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sweetheart!reader & rafe’s first night back together

the sounds of your sticky and suctioning pussy swallowing rafe’s flushed cock, coupled with yours and his needy and throaty moans echoed through his bedroom of grandeur. his sweat-glazed back laid flat against the headboard, rafe’s head throw back with parted pink lips, his hands laid firmly around your hips as your feverishly bounced up and down on his unforgiving length, “fuuuck, keep fuckin’ me jus’ like that, mama,” rafe groans, thin strings of the both of yours’ cum that connected the tops of his thighs to the undercurve of your soft ass, keeping you connected.

with your acrylic nails digging into the side of rafe’s neck, you flipped your sweat-out hair over your shoulder, licking over your swollen lips with a whine, “s-so good, papi — dame mas duro … please,” you gasped, doe eyes blown from overstimulation as rafe’s thick mushroom tip hit that deep sticky patch that sent you right over the edge.

complying to your request, rafe swings an arm around the small of your dewy back, leaning his forehead against your chest with breathy grunts, his warm tongue lazily lapping at your hardened nipples as he pulls you forward, his toned hips fucking just right up into you sopping wet pussy, “shit — missed fuckin’ this pussy,” rafe moans, softly biting down onto your nipple.

with a small hand cradling the back of rafe’s buzzed head, your back remains arched, your lips parted as the slaps of his hips slamming into your ass left you all cock-drunk and dumbfounded, a pleasurable cry escaping your hoarse throat, “please keep fucking me, just like that — please, papi, please,” you beg, craning your neck down to get a better look at rafe who is staring up at you, his own lips parted as he reached a hand up to mush your forehead against his.

keeping a hand on either side of your face, rafe sends harsh thrusts up into you, the two of you refusing to break eye contact as your pussy squelches with each deep thrust, “jesus, baby — gonna cum so fuckin’ deep in you — y’can take it, yeah?” rafe coos, nodding his own head against yours as you nod wordlessly, swallowing thickly.

“i can take it, i can take it,” you whine, your plump tits bouncing as rafe continues to fuck himself deeper into you.

“ah, fuck! c’mere, mama,” rafe huffs, pulling you down by the back of your matted head as he sends a few quick and hard thrusts into you. you were so fucked out, you didn’t even have it in you to cry, garbled moans and broken whimpers were all you had left.

grabbing ahold of the plush fat of your ass, rafe grinds your hips deep against his a few times, before fucking his hips up into you with on deep thrust of finality. scratching your sharp nails into the smooth skin of his chest, you whine as rafe’s warm cum fills you up just right — you felt so full, you were right at home. allowing your cute lashes to flutter together, you let out a pathetic and choppy hum of satisfaction as rafe presses a kiss to your temple.

“holy shit, y’took that so well, princess,” rafe praises, a spent chuckle leaving his lips as you weakly nod against his shoulder, “stay just like that, m’kay? need y’to have my kid,” he smiles, rubbing a soothing palm to the sticky skin of your asscheek.

and like the cum-drunk sweetheart you were, you simply smiled, pressing a light kiss to rafe’s jaw.

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I knew Namari felt kind of different when she appeared in the anime but I didn't really notice the changes until I saw the two depictions side by side

The anime adaption of Namari is...idk if I'd say "sexualized" or "feminized" but they made her more in line with mainstream beauty standards?

Look at how her waist tucks in and how the undercurve of her breast are defined! It doesn't look like she's wearing sturdy and protective gear anymore it looks like a fabric shirt and a corset belt.

I don't mind her arms looking more muscular, but it seems pretty obvious why they chose that over the soft chub she has to her arms in the manga. Those muscles were already there they just had padding that felt a bit more natural. But we can't have a female character with chubby arms of a thick waist :/

I think they made her legs smaller too, it could just be the clothing was baggier in the manga, but either way it makes her character less heavy. It doesn't feel like she will have the same weight behind her moves, her center of gravity doesn't feel as low. She feels less dwarvish. (I just noticed they made her feet and stance narrower too so if she did still have the rest of her weight she'd look kinda top heavy instead of grounded)

They're not HUGE changes by any means, they haven't ruined Namari for me, but it is a bit disappointing and certainly shows our society's aversion to chubby women.

One of the things I really enjoy about Dungeon Meshi/Ryoko Kui's character designs is the variety of body types/character designs, and the result of that is that the female characters don't all have the same curvy, busty, figure.

[ddejavvu]

MEI MEI MEI can i request Anakin headlocking reader with his hot hot sexy thick biceps as hes fucking reader from behind OHMYGOD bonus points if its in front of the mirror and he bends her head and back so much he can kiss her upside down from behind IDK IF The human body is that flexible BUT NGHHHHH ive been thinking about this ALL week everyday 24/7 THANKYOUUUU❤️❤️❤️

thank you arm kink indy for giving me your blessing to write this when i was scared it would be too similar to your post

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Sex with Anakin is a wrestling match. A rather one-sided one, too, for all the fight that you put up. You've expressed time and time again that Anakin can do whatever he wants with you; you've begged him to take you however he pleases, but he still moves like you're his opponent and you're about to deck him hard in the jaw.

Air escapes your lungs in a weak grunt, an 'mmf-!' when Anakin's body weight pins you to the mattress. The springs beneath you bounce you back up, but Anakin's broad, muscled chest is there to stop you, and you find yourself effectively smothered. His hips are already rutting against your ass, cock dragging against its undercurve as he teases you with the feather-light nudge of its tip against your clit. You feel him grind against your slit, pseudo-sex that makes your cunt ache for real penetration.

"Ani," You mewl, words futile in persuading him to take pity on you, "Please, please, I need you inside of me, please, e-enough teasing."

"E-enough teasing," He mimics, voice pitched up and laced with bawdy desperation that you're mortified he saw in your own. He spits the words into the dip of your shoulders, lips trailing up your spine and teeth latching into your shoulder. You gasp at the bite, whine at his cruel teasing, but he's not finished, lips poised beside your ear to lecture you on proper decorum.

"You think you're in charge? Think you get to boss me around, baby?"

His words are terribly, wonderfully demeaning, and delicious shame curls beneath your belly as his weight keeps you helplessly pinned to the mattress. You're at his mercy, and it's making your core throb with want.

"No, I- that's not what I meant," You plead your case, but at another sharp bite from Anakin, this time along the base of your neck, you yelp and correct yourself, "I just need you, Anakin! Please!"

You're not sure if the slick mess between your thighs is solely your own doing, or if Anakin is smearing sticky precum over you as he ruts against your slit, but you're thoroughly soaked, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing but air at the thought of Anakin's cock filling your hole. You desperately press your ass further out, silently begging for Anakin to take pity on you and finally fuck his dick into your cunt, but your efforts are fruitless.

Instead of rewarding you with the thick circumference of his achingly hard cock, Anakin shows you an even larger width - that of his bicep. You see it beneath your chin as it wraps around your throat, and if you'd managed to suck any oxygen into your lungs since he'd pinned you down, it's gone now.

It's so thick that it forces your head up, your neck angled awkwardly to accommodate the arm now pressing tightly against your throat. It means that if he surges forwards while simultaneously pulling you towards him, he can reach your face, and he sticks a wet, sloppy kiss to your parted lips. It's less-than-romantic, but it's arousing, and that's all that matters to you right now.

"Look at yourself," Anakin gestures to the mirror hung on the wall across from your bed, most frequently used for checking your outfit and taking suggestive photos. You glance up at it with your eyes watering, not only from the ache of being empty but from the tight pressure of Anakin's arm around your neck, and you find yourself a sight to behold. Your hair is mussed, your lips swollen and slick with spit, your body pinned hopelessly beneath Anakin's. You're a mess, and Anakin has no problem in jostling you in his grip to exacerbate it. He's still humping against the curve of your ass, but he's no longer letting his cock drag through your slit, and you're desperate to get as much as you can from him.

"Does that look like someone who's in charge?" He asks, eyes boring into your own through the mirror, "Does that look like someone who calls the shots?"

"No," You gush pathetically on an exhale, dragging in oxygen much slower due to Anakin's partial closure of your windpipe, "No, I'm- I'm sorry, Ani, I didn't mean that."

"Good," He grunts, flexing the muscles in his biceps to lift your chin even higher. He does the rest with his face, nudging your head backwards with his chin until he can reach the wet ring of your lips. It's different now, agony on your neck as he's tipped you backwards instead of kissing you from the side, but there's something disgustingly hot about the way that his tongue slides over yours that makes you shudder with anticipation.

He licks over your tongue and latches onto your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth to nip at. When it's red and stinging he releases it, sucking up the drool that's sliding down your tongue. It's probably from his own mouth, but it's mixed with your saliva now, and he's happy to lap at it.

"Relax," He croons, voice kinder now that you're pliant and open for him to lick at. The word echoes in your mouth and you feel another shiver of pleasure run down your spine as he grinds against your ass, "I know what you want, baby, just let me give it to you."

[needlereads]

Primal Functions

dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit, non-con, breeding, bondage

A/N: woooo. this intrusive scenario would not leave my brain. continuation of Hardwired.

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He had your hands tied up, out of the way. The rope looped under both your knees, keeping your legs folded up. It gave Steve the most delectable view of your pussy, ripe and sensitive from the two times he had already pressed his thick cock into your hole to fill you with his cum.

He hadn't fucked you. No, as punishment, Steve was forced to jerk himself close to completion and only then did he thrust into you to deliver his seed. It minimized stimulation and pleasure for you, all while allowing him the alluring view of your body, your dips and curves, begging for his attention.

You had tried crossing the boundary of his property again. So here you were, all trussed up, the better to learn your lesson.

For a while, Steve left you untouched. Only spread open and at his disposal. He jerked at his cock, drinking in the sight of you, until he was at the edge, and only then did he push into you so his cum found home in your ripe cunt.

He slowly stroked his cock, still hard and eager for you. He had managed not to fuck you this long. But at this point, your naked body laid at his mercy tempted him beyond his control. Throw in your teary eyes gazing up to him, and well, Steve was only a man in love.

"See? When you're bad, we both hurt. I can't give you the loving you deserve." Even flushed with arousal, he stayed stern. "All I can do is treat you like the bad little doll you are." He didn't prefer treating you like his little cumdump, but you had pushed him to this.

And now, you were unable to resist the lust he stoked in you -- from his bare, adonis form looming over you, to his cock covered in slick that pumped cum into you while leaving you unsatisfied.

Your struggle had grown weak. Steve made sure the bonds kept you in place for the most part; the little wriggling that you managed with your hips, well, you were a vision that fueled Steve's desire.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, then sheathed himself in you, sighing as he watched your tight hole take him in. "So fucking pretty."

He kneaded you hip, caressed your calf. Hungry for you, his tongue traced the undercurve of your breast, salivating for the fullness of your tits. You arched into the heat of his mouth. Your legs tensed. You couldn't help the relief, the yearning, your skin ached for contact.

He sucked the point of your breast, forcing a whimper from you. In that softly dangerous purr, you could hear him.

"This is what you need. Isn't it...Look at you." He left wet kisses up your shoulder. He groaned, grinding against you. Your wrecked sigh had him huffing a laugh. How could you fathom being apart from him when he made you feel so good.

His fingertips teased down the back of your thigh, sending tingles though you. You could not resist stirring some more. Even the smallest shift from you changed the pressure of your pussy around his cock, so that Steve's head dropped back. His grip on your hip tightened, making you whine.

His thumb lightly played at your clit. You panted, as he added more pressure, and stayed buried deep. You grew hotter, his torture on your clit drawing pleasure higher.

Jaw tight, he soaked in your breathy sounds. That relentless friction on your clit finally drove you over the edge. Your orgasm had your body stiffening, your cunt pulsing around his shaft so deliciously. He was done holding back. A sob escaped your lips and Steve reveled in it.

Growling, Steve pulled back and thrust hard into you. "God, sweetheart. You drive me crazy, taking me so good." He worked his hips, driving into you hard, making you cry out. "I'm gonna fill you up so much."

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[storiesofsvu]

A New Kink

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: it's straight up smut, zero plot, fingering, praise, mommy kink(slightly more excessive than i would normally use it), squirting.

Emily managed to get you into the bedroom and stripped down in record time, her lips dancing with grace against yours while her tongue surged into your mouth. The kiss was all teeth and tongues, possessive, fiery and full of passion. After the day she’d had, Emily was left flying high, feeling incredibly powerful and in charge and that was shining through right now with the way she was maneuvering you through the bedroom, hands tight on your hips. While you were completely bare against her she’d only stripped down to her underwear, keeping the parts of her you wanted to see the most covered with red lace.

Her hands ghosted up your sides, thumbs brushing over the undercurve of your chest, feeling the way your breath caught in your throat her lips curved into a smirk against yours. Her teeth sunk into your lower lip and you whined, rutting your hips against her body and she broke the kiss with a chuckle. Her lips danced across your jaw, nibbling into your neck as she made home in the curve of your throat, wanting to mark you so everyone knew you were hers. Fingers pinched at your nipples, rolling them until they were hardened peaks, electricity shooting through your body at the sensation. Your knees finally hit the back of the bed and she shoved you back onto it, giving you a moment to shift backwards so you were comfortable between the pillows. Before she even had a chance to crawl over you, your hands were already tugging her back to you, whining needily for the feeling of her hands on your skin. She’d been riling you up all afternoon, lengthy texts with all the promises of what she was going to do to you the moment she got home and you were more than ready to cash in on those promises.

“My sweet pretty girl.” She purred, “always so good for me.” Her lips met yours once again in a burning kiss, one that her tongue swept through your mouth not leaving a single inch unexplored while her hands continued to toy with your tits.

Your back arched off the bed, pleasure shooting through your body at the way she was pinching at your skin, the fire of her lips on you but the ache between your legs was only growing. Her lips left yours, mouth ghosting over your neck once again, teeth sinking into your skin over and over again in the hopes of leaving you with multiple marks of varying degree. She sunk lower on your body, mouth wrapping around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth and one of your hands wound into her hair, holding her to you. Your moans got louder, body beginning to rock against hers, hips rutting towards her in search of some kind of friction.

“Fuck…” You groaned when her teeth sunk into your skin once again, it was clear she was very insistent on leaving you with as many marks as she could tonight.  

One of her hands tickled down your side, pinching at your hip as she moved her mouth to the other side of your chest, tongue lapping across your nipple before she sucked it into her mouth. Her fingers continued to trace patterns across your skin, taunting you, getting closer and closer to where you desired. Your pussy was already fluttering around nothing and you could feel your wetness building with each stroke of her tongue. Her hand circled around your thigh, fingers dangerously close to your cunt and you let out a frustrated whine.

“Mommy please!”

Her ministrations stilled, mouth popping off your tit as she looked up at you and for a moment you thought you’d ruined everything until you saw the way her eyes were darkening, the grin spreading across her cheeks.

“What did you just call me?” Her voice husked.

“M-mommy…” you whimpered out and she chuckled, crawling back over you, nipping at your collar bone before kissing your neck again.

“Call me that again.” She murmured, “tell me what you want pretty girl.”

“Please touch me mommy…” you begged, “need you to touch me.”

“Hmm…” she nudged at your chin with her nose, “you want mommy’s fingers?” She asked, finally running the tips of them through your folds and you gasped, “want mommy to fuck you?”

“Y- yes! Please!”

One finger slid into you torturously slow until she was buried deep into your pussy, feeling it flutter around the digit. Emily pumped it a few times until she easily added a second one, curling them right where you needed it.

“So wet already for mommy, you needy girl.” She bit your lip, letting it pop back as she suddenly sat up, settling on her knees between your legs so she could watch her fingers disappear into your warmth. “Squeezin’ me so tight pretty girl, you really like this don’t you?”

“Mmhmm.” You managed to whine out between moans. Her fingers plunged into you deeper, faster, twisting and curling with each thrust.

“God just listen to how fucking drenched you are.” She chuckled, the sopping noises from your cunt echoing through the room loud enough that you’d normally be embarrassed about being that turned on by a singular word but Emily was already making you see fucking stars.

“S-s…so close…” Your eyes were scrunched shut, fingers clawing at the bedspread as pleasure surged through you, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath between moans and gasps.

Emily’s fingers fucked into faster, curling with each thrust as she pressed against your g-spot, her free hand shifted, resting right above your clit pressing down as she brushed the spot within you over and over.

“Oh god!” You cried out, feeling your pussy pulse around her fingers.

“That’s it baby, I know you’re close, want you to squirt this time.”

“C-can’t.” You whined, a cry leaving your lips. Her hand stayed where it was, continuing to press but her thumb shifted, circling your clit, flicking at it as your trembled.

“Oh, but I know you can do it for mommy.” She purred and it was like a fire burst through your skin at the mention of the title, your peak soared through you, your hips rocking up to her hand as you cried out. Juices drenched her hand, dribbling down onto the bed in a small puddle and she hummed happily, chuckling as she watched the puddle grow larger and darker. The hand she had on your pelvis moved to scoop up some of the wetness, returning to your clit now with more force and speed while her fingers inside you started to slow.

“Fuck! Oh fuck!” Your body practically seized, shuddering beneath her.

“Mommy wants one more from you sweet girl.” She cooed, fingers brushing against the sensitive spot inside your wet walls and you moaned, your back arching off the bed as you came again, juices dribbling down her wrist. “That’s it….” She praised, giving you some relief as her hand left your clit and her fingers finally slipped out of you. You watched with wide eyes as she sucked her fingers into her mouth, cleaning your juices from them, “so sweet.”

“Holy shit.” You half laughed, finally beginning to catch your breath, “that was.. something else.” She chuckled, dropping back over you to steal a kiss.

“I think we just found a new kink.”

“I’d say so.” You gigged back.

“Well then what do you say about coming on mommy’s cock?” She raised a brow, watching the way your breath hitched, “would you like that?”

“Yes please…”

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Tickle the cute nipples, brush those royal girly buttons for sure ~

but did you know the whole boob is a tickle zone?~~

Oh yes, I'm going to be soooo soo rude about this~

And I'm not just talking underboob tickles ~ although they are such a delight, slipping hands under there so walky walky fingers can explore the undercurve of each delightful bouncer~ working slowly outward to just teeease the areolas with fleeting affection~ gotta thoroughly inspect that undercarriage after all~ a supple blush brush works wonders on those curves too, especially if they're bouncy ~

Those sideboobs are gonna get it too ~ a gentle probing touch with an index and middle finger will find where it tickles ~ there's always hot spots there, like the underarms and ribs and nipples are triangulating to create a lovely little ticklish erogenous zone ~ and with a gentle prodding massage of the fingers, all those cute bashful giggles will tumble out~

The topboob tickles can be addressed a few different ways ~ it's lovely to leave them last, because they'll always think there's nowhere else those regal avocados can be tickled ~ and that's when we draw little circles around those tender top tatas~ but we can also start there, especially reaching into a top so perfectly exposed to show off that surprisingly ticklish skin, drawing along the curvature, threatening of tickles to come~ a feather in this zone will be so sweetly mean, drawing up the tickles and slipping between to get those lovely boobgap tickles ~

No matter the strategy though, it's sooo cute how the nipples will protest all these incursions around them ~ all those tickles creeping closer and closer but never crossing the line ~ sooo stiff and wanting, ready to be tickled and teased and taunted ~ and they'll be sooo perfect for some electrifying lickly tickles, just the tongue tip darting along each button ~ while those dancing mean fingers take a tour of alll those lovely tickly spots discovered on dolce & gabana ~

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In Every Winter Night, Part 4 (Marry My Husband Fanfic)

Author's note: Don't read this in the office. Really. Don't. Part 4 of 4.

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Ji Hyuk

In the car, Ji Won sat quietly in the passenger seat. The day was over, and they were crossing the long bridge south, headed home. The highway lights passed over her rhythmically, sweeping over briefly before going dark again.  Ji Hyuk glanced over occasionally, drawn by the high line of her nose, and the exquisite shape of her lips.

He'd always thought she was beautiful, but as her confidence and assurance had grown she became regal - a queen of her own destiny, wrenching victory where others would lie defeated. He’d been attracted to her before, for her protective, nurturing side. But this, this fiercer side, was new. In recent weeks she had fundamentally changed, no, morphed, tearing her way out of old skin, to emerge like some sleek creature prone to laying quietly while hiding vicious fangs.

It made him weak in the knees. 

He knew his feelings had left like, and love a long time ago, and was dangerously close to full on worship already. 

Like this evening, at the all-team meeting. Ji Won had been killing it with her presentation, developing her proposed marketing strategy with layer after layer of data, anticipating objections and pushing back with iron-clad logic that showed she had already considered the pitfalls. He knew he sounded like an all-out nerd, admiring the genius of her analyses, but a part of him would always be the guy with the thick glasses and the cheap haircut. 

And this was despite being turned on all day by the naughty idea she had planted in his mind. 

Speaking of which, his heart had nearly stopped when, about 10 minutes into the presentation, she had paused. Then she had looked him in the eye, and said, “It’s quite warm in here, did someone turn up the thermostat? Give me a second while I take off this jacket.” His eyes had widened and words he could not say rushed through his mind, stomped screeching brakes and ended up a steaming 4-lane pileup in the middle of his brain. Which then proceeded to melt as her hands reached up to peel her jacket back and off. He couldn’t help it, his eyes went right to her breasts. 

Or… where her breasts would have been if they had not been behind some kind of …band? Ji Hyuk knew little of women’s fashion, but whatever she was wearing under her white shirt, it had no straps. Instead, like a censorship smudge, the pale material slashed across her torso, redacting her body safely and snugly away from any prying eyes, including his. He looked back up at her laughing eyes. 

He had nearly had a heart attack, and there she was laughing at him. He wanted to end the meeting right there and drag her off somewhere to smack her pert behind for the sheer torture she had put him through today. Speaking of which, he glanced over at her again, seated in his passenger seat, once again bundled in all the layers that winter dictated.

“Did you enjoy it, half-killing me today?” 

Ji Hyuk glanced at her face, and saw the rueful smile. “Maybe a little.”

His eyes turned back to the road. “It seemed like a lot more than 'a little',” he teased.

He heard the rustle of her moving, and from the corner of his eye he saw her unbuttoning her coat. 

“Too warm?”

“Yes.”

Something in her tone made him glance over. 

Then he gasped. He white-knuckled the steering wheel and somehow steered them across two lanes to the safety of the rode shoulder. An offended horn blared past, the driver flipping them off. Their car came to a shuddering, jerky stop as his foot spasmed on the brake.  

“Ji Won-sshi” was all he could say. His eyes were glued to the front of her shirt, where the chill air had made her nipples thrust into the placket of her silky shirt.  The material clung, and he learnt that she had slightly up-tilted breasts, with a generous undercurve. She was perfect.

“Touch me. Please,” she whispered, “- I..” Her voice shook, but her eyes remained trained on his. “I need you to touch me. You promised me it would be this week and all I did was think about how it would feel if you would just put your hands here.  All week, the slightest touch would make me hot, and I couldn’t stand it any more. So I wore the the tube-top today, just to have a thicker barrier than my bra.  But just now I took it off and-” and then she moaned from the heat of his hand.

He had cupped her. It was a very public area, and he wanted to protect her from prying eyes, but he couldn’t deny her, not when she was pleading for his touch. With shaking fingers, his left hand covered the luscious curve of her right breast, gently petting her. Experimentally, he squeezed, wanting to know how her flesh would give under his fingers. The car filled with the sound of desperate gasps for air, his, hers. 

Insistently, she arched her back, thrusting both breasts into the yellow street light slanting in from the windscreen. He could see the faint darker shadow of the tempting peak. With his index finger, he trailed an admiring touch over the insistent nubbin. Her body jerked, and the slight jiggle in her breasts broke him. His hand slid down to her waist, jerking her forward and burying his face between her breasts. He groaned and turned to mouth her. 

When she felt the wet lave of his tongue Ji Won’s body spasmed. Hard licks flicked her nipple through the shirt, followed by the desperate scrape of his teeth over the soaked cloth. She thrust both hands into his hair and pulled him even closer. “More, Ji Hyuk-sshi,” she whimpered. 

In the next second he was gone. She opened her eyes to protest. His face was grim and his hair stood up in tousled spikes. The fingers that until seconds ago had been loving her, gripped the steering wheel. He stared fixedly ahead as he fought to control his breathing. 

“Ji Won-sshi,” he growled. 

“Listen to me carefully. We have three and a half minutes before we reach home. For three and a half minutes, I will have to fight this damn erection and the urge to grab you. It will take everything I have.” 

He spared her one searing glance, taking in the wet, almost translucent spot on her shirt. His jaw worked and he determinedly pulled his gaze back to the road. 

“You, will now button up, and stay buttoned up. Do not move, by all that's holy, and do not make a sound or our first time will be on Seongsu Bridge, Seoul at, “ he glanced at the dashboard clock, “seven thirty-eight p.m.” 

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Ji Won

Ji Hyuk would be a desperate but thorough lover.

That was the only thought in her head as they tore into the basement car park, and drunken parked across two lots. He got out, slammed the door behind him, and marched around to her side. She was out before he could get to her, tugging her firmly buttoned coat into place. His eyes were dark, narrowed, and the frown across his wide brow would have been intimidating if she had not known that she was the cause.

His hands came up as if in surrender. 

“Do not touch me in the lift, Ji Won-sshi. Please.” His voice came out low and strangled, but at least he could speak. She could not get a word out past the tightness in her throat. She just nodded once. 

He pushed his hands as deep as they would go into his winter coat pockets and turned, leading the way to the lift lobby. His long, urgent strides made his coat flap behind him. He stabbed at the lift button, then he turned to watch her as she caught up. She prayed no one else would get into the lift. They would smell the sex in the air. 

Finally, finally, the doors opened on his floor. Again he strode in front of her, leading the way and opening the apartment door for her to enter. The door clicked behind them and his hands came up to grasp her arms. Oddly, he didn’t pull her in, but instead leaned down to examine her face. One eyebrow lifted. 

“Are you sure?” he rasped, the arousal in his voice still apparent. “We can still just play, as much as you want. Just count what I said earlier about us making love as the madness of the moment. I want you, with every fibre of my being. But only on your time. If you turn around and leave now, I will take a cold shower and deal with it. Do you hear me, Ji Won-sshi? It only makes sense for me when it makes sense for you.”

Ji Won reached up and pulled is hand away, one, then the other. They dropped to his sides. 

Then she lifted her chin, kept her eyes on him, and slid her coat and jacket off her shoulders. It hit the floor. His eyes narrowed, his breath quickened, but still he waited. 

With the tiniest tremor, she reached up and unbuttoned her shirt. One button. Two. And then the rest. The silken barrier whispered open. She watched him stare at her, and saw his eyes devour every inch of exposed skin. His gaze slid down,  tracing her creamy cleavage, before it reached her taut belly button. She put one hand on his forearm, still in his coat, the bunching muscles underneath twisting at her touch. She slid her hand down, till she could twine her fingers with his. 

She led him to his huge sofa, tugging him behind her. “Sit,” was all she said. 

He sat, putting his head even with her breasts. They had not turned on the living room lights, so the only source of light came from the city laid out below them, a wintry blue outline on every surface of the room. Boldly, she slipped out of her shirt, and it slid down her shoulders, the material catching briefly on the tips before it sighed to the floor.  He swore, and stared fixedly at her exposed breasts. Her nipples stood proudly, turgid and flushed, as they had been all day.   

“Take me,” she breathed.

His hands immediately came up to span her waist. He tugged her near, and opened his mouth over her, but this time nothing was protecting her from the searing sensation of his slippery, sensous tongue on her. Their moans filled the air. Breathing became difficult and she whimpered and squirmed in his arms. The scratchy roughness of his coat brushed the skin of her uncovered back and arms, almost overwhelming her with the stimulation. 

Her fingers dug into his wide shoulders, and she buried her nose into his hair, breathing in his spicy male scent, some beguiling mix of Yu Ji Hyuk and clean soap. She drove all her fingers through his silky hair, guiding him from left to right and then back again,  as he tugged and loved her breasts. She couldn’t help it, and writhed and squirmed back and forth, unwittingly pulling her breast out of his mouth with a soft pop.

Now, the only thing holding her steady were his strong hands, spreading restlessly over waist and  back, sliding over her skirt-covered behind to drag her body over his. 

She wanted to straddle him, but her pencil skirt didn’t have much room. So she reached down and tugged it up. Ji Hyuk felt the motion and he leaned back to relish the incoming view. Her body was bisected by a tight band of black pencil skirt, with bare, glistening nakedness above, and a tempting wisp of lingerie below. The tiny, silky triangle of white lace protected her, for now. He swore, and whispered his desire for her, telling her in shocking details the things he wanted to do with her, in that low rough-edged voice. He was  factual, specific and to the point, as was his style.  She was scandalized, but his words made images form in her mind, of sweaty tangled bodies, of his muscled back as he thrust into her, of pure pleasure. 

“Do you want all that, Ji Won-sshi?” he half-groaned the words. “Or tell me it’s too early and we’ll stop now.”

She shook her head desperately, pride schooled by her frantic need for this man. "More."

With a deep growl he wrapped her legs around his waist and stood up. One muscled arm wrapped around her waist, the other grabbed her behind. 

He put his lips to her ear and rasped, “To the room then.”

--

Ji Hyuk

He wanted badly to make their first night special. But that was when he still could think. 

Now, as he laid her out under him, he could only act. He shucked his jacket, frantic hands throwing everything to the floor with abandon. He toed off his shoes and fumbled and tugged his shirt over his head in the same motion. She just lay in bed, her lithe curves outlined by moon and city lights, wickedly half-dressed with her skirt around her waist and the little triangle of lace winking at him as she raised one knee. His pants and underwear were flung away and he joined her in bed. 

He twisted his fingers around the tiny scrap of lace and tugged hard. It ripped and he was not sorry. Something feral had woken in him when they met again in 2013, and it would not be soothed. Their little seduction agreement had unleashed that underlying monstrous need for her. Their love play had merely whetted the beast’s appetite. She opened her legs with a gasp, he immediately sunk in and everything, everything became searing white heat. 

Her fingers dug into his back, clutched his butt and she arched,  half-crying as she came. The ridiculous speed of her orgasm surprised him, and his body went rigid. He groaned senseless, begging words into her ear, fighting for some shred of control as her inner muscles throbbed and pulsed around him. She writhed sensually under him milking him thoroughly.

He tried to last a little longer, tried to keep grinding his hips to maximize her pleasure, but just like her, he went down.  The waves of lava heat burned through him and crashed over him, drowning him in the smell, shape and red spice of her. His hips jerked wild and uncoordinated, his chest and belly slid against hers and he came blindingly hard. 

--

In every winter night, In every summer day, In the flights of spring, in the spirals of fall, You're in my minutes, in my meals, in my shoes, In the big, in the small, You're my everything, my all.

--

Author's note: Well. Ahem. I was trying to give them a beautiful first night to remember. But Yu Ji Hyuk happened. He gave me a tiny smirk and he whispered in her ear, and there went all my plans.

I really wanted to finish this before the finale, so please excuse typos and weird transitions.

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[thirt13n]

she’s had her head down for the last half - hour or so; thumbs settled on either side of her nose, pressed against the curves of her brow bone while she tries to come up with a plan for the pair of them that doesn’t sound more like a wish list. she’ll claim the position helps her think; helps her block out everything ( or anyone ) around her long enough to find a way to make up for the series of events that have lead them here; all of which she takes personal responsibility for regardless of whether or not they are.

it doesn’t help that she can hear him from behind her self - imposed partition of blonde -------- his footfalls come and go in a pattern, and it doesn’t take all that much imagination to picture the path he’s making for himself around the room. ( she wants to glance up whenever she can feel that he’s close, but it’s a distraction she knows will quickly take up more of her time the moment her attention shifts. ) and maybe he knows it, too ------ because he takes matters into his own hands in a literal sense.

it starts with a sliver of light where there hadn’t been one before; fingers sinking into her hair and pulling it back like he’s searching for signs of life underneath ---------- and when she doesn’t protest his ‘interruption’, a slight sweep of her hair slowly turns into @sheruffs running his fingers along the side of her head, gathering up her hair as he goes, pushing what he can over her shoulder and starting the entire effort again at her temple. she doesn’t speak, even as a sweet - sounding ‘hi’ catches itself against her teeth before she has the chance to release it. instead she pivots on those thumbs; the ones still pressed up against the undercurve of her brows, angling her chin towards him and approving of his attention with an equally sweet hum.

she still may not have come up with anything as far as their situation is concerned, but she’s going to allow herself a moment to simply enjoy the softness of the gesture from someone who likes to insist over and over that no such part of him exists.

[livinlavidavili]

I grin slowly and gently grab his hand, leading his fingers along the undercurve of one, “soft, huh?”

"Holy hell," he whispers, still just staring at them in awe. So soft in contrast to his calloused fingers. He gulps a little and moves his hand to slowly, gently cup your entire breast, flushing once again. He could quite possibly keep his hand right here forever.

--

Initially, Anakin thinks the gentle brush of Cody's fingers is a bug that escaped into his shirt, so he smacks at his chest before pausing at the feeling of his full hand... grabbing at his pectoral? What the hell - ohhh. You have boobs.

"Anakin are you sure you're alright?" Rex asks him, brows furrowed.

"What? Oh yeah," Anakin nods quickly. "Mhm. Just- I can feel what Lili's up to. It's catching me by surprise."

[ddejavvu]

perv!anakin rubbing ur ass while you’re laying down

this post is 18+, minors dni.

The moment Anakin's hand creeps up the curve of your ass you shoot him a glare, your open book pinched pointedly open between your fingers.

"Not yet. You know the rules," Your narrowed eyes don't deter Anakin from digging his fingers into your flesh, a seedy gesture that he tries passing off as a massage every time."

"I know, i know!" He scoffs, looking indignant as if he's not guilty of exactly what you're accusing him of, "No sex until after your nightly thirty minutes of reading time."

He also looks slightly judgmental of your nightly habits, but you know that's only because he prefers flying sparks to turning pages.

"So," You draw the word out longer than it needs to be, wriggling your ass beneath his heavy-handed grip, "Get your hand off of me."

"I'm not instigating sex," He declares, looking almost smug at his attempted deception, "I just want to mess with it. Go back to reading."

His Jedi composure holds out, and he proves unbreakable against your scrutinizing glare. When you decide he's passed your evaluation, even if he is on rather thin ice, you turn back to your book, trying to ignore the way your ears burn at the continued presence of his large hand on your ass.

To his credit, he doesn't make any advances. Sure, the feeling of his massive hand kneading and massaging at the supple flesh of your ass is distracting, but it's a distraction that lights a flame below your gut, one that you know will simmer pleasantly until Anakin fans it after you're finished reading.

You focus as much as you can on your book, but when you hear Anakin move behind you, evidenced by the rustling of his clothes, you tune in.

His hand is steady in its persistent manhandling of your ass, but you suspect the other one is differently occupied. You hear Anakin let out a soft, shuddering sigh, and something sounds distinctly wet against his palm.

It doesn't take long for a rhythmic squelching to begin, roughly the measure of each stroke you presume Anakin is dragging up and down his dick. Suddenly the small flame beneath your stomach grows, licking voraciously at the undercurve of your belly.

"Anakin," You trail off, not quite brave enough to finish your sentence, but unwilling to turn and investigate for yourself, "Are you...?"

"Just pay attention to your book, baby," He grits out, breathing labored and voice strained as he squeezes hard at your ass, his opposite hand's pace increasing, "Nothing you need to worry about."

[ner-runi-cuyir-gar]

Kaz bites the inside of his cheek and forces himself to look away, images of that day still flashing in his mind any time he thinks about it.

Gods, you’re even making him week at the damn breakfast table. He is in such deep shit for the rest of his life with you- and the simple idea of that is also enough to get him more excited than it should.

I reach over and grab his hand, sliding it up my skirt to feel the undercurve of my belly and then my, once again, lacy underwear.

“Pre are you going to the moon too?” I ask and take a bite with my free hand.

[ddejavvu]

There’s something abt anakin just licking fat stripes up and down readers body during sex that gets me. Like that man wants you COVERED in saliva and he’s right.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

real real real real REAL. oaugh he knows it's fucking gross, he knows there's something so primal and carnal about sinking his teeth into your flesh the same way he'd rip into a hunk of meat for dinner - the way his spit coats your skin like he's going to make you his next meal.

he loves watching it glisten on your skin, he loves looking at you under the light and seeing a shining trail of his spit- his spit, the stuff that pools under his tongue and coats his teeth and leaks into your mouth when he kisses you extra sloppy.

he does not keep his habits confined to your mouth/chest/core. what's the fun in that? no, he wants to taste- to mark every part of you, he'll lick around your ankles and bury his face against the column of your spine just to lave his saliva over it. your jawline is fair game, and he might bite into the soft undercurve of your belly if you're not careful.

he loves seeing it wet, and feeling it slick beneath his fingers as he paints it over you, but he also likes feeling it tacky. mostly dried but never gone, sticky and half-wet and something you'd wriggle away from if you weren't arching your back into the contact. glued to your skin, always there, always a part of you now.

[ddejavvu]

pairing: han solo x reader

summary: you get a little distracted while giving han a blowjob // based on a message from my friend who i do not wish to expose by name, about "licking Harrison fords space body"

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Maybe it's that this time you're on your knees recreationally, not driven by a vapid pit of lust below the gut of the man standing before you. When you have the time to be thoughtful about sex, you typically prefer penetration, but today you'd felt like occupying your mouth, and Han had been happy to oblige.

"Well get after it, killer," He drawls, confused by your sudden hesitance. You've never wasted this much time before sucking his cock into your mouth before, and he's not sure why you're doing it now.

Your eyes are trained on his hips, broad, tan stretches of skin and muscle and bone that lead into his thick, sturdy thighs. You've heard a similar build be referred to as a tree trunk thigh, and you cant say you disagree with the description; they're strong and firm, something you'd definitely like to climb.

You've squeezed his thighs before, flung your arms around his waist when he'd tried easing you off of his cock before you were ready to let go to anchor yourself to him. You've touched them, you've sat on them, you've ogled them, but you've never fully appreciated them like you want to do now.

"Come on," He urges, voice taking on an exasperated bite, "What're you doing down there, meditating? Get in there."

He braces a hand at the back of your head and pushes it forwards into his hips, his hard cock running into your face. You scramble to open your mouth and suck it between your lips where it had been smearing sticky precum against your cheek, a stain of it left across your chin, too. He gives you a moment to get settled but you're still distracted, and Han can tell in the way that you're only absentmindedly suckling at the head of his cock.

His mouth ticks down in a disgruntled frown and he reverses his grip on your head, pulling instead of pushing. Your scalp burns where he tugs at your hair but it's only enough force to get you off of his cock, and you lick across your sticky bottom lip while staring up at him, waiting for an explanation.

"What's with you today, crazy?" He asks, eyes narrowed as he thumbs at your chin, "You got somethin' on your mind?"

"Your thighs," You admit, voice already a tad raw from sucking his cock, no matter how casually you'd been doing it, "They look really good."

"My- thighs?" He confirms, brows furrowed, "You had my dick in your mouth, and you were thinking about my legs?"

"They're sexy," You breathe, reaching up to ghost your fingers against one of his thighs, feeling its warmth beneath your touch, "Han, can- can I please...?"

"What?" Now he's thoroughly exasperated, "Spit it out."

You do quite the opposite, and attach your mouth to his thigh.

You're sure that the warm, wet swipe of your tongue over his hip is strange, and you wonder if you'll ever hear his breath catch again so sharply, so weakly. It's a sound he's drawn out of you countless times, but never have you managed to catch him off guard enough for it to come out of him. His muscles tense under your tongue and you turn to teeth, gnawing gently on the firm mass of tanned flesh between your jaw.

"-the fuck do you think you're doing?" He demands to know, even more alarmed when your tongue wets the outermost undercurve of his ass - barely teasing at the skin there but enough to send him into a daze.

"Your hips are so sexy," You breathe, words fanning hot over his side as you bite down on his hipbone once more. There's something deliciously taboo about them, typically covered if only for the modesty of another body part; chaste in design but sinful in association, "Han, please- please just let me stay here for a minute."

He's persuaded by the way that you dip your tongue into the crease between his thigh and his cock, lapping at the sweat-tacky skin there and ignoring the way that his balls nudge against your face. His hand flies to his cock, stroking it before he even realizes he's moved it, words uncharacteristically strained as you press a parting kiss to his balls before snaking your tongue downwards in a slimy trail.

"Fine. Fine, shit," He hisses, feeling the burn of your fingernails into his skin as you wrap your arms around his thigh. You hear obscene squelching sounds as Han strokes himself off, vigorously thanks to your efforts in soaking his thigh with your drool, although he pretends not to enjoy it, "Y'know, something's wrong with you. Gave you my cock and you're over here chewing on my leg instead."