One year on from the porn ban and I’m still reblogging the interesting stuff I find, but there’s much better stuff at twitter.com/purelygayporn

fast n rough sex is good but theres st abt getting fucked slowww and deep and forceful thats just. so much better to me

theyre hand on ur back or ur neck as they hold you down and just slowly push their cock into you as you whimper and squirm frm how good they feel so deep inside you.. and then when theyre all the way in and they start slowly rutting, barely pulling out n just shushing you as you whine...

Im so flustered rn i really wanna get fucked by a priest while he calls me a sinner or whatever and im bent over something/most things in the main church room n used like a fleshlight

But i also wanna seduce a shyer priest whos probably a virgin and gets flustered super easily as i start out with just stroking him thru his pants while teasing him a bit and eventually riding him until im filled with his cum and hes a blushing mess, shaking bc he came a lil too much

Lmk what tags i should use its super late and im sleepy

Why not both?

The headpriest is the one who turned you into his little fleshlight. He started it when you confessed to your sinful fantasies to him, making you sit in his lap in the confession booth as he told what an irredeemable little sinner you were with his fingers deep inside of you. Soon you got hooked to your holes being stretched out and cum dripping out of you as he fucks you whereever he damn well pleases in church.

His voice in your ear, calling you a filthy sinner, is enough to get you dripping wet and when he delivers a sermon, your body clenches around the vibe he shoved inside of you when he made you suck him off in his office, and all you can do is try your best to not pant and moan audibly in your little corner of the church. You know he'll come after service and see if you've stained the bench with your slutty juices and he'll slap your ass and fuck you hard while lecturing you on your sinfulness as you're made to wipe your seat with a cloth shoved into your mouth.

By the time you start waddling and your belly starts to become rounder, a new priest joins the congregation. He's a softer man, shyer, and most definitely a virgin, but he's kind and the people like him. The headpriest wants to keep him but he also doesn't want to have to hide the fact that he's fucking you in church so as he's balls-deep in you in the confession booth, he orders you to seduce the new priest.

The headpriest threatens that you won't get bent over much anymore if you don't so you hurry up and try your hardest to seduce the new priest. He flusters so easily, and he tries his hardest to resist but his eyes betray him as he keeps stealing glances at your rounding form. You sit next to him in service, secretly rubbing his inner thighs, ghosting up teasingly, and you make sure to bend over strategically in his view as you help out in the church office. You let yourself get stuck against him in the narrow hallway, rubbing your ass against his dick until you know it's hard. You rub your sore breasts in his sight, acting like you don't know he can see you.

The headpriest watches you both and helps you create situations to be alone with him until finally, you make sure to stumble against him in the empty church, pulling him down and straddling him on the floor. You confess your wants while grinding against his crotch, watching him squirm and try to get away but since he doesn't want to hurt your baby, he has no choice but to surrender as you shove his face into your tits.

You're aching for dick, it's been a week since the headpriest last fucked you, and so you make quick work of his clothes until you can feel his hot, throbbing dick pressing against your naked cunt under your skirt. He pleads with you, stammering that's he's a virgin and he can't-, his vows and-, but you can feel his hips grinding upward so you ease yourself onto his dick and slam down, filling your aching, empty hole at once.

He comes immediately, a choked moan on his lips as you sigh happily, feeling his cum flood you. Before he can rest, you can't help but start to ride him hard, slamming down and grinding hard as he whimpers and moans, shaking as you're milking his dick inside of you. You kiss him sloppily as his hips start jerking upwards on their own, chasing that high as you tease him by lifting your hips a little, his cum dribbling out around his dick as he tries to move.

As you sit up and grind down hard, he comes again, shaking and trembling as he begs you to stop and let him rest. He's a mess under you, cheeks flushed red and eyes glistening in pleasure and confusion, and you can help but relish in that until you hear footsteps. The headpriest watched it all and he's rock hard. You get up and obediently let yourself be bent over the bench as he starts to berate you for your sinfulness and fucking your brains out as the new priest watches on with his mouth open.

The headpriest makes sure to scrape out the new priest's cum with his dick, calling you the dirtiest little sinner, before filling you up again. The new priest tries to protest but he's still shaken up, legs trembling so that he can't even resist when the headpriest makes you clean him up with your mouth, making him whine and shiver from the overstimulation, as the headpriest keeps your ass up and his dick deep inside of you.

The priest sits you in his lap, one hand on your hip with the other at the back of your neck, slowly tightening a rosary. The hand on your hip moves onto your stomach, then down to your abdomen, then onto your nether regions. An area you were forbidden to touch, as it was sinful.

Your priest however explained that it's not when he does it. It's not sinful for the priest to touch you because everything he touches is holy, so how could this be unholy?

He pushed down on your nether regions, soliciting a delicious moan from you. He gave you some friction, a feeling you've never felt before, that made your head go all fuzzy.

The rosary tightened for a moment, before falling slack. In the moment of your confusion, he brought the hand to your mouth.

"Let my hands in, let me purify that sinful mouth of yours," He murmurs right beside your ear, lightly biting down on the ear lobe before pulling back and licking.

You follow his orders, opening your mouth hesitantly and feeling as he rubbed against your teeth, before laying two fingers on your tongue and moving in and out at a slow pace. The hand below followed the same pace, rubbing and giving friction.

"You shall be declared holy in your entirety, born anew for your God," He hissed. Your eyes fluttered closed, these feelings inside you boiling over rather quickly. Your breathing was quickened and your heart rate was getting faster.

"With my touch, darling, you will become God's favorite, wouldn't you like that?" You tried to nod.

"Beautiful. Then let me push you over the edge. After this, you cannot go back, you must renew your holiness every day, do you understand?" You gagged as he went down your throat. A tension in your lower regions became too much as it snapped and you felt yourself seemingly drain of all energy. You didn't know what this was as your body down there became painful with each rub and you twitched.

He stopped, pulling his hand out of your mouth and resting his other hand on your crotch, "I'm glad you understand. You were very good to me, and I cannot wait to make sure you continue to stay holy."

It’s the Sabbath, the holiest day of the week, and you go to mass like you always do. But there’s an unseen difference in this practice for you today.

Your bruised knees ache. You keep your coat on to try to hide the slowly-fading red blotches on your neck. You try your best to avoid the priest. You don’t feel like you can speak to him or even look at him for too long. The last time you held eye contact with him was deeply unholy, and your memory flashes back to a week ago in the warm, dark study… his hands on your bare skin, certain and determined. And his eyes, full of hunger and lust for your equally needy body. You watch him from afar, all the way in the final pew, as he stands in the pulpit. You try your best to hear what is being said and taught, but all you can think about is how he looks under those robes.

You are brought harshly out of your daydream when it’s time to take communion. You get progressively more nervous the closer the line proceeds. You wonder if your fellow parishioners can still smell it on you: the sweat, his cologne, the lingering smell of sex that you can’t seem to wash out of that shirt. Did anyone notice how you struggled to get on your knees to pray? How little you’ve been paying attention?

Suddenly, it is your turn to take Holy Communion. You hold your hands out in front of you, right over left, and wait for him. When he looks up at you and smiles, you feel your heart skip a beat.

“The body of Christ,” he says. That voice is etched into your mind and cannot seem to work it’s way out. It’s more beautiful than a choir of angels, but reminds you of your most dirty, sinful acts.

“Amen,” you manage to squeak. You feel yourself start to sweat as his hand comes toward you with the host. You panic — ‘what is he doing? I’m clearly holding out my hands.’

“Open your mouth,” he whispers, just barely audible. You can feel your face turn cherry red and your heart is thumping in your ears. Nonetheless, you obey him, parting your lips and tilting your head back slightly. The last time you did this in front of him, he was teaching you how to take something else into your mouth. You can nearly feel his hand gripping your hair again. Instinctively, you stick out your tongue, just barely beyond your lips. He looks deep into your eyes as he places the host on your tongue. You shiver, but take of it the way you know you’re supposed to.

He hands you the cup of wine, his satisfaction clear on his face with a smug grin. “The blood of Christ.”

“Amen,” you take the cup into your shaking hands and take a bigger swallow of the wine than usual.

You quickly walk around him with your eyes to the floor, on your way back to the pew you came from. Your overwhelmed mind wonders if anyone else saw that, if you looked foolish taking communion in your mouth for the first time in your life, and, most abashedly, if he still thinks about that night too. You wonder if he still yearns for you, the way you crave the gorgeous sins he presents to you.

The final question is answered when he makes a point to whisper to you again, like a temptation in the wind, as you pass him.

“What a good boy you are.”

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“Oh now it’s ‘more, touya’, ‘please, touya,’” he sneers, nose pressed to your cheek as his warm breath fans over your skin. His fingers dig harder into your face, keeping you turned away and unable to kiss him. It’s humiliating as he pulls more sounds and pleas from you, knowing you want nothing more than to shut yourself up with his mouth.

“What happened to all that fuckin’ venom from a second ago? What happened to ‘I hate you, Touya’?” He snarls, hips slowing as you press your lips onto a thin line, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing you cry out for him again.

His teeth sink into your cheek hard enough that you hiss in pain, fingers gripping his hair to yank his head back, twisting in his grasp to glare at him, both of you panting, teeth bared.

“I do fucking hate you,” you hiss, and his hips snap against you hard in retaliation, his cockhead smashing into that spongey spot inside you. Your eyes roll back as he forces all the air out of your lungs, whatever hateful words you had ready dying on your tongue as your brain goes fuzzy. He’s quick to notice, angling his hips to hone in on that spot, his pace quickening.

“Hate you so fucking much,” you manage to choke out as that coil in your stomach tightens faster and faster, and your cunt tightens around him.

He knows you’re close, and for the third time since he’s shoved you up against the wall, he snatches your orgasm from your grasp, his hips stilling.

A broken sob crawls it’s way from your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut to stop the tears from spilling down your cheeks.

He taps your cheek firmly with one finger to get your attention, your face still firmly in his grasp and you level him with a glare filled with as much hate as you can muster. He’s completely unbothered, but you do notice his blue eyes softening as he leans forward, peppering kisses over your cheeks.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he sighs out, tracing an invisible path along your face with his lips. “I promise I’ll let you cum as soon as you stop lying to me,” he breathes, lips ghosting over yours. His mouth twitches in a grin when you inhale sharply, when you tilt forward a little bit, eyes fluttering shut at his soothing tone.

“Just admit you love me and I’ll make you cum on my cock.”

Monoma x reader

warnings: suggestive language

a/n: No one look at me. This is a quick phase that’s IT.

“Jealous?”

The blonde quirks an eyebrow in amusement as he looks up at you standing next to the table his books are sprawled across. You’re wearing your most boobalicious shirt, your tits are sitting up and pretty, and the shorts you’re wearing are a little tighter than they should be around your thighs.

You’ve seen Monoma’s wandering eye when you’ve walked past the library countless times. He’s a thigh man for sure, a tits man second so you’ve presented yourself like a perfectly wrapped present as you smirk and fill him in on your cheeky little plan.

“Yes. I want to make Bakugou jealous. And I know you aren’t a huge fan of him so…do you want to help me do it?” You ask, licking your lips and stepping closer to him.

HOW DO YOU DO IT? HOW AM I THIRSTING OVER MONOMA??? this is so damn good, I just love an insufferable asshole my god. "One chance?" No, 10. 100. As many as he wants. 🥴

It's okay, you don't need to be smart and educated just yet, hm? We can get you there - I'm a great teacher, just trust me, won't you?

Ordering you to read the classics in your past time would probably not do much, you wouldn't get past the first ten pages without giving up because you're bored, no, I need to teach them to you in your language. Now, as much as you might not like that, that is the language of whores, of perverts, of kinky degenerates, and you're so fucking lucky that I'm fluent in it too. Someone ought to guide you, hm? You wouldn't be able to do it all on your own, you need me.

I'm nice, so we will start with the easy ones. Easy language, easy analogy, easy to understand - even while you're bent over the desk in my private library with a cock buried inside your guts, fucking you more stupid with each thrust. The rules are easy too - we wouldn't want to overwhelm you now, do we? You read the book out loud while I fuck you, you're granted one moan or whimper or any other sound of uncontrolled lust per sentence, and if you stutter, mispronounce a word or take a sudden break, I'll stop my movement until you continue in a proper manner.

20 pages for the first round, then you're allowed an orgasm. For the second round, 25 pages. Then 30. Then 35. Eager things like you, so forced willing to learn, should have a goal to aim for, after all. It does make it harder to focus on the book though, does it? Don't worry, that's why we're doing this - to train your focus, to make you appreciate literature, to condition you to think of pleasure when you think of books.

Colorful little post-it notes on every one of your orgasm pages remind both of us precisely of how often you were allowed to let go during a book, even after we've finished reading it fucking you through it. They're put up on the shelves, in between others, renowned literature work, and whoever sees them might ask "Oh, did you mark those pages for an analysis on something, or as a reference or source?", and of course, I'll just laugh and reply "Sure". It's true, isn't it? It's a reference to something at least, they don't know what it is referencing to, they don't know that you've been bred and edged and denied and overstimulated on almost every surface in this library, noo, it's our dirty little secret and that's what it will stay.

Of course, apart from all your friends and acquaintances wondering how you're suddenly able to quote from Goethe's Faust or Dante's Divina Commedia in its original language. But let's keep them in the dark, let's play pretend that you've suddenly picked up a new interest, hm? That's much better for your ego anyway.

The filthy, sloppy squelch of every stroke, staccatoed by the clap of his hips against your ass, echoes. Even as you whine and squeal and curse, your ability to form full sentences long gone, it's all you can hear-- the lewd sound of wet, unabashedly and uncomfortably dripping from your poor, abused pussy.

"Fu-" the word dies on your lips as your partner shifts, his cock rubbing against tender flesh in just a way that you see stars. Your pubes and his are matted and dark with the same mixture of liquids that drip down the crack of your ass.

"Yeah? Yeah?" Dabi sneers, his hips never stopping as he presses deeper, mounting you harder until your body bends uncomfortably far. His stomach is smeared with you, shining all the way from his stomach to his knees. "Dick so good you can't even fucking think, huh?"

The way he has you folded means you can see his cock as it enters you, thick and pulsing and drenched with creamy, white -

The sight tickles something in your brain.

Your hand finds his arm and squeezes hard. It's tacky and warm with sweat, so much so that he slips out of your grip the first time.

"Da- Dabi-" you gasp. At first, he doesn't respond, too busy watching where your bodies connect.

"God, fuckin' greedy pussy." He brushes his dark hair from his eyes, "Suck it in like you need it, babygirl. There it-"

You gather yourself just enough for a full breath. "Dabi."

"What?" he grits his teeth and pulls out, cock resting against your puffy, abused cunt. He seemingly can't help how his hips continue, running through your folds without shame. "Don't tell me you're fucking tapping out."

"Fuck-" Your head is thick with cotton, body heavy with pleasure- "Did- did you cum in me?"

His tongue flicks over the sharp edge of his canine. "Nah."

He taps his cock against your spread open cunt, savoring every tacky sound, relishing in how the wetness sticks to him in strings. "That's all you."

“Who said you could stop?”

The district throatiness in his voice sends shivers down your spine. this can’t be happening, he’s not supposed to be here—

“I-I can’t…I need to—”

“you don’t have to see to fuck yourself” his slasher grin stretches wider, relishing how skittish your eyes suddenly are, “go ‘head— put your hand back and look me right in the eye when you cum”

Apparently you took too long for his liking cause the amusement dancing in his eyes is suddenly gone, eyes somber and cold as he yanks your face right infront of his—

“Keep. Going.”

he lives off the shakiness in your arms as they slowly trail their way back to your pussy, huffing a little chuckle when your hips jerk at the passing sensation of your fingers.

you’re dripping cum all over your fingers at the very fact that the man of your horny thoughts is now watching you prep yourself— forcing you to look him in the eyes while you finger yourself stupid. he’s not even glancing at the loud slick noises coming from your hand, just focusing only on the warm humiliation in your expression.

but apparently this isn’t enough.

“Oi—“ he starts, directing your attention back to him by gently tapping your chin, “where’s those cute little noises you were making? Gettin’ all shy now that I’m right in front of you, huh?”

he loves how your chest rattles when, after a brief pause, you finally murmur “it’s…s’embarrassing…”

“and fucking yourself in here all alone, thinking of me— while I’m right here, isn’t?” his smirk is insufferable as his logic.

if not more so.

You watch as his gaze, now darkened with some twisted form of lust, finally leave yours to rake over your form; the sheer hunger in his eyes enough to make you pause, but only for a second.

It’s a strange feeling, having someone watch you at your most vulnerable. Just knowing that he’s taking in the way you flick at your clit with just enough pressure to make you draw your knees together— that he’s loving how hard you’re workin’ that little sweet spot buried within the depths of your pussy—

you practically flood your fingers at the thought.

not far after, you finally free your voice— inhibitions lost in your quest for a good orgasm. small wispy whines soon turning into keening groans for more, just a little more. Just little longer.

“oh—“ you rasp as the wet smacking of skin on skin begins to match the pace of your breaths, “f-fuck, Dabi, I can’t—”

he hums in an almost questioning tone, as if to say “can’t what?”

Beads of precum are practically slithering down your wrist in rivers at this point, sounding just as sodden as your whiny voice, “gotta stop or ‘m—‘m g’nna—“

“gonna what? you too scared to cum for me? scared you’re gonna make a mess?”

you sniffle and begin to whine as your legs tense and tighten around your drenched hand, “y-yea— think ‘m…” another sniffle, the time followed by a tearful gasp, “‘m gonna squirt—“

The very audible growl he lets out does nothing but speed up your incoming orgasm, especially when he directs your attention back to him with his rough grip. your dumb little brain…it’s what he loves most about you.

“what’d I tell you, hm? Your dumb cunt make you forget already?” he mocks like you’re not within inches of one of the strongest orgasms in your life, “said you’re gonna look at me when you cum all nice and pretty, yeah?”

you move to shake your head, to try and show him that you just can’t, but his grip is too strong, it’s too big, s’too much it’s too much—

and when you finally lock eyes with him again, albeit with blurrier vision, your heart stops at the intensity they hold. the burning want and desire that’s so prevalent in those azure depths. The tinge of drool leaking from the edge of his mouth making your cunt leak even more :(

you didn’t stand a chance.

i want my house to be made of old soviet control boards

*wakes up at 6am full of joy* ohhhhohohohoh.. hhohhhhyes

YEAHH *my bare feet hurriedly slap along the tile floors * YEAHHHHHH

YEAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! *STARTS SLAPPING BUTTONS RANDOMPLY* YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*LOUD ALARM STARTS BLARING* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

its so much and its dishonest work

employment

sleeping naked because I need the monsters under the bed to appreciate my incredible ass

blood is running down the walls and spelling out "put on some clothes, slut" again