#but he couldn’t resist writhing out of reach

[yan-lorkai]

Hello! I have a story request:

Undertaker (Black Butler) x Ciels sister!reader where maybe during the Campana arc reader kinda helps Ut. Like, maybe the fact that the dead are going to turn into zombies is almost revealed because (for example) a zombie breaks out of their coffin already, so reader lures it back? Idk. I just really want to read about the reader helping Ut because she wants to see him happy and smile and whatnot (I always get so happy when Ut laughs). Seeing as this would be yandere maybe reader is also just a bit obsessed with Ut? Not full blown yandere, just slightly codependent obsession?

Thank you! (Thank you if you do write it. If you don't write it then thank you for all your other wonderful stories)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: This was a bit tricky considering the second part of your request, which I couldn't make it fit here, so I'm just mentioning rather than showing. Overall, I hope you enjoy it. Undertaker is always a delight to write to.

The night was heavy with tension, the air thick with the scent of incense and something far less holy - much heavier, as rotten blood and stitched limbs. The Campania’s lavish halls were brimming with the murmurs, laughters and music, all unaware of the dark secret that writhed below the surface - bodies resting in coffins, waiting for the signal to rise and attack.

Amidst this carefully constructed chaos, you stood near the back of the room, your eyes subtly darting from side to side, scanning for any signs of trouble. You had been on edge since Undertaker had whispered his plan to you, a smile playing on his lips, as if this entire twisted game was no more than a grand performance he had orchestrated.

And yet, when he had explained what he needed to do, you could see the glint of madness, the excitement in his eyes that had sent a chill down your spine. But it was that same glint you couldn’t resist, the way his eyes seemed to light up, the way he smiled that you jumped right onto his plan without him needing to ask you to.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

There was a shuffling sound, barely perceptible, and you stiffened, your hand clenching around the fan you held. Glancing around, your gaze quickly fell toward the source. One of the coffins was rocking slightly, the lid shifting as something within struggled to break free. Panic surged through you; this was too early.

The guests would see, and everything would unravel. Undertaker’s plan would be ruined.

Quickly, you moved closer, slipping past the other coffins with practiced ease. You reached the coffin just as the lid burst open, and a decaying hand clawed its way out, grasping at the air. The corpse’s eyes were wide, empty, and hungry, a sight that would have sent anyone else running in terror. But not you. You had seen far worse, working alongside Undertaker for a few months now.

You had heard Undertaker’s tales, his gentle whispers of how he had perfected this experiment, how it was all leading to this moment. You knew the lengths he would go to for his morbid fascination. And you loved the dreamy look on his eyes, even if you didn't quite understood what he planed to achieve with that.

With a calm that surprised even yourself, you stepped forward, positioning yourself between the coffin and the rest of the room. “Shh, shh… it's alright, dearie.” You whispered softly, your voice barely audible over the murmurs of conversation and the soft strains of the orchestra.

The zombie's head jerked towards you, its movements stiff and unnatural, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you slowly extended your hand, letting it grasp at your fingers, and gently guided it back down. “I know you’re restless and confused, but you need to wait just a little longer,” you continued, almost as if you were speaking to a child. “Go back, and I promise you’ll be able to stretch your legs soon.”

“Well, aren’t you a brave little thing?” He drawled, his voice low, a touch of amusement lacing his tone as he gently caressed your cheek with a soft touch. “I must say, I didn’t expect my sweet little assistant to take matters into her own hands.”

With surprising compliance, the creature obeyed, retreating back into its dark confinement. You gently closed the lid, making sure it was secure, and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You could not be afraid, yet it was terrifying to speak with a dead being.

Turning back, you found yourself face-to-face with Undertaker, his lips curved into a wide, knowing grin.

You felt your cheeks heating up, but you couldn’t help but return his smile, even if just a little. “I couldn’t let your plan fall apart,” you said, keeping your voice light, though your heart was still pounding. “Besides, I know how much this means to you… I couldn’t stand to see you disappointed.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers lingered against your skin, the touch affectionate. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the dim light. “I’m not afraid because I want to see you happy,” you admitted quietly, averting your gaze, afraid to see his reaction. “I know how you are when you’re excited, and… I like it.”

Undertaker’s grin widened, and he took a step closer, his gloved fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “Oh, my dear, always so considerate, always thinking about me,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite place.

“You know, you’re quite the enigma yourself. So delicate, yet so fearless when it comes to helping me play with my little experiments. Are not afraid of them? Of me?”

Undertaker’s eyes softened, and for a moment, his grin melted into something more tender, more genuine. He tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, and the look he gave you was almost reverent. “You’re quite the fascinating creature yourself, little dove.”

His voice barely above a whisper. “Always so eager to please, even when you should be running the other way. I wonder… do you even realize what you’re getting yourself into?”

You knew you should have been afraid, but instead, you felt a warmth spreading through your chest. There was something almost intoxicating about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the world who could understand him, who could share in his dark, twisted delight.

“I don’t care,” you replied softly, your voice steady. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what happens.”

Undertaker chuckled, the sound low and rich, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple. “Then I suppose it’s a good thing you’ve already chosen your side, my dear,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “After all, there’s no turning back now… and I do so love having you by my side. I won't let you get away now, not even if your little brother found us out, not even if the whole world goes up in flames, you're my pretty assistant."

As you stood there, locked in Undertaker’s gaze, you realized you didn’t mind the darkness that surrounded him. In fact, it was that very darkness that drew you in, binding you to him in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

A smug smile grew on your lips. "Good to know because I'm not planning to let anyone separate us."

And as the night continued, you found yourself more certain than ever that you would do whatever it took to keep that smile on his face, even if it meant dancing along the edge of madness with him.

[pangur-and-grim]

two “cats” interacting

[pucksandpower]

Ruin You

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: you and Charles are a perfect match — he enjoys utterly ruining you and you ��� well, you enjoy being ruined

Warnings: 18+ content

You wake slowly, the familiar scent of his skin filling your nose as you become aware of the warm body pressed against yours. His arm is draped heavily over your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Charles.

But how?

He wasn’t due home until tomorrow night. You smile sleepily, reveling in the feel of him, the solid weight of his body grounding you.

“Charles?” You murmur.

He makes a soft sound against your skin, his arm tightening around you. You run your fingers through his hair.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow,” you say.

He lifts his head, eyes glinting in the dim light as he looks at you. “I wanted to surprise you.”

His voice is low and gravelly with sleep, sending a shiver down your spine. He captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss, cradling your face in his hand. You melt into him, heat pooling low in your belly. When he finally pulls back you’re breathless.

“Well consider me thoroughly surprised,” you say a little shakily.

He smiles, trailing kisses along your jaw. “I missed you. Couldn’t stand being away from you a moment longer.”

You bite your lip as his mouth finds the sensitive spot below your ear. He nips at it, drawing a gasp from you. Your fingers curl into his shirt.

“Charles …”

“Hmm?” The vibration of his voice against your skin makes you shiver.

You swallow thickly. “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.”

He lifts his head again, eyes dark. “Who says I don’t intend to finish it?”

Your breath hitches at the promise in his gaze. He claims your mouth again, more insistently this time. You respond eagerly, heat building as your tongues tangle. He rolls you onto your back, settling between your thighs as he deepens the kiss. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, heart hammering in your chest.

When he finally breaks away you’re gasping. His eyes rake over you possessively.

“This needs to go,” he says lowly, fingers skimming the hem of your camisole.

He doesn’t wait for a response, grasping the fabric and pulling it smoothly over your head. The cool air pebbles your bare skin and you shiver. His gaze smolders as it travels over you, making you burn.

He leans down, lips grazing your collarbone. “So beautiful …”

You sigh, tilting your head back to give him access. His mouth trails lower, tongue flicking out to taste you. He lavishes attention on your breasts, teeth and tongue teasing you until you’re writhing beneath him.

“Charles please …” you gasp out.

He lifts his head, eyes blazing. “Please what, mon ange?”

You flush under the intensity of his gaze. “I need you.”

Something dark flashes in his eyes. He moves back up your body, hand curving around your throat. Not squeezing, just holding you in place as he looks down at you.

“I know exactly what you need,” he rasps. “And I’m going to give it to you, over and over until you’re screaming my name. Until you can’t think of anything but me and the way I make you feel. I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”

Arousal floods you at his words, core aching. You reach for him desperately but he catches your wrists, pinning them to the bed.

“Be patient, mon amour.”

He rolls his hips, hardness pressing into your core through the layers of clothing still separating you. You gasp, back arching off the bed at the friction. He does it again and again, until you’re writhing and pleading beneath him. Only then does he release your hands, sitting back to remove his shirt.

Your eyes drink in the lean planes of his chest, unable to resist reaching out to trace along the firm muscle. He shudders under your touch, muscles tensing. When your hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants he grabs your wrists again, stopping you.

“Not yet,” he says roughly. “It’s my turn to touch you.”

He strips your sleep shorts and panties off in one smooth motion, baring you fully to him. You squirm under the heat of his gaze but he holds you still, fingers gently stroking along your inner thighs. He takes his time reacquainting himself with every inch of you, until you’re dripping and shaking with need.

“Please,” you sob, “I can’t take anymore.”

He relents then, shedding the last of his own clothes before covering you with his body once more. You cling to him desperately as he enters you in one long stroke, finally giving you what you need. What only he can give you.

He sets a relentless pace, driving into you again and again. The slide of his skin against yours is intoxicating, his hands and mouth roaming your writhing body greedily. He brings you to the peak over and over, pushing you higher each time before letting you fall. Your world narrows down to just the two of you, nothing existing beyond this bed, beyond the feelings he drags from your shuddering frame.

You’re sobbing his name, pleading and incoherent when he finally takes mercy on you, letting you shatter fully in his arms. Your vision goes white, body seized in rapture as you come undone around him. His thrusts grow erratic as your release triggers his own, groaning your name against your skin as he spills inside you.

You float back down slowly, clinging to each other. He presses tender kisses to your face, murmuring praise and adoration until you finally open your eyes to meet his loving gaze.

“There’s my girl,” he says softly, brushing the hair back from your face. “How do you feel?”

You give him a dazed, blissful smile. “Ruined. Just like you promised.”

He grins and kisses you sweetly. “I’ll ruin you as many times as you want. I’m all yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

You caress his face, heart overflowing. “Forever then.”

He kisses you again, soft and deep. When he pulls back his eyes are glowing.

“Forever,” he agrees.

You curl into him, resting your head on his chest as his arms come around you. His heartbeat lulls you, his fingers trailing lazily up and down your back. Safe and sated in the circle of his embrace, you let your eyes drift closed. There’s no place you’d rather be than right here with him.

[rubiehart]

Hey there! So I’ve been reading fan fictions on here FOREVER but have never actually sent a request, but I couldn’t resist with your writing style!! I was wondering if you could do a jj Maybank x female reader where they’re getting it on and he keeps praising her A LOT and giving her pet names and the reader whines and suddenly says stop but before he does she squirts all over him and reader is super embarrassed and jj absolutely loves it. Sorry and thanks 😅🖤

when i tell you i screamed when i saw this ask!!

by this point jj’s so pussy drunk he’s mumbling incoherently into your pussy, vibrating through your slick as he circles his tongue skilfully over your pulsing clit, back arched and rutting desperately against his face, fingers laces in his blond tresses, tugging to bring his face back down to reach your peak you so desperately craved.

“jesus, gooood fuckin’ girl. doin’ so good. y’gonna cum pretty girl?” he slurs in his raspy voice, making you whine out, he grins against your soaked heat and brings his pink muscle down to circle your enterance. “my girl, soakin’ my fuckin face, so fuckin’ pretty.” your eyes roll back into your head momentarily from the praise, feeling that white hot burn in your stomach rising, as he brings his attention back to your clit, writhing against the bed as jj wrestles your thighs open, your slick dripping onto the matress and coating his lips.

he feels your pussy clenching and knows your close, taking it as a sign to push two fingers in to your dripping heat as your back arches automatically, slurping at your heat as you whine out. “jj please! please needa’ cum!”

“yeah?” he challenges with a grin. “good fuckin’ girl. my beautiful girl.” he says in a low raspy voice, fingers curling against that spot that makes you scream, shaking his head back and forth against your pussy, dragging his tongue frantically against your clit. “jayj i’m gonna fuckin’ pee!” you let out a borderline pornographic moan, and your vision goes white.

your minds all hazy as you let out a moan as you grip his hair even harder, tugging hard as you squirt your release all over his face, not fully realising it and flopping down onto the bed, tits bouncing as jj’s head pops up from between your legs.

his pupils are dilated and his mouth is coated in your slick, and he grins at you. “never took you for a squirter baby.”

and you’re all embarrassed, covering your face with your hands, he pulls your hands away gently. “hey, that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen, ‘kay? no need t’ be embarrassed babe. ‘s only me.”kissing you with some kind of new found hunger, lining his rock hard dick up with your clenching pussy, whining when he pushes in from the sensitivity.

“y’gonna squirt again f’me? yeah?” he grins as you nod frantically. “soak my dick. you’re my good fuckin’ girl, yeah?”

[tetzoro]

TANTALIZING — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. bully!reader x virgin!choso !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : tantalizing : tormenting or teasing with the sight or promise of something unobtainable. aka playing with choso has always been your forte, but what happens when you discover he has a few tricks up his sleeve?

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. degradation, edging, use of sex toys, begging, choso is a perv & a lil scummy (ooc?), use of the term “slut”, slight praise (use of good boy), cum eating, minimal prep, unprotected sex, borderline hate sex, creampie — WC : 2.4k

“you’re such a disgusting little perv. you knew i was coming over and you just couldn’t resist, could you?” you ask, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. choso almost whimpers at the touch and you couldn’t help but smirk. “you want me to help you out or something? is that what this is?”

the two of you had agreed to meet up today to work on the group project for your class. you figured it would be best to join up with the quiet nerd in your class, but you weren’t expecting to walk in on him with his back flush against his headboard, head tossed back as he was using a fleshlight against his surprisingly pretty cock.

“n-no! i thought i would have more time — aah!” he chokes out, jerking into your hand as you run a finger along his oozing tip, slowly smearing his pre-cum around it. “i just — mmf — lost track of time.”

“you’re lucky you’re so cute.” you start to move your hand more, palms pressed against his hot skin. it was just enough for it to feel good, but not enough to send him over the edge. “aw, you’re blushing. don’t tell me…”

“what?” he gasps, trying to gain more friction.

“are you a virgin, choso?” you stop moving your hand, eyes trailing over to where his discarded fleshlight was laying on the bed.

the room was silent for a moment, choso’s heavy breathing filling the space. he felt the weight of your hand disappear, replaced by a sickeningly sweet release crackling under the surface, trapped under your mercy. he knew you wouldn’t continue unless he spoke up.

“yes.” he says hesitantly, watching your eyes light up in delight.

“i knew it.” you smiled, smugness taking over your features. your lips meet, a breathy moan escaping him as your tongue slips into his mouth.

it quickly turns into a messy kiss, saliva pooling in his mouth as his tongue swirls with yours. but he couldn’t help but feel so needy for you, your eager hands roaming all over his body as he claims your mouth. you pull apart all too soon, disappointment invading his senses as your warm touch leaves him. but it quickly melts away, watching you in wonder as you start to undress before his very eyes.

you start with your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side. he reached out to help but you swat his hand away. instead, you give him a show as you shimmy out of your pants, leaving your bottom bare. with quick, practiced fingers, you take off your lacy bra, the cold air brushing against your nipples.

“no touching.” you purr, crawling on the bed towards choso. his mouth goes dry, words escaping him as he takes in how beautiful you are. he wants to disobey, to reach out and touch you but he doesn’t want to break this illusion. the last thing he wants you to do is leave him in this state, a fire burning so vigorously in his gut that only you can douse.

you sit in his lap, his body jolting as your exposed cunt kisses his cock. he can feel your essence start to coat him as you start to move your hips, not yet giving into what he truly desires.

“you’re so mean to me.” he whines out, writhing below you. all you do in response is glide your cunt against his twitching cock. at this point, it was absolutely drenched in your slick, making it easy to rock against him — but never letting him in. “please baby.”

“not yet.” you smile not so sweetly. honestly, what else could he really expect from you? the one that’s been torturing him for as long as he can remember. catching him off guard while you walk down the hallways, showing off your short, cute little skirts. close enough to see but never close enough to touch. “good boys know how to wait.”

“but-” he whines, pleading with you. you almost want to give in, but another idea slips into your mind and takes hold.

“tell me, when you were using your fleshlight, were you thinking of me?” you ask, your voice lacing with an innocence he should know better than to trust.

“y-yes! always you-”he ruts up into you, trying to gain some friction. you let him get away with it for now.

“let me see.” the sweetness in your voice evaporated, leaving a simple command in its place.

“what?” he looked at you, confusion swimming in his eyes. the look on your face told him that you weren’t joking. he watches in inquisitive horror as your other hand picks up his toy.

“i said,” you ease off his lap a little bit, ignoring the way he reaches for you. “let. me. see.”

“alright,” he swallows thickly, nodding along as he takes the toy from your hand and lines it up to his cock. he’s about to start using it before your hand meets his. he looks up at you, watching your eyes darken with twisted hunger. it makes his cock twitch, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“so needy, aren’t you?” you slide the fleshlight agonizing slowly over his angry, inflamed cock. he hisses as you take your time, holding his gaze to see if he’ll challenge you. and of course he won’t. “such a cute little virgin.”

feeling you so close to him, your breath fanning across his face has his hips rutting up into the toy. you tsk softly, displeased that he went at his own pace. but you showed him mercy anyway, starting to pump the fleshlight over him.

“shit-“ he moaned, tossing his head back against the headboard. his chest heaved, warmth swirling in his gut. he needed more but instead he just dug his fingers into the sheets and let you take the reins.

“feel good?” you ask sweetly and all he can do is nod enthusiastically as you pick up the pace. “use your words.”

“feels so good,” he gasps, finally looking back at you through half lidded eyes. “please, please, please fuck me.”

“not yet.” you move faster, getting closer to him so you can kiss his neck. the feeling of your soft lips trailing over his skin sends his mind reeling, a dusty haze settling over everything as he loses himself to pleasure. “need you to come for me first, you know you want to. you’ve been doing so well, holding back for me. just a little more and i’ll give you what you need.”

the room is filled with the squelch of his cock driving in and out of the toy. its filthy, the way he pants, sweat gathering under his fringe. he should be embarrassed but instead his hips stutter as he lets out a choked whine.

“gonna cum-“ he can’t help as he thrusts into the toy, yearning hungrily for his high. and luckily, you let him. there was a moment you thought about pulling the toy off of him, leaving him to come untouched, but maybe that was best saved for another time.

his features just looked so pretty, face scrunching up in otherworldly pleasure, his neck and chest flushed with the prettiest shade of pink.

with a strangled moan of your name, he cums in the fleshlight, holding your hand down further onto it so he shove himself as deep as possible.

“good boy,” you praise, taking the toy off of him. you study it for a second, swiping your fingers to collect some of the milky substance before holding it up to his face expectantly. he raises an eyebrow at you. “what? you can’t expect someone else to ever swallow your shit if you don’t try it yourself. go on now.”

his eyes narrow at you as he leans forward, taking your fingers in his mouth as he swallows his own cum. it earns him a hum of approval from you. after all of the humiliation he’s suffered so far under your touch, it makes it almost worth it.

tossing the fleshlight to the side, you straddle his lap again, rubbing your soaked folds over his semi hard cock. it didn’t take long for him to harden again. he grips your hips with an iron hold, desperately trying to rut up against you.

“you ready, choso?” you purr in his ear, lining up his cock to your entrance, wiggling your hips a little so he can feel how wet you are for him.

“please.” he breathes. choso’s head spun as you swallowed up his cock, watching it slowly disappear.

he whimpers as he slowly sinks into you, toes already curling from the way your tight cunt envelops his cock. all he could see was your smug smile before his pretty eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“so tight, fuck, so soft-“ he all but whines into your shoulder as he bottoms out.

“better than your little fleshlight?” you smirk, teasingly rocking your hips back and forth.

choso didn’t know what happened, but something in him finally snapped when you mocked him this time. he moves around, pushing you onto your back before plunging back into you. he lets out a hiss, hips stuttering as he takes in your shock expression.

“you know, you talk a lot of shit for someone in your position.” he doesn’t move, trying to keep himself together. the last thing he needed to do was blow his load already.

“in my position?” you breathe out, trying to keep the edge to your voice. but it’s melting away, he can feel the way your cunt clenches around him, pulsing with interest as he starts to take control.

he’s had enough of your constant little quips at him, always making comments under your breath whenever he walked into the classroom, sitting in his seat that was directly in front of yours. he put up with so much from you, and it was time for a little payback.

“yeah, sprawled out under me like the slut you are.” he starts to move his hips. “it was almost too easy. all i had to do was act a little pathetic around you and you fell right into my hands.”

“you-“ you gasp as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. it was almost amusing seeing you struggle to find the words to bite back at him. “you are pathetic though.”

“and what does that say about you then, huh?” he lets out a harsh scoff, thrusting quicker and chasing his high. “makes you seem more pathetic in my eyes.”

“‘m not!” you whine, gripping onto the sheets as he drives you into the mattress.

“compelling argument.” he pulls out, savoring the sweet whimper you let out at the loss. he quickly flips you over, sliding back into you as he pulls you up so you’re on all fours.

“y-you-” you start, words escaping you as you try to hold onto the headboard for balance. everything you wanted to say vanished on the tip of your tongue, the way he was fucking you was too good, taking all of your thoughts with you. it all happened so fast you didn’t have time to think about how precise his moves were, how he knew exactly where to thrust to hit that gooey spot deep within you.

“what was that?” he lets out a breathless laugh at how well you squeeze his cock. he pushes your head down onto the mattress, your cheek pressing against the dark sheets. the power you were giving him was addictive, something he never knew he wanted. “cant hear you.”

“since when the hell do you talk so much.” you bark at him. he had always been quiet in class, reserved. the perfect target for you to pick on. never in a million years did you imagine this.

“i guess you just bring it out of me.” his fingers tighten against your hips, using it as leverage to fuck you harder into the bed. his hair curls around his neck, fallen out from the buns he previously had it in.

“lucky me.” you spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every thrust he delivers. watching you turn into a bumbling mess pushed choso closer to the edge, but he needed you to finish first.

he almost doesn’t bother helping you reach yours, but with the way your sweet cries of his name filled his ears, it had him second guessing himself. he wanted to feel your cunt flutter around his cock like the good little slut you are.

“yeah lucky you.” he pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest as he continues to fuck you. “wanna know what the best part is about all of this?”

“what?” you practically whine out at the new position, trying your best to match his pace.

“i lied.” he taunts in your ear, nipping at it. he feels your pace stutter at his confession before picking back up. “i wasn’t a virgin.”

almost to prove his point, he reaches around and effortlessly finds your clit, his fingers deftly playing with the nub. you cry out, cunt squeezing against his cock as you finish around him, calling out his name.

he’s not far behind you, pushing you back down onto the bed and grabbing a hold of your hips, plowing into you for his release. with the way you were still milking him, he gives into the feeling, moaning out as he pushes himself all the way in you and fucking his cum deeper into you with shallow thrusts.

he topples over you, trying to catch his breath as he can hear you doing the same. everything in his mind is a haze right now until he feels you shift.

you squirm out from under him and immediately start picking up your clothes, accidentally knocking the used fleshlight onto the ground. in a haste, you start dressing as choso watches.

“what? don’t wanna stay and cuddle?” he gives you a pleased little smirk, watching as your thighs still shake.

“this isn’t over.” you snap at him. he almost admires how stubborn you are, how competitive you can be. your little game of cat and mouse had officially started, and he was excited to see what was next.

“that a promise?” he tilts his head a little, bangs falling in his face, sticking to his forehead.

“it’s a threat.” you finish dressing, crossing your arms with a slight pout. but he knew you’d be back.

“sure it is. we still have to finish our project so,” he pauses, getting up and walking in front of you, wiping away a bead of sweat that trickled down your face. “same time tomorrow?”

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[kingkatsuki]

— rumours

I missed him a lot. Thank you for always indulging me @katsukikitten

Pairing: Rayne Ames x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, non-consensual filming, voyeurism, perv!Rayne, dry humping, dirty talk, Rayne cums in his pants.

Word Count: 1.7k.

Rayne Ames was never one to believe rumours. 

After all half the ones that he managed to hear in passing were all factually incorrect. Talking about how many bunnies he owned, how many he’d acquired through legitimate means, suggesting that he secretly bred them to make rabbit stew (as if he would ever), fights he’d been in and even suggesting he’d murdered three people (if he had there was no way anyone would find out), and yet he found himself hanging onto this one particular rumour about you. 

The source was already unreliable – Dot Barrett was known to exaggerate everything. And yet when Rayne had heard your name slip from his mouth followed by the insinuation that you enjoyed humping stuffed animals in your free time this was a rumour he was prepared to get behind. 

Ignoring the thought of you using other stuffed toys to get yourself off, thinking of how many other men had gifted you them with this intended purpose, Rayne cornered you one afternoon with a floppy pink plush rabbit that was larger than any he had in his collection. The toy doused in his cologne which if nothing else would leave your bedroom smelling like him as he watched your face light up with joy.

“It’s so big, Rayne.” You’d gasped in surprise when he handed it to you. Trying to subdue the blush that threatened to cast across his cheeks as he pulled his cloak over his crotch to conceal his now ramrod hard cock as it pressed against tight slacks, eager and desperate to be free as he replayed your words in his mind. 

It’s so big, Ranye. No doubt in his mind that he’d be fisting his cock to that later even if the rumours proved to be false. 

“I love him!” You coo, squeezing it tight to your chest which had Rayne jealous of the stuffed toy, his jaw locked in place as he tried to resist the urge to wrap his arms around you himself. 

And not even three hours later, Rayne had found out the truth.

Some may call it magic or perhaps a miracle, but on this occasion Dot Barrett had been right. Pushing thoughts of why exactly he knew this to the side, Rayne held his breath as he watched you hump the soft pink bunny toy he’d bought for you a few hours earlier. And you were even prettier than he could’ve imagined—

Rayne had to bite down on his lower lip to stop himself from groaning out loud, all too aware of the next room full of his superiors. Pressing his back against the cool stone wall as though he was afraid his legs might give way as he watched your body grind against the soft toy. Your breasts were covered in a pretty lace bra, and he could just about make out a pair of matching panties that sat high on your hips at the bottom of the frame as you angled yourself to create the best friction against the soft material. 

It was lewd, lascivious, depraved but he couldn’t find it in himself to look away. 

Your pouty lips practically glistened in the soft light of your bedroom, parted in a near-constant whine that had blood rushing directly to his stiff cock as it pulsed beneath his slacks. Reaching down with his free hand to palm himself he kept his focus on the way you were writhing against the stuffed bunny, trying to mimic your movements as though he was fooling himself that you were here with him— grinding on his lap in the same fashion.

“Oh my god,” You barely whispered beneath your breath as you circled your hips, and yet it was enough to have Rayne groaning out loud, “Feels so good.” 

You’re so beautiful like this, he thinks. Watching the way your chest heaves and your eyelashes flutter whenever your clothed clit catches against the cute bowtie that’s settled around the bunny’s neck, fingers gripping the plush a little harder as you change the angle, panning down slightly to show your crotch and the way your cunt glides against it. He wonders how wet you are right now, squinting as though he can make out the faintest hint of a dark patch against the crotch of your panties. Desperately wishing there was a magic he could use to reach through the camera and touch you, to glide his fingers through your messy folds and feel how wet you were for him— because this was definitely all for him. 

“Fuck,” Rayne curses beneath his breath when a sultry moan tumbles from your lips, spreading your thighs wider to press your cunt down on the toy with more force as the seam began to disappear between your soaked folds. Giving him the perfect view of your labia as he imagined stroking his bulging cockhead through them, nudging your clit before feeling your velvety walls flutter around him. 

“Pretty bunny,” He rasps through clenched teeth, “My pretty bunny—”

His hand isn’t enough, he thinks as he palms himself through his slacks. Trying to wrap his hand around himself through the stiff material as he ruts his hips in time with your movements, feeling his pre-soaking through his boxers and staining the fabric. Wondering whether your slick is leaving silvery lines against the fur of the stuffy, whether he’d be able to smell it on it later— 

God, he hoped you’d keep this stuffy with you in bed. He hoped it would become your favourite out of all the ones you had just so he’d get to see this whenever he pleased. Wondering if you’d sit it up on top of your bed so he could watch you coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel as you smoothed cream into your thighs, or trying to decide what to wear for the day as you pranced around in this same pair of pretty panties. 

“Shit.” He grunted as his balls began to seize, feeling the telltale sign of his impending climax as the coil in his pelvis began to tighten. Tightening his grip around the base of his cock as he tried to will himself to hold on a little longer, teetering on the precipice of his pleasure to wait for you to jump first— 

He could tell you had to be close, your pace began to falter as your hips became sloppy. Dragging yourself over the toy persistently as you focused on your clit, letting go of it in favour of reaching up to palm your tits through the sheer bra as the movement had the camera panning back up to your face. 

You were completely lost in ecstasy now, your lips parted in a constant whine as you rocked against the toy. Mumbling out a slew of inaudible words that he wished he could decipher, risking turning the sound up a bar just to try and make them out before you caught him completely off guard with a whiny, debauched moan that he was terrified was loud enough for the people in the next room to hear. God, Renatus would never let him hear the end of it if he knew—

“Fuck, Rayne.” You cried out, throwing your head back as you found your release. Your vision blurred when your body fell forward, scrambling for purchase as your tongue lolled out from between your pouty lips as your calves tightened around the bunny. Your chest heaved as you gulped in fresh breaths of air as your hips instinctively continued to rock against the toy to ride out your release. 

If his grip hadn’t been so firm on the device, it would’ve clattered to the floor with the shock of his name flowing from your lips in such a saccharine tone. The sound had his cock bucking beneath his pants as he came hard, spilling copious amounts of white hot cum into his boxers as his hips rutted against the air. Seeking out the slightest bit of friction as he rubbed against the zipper to his slacks, his chest heaving as his head knocked back against the cool stone behind him. 

Risking another glance down at the phone to watch as you pulled your panties to the side to look at the mess you’d made between your thighs, muttering out the cutest “fuck” Rayne is certain he’s ever heard as you dragged two manicured fingers through your messy slick, holding it out in front of you as you began to spread your fingers apart as the silvery webs started to split between two digits. It was almost as though you knew he was watching you as you put on an elaborate show for him, giving him the showstopping finale as you reached up to slip those same two fingers into your mouth to clean them off. 

Rayne’s spent cock quivered at the sight, you were already willing him back to life as he pressed a rough palm against it in a feeble attempt to keep it down— but all it ended up doing was causing his soaked boxers to stick to his skin uncomfortably as he tried to shift his hips to ease the sensation. Wishing he was with you, spreading your thighs open as he settled between them to drag the flat of his tongue through your glossy folds, cleaning up every drop of your essence as he pushed the tip of it inside your drooling hole. Hearing you moan and writhe for him instead of the pink bunny stuffy, and letting you ride his face the same way you’d just been riding the toy. He wished he could see the mess you’d left on it, whether you’d do the same to his face, his cock— 

Fuck. He had to calm himself down, he was going to be stuck in the meeting for at least another two hours. Trying his best to fix his dishevelled appearance before resuming his position in the room with the rest of the divine visionaries— hoping that none of them would be able to smell the scent of his spunk practically radiating off him as he tortured himself further by imagining you on your knees cleaning him up. 

Rayne must remember to ask Dot the next time he sees him if perhaps there might be any other rumours he knew about you—

[auragasmics]

WRITHING HEARTS!

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° synopsis! it's marriage for business, pitting you as the engaged bride to one Gojo Satoru, known as a shameless playboy. but when your heart yearns to be with Geto Suguru, the lover behind closed doors, you'll do anything to wind up in his arms!

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° pairings! fem!reader x Geto Suguru

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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° xoxo, chris! sigh, i love this fic </3

A wedding they said, one that would unite the two competing companies into a mass monopoly to control the economic world. You being the poise daughter you were, accepted your parents’ request, relinquishing your chance at finding a pure and true love. It came with not even a bit of resistance, considering that you loved no man except your father.

You even knew the man you’d be wed to within the coming year, one that goes by the name of Gojo Satoru. He was a kind fellow with such charm that any woman could fall for him at the mere wink of his icy blue hues. 

In fact, that’s exactly what he did. What troubled you about the sudden marriage to Gojo was that his reputation was known as a playboy, using women for sexual gratification. It utterly disgusted you, knowing that someone as smug as he would be due to be your groom caused unrest within you. 

When the news had broken on national television, all seemed to be shocked, hailing you as the holy one. You were seen as the one who put an end to Gojo’s promiscuous ways, the photos of you both taking leisure lunches resurfacing from media blogs everywhere. However, that was only a small percent of the truth, something only you kept to yourself.

Those lunches were designed to shield from the public, staging it that you and Goji were such a happy couple. In truth, Gojo’s ways hadn’t changed, only keeping his personal affairs. In the very house purchased for the soon-to-be united by both his and your parents, he brought his mistresses and quick flings to your abode, a separate room reserved for his affairs. 

Even after numerous complaints and teary-eyed woes to your parents, they could not budge. They hated watching as their sweet daughter wailed in agony, sorrow dressing her words in these past few months since announcing the entire ordeal. 

In the darkest hours, that’s when your path just happened to cross with one man in particular, Geto Suguru. Geto was a man of former stature, his family losing their wealth due to extortion charges.

He was left with a small fortune before both his mother and father committed the act of suicide a few days before their prison sentence. From the age of fourteen, Geto was forced to endure the stains left behind by his parents.

He’s been shunned from the corporate world, only being invited to gatherings to dwell in the shadows of those who boasted of their success.

Geto would only linger for a bit before disappearing from sight. He was the biggest mystery, one that had your infatuation written all over it. You were unconsciously embedded in him, the wish to free him from his harrowing loneliness ate at you night and day. It had reached a point where you longer cared for your parents’ wishes, finally placing your desires before their own selfish needs. 

You needed to seek out Geto, for you own sake and at a chance of finally receiving peace of mind. As for how you both met, it was one of sheer coincidence, the both of you entering the lobby of a building your father owned in the city. You were well aware of who he was, his towering physique jutting from the crowd. You couldn’t help but be drawn to him, the rumors and mysteries shroud his name, but not a single person seeking out the answers they desire.

With every step you took towards him, an unsettling coil formed in your belly. Could it have been from the nervous strike attacking your body all of a sudden, or the words from your adolescence that reply at the forefront of your thoughts. A warning from your parents, advising you to stay away from that man, claiming that nothing good ever occurred when involved with him. 

You were refined to believe such an idea, judging the poor man without any pre existing context. You sought to learn the truth of Geto Surguru, especially at the risk of defying your parents. 

Once you had initiated the first words, a bright light was casted onto the darkness that covered Geto’s heart. He clung to you, deeming every intimate moment as rare as the jewels found in caverns. The man became intoxicated with your every fiber, and eventually led to your touch. You both knew it was wrong, but the vines of the budding rose to your romance was something that not even the false engagement to withstand. 

Yet, like the rose, it’s thorn will always come back to prick the one who gave it life, a lesson you would soon learn all too soon. 

“Gojo, could you not flirt while we’re together? It won’t look good for the tabloids,” you suggest, whispering the words of warning along the shell of his ear. He merely shrugs his shoulders, “It’s our engagement party, it’s not my fault there are so many lovely ladies here tonight!” 

You roll your eyes, the veins lining underneath your eye twitching with gall. You had hoped that Gojo would put aside his reprobate methods, even if just for the night.

However, the way he dressed tonight alone told a different story.

He wore a glaucous white silk dress shirt, his chest revealed to the wandering eyes of women who hoped to one day take your place beside him. The black trousers upon his body were tighter than usual, the bulge of his length just teasing the onlookers. His hair was styled neatly, hanging just past his ears with not a strand of the frosted locks out of place. 

Gojo wore a sneering smile, his best accessory by far. You knew that if you even left his side for a second, he’d be out of the room with a woman linked to each arm. Then again, you had nothing tying you to him, the urge to seek out your one true lover hanging above your head similar to the glass chandeliers adorning the ceilings. 

You wore a slim black dress, the neckline ending just below the curve of your ribs. It clung to your figure perfectly, drawing every eye to you. It was a piece that Geto found the most pleasing for the event, his assistance proving itself through all the praise.

Yet, you wished to be with him for the evening, not the snobbish man doomed to marry you within the coming days. It has been almost a year since your engagement to Gojo, but almost a year since meeting Geto. 

“Listen Y/N, you and I aren’t actually married, daring, hell, we can barely tolerate each other. You see, in the public, I’m your loyal husband, changed from his old ways. Yet, in private, I haven’t changed not one bit. I don’t plan to either, I love the way I am. I suggest that you find something that makes you happy too, sweetheart. It’s the only way you’ll survive in this life.” 

You whipped your head away from Gojo, the pestering tone of his suave voice pinched your nerves. Though it was as if the brash message was on demand, the sight of a familiar figure caught your eye, there stood Geto against the door, wearing a black turtleneck with navy blue slacks and a floral patterned suit jacket.

You felt your heart nearly skip a beat, the look of bliss etching onto Geto’s face as he spotted you. You practically ached to join him, your body desperate for the warmth only he could offer. 

Gojo seemed to be interested in socializing, his arm tugging away from the link you both formed an hour prior. He sensed the same urge to leave, to pick his new victim amongst the other beauties. It was only right if you freed him, right?

“Gojo,” you called, “I’ll go get some wine. See you at home later.” 

That was all he needed, ripping away from you to dive headfirst into the bundling crowd. You spun around to face Geto, only to find that he had left his position against the wall. 

A huff seeped from your lips, realizing that it would be near impossible to find a man who wouldn’t allow himself to be found. Gratefully for you, he was already closer than you had expected, just waiting to take you away into his world. 

“Don’t you look absolutely stunning?” A voice hummed, the palm of a large hand slipping along the curve of your shoulder. Just from the subtle peck laid against your skin, you knew who had finally gained their hold of you.

“You know better than to act so boldly like this in public, Geto. I’ll get in so much trouble,” you teased, but you’ve already decided to forego the thought of consequences once the dreamy scent of his cologne flooded your nose.  

“Why, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want the world to know your mine, not that asshole’s.”

Geto slides the pads of his digits down your arm, your skin heating up at his languid touch. You spin around face him properly, a grin gracing both your faces. The urge to kiss Geto ran high, the tension between you both was something that couldn’t be ignored. 

“Can we leave this place? I hate loud parties like these,” you sighed, urging your face near his own.  

“But, it’s your engagement party,” Geto began, “It’d suck to have the bride be missing. Even worse to find her with a man other than her betrothed.”

A shallow pout poked out from your lips, the gloss reflecting the lights from above. “But, I want you, and only you, Geto. Can’t we make that happen?”

From his pocket, Geto pulled out a room key, the silver ridges twinkling before your widening eyes. “It’s the closest we’ll get to having our own space but...it’s better than nothing.”

Without another word, you and Geto took hold of each other’s hand, slipping from the masses and into the darkened hallway of the hotel. You peppered kisses all over his cheeks, the anticipation bubbling within your body. 

In that time that you’ve gotten to know him, Geto was far from all the names and warnings everyone was always so quick to spew. He was kind, gentle with his words and manners. You’ve come to realize that he would never harm a fly, nonetheless, does he live up to a quarter of the rumors surrounding him.

In other words, Geto was the one who had your heart. The marriage would only prove more difficult for the little arrangement you both had. Eventually, the relationship would have to be brought to light, regardless of your attempt to keep it hidden. 

“Are we in the clear?” He whispered, aligning the key with the slot. You nodded, checking the surrounding area for any onlookers for the last time. He pushes the door from its frame, pulling you and himself into the room.

With a slamming shut, you found yourself pinned against the shiny white paint, Geto decorating the pulse of your neck with pecks and bites. Your fingers found way to his hair, the thick ravenous locks latching around your dainty digits, encouraging Geto to proceed with his display of affection.

“I see you’re wearing that dress I like, almost like you wanted to get my attention,” he ventured, pulling away from the freshly laid trail of bites. You bit your bottom lip, the blood rushing to greet each ministration on your skin. It was all too overwhelming, but you fell prey to the amorous aura surrounding Geto, the searing ache amidst your legs leading your every move.

“I have no clue as to what you mean, I just really like the color black against my skin,” you purred, peering up at the impassioned man through your darkened lashes. Geto snaked a hand behind you, his fingers toying with the zipper lining the curve of your spine. With his lips brushing along the shell of your ear, he whispered the teasing words to spur you on.

“If you don’t mind, I happen to love what’s underneath the dress all the more.”

You surround the nape of his neck with your arms, leading Geto into the kiss just waiting on your lips, nodding frantically at his request. Without breaking the kiss, Geto stripped you bare of the silky material, leaving the matching hunter-green bra and thong set to don your body. 

“Aw, no fair. I didn’t wear anything you’d like,” Geto frowned, drawing away from your lips for a moment.

 You trailed your fingers down to the heavy belt buckle at the forefront of his hips, a sly grin creeping onto your lips. “Y’know how much I love those tattoos of yours, that’s all I need.”

Geto chuckled at your words, the pair of you working in tandem until he stood with only his briefs. He took a firm hold around your waist, lifting you from the cold floor. “I missed this, I’ve missed you,” he groaned, his teeth pinching at the supple skin of your breasts. You giggled in response, “It’s only been a few days, I don’t see how you miss me so much.”

Geto placed you onto the bed, the white sheets contorting around you as he planted his hands on either side of your head. “When you’ve been as alone as I have, you’d understand. In all of my twenty-four years, I’ve never been so happy,” he gushed into the crook of your neck. You giggled in response, “I can say the same, I’m so glad to call you mine.” Geto pried away, placing himself above you once again. 

“See, you love me and I sure as hell love you, I’m tired of hiding it. I mean, why can’t everyone know that I’m so much better than that Gojo. Do I have to demonstrate that to confirm my case,” he groaned tirelessly. 

You shook your head, “No, but I have a feeling you’re about to prove it to me.” 

“Damn right I will,” Geto boasted as he sank down to his knees, his face filling the spacer between your legs. He glared up at you, laying a trail of kisses along the plush of your inner thigh.

“I’ll prove it to you and I’ll do it well,” he quipped, the animalistic tone intertwined with each word. He hooked onto the sides of your panties, sliding the soaked cloth down your legs and away from sight. The calloused palm of Geto’s hand pressed into your stomach, pinning you down to the bed without choice. 

“Stay there for me, won’t you? I just wanna make this pretty pussy of mine happy,” Geto quipped, his lips placing a soft kiss onto the folds of your puffy cunt. You nod in agreement, all tension melting away from his touch. 

With the pad of his thumb, geto parted the lips of your cunt, the viscid mess of slick glimmering in his eyes. He was quick to attach his mouth to you, the flat of his tongue collecting every drop hungrily. 

A sharp gasp flooded your lungs, your back arching beneath him. There was something in Geto that seemed to have your body just fold at his command. In everything he did, he approached it with benign care. He knew every curve, nerve, and crevice of your body, each arc of your curling silhouette accepting him willingly. 

The earthy brown hues of Geto’s eyes were no longer in view, looking back to his head as he continued to immerse himself in your flavor. He rolled docile circles into your clit, a hum of praise vibrating from his throat. 

“Holy—don’t stop, Geto,” you mewed, biting back the moans that sought to fill the walls of the room. 

You sensed a nod of compliance from him, Geto suckling the pearl between his swollen lips. The heavy pool of nerves churning at the pit of your stomach surfaced, limbs stiffening at once. Your vision grew burry, the patches of white light piercing through.

His hands latched onto your wrist, guiding your own hands into the thick strands of his hair. Geto loved whenever you raked through his locks, tugging at the roots whenever the pleasure pooled over the limits you could handle. 

You began to tremble, your legs seeking something to grasp. Geto took notice, the robust strength of his arms clasping the underside of your thigh, He led your legs to drip across onto his broad shoulders, your thighs nuzzling Geto deeper towards you. A rush of thrill sped through his veins, Geto watching his efforts pay off with such pride. 

A harsh arch carved itself into your spine, your walls coming to a steel grip of nothingness as you release the woes of the day all onto Geto’s awaiting tongue. A groan emitted from his throat, the whites of his eyes reverting to the forefront of his visage.  

“Fuck, give it all to me,” he moaned, desperately dragging his tongue across your spasming clit. You rocked your hips against Geto’s slicked muscle, riding out the fleeting moments of your high. Your head tossed back with a final cry, Geto’s name singing from your lips.

He could only chuckle at your state, the pride brewing in his heaving chest. “See, I know Gojo can’t do that, even if he tried,” he jeered, pulling away from you. Geto stood from the ground, a visible spot of precum soaking through his briefs. You reached out to tug at the elastic waistband but Geto tacked your hand down on your stomach, hovering above you.

“Just spread those legs for me, and I’ll take even better care of you,” he hummed, sliding the tips of his fingers to squeeze at the underside of your thigh. You found yourself in the center of the bed, legs pressed into your chest. Geto was swift to strip from his briefs, standing before with eight inches to fill you with, his cock so heavy with the need for relief that it stood upright with no aid, the plushy pink crown of his length just riddled with thick streams of precum drooling from the slit. 

Geto held the base of his dick, gently nudging at your entrance. He studied at how the whole mass of his tip slid inside you, an enticing gasp following suit. 

“Don’t look at anything but me,” he hissed, Geto’s cheeks stricken with heat. He relished in the way you squeezed around him, your walks never fully being able to contort to his size. He would always give you a few minutes filled with kisses and words of encouragement until you adjusted around him, Geto giving you the slowest of thrusts to begin.

 “You’re doing so good, baby, just a little bit more,” he comforted, Geto’s hips driving a bit deeper. You rested your hands atop his broad shoulders, sliding down the expanse of his chest, admiring the way the sleeves of Geto’s tattoos complemented his body’s physique.

With such a strong build of muscles shaping his arms and the cuts of his hardened abdomen, even the patterns of ink that adorned his being were enough to make anyone squirm at a glance.

You were just lucky that person was you.

You eventually found your way to his waist, his hips rutting into you effortlessly. You pulled Geto into you, trapping him in with your legs around his waist. He took in a heavy intake of air, the hull of his chest expanding in compensation. 

“That’s new, something you wanna tell me?” He whispered teasingly. You bit back the onslaught of moans, the want to form an actual sentence gaining the upper hand. 

“Just want y-you closer,” you whined, the girth of Geto’s cock dragging against your walls at a sluggish pace. He stood still for a moment, staring down at you. 

“I’m not going anywhere, promise,” he cooed, pressing a kiss onto your perspired forehead. Geto slid his arm underneath your back, closing the gap between you both. He drew himself from your heat, a spew of curses leaving from his parted mouth. You had no clue as to what Geto had in mind but you knew he was far from done.

“I’ve been dying to have you ride me again, it’s practically all I think about these days,” Geto cooed as he crawled to the top of the bed, his back flush against the wooden headboard. 

You followed behind him, your arms encircling his neck. “Have you now? Is that all you think about?” You grinned, allowing for your legs to plant themselves on either side of Geto. 

“Of course not, but I love it when you do,” he beamed, his hands settling upon the curve of your ass. He kneaded the soft flesh in the palm of your hands, your body jolting in response. 

“Shh, save those chills for when you finally cum, it's a sight that I get to savor all to myself.” 

Geto snaked a hand between your bodies to brace his twitching cock towards crooned as he your entrance. You slid down his shaft with ease, your walls encasing his length snuggly. You lifted your hips, earning a seething hiss from Geto, the pressure already rendering him weak. 

“Why I barely did anything, don’t tell me you’re close already,” you taunted, carding through his locks that dared to cover an ounce of Geto’s lewd look of pleasure.

“Hell no, I just get a little excited, you know that.” 

You swiveled your hips against him, taking Geto in deeper until you felt satisfied to ruin the man beneath you. You couldn’t ignore the knot in your stomach, growing tighter with every rise and fall of your hips onto the unalloyed mass of Geto’s thighs. I

t was hard work to bring that prickling rush of ecstasy among Geto, but it was worth it all, the way he’d become drunk off you. His speech, his thoughts, and even the way he’d latch onto your ass to fondle at the mound of flesh all belonged to you, something that brought you more pride than your own family name.

Heavy pants of need leave from Geto’s strained throat, louder than the pornographic rings of skin crashing against another. You painted kisses and nips onto the velvety skin of his chest all the way up to his lips. 

Geto was sensitive, to say the least, between the deepening strides of your hips, the plush of your lips dancing against his own, and your pretty voice singing his name at the top of your lungs were all the ingredients for a disaster in the making. 

“Princess, how do you think Gojo would react if he found out that a degenerate like me fucked a beautiful little baby into his fiance?” Geto pondered between weak bucks into you, trying to gain back some type of control. 

You struggled for a moment, gathering the words around the mushed thoughts of your mind. “H-He wouldn’t care,” you mewled, using the fleeting bits of your energy to clamp down around Geto. 

“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear,” he moaned, tossing his head back as he came undone, the thick ropes of cum flooding your womb. You released a squeal of glee at the feeling, the sensation being one for the books. 

As you both came down from the high, Geto pulled you into his chest, the expanse of his pecs rising and falling at a staggering pace. “Fuck, you’re so good to me, Y/N.” Geto huffed, nuzzling a kiss onto your parted lips. You remained perched on his lap, back arching into his smothering hold. 

“I love you so much, Geto,” you whimpered, rocking along the thick length still plunged inside you.

“I love you beyond words. I hope that one day soon I’ll be able to m–” he began, only to find his impending sentence being interrupted. 

The sounds of voices rang from behind the door, the clicks of locks echoing around the room. You and Geto had no time to react, only facing who could possibly disrupt the intimate moment. 

“…and I said, "No, who the hell wants chiffon mixing with spandex?" designers are so stupid these days–Oh my! What have we here?!” The voice barreled out, the steps coming to a sudden halt. You shifted around on Geto’s lap, facing the onlooker head-on. 

“Hello…Gojo…” you grinned, staring back at the man, who just happened to have two women strung along with him. You couldn’t find it in you to feel even the slightest bit embarrassed if anything…it felt good to watch Gojo have the dumbest shock displayed on his face.

Geto didn’t budge either, his lips clinging to the corners of your malicious smile. “There seemed to have been a room mix-up��I’ll be on my way then,” he croaked, Gojo’s eyes still pinned on the scene before him.

You and Geto exchanged a quick glance, one filled with disinterest. It also seemed as if Gojo was hurt, hurt to find that his sweet soon-to-be wife had a filthy secret of her own. What a beautiful concept double standard can be, something that can be forgotten once it is done to the doer. 

You turned to Gojo, looking him dead on with an expression of apathy.

“You do that then.”

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Friday Night Entertainment (+18)

Time written- 11:05 p.m

Jason Todd/fem!reader smut

“C’mon pretty girl, jus’ like that.”

His rich, gravely voice always provided the proper encouragement, surging with pure arousal as his broad hands settled along your hips. His gaze remained ever so mesmerized with your beautiful, bouncing body, the loud contact of your thighs against his, amplified by your glistening juices after properly fucking orgasm after orgasm out of you.

You were a sight to the man slumped back against the cushions of his couch. Sweat dampened curls merely obscuring his vision of your lust dappled skin, love bites crowding your flush skin like an exotic choker.

Crescent moons along your hips from his hands alone, not to get him started with various hand prints. The view of those gorgeous, bouncing tits made it harder for Jason to resist, suckling a breast into his mouth as your lingering strength wavered, resorting you to merely rocking against his lap.

You were tired, well fucked out since the second he pulled you on top of the couch. The man couldn’t have bothered less to get his own pants off, merely unbuckling himself with a quick hand before smacking the tip of his fat, heavy cock against your quivering cunt.

At the start, the living room was filled with a chorus of loud moans, followed by a seemingly endless Clink! Clink! Clink! of his belt buckle with every thrust into your perfect pussy.

Now, your chest flattened against his, your lungs gasping for warm air as Jason’s hand reached down your body, guiding his stiff, soaked cock from your hole to rub against your folds. The groove of his tip nearly teasing your throbbing clit with each intentional rock of his hips.

“I know, baby. Oh, I know,” he cooes against your quivering lips before kissing them, noses brushing against one another while spending a second taking your bottom lip in between his teeth.

Your muscles ached for rest, trembling with nearly every few seconds after finishing three times, to Jason’s delight. How he was able to hold out so long was incredible, watching you writhe through thick lashes as you completely soak through the fabric of his boxers and jeans, but he knew he wasn’t going to last forever.

On a good night, he would’ve last just a bit longer, but now, he was tempted enough to almost go easy on you.

“Just one more,” Jason mutters, making the effort to maintain your gaze with a slight head tilt. “Come on, repeat after me. Just one more.”

“Just—“

You failed on the spot with a quivering cry, hips nearly jolting at his unsuspecting fingers pressed against your abused nub, purposely rolling the pearl along the calloused pad of his thumb before casually raising it to his lips, brushing off your sweet essence along his tongue.

“I’m waiting.” He states. What a bastard.

“Just one more!” You immediately whine out, your overstimulated embers growing a new, small hungry frame only he could appease and satisfy.

“Fuck, Jason. Just- just one more… please.”

Oh, you just had to throw in a please.

“That’s my girl,” Jason smirks, shifting his thighs slightly before reinforcing his hold on your hips, the sounds of wet skin resounding against each other growing considerably loud in seconds, fucking into you with a newfound, vigorous staccato.

[rootedinrevisions]

Kinktober 2024: Day 6

SUMMARY: Waking up to the warmth of Bradley Bradshaw between your legs is hardly how you imagined starting your morning—but when your Navy aviator boyfriend decides he can’t resist the sight of you in nothing but his shirt, all bets are off. As desire and playful teasing blend, Bradley shows just how much control he has over your body, bringing your dream to life in the most tantalizing way.

PROMPT: "You just look so good when you wear my shirt."

KINK: Somnophilia

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT. (Sex Dreams, Oral: Female Receiving)

WORD COUNT: 861

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have recently discovered a love for Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and will be writing some more things with him and include him in some of the Kinktober prompts that I'm working on.

If you would like to be added to any of my Tag Lists please feel free to comment, send an ask, or send a DM and I'll be happy to get you added! (I currently have one for Glen Powell & His Characters, One for Bradley/Rooster now, and then a third for WWE/Wrestling. I also can create one for Bucky & other MCU characters if there's interest for more of those characters!)

The soft morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the room. Bradley stirred beside you, his hand lazily resting on your hip, fingers brushing against the hem of his old Navy t-shirt that you’d fallen asleep in last night.

The sight of you wrapped up in his clothes made his heart swell with affection. You looked so peaceful, your breath slow and steady, your body curling into his as if you were made to fit together. But as his gaze traveled lower, where the fabric of the shirt had ridden up to expose your bare skin, a different kind of heat started to simmer inside him.

He let out a quiet sigh, leaning down with the intent of leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before slipping out of bed.

But then he heard it—soft, breathy, almost imperceptible moan.

Another small sound escaped your lips, a whimper that sent a rush of realization through him.

You were dreaming, and not just any dream.

His eyes darkened with a mix of amusement and desire. You let out another soft, needy sound, and his hand moved, slowly tracing along your thigh, testing how deeply asleep you were.

When you didn’t stir, Bradley’s smirk deepened. He knew he should let you rest, but the temptation was too strong. He couldn’t resist.

Without a second thought, he shifted his position beneath the sheets, carefully easing your legs apart. His lips ghosted over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, planting featherlight kisses as he inched closer to where you needed him most. His touch was deliberate, teasing, as his mouth hovered just over your core. The heat of his breath made you twitch in your sleep, but you didn’t wake. Not yet.

Bradley’s tongue darted out, tasting you softly, watching with satisfaction as your body responded instantly, a breathy moan slipping from your lips. He continued, each flick of his tongue more deliberate, more intense, as he felt you starting to writhe beneath him.

You were so close now, teetering on the edge. Your back arched slightly off the bed, your breathing ragged and desperate as you reached toward that peak. The tension built inside you, your body on the verge of release—

And then your eyes fluttered open.

Your mind was foggy, still caught somewhere between the dream and reality, but as you blinked into the morning light, you quickly realized what was happening.

Bradley’s broad shoulders were nestled between your legs, his mouth hot and relentless against you. Your breath hitched, a gasp escaping your lips as you tried to make sense of it all.

“Bradley?” Your voice was shaky, barely above a whisper.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, that familiar, wicked grin already curling across his lips as he paused for just a moment, his fingers gently caressing your thighs. “You just look so good when you wear my shirt,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I couldn’t help myself.”

You were about to respond, but any words you might have said were lost when he dipped his head back down, his mouth finding you again with renewed intensity. The sensation was overwhelming, and your body responded instinctively, hips bucking up against him as he pushed you toward the brink once more.

"Bradley..." you gasped, your fingers tangling in the sheets as you felt the tight coil inside you snap, your climax crashing over you in waves.

Your moans filled the room, and Bradley didn’t stop until he was sure you’d ridden out every last second of pleasure. He slowed, his touch gentle as you came down, trembling beneath him.

Finally, he slid back up the bed, his body warm and solid as he pressed himself against you, hovering above with a proud grin on his face.

“Morning, sunshine,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you softly, his lips tasting faintly of you. “Sweet dreams?”

Your chest was still heaving, trying to catch your breath. “What... what was that?”

Bradley chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your flushed face. “Just couldn’t resist,” he said, his hand trailing down your side before resting on your waist. “You were making these little noises in your sleep. I figured, why not help you finish the dream?”

You let out a breathless laugh, still a little dazed but feeling the warmth of his body pressing into yours. “Next time, maybe wake me up before you—”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Bradley interrupted, his lips brushing against your ear, teasing as always.

His fingers played with the hem of the t-shirt, tugging it upward just enough to expose more of your skin. “Besides, you look so damn good like this. How could I not?"

You rolled your eyes, but the smile that tugged at your lips gave you away. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, pulling him down for another slow, lingering kiss. “Guess I can’t complain,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his as your heart rate finally started to slow.

Bradley chuckled softly, pressing his forehead against yours as his arms tightened around you. “Definitely not.”

[gojossocks]

Ex to FWB! Gojo

Ex to FWB! Gojo x Reader content: angst, hurt/comfort, smut

I LOVE A YEARNING SATORU SO MUCH

Ex to FWB! Gojo who broke up with you out of the blue after a 3 year relationship with you without ever telling you why. He just told you that he lost the spark and he simply grew out of the relationship. He didn’t bother coming to get his things and just disappeared out of your life completely. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo who you saw after a year of no contact in a house party. He’s still as handsome as ever and he went over to you as if you didn’t go through a shitty break up. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo who had this elaborate plan to win you back but only let out a shaky sigh when he’s face to face with you. He misses you, he realizes— so much so that he feels as though he would combust if he doesn’t hold you right now and he wonders how he could endure an entire year without being by your side, without meaning something to you other than the jerk who broke your heart. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo got desperate when you seem to be uninterested with whatever he has to say so he asked you to be fwb with him instead. 

“use me, then.” His words sounded so weirdly nonchalant but you could see the desperation in his eyes as he looked at you with so much intensity. 

and how could you resist him when he’s practically right where you imagine him to be? pleading so much that you’re sure that he’ll beg on his knees if you asked him to. So for your own self-satisfaction you said yes, and his face beamed so bright that it reminded you of the complex history you had with him you desperately try to unrecall. 

So you laid out the rules, He’s not allowed to kiss you during sex, hold you afterwards, or even make a genuine connection during the time you’re hooking up, then lastly, both of you are allowed to date whoever and the arrangement wouldn’t continue anymore if any.

He scoffed when you told him the rules but you noticed the way he looked so nervous under the flashing lights.

Ex to FWB! Gojo who kisses you like he needs you to breathe, slipping his tongue when your mouth slightly parted, groaning when he finally gets to taste you. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo died and almost went to heaven (cum in his pants)  when you breathily whispered his name—”Satoru”,  for the first time since he broke up with you. He had to teleport the both of you to his bedroom before he rips your dress off for everyone to see. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo holds your hand while he’s fucking you, the other wandering your body until it reaches your clit, drawing fast  harsh circles until it has you writhing underneath him. He remembers your body too well, even more than you do. He buries his face in the crook of your neck to prevent himself from kissing you. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo who fucks you like there’s no tomorrow, pounding into you harshly that you couldn’t even think anymore. He got you so cockdrunk that the only word you remember is his name. It doesn’t even register to you when the bed frame breaks.

Ex to FWB! Gojo who desperately wants to kiss you but bites your neck instead when he cums deep inside you. He doesn’t stop thrusting even when you’ve both already came because he wanted a few more minutes to cage you in his arms because it’s the only time he only gets to do it. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo felt disappointed when you left after the two of you fucked. He feels a hole punctured in his chest after you left him alone in his own apartment, he didn’t get to sleep that night. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo getting frustrated when you’re adamant to follow the rules you made after 2 months of fucking. Each time he tries to make his actions genuine, you ask him to go faster and be rougher with you. He thought that little ‘act’ of yours is just a front to make him win you back but he soon realizes that you were being serious and you’re really only using him for your own sexual pleasure— all because he’s good in bed and he knows your body well. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo fakes his sleep to see what you’re going to do with him—if you’re going to run your hands through his hair, caress his cheek, kiss his forehead or speak to him when you think he’s asleep. Those little things that he took for granted during the course of your relationship that he misses so much. Instead, you get dressed and leave. The hole in his chest expanded tenfold after that. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo who ‘coincidentally’  shows up near your apartment or the place where you work, claiming that he just happened to hang near where you’re at. He attempts to talk to you only to be met by subtle rejections and your fake excuses to go somewhere else. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo who finally realizes the damage he has done with your relationship and how good he had it with you. He regrets not talking things out with you and leaving you without explaining the truth, that really, he’s just scared that he wouldn’t know what he’d do if he loses you because of the nature of his work or you realize that you deserve someone better than him.

Ex to FWB! Gojo who misses it when you used to look at him with soft, loving eyes. Not the one driven out of primal need and lust you always give him before the two of you fuck. He loves the scratches you give down his back, he thinks it’s a tangible proof that he still somehow has a hold on you and you’re still not completely out of his life, at least not yet.  He wishes he could just show you how much he’s in love with you still— if only you’d let him. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo who jokes about you staying the night, coaxing you to agree with him to just sleep in his place because your apartment is far away, you’re tired, and you have work tomorrow. Not because he wants more of you. (his whole being is shaking with need) 

Ex to FWB! Gojo yearns for you so much that he couldn’t hide his despondent face anymore when you rejected his attempt to ask you out to stay over for the third time.

Ex to FWB! Gojo who heard from your mutual best friend, Shoko,  that you’re going on a blind date next week and that you’re planning to break up the arrangement that week too. 

Ex to FWB! Gojo who wishes you would give him a chance to explain everything, to win you back and allow him in your life again.

[velarisdusk]

Fallen Grace

Day 11: Degradation | Eris x Reader word count: 1.6k author’s note: idc what anyone says, yall will have to pry hardcore bdsm eris out of my cold, dead hands. i wholeheartedly believe that he is perverted and depraved and sick and so you will read this and you will believe it as well ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

Your body trembled. Knees burning, your muscles screamed for relief, but you didn’t dare shift an inch, not with the way Eris’ fiery eyes were fixed on you, full of contempt.

His grip on your hair tightened until the roots burned, yanking your head back until you could do nothing but stare up at him, the muscles in your neck straining from the angle. The sting traveled down your neck, sharp and hot, but you didn’t resist. You couldn’t. His smirk twisted, more venomous than any words he could offer.

“I want you to see how fucking worthless you look right now.” His voice was low, mocking, as he forced your gaze to the large floor-length mirror behind him. “Look at yourself. Look at the pathetic slut on her knees for me.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and the shame settled deep into your bones, hating how your body responded — your thighs squeezing together, slick with need. But the shame only fueled your arousal. It always did. Heat flooded your cheeks as you knelt there, completely exposed, completely at his mercy. The shame clung to you like a second skin, your body betraying you with how much you needed this — how much you needed him to tear you apart.

“You're disgusting," he spat, his voice dripping with loathing as he took in the sight of you, splayed out and trembling in front of him. “Nothing but a whore who gets off on being degraded. You think I don’t see it? The way you get wetter the filthier I talk to you? The dirtier I treat you?”

Eris laughed, a harsh, cold sound. "You’re nothing,” he snarled, his voice low, almost a growl. “A worthless, filthy whore that gets off on being treated like trash. Look at you—look.” His boot came down on your chest, shoving you back hard, the air rushing from your lungs as you sprawled out beneath him, utterly exposed. “You disgust me.”

His boot dragged down the center of your chest, and you flinched at the pressure, at the cold, uncaring way he used his foot to trace your body. When it reached the inside of your thigh, he paused, applying just enough pressure to make you wince. “Look at you,” he sneered. “Spread out like the cheap little slut you are. You’d take anything I give you, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. But it wasn’t enough for him.

“Answer me, slut,” he snapped, his boot digging into your skin harder, making you cry out.

“Yes," you gasped, your voice weak, broken. “I’d take anything you give me.”

He hummed, pleased, though his eyes flashed with cruelty. “Good. You’ll get exactly what I decide you’re worth.” He dragged his boot down lower, pressing it against your soaked core, moving it back and forth with humiliating slowness. “And this is all you’re worth. The sole of my fucking boot.”

Your body trembled uncontrollably, the pressure igniting your nerves with a humiliating surge of arousal, but you didn’t dare move, didn’t dare do anything except writhe beneath him, desperate for even this.

Eris watched you squirm beneath him, his boot still pushing against you, a twisted grin curling his lips. “Pathetic,” he murmured. “Look at how you’re writhing for me—like a bitch in heat. Is this really all it takes to make you this desperate? A boot between your legs?”

He pushed down harder, and you moaned, your hips involuntarily lifting to meet the pressure. Eris laughed, the sound cruel and full of disdain. “You’d hump my boot like the desperate little whore you are, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, unable to stop yourself, your mind fogged with shame and lust.

“Then do it.” His voice was sharp, commanding. “Show me what a pathetic slut you are. Fucking grind on it.”

Heat rushed to your face, but you obeyed, your hips rolling against his boot as he pressed down harder. It was filthy, degrading, and humiliating beyond belief—but it didn’t matter. You were soaked, your body desperate for any kind of release, no matter how depraved.

Eris watched with cold, amused eyes, the flames flickering in his gaze as you debased yourself for him. “Look at you,” he drawled, shaking his head. “Rubbing yourself on my boot like a common whore. Is this what you want? Is this how low you’ve sunk?”

You whimpered again, the pleasure building in your core, your hips moving faster despite the shame curling in your chest. You hated how much you needed this. Hated how much you needed him to degrade you.

“You’re disgusting,” he spat, though there was a spark of excitement in his eyes now, a gleam that said he was enjoying your humiliation just as much as you were. “A filthy little slut with no dignity left. I bet you’d thank me for even this, wouldn’t you? For letting you debase yourself like this.”

You moaned in response, hips still grinding against the rough leather of his boot, chasing the release you knew he’d deny you if he wanted.

“I said, wouldn’t you?” His boot lifted from your core and smashed down on your stomach, pushing the air from your lungs as you gasped.

“Yes, yes — thank you!” you cried, your voice high and broken, desperate. “Thank you, Eris. Thank you.”

His grin was vicious, triumphant. “Good girl,” he murmured, stepping back and letting you catch your breath, though his gaze never softened. “You’ll thank me for everything I do to you tonight, won’t you?”

You nodded, trembling, your body aching for more, despite the shame eating at your insides.

Eris let out a sharp laugh, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “That’s right,” he said, his voice softening into something more dangerous. “You’re nothing but a desperate little whore, aren’t you? Needing me to tell you how pathetic you are… Get on all fours.”

Your body moved on instinct, shaking as you obeyed, your hands pressing into the cold stone beneath you. The humiliation burned through you, but so did the desire. You hated how much his cruel words only made you wetter. 

Eris knelt behind you, and you could feel the heat of his body, his breath ghosting over your exposed skin. “Do you think you deserve to be touched?” he murmured, his hand hovering just above your back, so close but not close enough. “You think I’d waste my time on a worthless slut like you?”

Your lips parted, a desperate whimper escaping. “No…” you whispered, shaking your head as shame flooded your chest. “Exactly,” he hissed. “You don’t deserve it.” His hand came down hard on your ass, the sharp sting of the slap making you gasp. “But you’ll take what I give you, won’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely audible.

His laugh was low and mocking, and you could feel him staring at you, drinking in the sight of you on all fours, broken and needy. He wasn’t going to touch you, not yet. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted.

“Crawl,” he ordered, the command like a whip crack through the room. “Crawl across the floor like the little slut you are.”

Humiliation crashed over you like a wave, but you obeyed, your hands and knees moving across the cold stone, each movement driving your face lower into the ground. Eris followed behind you, his footsteps slow and deliberate, watching every pitiful motion you made.

“You look pathetic,” he said, the disgust thick in his voice. “A needy, desperate whore crawling for me. This is where you belong, beneath me, on your knees. No one would ever want you for anything else.”

You bit your lip, struggling to hold back a whimper as your body burned with both shame and desire. Your thighs were trembling, your core aching, but you knew you wouldn’t get the release you craved — not until he decided you were worthy of it.

“Stop,” Eris commanded, his boot tapping against your thigh as he stepped in front of you again. “Look at me.”

You lifted your gaze slowly, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes met his. The fire in his eyes burned with something cruel, something dark.

“Thank me,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “For letting you crawl like the whore you are.”

“Thank you, Eris” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Eris’ smirk widened, his hand wrapping around your throat as he forced your head up, making you meet his gaze again. “Louder,” he demanded, his grip tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. “I want to hear you beg for more.”

“Thank you,” you gasped, louder this time, your voice trembling. “Please… please give me more.”

His eyes glittered with satisfaction as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. “I’ll give you exactly what you deserve,” he murmured, his hand sliding down your throat, brushing over your chest. Without ever breaking eye contact, he raised a hand and delivered a sharp, stinging slap. The sudden pain was as unexpected as it was biting, a harsh punctuation to his words.  “And nothing more.”

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[wanderingxiao]

BEOO PLSS WANDERER FACESITTING READER IM GOING INSANE

Overstimulating Him

Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), ass eating, Fem! Dom, Subby Wanderer, he’s practically a slut, cursing, and ya know… 18+ only!

A/N: A couple people actually requested a part two to Wanderer’s thigh appreciation post 👀 Well! Here it is! Having Wanderer plant his lovely non-existent butt on your face! I mean… he can always sit on my face too 💙 enjoy!

Wanderer’s thighs trembled harshly beside your head, the heat of his face feeling as if he was about to burst into flames. The entirety of his face was flushed in embarrassment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the soft silk of his indigo bangs sticking to his skin from the precipitate. His lips parted slowly, a shaky sigh leaving his artificial lungs when he felt your warm breath fan over the flesh of his ass.

“Just… g-get on with it, pest…” Your hand came to smack his ass, making his hips jerk forward, moaning at the sting against his butt. His twitching, oozing cock bumped against your face, making you laugh at such a lewd display from the ever so stoic and lonely Wanderer. “Last I checked… you weren’t the one in control here, Wanderer. Now be a good boy, and plant this lovely ass in my face. Now.”

This was so humiliating, but god was it a turn on. His thighs were already littered with your love bites, his cock twitching and shiny with your saliva from the generous blowjob you had given him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his bottom to your face, his body shuddering when your hands came to grab at his ass. He could feel you spreading his ass apart, blowing teasingly on his tight hole of muscle.

“St-Stop teasing!” His thighs got tighter around your head, his body becoming resistant to the idea of your tongue inside him. His eyes snapped open feeling the flat of your tongue circle his tight hole, his hands flying to your hair to grip it. His body hunched over you, thighs squeezing your head harshly while his breathing became sharp and ragged. “W-Wait- Hah?!”

Your tongue flicked back and forth over his hole, running teasing circles, your hands beginning to knead his asscheeks in your hands. Wanderer let out a shaky moan, his chest becoming tight with how hard his breathing had gotten. His anxiety was beginning to reach all new highs. How could you do something like this? Wasn’t this what humans consider unsanitary? Was it okay since he was an artificial being? A puppet?

His thoughts were cut off as his back arched with a loud cry coming from his wet mouth. Saliva pooled within his mouth, drool beginning to build against his lips threatening to slip down his chin. Your tongue entered him, feeling the ridges and curls of his insides. The feeling drove the divine puppet crazy. It was so warm, it was almost as addicting as having your tongue swirl around his cock.

“A-Ahh, f-feels good… k-keep going…” His body began to relax slowly, his scrumptiously plush thighs coming to settle beside your head again. He could feel a gaze stuck on him, but he was too scared to look down at you. The way you would make eye contact with him, his dripping cock between your eyes with his balls resting against your nose. “N-No… don’t look at me, hah, don’t l-look at me, ngh!”

You didn’t respond to him, only deciding to thrust your tongue in and out of his hole, making him twitch and writhe above you. Drool finally dribbled down his chin, his adam’s apple bobbing thickly as he tried to swallow all the saliva building within his mouth. His fingers curled in your hair, pulling slightly to have a feeling of support.

Wanderer couldn’t help but begin to buck his hips against your face, his body succumbing to the pleasure. Any anxiety or insecurities about the act disappearing at the feeling of hot pleasure washing over his body. Sensing he was beginning to enjoy it a bit too much, you pulled your tongue out and teased your fingers against him.

“H-Hey! What do you think you’re- Ahh?! Hah~…” You slipped one of your fingers inside him, moving it slowly to look up at his expressions. God did he look like such a whore, sitting there and moaning while his cute little ass was teased and tongue fucked. “You’re a slut you know that, Wanderer? You’re so weak to pleasure… it surprises me you’re not out here throwing yourself at everyone.”

“Shut it!” He snapped, his eyes finally casting down to look at your face. His chest began to feel tight at the sight of affection and adoration written on your face. Despite your words, you only wanted Wanderer to yourself. His cheeks burned brighter, his eyes tearing away from yours to moan loudly when a second finger entered him. “P-Pest! I-I hate you!”

“Mhm, sure you do baby.” You grinned, peppering kisses over his taint and up to his bslls where your tongue curled around his scrotum. His body twitched, pre-cum dripping onto your forehead and into your hair as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth to suck while you fingered him. His moans increased, his fingers pulling on your hair while his thighs began to crush your head again. “Wait! Wait!!! It’s t-too mu- Hah! Ahhh! Can’t- ngh! Can’t take it! T-Too- hah! -sensitive! I can’t! I’m cu- ugh! Cumming! Cumming!”

You pushed your fingers deeper inside him, spurred on by his frantic movements and his loud uncontainable moans. He couldn’t even get a sentence out at this point. His chest was heaving, if he were human he would’ve hyperventilated by this point. He couldn’t control the feeling of intense sensitivity and bliss. He was utterly overwhelmed.

“Hah! Ahh! Ahh! No! Stop! Hah, hah! Ahhnn!!” Wanderer came with a loud moan, his hips bucking against your face, feeling the friction of your fingers deep inside him and your mouth sucking against his balls so blissfully. His cum spurted into your hair, coating the once silky strands with his dirty release. After he came down from his high, he shakily fell beside you, his legs now wobbly from the mind-numbing orgasm. “Cant… do… a-anymore.”

“Shh, hush baby.” You groaned softly, pushing your hair back and coming to kiss his sweaty forehead. Wanderer let out a trembly sigh at your affection and leaned against your chest, relishing in the soft plushness of your breasts and the welcoming feeling of your body heat. “You did so good. Good job baby.” Your fingers threaded through hair soothingly, calming down his overstimulated body to relax in your touch.

“Rest for now. Cause later…” You lifted his chin and kissed his lips. “I’ll claim you for real down there~”

Tbh… slutty subby Wanderer is fucking hot. 💙

[pucksandpower]

I just read No Nut November (absolutely fantastic btw I loved it) and I was so ready during the seduction moment for y/n to use Lando to get off and then deny him anything further "because you don't want to lose your bet" 😂😂

I love you so much for sharing this amazing idea with me (and I couldn’t resist writing an alternate version of that scene based on it)

Original fic: No Nut November

warning: 18+ content

Lando kicks the bedroom door shut behind you as his lips meet yours again hungrily. All thoughts of No Nut November are clearly out the window now.

Your hands fumble urgently with the hem of his shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug it over his head. He returns the favor, peeling off your top and bra in one smooth motion.

Skin pressing against skin, you both groan at the contact you’ve been craving. Lando’s hands grip your hips, steering you toward the bed until the back of your legs hit the mattress. You let yourself fall backward, pulling him down on top of you.

Your lips find each other again as your hands explore eagerly. Lando kisses down your jaw to your neck, nipping and sucking in a way that makes you squirm against him.

“God I’ve missed this,” you breathe out as his fingers trail over your breast.

He hums in agreement, his touch lighting sparks across your skin. Your back arches off the bed as his mouth closes over your nipple.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you guide him lower, gasping when his lips reach the waistband of your leggings. He looks up at you questioningly and you nod eagerly.

In one smooth motion he tugs them off, followed swiftly by your underwear. You’re completely bare before him now and trembling in anticipation.

Lando’s eyes drink you in hungrily. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he growls before diving in.

You cry out as his tongue finds your clit, gripping the sheets tightly. He works you expertly, ramping up the pressure until you are writhing and moaning. Your orgasm builds fast and hard, his name tumbling from your lips.

“Yes, yes Lando! Don’t stop!” You pant out. Your climax crashes over you powerfully, stars bursting behind your eyelids.

Lando works you through it gently before moving back up to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes you impossibly more turned on.

As you come down from your high, you move back down his body with a wicked gleam in your eye. His briefs are obscenely tented now and you stroke him firmly over the cotton, making him groan loudly.

Breaking the kiss, you flip him onto his back. “Your turn now,” you purr, kissing a trail down his chest.

Lando groans, tangling a hand in your hair. “God yes, please ...” He’s rock hard and straining against the fabric keeping him restricted.

Hooking your fingers in his waistband, you free his erection, licking your lips at the sight. “Mmm, look at you all ready for me,” you hum approvingly.

You swirl your tongue around his tip as Lando gasps and clenches the sheets. Taking him into your mouth, you set a fast pace, sucking hard.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Lando chokes out, completely unravelling under your ministrations. You feel a surge of power knowing you have him right where you want him.

Hollowing your cheeks, you drive him right to the edge, his thighs trembling. Then suddenly you release him with a pop and move away.

Lando’s eyes fly open. “W-what ... why are you stopping?” He protests breathlessly.

You give him an innocent look. “Oh, did you want to come, darling?” You ask sweetly.

He gapes at you. “You little minx, you know I was so close!”

You grin slyly. “Guess you’ll just have to wait until next month then.” You move back up to kiss him deeply, rocking your core torturously against his painfully hard length.

Lando groans into your mouth, his hands clutching at you desperately. When you break away, he looks utterly wrecked.

“Now go take a cold shower before you lose your little bet,” you pat his chest mockingly and climb off the bed, sashaying your hips on the way out.

You hear Lando let out a string of curses as you leave him high and dry. Chuckling to yourself, you know he’ll be begging you for release again soon enough. But for today, his torment is payback for this silly No Nut November nonsense.

Later when Lando emerges from the shower, you greet him sweetly. “Feeling better, babe?”

He narrows his eyes but can’t keep a resigned smile off his face. “You’re evil, do you know that? Two can play this game though.”

You just laugh and kiss his cheek. “Maybe so. But I do love watching you squirm.” You sneak down a teasing hand to squeeze his ass as you pass by.

Lando catches your wrist, pulling you against him. “Just you wait until December,” he growls into your ear, making you shiver.

As frustrating as this month will be, you can’t deny riling Lando up is fun. Bring on the teasing — you’re quite happy to make him suffer if it means mind-blowing victory sex down the road.

[ann4zw]

" ele perde a postura porque eu tenho um bucetão . . " - slippmami

!! Smut. !!

You sit on top of Stephen, feeling his hardness against your skin. With a smile, you move slowly, making your ass move against his erection. He groans, and you love the feeling of being able to cause such an event in him. Without waiting any longer, you guide that firm, warm member to your vulva, and then, you begin to move, to ride it, feeling the friction and the heat.

Stephen's breathing hitched as you mounted him, feeling your body against his throbbing erection. The sensation was pure torture, making him writhe beneath it. Your movements made him moan, unable to hold back the sound. When you finally guided him to your entrance, he couldn't help but clench his fists, preparing himself for the pleasure that was about to overwhelm him. He watched as you began to move, taking him inside, the friction and heat driving him crazy.

"Baby," he moaned, his voice husky. “Please let me take control,” he begged, needing to feel you beneath him. He wanted nothing more than to give you the time you deserved.

Your lungs burned and the words escaped you in moans. Your mouth almost opened, but only to mutter, “fuck… shut up.” Your less than gentle words drew a guttural groan from Stephen. He couldn’t help but twist, craning his neck to look at your face as your frantic riding took him over the edge.

Stephen’s body tensed, feeling the heat and tension around him. His eyes rolled back, barely able to focus as you continued to ride him. “Please, baby,” he panted, his voice barely audible. “Don’t stop, don’t stop… fuck, just keep going like this.”

Your legs thrashed hard, moving up and down Stephen, each movement even more intense than the last. Your body shook, and cries of pleasure escaped your lips. The sound of him inside you and your bodies colliding whispers around you. Your breathing is now heavy, and you feel the party coming, almost within your reach. You want to fall with him, you want to experience that veil of sensation that will envelop us. Don't stop, don't stop.

Stephen's body stiffened, his grip on the sheets tightened. The sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel himself approaching the limit. Ana's movements were desperate, her cries of pleasure filled the room. Unable to resist any longer, Stephen let out a loud moan, his release exploding inside you. Your body shuddered, a wave of ecstasy invaded you. Feeling his thick, hot sperm inside you, you moan loudly, letting yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure. His orgasm merges with yours in an explosion of sensations. Your bodies move together, entwined in a single act of extreme climax.

You lie down next to him, and in one natural movement, you move closer to Stephen again. Your faces meet, and you capture his lips in a passionate, loving kiss. It’s as if time has stopped, and nothing but him and you exist. Your hands tighten on his shoulders, and on each other’s arms.

With a glimpse of a quick movement, he flips her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head. He looks into her eyes, “Now it’s my turn, little lamb.” He whispers, his voice thick with desire, his eyes a gleam of lust.

div credit: @roseraris

[mountainficss]

also ahhh i hope this isn’t too soon after the last req i sent it but could i please req hard dom seungkwan with creampie/cum stuffing and multiple rounds? and it gets really messy?

: 🍊 hehe

!! mentions of: hard dom!seungkwan, cream pie, multiple orgasms, edging, degradation, finger sucking, rough sex

kwannie would fuck you so gooddd omg :(

the first round he’d take it slow, would kind of ease you into it and edge you a bit just because he likes to see you squirm and writhe. your whimpers would do nothing but spur him on, fucking you at a painfully slow pace just to make it harder for you. the wet sound of seungkwan sliding into your core would make you blush, your arousal coating his length completely and allowing him to slide in with no resistance. he’d whisper the nastiest things to you, causing you to clench around him.

“you’re so messy. aren’t you embarrassed?”

“aww, want me to be rough with you? am i going too slow?”

“take it like a good slut. i’ll fuck you right if you cum for me.”

you’d end up cumming all over his cock with sweet moans, the slow thrusts causing your orgasm to bubble up slowly and steadily. he’d coo lovingly, cupping your face with one hand and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. he’d pull his length almost completely out, and would unexpectedly push back in hard. you’d yelp in surprise as his hips snap into yours, the harsh thrust catching you by complete surprise. “did you think i was done?” he’d scoff, his thrusts picking up in speed as he licks his thumb and glides it along your clit. “you can take another. i’ll fucking make you.” you’d moan uncontrollably from the overstimulation, the feeling of him pounding into you already bringing you close to your climax. he’d lean down and litter bites and marks all over your shoulders, adding to the overwhelming pleasure. you loved it when he was rough with you, the feeling of him fucking you dumb would never fail to make you cum numerous times around him. your second orgasm wouldn’t build up slowly this time, oh no. this one would be intense, he’d practically force your climax from you with how hard he was fucking you. your body would have no choice but to take everything he was giving you, your hole tightening around him and sucking him in greedily. the sounds that would escape you would be loud and desperate as you cum around him for the second time ;( he couldn’t help but finish inside you, filling your wet heat with his seed. he’d still, dragging his length out slowly and fucking back into you once, just to push his cum into your hole. “so dirty,” he’d mock, smearing your arousal with his fingers and shoving them into your mouth. you’d suck them clean, drooling all over his fingers absentmindedly. “aww, i really fucked you stupid huh?” he’d tease meanly, shoving them in deeper and causing you to gag on them. “drooling all over my fingers. cute.” you’d flash him a dazed smile, eyes full of lust despite having cum multiple times. he’d reach a hand down once again, rubbing two fingers across your bud and feeling you jolt harshly at the touch. he’d pull his fingers out of your mouth, grabbing his cock and twisting his fist around it using your spit as lubricant. you’d squirm underneath him, but he’d just smirk and continue his movements. “you’re cumming again,” he’d command, stuffing two of his fingers inside of your twitching hole. “wanna see you make another mess for me.” <333

taglist: @imprettyweird (pls lmk what you’re okay with being tagged in bby, i’d feel so bad if i spammed you every time i posted 😳)

[missaengg]

Dirty Little Sleazebag

Day 15 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Prince | Silvio Ricci x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, degradation/praise kink, dominant Emma, submissive Silvio, cunnilingus, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, tiny bit of fluff if you squint Prompts: Degradation/Praise Kink | “Beg me to be gentle.” A/N: Yay! Finally wrote one for Silvio!! ao3 link here.

“...Hah?!”

Silvio stared at you as if you had grown two heads, eyes wide in disbelief. You licked your lips, tentatively staring back. 

You wondered briefly if perhaps you had gone a little too far. You simply wanted a bit of payback for the way he relentlessly teased you the week before, bringing you to the edge of rapture without letting you taste it over and over again until you were writhing in his hands, begging for him to finish.

But the bewildered fury on his face was just too delicious to stop.

“I said, lick it, you rude, arrogant, sleazebag.”

You raised your knee higher from where you were kneeling above Silvio, your foot propped up on the pillow under him, the other knee kneeling by his head.

Silvio’s face contorted into an ugly scowl. “Lady, ya got some nerve tellin’ me what to do while insultin’ me.”

“I will do as I please.” You lowered yourself further in his face so that your cunt was all he could see. “Now, lick my fucking pussy like the good little slut you are.”

Silvio growled, incensed by your words, but he complied, pulling your lacy underwear to the side, sliding that sinful tongue of his up your slit. You shivered delightfully. He never could resist you, not when you were on display, wet, hot, and bothered for him.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you? You like tasting me with that dirty little mouth of yours?” you taunted him, relishing how every word out of your mouth riled him into an angry frenzy.

Silvio explored you like a man possessed. His tongue ran up and down your folds, his teeth nibbling on your tender skin. You bit back your moans, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how good his mouth felt. Not yet at least.

“That’s right, worship me with that filthy tongue.”

Silvio growled, roughly jerking your hips closer to his mouth causing your upright knee to buckle until you were practically sitting on his face.

“That’s a good boy,” you purred.

Silvio’s tongue darted along your entrance, flicking the entrance, teasing, but not entering. You frowned. He was trying to take control, but you weren’t going to let him. Not today.

“Fuck me with your tongue.”

Silvio clicked his tongue, his irate grumble audible even with his mouth full of your cunt. You dropped until you were smothering him, holding yourself there until you could hear him sputter before releasing.

“Ya tryin’ to kill me?!”

“I said, fuck me with your tongue.”

“I don’t have to listen to ya.”

You couldn’t see Silvio’s face from under you, but you knew him well enough to know he was glaring at you, a furious blush blooming across his cheeks.

“Is that so?” You pulled yourself up, swinging away from his eager mouth.

You grinned wickedly when Silvio groaned, the loss of your sweet cunt too much for him to bear. He desperately reached for your hips, which you held mockingly just out of reach.

Silvio let out a feral yowl, reminding you of a frustrated baby kitten. “Lady, will ya just come back here?”

“Not if you’re going to be a bad boy.”

You stifled the depraved giggle bubbling up your throat. Silvio’s face was scrunched together like a toddler throwing a tantrum, his need to taste you battling ferociously with his indignant displeasure. It was clear he didn’t know what to do when you flipped the script on him, when you were the one making the demands instead of needy pleas.

“Not a lick of charm,” he growled. “Lady–” You wagged your finger cutting him off. “Are you going to fuck me with your tongue?”

“...Yes,” Silvio conceded resignedly.

“Good boy.” You settled back over his waiting mouth. “Go on.”

Silvio didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled you towards him, diving his tongue into you eagerly as far as he could reach. You blissfully sighed. His tongue dragged along the sweet spot inside you that caused your legs to shake and your knees to buckle, and it took almost everything you had to remember to stay propped up on your knees so you didn’t smother him.

The strangled groans coming from Silvio pleased you.

“Fucking me so well with that dirty tongue… ngh… so eager for my sweet cunt,” you grunted, ripples of electricity buzzing through your belly. He was gulping rapidly, swallowing your arousal pooling into his mouth. The obscene noises coming from Silvio, the delicious tingles running up your spine tightened in your belly bolstering you to continue uttering the words tumbling from your mouth. “You like that, do you? Make your master cum… hah… you nasty arrogant boywhore.”

Silvio doubled his efforts, flicking your sweet spot repeatedly with his wet, writhing tongue. You threw your head back. The jolts were coming quickly, building into a tight feverish coil. You trembled, your muscles pulling taut, preparing for the snap of release.

“Faster,” you moaned, the sound coming from deep within your chest. “My filthy… little… whore.”

Silvio sucked hard and emitting a tantalizing, feral growl, nipped your clit, sending you over the edge. The coil snapped, and with a strangled cry, you let go, feeling the spasms of your ecstasy raining down your tense, roiling body. His tongue lapped the sweet, sticky juices spilling from your cunt, greedily catching every last drop.

Breathing heavily, you pushed yourself down along his torso until you straddled his waist.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, futilely wiping the copious traces of you from his mouth with your thumb only managing to smear it even further against his lips. 

You gazed down at Silvio. His normally arrogant blue eyes were glazed over, unfocused and drunk off your pussy. You suppressed the urge to giggle and stroke his cheek. He looked so adorable lying there on the bed beneath you, flushed bright red, chest rapidly rising and falling. 

But you weren’t quite done with him yet.

“Sit up, back against the headboard.”

Silvio obeyed without a word, shifting into a sitting position with his back against the head of the bed. He reached for your waist, but you grabbed his wrists, stopping him before he could place his hands on you. Shaking your head, you positioned yourself over his lap, hovering with enough room so that his tip barely brushed your slit. His brows furrowed, the scowl returning between his eyes, irritated that he couldn’t pull you into his arms.

“Wha–” “Beg me to be gentle.”

“...Hah?”

You melted internally, hiding it under the dominating facade you projected. There was just something so darn cute about how frustratingly bewildered he looked when he uttered that expression, with his wide eyes and wrinkled brow. You could never get sick of it.

“Beg me to be gentle, you naughty boy.”

Silvio’s eyes narrowed, his mouth falling open. “Why–”

You didn’t let him finish. You rose, and without warning, slammed down heavily on his dick, until he was fully buried and your pelvis collided with his.

Silvio yelped, uttering a string of profanities. You would’ve smiled at his reaction, but you were too busy trying to hide your own wince, forgetting how much he could stretch you out if you took him too quickly.

“Woman–” “Beg me to be gentle.”

Silvio stared into your eyes, his brows still clenched together. “No,” he stubbornly snapped. “Would ya–”

You clicked your tongue. “Naughty, disobedient baby.” You pushed yourself off his lap until only his tip remained inside of you and then slammed down again, the sound of your bodies crashing together filling the bedroom.

Silvio choked, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Tch… Woman, you’re crazy,” he sputtered, stunned.

You darkly glowered at Silvio. You thought you’d gotten him to acquiesce, but if this was how he wanted to play, then so be it, you’d play. 

“Talking back to your master, forgetting your place. Can’t have that, can we?” you clucked mockingly. You grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of his head, roughly jerking his head back. “Your sole purpose in life is pleasing me, have you forgotten that?”

Silvio sharply exhaled, glaring at you with a frightening intensity. You glared back. You were certain that hiding under his furious indignant rage was a deranged thrill, you could see it smoldering beneath his glare. Silvio was much bigger and stronger than you. He could easily flip you onto your back and hold you down if he truly wanted to stop.

You dropped your voice to a menacing whisper. “Now, be a good little dog, and beg your master to be gentle.”

The two of you stared at one another, neither party willing to accede. It was a battle of wills, and you weren’t going to be the one to break.

“Be gentle,” Silvio lowly growled.

You smugly smirked. “You didn’t say please.”

“Be gentle… please,” Silvio mumbled.

“I couldn’t hear you.” “Be gentle with me please,” Silvio spat out.

“That’s my good dog. Let me reward you.” You kissed him, deep and demanding, claiming his lips in victory. “You’re going to take me, and you’re going to take me well, aren’t you?” “...Yes,” Silvio answered begrudgingly.

You clenched, rocking your hips against him, smirking at his sharp exhale. Placing your hands on the headboard on each side of Silvio’s head, you picked up the pace, viciously driving your hips into him.

“Do you want me to make you cum? Do you want my cunt to make you feel good?”

“...Yes.”

“Beg me to make you cum.” “Please…” Silvio licked his lips. “Please make me cum.”

Grinning wickedly, you rode him, elated at how his eyes fluttered closed, at the sweet guttural groans he uttered. Silvio reached for your waist again, but you swatted his hands away.

“No touching unless I tell you.” Silvio grumbled in protest, but you felt satisfied when you saw his fingers curl into the sheets instead, tightly clutching the fabric, rutting against you as best he could without leverage, matching your rhythm.

Your own hands gripped the headboard so tight your knuckles turned white. Silvio filled you so completely, you could feel him sliding along your sensitive flesh, your clit brushing against his pelvis with every gyration of your hips, spine-tingling waves of pleasure rolling through your heated body. You gasped, your breaths shallow and erratic. You were losing control, the facade of your dominance slipping, Silvio’s utterances of pleasure only adding to the intensity of the crashing waves.

“Cum– cum for me.” You squeezed your eyes shut, holding onto the last shreds of your resolve, knowing that if you came undone too quickly, he would win.

You felt Silvio tense beneath you. He was close, he was so close, you could feel it.

“Show me how– how much you love my sweet cunt, you– you– rude, flamboyant– asshole.”

With a strangled, guttural growl, Silvio unraveled, twitching as he spilled into you, arching his back and calling your name. You crashed your mouth to his, desperately seeking his lips, on the verge of your own unraveling.

Silvio wrapped his arms around you, burying his hands in your hair, burying his tongue in your mouth.

You burst, dissolving into a puddle of ecstasy, coming undone in crashing waves. 

Kissing Silvio gently, you pulled back just enough to look down into the eyes of the man who drove you insane. You sweetly smiled, brushing back his hair, all pretense of your revenge gone with your release.

“Enjoy that much?” you gently teased, trailing kisses from his forehead, down his nose, and to his lopsided grin.

“Woman, what in god’s name just happened?” Silvio nuzzled into your neck, placing a small peck to where he could feel your heartbeat.

You hummed, playing with the hair on the back of his head. “Just a bit of revenge, dearest.”

“Don’t ever do that again.” You chuckled. “Why? Cause you enjoyed it too much?” “Tch…” Silvio blushed, hiding his furiously red face into your shoulder. “I don’t think my heart can handle it.”

You burst into twinkling laughter, shaking in his arms. “We’ll see.”

“...Bitch...”

But you knew he didn’t mean it.