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hey
are you someone who would like to write but can't seem to get started? Despite being at no loss of ideas?
Here's a tip. Especially for your first work and especially the first draft.
forget originality
that sounds mean now, but listen: every concept imaginable has been done by someone before. There will always be unoriginal concepts in every single work.
But that doesn't make these concepts bad
Because what actually matters is how you use them.
So if you're trying to write something, one of the best first steps you can take is probably just getting laid out what you want to write. Like, what concepts do you want in your work? What things did you like from other works? What characters from other works do you like, and why?
For your very first draft, when you're just starting out, it's perfectly fine to borrow building blocks from others.
Because here's a little secret: unless you're copying one single media word for word, those building blocks will rarely look the same after you've written down your idea and trying to fit everything together.
it's 100% fair to take concepts from other works and use them in your own writing. Because over the course of actually writing your own story, you will also make those borrowed concepts your own.
Sure, it's been done before...
but no one's done it like you yet.
And here's a second tip: if an idea you had or concept you like doesn't work for the thing you're writing anymore, it's okay to let go.
You don't have to throw it out completely, but maybe put it on the shelf for now. Once you're further along with your writing, you might just see the perfect opportunity to reintroduce it in a new way.
I wouldn't call myself an experienced writer just yet, but if there's one thing I've learned already, it's that crafting a story is NOT a straight line. There's bumps and sometimes you go in circles, and then there might be a point where you have an absolute genius idea or you realize that something you already wrote is an amazing setup for this next thing.
So it's not linear. At all. But you have to keep going.
Not everything you write is gonna make it into the final work, but it's still important that you write it. Because you can't make a thing without going through the process of making it. Fails and dropped ideas are as much part of this process as every success and genius idea.
And one final tip for you. Choose a medium to write in that you actively like doing, and doing a lot. By this i mean: writing on your computer is convenient for sure, but it's not the only way to write.
I've found that I fucking love writing by hand with a fountain pen, and it's something that I can do for hours at a time. And don't get me wrong, I do like typing on a computer and I'm not half bad at it, but going back to fix typos? Super annoying. it's fine if I'm making a short tumblr post like this (though i probably have a different definition of "short" than most people), but the outline of my current work in progress is almost 80 pages now. if that were digital, it would probably be more like... 40 pages or something, depending on the font and size, but my point is that digital typing, while convenient, is also annoying to me, personally.
And, ironically, also too quick. I like to think as I write and with digital typing, i have to focus too much on actually typing, but when I'm handwriting, i don't have that problem. I can go relatively quick and it's not like I don't make typos while handwriting, but crossing out one letter and putting the correct one over it is much faster than having to backspace and re-write an entire word (I could use the arrow keys but like. who has the damn time. too fiddly.)
My point here is not that digital writing is terrible and sucks, my point is that if you're gonna write, then you're gonna be doing the action of writing a whole damn lot, so make sure you can do it as comfortably as possible. For me, that's handwriting, for you, it might not be.
...if there's anyone who WILL spring for handwriting though, let me give you one final piece of advice: it might be wise to not go for pretty notebooks, for fear of "ruining" them. I knew this from myself already, so i instead went for regular notebooks, the kind that i used to use for school. The paper is good quality and the fountain pen that I have feels so nice when writing on it. You might think "but that's just small stuff!" and yeah it is, but small stuff can quickly become very very big stuff if it's building up over months or years.
#writing advice#i hope it's good advice#but either way that's my take on it#i see lots of advice on how to best write a story but not so much for how to do the actual action of writing#as in physically (or digitally) putting words down#because i think that's just as important#or maybe that's just me idk#but something to consider i guess
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FEVER FEVER FEVER
Synopsis. Sèx pollen - itâs never felt so good.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, sèx pollen, PĂSSYDRĂNK MEN, creampĂes, brĂŠeding, making them whĂmper, oraI (fem), true form Sukuna, Sukunaâs two mouths, ĂnapproprĂate use of jujutsu, 7:3 technique, GOJOâS POWERS, matĂng presses, overstĂm, bĂłndage, first times (Choso), losing control, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Can you guess the title reference heheh?
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - WICKED!
Toji Fushiguro swears he isnât affected - he swears that stupid, stray technique didnât actually hit him when finishing off todayâs job.
After all, itâs not like heâs some weak, pathetically needy-
âPlease, doll.â Toji gasps - he heaves - hot and heavy between your pretty legs. Letting his roughened tongue slide its pathway across that perky scar sitting right on the edge of his white-glossed lip, re-tasting you. Himself. And he can feel the way his overworked tip twitches at that cute wide-eyed gaze of yours, mouth dropping at him begging. âDonât make me ah- say any of that s-stupid stuff again.â
You huff out a low bout of teasing laughter that makes him flinch, âHmm, but I donât think I heard you properly, baby?â
God, he wished he couldnât smell your sweet saccharine scent fogging up his mind, he wished the mere sound of your honeyed tone didnât have him gushing out in another sweltering hot wave. Growling, âW-when this is over I swearââ
âTimeâs tickingâŚâ
Damn.
âP-please-â The word comes out strangled - pained. âCan I p-put it back inside, ma?â
Itâs a beg - a plea.
One that has Tojiâs ears flushing an angry red, and his eyes looking up at you tearily in a way that uttered heâd die right now if he didnât get another taste of your heavenly cunt.
You can barely even start to let your head shake with a nod before a choked-up groan bursts from Tojiâs wobbly lips. And heâs flipping you over with one simple push of his large, strong arms attached roughly onto your hips. Pushing your pliantly face into the soft, silken pillows on all fours like he couldnât bear hearing any more of those sweet sounds of yours. For the sake of his sanity.Â
âYes-â he gasps, digits curling around his thick hilt to guide them into a pretty peck against your cunt. âYes yes yes yes- finally- ah finally-â
Heâs drooling. Still so greedy even after hours now.Â
Swollen cock so rawly red and angry, heâs splattering out freshly translucent swashes of precum against your puckered hole. Creamy and drizzled with rings of cum from just before that he hadnât been able to lap up mere moments earlier.Â
Toji couldnât get enough- he doesnât want to. Doesnât think itâs even physically possible.Â
âCanât believe what ya d-do to me-â His words are hushed, unsteady - like they were on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. Pressing a lingering trail of kisses down your arched spine, he gulps in your heady pheromones. â-oh, sânot even that fucking p-pollen, ya have no fuckinâ idea.âÂ
But ah he gets even harder at your scent. Shuddering out a heavy groan, every powerful limb of Tojiâs utterly loosening at the way your toasty cunt was hugging him so tightly all over again. Youâre being massaged against his mouth-watering abs when he pushes even further in-
âWhere the fuck do you think youâre g-going, huh?â
It takes you a few cockdrunken seconds to realize that this is Toji talking to you - deep baritone a few octaves higher, cracking ever-so-slightly at the end in a way youâd never even imagined before. And a few more to recognize that youâd been clawing at the rickety headboard, jittery hips sneaking mere inches away from his ruthless size.Â
Youâre gasping, letting go immediately. âI-I didnât mean- youâre just so big, Toji.â
And, truly, he was.Â
Thereâs so much of him.
You didnât know whether it was the sex pollen that had him fitting out the snug inches of his girth so massively bigger than usual. Strawberry tip red and painting your puffy pussy lips to be dripping wet, it seemed like just the tiniest piston has his rotund head spreading open your taut insides.Â
Has Tojiâs head reeling. Has him getting angry at the slightly melty recoil that had his bawling tip parting from your insides for a split-second.Â
Addicted.Â
But this makes Toji hiss, it makes his strong arms wrap around your waist in a vice-like bodylock. Eyes crinkling with watery beads of tears, he catches your lips in a filthy, filthy kiss. âNo- donât fuckin- you can fucking take it- want it- need it, ma, please- think mâgonna die without ya-â
Gripping harshly onto your hips to slam into the very depths of your pussy, heâs feeding your sopping slit with every his girthy inch. All the way until his hefty balls kiss wetly up against your ass.Â
THUD!
âOh shit-â your voice quivers, eyeing the sagging end of the bed. âToji, you broke the-â
But that didnât matter to Toji. Why would it?
SLAM!
In fact, itâs the fucking last thing he could think about before swiftly maneuvering your body to press against the fucking floor with a strained gruff.Â
And in a split-second, something muscular and weighty is being pressed onto the back of your head. You gasp when you realize that itâs Tojiâs foot, angling his gyrating hips perfectly right to swipe an oozing glide of wispy precum down your battered g-spot.Â
He��s panting - heaving out, âHeh, s-spread âem-â Frantically kneeing apart your limp legs wider, âoh, yeah thaâs it. Shhh sh sh-â You didnât know whether Toji was trying to soothe you or his greedy self. âTake this f-fuckinâ cock fâme, alright?â
Splaying out one palm midway down your stomach to massage and feel for his riotous nudge, exactly where he could feel himself ramming in for the nth time. Over and over-Â
HmmâŚmaybe this sex pollen wasnât too bad.Â
âW-what?â Youâre whirling your bleary gaze over your shoulder to sputter and Toji registers that his drunken mouth has accidentally babbled out loud.Â
But the only response you mercifully get is Toji spooning his fingers down to swirl over your neglected clit. A sleazy grin smearing all over his face at the way his thick digits slip and slide from how coated your sensitive nub was with his seed.Â
âMâjusâ s-sayin, ma-â he grins, and you feel his tight, cum-filled balls thwack! thwack! thwack! against your overstuffed cunt even harder. More wickedly. âThis sex pollenâs making me a bitâŚhungry again.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 7:3
âM-my love-â Nanami hisses through a wince at the way his rich baritone was breaking pathetically - hoarse, choked-up. Heâs never felt this way. Never. âJ-jusâ one more?â
Never been so greedy. So horny.
Like heâd die if he doesnât paint your pretty pussy white.
And if the way your husband had you folded into a mean mess of a mating press wasnât enough to agree, heâs planting a pretty peck right against the battered bullseye of your g-spot with his swollen tip. Hard.Â
The spongy cushion making him collapse onto his elbows with a groan, repeating his same, syrupy mantra. âPlease o-one more-â
Nanamiâs stamina was incredible by itself but now?
Now it had you blinking back your sobbing tears, swiping away the sweat-dampened strands of blond from his face with a trembly hand, âOnly one more?â
Oh, Nanamiâs voice opens to agree, his lips crack open to repeat them- those words barely babbling out of his loose mouth before your clingy walls suddenly give him a tempting squeeze. And any and all rational thought is sucked thoroughly out of him-
âI-I donât know-â heâs breathing out, letting his head fall into the safety of the crook of your neck. Hips still stuttering forwards to spearhead into your gummy depths. Mindlessly. He could feel the drippingly wet slosh of his cum coating his shaft. Drinking in your sweet, sweet scent, âDonât- donât know why this is happening. Donât know if itâs ânough- donât hngh- know if itâll ever be. J-jusâ want you a pretty m-momma, darling.â
And itâs all that heâs been thinking about for the whole day now.
Right from the very second heâd been hit with a special grade technique during a mission, to the moment that Nanami had stormed up to your apartment and taken you right then and there on the living room floor.
Hours ago.
âP-please-âÂ
Nanami doesnât even know what heâs begging for, but itâs just about all that he can sputter out like a little prayer.Â
However, you do, apparently. Flashing him a cockdrunken smile that makes his breath hitch, and his tip bawl out a new velvety wave of precum that splatters against the ends of your cervix. You hum, âMhm- o-one more, Kenââ
Immediately being shut up by a sudden slam! into your sweetest spots, heâs rutting in so deep, so thoroughly that youâre left deliriously wondering whether the circumference of his girth would be left indented onto your melty walls. Again. And again and again and- shit, was he using his jujutsu?
Was he even in control?
âCanât stop- canât stop canât stop- I-itâs like-â Jackhammering pound after angry pound so hard that youâre being pushed further and further up the floor. âYouâre too good to me- no!â he cries, accidentally sliding out from between your glossy folds to smack! smack! smack! his furiously reddened cock down the splatters of seed that drip down from your slit. Twitching until he bullies back in- â-promise mâgonna m-make it up to ya- hah- promise mânot gonna miss.â
And then heâs letting your unsteady fingers clutch tightly around the silky fabric of that yellow, speckled work tie that he hadnât even bothered removing. âH-hold onto this- hold- in case I get tooâŚâÂ
âKen-â you hiss, feeling the cold circumference of Nanamiâs wedding ring prod at your clit. So full you have the distinct thought that you could almost explode. âMânot s-sure if itâll fit though-â
But Nanami didnât want that - couldnât even bear the thought-
âW-wonât fit?â Nanami shudders, eyes wide. âIt wonâtâŚwonât fit?âÂ
Sounding so devastated.Â
Cracking a low whine at the very back of his throat when he immediately flinches away - spreading out his rounded fingers across your stomach to press. He coats his warm cock with a sudden gleam of cum eagerly, âSâthis o-okay now? Will- will it fit, my love?â
And itâs so, so filthy.
Youâre mewling like such a slut, âYes- yes yes yes yes- m-more-â
Nanami was practically burning up, heaving for air. His feverish pleas panting out condensely against your face.Â
âGonna fill this ngh- cute cunt up until sheâs overspilling.â Rummaging his dick inside your gooey cunt dangerously accurately, grazing up the thumping pace of his veins down the crevices of all your sensitive spots. Even hidden ones. âHave you all round and ah- glowing with my kid.â Uncharacteristically leaving a sodden swat! at your plump clit to watch your gush out in another creamy ring. âCanât rest- canât fuckinâ stop until I do. Feels like mâburning.â
Your fingers wrap even more desperately around his tie, pulling - hauling.
Yes, he gulps. This is what he wanted - what he needed. What the pollen was begging him for.Â
His lips leer down to glissade wetly across your own, not even a kiss because he could barely even manage one. Unable to even raise his droopy eyes to meet your stare, â-hah- what do you want- t-tell me what you want, my wife.â
Your own lips quiver. âI-I want two babies, Ken-â
Oh.Â
Oh, fuck.Â
When Nanami was out of control, he was unrecognizable.Â
Hips slamming against yours in a few more sloppy strokes, before filling up every empty space with hot pumps of his seed. Voluminous. Itâs spurting against your walls with a wet thwack! and not even your hand around his tie makes him slow down.
The air crackles with a few more sparks of jujutsu - except Nanami couldnât control it. Couldnât grasp the way even with his technique, he was so drunk on your pussy that his cock was just barely drawing wet glides of cum down your g-spot. Almost missing.Â
Making him malfunction his cursed technique.Â
Yet, the only thing you can register is when your own orgasm hits, white-hot tingles flashing down your spine. Toes curling, pulse thundering so loudly in your ears that you almost miss-
âO-oneâŚjust one more, my love?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - (Un)affected
âI donâtâŚI donât-â
Now, Geto Suguru had absolutely zero idea what he was about to babble away - maybe that he wasnât affected by that sex pollen curse heâd swallowed, maybe that he wasnât losing a slight bit of his sanity with every feverish drag of his fingers down his painfully hard cock.
â-donât need anythinâ but your hngh- pretty face, gorgeous. Help out your leader, would ya?â
And oh, you looked like such a dream below him - with your glassy eyes blinking up at him, tongue darted out so obscenely to catch the stray splatters of his aphrodisiac-like precum. Pearly, winking beads that drip! drip! drip! down his visibly throbbing length.Â
His beautiful second-in-command.
And he was so ruined.Â
Sounding so pathetic when he whispers, scared at the way he knew his words would crack pathetically at the very end. âB-bring yerself closer, no need to be hah- shy- let me- let meâŚplease.â
But he looked so pretty above you.
Splayed out in such a messy way on the throne for the association leader, dark brows knitted, sweat trickling in glistening rivulets down his forehead. Strands of Getoâs long, dark hair stick to his forehead when he smacks your pouty lips with his angry cock until theyâre rubbed raw.Â
âWanâ you to cum, Suguââ youâre batting your lashes in a way that makes his swollen cock twitch in his hands. Smearing your palms up and down the creamy skin of his muscular, manspread thighs, â-cum on my face, please?â
Fuck, he was so unfairly sensitive right now that just the singular gust of your words hitting his cock made Getoâs abs ripple. Make his entire body wrack with shudder after shudder as his weepy tip spits out a translucent few beads of precum.Â
âS-such a naughty mouth.â heâs hissing, trying for the life of him to not act like the simplest glide of your palms had Geto fighting back his high already. âBetter be ah- careful. Canât talk like that nâ not end up s-stuffed full, honeyââ
Itâs a warning.Â
For both of you.
Getoâs finding his roughened digits fly down faster and faster his length, squeezing ever-so-slightly harder near his mushroom slit.
You whine, âBut I want that, Sugu.â
You little minx. You evil, evil little-
And he canât fucking stop the way his hefty balls clench - painfully, obscenely, sluttily in a way that has the pinkish divot at the very end of his cock spurt out in a ribbon of steaming hot seed.
Youâre closing your eyes, waiting for more- but Geto has other plans.Â
Plans that have him swiping over the thick pad of his thumb to press down hard at the very ruby head of his erection, choking back a slew of swears when he wavers off his orgasm for just a second. Just long enough to drag you upwards with one free hand attaching to your waist.Â
Up, up, up-
âSit on m-my cock, gorgeous-â heâs spitting, wet and panted against your lips. Dizzying. You gasp at the sodden drag of Getoâs bawling tip down your pre-soaked pussy lips, meshing in a wet, wet French kiss. â-câmon. Ride me. Ride me please- mâburning up.â
And it was the only opportunity youâd get to hear the dangerous Geto Suguru whine, to see him blink his long, teary lashes up at you when you sink your drooling cunt down his girth just an inch.Â
He was so warm splitting you open.Â
So steaming hot when your tight pussy floods with string wads of cum, such a mind-numbing orgasm that Geto can feel it before he even registers it. One that has his toes curling, his arms locking around your waist to fuck up into you like he hates you.Â
âD-donât get it twisted mâearly because of the ah- p-pollen.â he groans, back muscles flexing with every perfect curved arch upwards into your greedy hips. The wet thwack! of skin-on-skin resounds throughout the tatami room and makes Geto drool. Unable to even spell out coherent sentences right now - well, not until he feels your sloppy hips slow down just a tad.
âSugu- mâtired.â
Truly, his stamina was too much.Â
Swat! His fingers leave branding little imprints, before roughly attaching to pinch your pulsing clit, âWork on it, gorgeous- thaâs an order. Because mânot hngh- anywhere near done. Jusâ milk me- milk me dryâŚoh, yeah let that pretty pussy have her fun-âÂ
âO-oh fuck fuck fuck-â You clutch precariously at the mahogany woodwork of his chair, thighs aching with the sheer effort to try and bounce your drippingly wet pussy down onto his rudely jostling cock. â-thereâs so much- ah- can feel it drippinâ down my thighs-â
âSh-shut up.â Getoâs managing to get out through grit teeth, planting another unabashed smack on your cunt simply to prove his point. Begging, âGod, please- mercy-â
Because your honeyed tone is so sweet, your words so filthy that they have him spurting out a few more fatigued rivers of cum.Â
Rasping out the tiniest of whimpers with each of your damp bounces, he makes you work. âO-open that mouth.â And you listen - of course, you do - letting those pretty, spit-glossed lips fall open into a soft ah! All so perfect for him to spit- the taste makes you hot. Burning, like an aphrodisiac. And now youâre feeling dizzy. âBeinâ way too talkative f-for a ngh- second-in-command. Arenât ya?â
And obviously you donât point out the slight drizzle of drool that makes its way down the corner of his coral pink lips, obviously you donât point out just how hot and heavy he was swirling lewdly inside your walls. Stretching you out to the max - still so hard despite cumming for the nth time already.
No, instead, you smile drunkenly. âWhy? D-does it affect you, sir?â
Smack!
âSh-shut up nâ keep riding me, gorgeous.â And you couldâve sworn that Getoâs voice broke.
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Bed chem.
Choso was ruined. Absolutely fucked outâŚand he was so pathetically embarrassed about it.Â
Unable to wrangle the teary ah! ah! ah! ripping from the very depths of his throat every time your drenched cunt was dragging down his sensitive shaft. Still clothed, still glissading along his thumping veins teasingly - but he felt like he could cum already.Â
âP-please, baby-â The thick pads of his jittery fingers find their way to the edges of your soaked underwear, hooking inside ever-so-slightly - and the tiniest sneak peek of your puffy pussy lips makes him gulp. â-please I feel like mâgonna hah- die without ya.â
âBut, Choââ And that nickname in your sweetened tone is enough for him to buck right off the silken sheets. â-how am I supposed to help you with the pollen, otherwise? Mâjusâ being a good friend.â
You wanted him to say it.
You wanted your best friend to beg.
âI-IâŚâ
And oh, he trails off - because youâre helping him slide your sticky panties just enough down your thighs. Flashing him such a dangerous smile right as you watch Chosoâs mouth drop, dark brows scrunching together when he heaves out a moan.
âI d-donât know, baby- I donât- I donât know-â And he felt like he was burning, he felt his melty mind getting dizzier by the minute as your slobbering cunt drags in determined gyrations against him faster. Swollen folds spreading to coat the pattern of his throbbing veins in a gleaming sheen. Humping so ferally. âB-but you smell so good and f-feel so oh- all I want isâŚâÂ
You donât get to hear the rest of his sentence.Â
Within a split-second, your panties are left in tiny tatters for him to breathe in. Filthily.
Drinking in his fill before he has one pinning both your wrists behind your back. The other plugging into your cunt to circle a slow swivel enough for him to bully inside-
Heaven. He was in heaven.Â
âThis. This is what it oh- feels like? This is a-all I want-â heâs hiccuping, voice breaking into such a pretty whine every time his raw cock is tapping against the softest areas of your gummy walls. â-to fuck my p-pretty best friend. All Iâve ever wanted- Sâmy first ngh- time, yâknow?â
Youâre fluttering your eyes back open to bore down at Chosoâs fucked-out expression. âSâyour first time? Wh-why didnât you ah- tell me, Cho?â
And maybe because he was embarrassed, maybe because all it takes is a single clench of your saturated cunt around his girthy shaft for him to shoot out a few wisps of cum. Half-orgasming already.Â
But Choso only plants his powerful thighs flat on the mattress to pressurize his slow drills upwards.
Tentative, almost. As if he wasnât utterly rummaging your insides, poking at your glossy cervix with sopping wet glides of his fat cock, stretching out your taut channel to massage spots you didnât even know existed.Â
The pollen had him greedier than ever.Â
âMhmmâ because th-thereâs no one else fâme.â His lower lip wobbles cutely, dewy eyes drooping to an almost closed state with every drag of his cock down your elastic walls. Filthy. Feverish. âSâjusâ for a bit- just- hah- just for the pollen, remember?â
Oh, right. Youâre shuffling your hands precariously onto Chosoâs bulging pecs to determine your grinds even more thoroughly. Pound after pound that left your ass stinging with impact. It was so hypnotic that youâd almost forgotten about the entire reason you wereâŚhelping in the first place.Â
You fingers bully between his plump lips, muttering, âOpen fâme, Cho?â
And of course Choso would do anything you command in a heartbeat. Anything. The only thing on his mind when he lets his mouth fall slack - just in time for your syrupy stream of spit. Hitting right onto the middle of his tastebuds, swallowing.Â
So heady that he half-wonders whether you were the cause of the sex pollen itself.Â
Holding back a few strained pleas for mercy, heâs placing a wet line of pecks down the side of your teary cheeks- shit, when did you even start crying? Choso canât help but let his pinkish tongue loll out to lick a languid stripe up those salty dredges, groaning.Â
âJust for the p-pollen andâŚâ
âAnd what?â youâre crying out, feeling one set of his ringed fingers curl deftly around the nub of your clit. Swiping a wet drag of his rotund pads down the very sensitive edges of the hood, it makes your thighs shiver down even faster to meet Chosoâs addicted pace.Â
âAnd thenâŚâ
In a split-second, youâre being flipped over so meanly. Splayed out like such a slut on the plush mattress when Choso drags your limp legs up onto the curves of his deltoids, abs flexing and rubbing up against your ass when he folds in half down, down, down into the meanest mating press youâve never thought possible.Â
Chosoâs gleamingly sharp canines sink into your ear lobe, breath feverishly hot against your ear. In fact, all of him was absolutely burning right now. Heaving. â-then mâgonna hngh- marry you.â Spitting into your open mouth - broken. Desperate. âF-fuck the talking stage, fuck dating- mâgonna wife you up.â You feel his hips get sloppier and sloppier, spearheading Chosoâs fat cock to the very bruised bottom of your pussy. âShit- gonna propose. Be my wife- the mother of my kids. Breed this cunt- Let me please- ngh- please by my wife.â
Maybe it was the sex pollen that had him babbling so much, maybe it was you.
But either way - Choso doesnât care. He doesnât give a shit when youâre opening your lips enough to mumble, âI-I do- Cho.â
His best friend. Enough to make him rut up into you wildly like an animal. Clashing his wet tip over and over in sopping slides down your g-spot. Again. And again and-
And the only answer is Chosoâs whimper, âA-and pleaseâŚcan your h-husband cum inside, baby?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Mouthy?!
Sukunaâs hooking two of his fingers into the corner of his mouth - his other mouth. A wide, ravenous smile. Larger, greedier, positioned right underneath your shamefully spread cunt. âMove that damn hand before I hafta do it myself, woman.â
And oh he sounded so impatient - so utterly strained like just a few seconds longer would have Ryomen Sukuna rampaging.Â
Your entire body burns with embarrassment, jittery legs almost coming to a close at the feverish pant of his second mouth. Drooling, ravenously condensing out little droplets of saliva that splatter onto your quivering hole like a blank canvas.Â
âB-but are you sure, Kuna?â youâre whimpering, biting back tiny gasps at the way his tongue drags its sodden taste-buds along where you were straddling him with your sheeny inner thighs. Face sitting butâŚnot quite. âY-youâre that needy?â
Oh.
Oh, you shouldâve known better than to accuse the infamous King of Curses of being needy - no matter how utterly true it was right about now.Â
Sukuna didnât know what potion Uraume had accidentally knocked into his last meal, but it had him so ruined. He couldnât even breathe without all the blood in his towering body rushing straight into his painfully swollen cocks, couldnât even think without feeling like his veins were boiling with the sudden greed to taste you.
Because Sukuna might have had his mealâŚbut he was still starving. In a way he didnât even know before rolling his tongue past your glossy folds.Â
And he was chuckling out a dangerous bout of rumbling laughter that makes your lower lip wobble, âDonât fuckinâ call me n-needy. Mâjus-â Addicted? Hypnotized? Battling with the feeling that heâll die without your pretty pussy? Deep voice petering out when he couldnât even begin to justify the way that Sukuna was dragging his lolling tongue down your sodden folds, twirling the very pointed tip over the hood of your clit. â-fuck- I donât need to give you an explanation, p-puny human. Just ride me.â
Thatâs all the answer youâre getting before he hunches over - long tongue tunneling even deeper around your melty walls and Sukuna was drooling. Smacking many, many wet kisses.
Heâs throwing his head back into the decadently royal pillows with a slight, cracking whimper at the sweet, sweet taste of you on his tongue. Not that heâd ever admit it, of course. Swivelling wetly so that every single bead of your juices drip its silky way into his widely opened mouth. âJusâ need a taste- just one taste.â
Your juices were like nectar, making the pollen rush.
âC-can you even taste like this, Kunaâ?â your voice comes out in tiny whines. Positioning your shivery hands on either side of his shoulders to steady your legs - it just felt so unbearably good.Â
Swat!Â
And even with his thick, calloused fingertips, it felt like Sukuna was putting in twice the strength to plant a branding smack onto the curve of your jiggling ass. âSilly girl, of course I can taste this pretty cunt of yours-â Smoothing over the raised digits, and bearing you with such a sleazy grin. â-askinâ soo many q-questions, huh?âÂ
âBut-â
Smack!Â
âShh, why donât we let her speak for a second, now- hm?â
Silencing down his own grunts until all that resounds in the chamber are those sloshing squelches of your cunt dragging back and forth Sukunaâs monstrous tongue. The sounds of his wet muscle gyrating in and out hotly - it was almost burning.Â
âHeh, real talkative this one is, too.â heâs snickering. Two of his arms attaching roughly onto your trembly hips, and a third covering your sagging mouth. â-why dontcha hngh- play with this pretty cunt of yours a lilâ, brat? Make her all nice nâ even wetter fâme to taste?â
And itâs all you can do to dance one hand down to run over your poorly neglected clit, toying with that nub just the way you liked - and the way Sukuna liked, too. If the way his mouth - both his mouths - were smiling told you anything.
Yet, he wanted more.
âFuck- fuck, wait.â And Sukuna smacks! away your hand with his free one - he couldnât even last a few minutes with anyone other than himself staking a slutty claim on your cunt. âLet- let me.â Every roll of his tongue goes hand-in-hand with the meanest little drag of his fat thumb down your clit. At your surprised yelp, âShut up and ride it.â
Youâre clenching your teeth, bouncing your thighs up and down to glissade a ride everywhere from the ridges of Sukunaâs defined abs to the edges of his slurping tongue.Â
âHeheh yeah-â heâs giggling - giggling. Drunk on you and your ravenous hips, you were moving against him so filthy at this point and he almost feels himself - the king of curses - blush. Head lolling backwards but eyeing down to watch how spearheaded you were on his tongue, surging in and out in wet sloshes to fuck your pretty cunt open on him. âClenchinâ around me so tight- looks like youâre gonna cum, hm?â
âI-I amâŚso close, Kuna-â
âDonâ needa tell me- this cunt is speaking ânough for the both of ya. Right about-â Your eyes spark with sudden stars as he leaves another sudden smack! on your ass, your clit, and then one on your thigh. Before pulling- hauling- â-now.â
And the very moment you feel that build-up within your stomach snap - gushing out in wet wave after wave of your orgasm. All you can do is grab on helplessly to the- the headboard?
Blinking open your bleary eyes to realize that you were sitting on Sukunaâs mouth. His actual mouth. Cracked wide open for him to lap up every single bead and splatter of your squirting.
Such a filthy mess.
âThere we go-â heâs groaning, eyes falling half-lidded. And through the corner of your eye, you catch the way his second mouth licks its lips devilishly. â-now Iâm almost full.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - âD-do you hate me?â
âWhat?â youâre blinking down at your dear boyfriend. âOf course not, Toru-â
âThen, y-you really think this will hold me back, sweetheart?â
The words are barely out of Gojoâs mouth before he already knows that theyâre bluffs, already knows that the strongest is powerless against those thick black blindfolds restraining his wrists to the bedposts - and you.Â
You, you, you-
With your trembly legs straddling his lap, hovering your cunt just above his strawberry blushed head so deliciously. Your sodden pussy lips slobbering all the way down his length in a way that Gojo finds dizzying. He just canât help but tug-
âNow now, I said no pulling.â Your honeyed tone makes his fat tip twitch despite the way it was dripping with a filthy warning. âJusâ the tip, Toru. Remember?â
RightâŚnot.Â
âYes yes yes yes-â Gojo gasps wetly, feet planting on either side of the mattress to buck up and push. To smear a pretty peck right past your folds and against that tight ring of muscle, hot. And, shit, maybe it was that fucking pollen but Gojo whimpers, how he wished he could touch you. â-jusâ the tip. The tip hngh- please jusâ take me I donât even c-care.â
But he did.
Oh, how much Gojo cared ever since heâd let himself be hit by that weak sex pollen jujutsu as a joke.Â
Never expecting to end up babbling thoroughly pussydrunkenly like this, to have his twitchy cock sinking in a mere inch into your melty walls and feeling like he was about to burst.Â
âYou say that but this is way more than âjust the tipâ, Toruââ
And Gojo canât help but look, to snap his teary eyes downwards and drink in the way your puffed-up pussy lips were bulging all around his thick cock. Just barely past his sensitive slit, he could catch that thumping pulse at your cunt like you wanted to milk something delicious.Â
âA-are ya sure, pretty?â heâs snickering, gripping on tightly to use the lewd leverage of his ties to rut up, up, up- âDoesnât l-look like hngh- sâenough to me.â
Shit.
He canât help the way his prattling mouth sags open when your tight cunt swallows up another greedy inch. And if any of you two had been in a slightly less delirious state of mind, then youâd have noticed the way the dim bedroom lighting flickers, the way your bed shifts.Â
Keening at the slight thickening where his hilt was fatter, spearheading your taut pussy so open. Itâs like his prominent veins were throb throb throbbing to massage forbidden sweet spots that you didnât even know existed.Â
Youâre taking a few sloppy seconds to find your voice, gathering up every shred of will in your body to make sure it doesnât break. âD-donât act like youâre hah- forgiven for g-getting yourself into this mess, baby-â
Ah, Gojo practically purrs underneath you. âJusâ feel like mâgonna d-die without ya-â Bed creaking when he riotously thrusts upwards to match your tantalizing pace with a much sloppier one of his own. That smack-on-smack after every pound music to his ears - but not enough. âBut, if you let m-me outta these nghâ ties then maybe I could-â
âToruâŚâ
Oh, he was in trouble.
But that angry scoff on your pretty features only had Gojo moaning, gulping in desperate heavals of your scented pheromones. Dizzying.Â
âSatoru.â
Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, Gojo was out of control.Â
Head throwing back at your voice, lips gasping. Furiously ramming upwards into you with every ounce of strength he had - and Gojo could feel his limbs weaken, his bones ache with fatigue but he needed more.Â
Maybe it was the pollen, probably it was him.
Burning for it.
âAww donâ be like that. J-just the tip- just the tip-â heâs hiccuping out, eyes rearing almost half-closed. Sweat drips down the middle of his spine, your slick smears down in a wet gush onto his tufts of white when your pussy lips kiss his toned pelvis. Way past the tip but Gojo couldnât stop- â-a little more-â Pushing mindlessly deeper, â-the tip- fuck you can take it- jus ah-â Wouldnât stop. Canât stop.
âToru-â your words pitch into something pathetically whiny now. â-mâso closeâŚâ
He already knew
Of course, he already knew. His six eyes could catch that extra wad of drool coating your inner walls, the way your rapid pulse was probing even louder against his overwhelmed cock. Almost painfully.Â
âMhmâ I know I know-â he gasps, ripping out a guttural moan when youâre craning over your pretty self to lick a path down the side of that sliver of drool at his mouth. â-cum fâme then- cum- hngh- cum on my cock, please?â
âI should hah- leave you right now, for lying about j-just the tip.â
But who was Gojo Satoru against you?
The slight threat only just leaves your glossed lips before he feels a stubborn pricking behind his eyes. Fuck, what a spectacle this would be to anyone right now. Big, bulbous tears crinkling down the side of his cheeks, Gojo bats his wet lashes innocently up at you. âPlease?â
And with a shudder, youâre cumming - crashing headfirst into your orgasm.Â
Fuck, youâre wondering whether this curse was contagious with how strong those waves of your high are. Peak after peak and only much, much later do you realize that Gojoâs already ripped straight through his restraints.
Left as mere tatters by the pillow when he latches on roughly to your waist and pounds up his drilling rams, over and over to target your poor, bruised g-spot. Fucking you through your high, vision swimming, lights exploding-Â
And Gojo doesnât even realize heâs cumming until heâs managing to crack his glowing eyes open to bore down at the milky ring of white painting around his thick hilt. Gasping in wonderment, heâs running a singular digit down the glossy puddle - before popping it into his mouth. Sucking.Â
âSweetheartâŚwould you h-hate me if I said Iâm ah- still feeling the sex pollen?â
â...â
A/N. Hope you lovelies have a great dayyyy <3
Plagiarism not authorized.
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ok well maybe i have to share soma favorite game title with outerwilds cuz everytime i think aboutouterwilds i think about the ending of eote and i break into tears, also im wearing an outerwilds shirt rn. if youre cool with spoilers and dont wanna play outerwilds, the ending is still like.
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it's a beautiful ending. it made me cry for like 30 mins i was inconsolable
#fool's monologue#Youtube#spoilers#spoilers dont read this next view sentences i mean it#in eote this civilization was able to make a digital recreation of their home planet. it depends on you having this blue fire. which ig#represents your being. ur soul. something like that#once it goes out#you return to your physical body in the physical world#now. if theres no body to return to... well.#based on the foot tracks. the prisoner walks here. puts the staff down to give you their last parting words. and basically kills themself#imagining themselves alongside you on a boat into their homeplanet. i wanna throw up
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TL;DR: Steam just made library sharing so much fucking easier and so much fucking better. Instead of login-trading, it's just a simple goddamn invite.
Read this. Really. It's a good read. Because it shows that, full-stop, Valve isn't just doubling down on their stance to make sure that people can and should be able to share their copies of digital goods as easily as they can physical ones, but they're making it better and easier than ever.
But you know how Steam allowed you to, with either friends or family, link accounts with another person to be able to establish an ability to share game libraries with one another? The general gist of Steam Family Sharing was that, with a limit of five people plus you (six in total) on a limit of ten computers total could share account access to willingly mix your libraries. You could play theirs. They could play yours.
This was a huge boon. It was meant to emulate sharing a physical copy of a game. A way to allow children to play games their parents or siblings had bought without having to fork over double the cash to buy it a second game. But it had some major limitations and drawbacks, and was archaic to use.
If a person did not share the same computer, you had to manually log into that computer to give it and the accounts on it access. This wouldn't be a problem if both accounts were used on the same computer, but many households (and astronomically more family and friend groups) had multiple computers, all used by different people.
If that computer, at any point, was hard reset to any point before the sharing occurred, you lost access. And had to do the whole process again. This was also an issue with computer transfers. The whole kit and kaboodle needed to be redone on upgrades. On top of that, the old computer is now just dead weight that you may not realize you have to manually revoke access to.
Putting your account information on another person's computer opens up security issues. They could, intentionally or accidentally, land themselves on your account if the login information was stored. Which could easily lead to purchases or bans you did not want to happen.
If anyone was, at any point, playing any game on their own library, you had no access to their games. Even if it was a totally different game, you had to wait your turn as if waiting for their computer to be freed up to sit at. (Admittedly this is kind of like the "mom said it's my turn on the xbox" meme, but hey, kinda archaic.)
You could not choose whose library you accessed a game from. Not at all. It always prioritized the first library it gained access from, DLC access and multiplayer be damned. If another friend you were accepting games from had more DLC? Too bad.
And yet here we are. Steam Families Beta fixes EVERYTHING about the above issues. By just going through Settings > Interface > client Beta Participation and clicking onto Steam Families Beta? You get:
No more login sharing. No more computer links. You can now choose which person's library you borrowed from. And you can play any other game from someone's library, even while they're in-game. It just needs to be a different game than what they're playing.
Pick five people. Invite them to your family. And now everyone has access to everyone's library. My goddamn library went from 150-ish to almost a goddamn thousand in ten minutes of setup.
Account sharing and password sharing are dirty words that "lose" billions of dollars. Netflix, Hulu, Amazon, Max. They aren't game storefronts, but they still allow you to access massive libraries and scream like you murdered their firstborns for daring to share your password with your mother after you moved out.
Microsoft tried pushing to demonize and undercut used games sales and borrowed copies of physical games. Remember the first attempt to reveal the Xbox One? People forget, but these vultures tried to make an always online console that checked to see if you were the account that owned the game, even if you had a physical disc, and prevent access to the disc's contents if you weren't the original downloader.
Valve walked the fuck up. Valve tapped the mic. And Valve dropped the fucking thing right onto the ground with one feature's revamp.
About the only issues I can see with this are twofold:
If someone sharing your library gets banned from a game's servers... so do you. No one else in the family does, but the both of you do. This is... rather unpleasant, because banhammers can be dropped quite frequently by mistake. I'd urge Valve to rethink this one, but I see the logic: don't cheat and effectively bite the hand feeding you. Still making me side-eye that, though.
If you leave a family you've joined? You have to wait a YEAR to join a new one. It's to prevent people form jumping ship to another group and screwing over who's in the former one in the process, but a YEAR? OUCH.
Problems aside, though... it's probably the biggest fucking power move I have ever seen a media distributor make in the current economic climate. It's the kind of thing that would let so many new games be available in a way that's easier than ever. Just a few clicks to send or accept an invite, and bam. Permanent access to dozens or even hundreds of new games with so much more freedom than earlier drafts of the system.
It's the kind of thing that slaps you in the face with positivity after so many Ls from the games and media industries. And I'm all the fuck for a W like this.
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â Summary: Alastor rarely lost control of his shadows. It only happened when he was deep in thought planning his next broadcast. Or when he was sleeping. But those moments were few and far between. Though when he did, one shadow, in particular, always came to your side.
â Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, smut, fingering, dubious consent from alastor's shadow, but consent from alastor himself, established relationship, slight misunderstandings, groping, making out, first time together, oral (reader receiving), breeding kink, praise, slight teasing, begging, squirting, alastor has a knot, soft aftercare, alastor's ears are his weak spot, reader holds onto alastor's antlers while they...ykyk
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Alastor rarely lost control of his shadows. It only happened when he was deep in thought planning his next broadcast. Or when he was sleeping. But those moments were few and far between. Though when he did, one shadow, in particular, always came to your side.Â
The dark silhouette was playful. You couldnât help but giggle when the shadow would dance along the wall, morphing into silly shapes. Or when the silhouette would play with the bubbles while you took a relaxing bath. You were pleasantly shocked when the shadow slipped into the tub with you, cupping some bubbles in its palm and forming a soapy beard around your jaw.Â
It was harmless fun. You never mentioned it to Alastor because you figured he sent the shadows of his own volition. Your partner had trouble with physical intimacy, so you assumed Alastor was testing the waters with his shadowy counterpart. Little did you know, that was far from the truth.Â
In some ways, Alastorâs shadows had a mind of their own. They reflected his deepest desires and emotions. So, when he didnât keep them in check, it only made sense that one of his shadows would find its way to you. Alastor simply adored you but he only showed you tenderness behind closed doors. Not wanting his reputation to be tarnished- or for you to get caught in the crossfire of any turf wars. So, the attention you were getting from his dark silhouette was more than welcome.Â
Over time, things became more⌠perverse. You had just gotten out of your bath, dressing yourself in your comfiest nightgown, when the shadow made its presence known. You jumped slightly when the void arms wrapped around your waist from where it towered behind you. The shadow nuzzled its face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your nape. A shudder ran through you as your partner's silhouette pulled your back flush against its chest.Â
âThis is⌠different,â You chuckled playfully, placing your hands over the shadow's hands that rested atop your abdomen. Slowly, they began moving down. Your breath hitched when the shadow of sharp nails raked up the tops of your thighs tauntingly, inching higher under your nightgown. Your hands came up to clasp around your mouth, failing miserably at muffling your sinful sounds. The shadowâs hand cupped your panty-clad core, caressing you in a teasing fashion. A moan of your lover's name slipped past your lips as the silhouette became more brazen. It dipped a hand underneath the waistband of your panties before slowly running a deft finger through your slick folds.Â
Alastor and you have never done anything sexual. Sure, you shared kisses and warm embraces, but never anything further. You had desires for Alastor in that way, but you never wanted to put him in a position where he would feel uncomfortable. You knew touch was quite challenging for your lover, so respecting his wishes was your top priority. Whenever you got needy, you took care of yourself, plain and simple. But having Alastorâs shadow feel you up so sensually, going so far as to gather the embarrassing amount of slick that pooled in your core with its wicked digit was more than a surprise for you. It felt amazing, better than you pictured. You only wished it was Alastor in the flesh instead of his shadow. But if this was what he was comfortable with until then, you werenât complaining.Â
Sultry whines of yours were muffled by your palm as the shadow dipped a finger into your welcoming heat. You clenched tightly from the sudden intrusion, the pleasure rushing straight to your head. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the shadow added a second finger, pumping into you slowly. The tantalizing drag of its fingers from deep within your pussy made your legs shake wildly. You still couldnât believe this was happening, but you were too scared to pinch yourself if this was a dream; because it was certainly one you didnât want to wake from.Â
From atop the radio tower, Alastor was fretting over the fine details for his next broadcast. His eyebrows were threaded in concentration as he typed away at his typewriter, tearing page after page and starting anew. None of what he was coming up with was up to par. It needed to be perfect. Amid all the stress and frustration, his devilish shadow slipped away from him. It sensed that Alastor needed comfort, and you were always his solace. The shadow also picked up on another urge that Alastor had as a cause of all his frustrations; a need for release.Â
Thatâs when the shadow snuck into your and Alastorâs shared room, hence the predicament youâre currently in. But little did you know, Alastor wasnât immune to his own shadowâs ministrations. Abruptly, Alastor doubled over. Warmth spread through his lower abdomen as he felt all the blood in his body rush south. Alastorâs eyebrows shot up in shock, eyes blown wide as he looked down into his lap. âWhat just happened..?â Alastor asked himself. His voice fell flat from his usually staticky tone, utterly dumbfounded as to why his body began to betray him. The heat in his belly grew, as did the ache in his groin. Alastorâs face flushed a deep crimson, complimenting his hair nicely as his breaths became labored. âF-FuckâŚâ He scored his bottom lip with his teeth, drawing blood as his cock twitched with need beneath his pants. Alastorâs nails dug deep into his desk, leaving deep scratch marks as his hips jolted up involuntarily. The need for release was almost painful, and he craved any sort of friction he could get at that moment.Â
Alastor took in a shaky breath, attempting to regain his composure. His mind was reeling, but he tried to focus. Thatâs when he noticed, his shadows went astray. âI rather hate when this happens,â Alastor spat through gritted teeth. He swallowed thickly before standing on shaky legs. He took one last breath before storming out of his radio tower. The need for release was suppressed momentarily as the desire to punish those pesky shadows outweighed.Â
As for you, the shadow continued its teasing pace. Each time you got close to the edge the shadow would stop entirely. Dragging out your much-needed orgasm and causing you to feel more desperate than ever. You craved release more than anything. Your mind was fuzzy, all you could focus on was the pleasure Alastor's shadow granted you. The only thing holding you up was one of the shadow's slender arms wrapped around your midsection. If not for that, your shaky legs surely would have given out by now.
Before your mind could catch up, the bedroom door slammed open. In an instant, the shadow that had been toying with you was gone. You dropped to the floor, eyes flickering open to comprehend what had happened. That's when your gaze fell upon Alastor. Embarrassment coursed through your veins at the sight of your lover. "A-Alastor..." Your voice was hoarse from all the whines that slipped past your lips only moments ago.Â
Alastor ushered to your side immediately. His gaze was full of worry as you watched a bead of sweat cascade down his forehead. "Oh dear, this certainly wasn't what I expected my shadow to be up to," He trailed off, the static in his voice laced with shame. Alastor grasped your hands in his before tugging you up off the floor. Your legs were still uneasy as you placed your hands atop your lover's shoulders to stabilize yourself.Â
"Wait... don't tell me you... didn't know?" Your bottom lip quivered as you avoided Alastor's intense gaze. You felt the tears well up in your eyes before he grasped your chin, forcing you to look at him. His other hand sat firmly on your hip, not wanting you to lose your footing. "My darling, I am so... please, forgive me for this vulgar display presented by my shadow. I had no clue that it was tormenting you until... my body became receptive. But not to worry, that wretched shadow will be punished."
The tears fell freely down your cheeks at his words. In a way, you felt rejected by your lover, and you felt stupid for even thinking he desired you in that way. How pathetic, you thought. Alastor wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb. His heart ached in his chest upon seeing you in such a fragile state. "How laughable, I really thought this was intentional. Ah, I feel so embarssed... I think I should be the one apologizing, Al," You sniffled, dropping your hands down to your sides, putting a bit of distance between Alastor and yourself.
His expression turned into one of perplexity until it all clicked in his mind. Alastor felt a knot in his stomach. His darling felt rejected by him because she assumed her desires weren't reciprocated. Little did you know, his shadows mirrored his deepest needs. So, your assumption couldn't have been further from the truth. Ah, just what was he to do to mend this?
"Nonsense, dearest. You don't need to be sorry for a single thing. Please, don't feel ashamed. The reason I apologized was because I assumed my shadow forced itself onto you. But to my better understanding, you enjoyed the pleasure it gave you," Alastor's voice deepened. Voice crackling with that signature radio static. His crimson gaze raked over your frame. He felt heat swirl within his lower abdomen once more at the sight of your disheveled state.Â
Your panties were pooling at your ankles, and the flimsy straps of your nightgown draped down your shoulders. Alastor didn't fail to notice the slick trailing down your inner thighs, nor the way your legs shook with need. "I really enjoyed it, Al..." You sniffled, a small frown painting your features. Alastor's grip around your waist tightened as the hand caressing your cheek began to trail lower. "Oh my little doe, the feeling is mutual," Alstor whispered, grasping your wrist before guiding your palm to the front of his trousers. A gasp slipped past your lips at the feeling of your lover's hard cock straining against his pants. "You see, my shadows share the same desires as I. They are a part of me, after all," He continued, large palm dwarfing the back of your hand as he pressed you further into his crotch.Â
Alastor let out a strangled groan at the much-needed friction, and the sound alone had you dripping with need. "What made you think I wouldn't want to absolutely ravish you? You truly believe fucking you hasn't crossed my mind countless times, hm?" You bit your lip at his words, squeezing your thighs together. Alastor let out a low chuckle, and before you could process it, he ushered you both to the bed. A breath escaped you as your back hit the mattress. In no time, Alastor was crawling on top of you, his slender thighs caging you underneath him. He dipped his face low, nose nearly brushing against yours. "Well, use your words, darling."Â
Your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you gazed into his frenzied gaze. His eyes were half-lidded, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. "N-No! I... I just thought that-" Alastor brought a finger to your lips, shushing you softly. "You thought wrong, my dearest. This isn't quite what I had in mind for our first time, but alas," Alastor's large palms trailed down your body. He pushed your thighs apart with ease, slotting himself between them. A gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his clothed erection pressing deeply into your exposed pussy. You were sure you had left a wet patch at the front of his pants from his gesture, but you couldn't care less.Â
Alastor's gaze never once left yours. He drank up your expressions. The way your lips parted as another whimper escaped your throat was simply adorable to him. Alastor pushed your nightgown higher up your thighs and over your torso before skillfully ridding you of the garment entirely. "My, my... you are quite a sight for sore eyes. I could just eat you up," He inched his way down the bed, still gazing into your eyes as he laid flat on his stomach from beneath your legs. Alastor hooked your thighs over his shoulders, nipping and licking at the sensitive flesh. Pulling moans from your lips and causing you to drip even more with need. His sinful tongue wasted no time delving into your folds. A deep groan escaped Alastor's throat as he tasted you for the very first time. You were absolutely divine, his new favorite flavor.
Alastor dipped his wicked tongue into your needy hole, lapping up all of your slick before trailing higher. The moment his tongue teased at your clit, you were thrashing with pleasure. Without thinking, your hands flickered to the top of Alastor's head. Your fingers wrapped around his growing antlers, holding onto them for dear life as your lover devoured you. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations making your eyes roll back into your head. The pleasure he was granting you was heavenly; ironically so. You were close, and you craved release more than anything. The moment Alastor wrapped his lips around your clit, giving your nub a strong suck, you were done for. Your orgasm crashed over you, the pleasure reaching its peak as your thighs tightened around your lover's head. "A-Alastor!" Your vision went fuzzy as he worked you through your high, only pulling back when he felt your thighs relax.Â
As you caught your breath, Alastor knelt between your legs. He swiftly undid his belt before tugging his trousers low enough down his thighs for his cock to spring free. "You see what you do to me, my dearest? You make me lose my composure, so you're going to have to take responsibility." He quipped, gazing down at you like you were his prey. The sight of his throbbing cock made you clench around nothing. You needed him inside you more than you needed air. Your mind was so fuzzy as you nodded your head in agreement, sitting up slightly to grasp your lover's cock at the base. Alastor let out a low moan as you leisurely stroked him. "I take full responsibility, I promise I'll make it up to you," You babbled, wrapping your free hand around the back of Alastor's neck, successfully pulling him on top of you. Your hand that grasped his length lined the ruddy tip of his cock up to your entrance. Alastor's breath hitched before he whispered, "Oh I know you will, my good girl."Â
With that, Alastor pushed his hips forward. Slowly, he sunk into you inch by inch. "F-Fuck... you are squeezing me so tightly..." The stretch was delightful, your lover filled you perfectly. It's like you were made for one another. The moment his balls came flush against the underside of your pussy, you let out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding onto. Alastor's gaze held so much fondness for you, that it made your heart flutter. "Such a sweet little thing, taking me to the hilt with ease. You're mine, all mine." Alastor proclaimed before capturing your lips with his for the first time tonight. He poured all his emotions into the embrace, and your eyes fluttered shut as your hands came up to card through his two-toned locks. Alastor's tongue swiped along your bottom lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. Without a second thought, you allowed him to invade your mouth. You whined against his lips as your fingers found his ears. You felt Alastor's cock twitch wildly from where he was nestled deep inside your warm wet heat. His head shot back in pleasure, breaking away from the kiss as your fingernails grazed the base of his ears.Â
The moan he let out was obscene, making your walls flutter around his length. Alastor's gaze darkened tremendously when his eyes met yours again. "I hope you know I won't be holding back after that, my darling. It seems as though my self-control went amiss," He paused, delivering a quick but shallow thrust. A moan was ripped from you as Alastor ground his pelvis into yours, keeping himself deep inside you. "But you're such a sweet little thing, you can take it. Right, my darling?" Alastor quipped, still grinding his hips into yours. Your breath was labored as you tried to regain some semblance of composure. Just enough to answer your lover. "Y-Yes! I can take it- I promise!" You blurted out desperately as you pushed your hips into his, solidifying your words. Alastor let out a half chuckle half moan. It crackled deep within his chest before he brought his face to yours, lips ghosting over one another. "Good girl." With that, Alastor began fucking into you with reckless abandon. His hips pistoned into you hard and quick as deep grunts and groans slipped out of him. You held onto his antlers once more as your lover fucked you senseless.
With each drag of his hips, the tip of his cock prodded at your sweet spot. You were seeing stars. Alastor's hands began to wander as his pace quickened, and your back arched as he tweaked your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your pussy tightened around him like a vise as he toyed with your other nipple. His crimson gaze memorized every reaction you had, making his head spin. Alastor's hands quickly came down to your thighs, pushing them up toward your chest. He shuddered as his cock reached deeper inside you than ever before. You were an absolute mess underneath him, but you took Alastor's rough treatment nicely. Just as you promised. "My, my! You're making quite a mess of our sheets darling. My pants are practically soaked with your arousal too! How naughty, I didn't know my darling was this desperate for my cock." His teasing only pushed you closer to your next release, and he knew it. Alastor could fucking feel it. Experimentally, he brought the pad of his thumb down to your clit. Your breath hitched as he began circling your puffy nub. His pace inside you was brutal, but his movements against your clit were painfully slow, making your legs shake wildly from the conflicting sensations.Â
"Please, please, please!" You begged, tightening your grasp around his antlers as you pushed your hips into his, meeting his ruthless thrusts halfway. Alastor let out a dark chuckle. The static crackle rang through your ears as he began circling your clit faster. "Please? Please, what, darling?" He teased, slowing his hips slightly so you could get your words out. You let out a small whimper before blurting out, "Please, my love- can I cum? I wanna cum on your cock!" A flush spread to Alastor's cheeks, all the way down his neck from your words. How vulgar, he thought. His cock twitched wildly from within your inviting walls as he fucked into you with vigor, balls slapping against the underside of your pussy, causing lewd sounds to fill the room. "So filthy, my doe. Cum then. Let me feel you try to milk me for all I'm worth." His words were all you needed to cause the coil from deep within your tummy to snap. A throaty whine escaped you as you thrashed wildly against the sheets. Your legs twitched as you came all over your lover's cock. But this orgasm felt different than any other you had before. Your eyes shot down to where Alastor and yourself were connected, and that's when you noticed it. You were squirting. Alastor's eyes widened in shock, the sight of you cumming harshly underneath him pushed him impossibly close to his own release. You hardly had a moment to recover from your orgasm when you felt Alastor swelling from deep inside you.Â
"You're going to take my seed like the good little doe you are. I'm going to breed you, mark you so no one ever dares to take what's mine." Alastor manically babbled. The possessive side of him always got you all hot and bothered. With each passing thrust, his knot swelled more and more until he could barely move from deep inside you. Alastor let out a strangled moan as he stilled, finally releasing his load deep within your cunt. You whimpered at the feeling of being filled up by your lover. There was so much. Each twitch of his cock pumped another thick load of cum inside your greedy heat. Alastor must have really been pent up, you thought. He gritted his teeth as the last of his load spilled into you. Alastor collapsed on top of you as his knot began to deflate, and his cock softened inside you. "Alastor... that was amazing." You chuckled breathlessly as your lover slipped out of your warmth. He rolled off of you before standing beside the bed. You watched as he rid himself of the rest of his clothing before he scooped you up into his arms bridal style. "You are perfection, my dear! I'm delighted to know I was able to satisfy your deepest desires."Â
Your arms tightened around the back of his neck as Alastor made quick strides toward your private bathroom. He placed you atop the sink countertop before turning to fill the tub. "I didn't know that you, uh-" Heat rushed to your face as you tried to find the words, suddenly feeling rather bashful. Alastor finished adding the bubbles before turning to face you once more. He slotted himself between your parted thighs from where you sat atop the sink countertop, giving you a teasing look as his hands rubbed your sides. "That I...? What, darling?" He knew what you were trying to say, but he wanted to hear you say it for himself. You puffed out your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his slender neck, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. Alastor chuckled against your lips before you blurted out, "I didn't know that you- had a... that you could knot... me." You let out a gasp as Alastor picked you up once more. Slowly lowering you into the tub before joining you. "Oh, my darling, there are many things you don't know about me! Maybe next time you'll get to experience more of my... surprises."Â
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Jdieos hii so I have a lil request. Please ignore it if you're uncomfortable with it,
Sylus with a virgin reader. Like never touched herself, not even toys, never seen a dick kinda virgin
Just to make sure I'm 18+ đ
Hey Nonny! Requests are technically closed but since I am very not normal about anything Sylus and LaDS men right now and your request is personally, an interesting topic for me, I donât mind indulging in a few HCs for both our sakes đđ for how I see him with a beloved, whoâs never been with anyone before. Happy Reading!
First Times with Sylus (NSFW/18+ Headcanons)
Tags: virgin reader, oral and vaginal sex, squirting
Good communication is a strong basis of a relationship established with Sylus.
Words are used, desires are conveyed in clear cut actions and mannerisms and Sylus encourages the same of you. Even when the two of you share a kiss for the first time, it is on your terms alone and at the pace with which you wish to drive your relationship further into physicality.Â
Scarlet gaze meeting yours from across the warm space in between your faces â the want he parses on your face for more, in the curl of delicate digits you grip against his, as you urge him closer. Lashes trembling shut with the press of your mouths against the other, your pleased little sound of approval breaking against his lips, he swallows into his.Â
Soft, drifting kisses he lets warm your body into his; across the curve of your cheek, down the angle of your jaw.Â
And only when you haul his face back up against yours in the curl of desperate digits against his jaw, letting your mouth fall open, does he put his tongue into you for the first time. Smile hitching wider against the catch of breath that very new feeling elicits within you. âAny more of trying to hold your breath like that and youâll turn yourself dizzy in no time.â Thick fingers easing about the back of your head, threading in between your locks. âBreathe through your nose, kitten. Yes, just like that.â
 Your first time is a slow, torturously pleasurable and long process. And not just because of how a single night in Sylusâs bed is enough to ruin a person.
It is also because of his need to prepare you well beforehand â his sheets will be drenched, your pussy worked open, long before he even attempts fitting his cock into you.
[As also detailed at great length in my NSFW headcanons for Sylus] the man is no stranger to sex, he knows his way about it; which in turn also affords him the knowledge of how to handle a partner, especially an inexperienced one, with the proper care they deserve.Â
It is only thanks to the enduring stores of stamina afforded to a Hunter through their relentless cycles of training, are you able to keep up with Sylusâs gentle wrecking of your body during your first night.Â
Once heâs shed you entirely of your clothes and spread, willing and open, upon his sheets does he move to pace down the length of your body. Devious mouth having long worked your lips and tongue into a mess; he shifts to settle in between your legs. Prying open your legs in the press of large palms, thumbing to ease at the tense tendon of your thighs when you involuntarily stiffen to stone, to have a man down there for the very first time in your life.Â
Youâd never been with another and a relationship with Sylus had already gifted you with so many of your wonderful firsts.
And youâre ready to let him be the first man you make love to, a fact youâve never been more sure of.Â
You are no stranger to how sex works, in theory â you may have never indulged before freely in your desires, never having had the reason or drive to indulge in pleasuring yourself, before him but you certainly do understand what it entails, broadly.
And yet, when Sylusâs mouth settles across your wet heat to lap, you know nothing else in this world couldâve ever prepared you for the way your hips spasm up into his steeled hold.Â
Not used to the way the pointed edge of his tongue curls up into your walls to work your pussy open for himself. Humming into your folds, the gravelly vibrations of it traveling all the way up, as if to your very womb.Â
âRelax yourself, kitten. There you go, good girl.â Clenching in on him so tight, to filthy words and praises he warms into the night.Â
âYouâre going to tear through the sheets if you grip them any harder.â He hums. âIf you do need something to hold on to, â Guiding your white knuckled grip to loosen, and towards the mussed strands of his hair. âMy head is right here, sweetheart.âÂ
Trudging you uphill, slow, sensuous â this man takes his merry time â towards a devastating peak. Ministrations gentling when he feels you close, causing you to gush your frustrations across the angle of his jaw, his nose brushing up against your clit.
A combined assault of lips, tongue, gentled teeth and fingers working you into ruin â he keeps you suspended for hours within that torturous, precipitating state of desire.Â
And when you finally fallâÂ
It is the most wonderfully disastrous feeling youâve ever experienced in your life, orgasming so fucking hard, you feel your wetness spurt onto his eager tongue, trickle down the strength of his jaw. Eyes giving in to grey at the corners with the vehemence of your release before you black out, with your loverâs mouth still buried within the space of your legs.Â
When you next wake up, Sylus is soothing your nerves against the kisses he feathers at your temples.
âBetter now, sweetie?â
Your disorientation unfurling back into the present before you give him your consent, assuring him you are alright.
Heâs unraveling you open so many more times after â a terrifying incarnate of self-control â on his fingers coaxing open your hole for whatâs to come.
Youâre nearly delirious with mad desire by the time you feel the hot roll of his cock against your drenched thighs, working your slick onto his length before he positions himself at your slit.
Pushing into you, gentle, slow.
There is no pain, owing to how heâs had you so overly prepared â only the discomfiting stretch of a foreign ingression youâve never before felt in your life.Â
Sylusâs thrusts into you are languid and superficial the first night you are his. Lazy, wonderful pleasure, he brings upon the two of you.Â
He is well-endowed down below and he understands that well; his full length he doesnât try coax you to accommodate during your first time together. Not ready to overwhelm you with his full size just yet. There will be time for that, later.
When you are much more stretched, much more used to his girth, sweetie.Â
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charles who grabs your hands and GUIDES them to his hair when heâs eating you out just because heâs that slutty and wants you to pull on his hair. he literally WANTS it.
oh anon this has me feeling flustered... enjoy my lover
there was only word that could describe charles whenever he was between your legs. feral.
like a man starved he would happily spend hours between your thighs, framing his face as he'd steal glimpses of the way you arched your back. you often lost track of how many time's he'd make you cum from his tongue alone, completely enthralled by the way he'd manage to have you on the brink of heaven within minutes. it was a torturous game, especially for you â your body heaving, glistening with sweat as he'd physically smirk against your cunt at the throaty moans that would be falling from your lips and echoing around the room.
you'd fight to keep composure; balling the sheets between your fists, or pinching the flesh of your thighs as a means to keep you grounded. but each flick of his tongue, pucker of his lips around your clit, hum against you: every single one of his crazed actions had your mind numb and your stomach knotted.
"chĂŠrieâ" charles' muffled whines strummed a nerve inside of you, eyes screwed shut in utter desire as you started to complain at the lack of suction. for a minute you were slapped back into reality, your wrists captured by his hands as he pulled them down until your palms were hovering over his hair, "put them to good use bĂŠbĂŠ."
it was only then did you tangle your digits through his locks, nails scraping against his scalp as he whimpered starkly. lips damp with your wetness he stared at you, not bothering to dip back down until you forced him to. your desperation was evident as you clamped your legs tighter to his head, guiding him back to where you needed him most as you let his name tumble off your tongue like some filthy mantra.
with one hand snaked between your bodies he parted your cunt, lapping his tongue deliciously as he grunted; the other guiding yours, bending your fingers and grazing your knuckles as he showed you what he wanted you to do. and of course you blindly obliged, too busy caught up in the feeling of wanting to cum more than anything.
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TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab, reader and katsuki are in their 3rd year, everyone is 18+, hand kink, this is actually rlly vanilla compared to everything else iâve written GENRE: smut SUMMARY: youâre obsessed with your boyfriendâs strong hands and want his fingers in your mouth. WORD COUNT: 854 đŚâs A/N: sorry for how fucked up day 14 was LMAOOO also iâm sorry this is so short?? iâll make up for it somehow
     for weeks now, youâd been asking your boyfriend to put his fingers in your mouth, or to let you suck on his fingers to soothe your oral fixation, just for him to shut you down each and every time.Â
     and every time, you whined why?
     yet, without fail, he gave you the same response; because i donât want you accidentally ingesting my sweat, idiot. it was out of care for your well being that he didnât cave to a request-turned-demand that he wishes he could indulge you in desperately. but, whether he expressed it or not, katsuki was a caring person. âŚin his own aggressive manner, but anyone who knows him can tell when he cares for someone, as he becomes just the slightest bit softer around them, only has his guard half-way up instead of being on full defense mode all the time. and in regards to you? he more than just cared for you, he was stupidly, disgustingly in love with you. so much so, it made him physically ill.Â
     thatâs how he finds himself awake at midnight three weeks after your initial ask, locked away in his dorm room, the only thing illuminating the darkness being his laptop screen from underneath his sheets. he had gone down a rabbit hole on reddit about nitroglycerin and whether or not it was dangerous if consumed, how it tasted (as he had never⌠i dunno, licked his fuckinâ palms before like a little freak), what a lethal dosage was, etc.
     now, he feels a bit more prepared to yield to your demands next time you plead with him. as long as you donât suck on them for an extended period, you should be fineânitroglycerin was often used to help with chest pain in small doses, after all.
     so, the next time the two of you are getting hot and heavy in his dorm late at night, he finds himself pinning you to the bed, straddling your hips, erection pressing into your thinly clothed cuntâas you were both in nothing but your underwearâhis chest pressing against yours, he finds his mind wandering to how he should go about this.Â
     does he wait for you to bring it up again? or does he surprise you by taking the initiative..? tsk, like itâs even a question.
     pulling away from the sloppy kiss, he takes the opportunity to stick two of his fingers in your mouth when you go to ask him what he was doingâsomething that makes your eyes widen in shock for a brief moment before youâre grabbing at his thick wrist with both hands as you begin to suck his middle and ring fingers.
     katsuki bites his plump bottom lip as you swirl your tongue around and between the digits occupying your wet mouth before he suddenly has the muscle pinned down as he slides his fingers towards the back of your throat.Â
      you canât help but smile, and maybe moan a little, as he starts to essentially fingerfuck your mouth, nearly massaging your slick tongue but being just a bit too rough for it to be considered such. you were just content to finally get what youâd been begging for for weeks.Â
     âmmmgh,â you moan softly, a noise that makes the blond smirk.Â
     âenjoyinâ yourself?â he asks, more rhetorically than anything, but you answer him nonetheless.
     âmmhm,â you hum in response, closing your eyes as you focus on the taste of his fingers. they were⌠almost sweet? in a sense, but also left a light burning and tingling sensation behind in their wakeâprobably just the effects of the nitroglycerin, you think. nothing you hadnât already thought of or considered.Â
     spreading the thick digits, he splays them out to either side of your tongue, allowing you to move the muscle freely againÂ
     âkatsâŚâ you whine, rolling your hips up as you start to grow impatient, the feeling of his fingers in your mouth driving you crazy. nothing could have prepared you for how nice it felt. maybe itâs because it was like a forbidden treat for what seemed like the longest time, and now you were finally getting to indulge in it, and if not for the throbbing of your clit bringing you back to the real world, you think you could be content sucking on his thick and calloused digits for as long as he let you.Â
     âmmâow! you little shit!â he hisses when you suddenly bite down against his fingers, and he all but jerks them out of your mouth. âwhat was that for?â
     you canât help but giggle and smirk at his confused expression.
     âfelt like it,â you grin, looking up at him with nothing but mischief in your eyes.
     âfine, see if i ever let you suck on my fingers again,â he huffs, crossing his well-toned arms as he rolls his eyes.
     âwait, noâ! âm sorry, baby; i was just fuckinâ with you, i wonât do it again, i promise,â you beg, propping yourself up on your forearms.
      fortunately, this time, it only took a few minutes of begging instead of a few weeks to get him to relent to your desperate pleas.
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toji fushiguro x crybaby!fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, daddy kink, dacryphilia a/n: i'll probably write the mating press one at some point too i just felt like doing this instead today
Thinking of Toji Fushiguro with his sweet, sensitive girlfriend who's had a bad day.
He's lounging on the couch when you get home. His head rests on the cushion with one of his thick arms tucked behind his head. His meaty thighs are spread wide open, almost calling for someone to sit on his lap.
The second you come through the front door, he knows somethingâs up. You donât have a pretty smile for him or chirpy hello. You just brush by and head straight to the bedroom. He doesnât have to ask the obligatory âhow was your day?â to know his baby is overworked and overtired.
When you return to his vicinity, your clothes from going out are gone, swapped in favor of soft pants and a thin camisole. You answer the call his thighs put out and take up the spot on his lap, landing on one of his legs and curling your own to rest your feet on the other.
"s'wrong, baby?" he murmurs with a small peck to your temple. His fingers trail up and down your spine in a soothing rhythm.
You sniffle before answering and tilt your head back. Another couple tells. âJust tired nâ stuff,â you answer weakly.
âYeah? That all?â he asks while using his arms to squish your body closer to his. His lips lay feather-light kisses across your cheekbone and down to the skin beneath your jawline.
You tilt your cranium for him, giving him more room to lavish affection on you. The rest of your body melts in his direction, eager for him to soothe more of your problems away with his presence.
He covers one side of your throat with his lips while his fingers tend to the other. They stroke back and forth in little stripes. When you donât answer his last question, he tries a different one.
âJust a bad day?â he mumbles.
To that, you nod.
He hums knowingly. His hand on your neck slides down over your breast to your waist. He knows what you need. You donât want to actually talk about whatâs wrong. Donât want advice or a place to vent. You just want Toji to make it better in the best way he knows how.
âWhyâs everyone so hard on my girl, hm?â he murmurs. His lips drift the opposite direction of his palm, finding your cheek again and working over to your lips.
âI dunno,â you answer before his lips swallow the sound of your voice.
Soft, wet noises from kisses replace actual words. You melt against his chest, letting him support you in the embrace. One set of your digits lazily plays with the smooth ends of his obsidian locks that sit at the nape of his neck. You can feel the frayed skin of his scar as your mouth moves on his own.
The first time this happened, Toji felt like he was doing something wrong. Beforehand, he thought youâd want to feel listened to when you were sad. That youâd expect him to provide words of alleviation. Maybe youâd wanna watch some of your favorite movies or order takeout from that place you like. Instead, all you wanted was the most base form of physical comfort. And there was no way he was gonna complain about that.
His fingertips pet your waist while his other hand slides down between your legs. He cups your sex before actually administering any touches.
âMy baby just needs to relax a little,â he whispers, his breath ghosting over your saliva coated lips.
You nod and brush your nose against the tip of his. âNeed you.â
He hears another tiny sniff in your voice. His teeth scrape over your bottom lip before he kisses the corner of your mouth.
âI know,â he coos, voice low and smooth, âNeed daddy to just rub all those worries right out.â
A whimper spills from you - both a reaction to the words and his thick fingers that were beginning to stroke your cunt over your soft bottoms. The sensation is too dull to provide any real pleasure, but itâs enough to stoke the sparks of anticipation into flames.
You lean back and angle your hips upward, giving him more access to your center. He pushes down with slightly more pressure. A puff of air leaves you both in sync as you each fall into the rhythm of this dance.
He doesnât play with you through two layers for too long. When he does slide his hand under the waist band of your pants, he also bypasses your panties. His digits delve right between your folds, seeking out the tender wetness that lies there.
His middle finger finds your clit with learned precision. It gives the swollen bud a few swipes, relishing the mewl you let out.
Your body loosens up as his finger begins to work at you more. His shoulder catches your head when it falls back. Moments later, your legs spread a little wider across his lap to make this all easier for him.
âThere you go, thatâs it,â he praises.
Like always, he rubs you dumb. Tojiâs skilled fingers get you all floaty and mindless in the span of five minutes. Your eyelids droop while your pupils find his face. You see him smirk, visibly amused by your look of love.
âLooks like youâre gonna start droolinâ for me,â he teases and swipes at the edge of your lip with his free thumb.
You donât know what makes him so good at this, what gives him the ability to crack you like a safe, but he does it time and time again. Your head begins to fill with clouds as tears mist over your water line. Itâs as if he reduces you down to your most base instincts.
He can see the extra shimmer in your eyes. âSuch a good girl,â he croons.
His scar splits with a grin. More arousal begins to leak from you, slicking up your cunt and his fingers. He drags his digit over your entrance. He doesnât dip it in, only uses enough pressure to tease.
When you sniffle for the third time and turn your face into the warmth of his neck, he knows youâre ready for more.
His hand glistens with your nectar when he frees it from your panties. He gives you a little boost and tugs down the garments before sitting you back on his lap bare. He was already semi-hard from watching you get worked up. Palming at his bulge, he gets it to fill out some more and then pushes his own bottoms down.
As much as he loved making you ride, you were in no mood to right now. He tilts you back against his chest, kissing at your neck while jerking his cock a few more times.
You get your legs back up into his lap, which works out for the position he wants you in. One of his hands grips your hips, guiding you up so he can slot his swollen tip at your hole. He presses at it gently, popping into you and letting you adjust to the first part of him. Whining in satisfaction, you squirm against him.
âHold still for me, baby. Daddyâs gonna take care of it,â he breathes.
His hands cup behind your knees, folding you up against him. Lifting his hips, he slides the rest of his thick shaft into you. Thatâs what breaks you open and beckons those waiting tears to roll down your cheeks.
He soothes you through it. Youâre not in pain, and he knows that. You need this release. He's just more than happy to give it to you.
Youâre so used to the satisfying stretch of Tojiâs cock. It stills draws these tears from you, but the best kind. And this is the way you like to get it. Held up in his strong arms while he pumps his hips up and down.
His heavy balls sway with the movements of his pelvis. The prickle of his hair down there meets your ass every few seconds. He nestles his own face against your skin, muffling his grunts with your skin.
âThis making you feel better, sweetheart?â he coos, his voice more strained than before. Your cunt was just so tight and warm. Each thrust enveloped his dick with feelings straight from heaven.
âUh huh,â you choke out. Itâs impossible for you not to clench around Toji. He just fills you so well.
His tip prods at your interior sweet spots. You arch your back, breasts heaving from the slow stream of pleasure filling your veins. His pace is nice and slow for now; designed to settle your emotions. He could speed up and drive you to more tears in a few minutes.
âFuck,â you sniffle simply, your hand rising to wipe your tears away.
âItâs ok. You let it allllll out,â he says from behind you, voice laced with the pleasure of knowing he handled you just how you needed.
âT-thank you, daddy,â you whimper.
âsâwhat Iâm here for.â
Once that pace becomes too comfortable, he starts speeding up. Your pussy squelches with the increased fervor of his efforts and another cry leaks from your throat.
He groans against your neck, dick throbbing at the noise. His hips rock up and down, up and down. He can feel the simmer of release beginning to sizzle in his belly, and he knows youâre probably feeling the same. It only makes him work harder.
The muscles in his legs go taut as he uses them for leverage and prepares to feel the rush of euphoria.
âAlmost ready for me, babydoll?â he mutters in your ear.
You nod. Your own legs quiver while your hips buck. Your breaths come out in pants, measured despite their ragged quality.
One of your hands slithers down to rub at your clit to give yourself that extra edge as you hurtle towards the finish line. The combination of the two sensations gets you there. A whimper tangled with a long whine bursts from you and your pelvis bucks sharply as if youâre the one thrusting.
âOh-ho. There it is,â Toji coos. His hand slithers forward, draping your leg over his forearm insstead of holding it. His fingers wrap around your throat, keeping you as close as possible while he fucks you through the high.
A sob tumbles from your mouth as the rest of your features scrunch up. Twitching and writhing, you ride out the wave of euphoria. Youâre so far entrenched in the bliss of release, you nearly miss the feeling of Toji reaching his peak and flooding your pussy with a strong eruption of cum.
His hips falter when the feeling crashes into him, but he manages to stay steady as the pleasure rolls through him. His hips pump each rope deep inside you.
Youâre through with it first, but heâs not far behind you. You come down together. Your body sits boneless on his lap while he stays nestled inside you.
Slowly, his arms dislodge your legs from their folded up position. He uses the freedom to bring his thumb to your cheek and wipe away any remaining tears. You nuzzle at his throat in appreciation.
No words are needed between you two, but you offer one anyways.
âThanks,â you say with a small smile. Your face looks at him genuinely but with a simultaneous desire to not get so serious.
He pats your waist. âDonât mention it. There are worse ways you could need my help,â he says. That scar you love so much thins as he gives you an expression similar to yours.
#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x you#toji x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujustu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#this was self indulgent can you tell đ¤Š
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âŽâËEllie Williams headcanonsâËâĄ
nothing crazy, just sweet els headcanons ââË・â
modern world hcâŽ
I wouldnât say there is nsfw but mentions of it
Ellie x fem reader
Ö´ ࣪đ¤Ellie LOVES taking pictures. She has a collection of disposable and digital cameras. You always complain because she takes pictures of you when youâre not paying attention but it doesnât stop her. Sheâs always posting candid pics of you on her story, it was her way of soft launching.
࣪đ¤Her love language is definitely words of affirmation and physical touch. Ellie never takes it seriously when youďżź complement her or tell her sheâs pretty but she loves it. Her notebook is full of rants talking about all the things you say about her. She doesnât make it know that itâs her love language but you know.
She always has her hand on your thigh or grabbing your waist. Youâre usually the passenger princess. She always drives with one hand on the wheel and the other in your lap or holding your hand.
Ellie secretly prefers little spoon. At night she holds you close with her head resting on your chest. She doesnât mind how hot it gets when you two are this close. You have to gently push her off when sheâs asleep because youâre sweating too much.
With this being said, she absolutely hates pda. Kissing and touching each other up in public makes her cringe. Sheâll hold your hand every now and then but she saves the rest for when youâre alone.
࣪đ¤Ellie prefers staying in for dates rather than going out. She always loves to surprise you with movie dates. Shes such a movie nerd. Every Friday she tries her best to makes dinner and plans the whole night. She puts in the effort to make it feel like a date, she loves making you feel special. Sometimes she lets you pick the movie but most times itâs her begging you to watch some action movie when she finds out you havenât seen it.
࣪đ¤Ellie definitely isnât much of a party person but once sheâs there she enjoys herself. She definitely keeps you close and wants everyone to know youâre together. Sheâll wander off at some point and come back a little while later. When she kisses you, you can taste the weed in her breath. Ellie doesnât like to get wasted but sheâll have a drink or two and smoke a bit to loosen up and have fun. You guys always end up leaving early on in the night so you can spend the rest of the evening together.
࣪She might not be the biggest fan of parties but she absolutely loves party games. I feel like Ellie would be so competitive when it comes to beer pong or other games like that, especially with a bit of alcohol in her system.
࣪đ¤Ellie takes pride in after care. She always makes sure to clean you up no matter how tried she is. Usually after, sheâll fall asleep as soon as she lays down but sometimes sheâll lay and talk with you for a while.
Talking with Ellie is easy. She loves to rant about her comics and the small things that happen in her day. As much as she loves to talk she also loves to listen. She wants to hear about all your fixations and interest. Your nights always end in you two laying in bed staring at the ceiling talking.
#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams x you#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams headcanons#loser ellie#the last of us#ellie tlou#lesbian#sapphic#wlw#tlou
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game time || jill roord x reader ||
jill cockwarms you while she finished playing a game.
smut, 18+, minors dni.
"jill," you whined for what felt like the tenth time in half as many minutes. jill was absolutely engrossed in her game, just like she had been all day. she had let you sleep after picking you up from the airport, which was when she began playing this game. you had hoped that after you woke up, jill would have switched her attention to you, but that wasn't the case.
"i am so close to being done, just be patient," jill told you. she had been saying that for the past hour or so. you were on the verge of getting up and going to watch something in the bedroom by yourself, but you wanted so badly to be with jill.
"jill, please put the controller down for a little while. i miss you so much, and i just want to spend time with you," you told her. jill sighed as she paused her game momentarily. you were pouting at her when she looked at you in a way that told jill everything she needed to hear.
"i'll be back." jill stood from the couch and left you there by yourself. true to her word, jill came back a couple minutes later. immediately, your attention was taken by the fake cock jutting out from between jill's legs. the pale blue almost blended in with jill's manchester city sweatpants, but you never would have been able to miss the toy. "sit on it for me, and be still. every time that you move or disturb me, you'll have to stay for longer."
your face went pale as you thought about her terms. you had never been great at being still, but maybe with jill inside of you, it'd be different. gingerly, you stood up from the couch and undressed yourself. jill made you stand in front of her while her fingers teased your cunt to make sure that it was ready to take her strap.
"you're so tight baby, this is going to feel so good." jill pulled her hand back to taste your arousal. you bit your lip as her hand returned to your cunt, this time with one single digit inside of you. jill fucked you slowly, only adding another finger when she felt like the first slipped out without enough resistance.
"jill, kiss me, please," you begged. jill's tongue flicked out to lick her lips. the action only made you want her even more as memories of messy makeout sessions flooded your mind. you thought about the countless nights that the two of you had spent with jill's knee pressing against your core as she kissed you again and again.
"come here baby," jill ordered gently as she moved her hand away again. you let yourself be guided down onto her strap, now facing her as you sat in her lap. you sank down each inch of jill's cock slowly, only moving with her hands as she guided you. "now, i need you to keep still for me. tell me now if you don't think you can do that."
"how long until you finish your game?" you asked her.
"shouldn't be too long. this is the last mission, and if it isn't, i'll stop when i finish it," jill promised you. you nodded and sank the final little bit onto her cock. jill gave you a couple of quick kisses before she turned back to her game. your body rested against's jill's, and for the first few moments, it was easy enough to pretend that you were just cuddling.
jill stayed fairly still until she began to hit hitches in her game. she shifted around in her seat, each time jostling the dildo inside of you. you bit back your moans until you physically couldn't, even though you were afraid of distracting jill even further.
the fact that she wasn't paying to you only made you feel more turned on. jill seemed to completely disregard you sitting on top of her. you and jill were no stranger to little games like this, but it had never quite felt like this. you were a bit more turned on than normal, and it had definitely been a lot longer than what you were used to since jill had touched you last.
"jill," you let out a small whine. you were starting to feel really full in a way that you weren't used to. it was like she was right where you needed her to be, but still so far away. your body was screaming for you to move, but you knew that jill had no issues with making you sit here for hours without any sort of relief. "i don't know how much more i can take of this."
"you're doing so well. i'm almost finished," jill told you. it was subtle, but you could feel the rocking of her hips as she sat playing her game. jill had always been good at knowing exactly what you wanted when you didn't know how to ask for it.
jill's thumb rubbed against your thigh, a simple grounding method that she had used before when this sort of thing became too much for you. jill knew that you were trying hard for her, that none of this was exactly what you had wanted when you landed. jill felt a little bit of guilt tug at her, so she set her controller down on the coffee table.
"can i move you?" jill asked. you nodded, and almost instantly, jill flipped both of you so that you were pinned beneath her on the couch. "do you want me to go fast or slow?"
"slow," you answered. jill nodded and began to slowly thrust her hips in and out of you. she moved all of the way out of you and bottomed out inside of you with each thrust. jill cradled your face in her hands and pressed soft kisses to your lips in between the whisperings of sweet nothings.
"i love you so much," jill told you. you tried to say it back, but all of your words felt like they just slurred together. jill had barely been doing anything to you, and she already had you feeling cock drunk. you were needy and desperate, and jill knew that she move a bit faster to get you through this.
she was still as gentle as ever as she sped up her thrusts. jill leaned down, and you felt like you were in a bubble. all that you could focus on was jill as she pressed kisses to whatever bit of skin that she could get her mouth on. the slight distraction was welcome, and just what you needed to ground yourself long enough to really chase after your release.
"come here baby," you muttered as you pulled jill's head against your chest. she happily laid on the couch with you, neither of you making any attempts to move somewhere more comfortable even as your bodies began to ache. "i missed you."
"tomorrow is all for you. anything that you want, just the two of us," jill promised. you hummed happily at the thought of that. you weren't sure how long you'd be in manchester for before you got called in for pre-season practice and wanted to spend the most amount of time with jill before then that you could.
#woso x reader#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso smut#minors do not interact#minors dni#jill roord x reader#jill roord imagine#jill roord smut
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observation duty ⤍
⢠summary: youâve taken an interest in some medical books he has laying around, and what better real-life, hands on specimen than your own man?
⢠content: zayne x fem!reader, 1215 words, shirtless zayne, slightly suggestive
⢠notes: imagine touching this mans serratus anterior đ¤; okay but itâs been a while since ive taken muscle physio and all i remember is that and like a few others so youâre getting my limited knowledge enjoy
Maybe you shouldâve gotten into physiology sooner. It was pretty enjoyable, if you made it out to be.
It all started after a long afternoon nap. You wake up following a typical fever dream with a cold sweat and confusion. Adjusting to the initial disorientation, you look over at the digital clock, and only twenty minutes have passed. With how groggy you felt and the approaching sunset out the window, it sure didnât feel like it.Â
Swinging your legs over the bed, you walk into the hallway in hopes of finding your boyfriend. He mentioned leaving for the store for a couple of things before you knocked out, and he must have still been out while you called his name. You keep walking and decide to just wait in his office, stalking over to his desk and looking down at the contents.Â
Iâm mature, you think to yourself. Maybe youâre still processing the trauma of waking up.
The book Zayne has on the corner of his desk has a diagram of a man fully unclothed, and your eyes subconsciously zone in on one particular spot. You choke back a laugh before closing your eyes and composing yourself.Â
You feel another laugh coming. Iâm mature.Â
Itâs embarrassing to say that it took a good five seconds before another laugh bubbled up in your throat. Taking the defeat, you seat yourself and open the book to avoid seeing the drawing again and making no progress. The random page you find yourself on has a regular diagram you would see around his office and rooms of your routine physicals, pointing out the main muscles you were somewhat familiar with.Â
You donât realize that youâve flipped through a good number of pages until the front door opens and his voice comes through the hallway.Â
âIâm home.â He calls out, and you rush over to greet him. Heâs carrying a few grocery bags, and while heâs typically against it, thereâs your favorite takeout in his arms. âSleep well?â He asks when you come into his view. Nodding, you help take the food from him, but your eyes don't meet him like they usually do.Â
âI did,â youâre distracted, âwelcome home.â
Zayne thinks there must be something on his shirt and goes to subconsciously rub at it with his now free hand, but you stop him in his tracks by holding onto his forearm. To your not-so surprise, it tenses at how intense your stare is.Â
âMy love, what are you looking at?â You let out a short breath and release him to place your takeout on the dining table, leaving him utterly bewildered by the door. Zayneâs used to your antics by now, though they never fail to surprise him. However, itâs not too long after he puts the small amount of groceries away that you take his arm again in your grasp, squeezing a little. âDarlingââ
âYou have such nice extensors.â You say it matter-of-factly, squeezing at the taut muscles. Heâs not flexing or anything, so you take it upon yourself to move upward towards his bicep. âFlex.â He does.
Oh. Surely youâve noticed it before, but the diagrams on those pages really make you appreciate the finer details.
After a few moments of silent squeezing, you meet his eyes with a sweet smile and pull him closer to your body. He wastes no time wrapping his arms around you, though his expression is still laced with questioning.
âZayne?â
âYes, my love?â He canât say no to you, right?
âCan you take your shirt off?â He blinks.Â
âCome again?â You donât say anything and simply tug at the hem with both of your hands. Thereâs a look of determination on your face that intensifies when you lock eyes with him.Â
Again, you never failed to surprise him, and clearly, the day would never come when you wouldnât. Thus, for now, it seemed like he had no choice.
His skin is smooth underneath your fingertips, and the expanse of his back was much broader than you had anticipated.Â
âWhy are you surprised?â Thereâs a bit of playfulness in his tone: âYouâve seen this plenty of times before.â
âShut up,â you pout, continuing with light pokes here and there and muttering under your breath of the different muscles you learned. He hums in his spot, hearing you name everything, and you think itâs all right as he doesnât say anything to correct you.Â
Trapezius, latissimus dorsi, rhomboid minor, rhomboid majorâit was all so much clearer than you anticipatedâyou didnât know if you should feel impressed or something a little more. Zayne really did do these diagrams justice.
After finishing off what you could remember, you tap his cheek, signaling for him to change his position for what remains of your studies. He complies, muscles rippling as he presses down into the couch to lift himself up to turn. Your eyes linger on his shoulders, trailing down his arms to where his hands grip the fabric.Â
Ah. Nice.
âAre you almost finished?â Zayne questions you and easily accepts you into his lap when he settles down.Â
âMhm, just a few more.â Winking, you nip at the tip of his nose, and he canât help but scrunch. How could a man like him be so cute?Â
You continue on, staring at his abdomen, and you try your best to ignore the slight flinch he gives when your nail trails over the sensitive skin. He knows youâre doing it on purpose if that smirk on your face was anything to go by.Â
And here was the part you were waiting for. Pectoralis major, pectoralis minor.
You spent a bit of time here, not knowing who it benefited more: you or him. And again, you keep going.Â
Itâs comfortable, straddling his lap as you trace over his lines of hard work. He watches quietly when you make it up his neck, sternocleidomastoid coming through your lips in a whisper, and his skin starts to create bumps. The sensation isnât unwelcome, but he would much rather you pick up the pace because, while your focus is endearing; he really wants to kiss you.Â
You trail to his face, still avoiding his eyes, and finally, finally, stop at his lips.Â
âAll done,â you muse, and you feel his arms twitch around your frame when you giggle. âHowâd I do?â He lets out a huff, but a smile grazes his lips when he leans forward, getting that kiss he wanted for some time now.Â
âPerfect.â Thereâs a sudden grip at your waist, and youâre flipped over, back to the couch, as he canât wait any longer.Â
Bonus:
You hum in satisfaction, bringing your arms around him as he settles himself comfortably on your chest. Thereâs a few breaths of silence as you trail a hand down from his tricep towards his wristâbut you stop just at his elbow. Zayne flinches against you when you lightly pinch and pull at the skin there.Â
âZayne?â
âHm?â
âIs this a weenus?â
He doesnât say anything, and you think heâs fallen asleep, but looking down, you see that heâs staring at you with the most scandalized look. He canât tell if youâre serious or not.Â
âA weenuâwhat? Where did you hear that from?â
âRafaââ
âI think you should stop listening to him.â
Šinzaynety 2024
#zayne x reader#zayne fluff#love and deepspace#love and deepspace fluff#zayne love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#l&d x reader#l&d fluff#fics
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donât you love it when they run? ( also im revamping my masterlist. ) you and black swan record for her onlyfans video cw: gn! reader with a dick/strap, rough sex, manhandling, teasing, cursing, overstimulation, top! reader, bottom! black swan, spanking, pet names, restraints
one of the favorite things that black swanâs shameless subscribers love to see is a majestic woman with a guarded aura get put in her place. why not give the audience what they desire while she orchestrates savory memories and have her fun?
the memokeeperâs legs dangles off the ends of the bed, rivers of tousled, pale purple hair splayed out across the sheets as you fuck her into the mattress. your body is flushed against hers, sweaty bare skin sliding over the other as your hips roughly slaps her ass at a rapid pace. black swan feels hot and lightheaded but the controlled smile on her countenance never leaves her subtle, trembling peach lips.
â st-still want to smile while iâm fucking you like this? â you groan, nails digging into her love handles, repeatedly fucking your lengthy cock into her. a few moans leaves the womanâs mouth before she taunts you in a teasing whisper, â a-are you implying that i shouldnât be right now?â she tries to hide the quiver in her low voice to gain some semblance of control despite the position sheâs in right now. you slow your pace and prop yourself up on your forearms to cast her an annoyed look.
â do you really want to act like this in front of the camera, âswan? â you ask low enough so the audio can barely pick up on your voice. her eyelids lowers, sunset eyes twinkles with a glint of mischief as the corner of her mouth curls into a small smirk. â my dear, â she drawls, her breath hitching ever so slightly as your shaft deliciously drag along her walls. â iâm not quite sure what youâre directing at.â why is she trying to act like a brat?
with the roll of your eyes, your fingers wrap around her throat and slightly squeezed as you kissed her. the soft vibration of her hum tickles the tips of your fingertips. â iâll fuck you dumb. â
â hm. do your worst, if you canâ â
black swanâs words were cut short as you abruptly removed yourself off of her and wildly flipped her on her stomach with admirable strength. a silent gasp forces its way out of her lungs when she feels your entire body weigh on top of her. your hot, heavy breath wafts against the shell of her ear. â i wonder. .â your fingers drum thoughtfully against her hip bones, â if i can trick your âbodyâ into thinking what youâll be feeling is naturally physical? â a shiver runs down her spine at your breathless speculation.
black swan gasps, but this time, itâs loud and strained as your palm meanly comes in contact with her plush ass. you stand upright, yank her hips down until theyâre barely off the bed, forcing her feet to touch the carpet floor. your digits curl around her wrists and wind them behind her back, bounding them in place. black swan lets out an airy chuckle, â restraining me, my dear? you think iâll run? â she asks with raised brows. if she can, sheâd crane her neck and give you a mocking smile masked as a patient one.
â all you have to do is keep your feet on the floor and youâll see why, gorgeous. â
your cock teases the memokeeperâs leaking slit, circling and rubbing against it until you hear soft huffs and puffs of frustration from her. before she can open her mouth to aim a retort at you, you slam yourself inside of her. â o-oh! â she moans. your thick shaft stretches her out and you donât give her time to adjust when you snap your hips backward and forward all over again. from this position, she can practically feel everything, even in her legs. the prominent vein grazes a sweet spot causes black swan to dig her teeth into her fleshy bottom lip.
her slick walls clenches around you as she hears the sloppy squelching sounds of her dripping hole repeatedly taking your cock. your pace is consistent but not as fast as it was beforeâyet, her legs was already grow weak. â hhngh. .â black swan canât help but let out drawn out broken moans. you chuckle when you feel her knees buckle and twitch. â you feel that already, baby? whereâs your quips at, hmm? â
a breathy grunt claws out from her throat. god, she sounds so ethereal, you want more but for now youâll take the chance to bully her. â mind you, iâm not even going fast yet. â you remark, watching her body jerk forward when you firmly thrust back into her again, pieces of her silky hair slides off from the gentle curve of her back. â do your worst, she says.â you mock her, letting out another chuckle, rutting your hips into her. â and iâm not even doing my best. â
â y-you talk too much. .! â she snaps, rare annoyance weighing with her wobbly voice.
â and you really shouldnât be talking at allâhere, iâll give you and what our viewers want. â you pick up the rhythm, matching the fast beat of black swanâs âheartâ.
â a-ah! mmphhhh! â a choked half-scream escapes from black swanâs panting chest, her feet struggling to stay still on the floor because of your relentless thrusts. again, she feels itâshe feels your girthy length deeply kissing at her g-spot, filling her up to the brim each time without stopping. her nails digs into her clenched fists until her knuckles are ivory white.
â now i know you can really this one, baby. â
her slick created a slippery mess all over your cock and groin and a sticky sound of your skin smacking into hers. black swan feels the hotness swelling in her belly as her head spins. you release one of her wrists to slap her ass again, eliciting a strained groan. she instinctively squeezes her pulsating walls around you once more. â youâre free to cum whenever you want, iâm still going to fuck you silly after. â
she wants to bite back, to give you even a sliver of illusion that sheâs still put together. but, her mind is jumbled, cloudy with lustful thoughts; itâs as if her tongue was tied into a knot too. the urge to release grows strong by the second from the grueling moment of your hips. her knees bends in and the only things thatâs keeping her from collapsing is you hoisting her up with your body. black swan swears if she gaze upwards through her blurry vision, she can see constellations.
from one more aimed thrust, sunset eyes rolls to the back of black swanâs head and thick creamy fluids gushes out from her stuffed hole. â theeere she goes. come on, give it to me, beautifulâlet it alll out.â a bead of sweat drips down your brow and with tired hips, you still continue to fuck into her while she rides her high, camera long forgotten. a strangled moan leaves her drooling lips. with her freed hand, she grips at the sheets, twisting and turning the silk fabric to endure the intense amounts of pleasure crashing into her body like wild waves on a stormy night.
â thatâs right, babyâtake it. â black swan hears you hiss and then not even bothering to hide your moan right after. you feel so raw inside of her, itâs starting to finally make her go dumb and hyper sensitive. she wants, no, needs this moment to be engraved in her memory. youâre so utterly addicting, itâs driving her crazy.
series of broken moans leaves black swanâs body as your fat cock rubs against her sloppy, overstimulated walls. the mushroom head hits an abused, spongy spot inside her pussy which leaves the usually composed woman pathetically attempting to move away from your thrusts by clawing up the sheets with her freed hand and the balls of her heels.
â aht. aht. â you tut, planting your upper body on top of her back, stopping her with your weight. you grasp black swanâs jaw and maneuvered her head to face you enough to see the dazed expression on her beautiful features. â arenât you a little too graceful to be running? stay and gimme a kiss, sweetheart. .â
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Safe and Sound
Summary: Reader comforts Spencer after she unknowingly does something to trigger some unhappy memories of his.
Prompt: Spencer Reid going through a panic attack because of Cat Adams. He asks Reader to stop calling him "Spencie".
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Angst (Happy Ending)/Smut/Fluff
Content Warning: descriptions of a mild panic attack, light allusions to Cat Adams/Prison, pre-established relationship, fluffy, loving smut, he's just super passionate and loves Reader, hickies, slight nipple play, female masturbation, oral sex (f!recieving), unprotected penetrative sex
Word Count: 3.5k
Spencer Reid felt like a cliche in all the best ways possible. From the way he took you on candlelit dinners on your birthday, to how he always found a way to wrestle a bouquet into your apartment right as the last one heâd given you before began to wither, youâd grown entirely fond of the man youâd met 6 months ago. A man you met possibly in the most horrifically cliche fashion.
Youâd ordered a drink at a local coffee house, standing in front of the counter patiently, rocking on the backs of your heels as you waited for your drink to be called out so you could head onto work. Then came him.Â
He was impossible to not notice. He was out of breath, and his leather satchel moved with him as he made a beeline to the counter you were standing at, long legs carrying him across the room swiftly as he grabbed a drink right as the barista put it down. Your eyes widened as you realized the drink heâd grabbed was actually your own, and you quickly put up your hands to warn the man before-Â
His face scrunched up adorably as he swallowed the drink, and he looked physically pained, and upon looking at your bewildered expression, he grew sheepish.Â
âThat.. wasnât my drink was it?â He said, slowly, putting the cup down.Â
You try to play it off, taking the drink back and biting your lip a little at the antics of the man. âUnless you like straight black coffee, then no. Not your drink.â You say, letting a small laugh escape your lips.Â
It was only then you got a good look at the man, and it wasnât hard to not like what was in front of you. He had sweet doe eyes, and a mess of brown curls atop his head. His cheekbones were sharp, and yet there was a quality of softness to him, one that made your chest bloom with attraction and want.Â
âI can pay for your replacement.â He offered, but you shook your head, offering a sincere smile.Â
âDonât even worry about it.â You take a sip from the drink where his lips had already touched and watch a rosy tint encapsulate his cheeks, and you internally smile at the thought that he too, could be attracted to you.Â
âI actually really have to get going to work, but um-â You thought about how you could prolong your conversation with the man, find a way to look into those gorgeous eyes of his, to feel those plump pink lips against yours, until a name was called out by the barista beside you.Â
âSpencer Reid?â And the sound of a coffee cup being placed on the counter could be heard.Â
He grabbed the drink, and you took a second to notice his long, slender fingers grabbing the sleeve of the drink. You felt a blush rise to your face as you realized there was a way you could play the situation.Â
âHand me your cup.â You say, grinning a bit and reaching your hand out.
 Maybe it was corny. Maybe it was totally childish, but considering how goddamn cute the guy was, you werenât about to let him go.Â
He furrowed his brows a bit. âAre you going to drink from it to get me back or something?â He said, tilting his head as he subconsciously moved the drink out of your reach.Â
You laugh, shaking your head. âNo, silly. Just trust me.â You say, and the words seem to have a spell on him as he slowly hands you the coffee cup.Â
You quickly take out a pen youâd been carrying on you and scribble the ten digits of your phone number, signing off with your name and a small heart next to it. You bite your lip as you hand the disposable cup back to him, watching as his confused expression turned to one of curiosity as he read what youâd written.Â
âIâd love to take you up on that coffee some other time, if thatâs alright?" You say, a bit bolder than you normally would have been, but for him? You were willing to embarrass yourself even the slightest bit at the off chance to spend more time with him.Â
A flush of red spread across his face as he smiled at the cup, then you.Â
âIâll call you?â Spencer says, a small grin on his face.Â
âItâs a date.â You say, mirroring his expression. You check your watch and realize you are beyond late for work at this point. âI really have to go but- Iâll see you around, Spencer!â You say, remembering the name from his coffee cup.Â
âYou too.â He says, and you leave the coffee shop, heart pounding with excitement and the butterflies that came with an act like that.Â
He wasted no time calling you, actually dialing your number that same day and setting up a place and time for the two of you to meet. First dates were always such a hassle, but Spencer made them so easy. Talking to the man had been the most uncomplicated thing youâd ever done in your life.
 You found yourself willingly divulging details of your life as he gave you his. He was an FBI agent. His mother, Diana, was currently at a treatment facility in DC. He says she would like you, and you find yourself falling helplessly for him. Heâs earnest and kind. And when he asks you if youâd like to be a more permanent item, you donât hesitate whatsoever in agreeing.Â
If dating Spencer Reid was nice, being his girlfriend was even nicer. Moving in with him was possibly the nicest, and in a short amount of time youâd grown used to the domestic bliss and routine living with him provided.Â
Heâd already told you the schedule he was on, in which heâd work a hundred days in the field and then be back in DC to teach a seminary class for thirty days, and you had no problem with it. You were also working full-time, albeit not the insane hours the FBI put him to- but still. You had no trouble coming home to an empty apartment, knowing that soon enough, your boyfriend would be back in your arms.Â
When he was at home, it was perfect. Heâd grade papers on the couch, some documentary droning on in the background. Youâd read or use your phone on the opposite side of the couch, occasionally letting your eyes drift to his focused figure. Heâd roll his pen between his fingers, sometimes placing it in between his lips as he thought about the next comment to jot down on the paper, or tapping the writing utensil against the side of his cheek with a distant look on his face.Â
Youâd smile to yourself before crawling over, slowly removing the papers from his lap and settling yourself in their place instead. He'd greet you with his hands on your hips, and soon enough, his lips would begin trailing soft kisses along the column of your neck before eventually fucking you right into the couch, having you moan out his name as his perfect cock drove you to your climax.Â
Needless to say, it was absolutely divine dating Spencer.Â
Which is why today, things seemed off. He was distant, retreating into himself all day. He shied away from your touch, when normally heâd lean into it. You would generally share some banter in the kitchen, Spencer oftentimes stealing languid kisses from you as you both made dinner, but this time around he seemed sullen, keeping his head down and eyes away from yours as he cooked with you.
You had no idea what had happened.Â
Things had been normal just a day prior.Â
You decided to take a little initiative, biting your lips a bit nervously as you came up behind him, wrapping your arms tentatively around his waist, which he responded to by lifting up his arms so you could lean against his back.Â
âMm. Something wrong?â You murmur, taking in the scent of his cologne and the feel of his cardigan that heâd occasionally sport around your shared apartment. It was soft, and provided the perfect padding for you to rest your head against as you hugged him from behind.Â
âNo, nothingâs wrong.â He replied, almost curtly. His voice was steady, but the tensing of his shoulders revealed that a lie had been uttered through his lips, and you instantly caught onto it. You may have not been a profiler like he was, but your shared time together had allowed you to find ways to read him, ways that revealed something was truly bothering him in that moment.
âSpence.â You say, hugging him a little tighter. âCome on.â You slowly turn him around, as to get a better look at his face, watching him carefully.Â
âDid something happen- are.. are you mad at me?â You find yourself asking. It was almost like whiplash, watching your normally sweet and loving boyfriend withdraw like this, and you couldnât help but worry some part of it was your fault.Â
He immediately sensed your insecurity and brought his hands to your shoulders rubbing them soothingly.Â
âOh, baby.â He said, in a low tone. âPlease donât worry about it like that. Itâs just.. work okay?â He says, hesitation in his lips as he said âworkâ. You narrow your eyes a little and continue to look into his eyes, trying to sense any deceivement on his part.Â
âJust work? You promise?â You ask, looking up at him. You offered a gentle expression, one that conveyed the enormity of trust and love youâd placed in the man, and hoped the expression was mirrored in him as well.Â
He nodded and moved to plant a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips. âI promise.âÂ
You return the kiss, smiling softly as you place your forehead against his, looking into his hazel eyes. You felt so safe with him, so comforted, and you genuinely loved him so much for that.Â
âI love you, Spencie.â You murmur, moving in for another kiss but before your lips can meet his again, he instantly moves you away from him, nearly jumping back and moving himself towards the bedroom, effectively halting the intimate moment youâd been having.Â
You watched as he went to your shared bedroom, closing the door behind him. Your eyes were wide, unsure what had even just happened. One moment youâd been kissing, and the next he was running away like he was revolted by just the thought of being near you?Â
You tried to replay the action. Youâd said âI love youâ before, so that wasnât it. Spencer wasnât scared of physical intimacy. Heâd shown that as much from how much he enjoyed touching you, having a need to have you close to him in public, always holding onto your hand or waist in enclosed spaces. You bit your lip, trying to regain your thoughts as you realize the only way youâd know what exactly had gone wrong would be to ask Spencer himself. You give yourself a few minutes to pace, before walking slowly to where heâd boarded himself up.Â
You knock on the door once, your hand already on the knob. âSpencer, Iâm coming in.â You donât hear an answer, and start to feel your pulse speed up. âSpencer? Please? Answer me?âÂ
Still nothing.Â
In the end, you twist the doorknob, finding your boyfriend curled up on your bed, breathing a little heavier than normal as tear stains streaked his cheeks, and you find yourself instantly heartbroken by the sight.Â
It no longer matters what was wrong- you just desperately didnât want him to feel this way. You join him on the bed promptly, your hands going to his hair, trying to soothe him the way he usually liked.Â
âSpence? Spencer, baby.â You say, softly.Â
Despite how heâd usually tower over you, right now he looked impossibly small and vulnerable, a look of absolute fear and panic plastered over his face. âShh. Iâm right here, alright?âÂ
He clung onto you, hands abruptly wrapping around your waist as he buried himself into your chest. âIâm sorry.â He said, his voice quiet and small. âI just.â He took a deep breath, and the grip around the fabric of your shirt didnât let up in the slightest.Â
You didnât say anything, only stroking his hair and placing soft kisses on the top of his head. You had no idea what had happened. He had nightmares, yes, but this was different from those. You werenât sure why this had happened in the first place.Â
His soft voice broke your thoughts. âPlease.. please donât call me âSpencieâ again.â He murmurs, a small sniffle being heard from where he was against you.Â
You complied straight away, nodding. Things started to click for you when you realized youâd let the nickname slip from your mouth the previous day as a sign of affection. You were quickly realizing the action had the opposite effect. âYeah, yeah. Of course.â You say, looking down at him with concern, even if he wasnât looking at you. âI wonât, I promise.âÂ
He takes a breath and adjusts himself, wiping his eyes and looking at you now. âI donât really- talk about these past few years with you.â He says, softly. âAnd honestly? I still donât want to.â He admits, his eyes looking downward with shame.Â
You shook your head as soon as the words were uttered from his mouth. âSpence- you donât have to. I.. I like you even if you donât talk about things. I just want to be here for you, yeah?â You say, trying to convey just how much you loved and cared for him. How badly you wanted to make sure he felt just as secure as he made you feel.Â
He pauses and nods, but sighs. âI donât want to get into the whole of it- but a few years ago there was this .. woman.â Spencer says, still looking away. âShe really, really got into my head and managed to hurt me in more ways than one.â He looks down and tears start to fill his eyes again. âI donât really know if Iâll ever be the same again. If Iâll ever be good again.â He murmurs.Â
Your heart instantaneously shatters with his words as you try to pull him close again. âHey, hey.â You say, cupping his face. âDonât say that, love.â Your eyes dart, trying to find the words. âYou are- one of, if not the bravest, kindest, loveliest men Iâve ever met.âÂ
He smiles weakly at the words but they donât seem to take root in his heart. âYou donât know half of the things Iâve done.â He says, his eyes filled with sorrow and you shake your head.Â
âI donât need to, and I never will.â You say, softly. âI know you, alright? In all the ways that matter.â You pause, not wanting to say the wrong thing but still wanting to convey just how much he meant to you. âIf- if this is you after, after every single bad and terrible thing thatâs happened to you- God, Spencer.â You smile softly at him, tracing the nape of his neck gently. âYouâre so good, okay?â You whisper. âThe best.âÂ
He tears up at that, moving to bury himself in your neck this time and you can feel him inhaling your scent, melting into your touch. You hear him whisper again. âThe woman.â He mutters. âShe used to call me âSpencie' to mess with me. Thatâs why I freaked out. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âDonât apologize.â You say, rubbing soft, soothing circles into his back. âShe sounds awful, from what youâve said. Iâm sorry I did something that reminded you of her, even if it wasnât intentional.â You say, kissing the top of his head once more, trying to offer reassurances and love in any small way you could. Anything to make him feel safe.Â
âItâs okay.â He murmurs, and he moves to kiss your lips, softly. âI love you.â He says, his lips brushing against yours.Â
You kiss him back, finding your hand going to his cheek now, nodding. âI love you too.â
He starts to kiss you a bit more vigorously and you sense his need for intimacy, for something to remind him of how close the two of you are and you respond readily, moving your lips over his as he positions himself in a way that straddles your hips, your body under his now. You want him to feel protected. To feel known, even if he couldn't talk about his past. To tell him that regardless of what he said or didn't- you'd love him. That he was your home and you were his.
He pulls back and attaches to your neck, leaving wet and hot kisses in his wake.Â
âI love you.â He murmurs against your skin, lips brushing against the sensitive surface of your throat.Â
âI love you.â He starts to suck softly along your jugular, making you shudder with pleasure.Â
âI love you.â His tongue traces the outline of the mark heâd made, sure to bruise by tomorrow.Â
âI love you too.â You breathlessly whimper, as his lips start to trail down lower and lower. He begins to undo your shirt, as to gain more access to your skin and you allow him, shrugging off the fabric as fast as you can. Your hands move to remove your bra and he's on you swiftly, tongue swirling around your nipple in a way that causes your back to arch into him.Â
You can feel the way he grins when he feels it, and he continues, before moving onto your neglected breast. Your eyes have fluttered shut from the immense pleasure youâre feeling right now, and you relax into how good he makes you feel. How right this is. How safe you both are with each other.Â
He moves down further, quickly undoing your pants and underwear in a clean swoop, and with little warning he dives into your wet folds, lapping up an embarrassing amount of wetness that had accumulated with so little of his touch. Â
His tongue eventually begins to flick against your clit, darting to drive you to the precipice of pleasure youâd been feeling throughout this entire tryst. His fingers plunge into you as well, delivering a satisfying stretch that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. The combination of his long, slender digits buried inside your heat and the constant prodding of his tongue has you quickly unraveling, your toes curling as you release right on his tongue, which he eagerly drinks in.Â
When you recover from your orgasm, you watch him, his chin glistening in your arousal, and it is just so fucking hot. You move to return the favor, but he shakes his head.Â
âI want- I want to feel close to you.â He breathlessly explains. âCan I?âÂ
You understand, quickly lying back so he can reposition himself above you. You watch him undo his belt slowly, pulling his cock out from the confines of his briefs before passing the tip through your wet folds.Â
âGod, youâre so good.â He whispers, and you feel a soft smile grace your face before he pushes into you, slowly filling you, inch by inch.Â
He moves with purpose, driving into a spot that has you clutching the bedsheets and moaning his name. He whispers sweet nothings as he pounds into you. He treats you like youâre made of glass, like he never wants to lose you, like his life depends on making this as good as possible for you.Â
You want to do the same for him. You arch your back to take more of him, and he moans at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him.Â
âFuck- Iâm not gonna last.â He pants into the crook of your neck. You can feel his thrusts getting less rhythmic and you knot your hands in his hair, nodding.Â
âMe neither.â You moan, feeling your second orgasm rapidly approaching, your eyes screwing shut once more.Â
He removes himself from your neck and uses his fingers to rub tight, slow circles around your clit and itâs enough to make you tip your head back and climax, the spasms of your cunt being enough to elicit the same reaction from him, his warmth spilling into your deepest point.Â
He pulls out and kisses you all over. Your face, your neck, your cheek, your lips. Itâs as if the sex wasnât enough, that no action could convey the enormity of his desire and trust when it came to you.Â
You grab his face as he moves to kiss you one more time, and he looks confused as to why you stopped him, tilting his head.Â
âI love you, okay?â You whisper, before he can say anything, looking up at him with a loving gaze, losing yourself in his own eyes that shined with the same affection you felt for him.Â
âI love you too.â He whispers. âI donât deserve you.â He says, softly. âYou make me feel so safe- and wanted and. I donât know how I can thank you for that.âÂ
âYou wanna know a secret?â You murmur, softly.Â
He nods, and you lean up to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. âYou make me feel the exact same way.â
hello!! tried my hand at writing something just a tad more angsty and sad for @tobias-hankel 's whump challenge! hope you guys liked it. thank you so much for all your support whether its likes or reblogs or comments, i'm grateful for all of it!! ty ty ty
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NSFW ALPHABET⎠Trevante Rhodes.
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A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
One thing about him is he gonna check on his baby đ He knows he can get rough at times when he has more stress pent up and most of the time you welcomed it, but he would hate if he hurt you after the fact.
âIt wasnât too much, right?â He would ask after wiping you down and laying next to you, pulling your body close to his. You simply nod, unable to say a word as you slowly drifted off to a peaceful slumber, ignoring the thumping between your legs.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
He LOVES your thighs. There wasnât a moment his hands werenât on them when youâre close to him. Heâd grip them, squeeze the thickness of them before trailing his hands up to your hip dips and over to your ass, giving it a smack that had you yelping and softly pushing at him as a warning. He smirks with no intimidation put into him, leaning down and kissing your lips.
When it came to him, his favorite body part had to be his hands. You loved them, therefore he did too. They were big, big enough to cover the whole front of your throat when fucking you into your mattress, veins protruding from his soft skin as he softly squeezes the sides of your neck. Your own hands came up to lay on top of his, softly caressing as you came.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Inside. Point blank period. If it wasnât for your birth control, youâd be six children and one on the way locked in with the man, and heâd be proud of it. If you were sucking him off, heâd ask you to stand and bend over quickly just before he cums, shoving himself deep inside your wet warmth and filling you up to the brim with his seed, leaving you leaking with nut that didnât make it inside you dripping down your thigh. Heâd take his finger and wipe it up after he pulls out, sliding two digits into you after to make sure you were good and stuffed.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants you to sit on his face so, so, so BAD. You were a thicker girl so you were scared to, always shoving him away and laughing his dirty jokes off when he was dead serious about you riding his tongue. Secretly, that was the main things he thought about when he jerks off. He thinks about you fucking his mouth till you physically couldnât cum anymore, thighs shaking on either side of his head with your pussy on full display for him to indulge in again, even long after you say you couldnât go any longer.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Letâs be real, Trevante has been around the block. A few times actually! He wasnât a whore per se, but he liked sex like any other adult human being. He knew his way around some pussy, especially yours. He knew that kisses on your neck is what really turned you on, he knew the way your clit jumps every time he says your name in a rough tone, he knows how much you cream in reverse cowgirl, and he knew the only way to make you squirt was to press down on your stomach and rub your clit while fucking you at the same time.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Reverse cowgirl, you bent alll the way over so he could see how well you wrap around his dick. Who dont wanna see a fat ass jiggle in their face? He definitely does. Trevante loved your thighs, but he was also a proud ass man.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Serious, but he does not hesitate to crack an evil pearly white smile when you start tapping out wether that would be while he fingers you, eats you out, fucks you, or shoves his dick down your throat. He found pride in being able to push you to a limit because he knew no other was even close to doing it, and if they were, heâd beat that record with ease.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He likes his trimmed. The only time he has went bare was when he was younger, back then he liked a completely clean shave, even when it came to his women, but these days he just trims and goes on about his day and now it didnât matter for his women. He was gonna feast regardless.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He isnât romeo, but he knows what makes you swoon. Heâs never one to forget a special occasion, and if he feeling spiffy then heâs gonna make some shit up just to love you up a little more than what he does on a regular basis.
J = Jack off (masturbation)
You travel for work, so often times heâs alone for an extended amount of time. Some might think he just be stroking it back to back, but he actually likes to save it all for you. If he does touch himself, heâs definitely not cumming. Heâd edge himself for hours just to get the sense of cumming and that alone would hold him off just until you got home. Thatâs when heâd go absolutely feral for you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Long before you two made it official you could see he had a thing for degrading. In college you two would hang out, youâd help him study and keep his grades up so he could stay on the track team and heâdâŚwell nothing, there was no exchange for you other than having someone to laugh at. It wasnât until he kept calling you stupid one study session where all horny hell broke loose. Yall fucked like rabbits any and everywhere on that campus. You had officially been his nasty bitch.
Oh and like i said before, thighs. Sometimes he didnât even need the pussy. All he did was beg you to pull your pants off so he could fuck your thighs, and youâd happily oblige. he slid his thick dick between your legs, you allowing the fat on your thighs and the softness of your cotton panties mold around his dick as he thrusts, only getting faster when he feels himself slipping into sweet euphoria.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His apartment had floor to ceiling windows so you already know you were getting fucked above hundreds of passing cars. He didnt care and the reflection of you two only added to the satisfaction of the thought that someone could be watching him claim your body. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât cum thinking about that too.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Watching you walk around the house with them tight ass shorts you like to wear or (un)surprisingly enough, that moomoo you wear after braiding your hair back and putting it in a bonnet to protect it for your hair appointment the next day. You couldnât count how many times he has shoved that gown up your waist, snatched that bonnet off or pushed the crotch of your shorts to the side. Honestly, anything showing you in a natural state wether itâd be you in a moomoo or you comfortable with being half naked, it was an instant boner alert.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Heâd try anything once for you, but pegging is an instant no-no. Not that he has some type of weird thought behind it, he just wouldnât think heâd rock with it like other niggas. Plus, he wasnât that type of submissive, if he was gonna put you in a dominant position, itâd involve him with still some kind of control(until you take that too of course).
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He does it all baby. He knows you like to watch him eat your pussy with his grillz in, and he loves the way you take dick down your throat with ease. When I said he knew his way around some pussy, I wasnât kidding. He utilized that long tongue and used eating pussy as a jaw work out that he thoroughly enjoyed. In all reality, he didnât care if he was on the receiving end or not, he was having his fun anyway.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Again, he does it all baby. Say you want it slow and heâs making love to you, swirling his hips in ways that had his length reaching places that you had no idea were there. Tell him you wanna be fucked like a slut and heâs knocking the mario coins out that ass. Sometimes all it took was a simple look for him to understand exactly how you wanted it and you loved that about him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Heâd rather have time with you to really enjoy the sex but heâs definitely not turning down no quickie regardless. His boo want some dick real quick? Heâs there, in there like swimwear.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Like I said, Heâd try anything at least once. The day you two tried bondage was probably the nastiest heâs ever been and the time you used a vibrator to tease him? He had never came so much.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Two rounds consecutively, give him a water break and heâs back in it like he never left. Sometimes he didnât even need water and just wanted to get you ready for the next round. Usually in total he likes three rounds, but he will go further if you can take it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesnât have any of his own. Not that he was against it, he just didnât need any to get off, and if he were to use one it was most likely on you until you initiated something else.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Sex didnât come without teasing with him. He did it well before he was even doing anything sexual, sometimes on accident. Like when heâd grip your thigh but accidentally go way too far up, his hand grazing your clothed warmth with every tight squeeze of his fingers.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Heâs a grunter. A sigher. Sometimes even a whimperer when itâs been some time since heâs been with you. He makes sure you can hear how you make him feel and he makes sure you make enough noise to tell him heâs doing well too.
W = Wild card
Idk what to put here chile. We have established that nigga is a supaaa freak.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Lord have mercy. It was no secret that he was an adonis of a man. He takes care of his entire body and believes it is a temple. So if heâs clean on the outside, then he will be clean on the inside too. When it comes to the size of that hammer? You thought he was gonna rip you apart the first time you two had sex. He was slightly above average but his thickness was what really did it for you. Every time you two have sex, you canât believe all of it actually fits inside.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Oh heâs a true yearner, but he keeps it under wraps. Not saying heâs nonchalant cause thatâs definitely not the case, maybe back then, but definitely not now. He gonna let his baby know he misses her, but he ainât gonna let her know how heâs fucking his hand thinking about her while sheâs gone, or how he sleeps with her pillow cause it still smells like her hair oil, or how he has a specific mode on his phone that changes his background to his favorite picture of you two. Yeah, that man be down bad for his boo.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He likes to talk to his girl first, asking her what she liked about what he did to her, what he should do next time, etc. Then heâll pull you close after all your rambling and fall asleep with you.
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ps. who should i do next??
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Weird thought rant âźď¸
I always see in smuts that the MC gets a belly bulge and all that but okay, hear me out, how about MALE belly bulge? I have no idea if thatâs possible due to male anatomy but I just thought that would be something
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dw nonnie, i'm alr w/ youđ⨠(+ for reference it is possible!!)
anyway, this, for vio bc i feel like it'd be more prominent on him than my other ocs. also as a little smth for all the vio fuckers who continue to dominate the inboxđĽ°
NSFW under the cut!
âShit.â Gasping breaths. Intakes hitched harder and harder. âFuck, please. Please, Iâm sorr-â
Vio's words never quite made it out of his mouth, not when your fingers quickly found their place within the wetness oozing from the space between spongey tongue and roof. Teary greens straining to meet your gaze, pleading mercy like what you were doing to him was torture, even though Vio was the one who slammed his ass back to meet your hips each time, without fail.Â
âArenât you a fucking mess?â The amusement in your voice was palpable, and you knew it got him off, what with the way he keened, forehead pressing to the sheets and hands fisting the fabric as though it could save his life. âDonât think Iâve ever heard an apology from these pretty lips,â your point was driven home when he gagged, and your spit-slicked digits slipped out just for you to smear it to a shine on them, âbest not start now, hm? It might make me wanna take pity on you and then-â
He cried your name, and you watched the muscles in his back ripple as he convulsed. Sweat glistening, mesmerising in the way rain droplets were when they ran races against glass windows, dripping into the divots of sacral dimples you were aching to dig your thumbs into.
âAnd then whoâs gonna fuck you like this, huh?â Your cleaner hand reached out, wrapped around his throat tight enough to choke him, and pulled him up. It drove you deeper into him â had Vio's eyes rolling to the back of his skull, had him clawing at you with almost the same intensity as he moaned. âFuck you this good,â your hand trailed to his abdomen, where skin stretched thin, âfill you up, make you scream. You know Iâm the only one who can do it for you. Only I know who you are, what you deserve. Right, Vio?â
âO-Only you,â Vio rasped, âonly you, Y/N. Please.â
âYou keep saying that,â you hummed, pressing a kiss to his jugular absent-mindedly. His pulse was fluttering, light and so fast in a way you thought suited the image of delicacy heâd crafted for the world. The way his body molded to your shape said otherwise, unbreaking, despite your efforts to do just that. âWhat are you begging for? What have I not given you?â
âEverything.â Wisps of blue flurried in your vision, and they were all you could see for seconds after Vio tilted his head back on your shoulder. The ocean, in the colour of his eyes. Lapping waves that undulated and moved towards you. âThis much isnât enough.â Seasalt at his nape, on your tastebuds, becoming addictive. âGive it all to me.â Threatening to drown you. âY/N.â
For a second you were gone, and then his voice, weighted only momentarily, had you snapping back into reality, into motion, into him. âGreedy,â you tittered, index up his Adamâs apple to tap on his chin and push it down, âcanât you see that I already am?â
âFuck.â Vio's eyes widened, the slightest bit â you wouldnât have caught it if you werenât looking. Your palm smoothed over where his belly bulged, applied a little pressure and watched his pupils blow. It was funny to you that he hadnât noticed before. âFuck. Y/N, wait.â Between his legs, Vio's dick twitched, clearly not as spent as either of you had first assumed, not with how it was leaking now. âWait!â
There are things youâd never know about him; what type of pleasure coursed through his veins on seeing the strain you put on him, if it was a physical fulfillment, if it was solely the feeling, or the thought, being claimed, stretched, ruined. You never wondered about it long â after all, it didnât matter. In seconds, the ocean overflowed for you. He spilt for you.
Vio lost his mind for you.
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