#and artem and the neck >>>

[mariusvonhangme]

Marius from the new event + the invitation I think

[gingergari]

artem 2023 edition! :]

no water under the cut:

[jo1ynesgf]

i think luke and marius would both be faye webster enjoyers but for entirely different reasons

[mitsvriii]

men who may come off as distant within your relationship to others when the two of you are in public, but in private they cling onto you as if you're a flame and they're a moth.

men who always make sure your needs are satisfied before his. whether it be you getting more helpings of food before him, maybe you getting more warmth from the mess of blankets on your shared bed, or even sleeping in an uncomfortable decision for your sake.

men who act like a dog guarding their prized bone from wolves whenever someone looks at you in an inappropriate or stares at you for too long. who makes sure that the creep is far gone before you can notice that they were their in the first place.

men who let you decorate their faces with color-tinted kisses whenever you wear lipstick, and don't dare to wash it off until he has to get a bath later on. if they're feeling generous they'll let you place some hidden ones on their necks.

men who prepare you food in their spare time that makes your mouth water at the smell of it. who makes your favorite dishes no matter how difficult they are, and if the dish doesn't come out as he expected you can't help but give him a kiss for his efforts.

blade, wriothesley, ARTEM WING, xiao, WANDERER, kamisato ayato, TOMIOKA GIYU, obanai iguro, lucifer, megumi, veritas ratio, tighnari, sanemi shinazugawa, DILUC, pre-astral express dan heng + your favorites

[nanamiluvs]

a gentleman by heart !

pairings : nanami x reader, gepard x reader, artem wing x reader

rating : mature to explicit

wc : 1.4k

tags : reader is afab but no pronouns used, lots of kissing, established relationship, creampie, kinda rough sex, desperation, size difference if you squint, just a quick drabble abt these men

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sexually reserved men who become feral once they get your consent.

he's a gentleman in every sense of the word. he holds doors for you, buys you flowers, remembers trivial details about you- the perfect man one could ever dream of. it's not a surprise he doesn't touch you often, he would hate to make you uncomfortable. even his touch is gentle, his large hand lingering on the small of your back to guide you through the crowd. tall, handsome, kind and strong- what more could you want from a man?

sexually reserved men who, at first, would never suggest intimacy. it's a gentlemanly act, but a result of his shyness at the same time. it's almost like he's refraining himself.

he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles as his eyes stare into yours, so soft. you feel how much he loves you by any and every action of his, how can a man be so perfect?

he excuses himself as he thinks you didn't notice the bulge in his pants nor the slight blush on his cheeks. it's frustrating at this point, why won't he just initiate something else instead of adjusting himself and pretending nothing is happening? you feel dared to make him come out of his shell, to finally do something out of his gentlemanly persona. well, it's not exactly a persona, he's really just that perfect. but you're almost sure there's also something else hiding beneath the waters.

his hand brushes against your knee as he drives, a fleeting touch, one hand firmly gripping the steering wheel when the other just shy of touching your leg. so you grab his hand and place it on top of your thigh, expecting him to blush and pull his hand back.

and he gulps and fucking squeezes the flesh. he runs his hand up and down on your thigh, like he was waiting for your sign to do so. no words are exchanged as his hands moves closer and closer to your core and returns to the base of your thigh once again. you clench your thighs together, not the type of touch you were expecting from your gentle boyfriend but one you were very welcoming of.

you should've guessed it was merely a starting point.

his touches only get more and more daring as time goes on. you give him an inch and he takes a mile. you two haven't discussed this subject openly at all, yet you both knew how his hands started reaching lower when they were on you, more free. you wwante even more.

so finally, when you told him that you wanted him to take you, he was not as surprised as you would expect him to be.

"i know," he says, his hands on each side of your hips as you were seated on his lap. his eyes stare into yours before giving in and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, "and i want you too. i need you so bad-" his sharp breath hits your skin and you almost feel the inner conflict he has going on.

that's why you cup his cheeks and look into his eyes. "then take me. make me yours."

he wets his lips. "i'm afraid i won't be able to let you go if i do so."

when you respond by simply pressing your lips against his, it's like a switch has flipped. his hand comes up to grab the back of your head as he flips you over on the couch, your body trapped underneath his. his eyes are filed with passion and desperation as his lips claim yours with fervor, taking your breath away and making your hands cling onto the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer.

he parts away, breathless as he kisses you once again. you don't know when he takes you into his arms and when he drops you on his bed, too focused on his lips and touch to notice. "you're beautiful," he whispers as he unbuttons his shirt, eyes reveling in the sight of your disheveled hair and flushed state.

you truly were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

he's on top of you and his lips reunite with yours, shirt discarded on the floor before his hands tug onto your top, silently begging to get it out of the way. you let him do so, and his kisses trail down to your neck when he gets rid of the fabric. your hands grab his soft hair as he sucks on the sensitive skin, low moans escaping his lips from how much he wants to do this with you. the sounds you make goes straight down to his member.

soon, both of your clothes are discarded and his hand continues to fondle your breast, pinching and pulling the hardened bud between his digits while his mouth laches onto the other. he's gentle yet so rough at the same time, not giving you the time of the day to breathe. his mouth so wet and hot against your skin, he pulls away with a pop, panting as he, not even once, breaks eye contact with you.

his dick aches at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with slick and looking just so pretty in his ehes. he leans in, to your surprise, his tongue licking a wet stripe across your slit. he delves in, he may not be very experienced but he's quite the quick learner, memorizing every single sound you let out to his movements. he soon has you tugging on his hair, pulling his head impossibly closer to your drenched cunt, riding out your orgasm in waves as he licks you through it. he grind his own bulge against the bed, chasing some friction on his needy cock.

sexually reserved men who are just so big and thick that you gasp at the sheer size of him when he takes the final layer off. your hand is not enough to accommodate his girth, and he's so hard since the visions he played in his mind were nothing compared to seeing your naked body. "i love you," you say as your arms wrap around his neck. he smiles against your lips and repeats the phrase before gently kissing you.

but you're not even sure if that thing can fit inside you.

that's why you're panting and moaning against his shoulder, his length sliding inside of you inch by inch. it's too much, you whimper, i can't take it.

sexually reserved men who whisper in your ear after leaving another mark on your neck, "you can. do it for me."

you sigh when you get used to his size filling your walls, every prominent vein you feel grazing against you, and he starts moving. he's so gentle at first.

yet that turns into relentless pounding with you screaming his name and grab onto him for dear life as he fucks you, drunk on the way your walls wrap around his dick and the way you call out to him, all thoughts about manners thrown out the window. he swallows your moans with his mouth against yours, kissing you as rough as he's having you.

sexually reserved men who grunt as he thrusts inside, even deeper than before with his long fingers rubbing your clit, sending you over the edge as you start begging him. you don't even know what you're begging for, it just feels too good and you don't know what else to do besides to take whatever he's giving you.

he whispers in your ear, telling you how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how well you take him and how good you are for him, his words filled with so much love, how he wanted to do this for so long. it doesn't take long for you to cum again, milking his cock as he speeds up, your added slick making it easier to slide in and out.

he was going to pull out before he hears your words telling him to fucking come inside, eyes snapping up in shock before shutting down as his cock completely disappears inside your cunt and he can't hold back anymore. you feel hot ropes of cum fill you up to the brim, so full and warm that you couldn't think of anything else for a moment.

sexually reserved men who immediately check up on you after the high wears off, asking if you're alright or if he had hurt you. you pant and tell him no, you're just too fucked out to talk.

only when he leans down to kiss you could you feel his still-hard dick press against your thigh.

"...already?!"

"...i-i apologize."

nanami, gepard, artem

inspired by that one nanami twt <3

[chalkscene]

tears of themis ⇢ YOU DECIDE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter

you’re shifting restlessly on the couch when you catch your LUKE alarm keychain—handmade by luke himself—peeking from behind the armrest, “luke says he’s sorry.” you can’t help but smile at the sound of luke faking a small voice and whatever rage that filled you from your argument hours ago has now dissipated, endeared by the sweet gesture. “you’re gonna set off that alarm by accident,” you quip, the lightness in your tone encouraging luke to come into view. “you’re not mad anymore?” he asks, cautious yet hopeful. all his years of training and building a hard exterior to be a detective have nothing on you because in the warmth behind his hazel eyes that only you can bring out, you still find the boy you grew up with. the boy you’ve always loved. “i can’t stay mad at you,” you admit, on the brink of tears, “luke, i’m really sorry…” luke is quick to bring you in his arms, declining your apology because that’s what he does—he’ll blame everything before he’ll blame you. you’re unable to hold back a sob, prompting him to hold you tighter before he whispers in your ear, “let’s not do this again, okay?”

ARTEM is going over a recent case when he realizes it’s almost midnight. he’s usually one to pull an all-nighter but gnawing at the back of his mind is the argument he had with you today—you two haven’t spoken to each other since. after having decided to put off his work until tomorrow, he walks out of his home office to join you in bed but he finds you in the living room instead, your pillows and blanket already set up on the sofa. he can tell you’re aware of his presence from the way you’re deliberately not looking in his direction. still, he attempts to catch your attention with a soft call of your name. when you don’t reply, he carefully crosses the distance between the two of you. “we can’t fix this if you won’t talk to me,” he pleads. artem’s convinced his words have fallen on deaf ears until you finally speak, “i just don’t want to say the wrong thing again.” artem understands, thinking back to what started as a simple disagreement escalating into something it shouldn’t have and before you could stop it, you were both raising your voices at each other, saying things you didn’t mean. “i’m sorry about everything i said,” your voice sounds weak as it quivers and artem immediately wraps you in his embrace. “me too,” he tells you, “we can talk tomorrow. just come to bed.” when you nod into his chest, he presses a reassuring kiss at top of your head as he promises, “we’re alright.”

as MARIUS waits for you in bed, anxiety slowly eats away at him, the argument he had with you hours ago replaying in his mind. you should’ve walked in by now, he thinks, so he waits a few more minutes before getting on his feet and makes his way downstairs. he’s rehearsing his apology, muttering to himself to test the words on his tongue but it all flies out the window when he finds you asleep on the sofa. ridden with guilt, he decides to save his sorry’s for tomorrow when you’re both lucid for a proper conversation. marius is careful not to wake you up—gently slipping an arm beneath your head and looping the other under your knees to carry you to the bedroom. he’s tucking you in bed when you begin to stir awake. “sorry,” you hear him whisper, “didn’t mean to wake you up.” “what time is it?” you ask groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “it’s late. go back to sleep.” he places a tender kiss on your forehead to lull you to your slumber before he shifts you on your side, his chest against your back as he slides an arm across your torso. “sweet dreams,” he mutters and you feel his breath on the nape of your neck. “marius?” “hm?” “i’m sorry about earlier…” “that’s my line, miss,” he quips, albeit sincerely. he gives your body a gentle squeeze as he pulls you flush against him. “i’m sorry, too,” he replies, “i never want you to go to sleep upset.”

you’re getting settled on the couch when you hear VYN clear his throat as he carefully places a fresh cup of tea on the table in front of you. “chamomile tea,” he states, “it will help you sleep better.” there’s the slightest caution in his voice but it’s enough to tell you what the tea is for—peace offering after your heated disagreement earlier. “thank you,” you mumble, gradually feeling the guilt bubbling in your chest, “you’re using reverse psychology on me, aren’t you?” there’s no bite in your tone but vyn’s eyes still widen at the accusation. “n-no,” he stutters and a giggle involuntarily escapes you, to vyn’s surprise. “i’m joking.” when you notice his body language go lax, you slowly reach for his hand. “and i’m sorry for the things i said to you,” you tell him, “i didn’t mean it.” “i know.” a soft smile curls on his lips as he interlocks your fingers together, “so am i.” you stay quiet for a moment, basking in his touch that you missed terribly before he speaks again. “if you still wish to be alone tonight, i don’t mind staying here.” you fight the urge to roll your eyes, aware of the fact that this is just him assessing your boundaries—vyn does mind and you know that—so you shoot him a dubious look instead to which he responds with a sheepish smile. “i suppose you’ve changed your mind?” you actually give him an eye roll this time. “you know you had me at chamomile.”

[nvrcmplt]

Ship Tags 4.

[augustinewrites]

artem.wing requested to follow you!

when you pull out your phone, you have to check the notification twice to make sure you’ve read it correctly. you even go so far as to tap it, watching curiously as your phone opens pax’s newest social media app.

this couldn’t possibly be your artem wing. your fellow senior partner at themis artem wing, who once called social media positively mind-numbing. 

but it is artem, a cursory glance at the profile picture confirms. not only is the picture he uses the exact same as his identification badge, but his account is already verified — no doubt due to his association with marius von hagen. 

you purse your lips in an attempt to stifle your laughter as you stalk study the rest of his profile. 

Artem Wing Senior Attorney at Themis Law Firm artemwing@themismail.co (serious inquiries only)

it’s professional and clean, with all the aspects of an account made for business purposes. was this the firm’s latest marketing strategy? you really must have zoned out during the last staff meeting. 

smiling, you accept his follow request and send one back just as celestine returns from the restroom.

“who has you smiling at your phone like that?” she asks, taking a sip of her iced tea. “is it your secret boyfriend again? when are you going to let me meet him?”

you take a bite of your salad, shrugging. “i told you, he’s shy.” 

she sets her glass down, resting her elbows on the table. “yeah, but you’re always gushing about how sweet he is! you said he was a lawyer, right? is it howard syter? from baldr?”

last week, you’d let it slip that your secret boyfriend was also a lawyer. since then celestine and kiki had been hurtling name after name at you, trying to guess his identity. 

it’s not like you wanted to keep his identity a secret forever. it was just that the two of you were happy in this little bubble of yours. the gentle, intimate mornings spent swaying in each other’s embrace to his morning coffee playlist. the private date nights at his apartment that are spent cooking dinner together. 

“ah,” celestine giggles. “you’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”

you try and fail to fight the heat crawling up your neck, thankful when your phone chimes with a notification in your bag. 

“it might be about my civil suit,” you tell her, eager for the distraction. 

you dig your phone out of your bag, checking the notification. 

artem.wing tagged you in a post

your heart skips a beat, and you hesitate before tapping the notification.

_____

artem looks up when his office door is thrown open. he’s glad to see that it’s you, even if you’re wearing that look on your face, the one you put on when you’re crossing a witness in court.

“mr. wing,” you greet tersely. “do you have a moment?”

he rises from his seat and buttons his suit jacket, smiling. “for you, always.”

“oh, stop being cute,” you mutter. “why did you tag me in your thirst trap?”

“thirst trap?” he echoes, genuinely confused.

“artem,” you whisper harshly. “you posted a shirtless picture of yourself at the gym and tagged me in it! now everyone will know that we’re dating!”

“but my account is on private,” he frowns. “and i only tagged you…”

“everyone you let follow your account can see that picture!” you explain. “that includes celestine, jeremy, kiki, rosa, luke, dr. richter, marius—”

this is the last time he’ll ever let marius von hagen peer pressure him into anything. 

“so…you didn’t like the photo?” he asks, rounding his desk to stand in front of you. he seems entirely unfazed by this ideal, despite the fact that everyone on his follow list has now seen his abs.

you seem taken aback by his question, avoiding his gaze. “i didn’t say that…”

you both startle when celestine pounds on the glass wall of his office, holding up her phone. 

“i knew it!” she shouts through the glass. her shouting draws the attention of kiki, rosa, and just about every other employee in the firm. 

you’re absolutely mortified, but artem simply takes your hand, pressing a kiss to the backs of your fingers before pulling you in to wrap his arms around you. 

you don’t fight him, simply sighing deeply and hiding your face in his chest as celestine cheers loudly. 

“i’m sorry, love,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “next time i’ll send my ‘thirst traps’ directly to you via text.”

“you owe me,” you mutter, but you’re smiling as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. 

“i suppose now we have to take that very romantic walk down to hr.”

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[tahdashi]

YEAH OH MY GOD– WHAT ABOUT ROSA'S LOVE MARKS, DID YOU SEE??!!?@*#

Artem submitting to Rosa 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ I would too

I SAW I SAW but also… artem picking her up like it’s nothing oh my GOD HELLO ???? ROSA LEFT MARKS ON HIS CHEST AND NECK I’M UNWELL

[angelst4rs]

☆. . . prettiest on you.

☆. . . the way they admire you and your birthmarks.

☆. . . gn reader, birthmarks (obv), yeah that's it

☆. . . scratches head hey guys uhhhhhh yeah, there are various characters (female chrs too i love girls!!!!11!!!111!!11!1) so. have fun!!!!! btw this is very self indulgent

They absolutely adore kissing your birthmarks randomly. Whether if it's on your face, neck, arms, or wherever, they think of it as a guide by the universe on where to kiss you. And they grin the brightest when they hear the surprised gasp you make every time they kiss your birthmarks.

"They say that your birthmarks are where your past lover kissed you the most, so I guess you'll be keeping these birthmarks on your next life!"

— SHIKANOIN HEIZOU, MARIUS VON HAGEN, arattaki itto, kamisato ayato, venti, CHILDE, kaveh, wriothesley, sampo, caelus, beidou, YAE MIKO, march 7th, amber, stelle + your favs.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩

Every time you two are together, they always count the birthmarks you have. Staring at you with a gentle gaze, they look at your birthmarks as if they're priceless treasure or pieces of art scattered around you. And if you ever feel insecure about them, they will always say that your birthmarks are beautiful and makes you unique. They can and will tell you that countless of times since they truly do believe they're enchanting.

"I've heard that the more birthmarks you have, the sweeter you are. I guess that applies to you as well?"

— ALBEDO, zhongli, neuvilette, THOMA, tighnari, VYN RICHTER, luke pearce, gepard, JING YUAN, blade, ningguang, jean, ei, nilou, serval, KAFKA, black swan + your favs.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩

On quiet days, lazy mornings or sleepless nights, they trace around your birthmarks ever so softly, sending shivers down your spine. Adoring eyes gaze over you as they connect each birthmark with their fingers, a gentle smile painted across their face. Oftentimes, they wonder if the heavens had kissed you and put the stars on you instead of the sky.

"Perhaps the universe was sorrowful when you left the sky to be on this earth, so they gave you the very stars that adorn the night sky as a reminder that you were once one of them."

— KAEDEHARA KAZUHA, xiao, aether, cyno, DAN HENG (+ imbibitor lunae), luocha, artem wing, sangonomiya kokomi, kamisato ayaka, lumine + your favs.

likes & reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[revasserium]

nxx #1 - waking up with you

artem.

you wake up to find him watching you, the summer sky of his eyes fixed on you as you smile and yawn and curl closer. “sleep well?” he asks, his voice still husky and rough, the silk and gravel of a jazz singer in a smoke-filled bar, delicious and intoxicating. he asks you about your dreams, traces soft, abstract lines into the bare skin of your waist, smiles at the way you get shy when you realize what a mess your hair is, tugs you back when you try to pull away from him to straighten it out — he says, “no… let be it,” he says, “it looks good like this… just like this…”, he says, “sometimes… i think i’m still dreaming when i wake up next to you,”, he says, “look at me…” and he smiles, cups your cheek, holds you still as you stare back at him, searching his eyes only to find love and love and love.

luke.

you wake up to find him watching you, though he’s still clearly barely awake himself — there’s a shy, lazy grin caught on his lips and he slips over to slip his arm around your waist to pull you closer, nuzzle into your cheek if only to make you laugh. “hey! what’s so funny?” he asks, a pout already pressed between his lips, his eyes drawn large and puppy-like, but you smile and shake your head, tell him that it’s nothing, kiss the tip of his nose just to see him blush before he dives on top of you, pinning you beneath him with a bright laugh, “ah, so that’s how you wanna play?” he says, his honeycomb hair falling to frame his face and you — you stare up at him, breathless. he has the decency to blush again before collapsing at your side and tugging you closer, “mm… it’s too early for that, isn’t it?” he asks, looping his arm around your middle and pulling you close, “let’s sleep in for just a bit longer, hm?”

vyn.

you wake up to find him watching you, his cheek propped up on the heel of his hand, his eyes like twin stars, bright and burning and inquisitive, “ah… good morning, my sleeping beauty,” he says, smiling as you bury your face in your pillow to stifle a yawn, feeling you cheeks heat at the thought of him watching you sleep for god knows how long and — were you drooling? he laughs as you peer up at him over the top of your pillow, your hair a birds nest sitting atop your head — he reaches out to muss it up even more, a fond smile gracing his lips as he leans in. he kisses both your eyelids before pulling back, “good dreams, i hope? you were smiling a lot so…” he cocks his head to watch you, ever the scientist as you are ever the butterfly, pinned to the cushion beneath him. “s-something like that…” you say, averting your eyes as you try not to recall the details of your less-than-kosher dream of him, but he only leans in, his smile widening slightly as he pulls you closer, “mm… tell me about it… and maybe… we’ll be able to make some of those dreams come true, hm?”

marius.

you wake up to find him asleep — or so you think, but the grin on his lips tells you otherwise, and when you try to pull away, a pair of arms reaches out to tug you back against his warm chest, his hold on you tight and steady as you feel him nosing into the back of your neck, “ah… jiejie… how mean — trying to leave me before i wake up…” you laugh to yourself before flipping over to meet his dazzling, gemstone gaze, pursing your lips as you take him in, “if you were asleep, how’d you know i was trying to leave?” you ask, but he only crinkles his nose and leans in to bury his face in the crook of your neck, whining even as you feel him smirk against your skin — “so mean, jiejie… bullying me on a weekend morning… after everything that happened last night…” you feel yourself go hot at his words, thinking back to last night — to the heat and friction, to the give and take. you swallow as he chuckles, pulling back to pin you with those saturday night eyes of his — “don’t you think you owe me just a little, hm?” he asks, pulling you beneath him and pinning you there, “didn’t you promise you’d make me feel good too?” and you can barely nod before he’s grazing his lips along the bare skin of your shoulder, letting out a soft, wanton moan, “so… how about we start… right now?”

tot MARIUS reqs are officially open u__u

[byizoyas]

tears of themis ; hcs

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much

✘ nsfw. what’s their favorite position when having sex with you (afab!reader) ✘ with: NXX men

ೄྀ࿐ artem ˊˎ-

spork

artem is quite classical, he likes to be on top of you and being able to touch you and see your face if he wants

he especially loves to bury his face on your neck to lick it and make it clear how bad he wants to fuck you. sometimes he even sucks on your skin letting few hickeys (he regrets it the morning after)

since it’s been a while you two haven’t fucked, artem is especially desperate to make you cum tonight. his breathing is quite irregular and it’s clear he’s holding back moans of how good you feel when taking his cock so well. he’s going slowly, and he’s fucking you so deep you can’t keep your moans to yourself. ‘go on love, let me hear how good you feel’ and you do as he asks, even wrapping your right leg around his waist, pulling him closer and closer to you. ‘fuck me all night artem.’ you say. ‘oh i intend to do so.’ he promises, a lustful smile on his face.

ೄྀ࿐ vyn ˊˎ-

reversed cowgirl

vyn is just soooo into spanking and in that position he can do it as he pleases

plus, he lets you be on top quite often as he got some submissive tendencies and he loves that you get to choose your pace (he honestly just wants to satisfy you)

‘faster’ vyn commands as he smacks your ass with a hand and hold onto your waist with the other. he’s usually not the impatient one, mostly letting you pick your own rhythm whenever you two have sex but now he’s just so greedy. he wants more of you, more of your moans, more of your touches and he even thrusts into you while you’re fucking yourself on his cock. ‘ngh what are you doing ?’ you ask as he speeds up the things himself, taking control. ‘fucking you deeper and faster just the way you like it love.’

ೄྀ࿐ luke ˊˎ-

doggy style

he’s either really talkative during sex, praising you and all or he’s pretty quiet but in both cases he prefers you do not see his face

instead he fucks you doggy style so he can admire your beautiful back and ass moving to the rhythm of his thrusts and he finds it extremely attractive

you grip the pillow in front of you, holding onto it as luke is fucking you. you don’t know whether he’s in a bad mood and taking it all out on you or if he got jealous tonight but the way he grabs your waist, forcing you to follow the pace he chose makes him incredibly hot. ‘you better take it fully y/n.’ he commands, hands on your body, caressing it gently opposedly to his fast thrusts in and out of your pussy. ‘you’re so good for me.’ he praises, and it makes it feel even better. his cock keeps on fucking you and at this point you wish it never stops because it’s just too good and luke knows all the right spots to make you cum over and over again. in the end, he’s only waiting for you to be begging for more because he never gets enough of you.

ೄྀ࿐ marius ˊˎ-

table top

this man is kinky as hell and he loves to fuck you on every surface possible

the fact you’re lying down on your back makes it even better. marius loves to tease you, and he likes dirty talk a lot so he just feels the need to see your face react to his lewd words

‘we got five minutes’ you say as marius pushes you down, making you lay on your back on the glass of his desk. ‘i’ll make you cum at least twice’ he says, a smug smile on his face as he unzips his pants and pushes into you roughly. ‘ngh so wet already’ he moans as he keeps on thrusting at a pretty quick pace. ‘keep fucking me like that’ you order. to that he slows down ‘let me hear you beg and we shall see’ he says, leaning over you, his smile growing larger along with the provocative change of pace. to that you grab his tie pulling him real close to your chest ‘do it.’ a chuckle escapes his mouth as he grips your thighs firmly. ‘anything for you’ his lips then find yours to share a long and languid kiss while his cock keeps pounding into you hard and fast the way you asked.

[satoruxx]

weakness.

cw: suggestive, implied 18+ content

he considers himself to be a strong person. no matter what hardships he endured in life, there were very few things that could shake his resolve. he believes this, he’s sure of it.

but he’s questioning his strength now. he’s questioning everything he believed about himself as he glances down at you, eyes taking in the sleepy pout on your face. it’s okay, he can figure this out, he tells himself as he reaches out to smooth down a few stubborn strands of your hair, mussed with sleep.

“i have to get up, sweetheart. you know that.”

you groan, reaching for his fingers and curling your palm around them. he can already feel his determination waver as you squirm a little, looking oh so inviting in the midst of his sheets. “you don’t have to.” you answer, a teasing lilt in your voice. “you can stay here with me for a little while longer.”

he bites back a groan, steeling himself as he tries to give you a disapproving frown. he doesn’t succeed. “if i lay back down, i’ll never get up. there’s work to do.”

he’s not sure if he’s trying to convince you or himself but before he can even decide, you sit up and press your lips to his. he immediately sinks into you, every thought flying out of his brain because what else could he possibly think of right now. you giggle breathlessly against his lips, eliciting a somewhat exasperated smile from your lover.

you tug on his hand, silently begging for him to please stay because you don’t know how you can manage to be away from him for the whole day. it doesn’t take much for his body to indulge you, immediately falling back to cover you with his broad frame, his lips pressing against yours eagerly. his soft groan echoes through the room as you effectively seduce him back into your embrace.

a soft beg of his name and he’s putty in your delicate hands, breathing heavily through his nose as he lets his arm wrap around your waist, teasing the exposed skin he finds.

“you’ll be the death of me.” he whispers into your mouth, though he sounds far too pleased for it to be a complaint.

you laugh almost proudly, cheeks flushed at his attention and eyes fluttering at the sensations his wandering fingers are causing. another breathless moan escapes you as you gently fist his hair. “you love me.”

his lips pull away for a second before they attach to the sensitive column of your neck, sucking purpled bruises into your heated skin. he finds himself a little frustrated that he physically cannot be closer to you. your voice echoes in his ears and his grip around you tightens imperceptibly. “yeah,” he all but whispers, like he’s telling your skin a secret. “yeah i really do.”

he forgoes words after that, too lost in your warmth and affection to care about any other responsibilities. because truthfully there wasn't a single thing you could ask for that he wouldn’t willingly give you.

he might be strong, but in front of you, he’s nothing but weak.

DILUC RAGNVINDR, jing yuan, gojo satoru, nanami kento, levi ackerman, childe, kaeya alberich, GETO SUGURU, toji fushiguro, kujo jotaro, kaveh, kuroo tetsuro, dan heng, kamisato ayato, artem wing, zhongli, takami keigo, cyno, alhaitham, iwaizumi hajime, gepard landau, bruno bucciarati, and any of your favs i missed!

a/n: sorry i was really going through it lmao...

[dxtreza]

⋆｡°✩ nxx-ray; artem, marius, vyn, luke (tot)

⋆ summary: what've they got going on down there? ⋆ xtra: afab mc, nsfw under the cut! first upload, so excited. reqs open in ask box; fandoms are in bio ⋆ wc: 1.7k (includes drabble under artem's hc)

i. artem wing

tbh i think he'd be pretty insecure because mc his canonically his first true experience with romance, concerned about his size even though he knows it's irrational; from hearing what marius gossips about artem probably thinks he's below average. he'll learn through your reassurance that this is not the case. he's literally the goldilocks zone. he's not insanely big, but still above average. i'd say about 5.6 inches and tilts slightly upward (6.0 measuring with the curve), ranges from about 5 to 5.5 inch girth (2.5 inch diameter). tip has a complete ridge, his skin is of a slightly darker shade than the rest of his body. he's pretty too, smooth moisturized skin with a thick vein on the bottom. really really sensitive head and balls- won't admit it but he loves it when you smooth your palm on them. it's reactive, too- his cock jumps and twitches at the slightest bit of arousal. as for hygeine: kempt, but not obsessively so. i don't think he'd have that much body hair, but he likes to keep a bit of a happy trail and a small tuft of hair at the base of his cock.

"artem... what's got you so serious?" you ask quietly, paying attention to the way that his sighs have stopped. his lips have pulled themselves in a tight line, brows furrowed as he nearly scowls off into the distance. at your words he clears his throat, rubbing the small of your back with his thumbs and shaking his head slightly. he seems to have lost his enthusiasm now that you guided him out of the pitch darkness of his study and into the lamplight of his room, awkwardly sliding under the covers. his response comes slowly as he thinks.

"it's fine, just nervous." he says curtly, reaching for the lamp to turn it off. you swat his hand away, grabbing it and making a move with your free hand to cup the bulge in his black briefs. he shudders when he feels your breath on his neck, free hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer as you whisper. "you're absolutely sure? nothing to do with the fact that i can see you now?"

he gulps at this, turning his head away and nodding once. "i... it's just different than your hand in the car, or under the desk in my study. in the regard that i can see that you see me, i mean." there's a shaky undertone to his voice, and the end of his sentence lilts as if there were a question on his tongue. "i'm not sure who you've had before, but i might not be able to compare in some respects."

it's confusing at first- he's big, why would he be thinking this sort of thing? you've held him in both your mouth and hand before, felt the weight of him and the way he can reach the back of your throat. he's not joking by the looks of it, a blush high on his cheeks with his admittance. "can you let me disprove that, baby?" you ask, and he's already reaching for lube from the bedside table. he hesitates for a condom, but remembers you're both clean. artem warms the lube on his hand before rubbing it along your entrance, seething to himself when you pull his cock free from his boxers.

you're already prepped from when he had you on his thigh in the study, but looking at him in the light, you would need to be stretched a bit. he's shaking now as you assess him, mouth pulled taught at the corners and gaze wavering. artem eases a bit when you guide his middle and ring finger to push into you, though he seems puzzled. you sigh when he curls his hand, leaning into his neck to answer his confused gaze. "you're not gonna fit unless we do this."

bit by bit, he's relaxing, and you tap his wrist for him to pull his fingers out of you. he blushes when he brings them up to his mouth, cautiously tasting you and looking towards your eyes for approval. you meet him with a kiss, giving him a few quick pumps before easing his head in. he moans into your mouth at this, eyelashes fluttering as his hands come to rest against your hips.

the more you take him, the more noises spill from him. its intoxicating, breaking him bit by bit as his nails dig into the soft flesh of your sides and trace circles against your spine. you grab his chin, directing his face to look down where you two join. you're nearly seated fully against him, with still half an inch to take. his hips go slightly rigid when you whimper, and then it clicks in his brain that you need help with the rest. any doubt he had quickly falls away when you whine against his cheek, grasping at the sheets under him as he slowly shifts his hips up.

artem can't help but to cry out pathetically when he's fully inside, sheathed snugly just in front of your cervix. the noise spills from his plush lips, breaking at the end when you squeeze slightly. "feel how tight that is baby? you're a perfect fit..." you coo to him, interlacing one of your hands with his and brushing the hair out of his face as you sit up. he shifts with you, sliding against the headboard so he could still press your chest to his while you rode him.

"not gonna... last." he bites out the moment you start to move, enveloping your mouth in a heated kiss. it's unlike the chaste ones you usually receive, this time fueled by some deep desire artem had never previously expressed. he meets your hips with a thrust, causing you to choke on your air and whine into his skin. he's stuttering now, unable to make any coherent phrases other than please and oh my god. it's cute in a way, until he's got you right there with him and you're unable to control the way your head buzzes and your eyelids twitch when he's stimulating you so desperately.

"artem-!" it comes out in a shriek, and in your last moments of coherence you shove your tongue into his mouth and bear down with a tight squeeze around his cock. he groans as his hips stall and buck up one final time, trying to thrust through his orgasm with weak sighs and whimpers. it's not long before he's detaching from you, checking your body for bruises and whining when he has to pull you off of him. it seems he had a lot to give; his cum drips down the inside of your thigh and he grimaces at the sight, feeling guilty for the mess.

you heave, rubbing your head as you come down from the high he gave you so easily. "i've never... you know, that fast." you mumble, and he's already scooping you up to carry you to the bathroom with a worried expression. He looks down when you cup his cheek in your hand, lips parted slightly. "seriously, you're just right, that was the best i've ever had."

it's nearly uncomfortable to say, but worth it when his face turns beet red and he sputters for what to say, sitting you down on the counter and wrapping his arms around you as he breathes a wish to you, one that you're more than happy to grant. "please tell me you'll be the only i ever have."

ii. marius von hagen

knows he's got a good dick. constantly showing you his hands and making it a point that his ring finger is longer than his pointer finger; weird mentality about it, the aforementioned reason artem thinks anything below 6.5 inches is below average- marius seems to think so. almost too big, so much so that it's unrealistic. he's 7.5 inches long and doesn't curve, and a solid 6 inch girth (3 inch diameter). his tip has more of a shallow ridge, and his skin is a few shades darker than the rest of his body. not particularly sensitive unless you press down on his frenulum or very lightly drag your nail where his cock meets his v-line. he's not very veiny, has two prominent ones that branch off. i think marius would also be fairly hygienic, but he has more body hair than artem. he keeps a happy trail as well, and grooms but doesn't really shave that much except to maintain a uniform shape/direction of the hair. he knows it can be a turn off for some people, so just ask and he'll wax everything off.

iii. vyn richter

he's not too privy to what marius loves to spout about himself. doesn't really care for comparison that much; why should he when you're the only one who will see? he can comfortably make you feel good- he doesn't have to split you open to do it. if anything, he's elegant. definitely the most aesthetically pleasing out of all the boys lol. I'd say about 5.4 inches, with a 4.5 inch girth (2.2 inch diameter). extremely veiny, also the most sensitive because of it. they're not very pronounced, just slightly raised off the skin. as for the color, it's the same as his body, with a dusty pink tip; full ridge. i also think he's uncut. also very hygienic. always smells of balm and herbal oil, and routinely shaves clean. he's not too fond of any body hair really, and likely won't grow it out if you ask him. he doesn't care if you have any, though.

iv. luke pearce

another one that doesn't care too much about marius' words, mainly because he thinks that he's joking. slightly below average, but knows how to use it. he's not small by any means, still sizing in at around 4.6 inches. luke has above average girth, though, peaking just below his tip at 5.4 inches. he's curved to the left a little bit, but not enough to notice. a few small veins, but he doesn't have much reaction to you touching them- he's most sensitive when you're giving attention to his slit; just a few seconds is enough to make him practically scream. slightly darker than his body, with a pink tip. hygienic... ish. don't get me wrong, he'll never smell bad or be unclean. he just doesn't pay that much attention to his hair, it's more fun if he gets to watch you do his grooming for him.

[usagi-lilac]

How to break a dom

(MDNI, nsft. Too spicy for young eyes)

(Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo, Artem, Marius, Gojo, Nanami, Zhongli, Kaeya)

a lot of strong, "dominant" men have a concrete idea of what they like in bed. It aligns with their firm values and high standards of themselves. Societal norms often dictate people's assumptions about these men, and so everyone around them begins to expect that same behavior and act accordingly. They end up internalizing those judgements based on how people respond. For example "He's protective, he's stubborn, he's powerful, he's got to be a Dom". And so..those assumptions guide their experiences, because sex isn't a solo act. All of their sexual experience backs up the "Dom" narrative when their partner is expecting that of them, and presumes a submissive role. expecting to be bossed around, guided, moved into whatever position he wishes, and actively longing for it. If his partners all fulfill the notion of his "ideal" dominant self as desirable...it starts to become the fantasy. It becomes a straightforward dopamine rush. We chase after the praises that we've tasted once before.

But if you want to drive him truly crazy..break that algorithm. Nothing makes a genuinely strong man with good self esteem weaker at the knees than an equally strong partner who ignores all of those assumptions.

A partner who's not afraid to talk back, to take control, to be just as confident in theirself. Brazen and bold and unafraid of consequences.

It's almost as if some barrier is broken, a wall crashes down, when they realize they don't have to put up a front. They realize there is more to pleasure than a repetitive act...the tables do turn. it's a whole new world.

Back him up to a wall when he's not expecting it, one knee glides up between his things to rest against his bulge. Let the warmth of your body drive him crazy as you kiss him slowly and passionately. Lead him by the tie and sit his fine ass down on the nearest flat surface. Climb onto that lap and straddle those thighs.

Get on top. Drag your tongue from his collarbone to his jawline, with one hand holding the back of his head- fingertips at the nape of his neck and thumb grazing the curve of his jaw, guiding it upwards. The other hand placed firmly on whatever surface is behind him. Grind against him slowly, mercilessly, while nibbling at his ear, nuzzling into his hair, leaving kisses on his neck like a sweet, tender peach. Surround him in your scent...and then make him wait. Let him tremble. Let him grasp at your clothes in a silent plea for more. Let him buck his hips in anticipation.

It would be a whole new world.

[andraxicated]

Request: [virgin reader who doesn't know what to do. scara guides her through it and he's like really soft. reader knows the process.]

a/n: omygod that request for scara got deleted when i remember saving it to the drafts (I had to collect bits and pieces of the req that I remember) I hope I got the gist though ^^

-hurriedly cleaning up my inbox before I get busy. next up are haitham, artem, and itto! reqs closed btw.

wc: 2.5k

tw: oral (f. receiving) | dirty talk | praise | unprotected sex | riding | creampie

You'd be lying if you didn't say you were nervous. With his hand roaming down your body, following his tongue that wets the shell of your ear teasingly; you have to say it feels damn good getting pleasured.

So this is what it feels like...to spread open your legs and have a man between them. One touch of the warm, wet muscle sends your legs jerking, moving Scara's head out of the way. He sighs and climbs up to your face, staring at you intently like he got a problem with you.

"What is it?" You ask timidly, suddenly finding the plain wall to be more interesting than the pretty boy hovering over you. Scaramouche then moves to mark a nipping kiss to your skin, testing if you'd like it on your neck. "mmph!" Seems you do from the little whimper that escaped.

"Don't move or I'll leave your pussy neglected." He warns, going back to the position he was in before, checking the wetness with a finger. It enters the fleshy hole and makes way for penetration, yet Scara groans upon contact with the sheer tightness of your walls.

This was just one finger yet you're already acting like you're taking dick. It puts a smile on his face at how responsive your body is, thinking you're cute and all as he takes out his finger and notices that it has become glossy with cum.

To your surprise, the wet digit goes into his mouth, sucking the juices off the finger, and removing it with a pop as his eyes drift to your shocked expression. You've certainly read this in books but you can't fathom how this is happening to you right now. Just then, you embarrassingly feel the gush of stickiness from below, feeling it leave you and catching Scara's attention.

He smirks and settles right before your cunt. Observing the way your cum goes out and onto the bedsheets, staining them. His expression turns into a mild seriousness when you catch gazes, hands making soothing circles on your calf. "I'll start now. Tell me if something feels good or bad, don't hesitate."

You nod, staring at the ceiling.

"(y/n), I need your words."

"Okay"

Scaramouche could've replied "good girl" but instead, he chose to place a loving kiss on your pussy, affectionately. Your body shivered at how an innocent act became dirty, you don't even want to look at what he was doing right now. You thought you were a big girl who can handle dirty acts like the ones in fiction, but oh boy...real life was ten folds intense than what you've read.

"Ahhh!" You let a moan escape, knees cowering inwards on the sound you made as Scara spitefully licked a long stripe from down to up. You heard him take a deep inhale before blowing the air on your cunt and diving right in as if to catch the air that he released. Your hips were rising on reflex which proves favorable as he grips your ass to fully dig his face in.

He's loudly mouthing at your vaginal opening, collecting shlick and spit while he flicks his tongue in different ways to know what you taste like. You could vividly trace its movement inside you, with your shamelessness bubbling to a point where you weren't afraid to show how good you were feeling. From the way he's sucking on your hole and directing little licks to the clit, Scara is very much enjoying what he's doing. So why don't you?

"F-feels good. Oh! mmh-Scara!" Like a switch that clicked, you buck your hips further into him like small thrusts, gripping his hair and pushing his face in with two hands. Your eyes were shut closed while he gave another long lick, the soft tongue fucking in and out of your soppy hole as he playfully rubbed his nose on your clit. Scaramouche was damn sure he looked so desperate while eating you out, good thing his face was deeply hidden between your legs while your filthy noises were hardening his cock.

He could feel the pressure building up on his dick, begging to feel what his tongue has been doing in the past few minutes but it was like your pussy has trapped him to not pull away. You were too sweet to leave, he keeps on collecting your juices and opening your hole with his fingers stretching you out, and giving space for his tongue to explore.

You heard him growl and the vibrations travel up to your body like electricity, his wet muscle smushes on the deepest part it can reach and your feet stills yet shake, a stuttered moan coming out of your mouth as the pleasurable feeling slowly washes over you.

"Ah!" You squeal as the tip of Scaramouche's tongue touches the overstimulated bud. You came, a slide of liquid going out from your pussy. He resists licking it up and pulls away from your suffocating thighs. His lungs take time to breathe in the room air and you see from the bed that his hair was sticking to his forehead, a smirk adorning his handsome face while he looks at you with some kind of amusement.

"There you are. That's the good girl that I know." He muses, eyes traveling on your body and then staying fixated on your flushed cunt that he just tasted. You were still reeling from an orgasm, taking in the previous happenings until Scaramouche decided to whip his cock out of his pants, ultimately catching your attention with wide eyes.

It was a bit thicker and longer than average, sporting a flesh color with a shade of pink on the cockhead. Just the thought of being filled up with that clenches your pussy in excitement. Yet you still have some reservations about the penetration especially after seeing his dick. "W-wait!" You exclaim and fear stirs in your chest as you see it hardening with his hands wrapped around it. Moving up and down, eyes closed, and breathy moans coming out of his lips. If his hand was already gripping tight on his cock, how much tighter is your pussy gonna be?

When Scaramouche felt that he had produced enough precum, he stops to open his eyes and sees your lustful expression, mouth agape into a small "o". Biting his lip, his cock twitches at the thought of you giving him head but for now...that'll be postponed.

"Like the show?" He asks with a teasing tone, coming closer to trap you under his arms, and opening your shaking legs to position himself. Despite how hungry he might have gone while his face was buried in you, he knows he can't do that as your first time getting penetrated.

"Yeah..." It comes out as a mewl when you feel the weight of his cock resting against your inner thigh. It's heavy and it's making your pussy throb, followed by light sucklings he makes on your breasts. "Haaah! Scara–mhngg" Your voice fluctuates when the bulbous head centers directly on your hole, you try to keep yourself from tightening too much but the foreign feeling was overpowering your mind.

Anything...just anything for him to put it inside you.

"...Inside" Your voice came out small, thus he didn't listen and kept on circling his tongue on your nub, pushing in a little bit of the tip for pressure then you cried in desperation.

"Please!" Then followed by your sobs as you push your hips upwards only to fall back from the lack of strength in your knees.

"Please what?" You see him closer than ever, hot breaths fanning each other's faces with the sexual tension at its peak.

"Fuck me!" you begged.

"No please?" His eyebrow rose with a questioning tone. He lined himself up with your hole, shaking like a crazed maniac at how much he wanted to push in already.

"Pl-OhhhHh!" You choke out a moan as the cock that's been outside for so long has finally penetrated you, a few inches from the head yet you feel like your vagina can't go any further. It was painful...the kind of pain you can deliciously tolerate yet it's also the kind to bring tears to your eyes.

"Fucking shit!" He exclaimed with his lip bitten so hard, fighting the monstrous urge to slam it all inside you. "(y/n), you're so goddamn pretty." He blurted out of the blue as his view was your hair sprawled out and your fucked out face that's constantly crying for his name.

"Y-you can move!" Scaramouche does so at your bidding, sliding his dick slowly into your convulsing hole and he breathes out as he feels the clamping of your walls around his member, sending the dizzying sensation throughout his body. "You okay baby?" He asks, wiping your sweaty hair away and he swore his heart suddenly jumped when you looked at him.

You were met with soft indigo eyes, genuine concern lacing through them and making you hold your hand out to caress his soft cheek. "I'm okay. Just be gentle."

To that Scara nods and places a kiss on your forehead, watching you take his remaining inches until pressed hips to hips when he knocks on your sweet spot. "Awhhh! Scara!" You moaned as the length inside you throbs, flush against your deepest part, and then pulled slightly only to slam back in.

"You like it?" He starts to thrust slowly and deeply, every pull advances him deeper in your pussy, rocking your body upwards on the bedsheets as you instinctively climb your arms to his shoulders. "Yes!-mhhm! I-I feel soo full!" You struggle to speak between breaths, opening your legs to the widest for him to move into, and he gives a toe-curling thrust with his thick length, the curved tip hitting the roof of your walls as he swallows your scream with an open-mouthed kiss.

It was messy. A spit exchange instead of a proper kiss yet you were both too lost in the feeling of having sex. You try to meet his thrusts but you whine instead, legs giving up as soon as you feel the overwhelming fullness of your pussy.

"Don't push yourself too hard. I'll do the work." Scaramouche's body ripples sexily as he gave an experimental thrust that made you pull him closer enough to your chest, mouth agape and eyes tearing up as the delicious stretch suddenly heightens.

He notices this and all alarms in his mind blare at the sight of you crying. He knows euphoric crying exists but he should confirm at least. "Why are you crying?" He meant to sound caring but it gave off an unintentional asshole voice to which he cringed inwards.

"M'sorry. You...just feel too good." You whisper, your voice too seductive in his ears. "I love you so much." Then you rise to give him a solid kiss that went straight to his dick.

"Ah!" You jumped when you feel him grow, your scared eyes meeting his dazed ones from your smooch. "D-did you get bigger? What the-" He cuts you off by pushing the back of your head, lips crashing as he gets sloppy and changes your position.

You break from the kiss as he readjusts your position, burying your face in his neck as the tension inside you becomes a bit too intense. He moves you on top of him with his cock still inside you, the adjustment position made him groan in your ear, and his strained voice wonderfully turned you on.

You clenched and let out a gasp when Scaramouche's hands gripped your ass, nails gripping painfully on the flesh. "Baby let's try this position. I promise it'll feel good." He shut his eyes close when he saw you nodding then he resumed pounding you, moving up and hitting your womb repeatedly while you continue to whine with every slide of his cock.

You wanted to move, wanted to do what the girls do in the books. Catching your boyfriend off guard, you pull away and slam back down to him, getting the timing right and making him blow his eyes wide. He giggled in disbelief, looking at your pleasure-struck face that was grinding against his length in search of release.

"Scara move!" You sob at every delicious friction you create, positively looking like a whore and Scaramouche loved every bit of it. "You're doing a good fucking job." He hissed at your wetness coating him and went along with the rhythm of your hips, snapping up harshly with his mouth lewdly open from the view of your face. Your body suddenly shivered in his hold, limply leaning against his body for support and he feels the throbbing along with the warm liquid washing over his length.

"Goddamn, did you-" He felt the words stuck in his throat as the feeling of your cum dripped down along him. "I came" You admit, not letting him finish the question. Your voice was mumbled against his skin and he thought it was cute that you were embarrassed. Scaramouche peppered kisses to your hair as he fucked you at an increased pace through your high. "It's alright, wait for me to fill you up with my cum."

You tightened at his words, impending his pounding motion yet he quickly holds your body to maneuver. Your movements were being controlled by him, dropping you down to meet his cock with the squelching noise filling the room.

"I wanna move!" With whatever strength you have in your legs, you prompt to once again move yet all you could do was little humping motions. "No need to move pretty girl, just feel me." Scaramouche coos, throwing his head back, and pushes his hips up in ecstasy. He could not stop thrusting when he felt his release building, it was like an animalistic switch was turned on.

"It's too much-Ahhh!" The head struck your g spot particularly hard, pulling a scream out of you as obscene noises filled the room and his cock worked your pussy open, picking up the pace. Your gone expression mindlessly trying to ride him was what drove Scara to the edge.

He moaned loudly at your neck and hugged you by the waist as if you were his lifeline. He held your hips and bucked his deeply to secure the cum flow goes inside you and nowhere else. To make it better, he gently laid you back to the sheets and you stay there processing what happened, taking his white fluids into your spasming pussy.

"You still there?" His tone was full of amusement once he calmed down from the high, plopping right beside you while he draped the blanket over your body.

Then you stared at him with excitement that took him by surprise, even more so when you suddenly placed your head on his chest. Scaramouche held his breath and all it did was amplify the beating of his heart that you're hearing. It was a nice feeling, something you thought would happen only in dreams.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long"

"O-oh really?" He stuttered, a blush staining his cheeks. Why the hell was he nervous right now rather than earlier?

"Yeah really" You mumble and press yourself closer to him, wanting to feel more of his addictive body warmth. Scaramouche then rests his hand on the small of your back, awkwardly patting you to sleep yet his eyes relax at the sight of you in his arms.