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I agree!

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I love your writing!

Thanks a ton! Most of what are right is just rambles, but I’m glad to see that people are enjoying this 

[notsominx]

3:14 AM and I’m thinking of…pantie rubbing.

Especially with Gojo. Idk he gives me the vibes.

He’ll rubs you through your panties, loving the way the wet patch grows. Knowing that he can be the only one to do this to you. Rubbing and pinching you clit, just to watch your body jerk.

You were so needy and want to cum but he doesn’t let you. “Tch..such a needy girl~” He taunts you, pushing his fingers into your pussy as all as pushing your panties into you. He’s hard watching you cunt clenching the wet cloth.

You were desperate for him and he liked that. “Mm..you’re going to ruin these one..don’t do that~” he teased, slowly spitting over your panties.

A/N: Another rant, this time I was thinking of Gojo but as I’m done, this is totally a Keaya thing too.

[notsominx]

She is me, I am her

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Ngl this right here has me baffled and I would fall for this shit

Favorite Secretary

Yan!CEO x GN (secretary) Reader

Tw: yandere behavior, smut, mind corruption

AN; Sorry for any mistakes, and no plot- smut :p

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Gasping for air as you grasp his desk as he keeps fucking you. Trying to keep your moans down as his cock fits perfectly into your hole, as if it was made for him and that just made him more feral. He wants to hear more of you, if only you didn't have to be quite while he fucks you brainless. Every time both of you have sex he is very happy about ruining your career, he did everything in his power to make sure you only work with him. That you are under his control. He made sure you got rejected and blacklisted from working anywhere else but his company. Even better that you are his secretary, it helps to make sure you are closer to him than before.

He keeps ramming into you and grabs your waist tightly, making sure you don't fall onto his desk. He wants to make sure you feel his dick inside of you, at some point he pulls you up and makes you sit on his dick. Opening up your legs and just starts ramming his dick into your hole, you lost it and moaned loudly. You can't help it, his dick feels good as he keeps going in and out, it doesn't help that he is taller and buffer to. He has all that muscle and it wasn't for show, it's something that he can use to his advantage.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. You love taking my cock right? Panting like crazy, grabbing my arm as if that can stop me from being in your tight hole."

You couldn't say anything but moan. His dick is too good, too good for you to mumble anything but a slight 'yes'. Grabbing his arms as he goes into you, begging to cum. You can't help it- his dick is too good for you to keep it in longer and you just need to let it go. You can't think straight anymore besides his dick. You hate it, you wish that you didn't have to come to this life. If only you didn't get blacklisted from the job site, you could have been anywhere else. But on the other hand you can't deny, this job is good and it helps keep you afloat in the current world. If only your CEO wasn't so.... obsessed with you, but I guess that comes with the job.

"I will only cum if you beg for it." "Please let me cum! Let me, please please," You kept blabbing, unable to make coherent sentences or thoughts. His dick is too much for you. "Cum then, since you're desperate enough for my dick."

As soon as you came, he still kept going. At this point you felt overwhelmed and your legs shake violently. Soon after he came inside of you- no warning as you feel his cum inside of you. Gasping as he slowly pulls his dick out, watching his cum drip out of your hole.

"Good.. you did so well. I'm proud of my little secretary, taking my dick well. But you did moan loudly... ah well that's another time. Good job." Smiling as he helps clean you up, dressing you in your outfit and watching you struggle to leave his office as if nothing happened.

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Below this is old writing, I didn't like the way it was heading so yeah, didn't feel like deleted it LOL

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ You always kept quiet and did your own things. Wondering why the CEO would make you be his own secretary, didn't he have one before? You wonder what happened to them. Shaking your head you continued your job, scheduling meetings, responding to emails, all sorts of boring but important tasks. While in the mists of your task, Lux, the CEO called you to his office. That's weird, he never called you to his office unless it was an emergency. Aka you fucked up. Gulping, you finished up sending the last email and began to walk up to his office.

While you were walking up to his office, Lux was eagerly waiting for you. He has done so much to get you to be this close, just a bit more and you will be his. He was able to mess up your life to the point to where you now depend on this job to survive. He was getting tired of his old sectary anyways, but you. You were appealing to him. Something about you appealed to his taste, you were someone so pure, kind-hearted, something that he mostly lacked. You touched his heart when he first saw you in that small café. He was going to pass that until he heard your voice, and than he saw you. You captivated his attention. He just had to have you. To make you his. He smiles as he eagerly waited for you, he just can't wait to make you his. No matter what.

You made it to his office, standing in front of it you softly knocked. Hearing a muffled 'come in' you opened the door. Lux. The CEO sitting in his desk, smiling at you and gesturing to come closer to his desk. You do, very shakily. When you arrived at his desk, he stands up and walks towards you, Lux towering over you as he slowly leans in to your face. You slowly back away from him until your back hits his desk.

Glancing up at him he smirks, one of his hands holds the back of your hair and yanks it. Making you look at his ceiling and felt his breath on your neck. Kissing your neck as his other hand travels down into your pants. Gasping as he quickly unbottles your pants and watching it slide down.

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5:06 AM and I’m thinking of…just the tip.

Like he knows you can take his whole cock if you tried. Though he can’t help but feel a bit guilty hearing your small whines of “It’s…too big..mm..I c-can’t.”

“Yes you can..you’re being so good for me. Just a bit more.” He mumbles pushing more of his mushroom tip into your tight cunt.

Your insides fluttered and squeezes around his tip, denying him to go any further. He lets out a groan of how good you feel. Slowly he starts thrusting, only fucking you with his tip.

Sooner you’ll have to adjust to his size, but for now, fucking with just the tip is fine.

A/N: This was just a rant since this been on my mindddd, Needa write this better whenever I can.

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This gave me chills, anything for a band boy 😳🙏

Dating a Yandere Bandboy

Pairing: Male!Yandere Bandboy x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gaslighting, yandere behavior, concerts, kissing, love songs, backstage make out sessions, jealousy, marks, scratching, fingering, sex toys in public, masturbation

A/N: Never been with a bandboy but I know they're pupular.

Yandere!Bandboy writes every song for you. Runs the lyrics by you before performance to get your approval. At least so he says but he's already decided that he's gonna sing this song for you, but he asks anyway because he wants your approval early.

Yandere!Bandboy gives you his band shirt after as soon as they're done making them. You have to be the one to wear it first. Insists that you wear it to every concert, you look better in it than any fangirl that attends.

Yandere!Bandboy calls you late at night to tell you song ideas he's come up with while thinking of you. You've always been his inspiration, when he lacks it he only needs to take you out on a date and he's writing again. And you wouldn't want his band to run out of songs now.

Yandere!Bandboy needs you to give him a good luck kiss before every performance. It often turns into a lot more than a kiss with you ending up on the couch and his hips grinding against you between your legs. He can't go on the stage with a tent in his pants, he needs this, needs you.

Yandere!Bandboy wears long shirts that hide the scratch marks you leave on his back. His naked body is only for you. Every other fangirl can have their wet dreams about him but he assures you that you are and will always be the only girl in his life.

Yandere!Bandboy hates it when he sees posters of other bands in your room. You're not cheating on him are you, listening other men's voices before bed, or while you're masturbating? Only his voice right? It's the only one that gets you off.

Yandere!Bandboy makes you look at those other posters while he fucks you, bounces you up and down on his cock with your pussy on display. He would, and will do this for real if you keep looking at other bands. He's not above fucking you in front of them, making them see where there place is while he puts you in your place.

Yandere!Bandboy insists that you wear a toy while attending his band practices. You have to sit perfectly still on that couch, pretending like your pussy isn't making a mess of it because of the vibrator that's activated and controlled by his voice. Can't even get up from your seat because if you do his bandmates would see the wet stain on it.

Yandere!Bandboy fingers you in the back of the tour bus his friends rented. Under the soft blankets, away from view while he casually talks with his friends. His hands, his fingers are important to him so he needs to practice with them always.

Yandere!Bandboy always looks at you while singing, he needs to make sure you know every song, every word, every note is played for you. Doesn't see the crowd, the cheers, only you and your dazzling eyes. You are all that matters, his sole reason for performing.

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❤ Wirothelesy ❤

Tw: fluff fanfic, afab!reader, cheesy writing (though I like it a lot) This was a request from @mitsumina12345 (sorry this took awhile and I hope you like it!)

Wriothesley is more than happy you took his offer and came to the Meropid. Though he would like if you came more often. He understands that your job keeps you on your feet. Yet he really likes when you’re around. He’s always find some way to be near you, like inviting over for afternoon tea on weekends or saying that Sigewinne misses you. And just as before, he’s touchy. Just simple gestures of kissing your hand when you greet each other or having his hand around your waist as you walk through the fortress. 

He wonders if he really has your attention the way you have his. Wriothesly makes it a big concern when you are over in the fortress. Although after doing the deed with you a few weeks ago, he hadn’t properly confessed. 

Wriothesley isn’t an awkward person, yet he’s not an aristocrat like you. So he doesn’t have the social tendency as you do. Which makes him feel so nervous. He’s not a nervous person but after living under the sea for many years, he lack some ques as the folk on the surface. Which is also why he finds it hard to confess. 

He’s so stressed to tell you how he feels around you that even Sigewinne takes notice to this. “Just tell her. Miss Y/N likes you too. I’m sure of it! Her dopamine levels are higher when she sees you.” The little nurse would always tell him. Though Wriothesley is skeptical of her logic. Sigewinne may see things humans can’t but how is she to know what romantic feelings are, she’s just a kid.

Because Wriothesely hadn’t taken her advice, Sigewinne would take the matters into her own hands. 

Whenever you stopped by, she would always make lunches for the both of you and said it was a date. Or even say that to her you were like her mom and Wriothelsey was like her dad. 

Wriothesely would always give her a stern scold saying that she was making you uncomfortable when in reality it was him who was over thinking. 

Soon Sigewinne would get Neuvillette into the mix. He’sj also telling Wriothelsey the same things. 

“Do a small gesture for her. I see that is fitting for a lady as such as Y/N.” Neuvillette suggested one time as he was over for tea. And to Wriothesley it seemed like a great idea.

Wriothesley loved the idea. Yet he couldn’t figure out what to say or do. You’re an aristocrat, surely you had high standards and would prefer an criminal like him. Plus what would you family even think of him. Even if you were giving him the signs of your interest, he just could never bring his feelings into words.

One Saturday, he finally decided to take the bull by it’s horns. He had been planning for weeks. Neuvillette even helped him. He had flowers and a nice tux (although it was more of Neuvillette style, he hoped to impress you.)

Knocking on your door and waiting for 45 seconds felt like a lifetime. A cold sweat runs down his forehead as he takes a hankie and wiped it. 

“Wirothesley? Good evening. I’m surprised you’re here.” You greet him with a small smile once you opened the door. You take notice of his difference appearance, he was really handsome. He knew today was your day off because Neuvillette told him. Yet seeing you other than your work clothes made him see you more like a lady. The frills on your gown and the lace of your gloves, you were honestly a beauty. This makes him more nervous, but he was already here.

“Good evening. Uh..these are for you.” Wriothseley presents you the flowers and you thank him with in awe. You invited him in, which he hesitated before stepping in. Your home was lively, it got him wondering how the home you both would make look like. He was already thinking of marriage even before confessing to you.

Minutes go by as you tried to get Wriothelsey to settle down, yet he was so tensed. You can get the hint of what he’s here for, yet you don’t want to push him over the edge. Though you must admit with every word he stumbled over and the way he wiped his sweaty hands on his pants was cute. “..I came here to talk.” He said after a few sips of water you offer. “About us, if you don’t mind.”

You gave him a small smile, as you gave your undivided attention to him. “I really like you Y/N. Like, Ya’know?” His tongue ran dry. That’s not rehearsed. He feels like a idiot now. Though even if you were giving soft understanding eyes. He feels as if he’s making a fool of himself. 

“Wrio. Wiro~?” You waved your hand in front of him as he somehow stared at you frozen. Luckly Sigewinne prepared him this for this matter. She wrote him a letter for you but told him to not read it (which he did listen.) Hastily he pulls the paper out of his pocket before handing it to you. 

“Wrioseley likes you. You’re like his medicine, but he couldn’t tell you himself.” Her handwriting was childish and cute. You like how straightforward she is. You could hold backyour giggles. 

As you were giggling,Wiroseley’s heart sank. “What did that little devil write?” He asked, trying to pry the letter from your hands. “Na-uh. This is mine now, you can’t look.” You teased, hiding it away from him. This turns into a small play fight, until he tackled you down. As you both were flustered staring right at each other, you smiled and lean up to his lips. Placing a small kiss. 

“I like you too Wrio.” 

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Love that the key part of cnc is consent. I love the fact that someone can trust me so fully so completely they're willing to give their body to me to do with as I please.

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♡//❤ Wirothelesy ♡//❤

Tw: Sex with plot, P in V, ReaderFab!, rough sex? perverted behavior?

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It was mostly an excuse to meet you. Hiring an attorney for a business proposal between the Fortress and some tea merchants in Liyue. You were said to be the best attorney in all of Fontaine, which piqued Wriothesley's interest. You had created a name for yourself outside of your aristocratic family. So he hired you to see for himself.

Working with Wriothesley is fairly easy, even if he was witty and had some odd eerie feeling about him at times. Yet you found the time in Merpioed quite peaceful despite what was said on the surface.

 But to Wriothesley it was hard working with you.

He found you enduring to say the least.

Yet he never had your attention. Even when it’s the both of you in his office, you seem strictly stuck on business. Nothing wrong with that, He totally respects that. But how can he when his cock is strained in his pants from seeing in your work attire, or the way you bend across his desk to point at some documents. 

So he tried getting your attention. Always finding a way to place his hand around your hip when you found yourself in a conversion with others around the Fortress. Or when you're reaching for a file on a shelf, he’ll come help you, pressing against your ass as he reaches for what you need behind you. 

You thought you were reading things a little. Of course he was touchy. Yet he seemed that way towards everyone. Like some kind of friendly gesture, the way Wriothesley pats Neuvillette’s shoulder, or the way he slings his arm around Clorinde’s shoulders. 

But it seems he was friendlier with you. Honestly, it was starting to district you for what you came here to do. And seeing that made him more touchy.

Wriothesley took it as his opportunity.

Now hugging you from behind, touching your spine or even playing with your hair. You should say something about it, he was so unserious with the business proposal that he supposably wanted.  

Though because you haven’t said anything, it fuels him more. Was he getting your attention? Should he just bend you over anywhere and fuck you until you noticed what you did? Who's going to stop him if he did. He can fuck you anywhere in the Merpoid if he liked, after all, he is the Duke. The thought of that makes him hard. Having you in anyway in his land, 

It was well over a month and you finally got a response back from the merchants in Liyue, and they said yes. You never doubted yourself, knowing that you’ll get this proposal done for Wriothesley. 

“We should celebrate. Later on tonight once the prisoners are asleep.” 

You would’ve said ‘no.’ Because you’re not a big party fan, but after realizing it’s just Wriothesley, he probably meant some kind of tea party. So you agreed, 

Later on that night, you walked into Wriothesley office. From there, you both had tea and talked about yourselves a little. 

You don’t remember entirely how it happened, maybe it was when you said something about his touchy nature, or when he told you how you affected him. But here you are bending over on his desk as he bullied his dick into you.

“Sh…you don’t want to wake up anyone do you? Or maybe you want them to hear how much of a cock whore you are.” He chuckles into your ear, leaning over your body. His hands dig into your sides, keeping your ass all high and mighty for him. 

He could just bust the way your butt ripples each time his pelvis bucks against it. You couldn’t keep down your whines and whimpers, your nails marking his desk as you try desperately to stay grounded. 

His cock was fat and the way he paced himself with no mercy makes you quiver and weak in the knees. Your weeping cunt takes him so well, squeezing around him veiny member. “Fuck..ah..you’re tight.” He pants from behind you, all you can do is babble something incoherent. You were close. So close. And he can tell. 

Wriothesley is such a tease, pulling all the way out with his tip still in you, only to slam back into you. Your body jolts and you came from that. It felt great too. Just having your pussy dripping around him as he leans on you, trailing his hand down to rub your clit. “Mm..do me a favor doll..come back to the Merpoid more often..~” 

Does he have your attention now?

[notsominx]

Ughhhhh I need thisssss

OBSESSIVE FANBOY! NANAMI X IDOL! READER HC

content warning: yandere themes, stalking, age gap, breeding kink, bodyguard! Nanami, clothed sex, baby trapping, pervy! nanami

requests and taglist are open!

18+ only minors and ageless blogs will be blocked!

might make a separate drabble for this as well depending on how well my hcs do

— NANAMI KENTO

Fanboy! Nanami who finds out about you after your group disbands

Fanboy! Nanami who was never a fan until he saw your solo debut

Fanboy! Nanami who doesn’t look like a fan but knows all the lyrics to your songs

Fanboy! Nanami who keeps his interest in you very lowkey only telling his friends who introduced him to your music especially because you’re a couple years younger than him

Fanboy! Nanami has a fan account but has his identity completely hidden, only posting every single picture of you that’s ever taken, gaining lots of followers because of the rare pics he has

Fanboy! Nanami who follows your friends and family on social media and them, shockingly becoming mutuals with him because he truly doesn’t look like a fan

Fanboy! Nanami who has a photocard of you in his wallet

Fanboy! Nanami who has decorated top loaders with your photocards in them

Fanboy! Nanami who wears masks to your fanmeets cause he’s actually nervous about blushing the entire time in front of you

Fanboy! Nanami who can’t get over how much prettier you are in person, complimenting you, watching you get preen at the compliment making him stir inside

Fanboy! Nanami who type changed after he saw you, only ever taking interest in someone if they look similar to you

Fanboy! Nanami who’s in denial about his obsession with you

Fanboy! Nanami who watches every single video he can find of you religiously, always getting annoyed when made interviewers hit on you

Fanboy! Nanami saying he only follows you to from places you go to make sure your safe

Fanboy! Nanami who takes pictures of you throughout your day, telling himself he’s only doing it for other fans

Fanboy! Nanami who jerks off to videos of you dancing, always feeling guilty after he cums all over himself

Fanboy! Nanami who befriends people at your agency to know more about you

Fanboy! Nanami who switches his job once’s he’s offered a bodyguard position through one of his old classmate and (kinda) friend Gojo, only swearing it’s to protect you from crazy fans (but he knows Gojo is just like him)

Fanboy! Nanami who’s completely quiet around you, only engaging when you do with him, mentally telling himself he’s better than other fans for not exposing his deep interest in you

Fanboy! Nanami who can’t help but blush when you tell him he’s handsome and strong, thanking you with his head down

Fanboy! Nanami who knows that you like him… only cause he overhead you telling your friends on the phone when you thought he was in the bathroom but never acts on it as a “good fan”

Fanboy! Nanami who steals your clothes when you’re on stage, using your panties to jerk himself off later

Fanboy! Nanami who tracks your ovulation cycle, telling himself it’s only to help you when you’re on your period

Fanboy! Nanami who’s obsession becomes too much for him when he gets invited inside of your apartment, immediately sighing upon realizing your home smells exactly like you, complimenting you on it

Fanboy! Nanami who walks around your house while you make some food, stuffing things into his work bag as he makes his way back to you

Fanboy! Nanami who’s gone too far as a fan, backing you into a wall, kissing your neck and collarbone, making you gasp, telling you how he knows you want him.

Fanboy! Nanami who bends you over your counter, pulling your pink dress up over your ass, spreading your cheeks before pulling you up by your shoulder, back pressed again his chest while he groped your tits, enjoying the way you moan and bite your lip

Fanboy! Nanami who eats you out for hours, telling you how pretty you are every time he makes you cum and how you’d look even better with your legs shaking around his head

Fanboy! Nanami who doesn’t even take his pants, just pulling his cock out, rubbing himself between your thighs, telling you how pretty you are and how good you are for him before pulling your panties to the side, thirsting deep into you, groaning as he bottoms out of your tight pussy

Your back is pressed against your couch, legs over his shoulder as he plows into your soaking hole. Feeling your pussy tighten as he leans down to kiss you with your legs near your head. One hand by your head the the other sneaking down to rub your bundle of nerves. He breaks away from the kiss, leaning down to kiss and suck on your neck. His heavy breathing and groan making you reach your peak.

“Fuck— i’ve always wanted this pussy.” He pants as he bites your shoulder, making you whimper. “Waited for so long baby, seeing you dance in stage like a filthy little attention whore. You wanted a fan like me didn’t you pretty girl?” He groans into your ear, quickening his pace.

Fanboy! Nanami who fucks you raw, telling you it’s cause of how tight you feel and he’ll pull out

Fanboy! Nanami who can’t help but go harder and deeper whenever you tell him not to cum inside you cause it’s not a safe day, even tho he already knows

Fanboy! Nanami who already lost control of his obsession, promising to never let you go and can’t stop once he’s balls deep in your pussy

Fanboy! Nanami who shoved your panties in your mouth, gagging you before apologizing and kissing your face, picking up his pace as he twitches inside you. He presses himself deeper inside you, apologizing over and over as he cums deep inside you cunt.

“Fuck, You can always have a comeback after you have my baby, yeah?” He smiles at you, slipping his cock back inside you

[notsominx]

🟢 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.

🟢 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.

🟢 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.

🟢 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.

🟢 You are still a writer when you aren't published.

🟢 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.

🟢 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.

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Men are victims too, to anything, just as what happens to man can happen to a woman!! This might sound like I’m against feminism, but I only stand with women who do respect men and everyone

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

[notsominx]

Just another passionate gal

♡ Wannabe novelist

♡ Ageless or minors will be blocked

♡ Request are open, unless I get too busy

♡ Here for fun and good critics

♡ Love to chat

♡ Book recommends are always good (read anything)

♡ Love horror!!

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Unprotected sex, Fem! Reader, Soft/lazy fuck, Sex with plot?

Just imagine how it may be, you two got intimate the first time. Choso taking his time with you, despite wanting to rag doll you, he just wants to be as gentle as possible.

He wants you to enjoy it as much as him; asking questions like: “Is this alright? My love, do you like it when I do this?” His voice is much softer from what you’re use to. His fingers felt so enticing, inching across every bit of skin, curve, body acne or birthmark. He touches ALL of you. He wants you to feel amazing.

“I can’t help myself…I’ve been wanting this.” He’ll whisper in your ear. You smile in response, feeling elastic. Slowly but surely each of your clothing has come off. You can’t help but stare at his broad body. You can feel his warm callousness hand guide you to comfort.

You get to admire him entirely. Not just for his naked body in front of you, but the compassion he gives, just more than enough to make your heart beat faster. Choso eyes stare at you so fondly. The feeling you give him, he wants more. He wants you to know how much you mean to him. He feels like his actions would never be enough, his words not too expressive, yet you know his heart and he knows yours.

Slowly he leans back down, kissing you again. Unlike the first time, this one was heavier, needing. His hand trails lower to your thighs, gripping lightly as he spreads your legs open. Choso's brown throbbing tip teases against your folds as he is focused on kissing you.

You bite his bottom lip when he finally pushes himself into you. Inch by inch, stretching you out painfully good. He was so thick, his veins grinding into your gummy walls. You trace the scars on his back and he quietly moans. Soon he began his thrust. Both of you moaning from the slow yet perfect pace. He rubs against your sensitive places making your cunt throb, sucking him in place in your heat. "Ngh...ha..you feel so good..." He moans.

You warp your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer to you. Mating position might be your favorite to feel him close, the passion that comes off of him. Everything Choso does is so cute and it turns you on more. The both of you were just there, fucking lazily and compassionate. Your hands touch his hair, making him more sensitive and his kisses trail to your neck, marking you in the way he wants. His teeth and tongue felt so good on your skin, leaving tinges from your neck to your aching pussy.

Choso's thrust becomes more frantic, his cock grinding into you more and more. Your moans become louder, saying his name repeatedly. Sweat forms at your forehead as he held your hips tightly, muttering: "Sorry...ah...more...I want...mmore of you." He's very vocal about what he desires. Your nails lightly dig into his back, your hips moving along with him.

Soon, you were gushing around him, your heat pulses. Yet he doesn't stop. His thrust steadily sped up, carrying out your orgasm longer. Even after he came, he kept going. His and your moans echo with the sound of your hips slapping together.

It was overestimating, yet he didn't want to stop, neither did you want him to. Choso kept pounding you, telling you how much he needs you around, and how much he adores you.

With all your heart, you can't get enough of him, neither can he get enough of you.

[notsominx]

COLD HANDS, WARM HEART.

wriothesley x fem!reader summary : spending your night far away from everything and everyone with your lover in a cabin on a cold night, you finally uttered your deepest wish to him. wc : 3k tags : +18, smut, fluff, established relationship, talks about children, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, wrio about to unleash his breeding kink

The fire casted shadows along the walls as it danced in the fireplace, the warmth and crackling of burning wood creating a cosy ambience that could have made you fall asleep right then and there on the floor. Cold winters in Fontaine weren’t unusual yet you could not remember the last time you had seen thick layers of snow like the ones that currently covered the meadows and mountains of your homeland like large fluffy clouds. 

A cold breeze rushed inside the little wooden cabin and made you shiver when Wriothesley slipped inside, nudging the door shut with his foot while carrying piled up pieces of wood in his arms. You smiled at the sight of his reddened nose and cheeks, flakes of snow sprinkled all over his hair and slowly melting away, leaving back a trace of slightly damp curls. 

“Hope this will be enough for the night.” He sighed, neatly stacking the wood in the little basket beside the fireplace before he joined you on the woven carpet. “Good thing you stayed inside. It’s so damn cold.” 

“‘Course, otherwise I would have turned into an icicle.” You smirked, remembering how Wriothesley earlier had threatened to tie you to the bed because you had begged him to let you accompany him outside to get the wood. Apparently, wanting to watch your handsome boyfriend use his astonishing strength to chop wood had been too much to ask for. However, the shriek that you let out when his bare hands touched your neck was proof enough that staying inside had not been such a bad idea. 

“Shared sorrow is half the sorrow.” You grabbed his wrists, liberating yourself from the frosty feeling on your skin, and instead tried to gently envelop his hands in your smaller and especially warmer ones. Wriothesley studied you with curious eyes as your thumbs traced tender circles along the back of his hands while warming them up with your warm breath. 

“You don’t need to do that.” Your movements halted, and you looked up at him befuddled. He went out by himself in that freezing cold, the least you could do was make sure that he was warm and- “Share my sorrows.”

Bearing others burdens on his own shoulders was a piece of cake for Wriothesley, because somehow he always managed to take care of them very easily. Yet the melancholic smile that he would shoot you every time you stated the desire to help him was a clear sign of a deeply rooted self-destructive habit. And despite knowing that it was only a way to keep you away from any further unnecessary trouble, in some situations it felt more like a brick wall that he cemented between the both of you. 

“You’re right.” You stated matter-of-factly, leaning over to ruffle his hair and ridding him of the residue snowflakes. “But I want to. And the next time you threaten to tie me to a piece of furniture, I’ll simply handcuff you to the bed.” 

“Threatening me with a good time, huh? Sweetheart, you should really work on your bargaining strategies.” His smug smirk turned into a lighthearted chuckle when he saw you scoff and turn your head away from him in annoyance. Though your body did not resist even an ounce when one of his arms encircled your waist and pulled you closer against him into a tight embrace. You instinctively snuggled into his side, the knitted pullover that he was wearing making him look tamer and more cuddlesome than his usual dress shirt and tie.  

Coming here was a good idea. Far away from Wriothesley’s duties as well as your own work, no court cases or due dates for your reports; you were grateful for some uninterrupted shared time with him even if only for a few days. It’s what you both were in need of. Especially since there were matters that had somehow been lingering on your mind and soul for a while now-

Soft tender touches were shared as the snowfall outside the window slowly started to get heavier. His hands along your hips and waist, sliding underneath your pullover to caress and feel the heat of your skin, your lips on his jaw and cheeks, feeling the light stubble on his face. Slow and teasing movements that made your skin tingle and heart do somersaults, the awareness of how happy this man’s presence was making you, bringing a genuine smile to your lips. 

“Want me to make some tea?” You eventually asked when you detached yourselves from each other for a moment. Tilting your head slightly, you looked at him. The fire casted an orangish light over the side of his face, the flame reflecting and swirling in the deep blue of his eyes and risking hypnotising you if you wouldn’t stop staring right into them.

“Nah, maybe later.” 

“Did you just deny an offer of tea? Are you sick?” You giggled and watched his own lips form into a wolfish grin. In the blink of an eye, you were tackled and pinned to the carpet while Wriothesley’s body now loomed over yours and caged you between his arms. “I see so now it’s sex over tea?”

With nothing but the fire illuminating the cosy bedroom, you looked so ethereal. Your hair was sprawled around your head like a halo, and your skin felt so soft and warm as he glided his fingertips along your cheek and further down to your neck where he started littering light fleeting kisses. “Of course not, my love. It’s you over tea.” He spoke between each kiss. “You over everything.” 

A gasp escaped you when the sweet kisses turned into teasing bites, heat already pooling between your legs at the way he sucked on your skin, finishing his markings with light traces of his tongue. Your legs instinctively spread, letting him slot himself between them as he kept assaulting your neck, tasting you, inhaling you in such a fervent way that he made it seem like you have been separated from each other for months. And in some kind of way, it truly felt so. One tiring day after another had led to the both of you being so exhausted and depleted of energy that your shared bed had solely served as a way to recharge your batteries before the next same draining day would arrive with the same taxing work and tasks to be completed. 

His breath hitched when your hands slid into his hair, and with the tight grip you had on his strands, you noticed him lower his body, his hips grinding against yours and letting you feel the prominent growing bulge in his pants. 

“Mr. Wriothesley.” You suppressed a wince once you noticed that your attempted comment did not sound as teasing as you had hoped it would when you were so out of breath and desperate for him. “Don’t tell me we’re about to have sex on the floor when there’s a king size bed right next to us.” 

“Oh, shut up.” Blindly reaching to his side, Wriothesley tore the soft blanket off the bed, the both of you spreading it properly before you hurriedly settled on top of it. “There, better now?”

Though in all honesty, you could not care less about whether the ground beneath you was cushioned or not, whether you did it on the floor or in a thousands of mora expensive bed, as long as it was him that your hands got to touch, as long as it was him that got under your skin and never let go of you. His patience was slowly crumbling to the ground and disappearing into nothingness as much as yours was. His touches became more eager, with rough hands groping your chest, and lips nearly devouring you, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue- It was so easy for him to make a mess out of you. 

The fabric of your jumper was soon bunched up, and your bra pulled further down to let the fat of your tits spill out of it. The warmth of his lips wrapped around your nipples as he started sucking on one while his thumb and forefinger played with the other, the corners of his mouth turning upwards when he noticed you arching your back. “Fuck, missed these tits so much.” He rasped, drunk on your body and the way it felt beneath his hands. His tongue slid around your areolas, sucking and biting at the plump flesh of your breasts until they glistened with his saliva. 

Once you two finally pulled back to completely rid yourselves of the clothes and fabrics that created a barrier between you, you were almost astonished at the light shake in your hands and breath, adrenaline and hormones having riled you up like a desperate teenager. Breathless chuckles and giggles echoed through the dimly lit room while you hopelessly struggled to undo buttons here, unclasp a bra there, and unzip and tear off legs of pants. Wriothesley hissed in pain when you harshly tugged the thick woollen pullover over his head, his helix getting caught in the fabric before you yanked it off him a little too harshly.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He spoke nonchalantly, rubbing over the apex of his ears to soothe the sting, and settled back between your legs which you deliberately wrapped around his waist. Digging your heels into his lower back, you pulled him almost impossibly closer as if any space left between your bodies would physically hurt you. With a hushed sorry, you trailed your mouth along the shell of his pierced ear, hearing and feeling his laboured exhales brush across your face when the pads of his fingers finally stroked along your already soaked folds. He played with you. Smearing your arousal over your clit, the circles he drew on the erected little bud made you let out the sweetest noises, his cock twitching in anticipation while he could barely wait any longer to hear you moan once he was inside you. 

Wriothesley carefully drove his thick middle finger inside you, so painfully slow that you keened needily, tightly gripping the blanket underneath you in your clenched fists, knuckles white. Though his exterior seemed far more composed than you were, the hard cock that you caught a glimpse of as it hung heavily between his legs with the irritated and glistening tip, the weight of it brushing against your thigh; your pussy unconsciously clenched around nothing, the empty and aching feeling inside you only getting stronger.

“Oh my god-” You nodded mindlessly with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, pouty lips slightly open in a silent moan when he finally added a second finger, filling you further up. Though you were far away from satisfied, and at the way your fluttering and pulsing walls gripped his fingers he too could tell that you needed more. The indecent squelching sound of his palm slapping against your wet pussy with each thrust was so loud, he couldn’t help but groan knowing that you were in such a desperate need for him, that you needed him to fill you up to the brim and satisfy you over and over again. 

“Let me see that pretty tongue.” You felt something in your stomach flutter at the sight of his satisfied smile once you obediently stretched your tongue out, letting him brush his soaked fingers on the pink muscle before dipping them into your mouth. With swirling movements, you made sure to lick them clean, the light suction of your lips making his breath hitch undeniably as he relished the sight in front of him, your pretty doe eyes glistening with moisture as the flame of the fire flickered inside them. “My gorgeous girl, always so good for me.” 

“Wriothesley.” You croaked when he retracted his hand, a dribble of saliva running down the side of your mouth while the taste of your own arousal still lingered on your tongue. As you reached down between your bodies to take his cock in your palm, brushing it along your folds to cover him in your juices, you involuntarily sunk your teeth into your lip, gnawing at the raw kissed flesh. No matter how many times you took him, he always made sure you were nice and ready for him, wanting to make this as pleasurable for you as possible. Yet something about the brief burn when your walls stretched around him, the way it sent shivers down your spine and made your toes curl until your body accommodated to his size; you could never get enough of it. “Just fuck me already.” 

“Alright, alright. Don’t hurt yourself.” His chest vibrated with a deep airy chuckle when he witnessed your eagerness, his big hand taking a hold of yours to place it beside your head, fingers weaving through yours and giving it a tight squeeze when his free hand guided his leaking tip to your entrance. “Going to fuck my darling real’ good, yeah?” 

“Yeah, oh-” The warm mushroom tip entered you, as Wriothesley slowly started fucking himself deeper into you. Inch after inch, he sank deeper, stretching you further before pulling back out, and leaving you a whimpering mess. The hand he had placed on top of your stomach to keep you in place, involuntarily grounded you and you wondered whether he could feel himself in your guts. Because with each thrust that he sank deeper into your dripping wet hole, you swore you could feel him in your throat. “Baby-” 

“I know, I know.” He breathed heavily against your ear when he eventually buried himself to the hilt, his balls flush against your skin, and tight walls gripping him like a vice, constantly clenching and unclenching. “Taking me so well. Always so… fuck-” 

Wriothesley’s voice died down when he felt you fuck yourself against him as if you were in heat, moaning and gasping every time you lifted your hips off the floor. Your legs were shaking by the time he moved his hand to your sex, thumb quickly brushing back and forth over your clit and making you topper over the edge. Your entire body turned rigid when you came, the intensity of your orgasm would have scared you if it weren’t for Wriothesley’s roaming hands, caressing and reassuring you. You had not even realised the tears running down your temples until he kissed them away, letting you taste the salty liquid when he slotted his lips against yours. “That’s it, I’ve got you, love. Ha, squeezing me so fucking tight.” He mumbled against your mouth. “Don’t think I’ll last much longer like this.” 

“Then don’t.” Regaining some control over your body, you were finally able to speak up though with a hoarse voice, and weak legs which you desperately tried to wrap back around his waist. Clasping his neck with your arms and holding onto him as if he was your life line, you moved your hips against his with a frail push, wanting to spur him on. “Wanna see you cum too. Want you to fill me up.”

“W-what?” His own thrusts stuttered when he caught your last sentence, letting your words sink in like honey on a burning wound. 

“Want you to cum inside me.” By the expression on his face and slowed movements, you could clearly tell that Wriothesley probably thought that your words were stemming from a spur-of-the-moment decision. Brain fried by pleasure and oxytocin, all words that left your mouth should be taken by a grain of salt, though right now in this moment, there was not a single thing that you were more sure of than the thought and wish that had been occupying your mind for weeks. A small being incorporating the love that you and Wriothesley held for each other. Crawling and toddling around your house, filling it with sweet laughter and cries, while looking just like him. His eyes, his nose, his kind heart.. “Y/n, we can’t just-”

“Been meaning to tell you this for a while now.” The pads of your fingers brushed against his flushed cheeks as you cupped his face in the softness of your palms. His deep blue eyes had taken on a darker shade, staring right into your soul, and you swore that if there was a way to drown into that ocean of blue, you would do it instantly. “Wriothesley, I love you so much. I-I can’t imagine a life without you.” 

Another stream of tears followed that made his eyebrows furrow before he gently wiped them away. Of course he had already had similar thoughts. How could he not when you were everything he had ever wanted in his life. Images of a little girl with the same sweet smile as yours, same hair, same attitude-

“Wanna give you a baby.” 

“Are you sure about that?” His gaze zeroed in on you, looking for something, just anything that could tell him that you were not being serious, that all of this was nothing but an awful joke, some terrible dirty talk. Though all he could find while gazing into your eyes was nothing but pure love and warmth as you nodded at him. Warmth that seeped into the deepest parts of his body, spreading and filling his heart to the brim with affection for a woman he would always be ready to do anything for. “Sweetheart, you’re-” 

You choked with wide blown eyes when his hips all of a sudden snapped against yours, his cock diving into your deepest parts and about to make you fall apart again. “You’re going to be the death of me, ya know that?” His voice quivered the slightest bit as he buried his face in your neck, and with his chest flush against yours, you could feel the rapid beat of his heart as it pounded only for you. 

The fire had dimmed by now, the dark red flame covered by ash and residue parts of scorched wood fighting for its last ounce of oxygen, while the heavy snowfall outside had calmed. However, when you let your nails scrape down Wriothesley’s back, leaving red marks beside the already residing scars along his skin, while his body eventually tensed up, fingers digging into the fat of your hips and cock pulsing, coating the walls of your insides in white- You knew that your night had barely even started yet. 

“Shit- Can’t wait to see you all round and swollen with my kid inside you, darling.”

[notsominx]

imagine getting fucked on his desk, back pressed against the mahogany wood as he relentlessly thrusts inside of you. he mutters praises of just how well you're taking his dick as he takes out his day's stress on your body, greatly enjoying the view. he's far from gentle with you, but he isn't unnecessarily mean either — just rough enough to make your legs ache as the remainder of his papers fall to the floor.

"shit, you're so fuckin' perfect — keep taking me like a good girl, yeah?"

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