#he kisses them and whispers soft words about them each night

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girl you're taking home - CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning: angst!, cheating, affair, unnamed girlfriend

A/N: someone get me away from these country songs!

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

He didn't mean for it to go this far. It was meant to be a one-time moment after getting a little too drunk at the Ferrari Gala. He didn't mean to get so attached, so infatuated. She was his race engineer, for god's sake. They worked for the same company. It shouldn't work, it couldn't work. But here they were. 

One drunk mistake led to another drunk mistake which led to sober mistakes. It happened anytime he needed company, or anytime he felt frustrated. Anytime he just needed someone you were that person. You were the only person who could get him back to being in a good mood. No one batted an eye. If you could calm Charles down who were they to question? 

No one thought anything beyond it because of Charles's very public relationship. Often, the two of them would be in headlines and gossip blogs—the picture-perfect couple, gaining more likes on Ferrari's Instagram than anything else. 

Even with his picture-perfect life, it wasn't enough for Charles. He loved his girlfriend, and she was a great girl, but she wasn't the one he thought about every second of every day. When he found out any news, she wasn't the one he wanted to share with. That person was you, the one person he looked forward to seeing every race week. 

You weren't dumb; you knew it was wrong. There was nothing anyone could say to condone the affair. The selfish part of you continued it. Each time you thought of ending it, he would whisper sweet nothings into your ear, reassuring you that you were his girl, the one he wanted, and he loved you and only you. And every single time, you believed him. 

A part of you should have known how much of an emotional heartbreak it would be to be in this "relationship". The way you couldn't go out to do normal date activities, no longing smiles or someone would catch on, no introducing you as his girlfriend and taking you home to his family. All that there was were late-night calls asking to come over and a few minutes at the paddock before either of you were needed.  

Monza was the breaking point for you. It was a great day for Charles, for Ferrari, it should be good for you. Watching Charles, the Prince of Ferrari cross the finish line and take the win home was a momentous occasion. He did it. Ferrari did it. 

"YOU DID IT CHARLES!" your joyous voice came on the radio. He replied with as much emotion as he did in Monaco. Hearing that was worth all the stress you both endured this season. 

When he got out of the car he ran straight to the Ferrari crew, with you right in the center. His eyes locked onto you and soon a smile spread on his lips bringing you in for a bone-crushing hug. "We did it mon cherie." His voice was soft, not noticeable to anyone around you. But you heard him loud and clear. 

"You did it, Prince of Ferrari." You pulled back with a big smile on your face. How you wanted to keep him there longer and kiss him, but you couldn't you weren't his. 

After a moment he moved on to other members hugging and shaking their hands before he was needed in the cool down room. When he was on top of that podium it was like nothing else mattered. The loud cheering from the Tifosi crowd, the red smoke, the Ferrari flags, all of that was blind to you. The only thing you could think of was dousing him in champagne after the team picture. 

Making your way to the garage it was then that everything hit you. Charles was kissing his girlfriend with their dog in her arms while every camera seemed to be shoved in their face. A perfect couple, a perfect family. Something you will never get to have with him. No matter how many times he told you so in secret, it was never going to happen. 

The rest of the day, although filled with cheers and celebrations left and right was a day you wanted to be over. The only thing you wanted to do was to go back to the hotel and sleep. No more racing, no more celebrating, no more thinking. If only it were that easy. Being a vital part of today's win, you were forced to go out and celebrate with the team, with Charles. Fred wouldn't take no for an answer and the publicist would think it was a bad idea if the race-winning engineer was not celebrating with the team, in Ferrari's home nonetheless. 

That's how you found yourself at dinner, sitting right across from Charles and his girlfriend. You were lucky to have Carlos next to you. Someone who could distract you from the day. All night you talked with everyone else on the table but Charles. He could tell something was up. He tried to get your attention whether it was nudging your leg under the table or staring right at you. It wasn't till he got you alone in the VIP section of the club that you were dragged to by Carlos. 

"What's wrong?" His voice was soft, a tone he normally used with you. The VIP section was thankfully dark enough to hide how close he was to you. 

"Crazy day, just tired." You wanted him to get the hint to leave you alone. The talk about fully ending this was not something you wanted to do in a random club celebrating one of Ferrari's greatest days. 

"Wanna head out?" There it was, the voice that would get you in trouble. The tone that made you say yes every time, but not tonight, not ever again. 

"We can't."

"And why is that?" He teased. Of course, he thought you were playing around or maybe he had a bit too much to drink and wasn't thinking straight. That had to be the reason he was being so bold with his girlfriend in the same building. 

"You're girlfriend is here." You watched his smirk turn downward into a frown. He forgot she was here. His focus has been on you since dinner and he forgot he had company this week. 

Charles knew he was pushing his luck and being risky, he couldn't blame it on the alcohol because he was well aware of his surroundings to be intoxicated, "Later tonight?"

"No Charles, not ever. We can't do this anymore."

"You don't really mean that do you mon cherie?" His sweet voice ran down your spine as he ran his hands on your exposed tighs. I guess it was now or never, you didn't want to do it in a club, but this needed to end, for the sake of your mental. 

"I do. Charles, I love you, I do. And this is fun, but you have someone you get to go home to while you leave my bed at some random hour of the morning making me wake up next to no one. You get to flaunt and take her home while I'm sitting here stupidly thinking that would be me someday. I can't keep being the one you call when you need help or are feeling alone. You have that person already and, no matter how much I want it to be me it's not and it's never going to be. This is where I cut off every connection to you." You tried to be as sincere as possible, but the more you let out the more the words sounded like venom.

He was not hearing any of it—not right now. You were just emotional about the day or maybe had too much to drink; that was the only logical reason. "What the hell are you talking about? How are you cutting me off?"

"Lewis asked if I could be his engineer next year. I said yes a while ago." The mention of his new teammate hit him like a truck. You were being serious. Why else would you bring up Lewis? There was no way you were breaking things off with him personally and professionally. He was losing you either way.

"You're leaving me?! Leaving us?" His voice rose with each comment. Thankfully, the music was blasting, and all the chatter didn't alert anyone else. 

"There should have never been us. I'm your race engineer, not your girlfriend. I was just a person who was there for you whenever someone wasn't around. It was wrong of me to do and continue to after that night."

"No, tell me you don't mean that. I need you. You're the one that's always on my mind, I can't get you out of it like that."The look on his face would have made you take back your words any other time. He looked so defeated, voice pleading with you to change your mind. 

"I'm sorry."

"So that's it?"

"I'm sorry." You gave one last smile before walking out of the club. You didn't look back because you knew you would fall back into his trance if you did. 

[kaira-diaries]

Affection

Warnings: (Fluff-shared bath) (Mentions of wound)

Pairing: (reader! x In-ho)

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: In-ho finally opens up to you about his feelings.

A/N: The bathtub idea came to me and I just had to jump on it OPE enjoy WOO.

Masterlist <-

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Affection was a rare currency when it came to In-ho, doled out sparingly and always on his terms.

It wasn't something you demanded or even dared to request. You simply accepted the scraps he chose to offer, hoarding those fleeting moments of tenderness as though they were precious jewels. Of course, you longed for more—achingly so—but you understood: In-ho was a man of intricate layers, a fortress of complexities that guarded his emotions tightly.

Tonight was different—you felt it the moment he walked through the door. Something had happened. His usually guarded eyes were uncharacteristically glassy, emotions swimming in their depths that he hadn't yet spoken aloud. He crossed the space between you in an instant, his arms wrapping tightly around you as though afraid you might slip away. His breath was warm against your ear as he murmured soft promises, each word laced with a quiet desperation that sent a shiver down your spine.

Now, the two of you were submerged in the marble bathtub, the water lapping gently against your skin as steam rose into the air, curling like whispers of smoke. He sat behind you, his broad chest a solid wall of warmth pressed against your back. The firm, reassuring weight of his arms circled your waist, holding you so close it was as though he feared even the water might come between you.

His lips brushed against your shoulder in slow, deliberate kisses, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The tenderness in his touch was almost reverent, his fingers splayed across your stomach as though grounding himself in your presence. The rhythmic sound of water dripping from the edge of the tub was the only interruption to the heavy silence, one that felt less like emptiness and more like the quiet aftermath of a storm.

You drew in a steadying breath, tilting your head slightly until your nose brushed against his. The intimate gesture made his lashes lower, his eyes mere shadows in the dim light. "What happened?" you whispered, your voice barely audible above the gentle slosh of the water.

His response came not in words at first, but in the press of his lips against yours—brief, soft, and almost evasive. "I don't know what you're talking about," he murmured, his voice low and even, though his intense gaze betrayed him. Those dark eyes of his, so full of depth and unspoken emotion, always had a way of undoing you. You felt your resolve waver as warmth spread low in your belly, a heat that wasn't from the water. Your eyes darted away, breaking the spell, and you exhaled slowly, your chest rising and falling as you reached for the soap sitting just beyond your shoulder. "Your turn," you murmured, your tone lighter as you wrestled his arms away from your waist. His grip was firm, reluctant to release you, but you managed to turn in his lap until you were facing him, your knees brushing against his in the shallow water.

Lathering the soap in your palms, you pressed them to his chest, the heat of his skin seeping into your fingers. The scent of the soap, fresh and clean with a hint of sandalwood, mingled with the faint trace of him that always lingered. Your hands glided over the firm lines of his chest, following the curve of his collarbone and the definition of his muscles. When your fingers brushed the raised, jagged line of a scar—a gunshot wound from a year ago—you froze for a moment, your lips pressing into a thin line. Your thumb traced the rough edges instinctively, the memory of that night flashing vividly in your mind. The panic, the blood, the fear that had gripped you like a vice—it was all as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

You grunted softly, a sound that was half frustration, half pain. His eyes flicked to yours, searching, but you shook your head and continued to rub the soap into his skin. If he noticed the way your hands trembled for a split second, he didn't say anything. Instead, he let you work, his gaze steady on you, grounding you in the present even as your mind lingered in the past.

A steady hand came to rest on your cheek, the warmth of his touch anchoring you in the moment. Your movements stilled as your eyes lifted to meet his, searching his face for clues to the turmoil you sensed brewing beneath the surface. His expression was a strange mix of relief and something darker—something you couldn't quite place.

"The players rebelled," he said at last, his voice low and weighted.

Your heart lurched in your chest, skipping a beat as the words sank in. "What?" you whispered, your voice barely audible, caught somewhere between disbelief and dread.

Before you could say more, he pulled you forward, enveloping you in his arms as though shielding you from an invisible threat. Your cheek pressed against the firm plane of his chest, his heartbeat steady but faster than usual, betraying the tension he carried. One of his hands slid up to tangle gently in your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as though grounding himself in your presence.

"I took care of it," he murmured, his lips brushing against the crown of your head as he spoke. "But… they were just a corridor away from our quarters. From you."

Your stomach twisted at the thought, a chill running down your spine despite the heat of the bathwater. The idea of danger coming so close, of him having to stand between you and whatever chaos had erupted, made your breath snag.

His grip on you tightened, "I know I've never said it outright, and maybe I've been too stubborn to show it—but you mean more to me than anything else. More than I ever thought someone could."

His words lingered in the air, heavy with sincerity, and your chest tightened at the rawness of his admission. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound the gentle ripple of water around you.

Slowly, you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against the sharp planes of his cheekbones. His eyes, usually so guarded, were open now, vulnerable in a way that made your heart ache.

"You don't have to say anything else," you murmured softly, your voice trembling slightly. "I already know. I've always known."

A flicker of relief crossed his face, but you weren't done. You leaned in closer, your lips hovering just a breath away from his as you whispered, "And for what it's worth…I feel the same. I'd follow you anywhere, through anything. You've always been it for me."

His lips parted as if to respond, but you didn't let him. Closing the small distance, you kissed him, slow and deep, your fingers sliding into his hair as his arms tightened around you. It wasn't just a kiss—it was a promise, a shared understanding that needed no more words.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads pressed together, his breath mingling with yours, he let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh. "You make everything worth it," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

"And you," you replied with a tender smile, brushing your thumb along his cheek, "are my home."

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

short, fluffy artkita fanfic

includes artyom reassuring nikita and being the sweetest possible as well as awkward, embarrassing teen romance.

note: i just whipped this up because that one post made me think of this. i love artyom being sweet to nikita so much. believe it or not, have a sweet fanfic for these two that ive been working on for several months.

it was a beautiful night. snow fell and laid perfectly on the ground outside, the moonlight filtering in through the window and casting a pale white glow over the dark room.

it was so peaceful and fit the scene perfectly. nikita had gone over to artyoms apartment, now laying in bed with him.

he wasnt feeling well and had expressed that to his friend. as stoic and straight faced as artyom could be, he still worried for nikita. he told him to come over for the night, not wanting him to hurt himself or do something stupid. it was bound to happen.

so instead, they laid together, all cuddled up in bed with the blankets piled up high. it was so cozy and warm, it felt amazing to have this type of companionship.

“im sorry for being such a bother, tyoma,” nikita spoke softly into the others chest, head laying on it “i shouldve stayed home.”

artyom was quick to hush him, hand coming up to run his fingers through his hair “its fine, kitja. i asked you over - youre not bothering me.” if he was being honest, he needed the company too. he hadnt been able to sleep all night, but he knew hed be able to like this.

as much as they got on each others nerves, they could also be the one thing to calm each other down.

“why?,” he asked a beat later, glancing up at him “you never seem to care.” he muttered, not wanting to cause any trouble when things were so nice, but he was pleasantly surprised by the answer given back to him.

the other sighed, nails scratching at his scalp soothingly “i do care, nikita. i always care about you,” his words came out sweet and gentle, a twinge of tiredness to his voice “youre my friend, i love you. i wouldnt be doing this if you werent, would i?”

nikita slowly shook his head, supposing that was true. he felt so lucky to have someone like artyom. he was truly a gift, so special and different from anyone he had ever met.

“no, i guess not,” he replied, body relaxing against him “i just - i dont know,” he swallowed hard, clearly nervous, but he stayed patient and gave him time “i worry im too much for you.” he said it quieter then the rest, just barely above a whisper.

he doesnt respond for a moment, picking his words carefully in his head.

“youll never be too much for me,” it was the truth, he would never be too much for him to handle. hell, they killed people together, why would a little bit of emotional damage be too much for him? “i can handle anything you throw my way, you know that,” he paused, then added, albeit a little embarrassed “i wouldnt give you up over something so small.”

a small smile spread across nikitas face upon hearing that. something as simple as that made him so happy to hear. he loved artyom and wanted to know he loved him too, that he cared about him and that all of their issues were just scratches rather then full blown wounds.

“do you really mean that?”

“yeah, i do. i wouldnt trade you for the world.”

it was sweet and awkward, a little embarrassing for two teenage boys, but they still acted this way anyway. they wouldnt say it out loud, but there was a mutual feeling between them that was stronger then just a normal friendship. their actions words, although embarrassing, conveyed that alone.

“i wouldnt trade you for the world either,” he holds onto him a little tighter “youre the best, tyoma. i love you.”

it made artyoms face warm up a little to hear that, a soft layer of blush dusted over his cheeks. he smiled warmly “i love you too, kitja,” he placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head “now, go to sleep. im tired.”

nikita couldnt help the small giggle he let out, eyes fluttering closed as all the tension in his body eased completely.

it felt nice to have him over top of him like this. the weight and warmth of his body was therapeutic and soothing, making his eyelids feel heavy and his mind fuzzy with sleep. he takes a moment to stare though, admiring how handsome he looked when he was like this.

hes all he could ever need. deep down he hoped their friendship will stay intact and that nothing will get in the way of it, he thinks he could spend the rest of his life like this, maybe with a few adjustments, but nonetheless he wouldnt have it any other way.

his own eyes closed, easily drifting off now that he had nikita with him.

[woozinhos]

Hi can you write a s.coups princess treatment headcannon? Also, your work its AMAZING BRO 🥹🥹🥹

Notes: stop anon you’re so cute thank you so much!!I try my best hehe

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- Seungcheol loves treating you like a princess. He spoils you with gifts, showers you with compliments, and goes out of his way to make you feel like the most cherished person in the world.

- He's always there to open doors for you, carry your bags, and pull out your chair at restaurants. He wants to take care of you and make your life as easy as possible.

- When you're not feeling well, he'll take time off work to stay home with you and take care of you himself. He'll make you soup, bring you medicine, and hold you close until you feel better.

- Seungcheol loves seeing you dressed up in beautiful dresses and jewelry. He'll accompany you to any event or party, standing by your side with a proud smile on his face.

- He has a soft spot for princess movies and loves watching them with you. During movie nights, he'll hold you close and let you lean on him, offering you snacks and drinks whenever you want them.

- In the bedroom, Seungcheol is a true gentleman. He'll treat you like a queen, making sure your every need is met and your pleasure is always taken care of.

- When you're feeling particularly needy, Seungcheol will give you extra special attention in bed. He'll take his time undressing you, kissing every inch of your body and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

- He'll make love to you slowly and gently, savoring every moment of intimacy. He'll hold you close, whispering words of praise and adoration as he brings you to ecstasy.

- He loves to pamper you with gifts in bed as well. He'll bring you expensive lingerie and toys to use, all while ensuring your pleasure comes first.

- He'll use his hands and mouth to explore every part of your body, worshipping you like the goddess you are. He'll make sure you come at least once before he even thinks about seeking his own release.

- Afterwards, he'll hold you close and tell you how much he loves you, running his fingers through your hair and gently caressing your skin until you both fall asleep.

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Seungcheol positioned himself behind you, his hands gently guiding you onto all fours. He admired the view of your body, the way your curves were accentuated in this position.

"You look so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "Like a true princess." He ran his hands down your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His fingers traced the contours of your body, exploring every inch of your skin with reverence.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he promised, his lips trailing kisses down your spine. "Just relax and let me take care of you." Seungcheol slowly entered you from behind, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move. He took his time, each thrust deliberate and calculated to hit the right spot.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, his breath hot against your ear. "Take me so well." He started to pick up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency. His hands moved from your hips to your breasts, cupping them gently as he continued to thrust into you. As Seungcheol's thrusts became more powerful, he started to play with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pinching them gently. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, causing you to gasp and arch your back.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "You like being taken from behind, like a good princess."

[rarepairdumpster]

Silco Oral HCs + Trans Viktor

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Nerve Damage, Oral Sex, Trans Viktor, Viktor doesn't want a dick and that's okayyyy

Thinking about how odd Silco's lips must feel around dick. 

One side so stiff, barely moving. The other side supple and fluid.

He probably had to retrain part of his face.

Do stretches and things, even though it likely hurt.

There's probably some nerve issues there too. Has trouble feeling when when spit starts to run down the side of his chin.

He's angry/mortified, the first time a casual/temporary partner reached to wipe it away, because he didn't know it was there.

Also his lips are scarred on one side and that tissue is probably a little harder.

The first casual partner makes a little face when Silco first wraps his mouth around them, because that doesn't feel quite right? And they don't know if they like it.

its also why he prefers trans men

the first trans man he eats out after The Incident is just squirmy as fuck and panting like yeah yeah yeah that feels SO GOOD

He's surprised at how useful his nose is. It's the first time having a big nose felt like a positive.

Viktor putting off sleeping with Silco because the last time he thought someone would understand that he wasn't interested in bottom surgery, they definitely did not understand. He doesn't want to go through that again.

Meanwhile, Silco is eyeing him up constantly, full of hunger and longing, wanting to bury his face in that pussy that he's certain is as gorgeous as Viktor is.

It's been weeks since they've started seeing each other in secret, and while Silco is a patient man, he can feel the hunger in Viktor's kiss and can see how his eyes darken just moments before he excuses himself for the night.

He can see that hint of wetness in Viktor's slacks too, as he moves, and he wonders what's holding Viktor back.

The next time Viktor excuses himself, Silco grabs his wrist before he stands.

"Wait," Silco loosens his grip and sighs. "I will wait...forever for you." He brings Viktor's hand up and places the soft side of his lips to Viktor's palm. "But I wish I knew why you're denying yourself so."

Viktor feels something stutter inside him at how Silco is looking at him. So soft and yearning.

"The last person I...." Viktor looks away, regretful. He hesitates for a long moment and then says, "He didn't understand. That I'm...content. With how I look now. He thought....he expected me to change, to...want to."

"Darling, I wouldn't dare expect you to change for me or anyone else," Silco lets Viktor go and his hand goes to his scar. 

"How could I not accept you for everything you are, when you've done the same for me?"

Viktor looks at him, feeling so....struck by what Silco said

Silco takes the moment to lean forward, wrapping his arm around Viktor's waist like before, pulling him closer. 

"Stay," he requests, ducking his head to kiss Viktor's neck. "Let me show you how perfect you are."

"Okay," Viktor whispers, voice trembling a little. Runs his hands over his strong shoulders. "Okay, love."

Nerves at the base of Silco's skull ignite when he hears Viktor call him love and he trails his lips up along Viktor's jaw before catching his mouth again.

He reaches down between them, spreading his palm on the inside of Viktor's thigh, tips of his fingers teasing the crease of Viktor's hip.

Viktor let's out a noise that's part whimper and part moan. He can feel the heat through his slacks, can feel the pressure near his mound.

Silco twists his wrist at his finger tips, stroking upward now, over Viktor's pants and pressing his middle finger through the wet spot Viktor had already soaked through between his legs. He practically swallows Viktor's gasp before bringing his damp finger to his mouth and slipping in between his lips. 

Viktor is staring at Silco groans at the taste before leaving Viktor on the couch and dropping to his knees between Viktor's legs.

Viktor wasn't certain what he'd expected from Silco's pleading words, but Silco on his knees, pushing his legs further apart, hadn't been it. 

Viktor starts to wonder if he's delirious when Silco opens the placket of his slacks with steady, confident hands.

Silco leans back as he pulls Viktor's pants down to his knees before ducking under the fabric and resting Viktor's thighs on his shoulder. He looks up at Viktor and gives him a one sided grin before he dives between Viktor's folds.

"H-ha -- fuck!"

Viktor almost jumps into Silco's mouth, because oh oh oh, he hasn't had a face buried in his pussy in quite some time. Especially not one with such a prominent nose. And this is so---Viktor digs his fingers into the cushions.

Silco moans at Viktor's taste and laps up as much of Viktor's juices that he can, as if he had been lost in the sands of Shurima for days. He lets Viktor grind against his nose as he drags his tongue along Viktor's walls.

Viktor wants to watch but the way it feels makes his back arch, head tipping back against the couch.

He loses the ability to form coherent sentences soon enough.

And Silco is so smug, because this is what he wanted. This was what Viktor deserved.

Silco's hands wrap around Viktor's thighs like a lifeline, pulling them open ever so much more as he listens to Viktor falling apart above him. He tips his nose up only to suck on Viktor's clit, the boy's legs shaking on either side of his head as he hastens Viktors climax.

Silco grunts when one of Viktor's hands shoots to his head and grips his hair.

Viktor lets out a stream of keening noises, broken up with a frantic please

Viktor's other hand is splayed over Viktor's face as he pants.

Janna, but he'd never fucking squirted before. That was--

Viktor doesn't have the words.

He doesn't have much time to think of them either as Silco continues to move his fingers slowly, not quite easing out of him ever. 

Viktor gasps as he feels Silco press his nose back to his sensitive hood, and he chases the pleasure, grinding down against it. He moves slowly against Silco until he comes again, moaning as he let himself enjoy the oversensitive glow.

"Darling boy," is what Silco murmurs when he withdraws finally, only far enough to tease adoring kisses along Viktor's trembling thigh

Viktor grasps at Silco's vest, tugging on it. "Come back, please" 

Silco slides back up Viktor's body, pushing his knee into Viktor's crotch. "I'm right here," he whispers against Viktor's lips before kissing him.

Viktor chokes on a laugh when he hears a ripping sound.

It's his fucking pants, stretched taut by his legs spreading wider to accommodate Silco's torso, etc

Silco smiles. "I'll replace those."

Viktor just nods, hands now cupping Silco's face, and then the two are kissing again. He hums at the taste of himself.

Arch + Woods

[rubywillkins]

hello my love i would love to place an order for franco colapinto xfemale!reader

drink: a macchiato with whipped cream, soy and almond milk.

breakfast: meatballs, fish and chips, caprese skewers

main: butter fried chicken, potato gnocchi with some sparkling water if you may!!!

sorry if its too much xx

Sure Love ♥️

Franco Colapinto| Golden devotion

Pairing franco × female reader

Macchiato playboy in love whipped cream sweet sex soy milk oral sex almond milk vaginal sex meat balls body worship fish and chips hickeys caprese skewers Breeding kink butter fried chicken "slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere" potato gnocchi "shh, just look at me baby” sparkling water aftercare

It was late at night when Franco and Y/N stepped into the luxurious suite overlooking the Monaco skyline. The glimmering lights from the harbor painted golden patterns across the room. The air was thick with desire, yet beneath it all lay a deep, unwavering love that had taken Franco by surprise.

Franco Colapinto, Formula 1’s most notorious playboy, had never believed in settling down. Women came and went, just like the seasons, until Y/N walked into his life. She wasn’t like the others; she didn’t fall for his cocky smirk or his charms. Instead, she challenged him, pushed him to be better, and made him feel things he never thought possible. She was his calm amidst the chaos of racing, and tonight, he was determined to show her just how much she meant to him.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Franco’s intense gaze locked onto Y/N. She was breathtaking, dressed in a silk slip that clung to her body in all the right places. He closed the distance between them, his hands finding her waist as he pulled her close.

“You know you’re mine, right?” he murmured, his Italian accent thick with emotion.

Y/N smiled, running her fingers through his dark, unruly hair. “Always.”

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed like she was the most precious treasure he’d ever held. Laying her down gently, he hovered over her, his lips ghosting over hers.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered. “Do you know that? I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Body, soul, everything.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine. She saw the sincerity in his dark eyes, the way he looked at her like she was made of gold. His lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses, each one worshipful, reverent. He took his time, savoring every inch of her skin like it was a masterpiece crafted just for him.

“I want all of you,” he confessed as his hands caressed her curves. “I want us to have everything together. A home, a family…everything.”

His admission made her heart swell. They’d talked about the future in passing, but tonight, there was a desperation in his voice that made her believe he wanted it more than anything.

“Franco…” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I want to make you mine in every way,” he said, his lips pressing against her collarbone. “I want to see you carrying my child, bella. I want the world to know you’re mine.”

Franco worshiped her, body and soul, and he made sure she knew it with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of love.

He removed her and his clothes one by one slowly kissing her... From her face to toe.. kissing and sucking at each part givinh her hickeys all over her body... worshipping her body...with his love.. his kisses..

After sometime he was again at his favourite part your clit.. you can feel his warm breath on your sensetive part.. he starts to slowly lick your clit.. while massaging your breast with his hand..

He started fucking you with his tounge... Making your eyes roll and your hands were tangled in his hair.. was also pressing his head towards your vagina...

After making you cum with only using his tounge he licked all of your juices.. and slowly inserts his dick inside in one go...

And starts fucking you... He flipped you like 5 times... Trying 5 new position.. the way he flipped you several times... It was so hot...

But he found the perfect position... Bolstered beauty...

He slid a pillow right Bellow your abdomen... Your stomach and tits touching the bed while your ass in air.. thirsty for his dick...

He inserted it in you again.... This time it was rough but perfectly satisfying for both of you..

"slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere" you said moaning and enjoying his dick..

"shh, just look at me baby” he said turning your head a bit for a moment.. so he can make your you were okay...

And he starts pounding into you again.. after sometime he cum inside you...

Filling your vagina with his warm seeds ..

When it was over, they lay tangled together, their breaths mingling as the room fell into a comfortable silence. But Franco wasn’t done showing her how much he cared.

He slipped out of bed and returned moments later with a warm, damp cloth. Gently, he cleaned her, his touch tender and full of care.

“Are you okay, amore?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed. “More than okay.”

He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Stay here.”

He disappeared again, returning with a bottle of water and a soft blanket. He helped her sip the water, his fingers brushing against hers as he held the bottle. Then he wrapped the blanket around her, pulling her into his arms.

“I love you,” he murmured against her hair. “You’re everything I never knew I needed.”

She snuggled closer, resting her head against his chest. “I love you too, Franco.”

They lay like that for what felt like hours, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back as he whispered sweet nothings in Italian. He told her how beautiful she was, how much he adored her, how he couldn’t wait to see her glowing with their child. Every word was filled with love and devotion, leaving no doubt in her mind that she was his world.

Eventually, sleep began to claim them, but not before Franco placed one final kiss on her lips.

“Goodnight, amore mio,” he whispered. “I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life proving how much I love you.”

And as Y/N drifted off in his arms, she knew she’d found something rare and beautiful—a love as passionate and enduring as the man who held her.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Please tumbeeeee I just wanna rebleble 😭😭 but narrr

I just want people to know that ghost has stretch marks. I wrote an entire essay in the tags and it just said no 🥲

[tojbnuy]

boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.

‘how come you don’t hug me?’

immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.

‘what?’

‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’

as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.

‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’

fuck now he’s made you feel bad.

‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’

‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’

you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.

‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’

‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’

his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.

‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.

he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.

‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.

he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.

and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.

neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.

‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’

‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’

your giggle was music to his ears.

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 3 — LINGERIE

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — kazuha, scaramouche, kinich, alhaitham

— warnings. — fem! reader, fingering/scissoring, lots of teasing, alhaitham is the teasing master in this, hot and bothered genshin boys

⚝ — KAZUHA

"do i look good in this?"

good— was an understatement, and kazuha's breath stays stuck in his throat when he sees you in that dainty, little lace, his eyes widening in awe, admiring your magnificence.

the world around him seems to fade, leaving only you bathed in the soft glow of candlelight and frail garments hugging the curves of your body, "you’re… breathtaking," he whispers, his tone of choice an octave lower.

your fingers reach out to guide him, trembling slightly as his digits trace along the intricate patterns of the fabric— every touch was reverent, his fingertips brushing over the sheer bra exposing your erected nipples to him—fuck, it's as though he can’t decide which was more captivating.

"i can’t believe you’re real," he laughs and brushes away the loose hair strands sticking on his forehead, his eyes never leaving yours.

he pulls himself on top of you before placing his palm on your breast, "so beautiful…" kazuha continues, his glossy lips ghosting over your collarbone, his teeth grazing at the sensitive skin on your neck until he’s certain that there's a little hickey there as you twist and curl underneath him, voicelessly telling him to just touch you already.

and here he was now, in fact, he cannot stop touching you, each caress lingering as though to forevermore memorize the feel of you under his hands.

he slips his digits through the flimsy waistband of your underwear as your walls instantly flex and pulse around his fingers when he inserts them knuckles deep— only one, then after pressing it in and out for about three times, he add another, continuously sinking them into you as he smears harsh circles into your clit to multiply the sensation he's about to give you all night.

⚝ — SCARAMOUCHE

you’re so soft above scaramouche and it only spurs him on, especially with those graceful garments daintily squeezing your frame.

his tongue licks across his bottom lip when he pulls his fingers through the panties to scissor his digits inside your walls, playing with those searing spots he knew got you trembling, got you to beg for more. you're curling into him, squeezing yourself so close for him to add a couple kisses on your throat.

the volume of your voice increases each time scaramouche would find another compliment befitting of the new set of lingerie he's bought you— the wider his smirk gets, the more it means you're squeezing his fingers harder, "just like that, you look so good in this, picked it right for you, yeah?"

you eagerly nod as he feels your warmth clamping when he begins to scissor you, pumping his slender fingers in and out before adding the third.

well, lets be honest here, in the beginning he thought to himself on how ridiculous it must be for him to buy you something like that and he almost went back to return the costly good, yet now? wow, how fucking thankful he was to himself that he didn't.

⚝ — KINICH

"gimme a spin, yeah? like that," kinich smirks as you twirl around the newest set of lingerie, a deep red that hugged around the curves of your breasts and leaves almost no fabric left on your bottom.

and those thigh highs you added on, they made him feel like he's about to absolutely ravish you. kinich's not used to being at a loss for words, well, he keeps himself silent on purpose but with you? seeing you like this he thought he could say something other than look at you like a man who's never seen a woman before.

he was too drunk on the sight and so fucking hard already, feeling a twitch inside his boxers when you kneel down to press a harsh kiss on his bulge, looking up at him through doe eyes— and the next almost cruel throb in his shorts was to die for— this is making him lose his mind. you are.

he bites down on his tongue, his hips rolling into your palm with your lips hovering over the length. palming the front of his trousers, your face slants forward to smear your saliva across his lower abdomen so you'd be perfectly bend across him, making it fairly easy for kinich to watch your pretty ass and your folds barely being covered by anything but a fine silken line.

⚝ — ALHAITHAM

alhaitham's eyes barely flicker up from his book when you step into the room, though there’s a telltale tension in the way his grip tightens on the pages. he acts disinterested, you ponder if that book in his hands had a soul catching story for him to be this way— but you can feel the weight of his gaze when he thinks you aren’t looking.

"sit," he bluntly says, his voice commanding and motioning to his bulgy thigh, but he speaks in a way as though your appearance in such delicate lingerie wasn't affected him— although when you ultimately settle on his lap, he doesn’t miss a beat, his hand immediately reaching to the hem of your lace.

"read the next page for me, think you can do that?" he orders, though there’s a slight edge to his voice that betrays his focus, it's no longer on the book, but on your cute tits and sheer bra prancing with your lovely nipples.

you gulp down, adjusting your seat on his lap as you begin to read while he began to trace lazy patterns along the fabric, his fingertips brushing lightly over the lace, teasing and coaxing out needy shivers from your spine.

so well, his eyes stay fixed on the book, but his hand grows bolder, slipping beneath the edge of the lingerie, feeling your bare skin, "you’re really distracting, you know that?" he mutters, though his smirk says otherwise, "i was only planning to read this book but now—"

there’s a tension in the air, a game he’s playing where he pretends the book holds his attention — but in reality, all he was focused on was you.

day and night, no matter what you'd wear.

his sensitive length twitches against your thigh as your hole squeezes around nothing, your lips exhaling a stutter before he lets his hands squeeze your thighs— your jaw slack in surprise at how bold he began to be, now digging hard between your legs to press into your clit and rub it— his cloudy, bloodshot gaze focused on the pulsing, little pearl getting all the more roused the more he flicked it back and forth.

"i never said you should stop reading," he adds on, "already done for the day, hm? you tired?" a little too nonchalant for your liking.

you pout through your dreamy, lustful expression before you're letting your hand smooth through his hair, lightly pecking his forehead, "fine, but I'm sensitive there alhaitham, be careful."

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[dollfacefantasy]

kinktober day 20 - size kink jason todd x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, size kink, tummy bulge

"That's it, baby. Take it all. Oh, look at you go. Being so brave for me."

On the surface the words are soothing, but the tone of Jason's voice fills each syllable with condescension. Not in a bad way. The sickly sweet lilt strikes the perfect chord that has you wetter than any body of water on this earth.

Your hips rise and fall in measure rolls, your cunt embracing his thick cock with every motion. You have to take it slow. Otherwise, you feel like you'll tear yourself in half.

"Jay…" you whimper, lip wobbling and eyes gleaming with the need for him to coddle you, "You're so…"

A sharp whine from your throat cuts off your own words. Your head tilts back and then hangs forward. His tip brushes your sweet spot every time you sink down on him. It makes it nearly impossible to remain coherent. You'd never met somebody who could make you malfunction like this.

"I'm so what?" he coos, prompting you to finish your statement. He already knew the words on the tip of your tongue, but he still wanted to hear them spoken into the drafty air of your apartment.

"You're so big," you choke out.

Another moan falls from your lips before you grit your teeth. Your face scrunches up in tandem with your walls clenching around his length. Vaguely, you hear him chuckle. He then pulls you close and cradles you against his chest.

"And you like that, don't you?" he whispers.

He slumps further down on the couch. His feet press hard against the smooth wooden floor beneath the two of you. The muscles in his thighs flex as he begins to pump his hips up and down. You whine and clutch at his meaty bicep, melting against his warm skin and letting him do all the work right now.

You nearly forget he asked a question at all until he continues speaking.

"I know you do, doll. You like that when you're with me, you're helpless. Don't have to think. Don't have to move. Don't have to do anything but let me use this sweet, little pussy till I'm satisfied," he says.

Your toes curl, your thighs clamping around his own. The pressure doesn't stop him from moving though, not in the slightest. You inhale sharply before nodding against his neck. Of course, you like this. You love it.

You could never get enough of Jason's body. You'd study it forever if he let you. Your pupils felt magnetized whenever they had the chance to drift along his chiseled torso or mentally map the pathways of his scars. Adoration wasn't a strong enough word for how you felt in regards to his figure. Obsession seemed more appropriate.

Fortunately for you, Jason behaved much the same about your body.

In the mornings when he thought sleep still had a strong hold on you, he'd run his fingers over every curve he could find. He'd knead the swell of your ass and press tender kisses between your shoulder blades. As you'd start to wake, he'd wrap his hands around your waist and nearly pop a boner right then and there from how large they looked in comparison.

His favorite thing in the world after a long grueling patrol fast became coming home to you. Not even thirty minutes with your delicate body washed away all the stress caused by hard and rough people he dealt with beyond these walls. Some nights he'd prop your dainty legs over his broad shoulders and dive into your slippery cunt. Other nights he'd get right down to it, shoving his fat cock inside you and watching your belly bulge with the intrusion.

Tonight hadn't been either of those. He'd been home for a change. But having you curled up to his side and pressed against him while he read a book got him worked up pretty fast. It wasn't his fault the two of you just seemed to fit so naturally together.

"My good girl. Soft and sweet all for me," he praises as he continues fucking up into you. His heavy balls lightly slap against your ass with each thrust.

Your nails dig into his shoulder as the repetitive strokes start to build on one another. Small, whimpered expletives drip from your lips like a leaky faucet. He knows you're getting there. All he has to do is ramp up his efforts a little.

His hands lock around your waist like they do on hazy mornings. Just like then, he's obsessed with the way your skin dimples beneath his digits now. He boosts you back and starts bouncing you up and down in addition to his thrusts.

Your eyes roll back at the sensation and you take your bottom lip between your teeth. You don't have to do anything in this position still. He's strong enough to hold you upright all by himself. The only thing you had to do was like he said - stay still and let yourself be used.

"Can never get enough of you, baby, fuck," he grunts. His head falls back against the sagging cushion as he keeps working himself into you over and over. He glances back up at you slightly. "Is it feeling good?"

"Mhm," you whine, "So fuckin' good. So deep. All the way inside."

Your head bobbles around with the way he jerks you up and down on his lap. He smirks at your words and the airy way you say them.

"I know. I can see it," he responds, eyes flitting down to that faint and familiar bump. Evidence of his place inside you.

You only whimper in response. He drops you back down against his chest so one of his hands can slot against your center and rub your clit in fast, tight circles. The flickering feeling draws even more noises of pleasure from you.

The edge sneaks up on the both of you fast. You fall over it first. Your body spasms and seizes between his hands, but his strong grip is enough to keep you in place. For him, it explodes in a muted burst of ecstasy before burning into a brighter one. He wraps his arms around your smaller frame and keeps you flush against his sweaty skin as he fucks his load deep inside.

The both of you stay there while you come down. His chest puffs up and down with deep breaths. Even with all his exertion, his hand rubs soothing stripes along the column of your spine. You lie against him completely motionless, limp against the muscles of his chest. A little pleasure doll all for him to play with.

[ttsukiimi]

〃★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ the jjk men n how they treat you after s⍣x. - submitted by anon.

〃★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ nanami x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, gojo x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, aftercare, brief mentions of smut (mdni), unprotected s⍣x, creamp⍣es, fluff, established relationship, rough s⍣x, reader referred to as (baby, doll, sweetheart.)

────〃ଘ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 - second thoughts…

Nanami is always considerate of you. And he’s considerate of your preferences—preferably the things you enjoy most in bed. So, when you tell him you want it rough, albeit a little hesitant, he’s right on it. And he gives it to you good. Plowing you so hard, fucking you so good the bed starts to rock back and forth with the weight of his thrusts. The headboard bangs against the wall in tandem with your wanton screams and moans of more, the same sounds that keep him rooted deep inside you.

Nanami gives it to you almost too good—to the point that, by the time he’s done with you, leaving your cunt a creampied-mess, you’re shaking and your chest’s heaving for the breath he’s so greedily robbed you of.

With a fondness in his eyes, Nanami wipes your tear-stained cheek with his thumb. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, attempting to ease the trembling of your lips—to no avail, considering every part of your body is quivering at this point. Your head turns and you look away in embarrassment—you can’t possibly be the one in such a state after asking him to be rough with you.

Nanami smiles at this and places his pointer under your chin, turning your head back in his direction with his finger. “Tell me you’re fine.”

You nod again, finding yourself unable to talk. “With words, my love. I need words.”

“I-i’m fine, Ken. Promise.”

“You’re still shaking,” his voice’s a whisper now, breath fanning past your neck from his proximity. “Tell me I wasn’t too rough, please.”

“Kento—it’s fine. You were perfect.” you reassure, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him down, planting a quick yet searing kiss to his lips. “I just feel a little gross that’s all.”

After those words Nanami, being the perfect husband that he is, hurries over to fix you a nice, warm bath. And, per your request, he steps in too, and you both end the night basking in each other’s warmth in soft light and vanilla scented bubbles.

────〃ଘ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 - I’m doin my best!

Satoru’s always up for a rough session with you. The way you sound, the way you feel, the way you try and fail to escape from his thrusts—he loves it all. Especially when you’re crying and telling him how good he’s making you feel in both broken sentences and inhales for breath, scratching your manicured nails down his back in a pleasurable burn while doing so. The sight of your fucked-out face alone is enough to have him ready to make you bear his child, and your pussy—oh, don’t even get him started.

Satoru would go to hell and back for a mere second inside your warm, tight cunt.

And, saying that, he might’ve just went a bit too far—too rough this time. Because, as he finishes up inside you, spurting his hot seed deep into your womb—he wasn’t kidding about making you have his child—you’re shaking more than usual.

His brows furrow in slight concern, and his big hands caress all over your body as if asking if you’re okay.

“Baby?”

“H-hm?”

His lips slide against the skin of your shoulders. “You good?”

You open your eyes and give him a look—closing them again because doing anything makes your body feel even more sore. “Yeah, i’m fine. Just shaking because you went too soft.”

Satoru, on the other hand, doesn’t catch your sarcasm, and he’s about ready to get hard again when you flash him another look and slap his hand away.

“Satoru.” you heave, now trying to pull him closer. “I can’t even move. Do something.”

At that, he’s hurrying over to the bathroom and getting a washcloth, dampening it and scurrying back to you. Satoru’s surprisingly intent on cleaning you, more focused on tidying you up than your pussy which is just a mere inch away from his face—surprisingly not him at all.

Afterwards he’s tending to your every need, assuring you that there’s no need to feel ‘gross’ every time you say so.

Satoru Gojo really tries his best with aftercare.

────〃ଘ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 - ‘Kay, on it!

Well, Toji is nearly almost always rough with you in bed. There’s just something about it that he can’t get out of his system. And he even feels like sometimes his body’s really doing it out of habit—maybe even instinctively.

But, perhaps it may not have been that same instinct that drove him this particular time—and with the way you’re quivering more than usual, Toji thinks so too.

Then again, he just can’t stop himself from being too rough on you when you look so helplessly up at him when he’s plowing your lil’ pussy, and especially not when your moans fuel him on so much to the point where he has to hold you down so you don’t try and squirm away from his ruthless thrusts.

Wiping your cheek with the back of your hand, you hiccup. Toji raises an eyebrow as he gazes down at you, wondering what he should do—you’ve never shook this much.

And he would be concerned but, there’s a sadistic part of him that’s secretly enjoying the sight knowing he’s the one to have you like this.

“T-toji.”

“Hm? Yeah, doll?”

“Can you get me some water, please?”

Before you can even blink he’s back with a refrigerated bottle of water, cold just to your liking. You smile, thanking him and gulping down the liquid, placing a kiss of gratitude to his lips afterwards.

“Toji..”

“Yes?”

“Can you, uhm, clean me..?”

A smile finds it way to his lips. Toji finds it cute how you’re hesitant to ask him such a question.

After some minutes he’s back with a damp cloth to wipe you with, though that’s not all. He’s carrying you bridal style to a warm bath waiting just for you, placing you in carefully as if you’re made of porcelain.

You kiss him again, stroking his forearm lovingly.

“Can you order us some takeout too?”

“On it.”

────〃ଘ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 - uh, where do i start?

Initially, Choso’s very nervous about going rough with you. His palms are sweaty, his eyebrows are furrowed together in a tight knit and he’s asking if you really want him to. He simply wants to make sure that you’re not acting on impulse—because, as soft as he may seem, he can really give it to you.

And he does—hard. Albeit, maybe too hard. He’s never gone so rough to the point where you shook after sex, and that was Choso’s first worry.

He expected you to at least calm down after a bit of time but your body kept continuously quivering.

That’s when Choso begins to scold himself. Maybe if he wasn’t so addicted to your body, your pussy, the noises he discovers you make when he’s harsh with you, then maybe you’d be alright.

But there was no denying that he was hooked on everything about you.

“Cho..think i need a massage.” you groan, falling back onto the bed after a failed attempt at getting up. “my back’s so sore.”

“I-i’m sorry, baby, I—“

You cut him off with a kiss; one that diminishes his every worry and gives him reassurance. “It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

Nodding, you turn around onto your stomach, hissing at the pain in your limbs—he had really stretched you to your limit tonight. “Yeah, just, massage please.”

With a hum of acknowledgment, Choso begins to rub your back, his big hands working at the knots in your shoulders, and he smiles with every sigh of relief that leaves your lips.

By the time he’s done, you’re just about ready to have him fuck you again with the way that he’s touching you so sensually—but the gross, sticky feeling between your legs cancels out that thought.

But a pleased sigh leaves your lips—you have the perfect boyfriend and idea to get rid of that.

“Cho, baby, let’s shower.”

[marvelstan0905]

Interruptions

Kenji Sato X FEM!S/O! Reader [afab]

TW :Smut/explicit language and descriptions/ implied sex/brief Emi mention/Mina cameo/Mixed POV/ pnv/ fingering

⚠️MINORS DNI⚠️

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Hours and hours of baseball, taking care of Emi, dealing with the KDF, his dad and other mental exhaustion, Kenji was stressed. Relief, yes relief that's what he needed and what better way to do that than with his lovely partner. The minute he got the chance to pin his partner down, Kenji got to work.

"Mhmm..sweetheart..what's gotten into you?"I kissed him back with equal fervor whiles tilting my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Kenji's heart skipped a beat as his wife kissed him, her words sending a shiver down his spine. He savored the feel of my arms around his neck, my body pressed close to his. As I whispered into his lips, a sly smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Mmm..I just miss my girl..and I miss being inside you"He huskily replied shamelessly, his hands roaming across my thighs, gently squeezing my skin. My skin felt hot as he was being so goddamn shameless.

"You know you can't be saying such lewd things?" I breathed shyly as he pulled off my shorts and panties, tossing them behind him. A sultry chuckle left his lip as he bit down hard onto my neck causing me to whimper.

"Why not, huh? MAKE ME STOP. I can say things ALOT worse than that" Kenji whispered, challenging me to even TRY IT, whiles nibbling on your ear. Kenji wasn't gonna waste time with clothes, he was wanted his girl NOW.

"W-Well..K-Kenji..d-dont be so vulgar" She flushed whiles tilting her head. I wasn't expecting any late night love making. Especially Kenji's forward and lewd behavior. Usually he was so so soft and sweet, didn't seem so today.

"I said make me baby, now shut up and let daddy take care of you "Kenji rasped firmly and dominantly. My mouth closed with a squeak only for a gasp to fall out as Kenji plunged two fingers inside me.

"K-Kenji" I gasped as my nails dug into his biceps. My legs tried to close on instinct but Kenji spread them open with his knees still keeping me pinned against the wall.

"Aww..You're so wet already..Good for me cause we don't have much time" He was right. Emi was gonna wake up in about an hour. Kenji liked taking his time with intimacy, he enjoyed worshipping me and showing my body the most delicate care but not today. Kenji gently slid his fingers out and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you so much..god I need you." He whispered in reassurance and slight desperation.

"I love you too, my love" I smiled. Kenji unzipped his jeans quickly before taking his hard cock out of underwear with a slight sigh of relief. I yelped slightly as he picked me and didn't even hesitate before stretching my pussy open. "K-Kenji"

Dear God, the sigh of relief this man let out as he was welcomed by your warm, tight velvety walls. It was as if all stressed vanished. Kenji's hands tightened around his lover's hips and he began pounding into her relentlessly. "Y-Youre such an angel, my love. Y-Youre so good to me. So beautiful. A good girl. And all for me" Kenji grunted letting out a guttural groan.

My brain turned to mush the second the head of his cock hit at my sweet spot. My back arched into him and my head fell back as moans left my lips like a broken record.

"C'mon, baby. You. Can. Be. Louder. Than. That" Kenji's thrusts deepened and increased in pressure with each word. Each brush against my g-spot sent me spiraling as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my walls tightened around him.

"Atta girl. You're so tight..christ" Kenji groaned. His fingers were digging into my hips as he relentlessly pounded into me with no chance of easying up or stopping. My moans raised in pitch and volume. My hands dug into his biceps. "You're so close, aren't you, my love? Make me a mess for me. Do that for me?"

If I could answer I would but he was so deep and so goddamn good at making me come undone, I couldn't even respond. My brain short circuits with each thrusts. I screamed his name like prayer, because he felt so good. I could see stars and what looked to be heaven as my orgasm washed over me like a wave. Lord almighty, he always succeeds to make me make a mess all over his cock. Kenji smirked in triumph, a brush to his ego.

"That's it, my girl. Y-Youre doing so well. I-Im so close and I'm gonna fill you up, okay? Make you all nice and warm" Kenji whispered tracing sensual kisses all over my jaw. I was sensitive and the way he was going, I was gonna cum again.

"Pardon the interruption, but Emi has woken up early" Mina's voice broke my state of bliss of bliss as we heard her voice through Kenji's watch. Kenji cursed and almost yelled from frustration. He was so close to finish line.

"Interuptions. Interruptions." Kenji groaned annoyed as his hips still didn't stop moving. "Give me five minutes."

Kenji moved with extra vigor and desperation. He was so close. His thrusts were deep, fast and erratic but they remained constantly hitting my sweet spot. My toes curled once again as I felt the heat washing over me again. Kenji let out a long groan as he finally caught his relief and his seed filled my womb. I panted heavily from the second orgasm in a close time period. Kenji kissed my cheek and lips, affirming me.

"Well done,my beautiful girl. I'll come take care of you just now. Give me a few minutes and we'll go for round two okay?" Kenji whispered into my lips. I just nodded still blissed out. Kenji pulled himself out and laid me down on the bed. Giving both of us a quick clean clean before shuffling to elevator to take care of Emi. Mina, ever so present kept pestering him.

"I'm coming. I'm coming"

-The Lord will forgive me for the filth I have posted and he will forgive YOU, for reading it🥺 If you guys want more smut..uh..let me know..because I need some time to process the filth I have written for daddy Kenji😈 I love you. Stay safe, drink water and stay hydrated and healthy🥰

Credits to @soranatus for the gif😊

[fairy-angel222]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃? 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ⋆⭒˚.⋆༄

—gojo satoru x fem! reader

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ your husband’s already given you two children, one more wouldn’t hurt right?

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ cw: fluff, smut, breeding, praise, petnames, squirting, impregnation, dirty talk

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ a/n: requested by anon, i loved writing this so much

Eight years.

You and Gojo had been married for eight years. Having met each other in high school, him being the one to get down on one knee the second you both had finished college. He knew you were the one for him ages ago.

That you were his from the moment he met you.

Some would say that you two were living the dream life, despite how young you both were. Gojo never hiding the fact that he was willing to spoil you day by night.

He loved you more than anything. And he never failed to show that through the many acts of affection. His favorite one being buried deep inside you as he whispered the sweet nothings into your ear.

The sex drive of your marriage was high, that was a fact. It was how you ended up with two children in the first place. Two girls who looked exactly like their dad, not even bothering to try with your genes. They had his complexion, his hair, his overly beautiful eyes. They had everything of his.

When you had your first daughter, most people in your life assumed she was an accident. Assumed that Gojo had simply “forgotten” to pull out.

They didn’t know how noisy you’d gotten that night, holding onto your husband tightly as you begged him to fill you up. Begged him to put a baby in you. You wanted to feel all of him.

Your second child was all him. Him begging to give you another one. To pump you nice and full with one more baby. And who were you to say no? You two were building a family and you loved it.

Four and two.

Those were your daughters’ ages, beautiful girls who looked almost identical to each other, obviously. You liked to call them and Gojo triplets. And it made his heart swell knowing that they were something you had both created. Together. Even though they clearly had a favorite already.

His daughters clung to him every second that he was around them. Refusing to let daddy go as your youngest sat in his lap with an adorable grin. Giggling softly as her big sister tied scrunchies into the soft bed of white hair.

“Mommy look! Daddy’s all pretty now,” she clapped, clearly proud of her work as she pulled lightly at the short ponytails.

You watched Gojo grumble under his breath, unable to hide his smile as he looked up at your standing frame. Cheeks tinted red when you laughed softly. “He is baby, he’s very pretty now. Looks just like you two.” Leaning down to peck both their cheeks with a smile of your own.

You yelped softly as you were pulled down, sat on the other side of your husband’s lap as he smirked. “You know who’s just as perfect as you two? Your mommy.”

Your older daughter hummed, cuddling into your lap with a nod. “You are very pretty mommy. Wanna look like you when i get big.”

You couldn’t find the words. As much as you knew that was impossible, it warmed your heart to the core. Especially when your other daughter nodded in agreement, fitting herself on you beside her sister. “You’re very very pretty mommy.”

“Thanks my babies.” You smiled warmly, an arm wrapped around each of them as Gojo wrapped one around you. “Now, you owe me a little kiss too.” He pouted. You giggled, pressing your lips to his in a short kiss before pulling away.

Neither of you wanting to hear the exaggerated ewww that escaped from your daughters’ mouths when you kissed for even a second too long.

You liked to think that you got lucky to have such sweet children. The kind that makes others actually want a child of their own.

—

You loved your life. Everyone could see that. But it had been way too long since you and Gojo were able to spend some alone time together.

It wasn’t your idea, it was his. And you couldn’t not give in when you allowed yourself to think about it. A weekend all to yourselves with complete privacy. A chance for you both to relax.

It was Friday, and you rung the doorbell to your dear friend Nanami’s house, a childish grin on Gojo’s face as he waited for the door to swing open.

Nanami raised a brow upon seeing you two, a cup of coffee in his hand as if you’d interrupted his peaceful morning.

“Uncle Kentooo!!” Two high pitched voices rung out. Little legs running to hug the blond man by his own. Nanami’s eyes widened momentarily, steadying the mug in his hand away from the two latching on to him.

A small smile gracing his face when they grinned up at him. “Well hello you two.”

Gojo grabbed the cup from his friend when your daughters started making upsie signals with their hands. Nanami picking them both up on either side of his torso, turning sharply on his heel as he asked them about their week.

“If that isn’t the sweetest thing I don’t know what is.” You giggled, Gojo’s hand on the small of your back as you brought in two pink princess bags. “So.. Kento-”

“We need a favor.” Gojo was quick to cut to the chase, Nanami not bothering to even watch him as he let small hands play in his hair. His emotions far from the bored expression on his face.

“I’ll watch them.”

“Thank you so much Kento. My parents will be coming for them tonight.” You smiled, the man only nodding with a hidden shrug. “You’re just lucky they’re nothing like him.” Pointing his head in the direction of the man sat next to you.

“Hey!” Gojo gasped in faux offense, “I’m awesome thank you very much.”

Nanami only scoffed. And you and Gojo stood up to give your girls a final hug and kiss to their foreheads. “We’ll see you on Sunday okay my darlings? Grandma and grandpa will come for you later yeah? Mommy and Daddy love you so much.”

“Uh huh, bye mommy, bye daddy!” They sung together, something else that they tended to do from time to time.

As you walked out of Nanami’s house, ready to go home and pack a few clothes, your head tilted. Confusion evident on your face when you looked up at Gojo. “Doesn’t he have work today?”

“Yeah but he adores them. He’d skip work everyday if he had to.”

It was true, Nanami was one of your biggest supports. He was always willing to take them off your hands for even an hour. He hated to admit it but he loved them like they were his own. He truly thought of himself as an uncle.

You found it adorable how serious he was until he was sure you left. Allowing himself to give into their tea parties and makeovers. He was one of the people you trusted most.

You knew that your daughters were in good hands for the day, especially since Nobara and Yuji would be there. Their inner children coming out whenever they were around your daughters.

—

Gojo had taken you to a hot spring resort nearly two hours away. One of the best that he could find.

You were in awe the second you stepped into the place. Never getting used to the amount of money Gojo was willing to spend on you.

The room was huge, and to say it was gorgeous was an understatement. But it paled in comparison to the view. The large steaming pools which were adorned with large marble sloped rocks and tall trees. The whole resort enclosed within mountains which seemed to touch the clouds. The sun setting behind beds of luscious green as the sky glimmered pink and orange.

It was perfect.

Snd the first thing you did after settling in was head into the heated waters. Breathing out contented sigh as you sunk neck down. Allowing the warmth to calm every last one of your nerves. The tension you didn’t even know you had in your shoulder slowing subsiding as you leaned your head back onto one of the large rocks.

“This is amazing.” You smiled, blinking your eyes open to look at your husband, who kept complaining that the area he was in was too hot. Not allowing himself to go any further than his legs until you pulled him into a hug.

Letting the water flow in place at your shoulders. Ignoring the over dramatic faces that your husband was making at the “heat”, simply resting your head in his neck as you relaxed in each other’s arms.

—

The tv blared ever so slightly as you cuddled into Gojo’s side. The coolness of the room unable to beat the warmth that still stuck to your skin. You had just got off a call with the girls. They were at their grandparents’ house. No doubt having way too much dessert before bed. Though they’d most likely get to stay up late watching cartoons.

“You know..” Gojo started, his fingers trailing soft shapes on your skin, “We should have another one.”

You lifted your head off of his chest, “I don’t think they’ll sell us drinks right now love.”

“I’m not talking about drinks.” Your stomach fluttered when Gojo turned you over, his knee in between your thigh as his lips ghosted over your ear. “I’m talking about putting another baby in you.” Allowing it to brush over your clothed clit.

Your lips parted in a whimper when he kissed down your neck. Swiftly pulling off your shirt to kiss at your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth while he fondled the other. Your hips bucking up into him when he began grinding his hips slowly into you.

You shivered when his lips touched your belly. Peppering it with small kisses as he hummed against your skin. “Let me make your belly swell.”

You moaned softly, nodding your head eagerly. “P-please.”

“Hmm, gonna give me a third one sweet girl? Gonna make us a pretty family of five?” He husked, kisses getting more aggressive as he trailed back up. His cock twitching at the little whimpers that you failed to contain when you made a noise of agreement.

“Mhm, ‘m gonna give you another one. Wanna give you another one.”

“Yeah?” He breathed, looking for that final bit of confirmation before his lips smashed onto yours. The kiss hard and needy as he worked on removing the rest of your clothes. His fingers dipping down between your folds with a groan. “You’re so soaked f’ me pretty.”

He ran his hand up your slit teasingly, rubbing tiny circles onto your clit making you whine out. “Toruu, no teasing.”

He chuckled, his thick cock prodding at your entrance as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. Your hands instinctively draping around his shoulders so that he was pressed into you. A loud moan sounding through the room as he sank into you.

You let a small mewl escape your lips with every movement of his hips. His thrusts gradually increasing in pace till he was hammering into you. Pulling his length almost all the way out before slamming it back into you.

Bright blue eyes met yours, your breathing getting heavier as your back arched off the bed. Nails digging into the skin of his back as you were rocked back and forth. Your husband’s thick cock stretching you out so deliciously as it repeatedly kissed your sweet spot. The position allowing him so deep inside you that he bulged lightly in your stomach.

“Toru, nngh— so good. Ahh.” You were getting noisy. Your cute babbles mixing with the loud echoes of his skin hitting yours. The mere force of his loving making it twice as loud.

You could only moan shakily as you pulled him even closer. Drool covered lips parting in sweet cries when your nails scratched down his back. “O-oh fuck. Ahhh.”

“Taking me so well. My pretty little wifey, can’t wait to see you carrying my child again. Fuck,” He grunted, squelching noises growing louder as your sticky pussy leaked onto your thighs and his. The whole roomed filled with your lewd sounds of pleasure as you both fell into each other. “Gonna fill you up real good baby. Stuff that messy pussy so full of my cum and watch that belly swell.”

Your legs trembled at his words, your hold on him tightening as the rhythmic slapping clouded your brain. Your vision blurring with tears as your stomach tightened. Every nerve along your walls being set on fire as you were fucked like you’d disappear in any moment.

Gojo’s sinking to elbows at the sides of your head for you to cry into his broad chest when you felt yourself nearing your high. “Toruu— so good Toruu, so g-good.”

“Hmm you’re close f’me,” he groaned, your pussy holding him snug as your body shook. “Shit, gonna make you a mama of three. Gonna give it to ya so deep— f-fuckk. Look at me when you cum.” He whispered lowly, your glassy eyes peeling open to blink up at him dumbly.

“Nngh— ‘m, a-ahhh, Toru ‘m so c-close.” You couldn’t think. Your brain unable to process anything but him and the way his cock was fucking into you so good. Your thoughts blanking out as you were engulfed by an indescribable pleasure. Mouth opened in a final cry as you fell off the edge.

“That’s it. Cum f’ me baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock. There you go— just like that.” His thrusts never slowed as a high pitched scream bubbled in your throat. Your body trembling uncontrollably beneath him as you let go. Sopping pussy gushing all over him just the way he liked it. His thrusts never losing their pace as you squirted with a continuous string of moans.

Your husband’s thrusts got sloppy. Head falling into the crook of your neck as he unknowingly slowed down. His thrusts hard and deep as he moaned into your delicate skin. Finding it adorable how your little mewls began to match his pace.

“Love this pussy so fucking much. Could pump her full of my cum every fucking day. Shit— here it comes baby.” His slow thrusts synced with his words, lips capturing yours hungrily as he buried himself deep inside you. Tip sat at your cervix’s entrance when his cock twitched. Spurts after spurts of the the thick substance flooding your insides with heat.

Gojo pulled away from you, a small string of saliva connecting your lips to each other’s. You stayed clung to him like a koala to a tree. Tiredly smiling up at him when he pecked your nose. “If we keep having children every two years we’ll end up with fifty grandkids.”

He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. “So, what are we gonna name her?”

“Her?”

“We only have girls so far baby, i don’t think it’s in my blood to have a boy.” He joked, both of you laughing as you thought of any possible truth of his words.

“I wouldn’t mind a boy,” You sighed softly, using your finger to brush away the loose strands of hair that fell over his eyes. “I think he’d look just like you.”

Gojo’s hand rested on your belly, using his thumb to rub over it softly. “I’d love either, only cause i’d know that i made them with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I love you so much.”

“ And I love you more than you could ever imagine sweet girl.”

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “sweet and intimate actions which make me go feral and have me folding like a folding chair” prompts 

Character B carding their fingers through Character A’s hair and playing with the strands.

Character B peeling back the neck of Character A’s turtle neck sweater to trail gentle kisses down their neck. (This!! It is so hot, and it's everything I didn't know I needed until now, and I cannot stop thinking about it wlkfnlkwe)

Character B placing their arm around Character A’s waist while in public, resting their chin on Character A’s shoulder. “Hello,” they say in a teasing tone as Character A tries to grab ahold of their hand to keep it there but fails a few times before successfully doing so. 

Leaning against each other while in public.

Spooning and back hugs.

Character B letting Character A rest their head on their chest; lets them listen to their heart beat. 

Character B whispering sweet nothings into Character A’s ear.

Character B checking in on Character A to make sure they’re comfortable and okay with the way things are going; to make sure they’re not being too much. “You’re not,” Character A would reassure, repositioning themselves to get closer to Character B.

Just cuddles and snuggles in general.

Neck kisses.

Kisses littered all over the face. (!!! It's one thing to read about it and one thing to experience it wlejbfewljn)

Character B tucking Character A’s head under their chin while they’re cuddling.

Character B nuzzling their neck and breathing in Character A’s scent/fragrance, and commenting on how nice they smell.

Character B making sure Character A gets home safe by driving them home.

Character A telling Character B to message them when they get back home safe, and once Character B gets home, they follow through by sending a message to let Character A know they’ve gotten back home safe.

Taking naps together, from day till night, waking up every now and then to get more snuggles in. 

That soft exhalation of adoring laughter leaving Character B’s mouth after kissing Character A (this shit had me folding so fucking hard it’s not even funny. I Am Weak). 

That soft exhalation of laughter once again just because Character B is so content with having Character A in their presence, and Character A just basking in how cute that sound is and how happy it makes them. 

Character B entangling their legs with Character A’s, pressing their bodies flush against each other’s, leaving little to no space between them. (It’s almost like they can’t get enough of Character A.) 

Kissing so many times, to the point where they lose track of how many times they’ve kissed already. 

Holding hands and lacing their fingers together while they’re cuddling.

Comparing hand sizes and giggling about it together.

Character B stroking Character A’s hair while they’re asleep. (Or uh, pretends to be asleep DJSKKSKDSK but it’s so FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE DID THAT IM GONNA SCREAM, me thinking moments like these only happen in Korean dramas or some shit anfkakfksk-)

The sweet little banters in between; Character B being all cheesy and Character A playfully deflecting their comments only for Character B to playfully push back with an “Is something wrong with that?” or “But I’m not lying.”

Falling asleep in each other’s arms, both not wanting to leave the bed for the entire day and wanting to stay comfortably snuggled up against each other instead.

Character B placing their hands on Character A’s shoulders, and Character A, with a grin on their face, gently grabs Character B’s hands and wraps their arms around their neck while leaning back into them. Character B reciprocates by hugging them closer to them.

The soft noises of content Character A makes when they snuggle closer to Character B, or when they want Character B to hold them closer to them, with Character B happily obliging. 

Character B rubbing their cheek against Character A’s.

Character B trying to not wake Character A up because they look so comfortable when sleeping. (His words, not mine.) 

Soft, repeated pecks on the lips, causing Character A to laugh/smile against Character B’s lips. 

[riseatlantisss]

Careful, he bites

Pairing : Astarion x female!reader around 900 words.

morning sex. in bed. with the most amazing vampire. that’s it that’s the plot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

TW : 18+, shameless smut, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, tiny bit of fang kink

I love him a completely normal amount

You open your eyes slowly, savouring the blissful, heavy fog of sleep that still weighs on your mind. The voice that greets you is one you’re sure you’ll never tire of.

“Good morning, my sweet”, Astarion whispers against your ear. The bed smells of night-blooming flowers and cold winter air, just like him. His body is a comforting spoon, the nice coolness of his powerful chest sends shivers down your spine.

Your eyelids are still heavy and with a smile, you settle back in and bury your head in your soft pillow, eager for just a few more hours of precious sleep before starting a new day in the underdark.

Astarion, of course, has other ideas. He exhales and you can feel the light puff of cold air against the back of your neck. Icy fingers skate down your bare arm, dragging the strap of your night gown with them. He dips his head and nuzzles the junction of your neck and shoulder. He toys with the hem of your night gown before slipping beneath it to caress the curve of your hip. You revel in his low groan of appreciation as he discovers you’re wearing nothing underneath.

“Gods, the things you do to me,” he growls, voice muffled slightly as he breathes your scent. “Let me take care of you.”

Wordlessly, you nod and he wastes no time. He gives you a sloppy, hungry kiss that is all tongues, teeth and fangs, and then slowly lowers himself. His fangs leave burning trails across your skin, and you love every bit of it.

You can feel his erection grow next to your thigh and you raise a hand forward to touch him but he grabs your wrist and stops the motion. 

“No, darling,” he grins, “it is all about you today.”

“But –” your attempt to argue is cut short as Astarion disappears between your thighs, wraps his wet lips around your clit and starts sucking. You let out an unbelievably loud whimper of pleasure and he smirks against your body.

Pinning your thighs apart, he works his tongue in an up-and-down motion on one side of your clit and then the other. You grind into his mouth shamelessly as his tongue continues working its magic. Without interruption, he slips first one finger, then two inside you, and pushes them up against your G-spot. You’re already starting to see stars as you feel his fangs settle in the soft mound of flesh above your clit. He applies just enough pressure for it to deliciously sting without ever hurting. Those tiny pinpricks combined with the sucking of your clit and the impossible rhythm of his fingers inside you made you cry out.

“Astarion – I’m– “ you try to articulate between two heavy breaths.  

“I’m right there with you, my love,” he mutters and presses his fangs slightly deeper into your skin, as to urge you to stop fighting the wave of pleasure trying to make its way through your shivering body.  

His tongue slips across that one spot on the tip of your clit that always sets you off, and suddenly you are coming on his mouth, grasping fistfuls of his silver hair and moaning and moaning and moaning. He pushes his fangs deeper and deeper into your skin as he rides out your orgasm with you, using his free hand to hold your hips steady. Your core spasms longer than a pulsing heart, each beat making you thrash helplessly on the bed as he pushes his fingers deep. ​​He waits until you come down from your high before slowly sliding his two fingers out of you and into his mouth to lick them clean. The rest of the world begins to come back into focus but you do not care for it. You only have eyes for him.  

​​"You are absolutely exquisite when you come," he chuckles in that ridiculously arrogant way he has.

He licks his lips as he rises, expression as lazy and smug as a contented cat. You haul him up and into your arms and kiss him hard. He wraps his strong arms around you protectively and takes a moment to listen to your breathing, still shallow from the love explosion. He finds infinite comfort in the repeated rise and fall of your chest. It proves to him that you are real, safe and here, right next to him. 

Before you, Astarion had never known true bliss. Sex – even when it’s mindblowing – doesn’t fix the part of you that’s broken. Good sex soothes, but doesn’t cure, and Astarion, who’s been using sex as a valium substitute since he’s been free from his former Master’s control, knows it better than anyone. But with you, it’s not just sex. It’s safety. It’s intimacy. It’s respect. And it’s all he’s ever wanted.

[jaysng]

post arguement — yang jungown

PAIRING. husband!jungwon, preg!wife!reader

GENRE. angst, fluff

WORD CNT. 695

NOTE. sorry i haven’t been posting and haven’t replied to anyone in a while, life has been tough and i hope you understand. also been messing with the themes lately. don’t know what looks good. trying.

you woke up in bed, warmth enveloping you in a way that felt both familiar and surprising. your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the soft blur of the room. the last thing you remembered was curling up on the couch, raw from the argument with jungwon.

the silence of that moment had been heavy, charged with words that couldn’t be unsaid. you had fallen asleep with tear-streaked cheeks and the ache of his voice replaying in your head, cutting deeper each time.

but now, here you were, back in your shared bed. your fingers brushed the comforter, trying to piece together how you’d gotten there. a slight shift behind you made your heart stutter; jungwon was close, his arm resting lightly around your waist, cautious.

his breath was warm against your back, slow but uneven, as if he’d been awake for a while.

the faint nausea that lingered in the mornings pulled at you, a reminder that this moment wasn’t just yours. the baby growing inside you made everything sharper, more fragile.

last night’s argument had felt even more painful because of it, and the guilt weighed heavily on you now.

jungwon’s arm tightened slightly, and you felt him press his forehead gently against your shoulder. the quiet stretched on, the tension humming between you like a current. he took a shaky breath, breaking the silence.

“i’m sorry,” he said, voice rough, almost breaking. it caught you off-guard; jungwon was rarely this raw, this unguarded. “i shouldn’t have let you sleep out there. i shouldn’t have said anything that made you feel like you had to.”

the sincerity, the guilt in his tone, cracked something open inside you. you didn’t turn to face him, not yet. it felt safer to speak without looking into his eyes. “i shouldn’t have said what i did either,” you whispered, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. “but it hurt, jungwon.”

his hand moved from your waist to rest on your arm, tentative, as if afraid you’d pull away. “i know,” he admitted, his voice so quiet it almost disappeared. “i was so caught up in being right, in feeling frustrated… i didn’t think about you. about us.”

you felt his breath hitch, and it only deepened the ache in your chest. “and when i saw you on the couch, curled up like that… it felt like everything shattered.”

you finally turned, shifting to face him. jungwon’s eyes were red-rimmed, guilt swimming in their depths. you could see how much he’d carried through the night, how it weighed on him now. “did you stay up?” you asked, noticing the exhaustion etched across his features.

he nodded, a rueful smile touching his lips for a fleeting moment. “i couldn’t sleep. i kept thinking about how wrong it was, having you out there. and with the baby… i couldn’t let it stay that way.”

your eyes filled with tears, and you blinked them back, not wanting to let the moment spiral into more sadness. “thank you for bringing me back,” you said softly, fingers brushing against his. “i didn’t realize…”

“you shouldn’t have had to,” he said, voice steadying but still thick with emotion. “you’re my everything. both of you are.” he hesitated, eyes searching yours as if he needed to find a sign of forgiveness. “i know saying sorry isn’t enough. but i need you to know that i’m here. i’m here, and i’ll be better.”

the sincerity in his voice, the guilt that laced every word, made your heart clench. you reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “i know,” you whispered, feeling the first hint of relief loosen the knot in your chest. “we’ll figure it out. together.”

jungwon’s eyes softened, and he exhaled, as if releasing a breath he’d been holding all night. he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, the touch warm and reassuring. “together,” he echoed, the word carrying a promise that filled the space between you with something tender, something healing.

it wasn’t perfect, and maybe it wouldn’t be for a while. but as he pulled you closer, careful and loving, you felt that for now, it was enough.

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