#self ship smut

[nimue-at-night]

Feeling your f/o's fingers on your most vulnerable area. Either they put them there to tease you or you shoved their hand there because they were too shy - Either or works.

Their soft touch against your sensitive spot, them moving their fingers in a way it leaves shivers down your spine. You can't help but moan lightly, your legs trembling even. Your body starts burning, you start feeling dizzier and dizzier the longer your f/o continues. But it is in a good way. You love the feeling. This feels so good!

Their hand makes you go nuts, your pants becoming heavier. Even if they are a little sloppy, them playing with you while you are so vulnerable... How can you not drive insane!? It makes you wanting to do the same to them, play with their sensitive area. But do you even have the energy at the moment to make them squirm, just like they make you squirm?

You can return the favour at the same time... Or perhaps you wait until your f/o is finished with you, then you try surprising them! Unless your f/o catches you off guard first and makes you play around with them a little - Either with your mouth or fingers.

As long as you two enjoy it though, all is well~

Minors do not interact please!

Proship/Comship do not interact please!

[mellowcremepuff]

Thinking about f/o’s who feel insecure about their size, and how you’d help relieve their fears…

Content: NSFT, penetration, gender neutral reader, ‘they/them’ used for f/o, light breeding kink, light possessiveness, wholesomeness, average/small cock appreciation, you and your f/o just being in love

Word Count: 1745

Minors and proship DNI

This is my first post!! I hope you like it :] shout out to @rowarn and @werecreature-addicted, your writing inspired me to start posting my own!!

nsft under the cut ❤︎₊ ⊹

Shy and reserved f/o’s who take it as just another knock to their self esteem. They take ‘small dick energy’ memes to heart, poor things. They just wish they could be better for you. They never really cared about the size of their dick before, but they want to make you feel good and oh god, what if it’s not enough? What if they’re too small for you?

Self-assured and tough f/o’s who feel like it’s a failure on their part. When they’re trying to jack off they get a jolt of anxiety in their chest that ruins the mood. They’re so stocky and tall and strong, they feel as though they should be packing a monster cock. They’re scared you’ll laugh at them because their cock doesn’t match their overall size. Yeah… it takes a bigger toll on them than they’d care to admit.

And you know what? Their cock isn’t even small, (and even if it was, you’d still adore it!) it’s a wonderful 4 or 5 inches. More than enough to make you feel good and hit all the right spots. More than enough to make you squirm and feel so full. More than enough to feel it twitch inside you as they fill you so deep with their cum…

You’d be so shocked when you found out how insecure they feel. What do they mean? Their cock is perfect!! Perfect in general, but especially for you!!

“…Am I too small for you?” Your f/o just straight up asked you. It was so out of the blue that you struggled to form a response. Your answer came out in a frantic exclamation.

“What?? Of course you’re not! Don’t say things like that!!”

There was an apologetic flash in their eyes.

“Sorry…” they fiddled with their hands, feeling so stupid for even bringing it up. “I just can’t help worrying sometimes.”

You move closer, bringing one hand up to caress their cheek.

“Hey… you know I love you right?” You say softly. They nod, closing their eyes and leaning into your touch. “Well I love everything about you. And I mean everything. Nothing about you is too much or not enough. Especially your size.”

They open their eyes but don’t look at you, instead keeping their gaze downwards.

“I love you…” they mumble sadly, bringing your hand to their mouth to kiss your palm. You melt a little at the gesture, and bring your free hand up to rub their arm reassuringly.

“You know it’d be painful if it was too big, right?” You say.

They nod, though still refuse to meet your gaze. Inside their head however, their perspective was starting to shift. They would never want to hurt you… that would be even worse than not being big enough.

“If a penis is too big, it can make certain positions and even going too fast impossible.”

Your f/o pauses.

“…I didn’t know that…”

“Here, hang on.”

You turn and walk away with a purposeful step, and your f/o tilts their head in confusion as to what you could possibly be doing. You rummage around in the cupboards and draws for a short while, before triumphantly reappearing with a tape measure held aloft.

Your f/o’s breath hitches, a million things racing through their mind.

You fiddle with the tape measure as you make your way back over to them. By the time you reach them, the tape measure is pulled to 8 inches

“Look.” You say, one hand on your hip, the other holding the yellow metal strip up between you and your f/o.

Their heart began to sink. You would need both hands and your mouth to pleasure a cock that big. They couldn’t help but start to feel inadequate again.

It hurt like hell. They hated it…

“Look at this. Where is this going??” You held the tape measure diagonally against your cheek and neck. “Not in here!”

Your f/o couldn’t help but snort-laugh at your comical display. The sudden burst of laughter felt good, and they felt the insecurity inside them start to dissipate as quickly as it had appeared.

The more they examined the scene in front of them, the more they agreed. That length would make you choke- in an uncomfy way, not a sexy way.

You resize the tape measure, down to 4 inches.

“Now look,” you hold the tape measure up to your cheek again. Even outside of your mouth it seems a much better fit. “See?”

Your f/o shifts, dirty thoughts racing in their mind.

“Okay…” they say, their cheeks growing hot. “Yeah, I see… I’m sorry…”

Your face falls, and you move to cup their cheeks in both hands, discarding the tape measure to the ground.

“Hey… don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for,” You hold your breath a little. “I understand feeling insecure about… this kind of stuff…”

Your f/o’s heart skips.

“What? But you’re gorgeous! I wouldn’t change you or your body for the world! I don’t want anyone who isn’t you!”

They’re a little offended on your behalf. How dare you say such things about yourself! Can’t you see how wonderful you are? They’re so in love with you, and so attracted to you! You’re cute and gorgeous and sexy and funny and every good descriptor ever!

You chuckle a little, placing a kiss on their lips.

“That’s how I feel about you, silly.”

…..Ah.

Your f/o feels like they could die of happiness right there. God, what did they do to deserve you?

“You’re always good enough for me. You and your cock…”

You both can’t help but bust out laughing at the immaturity of that last part, but the loving sentiment is still very much there.

Your f/o is okay now, but they just want to fall on top of you and be held forever. Their mind is so tired, but they’re so so lucky to have you. They pull you into a hug, nuzzling their face against your neck.

“If I was bigger, you wouldn’t be able to take me in your mouth…” they mumble, as if saying the facts out loud will cement them in their head. “An' going fast would hurt.”

You wiggle a little, and they pull their face away from your neck. You place a hand on the back of theirs, and lean in close to their ear with a smirk.

“You wouldn’t be able to go balls deep either.” You say in a half-whisper.

You feel them tense, and hear them audibly gulp.

“Imagine that.” You continue. “Never being able to feel my legs wrapped around your waist, or slam your hips into me from behind. You wouldn’t want that, right?”

They were perfect.

They were always enough.

You weren’t going to let them forget.

And if you had to get them addicted to the feeling of your tight hole around them to make them remember it, you would.

As quickly as the conversation began you were naked on your bed, nails digging into skin and your f/o’s cock filling you up so good, pumping into you at a delicious pace. They practically had you in a mating press, caging you in under their arms and looking down at you with a glint in their eyes you’d never seen before.

They would pull out just enough to tease you with the feeling of emptiness, before slamming forwards and bottoming out inside you over and over. They kept angling just right to hit that sweet spot, and every moan and whimper just made them harder.

Nothing existed in that moment except the two of you. You were both drunk on each other, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. You wanted to fuck each other stupid and fall asleep holding each other. Together forever, so safe and so loved.

“See?” Your voice was weak as you caressed the back of their neck, pulling them into you. “Feel how you’re balls deep inside me right now? If you were bigger you wouldn’t be able to do this. We couldn’t be as close as we are right now.”

Your breath hitches as you feel them twitch inside you. You let out a moan, bucking up into them. The sensation elicits a growl from your f/o, a growl that sends tingles through your entire body.

“You’re not too small, okay? You’re good enough.” Your next words come out in a breathy giggle. “You and your cock are more than good enough. I love being able to take all of you. I love you.”

You do. You love them so much, and you’ll never stand for them talking badly about themselves. Not ever.

“Fuck…” your f/o growls against your neck, sucking and nibbling on your delicate skin. They were gonna mark you, so everyone knew you were their partner. No one else could have you like this. “Fucking love you… I love you so much.”

Their pace started to get sloppier as your highs both approached.

“I make you feel so full, right? I stretch you out and hit all the right places, huh?” Your f/o tugged on your hair to make sure you were definitely paying attention. You could only respond in fucked-out whimpers.

“Y-yeah… fuck… you do, baby. ‘Y fill me up so good..”

“Fuck yeah I do… gonna make you addicted to my cock…”

You gripped their shoulders tightly as your eyes began to glaze over.

“I already am… oh, fuck, I don’t want anyone else, ever. I only want you…”

“Me too…”

Your f/o grips your hips and bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder. The sensation makes you gasp, and you feel their smirk against your skin.

“Fill me…” you begged. “Fill me up with your cum, please.”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m gonna fill you, sweetheart. Take it… take all of it. Fuck, I’m gonna- gonna cum-! T-together… Cum with me, please-!”

Your orgasms felt like they lasted for an eternity. Sweet, pulsing bliss and cloudy minds, guttural moans and squeezing muscles. In the afterglow, you snuggled as close as you could get to each other, each trying so desperately to catch your breath.

“Shit…” your f/o growled, leaning up to place a kiss on your forehead. “I love you…“

You smiled, feeling so fucked-out and blissful and in love. So full of love.

“I love you too.”

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[lost-in-babylon]

some self indulgent writing because I didn't hear my alarm and missed my classes today lol 👉👈 also heavily inspired by this post - I really need a better alarm ;3

You're the sleepyhead in the couple - you always were. No matter how hard you try, you just can't get up early in the morning even when you really really should.

So of course your f/o is the one who's gotta give you some input to help you get up. They start by smothering you with kisses all over your face. they know it's not enough but it's mostly to remind you that they love you so much all they wanna do is kiss you. Always. Everywhere.

They slowly make their way with their lips down your neck, your breasts, your belly till they get right between your thighs. They plant a small, gentle kiss on your lap, napping at the fibre of your panties.

They finally get your attention as you slowly, sleepily tilt your head up towards them asking what they're up to and they just look at you with puppy eyes telling you you really need to get up or you're gonna be late.

You squirm, you really don't want to- actually you physically can't get up, the blankets are so cozy and you don't wanna leave the bed!

So they sigh. And then proceed to give you an ultimatum. You either get up now or they're gonna have to eat you out until you can't take it anymore and eventually pass out for real.

You smirk, cocky. Why would that be a bad thing? You love being eaten out by your f/o after all, you'd let them do that all the time if you both had the right amount of time~

They try to make it easy for you to understand. You will cum once. You will cum twice. You will cum three, four, five more times and more and more again but they'll never stop. Not until you finally give up and leave the bed so you can get ready for the day.

You try not to show it but you cannot help but swallow at the thought, yet you keep your composure. Your eyes actually light up with a fun look of dare.

Try me.

You really wanna see just how far they'll go for you. You really wanna see how much you can take.

So they oblige, push your panties aside and start licking. At first, you enjoy the feeling and just dwell in it. Their tongue feels warm and soft, it's just heavenly the way they stroke your clit in circles with it.

Then they start pushing their tongue in. You can't help but shiver a little after you realize what they're trying to do. But you try to remain unfazed. You try and resist as much as you can, enjoying the cozy feeling of their warm mouth between your legs as you wrap you both in the blankets. Eventually you cave in and reach your first orgasm. It's a rather silent one, calm, still very sleepy except for some faint moaning on your part.

But they don't stop. They keep going, licking, kissing, teasing. You suddenly remember the deal that you forgot for a moment. You suddenly realize that they meant it.

They're not gonna stop until you get up.

You resist the urge to tell them that you already came, you don't want to give them any satisfaction still. But the more they keep going, the more your body builds up that sweet adrenaline that you're so familiar with when they take care of you. It becomes harder and harder to ignore the tingling feeling down there. You don't want to admit it but you're already a whimpering mess, and so terribly wet. It doesn't help that you can feel them smiling against the wetness of your labia. Soon you cum again, this time its a bit rougher and you start to move frantically, feeling the rush running throughout your body and they don't stop. They savour your taste, every drop of that poorly hidden pleasure they're forcing out of you in attempt to help you get out of bed and as you start getting agitated you feel their hands holding you down. You're not allowed to escape, not until you say it out loud. They hold dear of your perfect little flower, not ever letting it rest, suckling on it, letting their tongue push through your pretty, desperate hole~

At this point you're just an overstimulated mess, dripping wet in between your thighs and tears start running down your face as your voice starts raining in pitch. You can feel yourself almost getting numb down there.

You can't resist any longer and you know it. You both know it. They let you cum again, and again until you finally cave in.

"Please" you say with a shaky breath "Please, I- I can't take it anymore..."

They stop to stare at you, unfazed as they weren't just sucking your soul out from the pleasure a moment ago

"So you're finally getting up?"

You nod, assuring them you are indeed getting out of bed. They give you the warmest, most beautiful smile and reach out to give you the sloppiest kiss they ever gave you, so that you can taste yourself from their lips and see just how intoxicating and addicting you really are.

They help you out of bed minding your shaky legs, getting ready to make you some breakfast. You've been such a good girl after all~

[herr-aka-somecutenerd]

!!NSFW!!

for chubby self shippers

your f/o saying that you're "no less attractive" with your body type is cool but

imagine them showing/saying that they just love your body exactly the way it is

if you have plump chest they'll grab and massage it

they will grab you'll belly and gently rub it

they will squish their head between your thigh

gosh they will grab you everywhere, they just love your soft squishy body to the point where they're obsessed with it

[horny00selfshipper]

my mate's thighs are biteable

[prismatica-the-strange]

Bite Me | God, I Love Party Girl Brains

Warnings: 18+, alcohol use, Blaine is nasty as usual, sexual tension, exhibitionism mention, smut, p in v, degradation, multiple creampies, kind of fluffy at the end

Synopsis: There's a mix-up in the Scratching Post kitchen and Cori and Blaine take advantage of it.

Word Count: 2.3k

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"Don E!" Cori whines, bursting through the doors of the kitchen of The Scratching Post.

"Yeah, what's up C?" He asks, not looking up from the plates he's moving.

"I think there was a mix-up," She wraps her arm around her stomach, tossing her hair, "You said you gave me the creative writer, but I think I got party girl instead."

"No, nope," He shakes his head, "No way there was a mix-up."

He looks up to see her head tilted, annoyingly chewing gum with her mouth open.

"Though I have been wrong before."

"Something wrong?" Blaine asks, coming in the back.

His eyebrows raise when she sighs, "No. It's whatever."

"Okay..." He glances at Don E.

"I'm gonna go change," She says, tugging at her cargo pants, "I'm gonna send you an EDM playlist D, you should play it tonight. I wanna dance."

Blaine watches her walk out, specifically the sway of her hips and ass, before turning to Don E, looking for an explanation.

"We're gonna have to change the menu for tonight, some idiot switched the Writer and Party Girl brains."

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"What happened to the playlist I sent you?" She pouts at Don E, tits threatening to spill out of her tight top when she leans over the bar.

"No way am I putting on that trash, sorry C."

"Can you at least get me a shot of Patron?"

"How about some Vodka?"

She stomps her foot and huffs as she stands up. She crosses her arms and turns to scan the crowd.

She makes her way through a group of people when she spots Blaine, latching onto his arm.

"Blaineyyyy," She whines, "Don E's being mean to me."

"I'm sorry, sugar, I'll take care of it once I'm done here," He kisses the top of her head and she looks absolutely crestfallen. She stays there, hanging off of him for another ten or so minutes before storming off.

She walks right behind the bar and picks up the sound system tablet.

"What are you doing?" Don E asks, reaching to take it from her.

"If you're both going to ignore me, then I'm putting something to dance to," She explains, pulling it away from him, "If you're serving Party Girl, you should have the right vibe anyways."

She taps play on her playlist and her face lights up, setting down the tablet and downing the drink he was about to serve.

He looks flabbergasted when she hands the empty glass back to him and walks out to the growing crowd on the dancefloor.

"Kesha? Really?" He calls after her and she flips him off.

Blaine is more confused than he should be when music starts blaring from the club's speakers, bass boosted so hard, the liquor on nearby tables is rippling in its glasses.

He looks over at the bar only to see Don E rolling his eyes and muttering to himself.

He can barely hear the possible 'investor' he's talking to over the noise.

His attention wanders, as do his eyes, flitting over the crowd until he sees her. She's jumping and moving to the music, lost in her own world, and his stare rakes down her body.

"That has got to be the shortest skirt she owns," He says absentmindedly, small smirk on his lips.

"I'm sorry, maybe we can finish this conversation later when it's not so loud," He says to the man standing across from him before heading to the bar.

"Cori said you were being mean to her," He chuckles.

"Yeah, I wouldn't play her shit music or start her on tequila."

"Looks like she found a workaround," Blaine laughs, pouring himself another drink.

"Dude, we've gotta get her on a new brain," Don E groans, "She wants to add a permanent DJ booth and was looking into getting an industrial fog machine and glow sticks in bulk."

"Ah, we'll just keep her from making any big purchases and it'll be fine."

"You sure about that?" Don E motions to the dance floor and he turns to see what he's talking about, sipping his drink.

Cori is rolling her body against some random guy in time with the music while he runs his hands across her curves, fingers dipping just below the waistband of her skirt. She seems blissfully ignorant of how she's being stared at by a handful of patrons.

The glass surprisingly doesn't crack when he slams it back on the counter. He shoves his way through the mass of writhing bodies until he's standing in front of her. He grabs her arm and tugs her away from her dance partner, his eyes red and face more pallid than usual.

After successfully scaring off the potential threat, he turns to her.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" He spits.

"Well, you weren't going to dance with me."

"Sweetheart, that wasn't dancing, that was him dry-humping you on the dancefloor."

He can't help but agree with Don E's idea of getting her off this brain when she rolls her eyes.

"Hey," He grips her chin, forcing her to look at him, "If you wanted someone to fuck you in front of all these people, you could have just asked."

"You're disgusting."

"I'm exactly how you like me," He growls, pushing his lips against hers.

She's into it, he can tell by the way she tugs him closer by the shirt and moans into his mouth.

"I get the feeling you find the idea appealing," He teases, making her whimper, "Aw, but someone wanted to dance."

She smirks, accepting his little challenge of who will break first. She turns and sways her hips to the music, pressing her ass against him, arms raising to trail her fingers down his cheek.

He can't help but laugh, he's so whipped for her.

His hands hold her waist, taking a moment to find the beat and move with her.

He tries not to groan when she grinds back on him, already hard in his tight jeans, his grip bruising. She cocks her head aside when he starts sucking her neck.

She has to pry him off her to step away and peel her jacket off, revealing all the bare skin of her chest and shoulders he needs to get his mouth on.

He pulls her back in, thumbs rubbing her midriff, "You're so hot."

Her fingers trace his chin before she swivels her hips to the beat, reaching down to take one of his hands. He raises it to let her spin slowly, leading him back to the bar.

He presses her against the counter, the edge cutting into her stomach.

"What do you want?"

She pushes her ass against his hard-on and he chokes out, "Tequila! F-fuck..."

"So she just gets whatever she wants?" Don E complains.

"I always do," She grins, throwing back the shot, taping the rim to signal she wants another.

Don E looks back at Blaine who eagerly nods for him to do what she says.

"You know, if I had done something like this," He pours her another shot, "I wouldn't still be here."

"Fucking the owner has its perks," She winks at him and Blaine buries his face in her neck, nipping at her skin, "Speaking of which."

He starts pulling her away, towards the office.

"Please don't fuck on my desk," Don E calls after them, "Blaine? Cori? Please?"

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She cuts him off by sliding the door shut behind them. Blaine ambushes her, hands sliding under her shirt, tongue shoving it's way past her lips.

She pulls away with a grin, "I win."

"Shut the fuck up," He chuckles. He grabs the back of her thighs and hoists her up.

She wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him while he moves to set her on the desk.

"Oh please Mr. Club owner, I swear I thought I could pay for those drinks," She says with an exaggerated pout, "How can I ever make up for it?"

He laughs against her lips, tickled by her theatrics.

"Oh, I can think of a few ways, sweetheart," He starts bunching her skirt up around her waist, drooling at the sight of her black lace panties.

He presses two fingers against her slit through them, letting out a shaky breathe when he feels how wet she is.

He hooks them on his fingers and drags them down, tossing them over his shoulder.

"Now why don't you be a good girl and keep these pretty legs spread for me?"

She bites her bottom lip as she raises her legs, heels resting on the edge of the desk.

She watches him unbutton his jeans, pulling off her shirt. She can't stop herself from reaching between her legs to play with her clit as she watches him, muscles tensing at the feeling.

"Oh, honey," He groans, frozen with his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, eyes zeroed in on her cunt, "That's gotta be the hottest thing I've ever seen."

He shucks off his underwear and slowly starts fisting his cock, "You touchin' yourself cause of me, sweetness?"

"Uh-huh," She nods, "Blaine..."

He could almost cum from the way she sighs his name while sliding her fingers into her pussy.

He watches her for a minute, taking note of the way her eyebrows furrow when she can't reach the spot she needs.

"Your fingers too small?" He teases, pulling her hand away, "Need me to make you feel good?"

"Please," She whimpers at the feeling of him running his tip through her utterly soaked folds.

"Please what?"

"Please make me feel good, Blaine," She begs, "Need your cock-!"

She chokes on her words when he slams into her, the force making her feet slip so she has to wrap her legs around his waist.

"F-fuck! Blaine!" She holds onto his shoulders for dear life as he pistons in and out of her.

"This is what you wanted, right?" He growls against her ear, "Wanted to be fucked like a whore?"

"Yes! Yesyesyes!" She whines, "Wanna be a good whore for you baby!"

"Just for me?" His possessiveness taking over.

"Just for you," She confirms, pulling him to her lips.

She cries out when he grins and reaches down to rub her clit.

"Then be a good little whore for me and cum."

The laugh that leaves him is nothing less than sadistic as she jerks in his arms and screams out his name.

"Oh fuck baby," He chokes out, "Juuust like that. So tight sweetheart."

He doesn't slow down and her vision blurs.

"B-Blaine! Fuck!"

His abuse of her clit only worsens when he sees tears start to form.

"Aw poor p-poor thing," He forces out, "But this is what she wanted, yeah? Wanted to be fucked like a slut? Just couldn't keep her clothes on. Needed my dick inside her sooo bad."

"Blaine!" She sobs when her second orgasm wracks through her and he gasps.

"Baby- Cori- ah," He presses his forehead to hers, mouth hanging open. Her eyes roll back when she feels him spill into her, "Ah, Sweetheart, beautiful girl."

She slumps back onto the desk, pulling him with her. He rests his head on her chest and mutters soft praises as he kisses her skin.

"You're soft," He hums. He takes his time squeezing and groping her hips and thighs.

He straightens up and pulls out, making her shiver.

Propping herself up on her elbows and locking eyes with him while he pulls on his pants, she reaches down, collects the cum dripping out of her, and fucks it back inside her with her middle and ring finger.

"Don't do that," He breathes, pants hanging off his hips, dick already starting to harden again, "That's my job."

He yanks her off the desk before spinning her around and shoving her face down on it.

She claws at the wood, pornographic moan leaving her when he slams back into her.

"That's it, baby," He grins, "I know you love it when I'm rough with you."

She tries to give him a witty comeback, but it comes out as a garbled, rambling mess.

He's feral, not giving her time to breathe, making her gasp with each thrust.

"You wanted my cum, huh?" He asks and she nods dumbly, "Well, you're gonna get it, sweetheart. Load after load of it in this sweet, sweet pussy."

Her heartbeat is nearly up to 20 beats a minute by the time he's done with her. The desk is a mess. Not just strewn with papers and pens but with cum and sweat smeared and puddled on it.

"Blainey," Her voice is hoarse from screaming, certain the clubbers outside the door could hear them going at it like rabbits. She clings to his neck, nails scratching at his scalp.

He's lying on top of her, trying to catch his breath.

"Please don't ask for one more, baby," He pants, "Cause I'll be honest, I don't think I have it in me."

"'M tired."

"Yeah, me too."

He pushes himself up, leaning on his arms to look down at her.

She looks absolutely wrecked. Countless orgasms and her hair is everywhere, lipstick smeared, eyeshadow running down her cheeks.

"You're beautiful," He whispers, leaning down to kiss her, "Let's go home."

She nods, letting him pull her into a sitting position.

He throws his clothes back on and helps her pull on her panties.

She tries to stand, but her legs are jelly beneath her and she nearly falls.

"I gotcha, sugar," He hooks his arm under her legs and scoops her up.

She wraps one arm around his neck, resting the other on his chest.

"My Prince Charming," She sighs sleepily.

"Now, I wouldn't go that far," He grins, "But I appreciate the compliment."

[everotica-library]

An Energetic Night

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Sakuma Ritsu, Original Character

Pairing: Sakuma Ritsu/Original Character

Type: amab x afab

Summary: Ann thought Ritsu was already sleeping… But no, at night he seems to become more energetic.

Words: 2,797

Nighttime was meant for one thing and one alone… Sleeping time. Then again, for Ritsu that may as well have been any time of the day. He was easily exhausted, sleeping the day away… Well, if he could. But work would not allow him to do it all day long so he planned to get a nap whenever he could. That was as far as Ann had known and so they had assumed that Ritsu was sound asleep that night. It allowed them to finish their work before taking off their pants and socks, then going to bed. They were slipping into the futon right next to him and wanting to drift to sleep, closing their eyes after having laid down… Only to shoot them open right the next moment.

They had been grabbed only seconds after laying down. That part had not been unusual. They were used to being embraced like that pretty quickly, almost right away even. Even when they felt their body being pulled closer they did not think much just yet. What made them open their eyes in one go was the sudden soft yet wet feeling tracing upwards the side of their neck, a sound audible in their ears, even louder due to the silence. And the wet feeling on their neck stayed for a little while longer. They let out short breaths, noticing the goosebumps. And it had not stopped with that, oh no. Far from it.

Next thing they knew were the pair of hands sneaking down, beneath their shirt and having a sudden grasp on both of their breasts, groping them all over. “Huh, so I wasn't imagining it a few nights ago. There is no bra~” The voice chuckled as both hands were kneading their chest, over and over. First tight, then loosening and repeating this pattern. That or the hands were just busy moving the breasts up and down, as if making their point right then and there. Regardless, the result was all the same, with Ann being a bit of a squirming mess.

Thoughts were already racing through their mind, yet even more when feeling something poke around their asscheeks, resulting in endless squirms. “Pervert~” They heard the voice teasing them before feeling yet another lick across their neck. And another. And there it was again, as if they were being taste tested over and over.

“R… Ritsu!?” They let out, a bit too loud maybe. “N… Not… Asleep?”

He only chuckled at first, then licking once more before whispering: “Sorry but it just overcame me~” The tone was the exact opposite if apologetic however.

“O… Over… came?“

“Yeah. Ann–Chan's scent is just too alluring sometimes~” Or was that just an excuse? Either way, he had leaned in closer, for a moment pausing his groping and sucking. Well, his mouth may as well have been close to their ear, given they were literally feeling his breath. “Or… Do you not want to right now?”

He was asking that a bit too late, all while in the middle of groping. How ironic… But… “I… never said… That…” They responded, even if very slowly. “Just… Sudden… And… I would've said ‘stop’ already…” That was the truth. They both should know. If Ann had been truly unwilling, they would have done something about it. But they gave in fairly easily, allowing Ritsu to toy around as he pleases.

A short moment of silence, a breather, yet then he chuckled shortly after. “Really now? Then you won't mind if…” He didn't finish that sentence however and instead let his actions speak. Thumb and the pointing finger on each side were having a grasp on their nipples, twisting both around and pinching them. They squealed with each movement, panting over and over.

“N… Not at… All…” They forced it out of their mouth, stuttering. But this reaction made him only let out his ever so soft chuckle, pressing his body against theirs as he moved his hips slightly, as if teasing them. Pinching and twisting, shoving and rubbing… It made their head feel more and more lightheaded each time. All from mere touches, simple teasing, only attacking one vulnerable area. Squealing and squirming, right under the sheets.

Though it was a contrast from all expectations Ann had. The usual sleepy Ritsu, moving his hands and hips, imitating thrusting movements with his hips, one after the other. It was all he did and yet it got them hot and bothered enough to make their hips wiggle around. They panted and panted, starting to whisper his name over and over, the tone ever so begging. But they wanted more as their body continued to show the signs of a hot and bothered person. More… More. More!

It led them to turning their head around, or the best they could. It was dark, certainly, yet they wanted to face him, begging for something else. Could he see? Would he be able to tell? It was dark after all and yet they had kept their face within reach. They could only feel his gaze right at them, the teasing eyes piercing right through them. And yet he seemed to do nothing but stare at them for a while, only taking in the sight or at least he hints he might have seen. His grip became tighter, his gropes faster, his pinches more intense. He didn't act much further than that, continuing to toy around instead.

“Do you want something~?” He asked, as if clueless yet his tone spoke for itself. He knew, he so knew. He had to know. And yet, he wanted to hear it from their very own mouth, didn't he? Hence why he edged them on further, didn't he?

They felt one of his hands trailing down, letting go of one of their boobs, softly sliding against their skin. Said hand had been a little sneaky, going down and once reaching down enough sliding beneath their panties. He then poked their slid with one of his fingers before tracing up and down right against it, making them aware how wet they had gotten. Even the slightest touch made them whimper, each movement made their skin have goosebumps. Thinking became literally impossible under these circumstances. Then again, not as if that had been an option to begin with.

“Ann–Chan, I'm waiting~” They heard him tease, noticing that his face had gotten closer. The breath had been against their lips and yet he only remained so close. He did not lean in or anything like that, no. He was so close, so very close, but he did not move an inch further. Right in the line of fire and yet all he did was make them breath and beg, witness as they were losing their mind more and more. 

Not to mention that his fingers were also so close, so very close. And yet, he had not been acting upon anything, only teasing them by making them aware of his sheer presence. They didn’t want to say it and yet, they felt like they had to. Otherwise he would just not budge, at all. “K… Kiss…” They mumbled, uttering it awfully quietly.

“A what~?”

“K… Ki…Kiki—”

“Speak up~”

“A… kiss!” THe impatience in their voice could be heard. They didn’t want to wait any longer! They had to feel his lips, now! It was just hard to launch their head forward like this, being constantly distracted by his touches like that!

“Oh, that. Hmmm…” He seemed to pretend thinking for a moment, still making the finger move up and down their entrance, not seeming to stop. But they did not need to wait for long, not anymore. 

Just as he started to move his finger backwards and add a second to slide it right inside he closed the distance between the two in one swoop, pressing his lips against their own. They were cold yet soft all the same. The first time they had felt them they had nearly flinched yet by now they were used to the temperature as well as the taste. And they loved said taste, not wanting to take this over any other. 

And yet, at the same time, it may as well have been a near death combination. They just couldn’t help it however and drowned in the pleasure provided by his fingers, slamming in and out of her pussy and making sure wet noises came out of it. They moaned right into the kisses, every single one of them, and they couldn’t hold it back. In and out, all while he was playing around with their lips alongside his own. At a point when they had opened said mouth he even slid his very own tongue in, making sure the two were pressing their tongues together and tasting each other directly. It was all sloppy. Sloppy in execution but very intense. Ritsu had decided to not hold back at all. It was as if he himself was slowly growing addicted to this, busy claiming what was his.

They could feel his fingers in there, the amount of volume they had been taking up. The fingers reached inside as deeply as they could and yet they just couldn’t reach the deepest point. But that was alright, it made them dizzy anyway. And despite the fluids dripping out with each thrust they were only becoming thirstier for more. Any type of hesitation Ann could have had was thrown right out of the window and instead was replaced with the utmost pleasure they could feel at this very moment. Their head could just barely comprehend what was going on, skipping to one thought after the other. But maybe… This wasn’t so bad.

Some time had passed, the time of non stop teasing and kissing, having had their insides ravished by a mere pair of fingers. And yet, it would not stay at the fingers, far from it. Because before Ann themself had seen it coming they had Ritsu right in their view, somewhat. A rare instance of him being actually on top. Ritsu, the guy who would usually lay or sit down, first watching his partner bounce before doing anything at all. And yet, tonight he seemed to be a little impatient. Or so he had claimed. 

He had pressed them down onto the futon out of nowhere, pulling down their own panties before setting his own dick free, having teased them with the mere possibility to stick his member as deep as possible into their pussy. Then again, he did so anyway after a few times he had moved it up and down against their pussylips, shoving it in right then and there and spreading their insides wide.

They could feel the outline of his dick, making them squeal and their insides grasp tightly onto his member, squeezing it already. They had grown tight, all from his teasing alone, and now they were about to get fucked. Literally, they are fucked. Fucked by a side they had never imagined of seeing before. 

They felt him shove, pushing his hips back and forth, first slowly yet intensely. He started to speed up eventually, making their legs shake with each thrust as they were dangling right in the air. It was intense, more than they were ever used to from him. He was really going at it, unable to hold himself back, as if having been deprived of this pleasure for some time. And it had not been this long… Had it? Then again, for Ritsu any minute away might be ‘too long’. 

Maybe that is why he had not hesitated all of a sudden, getting ever so close. He even made them lift up their arms to hold onto him tightly, right around his neck, solely to have them as closely as possible. And even if it was all dark one could only feel the other’s gaze and none dared to look away for even a second. 

All while each of them let out their breaths, pants and moans, taking in the pleasure at this very moment. Each thrust made them have several shivers go down their spine. Each movement made them feel all sorts of things through their body, while the intensity only increased more and more. It was an addicting feeling of its own. ‘ Don’t stop! Please, not yet! ’ Something Ann could only beg for in their mind. They were no better in the end, always out for their beloved’s attention one way or another. This moment was of course no exception. Talk about being lost in the moment.

But just when one may believe that it could have not gotten more intense it could have not been more wrong. Because they suddenly felt his chest pressed against their own, him smushing their boobs together with it, being ever so close. They could feel and hear it, how heavy his breaths had gotten as well as how quick and intense his movements had been from one moment to the next. It made their own thoughts race, their mouth opening and closing in sync, clutching onto him. Not just with their hands but also with their inner walls, those being unable to let go of his dick at that rate. Heavier breaths, their voices mixing together, becoming louder. 

His dick had been twitching, several times. “C… Close… I… Have to—” He was about to say yet they interrupted him, just barely managing to do so. 

“I… Inside… Please… Inside! Ritsu~!” They were practically begging him at this point. It had happened so many times that it just doesn't matter anymore. Besides, it felt the best that way, having it all released right in there.

“Talk about needy~ But fine.” He chuckled in response, then intensifying the movements of his hips. Over and over, he was slamming his dick right inside of them, not stopping to move. It made them let it all out, mind skipping all over the place, though thinking about only one thing all the same. Just barely keeping up, skin smacking together over and over, the thrusts seeming endless until— 

He had gone stiff all of a sudden, his movements stopping from one moment to the next and instead he had rammed his dick deep inside their pussy, filling it all up with his seed, planting it right into them. Right on cue their own body had grown stiff as well, holding as tightly as possibly onto him while taking all of the seed in, being filled up to the brim. They could feel it all overflowing, unable to keep it all inside. Some were dripping down their legs already, probably making a mess on the sheets. This will leave some stains later but they couldn’t worry about that right now. Or rather, they just didn’t want to worry about it. This was going to be a problem for their future self to deal with. 

Thus, after Ritsu had pumped it all out he suddenly somewhat collapsed onto them, panting a few times into one of their ears. He didn’t speak, only let out his breath, making them a little worried once coming to their senses. “R… Ritsu? Was it… Too intense?” They asked carefully. Maybe they should have seen it coming. Maybe this had tired him out, being way too much. 

“N… No. I’m fine… Just a moment…” He reassured them however, then letting out a few more pants before seeming to get a little cozier. They could feel him nuzzling against them, then chuckling as if nothing had happened. “In fact, I could go for round two soon~”

“R… Round… Two?” They repeated, a little confused sounding. Round two… That was not something they heard often if ever. Well, they had heard it before but it was so rare that it would always catch them off guard.

“Can’t I?” He asked, not stopping the cat–like nuzzles. “Well, it can’t be helped if Ann–Chan is tired.”

“Tha— Not what I was saying! Just—”

“So round two?” He interrupted, silencing them almost on the spot. Round two… A round two… Honestly, they had nothing against that. A round two sounded like something they would hardly say no to. Especially when their body still seemed to itch for more, unable to deny that they were still in the mood. 

“That… Is fine but… Don’t exhaust… Yourself.”

“I won’t, promise. I just want some more. Is that so bad?”

“Never said that! Just—”

“Don’t worry so much. I’m doing just fine~” He said before lifting himself off them for a moment, to eye them yet again… Or ‘eye’, it was still dark in the room after all. “Let’s worry about some love making instead, alright?”

Who knew Ritsu could be so energetic at night…

[m-ayo-o]

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18+ best friend Megumi x reader wc 1100 things got a bit out of hand... selfshiptember; 12 // first kiss

The idea of giving away your first kiss is a daunting one. You feel anxious and pressured about it, your peers already well ahead of the game. And at eighteen, sure, it’s ok if they want to have all the freaky sexual experiences you wish they didn’t tell you about. But for you, that kind of thing has never come easy.

You get so hung up on the feelings in any possible romantic relationship, dawdling around wondering if they like you for the right reasons, only for them to become impatient, put off by your timid nature.

And sure, some of your friends tease you for it, but that’s just how you are.

But there’s one friend, your best friend, who never speaks on the matter. In fact, over time you realise he’s never spilled a single detail of his own intimate experiences. And that’s got you curious.

“Megumi,” you peer over at him from your desk after finishing another study session, “how was your… first kiss?”

He’s lying comfortably on your bed, his dark eyes pulled from his book, staring at you before he shakes his head, “haven’t had it.”

“Oh”

He knows you’ve been worried about it recently, getting hung up on what all your friends are telling you.

“You shouldn’t compare yourself to others”

“Yeah, but,” you feel a bit shy admitting this, “it’s not like I don’t want to, it’s just hard to find that…”

“Connection?”

“Mm” you smile, feeling comforted by his understanding. But it’s always like that with him. If nobody else gets you, it doesn’t matter. You know he will.

There’s a long pause, Megumi’s eyes dropping down to his book again.

“Do you think we–” he stops, frowning slightly that his words aren’t coming out, “do you think we might have… a connection?”

You jump at the sudden unfamiliar tingle that surges through your stomach and chest, making its way to your cheeks. It took you off guard, but that felt nice.

And, of course, you’re close, you support and appreciate each other as best friends do. How could you not feel connected to such a person?

“Mhm” you give him a little nod.

“So… what about me?” he asks, hesitation fading as he notices that pretty blush on your face.

You tilt your head to the side, “hm?”

“Why don’t you kiss me?”

The end of his question leaves a stifling silence in the air, like the calm before the storm.

And before you know it, you’re standing from your desk chair and kneeling next to him on your bed, like he’s pulling you in with invisible rope.

His hands are releasing his book, instead finding your shirt and the back of your neck, squeezing and tugging you closer.

He leans up, your lips drawn together, so close you can feel his breath.

Leaving you no time to overthink, he grabs you and seals your lips with his.

“mmf–” your voice is muffled by his sudden contact.

His lips are soft and hot, all of your senses overwhelmed by him.

And he pulls you closer still, his hand working into your hair.

You feel his mouth open a fraction, his tongue gently sliding over your lip. Your body reacts before you can think, opening for him, feeling his tongue with your own.

The kiss gets feverish, your breathing becoming erratic, mouths opening wider to taste each other eagerly.

Then you feel his teeth.

The impact of his first bite makes you shake.

But the second time, once he realises you liked it, when he’s pulling away with your bottom lip between his incisors, has you whimpering.

“You like that?”

Fuck. Since when did Megumi talk like that?

You nod.

So he does it again and again, kissing and biting and sucking till he’s pulling you onto his lap with your legs spread.

You realise when he’s ripping your shirt off and your hands are tugging at his belt, that you both may need more than a kiss.

You get greedy, that little bit more turning into him unzipping his jeans, his cock slipping out.

Instinct takes over when he pulls your naked body onto him, over him.

He eases in, so gentle, leaving you lightheaded, fucking you with his tip, then half his length, until you’re sitting on him, taking him all.

And he ruts up into you on his lap, thrusting as hard and fast as his body will let him, grabbing at your hips.

You’re so desperate to tell him how good he’s making you feel– you want to praise him with all the pretty words you can think of.

But you can’t.

Because your best friend is fucking the breath right out of your lungs.

He’s just so deep and hard that he’s leaving you feeling choked.

Despite this, your lips part, intent on forming a sentence.

You take in a few ragged breaths, little vocalisations sounding on every exhale.

To your dismay and confusion, the words die in your throat. All you’re left with is–

“M-Megumi–”

And it’s ruining him.

Those beautiful, strangled whimpers are driving him insane.

He gives you a mixed look– it feels like anger, maybe pain.

He’s staring at your lips, the way they move and form his name.

If he hears it one more time he might do something hopelessly romantic. Like tell you he loves you, or ask you to be only his.

So he grips your neck and takes your lips in a desperate kiss, committed to silencing you with his tongue.

It’s intense and wet and hot, his cock digging into you deeper and harder than before.

Until his restless pumping gets you feeling something so pure and primal, you can only follow the rush, helplessly craving release.

And you know he feels the same, recognising the look in his eyes, not as anger or pain, but passion.

Now he can’t help it, he can’t hold it back anymore. That maddening thought in his head, the feeling in his chest, it just has to come out–

“I love you”

The deep tones of his voice, those three words, the unabated drag of his cock, all have you spiralling into your dizzying high.

“I love you too, Megumi” your whimpered reply leaves his hips stuttering, cock pulsing suddenly, shock and confusion crossing his face when he feels his hot load spilling into you.

“Fuck– fuck, I can’t– can’t stop–” he all but cries, pumping and filling you thoroughly, wondering how he could feel so full and empty at the same time.

“I, I didn’t– couldn’t– mmh–” you silence his apologetic stammering with a sweet kiss, watching his every feature become relaxed.

You hold each other, your lips moving slow and steady as you both sigh, coming down.

“How was your… first kiss?” you utter over his lips, earning a relieved smile.

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selfshiptember 12!!

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likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

[pogkorichanart]

NEW WIP!!

[nimue-at-night]

Sitting on your f/o's lap. But not in a way where you are just sitting there and get comfortable, no. You grind your hips against their own, wanting to tease them with your buttcheeks rubbing against their thighs. You edge your f/o on, making them one of two things:

They are flustered and have a hard time holding back. They are not sure what to do until they just go for it and grab your hips, wanting to feel even more. Do you indulge or keep teasing them?

Then of course your f/o could also be the one who keeps on messing with you, turning the tables by not reacting. You grow frustrated and grind yourself more agai st them yet they seem not to budge. However, that is what makes this amusing to them - They want to edge you on until you beg for it. And even then there is no gurantee that they will budge.

Minors do not interact please!

Proship/Comship do not interact please!

[temeyes]

when you're a ghostsoap stan, but have urges to self-ship with either of them

[chrollohearttags]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* texts with husband!reiner ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* (get him away from me, I beg ❤️)

[herr-aka-somecutenerd]

i do feel embarrassed posting my thirsts. will I stop tho? no, you're gonna suffer too

[prismatica-the-strange]

Black Sheep | Dawn Treader | Smut

Warnings: 18+, smut, body worship, fingering, p in v, hot steamy human/faun sex

Word count: 1.18k

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

Main Chapter link (I'll get to it eventually, this has been done for months)

"You never touch me," She whines, thumbs tracing the open collar of his shirt, "Why won't you touch me?"

Her eyes are big and full of pain and frustration, "Caspian, please touch me."

His head is spinning at her words, at the feel of her fingers pulling on his shirt.

"Tell me what you need."

"Need you, Caspian," She cries, hands tugging at his hair, "Your hands, your mouth, your..."

"Then you shall have it," He murmurs, lips working down her jaw, "Whatever you want will be yours, my love."

He slips his arms beneath her ass, lifting her just long enough to drop her onto the plush mattress, making her gasp.

He settles between her legs, hands bumping hers as they both scramble to push her skirts up.

She unbuckles her belt and tears her gown over her head.

His hands run down her corset, pinning her to the bed as he leans in and kisses her again.

"Off," She breathes and he hesitates, not sure what she means.

She gently pushes him back and sits up, reaching back to hurriedly unlace it. It doesn't help when his fingers move to grip her chin, tilting it up to press his lips to her neck.

"Caspian," She whines, "I can't- not with you doing that-"

"Turn around," He urges, helping her to do so.

He fumbles with the laces for a moment before finally getting them undone. He tosses it to the side and pulls her back against his chest, fingers ghosting up the trail of fur on her stomach to her breasts.

He nuzzles his face against her ear when he cups them and she moans. The feel of his hands squeezing her and his beard scratching her ear, light her insides on fire.

He peppers her neck and shoulders with kisses.

His hands move from her breasts to wander her abdomen before they tease the hem of her underthings.

"May I?" He breathes, fingers dipping just below the hemline, making her squirm.

"Please," She begs, "Please, my king."

He slowly reaches down, hand curling to slide his fingers through her wet folds.

Her hips buck against his hand when he grazes her clit. He circles it for a moment, teasing her until she's gasping for breath, then he slips his middle and ring fingers down into her heat.

"Ah! C-Caspian!" She cries when his fingers curl, hitting that sweet spot inside her she can't normally reach herself, "Right there, love!"

He continues to move them inside her, mouthing at her neck.

"M-more!" She whimpers. She starts pushing down her underwear and his hands make their way back up to her breasts.

When she's finally rid of them, she turns to straddle his thighs, tugging him by the hair to meet her lips.

"Why is this still on?" She pouts, pulling at his shirt, "Wanna feel you."

He indulges her, grinning proudly as he pulls his shirt over his head.

His eyes fall closed, a heady sigh on his lips as she lets her hands explore his chest.

"I love you," She whispers. She leans down, pressing kiss after kiss to his chest, his skin warm beneath her lips, "I love you... My King..."

A growl emanates from his chest and his hands, strong and determined, move her, lying her on her back, bare and willing before him.

He's seen her naked before, but this is the first time, in the mid-day sun streaming in from the widow, he's been able to truly appreciate it.

"You're gorgeous," He murmurs, like a prayer on his lips. His hands trace her curves, fingers running through and catching in her fur, "I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my life..."

He takes his time lavishing every inch of skin he can reach with kisses and burning touches, "I love you beautiful, wonderful, girl."

He reaches down, fingers rubbing her clit, making her back arch, "Caspian I- Oh fuck I'm gonna cum! Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait!"

She tears his hand away and he looks at her, terrified.

"Are you alright?" He asks, looking her over, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm alright love," She assures him, stroking his hair, "Wanted to feel you in me when I came undone."

His eyes go wide and he scrambles to get his pants off.

The yellow of her eyes is barely visible when she watches his cock bounce up against his lower abdomen. He's bigger than any man she's ever been with and her mouth goes dry.

He hisses when she reaches out and drags her fingers up his length.

"You have been blessed, my king," She mutters before looking up into his black eyes, "Or perhaps... I have."

He grins, all but tackling her back against the mattress in a kiss.

"Temptress."

"Darling you have no idea-!" She chokes on her words when he starts to push into her, her mouth falling open.

The stretch is delicious and he has to hold her hips down from fucking herself onto him.

"Slow, my love," He groans, forehead falling onto her shoulder as he bottoms out, "I won't last if you rush."

He's nestled perfectly inside her, her walls already fluttering around him.

"Caspian, darling, please! I need you to move," She pulls at his hair, urging him to do as she asks.

His strokes are slow but deep. So deep she swears she feels him pressing against her lungs, and she's instantly addicted.

"Oh Aslan help me- Caspian!" She mewls, her nails raking across his shoulders, "Faster, my love..."

He moans against her ear when his hips snap, pumping quicker into her cunt.

"L-love I-" He rasps against her neck. He lets her lift his head, kissing her desperately, "I'm s-so close!"

She takes the hand that's caressing her cheek and moves it down to where their bodies meet, her legs wrapping back around his waist.

She flutters violently around him when he feverishly rubs her clit, needing her to cum.

"C-Cas!" She screams when her climax crashes over her, her entire body emblazed in inferno. One hand is threaded in his hair and the other is bunched in the sheets, her hips arched to meet his.

He means to pull out, but her orgasm is so sudden he doesn't get the chance before he's pushed over the edge and he's spilling into her. His eyes squeeze shut, forehead pressed against her clavicle, as he fucks them through their highs, "Ah! Beretta! Love!"

She trembles beneath him when he collapses on top of her, breathless.

They're both sticky with sweat, but when he goes to move off her, she clings to him, "Stay..."

"Cas!"

Drinian and Reepicheep both pause mid conversation and share a look at the door to the royals' cabin then with each other.

"I was wondering when that tension was finally going to break," Reep snickers, tail flicking behind him.

Drinian chuckles in agreement before turning back to his conversation.

[everotica-library]

A Quick Load Off

This work contains 18+ material! If you are below the age of 18, I ask you to not interact with this post!

AO3 Link

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Ritsu Sakuma, Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Ritsann (Ritsu/Ann)

Type: amab x afab

Summary: It happened all of a sudden... The urge had overcome him... And so, the two end up fucking.

Words: 1,809

If he had known of this weakness any moment sooner, he would have probably used it without showing any mercy. Then again, Ritsu never saw any reason to do so. After all, she was all but a mess by his touch alone. All he would have to do was trace one of his fingers right down across her body and she already understood the implications. Or rather she already got ideas and got her body to heat up ever so slightly. Not to mention the light shivering coming from her body every single time… Oh it was so hard to not bite her neck sometimes. Not when she was so cute and vulnerable, shivering all over the place. She was just begging for him to take her and take the touches further, didn’t she? Fufu, Ann–Chan could be so adorable when she was nothing but a helpless lamb, waiting to be devoured at any second.

However, if there was one thing which was even more effective than his mere touch it was his voice. Or perhaps it was a combination of such? Yet all he had done was sneak up from behind when spotting her around once in a while. After all, ever since Ann changed departments and started to study film studies Ritsu had seen her less and less. And it was not something he was used to. Or rather, he did not really like it. If it was his decision there would be plenty of time where– 

Ah, he was about to do it again, ranting where it wasn’t needed. Really, now was not the time. Not when he had his sweet prey right in his arms, holding her waist tightly and having made sure that her back was pressing against his own chest. All so he could take in her scent and the squirming body. 

Though he was not doing much at that time… Not much except whisper things into her ear, softly and quietly. It had her squeal, jump in place, and it made him chuckle. He could not hold himself back here. Well, not like he wanted to but… “Hmm~? Is this how you’re trying to tempt me now?” Ritsu asked in a playful tone.

“T… Tempt!? Y… You know exactly that–”

“That’s pretty naughty you know~?” But he wasn’t listening, he was refusing to do so. Why would he? Letting a rare chance like this slip? No. And besides, he was just getting more and more excited by the second himself. The tent forming in his pants should speak for itself. Yeah, even if he will run late, he’s not going to let her escape. Not at a time like this… “Looks like I will have to punish you~”

He gasped at the last part while moving his hips a little, making sure his hardness was hitting her from behind. In fact, he kept on teasing her like this, indicating light thrusting motions with his own hips. Though only enough that she would notice them by feeling them, having her lightly squeal along each time.

“W… Wait a moment… Ritsu, we can’t–” Oh she was trying to bargain now? It was not going to help her, at all.

“I’ll make it quick, don’t worry.” He said, intending to promise her that much. Intending but not planning. Maybe it was just to put her at ease. Ahh… At this rate it was just impossible to hold back. Yeah, he was going to go for it.

So, before she could even see it coming, he dragged her behind the corner, where both of them could hide from prying eyes. No one was usually passing by at that part of the halls and there were no cameras. He made sure of that at the very least.

He then shoved her against the wall with her back shortly after before launching forward, wanting to silence all of her potential protests. And even he knew how hungry he was at this very moment… His lips were devouring hers, literally, not stopping to press themselves against her own. And it was rather wild at that, careful or he might bite her. He could not stop though, that much he knew.

All while his hands were roaming around her clothes body for a moment before sneaking beneath her pants and panties. A quick stroke over her entrance with one of his fingers. It made her shiver on the spot. An amusing reaction and thus he kept rubbing across her lower lips for a while longer. Up and down, making sure that she would get goosebumps.

But it had not been just that, no. He could feel how wet she had already been. Was she getting more and more excited by this? Well, that might be obvious. And besides, it would not stop him from soon grabbing the waistband of their pants and panties and pulling them both down, enough so he would be able to reach.

Shortly after it went quick, him undoing the zipper of his jeans and freeing his own dick, finally, then pulling his lips back. All while he kept facing her with a grin as he moved his hips closer, making sure that his hard rod would touch her folds.

And she felt it, making her squeal and move her hips around a little, right against his own dick. And she was gasping along each time, perhaps unable to resist. Her face said it just as much… She was driving more and more crazy, and wanted it clearly. Her arms had started leaning against him if not wrapping around him already for balance, or trying to keep him as closely as possible.

“Hah… Q… Quickly, right?” She asked, as if trying to make sure. Oh what a naive girl she could be. It has been almost a year and even now she believes everything out of his mouth. And yet, that is why she is so much fun to tease.

“Yes, quick~” He responded while grabbing one of her tighs, enough to lift up the leg and expose her wet entrance to him, creating an opening so he could enter easily. “May I?”

It took a moment yet he soon saw her nod. A ‘yes’, of course. He did not even have to ask. Thus, shortly after, he shoved his dick right inside. 

The moment he did he heard her gasping a little more loudly, clutching onto him as well as a result. And she was tight already, very much so, her insides grabbing his dick and trying to keep it in there. Well, not as if he intended to pull out.

Before the energy left him he just went on ahead, thrusting inside of her, jerking his hips back and forth, all while trying to not make too much of a noise. And neither did Ann. She was trying at least to keep herself together yet Ritsu could still feel her gasps against his face or even neck once she had leaned forward enough to rest her chin against one of his shoulders. 

He did not need to see her face to know how overwhelmed she was by this already. Her body was becoming more and more heated, wasn’t it? And her pussy was yearning for more thrusts, harder and quicker. One squelching sound after the other, her insides only becoming tighter and tighter alongside each thrust. And thus it became harder to stretch out the thrusts. He was forced to move quicker, right then and there, and keep his dick shoved inside as deeply as possible.

He would lie if he claimed that he did not feel overwhelmed either. He did, so much so that his own mind had gotten hazy. Or was it because this felt like an eternity? Feeling his girlfriend in such a lewd way… No, in any way! He has been starving for a moment like this as well! Ah, how he just wanted to leave his mark on her, leave his seeds inside of her and force her to walk around with them for a little while… Yeah, she had to remember that she was all his… His and no one else’s! It was alright to be selfish in that regard, wasn’t it?

One thrust after the other, both letting out quiet gasps at the same time, with him unable to hold it in. “A… Ann–Chan… You feel so good… I… I’m about to… No, I’m going to cum!” He announced and right after his hips were moving like crazy.

It made her let out quicker moans, just barely squeezing the words out of her mouth. “W… Wait… I… Inside!? But–”

“I… Can’t hold it… Sorry…” He apologized. Was it a lie? Hmm… Why not take a guess? And besides, not like she would ever find out if it was or not.

“But today… Isn’t–”

“I really can’t… Sor… ry–!” This is where the conversation came to a sudden halt, a last hard thrust until his balls pumped out all of his build up seeds in one go, right inside of her. A quick move back, both coming face to face yet again and him finally seeing her red, gasping face as his load shot right inside of her and coating all of it. 

It would not take long however until Ritsu felt as his load had come all out, making him fall forward to lean against the brunette, letting out own heavy gasps. His hands were pressed against the wall, just barely making him keep himself together. And yet, even with all of that… He could feel it. “Damn it… I’m still hard…” He was more thinking aloud if anything yet she heard him, responding to it.

“Huh? Still? That… Is an unexpected amount of energy.”

Huh? That is all? It made him laugh softly. “I guess it is~” He said before moving his hips, to move his dick inside of her. “Hey… I can’t work like this… One more round, please?”

“Eh!? Won’t it calm down on–”

“That will take forever. Please~?” Well, that and he just wanted to. One more round… Yeah, just one more… At least one more. But she didn't need to know that.

“But your work–”

“There's still time. Pretty please~?”

“Ah– Uh… F… Fine fine. Not as if I can stop you by now.”

Oh how right she was. “And you don’t want to~”

“Tha–” But she sighed shortly after. “M… Maybe… Yeah…”

“Pervert~”

“L… Look who’s talking!”

“Right right. Enough talking, more fucking~”

As for how long this would continue… The pair had to find out by fucking over and over again… Right in the halls. Not like anyone saw them anyway. But if one did… Who was he to care about that?

All that matters now is to pump his remaining load into her. Right here, right now.

[thebigbadbatswife]

Thinking about how easy it is for Bruce to manhandle you. He's so much bigger and stronger so it doesn’t take much for him to grab you and manoeuvre you into whatever position he wants. (while also still making sure that you’re comfortable and it’s pleasurable for you as well).

He loves it when you're on top, his grip on your hips harsh, as he effortlessly moves you up and down his cock, like you're his own personal fucktoy. Throughly enjoying every last noise that leaves you as he makes you take his cock.

Or when he's got you against the wall, holding you up effortlesly. Your legs spread almost impossible wide to accoundate his large frame as he fucks you. Even better if the two of you are in the shower or the batcave, your moans reverbing off of the walls, only encouraging him to fuck you harder and faster until you're dripping with his release.