#but he never does; he just grazes his teeth over it and it really does something to you when you’re in the midst of your heat

[saywren]

start with this one

18+. FEM READER. SOMNO, ORAL (M), MILD BREATH PLAY, SPIT. 2.5K.

A rumble drags you up from unconsciousness into the cradle of your bedsheets. You lay still for a moment with your eyes closed, easing yourself into reacquaintance with the waking world. Beyond the quiet of the bedroom is the hushed tinking of rain against the slate-shingle roof of your flat, and at first, you assume some distant thunder must have woken you. But when that rumbling repeats - barely audible, startlingly close - you remember.

No wonder, really, that you'd forgotten. You'd been barely conscious when, just shy of the witching hour, the bolt clicked on the front door and the hinges whined open to let him through. Barely conscious, but you stumbled to your feet in an instant, hurrying your sleep-addled self toward the imposing silhouette backlit by the hallway's fluorescents. You were driven by a single thought.

Simon was back from deployment.

Months of absence collapsed to a pinprick as you flung yourself at him, eager and uncoordinated. His arms caught you up, lifting you clear off the ground so easily you might think you weigh half of what you do. You clutched the raw breadth of his shoulders, arms needy-tight as you buried your face in his neck, your chin pressed to warm skin and your cheek rasping against the knit fabric that covers most of his face. You know he must have washed before coming home, but he still smells like whispers of gunpowder and dry sand. It's a reminder of where he's been, what could've happened to him. Your tears blot in the balaclava, relief and longing pouring out now that you've got your arms around him again.

"Stop yer cryin'," Simon grumbled, pressing his covered lips against your temple. Softer, in a voice you could feel more than hear, he soothed you. "I'm 'ere."

You see him when you open your eyes. It's not as bright as it should be this time of day because of the rain. Not quite dark but plenty gray, muted where the light meets his bare barrel chest. It's rising and falling evenly, the thin material of the surgical mask he sleeps in gently puffing and deflating in the same rhythm.

Simon's on his back, his head tilted towards you. His features are peaceful in sleep - age lines shallow, bleach-white scar tissue lax where it bisects his brow, trails along the top of his cheekbone and over his nose. Not pulling like it does when he's awake and his muscles coil and bunch, even the ones in his face. Your eyes graze over the bulb of his cauliflower ear, fond as they catch on the botched buzzcut you know was his own doing. Utility over all; too impatient to care when hardly anyone sees.

Once he's rested, you'll tidy it up for him. You know he's exhausted. Barely made it to bed without your help last night, like the second he stepped through your shared doorway, he allowed himself to shed the last of the stubbornness that dragged him home half-a-day earlier than planned. You should let him be, considering. Should go back to sleep, wake later when he presses the heat and heft of his body against you to rouse you again.

But you've been without him too long; you can't resist. You've never been the most patient person, though Simon's been working on that - making you wait and wait before he gives you what you want. Turning you into his good girl. And you wanna be that, but right now, you need to press your face against him, feel the texture of his skin, breathe him in and taste him behind your teeth.

Remind yourself he's real.

Carefully, you slip under the sheets, shimmying down and across toward Simon. Warmth hits you immediately, growing stronger as you approach the source - the fire to your embers. When your face grazes his side, you use it to sightlessly orient yourself, rubbing lightly like a kitten until you feel the old jagged divot you know is directly above his hip.

You tuck one arm around his meaty thigh and hug it to you, resting half-draped over him and smiling to yourself at all the real estate you have to play with. He sleeps more deeply now than when you first shared a bed, so you can get away with this, slaking your thirst for him and stealing the opportunity to be as greedy as you want. Because once Simon wakes, he'll take what's his and leave you no room for your own little indulgences.

You're wet just thinking about it.

You spend some time nosing around his hip and abdomen, dragging your lips feather-light over the fluffy dusting of hair that leads down from his navel to the taut band of his briefs. The texture of his skin is both familiar and new - pocked with healed wounds you've traced before but forgotten how they felt 'til you were touching him again. He's soft between the marks, smoother than one might expect. At the jut of his hip, the bone is close to the surface; thin-skinned, delicate. You edge his briefs down until the crease between his thigh and groin peeks out. Then you tuck your face there and inhale deeply.

The smell is all potent musk and skin-salt, raw and heady. A hit of pheromones directly to the womb. It has you hastening to stretch his waistband high so it can fit over the jut of his cock, which has stirred with your promixity and teasing little brushes. Perfunctorily, you tuck his briefs down out of the way, wasting no time in fitting your hands around that behemoth between his legs.

It used to intimidate you, his size. Scared you, even, the first time he took it out. You looked back and forth between that thick mushroom head and your shiny, spit-slick pussy, and even after the shattering orgasm Simon had given you, you felt a twist of fear that it still might not fit. Now, though, you know what to do with it: grasping lightly just below the tip, dragging gently down to ease back his foreskin, dropping a little peck on his briny slit. When he throbs against your kiss, you open more, working your lips and tongue until you've fit the whole knob of his head in your mouth to suckle sweetly.

You're hoping it isn't long before he wakes and takes control, and you aren't disappointed. As you suck him, his body shifts minutely and then a sleepy grunt follows, turning into a rumble of intrigue. His big mitt snakes beneath the covers, finds your hair, clutches there. The pull stings at the roots, but you don't stop suckling.

Muffled and sleep-hoarse, you hear him above the sheets. "You've been a busy li'le bird, 'aven't you?" There's a tinge of smug reproach in his voice. You press your thighs together. "Workin' me up when you're s'pposed to be sleepin'."

Simon shoves you down, stuffing you so suddenly your jaw clicks; you sputter, gagging as he bumps hard against the soft back of your throat. It hugs him tight as you retch, a brief embrace as your belly twists with arousal. Simon hums as he pulls you back off by your hair, ready for the deep, wet gasp you suck desperately in when he pops free.

Head spinning, pussy throbbing, you squint against the gray light as he throws the covers off to reveal you. You look up at him, meet his ochre-brown eyes. "Missed you," you pout, swiping the heel of your palm against your chin to break the string of saliva connecting you to him.

You see the mask shift and know he's smiling. The glint in his eyes tells you it's a smirk. "Missed this cock, eh?" He grasps himself by the base, smacks it gently against your cheek. "Din't have nothin' to fill your li'le holes wi'out it."

Your playful pout melts at the deflection. It's not what you meant, and Simon knows it. You look up at him from between the mass of his thighs, staring. A pang blooms in your chest because he still holds you back by your neck when you want to nuzzle against his heart. He stares right back at you, and for one split second, you can see everything in his eyes - sympathy, frustration, despair, longing. The way he wishes he could give more of himself to you than he can right now. It's gone as quickly as it came, but you see it, and you soften nonetheless.

"Reckon my little holes could do with some filling, then," you say quietly, letting your lips curve when he shifts against the pillow and the tension leaves his shoulders infinitesimally. You rub your cheek against his cock - forgiveness, acceptance. "Start with this one?"

Cheekily, you open your mouth, let your tongue hang out to show him the dark pink inside, all its slick warm contours. Simon doesn't reply, but his hand cups the back of your neck, squeezing once affectionately before dragging rough and warm up into the roots of your hair, cradling the back of your skull in a much more deliberate hold than before. He guides you back to his cock, and you stare at the ruddy head as he hooks his forefinger in your cheek, stretching your pliant mouth so he can watch your spit drip freely. You're kept there until a few fat drops fall, then a few more, sliding down the side of his shaft and racing toward his trimmed base. He lets your cheek go to catch your drool and lube himself with it, pumping his cock a couple times to ease your way as you take him back in.

That hand on the back of your head pushes firmly as you suck him down, and Simon meets you with an upward twitch of his hips, fucking himself on your mouth. You concentrate on trying to open as wide as possible, but he's just so damn thick that nothing much can be done. Still, he doesn't seem to care that your teeth drag against him, bone on velvet steel. You think maybe he likes the blunt edge of pain it brings.

He's insistent, relentless, but not cruel; feeds you the first third until you're broken in enough to take more, plugs up your throat every few thrusts or so. Gives you a chance to remember how to plan your breaths around him. Calluses scrape your skin as Simon's other hand joins the first, nearly engulfing the side of your face; you surrender yourself to his hold, letting him manipulate you, tilt your head down so he can notch in deeper. Your mind floats on a haze of oxygen deprivation and satisfaction at the little signs of his pleasure - the rumble of his heavy breaths, the flexing of his thighs under your forearms, the eager hitching of his swollen balls each time you engulf him a little deeper.

And when Simon starts to lose himself - hips snapping quicker, hands pressing harder - you suck him down as far as you can, working the rest with your fists, slick with the drool that freely flows as he bullies the back of your throat.

"M'gettin' close," he grunts, his voice rough with a hint of strain, and your abdomen clenches with anticipation. "Y'alrigh'?"

Your jaw is tight and pinched, and your ribcage is beginning to ache with the need for air. But you can make it, push through and see it out, because you desperately do not want to stop. Pulling one hand away from his shaft without pausing the other, you feel blindly for his thigh and, when you find it, squeeze once in reassurance.

"Oh, fuckin' 'ell," Simon hisses, each of his heavy breaths now rumbling at the end with the hint of a moan. "Tha's a good girl."

Your whimper comes out wet and garbled at the tremulous edge in his voice. A crack in the ghostly skull, revealing the skin beneath, now flushed tender pink; the affect that you coaxed out with your devotion.

The inside of your mouth is thick with sticky spit, edged with salt from the precum he's dripping. And now, you let it get real sloppy. Know he likes it when he can hear the desperate glug of your voice as he uses you. Know he likes it when you're wet all over, too - across your cheeks, down your neck, soaking the collar of your sleep shirt. Smeared between your thighs as you leak from the way he fucks you right before he cums. Your lashes flutter as you force your eyes to focus on his face, just to see his brow all twisted up, his nose scrunched beneath the mask, the cords of his neck pulled tight as his moans come louder now, as close to whiny as they could ever be.

And it's when he glances down, peering down the plane of his body to see you between his thighs - small only by comparison, hair twisted around his fist, looking up at him with those teary eyes and your mouth stuffed so fuckin' full of him -

"Fuck!"

With a violent kick that nearly makes you heave, Simon cums, flooding your mouth and throat with his thick, potent brine. You whine along with him as he groans out his pleasure, hastening to keep up as pump after pump spills across your tongue, gathering behind your teeth until you can swallow it all down.

"Good girl," he says again, his deep voice languid now as you clean him up, licking up the last drops of his spend.

He releases you then, and your scalp tingles and stings from the hold as you drag up the hem of your shirt, scrubbing your face with it to get the heavy off. "C'mere," he rumbles, fitting his hands beneath your armpits and dragging you up his body to settle just beneath the bottom of his ribcage. Gentle as a man such as him could be, Simon wipes your face with your shirt, taking care around your eyes, which slip closed to let him work.

"Keep 'em closed," he instructs firmly, and after a moment, you hear the rustle of thin fabric, something akin to paper being crumpled. Your heart skips and thumps when he draws you down and your lips meet unfettered flesh, soft and chapped, framed by the grit of close-shaved stubble.

Simon kisses you with that flimsy mask shoved down around his neck, his face fully bared to the gray light of your shared bedroom. And you could look, but you never would. You know it, of course, but the fact that Simon knows it - trusts you enough to believe it - has that poignant swell of longing affection filling the space behind your ribs to nearly bursting.

Once he's had his fill of your lips, Simon parts from your mouth, hovering nearby. "Now," he murmurs, and you keep your eyes scrunched up tight; his lips brush yours, tilting in a smirk you can practically hear. "Bring tha' sweet li'le cunny up 'ere and sit on my face, luv.”

[merakiui]

What about Alpha!Jade? Is he better? Worse? 👀

Floyd will be blunt and brutally honest when he feels like it, but Jade can be rather deceptive. When you approach him with an offer for friends with benefits, he’s a little too quick to agree. You think Floyd might have rubbed off on him, but Jade’s always considered the possibility of an arrangement like this. Not that you’d ever know that, of course.

Jade is painfully vanilla the first few times. He does it on purpose. As fun as breaking you would be, you only expect him to be the alpha who’ll help you through your heats. Nothing more, nothing less. He won’t exceed any expectations, so all of his preferences are kept secret. He does stay a little while after the fact, but it’s usually to bring you refreshments and snacks if you need any. He’ll run a bath if you desire one. He’ll pick discarded clothing from off the floor and fold it in neat piles. There is no emotion in any of these gestures, and it feels like he’s your butler when he goes to these lengths.

I like to think that things change when he accidentally knots you. :) of course Jade’s usually good at keeping his restraint and he’s never let his desires get the better of him, especially not when he’s dealing with you. That’s how he frames it. It’s never helping you; it’s always dealing with the issue, as if it’s burdensome. But he was a little too lost in thought and you were so defenseless beneath him, shuddering through another orgasm, fingers curling into the dampened bedsheets, your legs wrapping around his waist. And…it just happened. One minute he’s fucking into your slick, warm hole and the next his knot has slipped past the ring of muscles, locking the both of you together. And he suspects that if you weren’t so heat-brained and your hole wasn’t so slick it would probably hurt.

It’s a little embarrassing that he allowed this to happen, and he knows you’d probably panic if you were more self-aware. But you throw your head back and cry so sweetly for him and he’s relieved it won’t cause any issues. It’s a little bothersome after the fact, though, because he has to wait until he can finally detach himself from you.

When Jade’s in love, he’s in love. He can hide it well, but one look at his dreamy, far-off expression and you’ll wonder what’s caught his fancy this time. There was never any intimacy in your relationship to begin with, but lately he’s started interlacing his fingers with yours when he fucks you, gently cradling your hand while you moan beneath him. And his kisses are always so deeply romantic, as if he has to taste you each time he kisses you so that your flavor remains on his tongue afterwards. Gone is vanilla Jade. When he loves you, he wants to love you until you’re on the verge of shattering. Expect ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds, and lots of other fun things he’s been dying to try on you. It’s a shame he can’t do this outside of your heats. He’s certain your reactions would be very interesting.

It feels like these feelings have snuck up on him because suddenly he no longer views you as an obligation he’s tasked with handling. Now he looks at you adoringly, as if you’re the only one he’ll ever see. And this complicates the matter because now he’d give anything to claim you for himself and knot you again, but this time with the intention of pouring his love into you.

[sexbot300]

‧˚₊•୨୧ Ya know, just crushing on your friends older dad (toji pls corrupt me) quick messy drabble of his fine ass

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

It just started off as tiny thoughts… Broad ass shoulders, thick thighs, huge arms that can put you in a chokehold… You can go ON. You couldn’t even bring yourself to admit the way this man could absolutely degrade you and you would smile in the entirety of it.

‘Sleepovers are so fun’ another one of your thoughts. Not only do you get to stay over with your friends but there is eye candy to admire every once in a while. You just so happened to be wearing your shortest black spandex shorts that accentuate every curvature of your ass and a cream-colored cropped tank top that spills out half of your cleavage. I mean! What if it gets stuffy and sickly hot when you sleep? Completely innocent!!

This leaves you in a predicament. Megumi asked of you to get a snack downstairs, but poor you! Too short to reach the top cabinet :(

You huff and puff while standing on your tippy toes, sleek cabinet opened, one hand gripped at the edge of the granite countertop for support. Your other arm outstretched, nails lightly grazing the colorful box of candy your dear friend wanted. With every muscular push from your calf muscles, you bounce a little and recoil the exposed parts of your body.

Sneakily, unaware, a presence loomed behind you, enjoying the pathetic little effort of what you decided to call “clothes.”

A musky scent engulfed your senses as a chiseled body pressed up against you. Before you had time to process what was going on, the body proceeded to press slightly more against you, adding on pressure. Your hand that was once extended to grab the box, soon had a veiny, stronger, and massive hand gripping onto your wrist.

What you can make out to be a pelvis, pressed against the own fat of your ass, paired with another hand clutching the indent of your waist aided in lifting you up. Soon your feet were completely off the ground and you couldn’t help but feel something, hard, press against you. You quickly understood that this was him offering a helping hand, as the thicker hand stretched your own to grab the box. By the grace of God, you managed to grip the object that got you in this dilemma without dropping it.

“There you go, you got it.” A rumbling occurred against your back as his chest released the deep voice that almost felt taunting. The voice that spoke was smooth, laced with a grin.

Slowly looking up you realized he hasn’t dropped you yet. Ass still pressed against his dick, feet in the air. Did he notice your light blush scattered across your face? No, play innocent. Staring, you found his emerald eyes that showed every hint of amusement, his scarred lip that curved up a bit and his raven hair that fell across his face. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to die right then and there or leave every bit of dignity behind. He looked down at you like prey, you decided to play in.

“See? Wasn’t so bad.” He spoke in a silky voice, never losing his smirk. You only gave him a look of pure innocence; brows furrowed, rosy lips puckered out, and big doe-like eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro. I really appreciate it.” His cock twitched. “But, can you please put me down now?” Lacing every word you say with the most saccharine voice you can muster.

His face only softened up. “Of course.” As he let go of the tight embrace on your wrist, he still held a firm position of his pelvis against your ass. Your toes slowly touched the ground but clumsy you, you dropped the box onto the counter! Still maintaining eye contact with the man that looked like he wanted to dig his teeth into you, you let out a tiny, “oops!”

Proceeding to fully touch the ground you quickly look down onto the countertop to grab the contents. But oh, no, no, no. You just had to be a brat. Slowly arching over, you wiggled your ass against the older mans hard on. Eliciting friction to your cunt that needs to be touched so desperately wasn’t the smartest idea. But the other man found himself even further amused by this, his clothed dick loosely making out the indents of your folds. You finally grabbed the box you ‘dropped.’

You blinked looking at him, feigning innocence while his grin deepened. “I can go now Mr. Fushiguro.” Quickly, he slender fingers dug into your hip bones making you pathetically let out a gasp. Forcing your ass almost impossibly close against his dick, even with the barrier of clothes. He slowly, rocked himself up and down, creating lewd noises you choke back.

“Go ahead… give it to them upstairs. I can then accidentally “drop” your panties on the ground as well.”

You blankly stared, mouth agape suppressing any noise, while he still rocked you back and forth on him. “What’s with the blank mind now princess? We’re still playing fair aren’t we? It’s about time you got dick from the man you practically eye fuck.”

He let out a chuckle, “Sick girl. Don’t worry. You won’t need to dress like a slut in my house any further. I’ll take real good care of you, if you can just shut up and take it.”

You pulled your bottom lip in slightly sucking it, testing your luck, knowing that this day will finally come. “Okay, Daddy.”

An even wider grin appeared on his face, “Looks like you came already trained for me? Good girl. Hope that little cunt of yours can take the abuse your mouth should be getting instead. Go, now.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly jumped out of his embrace throwing the candy at Megumi, Nobara, and Itadori leaving them in a confused state. Muttering some excuse of having to need to use the restroom… for the rest of the night oddly.

:(((( poor little cunt, couldn’t sit down properly for days straight. He made sure to ruin your hole so no one else got to :(

[dante-mightdie]

Your au's for Ghost have me absolutely feral, specially now that I found the viking content. I'm a sucker for big cold man with a sweet angel for a wife 🥺

There's just so much angst potential, imagine the wife was this doe eyes lady that dreamt of love and read all the sweet fairy tales just to end up married to a brute that thing romance is dumb. Then she tries to make their relationship work in a more traditional sense but the attempts fail 🥺🥺🥺

It could be very angsty or a beauty and the beast type of situation where he tries his best for wifey.

beauty and the beast yes please and thank you or alternatively: lady and the tramp

c/w: fluff, mentions of smut, i’m bad at writing romance leave me alone i’m heartless

he’s always known you as his wife. from the second price dropped you in his lap like a stray kitten, mumbles of clan alliances and blah blah blah. you didn’t really have an opinion nor say about the whole situation. but you didn’t seem displeased with the arrangement your father made with price

it never really clicked in his brain that before you were his wife, you were once a little girl with a head full of dreams. hopes of growing up and finding a good man. one who will whisper sweet nothings in your ear at night, building a home and family with you, treat you like the darling thing that you are

and now here you are, the other half of this viscous soldier. a man who has never known a gentle touch in his life. his romantic experiences consist of going to the brothel and picking the first woman he sees to relieve the stress of battle. he never planned on taking a wife nor starting a family

you never complained. not once. even when he shut down your attempts at affection. you took it on the chin and moved on. perhaps you understood that you could definitely have it worse. simon is by no means a good man. but he certainly isn’t a cruel one either

he’s never laid a disrespectful hand on you. never allowed anyone to treat you as anything other than his wife. the same can’t be said for a lot of women put into these kinds of arrangements

he started to figure you out in bed one night. after being intimate together, he was sat up in bed, candlelight illuminating his sweaty chest as he pants to catch his breath. a flask of ale in his hand as he gulps it down

your form is splayed out in his lap, your legs tangled with those thick tree trunks he calls thighs. the covers are bunched up around you, barely concealing your naked bodies to anyone who might decide to intrude

it never makes him jump when he feels your nails dig into his back and claw down the muscle when he fucks you. or when your teeth bite down on his shoulder to cover your moans when he hikes up your skirt in the dark alley behind a tavern. but when your fingers gentle dance over the scars and tattoos littering his sweaty skin, he feels the hairs on the nape of his neck stand up

goosebumps prickle up and down his body when your lips graze over the large scar slashed across his burly chest, tongue flicking out ever so slightly to taste the sweat resting there,

"what're you doin'?" he grunts out, taking another sip of the ale. your eyes flick up to him, almost surprised that he's actually talking to you. you shrug your shoulders lightly, cheeks heating up slightly from his blunt acknowledgement of your affections

“appreciating what was gifted to me by the gods. your body is a blessing, husband…” you whisper so quietly he almost didn’t hear it. but he did

you considered him a gift. a blessing, even. from the gods themselves. simon almost wanted to laugh. another part wanted to tell you to stop, stop with these childish fantasies. but it soon made sense why you never gave up your attempts of coaxing approval from a man so afraid to love

somewhere, deep down inside of you. that little girl is pleading with you, begging you to make her dreams of finding true love come to life. telling you that you’re the only one who can do it. without you, she has no hope

perhaps it can’t hurt to indulge you. just this once.

[rosesaints]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* HIT ME HARD AND SOFT!

DID I BREAK YOUR HEART? DID I WASTE YOUR TIME? ⸻ t. fushiguro, g. suguru, n. kento, g. satoru

summary: your breakup (and sometimes makeup) sex experiences with jjk men when inspired by the new billie eilish album! angst. warnings: 18+ mdni, mentions of infidelity, lots of angst lol, unprotected sex, breeding kink (nanami), fingering, oral (f!receiving)

: ̗̀➛ TOJI FUSHIGURO

I SAW YOU IN THE CAR WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND COULDN'T SLEEP! if something happens to him, you can bet that it was me.

toji doesn't know how he feels about the fact that you've moved on, and he decides to do something about it.

"is this really what you're doing now? living the dream?"

toji has this remarkable talent of sensing when you're finally at peace. you had just been dropped off at your aparment by your date, and the dust hadn't even settled yet before toji materialized by your door.

"that's exactly what the fuck i'm doing," you scoffed. red hot anger coursing through your veins as he acts like your relationship was nothing more than a lunatic pipe dream. like the very prospect of you being happy with someone else was an idea so foreign, it was laughable. "go home, toji. i don't even know why you came. did you really think that coming here, guns blazing and chest puffed up, would convince me to come back?"

toji appraises you for a moment, and it shouldn't send a shock down your spine, but the next thing he says does.

"has he made you cum?"

you freeze.

the truth was, your date hasn't. poor guy couldn't even last four seconds inside you before cumming, sheepishly evading you afterwards to clean himself off to properly satisfy you.

"you heard me, sweetheart. i won't ask again," toji grins. "what's wrong? where's all that fire you had earlier?"

"n-no," you try hard to fight the humiliation that threatens to bubble over in your chest. "not...not yet⸺"

he's stepping forward in mere moments, crowding you into your apartment and locking the door behind him, a wicked smile on the edge of his lips.

"you know, i like this new persona of yours. seriously, i really do," he's so close, invading your personal space and you can feel how hard he's getting against your thigh. "all this bite, all this fire, it's fucking sexy. but i think it's time to stop fucking around and come home, yeah?"

you know there's only ever been one way to go with toji.

"you poor thing," much later, to his delight, toji's got his one of his hands working back and forth over your cunt, pleased at how soaked and needy and docile you were, hips jutting forward to meet his rough, calloused hand. his other hand's wrapped around your much smaller hand, jerking him off in a brutal and agonizing pace. he curses at the way you're grazing your teeth over his neck, whimpering every time he circles your clit. "fuck. so fucking needy."

"pretty little cunt's gone so long without being touched, huh? that's okay," you shiver when his voice drops, dripping with determination. "we've got all week to make up for all that lost time."

: ̗̀➛ GETO SUGURU

I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SAY IT. you could've been the greatest.

you've tried your best to keep geto satisfied for the longest time, to let him get his rest, but you can't fight how alone you've felt anymore.

"you'll go," the words are exhausting and holds the weight of a future you can never have. a future where he doesn't go, a future where you don't have to settle for staying. "and i'll stay."

you've watched him come and go for years, sometimes with a smile on your face, most times with tears in your eyes. this time, you're struck with the realization that you just feel nothing. none of the flightless uncertainty, none of the promises that you tell yourself that he'll find his way back. it's terrifying.

"i think we have to end it, sugu."

there was no prelude, no warning signs. geto had stopped by the night that he came back, soft and boneless and aching for your touch and your comfort. the realization hit you in the middle of such a routine and familiar night, geto sprawled across your bed in the most peaceful state you've seen him for so long as you got ready for bed. it kills you to have to shatter that, but you think it'll shatter you if you keep holding back. "don't know how much more i can take of this."

geto sighs. he would be stupid to not see this was coming.

every time he said goodbye only got harder and harder and harder, and he could see the way you dimmed every time he pulled away.

but he was selfish, so selfish, and willed himself to ignore it and hold on for a little bit longer. to chase that high of getting to know you, getting to feel your touch on his skin, spend nights draped across each other and whispering sweet nothings.

he nods. "i understand."

when you join him underneath the covers and he leans into your touch, hot and full of want for things he can't have, you let him take the clothes off your back, let him drift lower and lower until he presses sweet kisses to your thighs.

your breath stutters, and he wants to consume you. wants to remember how you taste, how you whine and plead for more, the way you used to look at him with reverence. he seals his lips around your clit and sucks like he wants to make a home out of you, hand reaching up to cup a hand around your breast and graze your nipple.

tightening your thighs around his head deprives him of his oxygen, makes him forget what's going to come next.

you come on his tongue, heart hollow and echoing.

he could've been the greatest.

"i'll come back," there was something solemn in his voice, a grief that overcomes him in waves. he pushes a loose strand of hair away from your face and knows. "and you'll come with me."

: ̗̀➛ NANAMI KENTO

OPEN UP THE DOOR, CAN YOU OPEN UP THE DOOR? i know you said before you can't cope with any more.

it's been a year since you broke up with nanami. you don't know what to say, so you let your actions speak for you.

you're not sure why you called. it came so easily, like muscle memory, typing his number into your phone and calling a number you haven't dialed in a long time. it rings once before he's picking up, voice laced with worry and confusion and the sound of your name on his lips sounds like everything you've missed in the past year. "what's wrong?"

"kento, come home. i miss you," your breaths are coming out in shallow waves, anxious and jittery as you await his response on the other side of the call. "i know i said before that i can't cope anymore, but i want to try, really try this time."

"i'll be there soon. stay... stay right where you are."

it takes him all of seven to come knocking at your door, chest panting and leaning against the doorway in a daze, like he's still in disbelief that you've allowed him back. "is this... is this real?"

he's had dreams about this exact moment, plagued with the thoughts of how it ended the last time, how you'd broken down in his arms in defeat⸺he's had time to think through every possible scenario, every way that he could prove to you that he would change, he would make you a priority, spend the rest of his days making it up to you.

"i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you⸺" nanami, normally so composed and careful with his words, can't help that all his emotions, all the love he's held safe for you in his chest, tumbles out like a flash flood. all you can do is nod helplessly,

when you cum, it's with a gasp, back arching off the bed as he maneuvers your body with an easy familiarity that can only be acquired through years of experience, years of knowing your body inside and out.

he's not too far behind, getting closer and closer the more he looks at your wrecked and fucked-out expression. he laces a hand through yours, intertwined.

"never gonna let you go again," his thrusts are getting more impulsive, thoughts going hazy when he thinks of you, swollen with his baby with the happiest expression on your face. "i think it's time we start a family."

: ̗̀➛ GOJO SATORU

I TRY TO LIVE IN BLACK AND WHITE, BUT I'M SO BLUE! i'd like to mean it when i say i'm over you.

your ex-boyfriend gojo just can't bring himself to get over you.

in a lot of ways, being with gojo was like staring into the sun. on your first date, he had taken you on a picnic overlooking the shakujii river to go see the cherry blossoms. your head was on his lap and he had gently titled your head back, chuckling as you closed your eyes as per his instructions. "just close for a moment," you hummed, but the sensation of warm sunlight was overtaken by the feeling of being cradled in his hands. "open your eyes."

for a moment, all you could see was light, vibrant blue. eyes adjusting to the sun, until bright sapphire eyes came into focus. it was the happiest you had seen him for a while. "did you feel it?"

at the time, you didn't understand what he wanted you to see, didn't know what it was that he wanted you to search for.

did you feel it?

this time, the roles are reversed. you're cradling his head in your hands as he's fallen to his knees in front of you, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay as he presses his head into your abdomen, shoulders shaking with the intensity of his emotions, holding onto you like a lifeline. "satoru, i don't know if i can keep doing this anymore."

"no, you don't mean that."

"we can't keep doing this," you weren't a fool. you know he hasn't been doing well, can see it in the dark circles that have temporarily made a home under his eyes, the cursed energy that radiates off of him in waves. "you can't just keep coming back, sa⸺gojo. you have to move on."

when he rises, he places his head onto your shoulder, and for a moment, the rush of familiarity overpowers you. "satoru. just say my name please, that's all i'll ask for."

"satoru⸺"

he's pressing warm, soft kisses against your neck, nuzzling and inhaling the scent of your hair. his hands are exploring the length of your back, fingertips slowly dragging across your skin. when he pulls back to look at you, sapphire eyes shimmering with unshed tears, you find yourself spiraling again.

it's so much easier to forget that it's over, really over, when he's fucking into you like it's the last time. it's in the slow drag of his dick as he takes his time to soak it all in, the sensuous pace that he knows drives you crazy. you're not sure where you end and where he begins, hands holding onto your waist like a lifeline as he snaps his hips. it sends tremors down your spine and you see stars behind your eyes.

satoru cups your cheek, and it's like burning alive, like a fever you can't shake. "that's it, sweetheart, fall apart for me."

when you pull the blanket over him later, under the soft glow of the moonlight, you think you realize what he meant all those years back.

he's all you could see.

© ROSESAINTS ! — do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

snow leopard!gojo wants to take care of you so badly. he wants to groom you just the way he does himself. he will literally lick your skin and the tickling sensation makes you laugh. he peeks at you with his big blue eyes, proud that you're enjoying this.

he licks and nips at the soft skin of your stomach, gently sinking his teeth into you every so often just to give you a little toothy grin when you quietly gasp at his antics. he nuzzles his nose at your skin as he moves up on your body.

his tail trails over your thighs as he hovers above you and he doesn't miss how you shiver below him. he's trying so hard to not focus on the fact that you taste so good, that you smell so good – he's just trying to clean you. he's being a good boy right now, he's not thinking about anything else other than taking care of you. he's not thinking about the way you're slowly but surely starting to take in bigger and deeper breaths. he's not thinking about how warm you are. how you're grinding into his knee, the one that's very convienently resting right between your thighs. how warm you are. he's not thinking about the way your hands are buried in his pearly white locks, the way your fingers are grazing at his soft, fuzzy ears. he can hear your heartbeat and he can now really smell you, too. satoru closes his eyes and lowers himself further down onto you, his skin brushing against yours as he continues to lick at your neck.

he wants to bite down stronger. he wants to hear you – he wants you to gasp, he wants you to mewl for him. he just wants you to let him know how good he's doing:(((( he wants your praise and he wants your attention:(((( he never wants to let you go, to let you leave – you look so pretty here underneath him. his baby.

[lemonlover1110]

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄

Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji Fushiguro is the worst possible boyfriend, luckily he isn't your boyfriend but someone else's.

Warnings: MDNI, Cheating (Toji cheated in the past on reader and is cheating now with reader), Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Nipple Play, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Creampie Some Angst (No Comfort), Toji is just a little asshole (but we love him bc he's Toji)

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He’s so intoxicating when his lips are on yours, it makes it hard to notice how his fingertips burn up your skin. His hands go under your shirt, tracing up your stomach until he decides that your shirt is getting in his way and he wants it off you. He pulls away from your lips, as he lifts up your shirt, and you’re worse because you help him. You allow this to happen.

“Toji, we can’t do this.” You say in between kisses, but you don’t do anything to stop him. You let him go down to your neck while his hands reach behind to unhook your bra. He slides your bra off and his lips kiss down to your breasts. Toji puts you down on the bed before his tongue circles around your nipple. His tongue plays around, flicking your nipple before his mouth wraps around it and he begins to suck.

You bite down your lip as his other hand begins to pinch and play with your other nipple. He unlatches from your boob, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple. He kisses the valley between your breasts until he gets to your other tit, where he does the same thing.

This is how you always end up with him. You barely get a word out before you’re down each other's throats. If you cared to talk much, you would still be together but you aren’t. Toji isn’t a good person to talk to, but he’s a great fuck. That’s one of the reasons you broke up and decided to remain as friends–

Well, you and Toji didn’t decide to remain friends, and you aren’t exactly on amicable terms. Truth is, you hate his guts. You hate him so much because he was the worst boyfriend you could ever have. You found yourself scrolling through his phone late at night, inspecting who he was talking to. It was no one at first, letting you believe you were going crazy, that you were just overthinking everything that he did.

Until you found the messages, the pictures, the videos. You argued, and he told you he wouldn’t do it again but he did. Toji didn’t take your relationship seriously, until you left. He asked you to work things out, but when you refused, he started dating the woman he was seeing behind your back.

Now he’s doing with you the same things he did with her… Although he swears he never got physical with her. You don’t care about the limits, all you care about is getting the sweet taste of revenge on your lips. Maybe that’s why he’s so intoxicating. You get a sense of satisfaction when you do the same things she did, although you shouldn’t because Toji ends up winning in all of this.

But you don’t care too much when his tongue glides over your tits. His teeth graze your soft flesh before he bites down on your nipple, making you moan out of pain and pleasure. Toji hums against your boob, his way of telling you how much he loves this. The man could come simply from sucking your tits.

“You’ve got perfect tits.” Toji tells you as he unlatches. He kisses your puffy nipple a couple of times before he completely undresses you. He begins to kiss down your body. He makes sure to love every part of your body, something he never really took advantage of when you were together. 

He kisses down to your lower abdomen, slowing down when he approaches your pussy. He spreads your legs as his tongue licks through your folds. He loves the taste of you on his tongue, and nothing can really compare to you. As much as he hates to think of it, he misses you. 

His tongue teases your entrance, a smirk on his face when he hears your breathy moans. He spits on your cunt before his tongue focuses on your clit. His tongue begins to flick your clit, and you can’t help but shut your eyes. There’s nothing Toji loves more than to eat you out. You used to have to beg him at first but after the first time, he began to beg you to let him go down on you.

Two of his fingers run through your folds, gathering your slick before he pushes his thick fingers inside. He’s not doing much, but you’re softly moaning his name, praising his every move, “Oh, daddy, that’s so good.”

The pace of his tongue and fingers match, as one speeds up, so does the other. He kisses your cunt before humming against your cunt, “Fucking love your little pussy so much.”

He curves his fingers just right, making your hands grip the bed sheets. You’re turning into putty with every touch and movement from him. Your legs squeeze around him, and the man is on cloud nine at the mere thought of being suffocated by your thighs. 

“Oh, daddy!” You moan. Toji is’t a great boyfriend, but he’s always a great fuck. He takes his fingers out of your pussy, his tongue going down to your entrance. The tip of his tongue teases your entrance, so close to pushing it in, and just as you anticipate it, it goes back up to your clit. “You’re so good to me, daddy–”

Toji spits on your cunt again, but instead of continuing to eat you out, he gets up from the floor, leaving you unsatisfied. He lays down beside you, grabbing your head and forcing you into a sloppy kiss. He feels your soft fingers go under his shirt, tracing every inch of his well toned torso. He begins to suck on your tongue while his large hands cup your breasts. 

You pull away from the kiss, getting on top of Toji before your lips go straight to his neck. You go for the sweet spot that makes the man weak to his knees, and you begin to suck on it. A soft moan leaves his lips before he comments, “You just want to show her, huh, pretty girl?”

You go to another spot in his neck, making sure to leave a mark. Toji’s hand roams down your back and to your ass, grabbing a handful of it. Toji doesn’t really care that you’re leaving evidence of his doings. He doesn’t care enough, plus, as you know, Toji is willing to sacrifice just anything for momentary pleasure.

He pulls down his sweatpants, breaking his cock free from its confinements. He spits in his hand before stroking his cock. You’re too busy with making hickeys on his skin to care about the poor man’s needs. But in your mind, he doesn’t get to be satisfied– It’s your dumb idea of revenge towards him.

“I’m gonna put it in, okay, baby? Need to feel your sweet pussy around me.” Toji’s voice sounds needy. You hum against his skin, and he runs the tip of his cock through your folds before pushing himself in. He curses as he feels your pussy wrap around him, “Oh, fuck, baby– You feel so fucking good.”

You stop sucking on his neck, pecking his lips as you begin to bounce on him. Your nails dig into his biceps, moaning as he fills you up. One thing you hate about him more than anything? You doubt you’ll ever feel this good with anyone else. Although the feeling is mutual, which is why the man randomly knocks on your door at a random hour. The main difference between the two of you is that Toji decided to fuck everything up for a future together.

You don’t dwell on it, though. As long as you get to use his body, you’re fine. You can find someone else to fulfill your emotional needs.

“Love your cock, daddy.” You moan before your teeth dig into the skin of his shoulder. Toji almost chuckles at the fact that you’re making sure to mark up every part of his body that you can get access to. He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t love it. You sit up, your hands resting on his chest for support as you move on his cock. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Toji comments, as one hand goes to your tits, pinching and playing with your nipple. You grab his free hand, moving it to your cunt, leading you to say,

“Please touch me there, daddy.” And Toji doesn’t waste a second before rubbing your clit. You throw your head back, moaning as you’re consumed with pleasure. You bite your bottom lip to not get too loud as you move slowly on his cock. 

The hand that plays with your tits goes up, cupping your face before forcing you to look down at him. He loves this position for many reasons: you set the pace which makes you enjoy yourself more (he loves watching you struggle after a minute), and because he gets to admire your face as you take him. He can’t properly look at you when you’re throwing your head back.

“You look so pretty when you’re bouncing on my dick. You like taking my cock, baby?” Toji asks as your walls begin to squeeze his cock. He’s making your body feel too good. That’s his issue, he always makes you feel so good.

You’re telling yourself that you’re getting revenge for what she did to you, even when Toji is the one that wins in the situation. Well, you win as well when you reach your climax, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you make a mess all over him. And you finally moan his name, something that he never hears anymore, “Fuck, Toji!”

Toji begins to move his hips, setting a much faster pace than the one you had set. He’s driving you insane as you ride out your high. Toji is chasing his own release, with much little care about you at this point.

Maybe you should tell him to pull out as his thrusts get sloppy, but you can’t. Your body yearns for his warmth in every way, and you smile when Toji grunts as his warm cum fills up your cunt. Toji holds you down so you can’t get off him just yet.

“What do you want me to do? Send her a picture of you like this?” Toji has a smirk on his lips, and you return it. 

“Or should I send her a picture of you like this? Would she go insane?” You respond, the smirk fading away as you remember when you were in her spot. She can go to hell, and Toji can as well. At least he can fuck you good.

“I’d leave you for her in a heartbeat, just say the word.” Toji says, and at first you thought it was just his post sex brain talking, but you know he means it. Maybe that’s your revenge toward him, letting him get his hopes up for a relationship and then not letting it get past sex.

You get his hands off you and lay down beside him. He takes a deep breath, staring at the ceiling. Not completely satisfied– He’s satisfied sexually but not emotionally. He knows he can’t ask for too much, but it’s worth a try.

“I’ll go clean up.” You get off the bed and begin to walk to the bathroom. He fixes himself up as well, about to leave the place because conversation after everything is just stale since you don’t want to talk. But just as he begins to leave, he hears your phone ring which makes his ears perk up.

He knows he shouldn’t look, but he walks to the nightstand to grab your phone. His blood begins to boil at the cutesy test from a man. Who have you been talking to? You haven’t told him anything. 

He grabs the phone and unlocks it, luckily knowing your password. Toji isn’t exactly the man to respect your boundaries or wishes, so of course he’s going to scare whoever this is away. He can’t have you, but this idiot can’t either. 

So he takes a horrible selfie and sends it to whoever it is. He then types the first thing that comes to mind:

This is her boyfriend, who’s this?

[bleubrri]

۪۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ — ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ

ft daichi / tsukishima / ukai / ushijima

summary: haikyuu boys realising they have a thing

༄ؘ ˑ SAWAMURA DAICHI — MARKING

running your teeth over the calloused tips of his fingers before taking them into your mouth is something daichi is used to. what he’s not used to is the feeling of your hand replacing the heat of your mouth, pumping him with languid strokes while you sink your teeth into his hip and bite. a strangled sort of noise leaves him, like he can’t decide whether to yelp or moan.

“what are you doing?”

“sorry.” you flash him a sheepish smile and press your lips over the reddened indents of your teeth. something swirls in his gut and daichi can practically feel his pupils dilate at the sight of the shallow imprints of your canines in his skin. claiming.

“no it—” he swallows thickly, broad chest heaving when you squeeze him at the base. your cheek is resting against his thigh, his aching length obscuring his view of your doe-eyed expression. “feels good.” he says, slipping a hand into your hair.

“really?” you look proud, eyes twinkling with delight as you trail your lips across his skin.

“mm, will you do it again, baby?”

this time, you can feel his dick twitching in your grasp when you nip at the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. you’re jerking him with slickened strokes, your other hand caged between the mattress and digging crescents into his ass.

your mouth feels like it’s everywhere, and when he’s coming down from his high, spent and coated in a sheen of sweat, it looks like you have been: the corded muscle of his thighs is tender to the touch and covered in bruises. hues of raspberry and darkened plum sucked into his skin and teeth marks glistening with saliva that he wears like a badge of honor.

༄ؘ ˑ TSUKISHIMA KEI — HAIR PULLING

honestly, he has no idea what he’s doing. he’s never gone down on anyone before, but it’s easier than he thought, and you seem to be enjoying it. he’s hesitant at first, just exploring your folds, running his tongue along every part of you until he finds something that makes your breath hitch. you’re so.. receptive, muffled sounds of pleasure slipping from your lips and guiding him to focus in on what you like.

he makes a very interesting discovery when he curls his tongue inside you and you clench around him, a hand flying into his hair and gripping blonde locks between your fingers. he blinks, does it again, and you sing for him.

“fuck, tsukki, right there—” your nails are grazing his scalp as you tug him closer and he shivers, grips your hips and lets himself be shoved further into your cunt. his spine is tingling, nose pressed into your clit as he buries himself in your pussy and maps out your insides until your soaked walls are moulded to the shape of his tongue. he’s groaning into your heat when the flavour of you bursts across his tongue, lapping at your release and urging you to tug.

he mumbles something that gets lost in the lewd slurping between your legs, and when your hand slips away and you start to wriggle from his grasp, he snaps his head up and yanks your wrist back into his hair.

“harder.” he repeats it with so much fervour that all you can do is blink, slowly nodding in a lustful haze and guiding his mouth back to the apex of your thighs.

༄ؘ ˑ UKAI KEISHIN — BREEDING

the room is starting to get so hot that it’s making you lightheaded. ukai is hovering over you, pushing your knees further into your chest with each thrust as you desperately cling to his shoulders. the sticky tip of his cock hitting your g-spot has your nails reflexively dragging along the taut muscle of his back at a pressure that you both know will bloom angry red columns of scratches against his tan skin.

his cum has started to drip down the seam of your ass, sticky ropes of it beginning to coat his balls that press against you when he buries himself to the hilt and rolls his hips. it has your toes curling, your eyes hazy and pussy pulsing so hard you ache.

“‘m full keishi—hah!” you actually jolt beneath him when he presses a calloused thumb into the slick mess of your clit.

“one more.” he offers, “just one more, angel.” and it doesn’t take long either—all ukai has to do is picture you swollen with his seed, full tits and glowing features, and he’s releasing another load into your spent pussy with a drawn out string of expletives.

you’re reaching for him, navigating every hot curl of his tongue in a sloppy connection of your mouths while keishins hips fuck his cum back into you. he can feel your blissful smile against his lips, “that all ya wanted? hm? wanted me to fuck a baby into ya, sweetheart?”

༄ؘ ˑ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — LINGERIE

if he’s being completely honest he rarely pays attention to what you’re wearing before he fucks you—it’s coming off soon, so why think too hard about it? plus, he prefers you bare anyway.

but this, oh he likes this. and you can tell. you watch his adams apple bob when he swallows from his place seated on the edge of the mattress as you step out of the bathroom with a shy smile. you pad into the room, give him a little twirl as you present yourself to him. wakatoshi has to release the sheets clenched between his fists and remember to breathe.

“it’s cute, don’cha think?” you’re glimpsing at yourself in the mirror, adjusting a strap here, plucking at the fabric that sticks to you like second skin. he hums, feeling foolish for envying strips of lace and cotton.

wakatoshi reaches for your hip when you’re in his reach, pulls you to stand between his legs only for you to crawl into his lap. he can feel the heat of you, and if you notice the hardness between his legs you don’t comment on it. you’re nosing at his jaw, and he feels a groan bubbling at the back of his throat when you press your chest to his. nimble fingers tugging at the clasp between your shoulder blades pulls his focus from dragging his lips along the dips of your collarbone. when a large hand closes over yours and guides it away from your back, you fix him with a questioning look.

wakatoshi looks up at you through unfairly thick lashes, his mouth at your sternum pushing fire into your chest.

“keep it on, hm?”

☆ — reblogs / comments are super appreciated<3

[rileysluvr]

something really short cause i have nothing else. könig nsfw

just imagine a situation where you’re forced to sit on könig’s lap because there’s less room than needed on the small military aircraft due to a field emergency, so you opt for his space because he’s the closest person to you out of the bunch and not to mention the largest, kindest, most comfortable looking one. he’s so hesitant at first but it’s all kept internal because he could never say no to you, let alone stand to watch you on another man’s lap for the next two hours. he begins to question if he prioritized the correct things, however, when he ultimately fails at suppressing his hard-on after just barely managing for the first half hour of the flight.

you feel his dick practically digging into your ass through the multiple layers of cargo pants, and he knows his prayers for discretion have gone unanswered when you adjust your hips against his lap. the feel of it surprises you—you want to laugh, why now?—but the entire concept of it does not come as a shock; it only nourishes the given cockiness in you. you’d have to be a blind mutt not to notice the way he looks at you, shying away when he thinks you’ve caught him staring. silly guy. the hood doesn’t hide all, könig.

“scheiße, du schweinehund,” he breathes defeatedly to himself, eyes squeezed shut in humility. he’s the only mutt here, really. he can’t imagine how pink his cheeks have gone, except for the fact that they feel like they’ve been repeatedly grazed by a blowtorch you hold. he musters up a straight voice, yet his words just barely break past a whisper; “…forgive me.” he grits his teeth and bites his tongue, “gott—i am not in the correct headspace right now, i-i am so sorry.”

you giggle that same laugh that had his knees threatening to buckle in on most days. “it’s okay, könig, really,” you tell him, so convincing and so sweet that he has no choice but to believe it to be true. still, he’s beyond mortified. you hum after a few seconds, “more than okay.” he sucks in a sharp breath. you don’t need to see him to know what sort of affect you’re having on him, arms crossed over your chest while his are unsteady and sweaty at his sides. he’s so awkward, it’s adorable.

like this, you can truly absorb all of him like you never could on an average day; he’s soft spoken off the field and with a deeper drawl, and far more reserved. that manly, post-mission musk of his, apparent through the close proximity, is only insanely attractive. and he’s just so. fucking. big. you lean further back against his frame, head resting on his broad shoulder, and you can feel his heart beating at his ribs against your upper back. with everyone else chatting amongst themselves or already deep into their sleep, you wouldn’t mind teasing him a bit.

“i actually think it’s really cute,” you add, with another slight of a giggle, of course. “and hot.” you bite and bite and he groans so lowly every time, something almost of a broken whimper, you’d say. you wiggle your hips a bit, not terribly noticeable to the outside world but he swears your every action comes with a bite of an aphrodisiac. you smirk and he hears it, right past the nonchalance in your voice; “and quite impressive, i’d say.”

you hear a whine die in his throat—it’s fucking whorish, and needy—along with another swear, and in an instant, you’ve made up your mind to take him out of the public eye once you land and show him just how impressive he really is.

[anantaru]

SWEET AND SOFT — WRIOTHESLEY

you know wriothesley won't let you get out of bed, he was insatiable and couldn't take his eyes off you. wc 700

・✶ ｡ warnings — lazy morning sex, clingy wriothesley, fem! reader

"‘m-more, just a little more," wriothesley whispers and offers you a suspiciously cheeky grin. although he was seemingly still fatigued due to the fact that he has just woken up, something else was quite persistent when creeping up on him, more so pestering his limbs and muscles until he's flushed, a pitch of lust pursuing his glazed eyes.

with pleasure, he continues and rests his head against the crook of your neck so he could lazily circle his arms across your waist from behind. the sudden bolt of electricity that crawled through your nervous system was enough to make you lean into his touch before you quiver into his strong grip, something hard and throbbing grazing against the plush of your ass as your slow breathing becomes a little faster.

"mhm, you're so insatiable baby," you giggle, delightfully as you feel his muscular body press against you when your boyfriend smears a couple wet kisses on the crook of your neck, the thrill of him being so content with your frame was igniting something deep within your chest.

as it was, your boyfriend really was insatiable, he's truly unbelievable! but so were you unarguably desiring of him touching you on all the saccharine coated places.

with a quick, single movement of his fingers curling into the waistband of your underwear, wriothesley drags the fabric down and leaves it draped around your knees before he does the same to his boxers, at last freeing his painful erection as he presses it in between the fat of your ass, feeling your silky flesh welcome him dearly.

he really cannot wait any longer— it's a given that he has to act now, because you turn him so utterly mindless with each and every moan slipping past your plump lips, breaking into a million pieces and when you begin to grind your ass back— oh well, he was done for.

wriothesley continues and wraps one hand across your upper chest as the other strokes his dripping cock up and down, slow and lustfully up and down, up and down while smearing the pre over his shaft.

his face was still nuzzled in your neck when he targets your skin, biting and suckling all over the flesh as you arch your back away from him only for your boyfriend to harshly press you against his chest again, parting your legs a little so he could slide himself in perfectly fine.

"there we go, that's better, don't you think, hm?" the duke sighs, dreamily as his voice shakes when you mould your walls around his thudding shaft, your crushing heaves and silent sobs driven by lust as he notices how your body was slightly struggling to take him, all of him— he's so big and the usual morning cold dies down when you quiver at his teeth mercilessly grazing along your skin as he rocks himself into the warm cradle of your walls.

the helpless clamp of your pussy was to die for, it feels like you pull him in with one single throb of your cunt until his entire length was buried in you, your silky walls battering your slick along his cock when he sinks himself deeper, your hole forcing him inside for more, more and milking him so sweetly, so perfect that it almost brings him to tears.

not to mention those sweet, little pleas of yours— they might be his utter favorite after all, and your boyfriend just needs to listen to them over and over until he can pump you full of his gift, with his erection rutting through the sore constriction of your hole so mercilessly that you're shaking, shoving your head back so hard that your back arches through his strong grip.

you just need him so bad that you feel hot crystallines pearl at your lashes— and the duke knows, he always did, never faltering nor losing the strong chains of thrusts he targets your sex with as he purrs deeply against your ear— that being the last puzzle piece that made you spiral into a hot daze.

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[onlyswan]

i’m back to give you my iw!couple brain rot 🤲, please handle with care.

but !! imagine jungkook and oc doing that “see how long we can go without kissing” challenge !! how would fold first? they’re both so competitive but smitten it makes me conflicted. 😣😣

knowing them, jungkook would be twitching his eye just from the thought of being deprived kissies so would oc give in first to let him win? or would jungkook just take what’s his?? 🤔

imagine oc being a blushing mess from staring at jungkook’s face for too long 😵‍💫 THEYRE SO CUTE I CANT THINK STRAIGHT😭🫶

summary: in which jungkook is twenty-six years old and yet… you still give him butterflies.

idol!jk x reader, established relationship / word count: 0.7k

content/warnings: sexual tension, making out, it’s honestly just them fighting over who gets to be on top

> in which masterlist!

note: hehe hi anonie… sorry… i kindaaa got carried away… i had to write out the thing or else i would’ve gone insane just talking about it <3 (written with love and care) <3

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“i don’t understand this challenge.”

“me neither,”

jungkook remains in a hypnotic-like trance, doe eyes trained to your lips stained with a lighter shade of mixed red and brown.

“we’re this close and we can’t kiss…? this is absurd.”

“do they actually do this in bed? with someone on top?” you chuckle as you coyly twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. “i don’t think so?”

“i don’t know. i just wanted you to be comfortable.” he teasingly brushes his nose against yours, and the air in your lungs becomes suspended. “since, you know, we’ll be here a while.”

“oh wow. bringing me to bed, really? you’re that confident?”

he cockily raises an eyebrow. “hm, we both know you won’t be able to resist me here. you’re all over me all the time.”

you try not to roll your eyes in annoyance. and you also both know that you’re just as competitive, if not more.

“oh my god, you,” you mumble. the calm of your voice contrasts the aggressive push of your hand against your boyfriend’s naked chest. “and your stupid arrogance and your stupid need to flaunt your stupid hot body.”

in the blink of an eye, jungkook finds you stradding him, and himself, trapped underneath your body. he blinks in disbelief, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“this is dirty.”

you remove his glasses, moving it aside without care. “that’s just your mind.”

okay, perhaps bringing you to bed was a bad idea.

you lean down, slowly, close and then closer— it’s quite ridiculous that he’s nervous as if he doesn’t know what is bound to happen next: he’s thoroughly convinced that you’re going to kiss him.

once he feels your lips ghost over his, mere millimeters away, his eyelids flutter shut.

terrible idea. terrible.

the kiss, much to his disappointment, never happens.

he opens his eyes and your face is suddenly tucked in the space between his neck and shoulders, giggling and shaking and positively amused.

he turns away and squeezes his eyes shut. a painful admit of defeat against your infinite allure. “ah, i’m fucked.”

“we’ll get there later,” you lift your head, tilting his chin to face you.

you smile and scoot closer. so close that your bottom lips grazes his. he fails to remember the last time the two of you touched as chastely, as softly, but it felt like accidentally touching a live wire. he gets a funny feeling in his stomach. butterflies…? he’s twenty-six years old. he must be losing his mind.

“after you lose.”

“that’s not happening, baby.”

“yes, it will.”

“i won’t give up so easily.”

you give him an innocent look. “but i really think you will.”

you stare at each other for a little while, anticipating the other’s next move.

“fuck- yeah, okay-” he grits his teeth, taking advantage of his strength to finally flip back your positions. you’ve had your fun. “you’re right.”

“babe! ru-”

your surprised gasp is cut off by jungkook’s lips crashing on yours— curved into a smirk, you can feel it. your whines are muffled and swallowed by him, wrists caught in his hands and over your head because you were hitting his shoulder and he just wanted to kiss his baby properly.

“you lost,” you remark quietly when he draws back, only inches away, to scatter kisses along your face and down to your neck.

it tickles, you squirm in pleasure when he reaches near your collarbone, but your hands are still tied.

you were supposed to have him underneath you as a hot and flustered mess, not the other way around. damn it.

“really?” he feigns interest, lips finding their way back to yours. “doesn’t feel like it.”

[urhoneycombwitch]

eddie who's cynical and grumpy only because he hasn't had proper aftercare. most people just roll over or leave when they're done and those that do stay to cuddle, it's Eddie holding them and never the other way around. He doesn't want to admit that it makes him feel dissatisfied afterwards, like the sex wasn't even worth it, because he got laid, that's the point, why complain? But there's just something... missing (and I figure aftercare wasn't as talked about in the 80s so he isn't really too sure what that something is)

Until a night with reader where they have absolutely mind-blowing sex, parting with heavy breaths and as Eddie's heart rate starts to slow back down to normal again, he's waiting for reader to grab their clothes, roll over on their side, something that breaks the connection and makes his heart drop. But they don't, reaching out a weak hand (because they're sluggish waiting for their soul to return to their body) to rub his arm. A gentle back and forth, which feels nice, but Eddie's suspicious. What is this, why are they doing it, and why does it feel good?

And then, "Can I play with your hair?" (from the muse prompt lol) and he's agreeing with a shrug and when reader starts to card their fingers through his curls and massage his scalp, Eddie melts. It's like a whole brain recalibration. His icy heart getting thawed out just because someone made sure to take care of him too. And if reader wakes up earlier in the morning just to ask how he likes his eggs? Eddie's already decided that he's gotta lock them down.

+18 mdni

cw: p in v sex, cockwarming

It’s you tipping over the edge into orgasm, choking his cock with your velvet walls, soft whine spilling from the back of your throat, that takes Eddie with you.

As he comes, he burrows his face into your neck. Your hands reach for his skull to draw him closer, and he unintentionally bites down a bit too hard on the soft skin of your neck.

You let out a gasp, fingers seizing in his hair, and he’s quick to pull his mouth up, kissing and soothing over the spot he’s left with his teeth.

“Shit, sorry, sweetheart,” he pants, the affection slipping out despite himself.

“It’s’okay,” you mumble out in one word, limbs going to putty, hands extricating themselves from his hair.

Eddie rises to his elbows and moves to gingerly pull out but you stop him, fingers flying up to dig into the meat of his biceps.

“Wait, can you- will you just stay in? For a little bit?”

You’re not kidding, he can tell- you’ve got a wounded puppy look that he’s dying to change. Eddie sinks slowly back into you, rotates his hips a bit so you take less of his weight, and settles his head on your collarbone.

A big, dreamy sigh, from you- like you’re perfectly content because of how close Eddie is.

His eyes flutter shut when you begin tracing light lines with the pads of your fingers over his bare back.

“What’cha doin’?” Eddie murmurs into the skin of your sternum.

Up his spine, circling under the curtain of hair against his neck, down the spine again; looping and rhythmic. Your hands don’t slow as you whisper “Lovin’ on you, weirdo. Hush.”

You can feel the well of his dimples against your skin as he smiles.

“Can I play with your hair?” you ask quietly, and before he’s even finished nodding you’ve got both hands winding into his dark locks.

You start gentle, thumbs at his temples, light touches against his scalp, but when your hands find the roots you give a short but hard tug.

The little flash of pain goes straight to his dick, and he bucks into you with a low groan, half filled-out already.

“You gonna give me another pretty mark to look at?” you purr.

Eddie lifts his head from your chest and grazes his teeth into the opposing side of your neck just below your ear, in tandem with a sharp snap of his hips.

He catches your clit beneath his thumb and grins wicked when you moan, pulling up again to look down at you as he says, “Gimme another one of your pretty orgasms and we’ve got a deal.”

[bokutosbiceps]

bodyguard boyfriend

eustass kid/monkey d luffy/roronoa zoro/trafalgar d water law/vinsmoke sanji x gn!reader | fluff | ~900 words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit, cursing

a/n: okay, this was heavily inspired by @pileofmush because she wrote such a beautiful match up for me + zoro that i started to think about how some of my fav boys would be protective over their s/o !! this is more comedic than romantic but i had such a good time writing it :3

18+ MDNI

eustass kid isn't afraid to straight up tell someone to fuck off. he’ll sneer at them through gritted teeth as he stands behind you, keeping a protective hand on the small of your back. if that alone is not enough to send anyone in a twenty foot vicinity scurrying away, he'll approach whoever has their eyes set on you.

“what the fuck do you think you're looking at?” kid will cross his arms and make himself look bigger, which really isn't necessary with his nearly seven foot frame. “get lost, you piece of shit, or i'll make you regret it.”

if this person isn't stupid, they'll immediately obey and never show their face around you again.

you're always oblivious to others’ attention, though, since kid takes care of it so quickly.

“where'd you go?” you’d ask, looking over your shoulder as kid returned to you.

“nowhere, doll, nothin’ to worry about.” he’d say gruffly before assuming his rightful place next to you and draping an arm over your shoulders.

monkey d luffy doesn't ever get jealous! he doesn't mind if you talk to other people who may or may not be attractive to you, and he doesn't mind if people blatantly hit on you. it's not like he’d ever really pick up on the fact that someone's flirting with you, anyway.

there are times when he becomes protective, though, and that is if someone is harassing you relentlessly, despite your attempts to free yourself from the situation. 

he’ll place himself between you and the assailant, his arms outstretched as he herds you behind him. all he has to do is glare at them, and the cheerful boy who'd been by your side is quickly replaced by your strong and capable boyfriend, who’d fight the gods themselves to keep you safe and sound.

“leave ‘em alone.” he'd say lowly, and that's the only thing he’d have to do. afterwards, he'd wrap his limbs all the way around you and rub his cheek against yours, speaking to you in a soft voice but with a huge grin on his face to try and cheer you up.

“you doin’ okay? i got rid of ‘em for ya. you'll never hafta worry about ‘em again!”

roronoa zoro is hyper aware of all of his surroundings. every time you're in public, he notices anyone and everyone who happens to even look in your direction. you'd never know it, though, since he's always good at keeping his cool and aloof in most situations.

“i don’ like the way that person is lookin’ atcha.” zoro would grunt, keeping one hand on his swords and the other wrapped around your waist, fingers pressing into your skin.

“ro, there's no one looking at me. calm down.” you'd say with a chuckle. “be my boyfriend, not my guard dog.”

he'd narrow his eyes at you, a very subtle frown grazing his lips, but he'd comply nonetheless. you're right, after all, there's nothing to worry about. 

so he'd just resort to being glued to your backside, hands on your hips and head on a swivel, glaring daggers at this person until they slink away. once they're gone, he'd smirk and huff a satisfied chuckle, letting himself relax as he rests his head in the crook of your neck and closes his eyes. yeah, he's not too worried about it.

trafalgar d water law doesn't typically get jealous. if he does, he'll hold it in his heart and let it weigh heavy on his chest and just send death wishes to whoever is taking your attention away at the moment. it's very easy for him to get you out of these situations, though. he doesn't really want to deal with conflict, he's too tired for that shit. so he has a very simple solution.

he’ll approach you and the unwelcome stranger, sighing and taking his hands out of his pockets.

“room.” law raises his hand, sending a devious smirk from underneath his cap toward the stranger. “shambles.”

and then the stranger would be gone, simple as that.

you'd turn to law with an exasperated look. “you just can't help yourself can you?”

he would just exhale a chuckle and pull you close with one arm, not saying a word.

vinsmoke sanji becomes aggressively aware immediately after anyone of the opposite sex expresses even the most minute amount of interest in you. it could be a smile that looks just a little to friendly or a glance that lasts a little too long, he's on it.

he won't let you notice, though. he'll keep his loving and cheerful demeanor, speaking to you in a sweet voice and continuing to call you by your pet name whenever you speak to him. but he's going to be stalking around you, blocking the pursuer’s line of sight with his body while keeping his hands on your hips.

“i’ll be right back, darling!” he’d tilt your chin up to place a sweet kiss to your lips before quickly approaching the stranger and grabbing them by their collar, dragging them out of the area. 

he wouldn't physically harm them, but he'd shove them against a wall and threaten the fuck out of them. “if you ever so much as look at my precious y/n-chan again, i will personally deliver you to hell.”

then he'd be off, running back to your arms with such zest and sweet excitement!

taglist: @kingofthe-egirls @chopperwithouthishat @usoppsstar + mush but she's already tagged lolol

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

"Let Me Fuck Out my Frustration."

♡♡-Request: Frustrated Wriothesley. Does his best to rid himself of it, but when boxing doesn't work, he turns to you. His cute lover.

Content: fem!reader, rough sex, biting, blood, spanking, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex, pussy eating, cum inside, bruises, almost 900 words, reader gives consent, little prep (he eats you out but no fingering), commanding, messy

Wriothesley liked his job. He felt it suited him. But today? It was annoying and frustrating him to no end. The intimates, for some fucking reason, really wanted to test his buttons. Most likely something to do with some new inmates. They stirred up trouble as soon as they walked through the door. Usually, he could handle it. They'd fall into line, but they didn't. 

Frustration boiled in his veins, which is how he found himself in the ring. 

Hands taped, sweat coating every inch of his body as he continuously punched the bag. Over and over. Grunting with each thrust of his fist, leaving the bag to swing before he punched it again. But it didn't help. In fact, it only made him more frustrated. He thought about asking someone to spar, but didn't want to hurt them in the process. He wiped the sweat lining his brow with the back of his arm, giving a rough sniff. He needed another outlet. 

The squeaking of the door caught his attention, your cute self walking through the door.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you. They said you were in here."

He watched you slip under the rope, the subtle bounce of your tits as you stood back up. Another outlet, it seemed he found it. 

"Are you okay? You usually only come here when-woah!" He heard you squeak, his arms hooking under your pretty thighs as he lifted you. "Wrio-wait, what's-are you okay? I've never-ah!' He sunk his teeth into the juncture of your neck, biting so rough that he started to taste the bitter copper of your blood. Your hands dug into his shoulder in return, gasping as he let go. Moving to another patch of skin, "Frustrated. Gonna fuck you to get rid of it. Objections?" He breathed heavily through his nose, waiting for your consent. And when you gave it, he bit into your skin again. 

His dick twitching as he heard you yelp, his hands squeezed your thighs so hard his hand prints were left molded into your skin. Bruises formed but he paid them no mind. Moving his teeth to yet another patch of unscathed skin as he bit down, blood trickling down your shoulder into your shirt. "Wrio…" you sighed out, hissing when you felt his teeth graze against you once more. And in the next minute, he was leaning you against the ropes, hands tearing at your clothes and his own. Hoisting you up once more, resting your thighs on his shoulders. Wriothesley immediately dove into your cunt, lapping like a starved wolf. His fingers kneaded the flesh of your ass, pressing so hard he left bruises there too. 

He ate you until your cunt was sopping wet and ready for him to fuck you until his blood stopped boiling. 

Without wasting any time, he slid you down his thick-muscled body. Stopping you just short of his bulbous, leaking tip pressed at your entrance. His eyes scanned your face, looking for any hesitancy and when he saw none, he speared you quite quickly on his length. Your pussy took roughly half before he met resistance, pulling out to push once more. Repeating this process until he was fully seated inside you, fucking roughly up into your drooling sex. Huffing and groaning each time he felt you clamp down on him. 

"So fucking angry," he spit. Leaning forward to take your nipple into his mouth. Teasing his teeth around it, biting down until teeth marks were left. Only to slide his tongue around the wound. 

"Wrio-ah, what's…what's wrong-" you gasped, tits bouncing abruptly from the force in which he was fucking you. The rope behind dug into your back, creating a burning sensation each time you rubbed against it. "Shut up, just fucking take this cock. Do as I say," his hand pulled back, landing a harsh smack to your ass. "Yeah, like this. Use that pretty little head of yours and listen-fuck." He could slowly feel the tension being drained out of him the sharper his thrusts were. "You better make a fucking mess on this cock or I swear-" He choked on a groan, head falling forward as he continued. Nipping at your flesh, hand smacking your ass. Your body was covered in bruises, bite marks, and the red swell of his smacks. 

Wriothesley could feel his balls draw up, ready to fill you up any second. 

"Better fucking make a mess, do it. Now. Cream all over this cock." He punctuated each word in time with his thrusts, leaving you a babbling mess as your body spasmed. Your pussy contracting as you came all over him, whining loudly as he continued to fuck into your overstimulated cunt. "That's a good girl, thats a good fucking girl-gonna make me cum-fuck." His hips stilled, length pulsating as he came inside you. Hot ropes of sticky cum painted your insides. 

You both fell to the floor, his softening dick still inside you as he laid against your marked breasts. "Feel better?" You asked, still out of breath as you barely managed to raise your hand to pet his hair. 

"Yeah, much." He mumbled.

Navigation.

[winkwonkwankwenk]

I love how you write Alastor! Maybe you could write more about the first time he eats reader out? x

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.1k

SFW/NSFW

Your boyfriend is such a clingy lightweight. At least that's what you thought-

He can't hold liquor.

He knows he's a bit of a lightweight which is why he never joins drinking games with everyone. He was going to stay out of tonight's game too but then he saw you talking to Lucifer, his stare a bit too focused on your face. He marched over and they ended up playing beer pong.

"Shimmy shimmy yay, simmy yah~" He was slumped over the bar by his second cup, staticy voice gone and replaced with his slurred singing. "Swalla-la-la~"

You end up being the one to drag him to his room, his arm around your shoulder as if he isn't two feet taller than you. He wasn't super drunk, just a little tipsy and loving the attention you were giving him. You even started to think he's faking how inebriated he was but when you tried letting go he almost fell over. He can't stop laughing, that eerie giggle he does when he's up to no good echoing in the halls. He had already started sobering up, but he wanted to hold onto the liquid courage before it disappeared completely.

"Let's begin~" He whispers in your ear, humming. "I'm gonna make you take this twelve inch dick~"

"Al, you're going to bed." you force yourself not to laugh, "How'd you get your cup mixed with Angels? There's no telling what you just had."

You stumble into his room, laying him down as gently as you can but he's a heavy deer despite his slender appearance. He pulls you down with him, refusing to let go so you can't even close the door. You groan and give up, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck. You shiver when his tongue flicks against your skin, squirming when it trails up to your ear.

"Quit it, Al, please-"

"What's the matter, hm? Did you really think I wouldn't notice." His teeth graze your neck before sinking down, making you gasp. "You've been shying away from me all week...and I couldn't figure out why until yesterday."

Yesterday? What were you doing yesterday?! You can't think straight when he kisses you, melting in his arms. He's so impatient, pushing his tongue into your mouth and groaning when your lips suck it. Your eyes widen when he slides over you, albeit hesitantly. It's strange seeing him nervous, so focused. He pauses, beige skin flushing until it matches his hair. He hides his face in your neck again, fingers intertwining with yours.

"What's wrong?" You kiss his forehead, smiling when his ears perk up.

"I want to taste you, Darling." His eyes narrow when he says it, as if his words aren't his. He won't look you in the eyes, his voice low. "More than just your mouth. I want to touch you too...it's a strange feeling."

"Al..." You're breathless, gulping quietly. "We should wait until morning-"

"I've waited long enough." He grumbles, nudging your legs apart with a firm hand. "If you don't want this as desperately as I do, then I'll stop. Tell me to stop."

You can't, because you've also waited too long. You know you're his first everything, and you've always been quiet about your needs because you didn't want to pressure him- you were just going to wait for it to happen. Well, now it was. You gasp as his kisses get sloppy, his tongue tracing your teeth. He rips your skirt apart, fabric shredded and raining down like confetti as he slides two thick long fingers into you. He's mimicking how he's seen you touch yourself, thrusting his fingers in and out, watching your juices trickle from your needy little cunt. How were you even taking his fingers with such a tiny hole? Your hands clench in his shirt, thumbs pressing on the buttons as his circles your clit. Your friends can probably hear you downstairs, crying out when he jabs your sweet spot and all of those babbled pleas.

"I know you've been having fun without me. Why?" He murmurs against your mouth, "Touching yourself as if I can't."

"I d-didn't want to-fuck~ bother you." You manage to whine, taking sharp breaths as he tugs your hair. "Al~!"

"Bother me? Darling, you could never do that." His nose is pressed under your neck, tongue tracing it. "From now on, let's have fun together. How does that sound, hm?"

You nod, shaky and squeezing his shoulders as he spreads his fingers and stretches you open. The noises leaving your lips are embarrassing, so much so that you purse your lips together. His eyes narrow and he curls his fingers, pushing that button that makes you scream his name. Your vision blurs, low buzz filling your foggy mind as your orgasm crashes over you. Drowning, you're gasping like you've been underwater for eons. He doesn't even give you a moment to recover before sliding down and slipping his head between your legs.

"Al, wait- mmh~!" Your hips arch up as his tongue digs inside of you, hands curling in the sheets.

You're sweet, soft around his tongue. He holds you down by your thighs, squeezing when you shudder and slurping loudly. The door is still open, you have to at least try to be quiet but you can't when he's rubbing his nose between your folds. You muffle yourself with a pillow, wrapping it across your face as you mewl. His tongue is wide, long, sticking to your walls apart and stroking where you can never reach when you're alone. The pillow is snatched away from you by a dark tentacle, more of them wrapping around your lips and forcing you to stay still.

"I'm trying to pleasure you and you're hiding from me?" He looks up at you, flicking your clit. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N-No, please-"

"Then watch me, Darling." He rasps before diving back in, tongue swimming around your insides.

He's smirking, taunting you as he devours you. Your back arches, eyes rolling back as he sucks around your hole, thrusting his tongue in and out of you and gulping down every drop of your juices. He's staring straight up at you, tentacles tightening around your arms and legs when you dare squirming. They're going to leave a bruise at this point, you'll be walking around with rings on your skin. He doesn't stop until you're on the verge of passing out, face tear streaked from all the orgasms and voice hoarse. He laps up your cunt until it's clean, biting your inner thighs until his toothmarks are indented deep into your skin.

"Did you enjoy the show, Darling?"

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[recklessmatt]

nsfw alphabet - c.s ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i feel like chris would be really sweet and make sure you’re comfortable and would probably have a basket of snacks hidden in his closet ready to bust it out for moments like these

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on the lowkey, he kinda loves his arms. he loves when you grab onto them when you guys are FUCKING and he notices your eyes tend to linger a little longer when his veins pop out

the man LOVES your ass, he’s taking every opportunity to smack it, grope it, bite it, and he loves when you sit on his lap sigh.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

chris loves cumming inside of you, just seeing it leak out of you makes him go feral. but if he’s hitting it from behind, he’ll cum on your ass, i mean, he is an ass man. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he lowkey lovesss when you use a vibrator on him. it makes him more sensitive and when he finishes it feels soooo good for him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he definitely has had at least 1 body, maybe even 2. he’s not an expert in sex but he does know enough to get you going. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy. no further explanation. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i’d like to think he’s more serious when it comes down to it, but afterwards he’s back to being his goofy self like with a flip of a switch

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he likes to keep it well trimmed but not bald bc he just feels too exposed

he also does NOT GIVE A FUCK about what you do, i mean if the jungle has to be explored then it has to be explored yfm

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

chris is a really sweet guy but he loves to praise and degrade you lowkey saying some shit like “you’re such a pretty whore for my cock baby” AHHHHHH

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

chris jacks off regularly, but it’s just because it’s grown into a habit for him and when does jack off it’s because you tease him by sending risky pics and dirty text him. he loves going through all the videos and pics in his hidden folder

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

chris loves marking and having you bite him, whenever he feels your teeth grazing on him he goes harder on you, it literally sends him into overdrive

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

chris has a lot of favorite places but the shower really gets him because it’s all steamy and hot and your naked wet bodies just rubbing all up on each other plus it’s easy to clean up.  

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you. anything you do turns him on, even when you’re not trying to. but secretly when you’re wearing a miniskirt it does the trick

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never do pegging

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

chris LOVES receiving, he loves watching you take him whole, gagging on him, he loves to cum all over you and fuck your face, it boosts his ego

but when chris is giving you know damn well he’s tongue fucking you or sucking your clit while he fingers you, he’s very skilled with his mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the night but fast and rough is chris’ favorite way to get you off but he will go slow and deep to tease you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

chris loves quickies, anywhere, anytime, you just gotta give him a certain look and he’s like alright yup. OR if you’re just lookin extra good, he’s already dragging you to a secluded area

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

bye this man loves risky things, he’s very experimental and is willing to do whatever you’d like to do (within reason ofc)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i feel like chris can go for a long time bc he’s ju​st so horny, but i also feel like he’d tap out at 2.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i wouldn’t be surprised if he owns a pocket pussy

like i said, if you got a vibrator, he loves when you use it on him and he would most definitely use it on you. but chris gets jealous of your dildos because why would you use it when he’s right there?.?.? like hellooooo

i also think he would love to use those vibrators that he can control through his phone so he can see you squirm to hold it in together in public

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

okay so chris LOVES to tease you, he just loves running his hands all over your body and avoiding the place where you really need, but if you do it back to him he’s just a whining mess. you’re gonna need to put him in handcuffs to restrain him. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

chris does yap im not gonna lie, but it is a lot of dirty talk. lots of groans and dirty talks. if you are taking control though he will let out a couple whines and whimpers. HE WOULD MOST DEFINITELY SAY SOME SHIT LIKE “yeah baby?” “you’re doing so good for me” “damn ma you're so tight”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

DEALER!CHRIS

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

oh bro is big, im like 90% sure. i feel like he’s a good size to stretch you out and fill you up perfectly tho.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

honestly, chris has so much horniness built in him, he’s just always down to fuck. you could literally be at someone’s wedding and the moment you give him the eyes, he’s telling you to meet him in the bathroom.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

bro will knock out so quick. i mean of course he’s gonna ask you if you need anything and take care of you, but after he’s out that shower, bro is schlumped, good luck waking him up babes

MATT VERSION

author's note: hiii i made this quick lil headcanon(?) if that's what you call it but i haven't written anything for chris yet so here's something small while i work on an actual chris fic enjoy sexies mwah <3

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