Derek always gets stuck between making too much noise or just gasping silently. He knows he’d been making noise earlier; when Stiles walked them both into the bedroom he’d been humming into kisses and mumbling dry responses to Stiles saying he “had plans”; when Stiles tugged at his clothes he remembers he’d said something meant to pass for controlled about patience that had made Stiles roll his eyes. And when Stiles pulled his mouth off Derek’s dick with a slurp so lewd it had to be at least half on purpose and told him to roll over with his voice gone rough, Derek’s sure he’d breathed out, “Yeah. Yeah okay.”

Karkat accidentally stumbles across Sollux's nookworm, and...well, he's always wanted to try one, so why the fuck not? A drabble based on two wonderful pieces of art by Syblatortue!

Some people get mean when they drink. Some people get quiet, or loud, or weepy. Sid gets… well.

Sid had been simmering all day and now he was ebullient, a full boil, about to spill over. set after the October 12th, 2013 Lightning game

“Person with designated prior consent in the case of medically severe aphrodisiac exposure?” Hizashi reads off the medical form, his eyebrows rising up towards his hairline. “Hey, Shōta, is this a misprint?" “Just put me down,” Shōta replies, making Hizashi’s brain short-circuit for a moment.

One might think that after spending six years serving as a Galaxy Garrison senior officer, leading dozens of dangerous missions into enemy territory, personally overseeing the deaths of Zarkon’s highest generals, and getting his arm blown off only to be replaced by a weaponized prosthetic against his will, Shiro would be prepared for anything the Universe threw at him. He was not prepared for Keith and Lance.

“What’s the internet say about all this sexual tension?” Kuroo asks, and Kenma’s attention snaps back to the screen. “Nothing I didn’t see earlier. It should lessen over time, but it’s meant to cement the new bond between mated individuals. Through sex, I guess.” (( or: kenma must navigate his new and unwanted werewolf marriage with kuroo, and honestly, it would be a lot easier if they didn't get boners every time they made eye contact ))

Aoba is going to die, but goddamn what a fucking way to go.

When looking into the code Pidge hacked in Shiro's arm, Matt finds something. Shiro sees an opportunity.

Shisui's breaths feel too loud in the quiet of the room, like they’re coming too fast. It’s like he’s panting, like he can't get enough air, and it makes his head spin. His whole body is shaking, overheated, burning up from the inside, and he has to catch himself on the edge of the sink and lean there, gasping for air, acutely, exquisitely, awfully aware of every inch of his skin. Behind him, a page turns, crinkling, and there's a quiet hum.

Right, Alec thought, this is fine. This is totally…. Magnus took off his shirt. Fine.

This might as well happen, right? Get possessed by an alien parasite, save the world, get fucked by an alien parasite… it’s all in the same vein. It’s not like this is any more fucked up than the rest of it.

Eddie briefly recalls some tentacle porn he’d watched just before Venom became a part of him. The copious vines holding her up and entering her every opening simultaneously. Fluids, from her or the monster who could tell, leaking from her mouth and pussy and ass. Oh, Eddie. Venom’s thought shook him, definitely not wanting to take their tongue out his mouth, How’d you keep this from us? Eddie had to be completely honest… he had absolutely no idea how he did either. ~ That good good tentacle fuckin' that Eddie so desperately wanted.

Magnus wants to reach down and run his fingers through Alec’s hair, but he can’t. His wrists are tied together with a length of silk rope that connects them to the headboard. They both know it’s only an illusion of control - Magnus is more than capable of getting out of the bonds with just a single thought and slightest push of magic - but it’s still a nice fantasy, having Magnus helpless like this. “Fuck,” Magnus whines, his hands straining against the rope with the overwhelming urge to touch, “Alexander, please!”

Shiro is waiting for Keith on the bridge when Matt comes to say hello. Keith finds them in a compromising looking position, which accidentally opens up a new world of possibilities. Written for Kinktober Day 4 - Spitroasing

Prompt from the Kink Meme: Kirishima gets oversensitive after using his quirk too much, and somebody (Bakugou) fucks him until he's so overstimulated that he cries

“Hey, by the way,” Bucky says, “what’s the most times you’ve ever made Steve come in a row?”

”I’d like to tie you up.” A laugh bubbled out of Wei Wuxian at the unexpected words, and he turned further in his spot to lean over the table and so get closer to his husband. Ink and paper were quickly forgotten on the floor. ”Like with your ribbon? I liked that,” he said, grinning up at Lan Wangji, who was sitting perfectly straight as always. ”No. Properly.”

A hand pressed into the hollow of his hips, stroked the skin there. He shuddered, thrusting up, but couldn’t move. His ass was long since open and stretched, but the man hadn’t fucked in; his cock was long since hard and weeping, but the man hadn’t let him cum. All he had done, for long minutes, was whisper praise into his skin. Jiang Cheng was going to break.

“Please...” Sexual frustration and desperation fill the room, but instead of giving him what he desires, Lan Wangji takes the oil and coats his own hand, staring at it with determination. “I want to know how it feels” Wei Wuxian chokes.

Jiang Cheng is a survivor--his strength has seen him through the death of his parents, the destruction and rebuilding of Lotus Pier, and the loss of both of his siblings. Nie Huaisang can't imagine the weight that still lingers--and he'll do everything he can to unload it, piece by piece. Even if he has to start with something as simple as teaching him that there's nothing wrong with being soft.

Xiao Xingchen’s hip jerked toward the wand, but against the wide fix of the spreader bar between his knees, he had little leverage. Song Lan just moved the wand with him.

Geralt mistakes Jaskier for a, ahem, lady of the night, and Jaskier goes with it. As you do. "I don't require a whore." Funny thing is, Jaskier wasn't about to offer. He means to convey words to that effect to settle the matter and dispel any potential future misunderstandings, but finds himself saying instead, "Why not?"

There are times Jack thinks he's a very lucky man.

“I still - I don't-” Shiro feels like his brain is broken. “I still don't get why this is necessary.” “All aspects of physical stamina are tested during the trials,” Kolivan replies, standing next to him as both of them watch the screen. “Awakening the blade is only the first step. Your friend is an omega, and all omegas currently serving with the Blades have lasted an hour or more on this device. It is protocol.”

Yuuri Katsuki's stamina is inhuman. Victor will just need to resort to inhuman help to wear him out.

The first time Wei Wuxian sees Lan Zhan naked in the Cold Spring behind Cloud Recesses, she's totally blindsided. Lan Zhan is meditating, tips of her hair trailing through the water when Wei Wuxian arrives and starts to strip down. Her eyes are closed, and her tits are floating in the water in front of her. Several things strike Wei Wuxian in quick succession. Five times Wei Wuxian notices how absolutely enormous Lan Zhan's tits are, and one time she does something about it: A fill for a prompt in the MDZS/CQL Kink Meme.

A day in the life of one happily married couple: in which Jiang Yanli dresses her husband in lingerie, ties him to the headboard, and pegs him until he comes (multiple times) and cries.

“One more,” Alpha decides, and beneath him Jon can't do anything but moan, hitching and ragged.

“Shizun…” Shen Qingqiu looks up from where he’s kneeled at his writing desk, meeting the dark, hooded gaze of his husband standing beside him. Binghe is already dressed down to only a thin inner shirt that covers down to his upper thighs. At this angle, Shen Qingqiu can nearly see under it, blushing as Binghe’s hand slides enticingly up his thigh to drag the robe up and aside, parting just enough to display his pretty, already wet pussy. He swallows thickly, putting down his ink brush as he stares up at his husband’s shameless behaviour. Bingqiu find a flower with a unique side effect and find they really quite like the change.

“Oh,” Jaster manages, and it cracks right in half.

Tuukka doesn't hate being a sub. He just hates the idea of losing control of himself. It doesn't at all meet with the standards he sets for his own performance. But when it's clear that he needs help, Zee, his Dom captain, steps in to show it's all right to let someone else take care of him every once in a while.

Sid draws the short straw after the loss.

Quiet, easygoing Yagi who prods his fingertips together when he’s nervous and afraid of saying the wrong thing. He has a cheerful little bit of praise for every student, and makes a point of complimenting his coworkers; Nedzu’s lustrous fur, Nemuri’s manicured nails, Hizashi’s latest show. He’s the gentle structural support of All Might left bare, who he knows and has started to begrudgingly respect as a teacher. He's the last person Shouta would expect to see here. But fuck, he's hot.

EDDIE. “Yeah?” STOP TALKING. A buzz of dangerous excitement lights up Eddie’s nervous system like a whole damn Christmas tree, like the hum of a neon sign in the quiet rain, the fear of a lightning strike eclipsed by awe for the subliminal, earthly tremor of thunder’s echo. He smirks, lazy. “Make me.” When Venom purrs, the vibration radiates through his veins, his muscles and bones, his pores, the chambers of his heart, as if a satisfied lion were not merely sitting on his chest but residing in his ribcage.   OR: Venom thinks "me time" is "we time." OR: Does it count as masturbation when your symbiote gets you off? OR: Teaching sex ed to your symbiote.

One inch sideways on Alpha’s bunk and Quinlan slams face-first into the memory of Obi-Wan in the same position he’s in right now.

“’M supposed to be on duty,” Fox manages, and that argument probably would have worked better an hour ago, when he was being frog-marched out of his office as Thorn waved a solemn and mocking goodbye. It definitely doesn’t carry a lot of weight when he’s pinned between Thire and the tiles, real water running down his back and endlessly hot.

Anakin has a habit of getting laid with clones, but somehow manages to keep it discreet enough for everyone's safety. That is, until Rex walks in on him riding Fives.

Jason raises his eyebrows. "So we like… spar? And you'll what, let me fuck you if I win?" "Sure. If you win." Tim smiles and a thrill goes up Jason's spine. He shucks off his jacket and shoes before making his way to the mat. "It's a deal, then. Hope you won't regret it, Replacement." Tim's teeth look strangely sharp under the Cave lighting when he says, "I'll try my best."

Kaminari is going through a messy divorce, which has led to sending transcripts of his texts with his ex to his attorney. Shinsou is the attorney’s legal assistant, who has to go through said transcripts and black out all the explicit pictures before they can appear as exhibits in court. Reading through the sexts though, and they are GRAPHIC, Hitoshi starts to agree with the ex: he ALSO wants to ‘come on Denki’s tits’ and ‘shove his cock so far down Denki’s throat he’s coming directly into his stomach’.

By the time he’s facing the alley again, there’s nothing and no one there, even the dust completely still. Sanji would think it was his imagination. Except he knows that glowing amber eye. “Oh fuck,” Sanji mutters when he realizes what’s happening. The pokes at his awareness had indeed been taunts, little warnings that someone was most definitely in pursuit, and closing in quickly. The realization of what is about to happen has Sanji’s mouth watering, heart knocking so hard in his chest he’s sure his hidden pursuer can hear it, wherever he is hiding. - Sanji is being followed through town, but it’s no stranger pursuing the lovely cook.

Sometimes, Law knows Sanji better than he knows himself.

He can feel the vibrations against his throat as Sam speaks, his voice velvety smooth. "Did you know an orgasm helps with headaches?". Blunt fingernails scratch softly at the nape of his neck, the sensation causing a shudder to rack its way through Seb's frame. "Really?" Seb asks. Silence spells between the two, and Seb can feel the warmth that radiates from Sam's cheek as he chews on his lip. Seb tilts his chin up so they're making eye contact, cobalt blue eyes meeting those of viridian. Though his voice beams with confidence, his stature and mannerisms are riddled with nerves and insecurity. "Yeah," Sam's eyes contain nebulas, dilated pupils swirling with want as he nods. "You offering one or something?" Sebastian grins lopsidedly at the blond, tracing small shapes into the back of his hand. - Sebastian has a headache. Sam offers him relief.

Sam, Sebastian and Abigail have been friends forever and they might seem weirdly close to other people but all it takes it an impromptu makeover, some teasing words, and a threesome for it to become something more than friendship.

“Facing me or on your knees, commander?” His Jedi asked, sounding a bit breathless. A hot bolt of arousal lanced through Wolffe at the gravelly words. He swallowed. It would probably be more comfortable for the general to remain on his back for the duration of their…activities. (Or Commander Wolffe helps his general with a problem.)

Hizashi treats it like a stim toy; absently running his fingers up and down the lips, circling the clit and tapping over the entrance when he starts to feel wetness against his fingertips. He pauses, lifting it to his face and, sure enough, the once dry pink silicone is glistening with slick.

“When’s the last time a guy made you cum?” “Christ, Alex.” “No, I'm for real. When was it?” Henry groans again, his hand covering his face that is steadily turning pink. “God, I don’t know, maybe a few months ago?” “Hen, you bring so many people home.” “Way to slut shame me.” “No, no, sweetheart, it’s impressive, honestly.” They pause, sitting in comfortable silence. Alex looks like he’s pondering and Henry doesn’t let himself think about what it might mean, instead bringing his glass to his mouth. “Let me make you cum.” OR After a series of bad dates, Alex volunteers to help Henry out a little. It benefits them both, after all .

The feeling, this time, is deeper, and his orgasm builds slower. But it almost feels better. Each buzz of pleasure isn’t just felt between his legs—it spreads up his torso and down his arms, tingling in his fingers, and it makes his thighs begin to shake as it slides all the way down to the balls of his feet. His sounds are quieter, but they’re certainly still there. There’s so much happening, and yet he doesn’t feel overwhelmed. He feels calm. Safe. Protected. He feels loved. — Or, Henry is trans, and Alex eats him out until he cries.

Aizawa is more than a little stressed as he begins the transition from full time hero to teacher.

“- I just… It’s my thighs.” “I love your thighs,” Alex shrugged, “It’s… they’re big.” “I know,” Alex grinned, his tongue tracing his bottom lip almost like a reflex, “They're really strong. It’s hot.” Henry kicked at his leg from where it was hanging off the sofa and relished in the pained hiss the brunette let out, “What I mean is that… they’ll…” “They’ll?” Alex urged, quirking an eyebrow as Henry groaned, throwing an arm over his face. “They’ll crush your big stupid head.” “Please Henry,” Alex murmured, “Want you to sit on my face.” OR Alex wants his boyfriend to sit on his face. That's basically the fic.