#this was gonna be a drabble but my brain is mush

[madelynraemunson]

𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞)

✧･ﾟ: * i didn’t think you’d understand me. how could you ever even try? ✧･ﾟ:*

STEDDIE ANGST STEDDIE ANGST STEDDIE ANGST!!! this was supposed to be a blurb but i’m creatively constipated rn so enjoy this moodboard

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[jeannineee]

JJK men...dom, sub, or switch?

(ft. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami)

author's note: just a little drabble??? While I work on smau. might do the other boys too.

warnings: uh straight up SMUT. Too much stuff to list here.

Satoru Gojo: switch

Satoru Gojo, who is the biggest tease. He knows your body like the back of his hand--knows exactly where to touch you, what buttons to push in order to have you writhing beneath him.

"This is where you're weak, right? RIght here?"

Satoru Gojo, who will edge you to the point of tears, and then some. He's mean, really. Plump lips latched to your nipples, biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh as he curls his fingers inside you so quickly that you can't catch your breath. He can tell when you're getting close through the way your moans grow louder, the way your walls pulse around him. And just when you're about to tip over the edge, he stops completely, a wicked grin forming on his face at the sight of your pouting, cock twitching in his pants at the sound of your begging.

"Doing so good f'me, pretty. Just a bit longer, alright?"

Satoru Gojo, who is desperate and needy the moment the roles are reversed. He'll do anything to hear your praise, to feel your touch. His brain turns to mush as soon as you wrap your hand around his cock, focused solely on the pleasure you're giving him.

"F-fuck, baby, please--please don't stop, so good, so good..."

Satoru Gojo, who loves hates when you overstimulate him. He's already so sensitive, hips bucking off the mattress as you relentlessly pump his cock, his abs tensed and painted white with strings of his release. He can hardly speak, the only noises escaping him being pathetic whines and half-hearted pleas as you work him through another orgasm.

"Ohhhh, fuck, I can't, b-baby, please. I'm cumming, I'm cumming..."

Suguru Geto: dominant

Suguru Geto, who, despite his seemingly laid-back and calm nature, is the complete opposite in the bedroom. He'll manhandle you into whatever position he wants--doggy is his favorite. He'll have one hand on your waist, keeping an almost bruising grip as the other hand wraps around your hair, pulling you flush against him.

"That's it, princess. Just a pretty little slut for me, hm? Taking me so well."

Suguru Geto, who loves having you on your knees for him. Making you stick your tongue out before tapping the head of his cock against it, reveling in the way your cheeks flush with embarassment. He'll let you take the lead at first, but if you allow him, he'll fist your hair into a ponytail, and use your throat like it's his personal toy.

"Such a good girl--fuck. 'S like you were made for my cock."

Suguru Geto, who will not put up with your attitude. He's normally so patient with you, so why would you be so snippy with him? Push him too far, and he'll have you over his knee before you can blink. He'll spank you till tears are streaming down your face, and then he'll put his fingers to use until the only word you know is "sorry."

"Can't take anymore? Oh? Why are you so wet, then? I've barely even started, lovey."

Kento Nanami: dominant

Kento Nanami, who uses you to rid himself of his pent-up frustration. His favorite way to do this is by having his tongue between your legs. Him, knelt in front of you, or you sitting on his face--he doesn't care. Either way, he's hooking his hands around your thighs, and sucking on your clit until you see stars.

"Taste so good, love. Just one more for me, okay? You can do it. I can never get enough of you."

Kento Nanami, who puts his tie to work in more ways than one. Sometimes, he'll blindfold you, rough and calloused hands tracing along your body until you're pleading for him to touch you where you need it most. Other times, he'll tie your hands behind your back, or above your head, and have his way with you.

"Fuck, you're so perfect. Squeezing me so tight. Gonna fill you up, yeah?"

Kento Nanami, whose mouth is uncharacteristically filthy compared to his composure outside of the bedroom. He won't degrade you. He couldn't imagine doing that to his sweet girl. But he loves to humiliate you; loves to see the way you avoid his gaze, as though you can hide from his words.

"Soaking through your panties, and I haven't even touched you yet. Is that all it takes, sweetheart? Don't hide from me. Let me see you."

[inkedells]

hear me out: dbf!joel railing u on a bed full of plushies HEKSHDKS <3 maybe ur clutching or biting onto one and he's just cooing at u calling u a good girl HEHE

ok don't mind me popping my mf pussy w this drabble (ALSO YES THIS IS THE DBF!JOEL REQUEST THAT DROVE ME CRAZY YALL)

summary/bg info: coming home from college for winter break and acting on the sexual tension that exists between you and your dad’s best friend, joel--while finding extra comfort in your childhood plushies.

words: ~700

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“God, you’re a fuckin’ shy little thing, aren’t you?”

Your mouth only gaped open around a silent moan as your back arched against your childhood bed. You weren’t sure how it ended up in your hands, but you were clutching your favorite plushie, a brown bear with matted curly fur, as Joel continued his ministrations against your clit. The sight of the waistband of your sleep shorts stretched around his wrist was intoxicating, and so was the way his hand moved from underneath the thin cover of its fabric.

“Joel,” you whined, biting your lip as your hips grinded against his hand.

“Mm, that’s right. Only I know how to take care of this pretty pussy. Go ahead, sweetheart, hug your stuffies. I know you wanna.”

You hummed at that, nodding enthusiastically. Your breathing uneven and frantic from arousal, you lazily gathered the plushies surrounding you in your arms as Joel manhandled you until your ass was in the air and your cheek was pressed against the numerous stuffed toys cradled in your arms.

“Now listen here, baby girl. You’re gonna let me fuck this,” He paused to trail a finger along your seam through the fabric of your shorts, as if to make clear exactly what “this” was referring to, “And all you gotta do is keep making those pretty noises and cuddling your little toys, yeah?”

You whined high in your throat in confirmation as Joel slipped his hands underneath the hem of your shorts to palm your ass. 

“Not good enough,” He tsked, still massaging circles into your plump flesh, “Repeat it back to me.”

You swallowed, a blush creeping up on the apples of your cheeks as you clutch handfuls of stuffies. “You’re gonna… fuck… me—”

“—Fuck what?”

You groaned, turning to bury your face in the pile of stuffed toys beneath you. “My pussy,” You mumbled. You were positive your face was already beet red from embarrassment.

“Didn’t quite catch that,” He teased. You knew fully well he heard you, but indulging him in this manner was only making the heat between your legs grow hungrier, so you complied.

“You’re gonna fuck my pussy,” You said clearly, “And I’m—I’m gonna cuddle my stuffies while you use it.”

Satisfied with your response, Joel tugged your shorts down until you felt cool air hitting your pussy. Not for long, though, because soon the radiating heat of Joel’s cock was taking over as he swept his weeping tip through your folds.

“Gonna put it in now, ‘kay baby girl?” He voiced in that gravelly low rumble, and although he posed it as a question, you were smart enough to recognize it as a warning for the inevitable. Joel didn’t bother properly stretching you out, he wanted it tight so it would swallow him up just the way he wanted.

He slammed into you, ripping a coarse moan from your throat before the pain of the stretch became too much and you bit down on one of the stuffies in order to stave off a scream.

“Aww,” He mocked, “Is it hurting you, sweetheart?”

“So… big,” You managed to get out, eyes droopy and your brain completely mush as he pistoned in and out of your inviting heat, “Too… big…”

“Oh, fuck,” He groaned to himself, “You really are stretched. Fucking ruined you.” His breathing intensified as he lightly traced where you and him met with his fingers, clearly aroused by the contrast between your tight little cunt and the way his huge cock is forcibly stretching it open. His feathery touches combined with his abrupt, punishing thrusts had you pushing your ass back even further against his front, craving the abusive jerking of his hips.

Joel breathed an amused laugh at that. “Actually, it seems like it’s just the right amount of big if it’s got you pushing back for more. You like it painful, huh?”

“F-Fuck, Joel, yeah. Yeah, I love it painful. God, please, fill me up Joel. Your cum, I want it, please.”

Joel faked a wince at your words. “Looks like the innocent little girl’s suddenly got a mouth on her. That happen a lot? Does cock tend to get you dirty mouthed?”

With your cheek pressed into one of your stuffies, you peered up at him from the corner of your eye as you breathed the words, “Just yours.” It was only barely loud enough for him to hear it over the wet sounds of him fucking into your dripping pussy. In fact, you weren't even sure if he had heard you until a hint of a smile crossed his face and he told you in that warm, rumbly rasp, "Mm, I know. Because you're my good girl," with every proceeding thrust reeking of pride.

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[k-hotchoisan]

Omg I need to see 24. Cowgirl with Yunho

And if there is a video with it 👀👀

23. Cowgirl with Yunho or Cowgirl with Wooyoung

Awww I wish I did have a video but I don’t ~ but point still stands, save a horse, ride a cowboy (yunho)

Heheh enjoy!

Genres/Warnings: smut, Drabble, riding, cream pies, unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, bulge kink

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3

K’s 500 this or that masterlist here!

You came up with the idea of riding him, and the idea was brought up so casually, as if you were talking about what you had for lunch the day before, because Yunho had food go down the wrong pipe when he heard it. You blinked at him, confused at his confusion. Yunho is a pretty sizable male, and riding him was something you always wanted to try, and mostly because Yunho has never initiated you to ride him.

“Are you sure about that? I really don’t want to hurt you”, Yunho double confirms as he downs a glass of water. You nod. If missionary already had you clawing the sheets and screaming, just fucking imagine how riding him would be like. But of course, you would never say that to your partner.

Yunho rests his head against the pillows that press against the headboard, both hands flat by his sides. He doesn’t really know where to put them. You told him to just relax, but obviously it was a sentiment to yourself. He‘s rock hard and you’re soaking wet, and the both of you naked, might as well go all out. He’s groaning when you’re sucking him off, your doe eyes sending him into a spiral when his cock disappears in your mouth. You pull off when you see him grip the sheets.

“You can grab my hair you know”, you say before engulfing his cock whole again, and Yunho’s pretty hands immediately tangle with your hair, tugging gently as he tries to catch his breath.

“Shit, that’s so fucking good”, Yunho grunts, pushing your head down deeper as his cock hits the back of your throat. He twitches in you and give his cock a couple of bobs before you completely pull out, and Yunho releases your hair as he attempts to catch his breath. You’re slightly more comforted that he’s more lubed up at least. Yunho had fucked you with his fingers before you had him tugging your hair from the blowjob—another comfort.

You don’t know why you’re nervous now that you’re staring right into Yunho’s eyes as you climb onto him to straddle his lap. His hands are on your face, both thumbs stroking your cheeks. “We’ll take it slow okay?” He reminds you and you bite your lip as you nod.

Fuck’s sake, his cock is fucking huge now that you’re just looking down at it comparing to your pussy.

But at the same time, the thought of it just splitting you open just gradually turns your brain into mush.

You squat over his cock, as you slowly push in his tip in, feeling the pressure, yet at the same time, the more you take his cock in, the more fucking amazing it feels—the way your walls are hugging his cock snug and tight.

You look up at him, and your heart pounds even more—Yunho’s half lidded, panting slightly more, his core is tightening as well as his grip on your hips. For a moment, you worry that he’s suddenly faint.

“Are you okay babe? Should I stop?” You ask, with his cock half way in.

Yunho shakes his head immediately, as if desperate. “Fuck, don’t you fucking stop. Please.”

Ah, you get it now. And so you sink in deeper, and he gets even thicker. Your hands claw Yunho’s shoulder the moment his big cock is fully in you, and you gasp.

It’s taking Yunho everything he has not to just fucking cum in you—you’re so tight and warm around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, Yunho curses, his head sinking into the pillows. His cock is pretty much bulging when he’s inside of you and you’re biting back a cry from how filled you feel. He’s so fucking big. For a moment, the both of you stay still, the only thing you hear are pants from the both of you—well mostly Yunho trying to control his breathing.

“I’m gonna move now”, you try your best to voice out, and Yunho’s grip on your thighs loosen, and he nods through half-lidded eyes.

You begin to grind your hips, and soft moans escape your lips whenever you feel Yunho’s cockhead drag along your walls. Yunho’s breath is ragged, but his hands still finds yours on his shoulder and he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“You’re taking all of me in you so well,” he sighs, kissing the back of your hand. “You feel so fucking amazing, babe.”

Soon enough, you’re lifting your hips and bouncing off his cock, your moans straight up turning into screams from the way Yunho’s impaling you. Yunho places your hands on his shoulders while his own slides down to your hips.

“So deep”, you sigh as you bite your lip, feeling the way his cockhead presses onto your cervix every time he drives his cock right into you. Yunho cups your face and pulls you in gently to plant kisses along your jaw as his hips thrust into you, and fireworks begin to burst behind your eyelids. Euphoria is beginning flood your senses as your abdomen tightens.

Yunho feels the way you’re starting to flutter around his cock, so he keeps up the pace, his eyes darting at the way his cock is pushing a bulge when you’re fully seated on him.

Your fingers are leaving scratches on his shoulders. Yunho strokes your sides, shutting his eyes to fight off the urge to just fucking breed you, and he coaxes you in the softest tone,

“Are you gonna cum for me? Cum for me, baby. It feels so good, right?”

And you snap, your orgasm hitting you in waves as your thighs shake violently, your walls squeezing Yunho’s dick as he holds your legs down, making sure you cum on every inch of his cock.

Your eyes roll back and cries pour out of you as you lean forward with your arms wrapped around his neck. Yunho kisses your ear as he strokes your hair from behind, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, encouraging you to release all over his cock.

“Fuck, yes, yes. So fucking good. Oh my god, fuck”, are the words that only leave your lips before Yunho begins lifting you ass up again to fuck you from below and your mind is completely broken from the overstimulation.

Soon, Yunho is groaning and panting himself, desperate to chase his orgasm and he’s slightly more aggressive—biting and licking up your neck while desperately rutting into you until a cry escapes him as he stills in you.

“Cumming babe. Oh fuck”, he sighs, letting his release spurt your walls as his dick twitches after each load.

The both of you stay in that position for awhile before you pull away, taking Yunho’s face into your hands and giving him a peck on his nose, which he returns with a full on kiss.

“I think this might be my favourite position”

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“oh sweet, sweet, dark haired man”

A/N: what’s crazy is that this idea came to me because I was watching Iron Man 2 and when Tony Stark is drunk at his birthday party?? I also do not understand the correlation whatsoever, but here we are 🤣 and Mai Tais are no joke lol

~word count: 1k~

Summary: it’s the first night of yours and Joel’s honeymoon, and he’s had a few too many Mai Tais tonight, baby love.

Pairing | pornstar!husband Joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, implied smut, established relationship, dirty talk, teasing, flirting, language, breeding kink??, Joel forgets you’re his wife in an endearing way, he also wants to pump you full of his babies, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is baby love, +18 minors dni!

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“Baby loooove.” He hummed into your ear, arms looped around your waist for support in his drunken stupor.

Joel had a few too many Mai Tais the first night of your honeymoon. Combined with hours laying in the sun, endless amounts of delicious food and love making with you, he was in a syrupy sweet, love sick haze.

“Let’s get you back to the room, okay baby?” You had your arm wrapped around his middle, guiding him towards the direction of your private honeymoon suite.

“Can’t feel my legs.” He giggled, burying his face into your neck, steps staggered as you guided him along, “and you smell fuckin’ delicious! Jesus fuckin’ Christ, what perfume are ya wearin’, baby love?”

“That would be the rum talking, baby.” You giggled with him, giving his waist a gentle squeeze. “It’s your favorite perfume, Joel.”

He chuckled, peppering kisses against your exposed neck, leaning further into your supportive hold around him, “Well, ain’t I the luckiest man alive. Where ya takin’ me, pretty girl?”

“To the room, baby. And then we’re gonna get you some water, okay?”

“And you’re coming with me?” He questioned softly.

“Course I am. Gonna get you nice and comfy and we’ll have a good snuggle.” You promised him.

“Oooh! A snuggle with my baby love? Well, now I’m really lucky!” He chuckled. “Man, this place is so beautiful, isn’t it?” He detached his lips from your neck and tilted his chin upwards so he could look up at the millions of stars and the gently swaying palm trees.

“It’s very beautiful, baby.” You agreed.

“Not as beautiful as you, of course. You’re like—the most beautiful person ever, so beautiful that sometimes my brain turns to absolute mush when you’re around me! Isn’t that crazy?” He said with a lopsided grin, eyes barely peeked open as he looked over at you and leaned in to nuzzle his nose against your cheek.

“You wanna hear something just as crazy, baby?” You met his hazy gaze with a soft smile tugging on your lips as you reached your freehand up to brush away a few stray curls from his forehead that were obstructing his view.

“What could be crazier than that, baby love?”

“Sometimes my brain turns to mush when you’re around me too, Joel.”

He gasped in surprise, not believing the words leaving your mouth, “whaaat? No way! That is crazy!” He hiccuped, “‘scuse me baby love, m’ a bit drunk right now. Too many Mai Tais.” He rasped.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s why I’m here. Getting you back to the room safely.” You reassured him.

He nodded, crouching down a little so he could bury his face into your neck once more despite the faint strain in his lower back that he was feeling at this angle. “Baby love, I may be super drunk right now, but imma tell you somethin’, ‘kay?”

“I’m all ears, baby.” You mused.

“One day, and I’m hopin’ it’s soon, m’gonna ask you to be my wife and we’re gonna have lots and lots of babies—if that’s what you want, of course. Hopefully my swimmers are healthy n’such but if not, then there's other options. Hey—why are you gigglin’ over there?” He pouted his lips against your skin, tilting his head back so he could look over at you.

“Baby, my sweet, sweet, dark haired man, I am your wife! We’re on our honeymoon right now, Joel.” You softly reminded him as you held back your giggles as best as you could.

“WHAT? Oh my goodness—you’re my wife? Oh, goodness! I really am that lucky, huh? Wait, lemme see the ring! I better have picked out a good one or so help me—”

“Joel!” You giggled, “those Mai Tais really got to you, huh? You had the ring custom made, baby.” You stopped walking, letting him grab your left hand in his big warm palm and ogle at the dainty rock on your ring finger.

His eyes were dazzling like the stars glimmering above as he brought your hand to his lips and pressed his lips to your fingers and one to the ring. “Very, very, beautiful.” He hummed. “I have good taste, huh?”

“You do, baby. You have wonderful taste and I’m so lucky.” You preened.

“No, no, I am the lucky one here, baby. And tomorrow mornin’ when I wake up hungover, imma treat you sooo fuckin’ well. Breakfast in bed, mine between your thighs, of course. And then I’m gonna feed you my cock—”

You shushed him with a sweet kiss to his lips, “I love you so much, my sweet dark haired man.”

“Mmm.” He hummed against your lips, pulling you in closer, “I love you more, my baby love. Can I pump you full of my babies tomorrow mornin’, please?”

“You’re such a horndog, Mr. Miller.” You giggled against his lips, kissing him deeper, “You can pump me full of your babies, okay? And maybe we’ll get lucky and one of them will stick?”

“Jus’ how you like me, Mrs. Miller. Oh, and one of ‘em will stick. I believe in my trusty little swimmers.” He slowly pulled back from the kiss so he could look at you.

You took all of him in from his messy hair, to his beautiful brown eyes, the flush to his neck and the apples of his cheeks, his swollen lips from your kisses, and his glistening tanned chest peeking out through the opening of his shirt.

“You’re so beautiful, Joel.” You breathed out, and you could feel tears begin to prick in the corner of your eyes.

He sniffled, eyes equally as glassy, and he brought his warm palms to rest along your cheeks, and gently pressed his forehead against yours, “my baby love, if you don’t quit that sweet talkin’, I’m gonna turn into a puddle of waterworks.” He playfully warned you.

“Okay, Mr. drunk sappy pants, let’s get you home.” You pecked his lips one last time before wrapping your arm back around his waist so he could lean into you.

“Lead the way, baby love.” He whispers soft and sweet, drunk on Mai Tais and your love.

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[bakubunny]

aizawa gets demanding

pairing: aizawa shouta x fem!reader

wc: 1.38k

summary: bf!aizawa loves how much you want his dick and it shows.

tags: dominant!aizawa; bf!aizawa; fem!reader; reader is aizawa’s age (~30); aizawa has a big dick (let’s be honest, he probably does); aizawa is condescending but also a sweetheart; his dick makes your brain go brrrr; explicit consent; grinding; teasing; rough sex; lots of pet names, sweetheart, princess, little girl (used once), babygirl, baby, good girl, slut; daddy as title; praise; hair pulling; multiple orgasms; doggy style; pronebone; edging/denial if you squint a little; a smattering of drool; a sprinkle of spanking; smut without plot

a/n: this was meant to be a quick drabble like i normally do, maybe 300-400 words max, but it was too fun to write and got away from me. enjoy! :)

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original aizawa banner manga edit by @strawbystroobs.

Shouta grabbed your face and turned it back, jaw gripped tightly in his hand.

“Oh, you wanna get fucked, sweetheart?” he taunted. He released his grasp and shoved your head into the bed. “Then put your ass up, and show me what you want.”

You could feel your pussy tighten and flutter around his thick length as he spoke.

“B-but-”

“That wasn’t a question,” he said in a low voice.

You shivered hearing the firmness behind his tone.

Shouta straightened up as he grabbed you by the hips, pulled out most of the way, and slammed his cock back into you. A loud cry ripped from your throat as one thigh quivered slightly from the pleasure in response.

“Show me. Don’t be shy,” he said.

Breathing heavily, with slight hesitance, you arched your back as he’d asked and pulled your hips away from his before pushing back into him, once, twice, again and again, finding a comfortable rhythm. It felt impossible to think, the way shudders of pleasure ran through your body from each thrust as you moaned.

“Fuck, y’so big, Sho,” you mutter. “Feels so good.”

Shouta hummed in satisfaction, a groan slipping from his lips. “Now how hard was that, little girl? Took you too damn long to drop the act and fuck yourself on my fat cock like the needy slut you are.”

You whimpered under the weight of his words. After being with him for a few years, and despite being close in age, the condescending way Shouta says “little girl” - like he owns you - still makes you blush. Each thrust of your hips became a little harder than the last, the sheer size and feel of his cock unraveling you bit by bit as you took his full length. Pleasure intensified, curling its way around your thighs and crawling over your skin to the point of overwhelm. Your knees started going weak and your thrusts slowed and softened slightly.

“Please, Sho-”

“I didn’t tell you to stop. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. ‘Till then, you’re gonna keep that pretty ass up and I’m gonna watch you swallow my cock,” he said, running his hands over your soft hips and backside. “Keep going, slut.”

Shouta gave your ass a sharp spank, making you whimper as you felt your pussy clench hard around him as you paused your movement, processing the sensation.

The smirk was evident in his tone of voice. “Y’like that, princess?”

A groan of frustration came from your chest as you started thrusting your hips again. You held your tongue instead of snipping back a, “Yes, you already fucking know that,” because giving an attitude would mean not getting fucked the way you wanted.

For once, he let your lack of a verbal response to his question slide as you answered with your body, greedily pushing yourself back into him as you fucked him, his warm hands running over your skin.

“Shit,” you whined, “Your cock is perfect. So thick. Need you inside me.”

But it wasn’t enough as the heat and pleasure built in your cunt, radiating up your back; the closer you got to orgasm, the more his fat dick turned your brain into mush and left you dumb, the more your legs quivered and made it harder to keep going.

And Shouta knew it, too. He loved seeing that fucked out look on your face mere moments after he slid his cock into you. Loved knowing that you couldn’t keep yourself from going empty-headed and weak on his cock any time he told you to fuck him. He adored the way you lost all sense when his dick was in your face or in your pretty holes - how you needed him, and couldn’t help but moan too much and without care when he fucked you. He knew fucking him like this would leave you wanting more, desperation seeping into your moans as they turned into whining.

“Sho, I- please, I need- fuck me,” you said, stumbling over your words.

“Try again, babygirl,” he said.

A shiver slipped down your neck, a quiet curse left your lips, knowing what he wanted.

“Daddy, please,” you said softly.

Shouta took you by the hips and slowed you to a stop, leaving you groaning in frustration. Your body became utterly weak and desperate when he began grinding slowly into your throbbing cunt and your legs started to shake, which left you wondering if he’d try to get you to cum like this as you moaned into the sheets.

“Please, what?” he asked. He made your head spin as he leaned down and kissed down your neck, quickly finding that familiar tender spot you loved.

“Fuck me,” you said, as though it should have been obvious.

“What’s that, sweetheart? Can’t hear you,” Shouta replied between kisses.

“D-daddy, please fuck me. ‘M so c-close, please, oh god-” you said.

Shouta fucked you deep and hard, pushing you over the edge. You cried out as you came, lost in the pleasure that rolled down your body, legs shaking and eyes white as he carried you through your orgasm.

“There she is…. That’s it babygirl,” he said. “Such a good slut, cumming all over daddy’s big cock. You sound so fucking pretty when you cum.”

As your climax faded, your slick folds became sensitive, yet Shouta kept fucking you at a steady pace. You were about to protest, but quickly found yourself engulfed in an aching need for more.

“Daddy wants to fuck your pretty cunt and fill you up. Gonna take it f’me like a good girl?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said. “Need you. ‘M gonna cum again.”

A growl rumbled in Shouta’s chest as his thrusts grew rougher, faster, hard enough to push you down into the bed a little with each thrust as your knees went weak, the sound of wet skin slapping on skin filling the room. You couldn’t help but moan in response, the feeling of it all sending shivers through your body. He reached up and ran his hand back over your head, tangling his fingers in your hair with a tight grip, making your eyes roll.

“Yeah? Need my cock deep inside you, pounding you ‘til you drool, don’t you, princess?” he said, his voice low and rough.

So blissed out by the hand in your hair and the heat and weight of Shouta’s body as he fucked you, you could only moan in approval, already feeling a spot of drool forming where your open lips touched the sheets.

Shouta gripped your hair a little harder. “Hmm? You can do it. Use your words.”

Your cunt clenched and fluttered as another orgasm drew closer, trying to find the words and form them in your mouth.

“Y-yes, daddy, please,” you whimpered.

“That’s my girl. My pretty princess, taking me so well,” he cooed. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you full of cum, babygirl.”

Shouta’s thrusts got sharper as he groaned. You slipped a hand down between your legs to rub your aching clit, desperate for another release. Drool pooled on the sheets as you moaned, that familiar electric feeling building in your body, making the soles of your feet tingle.

“‘S it, baby. Need you to cum on my cock. Cum for daddy,” he said.

Shouta’s heated voice, those last few phrases, left you crying out again as another orgasm came crashing down, more intense than the last. Pleasure washed over you as your body shook, eyes shut tight.

As the peak of your climax passed, you heard Shouta groan loudly, his thrusts slowing down. You used the little leverage and strength you had left to fuck him while he came, the heat of his cum making you whine as his moans unraveled behind you.

“Unngh, good fucking girl, fuck,” he moaned.

A satisfying shiver slid down your back hearing those words fall from his lips unhindered. Soon after, he stopped your hips and all but collapsed on top of you, cock still nestled deep inside your swollen, spent pussy as you both breathed heavily.

Shouta groaned softly. “You’re fucking perfect,” he said, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

You couldn’t help the warm grin on your lips. “Thanks.”

He nuzzled into your skin. “You’re welcome, babygirl,” he replied. “‘M so glad you’re mine.”

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[amyrahrose]

⋇Content warning: Adult theme, sexual theme, no mentions of unprotected sex, but implied (wrap it up!).

•Author's note: 18 and under, GET TA STEPPIN! Slightly proofread (so not too much on me 🤣)Just a short, simple, to the point drabble with Marito from Bucchigiri (It's something about this man that makes me just wanna devour him 😫). Hope you guys enjoy 🤎

Marito is definitely a cocky motherfucker when he’s balls deep in it. It gets his rocks off watching you squirm underneath him, feeling your walls clamp down around his dick, and hearing you moan and whimper, asking him to slow down or stop from how deep he was in you. 

“C’mon princess, I know you can take it. Be a good girl for me and take all of daddy.” He says while he’s giving you the meanest thrusts you’ve ever received. Holding the inner part of your thighs, he presses your legs towards your chest while he rolls his hips in slow, teasing circles, bottoming you out. 

“Shit baby, this pussy is so good, and all for me.” He emphasized each word with a deep thrust into your sopping folds. Head throw back in bliss, Marito never gets bored of you. 

Marito loves when he places his hand on your stomach, pressing down to feel his dick print while he rams in and out of you, sending shock waves through your body and pussy. 

“Feel me here baby? Feel how deep daddy’s dick is in you?” He asks with a raspy voice. 

You can only whimper out in response, brain going to mush from the pleasure of his ministrations and the tip of his dick grazing over your g-spot.

Letting a groan escape from his throat at the feel of your wet,gummy walls sucking him in, he knew it’ll only be a matter of seconds before your orgasm came crashing over you. 

“Your gonna cum for me baby? Let go for me, let daddy feel you. Don’t hold back either.” He orders, still delivering hard thrusts to your pussy as his hand travels down to the lower part of your abdomen, applying more pressure. 

The intensity of your orgasm came un done the moment his other hand went towards your swollen clit, flicking and pinching the sensitive bud. 

The moment the band within your stomach snapped, you released all that you had to give him, pussy spasming uncontrollably while your juices came squirting out, covering your lower half and his. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl. That’s it. Let it all out for daddy.” Marito moaned out as his own orgasm were a few pumps away. 

Head thrown back groaning, Marito released a huge load within you, his seed painting your walls white. 

Licking his lips sinfully as he pulled out of you slowly, mesmerized at his cum and your juices slowly dripping out your pussy, he looked back up to you while smirking. 

“On all fours now princess, Daddy wants another round.”

© 2024 Amyrahrose. Please do not translate, copy, plagiarize, or repost (sharing links is fine 🤎) without my permission. You will only find my entries/content on tumblr!

[starzshopoflove]

Double Trouble (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Reader)

request fill for @bringinsexybackk69  <3 hope you enjoy this little drabble!! Notes: fem reader! sfw, chaotic couple, fluff, civilian reader

Soap: getting a girl

Okay, not unbelievable; he's quite the pretty boy. He’ll usually squawk about some bird for a few weeks, then shut up once he’s done with her. Sometimes he’ll bring them around base for a round at the pub or to a government charity event the squad was forced to attend.

Recently, he has been less rowdy and more active. And by active, I mean rushing home as soon as he’s done with work on base. He’s been saying some nonsense about his family being in town.

He’s been more diligent with his paperwork, gathering up the lot and running himself down to the archivist to drop them off before getting home. Not even stopping with the force to grab a pint at the pub or have dinner.

Of course, he does eventually crack and tell Ghost. The poor boy can't keep his mouth shut for anything. Giggling as he unlocks his phone to scroll through and show ghost pictures of you together, his personal favorite being a screenshot of you holding a burnt pan of something thats supposed to resemble food thats been charred to nothingness with the biggest smile on your face, of course paired with a little text.

‘My man is eatin' good tonight. Bon appetit, baby.😍’

Ghost gave him a weak thumbs up. You were gorgeous; don't get him wrong, but for a civilian to be as strange or erratic as Soap meant some screws were definitely lost, perhaps multiple. Soap finally let himself yap a bit more about you to the squad, explaining that he actually wanted to take you seriously and didn't want to jinx it by bragging about you before he could really be sure.

Soap started bringing you around the base after a few weeks, ready for you to meet his friends—well, more like brothers—and Price as his proxy dad. You concerned Ghost more than annoyed him, and you clicked with Gaz almost as easily as you did Soap. Price didn't get to meet you on the same night Gaz and Ghost did since he was held up in a meeting.

Your first encounter with him wasn't exactly charming.

Price was honestly just trying to get on with his day; he was already pissed off dealing with rookies misbehaving. All he wanted to do was drop off these papers and nurse a nice, good scotch before bed.

He stood in front of Soap’s office door, knocking on it, waiting for some reply. Hearing nothing, he tried again. Still nothing.

'Whatever, he's probably pissing or something, I’ll just drop these and leave’

Sighing heavily, he leans his head against the door, bringing a tired hand to the door knob and briefly shutting his eyes, imagining the drink that will soon be his. Hey, he's actually kind of happy right now. Maybe he’ll wait for Soap and take the boys out for a round; maybe that'll make his day.

A small smile cracks on his face fondly as he twists the doorknob, cracking it open. That same smile drops just as quickly.

Oh, what the fuck?

He’s greeted by the sight of Johnny's desk on fire—no explanation, just the table on fire. No, not the papers on the table on fire, but the actual table on fire. Also, he’s screaming, and so is the lady with him. Wait, who the fuck is she?

“PAT IT OUT, WOULD YOU?"

Johnny's shouting—actually screaming—how did he not hear this behind the door when he was coming in? Price just stands there, eyebrows wrinkled as he squints his eyes, barely able to process what he's seeing at 11 p.m. with his brain feeling like mush.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?"

Oh great, now she's screaming. His eyes wander over to you in your screaming match, trying to figure out the fire extinguisher. Johnny's trying to fan out the flame while you're struggling to pull the pin.

"CLEARLY NOT PUTTIN TH’ FUCKIN FIRE OOT"

“YOU CAN SEE ME TRYING JOHNNY."

"PRICE IS GONNAE FUCKIN MURDER ME."

“YOU MEAN THAT, GUY? HI, Mr. Price."

Johnny whips his head to the open door, where Price stands still verily confused as the lady works a miracle, extinguishing the fire while also covering Johnny in the same foam. Panting, you drop the extinguisher on the floor, slapping your hands on your knees. You turn to look at Price, shooting him the same grin Johnny has had before.

“Lovely to meet you, boss!!” You seem to chirp out happily.

"Pleasures are all mine” is all Price can manage at this point.

It seems like thing one has finally found thing two.

[killzenin]

☆cw: nsfw drabble, 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜, afab!reader, smut, oral (f recieving) + fingering, shower sex, p w/o p, bareback, toji's a lil needy here 👀☆ 𝟴 𝟬 𝟬 word count

☆𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☆

*english isn't my mother language, i apologize for any mistakes*

toji remained planted on his knees below from where your back was pressed on the cold tiles, the constant falling of water from the showerhead fell on you both as his fluttering licks and kisses teased your clit. his fingers played with the slick that started to ooze from your entrance, making your stomach coil in anticipation.

you finally gave him what he’d— as well as you, been lacking for weeks, withholding the privilege to fuck until he won the season’s finals; and so he did ensuring his team’s win with a three pointer. blindsided by lust, he took you to the shower section of the soccer team’s locker room which was not in use at the moment near the fields once the buzzer went off. 

he then pushed both his fingers in, knuckle deep on your neglected pussy, a whistle-like moan escaped your lips as he started to pump them in and out with such appalling speed. you tightened around his fingers, feeling as if you’re on fire you clung onto that filling sensation that threw your head to mesh with the tiled wall and drove your eyes to roll as further back to your skull as possible.

low whimpers came out of toji after hearing you moan, he felt his cock twitch and throb through his thin, soaked shorts. the vibration of his whimpers made you grip onto his damp raven locks pushing him even further on your core, also for him to reach out from his shorts to set free and fist his leaking cock. 

you buckle your hips on his face and swing your leg onto his shoulder, closing in on your orgasm while whimpering a weak ‘faster’. doing as you commanded he pumped his fingers even faster than previously as well as inserting one more of his digits in, he reached that sweet spot several times and fondling onto your puffed bud harder. the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter until abrupt shots of translucent liquid rested on your boyfriend's lips and fingers. 

“please let me fuck you now, yeah princess?” he pants, looking up at you. his mouth glossy from your orgasm, still stroking along his hard shaft. “i’ve been waiting to stuff your pretty little cunt with my cock all day.”

“mhm, yess…f-fuck me now toji! god, i miss-missed you so much!”

toji’s pearly white teeth gleam through a grin, rising to settle his gaze to your line of sight. his rough hands caressed along your lower back until they rested on the back of your hips and placed a chast kiss. after that sweet moment, Toji's soft, green eyes hardened when he said, “jump.”

your legs wrapped around his slim waist as he kissed you once more, this time frantically. penetrating your mouth with his tongue with haste, sucking onto your tongue and biting on your lips. 

“are you gonna make me feel good baby?” his daunting words reached to nuzzle around your ear, sweet sobs of pleasure slipped out of your lips as toji’s tip rubbed and caressed over your dripping slit, “you know you always do.” a string of blabbering yes’s came out your drooling mouth, the weeks worth of lack of sex made it all too easy to get your brain mushed into nothing but your boyfriend. 

“so good to me huh? begging me to fuck you like a slut!” your laugh merged with a moan, thinking of how he was the one begging first. 

toji’s hands clasped onto the flesh of your ass, with a final stroke his cock melted in between your lips and began to thrust ruthlessly inside of you. you overwhelmed pussy clench around him once more, gasping and balling your fist onto the wet jersey that he still got on. your hips shudder at his erratic, animalistic movements. toji’s head flew back not caring for the deep moans that escaped his lips, holding himself from cumming right then and there as you milk around him to the fullest.

 “such a slutty cunt, taking my dick so well…let me cum inside you— f-fuck! please baby.” his devilish words made you carelessly nod once more, too elated from the veins on his dick felt as he pounded in and out of you while simultaneously kissing your cervix repeatedly. “fuck” you gasped, your stomach grew tighter once again. 

toji could feel all the turmoil brewing inside you. “look at me while you cum all over me, hmm?” he encouraged, puckering your cheeks and nudging to keep eye contact with one another. you were the first one to engulf into an ecstatic frenzy, screams echoed along the room riding with shaking legs your orgasm. toji came right after, shooting his cum inside you, grunting with a string of praise, filling you up to the brim. left with nothing but hot cum dripping along your thighs, your boyfriend kept you in his arms and carefully walked towards a bench.

“congrats on winning.” you muttered.

he laughed. “suck me off on the ride home.” he demanded while helping you get covered with a towel and hoodie he brought in his bag. you followed, just like you promised.

                              ©killzenin

[queenlegacyproductions]

18+ Yakuza/Judgement drabble or something

It was dark in the room. Despite the blindfold, she could still tell the room was dimly lit. It was also sweltering. Sweat seemed to pour profusely from every part of her body which was handcuffed to the bed; hands above her head, legs to a spreader bar. She could squirm all she wanted to but the bar just spread her legs wider, showcasing the vibe that was totally drenched inside her gusting wet pussy, her whimpers and moans echoing across the room.

“Look at you…such a mess already.” She heard a voice tease in the distance before she felt the vibe be turned up once again, making her cry out and arch her back. “Oh, my sweet, you look so pretty…” 

“Pretty pathetic, actually…” Another said from the other side of the room. “Look at the little whore, squirming for more as if we haven’t been spoiling her for the past few minutes.” She whimpered as she tried to hide her face. It wasn’t her fault that they kept toying until she was on the verge of breaking before holding her hostage at the brink then letting her fall into the pit of pleasure. 

“Now, now, let’s be nice…” A third made himself known. He sounded closer to the bed than the other two. She could hear footsteps draw closer to where she laid before she felt a dip in the bed. “After all, darlin’ being so nice enough to give us a show. You can at least be grateful.” She then feels the vibe to move from inside her to her clit, making her scream louder and her legs shake. “Ain’t that right, my dear?” The pleasure was too much for her to handle, feeling her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her toes curled and her hands were balled up into fist, pulling hard at the cuffs. This didn���t fly with the others in the room as she heard another set of footsteps before she felt a hand wrap around her throat. 

“I believe he asked you a question, toots.” A fourth finally spoke after all this time.”You gonna be a good girl and answer? I know your voice isn’t giving out because you can still scream so beautifully so…answer him.” He squeezed a bit tighter. She whimpers at the pressure.

“Y-yes..” She keens as she feels the vibe move faster up and down her clit. “Fuck..ohm’god, plea..se…”

“Please what, baby? Tell us what you want., sweet girl.” The first voice asked so sweetly, the praise making her whine. 

“Fu..ck m-mee…please…” She whined as she finally came for the umpteenth time in what felt like hours on end. “Fuck me, ruin me…I wanna-.”

“Lose your mind in pleasure? Be fucked until your brain feels like mush and the only thing you can think about is taking load after load of cum into every last one of your pretty little fuckholes, huh?” The second voice taunted her again. He chuckles as he hears her moan as his words. “Is that what you want, my little whore?” She nods her head. 

“Words, my dear or else we leave you lying in your own juices, unsatisfied.” The fourth demanded. She nodded her head rapidly. 

“Yes! Yes! I wanna be your little cumdump, please! I want all of it!” She pleaded, desperation coating her words. A moment of silence goes by before she feels movement on the bed and the handcuffs loosen around her hands and ankles, freeing her. As she rubs her wrists, she feels the blindfold being removed from her eyes. Her eyes take a few seconds to focus before she can make out the four faces that surround her. 

“Would you look at that? Her body may be trying to give up but the fire in those eyes…” The second voice who she can now see was the leader of the Yokohama Liumang, Zhao Tianyou as he toyed with the remote to the vibe. “Something tells me that there’s still some defiance in this one.” 

“Are you surprised? This is the same woman who put some of Japan’s most dangerous yakuza on their ass.” The fourth voice whom she could now pinpoint it to Kaito Masaharu, detective at Yagami Detective Agency as he sits her up with a bottle of water for her to drink.

“Don’t forget, Kaito-san; She’s also the leader of Armageddon, the most infamous gang in America.” The third was Kaito’s friend and partner, Yagami Takayuki. “Given their reputation, you don’t become leader by being a pushover.” He pushed some of her hair out of her face, examining her face for problems.

“And yet, despite her reputation, she still let us have our way with her. So it’s clear that she trusts us a lot in order to go through with this.” The first voice was revealed to be the second in command of the Geomijul, Joon-gi Han as he cleared the bed of toys and restraints to be cleaned later. 

“Indeed. So, Tabo, how is she?” Kaito asked him. 

“I think we should ask her.” Yagami said after he was done checking her over. “So what do you think? Think you can go a few rounds with us…Mor-chan?”

Morrigan raised her eyebrow at Yagami as she finished her bottle of water. “The real question is can you?” She then uses a little bit of her limited energy to crush the bottle. “Because the Morrigan Metro’s in the station. All aboard!” 

I think I'm do more of the short form content as opposed to the occasional long story every blue moon. Let me know what you guys think. 😁

[hausofmamadas]

MURDER HUSBANDS | Wind them up and watch them go (love letter to NBC’s Hannibal)

♫ To the tune of Climbing Up the Walls by Radiohead (with overture by Bruno Battisti D’Amario) ♫

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Wow

So I feel like I say this every time. But Mary mother of god, this was a behemoth. By a mile the hardest vid I’ve ever made joke’s on me bc I’m the fucking crackerjack who decided to tack on an whole ass other song as an overture bc why in the name of all cocks would I decide to make anything easy like it’s funny bc I always have an impression of how easy a vid is going to come together when I get the idea, right. And this duo with this song just pbj. So ngl I thought the shit was gonna edit itself. But guess what yall? Radiohead like … makes some intricate, complex-sounding shit stunning revelation, almost as if that’s what they’re fuckinfjsbs known for

HOWMEVER, the day has come, it’s arrived and I’ve looked at this thing for so long now, I sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, cannot tell if it’s good anymore. My last vid, I took a long break so by the end, I had enough time away from it to remember it was at least good. This? This could be visual gobbledygook, mush for your eyes, the equivalent of that shit brown shade you get when you mix too many water colors together.

But likehopefully it’s not and you can pls enjoy this love letter to one of the greatestqueer romances in modern media, which is a bold statement whatever fight me but I can’t think of a queer ship before this in tv/movies where the romance unfolds like any other hetero relationship and queer identity isn’t the focus, which even though I think is important, lbr there’s more to gays than being gay. Like it’s kinda visionary, despite the fact that neither character is explicitly queer, when it becomes clear that they’re in love with each other, no one, in-universe, is pearl-clutching all: EGAD! But Will’s never been with 😱a man😱 before?? How in THE DICKENS could he be in love with Hannibal when I don’t have definitive proof he’s even touched tips with another man let alone been balls deep!!!!!!!! How dare he not have this big, gay awakening for us all to gawk at applaud for!!!!” ?

No, literally every character: Jack, Alana, Bedelia, Margot, Mason, even Will’s wife god bless I cannot remember her name but she deserved better *shakes fist at Will* etc., all acknowledge the transcendent romantic bond btwn them and no one questions it. Well, no one questions it thru the lens of performed queerness. Tbf ppl had a lotta questions about the like probable impending multiple murders which validsisjwh

These are just 2 ppl who’re in love with each other to the point of being uncontrollably homicidal Which like … goals? Like I’ve really wracked my brain and can’t think of another queership that unfolds like every other hetero ass love story. That is to say, where fluidity is more the default, at least to the extent that no one talks about the orientation of either players within the show’s universe. Regardless of whether Bryan Fuller intended that from the start which tbh I don’t think he did but I also don’t think it’s fair to call it queerbaiting. I think he let the story unfold and realized kinda with the rest of us that this was a magical!realism romance and not a crime procedural and by S3 leaned tf into it doesn’t really matter bc the universe in which these two exist to truss each other up like Christmas turkeys aka foreplay symbolizes so much more to me than whatever it was initially invented to be. And if it’s not art, folks, idk what is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ofc I mean the show is art, not the vid. Vid=potential gobbledygook

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taglist: @tofuwildcard @narcolini @ashlingnarcos @drabbles-mc

[poetryinsilence]

Let Us Go Then You And I

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Fem!Reader

A/n: Short fluffy drabble with my soft boy, Bob. The fic is truly inspired by this song and I looped it until I finish writing this so my brain is kinda mush right now. I kinda had an callsign idea for reader but idk maybe I’ll use it in the future ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Reader is a bit dense and Bob is just a sweetheart💕

Wc: 1.3k

“C’mon, Bob! It’s gonna be fine.” You giggle in a hushed tone, tiptoeing through back alleys in the middle of the night.

“I don’t know, y/n…are you sure about this? What if we get caught? They won’t take this lightly…”

“It’s going to be okay, Bob. I promise. Plus, nobody ever checks this section of the field anyway.”

You look back to see Bob, queasy with his thumbs twirling to keep himself steady with his nerves. His eyes dart left and right, keeping a visual on his surroundings in case you get in trouble, or just his muscle memory activating in any sense of danger.

Through a short trek past warehouses and the airfield, you caught sight of your newly found secret spot. Both hidden and forgotten by most navy personnel.

You twist the knob to a fenced door, decorated with warning signs in bold, white letters and red backgrounds ‘KEEP OUT’. In short, that's an invitation to ‘come in’.

The knob turns free, unrestricted. You smile gleefully and swing the door wide open.

“After you.” You gestured, politely.

Bob’s mouth presses until they form into a squiggly line, looking like a lost puppy far away from home. Feet still planted on the spot.

You rolled your eyes and tugged him along your steps.

“Come along, big guy.”

He doesn’t register the dark, at first, only seeing slithers of outlines. This place is fully decked out with misplaced signs, stashes of decade-old equipment and a rusted hull that has seen long passes of days and nights. If the academy ever decided to make a haunted attraction, this would be the place.

You rustled to shadows, hands finding their way through the worn-out walls.

“I think I got it, hold on… And…jackpot!”

The place lit aglow which made Bob jump a few steps back. Much to his surprise, he did not expect to find a swimming pool in an airfield, let alone in the middle of nowhere.

The backlight from the pool illuminated the space 

“How did you find this place? It’s amazing! But…how come no one else knows about this?”

“Well, I’m not a stealth pilot for nothing. This used to be one of the old training spots used for extensive underwater manoeuvres when pilots get ejected into a body of water. Now, it’s a free-for-all!” You grinned, blithely.

Bob’s quizzical face formed unnaturally from observing your bemused expression, eyebrows quirked in two arches. He did not like that smile. He did not like what followed after that smile. He learnt the meaning behind that smile fairly quickly, from the times that you and he had to be called to your superior’s office due to your recalcitrant shenanigans. Even back in Lemoore.

Before he could argue the pros and cons in his head, you were already halfway through taking off your jumpsuits, revealing a black tank top and matching panties. A heat of red imploded his face as he scrambles to put his focus on something other than your revealing skin.

You giggled at his solution to avert his gaze with one hand over his glasses, like a child trying to play hide and seek. You slap his hand away and he let out a small yelp, eyes drew wide to the size of the moon.

“Live and let live, Bobby!” You took a step back with arms open wide.

“Wait, wait, y/n!”

The Earth’s gravity took you in its embrace, plunging you deep into the aquatic territory. The chill engulfs the christening silence, muffling in a feigned planet. The water wallows in low cries but alone without being lonely. You break out of the surface, gasping for life.

“Jesus, y/n! Are you outta your mind?!” He hissed, clutching your clothes tightly in his chest.

“C’mon! The water’s…kinda crisp, but it’s perfectly fine. You’ll love it!”

Bob vehemently shook his head. “I-I-I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

You float aimlessly on the edge, between two states, neither here nor there. Staring above into the landscapes of the night, stars burn like fiery ashes. Appearing more and more at the corners of your eyes. It was a good night to be by the pool; the August fever sinks its teeth into the lamented cold that they can't have.

Body slips into the cyan glow once more, sinking deeper as the starry night in your field unsteadies and coils with every stroke, its colours share with the next, shades of beauty with entropy.

"Y/n...? Hey, y/n? This isn't funny anymore..."

You felt serene in these waters; freed with a fleeting comfort. Unlike the sky, where your awareness lies with the sound of growling engines. Here, you feel nothing, yet it still swallows you whole. Your eye wilt close to the prosaic notion, the water mutters in a deep note, accompanied by the soft thump echoing inside your head. It’s the closest you could feel peace in the palm of your hand.

Two firm grasp finds a hold of your face and desperation in his touch, lips trembling and latching onto yours in faints of hope. You ease into his pressure, letting him into your lungs with the sole heat of sharing a kiss. Granted, it felt a bit different from what you saw in the movies. But the intention with Bob is real, that spark from what they describe speaks truth. That the whole world would collide for you with just a single touch.

The surface of the water breaks open as you both emerge panting for air and sputtering out 

“OH GOD, TALK TO ME! PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE OKAY-“

"Well, I was until you—"

"I THOUGHT YOU-YOU LOST CONSCIOUSNESS AND DROWNED! YOU DIDN'T MOVE FOR TWO WHOLE MINUTES AND I PANICKED AND I-I— What was I suppose to tell your family...?"

In his clear blue, still shaken in the rippling tides. You softly shake your head.

"Bob, I don't understand... Why do you always tolerate me, or anything that I do? You could've just simply walked away instead of taking a beating from Cyclone for things that weren’t your fault!"

A huff of defeat escapes.

"Why?"

The moonlit motion reflects his anxiousness, taking a moment to recall the memories that you've been through together. Every instance he had gone through— the good, the bad, the ugly— he doesn't want you to be there alone. Something just doesn't sit right with him seeing you in a straight posture and getting words thrown at your face. That maybe one of those times, he won't ever see you again. It wasn't chivalry; he just felt you shouldn't take this on your own.

"I just don't wanna see you do this alone. I-I don't wanna lose you. I d-don't..." His voice trails off.

His words resonated with an ache within you. How long have you put your trust in him? The certainty that is incorporated into your every decision-making involves him. And without you noticing, your arms envelop themselves around his neck, captivating your lips onto his in the surrounding blue. Bubbles trickle out in the shape of you and him, caressing skins by inch and hair dancing in free flow.

The beauty of the kiss made your head spin, and the weight of it all could stop time, frozen in the shape of water with him in your arms. He returns with a touch to the crook of your neck and a tight grip around your waist, marvelling at this new buzzing feeling running through his brain. Eager, reassured thoughts that he'd never imagined a kiss would do to him, every part of you entangles with him. Your eyes flutter open with glistening eyes, taking him back ashore to the midsummer air. Bob pushed his glasses with a sheepish smile, and you do the same.

"Let's go home."

"Yeah."

[chxrrylime]

18+ ok so…….. billy x trans! male reader and they are both college age and reader is a forensic science major & studying for a final and maybe needs a little motivation to keep going…;) maybe cockwarming while reader is studying until they can’t take it anymore <33 definitely lots of praising

Just a little drabble to dip my toes back in! Still on a semi-hiatus.

↪ 619 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for unsafe sex.

Content tags — trans male submissive reader / cis male dominant Billy / cock warming, penetrative sex, vaginal sex.    

Your skin is warm. Feverish. You try to ignore the blunt pressure in your core—try to focus on the paper in front of you.

An essay on the use of pseudosciences by police despite their time and time again disproven results. You’ve been stuck on the conclusion paragraph for minutes now.

“You’re doing good,” Billy says lowly, right against your ear, sensing your frustration. His chin is hooked over your shoulder, his big hands splayed out underneath your shirt, right atop your tummy. He sucks on your earlobe, pulling away to press a gentle kiss to your neck. “Just a little more.”

You groan and nod, eyes half-lidded as you grip the pencil tight in your hand. You write a word and then erase it, and then another and the same thing again. Billy slightly shifts to get more comfortable, humming contentedly at how you squeeze around him at the sudden movement.

You can feel his cock twitch and kick against your walls, can feel the slick dripping from your hole and wetting both of your thighs. You try to wiggle your hips back, needy for any type of friction. Billy moves his hands to grip your hips, pulling your ass flush to his pelvis to keep you from moving.

“Billy,” you whine petulantly, reaching back to grab at his waist, pencil still in hand. He nips your shoulder and you whimper. “Please.”

“You’re almost done,” he chides, grabbing your arm and setting it back onto the desk. 

“I-I need a break,” you beg. You spread your legs out wide over Billy’s own, only your tiptoes managing to find any leverage on the ground. You drop the pencil and groan. “I just—I can’t think.”

“Yeah,” Billy chuckles, hooking his hands underneath your thighs. “You get so stupid when you have a cock in you, huh?”

“Billy,” you moan brokenly, throwing your head back against his shoulder as he starts to lift you up the length of his cock.

“S’okay, baby boy. I love you like this. So needy and pretty,” he latches his mouth onto your throat, sucking and nibbling as he drops you back down, making you cry out. He does it again and again, his pace slowly increasing as his muscles bulge. 

“You’re so smart, though,” he begins, peaking his tongue out to lick over the bruise slowly forming. “And… strong. Didn’t think you’d last so long. Always surprising me, y’know?” 

You whimper out his name, over and over, brain turned to mush by the hot slide of his cock within your tight walls mixed with his praising words washing over you. Your thighs are quivering, sweat pouring down your torso. 

He drops you down a final time, planting his feet to buck up into you instead, his now freed hand reaching around to toy at your cocklet. You sob, rolling your head to the side to capture his lips in a sloppy, mostly-tongue kiss.

“My perfect boy,” he coos against your lips. He sucks on your lolled-out tongue and you groan low and deep as you come. Your hips hump and twitch, your stomach seizing up. He moans into your mouth as you squeeze tight around him. It only takes a few more thrusts before he’s tipping over the edge, cock pulsing as he fills your sore hole with his cum. 

The both of your bodies go lax, panting each other’s air as you come down from your shared highs. His cock softens inside of you, but he makes no move to slip free. His arms wrap around your torso, pulling you flush to his chest. 

“I’m gonna fail my classes ‘cause of you,” you groan, eyes fluttering shut.

“On the contrary,” Billy snorts.

[impishtubist]

Who are these three followers writing Wolfstar raising Harry and Teddy? I have been starving for so LONG

Bahahahahaha, I feel your pain! @heartofspells and @tracingpatternswrites are currently posting one, @msalexwp recently finished posting one that was Wolfstar raising Teddy and an OC, and @femme--de--lettres and @greyeyedmonster-18 both have posted Wolfstar raising Teddy and Harry fics and drabbles on here in recent months. I'm sure there are more but my brain is mush today. Go forth and enjoy the Wolfstar raising children content!

(But also I'm gonna need the rest of my followers to step up and write some more Wolfstar raising Harry and Teddy, please and thank you.)

[joonberriess]

My brain is mushed rn so the Drabble is now gonna be a mini fic? Call my slow ass out 😭💀

okie dokie sorry so at first it was a Drabble like a tiny 1-2k word fic or whatever but given the plot now imma make it a fic like a mini fic for you guys bc im invested in this plot lmao <3

[xianoii]

≡ ♡̶২ XIAO - PEACHES & CREAM! ·˚

᎒ 𖦹 ֙⋆ drabble - a lil somethin’.

᎒ 𖦹 ֙⋆ fem!reader. choking / asphyxiation. breeding. pussydrunk!xiao. slight praise. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. minors don’t interact.

᎒ 𖦹 ֙⋆ finally wrote sum for my man so y’all can stop speaking on him…

𓂃 . . . there’s nothing xiao adores more than you. you created a soft spot on your own, weaving your way into his life. xiao should thank you for everything you’ve done for him. he’s bad at expressing himself — so, he’ll show you. he’ll show you, just like this; his arm wrapped around your neck, his forearm pressing on the front of your neck, the tightness of his grip nearly suffocating. his mouth is directly behind the shell of your ear, his hushed and low moans echoing right into your ear. this is how xiao appreciates you.

he appreciates the warmth of your cunt, sighing when sinking into you and melting under your touch. you feel so good, so snug that you suck his cock up the minute he slides in. he appreciates the way you moan his name, your words full of heavy breaths. you can barely speak, but you push through your pleasure to vocalize how good you feel. xiao loves that. he loves how you whine when you’re about to cum, whimpering and shaking against him, your thighs slapping onto his as you uncontrollably jump. he’ll get you in line with a tighten of his grip, the pressure against your neck almost completely stopping the flow of air within you. you feel tears border your lashes, thick globs of water hanging on by a thread, threatening to fall. the adeptus never stops, continuously pounding into your cunt, chasing after the high that’s so close.

you’re both sweaty, your damp skin eliciting wet slaps upon contact. it’s so much, and with the murmurs of how good your “pretty pussy” feels being whispered into your ear — you’re just about ready to cum. xiao is never one to speak praises, but when it’s you, his mouth runs forever on the compliments. he loses himself, getting completely drunk on your pussy alone. messily thrusting into you, xiao finds himself on the verge. he babbles on and on, his words holding no weight. only when he utters “shit—! gonna cum - gonna fuck you full..!” do you take his babbles into account. never in your time with xiao have you heard him speak like that. you’re unsure on whether or not he’s speaking truthfully or hazily, but you know you’re sure of the way it makes you feel. you feel the bubble in your gut, the tighten of your tummy and throb of your clit. the words set you off, introducing a whole different type of stimulation to you. “mm fuck! please, please!”

you’re whining once again, gyrating your hips against his and whimpering as you reach your high. the shake of your body is violent as you come undone, the viscid substance seeps from your cunt, dripping down to the base of his dick. your pussy contracts sporadically around him, his never-ending fucks into you driving you up the wall. it’s too much, you’re wailing out moans and wearing down your throat. he’s fucking you through it — bringing you to another state of bliss, one that’s overwhelming and intense. it’s different, only because this time he’s right behind you, jerking his hips into your pussy as his cum shoots inside you. your cunt becomes covered in cum, the translucent white secretion covering every inch it can reach. your body is warm to the touch, your legs like jelly and your brain like mush. you feel full, content with the new type of sex xiao has given you. neither of you move. you lay there sticky and dirty, catching your breaths as you leave the high.

xiao’s appreciation goes deeper than you’d think. you both share that quality. with a turn of your upper body, you’re face to face with the adeptus, your lips ghosting over his. “give me a baby, xiao.” you don’t have to tell him twice.