#but yeah that man is so vanilla and tender to me…..

[callistoscope]

harvey’s one and only kink is being loved. Tenderly.

[whoskimii]

YEAH, I'M INTO IT !

★ sleepy domestic sex with him ft. toji ! ★

˖˚₊ warnings ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ curse words, p in v, unprotected (don't be silly, wrap your willy :3), he cums in your pussy, implied size difference.

˖˚₊ wc ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 1.3k

“mphm...” toji grumbled as he woke up. as soon as his sleepy, hazy green orbs fluttered open, his first instinct was to tighten the tender but firm hold he had around your soft body.

he nuzzled his nose in your neck, inhaling your comforting, feminine scent. he loved the scent of your conditioner. or maybe it was your shampoo ?

he didn't know.

the only thing he was aware of was the heavenly scent of it. it smelled soft— just like you. if he focused enough, he could even recognize a subtle hint of vanilla.

he slowly let go of your sleeping form, trying his best not to wake you up. he sat up groggily, groaning as he did so before rubbing the back of his head in an almost confused way as he tried to get his bearings.

he braced himself onto his hands, yawning loudly, without even bothering to cover his mouth. “mhm...” he sighed, squeezing his eyes shut for a second.

just as he was about to stretch his sore, achy muscles, he felt something stir behind him.

you.

a few seconds later, he relaxed, tense shoulders slumping as your small, delicate hand rested on his broad back. “toji...” he felt himself take a deep breath as you mumbled his name, as if he was taking in your voice. he could hear how your deep, peaceful slumber affected you by the way you breathed out the syllables.

“yeah ?” he muttered, searching to get rid of the tendrils of sleep that were still clinging to his body. “where are you goin' ?” he didn't know himself but— “probably the kitchen... why ?”

you sat up as well before wrapping your arms around his neck. “stay with me... don't wanna get out of bed.” you mumbled before leaving lazy, small kisses along his jawline. he huffed softly and placed his large hand around your waist. “yeah ? don't wanna get out o' bed, huh ?"

you shook your head a little before laying back down, tugging him with you. he rolled over and climbed on top of you, tucking his head into your neck. “guess i won't let my doll alone, then.” he grumbled against your skin before placing a kiss under your lobe.

you were tired. really tired. you just wanted to go back to sleep in toji's arms but it never turned out the way you wanted.

not with toji.

he hummed before he began rolling his hips into yours. he huffed as he felt you reciprocate the movements, grinding back against him.

toji was only wearing grey sweatpants. he wasn't even wearing boxers underneath as he didn't bother to put some on last night.

the thin fabric of his sweatpants barely stopped his hardening length from rubbing against your clothed heat. it barely even concealed how his cock throbbed under his pants.

you were only wearing panties. he liked that. it wouldn't be a hassle to slide them down your thighs.

“toji...” you breathed out, sliding your hands into his messy hair. he hummed and grabbed one of your hands with his larger one before bringing it to his lips. he allowed his knuckles to brush along your knuckles. “mhm ?” he tilted his head lazily, tracing your lovely features with his eyes.

as he continued to slowly grind against you, he leaned down to plant a kiss at the corner of your rosy lips. “need you...” he chuckled lazily. “yeah ? what d'you want, dollie ?”

you whined softly, too shy to say it out loud. he knew it. he just wanted to tease you. “huh ? c'mon, say it, baby. s'just me.” you sighed, brushing your nose along his jawline. “want you...” you mumbled, despite knowing that he wouldn't tolerate your answer. “nah... what d'you want, dollie ?” he repeated.

you huffed cutely, which earned a small chuckle from your man's lips. “want your cock...” he smirked lazily and hummed. “there you go...” he whispered. “that's what my pretty girl wants, huh ? guess i'll give it to her, then.”

he sat back on his knees and rolled your panties down your thighs, leaving them there. he parted your legs for him and settled in between them before tugging his sweatpants down, freeing his leaky cock. his tip was already spurting precum, the droplets landing onto the sheets. “shit... m'sorry, gonna clean that later.”

he left his sweatpants around his legs, just exposing the essentials. he huffed as he pressed his tip against your warm hole before slowly sliding in. “fuck...” he cursed under his breath. "there we go...” he mumbled as he finally bottomed out.

he slowly laid his weight on top of you, being mindful not to crush you. "you okay ?” he whispered, brushing his lips against your chin as he observed your reaction.

you only hummed lazily. “uh-huh...” you breathed out, your senses becoming hazy as he filled your soft, tight cunnie. he chuckled quietly and pulled back, only leaving the tip inside before pushing all the way in. the friction made you mewl softly.

he let his forehead fall against your shoulder as he began slowly thrusting up your pussy, his movements lazy with sleep. “shit... always forget how tight you are, lil' one...” he murmured into your ear.

the way your sloppy walls were clamping down on his dick made him hiss. “gonna cum sooner than expected if you keep tha' up.”

“toji...” you sighed, wrapping your legs around his hips. he hummed in return, leaning down to press soft kisses on both of your eyelids. “yeah... ain't goin' nowhere, sweet thing.” he reassured you, slowly wrapping his hand around your ankle to keep your leg hooked around him.

you whimpered, trying to close your legs as the sensation became too much.

he was so fucking deep into it.

he placed his hand on your tummy, pressing down onto the bulge created by his huge cock. “nah,” he chuckled at your pitiful attempt. “keep 'em apart, baby.” he was fucking you so good. so good you were almost drooling.

all you could do was thank the stars above for your man and his cock.

“shit, m'close... don't last as long as i used to.” he huffed, tucking his head in your neck. “y'know how insane you drive me with this pussy ?” he whispered but you barely registered his words.

“toji... gonna come...” you murmured, feeling your walls squeeze his shaft tightly. he groaned. “yeah, can tell...” he intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

his free hand slowly slid down, aiming the spot where your bodies joined. he circled your throbbing little clit lazily to help you finish. “c'mon, flower... clench 'round my cock... make a mess. will clean it wit' my tongue.” your little hole pulsated around his length at the nickname.

you gripped the sheets tightly, hearing your own moans. “m'coming... m'coming, toji... gonna come...” you whispered. he hummed, still playing with your clit. “yeah. m'waiting.”

one— two— three shallow thrusts were enough for you to come. you arched your back as you squeezed his cock, your pretty eyes rolling at the back of your head. “mhm... there you go, sweetie... m'right behind you.”

he groaned. “gonna shoot it in your pussy, you okay wit' that ?” he mumbled. as soon as you nodded, he finally came, painting your walls white. “yeah... aw, fuck.” he sighed, rolling his hips lazily to ride his high.

as soon as you both regained your senses, he rolled off you, not wasting a second to wrap his strong arms around your soft, shaky frame. “thanks, dollie.” he kissed your forehead.

all he could do was thank the stars above for his girl and her pussy.

based on this ask.

[activesplooger]

I have a special request if you’re up for it

summary: you and Adam have this mutual attraction towards each other, but the main reason you won’t take the first step is because you know how high his sex drive is, which wouldn’t be too much of a problem if you weren’t so vanilla. You liked tenderness, praise, gentle touches, and you just don’t entirely trust him to be very accommodating.

do with this what you will, please and thank you

thanks for the request! this prompt was amaze! <33

sorry it took so long for me to do this its been a hectic week (america core)

hope you like how this turned out :]

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You and Adam were... complicated, to say the least. Having been friends with Eve, you've heard all about his "inadequacies" in Eden. You thought he was this vile, cocky, arrogant asshole with no redeeming qualities. And then you met, and yeah that's pretty accurate. But, alas, there was an instant attraction.

Eve took you out a few weeks ago to a party hosted by Heaven's elite, a party you'd usually never attend on account of being a lower class angel. So many of Heaven's highest powers were there: seraphims, arch angels, virtues- and the first man himself, Adam. Eve scoffed as he approached, the colossal angel striding up with a cocky grin.

He was beautiful; rugged features, a messy fluff of hair, a nice smile- truly the man. For a moment, you were infatuated... and then he had to open his mouth. The cocky angel bends down to meet face to face with you, "Eve, who's the babe?". Eve rolls her eyes, "No, Adam.". "Fuck do you mean "No"," He says in a mocking voice.

Straightening his posture, he scoffs, his full stature towering over yours. "I mean no, you're not gonna 'cum 'n go' with this one," she asserts sternly. "Cum and go?" he feigns innocence, "I would never-". Before he could finish his sentence, Eve cuts him off, "Adam, I've told her everything about you and us, she's smarter than to get with someone like you". He groans, "Ugh! God dammit! You're such a cock-block Eve!".

Eve's head snaps to the entrance of the party, watching as a tall blonde woman walks in. "Lillith!" she exclaims, beginning to walk in her direction. Shit, was she gonna leave you with this dickhead? You grab her arm and pull her back to you, "Don't you dare leave me-". She smiles softly and chuckles, "C'mon, you're smart enough not to fall for his crap. You can deal with him for a few minutes, I'll be back before you know it!". "But-" you try to protest but she had already strode halfway across the room. Pivoting back towards Adam, your once again met with his smug gaze.

"So," he steps closer to you, "this party blows. I get cock blocked and both my ex-wives show up? Lame.". He grabs you chin and lifts it, "Wanna get out of here?". "What? No!" you respond, a bit offended at the implication. Adam removes his hands off you and holds them up in a gesture of surrender, "Alright, sugartits. Heard you loud and clear. Guess I'm just gonna go and leave you allll alo-". He turns around and pretends to leave, trying to coerce you into leaving with him. "Wait!" you call out. Eve was the really the only other person you knew and she had left and you hate being alone.

He turns on his heels slowly to face you, the ever-present smug look plastered on his face, "Oh? What was that?". You huff and avoid eye contact, "Fine. Let's gooOOOO-". He grabs you by the arm before you an continue and yanks you along as he shoves through the crowd of angels. Usually, this isn't your thing. But, you naively figured you guys would just make out behind the building or something for a bit.

And just like you had thought, Adam takes you out back and presses you against the wall, crashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. It took you a minute to adjust to his feverent pace, trying to match the same energy that he put into his embraces. His tongue invades your mouth, pushing its way past your lips without permission. Entangling his tongue with yours, soft moans escape your lips.

His hands snake their way under your shirt, kneading your breasts through your bra softly. Okay, this was escalating really fast- As he goes to undo your bra clasp, you pull back and try to pry his arms off you. You chuckle nervously, "Uh let's maybe slow down a bit...". He looks back with his eyebrow quirked up, a confused look on his face,"Huh? What do you mean "too fast"?".

The angel chuckles in a taunting manner, "Wait? What'd you think we were gonna do back here?". "I-I don't know, make out?" you reply. "Look, Babe, I'm looking to screw," he pokes a finger between a hole he made in his hand while wiggling his eyebrows, "I'm not here to share feelings or snuggle. Got it?". He leans in for another kiss but you stop him by pressing the palm of your hand to his lips, "Yeah, I'm gonna pass.".

Adam scoffs and pulls back, crossing his arms over his broad chest arrogantly, "Fine, your loss anyway.". "Bye, Adam," you say with a sigh as you walk away. "Fine, bitch," he mutters.

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Since that day, you and Adam have had many encounters, each one identical to the last. He'd hit on you, you'd reject him, and he'd act clueless as to why. Although the attraction is surely there, it would never work between the two of you. Adam's high sex drive could never work for your vanilla self, and there's no way in Hell Adam would ease up on fucking for even a day, let alone for the duration of a relationship. Besides, it's not like he's looking for anything serious.

One day, you run into Adam again in the promenade. The two of you get to talking, laughing, flirting - the usual. He makes and advance, and you reject him, just like every other time. But this time, he snaps. The angel throws his hands up in the air, "I don't fucking get it! You always do this shit!". "Heheh, oh Adam I'm just gonna flirt with you and then totally leave you high and dry! Hehe!" he says, mocking your voice. "That's really what you think I'm doing?" you narrow your eyes at him. He scoffs, "Oh be fucking real! You're such a tease!". "A tease? You're just pissed because I don't want to fuck you!"

He looks at you incredulously, "Do you know how insane you sound?!". "Are you serious? Whatever, I'm out," you turn to walk away. He grabs your forearm and effortlessly pulls you back to face him, "Excuse me? Did I say we were fucking done here?". You try to pry your arm away from him, however, it's pointless against his relentless grip, "Let go, Adam.". "No," he states firmly, hand engulfing your arm tightly, "I wanna know why you're rejecting me.".

You exhale sharply and run a hand down your face in exasperation, "Look, you're a nice- well- you're and okay guy, Adam. We have good chemistry it's just...". "It's just what?" he questions roughly. "It's just that your sex drive is so fucking high! I don't want that, I wan't a relationship with love and tenderness-". "That's fucking dumb," he interrupts. "Exactly! We want different things, so let me go!".

Adam's eyes widen, shocked at the thought of you leaving, "What? No! I can be tender! I prommy! C'mon give me a chance.". "Pft," you chuckle, "not falling for that.". "Falling for what? I can be a real fuckin' romantic!".

"Yeah, right," you chuckle, unconvinced by his promises. "Babe," he grabs your smaller hands in his large one, "one date, that's all I ask! And if it doesn't rock your world then you'll never hear from me again.". You hesitate for a moment. Never hearing Adam's nagging sounds great, plus he'd probably take you out somewhere nice... A heavy sigh escapes your lips, "One date. Somewhere nice, bring flowers.".

"You got it, sugartits!"

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Adam followed up on his promise. He texted you to be ready at 5 tomorrow and wear something nice. You didn't know where he would be taking you, he'd simply state that "its a surprise".

The following day, the clock struck 5 and you immediately heard a knock on the door. Swinging the door open, Adam leaned against the door frame with the biggest bouquet of flowers your've ever seen. "These are for you, obviously," he holds out the extensive amount of flowers to you. Taking them in your hand, you examine the flower choice, "Jonquils and white roses, fitting.". "Oh really I hadn't noticed," he mutters, feigning innocence.

"Uh huh," you eye him up and down, surprised at his formal attire. He ditched the robe, instead, he dawned a white suit with lavender and gold accents akin to his usual robe colors. Though, he still wore his exterminator mask. The angel notices your gaze on him and wiggles his eyebrows, "Like what you see?". "Could be better," you state flatly. He scrunches his eyebrows, an offended look on his face, "Better? How?!". Reaching out, you lift the mask off him, "Much better, now I can actually see you.". He turns his head away bashfully, muttering, "yeah, okay, whatever," under his breath as his face heats up.

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The two of you arrive at the destination, a beautiful garden-esque restaurant that's completely cleared out. "Woah, this is gorgeous," you state, in awe at the scenery. A cocky grin spreads across Adam's face, "Like it? Being the first man has its perks, I had the whole place cleared out just for us.".

"Its, wow," you walk in further, admiring the set up. The restaurant's walls are covered in vines and flowers, fairy lights hanging from beamed ceiling. A dim glow casts around place, a surprisingly warm atmosphere in the cold outside air. Adam grabs your waist gently and guides you to your table. Roses pave the walkway to your seating, waiters on standby holding wine. Adam pulls your chair out for you to sit, pushing your chair in for you once your sat.

"I have to say, I'm pleasantly surprised at this," you state. "Oh yeah?" he smirks, "told I could be romantic and shit.". You take a sip of your wine and chuckle, "Well, your doing a great job of it so far.". "Oh, yeah?" Adam leans in and whispers in a husky low tone, "how good? Good enough to give me a thank-you-fuck after?".

"Nope," you reply flatly. "God damn it!" he throws his hands up in the air in frustration. You laugh and check the time on your phone, "Look at that, you lasted an hour without bringing up sex! That's your best record.". He scoffs, a soft smile involuntarily spreading across his face, "Yeah whatever, fuckin' prude.". __

You two share a nice dinner, the food was phenomenal and the conversation was pretty good. Getting to know Adam was actually interesting, at least for the parts he would open up about. He pays for the meal and leads you outside, the cool air causing you to shiver. Adam kindly offers his jacket out to you. "Thanks," you grab the jacket and slide it over your shoulders, the oversized fabric offering extra warmth across your body.

You take his hand as you walk through the streets of heaven, the action taking him by surprise for a moment. He regains his composure and intertwines his fingers with yours tightly, pulling you to his side.

The walk back to your place is comfortably quiet, just the two of you enjoying the calm atmosphere. Once you arrive to your place, you stand by the door as you say your goodbyes, "Tonight was really fun, Adam.". You move closer to him, expecting a kiss from him before you part ways.

He avoids eye contact, not responding to you, an uncharacteristically shy demeanor suddenly creeping up. "Adam? Helloo?" you try to get his attention by waving your hands in front of him, yet, you get no response. Exhaling sharply, you grab his face and force him to make eye contact with you, "Are you gonna kiss me or what?!".

"I'm trying but now you've got me all weird and nervous!" he finally says, his face now beet red. "Me?! It's not like we haven't kissed before," you respond defensively. "Not like this! It didn't mean anything before," he trails off, his words getting softer. He sighs, running a hand down his face, "Nobody meant anything before, but you do. And now I'm getting all sappy and gross, can't even fucking kiss you without feeling all anxious and shit! See what you do to me?! I shouldn't have ever-". Reaching up on your tippy toes, you cut him off with a soft kiss. He shuts his eyes and leans into it, wrapping his arms around your waist as he deepens the kiss. His eyebrows knit together, focused on the tender moment before him.

You try to pull back from the kiss to get some air, however, Adam whines and pulls you back in. Chuckling against his lips, your hands run through his soft brown locks of hair. He trails his lips down to your neck where he nuzzles into you, holding you in a firm embrace. "Don't even think about telling people about this," his says, words muffled against your neck.

"'Bout what? You being a big sap?" you tease. "Shut the fuck up," he mutters. "I'm kidding!" you chuckle, lifting his head off your shoulder to see him, "I hope we can do this again sometime.". The angel smiles softly, pulling away from you and standing up straight, "I'll see you soon then. Night.".

"Night."

He walks away from your doorstep, occasionally looking back at you to make sure you got in okay, already planning your next date in his head the whole way home.

The End <3 __

i love this prompt!!! very me core. i know i talk my freaky lil shit on here but im all talk. im very touch averse unless your on my mentally approved list of people that can touch me, and yet my love language is physical touch or something idfk guys anyway im gonna stop rambling

anyWHOOO, Jonquils and white roses have cute lil flower meanings btw :]

Jonquils: rebirth, new beginnings, and hope

White Roses:  loyalty, purity, and innocence

all the things adam was trying to come off as lol

to requester: thanks for the prompt darling! :]

[chlmtsdoll]

more of I was an angel just bc 🤍 18+ | shower smut | fluff

It wasn’t a surprise that you had woken up in Arts white T, fit with the smell of fresh linen the next morning.

As you lie sprawled out on your back, the cotton wrapped your skin but also the aroma filled your senses on the frosty winter morning outside, to contrast with how steamy last night with the two men had been. What was a surprise was that last night you assumed you would wake up back in your own bed. Alone and to rise within the empty sheets — But when you opened your eyes to face the day, you were met with the sight to your left and right of not just short golden locks, but also dark curly ones as well.

Art and Patrick hadn’t left you, instead they must of dozed off not too long after tucking you in. — it couldn’t have been a sweeter way to persevere the night you all had. The smell of vanilla mixed with the blend of oaky sent of wood hadn’t just been coming from the t-shirt on you, but beside you. Turning to face the blonde sleeping in peace, your sleepy expression turned into lips being spread into a smile as you ran your finger tips lightly through his soft hairs facing you. And Art had easily felt your touch. After a yawn, he opened his eyes gently, a sideways grin taking upon his lips. Half tired, half risen on his icy blue.

“Morning, sleepy head.”

“I woke up before you.” You laughed.

“Yeah, but you fell asleep before me.”

You beamed more at the note of his voice, raspy but filled with sweetness in the mornings. You wanted to cherish every part of it during times like this when he wasn’t waking up next to Tashi just to go and face the word of tennis and people who never got him like this. Tender and completely defenseless for you. “You guys stayed..” your tone was quite but filled with fondness as your finger tips went to trace over Arts nose and cheeks.

“I didn’t want you to feel like we had treated you like some one night stand, and left to go play pool and spades or some shit.” The blonde chuckled. He took your hand up to his lips and kissed your wrists with lovingkindness and your heart could of exploded right then, your lips curved into a soft pout as you leaned in to leave a kiss on Arts soft lips. Smiling through your pecks as he held you there against his.

You felt safe going into it, you didn’t doubt for a second that the two boys would of made you feel obligated in any way that you’d just been used. Even if you weren’t always all knowing of Patrick’s intentions — you knew with Arts impression on him he knew how to be just as sensitive, even if he struggled to show it. You knew you’d be fine, and taken care of.

“How long till you think he’ll be up?” You gestured to the brunette who was seemingly sleeping faced away from the two of you.

“Well, that depends-” Art leaned up from your embrace to kick the other man’s leg and you covered your mouth with laughter. “..If he’s been listening to us the entire time or not.”

“Fuck off!” Patrick looked over the sheets and crowed pillows to glare at the blonde. “I was waiting for your sap fest to end so I could hear more about myself,”

“You sleep like a bear y’know.. like one of the ones right outside in the forest, for fucks sake.” You commented as Patrick narrowed at you and Art couldn’t help but laugh at your assertion.

“Yeah ? Well we both know you loved to climb this bear last night..” Patrick snapped back with a grin.

And before you could protest Art scoffed “alright, alright..”

Patrick only shook his head as his grin stayed put on his face and Art rolled his eyes even though he kept a light simper on his lips — you could always see just how much he adored Patrick, even with all of his annoyances he was just glad he had the presence of the brunette around time to time.

“I’m starving,” you sighed as you sat up as well.

“Yeah. What are you making us for breakfast, daddy?” Patrick nudged the other man as he propped up from the bed with a grin and Art shoved his hand away playfully.

“I think you need a bath first, baby,” Art glanced at you then to Patrick beside. “We all do. Especially you.. I just know you’re disgusting.”

“I take that as a compliment.” The darker haired man shrugged as he relaxed against the messed up sheets and wrinkled comforter. Arts eyes had peered down at your legs, so tiny to him, and his mind started to worry of the aftermath from last night. He’d pondered if you’d been alright although you said you were fine. Patrick was rough with you, and they hadn’t given your petite body much of a break really.

“Can you walk, pretty girl? I can carry you if not…” Art began as his brows furrowed in concern and when your doting eyes met his, smiling at the way he cared so much that you weren’t in any discomfort emotionally or physically.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah..” you lifted yourself up from the bed and stepped on the ground. Your calves were for sure a bit wobbly, and your thighs shook for a minute as you stood up — but overall you were perfectly shape. You stood and turned to both men with a sly smile across your face. “See. Good as new.”

The blonde chuckled as he observed you, “you’re so small I forget your a professional dancer and tennis player.” He grinned.

“Flexible.” Patrick added in a low ring as his eyes grazed over your toned legs, and he had a defining smirk on his face.

“Although, I could use your help to bathe..” your eyes flickered over the two, and your wide-eyes pleaded in a way they both had read as a signal towards your innocent smile that had a lace of minx to it.

You turned on your heels to approach the bathroom that was huge, if not as big as the bedroom itself. The shower taking up a good quarter of the room and when Art and Patrick had both entered, naked and standing godly as they rushed in to accompany you — you reached to lift off Arts shirt that you had been wearing, but the blonde stepped in to help you anyways. Arms lifting above you to reveal your bare body to match theirs, Patrick had been fumbling to turn on the shower head as he fought to watch Art look at you like you were heaven sent just to make this whole trip a little more fun for them.

Your smile was pretty. And you sunk your lip between your teeth as you watched Arts gentle eyes settle on you beneath him. His shirt was somewhere else again by the time you finally gave away to his ardor to make your way to the shower with Patrick.

“Will you help me with my hair ?” He heard you murmur sweetly to the brunette which he nodded all too quick as the water ran and began to heat up on you both. Your eyes met the blonde again provokingly, making him have to almost force himself from staring at just the way your angelic body moved towards Patrick’s six three stature without any caution in the world. He practically raced over to join you both.

Art stepped the tiles and got close to where the two of you’d been under the steamy water. Eyeing the way your delicate hand had been placed on Patrick’s chest, now wet and looking devout as the man peered down at you, his own hand went to entangle in your waves. Both of the men’s eyes darkened quickly, and it couldn’t go unnoticed at all the way their pretty cocks stood up at just the sight of you.

Your little figure glistening underneath the warm water. Your ass looking impeccable as you noticed the way their hard ons only grew as moments went on and you would reward yourself praise for the way you just kept egging them on, you turned to face Art. You brought a finger to your lips and lightly grazed your skittish small smile.

Art couldn’t help but laugh a little at it all, his grin returned, the blonde looked down at you and he viewed the way you looked at him in a pleading manner. To be touched.

“You just never get tired do you?”

It was more like you couldn’t get enough.

“I already slept.” was all you muttered and your soft giggle echoed off the fogged glass around the three of you. You stood on the tip of your toes to reach up and grab on to the other tall man so he would smooch you, Art cradled you body in his and leaned into the kiss while a low grown exited his throat. You pulled away as you felt Patrick’s towering presence nearing behind you,

“You just don’t how much of a fucking tease you are. What you can do to a man, let alone two — what we could do to you.. it’s dangerous.” The darker haired man warned into your ear, his voice a seductive kind of low that made you nearly moan right there. It sent shivers down your spine. You looked over your shoulder to meet his sage irises

“Show me.” Was all you needed to say for Patrick to give Art a look as his smirk spoke messages you couldn’t even comprehend, but Art knew all too well — he picked you up in one swift motion, your legs gone to wrap around his waist, and you smiled with a flirtatious flicker in your eye as you held his broad shoulders tightly. He felt the warmth of your thighs, trailing his fingers to line his dick up to your entrance.

“Already soaked. You’re such a naughty greedy girl, just can’t stop thinking about being filled with cock constantly. Huh ?” Art practically grunted as he felt your wetness just graze him before he started to pushed into you, which made your lips fall agape as you moaned through a breathy dazed smile and you nodded.

“Mmm, yeah.” Your skin was hot. Your pussy had taken Art like a glove almost immediately as he held your ass in his own hands, and you sunk down hungrily with ease — it was until the blonde reached for the other lean man behind you, a grasp of his shoulder making him inch forward to the both of your bodies, and you then felt Patrick’s cock just inches from your heat. You sunk your teeth into your sugary bottom lip as you had put together what was about to happen. Your eyes went soft with a burning sensation of need but also edginess. The brunette’s hands go to your slim little waist as he let himself to your dripping core, feeling you up and your mouth had opened to let out a little sigh of relief before he started to sink into your hole with a deep groan escaping his own. You body immediately started to shake and jerk with the urge to actually lose the feeling in your legs now.

It stung and it stretched your small enclosure in the most delightfully and pleasant way even though,

“Oh ! O-oh.. fuck.. - my god,” you closed your eyes tight and you never felt more full in your whole life. Whimpering out like your life depended on it. You’d been meshed between the two men as the hot shower proceeded around you all while you were getting filled up with dick as the heat rose. Arts face has contorted in pleasure and he let a noise slip from his lips as palmed your face so you’d look at him.

“Be good. Take it like my sweet, sweet little girl, I know you can for me” He panted out as he stared to fuck up into you and the other man thrusted without any hesitation — making your wet cunt their own mess now. Your whines were high pitched and the feeling was like ecstasy as the blondes hands went to run over your figure and he nibbled at your neck, while the other ran a tongue over your exposed skin and your head went dizzy.

Arts back had hit the glass of the shower and Patrick’s free hand had beat against that as well and you’d all been in synchronized moans to the thrash of movement against the shower. Your aching pussy being rutted into senselessly, you feel as if your were trembling from the inside out and pink nails dug into the glossy skin of Arts back as you let out choked cries. Both men practically holding you up as they fucked up your body, skin like soft butter being ruled by sweat now between their lofty gallant frames.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You warned, but there wasn’t any time to do much as you’d already been a trembling mess between the two, cries escaping your lips on instant as you let the high run through your body.

“Good girl, princess,” Art had palmed your ass in his much bigger hand as he felt your body cling to his and the men stilled with the way your warmth around them pulsed, gushing your arousal on to their members as you pulsed around the way their hardness throbbed inside of you

“Fuck, your clenching us so much, sweet girl.”

You had breathed out a soft titter as you released your legs from its tight grasps on Arts waist, he lifted your body as he slipped from your drooling cunt with a groan and so did the brunette. You effortlessly go down on your knees, melting with the marble tiles beneath you as both men still had full twitching cocks beyond you and your hand went to grasps them both. You saw Patrick release his head against the glass as he cursed under his breath and you watched as Arts tongue darted out to wet his lips. Your smile couldn’t have been more pretty and dainty contrast your hands that were doing the worst to their erections.

You wrap your lips around Art’s dick and let out a light moan as he immediately went to grasp at your hair. “Fuck, angel.” You looked up at him with pure eyes set on the way his mouth made the perfect ‘o’ shape at the way you throated him, sucking and whimpering on his cock, just begging for it — your hand worked godly on Patrick and he watched you with a deep sulk noise of his own.

“Shit. I wanna feel that pretty mouth, me next.” He panted and your lips slid off of Art to run a tongue against Patrick and you observed him moan now with a smile on your lips. You sucked on him quick as you pumped Art and you knew by the way their veins had been bulging and burning to cum ropes right then you were getting them close.

“Your gonna make me cum, baby.” Art huffed and his eyes fluttered shut, your hand jerked him in sharp movements. Patrick couldn’t help but send his knuckles to your hair as well, you sunk him into your sweet mouth and your drool had covered his dick to the base. You tried not to gag as you eased up to focus on Art again, moving your hand in circular movements around his tip till the blonde palmed the shower handle beside him and he groaned while he came hard, white leaked on to your chest bellow and the two boys where a mess of noises from above. Patrick had started to cum too, the feeling being too great to grasps — Both of their seed slide down your breasts and it made you whimper just from the sight.

All panting harshly you run a clean stripe up Art again to get the last drip from his now twitching cock, never losing his sight as you did the naughty act on your tongue, a girlish giggle escapes you as he bent to lift you to your legs.

“Holy shit, you’re amazing.” Patrick shook his head and his heavy breathing caught up to him. He smacked your ass with a cheeky smile when you stood beyond them — it only made you stumble just a tad bit, but Art caught your movements as he let out a breathy chuckle of his own. The blonde intertwined your tender hands in his as he kissed your knuckles.

“Okay…let’s actually get you clean, little one.”

A/N: can you tell my love language (words of affirmation) by how much I love writing my favorite thing ever ? (dialogue)

[kristlewrites]

“Video Game Lover”

CW: Shower sex, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, aftercare, fluff, nicknames (baby,mama,princess), breeding kink.

PAIRING: Eren X Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.4k

🗯️🫧: omgg, tysm for all the support on my latest zoro fic, it means a lot🩷😖sooo we’re finally here with erennn!!! I honestly had fun writing a lil needy/soft eren, lmk what you guys think :p???

MINORS DNI

(start)

“Fuck off!” Eren shouts, the familiar routine unfolding every Friday night. You on Eren's bed scrolling en

endlessly through tik tok bored out of your poor mind while Eren is hooting and hollering over the mic playing god knows what with his friends. “Yeah, eat shit!” Eren yells jumping a lil.

Impatient, you crawl towards the edge of the bed, tapping Eren's shoulder. “Yeah baby?” He asks in a tender voice almost making you feel guilty for being mad at him. He looks you in the eye, he doesn't even need you to ask the question he already knows what you're going to ask “I'll be off right after this round i promise” he adds then gives a lil peck on your cheek. Foolishly you believe him and return back to your spot, getting comfy under the covers

“WHAT THE FUCK” you jolt awake from the roar the eren caused, eyes barely open as you check the time on your phone. 11 pm ‘one more round my ass’. You look up to see he is now on a completely different game!?!? Like you cannot be serious. Taking in the situation you decide it's best if you go to bed. You remove the blanket flinching a bit from the cold of the room, and head into the shower, slamming the door just to be a lil petty.

He invited you over, and he can't even get off the game for a minute for you?? You sigh while removing your clothes. Grabbing your shower cap from the shower, you make sure to grab all your carrot soap as well as your vanilla body wash. Of course you couldn't forget your music, logging into spotify you play ‘All I want is you’ by Miguel (litcherally my fave song rn so srs.) . Turning the knobs making sure the water is at perfect the temperature you step in. 

Lathering your body, in your own world. Eren walks in, halting in his track as he sees your figure behind the foggy screen. No matter how many times he's seen it,it never fails to stun him. He is completely mesmerized by the way the water rinses off the soap from your titties. In a complete trance with how your curves look behind the glass, he loves every inch of you and would never want to hurt you. Reflecting on how he treated you earlier when he was in the game, he obviously regrets his actions…I mean the game was never that serious. 

Finding his resolve, Eren knocks on the glass trying to get your attention. You continue singing completely ignoring his knocks, until you see Eren take off his clothes. ‘What is he doing..?’ you think to yourself irritated. You could never understand this nigga. The door slides open to reveal Eren dick and balls out “Can I come in?” he asks absolutely cheesin, smile ear to ear n all.

“N-no, what the fuck nigga get out” you voiced, this man is crazy.

“Oh c’mon baby, are u mad at me?” Eren pouted, ignoring your rejection he climbed into the shower. You roll your eyes and resume scrubbing your arms “Please tell me what's wrongg” he was practically whining at this point. Still facing forward you continue rinsing your body until you feel his rough hands on your hips dragging you back a little. Your ass grazing his tip. You hiccup quietly at his swift motion.

“What are you doing..” you ask looking everywhere but him. Silence. Growing irritated, you turn around looking dead at him. His long hair washed down, the trails of water flowing down his perfectly carved chest each droplet tracing down the path of his abs.your eyes following one little droplet as it paces down his body all the way to his-

“My eyes are up here mama” He says, you quickly dart your eyes back up to him

 “Why are you here?” You ask with your arms crossed covering your nipples. 

“I wanted to say i'm sorryyyyy” he sulks, with his frown quivering.

“For what?”

“For ignoring you and playing the game.” he answers, with his head down and hands behind his back. Almost like a little kid getting into trouble. “Do you forgive me?” He looks back up at you with his big green eyes staring right into your brown ones.

“Hmmm…,” you ponder. You were having way too much fun teasing him like this. “Nah”

“Please baby let me make it up to you” Eren said practically begging on his knees with his hands rubbing together.

“And how are you gonna do that?” 

His tongue shot straight into your pussy, wiggling around a little bit. “What is wrong with you?!?!” Reflexively you slap him on the forehead. He slowly stands up, giggling to himself. As soon as he reaches eye level with you he grabs your chin, brings it in closer then leans in for a kiss. Instinctively you tilt towards him returning the kiss. He reaches for your ass, lifting you up. Both arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist, completely melting into the kiss. Tongues colliding with each other, swishing around. Eren pulls back and looks into your eyes with pure adoration. He is without a doubt enamored with you, he feels so horrible for what he did to you. 

“Do you forgive me?" he asks again. 

You giggle at his question, looking down at him, nose to nose. “Of course I do baby, jus dont pull that shit again.”

You can see him gleaming, wearing that contagious grin reaching for another kiss.

“Let me make it up to you, yeah?” You nod, he lets you down gently. Performing a smooth arch, with your ass facing towards him water evenly dripping down your back.  “Let me know if it hurts,” Eren says.

His penis enters slowly into your entrance. Eren nearly melts at the way your pussy just wraps him so well, your smooth velvety walls caressing his dick. It’s like you were made just for him.

“mmm” you felt every inch of him in you, moving quicker and quicker. 

“ya feel so good baby, so good.”Eren marvels at the way your ass jiggles with every thrust. He grabs your hips, slamming your ass aggressively against his balls. So loud it sounded like damn gunshots (🪦🪦😭) “Let me fill you up princess, I wanna see you full” Eren whispers into your ear

“M-mhm” you mumble, can’t even barely form thoughts let alone words. You were dazed out of your mind, the way Erens whole demeanor changes when y’all have sex is wild but you love it. “Oh baby right there!” You squeal as erens hits your g-spot. Toes curling, legs shaking, nails gripping onto whatever surface it could grasp onto, you could feel it and so did Eren.

“Cum on me y/n” Almost instantly it comes pouring down, flooding his dick. “Yeaaa, that’s right.” Eren says in a whisper, astonished. Reaching for your arms he carefully picks you, twisting you facing him with your back against the tile. Like the beast he is he continues, fucking you into oblivion. Your head resting on his shoulder, bobbing at every thrust. Your cum still lingering in your pussy making easy access for eren.

“p-puh ” you manage out, nearly numb out yo mind.

“Baby use your words or I won’t be able to understand what you want” Eren grunts, still going abusing your poor little cunt. “I’m gonna make you all nice and full”

“Eren, f-feels so g-good” you cry out 

“Yea?”

“Mhm..”you nod against his shoulder. You can feel his dick twitchin and in you 

“Hold on mama, stay with me” as he says that you feel his warm liquid cum flowing into you, sending you off into orbit causing you to release too. Panting, you rest your head on his shoulder. “You did a good job, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Eren spent the rest of the shower tidying both of you guys up, cleaning out whatever could be left and turning off the shower. Still carrying you he lays you on his bed lending you his shirt and boxers to sleep in.

“Do you want wingstop?” Eren asks, holding his phone on the door dash app. You nod, lying on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

Once the food was delivered you guys spent the rest of the night watching scary movies (the movie not the genre😭).

(love u guyss, enjoy!!)

[inkdrinkerworld]

night shift

pairing: stepdad!hotch x fem!reader

wc: 1.6k

cw: smut, p in v penetration, oral [fem!receivng], missionary, soft sex, daddy kink, overstimulation, creampie, fluffy ending, mdni, 18+ ONLY

Aaron sighs as he steps into the house, grateful for the darkness and the quiet. 

It had been a couple hours since he’d had that unmistakable quiet that came with the hour he’d gotten in- but he loved it. 

He needed it to think and get his work out of his mind. 

He also needed to get his new wife off his mind. 

They’d been having little tiffs that had been grating on him, and though she knew he’d be back today she had opted instead for a girl’s trip to some random state. 

Aaron couldn’t really care less about that though.

You were home and that made being home, even at the hour that much sweeter. 

He should stay out of your room, should wait till the morning to spend the day making up for lost time, but he’s really missed your sweet toffee and vanilla scent and your warm arms. 

After the fastest shower known to man, he pushes at your bedroom door, finding the tv on and the light illuminating your sleeping figure on the bed. 

You’ve got what he thinks is ‘Dead Poets Society’ on and it’s still about twenty minutes in. 

That doesn’t steal his attention though. As usual, you do. 

Your hair is all splayed out on your pillows, your floral patterned duvet covering the lower half of your body, but from the exposed portion, Aaron makes out his old Harvard hoodie and smiles. 

“Precious girl,” he murmurs, shutting your door behind him and taking off the tv before slipping in beside you. 

You turn and groan as your body comes into contact with his- warm and soft with hard and cool. 

He hears your breathing pick up and your eyes blink open tiredly. 

“S’just me sweetheart,” he coos, stroking the back of your neck to lull you back to sleep. 

It doesn’t exactly work, you get your bearings and your eyes peel open and the smile that takes over your face has Aaron heating up. 

“You’re home,” the smile makes it into your voice and Aaron can’t help but feel love explode all through his chest. 

“Yeah baby,” he kisses your forehead just as you hook your knee to his narrow hip.

It’s then, as you press further into Aaron that he feels the bare touch of your thighs and his hands follow the natural curve of your skin and groans when he touches your bare cunt. 

“Were you expecting action tonight, princess?” he tilts your chin upwards so you can’t hide your sleepy eyes or your faux coy smile. 

“Maybe,” Aaron feels the need rumble deep in his chest and shakes his head when you lean up to pepper kisses to his stubble. 

“Fucking vixen.” he curses, claiming your lips. 

Aaron kisses resemble him in every way. It commands you, and consumes you. It’s tentative at first and then his tongue prods into your mouth and licks at your own and it’s like he steals your warmth. His lips suck yours into his mouth, swallowing your moan as he pulls your hips into his. 

“Aaron,” you whine, his lips leaving yours to suck at the exposed column of your neck.

He only hums, nipping and biting at the tender skin on your neck. He pulls away and assesses the bruises, and when he’s satisfied he moves onto another plot of your skin. 

“Aaron please,” your hips are rocking on their own now, and he sits up, pulling you with him as he changes positions and lays you flat on your back. 

“Please what?” you really shouldn’t have started with begging. Aaron likes it far more than you do, and he likes making you do it. 

Your answer is interrupted with him thrusting his clothed hips into yours, a moan ripping past your lips as he ensures that he brushes your wet cunt with his growing bulge. 

“Please don’t tease,” he kisses you again, and this time it’s all wet. Tongue and teeth clashing before he pulls away and moves southard. 

“God baby,” he coos, fingers spreading your cunt open so that he sees even more of your slick gushing out. “You’ve been needing me haven’t you?”

It’s mind numbing the way he uses words to make your mind melt and shut off. He just says a couple nasty facts and your brain short circuits with zero intention of trying to work after that. 

The worst part, other than your brain working against you, is that Aaron knows exactly what he does when he uses crass words like that, and he maintains the use of them just to rile you up even more. 

His thumb brushes at your weeping hole, a smirk pulling on his lips as your hips buck into his light touch. 

“I asked you a question, princess.” 

Aaron should at least give you a fighting chance to respond, but he doesn’t. His mouth is sucking at your clit almost immediately after he speaks, and your whines are breathy and high as your hands reach for his hair. 

A broken, “Yes,” manages to escape you and after that, it’s the only coherent thing to leave your mouth. 

Aaron’s fingers slip into your cunt, and he groans at how tight you feel, the vibrations messing with your mind as they cause more pleasure to flow through you. 

You don’t see it entirely, but Aaron’s free hand reaches for his cock, stroking it over and over again, tugging at it in time with his fingers thrusting in your cunt. 

“God,” you cry, hips moving to meet the thrusts of Aaron’s fingers, growing closer and closer to your orgasm. “I’m gonna come, please Aaron.” 

He only hums, eyes meeting yours as your hands knot into his hair, holding his head still as you ride his tongue and fingers to your release. 

“Att fucking girl,” he praises, watching as you continue to ride his fingers till your orgasm fizzles out. He doesn’t pull his fingers from you though. No Aaron crooks them so they brush against your g-spot over and over again till your thigh jumps and he feels the tell-tale signs of another orgasm. 

“Gimme another one, princess. Let me see you come again.” your mouth drops open as he rolls your clit and a silent scream takes a hold of you as your second orgasm washes over you. 

You can’t fight his touch as Aaron drags you to the very end of your orgasm and pats your cunt as he pulls his fingers out of you. 

“Want your cock, daddy.” your eyes are glazed over already, and Aaron has to physically restrain himself from just slamming into you. 

“Yeah? How bad do you need it?” He likes playing this game with you, you tend to lose patience much quicker than he does, and there’s something about the way you spread your legs and offer your pussy over to him that makes his head swim with lust. 

“So so bad. S’all I’ve been thinking about since you left.” he wouldn’t even doubt your statement because you’re all he’s thought about too. 

Still, he holds out on you, intent on just staring at your spread legs and bared cunt for him. 

“Please daddy, need your cock in me. You always fuck me so good.”

He can’t resist you anymore, and slides in, both of you groaning as he bottoms out. 

Your breath is short and sharp as he fucks into you, hands fisting the sheets as your hips match his thrusts. All you can think about is Aaron and the way the head of his cock is pressing at just the right spot that has your toes curling with each thrust.

“Feels good baby? Your pretty cunt is squeezing around me so fucking hard.”

Your brain is a mess of his praise. “So good, you’re always so good.” 

Tears pool on your lash line as his thumb finds your clit again, ready to pull a third orgasm from you. 

Your hands grip at his shoulders, pulling him to hover over your body and in doing so, forcing him deeper into you. 

“Oh fuck,” you croon and Aaron pulls back to slap at your clit. 

“Watch your tongue, princess.” you can only nod, your body thrumming with pleasure as his thrusts get mean and fast. 

“You’re gonna make me come again.” you mewl, eyes full of tears as you feel your lower belly burn with need. 

“Yeah? Y’gonna make a mess on my cock?” your nails dig into Aaron’s shoulders at his teasing, tears falling down your face as his thumb resumes rolling your clit. 

“Please, please,” it’s the only word you know, and Aaron thinks you’re the most gorgeous woman in the world as you beg him, so he leans forward pressing his forehead to yours. 

“Soak my cock, princess.” the order has your back arched off the bed completely as you obey it, legs trembling from the force of your orgasm. 

Aaron manages to hold off his own till the very last second, holding the back of your neck to keep your slick bodies pressed together as he fills you up. 

“No, stay,” you murmur when he moves to pull out and Aaron smiles, smoothing your hair out of your face and dragging his hand down your arm. 

“You don’t want something to drink?” he asks, eyes glued to yours. 

“No,” you lie, and Aaron can tell, but before he can call you out on it, you say, “I wanna sleep with you in me, please.”

You and your eyes will be the death of him, Aaron knows it very well. “Okay baby,” he kisses your cheek and lays with you on top of him, sighing when your walls clench around him. “Wake me up if you need anything.”

You nod, lips finding his in a quick kiss before falling asleep on his chest.

tags: @montyfandomlove

[abiiors]

wrote a very very tiny fluffy blurb for ross because it's his birthday and this is the only way i know how to celebrate lol, enjoy ♡︎

“get out, get out!” you shriek the moment ross steps past the kitchen threshold. 

he’s up early, way earlier than he usually wakes up when he has nowhere to be. it’s only about 7 in the morning, he shouldn’t be awake for two more hours at least! and yet here you are, blocking the half finished birthday cake with your body. 

“can’t talk to me like that on my birthday,” ross pouts. he makes no move to step outside of the kitchen, however. if anything he walks closer. 

a stronger person would have told him to stop right there and come no closer. the sight of ross—sleepy and shirtless—makes you weak in the knees. it’s june afterall, it’s already too warm for him to sleep with a tshirt on. and now here he is, shirtless in your kitchen, towering over you with a sweet, sleepy smile on his face. 

“what’s happening here?” he smirks, well aware of the half-mixed cake batter behind you. 

“none of your business,” you crane your neck and press a kiss to his jaw. that, seemingly, does the trick. he looks away from the cake and back at you with renewed interest, interest you certainly reciprocate. then he bends down to kiss you—a proper sweet kiss that leaves you a bit dizzy in the head and tingly in your stomach. 

“you taste like sugar,” he whispers. then his mouth moves lower, arms tight around your waist to hold you in place. not that you’d want to go anywhere, not when his lips feel so delicious on your neck. “and you smell like vanilla—” another kiss “—and cherries—” and another “—maybe i should just eat you—”

“sleazy, old man,” you tease, giggling when he whips his head up and narrows his eyes at you. 

“oh i’m old now, am i?!”

“a silver fox, i think,” you place a hand on his cheek, reaching to kiss him. a kiss deeper than before, hotter too. you place your hand on his chest, the skin still warm and soft, tracing the barely visible freckles on his skin, tracing the tattoos too. 

ross slides his hand under you (his) t-shirt, trailing his fingers up your spine till you shiver from the touch. 

“happy birthday, darling,” you smile against his lips, pulling away just long enough to catch your breath. a moment later he smiles too and you take the chance to caress his dimples, the crinkles around his eyes. 

ross closes his eyes for a second, looking content. “i think it’s going to be a great birthday.”

“yeah?”

“mm-hmm,” he nods, reaching behind you, making you think he’s about to kiss you again only for him to bring a cake-batter covered finger to his mouth. he moans the moment he tastes it. “the cake’s going to be perfect, for one.”

“go away,” you push him back, poking him in the ribs when he tries to sneak another taste of the batter, “it’s not even done yet! and you’re not supposed to know what it looks like or what it tastes like. that was the surprise part.”

“so am i going to be banished now?”

you snicker, slapping his arm lightly. “stop!”

“from my own kitchen!” 

“don’t be dramatic!”

“cold and all alone in our bed?” he clutches his chest. “on my birthday!”

“ross!” you laugh, a proper tinkling laugh that spreads warmth inside your chest. his face brightens at the sound too. “fine! you can stay… but only, and this is non-negotiable, if you don’t steal my cake batter.”

he huffs, an exaggerated sound that almost sets you laughing again, but then ross bends, kissing the top of your head this time, soft and tender. 

“‘s alright,” he hums, voice muffled in your hair. “i can just kiss you, can’t i? you’re just as sweet.”

[panjakes]

It is me!!!! Okay so I got a request. Omg the way I'll cry if you actually do it.

Can u do Jake from Enhypen x Black!reader who hates pyshcial touch, but let's him hold her hand or touch her the first time?

I hate physical touch it's make so.......uncomfortable ........

But if decided to acceot this ask it'll be a dream come true😭😭

Baby!!! You and me both!! I do not want to be touched. There’s a selective few who can touch me😭

Now jake loves his girlfriend Yn. And he knows she loves him. They’ve been together going on two years now but Jake has NEVER touched her. Not a hug. Not holding a hand. The most physical touch he has ever gotten from her was the time he was sitting between her legs and he fell asleep and his head fell on her knee.He didn’t mind because she always showed her love for him in many other ways.

“Wanna get food?” Jake asks from Yn’s kitchen

“You read my mind! Let’s go!” Yn says grabbing jakes car keys causing him to jerk his neck

“Uh who said we were driving my car?” He asks

“I did. Now let’s go” she says opening her apartment door

“Yes ma’am” he says following closely behind

The car ride was filled with the couple debating about who was a better lyricist. Of course Yn got heated and of course jake got her heated on purpose. He fount it cute when she spoke about something so passionate

“Whatever, I’m paying so what do you want?” She asks

“You paid the last time” Jake says

“I did?” She asks with a frown

“Yeah” Jake says lying.

“Your lying, but okay” she says making jake chuckle

“Sweetheart just let me spoil you” jake says opening the door and getting out to open the door for Yn

“I’m not complaining, while we at it…let’s go to target” Yn points

“Okay, I need some stuff anyway” jake mumbles

“The target with Starbucks in it” she says making him nod

“That’s fine I want that crunch vanilla stuff you get” he says making Yn laugh

“The Carmel ribbon crunch?” She asks

“Yeah…that” he says making her laugh harder

As the couple reach the restaurant jake opens the door for her and they go sit down at a table.

“I want a big fat juicy burger and hella fries” Yn says

“Would I be lame if I get chicken tenders” Jake says scratching his head

“Nah…I will talk about you tho. Everything on this menu and you get chicken tenders” Yn says laughing at Jake causing him to pout

“Your not funny” he mumbles

“I like to think so” Yn says laughing harder

After a very fulfilling dinner, the couple got back into the car and started their trip to target. Yn sat at one of the tables while Jake ordered their drinks.

Jake ordered a few extra things because he knew Yn liked them. Grabbing their order and a cart, the couple started walking through the store.

“I got your cake pops!” Jake says excitedly

“Thank you baby” Yn says smiling at him

It made his heart swell knowing he put that smile on her face.

The couple walked through the store putting a few things in the cart here and there.

“Hey babe? Isn’t this your favorite candle?” Jake asks grabbing a yellow candle off the shelf

“Yeah” Yn says taking it from Jake and smelling it. After lidding it, she puts it on the shelf again

“Why’d you put it back? It’s the last one” Jake says

“Yeah but the one I have still hasn’t ran out” Yn says shrugging

Jake says nothing as he puts the candle into the cart

“What’re you doing?” Yn asks

“Your getting the candle. Don’t argue with me because I’m buying everything in this cart” he says pushing the cart leaving Yn in the isle shocked

“You going to stand there or finish filling the cart up?” He asks making Yn’s cheeks get hot

Thank god for that brown skin of hers.

She jogs over to Jake in the next isle as he was getting his man products.

With what jake just said still fresh on her mind, Yn wanted to show him some kind of affection and jake could tell her gears were turning

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jake asks throwing some stuff in the cart

“Can you…well, I want you to Uh hold my hand” Yn says mumbling but Jake heard it

He stood there with wide eyes, hand still on a bottle of soap that was still on the shelf

“Wait for real?” He asks

“I Uh never mind, sorry I asked” she says turning around embarrassed she even asked. As she was about to walk away to another isle Jake grabbed Yn’s hand before she could walk away

Jake wraps his hand around hers with a smile

“I’ll hold your hand whenever sweetheart” he says making her smile again

“Thank you” she whispers

“Can I kiss your hand or am I moving to fast?” He asks making her giggle

“Go ahead” she says watching as her boyfriend brought the back of her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on it.

For the first time, it made her melt.

[pynkhues]

https://www.tumblr.com/pynkhues/770024291081256960/x-oh-my-gosh-okay-okay-okay-anon-ive-had-a?source=share

and people try to call them vanilla... these two are crazy individually and even more crazy with each other! i would love to hear if you have more thoughts about the lack of aftercare and especially if it's angsty bc that kind of thing is my guilty pleasure in fics😅

Hahaha, revealing how much I've dissected that scene is a little mortifying, but at least the fact that I'm writing the fic about it makes me feel I can justify it, hahah.

And yeah, it's interesting re: the thought of Louis and BDSM etiquette broadly, especially things like aftercare and safewords, of which i don't tend to feel he'd have much regard for either. I don't think that would be out of any maliciousness, but more of a sense of feeling like these things have come in when you've already got a degree of expertise / feel you know what you're doing? Y'know, he was 33 in 1910, so he's a man coming of age and probably having formative sexual experiences in the very late 1800s and working literally as a pimp in that era. That's not to say that I don't think he grew and his sexual eperiences and understanding of sexuality - his own and others - evolved, but all the vampires are ultimately products of their time, even if they now live outside of it.

I've actually been thinking about this a lot as the next fic in the Spell 'verse after I finish the Cruising one is exploring both Lestat and Louis' relationship with BDSM. I've mentioned it before a few times (namely here), but I think there's a really interesting factor with Lestat in particular that he was coming of age in Paris when Sade de Marquis was publishing, who arguably is the person who birthed modern BDSM (BDSM has always existed in various forms across cultures, so he didn't really, but he certainly popularised it), and Sade's version of it really emphasised the sadism and cruelty in a way that's uhhhh, A Lot. I'm particularly kind of curious about it because Sade's writing was enormously fetishistic of rape, and it's interesting to think about that in the context of being a world Lestat's submerged in right before he's actually raped himself.

That's a digression, but kind of has been one of the things that's made me think about Louis' experience of his sexuality and particularly the fact that he comes from a space with a very specific vocabulary for sex and sexuality. Working as a pimp too, and having been a John, I'd imagine he was exposed to a lot (and tbh, I think it's where his baseline comes from when he starts that particular dynamic with Armand, especially given from what I've read in researching that fic, BDSM culture had died down in Paris post-WWII through to the sexual revolution of the 1960s as a result of the war trauma, although it was on the rise in other countries). So yeah, I think by the time there was this more contemporary language and etiquette around it all, Louis and Armand probably would feel pretty established in their behaviours?

And look, in terms of aftercare, I actually don't think Louis would always be bad about it. In fact, sometimes I think he'd probably be incredibly tender, but like with most things with Louis, I think a lot of it would come down to his mood. Someone sent me an ask the other day about there being narcissism in self-hatred, and that kind of hits the nail on the head to me - Louis is self-centred, he's the gloomy egoist! And I do think that probably carries over to sex a lot of the time. So yeah, I think in the aftermath of that 1.06 scene for instance, he was probably still mad at himself and feeling guilty about taking Lestat back, so I think getting Lestat cleaned up probably barely crossed his mind? He probably just threw his clothes at him, told him to get his things and had him limp out after him as Louis stewed on his complicated feelings of taking Lestat back at all.

I think in his more loving moments, he'd be more tender, but yeah - - I think a lot of it probably mood and context dependent with Louis, and I think he and Armand probably had generally pretty bad BDSM etiquette broadly, given even the fact that even being together after Paris is, for Louis, an act of punishment.

[sleepysnk]

Prompt number 3 with Rindou or Inui (or both but not a threesome 😂) please 😭

a/n: hi! so i decided to do inui with this request because i felt like the prompt fit him much better. this is also my first time writing for him, so i’m sorry if this is ass 😭 but thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!! 🫶🏻

pairings: inui seishu x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, vanilla sex, praising, use of pet names (baby, my love), creampie, mentions of after care.

prompt #3: “please kiss me.”

Two whole years.

It had been two whole years since you had started dating your boyfriend Inui. It was honestly hard to believe. Spending almost every moment together was like a dream come true, and you were so glad to have had the opportunity to become his girlfriend all those months ago. He made your life such a happier place when he entered it, and being his girlfriend only made it much better from there.

Today was your anniversary. The both of you had been excited for this day from the moment you realized that it had arrived. 

Inui, being the most amazing boyfriend he was, spent weeks planning your date. It went successfully of course. You both ate at a fine restaurant that was in the center of the city you lived in. It was amazing and the food was divine. Then, once you both finished eating, you returned home to your shared apartment to finish off the evening with some well deserved intimacy. 

It was like he could fall in love with you all over again. He never got tired of the sight of you looking beautiful while he rutted his hips into yours. He honestly thought you deserved something special for your anniversary. He wanted to spoil you even more than he already had throughout the day, and he knew physical intimacy might have been the best gift of all. 

Your fingers intertwined with his. Your eyes were hazy with pleasure, but there was this sense of love that coursed through your veins. He was taking such good care of you. It’s one of the main reasons why you fell for him so long ago. “I-Inui..! It feels so good..!” you gasped, squeezing his hand much tighter now. 

The blonde man above you smiled. Your voice was smooth and soft like honey. He could listen to talk all day. “Yeah..? I’m glad you love it, baby, because you deserve it all..” he used one of his hands to trace the line underneath your jaw, staring admirably at your gorgeous features. Fuck, he realizes every damn day why he loves you. There’s so much to like. He couldn’t pick just one thing. 

His pace was sensual and very tender. He wasn’t going too fast or being rough by any means. He was taking his time with you, and there’s nothing more you enjoyed than that. Sometimes you often prefer a nice and steady pace rather than something rushed. Inui was going to do exactly that with you. You deserved to know that he loved you more than anything else on the planet. You were an angel that was sent from Heaven just for him, and he was going to make sure you were treated with delicacy. 

Inui knew you were getting close. Your whimpers were growing louder and you were starting to become more clingy. You were so stunning. He could honestly marry you. “Gettin’ close, my love?” he looked down at you with a nod. 

You shook your head vigorously. He felt your walls getting tighter and it only gave him more pleasure. “Y-Yes! Fuck.. I need you, Inui!” you whined, placing your arms around his neck.

He leaned down to your level, so your faces were now just inches apart. His heart swelled with love and he could honestly feel himself melting within you. He loved you. Fuck, he loved you so so much. “Please kiss me.” he said, looking at your amazing features that he adored more than anything else. 

You did exactly as he asked. You lifted your head and caught his lips with yours. A sweet kiss was shared between the two of you. It was soft, warm, and overall completely full of love. He never got tired of your sweet lips against his own. 

As you both kissed, he swallowed any moans that escaped from your throat. He’d occasionally swipe his tongue along your bottom lip to tease you. He had to stop himself from biting down the second your cunt clamped down around his cock, squeezing him nice and tight. How cute he thought to himself. 

Inui pulled away to admire your post-orgasm expression. You still looked just as pretty as you did before it. His own high was creeping up on him, so he started to quicken his pace just a bit. He lent you his hand to hold while he made love to you. “Shit.. I’m close..” he groaned. “So beautiful.. fuck, I love you.” 

“I-I love you more, Inui!” you replied, squeezing his hand. 

Several curses left his mouth, but he eventually reached his orgasm. He grunted deeply when his cum began to seep into your womb. You hadn’t expected him to fill you up, but you weren’t opposed by any means. If anything, you craved that feeling. 

Inui then collapsed beside you, pulling your body close to his. You were both sweaty, but the two of you could care less. He kissed the top of your head and smiled to himself at your touch. “Happy Anniversary, princess..” he whispered, running his fingertips along your delicate skin. 

You giggled. “Happy Anniversary, baby.”

[cheolism-archive]

Hiii I recently became a Carat and as an avid fanfic reader, I was wondering if there are any stories you can recommend!! I have no member preference, as long as there is an interesting story (longer the better, if there are chapters even better). And i love me a good smut 👀

hi sweetheart!! first and foremost, i recommend checking out the other authors of svthub. here you'll find a variety of svt writers!!! as of right now we're doing our spring collab, so def check that out!!! note that i only have a few members on here (gyu, joshie, hoshi, kwannie)? i didn't realize until i finished that i only had these four???? idk if this is my subconscious trying to tell me something but i'll continue to ignore it!!!

my personal faves are all reblogged under fic rec, but here's some that have stood out to me since reading~

spoiled by @wonusite ; KMG

"summary: you have never been spoiled, but that changes after you meet the man your mother is going to marry."

it's got four parts and is so fucking disgusting and wonderful it's ridiculous. it's seriously a marvel to humanity tbh and when aliens come and ask for a relic to prove that humans deserve to be spared from their alien wrath, i'll give them these fics <3

acouasm by @angelwoozi ; HJS

"n.) a ringing noise in your head — and it's just three words of promise whispered by yours truly during moments of sorrow, or moments of joy. the whisper also lives in the crevices of your mind during moments of pleasure, when he makes love to you, his true love."

it isn't necessarily long, but it is so fucking sweet and artful? in my tags i described it as truly belonging to the golden hour, and tbh i still stand by it. it's incredibly tender and freya's way with words reminds me of ancient greek and roman statues; there's an era in art called neoclassical, where artists mostly focus on depicting mythos and creatures from greek, roman, and christian lore. like, an angel with outstretched wings, her shawl expanding and wrapping around her, heaven's spotlight surrounding.

to the brim by @toruro ; KMG

"description: all your sweet husband wants is to put a baby into you—is that so bad?"

LISTEN mika writes some of the filthiest shit, i'm not even kidding. idk how her brain comes up with some of this stuff? somehow she KNOWS all of my deepest kinks and secrets and just writes them like they're NOTHING? truly a menace to society and we should all be on our knees thanking her.

bluff and nonsense by @thepixelelf ; KSY

"

“Soonyoung? Yeah I know him, you should too. He’s on the uni’s dance crew, and ever since he joined them, their popularity’s skyrocketed. I’ve met him a few times, great guy — got a tendency to run his mouth but hey, no one’s perfect. He’s smart anyways, probably knows how to deal with the consequences, right?”

or

Soonyoung never thought one bluff could lead to so much nonsense."

this fic fuckign RUINED ME. the others don't have as much plot as this, but even months after reading it still remains one of my favorite fics. i've been meaning to reread it? but i just haven't gotten to it, but i know i'll still feel the heartache and betrayal all over again, it's just that good. like it's so good you can feel the stabbing in your heart and tummy :(

vanilla by @milfgyuu ; HJS

"Summary: Joshua has a secret but perhaps it’s not really a secret at all. Maybe you’ve just refused to see it in an effort to keep your feelings at bay."

probably the dirtiest fic on this list. it's absolutely wild. there was NO preparing for everything in this fic? it's insane. absolutely insane fr. like -- even reading the tags can't prepare you. reader wasn't prepared and i really don't think ANYONE ever could have been.

stay-at-home husband/dad mingyu by @celestiababie

it's what it says! stay at home gyu who is willing to help his darling breadwinner spouse with whatever they need :) it's got multiple parts and such, and it's so cruel that it exists because it'll occupy my thoughts every once in a while and then i just have to stand there thinking about desperate little gyu whining while a teacher is talking. will change your life, 10/10 recommend

pussy sport by @duhnova ; BSK

"synopsis: leave it up to boo seungkwan to almost suffocate between your thighs, eat you out till you’re crying, and to figure out a new kink of his."

when i turn 108 and am getting ready to walk off the edge of the earth, and they ask me my secret to living so long i'll think back to this fic and smile, and then suddenly i'll be brought back to life. it's this serious. every once in a while someone on the svthub server remembers it exists again and goes feral. and i completely fucking agree, we should be going feral over boo seungkwan 24/7. to not be feral over boo seungkwan and this fic is a cardinal sin, and not the sexy kind.

[mangoposts]

Idk why but I feel like the Matt girls who masturbate thinking about Chris like the way he fucks (in our imagination).

Like don't get me wrong, that man is hot asf but there's something in his aura or whatever that radiates freakiness and shit that makes him even more attractive and hot. Idk how to explain it, but yeah.

Matt seems to be more vanilla and delicate but personally I think he could be rough if he wanted to and he'd be great at it. Like I can definitely see him being into spanking, choking, hair pulling and shit. He may not be as freaky as his brothers, but he definitely has some kinks in him, I just know it.

You’re actually SO RIGHT. This is insane like i fully agree 💯

I think that’s why i’m kind of the opposite, literally my brain goes straight to Matt even if i don’t want it to because i picture him to be more my style in that area …. Which is crazy because i thought Chris was but yanno

I agree on Matt being rough sometimes, he definitely has it in him but i think sex is really emotional for Matt so he’d want to put more tenderness into it than anything. But definitely if you piss him off enough it’ll come out

[bath-creek-lake]

Ardowin Ice Cream Shop AU

Lake and Jerry retired and opened a fun and successful novelty ice cream shop.

*A room of Ardowinians talking about their favorite Ice Cream Shop*

"Hey let's go to Lake and Jerry's!"

"Yeah! My favorite flavor is Molten Lava Lake"

"Cool, I like Lemon the Librarian."

"Ooo, I like the Fiasco Espresso!"

"The Johnny Goldfudge is great."

"I wish they would bring back Galentines Day strawberry flavor!"

"The Little KitKat is my go to."

"Nah, Sparrow's Sweet Revenge is better, more crunchy bits in it."

"I am partial to the Ice Cream on a Stick over a pint."

"Isn't that just a pretzel dipped in chocolate?"

"Yeah, and what about it?"

"B3 is sooo good with the Brownie, Brittle, and Bourbon."

"I love the Bane Train: Chunky Chunky, am I right?"

"no one likes you."

*that guy who said "chunky chunky" leaves out of embarrassment*

"Everyone knows The Cherry Bronco Rescue Cream tastes way better"

"Wendy's Horse Tracks is more my speed."

"I'm really happy they figured out how to make grape flavor because The Mother Treat Grape Tenders heals my soul."

"So sad they discontinued Arin's Nine Lives..."

"Yeah they replaced it with The Gildhart's Nougat-tech."

"What was in Arin's Nine Lives again?"

"Gummy fish, chocolate coins, black licorice, banana ice cream, vanilla ice cream, rainbow sprinkles, mint leaves, graham crackers, and peanut butter fudge."

"Yikes."

"They actually didn't discontinue it, they just renamed it The Nine Layers of Hell."

"Sounds about right."

"Poor Arin, I hear those were his favorite flavors."

"Ok, but can we talk about BFB: Banana Fudge Brownie."

"What is that a reference to again, and why is it hot pink?"

"Best Friend Bug, that little gay thing that hangs around Lake."

"Oh yeah!"

*Best Friend Bug peers around the corner to floss and/or hit the gritty."

"Hey! We love you BFB!!!!"

*British accent* "My friends call me William."

"Back to ice cream. A-la-mode-ious Apple Pie is kind of fire tbh."

"In terms of niche references, Delicious Awesome Pastry is baller."

If we are going niche Ish’Kraash: Not So Vanilla, man I could fuck that shit up!"

"The Bedlam Revelers Line is so good, Cherry Pit was my favorite."

"I wish they released the Elo-Quince flavor."

"I'm sad it got killed in production."

"I really love the SAGE of Ardowin flavor it's kind of like the god of all ice cream to be so real."

"Man, I could talk about ice cream all day. I am so glad The Chain Breakers saved the worl-- *gets hit by train*

thank you @whats-paper / @lionel-the-librarian for co-writing this with me!

[eggcompany]

Casgasms 1

After the best day of his life/ the best date of his life Cas finally lets Dean eat him out. Dean does not disappoint. Trans!Castiel.

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Castiel was having the best day of his life. He went on a date to the aquarium, (which he had never been to and oh my GOD he loved it! They spent four hours there) he got to hold his boyfriend’s hand for hours, he got to eat at his favorite diner and got his favorite thing for dinner (a hamburger and a vanilla milkshake and some fries). He was so happy! His boyfriend planned the whole day for their one year anniversary. Dean. Castiel loved him so much.

Castiel didn’t know how or why but they really just fell into each other's laps. Dean being a mechanics student who also had an interest in comics and books, and Castiel who was the computer business nerd who spent all day in the library. They had met and talked for hours about books and comics almost everyday for weeks. Then Dean asked him out and one thing led to another. Dean graduated and started working in the mechanics garage in downtown near the apartment they rent together and Cas works at a little convenience store after class. They matched up perfectly.

Cas was even happier when they got back to their apartment and Dean started kissing him. It started heavy. Dean’s tongue diving into Cas’s willing mouth. Dean shoved Cas against their closed door and crowded close to him. Cas could feel the heat of Dean’s erection even with the layers between them. Then the mechanicals callused wandering hands pushed Cas’s jacket off his shoulders. Cas pulled off Dean’s jacket and shirt.

Dean pulled him to the couch and unbuttoned his shirt enough to pull it off. Cas loves feeling his chest against Dean’s ever since he got his top surgery at the very beginning of their relationship. He didn’t quite like Dean touching his scars as they were still tender but he loves just feeling skin on skin. He loved feeling Dean’s smooth skin against his. Dean’s lack of chest hair made him feel quite good about himself to be honest.

Dean took a minute to kiss and suck at Cas’s collarbones and nip his way down to the edge of Cas’s jeans. He sucked down between Cas’s chest scars and kissed across Cas’s fuzzy tummy and nuzzled into the dark happy trail below. Dean took his belt in his hand and looked Cas in the eyes. “Babe, can I...” Dean trailed off hoping Cas knew what he wanted.

Cas looked at him, god he looked good. Blushing down his chest and breathing heavy. Cas’s eyes were blown big, barely a blue ring showing. He looked ethereal with the way his eyes seemed to glow. Dean loved this man and boy oh boy he wanted Cas to know it.

“What?” Cas said when he caught up on what was happening. Dean was laying on his stomach in between his legs holding onto his belt. Oh. Dean wanted to. Oh. “Uh um I uh yeah. Yeah. Yes Dean.” Cas looked and Dean looked ecstatic.

Dean quickly unbuckled Cas’s belt and pulled it apart to in bottom and unzip Cas’s jeans.

“Are you sure Cas? Cause I dunno if I can stop once I start. Just kick me if you change your mind, babe” Dean said as he undid his own jeans. Just to let the pressure off his own cock.

“Yes Dean. I trust you. I mean I’ve fucked you, it only makes sense for me to let you do this. I’m quite excited already.” Cas said in that serious tone that makes Dean giggle a bit.

Dean quickly pulled Cas’s jeans and his briefs down. Dean was about to comment on the adorable bumble bee pattern on Cas’s briefs but as he pulled them down his breath caught in his throat.

He’d seen Cas’s... bits. They had showered together and changed in front of each other and of course he’s seen cas masturdate but he’d never seen it like this. Never seen it up close.

Cas’s ‘thing’ was... what was Dean supposed to call this anyway.

“Uh Cas what do you want me to uh call this? It? Um...” Dean gestured to the absolute meal in front of him.

“It’s my pussy Dean. I don’t have a lot of bottom dysphoria so... pussy.” Cas said and blushed harder. He never really thought to call it anything else. Cunt was too harsh. Vagina was too… formal. Hole was what he used to call it but he didn’t like that.

Dean looked back at the pussy in front of him.

Perfectly perfect. Dark back hair framed the shining wet folds between. Cas was wet and glistening and pink and fat. God Cas looked so good. Dean only stared for a little bit more before he got to work. He couldn’t hold back.

Dean licked right up the middle of Cas’s pussy. Automatically Cas clamped his thighs together around Dean and moaned loudly.

‘I’m never leaving. This is heaven. Squishy thighs. Fuzzy thighs. Smells good tastes good fuck looks good. Never leaving.’

Cas felt so soft and squishy and warm and he was practically melting on Dean’s tongue. So warm and soft and his lips were squishy against Dean’s face. Dean didn’t mind the hair, not when he could feel Cas throbbing.

Dean thought as he sucked and licked and ate out Cas with vigor. When he sucked on Cas’s clit Cas’s back arched and his hands twisted into Dean’s hair. Dean’s face was soaked. Cas was soaking wet and god he tasted good. Tasted like pure Cas. When Dean twisted his tongue into the throbbing entrance, Cas screamed out a loud groan.

“FUCK! Yes Dean yesyesyesyes fuck fuck yes god yes Dean Dean Dean deandeandeandeandeandean-“ Cas started rambling. Dean just alternates between sucking on Cas’s clit and pushing his tongue into his hot tight heat.

Cas was in heaven. Dean’s stubble was burning his thighs, Dean’s teeth were rubbing against him, he was sucking on his clit, and when he was tongue fucking Cas his nose brushed Cas’s clit.

Cas started to really pull and hold onto Dean’s hair and his thighs tightened around Dean’s head.

“Fuck fuck Deanie! Oh fuck I’m gonna come! Dean I’m gonna come! Fuck fuck I’m soooooo close!” Cas said very loudly and Dean doubled down. He sucked and licked and then he hummed. It felt good when Cas hummed while sucking him off so maybe it would feel good. It did. It felt really did.

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT DEAN!” Cas screamed before he came. Dean was never happier having his hair ripped out of his head. He licked up the pearly white of Cas’s cum. He licked and sucked softly as Cas came down. When Cas’s thighs went lax with the rest of his body and his hands fell from Dean’s head, Dean stopped.

Cas looked so fucked out. It was awesome. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were just barely brimmed with tears, and his face showed pure ecstasy.

Dean sat up so he could jerk his achingly hard cock. It took him a grand total of six strokes to cum. He came on Cas’s thigh and the dark haired man didn’t even notice. Cas was still floating somewhere near Mars.

“Fuck Cas... that was... you are... good. Really good.” Dean said as he sat back on his heels. He tucked his soft cock back in his underwear. He kinda felt bad for Cas. He just laid there naked with his own cum and Dean’s cum drying on him and the insides of his thighs were rubbed raw from Dean’s stubble. Cas looked at Dean.

“I’m wet and cold. But fuck... your gonna have to shave next time. As there will ABSOLUTELY be a next time.” Cas sat up and looked down at himself. He smiled and looked at Dean. Dean smiled back at him and laughed. He laughed and Cas laughed at what they just did.

“Is it romantic of me to say my boyfriend gave me road rash on my puss?” Cas said through his giggles. That threw them both into another laughing fit.

“It’s not that bad! It's mostly on your thighs... okay maybe a little bit but I made you cum so we’re even!” Dean said as he looked at Cas’s crotch. There was a bit of rubbed raw skin on his labia but oh well, he’ll shave next time and buy cas some lotion or something.

“C'mon dude we have to get you cleaned up.” Dean said as he stood up and finished taking his own pants off. Cas looked at him for a moment.

“First of all do not call me dude when your tongue was just inside of me. And secondly, carry me.” Cas made grabby hands at Dean and Dean of course carried his boyfriend like a princess.

“Your fucking heavy.”

“You love me”

“I do”

[stickyglitterwombat]

Cassiel's Servant and Selwyn de Gaunte

So we agree? Sewlyn de Gaunte was completely in love with Joscelin Verreuil.

This man is the most baby gay disaster who ever walked the earth. He is a chaotic little mew mew. He has a one track mind, fighting for the kingdom and Joscelin. Not necessarily in that order. He is down bad. He is politically savvy. He's hot headed and impulsive. He's in love with the most oblivious rule abiding idiot who ever lived, the kind of noble idiot who swore himself to a life of celibacy and service before he even reached thirteen. He's thirsting so bad.

I love him and it's a GODDAMN CRIME that we won't get to see more of him. It's a GODDAMN CRIME that a character this amazing only got to live and breathe for a third of the book because Carey has to respect canon.

His dynamic with Joscelin was SO good. Like, yes please ma'am, Joscelin needs people around him to tell him these things, to be this real and blunt with him. (You can bet that Selwyn would have kicked him into shape in book 2 and avoided the big disaster that is Joscelin's character arc in book 2).

Please ma'am give me more of these two idiots. Few scenes have been as hilarious and sweet as their whole:

Selwyn at the tender age of 12: Say you'd die for me!!! Come one say it!

Joscelin: Of course I'd die for you! Now can you please stop being dramatic for a minute. Sheesh.

It's not even a matter of no homo. It's mostly them being terribly young and Joscelin being horribly oblivious. Even reminiscing as an older man there is no sign of him figuring out what Selwyn's true feelings for him were. Or maybe it's his usual reserve.

(Well. Also a matter of having to respect canon.)

In any case. Selwyn is UP THERE in terms of the people who are important to Joscelin. His grief keeps showing up throughout the whole book.

The fact that the main reason why Joscelin has any understanding of the political games being played at first is because of what he heard from Selwyn.

I am not normal about this.

And don't get me started on the part where Selwyn is a BOTTOM. Given his, ahem, aggressive(ness) flirting, and how much he loves to fight and win against Joscelin...

I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING!

That boy had no business breaking my heart the way he did after Joscelin found him in bed with another boy. Their childhood nemesis no less.

Joscelin being all. "Him?! Of all people, him?! If you were going to break your vows... Why didn't you do it with someone you actually like? You deserve so much better." And Selwyn being all: ".............. Hatefucks! They're fun! Haha! Kinky! Oh yeah."

And Selwyn always calling him "Pretty boy." Which. Sidenote. I love how unconcerned Joscelin is with his appearance and how pretty much everyone he meets who cares about these things is all, "He's pretty. So pretty." It's hilarious to me.

You don't know how badly I need fanfiction for these two. An AU where they get their happy ending.

If only because (among other things) I need Phèdre and Selwyn to meet. The level of chaotic that these two could reach.

(Am I saying that Joscelin has a type? ^_^;)

I mean from the little we see of Selwyn's sex life, he's as unapologetic about what he likes as Phèdre is.

Both Selwyn and Phèdre are canonically bi/pan. And Phèdre is canonically poly. So the three of them working something out is not that farfetched. They could so easily become my new OT3.

I so badly need a scene where, you know, given Phèdre's reputation, and given that she chose Joscelin, Selwyn has this idea of Joscelin as this big kinky dom.

Selwyn: Alright, daddy! My body is ready for you!

Joscelin: ...........

Phèdre: Yeah. No. He's the most vanilla sweet boy who ever vanilla-ed.

Your honour, I am not normal about them.

[connorsui]

Ight my dear imma be fr …i stared at ur masterlist cuz the first fic i found of ur astarion got me feeeeeleiinnggggg aliiitteee in love✨️ …a little like i was bewitched🩷 …like somebody got me with the lovespell and said “yeah u are gonna be mine for the rest of your life” and that's exactly how i felt with the first fic i read off your beautiful blog…and now i come once again to see you released this one ..and all i know so far …✨️

That its gonna hurt me …in the best of ways ..its like getting hit with a mallet but the mallet is so coquettee and so pretty with little sparkles…… . . . and the mallets name? ….

✨️”lovelybluebirdie” ✨️

ANNNYWAYYY LET ME ROLL WITH IT ON THIS FIC CUZ THE ONLY THING I CAN SAY ISS ….. . .comfort …its literal soft sweet endings that we can all just beg for astarion to have… ..cuz lets be fr …the game gave us somewhat of a good ending with him but its not enough to our standard💔💔 ..and this fic …gives me exactly what I would have wanted with this dead cold of a man ..and it makes me wanna roll into a little ball and sob 🙃🙃🙃😭😭

Cuz hes just there ..feeling the soft tingling sensation of our fingers passing through his hair …our touch going straight to his face and caressing it …we give him nothing but tender kisses to his hair and whispered words of affection that the only thing he can do is close his eyes and feel every ounce of solace and reassurance that he dont have to imagine a found of torture happening to him …

He doesnt have to think of anything horrible we will do to him psychologically or physically . . .…its one of those times were he enjoys every minute being with us

And you made me think of that …

GOOODDDSSSSSSS I WAS TRYING TO IMAGINE THE PURE JOY BUT ITS THE JOY WITH THE SAD …BUT ITS THAT TYPE OF SAD THAT MAKES YOU THINK ‘YEAH IT WAS GREAT IT WAS WELL DESERVED” …i cant - … my beloved my dear writer ..im in shambles

You have me thinking nothing but him in ur vers with this vanilla auroma around my room

A little novelty

Astarion x gn!Reader [AO3]

You let the brush run slowly through Astarion’s curls. The soft bristles massage his scalp in a pleasant rhythm.

You two sit alone by the fire at the camp you made for the night, since your other companions already left to their tents after an exhausting day of marching through dense fields and fighting hostile creatures.

Another gentle stroke and the movement of your brush comes to a stop. Instead, your fingers start to twist his curls. 

Astarion wouldn’t let anyone else touch his precious hair, but you’re an exception. Not only when it comes to touching him, he thinks, but with many things these days.

The whole sensation is still a little novel to him. 

Your touch is fond, without malicious intent or solely from demand, unlike most he has experienced in the past. 

You’re… simply touching him. Because you want to. Because you love him. And he wants it too.

The thought brings a smile to his lips.

You can't see it though, since he rests comfortably between your legs with his back turned to you, a book in his hands that he probably stopped reading about half an hour ago, while you’re sitting a little higher up on a log, an empty wine bottle at your feet. 

Astarion feels your breath against his neck, followed by a soft kiss on his cold skin.

“I think your hair’s done, my love,” you say and let your fingers run through it once more, tousling the strands you've just combed so neatly. 

Astarion shifts a little closer and rests his head on your lap so he can look up at your face.

You smile as your gaze meets his and bend down to kiss him again, on his forehead this time.

Astarion's ears grow warm from your touch. 

He puts the book aside and grasps your hands to pull you in a loving embrace, folding your arms on his chest.

You press another tender kiss to his hair and whisper words of affection to him. 

Astarion closes his eyes and sighs content, savouring your touch, your voice.

Evenings like these become more frequent in time: Your hands forming circles through his hair, him reading you a story from a book he found in an old cellar, you offering a massage to his tense shoulders after a tedious hike. 

Sometimes you'd share some banter over the ridiculous things that happened to you that day, mocking the enemies you defeated while carefully tending to your wounds and imagining what else might await you further along your journey.

Other times you’d sit in silence, listening to the sound of crackling wood with a steaming cup of camomile tea in your hands, before you’d eventually spend the night in each other's presence, Astarion relishing your warmth on his body.

Being close to someone remains a new sensation, yes, but it’s also rather nice, Astarion notices, and he enjoys exploring this little novelty with you.