Love that they all join in now

Ok I give up - smut's coming out or I'm going to implode (then back to work)

Just imagine Mike coming back after a long tour - you can both take care of yourselves while apart, but the anticipation of being reunited has him in a fit and he just hasn't been up to masturbating - he practically begs you on the phone as he calls from the airport, he begs you to let him cum as soon as he walks in your door. As sweet as honey you reply, 'of course' and get yourself ready. When Mike arrives, he sees you in the hall with almost nothing on, but with cuffs and a mask in your hands. Instantly aroused, he strips as fast as he can, practically falling as he follows you into the living room. Once naked, he goes for the cuffs as if he's going to turn the tables and get you into them, but you jerk your hand back and quickly he's on his knees resigned to his fate. You gently, purring, command him to put his hands behind his back - he complies and the cuffs go on. His hair has fallen onto his face, and you smooth it back slowly with a little kiss to his neck before tying on his mask. Mike growls - low, needy, a little pissed to be in this situation if he's honest, but you press his shoulders forward and grab his balls with just the slightest bit of pressure, then press two fingers under them and back towards his asshole. The growl turns into a moan and, as you lube up your forefinger and circle his hole, it's almost... almost a whimper. He needs you so badly. You insert it slowly and feel the pressure of him around it. With your other hand you cup him, pressing on his taint. Ah! It's almost too much and he warns you he's going to cum immediately if you go any farther. You don't want that! You pull out and let go of him. Mike slumps a little when he hears you get up, but perks up when you find his lips and kiss him deeply. You stand and let him lick you, blind, but finding his way with his tongue. He gets to his target and you let the warmth and the wetness and the wonder that is Mike's tongue envelop you. He's so eager, he's so good, he knows your body and exactly what it needs. You're certain he's imagined this very moment a thousand times on the road. You tell him he has to satisfy you before he gets the same and he is almost racing to get there. You want to make him wait longer, but you can't help but shiver into an orgasm after he nibbles you in just the right place. Mike is almost confused when you pull away, but the electric shock you feel from even just the tip of his tongue is too much. You immediately put your hands on his cheeks and kiss him again telling him he's done so well. You help him stand on his feet and, starting from that perfect neck, you trace your lips and your tongue slowly down his body, lingering a little at his chest, his velvety stomach, before kneeling down and swallowing his dick right up to the base. Mike is groaning so loudly you almost laugh as you're bobbing up and down. The feel of him in your mouth, down your throat, it's immensely satisfying - you realize now you needed him too. Right when you know he's going to cum, you cup his balls once more, this time gently, just to feel them tighten. He releases with a little jerk, and he does laugh, he's so relieved. One final kiss as you untie his mask and when you look in his eyes you lose yourself in those dark pools. You focus back on him and he's asking about the cuffs...when do they come off? 'Hmm...well...' you smirk.

Hi! I was wondering if you'd ever be interested in being a beta reader for Astarion fanfiction? I want to write about my Tav's campaign and her relationship with Astarion, I've completed his questline and studied him best to my ability. I think I'd have a good enough handle of his character, but having a second set of eyes I think would be good, and your various analysis have been incredibly helpful to me.

Aww, thank you so much! I am so happy that you've enjoyed the analyses in here. and I am so flattered you thought of me! first off, yes, I would love to read that. I can't promise that I'm not kind of busy these days but you're so kind to think of me & I would love to read your fic!

wait there can't actually be a targ named aenys..........

I hope the people who wrote those fanfictions where Eddie gets all flustered when Steve puts on glasses know how much reading those scenes completely destroyed me in the best way possible.

shoutout to dr vanth 6392 she was sooo real for that

Bileven & Eddissy for ship bingo :)

Bileven:

Eddissy:

bury your gays moment in OBLIVION???????

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The Funnies (1936) #6

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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘? 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐀 𝐏𝐕𝐒𝐒𝐘.

— top jjk pussy starved men.

— cw: fem!reader, cunningulus, cowgirl, monsterfucking, squirting, overstimulation, edging, nicknames, pure filth.

— a/n: this is dj khaled's worst nightmare ifykyk, sukuna's is nastier than your room where you're lying in your bed reading this rather than cleaning it.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

"atta girl. atta fucking girl!" satoru was so proud of you for riding his dick like it was your last. your body bounced on his, ass slapped so loud against his crotch that it was louder than the moans slipping from your lips.

gojo looked at you like a beast as he rested his shoulders and head on the bed frame, sitting up a little, making sure to get a good view. you made eye contact with him for a second and watched him stare at your pussy. he had heart eyes watching where you and him connected.

"getting tired, toru. nee—uh! need your help"

"aww princess. thought you'd never ask," his hands traveled your from your bent knees, to your thighs till they reached your ass and gave it a loud smack. you knew the consequences of asking him for help because this man won't stop until you've gone limp.

gojo grabbed a handful of your ass and used it to bounce you on his cock. his triceps flexed as bobbed you till your pussy stretched on his member. you watched as his tongue swiped against his lips and forged into a mischievous grin. his pace fastened and he hit your walls with so much force that it had your bed creaking and his ass levitate in the air for a millisecond.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck!! c'mon, baby. s—stretch it more. wanna cum in this—holy shit—cum in your pretty pussy."

"toruuuu," you cried as you rolled your head back in pleasure, barely keeping up with him.

"look—ahh how pretty she looks swallowing my cock in—goddamn! let's make her even prettier. let's paint her in my cum, y-yeah? fuckin—ahhhh! he moaned practically louder as he shot his load in you, his movements never stopping because he is a pussy starved whore. you could feel his trimmed white pubes stimulating your clit causing her to cum following his climax.

"fhuck princessh! huh! need m-more." you could barely comprehend his words because he was panting so much overstimulating himself. but he still craved for more, living up his pussy starved whore title.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

"don't fuckin' move," his hand snaked tighter around your thighs.

"'s too much," you cried, fingers seconds away from tearing the bedsheets. toji had been eating your pussy for almost an hour. but the worst part was he hadn't let you come even once. the first fifteen minutes were fun but now it was plain torture. your pussy was so sensitive at this point that either needed to orgasm, or get the fuck away from the animal's face in front of you. is his jaw not hurting? you thought.

"toji, pleaaasee. lemme cum," you pleaded. his lips grinned against your pussy.

"wanna cum, yeah? do it yourself." he pulled away to look at your confused face. "grind this sweet pussy on my face, doll." you were scared he was going to pull something mean again. yet, you did it anyway because your brain doesn't work much when your pussy is hungry.

you were still in the same position, hips starting to jerk against his face. toji stirred his tongue out flat rubbing against your clit. with each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your high. toji felt it coming before you and to make sure he'd get to drink all your juice, he latched his lips on your pussy as you shuddered when you came.

"anh! anh! toji—ffhuuck!!" his teeth caused you to overstimulate and whine. your body trembled post climax for atleast forty five more seconds before your torso finally laid flat on the body. toji climbed up and peppered you in his kisses, lips covered in your juices crashing against your skin.

"ready for round two?"

"fuck off."

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

"can't fucking run away tonight, can you?"

you never thought you'd ever feel so helpless. sukuna had your wrists pinned abover your head with his two hands, the other two held your thighs apart so he can savour all of that pretty pussy.

his one dick teased your hole and the other rubbed between your asscheeks. you watched in horror as well as excitement as a big mouth appeared on his stomach. you knew he was a monster that could do things like this, but this was your first time seeing it upclose. the mouth grinned before a big wide tongue rolled out it, licking a long stripe that started from your pussy and ended on your tits. you were curious if it could go farther. it did. it forced his way meeting your tongue. but yours was so tiny compared to his, almost invisible under it's presence.

"go ahead. give it a kiss." he ordered.

your jaw finally relaxed as the tongue pulled out, a hefty amouth of saliva drenched your tits, you lifted your head up and planted a kiss on the edge of it. the tongue retracted, and you thought it was over. but it was a mere distraction as when you looked down, both his cocks had filled your either holes, the tip barely in.

"shit. need you more wet." he said before the mouth on his stomach spat on your pussy, your labia soaked as much as the bedsheets under you. the tongue massaged your clit, making you stretch and giving the monster in front of you an opening to attack your hole. sukuna bottomed out and you gasped in pain.

"kunaaaa! ahh—meanie."

"I had to, woman."

sukuna made sure to start with slow thrusts but when he felt your pussy getting used to the size, he started going more intense. he felt you shaking under him so when he looked down you were already cumming. with no second thoughts, he pulled out his cock, and his stomach tongue filled your pussy till the tip could feel your velvety walls.

"he is hungry. let him, sweetheart."

you came so hard that you vibrated against his big body. he felt it. you were about to squirt. sukuna lifted you up in the air so easily on his bigger tongue so that all your juices flowed directly on it and you watched. you felt so filthy but when you looked at him, he couldn't take his eyes off how your pussy juice created a small stream on the surface of the wide stomach tongue. you saw his neck bob as he was savouring the taste of you even though he never took you in his real mouth.

"mmhm. you're sweeter than i imagined." a new mouth appeared on his hand and licked away your tears. slowly, a few more manifested on his body.

"how about you let all my boys taste you?"

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WIP Wednesday 4

Whew, I almost forgot to post this! Thankfully it's still Wednesday, so... Here's another excerpt from the first half of Part 4 of Strange Fascination: A Love Story. This takes place right before Ziggy's big comeback show (after having spent three weeks out of the public eye).

Behind Ziggy, Gilly sighed. “Feels like we never left merry old England.”

       “What d’you mean?” Henry said.

       “I mean…” A movement in the mirror caught Ziggy’s eye. His gaze focused on the scene behind him to see Gilly’s arm arc through the air. “They gave us our own dressing room, and here we all are in Ziggy’s.”

       “Like old times,” Weird said, a fond note in his voice. “That wasn’t so long ago, was it?”

       “Feels like years,” Henry muttered.

       Ziggy frowned as he returned to his face-painting. “Haven’t you lot got separate dressing rooms?”

       “Just the one.” Gilly rose from his seat, drumming his palms against his legs as he did so. “Makes sense, I suppose. This place isn’t exactly an opera house.”

       “And we ain’t exactly opera stars,” Weird snickered. He came over to Ziggy and put a hand on his shoulder, dangling an object in midair over his other shoulder. “Not that we can’t still have fun!”

       Again Ziggy’s gaze shifted, to find that the object Weird was holding over him was a bottle of liquor. He smiled. “Don’t drink too much before the show.”

       “Aww, c’mon.” Weird turned around to survey his fellow Spiders From Mars. “I say we have a toast.”

       “Sure,” Henry agreed. “You got any glasses?”

       “Well, I—” Weird faltered, the bottle coming to rest at his side. “I mean, we could always—”

       “Drink straight from the bottle,” Henry drawled. “Brilliant.”

        “Oh, shut up, Henry.”

       As the Spiders descended into friendly bickering, Ziggy wiped his glittery fingers and studied his overall appearance in the mirror. What he saw made him smile. Ever since he’d realized that most people in this society weren’t chalk-white and rail-thin, and had evenly-sized pupils, he’d understood that he possessed an otherworldly influence, a means of asserting himself over them. To stay on the safe side, he’d done his best to blend in, settling in a climate where his skin color and physique wouldn’t stand out, claiming that his eye had been damaged in a fight, and trading the vibrant colors in which he’d arrived for conservative clothes. Such tactics may very well have kept him alive throughout those first few months that he’d spent sitting and racking his brain over what the hell he was supposed to do now that he was here. When he’d started recording and performing, all the energy that he wasn’t using to write, play guitar, and sing went towards keeping up appearances.

       It was after that fateful morning in the Aylesbury Market Square that Ziggy had realized that his current method of presenting himself to the public wasn’t going to work– not if he wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, which he would need to do now that the Earth’s death was imminent. Therefore, he’d deliberately shed his attempts to conform. He’d sought out wilder fashion, experimented with makeup, and perhaps most crucially, had dyed his hair a color that practically forced him to stand out in a crowd. Stood out he had, and did. His was a face that drew others to it in intrigue, that brought comfort and joy to the outsiders of the world. It was a face that the right kind of people would trust to ease their hardships and to deliver them to safety from their dying planet. Never mind how unlikely it was for Ziggy to fulfill such a task. All he needed was for his audience to believe that he could.

What is Love?

Picking Yuuji up from school was not a rare occurrence. On the other hand, picking Yuuji up from school while accompanied by Sukuna was a rare occurrence.

Kids are flocking to you like birds, asking if you were Yuuji's mom, and who that creepy man next to you was — this all reminded said creepy man about why this was a rare occurrence, and how it should stay one.

The final straw for Sukuna snaps when a little boy, probably around Yuuji's age, approaches you with his hands behind his back. "Hi, you are very pretty. Can I be your boyfriend?"

You looked a bit taken aback, before remembering this was a kid talking to you, and kids could be quite . . . odd. "Um, thank you! You are very sweet, but, I already have a boyfriend."

Sukuna smirks to himself, a smug expression painted on his face.

"That's okay. I have two girlfriends; you can have two boyfriends," the kid giggled. "He doesn't have to know."

At this, Sukuna glares at the little boy, fully prepared and ready to beat him up, but he halted, as you placed a coaxing hand on his arm.

"Umm—"

"Here!" The boy shoved a daffodil into your hands, it was covered in dirt and had a few missing pedals.

"Oh! This is—"

"I picked it up from over there," he pointed a little finger across the school. "It's pretty. And you're pretty. So it's for you! Hehe, pretty flower for pretty lady."

Just then, Yuuji came running out of the school's doors — backpack aggressively shaking and threatening to fall off of his little arms — and into your arms, well . . . legs actually. But he demanded to be in your arms.

"Up! Up!"

"Okay, Yuuji." You hoisted him up and he immediately went to bury his face into your neck, calming down from his hyper-ness when he breathed in your perfume.

"How was school, baby?"

"It was so fun! I missed you though." You felt Yuuji frown in your neck.

"Aww, well I'm here now. Let's go home, kay? Then we can make up for the time you missed me, how about that?" You rubbed Yuuji's back.

"Okay!"

Unfortunately for the other boy that was still staring up at you — and now Yuuji, too — he was long forgotten by you. Your full attention now on Yuuji.

When the pink-haired kid is finally in the car, after wrestling to not be strapped down by the seatbelt, he immediately goes to working on an assignment. Strange, you thought, looking back at him through the rear-view mirror. Yuuji hates homework.

This continues when you three get back to the apartment. Yuuji immediately slips off his shoes and takes off to his bedroom, assignment and pencil pouch in hand.

You turn to looked at Sukuna, "I thought he wanted to play first?"

Sukuna shrugged, not knowing what his brother was up to, "He's a weirdo, you know that."

You frowned, "I'm bored."

"I know a way to pass the time."

An hour later, you exit your shared bedroom — planning to start on dinner — just to find notes and drawings all over the apartment. On the floor, in the potted plants, on the coffee table, shoved in crevices on the couch, everywhere.

Picking up a few piece of paper, you find yourself reading:

"Deer Y/N,

You are so nise to me.

You are very good at macking food.

I love you!"

"You are so amazing!"

"I love you so mutch!"

"Y/N is good and nise and prety."

Some drawings even depicted you and Yuuji holding hands.

While eating dinner, you decided to question a very smiley and giggling Yuuji, to find out that he had an assignment to show his appreciation to someone he loved.

Most of the notes were only directed to you, but some of the drawings had Sukuna too. The rest of the evening, Yuuji spent telling you and Sukuna how much he loved you guys. Quietly, and going unnoticed by Yuuji and you, Sukuna reciprocated his brother's affection.

A/N: loosely based on this ask — this was supposed to be wayyyy shorter, but i got a bit carried away

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Imagine you get into the holiday spirt with the cutest Christmas sweater, the fluffiest socks and these adorable bells in your hair. You're running around the compound with hot chocolate and cookies, the jingle of your bells ringing with each step. Everyone things its adorable. You're like a little elf, busy in your workshop (the kitchen), surrounded by marshmallows, whipped cream, delivering mugs of creamy sweetness along with homemade gingerbread men.

Everyone finds it so cute.

Everyone except Bucky.

Bucky hates it.

He hates the little tinkle he hears with each footstep you take.

Why?

Because his mind is in the gutter.

Your running around looking all cute and sweet and innocent and all he can think about is how gorgeous those bells would sound as he railed you with his cock.

He decided to stay in his room, hoping a book would calm him down but who was he kidding, his enhanced hearing meant he could hear you scurry around down the hall towards his room, and holy shit, if he could just grab your hair and bend you over-

"Bucky!" You lightly knocked at his door before popping your head in with a cheery smile, holding a mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and plenty of whipped cream. No matter how intimidating Bucky painted himself out to be, you knew the soldier loved all the little extra toppings, especially after you caught him adding extra whipped cream when no one was looking.

"Hey" Bucky's voice came out more strained than intended, hoping to will his erection away which currently throbbed with need.

"I brought you hot chocolate" You stepped into his room, pausing when Bucky's smiled looked more like a grimace as he shifted from his place sitting against the headboard.

"Is-is everything okay?" You ask, padding towards him and he can't even hide the tent in his sweats, setting down the book he was reading to try and cover himself.

"Of course-yeah-thanks y/n" He rasped out as you came over and handed him the mug, your sweet scent of vanilla, sugar and spices only making it harder for him to keep his hands to himself.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You could tell Bucky was tensed, chewing his lip without meeting your eyes which was strange considering he was normally fine around you.

"Wouldn't be able to tell you sweets" Bucky chuckled to himself with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck while you cocked your head to the side, the tiny movement making the bells ring again.

Fuck.

"I don't think you'd want to help with something like this doll"

"Try me"

-

"OH" *jingle* "MY" *jingle* "GOD" You wailed, your bells ringing with each thrust as Bucky's cock slammed into you, his hands squeezing your hips as he fucked you from behind. He had you on your hands and knees after tearing your clothes of, loving the needy little whimper you let out after you caught a glimpse of his rock hard cock pressing against his sweats.

"That's it baby, that's it, sound so pretty with those cute little bells in your hair" Bucky groaned, biting his lip to keep his voice down as he fucked you harder, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, "Look at how you're taking all of me baby, taking my big dick so well, such a good. Girl"

"More, want-more" you hiccupped, tears from pleasure streaking down your face, squealing when Bucky's hand spanked your ass before pulling out and manhandling you till you were on top. You whined, your lips pulled into a pout, all naked on top of the soldier except for the bells in your hair, your needy pussy clamping down on him. You pawed at his hand, tugging it to where you needed him most, moaning when he used his thumb to rub your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.

"Aww babygirl, are you too cockdrunk to fuck yourself on my dick" Bucky cooed as you squirmed on top of him, sloppily grinding yourself, your greedy cunt begging for anything he'd give you. You

"Fuck you're such a little slut" Bucky gritted out as he planted his feet against the mattress and started to fuck up into you, your boobs bouncing in his face matching the dainty rings every time he thrusted his hips up. "Want you under that goddamn tree and nothing else baby, gonna fuck you on every surface of his place"

Bucky could only take so much, his balls pulling tight to his body, cum desperate to blow and paint your walls, your pleasure contorted face all just for him.

"Walking around with these fuckin' bells, making my cock so hard, lookit how pretty you sound now baby, fuck y/n, m'gonna cum!"

"C-cum in me Bucky" You cried out, sobbing in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, collapsing against his chest as he fucked you through your high.

"That's it baby, milk my cock, that's what I want for Christmas, wanna empty my balls in you, fuck-oh fuck-milk it baby, shitt!" Bucky bit down on your shoulder to muffle his loud moans, shoving his dick in as far as it would go as he started to throb ropes of his spend into you.

That was round 1.

-

"You look like you've seen a ghost" Tony snorted as he saw Sam and Steve enter the living room, the captain's face pale in shock while Sam couldn't stop grinning. "What happened. We're gonna start the movie soon, where's metal man and y/n"

Steve went beet red while Sam cackled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Making their own rendition of Jingle Bells"

Anyway, I'm sorry for giving you debauched instead of wholesome plots, MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS (the filthy part is for me @ myself)