dryhumping with takuma, i need it my wife
i need it please im begging you
"babe, i can't ruin these pants i just washed them."
takuma keeps whining as if he isn't the one on top of you, rutting against you fully clothed. he's peppering kisses all over your face, moaning against your ear, just to complain some more.
"i have nothing else to change into, can't—god—can't cum like this."
you can feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing against your heat even through both of your clothes. he's biting down on his lip in this awkward desperation that makes you only want to buck your hips up against his even more than you already are.
"then take them off and fuck me, takuma," you try, but he's shaking his head like he's already weighed the pros and cons of doing so.
"can't stop," he sounds like he's tearing up. "feels too good, can't stop to undress, baby, need you now."
fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you up to press even harder against his constrained cock. he's rutting against you like he's in heat, rolling his hips and hissing our harsh noises of pleasure with each and every single movement.
it's not like you can blame him—you'd probably cry if he stopped now to undress the both of you, even if him finally sinking into you would feel like heaven. the pressure against your clit is ungodly, just a little longer and—
"fuuuck, holy fuck, nevermind im cumming," takuma is screwing his eyes shut and stalling his own mind by pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss that send you over the edge as well. you can feel him tense, his dick throbbing against your clothed core as he spills into his pants in concert with your own orgasm.
"worth it."
‼️‼️🫶🏻
More of themm
this is part of my soccer player!ellie and cheerleader!reader series!! go check it out!
before dating her...
soccer player!ellie who refuses to admit she has a crush, so she treats you like you’re annoying. always rolls her eyes when you wave at her from across campus, but secretly she’s dying inside when you do.
soccer player!ellie who has your whole cheer routine memorized. she watches you during warm-ups instead of listening to her coach. if someone points it out, she pretends to be looking at the scoreboard.
soccer player!ellie who doesn't follow you on instagram but has to check at least once a day if you posted something new. absolutely stalks your profile at midnight like it's her own job.
soccer player!ellie who ignores you on campus, but you once dropped your lip gloss outside the gym, and she picked it up and kept it. she doesn’t know why. itlives in the bottom of her backpack like a cursed object.
soccer player!ellie who played her worst game of the season the only day you missed it. she was too busy trying to look for you on the benches, and once she assumed you weren't there, the game had lost its purpose.
soccer player!ellie who acts extra cocky whenever you’re watching practice. suddenly she’s doing trick shots, shirt half-tucked, everything you can imagine.
soccer player!ellie who denies knowing anything about your cheer competitions but saw your team was ranked online and checked the score updates live.
soccer player!ellie who always pretends not to notice you at parties, but the second someone flirts with you, she’s watching like a hawk from across the room, jaw clenched, drink untouched. jesse’s like “just go home before you kill someone.”
soccer player!ellie who starts arriving early to practice just to “warm up,” but really it’s because she knows that’s when your team rehearses stunts on the field. she says it’s the only time it isn’t crowded. dina doesn’t believe her.
soccer player!ellie who went absolutely feral during an away game when a girl on the other team said you looked good in red. she got a yellow card five minutes later for a reckless slide. she doesn't regret it, tho.
once you're dating...
soccer player!ellie who wears your hairband like it's her personal bracelet by now. she even told you once it was her lucky charm.
soccer player!ellie who says PDA is cringe, but lets you wear her jersey to games and gets SO smug when people notice.
soccer player!ellie who will fight if anyone says your routine looked sloppy. she knows every beat and claps the loudest when you finish.
soccer player!ellie who starts doing little things like carrying your bag, bringing you water, or showing up outside practice with snacks.
soccer player!ellie who insists she’s not the romantic type, but gives you her medal the day they win regionals. doesn’t say a word. just hangs it on your neck and walks off blushing.
soccer player!ellie who starts “jokingly” calling you babe in front of people. no one thinks it’s a joke.
soccer player!ellie who dedicates goals to you by making a subtle heart shape with her fingers when you’re not looking. the team knows. the crowd knows. you still pretend not to notice.
soccer player!ellie who refuses to kiss you before games because “it’s distracting.” but if you don’t show up to wish her luck, she texts you in a panic like:
ellie: you forgot ellie: i need my good luck kiss ellie: where r u
soccer player!ellie who has your cheer bows in her room, hidden in her sock drawer. and you don’t even remember giving them to her.
soccer player!ellie who lets you do face paint for her before every home game, even though she complains the whole time:
“you’re doing too much—wait, why is there glitter on my cheek?” “shut up, you look cute.”
soccer player!ellie who scored the final goal from the regionals, and lifted her shirt to expose your initial marked on her abs. let’s say both of you were very busy after the game, because you needed to show her how much you loved the detail.
soccer player!ellie who keeps little trinkets of yours—a charm that fell off your bag, a broken hair clip, a scribbled note you tossed. they’re all in a shoebox under her bed.
soccer player!ellie who panics when you’re sad and does the most insane things to cheer you up, like drawing a comic of you two fighting crime as “captain pom-pom and goal queen.” it’s awful. you love it.
soccer player!ellie who won’t let anyone trash-talk you, even her own teammates. one girl called your cheer routine extra, and ellie benched her with a slide tackle the next day. oops!
soccer player!ellie who gets in trouble for being late to practice because she was walking you to class, carrying your pom-poms for you.
soccer player!ellie who loves when you wear her hoodie with her name after games, especially when you’re tired and clingy. she swears you’ve never looked prettier.
soccer player!ellie who helps you stretch before your performances, getting way too flustered when you sit on her lap mid-stretch and act like it's nothing.
soccer player!ellie who walks around with glitter on her face from hugging you, completely unaware, but looking smug about it.
soccer player!ellie who gets irrationally jealous when you cheer for other teams—even during friendlies.
“why were you clapping so hard for them, huh?” “ellie, i’m supposed to do it. you know i'm not your personal cheerleader, right?”
she audibly gasps after that like you had just insulted her personally.
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wait… what about nanami fucking ino’s ass while ino fucks you as a way for nanami to “teach him” how to fuck you properly but it just ends with ino being so overstimulated between the two of you while nanami pounds his prostate and forces his cock in and out of you because of how hard nanami is pounding him — it would almost feel like nanami was fucking you himself
ino would be borderline crying into your neck about how warm it feels and how he’s never felt so full and so much before ^.^
(don’t ask for a full fic pls lol i was just sharing my thots ^3^)
ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐀𝐖𝐇, 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ! (𝒞𝐻𝒪𝒮𝒪 𝒦𝒜𝑀𝒪)
choso kamo x f!reader ノ 18+ content. ノ nsfw ノ shibari ノ dacryphilia ノ multiple orgasms ノ dirty talk ノ spitting in his mouth ノ prostrate vibrator ( m ) ノ hair pulling ノ dirty talk ノ begging ノ msub + fdom ノ not proofread ! ૮꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ྀི꒱ა
jjk spoliers : i was so upsetti when i saw choso died soo um . . in order 4 all of us choso lovers 2 take our minds off of it, here's a lil pick-me-up ! art credits go to @/n9c4z on danbooru ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !
"Look at you, baby boy.. such a pretty little thing.." You cooed, running your fingertips up his thigh, stopping right below his ass, digging your nails into his flesh. Choso whimpered, his thighs trembling, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of red. He was on his knees, his chest pressed against the floor, his wrists bound together behind his back, the ropes wrapped around his arms and chest, digging into his skin, creating pretty little indentations on his soft pale skin. His hair was a mess, tangled and sticking to his forehead, his lips parted as he panted, his eyes half-lidded, tears streaming down his face, soft sobs escaping his throat. You leaned over him, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, before pulling back and giving his ass a sharp slap, a strangled moan leaving his mouth.
"Look at how wet you are.." You said softly, moving your hand between his legs, sliding your fingers over his slit, teasing the head of his cock, a whimper slipping past his lips. His cock was shiny and sticky with his own arousal, the tip glistening, the slit leaking precum. His balls were drawn up tight, the skin stretched taut. He was dripping onto the floor, his whole body trembling, his toes curling.
"So wet and messy for me.." You whispered, grabbing a handful of his ass, spreading his cheeks apart, admiring his tight little hole, the rim red, puffy and viably twitching, the muscles clenching and unclenching around the vibrator that was buried inside of him. You smiled, giving his ass another firm slap, before leaning forward and licking a stripe along his taint, feeling him shiver underneath you. "You're so beautiful like this, all tied up and spread out for me." You said, wrapping your fingers around the base of the vibrator, turning it up a few notches, watching his hole stretch around the toy as it began to buzz. "All mine to do with as I please.." You mused, grabbing his cock, giving it a rough tug, his body jerking in response, a broken moan leaving his lips. You slid your hand up his back, tangling your fingers into his hair, pulling his head up, forcing him to look at you, your grip tightening as you pulled harder.
Choso's eyes rolled back, his jaw slack, a stream of drool dribbling down his chin. He was a complete and utter mess, his hair matted, his face covered in a mixture of sweat and tears, his cheeks stained pink. He was shaking, his legs weak, barely able to hold himself up, his muscles strained and trembling, his entire body drenched in sweat. He was gasping, his breath ragged and labored, his lungs burning, his throat raw from the constant screaming and crying. He couldn't think straight, his mind clouded, his thoughts incoherent and jumbled, his vision blurred. He was barely able to string together a coherent thought, his words reduced to nothing more than incoherent whines and moans, his words slurred and sluggish, his tongue heavy in his mouth. "M-mm..mm-more, plea-please, please, pleaseplease.." he managed to choke out, his body convulsing as his balls constricted, a spurt of cum shooting out of his slit, landing on the floor. "I-I n-n-need t-t-to, mm, cum, p-please, pleasepleaseplease, need-t-to c-c-c-c-um.." He begged, his voice hoarse, his words trailing off, his eyes rolling back in his head, even more so when he felt gooey saliva land in his mouth, a gurgled moan leaving his throat as he swallowed the thick glob, his body shuddering.
You let go of his hair, pushing his face down into the ground, watching him sink to his knees, his ass raised high, the vibrator still buzzing, causing his legs to quiver and his hips to buck, his cock bouncing as it slapped against his stomach. He was a whimpering, sobbing mess, his body limp and pliable, his limbs unable to move, his mind hazy and fuzzy, his body feeling like it was on fire. He did his best to remain upright, his knees spreading further apart, his ass cheeks parting, the vibrator moving deeper inside of him, rubbing against his prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his veins. "Mmh, mommyyyy.. mommy, p-please.." Choso moaned, his voice muffled by the ground. He was so close to cumming, his cock throbbing, aching for release, his balls tightening, his stomach clenching, the pressure building and building, until finally he felt his cock swell, his orgasm hitting him hard, his hips bucking forward as he came, thick ropes of hot cum coating the floor beneath him, his cock pulsating and twitching. His body went slack, his legs giving out, his knees sliding across the ground, his arms limp at his sides, his entire body sagging, a long drawn out moan escaping his mouth, his voice hoarse, his throat raw.
The vibrator continued to hum inside of him, his hole clenching and unclenching around the toy, milking his prostate. Choso's hips moved involuntarily, his ass swaying from side to side, his body moving on its own, his cock already half hard, the tip still oozing precum. "H-hhm…mm.. turn it off..p-ple-ase.." he gasped, his voice raspy, his body twitching, his limbs tingling, his skin tingling. "P-pleas-e.. I-I can't…" He whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut, his head falling forward, his shoulders slumped. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing erratic, his heart hammering inside his chest. He felt dizzy, the room spinning around him, his vision blurring. "M-mommy.. please.." He begged, his eyes snapping open, his mouth opening wide, a scream ripping from his throat, a fresh wave of tears falling from his eyes, his body writhing and thrashing on the ground, the vibrations intensifying as you turned it up further, the toy pressed firmly against his prostate. "N-ngh, no! S-sto-p! Hnn.. aaah.. n-no!" Choso cried out, his ass rippling, his body rocking forward, his knees sliding further apart, his head dropping down, his hands balling into fists, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms. "Mmmph, I-I can't.. hol..hold back-!" He sobbed, his legs tensing up, his spine curving, his toes curling, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip. "I'm g-gonna.. c-c-cu-um! I'm gonna cu-um..! Mmm- Cumm-cumming again! Nnnhg.. mmn, fuck! Ffffuck!"
He was completely helpless, unable to control his body, the pleasure too intense, too overwhelming, his mind and body completely and utterly consumed by ecstasy, his nerves tingling, every muscle in his body screaming for release, his body writhing and twisting, his limbs jerking uncontrollably. His cock pulsated and throbbed, continuous spurts of pearly arousal shooting from his slit, the floor beneath him becoming slippery. He was making a mess everywhere, the puddle beneath him growing larger, his thighs and calves drenched. "Aaaah-ha.. ha-ahh.. ahnnn-h-haaah!" Choso wailed as he came down from his high, his cock pulsating and throbbing, the vibrator continuing to hum, the sound reverberating throughout the room, his ears ringing, his body shaking violently. "N-nggh, I c-c-can't h-hand-le it..!" He stuttered, his voice cracking, his vision blurred, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was panting heavily, a gasp of relief escaping his mouth as the vibrator was removed, his hole clenching and unclenching, a shudder rippling through his soul. His arms and legs were numb, his fingers tingling, his knees bruised from where he had been kneeling. "Oh.." he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut, his heart rate slowing, his breathing evening out, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.
"Poor thing, you're absolutely filthy.." You tutted, running your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. Choso whined softly, his face heating up, his cheeks burning, a deep crimson flush covering his entire face. "So messy.." You added, trailing your fingertips down his back, tracing the outline of his spine, pressing down slightly. He flinched, a whimper escaping his mouth, his body tensing up. You leaned down, your breath hot against his ear. "I'll clean you up, don't worry.."
(ft. levi, eren, armin, jean, reiner, & porco)
note: this is for anon from the jjk version! I hope this lived up!
warnings: sexual discussions, cursing, pregnancy kink? f!reader
– levi
– eren
– armin
– jean
– reiner
– porco
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I eat this shit upppp
tipping your sworn enemy’s chin up with a blade, admiring their scornful scowl, as well as the amusing blush blooming across their punchable face that follows.
seeing the way they subtly adjust their pants, attempting to hide the evidence they might not despise you as much as they want you to think.
this is pt.2, pt.1
Toji, Kento, Satoru, Geto
good fuckin slut
sweet little honey on the road
“Daddy will be home soon, baby...”
virgin killer
all yours
bounce on your husband's cock, baby
making you feel good
after a long day
the strongest bouncing you on his strongest
distracted in the kitchen
gift after a mission
take it then
you're so perfect...
my perfect fucktoy.
fucking the teacher for a better grade
turning you into his little cockcrazy monkey
pornstar!satoru who knows there are a million eyes on him, he’s seen his view counts—the whole world has seen his form. He’s cocky, loves knowing just how many people have gotten off to the sight of him.
pornstar!satoru who, despite his infamous confidence, gets nervous when you walk on set and offer him your camera-ready smile. You’re such a pretty thing, the dictionary’s definition of perfect.
pornstar!satoru who can’t help but excuse himself before the shoot, so he can was his face and sate his nerves. Locks himself away in a bathroom just to pull his phone out and google your name—and god does he like what he sees.
pornstar!satoru who is minutes away from having to be balls deep inside of you and can’t help himself from touching himself in the bathroom. scrolling endlessly on his phone, pictures of you in different positions, different little outfits, looking fucking perfect in each one.
pornstar!satoru who cums harder than he has in months, in a porn set bathroom, just to the fantasy of his hand being yours. he feels like a sex-driven teen again, hands clammy as he washes them clean from the receipt of his desperation.
pornstar!satoru who is hard again the second he steps out to find you already naked on the scene bed. your skin looks satin soft against those sheets, eyes soft and lips softer as you watch him stalk over to you. consent checks and camera placement talk goes through one ear and out the other, he can’t get his eyes off you.
pornstar!satoru who forgets he’s a pornstar the moment his hands touch that sweet body of yours. he’s completely fumbling the scene laid out, the scripted dirty talk is forgotten the second his lips open. the only reason cameras aren’t cut is because the filth that leaves his mouth instead is more pornographic than the scene at hand.
pornstar!satoru who presses you down into the mattress in a mean mating press when he’s supposed to have you face down ass up. who would he be to deny himself a long look into those pretty eyes of yours? no way is he losing this opportunity for a paycheck he doesn’t really need.
pornstar!satoru who loses his curated pornstar persona the minute he bottoms out inside of you. his usual moans and groans are replaced with desperate whines of real pleasure. this is sex, he’s a mess of need and want and sweat and god do you look good stuffed full of his cock. he can tell you’re feeling it too, that something else, that electric eroticism that gets lost when you fuck for a living.
pornstar!satoru who can’t stop wondering what you’d look like pinned down in his own bed, away from the harsh light and prying eyes of the production crew. who has such a visceral feeling of dread knowing how many people are going to see you like this, fucked out and cockdrunk by his doing. it’s possession, a need to keep you to himself, sequester you away for his eyes only.
pornstar!satoru who cums ropes way too quickly. he’s usually good at holding his orgasm at bay for long enough to make a porno, but your pussy clenched around his cock was too much, your nails in the corded muscle of his biceps, your lips against his, your body in his fucking vicinity? he can’t help it.
pornstar!satoru who, after filming, invites you back to his for a drink or three, and gets swiftly rejected when you bat your pretty lashes at him and mention your boyfriend waiting for you at home.
yea ima do a pt2 for sure 🗯️
There’s something really interesting about Jayce’s word choice here: “While your best friend bleeds out in your arms”
“Bleeding out” implies that Viktor was still alive to bleed out
However we as an audience know/can infer that Jayce knows deep down that’s not true
As others have pointed out:
1) His clothes are more torn while he carries him than in the council room which would imply that Jayce throughly check for signs of life, that cpr was done, etc
2) Jayce carried him for five blocks - where there would have been no signs of life
3) He brought him to the lab not the hospital - he knew there was nothing the hospital could do
4) Viktor’s spine is severed - he had to have felt that something not right was going on there, holding him in his arms for FIVE blocks
5) He later tells Viktor “my partner died in this room”
To me Jayce saying “bleeds out in your arms” means that he may have convinced himself, deluded himself into believing that Viktor hadn’t actually died, that he was dying and that he had saved Viktor from dying
I don’t think until after meeting Mage Viktor, did he really allow himself to acknowledge that he brought Viktor back from the dead
I think you can see it in the way he reacts to being back in that room, before Mel walks in, before the not-Viktor-Viktor joins them
He appears resigned to me, like he’s been forced to come to terms with the fact that Viktor actually did die that night
I personally think it explains a lot of his behavior after - how he can’t believe Viktor leaving him, him thinking Viktor was coming back when it was Heimerdinger & Ekko, etc
I think most, if not all, of us can agree that being brought back from the dead is different than being saved from death, Viktor wasn’t saved because Jayce preformed CPR, he basically preformed necromancy on him but while Viktor knew that - Jayce had (seemingly) convinced himself that it wasn’t like that or at least not as extreme as that
Which honestly kinda makes me wanna cry 😭