#unfiltered symphony

[chosesun]

i go on vacation in less than 5 days and if u don't think im not gonna take Luke with me, you would be wrong. you're all gonna be sick of me by the end of it.

[carcarrot]

denim jacket

[niilue]

pounding sub!illumi to oblivion as we readers watch his emotionless facade fall. he’s moaning out and sobbing for more and that’s exactly what we give him until he’s moaning/whining out of overstimulation. you can add whatever more you want to this!

have a good day!💗

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub illumi

cw: dom!reader, male top, breeding kink, voice kink, illumi needy and vocal

illumi's emotionless facade had always been his defining trait, a mask of stoicism that rarely, if ever, faltered. but now, that mask was crumbling. you had him pinned beneath you, his body trembling as you pounded into him relentlessly. his long black hair clung to his sweat-slicked skin, and his usually impassive face was contorted in pleasure.

each thrust elicited a moan from illumi, the sound growing louder and more desperate with every movement. his voice, usually so controlled, was now a symphony of whimpers and sobs, a melody that spurred you on. you knew exactly how to break him, and you reveled in the power you held over him.

"more," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "please... more."

you obliged, increasing your pace, driving into him with a force that made the bed creak. his legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, deeper. every thrust pushed him closer to the edge, his body quivering with the intensity of it all.

"look at you," you murmured, leaning down to kiss the tears from his cheeks. "begging for it like a good boy."

illumi's eyes fluttered open, wide and glassy with need. the once cold, emotionless gaze was now filled with a raw, unfiltered desire. he moaned louder, his hands clawing at your back, leaving red marks in their wake. he was a moaning, whining mess, his voice a mixture of broken cries and breathless pleas.

"please," he sobbed. "please, i can't..."

but you didn't let up. you kept going, pushing him beyond his limits, watching as his composure shattered completely. his moans turned into screams, his body writhing beneath you as he came, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that left him trembling.

but you weren't done. not yet. you continued to thrust into him, even as he whined in overstimulation, his body convulsing with every movement. the overstimulation was exquisite, his mind a blur of pleasure and pain. he could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words, and the only thing that escaped his lips were broken cries and sobs.

"you wanted this," you reminded him, your voice a low growl in his ear. "you begged for it."

he nodded weakly, unable to speak, his body completely at your mercy. you leaned down, pressing your lips to his ear. "i'm going to fill you up," you whispered. "breed you until you can't take anymore."

illumi's eyes rolled back in his head at your words, another sob escaping his lips. the thought of being filled, claimed, bred— it drove him wild. he was lost in the sensation, his body a puppet to your desires.

you felt him tighten around you, and with one final, powerful thrust, you came, filling him with your seed. the sensation pushed illumi over the edge once more, his body convulsing as he came again, his voice hoarse from screaming.

you stayed like that for a moment, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies entwined. then you pulled out, watching as your cum dripped from his spent body, a proof to your domination.

illumi lay there, his chest heaving, his face flushed and tear-streaked. he looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. he was a mess, a beautiful, broken mess, and you knew you had pushed him to his limits.

but he had wanted it. he had begged for it. and you had given him exactly what he craved.

[sugarfairyteez]

Seonghwa: Sloppy

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem! Reader

Word count: 882

Warning: Involves mature content containing vulgar activities and language. Minors do NOT interact.

Includes:

Finger Penetration, Swears, Dirty Talk, Slight Humiliation & Degradation, Katoptronophilla (Mirror Kink), Slight Cum Play, Cum Tasting, Clit Slapping

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“O-Oh fuck y-you”

The staggered words uttered from your lips, compared similarly to that of a drunk slur. It dragged from your tongue, the curve in your posture peaked as your back arched. Silk grazed your fingertips, digits seeping in the creamy satin sheets that layered beneath you. Whines past your ragged breaths flooded the capacity, bouncing gentle echoes in your burning ears.

Composure was left shambled— the sanity unrecognized and gone.

"Don't you think I'm doing that enough already dollface?"

Rich velvet sliced into the thick atmosphere, filling in the empty gaps. The honey-smoothed tone whistled deep. "Maybe open those pretty eyes for a moment."

Shivers clashed with the goosebumps. Jitters fluttered throughout your bloodstream, the lids lifting uneased. Warmness caressed you, your reflection gazing with wonder-filled eyes and rosy-tinted cheeks. Face reeked with exhaustion, it captured an accurate depiction of your current state.

The mirror.

You were reminded of its existence, perched perfectly before you. Breathless, you laid, basking in the curves and dips of your naked form. Your heart weighed, tracing the outlines of the position your legs state. Sprawled out and folded back, they spread, exposing the depths of vulnerability.

Your bare pussy glistened in its full glory— the shine reflected the tidal wave gushing within you. Long and slender digits were engulfed by the wetness of your arousal, consumed whole in your leaking cunt. The base that attached the fingers glistened; the streams of sweet nectar overflown, cascading with shifting movements. Bending in and out gracefully with such elegance of your juicy cunt.

"Enjoying the view? Aren't you sweet pussy?"

Smooth melodies kissed your ears. The heat climbed, reaching its peak, setting your flesh in bustling flames. 'Sweet Pussy". Such a lewd nickname that brought delight, affecting you in undiscovered ways. It was merely bittersweet in the image that portrayed resentment towards his charms. Yet, you dwelled in deeply.

Your eyes ignited with exhaustion, a notable contrast between the ones belonging to the man behind you. Glints hinted his mischievous motives— his pretty and plumped lips curved in a scandalous smirk. He was breathtaking, displaying an unfiltered and raw-cut beauty no other being possessed.

"H-Hush Seonghwa—"

Voice ached in pleasure, whispering through the air in the quietest symphony. The bliss rushed, consuming and swallowing you whole. Your irises mellowed, hypnotized by the relentless digits. The trembles in your breathing increased, ragged with each harsh blow. "J-Just fucking h-hush!"

Whines traveled throughout the space, your body cowering and crashing against the smooth skin of his toned chest. Contacting his skin drove you beyond your capacity. Your heart sunk lowly, noting the new angle— his fingers curved, knocking against the special spot. Shivers danced along your spine, goosebumps rising against your skin. His buzzing chuckles filled in yours acoompanying the warmness of his hot breath.

“Well, I cannot blame you entirely…”, Seonghwa’s voice trailed, booming in a majestic force. “The view is magnificent, sweet pussy"

He drove you straight over the edge.

Lewd moans spewed, reflecting every ounce of pleasure that rushed. Your legs trembled— your stomach overflowing with intense sweetness. Building up sweetly, the essence of your nectar oozed from your pussy, hastily gushing over his relentless digits.

“F-Fuck!—”, Your soft cries broke through your pleads. “S-Stop calling me t-that!”

Warmness ghosted, skimming over your ear’s cartilage. Plumped softness grazed upon your skin with each light spoken word. “Why huh? Because you like it?”

Eyebrows scrunched, your irises were glued on the relentless fingers. Plunged deep inside your dripping cunt, bumping steadily— traces of juices running over his flexing knuckles.

Embarrassing to watch, yet so exciting to see.

“N-No—”, You huffed. “I-I hate it—”

The untruthfulness shined through your words. Obvious to the naked eye, told by the shakiness in your voice. Stomach twisted at his chuckles, the sensitivity then jolting at a sudden thump on clit. You could only screamed in pleasure.

“Don’t lie to me Princess…”

Gush pierced, squelching through the silence that filled. Emptiness replaced the warmth— your hole welcomed the surrounding air. Butterflies scattered, the anticipation rippling in your blood. He’d taunted, slicked and coated digits gradually rising. Your breaths hitched, stuck underneath the tips of his fingers.

“I can tell when you’re lying…”, Seonghwa whistled.

Essence glided, the residue glistened behind the trace of his fingertips. Sweet juices coated thinly, smeared across your lips with a dragging swipe. Witnessing became unbearable.

“You love being my little slut, don’t you?”

Force pushed past the barrier between your lips. Separation formed naturally— your taste scattered across your taste buds. Whiny moans muffled, suffocated by the base of his fingers. The pressure ran along your tongue, Seonghwa’s digits sliding in further.

Your brain short-circuited— the light gags uttered triggered by his dainty digits. Slipped in and out with slowed and ragged motions, gliding deeper. You’d took his fingers as if it were his cock. “I know that you do…”

His voice dragged, ringing sweetly in your ears. Slight rasp laced in his tone, eliciting the throbs pulsated in your cunt, anticipating to be touched once again. “Just look how sloppy you look for me doll face”

Pulled digits glistened with your saliva. Moans trailing in the atmosphere, eyes fluttering shut with the re-entered digits. The squelch more piercing than the last.

“You’re having the best time, I’m for certain”

[vanteguccir]

Matt slowly and sloppily thrusting up inside you while literally putting his tongue down your throat. SOFT AND NEEDY TALK AS WELL

── ୨୧ !　a small blurb where matt's fucking you slowly while kissing the hell out of you

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

Y/N's heart thundered in her chest as Matt's weight pressed down on her, their bodies slick with sweat and the room thick with the smell of sex. The dim light cast shadows on their entwined figures, highlighting the sheen of desire that clung to their skin, the heat between them palpable.

Matt’s eyes were dark with hunger as he gazed down at her, his hand trailing from her cheek to her throat, where her pulse beat wildly under his fingertips.

"You’re so pretty." He murmured, his voice rough with need, sending a shiver through her.

She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down into a kiss that was anything but gentle. Their lips collided with a fervor that spoke of their desperate need. The kiss was wet, messy, and all-consuming. His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that left her breathless.

Their tongues tangled in a sloppy, frantic dance, each trying to dominate the other. The wet, obscene sounds of their kiss filled the room, mingling with the soft, breathless moans escaping her lips. Saliva mixed and dripped from their mouths, their kiss so intense that strands of saliva connected them each time they parted for breath.

"Matt." She gasped against his mouth, her voice trembling with need. "I need more. I need you."

His response was a deep, guttural groan as he thrusted into her, his movements slow and deliberate, yet filled with an intensity that made her toes curl.

"I need you too, dove." He whispered, his lips moving to her neck, where he nipped and sucked at her sensitive skin, leaving a wet trail. "Y'feel so good. Fuck-"

She arched her back, pressing closer to him, her hands roaming over his back, feeling the taut muscles flex beneath her touch. Every inch of her was alive with sensation, every nerve ending attuned to him as he filled her completely.

Her right hand found Matt's messy, wet hair, fisting the strands and pulling hard. Matt's jaw dropped in ecstasy at the sensation, his head forcefully leaving the crook of her neck, and Y/N took advantage of his now open mouth to join it with hers again.

Their kiss grew more frantic, tongues clashing in a messy, desperate rhythm that matched the slow, powerful thrusts of his hips. The wet, obscene sounds of their kiss mixed with the soft, breathless moans escaping her lips and the deep groans scaping his throat, creating a symphony of raw, unfiltered need.

Matt pulled back slightly, a thick strand of saliva connecting their lips before breaking. His forehead rested against hers as he looked into her eyes, his breath coming in ragged pants, hitting her nose and cheeks.

"You’re everything to me, Y/N." He whispered, his voice thick with pleasure. "I can’t ever get enough of you."

She cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing over his slick cheeks, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

"I’m yours, Matt." She breathed, her voice breaking with the intensity of it all. "I’ve always been yours."

His lips crashed back onto hers, the kiss even messier and more fervent than before. Their need for each other was palpable in every touch, every movement. His hips moved with a more deep, deliberate rhythm, each thrust drawing a soft whimper from her lips as he hit just the right spot.

"I love you." He whispered against her mouth, his voice a desperate plea. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too, baby." She whispered back, her voice trembling. "More than anyth- Ugh-"

Her back arched when she felt his head hitting her cervix repeatedly after he changed his angle, bruising her insides just the right way. Matt groaned with the vision, his movements growing more urgent, his need for her overwhelming.

"I can’t hold back, baby." He panted, his breath hot against her lips. "I need you." He whimpered pathetically, thrusting so deeply that his balls were squeezed against her ass cheeks, giving him more pleasure.

"I’m he-ere." She whispered, her voice a soft, reassuring murmur breaking with the amazing feeling. "I-I’m here."

Their bodies moved together in a sloppily but sensual dance, the world around them fading away until there was nothing but the two of them, lost in each other. His thrusts grew deeper, his lips never leaving hers, their kiss a constant connection.

Y/N could feel the wetness of their kiss spreading, their saliva mixing and dripping down their chins as their tongues continued their messy, desperate dance. The taste of him was intoxicating, the feeling of his tongue moving against hers driving her wild with desire.

"Ba-abe." He breathed, his voice a broken whisper against her cheek. "I’m close. I'm so fucking close."

"Me too, baby." She whispered back, her voice trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. "Don’t stop, Matt. Please, don't stop."

He didn’t, his movements growing more frantic, his need for her driving him forward. The tension built between them, their bodies moving in perfect harmony until finally, with a shared cry, they shattered together, their orgasms spilling over in a wave of overwhelming pleasure.

I don't really like this one 🤡 but I hope it's a bit good at least 😭

[mononijikayu]

i wanna be your slave — ryomen sukuna.

In this intimate cocoon, where every sensation was heightened and every touch was electric, you and Sukuna were locked in a world of your own making. The heat and arousal created an environment of pure, unfiltered mess and desire, the outside world nothing more than a distant memory. Sukuna's breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, his voice a deep, commanding murmur. “Forget what they told you, hm?” he said, his tone laced with a dark, seductive edge. “All those warnings, all those fears—they mean nothing here.”

Genre: Alternate Universe — Canon Convergence

Warning/s: Alternate Universe, NSFW, Concubine! Reader, Heian! Trueform Sukuna, R-18, Pure Smut, Explicit Sex, Roughness, Unprotected Sex, P on V Sex, Double Penetration, Pet Names, Praising, Patronizing Insults, Teasing, Breeding, Size Differences, Overstimulation, Creampie, Possessiveness, Profanity, Mentions of Body Parts, Mention of Explicit Sexual Acts, Mention of Breeding, Mention of Rough Acts, Reader Is Trying to Survive Sukuna, Sukuna's Obssessed As Hell;

Words: 3.2k words.

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kayu's playlist - side 800;

note: i don't know if i wrote this very well but this was really something that i took a time to write this because i kept imagining how the positions would work in my head. also sukuna really is hot guys like heian sukuna does things to me??? ashes of love really should have been this too ngl??? anyway, i hope you all enjoy this!!! i love you all!! see you on the satoru reincarnation series <3

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YOU ALWAYS SURRENDERED TO SUKUNA FAST. The room was saturated with a heady blend of heat and arousal, the atmosphere almost palpable in its intensity. The air was dense, carrying the weight of your shared desire as it mingled with the primal, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin. Each slap of Sukuna’s hips against yours echoed with a visceral, urgent rhythm that seemed to reverberate through every corner of the room.

The walls themselves felt like they were closing in, drawn tighter by the charged energy of the moment. The temperature seemed to rise with every movement, the warmth of your bodies pressed together creating a cocoon of intimacy and passion. This charged environment only intensified the connection between you and Sukuna, making every touch and thrust feel magnified.

Every motion between you two seemed to magnify the electric tension that hung in the air. As Sukuna’s body moved against yours, each shift and thrust was a testament to the raw, unfiltered power he exerted. His control over the situation was palpable, a tangible force that heightened the pleasure and surrender coursing through you. 

The rhythmic clash of your bodies was both relentless and hypnotic, a primal dance of domination and submission. The sound of your breaths mingling with the rhythmic pounding was music to your lord’s ear, that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Each stroke and shift in position was like a perfect note in a symphony of desire, amplifying the intensity and pushing deeper.

The heat in the room grew almost unbearable, not just from the physical exertion but from the charged atmosphere created by your shared passion. It was a space where every subtle movement, every whispered breath, and every touch was amplified, magnifying the depth of your connection. The air was thick with anticipation, each moment stretching out as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable crescendo.

In this intimate cocoon, where every sensation was heightened and every touch was electric, you and Sukuna were locked in a world of your own making. The heat and arousal created an environment of pure, unfiltered mess and desire, the outside world nothing more than a distant memory.

Sukuna's breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, his voice a deep, commanding murmur. “Forget what they told you, hm?” he said, his tone laced with a dark, seductive edge. “All those warnings, all those fears—they mean nothing here.”

You gasped, the sound swallowed by the intensity of his thrusts. Your body responded to him with a desperate need, and you clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “I don’t care about them, my lord.” you breathed out, your voice trembling with both pleasure and conviction. “I want it to be good. I want it hard. Only you can give it to me.”

A satisfied smirk curled on Sukuna’s lips, his eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of pride and desire. “You know that’s right, hm?” he growled, his voice rough with arousal. “No one else can touch you like this, no one else can make you feel what I do.”

His words were a taunt and a promise, each thrust a reminder of the exclusive, raw connection between you. “You need this, don’t you?” he continued, his voice low and seductive. “You need me to push you, to make you feel every inch of me.”

You moaned in response, your body arching to meet his forceful movements. “Yes, my lord!” you gasped, your voice barely audible over the sound of your shared passion. “I need you. Only you can—”

“Only I can do what? Huh, little one?” Sukuna interrupted, his tone sharp and commanding. “My lord, huh? I am your only one. The only lord that can make you come undone, make you beg for more?”

“Uh—uh, yes!” you cried out, your voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. “Only you can make me lose control, make me feel this way.”

His grin widened, a dark satisfaction reflected in his eyes. “Good little girl..” he murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Because I plan to make sure you never forget just how right it feels with me. I’ll push you, make you crave every moment of this.”

You could feel the way Sukuna’s hips moved with a relentless, rhythmic pounding, each thrust a masterful display of control and power. His smirk, a wicked and triumphant curve of his lips, spoke volumes about his dominance and satisfaction. It was clear that he reveled in the way he made you shiver and quake beneath him, finding pleasure in both the physical and emotional control he wielded. He liked power. You’ve always known that. You always knew that he was too good at it. And he liked it.

He alternated between the two with a deliberate precision, his cocks switching in and out of you with a calculated force. You could feel tears piercing through your eyes, one after another. He was hitting hard, he always has. Each motion was both punishing and exhilarating, a dance of dominance and submission that left you breathless and yearning for more. The friction between you was electric, building with every thrust until your body could no longer contain the overwhelming surge of pleasure.

As your lord Sukuna fucked you hard and fast, his movements were driven by a primal need to own you, to punish you, to pleasure you. You could feel everything. It’s the way one cock after the other pressed and stretched you with every thrust made your body quiver uncontrollably. You could feel your nerves, like they were on fire, each touch and penetration igniting a chain reaction of pleasure that coursed through you with relentless intensity.

You were reduced to nothing when it comes to him. And you liked it. When he picks you in the room, out of all those witless lines of girls, you always feel like you were the chosen one. Each night felt like you were being cleansed. He was your devil, giving your redemption. Looking to be cleaned by the mess he gives you. And you never complained like all those girls did. You took it. You loved it. You worshiped it, his pleasure. 

Every inch of your body can only come alive with the sensation of your lord Sukuna’s cocks inside of you, overtaking you whole. Your eyes rolled back intensely as the sound of his hips meeting yours was a relentless thunderstrike, driving you closer and closer to the brink of completion. The more it hurt, the more it raged inside of you, the more your moans and gasps filled the room. Sukuna thinks that you create such a beautiful symphony of pleasure for him. With each surrender too, it can only ever become even sweeter. 

The sensation of his cocks bullying deeper and deeper one after another into you was a blend of pain and pleasure, each thrust pushing you further into a state of complete submission. If anyone were to watch it, they would be sickened by it. To see such a lady be ravaged like she was a prey of some monster. But you didn’t care. You would think anyone watching would be too dead to give any opinion either. 

His large hands gripped onto you tighter. You could feel the way your skin was slick with sweat, your body trembling under the sheer force of his dominance. You were exhausted to be sure, but you would never say that. Nor would you say that the  friction was almost too much to bear. You wanted to make your lord feel good. You wanted to make yourself feel good too. This was exactly what you craved, this animalistic raw, unfiltered desire that surged between you cannot be stopped. Not when he has awakened it in you.

The more time went on and continued, the more the world outside ceased to exist. All that was left was reduced to the intimate space between you two, where his dominance and your submission were the only things that mattered. Your lips parted, loud mewls and cries escaping as he bullied his thick cocks impossibly deeper inside you. You wondered at times if there was even space for his cocks to go deeper into you. But you don’t think nothingness will stop him. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, the intensity overwhelming your senses.

“My poor little thing.” he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. “I thought you liked this sort of thing? I thought you liked being my beauty, hm? Thought you liked how I could be a monster to you, with these cocks?”

“I–I…I do!” you moaned shakily, drool falling off your lips as your legs trembled as he switched fully to the other cock, the one you swore was even larger, stretching you to your limits. “‘I–I do! M–my lord….please….”

“Feeling me good down there, huh?” he teased, his voice a low growl that reverberated through you. “You could feel it well, how it swells inside you, hm?”

Sukuna hammered into you with an unrelenting rhythm, his movements taking on a relentless and demanding pace that left no room for respite. Each thrust hurt, it was a reminder. A powerful assertion of no one else but him could have shown. He was a force that drove deep into you with a precision that made your entire body quiver. The intensity of his movements was almost blinding, the world outside fading into insignificance as the sensation of him inside you became the only reality.

His cocks, thick and veined, always pushed against your walls with an almost brutal insistence. Your pussy struggled to accommodate his girth, the friction building with every deep, forceful thrust. His cock’s relentless pounding created a delicious stretch that had your walls clenching and tightening around him, trying desperately to adjust to his size. The sensation of being so fully and thoroughly filled was dizzying, sending waves of pleasure and overstimulation that pushed you closer to the edge with each passing moment.

Sukuna’s hands were firm and unyielding as they gripped your hips, the pressure of his fingers bruising against your flesh. The way he held you, forcing you to remain in place, accentuated the feeling of being completely at his mercy. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto yours with an almost predatory gaze. There was a challenge in his look, daring you to endure, to keep up with the relentless pace he set. He wanted you to take everything he had to give, and the sheer force of his gaze made it clear that he expected nothing less.

Your body responded instinctively to his relentless assault, meeting his movements with a desperate fervor that bordered on madness. Every thrust seemed to ignite a new level of pleasure within you, pushing you further toward the brink of ecstasy. The rhythm of his pounding was relentless, a ceaseless drive that had you gasping and moaning in time with each forceful push.

Your mind was a haze of pleasure, every sensation magnified to an almost unbearable intensity. The way Sukuna’s cocks moved inside you one after another, the way his hands held you in place, and the look of determination in his eyes combined to create a torrent of feelings that left you teetering on the edge of release. You clung to him, your body arching and writhing beneath him, driven by a primal need to meet his dominance with an equally fierce submission.

The four walls of this room seemed to spin around you over and over, and you surrendered completely to the overwhelming tide of pleasure, lost in the sensation of lord Sukuna’s dominance and the exquisite pain and pleasure he brought with every thrust. In his arms, you were both undone and complete, your world reduced to the here and now, to the heat and power of Ryomen Sukuna’s touch.

Sukuna’s pace never faltered as he drove into you with relentless intensity, your body arching under his expert touch. His dark red eyes were dark with desire, a mix of possession and something deeper that flickered within their depths. He knows he owns you, and yet somehow — he still wants more of you. He still craves to own you. Over and over, each night he asks for your presence, to take you over and over. He still wants more. He still has the greed, the hunger to want more.

“You are my precious little one, hm? I cannot let anyone find you like this. Your lord is too jealous.” Sukuna growled, his voice rough with emotion as he watched you writhe beneath him. Each word was punctuated by a powerful thrust, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. “He does not like his little one getting looked at, hm? Only he can do that, don’t you agree?”

If a servant was out there, you knew that all they'd hear was your gasps and the sound of Sukuna’s hips slamming against you. But you doubt they would be allowed to live. No one was allowed to even be near this room when Sukuna took his rights with you. He wants it to only be him. He has always made it clear — you belonged to him. No one else. 

You groaned as you pulled at his massive arms, trying to catch some levity. But as he changed the position slightly, to get deeper into you — you lose any relief.  His massive hands moved to your thighs, pulling you closer, deeper, as if he could never get enough. You could feel it, your eyes were closing soon. You were passing out from exhaustion. He snickers.

“Make good on your promise, little one.” he continued, his breath hot against your ear. “Take it all. You cannot fail your lord now, my little willing cock slave.”

As though by sheer force of will, your body responded instinctively to his words. Tired as you were, you were eager to please and be blessed. You do all you could to keep your hips rising to meet his own, chasing the pleasure that only he could give. You were going to come, you were certain of that. You must last. You must make sure of it. You let out another round of groans and moans, your face falling deeper into the futon as his touch igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with every passing moment.

Lord Sukuna’s gaze never wavered from yours, his expression fierce and unyielding. His eyes bore into you with an intensity that seemed to challenge you, daring you to look away or deny the deep, primal connection that bound you together. There was a dark satisfaction in his gaze, a silent promise of dominance and fulfillment that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

As his rhythm quickened, the pace of his thrusts became even more relentless. His hips snapped against you with a force that was both commanding and punishing, each movement driving you closer and closer to the brink of complete ecstasy. The intensity of his thrusts was almost brutal, each powerful push sending waves of pleasure crashing through you, leaving you breathless and desperate for release.

Sukuna’s lips curled into a smirk as he snickered, a sound that was both dark and triumphant. He could feel the way your body responded to him, the way you were on the edge of surrendering completely to the pleasure he provided. His eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction, knowing that you were ripe for the taking, ready to receive the full extent of his dominance and desire.

He could sense that you were prepared to take his cocks, that you were attuned to the pleasure they brought. His confident smirk widened as he considered the implications of your submission, his thoughts turning to more than just the immediate gratification. He thought about the possibility of his heir, a thought that only intensified his desire and determination. The idea of you carrying his legacy, of your body being marked by him in such a profound way, added a new layer to the already intense connection between you. Because there is no one more worthy. More perfect in his eyes. His little one, his favorite.

One after another, lord Sukuna drove home the feeling of his dominance, making it clear that you were his in every sense. The powerful rhythm of his hips, the unrelenting pressure of his touch, and the fierce intensity of his gaze combined to create a moment that was both exhilarating and all-consuming. The pleasure was overwhelming, and as you spiraled closer to the edge, you knew that this was not just about physical release but about something deeper, a connection that bound you both in ways beyond mere words.

As your lord Sukuna’s thrusts grew more erratic and intense, even more brutal than before —  his control over the rhythm of his movements began to waver. The pressure building within him reached a fever pitch, and his gaze remained locked on yours with an unwavering intensity. Each thrust became more forceful, his hips snapping against you with a powerful urgency that drove you both closer to the edge.

The sensation of his cocks moving inside you, the sheer force of his dominance, and the pleasure coursing through your body reached a crescendo. Your moans and gasps were almost lost amidst the sound of his relentless pounding, your entire being consumed by the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

With a low, guttural growl, Ryomen Sukuna’s control finally shattered. He released inside you with a forceful, shuddering climax. His cocks pulsed and throbbed, sending thick, hot streams of his essence deep within you. The sensation of his release was both exhilarating and overwhelming, a powerful wave of warmth and satisfaction that filled you completely.

As he came, his grip on your hips tightened even further, the pressure a reminder of his dominance. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his expression a mixture of intense pleasure and fierce satisfaction. He could feel every spasm of your body around him, every tremor of pleasure that accompanied his release. His snickers of triumph were now replaced by a deep, primal satisfaction, knowing he had pushed you to the brink and beyond.

You, too, felt the impact of his climax, your body reacting instinctively to the warmth spreading inside you. The pleasure was a heady mix of relief and fulfillment, leaving you feeling both exhausted and deeply satisfied. Sukuna’s presence was a constant, heavy weight, a reminder of the intense connection that had just reached its peak.

He pulled back slightly, his breath coming in heavy, uneven gasps. His gaze softened, though the intensity of his satisfaction remained. His smirk returned, though it now carried a note of smug satisfaction, as if he knew he had pushed you both to the limits and beyond.

“See how perfect this is?” he murmured, his voice a deep, velvety growl. “You were made for this, for me. No one else could ever satisfy you like this.”

As your eyes close slowly, you can only know you were.

You were made for this, you were made by the devil for him.

As slumber takes hold of you, you can only let out a silent prayer.

You prayed that your lord Sukuna will never tire of his little one.

Because you knew, if he did, then he would have no more use for you.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Embraced

Word count: 816

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Charles girlfriend experiences the electrifying passion of the Tifosi as she celebrates Charles victory at Monza, discovering a deep sense of belonging and love within the Ferrari family.

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The roar of the engines at Monza had always been exhilarating, but today it was different. Today, it was personal. I stood by the edge of the Ferrari garage, nerves fluttering in my stomach like the hundreds of red flags waving in the stands. The Tifosi had always been passionate, their love for Ferrari unmatched, but this time, it felt like I was a part of that love—a small but significant part of a legacy that had spanned generations.

Charles had won. He had taken Ferrari to victory at Monza, and the roar of the crowd was deafening, vibrating through my very bones. The moment the checkered flag waved, signaling his triumph, the Tifosi erupted in pure, unfiltered joy. Their chants of "Leclerc! Leclerc!" echoed across the circuit, a symphony of adoration and pride that sent chills down my spine.

As Charles climbed out of his car, I watched him raise his hands in the air, taking in the cheers and applause like it was oxygen. He was their hero, the one who had brought glory back to the Scuderia on home soil. And as much as I was proud of him, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The energy was electric, the passion palpable, and I found myself swept up in it.

The Tifosi began to chant louder, their focus shifting to the team, to the people who had made this win possible. And suddenly, I felt their eyes on me too. Charles had introduced me to a few fans over the past months, but this was different. This was Monza, and today, I wasn’t just Charles’ girlfriend—I was part of the Ferrari family.

A group of fans caught sight of me and immediately beckoned me over. They were smiling, faces flushed with excitement, and before I knew it, they had pulled me into their celebration. They handed me a red scarf, the iconic prancing horse emblazoned on it, and insisted I wear it. "Per la buona fortuna," they said—"for good luck."

As I wrapped the scarf around my shoulders, I felt their warmth, their acceptance. They didn’t just see me as the girlfriend of their hero; they saw me as someone who shared in their love for Ferrari, their passion for this team, and their unyielding loyalty. The weight of the moment hit me, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes. It was overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

Charles was on the podium now, and the Italian national anthem blared through the speakers. The Tifosi sang along, their voices merging with the anthem in perfect harmony. It was a moment of pure euphoria, and as I looked up at Charles, pride swelled in my chest. He caught my eye, and even from the distance, I could see the question in his gaze. *Are you okay?*

I nodded, giving him a thumbs-up and a wide smile, which he returned with that charming grin of his—the one that made my heart skip a beat every time.

After the podium celebrations, Charles finally made his way back to me, still on a high from the win. He pulled me into a tight embrace, the scent of champagne clinging to him. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice soft, concern lacing his words.

“I’m more than okay,” I reassured him, looking up into his eyes. “That was… incredible. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

He chuckled, brushing a stray hair from my face. “It’s a lot, isn’t it? The Tifosi, Monza… It can be pretty intense.”

“It was intense, but in the best way,” I said, my voice full of admiration. “Charles, you were amazing out there. Watching you win, hearing them cheer for you… I’ve never been so proud.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m glad you’re here with me. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

The crowd was still cheering, their energy seemingly endless, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of us. I held onto him, savoring the victory, the love, the passion of the Tifosi, all of it wrapping around us like a protective shield.

As we walked through the crowd, the Tifosi continued to embrace us, their cheers and congratulations never-ending. They called out to Charles, but they also called out to me, their warmth enveloping me like a second skin. And for the first time, I felt like I truly belonged here—with Charles, with Ferrari, with the Tifosi.

Later, as we made our way back to the team area, Charles turned to me, his eyes shining with happiness. “You know,” he said, “this win isn’t just for me or Ferrari. It’s for you too. For being here, for supporting me, for handling all of this so well.”

I smiled, feeling tears threaten to spill over. “Thank you, Charles. But today was all you. You were incredible.”

[mykoreanlove]

afraid of love

Exhausted from the intensity of the night before, you sank into the comforting embrace of your fluffy bed. But even in the tranquility of your room, your mind raced with memories of Eun Woo.

Did he make it so Seoul already?

Images of last night flooded your consciousness like a vivid, intoxicating dream.

Heated kisses on every inch of your body ignited a fire within you, each touch sending shivers down your spine and leaving you breathless with desire. Eun Woo's lips, soft and insistent, traced a path of passion across your skin.

His dark, brown eyes seemed to peer into the depths of your soul, stripping away all pretense and laying bare the raw, unfiltered emotions that lay hidden within. In those moments, it felt as though you were the only two people in the world, lost in a shared intimacy that transcended words.

Your bodies intertwined for hours, moving together in a dance of ecstasy and longing. Every touch was a symphony of pleasure that left you both gasping for breath.

Dirty promises were whispered into your ear, each word sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. In the darkness of the night, with only the sound of your ragged breaths to fill the silence, you reveled in the shared intimacy of your whispered confessions, each promise a testament to the passion that burned between you.

As the night wore on, you both became a canvas for each other's desires, covering each other in colorful marks that served as a physical reminder of the passion that had ignited between you.

And as sleep finally claimed you both, you drifted off in his strong embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful slumber. In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that you had found something special, a connection that transcended the physical and reached deep into the depths of your soul.

Adrenaline flooded your system as you thought off all the things you did last night.

Or three nights prior to that. You matched on a random Sunday, after being abstinent from dating for a long time. Eun Woo was in town only for a couple of days for a video shoot but that didn’t stop him from having a good time.

He had been single for years after having his heart shattered by his first love. Ever since, he toyed with women as he pleased.

The first date was spent in his apartment, eating, and talking, cuddling, and fucking.

He was a passionate lover, even though he was starving for love and affection. The second date was a spontaneous invitation late at night, after all his mandatory meetings had been dealt with.

You repeated the first date’s actions but this time it felt more familiar, already knowing what you liked and needed. Eun Woo gave you his all, adoring you in every way he could.

Until he had to leave.

You remembered the sound of his alarm clock this morning, way too early and too sudden. He shifted in his sleep, groaning as he did not want to leave you.

Kisses on your neck were accompanied by his fingers entering you, sighing in appreciation. “God, you feel so fucking good, y/n.”

Minutes after he was gone, catching his plane back to Seoul. You put your fingers on your lips, looking for the traces he had left. The sudden vibration of your phone brought you back into the present moment.

I landed. Tired as fuck though. How are you?

Missing you.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up – after all he didn’t even live in the same country. This was nothing but a repeated one-night stand, right? You thought back to the conversation you had before falling asleep.

“Do you think there is a future for us?”

He caught you off guard with this question, making you panic to find the right words.

“That depends on how well you treat me, Eun Woo”, you mocked jokingly.

He broke into laughter, loving your sassy side.

“I will love the ground you walk on, my queen. How about that?”

You joined in on his laughter and turned to face him, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“Do you mean it?”

He nodded.

Did you really mean it, though?

Oh, good! Seoul has you back then 😉 Lying in bed and cuddling my plushie since you’re gone…

Did that sound stupid?

Your insecurities churned within you, suddenly you were hyper-aware of everything you said and did.

Haha

That’s it?

You felt sick to your stomach as you took that as confirmation. After all, you were right about him. He only used you for some fun during his trip. And now he’s back in his real life, in which you had no place in.

This was nothing but fun to him. Nothing but a repeated one-night stand.

Brrrr.

Brrrr.

Brrrrr.

What the fuck?

Barely awake you searched for your phone on your nightstand.

3:33 AM.

Who the fuck texts me at this hour?

You were instantly awake as you realized who it was.

Eun Woo.

I have no idea if you’re awake. You’re probably asleep. And I shouldn’t blow up your phone. But I can’t help myself.

Anxiety formed in your stomach.

What was that supposed to mean?

Are you okay?

It took him seconds to answer.

You’re awake? Did I wake you? I’m sorry.

You sat up in bed, anxiously typing your reply.

It’s alright. Why are you up? Everything okay?

You saw him type his reply for minutes, driving you crazy in your heightened state.

No. Nothing is okay. I can’t stop thinking about you.

You swore your heart skipped a beat.

Did I read that right?

I can’t stop thinking about you and it drives me crazy.

You gasped, trying to think of a reply.

You make it sound like it’s a bad thing…

Countless messages followed.

It is. Because you are not here with me. And I’m not there with you. I… I didn’t want to leave you this morning. I wanted to stay. With you, y/n. I really wanted to stay.

You pinched yourself, unsure if this was real.

Ouch.

Definitely real.

I know I sound crazy. Maybe I am. But I have fallen for you. HARD. The last hours I’ve thought about how I can manage to come back to your city. Or how I could persuade you to come visit me in Seoul. I almost popped a blood vessel thinking of ways. What did you do to me?

You chuckled. Relief washed over you, since he felt the same way you did.

I keep replaying last night over and over. How mesmerizing it felt to look into your beautiful eyes. How amazing it felt to kiss you. How mind-blowing it felt to be inside you. Oh god and speaking of blowing. The way your juicy lips wrapped around my cock? I’m losing my mind here, y/n. I’ve jerked off twice and still I couldn’t fall asleep. Or stop thinking about you. I’m a simp now, aren’t I? Look what you turned me into.

You were in shock.

Hours ago, you thought he would abandon you and go on with his life but here he was, confessing his desire for you. Making it obvious that he wants to continue this and get to know you better.

Now is the time to get my hopes up, right?

Do you want me to fly over?

You felt brave asking, believing in your chance at love for once.

Already checking flights, babe.

A broad smile formed on your lips.

I can’t believe this.

He is serious, isn’t he?

I can’t wait to be with you, y/n. I really fucking mean it. And that scares me the most.

You understood him perfectly, especially since the connection between you was so strong. This was nothing like you had ever encountered before. It scared you just as much, but you were willing to try.

Hey, uhm… Wanna be scared together?

[girlfriendstan]

after this live, i can’t stop thinking about how much of a tease camboy!gyuvin would be. he’d go on stream wearing nothing but a white bathrobe and lean forward to talk to his viewers, making his robe’s neckline plunge down to show peeks of his bare chest.

“take it off,” camboy!gyuvin would read from the comments with a smirk, but he’d tighten the ribbon on his robe in response. not long after, he’d hear his favorite cha-ching sounds from the livestream platform, signaling a paid request from him to strip.

giving in, gyuvin would slip out of his robe teasingly slow, but he’d show the stream a good view of him shirtless eventually, with his nipples perking up and his slender but toned torso in full display. that doesn’t seem to be enough for his viewers since he’s still covering his crotch with his discarded robe.

another clinking sound would fill his ears while he coyly plays with his nipples for the stream. this time, the requests are getting lewder, all of them sending the same message. ���show us your cock,” he peers closer to the screen before granting their wish.

as expected, camboy!gyuvin’s been packing, with his huge and girthy member filling up nearly a third of the screen. gyuvin would stroke experimentally, letting soft moans leave his lips while he pleasures himself. he cuts his actions short to stand up from his seat to supposedly adjust the camera, but really, he’s just giving his audience a better view of his fully nude body like the good whore he is.

camboy!gyuvin crouches down by the camera just enough to show off his nipples then slowly gets up, allowing everyone to get a closeup shot of his cock “accidentally.” he returns to his seat to stroke himself again, exhaling sharp breaths as he goes harder.

“want me to play with any toys?” he’d ask his viewers, who’ve seemed to triple since he got fully undressed. the comment section quickly gets filled with people asking camboy!gyuvin to fuck into a fleshlight, cash donations included. naturally, he obliges and takes out his fleshlight hidden in his seat, fitting his cock into the artificial tightness slowly but surely.

a loud groan leaves his mouth as gyuvin finally bottoms out, dragging the fleshlight up and down his impressive length. the sounds of his cock going in and out of the sex toy are obscene, which only serve to turn him on even more.

“need to be deep in real pussy right now,” camboy!gyuvin would tell his viewers, showing how horny and needy he’s gotten from a quick stroking session. “don’t you wish this was you,” he teases as he fucks into the fleshlight harder.

after a few more strokes, gyuvin would spill his release into the fleshlight, letting everyone know he reached his orgasm through a loud round of moaning. he strokes his softening member a couple of times to satisfy his commenters’ desires of seeing his cock a little more.

camboy!gyuvin would show off his tainted fleshlight for his viewers, letting some of his cum drip out of the fucked-out toy to show how proud he was of the mess he made.

waiting for the next stream of requests, camboy!gyuvin would spread his legs wide and expose his puckered asshole. surprisingly, his viewers can’t get enough of this new sight, so they flood his comments with “bend over”s and “finger yourself”s, among other requests begging him to make good use of his tight hole.

“fuck myself with a dildo?” camboy!gyuvin would giggle upon reading the unfiltered demand. “you’d have to pay a lot more for that one,” he’d quip teasingly, but his smug grin quickly gets replaced with shock when he hears a symphony of clinks.

[kiskisur]

Genshin smut with Childe alpha and male reader omega???

ᝰ.ᐟ sex by the fire at night.

warnings: NSFW, sub!bottom male reader, dom!top childe, praise kink, it's short sadly :(:(:(, childe calls reader pup, no specific pronouns mentioned just "you"!! amab reader

note: I am so sorry it took a while! I'll make up for it and feed y'all more ㅠㅠ I'm not good at NSFW so correct me if I made a mistake :((

you were just having fun with your friends at the bar without your lover's permission, how did this even happen?

your arms were wrapped around his neck, his dick buried inside you as your hips continued to move and ride it.

"come on, pup. you can do more than that hm? faster." *he purred seductively in your ear, causing a shiver down your spine.

your pace quickens, earning a shaky groan from him. with a sudden movement, childe pressed his lips forcefully against yours, claiming a passionate kiss that left no room for your objections.

He savored the taste, the way you responded to his dominance, and his fingers tightened on your waist, pulling you closer.

The room was filled with the echoing symphony of your shared pleasure, as he surrendered himself to the intoxicating allure of the forbidden. Your bodies moved in unison, a frenzied dance of desire and arousal, each thrust bringing you closer to the peak of ecstasy.

The sound of your moans and your enticing words filled childe's ears, fuelling the fire of his desire. His body moved in sync with yours, the rhythm becoming fervent and unrestrained.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, the sensations intertwining in a kaleidoscope of pleasure.

"yes,just like that pretty boy. you're doing so— nGh! well..! s-shit mm.." he unleashed a series of rough, deep thrusts, his hips meeting yours with a forceful rhythm.

his fingers got a hold of your chin, forcing you to look at him as he smashed his lips against yours causing you to gasp. he took the opportunity and slipped his tongue in, swirling his tongue around yours.

a few seconds later he paused to catch some breath before his hand began traveling down to your neglected cock, his thumb rubbing and teasing the tip earning a yelp from you.

he maintained the relentless thrusts, determined to bring you to the climax you so desperately craved.

"cum for me, puppy. let everyone hear who you- mm.. belong to." *he whispered in your neck, his breath hitching at the tightness before as his movements turned sloppy and messy, a clear sign of climax.

With a final, powerful thrust, childe lost himself in his own release, his hips grinding against your ass as he rode out his climax. But his focus remained solely on you, on your pleasure and the connection you shared.

As the room filled with the sounds of your shared ecstasy, childe's eyes remained fixed on you, your shared gaze a testament to the intimacy you had forged in that moment of unfiltered desire

"don't rest yet, pup. we're not done."

ᝰ.ᐟ silk sheets and diamonds all white.

[whereforarthur]

A Night In

Request: I'm literally begging you for some George smut?? Like something dom and hot but still kinda cute and fluffy? He'd defo talk you through everything and give aftercare

Pairing: George Clarke x Reader

Category: Smut and Fluff

Word Count: 4.5k

*****

“You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.” ― Jodi Picoult

George Clarke was a man of meticulous habits. Every morning, without fail, he'd rise with the sun, the faint light from the gap in the curtains tracing a path across his face. He'd blink the sleep away, his eyes focusing on the digital clock's unforgiving display, and then he'd slide out of bed, his bare feet making almost no sound on the cool hardwood floor. His apartment, nestled in the bustling heart of London, was a sanctuary of order and quietude. The only sounds that typically pierced the early morning silence were the distant rumble of a garbage truck or the occasional shout from a street cleaner.

But this morning was different. The air was charged with an electric anticipation that even George couldn't ignore. He'd felt it brewing for days, a tension that coiled tighter with each shared glance, each brush of skin against skin. He knew what he wanted, and he knew she felt it too. The question was, would she say yes? He padded into the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air, and poured two cups, his hand shaking slightly as he added sugar and milk to hers. He hoped she'd appreciate the gesture, the sweetness to start their day off right.

When Y/N emerged from the bedroom, her hair a wild halo around her flushed face, she looked at him with those big, doe-like eyes that never failed to make his heart stutter. He held out the cup, his voice a low rumble. "Can we stay home tonight so I can fuck your brains out?" The words were blunt, but the tender way he said them took the edge off, leaving only raw, unfiltered desire.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she took the cup, the warmth of the liquid seeping into her palms. She studied him over the rim, her thoughts swirling behind her eyes like a storm about to break. "What makes you think I'd say no?" she replied, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. It was the answer he'd been hoping for, and his grin grew in response.

They spent the day in a delicious dance of anticipation, their every interaction a silent promise of what was to come. Every brush of their hands was a spark, every shared laugh a secret shared only between them. The city outside their windows was a blur of life and color, but all George could see was the siren call of their shared solitude, the unspoken understanding that tonight would be theirs.

When evening finally fell, they settled into their usual routine, the tension thick enough to slice with a knife. He talked her through dinner, his voice a gentle command that sent shivers down her spine. He was always like this, attentive and considerate, but tonight there was an edge to his care that made her pulse race. The way he'd look at her, his eyes dark with want, was almost too much to bear.

After the dishes were done and the apartment was once again bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, George turned to her, his expression serious. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a low purr that sent a thrill through her body. She nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. He took her hand, leading her to the bedroom, and she knew that tonight would be nothing short of explosive.

*****

Once the door was closed, the air grew heavy with desire. He stepped closer, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered dark promises into her ear, each word a caress that made her knees weak. "I'm going to peel every layer of you away," he murmured, his hands skimming over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the line of her spine. "I want to see every inch of you, feel every tremble, taste every gasp." His words were a symphony of filth and love, a heady combination that made her melt into him.

As his hands roamed, she felt the heat of his touch like a brand, searing through the fabric of her clothes. His fingertips grazed her collarbone, her breasts, and she arched into his touch, desperate for more. He chuckled, the sound a dark, delicious rumble in her ear. "Patience, love," he said, his teeth grazing her lobe. "We've got all night."

His whispered words painted a picture of debauchery, a night of unbridled passion that she knew she'd never forget. Each syllable was a caress, a promise of the pleasure to come. He knew exactly what she liked, exactly how to make her tremble, and he used that knowledge with the precision of a master artist. "You're going to scream my name," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her through her jeans. "You're going to beg for me to never stop."

Her breath hitched as his thumb found her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. She could feel herself getting wet, her body betraying her excitement even as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. But control was a fleeting thing with George, and she knew it. He'd take it from her, piece by piece, until she was nothing but a puddle of want at his feet. And she'd love every second of it.

Her hands found their way to his hair, desperately clutching at the strands as he kissed her. It was messy and hungry, their teeth clacking together in their haste. He tasted like mint and something darker, something that made her want to devour him whole. She felt his cock pressing against her, hard and insistent, and she could feel herself getting wetter, her body eager to take him in.

George's hands were everywhere, unbuttoning her shirt with shaking fingers, pushing it off her shoulders to expose her lacy bra. He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her chest as he took in the sight of her. His eyes were hooded, his pupils blown wide with desire. He traced the outline of her breasts with his fingertips before deftly unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze, aching for his touch.

"My little slut," he murmured, his voice a warm caress as he bent his head to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. His tongue flicked and teased, the wet heat of his mouth making her squirm. She gasped, her nails digging into his scalp as he worked her other nipple with his thumb. "You're mine to ruin," he continued, his words a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine. "Mine to use and claim."

He pushed her back onto the bed, the mattress giving way with a soft sigh. His body hovered over hers, his muscles taut with restrained power. She could feel the weight of his gaze as he took in the sight of her, spread out before him like a feast. He took his time, savoring every inch of her, his eyes lingering on the juncture of her thighs. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "And you're all mine."

Her eyes searched his, finding the truth in his words. "I'm yours," she breathed, the confession slipping from her lips like a sacred vow. "Only yours." She watched as his pupils dilated, the blue of his eyes darkening with desire. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had that much power over him, that she could make him crave her so desperately.

He kissed her again, his hands moving to the button of her jeans. He tugged them down, his palms skimming her skin as he revealed the matching lacy underwear beneath. His eyes raked over her, a silent declaration of his appreciation. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice a soft caress.

He slid her panties aside, exposing her to his gaze. He took a moment to just look at her, to drink in the sight of her. Then, with a wicked grin, he dipped his head and kissed her there, his tongue delving into her folds, tasting her sweetness. She bucked against him, her hips rising to meet his mouth. He licked and sucked, exploring every inch of her, teasing her clit until she was begging for more.

"I want to taste you so badly," he murmured against her, his voice muffled by her flesh. His words were a declaration of war, a promise of pleasure that had her body tightening with anticipation. His tongue swirled around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and she could feel herself getting closer, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as he devoured her. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that had her body thrumming with need. She was close, so close, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she shattered. "Oh, George," she whimpered, her voice high and desperate.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, and she could see the smug satisfaction in his gaze. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he loved it. "You want it, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against her wet flesh. "You want me to fuck you so badly you can't think straight."

"Yes," she moaned, the word a desperate plea that seemed to echo around the room. "Please, George. I need you."

He chuckled against her, the vibration sending a fresh wave of sensation through her. He kissed his way back up her body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. "Good girl," he whispered, his teeth grazing her skin. "But first, I want to watch you come for me."

With a final, lingering lick, he pulled away and stood, shedding his own clothes with a speed that belied his earlier patience. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she licked her lips, eager to taste him. But he had other plans. He grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it on, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.

"Do whatever you want with me," she whispered, her eyes glazed with need. "I'm yours."

The words were barely out of her mouth before George took action, claiming her with a ferocity that made her toes curl. He slid into her with a groan, filling her completely, stretching her until she thought she'd break. But she didn't. Instead, she welcomed him, her body opening up to him like a flower to the sun. He began to move, his hips a steady, relentless rhythm that had her arching off the bed, her nails digging into his back.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his cock. She moaned into the kiss, her hips rising to meet his, the friction delicious and intense. He felt so good, so right, and she never wanted it to end. His hands roamed her body, touching and teasing, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Your body was made for mine," he murmured against her lips, his words a declaration that seemed to resonate in every cell of her being. She nodded, her breath coming in gasps as he found her G-spot, his strokes long and deep. She felt herself tightening around him, the pressure building until she couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm going to come," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to hold on to the last shreds of her sanity. "Oh, fuck, George, I'm so close."

"Good," he growled, his hips pumping into her with a force that was almost brutal. "Come for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."

His words were a catalyst, sending her hurtling over the edge. Her body convulsed around him, her orgasm a white-hot burst of pleasure that stole her breath. She screamed his name, the sound echoing through the room as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back. He didn't stop, though, didn't even slow, his movements only becoming more intense as he drove her through wave after wave of pleasure.

"You're so good for me," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched her come apart. "So fucking good around me." His words were a gentle command, a declaration of his ownership, and she reveled in it. She felt like she was made for this, made for him, and the thought sent another ripple of pleasure through her.

Her body was still trembling when he pulled out, his cock slick with her arousal. He rolled her over, pressing her face down into the pillows, his hand coming down to rest on the small of her back. "Mine," he said, the word a dark promise that had her pussy clenching with need. She knew what was coming, knew she'd never be the same after tonight.

He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her entrance. "Are you ready for me to claim you?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down her spine. She nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Say it," he demanded, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass.

"I'm ready," she whimpered, the words barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Claim me, George. Make me yours."

He didn't need any more encouragement. With a growl of pure lust, he slammed into her, filling her completely. She gasped, the sound muffled by the pillow, as he began to move, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He didn't hold back, his strokes deep and powerful, each one driving her closer to the edge again.

"You look better with my hands around your neck," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. He reached up, his fingers wrapping gently around her throat. The sensation was surprising, a mix of fear and excitement that sent her arousal skyrocketing. He didn't squeeze, just applied enough pressure to make her aware of his control, his dominance.

"And your mouth around my cock," he added, his voice a dark, seductive whisper that made her shiver. She felt him pull out, the emptiness a stark contrast to the fullness she'd grown accustomed to. "On your knees," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. She complied, her legs trembling with the effort to support herself as she felt him line up behind her.

With a firm grip on her hair, George guided her face down to his cock, still glistening with her juices. She took him in eagerly, her mouth stretching around his girth, the musky scent of their combined arousal filling her nostrils. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she swirled her tongue around the tip. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him, and she could feel his restraint slipping.

"Ah, fuck," he breathed, his voice strained. His hand tightened on her neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her aware of his need. "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." She obeyed, her gaze locking onto his, and the intensity in his eyes was almost too much to handle. The way he watched her, like she was the only thing that mattered in the world, made her feel powerful and vulnerable all at once.

He began to thrust into her mouth, his movements growing more demanding with each passing second. "That's it," he praised, his voice a low growl. "Take it all." And she did, eager to please him, eager to feel him lose control. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took him deeper, her tongue working him with a fervor that matched his own.

"You're so good at this," he murmured, his grip on her hair tightening. "So fucking good." He picked up the pace, his hips snapping against her face, and she could feel the beginnings of his climax building. Her eyes watered, her throat ached, but she didn't care. All she cared about was making him feel good, making him come apart the way he made her feel.

Her hands gripped the bed, her knuckles white with the effort to stay still as he fucked her mouth. She could feel his thighs tremble against her cheeks, the muscles in his stomach tightening as he approached his peak. "Don't be gentle with me," she whispered, the words barely audible around his cock. "I like it when you're rough."

It was all the encouragement he needed. His grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving faster, more forcefully. She could feel his cock thicken, the veins pulsing beneath her tongue. He was close, so close, and she reveled in the power she had over him. He groaned, his body tensing, and then he was coming, his warmth filling her mouth as he held her in place, his eyes never leaving hers.

The command was simple but loaded with meaning. "Swallow it," he said, his voice hoarse with passion. "All of it." It was a declaration of his ownership, a demand for her submission, and she complied without hesitation. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, the salty taste of him coating her tongue. He watched her, his gaze intense, as she took every drop, savoring the evidence of his pleasure.

*****

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. His hand, still wrapped around her neck, gently massaged the skin there, his thumb brushing over the pulse point. She could feel the throb of his heart against her back, the steady beat a reminder of the connection they shared.

"No," she assured him, her voice a little raspy from his use. "I liked it." She felt his body relax, his grip on her loosening slightly. "Relax," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Let me take care of you."

George pulled her back onto the bed, rolling her onto her back and settling between her legs. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of discomfort or distress. Finding none, he leaned down and kissed her softly, tasting himself on her lips. He was gentle now, his earlier ferocity replaced by a tenderness that made her heart ache.

He slid back inside her, his movements slow and deliberate. This time, there was no urgency, no need to claim or conquer. It was just them, lost in the intimacy of their shared passion. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin as he moved. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she met his every thrust.

Their breaths mingled, the sound of their bodies coming together the only noise in the quiet apartment. The world outside had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the feel of him inside her, the warmth of his embrace, the sound of his voice as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. "You're mine," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And I'm yours."

His words were a gentle caress, a reminder of their connection, and she felt herself opening up to him even more. He was right there with her, their hearts beating in sync, their bodies moving together as if they'd been doing this dance for a lifetime. She felt cherished, worshipped, and it was a feeling she never wanted to lose.

As he moved inside her, she could feel her orgasm building again, a slow crescendo that started in her toes and worked its way up. It was a different kind of pleasure, one that washed over her in waves, gentle and all-consuming. "I've never heard such a truly beautiful sound," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the storm of sensations. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with wonder, and he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth with the same slow, sweet strokes that his cock was making inside her.

He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his breath a warm caress that sent shivers down her spine. "You're so perfect," he said, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate deep within her. "So perfect for me." His words were a drug, a heady cocktail of praise and possession that had her clinging to him even tighter.

Her body responded to his gentle touch, her hips rising to meet his, her legs wrapping around his waist. She felt herself getting closer, the pressure building, the tension coiling in her belly like a tightly wound spring. "I'm going to come," she whispered, the words a breathless confession that seemed to hang in the air.

George's eyes lit up, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "Let me feel you come around me." He kissed her again, his tongue mimicking the movement of his cock. She could feel herself tightening around him, her body straining for release.

And then it hit her, the orgasm rolling over her like a tidal wave. She screamed, her nails digging into his back, her body arching off the bed. He followed her over, his own climax crashing into her like a meteor, the force of it making her see stars. They came together, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of their shared pleasure. It was a moment of pure connection, a moment where nothing else mattered except the feel of him inside her, their hearts beating as one.

Their breaths mingled, ragged and desperate, as they rode out the aftershocks of their shared climax. His cock pulsed inside her, the sensation making her shiver. "You're mine," he murmured again, his voice a gentle reminder of the power he held over her. "And I'm yours."

He didn't pull out, instead choosing to stay buried deep within her, his body a warm, heavy weight that she never wanted to escape. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs still wrapped around his waist, holding him close as if she could keep him there forever. "Always," she whispered, her voice a soft promise that seemed to echo through the quiet room.

George kissed her forehead, his movements gentle and soothing. He pulled out slowly, the feeling of emptiness making her whimper. He rolled onto his side, bringing her with him so that she was nestled against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took.

"You're mine," he murmured again, his voice a gentle reminder of the possessive need that had driven him all night. She nodded, her eyes drifting shut as she felt the warmth of his embrace envelop her. His hand trailed down her back, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin that had her melting into him even more.

*****

"Bloody hell, George, that was..." Y/n's voice trailed off, the final word stuck in her throat as she stared at the ceiling, her chest heaving.

George, grinning from ear to ear, leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I'm guessing you enjoyed it?"

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, but she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips. "Well, it wasn't exactly your typical Tuesday night."

They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, the room still and quiet. The only sound was the faint ticking of the clock on the bedside table. Y/n's hand reached out and found George's, their fingers interlocking in a silent promise of comfort and care.

George pulled the duvet up to cover their naked forms, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a low murmur in the quiet room.

"Mmhmm," she hummed, her eyes fluttering closed. "Just a bit... tender."

He chuckled softly, the warmth of his breath fanning her cheek. "I'll be more gentle next time," he promised, planting another kiss on her forehead.

With a sigh, Y/n turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "Thank you," she whispered.

He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, his eyes filled with concern. "For what?"

"For always looking after me, even when things get... intense."

He nodded, understanding in his gaze. "It's what we do, isn't it?"

They lay there for a while longer, their bodies entwined, until the room grew cold and the early morning light began to creep in through the curtains. Y/n shivered and George tightened his hold, sharing his warmth.

"Would you like some tea?" he offered, his voice still a gentle rumble.

"That would be lovely," she murmured, her eyes still closed.

With a soft squeeze of her hand, George slipped out of bed, his footsteps padding quietly across the floorboards as he disappeared into the kitchen. The faint sound of the kettle being filled and turned on echoed through the flat.

Y/n took a deep breath, letting the scent of him linger on her skin. She could feel the tenderness between her legs, a reminder of their passionate night. As she waited for him to return, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Despite the occasional roughness, their relationship had always been one of care and consideration.

When George came back with two steaming mugs, she sat up and took one from him, wrapping her hands around the warm ceramic. The scent of Earl Grey wafted up, soothing and familiar. They sat in companionable silence, sipping their tea and watching the shadows on the wall dance as the sun rose over London.

The moment was peaceful, a stark contrast to the passionate tumult of just an hour ago. Yet, in its own way, it was just as intimate. It was the quiet aftercare that followed the storm, the gentle touches and soft words that stitched their hearts back together, ready to face whatever the day had in store.

And as the night stretched out before them, she knew that she'd never want to leave this moment, never want to break the spell that held them in its thrall. Because in George's arms, she'd found a home, a place where she could be both the soft, vulnerable creature she truly was, and the fiery siren he brought out in her. It was a balance she never knew she needed, but now that she had it, she couldn't imagine life without it.

The city outside their window was a distant memory, the only world that mattered was the one they'd created in this room, in this bed. And as she closed her eyes, letting sleep claim her, she knew that she'd wake up to the same sweet, gentle care that had become their signature. This was their little slice of heaven, and she had no intention of ever letting go.

*****

@gvf23

@xxkatxgracexx

[herlondonboy]

metaphor, clarisse la rue

summary: nudes is a metaphor for love, but surely there are other way to express your feelings?

warnings: ITS NOT SEXUAL!!! it's 100% pg-13. DIOR IS 17, that's weird. nudes is a metaphor for love but reader doesn't get it. just says nudes a bunch. again, NOT SEXUAL.

wc: 1.1k

a/n: please tell me if this makes sense...

you share nudes when you trust someone deeply. it’s considered a high form of showing your love. allowing someone so far away to see you at your most vulnerable. it was what you did when you were in love, right?

did you understand it?

do you understand why, in a world painted with vulnerability, the exchange of nudes becomes a delicate dance of trust? each pixel, a brushstroke revealing the canvas of intimacy between two souls. as you bare your essence through the lens, it's not just skin on display; it's a testament to the trust woven into the fabric of your connection.

the subtle play of light and shadow mirrors the nuanced layers of your emotions, creating a mosaic of intimacy that transcends the physical. each shared image is a whispered promise, an unspoken pact that echoes the trust built brick by brick in the architecture of your relationship.

the digital realm transforms into a sanctuary where openness thrives, and the exchange of nudes becomes a metaphorical bridge connecting hearts. in the vulnerability of exposure, trust finds its strongest anchor, fostering a bond that withstands the test of time.

as you navigate the terrain of shared moments, the pixels become vessels of sincerity, encapsulating the essence of trust in a world where transparency is often obscured. nudes, in this verse, transcend mere visuals, becoming the language of trust that binds two souls in a symphony of shared vulnerability.

in the quiet corridors of your mind, scepticism echoes louder than the gentle whispers of trust. the metaphorical dance of nudes as a symbol of profound love seems like a concept too fantastical to grasp. as you navigate the digital landscape, you can't help but question the validity of such an intimate metaphor.

the canvas of your doubts is painted with shades of scepticism, and you find yourself hesitating at the threshold of vulnerability. the notion that sharing nudes could encapsulate the depth of love feels like a poetic exaggeration, a narrative spun by the romantic minds that may have overlooked the intricacies of real-life connections.

in the glow of your screen, you ponder the fragility of trust and whether pixels can truly translate into a language of profound emotions. the scepticism is a shield, a defence mechanism honed through years of navigating a world where trust is often elusive and fragile.

as you scroll through messages and shared images, you can't shake the nagging belief that love, true and unfiltered, transcends the digital realm. it's a sentiment anchored in tangible actions, shared experiences, and the messy, imperfect reality of human connection. nudes, you argue within yourself, can't possibly encapsulate the complexity of emotions that define genuine love.

so, no. you don’t understand it.

yet, even in your disbelief, a subtle curiosity lingers. perhaps there's a kernel of truth in the metaphor, a flicker of understanding waiting to be unearthed. as you continue to grapple with these thoughts, you find yourself at the crossroads of scepticism and the potential for a deeper understanding of the intricate dance between trust and love.

in the quiet moments of introspection, you wonder if embracing vulnerability in the digital realm could indeed be a bridge to a more profound connection.

then came along clarisse la rue.

she emerges as an unexpected muse, but your scepticism remains steadfast. the fiery connection you share with clarisse doesn't completely dissolve the doubts that linger around the metaphor of expressing love through shared nudes.

in the soft glow of your screen, your affection for clarisse grows, but you continue to believe that love transcends the digital realm. the metaphor, in your eyes, simplifies a complex spectrum of emotions into a narrow perspective. you yearn to express your love for clarisse through diverse channels, beyond the confines of shared images.

for you, love is a multi-dimensional tapestry, woven with actions, shared experiences, and genuine moments of connection. clarisse becomes the recipient of your affection, and you express your love through handwritten letters, spontaneous gestures, and the timeless art of conversation. the pixels on a screen, while a part of your journey, don't encapsulate the entirety of your feelings.

despite the depth of your emotions for clarisse, you remain unconvinced that exposing the vulnerable aspects of yourself through shared nudes is the pinnacle of trust and intimacy. your belief in the richness of diverse expressions of love becomes a testament to the complexity inherent in human connections.

you can show your vulnerability through your words.

inside the area cabin, you and clarisse found yourselves wrapped in the embrace of each other's presence. the soft rustle of leaves overhead provided a natural symphony as you both sat together, the moon casting its gentle glow upon your shared solitude.

as you stared into the distance, clarisse's voice broke the tranquil silence. "what are you thinking about?" she asked, curiosity lacing her words. the night air held a subtle chill, but the warmth of your connection created an invisible cocoon around both of you.

a thoughtful smile played on your lips, contemplating how to articulate the intricate thoughts dancing through your mind. you ended up just settling on a short, “nothin’.”

clarisse nodded, her eyes, filled with a depth of emotion, met yours. in that moment, her voice softened, carrying a weight of sincerity, "i love you infinitely."

the simplicity of those words held a profound impact, resonating with the unspoken understanding that had grown between you. a rush of warmth surged within you as you locked eyes with clarisse. in the quiet embrace of the night, you knew words were unnecessary— your hearts spoke a language more profound than any conversation could convey. than any picture could convey.

with a reciprocal smile, you reached for her hand, intertwining your fingers in a silent acknowledgement of the love that bound you together. the night seemed to stand still as the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the intimacy of the present moment.

"i love you too," you finally uttered, the words carrying a sense of completeness. with those three simple words, the unspoken thoughts and emotions found a voice, echoing through the stillness of the night. “i’ll love you for forever and a day.”

as the night continued its slow journey, you both lingered in each other's presence, finding solace in the depth of your connection. the world outside melted away, leaving only the shared heartbeat and the whispered promises of love exchanged beneath the celestial canopy. in the quietude of the night, you revelled in the beauty of a love that needed no explanation— it simply existed, profound and infinite.

in your own way.

[jadeittic]

MUSE.

“Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.”

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto + Artist!Fem!Reader

note : a small blurb for my favorite boy again cuz i cant get him out of my mind. lmk if u have any reqs! :)

In a bustling city, where creativity and gastronomy intertwined, there existed a love story that transcended the boundaries of personality. YN, an artist with a whirlwind of emotions, and Carmy, a stoic, introverted chef with an unyielding passion for food, found their lives intertwined in the most unexpected way.

YN’s vibrant art studio was a haven of color and inspiration. Her days were filled with laughter, conversations with her friends, and the rhythmic strokes of her brush. Her artwork, an extension of her expressive soul, captivated the hearts of art enthusiasts from near and far. She reveled in the joy of sharing her passion, breathing life into her canvases with every stroke of her paintbrush.

Carmy, on the other hand, found solace in the realm of flavors and ingredients. His restaurant, The Bear, became a sanctuary where he could let his culinary genius thrive. With unwavering determination, he crafted dishes that were unparalleled in taste and presentation. He poured his heart and soul into every recipe, channeling his stubbornness into creating gastronomic masterpieces.

Their paths crossed one evening at a charity event, where YN’s vibrant artwork adorned the walls, and Carmy’s delectable creations adorned the plates. Drawn to the energy of YN’s presence, Carmy found himself captivated by her contagious laughter and genuine enthusiasm. Despite his introverted nature, he couldn't resist the magnetic pull she had on him.

Intrigued by Carmy’s stoic demeanor and the unwavering confidence in his culinary skills, YN saw beyond his silence. She sensed the passion and dedication radiating from him, much like the flames that danced beneath his pots and pans. YN, with her boundless energy, brought colors to Carmy’s monochromatic world, and he found himself enchanted by her unfiltered comfort for life.

As their love story unfolded, they discovered a beautiful balance in their differences. YN’s enthusiasm coaxed Carmy out of his shell, encouraging him to share his culinary expertise with the world. Meanwhile, Carmy’s calmness and introspection grounded YN’s allowing her to channel her creative energy with focus and purpose.

Together, they embarked on a journey of culinary and artistic exploration. YN’s paintings adorned the walls of The Bear, creating an ambiance that resonated with patrons. In turn, Carmy’s mouthwatering creations became a muse for YN, inspiring her to infuse her art with the flavors and emotions that his dishes had.

Their love grew like a symphony, with each passing day revealing new harmonies and melodies. The pair celebrated each other's successes, finding solace and comfort in their shared devotion to their crafts. Their relationship became a tapestry of passion, understanding, and unwavering support, each embracing the other's uniqueness.

In a city where artistry and culinary genius thrived, YN and Carmy’s love story stood as an evidence to the power of connection beyond personality types. Their journey proved that love can blossom in the unlikeliest of places, uniting two souls whose passions complemented each other, painting a picture of a love story that transcended all boundaries.

[alyrasturnz]

cock warming blurb pls

SOMETHIN' NEW

❐ summary » when y/n thought they were going to make love, matt surprised her by gently guiding her into cockwarming instead. as he pulled her close, y/n felt a wave of unexpected intimacy wash over her.

❐ pairings » bf!matt x fem!reader

❐ warnings » SMUT, cockwarming, p in v

❐ a/n && w/c » im gonna deactivate soon • 1.06k

“what do you want, hm?” matt coos, his breath warm against your skin as he trails a series of soft, lingering kisses along your collarbone, each one a tender caress that sends shivers down your spine.

matt’s back was resting against the headrest of his bed, and you were straddling him, your arms draped around his neck in a tender embrace. soft sighs escaped your lips, mingling with the warm air between you.

“wanna feel you,” you murmured softly, your eyes fluttering open as he gently nibbled at your skin, leaving a trail of delicate marks that spoke of his affection.

“yeah? you do?” he grumbled, his voice thick with desire. each word seemed to vibrate through the air, resonating deeply within you. you felt the unmistakable pressure of his member pressing insistently against your core, a palpable testament to his yearning. 

his breath was hot against your ear, and the intensity of the moment seemed to stretch time itself, enveloping you both in a cocoon of shared longing.

you whine softly as he tuts, still planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on your shoulders. each kiss feels like a brand, searing into your skin and leaving a trail of heated desire. 

his tuts are a mix of gentle reprimand and teasing, adding to the intoxicating blend of sensations that make you shiver in anticipation.

“words, baby,” he murmured, his fingers tracing intricate patterns on the sides of your waist. each delicate touch seemed to spell out an unspoken language of desire, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake. his voice was a low, soothing command, urging you to articulate the emotions swirling within you.

“i do,” you said, your voice coming out desperate. “please,” you pleaded softly, each word dripping with a raw, unfiltered need that echoed in the quiet space between you. your eyes conveyed a silent plea, amplifying the urgency and vulnerability in your voice.

“so, so needy,” he smirked, peeling his lips from your body. in one swift motion, he flipped you both over, so you were lying on the mattress beneath him. he hovered above you, his arms on either side, creating a cage of warmth and desire. his eyes bore into yours, a mixture of amusement and hunger dancing in their depths.

he connected your lips together, the kiss a tantalizing dance of passion and restraint. his fingers toyed with the hem of your sweatpants, each touch a deliberate tease that sent shivers down your spine, heightening the anticipation with every passing second.

then, he disconnects his lips from yours, his eyes darkening with desire. with a fluid motion, he removes your shirt, allowing your breasts to spill free. he then reconnects his lips to one of your breasts, his tongue tracing delicate patterns. his other hand finds solace on the free breast, kneading and caressing with a tenderness that makes your breath hitch.

soft moans spilled from your lips as your fingers tangled in his hair, each touch sending shivers down your spine. the rhythm of your breaths intertwined with the gentle tugging, creating a symphony of passion and desire.

his tongue swirled around your nipple, eliciting a gasp from your lips. then, with a deliberate slowness, he disconnected his mouth from your breast and began to pull your sweatpants down, each movement charged with a tantalizing anticipation.

"let's try somethin' new, hm?" he cooed, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, his voice dripping with a tantalizing promise of uncharted pleasures.

he then slid down your underwear, discarding your clothes onto the ground with a practiced ease. as he shed his own pants, his boxers soon followed, leaving a trail of anticipation in their wake.

his length throbbed with an insistent pulse, the veins standing out prominently as evidence of his arousal. a bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, catching the light and hinting at the depth of his desire. each moment seemed to stretch, charged with the electric anticipation of what was to come.

his fingers deftly gathered your slick essence, bringing them to his lips with a deliberate slowness, savoring the taste. simultaneously, his throbbing tip, flushed with urgency, glided up and down your folds, teasingly exploring the contours with a tantalizing precision.

“d-don't tease," you pleaded desperately, your voice trembling with a mix of urgency and longing, each syllable a testament to your heightened desire.

"so needy," he tutted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and desire. as he slid into you, he felt the warm, wet, spongy flesh envelop him, each sensation intensifying the connection between you.

you let out a moan, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips, as you felt him stretch you. the sensation was both overwhelming and intoxicating, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through your body, each movement deepening the connection and heightening the intensity of your shared experience.

he let out a guttural moan, the sound reverberating through the air, as his eyes fluttered shut in response to the soft moan that escaped your lips. 

for a few minutes, your core desperately ached with need, a throbbing intensity that seemed to consume you. with confusion and a hint of desperation, you asked, "w-why aren't you m-moving?" you stuttered, your voice emerging as a slight moan, a blend of pleasure and pain that echoed through the room.

"m'not planning on moving," he smirked, his voice dripping with a mix of mischief and control. he slowly laid next to you, his body aligning with yours as he gently turned you slightly, ensuring his movements were deliberate and measured. 

each shift was calculated, a dance of restraint and intention, as he tried his best not to disturb the delicate balance. a soft groan escaped his lips, resonating with the tension and desire that hung thick in the air, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

he pulled the blanket over both of you, enveloping your intertwined forms in a cocoon of warmth. your body heat mingled together, creating a shared sanctuary of comfort and intimacy beneath the soft fabric, as the world outside seemed to fade away. 

"w-what?" you stammered out, your voice trembling and barely audible, as confusion and surprise intertwined in your words.

"g’night, baby," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder. he then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer in a protective embrace.

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[theseventhdimension]

Relentless Sensations

Pairing: FtM! Spencer Reid x Top! Male! Reader

Word Count: 1.1k+

DNI: Not 18+ and Fem aligned

Author's Note: Hmmmmm Overstimulation with Spencer Reid while he sits on your cock 😞😞?? Yes. Yes Indeed.

Warning! Spencer, at first, asks reader to slow down, this is not (consensual) Non Con, and I do not write it and never will.

Reader ignores this and Spencer later changes his opinion, and asks him to continue. If you are uncomfortable with this, please do not read the first four paragraphs.

"MmMph!- PleAse, Pleaseee- Just.. sLow doWn!" Spencer begged as you rubbed his clit harshly, while your dick was pressed directly into his g-spot.

Spencer's voice cracked with desperation, his pleas escaping in ragged breaths. The room seemed to close in around him, every sound amplified—the rustle of fabric sheets, the heavy panting, the frantic heartbeat echoing in his chest. Your rubbing on his pussy was relentless, rough yet precise, each movement eliciting a shudder from him.

His eyes, wide and glistening, searched for mercy, but your determination was unyielding. Pressed so intimately against him, you could feel the tremors running through his body, a symphony of raw, unfiltered sensations.

Spencer's pleas began to blur into gasps of pleasure, his body responding despite his words. Each rough stroke sent waves of intense sensation coursing through him, igniting his nerves and making his skin tingle. His breath hitched, the initial tension melting into a haze of bliss.

His mind swam with the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, a heady concoction that made him dizzy. The way you pressed against him, your heat seeping into his skin, only heightened the sensation. Spencer's fingers curled into the sheets -Just like yours were curled into him, electrifying- , clutching them as if they were his lifeline, his voice now a soft, broken whisper of your name. Despite his earlier protests, a part of him craved this intensity, the sheer, undeniable force of the pleasure you were giving him.

Spencer's gasps turned into broken moans, his initial resistance fading away. "Ooh God, it feELs... it feels sooo gOod," he breathed, his voice trembling with each word.

You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. "I knew you'd like it," you murmured, your voice a low, seductive purr. Your movements became more deliberate, more controlled, each stroke designed to push him closer to the edge.

Spencer's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensations. "Please... don't stop," he whispered, his voice barely audible. His body arched into your touch, seeking more of the pleasure that only you could give him.

"Never," you promised, your lips brushing against his skin. "I'll give you everything you want."

A flashback flickered through your mind—Spencer sitting across from you in a dimly lit room, he said he wanted to talk to you about something, urgently.

his cheeks flushed, his voice barely above a whisper, and he couldn't decide if his decision was more interesting than the ceiling.

"I've been wondering.. what it would be like," he admitted, avoiding your gaze. "To be ..completely at someone's mercy? I don't know.. how to put it, just to feel everything so intensely.."

"..What do you want from me, baby?" You lean forward, reaching over the coffee table to place a hand on his thigh, thumb stroking back and forth against his inner side.

"I want you- to push me, to make me beg, but also to make me feel... alive." That's all he could say before you jumped over the table, and onto him.

Back in the present, you intensified your touch, your movements more deliberate, each stroke designed to push him closer to the edge.

Spencer's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against your shoulder as he surrendered to the sensations.

Spencer's breaths came in rapid, shallow gasps, his body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo. His fingers clutched at the sheets, knuckles white, as he fought to hold onto the last threads of control. But your relentless touch, precise and unyielding, drove him closer and closer to the brink.

"Oh God, I'm... I'm gOIng tooo..." His voice was a strangled whisper, his eyes wide and glassy with need.

You pressed even closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you murmured, "Let go, Spence. Just let go." You cock your head to the side, in hopes of seeing his glorious expression instead of the back of his head.

With a final, desperate moan, Spencer's body arched sharply, every muscle tensing as he tipped over the edge. A wave of intense pleasure crashed over him, drowning out everything else. His mind went blank, lost in the overwhelming sensation, his cries mingling with the sound of his rapid heartbeat.

He shuddered violently around you, his body wracked with spasms as the climax tore through him, leaving him breathless and spent. As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, he collapsed back against you, while you leaned back against the bed, his chest heaving, his skin glistening with sweat.

Spencer's body was still trembling in the aftershocks of his release, his breaths coming in shallow, erratic gasps. You could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat slowing under your touch, each beat a testament to the intensity of what he had just experienced. His skin, damp with sweat, glistened under the dim light, every inch of him still radiating the heat of passion.

You brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, your fingertips gentle and affectionate. "How are you feeling, Spencer?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, a stark contrast to the fervent intensity that had filled the room moments ago.

You stayed close, your touch gentler now, soothing him as he came down from the high. Spencer's eyes fluttered open, a soft, satisfied smile curving his lips as he looked at you, his voice a shaky whisper. "Thank you... that was... incredible."

You chuckled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to his temple. "Just doing my job sweetie."

As the moments passed, the intensity of the recent experience began to mellow, replaced by a deep, comforting sense of closeness. You held Spencer in your arms, his head resting against your chest, both of you savouring the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. The world outside, usually so cruel and filled with dread, seemed distant and irrelevant, the only thing that mattered was the bond you shared.

In the quiet, intimate space of your connection, words became unnecessary. The gentle rhythm of your breathing, the warmth of your bodies entwined, and the silent understanding that passed between you spoke volumes. Spencer's eyes began to droop, exhaustion claiming him, but his expression remained one of serene contentment.

"Rest, my love," you whispered, pressing a final kiss to his forehead. "I'll be right here."

[hisui-dreamer]

ode to the spontaneous eel

Pairing: Floyd Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: though he came off as intimidating, you quickly learned how much warmth he held

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for floyd

Word count: 604

Notes: double posting!!! eel birthday fics let's goo!

yes it's been a few days but im still celebrating (⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

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Your lover has a tendency to grow bored easily, leading to the abandonment of activities that had previously caught his interest. His mood swings are like the changing seasons, each one bringing a new facet of his personality into focus. Yet, there's an endearing quality in his restlessness, a constant quest for novelty that keeps your relationship dynamic and exciting. Despite the occasional frustration, you’ve learned to appreciate the spontaneity that he brings into your lives, knowing that the next adventure is just around the corner.

Your lover’s protectiveness is a steadfast presence, an unwavering shield that surrounds you in both sunshine and storm. In the face of adversity, he stands tall, ready to defend with a fierce determination that sends a clear message to any who dare threaten you. Remarkably, you've never sensed a hint of fear tearing through him. Nestled in his warm and tight embrace, you discover solace and reassurance, understanding that, while he can wield formidable strength when necessary, he approaches you with a delicate touch, treating your heart as though it were the most precious of treasures.

Your lover possesses a charming childlike quality that adds a touch of innocence to his intimidating exterior. There's a playfulness to him that often manifests in the most unexpected moments. His ability to switch from seriousness to childlike wonder is incredibly endearing, like watching someone rediscover the joy of simple pleasures and curiosities. Whether he's enthusiastically exploring a new interest or playfully teasing those around him, there's an infectious energy that lights up the room. In those moments, you find yourself captivated by the genuine, unfiltered joy he radiates.

Your lover can be surprisingly tender in moments that catch you off guard. He has this endearing habit of always being ready to run up to you for hugs. His arms wrap around you with a sincerity that transcends his usual aloofness, and in those moments, the world seems to fade away, leaving only you within his warm hold. You’d be lying if you said you disliked the hug attacks that come from him throughout the day.

Your lover’s eccentric genius never ceases to amaze you. Witnessing his remarkable achievements when he dedicates himself to a task is a testament to the depth of his genius. Yet, you've also observed that when motivation wanes, his performance falters. In those moments, his intellectual prowess shines even brighter, revealing the untapped reservoirs of his mind. Endearingly, he has every one of your likes and dislikes committed to memory, a clear indication of the potential for incredible success. Content to be by his side, you play a role in providing the motivation he needs to persist, knowing that with your support, his brilliance can continue to flourish.

You love how his forgetfulness allows you to see him in his true, mystical form. Sometimes, it's subtle, with his human ear transforming into delicate bluish fins. Other times, the enchantment is more profound, catching you off guard as you discover him too late—his human legs seamlessly morphing back into the sinuous beauty of his long eel tail. Though they may be troublesome, you find yourself treasuring these moments where you can admire his full beauty, though you do keep some transformation poems on hand just in case.

In the tapestry of your love, every strand is a contradiction, a juxtaposition of lazy charm and frenetic enthusiasm. It's the unpredictability that keeps the flame of passion burning brightly. He is a living kaleidoscope of emotions, a symphony of contradictions that you hold dear with every rhythmic beat of your heart

Your lover, is none other than Floyd Leech.

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