[keisurou]

tarsh/tarshee | twenties | wrio's babygirl​​

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[nonie-theanoniemous]

━━╋ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ? Enjin

MDNI ! f!reader. voyeurism (?). you listen to him ;> masturbation in the car. dirty talk. implied sex after.

You were hiding, laid flat on your back in the back of the car. Frozen, you barely dared to breathe, afraid you’d be caught and interrupt the current.. activity.

The scent of tobacco filled the air, made every inhale and exhale more electric, accompanied by wet noises, synchrony with throaty groans that got you ashamedly wet between the legs.

You don’t know how you ended up here. Didn’t think that doing your favorite thing - hanging out in his car - would land you here. Enjin had come out of nowhere, sliding heavy and loud into the vehicle. ‘He’d think I'm a creep!’ you thought when the door slammed shut, leaving you stiff where you hid and unable to leave. You were panicking too much to think of an escape and before you knew it, you were an audience to the pleasure of your object of desire.

It began with the cigarette, the silence almost suffocating, as Enjin lit up one of his cancer sticks and you thought that'd be the end of it, him chilling in his car smoking, but then the rustle of clothing followed. You’re face burned when you realized what he was doing, mind screaming, and you should’ve gotten out then, should’ve jumped up and announced your presence regardless of the embarrassment to save whatever professional relationship you had with the other cleaner but all you could do was choke down a whimper when deep throated groan left him, cutting through the thick silence like a hot knife to a butter.

You shifted where you laid, tried to ignore the warmth curling in your belly and denying the temptation to satiate some of the pressure you’re feeling down there. “Fuckk,” the moan made you freeze, the first words he’s ever said since he started. Shame quickly burned through you with how hot you found that.

You couldn’t see what he was doing but the noises, wet squelches of strokes and groans, left little to the imagination. Saliva pooled in your mouth at the thought of him, sitting pretty in his palm. God you’d kill for just a peak- what he looks like when lost in pleasure, what it looks like when its wet and hard and ready to fuck. Your body begins to betray whatever restraint you tried to keep when a hand reaches down, pressing, as images fill your mind.

Fantasies of him that you try to keep in your bedroom, of what’d it be like to be under him, on him, between his legs and sucking that glorious cock. Of you tracing you fingers on his tattoos, licking and sucking and telling him that you lo-

“Shit baby, look at you- hungry for it,” his voice has gone grave and beyond the arousal that was quickly clouding your mind, you frowned, heat fading. Was he.. was he fantasizing about someone?

The envy that surged within you dies a screaming death when your very name tumbles out of his mouth in a drawn-out groan, said like a prayer and a curse at the same time, like it pained him to breathe your name, and you weren’t there to respond. You almost did, moth to a flame, but then his hand was moving faster, wet and filthy and all you can think of is ‘that’s what it’d sound if he was fucking me.’

The slop of strokes, long inked fingers squeezing his length, you imagined doing it yourself, desperate to know what would make him twitch. Enjin continued to talk, half gone, “God damn babes, just taking me huh? This pussy missed me that much? Look how it's swallowing me up. Who you think loves my dick better? You or her?”

Patronizing, breathy chuckle that makes you shiver more than you already are. You didn’t think- your hand is now in your panties; fingers honing on your clit to rub and tease in the same rhythm of Enjin’s hand on his cock. You feel insane- he's thinking about you while his dick is in his hand- nearly suffocated by the smell of sex and sweat, the two of you so close yet so far. You swallowed the noises that wanted to leave you, focusing on him as he grew louder, almost pornographic, his pleasure cresting.

He’s fucking his fist now, head thumping back to the headrest and exposing the long line of his tattooed neck, begging for bites and kisses and you whimper when he begins to chant your name, breathy and desperate. “So fuckin’ tight ma, ya feel insane. So fucking wet- yeah good ‘snt? I’m fucking you good? Yeah? My dick so good? Uhuh? Yeahh-”

He’s talking to you like you’re already stupid on his dick and you are. Enji hasn't touched you yet,. doesn't even know you're there, and you’re already stupid on him. A familiar coil began to tighten in your core, fingers working faster and harder on your pussy and wishing it was his, and your legs snapped shut when your pleasure hit its peak, electric in your spine as you grinded against your hand and to the staccato of Enjin’s noises.

It dies down to a bitten whimper, almost high pitched, when he reaches his own releases, Enjin a panting and sighing mess after. He’s quiet, his labored breathing the only sound while you lay in your own wet mess, shamed, and the most aroused you've felt in your life. You were fully prepared to stay there however long it’ll take him to leave, when his voice cuts through in an amused chuckle.

“Enjoy the show?” a lighter flickered to life, tobacco scent following right after. You sit up without thinking, stomach in your throat and he’s already looking at you through the rear mirror view. In the darkness of the car, his eyes were almost glowing. Hair a mess, face a bit damp with the trapped heat and he’s not wearing his jacket, leaving him in his red tank top and his tattoos on display. You swallow, can’t look away from his post orgasm glow, and the excuses on your tongue don't make themselves known.

Enjin raises an eyebrow, teasing, “you like it? T'was just for you,” crooning, his grin positively lecherous. Disbelief echoes in you with the quiet lust that lingered, speechless. He was totally showing off!

Enjin knew you were there the entire time. The very moment he entered the car, your presence was all he could think of while he put his hand on his cock and moaned your name like a porn star. A once in a lifetime opportunity and you have no idea how hot it got him hearing you try to bite back your own pleasure, almost made him stop so he could yank you in the driver's seat and fuck you against the wheel. His grin widened, eyes taking in your disheveled state. There was no mistaking the blazing heat in his gaze.

“Wellll? Come here and lemme give you an even better one. This time you get to participate.”

You whimper and he chuckles. You two don’t leave the car for a while.

un'edited. literally wrote this on a whim (my other wips glaring at me). 1 more day left in my academic prison ugh. enjoyy~

[keisurou]

mdni. i’m writing this on my phone at one am because this lives in my head rent free and is interfering with the rest of my wips.

warnings — masturbation (m & f), dubcon, panty stealing + sniffing, eren is reader’s younger brother’s best friend and reader is three years older than eren, college au, slight exhibitionism and voyeurism, unedited.

the first time is always hard.

it’s awkward and terrifying with the way guilt creeps up on him and yet at the same time, it feels so good. it’s worth it, he reckons, even though he couldn’t make eye contact with you for the next few days. so, obviously he does it again. 

and again. 

until it feels normal. until the act of stealing your underwear from your room becomes the norm for him every time he sleeps over at your place during thanksgiving break. it’s all he can do to appease his frustrations while he desperately wishes you would look past him being your brothers best friend and actually see him as a man. he could make you happy if you would just give him one chance, one date, or even just one kiss.

because eren knows a lot about you.

Keep reading

[owwllly]

kiss the homie goodnight

[keisurou]

mdni. cw breeding, pregnancy

thinking about eren who is just so enamoured with you. he can’t think properly when you look up and smile at him, curled up in the sofa all comfortable. he imagines this is what he would come home to once he finally musters up enough courage to ask you out, put a ring on your finger and knock you up until you’ve got three, four, five mini erens running around the house, clambering into his arms after he comes home from work.

he’d try his best to be the best dad and he knows he will as long as he’s got you by his side. he’d kiss each kid and tuck them into bed before finding you in the master bedroom, all tucked in under the covers except you’re not really going to sleep.

‘should we try for another one then?’

his brain stutters to a halt and before he knows it, you’re on your back as he ruts his hardness against your wet folds. the way you gasp is obscene, voice muffled as he makes quick work of his pants.

‘e—eren, wait!’ your voice stutters as he fucks you deeper, pawing at your stomach rolls and love handles. his thumb finds your clit, rolling it between his fingers and you tighten up, your pussy milking him for all he’s worth. he’s so close and it’s so hard to think right now. your tits shake with each thrust and he wants to see them full of milk and leaking.

‘god baby, i’m gonna fill you up i’m gonna—’

‘eren!’

he blinks. you’re standing in front of him now, unfortunately fully clothed. his fingers twitch at his sides and he has half a mind to kiss you senseless. his throat dries up as you take a step closer. he takes a step back.

‘are you okay?’

fuck. no.

‘yeah,’ his voice cracks. ‘just gonna get a glass of water.’

[keisurou]

rewatching jjk so it’s thirsty gojo hours (currently 3am so y’all know i ain’t LYINGGGG).

will be part of a full fic but as of now im just getting back into the hang of writing again because it’s been a hot minute

as always, minors do not interact!!

It's only been about twenty minutes since you settled into your bed, textbook in hand when Gojo plops down on the bed, his thighs pressed flush against yours. He peers at you over his glasses, baby blues sparkling with amusement and something you can't quite put your finger on. Whatever it is, you know it's bad news.

"Wanna fuck?"

The silence stretches out longer than it feels. You’re waiting for him to say something, or even just to move. Because the longer he stays still, blank expression not leaving his face, the more you’re convinced that you just imagined it. You bring your knees up, as close to your chest as possible and turn your attention back to the words on the page. "No."

"Let me rephrase that for you," He picks up the book out of your hands and flaps it around almost gleefully. "When do you wanna fuck?"

"We're not fucking—"

"I think now's a great time. Don't really feel like waiting a whole hour when I'm already hard."

On instinct, your eyes shift down to his lap before you can stop yourself. There's no tent. Gojo bites down on his bottom lip and grins widely.

"You're so full of it." Your voice is flat, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop your lips from twitching up at the sides.

He flutters his lashes dramatically. "Just full of love and adoration for you." And then he's pushing you down, hand splayed across your ribcage until you feel the soft fullness of the pillows. Any protest you had dies on the tip of your tongue when he grinds into the juncture between your thighs. His breath is hot against the shell of your ear, and his little sharp gasps feel like music to your ears. "I really do want to fuck you."

For a second, you think about teasing him; pushing him back with your foot against his chest until he's far enough on the bed. Until he understands that the only way he would even get to touch you is until he jerks himself off for your viewing pleasure, edging himself until he's gasping for air with hiccupped begs for you to finally let him fuck you. But then Gojo slips off the flimsy shorts you have on, and you're brought back to the present. He's careful with the way the material slides off, slowly, almost seductively, before he wraps a hand around the flesh of your thigh, squeezing at the generous fat.

"You're always so.." Gojo trails off, opting to press along the centre of your panties with his thumb. "..fucking wet."

You whimper, shifting your hips to chase his fingers. "Don't say that."

He only hums in response, lips stretching into a smirk as he pulls at the waistband of your underwear before letting it slap against your fleshy hips. He does it again, slower, and this time pulls the material down, past the swell of your ass and lets it rest at your knees. You don't realise you're holding your breath until he lifts you up, hands under your ass and legs over his shoulders until he's at eye-level with your cunt. He leans his head against a thigh, lips pressing the softest butterfly kisses along the sensitive skin there. His breath fans out across the edge of your panties, getting closer and closer with each exhale and before you know it, you find yourself squirming, legs crossing across his back.

“So impatient,” he teases, grinning widely. It’s tempting not to wipe that smug smirk off his face. “You just need to ask, baby.”

“Satoru,” Your fingers thread themselves into his hair and give a warning pull. “Don’t tease.”

“You gonna take charge today, princess?” He fails to keep the snicker out of his voice. You’re not sure if he’s even trying to. “You wanna sit on my face?”

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[bluebeesknees]

Public Nuisance Nr.1

[just-a-random-bakugo-stan]

“Eww don’t ship them ! They’re just friends/ they hate each other/ they barely have any interaction/they never even met/they’re not from the same series !”

Pussy. Back in my days, we shipped Elsa and Jack Frost to hell and back because they were both ice themed.

[qinsylus]

04/07/25; 07:12pm

dante sparda x fem.reader

warnings: somnophilia

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

thinking about riding dante sparda’s abs.

you woke up in the middle of the night, questioning why your boyfriend didn’t join you in bed, yet you swore you could hear his snores echoing throughout your apartment.

dressed in an oversized shirt, you step out of your bedroom, your bare feet touching at the wooden floors that creak with your added weight. as you venture out into the living room, dante’s snores became even more prominent. noticing the way his boots hang precariously off the side of the couch, you inch closer to the piece of furniture only to find dante sprawled out in a deep slumber.

his chest moves in tune to his deep breaths, making you cross your arms upon seeing his torn clothes and how his abdomen was revealed to you. you lean forward, ready to wake him up when a sudden urge-

a compulsion you couldn’t seem to ignore courses through you.

your eyes kept taking in the sinful sight of him, with his torn shirt and how it left nothing to the imagination. dante was laid out so deliciously for you that you had to take a moment to admire him. as if sculpted by the gods themselves, there wasn’t an inch of dante that was short of perfection. while he breathed, you watched with an almost hungry gaze at how his muscles rippled in response.

a familiar ache was settled between your legs when you carefully step out of your panties, kicking them aside when they pool against your ankles. heat was felt blossoming within your veins when you manage to climb on top of your beloved hunter, placing your naked center over his abdomen while trembling at how the first contact made you feel.

low whimpers escape from your parted lips when you brace yourself against his chest, moving your slick heat up and down his abdomen. you allow each muscled ridge to catch at your clit, fueling the bundle of nerves with some much needed friction. your movements succeed in making the couch bounce in response, with dante no longer asleep as he lazily watches you while a storm was felt brewing beneath his eyes.

his low whistle was what makes you stutter in your movements, eyes going wide when his large hands were felt gripping at your waist. “you surprised me with a gift? you shouldn’t have, baby.” taking advantage of your distracted state, dante controls your movements by sliding you up and down the length of his abdomen, your arousal staining at his skin making him groan in response.

“you’re such a pretty girl for me… so damn pretty.” dante praises you in hushed tones, the deep timbre of his voice causing shivers to run up and down your spine. he suddenly removes your aching cunt away from his abs, keeping you still with one hand while freeing his cock from the confines of his pants with the other.

when his belt lands against the floor without a second thought, you found yourself laid back against the couch. dante removes your oversized shirt, giving him the view of your perky breasts and how your nipples hardened beneath his heated gaze. he lets out a low whistle, tossing aside your shirt while cupping one of your breasts within the palm of his hand. “how did a bastard like me get so lucky?”

playing with your nipples for another brief second, he releases them, feigning disappointment when he tosses both of your legs against his shoulder, “as much as i’d love to have my mouth suckling at your tits, ‘m afraid my dick just got way too hard to ignore. it’s practically leaking for you, babygirl.”

with your legs trapped against his shoulder, you could barely move, trembling with anticipation when you felt his cockhead lightly tracing at your outer lips. he collects the evidence of your arousal, slapping his tip playfully against your entrance to draw out even more of your whiny moans.

“ngh, dante…! stop teasing me…”

“heh, as you wish, babe.”

no longer teasing you, dante swiftly enters you, sheathing his cock deep inside your silky walls as he forces you into a mating press. his swift pounds were void of any gentleness as he fucks you with a possessiveness that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. you were so full of him-

so full of his cock that you lost every single thought that didn’t pertain to him.

the sensation of his cock nestled so deeply inside of you was overwhelming, filling you with a red hot pleasure you craved. his balls kept slapping against you, and you swore that he was fucking you so deep that he was practically in your womb at this point. the feeling of being fucked dumb along with the lingering scent of sex in the air were too much to bear when you manage to arch your back against the leather couch, releasing your juices down the length of his cock.

a growl was heard coming from dante as he continues to bully your sensitive walls with his cock, not stopping even when you had him in a vice grip. yet a few moments later, the need to cum overpowers everything else when dante stills his hips, allowing his dick to grow while you milked him for all he was worth.

thick spurts of his cum were felt being pumped inside you, making you drool at the sudden sensation as you were certain you had heart in your eyes for the beast of a man settled above you. when dante was confident that he was completely emptied did he land against you (earning a loud squeak from you).

“whoa, dante…! you’re so heavy…” his rich chuckle fills at your ear, with dante removing your legs from his shoulder and back down to his waist. he says your name in an almost reverent manner, his usually gruff voice tinged with an unusual softness that he reserves only for you. you meet his gaze, seeing the perfect quality of his true blue eyes, reminding you of clear ocean waters for a brief second until he leans forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

you respond eagerly, kissing him back with just as much passion when you opened up to him. tongues battled for dominance, yet you lost as soon as you felt his tongue pinning yours down. he explores your taste with a slowness that conveyed he had all the time in the world-

yet the sensation of something hard growing from inside you breaks you out of your haze, all too eager to delve in both of your hedonistic desires when dante pulls away from your lips.

with a cocky grin on his face, he spreads your legs wide open for him, allowing both of your legs to hang off either sides of the couch before pistoning his cock back into you. “heh, sorry princess, i guess once wasn’t enough f’ me. but… you’ll forgive me, right?”

and with how good dante was making you feel, you would have done anything and everything for him.

end notes: dante was made for the feminine gaze 🫦

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[yominero]

DEVIL MAY CRY — PUSSY DRUNK EDITION

PRESS START TO LOSE CONTROL

dmc men x fem!reader (separate)

your boyfriend goes feral between your thighs. oral fixation? more like obsession.

NOW LOADING... face-sitting, oral fixation, messy devotion, and dangerously horny devils. WHO IS NUMBER ONE?

PLAYER NAME: NERO PUSSY DRUNK LEVEL: 100 TITLE RANK: THE WORSHIPPER DIRTY SECRET: Once he got a taste, he became obsessed.

Nero is undeniably the most pussy drunk out of the three. He starts with the awkward energy of a guy who’s like, “Do I go left or—oh, got it baby,” and immediately spirals into addiction. His hands are gripping your thighs, his Devil Breaker locked around your waist, keeping you in place.

He lives to make you tremble with only his tongue. He loves watching you fall apart. He gets off on the sounds you make, the way you squirm, tug his hair, and scream his name, squeezing him between your legs as he goes deeper and deeper. And he calls himself a devil hunter? No, honey, he's a professional diver.

“Baby, fuck, I could do this all day. You taste so good. Look at you, already gone, and I haven’t even started.”

When you come, he doesn’t stop. He moans into your dripping folds, licks it up like he’s dying of thirst in the middle of the desert, welcomed into the oasis called you. It's terrible how much you spoil him... He can't go a day without seeing, feeling, or tasting you. And he claims that the only devil thing is his arm, how funny. Do we need to comment on his tongue and how it makes you open your own gate to Hell?

NEXT LEVEL: Pussy drunk like it’s his life purpose.

Nero’s embarrassed about how much he loves it, but does it anyway. Over and over again. Let it rain over him, or on him—he wouldn’t mind which way it goes, especially if you just so happened to squirt and make a mess. Sometimes he's speechless, and he just looks up at you, licks his lips while staring at your fucked up face, and smiles like a child who seems to have received a long-awaited birthday present.

PLAYER NAME: DANTE PUSSY DRUNK LEVEL: 98 TITLE RANK: THE SHOW-OFF DIRTY SECRET: Loves the taste, the sound, the mess. He wants it all, and he wants you to know.

Dante loves oral. He’s cocky about it, and for a damn good reason, not to brag or anything, but he’s amazing at it. It’s not just about skill; he enjoys the whole act. The slow build-up, the angelic sounds you make when the devil is right between your legs. The visual. He’ll drag his tongue across your folds and then look up with a smirk, lips wet, like “You good, princess? Can I go deeper?”

He’ll eat you out on the couch, on the counter, on the damn floor. Loudly. Sloppily. Groaning like it’s the best meal he’s ever had, because let’s be honest—it is the best meal he’s ever had. After that, he doesn't want to taste or look at anything else. He knows very well what effect it has on and in you. He'll have the audacity to smirk when he feels your legs pressing and squeezing his face. Well, if he's going to die here, he'll die a happy man.

“You’re drippin’, babe. And I haven’t even done anything yet? Shit, I love this pussy.”

He ruts the mattress while he’s doing it. No shame. Your pleasure is his pleasure, you are his top priority, because nothing will make him feel better than the fact that he has done his job successfully, or as he likes to say, "Jackpot!"

NEXT LEVEL: Pussy drunk and proud about it, will shout it off rooftops.

Dante absolutely, with no hesitation, makes you sit on his face. Grabs your ass and keeps you there, seated nicely on your throne. You know how it goes—two plus two, he is going to undress you, then go three in three, you are going to undress him. Four in four, you are going to freak some more. He says Jackpot when he hits the spot that will 100% guarantee an orgasm…Yeah, he won for life.

PLAYER NAME: VERGIL PUSSY DRUNK LEVEL: 90 TITLE RANK: THE STORM DIRTY SECRET: He acts like he’s in control, but when he’s down there? He’s gone.

Vergil doesn’t rush to eat you out. But when he does, it’s quiet, intense, and deliberate. He spreads you open with those gloves and examines you first like a rare artifact, then devours you with the focus of a warrior.

His tongue is slow and deep, keeping his eyes locked on your facial expression. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t moan, or make a sound. You are the one who wanted to play with the devil; might as well follow the game rules. As they say, the devil may work hard, but Vergil works harder.

But the second you moan? He groans into you, stops just for one millisecond to take a deep breath and regain his composure. Still, the man is a control freak; give him a second or not, it doesn't matter since you don’t know how to count right now anyway.

“Be still,” he murmurs, gripping your thighs. And no matter how fast your head spun, you knew you would most likely have his fingerprints on you—as a reminder, a rule, a command, of what your role is. “You will come when I allow it.”

And he forces you to hold eye contact if he’s angled right. You’ll be crying, blinking, and averting your gaze, and he’ll whisper, “You’re not done yet.” You're far from done...Ah, he and his orgasm denial kink are taking over once again. Great, this is just what you needed at this moment. You looked at him with those pitiful and shocked eyes, expecting at least a little mercy. Don't worry, you'll get compensation as long as you can endure what’s coming next, and you better hope it’s going to be you.

NEXT LEVEL: Pussy drunk while he’s feral in silence.

Vergil enjoys this a little too much because it gives him power, and seeing you fall apart from just his mouth, feeds every possessive urge in him to ruin you. He is literally synonymous with "Actions speak louder than words" and proves it every damn time. Doesn't want to admit it, and he absolutely never will, only over his dead body, but when you moan his name and desire more than you can bear, it provides an inner satisfaction to him. But he knows your limits... sometimes.

©2025 yominero do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[koheletgirl]

israeli politicians sit in interviews and say we should do what hitler did and then everyone wakes up the next day and goes to work

[koheletgirl]

here's the context btw i was not exaggerating

[aceteruo-deactivated20240325]

neuvillette x afab! reader ➜ part one

content warnings : pussy eating, pussy spreading, masturbation (male & afab), porn without plot

type : thirst

minors dni with the content below ♡

his tongue is godly against your folds — sucking, lapping, dipping between them to gather your taste on his tongue.

he makes you keen, body arching against the chair as he finally sucks on your clit — the warmth of his mouth making your thighs quiver as they rest on his shoulders.

the chief justice takes his sweet time pleasuring you, white locks disappearing between your thighs as that dangerous tongue dips into your slit, humming low in his throat when you give him more.

your stomach coils, pleasurable tingles robbing you breathless as you make a little V with your fingers. god, he loves when you do that — spreading your pussy open for him, baring yourself to those gorgeous eyes.

his thumbs pull you apart, watching your pussy flutter around nothing. "touch yourself," he barely whispers, diving back in — his tongue press and prod, humming in appreciation as you circle your clit, using three fingers to bring yourself to completion.

he loves the way your thighs clench around his head, his long hair tickling your skin as you arch up into his mouth.

neuvillette growls against your pussy, lips parted as he tongue fucks you — the way your walls clench around his tongue drives him wild.

the palm of his hand presses against the throbbing dicks in his pants, slipping beneath the clothes, squeezing both of them together before his hand starts to jerk them.

he shudders and his eyes roll — the movement makes you glance down, fingers stopping momentarily to watch him fuck the small tunnel of his hand.

and then it hits you like a freight train. your orgasm leaves you reeling, thighs clamping down on his head. neuvillette nearly whines as he tastes your completion, tongue pressing deeper before he sucks on the folds, wanting it all.

fucking his hand to your taste — that's something you never thought you'd find hot. you slump down against the chair, letting him finish his meal, despite you being overstimulated.

his hand slips out of his pants and he helps your quivering thighs from his shoulders, a sheen of your juices on his lips and chin as he stands up.

as always, he seems like he's the epitome of calm and collected, but the bulge in his pants say otherwise.

"when you've calmed yourself," he smiles down at you, resting both of his hands on the armrests of the chair, "allow me to satisfy myself as well, darling?"

[nkogneatho]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍

—cw: fem!reader, edging, overstim, spitting.

Men who have their arms locked on your thighs, making sure your pussy is easily accessible to their tongue. they don't start right away, but gaze at it. your heat melting in juices, flowing and staining the sheet underneath. they breathe over it, to tease it even more and she flutters in need. warm air grazing the skin enough to make it squirm but not enough to chase that high.

To make it more wet, more messy, they gather the saliva in their mouth before spitting on it, watching the translucent drop trail down and fusing with your juices. A wide smile appears on their face when they realize the effect it has on you, making your face heat up and your thighs squirm in his arms. but they're locked up. he's got it locked up so he could enjoy this pretty movie without any intermissions.

When they finally decide to give you the sweet satisfaction of having their tongue lap on your pussy, it comes with a price. There's no way you could win in anything when it comes to them. It's either craving their touch, or begging them to stop from the overstimulation. They are mean. They don't stick to a single pace. Instead, they start out slow, savouring all your heat on their tongue, then get fast making you a moaning mess and you scream—beg for them to keep going. you're close. but they change it back to being slow, depriving your pussy of it's climax. you cry and cry and cry. but they're doing this for you because,

when they actually give you the satisfaction—after what it feels like hours—you are gripping his hair, pushing him further in your pussy and jerking your hips forward at the same time. fuck does it feel so good. you're crying, moaning and screaming their name at the same time in multiple repetitions that has their dick jump up and slap against their abs and spluttered cum on it. shit. am i ruining her or is she ruining me?

[keisurou]

ur megumi is everything 2 me

u got me all giggling n kicking my feet. because it's so cute that you don't know how much you mean to megumi.

my man is obsessed. and mortified that he stays up all night just trying to think about what to say to you just so that he won't look like a creep and weird you out :(( he just wants to get your attention on him for even a second. just give him one date, won't you? he's watched you long enough to know exactly what to do and what to say to get you hooked. just when are you gonna start looking at him like a man???

[zephyrine-gale]

I need blade and luocha to meet

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

you block dabi and hes quiet for 2 months before you get an email from an obvious burner. no subject line just “you’ve healed enough unblock me before i break in”