#⚠️ smut

[lilac-amethyst-skies]

Holiest |England x Reader|

Notes: nsfw

Overview: With the gentle lighting of the fireplace, you and Arthur spend the night in one another's arms and passion. You suppose the two of you could have made it to the bed only a set of stairs away, but you both figure the couch will do.

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She could feel his eyes on her, grazing over her body with such tenacity.  It made her shiver.  Her heart was fluttering restlessly about her chest in such a way that it practically begged to be free. But, of course she would never wish for herself to be anywhere else. Nowhere else, but with him.

So very aware of the way he neared closer to her, she read the way his footsteps moved forward with careful, but intense purpose.  There, in his steps, was a determination that was surely meant for her, and only her.  It was only when he stood just in front of her, from her place on the modestly colored couch, that she finally met his eyes.

Those eyes, so emerald in color, reflected the flickered, dancing light of the fireplace that was set to warm the room.  Though its gentle heat was one deserving thanks, the woman found that she surely didn’t need a fire to keep her warm any longer.  This was especially found true as a gentle, but deliberate hand fell upon the side of her face, his fingertips blazing a trail along her skin even though he was barely touching her.  They found entertainment by tucking away a few rogue strands of hair behind her ear.

Arthur didn’t miss the way she immediately careened into his touch.  As simple as it was, there was an undeniable tension that continued to arise.  He knew she could sense it as well, as he watched the eyes that so desperately bore into his own. This woman would be the death of him, he was sure of it.

His resolve was slipping as he watched shadow and light amalgamate across skin.  The skin that was so soft, supple;

Undeniably inviting.

Something must of have shifted in his stare because the woman already gave in a sharp inhalation of breath, as he watched her.  The hand at her face, brought itself to the back of her head and time seemed to slow as his face became closer, his breath fanning amongst her nose and cheeks.  She could suddenly feel his other hand upon her shoulder, adding a weight that prompted her to shift to the side and fall backward, her perspective of the room tilting outside of the view of Arthur’s face.  And in one swift motion his lips found her own as her back make contact with the soft fabric of the couch.  She was so hyperaware of the pressure of his body upon hers.  Arthur’s mouth moved languidly, with an expertise that took her breath away and she couldn’t stop her body from writhing beneath.

Arthur groaned.

That drove him absolutely crazy.  His brows knitted together and his body sagged against her more, as much as she could handle without it being uncomfortable.  Her lips suddenly left his and it felt so cold.  His eyes involuntarily opened, he was already breathing so heavily, but it was caught in his throat as her hand weaved into his hair.  There was a tug, enough force for him to listen, to tilt his head back for her.  That in and of itself sent a heat rushing to his groin, but that breath caught in the back of his throat came rushing out in a gasp as she brought her mouth up to his neck.  His heart sped up even more, if that was even possible, and he sighed at her touch, all the while her fingers were raking against his skull.  Arthur was getting so drunk off of her ministrations, trailing him off into a gentle pleasure.  Suddenly, he felt her teeth sink themselves into the sensitive part of his neck, catching him off guard into a jolt.  He knew she surely loved his reaction.  But he wouldn’t let it last long.

Yes, Arthur indeed, was sure he had a problem with pride, but he wouldn’t entertain that thought for now.

Instead, he chose to give her a taste of her own medicine, grasping the hair about the back of her head and pulling it downward.  She gasped at the gentle sting, her lips disconnected from his neck.  The two of them were once again staring into each other eyes, but this time around, looked much more disheveled.  She loved that mess of blond hair, going every which way, and that she was the one to see him this way.  She wanted to reach up once again, kiss him furiously, but the grip upon her hair was rather tight, at least enough to express who had the authority in this moment.  As if to further prove this point, Arthur brought his mouth down to the shell of her ear. He loved way she shivered beneath him. God, he was already so hard.

“Love.”

She could only close her eyes and listen to him speak.  The gravel in his voice had her pressing her legs together, hoping to give her sex some sort of relief.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Arthur.  He chuckled against her ear, purposefully exhaling hot breath.  She was getting desperate; Arthur could tell, and their clothing still had yet to be removed.  Deciding to push her further, his hips suddenly rutted, dragging against her lower half, taking care to show her just how hard he was.  This lit a fire in the both of them.  Her hands fell to his chest, hastily unbuttoning his dress shirt.  Arthur was quick to help, removing his shirt completely.  He then asked her to sit up, his hands finding the bottom of her shirt.  Understanding his intention, the woman rose her arms above her head as Arthur pulled the fabric off of her.  She immediately laid herself back down, expecting him to follow, but to her surprise he didn’t.  As Arthur moved himself downward and off the couch, he caught the curious look in her eyes.  She noticed the mischief hiding within his gaze and her heart picked up.  The woman began to bring herself up on her elbows to shift closer to him but was stopped by Arthur’s hand pressing the middle of her chest, right above her breasts, pushing her back down.  He could feel the way her body heaved.

“I want you to lie down.”  Arthur took notice to the tension that took over her body as she lay down.  He knew they were due to nerves, her previous bravado having passed.

“Relax,” he drawled, something of a promise fell from his lips, even though he didn’t say so directly. But the thing is, he didn’t have to.  She knew that in the way he looked at her, the way his fingertips traced along the valley of her breasts, then downward over the flat of her stomach and to the front of her pants, she was going to be in for a hell of a night.  At sound of her zipper, she let her head fall back, her eyes fluttering shut.  She gladly chose to surrender.

“Good girl,” he watched the blush blossom across her face as he allowed himself to fully kneel down onto the ground beside her, “I’m going to make you feel so good, tonight.”

Excitement flushed the rest of her body, as Arthur peeled the pants off of her lower body.  Slinging one of her legs of his shoulder, he immediately began kissing the inside of her thigh.  He relished in the softness, closing his eyes.  She couldn’t help but sigh, his mouth slowly making way towards the place where she really wanted him to be…Arthur suddenly nipped at her skin, her surprised yelp filling the room.

Their eyes met for just a moment in a mirthful understanding that this was surely payback from earlier.

She expected nothing less from Arthur.  That even in the heat of the moment, if he felt there was a point to be made, he would surely get it across.

His eyes continued to catch her own as his tongue dragged along her inner thigh, leaving a wet trail in its wake.  She had been so distracted by the heat in his gaze that she hadn’t even noticed his other hand, abruptly dragging along her clothed entrance and taking care to add pressure to the most sensitive part with his thumb.

Arthur was rewarded with the delicious moan that left her lips, her hips attempting to grind down towards the attention she received.

“Patience, love,” he breathed, bringing his mouth closer to her sex, but still not exactly where she wished.  Arthur laid open-mouthed kisses right beside her entrance, lazy and hot.  The woman could only grasp helplessly onto the fabric of the couch, especially as he dragged his tongue where the cloth of her panties and skin met.  He held onto the leg over his shoulder a bit tighter as she fought for more freedom to move.  To her, it felt so long until Arthur gave her at least a fraction of what she wanted, even though in reality it was most likely only a few moments.  She found him suddenly flattening his tongue against her entrance, his hot breath spilling over.

“Arthur!”

He only hummed in response pressing a deep kiss to where his tongue just was, the vibrations causing her to tense and quickly fall lax.  Arthur’s mouth kept working and the sighs that filled the room from the woman he loved rang beautifully.  He was finding that he couldn’t deny her what she wanted any longer.  He retreated, releasing his hold of the leg over his shoulder.  She wanted to whine at the lack of contact, but she decided to latch onto whatever patience she had left.  She was quickly rewarded by his fingers hooking to the hem of her underwear, successfully pulling them down to be discarded to some other place in the room.

Arthur delved himself between her legs once again, his tongue running along her uncovered slit.  The rough, uninhibited moan that left her lips made his cock strain even further in his pants. He too, was losing patience, but Arthur kept going.  She could barely keep her breathing in check as his tongue danced along her most sensitive parts, dipping into her folds.  Another groan left her when one of his fingers took the place of his tongue.  Her arm fell over her face as her back involuntarily arched, her hips shifting in such a way that his finger went deeper inside of her.

Arthur’s head was spinning watching his lover break down like this.  No, he really couldn’t wait for much longer.  She was just so wet.  He would fit inside of her so well and she would call his name in the way that he loved so very, very much.  His inner thoughts led him to bring a second finger inside of her, his tongue moving over the bundle of nerves right above.  Her hands immediately fell to Arthur’s head, intertwining her fingers into is messy blond hair.

Oh, that did it for her.

“Arthur.” She tugged him upwards towards her, and Arthur obeyed crawling over her body once again, “I need you. Right now.”

Her hands fell to sides of his face.  There was such intensity in her words and stare, that he would surely do whatever this woman asked of him for forever and an eternity.  Arthur grasped one of her hands that found his cheek and brought it to his lips,

“As you wish.”  There was a gentleness that was found there as he held her gaze, clashing with the ferocity of the room. It was just so Arthur, and it was one of the many things she loved about him.

A few moments later, his dress pants were discarded along with his boxers.  He felt his lover shiver as he pressed his weight onto her, his hand reaching around to her back, unclipping her bra.  Her breasts finally fell free, a blush creeping on her face from Arthur’s unabashedly wandering gaze.  Arthur dipped down, kissing one of her breasts while his hand gently massaged the other.  He then began to rut against her, not yet inside of her but still getting lost in the wetness of her.  The both of them closed their eyes, the room filled with their sighs.  His fingers tweaked her nipple for the last time, his hand then travelling downwards to finally wrap around his cock, unable to not pump himself a few times, already so soaked from his lover.  His face was suddenly at her neck and breathing so heavy, her hands immediately finding the muscle of his back.  There was a moment where nothing happened, of tense anticipation.

And then, she felt his tip reach her entrance, drawing a sharp inhale from her.  Arthur pushed himself in with little resistance from how wet she was already.  He groaned at the feeling.  Once he was finally, fully hilted, he stayed for a moment relishing in the heat.  He could feel his lover’s nails begin to rake the skin of his back and he shivered in response.

“Please.” She begged.  Arthur somehow found it in him to begin pressing kisses along her neck, forcing himself to remain still. 

“Arthur, please.” His lover continued to plead and as much as Arthur wanted to move himself, he was getting even hotter from her desperation.  His lips carried to junction of her jaw to the shell of her ear.  She was practically shaking and he found his hands on her hips to see that she didn’t move herself.  She knew the game that he was playing.

“Fuck. Arthur I—” she choked on her frustration as Arthur suddenly removed himself only to quickly fill her once again with such ferocity she was practically seeing stars.  The sound that left her mouth had him craving more and he was overcame with such a need to watch her.  Arthur brought his hands to find support on the armrest above her head. They locked eyes.  Her face was contorted in such pleasure.  He was the only one who got to see her like this, and the thought was sending him closer to release as he kept a steady pace.

She could easily see the expanse of Arthur’s body this way, as well, allowing her eyes to wander.  The way that his muscle moved and strained, as well as the sweat glistening against his skin, shown easily by the lighting of the fireplace was absolutely intoxicating.  And as she looked back up at his face again, she couldn’t help but find herself swooning over the man above her.  As he continued his pace, she raked her nails along his sides.  The sensation prompted Arthur to immediately dip his head downward, resting his forehead against her own with brows furrowed.  His lips found and kissed her temple as they continued to both search for their release. It was going to be soon.

Arthur’s pace was getting sloppier and he could feel the tightness growing around his cock.  He once again lifted his head and at the sight of his lover’s ragged, uneven breathing—she was so close.  Arthur saw her eyes fluttered shut, her head turning to the side, losing herself.  But his voice broke her out of her stupor.

“I want you to look me in the eyes.”

Her body was growing in tension, that coil in her lower body threatening to snap.  The pleasure that was wracking through her body was almost too much.  Too much for her to have any sense of control, but somehow, someway, she managed with much effort to meet Arthur’s request.  In meeting the passion of his gaze her entire body went rigid to then release, arching into the naked form above her.  Looking into her eyes, Arthur lost his own control moaning loudly along with her.  She felt the heat that spilled inside of her as she rode out the rest of her high.

Arthur collapsed. Though, he at least had half the mind to collapse slightly to the side as to not entirely crush her under his weight. There wasn’t a whole lot of room, but they made it work as they held onto one another in a loving laziness that only an after-sex scene could provide.  She could feel his fingers brushing back the strands of hair that fell about her face and she couldn’t help but sigh and close her eyes.  A chuckle rumbled through his chest as he pressed a lingering kiss upon her lips.  He finally pulled away and she opened her eyes to the man before her. Neither said a word as they read the emotions in one another’s gaze.  She brought her own hand to graze her fingertips lightly upon the skin of his cheek.  The love that Arthur made her feel was unparalleled and she would surely do anything for him.  She then saw a lovely smile blossom across his face. He must have read her mind somehow because it was only a few seconds later that Arthur spoke,

“I love you, too.” 

[opscuritas]

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[arminsumi]

22 with toji? >___< i love mamaguro but sometimes i be thinkingggg..

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

A/N: ughhh ikr 🤤😔 ik this goes without saying (hopefully) but y'all don't cheat 😵‍💫 read fiction about ur fave anime boys cheating with u instead lmao

Wc ≈ 800

Pairing: TOJI Fushiguro x f.reader

Summary: you and Toji getting up to no good in your favorite hotel room

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, infidelity, pns (baby, slut, bitch) cheating kink, slight size kink, nasty dirty talk, slightly mean/rough Toji, taking condom off (mutually consensual), breeding kink, slight hairpulling, one ass slap (why is it always just ONE lmao), kinda rough/manhandling but not rlly, daddy kink, prone bone/from the back, lmk if i have missed anything <3

♪ i keep going back to this hotel room...

Damn you, he thinks while squeezing himself into a condom that’s very slightly too small for his size.

You’re to blame – to blame for being spellbinding, bewitching, entrancing, irresistible, alluring… he never thought about straying until you showed up one day in the office, pretty smile and naughty glint in your eyes.

“Fuck me…” he seethes when he sinks into your tight pussy – so happily spreading your legs for him on the hotel bed. With how many times you two have come and gone through this room on weekends, you’re pretty sure the receptionist has figured out what happens behind those closed doors.

“ ‘s so fucking sexy when you arch your back like that for me, pretty thing.” Toji grunts, splitting you wide open on his cock. “ ‘missed me?” he asks cheekily, feeling how much you’re gushing for him after such simple touching earlier – he had kissed you like he was starved of the taste of your lips, touched you like he’s never laid hands on a female form before. It made sense why he acted so needy, you hadn’t seen him for two weekends straight after all.

“Mhm! Missed you so much…” you moan into the pillow, bringing your hands down to spread your pussylips so you can take his cock better.

His cockhead always glides in so nicely, but halfway in his length got so thick that your pussy just spat his cock out. He always chuckles when it does.

“ ‘been too long, baby, ‘gotta stretch out that pussy all over again. Make it remember daddy’s cock.”

Toji tightly pins your waist down into the mattress, just feeling a fraction of his strength turns you on. Yeah, you’ve met strong guys before – but Toji was fucking strong. He could toss you into any position he wanted, he could make you feel weightless at times.

Those calloused hands know your body better than your own. He knows which sweet spots to his to make you cream, what pace makes you claw at his biceps, what dirty talk makes you cum. He knows everything about your body. He almost doesn’t wanna admit it, but he knows your body better than his own wife’s.

“Fuckin’ slut, look at you going dumb on my dick already. Keep it together, we just started.” He chuckled meanly, giving your ass an encouraging smack to bring you back to earth. “What? ‘This position too much for you?” he asked rhetorically – because he knew damn well that you couldn’t handle him pressing his weight onto you from behind like this.

“Nooo, I can take it!” you squeak, biting the hotel pillow as you hug it for support. He always feels so good that you need some form of comfort. The feeling of his fat tip nudging against your sweet spot and throbbing there makes you say some nasty shit that makes him smirk. “Fuuuck – just fuck me alre – fuuuck, mhm! Like that! Like that!” you sob into the pillow when he fulfils your wishes and pounds into you from behind like an animal.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and gently pulls your head back, making his lips meet your ear – scar grazing against your skin. “Don’t go all quiet on me. I know how fucking nasty you are – what’ve you been wanting to tell me huh? I know you missed me bad.”

His cockhead hits the spot that makes you spill the truth. “Fuuuck – daddy fuck me like I’m yours.” You said, “F-fuck me like I’m your wife.”

“Shit… dirty fuckin’ bitch, you talk like that and you’re gonna make me cum.” He breathes heavily into your ear, sweat already beading off his abdomen with his intensely he’s rutting into you. “You really like me, huh? Haha, yeah, I know – it’s so cute. So cute that you cum so much on this cheating cock. Uh-huh, don’t get shy on me now – we both know we get off on that. Just be honest with yourself – there we go, that wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

He groans, big arms entangling with your body. You can feel his muscles twitching, you can smell the scent of his cologne and sweat and sex all mixing in the air. And him? He’s burying his head into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. Your perfume drives him nuts, it makes him dizzy like he’s some lovesick teenager.

Everything he holds back from telling you, he admits when he’s pussy-drunk and about to cum. “Fuck, sweet thing, ‘wanna give you a baby. D’you want that? Yeah? F-fuck really? You sure? You want my babies? Shit alright, I’ll give you a fucking baby t’night. Don’t tell her it’s mine.” He said, tugging his cock out of your pussy despite your walls hugging him like they were trying to keep him in there forever.

You reach behind you and pull off the condom yourself, and he just watches, half-drooling at the sight, before plunging back inside you and doing what he promised – giving you his babies.

[cherry-leclerc]

may 18 at 11:59 PST

[niamh-oshea]

It was the 26th of October — a day before Niamh and Isaac were supposed to fly to Glasgow and finally settle into the newly renovated home Isaac had bought for them a year ago. The plan was to spend the rest of Niamh's pregnancy there, comfortably; where they can rest, nest, and prepare for everything they would need to welcome their firstborn.

But the day didn't go as planned.

It was barely five o'clock in the morning when Niamh awoke from a harsh drilling sound too close to her ear. Heavy with sleep, she ignored it at first, burrowing her face against Isaac's bare chest. But a few seconds later, there it was again. Annoyed, she rolled onto her back to reach for her phone sitting atop an adjacent nightstand.

There's no way they're doing construction outside, she thought groggily, more asleep than awake. What time is it anyway??

Niamh peeled an eyelid open just enough to take a small, blurry peek at the time on her phone before realising that it was the device itself that was incessantly vibrating, thus creating the maddening noise. Rubbing her eyes, Niamh pushed herself up as quietly as she could as to not disturb Isaac. Propping her phone on her baby bump, she wanted to see what was causing her phone to go off so early in the morning.

Turns out, it was her late best friend's brother, Sal, who'd e-mail Niamh every once in a while, to see how she was doing and to share any news of his own. The Rinaldis and the O'Sheas have long been family friends, and it wasn't uncommon for them to drop a line now and again.

Perhaps it's that...

Yawning, Niamh leaned back against the mountain of pillows Isaac had put on their bed, to ensure that she was as comfortable as can be. Inputting her PIN to unlock her phone, she yawned again and lazily swiped to find the Gmail app. But before she could click on the icon, Niamh paused. She wasn't sure if she was ready to open her inbox again.

Lately, she'd been avoiding checking her email as her childhood bullies had once again resurfaced, as they would every couple of years. No matter how many times she'd block them, as Isaac had repeatedly advised, they'd always find ways to harass her again.

Niamh turned to look at her boyfriend, sleeping so peacefully beside her. Ever so gently, she reached for his much larger hand and watched as his fingers naturally closed around her own. This tiny gesture brought some comfort to her already anxious nerves. It was as if he knew, even in his sleep, that she needed him.

With one deep breath, Niamh finally opened her inbox. To her great relief, there were no harassing emails to be found. Only a couple of hellos from her parents, and one from "SAL RINALDII" whose subject title promised great news and updates of his life — complete with photos and videos!

Niamh hastily skimmed through his email, more eager to see the attachments he'd sent. Excitedly tapping on the very first video, there was nothing but a black screen. Confused, Niamh's eyebrows furrowed.

What's going on? she wondered, bringing her phone next to her ear to check if there was audio playing. There was — some very faint rustling in the background. What could that be? Looking back at her phone, Niamh was more confused than ever. Swiping her thumb across the screen, she wanted to see if the rest of the video was this dark. She soon found out that it wasn't.

When the picture finally flickered, there — plain as day — was her. Niamh. Panting, naked and bent over the very same bed she was now on. And behind her, growling and gleaming with sweat, was Isaac pounding her raw. In absolute horror, Niamh watched as her boyfriend pulled her up against his chest, and seized her by the jaw, kissing her fiercely. And there, in plain view of the camera, was her entire body fully exposed, breasts heaving and all, and no question as to what Isaac's hand was up to as it shamelessly snaked past her flat torso and down between her legs...

Freaked, Niamh hastily threw her phone as far away as she could. This can't be happening; this cannot be happening! Breaking down into uncontrollable sobs, Niamh was at a complete loss as to what to do. There was no way Sal had sent this. He knew of her bullies so he couldn't have been part of it. There was no denying it: this was them. Again! Somehow, they'd found one of her and Isaac's sextapes, and she could only imagine what they could do with it.

Niamh was in such distress that the sound of her crying had unavoidably woken up a very concerned Isaac. But one look in his eyes and a new wave of fear flooded her again. How can she explain this to him? And worse, what would he do when he finds out they're after her again??

[ratedfleur]

Nothing personal but have you ever thought of:

Gyuvin x reader where gyuvin is really really standoffish and introverted but eventually warms up to clutz bigmouth extrovert reader leading to smut

Crazy smut💀

-⚠️

it’s definitely interesting to say the least.. i guess the sex would’ve been really intense and rough, like REALLY rough sex. his hands would’ve been rough against your skin, literally taking words out of your loud mouth, only letting sounds of pleasure slip out of your lips.

lying on top of you as he thrusted, gyuvin’s thrusts were erratic as he shut you up, leaving you with your eyes closed, mouth shaped in an o shape as you moaned gyuvin’s name repetitively.

gyuvin’s hand would wander around your body, seldomly slapping you whenever and wherever he liked, mostly on your cheek to get you to look at him.

[celerydays]

🔞 NSFW // MDNI 🔞

...i will get back to wholesome stuff i swear lol. but drawing nsfw even just once has made me want to explore/experiment more with it 🫣

[natsukosmxsez]

{ Hyunjin’s baby -> backstage after his concert with jun }

“ Jun my baby~ how’d I do.~? “ { Hyunjin stood in front of the other man -> his Lover, he stepped closer to him, he went to the others ear and he moaned in the others ear softly and quietly, wanting to see what he would do to the other (see wat jun would do to him.) he then backed up and looked at the other. } “ anyways hi my love, sense it’s only us back here, we can do whatever we want.. would you like to go to my private room or would you rather stay here., it’s up to you my sweet darling. “

( @your-sweet-cookies )

[ozymoron]

i need to ruin him pussy-wise

[machetegirl109]

hey, sexy peoples! i will be posting later today this abby oneshot ib selena gomez bad liar video clip!! who's ready for teachers assistant!abby?! 🤭 make sure to stick around if ure interested in reading ❣️

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[lilac-amethyst-skies]

An Open Canvas |2P!Italy X Reader|

Notes: nsfw, mirror, paint

Overview: Would Luciano consider this to be a study in art or a study in passion? In this case, why not both?

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Luciano’s lover had quite the creative streak.

He had known that since the moment he met her.  Though, one didn’t have to be terribly observant to notice such a thing, considering the splotches of paint, charcoal or whatever else that would make its way on her clothing and skin.  Of course, she didn’t always look like that.   Yet, more often than not, if one was around her enough, it would be impossible not to notice.

So, at the start, Luciano wasn’t quite sure what to make of her slightly unkempt appearance.  Luciano could certainly tell she took care of herself, but apparently decided that her remnants of art were better kept on her body.  And the more he came to know her, the more he noticed that she sometimes even took to directly drawing on her skin.  Little things mostly…but, once again, Luciano really didn’t get it.

The first time he caught her doing that, he didn’t hesitate to call her out.

“Why are you drawing on your arm?” he had quipped, “Don’t you think that would be better found on paper…”

Luciano trailed off a bit as he noticed her ‘art session’ coming to a slow halt.  The young woman pursed her lips and when she finally brought her eyes up to meet his own, the look Luciano found in them was entirely laughable.  An all too easy comparison could be made in witnessing a child that got caught in the act.  Yet, Luciano was quick to find an effortless calm, continuing to give her a rather unimpressed look.  He thought that maybe she would at least try to defend herself, but she gave him something else entirely.

The young woman let out a small, nervous chuckle.  She saw how the man in front of her simply crossed his arms in response.  He almost always appeared to be in a foul mood, and this time was no exception.  Perhaps it was due to her lack of sleep or the increasing awkwardness she felt, but the words that left her mouth next were surely something neither of them expected.

“Do you…do you want one, too? Or, y’know…” She didn’t finish her thought.  In fact, with each word she spoke, the quieter they got in horror of what was happening.

…

Silence filled the room.

Truly an inevitable result, all things considered.

She had just asked Luciano Vargas if he would like a butterfly to be drawn onto his arm…That hadn’t been said directly, but that was definitely what just happened and now they were both paying the price.

She would do anything for the opportunity to crawl into a hole and never come out.

…

There was still silence as they sat across the table from one another.

She wasn’t meeting his gaze anymore; her eyes found the calendar pinned on the wall much more interesting.  But Luciano didn’t do the same.  Instead, he kept his eyes on her and the woman was sure that they had the ability to burn holes into her skin, if he intended it.

…

“…No, thank you,” Luciano finally, slowly responded.

That had been one of their very first moments with one another.  The situation had been saved immediately after by his brother walking in, whisking the young woman away to wherever they were headed that day.  Luciano could always recall how mortified she had looked then and even though he hadn’t been sure of what to make of her at the time, he now looked over the memory in a teasing fondness. Especially now as he looks over her in the present.

Luciano hadn’t seen much of her today, which meant she was most likely in her art studio.  He was right, of course. Upon opening the door and walking in, he found that the current piece she had been working on was abandoned for her comfy little chair in the corner of room.   His lover must have a found an afternoon nap more pressing, as she had curled herself up into a position deemed comfortable enough for her.

A breathy chuckle left Luciano’s lips, playfully crossing his arms.  He began to take a few steps forward, being careful of the paint.

Luciano was always careful of the paint.

He habitually made a point in being nothing short of immaculate.

Though, there may or may not be one particular exception to that rule.

His footfalls finally came to a stop, right in front of the chair where she rested.  Luciano looked her over once again.  He always had a case of wandering eyes when it came to her, and it used to make her incredibly nervous.  Actually, there were still times that it was a cause of embarrassment, but it never seemed to bother her enough to tell him to stop.  And besides, he loved those hesitant, kind eyes and the blush that was sure to follow.

Luciano brought his shoe to tap the leg of the chair a few times, effectively jostling her entire person.  Amusement filled his stare towards the gentle groan that escaped her.  Her eyes fluttered open, a confused little look on her face as she tried to grasp where exactly she was and what was happening…she finally brought her gaze straight-ahead to find the reason of her short-lived nap.

Registering what was happening, that sheepish, little smile played at her face and she found herself sitting up straighter, allowing her legs to extend and feet to rest upon the floor.

“Very busy here, I see,” Luciano expressed, a mischievous edge meeting his words.  This caused her eyes to light up and the laughter that spilled from her mouth rang pleasantly.

“I got some work done, I swear,” she disputed, bringing her hands up in lighthearted, mock defense.  Her voice was still a bit groggy from her nap.  Luciano only rolled his eyes in return, letting out a huff of breath.

“I’m fairly certain we’ll find more paint on you, than the actual canvas, bella donna,” Luciano watched her blush.

“Oh, you still think I’m pretty?” she looked up at him with delightful eyes, her heart racing, “Even with all of this paint on my face?”

Luciano couldn’t help but to bring his face closer to her own, leaning downward to meet her.  She fought her desire to recoil, to match him where he was.  There certainly was quite a bit of paint that had made its way to the flushed cheeks of her face, her forehead, a bit on her nose…but yes, of course she was pretty. Beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking. The praises were always quick to fall from his lips, and she always shied away.  He always had to reel her back in to continue looking at him.

It seemed that his lover anticipated this episode to come forth because she was already starting to shift her gaze towards the floor, a demure smile starting on her face.  This only caused Luciano to chuckle, pulling back; he decided he’d spare her this time around.  Her eyes flickered upwards, once again, joining his light laughter.  Luciano’s hand was suddenly extended, an offer.  His lover took it without hesitation, and she loved the way his fingers gently wrapped around her hand so carefully.

She was suddenly on her feet, a bit of distance between the two.  To which was probably due to the state of her clothing.  Still, Luciano unconsciously brought his other hand to tuck a strand of unruly hair behind her ear.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sì?” the smirk on his face caused her heart to stutter.  After a wordless nod, the two of them left her studio and were quick to arrive in their shared bedroom.  Luciano took to sitting on the edge of their bed, watching as she found a new pair of clothing to then walk off to the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.  Luciano stayed where he was for the moment, hearing her shuffle about.  He heard the water of the sink finally turning on.  Luciano wasn’t entirely sure why, but it seemed that his legs moved of their own accord, finding himself standing and traipsing a confident stride in her direction, but not before shedding his suit jacket, leaving it abandoned on the nearby chair.  He had even took to removing his tie and unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt by a few.

The young woman had her attention toward washing her hands, the paint spiraling down into the sink’s piping.  There was movement at the bathroom door that distracted her.  Her gaze quickly shifted to see Luciano walking in, and she smiled, rather liking the look of him.   She brought her attention back to her hands.  Now that they were clean, she grasped the towel to her left, running it under the water, to then ring it out.  The job was mostly finished, but her face was still covered in paint.

Suddenly, Luciano’s hand came to rest upon her shoulder.  She turned to look at him curiously expecting some sort of answer.

“Sit down,” he urged softly, his head motioning toward the seat of toilet.  His lover was certainly confused but didn’t question his words and found herself seated.  She watched inquisitively as he rolled up the sleeves of his black dress shirt.  The next thing she knew, Luciano had taken the towel from her hand and…

He brought it to rest against the side of her face.  There was a gentle application of pressure as he pulled it downward across her cheek, effectively taking the paint away, but being careful as to not irritate her skin.

She felt her heart swell.

And even though Luciano had only gotten maybe a quarter of the paint off, she couldn’t help but to grasp his hand as to halt him there.  Now it was Luciano’s turn to give her a questioning gaze, but it didn’t last long as she brought her other hand to the back of his head, bringing him forward to press her lips against him.

Though it did catch him off guard, he quickly decided to indulge his lover, setting the towel back down on the countertop.  He instinctively brought both of his hands to the sides of her face.  The wetness from his hands caused the previously dry paint on her face to smear, creating a new mixture of color on her face.

His mouth moved against her own intensely, even with his unhurried speed.  She sighed into his lips and immediately caved to his touch; the way that she so easily fell into his hands never failed to fill his body with excitement.  Luciano brought his tongue to slide along her bottom lip and his partner was quick to follow under his request.  His tongue found way through her parted lips, another soft moan coming from her.  Tilting his head a bit further to the side, he took to deepening the kiss.  His hands came slowly down to rest along her jawline, a few of his fingers brushing further along the sensitive skin of her neck.  Set alight by the growing heat in the room, Luciano’s lover found her own hands at his face, attempting to bring him even closer.  Luciano was so incredibly aware of how her desperation caused him to strain against the fabric of his pants.

Luciano finally broke the kiss with every intention to trail more down the flesh of her neck, but upon finally opening his eyes the hitch found in his breath was enough to gather even his partner’s attention.  Her eyes fluttered open in question, of which quickly turned into flushed shock.  In fact, she thought that her heart might have even stopped.  Maybe she would need to ask Luciano to check her pulse.

If Luciano hadn’t been so preoccupied, she might have, because in this moment all they could do was stare at one another.

To be entirely fair, Luciano’s dear lover didn’t look much different than what she usually did.  Though, the colorful paint he found smeared upon her nose, across her cheeks, further trailing down her neck…Luciano knew that this time around, its cause was due to an entirely different reason.  He didn’t take the time to directly look at his hands.  Luciano didn’t need to.  Instead, he allowed his gaze to trail towards the mirror in the room, already knowing what he would surely find, but still needing to see it for himself.

The woman waited with bated breath as she watched Luciano turn his head toward the mirror.  Oh, she already knew what he looked like; she was looking at him right now.  In response to the situation, she very slowly began retracting her hands that were previously on his face.  She took note to the newfound paint on her own palms, and she didn’t even want to think of the current damage they aided in creating.  Though really, most of it had been due to their faces having met in their spontaneous bouts of passion.

She would just have to wait and see how everything would unfold.

Luciano finally met his own gaze in the mirror.

It was a sight to behold, seeing a man such as him with paint smeared precariously across his face.  This, matched with his now unkempt hair and his more casual dress, after having rolled up his sleeves, made Luciano a person many didn’t have the slightest chance of seeing.  The woman staring intently at him couldn’t ignore the pleasure and excitement this brought to her.  She loved Luciano regardless, but seeing him like this?  It was almost too much to handle.  She thought of asking Luciano to just take her right then.

So then she could feel his searing touch.

And he would fill her so completely.

She would do anything.

Anything he asked her to do.

A different kind of tension was beginning to fill the room.  His eyes finally settled back to her.  Their color was stunning, and their intention left her burning.  Luciano’s eyes held a danger, but she was never frightened by them.  Their intensity was sealing a promise to her, and she trusted Luciano with whatever that may be. 

Luciano found purchase at the underside of her thighs, effectively lifting her up into his arms.  She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands finding his shoulders.  Luciano placed her on the bathroom countertop, her back to the mirror.  She shuddered as he brought his fingertips to lightly graze upon the side of her face.  His thumb lightly brushing along the softness of her lips.

“My…look what you’ve done to me,” Luciano breathed.  He drew his face close to her own.  Luciano watched as her eyes fluttered shut in response to his words. 

She realized that he wasn’t just speaking of the paint as she felt the hardness of his lower half press against her body.  It made her skin burn and her arousal flare.  Luciano was more than aware of this and always enjoyed playing this little game.

“We’ll have to do something about that, hm?”

She kept quiet as he continued to speak, hanging on to every word that left his lips.  She sighed as his mouth found her jaw.  A line of kisses led downward and the hand at her face found her hair, willing her head back for better access to her flesh.  Luciano’s teeth caught her skin, earning a sigh as he lightly bit down.  He then lazily brought his fingertips to dance along her sides beneath her shirt; she subconsciously arched closer to him as her own hands moved upward to weave through the softness of his hair.  Luciano enjoyed the dig of her fingers against his scalp, rewarding her with another bite, this time harsher.  It was enough to make her gasp, the feeling causing her to tug on his hair a bit more than intended.

Luciano hummed deeply at the feeling.

He finally pulled back, the marks left on her skin more than satisfying.  They created a far more beautiful painting than any canvas could ever hold.  Especially in the haze that covered her eyes, her lips slightly parted and the flush that dusted her cheeks, she provided a picturesque view of everything he had ever wanted.  Even with smeared paint included.  But he decided that he wanted more.

Luciano always wanted more.

And he would take it without hesitation.

His hands caught the bottom of her shirt, pulling the fabric up and over her head.  Luciano’s gaze immediately caught the swell of her breasts and the way they moved with the shifting of her arms.  He decided to leave the skirt she wore for now, bringing one of his hands to move across her stomach and upward to brush along her breast.  Her body reacted even at the lightest of touch as if her nerves were stripped bare to her lover’s whims.  Luciano fed into her lust, his hand finding her breast harshly and purposefully catching her hardened nipple.

She moaned and fell into him.  Luciano used her forward momentum to bring her flush to him, his hand leaving her for the moment.  He brought her legs to wrap around him and deliciously rolled his hips against her.  With her skirt pushed far up the expanse of her legs, it left little to the imagination to just how hard Luciano was.  She held onto him helplessly, the heat between her legs nearly unbearable.

Luciano ground into her again, bringing his lips to her ear.  The hot breath against her skin made her shiver, a wavering exhale escaping her.  Barely above a whisper, Italian spilled from his lips, words that she didn’t quite understand, but still made her heart race.  It wasn’t until a moment later that she realized that his words were more than just sweet nothings.  She was suddenly removed from the countertop, her feet finding the ground.  Luciano spun her around to face the mirror, pinning her to the counter.  On instinct, she found herself bent over, supporting her top half by her forearms.  The granite bit cold against her skin.  She was met with her surprised expression in the mirror, as well as Luciano’s ghosting smirk.  The quirk of his lips and the all too confident burn in his eyes drew her in like a moth to flame.  And the paint still presently smeared across his cheeks looked just as good, as well. 

She watched him carefully through the mirror as he leaned down to find her ear once again.  All too aware was she to how his hips harshly pinned her to the counter.  Luciano spoke again, this time in a language she understood,

“I said,” Luciano’s eyes met hers in the mirror, “I’m going to turn you around, and fuck you from behind over this counter.”

The sound of his belt suddenly unclasping startled her, being far too enraptured by his gaze.  She realized that Luciano wasn’t even going to bother with the rest of their clothing, especially when she felt his hands against her ass, her skirt having been pushed up.  He pressed his bare cock against her.  He heard a sigh leave her lips as she braced herself against the countertop.  The sight of her was intoxicating.

Luciano used one of his hands to push the fabric of her panties aside.  Not entering her quite yet, the head of his cock brushed against her.  The wetness made a groan threaten to leave his lips.  Her body shuddered as his cock moved against her and Luciano brought himself to catch her clit in his movements.

“Ah!” She softly gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.

With that, Luciano finally began sinking his cock into her.  A moan left her lips and she took notice to how he stretched her.  Without having prepared her first, she found herself especially thankful of how slow he entered her from the angle he chose.

The tightness of his lover left Luciano’s head swimming in pleasure.  Watching his cock disappear inside of her made his heart race and he knew his patience wouldn’t hold out for much longer.  As if on cue, he was finally hilted in her.  Luciano shifted his hips and the moan that came from her spurred him to move even more.

She felt Luciano’s hands at her hips.  His thrusts grew faster and the feeling of his cock deep inside of her left her gasping.  She wished she had something to hold onto as her hands unsuccessfully grabbed at the granite beneath her palms.  One of Luciano’s hands moved from her hips to the clasp of her bra.  The article of clothing was removed, and he was quick to find her sensitive nipple between his fingertips.

Luciano heard his lover breathe his name, sending a feeling of desire straight to his cock.  He swore he could feel her twitching around him, and he wondered how long she would last like this.  She felt his hand move from her breast to her hair.  She was caught off guard by his sudden grip and how it pulled her head slightly back.  The slight shock of pain yielded to the pleasure she felt, sparking heat that was continually coiling in her lower half.  This with the sounds of their coupling made the challenge of holding on seemingly futile.

The tensing of her body and the sounds that left her brought signs to Luciano that she was nearing her release.  In response, he shifted his hips in a way that would drag his cock deeper inside of her.  Luciano relentlessly thrusted into her, groaning as she subconsciously clenched around him.

“Luciano.”

His name was resounded with an uncontrolled fervor.  His lover repeated his name, again.  And then once more, each time growing in desperation, and Luciano knew that he was sending her over the edge.  In one harsh thrust, she felt the pleasure that had been building up inside of her snap.

As she came, she risked a look toward their reflection in the mirror.  The expression she found on Luciano’s face may have been just as pleasurableas spinning into her release.  The raw, unabashed countenance Luciano carried as he watched her unravel brought her to her knees just the same.  Who was she to be able to see a man such as him abolish his mask of stoicism and harshness?  The way that Luciano held her and worshipped her was nothing less than being gifted with the finest of gold or silk. 

And now Luciano chased after his own release, the new wetness that covered his cock brought him even closer.   Each thrust left short pants escaping from his lips as he took notice of the glisten of sweat on his lover’s back.  He began to grip her tighter at the hips; Luciano knew he would leave bruises and it was after that thought matched with a particularly harsh moan from her that had him spilling inside of her.  Luciano groaned and the rhythm of his hips stuttered in pace until finally coming to a stop.

The hand at her hair finally released its grip and brought itself to gently graze along her back.  It was then that she also felt the softness of Luciano’s lips press into the skin of her back.  The reflection of the mirror presented Luciano bending over her, his eyes closed.  Satisfied and content, Luciano finally removed himself from her.  Carefully, he helped her come to full height.  Still with both facing the mirror, he gently wrapped his arms around her and peppered kisses to the side of her head.  She sighed and leaned back into him, trusting that Luciano would continue to hold her up.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.

“What?” she mumbled softly.

“I think a shower is in order.”

They both turned to look at one another, this time not relying on the mirror’s refection to reveal the state they were in.  She suddenly laughed, her lips upturned and her eyes showing a playful glow that Luciano could only wish to have.  It took his breath away.

“I couldn’t agree more.” She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips as she began helping Luciano undress.

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MINORS- STAY AWAY-

WARNING⚠️: Pet p|@¥?, AAAAAAA-, tastefully cropped.

MINORS STAY AWAYY PLEASE

Kinda bright-

[neo-nomatrix]

EAT IT UP !

HOW THE JJK MEN EAT P*$$Y

Multiple x reader

-> GOJO, NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, SUKUNA, CHOSO

warnings ⚠️ smut… duh. pussy eating… duh. 69 in getos. talks of bondage. talks of choking (on dick) overalll smut idk

GOJO SATORU AKA “kid in a candy store”

On his tummy, feet in the air, humming. His legs are swaying back and forth but you’re way too busy to notice. He’s looking up at you with those unmistakable eyes watching you fall apart on his skilled tongue. His hand use your thighs as handles and makes out with your sloppy, cute cunt. He’s trying to tease you but the words come out as gurgled mumbles since his mouth is basically superglued to you.

You’re throbbing on his lips and he slurps it up like honey. Sometimes he dips his fingers in but usually sticks with his mouth. Fucks his tongue inside of you and he’ll probably start gagging because of how far he gets. He has to hug your thighs when you cum because of how squirmy you get. Nips at your clit when it’s all sensitive and giggles.

“You’re so fucking cute squirming”

“Oh wow… feels that good huh?”

“Is this how it feels when you gag on my cock?”

NANAMI KENTO AKA “use me like a chair”

Wants all your weight on his face or else he’s not happy. And no- it’s not an option. Maybe you’ll suffocate him, but who’s to say that’s not the goal? He cups his hands around your thighs and pulls you down on him, immediately getting to work. He’s so sensual and romantic about it. Slowly licking from your entrance to your clit. Definitely kisses your clit before starting anything.

Gathers a whole bunch of spit before and globs it onto you. There should literally be bubbles when you get off of him. Tries his best not to snake his hand down his pants so he can focus on you. As much as he loves you grinding down on his face he always stops you. This is for him to do all he work, he should be making you feel so good you don’t need to think about grinding down.

“Let me do all the work, just sit there.”

“I know i’m hard, sweetheart. I’ll get to that later.”

“Stop hovering, do i need to tie you up?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA “this is for him”

Even though it’s an activity meant to pleasure you, it’s for him. For him to melt away his worries into your sweet cunt. He uses it as a stress reliever, massaging your ass like a stress ball. will literally ask you why you were squirming so much, it disturbed his peace.

Never stops after you come. More flavor for him. Has you on your tummy, he’s spreading you apart and eating it. His hands are never still. Always running up and down your back or playing with the skin of your ass. Moves up to grope your tits and play with your sweet nipples.

“Put your face into the pillow and bite if it’s to much”

“You take my cock every day but my mouth is too much?” oh wait, that’s also too much

“Maybe i should leave some marks on this ass too.”

GETO SUGURU AKA “34 + 35”

SixtyNine KING. Can’t decide between being on bottom or top. On bottom he can get the pleasure of you sitting on his face. The only downside is your squirming with so much pleasure that you forget to suck his cock. He doesn’t care that much, eating you out is plenty of pleasure, but it would be nice. But he does hate it when your strokes get sloppy and they become borderline teasing.

On top he gets the added bonus of fucking your face. Thrusting in and out of your moaning mouth as much as he pleases. He loves hearing you choke while slurping you up. He just doesn’t like the blood going to his head while eating you out. He’s pretty simple when it comes to pussy eating. Loves to suck on your clit and use his fingers. Definitely makes you lick your own cum from his fingers. Finger fucks you until his hands are pruned.

“C’mon baby, at least stroke me baby. Look how hard he is for you.”

“I know it’s so much, huh?

“That’s fine, i’ll just throat fuck you with my cum soaked fingers,”

RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA “stop running”

Eats you out until you’re rolling around on the floor. And still keeps going. He hates it when you squirm, but also doesn’t do anything to stop it. Locks his arms around your thighs and presses a hand against your tummy. Sloppily eats your cunt with no technique. Spits soo much on it. The noises that come from your cunt and his mouth are insane. Dips his tongue real deep into your mess to get every drop.

Has you on the verge of passing out when you cum. And you guessed it, still won’t stop. He definitely pushes your thighs to your chest and wraps his arms around your whole body to keep you still. Loves it when you push on his head in desperation. It makes him so much harder.

“You keep fucking running and I’ll go for longer.”

“You’re only making it worse for yourself by squirming.”

“Fucking take it or I’ll make you.” yeah he definitely makes you

CHOSO KAMO AKA “kitten licks”

He eats you out like he’s scared. He’s so fascinated by your slippery pussy that he unintentionally goes super slow. Giving soft kisses to your clit and licking at your entrance like a popsicle. You have to tell him to go a little harder so it feels better. and once he does, no going back.

Starts to eat it like a starved man. He gets so mad he’s never done this before because he’s in heaven. Ruts his cock into the sheets because it feels so amazing. Moaning like a slut into your pussy. So much spit and his tongue is going wild on your pussy. He’s definitely making this apart of your routine.

“Oh my god it’s so wet baby.”

“Faster? but when i go faster with my cock you cry…”

“It feels good right, baby? Am I doing good?”

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

A Date With Death - fic WIP

I censored the grim reaper's name in this, but his real name (aka spoilers) will be in the final.

[celerydays]

might mess around and make an occasional 🔞 mdni 🔞 nsfw 🔞 post on the rare blue moon 👀

happy blue moon month 🌝

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

Love&Deepspace Visual Links-!! ᥫ᭡

synopsis: visual links including all current l&ds men !

tags: penetration, bodily fluids, cum-play, blowjobs, cunnalingus, doggystyle, riding, bondage, toys, vulgar, incredible explicit, straight up p0rn

a/n: make sure to login to twitter (x) prior! I apologize in advance if some videos are soon to be taken down from twitter, this is out of my control but I hope you see this post before that happens! THIS POST CONTAINS VISUAL SMUT ⚠️

𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧ᯓᡣ𐭩

“Taste Test”

Inviting him to “play video games”

The other neighbors hate you two

Hunters Association Bathroom

Waking up during a nap

𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚ᯓᡣ𐭩

Checkup

Losing a bet

Wearing the gift he bought you

Dessert is his weakness

Morning routine

𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡ᯓᡣ𐭩

At home after the arcade

Painting your chest white

Hand on your throat

Fingering you

Your pleasure is his pleasure

𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨ᯓᡣ𐭩

Sucking his Thumb

Brat Taming

Against the Wall

Punishment

Affinity 41: Toy Handcuffs

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