alina

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my name is alina! they them, 20 years old, libra <3 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! i like jjk, genshin, date everything, league, val, brba/bcs, and death note :) i love writing and would love to write anything u want me to lol asks and whatnot are more than welcome all the time, and i would also love to make new moots <3 i will not write for age play, incest, scat/vom kinks, or snuff. cnc fics are written for consenting adults and only involve such <3 please read all fics with caution, there will be tags!

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[polaroidsex]

🜼 ⋆ just freak choso bouncing his thigh while you’re sat on him, mind you, it’s a friends group car ride. — part 2

you weren’t even supposed to sit on his lap.

but the car’s packed, and your friend shouted “just sit on choso, he’s got space,” like it was no big deal.

and maybe it wasn’t.

until you felt the way his thigh flexed under you.

thick. warm. solid.

and positioned just right between your legs, pressing against the thin fabric of your little skirt, snug right under your clit.

you swallowed hard.

he smirked—barely—and placed a casual hand on your hip to “help you balance.”

but now? ten minutes into the drive?

his leg’s bouncing.

slow. steady. up and down in a rhythm that makes your breath stutter and your lashes flutter.

you shift your weight—innocently, maybe, maybe trying to get some relief—but it just makes it worse. your clit drags across the seam of your panties, the bounce sends a shiver through your spine, and suddenly your hands are gripping his forearm like it’s the only thing keeping you from screaming.

“you good?” one of your friends calls from the front.

you nod quickly, voice tight. “mhmm.”

choso doesn’t even look at you.

he just hums under his breath, hand squeezing your hip once. his thumb brushes low, close to the edge of your waistband.

his thigh bounces again and your jaw tightens as your thighs clamp.

he leans in slightly, mouth brushing your ear. no one else can hear it but you.

“you’re dripping,” he murmurs. “soak through these shorts and i will pull you onto my fingers, right here.”

you squirm, barely moving, hips twitching as another bounce sends a jolt right to your core. you’re biting your lip, eyes wide, pupils blown.

“aw,” he whispers again, lower now, “you can’t even grind properly with people watching?”

you grip his arm harder and feel his smile, his eyes still watching the road, still quiet. and then his thigh bounces harder. that’s when you almost lose it—your legs trembling, clit throbbing, body tensing like a live wire as your orgasm starts to rise. your lashes flutter. a soft gasp escapes.

but then his hand presses down on your thigh, stopping the bounce entirely.

you’re frozen. blinking. your mouth parted in betrayal.

he leans in again.

“you’ll wait,” he whispers. “good girls wait. and you wanna be good, don’t you?”

you have no choice but to nod, choso just left you shaky and ruined.

“then sit still,” he says, voice low and calm. “and if you come without permission, i’ll stuff my fingers in you the second we stop this car. front seat, back seat, doesn’t matter. you’ll cry in front of all of them.”

you don’t move the rest of the ride. not even a little.

part 2

[angelic--kitty]

need to get passed around between rhinedottir alice and nicole...... 🚬🚬

the whole time, they'd act like you're not even there, but that's what makes it all the more enticing.

they all ramble on about things your pretty little head can't comprehend, playing with you and dropping you onto their straps. they'll pet your head and take turns having you cockwarm them while they pretend to not hear your pitiful whines.

when you've cum more times than you can fathom, they drop you to your knees and have you eat each of them out. each one with varying roughness and eagerness, hips jumping up to fuck your face.

and maybe, just maybe, if you were a perfect pet for them, they'll let you rest on one of their laps, soothing you to sleep with soft little praises.

[bonesofall]

cw. porn with no plot

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pt 3 << >> pt 5

when mean men are in a mood; one that's less harsh and rough and more condescending and smug, they'll fuck you in a much different way.

he's smug in a way only a man who knows exactly how deep he's splitting you open can be, his weight heavy over you and his cock moving inside so slow it's torture. you feel every ridge drag against your walls and every thick vein pulsing hotly.

you find yourself so overwhelmed that you reach for him without even realizing, hands fumbling up his chest to anchor yourself, but he catches your wrists easily in his big hands and presses them back into the mattress with a soft laugh.

he finds you adorable for even trying. his voice drops to get all soft when he coos, "aw, I know, baby… I know," the tone makes your head spin like crazy.

"ohfff f-feels s'good," you keen. "keeps rubbing s'deep inside,"

he hums in response against your ear as he holds there inside you, letting you feel the way he's buried all the way. the thick head of his cock presses -like you said- right against that soft spot that makes your belly clench tight. he doesn't move or let you squirm away, just keeps you pinned and full until your walls are fluttering around him. then he's tilting his head so he can look down at your face through lowered lashes. "mmhm, see? told you i'd get it in. look at you, so full of me."

your eyes flick down at your tummy distended around him and you can't help the weak little noise you make. "yeah? you feel that, baby? look at where i am. riiiight there," he presses deeper inside you, wanting you to notice the way he throbs where his weighty cock rests in your plush iinsides. "mhm. keep me right there, keep me warm."

his thumb strokes absent circles over your knuckles where he's got your hands pinned.

he finally moves so slow, dragging out with the ridge of his head nudging along your slick walls until you're clenching down. he laughs soft when your back arches off the bed, sliding back in inch by inch. the whole time he's watching your face, obsessed with every twitch and every whine, until he bottoms out again and just holds there. he's rocking his hips barely, only enough to make you aware of how deep he is. your body has no choice but to mold around him.

when you babble out how you can't take it, he only nods along,  "yeah, i know, i know... poor thing can't even think straight, hm?" his hand finally leaves your wrist so he can touch your cheek, thumb swiping over your spit-wet lip while he keeps you pinned with just one hand.

he begins pulling out to just the tip again, stretching your entrance wide, then pushing back in at a crawl, until every ridge of him forces your walls to give way. the stretch burns, but it makes your eyes roll, makes your belly tighten and your toes curl, and he's watching it all, eating it up. your wrists twitch weakly under his hand and you whimper, "w-wanna hold you, please... lemme touch-" e just tuts, leaning down so his breath fans over your mouth. "no, baby. you don't get to hold onto me. you just take it." his tone is honeyed, coaxing, but his grip on you doesn't budge. "you can make all those sweet noises for me, but those hands stay right here."

[meowdei]

unexpected audience — ft. flins

synopsis: flins is good at fucking you—you know that, and he knows that, too. it doesn’t hurt if maybe the ghosts are also made aware

before you read. ❤︎ 2k word count ; female reader ; established relationship ; smut — mdni ; exhibitionism ; mating press ; unprotected sex ; creampie ; praise ; i have no dignity left from writing this so i could not bear to proof read lol </3

commentary. ❤︎ i have no comments i would just like to say everyone should block @luffysprincess and @neiptune while you have the chance there is pure evil in their dna’s

Your favorite thing about Flins is how good he is at talking. Ironically, your least favorite thing is also how good he is at talking.

You don’t like how convincing he can be. (But then again, it’s rather enjoyable when he’s…well, convincing. You don’t ever have a bad time.)

“How lucky I am,” he murmurs, his nose brushing against the column of your throat. He inhales. It’s a sweet scent—the smell of your sweat and your lingering perfume. He likes when he gets to breathe it in right here as his hands dig into your thighs and press your knees closer to your chest. “Aren’t you just a marvelous sight? Breathtaking as always, my light.”

“H-how would you know,” you stutter, “it’s dark—would it kill you to have some more light in here?”

He chuckles.

“Is it? But I can see you just fine,” he murmurs. He rolls his hips once more—the thick, warm girth of his cock dragging along your walls once more and building the pressure in your core with just a little more friction. You whine, and he grins with a little too much satisfaction. “Your face is glowing, did you know? And there’s that divine little way you scrunch your nose—I can see it all clearly. Oh, and we mustn’t forget the way your lips part when you say my name. Wouldn’t you be so kind as to say it once more? For me?”

You’d call him evil if you had the clarity. Instead, you cry, “F-flins,” with a sharp gasp as the tip of his cock slams against a particularly sweet spot at the back of your walls.

He knows that spot a little too well. It’s a little too familiar, and he never fails to remind you that he knows exactly where you need him to fall apart.

“Ah, there it is,” he says happily, “a precious sound, indeed. I envy anyone who gets to hear your voice utter their name—would it be selfish if I asked you to only say mine?” His tone enough makes you feel praised—something you crave a little too much when it comes to him. You like when he’s happy with you. He gives you plenty of honeyed, sugared words when he is. Words that make you so quick to become pliant and weak under his touch.

Spread your legs a little wider for me, darling—you know how beautiful you are when you do. Somehow, you always do when he asks. Ah-ah, don’t hide your face—let me see how you look when you come undone, won’t you? I craved seeing you all day. You can’t bring yourself to hide your face when he asks so politely. Give me one more, my light—you can, can’t you? You always do. And just like that, you’re caving and bending for his whims once more.

It’s easy for Flins to fuck you. He’s good at it when he does, and you can’t ever say no when he wants to. (Because you always want it, too, your heart tells you. No, he’s just very, very good at being convincing, your mind argues). But it’s easy. You make it easy for him to bed you, and he makes it easy for it to be worth it.

His fingers brush along your lower belly. The skin is smooth as silk and he traces it like he worships the feeling of you under his touch. Slow. Careful. Deliberate. Every second his fingertips trace along your body, you feel a dizzying heat of his touch mapping your body out.

And then it finds its way between your legs, right above where he has you split open on his thick length. His thumb latches onto your clit, rubbing precise circles that make your back arch upward—his other hand his quick to plant itself at the small of your back, cradling your body as you mewl.

“You seem to rather enjoy that, don’t you, my darling?” He coos, “Shall I keep it up? Touching you here?”

Another quick circle onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s perfectly timed with a sharp roll of his hips, his tip bullying past your folds. It’s messy—there’s a pool of your slick at the base of his cock, and it’s smeared along your inner thighs. He made a good point of bringing it to your attention, too—my, what a pleasant mess I am greeted with, my dear. Surely I haven’t earned such an eager response from your body with so little? We’ve hardly begun.

Smug. He’s so, irritatingly smug with words dipped in gold. They’re soft and precious and rich the more pure they are, and they lure you in with greed. And you fall for it every time.

Every damn time.

“Close,” you pant, voice a breathless whisper, “s-so close, Flins—th-think…think m’bout to cum—”

He groans at that. He’s good at charming you, but he’s not immune to that effortless charm of your own. You don’t even know it, he thinks—you don’t even know that you have him wrapped around those pretty little fingers without even trying.

His cock does a twitch. He’s close too—you know because there’s a small change in his pace. A touch sloppier. A little less rhythmic with the way he drills into you. A little more desperate as he chases the friction of dragging every ridge and every vein along your slick heat.

You hum a little, grinning to yourself as you pull him down and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips into a wet, messy kiss. Your walls clench around him, and he groans into your mouth, making a soft, low sound that you drink up greedily.

“Does that feel good?” You whisper.

“Must I elaborate such obvious things?” He asks roughly.

“Won’t you indulge me with your usual sweetness?” You plead.

He’s weak—for you, he is. So he groans once more, heavy and labored breaths fanning across your lips as he feels the tight, warm squeeze of your walls around his cock. It’s good—so good, in fact, that he’s almost at a loss for words. (A miracle in and of itself, he thinks. Flins is hardly at a loss for words—he’s quite good at articulating what he wants to say, in fact).

“Well, if I must—yes. You do feel good,” he pants, voice breaking just a fraction as your walls flutter around the throbbing cock that bullies into you. “You…you are a wonder—so soft and sweet and exquisite. I fear one day I may wake up and find you gone. A figment of my imagination. You’d never let that happen, would you my dear?”

“N-no,” you whine, breath getting heavier as the familiar build up creeps up on you. “Never…n-never leaving.”

“An undeniable relief,” he chuckles breathlessly. “I was almost worried—”

He cuts off his own words the second he senses it. Flins can sense things a little quicker than you.

There’s a creak in the door. There’s a weird howl in the wind. There are the faintest, quietest echoes of what sounds like footsteps.

You think you’re imagining it. He knows a little better than that.

It’s not like you can pay it much mind—you’re in a bit of a predicament yourself to pay too much attention to your surroundings. One particularly harsh thrust of his hips, and you forget what you were thinking in the first place.

He tends to do that to you.

“What utterly unremarkable timing,” he almost grumbles. “I always thought my neighbors to be a little more…considerate.”

Flins lives alone on this small little island that he calls home. He keeps to himself. There are no signs of life apart from him and you and the frostlamp flowers that grow along the cemetery. There are no neighbors…unless he means the ghosts.

And then you notice it—the pair of eyes in the corner. The other right beside the first. The pair in the distance to your left and the one that’s a little closer to your right. They watch you carefully, watch the way your knees are folded to press you in half and the way his cock disappears and reappears every time he practically pulls out just to slide back into you all the way. You’re sure they take note of the way his hand—free of gloves for now, has a persistent thumb attached to your clit with those harsh circles that make you dizzy.

It feels shameful, having the dead watch you this way. It feels almost like they are mocking the way you are so alive—watching the way your heart is erratic and your body is worked up to such a heightened state.

“W-wait,” you gasp, “there’s p-people—”

“Yes, it would appear we have an audience,” he clicks his teeth, “how impolite. I don’t appreciate sharing—selfish as it may seem.”

“We should stop—they’ll s-see—”

“Then show them, my darling,” he leans down and presses a soft, delicate scatter of kisses along your jaw. “Perhaps they only wish to watch, don’t they?” His voice is almost a purr now, wicked and low. Still dangerously sweet. His hips snap into you harder, forcing you to take every inch. “Show them how beautiful you are when you come apart.”

Your protest dies in your throat when his thumb grinds cruelly once more over your clit, dragging tight circles that make your thighs shake. You can feel every stare searing through you, their hollow eyes fixed on where you’re split wide open around him. Shame burns in your chest—but it only makes the heat in your belly throb sharper, dirtier.

“Flins—ah, f-fuck—” you choke on your own words when he pulls almost all the way out—but you don’t mourn the loss of him filling you when he slams back to the hilt, the sound wet and obscene in his quiet home in the graveyard. His hand presses at your lower belly, holding you in place, making you feel how he fills you up inside. “They’re—they’re going to see me—”

“Let them,” he sings against your ear, biting at your lobe. “Let them envy what it means to have a pulse. Let them watch you bleed with pleasure.” His thumb flicks faster—it’s almost merciless, and you’re keening now, arching shamelessly so every phantom eye can see how your body reacts and begs for more.

You’re dizzy, your thighs are quivering, and your chest is heaving as you writhe under his touch. He pistons into you like he means to fuck you straight through the earth, the rich soil that houses his troublesome neighbors that don’t know to mind their business. He’s good at dragging the sounds out of your throat no matter how you try to swallow them—no matter how much dignity you try to preserve. His pace is too brutal, too expert at making you lose composure to keep it together in front of your….unexpected audience.

Finally, with a sharp cry, you’re breaking apart around him. You can feel your walls spasming around him with your release, wet and gushing over his cock. He hisses when you clamp down around him, thrusting deeper and rutting until he shudders inside you, spilling hot and thick ropes of cum while his teeth sink into your neck.

“P-perhaps one of these days you’ll kill me, too,” his voice cracks, “and I’ll join our intruders in the land of the dead with how you make my heart stop.”

“Flins,” you sob—it’s all you can manage to utter. All you can bring your incoherent mind to piece together as your nails press angrily into his shoulders and make bright red indents bloom into his skin. “F-feels…feels so good.”

“I’m sure they are aware,” he chuckles, “it’s written all over your face, my dear.”

He sounds a little satisfied with that. With the fact that there is a population of people—dead, of course, but a population all the same—that knows how good he is at fucking you. At making you fall apart around his cock and scream his name and weaken in his arms.

When you come down from your sigh, both trembling in the aftermath, he doesn’t let you hide. You try to pull hims down and bury your face into his neck, but he resists—instead, he drags your chin up so you’re looking directly at him, face fully on display. He’s still deep inside of you—and you’re still full of him, still stretched and dripping with his release.

“I believe they had a proper view, wouldn’t you say?” His voice hoarse but laced with triumph. “Even the dead cannot argue that I know your body better than anyone.”

Well .

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

𓂃 ࣪⋆💿˚ ༘ . HIT IT RAW !

✿ tws : multi-fandom men x fem!reader. nsfw/smut, creampie, dubcon, hair pulling, chocking, rough s*x, possessiveness & obsession, crying & tearing during s*x, mocking and humiliation.

CRUEL MEN… who seize control without hesitation, their strength undeniable as he slams his cock inside you with no warning. There’s no tenderness, no patience—only the raw, unrelenting force of his desire as he claims what’s his. Your breath catches in your throat, a sharp gasp torn from your lips as your body struggles to keep up, your mind reeling from the sudden intrusion.

“Too late to back out now,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement as he grips your waist, fingers pressing bruises into your skin. “You can take it.”

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust, doesn’t offer you a moment to process—because he doesn’t need to. You’re his, meant to be used, meant to be molded to his will, and he makes sure you understand that with every brutal thrust. Your protests dissolve into choked whimpers, swallowed by the overwhelming mix of fear and something darker, something addictive that coils in your stomach.

“You’re shaking,” he muses, his pace never faltering. “Does it hurt? Or do you like it?”

His grip tightens as he pulls you onto him again and again, taking what he wants without a second thought. He fucks you like he owns you, like he has no intention of ever letting you go. The sheer intensity leaves you dizzy, toes curling, pleasure and pain blurring together into something that steals the air from your lungs.

“Look at you,” he groans, voice thick with satisfaction as he watches you crumble beneath him. “Fucking perfect when you’re like this.”

You’re helpless, trapped in the heat of his body, lost in the dizzying force of his dominance. And yet, even as he pushes you past your limits, even as your body trembles from the force of his claim, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. Because there’s something intoxicating about his cruelty, about the way he takes without asking, leaving you with no choice but to surrender.

His cock drives deep inside you, stretching you open with every brutal thrust. There’s no hesitation in the way he takes you—only raw, ruthless desire. Your pussy clenches around him, trying to keep up, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t let up, only fucks you harder, making sure you feel every inch of him.

“Fuck,” you gasp, fingers gripping onto anything for support, but it’s useless. He’s relentless, his cock slamming into you over and over, the wet sounds of your pussy only spurring him on.

“That’s right,” he chuckles darkly, one hand sliding up to grab your tits, fingers pinching and rolling your nipples until you whimper. “So fucking sensitive. You like this, don’t you?”

You try to deny it, but the way your body reacts betrays you. Every time he buries himself to the hilt, your clit throbs, the pleasure mixing with the sharp sting of his rough treatment. It’s overwhelming—the way he uses you, the way he claims you without mercy.

“Say it,” he growls, leaning in close, breath hot against your ear. His pace never falters, every thrust knocking the air from your lungs. “Say you love it when I fuck you like this.”

You barely manage a whimper, your mind foggy, your body too lost in the sensations to think. But he won’t let you off that easily. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your legs shake.

“Say it,” he demands, his voice dripping with dominance.

“I—” Your voice breaks, another sharp thrust making you cry out. “I love it… I love it when you fuck me like this.”

“Good girl.” His smirk is nothing short of wicked as he fucks you harder, faster, making sure you understand exactly who you belong to.

His hand tangles in your hair without warning, yanking your head back so you’re forced to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, filled with something possessive—something dangerous. You barely have time to gasp before his other hand wraps around your throat, fingers tightening just enough to make your breath hitch.

“There it is,” he murmurs, watching as you tremble beneath him. “That little look in your eyes… You’re scared, aren’t you?”

You try to shake your head, but his grip keeps you still. The truth is, you are scared. The way he’s fucking you—relentless, merciless, like he doesn’t care if it’s too much—has your body torn between fear and something far more dangerous. Your pussy clenches around his cock involuntarily, and he groans, his fingers tightening around your throat in response.

“Liar,” he breathes, his grip flexing just enough to make you lightheaded. “Your body tells me everything I need to know.”

His cock slams into you again, hitting that spot that makes you see stars, and your moan is choked by the pressure around your throat. His pace is brutal, your slick dripping down your thighs as he takes everything he wants, stretching you past your limits. Your tits bounce with every thrust, and he watches them hungrily, his hand sliding down to squeeze one roughly.

“Look at you,” he sneers, voice thick with amusement. “You act so innocent, but your pussy’s sucking me in like you were made for this.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure builds unbearably fast, your clit throbbing from the way he’s fucking you so deep, so rough. His fingers slide between your legs, rubbing cruel circles around your clit, and your whole body jolts.

“N-No—” you gasp, trying to squirm away, but he only tightens his grip in your hair, holding you still.

“No?” he echoes mockingly, dragging your body flush against his. “You think you have a choice, baby?” His voice is low, dark, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine. And I’ll take whatever I want.”

His grip tightens around your throat again, just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. Your body is burning, trembling from the overwhelming pleasure as his cock pounds into you mercilessly. It’s too much, too intense, but you can’t stop the way your body responds—the way your pussy clenches around him, the way your hips instinctively roll to meet his thrusts.

“That’s right,” he groans, feeling you tighten around him. “You can fight it all you want, but in the end, you’ll still cum on my cock like a good little slut.”

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈 : FLAME REAVER, Blade, SUKUNA, Fyodor?, Panatalone, Scaramouche, DOTTORE, Capitano + your faves !

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[vampiredaze]

“stop being so mean to me” partner x “aw baby i’d take you more seriously if you weren’t dripping wet” partner

[alinapopsblog]

mdni, choking and overstim with childe 💕

not proofread, wrote at work on my break 😞 just playing genshin and remembering how much i love my tartaglia <33

every thrust into your pussy was earth shattering, childe’s cock pushing against your deepest and most sensitive parts. his arm kept you in a firm headlock, chin supported by the crook of his elbow. his chest was pressed into your back and sweaty, rocking you with every thrust.

childe’s lips messily kissed at your jaw, his own moans coming out in desperate pants. you could barely even think straight - everything ached with overstimulation and you could feel your slick dripping down your thighs, but nothing stopped the harbinger from continuing to ravage your body.

“so good, soo good to me, yeah?” he breathed into your ear, breath shaky as his free hand moved down to rub at your neglected clit. he sunk all the way in and slowly ground his hips in circles, making you cry out and desperately grind back into him - to which he laughed in response. “so perfect, no one - fuck, no one could do to me what you do to me. no one could, ah - no one matches, no one compares.”

the headlock around your throat became tighter. you felt the world start to spin, blinking tears out of your eyes, and you didn’t even register you were about to cum until your orgasm hit like a truck. childe’s grip on you kept you from pulling away, but the spasming of your hips on his cock only drove you further into your hysteria. you were sobbing, drool pooling in the crook of his elbow.

inside you, childe exploded and filled your already stuffed pussy, moaning like a bitch in heat. you gasped out as he loosed his grip and leaned off of you, arms shaking with the effort to hold yourself up without his support. thankfully, you didn’t need to do that for much longer - there was a hand between your shoulder blades, gently pushing you down into the pillows, and before you knew it, childe was fucking you like it was the first time all over again.

[devil-in-hiding]

i wanna sink my teeth into lalo’s tattoo while he holds me in a headlock 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[alinapopsblog]

rules of four ; jhin x reader

hoping this finds the right people... tw; choking, overstim, afab reader, jhin is kinda scary and might kill you but who knows

one.

the first thrust nearly had your eyes bugging out of your skull. your pussy clenched around jhin's cock, your face screwed in pleasure while his stayed hidden behind a mask. his hand drifted up to wrap around your neck and keep you pinned to the bed as he dragged his hips back.

two.

his thrust was a punch to your gut, making you keen out. tears welled in your eyes, adding to your pleasure distorted vision. you thought you heard jhin chuckle, but the pounding in your eyes overwhelmed all noises while his free hand pressed down on the bulge in your gu.

three.

jhin's tip collided with your gspot, the hand pinning your gut down amplifying the feeling tenfold. you were audibly sobbing now, wrecked with only three thrusts. the hand around your neck squeezed softly, thumb brushing against your pulse. you wondered if he was pondering your mortality, how easy it would be to unload a bullet into your skull at the end of this - there was reason to worry.

four.

the fourth thrust made you cum, the hand on your gut traveling down to grind against your clit while you spasmed. his hips rolled in slow and lazy grinds, letting you ride out your first orgasm of the night in quiet judgement. your cunt pulsed violently around the lenght inside you, clit throbbing against the pads of his gloved fingers. jhin did not give you a break, instead starting up rhythmic thrusts and withholding you from calming down.

after all, you were to become his greatest masterpiece.

[alinapopsblog]

making out highhh🥹🤤😖

tw; int0x, breathplay if you squint, this is happening between two consenting adults

one hand on the back of your neck with the other on your hips, gently working you onto their lap while their tongue smothered your mouth. your head floaty, every touch lit your nerves on fire - their hand has been up your shirt for the past, what - ten minutes, twenty minutes? you had no idea.

they pause every now and then, sometimes to stop and look at you, and sometimes to rip the bong sat on the coffee table. someone’s they would hold the mouthpiece to your lips, lighting and waiting until your drag was good enough to pull. they would kiss you before you could exhale, making you sputter into their mouth, but the hand on your neck kept you from pulling away.

the higher you two got, the more debauched your make out became - shirts were off and their hand was in your underwear at this point. their mouth busied themselves with your neck, leaving bites and kisses along your sensitive skin while their fingers dug into you. do you think you can take a rip in this position? because they want you to get higher 💕🍃

;;; suguru geto, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna + ur fav <3

[alinapopsblog]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈ promiscuous girl

you're teasing me!

where jjk men would kiss you at parties (and how)

mdni!!! ageless blogs will be blocked :) content warnings; nasty making out in public, drunk sex, a lot of grinding and a lot of thigh riding (sorry i love it idk), dumbification for choso kinda, car make out mmh, toji is toji, sukuna is sukuna, pretty tame but gojo and geto got really horny IM SORRY, slight cucking lmfao

choso ☆ on the couch

choso had never been the most social person in the world, though he did like to people watch - which was one of the reasons why he came to this party with you. the second was obvious, the reasoning glaring him in the face everytime he looked at you and saw the dress you were wearing.

that dress. that damn dress. it was his favorite shade, a dark and bloody maroon that veered on the edge of purple, and it didn't leave much to the imagination. you always like dressing up for him a bit, and tonight was no different. his eyes stayed on you while you chatted with a couple people by the drinks table, your hands full with a glass for each of you.

after a few more pleasant words exhanged, you moseyed back, choosing to plop yourself sideways on his lap and wrap an arm around the back of his neck. "drink up," you cheered, your hand coming around to press the glass against his lips and gently tilt back. his chin followed, lips parting as he gulped down the mixed drink until you pull it away.

"you smell good," choso hummed, his head falling into your neck as soon as the glass was gone. you let out a startled chuckle at the dive, and then choked back a gasp when you felt his teeth nibble at your skin. his hand already was on the side of your thigh, calloused hands brushing your skin. it raised near instantaneous goosebumps, the publicity of this stunt lost on you once his tongue brushed your skin.

"choso," you scolded softly. his hand tightened on your thigh in response, head tilting up to drunkenly kiss you.

choso's kisses never failed to dumb you down, soft mouth against yours nearly casting a spell. you melted into it, eyes closing while the rest of the party melted away. vaguely in the back of your mind you made sure to hold both drinks steady, though his tongue in your mouth was proving to be a challenge.

if you were any more lucid, you would be able to feel the glances being cut your way. women looked at you jealously, imagining what it would be like to be worked by that gorgeous mouth. men watched with the same green eyes, instead wishing to be the one to caress your leg and help you undress once you left. while you were unaware of them, choso was not, and it made him kiss you harder. his vacant hand travelled upwards, tilting your jaw to help aid his own selfish mission.

teeth nipped at your bottom lip, tongue quickly returning to lick across your teeth and cheeks. it was sloppy and utterly whorish, mixed slobber starting to leak down your chin in the middle of this party, but why stop? the bulge underneath you felt too good to get off of and every movement of his soft lips was addicting.

the hand on your jaw slipped down slightly to secure around the side of your neck, grip tightening and making a small whimper slip from your mouth. a sharp bite down on your bottom lip made you gasp, and choso pulled away slowly, tongue falling out to clean up the mess he made on your chin. letting go of your neck, he kissed your nose and grabbed his drink from your hand.

"thanks for the drink, baby."

nanami ☆ in the car

work parties were never nanami's favorite, although he did like having you on his arm. while his coworkers discussed quarterly quotas, achievements in the past year, the new ceo that was coming in with the new product line... he spent his time with you, snacking from the catering table and drinking wine off to the side.

he always loved how you dressed for these events, too, and how good you looked next to him. he would catch glimpses of you two in the reflections of passing dark windows - him in his dark suit and you in your red cocktail dress, one that hugged your figure second best to himself.

nanami couldn't help yourself, and it seemed you were on the same page when you followed him into the drivers seat, comfortably sitting on his lap and grabbing at his tie as soon as he sat down. nanami wordlessly closed the drivers door when your lips crashed into his, and his grip on the door became tighter when your hips started to grind down onto him.

"wanted you so bad in there, nanamin," you whispered against his lips in between kisses, one hand sliding up his neck and into his hair at the nape of it. you gave it a gentle tug to hear the man beneath you groan, the noises aided on by your swaying hips. you pulled away to look down at your husband, both of your lips slightly parted.

nanami's hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb reaching out to drag and gently pull your bottom lip down ever so slightly. you looked so beautiful in this lighting, and he couldn't help but stop to admire his wife. the dim lighting of the streetlamps nearby lit the car in soft yellows, the moonlight adding a blue hue through the sunroof. he leaned back up to kiss you, hands moving down to secure back at your waist and continue your slow sways.

he swallowed each of your whimpers with his tongue, eagerly lapping at the inside of your mouth while his cock throbbed against your already soaked pussy. the car was already getting hotter with your pants - it didn't take long for nanami to turn you into a deflowered mess.

"you don't know what you do to me, my love," nanami groaned, parting lips to lean his forehead against yours. he took a shaky breath and you relished in it, deepening your grinds and whimpering at the increased pressure. nanami continued, "no one can dismantle me like you. don't stop moving, please."

nanami was begging, and it was making your stomach ache with need. your hips moved faster around him while your hands moved down to undo his belt, but he was quicker, securing both your wrists in a firm grasp.

he stifled your complaint with a wet kiss, the grip on your hands pulling to keep you from pulling away. one hand still rested on your hips, and when your pace started to falter (not your fault, his kisses were just that damn good), his grip tightened and encouraged you to continue.

"just like this, dear," nanami whispered, pulling away from your lips to begin his assault on your pretty exposed neck. "no need to rush. let me take my time, let me feel you." with a few bites and kisses to your skin, he leaned back up, brown eyes boring into yours as he guided you. after a few moments, his grip on your wrists lightened, and you looped your arms around his neck.

after a few more moments of bated breaths and whimpers from the both of you, you couldn't help but close the gap between you and your husband yet again, sucking his tongue as you came in your panties.

toji ☆ in someone's bedroom

toji was the one that invited you to this party, but it came into question how much he actually wanted to be there for the sake of it. forty minutes in, both of you already were drunk in someone else's bed, mouths messily clashing together like it was a fight.

toji's large hands kept you in place on his lap, fingertips digging into the plush of your thighs while your hands slid themselves over his chest and shoulders. the alcohol made your head spin, but not nearly as much as toji's vodka-flavored tongue jamming itself down your throat.

realistically, this was trashy. whoever's bed this was, god hope toji had some self restraint tonight. you never thought you would be the type to do this, but with the party still young, no activities were ceasing anytime soon, giving you two ample time to get it on.

toji's tongue was addicting, and his hands were nothing short of. they moved from your thighs to slip under your ass, giving you a harsh squeeze that made you squeak and sit up on your knees. you opened your mouth to scold him, but toji took advantage of the changed positions and flipped you, groin comfortably pushing itself against your damp and exposed panties.

instead of a scold, you gasped, though he was quick to swallow it as he began to slowly grind against you. kissing you stupid, it was so easy for him to grab both of your hands in one above your head, the other resting on your waist.

"just can't get enough of you, darlin'. hate seein' how people look at you, hate how they think i'm not watching them," toji muttered hurriedly, soaked and swollen lips peeling from yours only to leave wet smears along your jaw. his gentle nips made you keen and arch your back - no need to worry about volume with the music downstairs and most of the party spilling onto the deck.

"sounds-" you stopped to gasp at a bite, "sounds like you're - a little insecure, toji."

"does this feel like the dick of someone who's insecure?" toji snarked, grinding his hardon into you with a little more purpose. his lips worked against your neck, quick to make a few marks before he kissed back up your neck, back up your jaw, and then stopped before your lips.

"prideful, maybe," toji mused after listening to your quick whimpers at his ministrations. "or maybe i just don't like people looking at what's mine, y'know?"

toji let go of your hands and scooped them under your thighs, pulling away from you to slide down and put your knees over his shoulder. lifting up the bottom of your ridiculously short dress, he admired the mess he already made of your panties and ghosted a thumb down the sodden line of your slit.

"none of them could do this, anyways," toji murmured, half to himself while his brown heart shaped eyes stared into your pussy. his thumb pressed down on your clit and he smiled at your moan, finally pulling your panties to the side and eating his fill.

sukuna ☆ on the dance floor

on the dance floor the music playing overhead was loud, bass thumping the chests in the dancefloor like the wind stirs the waves of an ocean. every trill of synth or whine of an overly-autotuned edm song made the tips of your ears tingle and throat shake. all of that combined with the hands on your hips created a beautiful concoction that made your stomach warm and heart thud in time with the beat.

sukuna stood behind you, pressed against you closer than anyone else in the overpacked crowd was. the occasional elbow or knee knocking into you couldn't take your attention off of the heat emanating from his chest. the hands on your hips kept you moving against him, ass slightly grinding back into his lap while you moved together.

"makin' me wanna take you home early with those hips, girl," sukuna laughed into your ear lowly, one of his hands sliding in front to lay his palm against your lower stomach. his extended tattooed fingers were not even an inch from the apex of your thighs, and the just-barely-touch made you giggle and lean further back into him.

you turned your head to look over your shoulder at him, the rgb from the dj set up cutting his face into beautiful purple and green angles. his tattoos stood out against his pale skin and the colorful lighting, and his stupidly beautiful face made you giggle yet again. "what's to say i'm not trying to leave?"

"thought you wanted to be here? only drag me here to grind your pretty ass on me?" sukuna laughed lowly, the bass of his voice moving your heart like the music never could.

"i don't think you're complaining," you shrugged, your hand coming up behind you to hold onto the back of his neck. you leaned more onto him, slightly dragging yourself down his front and back up as the music continued. you made sure to go up with style, though - your ass pressed up against him as if there were no clothes between you while you bent down, flipping your hair over yourself all in the same movement.

when you were back up against his chest, one of sukuna's hands left your hip and grabbed your chin, turning your head around to kiss you from behind.

god, it was so hard to even continue dancing - to even remember what song you were dancing to when he kissed you. whenever sukuna's lips met yours, it was like the whole world fell away. it was just the two of you in the room while he kissed you, lip piercings poking against your bottom lip while his tongue quickly made entrance. if you moaned, no one on the dance floor heard it, and the hand on your stomach kept you in place against him - although the thigh that slipped in between your legs made your hips jolt.

"little girl," sukuna growled a laugh against your lips, the hand on your stomach moving down to slip down your short skirt and smooth over your bare thigh. his palm was warm, the warmth flooding into your leg when he gave it a gentle squeeze and pulled it back up.

with a harsh squeeze to your hip, one that made you gasp, he continued, "you don't wanna know what happens if i have to take you home early."

gojo and geto ☆ in the bathroom

being in a bathroom with geto at a party wasn't unfamiliar territory. god save the bathroom vanity of everyone he knew - if you were having a party and inviting geto, the likelihood of him bringing his girlfriend and the two disappearing for hours was high.

what was different this time, though, was the fact that satoru gojo was here, too. and he was the one kissing you.

geto stood leaned against the vanity, strong arms securing you to his front with your own arms pinned to your side. his strength was something he used to his advantage often though gave you the same thrill every time, making your clit throb and nipples peak. even more so, gojo stood pressed against you, knee lightly pressed between yours and geto's legs while he kissed you fucking stupid.

the situation on its own was enough to make you burst in your pants - being pinned between your boyfriend and his hot best friend was a dream come true, one suguru must have been expecting for a long time. why else would he invite gojo up here? it was almost embarrassing how quick you agreed to the ménage à trois.

while your arms were pinned, satoru's were free to explore. large, spindly hands made quick work of feeling up every inch of you, unabashedly moaning into your mouth more than he was kissing you.

"satoru," suguru chided, giving you a small squeeze as he nosed at the back of your ear, "i think you're getting a little overexcited."

"god, can you blame me?" satoru groaned pathetically, head falling from your mouth to your neck. his mouth was as rough as his hands, teeth biting and lips puckering to leave dark spots along your skin - despite suguru telling him not to. "been wanting to - jesus, christ - devour this sweet thing since day one. my biggest regret will forever be not fucking her when i had the chance."

it was so degrading, to be talked about like you weren't in the middle of them. your moans made your arousal clear, back arching away from suguru while you squirmed.

geto's grip tightened and he tsked in your ear, biting gently at your lobe and tugging. "hold still. i don't want to have to take my belt off."

you tried to respond, but a harsh bite to the nape of your neck made you choke out a moan, head falling back onto suguru's shoulder. satoru's tongue lolled out and smoothed over the bite marks, admiring the welts that rose before kissing his way back up to your neck. his knee pressed further up against both your's and suguru's groins, making you whimper and his breath hitch. satoru's hands caged both you and suguru onto the vanity, and you breathed heavily while he locked eyes with you.

god, those eyes. you found yourself kissing him again before you knew it, tongue pushing against his as he discovered a newfound fervor. hands gripped both of your tits, squeezing at them harshly while his mouth stayed busy. it was overwhelming being so restricted and so stimulated. you almost sobbed when suguru's mouth started adding to the bruises on your neck that satoru left. beneath you, your hips started to hump at gojo's thigh, trying to relieve some of that pressure between your legs.

"should've done this so, so much sooner," satoru groaned into your mouth. "god, suguru, you have to let me do this every night, jesus. fuck.

satoru was a mess, kissing both you and himself into stupidity while suguru's hard on grew ever harder against you. the motion of satoru's legs between his own and your ass grinding back onto him was enough to make him pant onto your neck, face flushed as he was slowly stimulated by the white haired man as well. he still kissed at your neck, but you could feel drool start to land on your shoulder. it drove you even crazier, knowing your strong and ever domineering boyfriend could be reduced to your ground as well.

satoru knew the position he had you both in, basically keeping you both pinned against the vanity between his arms gripping the counter. your growing volume and suguru's trembles were enough to keep satoru going, looking forward to the day he could convince suguru for an invite to your sweet pussy.

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/Crack

Which guys would allow you to have their balls in yo jaws

ik u said crack but i unfortunately take everything in like seriously 🥹 so hopefully u/or someone enjoys this out there lol

first person that comes to mind imo would be gojo 😖 he just loves having you sitting on ur knees between his spread legs. he’d watch and praise u so beautifully while u slob on his balls, hand struggling to jerk off his rather large cock … watching the drool cover him and urself is prob his favorite part, aside from cumming on ur face <3

but then i started thinking abt geto and how he would hold ur hair in such a tight grip while he fucks ur mouth 😭😣 nothing but the sound of ur gagging and his moans filing the room with each thrust. you wish u could look up at him and admire his arched neck and inky hair, but your eyes were too filled with tears and you were too focused on trying to breath for anything else. every now and then he would take it out, letting you catch your breath in large gasps while he smacked his wet dick against your cheeks. it wasn’t long until he slid back in with a sigh and resumed his thrusts 💕

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thinking abt men who....

edge you your boyfriend was always a tease in the sheets. you could beg, cry, grovel, scream as much as you want, and he wouldn't even respond as he munched on your pussy, arms locked around your thighs to keep you in place against his mouth. your hips bucked wildly while you keened, the knot growing ever tighter in your stomach until it began to unravel - and then he stopped. like always, he stopped, pulling away and patiently waiting for your moans to reduce back into quiet whimpers. sometimes he would even blow on your pussy to watch it twitch and clench around nothing, cooing at how you would drip before diving right back in. this would go on for hours, but you sat through it, knowing he always made it up to you at the end of the night. ;;; suguru geto, eddie watts, higoruma, sephiroth, omen, diluc, nuevillette, choso, doug, hwei + ur fav <3

overstimulate you it had been hours, at this point. you couldn't tell up from down and couldn't tell where you began and your boyfriend ended. the endless thrusts he was serving your poor cunt had you dizzy and delirious, drool slipping from your mouth and landing on his arm - which had you locked against his chest in a brutal headlock. your tits ached from jolting with every thrust, throbbing at the same pace as your clit while he rubbed it. at this point you couldn't even distinguish seperate orgasms - it was all just never ending. his hot pants in your ear and the way he got shaky and slowed when he got close, edging himself to keep you like this. to keep you beautifully overwhelmed and debauched, just for him. ;;; tartaglia, gojo, sukuna, volt watts, tejo, harbor, sett, ekko, clive rosfield, dottore, skips / shadowlord + ur fav <3