#imagine a tongue and a nose on each of your fingers and toes

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We’re suckers for cephalopods!

Did you know that giant Pacific octopuses have roughly 2,000 suckers lining their eight arms?! 🤔🐙 The suction cups allow these inquisitive invertebrates to investigate their watery world through touch, taste, and smell. Watch aquarist Candace prepare a food enrichment for one of our giant Pacific octopuses and see how this savvy cephalopod shows off their super sucker senses.

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𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

｡𖦹°‧ CW: NSFW, Top Reader, Virgin Sam

You loved what his skin felt like. Smooth and lovely like a petal you rub the water out of to let the smell stick to your fingers. He was taller than you, unsurprisingly- he was taller than most, but tall in the way deer legs were. Gangly and embarrassed to be seen. The first time you saw him you felt like a dirty pervert. He was bent over one of the bar stools at the pub, reaching around for a textbook he had dropped and you imagined taking him apart then and there. Pulling those shaggy bangs away from his forehead and yanking until his pretty shoulders were in an arch.

He made a little gasping sound when you bumped into him. This sweet breathless thing that made you grab your dick in your jeans and shift it from the press of your zip. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't see you," he said with his eyes glued below your belt. You were well endowed enough for most men to assume they'll rise to the challenge but ultimately opt out. Sam stuck his tongue out to wet his lips. You didn't think he would opt out.

It took two more semesters for you to fuck him. There was a chaste kiss once, behind the boiler room of your frat house. You weren't out to any of the guys, and you probably never would be. They we're fucking idiots but you weren't smart enough to get a degree without your football credits. Kissing Sam felt like forgetting all of that. He tasted like coffee bitters and pastry and when you bit into his bottom lip he made that sound for you again. You were probably going to spend the rest of your life chasing that sound, you thought.

"I'm not following you." That's what he said to you the next time you met. It was after a game, you had just come out of the pit and you wreaked of sweat and the grime you dragged off the field with you.

"Okay sweetheart."

He flushed from his toes to his cheeks when you said it. You knew it had to be tonight. You tossed him your keys, "wait for me in my car, I'm going to the showers."

-

When you got back to campus Sam lead you up to his dorm. There was this cloying tension even though neither of you had looked each other in the eye. Once you reached the room Sam slammed you against the door. It was a surprising show of strength from this bambi and you had to huff out a laugh.

"What?" He asked. He was nervous. He kept tucking the longest bit of his bangs behind is ear and shuffling from one foot to another. He wasn't sure he had made the right decision. You didn't let him stay unsure for long.

You didn't need to push, just stalk forward with Sam fumbling backwards till his legs hit the bed. You bent down and kept your lips just out of reach, hands on either side of the mattress. "Can I kiss you sweetheart?" Sam surged forward and locked his knobbly elbows around your neck, smashing his nose into yours. He tasted like he had put a flavored chap-stick on, and you wondered if it was for you. You licked past the cherry bomb blast flavor into his mouth, which was some how even sweeter. He whimpered when you flipped them, with his hips straddling your legs so you could grind up into him. You were so hard you thought you might break through the fabric.

It didn't take long for either of you to strip, you completely nude and Sam with his buttoned plaid shirt being the only thing protecting his modesty. When you moved to pull it off he shook his head. "Can I keep it on please," he had said, and looked oh-so-pitiful that you didn't have it in you to ask further. Instead you ducked under the shirt, letting it cover your head as you teased at his chest. He burst into a fit of giggles and something in your own chest loosened. "Sweet little Sam o' mine" you began to bellow and his giggles turned into a belly laugh, which then turned into a gasp as you teased his nipple with your teeth. "That feel good sweet-Sam?" you practically leered.

He clutched your head through the flimsy shirt, threading his fingers where he could find hair. You wrestled the both of you down so you could cage him in on the bed, smoothing your fingers up and down and into the crevice of his thigh. "How about this?" you sucked two fingers into your mouth and circled the cute puckered entrance, "this feel good baby?"

Sam clutched your shoulders, eyes big and pleading. "I have to tell you something."

Your eyes went wide. "Std?" He wouldn't be the first positive guy you slept with, you were just sure to wrap it up tighter than usual.

"What? No, not, that." He shook his head quickly. You had moved your hand from his hole to his inner thigh, stroking up and down in little swirls that spelt out S-A-M.

"The opposite actually. I haven't, well, I haven't done this before. Sorry. That was a stupid way of saying it."

It shouldn't have turned you on. God knows you shouldn't be straining in your pants at the thought of being Sammy's first. But oh my god I'm his first.

You grinned like a wolf, big and mean- hungry as you fucked two fingers in as far as they could go. You knew it was bad, that you should take it slow and virgin sweet but the way Sam's eyes rolled back into his head as he frantically looked for something to hold onto was too rewarding to stop.

"Oh god," Sam gripped the hair at the back of your neck roughly, undulating his hips on the crook of your fingers. "There! There!"

You lunged for his lips, sucking his tongue into your mouth. It didn't take long to stretch him out, and tomorrow you would feel bad about rushing it but tonight you were selfish enough to flip him over in your lap and smack his thigh hard enough to make him gasp. His legs bracketed your hips with his pretty face pressed into the sheets below you two. The bed was too small for two men, meaning you had to cradle his body as close to you and you could- chest to back, chin hooked over Sam's shoulder whispering filthy things into his ear.

It felt like you were melting when you pushed in. Sam's breath stopped and his knuckles turned white from where they gripped the sheets. Your head was tipped back when you whispered "you're good baby, breathe out" and he could barely whimper back at you. You pumped out a bit, flexing your hips back and forth. You pushed in between his shoulders, flattening his chest to the bed and arching his back further. "I said breathe."

He exhaled a puff of air and it relaxed him enough to push halfway in. His shoulders were shaking and his hair had fallen over his eyes. "Fuck Sam you feel like heaven baby. You think I can get all the way in?" You had your tongue between your teeth and you were teasing that spot you found with your fingers, grinding relentlessly. There was a bit of drool coming out of Sam's mouth from where it was pressed against the sheet, his eyes either squeezed shut or wide open and crossed when you hit that sweet spot head on.

It took you a bit to push in balls deep, but you would have waited years and climbed mountains to feel that tight heat squeezing you like a vice. Sam's hand shot back, wrapping around your wrist where it was clutching his hip. "Slow! Please." He sounded fucking wrecked. It was this pure moment of need clashing with a long earned lesson of delayed gratification. He was beautiful. So much of your sex life was defined by haste. An act of 'getting-it-over-with'. This wasn't that. You wouldn't let it be. You thrust into Sam slow and easy, every now and then snapping forward to watch his eyes roll back into his head because you aren't a Saint. You lost control for just a bit at the end, ramming into him faster than he could snap back, but he didn't seem to mind, lacing his fingers with yours even after he came and was twitching through the aftershocks.

You were lying next to him, trying to catch your breath when, with an unexpected show of strength, Sam pushed himself up onto your chest and straddled your hips, pressing his wet body back against yours.

"Woah there cowboy, you looking for another ride?" You grinned up at him, still out of breath as you gripped both his thighs that hugged your pelvis.

He grabbed your nose between two fingers and you snorted. "Corny." He said, and you laughed, because it was funny and you felt good. Loose. You knew it couldn't last, but as of now, the prettiest boy at Stanford was on top of you, smiling, and you planned to keep him there for as long as you could.

[fantasydreamland]

A Taste of Forbidden Fire

eris vanserra x fem reader

Summary: Eris visits the house and you see him for the first time since the ball. Despite your concern of what your family will think, it is undeniable that he is your mate. What will he need to do to get you to you admit it?

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! Smut, fluff, angst, forbidden love, tension, p in v, mentions of masturbation (f), spoilers maybe

I didn’t plan on writing part 2 but the people have spoken 🤲🏻 tysm for the requests x

Word count: 2.6k

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It had been over a week since the ball. Each day felt overly long with your mind clouded by thoughts of Eris no matter how hard you willed yourself to forget him. Even if sometimes late at night you did allow those thoughts to wash over you as your fingers drift between your legs, imagining them as his, the same slender fingers that had been pressed into your back during that enchanting dance. You could not help yourself, the very thought of him had your body humming with desire.

You finish getting yourself ready for dinner, brushing out your intricate braids and letting your hair fall freely over your shoulders. Even now you swear you could almost feel his presence.

So the shock hits you like lightning when you walk into the main room to see Eris standing there with Rhysand and Cassian. His hard expression instantly lights up when he sees you.

“(Y/n)…” He says your name in the same sultry tone he used when he last said goodbye to you, his eyes scanning over you from head to toe with his classic smirk. “It is a pleasure to see you again.”

“The pleasure is mine, Eris.” You say shyly, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he is suddenly here.

“I just stopped by to give Rhysand a brief update on everything.” He explains, as if reading your mind.

Truthfully, it was his half assed excuse to visit the house, to visit you.

“Well, we were about to sit down for supper, would you maybe like to join us?” You offer with a small smile.

You could feel Rhys and Cassian’s subtle glares burning into you but you didn’t care. Not when you have been desperately longing to see Eris again and now he was suddenly right in front of you. You weren’t just going to let him leave already. Besides, Mor was going to be gone for days and Azriel had his own things he was attending to, it was perfect timing.

“It would be my pleasure.” He grins before looking to Cassian’s unimpressed face. “If it’s alright with everyone, of course.”

“Of course. We would be glad to have you!” Rhys says overly friendly, which you knew was purely fake but as long as Eris was staying you didn’t care.

Rhys and Cassian leave to join Feyre and Nesta in the dining room.

“Shall we?” You gesture towards the door.

“Could I have a quick word with you first?” Eris says quietly.

“Sure, of course.”

You lead him to a private hallway far from the dining room everyone was now gathered in.

“What is it?” You ask casually.

“I think you know.” He says firmly, his amber eyes boring into yours.

Your breath catches in your throat, instantly knowing what he is referring to. It was impossible to deny after the ball. He was your mate. And with him standing in front of you now, his scent completely overwhelming your senses again, you could not fight the pull of your heart towards his.

“Yes…” You whisper. “But…”

“No. No buts…” Eris says softly as he closes the small distant between you and takes your cheek in his hand.

You look up into his eyes as he inches his lips towards yours, when your noses touch he stops and sighs lightly as if restraining himself. You realize he was giving you time to pull away, to tell him to stop, or… You press your lips to his and his face lights up in shock for a short second before turning into hunger as he fiercely kisses you back, pressing you against the wall. He dips his tongue into your mouth and you happily dance yours along it.

The kiss was desperate, passionate, and all consuming as you completely forget the world around you. Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer as he pulls you in tighter by the waist, his other hand still cupping your face.

Suddenly his hands move to the backs of your thighs as he lifts you up against the wall, his body pressing firmly against yours as your legs wrap around him. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hardness pressed firmly against you. This entire moment was all too much but yet not enough. His mouth moves down to your neck and shoulder as he kisses and nips at the skin, sending shivers throughout your body.

“Eris!” You gasp as he bites a little harder on your neck, it wasn’t painful but it was enough to almost leave a mark that you certainly did not want your family to see.

He pauses and his gaze meet yours, the dark look in normally bright eyes nearly breaks the very last thread of your restraint. But you manage to pull away as he sets you back down on your feet.

“Dinner…” You pant the only word you could get out, breath heavy from the exhilarating kiss.

“Yes.” He breathes, also trying to catch his breath.

“Um, please don’t… you know…”

“Understood.” He says before his serious expression turns wicked again and he mumbles against your ear, “This will be our little secret…”

You have to take a deep breath to compose yourself before you walk side by side to the dining room. You’re met with curious glances from your family but you casually ignore them, just praying to the Mother they can’t smell your arousal or his scent too strongly on you. You take your usual place beside Feyre and Eris takes the empty chair across from you, the secret of your intense kiss lingering between you. You had a taste of this forbidden fire and now the desire for him was vibrating in your bones.

It was a long tense dinner. The tension for once was not between Eris and your family, but between Eris and you. You tried to keep yourself composed and act normal, contributing to the small conversations, acting as if you were not feeling the lingering weight of his presence. You avoided his eyes knowing it would be much harder to conceal your feelings when those ambers met your gaze. Feyre kept glancing curiously between you two and each time it made your stomach sink as you continue to act as if nothing is different.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, feet repositioning. Your breath catches when your leg brushes against his, you quickly cover your small gasp with a cough. You could not believe the way the simplest of his touches affected you so deeply.

“Are you alright?” Feyre asks with slight concern.

“Yes, fine, pardon me.” You ramble quietly, your eyes darting to Eris for a split second, catching the slightly smug grin on his face before averting your gaze back to your plate.

After dinner everyone says goodnight and returns to their rooms, leaving you completely alone with Eris. You shake your head to shove away the sudden image that pops into your brain of him taking you hard right here right now on this dining table, the sound of the thumping table and rattling dishes echoing in your head.

“So…” You say awkwardly, unsure what to do now.

“We did not get to finish our conversation earlier.” Eris says lowly.

“We… cannot speak of it in here.” You whisper before standing from the table and Eris does the same.

You lead him in silence through the house to your bedroom, the heavy tension still lingering like a ghost between you. You look to the sparkling lights of Velaris shining through your window as you step into the room, as soon as the door is closed the air in the room instantly feels thicker.

“So… are we going to talk about it?” Eris asks with a serious expression.

“Eris… I can’t do this…” You begin, trying to fight the silver lining your eyes.

“Why not?” He asks firmly.

“My family they… they wouldn’t… wouldn’t want me to… with… you.” You quietly mumble.

“Who cares what they think?” He closes the distance between you, making it impossible to breathe. “I will care for you (y/n). We were meant for eachother… and I know you feel it too, you cannot deny it.” His tone was desperate and determined.

“We shouldn’t…” You whisper, your restraint crumbling into rubble as his forehead touches yours.

“We should.” He whispers back before capturing your lips.

You don’t try to fight it any longer, your restraint finally snaps and you throw all caution to the wind as wrap your arms around him. The kiss quickly turning as heated as the last. You become completely wrapped up in the intoxication of him, his scent, his touch, his mouth, all of it had your mind whirling like a tornado in your head.

“Eris…” You breathe as you pull away briefly, words coming out as near whispers. “You’re right… I- I want you… As much as I wish to fight it and do the logical thing… I cannot help how badly I want you…”

A low growl escapes the back of his throat at your words, the sound sparking fire within you. His lips smash back into yours, causing a whimper to escape you. He leads you over to the bed as you tear at eachother clothes along the way, items of clothing quickly unlaced and pulled and ripped with impatience and thrown to the floor. By the time you reach the bed you are completely bare and Eris is left in only his trousers, exposing his toned muscular body that your eyes drink in.

You lay down on the bed and see his dark gaze sweep over your naked form before meeting your eyes again and you swear you can see real flames spark within his ambers as he looks down at you like he was ready to completely devour you. You him watch as he unbuckles his belt, your eye contact never breaking as you bite your lip in anticipation.

Until he his pants fall to the floor and his hardness springs free. Your breath catches at the sight of his length standing proudly before you. Eris climbs over top of you and leaves a long trail of wet sloppy kisses from your stomach to your neck, stopping in between to circle his tongue around each of your nipples. A cocky smirk crosses his lips when it makes you squirm and whimper underneath him.

“As much as I would love to ravish every inch of your body with my mouth…” He grumbles in a sultry tone against your ear. “I cannot wait any longer, I need to be inside of you right now.”

You eagerly nod and he flashes you that beautifully wicked grin of his before lining himself up to your entrance and pushes forward. You both let out a loud gasp in tandem as your bodies connect. The feeling of him inside you had every cell in your body ignited. It’s as if all your life you have been unknowingly empty and now, with him, you are complete.

Eris pulls out slowly before thrusting back in and making you moan loudly. You quickly bite your lip to conceal your sounds, suddenly aware that your family is in the same house. But when he picks up the pace and starts a steady rhythm in and out of you, you can’t help but moan out loud as your nails press into the skin of his muscular back.

The feeling was indescribable. Pure pleasure and lust and love coursing through your veins. You had been with one other man before when you were human but it was nothing compared to this. It had been like eating a piece of bread when you are starving, and Eris was a five-course meal displayed across gold platters.

He leans down and kisses you passionately as you moan into eachothers mouths, strands of his firey hair falling and brushing across your face. When your lips part your fingers find their way to his cheek. You cup his cheek as you observe every detail of his beautiful pleasure etched face. He stares down at you doing the same with yours until your eyes connect again. The raw vulnerability in the connection between you causes a tear to stream down your face. One of his hands slides into yours and your fingers tightly interlock. He places a gentle kiss over the tear on your cheek before moving his lips to your neck.

“Say it.” He grits out. “Please…” He whispers desperately against your ear.

“I’m yours Eris… completely…” You moan, knowing exactly what he’s asking to hear. “And you are mine… my mate.”

He growls deeply and starts pounding into you faster, causing your vision to blur.

“My mate…” He groans. “I have been yours since the moment we met… my beautiful mate… so perfect… made for me…” He mumbles between each kiss to your skin.

You swear a golden light begins to flow between you like your beings were slowly merging into one beautiful energy. Small flames of Eris’s flicker and dance around the room while your interlocked fingers squeeze harder as you both near your peak. The hold on your connected hands so tight you imagine your wrist would have snapped if you still had the frail body of a human. At this point the whole house could likely hear your moans as they fall freely from your mouth but you could no longer find care. You wanted to shout to the entire world that he is yours and you are his.

You feel as if his flames set your entire body on fire when your orgasm crashes into you, igniting every fiber of your being as you free your interlocked hand and cling desperately to him. Fingers and nails digging and grabbing onto any part of him you could reach as your legs wrap even tighter around his waist. You feel yourself crying out in ecstasy but you hear nothing as the pleasure thrums through your ears. Until Eris reaches his own climax and you hear as he roars in pleasure against your neck, thrusting hard and deep as he spills inside you for a long drawn out moment.

You remain comfortably still for awhile, still clinging onto eachother as he remains buried inside you, your mind dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure. He pulls back to look at you, pure burning desire still shining through his eyes as they meet yours before he places a long gentle kiss to your lips and reluctantly pulls out of you and falls tiredly to your side.

No words are said for another long moment, your minds still coming back down to earth as the room is filled with nothing but sounds of your shared heavy breathing. Eris then turns his head to you with a wide grin of pure male satisfaction spread across his handsome face as if he only just realized what had just happened. You could not help but smile back and giggle shyly, also coming to realize what you had done.

“Well, if my family wasn’t suspicious before they sure will be now.” You joke, still catching your breath.

“After all the noise you made I would be extremely surprised if they have not figured it out.” He smirks teasingly.

“Hey! I tried to stay quiet! I couldn’t help myself…” You give him a flirty tease him back.

“Oh I am not complaining…” Eris says as he sits up to lean forward and kiss down your neck, causing a small whimper to escape you. “I want to spend the rest of my life dragging those beautiful sounds from you.”

“Forever?” You grin at his words, a smile of pure delight and love.

“Forever.” He promises with the gentlest smile you have seen on him, placing a kiss to your temple before he cuddles you in close and you both fall into a peaceful sleep.

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for raphtav: long and indulgent makeout session with bonus dry humping

“You know,” said Tav, soft and sweet, lingering like what she hoped was an alluring shade in his peripheral, “today's something of a special day, in the mortal realm.” “Really.” Raphael's tone was completely disinterested. He didn't even glance up from the book he was reading, blind to the suggestive way she was dressed: a shirt loosely buttoned up (one of his) and small-clothes. Her long legs bare. She still had that messy, fresh-out-of-bed look she knew he liked. She also knew he was aware of the date, but was feigning ignorance to tease her. To annoy her. Simply because he could. Any of those reasons were valid for Raphael.

“I never cared about it much before, but…” She took his visage in, relaxed in his handsome human skin, manspreading on his fancy couch in only a pair of trousers but still immaculate. The concept of morning, noon and night didn't exist in Avernus, but in the House of Hope Raphael made the rules, and the rules said it was a lazy and quiet morning. “This time is different.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes.” Tav approached, reached for the book; it was a testament to how indulgent and amused he felt that he allowed her to slide the book from his hands and close it, putting it to the side. At last he looked at her, deep and soulful honey-brown eyes like inescapable sinkholes glimmering with interest, consuming her slowly from her toes to her crown, boiling her blood and raising the tiny hairs on the back of her neck. “I feel like celebrating today.”

“And why is that?”

“It's a holiday for lovers, you see.”

Raphael's mouth quirked. “Do you have a lover, pet?”

“I don't know,” crooned Tav, stood between his legs, smoothed her thumb across his thin but plush bottom lip. “Do I?”

She gasped when he took it between his teeth and sucked. “Any lover of yours would be quite the catch indeed, I imagine,” he rumbled, “greedy as you are, you wouldn't settle for anything less.”

“Greedy,” she repeated, sighing when Raphael's big, warm hands slid up her calves and the tender backs of her thighs to cup her ass. He squeezed those cheeks until she grunted. “I'm greedy, huh?”

“Very much so.”

He was right. Seeing him there, powerful and gorgeous and within her grasp, Tav wanted. And so she took. He was her catch, after all. She slid one hand into his silky soft hair and rested the other on his broad shoulder so that she could lean down and hungrily press her mouth against his. She felt him smile, a smug and satisfied thing, but then he was kissing back, just as hungry as she.

Hot and hard presses of lips that grew slick with spit, again and again and again, the tip of his fine nose pressed against her cheek with the tilt of his head, each puffing breath dusting across her face. It was she who opened her mouth first, she who invited his tongue, silver and slippery and sometimes forked, in behind her teeth so she could bite and suckle desperately on it. He liked that; groaned huskily, a sound that she swallowed and answered with one of her own, unable to help herself. He was an excellent kisser, of course. He was good at anything he decided to put effort in. Rotten bastard, Tav thought with a violent rush of affection that he absolutely didn't deserve.

She wanted to be closer to him, so she straddled his lap, knees either side of his waist. The hand on his shoulder drifted to his chest, fingers tangling in the wiry patch of hair across his pecs. When Tav lowered herself, pressed their crotches together with her full weight, she was delighted to discover Raphael's cock was already beginning to fatten. She rolled her hips, the thin barrier of her underwear and the thicker barrier of his trousers creating delicious friction for her clit that was peeking from its hood, enticed – as always – by the devil. Raphael grabbed a fistful of her hair at the back of her head and yanked, breaking their kiss with a wet smack. A thin ribbon of saliva kept them connected despite the way Tav squealed.

“Filthy little harlot, aren't we,” he muttered, forcing her head to tilt. He licked the length of her neck from collarbone to chin, focused on her pulse point where her heart thundered, blood flow so close to the surface. He nuzzled, took a sharp breath, kissed and nipped at the tender skin like he was thinking about biting her throat open and gorging on arterial spray. Or creating another hole to fuck. Or both. It shouldn't have excited Tav, but she'd long come to terms with the fact that she was peculiar. Her whole body shuddered. Raphael chuckled huskily, his hold on her hip iron and bruising. Bruises she would press on and reminisce in the coming days. His eyes were half-lidded, pupils completely blown. He smelled musky, like cherries and burning candle wicks and wine and sweat. He was utterly intoxicating.

“You make me this way,” Tav breathed. Beneath her palm, his own heart thudded, strong and steady. She, like a wanton whore, ground herself against the full, stiff erection now tantalising between them. How easy it would be to open his trousers and free his pretty, leaking cock, to take it to hilt deep inside her cunt and ride until she came all over him, but there was something enticing about rubbing like this. She knew Raphael's penis – both human and devil – intimately; had touched it, tasted it, felt it, watched it, as it throbbed and spurted ropes of hot cum. The idea that he might do it in his trousers like a randy schoolboy, this prim and proper devil creaming himself as she shamelessly humped him, was a truly thrilling one. An idea that soaked Tav's underwear embarrassingly easily. This beautiful and monstrous creature obliterated all her inhibitions without even trying.

“Do I,” he hummed. She felt his dick twitch. Possessive and egotistical, nothing got him going quite like flattery.

You make me crazy, Tav wanted to say, but even as far gone as she was, she knew that would be giving him far too much power over her. Over her heart. So instead she leaned in to reignite their kiss, sloppy and heated, this time slipping her tongue into the moist cavern of his mouth before it could get her into any more trouble.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Morning run ✧

Plot: Kaiser come back from his morning run.

The early morning light filtered through the curtains as Michael slowly blinked awake. His chiseled features settled into that signature smug smirk as he turned to admire your sleeping form beside him.

Just the sight of you curled up peacefully under the sheets made him feel like the luckiest man alive to have such an exquisite prize.

Leaning over, he pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, lips quirking at the way your nose scrunched adorably in your slumbering state as you let out a soft mumbled groan.

Your arms instinctively reached out, tugging him closer in a sleepy snuggling embrace as if to keep him there.

"Stay..." you murmured groggily into his bare chest.

That low rumbling chuckle vibrated against you as Michael extricated himself with easy confidence.

"I'll be back in an hour, liebe. Morning run."

He threw you a wink before slipping from the warm cocoon of blankets, already energized to tackle another grueling training regimen befitting his status as one of the world's elite youth strikers.

True to his word, sixty minutes later the bedroom door swung open again as a sweaty, freshly exercised Michael returned.

He didn't hesitate before launching himself onto the bed, bounding over and unceremoniously sprawling half on top of you. You jolted awake with a breathless giggle, squirming under the sudden weight.

"Michael! You're all sweaty and gross," you protested with no real heat, trying in vain to shove his muscular frame off as he merely grinned unrepentantly.

With that wolfish glint sparking in those piercing azure eyes, he caught your wrists easily, pinning them over your head as he leaned down to trail hot, openmouthed kisses from your forehead to the tip of your nose.

You laughed again, torn between playing keep-away with your face and just surrendering to his passionate attention.

"Just admit you like it when I'm all hot and bothered for you," he purred cockily against the hollow of your throat.

Michael's wicked tongue darted out to drag a scorching path along the rapid flutter of your pulse.

"I-I haven't even brushed my teeth yet!" you protested weakly, stomach clenching at the blazing path his skilled mouth was mapping with each molten kiss lavished across your skin.

Michael pulled back just far enough to meet your conflicted gaze, sheer naked lust searing behind those intense eyes.

"Don't care," he growled before crushing his lips against yours in a searing, demanding kiss.

A trembling whimper escaped you as your treacherous body arched into him on instinct.

His talented tongue swept past your lips without resistance, slicking against your own.

Michael kissed you deeply, thoroughly enough to leave you dizzily breathless by the time he pulled back with a self-satisfied smirk curling those obscenely full lips.

Tendrils of copper hair stuck wildly to the light sheen of perspiration on his forehead in a way that should have looked ridiculous yet somehow made him even more irresistibly roguish as your shaky fingers caressed the sharp angles of his chiseled jawline.

"Gonna hit the shower," he husked, voice rough from your heated make out.

With one final toe-curling press of his mouth to yours, Michael rolled off you and strutted towards the bathroom, casually swiping his towel from the hook with an exaggerated sway of those powerful hips and not an ounce of modesty.

As the sound of running water reached your ears, you laid there for several long moments just catching your breath and grinning goofily at the ceiling.

Utterly under the spell of your impossible boyfriend - arrogant and domineering, yet somehow filling you with a sense of being the most treasured goddess in existence under his worshipful attentions.

With a deep sigh of contentment, you stretched out the lingering tension before climbing out of bed to start your day.

Your feet still felt a bit unsteady beneath you as you moved towards the kitchen, just imagining the sweltering sight awaiting you later when Michael finally emerged from that shower...

[lagunapoint]

pairing: Solas x F!Reader <3

A description: Solas is always tender and uninhibited under the blanket

Notes and tags: +18, soft and gentle sex before sleep, unprotected sex (or protected if you imagine it as magical protection or something like that :D), kisses, kissing, kissing, cuddles, elvish, pointy ears meow

word count: about 1k

Leaving one candle burning, its reflections scattering around your room, you tiredly undressed and slipped beneath the cool, thin blanket. The fatigue that had been building in your body throughout the day instantly enveloped you, and the softness and comfort of the bed surrounded you from head to toe. Lying with your eyes closed, you smelled the sweet scent of lavender from the bedding. Through the open balcony doors, you could hear tired voices from the Skyhold tavern and the occasional laughter of those resting by the fire. The birdsong had been replaced by the quick trills of crickets. The soothing night bustle lulled you, but even through the oncoming drowsiness, you heard his footsteps.

You pretended to be asleep, hiding your smile in the pillow when you heard him approach, heard him take off his clothes, leaving them on the couch. You yielded to temptation and opened your eyes to look at him. In the diffused candlelight, in the nighttime mist and the haze of the fading day, Solas looked magnificent. You studied his half-naked body with thirsty curiosity, and when he discarded his pants and turned to look at you, you quickly closed your eyes. This small mischief dispelled your drowsiness. It was replaced by a quickening heartbeat and an exhilarating anticipation of what was to come. You focused on listening, following his steps as he approached the bed, lifted the edge of the blanket, and lay down next to you. His arms enveloped you in a needy embrace. This embrace, homely, tender, and greedy, consumed you completely. Like a soft vine, he wound around your body and pulled you against his chest. 

"Are you asleep, vhenan?" 

He whispered softly, tickling the delicate skin of your ear with his breath. In response, you slowly stretched out in his arms, settling in more comfortably. You sensed the warmth of his body, breathed against his chest, and, with your fingertips, you began to stroke his back. You felt Solas’s hand move to the roots of your hair, and with a gentle motion, he loosened it, letting it fall onto the pillow behind you. One kiss. Light. Quick. You touched your lips to Solas’s bare chest and felt his hand move to your buttocks, slowly and unhurriedly stroking the tender skin. Did he sense the shiver of goosebumps beneath his hand as they rippled across your skin at his touch? 

He did not stop. Ignoring the thin fabric of the nightgown, his hand moved up to your lower back, where you arched pliantly, pressing your chest closer to him. Gentle warmth in light waves of arousal spread through your body from his proximity, and he always felt that, anticipating and predicting your next desires. Solas paused for just a moment, only to find your lips. Reaching for him, you touched his soft lips in a tender and sensual kiss, giving a blissful feeling of tranquility. 

He leaned in slightly, touching his nose to yours, and repeated the kiss, deepening it. He gripped your thigh with his fingers as he gently urged you to part your lips and touched your tongue with his own. Your body yielded, slowly rocking and pressing against his as the kiss became deeper and deeper. His kisses were always greedy, striving to obtain the forbidden at any cost. You liked how he took the initiative, playing with your tongue, pausing to look into your eyes, then continuing again. Each kiss constricted your throat in anticipation, stealing your breath. 

He breathed against your lips without touching them as his fingers traveled from your lower back along the curve of your waist to your chest, pushing the nightgown up high. His unrestrained desire resonated in your body, and lifting yourself slightly, you kissed him the way you had been dreaming of all day. Touching his neck and squeezing it lightly with your fingers, you deepened the kiss, allowing each unfulfilled longing to come true. He broke the kiss, gently touching your cheek with his lips, then your jawline, lowering himself to your neck, lightly sucking on the tender skin. Pulling the nightgown down, he kissed the protruding, aroused nipple through the thin fabric. Unchecked waves of arousal filled your mind and body each time he nibbled the excited skin with his teeth. With his free hand, he stroked your stomach, tenderly caressing lower, pressing gently as your body arched to meet his touch. He rose above you as you pulled him closer, no longer willing to follow the rules of his game. Solas lingered for a few moments, gazing into your face and at your moist, parted lips. You ran your hand over his face, his soft cheek, and touched his pointy ear with your fingers. 

A quiet, unrestrained word in Elvish escaped his lips with a deep exhale, its meaning lost amidst the overwhelming sensations that enveloped you. He kissed your lips unrestrainedly, and simultaneously with the kiss, he spread your legs apart and slipped his fingers inside. A quiet moan broke out against his lips, and it was met by new, abrupt sentences - quiet Elvish words he whispered into your ear in a low voice, allowing your hips to sway on his fingers. 

Each of his words hypnotized you. Your fingers slid along his neck, the back of his head, and down to his shoulder blades every time he broke off and covered the tender skin on your neck and collarbone with kisses. You lay more comfortably when Solas rose above you, settled between your spread legs, and slowly entered to you. Swaying together in ecstasy, every cell of the body seemed to turn into liquid electricity. Desires, insistent and unrestrained, sped up the movements that merged the bodies into a single whole, until the point of ecstasy completely swallowed every thought. A whirlwind of arousal spread in pulsating warmth, and Solas blissfully buried his nose in your neck, breathing hotly. 

The long and strong embrace lasted an eternity. You felt how his breathing calmed, how his body pressed more firmly against you. His slightly husky and dear ar lath ma, vhenan scattered into stars within your thoughts. Settling on his shoulder, you caught yourself thinking, just before sleep claimed you, that tonight, more than anything, you wanted to join him in the Fade. With these thoughts, in a blissful doze, you finally let sleep take you, remaining in his cozy and protective embrace, where the world beyond the room lost all significance.

[gretavanlace]

Sleeping Beauty

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual contact, language, somnophilia (nothing drastic), subby jake, etc.

In response to this ask. I loved it so much and I’m terribly sorry for your wait, lovely anon. I hope you’ll forgive me ❤️

Jake should leave you in peace, and he knows it.

He’s melted into you twice already tonight, gently working you into a quiet euphoria…nails stinging into his back, soft moans and delicate sighs a song against the shell of his ear.

Yes, he knows he ought to let you rest - and don’t you sound so pretty resting? With your rhythmic breaths and gentle hint of a snore?

He should, but he won’t. Can’t.

You’re too warm, skin like satin bared to his hungry, wandering touch. Your hair, freshly washed and smelling of perfumed fruit. Your shoulder, of the loveliness that is so innately you.

If he could render it down, that intoxicating scent, he would inject it into his veins like an addict…let you swim inside him until he was buried under and lost. Comfortably numb.

Your thigh twitches. Just a blip of a movement, but it makes him smile. What is his girl dreaming about?

His grip has pulled you nearer now, tucked in close - a little spoon cradled safely in his love. His fingers, tender, yet insistent, kneading at the swell of your breasts, sweeping across your nipples, feather-light, until they begin to respond to him.

He wants them in his mouth, under his tongue, but he doesn’t want to disturb you any further than he already has, so this will do just fine.

A slight arch in your back tugs a tiny grin to life upon his lips, he wonders if his touch has made its way into whatever dreamworld you happen to be floating through. Do you search for him even while stumbling through strange and unfamiliar terrains?

He would like to think you do. He dreams of you more often than not.

Your nipples are drawn up tightly now, pebbled and peaked, as you press forward again, almost imperceptibly.

But on you slumber. His very own sleeping beauty.

With a slow pinch, he allows himself a bit more boldness. Perhaps, as he gives way to his need, he cares a little less about your rest.

All hope is lost when an airy sigh slips off your pretty tongue, and his hands begin traveling in languid earnest. Squeezing and tugging and pressing as his hips rock into you just barely.

He whispers your name as his mouth travels along your neck, and then groans into the crook of it when your hand reaches back, searching to bury into his tangled waves.

You hum a breathy, “Hi, baby,” into the night, eyes still closed.

”Hello, sleeping beauty,” he answers with a dreamy simper coloring his tone. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You sure about that?” Even with your toes still dipped into the ocean of drowsiness you can’t help but quietly tease him.

”You just feel so good,” he sounds like he is positively aching for you, and that’s because he is. He always is.

His tongue laps lightly over your shoulder just before his teeth find purchase, sinking in with a slow suck that brings a blushing bruise to life.

Admiring it in the moonlight, a lazy, satisfied warmth fills his chest, “Looks pretty on you, my love.”

Nose nuzzling into your tousled locks, he draws in a lungful of you, pressing your breasts together and running the pad of his thumb down the seam they create.

He’s imagining that perfect place, slick with sweat, and his cock - hard and desperate, sliding back and forth, pillowed and snug. How soft you would feel, how warm, how fucking perfect, how you might lick at the tip each time it slipped upwards to say hello.

”I really did want to let you sleep,” His words ghost over the shell of your ear and you long for him to whisper to you this way forever. “You snore, you know?”

The quietest giggle, hardly a sound at all, escapes you, “I don’t snore, Jacob Thomas, stop making things up.”

”Yes, you do,” it’s a sing-song argument, still but a whisper. “It’s adorable. And endearing. I like it.”

Confession too innocent for the way he’s making love to your breasts with his talented hands, you roll to face him…his arms wrapped around you all the while.

“Hi, liar,” you smile once you’re nose to nose.

“M’not a liar,” his voice is gravelly, and he’s a little thirsty with sleep, but not enough to leave your side in search of a glass of water. “You do snore. But it sounds dainty, and sweet. Everything you do is pretty.”

Your cheeks warm, ever the shy one under the spotlight of a compliment. Instead of enduring more - no matter how you secretly treasure them, you guide his mouth downward with a gentle grip fisted in his hair.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he nuzzles against you like a sleek and stunning house cat, and then curls the tip of his tongue over your nipple…sucking the bead of it into his kiss for just a moment. “Is this what you want?”

”I think this is what you want.” The challenge you’d hoped for in your tone drifts off into a shivering sigh when he nips at you.

“I do.” He nods, licking and lapping his tongue over them, suckling and biting. “My pretty girls…my exquisite, pretty girls.”

“Exquisite?” You smile, eyes drifting closed. He responds with a soft sound of confirmation, but can’t be bothered to stop.

A particularly nice flick of his tongue drags a shaky moan from your lungs and he hums right along with you, blissfully. “Feel good?”

”Really good,” your fist tightens in his hair, but your touch remains gentle in this languid and lazy moment. “Do it again?”

You offer it up as a question, which seems absurd to him…as if he would ever deny you. As if you don’t own him completely. As if you hadn’t stolen his heart the moment he laid eyes on you.

He does it again for you, because of course he does, and then again and again, until you’re pressing closer into him and whining so timidly it makes his heart ache and his cock throb.

It twitches against your thigh, hard and flushed hot, sweeping against your skin like velvet. You close your eyes and picture it resting between your bodies, so thick, and thrumming with his frantic pulse, cashmere skin stretched taught with his want, and all for you.

You suddenly need it more than you could ever put into words. Great scholars and poets alike couldn’t begin to describe your ache for him.

You burn and your stomach twists, somersaulting over itself for Jake. For everything he is. For everything he ever will or won’t be.

”Can I touch it?” You whisper, peppering kisses into his bed head as he contentedly licks and sucks away at you, kneading at the soft swell of your breasts carefully. Babying them as though he is tragically in love…and he is. God, how he loves them.

In lieu of tearing his mouth away to respond, he backs his hips away from you just far enough to allow your hand to slip down and wrap around the root of his cock.

You find him fiery to the touch and so hard as a breath huffs out of his nose with a palpable fever.

Thumbing over his head, you find it soaked and swollen as you press into the slit gingerly, just the way he likes. “Your cock is so wet, baby…” you’re trying to tease him, but the words tremble, sounding as needy as you feel, “So hard.”

Thick and pulsing, he strains and flexes in your grip, and then there are those beautiful words. Words no more than a whimper that is bordering upon shy, “Make me cum…”

”Yeah?” Your hand, slick with his need, begins a slow journey up and down the length of him, twisting off at the head before sliding back down. “Does Jakey need it with my tits in his mouth?”

A muffled ‘fuck’ is buried against you as he sucks harder with a nod.

“Are you sore?” He knows he’s already fucked you blind tonight, and he’d rather die than hurt you.

And maybe you are sore, but not enough to not want this, so you offer a soft ‘no’ and then there are his fingers, nudging between your thighs, slipping inside of you, curling and beckoning like a beacon into your favorite spot.

”Goddamn,” he groans, teeth clenched into the tip of your breast, “You’re so warm inside…pretty little pussy opens right up for me. Faster, sweetheart.”

He goes right back to making love to your tits with his gorgeous mouth as your tightened fist flies rapidly over his cock. Squeezing at the head, thumb paying close attention to his favorite spot.

Rolling into his touch, your clit, swollen and soaked, presses flush against the heel of his palm, and it earns a groan of lust-drenched gratitude from somewhere deep in his chest, “That’s my girl, fucking use me.”

Jerking wildly into your palm, he finally gives up and rests his cheek against your chest, panting into your glistening skin.

“Just like that,” he’s thrusting in time with you now, hunting down his release fervently “Fuck, please, just like that.”

”Come on, baby,” you coax quietly, kissing over the crown of his head, gentle demand falling hushed into his tangles, “Cum for me.”

Further into your breasts his face presses as his fingers fuck you closer and closer to the edge, “You, too, sweetheart. Give it to me… I need you to— fuck, please, please…”

The soft pads of his fingers are circling inside you like he sculpted your body with his very own hands. He knows every inch of you. Where to touch, Where to press and tease. Where to pinch and smack and bite when you ask for it to hurt a little.

But when he leans into a touch of submission, as he is now? That lights you up with a frenzied, crazed fire that only he can extinguish.

He feels you tightening, strangling his fingers so forcefully he absently wonders how he ever fits his cock inside the heaven that lives between your thighs, “That’s it…” his face is shoved between your breasts, rendering his praise muffled, “That’s my fucking girl. C’mon, you just relax and let me make you cum. Let me, sweetheart,” he’s babbling now, repeating himself, whining, betraying how close he is, “just wanna make you feel good, let me get you off, just— let me, come on, baby, please…”

Like some sort of twisted, subby bully, he’s shoving you closer and closer, until, with a wild sob of his name, you let go, spilling into his palm as he, in turn, spills over your fist.

A wandering stream of expletives tumbles off of his warm, pink tongue as he sucks and mouths at your overheated skin…fingers tucked up into that lovely place inside you until you can stand it no longer.

“It’s too much, Jake…” your voice is a mirage of itself, “too much.”

With a sound that says he’s sad to leave, he slips out of your fluttering grip, and then shudders with a gentle, sleepy laugh when you squeeze and tug at his softening, sensitive cock. “You’re an evil woman.”

”But I’m your evil woman.” You counter, pulling away, if only to lick at the milky white pearl of him that is rolling down your wrist.

”Yes,” he nods, watching in the darkness with rapt attention, “You’re mine.”

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 31

part 1 | part 30 | ao3

updating the rating to E. cw: recreational drug use/marijuana, foreplay, mild-to-moderate spit kink

“I feel like a water bottle,” Steve slurs. At some point he wiggled his way between Eddie’s legs to get a better look at his tattoos — starting at his ankles and working his way up, pointing at each piece and asking, "What's this? And what's that?"

Eddie explained each one in turn: the quotes, the lyrics, the silly art. "This one's the Elvish word for friend. That one's from an Iron Maiden song. Oh, the asterisk? It's supposed to be an asshole. No, I'm serious! That's how Vonnegut drew them in his books."

Now Steve’s lying flat on his back between Eddie’s splayed thighs, eyelids heavy, body warm. 'Go Your Own Way' plays softly on the stereo, and Eddie continues his tattoo tour, the fingers of his free hand weaving patterns through Steve's hair — lazy, twirling zig-zags that send skitters of sensation across his scalp and down his spine.

Steve feels like he could die right now. Happy. Held. Content.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

“This is fucking awesome,” he hums.

“Good,” Eddie grins at him, “I’m glad.” He scratches lightly at his scalp. “What were you, uh— what were you saying about a water bottle?”

Oh, right. Steve lifts a hand; pantomimes tilting a bottle back and forth. “Like, uh….. Sssloshy.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie snorts. “You’re so high.”

“Mmmmhm.”

“And you look like you’re jerking off a ghost."

“I’ll jerk off your ghost,” Steve mutters petulantly.

"I’m sure my ghost would love that.”

Eddie reaches for the joint and takes another drag, and Steve tilts his neck, arching up to look at him. Bites his lip at the pretty picture Eddie makes: the sharp shadows and delicate lines, the shape of his full lips exhaling rings of smoke. Big for a guy's. He remembers thinking that a couple weeks ago. That they were big. That they looked soft.

And now he thinks: Kissable.

Steve licks his lips. “What about your, uh- not ghost?”

Eddie laughs like he’s watching a newborn puppy try to walk. “You want to touch my dick so bad.”

“S’probably a good dick,” Steve shrugs, unashamed.

He probably should be — ashamed. Guilty for the feelings stirring deep inside his chest; feelings weed brings to the surface, sends southbound, turns to need. He can imagine how the good, god-fearing Catholics who raised him would react if they could see him now, how they'd foam and froth and rage, red-faced and covered in spittle as they shouted that he's condemning himself to Hell.

But the thing is, he's already in Hell. He's been here since July.

And anyway, Hell's kinda nice. Gentle and warm, surprisingly kind. Hell smells like leather and tobacco, like weed and aftershave, and it sounds like Lindsey Buckingham, and it likes to braid Steve's hair.

Hell has endless, inky eyes and probably kisses him with tongue.

Heat spreads through him like molten honey at the thought, spilling hot over the edges, curling in his core, and Steve turns his head to the side and drags his mouth over a tattoo on Eddie’s inner thigh — a cartoon cloud over a curled-up snoozing fox. He noses at the edge of Eddie's shorts; pushes them up.

Goosebumps pebble under the warm press of his lips. "What's this one?" Steve whispers, nudging the fabric further up.

Eddie’s laugh is quiet and strained. "Something I don't want to discuss with your mouth this close to my dick. Stevie," he warns, but it's breathless, full of want. There's a wet spot on his shorts.

Steve pushes onto his belly, blows hot breath over the spot, liquid fire coursing through him at he stares at the bulge in Eddie’s shorts. Blistering heat, the sweetness dense, rich and thick on his tongue; in his veins. He mouths at the crease of Eddie's thigh. Eddie smells so good, like skin and sweat and boy, and Steve wants this. Wants it so badly he feels the ache inside his teeth. I dreamed the goddess poured ambrosia...

Steve feels it drip from head to toe.

"Steve." Eddie's voice is sharp this time, commanding and firm as he fists a hand in Steve's hair — not hurting him; not letting him move. Keeping him from putting his mouth just where he wants.

Steve makes a desperate sound and rocks his hips against the bed.

"Steve, stop," Eddie scolds. Pulls his hair a little harder, like he’s tugging on a leash.

"Eddie, please.” Steve’s eyes roll back, and he shifts his hips again. Just once; just a bit. Not nearly hard enough.

"No. Behave. Be good."

Steve freezes — tenses every muscle, holds himself so still, his face flushing with shame, because he didn’t mean to not be good. Didn’t mean to do anything bad. He blinks at Eddie with watery eyes and says he’s sorry, his voice cracking around the word.

"God," Eddie groans. His fist tightens in Steve’s hair, and his hips twitch off the bed, the curve of his cock brushing the tip of Steve's nose. Fuck. "Holy shit. Roll over."

"What?"

"On your back, like you were before." He’s panting when he says it, and Steve does as he's told; flips over onto his back, face bracketed by Eddie's thighs, the tent in his own shorts embarrassingly big. Obvious.

"Good,” Eddie exhales. “That’s- Jesus. Yeah, that’s good." He sinks back against the wall with a winded sigh.

And then he doesn't say anything else.

Doesn’t even move, just slouches down to catch his breath.

Steve kind of wants to cry; feels chastised and stupid, because of course Eddie doesn't want this. He already said he didn't, didn't he? Not tonight, anyway. And now Steve’s ruined things by being high and dumb and selfish, getting himself worked up over nothing and making it Eddie’s problem, and he'll probably spend the rest of this night miserable and blue-balled because he's a horny idiot, but that's—

It’s fine, if Eddie wants to cool things off; if he doesn't want to— he's allowed to not want—

"Here's what's about to happen.”

Steve snaps his head up to listen. Twists his neck around, sees Eddie lounging against the wall like a bored king on a throne, one ringed hand cupping himself loosely through his shorts. He squeezes once, takes another deep breath; lets it out long and controlled. Steve’s gonna fucking drool. "You’re gonna touch yourself for me.”

Steve moans. Guttural and loud, the sound punched out of his lungs, because Eddie’s voice comes out like gravel — husky, deep, the words authoritative and slow; like Steve needs to be punished; like Eddie’s merciful.

“You’re going to touch yourself exactly how I tell you to, and only how I tell you to. If I say stop, you stop. If I say faster, you speed up. If it's too much—" His hand moves to Steve’s cheek, slapping lightly against the bone. “—you tap out, or you tell me.”

Steve nods his head, entranced. Eddie’s thumb moves to his mouth. “And if you’re very, very good…” He tugs his bottom lip; presses in; lets him suck. “…then I’ll let you watch me come. How does that sound?”

Steve whines; hollows his cheeks, sucking harder, flicking his tongue. Eddie’s thighs clamp down around him, and when he pulls his hand away the spit clings to his thumb, a delicate string connecting them before it breaks. “Asked you a question, sweetheart.” He smears the spit over Steve’s chin. “Does that sound good?”

Steve nearly swallows his tongue.

—

part 32

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[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Their Girl For The Night ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✧˖° Summary: Imagine sitting on the ground just outside the tiefling party, your back pinned to Zevlor’s chest as he keeps you locked in place while Halsin eats you out as if you were his last me…

✧˖° Pairings: Halsin x F!Reader/Tav x Zevlor

✧˖° Content: NSFW - Cunnilingus - Halsin Eats You Out So Well - Zevlor Holds You In Place - Anal - Vaginal Sex - Squirting - Big Dick Halsin & Zevlor

✧˖° Notes: This is pure smut, I had the idea while horny for Zevlor now please enjoy and be horny with me hahaha xoxo

Zevlor’s arms hold you firm against his chest, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, his breath hot against your neck, “Such a pretty thing, you are.” His tail finds its way up your outer thigh, slowly dragging across your skin before stoping at your stomach- the tip of it tracing slow little circles around your belly button.

You writhe and buck against Zevlor, desperate to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, “Ngh~ S’Zevy~ Mngh~~~!!!” Your words slurred, a jumble of half made syllables that were barely comprehensible, “I- Mah~ My~ c-Can’t~ Haaa!!!!”

“You can,” Zevlor moves to nip and lap at the nape of your neck, his horns scraping light patterns against your cheek, “and you will.”

Halsin chuckles, his breath ghosting over your wet sex, his hands kneading into your thighs, his tongue flicking and pressing against your clit with expert precision before diving his skilled tongue back inside your weeping hole.

Your back arches against Zevlor, a loud whorish moan falling from your parted lips, a thick line of drool slowly trickling down your chin, eyes lidded and glazed with lust.

You could feel Zevlor’s cum seeping from your stretched asshole, prior to Halsin getting his paws on you, Zevlor had bent you over the side of a fallen tree and fucked you like his own personal cumdump…

- The feeling of his calloused hands roaming over every inch of you, groping and fondling and squeezing, his mouth biting and sucking and licking, his tongue teasing and tasting, his cock ramming into you, his balls slapping against you with every rough thrust, his tail twirling and flicking your clit. You were a mess by the time Zevlor was finished, and when he came inside you, he took special care to push it all deep within you- he wanted his cum to be trapped inside you, not wanting a single drop to escape. The hellrider wanted to know that you’d be leaking his cum each step you took the next day. -

A hard bite against the sensitive flesh of your clit snaps you from your thoughts.

“FH~!!!! Noooo~!!! Hal-Halsin~!!! Ah~! T-too w’rou-rough” Your eyes screw shut as tears prick the corners of your eyes, “Zev~ pllllleaa~se- itz too mu-ch-“

“Look at the way your juices spill out from you, my dear- the way they coat his face. The way your thighs quake, the way your hips jolt, as if well as the way your toes curl, it is all so lovely.” Zevlor pulls and twists one of your nipples, just enough to send another wave of pleasure crashing over you, the waves of your impending orgasm threatening to drown you.

Halsin’s eyes watched your face, drinking in your every expression, memorizing each sound, taking in the way your body quivered and writhed and twisted under his touch, how you were coming apart at the seams.

He wanted to hear you scream, wanted everyone to hear how you were claimed tonight and enjoyed the pleasures he could give.

Taking the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth, his tongue laving and massaging the sensitive nub, his nose pressed against your pelvis- inhaling the intoxicating musky scent that was only you. His fingers plunged into your dripping sex, curling and pressing and scissoring, the slick sounds of his fingers thrusting into you were loud and filthy.

He felt the way your walls fluttered and twitched, the telltale sign of your incoming orgasm.

Releasing your clit from his mouth, his hand replaced his tongue, the other hand pulling his fingers from you, and in a quick motion, his fingers were shoved back inside you, and a third was added, curling them upwards, pressing into your plush walls, “Let it go- cum for us my heart, allow us both to taste your sweet nectar.”

Your eyes were wide, the feeling of the sudden stretch, the sensation of his fingers pressing and curling against your sweet spot, the command that came from Halsin… Your vision goes white and your entire body seizes up- a long, loud moan falling from your open mouth, and your release soaks his hand, coating his palm, his wrist, his arm, his chin, his mouth…

He drinks you in like a man dying of thirst, the sweet ambrosia coating his throat. He doesn't stop until you beg for him to, tears staining your flushed cheeks, “Please- P-pleeease… n-no m-more… t-too m-much~ a-aahhhhhh~~ Z-Z-Zevy~~~ Halllsinnn~!”

Another wave of pleasure rushes through you, a dry orgasm from Halsin suckling on your overly sensitive clit, his tongue swiping the little bud one last time before pulling away, his fingers leaving you with an obscene pop.

You were a sweaty, sticky, panting, shaking, and crying mess… It felt as if you were going to pass out, the world around you spinning and swirling.

You were dimly aware of the movement behind you, rustling and pulling you into his lap, into Zevlor’s lap. His cock already hard and rutting against your still sensitive pussy.

The feeling of Zevlor pushing into causes a pathetic whine to fall from your mouth. Your hips pulled flush against his, his cock buried to the hilt, the tip kissing the entrance to your womb, “Ngh, Zev~ Haaaaaaaa~ too much, it's- hhaaaa- so good- fuuuuuckk- but too- too much, t-tooooooo m-much. M-mooore~!”

His tail wrapped around your thigh, spreading your legs wider granting Halsin better access…

The Druid positioned himself at your already stuffed hole, the tip of his cock pushing inside of you, the head of his large cock attempting to slip in and stretching the sensitive ring of muscles…

You weren’t sure who spiked the three of yours drinks with one of Ethel’s potions, but you were thankful they did. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be to fucked out tomorrow so you can find and thank whoever it was..

[sunsburns]

Dude, i want tashi to want me and only me.

Im selfish.

So please may i request a tashi duncan x reader? Where she goes to readers dorm in the middle of the night and they start having sex, at first is rough then it starts to get a little soft with them face to face) and she just says "i love you" and "lets spend the rest of our lifes together, dont you want that?".

I would die.

No manipulation.

Just vibes.

Imagine her feeling fulfilled with you dispite not being able to play tennis?

Cant a bisexual girl dream?

Advcbxsgxd

noo cause whyy am i giggling and kicking my feet thinking about this... SMUT 17+

you’re struggling to find where the line between just friends and more than friends starts or ends. it all starts to blur into one big mush of everything and nothing all at once, from the knock on your door in the middle of the night, tashi bitching about how shit her serving partner is, to the way her teeth crash against your own with a fervour that has you melting.

the way she holds your hands over your head is relentless to how you fight against her grip, squirming. she laughs, a low chuckle that slips from between her lips and into your mouth.

you swallow it, moaning into her mouth while grinding your crotch against hers. clothes scattered across the room, and you can see your shirt sitting at the edge of your roommate’s bed, who you’re thankful has left to study at the library and never returned.

it makes your heart spike, knowing she could return any second, especially since it’s so late, and your tiny twin-sized bed keeps squeaking with every rock of tashi’s hips and what if-

"fuuckk." your toes curl and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan when tashi lets go of your hands and starts groping your boobs.

"you're so loud," tashi says every word with a kiss on your cheek, her sweet sticking to your skin, "i fucking love it."

"yeah, i bet," you huff, swiping your tongue over her bottom lip.

tashi lets out a strangled whine at that, one of her hands trailing up from your chest to your neck. she looks at you through the dim light of your room. in the soft glow from your bedside lamp, you can see her raise her brows in interest before she starts to squeeze, tighter, and tighter, her grin growing into a wide, wicked smirk at the way you start to pant, eyes rolling back.

"feels good?" she asks, breathless.

you're nodding, "so good."

"i'm gonna cum," tashi's rhythm becomes sloppier, and you, hoping to reach your high with her, start to grin your hips a little faster, a little harder, drawing out broken moans and whines out of her.

tashi leans closer to you, pressing her forehead against your own and letting your noses brush against each other where every breath she lets out, you can breathe it in and she does the same to you.

"fuck, fuck," you groan, "i'm almost there."

"...i love you," tashi moans, and her eyes are screwed shut, brows furrowed. she presses her lips against your mouth, then presses tender kisses across your face, "fuck, i love you."

you choke, searching for her lips as you cup her face. "tashi... love you, too."

she hums, "who doesn't?" and when you laugh, she's rocking her hips against you with intention, "cum for me, you can do it baby, go on. give me a pretty show. it'll make me cum, too."

and you do. your sweaty back lifts off the bed with a sharp sob as tashi's lips find your own, her own moans swallowed by you.

when you've calmed down, she brushes her fingers along your spine, her touch making you tremble. "lets spend the rest of our lifes together, don't you want that?"

"i'd follow you to the ends if i had to."

[alchemistc]

an: I was cleaning out my drafts and ran into this nearly-finished piece of two disasters having their first kiss. Enjoy.

the way you feel when you kiss him for the first time like fire within your bones like your soul has returned to the water like every part of you that came from a dead star is alive again

Here’s the thing. So. Like.

He’s kissing Eddie Munson, tongue and everything, hands digging into his crazy fucking hair, face twisted sideways because they’d been sitting there next to each other, close enough that their hips were touching, and Eddie was gesturing with both hands thrown wide, so that every once in a while his hand smacked Steve’s chest on accident and he murmured a quick apology before going back to his story, and Steve fucking loved listening to him rant and rave about whatever he had a bug up his ass about on any given day, he loved it so much and it seemed like the thing to do when you loved something about someone so much it made your chest tight and your head a little fuzzy.

Steve twists his head and slots his tongue over Eddie’s lips and Eddie makes a noise that Steve feels down to his fucking toes and he nips, just a bit, swallows up Eddie’s gasp and curls his fingers around his neck and licks into his mouth.

First kisses are usually either tentative or chaotic, and this one is sloppy as all get out but it’s not – it’s good. It’s so fucking good Steve thinks he could happily fucking die right this second and he wouldn’t even be mad about it. Eddie’s teeth slide along Steve’s lower lip when he sucks said lower lip into his mouth and Steve hums and blows a breath out through his nose and fleetingly imagines their entire lives expanding out before them – tables that for another day when he’s done more than make out with Eddie in the woods behind his house.

Eddie pulls back, and Steve chases, a bit, blinks his eyes back open with a pout. “You. What. You?”

It’s – Steve’s done this whole song and dance with half the girls in his age group in Hawkins, rarely ever felt this buzzing under his skin. The desperate urge to claw his way into Eddie’s chest is burning him. That’s…not the usual reaction he gets when he kisses someone.

“What the hell, Harrington? What the fuck?”

And like… okay. So. He’s had crushes before. He’s been in fucking love before and he fucking knows what it feels like and he knows what it means when someone looks at you that way that Eddie looks at him and.

“Fuck, uh… Shit, sorry man. Yeah. Should have, uh…whoops?”

“Whoops?”

Eddie’s on his feet then, his limbs akimbo as he throws his arms out, gesturing vaguely in Steve’s direction, looking at Steve like he’s grown like, three extra heads. Which. Okay so maybe he could have done better at like, explaining what the fuck he was doing but Eddie was so fucking hot when he got really in the zone with some rant or other and Steve’s been like, waiting for him.

“You can’t just go around kissing people, man!”

“I thought you were gay!” Steve says, like that explains a damn fucking thing, and Eddie whirls on him, wild eyed, like Steve’s just shouted some tightly kept secret to the world and… yeah. Alright. Fair.

“I thought you were the straightest fucking dude in America, Steve, what the fuck?”

“Oh,” Steve says, because that, yeah. That tracks. Okay. So. Yeah, he can work with this. 

He runs a jittery hand through his air, glances up at Eddie through a few strands that cut loose from the hairspray. “Yeah uh, so I guess like, no? Chicks are like, great but then here you are being so fucking adorable I wanna like, put you in my fucking pocket to keep you safe and like, take you out on a date and, I don’t know, suck your cock or something. Which is.” 

He’s rambling now, doesn’t know what to do with his hands. 

“Okay so like I guess I didn’t really think about the ramifications of this before I fucking went for it but I have been thinking about your lips on my lips for way longer than I have been acknowledging to myself and you weren’t fucking doing anything about it and I just thought I could. Do something about it. So um…no. Not. Not straight.” 

Steve imagines, for a moment, Hawkins High jocks fading out of the shadows to beat the shit out of him, bible thumping mothers intent on letting him know his sins will destroy the country and land him straight in hell, his own father telling him he won’t have a fag for a son. Feels really fucking shitty about it for about thirty seconds and then remembers he’s saved the world at least four times and internally tells them all to go fuck themselves. 

“Hey, is there a word for that? Liking both? Do you – fuck, is there like, a handbook? Do you even know? Did – but then you’re – I mean I definitely for sure got the feeling you and Robin have more in common than just being really great at saving the world, also you for sure kissed me back and – holy shit Robin’s gonna be pissed you found out before she did.”

Eddie stares at him in abject horror for about thirty seconds, but it’s not – it’s not judgy, at least, it’s more like Steve looks at Robin when she word vomits. “Jesus H Christ did you just speed run gay panic?” Which – Robin has explained that before and if Eddie knows about it then he probably also is not…not gay.

“I don’t think I’m strictly gay!” Steve says, his voice a little higher than he’d like but Eddie is pacing now, which. Not conducive to more kissing, and it’s literally all Steve wants to be doing right now. “It might not even be dudes in general, I haven’t gotten any further than you!”

“What the fuck, Harrington?” And pacing be damned, Steve hops up and cages Eddie in again, leans forward for a kiss because he’s not, like, saying no, he’s just confused because he didn’t think Steve was into it and kissing will definitely help him figure it out. Only he rolls his head back, away from Steve’s, shoulders and neck rolling back. The rest of him stays, though, and Steve slots his hands on Eddie’s narrow waist and stares at him. 

“I’m like, super into you, Eddie, and unless I’m suddenly really fucking bad at reading signals you’re also into me.”

Eddie leans forward, rolls his forehead against Steve’s. It’s nice. Not as nice as the kissing had been but…yeah, he’s cool with this. Eddie huffs out a breath of laughter, a self-deprecating little chortle that Steve recognizes and wants to dash away. “I’ve been trying really hard not to throw those signals. Just. Just so you know.”

“You’re really bad at it,” Steve tells him, fingers digging a bit into his side now, his left hand sliding towards Eddie’s back, and he doesn’t really think about it when he exerts a bit of force to drag Eddie a little closer. “To be like, fully clear here. I’m not… I haven’t been misreading, correct?”

“Fuck,” Eddie says, those wide dark eyes holding Steve’s. “This is insane. People don’t just wake up one day and go ‘hey I’m actually totally attracted to my own gender and I have literally zero bad feelings about that’ – people kill themselves about it.”

“Nearly died enough times to know I don’t care for it,” Steve tells him, and he really, really wants to fucking kiss him again but probably Eddie needs a second. “Listen, do you like me or not, because if not I am seriously overstepping right now and I don’t actually want to make this weird.”

“This is so fucking weird, man,” Eddie says but then he’s curling his fingers into the end of Steve’s shirt and fisting it there before Steve has a chance to draw back and respect his boundaries, like he’s holding himself back from more but not quite ready to let go. Steve follows his lead. “Did Robin say something?”

“Robin has been literally zero help,” Steve admits, because she really has been fucking useless and cagey and completely unwilling to give him any idea if this whole thing is reciprocated or just a fully fucking unrequited crush. “I am actually pretty emotionally intelligent, so I figured…” God he’s giving Steve that look. Again. “Vibes were there.”

“Vibes.” Eddie says, like he wants to bash his brains in. “You… you just threw all caution to the wind on fucking vibes.”

“Vibes are a thing!”

Eddie curls the hand not already fisting in Steve’s shirt around his waist, his long fingers catching at the stripe of skin exposed by the pull of his shirt. Every thought in Steve’s head feels like it’s centered right there, where he can feel Eddie’s rings warm against his skin.

Steve is like, 97.3 percent certain at this point that he hasn’t just ruined a decently important friendship, and he really, really does want to return to that zenith of his tongue in Eddie’s mouth, so he rolls his head again, nosing at Eddie’s cheek, reaching for his jaw.

Eddie shoves him back – slowly, regretfully almost. 

“Give me a fucking second, Harrington.”

“Sure. Yeah.” 

Even as Eddie goes back to pacing Steve feels good about this. Eddie Munson is probably a lot more accepting of things than most of the assholes in Hawkins but he has yet to tell Steve to go fuck himself and he seems more…overwhelmed than anything else. Surprised. He had just admitted he thought Steve didn’t go for that thing. Had he thought about it, beyond a passing ‘Steve the Hair Harrington digs the ladies’?

Jesus. He’s so fucking embarrassing. Even in his own goddamn brain.

Eddie whirls on him, opens his mouth. Shuts it and takes a few pointed steps further away from Steve. Steve very much hates that, but – time. Space. He can manage that. He takes the opportunity to enjoy the pull of Eddie’s jeans over his ass. 

Holy shit, Steve thinks to himself as he ogles the other man, holy shit he’s so very much not straight and it’s taking every ounce of willpower to give Eddie his fucking second. 

“You’re a fucking psycho,” Eddie says, and it’s probably aimed at Steve even though he still hasn’t actually turned back to look at him again. “You fully understand that what you just did screams absolute lunatic, right?”

“The – which part, exactly?”

“Steve, what if I wasn’t gay?”

It’s – kind of a sad question, if he’s being honest, because he’s suspected he likes dudes for maybe two weeks, even if it’s been nagging at him for literal months now, but he’s been that shitty kid who called people queer like it was the dirtiest word in the book, and he’s well aware at this point how fucking scary it is for anyone who is the least bit not ‘normal’ by societies standards. Especially if it’s actually true.

“I mean, I assume you’d probably give me a lot of shit and I would spend a good month too mortified to look at you before you let me off the hook?” But that question gets a little closer to the heart of it, the one thing Steve’s still a little worried about. “But…you are?”

“How the fuck did you even know?”

“The vibes!” He wiggles his fingers at that, widens his eyes like that will help Eddie understand. “And, you know. The general feeling every time you look at me like you’re half a second from eating me alive.”

“I do not!” Eddie says, a little scandalized, a little like he’s been caught out. 

“You totally do. You have…very expressive eyes.” This is new. Just balls to the wall flaying honesty, right off the bat, no hiding behind a slick smile and a clever little wink. What even is flirting, Steve thinks. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I fully thought you were gonna bend me over a table at Gary’s party last weekend.”

“Jesus fuck,” Eddie says, only he’s still not denying it, and he’s turning those same round shining eyes on Steve and – yeah. That is not a platonic fucking look. “I’m gonna take, like, three steps towards you right now. Can you. Not fucking attack me when I get there?”

“Yeah. Sure. Totally.” Robin and Nancy once ganged up on him to tell him he was basically a golden retriever in human form, and he feels every inch one as Eddie takes long, measured steps towards him. If he had a tail he’d be wagging it so fucking hard his ass would be wiggling. 

“Full disclosure,” Eddie tells him at a step and a half in. “I was actually thinking about getting on my knees and sucking you off until your soul left your body, at Gary’s party, last weekend.” Steve bites his lip, doesn’t say a word, ignores the heat thrumming in his veins. “Don’t you dare kiss me right now, Harrington,” he says, and there’s an edge to his voice that is very fucking interesting and Steve would like to explore more.

“Yep. Hands and lips to myself. Gotcha.”

“I also had a massive panic attack about it like five minutes later because you’re the best person I know and I will be fully, absolutely destroyed if I lose you, so. Before I set myself adrift here, are you sure you have a single fucking clue what you’re getting yourself into?”

“See, that’s the thing!” Steve points, just as Eddie takes another step, so his finger ends up right in Eddie’s face and he’s eyeing it like he might just pop it into his mouth. In for a penny… “You got really mad at me when you thought I was avoiding you, and I very much, totally was because I have like, two age appropriate friends and figuring out one of them might be the love of my life threw me for a fucking loop.” Too soon, way too fucking soon, he was supposed to like, at least get Eddie in his bed before he admitted that. “So. I’ve already had that crisis and I know I lied and told you it was nothing but that’s. What that was.”

The look shifts. Eddie’s eyes were already wide, so his expression doesn’t change all that much, but his eyes get a little glassy and the dimple in his cheek twitches. 

“Whoops,” Steve repeats and Eddie gathers up the hand Steve still has between them, guiding the arm down towards Steve’s side, lacing their fingers up together as he gets close enough Steve can feel his breath on his cheek.

“You’re an actual lunatic,” Eddie tells him, but he’s leaning in close, now, curling a hand around Steve’s neck. “Whoops, he says,” and Eddie shakes his head fondly, close enough that the tip of his nose swipes across Steve’s with the movement. “How long?”

“We’re still not kissing, right?” Steve asks, just to clarify, and Eddie smiles, shakes his head. “Yep. Still good with that. Sure. How long what?”

“Don’t play dumb, princess.”

“I mean – are you asking about me? Are you asking about me knowing about you? Are you asking about attraction, or feelings, or…”

“Sure,” Eddie says, and Steve supposes he walked himself into that. He’s still – Steve could count individual lashes dashed across Eddie’s eyelids, he’s so close. 

“Yeah. Alright. Me? Been trying to sort it out for a while, I think, since Vecna. For sure? Two weeks ago, when you made me come watch your campaign finale, or whatever.” Eddie’s eyes gleam with interest, and Steve can see him searching for a specific moment, but it hadn’t been a specific moment, it had been an amalgamation of the last seven months of his life, and watching Eddie in his element, threading together a sweeping close to a tale he’s been working on for a full year, seeing the kids delighted faces, thinking about all the shit they’d been through and all the terrible things they’ve seen, it had all clicked into place. “You? I didn’t know, know. Just. Robin’s always saying there are signs, if you look for them. I hoped. I was looking for them.” 

Had to talk himself into and out of reading into signs multiple times, honestly. 

“I had some very confusing boners before I understood them, so I can’t really pinpoint that one, but a while,” and Eddie’s lips curl up, which is nice. It’s one of his favorite things to do, making Eddie smile like that. “The… I liked you from the start, is the thing, so there isn’t just a single moment but… you remember that night we got up on the roof of the van and got way too fucking high?”

“You couldn’t find the Big Dipper,” Eddie recalls fondly. 

“Yeah, well, you were right there next to me, being all freakishly smart about constellations and looking at me and when you told me about your mom I wanted to just – tear the whole fucking world apart for you. So.”

“So,” Eddie says, and his voice has gone whisper soft and his breath is fanning across Steve’s face and his eyes are big and brown and soft at the edges.

“We’re still doing the no kissing part, right?”

Eddie hums. Tilts his head to the side just a bit, and his nose stripes across Steve’s cheek. “I could probably be persuaded otherwise.”

It’s – he’s –

“If I admit the panic might be coming on now, will you change your mind?”

“Absolutely.”

“Cool. I’m very chill about this.”

“Steve,” he says, and his voice is so fucking soft, and his fingers are skittering up the side of Steve’s arm. 

“Freaking out a little bit. Don’t – you can stay here, though.”

“I’ll stay here as long as you need.”

“While we’re here, you could – I mean I know I said I clocked you pretty easily but if you wanted, I would definitely be okay hearing about – how. How that happened.”

Eddie’s eyes flit up, hold Steve’s. “You lying about anxiety to get me to tell you my dirty secrets?”

“I’m not that smart,” Steve tells him, and Eddie’s smile tilts up at the corners.

[yumiblogs]

Girly (I call everyone girly so plz don't be offended if u don't use she/her😭) when I saw that pic of chan I screamed SO loud. Idk if u write smut but like...imagine his resting his face on the edge of the bed and eating you out, nose against ur clit, etc etc, plz write smth abt it😭🙏

Taste of you // Bangchan of Stray Kids

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Your legs trembled slightly, the aftershocks of your latest orgasm still resonating through your body. You watched him, a smile playing on your lips as his dark hair fell over his eyes. He looked so peaceful, yet his mouth was mere inches from your most sensitive area, as if he were ready to pounce again at a moment's notice.

You reached down to trace the line of his jaw with your fingers, feeling the stubble against your skin. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at you with a mischievous glint, a silent question in his gaze. You nodded, giving him the green light to continue his sweet torment.

With a grin, Bangchan's nose nudged against your clit, and he resumed his intimate exploration. His tongue swirled around it, the sensation so intense that you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out. Each flick sent shockwaves through your body, making your toes curl and your hands grip the bed sheets tighter. He was a master at this, playing your body like a fine instrument, and you were his devoted audience.

As he continued, his fingers joined the symphony, gently rubbing your clit in a rhythmic pattern that had you panting. The pressure grew, a delicious ache building up inside you. You felt yourself rising to the edge of another climax, your hips bucking slightly to meet his touch. He noticed your eagerness and paused, his teeth grazing your inner thigh, making you whine in protest.

"Not yet," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to savor this."

Bangchan slid two fingers inside you, curling them to stroke that magical spot that made your eyes roll back. He was merciless, edging you closer and closer to the brink without letting you fall over. You could feel yourself growing wetter, your body begging for release. He paused again, watching the desperation build in your eyes, and then resumed his relentless assault on your clit.

The feeling was exquisite, a fine line between pleasure and pain. You felt like you were about to shatter into a million pieces, and all you wanted was for him to push you over that edge. You whispered his name, a plea for more, and he chuckled darkly before his mouth descended on you once again. The combination of his tongue and fingers was overwhelming, and you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Your thighs quivered, your body straining against his hold. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you electric. The way he studied your reactions was as much a turn-on as his skilled ministrations. He was learning your body, memorizing every twitch and gasp, every spot that made you squirm with pleasure.

Sensing your desperation, Bangchan increased his pace, his tongue moving in perfect sync with his fingers. Your moans grew louder, echoing in the small space. His other hand snaked up to play with your breasts, tweaking your nipples until they were hard peaks of desire. The dual sensations were too much, and you felt yourself spiraling out of control.

As your orgasm neared, he paused again, his fingers still buried deep inside you, his tongue teasing your folds. "Do you want to cum for me?" he whispered, his voice a seductive rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Yes," you breathed, the word barely escaping your lips. "Please, Bangchan."

He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that seemed to resonate in your very soul. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in, his tongue pressing against your clit with renewed vigor. The pressure built again, and you found yourself writhing under his expert touch, unable to hold back the whimpers that spilled from your mouth.

Bangchan's fingers began to pump in and out of you with purpose, curling and stroking that secret spot inside. Your eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure grew too intense to bear, your body arching off the bed. The sound of wetness filled the room, a testament to your desire for him.

Just as you felt the first sparks of your climax, he stopped again, his tongue retreating, leaving your clit pulsing with need. "Bangchan," you moaned, your voice desperate.

He sat back on his heels, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You're so beautiful like this," he said, his voice thick with lust. "But we're not done yet."

Without warning, he buried his face back between your legs, his tongue and fingers moving in tandem to drive you wild. This time, he didn't hold back. He ate you out with a fervor that was almost animalistic, his movements fast and unrelenting. You could feel the beginnings of your orgasm, a storm brewing in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm going to cum," you warned him, your voice shaking with passion.

"Do it," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "Let go for me."

The words were all the encouragement you needed. You gave in to the sensation, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your muscles tightened around his fingers, and your hips bucked against his mouth. He didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck until your orgasm had peaked and begun to subside.

When it was over, you lay there, panting and boneless, your body slick with sweat. Bangchan sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a look of pure satisfaction etched on his features. He leaned over to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on his lips. It was earthy and raw, and it only served to make you want him more.

"Again," he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and tickling.

Your eyes flew open, and you looked at him in shock. "Again?" you managed to whisper, your voice hoarse from the screams you hadn't even realized you'd been holding back.

Bangchan chuckled, the sound low and sinful. "Yes, again," he said, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "You're so responsive, so beautiful when you let go. I can't get enough of it."

"This is gonna be a long night..." You thought to yourself.

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Masterlist

[actual-changeling]

based on this post by @crawley-fell, i dreamed this up in a sleep-deprived haze and will now hopefully fall into bed. petition to get a moment like this in s3 because by god do i need it. this is pure comfort fluff and absolutely tooth-rottingly sweet.

-

Crowley watches him silently for a little while, arms crossed in front of his chest and leaning against the doorframe.

It's late, later than they usually eat dinner, but up until now he had been napping on the living room sofa, and regardless of how peckish he might feel, Aziraphale always waits for him. There is a pot with sauce simmering happily on the stove, not daring to burn or boil over under the angel's watchful gaze, and Aziraphale is humming along to a pop song he most definitely does not know but enjoys anyway. When Crowley darts out his tongue to taste the air, he recognises the freshness of basil leaves, which he probably took from the plant sprouting on the windowsill, and the familiar aroma of their favourite pasta.

A smile inadvertently tugs on his lips, small and soft, for no one but him, and maybe it is the wave of love following right after or simply his awareness of his presence that makes Aziraphale turn around. In the dimmed kitchen light, his blue eyes glint like polished sapphires.

"Done sleeping for now?"

Crowley uses his elbow to push himself into motion, his bare feet making the slightest of noises on the tiles, and slinks towards him.

"Mhhh," he responds as he presses up against Aziraphale's back, loosely wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his right shoulder. "Missed you."

Even with the cold seeping up through his soles, the heat radiating off of him is both comfortable and comforting, a steady assurance pulsing with his heartbeat. His hands unfurl, fingers splaying across his stomach, and the gentle give only has him tighten his hold, causing him to bury his face in the side of his neck. Embracing him like this, or in any manner at all, really, feels exactly what one imagines a cloud to be like, just infinitely better.

"Your nose is cold," Aziraphale hums, but he makes no attempt to move away, instead picking up his knife and continuing to cut up the recently picked basil leaves. Crowley rubs the tip of his definitely cold nose into his skin and brushes his even colder toes against his bare ankles for good measure, soaking up the amused giggle it elicits.

While he is indeed done sleeping for the next hour or two, he remains contentedly dazed, his eyes fluttering shut, and they lazily sway along to the music. Most of the light is blocked out either by Aziraphale's neck or the curtain of red hair falling into his face, growing longer by the day, and it is only by pure force of will that he doesn't drift off again right there and then.

Despite the many months they have spent in their cottage together, Crowley continuously marvels at the quiet, gentle, and not at all fragile peace they have gained—a garden for them and them alone, without forbidden apples or punishing celestial powers. Aziraphale sighs happily and drops the knife in favour of slotting their hands together, holding Crowley as he holds him, and he tips back his head, wiggling until he lifts his chin to kiss him.

"I love you," Crowley breathes, brushing their lips together again and again and again.

"I love you too."

(If the house hadn't long known better, dinner would have probably gone up in flames while they distracted each other for the better part of an hour; luckily, it would never dream of disrupting their 'us-time', let alone waking the wreath one hungry angel can unleash upon it.)

[galeorderbride]

The last prompt you did was SO good! ♥️

Thinking a combination of…. *drum roll please*

16, 17, 31, 37, 51 and 60!

All for Gale.

Prompts:

16: touching noses

17: laying your head on someone’s shoulder

31: holding someone by the waist

37: smiling while kissing

51: slow dancing

60: sitting on their lap

Thank you anon! I didn’t think the prompt would take off the way it did since it was so short! I accept the challenge of 6 prompts in one!! Let’s goooo

Rating M (again no actual sex but a lot of touching and I like things sensual hehe) Fluff, sappy self indulgence.

Gale x F!Tav 

Words: 1331

How about a little post-wedding slow dance action with Gale x Tav? I imagine Gale’s family is huge, and the wedding would be big and splendid as all things in Waterdeep are. Introverted tav is maybe a bit overwhelmed, and the two of them have a sweet moment at the end of the night :) 

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A Private Moment

Gale wasn’t joking when he said the Dekarios clan came from far and wide. Tav saw the extent of his family tree at their wedding, nearly one hundred guests attending the reception, all looking to meet his new bride. After so many introductions, Tav started referring to herself as Mrs. of Waterdeep, just to make herself laugh and stave off the social anxiety that grew with each tap of her shoulder. She was never good around crowds, not like Gale, who could drum up conversation with every type of personality. His family were all kind people, intelligent and generous, but Tav was simply not made for mingling. A small wedding would’ve suited her beautifully, and Gale would have granted her that, but to see him surrounded by loved ones, enjoying each taste of happiness available, that was far too good to pass up. 

He was positively ethereal, dressed in off white robes lined with golden accents. His hair was tied half up, the bottom layer still smelling of his sandalwood soap. Moonlight painted his skin a dashing shade of baby blue, as the lamplight from his tower led them away from the waning wedding party. They walked hand-in-hand, Gale leading them up the stairs to their bedroom. One she’d slept in countless times since coming to Waterdeep with him, but tonight, it felt brand new. Shared with her husband. Husband…would that word ever stop giving her pleasant shivers? 

While the wedding was beautiful, courtesy of the decor skills of Morena, Tav was most excited to be alone with Gale. The panicked rhythm of her heartbeat soothed, worries over whether she said the right thing fading. To see him smiling in the quiet of their room, tipsy from champagne and joy, nothing else in the world mattered. 

“Your chambers await, Mrs. Dekarios,” Gale said as they reached the door, opened for her as if welcoming royalty to court. Tav giggled, curtsying as she stepped into the bedroom. 

He simply wanted an excuse to see her at every angle, heart swelling with adoration as Tav twirled around. The hem of her elegant wedding dress flowed around her ankles. Kicking off her shoes, she sank onto the bed, exhaling her anxiety out as she felt the fresh sheets against her back. The shine of the ring on her finger reminding him that they belonged together, sworn to one another through eternal vows. What else could he possibly ask for? 

“Are you going to join me, husband?” Tav asked, still laying on the bed, her feet dangling off the edge in a playful sway. 

Gale removed his jacket before climbing above her, his hands resting on either side of her head. His legs moved between hers, the fabric of her dress bunching around their knees as her toes moved up his calves. Desire fogged his mind, watching her eyes glisten with tender lust, an image he’d never tire of. Temptation overtook him, lowering his head down to press his lips passionately against hers. Tav smiled into his kiss, giddy from the remnants of wine and frivolity now transforming into wanton affection. Sweet mint and champagne bitterness lined his mouth, electric along her tongue. 

The night could’ve ended there, the yearning to feel her skin against his for hours enough to send his heart into overdrive. But something stopped him, remembering how nervous she was during the wedding party, overwhelmed by the crowd of guests at every turn. That’s why he brought them back to the tower early, to give her the special, private moment she deserved. 

Leaving the kiss, Gale grinned, overcome with happiness at the sight of her under him. Buttery, youthful blush glowing on her cheeks. He brought the tips of their noses together, brimming with heartfelt devotion. 

“You are all of everything, my love. I’d follow you into the high tide if you asked,” he said, voice faint. They were words shared only between them, undeserving of all ears but Tav’s. “Will you dance with me one last time, beloved?” 

No one spoke like him, a regular reminder of how lucky Tav was to have pulled him out of that portal. How fortunate to know he fell in love with her at the same moment she did: at first sight. Dancing with him until the end of time made for a perfect heaven. 

With the snap of his magical fingers, the piano in the corner played a gentle tune. A light and harmonious waltz floating between them. Gale lifted her off the bed, his hands capturing her waist as they swayed to the centre of the room. She felt the press of his wedding ring sliding along her back, fingertips embedding into her hips as he held her impossibly close. Pressed against his chest, Tav leaned her head on his shoulder, soul melding with his own. A bright morning enlivening the night of their weary souls. A strong desire to weep enveloped Tav, lost in the warmth of his glorious aura. They were not near enough until they became the same person. 

“I know you prefer the solace of the quiet. Forgive me for making you go through with a big wedding,” he said, resting his cheek on her head as she leaned on him. 

They continued to dance as they spoke, Tav’s arms hugging his shoulders, Gale caressing every inch of her hips, waist and ribs. If there were a thousand ways to touch her, he’d find a way to do all of them in one, treating every moment as an eternity. 

“Everything was perfect, Gale. Seeing you smile, laughing and dancing with your mother, so full of life. I wouldn’t trade this night for anything. Please, there is nothing to forgive, just be here with me. Enjoy this beautiful moment,” Tav said, planting kisses on his neck and ear between her words of affirmation. 

Music ceased just as she finished speaking, parting from their dance and simply gazing at each other. Love and longing floating with each glint of their eyes connecting. Tav grinned, letting her fingers trail from his shoulders down to his forearms, landing on his hands still tied to her waist. Guiding his fingers to pull the ribbon of her dress, his breathing hitched, the fabric falling to the floor. A silk slip remained, downy and heavenly against him, hem ending at the mid-thigh. Beauty unmatched, so magnificent he wondered if she was a figment of his mad imagination. No, not with the vivid heat of her body, the sharp exhalation as his hands found their way to the part of her legs meeting the nightgown. His mind couldn’t conjure her if he tried. 

Gale distracted her by waving at the piano again, playing another lilted song. He took her off guard when he effortlessly lifted her, legs wrapping around his waist as she let out a beaming laugh. That lusty smirk spread on his face, one she’d gotten to know so well, his big brown eyes thinning with a cloud of desire. Telling her exactly what he had in store for her, and never failing to keep her attention. 

Candles glowed against his divine skin as he sat them on the side of the bed, Tav seated comfortably on his lap. Dim light illuminated the tapestry of his wondrous body, Tav struggling to decide where to put her hands when she wanted desperately to have them everywhere. She settled on his cheeks, kissing him softly as he held her close, arms addicted to her waist. This night had just begun, and already, it was more than perfection. 

Pausing their kiss for air, Gale said, “Now, I do believe it’s time for me to share some private vows for my blushing bride.” 

Tav tightened around him, the corners of her mouth beginning to ache with all the smiling. “More vows? How could I say no?” 

Gale chuckled, gently biting her bottom lip before he said, “Let me set the mood.” 

With that, he blew out the candles. 

[lilsocksiswriting]

Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen

Paring: Sukuna X Fem!reader

Summary: Your Home!!

Warnings: NSFW, No Beta, minors DNI,

Tags: College/modern Au, hurt/comfort, phone sex, orgasm denial, Sukuna likes to be called sir, Sukuna pep talks, mutual masturbation

Word Count:

Master list || Ko-Fi

Chapter Seven|| Chapter Nine

Sukuna: look at these nerds

Sukuna sent an image

Sukuna: it’s really clear out tonight, really pretty.

Sukuna: I hope you’re sleeping well

Sukuna: OK who FUCK decides who gets to be small Satna.

Sukuna: Dude this grown-ass man is crying from getting a gift from Yuji. He isn't even related to us! Damn, this is cringe. But kinda funny.

Sukuna: I dreamt of you last night. You were here next to me in bed. You felt so warm in my arms. Looked so cute in red lingerie. I really miss you doll. I woke up in cum soaked boxers.

Y/N: Sukuna oh my god.

Sukuna: When you get back there’s this new ramen place I wanna try.

Sukuna: fuuuuuuck me. What the hell doll? what have you done to me? I've never been so horny in my life. Gonna have your cunt stuffed full of cum when you get back.

Sukuna: I miss you being here.

Y/N: I’m waiting to board the plane to lay over land!! 

Y/N: Ok mall Santa’s can be creepy, but they are just trying to spread holiday cheer!

Y/N: Give Choso a break, haven't you both known each other for a long time?

Y/N: awww Sukuna this is all so cute! You miss me.

Y/N: oh my god Sukuna, seriously chill with the lewd texts.

Y/N: ok actually don't…I  kinda like em’

Sukuna: ohhhh, I should have known you’d be a shameless pervert with a screen between us.

Y/N: Oh, don’t even start buddy.

Sukuan: Buddy? Oh, doll you better be careful with the mouth.

Y/N sent an image

Y/N: My lay over-treats!

Y/N: With some distance still between us I feel like I can confidently say: or what?

Sukuna: Have a safe flight home, I’ll be waiting for ya.

Sukuna:  I can shove my cock so far down that tiny throat you won’t have any room to talk.

Y/N: just landed, taking forever to get off.

Y/N: Also slow down their sport. Like, buy me dinner first.

Sukuna: you think these nicknames are so cute, don’t you?

Y/N: I actually think they’re funny, Buster. I can just imagine that pout on your face.

Sukuna: What is it with you and being such a brat sometimes?

Sukuna: I’m in the lobby hurry your ass up.

Sukuna: I wanna see you already.

You cannot get off the plane fast enough. You are bouncing on your feet at baggage claim waiting to yank your suitcase off the conveyer belt. A suitcase that you completely forget when you and Sukuan lock eyes in the airport lobby.

 He indulges you by opening his arms wide for you to run into. Even at full speed you barely make the man stumble back a step when you crash into him. You inhale deeply, letting his scent envelope you. You take another long inhale through your nose.

“Stop fucking sniffing me,” he says but does not let you go.

Kisses instead?” you look up at him with a beaming smile.

 “One kiss,” he tells you sternly, holding up a finger to emphasize his point. “ I want to get out of here.”

Though Sukuan only said one kiss he did not say how long it could be. So, what began as you are pressing your lips to his slowly becomes you shyly poking your tongue against Sukuna’s lips to him gladly opening his mouth. Your hands snake around his neck, one hand threading itself through his locks. Sukuan digs your fingers into your hips as his tongue slides against yours.

Pulling away, gasping for air, Sukuna smirks at the goofy smile across your face.

“Go get your suitcase and let’s get you to your dorm yea?”

The way your droopy eyes widen in panic is funny to the pink-haired man. He lets you go with a chuckle. You curse under your breath and sprint back to grab your forgotten suitcase before it gets stolen.

 Walking back to him with your suitcase in toe, Sukuan takes the handle from you and slings an arm around your shoulders. You tuck yourself into his side. That goofy smile spreads back across your face. Walking with Sukuan out to the airport’s parking lot feels so coupley. You love it. You love that your boyfriend came to pick you up from the airport.

Your roommates were still away for break as is most of the university. Sukuna kicks off his shoes and flops down in your bed while you get to work unpacking your suitcase. He always wondered why you came back earlier than Nobara, now he had some idea. Staring up at the ceiling and listening you you opening and shutting drawers of your dresser he wants to ask you more about your family. He almost thinks of that place you visited as your home. But then he thinks about house his home does not make him feel like he has to constantly put on an act to make everything easier.

Besides he has other things that keep occupying his mind. Like how he finally has you back and that attitude you got with him over text.

“So, about these nicknames you have for me,” he begins.

Oh boy, your shoulders tense. There was no screen to hide behind now. “I-I was just teasing you jeez ”

“Were you?” he sat up and braced his arms against his knees. You were sitting on your knees, back to him, but could feel his gaze bore into your back. “Or were you wanting me to put your bratty ass back in line?”

 You sit up a little straighter.

Got you~, he thinks.

 “Oh? No smart retort? What happened to that attitude you had on your way back? Come on now y/n call me another one of these silly nicknames.” His voice drops. “I dare you. “

You feel a shiver run down your spine and seep into your core. Fuck, his voice is such a turn-on. The man behind emits an air of danger making your flight or fight response want to kick in. But there it that teasing tilt in his voice that reminds you the man behind you is no monster. Just your devilish boyfriend.

You turn to face him. Sukuna is leaning in a lot closer then than you had originally thought. You shift your knees to scoot back but his hand appearing to cup your cheek stops you.

 “Now, now don’t get all scared on me now doll. I’ve barely done anything yet.”

His thump swipes along your cheekbone. Your body missed his touch and his moving on its own. You crane your neck  to be closer. You bit your lip, growing anxious and excited. His calmness makes it so hard to tell what he is planning to do to you.

“What are you going to do?” you ask him.

 “Hmm,” he hums like he is thinking, but Sukuna knew what he wanted to try as soon as he suggested it over text. “Well, we ought to do something to fix that smart mouth of yours first.”

You lick your lips when he mentions your mouth.

The man smirks, ”Oh? Does that excite you? Are you getting wet thinking about me punishing you doll?”

 In a flash of movement, he is gripping your chin forcing you to look him in the eye. “Answer me.”

 “ Y-yes,” you say. This does not seem to please him, so you quickly add a breathless, “It excites me so much.”

Sukuna chuckles. Fuck, he loves how much of a horny little minx you become with just the slightest push.

“Look at you all flushed and needy. You think that is going to make it all better?”

You shake your head.

“Ah, ah, use your words doll,” he warns.

“No, it won’t.”

“But being a good girl and accepting the punishment I dish out will.”

“Yes,” you nod. Mabey a little too eagerly.

“Good, good. Now,”  a thumb pokes into your bottom lip. You obediently part your lips and take it into your mouth, letting him lightly press down on your tongue. The action was so soft, quiet, and intimate. “Since your mouth will be too occupied you won’t be able to use your words to tell me if it’s too much for ya, so you will have to use your hands, just two simple taps. You can do that can't ya doll?.”

 One of your hands slides along the inside of Sukuna’s thigh and gives two light taps. In response,e he pulls his hand away.

“Like that?” you ask with a head tilt.

He nods,” Just like that. Now on your feet.”

Excitedly you hop to your feet momentarily forgetting that the man sitting on your bed could be a downright monster.

“Aww, look at you so excited, brat. You have no idea what you’re getting into.”

“Don’t call me that,” you pout.

Sukuan stands to his feet, towering over you and making you feel like a tiny, indignant bug in his presence. “I will call you whatever I damn well please brat. Now strip.”

You are so enamored by the dark and authoritative aura that has settled over your boyfriend. It was so enticing. It reminds you of the first time you two had slept together. When you accused him of faking that softness he was treating you with. It was like a flip of a switch,  sweet and teasing one moment then dark and dangerous just like this.

“…you aren’t actually made right?”

That softness reappears in Sukuan eyes as he lifts his hands to cup your cheek, “Don’t be stupid…” you blink as he seems to be at a loss for words. A light blush creeps across the bridge of his nose. “I’m happy you're back.”

Your smile makes his stomach do an odd flip, something that he still is not used to. just like he is still getting used to being soft and blunt with feelings.

“And if it gets too rough, just two taps,” you repeat proudly.

“That’s my girl,” he praises. His hand slips down to light wrap around your throat making you gasp. “Now do not make me repute myself.”

 You quickly step away, out of his hold, and begin to stip. Sukuna’s eyes never leave your body as my bare skin is revealed to him. A bashful blush creeps up your neck as you strip down to your bralette and panties. You wonder if there will ever be a point in time when you are comfortable being naked in front of Sukuna and his hungry, dark  gaze

 Said man licks his lips and slips you out of your lacy bralette. You plumb breast looking like they are out of a lewd dream to him.

Fuck I’ve missed her Sukuan thinks watching your nipples pebble.

Sukuan stops you from taking off the cotton pair of panties with another command, ”Now get over here on the bed, lay on your back, and  head off the bed.”

An excited shiver runs through your body making your arms break out in goose bumps. Sukuna steps aside to let you step past him and crawl onto the bed. You try to make it slow and sexy, give your ass a little wiggle. When you lay on the bed just as Sukuan told you to, you have an upside-down view of Sukuan standing above you, lips pressed into a thin line trying to suppress a laugh.

 “What the hell was that, Doll?”

“I as tryin’ to be sexy…”

Sukuan leans over you. In this position, he can push his finger into the fat of your thighs. The bulge of his pants hovers over your lips. You can feel a heat radiating from there and it would be so easy to just crane your neck a bit and kiss the bulge in his jeans.

Another squeeze to your soft thighs stops you. Sukuan deep voice follows, “With a body like this you ain’t got to try anything. Look so fuckable and beautiful.”

You can’t squeeze your thighs together to relive the small ache that Sukuna’s words have caused because of the man’s hand keeping them apart.

Sukuna paws at your thighs and lowers your stomach, never venturing into the growing ache between your legs. Your attention is drawn back to the definite bulge in the crotch of his pants.

Is he already hard?

A kiss pressed into that bulge that leads to a deep groan from Sukuna confirms that he is.

 “Fuckin’ brat so eager aren’t ya.”

“I wanted to know if you were hard,” you tell him with a sly smile. “ I was right.”

 Your breath catches in your throat when heated fingers slip over your cotton panties right over your core. Your head swims with want and dizziness. You have to work to focus on what Sukuna’s next words mean.

“You want my cock so bad then I’ll give it to you. Fuck some manners into that mouth of yours’s brat.”

 There is something in the back of your head, one thought trying to connect to another. Mabey a smart reply that is just on the tip of your tongue?

 Sukuan stands up to his full height. He gets a good look up your head hanging off the edge of your bed as he unbuckles his pants. The jingle of his belt is like a little bell that finally makes the thoughts connect.  

Oh, that’s what he wants to do, you think his mouth already beginning to water.

Sukuna pulls his pants and briefs down past his ass letting his dick spring free. It lightly slaps against your cheek and you pop open your mouth. The pink-haired menace smirks.

 “Aww look at you so eager for my cock. Is that why you were using those stupid pet names? Wanted my cock so badly?”

 He does not let you answer. Swiftly thrusting his hips forward, Sukuna pushes the head of his cock passed your open lips.

“Fuck yes,” Sukuna hisses as his cock sinks into your mouth, the soft tip of his cock smashing against the back of your throat. “Fuuuuuck that’s it.”

Your cheeks puff as you cough around the thick girth. Your fingers claw into your comforter. You try your best to relax and ready yourself as Sukuna pulls his hips back.

“Anything to say for yourself brat?”

You can only moan in reply. Your body quivers as he snaps his hips and buries his cock back down your throat. Fully sheathed back into the heat of your mouth  Sukuna’s body gives its own shutter when he feels your throat constrict around him.

He had this whole plan for when he finally got to hold you in his arms again. Take you back here, order your favorite takeout, and shower with slow affection while the TV plays in the background. Show you a softer side of him that no one beyond your bedroom door would see. But then you had to go and call him those cringey nicknames and look where that landed the two of you. Sukuna cannot complain and by the way that you are squeezing and rubbing your thighs together neither can you.

After a few more experimental thirst Sukuna finds a good rhythm to fucking your mouth. His balls slapped against the middle of your scrunched brows. Sukuna’s eyes flutter close. he missed this. He missed damn near everything about you. Your voice, your smell, your taste, your touch, and your sweet warmth. The way you become so pliable under him and more eager than him to try new things with him. Such a little slut dressed up all innocently in that tired college kid look.

Your eyes widen when Sukuna’s fingers press into your cotton-covered folds. You moan around his cock. Sukuna groans in response and rubs you through your panties.

Your head swims with pleasure, lust, and dizziness. It is a combination that you have never felt before. While Sukuan counties to rut into your warm, wet mouth he rubs your clit through your panties. The cotton becomes soaked and sticks to your skin.

The soaked patch warrants some teasing, “Aww look at that doll she missed me.”

 You buck your hips when Sukuna meanly pressed down over your clit. His other hand is quick to hold you down by the hips so he is the only one who can give you pleasure.

 “Makes you punishment so much fun,” he groans, and the pace of his hips becomes rougher and shorter. “Fuck, goanna teach this bratty mouth of yours a lesson.”

You gag as he ruts into your mouth. You try to relax but cannot. Sukuna’s fingers keeping you on the edge of a glorious, I-missed-you-so-so-much orgasm.

“Are you sorry now? For using all those stupid nick manes while you texted me?” he asks knowing full well you cannot answer him. Only gag, cough, and moan.

 You can feel the drool start to roll up your face. Your head feels swimmy,  and your vision becomes darker. It is then that you realize that this is not just lust making you dizzy, it is all the blood rushing to your head.

Your shaky hand comes to rest on his hip. There are murky thoughts about you trying to push him away only for Sukuna fuck your mouth harder or digging your claws into the firm globes of his ass to press his cock deeper down your throat. But right now...

Feeling two light taps on his is like flipping a switch off in Sukuna’s head. He immediately pulls his cock out. You barely have time to take a deep breath in before your world is spinning. Your vision, on the edge of darkness, blurs and takes a moment longer than it should to clear. Sukuan is sitting there in the bed next to you. His hand is on the small of your bare back. The warmth seeps into your skin.

 “There, there,” his voice is soft and soothing, “I got ya doll.”

You take a few deep breaths as you relax into his hand. A few coughs interrupted the silence.

“Water?”

You nod and for a moment you are left to sit on your bed alone as Sukuan digs through your book bag for your water bottle. You smile fondly. You never told him where he could find your water bottle. Sukuan pulls out the water bottle and brings it to you. He knew exactly where to find it from the hundreds of times he had watched you pull from this same book bag when you came over.

 “Here,” he passes the water bottle over to you.

 Taking a long swig, you see the worrisome frown that weighs the corner of his lips down.

 “What’s wrong?”

 Sukuan is quiet for a minute. Your head feels better now that all the blood is not rushing to your head and your throat is not clogged by the thick girth of your boyfriend’s dick.

 “How are you feeling?”

 You set down your water bottle by that bed. You cup Sukuna's cheek, thumping trilling across the tattoos that line up. His cheekbone, “I’m feeling amazing, just got a little dizzy is all.”

 A soft smirk settles across his face, dips his head, and kisses your palm filling your chest with a warmth you had missed this whole break. Something catches in the back of your throat that you swallow down. You could cry later and figure out what that knot was all about. But right now…

Sukuan is surprised when you flop back down on your back. This time you lay your head so that is a bit more even to your chest and not fully hanging off the bed. You smile up.

 Sukuan smiles back, “God you are such a slutty brat. I love it.”

 Sukuna leans back over you, his cock slipping right back onto your awaiting mouth He gives you clit a slap making you cough around his cock. He thrusts a little more hurried now. He doesn’t want you almost passing out on him again.

You moan and gargle, a rough hand pushing down your hips as Sukuan counties to fuck your mouth.

 “Fuck just look at this you bratty little fucking slut. You soaked through you are. You are fucking like this don’t you?”

Like you can answer him. Not just because his cock is shoved so far down your throat but because you are moaning again as Sukuan seems to give you a break and rub your clit through the pair of cotton

 Pleasure makes you arch your back. You try to lean into his fingers only to have his fingers teasingly pull back just enough for the friction to lose its build.

“Remember to try and b-breath through nose brat, don’t want you passin’ out like this. Not when I am so fucking close.”

 And you can feel how close he is getting. He is getting messier. His hips are rutting into your mouth and are feral and uneven. His dick begins to twitch at the back of your throat

You love it. You love the spit dripping up your face, the heavy balls thumping against your forehead, and Sukuna’s grunt above you. Even the way he is teasing your soaked pussy, rubbing and changing the pressure just enough to keep you in the same spot of spine-tingling pleasure.

“Fuck doll, keep on moaning and groaning like that, feel so good round’ my dick. Gonna cum all over this pretty fahhh- face!”

You do not know what comes over you. but you do not want his cum plaster all over your face, mixing with snot and drool, no matter how hot that may sound. You want it inside you. You feel your fingernails digging into the globs of his ass. A feral groan is pulled from Sukuna’s throat. The slight pain sent him over.

  “Fu-Fucking…brat,” he seethes as you gag.

Sukuan hips stutter and his cock swells then spills its load down the back of your throat You gulp once, twice, and even then, some of his seed leaks out of the corner of your mouth.

You inhale and woosh out an exhale after Sukuan pulls out of your mouth. A sicky string of drool and cum connects your swollen lips to the flaccid cock. Sukuan helps you sit up. He takes in the sight of you with that goofy cock dunk smile across your face. His soft cock is still out, laying against your bare thing. His warm hand settles over your shoulder.

“You sure that was a punishment?” you tease laying against his chest, listening to the steady thump.

All it takes is a dark laugh that you hear fret his chest to make you stomach drop.

 “Oh, doll, that’s cute. You think I’m done? You think that me fucking your throat raw was  all your punishment?”

You move your head away and look up,” Yeah? And now we get to cuddle and enjoy that I’m back?”

There’s that mean smirk that is so hot and dreadfilling.

 “Sukuna-“

He slips you between his spread legs, “yes?”

“What is the rest of my punishment?”

He does not answer. He instead pinches the wet fabric of my panties between his fingers, pulls it apart from your skin then lets it go with a wet snap. You shiver at the slightly uncomfortable feeling. He then begins to tease you by rubbing you through them again, prodding at your entrance, but never going deep enough to penetrate you thanks to the cursed fabric.

“The rest is for me to know and you to figure it you,” he teases..

Sukuna pulls your soaked panties aside and dips two of his thick fingers inside you. With his other hand, he shoves two more into your mouth, pressing down you’re on your tongue.

 You feel your eyes roll back Sukuna’s fingers, knuckle deep inside your tight cunt, curl and push into a spot that makes you feel so damn good. Sukuna takes the opportunity to push his fingers deeper into your mouth 

 “shuku-“ you try to say but he adds a third finger to your mouth..

“Tsk, tsk, didn’t I tell you to use your hands doll?”

You shake your head. No that was not it all! you buck your hips into his touch and it only makes Sukuan chuckle at how quickly you get so desperate. It was so hot and never failed to make his cock stir. He continues to softly massage his fingers inside you.

“Oh, you want more?”

You eagerly nod.

 “Be careful. What you wish for doll,” is the only warning you get being Sukuna is jackhammering his fingers inside your sloppy cunt.

Thank God no one is here yet. They surely would hear the wet sound your pussy is making and the choking screams

You gurgle and cry, slimy drool dribbles down Sukuna’s fingers. He laughs and feels giddy and high from his post-orgasm and having you like this. He was getting hard again.

“What too much? Poor pussy can’t handle some rough play?”

 One of our hands is clawing at your wrist while you desperately buck your hips.                          

Then the bastard stops!          

 A sob escapes you as Sukuna pulls his fingers away from you. Now you are going to really cry.

“Sukunaaaaaa,” you wine.

 “Yes?”

“Ok, okokok! I’m sorry for the stupid nicknames. I-I’m super super sorry! Please, “ you blabber so frantic to cum.” Pretty please I’m sorry ok please. Please I need to cum. I need it so bad. I missed you makin’ me c-cum!“

 “See what good manners get you,” Sukuna’s tone changed into praise. “Such a good girl asking me so nicely and apologizing.”

  “yes,” You nod, “Such a good girl, your good girl. Please, please.”

“Fuck doll, alright lay down for me.”

You scramble off his lap and lay down in your bed. Sukuna rolls over between your legs, making quick work of pealing your panties off you. You hook your ankles at the base of his spine. Sukuna takes a moment to look down at you laid bare and needy for him.

“You look so pretty like this,” he says mostly to himself. So wet and needy for me. “So needy because I am the only one who can make you cum.”

His words have you clenching around nothing.

Though Sukuna’s naming nothing but mean and handsome his touch is gentle. Hands take your hips and pull you closer. The head of his flush cock rubs between your folds, gathering up your wetness and letting it dribble down his shaft making him full hard again.

 “Fuck who needs lube when you’re so wet like this?”

You wine, rolling your hips so his dick slides along your clit. You threw your head back at just a sliver of the feeling you had been needing this whole time.

 “Poor impatient little thing.”

“Sukuna, pl-please,” you huff.

“Yes, yes I know,” he says while most of his attention is still drawn down to your glistening pussy, ”Just let me enjoy this view a little longer doll.”

And what a view it is. Sukuan gives his cock a few good pumps to spread your wetness all over it. Slowly Sukuna lines himself up and pushes in. Somethin trembles inside Sukuna as he watches your hole stretch to accommodate his girth. The wet heat hugging his cock makes him feel like he could cum right there.

 You, tossing your head this way and that, feeling Sukuna slowly stretch out. You feel so full once his hips are pushing into yours. Your legs squeeze around Sukuan as a smile stretches across your face. Everything feels so good right now. Sukuna’s cock fit snuggly inside you,  the peaceful sound of your and Sukuna’s labored breaths, the warmth that radiated from him, and just knowing that you were not home anymore.

“Look at that smile, “ Sukuan says as he leans over you, “ So happy to be stuffed full again? Did you miss it? Were your fingers not enough?”

   “ I missed you too dummy,” you tell him not quite realizing your mistake.

  But Sukuna does. He muzzles his face in the crook of your neck laughing to himself mostly.

  “Sukun-ah~” your voice tapper off in a nigh moan as the man pulls almost all the way back and than snaps his hips back.

The sound that rumbles for Sukuna is something between another laugh and a long groan. Your hands scramble the warmth around his neck for something to hang onto.

“What did just say about the nicknames brat?”  his questions sound like more a of threat to your ears.

 “I-I wasn’t-“

 “I didn’t ask for excuses,” Sukuna says before giving your neck a mean nip. “ But if you wanna act stupid then I’ll fuck you stupid.

Oh fuck.

Sukuna starts out with a brutal pace and thank fuck you went and called him a dummy because he does not think he can hold himself back. It sounds so pathetic that he missed your body this much. He can barely think himself. His mind is consumed by your slippery cunt clamping down with feral thrusts of his hips.

“Fuck, missed you so so much doll, “ he says against your skin.

“Su-Sukuna,” is the only word you seem to know right now.

His pace is fast, brutal, and desperate. Your heart thrumming because it means that he missed you just as much as you missed him.

It feels so perfect. Everything feels so good. Each time Sukuna’s hips come down his pubic mound h bumps your clit in such a perfect way.

Your back arches as a high-pitch-grateful whine escapes you. Pleasure, Euphoria, and then even more pleasure washes over you as you cum. Sukuna wheezes. When he tries to regain any sense of sanity oh he breath he just hears him moaning.

Your walls are milking him dry. They clamp down on him as his cums fill you. Sukuan keeps thrusting in and out until his body collapses beside you and his cock is spent.

“Fuuuck, that was good.”

You hum moving closer. Sukuna slings an arm around you waits and pulls you close. The room was just filled with your labored breaths. You felt sweat, slippery, muscles burning and sticky. But it was perfect. You have yourself a boyfriend who is grumpy and has face tattoos that make you feel so giddy and real.

“I want a shower,” You break the comfortable silence.

“I want food,” Sukuan adds.

“Ohhhh yes, takeout. I don’t wanna leave.”

Sukuan could not think of anything more perfect.

[gamerwoman3d]

Okay. New list of thirsty things the MK1 characters can do with you using titan magic.

Ty to @matchbet-allofthetime for inspiration the list lmao

🔞 🔞 🔞 Spicy/Explicit after the cut 🔞 🔞 🔞

Reblog and tag with your favorite MK1 titan so I know who we're thinking about [and so I can write character specific additions for]

Imagine dry humping some MK1 character, straddling their leg as they grind it between your thighs, then suddenly boom - titan amulet- and the leg between your thighs is suddenly thicker.

They can catch you between their thighs and keep you forever.

They can keep you pressed down entirely with hands that can splay entirely across your back

They can wrap a hand entirely around your thigh

They can hold both your hands at once

They can pin both your wrists over your head at once

Lift your legs up around them like you're a human wheelbarrow

Hold you down on the ledge of a stage-height object. [The hood of a full-sized truck for example.] Your toes could dangle well above the ground and they'd still be able to rail you from behind, flat footed.

All of them is bigger at that point.

Bigger thighs

bigger hands

Bigger feet

I'm not even excited about the bigger cock when they got-

Bigger thicker longer fingers

Bigger thumbs

Thicker longer tongues.

Pregame with oral sex would be insane - it's splitting you open wider while plunging deeper.

For penis-owner-operators, oral cavity is wider/longer/deeper with broader/longer tongue, more muscle in the throat, probably more suction power, and a gag reflex that is further back than normal.

Laying on them would be more like laying on furniture.

Bigger bitemarks if you're into that.

Handjobs more intense across all genders.

Size queens can break a sweat.

Itty bitty pussy committe can run a peg race on the 10 digits, working up from smallest finger to largest finger to tongue. If cock is too big it can still be used to tease before the titan magic can be deactivated and the regular-sized cock brings some relief.

One hand around the neck would go all the way around the neck.

One hand on each asscheek would give much fuller coverage

Both hands around your waist and their fingertips interlace over your spine while the thumbs touch over your naval.

Alternatively Both hands around your waist and their fingertips interlace over your naval while the thumbs touch behind your back.

Making you ride their knee the entire time because they know you can't *actually* take it no matter how much you beg

Making you ride their hand/finger for the same reason

Giving in after you've been soaked with lube and -

Impaling you on their cock just to watch you slowly slide down and stretch out around it, letting gravity itself pull you down, Vlad Tepish style

Getting sick of gravity and lifting you back up by the thighs with their forearms like a forklift just to slap their hips up against you, driving it back in all the way

Nipple sucking means a lot more breast tissue past the lips

Can hold you down over their knee/lap and finger you with as big /as many fingers as it takes to reach your goals

Backscratches that leave no skin untraced

Can grab more hair or palm your entire head if you're into that

Can wrap whole hand around your hand while you're trying to give them a handjob, even if your hands can barely get around their shaft.

Can hold you down on his face.

To Doja Cat's joy, noses now up to 2x bigger in some cases.

Can absolutely hold you in a way that stops your hips from shaking

But not your insides, those still quivver.

Don't forget to tag your favorite titan! (Reblog and tag with your favorite MK1 titan so I know who we're thinking about [and so I can write character specific additions for])