#i'm gonna stop rambling now asdfg

[quietlyblooms]

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜ -James

smut sentence starters | @cursedblessed enjoys a lazy morning with chiyo :' )

lazy mornings are chiyo's favorite.

she thinks this when her eyes flutter open to a sleepy james, hair mussed and gaze warm, and as he gets on top of her to place soft kisses along her neck, purposely tickling her at one point, chiyo thinks to herself, she loves lazy mornings with him. is there anything better than to be cocooned in blankets and kissed by someone she loves?

well... maybe there's one thing.

it doesn't take much to make her needy for him. she wants him the minute his hands slide beneath her shirt, unhurried as he takes his time to squeeze her waist, knead her breast. slow and lazy. chiyo likes it despite how impatient she grows, how she whines at him and arches into his touch as if to wordlessly beg, more, more. he listens, sinks two fingers into her heat, and the pace he takes is just as relaxed as the rest of the morning but steady. closer and closer comes that sweet snap inside her, building like a rising wave, beckoned ever nearer by filthy words meant only for her ears. it's all a little maddening to take their time like this -- wonderfully, deliciously maddening.

she's quick to grab james' wrist before he can make her come on his hand. ooh, so close! " not like this, " chiyo gasps, brow furrowed and face flushed. she is desperate and wanting, impatient as ever, but she is a clingy woman in the haze of the morning. she wants james so much closer than he is; she begs for it, voice still thick with sleep. he obliges. of course he does. no matter the teasing he dishes out while tugging her shorts off, chiyo knows he wants her just as badly. his longing is there in the way he captures her lips, greedily swallowing her moans as he buries himself in her slick warmth. they are hungry for each other. there is no shame in that, least of all in the safety of their bed.

slow and lazy. again, chiyo likes it, enjoying the unhurried drag and push of each thrust. she feels every aching inch of james like this, overwhelmingly warm and full and content. his fingers dig into her hips as he slides in deep. chiyo's grip tightens in the demon's hair, and a whimper catches in her throat. she doesn't want this to end. he feels so fucking good.

" you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. " james unknowingly echoes her train of thought, hissing when she clenches around him. most days, she'd rather watch his composure fall apart, but chiyo wants him as close as he can get. it’s all she can think about as honeyed pleas fall from swollen lips, as her body grows taut in his hands. she tugs james by the hair, wanting him to press his face into the crook of her neck, and the demon's teeth graze her shoulder in return before biting — not hard enough to pierce but hard enough to make her gasp and cling to him. she all but cries his name against his ear. so close. so good. please, let me—

" let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ”

he can’t see how her expression shifts, but he feels how tight chiyo gets, hears her whine. “ fuck, james— ” she digs blunt nails into the soft skin of his back, wraps her legs around him, presses her face against the side of his. “ plea— please, i need it. i need you. fuck. ” no longer are they taking it slow, too eager to meet their ends. chiyo’s not sure she’s even making sense anymore. all she can register is that james is saying something before he snakes a hand between their bodies. “ give it to me, please, please, please— ”

his fingers rub relentless circles against her clit just as he snaps his hips against hers, and chiyo clings to him as pleasure washes over her in waves. james doesn’t let up even as she cries how sensitive she is, hitting her deep and hard until finally he’s coming. he’s filling her up as promised, fucking his cum into her, muttering praise against her skin, and the blonde spasms around him all over again as tears fall down her pink cheeks. through it all, chiyo doesn’t let james go. her legs remain tightly wrapped around him, hand fisting his hair and nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. she takes everything he gives her and whispers such sweet words to him, breathless and sated and happy.

god, chiyo loves lazy mornings with james. she loves him, and as soon as she catches her breath, she'll spend the rest of their morning showing him just how much.

[tvrningout-a]

i'm grabbing y'all by the face and telling y'all that the alternate version of jorogumo is gonna be chiyo's mom and it's gonna be angsty as heck bc chiyo never got to know her mom and her mom never got to know her and : ))))) it's a very weird and uncomfy situation when they meet before it's actually kinda healing. but first i gotta brainstorm and develop her momma a lil more and find a fc... if anyone has suggestions, i'll take 'em uvu

[quietlyblooms]

i love that i just made that post but then feel very shy as i ask: is anyone wanting to ship?

[quietlyblooms]

rests my head in my hands. why did i have to make my muse pages like " chapters. " why did i do that

[tvrningout-a]

the rollercoaster i just went on MY GOSH like yes i'm happy and hyped as heck!! and it's got the gears in my head turning!! but man i might fight gege with my bare hands