#guess who's ovulating

[parfaitchoichou]

ovulation sucks I’m literally horny all the time.💔

[princessleprechaunnn]

domestic ass wlw life with natalie scatorccio.

raising kids with nat. her being mom of the year. super lenient because those are her babies, wdym they did something bad??? her sad because her kids will get double the "yo mama" jokes with 2 moms. watching her cry because she isnt anything like her own parents and is so happy to give her kids the safe home she deserved. any chance she has she is like "sorry guys, gotta get home to the wife and kids..." simply because that is not something she thought she would get to have. the first time one of her kids gets super mad at her in their teenage years she is super sad because what happened to her baby who used to cry when mama nat left the room? talking shit about all the other parents with her since they are evil and you guys rock. watching her grow even more as a person over the years. her being her kids #1 hypewoman because those are her babies. her kids tell her everything so she knows all the drama. loves her family like hell and would fight anyone who put it in danger.

[lafortezagf]

lowkey needing a pretty girl to slap me so hard while being four fingers deep in me calling me a fucking slut but yk just lowkey

[violettressedd]

need a girlfriend to synch ovulation cycles with so we can do nothing but fuck until it's physically impossible to keep going

[ninnidelrey]

[trashytracktales]

T, HEAR ME OUT: THREESOME WITH LANDOSCAR

tbh, Lando would definitely have the freakyest kinks, to the point where Oscar just sits there shocked like "you want to what??"

First of all,

Now, here are some of Lando’s depraved suggestions after Oscar asks YOU WANT TO WHAT 😧:

18+ content ahead.

“Have her sit on your face while I fuck her from behind.”

“Make her suck you off while I eat her out. I wanna see her try to beg with her mouth full.”

“I want a video of her wrecked, stretched and dripping, just for us.”

“Put a vibrator in her during dinner with the team and control it with my phone.”

“Cuff her wrists to the headboard and blindfold her. You tease, I fuck. Then we switch.”

“Flip a coin? Winner gets to use her mouth. Loser has to just watch until she begs for him too.”

“You hold her legs up. I want to watch her face while I fill her up and you watch it drip out.”

“See how long she lasts with both of us wrecking her from opposite ends.”

“Fuck her while she’s laying on your chest. You hold her still and I whisper how pretty she cries.”

[starlinggirll]

need !husband art who lovesss your ovulation week.. for obvious reasons😩

you been teasing him the whole damn day. from sitting on his lap while the boys watched tv, from resting your head on his lap while he was watching tv. these actions were normal, you were naturally clingy and he loved that. but today you clingy, touchy and whiny. whining whenever he pulled away just slightly, digging your nails at his bicep and pulling him back to you.

he loves your neediness, makes him feel special. but he also knows you, and he knows you been wanting something. he also knows you were just on your period. what type of husband would he be if he didnt make you feel good? a very bad one.

"hey baby," he whispered against your while hugging you from behind as you brush your teeth. you give him a foamy, innocent smile through the mirror. he smiles back, gently nuzzling his nose into your hair. you melt into his arms, rightfully so. you have your 6 foot tall, muscular and so damn attractive husband infront of you, it only makes sence you seek for his attention.

"how 'bout a bath?" he whispers against your forehead. his hand going down to your ass, squeezing softly before hoisting you up onto the counter. you spit the toothpaste out on the sink before nodding. "yes please." you mumble, hands already working on trying to take his shirt off.

he chuckles, his hands snaking around your thighs. he lets you take his shirt off. your eyes gleam once you see his abs. you rest your cheek against his chest, and he has to resist the urge to not just fuck you against the counter. "go grab some wine while i get the bath ready." you giggle, hopping off the counter. "that type of night?" he simply nods, kissing your lips before ushering you away.

you happily prance around the kitchen while he is going crazy. he's doing a big deal in not getting himself carried away, but how cant he when you look at him like he's your only hope and reason to exist. you come back but you dont even get the chance to talk before he takes the wine bottle off your hands and he's carrying you to the bed. "b-baby!" you squeal. "change of plans, baby." he mumbles, setting you down on the bed and kneeling down inbetween your thighs.

you whimper at the sight, hand going to his hair. "art what are you doing?" he shushes you. slipping your panties down to your ankles. "lay down," he orders, pushing your chest down so you're laying down. he hikes your thighs around his head, his face buried in your mound. he starts licking, sucking, spanking even. he uses his free hand to shove his fingers down your throat so you csn gag on them. "shush baby, you're gonna wake up the boys." he teases you, laughing against your clit.

you wrap your hands around his wrists, biting into his fingers while clenching your thighs. "mm!" he uses his free hand to thumb at your clit, enjoying the feeling of your thighs suffocating him. he can feel you close to climaxing by the way your breasts move with each gasp. "ah ah," he pulls away and you let out a little cry. he pulls his boxers down, his cock springing out.

his fingers dig into your thighs as he slips inbetween your legs. "ready baby?" he purrs, pressing his hands around your neck. you nod eagerly, already shaking at the feeling of his tip rubbing against your folds. "f-fuckkkk." you groan, eyes rolling back.

he spents 4 hours fucking you. to the point were you both run out of condoms.

"you ready baby?" he asks for the 5th time that night. you're completely spent, and somehow you both ended up on the wall. your cheek is pressed against the cold wall, ass jiggling with each thrust. "im gonna fill you up so good." he yanks on your hair, cranking your neck back. you stare up at him with spent, dazed eyes. he loves the dumb look on your face, makes something deep and dark in him turn on. "you like that, wont you? you were basically begging for it all day." his big hands wrap around your neck, his lips pressing against your forehead.

"fuck im close-" he groans, you're milking him dry, and he can tell you're close. "lets come together, yeah?" not waiting for your response, he grips your neck to the point were its hard to breathe a little. you both come at the same time with a synced moan, your hands gripping his thigh. your body goes limp, only staying up with help of his grip on you. he pulls himself out, biting his lip at the sight of his cum dripping down his thighs.

"you're so getting pregnant after this," he mumbles almost to himself while holding you close, collapsing into bed with you in his arms.

[quietwhispersofaffection]

I'm ovulating, and because my man isn't currently with me to rip the demon out of my body, I'll write instead. This isn't good by any means, but it's also been in the drafts and needs to go.

John Price wasn't a rough man, not with you. He prided himself on his tenderness when it came to you. Always soft, kind to the best of his ability, and always gentle.

But today? He was furious.

"Say it." He snarled, cigar left smoking softly in the tray beside the bed. You were far too gone by then, eyes rolling back, clutching the pillow that lay under you as he took you from behind. Hair a muss from his harsh pulling and harsher thrusts. Far too gone to comprehend anything that was happening anymore.

"Fucking slut." He yanked your hair back, his cock inside of you, the only sensation you could feel and that earned a whine from you. "Oh." He sneered, tilting his head to get a better look at your fucked out face. "Little thing just wants my dick, hm?"

His index finger slowly pushing past your lips, mouth falling open to accept his offering, he pressed down on your tongue and then slowly slid back until he reached the back of your mouth.

"You seemed to like that cashier you were speaking with." He growled softly. It was stupid, really. He knew you would never flirt with someone else. Never. But the man had gotten too close, his smile too wide to constitute a friendly interaction. All you had been doing was trying to be kind.

But that prick took it the wrong way. Like they always did. And he had been standing a foot away, that was the funny part.

Not really.

"Need t'start keepin' you on a leash." He grumbled, seeing your shoulders shake as his hips slowly pulled back. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt your soft, warm, gooey pussy pulse around his shaft. "Fuck." He huffed out, letting out a groan as he looked down between your two bodies, strings of precum and juices connecting your two bodies. "Messy whore... gotta keep-."

His hips surged forward and his cock filled you once again, the stretch making you whine and drool drip on to the bedsheets as he resumed his rough pace. "Gotta keep you away from these guys. Don't wanna break any jaws."

His hand moved from your hair to wrap his arm around your throat, bicep beginning to restrict your airways and make your mouth drop open again. He pressed his body on top of yours and chuckled, feeling your own body move under him from the power of his movements. "Pussy so fuckin tight." He grunted, shit eating grin forming behind his mask when he felt you clench around him. "Gonna come, slut?"

Your eyes opened, feeling that delicious pressure in the pit of your stomach and the throbbing of your clit signaling your impending orgasm. "John...!" You voice sounded so fucked, lewd and whining as your faced pressed into the pillows underneath you. The edges of your vision began to dim from the lack of air.

"You want me cum to bad don't you." He growled, cock twitching inside of you at the thought of filling your cunt up with his hot seed. "Want me to fuck a baby in you? Dirty bitch. Wanna see me leak out of you, make a mess on the sheets? "

"Yes~!" You cried out, eyes rolling back, the closer you got to that peak of pleasure. His bicep got just a bit tighter, and as the lack of hair increased, so did the pleasure he was giving you. A debauched moan ripped from you as your walls fluttered around him and your hips jerked as you came, squirting on his cock. Price let out a loud groan, his own hips jerking as thick ropes of cum began to coat your walls, insides beginning to drip with his seed. He moaned loudly, movements slowing as he pumped himself inside of you a few extra times before pulling out. He didn't notice at first how you slumped forward as he looked down at your swollen, red, pretty cunt and hummed as two fingers gently began to scoop the cum that was leaking from inside of you and try his best to push it back in.

When he looked up again, he sighed and took in your passed-out form. "Oh boy." He whispered, pulling off the mask and collapsing beside you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest as he tucked your head into the crook of his shoulder. "I've got you, lovie. We'll clean up when you wake." He murmured, knowing this wasn't the first time you couldn't handle him, and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last.

I HAVE MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT THIS ONE. I'm too lazy to proofread

[whimsicalforestfairy]

I CRAVE a man who yearns. Bonus if he older

[simporado]

‼️ nsfw, mdni please

self-indulgent baku being down bad for reader ^q^

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Bakugo closes his eyes to bask in the feeling. The feeling of shame? Or the feeling of his hand stroking is cock harder than he did the last time again? He's not really sure.

The thought flies away when he cums, his mind blanks at nothing but your face. His seeds splattering onto his pants and on his naked stomach. He falls down on his back, sweaty and panting. A hand goes over his eyes as he calms his breathing down.

"Fuckin' ridiculous." He huffs to himself, shaking his head as if disappointed in himself or to clear his head. He pushes his bangs out of his sweaty forehead as he gets up from his bed to go shower.

Its already almost a year since you've invaded his thoughts. and It's been about— actually he doesnt know since when he's started jerking off to the thought of you.

The first time he had ever looked at you this way was when that stupid dunce face and fuckass perverted grape tricked you and the girls into wearing that shitty cheering uniform. He thinks he probably wouldnt give a shit about those uniforms, had you not bumped straight into his chest that day along the halls, feeling left behind as all the girls had already gone out wearing those outfits.

You had looked stressed then, he remembers. He surmises its because you were wearing something different, and had none of your classmates with you.

"H-Hey, watch where you're fucking going!" He stammers a little, but makes sure to sound normal.

"A-Ah, sorry." is all you had said to him before hurriedly running out to the field to where the rest of the girls were.

He didnt know it then, but that was when he started noticing you.

It had only been stealing glances at you since then, until you had been partnered with him during no-quirk sparring.

Aizawa had you paired together that day. He huffed before getting into his fighting stance, and you did the same. You were in a ponytail, and seeing your hair up was already doing things to him, but he had to focus.

He’d lunged in first, and at the first half of your spar, he seemed to have the upper hand. Then, you started to finally hit back and dodge his advances. He noticed immediately that you were studying how he fights. And he sports a somewhat crazed smile at the realization.

Infuriated and probably turned on, he fought harder, and so did you. But alas, he still ended up winning. He had you immobilized on your stomach on the ground. His hand pinning your arms a bit painfully on your back while he straddles the back of your thighs. Your is face squished against the mat floor of the gym. You grit your teeth in pain caused by Bakugo restraining you, but its also mostly in annoyance.

"You lost, shitty nerd—" he manages to say before hearing the whistle. His hold relaxes a bit, but you struggle and kick his rear, he stumbles forward a bit. He puts his hand in front of him beside your head to break his fall, but his crotch ends up grazing against your ass.

He freezes for a millisecond then shoots up instantly and left. He lets out an audible 'tch' before immediately walking away trying to look casual, despite his reddening ears.

He sighs as he closes the shower, then steps out to dry himself and get changed.

It was around after dinner time, and he's just about ready to go to bed. He heads down to the dorm kitchen to get himself water for his room. Surpisingly, no one else was down there in the common rooms.

Or so he thought, as he almost jumps when he sees an ass sticking out in front of him on the floor. It seemed like you were trying to reach for something from under the sofa.

"The fuck are you doing?" He asks, voice gruff. He kinda hopes he doesnt sound weird. You pull back to look at him, hair tussled.

" 'Was trying to get my phone." is all you say, your lips pouting a bit.

Bakugo's eye twitches. And his cock. Your eyes flicker down for a second.

"Fuckin' move over," He says before bending down to get your phone for you.

“Ah, but you don’t have t—“ but you r protests were futile already as Bakugo lifts the couch, making sure to show off his strength and biceps (thank god he wore a sleeveless shirt tonight) your way in feigned nonchalance, and grabs your phone with the other. This doesn’t go unnoticed by you, of course.

He was about to hand you your phone, but stops in his tracks when he looks down and sees what was on your phone screen.

It's a picture of him shirtless. A bit dirty and sweaty, probably during one of his hero work.

You move immediately to snatch your phone but Bakugo's reflexes are too quick. He raises an eyebrow at you. "You took this?" he asks, smirking.

"Izuku did." you shake your head, correcting him. You cross your arms and tilt your chin downwards to glare up at him. His eyebrows only shoot up higher at the information.

"This what made you drop your phone and got your ass out trying to get it back?" He asks, the smirk on his lips growing into a grin.

You glare at him, cheeks burning. You jerk your chin towards him. "You cant say shit about me when you've got a hard on. 'That because of my ass?" You ask, eyes glaring at him but he can see mischief and lust in them.

A groan rumbles deep in his chest before stepping close to you. "So what if it is?" he growls mostly out of struggling to keep his cool. He sees you slowly smile up at him at his answer, and you’ve never looked even more gorgeous. His heart thunders aggressively against his ribcage.

"I'll meet you at your room to help you with that." is all you say then turn to head to the elevator, not before snatching your phone in his hand.

He lets out a breath he didnt know he was holding. Snapping out of his stupor, he moves quickly to get his water bottle filled before sprinting to his room like a horny lovesick fool. God, you really will be the end of him.

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a/n

proofread it a bit, but probably still scuffed. i didnt bother at first because i thought i didnt like this piece enough. i see yall want a part 2… lmao i shall try. pray that my ovulation takes over me 🙏

[lacydaydream]

Motivation

⤷ Dean Winchester

cw: porn with no plot, fingering, munch!dean, pet names [ sweetheart, sweet girl, good girl ], soft!dom dean, high school relationship (seniors!), smut language, edging, sigmund freud. I might have missed some!

estelle yaps: erm. this counts as studying, right?

word count: 1K

minors don’t interact! 18+

“C’mon.” Dean mumbles from between your legs, lips unlatching from your swollen clit. His breath ghosts over your cunt, warm and just so close to where you needed him. He kept himself right against you, kitten licking your slit every now and again. This was him being mean.

Giving you just enough to jolt every time but not enough to bring you to the edge. Dean knew what he wanted and the man would not stop until he got it.

His hungry eyes look up at you, the once emerald green down darkened. His pupils were blown out in ecstasy, as if your pussy was a honey pot filled with coke. Or some other drug that kept him addicted. Dean would live between your legs if he could. He’d survive off your broken moans and the sweetness of your arousal.

The hand that wasn’t pumping two fingers agonizingly slow inside you gripped at your thigh. Not hard. Just something to keep you grounded. Keep your eyes on him. Keep your mind on the task at hand.

A cry left your lips at the sudden loss, eyes casting down to watch him. You had been so close. Right at the brink, just about to fall. But he had asked another question and stopped when you didn’t answer in time. “mmph-“

“C’mon, sweetheart. talk to me about the levels of consciousness.” Dean bites back a wicked grin, knowing there was no way in hell you could actually be thinking about psychology right now.

In truth, he wanted you to fall apart on his fingers and into his mouth. The two of you had been here for almost half an hour. His wrist was just starting to get tired, his fingers no doubt pruned. But, he would wait. Watching you squirm and babbling was a sight far more beautiful to him.

His thick fingers continue working, curling into you. Once. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out before coaxing them back in. Then, he curled them to caress the spot that had your cunt drooling down his wrist. He cooed softly as you hips buck up. Withering beneath him from the stimulus.

The best thing about dating Dean Winchester was that he wanted you to succeed. Always. Not only did it make him feel good to know you felt good, but it also gave him another thing to brag about his girl. He had the best girl. The sweetest, most kind hearted, and equally badass girl to adore.

So, when you had been complaining about not wanting to study… he had acted fast. He knew that you hadn’t wanted to study because you were horny. The not-so subtly clench of your thighs was enough to have given you away. It was the easiest decision of his life. He needed to take care of his girl. And get her to study.. even if he couldn’t care less about school himself.

He’d get to hear you struggle to breath while he worked as many orgasms from you as he could. Yeah, he was jumping on that.

“we can stay here all night. makin’ this pretty pussy drool until you give me what I want.” When he adds a third finger, you scream. A devilish glint twinkles in his eyes. A smirk captures his lips.

“c-conscious..” Your hips lift to meet the trusts of his fingers. His large hard sprawls over your lower abdomen, keeping you in place on the bed. “fuck! preconscious and.. unconscious.

Fuck Dean sideways if he knew you were right. he barely paid attention to normal classes, let alone electives. Especially psychology.

He nods, pleased with your answer. “Atta girl.” His thumb gently glides over your clit, a small reward. “Who’s theory is that?”

His eyes leave yours, looking down to your puffy folds. God, you were soaked. Dripping down onto his bedsheets. His fingers were covered in you, dribbling down his wrist. He flicks his wrist, thrusts speeding up. “c’mon, sweet girl… I know you know it.”

It takes a minute for your brain to catch up to the question. His fingers were working you so perfectly, tightening the coil in your tummy. Blabbering wouldn’t cut it. You knew that.

“f-fucking Freud.” Your voice is high pitched, mewling as your head thrashes around, trying to chase after the high he was supplying you with.

That one, he did know. He remembered everything you said, the words falling from your lips like a hymn or gospel. You had complained about Freud every day, his mere existence pissing you off.

Dean couldn’t understand why. But you didn’t like him. So he didn’t like him.

“good job, sweetheart. that’s right.”

His lips find your clit again, sucking harshly. He groans at the taste of you. All sweet and dribbling down his chin like a fresh peach. The sucking noises he makes are pornographic, savoring every last drop of your essence.

His hand travels up to hold yours. Grounding you to this moment as he felt your walls clenching his fingers. The addition to his brutal pumping and sucking perfected the trifecta.

All you could think about was him. Burried in his pillows, the smell of woods and warm leather enveloping your senses. They were soft against your skin, stimulating every nerve in your system. His hand holding yours, the sweet contact as he absolutely ruined you, returned your focus to the moment.

The wave of pleasure washed over you quickly. Dean was right there with you, lapping every little drop up. He moans, the feeling of you gushing on his fingers almost making him ruin his pants.

His tongue licks at you, savoring every flick that brings him the sweet taste. He holds your hand gently, thumb rubbing against your knuckles.

His fingers burried in your cunt slow, letting you come down from your high slowly. He turns his face to kiss each of your inner thighs, touch gently as your legs shake.

Dean is absolutely covered in you. His nose, chin and mouth shine with your essence. And he’s smiling like a fucking idiot.

“There we go, sweetheart.” He watches as you shake, your breath slowing, the flush on your cheeks settling. “Did so good f’me. Always do. My good girl.”

He brings your hand up to his face, kissing the inside of your wrist gently. It’s a promise. It’s a marking. It’s everything that your fucked out mind could comprehend.

“Wanna study for chemistry next?”

hello, my darling. my requests are open!

[edenminx]

TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME

[mommylovesyew]

Don't you know Mommy gets needy too, baby? I need your cock, little boy. I want you to fuck me so hard I see stars.

[anilaasturns]

HOLY SHMOLYY MATHEW 🛐🛐😟😩

(not my edits!!!)

[lavenderprose]

One thing you will never convince me Emmrich is bad at is giving head. Bad at fucking? Absolutely. I am utterly willing to incorporate it into at least one of my belief systems regarding this man. He's allowed to be bad at fucking, absolute garbage cbat style nonsense at fucking, because crucially he is AMAZING at head. My man is a certified munch. He lays Rook down, puts his head under her skirt and gets all up in there, then pops back out with a smile on his face and asks if she wants to come again or cuddle. Rook's head is still spinning and Emmrich crawls up the bed, plays with her boobs a bit and cuddles her ass. When she finally asks if he wants to fuck her, he says, "No 😊" and listens to her heart beat for a little while. Then she watches him jerk off and fingers him. This is how it's gotta work I'm SORRY. If horny visions were worth human money I could end world hunger in six hours.

[littlepuppers]

i’m in my friends room rn, should i hump all his pillows and get them wet with my puppy slick? :33