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[sanosbitch]

jing yuan mating press and strength kink...

like, yeah, sure, he likes the intimacy of the position and how close he is to you. yeah, he likes when you can watch his chest rise and fall, faded top surgery scars proudly in display, flexing and gleaming from sweat. yeah, he likes when you play with his thick gray chest hair, feeling the softness underneath your hands as you grip them for some form of stability while he's thrusting into you. yeah, those are some great bonuses to him.

but really, he just likes reminding you of his strength, even into his retirement. he loves watching your eyes wide in shock as he folds your knees so casually and presses them against your chest. he loves watching you react to his war formed body casually taking over you, like a cat teasing and playing with its prey. he loves catching you stare at his bulging muscles, teasing you playfully as he forces your attention back with a harsh thrust. he loves watching you scramble in bed for leverage, for stability, for anything as he brings you to his high over and over again.

he loves casually reminding you over his strength, how easily he can fold you underneath him. and he loves watching you remember that fact with wide eyes and a flustered stutter from your lips.

[sanosbitch]

golden tongue ノ imaginary men

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 1.2k ノ gn reader — sloppy bj ノ oral . character receiving ノ petname — baby ノ rewritten thirsts . added aventurine <3

aventurine ノ

with a broken chuckle and bitten lips, he gazes down at you, the hypnotic look of his magenta cyan eyes filled with love and lust. he’s all wound up tight, his nerves buzzing with desire as he feels the wetness of your tongue sliding along the shaft. savouring the taste of him and fluttering your lashes at the sight of the disarmed man above you, you moan against the slippery girth to let him know you enjoy it just the same.

you always liked the sound he makes when you wrap your mouth on his length. a deep rumble at the back of his throat. he trembles when you pull him closer and suck the sensitive tip. you drag your tongue over it, taking care to trace every curve and vein, enjoying the smoothness and saltiness of his skin.

when you stroke your palms against his inner thighs, you feel him twitch in response. his knees shake, his legs trembling as you reach down to fondle his balls, rolling them gently in your hand while he fucks your mouth. his palm sinks into your hair, the neatly trimmed nails tickling your scalp, as he leans over, guiding your motions to match his rhythm.

“you’re a real gem, aren’t you, baby?” sweet nothings, laced with the tone of his voice, so affectionate and soothing. “can’t believe i’m this lucky to have you… choking on my cock, heh…”

you know he won’t last long — every breath shudders when it hits the air. the gentle pulsating of his erection tells you more than enough. his thrusts stutter and turn desperate, chasing pleasure, the grip of his hand on your skull turning desperate. purring with contentment while you suck harder, hearing him groan above you and seeing the veins in his forearms as he tries to keep a steady pace.

dan heng imbibitor lunae ノ

the delicate scales feel odd and intriguing under your tongue as you press a long lick from the very base up to the tip of his flushed length, feeling it twitch slightly against your mouth. he lets out a shaky moan, his hips moving in minuscule thrusts upwards to meet your lips, and you can tell he wants to push it inside so badly.

instead, you give him a teasing smile, looking up at burning face with half-lidded eyes. oh so sweet and innocent… how could he expect anything from you? and let the tip nudge past your mouth ever so slightly as a small reward. when his clawed hand settles on top of your head, tugging impatiently on your locks, you suck gently just on the very end and swirl your tongue over the sensitive frenulum, causing him to shudder and tighten his grip. but you won’t budge, won’t let him have more than this until he pleads for it.

until his resolve shatters.

“please,” he stutters out with a beautiful voice, his request like a song in your ears.

and how could you possibly refuse?

you swallow him whole, letting him hit the back of your throat while you suck hard. his claws clench hard at your locks, pulling and tugging to the point of near pain. he whines, his ghostly tail reappearing underneath you and slightly shuddering from the pleasure.

dr. ratio ノ

your lips wrap around the dark pink tip of his cock, glistening strands of precum and your saliva mingled together as you swirl your tongue. the sight fascinated him, his head lowered and eyes shiny as he keeps watching you please him. you pump the rest of his erection that couldn’t fit in your mouth; the wetness making it easy for you to glide your hands along his base.

“if you could only listen to my lectures with the same attention, you’re giving me right now…”

you moan into his crotch at his words; the vibrations enhancing the experience, his breath hitching every time he looks down. his hand comes up to pet your head, and you smile against him, enjoying his praise.

“you learn fast… i should simply enjoy your progress…”

he pulls you a little lower, hoping his girth will sink further down your wet mouth. the cockhead kisses the back of it, and you swallow beads of precum, sending him into another wave of pleasure. his fingers tangle in your hair as he slowly fucks your face, his movements so careful and precise, and yet still managing to hit deeper into your throat.

“you’re quite amazing, this i admit.”

luocha ノ

the taste of him is exquisite, you think. it’s something rich, and earthy, but sweet at the same time. his cock slips into your mouth so smoothly, and you take it with enthusiasm, humming as the tip nudges against the back of your throat, tears appearing at the edges of your eyes. with his breathing hitching, quiet groans accompany each flick of your tongue.

“oh, you’re doing such a wonderful job.”

he sounds calm, like always, as if he is discussing some delicate business deals. but you can hear the break in his voice, and the trembling of his hands as they grab onto the roots of your hair.

“if you could only see yourself…” he coos softly, his hips meeting your lips halfway, pushing a little further. “it is almost cute how determined you are to tease me.”

you look up, making eye contact with him, and he gazes down at you, somewhat dizzy and cheeks flushed. the heat pools in your lower stomach at his praises, and you try to take him even deeper, swallowing around him until you nearly gag. his hips buckle at the action, and his nails scratch faintly at your scalp.

luocha is a very patient man. but you have ways to make him desperate.

welt ノ

the tip is pressed against your lips, already a bit flushed and glistening from your previous teasing, but you refuse to open your mouth. he smiles tenderly above you, amused at your playfulness, his cock giving another twitch at the attention.

“would you prefer a more direct approach, darling?”

you nod, shy. one of his hands reaches out to grab behind your head, holding it in place, and the other parts your lips with firm gentleness so he can finally push inside. his thrusts are gentle and precise, hitting the back of your throat in the most delicious way. the hand on your skull strokes and pets your hair gently, and you know the loving smile is still plastered to his face despite you having to close your eyes.

“let me know if it gets uncomfortable…”

one of his fingers slips under your chin, stroking the column of your neck and feeling himself move in and out of your throat, your muscles contracting around him pleasingly. his breathing is laboured, and the praises pour out of his mouth as he fucks your lips. his thumb traces your cheekbones, and he pushes your head even lower, causing you to almost choke around his cock, but your expression is full of bliss and delight.

“so good to me…”

a strangled groan leaves his throat, his legs trembling slightly with the effort of keeping his pace, while his hands hold on to you like you are the only anchor keeping him grounded.

[sanosbitch]

born to daydream and jerk off, forced to work

[sanosbitch]

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 loves it when you're needy. If anything he shouldn't be encouraging this type of behavior but the way your eyes get teary, how you claw and paw at any inch of him you can get your hands on, how your whines get higher in pitch and how your body practically buzzes beneath him he really can't help it when he caves and gives into your little game.

That's why he's got you bent over like this, legs shaking and pussy quivering as he slides one cool, metallic hand underneath the curve of your ass, kneading and spreading the flesh as he hums, peering down at the slicked mess between your legs. "Would ya look at that? You're already creamin' round me and I haven't even fucked ya properly yet."

Your only response is a needy whine as you push your ass back, desperately trying to get him to move again but he only stills you with a sharp spank. It might not have been hard but the metal was sure to leave a mark. "Settle down, pretty thing. I'm not goin' anywhere tonight and neither are you," he drawls, grinding his hips forward until he's sure you can feel every inch of him, unable to miss how you tighten around him, as if your cunt was echoing the statement. He chuckles, a raspy sound that makes your toes curl. "Good girl."

[sanosbitch]

His Butler, In Disguise

[sanosbitch]

thinking about boxer!wriothesley who always pays for your nails to get done bc he likes to see your pretty manicured hands wrapped around his cock after he wins his match 💅🏼 I’ve been suffering from wrio brain rot lately 🥴

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ cw. handjob & cock kisses, boxer! wriothesley, petname: doll & baby, cumming in your mouth, established relationship // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ fem! reader

"let me look at them baby, show ‘em," a sinning shine materializes on wriothesley's pupils, accompanied by a small grunt in his throat— and his tousled hair was reflective of the light in the empty store room, glinting at his current state.

he was still high off the adrenaline from his fight, sweaty and still trying to regulate his breathing. yet most of the damage was shown by his knuckles, although they were covered by white bandages, the irritated flesh peaks through the material to expose a scarlet red thudding on his skin.

you gently take his hands into yours before kissing his knuckles, holding him close.

a grunt leaves his throat at the sensual sight before your body settles between his muscular thighs, his hands guiding you, "you like the color i picked out?" a cheeky grin traces the outlines of your face as you look up at his focused gaze.

being bold, you sweep your pretty nails towards his bulge, "see, they're even a little sharp, i might scratch you on accident," you tease and tauntingly glide the sharp edges of your nails over his concealed erection, featherlight, and leaning down to kiss him through his pants.

wriothesley was panting harshly as he looks down at you, his facial profile holding on to mischief. he sighs, watching eagerly how you're playing around with his belt as he aids you in taking off his pants, "yeah, baby," he hums sweetly, cock twitching at the hopping click of his belt springing free, "you're so fucking hot, doll, the color looks gorgeous on you,"

wriothesley cannot stop himself from complimenting you in every way imaginable when he's on the brink of choking at the painful sensation on his cock, his breath erratic as you kiss his ache away with your plush lips granting him a break.

the tip of his cock was peaking through the thin material of his boxers as wriothesley casts his underwear down to leave it piled up around his knees before wrapping his rough palm around himself, squeezing at the base, "you wanna show me the color better?" he winks, stroking his stiffened cock and whines out your name.

"yeah, please let me do it," you pout briefly as he lightly smears his tip over your mouth to bump it against your bottom lip, "easy now," he coos, "let me play with it first," as he hurries it over your plush lips— a sheen lace of lipgloss connecting to his cock and smearing a trail of sticky liquid behind.

the foul sight of it almost made him cream on the spot, and how your fingers were now getting bolder, fluttering over the rills of his sore muscles and only adding to the desire to feel your hand clamp around him.

and it's the reality he's so grateful for when your hand pulls his own away, so you could wrap your palm around his cock, taking over, "did you hear me cheer for you today?" you start with slow strokes, yet he's choking on a string of groans just by looking at you doing it for him, "i wanted to support you so badly," you slope your body forward to touch his tip with your mouth, flipping it left and right over your lips before kissing the oozing head.

"fuck, you're gonna make me cum like that," wriothesley chokes out, placing his fist against his mouth as he bites into it, muffling his erratic groans, "fuck— fuck... fuck doll," his voice cracks as you go on, squeezing him at the base and working him through a nice orgasm that would rip through him in a heart beat.

your lips kiss over his shaft and mess him up, not only with his own milky pre oozing from the slit, but your sparkly lipgloss sticking over the skin so lusting, yes, it felt so dirty and your hand was drenched in all kinds of fluids now— which well, it was disgusting, but in the most pleasurable way imaginable.

wriothesley rasps into his chest, "fuck... i'm gonna cum, ‘gonna cum doll," as he pulls his head back and scrunches his eyes shut. he spasms around your hand shifting into a faster, more efficient tempo as you jerk him off, trying harder and harder to gloss over every inch of his length.

"you wanna cum in my mouth?" the simple imagery you laid out after asking him almost took all the willpower inside of his nerves and body to not climax and ruin it, "yeah.. please— please.." he holds against your shoulder as you part your jaw and slide him inside your warm heat.

how your throat flexes around his tip and your tongue presses into the underside of his cock was sensational— the affectivity of your hot mouth made his eyes water, fully leaning into you as he spills himself with a loud groan and a chant of your name huffed out desperately.

the soreness in your throat was more prominent than ever but was immediately smothered by a warm, sticky load of his seed as you're hiccuping on the wave of cum entering your mouth.

"fuck, that's good, yeah..." he moans, "don't swallow it, show me instead," as he commands shamelessly, a rough palm shortly after cupping your cheek as you pull him off your mouth.

you drag your tongue out to present your boyfriend a wickedly beautiful look of his milky cum slithering all from your tongue towards the tip of the wet muscle, a small droplet falling to the ground as he smirks mischievously;

"now, swallow."

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[sanosbitch]

cw. fingering, childe's a meanie, fem! reader, this is a quick freestyle

"ugh, well, what a pain that i have to leave you in a bit, hm?"

childe trails kisses across your face before sliding his fingers inside of you— digging into your hole with just the right amount of pleasure when you lean into you, wanting more. he curls his digits up a little as you moan into his neck, moving into his touch, the hot air hitting his skin.

"anyways, do you have any plans tomorrow?"

childe looks at you with a blunt face, like he isn't just scissoring your cunt so surprisingly unconvenient when he suddenly begins to ask you a bunch of questions, keeping the conversation going like he wasn't knuckle deep inside of you, sliding and slipping until you're writhing— sinking his fingers into the mushy flesh while telling you how, hot, sweet, good and warm you feel when, "i was thinking about dinner at this fancy new place?"

it's all so filthy— the way you cannot talk back and childe knows, he's aware all you can do is reply in small hitches and crumbling moans while he was discoving spots and places in your slickness, driving you absolutely wild.

childe presses himself so deep into your hole as the heel of his hand hits your clit, making you yelp out in surprise— understanding he's waiting for an answer, "s-sounds good… really good, ajax," you hold onto his shirt desperately, drawing in moans and gasps as he just laughs at you, giving a little hum before nodding his head to reassure you as your brain quickly overloads, hips twitching and fucking his hand.

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[sanosbitch]

[sanosbitch]

i think one concept that’s so underrated is pussy inspection. when he lays you down and spreads your legs, instructing you to hold your knees apart for him - that’s your job. using two fingers, he’ll spread your lips open. he won’t do anything at first, just observe your pretty little cunt. your lips, your folds, your holes, your clit - all of it, gorgeous. his mouth waters. he’ll want to get his mouth on you, taste you, but he keeps his composure - for now, at least.

my pretty little pussy, he’ll muse, seemingly to no one but himself.

using one finger, he’ll start tracing. every curve and fold, rubbing under and between his fingers. he’ll prod at your hole, swirling around the rim and watching how it reacts to the tip of his finger - you’ll involuntarily clench, making him smile.

you’ll inevitably get shy as he spends an ungodly amount of time inspecting you and will try to close your legs, but he’ll wrench them back open with a stern look on his face. he’s not done until he says he’s done.

he’ll narrate to you, certainly - how pretty the color is, how puffy your clit is, how wet you are. that’ll be the most humiliating part of all. when he dips a finger a little bit deeper inside you to gather some of the slick that oozes out of you and plays with it, watching how the sticky liquid drips and spreads, strings out between his two fingers.

baby, you’ll whine, horrifically embarrassed, but he’ll only shush you. he’s busy. your only job is to keep your mouth shut and legs spread.

then he’ll start playing with your clit, touching it very lightly - not nearly enough for any sort of relief. he’ll push back the hood and marvel at the tiny bud and the way it throbs, rubbing the pad of his finger against it, even pinching it lightly. a smile spreads across his face when you mewl and twitch.

bringing in his face closer, he’ll close his eyes and breathe in deeply, taking in your scent. he might nose at your clit a little bit, the tip of his tongue slithering in. and that’s likely when he loses composure - when he gives up his little charade and dives in. his little inspection was only the start of the night.

[sanosbitch]

KEEP COOL. wriothesley & gn!reader

{ sfw. 0.9k } suggestive flirting, getting to know wriothesley, possibly early in the relationship, mentions of scars

"does it still hurt?" you whisper, your fingers instinctively lingering closer to the long scar on his neck. wriothesley flinches uncomfortably seeing your movement, his eyes locking on you with silent warning, brows furrowing. his big hand takes your own and holds it in place, not allowing you to touch him.

"sorry, i..." you stutter, not even finishing the sentence, as your gaze lowers in shame.

"you are not the first one, who reacts like that," his voice is calm, though still a bit tense, as he watches your reaction. he gulps nervously, the darker cut along his throat bringing your attention to it once again. "it doesn't hurt," he sighs, finally answering, shrugging, "not physically, at least."

his eyes wander to your face, as his expression changes to one of discomfort. he tries to cover the scars, pulling the black straps of his choker around his neck, but his efforts bring little to no effect. he can't really hide it from you, not when you're so close, your head resting on his shoulder.

perhaps inviting you to sit together on the sofa was a bad idea after all... maybe you should just finish the tea, nothing else.

before quickly turning away, his silver eyes lower down to your lips, now focusing on his fist instead, examining other scars and old injuries along his forearm.

"i don't remember what exactly happened," wriothesley confesses, not really trying to focus on reviving the memory in his mind.

troublesome and unnecessary, and also probably painful.

"no need to talk about it..." you add carefully, not really sure what to say. his hand relieves the grip around your fingers, finally letting you go, and a quiet smirk escapes his lips.

"you always act so nervously around me," he comments bluntly, making you blush in embarrassment and surprise caused by the sudden change of topic.

"well, look who is saying this!" you raise your voice accidentally, as your cheeks burn even hotter. "how do you expect me to act when you are constantly doing those things..."

"those things?" he raises his eyebrow.

the question leaves you dumbfounded and you want to disappear.

"yes, those! the... the looks, the touches, the smiles... everything! it's hard to keep my cool."

"what if," wriothesley starts leaning in, his hot breath tingling against your face, "i want to see your reactions? what then?"

"wha— what do you mean?"

hearing the small stutter leaving your mouth, he smiles quietly. he is this close. able to feel the trembling of your body as his hand slides up your arm, calloused fingers reaching your cheek. he moves your hair out of the way, the tips of his fingers brushing against the back of your neck, his thumb stroking your jaw.

"i want to know you better," he whispers, his voice deep, as he stares right into your eyes with a softer expression under his dark brows.

talking about his past? complicated. somehow, he doesn't want you to know the previous him. maybe not yet...

your eyes widen, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. he chuckles, his other hand sliding down your waist. his body shifts, as he gets even closer to you, now holding you firmly. his lips are only inches away from yours, and you can't help but stare.

"so tell me, is this one of the things, that make you lose your cool?" his eyes glance over your lips.

"..." you try to answer, your own voice betraying you, unable to look away, feeling the fever taking over.

he grins, leaning in even more. your eyes shut tight, as you can't handle the tension anymore, his breath teasing you, making you shiver.

"you're so cute."

fingers brushing over your chin, making your head tilt back as he leans in, pressing lips against your neck. a single whimper follows as you feel his hot tongue caressing your skin, his teeth teasing the sensitive spot; he sucks harshly on you, leaving a dark bruise.

but doing this? this, somehow, feels so natural with you right now.

"wriothesley..." you mutter, almost immediately correcting yourself, "i mean, your grace!"

he laughs for a moment, his hand moving higher up your waist, his lips travelling to the other side of your neck, his other arm pulling you onto his lap; the metal accessories around his waist cold against your weight, the seams of his military pants coarse and scratchy, your casual clothes barely protecting your skin from getting irritated.

"you okay?" he purrs, his lips brushing against your neck, as you nod in response. he bites you harder, a sharp pain making you whimper. he licks your neck, the saliva cooling down the stinging spot. "does it feel good, when i'm rough with you?"

"mhm..."

"good, because," his hands slide behind your figure, the rough texture of his taped fingers and gloved palms rubbing against the back of your shirt, "i like seeing you squirm."

"ah..."

"i've been patient enough. you're too adorable. i can't hold back anymore," he breathes out, his lips finally reaching your mouth. his kiss is passionate, hungry, and you melt into his embrace. his strong arms envelope you tightly, as his tongue brushes over yours, exploring your mouth. the way he holds you is gentle, yet dominant, making you feel small, and at his mercy.

you pant as wriothesley pulls back, his eyes locking onto yours, as he gives you a few seconds to catch your breath.

"please, continue," you plead, his hand cupping your cheek.

"with pleasure."

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[sanosbitch]

࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏���� + 𝒅𝒓. 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐. ˒ ⊹

cw fem reader / threesome / aventurine x f!reader x ratio / i wrote this directly into tumblr drafts; it is not proofread. proceed w caution EL O EL / usage of petnames (darling, sweetheart) / mentions of mindbreak / degradation and dirty talk / dacryphilia / light choking / teasing / oral (m!receiving) / spit-roast

love, oak! just a lil drabble. aven and veritas have me in a chokehold i fear.

i constantly think about how being in a relationship w both veritas ratio and aventurine would be...

i think, purposefully or not, things turn a little bit competitive with the two of them. who can take you out on the better date, who buys you the best gifts—and most importantly: who satisfies you the most.

and it’s not that they necessarily hate eachother so much they want to one-up the other (on the contrary; they like having you in common. being at your beck and call is what they live for, to your eternal surprise), they just find it fun. and it's the kind of fun they indulge in every night, making a symphony out of your sweet moans and pleasure-soaked whimpers.

this just happened to be one of those nights.

"look 't her. so depraved. our good girl, eh, ratio?"

"shut it, aventurine. i don't want to hear you talking when there's something much prettier to listen to right here."

seated on veritas's lap, he grasps your hips in his large hands as he guides you onto his thick length. a long moan falls from your lips as you feel the tip breach your dripping cunt, followed by a pleasant ache and stretch as he pulls your hips flush to his.

a warm breath ghosts the shell of your ear. aventurine crowds you from behind, the blazing heat of his chest pressing against your back. his hands ghost up your sides, leaving gooseflesh in their wake as they make their way up your body. he cups your tits, massaging the supple flesh and rolling your nipples, adding to the orchestra of stimulation the two men were making you feel.

"i suppose i can agree with you on that. she sounds just so delightful, doesn't she? makes me wanna break her—" a breathy whimper leaves you as aventurine licks up the skin of your neck, leaving a blazing trail of wetness as he kisses the shell of your ear. he continues in a soft whisper, "—yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

ratio holds your hips tightly, denying you the pleasure of grinding down against him. his smile is serpentine as he looks up at you. "go on—answer him, darling. would you like us to fuck you until you can't even remember your own name?"

ratio's golden eyes narrow, watching your every move. the way you squeeze your eyes shut, bottom lip taken between your teeth as you stifle a sob. he can't help himself—his hips buck slightly, drawing another breathy moan from your throat.

"she just clenched so nicely around me. i think she would like that. what do you think, aventurine?" ratio's voice drips with sultry honey as he speaks. his hands cup the globes of your ass, slowly coaxing you to move along his length. the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls is maddening, and you pulse around him in response as he forces you back down. his tip hits that spongy little spot inside you, bringing tears to line your pretty eyes, making your mascara run as droplets drip down your face.

aventurine pauses mouthing along your neck to smile. there's nothing pleasant in that grin though—only the feral need to please you, to take you in the palm of his hand and mold you to his liking. right now, he'd like nothing more than for you to be his pretty little cockslut, taking him and ratio until they had nothing left to give you.

"i think so too," aventurine responds. his hand grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together as he forces you to meet his gaze. there's so much love and adoration for you in those beautiful cerulean and lavender eyes, mixed with a cruel hunger that glimmers as he leans in, tongue peeking out to lick away the salty tears that run down your cheeks. "god, sweetheart. you look so pretty like this. is ratio's cock satisfying enough for you? is he making you feel good?"

you nod fervently, mouth falling open in a moan as aventurine's hand snakes down to play with your clit while ratio works you up and down his cock. they work in perfect tandem; of course, they've done this a million times before. ratio and aventurine have perfected the art of pleasing you.

"use your words, darling. am i making you feel good?" ratio hisses between gritted teeth. he's obviously feeling good too, if the way his cock twitches inside you is any indication. aventurine lets your face go in favor of letting it drift down, holding your neck gently. a promise, you think. it sends a thrilling feeling down your spine, your nerves alight with electricity as you try to roll your hips down against ratio. the hand around your neck tightens a fraction, the hand on your clit pausing, drifting away and caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs as aventurine waits for your response.

"yes, yes!" you cry out, desperate for any sort of friction. your hips buck fruitlessly. "feels s'good, veri!"

you're rewarded with aventurine's fingers deftly working at your clit again as ratio bucks his hips, fucking up into you. his pace isn't fast, but he hits you so deeply it sends your entire being into a frenzy. you can feel your stomach tighten, a telltale sign of what's to come.

"atta girl. you're taking him like a champ, aren't ya? don't forget about me, though. you can take more, surely?" aventurine drawls.

aventurine nods to ratio and suddenly you're being manhandled, forced onto your knees. you can feel ratio behind you while aventurine greets your face with a sanguine smile. you bite down the whimper that fights to escape you at the lack of stimulation—you were so close. with the way aventurine's smile is slowly poisoned with a smug satisfaction, he knows it too.

"hi, sweetheart." aventurine says as he unbuckles his belt with a clink. he pushes the fabric of his pants and boxers down, his cock obscenely slapping against his abdomen as its freed. he's already leaking pre; despite his put-together demeanor, you know he's desperate for you. you smile at him as he languidly pumps his cock.

you watch as aventurine seems to have a silent conversation with ratio. it lasts only a heartbeat—he looks back down at you as he brings his tip to your lips. your tongue darts out, running along the head, down the length of him, drawing a pretty moan from aventurine that makes your stomach do flips. as your lips close around him, you feel ratio push into you again, a lewd squelch sounding as he sinks into you.

they work you in tandem, aventurine holding your face as he guides your mouth on his cock, ratio fucking into you from behind. you're already close again. you can feel it.

"she loves this," ratio notes, a hint of smugness in his voice. "she's absolutely drooling around me. feel good, darling?"

of course, you can't respond. aventurine fucks your mouth gently, his eyebrows furrowed as he groans. you can see every twitch of his abs, the roll of his muscles as he fights down the pleasure your lips bring him.

"oh yeah. she’s definitely enjoying herself. don’t tire yourself out too fast though, i can go all night." aventurine smirks.

it feels like ratio’s thrusts grow a bit more punishing. his large hands grip the fat of your ass tightly as he says, "worry about yourself. i lasted longer than you last time, remember? not to worry though. i won’t stop until our darling is completely satisfied. isn’t that right?"

aventurine’s hips stutter slightly as you moan around his cock. "let’s see who makes her cum the most then, shall we?"

"fine then. we shall."

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Don’t underestimate my desire to not wanna

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Happiness Will Come To You.

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A little pain with pleasure

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI 

Pairing: Knives X F!Reader

CW: Dom/Sub undertones, multiple orgasms, p in v sex, anal, lube, 

Word count: Roughly 1.4K

A/N: Chapter sixteen of the series, in which you let Knives try something a little new with you

Fisting the sheets you try to keep yourself from crying out, your pussy swollen and abused from Nai’s unrelenting pace tonight but he’s not done with you. 

“Stay still, don’t move your hips yet.” Hard to do when your legs feel like jelly and Nai has your ass in the air legs spread so you’re at just the right height for him to tease the tight ring of muscles that are your pucked hole. A hole that he is currently removing the ‘small’ butt plug from, shivering and biting your lip to try and keep yourself quiet. 

Nai has wanted this for a while now, been slowly working your body the last few weeks into accepting the different-sized plugs and teasing to get you used to the sensation. You still don’t understand how a plug the length of your index finger from your wrist is small, not when you started out with one a third of that size. “Good girl, stay like that Pet.” Gulping when you feel it removed from your body. 

Nai had made sure you had several orgasms before he made to finish inside your tight hole, the sound of ripping plastic reaching your ears. It’s been a while since the two of you have used a condom, but for this it makes sense. A far easier cleanup. 

The lube is cold when he pours more of it on your cheeks, his fingers drawing circles around the skin and spreading the liquid the way he wants. All you do is try to keep taking long deep breaths, trying to stay relaxed. A warm hand slides along your back and his covered tip is prodding your entrance, You involuntarily tighten and a loud slap resounds are the room. “Stay relaxed Pet.” The stinging on your ass distracts you enough for Nai to breach your body, sighing as he does so and you feel a burning in your lower body. 

It’s not unpleasant but your body is not a fan of the intrusion, the muscles working to try and push him out. “Nai” trying to keep your voice steady, You want to try this with him but with just a portion of him still inside you, it makes part of your mind panic. “Nai, can you move? Please?” 

A noise of confusion and he does just that moving slowly in and out of your body a movement so shallow it’s like his length is barely moving. Yet in your mind, the tiniest movement seems to relax the anxiety you were feeling. The tension receding. “You’re doing so well Pet.” A warm brush of his palm along your lower back, the hand on your hip gentle as he slowly works more and more of his length into your ass. “We can quit anytime. You know your word.”

You do know your safe word, but you want Nai to enjoy this trying to keep yourself relaxed as you assume like your first time having sex, this is just something you’re going to need to get used to. You’re glad Nai took his time with working you to this point, letting your body relax enough that when he starts thrusting to reach his peak it’s just a strange sensation pulling at you. 

Panting and groaning like an animal above you, his hips flush with yours now as he thrusts from tip to base chasing that high. Your fingers and grabbing more of the soft cotton sheets of his bed between them, grip hard enough that your fingers are starting to feel numb.

A final hard slam and you know Nai has reached his peak, groaning softly while he tries to catch his breath. His hands move to knead at the swells that are your ass cheeks, still hard inside of you. You whine a little when you feel him move, the lightest fluttering of his lips in the space between your shoulder blades. Like a feather swirling against your sweat-slicked skin before he finally removes himself from your body. 

Letting you drop to the sheets beneath you, panting as you try to catch your own breath, breathing deeply of the scent of sex and Nai so ingrained into his bed. It’s comforting to you, a sense of calm overcoming you. Groaning when a muscular arm wraps around your middle and pulls you upwards. 

Bone tired, you don’t fight Nai as he pulls you with him to the bathroom, seeing him press the plunger down in the oversized bathtub before taking you into the shower to clean up after all that sex and the final round of anal. 

He works to clean his skin with the precision you expect of him, and you try to do the same washing your body quickly and effectively even if some of his cum from his earlier rounds is still dripping from between your thighs. 

You realize the reason for his speed when he steps out and stalks to the tub, slowing the stream of steaming water flowing from the faucet. The view of his tight cheeks striding from the bathroom down the hall almost makes you whistle. 

Almost. 

You’re smart enough to know a noise like that would have you both back in the bedroom, and you are far too exhausted to have him pull from you tonight. It doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the view though.

Nai has to know he has a body most would kill for, all of him defined as if he was a marbled statue of a Greek god like the ones you remember seeing in a museum. 

Two wine glasses and an open bottle in hand as he returns, rolling his eyes at your staring, something you both know he internally preens at. Nai might not admit it, but he enjoys being like a peacock and being marveled over. Even if it’s only you that he seems to like hearing the praise from. 

Once both of you are settled in the steaming water, flinching a little as the heat starts to envelop you, Nai fills both wine glasses and you raise an eyebrow at the pale color. “White Nai? Are you feeling alright?” 

“Very funny Pet. Your preference for wine is different than mine, and tonight I am making an exception for you .” With his emphasis on the last part, you grin taking a sip. 

It’s an off-dry riesling that has a nice light refreshing body to it, and while Nai is sipping it as well you can tell he would have preferred one of his heavier reds. From the lightest flicker of his brow and the slightest souring of his mouth. “What’s the occasion?”

A raise of an eyebrow at you from across the tub as you face another and the amusement lighting up his teal eyes. “The occasion is I do compromise to meet my partner’s preferences.” Another sip of wine before he sends you a feral grin. “Only on occasion.” 

Laughing you sink down a little more in the water, letting the heat start to permeate into your flesh. The tightness of your muscles easing away as the water and wine help you to relax. “Thank you, Nai.” 

“You’re welcome, Pet.” His wine glass in one hand, the other under the water and you don’t need to look to see where it is. Feeling those fingers working into the meat of your calf, humming as you enjoy the touch. 

Instead of his hand climbing your leg as you expected, it remains down around your calf pressing into the tight muscles from the hours you’ve spent standing behind the bar. “Does that mean if we do more anal the chances of white wine after are higher?” 

A single well-maintained pale eyebrow raised at you once more, the pleasant pressure of his fingers disappearing as he moved his hand.

And you squeal, dragged by your ankle closer to him that hand wrapped around the joint in your leg. Pulling you so you’re almost straddling his lap, amazed you managed to hold on to your glass of wine as he looked down at you like a predator before catching your mouth in another kiss that leaves you breathless. 

“I said on occasion Pet. The wine selection has nothing to do with letting me be the first to fuck that tight hole of yours.” You can only giggle, a few soft kisses following his words. 

You know better. You know Nai better. Far better than you think anyone else in the world might. 

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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╰── Oh god, can you make my heart stop? // zayne x fem ── ✩ ── ᴍᴅɴɪꜝ⋅ ⋅

wordcount: 0.7k ▷ I mean it so serious // fingering, squirting (pw/p)

His shirt is popped open, inky material tucked under his lower back, pulling tight across his shoulders and cupping the edges of his pecs- beautifully contrasting to the milkier plains of his chest.

"There you go darling, try to relax for me"

An arm tightens around your midsection. Bitterly cold as it pulls your back flat against his abdomen, your sticky skin slowly thawing out the chill that makes itself at home within him. It's painful, you think. To be so cold your skin becomes raw and numb. Warmth only being granted in fleeting moments like these. Zayne cuts your empathy short when his same forearm relocates to settle across your front- pointer finger and thumb nestling their way under your breast.

"What's on your mind?", his lips tickling the tip of your ear as he speaks, muscles becoming rigid agaist your will. "You're so stiff"

Your response gets lodged in the back of your throat momenterially. A long, almost destressed groan needing to surface first, "It-mhhm, it's just so cold".

He hooks his legs over your own before speaking once more, knees pushing your own to open your body up to him further. Spikes of pleasure shivering up your spine when his middle finger slips deeper into your cunt.

"You'll warm them soon enough, you know that"

Nodding profusely you allow your lover to pin you open, turning your head as you sigh against the column of his throat- nose settling in the space just below his ear. Zayne kisses your hairline, mumbling his praises right as you slip down to his third knuckle- coaxing you further into bliss with each stroke of his fingertip to your gummy walls.

Altenating between pumping a lone finger deep within your heat and rolling your clit in tiny circles, Zayne shortly deems you ready for the addition of his ring finger- his warning unneeded when theres next to no time between what he says and what he does.

"Sorry sweeheart, your doing so well for me", thumb smoothing the circumference of your pebbled nipple as your greed swallows his fingers, wedding ring and all. The metal would be a cool contrast had it not been your husband wearing it.

"How does that feel now?"

You pant, tongue feeling fat in your mouth- "cold, so cold ahh- so good".

He rests his forehead upon your temple, minted breath fanning the apples of your cheek when his wrist beginnings pistoning into you faster- surgeons hands granting him the precision he needs to have you seeing stars.

Zayne feels as you dead weight above him, additional weight forcing him further into the chair he's sat on, causing the leather to creak in effort. Your pelvis dropping further open to entice his digits as far as he can get them.

"Do you need more? Or do you want it faster?" he whispers in your ears. You clasp your hand around his own, pushing his two fingers with your own and urging him to pick his speed up- laughing at your desperation before picking up his pace, "faster it is".

"You're warming up now", commentary babbly as your heavy lids pull shut- hair tickling your sensitive skin as he shallowly bobs his head.

"I am. Thank you."

Grasping his wrist, your breathing becomes laboured in your chest- body lax as you accept the onslaught. Belly churning as your climax starts to form in the pits of your stomach.

It feels unusual. It feels too strong for your body to take. Simulteanously forcing you away from his hands and into his neck as it takes hold of all your senses, clear fluids proceeding to dribble down the veins decorating his hands.

"whats-ahhh, hnng im cum-", Utter nonsense as Zayne pulls his finger from you and rapidly rubs at your clit with the flat of his hand.

"That's it darling, just like that"

He stimulates you right to the end, drawing as much out of you as he possibly could- encouraging you to twist your neck and plant you lips on his, tenderly kissing you through the last few ebbs and flows of your orgasm. You pull away with a loud smack of your lips, eyes rolling in your skull and shoulders shuddering to excert the last of your pent up energy.

"beautifully done"- hands swapping locations on your body so his warmed one is now cupping the opposite breast, wintery chill returning to your sex.

"wha- Zayne what are you doing?", there's a devious glint in his eyes.

"Sweetheart.. I have two hands".

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