#its just a matter of when. and only THEN will he be able to move forward i think. instead of just being stuck the way he is.

[alanisstonedd]

an: self indulgent. and imma add onto ts later bcs this rlly got me tf going

cw: MDNI, p in v, pussy eating, toxic behavior

dangerous dick makes for something so toxic. the circles you & ony go in have you dizzy. the fucking, the fighting, the making up... you can't even tell which one comes first at this point. you honestly wish you could let go of the way he stares you down when he needs you, but you don't think its possible.

you could punch him in the fucking face for playing with you like he does. but sadly, even as you lay in your luscious bed, pampered and trying to relax - the thought of him fucking you into the sheets the night before snakes its way into your mind. you'll never be cured. his demon dick must've cursed your ass forever, you think. and the way his tongue moves?? he has to be one.

the heat of that mouth alone sends you into cardiac arrest. he sucks like he means it - with his whole mouth. eyes closed like he knows he sucking your soul clean out. its like hes perfectly fluent in your body, knowing exactly when to lick, versus when to slurp, like the cream dripping out of you is his sustenance. his huge hands forcing you to pay attention to every second of his personal deciphering of your pleasure. that dick reaching a place you honestly thought was a myth, rearranging your marbles girl - you're dumb for it.

which is why its such a shame you've been on "seen" for the past two weeks after cussing AND kicking him out, the green bubble next to his profile pic indicating that hes not ignoring everyone - just you. you called ONE time, ego already too bruised to make yourself look like anymore of a fool for this nigga.

you're notttt really innocent either tho. having cussed him out for his words related to your having your friend "test" him... again. and his words related to the secret "revenge trip" to cabo he learned about via your ig story... and we all know how ony feels about shaking ass on ig. he went ghost just to try and knock you down a few pegs, and to try and get a break from your bullshit.

but even as hes leaving some silly hookup, feeling a pang of regret and mostly exhaustion while driving home in the g-wagon - he can't seem to shake all the late nights ya'll spent in that backseat. the one he can see directly in the mirror. cherry red seats complementing the blackout truck so seductively. just like they compliment your rich brown skin, especially when its glittering in the moonlight with sweat from how hes working you out. the way your cream drips down onto that seat whenever hes deep in you, drilling you with everything he has - because thats what you deserve. the smell of your miss dior making his heart beat out of his chest, sending him into a trance. addicted to the taste of you, the smell of you, the way you drip onto his tongue like your pussy actually knows just how bad he wants it.

the way you gush for him is a sin in itself. the taste of you - something he craves like a drug. the same way he craves rutting into you like an animal, whether it be cramped in the back of his g wagon or spread out over something somewhere. his eyes feasting in the delicious sight of you, the same way his mouth does. not his fault you look edible. completely devour-able. and devour he will.

the way you kiss him, tongue snaking into his mouth, teeth nipping his lips like you know it makes him drill you that much harder. bending you whichever way he pleases because he knows you love when he manhandles you. fucking into you with a certain fervor only reserved for yourself. absolutely entranced by the way your perfect tits bounce directly into his mouth when he’s bucking up into you, arms locked around your waist. his balls emptied into you, and on you by the time yall are done

matter fact, he'll hit you up tomorrow. and you'll answer, just like you always do. the conversation eventually drifting to him coming over, and after only a drink or two, yall gon start alllll over again

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xoxo, lana 💋💋💋

[ninisdollie]

Enhypen's fav places to make love (Public edition) . ♡̫ㅤ۠ ⭒

Content: 18+ MDNI this one includes ni-ki! if you’re not comfortable please just ignore, he’s my age and people our age have sex !!

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Heeseung - Bathroom at a party.

One thing about him is that he loves sneaking out in the middle of the night, when everyone's pretty drunk (even him) and in their own worlds.

He would pull your hand and drag you to the closest bathroom before locking the door and kissing you hungrily, because you looked so pretty all night and he couldn't resist you, he needed to have you right there. He would bend you over the sink and suck the skin on your neck before pulling your dress up and grope your ass and titties, his movements sloppy because he's a little too drunk and very horny, that would make you chuckle, helping him move your panties to the side so he could have full access to your pussy, him shoving two fingers inside as soon as he saw how wet you were, you moaning his name, shutting your eyes close and feeling the cold marble on your red cheeks. He'd chuckle mischievously at this, grabbing your hair tight and pulling so he could watch your expressions through the mirror, before finally taking you from behind, thrusting his hips aggressively and bumping into your g-spot over and over again, the sound of his hips crashing with the back of your thighs, while he groans and whispers dirty words, bumbling a bit because of the alcohol on his system. "Fuck baby, feels so good, been wanting to fuck you all night". And you could only whimper and moan and tell him to please go faster.

Eventually someone would knock on the door, and he would slow his movements before answering, his sweaty hair sticked to his forehead. "Busy." that's the only thing he would say before going back to thrusting inside of you.

Jake - In his car on an empty parking lot.

Having a boyfriend with a car had its benefits, for example you barely had to order Ubers because he would always pick you up no matter where you were, when you both had no plans for the night, a car ride blasting music and enjoying the food from the drivethru was the best plan ever. This would most times end up the same way, you on top on him on the driver's seat while he devoured your lips, skirt all the way up to your waist so he could touch you as he pleased, gripping his veiny hands to your thighs and asscheeks, squeezing and slapping because he did love them so much, you whimpering in his mouth at the moment his fingers teased you above the thin fabric of your panties. Jake was always so desperate to touch you, to feel you, so he would sigh and groan when you'd take his belt off, putting your hands inside of his jeans and taking out his cock, which would be already rock-hard and dripping.

You would ride him there, the air so hot because of your own breaths, the windows foggy and the music hiding the sound of your moans, his grip on your waist tight as you jump up and down on his length, feeling him stretch you so good. He would kiss you again, wet, sloppy, dirty, not being able to last much when you rode his dick like that. "You look so pretty bouncing on me baby, I'm gonna cum so hard".

Sunghoon - Practice room

Sunghoon loved it when you could make time out of your schedule to visit him, you always brought him snacks and drinks, greeting his members with that sweetness on your face that made him melt right away. When you hadn't seen each other for a while, he would tell you how much he missed you and your body.

Once the practice room was clear he would push you to the nearest wall, kissing your neck and leaving bruises that would be visible, he could get a little possessive, his body covered in sweat due the previous practice, his scent driving you crazy and making you all wet and messy and desperate. The adrenaline of his manager or someone from the staff walking in always got him so turned on, but he would waste no time before lifting your skirt and shoving his fingers inside of you, placing his other hand over your mouth to suppress your needy moans, which he loved as much as the wet sound of your pussy and his fingers.

He would fuck you fast and rough, unloading all of the stress of his activities with your body, and telling you how much he missed you. You didn't care that he used your body like this, you loved it as much as he did because oh my god you missed him so much too. So you would just moan and cry and beg him to fuck you harder.

There was one time when Heeeseung walked on you two, and he only gave him a mischievous smirk, not stopping his movements. "Are you gonna close the door or you wanna join us?" Your face would be red from embarrassment, and Heeseung would shut the door all ashamed too. Sunghoon would chuckle, going faster inside of you. "Gonna loose my career because of this pussy, don't care."

Jay - In the pool

Jay is a hopeless romantic, don't get me wrong, he loved to make love to you slowly, taking his time to savour and worship your body like you deserved it, making you arch and scream his name in places nobody could hear you.

However, other times, he would get horny and needy just like that, and saying you didn't like it would be a lie. He just couldn't held himself back when you showed up in that beautiful bikini set, your glistening skin beneath the sun, the curves on your body and how you moved around looking so pretty and confident, he needed to have you right there.

So he would corner you inside the pool, everyone playing around and minding their own business, a can of beer on his hand. The other hand, reached for you thigh under the water, making its way up to your ass, which he squeezed before gently pulling your bikini bottom to the side, this would make you open your eyes wide, scanning the group to make sure nobody was aware of what was happening.

He would cover you with his body, making it seem like you were just hugging, nobody would know that he had his cock buried inside of you, while you held your moans by hiding your face in the curve of his neck, him thrusting his hips slowly, sucking the skin of your neck and whispering how good it felt to be inside of your pussy. “Shh, you’re doing great baby, they won’t notice, let me finish here”

Sunoo - The staircase to your dorm

Although he wasn't the type to really sneak around and fuck on public places, sometimes he would surprise you when you were going up to your dorm, but who can blame him. You were going up the stairs in front of him, the short skirt you'd be wearing leaving almost nothing to the imagination, it was almost like you were teasing him on purpose.

So he would push you to the wall, groping your body shamelessly and devouring your lips with hunger, you would be at great risk of someone coming up the stairs and seeing you, and you would probably get expelled from college due to the scandal. You couldn't care less about this when he was touching you like this, not wasting time in fucking you raw and fast, squeezing your boobs and whimpering in your ear, his grip tight on your waist so you wouldn't loose your balance. "You know I can't control myself when you look this pretty, princess".

Jungwon - In his best friends house

Jungwon was your social butterfly boyfriend, always willing to invite you to hang out with his friends, which you were very close to, they were kind of friends to you too, so you would always go, laughing at their jokes and teasing them, enjoying the friendly banter that would always come eventually.

He would always make sure that everybody knows you are his, he’s not much on the possesive side, but he would place a hand on your thigh, or maybe hug you around your shoulders, stealing kisses from you and complimenting you in front of everyone.

Other times, when you had to go to the bathroom, he would follow you there, surprising you from behind by grabbing your waist and taking you to his best friend’s room while everyone was playing videogames on the couch. You would tell him to stop, that some day you’ll probably get caught, but he didn’t care, he wanted you have you right there.

So he would push to to the bed, sometimes it would be Sunghoon’s bed, sometimes Jake’s, doesn’t matter in which house you were, he would fuck you in all of them. He would put you in fours, taking you from behind with fast, strong thrusts that made your pussy drip and you could only bite your lip to supress your moans and whimpers. "You're so dirty baby, enjoying while i fuck you with all my friends in the living room".

Ni-ki - Cinema theater

You enjoyed your dates with Ni-ki so much, you were head over heels for him, how sweet he was, how he would hold your hand and hug you when a scary part of some horror movie came on the screen, how he would tease you and make some jokes when a jumpscare startled you.

He would distract you in other ways too.

Starting from little kisses on your neck, behind your ear, his hands caressing your thighs, playing with the edge of your skirt, that you wore just for him, he would always say how much he loved it when you got dolled up for him. You would start to sigh and whimper, looking around even if the theater was empty, just making sure nobody was seeing.

At one point he would put his hands under your skirt, tracing circles on your clothed clit, smiling once he realised that you were already wet, he would tease you and touch you slowly until you were a blushed, whimpering mess, your eyes locked on the screen but your mind going circles, not being able to think about anything else than him. He would finger you until you were dripping and begging him to take you there. "Relax, pretty, watch the movie and let me take care of you".

[silenzahra]

Oooohhh Miki... I have to admit that this reminded me a bit of my fic An electrical aura, but here Luigi is using his hammer, so... 👀👀👀

How about a new story about Protective Luigi? 😁💚 (I just can't have enough of him going FERAL when protecting Mario ‼️)

💚 You're safe with me ❤️

Luigi can't believe what he’s just witnessed.

That damn monster has just hit his twin with such force that he’s crashed into the stone monument that presided over the entrance to the clearing... and destroyed it.

And his poor brother has taken every single blow.

“Mario!”

Luigi runs to his side, panic-stricken. Mario protests slightly at the pain, dazed, but makes no attempt to open his eyes nor stand up. Kneeling beside him, Luigi cups his face with great care and notices the bruises, his black eye, the blood.

Blood that's also present on his arm and knee.

Something ignites inside Luigi. Something he can only describe as a small flame that springs up in his heart and soon begins to grow until it becomes a blazing fire that consumes him from within.

How dare that beast hurt his brother like that.

How dare he make him bleed.

Luigi gasps heavily. His heart breaks as he sees Mario lying on the ground, badly injured, his eyes closed, coughing from the pain and unable to get up again by himself. He doesn't remember ever seeing Mario this badly before... Usually, his brother would get up straight away, no matter how brutally he'd been beaten.

But this... This has gone a step too far.

Rage boils inside him, poisoning his soul. He can't let the being who's dared to cause his older brother so much harm get away scot-free.

It has to get its comeuppance.

Luigi slowly turns his head towards the monster. His hands are still resting on his twin's body, wanting to protect him, wanting to take care of him, but he takes them away from him at that moment and stands up. Without taking his eyes off the being, he walks over to where his hammer has fallen and picks it up, and, wasting no time, he stands in front of Mario, clutching his weapon tightly, ready to fight.

“You're going to pay for what you've done,” he mutters angrily.

“L-Lu?”

Hearing Mario's voice behind him is a relief. Luigi doesn't turn around because he doesn't want to let his guard down, but knowing that he is at least a little better fills him with fierce determination.

Mario sounds exhausted, dizzy, hurt. He can't fight with all those wounds. And the monster is still willing to put up a fight.

Luigi grips the hammer handle tighter.

“Don’t worry, Mario,” he says, his voice sounding firmer and more resolute than ever. “You're safe with me.”

He hears a soft sigh behind him and the sound of something crawling, a sign that Mario, despite his injuries, is trying to get up.

“I-I know, Lu.”

Luigi can practically hear the smile in his voice, which only intensifies the feeling of relief and, at the same time, stokes the fire that’s been unleashed in his heart. The love for his older brother is the force that moves him right now, the desire to protect him and prevent him from receiving more harm, the hatred for that horrible creature that's dared to make him bleed.

Luigi has no intention of letting it get away.

“Don't you dare touch him,” he mutters through gritted teeth as the monster takes a step towards them. “Over my dead body, you filthy beast.”

He’s well aware that he’s panting. He’s well aware that anger controls his words and every one of his movements. He’s well aware that there’s a possibility that he may get too carried away by rage, by his resentment towards that being who’s hurt the person he loves most in the world, and that said person will probably have to make him stop at some point. Luigi doesn’t often experience these outbursts of fury, but when it takes hold of him, he’s not able to free himself.

Right now he doesn't care, though. Right now, all he cares about is protecting Mario, keeping him safe, making that damn monster pay for what it's done.

So, when the creature pounces on him with a roar, Luigi raises the hammer above his head with a feral scream.

Don’t Touch Him 😡💚

~

I enjoy the idea of how ready Luigi would be if someone severely hurts his brother and he will not be terrified at all in fact be driven to seriously hurt.

(My devious mind kinda likes to think Mario would have to be the one to get Luigi to stop if he ever gets to a snapping point.)

Just don’t fuck with Luigi’s brother and you’ll live basically :3

[frost-eyed-autumn]

The lazy smile that appeared in his face, awaiting her answer, is quick to fade when he hears a voice again that is clearly hers -- or at least, borrowed in order to become hers. His lips downturn into a shallow frown, gaze sliding back to the corners to better see over his shoulder. Although the look isn't drastically negative, the very corners of his lip draw tight, threatening a snarl that he only withholds by sheer will to maintain control over the negotiation and not look like a bristling animal.

The fact of the matter is though, Chuuya really doesn't like to be touched. There are very few people who hold that privilege, and most of them can be counted on one hand. He especially doesn't like to be touched by anyone with an Ability as potentially hazardous as hers.

In one sentence, she has him pegged on a technicality. For as much as his reputation proceeds him, as much as he loves a good fight, leniency is just as powerful of a tool at times as violence and threats are.

But it's a double-edged sword, for anyone on the receiving side, because when that leniency runs out, he doesn't play around, and some people have to find that out the hard way.

It would be harder for him to make her find out the hard way than many other people, he knows, but there are a lot of factors that work against her favor, every trick she pulls giving him greater insight into what to expect.

He's seen an illusion Ability almost as tricky as hers before in a red-haired Agency brat, so while the break in her illusion draws a displeased scowl in her direction, he's not largely surprised by that facet of it.

The strange voice she projects is unsettling, but he's seen unfathomable black-hole demons blot out the sky with all the chaos and contradictions of time and space itself swirling inside its belly. He's fought some alien octopus thing that can't be killed and couldn't be explained as an Ability. He's shoved a building down a dragon's throat just to punch his most loathed rival in the face.

If she's hoping to scare him, it's going to take a lot more than this, but its enough to make his shoulders tense, even if distaste is the most prominent emotion behind having his space so thoroughly invaded.

In all of this show, there's one critical mistake she's made, and that's let him know that she's not sitting at the same table, where he might've hesitated to use his own Ability in the almost unavoidable likelihood that she would get caught up in it and get hurt, which wouldn't exactly lend well to finding common ground.

But instead, she's unknowingly left him able to move completely freely, and while Mori will always be the better chess-master than him, he still knows well how to play.

"I've given you plenty of reasons, if you'd really like to try your luck elsewhere," he states simply, the dark of the room faintly lighting up with a red glow as he uncrosses his leg to touch his foot to the floor.

The air pressure of the room changes rapidly, and its the only warning that comes before Gravity splinters and craters the floor all around his feet, fractures the wall alongside him in one loud CRACK like a peel of thunder and a jagged fissure like lightning to match, the copies at his back sent flying off behind him ; the table flying forward with such force that its legs indent into the far back wall to stand vertically ; the empty chair she'd pretended to sit in flying sideways into the bar shelves with enough clearance not to hit her, but close enough to get his point across as a cacophony of dozens of glass bottles shatter on impact behind her.

For all the intensity of his own Ability put on display, he's slow to rise from his own seat. Leisurely, even, but his expression is hard and without nonsense as he levels his gaze on her. He might be willing to play a game of politics and maneuvering deals, but that didn't mean he was going to tolerate being played with.

"But I can give you plenty of other reasons if you really want. For starters, the fact that I'm giving you an honest opportunity to make a life here instead of just eliminate you. You really have no idea just what kind of danger your presence here places on my city, or what I'm willing to do to protect it from things and people just like you that don't belong here. The way I see it, so long as your face is in Yokohama, you can either be my ally or my enemy, and if you decide to be my enemy then you will never know peace in this city. It really doesn't matter to me either way which one you choose, or how powerful your Ability is. The Port Mafia doesn't cower before any threat, no matter how large, but I prefer to complete my jobs without any unnecessary casualties when I can help it. So let me ask you one more time. What's it going to be?"

𝐎𝐇, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄. She knows that smile all too well. It's Roman's 'there is no 'playing' hardball' smile. It's Cinder's 'do what I say when I say or else' smile. It's her own 'none of you are getting out of this alive' smile. And it's cute, really, that he's using it on her. Not because she thinks he can't back it up, but because he's giving her a warning again, rather than just going for it. Of course, she doesn't know how strong he is, and that's fine. She's since gotten an inkling of how clever he is though, and with clever people, you can't use just plain violence. Which is fine, really- she was only ever going to fight him if there was no other choice to begin with.

Neo's face shows no sign of recognition of his name. The only thing she does is tilt her head, mouthing the syllables to herself thoughtfully.

"Nakahara, you're a lot more lenient than you look, aren't you?"

When it comes, the voice is right beside his ears, arms draping around his shoulders, a chin atop his head. Then another pair of arms, and another, and another. The voice itself is a low, purring thing- dissonant and strange; loathe it though she may, the Curious Cat's tenure in her body had given her one more strange fiction to slot neatly into her arsenal of the unsettling.

"I never said I wouldn't give them back. Once you told me how hard it would be to pawn them off, they became a loss. But I was going to return them... eventually."

The Neo across the table dissipates, as if she were never there at all, and the real her salutes from behind the bar, whiskey glass in hand. Camouflage is so much easier in the dark.

"What I need you to understand is this: your word may mean a lot to you. But just words, obviously, don't mean a damn thing to me. I'm not going to trust you just because you say something, so yeah, I want it in writing."

Pointing a finger at him, she makes a little shooting motion with one finger.

"I'm not your underling, and you're not my boss. I'm your employee, at best." Every pair of arms around him drapes more heavily, each individual copy of Neo pressing cloyingly close, almost too much so. "I'd appreciate the distinction being recognized."

A hand at his chin, tipping his face toward the coy smile of one of the copies.

"The only thing I have faith in is myself. You say you want me to have faith in your word? Then give me a reason, or don't waste either of our time."

What she needs Chuuya Nakahara to realize is that she doesn't have the context for the respect he demands- and he doesn't have the context for the certainty she has in being able to get away from him.

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

Remembering the brief period in my life when i was obsessed with ashido, the only filler character with rights bc kubo originally planned to include him in the manga but had to cut him for time

[arolesbianism]

I <3 making hcs abt how time works in different stories isat is a spiraling arrow oni is line spaghetti and time travel in oni is closer to legitimate time travel than isat. Source: just trust me bro

[epilvgue]

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- His knuckles were creaking. He could feel blood pooling slightly around his nails. Vash's lips moved but nothing came out, but those blue eyes were sharp, aching - furious? Anguished?

Seeing others get hurt because of his mess, dragging in humans who were just trying to survive - It made his heart seize up slightly. Did he... actually look down on them? He knew that he owed some explanation sometimes, but dragging people in who didn't need to be dragged in to his messes - He knew that things didn't always work out when he left a place. He knew that whatever he prevented or said or established wasn't a permanent solution but...

"When did I ever say that I think I've got all the answers to anything?! Of course people should be allowed to defend themselves and what matters to them, but it doesn't all have to end in bloodshed all the time! People don't have to die!" He was the only one shouting now. "Do you really think I'm able to just go around and not get annoyed or bothered?! You think that I forgive everyone I come across?! You think it doesn't take everything in me to tolerate humans sometimes?! Humans frustrate me every single day! Just like they frustrate you! Just like they frustrated Knives! Watching them make the same mistakes for years, you think that I don't - They bother each other too, but - Humans... are also trying really hard every single day... trying to make up for mistakes, for themselves or other people... They just - They take time to change... I know it's not fair and its disgusting, but... they have to make mistakes and face the consequences to learn from them..." He was trembling, his voice caught in his throat even as everything came spilling out: "Aren't you doing the same thing right now, Legato?! Trying to be better?! Trying to not become exactly what you've been told you'll be?! You want to separate yourself from humans but you can't! I can't! Knives couldn't!"

The way they'd been forced to live on No Man's Land wasn't their fault. It wasn't their fault that they had to use the Plants, it wasn't their fault that they had all stooped to what they did in the end - sure, if they'd actually managed to complete the journey as intended it probably wouldn't have been utopia either, but regardless...

If he didn't believe that they could change, if he hadn't seen that capacity for change, even if it took hundreds of years to achieve, then he'd definitely -

He seemed to calm slightly, although the feathers that continued to spiral and grow said otherwise. He was bubbling and burning from the inside out.

"Sorry if it feels like you're the only person I won't reach out to... but you did a whole lot to make sure of that where I'm from. You want to know why I have such a hard time with you? ...After I went to talk with Knives... he had you restrain me and keep me still. Any time I got the upper hand you'd twist my body around 'till I passed back out and all we had was staring at each other and talking. That lasted for seven months, Legato. Just you and me and sometimes Knives would come around while he was collecting our sisters. You told me about what happened to you and... it made me feel horrible... but you think that sort of torture doesn't make it a little more difficult to make amends? You killed a couple of your subordinates in front of me and Meryl and Wolfwood. Hoppard and Midvalley. I buried them after I got control of myself again and that woman with the nails left with you. ...You nearly beat me the last time we fought, too... I only shot you because you were threatening to kill people... Livio was almost dead..." His lips trembled slight at the thought. It made his chest ache even if Wolfwood was here now. "I think you're probably the strongest and scariest person I've ever met..."

His eyes grew cold once more. Ever so resembling his twin.

"Maybe there are a lot of humans who won't change or learn from their mistakes, but those who do can inspire more good and change than the ones who don't can undo. Don't assume that you know how all humans work when you gave up on them."

The dryer buzzed in the background. It didn't feel as though it had been fifty minutes - it felt so much longer than that.

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- But... Everyone else in that city... Everyone who hadn't know - It wasn't as though he forgave the primary perpetrators (it never really was forgiveness for Vash... he actually very rarely truly forgave anyone for larger transgressions) and it wasn't as though he believed that they should be absolved of their wrongdoings or shouldn't suffer for them -

It wriggled at the back of his mind as Legato spoke.

Something dark that Vash didn’t want to acknowledge. A point that Legato had. A point that Knives had. That humankind was a disease to be endured. And it was in hearing of moments like that or witnessing them for himself... that Vash could understand Knives' hatred. Could even feel it bubbling beneath his own skin.

He understood that he was an idealistic fool, he wasn't naive to that for as much as he might appear it. But...

It was complicated. More complicated than any one man had a right to decide the course of action for. More complicated than just killing people and being done with it -

His lips drew into a thin line. Nails bit into the skin of his palm.

"Legato, it's complicated, you can't just go around slaughtering -"

The mention of Wolfwood and the Eye made Vash snap his attention to Legato fully. His head raised, eyes finally meeting Legato's.

It surged. Feathers sprouted and started to grow - along a cheek, warping the fabric of the shirt and his right arm. Fangs showed themselves.

Blue eyes were cold. He was bristling visibly now. "What do you know about how I forgive people? You think I forgive them? You think that I forgive the people who did that to you?"

Day in and day out humans infuriated him. The same way they did Knives. There had been plenty of times where he thought that they weren't worth it, where he slid back into how he'd felt after discovering Tesla - back into that same place that Knives remained so cocooned within. ...But... if he gave into that...

“You don't know anything about how I really feel." His voice was low.

[ddejavvu]

this is depraved, but grinding on logan’s happy trail to get off 🫢

Hands Free - Logan Howlett x Reader

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contents/warnings: smut, minors dni, mean!logan, drinking, don't like don't read.

You've caught Logan at a bad time. The surly mutant is a complicated man, and one with less psychological damage than him might be eager to whip it out whenever, but Logan isn't. He's busy brooding, and he's not to be interrupted when he's got a bottle in one hand and a cigar in the other.

But you need him. There's a pit in your belly that's only made worse by the scowl on his face, and your cunt aches beneath your now-slick panties for something to envelop. You're desperate for Logan to fuck you, but there's no way you'll convince him if he's not in the mood.

"I can feel you staring," He grumbles, eyes still cast to the floor as he takes another swig of burning liquor, "What do you want?"

There's no polite way to say you.

"Uhm," You shift on your feet, thighs clenched, "I'm just feeling- I'm a little, um, I-"

"Spit it out."

"I need you." You breathe, ashamed by the sentence, but Logan's face remains untouched, nothing moving but the lingering smoke from his smoldering cigar.

"I'm not in the mood." He grunts, like it isn't obvious.

"I- I know." You fall awkwardly silent again, rising onto your tiptoes and falling back to your heels. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Up-

"Don't make a mess." He shifts in the chair, lowering his hips until they're level with his abdomen, offering you the best seat in the house.

He's shirtless, which means that if you can't have his cock, or his fingers, you can get the next best thing. A combination of the friction from the waistband of his jeans, and his toned abs, blanketed with coarse, wiry hair.

You mount him eagerly, which isn't hard to do seeing as his chair has no arms. It's got a back so that he can lean against it, but your support system is his chest, where you firmly plant your hands in preparation to get yourself off.

There's a dark line of hair that trails from the bottom of his navel and disappears beneath his waistband, flanked on either side with a sharp line of muscle that tapers down towards his cock in a V. His body is a work of art, and you only wish his equally gorgeous face was pointed your direction.

No matter- you won't push. You're lucky he's letting you get off on his lap, you'll take what you can get.

"Easy," He grumbles, rocked by the sudden jerk of your hips. As you settle into a steady rhythm you realize you've already failed his one directive of not making a mess, but there's no way to stop or slow the steady stream of slick that's pouring from your weeping cunt. It's sobbing, slobbering, begging for a cock, but you drag it flush against Logan's abs and mat his happy trail down with your translucent arousal.

"One fuckin' job," He gripes, reaching down to swipe two fingers through the slick that's glistening on his stomach as you find better friction near the waistband of his jeans. The texture of the denim is rough, and you realize with giddy desperation that he's getting hard in his pants despite his insistence that he wasn't in the mood.

He sticks his fingers in his mouth for a taste, his cigar left behind in its ashtray on the side table. He doesn't relinquish the bottle, but he takes equal sips of that and of the mess you're making on his abs.

Finally, thanks to the sizeable bulge in Logan's jeans, you're able to hump your way to completion on his stomach. It's not hard, considering you'd been achingly horny before, but without something inside of you your release feels empty and wasted. You'd use your fingers if you could, but you can't move your hands or you'd faceplant on Logan's chest, and you don't want to invade his space any further in case he decides your privileges have been revoked.

"Poor thing." He murmurs when your hips slow and you're panting against his chest. You glance at his face but he's staring at your cunt, not at you, "She's so hungry."

It takes him one, two, three seconds to reach for his belt, "Well, c'mon. Up now, there y'go." As you shimmy up his abdomen, slicking his happy trail up with your release once more. As soon as he's able to free his cock he slides a hand under your ass, boosting you up so that you're finally able to sink down onto his red-tipped, leaking cock.

"Jesus, she's sucking me in," He grunts, his voice gruff and ragged, "How long were you waiting to ask me?"

"Too long." You whine, pussy already sensitive from your first orgasm, and now in utter bliss from finally being penetrated after all that teasing, "I- hnngh! My toys don't work anymore. They're- they're nothing like you, I can't use them. I can't ever finish."

Logan scoffs, still in a mood as sour as the liquor on his breath, but his hands find their place on your waist as he helps bounce you on his cock, "Shame. Those were supposed to keep you busy. Guess I'll have to do it then, hm?"

You nod vigorously against the crook of Logan's neck, your nose buried where his neck meets his shoulder, and where sweat accumulates sticky on his skin. You lick it up, and Logan hisses against the mouth of his bottle as he takes another swig.

"Fine." He grumbles, butting the bottle up to your head and forcing it against your lips, "Take this, take a nice big- there you go. That'll make you sleepy," He vows, and the head rush comes just like he'd warned. His hips begin shifting, circling slightly in gyrations that only add to the pleasure of bouncing on his dick, "And this'll knock you out, crazy."

[sukunasweetheart]

oh, to fit him like a glove...

WARNINGS; ooc sukuna, virgin!reader (well... not for long), size kink, BREEDING, vaginal fingering, sukuna only has one dick here cuz i wanted to make it less complicated, COCKWARMING, stomach bulge, degradation, praise, sukuna is a four armed king, overstimulation, mouth-hands, EXCESSIVE CUM

based on this anon's ask! dividers credit; @/cafekitsune

word count; 3k

imagine being sukuna's precious princess of a wife-- whom he spoils and dotes on because its in his interests to do so. like any other woman, youre tiny compared to him, so having you take his cock eventually will be very tedious work, and sukuna will need a lot of patience.

and we all know, sukuna is the most patient man in the world... at least when it means that it'll be worth it for him at the end. and to him, you are worth everything.

he's proud and pleased to be your first... sukuna can't help but feel keen about the idea that he will be the only one ever to have had the pleasure of being so intimate with you.

he watches you intently, as you struggle to take even two of his thick fingers in your tight hole, tearing up and whimpering as he tampers with those delicate spots inside you.

"nngh.. sukuna... that feels so good..." you whimper his name delightfully, it almost makes his enduring patience snap.

outwardly, his face looks calm as he looks down at you with soft lust that takes the form of an almost blank expression.

"does it?" he asks, with a certain playfulness in his voice.

his fingers move a little faster, scissoring you inside and pressing in an upwards manner, where it makes you gasp the most. you're producing so much slick, but your hole is still so tight and unrelenting, clenching around his thick digits even more. sukuna thinks about good it'd feel if his dick was inside instead, and he feels himself aching with desire, twitching and leaking precum from his hidden erection.

...not yet.

he dutifully touches you to your orgasm, and watches with a hitched breath as you tremble on his fingers, walls fluttering against them. your sighs and soft moans reach his ears like nothing else.

his extra hands grope at your breasts, finding solace in them.

"do you think i'm ready yet?" you ask tenderly, after your breath returns to normal.

"... hardly, my love. that was only two of my fingers," sukuna tells you languidly, as he feeds your slick on his digits to the mouth on his stomach.

"only two? oh dear..." you sigh with sorrow, "will i ever be able to take you whole one day?"

he smirks at the question, and leans down into your chest while holding ahold of your hand.

"well of course. i'll make it happen no matter what. i promise."

the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

when it does happen, you best be ready for him to breed you full every night.

however, on some days, the urge gets unbearable, even for himself. he's been saving himself up a little, so he could pour everything inside you when the time comes, but the lust gets overwhelming, clouding his sight and judgement.

one night, you gesture towards the bulge in his pants, with a shaking hand.

"what about you? isn't it painful to always withhold yourself like that?" you ask, wanting for him to feel good as well, instead of just yourself.

sukuna grows silent, sweating bullets as his dick throbs upon your mention of it.

the next minute, he's taking it out and slotting it between your thighs, rubbing up against your slit and seeing how the size compares to your stomach.

the temptation is too great.

not. yet.

this was the whole reason he was avoiding using his cock with your body in the first place - because he was afraid he'd cave in and attempt to deflower you when you weren't ready yet, still too tight for him to squeeze in, causing you pain only.

if it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother... but you're one that he cherishes too much... he wants to work to make the end result even tastier. the moment where he'll finally claim you entirely.

the bed creaks as he thrusts in and out between your thighs, rubbing his twitching dick against your hole oozing with slick, also brushing up onto your clit that's swollen from arousal.

" 'm sorry... i wish... there was more i could do..." you whimper sweetly, squeezing one of his large hands.

"there's no need for that. whatever i can't put inside you now... i'll pump in twice as much, once you're ready for me," sukuna whispers gently, holding your hand back, a groan resounding in the back of his throat.

rewards become so much sweeter after restraint. like how you wouldn't pick and eat an unripe fruit from a tree.

"you're doing plenty enough for me... for now," he tells you breathlessly. he adores the glossy look in your eyes.

his cock continues to glide back and forth, and he feels so hot between your thighs.

"i... i want your tip inside when you cum, please," you say, eyeing his dick with a certain neediness.

"are you sure, love?" he asks, hoping you'll say yes. you nod fervently.

sukuna feels lightheaded at the thought of it, all the while his dick gets more and more sensitive against your thighs... his balls feel so heavy and full, all those times he held himself back coming to catch up on him.

you squeeze your legs around him harder, making him groan, cock pulsing for all it's worth. he thinks about how tightly your walls would clamp around him. the heat from your insides, and your slick covering his shaft. he's close.

he suddenly spreads your legs.

at this stage, he's only barely able to get his tip past your entrance. it's possible when he does it slowly enough. you whine beneath him, doing your best to not go against his arms that are pinning your legs down.

a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face. sukuna uses an extra hand to stroke the rest of his dick as his tip remains snug inside your puckering hole. when it comes, he gives a choked-off gasp from how good his first-in-a-while release feels.

he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from burying himself any further.

the ropes of cum seep and trickle into your womb in thick, heavy spurts, and the hotness of it gets you breathing unevenly, being so aroused by this sensation. there's a copious amount. he continues jerking himself off to get every last droplet out, and his own hand can feel the intense twitches of the veins on his erection.

it's not nearly enough to satisfy him, but it's enough to keep him patient.

once his tip pops out from your wet hole again, his spend come out of it in large globs, and sukuna can't help but admire the sight, his dick twitching weakly in his hand.

he abstains from cumming all over again for another few weeks- another few weeks of stretching you out with his fingers, and prepping you to perfection.

when the day finally creeps up, where he believes you're ready to take him whole, sukuna hears and feels his heartbeat in his own ears.

ever so slowly. he's sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he has you lower yourself on his throbbing cock as he's face to face with you, ever so slowly. your body trembles lightly and he feels it on his hands and fingers as they're placed against your hips. sukuna senses your anxiousness that flows from you in large waves.

your hole is so tight, trying to push the intrusion out, but the wetness from your slick helps his cock slip inside easier, and sukuna's breath is kept within the back of his throat as you swallow him up deeper and deeper.

he's sweating. you're sweating. but soon enough, you're sat on his lap completely, having gotten all of him inside you at last. you can barely breathe with how tightly you enclose around him. how his cock is nudged up snugly against your cervix, pushing the literal air out of your lungs. and the way you feel it twitching inside.

sukuna has never been more patient, more self disciplined, more repressed than in this moment. one wrong movement and he feels like he could snap and start thrusting in without concern for you in any moment. no. he shouldn't do that. it would ruin all everything he's done to build you up for this moment.. but your walls keep tauntingly squeezing around him...

"i- i can finally fit all of you inside..." you say with glee, tears on your lashes, but looking very proud of yourself. it snaps him back to sanity, a little bit.

"of course... you were made for me, after all. so perfectly mine, fitting me like a glove," sukuna mumbles, as his bigger tongue licks against your clit, arousing you more so that you could loosen up for him. his praise gets to your head and makes you feel sheepish, wanting to do more to please him. but you don't think you can do that, just yet.

"can we stay like this for a bit, please?"

"that would be...for the best. can't have my wife splitting in half, can i?" sukuna jests rather sinisterly.

"oh, you..." you pout at him. the larger tongue rubs against you more persistently to distract you, and he smirks as it does the trick. you whimper, and your walls pulse gently around him making him groan. your eyes get half lidded, already feeling somewhat exhausted, and you lean your face against the large man's chest.

veins are bulging out of his arms, and one on his forehead. you seem so relaxed, unbeknownst to the fact that he's currently doing everything to keep himself together. you're like a tiny mouse trapped in the claws of a tiger.

sukuna starts to bite and kiss down your neck and shoulder to satiate himself.

few minutes after you've calmed yourself a little, your eyes start wandering down, taking notice of the bump on your stomach, from having him inside you.

"it goes without saying, but you're so big..." you press against it without thinking, and you feel him throb inside you intensely. sukuna grabs your wrist with a growl.

"are you trying to test my patience right now?"

you look at him with wide eyes, from how unusually on edge he is... something about him being all restless makes you feel aroused. you're doing that to him. a man who rarely ever feels. but you've gotten him all sensitive.

" 'm sorry. kiss me?" you ask sweetly, lips curling up in a foxy way.

his gaze softens.

"when you ask me so sweetly... i can't deny you, can i?"

and he leans down to press his lips onto yours, despite seeing the mischief in your eyes. your arms go around his neck, and as he's kissing you, his hands go for your breasts.

you tighten up on his leaking dick, making him moan into your mouth. his grip on your hips squeeze harder, but he doesn't stop kissing you.

you want to make him cum. you want him to lose control from being inside you.

sukuna breaks the kiss with a little choked off heave, when you begin to roll your hips around him slightly.

"you're getting awfully ahead of yourself-"

you cut him off by latching your mouth to the side of his neck, suckling and running your tongue against his skin while your hips keep moving.

he'd call you cute, but it's working. sukuna grits his teeth and his eyes get heavy lidded, dick getting impossibly harder. his heavy breathing adds to your excitement.

"i never knew my wife was such a whore. i'll be sure to return this favour later," sukuna tells you with a low voice, his hands now guiding your hips against him.

you're wordless, as you continue running your lips and tongue up his skin, moving onto his jawline, only giving a whine in response, feeling his tip press into the entrance of your womb.

such lousy movement usually wouldn't be near enough for him, but...

his head lulls back, exposing the way his adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly, getting close... your little kitten thrusts and the way you're tonguing the sensitive area under his jaw...

sukuna's hips jolt into you for the last time.

" 'm cumming-"

his mouth hangs open as he releases - dumping weeks' worth of seed into your cunt. his body jerks against you and you bite into his shoulder.

his cock throbs erotically in your clamping walls, and you milk him effortlessly, and you moan on his neck, while still suckling and tonguing the same area, feeling the hotness of his cum as it thickly pours into you, making your belly swell a bit from it.

sukuna groans as he seeds your womb properly for the first time, two hands on your hips, one against the back of your neck, and the remaining arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as his dick pulses inside you.

your head is whirring from the tense situation, being creampied so lewdly for the first time, to think that he's released inside, and the feeling of his every breath as he orgasms, is enough to make you feel so exhilarated.

suddenly, he stills.

it makes you a little nervous, so you detach your upper body from him and aim to look at his expression. but before you can make any further movement, you're suddenly thrown onto your back against the soft mattress of the bed in the speed of light. he keeps himself buried in you, making sure to plug you up nicely.

when you meet his eyes after a shocked gasp, you see his darkened expression, his eyebrows furrowed, but his mouth curved up in a toothy, sinister grin.

"you really tested me back there, didn't you?" he rasps, grabbing your face and forcing you to keep your gaze on him.

"i hope you're aware that i'm not letting you get a wink of sleep tonight."

not a word gets out of your mouth, before sukuna pulls his dick back, and slams his hips into you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls.

your voicebox makes a noise that you never thought was possible, a noise that's mixed with both a moan and a scream.

"oh, fuck..." sukuna mumbles gutturally, beginning to thrust in and out of you the way he's always wanted to. your hands fist the sheets behind your head, and his hands keep your legs spread apart for him, while the other two pinch at your breasts roughly, groping at your flesh so brazenly.

his heavy balls slap against your ass as his hips rut into you, making sure to drive himself in to the hilt, before pulling out to the tip and doing that all over again.

you squeal and mewl under him, eyes watering from pleasure and already getting overstimulated as he fucks you senseless. to think that only a few weeks ago, you were only able to fit two of his fingers. it all feels like a fever dream.

sukuna breathes heavily, his muscles glistening from his own sweat as he indulges in his reward, his reward of you, and your cunt that is finally nice and loose for him, sheathing him so nicely, coating his dick with your slick like the harlot you are. his laboured breaths stutter when your walls pulse around him as you reach your orgasm-- your head tilting back into the mattress.

cock leaking more precum into you, sukuna's eyes become half lidded again as he gets close to his second release.

"you're gonna drive me crazy," he grunts, as his tip reaches your cervix again and again and again.

his thrusts become erratic, and then halts as he busts another thick load into you, making you cry out pitifully.

"fuuck, fuck, fuck...." sukuna shudders, leaning down on his forearms, getting so close that you feel his breath ghosting against your skin, while his other two hands grip onto the sides of your hips. his pecs rub up into your tits and the tongue from his stomach messily laps away at your clit as he empties his balls into you, your pussy seemingly trying to squeeze him dry.

all of his eyes close up as he then kisses you like he's trying to swallow up your tongue. you whimper against his lips, doing your best to reciprocate, struggling to keep up with the pace of this kiss.

he breaks away from your lips.

"c'mon, not good enough. put your tongue into it more," he instructs breathlessly, with somewhat of a disappointed expression. your mind is too hazy from the intense lust but you give a short nod with teary eyes, which makes him smirk before pushing his lips onto you again.

you kiss him back the most you can, and he hums in pleasure, your tongue finally intertwining with his. it distracts you from how full you feel right now, even with only two of his loads in you.

his thrusts slowly start back up again.

"s-sukuna-!" you gasp, breaking the kiss.

"i warned you... it's gonna be a long night," sukuna tells you. he seems to have become more sound of mind after that second orgasm.

"give me more..." he mutters, leaning against the crook of your neck, and licking a stripe up against it, "my precious wife."

your arms wrap around his neck, holding him tight. he grins, and you feel it on your skin.

... eventually when his third load fills you up, he's running his tongue against the shell of your ear, two mouths sucking at each of your nipples, from the way he clasped his palms over your breasts at the last second.

you're trembling beneath him, tears now running down the side of your face, babbling nonsensical words at him.

sukuna leans back to run his third hand through his disheveled hair to slick it up again, and he grins at your state of overstimulation. he feels so good inside you. it was worth waiting and preparing you for so long.

once your orgasm subsides a bit, he finally detaches his mouth-hands away from your tits, making a line of saliva stretch between in the process. then, the mouths disappear. your body relaxes. but sukuna's cock is still inside you.

"you alright, my love?" he asks smugly, looking down at your state of fatigue caused by intense pleasure.

you mumble out something of a 'yes', and he chuckles. his eyes trail down to your now slightly pudgy stomach.

"you're so full with me, my dear wife. haha, it's quite the lovely sight," sukuna tells you softly, pressing his hand down softly against the swell of your tummy. you jolt a little, whining.

"sukuna... too full..."

he leans down closer to your face and wipes the sweat off your forehead, before bringing his lips to the same area gently.

"we can stay like this for a few minutes. rest up. but we're not done yet."

he hasn't even had the chance to sink his teeth into you yet. just a little more. you can do that for him, can't you?

Masterlist

[anantaru]

genshin man (your choice ofc) overstimulating reader ☺️🫵🏻☺️🫵🏻

・✶ ｡ including — alhaitham, kinich ☁︎ synopsis — he likes overstimulating his darling, he loves it, even <3

warnings — overstimulation, sweet talks with alhaitham <3 teasing genshin man, kinich is a little mean, fem! reader

— alhaitham

"if you could only see yourself the way i see you," alhaitham murmurs as his lips brush against your ear ever so tenderly— and his voice was like a soothing balm hovering on top of you, grounding you in the present moment even as your senses spiraled into near insanity.

with purpose, his hands move and explore your writhing skin, discovering every sensitive spot on your body as his hips thrust with vigor, the messy, wet squelches of your cunt making you arch your back as the bubble inside your belly threatens to pop.

with alhaitham, there was no rush in his actions, only a deep, profound care to give you the most intense pleasure until your body borders on overstimulation and love. his fingertips trace delicate patterns over your skin as his eyes, filled with an intense yet tender focus, watch how your legs shake and quiver around his narrow waist.

you continue to arch into his touch and whimper when you catch his lips curve into a small smile each time your pussy squeezes him, his gaze never leaving your face. he wanted, no, needed to see every expression you made, every moment of pleasure he could draw from you until you lose control of yourself, the feeling of his erection pressing into you over and over being unlike anything profanely possible.

"just let go for me, yeah?" he whispers, his voice like a husky command that sent a cold shiver down the entirety of your spine, "i'm with you, here with you," as he continues to grind his cock into you, the lazy, yet skilled drags of his shaft rushing around your spongey walls as you mewl out his name.

there was nothing you could do other than cling to his shoulders, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the sensations were beginning to turn overwhelming, each touch, each kiss, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you and feeling like a mountain was tied against your frame, looming and threatening to crush you.

his hands moved lower to find your swollen clit to pinch and press into the little pearl before rubbing you fiercely as it that had you crying out in deep pleasure until you just couldn't take it anymore.

your body felt so tense, the pleasure building to its pinnacle as you messily released all over his cock, intense waves of pleasure bursting through you as you simply shattered, your body convulsing in his strong arms as alhaitham held you through it all, his merciless touch on your clit never faltering as he rubbed you through your blissful orgasm.

— kinich

kinich's eyes sparkled with mischief as he traced a finger down your arm, his touch light and teasing while his grin was somewhat playful, quite menacing as well if being honest, yet promising a night of unrestrained pleasure until he could see you fall apart for him.

"you look so tempting to me, i can't wait to feel you over and over and over," the man purred, his voice resembling a seductive whisper as you leaned into his warmth, his breath hot against your neck as he kissed a trail down to your collarbone before biting into your flesh.

it's obvious he knows exactly how to drive you wild, how to make you beg and cry.

in a matter of seconds, you tremble underneath him, toes curled and your hips grinding up so your clit could rub into his pelvis as kinich chuckled at your eagerness, finding it rather amusing as it fueled the ego inside of him, "patience, ever heard of it, hmm?" he teases as his lips brush against your ear, "don't you realize we have all night?"

his fingers induce electric bolts into you as they danced over your skin with ease, never lingering in one spot for too long as he found it to be the most pleasurable if he was able to tease you until you would literally break— because you see, each touch was a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come, leaving you breathless and yearning for more and kinich utterly adored that.

"how odd, you're so sensitive there," he remarks with a giggle as he messily thrusts into your cunt before grinding his hips down whenever he was fully inside, "i wonder why," as his voice turned in a husky whisper, his eyes meeting yours in a trice, a spark of amusement and desire in their depths and taking you by surprise.

"ugh, i love seeing you like this, so vulnerable,"

kinich's grin was wicked, insane, his eyes never leaving yours as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. "more, come on," he whispers, "i want to see you fall apart for me, you think you can do that?"

and with a final, teasing thrust— so strong, in fact, that it made your boobs jiggle up and down, he sent you over the edge, your voice dying in your throat before you felt something pop in your stomach and fuck, it was so effortlessly quick like he didn't even need to try to make you feel this way.

©2024 anantaru  do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Thinking about PHAINON’S cock being almost 7 inches, though its long enough for the head of his cock to reach your cervix. He definitely has the prettiest cock out of all of men. Its really pale and has a—lot of veins around it. Phainon is literally the best at fucking—you with his cock. His cock was just so pleasurable. A faint dusting of pale hair sits above the base of his cock, neatly trimmed and well-kept, adding to his effortless appeal. It's soft to the touch, smooth against your skin, just like everything about him—controlled, refined, and devastatingly perfect.

And then there's the way he fucks you. Not just with skill, but with purpose. Like he knows exactly how deep he needs to be, how slow or rough to take you apart. His cock stretches you in a way that borders on overwhelming, the thick veins pressing into your walls, the head of it brushing your cervix with every deliberate thrust. It's not just pleasure—it's possession, the way he claims every inch of you without a single word.

His breaths are heavy, low grunts escaping his lips when he feels you tighten around him. He watches you, eyes sharp, taking in the way you shudder, the way your body reacts to him alone. He knows no one else could fuck you like this, no one else could ruin you in a way that still feels so reverent. It's not just about taking—it's about making sure you know he's the only one who ever could.

Thinking about MYDEI’S cock It's the biggest one-thick, heavy, and a full nine inches of sheer, overwhelming size. There's nothing refined about it, nothing delicate. Just raw power, veined and flushed, built to stretch and ruin. His cock sits heavy between his legs, a perfect reflection of him—unapologetic, dominant, untamed. His pubic hair is just as unruly, untouched, dark curls framing his length. He doesn't shave, doesn't brush it down, because why would he? He's not the type to care about pretty appearances. He's the type to take, to claim, to make sure you remember exactly what it feels like to be fucked by him.

And when he's inside you gods, it's too much. The stretch is instant, a sharp, unbearable fullness that has you gasping before he even moves. He knows it, too. He watches the way your body struggles to take him, the way you twitch and tighten, barely able to handle his size. It's intoxicating to him, the way you clench around him like you were made for him, like no one else could ever compare.

His pace is merciless, rough and deep, slamming into you until all you can do is take it. Every thrust forces his cock against your cervix, dragging a mixture of pain and pleasure so intense it leaves you trembling. He doesn't stop-he never stops until you're shaking, until you're completely lost in him, until he's sure you'll never forget that he was here, that he's the only one who could ever fuck you like this. Because Mydei doesn't just want to pleasure you. He wants to own you.

Thinking about ANAXA’S cock It's not the biggest, not the thickest, but gods, does he know how to use it. Five inches of pure, aching need, pale and flushed at the tip, standing proudly against his smooth skin. There's no pubic hair—whether it's natural or something he takes care of, it's impossible to tell, but it only adds to the softness of him. He looks almost delicate like this, like something meant to be worshiped. But that's the trick, isn't it? Anaxa isn't just delicate. He's dangerous in the way he holds himself back, in the way his soft-spoken nature masks something deeper, something utterly consuming.

Because when he's inside you, it doesn't matter that he's not the biggest. He makes it feel like he is. He fucks like he has something to prove-slow at first, teasing, watching your every reaction like he's memorizing the way you fall apart for him. Then he picks up, hips snapping forward, angling himself just right so every thrust hits exactly where you need it. He's precise, controlled, relentless in his focus on your pleasure.

His breath hitches when he feels you clench around him, his hands tightening on your hips, keeping you in place. There's something desperate in the way he moves, like he needs you to understand that size never mattered-only this, only him, only the way he can make you shake with nothing but his cock and the sheer intensity of his devotion. Because Anaxa doesn't fuck to claim. He fucks to worship.

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[risuola]

ENTRY #11 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU // I starve for your touch yet fear to savor it.

contents: arranged marriage!au, nudity, reader discretion is advised — wc. 1690

a/n: there was no way i wouldn't write a fic based on this picture. just no way.

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Satoru loves to sleep naked.

The beauty of his innate technique, the blessing that he mastered to no end, has stripped him off one of the most basic human needs — touch. He wasn’t missing it that much, he thought, but there was something in letting go of everything and allowing himself to be wrapped in the silky layers of bedsheets that made his body crave the feeling.

He has always picked expensive garments, the ones with soft fabrics and luxurious feel, despite everyone telling him it’s unreasonable to spend so much on a shirt or a pair of trousers, but to him, it did matter. To him, that was the only thing touching his body when a thin layer of infinity effectively forced everything else back. To Satoru, touch was forbidden, threatening. It was a vulnerability that he, the strongest, couldn’t afford.

But that until he’s met you. Until he’s married you.

You were one of not many people he’s made an exception for. You were able to touch him whenever you wanted because the protective surface of endless matter let you in. Because he himself altered his technique to make you capable of laying your hands on his body.

He longed for your touch. So soft, and delicate, and warm. He craved more of it and yet, despite being shameless and confident, he has not allowed himself to sleep bare even once since the day you and him were bound by the knot of matrimony. It would cross boundaries he wasn’t sure you’d wish to cross; it would make you uncomfortable, awkward maybe — and he liked the way your relationship looked like now. He liked the late evenings you talked quietly, alone and intimate in the warm embrace of sheets and your own house.

For you, he let go of the way he used to sleep before because you were worth the sacrifice, but now, you were gone for few days. You were sent on a mission away from Tokyo and the hours Satoru spent alone in bed, thinking of nothing more but your fingertips on top of his skin, made him desperate — and so, he allowed himself the comfort of soft cotton and silk.

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You were tired. Exhausted even, by the intense fight you had to pull through, by the uncomfortable nights spent in the dingy hotel room, by the humid weather and rains. In moments like this, there was nothing you envied more in the world than your husband’s ability to warp from one place to another, but you got lucky. Incredibly so, because Ijichi offered you a ride home two days earlier than you were supposed to head back and you thanked all gods and devils for that man’s kindness. He was willing to put on some more road just to get you home.

“Thank you so, so much, Ijichi,” you kissed his cheek — a ghost of a peck that made him all red and steamy and you felt giddy for a moment, seeing the tips of his ears turn crimson. Adorable. You liked him, he was dutiful, polite, trustworthy and constantly terrorized by your husband, so you were determined to at least be the Gojo he likes.

“You’re very welcome,” he mumbled and fixed the frames on the bridge of his nose, pushing them up with the tip of his pointer finger. “Have a good rest.”

“You too, Ijichi.”

Then, he was gone and you were stepping into the house with a deep sense of relief washing over you. Home sweet home. If you were to guess, it was most likely somewhere around 4 am, way too early for anyone to be up — especially your husband — so you gave it your all to stay as quiet as possible. The sun was just showing its first rays from way below the horizon line, crawling up with golden hues and breaking the nightly, navy darkness.

On your toes you moved across the house. It seemed as if Gojo was spending his time alone quite ordinarily — you saw a modest stack of empty takeout boxes, much less humble pile of candy wrappers and his uniform jacket thrown over the couch backrest, along with few other little items that you struggled to differentiate in the nocturnal haze.

You put down your bag, hung up your coat and pushed off the shoes. Ghosting your way towards the bathroom, you were desperate to wash away the combat residuals. You lathered up the shower gel in a rush, desperate to rest and sleep in the comfort of your own bed and then, wrapped in the towel, you tippy-toed to the bedroom, but—

“Came back earlier?”

—you truly didn’t expect to be met with a sight like this. Your husband was awake, just barely, most likely awaken by the water running in the bathroom. His eyes were closed, hidden underneath his forearm and shielded from the lights that were slowly creeping inside, between the dark curtains and onto his face. His body seemed relaxed between the sheets. The softest, gentlest lines of golden glimmer that painted its patterns over his uncovered chest and leg, his hip and one of the muscular arms. The duvet was covering less than half of him, hiding a part of his stomach, the other leg and—

“You’re staring.”

Satoru didn’t even have to look at you to know that your gaze was lingering on his frame. On his very, very naked frame, just barely concealed by the comforter.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, feeling the heat creeping up your cheeks and reaching the tips of your ears and you thanked the darkness for hiding it away. You walked around the bed, hoping to find your pajama where you left it and trying to force your head out of the gutter. You heard your husband letting out a deep exhale and then, a soft hum. His voice was as melodic as always, though you could tell how much sleepiness was laced into it.

Satoru should’ve notice you when you entered the area of your house, but he didn’t. Tired by his own job, by the classes and all of the meetings, he allowed himself to lower his guard and when he realized you’re home, he contemplated for a moment getting up and dressed, but he just didn’t want to.

“You’re exhausted, screw pajamas, just come here,” he said before he managed to think twice about it. It was a daring offer, inappropriate even and he opened his mouth to apologize for it, but then, you rendered him speechless.

Your weight felt good on top of him. You lay your body over his own with feathery gentleness and carefully maneuvered your way to rest on his chest completely. The touch of your skin flush to his own made his brain to short circuit, it felt divine, too good to be true and just so very right, he couldn’t say a word.

“Is that alright?” You asked quietly, pressing your ear right above his heart and letting out a breath that you held for a little too long. Your face felt hot, you were flushed and flustered but also oddly at ease with the current position and you wondered for a moment if it was the tiredness that made you so bold.

“More than that,” he replied, pulling the covers to hide you beneath them. He allowed one of his arms to snake around your waist and his lips to kiss the top of your head. “Rest. Sleep well, wifey.”

“Good night.”

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10:19 AM

Satoru thought he was dreaming, but the weight on top of him felt too real. The soft scent of citrusy shower gel that lingered on your skin filled in his lungs each time he took a breath in and there was a tickle, he realized — every time his chest raised, a strand of your hair seemed to be moving against his jawline. You were not a dream.

He opened his eyes, blinking few times, adjusting them to the bright light that forced its way into the bedroom and then, he looked at you. You were still very deep asleep, he could tell based off the long inhales you were taking, slow and relaxed, fanning against his peck rhythmically. Your body was mostly on top of him, you were on his chest, your leg was between his and only your hips were resting on the bed. He still had his arm around you, as if making sure you were as close as possible.

It felt incredible. Intimate. It was everything he could have wished for. A touch, skin to skin, so intense it almost took his breath away. He felt nauseous at the thought, realizing that it’s the first time in his life, he’s that close to someone. So impossibly close that just a little bit more and you’d become a part of him. His heartbeat quickened.

It was so right. So awfully correct and at the same time, so very threatening. He felt helpless. Vulnerable. He was at your mercy, he was robbed of everything what made him the strongest, because at this very moment, he was bare. Uncovered before you, wrapped in an embrace that felt loving, that felt soothing, addicting, but if you only wished to hurt him, you’d—

You moved, shifting your weight a little bit, adjusting the position and the way your hand run down his side made him shiver. A soft sound escaped your throat when you let out a deeper exhale. He felt your fingers squeezing the flesh above his hip and then, you relaxed again.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” you whispered, not bothering to open your eyes, and Satoru held his breath. “Relax…”

And he chuckled. His chest vibrated below your ear and the adorable sound of displeasure you let out made him lose all of the tension. He turned, twisting his body inside your embrace to face you fully and he squeezed you with both of his arms, pulling you close. So impossibly close, and you whimpered, suddenly enclosed in a tight hold of your husband’s limbs. That was it for your sleep.

You could get used to it.

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[stars-and-clouds]

Astarion Romance Headcanons 🥀

SFW:

Side glances when you're besides him

Full on staring when you're not

Immediately looking away when you catch him

"You know the way he looks at you, don't you, soldier?"

His pinky itching towards yours when you're walking, wanting to hold your hand but unsure because, is it too much? Will you reject him?

His hands scrunching up your shirt tightly whenever you hug. He's always the last to let go.

You hold on longer and longer each time because he doesn't want to let go.

His kisses are tender and needy.

He likes the warmth of your hands.

Thinking of what tones will suit your perfume the best. He'll gift it to you after all this is over.

He'll sew the holes or tears in your clothes over the night and pretend he doesn't know what happened next morning.

When you move to kiss his cheek he will grimace in annoyance but lean in as you do it.

"Be careful around Astarion, (Tav). He's not serious about you.", the others will warn you. And Astarion will worry you'll heed their words more than his so he'll do so much to prove his love to you, not knowing that you already trust him (even if that is an objectively stupid thing to do lmao).

He started sleeping next to you from the moment you had sex but ever since you've entered the shadowlands, he ends up cuddling in the middle of the night. He misses the sun.

He likes kissing the palm of your hand or its back.

Likes to pack your bag before you leave camp.

"No one's ever going to love me like that again."

Ever since you told him that there's more to him than just beauty and sex, that he's hilarious, for instance, he finds ways to make you laugh. He loves it. He's started being a lot more sarcastic and makes more jokes just to hear your laughter. He'll never admit it, of course. Other than maybe when it's only you two.

Doesn't believe he will be able to love again if you let go of him.

"Don't be so nice to me." he says with round, needy and pleading eyes.

Thinking of ways he can show others you're together so others know you're not available.

Hiding his jealousy, terribly.

He will rip the throat out of anyone with malicious intent towards you.

"I will wait the whole of my life for you, Astarion." He doesn't believe it at first, but the longer you go on without sex the safer he feels and the more he wants you.

NSFW:

He sometimes cries silently at night, wishing he could make love to you without it feeling so tainted. He wants it so badly, but his past experience prohibits it. The pain of wanting something and being unable to have it only because of himself is too much. He blames himself too sometimes. Wishing he could give you more.

"I don't mind waiting.", you'd say.

"I do. I can't have you, no matter how much I want you.", he'd say.

When you cuddle him sensing he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck to hide his tears. The smell of you is comforting.

Needing you everytime you're tender with him.

Getting aroused when you hug during a kiss.

Wanting to kiss your skin all over, to make you cry from pleasure as you bury your face in his neck.

Wanting you to hold on to him for dear life as you climax.

When he's finally comfortable enough and takes charge of his own sexuality, he'll be so needy.

Realising that the two nights he had sex with you were nothing compared to how good making love to you feels.

When you give up all control to him, letting him do to you as he wants, the pleasure is almost too much bear. The power he feels is palpable and knowing it is you who trusts him so much will drive him near mad.

He will lose control many times so you have a safe word.

You both think of the stupidest word possible as a safe word. Something that makes you both laugh when it's used.

He likes over stimulating you, making you beg and he'll kiss you to calm you.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling.", he'll say stroking you even further and kissing your tears.

"Does that feel good, my love?"

The more you beg the more he loves it.

He likes playing with your hands, holding them in his, touching your fingers, comparing them to his while you rest on his chest, still warm from him being inside of you.

Resting his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat.

Staring at your face and body intently. Taking in every little reaction you make and replaying them over in his head throughout the day.

Staring at you longingly when you're both with the squad, failing terribly at focusing in battle or conversation.

Getting aroused when you're covered in blood.

Seeing you fighting, in general, turns him on. The smell of your sweat, your rapid heart beat, the way your body moves, all of it now only reminds him of making love to you.

Telling you to say his name whenever he's feeling good and you'll chant it as you cum. He loves how it sounds from your lips.

Resting his forehead against yours as he's close to cumming.

"Look at me.", he'll command you.

He likes when your hands rake his hair, pull his hair, tug it whatever. That slight bit of pain arouses him. Better yet, if you bury your nails into his skin.

He likes to look at you falling asleep. It's such a gentle thing. How can someone so strong otherwise be so soft around him? Why him? Why did someone like you choose someone like him? He can't believe he has you.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50833876/chapters/128419966 I am updating these hcs on my ao3, if anyone is interested!

[cherry-coloureddfunk]

IMAGINE BEING LOVED BY ME, bfd!joel miller

summary, no matter what you'd always end up in the bed of your boyfriend's father

warnings, p in v, cheating (duh not cool but when joel miller tempts u it is!), daddy kink if you squint, a teensy bit of fingering, fat age gap between joel and reader, keeping up with the canon that joel's son is named jack but hes a dick in this sorry, not proof read

wc, 2k

note, joel miller is the type of fine that physically pains me to think about... i was thinking about making this a series because i love these two so much but we'll see :)

Joel Miller hated nights.

 He hated how he could never seem to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. He hated the sliver of moonlight that seeped in through the blinds of his bedroom, almost taunting him with the agonizingly slow routine of the moon when all he wanted was for the sun to make its return. He hated the silence too– though it wasn’t the silence he appreciated during slow mundane mornings; it was the kind that was almost suffocating forcing him to confront every thought he tried burying during the day. 

The blur of all the restless nights he’d spent alone bled into one another as he found your warmth replacing the cool, bare sheets of his king. 

He was fucked up, and he knew that. 

No matter which angle he approached it with, he knew. There wasn't any justification for his actions— not that he ever tried. As someone who gave and gave time after time again you’d think he would be able to cut himself some slack. 

Not when it came to the privilege of a pretty thing like you waiting to sneak in between his sheets– with the moon only as witness after his son would fall asleep. 

“Missed ya.” Is all he says as he nuzzles his face into the dip of your neck. He breathes every ounce of you in, and when he exhales, you giggle softly at the light air that tickles your skin. His hand that had been resting in between your thighs drifts upward to slip under your shirt. His hands grazed your nipple lightly, and he stifled a groan. 

“I have to close the door.” You remind him, though it comes out as a whisper when you feel him start to grope your breasts. 

He shakes his head, “Don’t.” He guides your steps until your back hits his bed. His mouth ghosts over your neck, peppering feather-light kisses on your skin. 

“Joel, what if he hears?” You whisper so quietly you aren’t even sure you’d said it aloud– but you must’ve since he answers. 

“Guess you’ll just hafta be quiet then.” His closed-mouth kisses turn into open-mouthed ones, conscious enough not to leave any visible marks, just saliva in their wake. He places a wet kiss on your Adam's apple, trailing upwards to the underside of your jaw until he gets to your lips. One of his hands moves the hair out of your eyes so you can see him as he places his lips against yours. It’s a silent admission, and he doesn’t have to say anything for you to understand. This is how it’s supposed to be. This. You, here. With me. 

His chapped lips rub against your own;  a sloppy semblance of a dance. Opening up a bit, you let him slot his tongue into your mouth. He tastes of faint mint toothpaste as he spreads the artificial flavor in your mouth. Your hand twines in his curly hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer to yourself. No matter how close he’d get, it would never be enough. You’d always want more. 

He presses himself into you, feeling his hardened length through his boxers. He moves against you slowly, his eyes open, watching every scrunch of your nose, the furrow of your brow, and the ‘O’ shape you make with your mouth. You moan into him. The friction of his movements against your clit causes you to move your face to the side and voice your pleasure. His hand darts to cover your mouth, not giving up his agonizing ruts against your center. 

“Gotta be quiet, babygirl.” He reminds you with a tone that’s in between gentle and stern. You nod, and his hand moves from your mouth, drifting between your bodies. He slips past your panties, using his index finger to drag past your folds and collect your slick. His finger glistens under the moonlight that slips in past the window blinds. He holds it out in front of himself, eyes trained on yours as he brings it to his mouth. He let out a shameless groan against his finger, working his tongue to ensure none had gone to waste, “You have no idea how sweet this pussy is, y’wanna taste, baby?” 

You stare at him with big eyes and without a second thought you nodded, unable to speak even if you wanted to. The corners of his mouth tugged into a crooked smile. He brought the finger that had previously been in his mouth to your lips. The pad of his finger traced your bottom lip, feeling the groves that made up the skin there. You opened up a bit, trying your best to capture his finger in your mouth. Your efforts fell short as he dragged his finger to catch the inside of your bottom lip. He was doing this on purpose. You felt incredibly hot– his heavy breathing on your skin seemed to be the only thing to cool you down. Finally, he leaned in, catching his lips with yours once more. He shoved his tongue in slowly, causing you to moan at the taste of yourself in his mouth. 

“Perfect.” He pulled away whispering against your lips, like it was a secret just between the two of you, the way you melted in his arms made his head rush, “Every inch.”

You sighed, letting your head rest on his neck as you tried to catch your breath, “M’sorry I didn't come yesterday, he stayed up all night playing with his friends but I swear I thought about you every–”

“Don’t you ever be sorry about somethin’ like that. S’not your fault baby.” He stops you by bringing his large hand up from between your bodies to cup the side of your face, it’s almost comical how it almost covers the entire surface, “Just want some attention, hm? My sweet girl always thinkin’ of me.” 

A part of him worried about the nights you never showed up but he would never tell you that. You weren't his and you weren't able to sneak off as much as he wanted you to. The nights you were a no show always left Joel with that nagging voice in the back of his head that probed at him taunting, you didn’t want this anymore. Of course he’d respect your decision if it ever came down to that. He was older than you, lived more than enough of his life, and a wife that up and left as soon as she’d brought their son into this world to show for it. 

You made it easy to forget all of that, and if it were up to him you’d both stay in his bed for as long as you’d have him. 

His lips brushed the top of your head, “You’re here with me now s’all that matters.” 

You lifted your head up to see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he held you tight like this was just some sick dream and he was a perverted old man for lusting over his own son’s girlfriend. But he wasn’t because you were real and you were here and fuck you were perfect.

Joel stood up, his hands finding your ankles and you let out a soft giggle as he pulled you toward him allowing your legs to dangle off the side of his king. He smiled softly standing in between your thighs, allowing his hand to run up and down the inside of them. 

“Joel.” You sigh, reaching out for him always hating any purposeful distance between the both of you. You wanted all of him, “Can you kiss me?”

He caves like he always does for you. Bending down one hand on the inside of your thigh as the other travels up to rest his palm against your face as he leans in for another kiss. He kisses with fervor it’s slow as he takes his time with his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, gently nibbling down on your bottom lip when he pulls away, “Wanna make you cum for me babygirl.”

“Y’gonna let me do that for you?” He asks breathlessly, hand slipping past your pajama shorts and over your panties.  

You nod your eyes wide, the contact causing you to buck into his hand. 

“Needy little thing… S’what you are huh?” He ran his fingers over your wetness and let out a groan at the feeling of your warmth before pulling his hand back entirely, “Tell me what y’want sweet girl.”

“Want you inside me Joel.” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded. When it came to Joel Miller you had zero shame, “Wanna feel you here.” 

His eyes darkened, following the hand that pressed just above your lower stomach. He replaced yours with his own, pressing down gently with a groan. His other hand pulled down your pajama shorts along with your panties down just enough so he could see your core. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled, “S’what my sweet girl wants?’

You nodded at his words, eyes focused on his face alone. You hadn’t even registered that he had pulled his boxers down; the hand that had previously been inside of you along with your juices was now around his cock. He lazily stroked it peering down at you with a crooked smile. 

“Gonna fuck you baby– Gonna– Fuck– Gonna feel me so deep.” He gripped his length as he rested the tip at your entrance, gently running the tip along your opening, collecting the juices there, “S’that what you need? T’feel daddy deep inside you?”

You nodded.

“Tell me.” His tone took on a desperate one, “Tell me you need it baby.” 

“Always need you Daddy– Need it inside me. Wanna feel it deep inside.” You whined at the feeling of him rubbing his tip against your entrance knowing he could easily slip inside if he wanted to. 

Joel pushed himself inside, as moans like sighs of relief sounded from both of your chests. He stilled for a moment enjoying how perfect this moment was. Your chest heaving heavily as you peered at him with glazed eyes. Fucking ethereal. 

He wanted you to feel it– the feeling of being so full in more ways than one. How perfectly he fits inside you– the shape and every ridge of his cock. You were made for it– made for him. 

His hands gripped your thighs lifting them so he’d be able to reach you at a perfect angle and began to pound into you at harsh speed. His thrusts were deep as they shook your pliant body on the bed,  yet again another reminder of the differences between your boyfriend and his father. You’d never really felt loved when you’d have sex with Jack– It was more or less an experience for him than you. He just wanted to empty himself inside of you, never really wanting to make sure you enjoyed yourself. After finding yourself in Joel’s bed one rainy evening, it only made sense that his giving nature bled over into the bedroom. By the time the storm cleared, you knew this wouldn’t be a one time occurrence. 

“He doesn’t deserve you babygirl.” He groaned against your neck, he’d been so lost in the feeling of you around him he wasn’t able to stop himself from leaving marks on your body. He sucked into your skin, kissing and licking the pain away. The sound of his skin smacking against yours as he fucked into you with such vigor made you disregard it completely, “Want everyone to know you n’this sweet pussy belong to me.”

Everything he did always made your head spin. The combination of the sweet words and his musky scent that was just so inherently Joel made you light headed. Him saying you belong to him was just confirming words you felt linger in the air between you when this whole ordeal started. 

“Tell me.” He moaned, trying to delay the steady approach of his orgasm. He didn’t want this to end, “I need it.” He urged you, and you looked down to see him thrusting in and out of you. You moaned at the sight of your hole taking all of him inside of you. Joel caught you by surprise when he leaned down to capture your lips, biting on your bottom lip as he continued to fuck into you with the same harsh pace he’d set previously. 

You hadn’t even noticed that you’d begun to cry until his large hand wiped the tears from your eyes. Your cheeks were red and your eyes were glossy. He loved that he was the one making you feel this way– absolutely wrecked. 

His hand went to your clit, rubbing it as he fucked into you with fervor, “Tell me you’re mine.” 

You were close and he could tell. 

“Please” He begged, the desperation in his voice made you clench around him, “Need to hear you say it sweet girl.” 

You didn’t know what to do. His hand came to wipe the tears from your eyes, fucking you harder, making sure you felt him and every roll of his hips. Your legs wrapped around him in an effort to get him impossibly closer to you than he was already. This new angle allowed him to get even deeper inside of you. Overwhelmed with pleasure, you looked into his eyes though it had been said many times over before for the first time you said, “I’m yours Joel.” 

“And m’yours baby.” He whined into your mouth, “All yours– Fuck– No one elses’ you own me.” 

It seemed like your tears came out tenfold at the statement, the overwhelming sense of pleasure– of love and care. His hips started to stutter but he tried to push through, and you let out a strangled cry as the feeling in your stomach intensified at the realization; 

You owned Joel Miller.

“I own you.” You repeated back in a whine-confirmation, your voice still unsure if you’d even heard him right.

“M’ all yours sweet girl never been anyone else’s.” Joel responded with a moan. It was foreign to the both of you, a sense of vulnerability you’d experienced with anyone before and it’d obviously been far too long since Joel had let someone in the way he let you. 

But he was willing for you. 

“Fuck– Im– m’gonna cum Joel.”

Your orgasm wracked through your body before you could get another word out.  You cried into his shoulder, nails digging harshly into his back as you garbled unintelligible words.

The look on your face was enough to send him over the edge, giving one last thrust he buried himself to the hilt as he peered down to see where your two bodies met. The only thing he was able to make out was the curly hair at the base of his cock as he emptied himself inside of you with a strangled groan. His eyes quickly found yours to communicate you both already knew;

I know, I felt it too. 

After he’d cleaned you up he peppered your face in soft kisses, wrapping his arms around you. He laid there with you, enjoying the feeling of you snuggled warmly against his chest. 

You looked at him like you always did. The aquiline shape of his nose and grey whiskers that made up his facial hair. 

He was beautiful in a way that felt beyond your grasp, as if the very essence of it existed in a language you’d never learn to speak.

Then he softly looked down at your face that rested on his bare chest,  his hand found yours, a quiet plea in his touch.

‘Don’t sleep with him,’ he whispered, his voice steady but filled with something deeper, something unspoken, “Stay– stay with me tonight.” 

After a long pause, you simply nodded.

“Okay."

[arolesbianism]

I think Moon should be a sore loser. I think the local group can't have game nights and it's entirely because of Moon. And Moon Wants to have game nights. She looks at the others oh so sweetly when she asks and they have to pretend to be busy or smth and the Pebbles calls out their bluff and scolds them until they reluctantly agree and then Moon insists on playing The Game Which Purchase Are Made, Hoards Become All, and Moon faces a mild inconvenience and flips the digital table and has to sit herself in a corner so she doesn't start sending the others death threats

[lilreidgirl]

So what?

Summary: You and Spencer seem to keep on ending up in the same position, you sitting on his lap. But it doesnt mean anything. Right?

Warnings: MDNI(18+), fem!reader, lap sitting (like a lot), crying implied, smut/sex, getting hard, f-word 3x, doesn’t make much sense tbh, English is not my first language

WC: ~1k

A/N: sorry if this is confusing, I tried my best

If someone asked you what your favourite place on earth is, you’d probably say one of the usual answers like “my bed” or some special place with meaning in its history with you. But what was truly your favourite place to be, was Spencer Reid’s lap.

You were just friends, of course, no meaning behind it.

A BAU game night, organized by the one and only fantastic Penelope Garcia, was where you first ever found yourself in a position you never knew you would come to crave to be in so often. It was an evening filled with laughter, camaraderie, and endless games, all set in the cozy and inviting living room of Rossi’s expansive mansion. The atmosphere was light-hearted and warm while the sound of friendly banter echoed off the walls. The room was packed with a lively mix of BAU team members, the couch and seats occupied by various members of the team and the family and friends they had brought with them.

You arrived last, being greeted by yells and cheers and “hi!’s as soon as you entered the energy-filled room. Your eyes wandered around the room and the different permeated spaces to sit. Unsure of what to do, you settled on just resting in a kneeled down-position on the floor. Your body moved to the side of the coffee table, next to the couch where multiple of your colleagues sat. You started to lower yourself to the floor before a voice stopped you.

“You can just sit on my lap, you know…,” the familiar sweet, musical voice of Spencer Reid spoke, the hesitance and shyness, that he clearly felt, presenting on his face and in his tone. “It’s closer to the table and- um, probably more comfortable, no?” he asked rhetorically. “I really wouldn’t mind. We can play as a team.”

His words were whispered by his god awfully beautiful lips, just loud enough for you to hear clearly but not for the crowd around you to be able to catch what he was saying.

“Oh. Really?” You asked, the fact that it wasn’t the most usual offer from a friend and co-worker making you slightly doubtful if you should accept the suggestion he had made you.

“Yeah.” The space between his eyebrows scrunched together in a sincere way and you just really, really couldn’t turn his helpful gesture down. That would be rude of a friend, no?

You made the journey of a few measly steps that lay between the two of you in a matter of seconds and soon you mindfully and slowly sat down on his lap.

So what?

So what, you felt as if your heart had just beaten out of your throbbing chest and onto the table where the ongoing board game laid?

It didn’t mean anything.

So what, Spencer’s arms wrapped around your waist in a concerningly short fraction of a second, catching you completely off guard, the speed with which he moved almost unnerving, as if he had been anticipating the exact moment to pull you in for as long as he had been able to anticipate anything at all?

It didn’t mean anything.

So what, a month later you sat perched up on his lap, eating the takeout you both ordered, laughing about something you said, your eyes momentarily flicking up to see all the empty chairs surrounding Spencer’s dining table where you could have possibly sat but you somehow ended up on his lap yet again?

It didn’t mean anything.

So what, as you adjusted yourself on his legs, wanting a better view  of pitch perfect playing on the TV (courtesy of you forcing him to watch it) and you felt his body attentively tense and his big, calloused hands grip your hips so tight, you thought he might have been physically touching your hipbone?

It didn’t mean anything.

And it also had no meaning when, you felt a tiny nip on your ear a few moments later, something you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t had already been hyperaware because of the hard presence of something you had only pictured in your dreams, pressing against your ass.

So what?

And seriously so what, when you showed up at his apartment, your face damp and reddened from the hard day you had endured and without missing a beat, he immediately took your hand, his grip steady and warm, guiding you down gently into his lap as if he already knew exactly what you needed, and then, without a word, he settled back on the couch, pulling you into his chest with a tenderness that somehow made everything feel right again?

It didn’t mean anything.

And so what, you couldn't help but wonder how something so simple could feel so comforting, how his presence alone could soothe all the chaos swirling inside of you, and did it really matter that no words were needed, that his embrace spoke everything you were too tired to say, that just being held like this in the quiet of his living room felt like all the broken pieces of you were slowly starting to fall into place, as if nothing else in the world could possibly matter as much as this moment?

It didn’t mean anything.

So what, movie night every few weeks consistently included you resting your body on his thighs and your head on his shoulder while your warm blanket lay on both of your touching bodies as the TV flickered its light onto the both of you and the secure feeling of the moment made you want to melt into him and the memory of the time forever?

It didn’t mean anything.

So what, you woke up the mornings after movie nights with your body enveloped by his, your feet entangled together, neither of you knowing which of you had the freezing feet and which the warm ones, because the contact between you was enough to get the feeling of burning coursing through your entire bodies?

It didn’t mean anything...

So what, you slung your legs over his thighs, slumping against his body, finally relaxing a bit after an exhausting day that was probably also the best day of your life and he whispered, “You look absolutely gorgeous,” to you?

It didn’t mean anything.

And so fucking what, he then went on to remove your fairy tale-like wedding dress and fuck you into oblivion, as it should be the first time fucking you as your husband and you as his newly-wed wife?

Okay… maybe it did mean something.