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Artist: Phantom, Rocker & Slick

Title: Still Got Time

Album: Cover Girl

Played on: Thu Aug 29 2024 10:13:16 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time)

#Phantom, Rocker & Slick #sexy album cover #BEWARE THE SIREN

[chronivore]

1985

[mauvecherie-writes]

the morning after: l.hamilton

pairing: lewis hamilton x black!f!reader.

summary: scenes after a wild night.

warning: 18+ mdni, nsfw, no structural plot, sexual scenes, dirty talk.

note: i started this on his birthday, finished this yesterday lol so this is set around his birthday. flashbacks in italics.

w.c: 1.19k

tags: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @hersinsarescarlet @emjayewrites @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @chaneajoyyy @melodicheauxxlovesfood @felicity-x0 @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly

You were sore.

You were so, so sore.

A groan left you as you tried to stretch your limbs. The little light coming into the room caused your eyes to squint as you took in the surroundings.

This wasn’t your hotel room.

The first flash of last night was projected within your mind.

Fuck. Fuuuucccckkkk.

The smell of his cologne wrapped around you - reminding you of whose room you were currently in and who it was you spent the night with. You sat up straight and clasped the sheet close to your naked chest. You were finally able to get a hold of your bearings.

Clothes.

Shoes.

Bottles and glasses.

Furniture.

All disheveled from your feverish tryst.

-

You drunkenly giggled against his lips as you stumbled further into the room. The sounds of the empty champagne bottle rolling on the floor from being kicked by your shuffling feet.

“Sshh.” You placed your finger against his lips as his hands explored the length of your back. “You gotta be quiet.”

“No one is gonna hear you baby, you can be as loud as you want.” He mumbled as he trailed kisses down the curve of your neck as he hooked his fingers beneath the straps of your top.

-

You chewed on your bottom lip as the memories of the previous night beseech you. You could feel the phantom of Lewis’s touch on your body the more you woke up.

One thing was for certain, you needed to leave his room.

The chilly wind drifting into the room from the parted window nipped at your skin as you jumped out of the bed. As you rushed around the room to pick up your belongings, you felt the residing slickness in between your thighs.

-

He stroked your clit faster, pressing onto your bud firmer with each stroke. Your body fell into his, Lewis’s arm secured around your body, pressing your back into his chest with his hand on your chest, rolling your nipple in between his fingers. He enjoyed the way your body shook from the pleasure that he was drawing from it.

Then you tried to grab his hand to stop him. He chuckled against your ear. “Don’t try and fight it baby.” He bit on your earlobe. “Just let it happen.”

-

The first orgasm had rocked your body and he had played you so beautifully. You had tried to give back - it had been his birthday after all - but he wouldn’t allow it. You were his for the night to enjoy.

You zipped up your jeans and haphazardly threw your top back on but your zip was broken. You remember Lewis pushing your top past your hips.

Shit.

And your room was on the other side of the resort too. A good five minute walk - even less if you ran. But you couldn’t walk through the resort like this.

You grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on and shoved your top into your bag.

The humming of the shower finally stopped.

You halted your actions as you heard Lewis’s movements within the bathroom and soon enough, the door opened. With steam emerging from behind him, he walked out.

You loved the way the towel was wrapped and sitting low on his waist. Skin glistening from the dampness - somehow making his tattoos pop out even more. The marks from your mouth and nails still wore on his skin and the sight made you lick your lips.

“Leaving so soon?” He smirked at you. You were by the door with your braids in a ponytail, bag and shoes in hand with his t-shirt from the previous night on.

“Umm.” You sounded as you tried to recollect your thoughts. “Last night, you told me that you had something planned with your boys. I don’t want to get in the way of that.”

“They’re plans for me. They can wait until I’m ready.” He walked towards you and you couldn’t help but let your hands fall beside you.

“Oh.” You mumbled, your cheeks warming slightly causing him to chuckle. Lewis’s hands came to your waist and pulled you closer. His touch triggered another memory.

-

Lewis was above you with his hands on your waist as he thrusted into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched off the bed.

“Fuck you’re so deep.” You gasped as you felt every inch of his thickness slide deep inside and touch parts of yourself that you could never reach. He moved so that your leg was on his shoulder and he was hovering above you. The position shift caused you to lose your breath and immediately tremble as he touched your sweetest spot.

“There it is. That’s the spot huh?” His dark chuckle rang in your ear.

-

Lewis saying your name snapped you back to reality. The way that he was staring down at you made you slightly embarrassed about where your thoughts had been. And from the look in his eyes, it was like he knew it too.

“What are your plans later?” He asked you as his finger traced your jawline. You licked your lips, taking a deep breath as if bracing yourself to gaze into his deep brown eyes.

“Nothing. Me and the girls were just going to chill in the lounge bar by the pool.” You whispered softly as he continued to caress you.

“Good. I’ll meet up with you there then go for dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah.” His lip curled to the side. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t take you to dinner?”

“The kind of man who fucks me on every surface of his hotel room until his cum is dripping down my thighs.” The vulgarity of your words caused his breath to hitch in his throat. Lewis briefly closed his eyes as if he was remembering the way that he had bent you over the couch in the living room area.

Because you remembered that.

“Let me be a good man to you and take you to dinner.”

“Fine.” You giggled at the strangled tone in his voice. You reached forward to place a kiss on his cheek but Lewis turned his head so his lips brushed over yours. He brushed his nose against yours and you took that as the go ahead. So you gently pressed your lips against his but the soft kiss turned heated.

You softly whimpered into his mouth when his one hand went to the back of your neck and pulled you closer. The sound of your moan spurred him on, leading him to press you into the door. You felt every inch of his rigged body down to his hardening dick against your abdomen.

Your moment was only interrupted by the loud ringing of an alarm. You pulled away from the kiss with a heavy pant of your chest.

“I have to go.” You whispered. “ I need a shower.”

“You could have taken one here.”

“I can’t be around you. I can’t think straight.” Lewis chuckled before he moved away from you.

“Go, I’ll see you at dinner. We’ll continue with this later.”

[euphoricfilter]

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 14

[day fourteen: face sitting]

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

notes: smut essentially straight under the cut. also unedited so if there are mistakes no there aren’t <3

kinktober masterlist

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

There was the raw sort of lustful want from Namjoon at the mere thought of your thighs caged around his head, face pressed into your sodden pussy.

His cock stirs in his underwear as he watches you pull a shirt over your head, eyes flickering down to your ass; underwear clinging to your skin. Ever so pretty, Namjoon’s fingers itching to sink into your skin.

“Baby” he murmurs, deep rumble of his voice making goosebumps prickle down your arms.

You meet his eyes in the mirror, “yeah?” you turn to look at him. Body on autopilot when he beckons you over with a crook of his fingers.

Your knees sink into the mattress, hand slipping into his as you straddle his lap, pussy clenching when you press over his hard cock.

Your thighs squeeze around his hips, rocking forward ever so slightly as your panties start to slick up, hint of friction sending jolts of pleasure from your clit.

Namjoon’s hands brace against your thighs, watching down the length of his nose as you rut desperately against him, slowly working you up desperate enough. Because as much as he loved you smothering him with your cunt, you weren’t always so open to the idea.

Not because it didn’t feel good, but rather the insecurity of knowing you’d be literally sat on his face.

“Namjoon” you moan, fingers curling into the shirt he was wear, quick to lift your hips so he could pull your panties off after he taps your thigh.

His shirt rides up over his stomach as he drags your bare pussy over his honeyed skin, tacky with your leaking arousal.

“Want you to ride my face, baby” he groans, thumb pulling back the hood of your clit, pressing over the little bud.

You glance down at him, eyebrows furrowing in the slightest. And he’s sure a million thoughts are running through your mind as your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, pleasure slowly ebbing away as your hips stop rutting forward.

“Joon...” you start, voice barely above a whisper.

He hums, thumb rubbing circles over your thigh as he glances up at you, “Please, my love. Make a mess of me”

You swallow as you meet his eyes, Namjoon’s lips barely curling into smile, lazy at the corners as he feels you clench; new wave of slick wetting his skin.

“You know I’ll tell you if it’s too much” he presses on, “gonna make you feel good”

You don’t have to voice your insecurities for him to know, always so caught up in your own mind he wonders If part of the appeal is making you fall apart on his tongue. Mind so lust drunk you don’t dare think about anything else other than his tongue pressing you in places that have your toes tingling and stomach coiling in pleasure.

He lets you stew in your own thoughts for a moment, thumb pressing over your clit gently, sparking up that need for pleasure.

You push yourself up, scooting up his body until your legs cage his head, cheeks burning red as he eyes your pussy, tongue wetting his bottom lip.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” you ask, bringing his attention to your face if only for a moment before his hands are wrapping around your thighs, tugging you that little bit lower.

“I’m serious, Namjoon” you warn, “You better tell me”

“I will” he huffs, warm breath fanning over your folds, clit throbbing as he presses a kiss over your little pearl, tongue flickering out past his lips.

Your fingers curl over the headboard of the bed, toes curling as he brings you down over his mouth, lips sucking at your wet folds.

Your thighs shake a little as you try and hold the weight of your body, anxiety still pressing in the back of your mind, slowly fizzling to a phantom thought as he presses his tongue into you—hands curling around your thighs to fully tig you over his face.

He helps you rock your hips forward, moan slipping past your lips when his nose nudges against your clit. He swallows down everything you have to offer, starved of your essence as he lets it coat his tongue, deep grumble of a moan vibrating over your folds as he licks over your cunt.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, worry slowly melting to nothing but a lust filled haze as you start to use him to get yourself off. Namjoon’s cock twitching beneath the veil of his underwear at your evident pleasure, his name the only word falling out of your mouth between moans as your pleasure starts to build.

Ache in your thighs ignored as your stomach clenches, dribble of arousal painting Namjoon chin and cheeks as you rut your hips forward.

“Gonna cum” you whine, tugging his hair that little bit harder, pressing his face that little further into your cunt. Each exhale out of his nose tickles your clit, mouth tipped open in a silent moan as his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, own moan of shared pleasure sending you over the edge.

He swallows down your cum, tongue pressing flat between your folds as he sucks over your entrance, groaning at the heady taste of you. Slick and cum smeared across his lips and chin and just ever so messy.

Your thighs quiver as you try and escape his hold, pussy tingling in that slowly growing overstimulation as his lips wrap around your clit, suckling it, roundabout way to try and get you to cum again for him.

“Shit—Joon” you whine, chest stuttering for a breath, “No more”

“One more” he murmurs against your cunt, voice muffled before he’s pressing his tongue back into you, eyes closed in bliss as you leak a little more over his chin.

[crushmeeren]

♡ Master List Link

♡ Choso / Fem Reader Drabble

❥ Warnings; cursing, mentions of male masturbation, vaginal sex, dirty talking, cream pie ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

❥ Authors Note; I..think I’m becoming a Choso girlie — I needed to write this.

God — fuck, just imagining Choso who becomes unbearably obsessed with your pussy after he gets his dick wet for the first time. Choso’s never been so horny in his entire goddamn cursed existence.

Sure, he’s had sex once, but it was meaningless. Yeah, he jerks off, but it’s not the same.

It’s just, his slim fingers don’t wrap the right way around his cock. Every time he’s pushing into the tight fist of his hand he wishes he was inside you instead.

Because with you, it’s all new, different. Now he thinks about your pussy 24/7, the phantom sensation really scrambles his brain. He longs to be close to you, to be intimate with you. Choso loves you.

Choso’s adamant that nothing, fucking nothing, compares to the scorching pleasure that washes over him when your slick pussy hugs his cock.

Case in point — a warm shiver is currently slithering up his spine and making his brain fuzzy as he fucks you. He wants to drool like a dog.

He leisurely sits back on his calves, spreading you open with a brutal grip on your thighs. He doesn’t even realize the tips of his fingers are digging dark purple bruises into your skin.

Choso whimpers as he stares, sharp eyes admiring the way the lips of your pussy stretch with his cock when he pulls out. He licks his lips when he notices how shiny his shaft is because of you.

It’s funny, because the man isn’t even aware of how thick his cock is. He’s oblivious to the fact that you’re about to cum until your voice is edging on a sob, or a squeal — or both.

“Choso!” You gasp. “I’m gonna cum!” Your head tilts back into the pillow, nails digging viciously into his biceps. His eyelids flutter briefly before snapping open to admire your face as you cum.

Choso’s jaw drops, his hips faltering in their pace as you fall over the edge.

He gives you a high pitched whine before leaning down to lick the hollow of your neck, moaning at the taste of salt on your skin. He works you through it, eager to draw out your pleasure as long as he’s able.

Sweat drips down his temples, dragging over his jaw and falling onto your chest. He hasn’t stopped rolling his hips, doesn’t think he could stop if he tried.

“I, oh god, I want to cum inside you. Fuck! Baby please, please let me,” Choso begs, muffling the sounds of his needy whining into the side of your neck.

“Let go baby, I’ve got you. You can cum inside of me,” you murmur encouragingly, huffing softly and gripping his hair.

He’s cumming before he even knows what’s happening.

Choso thrusts in quick snaps of his hips. He claws at the sheets beside your head, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he presses in all the way.

His orgasm rips him apart, making him squeeze his eyes shut as he shivers from the intensity.

With a groan he relaxes his weight onto your chest, limbs loose and pliable as you both catch your breath.

You wiggle underneath him when you start to become uncomfortable. You’re sticky and sweaty and your hips ache. When you clench around him involuntarily you’re abruptly met with the fact he’s still rock hard.

“Seriously Choso?” You tease, baffled that he’s able to stay consistently ready to go. Choso raises his head from your chest and looks at you sheepishly.

“Can we go again princess? You’re addictive and I don’t want to stop yet.” He pushes out his lower lip, leaning down to lick along the seam of your lips playfully.

And in all honest, you don’t wanna stop either. The way he moves his hips is unholy. You never should have taught him how to have sex.

Choso’s blood blisters when you agree, his sexual appetite not even close to satiated. This time however, Choso wants your face in the sheets and ass in the air. The angle allows him to see his cock disappear inside you even better this way.

[thesassypadawan]

Perfect Pet (Burnt Darth Vader X FemPetReader)

Summary: You’re such a perfect pet, letting him do to you like he pleases…whenever…wherever. Even if it’s on his throne, before an unwilling audience.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Public sex, some manhandling…and Vader’s big, scarred dick.

- ‘Look at you, taking my cock so well in this tiny cunt. So wet, so tight. Such a perfect pet, letting me do to you like I please…whenever…wherever. Is that not correct?’

- A whine is your only response. As your lord pounds into you…as he bounces you on his lap. All the while sitting upon his throne…all before the eyes of two of his ‘most trusted’ generals.

- In the beginning you attempt to maintain the small amount of dignity you possess… To not tip your hand at how much you enjoy this…

- However it's difficult to do so when you've been stripped of your clothes. Thick length driving into you over and over. Scar tissue rubbing your gummy walls deliciously. Slick trickling down your thighs, his glistening in the ominous red light.

- The sound of slapping is nearly deafening to your ears. Echoing off the marble walls. Mingling with your desperate cries, begging for him to… “Touch me. Please, my lord. Please.”

- Dark laughter rings throughout your mind. ‘Filthy thing.’ And a gloved hand finds your neglected nub; circling, teasing it with the grainy texture. ‘Close…already?’

- Fluttering and clenching, the heat inside you becoming overwhelming. You mewl softly, hanging your head. Trying to conceal the flush of embarrassment…not wanting to meet their gazes.

- Grabbing your chin, he pulls your head back up roughly. ‘No, let them see. See how I make you feel…how beautiful that face is when I make you cum.’

- “Y-yes…yes, m-my lord.” Pinching your clit hard, a feral moan flies from your mouth. Fingers grip his strong legs tightly, nails dig in. Clutching onto him, seeking to anchor yourself. Pussy spasming around him, drenching his cock.

- Hips stutter then stop, hands glide up your sides. Rubbing them surprisingly gently, soothingly as you slowly come down from your high…ridding out the last pleasurable waves of your orgasm.

- This seemingly kind treatment does not last long. You barely catch your breath when he begins to rock back and forth. ‘Love it… You love being a personal cocksleeve… Being kriffed stupid, until you can no longer walk…’ Before bucking wildly; driving, pounding into you brutally.

- Grasping at your chest, he tugs and rolls your nipples between his fingers. You're so sensitive, so overstimulated that your head falls back onto his shoulder. Lips parting, a weak whimper escaping you. Peak quickly building, release rapidly approaching. “I… I…”

- Slapping your breast harshly, you cry out. Whole body tensing up, clenching. The faint sound of growling in the back of your mind. ‘Of course you do… Now be a good whore…let go… I know you can easily give me another…’

- Tweaking your pebbled buds with one hand, squeezing your hip with the other. Phantom fingers play with, invisible teeth nip at your clit. While he thrusts into you unbridled, deeply. Bruising your poor cervix repeatedly.

- Eyes go cross, vision blurs. Tears that have been held at bay, stream freely down your face. Unraveling completely, totally. Incoherent babbles falling from your lips, head slumping forward.

- His hips slow and stutter again. ‘What did I say?’ Fingers hook underneath your chin, tilting your face back up. ‘Let them see…’

- Forcing you to stare your unwilling audience in the eye. As he drags his length against your spent walls, the ridges sending sparks of ecstasy down your spine. ‘I want them to see my little slut…my perfect pet… When she comes undone once more… When I finally fill her up…to the very brim.’

- “Y-yes, my lord…” You mewl pathetically, tremble uncontrollably. Allowing him to do to you like he pleases…whenever…wherever… “Th-thank you…”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @loverforoldermen

[poppy-metal]

need tashi to shove my face into arts ass like i need air

usually not into giving rimming but here i wrote two pieces today about it - i guess in very specific contexts i rock w it.

she probably does it because she knows you like to be involved with everything they do - but sometimes mommy wants to pound daddy's tight little ass and since she knows you're their good little girl, she'll let you help -

"need you to get him ready for my cock," she tells you, petting your head. with the other hand she strokes arts thigh, "you know how big mommy is. need him wet like how your pussy gets."

art is biting his lip hard enough to bleed. hes alot of things. embarrassed to be seen this way by you, but also turned the fuck on because you're his little angel, his babygirl, and the thought of you eating him out - your tongue touching his hole - something so dirty - when tashi fucks him - not even she licks there - something about it beneath her, he thinks - the act submissive in some way, servicing him. you're servicing him and fuck that makes his cock throb painfully where it flags against his stomach, hard and flushed. leaking already.

you nod, your eyes innocent but determined to do this task. to please your mommy and daddy. you look at him next, like you're looking for guidance and he swallows. bites back his shyness about the act - he's eaten his own cum from your asshole, for gods sake - and brings up his legs. reaches down to grab up his testicles so they're not in your way.

"Its okay, baby." he tells you softly, "it feels good."

you blink in wonder at his hole. not a place you've really seen before - hes pink - the muscle a small ring - a tight little furl nestled between his cheeks. tashi rubs the back of your neck, gently guiding you forward.

"remember i need him loose." she tells you, "do a good job for me, baby, and you'll get a nice reward after."

your cunt clenches at that and you eagerly let her press your face between the globes of daddys ass - your nose settles against his taint, the tickle of his balls there - and you gently allow your tongue to press slowly over the twitching muscle.

It twitches under your tongue and arts legs rise up higher. he moans loudly "fuck." already he sounds weepy, like how he does when hes about to cum. tashi is there though, with a tight grip around his base to stave off any orgasms. "oh fuck - "

"does she feel good?" tashi asks, genuinely curious. "she looks like shes really putting the work in there."

you've practicallt unhinhed your jaw to lick at his hole. wide wet swipes of your tongue - swirling over the rim, sucking and kissing around it. letting spit drip down your chin, making it sloppy.

art moans. and tashi rolls her eyes. squeezes his cock. "you have to tell her, art. be a good daddy and tell her how well shes doing."

"you're doing - s-so well, baby - fuck - god, her little tongue - ah -"

you whine into his ass, wanting to rub yourself through your panties but mommy didn't say you could. you lose yourself in the work for a few more minutes before tashi is pulling you back, a string of spit connecting from your lips to arts hole - which is nearly swollwen red now from your attention - slick and shiny.

"oh thats very good. gonna slide right in -" she gives you a warm kiss. "up on the bed now. you're gonna watch mommy fuck daddy and you're going to put on a show for us - okay?"

you nod, eagerly hopping up and yanking off your clothes. laying back on their big bed and spreading your legs, sticky with your juices - reaching down to play idly with your cunt as you watch tashi move art into position, all fours, back arched - daddy is so athletic! - the harness hugging her hips so beautifully. the thick silicone cock hanging off it is one you're intimately familiar with yourself, you know the stretch of it in every one of your holes - and you clench at the phantom feel of it now. biting your lip and rocking against your fingers.

"that's beautiful, pretty girl." tashi tells you, her eyes dark where she watches you touch yourself. she angles her hips behind art and you think shes started to push in, the way art gasps and rocks back against her, his eyes squeezed shut. tashi slides a hand into his hair, yanks his head up so its not hanging down like it was - "look at her, baby. watch our sweet girl play with her pussy for us while i fuck you - dont look away."

having arts gaze on you - intense and hot and pleading- at the place between your thighs. you're so wet it drenches down your wrist when you slide your fingers in.

art groans - "please." he gasps. "please, oh my god -"

tashi strokes a hand down his back as she moves the only way she knows how - unrelenting thrusts that make art sway back and forth with every plunge. "what're you begging for?" she asks, fake sweet as she starts fucking him harder immediately after asking it. "hm? speak."

he shakes his head, cheeks flushing and gasps when tashi brings a hand down on his ass. "wasn't fucking asking."

his fingers grip the sheets, curling into them - "touch my cock - please, i - its too much -"

tashi ignores that for awhile, seems to find an angle that feels good against her clit because she starts moaning softly herself.

they look beautiful together - both of them have bodies that are works of art. powerful and strong. you stop stroking through your slit to just watch - clenching around nothing as they get lost in eachother.

you're too horny for that to sting at the moment, the movement of their bodies hot and searing through your blood. you want to be under art, letting him fuck your throat - shit.

tashi finally reaches down, grips arts bouncing pink cock and tells him, "alright, now. you can cum.." trailing off as she gets lost in her own orgasm - biting her lip as her hips roll into arts ass. rubbing her pussy against the harness.

you watch as thick spurts of white shoot out of arts slit. your mouth waters because you want to lick it up. but you stay where you are - an observer as they both come down from their high.

art slumps on the bed when tashi slowly pulls out, tossing the cock to the side and gathering her husband in her arms. art wraps his arms around her - resting his head against her stomach. his body is gleaming with sweat. breathing still heavy. tashi is looking down at him fondly, scratching at his scalp as she cards her fingers through his blonde locks.

he sighs into her.

you feel bad then - the bad icky feeling starting to rise - of i dont belong here, im an outlier, an outsider, they dont need me when they have eachother, why am i here, i should probably go - but just before the thoughts are about to cloud over you - drag you under - tashi looks up.

and its not a look of surprise like she'd forgotton about you, its a look of tenderness. the soft after glow sex she gets when shes all soft and more expressive. a part of her must recognize the direction your thoughts were going because she purses her lips wryly, jerks her head in a come here motion.

you crawl across the bed to her and art and sit there on your knees, waiting. tashi reaches out, cups your cheek - "im very proud of you." she tells you, and your thighs automatically lock together. "i know it isn't easy for you when we focus on eachother - but you did so well letting mommy and daddy love eachother. and yes, we still want you."

your eyes prick with tears. tashi isn't amazing with words but somehow she always says the right thing when you need it most.

"Im still your baby?" you ask.

art shifts, lifts his head from tashi's belly and you gasp when one of his big arms bands around your waist and drags you down onto his warm chest. "dont ask stupid questions." he says, squeezing you to him, lips at the top of your head.

"what he said," tashi agrees, cards her fingers through your hair now. "how're you feeling. both of you?"

you squirm. the heat between your legs back - but you dont want to be greedy - so you wait for art to answer.

he rubs his hand down your back, cups one of the globes of your ass. "m'good." he sounds like he does in the mornings. relaxed and croaky.

"still hard?" tashi presses with a grin and art flushes.

"...yeah."

when it'd just been her and art his short refractory period and insatiable lust was a chore, mostly. after an orgasm, tashi was beat. done. art had spent alot of nights either taking care of himself after one round or simply forcing himself to go to bed hard.

that wasn't necessary anymore.

"i think our girl has been patient enough, hasn't she." soft fingers stroke down your cheek. "that poor princess cunt must be aching."

you whine. hide your face in arts chest. "mmm" you mumble against his pec, and you feel both his arms come around you now, two hands gripping and squeezing your asscheeks. dragging you closer to his warm body.

"think daddy should take care of that." tashi intones and art groans. hard cock twitching against his stomach, like its seeking your warmth already.

"fuck yes. baby, c'mere. let me - let me feel -" its so easy - for him to move you around. in just a second you're half deagged up his body, and hes reaching down, fitting his hand between your bodies until his fingers and deleving between your slick folds, hot and slick and - "oh you're so wet. oh baby. its okay - im gonna take care of you."

tashi stretches and yawns, her limbs lax and relaxed and sleepy from fucking. she settles on the soft bed, content to watch art roll you over onto your back, fit your body under his - and slide inside you.

you both moan - his body comes down over yours - your lips meeting desperately as your legs lock around his already moving hips. wet slaps fill the air almost immediately, followed by your little whimpers and arts mumbling against your throat. she cant make out what hes saying but shes sure its something ardent and worshipful. she catches tidbits of "love you -" and "feel so good -" and "pretty baby -"

she doesn't feel any jealousy or inadequacy watching her husband make love to you so passionately. just a sense of rightness. closeness. like all the pieces are where they're meant to be. she could watch art ruin you on his cock all day, and know you'll both turn to her when you're done, seeking her like two acolytes do their goddess.

its not such a bad life, really.

[hypnoneghoul]

Hyp how do you feel about Dew or Aeon getting railed into nothing but pathetic whimpers by Rain or Swiss?

ehhehe

ngl you always come here with the best damn requests... you said "or" but i saw an opportunity so i went and made it an "and"

850 words, transmasc dew, transmasc aeon/phantom (used aeon because thats the name in the ask and its whatever for me), vaginal sex, praise and slight objectification

Having proper sex on tour wasn’t the easiest. Of course, the ghouls always managed, but proper sex? It usually had to wait for a hotel night and even then they rarely could go full in, being tired of getting scolded for noise complaints and… other complaints. Also the beds were usually too small.

Usually…

This time, for whatever reason, Dewdrop, Swiss, Aeon and Rain were all put into a room together. They all groaned at the news, already imagining being stuck in some tiny shithole where they’d have to constantly keep themselves from ripping each other’s heads off. It all changed when they actually saw the room.

Again, for whatever reason, this hotel was good. Great, even, and the four of them had no idea what they did to deserve such a room, but they’d use it well. Very well.

A few hours after they got to the hotel they were already in the middle of something that could be called an orgy if not the lack of… ritualism.

The first round went by too quickly for anyone’s liking, due to their pent up energy, but they could go for as many rounds as their little demon hearts desired. They had started out with Rain laying flat on the bed on his back, face smothered in Dewdrop’s pussy as the fire ghoul sat on his face, moaning like a whore against the headboard. Rain’s cock had been passionately sucked by a certain quintessence ghoul, who in turn was being fucked from behind by Swiss.

Everyone knew who’d go first, and sure enough, it didn’t take much for Aeon to moan wantonly around Rain’s cock as he’d come, his cunt clenching around Swiss’ dick. That threw both the water and multi ghoul over the edge, too, and Dewdrop had followed shortly after, flooding Rain’s face with slick.

Soon enough they were on it again, this time Rain and Swiss pounding into Dewdrop and Aeon respectively, with all their might, from behind. Skin slapping against skin, various bodily fluids soiling the sheets; moans, whimpers, grunts and cries along with filth and praise spilling from different sets of lips.

“Good boy, Aeon,” Swiss groaned, earning himself a squeeze around his cock for the praise. The quintessence ghoul whimpered under him and Swiss could see tears or drool—or both—dripping from his face onto the bed. “My good doll.”

The noise that left Aeon this time made Rain next to them growl, drilling his cock deep into Dewdrop. It was his turn to moan wreckedly and shudder, arms barely able to hold himself up. Rain smoothed a hand down his sweaty back as he bent down over him, not being able to stop himself from a moment of softness.

“Doing so good for me, droplet,” he whispered. Dewdrop whimpered pathetically, all but choking on his spit. The water ghoul smirked at that, pressing a kiss to the top of his mate’s spine before straightening back up and snapping his hips again, making Dewdrop rock forward.

Swiss turned his head to Rain, grinning at him as he mimicked him, nearly sending Aeon flying to the other end of the bed. “Wanna switch?”

“What?” the water ghoul huffed.

“Our little fuck dolls,” Swiss explained, still grinning, and Rain’s cock kicked when Dewdrop clenched at his words. He liked the idea, then.

With one last thrust Rain pulled out, groaning at the sight of his mate’s ruined cunt. Swiss did the same, slapping Aeon’s ass on his way, and after a bit of shuffling, the water and multi ghoul were slamming back into Aeon and Dewdrop.

All of them were so sensitive, they felt so close, but still not really there. Dewdrop and Aeon were so fucked out that they couldn’t do anything but let out wrecked noises and incoherent babbling. Swiss and Rain weren’t much better off, holding onto their minds with iron grips.

He was so gone he probably didn’t even know who was fucking him.

Soon enough, though, Dewdrop’s moans started to increase in pitch and his cunt started to feel even more slippery, driving Swiss truly insane, but it was something else that made him cum at the spot.

“I’m c– close… Rainy, please.”

Swiss let out a broken whine and folded himself over the fire ghoul, snapping his hips one more time to bury himself in as deep as he’d go and spill inside Dewdrop, clinging to his back. His second orgasm of the night washed over him, too, at the feeling of being pumped full of warm cum.

When the multi ghoul’s sight returned to him, he noticed Aeon was currently squished under Rain next to them. He guessed Dewdrop’s words affected him as much.

The four of them panted heavily, half passed out. Swiss glued his cheek to Dewdrop’s shoulder and kicked up a pleased purr at the intensity of his smell. He closed his eyes for a second.

Or so he thought, because when he opened them again—after not getting a response to something he said—everyone was asleep. In the same positions that they’ve cum in.

[falling-star-cygnus]

never in my life have i been so grateful that the Danny Phantom fandom refuses to fucking die -> thrive you glorious undead bastards

anywho, JOHNNY 13 Y'ALL

"Kitty."

"Mm?"

"Kitten."

"Yes?"

"Babe."

"What, Johnny?"

Scratchy stubble brushes Kitty's cheek as the man, in one of his clingy moods, adjusts on her shoulder.

"Whatcha doin?" the greasy man asks, like he didn't have two working eyes.

"My make-up, Johnny."

"How come? We're not goin' anywhere today."

She can feel him pause, useless breaths puffing against the skin of her neck as he nudges his nose under her jaw. Like a puppy begging for attention.

"Are we?"

They were not, but damn. He was cute like this. It wasn't often Johnny wrapped Kitty up in his arms all soft- koala like, instead of pushing some cool, slicked up image- but it was so nice.

Kitty was just a girl.

"...no," she eventually gives in, unable to keep the fondness out of her voice as she feels him grow antsy, "But a girl likes to feel pretty sometimes."

The soft brushes of peppered kisses against her neck come to a pause as he processes her words.

"You're always pretty, Kitty." he says, arms twitching around her waist as he stops himself from rocking them side to side, "Hah, that rhymed."

Dumb, stupid, charming man.

"Say that to my eyebags," Kitty pouts, and leans closer to the mirror to get her mascara just right, "Oh, you're lucky you don't have to deal with this, Johnny."

Really, whoever decided to give this greasy playboy the longest eyelashes known to mankind should be fired. Or given a raise.

Whichever was easier.

"Lucky, huh? Guess I need a new nickname."

And...

Kitty finds herself laughing. Despite it not even being a joke, she finds her lowering the wand from her eyelashes to giggle and squeeze his spindly hands. He grins against her neck as his girl reaches up to squeeze his cheeks.

"That was awful, 13," the biker chic teases.

"D'you think I should cover up my freckles?"

It comes so far out of left field that it's from another ballpark. Kitty feels her mirth shrivel up like a stage performer that's got the zorros.

"Johnny 13," Kitty starts, forcing him to face her, "Who told you that?"

Because what?

She'd kill them. On her afterlife, whoever planted such a blasphemous idea in her dear Johnny's head would get a tire to the teeth.

He, at the very least, as the decency to look sheepish.

"Nobody, nobody," he waves off, and privately- Kitty mourns the loss of his arms around her waist, "I just thought-"

"You thought wrong, greaser!"

Very wrong! She couldn't imagine Johnny without his freckles. That was like Johnny without his motorcycle, or- or Kitty without her fishnets!

It wasn't right!

"Was it the ghost boy?"

"Kitty.."

"Desiree? Ember? No, I bet it was Skulker."

"Kitten-"

"No! It was Penelope, wasn't it? She's always been-"

"Babe."

"WHAT, JOHNNY!?"

[jettwrites]

omg yes! more poltergeist!art thoughts...

he's tried making contact w you a few times like light touches while you're doing mundane task that just make a shiver run down you spine, but it's not enough he needs more!

so one night, as you're about to sleep in just a random shirt and panties he just needs to feel you! cut to art trying to pry the covers off your body gently, but unfortunately he's just not very used to interacting w real life stuff just yet, making him accidentally yank the covers too hard and scaring the fuck out of you bye.

he needs to find a better strategy.

i’m like half asleep so sorry if this is garbage but ughhh i can’t wait to respond i genuinely love this au. — JUST KIDDING don’t worry i revised this today because i can NOT send this off shitty. this au is too special to me

imagining him attempting to help you out by brushing the hair out of your face while you are cooking. placing a hand on the small of your back while you lounge on the couch — resulting in you bringing the blanket up over your entire body out of apprehension. art spends the entirety of his day just boring his eyes into your skin, and while the activity is one of his favorites, it’s no wonder why he’s so curious to actually feel you… antsy to feel the heat that radiates off your body, a sign of dark crimson blood running through your veins — one quality he himself lacks.

he watches you as you sink into the comforting warmth of the cushiony duvet — a baggy shirt riding up your stomach, exposing the round curve of your ass and oh-so-pretty cunt that’s scarcely covered by a thin layer of white cotton. wishes he could sink his nails into the fatty flesh of your thighs until red crescent-shaped marks begin to form. wants to ravage your body by fucking you with his phantom cock and reveling in the way you squirm beneath him, left utterly dazed and confused by the unnatural sensation. he’s so enamored by the idea of sinking inside the tight heat you regularly plunge your own fingers into. wants to be the reason those breathy sighs fall from your plump lips — the reason you claw at the smooth sheets for some form of grounding while screaming his name.

the pale ghost waits for you to fall asleep, greyish-blue eyes fixated on you as a way to ensure your safety. listens to your breathing become slow and steady — perky chest and hardened nipples (due to his chilling presence) rising and collapsing with every breath of air. makes sure you are still living.

art isn’t even thinking when he pulls the covers off of your body, too focused on the mental image in his head — your throbbing clit perched right against his pelvis, slowly rocking for that comforting stimulation while he keeps his cock burrowed deep to the hilt. that vision becomes a blur the moment your body jumps with pure fear — terrified shriek roughly making its way out of your lungs. too unfamiliar with real-life objects to control his own strength, a frown crosses his face, a complete swirl of confusion and dismay as he looks down at your panicked eyes welling with tears. he didn’t mean to scare you, he only wanted to get a closer look at the darkened slick staining of your thin panties :(((

[skele-bunny]

Aether being rough with Phantom during his rut?

Oooo!!

CW - Dubcon (if you squint), breeding kink, cervix entering

Long post!

Aether is a big guy, both his muscle and fat, height, but he also knows he's a big guy. Maybe not the same as Mountain or even Omega, but still such a burning stretch for any partners. Thickness and length equally each other out, his tip always pressed near a certain spot that drives them crazy.

Phantom had been sleeping with Aether before waking up to his arm deathly tight around his stomach, his back soaked from how much Aether had been sweating, and growls in his ear. Just tapping Aether awake to try and figure out what's wrong.

The moment Aether opens his eyes, his scent fucking hits Phantom to the point he gets dizzy. Aether's eyes are locked onto him, watching as Phantom tries to sit up but the bigger Quint won't let him.

"A-Aeth, let me get Dew..." He's whining as Aether is sitting up some to drag Phantom more onto the bed. "I-I — Let me find Dew for you, okay? Yeah? He can help you."

Just down right ignored. Aether is making him dizzy, his smell... He can't focus. Phantom trying to clear his mind and whining as his night shirt is flipped up, Aether going straight to his tit to lick and bite of the perked bud. Other hand squeezing so tight, groping and massaging. Phantom is down right squirming, high pitched whines still leaving his throat, one hand starts pushing at Aether's shoulder and a deep growl makes him stop.

Just attacking Phantom's chest while readjusting between his legs, humping his boxers against Phantom's own. It's when Aether moves his mouth up to Phantom's neck to redo their bond that Phantom's mind shuts off. Aether smelling like strong sugar and static, Phantom now as lavender and metal.

That's all Aether needs. All he needs whatsoever.

He's ripping off Phantom's clothes, then his own boxers, kissing him and teeth claking, his cock erratically pressing around Phantom's folds and thighs. He's not too occupied about it. He knows he'll get it in a moment.

Claws digging into soft flesh, lifting Phantom's waist to position before sliding in. Poor Ant let's out a long moan, and despite all the slick that's started pouring from him, it still burns. Aether bottoms out and doesn't even give a second to adjust, rearing back and slamming forwards, and doing that makes their eyes widen—and Aether going faster.

Aether's tip head hits the rights spots, of course... But never the entrance to someone's cervix.

That 'bump' he keeps hitting is setting him off, growling louder and looking at Phantom as he's just in his own world. Eyes rolled back, moans so choppy, his tits just rocking with each movement.

"So fucking good." He feels like he can't breathe. "So tight for me."

Watching at his successor is grabbing the pillow under his head, nose scrunching as his cervix keeps getting abused. Every now and then Phantom will let out tiny "ow-"s in-between his moans and cries for more.

It's so fucking sloppy. Phantom's slick soaking the sheets under, most definitely getting to the mattress below. Aether is drooling with his mouth open, falling on Phantom's cheek and chest.

Aeth readjusting his grip from Tommy's hips to his thighs, taking a moment to stop and press his legs back until his knees are on his stomach. Aether mounting him fully, he's on his feet scrunched up, and as he pulls back and goes forward again, Phantom let's out a pure scream.

He's cumming, coating Aether's abdomen and soaking his cock that drips to his balls. Big guy's head successfully slamming past his cervix, but not too far, still allowing him to fuck this even tighter muscle with a clearer shot to his uterus.

"Aether— Aether—" His claws are digging at the others chest. "So deep— You're too deep— Oh fuck don't stop!"

Grabbing Phantom's face and forcing his jaw open just to spit in his mouth, fingers shoving down just to hear wet gurgles and gags from him. His knot is slowly growing, adding another stretch and burn with the new position.

"Gonna breed you." Is all Aether is able to say, fingers touching the back of Phantom's throat and watching as tears fall from both the extreme pleasure and the constant gagging he's been doing.

His knot finally starts latching and with another hard thrust, it's able to lock in; setting off another orgasm for Phantom. His uterus just gets fucking filled to the brim now that Aether has full access to it. Phantom's squirming, wiggling, unable to stop groaning as warmth floods him in a way it never has before. Aether pulling his fingers out of Phantom's mouth to hear his whines more clearly.

"Think it'll latch this time, hm? Don't you think so, bug?" He's laughing a little, feeling himself still scrunch and continue to flood Phantom.

Once he's done flooding the insides of his mate, Aether is slowly touching over his chest, his bottom lip, down to rubbing his clit with his thumb.

"So adorable... All mine."

His knot eventually deflates and he pulls out, seeing stringy blood mixed with both of their cum clinging to his dick. Aeth just laughs before flipping Phantom to his knees, shoving his head down and slamming forwards just to continue beating his cervix.

Bat is having the time of his life, letting himself be loud, eyes closed and drooling. Practically screaming Aether's name as his ass starts getting slapped, claws digging into his back and drawing blood. His tail is being held for grip so his body can't rock too much away from Aether.

Another orgasm is ripped out with a particularly hard yank to his tails base, and they're both settled in for a looooong while.

[sphylor]

cw forcemasc, intox, dubcon

just a very very rough little something based on this amazing post by @arkeusruin that i thought too much about and wrote in my notes app instead of going to sleep at a reasonable time fhshbfhd

"how long have you been sat there waiting for me?"

"i dont know..." Phantom whined as they subconsciously humped the mattress, a wet patch spreading out spreading out beneath them. "i just need- i just need you, Dew. i need you so bad."

Dew smiled at the sight in front of him. Phantom rocking themself back and forth, whincing everytime their clit rubbed up against the sheets. Dew moved closer and eyed the little nub curiously. his gut twisted in pleasure as he realised there had been the smallest amount of growth. he had to bite his lip to supress the whine building in his throat. he wondered if it was just as sensitive as his was when it first started growing...

"Dew what're you doing down ther-OHHHH." Phantom's voiced cracked as they threw their head back and moaned. "OH DEW. HURTS. DEW-" the quintessence ghoul squirmed as Dew worked their sensitive clit between his thumb and forefinger.

"look at how desperate you are for me. look at how hard your dick is getting and ive barely touched it." Dew gasped as he pulled back to admire it some more.

"no Dew dont, no..." they whimpered and hid their blushing face in the crook of their elbow. "dont call it that."

"well what is it, then?" Dew tilted his head as Phantom out peaked from behind their arm.

"its- its a clit." Phantom stammered, almost reluctantly. "its not a dick."

Dew tutted and shook his head. "oh its a dick, sweetie. we all know it is. and now you're gonna fuck my mouth with it, mm?" The fire ghoul dipped down to capture the sensitive nub in his hot mouth. Phantom nearly screamed as Dew ran his forked tongue over the tip. as much as it hurt, they couldnt stop their hips from stuttering forward, urging his clit- dick into the wonderful heat of Dew's mouth, smearing their slick all down his chin.

it was too much. too many sensations all at once. pain and pleasure mixing in the most exquisite way. Phantom's body seized up as their orgasm hit them, a guttural moan ripping from his already sore throat. in their post-orgasm haze they could only just make out Dew coming off of their dick with a small pop and shuffling up to lay next to them.

Dew stroked Phantom's cheek, it could just be his imagination but the peach fuzz that was there was starting to grow just a little bit thicker. "good boy" he whispered and kissed their forehead. Phantom whimpered as their hips began to hump the air again.

[syringesyrup]

6/17 Phantom & Swiss?

i got confused but i DID MY BEST!

nsfw below cut

The closet isn’t the most comfortable place for them to do this, in Phantom’s opinion. His face is pressed into the wall, and he’s knocked over two bottles of cleaner already. He feels a bit ashamed, doing something so nasty in a closet full of cleaning supplies.

“Hey look,” Swiss had said as he closed the door on them. “they prepped just for us.”

That was then. This is now.

Now being Phantom having to stuff his tie into his own mouth and conjure up every ounce of self control he has in this mortal body to make himself stay quiet.

Swiss yanks at his horn, pulling Phantom back into a rougher thrust. It makes the smaller ghoul’s eyes water and he chokes on the cloth in his mouth, groaning quietly as he stares back and up at Swiss.

Swiss grins down at him. It’s bright and white despite the darkness of the small space and it only makes the hot bubbling feeling in Phantom’s gut boil and threaten to spill over.

Swiss gives him another thrust, bordering on too much, and Phantom sobs into the cloth. It’s beyond soaked at this point and not doing the job it was supposed to do. Phantom whimpers, his ears drooping as his eyes start to roll back.

“Shh.” Swiss snakes a hand up and places it over his own lips. There’s a golden glow in his eyes that dances with a blood red. Just another thing that makes Phantom’s cock leak and drip onto the floor. He’s going to have to clean that up. There’s a lot he's going to have to clean up in here.

“You want ‘em to hear?” Swiss tilts his head down at him, putting on an innocent face as he adjusts his grip on Phantom’s thin black horn and gathers some of his hair with it. He tugs again, making Phantom’s boots slide against the floor as he kicks up at the sensation. He moans again, rocking himself back against Swiss’ hips.

“Ohh.” Swiss coos with that same sinister grin. “I bet you’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”

The shame hits Phantom before he can even register what Swiss has said to him. Yes. He wants to say. I’d love it.

He’d be honored to let everyone hear how good he was getting it from Swiss.

“Bet you’d love if someone just yanked that door open right when you cum, huh?” Swiss laughs as he leans down, pressing his chest to Phantom’s back and sliding a hand under him. He slides his hand over Phantom’s cock, slicking it up with his own pre as he begins to jerk him in earnest.

Phantom kicks again, making a strangled noise against the cloth between his teeth as Swiss grinds into him. Swiss breathes in, bathing in the sweet scent Phantom releases as Swiss’ hand slides over him in rough strides.

Phantom’s eyes roll back again. He’s so close he can fucking taste it. He swears he can taste Swiss too, deep in his throat despite the fact that Swiss’ dick has been nowhere near his mouth during this.

What a shame.

“Oh, who could it be?” Swiss hums. “Eeny, meeny, miny-“ Swiss sing songs before he pulls Phantom’s tie from his mouth, releasing the smaller ghoul from the prison he put himself in.

“Rain.” Phantom moans, long and drawn out like the water ghoul is the one fucking him.

“Ah.” Swiss smiles. “You’re lucky he isn’t here. He’d make a mess of you, lovebug.”

Swiss’ ear flicks as he snakes a hand around Phantom’s throat, squeezing ever so slightly. Phantom gasps, reaching up to grab at Swiss’ arm.

“Or…” Swiss grins against his ear and Phantom is so close. Too close.

“We could…” And Phantom is right there. His thighs shake and a broken little whimper falls from his lips, coming out shaky as Swiss squeezes his throat.

“Let him watch?” Swiss breathes, licking into Phantom’s ear as he gives him a rather hard thrust that slaps against Phantom’s ass. The smaller ghoul reels back, arching against Swiss as he comes hotly into the multi ghoul’s palm with a wrecked cry.

He comes down slowly, not even realizing that Swiss came with him. He lets the multi ghoul clean him up, peppering him with kisses and praises. Phantom sighs, falling into his arms with a low and fucked out groan. Swiss chuckles, wrapping his arms around the smaller ghoul and kissing his forehead again.

Swiss’ phone goes off. He groans, unwrapping his arm from Phantom as he fishes his phone from his pocket and peers down at it. The brightness makes him squint in the surrounding darkness before he brings the phone to his ear with a raised brow.

“Yellow?” Swiss says into it, making Phantom smile.

“You know I can hear you two, right?” A voice cuts through. “My room is right under that closet.”

Phantom and Swiss stare at each other.

“Heyyy Rainy.” Swiss smiles nervously. Phantom swallows hard, a bead of sweat already forming at his temple. He’s in for a long night.

[euphoricfilter]

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 3

[day three: thigh riding]

pairing: jungkook x f.reader

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

notes: smut straight under the cut

kinktober masterlist

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

You feel Jungkook press a wet kiss to your cheek, eyes barely open as you tug at his shirt. Silent demand for him to take it off. He drops the blunt on an ashtray balancing on the arm of the couch. Mere moments away from tipping over the edge, though neither of you finding it in yourself to worry.

He tugs his shirt over his head, thrown somewhere on the floor behind you; neither of you in a rush. Mind slow, gentle pleasure thrumming throughout your bodies, warm hands pressed to warm flesh.

Rough touch of fingertips of delicate skin, spikes of unsure pleasure fizzling beneath your flesh with every accidental tug. Skin dimpling where Jungkook presses and prods and gropes and loves. The faintest hint of red rising beneath your skin with every dip of his hands caressing parts of your body only he will ever see, ever own and love and ravish.

Your hands trail over his stomach, fingers dipping into his defined abs, his stomach tensing when you trail over a sensitive spot.

Your thumb presses over his happy trail, tracing over the waistband of his shorts, pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of his cock splitting you open.

“My pretty” he murmurs, tugging your shirt over your head, he groans at your bare chest, cock straining in his pants at the sight of you.

He leans down, lips wrapping around one of your nipples, his fingers pinching the other, tugging before pressing a thumb over the sensitive skin. You moan at the sliver of pleasure that slips down your spine, slick leaking into your panties, soaking the fabric until Jungkook can feel your arousal, tacky on his legs.

“Shit—Jungkook” you whine.

“Yeah? You like that?” he whispers, warm breath tickling your skin, nipples hardening. Goosebumps prickling your skin, tickling over you with each rugged lick of his tongue over your bare flesh.

“Mhmm” you nod, “So good”

His hands slip down your sides, looking up at you through his lashes, lips sucking at the soft skin of your chest. Red flowers of his love blossoming in his wake. Your mouth tips open in a breathy moan, nails raking down his stomach when he starts rocking your hips. Guiding you just how you like— lazy, clit needy, slick pussy coated in your arousal.

Your legs tighten around Jungkook’s thigh you were straddling, clit throbbing as the soft fabric of your cotton panties drags over the sensitive little nub with each lazy roll of your hips. Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging him closer until his face is smothered in your chest.

He bites down on your nipple, tongue laving over it to soothe the gentle jolt of pain that tickled down your spine.

More slick dribbles from your pussy. In your lust hazed mind, you find it in yourself to lift yourself up a little, desperate whine catching in your throat as your pleasure starts to ebb away momentarily. Slowly building orgasm a phantom feeling, clit still throbbing in desperate need.

You push your panties to the side, Jungkook tipping his head back as your bare pussy connects with the thick muscle of his thigh, skin slick and shiny with your leaking arousal. His hands settle back onto your hips, dragging you forward, helping you roll your hips, clit dragging against his warm skin.

Your knee nudges against the underside of his cock, nudging it enough to drag deliciously in his underwear. Building pleasure making precum stain the cotton, steadily leaking out the tip.

“Fuck” he moans, thigh tensing. You almost fall forward at the fresh wave of pleasure. Your nails rake down his chest, Jungkook’s hand squeezing over his cock to stave off his orgasm as your hands thumb over his nipples.

Your hips stutter forward, desperate as you rut against Jungkook’s thigh. He can feel your pussy clenching, arousal dripping down his skin onto the couch below the both of you. So wet and slick and messy, dribbles of arousal sticking to skin and fabric. Wet little noises making his cock twitch with every jittery rut of your hips. Mind so hazy and pleasure filled.

“Come for me baby” he groans, “making me all wet and messy”

His fingers find the back of your neck, carding into your hair. He drags you down, lips pressing against your own, his tongue prods at your mouth, slipping past your lips when you moan. He swallows it down, swallowing down every little sound you make.

His tongue presses against your own, mix of your saliva coating your chin, slippery against his lips.

He bites at you bottom lip, lip piercings dragging against your skin.

“Jungkook” you whine, fingers digging into Jungkook’s shoulders when he pinches your clit, his other hand palming over his cock.

“Come on, pretty” he looks at you through hooded eyes.

You’re desperate in your attempt to cum, pussy lips parting around his thick thighs as he plays with your clit.

Thick rivulets of arousal wetting his skin as you cum, desperate to keep the pleasure going as you rut against him. Mouth opening in awe when you watch his thick release spurt through his underwear. White staining his hand as he rolls his hips upwards, bringing you both down slowly from your highs

[dewedup]

I feel like no one sees my vision, so please do not feel bad if you don't either:

In my mind Phantom is actually not at all innocent and the others just assume he is because he's kinda quiet because he doesn't know them that well yet. But then one day he ends up in bed with Rain and Rain is thinking he's going to be naive and innocent, but once he tries to tease him Phantom is like; actually,

²¹⁾ “if you want to come, you’ll have to beg.”

And rain is like 👀 damn, guess I'm begging tonight...

I just think Rain and Dew would think "yeah we can fuck the newbie silly, have him wrapped around or fingers" but phantom would just fucking destroy them (beautifully and consensually).

I'm talking too much and not making much sense. I just really vibed with that sentence in the prompts...

I hope your day is going well and that if this prompt doesn't appeal to you you'll get some that do!! 💜

omg nonny how could i NOT write this??

i SEE the vision, i FEEL this vision, i hope this IS the vision!!!

²¹⁾ “if you want to come, you’ll have to beg.”

phantrain, top!phantom, bottom!rain, basically rain gets his world rocked

Rain and Phantom have been making out lazily in the water ghoul’s bed for hours. All hot puffs of air, lips tracing skin and soft breathy moans. 

Phantom’s a little bit of an enigma, floating from one ghoul to the next and leaving them all tight-lipped and refusing to share any details of their escapades. Even Dew, who he’d joked with about fucking Phantom silly and getting him cockdrunk on them, didn’t utter as much as a word about how he’d had the quint ghoul wrapped around his finger the other night. And Dew isn’t usually one to shy away from a good kiss and tell. 

If anything, it’s made Rain want this even more. To have the small ghoul pliable under his fingers, taking what he gives him and keening under his praise. It must really be an out of body experience if it’s left loud-mouthed Dew speechless. 

Rain let out a gasp as fingers brushed his hole, already stretched to take a few from earlier exploration. Phantom’s opening had received the same treatment, taking turns pushing each other open wide. Rain’s versatile, never opposed to a good dicking down, but mostly prefers being a top. Has imagined bending Phantom in on himself as Rain slams ruthlessly into him, needs it like he needs oxygen to breathe. 

Rain grasps his cock, moving slightly to hover in a position where he can drag it lazily around Phantom’s slick hole, moving in light circles and only applying the faintest hint of pressure. 

Faster than he can blink he’s being flipped over, pushed into the bed hard with Phantom wasting no time shoving his cock as far as he can into Rain, burying himself deeply. The sound that leaves Rain’s lips is partly surprised, coming out in a higher pitch than he’s ever heard himself make. His whole world view has shifted in the span of milliseconds and now he’s being filled up, pushed to his limits while Phantom’s dick brushes against the softest part of him. 

“If you want to come,” Phantom growls, licking a fat stripe up Rain’s neck, nipping slightly at the tender skin. “You’ll have to beg.”

Rain’s cock jumps at the command, pre splashing onto his stomach as he looks up in genuine surprise at the tiny ghoul above him. He doesn’t look so tiny now, crowding Rain with his hands slightly above his shoulders, face inches from his own, and his cock carving its own home inside Rain’s asshole. 

“S-shit,” Rain breathes, clenching down on the thing filling him up completely. This is… unexpected. Rain has built this fantasy up over the last few weeks, painstakingly creating layers of exactly how this would play out, never once considering this turn of events. It’s almost too much all at once, the sensation, the mental and physical somersault he’s just been victim to. 

But Rain’s versatile, can roll with the proverbial punches. So, he mentally shrugs while physically bearing down on the cock splitting him open. 

Looks like I’m begging tonight. 

-

It’s early the next morning when Rain enters the kitchen, slowly easing his way onto the chair, lower body on fire from the way Phantom absolutely ruined him last night. 

Dew’s up, sipping at his scalding hot coffee and eyeing Rain’s movements with a calculating look. He grabs Rain a mug of his own, making it the way the water ghoul prefers before taking a seat and sliding it across the table to him. Rain blushes as he offers his thanks, taking a sip of the beverage. 

“So… Phantom?” Dew ventures, a knowing smirk dancing across his face. If possible, Rain blushes even harder, eyes widening as he tries to look anywhere but at the fire ghoul taunting him from the other side of the table. The fucker knew this was how it’d go down and didn’t even give a ghoul a curtesy warning. 

Phantom enters the kitchen quietly, making his way to the refrigerator, letting a hand float out to drag across Rain’s shoulders as he props open then fridge door. Rain’s skin burns where the touch lingers like a ghost, truly wishing the ground would open up and swallow him back to the pit in this particular moment. 

As if it couldn’t get any worse, he sees Swiss making his way down the hallway, face splitting into a grin as he surveys the water ghoul.

“Phantom took you for a ride, yeah?” 

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober 15

15: Boot Worship, Spanking/Flogging/Whipping/Caning, Lactation/Breastfeeding

notes: ok time for some tltdatsib-verse lore. you get pregnant when heaven/hell curse you at the exact same time for a baby to take from your husbands. cue wacky baby raising shenanigans.

afab reader.

The twins were not planned.

Of course they weren’t. You’d had unprotected sex with your husbands literally thousands of times and never fallen foul of pregnancy. You just assumed, after so many years of life, it was one of the things that was taken from you with your not-death. And you’d been alright with that. Really. Truly. 

Ish. 

But when you were blessed - slash cursed, as heaven and hell would see it - with a baby for both of your husbands, you were overwhelmed with happiness. You’d cried as they held you, a positive test gripped in your hand. 

Being parents has not been easy. You’re so tired. You’ve been alive for two thousand years and you’ve never been this tired. Oh, the joy of children. But you’d not trade your daughters for the world, not you and your husbands’ joy at the expansion of your little family - you thought your life was perfect, but you realise everything before now was missing a piece. 

Babies make five. You think it might be your new favourite number. 

You found it difficult to adapt to it at first. Your body was doing new and odd things. But your husbands were nothing but a rock during the entire time, ever so loving and supportive. Even after you gave birth they were a godsend (hilariously). It takes a village to raise a child, or maybe three of you to raise twins. 

You were a little worried that your sex life would get a bit dry. It happens with new parents. You were worried they’d find your body strange and changed but, honestly? If anything they’ve been even more attentive to you and your needs. Your evolving human body fascinates and excites them; you can do all sorts of wonderful things with it. 

Like this, for instance. 

“Oh my god,” you breathe, scarcely able to stay still under them. Your pump had broken, it’s the middle of the night so no shops are open, and the girls are fast asleep — but your husbands had been more than willing to give you a hand, as it were. What you didn’t account for was how pleasurable it would be. 

You mewl as they suck. Their mouths are soft on your nipples, needy. As you flower onto their tongues Aziraphale presses his fingers inside your slick cunt, Crowley works your sensitive clit the exact way he knows you love it. 

“Shh, darling,” Aziraphale whispers, his mouth glistening as he pops up, “you don’t want to wake them.”

“Then shut me up.”

He grins and reaches in to kiss you. He tastes of your milk, earthy and sweet and warm; he doesn’t stop massaging your breast as his tongue entwines with yours. 

“Oh god… I’m… this…”

The feeling of pressure buzzing up from the apex of your legs combines with the relief they’re giving you from your chest and, with a soft cry, you come all over their hands. Crowley groans. 

“That’s it, nightingale. Fuck, look at you. You’re just gorgeous, do you know that? Your body is amazing. Can’t stop touching it.”

You collapse as your husbands continue their ministrations. Everything about you is so sensitive. 

It is a wonderful thing, to be worshipped as a mother. 

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