#・ .˳⁺⁎ 𓂃 ⌗ ⠀:⠀ asks.

[valalice]

۶ৎ dating older gf! caitlyn kiramman and having to endure the drastic ways the two of you text. cw. age gap (two consenting adults, about a 10 year age gap). reader is a college student. slightly suggestive. a somewhat modern au?

when you first started dating caitlyn you found it endearing and rather cute at how proper she texts you. always making sure to start her sentences when a capital letter and having correct punctuation. going out of her way to correct your speach : "Remember to capitalize I's, darling." // "There should've been a comma between there." // "So many exclamation marks, my baby must be really excited."

she also became rather familiar with all of your quick abbreviations, but not without questioning them : "What does PMO mean?" // "At this point, I know that one!" // "ABT means about?" // "I know BRB. Do you really think I'm that old?"

no matter at what stage you and caitlyn are at she will always keep sending you those chivalrous texts that makes your heart flutter when you read them. they started during the early stages of dating and they just happened to stick : "Good morning, Baby. Just made it to the office, already counting down the hours until we meet up for lunch." // "I hope your classes haven't been too draining today. Remember to eat and stay hydrated!" // "I miss you, pretty girl. Would you mind if I stopped by for a moment to see you?" // "You just continue to take my breath away."

older gf! caitlyn loves to spoil you by randomly sending you money, screenshots of purchases she got for you, or secret gifts that pop up in front of your door. she doesn't think twice when she sends you money or spends money on you, it's so casual for her to care for you in this way. but, it was, and still is an adjustment to openly accept the large quantities of money she sends to your bank account : "Don't worry about it, darling. You deserve it with all your hard work." // "Got you a little gift. X" // "Spoil yourself for me while I'm away on this conference." // "Look outside your door." // "I have your rent covered for this month, love." // "Treat you and your friends to a dinner."

you love to see how you're rubbing off on her in the way she text. she isn't adapting all of your short abbreviations for words and sayings, but she had adapted the use of you "Adorable emoji faces." as caitlyn calls them, even though you try to tell her they aren't even emojis : "Going to be picking you up in a couple of hours. Can't wait to spend the weekend with you. :D" // "But you could also do homework at my place. ;)" // "The office loved those brownies you baked! You're such a sweetheart. <3" // "Work? >:( I told you I'd take care of you. No need for you to worry your pretty little head about anything."

and when you try to send her suggestive text and decide to be risky on her phone, on her internet, older gf! caitlyn is quick to put you in your place : "Don't start something you can't finish." // "You're being a little minx today, aren't you?" // "Mhm. You're too cute when you're needy." // "Where'd my good girl go, and why has she been replaced with a brat instead?" // "A please could get you a long way."

. . . as much as you tease older gf! caitlyn on being "so old" and "texting like an old lady" you find all her efforts at keeping up with you (and even correcting you) heartwarming.

[icedemi]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 !

˒ 🍥 ៸៸ feat : junichiro , dazai , fukuzawa !

cw : cumplay. mentions of ; pregnancy??. unprotected sex, cum eating ; ( junichiro ) fem! implied reader ( mentions of cunt ) NOT proofread . NSFW below the cut . MDNI... !! 🎀

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junichiro ;

poor baby didn't even notice the condom broke until you gave him the"seriously?" look, he swears he didn't mean it !

immediately pulls out and watches his essence seep out of you in embarrassment..

" s-shit m'sorry sweetheart... want me to draw you a bath? " he shyly offered as he kissed your inner thighs.

a devilish smirk appeared on your face , one thing leads to another and suddenly . . .

junichiro is a whimpering mess eating his cum out of your leaking hole ??

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dazai ;

this shitbag 100% came inside on purpose ! can you blame him though..? the way you were clenching around his thick cock is enough to drive him crazy..

he swears he was "hypnotized" by the feeling of your sweet cunt he couldn't stop himself, he promises he's sorry and it won't happen again ! (it'll happen again..)

he slowly inserts his long slender and fuck, veiny fingers into the depths of your cunt, collecting all of his warm seed.

" open up 'donna, c'mon it's good for you ! s'full of my sweet delicious nutrients.. "

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fukuzawa ;

as you were bent over his desk taking his thick length, you whine at the sudden empty feeling..

turning your head, you see fukuzawa had pulled out and is throwing away the broken semi-filled condom.

" 'zawa..? is everything okay? "

"condom broke.."

"seriously?! that's the third time this week ! "

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :

🖋️ // hiya everyone ! i kinda rushed this one since i hadn't posted in over a month, took a mental health break + a bit of revamping!!

got lazy towards the end.. (sorry fukuzawa lovers!) ive had like NO motivation and id love for you ppl to send me requests and thirsts...!!!! PLS 🫶🫶 askbox is always open 🎀

©icedemi 2024 don't steal, translate, re-upload etc. reblogs r appreciated! 💌

[hyuneskkami]

hi hi hi can i please get a percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite reader?? basically she’s all about the love part of Aphrodite and she’s talking about it constantly and he’s her friend and kinda realises like oh wait i’m in love w her

does that make sense?? also can i get a moodboard w it?? <33

thank you and ily!

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ BROOKLYN BABY .ᐟ

⤷ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . y/n constantly yaps about the idea of love to her best friend, percy, and he realises he has feelings for her. (annie’s y/n’s close friend too! i’m too nice to make her an angry b </3) also!! y/n has brown eyes solely bc brown eyes are pretty asf and not talked about enough <3 + ft. best friends to lovers, minor gods dissing (like one time), y/n reading the cruel prince (not directly mentioned), percy having an ‘uh oh, i’m in love’ moment, and a book bouquet. p.s. moodboard at the end!

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.4k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjdkw 1/8 asks complete lmao. this req was so cute!! I love reading the ‘moment of realisation’ dialogues in books, but it was especially fun to write it for the first time. it was a little weird to write only bc i’m a cabin 3 kid irl but it’s okay 😭 for the sake of a fluffy fic, I powered through, guys <3

2 years ago . . .

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“some kid killed a minotaur!” a hermes cabin demigod yelled from near the dining pavilion. glancing up from our glasses of soda, annabeth and I turned towards the voice. “he’s a new one!”

we looked at each other, wondering which god couldn’t keep it in their pants again.

suddenly, a few apollo kids ran out from the infirmary towards the arch near thalia’s tree.

“the new kid’s probably clumsy,” annabeth said.

“he killed a minotaur,” I shot back.

“hey, you can be dumb and strong at the same time.”

“uh huh. whose child do you think he is? I bet it’s one of the big three.” I said.

“no way, they have a pact, remember-”

“do you really think they actually follow that, annie?” I snickered at her.

in a while, an unconscious boy about their age was carried into the infirmary. I only caught sight of his black hair, and dishevelled and bloody look. I decided to visit him the next day to check up on his condition.

the rest of the day was spent reading in my cabin, while my sisters tried new makeup products on our brother, which was quite funny, really.

throughout the next week, I left the warmth of my bed to visit the new kid—percy jackson—in the infirmary. he had begun to regain consciousness.

“who are you?” he asked, sharply inhaling a breath.

“oh, hey,” I smiled at him. “i’m y/n y/l/n. daughter of aphrodite.”

“right. daughter of aphrodite. a goddess,” he repeated slowly.

I realised that no one had explained about camp half-blood to him yet, and took that job upon myself after calling out for will and letting him know that his patient was awake.

“so, there’s gods and goddesses. and monsters. and everything in the greek myths you were taught? they’re all real. at camp half-blood, we��re all demigods—the children of a god or goddess and a mortal.” I continued to explain to him how the demigod world worked, remembering to talk about the mist, the gods, the cabins, and everything else.

I expected him to not believe me, and call me names (like the other new campers) for lying, but he took it like a champ. he nodded at me, sitting up properly, and asked for something so his arm would stop paining. I immediately got will to help him.

the next week, when I was out by the beach, reading my romance novel about a mortal girl and a faerie prince falling in love after being enemies, I heard sand shifting around behind me.

“who-” I turned around.

“hey, y/n, right?” percy asked, walking closer.

“ah, you remember,” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“well, yeah. you’re really just the only person who has spoken to me normally… and not like I was some intimidating and scary… thing,” he said, running his hands through his already dishevelled hair.

“come, sit down.” I patted the sand beside me. he took his place there, sitting down with his legs criss-crossed.

“what are you reading?” he asked.

I explained to him the plot, setting, characters, and everything about the book I was reading for the next few hours.

we sat there till dusk, watching the sun set into pretty hues of pink, purple, and orange.

“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

“yeah, it is.” I replied to her, eyes fixed on her side profile.

wow. she’s so beautiful.

timeskip: present

“perce!” y/n called loudly, running towards me.

“heyyyy! n/n, you’re back! how was the quest? did you get hurt or anything?” I asked, hugging her, and then moving back to scan her for injuries.

“i’m fine, perce, all good. I got will to check me out and he cleared me,” she said, grinning. her face was swiped with dirt and grime, but she still looked like she was an ethereal princess who walked out of one of her books. “what? have I got a lot of dirt on my face?”

“nah, you’re cool. ‘s pretty.” I said, and she laughed—my favourite sound in the entire world. “and anyway, you need to change out of these clothes and meet me outside your cabin. I have something for you.”

“what is it?”

“that’s a surprise-”

“I hate surprises.”

“you’ll like this one,” I winked at her, as she laughed again.

timeskip

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

I changed into casual loose sweatpants and a shirt since it was summer.

ah, summer. one of most romantic seasons ever. the breeze whipping around a girl’s hair, as a boy runs towards her with flowers. the sunlight falling onto their faces as they share a kiss. watching the sun set in pretty shades everyday with each other. that was summer.

everything about it reminded me of percy. watching sunsets, seeing the sunlight fall on his face after he gets out of the water. the flowers, now dry, that he gifted me for every special occasion.

it was hard to admit that I liked him more than I would like any friend. i’d never picked up any hints from him, that might’ve signalled that he liked me, no matter how many of my siblings told me he did.

all friends hold hands, right? and all good friends wish each other a good morning and good night everyday. what was so special? the flowers?

“hey, n/n!” percy’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. he was dressed in loose shorts and a hawaii button up, and my gods, he looked so gorgeous.

“perce! at least tell me where we’re going now,” I groaned.

“nuh-uh. a surprise is a surprise.” he brought out a blindfold and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “put it on. i’ll take you there.”

“I swear to gods, if this turns out to be a prank-”

“shh, it won’t. now put it on,” he promised.

I walked closer to him and put on the blindfold, and he turned me around a few times to make sure I wouldn’t figure out where we’re going. I scoffed at his childish actions.

as he was standing behind me, I felt his warmth on my back. he took my arms at my side and urged me to walk ahead.

he manoeuvred me in different directions and finally stopped after a while.

“you ready, princess?” he asked. the nickname did something to cause butterflies in my stomach.

“yeah,” I whispered.

he took off the blindfold, and it was too bright for a second. I shielded my eyes and groaned, before letting them adjust to the harsh sunlight.

I looked around and saw a huge, fluffy blanket laid down on the grass of the fields. a basket with food was set in one corner and a bouquet in the centre.

specifically, a book bouquet.

“PERCY, HOW DID YO-”

“surprise,” he grinned, as I turned around and hugged him. he’d always given me gifts when I returned from quests, but this was, by far, the best.

“how’d you know all my favourites?” I asked, looking at the 10 romance novels on the blanket.

“oh, annie helped,” he said enthusiastically. “should we sit down and start eating? you can tell me all about the people in your books, and why you like romance books especially, yeah?”

smiling, we sat down on the blankets, and ate away with no care in the world.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

as she talked about her books for the next few hours, I could only think about how beautiful her brown eyes were, especially when the sunlight hit them at the correct angle. how soft her lips looked as her mouth moved at a faster pace than her thoughts. how perfect her cheeks were, smiling wide. how amazing she was. how smart and beautiful she was.

when did my feelings of friendship turn into love, for her?

as she continued to speak of the love between her favourite characters, I noticed her longing for a similar love. I could give that to her, couldn’t I?

wait. what? what am I even thinking? y/n’s my best friend.

“love is everywhere, in every gesture, every glance. it’s the thread that binds us together, connecting hearts across time and space,” she said.

and at that moment, I knew I was done for.

I was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite — the love like in her books <3

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[ynnova]

~caught~~~ for the tag game :3 excited to see what you do with that scenario

' GLIMPSES OF THE PAST ' ask game // caught 📼

caught – for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't.

time period . 2019 | wc . 1.2k | tw . language, a sexual joke, invasion of privacy, somewhat angst ending

hongjoong had been acting... strange. well, more strange than what's usual for him if you're being honest.

he had also been avoiding you, which is something he has never really done before. and honestly it’s starting to affect you in ways you didn't realize it before.

you assume he's just stressed about the upcoming comeback. his eyes never leaving his laptop, headphones on 24/7, and you were pretty sure everyone else in the dorm could hear seonghwa scolding him more than hongjoong did.

"what do you think hongjoong's been working on?" wooyoung asks one night while you and him are piled in his bed watching a movie.

"what are you talking about?" you ask, only half paying attention to what he is saying, eyes focused on the movie in front of you.

"on his laptop! he's been on it more than usual, think he's working on a secret project?" he pegs, making you sit up a little in order to look at your boyfriend.

"secret project?" you echo and he nods, sitting up as well.

"i mean... aren't you a little curious about what he's working on? not letting any of us see it," he says and you think about how wooyoung is kind of making a point.

"i guess... but is it really any of our business on what he's working on?"

"damn, didn't know you had such a boner for him," wooyoung jokes with a laugh making you roll your eyes as you shove him away from you. "awe, come on, babe, don't be like that. hyung is super handsome, i don't blame me, he gives me one too," wooyoung teases, wrapping his arms around you.

"whatever," you say with an annoyed tone that both of you know is fake. wooyoung smiles at you, kissing your cheek before you both seemingly let the conversation die as you both fall back into watching the movie.

you don't think about hongjoong's 'secret project' until a week later when you are in the recording studio with him and eden. you were the last one to record your lines, the others having finished and doing... whatever. you were sitting on the couch, patiently waiting your turn and looking over your lines. that's when your eyes drifted to hongjoong's laptop that was open. a singular folder titled 'y/n' with several files in it.

wait a minute.

why did that folder have your name on it?

your eyes went from hongjoong's laptop to the male himself who was sitting there talking to eden about the lines that had already been recorded. eden lets out a sigh before he's turning in his seat and standing up.

"we'll be right back, y/n, and then we'll start your recording," eden says and you nod your head watching as him and hongjoong leave the room.

leaving you alone... with hongjoong's laptop.

you know its wrong. you know you shouldn't, but you can't help figure out why he has a whole folder titled with your name.

so you move over to where you can better access his laptop, eyes darting to door, knowing that hongjoong could come back any minute. you gotta be fast.

they were all songs. several of them by the looks of it, all them untitled however. damn. was he writing songs about you? you felt your heart picking up at the thought of hongjoong – the guy you've had a crush on for several years now, writing not one, but several songs about you.

licking your lips, you clicked on the first file. letting it open the music software that hongjoong used when making songs, you noticed his headphones laying on the table and decided to pick them up. placing them on your ears, you clicked play and allowed the song to begin.

you are immediately greeted with hongjoong's voice, he's talking to you, addressing you personally.

"hey, y/n, this feels a little silly to be doing, but i don't know how else to tell you how i feel. i think," he takes a pause, "i've been feeling this special way about you for a while now. i've always admired how you work, so dedicated. i'm glad to have you as a member of ateez... as my... friend. you're someone i cherish," he says with a laugh. "i'm recording this in the middle of the night, its about two in the morning right now, and i know i should be sleeping, but i just can't."

you can imagine him sitting alone in his studio, mic pressed to his lips as he speaks into it, recording his thoughts. he probably has sleep-bags underneath his eyes, lips pouting and a hair slightly tossed from him running his fingers through it all night.

"i can't sleep when you're always on my mind. when i think you've made me fall in love with you... i think i love you, y/n. but i'm afraid to confess to you directly. i know... you're dating san, yunho, and wooyoung – i'm happy for you, but i also want to be someone you can love like that. someone you can call a lover and not just a captain." he lets out a sigh before he continues. "i think i'm jealous of our members, honestly. i can't tell you everything i feel in fear of you not returning my feelings, so i'll just dedicate these songs to you."

the file ends and you feel like a wave of emotions have crashed over you. how long has he felt like this? how long has he kept his feelings hidden from you?

you can't help but immediately play the next file, hitting play and letting the melody of the song start before hongjoong's voice – singing this time – fills your ears. you listen as he sings, the lyrics confessing his feelings and talking about how you make him feel. you were about a minute through the song before the headphones were suddenly ripped off your head.

turning your head, you make eye contact with an angry hongjoong. face red and you can only imagine smoke coming out of his nose.

"what the hell are you doing?" hongjoong asks, his tone something you have never heard before, at least not directed towards you that is. you find yourself opening and closing your mouth, but nothing coming out.

you watch as his eyes go to his laptop screen, he takes in what you had been listening to before he looks back at you in complete horror. "what have you done?" he asks in total disbelief.

"i-i- hongjoong– i," you stumble over your words, not knowing what to say.

"i can't believe you went through my stuff? you had no fucking right to do that, y/n!" he says, as he reaches over to pull his laptop towards himself, away from you.

"i-i'm sorry, hongjoong, i was just... i saw it had my name and–

"so you think that gave you a right to look at my stuff!?" he cuts off, voice loud and full of shock.

"hongjoong, can we– can we please talk about this?"

"talk about what? the fact you invaded my privacy, my feelings? fuck, what do you want me to say when you know how i feel already!"

"but do you know how i feel?"

he pauses, taking a step away before turning his back to you. "no," he breathes out, "i don't want to know anymore... in fact, i think i hate you more than anything right now. i think it's best if you don't speak to me for a while."

you're then left alone in the recording studio, heart feeling broken and tears running down your face. you really fucked up this time.

[selysie]

I discovered yandex..

new resources added to my collection! /silly

[hwaflms]

i'm ngl i was reading happy now but fell asleep midway and had the craziest dream abt jaehyun (...pornstar!jh don't ask, but your thoughts are very welcome, if you'd so graciously provide them 🙏), thank you for this blessing of a fic, i'm gonna go back to finishing it :3

UR SO SWEET??? thank you sm i hope you enjoyed it :(

and omg anon ur on to smth with pornstar!jae i NEED to hear abt ur dream hold on……..,

im thinking about pornstar!jae who knows he’s got a huge cock and acts like it too. no one has ever made a single complaint about working with him because he’s just too good at what he does; he knows just how to use his mouth, knows all the right dirty little things to whisper in her ear, never cums first.

pornstar!jae who catches you watching his latest, and is surprised that innocent little you seems to be enjoying watching him fuck a woman senseless on a kitchen counter, blushing as you keep your volume low at sounds of their pleasure.

pornstar!jae who jerked off to the thought for the first time in a long while, picturing your hand stuffed in your panties while you touched yourself to him, wishing it was you underneath him instead. being the little shit he is, he makes a number of allusions to the incident, driving you mad because you’re not sure whether he knows or not.

pornstar!jae who finally confesses he wants to fuck you in the most casual manner, stroking your bright red cheek with a thumb slowly. you can only imagine his surprise when you shyly ask whether you can make a lil movie out of it, all his thoughts shooting straight down to his cock.

pornstar!jae who has you bent over his balcony railing, drilling into you long and hard, a hand slapped over your mouth to not wake the neighbours. he has your dress bunched up over your breasts, watching them jiggle with each hard thrust, positioning you so you’re facing the lens of the camera. he gives you exactly what you wanted and more, and with each coo of “dirty girl” and each slip of his fingers into your mouth, your moans sound even more pornographic than those of the women he fucked on screen. you’ve already come all over his mouth, but he’s absolutely relentless as he slips a hand around you to rub fast circles on to your throbbing clit.

pornstar!jae who downloads and saves the video on to his ‘favourites’ album, knowing that would be the only thing he’d watch for the next couple months. he knows it would do numbers if he posted it but he wants it to be ‘his special lil secret’, even thought you both know there would be more to come.

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[elicypher]

Very respectfully requesting William J Moriarty x reader with food play. Write whatever gender you want, whatever format you feel more comfy with, but I'd like reader to be afab

With lots of love

-☎️

- i tried doing research on this but it was always so over the top or nothing at all, lmao. so i hope this can be a balance of it and what you were expecting, anon :)

- food play, fingering, mention of cunillingus, william james moriarty x reader

the glow of the candelabras bathed the dining room in gold, and the soft crackle of the fireplace was the only thing filling the silence other than your bated breath—quiet yet irregular. dinner had long been eaten, the plates cleared away—leaving only a tray of fresh strawberries and a pot of melted chocolate.

william's eyes gleamed with something other than just mischief—something darker and intense. a mixture of desire and lust.

the only thing left to have, in the end, was dessert.

his crimson gaze settled on you, unflinching, as he dipped his slender, long fingers into the chocolate—coating them with decadent, molten sweetness. his lips further quirked up when he commanded, his tone a husky, low baritone, "open."

you felt so very vulnerable, atop this dinner table, bare and embarrassed. your breath hitched when his hand lingered at your chin, tipping it up before he slid two chocolate dripping fingers into your mouth. the taste exploded on your tongue as you closed your lips around him. a shaky breath left him.

"good," he murmured, watching you intently. "now clean them for me." your cheeks burned, but you complied—your tongue flicking against his fingers, savoring the sweetness from them.

the deliberate motion of your tongue made a low hum of approval escape his mouth. he pulled his now chocolate free hands back with a pop. "i must admit," he began, his voice low and smooth. "there's a certain charm to seeing you like this."

you flushed red at the way he stared at you, fiddling with your fingers. "....and how am i, exactly?"

"tempting."

the word hung in the air, sending a shiver down of pleasure down your spine. it was almost pathetic, the way your body would respond so intensely at mere words from him. he lifted a ripe strawberry from the dessert platter, and dipped it into the pot of melted chocolate. william then whispered, "may i?"

you nodded, your lips parting slightly. william leaned closer—tracing the chocolate dripping strawberry from your neck to your chest. each movement made you clench, arousal pooling at your legs. and william's tongue followed soon after, tasting and licking the trail of chocolate he left behind on your skin.

first the neck, your collarbone, the valley of your breasts, the curve of your stomach—so slow and so tenderly, he nursed them all with his tongue, deliberate licks making you tremble. eventually, he put the strawberry between your lips, asking you to "take a bite" before he stole it from your mouth.

"oh" you gasped quietly when william's lips closed around your nipple, the heat and pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through you. his untouched hand slid lower, tracing over your hip, before snaking in past your thighs—spreading them apart.

"already so eager, are you?" he muttered against one of your breasts, low and dark, sending a vibration through your skin. he could feel how wet you were on his fingers, feathery touches against your slit—it amused him, and to an extent, made him proud at how you caved in so easily at a few touches from him.

"william.." you pleaded needily, quiet—but just enough to hear, your desire hooded eyes staring up at him with a lustful haze.

"i know, darling." he whispered before obliging to your needs. his fingers found your clit, teasing and circling as his mouth continued it's ministrations on your chest. your moans filled the room, and you could feel his smirk against your skin, clearly pleased by your reaction. "do you like being my dessert?"

"god," you gasped, nodding feverishly. "yes, yes i do."

william's movements grew even further deliberate, his middle and ring finger now sliding inside the ring of muscles, it being fairly easy with how wet you already were. his other hand continued to work your sensitive bundle of nerves.

the sensations had you overwhelmed and moaning—his mouth, his hands—the sheer intensity of the pleasure he could induce driving you to the edge. "that's it.." he murmured huskily.

your eyes screw shut, mewling noises escaping you while your hands clutching at his shoulders as if your very life depended on it. the only other sounds that left your body was the squelching between your legs, and the whimpers of his name.

"good girl," he whispered, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. "you're doing so well... good job, darling."

you knew you were about to orgasm, and he knew too—the tremors in your legs were an obvious indicator, along with your now hitches breath, that seemed to quicken it's pace every second. "come on, pretty," william whispered. "let go for me."

and there it was—your release hit you like a tidal wave at his guidance. your body arched against him as he coaxed every last tremble from you. he didn't stop immediately—no, his touch and lips remained relentless while he prolonged your orgas, eventually leading you breathless and utterly spent beneath.

as your breathing slowed, he pulled back—taking his seat on the chair in front of you again. you made an attempt to get up, thinking it was over, but william pulled your legs closer to him—angling your currently oversensitive pussy to his mouth.

"you taste even better than i imagined." he said, scarlet eyes hungry for more. "won't you give me one more?"

@ELICYYPHER — do not retranslate, repost or plagiarize.

[luvielie]

ok agora mandando o link certo 🙏🏻 pfvrrrrr divinha, se possível e se for do seu agrado, eu iria amar ouvir seus pensamentos pensantes sobre esses dois 🥺

releva o errado eu sou meio lesa às vezes SHDSJSOSBAOABSOSNB um beijo pra ti mwah mwah 🎀💋

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKK sem problemas, bestie, eu dou várias dessa tbm

warnings: corruption kink (kinda?), dubcon, double penetration, nipple play, oral [f and m receiving], face sitting, dirty talk etc etc etc (não tenho controle sobre o que isso se tornou)

ok, para esse cenário eu imaginei a reader sendo uma garotinha bem bobinha, um pouco ingênua, ali no comecinho dos seus vinte anos e recém-completados. eles três se conheceram em uma peça que estavam fazendo juntos, seu primeiro grande papel, e acabaram ficando bem amigos, do tipo próximos mesmo, porque os dois te acolheram como se você fosse uma gatinha perdida, cuidando de você, te ajudando em tudo que você precisasse e, por serem atores mais experientes, te dando vários conselhos e dicas muito úteis para usar no palco, bem como fora dele.

enfim. em uma noite qualquer, após o ensaio, todo o elenco e a equipe de produção se juntam numa conversa descontraída enquanto arrumam a bagunça e se preparam para ir embora. você não saberia dizer como, mas o assunto acabou chegando no tópico sexo, mais especificamente algo que nunca fizeram na cama (ou fora dela) e morrem de vontade de experimentar. você fica só ouvindo as libertinagens quietinha, meio que no cantinho do camarim compartilhado, escondidinha, torcendo para ninguém te perceber, porém, não consegue escapar por muito tempo: uma das atrizes leva a atenção para você, perguntando o seu fetiche, e ficam todos os pares de olhos assim 👀👀👀 esperando pela sua resposta.

você fica morrendo de vergonha, toda coradinha e nervosa, sem saber o que falar, suando frio, e demorando horrores pra conseguir soltar um "acho que threesome" num gaguejo fraquinho, quase inaudível, mas que atingiu os ouvidos certos. quase que imediatamente ao te ouvir, enzo e fernando se encaram, num misto de surpresa e cumplicidade, só para confirmar que as duas cabeças (ou, melhor, as quatro) estavam maquinando sobre a mesma coisa.

conversa vai, conversa vem, vocês três finalmente vão embora juntos, no carro de fernando (não sei se ele dirige, vamos imaginar que sim), porque moram todos no mesmo prédio. a viagem quase toda foi um completo silêncio, exceto pela música baixinha que tocava no rádio, até o argentino soltar uma risadinha de escárnio, balançando a cabeça para os dois lados. "threesome, hm? quem imaginaria...", fala, descrente, fazendo enzo rir junto, mais suave. e você, uma pobre coitada, já quer morrer de constrangimento, o rostinho queimando e o corpo se afundando no estofado de couro, praticamente se fundindo ao material negro, e chega a cogitar se seria muito dramático se atirar do carro em movimento, igual aquela cena de lady bird.

"me pergunto de onde ela tira essas ideias", o uruguaio suspira, num tom de pai decepcionado. "é isso que você faz, nena, trancada no seu quarto? fica assistindo desconhecidas sendo comidas por dois caras ao mesmo tempo, imaginando que é você no lugar delas?”, eles te olham pelo retrovisor, achando a coisinha mais fofa você toda encolhidinha e tímida, se negando a responder a pergunta.

já no elevador, você, na frente pois desce primeiro, sente o ar pesando dentro do cubículo metálico, te envolvendo em uma tensão tão palpável que poderia ser cortada a faca. sabia que os pares de olhos estavam cravados nas suas costas, queimando a pele coberta, e se pega praticamente rezando pro seu andar chegar logo e poder respirar livremente. porém, tão focada nos números brilhando no visor que indica o andar, mal notou os dois homens se aproximando, sorrateiros igual dois leões cercando uma presa, reduzindo seu espaço pessoal a nada ao te empurrar delicadamente de encontro a parede gélida.

“achei que a gente tinha te dito que você poderia nos pedir ajuda pra qualquer coisa que precisasse”, enzo diz, ressentido, a mão virando seu rostinho nervoso para que o olhasse nos olhos.

“e, quando dissemos qualquer coisa, era qualquer coisa mesmo.”, fer pontua, firme.

quando viu, estava sendo amassada em um sanduíche apertado, fer na frente e enzo atrás, te fazendo sentir cada pedacinho dos corpos robustos, fortes, te tocando, pressionando, te jogando para lá e para cá igual uma bonequinha de pano. o argentino, mais novo, era mais ansioso, pouco delicado, marcava a clavícula com mordidas e chupões, enquanto o uruguaio, por ser mais velho e experiente, era mais calmo, tranquilo, beijava e lambia carinhosamente a nuca, fazendo sua cabecinha girar com as dinâmicas completamente opostas, sem saber no que se concentrar direito.

suspirou afetada com os pares de mão percorrendo todo seu corpinho arrepiado, duas se concentrando nos peitos cobertos pelo cropped, sem sutiã, alcançando os biquinhos tesos, e duas invadindo sua saia jeans, apertando energeticamente sua bunda, praticamente toda descoberta pela calcinha minúscula. você fechou os olhinhos, fraca, a mente enuviada com tantas sensações novas criando um caos em seus neurônios.

(vamos fingir que tem uma baita transição aqui, eles levando ela pro apartamento do enzo, tirando a roupa e blablabla pq já tá enorme e ainda tem mais coisa pra desenvolver)

enzo deitou recostado na cabeceira da cama e bateu nas pernas, te chamando para sentar ali. puxou a face vermelhinha com delicadeza, te beijando com amor e desejo, e você gemeu contra a boca dele ao perceber a cabecinha do pau de fernando batendo na sua entradinha apertada, penetrando-lhe firmemente, nem precisando de muito para que você alcançasse o primeiro orgasmo da noite, e despejando-se em você logo em seguida.

sem nem ter tempo de respirar direito ou se recuperar da onda de prazer, já se vê sendo girada em cima do corpo de enzo, ficando de quatro, os joelhos abertos para comportar o tronco amplo do uruguaio entre eles e as mãozinhas apoiadas nas coxas grossas dele.

tomou um susto ao sentir as palmas grandes do homem abaixo na sua barriga, te puxando mais para trás. buscou os olhos enegrecidos de luxúria do contigiani, que pacientemente bombeava o membro ainda teso com a destra. ele sorriu para você, “seja boazinha e fica paradinha, ok?”, pediu.

o que seria impossível, principalmente quando a língua quente de enzo percorreu toda a extensão da sua bucetinha recheada, lambendo cada dobrinha sensível, sugando gotinha por gotinha dos fluídos misturados e afundando o nariz grande em toda sua umidade. você fincou as unhas curtas nos músculos sobre as palmas, apertando com força para tentar sustentar o peso nos braços trêmulos e quase gritou ao sentir o rosto masculino se prensando ainda mais fundo no seu sexo, mordiscando levemente o pontinho de nervos inchado e pulsante, todavia, foi imediatamente calada pelo falo latejante do argentino, que aproveitou a deixa para se empurrar por inteiro para dentro da cavidade molhada, te causando um engasgo, os olhos ardendo com as lágrimas que embaçavam a vista.

o quarto virou uma desordem de sons: os gemidos altos de fernando, seus grunhidos abafados pelo pau que pulsava sobre sua língua e o barulho indecente que enzo produzia ao chupar com força seus lábios sensibilizados.

“você quer o cuzinho?”, a voz melodiosa de fernando soou abafada em seus tímpanos, mas ele não falava com você. arregalou os olhinhos, assustada, ouvindo a confirmação de enzo com um desespero queimando no peito, misturado a falta de ar. o argentino te encarou com deboche: “não vai ficar medrosinha agora, né?”, provocou, movendo o quadril para frente para que você o engolisse mais fundo, calando sua insegurança com uma jatada volumosa de gozo.

agora deitadinha com as costas apoiadas no peito de enzo, não conseguia mais pronunciar um som que não fossem os gemidinhos incoerentes que vez ou outra soprava entre os dentes, convertida em uma bagunça de suor, lágrimas e porra, que escorria em gotas grossas pelos cantinhos da sua boca escancarada. observou fernando vasculhar as gavetas da cômoda ao lado da cama até encontrar um tubinho branco e azul, que você reconheceu de cara. se arrepiou ao sentir o fio gosmento e gélido escorrer por todo seu sexo, o homem esfregando os dígitos longos para espalhar o líquido transparente pelas suas duas entradinhas. o argentino não esperou para se afundar, novamente, na bucetinha agora já acostumada a recebê-lo, mas enzo te deu um tempinho para respirar, acariciando sua cintura e beijando a pele delicada do seu ombro.

“tudo bem?”, quis confirmar, a cabecinha do pau, até então negligenciado, se posicionando no buraquinho rugoso. você balançou a cabeça em uma afirmação ainda incerta, se arqueando toda com o membro grosso se enfiando dentro da entrada virgem, esticando-a lentamente, o rosto todo contorcendo-se em uma expressão incomodada. fer se abaixou o pouquinho e abocanhou seu seio direito, chupando a auréola sensível com gana, e arrastou a mão grande para o outro, massageando-o, prendendo o biquinho entre o polegar e o indicador e girando-o suavemente, numa tentativa de te distrair do desconforto.

quando você se acostumasse com a sensação, te comeriam daquele jeitinho, com força, ritmando as estocadas para você senti-los direitinho na mesma intensidade, até que se esvaziassem completamente dentro de você, te preenchendo inteira.

além disso, antes de te deixarem descansar, vão fazer questão de te comer mais uma vezinha daquele jeito, mais lentinho, invertendo as posições: dessa vez, o vogrincic virá por baixo, descansando seu rostinho suado no peito dele, e fernando virá por cima, fazendo questão de desferir alguns tapas na sua bundinha empinada e rindo, divertindo-se ao ver você se tremer todinha com o contato mais agressivo. eles se posicionariam novamente nas suas entradinhas doloridas, entrando devagarzinho pra não te machucar muito, e empurrando o gozo um do outro bem fundinho dentro de você, garantindo que as essências ficassem marcadas em seu interior por dias.

“é realmente impossível conhecer as pessoas totalmente, né?”, fer ri, cansado, no fio de voz que restou.

enzo concorda, “você olha esse rostinho de garotinha inocente e nem imagina que por baixo tem uma putinha suja que ama ficar toda entupidinha de porra.”

[stqrgirl3]

intro post!<3

✯ star/rika ✯ she/her (?) ✯ slytherin ✯queer

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆ ｡°✩

mutuals list <3 ∘ reading list ∘ moodboard acc ∘ abt me<3

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[silkjade]

♡

[tetzoro]

zoro nipple sensitivity from 1-10 (10 being the highest)? 🎤

TEN.

^ that’s not dramatic enough for me but we’ll make do. i think he has very sensitive nipples but you wouldn’t think it bc of the way his tits are always out. they have some resilience ofc otherwise the wind would brush upon them mid fight and who knows what would happen. (so truthfully, maybe a 9)

but when you’re alone and tucked away in the crows nest, he gives into the sensation and lets himself be vulnerable and sensitive and yeah he can come untouched 🙂‍↕️🤝

[hyuneskkami]

hi! your writing style is so cute!!! <3

could I request for a jason x sister!reader fluff? maybe a holiday theme oneshot at camp ft. leo's silly little dialogues of course 💞

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ LIKE WE JUST MET .ᐟ

⤷ platonic!multiple x daughter of zeus!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . jason grace’s sister!reader and tooth rotting fluff ft. jason (ofc), leo and his adorable dialogues, just fluff basically, christmas party, and a fun day out for the demigods. ft. y/n saying a few words here and there in french, princess passenger!leo again <3, sugar crashed!leo, matching lightning mcqueen pjs for y/n & jace. alsoalso jason’s weatherman nickname inspired by this post.

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n — your name | n/n — nickname | r/n — random name | ‘merde’: shit | ‘mon amour’: my love

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.5k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . uhajshwkjs this request is everything! tysm anon, bc I miss winter sm 😭 this was the perfect way to get over my summer depression fr <3 hope you like it!

“rise and shine, my lovely buffalos!” clarisse’s voice rang loudly.

“stop, no,” jason groaned from the opposite side of the room, grabbing a pillow to cover his ears.

“I love you, but it’s christmas eve. let us sleep in, clarisse! even jace wants to!” I yelled.

I cracked an eye open, and sunlight filtered through the now-open door as clarisse walked in, her hand intertwined with a sleepy chris’.

“oh, the light, i’m going to go blind, merde-” I rambled and picked up a pillow, throwing it in the general area of the cabin’s door. a thwap sounded as clarisse caught the pillow before it maimed chris.

“man, wake up, where’s the christmas cheer, yeah?” chris said, extremely unenthusiastically.

“you’re half asleep, dude. let me sleep,” jason mumbled.

“yeah, we all know clarisse dragged you here-” suddenly, my blanket was yanked off my body as I muttered a string of curse words. “nooooooo, my lovely and warm blanket-”

a squeal sounded from jason’s side of the room and I sat up on my bed to see him blanket-less as well. satisfied that I wasn’t the only one who was being annoyed by the two lovebirds, I grinned.

“you know, this is the first time you didn’t wake up the second your clock hit 5 in the morning,” I chuckled at jason.

before he could reply, clarisse started ordering us around. “get out of your pyjamas and come around to the dining pavillion for breakfast at 8.”

she glanced at jason’s and mine matching lightning mcqueen pyjamas, and grinned. chris and her walked out, leaving the door open.

“at least close the door,” I mumbled.

we disappeared into our sides of the room to get ready, and met up outside the cabin in 20 minutes.

it was absolutely serene to wake up to an almost-empty camp as it was snowing, with the harpies asleep. a butterfly landed on jason’s nose and I smiled. in that moment, it felt like nothing could disrupt the harmony of the world-

“HEY, WEATHERMAN! oh hello, lovely n/n,” leo skidded to a stop in front of us and grinned.

“morning, princess,” I said. leo and I did our handshake, as jason was still preoccupied with the butterfly.

“dude, how did you not wake up at 5? did your alarm malfunction? I can fix it for ya,” leo commented, looking at jason.

“what, i’m not allowed to wake up late?” he rolled his eyes, and started walking towards breakfast. leo and I followed him, talking about our prank war against the stoll twins and the general ongoings of camp half-blood.

we all take our seats at the hermes cabin’s table since chiron decided we should just sit at the same table because we’re only 40-ish campers, as compared to the usual 150 or more.

jason talks with clarisse for a while as leo and I engage in conversation with connor and travis, as we wait for the food. when everything we could ever want for breakfast turns up in our plates, we collectively get up and make a line to offer some food to the gods. I drop in a portion of my french fries and some vegetables I didn’t want.

“good luck receiving burnt vegetables, my dudes on olympus,” leo said, looking at me dropping some broccoli into the pyre, making me roll my eyes.

as we ate, chiron walked trotted in and took his seat at the head of the table, as mr. d echoed his actions on the other side.

“merry christmas eve, kids,” chiron said. “we have an announcement to make.”

we stopped talking between ourselves and turned towards chiron.

“as you all know, most of our campers have left camp to visit their families for the winter,” chiron said, as we all nodded along.

“and in lieu of the small number of you left in camp, we wanted to let you know that we are giving you pesky kids permission to have a ‘party’ for christmas.” mr. d continued. “and as a bonus, for gods know what reason, chiron asked to send any four of you to the mortal world to buy some decorations, or whatever, and anything else you might need.”

chatter broke out at the news of camp’s first ever christmas party.

“no alcoholic drinks will be permitted, unfortunately,” mr. d remarked sadly, which no one bothered to hear.

by the end of breakfast, we were all talking about the things we’d need for the party, and I began making a list. after an hour of begging, chiron decided that jason, leo, travis, and I (or as mr. d called us: “lee, jackson, tyler, and r/n”) could go to buy decorations and food ingredients. he gave us a few american dollars, and told us to eat something with any remaining money. he also pulled jason and me aside, asking us to look after the other two.

we piled into the camp car with travis driving, and leo beside him. ever the passenger princess, he put on his sunglasses, turned up the radio, and started singing to some pop music.

in about half an hour, we reached a store called 7-eleven (“but why would you name a shopping centre in numbers?” leo had asked us the last time we’d been there) and walked into the store, the sound of the bell resonating behind us.

we split into each of the four aisles for food, use-and-throw cutlery, decorations, and board & card games.

I finished picking out the decorations first and met up with jason, who got lots of food, near the cashier.

“ooh, percy, hazel and nico would’ve loved the cocoa and marshmallows,” I said to jason, peeping into his basket.

“yeah. and frank, will and annie would’ve loved to help you put up all those streamers and everything,” he said.

I realised that it was the first time we were spending christmas without them.

“why do you guys look like someone ran over your favourite stuffed toy? it’s christmas eve, guys! cheer up!” travis said, slapping jason’s back.

leo joined us too, suddenly smacking my shoulder as well, earning himself a glare from jason.

jason and I scanned travis and leo’s baskets to make sure they didn’t get anything extra. satisfied, jason grabbed all four baskets and made small talk with the cashier about a football game till the billing finished.

“shotgun!” leo called, as soon as we got our receipt, and he ran away along with travis to get into the car. I chuckled and took two of the four bags from jason.

from the store, we drove to a cafe for some coffee and bagels before getting back to camp.

timeskip

by half past 10, the hecate, tyche, hebe, hypnos, hera, poseidon, and hephaestus cabins had all the decorations set up, while the athena, demeter, nike, iris, and hades cabins whipped up the foods. the remaining cabins (ares, apollo, artemis, zeus, hermes, nemesis, aphrodite, and dionysus) set up the various games and logs for the campfire. chiron and mr. d chopped and dragged a tree from the woods to decorate.

we began settling down in a circle around the campfire with the decorated and well-lit christmas tree to one side. the apollo kids began singing, and the hermes kids put on their own version of a musical they called ‘hamilton’.

games were played and christmas carols were sung until we felt sleepy, and the chirping of the crickets increased. I was on my fourth cup of hot chocolate (jason said it wasn’t healthy, but whatever) and fifth packet of mini marshmallows, while leo was… passed out beside me from way more than just five cups of hot chocolate and lots of candy. typical leo valdez sugar crash.

“ay, mon amour,” I laughed at him.

beside me, jason was smiling warmly at the fire. his face was glowing in the harsh light of the campfire, making him look every part thalia’s brother.

I was a few months younger than jason, but I was at camp before he stumbled in. thalia was almost like my blood sister, always taking care of me. at this moment, everything about jason reminded me of the girl I once loved like a sister.

campers’ clocks struck 12, echoing wishes of ‘merry christmas’ throughout the camp.

“merry christmas, n/n,” jason smiled down at me.

“merry christmas, weatherman.”

“N/N!!! mErrY cHriStMaaaaaaaS!-“

“merry christmas, your honour, bad boy supreme,” I laughed at leo.

getting up from our spots on the mattresses around the campfire, everyone made their way into the hermes cabin. they had the biggest beds, and we’d all gotten our cabin’s heaters into one for more warmth.

the stolls fell onto the bed first, followed by around 10-12 campers, jason, leo and me. everyone readjusted themselves to comfort, and we were all falling asleep.

in the morning, I wouldn’t have anyone to share a miraculous christmas kiss with, but I will have many hugs to give to the boys I loved like my own brothers, and that would be enough for me any day.

bonus!

“i’m not crying, you are,” chiron said, wiping a stray tear away, looking at the huge cuddle pile in the hermes cabin. “my babies!”

mr. d scoffed at him.

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[sweetpascal]

in “just like that” could you briefly describe joel’s background and how his personality is the way it is.

and take your time with the last two chapters. i love your work so much, you are so talented.

could i give joel's character some more depth ?? OH ABSOLUTELY I COULD.

i mainly included hbo joel's personality of "don't talk, just do." the man doesn't take no for an answer. we've seen the way he brutally interrogates anybody that unfortunately winds up in his hands. hbo joel miller shoots first, asks questions later.

now, how does that entail to p!sd!joel ? well, i'm glad you asked. stepdaddy joel always had a certain hardness to him in both ways 👁️👁️. his mouth moves faster than his brain, and it's costed him lots of relationships (which is why his and your mom's relationship is on the rocky side). he's a very impatient and irrational man.

he holds a deep rooted rage within him from childhood. tommy was always in the spotlight, whereas joel was considered "the other one." which then created a need to be bigger, be stronger, be the type of person that commands eyes when he walks into a room. the rough discipline he endured followed him into adulthood. it got worse as he got older. stepdaddy joel always felt the need to wear multiple masks at once depending on the person, so he truly doesn't know who's the real him, which continuously adds on to the irrationality and aggravation he has with newcomers.

so, where do you fit into all of this ? well...

stepdaddy joel knew he had a sickness within in. often watching porn of teachers coercing their perky breasted students in tiny skirts that show off their g-strings and mainly dabbling in the taboo family category. what better way to cure this sickness than to unleash it on the one girl that checks every box ? and that's where you come in.

joel's need to control, to violate, to force. he remembers the cigarette-laced voice of his old man, "if you want something, take it."

so, that's his mentality. whatever he wants, he'll take it, even if it means by force.

[elicypher]

Ahhh im sorry I didnt see that you were only writing smut 😞!!! Do you think you could write an albert x reader smut with bodyworship, reassurance, praise, and overstimulation? Where like reader has some insecurities about their body, and these are only heightened by some nasty comments from jealous noble ladies at a party they attended with Albert. Albert notices, and melts away her worries with the pleasure and love he gives them once they return home. Could this also be written for an afab body? Also, sorry if this is too detailed, you are free to shorten this in any way!! <3

- it's alright lol, your concept was interesting though :)

- albert x f!reader, body worship, praise & reassurance, overstimulation, cunillingus, fingering.

the carriage back to the estate was silent, save for the clatter of the wheels on the cobblestone below. albert sat across from you, his emerald eyes flickering to you every few moments, concerned etched across his handsome features.

"you've been quiet," his voice was probing but soft. "is there something on your mind?" but you stared down at your gloved hands resting on your lap, murmuring a quiet "nothing."

albert didn't press on further. but by the time you'd reach the estate and the privacy of your shared bedroom—his patience eventually gave way to gentle insistence. "tell me." he cupped your face in his hands, thumbs swiping away at the tears that had begun to fall. "what did they say to you?"

you hesitated—the shame heavy in your chest. "they said that i'm not fit to be by your side." you admitted, voice trembling. "that i'm not.. beautiful enough, that my body is—" your voice broke, and you looked away from him, unable to finish.

albert's face darkened. "fools." he muttered before tilting up your chin so he could meet your eyes. "you're exquisite. and if they speak, or even think otherwise—they're blind."

"...you're just saying that." you averted your gaze.

"no," he insisted warmly. "let me prove it to you."

and before you could protest, albert's lips captured yours in a way that left no room for doubt. his hands made quick work of the laces of your gown, fabric slipping from your shoulders and pooling at your feet. you moved to cover yourself instinctively, but albert stopped you, his hands gently pulling yours away.

"don't hide from me," he murmured against the shell of your ear—making a shiver run down your spine. his gaze swept over you, drinking in every inch. "you are stunning. every part of you."

albert guided you back onto the bed, laying you down with care as he knelt between your thighs. his hands roamed your body, his touch both gentle and firm as he traced your curves. "these hips," he pressed a kiss to your side. "perfect for holding onto."

"this belly," he continued, his lips brushing over your skin. "soft, warm, irresistible." he added, his hands sliding down to grip them firmly. "and these thighs, they drive me mad." he pressed a kiss to your lips, smiling against them. "and your face, gorgeous."

his kisses grew more insistent as he moved lower, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. when his lips finally reached your pussy—he looked up at you, his emerald eyes dark with desire.

"albert.." you whimpered, your hands clutching at the sheets.

albert knelt between your thighs, his hands firm yet tender as they spread you open. his eyes locked onto yours, the intensity in them sending a jolt of anticipation through your body. "look at me.." he murmured, his voice low. "you're breathtaking."

the first swipe of his tongue was deliberate, a slow drag from your entrance to your clit that made your breath hitch. his hands gripped your thighs—not just to steady you, but to ground you in the moment—your moment—entirely focused on you.

"shit. god," you gasped, eyes widening at the pleasurable sensation between your legs. he chuckled against your clit.

"so reactive.." albert hummed. he settled into a rhythm, his tongue circling your clit with a precision that left you trembling. it wasn't hurried or frantic—it was slow, methodical, and worshipful. he wanted you to feel every flick, every swirl, to understand the care he poured into each movement.

"oh—albert.." you gasped, your hands finding their way to his hair, tangling in the soft strands. he groaned at the contact, the vibration against your sensitive skin sending a shiver of pleasure through you. one of his hands left your thighs, fondling with your breasts instead—pinching and tweaking the nipple.

"good girl." he praised, pausing only for a moment, his breath warm and teasing fanned against your core. you looked down at him to see that his mouth and chin was covered in slick. "that's it—let me hear those sweet sounds, darling. don't hold back."

"too much.." you gasped, your body trembling with overstimulation. his fingers further joined the fray, sliding into you with ease. the stretch was perfect, and the angle—he must have known your body better than you did—sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you. he curved his fingers slightly, finding that spot inside you that made you cry out his name.

"hmm.." he hummed with satisfaction, his voice husky with satisfaction. "you're doing amazing.. i want you to come for me."

albert's mouth returned to your clit, his tongue flicking in time with the thrust of his fingers. the pressure built quickly—every nerve alight as your body arched into him. your body—it felt feverish, like it was burning, especially down there—but in the best way possible. "so beautiful." he blabbed against you.

"hngh— oh my god." his name was a broken plea on your lips as the first wave of your climax crashed over you. "right there! don't stop" you cried out, shocks of pleasure overwhelming you.

albert obliged—didn't stop. his fingers slowed their thrusts, but his tongue stayed relentless, drawing out the pleasure until it was nearly too much. "please." you pleaded—you weren't sure what for, all you knew was that you were drowning in this.

"just one more.." he whispered against you, his lips brushing over your sensitive skin. "i need to see you fall apart for me again."

albert's thumb replaced his tongue on your clit, circling it with the perfect pressure as his mouth moved lower. his tongue slid inside you—his movements languid but deliberate—and god, were they gratifying. he had you seeing stars.

the knot within you snapped, and everything released like a dam. your orgasm washed over you—blurring your vision with white and everything carnally good. your body tightened around him, your cries filling the room as a second and even more powerful orgasm left you shaking.

he pulled back only when you were completely spent, his hands still holding your thighs as his lips brushed soft, reverent kisses against your inner thighs. when he looked up at you, his face was flushed, his lips glistening, and his eyes full of satisfaction and devotion. "i love you, (name)." he said. "deeply and sincerely."

"you're everything good and gorgeous, darling." albert said, his voice low and thick with emotion. "every part of you. and i'll remind you as many times as it takes until you believe it."

@ELICYPHER — DO NOT RETRANSLATE, REPOST OR PLAGIARIZE.

[aleixis]

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