#im fucking so hard with this coloring on buck

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie being definitely and completely platonic and heterosexual totally not flirting at all no tension whatsoever

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[imaginedisish]

One for the Road (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Oh my god. This is so dirty, so nasty. Here is the *giving Logan head while he's driving* request. Thank you anon. Thank you so so much. Inspired by "One for the Road" by Arctic Monkeys. ENJOY!

Summary: Forty-five minutes is simply too long of a car ride for you to wait to take care of Logan...Or: you give Logan head while he's driving and he absolutely loses it.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Sexually explicit content, Oral (f! and m!receiving), fingering, unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), multiple orgasms, porn without plot (literally), car sex, rough sex, Logan is reckless, cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, aftercare, established relationship, f!reader/afab!reader, reader has hair (but length/texture/color are not described), cursing, def some grammatical errors, that's it.

Word Count: 2,269 it's all smut im sorry yr honor but I need him

Logan wants nothing more than to be home. He wants to grab you by the hand, take you up to bed, and hold you until you and he fall fast asleep. This, unfortunately, is not something Logan can do. Instead, Logan’s eyes are trained ahead of him—occasionally flickering to look at you—as he drives carefully through dark, winding roads. 

The only silver lining is that you’re in the seat next to him, leaning towards him. You rest your arm on the center console, silently asking Logan to inch closer, too. He obliges, lifting his right hand from the steering wheel and bringing it down to grip your thigh. He squeezes gently, his thumb dipping between your legs, drawing long, slow circles to the sensitive skin there. 

Heat rises to your chest as his thumb climbs higher, nudging against the hem of your shorts. You can feel that familiar tension building at the base of your spine, the bottom of your belly. You try to ignore it, but you look over to Logan’s lap, and you see that he’s half hard and growing, the beginnings of his erection straining through his jeans.

“How much longer until we get back?” You ask, weighing your options. 

Logan’s eyes drift from the road to you, his hand giving your thigh another light squeeze. “Forty-five minutes, probably,” he answers, smiling softly. 

You hum in affirmation and nod, watching as his erection hardens. You grin to yourself as you reach your hand over the center console and into his lap. Logan’s eyes stay on the road, his throat bobbing as he swallows. You bring your fingers to his belt, watching him closely as you unbuckle the clasp. 

“What do you think you’re doing, princess?” Logan asks as you slip the belt from the loops on his jeans. 

You drop the belt onto your side of the car, working at his button next. “Taking care of you,” you say as you pull his zipper down. You lean over the center console completely, tugging his jeans down his legs as far as you can get them to go. 

Logan’s hand slips from your thigh and grabs your wrist, stopping you before you can tug his boxers down. “I’m trying to drive, pretty girl,” he chides, looking down at you. 

You smile up at him, freeing yourself from his grasp and tugging down his boxers. “I know,” you answer, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, stroking up and down the length of him. “Doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.” You lower your head into his lap and bring his cock to your lips, pressing a chaste kiss to his tip. 

“F-fuck,” Logan stutters, white-knuckling the steering wheel. You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock up to his head. “Fucking tease,” Logan mutters, his hand coming down to the crown of your head. His fingers thread through your hair, nails digging into your scalp. 

You wrap your lips around his tip, and Logan bucks his hips into your mouth, forcing you to take all of him at once. You’ll never get used to the sheer size of him—the way he spills out of your mouth even when he hits the back of your throat. You suck hard, hollowing your cheeks as you slide up and down his shaft. 

You can feel Logan holding back, struggling to keep his hips still as you take him in and out of your mouth. “Such a good fucking girl,” Logan moans, your hand at the base of his cock stroking up and down now. “Feels so good, princess.” 

He twitches inside you, throbbing with need. You swirl your tongue around his tip and take him deeper, as far as he can possibly go. Logan grips the back of your head, guiding you up and down his length. You look up at him, his chest heaving, his eyes still on the road. He curses under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter than before. 

His eyes flit down to you and catch your gaze. “So fucking beautiful,” he praises, his foot through the floor on the gas. “So pretty when your mouth is full of my cock.” His words go straight to your core, the aching fire between your legs burning with need. You press your thighs together, searching for friction as Logan’s hips buck into your mouth again. 

He gently fucks your face, his hand still guiding the back of your head, pushing himself further inside. “Taking me so well,” Logan growls. You gag around him as he slides you up and down his cock. “Perfect little mouth, doing so good for me.” You know he’s getting close; it’s the way he whispers your name, the way he pushes you back down after you reach his tip.

Logan flicks the blinker on, and the car jerks to the side of the road, coasting to a stop. His cock twitches as he puts the car in park. He shifts, sitting up, his hips rocking, forcing himself deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You moan around him, taking him up and down faster, chasing his orgasm. 

“Gonna come down that pretty throat,” Logan groans, both of his hands gripping the back of your head tightly, pumping in and out of your mouth. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he soothes. “So fucking good.” His hips stutter, his pace faltering as he spills himself inside you. You swallow everything he has to give you, his hips still rocking as he rides out his orgasm. 

He guides your head up, your lips sliding up his cock as he pulls himself from your mouth. He smirks at you, his hand coming to your chin, wiping away his release and your saliva from the corner of your lips. 

“I think it’s your turn, darlin’,” Logan husks, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. He suddenly grabs your hips and wraps an arm around your back, hoisting you up and setting you down on the center console. He keeps his arm around your back to hold you up as his free hand works at your shorts, unbuttoning the denim, pulling your zipper, and yanking your jeans and panties down your legs. 

“Fucking soaked for me, pretty girl,” Logan says, tugging you closer to him as he settles between your thighs. “Could smell how much you needed me when you were getting me off.” His tongue licks a long stripe through your folds and up to your clit. “Couldn’t wait to taste you,” he growls as he laps at you starvingly. 

He pulls you closer, your ass hanging off the center console as Logan buries his face into your cunt. “F-fuck, Lo,” you stutter, his tongue swirling around your clit. He brings his free hand to your thigh, spreading your legs wider. His fingers teasingly trail higher, closer to where you need him most.   

He finally finds your folds, toying with you, spreading your slick as his tongue draws circles into your core. “Tastes so fucking perfect, sweetheart,” Logan mumbles against you, two fingers prodding at your entrance. “Always tastes so perfect.” His fingers thrust inside you—down to the knuckles—pulling out only to pump back in again. 

Everything is hurried and frantic, needy and desperate. He takes your clit between his lips, sucking roughly as his fingers fuck into you. It’s already too much, and you can feel the liquid heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach. “Logan,” you whine, throwing your head back. 

“That feel good, beautiful?” Logan asks, his teeth grazing your clit, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. His tongue flits in and out, drawing long, solid strokes as his fingers fill you up, stretching you out and working you open.

“Y-yes,” you pant, watching as he devours you, sinks into you. His dark eyes meet yours and he smiles against you, taking your clit back into his mouth and sucking harder than before. “S-so good.”

“I know, pretty girl,” Logan soothes, a third finger prodding your entrance. “Gonna take care of you.” He slips it in, scissoring inside you, massaging your walls. “Gonna make you come.”

You curse under your breath, your chest heaving as he buries his fingers deep inside. His pace is unrelenting and reckless, pumping in and out, lapping at you mercilessly. Your walls flutter around him, sucking him in deeper. “S-so close,” you mumble, shaking underneath his touch. 

“That’s it, darlin’,” Logan coos, licking hard, flat circles around your clit. “Wanna feel you come on my fingers.” His words goad you along, your muscles contracting and releasing around him. He rocks his fingers in and out of you, sucking your clit roughly between sentences. “Let go for me, sweetheart. Let me taste it.”

And then you’re clenching down around him, arching your back as you come undone. You melt into him, his face still buried in your cunt as he works you through your orgasm—his fingers thrusting as he strokes your clit with his tongue.  He slows down, his fingers stalling inside you before he slips out completely. He licks one more long stripe through your folds and pulls away. His chin glistens with your juices, sweat coating his brow, his hair disheveled. He’s a mess, and it’s all because of you. 

Logan pulls you into his lap, and you immediately feel his still-hard cock press against your stomach. “I’m not finished with you yet,” he murmurs at the shell of your ear. “You started this, pretty girl.” Logan lifts you up, his erection suddenly nudging at your entrance. “And now I’m gonna finish it.” He pulls you down onto him, his cock sinking deep inside you—down to the hilt. 

You’re full again—full of him. You lift your hips and sink back down onto him. “That’s it, sweetheart, ride my cock just like that,” he growls, his hand slipping between your bodies, his fingers finding your still-sensitive clit. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“L-Lo,” you whimper, his hips rocking against yours. He thrusts up into you, pushing himself deeper, stroking your clit gently with his thumb. 

“So fucking tight,” Logan groans, gripping your hip with his free hand, guiding you up and down his length. “Such a good fucking pussy, taking me so well.” He throbs inside you, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls. He flicks your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.

You can feel your orgasm building with every twitch of his cock, with every circle he draws into your core. “’M’so close,” you whine as Logan’s hips snap against yours. He’s fucking into you relentlessly—the slow, languid roll of your hips not enough to satiate his hunger. Your walls flutter around him, pulling him in deeper.

“Fuck, darlin’,” Logan grunts, thrusting up into you. “Can feel you squeezing me. Feels so good, so fucking perfect.” He pinches your clit lightly before circling rapidly, adding more pressure. Your muscles contract around him, and Logan groans at the feeling. “Come on my cock, pretty girl. Let me get you there.”

Logan swallows your moans with a kiss as you let go. You’re all liquid heat, shattering, unraveling as your orgasm crashes into you.  Logan is close behind, his fingers still dragging against your clit, his pace faltering as his hips snap into yours. “Where do you want me to—”

You cut him off, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Inside,” you whisper. 

Logan moans your name, his cock throbbing as he fills you up, painting your walls with his release. “So fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, his fingers sliding away from your clit and trailing up your body. He wraps his arms around your back, pulling you to his chest as his hips stall, his cock unmoving inside you. “Wanna keep you right here,” he mutters against the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Don’t wanna let you go.”

You bury your head into the crook of his neck. “Don’t wanna let go, either,” you say, your voice quiet and shaky. “But we need to get home.”

“I know, darlin’,” Logan says, disappointment heavy in his voice. He lifts you gently, pulling himself out from your cunt. He helps you back over the center console, your bare ass hitting the cold leather of your seat. Logan finds your jean shorts and panties, and motions for you to give him your legs so that he can help you dress. It’s soft, intimate, domestic. He lets his fingers linger on your legs long after he’s done, worshipping your skin, taking care of you. 

He pulls his boxers and jeans back up, zipping and buttoning the denim, and starts the car. He rolls back out onto the highway, his palm finding its place on your thigh—exactly where he was before. 

“Forty-five minutes, pretty girl,” Logan chuckles, his thumb brushing gentle circles into your skin. “Couldn’t wait forty-five minutes for me, hm?”

“Can’t ever wait for you,” you say, letting your eyes flutter closed. 

You’re asleep less than five minutes later, and you’re still asleep when you finally arrive back at the mansion. Logan carries you out of the car, into the mansion, and up the steps to his bedroom. You’re still sleeping as he undresses you. He settles you under the covers and climbs in after you, pulling you tight into his chest. 

“Love you, pretty girl,” he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Love you, too,” you mumble, half asleep. 

And it’s all he wanted. It’s all he ever thinks about. You. 

tags: @ilysmdovie12 @prettyseaveins @spiderset @figsnpassionfruits @silversprings-mp3 @movhoney @wittyjasontodd @theasiaabattoir @fanfic-writing-barbie @manipulatour @pedrohoe04 @derbygracie @honeyfewr @cosmiccandydreamer

[luvyeni]

WEARING THEIR SHIRT 𖹭 엔하이픈 ( reaction ) !

genre smut 𖹭 warning unprotected sex , dirty talk, oral ( f. reciveing ) pairing — OT7 x fem reader | back to library .

— them getting horny when you wear their shirts

request: hii can i rec the enha ver from the nct of the reader wearing their shirts

𐙚 : HEESEUNG ֶָ֢ !

wearing his shirt, right after he just finished fucking you, your messy hair and after sex glow— he's ready to go again. "baby." he cooed, climbing on top of you— you moaned feeling him grinding against you. "m'heeseung s-sensitive." you moaned. "I know baby, but you look so good in my shirt." he toyed with your unclothed clit. "look how wet you are, you can give me another can't you?" you dumbly nodded, he smiled down at you , lining his cock with your twitching cunt. "fuck." he sighed sinking inside you. "look at your pretty hole taking me so well."

"gonna make you cum all over me again."

𐙚 : JAY ֶָ֢ !

seeing you in nothing but his shirt, standing at the stove cooking breakfast made something in his brain switch, the domestic vibes, hair messy from the night, you look so pretty in his eyes. coming up behind you wrapping your arms around your waist. "morning baby." he kissed behind your ears, you giggled at the sensation, his cock was straining against his pants. "you looked so sexy in my shirt." you let out moan as he kissed your neck. "makes me want to take you right here." he felt you move against his cock, he groaned. "fuck baby, bend over for me." he turned the stove off, pulling his cock out.

"we can cook breakfast after i fill you with my cum."

𐙚 : JAKE ֶָ֢ !

he couldn't help it, he knew you were trying to wash clothes, but you were literally standing there in his shirt and a pair of black panties, jake stood in the door , watching you bend over putting in a new load of clothes into the wash, his cock was brick hard. palming his cock until he could no longer take it, waiting for you to start the washer, before lifting you on the washer. "jake." you shrieked, but he was too busy pushing your legs up, giving him a view of your barely clothed cunt. "fuck I need to taste you." he groaned, shoving his face in between legs. "oh-oh m-my." you grabbed his hair, he pulled away, lips glossed from your cunt.

"want you to cum in my mouth."

𐙚 : SUNGHOON ֶָ֢ !

normally if it was anyone else wearing his shirt he'd be annoyed, but it's you and yourself not wearing a bra and you're not wearing a bra so he can see your nipples, of course he's hard. "fu-fuck!" he held the end of shirt, fucking into you. "you're so tight." your face pressed against the pillow as he bullied his cock into your cunt. "such a needy pussy sucking me in like that." he groaned, pulling you against his chest, kissing your neck. "you look so fucking sexy in my shirt." he growled into your ear.

"gonna fill this pussy with my cum."

𐙚 : SUNOO ֶָ֢ !

gets all giggly about it, you looked so cute in his shirt; his cheeks go all red because you're not wearing anything but your panties— his favorite color too. "baby." he whined, watching you parade around his shirt. "baby come here." you skip over to him, plopping in his lap. "yes?" his hand coming up to your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss. "you look so cute baby." he felt you grinding down on his clothed cock. "fu-fuck baby, that feels good." he moaned letting you rock your hips against his cock. "I'm gonna cum baby." his hips bucked up. "im cumming."

"i'm sorry you just look so good."

©️LUVYENI

[rocksalt-and-pie]

literally why why why are all the tshirt designs for metallica merch so fucking ugly

[s0dium]

rubs hands together…

sneaking off to fuck gojo after telling your friends you weren’t fucking with him

Warnings: Semi-Public sex, degrading, intense orgasm, Gojo lets out a whine, rough fucking

You never liked lying; it always left a sour taste in your mouth, a guilt that lingered like a stubborn shadow. But this lie was so easy, so much fun, the words practically glided past your lips;

"Gojo? No way, I'd never sleep with him."

Of course, your friends believe you, and why wouldn't they? Out of everyone, you've been the most critical of Gojo Satoru—his 'holier-than-thou' attitude and his playboy tendencies. "He makes me sick," you would whisper as he passed by, "I'd rather die than be one of his flings."

Yet here you are, hands buried in Gojo's white hair, letting him pepper kisses along your neck and jaw. It's clear now: not only are you a liar, but also a hypocrite.

Your friends would have a heart attack if they could see you; pinned against the bathroom wall, legs wrapped around Satoru's waist while he feverishly thrusts into you.

You are practically babbling from how good he's fucking you, the friction of his dick dragging in and out of your walls is enough to make you drool.

"Ngh~" You whine. Fuck, you where practically seeing colors every time his dick brushed your cerxix.

"Shit, Look at you. You aren’t even making any Goddamn sense.” Gojo avowed. “You like it when I fuck you stupid, huh? Thought you didn't want to be one of my flings?” Gojo coos into your ear, his words dripping with sarcasm. His hands dig into your ass, holding you up against the bathroom door. "Can you hear them baby? Your little friends are right outside aren't they?"

You throw your head back against the door, your mouth partially falling open so heavy gasps and moans escape your lips undeterred.

“Come on, talk to me baby, tell me how good you feel, how good im fucking you," Gojo groaned, keeping up his brutal pace, his breathing becoming jagged and irregular. He was close, and you were as well. You could practically taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue and your hips bucked up to meet Gojos in a weak attempt to match his pace.

“S’good,” you slur out, “m’so happy..huuh…” You hated it but both you and Gojo felt it; it was as if you were made for each other, your cunt sucking him in with each push and shove that hit at just the right spots. With every brush of the tip of his dick against your cervix, black spots filled your vision and pushed you closer to your high. 

“You gonna cum baby?" You almost miss it but Gojo lets out a whine. "Come on pretty girl, cum, fucking cum” Gojo's hand flew to rapidly rub your clit back and forth, hurtling you towards your orgasm. Your pussy tightens so hard around Gojo’s cock that he has to stop his thrusts, your mouth grows lax as you feel yourself splitting in two, coming with his cock buried deep inside you. 

“That’s it,” Gojo fucks you through your orgasm, pouring the last of his strength into chasing his own high. His thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flushed against your, burying himself in your creamy cunny.

“Shit shit shit.”

Gojo’s grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him, coming so hard he sees white. Even though you were both oversensitive, he continues to ride his orgasm, lazily thrusting into you until it starts to become borderline painful.

"So, we on for next time baby?" He coos.

[natsaffection]

Save Heaven. | Wandanat

Natasha x Fem!Reader x Wanda

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Threesome, begging, Oral, Strap on (r receiving) vibrator use, multiple Orgasm, overstimulation, nipple play, aftercare

Word Count: 2,1k

A/N: I DELETED THE REQUEST, IM SO SORRY ANON😭 It was requested, that Wandanat is fucking reader rough and then aftercare, so here it is. 🫶🏼

Natasha’s piercing green eyes gleamed intensely as she surveyed your submissive form, taking in the softness of your skin, the curves of your hips, and the way your long black hair fell over your back.

“You look absolutely delicious,” Natasha whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “Ready for us?” You trembled with anticipation, your body already tingling with excitement. “Yes,” you breathed.

“Please, I’m ready.” And you were. You had been longing for this moment all day, your body vibrating with electricity at the thought of being taken by your two lovers.

Without another word, Natasha and Wanda pounced on you, their lips meeting yours in a rough, passionate kiss. Hands roamed over your body, teasing your nipples and stroking your thighs. You could feel your pussy getting wetter with each touch, your clit throbbing with desire.

They pushed you back onto the bed. “Remember your Colors, Detka.” Natasha and Wanda exchanged a knowing glance before Natasha reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a strap-on dildo.

The thick, veined dildo glistened in the dim light as she held it in her hand, her fingers suggestively tracing its length.

“Please,” you begged, your body tense with longing. “I..I want to feel you inside me.” Wanda grabbed your thighs, spreading your legs and exposing your wet, swollen pussy. Natasha grinned wickedly, spreading your labia and letting the tip of the dildo glide up and down your slick folds.

You bucked your hips, desperate for more. “Look at her, Wanda,” Natasha said, her eyes fixed on your exposed pussy. “Her little cunt is so wet for us. Look how desperate she is,” Wanda growled, her dark brown eyes filled with wild hunger. Natasha felt herself getting more aroused with each telling glance she exchanged with Wanda.

You moaned softly, your head moving side to side as both women continued to tease your sensitive flesh. Without warning, she thrust the dildo deep into your greedy pussy, making you scream with pleasure. Wanda buried her face in your neck, nibbling on your delicate skin and whispering dirty words in your ear.

Natasha began thrusting the dildo into your pussy, faster and harder than ever before. Natasha moaned, enjoying the feel of your tight pussy gripping the dildo. She thrust into you with long, hard strokes, her hips slapping against your ass with each thrust.

Wanda watched with hungry eyes, her own body tense with desire as she saw Natasha taking you roughly. She let her hands glide over her own breasts, teasing her hardened nipples and pinching them between her fingers.

The feel of your tight pussy squeezing her cock made Natasha’s head swim with lust, and when Wanda’s mouth found one of your breasts, Natasha knew they would all come soon.

“God, you two are so hot together,” Natasha groaned, gripping your hips and thrusting deeper into you. Wanda moaned in agreement, her hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit.

You screamed with pleasure as Wanda touched you, your body arching against Wanda’s hand. But Natasha held you firmly, her fingers digging into your hips as she continued to thrust into you. Wanda’s lips moved from your breast to your neck, nibbling and biting at the soft flesh as she brought you closer to the edge.

“Please!” you begged, your voice hoarse with lust. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to come..!“ Natasha grinned, her thrusts becoming harder and faster as she denied you the release you so desperately craved.

“Not yet, my love,” she growled. “You’ll come for both of us when we’re ready.” You whimpered, knowing you shouldn’t push Natasha further. You arched your back, trying to bring your breasts closer to Wanda’s mouth, desperate for the release that would come soon.

Her wet tongue flicked over your erect nipples, making you moan with anticipation. Natasha wanted to push you further, so she reached out and slapped Wanda’s ass with her free hand. “Lick her clit..” she demanded.

Wanda eagerly released your breasts and crawled between your legs. Your dominant lovers grinned at each other as they watched Wanda’s tongue swirl around your clit, pushing you beyond your limits.

“Holy s-shit,” you moaned, arching your back off the bed as Wanda’s tongue danced over your sensitive flesh. With every stroke of Wanda’s tongue, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, knowing it wouldn’t be long before you fell over that precipice.

Natasha could see your body trembling with lust as Wanda’s tongue explored your sensitive clit, and she felt a surge of lust flow through her own veins. Her thrusts into your pussy became more erratic, her breath shallower as she felt herself nearing the edge.

Wanda’s fingers worked in sync with Natasha’s thrusts, her tongue still swirling around your clit, driving you wild with lust. The tension in the room was palpable as the three women hovered on the brink of orgasm, their bodies taut with desire.

“Come for us,” Natasha growled, thrusting her cock into your greedy pussy. Your body shook as you responded, your moans of pleasure filling the air as you came hard and fast.

Natasha felt herself tipping over the edge, her own orgasm just within reach. With one final, powerful thrust, she let go, feeling the intense pulse of pleasure as she flooded your tight pussy with her warmth.

Wanda moaned, caught up in the wave of pleasure that washed over the room, and let go as well, adding her own release to Natasha’s.

Natasha reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face, her eyes gentle with affection. “Color, Y/n?” she asked softly. You looked at her and didn’t need long, “Green…”

Without words, Natasha bent down to the small drawstring bag on the nightstand. Inside was a selection of sex toys. Another dildo, a vibrator, handcuffs, a whip, and a pair of nipple clamps. Without hesitation, she took the vibrator Dildo and handed it to Wanda with a wicked grin.

Wanda’s eyes gleamed with lust as she took the Dildo from Natasha, her dark brown eyes filling with hunger as she watched you squirm beneath her.

She moved behind you, positioning herself behind your back, and let the Toy glide up and down your smooth folds. You gasped at the sensation, your breath hitching as Wanda teased you. You spread your legs wider, urging Wanda to penetrate you.

You moaned with pleasure, gripping the sheets as Wanda began to pump the vibrator in and out of you. Natasha watched, her emerald eyes following the movement of the toy in and out of your wet pussy, feeling more aroused than she ever had.

Your eyes widened as Natasha moved between your legs and pressed another vibrator against your clit. The sensation was intense, and you cried out in pleasure as Natasha turned it on. „Fuck! W-Wait..!“

The vibrations sent waves of pleasure through your body, and you felt yourself losing control. Natasha grinned mischievously as she watched you writhe beneath her, your body trembling with lust. You were so damn full, the stretching sensation almost too much to bear, and the vibrations directly on your clit were overwhelming, but you craved it, needed it.

Natasha watched your face, her piercing green eyes clouded with desire. She loved seeing you like this, completely lost in lust. She moved the vibrator faster against your clit, watching your body tremble with each pulse of the toy.

“FUCK, s-stop..” you begged, your voice barely a whisper. Wanda reached over and grabbed one of your nipples, twisting and pulling it as she watched your face contort with pleasure. “Unless you say your safe word, we won’t stop, Detka.”

Natasha grinned at her and continued to rub the vibrator against your clit, pushing you closer to orgasm. Wanda, still behind you, began thrusting harder and faster.

Your body trembled as you neared your climax. Your moans grew louder and more desperate, your fingers clutching the sheets as you tried to hold onto something solid. Natasha watched you with a hunger in her eyes that made you feel like the only thing that mattered in the world, “I-I can’t! It’s too muuuch-”

“Don’t worry,” Natasha said in a deep, soothing voice. “You can do it. Just let go and give in.” You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through your body. Natasha’s hand still worked on your clit. You felt a fire building inside you, a fire that threatened to consume your entire being.

“You’re so close,” Wanda whispered, her voice dripping with desire. “Just let go..” Your body trembled as you fought to hold back your orgasm. You could feel the tension inside you building, threatening to break free and send you over the edge.

With a moan of pure lust, you let go, screaming as your orgasm overtook you. Waves of pleasure rolled through your body, leaving you weak and trembling, and Natasha and Wanda held you tight as if they were keeping you afloat.

Natasha and Wanda, both with satisfied yet tender expressions, exchanged a glance, silently communicating their next steps. They both understood the importance of aftercare, especially when you were in such a vulnerable state.

Wanda was the first to move, her magic shimmering faintly as she summoned a soft, warm blanket. She gently draped it over you, ensuring you were comfortable and secure. Her fingers brushed lightly against your skin, sending reassuring warmth through your body.

"Hey, sweetheart," Wanda whispered softly, her voice soothing. "How are you feeling?" Your eyes were half-lidded, your breathing still uneven. You managed a small, dreamy smile. "Fuzzy... good..."

Natasha approached from the other side, carrying a glass of water. She sat on the edge of the bed and helped you sit up slightly, supporting you with a strong yet gentle arm. "Here, drink this," Natasha instructed, her tone gentle but firm. "You need to stay hydrated, okay?"

As you sipped the water, Natasha's free hand caressed your back in slow, calming circles. The combined care from both women made you feel safe and cherished, the intensity of earlier moments giving way to a deep, comforting intimacy.

Wanda settled on the other side of you, her fingers now running through your hair in rhythmic strokes. "You did so good," she murmured, her eyes filled with affection. "We're so proud of you."

You felt a surge of warmth at Wanda's words, the praise making your heart flutter even in your hazy state. Natasha leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You were amazing," she echoed, her voice a low, comforting purr.

The three of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and care. Natasha and Wanda continued their gentle ministrations, ensuring you felt completely relaxed and reassured. Every touch, every whisper was filled with love and appreciation, reinforcing the deep bond you all shared.

As you began to drift off, lulled by the tender care, Natasha and Wanda exchanged another look, this time filled with mutual understanding and love. They knew the importance of these moments, the delicate balance between their roles and the unwavering support they provided each other.

"Sleep now," Wanda whispered, her voice the last thing you heard as you finally succumbed to the comforting embrace of sleep. "We've got you."

With you safely asleep between them, Natasha and Wanda shared a gentle kiss over your resting form. They settled in, ready to keep watch and ensure you had the rest and care you deserved, their hearts united in a shared promise of love and protection.

[solarsturniolo]

can you do sub chris or abc’s (maybe vibrator involved ?)

Sub!Chris Headcanons

Warnings: Sex / Cursing / mentions of overstimulation / p in v / no protection / sub!chris / use of toys /

Disclaimer!!!: This is just my opinion on what chris would be like if he was submissive. None of this is factual.

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Although Chris loves being dominant in the bedroom, he adores being taken care of, especially on those long days after numerous back to back meetings and creating content.

He’s easy to get into that headspace too. A simple shoulder and back rub will relax him, at which point he won’t even want to be dominant anymore. He just loves being cared for and getting the princess treatment from you.

He doesn’t like handcuffs or restraints, he likes being able to touch you. On the rare occasion that he does let you use them on him, he’s tugging on them and whining the whole time, begging to be let out. He can’t stand having you so close to him and not being able to touch and feel you.

He spends an ungodly amount of time on your chest. Touching them, massaging them, kissing them, sucking on them, marking them…he loves to hear the sounds you make while he takes his time with you.

Chris is always open to trying new things, so he wasn’t opposed to the idea of using a vibrator. He knew it made you feel good, so he had no real reason to deny trying it.

He may have ended up liking it a little too much though. He won’t even ask, he’ll grab it from the bedside drawer himself. Whether he’s in control and using it on you, or letting you use it on him until he’s sweaty and writhing in the sheets, Chris loves the way it enhances both his and your pleasure.

He’s vocal in bed normally, but even more so when he’s not in control. Something about the power being out of his hands drives him crazy and he’s not afraid or ashamed to make that known to you.

“F-Fuck, it feels so good. O-Oh my god, yea please don’t stop. I-It feels s-so good, I-I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum, p-please. F-Fuck, I’m such a m-messy boy, I-I’m gonna make s-such a mess. P-Please, can I cum? Please i’ve been such a good boy for you, m-my balls are s-so full, p-please. W-Wanna empty them in you, f-fuck.”

He tends to ramble the closer to his orgasm that he gets. It starts pretty light, just soft moans and whimpers with a few pleas thrown in the mix. But once he feels the warmth growing in the pit of his stomach, he can’t help himself. Any and everything he’s thinking is free game.

“W-Wanna fill you up, baby. P-Please, I’ve been a good boy for you. Did everything you asked me to. Y-You feel so good, please don’t make me pull out. F-Fuck, i’m begging you. I-I-Im a good boy, I-Im your good messy boy. P-Please, wanna make a mess all up in your guts.”

And not to mention he looks so pretty laying back on the bed, his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, his lips parted as he pants and moans each time you sink down onto his cock. His eyes can barely stay open, eyelids hooded, determined to still watch you and admire you as you take care of him. His cheeks and ears flushed with a bright rosy tint, some of the color even showing on his chest from just how hard he was blushing.

Chris LOVES the sex, but he almost loves the aftercare more. The way you hold him while he clings to you, his head buried in your chest, panting as his body jolts with aftershocks. Your soft tender kisses on his head as his hips buck, burying his cock as far into you as he can. Your sweet whispers of praise in his ear, fingernails gently running along his back to soothe his tense muscles.

When he snaps out of it, he tries to take care of you and clean you up, but you insist that he doesn’t have to worry about it. You were there to soothe him after his intense performance, just like he always was there to take care of you when he’s in control.

Some nights you stay like that for a while, bodies together and joined at your most intimate parts. But some nights that are more intense than others you’ll run a bath for the both of you. He loves feeling you behind him, massaging his tense shoulders and working the knots out of his back. Baths with you are one of his happy places. For a moment the world stops, there’s no bad. He can relax, he can breathe, he can just be.

You take a generous amount of time focusing on washing his hair, knowing how much he enjoys the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Your nails massaging his scalp is enough to make him nearly fall asleep in your arms.

Once you’re both ready for bed, Chris will lay next to you and wait (im)patiently for you to ask if he’d like to cuddle. Chris enjoys being the little spoon, so he’ll roll over and wait to feel your arms gently wrap around him. He just adores being babied by you. He’ll whisper soft words to you, wishing you a goodnight while he kisses your knuckles.

In conclusion, Chris is baby. Argue with the wall

[amalainse]

"life spring"

— gojo satoru

tags ට lite somno (consensual), praise kink, pussy job, riding, vanilla and full of so much love its gross, morning sex, lowkey sub satoru, established marriage, fix it fic of sorts

a/n ට i listened to hozier the entire time i wrote this. so thats how you guys know im serious about the vanilla sex.

───⠀౨ৎ this is the married life that gojo deserves and it's his and sometimes he can't believe its all real. (1.4k wc)

the room glows like pure gold, spun from the sun's waves.

its warm and it smells like home and satoru's eyes blink open slowly before shutting again. there are other colors too ; pretty cherry blossom pinks, hazy greens and blue the color of the sea. a gift from the first years — from nobara in particular. it's supposed to mimic stained glass.

satoru wants to cling to his dream for a moment longer. a boat, rocking gently at sea. you and your smile as you took turns pushing each other overboard. but the fuzzy feeling is lifting and faster by the second.

a bird cries and sings its morning song. satoru opens his eyes and grins.

the first thing he always sees when he wakes up is you. whether thats when your curled up under his chin like you want to burrow up under your skin. or if its like now—with your face inches away from his, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, grinding down on his cock.

satoru reaches out to pull you down, and breathes your name against your lips. not quite kissing, just breathing the same air. bucks up once and twice, smiling at your cheeky grin. like you aren't more undone than he is.

"'morning, satoru" you giggle, kissing him finally, sounding breathless.

his fingers find your waist, secretly delighting in your bareness. hums appreciatively as your weeping cunt rocks down against his cock—fully hard now. "its a very good morning"

he has no shame at all in admitting he loves this—loves when you take charge. when you go for what you want. you had spent so long being meek, trying to blend into the background. hoping to fade away. but you've come into your own, and satoru likes to think he's apart of that. how he gives you the stability, the comfort, to chase what you're after.

"did you cum yet?" satoru asks, fingers tracing shapes into your skin.

you shake your head, lip caught between your teeth. but you know to keep your eyes open—focused completely on him.

"that's my good girl" satoru says, proud. you let out a shaky whine, pace faltering. "my pretty wife, so wet for me"

your hands come down to frame his chest, nails pretty against his skin as your hips grind in tight little circles that have him groaning out. and then your hand grabs his dick—holding him right where you want him, oh god—grinding more firmly against your clit.

"that's what you needed baby? needed my dick, didn't you?" satoru asks, like you both don't already know the answer. pleasure zips up his spine as your movements grow faster, sloppier. the pressure's enough to keep him on the edge, enough to make him feel like he could cum, maybe—but doesn't. it's the best. his hand rubs your back, moves your hair out of your eyes. "i don't mind sweetheart, its your dick. my hot, perfect wife"

you sob, muscled thighs trembling as you chase your high. your nails dig into his chest and he knows your searching for it now—the perfect stroke that'll finally make you cum.

"my perfect sorcerer wife is so strong" satoru whispers, gently caressing your stomach. "so beautiful. i'm so lucky. you gonna cum soon aren't you, baby? gonna cum messy too?"

you nod, another broken sob falling from your lips, fractured uh-uh-huhhh, satoru. you change your angle, and suddenly the wet sounds of your pussy sliding against his cock fill the room.

"yeah," he says, nodding, a wistful sigh leaving his lips. "can you hear yourself baby, hear how fucking wet and sloppy you are?"

and that's what does it for you—slumping down into his neck with a wail, as you take his hand and lead it down to your cunt. he knows what you want immediately, rubbing you fast and hard as you cum.

"you did so good," he says, sticking his fingers into his mouth to suck off the taste. your hips shake and quiver with the intensity of your orgasm. you don't answer for a long minute, and he can feel the soft puffs of air against his skin.

"hi" you breathe, finally, smiling at him

"hi" he says back, like a dork. you snuggle in closer, fingers brushing up softly against his cheek. satoru smiles and briefly closes his eyes. he can feel the smile breaking out onto his face, impossible to stop. never did he think he could be here, and have this : softness, laughter and smiles. peace.

"mm, and what are you laughing at?" you ask, leaning up on one elbow.

satoru opens his eyes. grins cheekily. "you. i was thinking your head looked like a raisin"

your mouth opens and closes in disbelief. the hand that been so gently caressing his face moments ago pinches his cheek sharply. and then you get that familiar mischievous look in your eye.

"no wait—" he protests, far too late. you descend upon him, jabbing your fingers into his sides, and his stomach and the side of his neck—where he is most ticklish. satoru writhes on the bed, loud peals of laughter bursting from him as he tries every yielding term in the book.

"oh yeah not so funny now is it?" you goad, although the sound of his laughter drowns you out.

"okay, okay, okay—"

a loud thud, and satoru falls of the bed and crashes to the floor in a heap of too-long limbs.

"oh shit" you mutter, and he doesn't need six eyes to tell him that you're covering your mouth with your hand to hide your laughter. you lean over the edge of the bed, eyes crinkling in the corner. age has done well by you. "baby, are you okay?"

"i think i broke my back" satoru groans, and massages his lower back to nail the point in further. "i'm getting so old"

"oh please" you snort, rolling your eyes, "you're only 39"

"that means i already have one foot in the grave!"

you roll your eyes again, pulling him up on the bed. "yes, you old old man. practically dead already"

"its been a good run" satoru says dramatically, tossing his head back onto the pillow. "i'm going to die happy now. 10 long years married to the love of my life"

"mmm" you hum, noncommittally, reaching over to feel up on his cock. his back straightens and he gets hard again embarrassingly fast. "do you think you have enough life left to handle me riding you?"

satoru pretends to think about it, massaging your right tit, slightly smaller than the left—fitting so perfectly into his hand. "try not to squeeze my soul out of my body and we're good"

"good," you say, settling on top of him again "i want you in me"

"fuck—baby, you can't just—" satoru gasps, as you breach yourself with his cock in one hard thrust. all coherent thought tumbles from his mind, gone with the wind, when he feels your warm cunt flutter around him and then squeeze. "you're doing that on purpose"

"am i?" you ask cheekily, smirking, riding him hard and fast. your ass smacks down against his thighs loudly, and when he dares to look at the place where the two of you are connected—he sees the ring of white around the base and has to screw his eyes shut to stop himself from cumming. he groans, tossing his head back, arm shielding his face from view.

ten years, and he still has to fight from busting his load the minute you get your cunt around him. ten years and he still keens, still mumbles shaky gasps and praises into the air. hands squeezing delicately around your hips, occasionally going to cup your ass—to help you along.

not that you need it. you grind down, hand massaging and squeezing at his pecs, as your go in tight circles around his dick. then you rise back up, letting him slip all the way out before slamming back down again.

you lean down next to his ear, taking his lobe between your teeth and biting gently. "baby?"

"y-yeah?" satoru asks, voice high, thrusting up into your tight heat in short aborted pumps of his hips. "you need something from me?"

"mmm" you moan in affirmation and he can feel you smiling against his cheek. "i want you to cum in me now"

satoru's grip on your hips turns bruising. he holds you still and shoves his dick into you over and over again, loud in the silent room. so good he can't think, broken praises and curses spilling from his lips. he brings you down and slams up into you one last time before doing exactly what you ask of him.

[norizz-nation]

Can you feed me some lando smut?

I’m hungry

Don’t starve girl, I’ll feed you 😩

Silk and white 🧡

Summary: you were waiting for lando to come home since he was at his mclaren garage for work and you did something that pushed his buttons

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, face slapping, choking, slut shaming, dacryphilia

You were blankly staring at the ceiling, scanning the perfectly painted color. Lando’s house was always really calming to you. But right now, it was really torturing. It felt like the house would swallow you whole. You felt like lando was here, with you. But he wasn’t.

You twirled your fingers around your silk robe and ran your fingers around your waist. You ran your fingers the way lando does. Twirling it, drawing small circles, making your skin cause goosebumps. You closed your eyes shut and gasped softly. Imagining it to be lando’s fingers. But suddenly your movement stopped when a devilish idea came to your mind. You quickly grabbed your phone from the bedside table and went to lando’s chat. You opened your camera and took a picture showing your lacy white bra underneath your silk robe. You stared at your phone, waiting for him to see it.

He did. But, he didn’t say anything.

This just made you frustrated and you opened your camera again, recording a video, a long video of you pushing your bra down and playing with your tits, moaning softly. You bit on your lip when you pinched and twisted your tit. You watched the video and smirked. Sent. You smiled at yourself, knowing clearly that this will make lando go crazy. This will make him hard without you even touching him. This will make him groan uncontrollably. You knew how to push his buttons. Your giggle got cut off by lando sending you a text.

Stop sending me nudes. Im working.

You rolled your eyes and typed something but erased it quickly. You then opened your camera again and filmed a video from a lower angle. Showing your inner thighs and your white underwear peeking from your robe. You ran your fingers on your thighs then slowly brushing your finger on your clit. You bucked your hips forward when you felt a friction. The soft underwear felt good around your clit. You let out a soft moan and stopped filming. Sent. You saw Lando view it instantly.

Didn’t say anything.

You rolled your eyes and just went to Instagram, scrolling through it. But, you knew that he’s furious now. You knew that he's jaw is clenched because of the video. You knew.

Your mind snapped out off your thoughts when you heard the main door open. You smirked to yourself and pretended like you didnt hear it. You stared at your phone when you saw lando open the bedroom door. "What the fuck?!" he shouted. You looked at him confusingly as if you didnt do anything. "What love?" you asked, looking up at him innocently. Your question just made lando take a deep breath and come closer to you. His jaw clenched.

He then grabbed you by your jaw and made you sit up on your knees. "Dont act fool" he said, looking at you straight in the eye. Making your heart skip a beat. His eyes were so cold. But you wanted to push his buttons more. "But im not acting fool love" you said, looking at him like you're the most innocent person. He then looked away and took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

God, you were really making him mad now.

Your smirk got removed by a harsh slap on your face. Your skin burned but you loved it. You smirked a little and he grabbed you by your neck, pulling you closer to him. "You think its funny? You can just be a nasty little slut and act fool later on?" he asked. His lips just an inch away from yours. Your lips parted, wanting to kiss him. But the grip on your neck just got tighter and you whined. "You think you’ll get what you want by doing all these little acts?" he asked, caressing your jaw with his thumb. You gulped at his words. Your cheek went red when another slap landed. You whined out in pain. Tears forming in your eyes. "Look at me and answer properly" he said. You then looked at him with tears in your eyes. "N-no" you said, sniffling a little.

“Good, thats what i thought” he said as the grip on your neck loosened. The hand that was choking you caressed your cheek, brushing it softly with his thumb. Your tears rolling down and landing on his hand. “Try sending me nudes again when im at work and I’ll fuck the brattiness out of you” he said as he patted your cheek.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

[bloodweep]

UGH IM SORRY this idea made me vibrate so much I have to put off the other headcanons for now to do this

JD being dominated by the reader !

Highly recommend go checking out my John Dory headcanons before coming here!! With some story attached to it !!

NSFW PLEASE BE WARNED

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Sweeter than sweet ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ honestly he would be so down for the talk, of course it was brought up before to ensure there’s consent in it all

‗ ❍ you will have to tie his arms behind his back, he doesn’t listen very well if they aren’t tied

‗ ❍ you always put the goggles on because he looks so fucking good in goggles

‗ ❍ plus it is another play in sensory deprivation; his sight isn’t completely taken away, however it is distorted, especially when he gets aroused

‗ ❍ sitting on top of him would subdue him for a bit but he tends to forget to slip into sub space for you and try to put his hands on you - his fangs too

‗ ❍ gosh with your hand shoved onto his mouth and pinning his head down, his fangs would definitely pierce into your skin

‗ ❍ he would growl into your skin, trying to gain the upper hand again before quieting down once you shush him, a soft promise of letting him go if he can behave for you

‗ ❍ he is a big boy and doesn’t want to back down so easily

‗ ❍ however, he does enjoy it, does enjoy letting when he’s able to

‗ ❍ he’s so into teasing, especially if you tease his dick and balls - makes him so fucking putty in your hands

‗ ❍ he can cum quite a lot before he cannot handle it

‗ ❍ since being by himself for so long he’s built up some stamina for a while so he can cum about 5 times before he starts wincing and flinching away from your hands

‗ ❍ boy does he cum a lot

‗ ❍ definitely cries when his cum isn’t filling you up, tears streaming down his cheeks as he bucks his hips up into your hands before yanking away as his knot inflates

‗ ❍ his cock gets this dark blue color the more you make him cum and knot without being in you

‗ ❍ he definitely thrashes around, snarls leaving him as he yanks on his restraints around his wrists - you can hear the restraints slowly start to break

‗ ❍ you just coo down at him mockingly before sitting on his stomach letting his cum coat your ass and back

‗ ❍ “so dumb and stupid,” you would whisper down at him, rolling your hips against his stomach to get yourself off

‗ ❍ “don’t deserve to cum in me,” you would continue, hands pressing against his chest

‗ ❍ he would toss his head back, his cock skimming your back

‗ ❍ you would lean over him; placing your arms on either side of head, gripping his hair with both hands as you continue to grind on his stomach

‗ ❍ he would breathe so deeply, tilting his head up to inhale your exhale, attempting to nuzzle into you

‗ ❍ you’ll allow this, considering he’s being still other wise

‗ ❍ you would cum on his stomach like this, nuzzling into him so softly once you do, shivering on top of him whimpering

‗ ❍ “please please please,” he would start begging so hard “baby please let me shove my cock on you,”

‗ ❍ it wouldn’t be suave like he would like, it’s blunt and filthy

‗ ❍ “wanna fuck you so full you cannot move, so fucking full,” he would groan but your hand slid down his hair to grip his face and silence him

‗ ❍ “I’m not done yet, be good,” you would scold and he would grow silence

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SCREAMING , KICKING AND CRYING

[moncharrow]

water polo player! abby

a/n: hey!! i know i said id be posting for ellie first but this thought hasn't left me for a month. i love the though of this oh my god i am feral. thanks for reading! rb or comment to support a lil fic author :) also i'm gonna be referring to water polo as a super gay sport and that's because it is xoxo i mean high contact with buff women. like.

-content/warnings: 1.4k, mentions of contact sport violence, smut scenes (strap, riding abby, nickname 'beautiful', semipublic sex in a locker room, fingering, oral (both receiving), gn reader but has a pussy, mentions of roughhousing in water/ drowning (not really drowning but yk)

men dni.

water polo is one of the most intense sports- it's high contact, rough, with a high probability of being punched, getting a black eye, etc

but when you're as buff as ms abby anderson here, it's not as big of a deal

there aren't really many set positions in wp, but the most important one is center- placed front-and-center of the goal, they're the person everyone looks to to get a good shot

center has to be dependable, strong, and fast

abby is perfect! her drive is amazing (ahem ahem) and she's constantly swimming like crazy to get into position so her team can rely on her

she started in high school, learning the ropes and getting to know the sport

got crazy good, and was definitely a very proud varsity athlete. she knows she's good, so why shouldn't she flaunt a bit?

im gonna be honest she absolutely wore her varsity jacket for way too long during freshman year in college

she joined her collegiate team (possibly on a small grant/scholarship) and met the most amazing team

it's hard to be queer in sports a lot of the time, but her entire team is queer/allied!! she has a space to be herself which she really appreciates

she blossoms on that team

every girl at her college absolutely drops their panties for her im not even kidding. its not even that fun to her because she just wants someone to love, not just a hookup

((that doesn't mean she rejects them all though))

the pretty center draws crowds to the natatorium

and that includes you, of course

you're a friend of the goalie and you're not all that into sports, but once you hear that the hot girl you've been thirsting over in org. chem is there?? it's all over, goodBYE

you are seated right in the action, front row of the bleachers, cheering in school colors, pretty eyes glimmering in the bright sun, sweat drops dripping down the front of your shirt

abby is fully focused on her game but when she's benched she gets a liiiiiittle distracted ngl

like i said though, she's mostly game face

but after a win? she feels like she's never lost. she's pure confidence and she decides to keep the streak going and see if she can successfully get your number

it's slightly awkward because when abby gets closer she sees that wow you are so much more attractive than she first thought when she had chlorine water in her eyes

so she just doesn't ask you out lolol she bails and bugs the goalie about you for the week leading up to the game, asking who you are, if you're coming next time, if you like this or that

her hands are so large and strong from gripping that ball... just imagine what they could be used for !

her thighs are absolutely massive- she has to stay above the water somehow, and the kicking she has to do has sculpted her into a thunder-thigh goddess

eating her out is insane because she fucking clamps down on your head with her thighs LMAO

broad shoulders that you can hold while riding her

strong shoulders that you grip and squeeze onto for dear life every night before a game as she plows into you for "good luck"

-the room is filled with the rhythmic slapping of her skin against your thighs as she grips your hips and bucks up into you.

"taking it so well for me, huh? my little good luck charm..." and you can't say anything. you just whine as you feel every muscle in her body working overtime to treat you just right

the veins in her forearms throb and pop out as she bounces you up and down, touching and squeezing and groping everywhere she can. she looks up at you cheekily, biting her lips and grinning. "there we go, beautiful, look 't you go"

"i'll be sore tomorrow" she says. it isn't a complaint. she says it's her favorite workout

yeah she says she's done but she's also finger fucking you in the locker room during half-time

-"sorry coach, i'll be quick, i promise!" abby lifts herself out of the pool with pure upper body strength, muscles tensing and water dripping off her like some kind of lesbian wet dream. when she promises haste, she means you'll be quick, because you know the drill. you're already amongst the rows of lockers as abby pushes you against them, sliding past your underwear and shoving her fingers in. her thumb is on your clit, middle and ring fingers finding your g-spot immediately and going at it relentlessly. "think you can do 5 minutes for me, beautiful?

-you can because she won't accept anything else. you're cumming all over her fingers, groaning at the overstimulation as she fucks you through it. when you're done, she pulls out, inserting her fingers into her mouth and cleaning them. you shoot her a playful dirty look as she jogs back out the locker room door

-"thanks for the pep talk, babe!" girl.

she wins every game and says it's because of you

it's sweet, but she's just that good of an athlete

but if you met her because you play too? oh get ready for a whole 'nother world

you're her defense during practice, in the trenches with her and jumping over her shoulders to make sure she doesn't get the ball

but she'll do petty shit to fluster you, like turning and kissing your shoulder and holding your hand in the middle of wrestling for position like ???

-"anderson!" the team captain reprimands. she gives a cheeky smile and puts her game face back on, pinching your thigh underwater where nobody can see

water polo players' love language is straight up drowning people. like the coach yells for everyone to meet him in the corner of the pool and instead she's fucking barrelling toward you, wanting to pull you under

when you're waiting to practice throwing the ball into the goal, she'll slide under the surface and tug at your ankles to pull you

when you come back up, she's giggling like a child and acting like it was another teammate

-"abby, i know it was you, you idiot!" you say, grinning

despite not really having jerseys like in other sports, abby will have you wear her team merch with logos

you wear last year's team shirt to bed, her flannel pants to class, her two-piece tops when you go to the beach with her

you go crazy for her when she's in her polo suit. they're tight so that players can't get grabbed, but it's tight in all the right places

it showcases abby's broad shoulders and slutty waist, curving around her chest and tastefully contouring her back muscles

thank god for this sport, you think

she always complains about how the suit rides up her butt, giving her a slight wedgie, but it gives you perfect access to her tight ass

smacksmacksmack

-"can you hold off for one minute, babe?"

-"no."

it's like there's no person attached to that ass. and she's just as obsessed with yours dw! she uses those big hands to grasp your entire cheek and land a harsh slap! on there that makes you jump. she just smiles n laughs

water polo! abby who takes you out to dinner after games and ends up stealing your food because "ohmygodbabeimsohungryyoudontevenunderstand"

it's like she's never eaten

speaking of eating... (im sorry)

she will throw your legs open when she eats you out. if you try to shut them she'll use the full force of her forearms to pin your thighs down and dig her face deeper in your pussy, sucking and licking like a woman starved

who wrote that. i didn't. anyways..

you put her hair up in a fishtail braid for her !! then she'll ask you to put her swim cap on and give you a cute smile when you screw it up

-"i fucked it up! sorry!"

-"babe it looks great" while she's tucking all her shorter hairs into the bottom of it

if her team is winning by a lot, she'll mess around a bit and point at you after she scores a goal, and you roll your eyes and your face feels hot because she's so ridiculous

but you do feel a lil special.

anyways water polo abby mi amor :3333 take me in the locker room

[luvyeni]

𐙚 : SPENDING VALENTINES DAY WITH THEM (reaction) ֶָ֢ !

content warning. oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, public sex, little bit of biting kink.

request: valentines day smut with enhypen hyung line plzz!!!

authors note. i hope you like it 🤍🫰🏽!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𐙚 : HEESEUNG ֶָ֢ !

both of you opting to stay home; exchanging the small gifts you bought each other, making a nice dinner— earlier in the day you made chocolate covered strawberries; so you had that — except it never made it past the dinner , both of you were too horny for that , the day was spent with you two loving and teasing each other to the point you had enough. "fu-fuck baby." he groaned , throwing your head back, your head bobbing up and down his length , jerking off what you couldn't fit inside your mouth. "shit , your mouth feels so good." he pushed your head down , your tounge running up the vein , he felt like he was loosing his mind. "fuck im gonna cum." he bucked his hips up, abs tightening as he shot his load into your mouth. "oh fuck!" you pulled away , with a pop. "so cute , swallow for me princess." you swallowed, opening your mouth. "good girl." he ran his fingers through your hair. "do you want you strawberries now?" you shook your head no, climbing into his lap, he smirked. "we can eat them later." he nodded, groaning as you began to grind on his cock.

"that's if you're not fucked dumb after."

𐙚 : JAY ֶָ֢ !

jay believes valentines day is all about you , so thats exactly what he does, taking you out to all you favorite stores , letting you pick whatever you want out of them , holding your bags as you walked through the mall until your feet hurt; he then took you out to a fancy dinner where he wined and dined you with your favorite foods and drinks; making sure you saved room for desert and stayed sober enough for later actives. unzipping your dress , helping you take off your heels , laying you gently on the bed, ridding himself of his clothes , climbing into bed ready to please you. slowly rocking his hips into you , the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, hold you close as you moaned in his ear. "s-so deep." he grunted, you warm cunt squeezing him so tight. "fuck princess you feel so good, pretty cunt made just for me, only for me right." you nodded. "on-only for you." sex with jay was always amazing, but on special occasions he always made you feel like the only person in the world. "cum for me baby." he moaned into your ear. "please -fuck- please cum for me." your legs tightened around his waist , cunt spasming as you came around him.

"fuck baby, im not stopping, not until valentines day is over"

𐙚 : JAKE ֶָ֢ !

he put time and effort into this, matching color outfits; all your favorite foods, a cute picnic blanket — he thought of it all. taking to a secluded part where you two could just be alone , spending the holiday taking cute pictures , eating the food he prepared, the holiday was spent well — but you knew your boyfriend, and you knew he picked that secluded place for a reason , and he soon proved that as he laid on his stomach, his head in-between you legs, his tounge flat against your cunt. "j-jake fuck." you moaned as he licked your folds, his perfect nose brushing against your clit that made you tug on his hair, he moaned against your cunt, desperate for you to cum , he wanted to taste you, his hips involuntarily rutting against the blanket. "fuck baby im about fo cum." before you knew it , you were cumming, yanking his hair extra hard. his head came up from your skirt , a cheeky smile. "you're insane." he laughed , slotting himself in between your legs , you could feel his bulge.

"not insane, im just addicted to you baby."

𐙚 : SUNGHOON ֶָ֢ !

treating you to your favorite restaurant, buying you a dress and a pair of shoes to match his suit, he planned it all. the dinner was perfect, you looked sexy — he couldn't wait to get you home. "fu-fuck keep bouncing on me baby." he slapped your ass making you yelp. "fuck your pussy is like heaven." your dressed thrown to the ground, heels left at the door; not even sure if he locked it , but he didn't care , the way you felt around him , your tits bouncing in his face, taking one into your mouth, bitting down , making you scream. "sunghoon!" your hands on his shoulders keeping yourself up as he fucked up into you. "fuck baby." he groaned. "fuck im gonna cum." you hummed in agreement, your legs burning, both your bodies begging you to stop , but you both were so drunk on each other it didn't matter. "fuck im cumming, cum with me." he slammed you down on his length, his load filling you up , your legs shaking as you came, a ring of cum forming around the base of his cock , wrapping his arms around your body as you came down. "fuck baby , that felt so good."

"happy valentines day my love."

[mommypieck]

i’m hungry for subby and bratty aot men mama 😙

eren

"stop squirming, you're making it even worse." you sternly say, pressing the wand even harder on eren's cock. he's tied to the bed, his body spread out and ready for you to do whatever you want. a tiny vibrator is set on the underside of his cock while you stimulate his tip with the vibrating wand. you can see the tears in his eyes, his body trashing on the bed but you pay no attention to it, eren likes to misbehave and today's no exception. his cock is leaking and you know that not being for the cock ring, he would have cum already.

"stop that!" you smack his thigh when he tries to crawl away from you, "he a good boy and im gonna ride you as a reward." his pupils go wide at your words and he stills. you continue pleasuring him with the toys for a little while before agreeing that it's time for you to get some pleasure too. you pull the cock ring from his cock and you chuckle at the whine he lets out. you carefully place yourself on his cock, knowing he would cum if you were too eager. you start to move your hips, making tears fall out of eren's eyes again.

"shhh, good boy. mommy's gonna fuck herself on your cock and then you can cum." your speed in unbearably slow as you savor every inch of his cock. he tries to buck against you, but he's too deep in the subspace to take over. you can feel yourself nearing your orgasm, riding harder to get yourself there. you cum with a loud moan, hands on eren's chest as you try to calm down from your high. you don't even mind that you can feel eren filling you up without a permission.

"you've been a good boy, baby. now let's get this gag and untie you up."

armin

you gently toy with his nipples as he cries out. you placed a satin blindfold over his eyes, the green color perfectly matching his dark green panties. he's already leaking so much precum, staining his undergarments. armin's skin is flashed red, mainly from the embarrassment of being exposed to you. no matter how many time's you've seen him naked, he still gets shy. you peel off his panties, making him lay on the bed to present himself. you lay down by his side, your hand finding his cock, stroking in as your lips find his neck, leaving dark marks. his cock is throbbing in your hand and even know you just touched him, you know he's close.

"please mommy." he whines, reaching down to play with your drenched pussy. you know that today isn't a day for much teasing as you are looking forward to make yourself cum too. you sit down on his lap, reaching down to move armin's cock right into your opening. your hips fall down on his cock with one swift move and you don't give him any chance to recover as you move your hips. your face is fast and hard, his cock hitting all of your spots while he whines and moans at the pleasure. you chuckle, noticing that the pace is too rough for him, but you know that he can take way more. his eyes are traveling between your boobs and the imagine of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy.

"gonna cum." he whines, his head falling back into the sheets.

"go on." you smile at him, your hips milking his of his orgasm. you moan at the feeling of his filling you up but you don't stop. you move your hips even harder on his cock, earning whines from his.

"too much. too much." he moans, trying to push your body off, but you're stronger.

"no baby, gonna few more times."

tears fall from his eyes as he nears his second orgasm of the night. you slow down his time when his cock stills inside of you, cumming.

"good boy, mommy's so proud of you. few more times, baby."

jean

"you're so good like this." you say, looking down at jean spread out on the bed. his hands are tied on the bed with a soft pink ribbon and the subtle makeup making his look beautiful.

"i don't." he mumbles, looking everywhere except your eyes. you crawl over his body to lift his chin up, looking him straight in the eyes.

"you are, sweetie. and im gonna make you feel good." you crawl away to look into your special box, earning a whine from jean.

"no whining," you order, "or you're not cumming tonight."

jean rolls his eyes, mumbling something under his breath.

"that's it. you're such a disobedient boy." jean's eyes go wide when he sees you holding the plastic pussy you keep in the box.

"you're gonna fuck only this and you're gonna like it."

jean tries to say something, but you're already sliding the toy on his cock. you lay down to his side as you slide the cunt up and down his pussy. jean moans at the fricking, mouth searching for your mouth to kiss you. you kiss back and jean moans into your mouth.

"i want you, not the thing." he whines and as much as you try to deny it, his puppy eyes make you fulfill your wish. you throw the toy away as you lower yourself on his cock.

"you're such a brat. always getting what you want." you say as you move yourself on his cock. his moans become sweeter and a cute smile decorates his face. his head falls back into the pillow and he lets you use his body however you like. he can feel himself cumming but he tries his best to hold it. he can feel tears fill up in his eyes before he lets go, cumming inside of you. a shocked expression appears on his face and you stop.

"did you cum without my permission?" you ask him, sliding of his cock to gather jean's cum. he nods, looking down at your body.

"oh baby, you're in so much trouble. you're not cumming until i say so."

[swampstew]

Luffy, N-31 ~ Triple Penetration

Summary: You never believed in mermaids - until you saw one. Oh and he's unique af. What a smile he has, seems friendly. Surely nothing bad will happen.

Warnings: Spicy and delicious but marking Dead Dove because it is pure grade monsterfucking, tentacle porn which I've never dabbled in (im pretty sure) so be nice to me. Octupus Merman Luffy with female reader, consent very strongly implied and outright said but I'm high so if I forgot that's on me. Pretty sure. 99.99%. Title says it, triple penetration via lotsa tentacles, anal creampie, suctioning of erogenous zones, octopus anatomy heavily researched fight me. Word Count: 622

Cecaelia are rare creatures indeed, often only found in small parts of the world. Like mermaid, this species of humanoid creature has the lower body of an octopus, utilizing it much like a real world octopus would. Its been said that they are either sadistic monsters, or playful fishfolk, there does not seem to be any in between. Due to its nature, Cecaelia are able to breathe in water and air, as well as contort their body into many shapes, sizes, and colors. It is unconfirmed if male merman become senescent after courtship like a traditional octopus, or if they lose their appendage.

You were pushed against the wooden door of your ship, tentacles holding your wrists flush against the wood as the creature’s extra tentacles felt you up. Exploring your body eagerly with curiosity. His flexible arms squeezed your flesh, your thighs, your breasts as the human side of the creature leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “I finally caught you my siren,” he cradled your face with slender fingers. “I loved our game of chase, but I’m ready to have you now. Would you have me?”

With a needy gasp, you nodded. You came across him as he sunbathed on some rocks as you sailed by the island he was on, and when you saw his upper torso – you were sure then and there you wanted to fuck him, and confidently cat-called him. Seeing that he was half fish was like going through the five stages of grief, but he had been friendly and funny, and you were secretly pining. With the way his suctions pulled at your skin and the way he softly cupped your body, it was not hard for you to succumb to your needs.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Your clothes were ripped off as his tentacles released you in exchange for the fabric. His strong muscular arms caught you before you could fall and he pressed his lips to yours in frenzied need. His fingers following suit to your cunt when you moaned at his kisses. His fingers plunged over and over inside you while a thin tentacle curved around your thigh, the tip of the tentacle wrapped around your mound and a single tentacle sat above your clit. And it started pulling. When you screamed in pleasure, he added two more tenacles, wrapped around your breasts with suctions over your nipples. Carnal pleasure ripped from you as his arms made you fall apart, squirting over his body, he bit your throat lightly as you came on him, body convulsing wildly but held firmly to the door.

“Can I have you have you?”

“You can have me any way you want, Luffy. I never want you to take your arms off me.”

Luffy pulled back, his tentacle arms moving to position you while gently rubbing against your core and ass - two held your arms together, two held your legs apart. The suction cups doing the most to loosen and lubricate you with your arousal and his own secretions. Then three tentacles rushed to plug your mouth, your pussy, and your asshole as the merman stroked his hectocotyli (cock head). Your moans muffled by the tip of his tentacle as it played with your tongue, your pussy quivered against the squirming muscles that was sucking on your inner walls, your g spot, and your clit.

As you came around his tentacle, Luffy pulled his arm from your ass to replace it with the head of his cock. He ripped his tentacle arm from your mouth to latch his mouth on it as he roared and bucked his body against your shaking one. Semi-clear fluids leaked from your holes as his arms gently pulsed.

2 tiles to go, and since we've already made 60+ calls, the Halloween Scenario is going to be:

Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario

[diazpatcher]

7x09 my thoughts

"my resignation" WHAT BOBBY WHAT. this man needs extensive therapy bc why does he think he doesn't deserve good things.😭

Athena being the supportive wife she is. "Walking away from the 118" THOSE ARE YOUR KIDS

Edmundo noches is at it, with his ex dead wife's doppelganger 💀 the date is waaaaaaaaaaay to romantic for 2 people who aren't an official item.

Eddie baby no, you're not only emotionally cheating you are full on cheating bro 😭💀 pls let her be part of his mental breakdown.

Athena fighting for bobby even when bobby doesn't want to anymore:( Athena is such a great wife I can't fucking handle it.

Finally they talk about Bobby's struggles, of balancing his past and his present and the guilt he has😭 as much as I want retirement for the Grant-Nashes I don't want Bobby to leave 😭

Bobby is straight up evil, he wants to retire and before he does so, he takes care of every single person in his team "they're not the only kids you're raising Mother Hen"😭

BUCK is the Chef😭 BRO THE WAY HES ACTING MAKES ME THINK HES GONNA DIE😭

Buck and Eddie cooking together😭

Buck looking at Bobby the way a kid looks at their dad waiting for praise 😭 im not okay bro that whole sequence fucked me over. BOBBY😭 7 years😭 "here's to seven more" 😭 Their father son relationship makes me want to chew on glass 😭😭😭 "it's been my pleasure kid"

BUCK MEETS THE DOUBLE, OMG. THE WAY HIS FACE FELL😭 He is so fucking funny I can't 😭OH OH BUCK IS MAD. He used the Back door💀😭 The way he's trying to figure out if Marisol is still around lmao😭 "Eddie who's kim" HILARIOUS ACTUALLY. "Marisols my girlfriend, she just a friend" "a friend who's a dead wringer for your dead wife' OKAY BUCK😭 Buck has healed he is ready to confront and pull Eddie out of his ass. The way Eddie is trying to justify his actions, "does this poor woman know thay she is a carbon copy of your dead wife"

"Im worried about you" HUSBAND BEHAVIOUR 😭😭😭

The kids🥺🥺😭 Wilson-Han family is so special to me❤️ Chim knowing something is wrong with Bobby!!!

I knew that the Council woman was gonna be a bitch. I knew it.

I feel so bad for Kim. She got pulled into this mess it's insane. "But I'm not her" THIS POOR WOMAN. she knows Eddie just wants to replace Shannon with her 😭😭 heartbreaking. "which was not fair to you"

Hey anyways Eddie did that after buck talked to him even his break up with his ex wife's doppelganger is colored by the interactions with buck.

"I never meant to lead you on"

"but you did" 😭 "I guess she was the love of your life" STOPOP😭😭😭

Eddie should be talking about this with Frank 💀

"living happily in Florida with his husband" lmao💀 Okay either Amir is gonna help Bobby or he's gonna torch the place. oh he's gonna torch the place. right.

Mom and Dad are fighting 😭 oh god Athena is so desperate. She's trying so hard. "You're making your round to say goodbye" 😭 Athena still worrying about Bobby being suicidal. "And you're standing on the ledge of a building again, Bobby." 😭 I'm in shambles. somebody glue me back together.

Athena doesn't know about the Book...

"I threw it in the trash on the night of our first date." She gave him hope that he was worth something 😭.

Garica is a BITCH. idc what happened to her she's a bitch. Who is she to refuse Mara a home😭 just bc her idiot son refused treatment. They're ripping apart a family they don't give a shit. Fuck CPS. fuck those 2 especially. ripping Mara out of Karen's grasp what the fuck. Fuck this what the fuck.

WHAT. THE FUCK. IS KIM DOING. SHE GOT A HAIRCUT AND IS.WEARINF SHANNONS DR3SS???????? Eddie looks as horrified as I do. She's pretending to be Shannon IM GOING INSANE. Kim is so smart istg. "You have to let me go" 😭 She is doing the right thing but my god this is psychotic to watch 😭

Eddie finally FINALLy letting go of Shannon is so 😭 he deserves peace. Eddie breakdown era 2.0 let's go. he sounds like a little boy so scared and angry and hurt. CHRIS WALKING IN WITH MARISOL !!!

Bobby, Bobby??? bobby... oh. oh no. He is, he's drinking. Oh my god. he dreamed of his dad while HIS HOUSE IS ON FIRE. ATHENA!! he gets to save his family this time. BOBBY???? HE HAD A HEARTATTACK WHAT.