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satorena · 5 months ago

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taking nerdjo’s glasses while you’re riding 🥸

cw. 18+. semi public sex. sub undertones. breeding kink.

“—ohhhh fuckkkkk,”

he doesn’t understand it— any of it. he doesn’t understand how he, of all people, managed to get you. the it girl on campus— with pretty hairstyles and cutesy nails, flocks of both girls and boys crawling after you for the slightest bit of your attention, is somehow interested in the least known guy around— the lanky, socially awkward physics teacher assistant with fading digimon stickers glued to the back of his worn down computer.

gojo assumes he’s experiencing one hell of a good dream. that’s the only way to explain the insatiable feeling of wet heat enveloping his aching dick. it’s the only way to explain the pornographic sounds of skin slapping echoing in this empty library. it’s the only way to explain why his balls are begging for release with each grind of needy hips rocking against his own.

he doesn’t want to wake up. he feels the cheap fabric of carpet beneath his fingernails from digging them into the floor. his knuckles are turning white from how hard he’s clenching. there’s an abnormal tightening of a knot in his guts begging to be snapped. he can feel beads of sweat forming at his hairline and his foggy glasses are slipping past his nose bridge uncomfortably—

but he doesn’t want to wake up.

planted on the heels of whatever latest trendy shoes you own, you’re riding his cock as if he were your lifeline. god you feel divine— your folds swallowing him into your cunt with such ease and precision, walls clenching down the moment he’s balls deep. he can feel your acrylics scratching at his undercut with one hand while the other holds your body steady down his thigh.

gojo doesn’t think he’s breathing, and frankly, isn’t sure if he wants to. you’re reckless— moaning freely in the emptiness of the establishment and right into the shell of his ear as if your birthright, careless of the thuds of heavy textbooks hitting the floor. there’s a crease in your brows and your jaw hangs slack, glossy lips parted as they release the hymns of your cries,

“—so deep, can feel you in my stomach!”

your tits bounce in clockwise motions. you’d freed yourself from your top sometime between the flirting behind bookshelves and his pikachu drawls dropping down to the floor. the sound of your pussy squelching with every bounce is a memory he wouldn’t forget even on his death bed— cunt so wet he can hardly feel his own dick in you.

the pad of your thumb grazes his bottom lip, and you lean forward to catch it between yours. he’s frozen stiff— the slip of your tongue in his mouth, your overwhelming sweetness invading his senses. he’s moaning pathetically, growing some security in the muffled sounds, so overstimulated by this insatiable pleasure that his arms start to feel weak.

your tongue swipes at his lips before nibbling on the flesh, “—taste so good,” he feels your lips mouthing against his own, and wishes he was able to focus for a split second on what you told him, but the ache in balls are a telltale that this euphoric dream is drawing to an end.

he squints his eyes shut. he tries to focus on the latest chapter of his latest obsession manga and theories he’s conspired. he recalls the sneak of his wrinkly old professor’s ass crack from his early lecture. he thinks back on this auction he’s seen online for retro limited edition video games. did he ever end up submitting that biochem lab assignment due—

“gojo.”

he snaps his eyes open. he didn’t realize he’d clenched his entire facial muscles until the moment he was able to see you again— only releasing those muscles feeling tightness in his cheeks (amongst other places)(read: his cock).

you’ve slowed down your pace. you’ve switched your movements from bounces to grinding. he can feel his tip prodding at your gummy walls. your breath fans his cupid’s bow and he’s only now noticing how close in proximity you both are. he can feel your heartbeat against his chest, and he’s positive you can feel his stomach clenching against your own.

he begins to feel more of your body weight on his, a feeling he definitely wants to get accustomed to, as you shift from your feet to your knees. your hand on his thigh trails upwards past his trail of hair, sliding up past the ridges of his abs, over the planes of his chest and meet at his nape with its other duo. there’s an aroma of vanilla and cherries exuding off you—

heisenburg’s uncertainty principle. star wars mandalorian culture. the roswell ufo incident. fucking neon genesis evangelion’s a cruel angel’s thesis—

“you don’t like me?” you ask him, all doey eyed like. it doesn’t sound like a legitimate question, but his ‘huh’ does draw more into a whine when you intentionally clamp down on his dick. he doesn’t miss the mischievous glint in your eyes.

gojo bites down on his lower lip, fiddling with a loose thread on the carpet. his body releases a shudder at the chills creeping up his spine when you trace a finger down the slope of his neck, “w-what?” he asks weakly, huffing as his toes curl in his socks.

this time, you cock your head just barely to the side, and he watches your gaze trail from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips. despite the agonizingly slow pace, you never stop riding him. his cock is still graced by your warmth, still snatching his soul through his slit. your lashes bat twice before glancing back up at his eyes.

“you don’t like me.” you’re not asking this time, your tone dripping in seduction and like a fool, finds himself swayed. you’re teasing him— he can see it in the way the corner of your lips quirk into your infamous smile. you’ve got him wrapped all around your pretty finger— he knows it and you definitely know it.

as if he was anybody to not like you. your ass cheeks clench when you drive your body forward, gripping on his cock so tight he can feel the wind knocked out his lungs, “no! are you, ngh, crazy— of course i do—”

“because i like you.” it falls short of a whisper, but the vibrations of your words against his lips shoot right to his heart and balls, and he knows his blotchy cheeks are now flushed red for an entirely different reason.

he answers faster than his mind can process, his stomach jumping with butterflies and an oncoming orgasm. your eyes won’t leave his— like a deceiving siren baring deep into his soul and rendering him vulnerable before consuming his entire being. not too far from his reality, hips bucking upwards as desperately as possible to emphasize his immediate answer, “i like you too—”

“you won’t look at me,” gojo hadn’t realized he shied away from your gaze, pouring his entire focus on not spilling both his heart and cum right into you, “talk to me.”

“i-it’s just, um,” he tries to flick his eyes back onto yours, but you’re still staring so intensely behind siren eyes and still rocking your hips. your fluids drip past your cunt and down his sack, before staining the carpet, “i’m a—mmph, nobody and you’re— well, you’re you,” he feels a hot tongue glide over the accumulated sweat on his neck and humps up again, “y’re just so pretty and every time i look at you i get the urge to c-cum but,” your teeth sink into his jugular before nibbling and he whines, throwing his head back, “i want— need you to cum first. . .”

there’s a beat of silence for a while. you’ve even halted your grinding altogether. he prays to god he didn’t mess up the one good thing that’s happened to him in all his twenty one years of living. you’ve even popped his now bruised skin from your lips— hovering right over the mark you left on him. pleasure licks at his limbs feverishly, back arching in hopes to dig even deeper (if possible) in your pussy.

you pull away from his neck and the tip of your nose is back to grazing his own. your usually styled hair is now a mess, your skin dampening from moisture and your lip gloss now swapped for your and his saliva— your overall classic, picture perfect image completely abandoned,

and he doesn’t think you’ve looked any prettier.

“so,” you draw out, freeing a hand from his locks to graze over the throbbing love bite at his neck. gojo sniffs, pushing his foggy glasses back up on his bridge with the back of his hand, and you caress the throbbing flesh, “the problem is when you look huh. . .?”

his neck is suddenly released from blissful torture and he feels his frames coming off his face from no effort of his own. his vision slowly fades and his pupils dilate to accommodate to his now poor quality of sight, “what are you—”

and his breath hitches. he can only make out your shape through your sinful curves but there’s no mistake from your silhouette— your hands, now holding his glasses hostage, press at his chest, “trust me,” you apply firm pressure from your palms to his upper body, and he feels himself sinking into the floor, back meeting the dirty carpet.

trust you? he’d lay his life on the line for a woman like you.

his fingers spread as his palms face the sky, and his breath staggered. the bookshelves, windows and study rooms are all blurry as fuck— which is both off putting and extremely risky since library hours were still valid at this time, but despite it all, it felt as if he could see you clear as day. gojo would usually never put his academics on the line, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of possibly getting caught having sex with the finest girl in school in a public library had his cock twitching incessantly.

god, he is just so happy to be here.

your fingers slide his glasses atop your nose bridge, and your cheeks split into a cheeky smile, hips beginning to roll back into their previous tempo. he feels your hands grabbing his own, before resting them at your hips. he’s a greedy man, and since the opportunity may only come once in his lifetime, he slides his hands further to your ass., and with a gulp, grabs the flesh greedily. damn— it hardly fits in his palms.

there’s a symphony of moans coming from you both when you lift your hips up, and it’s downright disgusting how turned on he gets at your essence trickling down his shaft and past his balls. your pussy lips drool and latch onto his tip tightly, before entirely releasing him and slipping your hand between your thighs. you kneed his nuts, fondling the testicles between your digits expertly and his back arches off the floor, “shouldn’t be an issue anymore, yeah?” you hum.

“y-yeah— oh god, yes,” gojo nods dumbly, toes curling in his socks as you proceed to stroke his cock. his tip is weeping in pre cum blended with your own wetness, and the faster you flick your wrist, the tighter his stomach contracts. he’s lasted quite some time now, considering this being his first time and all, but there’s only so much a man can hold back. his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into the mounds of your ass as his hips chase after your touch with every stroke. “w-wait, fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

“yeah?” you encourage him, hunching just over his weeping dick, still holding him at his base. you drag his tip in between your lips, back and forth, while your other hand feels him up at his abs. “where do you wanna finish? on my face?” he whines, mindlessly humping and your smirk deepens as you slowly sink down, “on my tits?” gojo shakes his head, and feels drool coming from the corner of his lips. his limbs are on fire and his groin feels like it’s on the verge of explosion, “on my ass?” you’re about halfway down, “or. . . inside?”

“please,” he doesn’t care if he’s begging. snowy lashes bat open as his teary unfocused eyes adjust to the dimmed lights. even your silhouette is sexy, “please lemme cum inside, i-i’ll do anything.”

“hmm, anything?” you purr, knees finally hitting the floor as you straddle him once more. he lets out a guttural groan at the familiar feel of your silky walls entrapping his cock. his mind is fucking hazy and despite never having consuming alcohol, he feels drunk.

“yes,” he pleads, rolling his hips impossibly deeper into you, euphoric pleasure shooting in his bloodstream, “a-anything you want, i swear,” at the sudden intrusion, you let out a loud gasp when his tip bumps into your cervix and drop your body forward, arms giving out.

chest to chest, skin to skin, your lips hover over his as your back dips into an arch, forcing a penetration deeper in your guts. your palms are pressed flat onto the floor at the side of his head, and he can make out his glasses sitting lazily on the ball of your nose. he slides his hands up your sides, kneading at every inch of your flesh, before sliding back down to your ass.

“even my homework? assignments?” you tease breathily, a strangled moan ripping out your throat when his knees push up and fucks into you. your body jerks forward as his feet plant to the floor, hands still gripping on your ass.

when he snaps his hips up, you roll yours down, and the matching intensity sends his brain haywire. he’s desperate for release, forcing your hips down as he nudges his cock languidly into your cunt. his jaw falls slack and he nods again, dumbly, “ngh, for the rest of the s-school year,”

“that easy with you?” you giggle, but is easily interrupted when he leans forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss. there’s a shit ton of saliva involved, some even escapes past your mouths and down your jaws, but he couldn’t care any less—you tasted heavenly. he wishes he had the time to eat your pussy, he’s positive you taste holier down there.

“it’s your world.” gojo moans, snaking his hands from your ass to wrap around your upper body. now caught in his embrace, you let your head fall limply into the crook of his neck as he works his dick in and out of you. he means what he said— it is your world, and he’s nothing more than a happy servant. “i’ll do it all— bring your books to class, rub your feet— i’ll bark if you need me to— just, please, please, please let me cum inside.”

your moans vibrating from his neck run straight to his ears and fuels him further. he’s thrusting relentlessly— there’s no set pace at all, and he’s so close to finishing he’s completely forgotten about wanting you to cum first. he finally understands why everybody obsesses over sex— he never wants to let you go.

your head pushes up from his neck, nosing at his jaw. he feels your hands cradling his hair, and your lips pressing kisses at the corner of his mouth. his heart skips a beat— he revels in the attention you’re giving him, even if it’s just for the moment. he knows he won’t ever be this lucky again, so he might as well enjoy the ride while he’s here.

“you wanna breed my pussy?” you bite your lip, each stroke in your cunt jerking the glasses down the slope of your nose. despite the dense flog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him. he nods desperately, tightening his hold on you, and the new angle has your clit dragging against his pelvis, “mmph— okay, yeah — put a baby in me, freak.”

and so he does. he thrusts as spurts of cum shoots inside your womb. his balls tighten as his hips rut, arms clutching onto your body with every fibre in him. you smell good, feel good, look good— and your cunt milks him dry for whatever he’s worth.

his orgasm feels short of an eternity yet simultaneously a second, his soul having transcended into an outwardly dimension. and it’s only when you scoot your ass upwards, sliding a hand between both warm bodies, that you collect his cum on the pad of your fingers. he blinks hazily, zeroing his focus when he sees you pop your fingers into your mouth.

“mhm,” you hum at the taste. he’s panting heavily, body riding a euphoric high he’s yet to come down from. you don’t seem to mind, leaning forward to catch his lips once again. and he lets you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. when you pull away, there’s a thin string of cum induced saliva pulling at your lips. “‘s my world, right? want my pussy in your mouth.”

and he instantly hardens.

#rena☆star.#gojo thirst #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru thirst #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #nerd gojo #nerdjo

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erosjournal · 5 months ago

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☆ mini life update ☆

*cracks knuckles* hi everyone *waves* so ik i've been gone for a while, so how about a life update? hm?

first, my hyperfixations have definitely changed lmao. i still love the pjo series and fandom, and will definitely be writing for them, but i'm just not as interested in it as i used to be. another thing, you can see that i am/was really into fnaf at the beginning of the year! i definitely am, but am planning on redoing my theme (again) and just doing some editing over all.

for the romance aspect of my life, i'm still head over heels for this boy ! so i did tell him i liked him, he told me he didn't like me the same. we're still friends, but text a lot and call a lot, along w/ gm and gn texts everyday so... maybe not just friends.

my 2 friends who were talking are in a weird situation rn. block girl lwk is talking 2 another guy/crushing on another guy, and its just weird and confusing and hopefully they're gonna talk abt it tmr.

i'm in mock trial ! our case is the people v gold case, and its very stressful but very fun ! i'm deputy riley kim (yaasss) and i'm so nervous bc the schools we're going against r really good

yeah. i think everythings pretty much the same, js school and such.

ty for reading lmao :D

#☆ eros yaps #☆ eros is head over heels #☆ shell boy + block girl

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odoraful · 4 months ago

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬)

it's date night and the boys react to you wearing a new dress

⟡ content: zayne/sylus/xavier/rafayel/caleb x gn!reader; established relationship; complete & utter fluff; compliments & showers of affection; dresses are described (i had dress references that i thought would suit the boys' vibes hehe, but feel free to picture whatever dress you want!); ~0.5k words per scene

⟡ a/n: my first time writing for caleb GASP! it was very fun to write him but, admittedly, i don't own all of his cards (the struggles of f2p 😞), nor have i done all of his memoria/other content, so i hope i was still able to do him justice! 🥺

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𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ⟡

Subconsciously, Zayne rose from his seat as soon as he saw you. His body somehow told him that appreciating you whilst sitting down was a horrible injustice. It was true, though. Standing gave him the proper vantage point to admire your outfit. The way the smooth white material draped around your curves and flowed down to your ankles, the fabric turning sheer near the hem. Blue watercolor-like flowers were scattered across the dress—the softness of it all made it seem like you were a walking dream. A silvery necklace rested against your collarbones, matching the teardrop gemstones that dangled from your ears.

You were still in the middle of adjusting your earrings when you walked out, not paying any mind to the effects your entrance had on your enamored partner.

Zayne’s lips parted, the air seemingly sucked from him. He blinked multiple times as if he were trying to see whether you were an illusion.

It was no trick conjured by his mind. You were real, you were his, and you were stunning.

Finished with your earrings, you looked up at him with a smile. It took every ounce of will for Zayne’s knees not to buckle and fall back onto the chair.

“I’m ready to go now,” you said, walking over to him, your heels giving a dull click against the hard floors.

“It’ll be a bit colder tonight,” was all Zayne could muster saying with most of his thoughts entangled by your appearance.

Your face immediately fell into a pout. With a disappointed sigh, you hung your head.

“Alright, I’ll go get something to cover up…”

Before your feet could even move to walk away, Zayne’s hands snaked around your waist. A short gasp fell out of you.

Beneath the thin fabric of your dress, you could feel the press of his cool fingertips. He held you in place with a firm grip, his body flush with yours. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his closeness leaving shivers up your spine.

“T-to bring something to wear on top of my dress? You just said that it would be cold.”

His brows lifted, realizing the misunderstanding he caused. “I apologize. What I meant was I’ll bring my jacket for you to wear if it gets too chilly.”

Your stomach fluttered, though you didn’t know if it was due to the proximity of his body, his low voice, or his offer to keep you warm during the night out. You turned around in his grasp, meeting his gaze.

“There is no need for you to hide it beneath extra clothing if you want to show it off. You look beautiful in that new dress, my love.”

Now you knew exactly what caused those tingles in your stomach.

The direct compliments Zayne tended to give always affected you deeply. Combined with the nickname that rolled so effortlessly off his tongue, you were the one left entangled now. And he would admire you a thousand times more just to see that expression on your face.

”Perhaps I should change the color of my tie to match.”

“Dr Zayne wanting to do couple matching?” You feigned a gasp of shock, bracing a hand against his chest. “How unheard of!”

Zayne breathed a fond and quiet laugh. “Yes, I’ve been learning a lot of new things when I’m with you.”

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 ⟡

“My, my, my,” Sylus sounded out as you walked into the kitchen. He chuckled in astonishment, the resonant sound warming your senses. “Don’t you look absolutely divine this evening?”

Sylus washed his hands at the sink and dried them off with a towel. He was in the middle of preparing dinner for the two of you when you made your grand reveal. Naturally, he had to stop everything to give you the attention you deserved.

“Do you notice anything different?” you asked innocently, hands tucked behind your back.

Sylus smirked. He rested his chin on his hand, indulging your theatrics.

“Hmm, let me guess… is it your hair?” he began, reaching out to tuck a strand behind your ear.

You tempered your expression, trying to remain neutral despite the corners of your lips curving upwards.

“Or… maybe your makeup?” he trailed his hand down to your cheek, lightly brushing against your skin with his thumb.

Sylus’ hand moved to rest at your back, guiding you closer to him. His gaze travelled from your head to your toes.

“Ah, I know what it is.”

You were wearing an elegant black dress that reached your ankles—certainly fit to be in attendance at a high class function. The bodice resembled a corset, with faux boning running from the square neckline down towards the waist before disappearing before the skirt. Thin black straps tied off in ribbons at your shoulders. A necklace of silver and ruby dazzled under the warm lights of the kitchen. Contrasting with the rest of your outfit, rather than wear a matching pair of shoes, on your feet were your prized fuzzy slippers that you wore around the Onichynus base. Sylus could help but break into a smile.

Tonight’s date was a night-in after all, so comfort would be given number one priority.

“It’s this lovely new dress.”

His compliment seemed to be amplified by the husk in his voice. You clasped your hands around his neck, pulling him nearer.

“Correct!” you grinned. “It’s the one you helped me pick out, remember?”

He nodded. Two weeks ago you had gone clothes shopping together and stumbled upon this simple black dress. Sylus saw the way your eyes lingered on it, even after being alarmed by the price tag. You were prepared to say goodbye to it on the clothing rack. Little did you know, Sylus had already signalled to the shop assistant to have it wrapped up and sent to his home.

“I do,” he answered, drawing small circles at the small of your back with his finger. “It seems we both have good taste.”

Your eyes darted away from his gaze. “I know you’re just making dinner for us, but I wanted to dress up a little.”

There was very little that could make the leader of Onichynus lose his composure, but the shyness on your face was enough to make him weak.

Sylus kissed your forehead. “Trust me when I say this, my dear, the gesture is greatly appreciated.”

He tilted your face upwards. Sincerity brimmed in his crimson gaze as he spoke,

“You know you can wear whatever you want around me. Whether you dress up or dress down, you always look stunning.”

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 ⟡

Eyes growing wide as porcelain plates, Xavier watched with awe when you exited the bedroom. He’d never seen you wear this dress. He didn’t even know where to look first.

The white fabric ruffled in two tiers around your thighs, with loose frills lining the neckline, accentuating your decolletage. It was shoulderless, with long sheer white sleeves that extended from the dress. To complement its shorter length, you wore white lace socks that ended below your knees.

It was the embodiment of flirty and sweet, only made more so by the twirl you gave him.

“You got a new dress,” Xavier observed.

He walked over to meet you, a smile blooming across his face as you toyed with the ruffles at your neckline.

“Mhm, I did! How do I look?”

Xavier ran his fingers down the sleeve, feeling the material. He trailed the length of your arm, the light touch leaving goosebumps in its wake, until he reached your hand.

“The color is just like starlight.”

Lifting your hand up to his lips, he gave your knuckles a tender kiss. It was almost a scene from a storybook—a prince boldly showcasing his affection for his lover. Though, rather than a castle, you were standing in his apartment on his blue striped rug. It didn’t matter. For you, it was a fairytale nonetheless.

“You look radiant,” he said, looking up at you with admiration and… something else.

Xavier straightened himself and inhaled. Unexpectedly, he leaned over and began unlacing his shoes, taking them off his feet. Your face contorted with confusion. Whatever he was doing now was a stark difference in tone from the previous moment you just shared.

“Xavier… what are you doing?”

He neatly lined his shoes up on the edge of the rug on the wooden floorboards.

“Can we change the date to just staying in?” he asked.

“Huh? Why?”

His answer came in the form of pulling you into a hug and collapsing on the sofa with you. You gasped in surprise. Cupping your face in both his hands, Xavier began to kiss you. Starting from your forehead down to your cheeks. In that fraction of a second each time he pulled away, he eyed you—your expression a mixture of surprise and delight, the way your chest rose and fell in that ruffled dress. He continued his affectionate ambush, his gentle lips leaving your skin warm and rose-colored.

“Xavier!” you cried out, bursting into giggles.

Though you had your hands on his shoulders, you didn’t give much resistance, letting your partner shower you with kisses.

“We’re going to be late for our reservation—mmph!”

He finally reached your lips, slowing his movements, letting himself savor the faint sweetness from the gloss you applied. You too almost got lost, brain clouded by the familiar and tempting sensation. Xavier felt your hands tap his shoulders and he pulled back to find your lips in a pout.

“You know we’re never going to leave if we stay like this.”

Xavier sighed resignedly. “Okay, okay, we’ll go.”

Nodding his head he rested his forehead on your shoulder, as if it took all his strength to move away. “I just couldn’t help it. It’s hard to resist kissing you when you look like that.”

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ⟡

Being a denizen of an underwater kingdom meant Rafayel had seen many pretty sights in his life. But, none would compare to when he was looking at you. Especially now when you walked into his studio wearing a new dress. His lips curved into a smile, unable to contain the wonder on his face.

The dress was made of a taupe-coloured chiffon with red flowers and olive leaves patterning the fabric. From the open window of his studio, the light breeze made the flowy material flutter around your legs. The waistline ended just below the bust, with a heart-shaped neckline that gave the perfect space for your shell necklace (given as a present from Rafayel himself). Your white sandals tapped against the floorboards, ready for your evening by the beach.

“Is there a special anniversary I’m forgetting?” Rafayel asked, placing his hands on his hips. “Why am I receiving such a lovely gift?”

You chuckled, speaking with a playful lilt, “Sometimes there’s no reason for nice things to happen. I just thought I’d try on something new.”

He approached, holding your hands in his. The swirl of violet and pink in his eyes gleamed with splendour. “You look beautiful, like you just stepped out of a painting.”

“You can thank Aunt Talia,” you said. “She helped choose it for me when she visited Linkon.”

Rafayel shrugged, though, there was pride in his voice as he spoke. “It’s easy to pick when you have a perfect muse like yourself.”

With his hand still in yours, Rafayel stretched his arm outward, creating distance between you two before leading you towards his chest. You twirled into his arms like a ballroom dancer, the skirt of your dress dancing along with you.

He wished he had something to record your laugh in that moment—the pure delight in your voice. Perhaps he could keep it in a seashell for him to hold to his ear whenever he missed you. More of your giggles erupted when he swung you out from him once again. This time, when he pulled you in, he braced an arm around your back, dipping you.

His face was inches away from yours. He looked at the pink dusting your cheeks, the sparkle on your eyelids, and the giddiness in your smile. The statement remained true. No other sight could compare to you.

Lifting you back to standing position, he kept his arms encircled at your waist.

“The fabric of the dress flows just like water,” he commented. “And the colour compliments you so nicely.”

Rafayel appeared entranced, as if he was staring at a rare artwork sitting in an illustrious gallery. Studying your features with that same painter’s eye.

“You’re giving me that look again.” You lightly poked the tip of his nose with your index finger. “Am I to be the inspiration for your next piece now?”

He shook his head in amusement. “Cutie, you should see the margins of all my sketchbooks.”

“You’re always an inspiration to me, every second of every day.”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 ⟡

Waiting for you to come out of your room made Caleb’s stomach flutter in anticipation. It wasn’t dissimilar to the very first time he tried flying. The sudden change in speed and altitude. That momentary weightlessness before everything dropped. He didn’t realise being at your apartment in Linkon City, waiting to see what you were going to wear for the night, would provoke the same feelings as being in a fighter jet. He covered his face with his hand in an act of controlling himself–conscious of the effect you had on him.

The moment ended when he heard your door click shut. Caleb turned around from staring at the photographs on the wall to finally see you.

At a first glance, the dress was simple–made of a silky material with no embellishments, and two thin straps at the shoulders. However, in the light, your green dress shimmered with iridescence. The gold that shone through the fabric shifted with every step you took towards him, ever changing depending on where the light was hitting you.

Caleb folded his arms, his eyes shamelessly wandering up and down. A slow and intentional gaze that ensured he could memorize the image he saw before him.

You were practically beaming at him, and his own heart leapt from his chest.

“I don’t recognize this from your wardrobe. Is it new?” His question came out almost breathless.

“It is, how observant of you,” you chirped. “What do you think?”

You took one more step closer until he could reach out and feel the material for himself. It was smooth and delicate under his touch. He let it slip off his fingers before looking back at you, completely transfixed.

“You look gorgeous,” he breathed. The earnesty in his voice made your pulse skip.

“You know,” Caleb circled around you, hands at his back. It seemed as though he wanted to admire the dress from every angle, “any person in their right mind would want to get close after seeing someone as cute as you.”

Without you realising, he had actually cornered you against your wall of photographs.

He placed his left hand against the wall beside your head, satisfaction plain on his face. You puffed out your cheeks in mock annoyance at Caleb’s sneaky position switching. Only you got to witness this mischievous, boyish side to him.

“I guess I’ll have to keep a lookout tonight,” he whispered in your ear before kissing you on the cheek.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay right by your side,” you reassured, patting his head.

“Mmm, that’s good to hear.” He leaned into your touch, lips curved into a soft, nostalgic smile.

“I remember you weren’t too fond of wearing dresses when you were younger.”

“That was a long time ago,” you commented, brushing your fingers through his dark hair to tidy it up. “Things can change.”

He caught your hand in his, interlocking his fingers with yours. Warmth radiated through your palms.

“Then, I want to see you in more pretty clothes like this,” he said. “Let’s go shopping tomorrow, I’ll get you anything you want.”

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kaitoru · 1 month ago

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୨୧ crybaby choso . . .

you accidentally raised your voice at him, welp now you have to comfort him. . . mdni

everyone who knew choso knew he wore his heart on his sleeve, the man was an open book, emotions spilling out like ink on a page, especially when it came to you, gis sensitivity was both his charm and his achilles’ heel, and you’d learned to navigate it with care, but sometimes, even you slipped up.

it had been a long day, the kind where every little thing grated on your nerves, choso, in his well meaning but slightly chaotic way, had accidentally knocked over your favorite mug while trying to help in the kitchen.

the sharp crack of ceramic hitting the floor was the final straw. “choso, seriously?!” you’d snapped, your voice louder than intended, frustration spilling over, his dark eyes widened, and before you could soften your tone, he mumbled a quiet apology and retreated, shoulders hunched.

less than an hour later, you found him in the living room, curled up on the couch, avoiding your gaze, the air felt heavy with his silence, and when you caught a glimpse of his face, your heart sank.

his eyes were glassy, brimming with unshed tears, his lips pressed into a tight line as he stared at the floor, choso, your tough on the outside, soft on the inside boyfriend, was on the verge of crying over your sharp words.

“aw, fuck, baby, come on.” you said, your voice softening as guilt washed over you. “i didn’t mean it like that.” you crossed the room in a few quick strides, dropping onto the couch beside him, he flinched slightly but didn’t pull away when you reached for him.

your hands found his face cupping his cheeks gently, thumbs brushing over the familiar tattoos that framed his sharp features. “hey, look at me,” you murmured, tilting his head up.

his eyes flickered to yours, hesitant and vulnerable, and you couldn’t help but lean in, pressing soft kisses across his forehead, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose anywhere you could reach to chase away the hurt.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered between kisses, your lips lingering on his skin. “you know i don’t mean to snap, that mug wasn’t even that special.” a small, shaky laugh escaped him, and you felt the tension in his body start to melt.

you pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel the faint tremor in his frame as he let out a quiet sniffle.

“i just… didn’t want to mess up,” he mumbled, voice muffled against you. “i know you’ve had a rough day.”

your heart clenched, choso always tried so hard to make you happy, even when it meant putting his own feelings on the back burner, you pressed another kiss to his temple, your fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging gently to coax him out of his shell. “you didn’t mess up, okay? i’m the one who overreacted. let me make it up to you.”

what followed was a slow, deliberate dance of affection and atonement, your hands moved with purpose, gentle and firm, as you worked to unravel him, choso’s initial shyness gave way to soft groans, his head tipping back against the couch as he surrendered to the moment.

“oh, shit,” he gasped, voice breaking with a mix of pleasure and lingering emotion, tears still clung to his lashes, but they weren’t from sadness anymore they were from the overwhelming intensity of your touch.

you glanced up at him, a smirk tugging at your lips as you watched his reactions, his cheeks were flushed, his lips parted, and every shuddering breath he took was a testament to how much he trusted you. “worth the tears, huh?” you teased softly, your voice low and warm.

he let out a breathless laugh, one hand reaching down to tangle in your hair. “yeah,” he managed, his voice rough but laced with affection. “definitely worth it.”

#kai ࣪ ִֶָ writes choso 𓂃 #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo #jjk choso kamo #jujutsu kamo #jujutsu choso #jujutsu choso kamo #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #choso kamo smut #choso kamo x reader #choso x f!reader #choso x female reader #choso x you

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nonasuch · 7 months ago

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it's that time:

Miss Universe National Costume 2024

is Here!

that's right! Everyone's favorite justification for the continued existence of beauty pageants has returned. with Looks!

Some of this year's top Themes include:

foliage!

gold!

weapons!

giant birds!

letting seventh-graders make your costume, apparently!

I did watch the video, but the most complete version I could find is missing a bit at the beginning. So I can't tell you what the inspiration was for anything before Bolivia; on the bright side that's fewer shitty rhyming couplets I had to suffer through.

Let's begin with:

Miss Angola! Tone down the color palette a little, and this honestly could have worked for that year the Met Gala was Catholicism- themed.

Miss Argentina, looking just thrilled about the sparkly toucan on her head. I feel like this is supposed to read as some combination of jungle/river/waterfall but this is from the part that I couldn't find on video.

Miss Aruba, I don't know if your giant spangly bird headdress was supposed to look like a potoo, but I am choosing to believe that it's on purpose and I love that for you.

(okay I checked, it's an endangered Aruban burrowing owl. even better!)

This is like the fourth year in a row Miss Australia has just worn a regular-ass gown. Do better!

You know who's doing better? Miss Bahamas, is who. Look at that giant fish. I wish I had video of this, I bet it moves.

Ah yes, when I think of Belarus I definitely think 'verdant tropical foliage.' also is it just me or is does the bodice fit very weird.

Holy shit, Miss Bolivia. This is where the video kicks in, so I can tell you that she somehow managed to dance in it. I'm a little afraid that this costume is going to eat Miss Aruba.

Miss Bonaire is from a Caribbean island that I don't think has ever competed in Miss Universe before? They have a national marine park that this costume is based on, which is is nice!

Miss Botswana's costume is made of leather and cowrie shells, and she is clearly having a great time being able to move freely without 75 pounds of headdress or platform heels. She did a very cute dance that kind of felt like a flex on her more heavily encumbered competitors.

Miss Brazil is wearing a tribute to Brazil's mineral wealth, which is something that basically every country with a mine in it has done at some point. I like the pannier-esque things, I guess.

Love a Tribute To A Weirdly Specific Thing, and Miss British Virgin Islands' mail-themed costume is a wonderful example of such.

Miss Bulgaria showed up dressed as a supervillain, her outfit is vaguely themed around 'the strength of women' and she just spat out a MOUTHFUL of BLOOD? on stage??? No idea how to react to that, frankly.

I'm going to pause to get the next batch of images together, and also to recover from the 'spat out a mouthful of blood' thing, because I was NOT prepared for that.

#miss universe national costume

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moonlightwritingf1 · 7 days ago

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No Mercy | LN4

💋 summary ━━━━━━━ Lando and Y/N are still in the early stages of their relationship, discovering each other emotionally and physically. After a night out, Lando takes control in the bedroom.

💋 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

💋 word count ━━━━━━━ 5.2k

💋 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, creampie, rough sex, aftercare, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, begging for creampie

It had been a long night, the kind that left them both buzzing with energy yet exhausted in equal measure. The event had been glamorous, filled with champagne and laughter, but now, as she stepped into Lando’s apartment, the world felt quieter, more intimate.

She kicked off her heels, letting them clatter to the ground, and tossed her clutch onto the couch. Lando stood by the door, his coat still on, hands in his pockets, watching her with a sly smile that made her stomach flip. He was always like this—confident, charming, and a little bit dangerous. It was one of the many things she found irresistible about him.

“What do you want to eat?” she asked, turning to face him. Her voice was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it, a hint of something deeper that neither of them had fully explored yet. They were still learning each other, discovering the ways their bodies fit together, the ways their minds connected. And tonight, something about the way he looked at her made her feel he was about to show her another side of himself.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned against the wall, his eyes tracing over her body with a slow, deliberate intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. His gaze lingered on her lips, then lowered, sweeping down her chest and hips before finally meeting her eyes again. When he spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that sent shivers down her spine.

“Bend over,” he said.

The words hung in the air between them, thick and charged with meaning. She blinked, momentarily unsure she’d heard him correctly. But then his smirk deepened, and the glint in his eye left no room for doubt. He wasn’t teasing. Not this time.

Oh, she thought, her heart pounding faster. This is different.

She hesitated just for a moment, caught between surprise and curiosity. Lando watched her, patient but insistent, his posture relaxed but his presence commanding. He wasn’t going to push, not unless she gave him the go-ahead. But the look in his eyes told her everything—he wanted this. More than that, he wanted her to want it, too.

And she did. Somehow, in the span of two words, he’d managed to make her feel bold, reckless. She swallowed hard, her pulse racing as she took a step toward the kitchen counter. The cool surface pressed against her palms as she leaned forward, knees slightly bent, ass angled just so. The position felt vulnerable, exposed, but it also sent a jolt of anticipation through her.

Behind her, Lando moved. His footsteps were quiet, measured, but they echoed in her ears like thunder. She could feel his presence behind her, close enough that she sensed the heat radiating off his body. He didn’t touch her right away, though. Instead, he paused, letting the silence stretch out until it was almost unbearable.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough with desire. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you like this.”

His hands came down on her hips, firm and possessive, pulling her back against him. She gasped at the contact, her body already reacting to his nearness. His erection pressed into her lower back, hot and undeniable, and she couldn’t help but arch into it, craving more of him.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His breath was warm, intoxicating, and it sent a shiver racing down her spine. “Every time I look at you, I think about how fucking good it would feel to be inside you.”

His words were dirty, raw, and they sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her. She moaned softly, unable to hold it back, and he responded by tightening his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need—”

“You need what?” he prompted, tone teasing but his movements were anything but playful. He nudged her thighs apart with his knee, positioning himself between them. “Tell me, baby. What do you need?”

“You,” she breathed, cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. “I need you.”

His chuckle was dark, almost feral, sending goosebumps cascading over her skin. “Good girl,” he said, leaning down to nip at the nape of her neck. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Before she could respond, he slid his hand between her legs, cupping her core through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped, body tensing instinctively, but his touch was firm, unyielding. He rubbed against her in slow, deliberate circles, pressing just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “I want to feel how wet you are.”

She obeyed without thinking, letting her thighs fall open as his fingers continued their relentless assault. The heat between her legs was overwhelming, pooling deep inside her as his thumb brushed her clit. She moaned again, louder this time, head dropping back against his shoulder.

“You like that?” he asked, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “You like feeling my hand on you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, voice barely above a whisper. “Please, Lando—”

“Patience,” he said, tone sharp but touch gentle as he traced a line up her inner thigh. “We’ve got all night.”

He let out a soft groan of approval as his fingers dipped under her dress until they met the resistance of her underwear. “So wet already,” he murmured, tone laced with admiration. “You really are desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted, voice breaking as he pressed his fingers against the fabric, applying just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through her.

He pulled back slightly, hands retreating to her hips as he leaned in closer. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice calm but commanding. “Face me.”

She did as he asked, turning with hesitant steps. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and unyielding, as if he were seeing straight through to her soul. His hands gripped her waist again, pulling her closer until there was barely any space between them.

“Look at me,” he said, voice low and hypnotic. “Don’t look away.”

She met his gaze, unable to tear her eyes away, as his hands traveled up her torso, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. A shiver ran through her at the contact, her heart racing as his fingers continued their journey, tracing the outline of her bra before sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders and slipping his hands beneath the fabric of her bra.

Her breath hitched as his fingers circled her nipples, teasing them lightly before applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. “Lando,” she whimpered, hands reaching to grip his arms for support.

He smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Do you like that?” he asked, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Or would you rather I go slower?”

“No,” she managed, voice trembling. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning in to nip at her earlobe. “I knew you’d be greedy.”

His hands drifted higher, thumbs slipping under the straps of her bra and easing them down her arms. With practiced deftness he unhooked the clasp, stripping the lace away to bare her breasts to the cool air—and to his hungry gaze. A soft gasp escaped her throat as the garment joined the growing pile on the floor.

Without pausing, he found the hidden zipper at the small of her back. The sound of metal teeth parting was faint, almost teasing, as he drew it downward in one slow, deliberate motion. The dress loosened, silk sliding over her hips before gravity claimed the fabric. It puddled at her feet in a silent surrender, leaving her exposed beneath the dim light while his eyes roamed every inch of newly revealed skin.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as his fingers reached the edge of her panties and pressed against the fabric as if testing the waters.

“Take them off,” he said, voice calm but insistent. “I want to see you completely bare.”

She hesitated, unsure, but his stare was unrelenting. Slowly, she slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them and leaving them pooled at her feet. He let out a low whistle, eyes raking over her nakedness with obvious appreciation.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, voice filled with genuine admiration. “Absolutely beautiful.”

His hands returned to her hips, guiding her closer as he stepped forward. She felt the hard length of his erection pressing against her stomach, and gasped at the sudden intimacy. He let out a soft groan, hands tightening on her waist as he ground himself against her.

“God, you feel so good,” he muttered, voice thick with desire. “So warm, so wet—”

She whimpered, hands grasping his shoulders as he continued to move against her. The friction was maddening, building the tension inside her until it felt like she might explode. “Lando,” she breathed, voice barely audible over her pounding heart. “Please—”

He pulled back slightly, hands sliding to her thighs. “Bend over,” he commanded, voice firm and unyielding. “I want to see you spread for me.”

She hesitated, heart racing as the words sank in, but there was no mistaking the intensity in his gaze, the raw hunger that said he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Slowly, she bent over again, placing her hands on the countertop and spreading her legs wide.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice filled with satisfaction as he stepped behind her. “Perfect.”

She felt his presence close, his warmth enveloping her as he moved in. Behind her, she heard the unmistakable sound of him unzipping his jeans, the quiet rustle of fabric stirring her anticipation. He remained clothed otherwise, only freeing his cock from the confines of his pants, the intimacy somehow heightened by the contrast. His hands returned to grip her hips firmly, steadying her as he positioned himself at her entrance. She held her breath, anticipation humming through her veins as she waited for his next move.

“Are you ready?” he asked, voice low and intimate. “Because I’m not going to hold back.”

“Yes,” she whispered, voice trembling with need. “Please, Lando—”

He didn’t waste any time. With one swift motion, he plunged into her, filling her completely. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, body clenching around him as he began to move.

Lando’s thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, each one drawing a soft moan from her lips. He took his time, savoring every inch of her, every curve and contour of her body. His hands slid up her sides, tracing the line of her ribs before wrapping around her torso, pulling her back against him. She felt his breath hot on her neck, lips brushing her skin as he whispered sweet, filthy things in her ear.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “So tight, so perfect—”

His words sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn’t help but press herself back against him, urging him on. His grip on her hips tightened, and then, without warning, he picked up the pace. His thrusts became more urgent, deeper, each one hitting her in just the right spot. She moaned loudly, head falling forward as she struggled to keep up with his rhythm.

“Oh God, Lando…” she gasped, voice breaking. “Harder… please—”

He didn’t need telling twice. With a growl, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back onto him, driving into her with even more force. She felt every inch of him, every ridge and vein as he pounded into her. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he continued to thrust deeper and harder.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, voice rough and primal. “Take it… take all of me—”

She whimpered, fingers gripping the edge of the counter as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. His thrusts were relentless now, each one sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body. She felt her orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter inside with every movement.

Lando’s hands slipped to her thighs, lifting them slightly as he adjusted his angle. The change sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she cried out as he hit that perfect spot deep inside.

“Fuck, yes!” she screamed, voice echoing off the walls. “Don’t stop, Lando… don’t you dare stop—”

He didn’t. If anything, he only pushed harder, his movements almost desperate now. She felt his cock twitching inside her, evidence of his own impending release, yet still he kept going, driving into her with everything he had.

“I’m close,” he panted, voice ragged. “So close—”

She felt it too, tension in her body reaching breaking point. Her legs trembled, muscles quivering as pleasure threatened to consume her. She wanted to hold on, to prolong the sensation, but it was no use. The wave was coming, unstoppable.

“Lando!” she screamed as her orgasm finally hit. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, body convulsing around him as she came apart. She clung to the counter, legs nearly giving out as pleasure overwhelmed every fiber of her being.

Lando didn’t slow. If anything, he sped up, matching her rhythm as he chased his own release. His thrusts became erratic, breathing harsh and uneven as he fought to hold on just a little longer.

“I can’t… I can’t wait…” he groaned, voice strained. “So good, baby… so fucking good—”

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, he found his release. His body went rigid, hands gripping her hips as he spilled inside. She felt the warm rush fill her, the sensation sending another shiver of pleasure through her already sensitive body.

For a moment, neither of them moved. They just stood there, panting and trembling as their bodies slowly came down from the high. Lando’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. She could feel his heart pounding against her back, the rhythm matching her own as they tried to catch their breath.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “You have no idea how good that felt—”

She smiled softly, turning her head to kiss his temple. “I think I might have some ideas.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. His hands began exploring her body again, gently caressing her skin as he slowly withdrew from inside her. She bit her lip, feeling a slight pang of emptiness as he pulled out, but it was quickly replaced by a new wave of arousal.

Lando seemed to sense it too, because his hands immediately went to work. He turned her around, pressing her back against the counter as his lips crashed down on hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. His tongue slid into her mouth, exploring every inch as his hands roamed over her body, teasing and taunting as he built her back up.

“You’re insatiable,” she murmured against his lips, voice laced with amusement.

He smirked, pulling back slightly to look down at her. “And you love it.”

Lando’s arms tightened around her as he hoisted her up effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She let out a soft gasp, core still sensitive from the intensity of moments before, but his touch—his presence—was already reigniting the fire within her. His hands steadied her, one gripping her thigh while the other pressed firmly against her back, pulling her closer.

The kitchen counter was just behind her, and for a moment, she wondered if he might set her down there again, but instead, he carried her toward the hallway, his stride confident and purposeful.

“Where are we going?” she asked playfully, voice teasing as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her breath tickled his skin, and she felt the faintest shiver run through him, though his expression remained assured as ever.

“You’ll see,” he said, tone low and smooth, like molten caramel. There was something dangerous in his voice, something that made her pulse quicken. His lips brushed her ear, sending electricity down her spine. “Just trust me.”

Trust me. It sounded simple enough, but coming from him, it was an invitation to surrender completely. And she wanted to. God, she wanted to.

He walked with her nestled against him, his body warm and solid beneath her hands. She could feel every ridge of muscle, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, steady and strong. His cologne surrounded her, a heady mix of cedarwood and spice that made her head spin. Every step brought them closer to the bedroom, and with each passing second, the anticipation grew thicker in the air.

When he finally reached the door, Lando kicked it open with a single powerful motion, carrying her inside. The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the night sky filtering through the curtains. He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands lingering on her hips before sliding up her sides. She looked up at him, heart pounding in her chest, and saw the same hunger in his eyes that she felt on her own.

“Undress me,” he commanded, voice firm but not harsh. There was no room for hesitation, no chance to second-guess herself. She nodded, swallowing hard as she reached for the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers fumbled slightly, betraying the nervous excitement coursing through her, but he didn’t rush her. Instead, he watched with an amused glint in his eyes, clearly enjoying the sight of her eager yet slightly uncertain.

One by one, she popped the buttons open, revealing the expanse of his chest beneath. His skin gleamed under the soft light, and when her fingers grazed over his stomach, she felt the ripple of muscle. He wasn’t just handsome—he was powerful, and the realization sent a thrill racing through her veins.

Once the shirt was off, she moved her hands up and down his abdomen, looking up at him with a coy smile.

“What’s next?” she asked, voice dripping with mischief.

“Don’t play games with me,” he warned lightly, though there was no real threat in his tone. If anything, his words only fueled her boldness.

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his collarbone, feeling his body tense beneath her. Then, with deliberate slowness, she kissed her way down his chest, stopping to nip at his skin just above his navel. He sucked in a sharp breath, hands tightening on her shoulders as if to keep himself grounded. But she wasn’t done yet.

With a flick of her wrist, she tugged his jeans down over his hips, the zipper already undone from before. His boxers slid off easily with them, pooling at his ankles. His cock sprang completely free—already hard again, still slick with her from the last time he’d been buried deep inside her. The sight made her breath hitch.

He was big. Thick, flushed, glistening not just with pre-cum but with the wet evidence of what they’d just done. Her thighs instinctively pressed together as her core clenched around nothing, aching for him again. She stared for a moment, unable to look away, her mouth slightly parted as heat rushed through her.

Lando groaned, grip tightening as he stepped out of his pants. “Take me,” he growled, voice deep and commanding. “Show me how much you want me.”

Her breath caught, but there was no hesitation now. She shifted back on the bed, spreading her legs slightly as she positioned herself. Lando climbed onto the mattress, movements fluid and confident, and knelt between her thighs. His gaze locked onto hers, desire burning in his eyes—a reflection of her own.

“Are you ready?” he asked, voice rough and raw.

She nodded, biting her lip as she reached for him. Her hand wrapped around his length, squeezing gently as she guided him toward her entrance. He groaned again, hips twitching as she stroked him, and she felt a surge of satisfaction—she was in control now, and the power thrilled her.

But just as she began to lower herself onto him, Lando pulled back, eyes narrowing as he studied her. “Wait,” he said quietly, voice tinged with something darker and more possessive. “I want to taste you first.”

Before she could respond, he shifted, settling himself between her legs. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as his head dipped. Then his tongue was on her, sliding along her folds with expert precision. She cried out, arching her back as his mouth worked its magic, licking and sucking with a fervor that left her breathless.

“Lando…” she moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue delved deeper, flicking against her clit with relentless pressure, orchestrating every movement, every sensation. She was nothing but a willing participant in his game.

“Fuck, Y/N… you taste so good,” he murmured, voice muffled but commanding. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her legs higher as he continued to devour her, making no effort to hide his pleasure. “So sweet…”

Her head lolled back against the pillows, body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Lando’s tongue was relentless, exploring every inch of her, the tension building inside, threatening to overwhelm her.

“Lando, I’m… I’m gonna—” she gasped, voice breaking as her orgasm surged closer.

He didn’t stop; he doubled down, thrusting his tongue inside her with renewed vigor. His fingers found her clit, rubbing in circles as his mouth worked in tandem, the combination too much. Her vision blurred, stars bursting behind her eyelids as she came, hips bucking against him as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, Lando lifted his head, eyes filled with desire and smoldering. He crawled up her body, kissing her deeply as his hands roamed her skin, rekindling the fire that had barely cooled.

“Now,” he said, voice thick with arousal, “fuck me.”

She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his cock with a firm grip. Her eyes locked onto his as she guided him to her entrance, her body trembling with anticipation. Lando’s breath hitched, his gaze darkening as he watched her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

“Take me,” he growled, voice thick with need. “Show me how much you want it.”

She didn’t hesitate. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her completely. Her head fell back against the pillows, a moan escaping her lips as she felt every inch of him stretching her, claiming her. Lando groaned above her, his hands tightening on her hips as he watched her take him, his eyes blazing with desire.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice rough. “You feel so fucking good.”

She began to move. Her hips rolled up to meet his, slow at first—deliberate, controlled. The thick slide of him inside her made her gasp, her back arching off the bed as pleasure coiled hot and tight in her core. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin with each motion, as if anchoring herself to the only thing keeping her from unraveling completely.

She set the rhythm, hips tilting, grinding, riding each thrust with a desperate, breathless need. The drag of his cock inside her was perfect, deep, filling her so completely it was dizzying. Wet sounds filled the room, their bodies moving in perfect sync, skin against skin, heat against heat.

Lando’s breath came in ragged gasps above her, jaw clenched as he held himself back, letting her take everything she needed. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice hoarse, forehead pressed to hers.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and husky. “Take what you need.”

She moaned, the sound breaking free from her throat as her hips moved beneath him in frantic, rolling motions. She was on her back, thighs trembling as they cradled his body, and every grind of her hips sent a jolt of pleasure through her spine. She chased it—desperate, aching—her pace becoming more urgent, more erratic, even as exhaustion started to creep into her limbs.

Her body trembled with the effort, slick with sweat and need, and she could feel the burn building in her muscles, her thighs beginning to shake. But she didn’t stop. Not yet. The pleasure was too close—taunting her, tightening with every movement.

Lando hovered above her, breath ragged, his hands sliding up her sides, fingertips brushing over the curves of her body like he was memorizing her. His touch was reverent, grounding, but his eyes—his eyes burned into her with so much need it made her breath hitch. His jaw was clenched, body strung tight as he watched her fight for her release.

Her hips faltered for a moment, stuttering in their rhythm, and her hands gripped his arms harder, fingers digging into muscle.

“Lando…” she gasped, voice cracking with desperation. “I need you… I need you to fuck me.”

His entire body shuddered at her words, restraint snapping in an instant. He dipped down, mouth brushing her ear as he whispered, “You have no idea what you just started.”

And then he took over. Lando didn’t wait. With a growl, he surged forward, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her toward him. In one swift motion, he lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders, and drove into her with a force that made her cry out. Her back arched off the bed, her hands scrambling for grip on the sheets as he claimed her completely.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice rough and strained. “You feel so fucking good.”

He didn’t hold back. His hips snapped against hers, each thrust driving her deeper into the mattress. The angle was perfect, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. She gasped, her nails digging into his arms as he fucked her with a relentless rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Lando!” she cried, her voice breaking as the pleasure built inside her. “Oh God, don’t stop!”

He didn’t. If anything, he only went harder, his hands tightening on her hips as he pinned her down, taking what he wanted. She could feel the power in every movement, the way he controlled her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re mine,” he growled, voice low and possessive. “All mine.”

She nodded frantically, unable to form words as the intensity of it all consumed her. Her legs trembled where they rested on his shoulders, her body completely at his mercy. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued to fuck her, his tongue sliding against hers in a parallel of what his cock was doing to her.

“Come for me,” he demanded, breaking the kiss to look down at her. His eyes were filled with a hunger that made her shiver. “I want to feel you come around me.”

She didn’t need telling twice. With a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Lando groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release, his grip on her hips almost bruising.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” he started, but she cut him off.

“Inside me,” she begged, voice trembling with need. “Please, Lando, come inside me. I want to feel you fill me up. I need it—I need you.” Her hands clawed at his back, pulling him closer as if she could somehow make him deeper, make him stay forever. “Don’t hold back. Give me everything. I want to feel you pulse inside me, feel you claim me completely.”

Lando groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his control slipping as her words drove him wild. “Fuck, you’re so greedy,” he muttered, voice rough and strained. “You want it that bad?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her hips lifting to meet his every thrust. “I need it. I need to feel you come inside me, Lando. Please, I want to be yours. I want to feel you mark me, own me. Please.”

Her words were like a match to gasoline, igniting something primal in him. His hands tightened on her hips, fingers digging into her skin as he drove into her with a force that left her breathless. “You’re mine,” he growled, voice low and possessive. “All mine.”

“Yes,” she cried, her body trembling as the pleasure built to a crescendo. “Yours. Always yours. Just come inside me, Lando. I need it. I need you.”

With a final, powerful thrust, he did. His body went rigid above her, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he spilled inside her. She felt the warmth fill her, the sensation sending another shiver of pleasure through her already sensitive body.

For a moment, neither of them moved. They just lay there, panting and trembling as their bodies slowly came down from the high. Lando’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, the rhythm matching her own as they tried to catch their breath.

Lando pulled back, his lips glistening as he looked up at her with a wicked grin. “You’re so fucking naughty,” he teased, his voice low and husky. “I didn’t know you had it in you.” His fingers traced lazy circles on her inner thigh, sending shivers through her already sensitive body. “But I like it. I like it a lot.”

She blushed, her cheeks flushing crimson as she tried to catch her breath. “You bring it out of me,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, before leaning down to kiss her gently. His lips were soft, almost tender, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. “Good,” he whispered against her mouth. “Because I plan to keep bringing it out of you.”

As the heat between them began to cool, Lando shifted, pulling her into his arms. He laid back against the pillows, cradling her against his chest. His fingers trailed lightly over her skin, soothing and gentle now, as if he were trying to erase any lingering tension. She sighed, melting into him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern as he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

She nodded, nuzzling closer to him. “More than okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “That was… incredible.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re incredible,” he murmured. “But don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

She laughed softly, the sound warm and content. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

For a while, they just lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. Lando’s touch was tender now, his hands moving in slow, comforting strokes as he held her close. She felt safe, cherished, and utterly spent.

“Get some rest,” he said quietly, his voice a soothing rumble in his chest. “I’ve got you.”

And with that, she let herself drift, knowing that in his arms, she was exactly where she belonged.

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At your mercy

ʚ pairing: sylus x reader

ʚ cont: fem reader, switch!sylus & reader, “good boy” kink, dirty talk, teasing, restraints, riding, masturbation, finger sucking, nipple play

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“So…” You drawl, prowling around Sylus like a predator. He’s strapped to a chair, his arms bound behind his back while his legs are secured around the legs of the chair, spread wide. “How does it feel to be the one tied up and at my mercy?” Your foot presses between his spread legs, and his hips leave the chair as he scoots down, giving you more access between them.

Tilting his head back, his crimson gaze rakes down the length of your leg hungrily. “I’m at your mercy now?” He hums a thoughtful sound, gaze laser focused on your heel clad foot that slowly inches towards the bulge between his thighs. “Have you thought to consider I’m allowing myself to be at your mercy?”

Narrowing your eyes, you place your foot back on the ground and stand between his legs. You reach out to touch his chest, finger trailing from the column of his pale neck to where the first button of his shirt is undone. He gasps. “You do look like someone who is awfully willing to submit, right now.”

He laughs, but it sounds breathy when you teasing undo the buttons down his torso. Each scrape of your nails against sensitive skin makes his breath hitch. “Perhaps I’m being so still because the look on your face is too sweet to ruin. You look awfully confident right now, kitten.”

You hum, peeling open his shirt and pulling it out from where it’s tucked into his pants. It flares out, exposing his impossibly defined abs, and a chest that is rising and falling too quickly, betraying his calm demeanor. But you could tell his impatience from the bulge in his pants as well–and from how he was spreading his legs wider, he wasn’t ashamed of his reaction. “Having the leader of Onychinus like this…”

A half sigh half grumble vibrates in his throat when you undo the belt around his hips, clanking noisily in his quiet room, save for the soft music playing on vinyl in the background. “Heady? Your cheeks are flushed.”

His hips raise when you slide the belt through the loops, gathering it in your hands before discarding it to the floor. “You should see yourself.” He watches with rapt attention as you lean in and brush a finger over his pert nipple. He gasps at the featherlight touch, abdomen clenching. “You’re even red here.”

Sylus grunts, and the excitement in his pants twitches hard enough to be shown through his dark pants. With each touch, his eyes grow more lidded, until he almost looks tired, but you know he’s anything but.

Flicking your finger over his nipple for the last time, he grunts and jerks against his restraints when you pull away. “Sensitive?” You ask.

His smirk is dizzying. “I enjoy everything you do to me.”

With a mischievous look on your face, you wrap your arms around his waist and settle into his lap. His reaction is immediate. His deep groan finds its way to your core, making you clench around nothing. You can feel him so clearly under you, throbbing and twitching like crazy.

Lust filled eyes meet yours. “Getting excited? I thought this was supposed to be torturous for me?” He gasps, lips parting when you roll your hips against his bulge, trying not to show how much it affects you.

“So this isn’t? Me grinding on you like this, knowing we're so close, yet so far…” You lean in and lower your voice, speaking against the shell of his ear. “Knowing I’m dripping for you and you can do nothing about it, because I am in control… That isn’t torturous?”

When he doesn’t respond, you pull back and smile at the drunk look on his face. All teasing is gone, the look he gives you is almost scary, intimidating, and if he wasn’t restrained, you might have lost confidence. But you were in charge, so he could stare at you with pleading looks filled with dark promises all he wanted.

He parts his lips when you lean in, expecting a kiss, but you divert to his neck instead, laying kiss after kiss in his most sensitive points. He groans, and you can feel the vibrations pressed against you. His hips thrust upwards, and it feels too good to reprimand him verbally, so you instead sink your teeth into his skin.

His reaction is immediate. He laughs through a groan, biceps straining when he struggles. “So rough, kitten.” He thrusts his hip upwards again, and you respond with another bite. He grunts, gasping heavily. “So that’s it, this is my punishment for being greedy.”

Pulling away, your lips feel swollen when you look down at him. “And you’re not being a very good boy.” He groans at the name, and something inside your head clicks open and malfunctions.

Sylus. The leader of Onychinus, just moaned at being called a good boy.

“You moved on purpose because you wanted me to bite you, didn’t you?” You ignored the feeling of losing control in your mind, pretending to have composure and not give away that you had probably soaked through your panties.

Sylus cocks his head to the side, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Pinching his chin, you tilt his head upwards, fingers finding his neglected nipple at the same time. His stuttered, deep groan and half eye roll nearly makes you cum. “Good boy’s don't lie, Sylus.”

He smiles, and he looks ruined. “Then punish me. I’ve been bad.”

It took an insurmountable amount of strength not to whip his dick out and sit on it in one go. He had to be punished first.

He groaned when you slid off his lap, purposefully pressing down on him while you did. Then, you dropped to your knees and parted his thighs. “Careful kitten, you don’t look like you’re getting ready to punish me down there.”

You smiled, not diverting your eyes away even while your fingers found his fly and unzipped it. His legs twitched. You pulled his slacks down a few inches, with his help of him raising his hips. They sat low on his ass, giving you just enough room to pull him out. But not before a little teasing.

You ran your fingers along the soft white hairs on his pelvis, dangerously closed to the half slack-half boxer covered monster in his pants. He thrust upwards, and you retaliated by pinching what little fat he had on the side of his hips, making his cock twitch.

“Pinching now?” He gasped, the deep baritone of his voice growing more gravely with his arousal.

You ran your hands up and down his muscled thighs, occasionally teasing his pelvis with your nails. “Down here didn’t seem to hate it so much.” Pressing the points of your nails against his naval, you scratched down his skin with little force, enough to leave red marks on his pale skin. His gasp was loud, followed by smaller grunts and heavy breathing. “Yeah, I don’t think you hate pain at all.”

He laughed at that, the sound expensive and rich. “I told you once before, kitten, I like everything you do to me. Scratch me, bite me, tease me, do whatever you want with me.”

Eyes on his, you dipped your fingers under the band of his boxers and grabbed the base of his cock. He inhaled sharply, like he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs fast enough. “Even if I don’t put this inside me tonight?”

His eyes flickered to your hand that pulled him out of his boxers, pants still on his waist. He looked good like this, half dressed and disheveled, with a drunk expression. “I’m not worried about that.” He replied confidently.

When you released him, he throbbed repeatedly, pearls of pre-cum beading on his tip before dripping onto his pants, leaving a sticky mess. “So confident.” Laying your head on his thigh just inches from his length. You caress his cock starting from the underside with a single finger, drawing it upwards until you reach the wet tip.

Sylus is breathing noisily now, chest rising quickly with his suppressed moans. His bottom lip gets pulled between his teeth when you rub his wetness around the head. “Does this feel good, Sylus?”

He smiles, and it’s a beautiful thing. “Very good, kitten. Your fingers are so soft.” His heavy arousal bobs in front of you when you continue to collect his wetness on your fingers.

Pulling away, you sit back on your ass and spread your thighs, rubbing his pre together on the tips of your fingers. Sylus continues to spill on his pants, breathing heavily as he watches you. “What are you doing, sweetie?”

“You said my fingers were soft, I wanted to see for myself.” His lips part when you lift your dress and expose your panty-clad pussy to him, which is of course, soaked. You lift the band and slide your fingers in, not moving the fabric so he can see.

You groan in unison when you rub his mess around on your clit. Sylus struggles more now, looking pained to watch you touch yourself in front of him.

You gasp, running your fingers through your folds, spreading your legs to give him no real view. “You were right, s–so soft.”

His eyes are glued to your cunt, biceps bulge with his incessant pulling at his restraints, and the pool of cum on his pants is now so big it looks like he already came all over himself. “I have much, much more where that came from, sweetie.” He purrs.

You dip your fingers inside, and he moans watching you, even if his view is muted through the fabric. “Fuck.”

“I could fill you with me.” He says, groaning though you don’t miss the plea in his tone. “Anything you want.” He says, before shaking his head. “I know it wants to feel me, such a hot little thing, begging for me to fill it.”

You gasp, plunging two fingers in and out of yourself. “Sylus.”

Sylus’s gasps are stuttered. “Yes, kitten, let me help you. Use me. Sit on me and take everything I have to give.”

You open your eyes and meet his gaze, realizing you probably look as needy as him now.

He doesn’t look cocky when you pull your fingers out, though his fingers do lock onto them. He doesn’t even look triumphant when you spread your thighs around his hips and grip his base, pressing his soaked tip against your equally soaked entrance.

“What do you want?” You ask, gripping his cheeks with the hand you were masterbating with.

He grunts as you rub his tip through your folds, using him to rub your clit. “I want you to use me.”

You notch his head at your hole. “That’s it? Even if I finish before you and decide I don’t want your release? You'll take it?”

He nods, throat bobbing as he stares at your lips like a man starved. “Yes.” His voice is all gravel. “Use me.”

So you do.

Sliding onto him is bliss and agony, blending and swirling into pure relief in your gut. Sylus groans with you as you take him all at once, until you're seated on the mess of his pants. You don't spare a second before you hook your ankles on his thighs and start bouncing.

“Good boy,” you sigh, mess covered fingers slipping into his mouth. Sylus smiles around them before sucking, cleaning your fingers.

You impale yourself onto him over and over again, loving how good it hurts, loving how deep he fills you in his position. Your eyes roll back in your head and your head falls back. One hand steadies on his shoulder while the other pushes deeper into his mouth. He doesn’t even gag when you hit the back of his throat, but his eyes do water.

Yanking your fingers out, they’re sloppier than they were before, but Sylus has a big stupid grin on his face that wasn’t there before. “I could drown in you while you devour me.” Crimson eyes caress your face the way his hands would. “You look so beautiful taking what you need, what you deserve.”

“And what’s that?” You gasp, fingers finding your clit and rubbing hastily when his cock repeatedly thrusts into that sweet spot in your inner walls.

He leans in and whispers against your lips. “Everything.” Then, his mouth is on yours, and you devour each other. It’s a battle for dominance, one neither is winning nor losing, but its so aggressive and feral and needy, and you fucking love it.

His and your sounds slip from the cracks of your kiss, and the wetness on his thighs only makes you get there even faster.

Blindly reaching behind you, you dip your hand into his boxers and find his balls, pulling them out with his cock you cradle them in your hand. Sylus breaks from the kiss to hiss through his teeth.

You grab his jaw. “Bad boy, did I say you could stop kissing me?” He shakes his head, a proud expression on his face, lips curling up at the sides. “You said you would give me everything.” You whisper against him, rocking your hips in a wavelike motion, stoking that fire low in your stomach. “And you’re going to give it to me.”

Sylus nods, “Yes ma’am.” He huskily grunts, before taking your lips once more. The kiss is louder and more urgent than before, and saliva spills from your lips.

Rolling his balls in your hand, they quickly become wet with the two of you dripping from where you’re connected. With your finger between you and your hand on his neck, it doesn’t take much longer before you're tipping over the edge.

“Sylus!” You gasp, “H-help me.”

You start to shake, orgasming around his cock, and he grunts, balls falling from your hands as you wrap your arms around his neck and let him fuck you through your orgasm.

“Can I cum?” He groans, hips losing their rhythm. “I need to stop now if I can’t cum.”

You shake your head, twitching and writhing from the prolonged high as his thrusts get rougher and rougher. “Give me it. Give me everything you have.”

His moans hitch, and a loud snapping sound makes you flinch. His arms are around you then, and hes using the leverage to lift you up and down as he fucks his cum inside you. His thrusts are sloppy and mean as he jerks and twitches wildly, fucking his orgasm as deep as he can inside you.

The two of you are holding each other tightly when he comes down. His thighs shake violently under you, and you can feel his cock throb inside you, softening with his released load.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” He whispers into your hair. You nod, nails digging into his back, and he grunts. “I hope you’re satisfied, because I think I really did give you everything just then.”

You laugh before pulling back, locking your legs around his waist. You both gasp when his cock jolts inside you. “Maybe I should, after all, you did break your restraints.” You raise an eyebrow at him with mock irritation.

He simply smiles, caressing stray hair from your face before tucking it behind your ear. “Do what you want with me, but don’t be surprised when you ring me out again and I’m dry.”

That makes you snort. “Would it hurt? To cum like that?” He goes to answer and you press your fingers to his lips. “I almost forgot about your fondness for pain.”

His laugh is deep, and it warms not only your heart but your entire body. Then, he leans back and gestures to his body. “As you wish.”

You laugh, falling into his chest as his humor blends with yours. You hold each other like that until the ache between your legs from him is too much, and he lifts you off.

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