#꒰ྀི sealed & locked ꒱ྀི

[nonasbirthday]

"stop talking about harrow fingering the chussy" listen i don't love it either but you gotta understand there is PRECEDENT

like of COURSE harrow is going to finger the chussy. it comes free with your lesbian jesus resurrection narrative

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . WARM ME UP ; — cock-warming various blue lock boys.

FEATURING: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru + mikage reo.

warnings: f!reader, cockwarming, all characters written 22+, a little teasing in some, slight somno in bachi’s [hes inside of u before ur asleep], slight body worship (?) in reo’s, sensitive boys mostly. note: my mind spiralled w nagi’s first so that’s why his is longer but i decided 2 make it into hcs.

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO

“fuck—ah, y’re g’nna make me die, quit feeling sooo good ‘ts no fair.” nagi murmurs from where he’s got you spread across his lap, resting on the edge of his bed with his cock buried in your sweet walls as he tries to beat his own high score on his game.

you’d gotten a little bored watching him, a little needy as you pressed yourself up against him and admired the way he’d bite on his lower lip as he concentrated, skilful fingers tapping at the buttons on his controller as small, low grunts of frustration fell from his parted lips.

but nagi had welcomed you so easily when you’d made your way into his lap, lifting up his arms to allow you to slide right in before he sent you a lidded, questioning look when he felt you pull at the waistband of his sweats. “huh? ‘m in a game right now, angel.”

“it’ll help you concentrate, sei.. promise.”

it’s doing anything but though, the snowy-haired striker underneath you realises with another needy, warm twitch of your walls around him. even just the press of your chest against his is driving him crazy, feeling you press kisses along his jawline when he whines from missing another shot — he can barely concentrate on anything but you.

“no fair.. you made me miss another headshot, pretty thing.” nagi grumbles as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sighing while a tight, cute pout rests on his lips. but it’s almost like an apology, the sinful press of your hips against his as you push closer — just enough to knock the air out of him when you press his cock even deeper into you.

“hey, c-come on! angel, y’re playing dirty, wanna up my online ranking.” there’s an unsteady waver to his words that’s followed by the instinctive twitch of his hips into yours, like he’s chasing more of the friction you're teasing him with as he sighs.

“think of it as a boss fight, sei.. don’t wanna make it too easy.” your words are whispery and pretty as you pull back to trace your fingertip across the shape of nagi’s jawline — drawing his full attention as his head twists to look at you. hes starry eyed and dazed, flushed from his cheeks to his neck and you’re pretty sure the eye contact alone makes his cock twitch from where it’s pressed into you.

“eh, ‘ts no fair when you know all my weaknesses, pretty thing. gotta try somethin’ else, i guess.” it’s drawled, filthy the low tone his voice takes before he’s drawing closer to kiss you, whimpering against your lips before he’s forgetting the controller in favour of grabbing you instead.

the quick movements are followed by your back meeting the mattress as he presses you into the sheets with every deep, messy press of his lips. “sei! your game.” you gasp when your words urge his first real thrust into you, so deep and good that your toes curl from where they’re wrapped around his hips.

“eh, it’s fine.. ‘ll beat it later, f-fuck—wanna win this side quest first.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI SAE

sae was tired from practice today, but you were feeling particularly needy and as much as his muscles ached — he still couldn’t help but use this opportunity to his advantage, especially when you were already palming at him just as he returned home.

“i’ve been at practice all day, know i’m tired. is this how you welcome me home?” he drawls from where he’s got you spread out against him — your back is resting against his chest as your head rolls back against his shoulder, thighs hooked over his own as his fingers circle your clit — unmoving even though his cock is already buried deep inside of you.

there’s a certain sharpness to sae’s tone that makes you twitch, shaking your head against him as your nails scratch along his forearm. you’re so desperate for him, for him to move and fuck you — it wouldn’t take much, not when he’s touching you just right, but it’s not enough — he knows that.

“just need you, sae. i, ah—missed you today..” your hips twitch above him, an obvious little plea as his cock brushes along the spongy spot inside of you but he’s too fast, sighing before his free hand is pressing your hips back tight against his.

"how much?" sae grunts with the sweet, frustrated whine that pushes past your lips as he grinds up into you - offering you an inch before he takes it from you completely, pressing a kiss against your shoulder after like hes trying to soothe you. "how much did you miss me, hm?"

the way he presses into your clit is deliberate, baring down harder on the puffy bud until you’re thighs are shaking and twitching, begging for him to hurry up and move. your lips part, head lolling back against his shoulder before he’s pressing another smeared kiss against your cheek, and sending you a sharp looks that’s urging you to hurry up and answer.

“so much, missed you so much! been waiting for you, sae.. wanted you here.” your voice breaks under the weight of your arousal but you swear you feel sae’s cock twitch at the sound. it’s followed by a low hum, like he’s considering your answer before his hand on your hip eases — finally letting you move with another slow roll of his own that presses his cock against the swollen, sweet spots inside of you.

“then take what you need, sweetheart. don’t keep me waiting.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI RIN

it was impossible to move rin from his place on the couch when he’s examining team plays, his own most importantly — teeth gritting with concentration despite the way you’re pressed into his chest, palming at his body as his cock rests inside of your slick cunt.

but as good as it feels, finally having him buried in you like you asked, you’d rather he was moving — turning you to putty above him and fucking every single thought out of your mind that wasn’t him. so you decide to test the boundaries a little, shifting your hips deliberately until you feel his large palms squeeze at your hips and your boyfriend hiss from between his teeth.

“quit— fuck, quit it.” you almost shiver at the low, sharp tone rin’s voice takes but you can tell there’s no real irritation behind it when you notice the unsteady rise and fall of his chest. he’s just as wound up as you are, his brows crumbling as he tries to focus on the tv infront of him — nibbling on his lower lip to distract him from the warm squeeze of your walls.

“you said you wouldn’t move..” he grits, still refusing to meet your gaze despite the way every squeeze of your hands across his body makes his breathing hitch. you’ve got him so fucking wound up, he’s so lukewarm — so sensitive, he can’t even control himself for 10 fucking minutes.

“but i need you, rin. not my fault you feel so good.” rin can feel the back of his neck stinging with a flush when you smear a kiss along his jawline, making his fingers squeeze even tighter into your hips before he’s growling under his breath. but the way you purr when he readjusts himself beneath you, melting into him with a tiny, slight grind of his cock into you makes him feel fucking dizzy.

it’s fast, the way he’s suddenly readjusting his feet and beginning a pace that’s too quick, and if it wasn’t for his grip on you — you’d have bounced off of his lap completely. every wet smack of his hips is loud and clapping and driven by the pure determination to feel you creaming around him as he sends the game on the tv a lidded glare.

“can’t even control yourself—uggh, shit—you’ve got until the first half finishes to cum or ‘m stopping.. and you better—take all of it.”

✩ ˛˚ . BACHIRA MEGURU

it had become sort of a routine at this point, bachira would come home from practice — wound up and so fucking hard before he was fucking you senseless, followed by him falling asleep pressed up against you while his cock still rested inside of your cunt.

you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t comfortable though and he knew exactly how to get you to accept, bathing you in wet presses of his lips and low chuckles. “jus’ wanna feel you round me, baby. m’kay? sleep sooo good like that, so warm.” you couldn’t deny him, not when you’re still coming down from the orgasm he’s dug out of you.

but now, you feel yourself wake up from your own nap — roused by the sudden movement behind you as you feel bachira’s chest press tighter against your back — followed by the sudden, deep press of his cock along the still swollen spots inside of you. “baby~ already so wet, should’a just woke me up if you wanted it, gotta take care of you.. m’kay?”

you’re not sure if it’s the sleep that still laces your body but you already feel like putty at his touch, he’s deliberately grazing his cock along the spots that crave him most — sending intoxicating little aftershocks through your body that have you gasping with every quick thrust.

bachira chuckles when your lips part to moan, followed by another loud, wet smack of his hips as his head rests against the back of your shoulder. “already so wet, baby. mhm.. you been dreaming ‘bout me? feels like you have~” he sings, whimpers when he feels you squeeze around him at the words but that only pushes him to go faster, deeper.

it’s hard to believe he was sleeping a moment ago with how well he’s working your body, palming and grabbing at your figure as moans fall from his lips — burying them into your skin as he smears kisses along your shoulders. every deep press of his cock is eased by the remnants of both your previous orgasms, squelching loudly as he pushes himself even deeper.

“awww~ i knew you wanted it, baby. mhm— ah! just gotta ask, can make you feel so good~ lemme take care of you, m’kay?”

✩ ˛˚ . MIKAGE REO

reo was obsessed with you, that much was obvious — although he’d spend his whole day proving it to you if he had to. every touch of his hands on your skin made you melt into him, he worked you with such precision but such a gentleness that you couldn’t help but seek out more.

but these moments specifically were some of your favourites, the ones when he’s pulled you onto his lap — onto his cock as his fingers leave featherlight touches along your skin as he looks up at you. it was intoxicating, to watch him appreciate every part of you, taking a slow, languid palmful of your breast as he loses himself in the mindless squeeze of your walls around him.

“does that feel good, bunny? yeah?” reo asks as his breathing cools the spit he’s left across your tits, giving you a lidded — dazed look until you’re nodding out a yes and he’s messily dragging his tongue along your nipple. you feel dizzy with how good it feels, every squeeze of his palm as he suckles at your nipples languidly, massaging and pinching at you as you try your best to keep your hips still.

but every lav of his tongue, every slow and mindless roll of it over your aching tits makes him twitch from where he’s buried in you but he’s too intoxicated, too enamoured by the way your walls squeeze with every swipe of his muscle against you.

“fuck, bunny. look so pretty, keep still for me. kay?” it almost hurts how tight your fingers are digging into reo’s shoulders with your sweet little uh huh, followed by another dreamy whimper as he suckles kisses from one breast to the next. his cheeks and chin are slick with his own spit from every sloppy press of his lips against you, and it feels so fucking good despite the way his cock still hasn’t moved inside of you.

a shaky sound breaks from his lips when you let your head roll back, your hands smoothing through his hair before the pull at the roots and he feels like he could fucking cum right there and then. you feel fucking boneless above him, melting with every greedy palm and press of his lips and hands.

“that’s it, bunny. wanna see how much you need me first.”

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

[leighsartworks216]

Rogue Tav who treats picking locks the same way the Lockpicking Lawyer does

Oh nooo it's locked *jams the lockpick in and wiggles it around with the most bored expression and it opens in a second* Wow sooo secure

Astarion challenging them to see who can open a padlock faster and Tav is like okay sure

They ask for two padlocks. Astarion thinks they're going to try showing him up by unlocking them both before him

The timer starts

Tav hits the padlock open with the other and stares dead at Astarion as he's only just got the pick in the lock

[stqr-grl]

╭﹕🎧｡♡・late night lovin’

୨୧⸝⸝﹕synopsis — your boyfriend just loves fucking you to sleep when you’re antsy.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕warnings — f!reader, established relationship, petnames[doll, pretty thing/girl, sweet girl, etc.], reader has a slight caffeine problem, brief thigh riding, fingering, all characters are 18+, mdni!﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕wc — about 1k.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕notes — this is a little bit of a mess but my bllk boy brainrot grows daily and simply have to let others see it !!﹐

nagi’s bag hit the floor with a mild thud, an exhausted sigh leaving his mouth as he struggled to kick his shoes off at the door of your shared apartment. it was no secret that he hated when practice ran over it’s usual time —and admittedly you hated it too—, especially with you in the house sitting up in bed, struggling to stay away as you awaited his arrival.

excepting you to already be in bed, curled up in the the sheets and hugging his pillow, he quietly stalks into your shared bedroom, careful not to awake you only to be surprised to find you awake in bed, phone in hand, the screen illuminating your features.

“doll?” he blinked, “what are you doing up?” he questioned, walking to bed and crawling in, causing a noticeable dip in the soft material as he took you into his warm —and admittedly still sweaty— embrace, the smell of grass still lingering on him as he kissed your temple.

“sei, welcome back! thought i heard you come in,” you beam, returning a kiss to his cheek. “couldn’t sleep, had some coffee earlier.” you explain as nagi sent a disapproving look. “c’mon pretty thing, really? knew getting you that coffee machine would be a future pain..” he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

admittedly he was right, he knew getting you that thing as a present would wreck havoc one of these days and today just so happened to be the day. nagi sighed, shifting to grip your hips and pull you into his thigh, hands slipping up your —technically his— large graphic tee.

you can only giggle at his words, glancing back at him as he moved you from your spot. “what’re you doin’, sei?” you didn’t have to ask, you already know the answer to the question but snowy haired male just smiled as grabbed your plush thighs, forcing them open as he peered over you.

“mh, gotta tire you out pretty thing,” his whispers, slipping his large hand up your graphic tee, hooking his finger on the hem of your laced underwear, careful to be gentle when slipping them down your legs(they were his favorite to see you in and didn’t wanna see them all ruined). “can’t go to sleep without you.”

you squirm in your spot, borderline giddy to have your boyfriend in this moment, having been stripped of his touch all day, blowing up his phone with “i miss you”’s, “need you so bad :(“‘s and plenty of lewd selfies that kept his mind distracted from everything that wasn’t you.

“go ahead ahead angel, ride my thigh,” you shift, turning yourself to face him, gripping his shoulders for support. you didn’t mind having to do the work — you knew your boyfriend was tired, muscles sore from training and wanting nothing more than to be in bed with you.

you start off slow, pacing yourself with a slow grind against his thigh, leaving a noticeable trail of slick in your wake on the black if his shorts. a shaky sigh slips from your lips, at the slight feeling of friction while nagi sits, watching you intently, occasionally flexing the muscles to watch your face scrunched into a frustrated pout as you struggle to get off on his thigh alone.

he knew you couldn’t do it alone, he knew you needed his help and he knew it didn’t feel the same as when he did for you, knowing all the right spots to press and what movements would send you right over the edge — but he liked watching you struggling, hearing the small pleas of his name flood from your mouth asking him to help you out.

feeling rather generous he grabs your hips, the pads of his fingers digging into your hips as he stops your desperate grinds, chest already having a hefty rise and fall as you try to steady your already uneven breath.

one of his hands strays from your hips, finding its way to your sticky folds, spreading them apart, collecting your slick on to of his fingers. you sigh at the feeling of his fingers lazily teasing your hole, drawing what you think are hearts around it.

his thick fingers slowly dig into your weeping cunt, a drawn out moan slipping past your lips, walls fluttering around his fingers as the grip on your grip on his shoulders tightened. “sei–” you whimper, helplessly grinding onto his fingers as his thumb mindlessly plays with your clit.

“hm? do you like that pretty thing? doin’ such a good job taking my fingers,” he whispers, half lidded eyes fluttering shut, fingers methodically in and out of you, curling them upwards, pressing that sensitive spot inside of you.

your body twitches, a mewl being ripped from your chest. “mhm– feels so good, oh fuck–! keep going, please,” the small smirk on his face grows at every little word that floods from your lips. a content hum comes from him when he feels your walls flutter, then clench around his fingers; sucking him in as if you wanted more than he could give.

even while tired, likely on the verge of sleep even whilst doing this, he always had the ability to slowly make you come undone one way or another with such minimal effort and that fact alone stroked his ego but admittedly you shared the same effect on him.

he’d be lying if he didn’t say that seeing you crumble on him like this didn’t leave him with an aching boner — seeing the starry, glossed look in your hooded eyes, mouth slightly agap, breath heavy and chest heaving. you were truly a sight for sore eyes, looking so pretty for him without even having to try.

“gah– y’clamping down on my fingers so tight pretty thing, can barely move,” he huffed, watching your body go limp on top of his large frame, eyes struggling to stay open as whiney moans escaped your chest. you were getting tired, he knew once your orgasm hit that it would be the final blow.

he works his finger in and out of your cunt a bit more, thumb now rubbing quicker circular motions on your clit. the heat in your stomach grew, eyes rolling back as a sudden wave of pleasure washes you, leaving the feeling of sleep in its wake, your eyes soon fluttering shutting as nagi removed his fingers from your sticky, velvety walls.

he sucked both his fingers cleaned, a little pop noise coming from his mouth as he pulled them from his lips, moving you onto the soft mattress and pulling the sheets over your body. he groaned, glancing at the tent his shorts. “nothing that a quick cold shower won’t fix..” he grumbled, pressing a chaste kiss your lips as he climbed out of bed. “gotta take care of myself now.”

2023 ©stqr-grl

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Sunday 19 May 2024

In a small front garden Lamprocapnos spectabilis (bleeding hearts, dicentra, Dutchman's breeches, lady in the bath, locks and keys, lyre flower, seal flower) was producing arching succulent stems hung with heart-shaped flowers. This clump-forming perennial grows in moist, fertile, humus-rich soil in partial shade.

Jill Raggett

[dr-chalk]

Ao family reunion

[kerto-p]

why is it harder to break items in the answer

[brie-draws]

Gagamaru = Banana poses... Seals = Banana poses... unlocking something here [Gin Gagamaru from Blue Lock]

[nagiseal]

insects once again

[seishiroses]

This panel is even funnier when you notice that everyone is cheering for his accidental strike except Barou who's absolutely not having it standing there with arms crossed like 'you've got to be kidding me -_-'

[blistexenthusiast]

19th century wax seals

[icedghostlatte-art]

Dragon Elf Hybrid Vlad! Goes with Elf Danny!

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . SOON I WILL SINK INTO YOU ; — how multiple blue lock boys kiss you.

FEATURING: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru + isagi yoichi

warnings: f!reader, makeout sessions, honestly nothing too bad tho! all characters written 22+ still. note: it’s been a while since i’d written for isagi so i thought i’d include him in this :<

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO

it’s lazy the way nagi kisses you, unsurprising given the snowy haired strikers usual slacker attitude but it’s different when he comes to you — he always finds himself wanting to chase more despite the way you make him feel like he’s melting.

it was easy to get him drunk on your kisses, slowly blinking up at you when you pull away like a wordless like plea for more as his head knocks drowsily against your own — chasing the press of your lips and the graze of your tongue along his. it was easy to get lost in makeout sessions with him, comfortable in his lap as he breathes deep into your mouth, whimpering when you suck on his tongue and curl your own around it afterwards.

nagi had never kissed someone before he’d met you but now he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough, not when your hands are curled in his messy hair and his hands are palming and squeezing at your body as he twists into you, panting when his lungs quake with the need to breathe.

“hey, not yet, angel. gimme more kisses, please.” he huffs when you pull away to peck at his lips, making him pout up at you before his chin rests on your chest and he truly looks like a puppy begging for food as his arms wrap around your waist to squeeze. his cheeks are flushed and his normally mused bed head is even worse from your hands but he still leans in immediately when you dip your head to meet him again.

“you’re so greedy, sei.” you giggle before your pressing your lips against nagi’s once more, feeling his large palms graze under the hem of your shirt so he can feel the warm press of your skin against his own as he groans. his movements are slow, languid but there’s a hunger that’s still evident as he pulls you closer — holding you tighter when he feels like you’re about to pull away again as he presses his tongue between your lips, humming at the taste of you that has him feeling drowsy and kiss drunk.

“eh, so. jus’ feels too good, wanna give you more.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI RIN

you’d never expected rin to let himself get lost in your kisses as much as he actually does, his stoic exterior always made it seem like he was someone who was always in control of himself — self control especially being something that was so easy for him to maintain.

but it isn’t until he has you against him, greeting him after a long day at practice with your arms around his broad shoulders, does he really feel the cracks showing in his facade. your lips feel like silk against his and the press of your chest, tight against his own makes him feel dizzy before he’s letting his gym bag drop at his feet as he guides you back.

“rin?” you gasp as his hands squeeze at your hips but rin only takes the opportunity to push his tongue between your parted lips, groaning with the first press of your tongue along his own as his brows crumble with need. it’s messy and rushed, he’s drooling like he’s losing his sanity aswell as his control with every heavy breath he takes into the kiss, pushing his name between your lips as he swallows every languid moan that follows after.

“don’t pull away, i’m not done with you yet.”

it catches you off guard but it fills you with anticipation when you suddenly feel your back press against the wall in the hallway, the kitchen counter and any other surface he can cage you against — keeping you pressed against his chest and the space behind you despite the way he refuses to break the kiss, not even to breathe.

rin’s barely said a word despite gruff groans and huffs, it’s like fire lived within his kiss and he had a way of melting every part of you before he’s trailing them down your jaw line, deliberately growling along the sensitive spots in your neck until you’re gasping and scratching at the broad expanse of his shoulders that only have him coming back for more.

“shit, i’m the only one who gets to feel you like this. say it.”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI SAE

the way sae kissed you was perfect, slender fingers trailing along your jawline before they’re tilting their way underneath your chin — just enough for your gaze to meet his before it drops to your lips and he leans in. every press and twist into you made you feel like putty, feeling his other arm hook around your hips like he was helping to keep you upright.

there was something intoxicating about him, about the way he hums when you open your mouth for him so easily — giving into the press of his tongue and the way it curls and lavs over your own. he kisses you in a way that has your eyes fluttering, lungs quaking when you press yourself closer and you feel his fingers cup gently around your jawline, stroking at your skin as your hands press against his chest.

it was loving, almost romantic when you’re behaving so well for him but sae always did love how obedient you were — giving into his kisses until you’re panting, pulling away to breathe until you feel his hands curl around the back of your neck instead as he gives you a sharp look and a growled “no.” before he’s pulling you back.

that’s when they get more intense, more all consuming as he pulls your arms around his shoulders — groaning when your fingers are in his hair and you feel his hand squeeze at your skin before he’s licking into your mouth. he liked being able to have you like this, to have you gasping his name— completely his for him to devour as his lips move with yours and he kisses you breathless.

only when you’re almost trembling against him does he offer you an inch, pulling away to let his lidded gaze dart along your features as he takes in the sight of you — swollen lips and starry eyes while his fingers dance across your jawline, collarbones, cheeks before he’s swiping his thumb along your lips with a slow hum.

“do you want more? then tell me, sweetheart.”

✩ ˛˚ . BACHIRA MEGURU

the way bachira kisses you is enthusiastic, rushed in a way that is so uniquely him as you feel him grin into your lips — he meets you like a hurricane as he returns home, arms outstretched before they’re on you and his lips follow suit as he lets himself feel you. “missed you today, baby. mhm!” he sings despite the way his words are slurred and muffled into the kiss, barely audible to anyone who isn’t you — not that there’s anyone else to hear.

even when you pull away momentarily, he’s already seeking out more — barely out of his shoes at the front door as he tries to drag you back into him, pouting and chuckling as he tilts his head and gives you an exaggerated, sad look. “hey, that’s not a good welcome home kiss, gotta gimme another m’kay?” and who were you to deny the striker when he was so charming, so desperate for the press of your lips as he finally kicks off his shoes and takes another step.

but you can’t deny the way bachira consumes you whenever you’re wrapped in him, feeling him moan and whimper shamelessly with every twist and graze of your tongue — from down the hallway until he’s got you sprawled out on the couch beneath him, grabbing at each other in the hopes you never have to pull away.

it’s only when you’re both breathing deep that he pulls back to smirk down at you, his hair is mused from your hands and he decides to busy himself with a few peppered kisses over your features — quick presses of his lips along your cheeks until you’re giggling and pushing him away as they turn ticklish. “aw c’mon, baby! need to know how much you missed me today, mhm. need a little more still, don’cha think?”

but bachira is so convincing you cant help but pull him back for more, fingers twisting in his dual coloured hair as he presses you deeper into the cushions beneath you and you feel him chuckle against your lips, egging you on like he isn’t meeting you eagerly because hes “thought about you all day, gonna show you how much, m’kay?”

✩ ˛˚ . ISAGI YOICHI

kisses with isagi normally started off soft, he was enamoured by you, always — letting you breathe and press yourself against him as a blush stings at his cheeks, trailing down his neck and chest despite the way his lips move against yours gently. it’s like he’s practiced every touch, there’s still some hesitation — maybe a slight tremble when he touches you but it’s so uniquely him that you can’t help but seek out more.

but you know that your boyfriend has always been adaptable, a genius when it comes to it really — it’s like a switch flicks when he feels the first part of your lips, the first trembled breath against him as you push yourself closer and he feels consumed. a sudden urge to devour like he would on the field and suddenly his grip on you feels tighter — making you feel too warm under your clothes when he twists himself into you.

“is this okay?” isagi gasps despite the way he’s already got you breathless and gasping, licking into your mouth with a neediness than seemed so absent a few moments ago it’s like he’s different now — sucking on your tongue as he groans against you, rough presses of his palms as he pulls you closer and every press of his lips feels like they burn you in the best way as you nod needily.

“do you like this?” he gasps again, his tone is lower this time when he takes a breath, teeth grazing lightly along your lower lip and you can only sink your nails into him to keep yourself grounded as he grumbles — sighing when your hands twist in his hair and it only makes him kiss you deeper, breathless until you’re like putty in his hold with a soft mhm.

but you think it’s insane actually when isagi pulls away and he’s just the same as he was at the start, flushed cheeks and heavy breathes as he sends you a shy grin and scratches at the back of his neck awkwardly — like the rough, ragged part of him was swallowed in that kiss until you lean in again and something dark sparks in his gaze once more as his eyes land on your lips.

“then.. do you think you can handle more?”

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

[goddesssamanthara]

That's how I say hey to you

[stqr-grl]

╭﹕💜｡♡・touch tank

୨୧⸝⸝﹕synopsis — there’s just something about sharing such intimate moments with you that makes reo so weak in the knees.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕warnings — f!reader, mutual pining[?, questionable at best], fwb, petnames[love, angel, pretty, etc.], reo being down bad[as per usual], porn with little to no plot, couch sex, intimate + unprotected sex, praise, oral[f!receiving], fingering, dry humping, little bit of cum eating. all characters are 18+, mdni!﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕wc — 1k.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕notes — i need a reo soo bad HELLO.﹐

upon first arrival you’d questioned if it was really a good idea to cancel the plans you had with your friends for what was probably just gonna be a quick hookup with reo but he promised it’d only be a movie tonight so you agreed, besides you knew this is where you’d rather be than anywhere else in this moment.

splayed out in the couch, limbs tangled with his as you shared quick, wet kisses as his greedy hands traveled your body trying to feel every part of you that he could gain access too while a movie that had be long forgotten played aimlessly in the background.

the feeling of his lips against yours always feeling so intoxicating, his lips moving in such a gentle dance with yours as you ran your hands through his purple locks of hair, trying to use it as leverage to print him closer than what he already was.

a sigh leaves his pink and puffy lips as he parts from you, large hands holding your waist against his as you languidly grind against his. “love,” the nickname always makes your heart swell with something so inexplicable especially with that voice groggy voice, “we don’t have to go any further than this.”

your eyes open with such a dreamy looked captured within then and the sight alone makes reo’s heart stop as he takes your pretty features in, not missing a single change in your expression.

“no, i want too– can we keep going, please?” you can feel the way his breath hitches slightly at your request before he dives into you for another series of kisses, theses ones being much more drawn out as his hand moves to cup your face.

nights like these with reo are usually a bit more rushed than this — always hurried to have your bare skin flush against his as hands grasped at the plush of your body, more than ready to take you but tonight felt different than all those other nights.

things were so slow and almost borderline passionate, the slow, wet kisses and his thumb rubbing gentle circles into the exposed skin of your waist while the other pushed your shirt up and over your head.

his pink, kiss swollen lips pull away from yours, those lilac eyes of his lingering your body taking in every possible feature that he could have missed any other time he’s had you like this. you look absolutely stunning like this; atop of of him, chest heaving slightly as the look of lust took over your eyes.

it almost makes you feel shy, the way he’s sitting here and admiring you before shifting you from his and onto the opposite side of the couch and onto your back, climbing atop of you.

“god, y’so pretty,” —he places another kiss to your lips as he discarded your shorts and anything else underneath— “so perfect.” he mumbles, slipping himself between your thighs and pressing a kiss to your heat, making you whine.

“reo, you’re teasing,” you mutter, attempting to squirm in your spot beneath him as he molds his hands into your thighs with and amount of force that would leave little bruises in the morning.

“‘m sorry princess, y’gotta work w’me for a second.” he whispers, spreading your sticky folds and using the flat of his tongue to lick a line up your cunt, wasting no time to practically start drinking your juices, ripping a moan of his name from you easily.

he groans at the taste of you, the vibrations making you whimper and pull at his hair to bring him closer. “sound so pretty when you moan for me like that.” he groans, tongue running circles around your hole as he used two fingers to push into your gummy walls that have no problem clamping down on his thick digits.

god to finally be able to take you properly in this moment felt like a blessing to the man, having you calling his name with such a pleased look in your face was just heavenly.

sure, he’d seen you in this sense plenty of times before but it felt oh so different this time — neither of you just being here for the sex like usual, but here for the company of each other.

“oh fuckk, reo–” you gasp, chest heaving as your eyes roll ever so slightly, “i need more, please– need you to make me cum,” you cry, his hips bucked into the cushion of the couch beneath him at your pleads.

he happily obliges to your request, quickening the pace of his fingers and sucking your sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, a loud cry erupting from your chest as you arch off the couch, babbling for more as he happily gives with almost little to no thought of himself in the moment- only you and your pleasure being on the forefront of his mind.

his eyes peer up at you, admiring the pure bliss on your face, your expression alone could have him cum on the cum on the spot — a needy noise escaping his lips as he ruts into the cushions once but his fingers and tongue never falter, desperate to bring you to the high that your crave so badly.

“so fucking perfect, princess, wanna feel this pretty pussy cum around my fingers,” he fought back the series of whimpers that threatened to spill from his lips as he spoke, feeling your fingers clamp around his fingers.

“shit! like that, keep doing that–!” you blurt, eyes crossed, feeling that tight knot inside you coming close to snapping. “keep going, please, you’re doing such a good job for me– shit!” you squeak, at the sudden wave of release that washes over you, body freezing with a slight shake.

it’s not too long after that a whiney groan leaves his lips, a sticky white substance staining his boxers and leaving a forming wet patch in its wake but he pays little to no mind of it, instead focusing on the little white trail slipping from your cunt.

reo wastes no time using his tongue to push into your sensitive hole, collecting any cum that hadn’t gotten on his fingers, graciously swallowing it before pulling away from you, holding his two digits in front of your agape mouth.

“here, have a taste angel.”

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[dorkfruit]

if i should fall, will it all go away?

every damn time .. love u saint of the grindset <3