#how to create a press release

[eradioindia]

What is press release | How to create a press release

What is press release: प्रेस विज्ञप्ति किसी कम्पनी, व्यक्ति विशेष अथवा संगठन द्वारा पत्रकारों को दिया जाने वाला एक घोषणा पत्र होता है जिसमें उसके नये उत्पादों, नई जानकारियों का पूरा विवरण होता है। इसके माध्यम से कोई भी सूचना सर्वसाधारण व्यक्तियों तक पहुंचाई जाती है। प्रेस विज्ञप्ति एक शक्तिशाली संचार उपकरण है जो वर्तमान में डिजिटल रूप में SEO को बेहतर बना सकती है और मीडिया कवरेज प्रदान कर सकती…

[street-corner-felines]

Zero Day Director commentary - With actor Andre Keuck

[reasonsforhope]

"Claire Cao was only a senior in high school when she saw a vital need in her community — and filled it. 

In 2024, the teenager spent her time outside of school volunteering at Blanchet House, a Portland-based nonprofit that serves people experiencing homelessness through food donations, clothing drives, and mental health assistance programs. 

As she logged hours as a Blanchet House student ambassador, Cao soon realized how difficult it was for community members to keep track of shelter openings, rotating food service programs, and available mental health resources. 

“During one afternoon meal service, I met Dano, an unhoused man who shared his struggles with accessing basic services like food and shelter,” Cao said in a recent press release. 

“Left disconnected from essential services, Dano described his struggles of not knowing where to go or which shelters had available beds.”

Combining her love for technology, law, and public policy, Cao pulled available resources into a database and created the ShelterBridge app, which connects users to shelters and services in their area. 

“ShelterBridge wasn’t simply inspired by Dano — it was inspired by the realization that access to resources is a fundamental need that we, as a community, can do a better job of providing,” Cao emphasized. 

“I wanted to use my skills to build something that could bridge that gap, ensuring that no one falls through the cracks simply because they don’t know where to turn for help.”

In addition to linking users to services in their area, the app also has a rating system similar to Yelp. This system allows people to leave star ratings and reviews on shelters, food services, hotlines, and legal aid. 

The ratings not only help users differentiate between services in their area — but they also provide invaluable feedback to the nonprofits, organizations, and government programs that service them. 

“We've been asking for an app like this for a number of years now,” Scott Kerman, executive director of Blanchet House, told Portland news station KGW.

In mid-January, Cao won the 2024 Congressional App Challenge in Oregon’s First District for her work with ShelterBridge — outcompeting 12,682 student submissions. 

Since the app first launched, Cao and her growing ShelterBridge team — which includes enterprising high schoolers and college students from across the nation — have expanded services to California, Philadelphia, Seattle, Los Angeles, and North Carolina. 

“Claire and the team she’s working with deserve all the credit in the world because they're doing something that frankly nobody else has really stepped up to do,” Kerman said. 

“To have the kind of technology that we use every day with hotels and other kinds of reservations [to] help people get into safe, supportive and dignified shelter would be a game changer for our community.”

Although the app started as a class project, Cao said ShelterBridge’s success has far surpassed her expectations. 

“I do hope to keep it up,” she told Oregon outlet KOIN 6 News, as she looked ahead to college and beyond. “I’ve made a lot of efforts to expand it to other cities as well — and it’s something I can mostly do from a computer or my laptop at home.”

-via GoodGoodGood, March 21, 2025

[khioneee]

tap out.

simon doesn’t expect anyone to tap him out. a ritual where loved ones step forward to release a soldier from duty, creating a chance to reconnect.

based on this.

simon stands in formation, a soldier among countless others, each bound by discipline, each carrying their own story beneath a stoic exterior.

in the unyielding line, he’s silent, gaze fixed forward, while around him, families reunite: sons embraced by tearful mothers, women lifting their children into their arms, couples lost in long-awaited kisses. joy and relief fill the air, carried on quiet laughter and murmured words of love.

but simon is an orphan now.

there’s no one to step forward for him, no one to break his stance. he watches it all, standing alone, feeling like a stranger in this crowd of reunions, this world of connections he never belonged to.

over the years, the military has stripped him down, rebuilt him into something hardened and unbreakable. this new self is his armor, a wall between him and the life he left behind.

the tap-out tradition is a formality he’s only ever heard about, something he’s watched from a distance but never expected for himself.

he stands motionless as soldiers around him are tapped out by loved ones. he watches quietly, feeling a distant sense of satisfaction for them, grateful that they have that in their lives.

maybe soap would tap him out after he’d seen to his own family.

no matter how many times simon tried to keep him at arm’s length, he’d come to accept that soap wasn’t leaving him behind. coerced into the friendship or not, soap was a friend. until soap has been tapped out, there’s no one in simon’s life to come pick him out.

still, simon knew he was alone in ways he couldn’t change. or so he believes.

then he feels it—a subtle shift in the air, hesitant footsteps halting just in front of him, carrying a weight he doesn’t understand. his breath catches, but he doesn’t move. he’s trained to hold his position, but something in him almost falters as he senses a presence just inches away. slowly, he lets his gaze shift, barely, enough to catch a silhouette he thought he’d left behind a lifetime ago.

it’s you.

you. his childhood best friend. the love of his life.

you. the only person he thought of when he escaped his broken home. you. the guilt that wracked him when he ran, unable to say goodbye after the night he barely escaped after being beat nearly to death. you. the only reason he wanted to be alive, and the person he hadn’t been able to look back for.

—you. you. you.

and now here you are, standing before him, eyes wide with hope and uncertainty, tears gathering at the corners like unsaid words held back for too long.

he doesn’t understand, not fully. he thought he’d locked that door, left that part of him sealed away. and yet, here you are, holding everything he thought he’d left behind.

you hesitate, the weight of the years pressing down between you, unsure if you’re allowed to do this. if you can reach out to him after all this time, to be the one who taps him out.

he senses your uncertainty, feels it as if it’s his own, and in that moment, he lets a flicker of vulnerability break through—a slight furrow in his brow, a subtle nod. silent permission.

and you know, in that instant, it’s okay.

with a trembling hand, you reach forward, closing the distance. your hand hovers over his shoulder for a heartbeat, the air between you heavy with everything left unsaid.

then, gently, you tap him out. a simple touch, light and fleeting, yet it breaks something open in both of you.

in an instant, simon moves. his arms come around you, his grip unyielding as he pulls you close, lifting you off the ground. the soldier falls away, and he’s just simon again, holding you as if you’re the only real thing in a world that’s constantly shifting.

his head lowers, his face buried in your shoulder, and he breathes you in, lets the walls he’s held up for years fall away.

‘you’re here,’ he murmurs, voice rough, thick with emotion he can’t hide anymore.

his hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, each touch soft, a silent promise. the weight of years and regret presses against him, but he holds you tighter, as if to make up for every moment he was gone.

you feel the warmth of his tears against your shoulder, silent and raw. he pulls you closer still, as if afraid to let go, his voice barely a whisper as he breathes, ‘i’m sorry, lovie. i’m so damn sorry. i’ll never leave you behind again. i promise.’

and in that moment, surrounded by echoes of lives left behind, he’s just simon again, the boy who belonged with you.

. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ an. i know the tap-out tradition isn’t common in the uk and is usually done at the airforce but oh well. read part 2 here.

[sinkuna]

୨୧ — "Cant sleep," Gojo announces at 2 AM, his white hair adorably mussed as he stands in your doorway.

"Me either," you admit, trying not to stare at how his sleep shirt clings to his lean muscles… and before you can protest, he's already pushing into your room.

"I know!" he claps his hands together, "lets build a pillow fort!" Once again, before you can question him or protest, Gojo Satoru is already stripping your bed of its blankets and pillows. His energy truly didn’t know any bounds, and it was almost infectious as he constructed walls- hung fairy lights he seemingly produced from nowhere. It was almost like he had planned for this.

Inside the soft cocoon of blankets, his usual playful side slowly melts away. The loss of his best friend Geto was weighing on him heavily tonight, it showed in how desperately he pulls you close.

"Stay with me, don’t ever think about leaving’ me…" he whispers against your lips, his kisses needy and deep for once. His hands gripping your hips in a possessive way that screams ‘I don’t want to be alone’ as he grinds slowly against you.

"I'm here, Satoru," you breathe, feeling him shudder at his given name. His fingers bite into your skin almost painfully, a way for him to anchor himself to you.

When he reaches for the condom in his pocket, he suddenly hesitates… Those sky-like eyes meeting yours for a split second before darting away, the sweetest pink hue crossing his beautiful features.

"Let’s not use protection this time," he mumbles, voice uncharacteristically uncertain... Long white lashes fluttering as he blinks, "I know, I know- it's selfish," he continues, pressing his forehead to yours, "But I keep thinking, what if..." His voice trails off…

And for the first time, the infamous Gojo Satoru looks almost fragile.

Those carefully built walls crumbling before you as he shares what’s been on his mind, "A reason to come home," he breathes, "Someone waiting... tiny feet running down my hallways instead of just ghosts and memories."

Your heart aches at how young and innocent he suddenly looks… this powerful man- the strongest sorcerer, wanting nothing more than a future filled with love rather than loss.

"Whatever happens..." he whispers against your lips, hips pressing into yours, "happens..."

"Okay~," you whisper back, pulling him closer. His whole body relaxing- melting into you at your acceptance.

One of his large hands span your stomach, already imagining it swollen with his child, "I realized the other day that I want to give you everything... want to come home to you both..."

"Everyone leaves," he murmurs brokenly between heated kisses. "Can't lose you to..."

"Never," you promise as he rocks against you, his usual confidence stripped away leaving just Satoru- young and afraid of being alone.

Your legs wrap tighter around him as he moves against you, his usual cockiness replaced by raw need and hope. For once, the strongest sorcerer isn't thinking about power or victory- his usual cockiness gone in this moment, replaced by genuine feelings of the possibility of creating something beautiful instead of destruction.

"Please," he begs, voice cracking, "Let me give you- give us this... let me have something to protect..."

In the safety of your pillow fort, surrounded by twinkling lights, you hold him close as he seeks more than just physical pleasure. He's seeking a future where love outweighs loss, where coming home means more than empty victories.

His kisses grow more desperate as you arch beneath him, both of you chasing not just release but the promise of tomorrow. Tonight, in this soft haven of blankets and fairy lights, Gojo Satoru isn't the strongest sorcerer- he's just a young man dreaming of a future filled with love instead of ghosts.

Prt 2. │ ⋆｡˚꒰ঌ 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ໒꒱˚｡⋆

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ it was a glance, so fleeting most would've missed it. a subtle shift of your eyes, a near-imperceptible turn of your head — satoru, though, caught it.

he saw the way you lingered on that small family in the store, a mother cradling her baby close. the soft curve of her smile as she murmured to the tiny hands reaching for her. there was a longing in your gaze that didn't go unnoticed.

you didn't mention it on the drive back, the silence thick with unspoken thoughts. and you certainly didn't bring it up later, not when you were sprawled beneath him, your body slick and flushed. each thrust of his cock stole your breath, leaving you gasping.

satoru was a master at coaxing pleasure from you. every press of his thick head against your cervix sent shivers through you, pulling raw moans from your throat.

you'd lost count of the orgasms, your mind a haze of sensation. your face was flushed, your cries echoing in the room, alongside the sound of skin slapping against skin.

sweat slicked his white lashes to his forehead. "c— can you give me one more?" he grunted, his fingers digging deeper into the soft curve of your hips, promising bruises for the morning.

his breath hitched as he leaned down, his lips crashing against yours in a messy, wet kiss. the slickness between your thighs mingled with his pre-cum, creating a damp patch beneath you.

"oh, sato— ngh," you whimpered, a soft, overstimulated sob escaping your throat. "i'm gonna…" the words dissolved into a shuddering breath.

"yeah? feel you clenching tight around me, baby." his fingers trailed lower, finding the sensitive nub, teasing it with gentle circles. "what if," he murmured against your lips, "i made you a momma, huh?"

"h— huh?" your head lolled to the side, but the instinctive squeeze of your thighs around his waist was all the answer he needed.

a low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. "how 'bout that? gonna make you a pretty momma."

that was all it took. a series of intense spasms ripped through your body, triggering his own release. his hot, thick seed flooded your depths, warm and sticky against your inner walls.

"fuck…" satoru groaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he drove his seed deeper. "happy mother's day."

[holeforzenin]

TOJI FUCKING YOU WITH HIS GUN ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

Tw - gun play, dubcon. Don’t take this seriously, I was like half asleep while writing it :( Not proofread.

“You’re so disgusting baby, can’t believe you’re getting off from this” Toji scoffs in a condescending tone. He callously digs the nuzzle of his gun further into your bare cunt with brutal force that made your legs tremble.

The foreign sensation had your toes instinctively curling in the air because of the startling touch of the cool metal pressing into your delicate core.

“N-no, g-get it out!” You pleaded fearfully, your voice quivering as you desperately tried to wiggle yourself off his lap. His strong grip on your thighs only tightened, preventing your escape. You could feel the warm pool of slick gradually welling up around his gun as it slowly sank deeper into your drooling cunt.

“No? Then why’s this pussy so wet, you’re soaking up my gun like a pathetic little slut, baby” he chuckled wickedly at the irony as he peered down to where you’re seated on his lap, your back is flushed against his taut abs— feeling the warmth of his body enveloping yours.

He unawarely licks his scarred lips at the pretty mess encircling between your plush thighs. An evident wet patch is forming around his gun and he can’t help but coo at how messy you are, despite how dangerous it is.

Or maybe that’s why you’re so messy to begin with.

“You know I can pull the fucking trigger right now and you’ll die but I bet that didn’t cross your mind, did it?”. He taunts mockingly, starting a slow pace in your cunny and watching how the inviting little hole happily swallows the gun deeper in. “As long as you have something stuffed in this greedy pussy, that’s all you care about, huh?”.

You immediately released a delicious moan when the gun’s trigger brushes against your throbbing clit, rubbing against it and creating a new wave of pleasure. You felt a rush of embarrassment as your body betrayed your own resistance.

Toji’s eyes lit up with pure satisfaction, taking pleasure in your helplessness.

“Fuck— you’re so sick Toji!” You exclaimed before thrashing your head back against his hard chest, a shuddering sigh escaping your lips as your eyes clenched shut tightly. Your heart thundering in your chest as the cool metal invaded your most intimate part.

“Awe but you love it, don’t you baby. s’why your little cunt is drooling everywhere”. His breath is hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine because of how it gave you goosebumps.

You wanted to deny it, to fight against the forbidden pleasure he was forcing upon you but the way your eager core was clenching with need around the unfamiliar object wasn’t making it even slightly possible.

He pressed his gun further, inch by inch until you were fully impaled by the steel. The metal widened the entrance of your cunny, forcibly stretching it open as he fucks in and out. The sight of his muscular forearm tensing and bulging with his motions didn’t help your cunt from soaking the object one bit.

He deftly maneuvers the arm that had been holding your thighs, positioning it underneath to allow him to bring his hand up to delicately tease your hard nipples, gently rolling it between his rough fingertips. You arched against his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. “Need you to cum f’me baby, cum on daddy’s gun yeah? You can do it”.

His words are like fuel to the fire, igniting a need deep within you. You can feel the tension coiling tighter, the gun’s trigger teasing your sensitive bud with every thrust and working against your favor.

“N-no…I..fuck!” You struggled to form coherent words as Toji’s skilled movements pushed you closer to the edge. You can feel the way his clothed erection is throbbing underneath your ass, poking against you like it’s trying to bore a hole into your body.

“Come on baby, y’can do it, cream on it f’me” his voice is commanding, leaving no room for refusal. The gun was repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, prodding and poking against it for your arousal. It made your resistance crumble, your body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Mmph! Toji— stop–fuckk!” You cried out, your nails digging into his hefty forearm as you rode the wave of ecstasy. Your juices was steeping out and soaking both him and the weapon. The sticky cream decorating his gun and leaking onto his lap. He licks a long stripe of your face with a proud grin as he keeps plunging it in and out of you.

“Fuck yes, that’s a good girl, baby. Look at that fucking mess, shit” he groans as his hardened cock twitches with desperate need to be buried inside of you.

He quickly pulled the gun out of your soppy pussy and brought it up to your face for you to witness. Your essence was leaking everywhere as he showed you the mess. “See that? You’re nothing but a fucking whore that wants always something buried up your cunt. But s’okay baby, that’s why I love you”. He hummed contentedly with a warm kiss on your temple.

“Clean it” that was all you heard before he stuffed the gun into your mouth, making you gag around it as you tasted the sweet remnants of your own essence. The taste melts on your tastebuds, making you whimper. You swirled your tongue around the metal, sucking off your cum.

“That's it, baby,” he growled in a hoarse tone, thick with desire, urging you to continue. “Keep sucking it, get it all wet, and soak f’me so I can bury it in your other hole next”.

[monstersholygrail]

Your Dragon husband remains knowing little to nothing about human anatomy, even after all this time of being with you. No matter how many times you try and explain it, it just doesn’t seem to get into his thick skull!

So maybe that’s why you aren’t too surprised as your husband ruts furiously inside your hot cunt like he can’t get deep enough inside of you. His big body curled around you protectively while he fucks into you from behind when suddenly a small pout forms on his face.

You watch him curiously as he stretches two fingers all the way up your torso, measuring the length of your tummy till he stops and a bigger pout forms on his face.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask breathlessly, your words broken by your constant moans.

Your Dragon husband growls under his breath and begins kneading at your soft flesh, feeling for his bulge that sticks out from your stomach and proves just how deep he is inside of you. Your skin burns as hot as his fire and you want him deeper. Harder.

As if he can read your mind he starts plowing into you like a dragon possessed. His long tail wraps around you and helps him slam his length as deep as he can reach. It has your toes curling and your eyes crossing.

“How can my seed possibly take root if my cock is taking up all the room inside your walls?” He snarls, fucking into you furiously as if trying to prove his point. You cry out, back arching into him.

His words register through the fog of lust in your head and you almost want to laugh. But then his throbbing angry tip is kissing your cervix and forcing all thoughts from your head.

“T-trust, nnngh!, trust me. Getting in as deep as you are, it’s mmph— gotta take,” you mewl, eyes crossing with the pleasure that washes over you as his cock bullies it’s way deep along your walls.

Your Dragon husband raises a brow at you. His hand unintentionally pressing down harder on his bulge and making your vision flash white with ecstasy. His cock stuffing you so full you feel like you’re about to burst.

“We cannot— ah fuck!— know for certain. So I will, hmm, just have to keep pumping you full of my seed. If any dares to drip out I will simply fill you again,” he snarls, claws pinching at your skin and making you even more unbearably sensitive than before.

Your eyes widen in slight fear of going that long. He may actually break you. But your pussy flutters as if begging for even more of his cum. And as your husband presses down your lower once again, your vision flashes black as you nearly pass out from the intensity of your orgasm.

With a fierce scream you cum all over your husband’s massive cock. He throws his head back in a fiery roar, literally, and slams back into you one more time as he follows suit. Getting in as deep inside you as possible as he releases spurt after spurt of thick hot ropes of cum.

Working you both through your highs he grinds himself against you, acting like a plug. His scales rub at your clit perfectly and send little shocks down your spine. But as your husband glances down between you he curses under his smokey breath.

“Good heavens! Some has already leaked and created a ring around my cock… it seems we will have to go again,” Dragon Husband rasps, his voice practically a growl again. A glint passes his eye that makes you think he meant to do it.

And suddenly you’re wondering if he knows more about human anatomy than you thought…

This is for my collab for the Monster Championship final w/ @monstersflashlight :)

[bratbby333]

satosugu & their favorite lady ♡ poly head cannons

`⭐︎ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ bc who doesn't love when their two boyfriends are also bf + bf?

nsfw mdni; fem!reader, 3sum, anäl, dbl. penētration, oral, yaoi, use of pet names. banner fan art from pinterest

part two is here !

poor suguru, having to work overtime to keep the two of you in check—your unyielding energy bounces off of satoru's childlike enthusiasm, creating quite an unhinged environment. and of course geto switches into dad-mode when it comes to y'all, but he wouldn't have it any other way...not willing to give up what he has, loving how silly his lovers are.

satoru’s definitely the physical touch lover while suguru handles words of affirmation: they take turns showering you in praise in the form of soft touches and gentle kisses while they removing your clothes, two sets of hands running up and down your soft skin.

this dynamic also manifests in public, with satoru being your go-to for steamy dancing and drunken make-out sessions in the middle of the club, while suguru sits observantly at a table off to the side.

when he finally feels that it’s time to go, he’ll join the two of you on the dance floor, his chest pressed flush with your back as you continue to lock lips with satoru. you grind against him, assuming he's finally joining in on all the fun. but his hands pull at your hips before running up your body and cupping the underside of your jaw, quite literally having to peel your mouth away from satoru's. "hey...wha- i wasn't done," you grumble. suguru only chuckles in response. "let's get outta here, you two..." he mumbles. satoru attempts to reconnect his lips with yours before a stern "satoru," rumbles from suguru's chest. your blue-eyed lover pouts, of course, before reluctantly agreeing.

suguru loves hitting it from the back while you suck satoru off, the sloppy sounds of both your holes filling the heady air the room as the three of you chase your releases

and of course, satoru would get creative and suggest a challenge, a little competition to see who finishes first, just for funsies; "bet i'd last the longest". he'd be so fucking smug about it, too. and nine times out of ten, you and suguru would create an alliance and work together to literally break satoru; not only does he finish first but he cums over, and over, and over again. you and sugu take turns bringing him to his breaking point, and after his third orgasm, he's begging to switch so he can get one of you off instead. but you just can't stop. and why would you? he just looks so pretty as his hips buck off the bed, sweat glistening on his skin with his flustered cheeks and swollen lips, while his body trembles with every gasping breath. you swear he does this shit on purpose, plotting for this outcome because he's been feeling super needy lately.

they just love pleasing their precious girl

you're straddling suguru, your forearms resting against his chest as your nails dig into his skin. satoru is pounding into you from behind, his hands anchored on your hips. he tucks his chin into his clavicle to watch as your gushing cunt sucks him in so greedily. suguru pulls your head down, your cheek resting against his shoulder as his fingers reach under you to play with your clit, sultry words of praise leaving his lips and going straight to your listening ears, "feels good, doesn't it baby? uh uh, don't move. keep takin' him...y'doin so good." you whimper as toru’s impressive length reaches unimaginable depths inside you, the sweet squelches of your needy pussy spurring him on as he drives into you even harder. sugu’s fingers keep working at your throbbing clit while you bite and suck on his neck, interrupted by the symphony of soft ahh’s and ooo’s falling from your swollen lips. a few more rough thrusts and rapid circles against your clit and you’re falling apart on satoru’s cock, spraying all over the their thighs. you gasp and whine when you feel satoru pull out, only for suguru to lift you up and quickly take his place, sheathing himself in your pulsing walls. “you ready, baby?” you glance over you shoulder, watching as satoru sucks his fingers into his mouth, a cheeky smirk on his face, your cock drunk brain too dizzy to respond. you nod, groaning at the feeling of his long, slender digits playing with your ass, dipping in to the second knuckle. satoru works to stretch you out in preparation for you to take them both. your face contorts at the dull ache. "look at me...focus on me, princess," suguru rasps, redirecting your attention to him as he slowly pumps in and out of your gummy walls. your nails scratch down his chest as you rest your forehead against his, breathing deeply in an attempt to relax your body for the inevitable stretch. you already feel so full, your pussy absolutely drenched, your arousal dribbling out around sugu’s girth, but you grow even wetter in anticipation for your two boyfriends to take you at the same time

and if you thought it would be a peaceful transition into sleep after y'all finish fucking, you would be sorely mistaken...the three of you constantly fight for the middle spot in the bed. correction, you and satoru are the ones bickering. as the two of you argue, suguru finds his place and waits for y'all to follow suit, and more often than not, it's suguru in the middle, laying on his back, as you and satoru tuck yourselves under each of his arms and curling into his side, legs thrown over his waist.

it's a very balanced relationship. the three of y'all have your designated nights to cook dinner, your assigned spots on the couch (though you occasionally fight over what to watch), a copasetic routine for showering, going to work, running errands together. and when one of y'all is out of town for work, the two left over keep each other company. it's perfect, a home full of love and laughter.

y'all loooove having threesomes, but sometimes it's too much logistically. and that's totally fine...nothing wrong with some one on one action, whether it be you and toru or sugu and you or the two men having their fun alone.

you arrive home, expecting to be entrapped in a double bearhug by your two boyfriends, only to hear moans and grunts echoing down the hallway. you laugh to yourself as you make your way upstairs. opening the bedroom door, you're greeted by a smiling suguru being topped off by his blond counterpart. "hey baby, how was work?" he asks casually, not even acknowledging the fact that he's actively getting head. you smile softly, walking to the edge of the bed and placing a gentle peck on suguru's waiting lips. "mmm, it was a pretty rough shift...i'm gonna go take a long, hot shower," you reply, exhaustion evident in your voice. satoru sits up, continuing to jerk suguru off. with his free hand, he wipes the spit from his chin, grinning ear to ear as you lean in to kiss him, too. "you sure you don't wanna join us?" "not right now, toru, but i might when i get out," you smile as you walk to the dresser, grabbing a change of clothes before heading toward the master bathroom. you turn back around to face the two of them, giggling at the disappointed looks on their faces. when the door closes, the wet sounds and breathy moans fill the bedroom once more. but of course, not even five minutes into your peaceful shower, your back is pressed up against the tile wall as satoru's tongue laps at your throbbing clit. "this is the best way to decompress, baby," he says before his fingers dip into your core and his lips reattach to your sensitive bud. "f-fuck, toru...feels s'good..." as you surrender to the bliss, you hear the bathroom door open and close. seems like suguru was feeling left out. so much for your alone time, huh?

loneliness is no longer apart of the equation for you. after years of failed relationships and agonizing heartbreaks, you have finally found peace, your yin and yang. you have your boys, and they have you.

author notes: stsg has had me in a fuckin chokehold recently so i had to get this outta my head. i just rly rly want two boyfriends so so bad and i want my two boyfriends to also be boyfriends. ugh. is that too much to ask? ♡

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[sunarc]

Based on this nsfw audio

Boys who absolutely lose themselves when they sink their cock into your pussy. They go from being this beefy big scary man to a whimpering moaning mess. He has his face shoved into the crook of your neck while his hands grip your legs spreading them apart so he can shove himself deeper inside of you. His whimpers are so loud and anyone outside of you would never think that he would lose himself whimpering begging you to let him cum inside of you. 

“Oh fuck please baby let me make you mine baby please” he pants breathlessly into your ear. 

His moans sound so pretty paired with his wild thrust. He can barely think straight. The only thought that plagues his mind is how good your pussy feels sucking his cock in. He sounds like a broken record whining for you begging for your pussy. 

“Feels so good baby I- I cant stop” he stutters out barely able to form a dull sentence. 

He’s so pussy drunk off of you. His fingers dig into your skin as he plunges his cock into, fucking you as if he were feral. 

“Mine, Mine Mine” he chants like a choir. 

Your moans mix in with his creating a tune he never wants to forget. Moments like this he can’t help but fuck himself into overstimulation. He just loves the feeling of your warmth sucking him in, creating loud wet noises to match his reckless thrust. His voice is shaky as he whimpers about how good your pussy feels. His hands push your thighs up folding you into a mating press so that he can see how perfect your pussy looks sucking him in. He’s so mesmerized by the sight. The way your pussy creams around his cock creating a mess he promises to clean up with his tongue. 

“My pretty baby” his eyes are wide and filled with lust. 

He’s long gone consumed by the pleasure. His hips slam against yours as he promises himself to you whispering and begging you to let him be yours. To anyone else he’s a scary man looks like he could kill you with his stare alone but to you he’s a sweet baby who just needs to have his cock shoveled deep inside of you to feel good. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby please can I cum in your pretty pussy please let me cum” his eyes are squeezed shut while he fucks his cock so deep into you, you can barely think straight yourself. You nod your head too weak to speak. He throws his head back whimpering a sighing thanking you for being his good baby. When he cums he gets louder. He grunts and whimpering trembling as his cock dips in and out of you while his cum drips down the side. He slips his cock out of you gasping at the sudden release from your hole. He kneels down licking a long strip of the cum that drools down between your folds. 

“Let me help clean you up baby, promise I’ll do a good job”

Gojo, Megumi, Yuta, Atsumu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Oikawa, Connie, Armin, Jean

[kurokawaia]

❛ SHE'S PASSED OUT❜

‧₊˚. 𝐹𝐸𝒜𝒯𝒰𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 :: Uchiha Sasuke x fem!reader, Uchiha Itachi x fem!reader, Uchiha Madara x fem!reader, Otsusuki Indra x fem!reader

⋆·˚ ༘ * WARNINGS :: (overall warnings, will be specific in individual) passing out during sex, praise, degradation, overstimulation, creampie, no protection, missionary, prone bone, cow girl, riding, doggy, slapping, begging, slight? choking, SOMNOPHILIA, oral -> female receiving, hair pulling/tugging, use of a safe word + more (total word count 4.7k+)

𝒫𝑅𝒪𝑀𝒫𝒯 :: Passing out during sex with Uchiha men (bc it's too overwhelming) and having to get tapped back in .ೃ࿐

HONEY'S A/NOTE :: if this isn't your cup of tea then simply scroll past. I do not condone this behaviour in real life, this is purely fictional, meaning it isn't real. Also, this is made off of the same writing from the BSD version of this!! so its the same but diff character inserts

m.list | naruto m.list | uchiha m.list

‧₊˚. UCHIHA SASUKE :: missionary, prone bone, overstimulation, cervix fucking, no protection, he's kinda mean here, creampie, slight somnophilia -> fucks you slowly while your passed out before you come back in, pet names 'darling' + more? (wc :: 900+)

Your body shuddered under him, causing your grip on his hands to weaken. Your hips were secured, and then his power hoisted you onto your knees as a bicep encircled your neck, lifting your head.

Your head was lifted from the futon with as you weakly propped yourself up on your elbows, the grip was not firm.

You arched your back heavily, able at last to sink further into his embrace. Sasuke leaned over, drawing you near to him and initiating a messy, moist kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting out grunts as he absorbed your sounds of pleasure.

Sasuke groans in satisfaction, praising you for taking him so deeply as he intensified the pressure on your back. He observed as your ass pressed against his lower stomach, gazing at your cunt with dark irises.

Watching as your strides pulled him in, creating a luscious white halo of desire around his .

"I'm making you feel so good, am I not?" Sasuke moaned, his head tilting down, sweat forming on his forehead as he witnessed you unraveling and shaking from his cock, soft moans escaping your full lips.

Sasuke groans, "I'm going to satisfy you completely."

"Please, I want to come," you plead, craving the release, your desperation evident as tears flow down your flushed face.

Your body tightens around him as he quickens his movements, effortlessly adjusting to the rhythm while your cries of pleasure grow louder.

"Oh, darling," he chants in your ear, followed by a deep groan that caused your insides to tighten around his.

You are unable to grasp any thoughts that flooded your mind.

"Come on," he muttered and you convulsed around him as your climax engulfed you, your legs trembling under his increased pressure.

His didn't decrease, making you whimper from being overstimulated, but Sasuke aided in it, his movements of the hips still pushing against yours, assisting you in enduring my climax as he pursued his own. Letting out a moan, he pressed his lips to yours once more while thrusting his hips forcefully against you, releasing his seed inside you which made you gasp into the kiss.

And as you sensed more of his cum filling your fertile womb, coating your inner walls in white, you could almost imagine your belly swelling from the sheer amount of his cum inside you already inside you.

"Sasuke!" you gasp when he wasn't stopping, lifting your body, manhandling you to your back.

Sasuke groans, "Quiet."

Your hands were now pinned above your head with one of his hands, all you could do was tighten your legs around his waist and arch your back further into his advances. Although, you weren't quite sure how much you could hold out now. Your body is aching so badly, and you could feel a haze floating around your body as you become weaker.

Whimpers left your throat, your clit throbbing with a painful need for more as his pelvis made contact with your bud with every thrust. Your head was lolled back, at the pleasure coursing through you, his thrusts got rougher, so rough your breasts bounced with every hit.

Your walls continued to squeeze him tightly, your whimpers filling his ear and you indulged in the way he let out breathy groans into your neck. A gasp leaves your mouth and so did Sasuke as you both came again, thrusting his cum deeper inside your walls.

"See," Sasuke hums. "Doing so good."

Fingers digging into your waist tighter, his cock twitching restlessly inside your gummy walls. He keeps thrusting into you without stopping. You could feel the cum slipping from your pussy, and your whimpers grew louder, walls clenching around his length.

"Wait," you moan out, beginning to see white dots and black in your vision. "Sasuke, wait, slow… sl-"

You clamped down onto his dick, squeezing him down tightly as you came again before you fell limp underneath him, he didn't seem to notice at that point. His head thrown back, thrusting into your cunt. Sasuke's fringe was stuck to his forehead as he breathed heavily. A frown comes onto Sasuke's face when he realises something, your squirming has stopped your your legs have fallen limp to the futon.

Looking down, a smirk comes onto his face, his thrusts becoming slower, but not ever leaving your cunt, watching your breath hitch with every thrust. “huh?" Sasuke hums confused looking down at your peaceful expression.

“Now, now,” he murmurs, kissing your neck, leaving red hickies all over your collarbone. “This isn’t exactly the time to take a nap, is it?”

He taps your cheek lightly, his cock still thrusting in and out of your cum filled pussy. “Come on, wake up."

As you start to stir, your eyes slowly opening, Sasuke smirks. “There she is,” he says softly, leaning closer as his fingers gently brush your hair back from your face.

Your head feels heavy, and you blink up at him, disoriented. “Sasuke…?”

"Shhh," he coos. "'was taking good care of you while you fell asleep on me."

His thrusts speed up and you cum so hard, it feels like every system is shutting down. "Sasuke!"

It’s as if that orgasm took his edge off because he takes his time now, dragging his mouth over your stomach, kissing the curves of your breasts. It wasn't too long before his own cum spills inside your pussy, a white ring forming around the base of his cock, his and your own cum mixed in.

"I think I should make you pass out more," Sasuke smirks down at you.

‧₊˚. UCHIHA ITACHI :: oral -> female receiving, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fingerwarming??? (if thats a thing lmao), fingering, passing out, getting tapped back in, praise, begging, hair pulling, pret name 'sweetheart', oral -> male reveicing + more (wc :: 1.2k+)

You were trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging on his cock, using your hand to jerk off the reminder that didn't fit into your mouth. Itachi's moans grew louder before he struggled to maintain a still stature. Itachi began to move your head through the tuffs of your hair, your movements not your own as you removed your hand and let him take control.

He moans, "Feel so good, you're such a good girl, taking me so well."

Your panties just became more soaked than they already were as you moaned helplessly on his cock at the praise and a breathy laugh left his throat, and it made your tummy tingle.

When you take him carelessly and put him into your mouth, tears well up in the doe's eyes. Your cunt was soaking wetter by the moment, and the whimpers coming out of his mouth made it even more likely that he would soak your pants.

Itachi started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth.

A groan leaves his moan as he stroked your head lovingly, "Oh, you're so good, such a good girl, good for me. Now.. let me return the favour, sweetheart."

So now, you are down beneath Itachi, with your head thrown back against the soft pillow beneath your head, your legs slung over his shoulders. Additionally, a little pillow was placed beneath your hips, so if Itachi felt like eating your cunt, he could take as much time as he liked. 

"'tachi," you whimper out as his nose bumps against your clit, tongue lapping at your soaked folds.

"Mmmmm," he hums against your clit as he moved his mouth from your entrance, the vibrations causing you to gasp out in pleasure.

You don't know how long you have been here for, but you do know that Itachi had drawn out three orgasms from you, an hour you thought, he had you here for an our. As much as Itachi loved to eat you out and indulge in your essence, he loved to edge you, so you'd be squirming under him.

Arching your back, your cunt only pressed further into Itachi's face, you just wanted to have your release, you body was aching, aching so much. You could see stars every time he curls his fingers into your sweet spot, but he wasn't doing that right now, his fingers were just resting inside your tight heat.

"Itachi," you whine subtly, you just wanted him to hurry up, but he was taking so long

Every stripe of his tongue on your clit made your body shudder, so much so that you felt as if you were doing to pass out. Although, you thought that if he would go any faster, you would in fact pass out, so you were in a bit of a predicament. Going slow, just made you exhausted and any faster you would pass out.

"You'll be alright," Itachi reassures, of course he'd know that you'd be alright, he is the smartest, isn't he?

"I don't… don't think I will," you moan.

"Yeah you will."

Gosh, he was so hard to talk back to.

A whimper leaves your mouth when he places a kiss on your clit and your thighs clench around his head. You attempt to arch away from the overwhelming sensation but Itachi grip keeps you in place.

"Itachi," you moan out. "Feels so good, making me feel so good."

He loves praise and you love giving it to him.

You could feel Itachi hum against your drenched folds. "C'mon, you have to say more than that, sweetheart," he urges.

Once more, Itachi's nose brushes up against your delicate clit, and your grip on his hair tightened. A satisfied sigh seeps through him into your folds as a mewl from your full lips. As he sucked your clit between his lips and flicked your sensitive bud with his tongue, Itachi was eagerly moving his head in motion to get a full dive into your cunt.

You whimpered before answering, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, "Mmmmm~  Itachi, you know me so well, making me-- feel s' good," you slur, drunk on pleasure.

His tongue climbs up from your wet hole to your clit while you let out a moan. Your thighs tighten around his head as a result of his advances, and as you grind down on his face, a moan echoes through your clit.

Your lips were filled with chants of his name, and he relished every moment of it. Itachi's two fingers inside your cunt began to move once more, you eyes widened, your back further arched into his face, thighs clenching tighter around your head.

"Itachi, f-feels s' good," you moan, tears welling in your lash line, he was making you feel so good.

His finger pressed up against that soft spot inside your walls. Itachi was slow with his pace as he curled his fingers every time he entered your cunt, along with sucking and licking at your puffy, sensitive clit.

"See taking it so well," Itachi moans against you, refusing to rut his hips into the futon, this was your pleasure, not his own.

A moan arouses from you and your hips grind themselves onto his face. He let you for once have some sort of control over the situation, and he decided that if you came quicker he'll let you do it more often. "That's it," he praised.

You cry his name through broken letters, and he moves more quickly and needily, and the one hold he had on your leg tightens. Your fingers encircled his locks to prevent him from moving and force him to breathe more deeply into your folds as your tummy coil tightened.

The grunts just served to tip you over the brink, and when he pressed his tongue firmly against your clit, you let out a low-pitched scream. Your stomach coil parted, drenching his face in liquid.

With your soaked pussy flowing out from your swollen folds, he carefully withdrew his fingers. You softly mewls in overstimulation and plants a kiss on your clit before going right back in, but faster and your thighs clamp shut.

"Itachi!" you moan, chest heaving. "Too much, sensitive, wait!"

"Just one more," Itachi moans, hips rutting into harder into the futon, he too wanted to cum, you looked so pretty here and tasted so divine, he just needed to.

You really couldn't do it anymore, well you wanted too but you could see the black dots and stars covering your vision. You believed you could endure. But you couldn't as you fell limp under the detective. Your thighs loosened significantly and the strong grip you had on Itachi's hair went slack, and your back fell flat to the covers.

He noticed instantly, his head coming out up from between your thighs, your cum all over his chin and mouth. But, he wasn't concerned about that right now.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly. He quickly checked your pulse.

He lifted you gently, removing the pillow beneath your lower back. As you stirred back to consciousness.

“You’re awake,” he said relieved. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” you murmured, still disoriented.

“Take it easy,” he instructed, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving too fast. “You passed out. That’s not something to ignore.”

You could see the concern in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not your fault,” he replied, his voice calm. “But we’ll take things slower next time.”

‧₊˚. UCHIHA MADARA :: mating press, somnophilia, overstimulation, passing out during sex, use of safe work (red), breeding, no protection, cumming multiple times -> not managing to say it before passing out, praise, degrading? + more? (wc :: 1.2k+)

Your body folded into a tight mating press under Madara's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Madara's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.

"Madara," you mewl out through sobs. "It's too much."

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt, you see stars every time you gush around his cock.

Madara lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your moan, and you had the same effect on him.

"You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You're going to take me, sweetheart, going to take everything I give you.

"Feels s' full though, Madara," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. Madara drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done.

But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

"Sweetheart, please," Madara whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Continue f'r me?"

"'mmmm m'kay, be gentle," you huff. "So rough before, Madara."

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of your needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Madara was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Madara was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, my love," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Taking it real good, such a slut."

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Madara's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.

You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but… Too much, Madara. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, sweetheart, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster, and your knees and thighs ached being pushed so close to your chest and head.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Madara."

Madara hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.

"Good girl, taking me so deep," Madara groaned, pulling away from your mouth.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Madara groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Madara groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.

His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper, but Madara didn't seem to understand your predicament, you were so fucked out, your mind running laps in stars and your vision blurring. You began to see stars in you peripheral vision. "Slow down! Madara! Hurts!" you managed to whimper out but you could feel yourself slipping. "Re-…."

You head falls limp to the pillow, a scrunched but peacful expression falling on your face, Madara was too pussy drunk to even notice for the first couple of seconds. He feels your hands slip from his hair, that's only when he notices, when he really looks at you. Madara's eyes widen in absolute confusion. Madara freezes mid-motion, his black eyes widening.

"{Y/n}?" He calls out confused. His hand rises to your face, tucking away a strand of hair from your forehead as he gently tapped your cheek to wake you up. "Wake up." After nothing, his eyebrows rise. He feels your pulse, his fingers hovering just over the skin of your neck. Your pulse is there but your knocked out. "Damn it," he mutters under his breath. He pulls you gently into his arms, laying you down carefully as he watches over you.  Minutes pass. When you finally begin to stir, you hear his voice before you even fully regain your senses. "You're awake," he says. "What were you thinking, pushing yourself this far?" You blink up at him. "I... didn't mean to," you manage to say. "Don't mean to?" He leans down closer. "Do you realize what could have happened if I wasn't paying attention? You passed out beneath me. You're lucky I noticed when I did." He releases your chin, his fingers trailing down along your jaw before releasing you completely, but he doesn't back up. "I didn't mean to," you whisper, as embarrassment wells up in your chest. "It was just. too much." Too much?" he repeats. "You'd think you knew your limits better by now." You hang your head. "I thought I could manage it. Madara chuckles. "Apparently, you thought wrong. Amusing, really. For one that tries so hard to keep up, you still have a long way to go." Your gaze once more meets his. "Perhaps you simply did too much." "Me? Did too much?" He replies, catching at your chin. "You were the one who passed out, remember? If anyone did too much, it was you." His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, sending a shiver coursing down the length of your spine.  "Next time," he murmurs lowly, "I'll make sure you can handle it. We're not done yet." "Madara." you start off, his hand moving from your chin to trail down the length of your neck. "I'll take care of you," he whispers, his voice dropping to a whisper while his lips hover close to your ear. "But don't think for one second that I'm going to let you off easy. Next time, I'll push you even further. And you'd better be ready for it."

‧₊˚. OTSUTSUKI INDRA :: somnophilia, doggy?? bent over a desk??, rough sex, cockwarming, degredation + more? (wc :: 1.3k+)

God, you didn't know how long you've been sitting here for, your back flush against Indra's back with his cock snug inside of you. Writing practice, writing practice. Why did he more than usual all of a sudden?

Not only was the amount of calligraphy bugging you, every time you move, it could be only a slight movement, you would instantly come on his cock. Indra's cock was nudged so deep inside you, resting right against your cervix.

The only problem was, was that every time you did come, Indra's arm, which was tightly wrapped around your waist, got tighter, rendering your more from movement.

"{Y/n}," Indra hums, his mouth close to your ear and you pushed down a moan. "You are making it very hard for me to practice."

Forcing down a mewl, you managed to reply, "S-Sorry, Indra."

"You are? Well... you are making quite the mess as well," he continues, his hand moving lower and you hold your breath in anticipation.

You immediately cover your mouth with a shaky hand, your legs trembling further as Indra's skilled fingers began to press down onto your sensitive nub.

"I-Indra," you moan muffled again your palm.

"You're being loud as well," Indra mummers, almost in a disappointed tone. "Can't have that now, can we?"

It only took a few singular moments to which you were now getting bent over his desk, a loud gasp falling past your lips at the action. Paper go flying everywhere while Indra's cold hand trails up the back of your thigh, hiking your skirt up higher to your hips, getting a better angle to see your cunt.

He hums in thought, seeing how that his pelvis and lower abdomen is soaked with your cum, now dripping down his balls.

"Indra, please," you whimper.

"Please, what? {Y/n}?" he hums, wanting to hear your answer.

"Move, please, Indra," you replied, all you wanted was for him to begin to move.

"Alright," Indra says simply. "I'm gonna do as I please, and your going to take all of it."

Your eyes widened and before you could register it, he pulled out, just so his tip was insight your seeping hole before slamming into your cunt.

"Indra!" you moan, your hands were now pinned to your back, his singular hand holding your wrists while the other digs into the flesh on your wait, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Indra's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"Look how you take me in," Indra grunts.

Indra's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside. Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Indra rolled his hips into yours.

A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides. Indra's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

You couldn't, your legs were spread widen and you were pinned to the desk His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of my needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Indra was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Indra was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment.

"I'm listening, don't be so loud," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Found it haven't I?" Indra hummed.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Indra's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.

"Y-yeah," you sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, Indra. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, how contradicting he thought your words were, you were denying your body the release that you so desperately needed.

"Looks like you pussy is saying something else," Indra added. Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. Your body trembled beneath him. Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Indra hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.

"Good, taking me so deep," Indra groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper. He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with purple iris'.

Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock Indra groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

A satisfied smirk came onto Indra's face as he watched those tears that welled in your fluffy lash line spill down your smooth cheeks.

"Good girl ," Indra groans.

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate.

"See, you're doing good," He leaned down and mumbled in your ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"Please, please, please.""

"Go ahead," he moans and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.

His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, only he doesn't stop. It was too much, his balls slapping relentlessly against your clit and his cock hitting your soft spot every single time, it's too much.

You began to see black, white and yellow spots dancing in my vision as he refused to slow down, chasing his own high but before you. could even register, you were out, gone, asleep, knocked out, passed out.

Indra immediately noticed, because your loud racket of moans had completely ceased and a faint frown touches his lips, though no panic flashes across his face. Indra tilts his head as he removes himself from your cunt, more interested know in you.

"{Y/n}," he called your name once. Since you didn't reply, he let out a sigh. His eyes narrowed and he sat back. He checked your pulse. Your heartbeat was regular. "Tch," he grumbled, Finally, you began stir, groaning softly as consciousness returned. Your eyes finally opened. "You've awakened," he said, his voice flat. You blinked confused, trying to push yourself up into a sitting position. "Indra… I…" "Don't talk," he growled, cutting you off. "You fainted." You swallowed hard, not knowing how to respond. "I didn't mean to… it was just…" "Reckless," he interrupted again. "You should've known better than to push yourself that hard." "I… I didn't realize…" "Obviously," he repeated. "You weren't prepared. "I wasn't expecting you to… slip up," he continued. "But now, we know where your limits are." "I'll… try harder next time," you stammered out. Indra cocked an eyebrow. "There won't be a next time if you don't learn from this." "Rest now," he ordered, then his eyes gentled. "You will need your strength."

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clark’s 6’3 soooo yk 🙂‍↕️

“Been waiting all night for you, you know that?” As you pulled your shirt over your head, Clark's hands were already working at the buttons of his own shirt. He settled between your legs, the heat of his bare skin pressing against yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside you, stretching and filling you completely.

A guttural moan escaped his lips at the sensation of your tight cunt enveloping him. He paused for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the intensity of the connection. Then he began to move, setting a relentless pace as he drove into you again and again. Clark's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he claimed you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. His lips found yours once more, kissing you deeply, hungrily, as if trying to devour you whole.

Clark leaned back, pulling you with him as he shifted positions. He brought your hips up, angling your body so that he could drive deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each powerful thrust. The new position allowed him to watch your face, to see the pleasure etched on your features as he claimed you. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you with increasing intensity.

“You're so pretty like this, so perfect.” He could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. Clark's hips slowed slightly as he felt your body strain beneath him. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Do you need me to stop?”

You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. “No, don't stop,” you managed to say. “It's just...so much.” A slow, satisfied smile spread across Clark's face.

“Takin’ me so well,” he panted, his hips picking up the pace once more. “Look at how deep I am.” His eyes ogled down to the bulge his cock was creating in your belly. With a low groan, he pressed his hand against it, feeling the hard length of himself moving within you.

His thrusts became more deliberate, more focused, as he chased his release. His hand remained on your belly, feeling the way your body yielded to his, taking every inch of him. “Give it to me baby, I wanna feel you cum.”

Clark felt your body clench around him, your inner walls pulsing and contracting as you reached your orgasm. Your cry of his name echoed in the room, a sound of pure ecstasy that made his dick twitch inside of you. Your release triggered his own, and with a final, powerful thrust, Clark buried himself deep inside you. His body tensed, his muscles coiling tight as he spilled thick ropes of cum deep within your aching cunt.

Clark rolled off of you, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He couldn't help the slick smile that spread across his face as he lay beside you, his eyes stared up at the ceiling.

His mind reeled back to the bulge he created in your tummy and the way his hand had pressed against your skin, feeling himself inside you. The affirmation wrapped around him like a warm coat, feeding a part of him he rarely acknowledged. He wasn’t one to dwell on vanity, but in that moment, he couldn’t help himself.

For once, he let his ego revel, if only for a little while.

[passionfruitchris]

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇: you think chris’s too tired to touch you—until he catches you trying to do it yourself and shows you exactly why his fingers are better. | WC: 1.7K

The room was almost silent—only the low hum of the heater and the quiet breaths of the man sleeping beside you filled the space. Chris laid beside you on his back, one arm loosely draped over the blanket, lips parted just slightly, his lashes brushing the top of his cheeks. He looked serene like that, completely undone by exhaustion, the usual lines of tension in his brow softened to nothing. His hair was still damp from the shower he’d taken just before collapsing into bed, and the scent of his shampoo lingered faintly between the sheets.

You’d watched him fall asleep only moments after his head hit the pillow, his fingers twitching slightly before stilling. God, he was beautiful when he slept—too beautiful. And maybe it was that stillness, or the softness of his breath on your shoulder, or the warmth of his body beside yours, but your chest ached with quiet longing, a pulse of desire humming low in your stomach before you could stop it.

You hadn’t meant to let yourself get worked up tonight. Chris had been so tired — he’d spent the whole day helping Nick clean out the garage, carried boxes up and down the stairs for hours, and spent the evening helping Matt build new shelves for his room, all without complaint, despite how his shoulders ached and his eyelids drooped by dinner. You hadn’t even dared to initiate anything earlier; it would’ve felt selfish, you thought.

You’d kissed his temple, run your fingers through his hair, and told him how proud you were of him before he fell asleep in your shared bed. That should have been enough. And yet—now that you were lying next to him, wrapped in the heat of his presence, surrounded by the familiar weight of his scent and the shape of his body under the sheets—you couldn’t help the way your thighs pressed together, the way your skin burned with need. Watching him sleep only made it worse. The soft rise and fall of his chest, the slight part in his lips, the muscle twitch in his jaw—it all felt unfair, how easily he could turn you on without even trying.

You tried to ignore it, biting your lip and shifting onto your side to create a little space between your hips and his. But the ache only grew more pronounced. It felt like a kind of cruel irony—how badly you wanted him when he was clearly too tired to give. So, without fully thinking it through, you slid your hand beneath the covers and down between your legs, fingers hesitant at first, brushing over the waistband of your sleep shorts. You waited—listened to make sure his breathing stayed even—before slipping your hand inside. You gasped softly at how wet you already were, slick pooling between your thighs, your body too eager for your mind to keep up. Your fingertips found your clit and circled gently, trying to mimic the pace Chris usually used, trying to channel the memory of his longer fingers moving between your legs in those unhurried, devastating strokes. But it wasn’t the same.

Your hand felt too small, your reach too short. You arched your hips slightly for better access, biting your lip hard enough to leave an imprint, trying to keep quiet. But the pressure wasn’t deep enough, and you couldn’t quite get the right rhythm. You rubbed faster, trying to make up for it, and a small, helpless moan slipped from your mouth before you could stop it. You stilled instantly, heart thundering, listening. Chris hadn’t stirred. At least, not at first. Encouraged, you kept going—whimpering softly now, frustrated by how close you felt and how far away release remained. You slipped your fingers lower, trying to push inside, but again—your hand wasn’t enough. And then you felt it—the slow shift of movement beside you.

Chris stirred. His hand twitched against the mattress, and a second later, his head turned toward you. His voice, thick with sleep, murmured low and quiet: “...Baby?”

You froze like you’d been caught doing something shameful, eyes wide, cheeks burning. Your hand stayed buried between your legs, fingers still slick and needy, but you didn’t move. Slowly, he blinked open his eyes, pupils adjusting to the dark, gaze finding your flushed face and the way your hips were subtly tilted toward him beneath the sheets. His brow furrowed, just slightly, and then his hand reached toward you, searching, warm—and settled over your belly.

“Are you…?” he started, but the realization came fast. His fingers tightened slightly, and his voice shifted—deeper, more awake. “Were you touching yourself?”

You nodded, throat dry, suddenly embarrassed. “You were asleep,” you murmured. “I didn’t want to wake you. You’ve been so tired, and—” You hesitated, glancing down. “—mine aren’t as long. I couldn’t reach the way you do.”

Chris stared at you for a moment longer, his breath catching quietly in his throat. His expression softened into something unreadable—something between love and possession and stunned, tender awe. And then he was moving, slowly pushing himself up onto one elbow, the other hand sliding beneath the covers without hesitation. “Say that again,” he whispered, voice rough. His hand found yours between your legs and gently coaxed it away. “Tell me what you said.”

You swallowed, your voice barely audible now. “Yours are longer.”

A low, breathless sound left his throat—half groan, half chuckle—and then his fingers were pushing into the wet heat between your legs like they belonged there. “Damn right they are,” he murmured, his mouth brushing against your ear now, his hand moving slow against your clit. “You should’ve woken me, baby. You think I wouldn’t want to take care of you? Even in my sleep, I’d want to touch you.”

Your head tipped back against the pillow, legs parting further beneath the blankets. He curled his fingers inside you and dragged a moan straight from your chest, the sound muffled against his shoulder as he shifted closer. “You’re already soaked,” he breathed, almost in disbelief. “All for me, huh?” You nodded, barely coherent now as his fingers thrust deeper, working you open with that perfect pressure you’d tried and failed to replicate yourself. His lips brushed down your neck, open-mouthed kisses replacing apology. “Next time,” he whispered, “you wake me. No matter how tired I am. I’ll always want to touch you.”

Chris’s fingers moved with the kind of slow certainty that made your mind go soft and your body tighten with need. He knew you too well—knew exactly how to angle his hand, how to stroke your clit with the perfect rhythm while his other fingers curled inside you in slow, deliberate thrusts. He didn’t rush. Even now, with sleep still thick in his voice and his body heavy with fatigue, his entire focus was you—your breathy whimpers, the way your hips rolled helplessly into his hand, the way your thighs trembled under the duvet. He kissed your shoulder, soft and open-mouthed, while his wrist flexed between your legs, every stroke deeper than the last. “There,” he murmured, almost reverently, when he felt the way you clenched around him. “Right there, yeah? That’s your spot, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

You could barely answer. Your fingers scrabbled to hold onto something—anything—and landed on his wrist, the one wearing that familiar metal bracelet he never took off. The chain was cold, biting against your inner thigh, a delicious contrast to the heat pooling low in your belly. Your hand gripped him tightly, not to stop him—God, no—but to ground yourself as his fingers dragged across that devastating spot again and again. You moaned brokenly into his neck, thighs falling wider apart, completely unable to control the sounds spilling from your lips. His bracelet shifted slightly with each thrust, dragging a shiver across your skin, the metal brushing against your sensitive flesh like a brand. It was a reminder that it was him doing this—Christopher—the man who’d fallen asleep beside you and still woke up just to take care of your body like it was the only thing he lived for.

He didn’t stop. If anything, his pace got more focused—two fingers curling hard, perfectly inside you, pressing into that exact bundle of nerves that made your legs shake. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped, lips against your jaw now, voice gravel-edged from sleep and arousal. “You feel that? Right there. I want you to come for me—come on my fingers. Let me feel you.” The tone in his voice had shifted—still loving, still tender—but deeper now, laced with that possessive edge he only ever let show when he was making you fall apart. The pleasure crested fast and high, your back arching, thighs clenching around his hand as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. You sobbed his name, your hand gripping his bracelet tighter as your walls pulsed around his fingers, helpless and wrung out, entirely lost in the moment.

Chris held you through it, slowing his hand but never pulling away, working you gently through the aftershocks until your hips stopped twitching and your breathing leveled into shaky exhales. He pressed kisses to your face, your temple, your cheek, your lips—soft murmurs falling between each one. “Good girl… so good for me… always so pretty when you come,” he whispered, the praise low and endless. His hand finally slid from between your legs, soaked and glistening, and he didn’t hesitate to lick his fingers clean, groaning softly at the taste of you before pulling you flush against his chest. The bracelet on his wrist clinked faintly against your thigh again as he wrapped his arm around you, the metal still cool, a silent echo of the pleasure it had accompanied.

You melted into him, face tucked into his neck, legs tangled with his under the sheets. Chris’s hand rubbed lazy, comforting circles on your back now, his other arm tight around your waist like he never wanted to let you go. He kissed your forehead, a deep, slow breath exhaling against your hair. “next time,” he murmured, voice sleepy again, “you wake me sooner. Deal?” And all you could do was nod into his skin, your heart still racing, your body still humming from the feeling of him inside you—even if it was just his fingers.

snoopy divider by: @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: this took forever to finish omg thank you so much for reading, it genuinely means the world. i seriously appreciate every interaction—likes, comments, reblogs, anything. i proofread this over and over (probably to an obsessive degree lol), so i really hope it comes across the way i imagined.

also! i ended up separating the paragraphs more and making them a bit longer in this one—if that made it harder to engage with, i’ll definitely keep that in mind and avoid doing it in the future. this is my first long-form fic on this account, so thank you again for being here <3

tags: @emeraldsturns @zenithsturniolo @sturnsblogs @sirensdollesque

[neodazed]

enhypen -🎀- squirting for them for the first time

ot7xfem!reader - when they make you squirt for the first time

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f), cum eating, overstimulation, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, lmk if i missed smth

alr started writing this when I saw recent similar fics for enha but there’s like a hundred of these here so don’t think that’s an issue

my sunki fics flopped so bad i went back to writing imagines instead of my other drafts LMAO ty for more than 2k views on the last one and for 200+ followers. pls request after reading my post regarding that, i’d love to see and write ur thoughts!! have fun reading 💋 masterlist

HEESEUNG

For Heeseung it’s almost like squirting = marriage.

A new found level of possesiveness awakens in him, basically.

You’re laying flat on your back, legs spread as wide as they can go, and he is plunging three fingers inside you.

His pace is no other than harsh, not an inch of his being is trying to be gentle. To be honest, he doesn’t need to be anyway — that’s just how you like it.

Thank God you were wet, or else those ocassional spits on your clit wouldn’t be able to match the rough bones of his digits carving their well earned place in your fluttering hole. With each quick thrust, the low side of his palm bumps against your little nub, drawing a lovely whimper out of you.

He’s not leaning over your body, doesn’t press comforting kisses on your face or neck. He is sitting on his knees between your two trembling thighs, and watches your cunt gasping for his fingers hungrily.

It’s getting way too sloppy now, creating those nasty almost slurping-like sounds, and it almost makes him want to lean down and bury his mouth in there, but then again, the sight is so pretty for him.

So instead, he stares and he talks. And oh, his way of talking is dirty, all possesive. Speaking of your pussy as it was the most beautiful masterpiece hung up in his favorite museum.

Your hole clenches, tighter and more intensively than normally, and you feel a flood rushing down in your tummy, one that has you curling the tip of your toes backwards, gripping the sheets underneath you like you’re about to fell off a bridge.

You try to warn him in time, you swear. The weakest ‘Hee’ leaves your mouth, a mix of a somewhat scream and moan, and you grab his forearm, but as expected, it doesn’t make him stop, it just encourages him to increase every sensation he’s currently providing. So there’s nothing you can do when a gush of liquid spills out of you, high enough to latch onto his black fitted shirt.

His heart fucking flutters at that, pride swelling up in his chest.

‘You made that big mess for me?’

‘Only I can make you cum like that. I now that’s right.’

‘C’mon, squirt again for me. You know I’m not stopping ‘til you do.”

JAY

His head has been hitting your cervix repeatedly for some time now, his balls slapping against your ass with each stroke, shaft hitting your clit.

Absolutely no thoughts in your head, just dick dick and dick.

It’s almost like every vein was created just to brush your gummy walls with the perfect force he always settles on. He’s curved to fit right into you, and if he wasn’t, well, he carved out his place in there well enough by now.

Feeling full of him has to be the most precious feeling, talking about any of your holes. And his hands are rough, they grip and sink and have completely no restrain when it comes to your body.

It’s a release you don’t even really feel coming (maybe because he already emptied you so many times), it crashes onto you.

Your scream is one the neighbours will give dirty looks about later on, but truly, who cares in the moment? Not like he would have the strength to muffle it, or the attention, he is fixated on you.

On the way your sudden finish spurts all over his cock, his abs, his arms- he goes feral.

‘Oh my god, princess. What’d you do there?’ He laughs in amusement, his movements never stopping, just letting down from the pace.

‘You came all over Daddy’s cock? Without saying a word?’ He’s already back in full force, ignoring your whines and lightly pained whimpers, slamming into you even harder now.

‘I’m sure you can do it on command then, too. Come on, show me.’

JAKE

You already came three times.

Yet, no amount of tugging on his locks would make him lift his head up from between your shaking thighs.

See, Jake is a greedy man. Every time he gives head, he acts like a starved man who is on a strictly ‘pussy for all meals’ diet, and hasn’t eaten for weeks.

One orgasm is nothing to him. It’s like he doesn’t even notice it happened, he keeps going. Goes between munching at your folds and sucking on your clit.

Two orgasms make him hum quietly, like he’s just starting to get the taste of it.

Three? That’s a good number, but still, it’s not enough. If you managed to cum three times already, what’s stopping you from cumming one more?

That’s the logic.

And you would think the upcoming one would be just a tired suffer with minimal semen going into the mix of spit and cum, but it’s something else. He plunges his tongue deep into you, and begin to move it right there, and it almost feels like he’s flicking at your cervix.

You cry out, legs locking his head in space (not like he wasn’t glued there already). You swash right inside his open lips, on his tongue. He grips your thighs harder, and wait until you finish. When he lifts his head up, finally, it’s kinda…full of cum. Like, literally. His chin completely soaked, his nose wet, his eyelids covered too. It’s a sight for sure.

‘Baby…that was so fucking hot.’ He says in awe, blinking up at you. He’s so in love. You smile softly, though your face is going red more and more by the minute. You are still sprawled out, sticky and open, and now you feel a bit sheepish.

‘Can you clean me up, please?’ You mean with a towel. Obviously. That’s what normal people do.

But Jake’s smile turns slow. Dangerous. Still hungry.

He leans in.

You freeze.

‘Jake, wait-‘

But it’s too late. His tongue is already on your inner thigh, licking a slow stripe up to where you’re still dripping.

Then his mouth is on you again. Soft, wet kisses over the mess he made, drinking you down like it’s water after a drought.

You try to squirm away, gasping his name — but he just pins your hips down with a firm hand and grins up at you.

‘I’m just cleaning you up.” — Then, quieter — ‘Gotta take care of my girl, right?’

SUNGHOON

You were getting punished.

So how on earth was it so good?

The way he’s spanking your pussy should have made you cry a long time ago, but instead, it’s just keeps on getting…better? Sure, it hurts, how could it not? A very sensitive area, indeed, probably not made to be spanked, but…

It was the good kind of hurt. The one that kept chasing slick out of your hole after every swing on your clit. Your body is thrown between two different reactions, half squirming away, half desperately chasing the sensation.

No fingers inside, no thumb rubbing your bundle, no tongue stroking your folds — just rough, precise hits.

He is spreading you open with two fingers, but keeps them strictly there, no slipping in between. Only so that he can reach all of you, making sure it hurts enough. Enough that you realize what you have done wrong, refrain from ever doing it again. Enough so that you feel that this pussy belongs to him, and he can do whatever he wants to it.

To his surprise, it’s also enough to make you squirt.

To Fucking squirt.

One minute, he’s spanking your nasty little cunt, and you’re crying to stop, then the next, his pace has to falter, cause a flood of liquid splashes out of it.

He snorts. Not really in amusement.

‘You’re unbelievable, you know that?’ — He looks down at you with a scoff — ‘I’m trying to punish you here, and you enjoy yourself more than normally’

‘It’s just…sensitive’ You sniffle. The hurt now comes in stronger, when you are no longer getting stimulated.

Sunghoon tsk’s and pushes his dirtied digits past your tear-soaked lips. Your face crunches up from the taste, but you do your best to swallow all of it. And that fucker turns that around, too.

‘You really just slurped up all of it? Didn’t leave me anything?’

‘I-I thought-‘

‘I must take another taste, then…’

You cry out the moment his hot tongue makes contact with your red swollen clit.

SUNOO

He’s casually hovering over you, mouth on left nipple, finger rubbing your clit. The suckling and stroking movements are equally hard.

You guys’ve been at it for some time now, lazily making out, most of his energy being put into pleasuring you. You were already on the edge a couple of times but he stopped there and went back into it just to drag it out.

‘Shh, just a little more. You’re not that impatient, right?’

He earns himself an eye roll for that, but only snorts, and pushes you closer.

His bare chest presses against yours, kisses soft and deep, and it’d be romantic even, if you could forget that he’s been edging you for half an hour. He always says it’ll make your release bigger and better, but hasn’t really convinced you yet.

Until now.

Because when he finally settles on the good space, even after feeling your stomach tighten, it doesn’t take you any longer to squirt.

And, the ‘see? told you’ look on his face could not be more smug.

‘Wow. Look who was right?’

‘My new take is that I can make you squirt two times in a row. Wanna find out?’

JUNGWON

Jungwon, to put it simply, is flabbergasted when it happens.

Like, on his tongue?

Around his fingers?

Because of him?

What did he do in his past life to deserve this? Whatever it was he is one lucky mothefucker.

You couldn’t even prepare him or give him a chance to pull away (he would never), since you yourself didn’t expect it at all. The truth is, you’ve never squirted before. Orgasms with a little more force? Producing a little more cum than usual? Sure, those happened, nothing too crazy. But it certainly never splashed onto his face like a fucking cunami, Jungwon thinks.

Poor boy wants nothing but to bury himself there right away, but he's not sure if you'd want that, given that you're still shaking under him. Instead, he strokes your thighs (still around his head), and murmurs,

'That was...good, right?' He asks, voice suddenly shy like he forgot what was he doing in the first place.

'Baby...you just made me squirt into your mouth. It was more than good, trust me.' You say with a weak chuckle.

'I want to taste. Can I?' How could you even say no to that adorable pleading gaze?

'Go ahead, Wonnie. Taste how good you made me feel.'

RIKI

It was just a matter of time before your first squirt after you started having sex, you knew for sure.

Riki's ego didn't need a lift though, and since he never brought it up by himself, you just assumed he either didn't know you were capable of doing it. or he's just content with the usual five orgasms he brings you to every time you guys have sex.

He absolutely knew what he was doing to you every time, but this?

This he did not expect.

You were bouncing on his cock with your best of strength, and he was watching you with a smirk, layed back on his arms, annoying and hot as ever. He wasn't putting in too much effort, but when he did move his hips to meet your thrust, God it reached the most perfect spot without a single miss.

He made a few statements, and those were...

'Your tits are all up in my business. Just how they should be.'

'Fuck, Y/N, this pussy is squeezing me so hard. You were hungry for my cock, weren't you?'

'From this position, I'll come right onto your cervix, You're gonna be dripping so bad...'

With a rather loud cry, cum splashed out of your slick hole with a nasty sound. No thumb circling around your clit, no lips suckling on your nipples, just Riki's cock, raw and hard, all for you to fuck your little cunt on.

Of course he followed you immediatelly.

And of course, he had things to say.

'Oh. So we're squrting now?'

'Why wait a month? Were you shy to show how much you love this cock?' His finger is dipping down into your heat, bringing it to his mouth to taste.

'Riki, I'm sensi-'

'Shh. Let me see. You'll have to do it again now, anyway.'

[bluebeads-art]

As the flash hits your eye, you feel something crashing into you from all directions. Below you is obvious, Bonbon situated themself to bump into you while the picture was taken. You look to your right, and Mirabelle’s cheek is pressed up to yours. On your left, Isabeau’s sheepishly hugged you to his side. There’s a hand in your hair, too, and it feels like Madame Odile. [...] “We need a souvenir of this trip,” Mirabelle adds. She rushes to the ground to pick up the picture and snort-laughs as she looks at it. “Oh no, Siffrin looks like we’re holding him hostage!” — Curtain Call, Chapter 9, by @openphrase123 (Link in the replies)

2024 October 22nd

Fanfic fanart fanfic fanart!! When I read the "hostage" line, it invoked such a clear image in my head of Siffrin tensed up like a startled prey animal that it got added to my list of things to maybe draw immediately.

Dooon't think about the words 'left' and 'right' in that quote too hard. I know how to read I prommy. :) (I did Not process those words and lost the coin flip in the composition phase...)

Close-up and ramblings about the cans of worms I unleashed upon myself under the cut

Time taken on this was [head in hands] 48 hours and 37 minutes.... That bloated number has two culprits:

1) I got a new tablet! My old one was 10 years old. Its plastic was melting and the electronics had ghosts in 'em, so it needed the sweet release of retirement. However, I had just gotten to the line art phase when the switch happened. Clumsily getting used to the new one during the most precise phase of the process did devastating things to my perfectionism.

2) I made a GRAVE mistake with how I chose to color this. I wanted to keep the grayscale layers for accuracy instead of just slapping a B&W filter over the colored version, so all the colors come from gradient maps, color balance layers, overlay layers, and raster layers clipped to other layers. Listen. I'm used to working with lots of layers. I like keeping things separate so I can edit them more easily. But this is the worst layer system I have ever created. Going from color to B&W requires toggling exactly 20 layers & folders on or off. There are 87 visible layers total. This file lags when you edit it. I've never wanted CSP v1.13 to have layer comps more in my life.

Not helping matters was Isabeau. I said he was the easiest to draw in my last post, but he took that as a challenge, apparently. It's a simple fist-on-hip pose, why was that so hard!?! His face gave me grief too.

Odile's lil' wave got added at the end of the line art phase. I've never added to a sketch that late in the game before, but I felt bad about how little screen area she got, haha. Girl, I tried, but this composition was not kind to you.

Giving Isa, Odile, and Siffrin skin colors felt cursed. Well... "color" is maybe a stretch for Sif. The pallor from being affection-jumpscared isn't helping. In the dev's nose reveal post, they said that Siffrin isn't white but is white-passing, so BOOM albinism headcanon. Like c'mon, they wear a big hat and have most of their skin covered because the sun is a deadly laser when you have little to no melanin and idk if sunblock exists in-universe. Heck, maybe most Islanders have it, their whole religion is about the night sky so maybe they're nocturnal. This makes perfect sense. :)

[xaviever]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ଓ overstim with him!

including. xavier, zayne, sylus, & caleb.

summary. scenarios where one or both of you are overstimulated during sex. ˃𖥦˂

cw. (afab!reader) 🔞 mdni. softdom!zayne. kinda sub!sylus. patheticdom?caleb. overstimulation, obvi. breeding (xav & caleb), dumbification (zayne), xavier says ily in it. use of baby, sweetheart, princess, & dear.

ᢉ𐭩 xavier!

this is nothing new. xavier is often overwhelmed by his need for you. his impressive stamina and unbridled desire are a wicked combo, leaving you in for long, long nights when his restraint snaps. he’s had you against the door when you first arrived home, on the couch, kitchen counter, in the shower; now, finally, in bed on your side, slowly and deeply kissing each corner of your insides like some lecherous love letter.

“xav- baby, s’too much,” your voice sounds scratchy and foreign from the amount of strain over the last few hours. in response, your thigh is hiked up further, flush against his sweaty chest for a better angle. "fuckfuck, my god, xavier!"

“made to take me…” his lips find their way to your ear, sucking on the lobe as he rambles, unbelievably pussydrunk and obsessed with the repeated slosh your combined releases have created. he keeps his voice as steady and soft as he can while not losing his pace, fucking as deep inside you as your body allows.

“you’re molded to me, baby. mmf, made to be pumped f-full of my cum. you were made for me.”

all of your senses feel on fire, completely overloaded from your evening of being folded into impossible positions again and again. xavier is nothing if not insatiable when it comes to claiming you, his hunger for you, your presence, your attention, your sweet cunt taking him to the hilt like it was destined for his cock.

he's as sensitive as you are now, gasping each thrust, almost whimpering, "just one more, p-please. aah, you can do it. i feel you, mmfuck. i know you're close..."

you nod dopily, consumed by the way your numbness dissipates, body buzzing as you somehow find the will to cum again. your arm moves back to cage his head against yours, and he fucks you both through the haziness, his moans and your broken cries a symphony in the night. he cums hard, and so much, an insane amount after emptying himself inside you all night. the two of you lay entangled in one another, both too sore and thoughtless to even fathom moving.

"i love you so much. so much..." xavier professes into your shoulder, pressing clammy kisses to every part of your neck he can reach in silent worship before drifting off in your aftershocks together.

ᢉ𐭩 zayne!

you can't even speak. zayne’s fingers and tongue have been working you skillfully for so long, too long. he's memorized everything about your body. how you like your clit sucked, when and how to point and flatten his tongue. he knows all your sweet spots, the exact angle, pace, intensity needed for you to cum the hardest, see stars and make you dumb the easiest. of course, he'd never degrade you and call you such, though there's something so riveting about having you brainless under him, entirely overcome by his expertise in your pleasure.

you're cumming all over his hand for nth time with a weak cry, shivering as he holds your hip down to the bed so he can properly fuck you through the waves, not stopping until he feels you've given him every last drop once more. big tears roll down the sides of your cheeks, which he immediately responds to, bringing the hand holding you down up your body to your face and sweetly caressing.

"you've been so good for me. i'm proud of you, my perfect girl."

his pruny fingers slip from you with no resistance. zayne coos at you hearing your tired whines, softly maneuvering you while he shushes and mutters reflexive praises. you’re okay, safe, he’s going to take care of you. he always does. before you can register it your legs are spread widely apart, zayne’s practiced caution evident in how delicately he handles you.

"i believe you can take a bit more for me, no?" he strokes himself unhurriedly, all while thumbing your clit, keeping you stimulated still. he still appears relatively composed above you, one of his only giveaways being the stuttering of his breath, barely controlled lust seeping through him.

zayne enters you steadily, always being gracious enough to let you adjust to his girth. "hah... she's been waiting for me. i can tell." your messy cunt welcomes him warmly, his heavy tip opening you up in a way his fingers could not. it has you reanimating, thighs shooting up to clench around his hips. you spasm, the ghost of an orgasm making you seize around him and ripping the air from both of your lungs.

he sighs out at the feeling of his full length bottomed out inside you, admiring you pliant and glowing under him. “i... ha-have to hear you, dear.” the same fingers that were previously stretching your cunt softly push past your pouty lips. he splays them all over your tongue, forcing the sounds you'd been too delirious to let out escape while he begins fucking into you like a promise.

“mmh, say my name. i know you can.”

ᢉ𐭩 sylus!

you just wanted sylus to feel good, like he so often makes you feel. ...and if you maybe got a little power hungry and ended up addicted to the way he falls apart, holding him down, coaxing him into letting you make him cum over and over, on your seventh "one more" of the night... well, that is not a crime.

in all actuality, though, sylus does not need much convincing. he's not one to oppose you, naturally. however, the second you got commanding, a small switch flipped in his brain and he couldn't save face, couldn't stay above his innate call to submit to you. he's unsure why he'd ever fight it now. sylus is enraptured by your hedonism tonight, reduced from his usual weighty presence to something only you can unlock within him. something yours.

"you know you've got such a pretty dick, baby," you purr, flicking your wrist as you jerk him off with a casual pace, one that's become less bearable after multiple releases. "so big, pink and drippy for me. for me, right, sy?"

the prettiest moans fall from his lips when his head lolls against his headboard, barely deciphering what you've said but knowing to agree, anyway. he nods lazily, peering down at you through clouded, low eyes. his brows are knit in the most desperate expression you've ever seen from him, zeroed in on you. sylus gasps in a big breath after you squeeze him at the base, trying to get more of those beautiful sounds from him.

"yes. yes, sweetheart, y-youu, ffuuck-" he drawls, feeling on the precipice of cumming once more with every slight movement of yours. "yours. aagh! haah, fuck, a-all of me. everything."

his words go straight to your pussy, pulsing from your neglect. having him fill you to the brim sounds amazing, hearing him be this submissive under you? you moan a little at your own imagination. sylus continues to whine, grounding you here as you conclude before you satiate your need, you have to hear him cum one more time. just one more. he can take it.

your hand speeds up wordlessly, already knowing how close he is from the way he twitches, so beautiful and sensitive. "kitten, please." he sounds so sultry begging for you, his voice pitching with need, a frequency only for your ears. you're addicted to this side of him. "i want...w-want to cum for you again."

ᢉ𐭩 caleb!

“sh-shit, you- aangh, p-” caleb’s head feels impossibly heavy as he allows it to fall back against the couch cushion. any attempt at a plea falls shorter with each rhythmic bounce of your hips.

you'd jumped him as soon as he settled into your home from his visit, taking initiative and sinking yourself down on him at the first opportunity. he should've known he was in for it with how easily he slipped inside you, like you prepped without him. this was premeditated. the drag of your walls around him, hot and wet and unrelenting, you were fucking him like he owed you something.

“pips! princeeess, ffuck, please. you’re milkin’ me for all i’m worth, haah-” he’s cut off by his own breathy moan. you don’t stop, not even for a second. if caleb really couldn’t take it he’d safeword or lift you with his evol, yet he only has the brainpower to hiccup and whine under you as you use his dick to your heart’s content.

his hands squeeze your hips for relief, kneading your soft skin for any kind of purchase. you lean down, your fucked out moans vibrate against his neck as you nestle your mouth there. you instinctively sink your teeth into him, pulling something lewd, broken from his throat that even he was a little appalled by.

he doesn't think he's ever cum this much in succession. caleb is already very easy, often fighting hard to not cum from the smallest of your intimacies. you can imagine how hard it is to stay lucid when he has no choice but to cum for you over and over again.

the two of you sound like a couple of pornstars, producing some of the most depraved noises you've ever heard come out of each other, and the constant plap! plap! plap! resounding in your living room.

"need you. cum- nghh, cum in me again," you moan a little animalistically as you rise, facing caleb again to speak. you grab his face, smushing it to make him focus, wanting him to hear your words. "want all of you, c-caleb. pleease."

pitiful as he is, caleb whines at your words, the noise jarbled from your grip on his face. he's throbbing painfully at the admission of your need, hands getting rougher, faster, gathering his remaining coherence to make you scream and chase this release as much as you were. your hands fall, gripping his chest for stability, and caleb groans, dipping his forehead down to rest against yours.

"fuck, baby. got me shootin' blanks and you still want 'em. filthy girl."

— authors note. just couldn’t stop thinking abt this one sub!sylus fic i read… all this came from that lolol. rbs are appreciated!