hi, newcomers. if ure here for the p0rn, i do write full-on smut & angst- aka my specialties (even fluff sometimes, cuz i can't help it, sue me). let me just plug my ao3 real quick- 👀🩸 [but pls oh pls, read the tags; they can be quite dark🔞]
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BL or bisexuals? either way, they both know how to fuck our hearts. also, glad u found me! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ and pls, i hope u find my new one to be just as worthy of ur BL/bisexuals-fucked heart❤️
👀 guess u loved the story that much...thank u for reading, ily xxx also, welcome back (to ur illussy enjoyer self) it smells like illuga's pussy juice in here💦😝👅
Illuga here gives me such major cuteness aggression.. when you put him next to medium male models, it becomes even more apparent how fluffy and round his design is.. bocchama i cant do ths anymore i really will eat you..
they’re stuck like that for a good while, illuga drowsy & purring against his alpha’s chest, & flins just keeps rubbing his lover’s back, whispering sweet nothings. illuga, hardly conscious: “that’s… round one, yea?” flins, wheezing as he nods “it’s gonna be a long week” 😌😮💨💕
🔞 a/b/o au where illuga’s heat hits three days early, & he’s alone in their nest, burning up, buried in flins’s shirts and hoodies, & still not enough. he texts flins three words “home, darling. NOW” flins leaves work in the middle of an important company meeting-
it’s rough, needy, & endless, the bed creaking under their weight, illuga’s nails dragging down his back; when flins knots him -finally- illuga cums so hard he’s gone dizzy, locked tight round him, trembling & full while flins kisses all over his mating mark till he stops shaking
the aftercare: flins fixes his collar, then his damp fringe, wiping his sweat off his forehead. palms his arsecheeks where it aches, soothes by kneading softly as he mutters “8 AM sharp, understood?” illuga, legs wobbly & cunt pulsing, huffs “god, you’re SO petty. FINE”🙄💦
🔞✋🏻🎓 uni au where illuga strolls into professor flins’s 8am lecture twenty minutes late, hair a mess, coffee in hand, not in the least bit sorry. flins doesn’t stop teaching, merely says “see me after class, mr. illuga” in that flat voice, & the whole room goes “ooooh” 👀
so flins does, no hesitation. fucks him right there on the desk, pounding w/ everything he’s got, fast, relentless, slick, till the lecture notes are all over the floor & illuga’s biting his own sleeve to stay quiet bc there’s an ongoing class next door- 🫢