#column curved radiators

[peachdues]

grinding against each other like sluts

For a moment, you remain like that, your body pressed flush to his as you gasp and grind against each other, your kisses little more than a desperate clash of lips and teeth and tongue. Sanemi is the first to break away, his mouth trailing hotly down the column of your throat.

One arm stretches up the length of your back, his broad hand curling around your shoulder, as the arm locked around your waist tightens. His hold on you sufficiently sturdy, Sanemi forces you to grind harder against him, his teeth nipping across your collarbone as you whimper above him.

The ache between your legs is sharper, more intense than usual; closer to a burning throb than the mere flicker of desire.

The hand he’d kept on your shoulder slides down your back, his fingers dragging teasingly along your spine, until he reaches the waistband of your shorts. He snaps it once, twice, savoring your little jolts each time the elastic bites at your skin, before he pushes below it to grip your bare ass.

Your fingers fly to his hair as he fondles the plush curve of you in his hand, his fingers alternating between gentle massages and rough squeezes. Each pleading little mewl that slips past your lips only drives him wilder with need, his cock throbbing where it strains against the seat of his pants.

He sucks a bruise into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. He will not give in; not yet, not before you beg him for what he’s been itching to give you for the last week.

With a fierce whine, you circle your own hips, unsuccessfully trying to maneuver his hand away. Your own hand drops from his hair to cup his jaw as you pant against his ear.

He hides his smirk against your collar bone. “You got somewhere you want me to be, Y/N?” He croons, bucking harshly into your clothed center. His fingers dip to the crease between your ass and the top of your thigh, playing dangerously close to where he knows you need him most.

He can feel the heat radiating from you, beckoning him to closer, a beacon meant only for him. “You just gotta ask, Princess. I’m right here waitin’.”

*points* WHORES

@selkiipon I was inspired by ur art once again

[kingkatsuki]

— appreciative

I just know quickies are IMPOSSIBLE with Togame, okay?

Pairing: Togame Jou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dirty talk, assplay, spit, spanking, mirror sex, creampie, not proofread.

Word Count: 2.4k.

“We don’t have time.” You mutter when you feel Togame’s arms circle around your waist inside your tiny bathroom, his lips quick to pepper kisses against the curve of your jaw as you try to shrug your shoulder and tilt your head to the side to avoid his assault, “You’re the one that planned this dinner.”

“What’s the rush, sweetheart?” Togame drawls, his fingers already finding their way beneath the hem of your skirt as you’re forced to decide on whether to block his hands from reaching their destination or his lips from ruining your freshly applied lipgloss, “We don’t have to be there for at least another thirty.”

“You and I both know you can not be quick.” You glare at him through the bathroom mirror as he hides his smirk against the column of your neck, teeth pinching the supple skin as you fight the urge to angle your head to give him more space.

“I thought you enjoyed how much time I put into pleasing you, sweetheart,” Togame murmured, taking the opportunity to delve beneath the short hem of your skirt.

“That’s why we need at least an hour.” You huff, placing your tube of lipgloss on the counter as you hold onto the surface in an attempt to push back and escape his clutches.

“You should be glad I’m not a two-pump chump,” He laughs at his joke, strong arms tightening around your frame as he pins you against the counter, “It seems like a waste if I don’t have time to appreciate you.”

“You can appreciate me when we get home later,” You scoff, trying to ignore the slender fingers that now trace against the delicate lace of your panties.

“That’s way too long when I need you right now.” Each word that leaves his lips is articulate and thoughtful. His lips smooth over every syllable as he speaks them slowly and with purpose.

Togame catches you by surprise as he cups your sex, feeling the heat radiate through the flimsy fabric of your panties as you find yourself grinding against him. The curve of your ass presses against his crotch as you feel his want and desire for you. The rough press of his bulge is firm and constant as your body betrays you, chipping away at your restraint as you find yourself grinding back against him. The friction pulls a deep, raspy groan from the back of his throat as he reaches up to palm one of your clothed breasts.

“Fuck,” He hums, already feeling your resolve dissolve into nothing as he lets his fingers slip beneath the damp fabric, parting your folds as he drags thick digits through your messy slick.

“Jou,” You try again, but it’s futile. The sound leaves your lips in more of a moan than a command, the final nail in your coffin as he finds your puffy clit.

“There you go,” He hums, circling it with purpose as you continue to rock your ass against the bulge beneath his sweatpants, “Knew you wanted it, sweetheart. Look at you—”

He meets your gaze in the mirror and it’s debauched, his lazy eyes stare back at you as he mouths your pulse point. His tongue salves the skin as you feel your palms tighten against the side of the counter.

“Five minutes.” You offer to placate him, pretending that it’s not the unbridled desire that ebbs away at your resolve or the way Togame’s fingers press against your clit so meticulously.

He already knows he’s won.

“Whatever you say, baby.” He coos, pressing a kiss to the curve of your neck before he steps back to move onto his knees.

“Jou, you literally just said five minutes—”

“You said.” He hums, dragging your panties down with him as he settles himself behind you.

“This won’t take five minutes.” You don’t even listen to his rebuttal as you rant, “You said you— oh,”

Togame makes you forget everything in an instant as he holds your upper thighs, his calloused thumbs spread your ass apart as he licks a long swipe through your messy folds. The words catch on your tongue as you arch your back, giving him more space as he drags his tongue from your fluttering hole to your clit, flicking it gently as you writhe against the counter.

“Fuck,” You whine as the lewd sounds fill the small bathroom, echoing off the walls as he slurps at your cunt. His pace is firm and constant as he dips the tip of his tongue inside you, lashing against your inner walls as all you can do is grind yourself against his face.

“I could do this for hours.” He goads, positive he’s trying to get a rise from you whilst at the same time Togame has proved the statement to be true. You’ve lost count of the number of times the man had you coming undone on his tongue, the time spent taking such meticulous care of you as he made a mess of you.

“Well, you have four minutes now—” You break off into another sultry moan when he lay the flat of his tongue against your needy clit, moving his hands to the fat of your ass to open you up more for him.

“You talk too much, sweetheart.” Togame grins, and before you have a chance to shoot back a cocky retort he closes his lips around your sensitive clit and sucks hard, “Turn that pretty little head off and stop thinkin’.”

Your legs buckle at the motion, thankful to Togame’s strong hands for keeping you pinned against the counter as you lean forward onto your forearms. Your forehead is almost pressed against the mirror as you feel the pressure inside you continue to grow, chipping away at any final embers of restraint that burned inside you before Togame turned them to ash.

“Oh, fuck.” You gasp when Togame pushes two fingers inside you without warning. The sudden stretch has you bucking your hips as he immediately curls them towards the spot he knows better than the back of his hand. Focusing his ministrations as he lashes his tongue against your needy clit, “I’m gonna cum.”

You warn him, but Togame already knows. With the way you tremble around him to the way your thighs quiver as you struggle to stand, keeping his pace as he pumps his fingers with precision and his tongue remains constant against your clit.

Togame hums softly, the vibrations pulsing around the sensitive nub and it’s all it takes for the dam inside you to rupture as you swan dive directly into bliss. A desperate, elongated cry of his name leaves your lips as he helps you ride out your release. His fingers maintain their consistent pace as he presses a few more lingering kisses to your clit, lapping up the mess he made as he tastes you on his tongue. Thoroughly satisfied with your response as he pulls out of your fluttering hole, greedily sucking his fingers between his lips to clean them of your essence as he moves to stand.

You want nothing more than to wipe the cocky smirk off his face when you look up at him through your reflection in the mirror, feeling a wetness against your skin as he wipes his spit-soaked fingers against your ass.

But before you even have a second to turn your head to tell him off he’s already canting his hips forward to bury his hard cock inside your warm, wet hole.

The words you want to say catch on the tip of your tongue as you feel impossibly full. The stretch creates a pleasurable ache that resonates in your pelvis as you feel his blunt cockhead graze your cervix, the position gives him the perfect chance to feel every inch of you as he flexes his hands on your hips. Reaching down to give your ass a playful swat before starting a languid pace with absolutely no sense of urgency.

“Jou,” You whine, barely able to hold your head up as you meet his gaze in your reflection, “Hurry up.”

“There’s no sense wasting an opportunity when I’ve got you like this, babe,” He drawls, “I mean, look how pretty you look.”

He keeps your skirt bunched at your hips so he can see his cock disappear inside your greedy hole, the length glistening with your slick as he continues fucking into you. He’d spend every waking second of the day buried inside your tight heat if he could, certain nothing could ever compare to the sensation of you clamping down around him.

“We’re definitely gonna be late.” You mention the time again, and it has Togame locking his jaw in irritation as he slows his pace even more.

“Yeah, but now you’re suitably fucked.” You have no idea how he manages to exercise such restraint as he keeps his slow, steady pace. Each forward motion is pronounced with a rough rut of his hips to ensure his tip hits as deep as possible every time.

“You’ve got the most perfect pussy,” Togame groans, snapping his hips forward to bury himself inside you to the hilt before stilling, just to feel the way your walls clench around him, “She sucks me in every time.”

It’s practically torture when he pauses, your body craving that euphoria of relief as you begin to grind your hips back into him. Setting a steady pace as you push back from the counter to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” Togame grunts as he watches you use his cock for your own pleasure. Backing yourself up on his length as he curves his back to watch you do all the work, marvelling at the way your ass bounces against his hips with each messy thrust.

“Jou,” You whine as you look at your reflection to see him shamelessly staring down at where your bodies are connected as though he’s found the meaning to life itself, “Move.”

“So bossy,” He pretends to sigh before taking hold of your hips as he starts a rough pace. Calloused pads dig into your skin as he fucks into you with vigour, a pace foreign to him outside these intimate moments as Togame works you towards your climax.

You try to meet his movements, but it’s all in vain as you’re pressed harder against the counter. Your thighs dig into the hard surface uncomfortably, but you disregard the ache in favour of the harsh throb of pleasure that builds in your pelvis. Your forehead is pressed against the cool glass as he can’t resist sliding his hand against your ass to thumb at your fluttering asshole.

“You gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” Togame hums, leaning forward to spit on your asshole as the thick glob lands on your coccyx. His thumb is quick to catch it as he smears it against you, pressing the pad of his finger against your rim to test the resistance. His lips curl into a smug grin as he watches you take him to the first knuckle as he hooks his thumb inside you. The stretch only heightens your pleasure as you feel the coil inside you close to snapping, your toes curl against the cool tile as you find yourself dancing on the edge of your release, “You always get close when I shove a finger on your ass.”

Togame’s words are so blunt and crude that they have a sultry whine spilling from your lips as you clamp down around him. You chance a glance at him and see his throat on full display as he throws his head back in sheer pleasure.

“Oh, you clenched so hard when I said that baby— fuck.” He groans, his balls hot and heavy as they knock against your clit with each forward motion.

You can’t hold back as you find yourself finally surrendering to the white-hot pleasure that courses through you. Crying out his name as you tumble headfirst into your bliss, trying to blink back the tears that gather in your lashes so you can watch Togame through the reflection.

“Shit, baby— that’s it,” He uncharacteristically rambles as he watches you come undone. Both your holes clamp down around him roughly as he has to fight to drag his cock in and out of your stretched hole, “Cum on my cock.”

It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts before Togame is following you into euphoria. Burying himself inside you to the hilt as he pumps wet, hot spurts of cum inside your eager hole, filling you to the brim as he stays buried inside you.

You whine when he finally pulls out, his half-hard cock still wet and heady as he leans over your body to press a sloppy kiss against your cheek. The other is still pressed against the cool mirror as the pleasure still makes you dumb, a pleasurable fire burns between your thighs from the feel of him stretching you out and it’s enough to make you whine when Togame presses another lingering kiss against the curve of your lips, tilting your head for him to give you another as he laughs softly. The wetness of his cock leaves streaks against your ass as he shamelessly lets it droop on top of you.

“You said you’d be quick,” You murmur as you feel Togame’s cum slowly start to drool from your spent hole and trickle down your inner thighs, “That was not five minutes.”

“There’s no way in this world that I could ever appreciate you in just five minutes, baby,” Togame grins, giving your ass a playful smack as more of his cum leaks from your hole, “What’s the rush?”

“We’ve definitely missed dinner.” You glare at your boyfriend as he helps you stand back upright, his chest tight against you as he nuzzles your neck softly.

“So now I have all the time in the world to appreciate you some more?”

[dandelions-143]

Somnophelia - Changbin

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 3050

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Somnophilia, Detailed descriptions of sexual acts, Mature language

No summary just smut under the cut

Changbin exhaled deeply as he quietly entered his apartment, the tension from his long day slowly melting away. The space was enveloped in darkness, save for the soft, welcoming glow of the kitchen light you had thoughtfully left on. It was a small gesture, but one that never failed to warm his heart, knowing you cared enough to ensure he didn't come home to complete darkness.

Despite having your own place, you had made it a habit to visit on his busiest days, filling his home with warmth and care. The enticing aroma of a home-cooked meal lingered in the air, a testament to your presence. Changbin's lips curved into a tender smile, his chest swelling with affection at the thought of you. After two grueling days of intense rehearsals, his body ached for rest, but his heart yearned for your embrace even more.

Navigating through the familiar space, Changbin resisted the urge to flood the apartment with light, preserving the tranquil atmosphere. He made his way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of his belongings in the hallway. As the hot water cascaded over his tired muscles, he felt the day's stress begin to dissipate. Emerging from the steam-filled room, he didn't bother with clothes, his skin still warm and damp from the shower.

As he entered his bedroom, Changbin's breath caught in his throat. There you were, a vision of serenity, peacefully asleep in the center of his bed. The soft moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a ethereal glow on your features, making his heart flutter. A wave of tenderness washed over him, mingling with a deep sense of contentment.

With the utmost care, Changbin gently lifted the covers and slipped into bed beside you. He moved with deliberate slowness, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber. As he settled in, he couldn't resist the urge to be close to you. With feather-light touches, he draped his arm over your waist, relishing the warmth of your body against his. The familiar scent of your hair filled his senses, and he found himself relaxing completely for the first time in days. In that moment, with you in his arms, Changbin felt truly at home.

He pressed his body flush against yours, feeling the silky fabric of your nightie caress his skin. The softness of the material against his chest and the warmth radiating from your body sent a shiver of pleasure straight to his cock. As he watched your chest rise and fall in peaceful slumber, he felt his arousal slowly begin to build, a delicious tension coiling low in his abdomen.

Changbin's breath caught in his throat as he admired your sleeping form, drinking in every detail. The gentle curve of your neck, the soft pout of your lips, the way your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks - each feature only intensified his growing desire. The thought of you waking up to the feel of him buried deep inside you made his heart pound in his chest and his cock twitch with need. Unable to resist, he trailed his fingers lightly along your arm, marveling at the silky smoothness of your skin. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch, and he had to bite back a groan of appreciation.

The temptation to wake you with gentle kisses was overwhelming. He imagined trailing his lips along the column of your throat, across your collarbone, down to the swell of your pretty breasts. But he held back, content for now to simply bask in your presence and the intimacy of the moment. His eyes traced the outline of your body beneath the thin fabric of your nightie, his imagination running wild with thoughts of what lay beneath.

"So soft and beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely audible even in the quiet of the room. Unable to resist any longer, his lips found the curve of your neck, pressing a kiss there as tenderly as he could. The taste of your skin on his lips sent a jolt of electricity through his body, his arousal intensifying tenfold. Thoughts of waking you with his body pressed against yours flooded his mind even more. Him driving into you slowly while his lips were wrapped around one of your pert little nipples, each scenario more enticing than the last.

Changbin's self-control was rapidly waning, his desire for you growing stronger with each passing second. The gentle rise and fall of your chest, the soft warmth of your breath, the intoxicating scent of your skin - it was all becoming too much to bear. He knew he should let you sleep, but the temptation to wake you, to feel your body respond to his touch, was becoming unbearable. With a shaky breath, he nuzzled closer, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he debated his next move.

His hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, slid down your side. His fingers traced the curve of your hip, feeling the dip of your waist and the swell of your thigh through the thin fabric. He pressed his lips to your shoulder, letting them linger there as he breathed in your scent. The warmth of his breath against your skin sent a visible shiver through your body, causing you to stir slightly in your sleep. Changbin froze, his heart racing in his chest. He was torn between his burning desire and the fear of waking you, every muscle in his body tense as he waited with bated breath to see if your eyes would flutter open.

Your eyes remained closed, your breathing steady. Changbin felt a mix of relief and disappointment wash over him. He gently tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer as he tried to calm his racing heart and the desire coursing through his veins. The warmth of your body only making his cock grow painfully harder.

He couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly you fit in his arms, how right it felt to have you here in his bed. Despite his exhaustion from the long days of rehearsals, Changbin found himself wide awake, drinking in every detail of this moment. Your soft breathing, the subtle scent of your lavender shampoo, the silky smoothness of your skin – it all combined to create a sense of peace and arousal that only you could evoke in him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, letting your scent intoxicate him further.

Changbin's fingers twitched with the urge to explore further. Unable to stop himself, he allowed his fingertips to lightly travel over the swell of your soft breast. He could see and feel your nipples harden beneath the thin fabric that covered them, the sight making his mouth water. He licked his lips, his breathing becoming slightly labored as he kept moving his fingers down over the gentle curve of your stomach. His hand slipped beneath the sheets, seeking out the warmth between your thighs. The silky fabric of your nightgown bunched up as his hand moved lower, revealing more of your smooth skin to his hungry gaze.

His fingers gently brushed against your most intimate area, the heat emanating from your core making him dizzy with want. A soft, breathy moan escaped your lips in your sleep, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. Changbin's breath hitched, his arousal intensifying to an almost painful degree. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes filled with a potent mixture of love and hunger as he watched your pretty face. You moved ever so slightly, turning your head a bit, your lips parting slightly, but remained completely asleep. As his eyes lingered on your lips he imagined what you would think if you woke to his cock sliding in and out of those pretty soft lips of yours. The sight of you, so vulnerable and trusting in your slumber, made his heart swell with affection even as desire burned through his veins.

Changbin's resolve crumbled the moment he felt your warmth and wetness against his fingertips. "Jesus," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. He brought his wet fingers to his lips and sucked off your lingering juices. Changbin held back a guttural moan at the sweet taste of you. Slowly, carefully, he moved over you to settle between your thighs, his movements deliberate to avoid waking you. His hands, slightly trembling with anticipation, pushed the fabric of your silk nightgown up and over your breasts, exposing your body inch by tantalizing inch. The moonlight streaming through the window bathed your skin in a pale glow, making you look like a dream come to life. Changbin leaned down, his lips hovering just above your skin as he kissed up the valley between your breasts. He could feel the rapid beating of your heart beneath his lips, matching the frantic rhythm of his own.

Unable to resist any longer, he moved his mouth over to one breast, taking your hardened nipple between his lips. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teasing and tasting, eliciting another soft moan from your sleeping form. The sound sent a shudder of pleasure through him, his own arousal pressing insistently against your thigh. Changbin's heart raced as he felt your body responding to his touch, even in your unconscious state. It was intoxicating, addictive, and he couldn't get enough. He trailed his kisses lower, his lips leaving a burning path down your stomach. His tongue dipped into your navel, tasting the salt on your skin, before he inched closer to your center, drawn by an irresistible pull.

Changbin's tongue darted out, tasting you as he placed a gentle kiss on your inner thigh. Your scent filled his senses, driving him wild with need. He couldn't resist any longer, his mouth descending upon your core as he began to worship you with his lips and tongue. The warmth of his breath against your sensitive skin sent shivers through your body, even in your peaceful slumber.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring every fold with passionate fervor. He traced slow, deliberate circles around your most anwollen clit, alternating between gentle flicks and long, languid strokes. Your body responded instinctively, your hips arching slightly to meet his eager mouth. Changbin's strong hands gripped your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he held you steady. He continued his sensual assault, determined to bring you pleasure.

As your consciousness slowly returned, a mix of confusion and pleasure washed over you. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of the bedroom. You found Changbin between your thighs, his dark eyes meeting yours with a mix of desire and adoration. His hair was tousled, lips glistening in the moonlight. A soft gasp escaped your lips as the realization of what was happening fully hit you, your body already responding to his expert touch. “Changbin..” you began but you were cut off by his lips sucking gently on you throbbing clit.

Your breath caught in your throat as you locked eyes with Changbin, his gaze intense and filled with unbridled desire. The initial shock quickly gave way to a flood of arousal, your body responding eagerly to his touch. Without breaking eye contact, Changbin's tongue flicked against your sensitive bud, drawing a soft moan from your lips as pleasure coursed through your veins. The sight of him between your legs, combined with the sensation of his skilled mouth, sent waves of heat through your body. “Changbin..” his name on your lips nearly made him melt right there between your spread thighs.

You instantly reached for him, wanting to touch the man you loved. Your fingers grazed over his face, feeling the slight stubble on his cheeks before moving to his dark, curly hair, tangling in the soft strands. The texture of his hair against your fingertips grounded you in the moment. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to his eager mouth, a breathy moan escaping your lips. "Changbin," you whispered again, your voice thick with desire, "You feel so good." His response was a low, appreciative groan that sent vibrations through your core, intensifying the pleasure building within you.

Changbin's hands slid up your body, caressing every curve as he moved to hover over you. His skin was warm against yours, his muscular frame pressing you gently into the mattress. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips, pouring all his longing and desire into it. The kiss was deep and sensual, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same fervor he had shown lower. As he pulled away, he gazed into your eyes, his voice husky with need as he whispered, "You taste so fucking good, y/n.”

Changbin pushed his hips forward, rubbing his throbbing length against your slick entrance. The feeling of his hardness against you made you gasp, your body aching for more contact. His eyes locked with yours, silently seeking permission as he positioned himself. You nodded, your body trembling with anticipation, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, Changbin buried himself inside you. The stretch and fullness as he entered you drew a long, low moan from both of you.

He stilled for a moment, savoring the feeling of being completely connected with you. "You feel so perfect," he breathed against your neck, his hips beginning to move in a gentle rhythm that quickly ignited the passion between you both. The drag of him inside you sent sparks of pleasure through your body with each movement.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him deeper as the pleasure intensified. You could feel the flex of his muscles beneath your hands with each thrust. Changbin's movements became more forceful, his breathing ragged against your skin. The room filled with the sounds of your shared passion, soft moans and whispered endearments mingling in the air. The headboard began to tap lightly against the wall as he fucked you.

Changbin decided to change the position, wanting to explore new angles of pleasure. He moved to sit up on his knees, still inside you as he pulled your leg up to drape over one of his shoulders. The new position allowed him to penetrate even deeper, hitting spots that made you see stars. “Thats it baby, take me deeper.” Changbins voice was darkened with desire. His eyes watched intently as he moved in and out of you, mesmerized by the sight of your pink pussy taking his now glistening cock so easily. His hands gripped your thigh tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he increased his pace. The new angle allowed him to hit deeper, eliciting a series of breathless moans from your lips. “You’re doing so well, baby.” His eyes met yours as he talked you through it. His gentle words mixed with his hard thrusts only making you want him more.

He peppered kisses and soft bites over the sensitive skin of your leg, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure. His teeth grazed against your calf, sending shivers down your spine as he continued his relentless pace. The combination of his deep thrusts and the gentle nips on your skin pushed you closer to the edge, your body trembling with each wave of pleasure. You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter with each passing moment, as Changbin's movements became more urgent and passionate.

He looked incredibly sexy with his large muscles shining slightly with the thin layer of sweat he had worked up. The moonlight accentuated the definition of his large chest as he moved above you. His eyes moved from where you were joined to meet your gaze, dark with desire and emotion. "I'm so close, y/n," he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. His words sent a shiver of anticipation through you, your body tightening around him in response. "Me too, baby," you breathed, your hands reaching up to caress his face, tracing his strong jawline. "Let go for me." Your encouragement was all Changbin needed, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his release.

With a final, powerful thrust, Changbin pulled out, his hand moving rapidly as he pumped himself. His other hand slid thick fingers inside you, curling to hit your most sensitive spot as he worked you both towards climax. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing you over the edge. You came in unison, his body shuddering as he reached his peak. Hot streams spilled over your lower stomach, the warmth a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. The intensity of his release triggered your own, waves of pleasure washing over you as you clung to him, your bodies trembling together. Your vision blurred at the edges, overcome by the intensity of your orgasm.

As the aftershocks subsided, Changbin gently lowered your leg and collapsed beside you, pulling you close to his chest. You could feel his heart racing, matching the rapid beat of your own. He pressed tender kisses to your forehead, his lips lingering as he caught his breath. The room was quiet now, filled only with the sound of your synchronized breathing as you basked in the afterglow of your passionate reunion.

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[dmitriene]

THOUGHTS ABOUT SIMON LETTING HIMSELF BE DOMINATED BY YOU.

cw: tooth rotting fluff, comfort as well as emotional, pure smut, established relationship, male and female anatomy, kind of dom and sub energy, ooc simon because of his description maybe, overstimulation, mentions of previous orgasms, p in v, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, emotional sex, creampie, crying after orgasm and from intense feelings, pet names, praising, aftercare, tiny bit of cockwarming, vulnerability. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

there's something exhilarating about watching simon not in his usual reserved and tense stance, but in his relaxed face and dark eyes rolling with pleasure, at the muscles limp under your gentle palms, covered in sweat and a light layer of fat that has come with the years.

to be able to give him a gift of relaxation, to turn this man underneath you into an absolute putty in your hands, from which you can mold anything, while he accompanies you with gentle, burning eyes and a chants of your name from his slightly chapped lips.

your shared bedroom is dimly lit, a small lamp somewhere on the bedside table, barely glowing with a yellowish light, now half covered by your underwear, as squelching sounds waft through the air, coming from a source reflected on the wall by two dark silhouette shadows.

simon's grip on your waist tightens, his fingers and short, groomed nails dig into your flesh just slightly as you straddle him with a primal hunger, the friction between your wet, engorged cunt and his pulsating, meaty cock ignites a fiery sensation that courses through your body in sparks that go down to your belly and make you even more wet.

his head tilts back on it's own, exposing the column of his neck and bulging veins, as a guttural moan escapes his lips with bobbing of his adam's apple, the sound reverberates through the room, filled with a raw, animalistic desire that matches the fervor in his brown eyes.

calloused, wide palms roam your body, exploring every curve and crevice with a possessive urgency to squeeze and touch, fingers graze over the swell of your breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks, twisting gently in tandem with your soft, airy whines, while others trail down your spine, leaving a trail of burning fire in their wake, the one that caress you gently, without burning to ashes.

you can feel the power radiating from simon, his muscles taut and ready beneath you, the scent of sweat and arousal that fills the air, mingling with the musk of your bodies, the power of being able to be dominated, laying down there absolutely pliant, at your mercy.

with each movement of your hips, you can feel the throb of his cock, how deliciously his fat tip knocks against your spongy spot and gets you high on pleasure, making you mewl deliciously, thick girth stretches your cunt to accommodate him, to let your pulsing, tight walls milk him dry to all his worth, turning him more delirious with each thrust.

as you continue to ride him with an unyielding determination, your slick walls milking his cock for every drop, a feral, guttural growl escapes his lips — “slow.. s-slow down, darling, f-fuck!„ his slightly wet, brown eyes narrow with a mixture of pleasure and desperation, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass, attempting to slow your relentless pace.

but you don't slow your movements, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs reverberates in the room louder, punctuating the raw intensity of your coupling, the mixture of your fluids, a blend of milky cum and clear slick, coats your folds and his girth, creating a slippery mess that heightens the friction between you.

his cock, once proudly pink and erect, now appears red and angry, the veins pulsating with the force of his previous releases, the short, trimmed hair at the base of his cock is soaked with the evidence of your passion, adding to the primal allure of the scene, his light, scarred skin coated in sweat and bright red marks, muscles hardening before getting limp again, eyes glistening in the dim light, looking just on you.

with each downward thrust, his cock reach deeper, swollen and throbbing with need, pressing against your cervix to knock out your breath and thrusting with each your movement, which only speeds up, making his eyes whiten as he rolls them at the back of his skull, your hips roll faster with each smack of your bare flesh against his, skin jiggling, letting him find on what to hold when his toes curl and spine arches, making you coo.

— “too much for you, pretty boy? gonna cum? fill me, ha — ahh, again?„

simon's dark eyes snap open as your coos of pleasure reach his ears, locked onto your form, his grip on your flesh tightening to the point of pain, fingers spread your asscheeks, exposing every inch of your heated core to the air, while his hands slide to roam your hips, groping the softness and guiding your movements unintentionally.

in response, your cunt clenches around his swollen, bulbous shaft, pulsing with a rhythm that matches the beat of his own pounding heart, the sensation drives him to the brink of madness, his chest rumbling with growls and hoarse moans, his eyes locked onto yours with a predatory intensity, pale lips opened in an «o» shape just so he would be able to babble incoherent pleas with furrowed, thick brows and glinting, fiery gaze — “let.. let me cum, love, just — hnng, let me cum„

his words reach your ears, and with a slight grin and a small grunt, with sudden surge of strength, you stand up slightly, hovering on the tip of his cock that remains nestled inside your dripping hole, and then, with a raw, desperate need, you slam yourself down, taking him to the hilt.

the forceful impact sends a jolt of pleasure through your bodies, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room, mingling with your loud moan singsongs that leave your throat with tingling sensation.

his fat, bobbing upward cock slams against your cervix, causing a white hot wave of sensation to ripple through you, and a strangled, pitiful whiny moan escapes his lips — “ahn! f — fucking hell, love!„ as he shudders beneath you, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through his veins, making his wide frame tremble and his thighs shook beneath you.

his grip on your ass tightens to the point of bruising, leaving marks of his possession as red imprints, and as his body trembles against yours, you can feel how the base of his cock throb with an insatiable need, aching to paint your insides with his cum again, stuff you full of his potent seed as his cock nestles against your cervix and you plop on him down with each jiggle of your ass and his thrust upwards, broad hips bucking into your sloppy pussy till you clamp on him and he cries out.

simon's body tenses beneath you, his muscles rippling with the strain of his impending release, with a few desperate thrusts of your own, you slow your movements, rolling your hips softly as your cunt clamps around his cock, the sensation triggers a powerful climax within you, causing your body to arch slightly, your grip on his shoulders tightening to the point of bruising, nails digging in his shoulders, whimpering mewls spill back and forth around the room, soaking into the walls of your shared bedroom.

your walls pulsate and contract around him, milking him for every drop of pleasure, and as the intensity of your orgasm triggers his own release, his whole shaft throbbing painfully as his tip spurts forth watery, milky seed, the hot rush of his cum floods your insides, mixing with your own slick and cum, coating your folds and his pelvis in a sticky mess.

his spine arches and his hips buck uncontrollably, a strangled whine escapes his trembling lips, the overwhelming sensation, coupled with the tight, vice like grip of your walls elicits a response that borders on overstimulation, his eyes well up with tears, a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability, as he sobs shakily, still caught in the throes of his release, clear tears drip down his flushed cheeks, pupils blown wide and looking at you through blurred haze, not registering your breathy words until you lean towards his face as gently as possible.

—“hey, hey, si.. simon? come on, shh, it's alright.. it's alright, baby„

your words are a gentle, melodious baritone that caressing his ears and bringing him out of his trance, and his eyes meet yours again, a gentle coo escaping your lips, as with a tender touch, you cup his face, your fingers tracing the lines of his cheekbones, wiping away all wetness, and your lips hover against his to meet in a gentle kiss, a soft press of warmth and intimacy.

as your lips move against his, he gasps, a choked sound muffled by the kiss, his body relaxes into the sheets beneath him, surrendering to the sensations that wash over him, a fuzzy haze envelops simon, his muscles going limp under your touch, letting go, as you gaze at him through fluttering eyelashes and purr at him softly, sound that morphs with the sound of your kisses

— “yeah, just like that, good boy.. doing so amazingly for me, si„

your hands trail down to his neck and shoulders, fingers gliding over flushed, sweaty skin with tender care, the massaging motions elicit a sense of relief, easing the tension that had built up within him so suddenly, his eyes flutter, almost closing as he succumbs to the soothing sensations, his pulse getting calmer by the second in time with his puffing chest.

it takes time for the both of you to find solace in each other's arms, your breaths gradually slowing down in unison, your chests press together, the rhythmic rise and fall creating a soothing cadence as the sweaty skin collides together.

your hands continue their gentle motions, now stroking his sweaty, dirty blonde hair with a tenderness that belies the roughness of the previous encounter, soft lips pepper his face, leaving feather light kisses upon the scars that mark his skin.

with a shaky strength, simon finds the will to wrap his arms around your body, his hands curling against your lower back, the touch is gentle, his fingers caressing the flesh they come into contact with, as he buries himself in the crook of your shoulder, seeking comfort and solace in your embrace, as he confesses his small need in hushed murmurs

— “need to.. stay like this for a while, love, just a bit..„

a softest giggle escapes your lips at his words, the sound carrying a hint of amusement and tenderness, coming with quiet — “as long as you need, si..„ your fingers continue their gentle exploration, combing through the short strands of hair at the back of his flushed neck.

with a gentle tug, you elicit a contented purr from him, the vibrations resonating against your skin, his warm breath cascades over your shoulder, a comforting sensation that sends shivers down your spine.

he leaves a gentle kiss upon the exposed skin, his lips lingering for a moment before he finally allows his eyes to slip shut, the weight of his warm body against yours, the sensation of his softened cock still buried deep within you, creates a sense of intimacy and closeness, as your legs remain intertwined.

you'll change the sheets and take a shower a little later, but for now, wrapped in the warmth and smell of each other, you'll allow yourself to linger in this connection, deeper than usually, with simon's senses open raw for your touch and words.

[sloanesallow]

seven minutes in heaven

Sebastian volunteers for a party game. The rules are simple: guess who the other person is. The caveat? You can’t look and you can’t speak but you can touch. Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (Siobhan Sloane) Tags: MDNI, NSFW! Sexual content, anonymous (but not really), Sebastian being the needy, horny boy that he is. Characters are in their 7th year and are 18. 2.8k words [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [Tumblr Masterlist]

For reasons Sebastian doesn’t understand, a party is being thrown in the Slytherin common room. He knows better than to question it though, because one should never look a gift celebration in the mouth—or something like that. It’s Friday evening, and that is a good enough excuse for music and dancing, for firewhisky and more.

Sebastian leisurely wades through the chaos, choosing to relax and join in on the festivities. Drink in hand, he socializes with acquaintances and strangers alike until a hazy buzz forms at the base of his skull. He forgets how good it feels to be free of inhibition, welcoming whatever experience life wishes to bring his way. Tonight, that comes in the form of a game.

Seven minutes in heaven.

Sebastian blindly volunteers, laughing as he’s blindfolded and told there’s already someone waiting in the nearby storage closet. The rules are simple and thrilling: guess who the other person is. The caveat? You can’t look and you can’t speak but you can touch.

He’s pushed into the closet, quickly realizing how little space there is between him and his companion. It’s a girl, that much he can tell by the subtle scent of her perfume. His pulse quickens, though he isn’t sure if it’s from a sudden burst of nerves or excitement. More likely to be teenage hormones—it isn’t every day he’s trapped in an enclosed space with someone of the opposite sex.

Sebastian tentatively reaches out, biting down on his bottom lip to prevent himself from making a noise that would give away his identity. He barely registers the hushed hitch of her breath as he finds her waist—whoever it is, they are considerably shorter than he is, slender, and just the faintest curve to her hips. That doesn’t narrow it down much, with that description fitting most of the witches at Hogwarts.

Her hands meet his shoulders, one sliding up to briefly tease the hair at the nape of his neck. They slowly move down, smoothing across the front of his button-up, taking a moment to inspect his tie. He puffs out his chest, wondering if she can tell he is a Quidditch player, if she likes the toned muscles beneath her palms.

Emboldened, Sebastian moves his hands a little higher and sweeps his thumbs across her ribs. The blouse she wears is soft, and thin enough that he can feel the heat radiating from her skin, feel the rise and fall of her quickened breaths. He swallows hard, daring to trace the curve of her breasts, causing her to tremble. He brushes his fingers along the column of her neck and up her jawline, envisioning the shape of her face in his mind. She copies his careful actions and he shudders when her thumb ghosts across his lips.

He leans in, close enough to smell the sweet mint on her breath and feel the electric tickle of her mouth so close to his own. There’s something else there too—florals and earth—an aroma so recognizable it seizes his heart.

Sloane?

Sebastian tries to push the thought away, unconvinced that his dear, sweet Siobhan would engage in such a lascivious game. Yet, as her body presses closer, he can’t deny the spark of recognition. She fits against him in an achingly familiar way, stirring up memories of friendly hugs that linger a second too long, of accidental touches and longing stares that have gone unacknowledged for years.

It seems fate is done waiting for action. Sebastian contemplates and damns the repercussions in the time it takes for him to snake his arms around her torso and wedge his thigh between her legs. A shaky whimper slips from her lips and he hopes—no, he knows it’s Sloane.

It has to be.   

He closes the distance, capturing her lips in a kiss he’s craved for longer than he wants to admit. It’s hungry and demanding, his chest aching with every beat of his heart as she yields, mouth molding to his as if this isn’t their first, but thousandth kiss. Her fingers tangle in his hair and she grips his shirt collar, prompting him to hook one of her legs around his waist. He grinds himself against her, and she breaks away with a heady moan.

 “Ohh…”

Sebastian bites back a curse, the sinful sound shattering any facade of anonymity. The voice is more than familiar—it’s ingrained in the deepest parts of his psyche, a sound so often heard in laughter but never like this. It’s Sloane—his Sloane—the one who’s always been off-limits, forbidden. And yet here she is, wanton and responsive, melting under his every touch.

Doubt still dares to cloud his mind. Does she know it’s him? He wants to hear her moan—scream—his name, wants the whole damn castle to know how he makes her feel. But what if…what if she doesn’t want it to be him? What if Sloane wants—

No.

Sebastian refuses to entertain the idea that Sloane could ever want anyone but him. She must know it’s him, or she would’ve never let him kiss or touch her so intimately. It’s the only reality he will accept.

He trails his lips down her neck, coaxing out a dreamy sigh that makes his spine tingle. He slides his hand beneath her already bunched-up skirt, feeling the delicate fabric of her stockings, playfully plucking at the garter clip before stroking his fingers along her inner thigh. She tugs his head back and there’s a second of panic before her mouth clumsily crashes into his again. An amused chuckle morphs into a groan when her leg tightens around him, pushing his clothed arousal against her sex.   

More, he needs more.

Sebastian can hear his own racing heartbeat as he dares to inch his fingers higher, moaning into the kiss when they brush against the front of her underwear. She gasps but doesn’t stop him, her thigh twitching as he slides the fabric aside, just enough to feel her. His composure falters at finding her so wet, slipping two fingers through her slick heat and up to circle the tiny nerve bundling he’s read so much about.  

“Mmm—ah!”

She wobbles and he steadies her, his voice a husky whisper. “Shh, I’ve got you.”

She clings to him, whimpering between ragged breaths as she rocks herself against his hand, adding more to the already burning friction. His hips jerk forward of their own volition and Sebastian doesn’t feel in control of his own body, so lost in the moment and the sensation of her writhing against him and the heat of her that he thinks he must be dreaming, that he must be dead and gone to—

Fuck.

How long is seven minutes, anyway? 

The closet door bursts open and all Sebastian can hear is surprised laughter and drunken cheers as reality comes crashing down. He reluctantly pulls away, choking back a whine at the loss. He’s panting, heart pounding so fiercely against his ribcage it hurts.

“Took them long enough.”

Sebastian is too worried about Sloane to be embarrassed and yanks off the blindfold, blinking hard to adjust his vision. He turns to find her fleeing, pushing herself through the crowd to escape.  

“Sloane, wait!” he shouts, franticly following after her as she rushes down the first quiet corridor she can find. “Sloane!”

She slows just enough that he can catch up, gently grasping her arm to turn her around. When she doesn’t look at him he softly tilts her chin up, the ache in his chest worsening at the sight of her distressed expression. Her stormcloud eyes are glazed over with unshed tears, her bottom lip quivering as she sucks in a breath. They are swollen from kisses, a similar shade of the pink that tints her cheeks.  

“Sloane,” he repeats, caressing her cheek with an affectionate sweep before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Only then does he notice the tremble in his fingers, his gut churning with the fear that she really didn’t want him, that all she feels for him is regret. “That was…” he gulps, unsuccessful in calming his frenzied pulse. “I—I just knew it was you.”

He searches her face for a sign of what she’s thinking or feeling. Sloane is typically quiet and reserved but right now, Sebastian will do anything to hear her say anything. Their friendship has always had this underlying tension, a thin line he’s struggled to navigate and held back from crossing, until now. He steps closer, still cradling her face while his other hand squeezes her wrist.

“Please, Siobhan,” he whispers. It takes every last thread of restraint he has not to kiss her, not when he knows how sweet she’d be on his tongue. “Tell me you felt it too, that it meant something. Because…fuck,” he doesn’t want to imagine a world where they pretend tonight didn’t happen. “I don’t think I can go back to being just friends after that.”

“No, we can’t,” she finally says in a raspy, quiet voice. She lifts her free hand to rest on his arm, and he holds his breath. Sloane’s eyes dart to his lips and then back up. “Tell me, Sebastian. Tell me what you want.”

“I want…” Sebastian remembers to exhale, even as nervous anticipation takes hold. He takes a moment to look at her, this close, in the light. “I want you.”

There’s no use in adding more, sweet words to try and convince her, to take pity on his desperate soul. Sloane leans into his touch, her eyes slowly closing as she sighs against his lips. “Then have me.”

Sebastian moans into her mouth, a mix of relief and reignited passion as he registers the desire in her words. This isn’t a dream or a game, and he’d sooner be trapped in a storage closet, alone for the rest of his life, than allow this to be a one-off. He can’t help but scoop her up into his arms, grinning as she lets out a little surprised yelp. Sloane holds onto him and he has a hard time focusing on getting them someplace private when all he wants is to kiss her breath away.

“Your room?” she asks as he balances her to open the door. He nods, kicking it closed with his foot as soon as they cross the threshold. The dormitory he shares with Ominis and a few other seventh years is empty and likely to stay that way if the party continues as long as the last one did. Sebastian wants to take his time, without interruptions.

 He sets Sloane down on the edge of his bed, stepping back to admire the sight of her sitting amongst his belongings, looking up at him wide-eyed and expectant. “I’ve dreamt of this, you know,” he murmurs, rubbing at his jaw in disbelief. “Of you, in my bed.”

Sebastian loosens the ties around his neck before casting it aside, watching the subtle changes in her expression as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. Sloane drags her teeth across her bottom lip, eyes following his movements as he sheds his clothes one item at a time until he is bare. He isn’t one to be bashful, but his skin heats under her gaze and the way her body shifts, hinting at her arousal.

“Here,” he says, taking her hands as she stands, guiding them to his chest. “Touch as much as you’d like.”

Sloane hums in quiet agreement, her palms sliding tentatively across his skin. She traces the lines of his muscles, fingers dancing across his shoulders and arms as she counts the dustings of freckles she finds. Sebastian’s resolve nearly buckles from the sensation, the ache to tear her clothes away and bury himself inside her heat unbearable.

He forces himself not to rush, keeping his focus on her face as he untucks her blouse, pulling free the buttons until he can push it from her shoulders. Her skirt and chemise are next, fluttering to the ground with the rest of their clothes. Sebastian is fiddling with the clasps of her garter when her hand finds his cock and he bucks against her with a strangled moan.

“Is this alright?” she asks in a sweet voice that threatens to undo him before they’ve properly started. Sebastian nods, resting his head against the crook of her shoulder as she gives a few experimental strokes.

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses, kissing her neck and tracing the line of her collarbone with his tongue. He cups her bare breasts in his hands, rolling them in his palm as she sighs a delightful little sound, her grip tightening a fraction. Sebastian pulls her hand away and guides her back to the edge of the bed, encouraging her to lie down as he peels her stockings and underwear off. “But I need to be inside of you, love.”

“Oh,” Sloane’s naked body is flushed and more beautiful than he could’ve ever imagined. The quick rise and fall of her chest, the way her skin prickles with gooseflesh, and how her eyes darken with lust.

Sebastian eases himself onto the bed, using his knee to carefully spread her legs apart. He lowers his body to hers, weight propped up on one arm as his free hand tickles down her belly to the junction of her thighs. “Is that what you want, Siobhan?” he whispers, craving not just her consent but a confession too. “Do you want me?”

Sloane whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed as his fingers slide through her sex, parting her to tease at the spot he knows will make her sing. Her back arches and she rolls her hips against him, her hands snapping up to clutch his shoulders. Sebastian marvels at her reactions, the shape of her mouth as she moans and the little crease between her brow as pleasure takes hold. He sinks a finger into her, then another, continuing to study the way her expression shifts.

“Tell me,” he rasps against her ear, nibbling softly on the lobe as she clenches around his fingers. “Do you need me?”

“Y—yes,” Sloane’s reply is a broken moan as she eagerly nods. “I need you, Sebastian.”

Their lips crash together again, deep and desperate as he positions himself, replacing his fingers with his cock. Sebastian breaks the kiss to look into her eyes, his hand squeezing her hip as he eases into her, savoring the moment so he can etch it into his mind and never forget. It’s almost overwhelming, the heat and tight grip surrounding him, even more so when he’s fully sheathed inside. After a moment, he moves, rocking his hips against hers in a steady, tender rhythm.

Sloane’s hands slide along his back as he thrusts, her nails occasionally biting into his skin when he fills her completely. He drops his head to her shoulder, nuzzling against her neck as he listens to her sounds of pleasure, his ego flaring with the knowledge he is the cause. She hooks her legs around his waist and Sebastian follows the silent cue, pressing himself closer, cradling her body as he quickens his pace.

“Just like that,” he groans, feeling the way she flutters around him with each stroke. His lips slide across her throat, ragged breaths swirling around her ear. “Say you’ll come for me, sweetheart, say you’ll come for me.”

“Yes!” Sloane arches beneath him, her inner walls squeezing around his cock, ensuring he won’t last much longer. He thinks for a moment that she might be the death of him. “Please…”

He hikes her legs higher around his waist, changing the angle of his thrusts as he chases their mutual release. She moves with him, clinging to him until her entire body trembles, her head tossed back in a silent cry. Sebastian can only admire the spectacle of her release for a few seconds before he too finds himself falling over the edge, a strangled growl muffled against her skin as he ruts into her before collapsing, breathless.

It takes all the strength Sebastian has to keep his weight from crushing her, his limbs shaking and heavy as he carefully rolls to her side, one arm still tucked tightly around her waist. His eyes droop with exhaustion and he slowly blinks at Sloane’s profile, her expression a similar state of bliss. Sensing him she turns her face to him, lips turned up in a lazy smile, eyes shining with what he hopes is love.

“How do you feel?” he asks, hesitant to have too serious a conversation so soon. It can wait at least until the morning, until after he’s had her a few more times.

Sloane softly giggles, the blush on her cheeks endearing. “Heavenly.”

Sebastian laughs, tugging her into a tighter embrace so he can kiss her cheeks and her nose, their continued laughter muffled between lazy kisses. He feels the same.

[saylorsaysstop]

Sleep Habits | Dick Grayson

↪ Masterlist (Jason) | Masterlist (Dick)

pairing: Dick Grayson x female!reader

Dick felt the movement of the bed. The toss and turn of your body beside his. The throwing of the blankets before scattering to pull them back over your body. Insomnia was a real thing and it was something you fought more than you’d like to admit. 

Your boyfriend lays there with his hands crossed behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. The sheets nestled at his waist, he was practically a human heater. Waves of warmth radiated off his skin.

You didn’t bother rolling back over to face him. You knew he had a long night of patrolling and he needed his sleep. You just didn’t realize that he was awake with you until you felt a hand reach under the sheets and grab your hip, his thumb gently grazing the skin.

“Hey,” Dick says into the darkness of the bedroom. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nope.” You respond with an aggravated huff.

Dick smiles to himself and looks over to see you rolling onto your back. Crossing your arms over your chest in defeat, you both look up at the ceiling together. 

“Did you have caffeine again before bed?” Dick questions, knowing sometimes you liked a warm cup of tea before bed. 

“No.” 

“How about a little exercise?”

“Did that too before I showered.” 

Dick thinks for a moment. 

“What can I do?”

You turn your head to look at him. Even in the darkness of the bedroom, you can see the concern lacing his beautiful features. Blue eyes pinpointed on you, the gentle rubbing of his hand over your hip almost enough to send you into a trance. Sighing, you move closer to the source of heat and nuzzle your chin against his chest. 

“Knock me out.”

Dick raises an eyebrow. You don’t need light in the bedroom to know he did so. 

“Excuse me? Absolutely not.”

“Whyyyy?” You whine. “At least it’ll put me out of my misery to hopefully get a few hours in.” 

Dick laughs quietly, the rumble of his chest sending warmth throughout your body. He curls his arm around you and drags you closer. “No, we’re doing this the natural way.” In one quick movement, he hoists you on top of him. 

“You’re so hot.” You grimace, but can’t stop yourself from snaking your arms around his body and curling your leg around his. 

“How adorable of you to notice.” Dick picks at the hem of your t-shirt and lifts it over your head, leaving you bare against his chest minus your sleep shorts. If he had it his way, those would be confiscated too. 

“What are you doing?” You hiss, ignoring his ego. 

Dick’s fingertips dance down the column of your spine. You jerk under his touch, the light touches of his calloused fingers tickling you. 

“Just close your eyes and take some deep breaths,” Dick instructs. You quiet down and do as he says, matching your breathing to the strokes of his digits across your skin. 

“That’s my girl…” Dick praises you lightly, kissing the crown of your head and inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. He continues his gentle caresses up and down your back, scratching over your shoulder blades, mixing between light and rougher touches. He palms your muscles, uncovering a few knots you didn’t even know you had. 

“You… Are… Amazing…” you moan between strokes of his hands, drool threatening to slip from the corner of your mouth as he massages generously. 

“Anything to relax you. I know you struggle with sleep sometimes. It’s the least I can do.” 

You smile, an emotion Dick can physically feel against his chest. He causes his lips to curve into one of his very own. He doesn’t stop talking to you, telling you how much he adores you, and the funny encounters he faced while out on patrol. He tells you all sorts of things until he’s met with a soft snore coming from your mouth. 

Dick grins, his heart a steady rhythm against your ears as he tightens his hold on you as he too discovers plentiful sleep.

[blaire-apricity]

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ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘦𝘨𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 16+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 & 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦)

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"Y/n—" His voice carried a sharp edge of annoyance as he forcefully guided her down to the sofa, cornering her against the cushions. His hands hovered dangerously close to her sides, effectively trapping her in place.

"Why do you seem more excited when we're talking about Lumiere?" His intense gaze bore into her, darkened by a palpable jealousy that simmered just below the surface.

"What? Aren't you and Lumiere the same person?" Y/n's eyes locked onto his, searching his face as she spoke. "Lumiere is just a name for your alter-ego, isn't it?"

"I mean… Yes, and no?" He responded; his voice thick with a complex mix of emotions. His breath became heavier as he leaned closer, the heat radiating between their bodies creating an almost tangible connection. His eyes never left hers, filled with an intensity that made her heart race.

As he leaned in further, stopping mere inches from her lips, he whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness, "So, which one of us do you like more?" The question was barely audible, yet it hung in the air with heavy significance.

She stared at him, a look of puzzlement crossing her face. Was he truly jealous of himself? She could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with hers, and decided to play along, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Lumiere?"

Xavier's expression darkened ominously at her response, the teasing lilt in her voice pushing him over the edge. With a swift, fluid motion, he pinned her against the sofa, his body pressing against hers with an undeniable force. His lips descended on hers in an intense, possessive kiss, claiming her with a fervor that left no room for misinterpretation.

His mouth moved feverishly against hers, his desperation and need pouring into every motion. His hands, warm and insistent, slipped beneath her shirt, their path deliberate as they traced the smooth expanse of her back. Each touch seemed to ignite a new fire within him, driving him to press closer, to feel every contour of her body against his.

"Mm!" Y/n’s surprised sound was muffled by his kiss, her initial shock quickly giving way to the overwhelming sensation of his desire. She could feel the hard planes of his well-toned body, each muscle tense with restraint, as he enveloped her smaller frame.

His kisses were searing, a blend of passion and possession, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fervent intensity. His fingers traveled along the curve of her waist, pulling her even closer, the weight of his body pressing her into the cushions and making her breathless. A heady sense of surrender washed over her, heightening every sensation.

Abruptly, he broke the kiss, his lips trailing along her jaw and down the column of her neck. Each kiss he left in his wake was more possessive than the last, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and filled with a primal, unwavering possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine.

In mere seconds, everything Xavier was doing made her feel weak and defenseless. The way his tongue explored her mouth, the relentless pull of her body against his—it all left her feeling both vulnerable and electrified.

Even as he broke the kiss, she stared at him in a daze, her mind swirling. An impulsive urge seized her, pushing her to provoke him further, to stoke the fire of his jealousy over his own alter ego.

"I might belong to Lumiere instead."

A low growl rumbled in Xavier's chest, his entire body tensing against hers. "You're playing a dangerous game, love," he warned, his voice a seductive blend of menace and desire. Leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear, he added, "Don't test me."

His fingers traced a tantalizing path down to her thighs, then slowly moved along her inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her. "One more word," he murmured, his tone dark and promising, "and I'll show you exactly who you belong to."

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝐻𝐴𝐻𝐴, 𝐼'𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑅18 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒~

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ���𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑~

[mysticalmallard]

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Pairing: Chibs x fem!reader

Description: Chibs just got back into Charming from a club run that took way too long. He has only one thing on his mind and goes straight to his girl.

Word Count: 2,143

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⚠️Warnings⚠️: Smut ahead 18+ MDNI!!

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Chibs wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, drawing her close as he settled down on the bed. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and inhaled her scent deeply, a small hum of contentment escaping his lips.

"Mmm, ye smell divine lass," he murmured, threading his fingers through her hair.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with love and desire. "And you smell like motorcycles and leather." she giggled.

He chuckled at her observation, the rumbling sound deep in his chest. "Aye, seems about right." he agreed, his hand gently caressing her back.

He pulled her closer still, his lips finding hers in a soft, sweet kiss that quickly turned more passionate. He rolled her beneath him, his body covering hers as his hands began to explore her curves.

"God ye're beautiful" he murmured against her skin, his lips tracing a path down her neck. His hands moved over her, touching and caressing every inch of skin they could find. She let out a soft moan, arching into his touch.

His mouth found hers again, this time with more urgency, his tongue gently coaxing her lips apart as he deepened the kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands sliding over his muscular back and pulling him closer.He broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to gaze down into her eyes. Her expression was one of pure desire, her eyes darkened with want.

"God lass, ye'll be the death of me," he breathed, his voice laced with both amusement and lust.

His hand slid down her body again and began to slowly push her sleep shirt up, revealing more and more of her soft skin.

His fingers danced over her stomach, teasing and tantalizing. He could feel her shiver beneath his touch, and it only fueled his own desire. He bent down and placed a trail of soft kisses along her collarbone and up the column of her neck.

His mouth found her ear and he nipped at her earlobe gently, his voice a low rumble that sent tingles down her spine. "I want ye so badly lass."

Her hands moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it in a silent request for him to remove it. He obliged, sitting up briefly to pull the garment off and tossing it aside.

Her eyes roamed over his well-muscled chest, drinking in the sight of him bare before her. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos as he leaned back down, caging her in with his arms.

He captured her lips in another kiss, this one even more intense than the last. His tongue tangled with hers as he continued to explore her body, his hands roaming freely over her. His fingers found the waistband of her pants and began to slowly draw them down.

She raised her hips slightly, allowing him to remove them completely before he shifted and settled himself between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating off her, and he longed to be even closer.

His mouth moved to whisper against her neck, his voice rough with desire. "Let me taste you, lass."

She gasped at his words, her body arching against his in response. "Yes..God yes.." she whispered back, her voice needy and breathless.

He didn't need to be told twice. His tongue traced a path down her body, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her body responding to his every touch.

He reached her core, his tongue gently caressing the most sensitive part of her. She let out a soft moan, her body arching against him again. He could feel her responding passionately, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

His ministrations continued, his tongue moving in a rhythm that had her gasping for air. With each stroke, he could feel her getting closer, her body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

"Oh God.. Chibs..don't stop.." she pleaded, her voice almost pleading.

He could feel her starting to unravel beneath him, her body nearing release. He didn't let up, his tongue moving in increasingly more intense circles, his hands holding her hips in place.

She was close now, teetering on the edge of release. Her breathing was ragged, her body shaking. Her hands moved to his head, her fingers weaving through his hair, holding on for dear life.

"Chibs.. oh God please!" she gasped.

He kept up his steady pace, his tongue swirling around her bud, his own desire heightened by her responsiveness.

Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she reached her peak, her body clenching tight as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She cried out his name, her voice a strangled moan.

He continued to gently caress her as she rode out her orgasm, his touch soothing and caring. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her breathing still ragged and erratic.

He slowly rose up, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of ecstasy and exhaustion.

"That was.." she panted, her voice still shaky.

He chuckled warmly, his fingers threading through her hair again. "Aye, that it was." he agreed, his own voice hoarse with desire.

She reached for him, her hands tugging at his hips, urging him to move closer. He obliged, draping his body over hers again, his weight pinning her down with a delightful mix of comfort and possessiveness.

Her hands roamed over his back, her touch light and exploratory. She could feel his heart racing, the rapid beat a testament to his own desire.

He buried his face in her neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. He was still impossibly aroused, his body aflame with need. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, a silent testament to his desire.

"God lass, ye have no idea what ye do to me" he murmured against her skin, his voice ragged.

His hands began to wander, his touch growing more urgent, more demanding. He wanted her, needed her in a way that was primal and all-consuming.Their breaths mingled, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs. She could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with desire.

His hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he shifted his own, grinding against her. He was achingly hard, his body screaming for release.

She gasped at his movement, her body instinctively responding to his. Her hips lifted, arching into his touch, seeking more friction. She could feel her own desire reigniting, fueled by his obvious need.

He let out a low growl, his grip on her hips tightening as he continued to grind against her. His body was a tightly wound coil of need, his control hanging by a thread.

"God lass," he murmured against her neck, his voice rough and low. "I need ye.. Now."

"Yes," she breathed, her voice hoarse with need. "Take me, Chibs. Please.."

His body reacted instantly to her plea, his control finally breaking. He shifted again, positioning himself at her entrance, his body shaking with the effort to go slow.

He pressed into her slowly, his jaw clenching at the tight heat that enveloped him. He let out a guttural moan, his head falling to her shoulder as he was enveloped by the sweet sensations of her body surrounding him.

"Oh God lass.. ye feel so good.. so tight.." he gasped, his voice choked with a mixture of pleasure and the effort to hold back.She let out a soft moan in response, her body arching to take more of him.

"Oh Chibs..." she breathed, her hands grasping at his back, her nails digging into his skin.

He started to move, his hips rolling against hers in a slow, measured rhythm. He wanted to savor the moment, to burn the feeling into his memory.Their bodies rocked together, the pleasure building with each movement. He picked up the pace, his control slipping a little more with each thrust. He could feel the tension coiled in his belly, the familiar sensations of his impending release."God lass, I'm close.." he growled, his voice strained.

She could feel her own release nearing, the pleasure building to a dizzying level. Her body was coiled tightly beneath his, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He moved faster, his thrusts becoming more intense, more urgent. He was so close, his body taut and tense. She whimpered and clenched around him, her own release right there, just out of reach.

"F-Fuck lass... I can't hold on.." he gritted out, his body shaking with the force of his restraint.

Her body was trembling beneath him, her release teetering on the edge. She was so close, her nails digging into his back as she tried to anchor herself against the onslaught of pleasure.

"Cum for me lass... cum for me now... " he groaned, his voice hoarse.

His words were all she needed. Her body tensed, then shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her voice a strangled moan as she lost herself in the overwhelming pleasure.

He followed shortly after, the tight clenching of her body around him pushing him over the edge. He let out a guttural grunt, his body shuddering as his release shook him. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing.

He nuzzled his face into her shoulder, his body still trembling with the aftermath of their climax. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her body still buzzing with pleasure.

They lay there in silence for several moments, simply enjoying the afterglow and the presence of each other. Chibs eventually rolled off of her, pulling her closer against his chest.

He tucked her head under his chin, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her back. She snuggled closer, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

"That was.." she began, her voice still a little shaky. "Wow."

He chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. "Aye, that it was." he agreed, his voice content and satisfied.They lapsed into comfortable silence again, simply enjoying the closeness and the moment. The room was quiet, save for the sound of their mingled breaths and occasional soft whispered words.

She could feel herself dozing, her body warm and sated in the afterglow. Chibs' hands continued their slow soothing rhythm on her back, lulling her further towards sleep.

His phone ringing broke the silence. He let out a soft curse, reluctantly untangling himself from her warm embrace. He reached for his phone, glancing at the screen as he sat up.

"Aye?" he mumbled into the phone, his voice gravelly and low.

He listened to the voice on the other end, a frown slowly creasing his brow. His body tensed, the afterglow of their earlier activities replaced by a sense of urgent alertness.

"Aye, I'll be there." he said gruffly, before hanging up.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed heavily and turned back to her. "Sorry lass, I have tae go." he said, the regret clear in his voice. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"But you just got back" she whined with a pout.

He chuckled, the sound a mix of fond amusement and reluctant acceptance. "Aye, I did." he agreed, his fingers tracing her jawline gently.

"But duty calls, I'm afraid." he added, the regret obvious in his voice even as he started to get up.

She watched as he pulled on his clothes, the muscles in his back rippling under his skin with each movement. She wanted to ask him to stay, wanted to pull him back into bed and hold him there until daylight, but she knew it was futile.

He turned back to her as he finished dressing, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "I'll be back as soon as I can, promise." he said, his voice a soft rumble.

He leaned down and cupped her chin, tilting her face up towards his. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, his thumb stroking her cheek gently."Be good while I'm gone, aye?" he teased, his hand dropping from her chin as he stepped back reluctantly.

He gave her one last lingering look, then turned and walked out of the room, the door closing softly behind him.

She was left alone in the room, the silence feeling almost deafening after the recent activity. She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist, and stared at the closed door.

Time seemed to stretch, each second feeling like an eternity as she waited for his return.

[littlest-w01f]

Good boy

Cassian x Reader

For @cassianappreciationweek

Cassian week 2024 Masterlist

Day 7: Free Day

Summary: The general of the Night Court just likes being dommed behind closed doors

Cw: Sub!Cassian, d/s dynamics undertones, mommy kink, Cassian has a big thing for boobs (obviously) Smut 18+ MDNI

"Aww, who's my good boy?" You coo, straddling Cassian's lap, smiling looking down at him as he still wore his Illyrian leathers, while you sat on him in one of your nightgowns.

Cassian felt his heart race as you straddled his lap, your body pressing against his own. He could feel every curve, every dip of you against his. His hands rested on your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as you smiled down at him. Your voice was like honey, dripping into his ears, sending shivers down his spine and making his wings flutter under him. "Me... I'm your good boy," he echoed, his breath hitching slightly as he looked up at you.

You giggle softly, feeling Cassian's strong hands gripping onto your hips. The warmth radiating off his body is intoxicating, making your skin tingle with anticipation. "Mmm, you are, and good boys get rewards." you purr, hands locked in his long hair to pull him to your neck.

As his lips made contact with your neck, sending shivers down your spine, Cassian's hands roamed your body, gripping your curves possessively through the thin fabric of your nightgown. His kiss turned more insistent, teeth gently grazing your sensitive skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue. You let out a gasp, arching your back to press yourself further into his touch.

"Mmph, please, want reward," Cassian growled, trailing open-mouthed kisses up the column of your throat until he reached your earlobe. He tugged gently with his teeth, making you squeal in delight as he whispered, "Want you naked, mommy." His hands slid down to cup your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before sliding under the hem of your nightgown to tease the bare skin beneath.

You hum softly, reaching behind him to give his wings a few pets, smiling watching him shudder from it.

His leathers provide a firm surface beneath you, but also something rough and enticing. You grind down lightly, feeling yourself growing wetter by the second. His eyes, filled with desire, only serve to fuel your arousal further.

"Mommy's best boy, huh?" You smile, hand trailing down his muscled chest

His hands moved from your hips to your back, pulling you closer to him. The heat between you was almost unbearable, but neither seemed to mind. Your lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues intertwining as you explored each other's mouths. Cassian's hands roamed over your body, tracing the contours of your curves before raising higher to squeeze your breasts.

You let out another soft giggle, feeling your hand glide over his chest, tracing the hard muscles underneath his leathers. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins, making your nipples harden in response. You lean forward slightly, giving him better access to your breasts which are barely contained by deep cut of the fabric of your attire.

"You're doing so well, Cassian…" you whisper, biting your lower lip as you continue to tease him. Your other hand moves to the buckle of his belt, undoing it slowly before sliding down to unfasten his pants. As they fall open, you can see his hardened cock straining against the confines of his clothes, eager for your touch.

"Mmm, look at what mommy found," you say teasingly, pulling the last of his clothing down just enough to free his throbbing cock.

You find him throbbing with need. His cock is rock hard, twitching with each beat of his heart. A thin bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip, begging for attention.

You start stroking him slowly, savoring the sensation of his hardness in your hand. Your thumb glides over the head, spreading his precum around as an invitation to explore deeper. With each stroke, you can feel him grow even harder under your touch.

"Mmm…you're so big and hard for me…" you whisper seductively in his ear before nipping gently on his earlobe.

"Only for you, mommy," Cassian groaned, thrusting his hips in your direction, "Please mommy..."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, his admission that ignites a fire within you. You let out a throaty laugh, feeling empowered by his submission. You can smell the mix of sweat and arousal coming off of him, driving you wild.

"I love hearing you beg for me, baby," you smile, tightening your grip on his thick cock. You slide your hand up and down his length, feeling his veins pulse beneath your fingertips. You can’t help but lean forward and place soft kisses along his jawline, punctuating each kiss with a gentle suckle on his neck.

"Please..." He tugs at your dress, clearly wanting it off.

You let out a low moan as he tugged at your dress, his eagerness to get it off spurring you on. You reach behind you, fumbling with the strings until they finally give way, allowing the material to slip off your shoulders and pool at your waist. Now exposed in nothing but delicate lace and heels, you watch him hungrily eyeing your bare skin, eyes not moving from your breasts.

"You like what you see?" you ask playfully, running a hand up the centre of your chest, teasing the swell of your breasts.

Cassian's eyes follow your finger as it trails down the centre of your breasts, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. He nods vigorously, his tongue darting out to moisten his dry lips. "I love it," he groans, reaching up to cup one of your breasts in his large hand. His thumb brushes over your nipple, causing it to stiffen even more under his touch.

"You’re so beautiful, mommy," he whispers huskily, leaning forward to take your nipple into his mouth, liking and sucking.

The feeling of his warm mouth on your sensitive nipple sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You arch your back slightly, pushing more of your breast into his mouth, encouraging him to continue.

"Mmm… Your mouth feels so good" you breathlessly moan, running your fingers through his hair to keep him close. You can't help but moan louder as he sucks harder, alternating between gentle nibbles and flicks of his tongue over your nipple. Each sensation makes your clit throb with need. He loved having your breasts in his mouth and hands, it was a simple pleasure of life.

"Touch me, Cass." At your command Cassian becomes bolder, sucking on your breasts while his free hand travels down your stomach, towards the heat between your thighs. You gasp loudly as he teases the edge of your lace, feeling the dampness soaking through the thin fabric.

"You're so wet for me, mommy," He murmurs against your skin before planting a trail of kisses down your cleavage. His fingers trace circles around your clit through the soaked lace, applying just enough pressure to drive you crazy with lust.

"Mmmm… Keep going," You gasp, grinding your cunt against his hand.

His grin widens at your pleas, his hand continuing its torment of your sensitive bud. "Never would I stop pleasuring my precious mommy," He responds smoothly, increasing both the intensity and speed of his movements. The rough texture of his fingers through the soaked lace adds a new layer of pleasure, contrasting beautifully against the smooth skin beneath.

Cassian lets go of your breast momentarily to rip your lace, exposing your dripping cunt to him. He looks up into your eyes, seeing the sheer need reflected there before plunging two thick fingers deep inside you.

Your words only spur him on further, his thumb now joining in on the fun, circling around your swollen clit with relentless precision as you ground against his hand.

"Fuck… you're so tight," He groaned, curling his fingers slightly to hit that sweet spot inside you. His other hand gripped your thigh tightly to steady you as you rode his thick fingers. He leans in closer, his hot breath washing over your face as he speaks. "I want to make you cum so bad, mommy. Please let me."

His pleading tone and the way he worships your body with his hands have you teetering on the brink of orgasm. You can feel your walls clenching around his fingers, desperate for release.

"I'm so close, baby," You moan, pressing yourself further into his hand.

Feeling your walls tighten around his fingers drives Cassian wild with desire. "Cum for me, mommy," he urges, intensifying his strokes and applying more pressure to your swollen clit.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, making your entire body convulse with pleasure. Cassian watches intently as you ride out the waves of ecstasy, never once slowing down despite how much you squirm under his touch.

Once the last tremors subside from your body, Cassian withdraws his fingers slowly, bringing them up to his lips for a taste of you.

You balance yourself over Cassian, your breasts pressing into his hard chest, "You want more, baby?"

Cassian's breathing is heavy and ragged, matching yours perfectly. His eyes are glazed over with lust as they lock onto yours. "More than anything else in this world, Mommy," he confesses huskily, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

His thick cock presses insistently against your slick slit, begging for entry. "Please let me inside," he pleads softly, tracing a finger down your cleavage and over your soft belly before settling on the curve of your hip.

The moment your cunt envelopes his throbbing cock as you sit on him completely, Cassian throws his head back and lets out a guttural groan of pure bliss. "Fuck yeah, mommy… So fucking good," he pants heavily, bracing himself against your bedpost for leverage.

You slam yourself down on him with abandon, riding him hard and fast. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your bodies, fuelled by the intense gazes locked onto each other.

The feeling of your tight cunt squeezing around his cock as you rode him like a bull is too much for Cassian to handle. "Shit… Mommy!" he growls out, gripping your hips tighter to control the rhythm.

Your breasts were enticing with each bounce, pressed in his face. He leans down to capture one of those pert nipples into his mouth, suckling and nipping at it while you continue to grind against him wildly.

Feeling your walls clamping down on him more intensely as you ride him sends ripples of pleasure throughout his body. "Godsdamn… Mommy, you feel amazing," he moans between licks and bites of your skin.

"Are you close, baby?" You coo, hand trailing down his chest to support yourself.

The sight of you riding him so passionately coupled with your voice coaxing him along pushes Cassian even closer to the precipice. "So fucking close, Mommy," he admits hoarsely, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully.

His thrusts become erratic as he chases after his climax, driven mad by the way your cunt clenches around him with every movement.

"Good..." You whisper, leaning close to him, "Cum inside me. I want you to."

The sound of your sultry voice commanding him to cum fills Cassian with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. "As you wish, mommy," he groans out, his body tensing as he nears his peak.

With a few final, powerful thrusts, Cassian spills himself deep within you - marking you as his own in the most primal way possible. "Fuuuck… Mommy!" he cries out loud, feeling every pulse of his seed filling up your womb.

"That's a good boy," You purr, stroking his sweaty cheeks.

The endearment sends a shiver down Cassian's spine, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you, mommy," he whispers, planting a tender kiss on your palm before resting his forehead against yours.

Feeling your hand caressing his cheek brings about a sense of warmth and comfort amidst the lingering lustful haze.

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[cera-writes]

Hear me out.

Nsfw with young erik lehnsherr and semi-public 🤭🫣

That’s it. That’s the idea.

A/N: Thanks for requesting this anon! Young Erik does something for me~ Pairing: Young Erik (Magneto) x AFAB!Reader Tags: semi public sex, unprotected sex, nsfw Prompt: Erik meets reader in the park at midnight, desperate to be close to you despite the dangers of entangling his own life with yours.

Dancing in the Moonlight - An Erik Lehnsherr x AFAB!reader one-shot

Moonlight filtered through the weeping willow's branches, casting an ethereal glow on the deserted park. The air hung heavy with the scent of blooming night jasmine, swirling around you and Erik like a heady perfume. Weeks of frantic escape had etched lines of exhaustion on his face, yet his eyes, the color of a storm-tossed sea, held a spark that ignited a wildfire in your core.

He cupped your face in his calloused hands, his touch a stark contrast to the cool night air. The pads of his thumbs traced the gentle curve of your jaw, sending shivers cascading down your spine. "You shouldn't be here," he rasped, his voice a low rumble that sent delicious tremors through you.

"But I am," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the soft chirping of crickets. You leaned into his touch, the need for his warmth an undeniable ache.

His gaze swept over your face, lingering on your lips, nervous with anticipation as you trembled. A slow smile played on his lips, a flicker of something dangerous lurking beneath the surface. He leaned in, the space between you shrinking to a mere whisper.

The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating. His breath, laced with the faint scent of smoke and desperation, danced on your lips. Then, hesitantly at first, his lips met yours. The kiss was a collision, raw and hungry, fueled by weeks of pent-up emotions and the constant threat of danger. His touch was a brand, searing a claim on your very being. His tongue, a bold explorer, delved deeper, igniting a firestorm within you.

A gasp escaped your lips, a sound that seemed to echo through the stillness of the night. You tangled your fingers in his hair, the feel of his soft white strands sending another jolt of pleasure through you. The need for more was a physical ache, a desperate yearning that clawed at your insides.

He pulled away reluctantly, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His eyes, a stormy grey, held a mixture of possessiveness and raw vulnerability. "I shouldn't," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "but this city feels colder without you in it."

His taut muscles flexed under your touch, body wanting, no-needing you.

"Then don't let go," you whispered, your voice a husky plea. You arched your body closer, the space between you a charged void begging to be filled.

A hungry growl rumbled in his chest, a primal acknowledgment of your desire. His hands slipped down your arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He reached for your waist, pulling you impossibly close. Your bodies collided, a tangle of limbs and desperate need.

Erik's calloused fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, inching upward and grazing the sensitive skin of your stomach. Your breath caught in your throat, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

His thumbs brushed over the curves of your breasts, eliciting a gasp from your lips. He leaned in closer, his lips tracing a path along your jawline and down the column of your neck. A shudder coursed through you, your body responding instinctively to his touch.

With a swift tug, Erik removed your shirt, casting it aside like a forgotten memory. The cool night air caressed your bare skin, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. Your bra was next, the lacy fabric slipping away under his magical, magnetic fingers.

Your breasts spilled free, the weight of them heavy in the moonlight. Erik's eyes devoured you, his gaze lingering on the swell of your flesh before landing on your flushed face. "You're beautiful," he rasped, his voice raw with desire.

Unable to resist the pull of his magnetic gaze, you leaned into him, your heart aching for more. Erik's hands cupped your breasts, his fingers finding your taut nipples and teasing them into hardened peaks. You arched your back, a silent plea for more.

"Please, Erik...I-I need you. All of you!" you moaned, trying to contain the high pitch of your voice but you couldn't help it. He made you yearn so, so badly for him.

He responded by lowering his head, his lips closing around one nipple. The sensation was exquisite, the gentle suckling sending a jolt of pleasure straight to the core of your being. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him onward as he lavished attention on your breasts.

But it wasn't enough. The fire between your legs was an inferno, burning hotter with each passing second. The need for release was a white-hot pulse throbbing in time with your heartbeat. It was a hunger that only he could satisfy.

As Erik's lips continued their exploration of your breasts, you felt an uncontrollable need to reciprocate his touch. Impatiently, you reached for the buttons on his shirt, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against yours.

"So eager, Schatz..." Magneto growled.

With trembling fingers, you undid each button, slowly revealing the expanse of chiseled chest beneath. His skin was warm and damp with perspiration, the muscles rippling under your eager touch. You traced a line from his collarbone down to his navel, eliciting a deep moan from the back of his throat.

Erik pulled away from your breasts, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you explore his body. He tugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the ground beside yours. The sight of him half-naked in the moonlight was enough to send your heart into overdrive. You were luckily the only ones in the park this late at this hour.

Your hands skimmed over his broad shoulders, down his arms, and across his chest. The soft hair that covered his body was an unexpected delight, teasing your fingertips as you traced your way along his sculpted muscles.

You leaned in to taste the salt on his skin, running your tongue over his collarbone and along the curve of his neck. He tilted his head back and hummed in pleasure. The flavor of him was addictive, fueling the fire within you as it spread through your body like wildfire. Your lips found his again, tasting the slightly chapped skin as you clung desperately to him.

His free hand traveled down your stomach, brushing past your clothing before reaching its destination: the damp heat between your legs. He teased you, rubbing his fingers just above your most sensitive spot, creating a delicious mixture of pleasure and frustration.

You couldn't hold back any longer. Gripping his hair, you guided his mouth to your other breast as you thrust your hips forward, desperate for relief. Erik chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying your impatience. But instead of giving you what you wanted, he retreated, leaving you aching and needy.

"Please," you begged, your voice cracking with desire. "I need you."

Erik's eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was also a tenderness there that made your heart race. Slowly, agonizingly, he peeled off your jeans and underwear, leaving you completely exposed. The cool night air caused goosebumps to appear on your skin, but the heat in Erik's gaze was enough to make you burn from the inside out.

He stood before you, his own clothes barely clinging to his body before he stepped out of the rest of his attire. Your eyes roamed over him, taking in every inch of his lean, muscled frame. Without saying a word, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duel. You could practically feel the electricity between you both.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him against you. Erik groaned into your mouth, his hands roaming over your body, leaving explosions of pleasure in their wake.

With a primal growl, he lifted you off the ground, your legs still wrapped around him. You gasped as he carried you to a nearby tree, its strong branches providing the perfect support for what was to come.

Erik pressed you against the rough bark, his mouth nipping at your neck as he positioned himself between your legs. You could feel his hardness pressed against your core, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

"Are you ready for me?" he whispered in your ear, his voice thick with desire, tone husky and dark.

You nodded, unable to form words. Erik's hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he thrust into you with a primal intensity that took your breath away. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, every stroke driving you closer to the edge.

"Oh, yes-Mmn, fuck Erik!" you hissed in pleasure, slamming your eyes shut as you took in every inch of him.

As the pleasure built, you felt yourself letting go, surrendering to the sensations coursing through your veins. Erik's pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent, his breath hot against your neck.

You cried out as the first wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your entire body shuddering with release. Erik followed close behind, his own climax rippling through him as he pressed his forehead against yours, your breath mingling in the cool night air.

For a long moment, you remained entwined, hearts racing and bodies trembling. Then, slowly, Erik pulled away, a look of contentment etched on his face. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your eyes, his thumb tenderly caressing your cheek.

"I've missed you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft rustling of leaves. "And I never wanted to let you go."

[peachsayshi]

Hey peach! women lover anon here (idk how else to call myself to let you know that I'm the anon who puts the women thirst in your inbox that ruins you) just realized I never responed to your reply from my last ask/rant (that jjk women poll) so to do that now: that reply was really sweet of you!! 🩷 and yes it was necessary to ruin you by putting thirst in your inbox and I'll do that again (affectionate) 😌

So to (maybe) ruin you today: I'm thinking about Mei feeding me with cocktail and fruit and then putting her hand around my throat while kissing me with tongue in the built-in whirlpool on her massive rooftop terrace <3 or just whirlpool sex with her in general send help 🫣

➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni   ➳  tags: wlw; smut; established relationship; skinny dipping; pet name: kitten, baby

➳  notes: okay, but I could not resist writing something for you. this idea is so hot it's making me a little crazy. please enjoy, and thank you for constantly filling my inbox with mei thirsts <3 ily wc: 560

she looks ethereal bathing underneath the moon; the rays of white light radiating the shimmering strands of her silver hair. you watch in awe as mei runs her perfectly manicured fingers against the blue tinted threads, her red nail polish contrasting harshly against her slicked back mane. her sharp, dark brown eyes never leave yours, her thin brows raising with amusement as she surfaces from underneath the water just enough to bare her perfect collarbones and strong shoulders.

her cheeks are a little flushed, a delicate pink blushing over her smooth skin. she exhales as the warmth of the pool envelops around you, the sound of the whirring jets making your head spin.

your own heart thumps rapidly, creating little bursts of waves on it's own. you place your empty cocktail glass down by the edge, right next to both your soaked bikinis.

mei's so close to you now - you can feel her gentle breath on your skin, practically taste the champagne on the tip of her tongue.

"you were all nervous for nothing..." she coos with a slightly mocking tone, followed by a cheeky giggle that has you squeezing your thighs tightly together.

"what if someone sees us?" you insist, folding your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover yourself.

her lips find your neck, "you're so cute to worry that someone might see us from all the way up here, kitten," she murmurs, her canines grazing down the column as her hands unhook your arms guarding what she seeks.

she slots the frame of her body right up against yours, ensuring that you feel every soft curve of her dangerously bodacious body. she guides you to turn around so your chest is pressing up against the cold tile. your eyes flutter when she kisses your neck, her hands gripping the flesh of your thighs as she slowly parts them.

your knees buckle, brows knitting tightly when you feel the burst of the jet massage up against your clit. after the shock of the initial sensation passes, you find yourself clinging to the edge as your hips rut against the vibrating pulses.

"feels good, huh?" mei whispers in your ear, her body grinding right behind yours in flow to the rhythm of your movements.

"s'good," you mumble, a tension coiling in your lower belly.

"see? you're not worried about us being watched anymore..." she teases, squeezing your breast in her hand and earning another wanton moan as she grazes her nail across your pebbled bud.

you shake your head no, fingers gripping desperately onto the edge of the pool as you try to keep yourself stable.

the hand on your breasts travels up until her fingers circle around your neck. she tilts you to face her, sliding her tongue between your parted lips as her digits grip tightly around your throat.

"hmph, you taste so good, want me to feed you more strawberries after you cum, kitten?"

a string of saliva connects her bottom lips to yours, you can barely get out an "uh-huh" before she's back to frenching you, her messy kisses making your pussy throb with feverish heat.

"let go for me, baby" she whimpers against your lips, the hand between your legs sinking down to the folds of your cunt to push inside the entrance. "want you to cum on my mouth 'n pussy too..."

➳ requests are closed.

[shiyorin]

I just want to preface this request with the information that these are not two separate requests. I just wanted to give you some options to choose from so that you could choose the one that most interesting to you and seems like it would be fun to write about

Now my understanding is limited as I’ve only had the wiki as a source of information, but I tried to come up with some interesting ideas for these character with what I was working with. Because of what little I’ve read and seen of them they are great characters.

So there are two ideas, one for Thiel and one for Gavriel

So for the first one, Thiel. Thiel gets a lot of admonishments from his superiors for his way of doing things and it cause his self esteem to sink a little bit. So maybe a loving session with a female partner who lavishes him in praise is exactly what he needs.

Secondly, Gavriel. Now Gavriel isn’t very aware about the effect his body has on other people, as evidenced by him letting a female remebrancer into his room while scantily claded and not understanding why she was so flustered.

So maybe him interacting with a chapter serf or scribe who becomes increasingly red in the face due to his state of undress and with her explanation why she so flustered around him eventually culminating in sexy times.

#Aeonid Thiel x F!Reader

#Thiel is the best boy!

#PwP, NSFW, comfort sex because he need that, a little femdom!

#Again, I don't have summary.

Aeonid Thiel's chest rises and falls with labored breaths, his muscular frame tense from the rigors of today's battles. Through the dim chamber light, beads of sweat glisten across his physique. As his hardened eyes stare distantly at the ceiling, your petite form drapes atop him, your curves molding to the ridges of his torso.

You nuzzle your cheek against the warm, unyielding plates of his neck, your unruly locks spilling over his skin. Exhaling a stuttered sigh, Thiel relaxes almost imperceptibly under your soothing weight and gentle caresses. Your delicate fingers trace idle patterns along the grooved expanse of his chest, nails lightly raking across the scarred terrain.  

Your hushed murmurs of praise intermingle with the ragged cadence of his breathing. "You are brave today, my sergeant..." You plant a reverent kiss against the column of his throat. "The Emperor himself would be honored by your nobility and valor."

A gruff rumble stirs deep in Thiel's broad chest as your words find their mark. Though his stoic exterior rarely falters, the validation from you holds unfathomable sway over his psyche and body. As if by instinct, his hips give an upward twitch, the thick ridge of his growing arousal grazing your inner thigh.

You let out the faintest moan, grinding yourself against the scorching hardness straining beneath the coarse material of his fatigues. With aching tenderness, your fingers trail down the ridged musculature of his abdomen towards the prodigious bulge, so immense it could likely stint your tiny wrists.

"You deserve more  than that..." You coos against the fevered skin of his neck, your hot breath sending delicious shivers cascading down Thiel's body. 

Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his trousers, you tug them lower with deliberation until his gargantuan cock springs free in all its pulsing glory. A pearlescent bead of pre-seed glistens at the slit of the flared head.

Unable to fully encircle the monstrous girth with your petite digits, you settle for skimming your palms over the searing hot length with featherlight caresses. Thiel can't stifle the guttural groan that wrenches itself from somewhere primal and untamed within his core.

"Shhh..." You murmur against Thiel's navel as he starts, a guttural groan rumbling through his chest. "That's my good boy. I've got you."

You engulf the first few inches in your hands, feeling the ravenous heat radiating from that titanic shaft. Slowly you begin pumping in languid, twisting strokes, coaxing more of that slick nectar from its woefully neglected depths.

Thiel's breath hitches, ribs swelling against your body as you glide along that slippery, pulsing flesh. Try as he might, his self-control is a corded sinew stretched far too taut...

With a strangled gasp, his hips stutter and that huge cock erupts in your pumping caresses. Thick ropes of viscous seed come gushing forth, scalding jets that paint your hands and arms with lurid stripes of cream. Spurt after spurt, Thiel's long-withheld climax crashes over him in thunderous waves of ecstasy.

Abruptly, you can feel him tense in a paroxysm of embarrassment, his face flushing as he recoils from the aftermath of his rapture.

"No no, my love." You soothe, slick palms cradling his cheeks. "This pleasure is yours to indulge, without shame..." 

Trailing glistening fingers down his heaving torso, you gather more of the still-oozing pearls dribbling from his tip.

"You are doing your best..."

With those words, you smear the fresh offering of his essence across Thiel's lips, leaving them slick and glistening with his own spend.

"Breathe into it, take your rapture into yourself. That's it..." You said, watching his eyes flutter at the musky taste. "Good boy... now relax... and let everything for me."

[eoieopda]

interlude: sunrise (myg)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader | Darksided AU Type: “Morning After” Drabble // Fluff Word Count: .9K Summary: Two years after your first night with Min Yoongi, you wake up next to him in a Parisian hotel. CW: Brief acknowledgement of nudity; Yoongi’s morning voice; devils, tricks, and the prospect of crepes. A/N: Surprise 🥳 This is a drabble that takes place between the events of Foresight and Darksided! A lil snippet of their anniversary trip to Paris (2018,) which is referenced in Blindsided. Just because, you know, I missed these two terribly 🥲

You woke up in exactly the same condition in which you fell asleep: naked, with an exhausted Min Yoongi mumbling through sleep with his cheek smushed against your shoulder and his equally bare body radiating warmth.

His imitation was so spot-on that you had to do a double-take when you saw the sun — the real sun — making itself known through the glass door of the balcony. As it rose, it backlit the Eiffel Tower not far off, leaving a staggering shadow to stand between your hotel and the break of a new day.

With a contented sigh, you melted back into the mattress and wondered how much convincing it would take to keep Yoongi in that bed with you all day. You had grand plans to ingest every carbohydrate you encountered on the Champs-Élysées; but no mille-feuille could ever be sweeter than this. And though it certainly wasn’t home in a literal sense, it sure as hell felt like it, tangled up with your love in soft, white sheets.

Cutting through comfortable silence, Yoongi muttered something unintelligible and startled himself awake. He jolted, eyes still hazy with sleep as he blinked rapidly up at you. The second he registered your startled face so near to his, you felt the tension leave his body. Just as quickly, he melted back into a puddle, collecting near your collarbone.

“Early,” he mumbled through lips too tired for movement. Of course, he wasn’t wrong in his observation. It was early — offensively so — but your giddy heart was already running marathons at the heavy warmth of Yoongi’s morning drawl.

This was, perhaps, your favorite flavor of his voice; molasses slow and ocean deep. Dawn be damned, you were suddenly wide awake.

Whatever Yoongi said next in that perfect, husky tone was unintelligible. In fact, if you hadn’t felt the column of his throat vibrating against your shoulder, you might not have registered speech at all. Suddenly flustered and beyond fond, you tilted your head to glance down towards his face.

His delicate features were half-buried in your hair as it lay strewn about your pillow, but you still caught the crinkle forming above his closed eyes, between his brows. Pensive, he was concentrating deeply like it took all the effort in the world to repeat himself:

“Gonna be a blizzard.”

You pulled your heart eyes away long enough to look back outside. Finding pink dahlias thriving in the late-August air, you had to wonder if Yoongi was sleep-talking; or worse, sun-downing before it’d even had the chance to finish rising.

Umm…

Both theories went out the window when he shifted a little closer, moved the arm draped over your stomach a little further across, and ran the side of his thumb slowly back and forth along the curve of your waist.

So, you’re awake, but I might be dreaming.

That’s when it clicked. You pursed your lips for a moment to fight off a grin; you failed in an instant.

“Oh, that’s right,” you sighed, laying it on thick. You pressed the palm not hidden underneath his pillow to your forehead, “The weatherman did say to expect a half a meter of snow —”

“— and black ice,” Yoongi interjected. Then, he moved just enough to place a kiss at the side of your neck. He kept his lips there long after the tension in them faded out. You suspected that this was a choice and not simply sleepiness that left him motionless.

His breath tickled when he continued his mumbling, “Big wind, too. Just, like, so much wind.”

You were a second away from exploding into giggles, so you pinched your bottom lip between your teeth. You nodded solemnly in agreement, “The most wind. Far too dangerous to go outside today, I fear.”

“Too bad,” Yoongi offered, though he sounded far from displeased.

The tip of his nose chilled the underside of your jaw when he nudged it against your unsuspecting skin; and it, in turn, nudged a tiny peep out of your otherwise locked lips. When he kissed your neck again, his smile was palpable. You shivered when the hand massaging your side switched targets.

His palm was a whisper up your forearm, over your elbow, ghosting beyond your bicep. Yoongi put his weight onto his elbow just in time for his hand to cup your cheek. You followed his lead and turned your face inward as he sat further upright. Blissed, your eyes drifted shut as he leaned in to kiss you properly.

Perfectly, pillowy soft — so inviting that you had to swallow a petulant little whine when he pulled away too soon.

This time, it was your cheek on the receiving end of his thumb’s delicate brush; reflexively blushing cherry blossom pink when his twinkling, half-lidded eyes fixated on your face with all the love in the world.

“Jagi,” he started with a whisper. 

With that thoughtful crease returning to the space between his eyebrows, your sprinting heart picked up its pace. If your pulse hammered any louder, the guests in the room next door might’ve called over to complain.

You swallowed, anticipated, “Yes, love?”

He paused before he spoke again as if whatever he said next required bravery he had to summon first. He inhaled deeply. You, on the other hand, were breathless. Time stopped and started over in every second that passed while you awaited his impending question.

“Do you think room service will respond this early?”

They may not have heard your heartbeat next door, but you’d venture a guess that every person in that hotel heard Yoongi’s surprised yelp when you uprooted yourself from underneath him. If they hadn’t, they certainly should’ve noted your growl when overtook him, slinging your leg over him until you had him pinned.

Head caged in between your arms, Yoongi blinked up at you with feigned innocence lighting up his irises, “What? You love crepes!”

“You’re so mean,” you whined, earning a smirk from the trickster beneath you. Your exaggerated pout was supported by every muscle in your face. “Devils like you don’t get crepes!”

His abdominal muscles tensed underneath the weight of your body when he sat up slightly just to kiss you again. As he did, he muttered against your lips, “They do, though —” 

Then he kissed you again. 

“— and the girl —” 

And again. 

“— all in due time.”

[vagabond-umlaut]

Bronzen Glaze

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader; Arranged Marriage; Childhood Friendship To Complicated Feelings™️; Fluff & Angst; Implied Smut; Canon-Compliant; Contains Manga Spoilers, Gojo is High-Key Pathetic while Reader is Low-Key Pathetic Here— Author Loves The Dynamics Between Them So Much.

Oneshot From Series: One Day, Three Autumns

"Do we love each other, Satoru?"

The question isn't meant to be melancholic, nor is it meant to be one soaked in blame— the man knows, he really, really does— yet, he can do nothing to dodge the dagger your quiet curiosity plunges into him.

Breath stuttering and fingers slipping off the zip of the jacket, Satoru steals a look of you from the mirror before. Eyes blinking slowly, from the fatigue from yesterday's mission or from today's restless evening, he's not quite sure— but he reckons with every hypnotic flutter of the eyelashes against your cheeks, with every micron your mouth curves into that maddening musing pout, with every sliver of your skin open beyond your tank top and shorts– you may easily rival those Baroque and Rococo paintings you seem to admire so much.

And give them the most crushing defeat ever, while you're at it, too.

Carefully, Satoru offers your reflection a smile. "Is this you asking me if I love you or not, sweetness? I thought you were way more direct in your attacks, weren't you?"

"That I still am, Satoru," you respond without a moment missed. Feet kicking off the covers over them and landing on the cold floor with an audible 'tap', you stretch your arms overhead then shoot an absorbed look his way. If not for the way your eyes dance over him, he deems it would've been awfully difficult to know if you were here or not– apart from your alluring presence, both to his eyes and his Six Eyes, that is.

You sigh, cocking your head to one side. "My question isn't if you love me or not nor if I love you or not— it is if the two of us love each other or not. Tell me, Satoru," you say, inching towards him with small steps until you're near enough for your warmth to radiate off and reach him, reach the numb cold splits and rifts these years have gifted him– and inquire, in that silent voice strong enough to bring him, the strongest sorcerer ever, to his knees, "do you think we lo—"

"No."

You pause.

Satoru looks away from your image. Very painfully so.

For he does love you— oh, how much he does! Perhaps far more than those old tales like to drawl on for— except, he knows this isn't love—

For love must be scented with the cinnamon perfume you gifted him on his birthday, not with the pungent odour of blood and dark curses. For love must be walking home, exhausted yet cheek by jowl, not two meagre nods and murmured greeting in the living room before giving in to the fatigue. For love must be embracing you, beneath the gentle moonlight and tender sunlight, not hovering the skin of his palm over your sleeping form, one inch too away despite there being no Infinity.

For love must be letting go of you– the only one person the sorcerer's ever loved enough to bare himself before, literally and metaphorically, not keeping you confined by the ties you've always viewed as chains– in stark contrast to him deeming them to be threads linking you both together for this lifetime and many more to come.

Grim twisted feelings stream out from the man's brain into his blood, down to his poor pathetic heart– only to all but vanish from within on the brush of something soft against the column of his neck.

Satoru peers down to find your delicate fingers skim over the purple-red mark you've left on him, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, as if you're wondering how you could have done this— Teasing comments threaten to erupt from him any time now; the sorcerer swallows them back– observing your far-too-careful touches, far-too-rigid shoulders, far-too-focused gaze— something tells Satoru, implores him even, to speak before he's too late.

Again.

Quashing his natural tendency to deflect, to escape, wearing a cloak of humor, the man clasps your wrist in his fingers and tugs you close to lift your eyes to lock with his. Then leans down towards you, every word escaping him in a flurry of fear, of love.

"No, we don't love each other— But we're together. And, in this shitty world we live in, that's enough— is it not, sweetness?"

You simply blink back. And, just when Satoru begins to wish he never opened his damned mouth in the first place, he never listened to that damned voice in the first place– he never allowed himself be damned by these feelings for you in the first place— the earth shifts on its axis before his icy-blue gaze.

You smile.

And, while it isn't as wide nor as bright as those which stretched your cheeks back when the times were much simpler; sure enough, it isn't anywhere close to the chillingly formal ones you wear too often these days— Your smile now is genuine.

Yes, the corners of your mouth tremble ever so lightly, Satoru can see that– the exact same way he sees– drinks in, basks in, revels in– your lips curving, your cheeks flushing, you growing closer to him, if not in a metaphorical sense, in the literal sense certainly. Resting a palm on his waist– so light yet heavy with undertones, the man knows you will never let see the light of the sun nor feel the caress of the breeze; you shift the other hand in his loose hold, moving to intertwine your small fingers with his– unintentionally carving yourself the deepest niche in the walls of his existence.

Not that he ever minds it, though.

Every atom inside him vibrating from the situation, from the position, from you, Satoru registers you say with that content hum of yours, he adores so much, "Give me five minutes and we can go on the mission together, 'kay? And don't worry," you add, the exact second the whole of your request clicks into place in his mind, and he moves to protest, you're way too exhausted to go on yet another mission!!— Squeezing his hip lightly, you continue, eyes growing a glint very familiar to him.

"Promise to buy me dinner from Ichiran, and I promise I'll stick to the fringes of the fight, letting you do all the dirty work— fair deal, isn't it, Satoru?"

Fair deal or not, the sorcerer finds himself nodding to your demand, smidgen too enamored with your scheming self, your gleaming self, your easily-eagerly-gladly-agreeing-you-and-he-are-together self–

He smiles. And carefully raising the silver chain from where it nestles on your skin, thumbs the band of sapphires hanging from it. A flicker of something terrifyingly similar to that fondness you showed him in your younger years, skitters across your face— Satoru honestly can't believe how he thought your curious question to be a dagger when it has led to this.

Satoru's smile widens into a grin.

"Hurry up, wifey. Nanamin said it's an emergency mission in Shibuya."

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[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ long nights ft. Taiju Shiba

“Taiju.” You speak softly, as to not disturb him even though he’s assured you many times over that you simply gaining his attention would never disturb him. He looks up from the papers scattered along his desk, bills and schedules that need to be completed and filed before the start of the next work week.

He looks a little tired, yellow eyes usually so sharp are a little more narrow, all colours of blue framing his face in small pieces of hair. “Yes, Angel?” He asks just as softly, sitting up a little straighter when your eyes flicker between his face and his lap.

“How’s.. it goin?”

He knows exactly what you want. But you’re always afraid to ask, especially when he’s working. So instead he just presses his back up firmly against the chair, spreads his thighs out a little, swivels so his lap is readily available.

“C’mere, little one.”

You don’t hesitate. You situate yourself in his lap before he can take back the offer, not that he would anyway. You adjust until you find that familiar comfy spot, your head tucked into the crook of his neck, legs straddling either side of his hips. He presses a big, firm palm against your lower back, smoothing out the curve in your spine until you relax, until he knows you’re held on properly so he can tuck himself back into his desk.

“All good?” He murmurs against your hair, lips pressing a sweet kiss to your temple and you nod. Your fingers play with the tips of his hair as he gets back to work. But the warmth you radiate, the little kisses you leave against the column of his throat, the way your toes curl in content when his fingers simply brush along your back. It all makes him get it done a little bit quicker.

[maldaptivedreamer]

out of service

You meet a stranger at a bar and you invite her to follow you to the bathroom.

content: Navarro x fem reader, errors and mistakes, maybe ooc characters, wlw smut, sex in public bathroom, fingering, oral

wc: ~2.3k

a/n:  Sorry for the abrupt hiatus. I’ve not been feeling well and things have been busy. Request from @soullnsight Hope you enjoy!!

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

A bead of sweat drips down your brow. You throw your head back and let out a throaty moan, your body moving to the rhythm of the music. Your hands glide slowly across your heated skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

As you spin around, the edges of your vision are blurred by flashing lights and smoke. Through the haze, you can see her watching you. Her piercing dark eyes locked onto yours, her lips slightly parted.

You smirk and drag a hand down your chest, feeling a rush of adrenaline and heat at her mesmerized stare. Your nipples harden under your touch and your core pulses with desire. You bite your lip and let out a soft whimper as you trace the smooth flesh of your thigh, the hem of your skirt rising just enough to tease her with a glimpse of your lacy panties.

You hide a grin as she tenses in her seat. The man next to her nudges her, but she ignores them in favor of watching you press two fingers to your lips. Your tongue flicks out to the tip of them before you smirk and blow a kiss in her direction.

Her eyes widen at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

With a final lustful look at her, you turn and make your way towards the bathrooms.

The cool air hits you as you push open the door, a welcome relief from the stifling heat of the crowd. You lean against the sink, splashing some water on your flushed face. Your heart is still racing, your skin tingling. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed, hair slightly disheveled, eyes heavy and dark from teasing your stranger.

You chew on your lip in anxiousness as a few minutes pass. You pace and hope you didn’t just embarrass yourself. Just as you're about to succumb to your embarrassment, you hear footsteps falter at the door.

Your chest squeezes in anticipation as the door swings open.

Your stranger steps inside, locking the door behind her. Neither of you speak as she moves closer, her eyes roaming hungrily.

Still slightly out of breath, your voice is airy. “Was worried you wouldn’t follow me.” With your confidence slowly returning, you lean back into the sink with a teasing pout.

Despite her confident words, you can sense a slight hesitation in her eyes. “Yeah well with all the teasin’ you did back there, it would be cruel of me to leave a pretty girl so desperate.”

Your breath hitches as she slowly closes the distance between you, her body radiating heat. She places her hands on either side of you, gripping the sink and loosely caging you in, as if to give you a chance to escape. Your eyes flutter closed as you inhale her intoxicating scent - a mix of leather, oil, and something distinctly feminine.

"Desperate, huh?" you murmur, your lips curving into a coy smile. "What makes you think I'm desperate? Maybe I just like to dance."

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "The way you were movin' out there, touchin' yourself... puttin' on a show. Was that all for me?"

A shiver runs down your spine at her husky tone. You tilt your head, exposing the column of your throat. "I don't know who else it’d be for."

She chuckles low in her throat. More confident at your admission, she presses wet kisses to your neck and tightens her grip. "Then I guess I'd better not disappoint," she murmurs against your skin.

Her lips glide silkily up your neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Her hot tongue presses eagerly against the sensitive skin just below your collarbones, making you gasp. With deliberate movements, she moves her mouth to your shoulder and playfully sinks her teeth into your skin. Though there is no pain, the mere threat of it causes your breathing to quicken and your heart to race.

You struggle to contain a whimper as her plump, velvety lips find a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. She pauses there, gently teasing with her tongue as she traces the rhythm of your pulse. Her bottom teeth drag along your neck, following the path laid out by her tongue, and you can't help but moan in pleasure at the sensation.

When she reaches your jaw, she pauses, her dark eyes meeting yours. There's a question there, a moment of hesitation.

You answer by surging forward and capturing her lips with your own.

The kiss is hungry, desperate. Her hands move to your waist, pulling you flush against her body as your fingers tangle under her unbuttoned shirt. You moan into her mouth as her tongue sweeps across your bottom lip, seeking entrance.

You part your lips eagerly, relishing in the taste of her. Her hands move beneath your dress, her thumbs hooking around your panties and she pushes them down your legs without separating from your lips. Moaning, you rub your hands across her shoulders.

You feel her sly smile against your lips as she cups your core, using her middle finger to drag lightly along your slit. You moan at her teasing touch, arching into her hand, craving more.

Her lips separate from yours with a wet smack and her hand slides down to grip your thigh. Her eyes narrow in satisfaction as you dazedly chase her lips. She lowers herself to the floor on her knees and slowly lifts your thigh onto her shoulder.

As you lean back against the counter, the hard edge presses into your lower back. Your fingers curl tightly around the counter's edge, gripping it in a desperate attempt to steady yourself. 

Her brown eyes hypnotize yours, piercing yours in concern. “Is this okay?”

You hide a warm smile and reach out hand to her cheek. “I have a pretty girl between my legs… I’m more than okay, baby. Now as much as I like how sweet and considerate you are, I’m giving you full permission to take whatever you want from me.”

Without warning, she dives forward, her hot mouth pressing against your core. You gasp at the sudden sensation, your head falling back as her tongue licks at your folds. Her strong hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as she works you with her mouth.

You bite your lip to stifle a moan, acutely aware of the thin bathroom walls. You fail at containing any of your noises as she envelops your clit with her lips and sucks, flicking it with her tongue. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"Oh god," you whimper, one hand flying to her head.

She hums in approval and grips your ass, helping you grind into her mouth. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, never breaking her rhythm. The sight of her between your legs, face glistening with your arousal, nearly pushes you over the edge.

Suddenly, she slides two fingers inside you, curling them into you. You clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry. Your walls clench around her fingers as she pumps them in and out, her tongue still working your clit.

Dropping your hand, you feel any semblance of restraint and embarrassment leave you. Your rushed words are sporadically broken by loud moans. “Fuck- You feel so good. As soon as I saw you, knew I wanted you- Got so wet dancing for you. Was so tempted to touch myself f’you.”

Your words dissolve into a breathless moan as she increases her pace, her fingers pumping faster as her tongue swirls around your clit.

"Oh god," you gasp. Your words merge with one another as you push them past your lips. "Y’ coulda fucked me in the middle of that crowd an’ I woulda let you."

She grunts into you and gently presses her teeth to you, twisting her fingers.

Your eyes roll back and the coil of tension in your belly snaps. Cumming with a cry, your body shudders as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

She guides you through it, her movements slowing as you calm. When you're too sensitive, you gently push her head away. She stands, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she smirks up at you.

Ignoring the unsteadiness of your legs, you draw her up to you and press your lips to hers. You can taste yourself on her lips and she moans as you push your tongue into her mouth for more.

You force yourself to part from her. “Can I touch you?”

Her eyes darken with desire and she nods, her voice raspy. "Please."

Your hands glide down her body, tracing the intoxicating curves beneath her clothing. With a gentle turn, you guide her to lean forward, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her top as you move behind her.

You undo the zipper of her tight leather pants, sliding your hand inside. A deep moan escapes her lips as your fingertips dance across her sensitive skin, feeling the warmth emanating from her core. You continue to stroke and tease her through her damp panties, reveling in the sensation of how wet she’s gotten for you.

"You’re so sweet baby. You’re so wet for me," you purr, circling her clit with your thumb.

You capture her lips again as you slide two fingers against her, slipping past the barrier of her underwear. Your fingers glide through her slick folds, circling her clit teasingly.

She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her head falling back against your shoulder. "Fuck," she hisses, her hips bucking into your touch.

"Please," she whimpers, a needy sound you never thought you'd hear from the pretty stranger across the bar.

Unable to resist her plea, you slide two fingers inside her. She gasps as you curl your fingers, reaching your other hand around to play with her clit. The sound of her cry echoes through the bathroom as her inner walls clench tightly around your fingers. You set a steady rhythm on her sensitive clit, eliciting moans of ecstasy from her lips. Your fingers, however, have a mind of their own as they move at a fluctuating pace, thrusting in and out of her dripping core.

Maybe it's a little cruel, but every time she gets close, you slow down, prolonging the intense pleasure for both of you. You can't help but savor her and the way her body responds to your touch.

As you taste the salty sweat on her skin, you moan softly and nibble at her neck, leaving marks that will hopefully remind her of you. She trembles under your touch as you raise a hand to play with her chest.

With a wet smack, you pull away and whisper in her ear. "Look at yourself, baby."

Shrugging the shoulder she leans on, you watch in the mirror as she meets your eyes. “You’re so pretty. Couldn’t help but notice you from across the bar and you look so pretty covered in me. With my fingers in you…” Your words are punctuated by the wet sounds your hand makes as it thrusts into her. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves under your fingers. “You’re stunning. I got so wet thinking about you fucking me. And me fucking you.”

Moaning, she turns her head to capture the rest of your dirty words. You groan at the taste of you and something that is distinctly separate and her. Raspily, she whispers against your lips. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night. Every taste of you leaves me wanting more," she gasps, her hips grinding against your hand. "Oh fuck. Don't stop, please don't stop."

You increase your pace, curling your fingers making her whole body shudder. Your thumb finds her clit, circling it in tight, quick motions. She's close, you can feel it in the now familiar way her walls flutter around your fingers.

"That's it, baby," you murmur, nipping at her earlobe. "I wanna see you cum for me."

With a strangled cry, she cums, her body tensing and shaking against yours. Your movements slow as she comes down from her high. When she slumps back against you, panting, you gently withdraw your hand.

Your eyes flutter closed with a groan as you taste her on your fingers.

Your heavy eyelids slowly open, revealing the sight of her flushed face with a delicate sheen of sweat and kiss-swollen lips. Her glazed eyes meet yours with an intense desire that ignites a fresh wave of lust within you. It's clear that she feels the same as you both indulge in an unrestrained kiss.

Your tongues meet and eagerly explore each other's flavors. But before things can escalate further, a loud knock suddenly interrupts at the door. “Hellooo!?!” The slurred words are garbled out, causing some of the hunger to subside.

You both freeze. The knock comes again, more insistent this time.

"Just a minute!" you call out, trying to keep your voice steady.

She quickly adjusts her pants, buttoning them with shaky fingers. You smooth down your skirt and run a hand through your tousled hair, trying to make yourselves look somewhat presentable.

"Shit," She mutters, glancing at the door. "We should probably..."

"Yeah," you agree reluctantly.

Your eyes lock in a final, passionate gaze, both of you silently yearning for more. She leans in close and presses her lips hungrily against yours, sending a tingling sensation throughout you. As she pulls away, you already feel a sense of longing and regret.

With a quick flick of her wrist, she unlocks the door behind her and you quietly slip out into the hallway. A drunk woman impatiently waits outside, muttering apologies as she stumbles past you.

Before you can run away, your stranger catches your hand and pulls you close. "This isn't over," she whispers in your ear with determination. However, a flicker of shyness crosses her face and she winces slightly before adding, "I'm Navarro, by the way."

You can't help but laugh at her sudden change in demeanor as you guide her through the hallway and into the moving crowd.