#groping and tongues

[thatgaywizardoverthere]

Arthur “Disaster Bi” Pendragon learning about true loves kiss as a cure like:

Gwaine: For fuck’s sake, he’s not enchanted every time he smiles at someone else, Arthur! He was literally just laughing at my joke!

Arthur, aggressively frenching Merlin on the council room floor: YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO CAREFUL OKAY-

[sidabro]

man i keep thinking about the charm and pin i lost. I keep fantasizing a room of all the hings ive ever lost and darting to that pin inside a tiny little wooden box on a marble table. ive not lost such large thing but it would be the furniture of a room of all the stuff ive ever lost. Im never getting detached from earthly possesions and escaping samsara 😢

[pochapal]

every time people discourse over chappell roan know i forgive her for everything forever because of the sheer violent psychic resonance of femininomenon

[iwaaizoomies]

god in bed ! (cream pie, marathon sex, overstimulation, mirror sex)

the strongest sorcerer alive has always been oblivious to his own strength— when he’s playing with the zen’in kids, when he wrestled his friends, and when he’s pounding you into the mattress.

“toru—!” mumbled whines escape your throat as your face is pushed harder into the soft cushion below, sounds of slapping skin resonating through out the decorated room as gojo all but slams himself into your g-spot over and over again, eager to reach your womb.

“what do you need, doll?” he teases in a slightly mocking tone, nose tickling your nape as he lays his body on top of your back, weighing you down. “baby, baby, don’t run away from me!” he laughs with his chest as his continues pushing your already arched back into the sheets so you’re in his favourite position— the prone bone.

his cock prods at your cervix repeatedly until overstimulation teeters on the edge of your orgasm. before you could stop him, he snakes his fingers down to your clit where he rubs tiny, agonisingly slow circles on your bud until you become a twitching mess.

“i can’t take it anymore…” whimpers softly emanate from your kiss-bruised lips while shivers wrack through your body as the umpteenth orgasm shakes you to your core.

“you can. and you will.” satoru promises, his other free hand going up to fist your hair. pulling— until you two are pressed together in an upright position. gosh. you look so hot in that mirror. “look at yourself, all sweaty and wet for me… awww do you see me in you? your belly is protruding because of me!”

he continues to thrust his hips deep inside you, even when his tip turns red and twitching, overstimulated in your warm, tight cavern. “don’t you dare look away baby, i’ll make sure you regret it.” he whispers while his fingers come to grope at your tits, squeezing your nipples in warning.

he sporadically and erratically pumps himself into you, “you ready? you ready to take what i have for you?” he asks, right before he empties himself in you once more. white slick drips down your thighs, but without pulling out, satoru gathers his seed with his fingers before pushing it back in.

clicking his tongue, he chastises, “no wasting a single drop, princess.” your body is laden with exhaustion, but that doesn’t deter him.

another thing about the strongest sorcerer alive is that he has crazy good stamina.

[femmefruit]

perv femmes whose hands are always creeping up your shirt or unbuttoning your pants. perv femmes who will push their tongue into your mouth on the first kiss. perv femmes who guide your hands exactly where they want you to grope and squeeze. perv femmes who look like they’re going to eat you every time you change in front of them. perv femmes who will happily take all their clothes off just for your attention.

[newbiecitrusauthor]

Imagine having a perverted ghost obsessed with exposing you. They gradually turn you into the town whore.

It starts with your clothes disappearing. You go to your closet and all you have for bottoms are skirts. Your panties and bras disappear one by one until you just stop wearing them.

Whenever you walk by a man in public, your skirt blows up whether there's wind or not. Every man in town has seen your pussy by now. Many of them see it daily.

If you're wearing white, you can guarantee you'll have water spilled on you at some point during the day. People like to joke about your free wet tshirt contests.

Your shirt unbuttons itself while you talk to people. Most people don't mention it anymore. They just stare at your bare tits until you realize.

People in town trade the best stories of seeing you naked. That time your bikini fell off at the beach and you couldn't find it and the day the wind blew your sundress fully off at the town fair are top favorites.

Eventually, people get bolder. They start taking photos of your clothing mishaps. The ghost is always sure to hold your skirt up long enough for them to get a good shot. Pictures of your ass, tits, and pussy are everywhere.

Not only do they not tell you when your shirt falls open, people start to grope you. It's not even worth fighting it. You let them feel you up until they've had their fill. Eventually, people don't even pretend they need to talk to you. They come to see you just to play with your tits.

The ghost doesn't even need to lift your skirt anymore. People in town will lift it up just to squeeze or slap your ass.

You get used to being fingered out in public. On the bus, in line at the store, even at work. Everyone has seen your pussy anyway.

People start licking your pussy every time you ride the bus. You sit with your legs open so people can taste you on their morning commute. You don't remember what it was like to ride the bus without a tongue inside you.

Every man in town as fucked you at some point. Most of the women too. Instead of paying at the store, you bend over and let anyone present abuse your pussy. You lose count of how many men shove their dick inside you daily.

Your porn becomes the town's main export. Videos of you being fucked in every possible location are all over the internet. People travel to town just to fuck you. Instead of shaking hands, you introduce yourself by spreading your legs.

[holeforzenin]

ִ ˖ ࣪⭑ OLDER BF TOJI TOUCHING AND TEASING HIS SHY GF :(

Tw- just Toji being a perv :p (not proofread)

You’re comfortably seated on his lap, and the only thing currently on your mind is to peacefully continue watching the shitty comedy movie you chose about twenty minutes ago since it was movie night and you always looked forward to it but it's getting awfully difficult to even concentrate when his large hands are roaming every curve of your body in existence.

His fingertips gently glide over the supple skin beneath the hem of your tank top, while his other hand is shamelessly groping at the soft flesh of your breasts with unbridled desire like you’re some piece of meat that’s on display for him to grab and touch whenever he feels like it.

He's planting little kisses into the crook of your neck and occasionally mumbling how much he loves you and telling you how sweet you smell and all you can do is slightly arch your back and squirm under his touch because you don’t know what else to do :(

You can feel the heat igniting between your core as your tummy flutters with Toji’s every move. At this point you just want him to pull his thick cock out from his sweatpants and fuck you face down till you're drooling all over his couch but you’re way too shy and flustered to ever admit something like that.

You hated how unbelievably fast he could easily get you all riled up and horny for him and he knew it.

Most of the time Toji is the one to take the lead when it comes to initiating sex unless he's randomly waking up in the middle of the night with his twitching, wet cock nestled all the way inside of you while you’re sitting on top of him because you think it’s less embarrassing when you do it while he’s sleeping.

But now you’re so eager and your cunt is aching to be filled with Toji’s girth. You love it when his cock is stuffing the little gape in your cunt, it makes you feel so full of him but yet you still can’t get enough. You whined softly when you felt him hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pajama shorts— thinking that you’re finally about to get what you’ve been longing for.

But no.

He rested his hand on the curve of your pelvis before slowly tracing a long, tantalizing stripe along the sensitive skin of your neck with his warm, moist tongue and lifting his head to gaze at your flustered face.

“Aww, What’s wrong baby?���, he teased with a taunting smirk when he saw the cute little disappointing pout visible on your face. He was such an expert at getting on your nerves and annoying you with how much he teased you that sometimes, you just wanna punch him in the chest but even that would probably just make him laugh at you even more because of how adorable you look when you’re trying to act tough.

“Toji.. you know what” you murmured softly, your words almost lost in the quiet of the room, as you gently adjusted your position on his lap, moving to sit more comfortably on his big clothed erection that's poking out through the crotch of his sweatpants instead of just his thighs.

He chuckled at your eagerness, his warm breath tickling your ear. “Hmmm I don’t think so baby, why don’t you tell dear old Toji?”. The hand that was squeezing your boobs, now firmly gripping your hips, his calloused fingers digging into your soft skin. “Y’know I'm getting older and dumber as the days go by”.

“I n-need you” you whined softly, feeling vulnerable as you shifted your gaze downward to avoid meeting his piercing green eyes, heart pounding in your chest because you knew his penetrating stare lingered over your shoulders.

“Yeah? You need me? Where do you need me, sweetheart?”. He playfully inquired. You can feel the big pool of slick damping your panties as you feverishly bite your glossy lips. You can feel the throbbing bump of Toji directly under your needy core and you can’t stop thinking about it finally being buried deep inside the deep depths of pussy to the point where his jabby tip is resting at the entrance of your womb, he’s all you want at this point.

“Need you inside of me, Toji” you finally blurted out as rested your head on his strong shoulders in disbelief that you actually said that out loud. Toji couldn’t help but smirk before moving his fingers that were touching your pelvis deeper into your underwear till he could feel the puddle of sticky wetness soaking through the cotton. “Fuck, you’re so wet, didn't know you were such a needy slut like this”.

He rests his middle finger at the entrance of your yearning hole, feeling the tantalizing sensation of more slick trickling out, almost making him want to stuff his face into your delicious pussy and taste you but that’s for another time. “is this where you want me baby?”. He asked before planting a kiss on your earlobe. “In here?” He lightly probes at your dripping hole as you grab onto his meaty forearm.

“Y-yes— Toji”

“You want me to split your pussy open around my dick?” You whimpered at his sudden vulgar bluntness as you eagerly nodded your head like some stupid slut.

“God… you're so dirty, baby” he chuckled in a mocking tone like he was trying to embarrass you as if he's not just as eager to stuff his painfully hard and throbbing dick in your warm hole and feel the creamy mess you'd decorate his shaft with slowly tainting his cock.

[random-thot-generator]

Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.

>>>>>

Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.

It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.

His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.

His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.

Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.

"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.

Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.

For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.

And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.

When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.

Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.

Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.

And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.

By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.

And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.

It says 'Missus Riley', of course.

-

[splishfish]

Thinking about…

~~~

Boyfriend!Toji Who loves keeping your legs in the air when he fucks you, adoring the way your toes spread and curl with each thrust. His hands grope and squish your thighs and calves smirking down at you as he kisses the skin whenever his hips roll into yours.

Boyfriend!Toji Who’s so deep inside you he can see the way your belly slightly distends when he pushes all the way in, his cock throbbing when he realizes he’s causing that bump in your belly.

Boyfriend!Toji Who loves it when you have a bush, it makes your sex life so much more raw and real, in his humble opinion. Maybe he’s weird, but he loves to sit deep inside you and grind your pubes together, his balls tightening against your ass as he cums deep into your welcoming womb.

Boyfriend!Toji Who doesn’t fuck you immediately, but rather slides his cock in and out with a wet squelch, watching the way your hole desperately tries to suck him back in, only to gape and clench around nothing. Oh, and did he mention he fucking loves the sloppy little sounds your cunt makes with each exit? Yeah, maybe he spends too much time teasing you than actually fucking you.

Boyfriend!Toji Chuckles whenever you cum, your face contorting into the cutest little thing, your toes curling and legs shaking, oh, he thinks it’s down right adorable. 

Boyfriend!Toji Who actually prefers slow sensual sex rather than fast and hard fucking. He wants to feel every bump inside you, wants to feel every clench and squeeze when he hits that squishy spot inside you just right…and it’s totally not because his stamina is slowly declining. Totally.

Boyfriend!Toji Who isn’t really into giving oral, but doesn’t mind eating you out occasionally. His mouth is so sloppy and lazy, tongue drawing rough circles around your clit while green eyes peer up at you with a heavy gaze. When he inevitably gets tired of that, he just locks his entire mouth around your labia, sucking harshly as if he was trying to drink all the juice out of you.

Boyfriend!Toji Who’s so thick, it takes a little over an hour to prep you. Extra lube constantly drizzled onto your pussy as his fingers curl and fuck deeper into your cunny, slowly adding a second and a third one to stretch your internal muscles. And even after, he spends a few minutes just fucking you on different sized dildos, making you cum maybe 3 or 4 times before finally slipping his cock inside.

Boyfriend!Toji Who’s determined to make you squirt even though you’ve never been able to. He does everything. Finger fucking you for hours until your crying and crawling away from him, fucking you dumb on his cock until you pass out, and even making you drink 3 bottles of water before sex…only for you to accidentally release your bladder halfway through your second orgasm.

Boyfriend!Toji Who finds out he has a piss kink, that same night.

~~~

A/N: it's 1 am and im horny. i will regret this in the morning

[humanjarvis]

a closer look

synopsis: every time you try to take your relationship to the next level, you always shy away at the last second. lucky for you, dr. zayne has a solution!

tags: inexperienced reader & zayne, soft dom zayne, reader fears penetration at first, zayne sets up a surgical camera so she can watch him finger her, vaginal fingering (duh), “anatomy” “lesson,” praise, “good girl,” improper use of hospital assets  pairing: zayne x fem reader word count: 2.3k

a/n: this came to me in a dream. enjoy

“Have I given you reason to be afraid of me?” Zayne asks you softly, attentive gaze trailing down your stiff body.

“N-no!” you blurt, thrusting your hands out in mortification. “You haven’t, I swear you haven’t. This is just…new to me.”

“Me as well,” he retreats from above you, moving back on the sofa to give you breathing room.

Just moments ago, you’d been writhing under him needily, his tongue plunging into your eager mouth as you groped each other with abandon. Spurred on by your initial pleas, he’d dared to take it further this time—further than either of you had ever been. But as his hand had traveled down your body, dipping just the slightest bit inside your panties, you’d gone rigid. Zayne, ever aware of your reactions, had stopped his movements immediately, looking seekingly into your eyes for answers. Unfortunately for him, once that cautious hazel gaze had found yours, you’d squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment. 

“It’s nothing that you did, Zayne,” you sigh as you sit up, running a hand through your hair in frustration. “I know you’d never hurt me. I’m just…scared.” 

“Of?” he asks softly, and the way his kind face is void of any judgment makes you want to extract your brain and beat it for denying you the chance to feel him. 

Another sigh escapes you as you gather your thoughts. “What if it hurts?” you wonder shyly, fiddling with your clammy hands. “I always imagined it’d hurt. And there’s never…been…anything there, outside of medical stuff. That’s the only thing I have to compare it to.”

Nodding along patiently, Zayne extends a hand to you, pulling you to him when you accept it gratefully. “I’m sorry that you’re frightened, but I understand your hesitation. I’m content to just hold you in my arms, if you’ll let me. As long as it takes, I’ll wait for you.”

“No, I-I want to. With you, soon. That’s the problem—I’ll think I’m ready, but then the second we get close, I freeze up. I just don’t know what to expect, and that scares me.” 

Humming contemplatively, Zayne laces your fingers together. “I think I can help with that.” 

The usually bustling corridors of Akso Hospital are eerily quiet at night. 

Hurrying through them as if a ghost will jump out at any second, you scour the door plaques for room 429. 

I’ll be finishing up early today. If you’re able, can you meet me at the hospital this evening? Room 429, Zayne had messaged you hours ago. And with no other plans and a lingering sense of guilt that you know he’d disapprove of, you’d agreed almost instantly.

Combating pangs of confusion—he never asked you here at night, outside of official events—you don’t realize you’ve scurried past the door until the room numbers grow too high. Backtracking briskly, you tap the wood with two soft knocks before a calm “Come in!” beckons you inside. 

Room 429 is a standard hospital room—a large examination table, a sink and cabinets, and two simple chairs. At the small table near the back of the room—much humbler than the sleek standing desk in his office, you note perplexedly—Zayne sits, pen in hand, leafing through an endless stack of paperwork. Why did he move his office here for the night? 

“Great, you’re here,” he says, setting his pen atop a thick packet. “Take a seat.” 

“Um, okay,” you mumble obediently, heading toward one of the navy guest chairs. 

“Not there,” he calls. 

Turning to face him, you catch the way his eyes shift to the examination table. “Is this some kind of impromptu appointment?” you ask, his secrecy filling you with stubbornness. 

Zayne rises from the rolling chair that’s too small for him, crossing the room in measured strides. “Not a sanctioned one.” 

Before you can ask what he means, his hands are wrapping around your waist, lifting you up to deposit you on the soft table padding. 

“Hey!” you squeak, surprised but not fighting him. “What is all this? I had my annual checkup a couple weeks ago, I’ll have you know. And I won’t be your guinea pig, either.”

Zayne tsks with amusement. As he presses a button, a large black mount lowers from the ceiling, its sturdy hooks securing a small silver device. Another button, and the device’s tiny red light flicks on. 

And suddenly, your reflection stares back at you from a monitor on the opposite wall. 

Anticipating your interrogation, Zayne speaks before you can. “This is a high-definition surgical instrument. It’s used to help us see the body during minor procedures.”

You blink at him quizzically. “So…a camera?” 

“Yes. A camera. Repurposed for…recreational matters,” he quips with a slight upturn of his lips.

“You should know your own body,” he continues gently. “Exploring yourself—whether with or without me—is your right. And after last night, I figured…perhaps being able to see my actions as they happen would assuage some of your fears.” 

“You…when did you have time to…?” you trail off, staring up at him in wonder. 

“I believe I told you I finished my work early today. This was the reason,” he reveals. Even with you perched on the examination table, Zayne’s imposing height exceeds yours. His assurance is a warm blanket as he stands beside you, resting a large palm on your bent knee. “I’d like to help you explore yourself now. Will you allow me to?”

With a heavy gulp—more from anticipation than nerves, you realize—you nod your consent meekly.

“I don’t know what that means, darling. Can you give me words?”

“Yes,” you exhale shakily. “Help me. Please.”

Smiling softly, pride flashing across his face, he leans in to kiss you sweetly. Then, reaching up to bring the camera closer, he angles it toward your lower body. On the far wall, the feed is dangerously close to revealing what lies beneath your skirt. 

“I’ll raise this,” he says, lifting the fabric with care. “And these…will need to come off,” he eyes you, gesturing to your thin cotton panties. 

For a moment, you debate removing them yourself. But if this was about overcoming fears….

“Can you do it, Dr. Zayne? I wouldn’t want to get in the way,” you whisper coyly. 

His eyes widen as he pauses. Then, collecting himself, he inches his hands forward to tug at the sides of your panties, sliding them down with precision. “Of course,” he says softly. “I’ll take care of you.” 

As he sets his eyes on your naked cunt for the first time, Zayne shows admirable restraint, looking away after only a few tense seconds. Some hypocritical, eager-to-please part of you would almost be offended, if not for his tells: his quickened blinks, heavy breaths, and fidgeting fingers. 

“I’ll get started now,” he exhales, voice husky with veiled desire. “You’re free to stop me at any time.”

And as you gaze at him with trust and only a little bit of fear, Zayne begins. 

“This is your pelvic bone,” he gestures slowly. “It supports your body weight.” 

The warmth of someone else’s hand on your bare hip is a foreign feeling. Foreign, but not bad, you decide, relaxing under his touch. 

“The mons pubis,” he continues, hands ghosting over the mound beneath your belly. 

“And this,” he murmurs, spreading your folds carefully, “is your pretty little pussy.” 

The word—in here, from him, in reference to you—is so scandalous it makes you gasp. You try desperately to avoid his gaze, eyes flitting across the room in panicked arousal, but you don’t find the reprieve you’re looking for. 

Because on that far wall, looking back at you tauntingly, is the velvety skin of your most private part, glistening with your growing desire. 

Snapping you out of your staring contest, Zayne taps the flesh of your thigh twice. “Open, please. Wider.” 

Swallowing thickly, you oblige.  

“Good,” he praises, tracing your exposed entrance with an elongated index finger. “This is where I’ll touch you. Is that alright?”

Through heavy drags of air, you forget his earlier instructions, nodding quickly as your answer. When all he does is lift a brow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips, you hazily remember his request. “Yes,” you whimper apologetically. “It’s alright.”

“Well, then. Suck,” he orders simply, holding his finger to your mouth. 

The command startles you at first. But as you look between the man beside you and the far wall, recalling how frustrated you’d been with your fears last night, you part your lips slightly. Just enough for him to enter. 

Timidly, you circle your tongue around him, coating his finger in your saliva. Once he deems it wet enough, he taps your thigh again, and you release him with a soft pop. 

With half-lidded eyes, Zayne hums his approval, pushing closer to you to angle the digit at your entrance. “Hold onto me if you need to,” he whispers, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder.

And then, his finger sinks inside you. 

It’s one thing to feel the tension. To clench as a light, unfamiliar pressure pushes firmly inside your heat, claiming the untraversed territory with every inch. 

But as the discomfort subsides and you open your eyes, seeing it unfold is something else entirely. 

On the large screen, Zayne’s slender finger pumps in and out of you slowly, impactfully. With every exit, your pulsing pink walls hug his retreating digit, begging him to stay. And when he grants their request, every thrust back inside has them clamping around his finger, as if barring him from leaving them lonely. 

Watching with rapt attention, Zayne splits his focus between the monitor and you, gauging your expression for signs of discomfort.

But as your body melts with newfound pleasure, you sigh softly along to the rhythm of his pumps, eyeing the way he breaches your wetness with wanton intrigue. 

The way he disappears inside you, giving his body to yours…you want to kiss him. You need to kiss him. But the moment you lift your gaze to his lips, licking your own as you lean in, Zayne moves his face just out of reach.

“No,” he murmurs his denial, stroking your walls with added vigor as he turns your face back toward the screen. “Don’t get distracted.”

Grumbling your disappointment, you allow his hypnotic movements to recapture your attention. But before long, you’re curling into his touch. “Can you…m-more?” you pant, risking a longing glance up at him. 

“More?” Zayne repeats, slowing his pace to a deep probe that makes you writhe in impatience. “Is that something you can handle?” 

“Yes,” you cry, clutching his pristine lab coat. “Can handle it, if it’s you.” 

He hums contentedly. And a split second later, another long finger joins the first. 

Eyes glued to the screen, you see the intrusion before you feel it: his thick, united digits headed straight for your core. As he prods at the small opening, advances met with quivering resistance, you almost think you’ve asked for more than you can take. But as slick dribbles out of your squelching hole to welcome him, the fluid dulls the stretching sensation, and your fluttering cunt sucks him in greedily.

A loud, lewd moan has you arching erratically, and Zayne wraps a strong arm around your lower back to support you. 

“How does it feel?” he murmurs between steady pumps. “Are you still frightened?” 

“No,” you mewl ardently. “It’s good. You’re good. But I…” you pause, racking your fuzzy brain for the right words. 

“You what, my love?” 

“I can’t…I don’t think I can…like this…” you trail off with an embarrassed whine, hoping he understands your babbling. 

“Mm,” he nods sympathetically. “It’s natural that you can’t come from this alone. What a good girl you are for telling me.” 

With his free hand, Zayne leans forward to adjust the camera, centering it over your glistening cunt. Once satisfied, he flexes his thumb to rest gently on the twitching bundle above your entrance. “You know what this is, don’t you, darling?”

“Clit,” you breathe, the word leaving you in a garbled gasp thanks to the shocks of his feather-light touch. 

“That’s right,” he praises, kissing your temple while his fingers scissor lazily inside you. “This is how you’ll finish.” 

As your voices fade, room filling with the wet sploshes of your tightening walls, the force of his thumb grows heavier on your clit. You almost squeal as the pressure increases, instinctively lifting your hips out of the camera frame—to which Zayne firmly pushes you back down. 

“Watch,” he commands sternly. “So you’ll know how to do the same when I’m away.” 

Curling his other fingers inside you, Zayne rolls his thumb in devastating circles, grinding so deeply against your nub that it greets you with spasmic, greedy twitches on the monitor. For a moment, his movements are mesmerizing, his thumb drawing patterns on your clit in time with his measured pumps. But as he slips out his index finger to pinch your aching bud, the gushing slick heralding your release is the last thing you see before your eyes screw shut from ecstasy. 

As you writhe against him with thankful sobs, Zayne’s movements slow before stopping altogether. “It’s alright,” he shushes you. “Let it take you. You look beautiful like this.” 

And in the comfort of his reassurance, those sobs turn into quiet, blissful moans. 

You’re not sure how he does it—the sink and paper towels are on the other side of the room—but when you open your eyes, Zayne’s hands are clean. 

“I’m very proud of you,” he says gently, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “How do you feel?”

“Good,” you mumble, nuzzling into his palm. “You were right. Seeing it, knowing what you were doing…it did help,” you finish shyly.

“I’m glad. And in that case,” he adds, tapping the camera appreciatively, “I’ll ask around about the cost of installation in my home office.”

[fushiguho]

can’t rid the horrible thought of sitting on nanami’s lap, your backside pressed to his bare chest while that pretty, aching pussy just drools down the entire length of his cock. one big hand keeps your trembling thighs pried while the other is everywhere else—tracing delicious shapes onto your clit, greedily trailing up your writhing body, groping your bouncing tits, pinching your hardening nipples, choking you.

studiedly, he’s following the depraved arch of your back as you gasp out his beautiful name like it’s the only prayer you’ve ever known, gone with brimming pleasure and overstimulation. god, how he can hardly help the sinful drag of his palms as he feels you all the way up; nothing but thorough, ensuring not a seraphic inch of your body is left untouched.

“yeaaah, arch that back for me, pretty girl.” his lips settle just below your ear, kissing over the warm, thudding pulse that beats like a drum. “you like my hands all over you, huh?”

you’re delirious as you nod to him, sinking further into his embrace while he fucks you onto his big, fat cock no differently than a measly little toy. a breathless laugh escapes him when your head woozily lolls back, resting within the muscular divot of his shoulder. a warm hand is pulling at your face, deft fingers brushing your cheeks as he brings you close, kissing you deep.

the prettiest whine leaves your lips and he swallows it, along with every other moan and wince and gasp and cry. and it’s just so fucking sloppy—teeth clashing, tongues lapping, breaths heaving. nanami lets off a thick groan, his big fingers hot and steady, rubbing at your poor, twitching clit with intention.

“more,” it’s greedy, mumbled into your honeyed mouth while his lips remain pressed to yours. he’s spreading you wider, hooking an indulgent hand beneath the crook of one your wobbly knees, forcing you to slump further against his searing body. “give me more, sweetheart… wanna feel that cumming pussy, yeah?”

“n— nanami,”

“i know,” he coos, shutting you up with a dizzying kiss. “i know how close you are… can feel you tightening up like you want it.” the soft pads of his fingers are slapping against your aching clit thrice, encouraging your looming orgasm. “cum for me,” a warm, openmouthed kiss to the shell of your ear. “cum on my cock like i know you’re about to.”

and god, do you. your pretty mouth stupidly gaped as you meet the desperate buck of his hips with shallow movements, chasing that cock like the prettiest whore. he watches as your face screws up, brows knitting in nothing but overwhelming pleasure as you choke on your own breath, sobbing. those wide eyes welling with tears as you whimper and whine and curse, all while creaming down the entirety of his shaft like you’re life depends on it.

“thaaat’s it, always cum so pretty for me,” he plants a sweet, loving kiss to your racing temple, allowing you to ride out your orgasm for as long as you need. “but i think you can give me more than that.”

oh.

[circe69]

angry makeout sesh with ghost angry makeout sesh with ghost !!!!

“the fuck you think you’re doing wearing something like that,” simon breathes into your neck before biting that sweet spot underneath your ear. you whine and pull his hair to crane his head up to yours.

“they’re normal clothes, si-“

“no the fuck they’re not and you know it.” simon reaches down to grip your ass while pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

a singular light dangled above the two of you as you were being worshipped and yet tortured at the same time, by a bloodthirsty lover…

in a storage closet.

safely hidden away from the rest of the task force.

he started unzipping your tight workout jacket while continuing to kiss you slowly, occasionally pulling your tongue into his mouth and sucking.

“mmph, si! i’m sorry, p-plea-“

“what, what else could you possibly want from ‘si’” he mocked, “hmm? you’ve already flaunted your ass and hips around the base, what next?” he looked into your eyes, and without warning, grabbed your neck in his hand and bit down on the apple of your cheek.

“owww!” you squealed as he ripped your undershirt in half, letting your tits pop out. he chuckled deeply at the sight, “such a fucking brat, birdie,” he groped one breast and sucked the other into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tight bud and letting his teeth scrape the edges, “good thing you’re so sweet t’me, makes it so easy to hurt you, baby”

[b1mbodoll]

this is UR fault not minr!!!! i am jsut a girl 😞 but yes i think he likrs being messy oughdfj god i need to be put down

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i didnt do anythingggg im an angel!!!!

[a-moss-covered-heart]

I wanna make out so bad I'm dying

[swytdoll]

୨୧thinking about drunk!nanami who can’t help but bury his cock in his sleeping wife after a night out :(

kento had never particularly enjoyed social outings. he preferred the comfort of his home, where he could indulge in classic films, immerse himself in literature, and savor a home cooked meal. he found that people were exhausting, and that he had trouble dealing with them. but you, his lovely wife, insisted that he loosen up, give in to gojo and geto’s plea for a boys night out. thus, with some reluctance, nanami consented, and now, several hours later, he was unsteadily navigating the dimly lit apartment he shared with you, making his way toward the bedroom.

gently, he opened the door and shut it softly behind him, making his way to the bed where you lay peacefully asleep. one knee drawn up towards your chest, the blankets twisted around your legs, giving him an unobstructed view of your pussy, your thighs, your belly. your hair fanned out across the pillows, and a soft snore escaped your lips as your mouth hung slightly open. the sight warmed his heart, and he stepped closer. taking a seat at the edge of the bed, he slipped off his shoes and clothes leaving only his underwear on before sliding under the covers next to you, instinctively curling up against your back.

he inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent, a greedy whine fumbling from his mouth. it had been too long. you had been out of town, and the second you had stepped foot back into the house, you had collapsed, completely exhausted. kento had felt bad, so he had simply helped you into bed, and left you to rest. now though, he was desperate for you, his hands moving underneath the oversized shirt you had fallen asleep in, finding your bare breasts. a soft moan ripping from his throat as he groped you, leaning down, pressing sloppy kisses against your throat. “my beautiful girl. . . my w-wife.”

you stirred and sighed, shifting underneath his palms, but remained asleep. nanami's mouth traveled down to your neck, where he sucked a mark onto the soft skin there. “need you s’bad, you wouldn’t mind . . . right?” he slurred, voice rough, thick with lust and desire. gently he peeled the covers off of the two of you, your face twisting at the newfound chill. “s’okay. . .i’ll warm you, p-promise.” a hiccup, followed by cold hands reaching down to tug the shirt you wore up. you’re completely naked, and nanami's eyes rake hungrily over your form.

he full on makes out with your pussy, occasionally dipping his tongue inside of you, moaning as the taste of your wetness met his tongue. soft groans fill the room as he licks at you, his heavy balls aching as a hand fell into his hair, your hand. he could die happily as your thighs tighten around his head involuntarily. groggily, he peers up, and realizes that you’re still asleep, but you had begun to rub yourself against his mouth, muscle memory searching for pleasure. “humph.” kento huffs, pulling your puffy clit into his mouth, grazing the flesh with his teeth.

high pitched whines erupt from your chest, hips rolling over his face. kento figures you’re having a wet dream, your grip on his hair now painful. but despite the sting in his scalp, he can’t but moan loudly into your cunt, muffled by the way you stuff his face full of pussy. kento was drunk, but he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't please you. he was nothing if not an excellent lover, and this was something he knew well. so, he knew you were close, could tell by the way your body trembled beneath him. carefully kento lifted the hood above your clit up, swirling his tongue against the quivering bud, your hips jerked violently as you came with a cry.

your thighs clamped around his head, trapping him between them. this spurs the man on, tongue working faster to lap up your release. you’re crying out softly, voice weak, full of exhaustion and sleepiness. when he finally pulls away, his face glistens with your essence. a lopsided smile tugs at his lips at seeing how wet he’s got you, hand wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

he knew that he wasn't going to last as he nestled between your plush thighs. it was the alcohol, and the fact that it had been too long. he was aching, and all he wanted to do was be buried inside of you. he doesn't even realize he's doing it, until his cock is sliding through your wet folds, and he's pushing inside of your warmth. he curses feeling gummy walls flutter around him, you whimpered, shifting underneath him. he’s gentle, despite his drunken state, and he slowly moves his hips, rocking them into yours. he notices the change in your breathing pattern, the sudden shift of your husband’s cock splitting you increasing your heart rate.

you look so peaceful, even with your brows furrowed as you try and fight against the sleep. “oh—feels so good, fuck, i love being inside of you. so wet, mmm, can't help myself, baby. been too long, needed this so bad. needed you, needed to be inside of you. feels good, don't stop—fuck, so perfect. made just for me, weren't you? my sweet girl, my good girl,” he’s a babbling, rambling mess.

the lewd squelch of your pussy around him is loud, sending him into overdrive. kento’s eyes are glazed over with lust, mouth slack as he gawks at your bouncing breasts. large hands firm on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. the sensation was intoxicating. he’s so deep inside you, budge visible in the slight distention of your stomach.

his pace is punishing now, fucking into you with a force that had your entire body trembling. he doesn’t mean to be so rough. . . but god, you feel amazing.

another whimper from you, head turning, hair falling across the pillow. your body is limp, pliable and nanami moans, taking what he wants. a thick layer of cream covers his cock, and he feels dizzy, light headed. his head spins, and his eyes fall closed as he loses himself in you. “god,” he leans forward, resting on the pillow next to yours. the scent of your shampoo and perfume, only serves to make him feel drunker.

his orgasm is almost painful, cum stuffing you, coating your walls. a drawn out whine spills from his lips as his cock jerks inside of you, and he continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm. his glossy eyes closed, as he pants heavily. finally, his hips slow, and his body stops, slumping on top of yours.

his softening cock still resting inside of you, and he can't be bothered to pull out. he presses a lazy kiss to your neck, and pulls the covers back up over the two of you. your hair tickling his nose as he nuzzles against you, "i wuv you, d-don't go anywhere again, okay?"

he presses another kiss to your neck, and wraps his arms around you. the man’s head is swimming, and his eyes are heavy. he's tired, and all he wants is to stay buried inside of you. so that's exactly what he does.

when the two of you wake up the next morning, you're sore, and nanami is mortified, and apologizes profusely, begging for forgiveness. you wave him off and smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “just wake me up next time, yeah?”

[ffiolette]

VIOLET TWT LINKS

INCLUDES— wlw, making out, usage of strap, clit play, breast/nipple play, fingering, finger sucking, grinding, pussy slaps, groping, spanking, cunnilingus.

WARNINGS—21 links, all of these videos are for afab readers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk !

making out with vi

vi rubbing your clit

vi finger fucking her fem gf

being pinned down by vi as she sucks on your tongue

pussy spanks from vi

vi playing with your pretty tits

vi making love to you

slicking vi's fingers up with your mouth

fucking yourself on her juicy strap

vi playing with her gfs pretty pussy

she loves your tits pt2

being noisy while vi has her mouth on your cunt

vi forcing you to ride her thigh until you come

pitfighter!vi taking her frustration out on you after losing her latest match

vi letting her pretty girl grind on her

vi taking care of your needy pussy with her strap

more boob lover vi agenda

she knows just how to eat her girl out

she doesn't care that you've already come twice, she'll keep going until you're shaking

vi groping your butt

more of vi loving on your boobies + teasing your pussy

ffiolette