#cw: N S F W

[dios-favourite-simp]

Sleepy sex with Dio 😭

Naturally he's a vampire so he doesn't need sleep - his human pet however needs to rest. This man is insatiable though, and even after a few rounds of sex he's still raring to go.

Exhausted, you lay in his arms, panting against his wide chest. His cock is still buried inside you, your legs wrapped around his thighs to pull you close. He'll bottom out in this position.

Because he's so deep every rock of his hips stirs something deep in your belly. Dio will gently press the bulge in your stomach, other hand going to stroke your face soothingly.

He only ever let's you rest like this if he feels you've been good: expect purrs of praise and his warm breath against your neck.

[thekillingmoonmoon]

unholy: jujutsu kaisen

fushiguro toji

part one / part two

Masterlist

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x Fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, cheating,  daddy kink (yes I know, I’m scared too), breeding kink, use of the word “mama” in a nonsexual, but sexual way Length:  FULL FIC (part two) (3,3k)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You were addicted to Fushiguro Toji

And it wasn’t just the thick wads of cash he handed you on the daily, it was him: the warm roughness of his palms on your hips, the cheeky twitch of his lips whenever he saw you, the heady scent of leather and cinnamon that swirled around him like smoke. You had never imagined yourself in a relationship with a man like him, let alone a married man, but the way he touched you undid any doubts you had about being with him. And even though he had never said precisely so, you were his.

You could tell by the broad palm against your lower back as he steered you past the queue to one of his many clubs, by the marks you wore along with your new diamond necklace, dark and blooming beneath your skin, by the wink he gave you as all the girls looked on jealousy. You slinked your arm through his and he kissed your forehead, leaning down despite the heels you wore.   “Why don’t you get us something to drink, doll?” he said, hot breath whispering over your ear. You nodded and looked up. He nodded and paused, waiting for you. You raised your eyebrows but placed a cute kiss on his scar and he smacked your ass.  “Atta girl.”

You sidled up to the bar, giving a serving girl a winning smile which was ignored as you leaned on the bar. “Two double whiskies and soda, please,” you asked, “put it on Fushiguro-san’s tab,” you tried to smile again. No dice. “You must be the new bargaining chip,” was the comment, the girl grabbing two glasses and upturning bottles of whisky into the vessels.  “Excuse me?” you asked.  “He’s using you, girlie,” came the snide remark from another waitress.  “Don’t suddenly think you’re special,” the bartender continued, “he may be spoiling you now, but wait until he asks you to sleep with his associate…” she trailed off, staring off at the man now walking through the entrance to the club.  He was big, as big as Toji and a bit taller, all buff muscles and inky tattoos.  “That’s Two-Face,” the waitress quipped, “known arms dealer in the area,”  “And I bet Toji is gonna make you sleep with him to open up a new club in his territory,” the bartender smiled sweetly, sliding you your drinks. You sighed and wondered how expensive the whiskey was and if you could pour it over these two women. Why were women like this about Toji? well, of course, you had some idea, falling under his electric green gaze as you sauntered back to the booth he had commandeered for the night.

The other man, Two-Face, was there too, two girls already sat on his lap and cooing at the tattooed man. But you didn��t miss the way his light eyes flared at you, how even the eyes tattooed onto his skin seemed to follow you as you went to sit beside Toji. Toji didn’t miss his stare either. “Sweetheart, this is Ryomen Sukuna,” he introduced, and Sukuna took your offered hand. You caught the flash of a tattooed mouth on his palm before he surprisingly kissed the back of your hand. “An honour, pretty girl,” his voice slid like silk over your skin. You felt your cheeks heat up and you hoped Toji couldn’t see how flushed Sukuna made you in the low light of the booth.

 The men began to talk, throwing around numbers that had your eyes falling out of your head. Eventually, Toji saw you sipping at your whisky, eyes lost to the dancefloor. “Why don’t you go dance, babygirl,” he whispered into your ear, lips brushing over your cheek.  You smiled and held out your hand to the other girls to invite them with you. They took your hands with a giggle and followed you onto the dancefloor.

You slipped into the sultry beat, letting the music guide your hips and hands as you spun and danced among the throngs. You knew Toji didn’t dance, but he watched, and his gaze prickled along your neck.

 And then thick warm hands were on your hips, spinning you around to press your front to a well-defined chest. It was Sukuna, his tattoos bleeding through his white shirt, shimmering in the thumping light of the club.  You glanced towards the booth but couldn’t see Toji, but his absence made your heart drop. Had he left you here with Sukuna? Had he sealed the deal with the promise of your body, and disappeared off into the night? Sukuna’s fingers dug into your hips, pulling you back to the present. “Toji’s got good taste in girls,” He murmured in your ear, craning down so you could hear. He was groping you, steadily kneading your ass through your tight dress. You wanted to push him away, grab your purse and run from the bar. But what if Toji had promised you to Sukuna? Both men were dangerous, deadly even. Could you outrun the two of them? You looked desperately towards the booth again, seeing a dark figure sprawled across the back seat. He was still here. Why? Surely it would be better now that he’d sealed the deal. Or did he want to see you get dragged into misery? 

 A heavy hand squeezed your jaw. “Look at me, baby,” Sukuna rumbled, “you’re mine now.”  No. No no no no no. You pushed away from him then, planting your palms against his chest and pushing as hard as you could. But to no avail. Sukuna was strong, and the grip he had on your hips was iron. Until a dark silhouette dragged you from his arms. Almost instinctually, you curled up beneath Toji’s arm, making yourself seem small against the hulking presence of Sukuna.  “I said you could look, not touch, kid!” Toji spat, his arm coming around to clutch you to his chest.  “We were just dancing,” Sukuna smirked and you shook your head into Toji’s chest.  “Doesn’t fucking look like she agrees,” Toji said, and pointed to the exit, “So get the fuck out of here, Two-Face, and come back with a better deal for me.”

And then the world fell away. Toji’s hands engulfed your shoulders, holding you together as he looked you in the eyes. You felt as if it was just him and you, the club a blurred mess that surrounded you in muffled beats and neon thrums.  “You okay, doll?” Toji asked, and you shook your head. Toji grabbed your hand then, leading you back to the booth and setting you down with his jacket over your shoulders. He squatted before you, taking your hands into his warm palms. “What’s up, kid?” he asked again and you tried not to sniffle. “I thought you sold me off.” “The fuck? Where’d you hear that crap?” he growled, but the glance you sent to the bar was all he needed to know the answer.  “They’re all fired. Why would you fucking believe that I’d do that to you, hah?” You shrugged. Toji tsked and looked at your interwoven hands.

Then he stood, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you upright. He began to storm out of the club, his jaw set and his knuckles white. You clutched his jacket to your shoulders, running after him.  “Toji! Toji?” you called after him as he pulled you out of the bar and into the cold of the night. “What’s wrong? Are you mad?” and then, before you could stop it from slipping past your plump lips, “Daddy?” This stopped Toji in his tracks, one hand raised for a cab, he looked at you suddenly, immediately noticing your dishevelled state. “Fuck, Babygirl,” he rumbled, pulling you into his chest, and cradling the back of your head.  “I’m not mad at you,” he soothed, stroking your hair, “I’m just real fuckin’ upset that you think you mean that little to me.” “What?” was all you could manage before Toji hailed a taxi, plopped you inside and barked an address to the driver. You clung to him throughout the ride, occasionally blinking at him through dewy, teary eyes. You had been so close to losing him, so close to being lost to someone else. You fidgeted with the jacket on your shoulders, tugging it closer so you could fall into the thick scent of cinnamon smoke rolling off it. 

 The car came to a standstill, screeching to a halt outside a hotel you knew Toji had just acquired. He didn’t look your way. Instead, he clenched his jaw and handed over a wad of cash to the driver. He helped you out of the car, steering you purposefully into the glittering lobby. Groups of people turned to greet him, and you bit your lip when you realised who they were. They were business associates, the cleaner end of Toji’s dirty business, and people that knew that he was a married man. Except now, with you hanging on his arm, they could have no doubts as to who you really were. “Honeymoon suite,” Toji demanded, flipping his black card out of his wallet, “I’ll pay twice the rates and get whoever’s in there out!”  The concierge scrambled, reaching for the phone in an instant and dialling up whoever he needed to comply with his boss’s orders. You looked around you, catching the piercing stares of women in fur coats and men puffing on thick cigars.  “Whaddya looking at?” Toji brought your focus back to him, shifting you by your hips so that you faced him. “This could be bad for your business, Toji,” you whispered, throwing glances over your shoulder. “Do you think those fuckers don’t have a pretty little thing keeping their beds warm at night?” he asked, and you shook your head.  “And, doll. None of them are you,” he glanced awkwardly to the side, “none of them mean as much to me as you, okay? “ his warm fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, kneading over the plump silk where Sukuna had groped you earlier.  “Plus,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot and heady, “you’re more than just a mistress,” he leaned back, watching your eyes widen in shock at what he just said. Your jaw dropped, and immediately his hand came from underneath to lift your chin. He kissed you then, tasting his confession on your shocked lip-gloss pout. He tried to deepen the kiss, licking at your bottom lip, but the nervous cough of the concierge caused him to pull away with a huff. “Your suite is ready, sir,” he led you to the elevator, where Toji took the card and told the frightened man to buzz off.

 His mouth was on yours immediately, the lift doors barely closed before his lips scooped you up in a frenzied kiss. He swallowed your shock with a grunt, pushing you back until your spine made contact with the elevator doors. His hands automatically found your hips, hiking up your soft silken dress to expose your legs to his hungry hands. He had a handful of thigh when the elevator doors opened, leading out onto a full-floor suite that looked over the bright sparkling sea of Tokyo below.

But Toji wasn’t interested in sightseeing, instead, he gripped the back of your thighs, and with a keened “Daddy!” lifted you up and onto his narrow hips. You wrapped your thighs around him, your flesh spilling from the soft shift as he groped at your ass, his mouth finding your chest. He walked through the suite, holding you easily as he sucked over the dark marks he’d left on your skin, deepening their hue and having you whimper above his nipping teeth.

 You fell to the bed in a flurry of silk and rose petals, pink sheets fluttering out as Toji followed you onto the mattress, slotting his thigh between your legs and lifting your hands about your head.  “You’re mine, sweetheart,” he rumbled, leaning down to nibble on your earlobe, his other hand leaning on his elbow beside your head. He held your wrists up together above your head, his broad palm swallowing your wrists into a chain that pressed your hands to the silken salmon pillow.  “Say it, babygirl,” he roughed out, pressing kisses over your wet face, tasting the salt of your tears on his tongue, “tell me you’re mine,” he rasped into your ear. You nodded, the heat already burning up between your legs, only made hotter by the caress of his thigh against your clothed cunt.  “I’m yours, daddy,” you breathed, and he swallowed your whine with a kiss, pushing his tongue deep down your throat, dominating your senses with the overwhelming scent and aura of his musk. “Good girl,” he rumbled, laying a kiss down your jaw, down your throat, down to your chest. He sucked softly at your collarbones, nipping and licking over where his touch brought colour to your skin. He tugged the straps of your dress down, freeing your tits and engulfing them with his warm mouth. You gasped as he nipped your nipple, biting down on the sweet flesh until you yelped, his other hand kneading and twisting your other tit. He began to shuffle your dress up your legs to up past your hips, revealing the white lace you had worn for him. “Pretty little thing, aren’tcha,” Toji tsked kneeling back and unbuttoning his shirt. You sat up in eagerness, ready to reveal the broad warm planes of his chest to your eyes for the first time but his palm in between your tits stopped you.  “Stay still, doll,” he grinned, “Let Daddy have his way,” you nodded in obedience, eyes glossy as a swirling sea of tattoos and slash of scars sailed across your vision. In a flash, Toji’s shirt was on the floor, and his muscles were rippling beneath his tattooed skin. He began to undo his belt and you sat up again as he stepped off the bed to take off his pants. You wanted to slide to the floor then, knees splayed and mouth open, but Toji’s warning glare had you fixed to the bed, legs spread across the silken pink. In his boxers, Toji crawled back up the bed, his hot hands finding the stretch of your legs, running his hands over the soft skin and up towards your thighs. He leaned forward and hooked his thumbs around the sides of your panties and pulled them down, tossing them over his shoulder and spreading your thighs with his knees. You gulped, suddenly very aware of how exposed you were to Toji. Before the sex between you had been hurried, half enshrouded in shadow either in the back of a booth at his bars, over the pool table in his private lounge, in the car before he dropped you home, or even in the alleyway behind your apartment block. He had never seen you so bare, so vulnerable, and although the room was low-lit, there was no hiding from his hungry eyes. You tried to close your legs, but a firm hand on your knee was warning enough.

 “Why the fuck are you hiding?” Toji asked, glaring at the hands that came to cover your exposed breasts. You shrugged,  “I don’t know, daddy,” you mumbled, and he leaned over you suddenly. He grabbed each wrist in his huge hands, but instead of tugging them over your head, he kissed the back of each hand and gently laid them beside your head. “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart,” he warned, leaning back and prying apart your knees.

He shifted down onto his chest and tugged your hips down to meet his face. He slung his forearm over your hips, pinning you to the mattress and spreading the lips of your pussy with his fingers. You shivered as he blew air over your folds and he chuckled, before sinking his mouth around your clit and sucking harshly. Your back arched almost immediately, your hands reaching for his hair, the sheets, anything. He lay a long hot stripe along your slit, scooping up your slick and humming at the sweet tartness on his tongue. He pressed his tongue deep past your entrance, eliciting a whimper and twitch from you. He worked at you slowly, alternating between sucking and pulsing around your clit and fucking your cunt with his tongue. After some time of your whining and the thick slurp of Toji’s mouth, he pressed a finger past your walls adding to the noise with a heady squelch. He added another finger, stretching you out nicely, in preparation for his cock. Once he’d got to three fingers deep in your wet cunt, he began to work towards your orgasm, flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit and sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You came in a soft fuzzy wave of starbursts, haloes of lights twirling through your veins. You wove your fingers deep into his hair, and he let you ride out your high, pushing and sucking on your cunt until you were a panting mess. 

 “Pretty girl,” Toji nipped at your inner thigh, “Daddy’s pretty girl,” he sucked a dark bruise into your skin, grinning when you flustered at him when it got too much. He pulled you up to a seated position, and with a rip and a tug, had your dress over your head and on the floor. “Want Daddy’s cock?” he asked, shifting back and taking off his boxers. His cock hit his stomach with a fat slap, pre spilling onto his stomach as he tossed his underwear aside. He knelt between your legs and spat into his hand, lubricating his cock as he rubbed its head against your entrance. You whined at the feeling of him, wanting to rock your hips forward onto his pulsing length.  “I need your words, sweetheart,” Toji pinched your inner thigh, before lifting each leg onto his shoulders. “Yes please,” you keened, feeling the first press of his cock past your walls, “Want Daddy’s cock,” you swivelled your hips, gasping and sighing as his cockhead worked past your tight walls and into your cunt. The two of you cursed, Toji leaning over you as you both gasped for air. He lowered himself deeper into your cunt, filling you slowly and stretching you. It was too much, and tears pricked your lashes, crystalline diamonds forming at the edges of your eyes.

 Toji brushed your tears away with his thumbs, leaning down to kiss you as he began to move slowly, pulling his hips away at a languid pace only to snap his hips deep into you in return. You moaned loudly, pathetic iterations of “daddy” pit pattering from your lips as he began to pump into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight, babygirl,” he hissed, “gonna fill you up,” he shifted your legs, pressing your knees to your chest and fucking you harder.  “Gonna fill you up til you’re my baby mama, hah?” he continued and you clenched hard on him, “You like that?” he cooed, “you wanna be a mama for me? Have my kids?” his hips began to snap to yours faster. “Yes,” you howled, “Yes, Daddy,” you thought hazily about holding Toji’s child, of raising a family with him, and you came, gushing a thick white ring of cream around Toji’s cock. He groaned, his hips slapping into yours until he came in you with a heavy grunt. His cum filled you, his cock twitching and flinching as thick white warmth filled up your cunt, spilling out the sides. You spun in a haze of trembling muscles and spent breath, warm and fuzzy as the pressure in your stomach was released in the gentle squelch of Toji’s hips against yours.

 He didn’t pull out, instead flopped down on your chest, tickling your neck with the sticky strands of his hair as he mumbled into your neck.  “I gonna call a divorce lawyer tomorrow, yeah? And then I’m gonna make you mine, babygirl.”

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[cinghialefedele]

That one day/night meme :)

[xx-scribbledragon-xx]

Tumblr u guys get this first 👀 not drawn properly in ages so here's Dio shibari ❤️❤️

gonna be uploading some nsfw versions on twitter so keep an eye there :^}

[promiscuousderg]

lineart babes~ the whole image is done, but im gonna whip up a shortfic to go with it before i post it.

[dhalsimxhonda]

HONSIM ; A BABY ?

SUMMARY … after a nice lovemaking sex, dhalsim decided to surprise edmond with a miracle they’re prepared for .

CW … semi nsfw mentioned (mdni) , mentions of sex , & t-mpreg .

CHARACTERS … edmond honda & dhalsim

SETTING … a year after street fighter alpha 3

A/N … first prompt of 2024 , but now what you’re expecting on . i needed to come up with a theme to make it as a late prompt for valentine’s day . another quick note is that both edmond and dhalsim are trans in this prompt and this is for my au lore for these two . but i hope you like it <33

edmond honda taps out of the coffee, making sure it gets hotter from a cold morning. every day, they wake up and they’re all freezing. not even a sunny day until 9 am can stop the sumo wrestler from making coffee. he’s a little bit sore, but at least he’s happy to get his lovemaking sex with dhalsim from a bet. so sweet as a good man to thrust inside him is a beautiful thing in their name of love. with consent makes it so much better, making sure when to stop while agreeing to make the next step in their lives. that’s edmond, the sumo wrestler to gave all his love to his husband. he begins his sipping coffee as he sits down on his kitchen counter.

behind edmond, dhalsim placed his hands on his husband’s shoulders, giving him a small kiss on his cheeks. “good morning, darling.” the yoga master chanted. “did you sleep okay?” the sumo wrestler responded. “yeah, i bet ya slept okay too. i am a bit sore, but i enjoyed every minute of you in my arms every day. i can make some rice today for you.” dhalsim brushed his husband’s hair with his hands. “you don’t need to do this, darling. you still need rest until your body recovers. i can make it quicker for you.”

“maybe later. besides, all i want is us together. we will pick up our child in the afternoon from your parents.” the sumo wrestler continued to drink his coffee. “perfect. just like how we planned…” something inside of dhalsim is the need for him to speak up. “everything okay?” edmond asked as dhalsim looked away. “yeah, i’m fine.” he felt the urge to have a serious talk. in what way, you may think. nothing major about street fighting. it’s finally time for dhalsim to talk with edmond about his surprise. “what is it?” he asked as he stood up closer to his husband. “you can tell me.”

with a deep breath, dhalsim finally responded. “i had the best night of my life.” edmond was confused at first, but with a smile, he held his hand. “what happened?” he asked. “i did it.” the yoga master handed edmond a small pregnancy test that caught his eyes and it hits him with a realization. “you don’t mean… you’re pregnant?” he asked while dhalsim nodded his head. “yes. we’re having a baby.” he replied. the sumo wrestler double-checks the test and suddenly smiles. dhalsim is right, the test reached positive. “you’re kidding!” his smile brightened as he hugged his husband gently as spun around. “oh my god! we’re having a baby!”

the husband smiled as dhalsim chuckled. “we have to tell datta about this later! we’ll become a wonderful family as street fighters, dhalsim-kun!” edmond finished as they both kissed each other on the lips once more.

[three-strikes-of-void]

GUESS WHAT TROUNT FANS I JUST FINISHED A FIC!!

[dios-favourite-simp]

ummm

yk where to find the uncensored

[thekillingmoonmoon]

Hi Moon😊

For the mini drabble I have the song: morning coffee by hang øver, with Nanami from jjk!

hello hello, thank you for going along with my little game hehe

here you go

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, soft morning sex, unprotected sex. Very mild, and soft and warm. Nothing spicy here, folks Length: 923 words Song: Morning Coffee by Hang Øver

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Sunlight spilt heavenly softness through the window panes, filtered gently by the gauzy curtains that hung from the rails above. You woke with the bird song, the tune beckoning you out of bed and to the kitchen. A pair of golden arms tightened around you, his hands squeezing your hips as your lover stirred. “Good morning,” came the muffled rumble, his sun-kissed hair falling over your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. “Morning, Kento,” you said, turning onto your back so that Nanami could have access to your face. His nose nudged along your jawline and he sank into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses along your throat.

“You didn’t sleep well,” came his comment, not really a question and you sighed, blinking bad the bleariness from your eyes. You shrugged, “What can I do? I hope I didn’t disturb you,” you let your fingers fall through his hair, threading the flaxen strands through your fingers as dark, watchful eyes flickered up to look at you. “No, you didn’t. I just noticed you were uncomfortable,” he murmured dropping a kiss on your cheek and hairline. You sighed again, “I guess you’re not much of a heavy sleeper either,” you rubbed up Nanami’s bare back, revelling in the expanse of brown skin beneath your fingers.  “Comes with the job,” Nanami grumbled into your hair and you chuckled, feeling him tighten his arms around you as the air escaped your chest. He settled himself fully on top of you, your legs on either side of his narrow hips. He began to kiss your neck, pulling away before sucking gently at your skin.

 “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, laying love sweetly over your skin. You felt your cheeks prickle with heat, as they always did when Nanami complimented you, his word golden butterflies that settled in your lower stomach in a molten shimmer. You felt his length strain against his boxers, hard and warm against your inner thigh, and Nanami lifted himself onto his forearms. “I love you,” he said simply as if he had not given the world to you on a platter, as if he wasn’t handing over his still beating heart into your reckless care. “I love you too, Ken-“your words got cut off by an impatient kiss, Nanami’s fingers working through your hair to hold your head, pressing his lips to yours with a hum. “I know you do, darling,” he kissed the side of your mouth, littering kisses down your jaw and over your throat. His other hand slipped beneath your shirt, his old shirt, and his warm hand engulfed your breast, kneading and pulling at your nipple until your back arched into his chest. He sat back, taking the ends of your shirt with him, pulling the cloth over your hazy head and throwing the fabric to one side. You sat below Nanami, splayed and soft, completely vulnerable to his ministrations. His fingers ran along the seam of your panties, feeling over the spot of wetness where your slick had already soaked through the fabric. He pulled your underwear off in a flash, his fingers already working past your fluttering entrance before you could compute what was happening.

 “Ah, ah, Kento –“ you huffed, feeling him stretch and pull at your taut muscles, “Wanna cum on your cock,“ you pleaded and he smiled, leaning down to kiss you. His fingers pumped slowly into your velvet heat, sinking deep into the silken warmth as your slick gushed around him. He was only stretching you out, the flick of his wrist and scissoring of his fingers filling and fucking you. He brushed past the spot that had pressure building in your tummy, and he smiled as you twitched and trembled around him. Once he was satisfied, or too impatient, he stopped and shucked off his underwear, lining his hot length up with your entrance and spitting on his hand. You watched him as he sank into you, mesmerised by the slight drop of his jaw, the flickering of his eyelashes over his molten eyes. He sunk into you, inch by inch, filling you slowly until you were fit to burst. His forehead dropped, and he placed gentle kisses along your collarbones. You were tight, slightly underprepared and addicted to the feeling of Nanami flush against your walls. Eventually, he moved, pumping into you at a languid pace. The sun caught the droplets of sweat on your skin, and light scattered throughout the room, filled with the muted sound of your skin against his, your cunt taking his cock.

You were quick to reach climax, filled to the brim with gold as Nanami whispered featherlight praise into your skin. You clenched down on his cock, your cunt constricting as you grew closer to the edge. Nanami was quick to catch this, and his thumb began making rough circles around your clit.

You spilt out in a fluttering of golden light, your body full of warmth and tingling all the way down your spine. You came gently, with Nanami swallowing his own name down from your drunken lips. He came soon after, filling you up with his cum until it trickled out, and you sighed, satiated, sated.

“Good girl,” Nanami murmured, kissing your cheeks and panting mouth. He pulled out of you with a groan, and after grabbing a warm washcloth from the bathroom, wiped you down until you were clean.

 “Rest some more, my love,” he whispered into your hair, “I’ll come to wake you when the coffee is ready.”

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[cinghialefedele]

Every time I worship you, my mouth is filled with honey...

Full pic on twt here~

[archersartcorner]

Volo thirst trap part 2 transgemder edition cus I love him

No scars + flats below!

[obeisnce]

@gunfckd​. / ft. V A L T E R. && W O L F G A N G.

         𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑻. isn’t that what they used to say?? back when there were nine lives to be had and existence didn’t hang in such a precarious balance. in this new world, survival is a privilege and mistakes are CONSEQUENTIAL. all it takes is one. vienna knew the risks of venturing outside the walls of the camp, especially on her own, but she’d ignored the voice of reason in her head screaming at her to turn back. despite her best intentions to navigate herself away from danger she got lost anyway and ran herself straight into it instead. rabbit heart thumping in her chest, trembling hands raise in surrender to the stranger she’s stumbled upon looking none too friendly, particularly with a gun in his hands. she’s not so naïve to not know there’s dangerous men best suited for these end times and even upon first glance the man stood opposite her strikes her as the type. ❝    wait !! please don’t HURT me,    ❞ the blonde pleads. trying to ignore the lump caught in her throat. ❝    i’m not trying to cause any trouble. i’m just — i’m just trying to get back to my CAMP.    ❞ slowly inching backwards, the girl’s so singularly focused on what’s in front of her that she doesn’t think to look behind and lets out a sharp yelp as her back suddenly collides with the chest of a new stranger. heart sinking to the depths of her stomach as she whips around and is faced with just as menacing a presence as the one looming behind.

[cuteteacakes]

Piers x trans!Raihan 18+ juicy lemon

I was given permission to post my commission for @gerard-ways-left-nut so under the cut is some super spicy juicy lemon this is your warning (also ugh I don’t think I’m gonna tag P.okemon because this is VERY adult):

The sun was well into the Galarian sky when Raihan knocked on Piers’s studio apartment door. There was no answer. He knocked again, growing impatient. Still no answer. Rainhan crossed his arms over his chest. He knew Piers had retired from being a gym leader, but had he really gotten this lazy? Come on!

He kicked the door open with a bang.

“Rise and shine, you goth fairy!” 

Apart from the light streaming in through the door, the blackout curtains cast the room in shadows. Not that this was a surprise for the ex-Dark Pokemon gym leader, but wasn’t this a little overkill? Raihan squinted and scanned the room. It was surprisingly tidy, at least from the entryway. There was a lump on a mattress in the corner that shifted and groaned. Bingo.

Raihan stepped inside, closed the door, and strode over to the bed lump. “Rise and shine, princess!” 

The “princess” grunted, “Don’t you know what time it is?”

Raihan sat on the corner of the bed near Piers’s foot lumps and began to twirl one of his fingers around it. “It’s two in the afternoon, babe. I’ve been waiting for you all morning. We were going to the movies, remember?”

There was a sudden rustling and Piers sat up groggily. His hair was in disarray and falling in front of his face in a way that Raihan found extremely attractive. “Fuck, really? I’m sorry, I uh… forgot we planned that today.”

Raihan cocked an eyebrow. “You forgot?”

Piers nodded and fell back into his bed with a loud oof that made Raihan bounce. “Sorry.”

Raihan blew air through his nose. This guy… “That’s not gonna cut it.”

“I said I was sorry.”

Why was Piers being so… blah about the whole thing? Wasn’t he the one that suggested this date in the first place? And Raihan was planning on giving him a handjob while they were in the theater too! Stupid dark emo fairy boy… with his hot mussy hair and his gravelly morning voice that itched all the right places… Raihan licked his lips. Damn if he wasn't getting turned on by all of this…

“I’ll forgive you on one condition…”

A grunt in the form of a question. At least he hadn’t fallen back asleep. Raihan stood, only to lie on his stomach and straddle the bedded man’s legs.

The grunt turned into a gasp.

“Raihan, what-”

“Oh, now you’re paying attention?”

Piers must be getting just as turned on if straddling his legs made such a sound. Raihan began to slide his hand up the other’s leg. Piers let out a moan. 

“Wait, Raihan, i-if you keep doing that-”

“Doing what? I’m just feeling where you are under all those blankets.”

Piers whined and put a hand to his mouth. “Sh-shut up.”

Raihan smirked. “Oh, what a face you’re making! Hold on-” He moved and fell forward so his head was up near his boyfriend’s. “Say cheese~”

He had his Rotam phone in his hand, ready for a selfie. Piers shook his head quickly and tried to push Raihan’s hand away. Raihan couldn’t help giggling and kissed Piers’s cheek, which only made the man blush more and hide his face. “You’re being a tease…” he mumbled through his fingers.

“And you’re cute, you know that?” Raihan kissed the top of Piers’s fingers. “In a sexy sort of way…” He took one of those fingers and began to suck on it, slipping the digit between his lips and running his tongue around the skin. It got a moan out of the other, which was better than only a gasp, it meant he was getting into it now. Perfect. Raihan moaned onto the finger himself, his hips rocking against Piers’s side. He wanted him so bad…

He popped the finger out of his mouth, “Piers…” 

Piers’s breath was coming in heavier pants now. “Y-yeah…? What is it?” 

Oh, like he didn’t know. 

Raihan reached down and cupped the one lump he had been ignoring up until now. Piers sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“I want you so bad, Piers. And from the feel of it you want me too…” Raihan chuckled and gave the lump a gentle squeeze. He could feel it twitching in his grasp. Raihan smiled and began stroking it slowly. “You know what? I was totally going to do this at the movies, but… I guess I could do it here too…” He squeezed the tip. “We won’t get kicked out of your apartment for doing lewd things, right?”

Piers could only moan in response. Was he already…? No, no, no, not now. Raihan wouldn’t have it. He sat up and threw off the covers. Piers’s boxers were tented, and a small stain of precum was already darkening at the tip. Piers blushed even harder and turned his head away. 

“Embarrassed?” Raihan chuckled. “You were half asleep a couple minutes ago…” He hooked a finger under the rim of Piers’s boxers and tugged on it. “Come on, let me see~”

Piers bit at his lip as Raihan tugged the boxers down past his hips. Raihan whistled. 

“You’re so turned on already! And I haven’t even done anything yet!”

“Says the one who’s been touching me and sucking my fingers…” Piers mumbled. He couldn’t say much more though, because Raihan was pressing his lips around the tip already. He cast his gaze up to Piers as he slid his head down painfully slow, making sure to feel every little twitch and throb within his mouth. Not to mention those delicious moans were turning him on just as much. As one hand held the base of Piers’s cock and his head began to bob, his other hand slipped under his pants to tease and touch himself. Shit, he was so wet already…

“R-Raihan…”

Raihan glanced up. Oh, what a sight… Piers from this angle and this expression was something else. That blush, those hot pants, the knitted eyebrows and string of drool… Raihan held that gaze as he bobbed his head. He wrapped his tongue around the cock, making sure his mouth held every inch up to the base. He held it there, humming against that sensitive skin until he had to breathe. He slid his head back just as painstakingly slow, eyes never breaking the contact with Piers. 

Once he reached the tip, he hummed and let Piers’s cock slide out with a small pop. “Take my shirt off,” Raihan cooed. Piers whined and meekly reached over, missing the other by inches but making no effort to sit up. Raihan rolled his eyes. “You big baby..” He didn’t want to stop pleasuring Piers (or himself for that matter), but god damn if these clothes weren’t getting in the way. Raihan sat up and let go, straddling Piers’s lap with his throbbing dick nestled between his thighs. Just watching it made Raihan even more turned on. He wanted that inside him… but not before blowing Piers’s mind with his mouth.

Raihan quickly slipped off his shirt and already his nipples were hard. Freeing them of the fabric helped a little, but he needed Piers’s hands on him too. He reached down and grabbed them. The other glanced down at him with his face still rapt with pleasure. 

“Touch me.” Raihan brought the hands to his chest and his hard nipples. Even with Piers not moving or fondling them, his nubs were so sensitive. Raihan let out a soft moan himself. He started grinding his hips into the other’s, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. “God… dammit… I’m going to ride you into the ground when I’m through with you…”

Piers audibly gulped. “Is it okay if I-...” His hands trembled like they wanted to fondle Raihan’s chest but held back. Raihan’s grip tightened.

“Would I be holding them here if I didn’t? I’ll say it again slower.” He leaned down, nearly pressing his chest in Piers’s face. “Touch. Me. Now.”

Piers nodded and gripped Raihan’s chest. His thumbs fondled Raihan’s nipples, pinching them lightly, and Raihan groaned in pleasure. 

“I-is that okay?”  Piers asked. “I’m not hurting you?”

“Piers,” Raihan moaned. “It’s been two years already, you can squeeze them as much as you want.”

“But I-”

“Do it!”

Piers pinched harder, and the pleasure Raihan felt shoot through his body was almost too much. Almost. He needed to get out of these stupid pants now too. He needed Piers. 

“Oh god, that feels so good-!” Raihan leaned down to kiss Piers’s lips before pushing himself lower again. He grabbed onto Piers’s cock and ran his tongue up the shaft. Piers’s hands trembled, slipping from Raihan’s chest. He better hurry up with this blowjob if he wanted Piers’s hands all over him again. He held firmly and spat onto the top, the pearl of saliva catching on the slit and running slowly down. Raihan put his lips to the top again. He pushed down with a loud slurp which got a very nice sound from his boyfriend. He did it again, slurping as he pulled up and making sure to get it nice and wet. Suddenly he felt fingers in his hair. Raihan hummed around the shaft, pushing back down as far as he could go. The grip on his hair tightened. He felt Piers push his head down, and Raihan didn’t resist. In fact he closed his eyes and moaned softly around it, feeling the length pulse and twitch in his mouth. 

Piers’s grip on Raihan’s hair tightened more, and he began to move his head faster. The hot skin pulsing in his mouth twitched and stiffened. Piers let out a moan, “Sh-shit, Raihan, I’m-!” 

Raihan pulled back quickly, a string of saliva and precum connecting his tongue with Piers’s cock. “Wait, don’t cum yet.” 

Raihan slipped out of his shorts as fast as he could and pulled down his boxers. He straddled Piers, putting one of his palms on the other’s chest and positioning the cock to his cunt.

“What about a condom-” Piers started but gasped as Raihan slid easily down onto him. He let out a shudder and his hands instantly grabbed onto Raihan’s hips. “F-fuck you’re so wet already…”

Raihan sighed, his head falling back. “I wanted you to eat me out too, but you’re being so lazy I got impatient…” He leaned forward, placing both hands on Piers’s chest now. He raised his hips, moaning as he did, and slammed them down.

“You’re so big-!” Raihan purred. 

“You’re so tight-” Piers cussed.

“Only for you, big guy~” Raihan continued to move his hips, grinding his pussy against Piers’s cock. Piers tightened his grip on Raihan’s hips, his fingers digging into the surprisingly soft flesh. He began to bounce Raihan on his cock, making him whine, “No fair, I wanted to be in control-” before he was silenced by a loud moan as Piers’s length hit a deep spot. That sent him over the edge, crying out in pleasure as he came. His pussy tightened and gushed, soaking the bed sheets. Raihan sighed in relief. That orgasm was a long time coming, and it felt so good. But Piers was still thrusting his hips up into him, even after he just came and was still sensitive. His hands began to tremble and his arms were having a harder time holding himself up on top. 

Piers noticed. “H-hey,” he panted. “You look like you’re about to fall over. Want to switch places?”.

Raihan laughed breathlessly. “What, and have Mr. Snorlax try and top me? Yeah right-!!”

Raihan squeaked as Piers suddenly grabbed his wrists and flipped him on his back. He let out a soft “oof” and was about to tease Piers again for being so stubborn when he noticed the look in his eyes. Piers definitely wasn’t the half-asleep baby he was fifteen minutes ago. Raihan bit his lip. 

“So? What’re you gonna do to me, hm? You have me like this now, I’m still exhausted from cumming, I’m basically defenseless…” He feigned a swoon. “Oh, big and handsome Dark Trainer, what are you going to do to me~?” 

Raihan was shut up with a rough kiss. Piers bit down on his lip and pinched his nipples, hard. Raihan saw stars. He didn’t realize that Piers was still buried inside him until the other began moving his hips again and the stars came back.

“P-Piers-! Wait, I-I’m still sensitive-!” 

Piers wouldn’t hear any of it. He took Raihan’s legs and held them both over his head while his hips rhythmically continued slamming into him. Raihan’s voice was beginning to fail him, mere whimpers coming out of his mouth as his pussy was being overstimulated. Piers was going so deep… having his legs over his head definitely wasn’t helping. Neither were those hot grunts Piers was making. Raihan was pushed further back on the bed each thrust, his tongue hanging out as he panted and tried to cry out Piers’s name. What switch had been flipped here? Whatever it was, Raihan wasn’t complaining (not that could anyway). 

He gasped, feeling his foot grabbed and Piers’s tongue wrap around one of his toes. Footplay now too? Raihan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came again. His whole body shook with the orgasm and he squeezed tightly around Piers’s cock. Piers hissed through his teeth.

“Sh-shit, I’m close…” 

Now he’s close? And here Raihan already came twice already! He gazed at Piers through half-lidded eyes, and took one of his hands, slipping a finger into his mouth. If Piers wanted to do the foot thing, two could play at that game. He moaned softly, wrapping his tongue still coated in saliva and precum around the digit. It curled inside his mouth at the same time Piers let out another moan. Raihan could feel the other throb and twitch inside him. He was so hot too… 

One final slap of skin, one final thrust, and Piers came inside of Raihan. Raihan felt the hot seed shoot up inside him and he took it all with a satisfied sigh. Yes he was still very sensitive, but now they both were. Raihan wiggled his hips to help Piers ride out his orgasm, which the other responded with a few more lazy thrusts. He dropped his hands from Raihan’s legs and kissed along one calf. 

“Oh, now you’re being all sweet?” Raihan teased. He made a grabbing motion with his hands, and Piers collapsed into the other’s arms. He began stroking the long black and white hair. “That was better than any movie anyway~” he purred, and kissed the top of Piers’s head. 

Piers just grunted in response, “Yeah but now we’re a mess…” They were still connected too, the smell of sex heavy in the air. “Want to shower?”

“Mmm… not yet. I want to feel you inside me a little longer,” Raihan hummed. He patted Piers’s head. “Wait, I have an idea that doesn’t involve us leaving the bed~” 

“Mmm?”

“But it does involve you getting off of me..” Raihan chuckled when Piers made no attempt to. 

“Too tired…” he said. 

Raihan rolled his eyes. “Too bad, I was going to suggest doing a 69 and cleaning each other up if you know what I mean- oof-!” 

Piers was suddenly up on his elbows. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place? Let’s do it.” He leaned down and kissed Raihan, so much lazier than when he was biting at his lip a few minutes ago. He slowly slid out, and both of them whined at the feeling of being emptied. 

“Turn around and let me clean you up,” Raihan said, letting out a gasp as Piers moved. Apparently while they weren’t connected by their bodies anymore, their juices wanted to stay joined. Raihan tensed his pelvis and felt the cum seep out. Ah, but Piers’s ass was in his face now, cock limp and covered in semen and his own fluids. Raihan took it gently and kissed it. He felt Piers put his lips to his pussy too, tongue spreading the lips and pushing in. Raihan moaned around the cock which made Piers moan into his pussy. 

Ah, careful, I’m still sensitive… Raihan thought as he slurped up as much cum as he could. He wondered if Piers was thinking the same thing, because his cock twitched in his mouth. Raihan craned his neck and tried to swallow the whole length. He gagged a little, which made Piers pant heavily. Shit, were they both going to come… again…? Raihan felt like he was every time Piers pushed his tongue deeper into his pussy. He could feel that heat building in his belly, threatening to overflow. If he kept up the teasing…

He suddenly felt Piers flick his clit with his tongue, and a wave of pleasure shot up his body again. He moaned around Piers’s length, which made the man only continue to tease his clit, flicking it, slurping it, kissing it, even, oh god, biting it! 

Raihan cried out and came for a third time, his body tensing and trembling. Piers’s breathing sped up too and his length grew harder. He came into Raihan’s mouth, hot ropes of semen shooting down his throat. They both collapsed onto each other, gasping and panting. So much for cleaning each other off…

They stayed like that for a few minutes, each feeling the warmth and heat of the other. What an afternoon. Raihan lifted his arm and wiped the cum off his face.

“Sorry about that…” Piers mumbled by his feet. 

Raihan chuckled. “You’re a lot stronger than I gave you credit for.” 

Raihan could hear Piers lick his lips. “You’re not half bad for second best either, you know…” 

“Second best?” Raihan felt his ears grow hot despite being spent. “What’s that supposed to mean? Who’s number one then?”

“Leon of course-!” Piers’s voice was cut off by a pillow being thrown at his face. “I meant in the Pokemon League! You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had!”

“I better be!”

[yourgirlsfriday]

           “My goodness! You carried the twins so well, I would probably waddle around in just my pajamas. Motherhood certainly suits you.” 

[girlbob-boypants]

Speaking as a gay man, I don't actually mind when porn/comics/fanfic are "unrealistic" about a dude getting fucked in the ass without a bunch of focus on housekeeping down there

Cause like. As a bottom. Douching, fasting, and fiber pills all kinda suck and I *wish* I could just get railed unscheduled.

Course there is some "nuance" to this. Like if the fic is supposed to be realistic and suddenly they're fucking in a park after breakfast it just don't do it. But if it's like...a fantasy fic or something I'll let it slide

As much as I joke about having a size kink and stuff, I'm the opposite in reality.

I'm not douching until water leaks out my nose for orc dick I have no patience

I may also be ace when it comes to irl stuff but idk I haven't put much introspection into those aspects of my sexuality cause its easier to just say im lazy

This was such a ramble sorry to anyone who reads it

[dewitty1]

Googling how to make my boss just for me enough to risk his marriage, job, and reputation?

For a friend.

It's me. I'm the friend.

So remember me, the wanting to climb my boss like a fucking tree anon?

Well it faded a bit. But now it's back and fuck me I want him to fuck me so bad. We work at a fucking local school like this is so inappropriate l. Help. I feel like a freak and I can't tell anyone. I want to fuck the principal who's also my boss. Hahahahahaha. Just want him to slam me down onto his desk or up against his office door and just have his way with me. Fucking hell.

Hi Confession Nonnie,

I would say it's nice to see you, buuuut, I'm sorry?

Idk.

I apologize for sitting on this for a bit. I needed to think on it for a while, honestly.

I still think distancing, and distraction is a good idea. Also, I'm going say, therapy. Maybe not in the short term, but in the long run it will help, for you and your marriage.

I think in the short term you've got a lot of thinking to do. Be honest with yourself. Do you want your marriage to continue? Do you want to keep your job? Does the lust you feel overcome the love you had for your husband, and the need for the job you do?

If you don't honestly care about those things, for you or for your boss, then, shoot your shot with him.

I'm not an advocate of cheating. I'm really not, but if you can see no other way to scratch that itch (talking to your husband - role playing, open marriage maybe, idk) then there you go.

Mom is always here for you! HUGSSS! 💜💙 💚 💛 ❤️ 💗 💕 💖

Good luck with whatever you decide to do! Xoxoxo