#length: 400 words

[coldshrugs]

wip whenever

i've been tagged by @myreia @thevikingwoman and @redwayfarers and surprisingly i have things to share already! idk who to tag since we're well past wednesday, but please consider yourself tagged if you are a writer/artist/gposer/maker of things. i wanna see it all!

i'm putting this snippet entirely under a cut because it's mature TM and kind of long. the miserable timeline is in full swing and i kind of love this kiss and its aftermath so:

✨💗✨

Io closes her eyes and nods. Her annoyance softens.

She lifts her hand to his chest. It whispers over his collarbone, winds around the back of his neck. The sounds of the stable fade from his mind when she lifts her chin and licks her perfect lips. He watches her make these tiny decisions; each one could bring their ruin, and she chooses to take the risk anyway. The rise and fall of her chest matches his frantic heartbeat.

His lips fall to hers.

There is something sacred in that first brush of their lips. A dizzying, deliberate attempt to drag it out, to breathe together, to crystalize the shape and taste and feel of this moment into something they might be able to keep.

Io stretches up, pressing closer. Her tongue rolls into Estinien's open mouth, soft and wanting–and she's smiling, for him. He answers in kind, his smile for hers, his tongue moving with hers. He tangles his hand in her hair and she moans, a little sound that fills his mouth.

Godsdammit, he needs to feel that again. There is no consequence Ishgard and all her high lords could dispense that would compare.

They could be closer without her fucking cloak in the way. He tugs the loose knot at her neck and it falls to the floor. He pulls her against him, hands roaming over her back, her waist, and down to where her dress drapes her ass. Her moan again, louder, shaking through them. His desire is no longer mere yearning; the reality of Io's reciprocations–once speculation, now unquestionable–earns a bodily reaction. He hardens, pressed between the tight squeeze of their bodies. She reaches for him, an indelicate, appraising touch that sweeps the front of his pants. Estinien groans and–

Io jerks away, a hand to her mouth and breathing hard. "Oh, gods."

It pains him to do so, but Estinien moves back. "Forgive me."

"For what? I should be the one apologizing."

They say nothing, standing in the dark with their hands at their sides.

Io's hair is tousled, a halo of flyaway strands catching in the light. Her dress is off-center, and she has taken the night's solitude to display her tattooed chest, if only for herself and the chocobo. Her expression has fallen into something serious, but her lips are swollen from his kiss. It is impossible not to want her, and she looks at him with the same conflict.

A breeze whistles through the open door, the birds coo and click, and the seconds drag on without extinguishing the heat in his chest or the greedy coil of need in his belly. Estinien closes the distance between them again. His knuckles ghost over her neck, and Io sighs at the touch. How long has it been since Haurchefant touched her like this? Estinien hopes he will never touch her again. He drifts to her chest, the jut of her clavicle, the barely-raised tattoo. He traces the bold triangle, lingering at its point until his hand skims the front of her dress.

Io holds his face between her hands, keeping him at a safe distance, refusing to let him go. Her dark stare is hard. She struggles with herself. Kiss him or don't. Estinien holds her waist.

"We can't."

"I know," he says. His grip tightens, and he guides her backward to the wall. Io's mouth parts when she meets the stone.

Her hands move from his face to his shirt. She toys with a button, looking from his chest to his lips. "If someone sees..." 

"I know, Io." Estinien hoists her up the wall until she's almost a head above him. The rough stones scratch and snag her dress, and it slips down her shoulders an ilm or two. Io's legs circle his waist, pulling him closer until her breath washes over his face.

[the-kipsabian]

i need to learn out of the habit of comparing the quality of my writing to the quantity of it

[lost-in-azalea-forest]

[code01746]

@akagamiko said: “ there are times where i can’t see things that i should. ” // [ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏) ]

❝ out of willful ignorance, or because you realized it too late? ❞

　even if rosinante repeated his life another thousand times, not doomed to repeat his mistakes but instead free to change things as he wished, he still never would have expected this day to transpire the way that it has. he was just fishing one moment, alone on the furthest corner of a secluded spit of beach, and suddenly he was approached, out of the blue, by one of the most terrifying pirates alive, redhaired shanks.

or, that's what he thought; although it had been several years since rosinante had submitted his 'indefinite leave of absence' to the marines (long enough ago to, at this point, be understood as a resignation in everything but name) he still remembered the things that were repeatedly drilled into his head. specifically, a list of pirates not to engage with, under any circumstances, if they happened to cross paths. not without proper authorization. not without a full squadron, preferably with several devil fruit users and an admiral or two. never alone. you will die, they told him. you are unprepared.

it was a lot of scary talk for a guy who, now that the two were sitting beside one another, ultimately just seemed like... a guy. he was surprised at first, of course he was; he expected to be completely alone, and even enveloped himself with his silence technique for added concentration while fishing. he got too concentrated, it seems, being so surprised when shanks shook his shoulder (presumably after several failed attempts to shout through his soundproof wall) and he jumped out of his skinーoff the dock into the water. thank the seas this man seemed to realize intuitively that he was a devil fruit eater, and therefore would drown without his help. rosinante couldn't help but wonder if he had rescued poor souls like that before.

and now they were just... sitting there, having a conversation together, rosinante looking like a wet dog and too self-conscious to shed his clothing despite how weak the seawater-soaked clothes clinging to his skin made him feel. he hadn't noticed that shanks and his crew had set themselves up on the beach. so it was true; shanks, despite his fearsome reputation, really did just... drink & party a lot, huh?

　　　　　　❝ you don't seem like either type. ❞

[therosepetalrps]

Belle choked on a laugh, the sound an inscrutable marriage of mirth and offense. She almost didn't bother dignifying the statement with a reply. "Well, you can put Mrs. Fletcher to the pole. See if it would change the appeal for you."

His joke had landed more softly than expected. She was starting to grow familiar with his cadence - the brazenness of his bark not quite bolstered by his bite.

She noticed his frown when their hands touched. To her, the expression read stronger of confusion than anger. But still, she wondered if she had crossed some invisible line drawn between them. She slid the pen back across the counter to him. "Go right ahead and keep it. Apparently you have computers to spare, but need to pinch pens," she teased lightly.

She spoke quickly to stay his hand when he pulled out his wallet. "No need for that. There's no cost. We'll get you a temp card today and your official one should come in the mail in a few weeks."

The printer awoke with a mechanical groan. The cardstock slowly fed into its mouth and was spat back out patterned with teacups and bespectacled bumblebees.

"We aren't exactly holding back the throngs with a red velvet rope. It's nothing I can't handle on my own," she said. "Mrs. Fletcher is getting on a bit, now, and her eyesight is hardly what it used to be. And pushing the carts and lifting big stacks of books isn't the easiest for her." She paused and added with a small smile, "But she makes a strong cup of tea and she's fine enough company when she isn't telling me I ought to iron my shirts better."

She cut out the freshly-printed temporary card with a pair of tiny scissors from the children's arts and crafts station, careful not to get ink on her fingers.

"You wouldn't fancy a cup of tea, would you?" she asked. He didn't seem a man prone to lazing away an afternoon sipping tea and nattering like an old woman, but she gave it a go anyway. The library's endless silence - which she'd never really minded before - suddenly seemed an abyss she did not want to return to. She fiddled with one chunky dial on the lamination machine. "This thing is lethargic on a good day, and we haven't had it up and running in two weeks. If you mean to wait, you might as well have a biscuit."

Devine knew women; he knew all the types, and this woman was a bit off. She was laughing, but not like she was laughing at him. It was different; it was odd, and it made him feel odd. "Nah, fuckin' dae nae good tae keep contraband in such a public establishment." He wasn't exactly a criminal, and he wasn't that fuckin' stupid. "That ye will, and what's wrong with setting up a pole?" It was a bit of a joke on his end, but the idea was running through his head.

"We can set it up in a room in the back, charge a small fee, and have ye up on the pole in that short fuckin' skirt."

He pointed below the counter as he said that with a bit of a grin. Knowing she wouldn't go for it and he wouldn't actually supply it. "I nae, I nae, computers, registers, and needful things, nae needless." Danny still had a good grasp on the pen when the woman took it from him. Her hand touching his made him glare toward it and then up at her. "I was gonae keep that." He admitted it before pushing away from the counter to step back away from the woman. 

"Ye donae want tae text me, I will nae speak about fuckin' books." He turned his back to the woman as she stepped away as well. Giving the room another glance, knowing the reason he was there wasn't. "Whatever ye deem suitable, love." Devine answered the woman back before he dug into his blazer pocket to find his wallet.

"Are ye often working on yer fuckin' own?" He knew of the old lady, but she hadn't come out the whole time he was there. "Seems like a waste."

[askinkiskarma]

➸ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪᴇᴜᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴛ!ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ

pairings: simon "ghost" riley x female!reader

a/n: i wrote this for the "praise/degradation" kinktober prompt and it could fit both jake sully and ghost so i decided to publish it for ghost. is it self-plagiarism to just copy paste it and post it for dilf!jake, too? asking for a friend

warnings: pwp under the cut (18+ mdni), pet names (doll, love, princess, kid), implied age gap, slight degradation, some praise, semi-public i guess??

wc: >400 words

ghost masterlist (x)

“Feels… so… good… fuck!”

Bouncing on your lieutenant's cock in a hidden bush after excusing yourself from target practice was not on your list of things to do today, but then again… it never was. But you just couldn’t help it, not when there he was, so fucking hot, giving orders, showing trainees how to shoot all the different guns in the army's arsenal, not when your underwear was uncomfortably sliding against your swollen folds, dripping in slick. The people will be fine practising on their own for a while, right? After all, the target was right there, all they had to do is… aim at it… right? 

“Fucking hell, kid…” Ghost's voice was gravelly and low, the thick accent mixing beautifully with the gritty groans that escaped him as you twitched around his length with every thrust that threatened to bruise your already aching cervix. It was maddening, the pace he set, the way he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards to be even deeper in your tight, soaked pussy, the need to be closer, to feel you, to fill you, ever present and ever growing.

“You look so good taking my cock. So good.” 

The best you can do in response is a faint moan, so focused on maintaining the pace he set, thoughts overflowing with how good he felt, how much it all was, how when he pulled the mask slightly upwards and captured your nipple in his mouth, sucking while circling your sensitive clit with his thumb, it all made tears prick at your eyes painfully and free flow down your face as the orgasm drew closer and closer with each passing moment. 

“Couldn’t even wait 'til the end of practice, could you? My desperate, needy slut. Always have to have all your little holes stuffed, eh?” 

HIs words always had such power to bring you to your knees, or to your orgasm, the feeling overtaking all of your senses, white noise all you were able to see and hear as he continued abusing your convulsing cunt. 

“Squeezing me so well, gonna make me cum all over this pretty pussy. But I’m not done yet, love.” 

It took no effort on his part to pull you off him and manhandle you in a new position, barely managing to hold your own weight on all fours, so spent and overwhelmed from the onslaught of sensations he was so good at eliciting in you and for you. 

“Come on, doll. Face down, ass up. Gotta make sure to fill you up until everyone on that field knows how much you like being fucked until you’re dripping from all sides.”

[saintgoths]

☾༺♰༻☽ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇʀʀʏ ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni - nasty sex. angry sex.

carlos oliveira, ellie williams, sim ghost riley, joel miller, leon kennedy, levi ackerman and will herondale.

this is for you guys helping me reach 400+ followers :)

ᴄᴀʀʟᴏꜱ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇɪʀᴀ

Hot tears trickled down your cheeks as your face had been pressed against the soft mattress, his large hand had been entangled within your locks while the rough thrusting of his hips had aided you into an eternal pleasurable tunnel, your whines mixed and embedded with his soft grunts as he angrily fucked his cock inside your tight cunt, his width twitching between your hearth while mumbling strong words of affront.

“I’m sorry,” you grumbled, your chin wet with your own shameful saliva, yourself incapable of keeping your mouth shut in response to his lewd roughness, eyes blurred with gratifying tears while the thumb of his free hand found way to the tightness of your second hole, your legs spreading further apart in sensual apathy while your boyfriend continued to rip you apart.

Finding the strength to grip your fingers into the bed sheets you had clenched your sex around his size. “I---I can’t take it!” You cried out, “Too big!”

“Shouldn’t have tried to make me jealous, princess,” he sneered, nearing his lips to your ear, “Want me to stop?” He whispered, dragging the hand that had been tied with your hair to your waist, the heaviness of his chest pressing against your back and with desperacy you had shook your head. “Just as I thought, like the slut you are,” he gritted, the thrusts of his length deepening against the softness of your pussy driving you into a delirious ecstasy.

“Yes! Yes!” You chanted, crazed feeling your orgasm heat and peak around your cunt you had moved your hand to the swollen pearl of your sex, desperately rubbing and circling your digits around your bud while you had frantically moaned against your bed sheets, your tears slowly drying against your cheeks as you respired all the animalistic thrusts your partner contacted you with, your eyes twisted shut as your high pushed through your entire body, your juices leaking on outsides of your thighs as your figure inconsistently twitched.

Over-stimulated by the quickness of his pushes, you had allowed Carlos to take care of your body, milking his warm cum against the slickness of your back. “There, there,” he whispered as your body slumped against the mattress, you felt his lips go close to your face once more. “Now, you won’t do that again?” He questioned, his voice laced with cunningness that had caused you to throw a certain look his way.

“Maybe.”

POSITIONS REFERENCE.

ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ

You knew you couldn’t stay angry at each forever, and you knew Ellie would give into you once you met her with bright deer-like eyes; she’d drag you into her small cabin and begin to kiss you, though you had still felt the irritation that had vibrated through her body, but what she hadn’t realised is that you had just been as angry as her or even more

Once your clothes had met the floor, the two of you had continued to re-discover each other’s bodies, your fingers slipping and circling places that would cause her figure to jerk, and the second you had found yourself on top of her, your swollen bud had pressed against her eager pearl, your body circling and thrusting against her slim but muscled figure, your paw finding way to wrap around her neck as your once slow motion had carried into a stronger and competitive rhythm.

“Fuck,” Ellie whined, her back deeply pressed against her mattress as she had wrapped one leg around your waist, possessively and greedily twirling her body with yours as her coloured eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body shivering in pleasure as your juices mixed with each other, the friction sending her into a crazed edge as she held back her cum, embarrassed with how quick you had made her ride to her climax. “Don’t stop!” She cried out and cocky, you had smirked at her, your other hand finding way around her neck as both of your buds humped each other.

“Not stopping anytime soon,” you lustfully smiled, tucking your bottom lip behind your teeth you breathed out a moan as you gently bounced against her swollen pearl, finding yourself wanting to squirt against her cunt you allowed yourself to orgasm against her sex, combining and fusing your nectar with her natural wetness, the view of the whiteness of your ambrosia stirred Ellie into an soaring climax, both of your cunts pulsing against each other as you both resumed to grind in sync, both faces red and covered with love-tears as you had mutually sent each other into a second climax.

With a loud sigh, you had pressed your forehead against Ellie’s, with the both of you exhausted you had rolled your body off her physique and landed beside her. “You looked so pretty fucking me like that,” Ellie worded out and confident, you had sat up with your arms, an encouraging smile embedded on your face.

“Do you still have your strap?” You asked and with a faux-offended look on her face, Ellie clicked her tongue.

“Of course, I do.”

POSITION REFERENCE

ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ 'ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ' ʀɪʟᴇʏ

“You love pissing me off, don’t you doll,” he flared, tightly wrapping his hand around the back of your knee, your arm wrapped around the back of his neck to aid you to be roughly fucked by the tall man who had possessively held you against him, you had a playful smile on your face, content on sending your husband over the edge, your eyes currently doe to his dignity and grace while your cunt had hungrily pulsed around his shaft, your lips snugged behind your teeth as you had loudly whimpered and moaned to his rough and coarse fuck.

Easily drunk off his sex, you had leaned your head backwards, your cheeks rosy and flushed with erotica as your spouse continued to pound his cock so deeply inside your tight cunt. Your closeness sending him into a beastly bawdy lust as he continued to thrust his length upwards, he commenced to tuck his lips against the skin of your neck and shoulders. “You drive me crazy,” he moaned, his dark eyes laced with romantic madness as you aided your fingers to the bud of your pussy, rotating your digits around your clit while your pussy had sweetly soaked his size.

“I love driving you insane,” you whispered before pushing yourself to his lick his tongue, both you hungrily moving towards each other, latching against each other as your mouths had quickly melded with one another, the roughness of the curve of his tip poking and licking the soft texture of your sex while he ardently guided his dick deeper your vagina whilst the heat of his impending climax heated his body, his cock twitching tightly inside of your cunt while your nectar graspingly coated his length.

“Y’know I’d do anything for you, luvie,” he whispered, his eyes potent with anger mixed with thirst. “You know I’d kill for you,” he moaned, his legs then twitching and shivering as he heavily cummed inside your cunt, his balmy semen seeping and coating against your cervix, careful to push as much of his load inside of you, the man had continued to thrust his hips upwards, your toes curling in response as your eyes watered with sex and intimacy. “You love driving me to that point.”

“I don’t know if I should hate that,” he moaned while tightening his grip around you. “Playing with my feelings like this---oh fuck!” He loudly moaned, his second orgasm pushing through, his cum filling your tight area while the bulge of his cock lightly imprinted your stomach.

Moved, you had licked your lower lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gently moved your body with his. Your competitive tastes obsessed with driving you insane, the thought of him handling others in your name had lifted you, while the friction of your fingers guided you to your peeking orgasm, you had pushed your lips against him once more. “I love you,” you moaned, your nectar sheeting around his width, mixing with his juices while you continued to squirt and cum around his cock.

“Shit—I love you too, doll,” he moaned while pulling his length out of your body, you had quickly held onto the table he had fucked you near. Dizzy with the tight and intense orgasm he had put you through, you had sneery smiled at him as you had watched him get to his knees. “Now let me lick my cum out of you.”

POSITIONS REFERENCE

ᴊᴏᴇʟ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ

The drop-off had went to shit, Tess had been missing and within your thoughts you had believed she had committed herself to another side-quest while pushing both you and Joel to stay in the current crappy apartment you had all currently inhabited; and due to this, you could tell Joel was pissed.

Well pissed off was an understatement to how the man had currently felt but you had understood that your man had wanted a relief, thus you had your second hole roughly ripped open by his girth, your anus wet with your saliva that had once coated his cock after the intense dick-sucking you had gifted the bearded man which had sent Joel to an acute orgasm.

Though, Joel was a man of stamina, he had wanted more, and now he had wrapped his arms around the back of your legs, pressing your back against his chest while fucking you ruthlessly. “Take it like the good girl you are,” he groaned, “Good girl,” he repeated and with your moans over-lapping his comments, you had thorwn your head backwards, mouth opened with un-swallowed saliva as you had attempted to live through his passionate plows.

“Fuck, you’re being so rough on me,” you cried out, snaking your hand towards your untouched pussy, the dew ample and sultry enough for you to easily slip in three fingers, the heavy over-stimulations forcing you to roll your eyes backwards as your walls gripped and twitched around your fingers and his cock.

“Keep doing that imma cum,” he gritted, his voice hoarse as his length began to throb inside your anus while he continued to aid you to bounce on his dick, you could feel your cunt want to spit with your juices.

“More,” you had whined, “I want to feel your hot cum inside of me,” you whimpered while bucking your hips forwards in autopilot. “I want it!” You moaned and satisfied by Joel’s quick turning point, the heat of his load painted and capped your walls just in time before Tess’s knocks echoed on the front door. “Shit,” you had muttered ere slipping yourself off his length, you could then hear Joel scramble onto his feet to pick up his thrown garments.

POSITIONS REFERENCE

ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ

As much as you had been stubborn, you had known you always became somewhat of a tramp of Leon’s whenever he had wanted you, you the woman who had loved playing games and as much as you had told each other you were just co-workers, every second away from each other he had lusted for you, yearned for your wetness and touch

Though, as much as he had told himself he wasn’t a jealous man, the view of you being touched by someone else had driven him crazy to the point that, he had set up a faux meeting that had involved just the two of you, you on the other hand had thought you’d meet the rest of the members so when you had entered the meeting room to be met with an upset, Leon, you had taken the imitative to wonder what he had up his sleeve, and what had been the commodity up the fabric had involved the two of you naked.

Carried by his strong arms as he aided you to bounce up and down his thick and long shaft, involved you moaning shamelessly against his ear while your wet hearth had squeezed and throbbed around his size whilst his fingers gripped into the skin of your buttocks, you had felt the curve of his thick tip lick and press the softness of your cunt. “That’s it, baby!” You moaned, the high erotic sting pushing you into a lustful end while you had felt his soft lips press against the skin of your neck.

“Like that?” He reassured biting his lips. “Feel so good, so fucking wet---uh!” He moaned out, his size endlessly throbbing and solid between your warmth, “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking early!” He cried out, his legs weakly shaking as he could feel his cum want to spill and seep and paint the inside of your walls, but just as adamant as you, he had kept in his semen while roughly handling your cunt with his length, the curve of his cock brushing against your heat and pulling you into an obsessive cock-drunk state.

“Yes! Yes!” You moaned, your ambrosia reaching and peeking to its end and sheeting and finishing around his size that had resumed to buck upwards, greedy and hasty to find its own climax, Leon’s eyes dark with lust, he clenched his teeth, finding his strength to bounce your body upwards as he began to milk his cum inside of your body.

Relieved, he had pressed your body against the wall, lifting your figure off his dick as he watched the mixed liquid of both yours and his cum fall out of your body. “So beautiful,” he hummed before taking your mouth with his, deepening the dual passionate affection the two you both proudly and stubbornly shared for each other.

POSITION REFERENCE

ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

With the vibrating of the toy that he had pushed inside your cunt working its way within you, Levi had lost himself with fucking his cock deep inside your anus, his thick size hastily humping backwards and forwards while the Ackerman had possessively wrapped his firm hands around your waist. With your mouth opened, you had looked back at him, your mouth wide as he continued to fuck you into his bed.

With the sounds of the slapping off his balls hitting your ass, you had watched his steel-like eyes examine how intoxicated you had looked by the help of his length. Teasingly, you had squeezed your hole around his dick, over-stimulated with the buzzing off the toy that hummed against your pearl, instigating you to roll your eyes back whilst you had felt his other hand snake around your throat, possessively pulling you closer against him. “Don’t hold it in---I want everyone to know you’re being fucked by me,” he growled and with his permission your mouth had opened wider, your high-pitched moans vibrating off the walls as the pounding sounds of the bedframe had continued to hit against the wooden walls.

“Oh—Captain!” You wailed, “you’re so deep inside of me, feel so---good---ah!” You moaned, feeling a wave of orgasm wash through you, the bustling of the small toy hopping harder against your overwhelmed clit, your body falling numb within his grasp as he continued to pummel his cock down your ass, his swollen sac pelting against the skin off your ass cheeks while the wetness of both of your sweats continued to meld with each other.

“Moan for me like that, brat---let them know!” He grumbled, “ass so fucking tight around me---brat---oh fuck!” He sobbed, his body shaking as his cock began to shoot out his load, his warm semen piling and filling inside of you, helping him move his body faster between you, his fingers leaving bruises against your skin as he had trouble with pulling his cock out, and when he did the rest of his load spilt against your back, leaving you shaking against the bed.

Your ass still up, you could feel Levi press his lips against your anus before giving it a long lick, cleaning up his mess, sucking and whipping your ass with his mouth and tongue before moving it down your clit, helping your toy send you through another intense and addictive orgasm.

POSITION REFERENCE ONE

POSITION REFERENCE TWO

ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀᴏɴᴅᴀʟᴇ

It must’ve been another run in by Gabriel Lightwood, Will was usually someone who won over his disputes, but this time, the Lightwood must’ve hit a sore spot which had Will knocking on your door when everyone was asleep, he was in one of his rare moments, silent, but there had been a look on his face that had granted him access to your room.

He must’ve taken a walk, a walk in the rain in fact, his dark curly hair had been stuck against his skin such as his shirt had clung against his body, without an utter, the boy had already been unbuttoning his shirt while you had closed the door behind the two of you, though, you had not wanted to do anything with him, not without having him speaking first, so you had leaned against your wall. Arms crossed and eyes with slight judgement. “What happened?” You asked as you had watched him peel off his white garment.

With a quick glance you had watched him throw his shirt against the floor, in thought that you would follow after but you hadn’t. Earning a short piercing look from his ocean eyes and as you had returned with a darker glare, you had tightened your grip around yourself. “I’m not going to take off my clothes and lay with you because you want to.”

“You normally do.”

With your eyebrows furrowed you had ended up clicking your tongue in disapproval. “You’re such a dick.”

“I just need you,” he breathed out. “Gabriel---he…he spoke about you---” without allowing him to say another word, you had grasped his face, melding your lips with his while tucking your hand beneath his trousers.

“This will be the last time you come into my room expecting me to fuck you this easily, understand?” You questioned and with a soft nod, the both of you had continued to passionately embrace each other, mouth tight and swollen by your heated combination, while the two of you aided each other to take off each other’s clothes, naked under the long moonlight that had gently seeped through the curtains.

Will, strong and fast had pushed you against the bed, using you to get into the position he had wanted you to be in the second he had left the drawing room he had once shared with Gabriel, his eyes currently furious with lust, the stiff cock of his had gently stroked against the skin of your cunt, the wetness of your hearth easily welcoming him inside of you, the soft yet fiery friction had commenced a moan from both of your mouths, thus you had abruptly squeezed around him as his arm had welcomed around the back of your knee, aiding himself to dive and thrust deeper inside of your cunt.

“Oh fuck,” Will moaned, “fit so well for me,” he moaned as he quickened his pace with his thrusts, each plow filled with anger and erotica and each thrust quicker and rougher than before, leaning your head back in auto-pilot while your moans resumed to sing in his room, aware to feel the embarrassment and walk of shame that would occur the next day, you helped yourself to grind your body against, the tip of his cock circling and embracing the softness of your sex while your juices heavily capped and painted his shaft, his length then slipping in and out carrying him to his orgasm. “Oh [Y/N]!” He cried in adoration, his swollen sac releasing his climax inside of you, his grunts mixing with your high-pitched moans as he continued to move his body forwards.

Your body ridden stiff as you could sense your own climax attempt to spill against your mattress, your eyes locked with his, signalling your turning point, lustful to his encouraging look that had influenced the peak to your capstone, and thus you had relieved yourself, your amrita glazing and layering around his girth and once you had been done, you had rested your body against Will’s, an embarrassed and breathy laughed emitting from the back of your throat as you could feel Will leave your body.

“Charlotte is so going to be mad tomorrow,” you laughed.

POSITION REFERENCE

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[is-your-blorbo-neurodivergent]

is he autistic?

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reason: Firstly, he only eats like, two foods (burgers and pie and *occasionally* things adjacent to those) for the entire show, which is to say, he only eats like two foods for fifteen years straight. The fact that he's repulsed by certain foods (mostly vegetables) is something that is brought up multiple times, and while it's usually played off as a joke that he's picky or "childish" about his food, it's still canon.

Secondly, he is canonically very intense about his interests, to the point where they seem like special interests. Actual quote from season 14 episode 20, said by Sam: "You're always calling me a geek, but you know every word to every Led Zeppelin song backwards and forwards. You can discuss in detail every major rock drummer between '67 and '84."

Thirdly, he has very strange speech patterns, most notably his tendency to, in almost every conversation he has, make a reference to something pop-culture related, a movie he likes, pretty much anything he can make a reference to. Most people around him do not understand these references and/or find them annoying, but for whatever reason (autism), they are a consistent part of his lexicon.

I need you to know that this was originally over 400 words long. I had to omit some details to make it a reasonable length. That's how autistic this guy is.

submitted by @kubb-is-a-swedish-lawn-game

[itadoring]

The 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 clan is one of the best known and most important in Japan thanks to its prodigy born with skills never seen in the last 400 years.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼, a man in his late twenties, nonchalant about the rules and etiquettes of head clan life, full of ego and hardly ever heeds the words of his clan elders.

The first and last exception was when they started insisting on an heir. Why shouldn't the lineage continue? Who said there was no chance that the unborn child would bring more surprises than its father?

And here you are: lying on the futon, naked with the tall, muscular body of your husband by name and law above you, him busy watching the difference between your small pussy hole wet from your own hormones and his fat cock head.

Apparently even after he has put his fingers inside it to stretch out your cunt, he is unable to make penetration less painful.

His blue eyes pass over you who, embarrassed, turn your head to the side preventing eye contact.

“ I'm sure you'll get it all in.” even though you can't see it, you can tell from his voice that he has a smirk plastered on his face full of pride.

His long, slender fingers caress the skin on the inside of your thighs until they reach the back of your knees and lift your legs to your upper body.

When your knees come into contact with your breasts, a small gasp leaves your lips. 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 has put little effort into making your breasts swell from too much stimulation; the same for your nipples: if one is sucked into his mouth, the other is held by his expert fingers.

A frown makes its way onto 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's face and he tilts his head.

“ If it hurts stop me.” you nod and he lightly presses the tip of his cock against your opening.

He moves his pelvis against yours and slowly his length begins to enter you.

You hold your breath for fear of feeling more pain and 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 noticing your expression, he leans his torso forward and leaves sloopy kisses on your face, your neck and your bare shoulders as he repeats how good you are at taking it all in.

His snowy white hair involuntarily tickles your sensitive spots as he gives you attention you never thought you would receive.

Your cunt tightens around him as he begins to thrust at a slow pace until you reach your first orgasm, allowing 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 to speed up thanks to the excessive wetness.

The room echoes with your moans and he spreads your legs wider, continuing to pound into your now swollen cunt.

His thick and heavy cum comes out filling you to the brim but the head clan doesn't stop and continues as he doesn't even seem to be struggling.

What 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 wants is to return home and find the vision of two children playing around you, one in your arms and another growing inside your belly.

There is no better way to show his worth as a man and, above all, as the head clan of the 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 family.

[mammonsrockstargf]

PAPERWORK

contents: lucifer x gn!reader, oral (m!recieving), praise, pet names (love, little lamb), you call lucifer "sir" twice, edited repost wordcount: 1k alba's note: went to proofread this and accidentally added 400 words, pffff.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOCKS DO NOT INTERACT

Lucifer will occasionally let you suck him off while he “does his paperwork”.

You’ll knock on the door to the secret study and lean against the doorframe as you pout, asking him to come to bed. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I’m sorry, love, I have too much paperwork.”

He sighs for the second time, and you walk over to him, getting on your knees in front of where he’s sitting in the chair, putting your hands on his thighs. You run them up and down, sending him an innocent smile as you palm his crotch, feeling his dick twitch to life.

“Let me make you feel good then, sir,” you purr.

You both know you're playing cat and mouse. It's merely foreplay, an act. Lucifer will pretend that he's holding back. That he really has to do this paperwork, that he's still the dutiful Avatar of Pride, who upholds his reputation more than anything. He'll pretend that you're the sinful one for trying to get him to put down his work.

And you'll let him. Play into his fantasy of the coaxing siren, the cunning fox. Telling him to get in the water with you. To indulge in another sin than pride, just this once.

You rest your cheek on his thigh, looking up at him through your lashes, and he sighs for a third time, his cock now uncomfortably straining in his pants. He lets you unzip them slowly, pulling out his length. Lucifer’s big, and you think he's so pretty, with a flushed pink tip that’s already leaking precum and a noticeable vein that runs along the side. A vein that you're already well acquainted with, having had it drag along your walls countless times.

Even if Lucifer pretends to still look at his paperwork, his body betrays him easily. Pretty cock twitching in your hand, drooling and flushing for your attention. You hum in satisfaction, already feeling a throb in your core.

You shuffle closer, resting on your knees between his thighs, and wait for permission, looking up at him with your pretty doe eyes, but Lucifer was already putty in your hands the second you walked in wearing those dangerously short sleeping shorts. He runs his hand through your hair and pulls you closer to the tip of his cock.

“Come on then, little lamb, show me how eager you are.”

You don’t waste a second, opening your mouth and swirling your tongue around his tip. He groans, and the grip on your hair tightens as he takes full control of your movements and guides you down his length, till his pubes are tickling your nose.

You breathe in his musky scent through your nostrils and relax your throat as best you can, tears welling in your eyes while you maintain eye contact.

“Little lamb, taking it so well,” he praises, and you begin bopping your head up and down his length, slightly choking whenever he hits the back of your throat.

He leans his head back and watches you through lidded eyes, revelling in how tight and wet your perfect little mouth is, how fucking lewd you look as your lips stretch around his girth. Only you can make him feel like this, make him let go like this, even if it's still within the comfort of his office, hidden from the outside world.

Tears are running down your cheeks now as you bop your head more diligently, and you can feel your drool running down your chin. His nails scratch your scalp, and you whimper around his length, causing a shudder to run through him. You're still looking up at him with pleading eyes. Begging him to praise you, to let you know how good he feels. You can't deny that you live for Lucifer's praise, for the rare moments when he lets down his guard and tells you those pretty words that you long to hear.

“Haah, gonna cum inside this tight little mouth,” he groans, and you moan again, looking up at him with begging eyes. The corners of his lips turn upward, and he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, while he lets out laboured breaths.

“Oh, would you like that, love? Want me to come down your throat?” He asks, and you hum around his cock, sucking him off as best you can, running your tongue along his sensitive vein. Your fingers dig into his thighs, your nails scraping along his pants, and Lucifer feels the tight coil snap in his abdomen as he comes, keeping your head still on his cock, hitting the back of your throat and shooting satiny ropes of hot liquid into your mouth.

He resists the urge to close his eyes in pleasure, instead opting to watch you choke around his girth and struggle to swallow. He can't deny how beautiful you look in this moment, your eyes glazed over and your cheeks flushed and stained with tears.

He holds you there for a while, with your nose pressed against his pelvis, as you swallow everything as best you can. When he finally pulls you off, spit and cum are glistening on your lips and chin, and he chuckles lightly, wiping it with his thumb while you catch your breath. You send him a proud smile before showing him your tongue, proving that you swallowed most of it.

"Look at you, my love, swallowing me so well," he grins, satisfaction pooling in his gut. You smile at the praise, stroking his thighs, still high on the feeling of having the Avatar of Pride right in your palm.

"Thank you, sir," you politely reply, voice coming out hoarse, making Lucifer's dick twitch again. Your smile only widens at this, the throbbing in your core intensifying at the knowledge of what's to come.

Lucifer sucks his thumb clean, and you whine slightly at the sight before coming up and pressing your lips to his. You kiss him eagerly, and he groans at the taste of his cum on your lips.

When you pull away, you’re still giving him that pleading look.

“Come to bed, please, Luci, I need you,” you ask.

And who is Lucifer to reject his needy little human?

thank you for reading!

@eaatmyheaart to satisfy your lucifer cravings <3

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[littlejuicebox]

The wish spell worked.

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader/Tav

Summary/Setting: 10 years post BG3. Follows my HC for spawn Astarion arc. See my other fics for more information, but otherwise the title speaks for itself. :)

Rating/Warnings: PG / allusions to sexual behaviors / fluff / in-game spoilers / lightest bit of angst if you squint but not really / this is self-indulgent af and idc / so sweet it will rot your teeth

Word Count: 2.2 K

A/N: HAPPY 400 FOLLOWERS POST! Thank you to everyone who likes my stories and provides encouragement. I love you all! I originally wanted to post this as a New Years Eve/Day special, but I couldn't get it quite right by then. After several reiterations, this is what we finally have! Hope it was worth the wait and multiple edits for you guys! :)

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If anyone had told Astarion Ancunin a decade ago that he would one day hold Gale Dekarios on a pedestal nearly as high as the one on which he held his darling Tav, the immortal elf might have actually died from laughter. The strange irony and wicked life lessons of fate were not lost on the retired rogue. Unbelievably and annoyingly, Astarion eventually found himself indebted to the wizard in a way he could never repay. 

The wish spell worked.

It had taken years for Gale to feel absolutely ready to cast the spell. Astarion waited — exasperated, impatient, and impetuous — for what felt like the longest ten years of his ageless lifetime to be given the gift of mortality. 

More than once, in the pale elf’s tearful fits of frustration, he accused the wizard of intentionally stringing him along or simply not having the skills to perform such a spell and not wanting to admit it. More than once, you had to calmly remind your husband of the great lengths Gale had gone to find information regarding the act and the even greater risk to both the vampire and the wizard if the spell was not cast perfectly and mindfully. 

It had been a long decade, waiting for that impossible possibility, but the wait had been more than worth it.

Just over ten years after you met that silver-haired rake on the beach, Astarion was miraculously returned to his living, breathing, heart beating, mortal elven form. Surprisingly, not much changed about his appearance. Most notably, his eyes turned a gold-flecked green, and his complexion took on a constant soft pink undertone, permanently tinged by the circulation of his own blood by his own heart. That beautiful undertone caused a delightful blush to creep across his cheeks and ears whenever you teased or aroused him, and you took an even more significant liking to both these behaviors, just to watch that gorgeous rosiness creep across his skin. 

And while you dearly loved that blush, your favorite part of the change had certainly been the steady beating of his heart. You would rest your head on your lover’s chest for hours to savor the sound if he let you, wrapped tightly in the new found warmth of his long limbs.

While you became obsessed with Astarion’s steadily thrumming heart, he’d become obsessed with his reflection. As soon as he’d been able to see himself, your husband had taken to having you sit on his lap while you primped and preened. He would stare into the looking glass with you for long lengths of time, his limbs coiled around your waist and chin often resting on your shoulder as he studied the mirror with a besotted, hazy smile on his face. 

After a few weeks of this, you finally asked your silver-haired husband why he seemed positively obsessed with this new behavior. Astarion’s response had floored you.

“Darling, in my over 200 years, I never imagined I would have a love of my own, nor did I ever imagine what we would look like together. I couldn’t have envisioned such a thing even if I thought it a possibility or wanted to. I simply couldn’t envision myself at all. But now seeing it? I want to commit everything to memory exactly as it is… because it’s the most precious vision in the world to me.”

And really how else could you respond to that apart from kissing your sappy, bleeding heart of a husband and allowing him to continue the practice?

Of course, the two of you behaving as innocent love birds hadn’t been the only thing Astarion wanted to see in the mirror. On more than one occasion, he’d easily charmed you into the throes of passion in perfect view of a reflective surface. Your husband’s darker, more carnal half had become obsessed with watching you two in the act and it certainly thrilled you to know he was trying to commit those sensual sights to memory. You were quite happy to oblige. 

As such, you’d soon found yourself carrying the byproduct of one of your many erotic couplings.

“That was a big one.” Astarion murmurs, and you see a smile creeping across the reflection of his face in the mirror as he glances down and runs his long fingers across the swell of your abdomen. His arms are looped around you as you sit front of the vanity mirror, placing the final touches on your appearance. 

You agree with a gentle hum, moving a hand to your pregnant belly and rubbing circles on the stretch of skin, hoping to calm the young life stirring within. You coo softly to the rolling babe as you finish your primping, “Surely you aren’t thinking about breaking out of there yet, my little love. You have a few more months to go.”

Astarion’s now-warm hands cover yours as the little one seems to do somersaults in response to your voice, causing you to wince slightly as they jolt against your ribs. He presses a tender kiss into your shoulder and chuckles, “This one is strong like their mother and impatient like their father… we may be in for a spot of trouble in a few years, my love.”

You laugh in response as you stand with a pitiable amount of effort and quite a bit of assistance from the supportive arm of your husband. “I believe you’re right… but surely we’ve taken on scarier and more difficult things than a stubborn babe.”

Astarion hums in agreement before pressing a kiss to your swollen stomach, which is hovering just in front of him now, “Surely, darling. Now let us all go say hi to Uncle and Auntie Ravengard. I’m positively famished.”

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You are almost out of breath as you walk the final steps toward the entry of the Duke’s home. Astarion had practically begged you to take the carriage all the way through Wyll’s estate, but you waved him off, adamant that a bit light exercise would be good for the baby. The walkway was fully paved, how hard could it be?

As it turned out, you’d severely overestimated your abilities. Though it was just under a quarter mile to the front doors of the manor when you’d decided to exit the carriage, you were no longer the young, lithe woman that traversed the wilds with a petulant vampire a decade ago. The weight of your belly slowed you down more than you would admit. Astarion implored you, more than once and with growing concern and exasperation, to return to carriage. You refused each time, forcing the driver to follow behind at a snail’s pace.

“Gods, I hope this child does not take on your stubborn streak. I will be constantly overrun in my own home.” Astarion huffs, dabbing at the few beads of sweat on your brow with a silken handkerchief as he helps you climb the small flight of stairs at the entryway of Wyll’s home. He rolls his eyes as you laugh, breathlessly, and lean into him for support as he presses a kiss at the meeting point between your cheek and ear. “But, my sweet, as much as I would have preferred we stayed in the coach, you know I adore the way you look with your cheeks all flushed after a bit of… exertion.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes at your husband as he traces his hand over your flushed cheek, his expression practically brimming with desire. The flush on the tips of his ears is a telltale sign of his salacious thoughts. If he had it his way, he’d be dragging you into the carriage right there for a quickie. But, he knew you two were nearly running late for dinner with the Duke and forced himself to push all desires aside. For now.

Wyll and his beautiful wife, Euphemia, greet you with a flurry of excitement and hugs. Their two twin toddlers run around in the entryway, a nursemaid trailing behind them.

Wyll wears a kind, soft smile as he addresses the both of you, “Dinner should be just about ready… shall we make our way there? I hope you two don’t mind. We are having work done in the dining room — my beautiful flower insisted upon remodeling — so dinner will have to be served in the Great Hall.”

As the four of you head towards the larger of the two dining areas in the Duke’s estate, Astarion wraps his arm around your waist and runs his hand along the side of your nearly bursting belly once again. There is a subtle pause at the doors of the Great Hall, and your husband’s eyebrows crinkle in a silent question before you gently press a kiss into his cheek and whisper, “Happy Rebirth Day, my love.”

Today marked one year since Gale successfully cast the Wish Spell. 

The oak doors burst open to reveal the faces of everyone you hold dear, all of them shouting, “Surprise!” in unison. Wyll and Euphemia are laughing with delight as the four of you enter the room. Astarion is obviously shocked and overwhelmed as he takes the scene in, but a toothy smile is plastered across his face nonetheless. The elf could not believe that the significance of the date had slipped his mind, nor could he believe that you all went through such great lengths to plan a spectacle on his behalf. 

Everyone showered your husband with a plethora of well-wishes and congratulations. The food was heavenly, and the silver-haired elf dined to his heart’s content. Just as Astarion loved to watch you both in the mirror, you adored seeing him eat and savor real food. You’d pursued cooking as a new hobby in the past few months, just to watch the delight on his face as he tasted any number of delectable things you placed in front of him.

“Have you thought of any names for the baby?” Karlach asks through a mouthful of food as she continues to tear into the lamb shank in front of her.

You smile knowingly. This topic has piqued everyone’s interest and they all turn their gazes in your direction, “Yes, actually… Astarion picked it out. It works well for a boy or a girl, and I think it’s an excellent choice.”

The elf smiles shyly, that subtle flush of his cheeks and ears crawling across his face as you turn your gaze to him and urge him on, “Go on, my love, and tell them the gorgeous name you picked.”

“I… I decided we should name the baby Gale.” Astarion reveals, his hand immediately moving to graze against your swollen stomach as he meets the flabbergasted expression of the wizard sitting across the table with a round-eyed, nervous gaze, “If… that’s okay by you.”

Gale coughs in surprise, nearly choking on the wine he’d just sipped from a goblet. For a moment, you watch as he blinks away tears. You are beginning to truly believe he might leap across the table and tackle your husband in a hug when he rapidly nods instead.

The wizard’s voice cracks with emotion as he speaks, “Y-yes. Thank you, Astarion. That is such an honor.”

Ten years of friendship between two men that once seemed entirely at odds with one another, honored by a namesake given to a precious babe. Fate was a truly remarkable thing.

“It’s an honor you are quite deserving of, Gale.” You respond, reaching your hand across the table to give the wizard’s hand an affectionate squeeze. “May our child have just as much heart, wit, and skill as their namesake. We will be truly blessed.”

A cake with candles is brought about at the end of the meal and placed in front of Astarion as everyone sings an off-key birthday tune. While your husband always seemed to thrive on being held at the center of attention, you noticed with a bit of amusement that his ears and cheeks were flushed pink as everyone focused their eyes upon him. 

While the others continue to sing, you lean closer to your husband and whisper, “I know we will never surpass the wish you made last time, my Star. But go on and make one anyway.”

Astarion’s gaze roams around the room, taking in all the friends he collected this past decade. Then he turns to you and grins, pausing to etch every bit of this moment into his memory before closing his eyes and blowing the candles out to a cacophony of inebriated cheers and whoops.

The elf wished for the only thing he could: a healthy child and a long life with his little love. Fate had already gifted him with more than he could have imagined for himself back in those dark, dank dungeons he once called home. Astarion found himself in want of nothing but the health and happiness of the woman beside him and the safety of their offspring. 

Though he knew it was another selfish ask, and he’d been blessed far more than he had ever expected, Astarion prayed to the gods that he once never thought would answer to grant him this last wish. And just in case they did not hear him the first time, he would be sure to make the same wish every year, until his very last. 

[thenickgirl]

Need more sub nick blurbs more then i need air ngl

type: blurb ✩ genre: smut ✩ pov: reader’s ✩ word count: 400

warnings: swearing, anal sex, riding, choking, slight degradation, use of the *looks around nervously and whispers* D word, sub!nick x softdom!reader

a/n: good evening, whores (affectionate)! this is just something light, since i’ve been depriving everyone, my apologies lol. writing this kinda gave me a little motivation, so maybe i can finally finish some other fics i had planned as well. anyways, happy reading! ✩

‘Oh, like SWV

I like, sexin’ in the backseat’

“Mm such a good boy for me, you love riding this cock, don’t you?” you say with your boyfriend straddled on your lap, as he bounces hard on your length. Your moans fill the interior of your vehicle as the window fog. Your bodies are sticky and covered in sweat from the heat, the sound of his thighs slapping against yours turning you on even more.

“Nghhh, yes, feels so fucking good,” Nick moans, throwing his head back as he begin to switch the pace, rolling his hips back and forth against you, making you groan.

“You look so pretty like this” you whisper, your hands trailing up his abdomen to his chest, making their way up to his neck. He grins, knowing what’s next, as your fingers wrap around his throat. “Such a naughty boy, aren’t you? Wanting to be choked like a little slut,” you tease, and he only whines in response.

“Good boys ask for what they want,” you say with a smirk.

“I’m a good boy, please, c-choke me please,” Nick begs desperately, his hips rolling in a circular motion against you.

His desperate pleas stir you on more, as you tighten your grip on his neck. Your other hand on his hip as you fuck up into him, and his eyes roll back in pleasure.

As you quicken your pace, he grabs onto the seat behind you for leverage, the car rocking as you fuck him harder. “Ohh fuck, yes daddy, just like that mmph,” the brunette’s moans grow louder as you fuck him to no end.

“Shit, baby, you feel fucking amazing,” you groan, taking your hand from his throat, and wrapping it around his shaft, stroking slowly.

He grabs your face, kissing you hungrily, moaning into your mouth. Your bodies move together in a perfect rhythm as you both reach your peaks.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gasps, “please let me cum,” he whines desperately in your ear, as he buries his face into your neck, nipping at your shoulder.

“God, I love it when you beg,” you groan in response, still stroking him, but picking up your pace, and he cums all over your chest, his body shuddering. You cum inside of him shortly after, letting out a shaky breath as you place soft kisses on his cheek.

“Woah,” you mumble breathlessly, and you both chuckle, holding each other as you come down from your high.

✎ signed,

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 ✩

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[gilverrwrites]

Had To Be You

Jason Todd/Reader, 400 words Kinktober entry 1: Loss of virginity Warnings: None Requested by: Anonymous Happy Kinktober everybody! MUWAH

Theres something so indulgently gratifying about being the only person to have seen him this way. Big bad Jason Todd, putty in your hands. Pupils blown out, muscles taut and shaking, voice broken as you steadily slide your pussy around his thick cock.

“Fuuuuccckk. That’s it, baby.” You coo, gently scratching soft circles into his scalp, admiring his slackened jaw and reddened cheeks as you coach him through it. Your tight walls convulse and squeeze around him as you bottom out and all of sudden he releases his grip on the mattress in favour of grasping your hips with shaking hands, holding onto you for dear life as he mindlessly ruts up into you. “Shit, Jay. You like that?”

He laughs coyly in response, sitting up from the headboard so that you’re chest to chest. His hot breath brushes your pert nipples as he nuzzles into you. Moisture trickles from his lips, wetting your surging chest as he continues to clumsily thrust into you from beneath.

“Yes!” He answers between gritted teeth, tilting his head back to watch your bouncing form. Once you find proper footing, you begin to ride him, matching his wild rhythm as best you can until you win out and set an even pace that has him boneless in seconds. “C-can I tell you something?”

His question takes you by surprise, but his scrambled voice is so heady and full of awe. When you tilt down to lock your lips with his, he mews into your open mouth, and you soak in his bliss. The pressure of his nails in your ass stings, he’s holding you like you’ll disappear if he lets go, like he’ll never get enough of you.

A line of spit connects your mouths as you pull back, snapping when you nod at him. “Always. Anything. Whatever you want Jason.”

You hadn’t thought it possible, but his face grows hotter, practically glowing as he bites his lip, searching for the words in his sex-dazed mind. You feel mean, dropping your weight on him and engulfing his full length until it hits your cervix just as he seems to find comprehension. He curses you as his head rolls back, but eventually he finds himself again, coming back with a vengeance to kiss and suck at the delicate skin of your throat, peppering you with his affections, working his way up your throat until his lips ghost your own.

It's your turn to squirm and shudder, loosing yourself on his cock under the heat of his darkened gaze. When he makes his confession, his voice is thick with reverence. “I always wanted it to be you.”  

Disclaimer: The whole concept of viginity is a weird, and if you've yet to have sex, please don't allow that to make you feel in anyway negative about yourself.

[hazelfoureyes]

Lazy Mornings

400 words of nonsense smut because I’m incapable of denying @fraugwinska anything

It was a routine of sorts. Alastor woke up, found the paper at his door, opened the curtains, hung up his pajama shirt, and settled back into bed. He made sure the pillows were stacked well enough to keep him up and comfortable.

And then Lucifer would wake up, hands slithering under the covers until he found the edges of Alastor’s silk pajama pants. He’d drag himself over, hair messy and eyes still half shut.

His fingers would rub through the soft fabric, waking up the rest of the radio demon. 

Alastor would check the news, keep up to date with what overlord was taking what territory, as Luci’s mouth peppered his cock with little licks. His own hands working to open himself up to receive his first meal of the day. 

Clawed hands would grip the paper and hiss, feeling his majesty’s painfully tight hole squeezing down his length as Luci descended.

It was what he was good at, after all. Falling.

“Are you one of those mostly powerless figureheads?” Alastor shook out the paper to keep it stiff. “If not, you should be embarrassed, the demonic economy is in shambles.”

Luci’s hands were pressing on Alastor’s stomach, head hanging as he worked himself up and down. Alastor was so hot, molten metal pushing his body open. His cock jumped with every thrust, wagging like a telltale tail. 

“Makes sense, the monarch just makes ducks all day…” Alastor sighed, Luci quickening.

His paper fluttered, little groans slipping into heavy moans and blowing at the newspaper.

A chorus of ‘fucks’ panted out as Lucifer’s hand stroked himself, long and quick from base to head.

“Gonna cum,” His hips began to falter, rhythm breaking down as his focus shifted to his orgasm.

"Oh, look at that, they increased prices on gas again.” 

Lucifer cried, “Too much,” the overstimulation between his hand and the deep press Alastor’s cock was making on his prostate rolling his eyes back.

"I know, it's a crime, really!" He licked a finger tip to turn the page.

With a little squeak of a cry, Lucifer’s body stilled. His hand kept its pace, drawing out the thick cum spilling over his knuckles and onto Alastor’s stomach. 

Alastor winced, the grip painful as Luci’s hole spasmed with the emptying of his balls. Lucifer fell over onto his side, slipping off Alastor and rolling onto his back. The paper was folded down, “Good morning to you too, dear.” He patted his monarch’s head, hair slightly damp with sweat, “Now, clean me up, your majesty.”

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[askinkiskarma]

➸ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛ!ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴘɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴇᴛ

pairings: simon "ghost" riley x female!reader

a/n: the way these masked men have taken over my life in the last like 48 hour is unhinged, and so here i am, trying my hand at a quick ghost smut drabble. enjoy x there's definitely gonna be more lol

warnings: pwp under the cut (18+ mdni), pet names (doll), daddy kink.

wc: >400 words

“C’mon, doll, you’re not even supposed to be here.” 

“But Ghost… this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.” You pout while undoing his pants, revealing his thick hard cock, throbbing in your hand as you pump him slowly, struggling to make your fingers meet. It was rushed and unceremonious, but you didn't care. You needed him, now. Wanted him, now. You straddle him, positioning his tip at your soaking entrance. You’ve wanted this forever, needed to fuck him in the pilot’s chair, needed to know he could take you anywhere and everywhere, over and over, until you were blissfully spent - the more inappropriate a location, the better. 

“Right… where… i’m… supposed… to… be.”

You moan as you lower yourself on him, taking him inch by inch, feeling so impossibly full, your head was empty of any thoughts outside of him. He can't help himself, no matter how hard he tries, bucking his hips upwards so he sinks deeper in you, groaning as he pushed his head back into the chair. You feel so good for him, so good around him, your tight little cunt milking him perfectly.

“Fuck, love! Gon’ kill me one day.” 

You smirk as you start moving up and down his length, each attempt easier than the last, your pussy stretching perfectly to take him in, the abundant slick running down your thighs and onto his balls making the movement easy and so, so delicious. It wasn't long until the feel of you drove him to the brink of insanity, as it always tended to, not long before his big hands found your hips and tightened their grip on you as he pulled you deeper and deeper onto him, not long before he was lifting you up like a little weightless doll until he was almost entirely out of you, before slamming back into you balls-deep. The pace he set was ruthless, necessary, the hurt of the control wheel digging in your back doing nothing but egging you on, the pain heightening the overwhelming pleasure as you edged closer to your much-needed orgasm.

"That's right, doll. Can feel ya squeezing me. Let me feel you come on daddy's cock."

It never took anything more than an order from his mouth to push you over the edge, the orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave, making drawn-out mewls escape your lips as he ruthlessly fucked into you, burying his head in your neck, trying to hide the way he couldn't contain the sounds that being inside of you made him spew out.

"Fu-ck! Gonna fill you up. Daddy needs to come inside his pretty princess."

You would never say no to being marked by Ghost. Never say no to having his cum dripping out of you for days to come, knowing, in this way, you were his, and only his.

[caramelcleopatraa]

Praise

Roman x Reader ! 400+ words ! Day 5

x: I caught up! 🥳 this is also a part two to Day 4

Several minutes have passed. You had been taken to the living room, the couch, the office, and now the kitchen, with your leg hiked up on the marble island countertop. He had a powerful grip on your hips, moving you ever so slightly in his dick while pounding you into stupidity.

“You’re doing so good, baby. I'm so proud of you. Taking that dick so well.”

Your thin clothing got discarded as the night went on. Your thong was discarded first at the couch, and your bra was left in the office. Forgotten for the time being. But the stocking stayed on. Those were his absolute favorite.

“My baby got all dressed up for me, and now she’s letting me fuck her on the kitchen counter.” He huffs through his sentence, words interrupted by ragged breaths. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, y’know that- hmph.. fuck.” 

Your mouth is slightly parted as you moan out all types of erotic sounds, words and sentences. Your nails scratch the smooth countertop, feeling the push and pull of every thrust. 

“It’s all yours baby, This dick all yours.”

You knew that you would end up like this when you showed him the lingerie, but you didn’t know he’d give you a house tour of the first floor. Fucking you in every position suited for that specific room. And you weren’t complaining. 

“This pussy so good, just wanna keep fucking you.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it when he got like this. Damn near feral. All about you. That shit was your kryptonite, and it was about to make you cum for the fourth time. 

“I need you to cum til there's nothing left. Lemme feel cum all over my dick.”

He loved to encourage you and push you beyond your limits. And he knew that his voice and his words will have you acting out everytime. He could keep you up all night because of the way that he would tell you to cum.

“Please cum for me, all over my mouth. Make a mess. I know you can do it, baby.”

“Keep going. Keep cummin, don’t stop, Yes~ pretty girl, just like that.”

“Show me how good you feel. Let me see how hard I make you cum, baby. Unghh~ God baby, you’re so good to me.”

You let yourself collapse on the counter, feeling every rush of pleasure that ran through your body as you made a mess all over him and the floor. You covered your mouth to muffle your screams, but that didn’t last long as he snatched your hand behind your back. His shallow pumps were making your orgasm forever. And your pussy contracting around his tip pushed him to his third orgasm. Leaning his head back, exhaling loud groans and grunts while cumming inside you. His hands still latched on to your waist, and moved you along the length of his shaft, milking all of it into you. You two catch your breaths standing in comfortable silence, letting every feeling make its way through each other's bodies, letting yourselves come down from the intense high you two had.

“Fuck Ro, that was so good,” You huffed, cranking your neck to look at him behind you, relaxing your hand on top of his.

“You know I love pleasing you, baby,” he whispers, kissing your temples multiple times and squeezing your hips. “I should’ve taken pictures of that too.” You laugh and retort, “Who said we were done?”

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