#bc he’s humping the mattress while he’s tonguing you down and ends up cumming in his boxers 🤭

[1004tyun-archive]

this is the face of a guy who lives to eat pussy what else is there to say

[be3per]

needy satoru drabbles bc i haven’t written in a while…

needy baby.. smut :3

fem.reader x satoru gojo

synopsis: your beloved boyfriend is on a mission and misses you. a lot. he has lots of images of you in his head and finds himself in an alleyway, getting off to you while he sends you a voice mail.. before coming home and fucking you for real.

includes: swearing, pet names (baby, MY pretty), masturbating.. in an alleyway, fingering, p in v, pussy eating, NEEDY GOJOOO (frothing rn), aftercare :3, scars from missions, fluff at the end !!

enjoy! 💗

needy!satoru who misses you deeply. i mean.. he always does. but this mission was going to be for 3 days and he couldn’t stand being away from you. his head drifts off to your soft body, his hands desperately needing to squish your tummy and soft thighs while you play with his hair and his head was in between the valley of your breasts, listening to your heart. he loves soft moments with you.. but feels angry when he isn’t with you. frustrated… and his cock knew since his anger goes down to his hardening length, along with the thoughts turning dirty. the sounds of your pretty moans, tugging on his hair. your delicate touches with you cup his cheek or when you push down on his abs. your eyes roaming all over his body while he does the same. the taste of you.. how you feel. he couldn’t stand it. so he decided to show you how much he missed you.

needy!satoru who sends you voice messages during said mission of his breathy gasps and moans while he jerks himself off to the thought of you in an alleyway. this man is whining, even crying out for you. he couldn’t handle being away from you, even if tomorrow he was going to come back from his mission. he just wanted you. “babyyyy.. fuck.. i miss you and your pretty cunt so bad.. ughhh.. this is t-torture!”

needy!satoru who whines about him about to cum, needily babbling into the phone. “can i cum? o-oh.. please baby.. i need you.. to let me c-cum..—!” and he groans loudly when he does, sticky globs of white covering his hand as his head droops low. his legs felt wobbly but he remained standing, the sight of your smile in his head as he slowly lets go of his softening cock and ends the message with a babbled, “i wished.. it was your hands getting me off— nnhgg.. i love you, baby. i-i’ll be home soon.” his breathy pants echoed in the alleyway as he lets out a ‘tsk’ and a mumble “ugh.. how will i clean up t-this mess?”

needy!satoru who immediately barges through the door as soon as he makes it home, running to the bedroom in search of you. coincidentally, you were already knuckle deep in your pretty wet pussy, phone to your ear and listening to satoru’s moans from the voice message he sent you yesterday. his pupils blown wide as he shut the door with his foot, making his way over to you and turning your phone off and throwing it across the room, mumbling something about ‘buying you a new one’.

needy!satoru who’s face goes down to your pretty cunt, a hand intertwined with yours as he slowly licks your slick. he groans in pleasure as he tasted you on his tongue, immediately moving to go messy on that lewd and squelching pussy. your back arched in pleasure as your free hand gripped on those soft white locks, his mouth sucking on your pretty clit as your hips rocked up and down on his mouth to reach your high. “oh.. baby you taste so— mhhppff! …so good..”

needy!satoru who plunges two long, slender fingers into your needy slit. he’s surprised to see it enter you without struggle but it lasts short as he immediately starts to finger you quicker than normal.. like an animal. he quickly finds your sweet spot, hitting it over and over as his lips kiss and suck all over your inner thighs and quivering pussy. you cry out his name as you cum all over his pretty face, satoru licking and swallowing it all up without wasting a drop in return.

needy!satoru who had his pants down already as soon as his lips made contact with your pussy. he was humping the mattress so furiously that he didn’t care if he got carpet burn from how animalistic his hips bucked into the soft fabric. his cock was throbbing, veins prominent and bulging out as his angry red tip leaked out precum all over the sheets. he was so damn pent up.. the sounds of your pussy and moans not helping. “baby.. fuck.. ohmygod— so.. so—“

needy!satoru who came as soon as you did all over his face, a loud groan leaving his lips and sending the vibrations up your pussy to the tip of your spine. his cum stained the sheets, slowly dripping down the length of his cock and down to the hardwood floor. “fuck.. made me such a mess, pretty.” he groaned, smirking as he stood up. your juices was dripping down his chin and he wiped it with the back of his hand, letting go of your hand and flipping you over to your stomach. “i— i’m not done yet.”

needy!satoru who wastes no time to plunge his— somehow still hard— dick into that pretty cunt. he watched as it enters with ease, an embarrassingly loud squelch followed with a loud moan leaving your lips making his dick twitch inside you. his hands immediately go to your hips, letting you get comfortable before thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. he panted heavily, mumbling something about filling you up and saying how ‘you’d look adorable with my babies’. he continued to thrust, watching the white ring form around the base of his pretty cock. “so damn.. tight.. around me..—“

needy!satoru who falls on top of you, keeping one hand on your hip and the other planting right beside your head to not squish you as he presses kisses to your neck, sucking and nipping at the soft skin. he could roam his hands all over your body for hours.. but all he wanted was you. you, you, you. “baby.. baby i— i might.. c-cummm..—!”

needy!satoru who buries his face into the crook of your neck, babbling praises and whines as he thrusts faster and faster into your tight hole. his thumb caresses your hip as he groans out a pathetically whiny, ‘c-cumming!!’ and fills you right up.. with you following shortly after. your back arches and he can’t help but moan at the feeling of your hole tightening further around him. he swears his dick will fall off from how you’re squeezing him.

needy!satoru who slumps into bed beside you, pulling you to his chest and holding you tenderly as he whispers apologies and affirmations of love. “i’ll clean you up.. i just w-want to hold you, baby.” he whispers into your ear, closing his baby blue eyes and feeling you nod against his chest. you both relax against each other for a moment, savouring the afterglow as he slowly pulls out of you.

needy!satoru who still gives the best aftercare even though he feels like his legs will break. he carries you to the bathtub, filling it with water at your desired temperature before fully stripping, his pants and boxers discarded somewhere in the room from eating you out, before hopping in with you. he pulls your back to his chest, his hands gently cupping your breasts and kissing your shoulder. “mm.. i’ll always savour this with you, my pretty.”

needy!satoru who swears he’ll fall asleep in the bath with you before he— although reluctantly —snaps out of it and begins to gently wash your delicate body. you were silent throughout the whole process while he praises you, voice low and gentle. “so pretty.. my baby is so pretty.” “your skin is so soft.. so beautiful.” “mind if I press a button harder..? i feel a knot under your skin..” he takes the best care of you, even if he’s tired from pounding into you.

needy!satoru who swiftly washes himself and carries you out the washroom after draining the tub and lazily dries you with a towel before hopping into bed naked with you. he doesn’t care that your hair is wet, as is his. he just wants to feel the warmth of your body against his. he lets out a deep sigh, tugging you closer as you gaze up at him adoringly. your gaze falls to his torso, his eyebrow quirking up.

needy!satoru who’s eyes widen when your delicate finger grazes the scars on his skin. he remains quiet as his snowy white eyelashes flutter upon seeing the focused look on your face, as if reminiscing the memories of each scar with him. he smiles and lightly chuckles before he places his hand on top of yours, pressing your palm against the warmth of his chest. “so sweet to me, ain’tcha?”

needy!satoru who falls asleep with you in his arms, hugging your smaller body against his own. his hand unconsciously rubs your back while the other remains tangled in your hair. he hums a quiet tune to you as you both surrender to sleep, legs tangled together and your hearts in your throat. “love you, baby.” he whispers. even if he’s asleep, he won’t ever regret or forget saying it. over and over if he will.

[fl0w3r-33]

Dreams~…

summary: You help matt through his dreams….

WARNING:smut domfem!reader x sub!matt oral( male receiving ) baby, sweetheart nicknames , kind of not consensual buttt🤷‍♀️

a/n: this is short but only bc it was a passing thought i had daydreamin in class😭😭 (not proofread 😬)

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“4:34 am “ i read off of my bright phone screen after being awakened my something. I look at my peacefully sleeping boyfriend with a smile before propping myself up on a few pillows. I heard a soft whimpering and looked over at Matt with a confused expression. I heard my name leave his soft lips. My eyes widened,” did he just moan my name???” i asked my myself. I lifted up the covers to see him awkwardly humping the mattress begging for help. Normally i would never just touch him without him telling me it’s ok but he clearly needs it. I turned on my side to face him as a long and low groan came from him. “Aww poor baby” i say while stroking his hair. He let out a few whimpers shifting uncomfortably in his boxers.

I lift up his shirt slightly running my hands across his abs as they flex and relax ever so often. I drag my hand lining his boxers and taking it lower. I move slowly to the end of the bed kneeling right above his restraint.I took a finger rubbing the small wet spot in his boxers. “mmm fuck” he say says squirming. i shot my eyes up at him worrying that he was awake. i pulled down them down watching his length hit his stomach. i heard him hiss at the sudden cold air hitting him. I wrapped my hands around him using my thumb to spread the pre-cum along him.

His little whimpers were getting louder at I started to stroke his dick. His eyes shot open “ Ah fuck baby” he said looking down at me through half opened eyes. “ sorry sweetie, do you want me to stop?” i ask looking at him. “ No no please don’t, i need you” He moaned putting his hand on my thigh. I kept pumping my hand watching his facial expressions change with pleasure. “ please” he whispered. “Please what, use you words matt.” i say tightening my grip. “Shi-t can you use you mouth?” his eyes roll back and he flops back on the bed.I didn’t answer and just took him in my mouth swirling my tongue around his painfully red tip. “ Ah fuck thank you, thank you” he groans looks at me.

I dipped my head down until he hit the back of my throat making my gag. I massaged his balls ( i hate that🤢 ) making him thrust his hips up. I quickly removed my mouth and my hands, “ baby why’d you stop??” he whined from the loss of touch. “ if you can’t stop moving then i can’t touch you Matt.” i said a little harshly. “ i’m so sorry ill be good i promise” he whined frantically. “ Good boy” i put back in my mouth bobbing my head up and down. Matt grunted at the nickname and was getting closer to releasing. I quicken my pace as he moans my name. I felt his dick move in my mouth indicating that he’s close. “ Can i come? i’ve been good.” him said looking at my with big eyes. “ Yes you have been a goodboy but hold it for me pretty boy” i said moving the hair from his face.” Ah oh fuck ok.” he says gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white. I rub faster mainly focusing on his tip. Matt starts sifting more vigorously under me. “ Do you wanna cum baby?” i smirk at him. “ fuck yes” his mouth hung open while he released all over my hands and his abs , shaking. “ good boy matt.” i smile caressing his thighs lightly.

“ thank you” Matt said watching me clean him up. “no problem anytime. i’ll always help you when you have dreams” i giggle at him. “ shh, stop” he chuckled…

[cream-stew]

hii i’ve just discovered your blog and you write so beautifully omg ure on of my favs on here so i had to send a req

i would like to req a gn reader with a service dom thoma who could spend hours and hours with you sitting on his face and absolutely CANNOT keep his hands off of u during sex like they’ll either always be on the curve of your hips or he’ll so politely ask to hold your hands while he eats you out 🥰🥰 and praise kink too please 🤭

please take your time no hurry ,,, again your fics are so incredible have a gr8 day 🤗🤗

🔞 minors dni

warnings: afab reader, oral sex (reader receiving), vaginal sex, mentions of overstimulation and public sex, praise kink (thoma)

// note: 3 requests in one bc again I thought they fit well together, the other 2 are under the cut! I hope you guys like it, this was fun to write🤝

recently i’ve been thinking about thoma eating me (afab) out like i feel like the first time he’d do it he’d be a little unsure of what to do but then he gets extremely sloppy and messy with it… like his chin is soaked and he’s basically moaning and humping the bed while doing it

can I get a request where Thoma eats or fucks you while you read documents? Like reader is Ayaka's assistant heheh

he's always so sweet to you, and never leaves you unsatisfied in bed, but he feels like he's still not pampering you enough… he offers to eat you out, then, even tho he has to confess it's his first time doing so.

you tell him you don't mind at all, and you're honestly very excited to let him try it!

you lay back in bed and spread your legs for him, feeling your pussy already getting wet at the sight of him laying on his stomach in between your thighs, his face already so close to your clit.

he seems a lil nervous, mostly afraid of making a fool of himself, but you immediately start moaning when he parts your pussy lips and licks a stripe in between them, boosting his confidence. he gets more into it as he goes on, soon closing his eyes and losing himself as he alternates between sucking on your clit and moving back down to lick at your entrance.

his hands are firmly planted on your hips, keeping you still as you squirm and try to push your pussy higher against his face, but you're completely at his mercy as he eats you out like his life depends on it !!

you can barely stand to look down at him, with your slick gushing all over his chin and his own drool dripping on your pussy, you just know you'll cum way too quickly if you keep looking at him :( tho in the end, you cum quickly anyways…...... but he doesn't stop eating you out yet, he just doubles down on his efforts ! he's so into it that he's humping the mattress, whimpering and moaning against your pussy as he keeps licking all over you🥺

after that first time, he quickly becomes obsessed with eating you out, coaxing you into it every single time you two want to have sex, so by the time his cock is finally plunging into your loose pussy you're already overstimulated and fucked out, but you just can't deny him such a pleasurable reward.

he wants you to ride his face next, laying down on his back and urging you to kneel over him, and when you do it you immediately feel his tongue reaching into you, eagerly lapping up all your juices as he stimulates you so perfectly. you grip his hair as you start riding him for real, rubbing your pussy over his chin and mouth as you moan desperately, enjoying this new sensation.

his hands are on your thighs, but they soon move upwards to your waist, trying to make you ride his face even faster, and finally holding you still when he feels you cum, so you can't get away and stop him from cleaning up your juices with just his tongue.

"you're so good at this", you praise him breathlessly, "mmmn you always make me cum so quickly"

you can see he's blushing at the praise, and you pet his hair gently, looking down at him with a smile as he keeps slowly lapping at your pussy. "ahh, thoma, so good-!”, you repeat, looking behind your back to peek at his hard cock, already dripping precum. yeah, no way you can deny him when he acts like that!

maybe he’s getting a lil too obsessed with your taste tho, bc he soon starts cornering you in public just so he can drop to his knees and eat you out right then and there😥 you have a job to do, you really shouldn’t let him hang out with you while you’re proofreading paperwork for ayaka, he’s way too distracting !! but still… you can’t help but enjoy the way he strips you so frantically, so he can bend you over your desk and eat you out from behind, his hands harshly gripping your asscheeks as he plunges his tongue in and out of your wet pussy :(

the documents are quickly forgotten in your lust (and probably even ruined, given how he presses you down on the desk without a care) but you feel so good that you really can't complain. "yes thoma, mmn yes please", you babble, gripping at the edge of the desk, when he stands up and presses the fat head of his cock to your pussy lips.

he sinks inside and starts fucking you roughly, draping over your back to grab your hands and entwine your fingers together, kissing down the side of your throat as you keep praising him for making you feel so good.

[ri-ahhh]

Can we have some sexy time with gray that stars out rough but ends up soft and cute🥺

I’m gonna make it a continuation of this concept bc low key it’s one of my faves and yk.. why not.

Also I was gonna try to finish this on my laptop so I could put the keep reading break so I don’t clog ppls dashes but tumblr never fucking works on there and I couldn’t do it :/ sorry

A/N: hi hello just finished writing this and it turned out to be garbage but I wanted to post something for the ppl asking. If you are one of those ppl I’m sorry for this haha truly it was just the best I could do for now.

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For the first half of the ride home, Grayson’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. You can feel the tension still brewing in him in the way his calloused fingers grip the soft, bare skin; in the heavy sighs he releases every few minutes and the sudden revs of the engine as he speeds down the highway.

His lingering frustrations at the situation that happened in the mall make you smile softly, and you interlace your fingers with the ones stroking your thigh. Eyes big and sympathetic, you bring the back of his hand to your lips. “Baby, relax,” your murmur against his skin quietly. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”

Grayson shakes his head and glances at you as he pulls your joined hands into his lap. “I fuckin hate guys like that. Can’t believe he put his hands on you.”

“He touched you?” Ethan piped up from the backseat, voice incredulous. “Oh, fuck that. If that has been K...”

The short remainder of the car ride was filled with the twins loud, enthusiastic rants about douchebag chauvinistic men who have no respect for women. It warms your heart, makes your chest fill with pride at the thought of how good your man really is. You squeeze his hand and stroke his arm gently, dragging your nails up and down the veins popping out from the stress and anger he’s both somehow releasing, but also still carrying.

The three of you make it home, and Ethan is immediately hopping out of the car with his shopping bags, eager to see his girlfriend and show her what he had bought her while she had been out with friends. Grayson’s jaw is clenched as the two of you follow his brother inside, and you make your way immediately to his room; you think you know exactly what he needs to get rid of that last bit of well-intended machismo energy he’s got in him.

Sure enough, Grayson shuts the door behind him with a little more force than he really intended, tosses all the shopping bags he had carried in for you to the ground, and wraps those strong arms around your waist in all of two seconds of the door being locked. You giggle and let him hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands gently to bring your lips together.

He walks the two of you to his bed and lays you down as gently as he can while you’re still clinging to him, mouths never separating as he captures your lips over and over again in hot, relentless kisses. When your back hits the mattress, you moan softly and hitch your leg higher up his side, his hand sliding to your ass and grabbing a handful of it through your shorts.

“I need you,” he says gruffly between kisses, panting heavily. He squeezes your cheek again, and uses his grip to haul your hips closer to his while simultaneously lowering some of his weight onto you. You can feel the hard ridge of him against your center, and it makes you gasp. “Can I, please?”

“Yeah, baby,” you agree easily, almost as desperate for Grayson now as he is for you. He’s sexy and kind and good and you love him, and you imagine the scenario of some girl running her hands on those thick arms you love so much, or the swell of his abs over his shirt, and you realize the healthy possessiveness very much runs both ways. Your blood runs hot, and you slip your hands under his shirt to feel the rippling planes of his back. “Want you so bad.”

He growls, deep and primal, and you bite your lip as he sits up and whips his shirt over his head by the collar. It gets tossed blindly to the corner of his room, and you’re instantly reaching out to run your hands over all those muscles covered by soft, tan skin.

Grayson sighs and lets you indulge for a few moments, his lips quirking up at the corners for a quick second and ruining that sexy scowl as he watches you admire him.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. His big, warm hands cup your hips, and he shuffles down some as he slides your oversized shirt up so your stomach becomes exposed for him — supple skin that’s just begging to be kissed.

So he does. His lips are soft and a little wet from the kisses you had shared just a minute ago, but they’re hot and insistent as he makes his way up your torso. Goosebumps flare in their wake, and you shudder beneath his smirk. Grayson pushes your shirt up further, just beneath your bra now, fingers shifting grips from the dips of your waist to the ridges of your rib cage now.

You don’t need words to know what he wants, so you lift your arms overhead the second he bunches the shirt up past your tits. His tongue drags over your sternum once it’s thrown across the room, then he’s swiping it over the buds of your nipples peaking through the sheer mesh of your bra.

Your back arches up into him with a gasp, fingers delving into his thick hair as he grunts and tugs the cups of your bra aside to free your tits for him. Your nipples tighten even more, damp from his tongue and now completely exposed to the cool air of his room — not to mention, the way he’s looking at you right now has every nerve ending in your body excited.

His pretty hazel irises, usually so soft and comforting, are consumed now by the dark of his pupils, despite the warm sunlight shining through the window. Those smoldering eyes stay locked on yours as he ducks his head to suck your left nipple into his hot, wet mouth, his hand kneading your other breast roughly.

“Love your tits,” he huffs against you after a minute of making you writhe beneath him. His tongue trails to the center of your chest, and he nuzzles your cleavage, breathing in the sweet smell of your skin. His stubble scratches against the plush, delicate flesh there, but it’s a mere second before he’s switching breasts to give each the opposite treatment.

You lose his eyes when he shuts them to really absorbe the touch and taste of you, but you don’t mind when he smells so good and feels so familiar and uses those lips and tongue and fingers so fucking good. You whimper and clutch him even closer to you than he already is, perfectly content to have him suck at your tits for as long as he pleases. The feel of him big and heavy and warm on top of you is as relaxing as it is arousing, being so consumed by the sensations of him up top while his erection fits snugly against your pussy.

“Grayson,” you whisper desperately. He looks up at you, and you’re taken by the softness behind the desire in his gaze. He follows the tug on his hair you give to drag him up for a kiss, and you both sigh happily into one another’s mouths when they reconnect. It goes without saying that you could kiss this man forever.

You tighten your legs around his waist and and urge him to rock his hips into yours. Grayson obliges readily, a quiet grunt escaping his lips as he starts grinding into you. His hand returns to your ass, holding you against him for the perfect leverage while he sucks on your tongue and tries to find the right angle to put just the right pressure on your clit.

It’s like any moment of softness and slowness gives him time to remember what got the two of you here this afternoon in the first place, and the ravenous energy from before picks right back up. You’re definitely not complaining by the ebb and flow of everything; it only heightens your own desperation for him, to know he cares so much and wants you to the point of making you cum just from some heavy dry humping.

As if he can read your mind (or maybe you his), Grayson pulls away from the kiss and drags his free hand up your thigh, squeezes your waist, and punches your nipple on his way to grip your cheeks gently but firmly in those strong, calloused fingers. He makes sure you’re looking him dead in the eye again when he tells you in a deep, rumbly voice, “Wanna make you cum in these fucking shorts. Can you cum for me, baby?”

You nod as best you can in his grasp, shifting your head enough to slip his pointer finger into your mouth. You watch him watch you suck it, his hips pressing harder into yours as the pleasure and overall arousal turns up for both of you. His cheeks are flushed and his chain dangles between you, glinting in the sun and reflecting bright spots on the tan skin of his pecs.

A moan escapes you, vibrating around his finger before you add the middle one for a few moments, too. You let him push them down your tongue until the tips touch the back of your throat, and you pull them out with a slight gag and a seductive smile.

“Make me cum,” you murmur hotly, guiding his hand between your bodies and slipping it past your waistband — leaving the shorts with that little logo on the leg on, just as he requested. “I’m so close already, Gray. Please.”

Grayson moans himself and shifts his weight so you’re flat on your back and he’s hovering over you with a hand planted next to your pillow. He touches your pussy for the first time this whole afternoon just as you arch your back to reach beneath you and unhook your bra.

You fling the useless garment across the room and grab immediately onto his forearm by your head, the other clutching the sheets in attempts to ground yourself from the sudden surge in pleasure emanating from your clit. Grayson circles it a couple of times before sliding one, then two, fingers to the hilt.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he groans. You can only nod and moan, then cry out his name when he curls his fingers just right and finds your spot, like he knew right where to look and wanted to waste no time getting to it. He latches onto your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point while he builds that wave inside you. His fingers don’t pump in and out, but stay hooked on that spot that’s making you moan and whine, using his wrist to vary the pressure on it until you’re absolutely losing it, exploding on his hand with broken whimpers of his name.

You’re still high in the sky when he sucks his fingers in his mouth with an appreciative moan and tugs off your shorts finally, then his own, before crawling back on top of you. Naked together and still riding the lingering aftermath of that orgasm, you hum contentedly and accept the hot, desperate kiss he pulls you into.

“Wanna fuck you. Need to fuck you,” he mumbles against your lips, already reaching between you to rub the tip of his dick up and down your soaking wet folds. Even though you’re still sensitive and satisfied, almost nothing can bring you back to a stare of pure arousal like when he teases your hole like that — so close but not enough. It awakens this primal, incessant feeling of absolutely needing to be filled up, and you can’t wait anymore.

You thread your fingers through the back of his hair and arch your hips to encourage him to slip inside, which he finally does with a guttural groan.

“Fuckin give it to me, Gray,” you say once he has a steady rhythm built up. It’s not enough for either of you today, though, and you both know it. You need closer, hotter, harder, more.

Grayson looks wild, his hair sticking up in all directions from your wandering hands, eyes dark but bright, a thin sheen of sweat illuminating ever ridge and valley of muscles on his torso. He doesn’t give you much more time to look, however, as he hooks your knees over his elbows and leans down over your body.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he tucks his face against your own as he starts pounding, his balls slapping against you ass with every hard thrust. The angle is catching you just right and the sharp, pleasurable pain of his teeth sinking into your collarbone only brings everything to a new level. His quiet but audible grunts and moans float right to your ear, the best sounds in the world as he delivers exactly what you asked for.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine, digging your nails into the sinews of his back. Grayson keeps driving into you with renewed purpose, absolutely set on getting you there again with nothing more than his cock.

“Yes, baby, please,” he begs, groaning loudly when he feels you start to clamp down on him. “That’s it... all over my dick... pussy feels so goddamn good.”

You should be sleepy and beyond satisfied at this point, but his heated words make you want to absolutely ravage him. With that, there’s the glow only a couple of amazing orgasms from the man you love can make you feel that fills your chest. So when you’re able to voluntarily move your limbs again, you push back on his chest so he has to stop sucking sweet little kisses into the collumn of your neck. He looks at you a little confused, but you just smile gently and keep putting pressure against him until he ends up on his back.

You settle between his tattooed legs and admire the way his dick lies flat against that solid tummy of his, glistening with your juices. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you take him in your hand to guide his throbbing length between your kiss-swollen lips.

You suck your cum off his skin, humming in satisfaction while you watch him lay back with one hand behind his head and the other petting your hair gently.

“Love your dick,” you say before sucking the leaking tip into your mouth. “Only want yours, baby. Just made me cum so hard...” you trail off with a wanton moan, then get to work sucking him off for real. His eyes fall shut and his fingers work deeper into the loose strands of your hair for a firmer grip. You roll his balls in your palm, pulling out all the tricks you know he loves to get him there as well as he did for you. “Mine.”

He guides you deeper with the hand on your head, never pushing more than he know you’re willing to take; he loves the tangible feeling of that sweet mouth sucking him off, taking him as far down your throat as you can. You make it sloppy for him, letting all the drool and saliva coat his shaft until it’s dripping down his balls. You lift off him with a gasp and massage the slick into his skin before ducking down and sucking them one at a time into your mouth for a tongue bath while you jerk his dick off above you.

You can hear the hitch in his breath, see the short heaves of his chest when you follow the pressure he pulls on your hair in silent request to get you to suck him again. All signs point to him being about to bust, but you want more than his cum in your mouth.

You hurry to mount him, smiling when you catch his look of surprise. He moans as you sink down on him, and you pick up his hands to interlace your fingers for intimacy and leverage.

“Cum inside me,” you tell him, bouncing on him so your tits jiggle for him.

Grayson watches as long as he can, holding out until his eyes roll back and his fingers dig into the backs of your hands as he fills you up with deep, drawn-out moans. You grin in satisfaction, happily obliging him when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down so your chests are flush together.

You hum as he comes down and pepper kisses across his jaw, his nose, his closed eyes. Any bit of that handsome face you love so much that you can reach with your lips gets a sweet peck. Grayson sighs and lets you keep going until he’s gripping your hips and lifting you off his softening cock.

“Sorry if I got too caveman,” he mumbles tiredly after a few moments. “I just love you.”

You shake your head and bury your grin into his neck. “No need to apologize. Actually, I can’t wait to go back to that store with you. I still want those leggings.”

“Fuck off.”

[sodalitefully]

Ok Duff and Slash fooling around in women's clothes and make-up (before gnr themselves were that into the glam clothes) and being unbelievably turned on bc let's face it, they look great in them (I meant this as a request but if you're not taking them, just tell me your thoughts on this cus I'm dying to talk abt this idea w someone😂)

How could I turn down a request like that? 😉

[a bit of smut ahead! and some extra brainstorming about fashion at the end]

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“Yeah, sure.”

Duff gaped.  Not in a million years did he think Slash would actually say yes.  

“You... You will?  Are you sure?”

“Yeah... I’ll do it if you do.”

Oh. Duff flushed pink.  So he wasn’t the only one who’d been inspired by that conversation a week ago... The one about makeup and women’s clothes – just for gigs, of course, like those glam rockers do.  But it got Duff thinking, even though they agreed that dressing like chicks onstage wasn’t really their style, maybe they could still experiment a little in private.  For days, he couldn’t get the idea of Slash in lipstick and a skirt out of his head, and it seemed like Slash might have been stuck on a similar fantasy as well.  

So they took a few days to round up as much women’s clothing and makeup as they could (through questionably legal means, but it had to be done), then pooled their spoils and began the much more complicated task of figuring out how to put together outfits.

They decided to choose each other’s looks: For Duff, Slash picked out a flowy sundress that was almost indecently short on the tall bassist.  He added a shitton of silver necklaces and bracelets, and was meticulous and steady-handed as he did his best to apply Duff’s makeup.  The only pair of women’s shoes they could find in his size was a pair of bright red heeled sandals, so Slash chose a lipstick to match and painted Duff’s nails black.  

While they had the supplies out, Duff helped Slash with his makeup (dark eyeliner and a glossy lip) and painted his nails blue.  Slash modeled several items for Duff – a high waisted skirt, a ruffly gold top... He looked amazing in anything, and Duff drew out settling on the perfect outfit in order to spend more time watching him pose.  Slash was happy to indulge him, he was enjoying Duff’s eyes on him – not to mention his own view of Duff’s incredibly long legs in that dress.  

Eventually, Duff couldn’t take it anymore: Slash was wearing a pair of little leather shorts over fishnet tights with a bikini top and gloves that reached his biceps when Duff finally walked him backwards to the bed, towering over Slash in his heels.  When the back of Slash’s knees hit the mattress, he wrapped his gloved arms around Duff’s bare shoulders and dragged him down with him as he fell onto the bed.  

Duff disentangled himself enough to kneel between Slash’s legs, leaning forward to plant his hands next to Slash’s shoulders and take in the view of Slash laid out below him.  Slash responded by wrapping his legs around Duff’s waist and pulling him closer, his fishnets imprinting diamond scales onto Duff’s exposed thighs. Being admired was nice and all, but Duff wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep his hands to himself for a second longer.  

Duff got the hint and bent down to kiss Slash, their lipstick shades smearing together.  Slash tried to chase him when he pulled away, but Duff buried a hand in his curls, holding him in place while he made his way lower, scattering sticky red kisses and teasing touches across Slash’s torso, making him arch his back in pleasure.  

The final kiss left a red stain on black leather right over Slash’s cock.  Slash squirmed, his voice beseeching as he encouraged Duff to keep going.  Duff unzipped his shorts and simply tore the cheap tights to free his cock, too impatient to take everything off.  Slash gasped appreciatively at the unexpected aggression, but before he could say a word Duff’s lips were wrapped around his head, tongue swirling as he gradually took Slash deeper.  

Slash’s satin fingers carded roughly through Duff’s hair as he moaned, and Duff groped Slash’s ass while he buried his cock in his throat, sinking his fingers into smooth leather and urging Slash to thrust into him. After so much foreplay, it wasn't long before Slash was on the edge, his eyes fluttering shut and skin shining with sweat as Duff picked up the pace, eagerly bobbing his head even while Slash spilled down his throat with a loud, drawn-out moan.

Slash was still panting when Duff crawled up to straddle his hips and bent down for a kiss that tasted like cum and cherry lip gloss.  He took a moment to catch his breath and admire Duff, who looked down at him with his lipstick destroyed and his hair a disheveled mess. Slash stroked his palms up and down Duff’s thighs, inching higher and higher until they slipped under his skirts and brushed against the edge of his lace panties. Duff was desperate to finally be touched, he whined when Slash's fingers lightly grazed his cock and lifted his hips to grind into Slash's hand.  "Slash, please."  

Slash would have been just as happy to continue watching Duff try to hump his palm, but he couldn't deny his lover anything so obligingly he pushed back his skirt, tugged the sheer black lace out of the way and very gently stroked Duff's length with his satin-gloved hands.

Duff gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of soft, silky fabric, holding as still as he could under Slash’s caress so that the friction wouldn't become too much.  Slash didn't tease him for long, after a moment he bit down on the tip of his glove, tugging it loose with his teeth before peeling them both off and finally giving Duff the rough handjob he'd been pleading for.

Slash knew how to treat Duff the way he liked, with firm strokes and callused fingers that drove him wild.  Before long, Duff was trembling and moaning with every thrust.  “Are you close? Lay back, I want to suck you.” Slash wiggled out from underneath Duff and helped tug off his panties and toss them aside. 

Duff leaned back on his arms, his long legs folded back and splayed wide with his heels digging into the bedspread. His skirt was still gathered around his waist, leaving him completely exposed.  The scene put a lusty grin on Slash’s face, and he maintained eye contact with Duff as he licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft before finally ducking his head and swallowing him down.  

Duff came watching Slash’s ass in skin-tight leather shorts, bouncing in time with each bob of his head as his damp curls clung to his arched back.  Slash licked him clean before letting him up, moving aside and laying on his belly with his chin in his hands and his fishnetted ankles crossed above him as he watched Duff slowly stretch out his stiff legs and start undoing the straps on his heels.

“You look fucking amazing, you know,” Slash informed him with a smile.  Even in a dress, even with his makeup smeared to hell and a bit of hair stuck to his lips, and especially when he was relaxed and freshly fucked, Slash would always find Duff maddeningly attractive.  

Duff blushed at the praise.  “So do you,” he responded, trailing his eyes appreciatively up and down Slash’s prone body.  

“I could probably get my hands on some more clothes next week.  Maybe lingerie, definitely makeup.  Y’know, if you think you wanna try this again sometime...”

Duff laughed, both eager and flustered at the prospect.  “I think I’d have to be crazy to pass up a chance to see you in lingerie.”

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I feel like they would probably end up in kind of mismatched eclectic outfits considering how they end up dressing in their glam phase, not to mention they were scavenging for clothes in the first place lol.  But oh my god, the possibilities are endless... 

Duff in leggings and maybe a crop top or bandeau, or a jumpsuit oh my god like the kind with the flared legs?  If only they could find one long enough lmao.  Heeled boots would be killer, maybe gloves for those slender hands of his, maybe a pretty scarf.  They could try curling his hair lol and I think he could definitely pull of glitter makeup.  I feel like overall he would straddle the line between pretty and glamorous, with a little badass mostly from his shoes.

Slash I think would be pretty rocker chic and maybe also a little bit hippie-ish?  A skater skirt would be cool, and denim short-shorts, bikini tops or cropped band tees, platform shoes.  Idk why but I really wanna stick stuff in his hair, like flowers or glitter or whatever!  But also, I’d love to see him in some cute stuff; over sized sweaters, pastels, heart-shaped sunglasses... 

PLEASE feel free to tell me what you’re imagining for this idea!! I absolutely want to hear your thoughts, I agree this needs to be talked about 💕

[pasteljeon]

The Midnight Train (m)

Summary: It’s well known that Jungkook and Jimin are your willing blood bags. It’s a dangerous game, yet they’re so pliant in your hands, so eager to submit.

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader, Jimin/Reader

Warnings: smut fest, bloodplay, mild gore, edging, orgasm denial, cock rings, overstimulation, prostate milking, excessive amounts of biting and blood sucking lesgetit, unprotected sex (please use condoms!), handcuffs, bondage, some derogation, dirty talk, sub!jungkook, sub!jimin, dom!reader, basically pwp

Vampire!Reader, human!Jimin, human!JK

Length: 1.8k

Notes: HAPPY (belated) HALLOWEEN! This wasn’t a request, but something I sped through today to contribute some holiday spirit. I don’t usually do themed fics just bc I usually never put them out at a respectable time LOL hope you enjoy!

Playlist: SIREN | FAKE LOVE | The Truth Untold | Badbye

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You stare idly at the champagne flute in your fingers, thumbing the condensation absentmindedly as you lean back into your seat.

“Miss?” Your eyes trail up to meet the blushing gaze of the young flight attendant. He clears his throat as you regard him curiously. Your lips twitch at the resemblance, but you only grace him with a curt nod as you clear the table for the dinner tray.

“What would you like to drink today?” He asks, voice wobbly. His gaze is averted, likely intimidated by your cold beauty.

“Cranberry juice is fine,” you answer. His surprise is palpable and he nearly drops the glass as he fumbles with the bottle.

At your perceptible amusement, the attendant quickly finishes off your row, muttering unnecessary safety reminds before edging forward to the next pair of seats.

“Your meal waiting for you at home?”

You turn to the voice, meeting the sly, knowing look of your colleague. Your smirk was response enough as you twirled the silverware in your hand.

“I’ve always wondered,” she says, leaning in. “How do they taste?”

“Delectable,” you murmur, a thrill of wickedness seeping through your veins as you take a sip of your drink.

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Jimin is the first to greet you as you unlock the door.

He bounds towards you, a happy grin on his face as he skids to a stop a feet away from you.

“Welcome back, noona,” he says softly, hands clasped behind him as his feet scuff the marble flooring.

Your breath blows out of you in a long exhale. “Hello, Jimin. Have you missed me?”

He nods, still shying away as he stares at the ground. “I missed you lots, noona. I always miss you when you’re gone.”

He winces almost immediately, flinching when you drop your suitcase. The clicking of your heels are loud, ominous with every step. His eyes are drawn to where you stand before him, but he stubbornly refuses to meet your gaze.

“Look at me,” you say quietly.

His teeth are caught in his lower lip as he chews it worriedly.

“I missed you too, baby boy,” you murmur. You can hear the way his heart speeds up at your words, and you know your irises are visibly ringed in crimson when the way he bravely steps closer.

“You must be thirsty,” Jimin offers, fingers already moving to unbutton his shirt.

“Ravenous,” you rasp. In a flash, you’re behind him, the breeze barely registering before you wrap an arm across his chest, his neck snapping to the side.

Your fangs sink into his skin, the sweet taste coating your tongue thickly as you swallow, moaning softly. He always tasted so delicious. A drug on its own, thick and heavy as it threatens to pull you under.

The toxins in your bite had Jimin trembling beneath you, desperately trying to still while your wandering fingers trail to his growing bulge, squeezing lightly.

“Hard already?” You smirk as you pull back, blood smeared across your lips as Jimin twists around to look at you with imploring eyes. You normally despise the mess that came with feeding, but you know Jimin loves it.

You wipe your mouth with your sleeve, shrugging it off and casually tossing the $3,315 Saint Laurent jacket aside as you took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

I told you not to be deceived

That the moment you take this hand, it’ll be dangerous

Jimin, a third year university student with crippling student debt and struggling to make ends meet in an independent lifestyle. A cliché and well-practised opportunity for a wealthy donor like yourself to step in and generously offer to cover all his costs—for a price. It was, he found, a delighted bonus that you were a pureblood vampire. He readily agreed to your terms and was more than happy to serve the role expected of him.

Silver hair, piercing charcoal eyes, body sculpted by the Gods themselves, his thighs. A beautiful specimen of mortality.

But more than that, he was gentle and kind. Always speaking and acting thoughtfully. Supportive and loyal to a fault.

The look you’re giving me when I’m so cold to you

The moonlight that shined on us is setting now

“Where’s Jungkook?” You murmur between kisses. You push him onto the mattress, pinning him down as you throw your leg over his torso, grinding down. You greedily swallow his breathless moan.

“He’s ah, writing an exam,” Jimin gasps, hips canting as you rip the offending clothing from his body, buttons scattering as you lean down to press a kiss over his heart. It hammers beneath your touch, skipping as you flick his nipple.

Can’t you see? Your hand that can’t let go

Is slowly getting red

Jungkook, a first year who was unfairly torn from his childhood to deal with his father’s involvement with the underground trade. If you hadn’t let a hand when you did, he would’ve dropped out entirely and moved to step into the same backend field despite his yearning and talents to be an artist. In him, you wanted to preserve innocence. You’d asked for nothing in return, and yet he insisted on compensation, gratitude pouring from his seams. Jimin was one of his closest friends, the reason for your introduction, and soon Jimin’s secret had become his own.

Chocolate tresses, doe eyes, an eight pack. The thighs. The epitome of masculine beauty.

But more than that, he was sweet and lively. Curious, as though exploring the world for the first time. Wildly competitive, instinctively protective of the people around him.

Now you’re bleeding, but are you still attracted?

You clearly know but why are you staring at me?

You know the exact moment Jungkook realizes. The door shuts quietly, imperceptible to all but your own ears, keys dropped on the table at the foyer. Your suitcase remains where it has been abandoned all day.

“Noona?” He calls, footfalls eager as he haphazardly chucks his bag aside to find you. You hide your grin as your thumb catches the slit of the cock in your hand, Jimin’s strangled cry alerting the younger man long before the both of you came into view.

“Hello, baby,” you utter softly. Jungkook is frozen at the entrance, irises already beginning to dilate as he takes in the sight before him. Jimin is splayed out against the comforter, looking fucked out and desperate as he begs you to let him come between slurred sentences. Bites litter his figure and Jimin looks so delirious Jungkook hardens instantly at the vision.

“You’re late.” The velvet edge to your voice jolts him to reality. He falls into it immediately.

“Please, let me make it up to you, noona,” Jungkook whispers. You survey him with a knowing glint and nod.

“Strip.”

He’s tied to the desk chair within the next minute, a cock ring fitted snuggly against his balls. You tap on the vibrations. His eyes roll back as the dry orgasm is ripped out of him.

You know

That I’ll hurt you

The beautiful me of your fantasies doesn’t exist

Your fangs scrape his inner thigh and he nearly cums again when you pierce his veins shallowly, the feeling of you drinking from him enough to have him writhing beneath your hold.

“How does it feel?” You purr. “Whoring yourself out to a vampire?”

“S-so good!” Jungkook mewls, fingers twisting in the silken sheets as he thrashed. “N-noona, please!”

“I want you to remember this,” you say. “What this felt like. What being with me feels like. How much pleasure I can offer you.”

“God, I love you, ___,” Jungkook sobs, eyes rolling back as he comes hard, semen staining his stomach and coating your hand.

The forest just for us, you weren’t there

The route I took, I forgot

“No more,” Jimin cries, tears leaking from his shut eyes as he babbles incoherently, his cock angry red and raw, yet he remains hard and so you pull orgasm after orgasm from him. His balls tighten as you clench around him.

“Please!” He screams as he comes again, choking on his spit as he throws his head back, nerves frayed. Agonized moans leak from his parted lips as he collapses into the sheets.

His eyes snap open as he feels a warm, wet heat engulf his sensitive tip, voice fraught and hoarse as he pants, fingers tangling in your hair as your fangs drag across his slit.

Jimin squeals, convulsing as whiteness blinds him, the force of his climax rendering him unconscious for a brief moment.

When he recovers enough to lift his head up weakly, he flops right back down, his dick twitching as blood rises once more at an embarrassingly and horrifyingly fast rate.

Jungkook, shamelessly humping your heat as he arches his neck for you. “One more,” he pleads, eyes wide and lips pouting. “Just one more, noona, please.”

Jimin hisses when his hand comes in contact with his raw, throbbing shaft.

His fingers claw at you, body twisting, and Jimin reaches his high as Jungkook’s hoarse cries echo through the empty manor.

Kill me, kill me softly

Have me be scattered as fragments

Their eyes are pleading you to give life to the words you could never speak. Are you asking me to stay?

So you don’t say anything. You leave the two mortals, trembling in the aftermath of your cruelty, exhausted and exchanging frantic, scared looks with one another. You know I would if you did.

You give yourself a quick run through the shower and wrap a towel around yourself, pausing to wet a cloth before returning to the bedroom.

Your deadened heart softens at the sight of their wrecked, tousled forms, their sleepy eyes blinking up at you as they struggled to remain awake.

Your fingers were gentle as you wiped their bodies off, careful at the multiple areas that have already begun to bruise, dabbing at the indents. They were drifting in and out, barely wincing when you pressed too hard.

“Just one night,” you whisper, kissing their foreheads.

But you all know that’s a lie.

I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true