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good girls go bad!
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everybody in this world has their thing, some like to draw, others like paint. eren jaeger liked to believe he had many things, things he thought to be normal that most if not all would find to put it lightly.. strange.
not to be blunt but if you asked anybody from the dimly lit house party what eren jeagers specific thing was they'd all tell you the same thing.
sex.
you wouldn't even have to sleep with the guy to know how good he was in bed, every girl that comes stumbling from a random room on wobbling legs was most definitely proof enough.
this was NOT your scene. you stood there stiff in the corner, red solo cup in hand, surrounded by your five girlfriends who simply wouldn't take no for an answer.
they knew you'd follow the rules, the rules that your father had put in place when he shipped you off halfway across the state.
the silver purity ring on your finger hit the cup to the rhythm of the music as you slightly bopped your head.
that very ring a tall brunette had his eyes on all night. the man had been watching you since his body hit the sticky leather of the wore down couch. when your eyes flicked across the room his would immediately drop down to his own ring clad fingers picking at the arm rest.
"come onnn (❤︎︎), just a few shots. you need to loosen up anyway!" your closest friend sasha drags you across the scene leaving the other group of girls to their own devices.
begrudgingly you trek behind her, pulling down that itty bitty denim skirt the girls forced you to purchase 'just in case'.
she spots connie leaning against the marble of the kitchen island all by himself. suddenly she's flinging herself into his arms seaming already drunk off of whatever pungent liquid was mixed up in her now forgotten solo cup.
"well if it isn't my favorite little munchkin," she squeals when he drops her back down. "my friend here is in dire need of whatever you could pour into a shot glass, stat!"
connie smiles at her opting not to say much knowing his words would be slurred. red eyes scan you quickly as if he was pondering what bitter beverage he could give you to loosen you up fast.
you stood close behind sasha watching connie line up six plastic shot cups before pouring a glass bottle of clear liquor (to the brim) of each cup. being the gentleman he was he opens the cooler by his foot pulling out two mini can of pinapple juice.
snatching a shot for himself he tosses it back with a grimace and a quick head shake then walks off giving you a look of good luck.
"two for me, three for you." she hands you the can and pulls you to stand by her. taking a deep breath through your nose you grab each shot one by one and then chase them with the juice. it's almost embarrassing how loud you gagged from the tingle in the back of your throat.
"good?" she laughs at your struggle and you shoot her a glare. "what do you think sash??"
you look back over your shoulder to see that your friend group had dispersed among themselves with fellow party goers, unsurprisingly. lucky for them you made everyone share locations before even coming here AND gave them the major stranger danger safety run down.
what's even more embarrassing is how within the span of five minutes you feel every nerve slip into a relaxed state, the crease of you brow is replaced with a content, one would say- happy expression.
the first sound of ' freak hoe' is played full blast and it's like a flash flood of nearly every girl in the party racing towards the ¿dance floor?. but not only were the girls rushing through, but the guys too. either trying to stop their girls from showing out or simply tryna catch what was being thrown.
you and sasha being part of the crowd followed not far behind. and wherever you went green hooded eyes followed in suit.
in most cases you weren't one to show yourself in private let alone in public, but before you left the comfort of your dormitory the girls showed you a step by step tutorial on basic "ass shaking."
good for you that you comprehension skills are a-1 because in no time you were throwing it all around the world, my god would you regret this in the morning. sasha being there was extremely handy in making sure your skirt didn't ride up to the point where nothing was left to the imagination.
and boy oh boy did eren have a good one. zoning out on you and that stupid silver band circling your ring finger. he suddenly snaps into reality when a man, a random, tries to catch what he claimed for the night.
eren is quicker, his stride longer. you feel him before you see him. his presence is great. big almost. his scent woodsy and minty with a linger smell of weed. intoxicating.
sasha give you a look once the song is over and made into something that can be danced to in a slow grind. you smile and wink she takes the hint and scurry off to find her baldheaded best friend.
the man behind you leans forward and your automatically enticed by the eyes. bright and green but low and lidded. your arms reach you around his neck and tangle in the hair on his nape, the weight of his bun resting there as well.
on the other hand(s) his are traveling down your side and to the opening of your blouse. you stop him, turning to face him only to be met with a broad chest. . looking up to see a man more striking the a god themself, he grins small and sexy. you look more beautiful up close, he can't help the lump twitching against his thigh in this black cargos.
he also can help but notice the way you scan his face all doe like, he lets you drink him in even with the heavy bass pumping throughout both your bodies.
finally you breathe out a simple "hi." shuttering cause you feel his eyes on your lips, then the drop lower to the star sign necklace sitting on your collar bone.
you move before him, grabbing him by the collar of his black tee. hell- it was just as shocking to you as it was him wondering where in the world you got all this confidence from.
"hey." he mutters against your lips before reciprocating the kiss. it's desperate on your end and controlled on his, like trying to pull an elephant with a rope. you whine into his mouth and he can't help but puff out a breath of laughter.
he pulls back and you can't help but chase him. "bathroom?" he looks you dead in your eyes already tipsy on just a taste of what this man can give you. you nod at a flashes pace when you feel the not so subtle pulse down below. and just like that the two of you are off, him shielding you from the sea of sweaty bodies. you pass sasha and connie once more making direct eye contact with her.
her jaw drops hard. she turns to connie who lifts his hand to close her mouth, who mumbles something about hot ass breath.
eren waste no time knowing exactly where the first floor washroom is. another man stumbles his way towards the door and earns a palm to the face and a rough shove by eren.
he locks the door quickly before the complaints start and shoves your lower back against the sink capturing you in another mind numbing kiss. the cold thin metal of your ring stings his skin when you cup his handsome face, and he groans deep and long. rutting his chub against your thigh.
he breaks first spinning you around so that you're facing the mirror. lips swollen, eyes glassy, and edges starting to lift, eren wants to devour you. eat you whole.
he leans into you pushing his weight on your back. wet open mouth kisses from the junction of your shoulder all the way up to your ear and he huffs out "eren."
lost in the sensation you hum at him choking back a moan when he reaches under that god forsaken skirt and he barely applies pressure to your panties. and yet here they are soak down.
"my name, eren. remember it." he muttered to you taking pleasure in watch you quiver like a leaf over a thumb. just as sudden as it came his hand was ripped away. hiking up your skirt he pulls your panties down, and spreads.
"my god," he sighed. nothing in this world could prepare him for the sight that beholds him. sticky, wet folds make a slick noise as he thumbs through them. he watches you twitch and arch your back, in an instant he drops down to his knees.
"just nasty," he commented before shoving his face in your cunt. his mouth automatically finds your clit and he sucks. that sharp nose of his nudging against your clenching hole. and then- he takes in a sharp breath through his nose eye scrolling to the back of his skull.
you've lost all support opting to rest your forehead on the mirror while eren sucks on you pussy like a starved man. it's so much, it's too much. he's sloppy with it, fluids dripping down from his mouth, to his chin, onto his shirt. all you can do is moan.
"ugh -god! eren! eren!" you sob, he slurps. its all so good.
"you're cumming? come on pretty, cum on my fucking tongue." he envelopes you whole and shoves his tongue in repeatedly over and over until you scream.
"shit - eren im fucking cumming!" and you do. hard. but he keeps going not wasting a drop of your release. gasping for some air, hunched over the sink, panties down by your knocking shaking knees, you feel it.
hard, long, heavy, and thick against your lower back you didn't even realize he had dropped his cargos and boxers just below his fat balls. 8 inches of man ready and waiting.
he see you lifting yourself up and he decides you had enough time to recover. his slides his tip an angry shade of red, through your sensitive folds and then pushes in slow.
quickly he grabs his base hard and squeezes. "shit-" he stills, taking a deep breath. "s'fucking tight." he comments rubbing on your swollen clit making you shudder. "loosen up dollface, let me in." his brows furrowed as he watches you biting into the fabric of your sleeve. you’re holding back and he knows it. he knows he's big, and he knows you can take it.
in one swift motion he bottoms out and you cry. cry so loud you could stop the party. his 'thrust' shallow but oh so deep, fat tip nudging right against your cervix.
"o-oh fuck FUCK!" you wail clenching on him hard as you orgasm. "atta girl, there she is." he grins big and bright. "feels good don't it? you love cummin' on me dontcha, princess?" he hisses, reeling his hips back and he pounds into you.
"s-shit, you're soo g-oodd!" you wailed to him, your tits bouncing out that stupid stuffy blouse. he wants to see more, to feel more. his fingers scoop you up by the neck. damp back pulled to his wet chest, and he squeezes. the feeling of his hand even resting on your throat was delicious - but this.
this was different. "e-erenn! jesus f-fucking christ! m'cummin, m'cummin!" you gasp out, taking your hand and wrapping it around his to choke yourself harder. those green eyes widen nearly black in color as he gives a wild smile at your fucked out expression. "you filthy little thing, you like being choked dont ya? what would yer daddy say if he found you his dollface little girl was slutting herself out for me ,hm?"
you feel it, right there in your gut, hot desire flooding from your pussy all onto the floor in streams of clear liquid. your cheeks are red from the lack of oxygen. his thrust get harder but you can feel eren tensing. another brutal thrust and he grunts deep and sexy. "fuck baby." he fucks himself through his high just using your sloppy cunt to his will. his grip on you throat is released and that has you doubling over gasping for sweet oxygen.
jeager relishes the feeling of your walls clamping on him till he decides enough is enough. he pulls out and in an instant thick, creamy globs of cum plop down onto your soaked down underwear.
leaning down once more he come face of face with your fucked out pussy and licks the mixture of bodily fluids. this makes you jolt and then he presses a delicate kiss to you clit. contradicting his actions he sents a hard smack to your ass cheek. eren groans taking a look at the mess you both made on the floor and yourselves. he just grabs and decorative towels hanging above the toilet, wiping himself off and then throwing it on the floor to soak up any liquid.
then he hands you a pitiful piece of tissue paper to clean yourself off. but before you can start he's distracting you with kisses to your earlobe, he grabs your hand and suddenly your finger is feeling .. lighter.
you spoke out to confront him but he slips back out into the world leaving you stranded and confused.
also with an empty finger. bummer, he didn't even catch your name..
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi Additional Tags: Soft Tsukishima Kei, dubcon, Mildly Dubious Consent, Tsukishima Kei is Bad at Feelings, Vulnerable Tsukishima Kei, PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Yamaguchi Tadashi is Good at Feelings, First Time Blow Jobs, Cock Worship, Porn with Feelings, Sex as Connection, For Being So Observant Tsukki Sure is Oblivious, Is Yamaguchi Topping from the Bottom Here? It's Hard to Tell, Beginnings, therapeutic sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Awkward Tsukishima Kei, Mentioned Ushijima Wakatoshi, Confident Yamaguchi Tadashi, First Year Yamaguchi Tadashi, First Year Tsukishima Kei, Non-Traditional Power Dynamics, Sex as a Force for Good, Figuring Things Out, Listen Yamaguchi Has Spent a Lot of Time Studying Up On This Okay?, Sex Is Not The Enemy, Emotionally Overwhelmed Tsukishima Kei, Porn with a little bit of Plot, Crying Tsukishima Kei, Tsukishima Kei Is Secretly A Soft Cinnamon Roll That Needs Protecting, Yamaguchi Tadashi Worships The Ground Tsukishima Kei Walks On, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Farsighted Tsukishima Kei Series: Part 1 of Unable to Connect, Please Try Again Summary:
When Yamaguchi confronts Tsukishima in the bathroom after the match against Shiratorizawa, things take a decidedly different turn and Kei's entire world shifts.
It turns out that sometimes, to see yourself, you need someone else to see you first.
Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei's Father Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Tsukishima Kei, Omega Yamaguchi Tadashi, Mentioned Terushima Yuuji, Mentioned Kageyama Tobio, Mentioned Kuroo Tetsurou, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Edging, Mind Control, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, PWP, Pheromones, Possessive Tsukishima Kei, Jealous Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi is a Little Shit, Slut Shaming, Dom Tsukishima Kei, sub yamaguchi tadashi, POV Yamaguchi Tadashi, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Dom/sub, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, brat taming, Yamaguchi Tadashi is a Brat, Brat Tamer Tsukishima Kei Summary:
Yamaguchi goes out of his way to make Tsukishima jealous.
Obviously, he gets more than he bargained for.
Get you an author who can do both
#PORNWITHPLOT
Thank you for having me hehe
💚 Karma’s a bitch by albondiguilla
4,130 | Completed | E | Ship: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle
Tags/Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Art Heists, Conman Tom Riddle, Rough Sex, Spit As Lube, Choking, Rape/Non-con Elements, Harry’s angry, He has a right to be alright?, Betrayal, Punching, Verbal Humiliation, Humiliation kink, Gratuitous Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn, Explicit Sexual Content, Hung Harry Potter, Gratuitously Hot Harry Potter
Summary:
Tom betrays Harry. Harry’s not happy about it.
My recommendation no one asked for:
The taste of Țuică
By fluxweed
R: Explicit
It’s quite one thing for your best mate to casually tell you about all the sex his boyfriend wants to have. It’s altogether another to have him bring up the time you snogged him in a shitty Central London park.
Draco Malfoy/ Harry Potter/ Ron Weasley
Bark like you want it
IPC superior/richer Male reader X sub! Lyndon Skott (HSR) smut because my type in men are pathetic idiots for some reason.
NSFW under the cut, no extra tags, enjoy
It's a bit pitiful, the man that's currently fucking himself on your dick would never have though he'd be moaning like a bitch in heat whilst in his superior's office.
Lyndon Skott met you in Aurum Alley of all places, when you spoke (more like scolded) him for ruining the IPC's public image with his stupid stunt. You might have been a little too mean with your comments, since he did start crying a little, so you took it into your own hands to buy him a drink or two...
Now flash forward a few months, you think you might've accidentally acquired a very bratty, very noisy little sugar baby. One that seems desperate to get a good fuck, but has so big of an ego he refuses to let you do the fucking unless you bend him in half.
He always tries to ride your dick, but he always ends up with his knees weak, his hole aching from his own slow and inexperienced pacing. He tries to lift his pretty little hips up but ends up losing strength in his legs, letting your dick fill his tight hole as he falls onto it.
You don't really mind this slow pacing of him fucking himself on your dick and failing most of the time, his whines and pretty moans makes up for the pacing. Plus, you do get to tease the man, stroking his dick while matching the pace where he fucks himself into you, overstimulating him and watching his pretty little dick twitch as you mark up his shoulder and neck, watching him cum from you hands as you suddenly speed up when he was trying to catch his breath...
When he finally gets tired of riding you, you get to pound him hard into the sheets. Putting his legs onto your shoulder and letting your dick press against his prostate, make him moan like a bitch, or if you're feeling mean you can ask him bark. He cries and whines about how you're so mean, letting him suffer a while ago and fucking him so hard when he's so tired, he's absolutely spent, he can't cum again, he really can't!
You make him cum so much he dry cums as you finally fill him up, the white substance already piled up on his stomach as he came multiple times when you had him in the breeding position, his dick twitching and he squirms as much as he can under you but he's so drained he can't even cum properly. Maybe if you're feeling particularly horny, he might suck you off while you press your feet against his limp dick, overwhelming his senses while he chokes on your cock, he's so fucked out of his mind he lets you rough him up however you like.
Of course, you have to treat him to a long, nice bath with expensive candles burning to get rid of the smell of sex. And of course you have to treat him to good food, you did fuck the brains out of the man. And yes, you do take him shopping, he wants new sunglasses. He's your bratty little sugar baby now, treat him well and maybe he'll let you fuck him against the mirror. Maybe.
Anyone interested in mirror fucking? Idk, maybe I'll continue this when I'm stressed out and need a punching bag. I love whiny men.
Self indulgent, Pre-release Mr Reca thoughts (and hopefully prayers for me, because this man makes me salivate.)
Nsfw don't like don't read
This is filthy as hell.
Pet play, dacryphilia, and probably a few more I hadn't think of yet, this is a wild ride
I wanna make this man whimper so hard you have no fucking idea, this man makes me feral. I want to see him on the floor like a dog for me just augghhhhhhhhhh
Anyways.
Mr Reca with pet play. You saw the trailer, you will see the vision. Crazy director man who probably has a thing for controlling things because of his personality (maybe) or profession? Sign me the fuck up. I want to see this twink with a collar and leash. I want to fuck him hard and make him whimper and call him a pathetic little puppy. I want to make him wear a tail plug.
Or, alternatively, make him hump my shoe while he wears some fluffy dog ears. I see him as a dog boy, I have no idea why, but he gives possessive dog boy vibes. Bear with me here. Make him a custom collar or thigh straps with your name on it. I mean he already has them in his daily outfit, it would just make sense y'know?
Mr Reca with dacryphilia because I like my men crying and in pain. That thing about men whimpering and whining being hot is my whole personality when I'm reading fics, that is my vanilla, let's go. I want to see this pretty man crying while I suck him dry, I want to kiss his tears away while I prevent him from coming over and over. And by gods above I want to see this man full on bawling after all the overstim. Kiss away the tears because I'm soft like that.
Mr Reca but we tie him up with his straps. Why does one man need that many straps anyways? Or hell, his jacket thing works too, that shit def looks hot if he wore it without a shirt underneath like the back is 80% open, it covers nothing but it's giving everything fr. Y'all think we can hang him up with just his straps? Fuck him hard while he's up?
Mr Reca but we def filming, I shit you not that is the thing that started this post. Use his phone, your phone, do it on a private Livestream for yourself, use his freaking cameras, do it on set let's goooooooooo. I wanna watch him write his scripts as we fuck, let him sit on your dick if you can, if not cockwarm him instead. We winning no matter what. Make that man struggle and whimper, we ✨love✨ whimpering men in this house. If he feels generous maybe he'll let us wrap him up with his film tape of him being fucked and takes pictures with it. He probably won't though, but he'll probably keep them~♡ I wanna see him drool on camera so I can zoom in on his face and take pictures of it.
Mr Reca and a breeding kink???? A height difference and size kink??? I can see this going both ways. I feel like it's less breeding kink, and more he likes the feeling of cum. How to explain this? No clue. But I just think he would. Let him suck you off or eat you out, get his face wet~
For the size/height kink I think it goes both ways. I think he doesn't really care if you're smaller than him or bigger than him, he just likes it y'know? Maybe you're smaller than him but you can fuck his brains out. Maybe you're tall enough you can lift him up and fuck him against the wall without his feet touching the floor. ✨Just difference in general✨ baby. Bonus points too if you're big, I feel like he'll enjoy getting squished. Doesn't matter if you're masc or femme leaning and/or presenting, he likes getting squished.
And I hadn't really started on the real size kink idea yet, damn. Okay, size kink when he sees his stomach having a bulge as you fuck him. We love a skinny twink. I think he would see it and his mind would just go blank, like, "what the fuck, you're that big" kinda thing. Strap on or not, I think the surprise factor of seeing it is something he likes.
Mr Reca with mirrors. Listen. Trust me. Mirrors. I just love watching this unhinged man get his mind fogged by pleasure. This is a thing I love. I wanna see his face and watch him cry and watch him struggle. We've seen how deranged this man is in the trailer, now let's fuck him up literally so we can see his face more. Do it against those big, wall length mirrors you see in dancing studios if he's working on a musical or something. Do it in one of his trailers while he's out filming on set, bonus if it's not even room and we just press him against a random ahh mirror in a random trailer for costume and makeup.
I blame the unhinged energy today on my exams.
Hope you enjoyed? Well, technically I wrote this for myself but, sure. Posting this for funsies.
sink or swim
author: roxas_oxo13
summary:
“Y’know, Jade’s been teasin’ me. Says I wake up moanin’ your name more nights than not. He says I should be embarrassed, but I dunno why. S’pretty natural, ain’t it?”
“What?” Flustered, Riddle squirms, turning around so he can see Floyd’s face. What awaits him are half-lidded, hooded eyes, heterochromia making his right eye seem almost incandescent. A long piece of his hair falls on Riddle’s shoulder as Floyd grabs him, lifting Riddle so his feet are on the bench.
“Wantin’ to fuck ya so bad I dream about it.”
Good Job
author: Silvermagess
summary: Deuce encounters Leona during his rut and offers to give the other a helping hand.
God of Sand
author: Veroninya
summary:
“Yeah, that’s me. Leona, King of the Desert and Sands, a God, if you must. You kept calling me so nicely so I figured I’d drop by, pay you a visit, see what’s up with a pretty priestess like you. How could I ever ignore a damsel in distress?”
“First,” Vil retorts, “I am not a damsel in distress. I am in distress, but I am not a damsel. Secondly, I am the Head Priest, do you truly think I wouldn’t be able to recognize my own deity that I pray to daily? You look nothing like the statues.”
“I mean.. you apparently don’t, so that’s that.” He hums, then, nods to himself. “But you’re right. We really need to do something about those statues.”
________ Spoiler, they don't do anything about the statues.