#the hips up framing and soft lighting almost makes it look like he's in a visual novel lmao

[warlordfelwinter]

just a quick sketch i decided to color

our wildsea character/ship creation session is next week, im so excited. i still haven't chosen a name for him 😭

[entirelysein-e]

『 Big 』

☼ synopsis: Gyomei was a gentle giant, or at least he tried to be but it wasn't easy when he's balls deep inside of you.

☼ character: Gyomei

☼ wc: 1.2k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, sub!reader, size kink, oral (reader receiving), facesitting, fingering, cervix fucking, creampie

☼ notes: he is rotting my brain badly it just won't stop 😩 || requests are open!

Gyomei has always been a gentle giant, his physical appearance small compared to his big heart and that's what made you fall for him. It was the way he cared for his loved ones so dearly, how he held your hand with utmost care as if you'd break at any second. Loving Gyomei was a second nature to you, smiling at the way he panics when he feels like he's been a little too rough, how he makes sure not to raise his voice at you, no matter what or how small he managed to made you look - compared to him, almost everyone looked small. His frame was dwarfing yours when he kissed you tenderly, big hands resting on your hips ever so gently, touch feather light when he moved to cup your cheeks. The way he had no issue lifting you up to make you sit on his lap instead, looming over you made him fear he'd accidentally squish you to death beneath his large frame but you couldn't complain when your hands rested on his broad chest, lips locking once more in a heated yet gentle kiss.

A low rumble came from his chest when you slowly unbuttoned his shirt “petal… are you sure?” He mumbles, stopping your hands from undoing another button. The memory of your pained whines coming back into his head from when you two made love last time, at how he barely fit inside of you and how sore you were after. What he couldn't see however, was how your eyes rolled back into your head and how the drool slipped out of your mouth at how good the stretch felt despite the stinging sensation. “I’m sure Gyo… you make me feel so good… so full,” you whispered as you planted open mouthed kisses onto his chest which made him melt.

Who is he to deny you your wishes, allowing you to undress him further before big hands reached for your clothes, taking them off piece by piece and letting his hands wander over your body to feel your soft skin. This was one of his favorite parts, feeling the goosebumps form under his gentle touch, your nipples pebbled effortlessly when he swiped the pads of his thumbs over them before leaning down to capture one of them between his lips to suck on it eagerly while his tongue flicked over it. Sweet mewls filled the room when he moved on to the other nipple, hands traveling to your thighs.

Gyomei had no issue lifting you from his lap onto his face when he laid back, his tongue swiping through your drenched folds without further warning as he moaned from your sweet taste. Your hands found home in his short hair, gently tugging it when your hips started to move on their own accord, grinding against his skilled tongue only to be held in place by your waist, his tongue dragging torturously slow through your folds until he attacked your bundle of nerves with quick flicks, the change of pace making you cry out his name.

Angelic moans filled his ears, muffled by your thighs squeezing around his head the closer you got, moaning into your sweet cunt when you graced his tongue with your juices, coming undone from the way he was eating you out and Gyomei refused to stop - needing you dripping wet. Only when your clit was so sensitive you couldn't take more of his onslaught he let go of your waist, allowing you to fall off of him but not too far, big hands already spreading your thighs again "Need to get you nice and ready for me, petal," he mused, comforting kisses getting littered on your thighs when a single finger entered you, enough to make you moan once again.

The way you clawed onto his arms made him more eager, forgetting his own size when he pushed a second and third finger into you which left you gasping for air, velvet walls fluttering around the digits and the stretch alone made you come undone once, twice until you were begging for his cock. Your lewd pleas for him made the heat rise up to his cheeks, fingers scissoring you open just to make sure you're ready to take him. Oh how he'd love to see the sight in front of him, cunt sopping wet, leaving a patch on the sheets beneath you just from his fingers. His cock hung heavy, the precum already leaking down onto his fat shaft when he wrapped his hand around it, his huge body once again dwarfing you beneath him, groaning when your hand reached for his length, barely able to wrap your hand around it. Everything was just so small in comparison to him, it made it hard to stay composed but hurting you or even breaking you was something he was genuinely scared of, forcing himself to take deep breaths when he lined the tip up with your entrance, needing slight force to push the head of his cock past your entrance.

Gyomeis jaw went slack at the mewls you let go, his cock slipping into you inch by inch while he praised you until his balls rested heavy against you, hips lined up with yours. “You're taking me so well, flower,” he whispered, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss while your walls still struggled to adjust, feeling them clench around him until you started moving your hips, signaling that he can move. Pulling out almost all the way before pushing himself back inside of you made him see stars, able to feel every ridge in your walls as he did so, your desperate moans filling the room alongside the lewd squelching of your arousal - a sign that he prepared you well enough. The louder your moans got, the more your lover lost himself, his pace quickened as well as the power of his thrusts until he was pounding into you as if this is the last time he will ever have you. Hearing you cry out in pleasure from the way his cock kissed your cervix over and over, almost inside of your womb made his own tears run over his cheeks in thick streams. “You can do it, petal” he moaned, your thighs folded tightly to your chest when he felt you come undone, your cunt squeezing him and milking him from everything he had to give. Heavy grunts fell from his chest when his hips started to rut into you, his cum spurting inside of you and painting your walls white as you wiped the tears from his cheeks until his hips finally stilled and his head came down to hide in the crook of your neck.

It amazed him every time how well you took him despite the strain it puts on your body, but you cry and moan his name so beautifully, begging him for more and more and you both knew that it never just stays at one round, especially not when your walls still fluttered around him after he came, pushing him into overstimulation but he didn't mind it, wanting to give his petal everything she wanted, easily flipping you over so you were now on top of him, letting you choose your own pace. All he wanted was to feel you so close, big hands intertwining with yours when you started riding him.

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . WAKING UP WITH THEM feat. 𝓙𝓤𝓙𝓤𝓣𝓢𝓤 𝓚𝓐𝓘𝓢𝓔𝓝!

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi + itadori yuuji

warnings! none, fluff ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hi it’s been so long + i just got a sudden urge to write with the new season + all! life has been super cray but hopefully i get to do some more jjk again ueueue! back to my roots <3

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU

it was almost a mission getting up next to gojo, or more so having to actually get out of bed when you have your overgrown clingy boyfriend wrapped around you.

his breathing is soft, the rise and fall of his chest is steady and despite the way the light barely breaks into the room you can see the way his lashes still rest along his cheeks.

now’s your chance, you think to yourself as you ease gojo’s arm from where he’s got it draped over your waist — gently as to not jolt him awake as you push yourself closer to the edge of the bed. you gently swing your legs over the edge, but just as you go to push yourself up you hear the slow, drowsy drawl of a man who’s definitely not about to let you do that.

“oh, what’s this? i don’t think so, sweet thing.” your snowy haired boyfriend grunts as his arms take their previous place around your waist from behind, tighter this time before you’re pulled back into his chest with such an ease you almost squeak. you barely heard him move and the speed he always seems to despite the early hours still makes your head feel dizzy.

“you wouldn’t leave me cold would you? where’s your heart?” gojo teases but you note that he’s warm when he’s pushing himself into the crook of your neck, letting his lips graze along the skin there as he chuckles at the way you shudder at the touch. he knows you’re pouting, your little mission not so successful—but he still thinks it’s adorable the way you melt back into him regardless.. like you were secretly hoping for the loss.

“you were literally asleep a second ago.” your words are accompanied by a playful pinch at his cheek before his large palms graze under your shirt, squeezing at your waist as he pulls away to give you a tilted look. his sleepy smirk is in place as it stretches wide before he leans into to press a quick kiss against your lips, then another against your cheek that lingers.

“oh yeah? but i thought i was still in a dream, sweet girl.” crystalline eyes pull back to look over you, mapping out your features like gojo hasn’t already committed them to memory. but you think it’s unfair how handsome he seems to look in the mornings, especially when you’re trying to resist the way he makes you want to give in to his request to stay in bed a little longer.

“yeah yeah, just get up already.”

“nuh ugh, you’ve not even given me my good morning kiss yet. how will i survive the day, hm?”

✩ ˛˚ . GETO SUGURU

you need to get up, geto knows when your alarm goes off for the third time even though it was the first that woke him. “i know you’re awake, pretty girl.” he hums against your temple, but you’re still pressed up into him and every attempt to shake you gently awake has you inching yourself closer to his chest rather than to the edge of the bed.

“come on.” his words are accompanied by the smooth trace of his hands along the curve of your spine and you think it’s a little contradictory, the way he’s making you melt even more into him despite the way it’s supposed to be waking you up instead.

“sugu, but i’m tired.” a kiss to your forehead and a squeeze of his hand at your hips and you hear geto chuckle as he pulls back to look at you — his dark hair still messily framing his features as he pushes himself up.

“yeah? you seemed to be sleeping well when you were snoring.” he teases even as one arm still wraps around you and pulls you into him anyway. chuckling, long and low when you grumble before nuzzling into the crook of his neck to press butterfly kisses along his skin.

“i don’t snore.” you reply before you find yourself lost in him, geto always smelled good, so good you wanted to wrap yourself in him like the blanket you wrap yourself in at night. you hear him hum at your words; like he’s not quite convinced before he’s reaching over you to tap at the alarm, again.

“but we really need to get up.” he sighs but somehow manages to keep you still pressed against him as he sits up, letting you curl up against his chest as the first cold press of morning air rolls over your shoulders while he stretches.

you look up at him with drowsy features but it seems to warm you from the inside out when you notice he’s already staring, a smirk in place before he’s pinching once at your cheek and kissing your lips when they jut out into a pout.

“hey, don’t gimme that look after all of those alarms, pretty girl.”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO

waking up with nanami was easy, or more so being woken up by him. he was always up early, waking you up with a sweet kiss against your cheek, followed by another against your temple. his coffee still lingers on his lips but you think it’s familiar, like it makes the first stretch of the day come a little easier when hes resting over you.

“morning, sweetheart.” his voice is a low drawl but he knows you’ll probably still be in bed by the time he leaves. but you know you’ll walk into the kitchen to sliced fruit on the table and your slippers will be waiting in their place over the edge — perfectly positioned for you to slide into because he knows the floor is a little colder in the morning.

“morning, kento.” your voice is cute, barely audible but nanami’s still close enough to hear it as he lets his palm push gently down the curve of your shoulder — squeezing at the skin affectionately. your eyes are barely open, but you can still feel the way he tucks the comforter over you, sighing softly before he pulls back.

“do you want me to bring in dinner?” he asks, you’re barely awake but he still waits for an answer. a little nod follows and he smiles to himself when you subconsciously roll onto his side of the bed, seeking out the small remainder of the warmth he’d left behind although you’d still rather he be next to you instead.

“then i won’t be late, i have dinner plans now after all.” nanami pulls back to take another sip of his coffee but you still seem to find the consciousness to reach out to grab at the cuff of his shirt. a drowsy blink up at him and he knows he can’t deny you when he’s leaning over you again, leaving you with another few kisses that find him having to smooth down his shirt and hair again afterwards.

✩ ˛˚ . FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

you think it’s charming, the way megumi is already looking at you as you wake, blinking blearily at your dark haired boyfriend as he gives you a content sort of look. you blink again, stretching slightly before you roll onto your side, edging yourself closer before you speak. “were you watching me sleep?”

your question is still drawled as you tease him, barely awake but you can still see the way it makes him jolt slightly — like he’s been caught in a daze as the tips of his ears sting with a blush. “no” but his reply is too quick, followed by a tsk while he’s suddenly looking everywhere but at you with a pout on his lips that only seems to lure you closer.

you giggle as you press yourself into megumi’s side, humming at the grumpy expression on his face because you still think it’s cute the way he lets you climb all over him. “what? i think it’s cute.” he softens at that, slightly as his eyes dart quickly to look at you before they’re gone again.

you let the silence settle for a few moments before you feel his arm reach to wrap gently around your waist, securing you against him before he clears his throat to finally say something. but his gaze remains on the ceiling. “i wasn’t staring..” he begins before he gives you another quick look, “.. you, you just made a sound, i was checking on you.”

you hum at megumi’s little excuse as your press your cheek into his shoulder, failing to hide the way your lips are starting to stretch into a grin that he notices before his brows furrow slightly. “hm? you looked happy about it.” you tease again and you feel his fingers squeeze at your waist slightly as he breathes out a long sigh and curls you closer.

“shutup.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITADORI YUUJI

on the rare occasions itadori seemed to wake up before you, you were never far behind — mostly because he couldn’t seem to wait too long without you. so you always seemed to find yourself woken up by a few messy kisses, pressed quickly into your cheeks, then your neck, then your nose until you’re pushing him away playfully at the way they tickle your skin.

“yuuji! i’m awake..” you huff out as your overgrown boyfriend leans his weight over you, like a giant puppy licking his owner awake in the morning as he sends you a bright grin. you always thought it was cute how pretty he still seemed to be in the mornings, even when his hair is messy and it’s barely 8am— there’s still a soft sort of glow in his eyes when they meet yours.

“morning!” itadori replies, his voice is lower than normal but he still handles you softly despite how tightly he wants to wrap you in his arms. but he was warm, sort of like sunshine and you think you quite enjoy the moments when you get to wake up under the sun.

“do you wanna get breakfast?” you ask softly and you swear you feel your boyfriend squeeze you tighter at that. but your arms wrap around him and he doesn’t think anything is gonna be as good as the feeling of you against his chest right now.

“five more minutes, babe. i wanna cuddle a little longer.” itadori’s words are muffled when he speaks them into your skin, continuing where he left off on his onslaught of kisses as he peppers them across your features. across your cheeks, along your jawline and down your neck until he’s pressing you into your pillows and groaning when you scratch your fingers through his hair.

but you accept, even though in five more minutes you know it’ll be ten.

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[screampied]

hi hi!! Can i req a choso with him being gentle and sweet at sex w reader? :( like he would always be careful and always gives reader praises ahdjshsjeh </3

꒰  warnings . . choso x fem!reader, soft dom choso, praise, size difference, missionary. mdni. wc: 1.1k

choso has to remind himself of how much bigger he is compared to you.

the way his broad frame effortlessly towers over you, especially during intimacy. he’d never wanna break you, his precious girl.

you’d be laid against your back, a perfect position so he can look at you right in the eyes, compliment you with a plethora of sweet sweet praises, kiss you, and even moan in your ear, making sure you know how good you’re making him feel.

“m-missed you,” he’d softly pant—his tip just shakily hovering against your slickness, he licks his lips with a hand gently pressed down against your tummy, a smooth stroke before he speaks in a cute drowsy voice, eyes half lidded. “look at me. here, hold my hand baby. please. ‘s okay.”

you reach to hold his hand, and a tiny smile tugged against his lips, he leans into your neck before he moans at the sudden squeeze your walls give him.

adjusting to him and that feeling always makes him do that thing where he moans out your name against your neck, playfully seeping his teeth against your shoulder. “g-god, don’t let go princess. jus’ hold onto me, okay? i’ll please you good, promise.”

“o-okay.” you swallowed, intertwining your fingers with his, and his fingers were surprisingly cold. the moment his touch ran and collided against yours though, oh how hot and warm he felt.

choso could praise you all day.

his strokes weren’t rough but they were just enough of a good amount to drag out sweet whimpers from you, he’d be pressed up against your ear as his length expands throughout your cunt, prodding against a few of your most sensitive spots to make your legs involuntarily lock around his slim waist.

“hold onto me, jus hold onto me.” he’d hum, and he was whining even more than you. softly licking a stripe up your neck, your right arm hooked around his shoulders, cutely clinging onto him in a romantic missionary position.

choso swallows thickly, peppering many kisses on your face, then it lead down towards your neck and collarbone — before he pauses mid thrust just to say, “oh…you’re jus’ so perfect.”

the way you’d immediately grow flustered at his words, averting your eyes away before lightly squeezing on his arm, moaning for him to keep going because you could still feel him harden and twitch inside of you.

“r-right, sorry baby. just had to admire you for a second…”

his tone was so smooth, almost bittersweet with the way he spoke to you. choso couldn’t help but sneak kisses on your mouth throughout his sloppy thrusts. his hips moved and went at its own reasonable pace — you always found it attractive how he couldn’t stop himself from deliberately moaning into your mouth. he’d always do it whenever his lips went against yours.

“you’re doin’ so good, s-so good, look at how pretty you look underneath me.” he’d mumble, raising his chin up to kiss your forehead.

while in the position, he couldn’t help but be a bit handsy to say the least. just running the very soft tips of his fingers against every curve and inch of your body….slowly.

taking in your breathtaking frame — a word he’d always use around you because that’s how he viewed you. “good girl, are you getting close? want me to s-slow down?”

“no,” you’d moan, wrapping both arms around his neck now. his movements of his hips, a good yet tad bit of a quicken pace had you bite your lip, his body heat, the sheer warmth of it had your mind just spinning. you merely lost your train of thought before you feel yourself approaching a release and your head goes back. “c-choso,” you’d whine out. and the way his eyes immediately light up at hearing his name come from your sweet mouth. “….think ‘m gonna cum, ‘m close.”

“me too, baby,” he’d rasp, his jaw tightens a bit before he leans in to kiss the side of your mouth. his ears—at least the very tips of them grow out to be so hot, feeling your pussy just grip around him and hug him close. “you look so pretty like this, y’know?”

“you’re just saying that.” you shyly utter.

“noooo i’m really not,” he cracks a smile before gasping once you drag his waist closer against you, making him hit against you just a tad bit deeper. “eheh, baby, you’re so frisky. are you sure this isn’t too rough? don’t wanna—”

you cut him off by bringing him into a kiss, it’s like his mind goes straight blank whenever you do that. the way your tongue runs across his, one hand stroking his cheek—for a moment you swear you could have heard him purr, his hair was down so it just prickled against your forehead.

you pull away before moaning, “i’m okay, i promise.”

“yeah?” he’d say, a tiny pout making his lip quiver.

“yeah.” you reassure him, reaching for his hand to squeeze it.

“…okay,” he inhales a breath. you were so cute it was almost too much for him. the way you brush a thumb against his hand, giving him kind eyes that this was what you wanted. he gives you a final kiss on the top of your head before he starts talking you through your orgasm. “just relax, okay? this is all about you, not me. wanna make you feel good.”

and he was so intent on doing that, he studied your facial expressions — the way your eyes would roll a bit in pleasure, your body language and how you’d fail to stay still, squeezing down on his hand.

“i know baby,” he murmurs, kissing the bottom of your chin. “you’re doin’ amazing, just let go for me, hold on tight ‘n don’t let go alright?” and the way his tip, his tip alone massages your inner walls has you stuttering on empty blank words, your mouth was a straight empty canvas. “look at me, hey hey don’t look away,” he whispers. “wanna see those pretty eyes roll when you cum.”

“f-fuck,” you’d babble out, hugging him, if one can consider that hugging. his body weight hovers against you, just rocking back and forth and it was so lewd, his thrusts against you were so sensual it left you with a good taste in your mouth. “okay, okay. c-choso, fuck, h-hold me.”

“i got you.” he’d whisper, it was almost like he sang it. the moment you came, feeling the immense pressure that was building up finally release itself, your legs spasmed and your orgasm was ripped away, you stared at choso before turning away and he smiles to himself. he brings a hand up to your head — a brief head pat, massaging your scalp a bit with his fingers before sharing a deep kiss with you.

he slowed down completely, just slowly rocking against you as your legs twitched, wrapping against his waist and never letting go.

“good girl,” he says between kisses, he tastes so sweet — peppering your entire face with kisses until he cracks a smile from you. “my good girl.”

[hoshigray]

꯳⃘꤫⃛✿ contents: soft dom! true form! Sukuna x afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - anal fingering - oral (f! receiving) - double penetration; anal & vaginal (2 dick! kuna) - missionary position - unprotected sex - pet names ([little] dove, human, pet) - soft sloppy kisses/make-out session.

“Stay still, pet.”

"Yes, Sukuna..."

Let's be real: Sukuna going gentle on you is borderline imaginary – a fantasy that contrasts with the brutality and selfish-centeredness of the King of Curses. However, it’s a sensational moment on the rare nights he is.

The King has you propped below him, back to his futon, and his front facing his. Your lips quiver as you scan across the view, his broad torso engulfing you easily as his lower arms slide you lower. His bare cocks tower over your vulva, the twitch of your insides embarrassing to your notice.

His fingers in your ass have you gripping the sheets beneath, the thick digits stretching you in ways you could never. Fingertips scrape the texture of your insides, whimpers wishing to leave your chewed lips. A tongue on his palm flattens across your cunt, nestling between your inner labia to have every surface wet. It’s been a few minutes of this foreplay, having you accustomed to the thicker limbs he’d bury inside you shortly.

Sukuna then removes his fingers slowly before kissing the tip of the upper cock to your folds and the other to your anus. He catches the minuscule quirk of your thighs. “Don’t move, dove, or this will hurt.” Your eyes glimpse at him and nod — a hesitant gesture yet obedient nonetheless. He’s pleased; a curl to the corner lifts his lips. “Good, now take some breaths for me…”

Crimson orbs observe your stomach, watching the rise and fall of your tummy, assessing the right time. Then, he pushes both cockheads to the entrances simultaneously, another jerk of your body, but you keep breathing. The giant man grasps his dicks while pressing them, groaning at the sensation of your warmth greeting him. “Fuck…” he curses while you gasp, moving them deeper into you. Your hands find his marked pectorals to hold, your legs held up by his thighs almost wrapped together.

“Hooooh, God, Sukuna,” you mewl at the brush of your G-spot and the wholeness of both your holes. “So big…and, f-full…Ahhh!!” The poke of your cervix shuts your eyes immediately, turning your head away instinctively.

However, “Hmph, who told you to look away?” Sukuna’s lower left hand grabs your chin and have you look his way again. “Keep your eyes on me, human, understand?” Albeit the atmosphere is anything but hostile, his intense gaze halts your breath, and your cheeks heat up. You nod curtly, and the pink-haired man moves his hips again. 

Sukuna thrusts into you sluggishly; each pull of his cocks leaves you experiencing the stretch of his girths with every second,  and the push of him stirs your insides just as rapturously as the last. Your lips fall to an ‘o’ shape, and your moans more uncomplicated to fly out with your panted breath. The flex of his abdomen is marvelous to watch, the pleasure intensifying even when the mouth of his stomach licks your belly gently.

Your eyes continue to scan, taking in every detail of the dark tattoos on his skin and the quick tension of his upper arm muscles. How the sunset light is shielded from the shoji frames highlights his massive body, almost as if he came out of a painting. And then — dear God — his four deep scarlet eyes fixed on you, misty with wanton, and his sole human-like eye hooded gorgeously. Again, you turn away, the image too much to handle! And, of course, the behemoth laughs hoarsely with his stomach mouth.

“What did I just say?” He warns you, a smirk stuck on his face as he thrusts again harshly. “Too stubborn to follow a simple order.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you whine from another jab to your womb, and your anus contracts around his second girth. “You just…look too—Ahhaa!!”

He lowers down – the bands of his upper arms come to hold your head. “Too what?” A few more thrusts have your legs around his waist, and the man holding back a laugh that rumbles his stomach like a purr.

“Ohhnn, ‘Kunaa!!”

“Answer me, pet.” He forces you to look at him again. “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

You gulp thickly, the heat on your face worsening under his patronizing temperament. “Because…you look so good when you use me—shit—l-like this…”

He chortles again, and you wish to hide your ears from the sound. “What a stupid reason for disobeying me,” your breath hitches when he kisses your forehead and nose. “But I guess that explains why you’re squeezing me so hard…Hm? You get all shy when looking at how good I fuck you?”

Sukuna’s pace of the hips goes faster, and your hands frantically find his shoulders to purchase. Broken sobs fill the intimate space between you, his heavy balls smacking onto your taint as he drills his dicks so far into you that you can’t keep up. “Ohhhfuuck, oh fuck, fuck!!” You cry, Sukuna adding more weight by placing his substantial forehead onto yours. “Nmmm, ‘Kuna, I’m gonna cum—let me cum on you pleaseee…!”

The giant sighs heavily, groaning at your frequently puckered holes. “You wish to cum on me?” You nod frantically, and he purrs as he brushes his lips onto yours. “Fine, you may.” Before that, he claims your lips with his, and you mewl underneath him as he forces himself to kiss you patiently — in exchange for having you let loose on him.

You sink deeper into the kiss, swirling your tongue with his, exploring his canines, and meshing together with his tongue before he sucks on yours. Compared to the erratic cadence of his hips, the flex of his abs growing feverish, the kiss is comforting, smothering you to the point you’d be breathless, yet you don’t wish to hide the whimpers he’s causing you to make. It makes you wetter and tighter, and you soon fall into your orgasm.

The peak leaves you as a wailing mess, Sukuna drinking your screams and saliva even when your body is trembling uncontrollably. Eyes sewn shut but hiding the roll of your pupils; your brain undoubtedly turned to mush as it hurts to think outside of kissing the man above you and your vagina and asshole fluttering on the two massive lengths buried deep inside you. The tip of his cock grazes your delicate womb once more, his pelvis grinding down for deeper spots to rub on.

“Little dove,” Sukuna lifts his mouth from yours, licking your spit on his lips before you pepper his hot cheek with pecks of your own. “What should you be saying?”

“Mmmm…thank you, Sukuna,” you whisper between smooches. “You always treat me…Hahhh, so well…”

He scoffs faintly to your ear. “And don’t you forget that.”

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[luvsupa]

tags; plug!geto x fem!reader, marijuana usage, geto has lots of tattoos, smut (I think?) shotgun kiss, intense kissing + grinding, mdni

+ likes and reblogs are appreciative! :))

plug!geto who became your very close friend after selling to you almost every week.

plug!geto who sees you every night to have a smoke sesh after dealing the entire day, seeing you is the highlight of his day <3

+ he brings you along when he’s dealing to others, he also makes sure your passenger seat is comfortable with blankets and snacks.

plug!geto who has your contact saved as “wifey <3”

plug!geto who spoils you with anything and everything you want. a new chanel bag? done. new diamond jewelry? done. he just loves seeing you happy with all the gifts he spoils you.

plug!geto who gets flirty with you whoever you two have your smoke sessions.

“sugu…” you trail off as you pass him the blunt you’re both sharing, staring into his red eyes. the high is settling in, making everything feel slow and vivid. he looks incredibly good with his messy bun, strands of hair framing his face. his tattooed arm pats his lap as he spreads his legs wider, inviting you.

you shift closer to him on the couch, straddling his lap. the softness of the couch and the warmth of his body feel amplified, every touch sending tingles through you. geto’s hand creeps up your waist as he looks up at you, his expression hazy and blissful, almost drunk with the high.

“mm… baby, you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he rasps, leaning his head back into the couch’s headrest, his bun slowly coming undone. you smile at his words, taking the blunt from his hand and taking another hit. the smoke fills your lungs, making your head feel light and your body buzz with warmth.

“i wanna kiss,” you say mindlessly, feeling the need for more contact. his hands move to your hips, guiding you to grind against him, the friction making both of you moan. the weed heightens every sensation, making the pleasure ten times more intense.

“i’m all yours, pretty,” he murmurs, lifting his head to gaze at you. his eyes are heavy lidded, filled with desire. before kissing him, you take a long drag from the joint, feeling the smoke swirl inside you. he watches you intently, his impatience clear. you cup his face with one hand, leaning in as he parts his lips, his breath mixing with yours. as your lips brush against his, you exhale, blowing the smoke gently into his mouth.

he inhales deeply, his eyes fluttering shut before he captures your lips in a deep, heated kiss. his tongue teases yours, the taste of smoke and desire mingling. his hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you into a slow, sensual grind against him, feeling him continuously throb as he moans into the kiss.

you can feel the heat building as you move together, his low groans vibrating against your mouth. the shared high makes every touch feel electric, your senses heightened to the point where each brush of his fingers, each press of your hips, feels overwhelmingly good. his lips move with a hungry urgency against yours, and the grinding becomes more desperate, each of you seeking more of the pleasure.

plug!geto who falls madly in love with you and plans a fancy dinner, asking you to be his <33

[tiza0925]

Just a pill | 18+

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, explicit sexual content, afab/female reader, alternate universe, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, fingering, squirting, degradation kink, kuroo is mean in bed but a sweetheart otherwise, praise kink, pet names, dumbification, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cock warming, drugged sex (but it's consensual), SET IN THE FUTURE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Look at you,” His voice is rough, low, and sinful as he looks up at you with a small smirk, eyes hooded, while he has you spread out on his lap—

His muscled thighs provide the perfect amount of comfort for you as you barely manage to keep yourself up—desperately clinging onto his shoulder as your lower lip wobbles. 

Kuroo pouts, almost mocking you with his eyebrows softening, and lets his back lean into the bed frame a little more as he continues to fuck two of his thick fingers inside your cunt. “You must feel so numb by now hm, baby?” 

You shudder, feeling hazy and warm and achy, but you somehow still manage to nod your head as you suck in a deep breath. 

The pills you took were really strong. 

Kuroo was initially hesitant about it—because he knew just how much of a light-weight you are when it comes to getting intoxicated. 

But then you gave him that look—with eyes so big and pleading—telling him that you trust him to take care of you and—

And how was he supposed to say no to that? 

Of course, he’ll take care of you but still—

These pills aren’t exactly weak. 

Which is made very clear right this instant as your eyes turn droopy, and you feel your entire body turn numb but alight with fire at the same time. 

But you don’t regret it one bit. 

No. 

Not when it means Kuroo gets to treat you like this—like some doll for him to tease and fuck however he wants.

To whisper sweet, dirty words and handle you in ways that have you turning into a puddle. 

The kiss he plants on your cheek is gentle and sweet, and your fingers curl into the skin of his shoulders as he slips his two fingers out to run them through your sopping folds to rub your clit. “Were you keeping count for me?” 

You swallow thickly, feeling your mouth dry. “T-two.”

He’s made you orgasm twice already. 

And he hasn’t even fucked you yet. 

You hear him hum, then you feel the warmth of his mouth trail down your neck until his lips find that sensitive spot that makes your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open with a soft sigh. 

Then you feel him murmur against your skin, “You think you can give me another like this?”

And you don’t think you can orgasm anymore. 

Not in this state. You feel so limp and jelly—simply sitting and taking whatever Kuroo gives you—

It’d honestly be a miracle if you cum again. 

You hum, nodding anyway as best as you can even if your head feels too heavy. 

Kuroo’s smile is wide and proud and—

“Oh god—” You whine when you feel Kuroo pinch your clit, feeling a sting of heat shoot up your stomach and chest. 

“Shh,” He soothes you, sliding his fore and middle finger back down your folds, your fluids creaming his fingers before he pushes them back into your fluttering cunt and curls them. “I got you, darling, don’t worry.” 

And you never do when it comes to him. 

He knows what he’s doing—enough for you to completely let your mind go and close your eyes as everything around you disappears and all you feel is liquid pleasure filling your blood. 

You circle your arms around his neck as support, your chin resting on his shoulder, and Kuroo kisses the side of your head as he rolls his wrists, his fingers curling and massaging your walls to build that tight tension in your belly again. 

“You take it so well for me,” Kuroo lets out a low groan, grinding his palm against your clit as he finger fucks you—while his fingers get all sticky with your fluids, and his other hand holds onto your hips. “Such a pretty little doll for me to use, hm?” 

You can only nod at this point as your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs with a breathy moan—your thoughts move like sludge and before you can comprehend what’s happening—

Your orgasm goes through you with a small snap—causing your lower spine to draw tight and your muscles to tense as you moan, clinging onto Kuroo and riding out your third orgasm for the night. 

But he’s not done with you. 

“Good baby,” Kuroo drawls, voice throaty, and he pulls out his fingers that are slicked with your fluids, and he uses that same hand to smack your ass—making you jolt. “Look at me.” 

And you do. 

Slowly.

You pull back just enough to look him in the eyes, and Kuroo’s pupils dilate when he notices just how mentally gone you are.

Then he smiles, all gentle, and tilts his head to the side. “You tired?” 

Yes.

God—you just want to rest now. 

The pills have made you tired, yes, but it’s the orgasm after orgasm that’s taken a bigger toll on you. 

You whine as you nod, but Kuroo only huffs out a low chuckle in response and squeezes your ass. “That’s too bad, isn’t it?”

He’s quick but gentle when he guides you to lay on your back in the middle of the bed, and he takes the rest of his sweatpants off—letting his cock out to give it a few strokes. 

And the thing is—you can tell him to stop. 

Just one word and he’ll drop the whole thing—take you for a bath and call it a night with sweet kisses and gentle massages as he cuddles you to sleep. 

But as tired as you are—

You don’t want this to stop. 

Kuroo’s body envelops you entirely when he hovers over you, one hand beside your head—his body heat so close against yours—while his other hand guides the fat head of his cock through your soaked slit. 

“Your pussy is so messy,” Kuroo’s groan is ragged, and he breathes out heavily as he rocks his hips slightly to have your pussy lips wrap around his girth—coating his length with juices as the tip of his dick kisses your clit. “So sloppy and wet, baby.” 

You can’t speak. 

You’re too busy gasping and mumbling something between a moan and a whine as you scramble to hold onto his muscled back—your legs spreading and wrapping around his waist to bring him closer. 

“So needy, hm?” Kuroo teases as leans down to give your lips a sweet pull with his, kissing you so deeply that you feel your whole body crumble from it and you nearly let out a tiny sob. 

“It’s okay,” He says while pushing the head inside, immediately stretching you wider than his fingers can ever do, and you suck in a sharp breath with tears beginning to form. 

And Kuroo can see the tears lacing your eyelashes—making them wet and shiny—and he merely swipes at one of your eyes with his thumb so tenderly before leaning back. 

And his voice is soft—a huge contrast to the words that slip out of his mouth as he holds onto your waist with both hands, pushing his cock inside you until you think you might feel it in your lungs. 

“Don’t cry, love,” Kuroo coos as he pulls back, the tip of his dick catching at your hole, causing a trickle of your juices to gush out with how wet and messy you are. “You just need to lay there and be pretty for me, okay?” 

“O-okay,” You breathe out harshly, your lips, head, arms—everything—feel numb. “Please, ‘Surou, I—”

Your sentence gets cut short when he decides to push back in at that very moment—making your words bleed into a moan as you feel every part of him spread you open. 

God—

“I know,” Kuroo groans, rolling his hips to set a pace, hearing the wet squelch that your pussy makes as he fucks you—making his head spin. “I know, baby, I’ll make you feel all sore and full with my cum, okay? Just how you like it.” 

And he sticks to that promise soon after. 

He fucks you deep and slow, dragging it out and building that tight ball of heat in your lower stomach until everything in your body feels tense and ready to explode. 

Kuroo stuffs his dick inside your pussy that’s dripping with every thrust—making a mess on the bed and between your thighs—while one of his hands comes to push down on your belly.

“Oh—oh fuck—”

You shake, eyes wide, and your mouth is agape with a silent scream from the pressure on your stomach—feeling the twin sensation of being so fucking full with his cock and him hitting your g-spot over and over and over and—

Oh, god. 

“I—“

You can’t speak. 

You feel mindless and tongue-heavy. 

And Kuroo can tell by the way you hear him let out a knowing chuckle, his pace growing more harsh and needy as he presses his palm on your stomach even lower. “My pretty doll all fucked stupid that she can’t talk?” 

Your entire body shakes, feeling heat flush in your cheeks. 

You nod, panting, uncaring of the degrading words, and Kuroo’s smirk grows. “Poor baby, those pills really did make you all dumb for me, huh?” 

You know he doesn’t mean it. 

Even when he says those words out loud—and through your addled mind—you can hear the notes of affection hanging on those words. 

And for some odd reason—it just spurs you on, even more, making you lose it as you arch your back, your orgasm ready to combust. 

And Kuroo must be able to tell as he lets out a drawn-out groan, raw and low and heavy, and he starts to rock his hips faster—fucking you with the intention to make you feel him in your guts. 

“So tight for me, my love, god—” You cry out a moan, your hands gripping the sheets until your knuckles turn white as Kuroo fucks you through your fourth orgasm for the night. 

This one feels like a snap against your clit, an explosion of heat and buzzing pleasure spreading throughout your body, and your vision turns blurry as you shake. 

But that’s not the only thing. 

“Fuck, baby, keep going,” You faintly hear Kuroo’s voice, but you have lost every sense of self and feeling to know what he’s talking about and the fact that you’re squirting all over his dick—soaking the bed and his thighs in the process. 

He continues to fuck you through it—leaning down to kiss you with his tongue licking inside your mouth like he needs to taste every inch of you—

And all you do is lay there and take it, silent tears running down your cheeks as he pumps his fat cock into your squirting pussy—all abused and puffy and drenched—until his dick finally throbs, letting out thick spurts of cum inside you. 

Filling you up like he said he would. 

“You’re such a good girl, taking me all so well like a good little slut, baby,” Kuroo mumbles against your quivering mouth, licking your lips and then your cheek to catch a few tears. “I’ll make sure you keep all of it, okay?” 

You’re so fucking out of it. 

You don’t care about the mess or how dirty you are. 

Your eyelids are ready to drop and you’re so close to passing out that you move with little resistance as Kuroo carefully turns you on your side to lay on the bed—and he goes to lie down, cock still inside you, pulling your back flush against his chest, your fluids and sweat mixing seamlessly. 

He kisses your neck and holds you tight, both of you breathing heavily as your bodies move in tandem, making you keep his dick warm for the time being to make sure his cum stays inside. 

And then—

“You okay?” 

Even though sex with Kuroo is always mind-blowing. 

Without a doubt one of the best things to experience in life—

The way he treats you after? 

The tender kisses, light touches, words full of praises and affection right after? 

That’s what you love just as much. 

He knows how to make you feel loved—secure—after sex. 

You hum, sleepy and sluggish, and snuggle up to him, your pussy still twitching every now and then as you two lay there, cuddled and basking in the other’s warmth. “I’m okay.” 

He’s the sweetest man you’ve ever been with, treating you better than you’ve ever known by other people—even if he fucks you like you’re a whore sometimes. 

And you honestly wouldn’t ask for it any other way. 

End.

Masterpost

[nanaslutt]

shameless

ʚ pairing: college fuckbudy au sukuna x reader

ʚ cont: fem reader, fuckbuddies, public sex, degradation, praise, dirty talk, rough sex, biting, manhandling, teasing, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI (18+)

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"Shut up." He groaned against your ear, the pressure of his hand against your mouth getting stronger as he fought your noises. "I said shut up." Sukuna had a strong grip on your hip, using the leverage he had there to yank your hips back against his pelvis, allowing him to bury his cock deep inside you with each thrust.

Just outside the closet, you could hear people calling out for one another. The sound of the basketball hitting the hard ground and squeaky shoes was only backround noise in your head, as the sound of Sukuna's soft grunting and heavy breathing in your ear took over the majority of your senses. Sukuna pressed his lips together when you squeezed your thighs tightly and almost doubled over as his cock hit a deep spot inside you, making you stand on shaky legs.

"Do you want everyone to catch you whoring yourself out in here? Huh?" Sukuna whispered against your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your hands balling into fists against the hardwood of the door in front of you. You tried to shake your head against his palm, doing your best to answer while your mouth was being covered.

"You sure? Cos you sure are being fucking loud." He groaned, slamming his hips into yours as he spoke, making you yelp against his hand. Sukuna pasued his thrusts, burying his cock as deep as he could inside you as he released your hip and grabbed your throat, using both hands on your neck and face to turn your head to the side to face him. It was dark in the closer, save for the sliver of light peeking through the center of the double doors, but that small amount of light was more than enough to see his expression, how irritated he looked.

Sukuna pressed his mouth only a hair length away from his hand that covered your own, his eyes staring into yours like he was trying to look into your soul. His nose scrunched before he tipped his chin up and spoke, "Shut the fuck up." He whispered pointedly, raising his eyebrows as you. You furrowed your eyebrows and whimpered into his hand, feeling a new wave of arousal bubble up in your stomach from his harsh words.

Sukuna practically yanked your head forward again, releasing your neck harshly to grip your hip again. The man started up his ruthless pace once more, the squelching from your cunt now louder than before. Sukuna dropped his head on your shoulder, pressing both of your bodies against the door. You could feel his hard, muscled frame rubbing against your own as he rolled his hips expertly into yours, his cock rubbing your gummy walls just right.

"So fucking tight, you're so tight." He groaned, his hand gripping your hip firmer, sure to leave a bruise for you later. You could only whine and let your body go limp in his hold as he fucked into you how he pleased, using your cunt like his own personal fleshlight. "You sure know how to take a cock, you know that? Just wish you weren't so fucking noisy." He growled before sliding his hand under your skirt and finding you clit with ease.

You hunched forward, your feet shifting as you caught yourself from falling over. You were saved largely from Sukuna pressed so tightly against you. "You're so weak." He insulted, forcing his knee between your legs from behind to keep you steady in case you tried to fall over again. "Just cum, stop trying to run away," Sukuna growled, turning his head into your neck. You felt his teeth scrape over your skin, making you arch your back into him.

Sukuna's breath caught in his throat as you fucked yourself back against him just from that little movement. His thrusts started to grow sloppier, as did his fingers on your clit as he tried to get you there with him. "Gonna cum on my cock in front of all these losers?" Sukuna teased, sucking on your skin between his words. "Look how fucking close they are." He continued, peeking up to look at your expression from the side.

When he saw your eyes were pressed tightly together, his face screwed in displeasure. The hand around your mouth gripped the bottom half of your face firmly, forcing your head up to look through the crack of the closet, just big enough for one of your eyes to look out of. "I said look." He teased, watching you carefully to make sure you opened your eyes as he held your face up. Sukuna winced when he felt your walls squeeze around his cock.

"Oh you like this, huh?" He teased, pressing himself harder against you, all while fucking into you steadily and rubbing your clit in hard, fast circles. You shook your head vehemently, both of your hands leaving the door to grip his thick wrist tightly to ground yourself. "Slut, your body is honest, no need to lie." His name-calling made you feel like you were going to burst at any second.

Your thighs shook around your own, the closer you got the harder it proved to stand on two legs. His body heat and the pressure of him against you was overwhelming, the sounds of the people practicing just feet away from you drowning out in your head as you succumbed to the pleasure he brought you. "Yeah that's right, cum all over my cock, let me feel it."

Sukuna bit your earlobe between his teeth, his tongue poking out between his lips to soothe over the harsh bite as his lips wrapped around it in tandem, the gentler touch making you go dizzy. Sukuna bit down hard on his teeth, the muscles in his jaw bulging under the weight of them as his own eyes fluttered in their sockets. He felt the heat of his high boiling inside him, reading his release in his heavy balls that slapped wetly against your ass.

Your jaw went slack as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, your body curled in on itself, forcing Sukuna's to follow as your knees gave out and you fell to the ground. Sukuna's moan got caught in his throat as he came, his hand leaving your clit and mouth to wrap tightly around your midsection, keeping your lower half against him as he weakly thrust into you while he released his load, his knees parting around your body as the two of you slowly hit the floor, shaking in each others embrace.

Your own arms wrapped around Sukuna's that held your body as you shook and spasmed while your cunt milked his cock for all it was worth. The small equipment closet was filled with gasps and groans as the two of you fought to catch your breath. Sukuna's hot breath on your shoulder could be felt through your clothes. Even though he was wearing a condom, you could feel how much he came, could feel how he filled the condom up inside you, his balls emptied into it.

He pulled out with a groan, placing one arm on the door in front of him, the other coming behind him to grab his cock and pull off the used condom. "Fuck, get on the pill already, this condom barely holds in shit," Sukuna complained, tucking himself into his pants before he stood behind you, tying the used condom into a knot. "No way, I don't feel like having your cum dripping out of me all day, god knows you wouldn't pull out." You sighed, adjusting your panties back to cover your ruined cunt on the ground.

Sukuna leaned down and hoisted you up from under your arms, his hands curling around your body and pressing your back against him once you were steady. "You would love that shit, whore." He teased, finishing his sentence with a laugh as you jabbed your elbow back into his stomach, forcing him to release you as you fixed yourself, leaving the man still laughing to himself.

"How long until their practice is over? It's too hot in here." You complained, fixing your hair the best you could with minimal light and no mirror. "Just walk out." Sukuna shrugged, saying it like it was obvious. You were about to shoot his stupid idea down before he pushed you out of the way and unlocked the door, pushing the large swinging door open with no care in the world.

The boys playing basketball were too absorbed in the game to notice your presence as Sukuna stepped out and started walking on the outside of the court like he didn't just get done fucking you in there. You stood behind the door watching him walk out without a care in the world, only pausing his pace when he realized you weren't behind him. "Hurry up." He grunted, hands in his pockets. You shook your head, sighing as you responded. "Fucking shameless."

[graveyardcuddles]

Nectar - Astarion x Pregnant Fem!Reader nsfw One-Shot

18+ Minors DNI

A/N: Astarion makes love to his pregnant wife in the sun. That's it, that's the plot.

(also my first time attempting smut).

Tags/warnings: fem!reader, pregnant reader, pregnancy kink, pregnancy sex, breeding kink, oral sex (fem receiving), PiV sex, praise kink, body worship, super light teasing, extremely soft astarion, fluff, ooey-gooey lovey-dovey porn. also vampires can purr now bc I say so.

Word count: ~ 2500

The sweet smell of sun-warmed grass tickles your nose as you stir from your half-sleep. The leaves of the tree you were resting under rustled in the breeze, shimmering filtered sunlight over your resting spot. The warmth of the day had lulled you into a deep state of relaxation, the background melody of birds singing and insects buzzing almost hypnotic. Your upper half was comfortably shadded under the tree while your lower half was basking in the gentle sunlight. A thick blanket had been laid out underneath you, and a few throw pillows from inside had even been brought outside to maximize your comfort. Under your head, at your sides, a couple tucked under your hips and lower back. You needed all the comfort you could get now that you were in your seventh month of pregnancy. The novel you had been reading was now perched on your belly, forgotten about for now. Astarion, meanwhile, was resting in his favorite spot: between your legs.

His head lays at the apex of your thigh, nestled where it met your hip. His cool face was pressed against the swell of your belly - one arm snaked under a plush thigh. His other arm reaches up to cup the side of your belly. He's practically using you as a pillow, but you can't complain.

He had asked to cuddled up against you so sweetly - "May I, love? You're just so terribly soft, so lovely..." mumbled into your skin as he climbed into your lap like a cat.

You could hardly say "no" after that. His cold body provided a delightful contrast to the summer heat. A palm rests alongside the curve of your stomach, and the fingers of his other hand delicately run up and down your inner thigh, occasionally stopping to dig ever-so-slightly into the abundance of your flesh. You feel one of his pointed ears pressed into the lower curve of your belly, listening to the lifesong coming from within you: The double heartbeats of his wife and baby.

You look down and see the curve of your belly rising and falling gently with your breath, his head tucked up just to the side of your bump. You reach down and pet his hair, fingers winding around his curls. You feel him smiling against you. His hands continue to roam up and down your legs, nose nuzzling into your stomach. One hand wanders down under the short heam of your sundress to gently grope the cheek of your ass. "Ah! Naughty..." You scold him. He responds only with a satisfied hum to your belly.

You can't help but indulge him like this, though. He couldn't get enough of your body ever since it started growing to accommodate your little one. It had stared as a point of pride that he had simply managed to get you pregnant at all. But the more you began to show, the more reverent his gaze and touch became.

"Only you could make the impossible possible like this, my love. You were always full of surprises," he'd say, hands exploring your new curves. "And I must say this is one of my favorites you've sprung on me thus far."

He's always touching you - keeping a hand on the small of your back as you brush your hair in the mirror or coming up behind you to wrap his arms under your belly. The moment any insecurities around your changing body are brought up, he strikes them down immediately.

"I forbid you to feel ashamed at how beautifully your body is growing, darling. That's our baby you're growing. You're stunning, my love. A vision."

Astarion was still ever himself as always, though. One morning, you had dragged your tired frame out of bed before him and started padding your way over to the closet when you heard a snort come from under his breath. You turned around to see him watching you from bed, hand pressed over his mouth and failing to contain his laughter. After shooting him a very confused look he managed to compose himself.

"Oh, my little love," he said almost apologetically. "You um," he cleared his throat and looked a bit nervous, and perhaps for the first time ever, lost for words. "You have a...a bit of a waddle to your step, darling," he said as diplomaticly as possible as he made his way over to you.

You were seriously contemplating throwing the nearest shoe at him when he quickly added, "And it's absolutely adorable," he presses a kiss to your forehead, soothing the fury that was quickly rising up in you.

A sudden kick elicits a groan from you, and you rub over the sore spot. Astarion shifts and lifts his head from your thigh, rolling on his stomach to splay his hands out over your belly. He stares up at you from between your legs. "Are you alright, my dear?" He asks while watching you carefully for any signs of more pain. You stretch lazily and smile at him. His concern for you tugs on your heartstrings.

"You're incredible." He held you and cooed sweet nothings in your ear as he wiped away the angry tears. "My little miracle maker, creating life from unlife." He kisses you until you stop sniffling.

"The sway of your step just shows how strong you are, my love. Strong enough to carry our precious little dhampir, my brilliant girl." Eventually, after a long massage session, all was forgiven.

"Hmm. Are you still comfortable, darling? We can always go back inside if you'd like." His fingers make cold soothing circles on your warm belly, and suddenly, the desire pooling between your legs feels unbearable.

"Yes, my heart. Just some kicking." He lifts your dress up and over the curve of your belly, exposing it to the sun. He traces the stretchmarks on your lower belly with his fingertip. The contrast of the sun's warmth on your sensitive skin and his cool fingers tracing over where your taut skin has stretched to grow and give and make way for your baby feels heavenly.

The sensation sends off unexpectedly strong sparks all over your body before you know it you're already breathy. "Ahhh- Astarion!" He smiles and presses kiss after kiss on your bump. You gasp softly, your desire overflowing quickly as you find yourself increasingly sensitive to his touch.

"Oh...No, I'm alright to stay out out here for now," you mumble to him, a bit breathless. "I'm enjoying the sun." He buries his face just under your swell, inhaling deeply where your thighs meet. "Good girl, let me take care of you."

He nuzzles his nose along the thin waistband of your underwear. You breathe deep as you feel him hold a kiss over the thin wet line forming over your panties. His open mouth teases you, lips and tongue prodding and tugging at sensitive puffy flesh. Both his hands come up to cup your ass and hold you to him as he kisses you impossibly deeper through your soaked panties. His hands run down your legs, catching on your ruined undergarments and pulling them down to discard them. He gently parts your thighs as he leans back to admire you.

"Beautiful," he mutters to himself like a prayer. "So beautiful..." He's staring down at you through hooded eyes, his pupils so blown out with just you can hardly see the red there anymore. That predatory vampiric gaze that would normally prelude a bite to your neck. Instead, he drinks you in every other way that he can. Touching, smelling, tasting you. He massages the heel of his palm over your puffy mons, drawing out long pleasured cries of his names. His hand comes down to cup your sex, playing with your pussy teasingly. The drawn-out lazy motions already have you crying out.

"Oh my sweet girl," he coos as he leans foreword, carefully hovering over you and gently kissing you. Grounding you. The hormones coursing through your body already have you panting and shaking. "Use your words. Tell me what you need." You catch your breath, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and grounding yourself in his scent. "You. Need you. Please, make me feel good."

He kisses you deeply before trailing kisses from your mouth down your neck. He moves to your chest, kissing over where your heart pounds against the skin. He gently cups your tender breast, aching badly these days. He nuzzles and kisses them delicately. Finally, he slows down over your bump again. He grabs you by your thighs and hooks them up on his shoulders. You look down at him and see his ruby eyes disappear under your belly. Not being able to see him added to your anticipation.

You gasp as you feel his cool, flat tongue give a long, lazy lick up your slit. It feels like pleasantly cool water refreshing your overheated core as he laps again and again, his pace excruciatingly slow. You try to control your breath and clutch at the blanket below you as he indulges in you, but your body is buzzing with euphoria. You attempt to buck your hips against his face despite the added weight on your pelvis. He wraps his forearms around your thighs and pulls you to him, kissing you deeply over your clit before resuming his meal, feasting even deeper.

He groans, relishing in your taste, as his head works up and down, over and over again - pressing the flat of his tongue over you with a little more pressure each time. You let out a high-pitched keen and felt your pussy spasm desperately around nothing. You were shocked at how close you already felt to the edge.

"Remember to breathe, darling." He mumbles cheekily, one hand coming up to rub up the side of your hip. Your hand finds his, and your fingers intertwine. He's decided you've had enough teasing, and you cry out again as he presses his mouth fully into you. His tongue slots into your aching pussy, nose buried in your clit and his brow rest gently against your swollen mons. He lets out a deep groan of satisfaction as he nuzzles his nose and mouth into you, collecting your nectar. You try to control your breathing as you whine and moan and squeeze his hand as he holds you steady.

You can feel him grinding his pelvis into the ground, clearly needy for his own stimulation, but he remains focused solely on you. The pained groans from his throat suddenly evolve into deeper growls and then a rumbling from within his chest. He presses his tongue flat against you, dragging it along you again and again, so deliciously slow each time you try and escape from the feeling, but he holds you through the overstimulation. His grinding becomes more urgent. He suckles at your clit and you cry out a long strangled moan as your legs clamp down around his head, your inner thighs rubbing his sensitive ears.

Deep vampiric purrs resonate out from his chest and travel up his throat. You can feel the vibrations running from him to you, his pleasure spurring on your own. He pushes two fingers inside you and pumps them in and out rhythmically while sucking your clit in time. It's too much, and the only way you can maintain your breathing is keen and cry out each breath. Your cries feed his purring in a feedback loop, making them stronger and threatening to topple you over.

His fingers curl upwards inside you, and the combination of sensations finally does you in. Pulse after intense pulse rapidly throbs through your overstimulated pelvic muscles, contracting around Astarion's fingers as you ride it out. You wail as he continues to hold the suction over your clit as you cum, intensifying your orgasm. Jolts of ecstacy lance through your belly and spread out to the rest of your body in waves. Your head spins, your nipples tingle at the slightest friction from your dress, and when you close your eyes, you see bursts of color. The almost painfully intense throbbing in your core tappers out into fluttering pulses, a puddle of slick having pooled underneath you.

Your head lolls back and you gulp down air, legs shaking as Astarion gives you a few more licks for good measure. Once you ride out your orgasm he kisses you, checking on you to make sure you're not hurt. You nod through your post-orgasm haziness that you're alright. More than alright, really.

"Darling," Astarion groans as if he's in pain, palming at the tent in his pants. "Can I finish inside you? Please, I need to be inside you, love."

You smile and begin to move to your side, already supported by your many cushions. He guides you into position, laying on your side with a pillow under your belly. Your dress is fully pushed up, laying yourself bare before him. Astarion pulls out his cock and you feel the precum dripping on your thighs as he lifts your leg gently. He carefully lines himself up with your slick entrance and pushes himself in. He leans foreword and shudders but holds your leg steady, his other hand never leaving your belly.

He groans your name like a prayer, moving in short, fast thrusts as he quickly falls apart. He mutters incoherently in his bliss.

"Sweet girl, my sweet girl. So good to me, having my baby. My love, all mine."

He loses his pace, and his thrusts become choppy. His brows furrow together, and his fangs peak out from his upper lip as he lets go. He calls out your name as he cums, and you feel his release throbbing deep within you, drawing a few more spasms out of your sensitive pussy and making you both moan.

With the both of you now breathless he pulls out gently, cum leaking all over your thighs. He kisses your ankle as he gently lays your leg back down. Astarion moves to lay behind you and wraps his arms around your taut middle. He nestles in close, listening to your heartbeat slow down from your lovemaking. Your hand finds his, and you lace your fingers together again. As you begin to dift off into semi-consciousness, Astarion scoops you up effortlessly despite your pregnant frame. He smiles to himself, thinking he has the whole world in his arms.

"Let’s get you inside, my dear."

[rebelfell]

shelter from the storm

eddie munson x fem!reader

When your power gets knocked out, your neighbor comes to check on you and make sure you’re okay. Among other things.

18+, MDNI 2.8k

cw: plus-size reader, drinking/smoking, references to r’s shitty ex/domestic disputes, some good old making out & grinding.

The lights in your trailer barely flickered as the storm outside knocked out your power. 

In an instant you were plunged into total darkness, broken up only by brief flashes of lightning that struck overhead. The silence that engulfed you was almost oppressive, the outage having silenced everything, down to the ambient noise you had grown so accustomed to you only noticed it missing once it was gone—the distant drone of your A/C unit, the steady hum of your fridge, the static buzz of your radio.

They all ceased at once, leaving only the sounds of the storm.

You’d curled up on the sofa just as it was getting starting, your eyes drifting from the old black and white movie playing on your TV to watch the trees bend and sway in the howling winds, dark clouds heavy with rain rolling in to blot out the sun.

And if you just so happened to catch a glimpse of your next door neighbor outside weatherproofing his windows, dressed in nothing but gray sweats slung dangerously low on his narrow hips and toned, tapered waist…

Well, that was just a bonus.

You certainly hadn’t chosen this spot in particular for its view of Eddie’s place. And it wasn’t like you had sat here many, many times before to watch him lounging on his porch, strumming his beat-up acoustic, or doing maintenance on his van in a sweaty tank top that clung so artfully to his lean frame, showing off sinewy, tattooed arms that flexed with every crank of a wrench and made your mouth run dry imagining his veins bulging while he cranked something else.

No, you simply enjoyed watching the storm. Seeing the rain come down in sheets, darkening the earth and tamping down the dust of the main dirt road. You found it oddly soothing to see the garishly bright cracks of lightning split the sky before the BOOM of thunder that followed.

At least until the power went out.

You jumped slightly at it, in spite of yourself, heartbeat picking up in your chest as the sound of your heavy breathing filled the air. You inhaled deeply, taking a moment to steady yourself only for you to jump all over again as someone started knocking rhythmically on your front door.

It was Eddie. And he was drenched.

In the handful of seconds it must have taken him to leave his place and cross the road, he had been effectively soaked through.

His clothes were clinging to him, his white shirt translucent enough in some places you could see the black ink drawings scrawled on his skin under it. And his long hair, typically all frizz and fluff, had started to form into wet clumps, his short bangs plastered to his forehead, water running down his soft features. And his pants…

Well, you couldn’t even trust yourself to look down at his pants right now.

But even in his current state, his smile still shone like pure sunshine as he grinned and motioned behind you inside your darkened trailer.

“I saw your lights went out too,” he said. “Wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

“Oh…oh yeah, I’m–I’m fine,” you replied, shifting excitedly under the intensity of his gaze.

“You sure? You look a little…” His eyes flickered as they ran up and down your body, lingering on the sight of your bare legs in your sleep shorts, your thighs pressed tight together. “...spooked.”

You swallowed harshly, practically gulping as his eyes returned to your face.

“N-no, I’m just—” you tittered nervously, “Sorry, it must be the storm. I’m fine, really.”

“Oh. Okay. I, uh…I guess I’ll be going, then” he said, glancing out at the storm raging beyond the cover of your porch. You felt your bottom lip pull between your teeth as you watched him turn.

“Eddie, wait!”

You called out to him, words tumbling forth in a mad dash. For a moment, you feared the storm might be too loud and he wouldn’t hear you over it, but it seemed your voice had risen enough to make him pause, his foot hovering over the top step, Adidas slide being pelted with rain.

“Do you want a drink?” you asked.

He looked back at you over his shoulder and then slowly swiveled back around, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smirk. You licked your lips, still trying to be coy as you held his gaze.

“I made up a cooler in case the power went out,” you explained. “Y’know, just to avoid opening up the fridge. Wasn’t exactly expecting to need it so soon, but…”

You gave a little shrug of your shoulders and leaned up against the door frame. Eddie’s eyes traveled all across your body again, and from the salacious look in his eyes, you might have thought you’d just offered to blow him right there on your porch. Which you hadn’t. Not yet, anyway.

He jerked his chin lightly in a nod, Cheshire Cat grin spreading. Teeth showing.

“Sounds perfect, sweetheart.”

Eddie settled himself in on the couch while you went to retrieve a pair of beers from the cooler, lighting some candles along your way.

Seeing the one you’d preemptively set out on the coffee table, he leaned forward and dug his Zippo from his pocket. He lit it on his thigh, dragging it towards his body to open the top cover and then flicking it forward against his pant leg to strike it.

A long flame emerged from the silver box and he touched it to the wick, face bathed in the same wash of warm, orange light as when he lit up a cigarette or a joint. He caught your eye as you watched him from the kitchen and you chuckled when he started to expertly flip the lighter over and under his fingers, shiny metal catching the candlelight before it was tucked away.

He held his hand out for the beer you extended as you approached and you tried not to think too hard about just how large it looked as it wrapped around the emerald body of the bottle, his chunky silver rings only making his long fingers look all the more delectable. The flame from the candle on the table reflected in his eyes that had gone black in the dark. As though they were all pupil.

“Nice view,” he smirked, his gaze dancing as he nodded out the window at his own trailer.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, settling into the cushions. “Except for when my neighbor’s out there.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie’s brow arched, crooked smile still spread wide. “He must be super distracting. Can’t keep your eyes off him, can you?” 

You scrunched your nose, bobbing your head.

“More like I can’t get a minute of peace with all the racket he makes.”

You stuck your foot out to kick him, but gasped softly as he wrapped his hand firmly around your ankle and pulled your leg into his lap. Your toes wiggled against his thigh and Eddie’s grip on you loosened. He brushed his fingertips in swirling circles up your bare calf, letting them drift lightly over your skin until he heard your breath stutter and felt you shiver under his touch.

Shit. How long had it been since someone had touched you like that?

Eddie stopped himself halfway to your knee, eyes lifting to meet yours from under a raised brow in a silent question of, is this alright?

And you aren’t quite sure of your answer. 

You’ll have to let him know once you figure out whether or not you’re dreaming.

A clap of thunder outside restarts your heart in your chest. Your whole foot flexed instinctively, the dampness under it reminding you of how he had arrived, soaked through and dripping.

“Do you want some dry clothes?” you asked, drawing your leg back and tucking it underneath you. “I have some stuff you can wear, y’know. Sweats and a tee shirt.”

No underwear, but you don’t say that. 

Eddie’s tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek and he stared intently at your mouth as he thought, startling when he realized how long he’d been quiet for. Like he forgot how to talk.

“I’d love it,” he said, eyes never leaving your lips.

You slinked back towards the bedroom and went to your closet to dig out the last lone box of your ex’s shit—your spite box, for lack of a better term. It contained all the things he’d been asking you if you’d seen anywhere since he moved out.

Things you felt he no longer had any right to.

Among them, a Venom tee from their Seven Dates of Hell tour you’d found at a flea market and he’d just started wearing because it was “too small for you, anyway,” apparently; and a pair of cashmere joggers you’d splurged on as a gift when he burned a hole in his regular pair.

“Bathroom’s through there,” you said, nodding towards it as you held out the clothes to Eddie.

He rose off the couch abruptly, crowding into your space so your bodies were just inches apart. His scent came off him and made a home in your nose, thick and musky like suede and a bit earthy like the weed he might have smoked earlier or maybe even had on his person.

You found yourself fluttering at the sudden intrusion. But you didn’t dare pull away.

His face was even more beautiful up close, littered sparsely with freckles you had never noticed before. The lines under his cheeks so deep you could see them even when he wasn’t smiling. The slightly round, almost bulbous tip of his nose that added to his soft features.

Warmth enveloped your fingers as he laid his hands over yours to take the clothes from you, so much electricity buzzing between you you half expected all the lights to jolt back to life.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he purred. All low and rumbly like the distant thunder.

You tried to answer, but with your mouth and throat suddenly achingly dry for some reason, you could only nod as he brushed past you to go change. Blaming the lack of A/C for the way your face flushed and how your chest heaved, struggling to draw air into your lungs.

Reaching for your beer that was already starting to sweat with condensation, you gulped down a long swallow merely for some relief. And you nearly spat it out at what you saw next.

You couldn’t see Eddie, but he left the door open while he changed and his top half was just barely visible in the mirror. He was mostly shrouded in shadows, but the flame that flickered in there danced over the shape of his torso and the angular planes of his back as he turned.

The soft clinking sound of him undoing his belt preceded him dropping his pants, revealing that slutty little waist of his and the very top curve of his ass. Internally, you cursed your mirror for cutting off where it did and then chastised yourself for even looking.

Fucking pervert, you thought bitterly.

You returned to the couch and forcibly turned your head back towards the window. The rain was coming down so hard now you couldn’t even see Eddie’s place. It made your heartbeat quicken at the thought that he might not want to go back out in it anytime soon. That he might stay.

“These belong to numb nuts?” Eddie asked from behind you with a smirk you could hear.

He plopped himself back down on the sofa, so close it made you bounce slightly on the middle cushion, his knee now brushing with yours.

You paused for a moment, admiring the sight of him. The shirt was a little big, but it hung nicely on his broad shoulders and he’d tucked the hem partially into the waistband of the joggers. They certainly looked a lot better on him than they ever did on your ex.

“Technically,” you smirked back, “I kept them in lieu of alimony.”

Eddie smiled, but it fell slightly, his eyes cast downward to where your knee met his. He ran his thumb over the valley between them, touching yours and then his in a steady rhythm.

“You doing alright?” he asked. “With all that?”

You shrank slightly, thinking of all your fights with him Eddie might have overheard. All of the times you slammed the door as you stormed out and went to sit on the picnic table in your robe and slippers, eyes stinging as you tried not to cry.

You were so tired of crying.

More than a few times, Eddie had happened to come out with a cigarette while you were there. He always shrugged off your apologies, like he didn’t know what you were talking about when you told him you were sorry about the noise.

He’d just shook his head and muttered, don’ ever need to apologize to me for that as he pulled a Camel from his pack with his teeth.

Before long, h’d started to pull out two and lit them both at once before handing you the spare.

“I think I am, actually,” you said, surprising yourself with how true it was. “I…I don’t think I realized just how much of his shit I was carrying around with me until I put it down.”

Eddie nodded thoughtfully and his eyes flitted back up to your face, a proud smile on his lips.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice far too deep and his eyes too dark for you to mistake his intentions.

The praise trickled down your spine like you were underneath a shower head with a slow leak.

It made you squirm with need, nearly convulsing you wanted so badly to turn on the tap full blast and let the water spray down your back.

Eddie licked his lips and he nodded downward, making you think for one mind-melting second that he was trying to get you to look at his cock. But he was just indicating the pants on his legs.

“These are so soft,” he hummed. And your eyes followed his hand as he rubbed it back and forth across his own thigh before they lifted to meet his gaze. “You wanna feel?”

He shifted down in his seat, letting himself sink fully into the cradle of the cushions. Both his feet planted solidly on the floor, legs spread slightly apart so his lap looked like the most inviting and enticing seat you’d ever seen in your life. It made your heart hammer as you stared at it.

“C’mover here, pretty,” he said, patting his thigh once more. “Please?”

Your head shook on instinct. “Eddie, no, I’m—”

He silenced the too heavy already queued up on your lips by wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and pulling your face into his. He licked the words right off your tongue and swallowed them down like they were his abandoned beer.

The surprise of his mouth on yours made your mind blank, your body and instincts taking over completely as you scrambled on top of him.

As your knees settled on either side of his hips, he groaned deeply—not in pain, not grunting with effort, just with the pure joy of finally getting to feel your weight settling onto him.

His arms slid around your waist and he squeezed you against him even tighter, encouraging you to give more of that exquisite pressure. He kissed you until your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, your head falling forward to lay on his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath.

You inhaled more of his scent, extra concentrated at his neck, making you dizzy with his musk. 

He kissed along your shoulder, to your neck, to the lobe of your ear he took between his lips and sucked on it like it was your clit—hard.  And your reaction was more or less the same as if it was.

Your back arched, chest squishing up against his until his chin rested in your cleavage. His arms un -wound from around you to run his hands up the curve of your spine, making you shiver when his fingertips reached the nape of your neck.

“I’ve seen you watching me,” he husked gently in your ear, feeling the goosebumps that raised on your skin. “I know what you want…”

A gasp fluttered in your chest as his hands dropped to your thighs, rough palms coasting across soft skin until every single one of your fine hairs was standing on end. He then grabbed onto your ass, firmly gripping your cheeks in each hand to haul you forward in his lap, the firm shape of his hard cock pressing insistently against the dampness soaking through your shorts.

“How about…” He groaned low in your ear once again, his warm breath rushing across your neck, “...we see how many times I can make you cum before the lights turn back on?”

ty for reading. love you, mean it! ☔️

[p4ranormaluv]

ALL I WANNA DO

jay’s really soft for you, and ironically— you make him hard all the time.

pairing) jay x f!reader

genre) smut

contents) soft dom!jay, very subby!reader, established relationship, size difference/kink, pet names [princess, baby, angel, good girl], praise, muscle kink, a lil spanking, pussy eating, fingering, pnv sex, creampie, light [?] daddy kink, soft bodied!reader [can be read as curvy!reader], jay’s obsessed w your body, princess treatment, aftercare

wc) 2.5k

note) i don’t even have a daddy kink…requested!

you are legitimately the most perfect girl for jay, his perfect girlfriend.

and that’s why everything is so hard for jay all the time…like literally— he’s hard all the time. everything you do is just so cute and turns him on so much:

how often you look up at him with your sweet, innocent little smile, that unbeknownst to you makes jay rock hard.

how small your frame is compared to his own. it’s easy to accidentally sneak up on you with how quietly jay naturally walks, and how you don’t notice he’s looming right above you, watching and admiring you fondly until you turn around. although it’s entirely unintentional, jay loves the adorable way you always jump in surprise before giggling in embarrassment and lightly scold him.

you’re always wearing cute little pajama sets that drive jay absolutely insane, much like the ones you're wearing right now as you’re sat in his lap watching a movie.

they’re pink, tight, short shorts— that hug your hips perfectly, making jay have to swallow an uncomfortable amount of times with how much his mouth is watering as he watches your heart shaped ass in between his wide spread legs much more than he’s actually watching the movie.

the matching tank top is practically just as useless, especially with the way you’re not wearing a bra. jay knows you’d never tease him on purpose, you’re way too much of a compliant little sweetheart. but damn, do you do it a lot on accident.

although, jay knows it’s really all to blame on his extreme hornyness and obsession with you.

thank god you’re pretty much staying still on his lap. if you were moving around too much you’d feel how hard jay is in his sweatpants.

he’s trying as hard as he can to control himself— until the movie is over, at least. he’s gotten…decently good at it, considering how much he has to resist while you're out in public all the time.

but when you slightly lift up from his lap to grab a single gummy worm from the bag sitting on the coffee table, jay can’t help but reach out, one hand needing your hip while the other delivers a light but firm slap to your ass.

you let out a cute noise of surprise and turn your head, looking behind you at jay who’s biting his lip and blatantly staring at your butt, that you didn’t realize was right in his face when you leaned over.

you pop the candy in your mouth with eyes that are innocently wide, sitting back down and laying back on jay’s muscled chest. you’re almost able to feel his firm pecs against your shoulder blades, which you hadn’t thought about up until now as the movie was occupying your thoughts. now all you can think about is how good jay looks in his loose fitting tank top and how possessive his hands felt on your body.

“jay?” you muster up softly, still looking up at him over your shoulder.

“sorry, princess.” jay apologizes, the way he speaks to you so tenderly and in such a deep tone making your pussy pulse to life. his hands slide from your waist to your thighs, squeezing both in his hands lightly before he removes them and clenches his fists, one going to his own side while the other rests on the couch’s arm. “keep watching your movie, babygirl.”

you turn your head to look forward, trying to obey his words, but you swear you can feel the ghost of jay’s cock against you, and if you just scoot a little closer…

you hear jay suck in a breath, his shaky exhale that follows brushing over the shell of your ear as his face is so close to yours, especially now that you’ve pressed yourself flush against him.

and you were right, he is hard. you can feel it between the swell of your ass and on the small of your back.

your thighs needing clench together, and you feel like it’s out of your control, just natural instincts with how your hips swivel to grind against jay’s hard on.

his bulge is so big, causing you to let out a small whine, wishing you could feel it on your pussy.

jay reacts with his hand shooting out to grip tightly into the flesh of your waist, barely suppressing a growl as he leans to whisper in your ear, hot breath making goosebumps rise along your shoulders and the deep timber of his voice vibrating against your body.

“princess, i thought you wanted to watch the movie?”

“m’sorry, jay.” you whisper desperately, leaning your head back against his chest to look up into his eyes. your eyes are shining with want, perfect lips pouting and begging to be kissed, and jay is folding— practically melting under your gaze and your small frame against his.

“what do you want, princess?” he practically coos, brushing his lips against your temple. “daddy’ll give it to you.”

“want you, please.” you answer so sweetly, jay feeling his dick twitch in his pants. “don’t care about the movie anymore, jay- need you so bad.”

jay’s hands are freely roaming now, fingers briefly feeling the form of your pussy lips over the thin material of your shorts, then trailing over your perfect tummy before both of his hands grope at your breasts through your flimsy tank.

“how do you want it, princess?” he rumbles darkly, heart pounding as he can feel you’re on the brink of getting what you both want.

“wan’ it however you wanna take me, jay.” you whine as he gently pinches your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger, pressing up your tits more into his hands, needing more.

“i’ll- i’ll take it good.” you promise shyly, looking deeply into his eyes.

you can see it, you watch as your words snap the rope that was holding jay back in his mind as he picks you up bridal style, impatiently making it down the hall and kicking your bedroom door open.

despite his dwindling control, he still lays you on the bed softly, before ordering you to turn over.

you know exactly what he wants— he takes you from the back all the time, and you love it.

maybe that’s why the arch in your back is so deep as you present yourself to jay, legs spread and your shorts hiding nothing as the print of your pussy is clear.

jay groans at the little wet spot that’s there as he takes his clothes off and gets on the bed behind you, pulling down your shorts to your knees and smirking as he sees the wet spot on your panties is even bigger there.

“you’ll take it good, huh?” jay repeats as he rubs at your clit over the pink material, feeling pride shine in his chest at the high pitched moan you let out, allowing you to move your hips in small movements to go along with his teasing touches.

“yes, jay. please, please give it to me, daddy. i want you.”

“i know, princess. me too.” he says as he pulls your panties down, sighing at the string of your slick that’s attached between them and your pussy.

all of his movements slow and savoring, jay leans down to lick up your wetness, tongue pressing firm and flat against your core before kissing and sucking the flesh into his warm mouth. your breath comes out in a shudder as he groans at your taste, jays big, veiny hand rubbing up and down your thigh as he sensually eats you out.

“jay, please. want you inside me.”

he growls against you in response. it’s never easy for jay to not give you what you want right away, but at the rare times he says no or makes you wait, it’s for your safety— or in this scenario, for your own care.

“i know, princess. i wanna be inside you too, but you gotta wait, angel. need to prep you first.”

“n- nooo,” you whine as you feel jay slowly easing a finger inside you. “i don’ need prepped.”

“be good, baby.” he warns gently as he begins pumping his finger in and out of you. “daddy’s gotta make sure he won’t hurt you.”

jay’s like this every time. you could have just fucked that morning and he’ll still thoroughly stretch you out around his fingers or tongue diligently before he gives you his cock. honestly, you wouldn’t really mind even if it hurt a little bit, but jay stands very firmly on his prep routine. he loves making you cum by his fingers or tongue before he pushes his big dick in your soaking wet, warm pussy.

when your hips start pushing back into his movements, he pushes a second finger inside. your pretty moan only fuels his fire as he starts kissing and sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking and circling around the sensitive little button.

his free hand that isn’t inside you rubs over the swell of your ass, gripping and squishing your soft flesh before giving it a hard spank, groaning at the way you tighten around his fingers at the action. your little sounds become more frequent as jay can tell your getting closer to release.

finally he pushes a third finger in, the stretch of his thick fingers that are so much bigger than yours giving you the push that you need as you cum on his hand and in his mouth.

jay eats it all up, licking you diligently and fucking you through the high until you’re whining for his cock again.

“ready, baby?”

jay’s actually mean enough to tease you as he grabs his dick, pumping it a few times before slapping it against your waiting entrance, chuckling as he watches how your hips desperately tilt and push back, trying to get him inside.

“fuck, daddy- please! can’t, i can’t- need you, jay!”

“i got you, princess.”

jay’s able to press himself completely inside of you in one smooth motion, pausing to make sure you’re adjusted as he grips your hips tightly in both hands, trying to control himself.

“you okay, baby?”

you only moan, trying to sound like you’re complaining but sounding more needy and desperate than anything.

jay spanks you again in punishment, enough to burn a little as he groans while watching how your ass jiggles. “use your words like a good girl.”

“fuck me hard, please!” you cry out as you feel your sanity slipping with how desperately you want him to pound you into the sheets. “want you to own me.”

“fuck.”

that’s all jay needs to hear for him to let loose.

his cock starts thrusting in and out of you with no mercy, his length reaching that good spot inside of you right away. you’re unable to keep any sounds in, moaning and crying out as leans down to press his chest against your back, making you feel dominated and small.

you can feel every divit and raise of jay’s hard muscles, his strong arms wrapping around your middle making you feel dizzy.

“want me to claim you with my cock, princess? wanna be fucked and owned by me?” he trembles as he pulls your tank down, making your tits pop out, fondling them with one hand.

“yes! please- fuck. i’m yours, daddy.”

“good girl.” jay growls as he sits up again, hips driving into your ass enough to bruise as he grabs your waist, watching how it bounces with every thrust.

“god, i love your fucking ass, baby. i love all of you.”

“jay,” you start, bashful from the compliments— but your sentiment turns to a moan as jay pushes you up and down his dick by your waist, taking full control over your body.

slapping noises fill the room, and soon you find yourself begging for release.

“go ahead. cum all over daddy’s dick, princess.”

you cry out as you feel yourself spilling onto jay’s shaft, his movements never stopping as the sound of your sopping pussy makes the noises of his thrusts even louder.

“oh- mmm, fuck! jay!”

jay practically sounds feral as he ruts into you, not being able to get enough of your warm, sloppy core as he cums inside you.

once he's done pumping his load into you, he pulls out to look at how your mixed juices spill out of your clenching hole.

“fuck, angel…” he marvels, running his fingers through your pussy lips before pushing the fluids back inside of you.

you whimper as his fingers slowly pump inside your sensitive core.

“turn over.” jay says sweetly, helping you a moment later, pulling off your clothes that are barely even on your body.

“suck.”

lifting his dirty fingers to your lips, you open your mouth and suck on his digits earnestly. your eyes close as you moan around him, the filthy action of tasting your mixed juices making you needy all over again.

“gooood girl,” he coos at you, causing your cheeks to warm.

you’re suddenly gasping around his fingers as his dick plunges inside you and he’s fucking into you again.

“j- jay?”

“what, baby? said you wanted it hard and fast, yeah? just giving my girl what she wanted.”

you cry out in overwhelming pleasure as your pussy practically spasms around his big cock, the head kissing your g spot every time as he mercilessly fucks you into the mattress.

jay slips his slobbery fingers out of your mouth to rub them over your clit, watching with the eyes of a hawk at how gorgeous and sinful you look under him. your legs are bent at either of his sides, tits bouncing with his unforgiving movements. your eyes are squeezed shut as you wither against the sheets, fists clenching around the pillow beneath your head. your messy hair looks like a halo to jay, his sweet little angel who takes his cock perfectly.

through the moisture that’s starting to collect in your eyes, you see how jay’s abs tense and clench with the strength he’s using to fuck you, admiring his flexed arms as one still rubs at your clit, the other planted by your head.

you’d tell him how gorgeous he is if it wasn’t for your thighs trembling with need, knowing you’re about to snap.

“cum- jay,”

jay’s barely holding on himself as he watches how he’s deduced you to be almost wordless, only your little whimpers and pants coming from your mouth as he feels you go tighter around him.

“cum, princess.”

your pussy gushing around him for the third time is what brings him to his release, fucking his cum deep inside of you until you’re squirming away from his ministrations and he has nothing left to give.

jay hardly gives himself anytime to catch his breath before he’s fawning over you again, getting a towel to wipe you down and turning on the fan to make sure you’re not hot before laying beside you, brushing your hair out of your face.

“you okay, princess?”

“yeah, jay.” you smile, turning to snuggle your face into his chest.

“jay?”

“yes, princess?”

“you’re…gorgeous.”

jay abruptly laughs, your sentiment clearly catching him off guard.

he leans down to touch his forehead against yours, dark eyes gazing at you so lovingly.

“well that means a lot, coming from the most gorgeous and perfect girl in the world.”

note) writing this right before going to work lol

[monzamash]

smile you're on camera — lando norris

when miami hits different... lando norris x you (femreader) | 1.8k rating – 18+ (sex, coarse language) masterlist

“That all looked sufficiently cringe.”

Lando’s gruff laugh echoes as he slid the balcony door open for you. You had been watching him for the past half hour filming promotional content for the Miami GP, each one cheesier than the last and you couldn’t help but admire his work ethic – even if it meant watching him make a complete fool of himself in the blistering heat.

A grumbled “you’ve got no idea” paired with a deep sigh in reply was all you were going to get and a sweet kiss pressed to the back of your head.

He helped you collect the book you’d abandoned in lieu of watching him glow in the golden hour and retreat inside from the humidity, still suffocating as the sun set off in the distance. The sweet relief of the air con as you stepped inside provided a little bit of respite while Lando shuffled around the room, closing windows and doors, trapping what cool air you did have inside your hotel room.

“I have something to show you…”

Lando sheepishly declares as you splay out on the hotel bed, grumbling through a jaw splitting yawn, “What is it?” “I stole it.” That got your attention, shooting up from where you were laying down, “But I’ll take it back tomorrow… after we’ve used it.”

Sitting in his hot little hands was a camcorder that had seen better days, scratches on its lens and all. Lando watched your shocked expression fall to one of annoyance as you sat back on your hands, eyebrow quirked and scowl present on your pretty face.

“Absolutely not.”

“Aw come on,” He drawls, holding the camera up to his eye – the other squinted behind the viewfinder, “I swapped in one of my SD cards and I know you’re into this kinky shit. Admit it…”

Lando kept the camera up, the little red light that was on all of those old school recorders flashed in the dark. Your eyes were rolling when his grabby reached out for your hip, “You’re out of your mind.”

“That’s the effect you have on me, baby.”

A soft hum slips from your lips feeling the pads of his fingers tracing down the outside of your thigh, too easily convinced by the man who consumed your every thought; every desire. You missed him when he was gone, the days spent with him slimmer as the season lulled on. So, maybe having something to reference on those cold, lonely nights was excuse enough to indulge the idea. And he was right – you are into this shit.

“Just make sure you can’t see too much,” You whisper into the air, giving the green light.

Lando’s little noise tells you everything. He's excited about this; you can tell by the way he nips and presses a couple of sloppy kisses to your cheek before scurrying off to set up the camera. He was a giggly mess thinking about how fucking lucky he was to be with someone who was up for anything. Equal parts classy and devious – just the way he likes it.

“Hop up on the bed so I can frame you,” He sweetly instructs, eyes trained on the small screen lighting his dark features, ocean eyes a moody blue.

You do as you’re told and crawl up onto the comically large bed, propped up on one elbow with hair a mess. Lando smiles when he shifts focus onto you – the sheer white dress you were wearing flaunting everything he loved about your body. All curves and supple skin, pebbled nipples peaking through – the silverware you had secretly added to them as a surprise for him peaking through under the fabric.

“You are so fucking pretty,” He almost whimpers; a warm flush washing over your sticky skin. It was hot in the room you were in and the way Lando was eyeing you from behind the camera was searing.

“Can you take the dress off for me?” his voice was a lower octave than before, eyes still watching your shadowed body moving across the messy bed.

“Not sure how to make this look sexy but…” You huff, carelessly tearing the thin material over your head and throwing it to the side, “your wish is my command.”

Lando chuckles quietly and strides over to you, no longer able to keep his hands off what was his. He hopes there’s enough space on his card for what he was about to do to you – because in reality, this was selfishly for him to indulge in when you weren’t near, to feel like you were close when you’re a million miles away. You sat on the edge of the bed, eyes following his as he reaches out and presses down your hair, frizzed up by the dress sitting on the floor beside his feet.

“So cute,” He admires, “And somehow even sexier…”

He leans down and meets your craned neck halfway in a tender, reassuring kiss, “If it gets too weird just say, baby.”

His words were just loud enough for you to hear, not for the camera – just you, “Oh, you know I will.”

He laughs into the kiss, knowing that you were in full control of this situation – he was under no illusions when it came to your dynamic. It was laced through your entire relationship, the fair balance of power – of give and take. But tonight, all he wanted was to make you feel good and so he rested between your already shaky thighs and pried them apart, basking in how seduced you are by his little ploy.

“You pretend like this shit doesn’t turn you on but look at you,” He revels, one solitary finger brushing languidly through your folds and earning an impatient growl.

Lando wasn’t in the mood for teasing – the battery life on the camera and your legs wrapping tightly around his head made sure of that. He helps you shuffle back on the bed, hands gripping your hips as he rearranges the shot – you caught a glimpse of the blurry reflection of the two of you naked on the camera lens and it sent a pang of doubt down your spine, chilling.

“I hope we don’t look disgusting when we watch this back.” It was an honest thought – one you hope doesn’t kill the mood.

“You look so unbelievably hot,” Lando hums, kissing the top of your shoulder before pressing his hand to your lower back, “Lay on your front and I’ll fuck you like this…”

You raise a sceptical eyebrow, “From the back? This is getting real porny now.” But of course you do it, positioning yourself on your stomach, backside up with a playful smirk that had the man behind you grinning like an idiot.

“Might as well put on a bit of a show just in case this does get out somehow,” Lando teases, earning a swift round arm to the ribs. He grimaces in pain but you knew behind those flirtatious blue eyes, he loves it.

“Well you better fuck me good, huh? Wouldn’t want people thinking you’re a dud shag…” Now it was your turn to taunt and Lando’s reaction was the exact one you were praying for.

A hasty smack to your ass that had been brushing against his clothed cock for better part of a minute; it wasn’t a hard but it certainly wasn’t timid, either and the moan that slipped from your lips had him itching to rearrange your insides. He smoothed over the reddening mark and pressed a sweet kiss to your spine before pushing down the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing himself between your thighs.

“Don’t hold back those sweet sounds, pretty girl. I wanna hear you, okay? I want everyone to hear you…”

“Same goes for you, handsome.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you surrender to the delicious stretch he gives you. Weakly pushing back but making no head way in adjusting. A whimper falls from your mouth before the squeal when Lando lunges forward, pushing deeper with a sadistic grin lining his bitten lips. He was sweating already – tanned skin glimmering against the darkening sunset while every muscle on his stomach contracted, delving further into your depths.

“That’s it, Lan,” You sputter out, blowing stray hairs out of your face so you can get a good look at your boyfriend, “Move it just like that – yes…”

And he did, rotating your hips tantalisingly slow to begin but gradually building up his long, delectable strokes – the sounds of skin slapping and shallow breathing heightening all of the senses. In the midst of his relentlessness, you manage to slip your hand between your thighs, toying with the sensitive bud begging for your attention. Lando’s strained hum of approval when he felt your back arching sent a rush of blood to your fingertips.

“Tell me how good it feels when you play with yourself?” He asks, hunched over and kissing the nape of your neck when you opened your eyes, giggling at the wispy curls tickling your skin, “Is that how you do it when I’m not around?”

“God, yes… But wish you were always here, baby.”

“Do ya imagine me fucking you like this, huh? Begging for that pussy to come around my cock?” He probes, receiving a moan in response – your brain short-circuiting from the orgasm quickly approaching, easing you over the edge.  

You buried your head at first, shying away from the little red light flashing in your rolling eyes until Lando gently encouraged you to ‘show him your pretty face when you come undone’. It was all whispers and moans and absolute bliss when you resurfaced, pupils blown out from both sides as Lando reached over you and flipped the small preview screen around.

“Look at yourself,” He grunts into your neck, losing control of every single fibre of his being as he pumped into you.

“Fill me up, Lan. Make a mess…”

“If you say shit like that to me, you're gonna make me– fucking… fuck,” He sputters out, chanting your name, and before you can even blink, you feel that familiar twitch inside you.

The one that almost always triggers another high, extremely close to losing yourself to the white hot pleasure all over again.

Lando collapses into your slick back, his warm release pooling as he catches his breath and holds you tightly. You look up at the camera – the red light still flashing as you muster up every ounce of energy remaining and pick it up off the tripod. You hold it stupidly close to his flushed cheeks that are pressed into your skin, eyes closed.

“Any last words before I turn this off?” You ask, Lando slowly lifts his chin up and rests it next to your face. You smile at how equally fucked out and sleepy you both appear, blissfully satisfied by your work. His voice is gravelly when he tries to speak, clearing his throat before trying again.

“Um, yeah so make sure you like the video and subscribe if you haven’t already…”

“Stop!” You shout and smack him in the shoulder – Lando groans with faux pain into your neck as you turn the camera off and wriggle out of his strong grasp.

“You are unbelievable!” You jest, swatting his tickling fingertips away.

“What? I could’ve said stay tuned for part two…”

a/n – happy new years everyone x

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹。by expensive tiles and elite gym pools | gojo satoru

wc: 935

summary: you visit gojo during one of his training sessions for his upcoming swim meet.

contains: written with f!reader in mind but no pronouns stated, only gendered term is ‘boyfriend’ pertaining to gojo, swimmer!satoru, non-curse au

a/n: wrote this as a lil surprise blurb bday gift for @kedsandtubesocks (but it got longer than expected... oops) i know how much you love your sports aus erika!! also inspired by some swim!satoru thoughts i had a few days ago!

You hear a splash! the moment you enter the doors of the gym pool.

The lanes are empty save for one, vast crystal blue shimmering as it reflects the light passing through the glass ceiling. You don't know much about pool construction, but the tiles here look clean, with each edge perfectly cut to fit seamlessly into the other; the markings of luxury, expensive but simple enough not to distract—

—which is what you shouldn't be doing walking into this exclusive gym pool reserved only for the best of the best, the elite. Top tier professionals.

Ones like your gold-winning pro-swimmer boyfriend, Gojo Satoru.

He's approaching the end of his lap when you settle into a squat in front of the lane he’s on, towel hanging off your shoulders as you cross your arms over your knees, wiggling your toes as you wait. The moment he breaks through the surface, you can't hide the smile on your face.

You haven’t seen him in days. 

Everything about him feels like he was made for this—how the ripples make way to accommodate his breathing, the dips and curves of muscle on his shoulders, flexing; how his fingers glide his goggles atop his head without resistance, smoothly. Even with his hair held back by the elastic, the few wet clumps that fall out still frame his face so perfectly. 

It's unbelievable how your boyfriend can look so much like the water he swims in—brilliant and white like glimmers of reflected light, and clean blue, striking, always glistening the moment your eyes catch his. 

Sometimes, looking at him feels a lot like drowning.

"How did I do?" he smirks, squinting into what would have been a suave wink, if not for a drop of water causing an involuntary eye-twitch. 

He already knows the answer, but you indulge him anyway, "Good, as always."

"Just good?" he pouts.

There's a droplet of water hanging by his lips, desperately clinging as it trembles while he breathes. You know he knows you're looking by the way he runs his tongue over it, taunting. 

You narrow your gaze and shrug, teasing, "Maybe you missed something."

He swims closer to the ledge you're squatting by, palms pressing on tile to hoist himself up. You try not to fixate on the way his triceps flex as they hold him up, but he lives for this kind of attention from you—he’d do anything to keep you looking at him the way you do. 

Half of his left leg remains submerged when he settles himself on the edge of the pool, the other one bent as he tilts his head in mock wonder, “Did I?”

It's your turn to pout now as he pretends not to know what you’re after, and you're about to say something on it until—

"S'toru!"

—you scream, pulled off-balance with your heart nearly dropping to your stomach at the fear of being dragged into the water. Except you aren't, because with a simple tug at the towel around your neck, he's managed to tip you over to fall into his lap, steadying you against his very wet and very broad chest instead.  

You smack his shoulders, mouth agape and eyes wide as you push back to look at him. He looks pleased with himself, almost laughing even as his arms settle on your hips, grabbing the flesh and squeezing.

"Mean," you scrunch your nose, and he chuckles.

"Excuse me," he holds you closer, "who hurt my feelings first?"

You roll your eyes fondly, sliding your hands to clasp at the back of his neck, "Okay, big baby."

"Do you want your kiss or not?"

You glare at him, lips pursed tight, "As if you don't—"

So he does—kiss you, lips soft and a little damp. You can taste the chlorine from the hours he's already spent here prior to you coming, but it's comforting, a taste entirely too familiar that you sometimes find yourself looking for it during the long stretches he’s on break. 

He kisses you because you're right, something was missing, and it's always this same thing.

You smile against his lips before breaking away, heart gleaming like pool water. The moment is tender, soft, touched by the magic of being together amidst expensive tiles and elite gym pools.

But you should have known better than to trust your pro-swimmer boyfriend, Gojo Satoru—full-time athlete, and part-time the most insufferable person you’ve ever met.

Because with the way his arm has been wrapping itself inch-by-inch around your waist, he's managed to shift his body back to face the pool, only to dump the both of you back in the water, together.

"Satoru!"

He laughs, voice carrying throughout the gym. You grumble about still having your slippers on and he dives under to get it off you, throwing it to the side when he emerges. 

"Race me!" he ducks to the other lane, sliding his goggles back on before shooting you a thumbs up.

And you’d think this silly of him, really, because this is your back-to-back-to-back gold-winning pro-swimmer boyfriend asking you, a survival swimmer at best, to race him—but you can tell this is his cover for you. 

You’d get in trouble if anyone caught you here in the first place. His schedule's been tight lately, locked down with the need to focus for his upcoming swim meet. Being focused meant no distractions, and you being the worst of them all meant less time spent with you, too. 

Still, he'd insisted that you come today, so.

You can't technically be a distraction if you're going to 'train' with him anyway, right?

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[anantaru]

DAY 31 — drunk sex

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — dan heng, jing yuan

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, drunk syx, nipple play, lots of teasing, clothed syx, messy making out, both parties are consenting

𖧡 — DAN HENG

your boyfriend dan heng was always beautiful— but to tell the truth, whenever he was magnified with a light shading of pink covering the expanse of his cheeks, it suited him very well. and it's hot when you close the distance between your frames, it's sweaty and you were aware that the obvious stickiness and mess in between your bodies pressed against each other, was greatly amplified by the copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed earlier this night.

dan heng breathes out a shaky exhale when you both grind and fondle with your bodies, even though the alcohol was pumping steadily through your veins, making the experience a little different with the obvious smell of booze persisting inside the humid room— it's still so desperate though, and for some reason it almost felt like an aphrodisiac you had consumed earlier that made you be all over each other in such ways.

he grips your hips tight, fingers digging into the soft skin as he rolls his erection forward with one, fast snap, both groaning into each others mouth at the welcoming penetration— sweet and sinful desires churning inside your darkened eyes when he drives quick, shallow thrusts against your pussy, enough to drive you damn near insane. 

"you have no idea how much i needed that," dan heng admits as he murmurs between lingering kisses, smiling faintly against you as he notices a happy hum of a laugh vibrate through his darling lips, "i could barely wait— ah, to get out of there,"

and like muscle memory, he trails his length along the sweet spots of your cunt the moment you confess back to him— angling his hips so precisely so he'd stretch you out all open and nicely, dragging and conquering the sheer tightness of your walls.

𖧡 — JING YUAN

"one more, ‘more kisses," jing yuan slurrs his words into your neck before darting out his tongue to lick the flat of the wet muscle over the sensitive skin, gratified to feel your quickened pulse beneath his careless touch— and as a matter of fact, the general wasn't particularly someone who'd oftentimes drink alcohol, nor overdo it for that matter.

while tonight you had both decided to go out for a couple of drinks, nothing to celebrate, it all started as an innocent date— well, only to come stumbling home, wildly entangled falling against the mattress as you're making out with each other like two starved beings unable to be separated.

fierce need burns through his eyes when he laps from your collarbones to your tits, "look at me," jing yuan murmurs at you with one finger firm on your jaw to turn your face down on him playing with your mounds, your clouded, drunk expression greeting him immediately— on top of that, he leisurely rolls his clothed erection into your warmth before noticing how you're soaked, your face and body so hot that jing yuan got alarmed and worried you'd end up melting under him.

"i love you, jing yuan," you babble lowly, an involuntary tribute under your words while breathing hard, nearly destroyed by lust, trembling at the very edge and hoping he would touch you properly as you roll your hips up into his thudding groin— his mouth latching on to one nipple now when you bite back a whine, his sealed mouth choosing to wrap and suck on the sensitive skin.

"i love love love love you you," you bat your lashes all sweetly at him and oh, it's immediate, the effect of your words and showcase how very much jing yuan was adoring those high pitched noises slipping from the tip of your tongue right now, it's heavenly music to his ears whenever you were so vocal about the love you harbored for your boyfriend.

you hitch back a breather when he catches one peaked nipple with his wandering fingertips as he squeezes his erection against you harder, your heaves catching at the visible shudder of arousal crumbling against your wet panties, falling apart under him as you squeal within an airy laugh as he playfully bites down at one nipple, your needy cunt spasming around nothing.

"i love you too," he drawls back, eyes gently blinking up at you and feeling how you're sneakily pitching your hips up at him, your chest breathing and both whining slightly when he meets your shimmering eyes with his own handsome ones, "so, so much."

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[xeeljii]

MORNING GLORY

WARNING! Explicit RPF! 

Summary: Soft morning sex, he just looks so easy to spoil. Continuation of this but can be read as stand alone. 

Word count: 3.4k

CW: 18+, f! reader, no specific body descriptions, established relationship. 

The light of the morning sun is soft against you cheeks, you wake up with his breath on the back of your neck, his lips pressed on your pulse, you can feel the soft exhale of his sleepy snores, and the dampness of the drool on your skin too, he has you caged between his strong arms like you will run away. You turn softly in his embrace not to wake him but Joost is a heavy sleeper so there is no real problem there. In his arms you feel secure and warm in a way that reaches deep in your heart and makes you want to stay like this forever. He looks so pretty, the golden highlights of his hair messily framing the beautiful ridges of his face, you reach a gentle fingertip to trace the skin on his cheekbones, at times it feels unfair to have him all to yourself like this, in ways no one else gets to see, like hiding a great wonder of the world behind closed door, but you also like that, how he is only yours.

Your limbs are tangled beneath the thick comforter you feel his hardness press at your thigh that he has trapped between his legs. You want to let him sleep peacefully forever, he deserves it, he works so hard, travels so much, always to come back home to you, a home he has made for himself in your arms, but the heat his body exudes is too delicious to let this pass up. The instant gratification outweighs your wish to let him rest and you start pressing open mouthed kisses along his jaw, softly but urgently, waking him slowly from his slumber. You kiss insistently against his lips before he starts opening his eyes. “Well good morning to you too” Joost says rubbing his face, he looks so young like this, it sends a pang of nostalgia to your heart for a version of him you have never met and yet still love so much. You kiss him between words as he chuckles beneath you.

“Hi” you reply simply, breathless.

Now awake you have him ready to go under you, you throw a leg over this thighs sitting right above his cock, you look down at him smiling wide ear to ear, you feel giddy like your mind is already miles ahead of you and your body following blindly in the rehearsed movements you know so well that never fail to have him moaning under you.

You take him in your hands, the tip of his dick an angry shade of red, dripping already, he is so needy at this time of day, but he knows to let you have your time, you enjoy the process and the reward is all the sweeter.

“You are so beautiful” Your voice goes straight to his dick, it kicks on your palms and you start moving softly almost nothing.

The skin there is so velvety soft you want to spoil him to no end. Your thumb applies delicious pressure on the underside of his dick following the thick vein that has him melting under you, you feel yourself dampen but that will come later. You like to play and he lets you. You start stroking him with both hands, not enough grip to get him where he wants, he is thicker than most, an addicting stretch you get to enjoy and in moments like this you just like to admire him. The familiar weight of his length in your hands feels so thrilling he emanates warm normally, you love it on winter, bear it on summer and in moments like this it feels like it burns at your skin like coal but you could never leave him hanging. You tighten your hold on him, swipe your thumb against his slit and he moans instantly his pretty lips falling open, pink and shiny, his hips buckle against your hands without him meaning to.

“Easy there” You say as you move closer to his dick, your damp pussy lips barely above his length, he can feel the heat coming off you.

“Sorry” he mutters sheepishly. His hands are tangled in the sheets holding tightly keeping himself in place for you.

“Good boy” You purr on top of him, he makes a strangled sounds between a whimper and a moan, you could feel bad about how hard he is trying for you if only having him like this painfully needy didn’t make you feel at top of the world.

You use his precum to move your hands easier along his shaft, twisting your hand in a swift movement when you reach the tip, quickly working him up into a feverish pleasure.

“Fuck schat” His hands fly to your tights like he is holding for dear life like and his body will float away any second, his fingers dig into the fat of your legs desperate to have you close

You keep your ministrations going hypnotized by the way his chest raises and falls rapidly, his face becoming redder and his breath more labored, he is close you can feel him twitching against your palm. You smile to yourself and then stop moving altogether, your hand at the base of his cock grips him tightly to stop him from cumming. He opens his eyes mouth agape, confused look on his face and oh so cute. Your pussy is throbbing just at the sight alone.

“Not yet, let me have fun” You smile devilish down at him. He is at your mercy as always, not just now but on everything, you pull the leash and he follows happily.

An exasperated breath leaves Joost's mouth but you don’t let him dwell on it too much. You move quickly down his body making room for yourself between his spread legs, he seems shocked too lost to understand what you are doing until he gets it. Your soft breath against the sensitive skin of his tip you hold him on your hand gently easing the grip, with your other hand you, you push strands of hair behind your ear, you know he enjoys a show. He has never loved anyone this much, his heart skips a beat when you smile up at him from between his legs, a playful glint in your eyes, you lick your lips in preparation. He raises to his elbows, he has to watch, he wants to commit every second to memory. You close your eyes as you lick on his tip, his taste familiar on your tongue you suck sweetly at it, he throws his head back trying so hard not to buck his hips into your mouth.

“Liefde…” he whimpers not asking for anything really, it just feels so heavy in his heart he has to let his love out in little sounds.

You take more of his length on your mouth. The weight of his arousal heavy on your tongue, you hum against him sending waves of pleasure to his spine, his hands are holding as gently as he can at the back of your hair, fingers tangling between the strands of it. His breathing is strained, you feel him huffing from his nose, his thighs tremble slightly his iron will the only thing holding him back from pushing your head down and chocking you on his dick. You wouldn’t mind it, but he is sometimes gentle to a point of frustration, you can work on that another time. You work your mouth on as much of him as you can take, feeling his tip poke against the back of your throat and the soft hair of his happy trail against the tip of your nose, you work the rest of his length with your hand, the mixture of spit and precum making dirty sounds that could make you blush if you weren’t so far gone. You enjoy having him like this, his weight on your tongue feels relaxing, the closeness makes your heart swell, you wonder if he would let you cock warm him in your mouth, if he would even have the patience for it before he starts whining.

You pull away with a pop of your lips looking up through half lidded eyes, the top of his cheeks are such a sweet shade of pink you feel if you bit him he would taste like strawberries on your tongue, you want to eat him whole. You raise to your knees again moving up the length of his body, never stoping your hand on his dicks, softly stroking more to keep him warm than to help him reach his peak, you still want to enjoy this longer. As your core rests a breath away from his tip, he reaches his hands to your body pulling you toward him to kiss your lips hungrily, bring him back to earth a little, remind him how to breath. Holding him in your palm you start grinding his cock against your weeping cunt, just to feel him close, small gasps of heavy breath leaving your mouth, you keep going no intention of pushing him inside your core, just toying with him. The hot tip of his dick keep catching on your clit making you moan in ecstasy, he knows you are prolonging his delicious suffering with no ending on sight but so worked up he can barely think to protest, his mouth all but turned useless. His dick is heavy and so hard it could almost hurt if only the sweet wetness of your pussy wasn’t soothing him as you move deliciously slow up and down his shaft without taking him in.

“You are evil” he says throwing his head back almost in disbelief, wide smile painted on his face.

You giggle on top of him grinding yourself harder with more weight against his hot member to make him tremble, he kneads at your thighs gentle but hard and you feel yourself soften at the sight of his pretty face, maybe you have tortured him too much already.

Joost's hands travel from your hips to your waist massaging the softens beneath them, holding you close and letting his fingertips melt into your flesh. He continues to explore your soft skin, he wants to count the little beauty marks, scars, pocks everything about you is so interesting to him. His left hand stays holding you in place while his right wonders off over your soft belly, up your chest, he feels the wild beating of your heart through his palm, confirmation that he is not the only one close to the peak, the knowledge that you enjoy him so much that you get off just by touching him alone makes his heart expand in adoration, he could gift you the world and it wouldn’t be enough. He grabs gently onto your breast kneading softly, moving his hands deftly pawing at the sensitive skin of your mounds, your nipple perks up under his heat, his gaze not leaving your face, moans and whimpers of his name escaping your wet lips more often. He feels you falling apart at the seams on his lap, he grabs more greedily at you chest with both hands now, the delicious weight of you on his palms, the soft skin between his knuckles as he plays tenderly with you, the fat of your boobs spilling between his digits.

“Joost” you let a high pitched whimper escape. He toys with the perked nubs, pulling softly and twisting gently, seeing you pull away and chase the contact at the same time, you are dripping all over his length.

“If you keep going any longer I’m gonna cum” He says not as a warning but matter of factly, to see what you wanna do next, eager to dance to the beat of your drum.

You nod as you lift your hips, it would be such a waste to not have him cum inside you. You play with his dick a little more letting his tip collect the wetness between your folds before pushing him inside you. His hands leave your breasts and in an instant go to your hips to help hold you up, you take it slow the stretch so familiar but still a challenge, you try to drop your hips quickly, you have lost all your patience, you want him now.

“Easy there” He tuts, throwing your own words from earlier back at you, he thinks he is so funny. He pulls you off his cock when you wince at the sensation of the too forceful stretch.

“I know you can take it, just slow down liefje.”

Inch by inch, painfully slow guided by the strong hold of his big hands on your hips and ass, you finally bottom out. You both sigh at the same time into each others mouths and fall into shared laughter. You start lifting your hips up and letting them drop, building a rhythm that has you panting like you are in heat. Your hands move to his face holding his cheeks softly so you can see when he falls apart, he chases your touch as covertly as possible blinking slowly up at you, mouth slightly open, eyes locked on each other, he is fully awake but with your hands gently holding his face like he is made of glass he feels he could fall into slumber at any second. You kiss his lips gently feel his breath on your mouth moaning into you.

“You feel so good” He mumbles closing his eyes chasing your lips again.

“More” He pleads, opens his eyes slowly to look at you, you can never deny him even if you wanted to, he is so easy to spoil like this.

You start moving faster, harder, feel him deep in your stomach, groaning together in perfect harmony, wide eyes looking for each other, fighting hard not to shut in pleasure. Your hands move to find hold on his wide shoulders, littered with little freckles, with this new grip you can ride him harder. He is so close, you can feel him twitching inside you, his hands grab firmly at your waist pulling your closer, his head between your breast, he starts placing open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach, sucking softly on the skin at the valley of your breast, he searches blindly for your nipples, with his lips finally finds one sucking greedily in his mouth as much of your tit as he can get. It was easy to tell what parts of you he enjoyed the most but always so funny to see how desperate he would get. You feel the urgent need to give him everything he wants so you push yourself closer to give him better access, he moans with your soft flesh in his mouth, can’t help himself and bites down as gently as he can in his frantic state.

“Shit Joost” you whimper, it is gonna leave a mark, he doesn’t look up he just starts licking over the now red skin apologetic, not regretting anything.

“I am not gonna last much longer” He mumbles right next to your perked nipple feeling his lips move faintly against the sensitive skin sends shivers up your spine, you hold onto the golden locks of his nape.

“Yeah me neither” You say breathless but smile back at him softly caressing his cheek with your knuckles.

You hold it together so well, you seem so calm even at moments like this, talking him through it, guiding him and never once letting go of his hand, he thinks that is what he likes the most about you, always a constant in his life no matter what changes, you are the lighthouse he will always look for to take him home. He is intoxicated on love, doesn’t know where he stands, the pleasure fried every last one of his nerves and yet when he feels the familiar weight of your body on his, he feels more alive than ever. His arms snake around your torso moving you easily like you are weightless in his embrace, at times like this you remember the difference in strength, he is using you like a doll to get off it is exhilarating. You hold his head against your chest as he continues making love bites bloom on your boobs, he feels the beating of your heart on his skin. You feel yourself start to unravel, your cunt start tightening with a familiar electricity sending slow sparkles that will soon erupt.

“Cum inside me Joost, inside please” You can barely finish the sentence the words transforming into strangled sound as you reach your climax, you feel your cunt start to convulse around him, making a mess on his cock your release soaking both of you, you feel yourself clench wildly.

“Oh shit baby” He pulls you impossibly close, his hands fly to your ass as if he could get any deeper, you feel his length twitch violently inside of your spent cunt, with a deep thrust his hips meeting yours he reaches his orgasm, ropes of his release painting deep in your insides, you feel him thrust weakly as he rides his high.

“Baby, baby, Y/N, Y/N…” like a secret prayer he just keeps chanting your name again and again, he whispers it against the glistening skin of your chest while you cradle his head in your hands still so close to your heart while you both try to catch your breath.

You wanna stay like this forever, but the sticky mess between your thighs will drive you insane and if you let Joost stay like this any longer he will fall asleep again dragging you down with him still inside you, not like it hasn’t happened before. You pull at the hair on his nape to get his attention.

“We have to shower” He hums in acknowledgment making a super human effort to pull his head from your chest, where he feels so at home, so safe under the sweet rhythm of your heart beat, he looks up languidly placating a yawn as he places a soft kiss on your sternum.

He nods before he starts speaking again “I like this position a lot, you know because your boobs-”.

You cut him off before he can continue. “Yeah, I got it, didn’t need the explanation. Thanks” You say on fake annoyance trying to hide the furious blush on your cheeks, you lift your hips off him with a wince, he lets you use his arms as support while you move, then gets up from the bed and pulls you up after him.

“I’m just saying yeah” He holds you hands to guide you to the bathroom on your shaky legs.

“You always say communication is good for couples” He adds then looks down at you, you roll your eyes at him.

He opens the door to the bathroom and turns around placing a kiss on the top of your head before he turns the shower on. Then after making sure the water is warm enough to your liking, which he personally feels like is being boiled alive, he pulls you under the shower head.

“Got it. Then I think you have a very pretty dick” You say hoping to have him blushing and end this, but no luck.

“See! This is already bringing us closer I can tell” He beams at you proud of himself.

You turn around facing your back to him and he starts pushing shampoo unto your scalp and softly massaging.

“Well I think your pussy is-”

“Okay I am putting a pin in this conversation, it is too early for this” You turn around and kiss him to shut him up, he knows it, but he is just happy to be kissed and smiles against your lips. Day in day out like this with you by his side, there is no greater happiness than have you in his arms, to sleep in your embrace and wake up to your lips, he wishes every day could start just like this forever.

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MASTERLIST *ੈ✩‧₊˚ AN: Streets are saying he is a boobs guy, you can tell how that influenced me right at the end lmao anyways again sorry for any mistakes English is not my first langue <3 And thank u for the comments, asks & dms they make me wanna write more :D 

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now playing…DOWN BAD (spencer reid)

summary: in which passion takes a form of frustration when you can’t have what you want, the object of your adoration being spencer reid.

genre: fluff/angst

cw!: making out

a/n: i literally just wrote this, i apologize if it looks unfinished but i think that’s the vibe of the song! masterlist

you desperately tried to not look at spencer, strands of hair framing his face so effortlessly. the way his lips moved when he talked intricately about anything he could think of. his voice was sweet and melodic, you could hardly focus on what he was saying, though. he looks golden. rays of light hitting his honey eyes, the sun echoes through them. you can’t help but remember what happened the night before, if his eidetic memory had replayed that moment in his mind, like you had done.

his nose brushed against yours, mouth hovering over your lips momentarily. your breath short and expectant.

“you know i adore you” he spoke, his hot breath bringing heat to your cheeks. you are desperate to pull apart, to break eye contact. but it’s impossible, you’re helpless.

“you do?” your voice was breathy, eager and soft.

he nodded. you glanced at his lips momentarily. he ran his thumb over yours, tracing the shape of them. before dipping his head and placing one gentle kiss upon your lips. this didn’t last long, sweet short kisses turning into long and wanting ones. his hands came up from your hips to the side of your face, grabbing your jaw and kissing you like a starved man.

his teeth clashed against yours. messy kisses and breathless sounds filled the room, his tongue chased yours. you bit his lower lip slightly, earning a groan from him. his thumb caressed your cheek softly, contrasting the heat and passion of his kiss. before anything else could happen, he pulled apart.

your chest heaved at the absence of air you had just experienced, wondering why he had pulled apart so urgently.

“wait” he warned you, as you leaned in slightly, tugging on the hem of his shirt.

“we-we can’t do this” he sat up, shaking his head, mumbling incoherent words.

“what- why?” you whined, looking up as he straightened his tie and grabbed his blazer from the arm of the couch.

“it’s wrong- we’re coworkers for gods sake” he almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than you. sighing as he looked at your disheveled state, lips swollen and hair fuzzy. his brows creased as he forced himself to look away and turn around.

“no, that’s not fair, you said!-“ you got up, hurriedly chasing after him. you grabbed his arm, making him pay attention to you.

“that is not fair spencer. there isn’t any reason why being coworkers has to prevent this from being something!” you begged, vulnerability seeping through you.

his eyes scanned you and for a second, you could see him falter. but he turned around and closed the door on his way out.

you were left there perplexed, brows furrowed trying to pinpoint something that went wrong. trying to figure out what was going through his mind.

‘for a moment i knew cosmic love. now i’m down bad crying at the gym, everything comes out teenage petulance.’

“fuck it if i can’t have him, i might just die it would make no difference” you complained to penelope, eyes puffy from your previous breakdown.

“sweetheart, don’t say that! i’m sure he has a good reason, and if he doesn’t, fuck him.” she rubbed your shoulder reassuringly.

“yeah that’s exactly what i want!” you cried, foolishly behaving like a teenage girl, understandably though.

“oh my god” pen sighed, dragging her hand across her face.

how dare he think it’s romantic, leaving you safe and stranded?

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