#and it's only going to get better?? like aah

[k2e4]

had to save @thepioden s tags bc I am going to do this now

[gossamyrrh]

noncon recording, fem!reader.

no thoughts, just grimy fling!toji fucking you on your back, meaty limbs caging your own, breaths heavy and warm against your heated, sensitive flesh as he wildly ruts into you—

and he thinks, fuck, it can’t get much better than this. until it does, somehow, and you’re throwing your head back with a moan, spongy walls clenching around him, clamping down as you shudder beneath his bulk and force him deeper inside your poor, weeping cunt.

grimy fling!toji feels pleasure humming behind his eyes—in his toes. he’s pulling air harshly through his nostrils, grip slackening as he rides out a wave before it crests and he starts grinding shallowly again, heavy pants slipping past his lips as he focuses on that telltale twinge in the pit of his belly.

(and pointedly ignores the itch in the back of his head, the one that tells him to cross boundaries: to take and take and take—)

“ah, toji,” you moan. “fuck me harder, please, need you—aah, nngh—!! fuuuck, don’t stop—s-shit... i want more of you, wanna take everythin-nghh...”

but all his inhibitions go out the window as he decides you’re the best lay he’s had in a long time. probably ever. and well, toji wants to cherish the moment—savour it. and he decides he won’t let such a precious thing slip past his fingers—not without something to remember you by.

so, grimy as he is, he shimmies his phone from his pocket (an old, beat up thing that can only make calls and texts. record, too!) and turns it on with eager, trembling fingers.

he keeps you distracted with his lips in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing against your skin as he clicks the camera icon and you pop up on screen: writhing, sweating and mewling. his cock hilted deep inside of you.

it’s entirely debauched, he knows that. for him, that was the thrill of this sort of thing—that forbidden nature; the danger and taboo. oh, how it fucking turned him on…

he moans deeply against your skin as your sopping, wet cunt fills the screen, echoes throughout the room. he can feel that familiar pleasure coiling tight and hard between his hips, rendering his rhythm erratic—so deliciously haphazard—with its quick jerks and throbs—your bodies practically becoming one in tandem.

(and he makes sure to capture this: the union of your bodies. the way the dark, curly hairs at the base of his cock mingle with your own—meshed together by proximity. and fuck, he thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. second to you.)

as he feels you quiver beneath him, he takes the moment to watch your face contort with pleasure: eyebrows lacing together, nose wrinkling, plush mouth parting in a moan so ungodly in its desperation.

he lifts the camera to your face. (you’re far too blissed out to notice, face scrunched tight.)

and when you cum—his cock still inside your pliant and wet heat—your walls clench like a vice. you pull him further with your insistent drags, coaxing his orgasm to spill from within him in a long, shuddering sigh. your hands running over his meaty thighs until they curl in his hair and pull.

pleasure ebbs over his skin like a flush. starting from his face and dipping down past his jaw, neck and chest.

the roll of his hips stutters, and he groans as the coil unravels, as he pulls out and releases a thick, syrupy white load on your tummy, and he captures all the facets of your expression with a weak click: the arch in your back, your jaw locked open in a soundless scream, eyelids fluttering weakly as your hips buck helplessly.

grimy fling!toji goes home afterwards and jerks off to all (and i mean aaaalll) of the videos and pics, thick fingers smeared in cum and spittle and sweat as his voice drops to a ragged whimper as he cums for the umpteenth time, eyes burning and palm numb.

and of course, grimy fling!toji is showing his friend shiu the next day, prattling on and on about the chick with the heavenly pussy that he desperately wants to fuck again ;(

[wonubby]

hi @grenadehearts sent me with my request <333 pls gimmie katsuki and eijirou being playful possessive of reader during sex :( i just imagine kat making us straddle him just for kiri to pick us up and say “ill be taking that thank you” i think my brain needs it :(

not proof read, 17+ only!

katsuki and kirishima are big bullies, always leading you on, edging you from release just to play a stupid game.

it all started when katsuki was on patrol. you and eijirou couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. i mean, who could blame you? your tall, beefy, huge, veiny-armed man was just too fine to resist!

however, it only ended in a competition between your two boyfriends, both fighting over who could get you first, pulling you away from the other just as you were getting close. it's all too much for you :(

"hah— you seeing this, ei? she's wrapped tightly around my cock, not yours," katsuki growled. his pace was relentless, causing your body to hike up the bed with each thrust.

"k-kats, aah! please, please don't stop!" you whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your head lolled to the side, getting a pleasant view of eijirou's throbbing hard cock wrapped in his hand.

locking eyes with yours, eijirou moved quickly. he grabbed katuski's body by the waist, pulling him out of you before taking his place, wrapping his lips around your clit.

the whine that was about to leave your lips, from the sudden emptiness, turned into a mild scream at the new stimulation. eijirou really knew how to use his mouth; both you and katsuki knew it. it's like he had an oral fixation, mouth itching to pleasure the two of you.

"ngh, ei, keep going, don't — fuck!" the squeal that left your lips had both the men groaning, wanting you all to themselves.

"fuck, you're really digging in there, aren't ya, ei?" katsuki smirked, leaning down, fingers tugging on the red's hair, pushing his face more into your cunt.

at this point you were too far gone, eyes rolling at the back of your head from the constant back-to-back pleasure, but they just wouldn't let you cum; it was so unfair!

"please let me cum! please, i'll do anything," you sobbed. eijirou fastened his pace at your words, desperate to get that sweet cream taste on his tongue.

katsuki frowned, quickly pulling you up away from the other boy and onto his lap. "tch, nah princess, you aren't cummin' till that fucker understands that i just do it better."

and with that, the two continued. they refused to let up; it was either katsuki fucking you hard in full nelson or eijirou shoving your face into the pillows, balls smacking against your clit as you cried from overstimulation and need for release.

"you crying, baby?" ejirou pulled your face from the pillows to meet his eyes, looking at how wrecked you were. your mascara now messed up, staining your cheeks and under eyes with black pigment, your face sticky from crying, and your kiko gloss smudged everywhere.

"you're both so mean," you slurred out, moans following straight after.

a large, burning smack landed on your ass from the blonde-haired man, a warning look etched on his face. "you ungrateful bitch, we're doing ya a favour, fuckin' you like the whore you are, and all you gotta say is we're mean?" he barked, eyes focused on eijirou with a menacing smirk spread on his face.

"kats, maybe we aren't doing enough. let's show our baby how real sluts are treated, like, yeah?"

everything happened so fast. one second, you were receiving the most delicious back shots, and the next you were being manhandled into next week.

you were sat on top of katsuki. his dick nestled snugly into your pussy when you felt another cock prodding at the same entrance.

"huh? wha—no! don't you'll break me—ah!" eijirou fucked into you in one thrust, his dick rubbing against katsuki's, causing both men to groan in pleasure.

"fuck, why haven't we tried this before, goddamn?" katsuki whimpered, brain slightly turning into mush as his tip rubbed against the redhead.

a small snicker left eijirou's lips at the males word's, "you're really getting harder in there, kats?" he teased, thrusting up a bit, causing all three of you to let out half moans, half whimpers.

"ngh, c'mon kats, our girl's so desperate for release, so let's give her one, hm? and just so you know, baby, we aren't stopping till you've cum at least ten times."

[zottts]

warnings - size kink, degradation, breeding kink (if you squint), not really a warning but worshipping, it's sentry expect it to be mean

you and sentry had been... 'together' for a while now, and you would think he would change somewhat, and he has - just a bit. but during sex? absolutely not, he was still the same man who wanted to be worshiped like a god, who will degrade and belittle you only because he finds it amusing when you moan and cry out his name as he pumps into you at his speed - why would he slow down for you he had l reasonings to, you liked it anyways. the way you could see his cock outline in your stomach, each little "oh you poor thing". it drove you mad, it was addictive. the only time he "went slow" was to put you in your place or fuck with you.

sentry just loved filling you up, every single time, watching your pathetic attempts to squirm under his hands - your almost doe eyes look as you looked up at him, hair all sprawled out on his pillows, mouth slightly ajar as he pumps into you mercifully, being able to see his cock completely fill you, and knowing you couldn't get enough of him. or from behind when he got his hands tangled within your soft locks of hair, pulling you up towards him with a semi-gentle pull, watching your back arch into him as be whispered how pathetic, useless, and stupid you looked being fucked by his cock.

how he is going to fuck you so stupid that you won't be able to walk nor speak for the next week. every little moan, whine, whimper, he would mock the sounds, how you reacted to things which each pump, as he moved in and out of you.

"so filthy. you want more, hm? you think you deserve more?" he spoke softly, despite the fact his tone was mocking,

he would make you beg for it til you were sobbing, trembling under him. it was so easy for him to ruin you, bring you down to nothing. because to him, like this - you were nothing, pathetic.

"sentry- mnn please?" between heavy breaths, it was a pathetic attempt, really. and you knew that.

"no, do better than that, now." he would slow down, painfully slow - and practically stopping until you were up to his standards. he wasn't asking, it was a command.

"sentry" he cocked an eyebrow, the words dying in your throat before you could even finish the sentence, like he was daring you to finish it. to see what would happen

"my god, sentry, ..my everything, p-please." you spoke through a broken sob, he started to move, in and out of you - slowly, on purpose. "aah-! fuck. please, oh my god please" a whine slipped out. you couldn't help that he was big, and it hurt. and he knew he was big too, of course he did. every time he fucked you like this he could always see the outline of himself inside you, the want to bury himself within you, to fill you completely with himself.

he couldn't help the low chuckle slip out of his mouth at your behavior, mmmn. i don't know if that's good enough." he held you in place so easily with his hands, it was like you were stuck in place. "so pathetic, can't even get a complete sentence out, poor thing." he paused for a moment, running his hands against your sides "you want me to fuck you stupid, fill you up?"

you quickly shake your head, it was hard enough to get a single word out - he knew that, but he wanted to hear you say it. "use your words or I'm pulling out." you took a deep breath "please, pretty please? god- please just move i need you so badly, you are the only one i need. just move" the words spilled out before you couldn't even get a thought in your head, the words sounded almost incoherent - it was like a flip that switched on in his brain, instead of belittling you, mocking you - he actually listens.

the after math of it you are out of breath, he went way past the point of your ecstasy. you laid on your stomach panting, hair in your face. he might be a god, an asshole, but not a monster. of course he was going to help you clean up. at least a bit.

[alllbedo]

how to win over genshin men !

includes: xiao, lyney, albedo, venti, wanderer

xiao

sheesh. good luck with this one…

in all seriousness, he’s a tough one, but it’s still possible to make him crack iykwim

firstly and most importantly, you can’t be clingy. like at all. if he senses you getting too close too fast he’ll run off like a cat

be chill. nonchalant. whatever word you fancy. just don’t be creepy.

in all honesty, you’re going to have to go into meeting him with the goal of friendship in mind, not a relationship.

if he gets even a hint that you wish to pursue him in that aspect too early on into your meetings, he’ll get irritated and, you guessed it, run off like a cat

in short, become VERY VERY VERY good friends before you even think about crossing that line

he’s just scared okay be patient and gentle with him and he’s yours i swear

lyney

our little magician is much harder to win over than you might think!

underneath his cool and charming façade, he’s just a boy who wants the best for his siblings.

that being said, become friends with lynette or freminet before getting close to him!

don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’d be doomed to friendship forever if you met him first, but getting along with his loved ones is a sign that he can trust you.

because he’s apart of the fatui, trust is hard to garner from him, so consider yourself lucky!

once you’re good friends with one or both of his siblings, he’ll probably make the first move

friendship-wise you idiot….

he’ll most likely come up to you one day on the streets of Fontaine with the ploy of demonstrating a new magic trick he plans to use in his next show

but secretly, he just wanted to talk to you

compliment him or act surprised, just don’t be cold or nonchalant !!!! he will get offended and lose all interest immediately!

he’s already insecure enough please don’t bruise his (fake) ego

keep in mind to compliment HIM, not just the trick. keep it playful. not too serious. just bordering on flirtatious and friendly.

he’ll grow flustered, as he’s more used to people admiring his tricks rather than him. he’ll get quiet, so you’ll need to start the next part of the conversation.

talk about what he loves most, his weak points: his siblings!! share the details of your most recent outing with freminet or lynette, and boy will he fall head over heels.

he’ll invite you to a “private magic show” after

it’s not dirty you sewer rats.

it’s most likely a big tea party with his siblings present as well. he’ll just show off card tricks the whole time. lynette will eat some crêpes and fall asleep. freminet will wander off halfway through, claiming he has to repair pers. you’ll be the only one left.

just “ooh” and “aah” until he’s done

albedo

my favorite boy.

albedo’s biggest interest (ahem, turn-on) is curiosity and mystery.

go up to dragonspine one day, seemingly in order to gather some ingredients for a recipe.

we all know what you’re really up to, though

however, as you were walking up the mountain to “accidentally” pass by albedo’s lab, a huge avalanche caused heaps of snow to fall upon you

it’s your lucky day, though, because albedo was strolling by at that very second! how convenient i know right

that also means he saw you get absolutely bodied by snow though so …

anyway, he obviously comes to your rescue, grabbing onto your outstretched hand and yanking you up from the soft snow.

he’ll firstly ask if you’re alright, and then proceed to bombard you with questions about why you were up there in the first place.

okay now here’s the part where you have to lock in

you need to be soooo mysterious. answer with something so blatantly false that even he sees through it. better yet, add hesitation to your replies.

this will interest him, but also make him a little suspicious, so now you have to lay off the mystery.

say you lost your way and mention being cold so that he’ll offer to lead you up to his lab.

once you’re there, it’s your turn to ask questions, be the curious one.

you’re gonna have to glaze alchemy sooo damn hard bro. idk pretend like you’re interested if you’re not.

he tends to grow bored when the conversation isn’t a topic that interests him (canon), so beginning a discussion in a topic he loves is the best way to grow closer to him.

after your most likely lengthy discussion over alchemy, he’ll walk you back down the mountain, pointing out different landmarks for the “next time you’re up here” 😏

so he’s implying that you’ll come back huhhh … ;)))

bro he wants you so bad, trust !!!

venti

bard boy time!

out of all of these character’s, he’s the easiest to win over.

start simple by attending his poetry and prose read-alouds next to the big statue in mondstadt. other people will be there, so you’ll need to make yourself stand out by standing at the front of the crowd, or smiling at him whenever he looks up to gage reactions.

he’s a god, he obviously knows all mondstadt citizens, so when he sees you, someone he doesn’t recognize, his interest is already piqued.

once his session ends, simply clap and smile. stay in your place. once the rest of the crowd wanes off, and it’s just you and him left, you want to be the one to start the conversation. show that you’re not scared to show interest in a poet’s work (even if all you’re truly interested in is the poet themself…)

compliment the poem or inquire about where his inspiration for it derived from. he loves talking about poetry, so he’ll be happy to share.

being forward is where your best chance with him lies. people seem to forget that he’s been voted the best bard in mondstadt for several years now… he’s a popular guy! he has a lot of people swarming him each day, asking for poetry advice, complimenting him, asking for a duet, etc.

so you need to be BOLD. put on them big girl/boy pants and make your interest in HIM as a person clear.

it’s best not to compliment his appearance too much, since, y’know it’s not really his

but don’t focus on poetry too much either.

be flirtatious. once you start talking about poetry, he’ll turn the question back to you. he’ll ask about your knowledge and/or experience with the art.

if you write poetry, good for you, because you’ve got him hooked.

here’s your opening: tell him what topics you like to write poems about (hint: mention the word “love”)

he’ll agree, saying that he writes poems about love as well.

next, you should ask him something along the lines of “does that mean you have a muse?” or some variation. ask him if he has a significant other.

now he’ll realize that your interest in him is different from the rest of mondstadt’s citizens’, and reply that he doesn’t.

if he’s really hooked, he’ll return the question, and once you say no, he’ll invite you to hang out with him more privately another day to discuss poetry.

propose going to angel’s share and you’ll have yourself a husband already

wanderer

this one’s also a tough one.

he’s not quite as standoffish as xiao is, but he’s close to it

he’s kinda just mean …

the only way to impress him is by one-upping him in anything, whether it be in witty comebacks, an assignment in the akedemiya, or in a sparring match.

show him that you’re not a burden, that you can hold your own.

if there’s one thing he hates in a romantic partner, it’s dependency.

i see a lot of people depict wanderer as a sucker for a clingy s/o, but i can’t help but think that he’d absolutely hate that.

he’s been tied down all his life, why would he want the one person who sets his heart free to then tie it down with their mortal limbs? automatic turnoff.

prove to him that you don’t need him, but that he instead needs you.

beat him in a sparring match and he’s drooling istg

you can’t be too avoidant though. he loves the chase, but he won’t chase forever. he values his dignity too much.

it has to be a sort of mutual thing. you chase him for a bit, and he chases you.

“chasing” in this scenario is not what it usually is in others.

with wanderer, chasing is simply finding some excuse to be in your presence.

does that mean he’ll talk to you? absolutely not. in fact, most of your enemies-to-lovers-esque relationship is expressed through actions, not words.

another thing he’s a sucker for: people with a sense of humor.

holy shit. this man never laughs at anything. if you can match his dark sense of humor, he’s whipped.

poor dude hasn’t laughed in forever, tell him a twisted joke or something

[yanadolls]

preying on u tonight

18+, mdni ୨୧

jealous!nagi x fem reader, unprotected sex, degrading, praising, overstimulation, size kink, sending ur nude pics to reo

part one

part two of this req <3

at first, nagi was overjoyed to be with you. after all, this was the girl of his dreams we were talking about. you were perfect- so sweet to him, always giving him a smile and cheering him on during his games and spending time with him when nobody else wouls. then, when he had asked you out and started dating you, it was only going uphill. you made him feel special and loved, always making sure he felt cared for and even making meals for him whenever he was too lazy to eat. nagi was sure he was in love with you from the very start.

so when he eventually found out that you had been sleeping with his best friend for MONTHS, it made his heart drop.

nagi felt betrayed for the first time in his life- both by reo who he trusted, and a bit by you. the white haired boy had gushed over you for god knows how long and the other man who was always supportive; how could reo have been fucking you while encouraging nagi?! then..there was you. after confronting you about this entire situation, he did understand that it was just a friends with benefits thing, and nothing more. he knew you had no feelings for reo and he really did believe you when you said you had loved nagi all along. you were just doing it for stress relief.

however, just because he understood didn't mean he wasn't seething with jealous, blood boiling the entire conversation. nagi didn't hate reo per say, he was just very angry with him at the moment. it was a normal reaction to discovering the fact his best friend was sleeping with his crush for half a year, and had even called you over to fuck the night prior to nagi's confession to you. it made his stomach twist in an uncomfortable feeling, and maybe even causing him to feel anxious.

what if you got bored of him, and went back to reo? what if he couldn't pleasure you as good as his best friend could? nagi needed to prove that he was the right choice, not the other rich man.

"hah..s-shit sei! aah, too much! slow down!"

nagi clicked his tongue at your crying, holding you down by your wrists with one of his larger hands which entirely covered both of yours, thrusting brutally in and out of you. nagi wasn't one to get so worked up emotionally, but this was different. he was jealous and angry, so what better way to make himself feel a bit less bad than burying himself deep into your pussy and showing you who you belonged to? you always took it like a good girl, anyway.

"shut up." he growled against your neck, "sluts like you don't get to command. take all of it and stop complaining."

he didn't intend to be so mean to you, but could you blame him? multiple feelings were bubbling in his chest, primarily jealousy and lust. his intense gaze locked onto your fucked out face, before bringing his vision down to your sopping little hole which had cum leaking out. this was, what- maybe the third time he made you cum already? you were so sensitive it was overwhelming, yet it felt too good to stop. your boyfriend's hand grabbed your face and squished your cheeks, slamming his lips down onto yours with a heated passion.

"do you even understand how it feels to find out- shit.. t-that my girlfriend was fucking around with my best friend before all of this? what are you, some hooker? were you with other men as well?"

he moved his hands to your thighs, pushing them up to your chest so he could dick you down even more. your mind was clouded at this point, and the only thing you could babble out unconsciously were apologies that fell from your lips like a chant, and cries of his name. you really were sorry- you felt awful about it.

"m'so sorry sei! f-fuck, so sorry!!" you choked a sob, trying to bring your eyes to meet his. "was only reo- m'so sorry, baby! please please, w-wish i never did it..!"

nagi's eyes softened at the way your dolly ones were filled with fat tears, guilt written all over them with a hint of lust from how good he was fucking you. he knew that you couldn't have known about his feelings for you while sleeping with reo- if you had, then you definitely wouldn't have been going to him instead of the lazy genius. the purple haired man was the one at blame.

"mh.. such a cute thing, aren't you? can't believe fucking reo got to see this as well."

the mere thought made him feel jealous all over again, although he wasn't mad at you anymore. if he was gonna be angry at anyone, it was 100% going to be his best friend who went behind his back knowing how much nagi liked you.

"m'sorry, so sorry sei! i-if i knew you liked me-"

"shh, love. i know, i know."

with another kiss to your lips, you felt more reassured. nagi wasn't really good at expressing his feelings, but he was starting to feel a bit bad for being so mean during the entire night you two were having sex, even if being a bit more rough with you was turning him on secretly. while the fact reo slept with you still would be on his mind for a month or so.. nagi couldn't find it in him to stay frustrated at you, even if he wanted to.

"you're mine now, yeah? reo could never fuck you the way i do, only my dick could make you get like this.."

nagi was confident in his words for once as he intently watched your expressions, slamming his heavy, fat cock into your overstimulated cunt over and over. you were squirming under him, smaller body bucking up into his larger, much more muscular one without even meaning to. the mere size difference between you and him made his dick throb in your gummy walls, groaning at the bulge his length made every time he thrusted inside you.

"i'm all yours, sei! love you so much..! haah, love your dick s'much.."

"such a cute little thing, aren't you? so tiny and easy to manhandle.."

he pressed deeper into you, tip kissing your cervix and stretching out your walls so deliciously. he didn't miss the way your walls clenched around his dick when he mentioned how small you were compared to him, silently noting that reaction. you felt so full, so connected to him on an intimate level- something you never felt when you were fucking with reo. you never wanted nagi to feel insecure or jealous again- you just loved him too much.

"aah.. g-gunna cum again! oh sei, please please please-"

nagi moved his head back to yours, pressing more gentle yet passionate kisses to your lips, tongue clashing with yours. his rhythm became more sloppy as he buried himself deep inside you, dumping his load into your tummy once more while you cried out and came on his cock.

looking down, the messy sight made his dick twitch again. your hole was leaking with both your cum, dripping onto the bed- and your sweaty, fucked body was just the perfect sight; eyes rolled to your skull, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling quickly, hips still bucking a bit from how stimulated you had been..it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

"stay still, babe."

nagi reached out and grabbed his phone from the nightstand, snapping a photo of you (and you were far too delirious right now to even acknowledge what he just did), before opening a certain someone's messages..

nagi: attachment: 1 image

nagi: you jealous, reo? ur never fucking her again lol

would he regret sending that in the morning? probably. however, he was far too tired now to care. with a lazy clean up and a kiss to your forehead, he held your tinier body in his arms and fell asleep, happy you were only his from now on.

AN; new layout! i hope yall like it xoxo i loved writing this sm ugh jealous nagi is so hot <3

[mqdilen]

⭒ .๋ ࣭ ⊹ ˖ 「𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞—𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲.」

fandom.: bungou stray dogs

synopsis.: bungou stray dogs characters reacting to seeing you in lingerie

ft.: dazai, chuuya, yosano, ranpo, atsushi & fyodor x afab!reader

cw.: !nsfw!, established relationship, vaginal sex, fingering, light bondage, oral sex, pet names, vulgar language

word count.: 2.6k (approximate reading time; nine minutes)

note.: wrote this instead of learning for my a-levels and i really just wanted to practice my character deception and smut writing (?) anyway, hope you enjoy!

☪︎

dazai.:

dazai doesn’t particularly care whether you’re wearing lingerie or not. don’t get him wrong—he appreciates the fine black lace and the way it frames your tits so nicely, making you look absolutely delectable. and the fact that you’ve taken the time, wondering if he would like it, makes his heart swell. but you could just as well be wearing knee-high socks and one of his shirts, and he’d still consider it lingerie.

that said, it is dazai we’re talking about, so expect a lot of teasing—either direct or laced with much innuendo. he absolutely notices the small things too—like the ribbon detailing, or if the lace has any patterns on it—really just letting the sight sink in. something about the sheerness of it all, about seeing you but not seeing everything, just arouses him. it feels scandalous. enticing.

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dazai smirks the moment you start to undress, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks you over. “my, my, belladonna. look at you, all dressed up so prettily for me,” he coos, slowly tracing the lace with his fingers, admiring the delicate fabric. he’s careful not to tear it. “you know, since you go to the trouble of wearing these, you might as well put on a show for me,” he says, and it doesn’t take long before you’re rubbing your clit through your panties, a noticeable stain already soaking the fabric.

desperate little moans escape your lips while he watches you, condescending but oh-so-sweet words falling from his mouth. “come on, bella. you can do better than that. right now, you’re not really deserving of my cock.” he says, seemingly having no regard for the current state you’re in and how much you want to feel him inside of you.

he fists his own cock right in front of you for a little extra motivation, the tip already leaking pre-cum and practically begging for your warm, slick cunt, almost making you drool at how ethereal he looks. every lazy stroke of his hand makes you whimper, the need between your legs growing unbearable. only when you’re soaking wet, your movements slower and more urgent, does he finally let you ride his aching cock—his eyes leaving your bouncing tits only to drink in your fucked-out expression. “tired already, love? aah, just a bit longer… your expression looks so beautiful right now.”

chuuya.:

chuuya likes you going out of your way to surprise him, especially with such a nice setting—your bedroom dim, jazz playing low, wine already poured. however, he never would have thought you’d surprise him with lingerie. not that he’s complaining, though. in fact, he loves seeing you like this, seeing the thigh stockings squeezing your plump flesh just right. he loves that you chose a bolder color too! although it wouldn’t really matter since anything looks gorgeous on you, but the red really has his focus. it’s striking, fiery, and impossible to ignore—just like you. and it’s such a nice contrast against your skin.

if he had known you were going to buy lingerie for him, he definitely would have kept you company, maybe made you try different sets on too, and perhaps have you suck him off in the dressing room.

---

as you slowly undress in front of chuuya, revealing your red lingerie, he’s momentarily stunned before letting out an amused huff. “appreciate the sight, doll,” he says, taking his sweet time admiring the stitching, drawn to the way the lace hugs your curves.

he orders you to take a spin, slowly, stopping once your ass is in view. he runs a gloved hand along the curve, snapping the fabric of the lace against your skin teasingly before spanking you once. you let out a whine at the slightly painful sensation before he traces soothing circles around the pink mark. his hand then slides between your thighs, one finger gliding along your clothed slit. he admires the way your body reacts to his touch before his hand reaches the curve of your ass again. this time, he delivers another slap—harder than the last, but still bearable.

despite his earlier reverence and the restraint he was showing, his patience eventually snaps, and he pushes you face-first against the window, tearing the fabric with ease. in his mind, you could always buy a new one, and he’ll gladly lend you the money for it if it means he gets to see you like this more often. he rubs his dick against your ass leisurely, drawing out little moans from you before he thrusts it into your already drenched cunt. “damn, you’re so fucking hot, darling. gonna fill you up good tonight. god—you have no idea how pretty you look right now.”

yosano.:

yosano had never seen you in any form of special lingerie besides the usual matching bra and panties you wear daily, perhaps sometimes decorated with a bit of lace. so it comes as a surprise when she sees you walking out of the bathroom in a delicate ivory lace set instead of a towel, especially when you said you’d only take a shower.

she’s confused for a second but definitely appreciates the sight, particularly since the set you chose looks somewhat vintage—much to her delight and in line with her sense of style. yet, there’s a subtle hint of disappointment in her, that you chose to reveal yourself in such a tempting outfit only now. then again, she could have taken the lead as well, considering how much she likes to tease you, especially when it involves such sensuality.

---

yosano hums in approval, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “well, look at you. i didn’t know you had such refined taste.” she steps closer, fingers grazing the hem of the lace, inspecting its quality. the floral details catch her attention, and she traces the pattern with a velvety touch before slowly beginning to strip the top off of you. as much as she enjoys seeing the creamy lace on you, she’d much rather see you without it, caressing your smooth skin with her bare hands.

“don’t worry. i think these might come in handy later,” she says in a suggestive manner, clearly hinting at something. and that something isn’t far off as she continues to strip you, planting feathery kisses along your soft skin. you enjoy the attention she’s giving you, feeling your cheeks grow warmer as her kisses become more demanding. eventually, she uses the lingerie to lightly tie your hands to the bed frame, your expression earning an amused chuckle from her.

she continues to plant kisses down your neck to your breasts, sucking on one of your nipples while teasing your clit with a deft touch. a soft moan escapes your lips as your body tenses up at the sensation, and you rub yourself against her, wanting her to touch you more. your gaze grows pleading as you look up at her, and she teases your entrance before pushing two fingers inside of you. you arch your back ever so slightly, craving her to push deeper. “tsk, tsk, tsk, what an impatient little thing you are,” she says before removing her hand, enjoying seeing you struggle, unable to feel her touch no matter how much you want to or how much you beg. “aw, don’t give me that look, dear. if you’re being good, then i’ll continue.”

ranpo.:

ranpo loves attention—your attention especially. he’s shameless about it too, always acting like he deserves to be pampered, spoiled, adored. even when he’s not trying to be sexy, somehow he still is—lying around lazily, smirking at you like he knows exactly what he does to you. he’s a brat sometimes, but that only makes it even better when you finally get to catch him off guard. though, that’s hard, considering he’s able to deduce what you’re planning from a mile away.

still, you try anyway, hoping he’ll miss just this one small detail that makes everything click into place. however, it seems you failed today’s attempt at surprising him. when you enter the bedroom in a sheer, soft pink lingerie set—the color reminding him of one of his favorite candies, which was probably intentional—he looks nowhere near surprised. or is he?

---

ranpo blinks up at you from where he’s sprawled out on the bed, having already suspected you were up to something since you took too long to change and he heard the shuffle of clothes. however, he didn’t expect this—so he’s definitely surprised, if only for a second. he’s blushing slightly before clearing his throat, trying to mask his flustered state. “oh? what’s this? a gift? for me?” he purrs, stretching like a cat as he sits up straight.

you roll your eyes playfully, noticing the faint blush on his cheeks and teasing him about it. upon hearing all your embarrassing words, he grows pouty, crossing his arms and looking away—though only slightly. a tinge of guilt gnaws at you as you crawl onto the bed with him, earning a chuckle when you try to comfort him, but he only acted out so you’d come closer without him needing to get up. you played right into his hands. “look at you... all sweet and concerned just for me,” he hums, brushing a finger along the curve of your breast as he admires the neat stitching of your top. “hope you don’t mind if i skip unwrapping you—i’m a little impatient tonight.”

before you can even tease him back, ranpo mouths hungrily along your throat, his fingers already slipping beneath the lace, shameless and greedy. your breath hitches as he suddenly clings to you, and you return the favor, kissing him with just as much desire. however, ranpo doesn’t hold out long, so he’s out of breath pretty soon, which means he makes you do all the work. of course, that includes you sucking him off with your tits out, too lazy to do anything himself despite the effort you put into wearing this just for him. but you oblige his wishes, knowing that what comes after will be even sweeter. “don’t worry, i’ll reward you after you finish, sweetheart.”

atsushi.:

atsushi isn’t used to being the center of attention, especially not the kind you give him. it doesn’t matter how many times you compliment him, how many lingering looks you throw his way—he’s still easily flustered. but deep down, he craves it, craves being wanted. he just can’t get over the fact that someone as beautiful as you actually likes him, wants him. it’s deeply rooted inside his mind from years of abuse at the orphanage that he’s not worthy of such love. though you slowly get him accustomed to it, step by step.

today is another step, where you want to show just how much you appreciate him with a little gift. he looks confused and nervous when he shows up, probably wondering if he missed your anniversary or something after you texted him to come over, saying you have a surprise for him. and when he sees you waiting for him in a white lace set, his heart races and his cheeks turn red. turns out, atsushi is utterly weak for white lingerie. the color feels so delicate, pure, and almost bridal, and the symbolism absolutely scrambles his brain—even if you didn’t intend it to be.

---

“you… what are you–!” he stammers, his eyes darting everywhere but you. it’s only when you tell him to look at you that he slowly drags his gaze back, seemingly a bit embarrassed. you take a few steps closer, allowing him to better notice the gorgeous yet simple set. it’s not too much, but not too little, and he appreciates that.

he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, his breath hitching slightly. “you’re absolutely breathtaking. of course, y-you’re always breathtaking, but you know… this really suits you. i mean, everything you wear suits you but–” you shut him up with a kiss, asking if he likes what he sees with a teasing smile on your lips. he looks at you, a bit flustered, before sighing to regain his composure, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “shut up,” he says sarcastically, nipping at your neck before picking you up and laying you down on the bed. you giggle at the sudden movement, and he climbs on top of you, seeming a tad more confident than before.

“just so you know, it’s totally your fault if these get ruined,” he teases lightly before kissing down your chest, trailing lower until he reaches your pussy. he pushes the fabric aside and drags a slow, teasing stripe through your folds with his tongue. his hands grip your thighs, holding you firmly in place as his tongue circles and flicks, drawing desperate moans from you. when you’re gasping for air, he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his voice low and sincere. “you’re so beautiful, just like this,” he murmurs before diving back in, making your world spin with every lap of his tongue.

fyodor.:

fyodor and you don’t have sex very often, but when you do, it’s always a pleasure in itself. however, lately, you start feeling bored with the same old routine, craving something new. the timing just wasn’t right until now, and my god, do you look absolutely stunning in that white lingerie set. so pure, so innocent, and so angelic. he just loves seeing you in that color. it stirs something inside of him, like he’s defiling something sacred.

he just can't stop thinking about how beautiful you look... and how satisfying it will be to ruin you, to corrupt you. and the fact you did all of this out of your own will, just to please him, gives him such a power trip. it shows your devotion and submission to him, all the while feeding into his superiority complex, making him think you offer yourself to him—which, essentially, you do.

---

fyodor freezes in the doorway the moment he sees you—bathed in soft, warm light, delicate white lace hugging your body like a second skin. for a moment, he doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe, his eyes drinking you in with a kind of reverence. a small smile tugs at his lips, deceptively gentle, as he steps closer. “how sweet of you,” he murmurs, voice velvety, a finger coming up to trace the curve of your bare shoulder. “dressing yourself up just for me… like a lamb to the slaughter.” before you can even respond, his hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze—the soft white lace suddenly feeling far too fragile for the things he has in mind.

you chuckle faintly, enjoying the way he undresses you with his eyes alone. fyodor toys with the lace, sliding the delicate fabric up your thighs while dragging his fingertips along your skin so lightly it makes you shiver. he hums thoughtfully, pretending to admire you as if he has all the time in the world, even as he feels you growing impatient. his hands peel away the layers of fabric, piece by piece, with agonizing slowness, making you desperate for him to finally touch you. “you dressed so prettily, myshka,” he says, his voice dripping with false sweetness, “and you expect me to ruin you so quickly?” his lips brush over your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. he loves having this much control over you…

when you’re finally bare for him, he doesn’t waste a second, pressing you down against the bed and slipping between your thighs almost ferally. his fingers dig into your hips as he pushes into you, slow but deep, dragging a broken moan from your lips. the stretch burns just right, and he savors the way you clutch at him, needy and trembling beneath his weight. “so perfect,” he breathes against your throat, rolling his hips harder, deeper, like he’s trying to carve the feeling of him into you.

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[jesuistrestriste]

sage i NEED dilf!art pulling down his baby blue pajama pants and getting pegged ib: the end of your last art getting pegged ask

it’s the end of a long day.

art has been working on his laptop all afternoon and evening, the sun now below the horizon as the apartment gets bathed in warm, artificial light from lamps scattered around the living room. he’s still in his pajamas from this morning. a white tee shirt. soft blue joggers. he sighs as he closes his device and lolls his head back against the couch.

you arrive back at your guys’ place just as he’s beginning to relax into the cushions. kicking off your shoes and shutting the door behind you, your keys jingling in your hand as you walk up behind him. you kiss his cheeks, stroke his short blonde hair, and then whisper to him.

“hi, baby.”

he’s melting into you like softened butter. his pretty blues blinking open tiredly as he pulls himself up from the couch and walks over to you. his arms encircle your frame. “mmn.. made you dinner, it’s on the stove..” he murmurs into your neck.

you nod and run a hand down his spine, reveling in the way it arches under your touch. curving into a perfect arc as he shudders. a soft hum of approval leaves your lips, and then you slip out of his hold to walk down the hall and into the bedroom.

it was a happy accident, really. you’d only gone in there to get out of your work clothes. it wasn’t really your fault that the strap at the back of the closet caught your eye. it’d been a while since you’d bent art into all kinds of pretty positions and made him moan so loud that the neighbors had to leave a note on your door the next morning..

you come out of the bedroom and place your hands on your hips, smirking softly as you walk up to your husband. he’s standing in the kitchen and pouring the both of you a glass of sweet wine. he smiles when he feels you approach, but his face immediately drops when he turns and takes in the sight of you. black, lacy lingerie.. his favorite set.. and the rubbery purple strap bobbing in front of your pelvis. he swallows thickly, his breathing picking up—his chest beginning to rise and fall quickly. his stomach swoops. four of his fingers swipe over your torso, and then he’s biting his bottom lip.

“oh, god, please..”

it doesn’t take much more than that before you’re tugging him against you and flipping him around so that you can bend him over the marble countertop. he winces when his cheek presses into the cold surface, but then he squirms—whimpers—and reaches back to pull down his pajama bottoms. his black briefs come down right after. you suck two of your fingers into your mouth, covering them in spit, and then ease them inside him. it’s so easy to work him open nowadays, it’s like your touch is a muscle relaxant.

“aah—fuck—“ he moans, his brow pinching up as he claws at the counter.

you prod at the sensitive gland inside his walls until he’s squeezing your digits for more, his cock leaking and hanging heavily between his legs.

“ready?” you ask.

he nods, “fuck me, need it, just fuck me, baby..”

you pull your slick touch away from him and then guide the tip of the dildo into his hole. your free hand pushes down on the center of his back, fisting his tee. “good boy.. taking me so well..”

he keens as he feels you slide into him and bottom out, and then he’s groaning as he tries to rock back against your pelvis.

once you’re completely inside, you slide your touch to his hips and begin building a rhythm. in and out and in and out and in and out, but it’s still too agonizingly slow for art. it always is. he much prefers when you’re thrusting so hard that he can’t even speak. it’s better that way.

“want more?” you murmur, groping his ass with one hand as the other moves from his hip to his hair, tugging his head up from the counter, “want me to go faster?”

he chokes around a wet cry; his chin is already covered in drool, glistening like quartz.

you take that as a yes.

rearing back, you pull out four inches before slamming them back in—the motion punching a ragged gasp from his lungs. you lean over his back, pressing your chest to it, and lick over the back of his exposed neck. “thaaat’s it, take it, take it, take it, artie..”

your hips move a mile a minute now as you pummel into him, the slap of skin on skin echoing out and bouncing off of the walls. he’s a beautiful, disastrous combination of shaky limbs and tense muscles and broken moans that make him sound like he’s dying. every thrust elicits a sharp gasp or a sob from him. this is the way he likes it. when he can’t move or think or speak without your say-so. when you’ve got him so close to the edge that he gets dizzy.

“t—tou—mngh!—m’fuck, ah, ah, touch—‘m s’hard, it hurts—“

you fuck him rougher.

his eyes roll back.

“want me to touch your cock? is that what you want?”

a nod of his head.

“if i touch you down there, are you gonna make a mess of our flooring?”

another nod. he gulps down a yelp.

“fine then.. only because i know you worked so hard today.. and you missed me.. and you made dinner..” you smirk.

he nods at all of it. he has worked so hard. he needs this—he needs you.

you move the hand in his hair to his length, and a swell of heat thrums in your gut at the feel of him. he’s throbbing and wet and absolutely burning in your hold. he’s so, so close to losing it, you know that for sure now. as soon as he feels your fingers curl around his shaft, his hips jolt and his balls draw up. his jaw slacks open. and then his eyes flutter and squeeze shut. you know that look. you know it too well.

he’s about to—

“i’m—!” he wails, and then he’s convulsing below you, his abdomen contracting against the counter as his knees buckle.

he comes.

hard.

it splurts from his tip like a fountain. gushing between your fingers and sticking like melted ice cream. you fuck him through it all, letting the strap bruise his prostate as you milk him dry.

“ugh, you’re cumming so hard, don’t stop,” you groan out encouragingly, rubbing yourself against the harness, watching him shudder and pant and writhe with the waves of pleasure that lap at his nerves.

you pump him in your hand until he starts to hiccup and whimper. he’s drained of nearly all of his energy, but he musters up just enough to let out a soft sob.

“t’much,” he slurs.

he’d push your touch away if he could. any more and he’d probably pass out. stars are already spattered in his vision, his face prickling with heat.

you give him one last down-stroke and let the remains of his load dribble out. his cock kicks in your hold.

“ah, aah, ah.. done, please, fuck..”

you kiss his shoulder, stroking his hair. the strap stays buried in him, all seven rubbery inches being held in his warmth. it’s almost painfully good.

“i love it when you do that,” you whisper into the fabric of his shirt.

“ngh.. do what?” he wipes at his mouth, the excess saliva being cleared away. the blush on his face burns brighter when he realizes just how much you’ve wrecked him. it’s not surprising, but it always gets him a little embarrassed.

“when you let yourself get lost in it.”

he sniffles and tries to push himself up from the marble, but his biceps are trembling too hard and he just collapses back down. a small, pained noise leaves his lips. you shush him and stroke his jaw.

“just relax.. i’m still inside you.. i’ve got you..”

it’s hard for him to not be able to see your face after he orgasms. to not be able to hold you, and be held. but he knows he’s gotta listen and calm down if he wants to get what he needs. he has to let you take care of him. and god, you do it best.

“o-okay.. can you just hold my hand?”

it’s a simple request but it’s something that makes your chest ache. his hand raises from where it lays and opens up in anticipation. its a silent plea.

your fingers slide between his and interlock.

“i’m here.”

he lets out a breath he’s been holding in. slow, shaky, relieved.

“you’re here.”

[oreo-creampies]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, suggestive with toji, mentions of his hard dick, toji smells your panties after taking them off you, mentions of smoking with stoner!choso, cuddles with choso and sukuna, back massage with toji, confessions, jealousy towards a stuffed bear, toji calls ya mama, sukuna teases you and calls you pet, true form!sukuna, plenty of kisses, they are all soft for you how can they not be your wonderful babes, established relationship

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @akumuprincess I'm so sorry to hear that you're having a shit day😭🥺 I've recently been imagining really often about the jjk men holding you (me, us, the reader, everyone idk how to text😭) after a hard day, because I've had it pretty rough the last few weeks and just imagine them hugging you and holding you close while stroking your back or hair! I feel like Toru would drown you in little kisses all over your face while caressing your hair and cooing sweet nothings at you. Suguru would have you sit in his lap, holding you as close as possible, letting you talk about your worries and frustrations, humming and stroking your skin softly until you relax under his touch. Toji I feel like would give you a relaxing massage and then let you bury yourself in his huge chest while you lie on top of him! I think even our mean king of curses would be softer if you've had a rough day, letting you be more affectionate and clingy, he'd still bully you about it, but wouldn't let you go off his grasp, trapping you in the bed with him hoping it'll make you feel better. They'd be just so gentle and sweet aah, I really hope you feel better by the end of the day, I'm sending you hugs and kisses 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Oreo; thank you for this cute idea! I’ve been thinking about choso a little too much! Toji has a little sexual tension to it, but he does his best to behave. After writing this I realizing that sukuna in true form would give wonder massages

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

Gently, slowly trailing kisses up the side of your face, to the middle of your forehead, down the length of your nose. Cupping your other cheek, lovingly kissing you. Slowly swiping his thumb along your cheek.

Pulling away, “Let’s cuddle on the balcony, look out at the smoke n’ watch the stars try to be as beautiful as you.” Kissing your cheek.

Squeezing Choso’s slim, sculpted waist, hard underneath your squishy thighs. “Don’t let me go.” Slipping your fingers into his soft hair, freeing it. Lightly dragging your nails along his head.

Choso half open, eyes are blood shot, full of admiration and love for you. The way he looks at you has you forgetting the rest of the room. When he smiles down at you, “Never dream of it love dove. I'm your’s forever.” there is only him.

He stands up, holding up the bong for your to carry before picking up his black rolling tray from his bedside. Kissing where his tattoo stretches into his cheek. “I can't believe I get to be your’s.” He flicks on the fairy lights strung along the balcony’s ceiling.

A soft kiss on your forehead and the last of the tension is melting from your body. “Who else could I hope to belong too but a perfect Angel.” Stepping out into the cool autumn air. Sitting down on the sofa looking out at the tree line.

You slip your hair out of his hair, kissing his forehead. Turning around in his lap, grabbing the tray from him, setting it down the bong down. “Lean back for a moment love dove let me make sure your cozy in a blanket. Don't want you to get a chill.” Resting on Choso’s warm, broad bare chest.

He grabs the neatly folded blanket next to you, spreading the blanket over your lap. “Thank you handsome, you’re wonderful I love you.” He squeezes your soft side, his gentle large hands comforting. You’ve never felt so secure in yourself or in a relationship before Choso.

“I love you too love dove. You’re my everything.” Another kiss, and you want countless more. Closing your eyes enjoying his soft lips on your temple.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

“I’ll be good but I can’t promise that my cock won’t be hard.” Sliding your underwear off, holding the messy part to his nose, taking a deep breath. “I’ll use this lace piece to jerk off when you take a nap.” Looking into your eyes, “Missed ya mama.” Tossing your underwear behind him.

Running your his hard, “I missed you too, couldn’t wait to get home when I got your text. And how is that behaving?” He stands up, leaning over you, kissing your forehead. Grabbing your hips and squeezing. Toji’s loving, gentle kiss and his warm large hands on your soft body is everything you need.

“I could’ve licked ‘em clean like I wanted.” Kissing your cheek, sliding his hands up your waist. “Lay down on ya stomach beautiful.” You stretch out on the bed, turning your head to the side. The smell of his conditioner clinging to the pillow.

After three weeks had started to fade from the large black sweater he lasted wore and from his side of the bed. It didn’t feel like home without him.

Closing your eyes. “If ya fall asleep then I’ll clean ya up n tuck ya n, I’ll be smokin’ on the balcony watchin’ tv if ya need me.” Straddling your ass, making himself comfortable. His hard dick resting on your cheeks. “If ya take a nap after we can order some take out get in the shower together whilst we are waiting.”

Toji leans over kissing both your shoulders, slowly smearing lotion up your back with his large warm hands. “I’ll wash ya up, give you one of my shirts spray ya in my cologne.” Relaxing your shoulders, not realizing how you’ve been tensing up throughout the day. He works on the tight pinch between your shoulder blades with one hand.

Lifting your head, “Will you take my make up off?” Your head hits the pillow, holding it up being too much effort. Closing your eye, smiling at Toji’s heavy sigh, picturing his pout.

Kissing the top of your head. “Lucky I love you.” Focusing on the knot between your shoulders. Gently messaging up towards your neck, letting out a soft sigh when his large fingers wrap around your neck, gently kneading.

“Thank you handsome, I love you too.” Wiggling your cheeks, he lifts his hips up. Grabbing more lotion pouring some on your back. Smearing it towards your sides, squeezing.

You are admired, beautiful and loved laying on your shared bed with pouty Toji giving you a message. “Teasin me with your beautiful ass how is that fair?” Gently messaging your lower back finding the knots there. “Now stay still, lemme take care of ya mama.”

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

“You sure you want me? That giant Teddy Bear of your’s seems to be-oh!” Sukuna intentionally stumbles forward onto you. Calculating his fall onto you to involve shoving your stuffed animal off the bed.

Caging you in between two of his large hands, grabbing your hips. Nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing you into the bed. Sukuna lightly bites making your squirm. “Didn’t look like you needed me since you picked the bear.” Leaning away, cupping your cheek, the mouth on his hand giving you a soft kiss.

His cheeks flushing pink. “Without a thought of coming to see if you could cuddle me.” He glances down at your lips when you smile for the first time since coming home. Letting go of your face, grabbing waist, lifting you off the bed.

Sukuna lays down, setting you down on his lap. He is shirtless like always, part of the population is seeing him traversing around town half naked. “The great, powerful, handsome sukuna is,” siding your hand down his bare chest enjoying the warmth of his hard pecs.

“Is what? Spit it out pet.” He gently slips his fingers underneath your chin to tilt your head up to admire your face. Sliding both his hands down your thighs, squeezing them. He’s been getting handiser, unable to keep to himself.

You love it, the softer he gets for you the more you fall for him.

All four of his hands comforting, warm, and big. One of the mouths on his hands peppering kisses along your side. “Jealous of a teddy bear blushing pink because he doesn't know how to handle the feelings he has for one measly little brat.” The mouth across his abs vanishes, you lay down, resting your head on his chest.

“You know people are scared to breathe in my presence.” His chest rumbles when he speaks. Kissing his chest, the resting your heard, the heart pounding of his vessel pounding faster.

“Back in my day, ok old man.” Sitting up, kissing his cheek, whatever happened earlier today no longer matters for the moment. All that your concerned with is the beautiful monster beneath you. “I love you.”

Sukuna smirks, “I know ya do pet. What else would explain your baffling behavior. When you first saw me and smiled I knew you were a dumbass.” He pinches your nose shut wiggling your head, gently flicking your forehead.

Grabbing his wrist and biting his finger. Letting go when his hand on your thigh bites back. “I'm your dumbass! I wonder if I'll get to hear you say it back.”

He leans in and softly whispers, “I love you.” Leaning back his expression indifferent, crimson eyes cold which his cheeks are redder than. “Now don't think about trying to hear those stupid words from anyone else.”

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[supernova41st]

(•••) got you a present!

Sonic (characters) x reader *What gifts would they give?

A/n: This idea can e out of nowhere but it’s cute so why not. We’re keeping this one short and sweet because I wanna see if anyone likes my sonic writing. Also knuckles more movie based since I haven’t really seen other forms of media with him in it—other than that the others are pretty general, enjoy!!

Warnings: None

Divider creds: @enchanthings-a

Knuckles

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Well.. he definitely gives you gifts!!

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Knuckles mostly gives you things he randomly finds outdoors, rocks, sticks, leafs, etc.

“Whatcha got there, Knuckles?”

“It appears to be a pine cone.. hm, (Y/N) would enjoy having this pine cone!”

“..Yeah I bet 😀”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Don’t put him in charge of gift wrapping. Obviously he isn’t that good since he doesn’t use his individual fingers. He isn’t a fan of doing it either, he’d be wasting 10 different rolls of wrapping paper and tape.

“Why.. won’t.. this.. stuffed.. bear.. be consumed by the wrapping paper!!”

“Aww, you got me a bear?”

“AAH! You were not supposed to hear that!!”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Depending on your liking of nature things, he’s pretty average at gift giving. So he’s a solid 8/10

Shadow

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Shadow is kinda chique with it (only because he’s dating you), he’d be buying you expensive perfumes the most.

“Jesus, shadow! Carolina Herrera? This is like the most expensive perfume I know!!”

“Yeah? Well, I just saw how popular it was so I thought you’d like it..”

“No it’s nice, it’s just real pricy—wait how’d you get this??”

“Don’t worry about it, just use it. That thing wasn’t easy to get”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི NEVER gives anyone but you a gift. The best he’ll give anyone is 10$ in a Christmas card if he feels like it

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི If you put him in charge of wrapping gifts he’d do it a little too well. His wrapping is IMPOSSIBLE to open! For knuckles it’s light work but the gift inside gets pretty ruined afterwards

“Who did the wrapping for this? I can barely open it!”

“It was me, what? You too weak to open some thin paper??”

“Dude—no one here can open any of the gifts you wrapped. What’d you put your whole chaos energy in this thing?”

ྀིྀིྀིྀ Shadow is totally a 9.5/10, he goes a bit overboard but it’s better than nothing.

Amy

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Amy absolutely LOVES gift giving. She’s real good at it too!! All the gifts she’s given have always ended up in the person having a warm smile on their face (except for shadow)

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི She’s mostly good at getting her gf(s) gifts, can you blame her? Girlies understanding girlies <33

“Here you go (Y/N)! This one’s from me”

“gasp How’d you know I use glow recipe??”

“You left your moisturizer at my house once—hope you like it”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Her casual gifts are more crafty than her holiday/birthday ones. She’d randomly give some cute friendship bracelet or an origami version of you.

“Just keep your eyes closed, no peaking!”

“Okay okay!! Just hurry up your getting me excited”

“Alright.. open”

“Aww! Is this a little version of you?”

“Yep, you can carry it around with you so that I’m still with you when you’re not there ^^”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི Her gift wrapping is done with so much care, not a single open flap of wrapping paper in sight. Although she does tend to use gift bags more often, it’s just easier and looks cuter in her opinion.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀ Amy is an easy 10/10. Seriously, this girl does not play when it comes to got gift giving.

[prael]

I challenge you to a 20 minute writing challenge.

20 mins to write something based on 1 item on your left, and the 1st idol on your Tumblr Dashboard.

First idol on my dashboard: IVE Rei. Object on my left: A glass of milk.

MILK

18+ IVE Naoi Rei x male reader smut Masterlist

Words: 1250

"Rei!" You slam closed the door of the refrigerator and make for the one into the living room. "Rei! When the milk is empty, you put the carton in the recycling!"

There she is, sitting on the couch, with a glass full of the stuff. She shrugs and says, "The empty carton is to remind us to buy milk."

"You mean it reminds me that I need to buy milk, because god knows you won't!" You run a hand through your hair, which is starting to go frizzy in the heat and the stress.

"I buy milk all the time!"

"Name one time."

Rei just blinks and stares, like the request is absolutely foreign to her. Her mouth slightly parted as she struggles to find an answer.

"That's what I thought, but sure, you just sit there with a glass full of the milk I bought."

Rei looks down, into the depths of the glass. "Oh."

"Oh?" You're throwing your arms in the air in defeat. "'Oh' is the best you can do, Rei?"

"You want this milk?" Rei throws you a dark, mischievous look. "Sure, you can have it." Then Rei tilts the glass towards herself, letting some it spill over her chest and into her cleavage. "Oops."

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

Rei just smiles that same smile and pours a little more onto her chest, splashing against her bare skin and then spilling into her white shirt. She starts to shift around uncomfortably. "It's really cold," she says, laughing as milk soaks her.

"You're insane."

"It tastes real good you know." She undoes the top two buttons and reveals her glistening skin beneath. "Taste it."

"I'm leaving, Rei." You roll your eyes and make for the bedroom. "You know we can't do this shit anymore. Make sure you clean up."

"Leaving, huh?" Rei giggles and pours some more milk—it soaks into her jeans now. "Guess I better enjoy myself."

"Whatever," you say as you start to walk past her.

"Mmmm, yup, that's the spot. Oh geez, I'm totally ruining the sofa, this is great. It's getting me so wet. So cold, aah..." Rei's soft little moans start to fill the room. "Mmm, shit, this feels nice." She doesn't even look up at you. She knows what she's doing.

But even knowing she's crazy doesn't stop your feet from stopping in the living room. It doesn't stop you from watching, as more and more milk drips down her exposed skin, or as her white shirt clings desperately to her breasts. Or when her nipples push up against the material, when they show through so clearly. Or as she squeezes herself gently through her shirt. Her legs start to tremble. "Oh my god, this is amazing."

Your blood flows in only one direction, and with your heartbeat pumping you can feel all the annoyance leave your head. You stare, and Rei giggles into her drink. The last little dribble falls into her lap. Her legs twitch as the chill goes up and down her body.

"I really, really need someone to clean me up," she says as if she's talking to herself, and not to you, her roommate.

A second passes in silence. The distant voices from the television are like faint static in your ears.

Then the scene fades out as you lose consciousness of your actions. Fades out into a series of rapid stills. Snapshots of time and memory and images, flashing before you: of you throwing your pants to the side, of pulling her shirt over her head, of licking a drip of milk running down her navel, of the way she calls you an idiot in-between heavy breaths. There's her bra on the floor, her hand on your head, pulling you closer to her breast.

Your face a mess, and the milk now a hint sweeter as it lingers on your taste buds. Your hands struggling to unfasten her pants, peeling the material off her soaked skin. Her panties, the lacy black pair with the red bow in the middle, soon to find her ankles. You're tasting more of her than the milk now. Some twisted combination of the two on your tongue, your mouth exploring every inch of her cunt. The taste of her driving you mad.

Everything gets so fast. Time rushing by, skipping seconds in a sequence, one scene bleeding to the next with nothing in between. Everything overlaid with an unbreaking daze. The point of your head buried in her, her arms above her head and clenching tightly on the back of the sofa, and your tongue ravishing her pussy.

Only Rei's voice grounds you from your delirium. "Right there," she cries out. "Right there, yeah, lick right there... I'm cumming for you."

But the experience is a rush—her voice in your head sounds tinny and distorted. It barely makes sense to you, your own mind floating just out of touch. Your nerves are buzzing, and your arousal burns like an unstoppable wildfire.

The room shifts. Not literally, but in your perception, your field of vision twisting and turning until Rei is suddenly on all fours before you, her naked back and ass pointing into the air. Your hands caress her perfect skin, smooth like satin. Each touch sends shockwaves through the surface. You grab her hips, firmly, pulling her toward yourself and closer to your dripping cock, ready to fill her. And in a fluid motion, you slide yourself into her. She squeaks in delight.

Now your focus tightens on each thrust, each motion of you plunging inside Rei. You pull on her hair, gently, as she pushes her hips backwards to meet you. You told yourself a hundred times that the last time would truly be the last time. A lie you keep telling yourself. No matter how much it happens, she always manages to crawl her way back under your skin and into your blood. She's a disease that refuses to end, the toxicity you keep coming back to for more.

Her voice breaks out in an uncontrollable series of moans. Loud, forceful, and totally in control as you rock your hips back and forth. She grips your hand on her hip. "Harder," she cries, "fuck me, please, fuck me as hard as you can."

The warmth of her drives you further and further into a well of pleasure so deep you can't see the bottom.

Her moans become frantic and excited. Your breaths become deep and ragged, and your pulse pounds in your eardrums as a sweat comes to the surface. You close in and kiss her back, tasting her fair skin again. As the pace builds, so too does the pressure well up inside you—a sharp heat inside, about to break loose.

"Harder," Rei screams, and bites her lip as you deliver, you feeling her shudder and collapse as if every bit of strength left her all at once. Her body responds involuntarily to your movements, jerking in time. As it does, it sparks a response inside you. You bury your head between her shoulders and squeeze her hips as you cum—delight ripples and flows throughout your body.

She screams and trembles and collapses onto the sofa, pulling you down after her. You rest your chest against her back and kiss her neck tenderly. You share your heaving breaths and hot, sticky sweat. The room spins. Rei pants and speaks not a word.

In your head you tell yourself, 'this is the last time.'

[inc0gnitoo]

Hey love, I would like to request a Jinx x F!Reader. Imagine that the reader moves with Jinx to another city for a better start and they get married and have twins through in vitro fertilization. Now with two kids, they haven't had many intimate moments. Could you write a scenario where they get some alone time with lots of smut and fluff too, please? Top Jinx ok?

There isn't much of that around here and I would love to read stuff like that. Thanks 🫰🏻

OMGGGG this is adorable i could totally see jinx wanting to escape piltover and zaun, new life but still just as crazy! so cute- 🤞🤞i had a lot of fun writing this. i hope you enjoy!

CW- female terms for reader, smut but w a little plot, top jinx of course, lesbianism, jinx is still crazy, just less so, voice kink??

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

the voice of your wife, jinx, was unmistakably beautiful. you had gotten quite accustomed to the sound of her calling you over, whether to help with isha or vanalia, your two daughters, or to check out another painting. and everytime you’d come at her call.

she wasn’t the only one who’d call for you, though. isha, your oldest child, was quite the little inventor. you and jinx always called her ‘lil jinxy’ for how alike she was to her mother. vanalia, quiet and timid, never quite understood the idea of inventing, but she loved to read, and she’d tell you every little story her six year old brain came up with. one of those stories sounding eerily familiar to something jinx had told you once before..

the big city brought many promises for the two of you, and one of those was a nice home to come to, and beautiful daughters that awaited. and lucky for you, your wife jinx was just as imaginative and crazy.

despite loving spending time with your family and the chaos that ensued, the two of you were in a desperate search for a break. after careful consideration, you decided to take a weekend off. of course you loved your daughters, but that voice of jinx’s that you cherished so much was becoming less and less, more filled with exhaustion and the tire of being a parent. you knew she needed time off, and just as much as she did.

so, you treated her to a break.

“ngh, doll, yea, right there—“

with your head buried between her legs, her nimble fingers entangled in the strands of your hair, she praised you, hips rolling into your face as she fucked herself on you, “don’t—act cocky, aah.. i’m going to fuck your face til you can’t breathe.”

and she was 100% right. your fingers pumped in and out, curling into her walls and searching for her release like a puppy begging for a treat, desperately seeking to please your beautifully crazy wife who’s pussy was making you this drunk.

“harder, harder. i’ll cum—“

you wrapped your lips around her clit and eased your fingers up to a ruthless pace, pain in your arm but fuck, who cares?? when she was demanding orgasm from you, you’d give it to her.

and she came, just as she promised, and nearly ripped your hair out at the force she used to pull it. her back arched and that beautiful voice of hers you were addicted to cried out in ecstasy.

why did i mention her calling you over? oh! right!

bringing yourself up from her thighs, your face wet with her slick, you didn’t even get a chance before jinx shot her hand to your throat, tugging you up to her bliss-fucked face, “come here. it’s your turn, sunshine.”

ugh, just her voice alone could send you.

jinx was thrusting her fingers into you at a pace only she could master, fucking up into your tight cunt, lewd noises filling your hotel room, “who’s being so good for me? that’s right! you are, baby.”

she praised you so well, rewarding you with mindblowing orgasms back to back to back, hitting every right angle and splitting your mind into a filthy mess of desire and craving.

“j-jinx! mmg.. don’t stop, f-feels so good—“

“why would i do that silly? your pussy is calling me.”

and, of course, with those moans spilling out of your mouth, you were calling her too.

the more you came the happier jinx was, knowing she was giving her wife the satisfaction she knew she could give, your body was like her own little toy, learning what buttons to press and what kinks to make use of.

and she loved your body, the way your breasts would bounce as she fucked into you with the strap, how you’d shake and grip onto any part of her that could give you support. and how beautiful your eyes looked as they rolled into the back of your pretty little head.

and once she finally gave you a break (which took a few hours that night) she’d stroke your cheek, admiring the beads of sweat that fell down your forehead, every wrinkle and crevice. her finger grazing the skin of your face with such gentleness and fragility that she had to have thought you were glad. with that cheeky grin, she would speak to you with that voice you’d fell in love with.

“my pretty pretty girl, so.. perfect..”

FIN

[donvampiro]

hii ! this is my first time making a request>< I've been super fascinated by law recently ( just finished dressrosa arc !) and I thought of a scenario that might be cute ? or super weird depending on how you see it . what if reader/yn has insomnia and listens to asmr to help them sleep, however it's specifically medical/doctor personal attention rps. how would law react to finding out this little detail and realizing that is why reader is always so excited to come to the monthly examination checkups on the ship?

hi Anon! hope you're doing good and congrats for your first request :D i like this idea! listening to asmr to help you sleep is so relatable lmao thanks for your request Anon. hope this lil scenario will meet your expectations! Love <3

MASTERLIST - Welcome

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'Sweet dreams'

Trafalgar D. Water Law x (insomniac) gn!reader

“Open your mouth.”

– “Sure!! Aah~”

Law slightly tilted his head, his brows furrowed in confusion as he still held the small lamp between his fingers.

“Why do you sound so excited about this.”, he deadpanned. “I’m literally looking at your tonsils.”

Keeping your mouth open, you didn’t answer, but your squinting eyes betrayed a widening smile. Law didn’t ask for more, just sighed and shook his head, silently continuing the routine checkup. After a few seconds of observation, he turned off the lamp and threw the small wooden stick he had used to press your tongue into the trash.

“Do they look hot?”, you asked teasingly, drawing another confused sigh from him.

– “Do you even know what tonsils look like?”

– “Well, if they’re mine, they must look hot anyway.”

– “If they’re hot, that means they’re inflamed”, he simply corrected, unfolding the armband to take your blood pressure. “Which is everything but a good sign.” he gave you a small nod. “Now give me your arm.”

You extended your arm to him without flinching, still with that mischievous smile of yours. For some reason, you were always so enthusiastic about getting examined. Not that Law was complaining — it was always better than terrified or whiny patients — but it was just odd.

You never asked any real questions that might have shown any particular interest in medicine, so he didn’t really understand what you could possibly find amusing. Routine exams like these are important, but boring because they’re repetitive. Law knew that perfectly well. Yeah, really, your attitude was… enigmatic. And it made the consultations surprisingly more personal.

He unclasped the armband from your arm and, when he noticed that you were about to speak again, he immediately raised his index finger to your mouth.

“Don’t”, he commanded. “No more cringey remarks.”

He then began to put away his various things, and you pursed your lips so as to stifle a giggle as you slid off the auscultation table.

“Okay Doc”, you eventually replied.

– “I said— … ugh, whatever.”, he mumbled, without looking at you. “You can go now. Guess you have a month to learn more about tonsils.”

You only hummed in response before leaving the room. The medical examination always went by too quickly for your liking. Yes, how nice it was to have someone give us their full attention, examine us gently, focus on our good health and well-being. These were quiet, restful moments — just what you needed, as rest was often difficult for you due to your insomnia.

So, you seemed to enjoy this kind of situation, but you'd been careful not to mention it to Law until now. It wasn't that you didn't like him, or that you didn't trust him, it was just that... well, you already had an idea of ​​how he'd react. And you could tell it would be an awkward moment, to say the least. The medical check-up was always a pleasant moment for you, as paradoxical as that might seem. So you didn’t want to make it too awkward or come across as weird.

So you kept all of this to yourself as you headed towards the kitchen to grab your plate, before noticing Penguin gesturing wildly for you to come sit next to him. He patted your shoulder energetically as you plopped down on your seat.

“Hey (y/n)”, he greeted as he continued to devour his own food. “Back from the medical checkup already?”

– “Yup”, you simply nodded before starting to eat. “Went good.”

Penguin kept eating greedily for a while before abruptly placing his plate back on the table, making you jump a little.

“Figures”, he grinned. “You’re always smiling from ear to ear when you leave the consulting room. Makes me wonder if it’s really medicine that’s being practiced there.”

– “What— Penguin!”, you instantly replied, turning towards him and punching  him in the arm, but he didn’t budge and just chuckled, proud of his remark.

Not coming across as weird. Not coming across as weird. Not coming across as…

… but, if other crew members besides Penguin already had these kinds of ideas in mind, it wasn’t going to make things easy. What was so bad about not being afraid of the medical examination? About enjoying this moment of attention, this moment when you could finally let go, rest while someone checked that you were okay? You’d like to see them all there if they were in your shoes. Sigh. You looked away, pouting as you absentmindedly twirled your fork in your plate.

“C’mon, (y/n), m’just messing with you”, he smirked. “s’good if you’re not afraid of examinations.” He went back to eating while you also tried to finish your plate without worrying too much about what the crew might or might not think. Once Penguin had swallowed all the food in his mouth, he turned to you again, and his tone was different. “By the way— you look less tired than usual. Have you found anything to help with your insomnia?”

– “Kind of”, you conceded thoughtfully.

Your insomnia was no secret to anyone on the ship. The “cure” you found, though…

Without thinking about it anymore, you continued to twirl your fork around your plate, taking a bite every now and then while Penguin kept staring at you, waiting for you to finish your answer. You didn’t; he therefore allowed himself to ask.

“That’s good to know! ‘Cause it’s often quite hard to get rid of insomnia… So, what’s your magic recipe?” he questioned, his tone progressively becoming more bawdy. “... is it the time spent with the captain?”

– “You’re so annoying,” you sighed heavily. “I just listen to some ASMR. It’s relaxing. Helps me sleep.”

Penguin simply nodded, his lips pursed in a small, approving yet intrigued pout.

“And how does that thing work?”, he asked before a deeper voice answered him.

– “ASMR means ‘autonomous sensory meridian response’. It is a technique based on different sensory stimuli to help you relax naturally.” 

You and your crewmate suddenly shuddered, then abruptly turned to face… Law.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked doubtfully. Faced with you and Penguin’s silence, he shifted his gaze to yours. “I didn’t know you listened to ASMR. It must be for your insomnia, right?” You nodded, and he nodded back. “Mmh. It helps me too.”

With a brief gesture of his hand, Law indicated that he wanted to sit next to you, so you shifted slightly as he took a seat.

“What type of ASMR do you listen to?”, he questioned lazily, his sharp eyes not missing the confusion that ran through your body, your face, your gaze.

– “Nothing special”, you blurted out. “Regular ASMR I guess, you see?”

– “No, I don’t.”, he cut short. “For example, I regularly listen to rain ASMR. What about you?” 

You raised your eyebrows. What was this sudden interest? Law wasn’t one to open up about what he did in his free time, what he might enjoy, or whatever, as far as you were aware. What was he looking for? Had he seen right through you? How? Or was he actually genuinely curious about it? You stared at him for a moment, and he arched an eyebrow at your stunned reaction.

“Oh, and why does it interest you so much? ~” you retaliated in a smirk, your tone playful to mask your inner panic. You didn’t know what kind of reaction Law might have if he found out what type of ASMR you preferred. And it was… disturbing.

– “I’m just curious”, he replied flatly. “What’s so bad about having shared interests?”

This guy…

“Well, I have no reason to indulge your curiosity. It’s my private life.”

— “I see”, he nodded with a smirk that made you frown in frustration. Penguin remained flabbergasted. “Guess you must be listening to strange things.” Your captain shrugged. “I understand why you want to keep this heavy secret to yourself…”

— “Stop it!” you roared, banging your fist on the table and rattling the dishes as you felt your cheeks heat up. His smug smile was unbearable, so you decided to make things happen yourself. It didn’t matter what he thought in the end, as long as he stopped making fun of you. “Alright, I’ll show you, since you’re being so whiny about it. But promise me this will stay between us, okay?”

Law had only been trying to tease you; he hadn’t thought it would bother you so much. But now it had somehow fueled his curiosity about it. He simply nodded, silently.

You shoved your hand into one of your pockets in a scowl, finally pulling out your phone and opening the app. You could feel your cheeks burning as you tentatively passed your phone to your captain.

“If you say anything, you’ll have me to deal with.”, you warned.

He didn’t reply. Law stared at your phone screen for a moment, his expression impassive. He scrolled through the playlists, each with… interesting… names, but always with similar concepts. His silence was deafening, and you just wanted to disappear. A smirk eventually crept across his face, and it was too much for you.

“So, are you done?”, you spat, flustered, before snatching your phone out of his hands.

– “Yes, and I get it now,” he agreed, closing his eyes as he stood up. “Thank you”

Penguin cocked an eyebrow.

“Uh? What are you talking about?” he asked in confusion.

– “Nothing special”, his captain replied playfully, paraphrasing your earlier remarks with sarcasm, before walking away to grab a plate and go back to his consulting room.

You were stunned by Law’s nonchalance facing all this, and it made you boil with frustration. You didn’t know what he would think of you now— so you needed to sort this out. Without further thought, you stood up abruptly and went after your captain, calling out to him determinedly until your eyes met.

Law didn’t seem particularly affected by what he’d just learned. His expression remained the same as he looked at you, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. You bit your lower lip.

“What is it, (y/n)?”

“About the type of ASMR I listen to… uhm, you… didn’t you find it too w—”

— “Am I supposed to think anything of this?” he mumbled, cutting you off. His tone was the same as always, somewhat flat and disinterested, but you could tell he was focused on what you were saying by the way he stared at you. “If it helps with your insomnia, that’s all that matters. You can listen to whatever you want.”

Oh.

A wave of relief washed over you, a ghost of a smile playing on your lips as Law resumed his walk to his consulting room.

“Don’t forget to brush up on tonsils for next month,” he said without turning around.

It was quite flattering that you appreciated this kind of attention. And Law wasn’t entirely against giving it to you next time.

[sillyhanako]

〜 ˚ 🥞 baby boy ⟡ .

୨ৎ﹒taking care of your sick boyfriend, sakura! ﹒୨ৎ

✦ cw . gn!reader, tooth rotting fluff, sakura likes your cooking, babying, very very adorbs sakura, he doesnt know whats a massage, sakura is in denial he has friends, him overcoming his fear :), readers affection overwhelms him, reader teasing sakura x3 1666 words

✦ whispers . One of my proudest works yet.

As you wiped down the last table in Kotoha's cozy café, a familiar sense of comfort washed over you—the smell of the delicious signature omurice the gentle hum of the customers, and the luring aroma of baked goods that always seemed to fill the air. It was an ordinary day, filled with the usual hustle and bustle. You were so caught up in the rhythm of the afternoon rush that you didn’t notice the odd stillness in your phone.

It wasn’t until your lunch break that you finally let yourself relax, sinking into a chair in the sunlit corner of the café. You reached for your phone, expecting to see the usual “good morning” message that Sakura sends before meeting up with his friends. But no new messages were seen in your chat history. Unsettled, but you just assumed his mind was occupied with something else—after all, he was in a gang “school".

You shook off the cloud of concern and reminded yourself that Sakura had been going through a lot lately, figuring out these new strange emotions he's been feeling ever since he put a foot in this town.

A "Ping!" Sound came out of your phone that almost startled you. You hoped to see a message from him, saying he forgot to wish you a good morning or that he was visiting the cafe, but to your disappointment you found out it was one of his friends. Suo Hayato was it? .

"Good Afternoon mr/miss [name], i was wondering if you've seen sakura today? He is nowhere to be seen at Furin. We are a bit concerned as it is unusual for him to go radio silent all of a sudden."

"He isnt with you guys? Thats really unusual for him. Im unfortunately just as confused as you ^^' i'll visit him after my shift. Thanks for letting me know!"

"Ah, no worries."

What? Sakura isn't at Furin? Where could he then be? He's really not the type to skip school for any given reason. You just hoped he was safe somewhere— his apartment you hoped— and not ganged up in a one-way alleyway. You decided you would pay his apartement a visit after your shift.

"Knock. Knock" was the sound you made when you knocked at his sparsely furnished apartment door, you didnt know how sakura found such place in the first place. Sure it looks...haunted? from the outside but in the incide it was quiet decent. It would be better if sakura wasnt lazy and accepted your help with decorating it and making it less bland.

"helloooo? anyone here? Sakura?" You tried pushing the door after getting no answers, surprisingly it was open? You were going to give him an earful about how dangerous eaving his door open. But first you had to find him. "Sakura? Are you here?" You heard a weird grunt seemingly replying to your calls, you decided to follow the sound only to find a something laying under this big blue blanket, what gave it away it was sakura was those two black and white strands of hair poking out. You released a sigh of relief that you didnt realise you were holding, so thats where hes been all day huh?

"aah! There you are! Ive been concerned when i didnt see your daily good morning text— even suo texted me about-!"  You kneeled to reach his eye level only to find his face flushed with teary eyes. Then you realised. "Sakura baby, are you sick?"

upon realizing his situation, you quickly got to work. You immediately stood up and ran out of the room, maybe the apartment too since sakura senses were not working as efficiently. But after you came back he knew why you left him so suddently - it was because you wanted to buy the necessary ingredients for a chicken soup.

The smell absolutely bewitched him, afterall he only had a water bottle the whole day - he doesnt know how to cook and with his sickness he felt extra weak and couldnt sum up the courage to walk down the noisy street. So you treating him with chicken soup while holding him against your chest felt oddly nice and didnt have any real arguments to make when you were telling him to say "aah"- he isnt a baby! But he was too tired and basked in your loving embrance.

after he finished the bowl you set it aside not bothering to get up and out it in the sink, sakura looks so at peace laying against you that you considered it a crime to disturb him. you wanted this moment to last longer. After a while of admiring him you began to run your fingers gently in his hair, pulling back the strands that were stuck to his sweaty forhead. You guessed it was okay since sakura didnt say anything, so you continued.

You also massaged his skalp which resulted him unconsciously leaning into you, and made small talk to which he replied with short answers since his throat wasnt at the best condition, and honestly you didnt want to push him over his limits.

You enjoyed playing with his hair, but you noticed his shoulder were way too tense - so why not give him a sweet massage? He was bewildered when you told him so casually to strip waist up, he thought you finally lost your marbles... but when you moved your fingers on his shoulder all his questions died as he felt an otherwordly bliss. He did not believe your hands could make him feel this good.

He let you have your way with him and not daring to disturb...whatever you were doing to his back. He didnt even catch on the drool that was leaving his lips. Thanks to you he forgot he was even sick in the first place.

You ofcourse have other matters to tend to and you cant always be next to sakura till he recovers (as much as you want to sadly), so you instead encouraged him to keep his notifications unmuted so he can know when you send check-up messages and reminding him to take his medicine and rest. (With those stupid (his words not mine) chiikawa stickers.)

But when you are able to come over you bring warm soft blankets and some tea herbs, and other things sakura's "classmates" (totally not friends) bought together as a get-well gift.

You understand that you taking care of him can get a bit overwhelming since its his first time someone takes care of him and shows this much affection when hes sick, before you came to his life he just toughs it out and lays in his bed all day, so you give him some space to himself. But when he does welcome your nursing again you decide it will be a good idea to bake him some easy-to-swallow pastry like sponge cakes as a way of celebrating overcoming his fear! (dont forget to mention kotoha's big help with the baking!)

Teasing sakura while hes sick is an easy task, all you have to do is tell him you love him in the middle of changing the towel, then sit back and relax watching him overheat (you believe hes gonna melt any second now) and pulling his blanket over his head. cute.

You sometime feel bad with sakura sleeping all alone in that (haunted) apartement, you spoke to him about it and suggested sleepovers! He immediately declined, he couldnt bare the thought of you both sleeping on the same futon. But he had no choice when he opened his door to you smiling at him at 2am.

"What are you doing out here?? Its 2am." "I thought of how lonely and cold you'd be sleeping all alone.. and i couldnt bare the thought of it! So i ran all the way here :)" "Youre insufferable" But he wouldnt close the door in your face. never.

At first he turned his back to you, stiff. He was screaming internally, no way youre actually sleeping with him. You taking care of him was already short circuiting him, but this was on another level.

But you, you just were happy to share the same blanket and warmth as him. But what pleasantly suprised you is when you woke up at the middle of night to him nuzzled deep into your chest with a hand lightly gripping the hem of your shirt. The sight exposed his vulnerability to you, and you knew sakura— you knew his barriers werent the easiest to break, so when he displayed it you felt yourself swell with pride.

When he fully recovers he doesnt forget the kindness you've shown him and feels like that experience made him (both) closer to you emotionaly. You dont notice that he had been more open to pda (as open as he can get i guess) and getting your favourite snack/drink whenever hes out ever since his sickness. And when its your turn to be sick he tries his best to mimick your acts by frantically texting his "classmates" (DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT) what was the name of that cold medicine, and begrudgingly asking Kotoha to make some sort of healthy soup for you to get better (he didnt escape her teasing). But you watching him putting so much effort to take care of you inevitably made you greatful for having such a great, cute and awkward boyfriend.

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I Like Him Too

Yeon Si-eun x Reader x Ahn Su-ho

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Summary: You and Su-ho have a heart-to-heart about Si-eun.

Si-eun didn’t know why he was here. Why had had agreed to meet with you, Su-ho and Beom-seok? But you had rang him that morning, sweetly asking him if he wanted to hang out. Su-ho’s voice had promised him they would all study. You had kept to that promise for a couple of hours until your boyfriend had pulled you away to play with him. He had watched as Su-ho handed you the cue, before wrapping himself around you, helping your position and helping you hold the cue properly, before helping you to hit the ball. Si-eun could see that you could play well on your own, but it was a chance for Su-ho to get close to you. You hadn’t moved, just allowed him to wrap himself around you like some sort of shield. You had giggled, like this was a regular occurrence. 

“Look what Hyeong’s about to do.” Su-ho spoke, gaining Si-eun and Beom-seok’s attention. Si-eun watched as Su-ho made his move. You were taking a few pictures. Su-ho hit the ball with the cue. 

“Oh!” Beom-seok spoke as he held his own cue from his spot next to Si-eun. 

“Okay! Mark ten points.” Su-ho grinned. He walked over to you, kissing you on the cheek before gently patting your ass. 

“That was a good shot, lovely.” You told him happily. You happily pressed a short kiss to his lips before pulling away. 

“We should be studying for our assessment, right?” Si-eun asked as he looked at Beom-seok, who was smiling brightly.

Beom-seok’s smile dropped as he took in Si-eun’s words. His hands ran around the cue as he looked at the quiet male. “Yeah, you’re right.” He nodded in agreement. 

“Hey, pretty boy. It’s the weekend, yeah? We need to let our blood circulate so our brains can function better. We need to have a little fun once in a while. Besides, Baby studied with you already this morning. Let loose, have some fun.” Su-ho spoke as he set up for his next shot. He moved the cue, and the balls clattered into each other. 

“You’re not going to college?” Si-eun asked, now looking over at you and Su-ho. You who had the prettiest outfit on. You had been walking around in heels all day, the perfect shade of lilac purple to match your skirt. The heels had little bows on the front of them and a strap that went around your ankles to keep them on. He knew you had a pair of shoes in your bag for just in case you wanted to switch shoes. He only knew because you told him after catching him looking at your pretty heels. Surprise, surprise, the shoes in your bag were also purple. 

Su-ho let out a whine. “Man, almost.” He threw his head back in disappointment at the balls having not moved the way he wanted them to. He then turned to Si-eun. “Climbing back into hell? Huh? Are you literally insane? Get up. Your turn.” Su-ho walked over to Si-eun, standing directly in front of him. Su-ho used his free hand to grab Si-eun’s, pulling the shorter male up from his seat. You had managed to take a picture of the interaction. “Get up and play. Don’t pay hard to get! Aah! This guy.” Su-ho handed Si-eun a cue. 

Beom-seok watched from his seat, a smile on his face as he watched the two males interact. 

You watched Su-ho come to stand beside you, both of you watched Si-eun, waiting for him to make his move. Your phone was out, ready to take a video. Si-eun watched as Su-ho wrapped an arm around your waist. He couldn’t help but think about how good the two of you looked together. 

“You’ve got this, baby boy. Take your time.” Your voice was filled with so much encouragement. And oh, that was a new nickname. He hadn’t heard that one from you yet, but he didn’t hate it. He liked how it flowed, he liked how you said it so elegantly, like it was his name. But he decided he didn’t like it as much as he liked Sweetheart. Si-eun shook the thought away.

‘Reflection principle. The incident angle and the reflection angle are the same from the centre of the billiard ball. Incident angle, 35 degrees. Margin of error, within three degrees. Probability of success, 90%.’ Si-eun leaned forward, placing the cue in the correct position. He hit the ball. It was perfect. Effortless. 

Beom-seok let out a surprised gasp, and Su-ho let out an impressed laugh, tilting his head back a little. “That was so clean, Sweetheart.” You told Si-eun, you moved over to him after stopping the video you had just taken. You placed a short kiss on his cheek, causing the male to blush deeply. 

Si-eun quickly turned around and grabbed his bag. “Let’s go study.” He simply said in return. He put his backpack on as Beom-seok moved to follow after the quiet male. As Si-eun moved to leave, waking between two billiard tables, Su-ho, who was leaning against one, let his cue fall so that one end landed on the table across from him. The cue to act as a barrier to stop Si-eun from moving any further. 

Si-eun stopped in his tracks, he turned his head with a sigh to look at Su-ho. His eyes went to you for a moment as you walked up to the pair. Su-ho grabbed your hand in his free hand, his eyes never leaving Si-eun’s as he pulled you close. 

“Where are you going? We play three rounds. A hundred points to start off. Okay?” He raised an eyebrow as he relaxed in place. His thumb, absentmindedly, gently stroked over your knuckles.

Si-eun took a moment to look at Su-ho. Then he looked behind him for a moment, and he looked at Beom-seok, who now had his backpack on, waiting to see what the four of you would be doing next. Si-eun then looked at you. His eyes were almost pleading for you to convince Su-ho to let him leave.

You let out a soft sigh. "Love, maybe we should let him go. We can't keep him here if he doesn't want to be there. Though we would really enjoy it if you stayed a little longer, Sweetheart."

Si-eun couldn't decide if you were trying to convince Su-ho to let him go or for him to stay. Si-eun sighed as he locked eyes with you before turning back to Su-ho. “I think it’ll be the same result.”

Su-ho grinned and looked away for a moment. “Ah, shit.” He then stood up, letting go of you with a serious look on his face, yet somehow he still looked playful. It was something both you and Si-eun noticed.

“You think so? Huh? You think it’ll be the same? Let’s bet on jjajangmyeon and tangsuyuk. No wait, gochu japchae. Are you in, Sweetheart?” Su-ho got closer to Si-eun as he spoke.

There it was again. Your nickname for him, only this time, Su-ho had spoken it. He had said it without a second thought. What were the two of you doing to him? The way you both called him ‘Sweetheart’ was somehow the same yet so different. The way you said it was always sweet. Always with a kind, caring and happy tone. As if that was the only name you knew him to be called. He liked how your words and voice wrapped around him like a cosy, safe blanket that could keep him warm from the cold. Su-ho’s vice had been playful, teasing. He spoke the nickname as if it were Si-eun’s real name. As if his name was actually Yeon Sweetheart and not Yeon Si-eun. His voice lit something inside of Si-eun, much like how your voice did. Su-ho’s voice made him feel like nothing and no one could get to him. That no one could hurt him. Whilst your voice had been a blanket of comfort, Su-ho’s voice had been a flame, lighting up the darkness around the quiet boy. But the two of you made him feel warm and safe.

Si-eun let out a small sigh. He decided that yes, he would stay to play a few more rounds.

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Walking outside, it was now dark. Su-ho had lost against Si-eun every time, which you thought was hilarious. Su-ho had pouted, but he had had fun, so he couldn’t complain much. 

“You know I went easy on you.” Su-ho told Si-eun as he wrapped his jacket around your shoulder, seeing you shiver slightly. 

“No, you didn’t.” Si-eun told him. He didn’t believe a single word out of Su-ho’s mouth. 

“Agh, I feel so miserable. Shit. Whatever. Let’s grab a beer.” Su-ho said as he watched you slip your arms into the sleeves. He then zipped the jacket up for you. 

Si-eun watched Su-ho work. Like this was normal for you both. Like it was normal for Su-ho to do these random little things for you. It was sweet. “I’m leaving. Go ahead.” He spoke with a small shrug.

“Why? Let’s go together. I got it.” Beom-seok said, wanting the group to hve some more fun together. He didn’t want to lose this feeling. This feeling of fun, of having friends. 

“You guys already put me behind schedule, at least Baby let me study for a little this morning, but I’m still behind.” He hadn’t realised he had called you Baby. It wouldn’t register in his brain until he was alone again. He was so used to hearing Su-ho refer to you as Baby that he had accidentally picked up on it. It was strange. Whilst yes, Su-ho called you all sorts of nicknames, Baby seemed to be his favourite for you. He didn’t call you by your actual name. You were Baby. Just like how Si-eun was Sweetheart. 

Su-ho had noticed. Of course, he had. “All right. Go home safe. It’ll just be the three of us.” He said with a nod. He walked over to Beom-seok and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You got lucky today, Sweetheart. Next time, I won’t go easy on you.” He turned. He and Beom-seok began to walk away until he realised you weren’t following. “Baby, you coming?” He asked curiously, his voice softer. 

You nodded. You were starting to feel tired, it had been a long day. You no longer had your heels on, instead having your other shoes on now. You turned to look at Si-eun. You gently wrapped your arms around him in a hug, and Si-eun went stiff, having not expected this. You pulled away after a few seconds. 

“Sorry, I should have asked first. Make sure to text us to let us know you got home, okay? I won’t be able to sleep properly if I’m worrying about whether you’re safe or not. See you tomorrow, Sweetheart. Make sure you get some sleep. Don’t spend all night studying.” You told him with a sweet but tired smile. And with that, Si-eun watched you walk over to Su-ho, who quickly wrapped his arms around you, kissing the crown of your head and promising to go home soon.

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You were home. Su-ho was lying on his side of the bed. You had just finished in the shower, and now you felt clean and had your favourite pyjamas on. You walked over to your side of the bed and got under the cover, sitting up so you were leaning against the headboard. 

“Su-ho, love. Can we talk?” You asked him curiously. 

Su-ho turned to look at you before sitting up. “Of course. You can talk to me about anything, you know that.” He told you as he took one of your hands in his. 

He was right. You knew he was. You and Su-ho didn’t really have secrets. You communicated well with each other and could tell each other anything. You gently squeezed his hands, and you turned your body to face your boyfriend.

“I wanna talk about Si-eun.” You confessed, a part of your voice shook with nerves. 

Su-ho nodded. I was wondering when we’d talk about him. I’ve noticed you’ve taken a shine to him. Always calling him Sweetheart. I know you, you don’t just give out nicknames like they’re lollipops.” He explained. He was calm, he was collected. He had a small smile on his face. He spoke your name. “Talk to me, baby. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

You bit your bottom lip softly before nodding. “I think I’m falling for him. There is just something about him that fills me with butterflies, like how you do. He’s quiet, but his eyes say so much. I love how he can match you. You can say something, and he isn’t afraid to clap back. I like that every time we hang out with him, he slowly comes out of his shell just a little more. I like that he hasn’t changed our contact names in his phone. I like that he actually texted to let us know he got home safe. I like how smart he is and that he uses his brain. I like watching the two of you interact, it makes my heart skip a beat.” 

Su-ho was quiet as you spoke. He nodded along to show you that he was listening. Your voice was shaky, and he hated that tears were welling up in your pretty eyes. You felt like you were betraying him by having these feelings, but he didn’t hold it against you. How could he?

“I’m sorry.” You let out a cry as you shook your head. 

Su-ho cupped your cheeks in his hands. His thumbs wiped away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. He spoke your name again. “Listen to me. You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re not the only one who’s been falling for Si-eun. I like him too. I like that he seems to melt around you. I like that he looks at you when he wants something, even if it’s just to get me to stop talking for two seconds. There is something that pulls me towards him, like how I felt when we first met. I was drawn to you. I’m drawn to him. He makes the quiet feel comfortable, you make the loud feel comfortable.” He explained.

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. Su-ho always knew how to make you smile. It was a relief knowing that you and Su-ho both had feelings for Si-eun. You weren’t betraying each other, you were just opening your hearts up to another person. For someone who had gone from a classmate to a friend. You were both still getting to know Si-eun. Neither of you wanted to rush into this with the quiet male, didn’t want to scare the boy away. 

“He called you baby before we left.” Su-ho told you.

“I know, I like the way he said it. You called him, Sweetheart a couple of times today.” You smiled up at the male.

“Well, you call him sweetheart so much, I thought I’d try it out. He didn’t seem to dislike it. That’s a good sign at least.” He let out a small breath before thinking. “We’ll invite him out, just the three of us. We’ll get to know him better, and if you want, after some time maybe we can tell him how we are both feeling.”

You nodded your head in agreement with his words. “Yeah, I like that. Sounds like a good idea to me. And we’ll make it clear that if he just wants to be friends, then we can do that.” Neither of you would hold it against Si-eun if he didn’t like you both the same way. For now, you were happy being friends with the male. Happy to spend time with him. 

“Alright. Let’s get some sleep. You look like you’re ready to fall asleep sitting like that.” Su-ho lay down as he noticed you yawning, and you quickly copied his action after turning off your lamp. Su-ho spooned you from behind, which was the position the two of you more often than not slept in when you shared a bed or a surface to sleep. Su-ho kept a gentle but firm grip on you, protecting you even as you slept. Your back was against his chest. The two of you fell asleep that night, cosy and warm under the covers, snuggled together.  Everything was okay. You both fell asleep with one wish in your hearts. ‘Please let our Sweetheart like us back.’

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getting eaten out by Cantarella with lots of kissing like hardcore levels of kissing maybe scissoring so that she can basically shove her tongue down our throats 😈

Real. So real. I need her to lick me all ov— I mean what😇

18+ CONTENT

Wuthering Waves || Cantarella x fem!reader || Smut (mainly scissoring cause I just needed it ugh)

Accepting a simple tea invitation from the Matriarch of the Fisalia family was not how you expected to turn out the way it did. Yet, here you were pinned by the Matriarch herself on the sofa in her study. Lips moved heatedly, the Matriarch's body pressing you down and holding you in place. Your arms held above your head by her wrists, binding them in place.

"Mmh.... mm.... aah....!~" you moaned against her lips, trying to seek a moment of relief but were denied as Cantarella only moved deeper, licking your lips as if to slip her tongue in. You were about to give in and fall into her elixir, but just then she released the kiss and leaned back. Her engraved tongue playfully licked your lower lip as she moved away, relishing your taste.

"Hmm.... delicious. You always taste so sweet, my dear~" Cantarella cooed while licking her lips, her thumb caressing your lipstick-stained mouth. She then straddled your lap, holding up the hem of her dress while she put your right leg over her left and vice-versa. Your clothed cores automatically rubbed once she sat down on your left leg, earning a muffled moan from you.

"I-I thought we were going to chat over tea, Cantarella...." you said with a nervous smile, trying to free your hands from her grip but she didn't let you.

Cantarella chuckled before leaning down near your face, gently grasping your jaw with her free hand and tracing her fingers along it.

"I never said what kind of 'chat' we would have, did I?~"

You blushed at her words, your breathing becoming uneven as arousal grew in you from the situation. You gazed at her body above you, eyes trailing to her plentiful breasts as they hung before falling further down to where your cores met. She smirked looking at your trailing eyes, playfully grinding over your core and making you hiss.

"Oh my, seems your body is growing impatient, dear~"

"As if you are any better, I can feel your wetness...."

She grinned then began to plant kisses on your neck, lapping up with her tongue and biting on some spots. You let out a low moan feeling her lips and tongue on you, the way she so hungrily licked all over as if you were a delicacy. She kept grinding the same way, teasing you and getting you worked up.

"Aaah.... what happened? D-Did you miss me so much?~" you tried to tease.

Her eyes hooded then her free hand began unbuttoning your shirt, slowly exposing your body.

"Perhaps..... you were away for quite some time, indeed.... And you didn't even bother to come and meet me once you were back~"

You felt guilty, your expression dropping.

"Sorry, I was really busy. I was going to come soon, then you sent me that invitation anyways....."

She smiled and kissed your cheek, her hand caressing your bare stomach and teasing to go lower.

"I expect you to make it up to me~"

How could you deny her?

Soon, you found yourself entangled with her. Your clothes discarded, pooling on the floor together, your bodies melted into one as she straddled you the same way as before but fully exposed now, only keeping her stockings on. You sighed as her wet core rubbed yours, a pleasurable sting going up your body, your hips instinctively bucking to meet hers. She smirked at your reaction, grounding herself deeper into you, your clits now grinding as she started moving, slowly and rhythmically.

Her one hand still somehow ended up pinning yours above your head as before, an action you failed to resist even when you readjusted to take off your clothes. It wasn't force, not exactly, but a firm, almost possessive hold that left you deliciously vulnerable and entirely at her mercy. Her other hand... her other hand was free to roam. It traced the line of your jaw, slid down your neck, lingered on your collarbone before drifting lower, warm fingers spreading across your chest, teasing circles around your nipples until they puckered into hard points under her touch.

A soft gasp escaped your lips, mingling with your increasingly ragged breaths. The slow grind of her hips intensified the friction, the heat between your bodies building with every controlled sway. She watched you, her eyes heavy-lidded with a knowing, sultry look on her face. You wanted to move faster, to bridge the distance, to rush towards the inevitable release, but she held the reins. She smirked again looking at you, giving a single harsh thrust forward, making you cry out in surprise.

"C-Cantarella—!~"

She chuckled, finally beginning to move faster, a deliberate, powerful rhythm that quickly stole your breath all over again. The sharp, pleasurable friction intensified with each thrust she drove into you, her hips swinging with a practiced grace that spoke of inherent confidence and control. Your back arched, instinctively seeking closer contact, desperate for the pressure of her body against yours. She rocked her hips into you, your folds gliding over each other's,

"Mmh.... you look adorable, my darling.... aaah~" she purred, learning down to cup your face, "Open up for me~". You parted your lips, knowing what she wanted. She smiled and stuck out her tongue before diving in to kiss you deeply. You immediately whined into her, feeling her hips grind even deeper as she clung to you, her tongue moving fervently inside your mouth, exploring it and enveloping your senses.

She hummed against your lips, a low vibration that sent shivers down your spine, her hips rolling with renewed urgency. You felt her engraved tongue consume you, attempting to somehow go even deeper, seeking your taste. Your eyes rolled back at the sensations, hips bucking with her, slowly losing yourself into her. She pulled back slightly, just enough to catch her breath, her eyes still heavy, dark pools fixed on yours, her eye makeup shimmering with the sweat on her face.

"Stay still.... just like this...." she whispered.

You could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, a sweet, unbearable ache building with every driven motion. Your own breath came in ragged gasps now, your chest heaving, feeling the way your slipper folds rolled over, arousal pooling down. She leaned in then, not for another kiss on the mouth, but to trail a line of scorching hot kisses down your jaw, along your neck, until her lips found the sensitive spot where your pulse hammered frantically against your skin.

You cried out softly, bucking your hips harder to meet her, desperate for the friction that would push you over the edge. She pressed a soft kiss onto your pounding pulse point, a possessive gesture that claimed you completely in that moment. Her hips, driven by a knowing instinct, began to move with a fierce, relentless speed. The controlled, rhythmic grind transformed into powerful, surging thrusts that made your body tremble uncontrollably.

"Aaah! I'm close.... please.... mmh!~" you moaned out, edging closer to release.

Cantarella watched you, her expression one of intense focus, a predatory grace in her movements. She saw the signs of your impending release, the widening of your eyes, the tremor in your limbs and how you cried out, begging. With a final, deep thrust that buried itself completely into you, she pulled you closer by your leg and held herself there for a suspended moment, the exquisite pressure almost unbearable.

"Mmh, that's it.... aaah.... my dear.... cum with me~" she encouraged, grinding on you with shallow, fast motions, your clits rubbing together.

And then, it broke. A gasp ripped from your lungs, followed by a series of trembling shudders that seized your body. Your hips spasmed upward, meeting her deep, grounding weight as waves of pleasure coursed through you. Your breath came out in a long, drawn-out moan as you surrendered to the exquisite release, your body melting into the sofa beneath you.

Cantarella let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her body still pressed flush against yours, the damp heat mingling between you. She slowly resumed a gentle, rocking motion, allowing your body to settle, your muscles to relax from their intense clenching. She lowered her head, pressing her forehead against yours and meeting your lips in a slow and languid kiss, her tongue sensually licking them.

"Such a good girl for me~" she cooed in a sultry tone, moving to kiss your cheek now, and holding you close.