#i want to hold his face in my hands and kiss all over his pretty face while listing reasons i love him

[illyrianbitch]

Pretty Little Shadowsinger

Pairing: Reader x Azriel

Summary: Based off this request: I want something silly, like there’s just no explanation given. Cassian walks in on reader dressing Az in one of her dresses or something and Cassian is just like 👈🧍‍♂️😳😏😍

Warnings: fluff, just them all being a lil silly, az in a dress, mentions of boobies and swearing

Word Count: 1.3k

a/n: me making "drabbles" over 1k, also not fully edited so squint at any mistakes and pretend they arent there <3

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“Oh my gods,” you gushed, bringing your hands up to your face. “Look at you. Such a pretty little shadowsinger.”

Azriel tried to maintain his usual stone-faced demeanor, but a faint blush crept onto his cheeks despite his best efforts. He was suppressing back a smile, too. Not because he particularly loved the situation he was in, but because of how giddy you had been for the past hour as you shoved him in many of your countless dresses. The one he wore now was itchy and uncomfortably loose, and he felt a draft that he wasn't accustomed to. But he endured it, solely because of the joy it brought you.

Azriel raised an eyebrow skeptically, his lips twitching with the effort not to smile. “Uh huh.”

"Aw, c'mon," you insisted, stepping closer to him. "It really brings out your figure."

You maneuvered yourself between his wings, wrapping your arms around his torso and guiding him to look at the mirror. Balancing yourself on your tiptoes, you peeked over his shoulder to make eye contact with him. His shadows followed the movement, a dark mass now clustered above his other shoulder as if they, too, were watching in amusement.

He glanced at his reflection with a scrunched face. He’d seen this dress on you multiple times, had complimented you on the beautiful blue of it— one that perfectly matched his siphons. Had even ripped it off after events in an attempt to ravage you as soon as he could— that later fact felt slightly strange now considering he was the one wearing it. The dress in front of him, however, was quite frankly the ugliest thing he’d ever seen. Azriel realized now, more than ever, that the female truly did make the dress. But then again, you were the most gorgeous female in Prythian, so why was he so surprised that you made everything else just as beautiful?

"Should I be concerned I fit into this?"

You let out a small laugh, tightening your hold around his waist.

"You've always had a dainty ballerina waist, babe," you teased, watching as he rolled his eyes playfully in response, a small smile forming at the edges of his mouth.

Azriel turned his head to look down at you over his shoulder. “Thanks.”

"But don't worry.” You gave him another little squeeze. “It doesn't zip up in the back. Your boobs are too big," you added, your hands moving to jokingly squeeze his pecs.

Azriel scoffed lightly and lifted your hands off him, turning around to face you. He struggled for a moment as the fabric of the dress moved around his heavy boots and you bit your lip to suppress your laughter at the movement.

His eyes met yours as he finally faced you, gently holding your hands in his, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Shadows curled around where your hands met, cool and light. "Alright, those are muscles," he remarked teasingly. "Pecs."

You nodded, scrunching your nose playfully. "Uh-uh.”

"Real big, tough muscles," he continued, emphasizing his point. He leaned in closer to you.

"Boobs," you interjected with a grin. The face Azriel wore, now, could almost be interpreted as one of unamusement had it not been for the glint in his eyes and the subtle upturn of his lips.

He shook his head with a soft laugh. "What am I going to do with you?"

You pretended to contemplate for a moment, looking away in exaggerated thought. "Hmmm… maybe kiss me?"

Azriel’s eyes softened, a dimpled smile appearing on his face. “I can do that.”

He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips, the moment melting away in the warmth of his mouth, in the way that your eyes shuttered closed. You let out a hum of delight.

Too caught up in the moment, you both failed to hear the sound of your door opening until it was far too late.

"Hey guys, have you seen—" Cassian's voice trailed off as he stepped inside, taking in the view before him.

It was Azriel who pulled apart first, neck snapping to face his brother at a speed so fast you barely blinked. You, however, opted to slowly turn to look at him, already preparing yourself for the look on his face.

“What-” Cassian paused, face falling into a confused scowl. He rebalanced himself, putting his weight on his other leg. He moved again as he placed his hands on his hips. Then once more, as he pointed towards Azriel with a lazy finger. “Whats, uh, whats going on here?”

“Get out,” was Azriels only reply.

Cassian pursed his lips, eyes narrowing at his brother. His gaze flickered to you for a moment, taking in your tightly pressed lips, clearly containing a laugh, and then he looked back at Azriel.

"Nice dress, loser, but I don't think you have the right amount of cleavage to pull it off.”

A low growl rumbled in Azriel's chest as he rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

You wondered if the growl was a reaction of embarrassment from your mate or if it was in response to Cassian alluding to your own cleavage. Both answers made you want to laugh.

But Cassian only grinned, a large amused smile— one that said he was just starting his strange, annoying torment. You sighed, mouth falling open into a smile despite your best efforts.

"Cass,” you said, bringing his attention to you. “You can't just barge into my room. What if we were naked? Right in the middle of having sex? Hmm?"

A hint of playful sarcasm laced your words.

Cassian's smirk widened. "Would've been a lot more normal than this," he responded, earning another eye-roll from Azriel and a snort of laughter from you.

"Get out," Azriel ordered again, his tone firm– and exasperated, almost– as he gestured towards the door.

You couldn't help but notice how Azriel's shadows seemed to shift, now positioned strategically at his chest where the fabric of the dress dipped to expose what would normally be your cleavage. You struggled to contain another laugh.

Cassian ignored him, hands gesturing between the two of you.

“So is this like a kink? Or is Azzie just wanting to get some better fashion sense?”

Azriel stared at him with a clenched jaw at the nickname, tossing and tired glance your way. You met your mates gaze with a small shrug and let out a small breath of amusement.

“Okay, c’mon,” you told Cassian, “He just lost a bet, that's all.”

You grimaced the instant the words came from your mouth, watching as Cassian’s eyes lit up. You looked at Azriel, watching as his face fell slightly. Oh no.

“You-” Cassian began to grin wide. “You lost a bet? To Y/n? You lost a bet, and now you're wearing a dress.”

Azriel tilted his head in warning. “Cassian.”

A second passed. And then Cassian was letting out a loud, boisterous laugh, eyes wide and wild. “Oh my gods.”

“Stop it,” Azriel warned.

It didn’t matter. Cassian instantly turned around, his loud voice echoing throughout the halls. “Az lost a bet! Az lost a bet and he’s wearing a dress! Rhys!”

“Cassian!” Azriel moved to chase after him, only to stumble over the excess fabric of the dress, the silk material wrapping awkwardly around his boots. You bursted into laughter, rushing to his side to help him up and bunch up the fabric to prevent any further struggles.

Your mate grumbled under his breath, words cursing the long dress and his brother. With a sheepish smile, Azriel gathered the dress in his hands and bolted down the hallway, cheeks painted in a dusty pink.

You watched him go, still chuckling at the absurdity of it all. As Azriel disappeared around the corner, still yelling a variety of threats at Cassian, his shadows curled around you and your shoulders.

"He kinda works that dress better than I do, huh?" you remarked to them, quietly enough that the words only filled the air near you.

The shadows seemed to ripple in amusement, as if laughing along with you at the scene.

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i added a lil explanation given cause lets be fr... cassian wouldnt bother az about the dress (hed probably wanna try one on too and nesta would be pissed hes ripping all of hers) but az LOSING at something....mans is never letting that go!!!!!

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permanent tag list 🫶🏻: @rhysandorian @itsswritten @milswrites @lilah-asteria @georgiadixon

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azriel tag list🫶🏻: @thisiskaylin

[midwestprincesss]

never say sorry -sub!art donaldson x fem!reader smut

notes- this was literally supposed to be super short but i got carried away cause i am a whore (and proud of it)

cw- art is a little insecure:( , mentions of him having sex with tashi before (NO TASHI SLANDER I LOVE MY GIRL BUT IT'S FOR THE PLOT😭) , he cums prematurely (like...really..) art's a whiny little slut, art keeps calling reader love ( i got a thing for that pet name sorry y'all) , reader calls art 'artie' once cus it's cute&idc.

thinking about art constantly apologizing while having sex :( like ur unzipping his pants and he's already bucking his hips up into your hand, and then immediately muttering "sorry":(( my babyyy

so at first you think that okay, whatever, it's just something that slips out

but then he does it SO many times that you're actually starting to be concerned

like, you're giving him head and he moans a little too loudly- he's apologizing again. while kissing, you pull back for air and he still follows you, mouth half-open, wanting more - but then he realizes and he apologizes again.

but one time he really caught you off guard-

it had been a long day for him, spending almost all day training for his upcoming match. he barely had any time to rest, so he comes back to his dorm, taking off his shirt and pants, getting into bed with you only with his baby-blue boxer briefs on.

he kisses you. he's so fucking tired, but he still kisses you. 'cause he needs you, especially after the day he just had. you could feel his hard cock, practically begging you to take his boxers off.

"please love, wanna see you" he says while tugging at your top, watery eyes glistening with tears waiting to be spilled.

you take it off and unclasp your bra, little whimpers leaving his lips at the sight of you over him, with your tits out. you would love to take your time with him, really. to hear him beg and plead for you. but he's so eager, and so polite about it too- you just can't do that to him right now. so when you take off his boxers, his cock immediately jumps up, slapping his lower abdomen, right over his strawberry-blond happy trail.

"aww baby, look at you. you're so pretty aren't you?" you smile down at him, admiring how his legs shake slightly at every word you say. "hmm? aren't you?" you repeat. "mmghn- yeah, i- uhh i am" he says, eyes almost rolling back from the lack of touch. "you're what? say it." he sighs. you do this a lot. 'self love is important' you usually tell him- but not now. not when his dick is out, aching and leaking and begging to be touched. but just for the sake of it- just because he wants to please you, he says it. "i'm pretty"

"good boy," you coo, finally bringing a finger down to his cock, only to circle his pink, wet tip. and with that, he loses it. his mind goes blank, and he can't help it- all the waiting, the anticipating made him lose control of his body. he really didn't want to cum, he wanted to be good for you, but you were just so hot, he couldn't hold back. so immediately after his white, thick and warm liquid lands partially on his stomach and a bit on your hand, he starts babbling out apologies.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry love, please don't be mad, please- i'll clean up after myself- oh my god i'm so sorry-" he was so obviously tired, he could barely make up the words, yet he still continued apologizing. until you cut him off.

"art, baby- you dont need to apologize to me! what's up with this" you ask, softly. "you know i love making you feel good. and it's even better when i get feedback like this" you giggle. his cheeks turn bright pink as he covers his face.

"but i literally came the second you touched me" he mumbles, shyly.

you kiss his shoulder, smiling. "and it was hot."

"i- I don't know how to explain it to you, love- i just don't want to disappoint you. tashi used to hate it when i did any of this, she hated hearing me, and stuff like that- sometimes it made me feel like i was an object to her or something, y-you know? she'd get mad at me, and uh- it wasn't great."

"oh." you could actually feel your heart breaking for the boy. he was so sweet, he never deserved any of that. "well i'm not tashi, and i definitely won't get mad at you for anything like that. i like hearing you, and believe it or not, this was really fucking hot. you're letting me know i'm making you feel good. what's wrong with that?"

"just don't wanna upset you." art shrugs.

"i promise you artie, you could never upset me." you peck his lips and he smiles. "now let's clean you up"

[withleeknow]

somewhere only we know.

pairing: ot8 x reader (ot8 in the sense that there's no name mentioned so you can imagine whoever you want) genre/warnings: established relationship, (tooth-rotting??) fluff, half a second of angst if you squint; this is pretty self-indulgent and also i just randomly wanted to write it this way. kinda similar to this but not really word count: 0.6k note: again, imagine whoever you want! mimo is on the cover just for illustrative purposes and also he's my guy so what did you expect from me lol

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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the waterfront on the tail end of a sunset walk. your hand tightly intertwined with his. sharing strawberry tanghulu and tasting the fruity sweetness on each other's lips. neighborhood children rushing by in a hurry to make it home for dinner. 7:12pm, his jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm as dark blue begins its descent for the evening. the wind and her gentle kisses upon your hair. you stop to take a picture of the sunset but he stops to take a picture of you. a rose-colored blush when he tells you you're the beautiful thing he's ever seen. love, love, love. him, the stars shining in his eyes before they have to come out and paint the sky. mismatched footsteps and twin smiles.

the middle of your apartment's entryway, not even making it into the living room. your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist and in your hair. a long trip coming to a stop, a big suitcase abandoned by the door. the scent of his familiar cologne that you've yearned to touch for weeks now. 1:19am, wide awake. somewhere in the world, iris by goo goo dolls is playing on repeat. i missed you's and i love you's and fresh tears. feeling like you could hold him like this for hours until the darkness outside falls away. no more facetiming with seas of distance between you. chests pressed tightly together, no space, all love. sweet nothings whispered right next to your ear. home is where the heart is, and your heart is home.

the park five minutes away from his parents' house. your head on his chest, both of you on a large picnic blanket laid out on green, green grass. his heartbeat under your palm, your mind somewhere up there among the clouds. sleepy and lax under the influence of the sun. 3:29pm, an iced matcha latte and a slice of lemon cheesecake sound absolutely divine right about now. there's an urge to voice that thought, but you know neither of you can be bothered to move. his lips pressed against your forehead, then a tender "i could stay like this forever."

the convenience store just around the corner. a spontaneous snack run in the middle of the night because you were craving sweets. empty streets but your hearts are full hearts. the cashier's ringtone is a song that you both hate. 12:22am, no worries in your head. tomorrow is still the weekend. banana milks and chocolate ice cream. he falls for you all over again when you aren't looking, and tells you "nothing," with a coy smile when you ask why he's staring. time works differently at night, almost like it doesn't seem to pass at all. there's no logical explanation to why you feel like you're on top of the world at midnight in sweatpants; maybe it's just being with him, maybe it's just being in love.

your favorite bar on a rainy evening. the argument was stupid, but it was heated enough for you to storm out. only red on your mind; forgotten weather forecasts and forgotten umbrellas. stubborn and angry and alone. the fight was your fault anyway. 8:18pm, a bottle of soju for company. ignoring his calls and texts when your phone lights up with his name. heavy raindrops loud enough to hear from inside your shelter, heavier heart. the way his face fell when you said what you didn't mean. why did you say that? forty five minutes and the bottle is almost gone. far too tipsy to pay attention to the chime of the bell by the door, but sober enough to recognize his presence when he sits down next to you. his rain-dampened hair and your fragile, wounded pride. the apologies are quiet, uttered into the space between the two of you, only for his ears. forgiveness in the form of gentle fingers holding your own. "it's getting cold," he says. "let's go home."

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[mwahsturns]

📸 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 𝐈𝐓 - MATT STURNⵊOLO

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

Contains: Smut, swearing, A lot of praise, teasing/flirting, pet names (baby, good girl), fingering, Sextape, unprotected sex, Creampie, p in v, overstimulation, spanking, aftercare, fluff. - Semi-proof read! I think that’s all?

Synopsis: you and Matt have been dating for 3 years now and your sex life isn’t vanilla pre say but it isn’t crazy. Matt and his brothers are about to go on tour and unfortunately Matt isn’t allowed to take you this time, So Matt wants something to remember you by.

Word Count: idk?

Author’s notes: a lot of you guys wanted this one so I hope you enjoy it!!

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Me and Matt had finally a day to ourselves, Chris and Nick were sleeping over at a friends house and Matt texted me telling to come over. Me and Matt have been dating for around 3 years now and we never get to have any alone time, he’s going on tour tomorrow and I wanna be able to spend time with him before he goes.

We’re in Matt’s bedroom music softly fulls the room as the passionate make out session takes place. Earned it by the weekend softly plays in the background as Matt pulls away from the kiss, ‘you know how I leave tomorrow right..” he plays with the bottom of my shirt. ‘Yea why?’ My hands creasing his chest as i straddled his lap, ‘what if we tried something different tonight?’ He sounds nervous but Matt never wants to try something new so I’m kinda excited.

‘Of course what is it?’ ‘What if we made a sex tape so while I’m gone we can both have it since we won’t be together..” honestly the thought of him fucking me dumb being on tape makes me fucking soaked. ‘Of course baby I’d love to be able to watch how good you fuck Me’ I get off of him sitting on the bed, I watch as Matt gets up and walks over to his computer picking up the camera he and his brothers use to film, he starts recording smiling as he walks to the edge of the bed.

He grabs my legs pulling me to the edge of the bed the camera basically in my face. As he faces the camera towards me he bites his lip, ‘look at my pretty girl..’ I blush and immediately cover my face with my hands. ‘Matt.. stopp’ he chuckles and zooms the camera in my face and zooms back out, ‘uncover your face’ I uncovered my face smiling as he lifts my chin up. ‘There’s my precious baby’ he puts the camera down back on the desk facing it towards the bed, he picks me up swiftly as he lays me down on the bed hovering over me moving my hair out of my face.

‘God you’re so beautiful my love..’ he says pulling down my Jean shorts showing my blue thong, ‘mmh you wore these for me didn’t you’ he smiles rubbing my legs ‘you like em?’ I tease ‘like is an understatement beautiful.. strip for me’ i sit up and pull off my (his) shirt showing my blue lace bra. I take off my bra and underwear leaving my self bare in front of him and the camera. Matt smirks and grabs the camera showing my bare body, ‘fuck look how beautiful..’ he spreads my legs still holding the camera he shows my soaked pussy.

‘Who got you this wet huh? Tell the camera’ he says showing the camera him running his hand over my vagina. ‘You did..’ I say softly, he gives me that irresistible smirk before slowly moving his fingers towards my soaked pussy and start to rub me in a circular motion. I gasp as he slides a finger into me ‘oh fuck Matt just like that’ Matt smirked again as he said ‘hmm you’re already wet for me mama, good girl’, he says as he takes of his shirt and his pants being low reveals his slurry waist even more. As he smiles and he slides his middle and ring finger right into me causing me to moan and gasp.

‘oh baby..’ he smiles at me as he knows he’s making me feel good ‘ am I making you feel good?’ I moan again as I say ‘y-yes’ as he starts to pump his fingers faster and faster pushing me to my climax ‘Holy fuck Matthew’ he smirks ‘are you gonna cum mama?’ he asked his voice turning me on. As he continued to do his amazing finger work I start to moan very loudly and say ‘oh fuck M-matt ughh’ as my legs starts to shake only little as I release. Matt pumps and shakes his hands up and down making me squeal and moan even louder. ‘Fuck..good girl making such a mess for me’ he smiles kissing my stomach softly as I calm down for the intense pleasure.

‘I’m going to fuck you so good, you won't even remember your own name.’ He says pulling down his sweatpants and boxers his cock springing out hitting his lower stomach. ‘Knees now’ he climbed on the bed and I got on my knees in front of him, as I’m looking up at him he shows the camera me on my knees ‘you look so pretty like this.’ I smile as I jerk him just a little bit before taking him into my mouth full throating him my lip almost touching his sack as I continued. He lets out a groan. The warmth of my mouth causes him to flinch as i continue to suck Matt, I put my hands onto his thighs and pull off putting my mouth on his tip swirling my tongue around his tip before I take all of him back into my mouth, ‘fuck princess your so good to me’ Matt says throwing his head back with a little eye roll.

‘god your such a slut’ he says causing me to moan against him, he grabs my hair into a makeshift ponytail pushing my head farther down. ‘Good fucking girl .. take that dick baby’ I moan pushing my head farther down, my eyes water as I felt the tip hit the back of my throat gagging as I tried to take more.

‘fuck yea choke on my cock.. shit’ Matt starts twitching in my mouth indicating he’s getting closer and I can tell by the tone of his voice and then he says ‘oh fuck.. I’m about to cum’ I then take my mouth off start to jerk his cock ‘fucking hell..’ I take it back into my mouth to swallow the load. ‘Oh shit ..’ Matt grins, his cheeks flushed with pleasure as he watches you swallow his cum and then show off your empty mouth. ‘Damn, you're fucking hot... I could watch that all day.’ He pulls me in for a deep kiss, tasting himself on my lips.

‘Lay down princess..’ I got back on the bed laying down adjusting the pillows, ‘you ready my love?’ I nod feeling him slide in me. ‘Oh my goodness fuck..’ his hips thrusting against yours with more urgency. He kisses down your neck and trails his lips lower, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. ‘I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll see stars, baby’ I moan grabbing the sheets.

‘Hader Matt please..’ this encourages Matt as he hits a new spot in you that makes you instantly scream. ‘Fucking shit your so tight babe’ he unexpectedly pulled out flipping me over, my face smashed into the pillow as he slams back into me. ‘Ughh fuck Matt’ I moaned into the pillow, ‘I’m going to fucking breed you baby..’ he pulls my hair making my back arch as he kisses my shoulder playing with my breasts as the thrusts into me. He roughly smacks my ass making me moan softly ‘again..’ he smirked smacking my ass again ‘such a slut’

‘Matt ima cum..’ he ignores my words letting go of my hair as I fall back into the bed, he goes harder as I let out a scream releasing all over him. That doesn’t stop him though he continues thrusting into me at a very fast pace. ‘Matt please I can’t take it’ I screamed out as I came for second time. He felt my walls tighten around him as I came for the second time. He let out a primal growl of satisfaction and continued his brutal thrusts. With one final push, he released himself inside me, filling me up completely as they both cried out in ecstasy.

I was screaming at this point and his back was all ruined due to my nails he pulled out picking up the camera showing my pussy dripping with our cum mixed together. ‘Such a perfect pussy..’ he takes his fingers and shoved it back into me and finally turning off the camera. He collapsed onto the bed next to Me, both of us panting heavily as our orgasms subsided. He turned to look at me, admiring the sight of his beautiful girlfriend ‘ima clean you up okay?’ I was too tired to speak as Matt comes back with a damp rag cleaning us both off climbing back into bed cuddling me softly.

‘I should let you film it more often huh?’ He chuckles ‘oh definitely’ he says as we drift off to sleep…

Author’s notes: I hope this was good if I missed any errors don’t be afraid to let me know I love y’all so much and hope you have a good day

Taglist: @mattyb4dominicans @sturniololvrrr @norr1ssturni0lo @thc-bolter @va1ent1naa @lanas-doll @sturniolohoe @iluvmattsbeard @m9ttsverse

[xo-cod]

needy reader begging simon to let her sit on his cock when he's doing paperwork and promising she'll be a good girl and not move but ofc she can't and she starts riding him then he bends her over his desk and fucks her senseless🤤😩

lysm hope you're doing well💗

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ah omg i love this i'm sorry i got this so late ilyt babe 🤍🤍

very nsfw/rushed but i can def going into more detail/longer one in another post :) <3

simon who's so cocky because he knows just how needy you become, who intentionally flexes the muscles in his thighs because he loves how flustered you get sitting in his lap.

"you ain't movin' 'till i'm done, alright love?" his voice is clear, a demand of sorts, as he whispers it into your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he chuckles at your state. your nod and your suppressed groan, knowing he would take his time just to watch you get all desperate.

and at first you do obey, there's nothing more pretty than watching your lover completing his paperwork and watching the pure concentration on his face as he uses one hand to write while the other rests around your hips. holding you close to him

but it's so hard especially when the last time you both had any sort of intimacy had been a while back, especially when your needs seemed to have a mind of it's own

it started off slow, your hips moving softly across his thigh and then his bulge while he pauses. it stirs you on, the movement growing faster as he narrows his eyes at you and then your hips.

"what'd i just say?" he tuts but you don't have it in you to even answer, your hands holding onto his chest while your hips drag out over his thigh slowly drawing soft moans from the pair of you as you repeated the motion. he doesn't say a word, just moves your body as he pleases as he stands up suddenly. picking you up and bending you over his desk, causing you to whine at the loss of contact before he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your sweats and pulled them down in one swift motion.

and then he does the same for him as he palms his growing erection in his hands with a soft groan, teasing your entrance for a moment before he slipped inside slowly taking pleasure in how you clenched around him. the both of you moaning as your breathing hitched, whimpering softly at how thick he seemed to feel inside you. even after so long it always took you by surprise just how he felt

"that what you wanted, lovie? you needed my cock just like that huh?" he coos with a chuckle, holding into your hips with a firm grip as he pulls you up and down on his cock. your response had been a whispered yes, gasping softly when the tip of his cock brushes against that special spot inside causing your body to arch in pure delight and for his grip to stumble slightly. he usually would've teased you but the warm feeling of you had his demeanor melting, he just didn't have it in him today. it really had been too long and he was just as desperate

he moves you once more, this time placing you on your back so he can look at the sweet faces you make in the height of your pleasure. it's a sight he could never grow tired of, a sight that makes him proud that he could bring you to this level. he hooks your legs above his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to hit a deeper spot inside you causing you to cling onto him, his name breathlessly leaving your lips in a plea. his hands coming over to hold onto your thighs, keeping you steady as the pace he sets speeds up slightly. his thrusts sloppy, a soft curse and a grunt falling from his lips as his hips become frantic needing this release just as much as you did.

"fuck that's it, cum f'me that's it" he praises feeling you tighten around him, feeling his own movements tremble as he gasped out softly coming closer nuzzling into your neck and chest leaving a trail of soft kisses in his wake.

and then he finally relaxes and releasing you slightly, leaning over to grab the washcloth to the side to clean you both up. it's not perfect but he's already made plans to head to the shower after as he holds onto you once more. sitting in his chair with you in his lap, the softest of smiles gracing his lips.

"that was perfect, did so good me love"

[lavnderwonu]

first time | kim mingyu

pairing: bf!mingyu x virgin!fem!reader

genre: smut, established relationship

summary: your first time having sex with your boyfriend.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: contains smut (!!!), loss of virginity, inexperienced reader, experienced mingyu, fingering, clit stimulation, masturbation, size kink, oral sex (f receiving), mingyu is a sweetheart <3, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare.

author’s note!: inspired by this specific ask lol. i have been pondering this in my head for a minute, and i decided to just bring it to life. if this topic/genre isn’t your cup of tea, don’t read it, go read some of my other works. feedback is always appreciated, enjoy! 💞

p.s. we're lucky this made it out of the drafts

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Mingyu gently asks, gazing down at you as his hands are at the hem of your t-shirt.

He’s stopped himself from pulling it off, patiently awaiting your permission.

Mingyu was always patient with you, more so than you thought you deserved. He never wanted to rush you into something you weren’t ready for, especially when you were open with him and told him you’d never had sex before.

All your friends thought it was a mistake to tell him that, and that he’d find any excuse to leave, especially since they couldn’t believe that a guy like him could want to be with an in-experienced girl like you, and that he’d want somebody who basically…knew what to do with him.

But he never did, and he patiently waited for you.

Now here you are, lying on his bed as he’s towering over you, his hands slowly sliding up your shirt.

“…I need to hear you say it.” Mingyu continues.

You brush his hair back off his forehead, kissing him gently. “Yes, Mingyu…” You can’t help but giggle as you can’t believe how sweet he’s being.

He undresses you carefully, kissing all over your body gently.

Mingyu gently trails kisses down your stomach, stopping when he reaches the waist of your underwear. He tugs on the waistband as you lift your hips for him to take them off.

He takes in the sight of you; already nearly dripping wet for him when all he did was kiss you.

“Do you touch yourself, baby?” Mingyu asks you, his gaze lifting up from your soaking core.

“Uh-huh…” You nod, suddenly feeling lightheaded as he’s now watching your every move.

“Show me, baby.” He smirks, clearly amused.

“Go ahead.”

You bring your fingers down to your clit, circling it a few times, the sense of relief making your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you dip your fingers between your folds to gather more wetness, bringing them back up to your clit.

Mingyu’s gaze fixates on your core, until it tears away when you call out his name.

“Mingyu…” You whine, as you shamelessly rock your hips against your hand.

“What, baby?” Mingyu licks his lips as he watches you. 

“Touch me,” You beg, leaning your head back against his pillow, while already feeling so eager to know what he feels like. “Please.”

Saving teasing you for another time, since you’re begging for him and he can’t resist, his fingers replace yours and holy shit is it so much better.

You moan against his lip as he kisses you fervently, before he’s climbing down your body until he’s settling himself between your parted thighs.

Your heart pounds in anticipation, his hands gentle as he pushes your thighs further apart for him. 

“So pretty…” He mumbles as he eyes your soaking wet core in front of him. “Can’t believe you’ve never done this before…”

You almost want to kick him as if to say get on with it already, but before you can even think, he’s nudging his face between your thighs. 

His tongue slides over your clit, and the feeling makes you throw your head back.

“Fuck…” You let out a shaky cry, as you reach out and tangle your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly as you’re desperate for something to hold.

Mingyu groans against your cunt as you let out the prettiest sounds, wanting to hear more from you, he slides two fingers inside you, feeling your walls stretch around his fingers.

“Shit… Mingyu,” You gasp, arching your back off the bed as your hips grind against his hand as his fingers slowly fuck you. His fingers stretching you open almost hurts, but it feels too good all at the same time.

In perfect timing he swirls his tongue around your sensitive clit just as he curls his fingers, perfectly hitting a spot that nearly has you seeing stars. With a loud cry of his name, your legs lock as an orgasm suddenly overtakes you.

Mingyu pulls back just as your head falls back against his pillow, your neck lightly covered in a sheen of sweat. You’re still catching your breath when Mingyu hovers over you again, kissing your forehead gently. 

“Ready, baby?” He asks, as he’s ridding himself of his Calvin Klein boxers, making your attention draw to his cock; the mere size nearly takes your breath away. 

“You can tell me to stop anytime… okay?”

“Okay.” You breathe out in anticipation, eager to finally know what he feels like.

Mingyu gently pushes your thighs apart, slowly running his cock through your folds to wet himself with your arousal. He inadvertently bumps your clit, making you whimper and grip the sheets in your fist. 

He lines himself up with your entrance, shuddering in pleasure when he finally sinks into you, making you gasp.

“Mingyu…” You whine as he’s stretching you open, making you grab onto his sturdy shoulders to ground yourself. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

Mingyu leans down to gently kiss your jaw, leading down your neck to distract you. “You’re taking me so well, baby. Fuck.” He groans as he finally bottoms out.

His thrusts start off slow and shallow at first, letting you get used to him. You’re squeezing his cock so tight that Mingyu feels the need to ravage you, but he’d save that for another time.

He gradually picks up the pace, as he shifts his hips slightly, making his cock drive right into your sweet spot, making you arch your back and push your chest against him.

You moan loudly as your nails dig into his biceps, making Mingyu groan as your walls clench him.

“Gonna cum already, baby?” Mingyu smirks, breathing so heavily you can feel his hot breathe on your neck.

“Yeah…” You whine, nodding furiously. Your mind is far too clouded with the feeling of his cock inside you to put together any other words.

“Go on baby, come for me.” Mingyu grunts, his fingers moving to rub circles on your clit, making you whimper. “C’mon.”

Your legs shake as you come with a loud cry of his name, Mingyu keeps going until he’s coming too, slowly rolling his hips to fuck you through your high.

It’s amazing how quick his demeanor changes, he’s immediately peppering kisses gently on your face, his puppy-eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

“Was that okay?” He wonders. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no,” You reassure him, and he’s relieved as you throw your arms over his shoulders to gently play with his hair. “That was amazing.”

He gently rolls you over so he can pull you on top of him, basking in the feeling of your weight on top of him.

“We should do that again…” You hint, your fingers toying with his necklace.

“Do you want to?” Mingyu chuckles. You already can’t get enough of him.

“Maybe,” You snuggle into his chest, sighing contentedly. “I kind of wanna stay like this for a while.”

tags!: @cosmojinyoung @wonuwrites @dearlyjun

[vivwritesfics]

Fashion Show

A self indulgent fic in the Jake and Bug universe!! Her final university prom this is coming up and she needs help picking a dress

Warnings: rather sexual but no smut

Jake and Bug

Jake Seresin hadn't been expecting any company. The one person he wanted to spend his day with had left his bed hours ago, kissed him sweetly before she disappeared for the day.

But then there was a knock on the door.

Jake didn't know who he expected. He paused the television and made his way to the door. But, when he pulled it open, there she stood.

"Bug," he said with surprise.

She had several bags in her arms. Jake immediately reached to take them from her and stepped to the side to let her in. "Hi, Jakey," she said and kissed his cheek.

"What've you got here, Bug?" He asked.

That was the thing with Jake and Bug. When he didn't have her on her back, ankles in the air, he was so sweet with her. Slow kisses, arms around her. His favourite lazy Sunday's were the ones where he'd put on a movie (a movie she picked and would proceed to tell him all of the facts about, but Jake didn't mind) and she'd eventually fall asleep on his chest.

"I need your help," she said, voice serious.

The smile dropped from Jake's face. "What's wrong?" He asked and put the bags down on the coffee table.

Bug sat herself down on the sofa and shrugged off her jacket. "My University Ball is in a week and I've got nothing to wear," she said with a pout.

Finally, Jake looked into the bags on the coffee table. Each one had a different dress inside of it. He pulled out the first one, green, the fabric silky beneath his fingers.

"If I try some one, can I get your opinions?" She asked sweetly.

Holy fuck. Jake felt himself strain against his jeans. "Of course, Bug," he said through a swallow. He pulled her up from the sofa and placed the dress into her free hand, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. As much as he wanted more, he was desperate to see her in those dresses.

Wearing a grin, she picked up the bags of dresses and rushed to his bedroom (well, it wasn't really his bedroom, anymore. She spent more time there than at her own apartment). Jake waited patiently. He didn't turn the television back on, knee bouncing as she waited.

And then he heard her curse from the bedroom. She walked out, keeping the top of the green dress from falling away from her body and holding the skirt from the floor. "I can't fucking zip it," she muttered.

Jake's mouth was dry as he looked at her. But he recovered, stood and zipped her up. His fingers were gentle, brushing her hair over her shoulder. And, when he was done, he stepped back to look at her.

She dropped the skirt, let it fall to the floor. "Holy fuck, bug," he whispered as he took her in. Long, green skirt, patterned bodice that made her look so fucking pretty. "You look..."

"Yeah, I liked this one, too. I saw it first but then I saw so many others but they were all so pretty, Jakey!"

(No, she didn't have all the money in the world to buy all these gorgeous and expensive dresses. She'd borrowed money from her dad to buy them, with the view of returning whatever she didn't choose).

She gave him a spin and the dress flared out slightly. But then she was facing away from Jake and holding her hair over her shoulder. "Can you unzip me?"

He unzipped her. But, as soon as he could reach his hand inside, Jake grabbed her bare hip beneath the dress and pulled her back into his chest. His lips were against her naked shoulder, pressing soft kisses against her skin. "Bug, you..."

But he couldn't find the words.

She pulled out of his grip with a teasing giggle. "Let me go get the next," she said, picked up the skirts and rushed back to the bedroom.

If Jake thought the last dress was nice, he wasn't ready for what she stepped out in. He wasn't sure how she'd managed to zip the back of it herself. But, shit, she looked so fucking pretty.

The skirt of this dress was so much shorter, falling to her mid thigh. The dress was a blushy pink and sparkly. It hugged her in all of the right ways. She walked in on her tiptoes, imitating the heels she would be wearing for the Ball.

Jake held himself. He didn't hide it as his eyes roamed her body. "Give me a spin, Bug," he said through a grunt.

She did just that. As soon as she was facing him again, Jake grabbed a hold of her and pulled her towards him, pulling her onto his lap. He gripped her hips, pulled her as close as physically possible. "Keep this one, Bug," he said as he rocked her body against his own. "Don't wear it to the Ball, but keep it. I'll pay for it."

Her hands were in his hair as she kissed him, moving her hips against on her own. She had a moment of complete control as she kissed Jake, felt him squeeze her tighter.

When he pulled away and dragged her bottom lip between his teeth, she melted against him.

"I've got one more dress," she mumbled as she played with his shirt.

He released her and she stood up, heading back to the bedroom. Jake didn't miss the sway of her hips as she walked.

This last dress was a lot like the green one. It had a similar skirt, with a slit going up the side. Unlike the green dress, this one had thicker straps that fell off of her shoulder. Just like with the green dress, Jake helped her to zip it up.

"Gorgeous, Bug," he said as he took her hand and spun her around. "But I think go with the green dress, keep the pink one for me."

Grinning, she went back into the bedroom and changed out of the blue dress. She made quick work of folding it up and placing it back into the bag.

When she emerged from the bedroom again, she was back in the pink dress. Jake took one glance at her and surged forward. He picked her up, marched her into the bedroom, and kicked the door shut behind him.

Taglist: @littlebear423

[chaithetics]

Where to Put My Hands

Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x plus size f (afab) reader Prompt: Reader having a fixation on him and his hands and him doing something about it. Word count: 1.4K (I tried to keep it concise lol) Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff/comfort, smut. Reader doesn't have any other physical descriptions other than being plus size. Not proof/ beta read. A/N: I'm so excited to share our first Fics for Palestine! (Learn more at that post) Our kind donator has wished to remain anon but a massive thanks to them! I hope you all enjoy this Monkey Man fic!!! Let's keep rising Dev hive! Comments and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated! 🫶 P.S. Keep doing what you can to support Palestine! It's all important, whether it's donating, contacting your local and relevant political reps, sharing and engaging with resources and posts, showing up to local events etc. Here is a post I made with free things to do from home to help Palestine. Much love 🖤❤️🤍💚

Kid and you were lying down, he was a man of few words, even in tender moments. But you weren’t bothered, you’re holding one of his hands with both of yours, running your fingers over him. Every side of his hands and then up his forearm, exploring every inch of skin. With each day of your relationship, you’d been able to warm up a part of him that had been shut off for so long. 

He looked at you as you focused on his hands, your favourite body part of his. While you’d melted him, his hands and everything they could do had continued to melt you (in their special way) more and more each day as well. His brown eyes were warm as he took in all of you, how your eyes were fixed on his hands, the gentle touch of your hands, how the sweet smile you wear makes your full cheeks look, how your soft arms looked in the evening light. His beautiful personification of peace. 

“Is it weird that I just want to be seen by you?” His voice is quiet, it often is, and there’s a vulnerable look on his face, his eyes searching for reassurance. There’s something so warm and comforting about being in this relationship but it’s an extremely new and vulnerable feeling for him. 

“Not at all.” You whisper as you rub his wrist gently with your forefinger and thumb. “I see you.” you respond as your gaze turns to him and you smile. 

He smiles at that, clearly feeling comforted in the unexplored waters he’s swimming deeper and deeper into each day. Kid moves and presses a soft kiss to your lips, slowly deepening it as he moves his hand out of yours so he can cup your full cheeks. 

You’d initially relaxed easily into the kiss and were content with it, that was until he’d moved his hand. It was pretty rude considering it had been a strong fixation of yours lately, something he knew. “Hey,” you whispered, “I wasn’t done playing with your hands.” You whisper in a voice that sounds almost annoyed, he tries to distract you with another deeper kiss. 

“Really?” His voice has a slightly playful tinge. “Do my hands belong to you now, jaan?” 

“Yes. It’s in the relationship rules.”

“Well I better put them to good use, I suppose…” He leaned back and then sat on his ankles as he looked at you. “Because I don’t know where to put my hands...” He teases you but there’s a knowing look in his eyes. Oh, how those big brown orbs mesmerise and melt you. 

Kid uses his knee to spread your legs out and then moves so he’s kneeling between them. He caresses your soft jawline for a moment, his fingers gently holding your chin for a moment as his free hand starts to run along your thick thighs. You breathe in a sharp inhale as you look at him, you know what’s going to happen but each cell in your body is buzzing with anticipation still. 

You watch him with bated breath as he runs his fingers along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, his eyes are looking at his hands as he explores this intimate area of you. His hand that had gently been holding your chin let go, letting his fingers fall, travelling over your chest, where he gave your left breast a squeeze that made you gasp and bite your lip. 

His hands then glide along the smooth, softness of your round stomach he runs his fingers along where stretch marks and moles are and he takes a soft breath in as he looks up at you. He moves his hand over to palm you above your underwear, you let out a small whine and your head falls back. His left hand massages the plump flesh of your thigh as he continues to palm and move his hand along above your underwear, teasingly.

“Please…. Please…” You beg in desperation as your hips thrust up to try and meet his hand. To be buried against it, in desperate need of more friction and pressure. A need only he can satisfy.

He can hear the neediness in your voice, he can feel it radiating off of you, and he can feel it against his hand. He quickly pulls your underwear down, lifting one of your legs slightly so it’s off and just hanging around the other one. He moves his hands closer to your needy hole, dancing around your inner thighs for a moment. You breathe in shakily as the feeling almost tickles. 

You watch him as he palms you once again, his other hand is now gripping your round hips, starting to run his fingers around your vulva, slowly along your folds to tease you, watching your reaction. Amazed at the power he has over your body, his ability to please you with just his hands. His fingers were touching every part of you but your hole that wanted to swallow him, or your clitoris. 

Kid can see the need in your eyes, how you're looking at him letting out soft moans and gasps as he teases you. 

“Look at you, good girl… such a good girl…” He whispers in that voice that makes you let out a small whine as he rubs your bundle of nerves in a circular motion with his thumb. 

He continues and then slips a finger into your hole, it’s barely in, just a teasing taste as he watches you. Drinking in your reaction, the way your back arches and then comes back down as your hips thrust up to try and swallow more of him, to feel him deeper inside of you. Kid obliges and quickly moves his finger in deeper which pulls the sweetest moan out of you that makes him smile. 

You let out a chorus of moans growing louder as you feel him move his finger deeper and deeper as he moves it back and forth, it’s at this point that he inserts another finger which makes you whine and close your eyes. It’s an incredible sight to him as he watches this. He moves his fingers at the most perfect rhythm that he knows will bring you closer. 

He moves a hand to squeeze your breast again, to run it along your nipple as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you. You’re whining as it’s building up deliciously, in an overwhelming way. He brings his hand back down and he starts to give your clitoris more attention again, just as it deserves. He rubs your clitoris faster, applying a little more pressure which makes you cry out. “Does that feel good? Do my hands feel good? Is this what you wanted, what you were thinking about before?” He asks as he keeps going faster and building to that rhythm that he knows is going to make you release. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You whine out as you nod frantically, you have one hand gripping his shoulder as he keeps moving. All you can think of is his touch and you know you’re on the edge, he’s bringing you there and you’re whining louder. “Go on, be a good girl…” He says as he keeps this current pace of pumping, he’d slipped a third finger in and he’s now giving equal attention to both your sweet spot of nerves and your vagina equal attention. He’s urging you to release, he knows your close. You nod and whine out as you know you’re almost there. He continues and it feels perfect, your back starts to arch as you feel your eyes roll back as you claw his shoulder and come. You come hard and it’s perfect, equally what you knew his hands would give you. Exactly what you’d been fantasising about as you’d held his hands earlier. 

You let out a deep breath, Kid gives you some time to recover from that release but he spends the rest of the night praising you as he gives you exactly what you wanted. Showing you just how he can use his hands and how good they feel.

[sophieeeet]

Let me Eat You Out

°°°°°°°°°Enha Series°°°°°°°°

Pairing: Bf! Heeseung X Gf! Femreader

Synopsis: Heeseung has a Huge obsession with your thighs and it can't be helped more if you wear laced stockings in the house, to which he can't help but touch you.

Warning: smut, MDNI, 18+, thigh obsession, reader is wearing lace stocking, reader gets called ( Baby, Princess etc ), Nonidol au,

LEE HEESEUNG | 이희승

Heeseung and His obsession with your thighs

Whenever you wear thigh high, it's over for him, The sight of you wearing a white stocking on which gets him so hard that he can’t help but ask you to wear them more often as he can Enjoy that sight of you.

It’s like He goes Mute the second He see you in those scrumptious thing.

But today he can’t keep his hand to himself as he’s so turned by you that the situation has led to you sitting on his lap with his hardend length right underneath your core,

As He latches onto your neck like baby while one of his hands pinches the inner part of your thighs causing you to Squirm and writhe underneath his perverted touches,

“H-Hee…. Stop..it” you squeak out as his hands pinches your clothed nipple and ass cheeks as his Boner is Pressed against your core,

“Why’d you wear this Baby, when you already know I can’t resist you in this? Hm?"

“ I just wanted t-to dress up a bit, hee.”

“mm, I don’t think so.”

“ what ? why.--! ”

He pulls his body off of yours, sat in between your thighs with your legs dangling over his. He pulls up your shirt to your neck, revealing perky tits, as he resumes with his torture by pinching them, causing you to squeal in surprise.

“Hee— Baby stop, it’s too much-h..!”

His Toned arms lifts your Milky legs over his Shoulders, while leaving trails of soft kisses on you inner thigh trailing up to you heated core Without breaking Eye contact with you, Nothing could beat watching your cute face in pleasure,

He grins, head lowering towards your clothed Cunt spread out for him. He lifts up your skirt with your lace stocking still on your legs, pressing kisses onto the Wet patch accompanied by non-stop gropes to your Thigh and Tits.

“My Princess Look’ so pretty like this, legs all spread out with these lacey stockings for me, While I eat that Tight pussy made just for me, Only me”

You let out a whine of desperateness at his Vulgar words, to which he smirks right back at you from below at your whine.’ As You out of desperateness buck your hips towards his face, eager to let him do his Work already,

“ Is my baby That Desperate For me to Eat you out,?”

“Yes-s please Hee, can’t wait no more”

And that’s when he dives into your Pussy, Your boyfriend was eating you out, your legs trembling and your chest rising and falling, barely able to catch your breath. He’s been at it for seconds, but it’s felt like an hour, his head buried deep in between your thighs as you held up his hair.

His hands pushing out your legs further, so his tongue can get into all the spots that have touched, moaning, but you were holding out the best you could. Biting your lower lip and closing your eyes as the pleasure soaked you in, it was hard not to react, especially when he was making you feel this good.

His rough hands holding your thighs up to your shoulder as he Sucks at your cunt like it’s his last time, Fingers holding the Lacey material of your stocking as your grip on his hair tighter than before and your back arching and your foot goes to his back but some stability, a muffled laugh into your core making you jolt, your eyes watering from every action he was making.

And The session continued with him fucking you in your scandalous stocking afterwards.

[rabbidbunwy]

🔞 Gojo x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING 🔞

Baby love Part 1

synopsis: You and Gojo,your boyfriend,craved eachother after long hours at school

Featuring: Gojo Satoru

Contents: DORM!au-student!Gojo Satoru x student!fem!reader-both adult-explicit content-preparing-sex-fingering-vaginal-fingering-eating-crampie-breeding kink-breeding-smut-cute-fluff-impregnation

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive

Satoru leans against the door frame, peering in. He’s wearing a dark purple hoodie with his sunglasses perched atop his head. He sees you chewing on the pillow and raises his eyebrows, a smirk on his face. He knows what that means.

“Ah, you’re already preparing for me, hm?” Satoru teases, taking a step into the room. He walks over to the bed and sits down, looking over at you. He reaches out and strokes your cheek. “My, my, look at you” he murmurs, his voice low. “Ready for me so quickly?”

"Mhm s'not my fault, you took so long at school" you whined as you kept touching yourself

Satoru chuckles. “Ah, poor baby” he coos, reaching out and threading his fingers through your hair. “You missed me that much, huh?” He teases, pulling you closer to him, his expression turning sultry. “If you wanted all my attention, you just gotta say it” he murmurs, trailing a hand up to rest on your thigh.

You purred as you felt one of Gojo slender finger slipping in your folds,your face resting on the pillow as you grabbed it

His breath catches as his finger slips into your slick slit, letting out a low groan as he feels your heat. “So needy, baby” Satoru pulls his finger out of you, a smirk on his face. “I wonder how long I’ll last tonight” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re already so excited” he teases, shifting so that he lay between your thighs.

“I wonder if I’ll get to use my mouth on you” He pushes your thighs apart and settles between them, a wolfish smile on his mouth. His tongue runs through your folds, slowly and tenderly. He takes his time. He’s enjoying the way you taste, he presses his tongue in deeper.

"Ahmn! Jo slow down,they're gonna hear me" You whined gripping the sheets

He lifts up for a moment, his chin glistening. “Let them” he whispered. “They need to know who you belong to.”

You whined burying the back of your head in the pillow as you timidly wanted to hold Gojo head not sure if he wanted to

Satoru reaches up and gently grabs your wrist. “You can hold me, sweetheart” he murmurs. He guides your hand down to his head, encouraging your to thread your fingers through his hair.

"You sure? It's a bit embarrassing" you whimpered looking at him

Satoru laughs warmly, leaning his head into your hand. “Of course” he says, moving his mouth back down to you. “I just want to make you feel good, sweetheart.” He presses his tongue in again, feeling your body respond to him.

"Mhn" you whined crying a bit "sorry, it's just it's embarrassing" you said looking at him

“Hm?” Satoru lifts his head up, a mischievous look in his eyes. “What’s embarrassing, love?” He asked, his hands running up your thighs. “The noises you’re making?”

You nod "are they bad?" You asked stuttering

Satoru laughs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your stomach. “Nope, I love the fact that you’re making those cute little noises because of me” he murmurs. “You don’t need to get shy, love” he assures you.

You whined as he slicked a finger in "mhn" making you squirt

He feels your body squeeze around his finger, letting out a low groan. “My, my, look at you” he murmurs, watching you writhe against the sheets. “Such a pretty girl for me.”

You whined making cute moans as Gojo started to use his mouth too and couldn't help but grabbing his head touching his scalp

His moans were deep and hungry, his tongue swirling around as he tasted you. He loved when you touched his head, the feeling of your fingers in his hair making him tingle. He loved those sounds, those delicious little noises syou made as you gave in to him.

You tugged his hair at every push of his tongue in you making you moan cutely "Jo-jo ahn mhn" you bited your lip your eyes closed

His hands tightened their grip on your thighs, feeling you tugging on his hair. He groaned against you, his tongue slipping in deeper and faster. His need to taste you, to devour you was overwhelming. “Good girl” he groaned, feeling your body start to twitch in pleasure.

He kept going, using both his tongue and his fingers to push you over the edge. He could tell you were close, your body trembling. “That’s it, love” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You gripped his hair moaning out loudly "Jo-jo mhn ahn" you were almost close

“Go ahead” he murmured, his tongue working faster. “Come for me” he said, his voice rough with desire.

You groaned moaning as your hand gripped his head harder your legs flaying

He kept up his pace, feeling your body begin to convulse. “I got you, baby” he growled, his tongue keeping up its relentless assault.

He knew you were close, his heart pounding in anticipation. He wanted you to come, to feel your trembling body in his arms. “Come for me, sweetheart” he pleaded, his tone desperate. “I need it.”

He felt your body tighten around his tongue, hear your moans grow louder. “That’s it, love” he groaned, his own breathing growing ragged. “Let go for me.”

You groaned gripping the bed sheets as you camed whining

Satoru slowed his pace, his tongue gently lapping up your juices. He lifted his head up and looked up at you, his breathing choppy. “You taste so good” he murmured, moving up to kiss you. “Feeling better now, love?”

"Mhn yes but.." you teased rubbing your knee on Gojo bulge "I need you"

Satoru groaned as your knee rubbed against him. He leaned in, his voice low and husky. “I need you too, baby” he whispered, his hands reaching out to touch your hips. “I’ve been craving your touch all day.”

You cried out as Gojo showed up two fingers in you curling them as you were positioned on his legs "mhn ah ah Jo not. Mhn fair..I already camed"

“You’ll be coming for me all night, sweetheart” Satoru growled teasingly, his fingers still moving inside of you. “And I don’t play fair” he added, nipping at your shoulder.

You camed again on his fingers whining hugging his neck

Satoru chuckled, pulling his fingers out and looking up at you. “Someone’s needy tonight” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Are you ready for me, love?”

Your eyes widen as Gojo unzipped his pants and tooked off his boxers,it was big and pulsing

He chuckled as he saw your eyes widen, his hands reaching out to pull her closer. “Like what you see, baby?” He teased, his voice low and husky. “It’s all yours, you know”

Gojo lined himself between your legs but not before he flipped you on your stomach

He positioned himself behind you, his hands holding your hips tightly. “Just relax" He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your neck. “This might hurt at first.

He pressed the tip against your entrance, feeling you trembling. He leaned in close, whispering in your ear. “I’ll be careful” he assured her, rubbing a soothing hand down her back. “Ready, love?”

"Mhm mhm" You whined feeling the tip pulse against you "Jo-jo" you said wondering "I wanna make a baby"

Satoru’s breath caught in his throat, his heartbeat quickening. He didn’t expect you to say that. “I want that too” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “I want you to give me a baby, sweetheart” he said as he pressed his hips forward.

"Ah! Mhn then l..let's make one" you gasped gripping the bed feeling full already but he wasn't even half in

Satoru groaned, his hips coming to a stop. “Patience, sweetheart” he whispered “We’ve got all night to make a baby after all” he said, running his hands down your sides “Just relax, love” he reassured her, his breath hot against yourr neck

He began to move his hips, going slowly and gently, his hands caressing your body. “You feel so good” he groaned, his heart racing. “So perfect for me.”

"You too,mhn you feel big" You gripped the pillow "ahmn,I want more"

Satoru couldn't help but chuckle at your words. “You want more?” He asked, his voice low. His hips began to move faster, harder. “You want it all?” He growled, his breath husky.

"Yes,even mhn if you break me, I want it I want your baby" you moaned pushing your tights down

Gojo’s heart leapt as you asked for his baby. There was nothing he wanted more than to give you his child, to start a family with you. “That’s my girl” he growled, his hips picking up speed. “You’ll look so beautiful, pregnant with my baby”

As you moved together, your bodies slick with sweat and your moans echoing through the room; Satoru reached down, grasping your hand and intertwining your fingers. “My precious girl” he uttered, his voice breathless “the mother of my future child.”

You whined feeling him stretching you out "Ah mhn Jo"

“I know, sweetheart” Satoru purred, his chest rumbling. He kept pumping into you, his body trembling with the effort of keeping his movements controlled. “You’re doing so well” he praised, his breath warm on your back.

You cried out as Gojo pumped on your sweet spot making you bubble incoherent stuff

“Close, sweetheart?” Satoru asked, his voice rough with effort. He was so close too, his body trembling with the need to spend himself inside you, to fill you with his child

"Yes so close" you whined moaning loudly

“Good girl,” he groaned, his hips suddenly moving faster. “Take it"

“Have my baby” he demanded, his hand coming around to your stomach, his fingers pressing against your skin. “That’s it, baby” As he felt himself approaching the edge, his body tensing and his muscles trembling, he leaned down and whispered against your ear. “Come for me, baby. I need it, need to feel you.”

Desperate moans left your mouth as you gripped the pillow

Satoru groaned as he felt you tighten around him, his body on the edge. He pounded into you faster, deeper, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “That’s it, sweetheart” he urged, his voice low

"Ah ahmn Jo ah Jo I'm-- I'm-- " you shouted moaning

“Come for me, baby” he repeated, his breath hot against your neck as he felt himself nearing the edge, he was so close. “Go on, baby, give it to me. Let go, I’m right here with you.”

And finally, his body exploded, his world shrinking down to only you and your bodies joined together. He groaned your name as he spilled deep inside you.

“There you go, sweetheart” Gojo gasped, his body trembling against you. He held you close as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his hand against your stomach. “We’ll make that baby together, my love.”

You tried again but this time you were in a mating press "mhn ah Gojo one time is enough" you whined as your boyfriend was determined to get you pregnant

Gojo grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just one more time, love. I can’t wait to see you swollen with my child” he said, his voice rough with desire.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss toyour belly, his hand caressing the soft skin. “And just think, our baby will be growing right here, inside of you. Isn’t that a beautiful thought?”

He pressed his hips forward again, feelingyour body open up for him. “I can’t wait to watch you grow” he whispered, his voice low and husky. He began to move again, his strokes slow and deliberate.

“Just imagine it, my love” he said, his breath hot against your neck. “You carrying our child. Our own little miracle.”

“Our own little miracle” you echoed, your voice soft and reverent. You felt a wave of emotion wash over you as you pondered the thought of carrying his child in your womb. It was both a terrifying and exhilarating prospect, and you knew that he was the only one you could ever entrust such a precious gift to.

With every thrust, you felt your heart swelling with affection, each movement a testament to their love. And as the heat and the friction between them grew more intense, you felt herself growing impossibly closer to the brink.

"Jo! Ah ahn Jo Jo Jo!" You moaned biting his neck as you felt closer

Gojo groaned as he felt your teeth against his skin, the sharpness of your bite only adding to his excitement. His thrusts grew harder, faster, as he angled his hips to hit that spot that made you squirm.

“That’s my girl” he whispered with a smirk, his breath coming in pants. “Scream my name, baby. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

"It's coming ahn it coming!" You moaned gripping Gojo chest

Gojo groaned as he felt your body tremble, your pleasure building. “That’s it” he said breathlessly, his breath hot against your neck. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

“I’m right here with you” he whispered, his own release close. “Just let go for me, love. Come on, let me feel you come for me.”

He buried his face in your shoulder, his body tensing as he felt his own orgasm approaching. “That’s it” he panted, his breath coming in short gasps. “I’m right there with you.”

As he lost control, he let out a deep groan, his entire body shaking as he spent himself deep within you. “My love,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “My love, my love, my love.”

He held you close, his body still shaking with the intensity of your pleasure. As you lay tangled together, he pressed tender kisses to your neck and shoulder, his voice soft with affection. “My precious girl" he whispered, his hand gently stroking your stomach.

“I love you more than anything in this world. And soon, we’ll have our own little miracle. A beautiful child created from our love.”

He pulled you closer, his arms encircling her protectively. “I can’t wait to see you carrying our baby” he murmured. “You’re going to be the most beautiful mother in the world.”

[funera1pyre]

vessel nsfw alphabet

was inspired by a few other writers to make my own!!! here’s vess, i may do the other members

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

vessel will spoil the fuck out of you after sex. you’re his everything, and he treats you with upmost respect. getting you water, wiping you down, running you a bath, anything you desire. will always tell you how good you were for him.

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

imo vessel loves his stomach. he loves when you kiss his abs down to his dick before you suck him off. also his hands, loves seeing how small you are beneath them.

for his partner, he loves your thighs. always leaves bite marks all over them and loves having them wrapped around his head when he eats you out.

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

vessel LOVES to cum inside you. the intimacy of it, also he has a huge breeding kink 🤭 will also cum on your face if you ask nicely

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

he sometimes jacks off above you while you sleep. don’t hate me cuz im right

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

he’s fairly experienced, and the more you two have sex, he memorizes all the things that drive you crazy

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

basic but he loves missionary because of the closeness of it. he gets to see the expressions you make and kiss you, and vess is such a romantic. i also think he enjoys fucking you against the wall

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

serious. he takes every act of pleasure with you as worship, a whole side of him takes over when the two of you fuck tbh

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

definitely keeps hair down there but keeps it trimmed, has a happy trail ❗️

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

vessel is super romantic and intimate, not only just during sex. he’ll hold your hand, tell you how much he loves you as he cums deep inside you.. you’re his everything.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i really don’t think he jacks off much (except watching you…. see above). he’d definitely like to keep himself pent up if he’s away from you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

breeding kink 100%. as mentioned previously he loves to cum inside you and the idea of getting you pregnant drives him fucking crazy. LOVES when you bite him hard and will practically beg you to. also, overstimulation. he won’t stop making you cum until HE’S finished. will literally eat you out for hours

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

imma go basic and say the bed. again, vess is a very romantic person and he wants you to be comfortable. occasionally fucks you in public/risky places too

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

seeing you in his clothes, when you kiss his neck, hearing you beg

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

i definitely don’t think he’s into rough bdsm (ex. pain play) even if you consented to it, he wouldn’t like the idea of causing you pain.

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

vessel LOVES sloppy blowjobs and fucking your mouth. on the other hand, he can spend hours between your thighs. bro is a munch

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

he can be both, but more often than not its slow and he takes his time with you. but if you’re being a brat? he can definitely be rough.

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

vess doesn’t do quickies, as stated in the previous sentence he likes to take his time with you

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

absolutely. vess will try anything with you if you ask him to. also likes to fuck you in situations where you could get caught.

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

he can go all fuckin night ❗️ legitimately. he’s able to get hard again quickly after cumming and can cum multiple times in one session

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

tbh i dont think he would really be interested in them. he def has a collar for you, and will use your vibrator on you but nothing other than that

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s SUCH a tease. will tease you around other people/his bandmates all the time. he knows exactly how to drive you crazy and get you begging for him. he’s obsessed with the effects he has on you

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

vessel talks dirty a LOT. he’s especially loud when he’s cumming, panting and groaning lowly, saying obscenities as he fills you to the brim

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

as i mentioned in one of my most popular posts, vessel LOVES to share you with the other members. it makes him so fucking turned on to watch them fuck you. his favorite sessions by far are with you and iii, domming both of you and having iii fuck you in doggy while you suck vess off 🫥

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

shouldn’t come as a surprise…. but vessel’s dick is huge. it still is hard getting used to.

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

pretty high. i’d say if the two of you are together, you’re most likely having sex nearly every day

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he can definitely keep himself up for a while after sex. he makes sure he takes care of you first before relaxing, often waiting for you to fall asleep before he does.

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i hope you liked!!!!! i may do the other members but idk yet, thank you for reading :3

[bredstick]

Artist! Male reader x Architect! Kaveh

You draw Kaveh as one of your frienchgirls~

NSFW! SoftDom!Kaveh x Sub!Reader

During these 3 months of dating Kaveh, he has already grown accustomed to you asking him if he could pose for you, show you his pretty delicate hands, and in general his face. He was your official muse.

But he wasn't thinking ahead of time, what else you'd like him to show you to fulfill your, specifically said, anatomy knowledge.

When you came to Kaveh's place stressed from work, all you wanted to do is lay in your lover's arms all night. But you also wanted to ask the big question that you weren't sure when the right time would be for it, but you were impatient. "Would you please undress for me?" sounds a bit perverted, while even telling him about you wanting to draw his body makes you quite concerned that he'd be creeped out by the idea. But you were ready to risk it all, Kaveh is understanding and it wouldn't be a problem, would it?

When you made up your mind, you opened the bedroom door and upon seeing those bright red eyes, there was no way nervousness wouldn't crawl through your body. You felt sweat forming in your clutched fist, your throat closing up as Kaveh looked at you with a gentle smile, happy you came to visit him. You see, he gave you another spare key so you can come to his place freely- it took a while to convince Al Haitham to trust you with the access to their home though.

You slowly walked over to him, trying to hide your nervousness by smiling back, sitting down on his bed and letting out a big sigh. Kaveh looked at you intently, sitting at his desk with many architectural blueprints, leaning back against his chair. "How are you? There seems to be something troubling you." He says in a soft tone, fiddling with his fingers.

"Ah, it's nothing! It's just been a very tiring day for me so far.." you look away, a slight blush coating your cheeks. You were always easy to read, Kaveh thought. Deciding to know more about the true intention of your actions, he stood up from his desk and stood right infront of you, his hands on his waist.

You look up at him, feeling even more nervous by the proximity of your bodies, unable to speak at all. The most you did with Kaveh in these past couple of months was hold hands and kiss, but nothing else other than supporting eachother's lives. You weren't sure how to take a more intimate approach.

"Tell me, it can't be that bad. I hope you're not keeping anything from me!" he says, slightly pouting while looking down at you. You looked down again, your cheeks burning with embarrassment, as you mumble out your question; "Can... can you help me out with anatomy practice...?" your voice was shaky as you spoke, looking at his feet. There was a moment of silence engulfing the room, making it seem like he hasn't said a word in hours until he softly spoke up;

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I'll always help you with your practices, no matter how embarrassing the pose may be," he chuckled lightly, looking down at you with a slight blush on his cheeks. He kneeled down, looking into your eyes as he mumbled; "Just tell me what to do. If you need any part of my clothing removed, I'll do it." Kaveh was always the one who was passionate about art, why were you even nervous?

Your stomach has never had this many butterflies floating around, looking into his eyes excitingly as you gripped your sketchbook on the bed, smiling up at him as you opened up your sketchbook.

-

Kaveh is now sprawled against his white silk bedsheets, almost naked if it weren't for his boxers. He looked like sleeping beauty, his little stretchmarks across his hips glowing and his soft pecs and milky toned skin, not to mention his soft pinkish nipples begging to be touched, all on display for you and you only to draw every curve and outline of his body. Your mind was racing, looking at every inch of his body, praying to god that you can imprint it into your brain forever.

"Tell me when you're done, I've thought about a pose you might like." he told you while fiddling with his boxer strap. You were too busy drawing to realise how innapropriate that sounds, humming in concentration, sitting on the bed next to him.

When you were done, you looked up at him with a smile, turning your aketchbook around to show the drawing you were very much proud of- your innocent smile dropped when you locked eyes with his- his pupils blown wide as he looked at you, biting his lip anxiously.

Your heart started beating faster, immediately realising why he was looking at you like that. Your stomach was doing backflips, trying to control yourself. "...Why aren't you saying anything?" you mumble, blush spreading across your cheeks by the sudden silence.

Kaveh sat up close to you, kooking at the drawing closely. He blushes a deep shade of red, observing every pencil stroke carefully. "You're an excellent artist, the details are perfect- and you did it in such short time!! How long has it been? Twenty minutes??" I guess he snapped out of his previous mood, you thought, as you smiled at him thanking him for the compliments.

Suddenly he took your sketchbook out of your hands, carefully putting it on his nightstand. As your face contorted into confusion, he kissed you softly.

As you were opening your mouth in protest of you not processing it at all, he quickly shoved his tongue down your throat. The sounds of heavy breaths and soft moans filled his bedroom, as he slowly pushed you down, hovering over you, not breaking the heated kiss.

Once you fully processed the situation, heat started to spread across your body, knowing what Kaveh wants. This is the first time you'll do it together. It makes you a bit nervous, but you trust him.

As you two break the kiss for some air, he looks at you softly, holding your hand as he whispers; "Do you want to... take the next step? Tell me,.." he waited in anticipation, seeing you nod loosely, "Say it please, I want you to be completely sure." "Yes," you said quickly, the nervousness taking over you yet again.

-

Your loud moans were heard all across his room, biting your hand to shut yourself up as every part of your body was flushed in embarrassment, your legs spread wide open with Kaveh inbetween them, fingering you skillfully.

"You're taking 2 of my fingers so well dear," he looked down at your face, gripping one of your thighs, "Can you take three for me darling?" he says slowly, your dick twitching at his words, Kaveh rubbing your tip in a circular motion. You were so immersed in the pleasure that all you could do was say a couple of words mushed up together- he slowly added another finger, causing you to whimper softly, feeling more needy every dying second of the experience. At this point you didn't care how needy you sound, so all you were mumbling about was you needing him inside of you. Kaveh found this quite adorable, looking down at you with a smirk and kissing your neck, suddenly biting down and stroking your cock quicker.

"Puh-please!! Please- hnn.." you muffled out nonsense as a big wave of pleasure danced across your body, pulling Kaveh closer by hugging his hips with your legs, making his obvious erection rub against your ass as he whimpered slightly.

As he finally put it in, he waited for a moment waiting for your plea to start moving- eventually bottoming out and gripping your hips tightly. He kept thrusting fast then slow, trying to find a good rhythm- which you weren't even focused on. You were focused on his chest, going up and down as his pretty and soft looking nipples were encouraging you to touch them- to make them swollen.

Kaveh let out a loud gasp as he picked up his pace, your mouth working wonders on his left nipple and fondling with the other, occasionally letting out whimpers and moans yourself. This is heaven, you thought, arching your back and making him hit your prostate several times as you release his nipple- he hugs you tightly, burying his face into your neck letting out high pitched whines as his hips started to lose their pace, signalling that his orgasm is near.

You grip his blonde locks as tears start forming in your eyes, whining his name repeatedly as both of you came undone at the same time, your breaths rigid as he was still buried inside of you and holding you tight, not letting you go.

He props himself up on his elbows, looking at you with pure adoration;

"You're so incredibly divine," he exclaims, and starts thrusting into you again as you take a sharp breath from the overstimulation, gripping his forearms in protest. "I-I wanna ride you please- I wanna draw you from underneath me," you breathed out, making Kaveh slightly flustered as he pulled out of you, allowing you to go on top.

The whole night consisted of both of you trying out different positions, while you got the best anatomy practice drawings you'll ever need- maybe they can be used for the time your boyfriend is on a long trip away from you~

[lunajay33]

Lost Part.3

•🗝️🕊️🩶•

Summary: Carl Grimes was your best friend since birth, when he died the world turns grey, he was your partner in crime so you shut yourself off from the world, no one could get through, until one day you’re wondering Alexandria seeing Negan in his cell, maybe he could be the one to break you out of this hell

Pairing: Negan Smith x f!reader

Content: Age gap, Depressing themes, Consoling, Spicy themes later on, breeding kink, character development

Part.2

•Masterlist•

Song Recommendation: I Just Want You: Ozzy Osbourne

The next day I woke up feeling a lot better after last nights affairs, that man had me wrapped around his finger but I still had to deal with the fact that Michonne and Rick strongly disagreed with my interest in Negan, the word has probably spread but I still had Daryl in my corner, I hear a knock at my door and Daryl walks in sitting beside me on the bed

“Any word about letting Negan out for the day?” I ask hopeful

“Rick said ya can take him, but I gotta go too” I’m not pleased that we can’t go alone but I understand

“Okay fine, thanks for this Daryl”

“Let’s go before we waste anymore light” I quickly got dressed meeting Daryl on the porch to go get Negan, making it to his cell Daryl let you go in alone

“Hey baby girl, been thinking about you all night” he smirks as he walks over to the bars

“I missed you too, Rick said you could come with me but Daryl had to come too…….if that’s okay?” I ask nervous as I unlock the cell door

“Ain’t a problem as long as I get some time with you, especially during this” he says wrapping his arms around my waist placing light kisses down my neck making me laugh

“Come on Daryl will get suspicious”

“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me baby?”

“Of course not, you know how I feel about you”

“Oh I know you showed me pretty well last night” I smack his shoulder feeling my face blush

“Let’s go before I show you again” I took his hand leading him up and onto the streets of Alexandria meeting Daryl

He looked down at our hands intertwined and I could tell the turmoil running around his head, he didn’t say anything and just glared at Negan

Daryl got on his bike and Negan and I got in a car following behind him as he lead us towards the location of Carls grave, every minute that passed my heart felt heavier and my mood from earlier was quickly plummeting

“Hey you’ll be okay” Negan said rubbing my thigh obviously realizing how stressed I’ve become

“I know it’s just……..I’ve been grieving him knowing I’ll never see him again and I never got to be there in his last moments……so actually seeing his grave it’s just gonna make everything real…..permanent” I say biting the inside of my cheek anxiously

Daryl pulled off the road onto a dirt path driving a little ways in until we stopped at some abandoned field by a house, a wooden cross prominent amongst the overgrown grass, I sucked in a deep breath as I shut off the car

“You need this, and you won’t be alone baby girl” the fact that he only treated me like this always eased my mind and made me feel special

“Okay, let’s go” we got out of the car, Daryl sat on his bike waiting

“I’ll be here if ya need anything sunshine” Daryl said giving a little smile which was rare but gave me the confidence to face this fear I’ve been dreading

Negan took my hand and we walked over through the weeds and overgrown grass stopping infront of the makeshift cross with “Carl” scratched into it, that name broke me down immediately, all the grief I went through came rushing back now that I really see he’s gone and never coming back, I drop to my knees infront of the grave clenching the dirt in my hands

I was a blubbering mess as I felt Negan sit next to me and hold me close to his chest

“You promised you wouldn’t leave, we planned so much to still do together, why would you go out there by yourself, you left me and I don’t know what to do without you and it hurts so much, I wish I could have been there at least I could’ve said goodbye, I knew I should have stayed in Alexandria but I’m saying goodbye now, I’ll never be able to forget you or the pain that comes when I think about all our memories but I need to find a reason to live again, it was you before you always kept me going out on the road and now I have to try and move on if that’s possible, but I love you Carl and I always will………goodbye” it felt like a weight was lifted off my chest, the guilt and anger I’ve been holding onto was gone now that I had an ounce of closure

We sat there for sometime just looking at the cross calming down over awhile at the touch of Negans hand running up and down my back

“You feeling better?” He asked voice low

“Yeah I think it’s time to go”

“You sure?” He asked as we stood up

“I’ve made my peace, like I said I need to move on without that guilt”

“You did good baby, I’m proud of you” he smiled as he placed a gentle kiss to my forehead

“I wish we didn’t have to go back, atleast back to the way we live, I hate having you locked up I wanna be able to be with you whenever I want”

“Hell you got me baby but Rick hates my damn guts, if it wasn’t for Carls note I’d surely be a dead man”

“What do you mean?”

“Carl told Rick in his note to show mercy, was his last wish and so now I’m a prisoner” he grinned as if that was a good thing to be a prisoner

“Maybe I can get one of the free houses and convince them to let you stay there instead of that stupid cell”

“Baby girl they’re not gonna let a little ol’ thing like you shack up with an old man who terrorized their group”

“Trust me I can be pretty convincing” I smile as he pulls me flush against him

“Oh trust me baby I know” we were broken out of our moment when daryl came over

“There something ya need ta tell me y/n?”

“What?”

“Seems like he’s more than just a comforting companion”

“Well….i mean….i don’t really know…….everything is so new” I blurted out frantic not knowing what to say

“She’s mine” Negan said gripping my hand to solidify his statement, worried that this might cause a fight between them

“Sunshine he’s just using ya, yer too young to be with ‘im”

“Ain’t using her, she’s my girl and she’s old enough to make her own decisions”

“He’s not like he use to be Daryl you have to trust me, I know you get worried about me and I adore that you care but he cares too and I know he’d never hurt me on purpose” Daryl looked between us for a while seemingly at a loss for words

“Ya ever hurt her, she cries, she so much as gets a cut I’ll kill ya where ya stand” Daryl glares daggers at Negan

“Holy hell man, I ain’t ever gonna hurt her relax”

“Come on it’s getting dark we should go home”

The ride back was silent but not in an awkward way more of I needed that silence to soak everything in from everything that happened and Negan realized that too

Parking infront of one of the unoccupied houses we got out heading inside, Daryl Rick and Michonne standing on the side walk a few houses down just watching but I’m a grown woman and I’m not going to let them dictate my life any more, so I take Negans hand proudly and lead him inside

It’s cozy, cozy for houses in the apocalypse that have gone unscathed, it’s perfect for making a home

“Got some balls on you sweetheart, pulling a stunt like that infront of the town” he says pressing himself close to my back wrapping his arms around my hips

“I’m a grown woman, I may be young but I know what I want”

“And what is it you want baby?” He whispers in my ear

“I want you, I wanna be closer, I want to feel like we did last night, I just want you” I say turning in his arms to wrap my arms around his neck

“The offer is very tempting and god would I love to rock your world but like you said I’m not like before, I don’t want to rush this with you”

I pout in frustration and he just smirks sending shivers down my spine

“Doesn’t mean we can’t explore more ways to make you feel good, I’d be damn proud to make you cum on my face”

“How?” I ask confused on how we would do that

“Well I could tell you but I’d rather show you” he lifted me up laying me on the kitchen island looping his fingers in the waist band of my shorts waiting for my okay, once I nodded he pulled them down along with my panties throwing them somewhere in the room gripping my thighs and spreading them apart

“I knew you’d have a pretty little pussy, looks as good as you taste” he says dragging two fingers up and down my pussy

“Negan please” I whine wanting more desperate for that feeling like last night

“So impatient” he laughs as he gets down on his knees so he’s eye level with my core, licking a stripe up to my clit making me jump at the foreign feeling, I lean up on my elbows to watch him work his magic

“You like that?” He asks licking again

“So good……more” and that’s when he dives in like a man ravished

He starts sucking on my clit and that’s when I’m on cloud 9, dragging my fingers through his hair gripping him closer as I grind my hips against him

“Oh god! Negan so good I’m gonna…..” the feeling that ran through me was even better than last night, gasping as I laid back on the counter trying to catch my breath when the front door banged open, standing there was Daryl Rick and Michonne, this wasn’t going to be good

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[starwarsbian]

tutor!stephen glass

he’s your tutor and you want him so bad soooo bad everyone wants him so bad. enjoy this picture where his hands look mmm so good

a/n: i don’t give a Single fuck about this being cringy! hope that helps

warnings: oral f!recieving, fingering, i don’t think there’s anything else

18+ MDNI

stephen glass has been driving you Crazy since you met in college. he’s your tutor but you never learn anything, being too busy wishing he’d use his stupid pretty hands for something other than taking fucking notes and his pretty mouth for something other than yapping about literary analysis.

he acts completely oblivious like he’s not the object of attention of almost every girl on campus. girls love hair with a little wave and nerdy glasses—but he never sleeps with them. he refuses but you? he might risk it all for you. you set your mind to getting stephen glass between your thighs in any way he wants to be there.

you have good conversations and he makes you smile and laugh— you’re safe and comfortable with him so you kiss him first. you’ve heard about the whole “i don’t do inappropriate things with people i’m helping academically” thing but maybe kissing isn’t too inappropriate and he’ll let himself get away with it.

he kisses you back, surprisingly to you. his lips are firm and much more confident than you were expecting. you’re alone in your apartment. you have roommates but no one will be back for hours. you’ve been sitting on the couch beside him with all your books and notes laid out on the coffee table. moving your lips together for a few moments while his hand is lightly entangled in your hair.

“stephen,” you whine for him, “more.”

he smiles at you and pushes you back to lay flat across the couch.

“more kissing, love? i’d love to give you that.”

that’s obviously not what you wanted but any touch from him will send you closer and at the very least you can go touch yourself with the smell of his cologne on you.

he holds himself up over top of you while he tugs and sucks on your bottom lip. his lips are soft and his hands touch down your body with confidence. his hand is under your shirt, resting on your waist. you whine into the kiss and he smiles against your lips. you’re pushing your hips up towards his and he firmly presses them back down.

“god, i really shouldn’t. i don’t have sex with people i’m tutoring. or at least that’s been the rule so far.. and if i did agree to have sex with you—i certainly would not do it on this couch.”

“then…let’s go to my room? we don’t have to do anything else. i’ll behave..i want to kiss you more,” you say, blushing.

he bites his lip and looks down at you through his glasses. he closes his eyes to try to think clearly for a second;

“you are so pretty. you are so so pretty, and you look gorgeous underneath me….” he trails off.

“i think you’d think i look gorgeous on top of you too,” you tease, “let’s go to my room and i’ll sit on your lap, stephen.”

“fuck it. which room is yours, doll?”

his words makes your face flush and you take his hand, pulling him towards your room. stephen shuts the door behind you with his shoulder and lets you straddle him as soon as he’s seated on your bed, back against the headboard. you take his face in your hands and kiss him with a soft fluidity that he welcomes. his hands find your hips and holds you there as your lips move in unison. a/n sorry that was cringe

he notices you’re not actually sitting down, you’re doing some weird hovering that is actually very upsetting to him because he was promised you’d sit on his lap.

“you’re not sitting on my lap. you’re hovering over me,” he says against your lips, a little annoyed, “sit down.”

he pulls you down onto him and you give up, resting on him fully. your heart flutters at the boderline demanding tone. he likes you that much, to insist you’re touching him as much as possible.

“good girl,” he whispers against your neck when he starts to place kisses all over it. he goes from your jawline, down your throat and pulls the neck of your shirt down to get your collarbone area. you’re trying to stop yourself from actively grinding down against him because you don’t want to upset him.

he latches his mouth onto the side of your throat and sucks lightly before pausing.

“is that okay? can i leave some marks on your neck to make you think of me?”

heat floods through your center and you feel butterflies even thinking about it. you nod eagerly and he returns to his self assigned task.

his tongue soothes every mark he makes on you but he’s careful to not bite you (even though he’d love that). you’re wet from the attention he’s giving you. the feeling of his hands on you is what you’ve been daydreaming about since you met him. you whimper his name and he pulls away to look at you.

“stephen, please touch me. i want you to touch me.”

“i am touching you?”

you blurt out exactly what’s in your head.

“no. i want you to touch me,” putting emphasis on the word. “i’ve been thinking about your fucking hands making me cum every single time i’ve seen you. i like them and i want them. you know where i want them.”

stephen is taken aback by your confession. “my hands? what do you mean you like them, honey?”

“i like that they’re bigger than mine. i like thinking about you using them to make me feel good,” you admit to him with your face pressed against his neck.

“look at me,” he requests, “you’re serious? you’ve been thinking about me? like that?”

looking into his eyes, blushing in the lamp light of your bedroom you tell him the truth. “yes, i’m serious. i touch myself and wish it was you..always wish it was you.”

he groans because he’s really turned on and he had no idea someone would like such a specific thing about him. he just can’t tell you no again. he doesn’t want to.

“well after that i have to give them to you, don’t i?” he touches over your panties with his middle and ring finger. “you’re so wet. do you want to take these off for me? want me to take them off?”

“yes, you take them off. want to feel your hands do everything for me.”

he laughs a little at your eagerness, he takes it as a compliment and really enjoys the honesty you’re showing to him about what you want. he slips his fingers under the waistband and has you lift your hips and then leg for him to take them off before he tosses them to the floor.

“this is not how i thought my night was gonna go.” he touches your thighs, sliding up and down and from your outer thigh to your inner thigh. he takes the same middle and ring finger as before and drags them up through your slit, feeling your wetness without the cover of fabric. you watch him bring them up and put them in his mouth.

you’re staring at him in awe as he sucks them clean.

“something wrong, baby?” he asks.

you quickly shake your head no and he smiles as he goes back to touch you again. he draws light circles on your clit and it quickly has you panting against his chest and desperately trying to control the urge to roll your hips for more friction. his fingers slow their circles as they slip further down your slit, his middle finger teases your hole as you whine.

“why are you whining? is it not enough, baby?” he says, showing fake sympathy. you whine and nod anyway. he gives you what you want anyway and inserts his finger. after fucking you with it for a moment, letting you adjust a little, he adds a second one and that’s what has you moaning on top of him.

he’s careful and purposeful in all of his movement inside you. he watches for all of your reactions and treasures each sound he pulls from you.

he does the classic come here finger curl up in you and you thread your fingers through his hair, effectively fucking it up but stephen doesn’t care. he wants to make you feel so good you can’t think.

he sets his mind to achieving exactly that as he places his other hand in a way that lets him draw circles on your clit with his thumb. he feels you tighten around your fingers and continues what he’s doing. you’re starting to push yourself down further on his hand, wanting to feel him deeper. your sounds fill the room and your slick is all over his hand.

“you’re making such a mess..are you gonna suck my fingers clean after this? would you like that?”

that’s enough to send you over the edge, white hot pleasure floods your lower body. you moan stephen’s name into his neck as he slows his movements to let you ride your orgasm on his fingers all the way out.

he holds you against his chest until you calm down before he kisses you again. “switch places with me, angel” he says.

you do as he says and lay down on the bed. stephen gets back on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. he starts with kisses again, traveling further and further down your body until he’s at your lower stomach.

“can i keep going?,” he asks as he peppers kisses on the top of your thighs.

“jesus christ, stephen. seriously, you can do anything you want. i’ve already begged for you.”

“you also already told me you’d behave but here we are. but okay..i have that in mind.”

he kisses into your inner thighs and sucks harder than you expect but it still feels good. he nips at them with his teeth just a few times.. he can’t help it.

you watch his arms snake around your thighs and his hands are well within view as they rest on your upper thigh and lower stomach again. stephen slowly drags his tongue up your slit and he groans about how much he likes this.

“you taste so good, has anyone ever told you that? its amazing and i like it. i’m going to take my glasses off now so they don’t get in the way.”

he hands them to you and you place them on your nightstand just as he goes in to taste you again. he buries his tongue in between your folds and focuses his attention on your clit. he sucks and licks at it until you’re writhing under his touch. he’s thorough and takes his time exploring and appreciating you when he starts to move his tongue down. he dips into you and he brings his hand down to spread you further to have better access to your hole. he looks up at you, vision a little blurry, but really he just wants you to see how much he’s enjoying it.

he pulls away for a second to play with your clit with his fingers and praise you.

“you’re such a good girl.” he says. he goes back to work with more determination. he’s purposefully putting his tongue inside you and making you whine about how soft and warm he feels fucking you with it. he replaces his tongue with two fingers and reaches deep inside you to a place you can’t get yourself.

he returns his mouth to your clit and sucks lightly until you’re grabbing his hair and gasping at every flick of his tongue. you’re putty in his hands as he fucks you so slow, just for his own amusement. you start to fuck yourself against his hand and face. you’re saying his name like a prayer.

stephen doesn’t change pace he’s just relentlessly trying to make you cum. his goal is to make you feel better than anyone else has—and he is.

he moves his tongue and fingers with a confidence you weren’t expecting, he’s sucking and pushing his tongue inside you any moment his fingers are there. he licks so softly around your hole you think you might cry. he’s patient and refuses to be rushed, he acts like he’s done this 1000 times and he can’t get enough of you as he holds your hips, and when you tell him how close you are he just hums and nods as a way of telling you to please cum on his tongue. he knows better than to change what he’s doing now so he focuses on the contact he’s making against your clit.

tension builds in your core faster than you expected as stephen has you squirming and dizzy with pleasure. he really wishes he could talk you through it right now but that’s a task for another day he decides as he continues to devour you and touch all your most sensitive parts with his soft tongue. you let moan after moan slip from between your lips, not even caring about who could hear. a string of his name over and over falls from your lips as you feel yourself get right to the very edge of your orgasm. a hum of approval of your vocality sends you into an orgasm that lasts far longer than you expected as stephen works you through it.

you’re trying to catch your breath as he rests his head on your thigh and smiles up at you. “maybe i should tutor you even more often,” he jokes.

“thank you. for that. we don’t have to do it again and if i upset you i’m s-“

stephen cuts you off. “upset me? why are you acting like you forced me into this?”

“well i just- i didn’t want to pressure you.”

he shakes his head and nods towards his glasses which he graciously accepts when you hand them to him. he moves from his place between your legs to beside you. he’s laying on his side as you’re on your back; playing with your hair and seeing the sleepiness on your face.

“did you need me to do anything for you? like can i help?”

he’s a little embarrassed but tells you no. “i don’t need help. i actually, you know, finished while i was eating you. you just sounded so fucking pretty,” he starts to explain himself.

“that’s so hot. i want t-“ but you’re cut off again; this time by the door closing loudly and a group of feminine laughter

“shit, what time is it?” you ask as you grab your phone. “stephen, it’s midnight. they can’t know you’re still here; or they’ll think that..” you trail off.

“they’ll think what? that i fucked you? is that such a bad thing?”

“be quiet. stay in here with me until they’ve all gone to bed. or, um, stay the night with me.”

“stay the night?,” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“yeah? for once you wore clothes that were more comfortable so..stay.”

he nods and opens his arms for you to come lay on his chest.

“do you want to go to sleep? or we can watch a movie or something,” you say.

“let’s watch a movie.”

[how-serene]

Anon cause I can't ask from my sideblog, I've never requested anything before but here we go, I couldn't decide so here's a few to choose from, I hope any of these inspire you~

'If you won't take care of yourself, then who will?' - Abner or Bob, dealer's choice

'How is it you're never scared?' - Johnson, I adore the way you write him~

'Don't we deserve to be happy?' - dealer's choice :3c

'Don't you know what you mean to me?' - this one is a longshot but Simon Lynch if you've ever seen his episode

Choice

Pairing - Johnson (Reprisal) x Neutral!Reader

Summary - You ask Johnson a question that's been weighing on you for a while now.

Word Count - 715

Warnings - slightest bit of angst

A/N - Sorry for the lame ass title. I decided to go with Johnson's prompt as I've been feeling very inspired by him lately. Thank you!

July’s summer air was muggy, the humidity sticking to the crevices of your skin. Crickets, and the other sounds of insects surrounded you. The car headlights split between the overwhelming darkness of the field, illuminating on you and Johnson. His arm supported the back of your head, as you snuggled into his side. The worn quilt beneath you two acted as a barrier from the harsh dried patches of grass. 

Up above, a cluster of stars against a black sheet twinkled down at you. Music poured from the portable radio propped up on the hood of the car, the singer unknown to your ears. Yet it was soft and lovely, their voice tugging at the loose threads of your heart. 

Johnson sighed, shifting his body closer to yours. Your hand rested flat against his chest, toying with one of the many sleek black buttons on his shirt. He was speaking about Matty, and Ethan. Something had gone wrong, a run-in that ended poorly (for the others). 

“How is it you’re never scared?” You asked, voice quiet against the night. 

He briefly glanced down at you, sensing the worry in your tone. “What do you mean, darlin?” 

You sighed, moving to sit up and properly face him. His hands tried coaxing you back into his side, your sudden absence leaving a cold gap of space. 

“You’ve been a Phoenix since I met you, Johnson.” You explained, crossing your legs. “And probably longer than that. You talk about things going wrong, run-ins and fights, like it's another Tuesday.” His eyes (as dark as the sky above you) watched, puzzled by your words. 

“God, I imagine it’s probably terrifying sometimes.” You said, staring down at your lap. The question had sat on your tongue for weeks, almost too heavy to hold. It felt almost silly to fret over Johnson’s well-being like this. He alway assured you things were fine, and you expected to hear those same words now. 

Only you didn’t.

“I’ve been a Phoenix for years now.” He confessed, mulling over your question. “Everything about that life sort of becomes second nature to you.” A thought crossed his eyes, quickly diminished as he sucked a breath of air through his teeth. You could see the chips in his stone-faced facade, wanting to come undone around you. 

“I guess to an outsider, it is pretty terrifying.” Johnson continued, eyes looking up at the sky.

“So, it never scares you, at all?” You asked again, knee brushing against his hip. He exhaled, craning his neck to look up at you. His hand found your thigh, where he subconsciously ran his thumb over the jean material. 

“Sometimes.” He whispered, as if it were a secret. 

You felt your heart splinter, as the shimmering of the stars got caught in his pupils. The ballad of some song filtering through the radio filled the gap of silence. About some singer detailing the woes of life, and the hardships he had to overcome. The sharp chirpings of the crickets cut through the music though, nearly deafening. 

Without another word, you crawled back into his arms, where they warmly engulfed you. He nuzzled the side of your face, a kiss (as faint as the wind) left upon your temple. His hands greedily welcomed you, pressing you into his side as if trying to mold your figure into his. 

“I chose this life of a Phoenix.” He said, lifting your hand to pepper kisses across the knuckle. “It’s the only life I got, and it’s alright for what it is.” 

You nodded, as if you understood. Perhaps a small part of you did, somewhere. We’re told we never get to choose our families. But you did, slowly along the way. Sure, people filtered in and out of your life, as they do. But it was beautiful to have a choice altogether, on who you can love. You wondered where you stood though, in-between the family of Phoenix’s and Johnson. If maybe, you held some significance somewhere in-between those two lives. The possibility of there being no gravity to your presences in Johnson’s life sat like a bowling ball in your stomach. 

You searched the sky for an answer, but the stars only winked, providing none. 

Was the choice of love still beautiful if it hurt? 

[deviouz]

i want to cover astarion’s face with lipstick kiss marks ): like imagine how confused he would be when everyone at camp looks at him and giggles or sends questioning looks your way, but how would he know? mirrors don’t quite work for vampires.

“my love, why are they staring?”

“i’m sure it is nothing, dear.”