#there is something so DELICIOUS about it all. the YEARNING is so exquisite

[wulfhalls]

"sitting in my room feeling things god only intended for martyrs in moments of devine ecstacy at the threshold of death to experience"

thanks. i needed words to express how i felt about galadriel x sauron soulmatism and you gave them to me. mortals were not supposed to feel these feelings, i'm too weak of soul and mind for all this.

this is licherally me about them at all times.

[michaelsfavgirl]

NSFW alphabet

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Tags: Smut, mention of mirror sex, creampie, toys, public play, foreplay, semi-exhibitionism, outdoor sex, somno, masturbation, size kink, mention of a foot fetish (oop), teasing, mike being whipped and pussydrunk, porn, oral (f & m), mike's enormous monster cock, edging, overstimulation, mention of dp…

Word Count: 4.8k

Requested: yes/no

Author’s Note: You can tell I started to lose my sanity at the end

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Pop, Rock and Soul aren't the only things he's the king of, he’s also most certainly the king of aftercare. Michael takes aftercare to a whole new level, turning it into an art form that rivals his mastery of music. For him, aftercare is not just an afterthought, it's as important as the act itself and the foreplay leading up to it. You’ll never catch him lacking

After the heat of passion has subsided, he gently guides you to lay on your shared, soft sheets, allowing you to catch your breath while he admires you with a look of pure adoration in his eyes. His touch is tender as he massages your heated skin, soothing any lingering tension and leaving you feeling utterly cherished.

Alright I'm going off on a tangent, back to aftercare! When it comes to cleaning up after sex, Michael prefers to do things properly. Instead of reaching for a mere wet rag, he opts for a shower or bath, finding the experience infinitely more intimate. With his hands in the warm water, he lavishes attention on every inch of your body. While he may melt at the suggestion of you returning the favor, his focus remains solely on pampering you.

Physical exertion is strictly off-limits after sex. Michael won't hear of you doing anything even remotely taxing. Instead, cuddles are mandatory.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Michael's adoration for you is evident to anyone who crosses your path; it's as if you radiate an otherworldly beauty that captivates all who are fortunate enough to behold you. From the strands of your hair to the tips of your pedicured toes (which, of course, he insists on paying for), you are nothing short of a goddess walking among mortals. If you asked him to choose a favorite part of your exquisite form, he would malfunction, how dare you make him choose? 

…however, when it comes to the sexual side of your relationship there are certain aspects of your body that he simply can't resist fixating on. He loves your hips, his large hands seem to have a mind of their own as they instinctively find their way there. Loves to squeeze them, especially when you’re in company and he needs to silently convey his yearning for you. Now if you’re chubby/plus size he’s obsessed with your love handles. Marveling at the way his fingers effortlessly find purchase in the soft folds of your flesh, when he’s taking your breath away with each thrust of his hips.

As for Michael's own body, it’s no surprise that he likes his hands. I mean have you seen them?! He knows the effect they have on you, he's caught you, not so discreetly, staring at them on multiple occasions. Loves to make you watch him play with your wet cunt in front of a mirror. He firmly yet gently cups your jaw to make sure your eyes stay glued to your reflection as he pushes his fingers into you, scissoring them in and out while slipping his thumb past your lips. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Certified creampie lover. Yes, seeing your soft skin glistening with his pearly beads of cum is undeniably arousing but it's the sight of his spent oozing out of your sensitive pussy that truly drives him wild. That sight alone is enough to get his length hardening in an instant. 

There's something undeniably primal about the way he fills you to the brim, until his own semen spills over, unable to be contained by your warmth, trickling down your slit in a deliciously messy display. The added messiness and the sinful squelching sounds only serve to send him into overdrive, fueling his desire to claim you again and again.

On occasions when there's no need to leave the confines of your home, Michael isn't shy about shoving his creamy mess deep into you with his thick fingers, then nonchalantly pulling up your panties as if it's the most natural thing in the world. He unashamedly revels in the sheer debauchery of watching you walk around with his cum dripping out of you, soaking your underwear. And just when you think he's done, he'll surprise you with an occasional check, slipping his warm hand under your panties to slide his fingers between your folds, deliberately ignoring your clit as he teases you about how drenched you are.

However, if Michael is feeling slightly remorseful or if you two have places to be, he'll opt for a more discreet approach. In such instances, he'll push a plug past your tight entrance, ensuring that his creamy aftermath is neatly contained within you. But this "tidiness" comes with a price—the plug he chooses is usually a remote-controlled vibrator, allowing him to maintain his dominance over you even when you're out in public. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Michael is an open book when it comes to sharing his fantasies and kinks with you, but there are certain desires he keeps hidden, reserved for the privacy of his own mind. One such secret, (yes there’s multiple) nestled deep within the recesses of his consciousness, is somnophilia.

There's an undeniable allure to the sight of you lost in slumber, your features softened by the peaceful embrace of unconsciousness. As you lie there, your slow, rhythmic breaths filling the room, Michael finds himself mesmerized by the sight of your sleeping form. He can’t help the blood pumping in his veins when you inch your leg higher, seeking a more comfortable position, whilst inadvertently revealing tantalizing glimpses of your clothed pussy. 

He only wants to rub your little clit that's all, or maybe also slip a finger or two into your slippery hole. Can you blame him for wanting to make his precious girl feel good? For wanting you to wake you with that familiar, pleasurable sensation between your legs?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As much as the media wants to portray him as a clueless virgin to the public, behind closed doors, he's far from inexperienced. He's no prude and unfortunately for his mama he didn't wait till marriage. Trust he knows what he's doing. He knows his way around a bedroom, his every touch calculated to elicit gasps of ecstasy. With Michael, there's no fumbling or uncertainty.

In the beginning, when you first became intimate Michael made it his mission to commit to memory the nuances of your body and what turns you on. He focused solely on you, trying to gauge your reactions, see what brought you the most pleasure and what you didn’t seem too fond of. He learned to read your body like a well-worn book, to anticipate your every whim and desire before it even crossed your mind. His touch became more intuitive, his movements more fluid, as he effortlessly guided you to the heights of ecstasy and beyond.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

To him, it's an absurd question because He has no issue with bringing you the most pleasure in any position. and he's more than willing to explore them all with you. Of course, if you have one, he's more than happy to accommodate. Your satisfaction is his top priority, and he'll go out of his way to make sure you're getting exactly what you want. 

But I know you want to know more so here are honorable mentions: The mating press: oh lord, he’s obsessed with how deep he can go. He revels in the sensation of plunging deep into your drooling cunt, his hips slamming against yours with a ferocity that borders on animalistic. Almost cums on the spot at the sight of your jaw unhinging as his tip kisses your cervix with each powerful thrust. 

Standing up/against a wall: these are mainly reserved for quickies. Loves the urgency, the need to satisfy your needs in the heat of the moment. He delights in pushing you against a wall, his hands gripping your hips as he slides into your puffy cunt with abandon. Bonus points for watching your ass jiggle.

Low doggy style: prefers this one over the traditional doggy as you have to do even less. There's no need to strain your spine or hurt your elbows; no, instead all his sweet girl has to do is lie comfortably on the sheets and let him do all the work.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Michael has a fantastic sense of humor, most of his friends and family will agree. However, when it comes to matters of the bedroom, he adopts a more serious demeanor. He wants your thoughts to meld together, your senses attuned to the delicious stretch of his cock or the tantalizing sensation of his mouth between your legs. To introduce humor into such a sacred space would be to risk disrupting the delicate balance of pleasure and passion that he works so tirelessly to achieve.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Michael takes great pride in his grooming habits, ensuring that he is always impeccably clean and well-maintained, especially when it comes to his nether regions. While he may not be a fan of shaving, he keeps his pubic hair neatly trimmed, finding that the hair adds a touch of masculinity to his appearance. However, he does make an exception when it comes to his balls, preferring to keep them smooth for your convenience and enjoyment.

As for his preference when it comes to your grooming habits, Michael has a strong preference for a full bush. This is factual, you can't tell me otherwise. He's a product of the 70s era, where lush and natural pubic hair was the norm. The wilder the better. He told me so himself.

Adores when it gets messy with his cum or feels it dampen with your arousal as he pleasures you. He loves the way the soft hairs brush against his cheeks when he's sucking on your clit or when your pubic hair tangles with his own as he thrusts deeply into you.

Plus when the two of you are lounging on the couch, boredom sometimes leads him to slip his hand under your pants to absentmindedly play with the tufts of hair at the top of your mound. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

For Michael, sex isn't just a physical act, it's the ultimate expression of intimacy and connection. He views it as something sacred, a deeply personal and meaningful experience. He’s always doting on you in your relationship so that doesn’t change in the bedroom, he actually becomes even more affectionate. From gentle whispers of endearment to tender kisses placed upon your skin, he leaves no doubt in your mind that you are his everything, the center of his universe, and he is utterly devoted to your pleasure and satisfaction.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you entered his life, Michael's hand was no stranger to his throbbing shaft, especially with the weight of carrying the entire music industry on his back. Masturbation served as a way to let off steam and alleviate the relentless stress. But once you became intimately involved, his solo sessions dwindled significantly. Your touch, your scent, your very essence eclipsed any pleasure he could derive from his own hand. So, he'd much rather wait to get his hands on you. 

Even when you're not in the mood, he holds off. Some might say he edges this way but of course, he'd never admit to such lewd accusations.

However, when the demands of touring keep him separated from you for months on end, Michael's resolve is put to the ultimate test. Alone in his hotel room, he finds himself unable to resist the primal urge to seek release. With your panties clenched tightly in his fist, his hand moves with a frenzied urgency, his shaft pulsating with need as he conjures vivid memories of fucking you senseless, eagerly counting down the days until he can hold you in his arms once again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lowkey a freak. All that repressed sexual desire from being in a highly religious household really did its thing, taught him how to conceal his deepest yearnings behind a façade of propriety and restraint. Considers himself more kinky than most. Even when he comes across someone who's also into kinky stuff they’re usually into the typical bdsm-like things whilst Michael's tastes veer decidedly into the realm of the unconventional. our man gets off on the weirder fetishes. (still love him though)

Aside from those when it comes to the more “normal” desires he’s into immortalizing your most intimate encounters with a click of his camera shutter. Polaroids and videos of the most raunchy moments that would put Kim K’s tape to shame. Of course your faces are still always out of the frame, after all, discretion is important when you're the most famous person in the world.

Has a raging size kink that borders on obsession. (not talking about body size) Each time he has to prep you with his fingers, the sensation of stretching you to accommodate his girthy cock makes his brain melt. Also unashamedly loves being messy and spitting in your mouth. I could go on forever listing them so let’s stop, we've got more to talk about. 

 Also may or may not have a foot fetish, but i didn't tell you that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mainly prefers the privacy of your neverland ranch but he's not limited to the confines of the bedroom. There’s no surface in your home that hasn’t been christened by the both of you. from the kitchen counter to the inviting waters of the pool.

Considers himself a semi-exhibitionist, relishing in the thrill of the forbidden without the desire to actually get caught in the act. There's something about the risk of being discovered, of stifling your moans with his palm while keeping a vigilant eye out for prying eyes. It's the adrenaline rush of teetering on the edge of discovery that sets his pulse racing.

Outside of your haven he prefers either his dressing room or somewhere out in nature. Making love to you while you're laying on a soft blanket in the middle of a flowery field while the birds are chirping? Sign him the fuck up.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Michael's motivations are as straightforward as they come: you. The simple presence of your divine form is enough to send his desire into overdrive. Call it whipped if you must, but he sees it as a privilege to be enraptured by the allure of the sexiest woman in existence.

Strangely enough, it's not the overtly seductive gestures that get him going. No, it's the everyday moments, the mundane activities that hold the power to ignite the flames of passion within him. You can be lounging on the couch beside him, lost in conversation on the phone or simply lost in your own thoughts and the innocent sound of your sighs or the arch of your neck as you stretch will get him chubbing up instantly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Michael has firm boundaries when it comes to certain acts in the bedroom, rooted in the trauma he endured at the hands of his father. The idea of causing you any harm, whether physical or emotional, is utterly unthinkable to him. Squeezing your hips? Sure. a spank on your soft ass? Alright. but anything more aggressive or degrading is strictly off-limits. The thought of leaving a mark on your delicate skin or causing you any distress sends shivers down his spine.

Another thing that's off the table for Michael is pornography. He simply can't bring himself to watch other naked women when he's got his very own P.Y.T. by his side. Besides, with his penchant for taking Polaroids and videos, he's got his own personal collection that far surpasses anything he could find online. Why settle for generic smut when he has the real deal right in front of him?

At last, subbing is something he’ll never do. Nope, not happening. He's a pleasure/service dom through and through, and the idea of you putting in any work to satisfy him instead of the other way around? Yeah, that's a major turn-off for him. Katherine didnt raise no 50/50 “let's split the bill” goon.

When he's really exhausted but still wants to please you, he'll reluctantly let you take the reins. Will let you bounce on his fat cock as you use him for your own pleasure. It's the closest thing to submission you'll ever get from him, but even then, that doesn’t happen often and he's still calling the shots, making sure you're getting exactly what you need while he serves as your willing plaything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Michael's got a Ph.D. from the pussy eating academy, wait no, scratch that, he's the one who founded the university. He’s the founding father, the dean, and the star pupil all rolled into one. Therefore he's more of a giver. It's not just a preference; it's a calling. Sounds overused but he really could spend hours nestled between your thighs, worshiping at the altar of your pleasure. 

And let's talk about his chronic clit-sucking habit. Once he gets going, there's no stopping him. He'll latch onto that little bundle of nerves like his life depends on it, not even bothering to detach his lips when he sees it swollen and sensitive from his ministrations. And when your thighs instinctively squeeze around his head, well, let's just say it's his version of heaven on earth. Deny him the chance to feast on you daily, and he'll legit start having wet dreams about it. No joke.

Now, when it comes to receiving oral, Michael's a bit more reserved. He prides himself on being a gentleman, and making you kneel on a cold wooden floor just doesn't sit right with him. He'll only let you go down on him on special occasions, and even then, he's careful not to push you too far. You won't be deep-throating him anytime soon—just the tip, thank you very much. He's all about ensuring your comfort, and he's not about to let you strain your jaw for his pleasure.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's somewhere in between. He's quite blessed downstairs so he knows he needs to tread carefully to avoid accidentally causing you any discomfort. “Technique is more important than pace” truther. That being said, there are moments when he's not afraid to let loose and take you hard and fast, especially if he's feeling particularly stressed or you've been a bit of a brat.

But if he's not in the mood for a wild romp, it'll take some serious convincing, a healthy dose of luck, and maybe a few well-timed puppy dog eyes to get him to crank up the intensity. And if you manage to persuade him to pound you into the mattress he'll step up his aftercare game to a whole new level.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

There's something undeniably thrilling about swiftly pulling aside clothes, not bothering with the formality of full undressing, and dropping to his knees to bury his head under your skirt for a quick taste of ecstasy. The urgency of it all, the risk of getting caught, it's enough to send shivers down his spine and get his blood pumping. He gets it, he really does.

But as much as he enjoys the occasional quickie, nothing compares to the ecstasy of taking his time with you. Michael is all about savoring every moment, prolonging foreplay until you're practically begging for release. He revels in edging you to the brink, pushing you to the very limits of pleasure until you're a quivering, whimpering mess beneath him. And when you finally can't take it anymore, when you're cumming so hard you can barely see straight, that's when he knows he's done his job right. 

Seeing your legs trembling, your eyes rolling back in bliss, and your beautiful face contorted with pleasure is the ultimate reward for him. So while quickies may have their appeal, for Michael, nothing beats the pure, unadulterated ecstasy of taking his time and making you cum over and over again.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Michael is all about pleasing you so if you've got a fantasy you've been dying to try, you can bet he'll be game for it. Even if it's not exactly his cup of tea, he'll give it a shot at least once, just to see the look of satisfaction on your face. There are very few things he’d not try, especially with you. Your pleasure is his top priority, and he'll go to great lengths to ensure you feel comfortable and fulfilled in the bedroom. So don't be shy about sharing your wildest fantasies with him – he's always eager to turn your dreams into reality. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You could be lying there, barely able to catch your breath after multiple rounds, and he'll be grinning like a Cheshire cat, asking if you can give him one more orgasm. And trust me, you never have to worry about taking too long to cum or him finishing before you do as this man can dance, sing, and entertain on stage for hours on end without breaking a sweat. 

You’ve never had an experience when you didn’t cum or that he climaxed first. Absolutely not. He's a master at making sure you reach climax first, every single time. He's all about you and your pleasure baby. You'll never leave the bedroom unsatisfied when Michael's in charge. 

He usually goes for three rounds and can last around thirty minutes before he finally lets himself climax. And even then, his refractory period is short – just a few minutes, maybe ten if he's had an especially intense orgasm. So rest assured, you'll be in for a wild ride every time you're between the sheets with him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does have a stash of toys that are mostly for your pleasure and he's not shy about putting them to good use. From vibrators to plugs to dildos (none bigger than his own length, of course) to lots of lube, he’s got everything you need.

 He is not one of those men who get insecure and compare themselves to silicone toys. In fact, he sees them as valuable tools for enhancing your pleasure, not as competition. He knows that they can help him make you feel even better. They're besties not enemies.

He's especially into the idea of double penetration, but he's not about to invite someone else into the bedroom to make it happen. That's where the toys come in handy. He can fill both of your holes at the same time, giving you the kind of mind-blowing pleasure you crave.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

After music teasing you is his second most favorite thing to do. You hate how naturally it comes to him. No matter what the situation, he always manages to find a way to make your face feel hot, leaving you squirming and begging for more. 

It's almost unfair how good he is at it. One minute you're just minding your own business, and the next, he's got you swatting at his arm and burying your face in his chest, trying to hide the embarrassment. But deep down, you secretly love every second of it – even if you'd never admit it out loud.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Unlike some guys, Michael isn't shy about letting the world know when you're making him feel good. He's a vocal one, and he sees no reason to hold back. I mean, why would he want to hide the fact that you're driving him wild with pleasure? Especially when you're at home, he couldn't care less if the maids or security overhear (they've all signed NDAs anyway), he's not holding anything back.

And let's talk about that mouth of his. It's downright filthy, I tell you. Once he gets going, there's no shutting him up. He's always whispering the nastiest, dirtiest things into your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making your gummy walls clench around him like a vice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Remember the dildos I mentioned in the toys section? Well this little freak has made a custom made dildo for you that is an exact replica of his cock. Yeah, you read that right. I’m going to give you a second to take that in……

he was absolutely buzzing with excitement, literally had his dick in a mold, imagining your reaction when you laid eyes on it.

Before jetting off on tour, he carefully placed this anatomically accurate marvel in a discreet box on your bed, like a tantalizing treasure waiting to be discovered. And then, without so much as a backward glance, he vanished to conquer stages in far-off lands, leaving you to uncover his risqué gift in his absence.

When you finally laid eyes on that uncanny replica, your face surely turned as hot as a boiling teapot. From the lifelike color to the intricate veins, every detail is meticulously crafted to match the one you’re all too familiar with.

When Michael called you from across the globe, you could practically hear the mischievous smirk in his voice as he awaited your reaction, fully aware of the tidal wave of emotions that “little” creation would unleash.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I'm just expanding on this post I made a while ago. 

He’s 7 inches when soft, 9 when hard. And before you start with the "unrealistic" talk, let me stop you right there, this blog is not the place for that. We're on Tumblr for crying out loud. Besides, rumor has it that Michael was packing something closer to a 12-inch monster, so let's just say 9 inches is well within the realm of possibility for our man. 

But besides length you may say “length isnt everything its all about the girth” you are correct and to that i give you one hint–can of soda.(which is around 21 cm btw). He is absolutely obsessed with the fact that your hand can barely wrap around his impressive shaft.

Also he's uncut, with faint veins tracing their way all over, adding an extra layer of sensation as they glide against your slick walls. Has big soft balls to match the length. They are very sensitive so every time they slap against your bottom he's panting from the sheer overstimulation. Sucking on them during oral for longer than a few seconds  will have you witnessing a rare sight of him losing his control.

Michael takes great care of himself physically so his cum tastes relatively good, never have you felt the need to spit it out. It's so thick and milky as well, all that creamy goodness looks mouthwatering, painting your skin or insides.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Good luck soldier cause he has a very high libido. And he has the audacity to blame it on you. He'll look you dead in the eye and say, "How can I not be insatiable when I wake up next to the most beautiful girl in the world?" Cheesy bastard. 

As much as Michael yearns for you every damn day, he's not about to let his desires override your comfort. He's a gentleman through and through. If he notices that you're still feeling sore from the previous night's escapades, he'll restrain himself because at the end of the day, your comfort and well-being come above anything else, even his insatiable hunger for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

you're usually the first one to tap out. After all those gentle caresses and sweet nothings whispered in your ear, it's a wonder you manage to stay awake at all. But Michael's not the type to tease you about it, he's too busy showering you with praise for how well you did for him. He'll pull you close to his chest and tell you to close those pretty eyes and rest. There's no better lullaby than the sound of his steady heartbeat as you drift off into dreamland. Makes sure you are snuggled up close to his chest before he lets himself drift off.

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[cutiechaser]

Look at you, breathing heavily, completely lost in this moment. Each gasp that escapes your lips is like a sweet siren song, urging me to push you even further. Your body responds instinctively to my every touch — your need laid bare before me, your body recognizing its place as mine.

My fingers trail eagerly across your skin, leisurely exploring every dip and curve, igniting sparks of delight that race through you. You arch your back, pressing against me, your soft moans spilling out as my touch sends shivers down your spine. You crave this; I can see it in your eyes, the way you yearn for me.

You whisper, almost pleading. You want more; you’re so hungry for release. I raise an eyebrow, my lips curling into a knowing smile. “You want me to play with you, don’t you? Or shall I stop?”

I tease you, fingers brushing over your most sensitive spots with just the right amount of pressure, leaving you gasping and desperate. “Don’t cum,” I murmur close to your ear, my breath hot against your skin. Your body responds to me beautifully, the way I ignite a fire that burns hotter with every stroke, every featherlight touch.

As I expertly lead you toward that first orgasm, I keep my movements tantalizingly slow, reveling in the way your hips instinctively buck against me, craving friction and release. “You’re so beautiful when you’re needy,” I whisper, feeling your breath hitch as you near the edge. “You can cum, gorgeous. That’s it, feel it face through you, every little spark of pleasure. Good pet.”

And then, that first climax hits you like a violent storm, crashing over you in a rush of overwhelming pleasure. You writhe beneath my touch, body convulsing as moans spill forth, bright and needy, sending delicious vibrations through the air. “Yes, just like that,” I encourage, my fingers never stopping, moving in time with the waves of your release.

And there’s no stopping. Not now. Each time you start to calm, I can see it in your eyes — that insatiable hunger, the way your body craves more. “Again,” I command, my voice low and sultry. “Don’t you want to be good for me? My sweet little toy? My darling plaything?” Your body responds eagerly, still trembling from the first, and I feel you aching for the next.

I slip my fingers lower, exploring the slick heat of your arousal, coaxing you back up that steep cliff again with hungry strokes that pull the moans more gutturally from your throat. Your body is an exquisite instrument, and I play you like a prodigy, driving you to dizzying heights as I whisper sweet nothings that fuel your need further.

“Look at you, already begging for more. What’s the matter, pretty little slut? The pleasure I already gifted you not enough? Greedy little thing,” I tease, feeling the rush of shivers race through you as you teeter on the edge once more. You keen, your voice raw with desire, pleading for my touch to push you over that brink into orgasm yet again. “I can’t— please, I need it!”

With every gasp, every shudder, I weave my fingers further into the fabric of your pleasure. There’s something hypnotic about the way you respond to me, your body desperate and eager, responding to each stroke with wild abandon. “Be good for me,” I purr, and I hear your breath hitch, the tension building again as you try to puzzle out if being good means cumming or holding back.

As the second orgasm washes over you, the exquisite intensity catches you by surprise. Your whole body shakes, wave after wave crashing down, and I’m there to guide you through every moment, extracting every last bit of pleasure from you. I lose myself in your sounds, the way you come apart beneath my hands.

“You wanted more. Needed more. So take it,” I giggle with a wicked grin, igniting the tension all over again. Your body is already trembling, but I see that there’s more fire left, an insatiable need matched only by the hunger in your eyes. I want you to give me everything completely and wholly, to feel every inch of that delicious longing.

You find yourself being worked higher and higher, and I push you toward yet another peak. “Please, I can’t,” you gasp, and I love that you’re at my mercy, completely devoted to this spiral of pleasure. But I only smile sweetly, encouraging you to embrace it, to fall deeper still.

One more time, I coax you over the edge, and you shatter gloriously. Your body quakes under my touch, and as you crash into oblivion, I can feel you pulse and convulse in ecstasy. I watch, enthralled, as your face twists in delight, body surrendering completely to the all-consuming bliss.

Finally, when the waves of pleasure begin to ebb, you lay there gasping, utterly spent yet glowing with satisfaction. But deep down, I see that flicker of desire still burning within you — an ember so small anyone else would’ve missed it, even you. I lean in closer, my lips brushing against yours, whispering sweet promises. “You’ve done so well; you were so good, utterly perfect.” I watch you sigh in relief, my shoulders shaking in laughter as your contentment morphs into confusion and then surprise before finally settling on desperation as I continue working you over. “Be mine, give me another.” You nod before the words register, always eager, always willing.

I feel you tremble as I bring you closer, the next orgasm building with an intensity and speed that’s nearly unbearable. Your voice rises, now full of urgency and pure unadulterated need. “I can’t— I can’t take it!” you cry, but, deep within, I know you desire it, and I want to take you there. So I do. And I coo at you lovingly as you’re worked through and past it.

With a few final strokes, you’re sent spiraling into another unexpectedly sudden climax, and this one is blinding. It’s like a tempest, violent and delicious, rolling through you as you cry out in utter bliss, the hoarse and broken sound reverberating in every corner of the room. The intensity of your release sends shockwaves through the air, and I marvel at your beauty — the way your body writhes and arches, completely giving in to the pleasure I bestow upon you.

But I’m not finished yet. Your body, still humming with sensation, trembles under my touch as I gently coax you up once more. You’re riding that euphoric edge, already teetering dangerously close to another height, one you’ve not reached before. “You’re such a good little thing,” I murmur, placing kisses along your heated skin, tasting the sheen of salty sweat, feeling the slickness coating my fingers. “You can give me one more, can’t you? You will. Won’t you? Be mine?”

A tiny whimper escapes your lips, the idea of another release both thrilling and daunting. But your body is already responding, warmth pooling inside you as I keep my movements steady and deliberate, dragging you closer. Your breaths come in frantic gasps, urgency coloring your every sound. I watch as the fire in your eyes begins to flicker again, the depth of your need unmistakable.

You squirm beneath me, pleading and desperate, shoulders bucking off the surface as I push you just a little more, deepening the rhythm, teasing that exquisite build. “Yes, that’s it — just let go. One more time for me,” I coax, my thumbs pressing against your most sensitive spots, every swipe igniting more pleasure. Your body moves in frantic response, each thrust of my fingers sending you further into the delicious depths of overstimulation.

You moan, and I smile, knowing exactly where this will lead. Wherever I command, of course. As if you’d disappoint me. The temperature in the room rises, electric with anticipation. You’re close again, so close, and I can feel your body quaking, ready to shatter yet again.

“You’re doing so well,” I praise, my voice low and sultry, thick with seduction. “Just a little more. Let it happen, stop fighting it… You want it. I can feel it.” With every word, I watch the tension coil tighter within you, your body involuntarily reacting to my command.

As the bliss escalates, your moans morph into cries of sheer desperation; they vibrate with urgency. “Oh God, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” you gasp, the pure filth spilling out. But I want to see you relinquish all control one final time.

With that, I push you over the edge yet again, fingers working with relentless precision. The sensation becomes a tsunami wave, crashing over you without mercy. You are swept away, consciousness merging with the madness of your climax. It’s a resplendent explosion of euphoria, your body quaking violently as you scream my name, overwhelmed by the bliss flooding your very being.

Your mind barely keeps up as the waves of your release roll through you, collapsing into pure ecstasy. You’re lost somewhere deep in that pleasure, your thoughts turning to mush, words slipping away as the sensations drown you. Your body writhes and twists, utterly spent yet yearning for more, each rapture more intense than the last.

Sobbing breaths punctuate the air as you revel in the aftermath, lost in a haze of blissful overstimulation. “Please… I can’t… no more,” you manage to gasp, yet the needy spark in your eyes tells a different story. You crave that indescribable pleasure still — your desires betraying your exhausted body—, and I’m here to coax it from you as you swirl in the delicious remnants of yet another orgasm.

In this moment, you are a beautiful mess, body trembling, voice barely coherent, but the whisper of desire is unmistakable. “Just one last taste, my love,” I murmur, pushing you right back to that precipice, easing you, ever so slowly, towards the cusp of implausibility.

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Reading by firelight.

AN: a short Gale oneshot, I typed this on mobile so please forgive any errors or formatting.

Summary: Gale watches Tav read by the fire.

The sun was setting softly over the camp, casting a warm orange glow over the horizon. This had always been Gales favourite time of the day. The cool afternoon breeze sweeping through the camp as he again started to prepare supper over the campfire. It wasn't the silence that he enjoyed, as the rest of his campmates retired to their tents for a while, to rest their battle weary bodies, it was the fact he could watch Tav. Their afternoon ritual of sitting by the campfire after battle, engrossed in a large tome left him utterly speechless. The way the light from the fire flickered against their soft skin, still a little grimy from the days adventure, causing shadows to dance over their visage was like a drug to him; more often than not he had to remind himself to focus on making sure the stew in the pot didn't over boil or burn. He never had a problem serving perfect meals when he first joined the delightfully weird selection of comrades he now had, but now the amount of spoiled food was becoming suspicious to the group as they all tried to create conspiracies surrounding this new phenomenon. The current favourite conspiracy coming from Astarion claiming "Maybe Gale is going senile in his old age, either that or the tadpole has helped itself to a few two many braincells". Wyll was ever the gentleman and always suggested that the days adventuring were getting harder, that it wasn't fair to put such undue pressure on him. Lae'zel would just tut at the rest of the camp and eat whatever was given to her, warriors were not afforded the constant luxury of exquisite food.

Gale would look longingly at Tav as they read, they were completely absorbed with their book every night so he wasn't scared of being caught, he'd imagine their long slender fingers stroking against his skin softly as he watched Tav gently stroke the pages of the book many a night, yearning to feel their delicate touch along his body and tangled in his hair, wanting to know what it would feel like for Tav to massage away his aches at the end of a long day or even relieve his frustrations.

Every night he would tell himself mentally "Come on Gale, go talk to them, you don't shut up any other time." He would try to gear himself up, he'd even thought of a good pick up line to use, yet in every scenario he thought up, it just didn't come out right, mentally cursing Astarion and his charm for raising the bar impossibly high; jealous of the way the pale elf could seemingly flirt and seduce with ease.

"Hey Tav, I'm an open book too... and you can read me any time you like." Gale shuddered at the thought of him actually trying to say that, in each made up scenario he always came across as awkward and stuttering, then Tav would look at him like he was a creep. Tonight, he told himself that he actually would talk to them, it didn't matter what it was about, hells he would talk about crop rotation or the rising 'wizarding insurance' prices in Waterdeep, he just needed to talk to them. He could talk to them out in the road but could never bring himself to speak when it was just him and Tav alone. For a man who had a propensity towards verbosity, he was always rendered speechless when alone with them.

Gale checked the cooking stew, making sure it was simmering and wouldn't over boil again, for what would be the 5th time in a fortnight. He ran his now clammy hands through his hair in the hopes to make himself more presentable, although, considering he hadn't had chance to change from his grubby blood stained robe, he didn't think Tav would be offended if his hair was a little messy. His mouth began to open and form words as he stepped towards you until Astarion burst out of his tent and called out.

"Mmm Darling." His voice as it's usual delicate purr. "Something smells delicious." Astarion takes a seat by Tav, their shoulders and knees touching in an overly friendly manner, his eyes flitting between their face and their neck."and I definitely don't mean the food." Astarions voice dropped into a lower more lustful purr as he admired Tav's long and slender neck.

Gale was stopped dead in his tracks by the interaction and stepped back towards the pot of stew, his head slumped down in disappointment, watching through a contemptuous gaze as Tav closed their book and began chatting energetically with Astarion. "It's always that damned vampire" Gale cursed to himself, wondering jokingly if he could find a pointy stick in the woods to acquainte Astarion with. He shook his head to clear away those thoughts, tonight was not his time, but maybe tomorrow it could be. "No, it would be." He told himself sternly. He promised himself that he would speak to Tav tomorrow. But for now, he would have the memory of their soft and slender hands to take back to his tent with him, it was always a welcome thought on these lonely nights, forever wishing he had more than his imagination.

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: December 9

I'm doing my best to get through my massive reading list by the end of the year, so buckle up, fam, you're about to get served a buffet of fic. There's so many tasty morsels here, even Mama Flores has to appreciate this feast.

🪐 = Year of Themed Creation Fics!

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FRANKIE MORALES

Sheer Desire by @the-blind-assassin-12 Okay so imagine you're Frankie's +1 to a Millerboy wedding. And there's dancing and yearning and flirting involved. And the knowledge that after the reception, you're going to have him all to yourself. Now add in black thigh-high nylons. And the desire to see them in his hands. And his desire to have those lacy tops pressed against his ears.... IT'S HOT LIKE FIRE. DID YOU THINK IT WOULD NOT BE. GO GET IT.

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #2: Frankie Morales - Kiss in the Hammock by @something-tofightfor I mean, who doesn't want to be cuddled up in a hammock with Frankie? Who doesn't want those soft curls and soft lips and warm arms all pressed up against you?

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #12: Frankie Morales - Kiss in the Dark / Break Up Kiss by @something-tofightfor A little angst and a lot of love are on display here. Frankie's here to show his responsible and protective side, and while there's plenty of hurt, he does it oh so softly and I'm just glad we are left with hope.

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #14: Frankie Morales - “I miss you” Kiss / Angry Kiss by @something-tofightfor So remember that hope I just mentioned up there? Same pairing here, and the hope pays off. It's not without some real talk, but perhaps that's what makes the love even more deliciously sincere.

The day Frankie both loves and loathes the kitchen counter by @undercoverpena This is such a wonderful domestic Frankie POV piece. The way he wants to be better for reader, to provide more, to keep promises...the way he adores everything about her, including how she loves to bundle up in his clothes... Getting a peek inside a man who is sweet and loving and seeing the motivations there is such a treat. I really got swept up in this one.

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MARCUS PIKE

The Thing About Second Chances by @artemiseamoon 🪐 This is exquisite. The pain of walking away really hurt. But then, when they met again it is so masterfully done...there are all these little impulses of his, wanting to do everything for her that could easily be overbearing except that he's just so damn loveable and it's hard to watch two people who clearly live each other be denied. I'm not sure he can really change all that much, but I am really pulling for them. Sometimes a little time apart can really drive home how much you can miss someone. Beautiful.

The Moon in May - Full Moon by @hopeamarsu Alpha Marcus. and. sitting on lap. purring and. teasing and soft and spreading you open but requiring go slow. is a tasty treat. brain mush. purring chest at my back. yes please.

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JOEL MILLER

Something Wild and Unruly by @ezrasbirdie Okay, remember when I said that there was a fic that was so beautiful it made me want to quit writing? This is it, and I mean that as a high compliment. Like, I finished it and just put my head in my hands and stared out the window with a big smile on my face. It's outlaw!Joel and old west sex worker!reader with a heart of gold and a good attitude about what she does. It's got so so so much feels and yearning and softness and bathing and the ending is beautiful and full of hope...this fic is up all of my alleys and making all of my jams and is my entire life mood. It is my new official Fave Birdie Fic™️ and I need to sing that to the world.

Small Joys: Wheelbug by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 The whole point of Lyr's Small Joys series is just that--joys. So it seems antithetical for Ellie to have found a bug that's big and bitey and for Joel to freak out about and try to bat it away. But the joy part of it comes from reader's reaction--to the wonder at finding a wheelbug in nature where it wasn't expected--and Ellie's, who of course will always find wonder in something new. Simple and beautifully done.

Small Joys: Leaf Pile by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 Yes, the joy here is jumping in a leaf pile, but the joy I got from it was being able to hear Joel and Ellie perfectly in this. I also love the process Ellie gets to have in collecting the leaves and talking to a neighbor. It's really delightful.

The Sun Will Shine Again by @foli-vora I can't imagine dealing with crippling depression during the years after the outbreak, how hard and crippling it would be. And yet, I think I'd be able to manage if Joel was on my side, telling me he'd carry me as long as he could just to make sure I made it through. This is just such a beautiful piece. I want to curl up in it like a blanket.

Tangled Triumphs by @planet-marz1 I think my blood sugar levels hit an all-time high with this one and I ascended into the heavens. Joel learns to do Sarah's hair and it's so sweet and precious and I love them. Please read this. I need other people to share my squeals.

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JACK DANIELS

Cast Iron Sunshine part 1: Think I'll Call You Sunshine and part 2: Daisy by @blueeyesatnight Color me intrigued. We got ourselves a cocky cowboy in the wild west and a female doctor reader with some determination, sass, and willingness to sport a revolver, and I want more of that push and pull I'm sure is coming. The first meeting is just enough tingle to rub my hands together with glee. HE'S SUCH A SHIT. But then comes Daisy and she's here to lay some hearts open...

What Happens in Vegas.., ...Never Really Ends in Vegas, and Forever by @wildemaven A beautiful drabble trio that encompasses the realization that you've accidentally-in-Vegas married Jack, trying to quit him, and being unable to do so. Do yourself a favor, don't think about it too hard, and give into your cowboy.

Remember Me by @toomanystoriessolittletime This twisted my little heart and melted me in so many ways. When Jack is brought back and can't remember his girlfriend? Can I just cry a river? No worries though, the ending's a happy, hopeful one.

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DIETER BRAVO

Thought That I Was Dreaming by @haylzcyon Salty, spicy, and sweet all at once...this may just be my dream Dieter smut. I very much love a "did he really say???" but then the reason for her not asking was perfect. How does Haylz make the very filthiest filth the sweetest sweet?

Sleazy Santa by @morallyinept This what happens when Dieter's not an actor, just a tremendous sleezebag working as a mall Santa (he's respectful to the kids) and you can't stop wanting that scummy D and go bang dirty in the Grotto. There's candy cane action. It's real nasty. And written like a fkn gourmet meal. The sweatier Jett writes this slimeball, the more I want. I don't know how. It's like Christmas magic. Delicious.

Crawling Back to You by @prolix-yuy This fic is a feast and all of my favorite dishes are on the table. Monsterfkn. Demons. Blasphemy. Sexy contracts. Dieter being a menace. And softness????? This is smut and it is hot hot hot, but there's enough here that's sweetness and fondness that it's going straight to my forever faves list. HE RUINS HER SO NICELY. UGH!

Rendezvous in Reno by @theywhowriteandknowthings A Dieter with small-dick insecurities? Please and thank you, this is super cute. I'd love to get called out for describing his junk wrong in my fics and get a personal correction.

It's Never Over by @pennyserenade We don't get enough exes-to-friends fic around here, and this one is really nice. As much as I hope for them to connect again, I respect their love for each other and their need to just let themselves be special to each other. There were moments here that were bittersweet, but I really loved that about it.

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DIN DJARIN

Birfday--Din by @writeforfandoms Listen. Is it so wrong that I want to cook a nice breakyfast to show Din how much he's loved? Is that too much to ask? Thanks, Jen, for something soft and sweet.

Then We'll Find Out Together by @missredherring A lovely little drabble about settling down in a new home with Din, getting used to the slowness and softness and niceness of everything. And when reader can't sleep, the one thing that's familiar--Din himself--is what calms her down. A lovely little drabble that I would like to live in.

Bounty and Hunter by @never--doubt 🪐 A soulmate fic wherein soulmates can't hurt each other. How interesting then that one of you is being hunted...and makes quite a game out of it?

Significant by @softlyspector He's been calling you riduur for months and you still don't know what it means. Once you find out, that's when the fireworks start. I don't know that I've read dialogue for Din and his sweetheart that affected me the way the last two lines of this fic did...... *swoons*

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PERO TOVAR

Watercolor by @iamskyereads I mean, give a sellsword a bath and you may be in for trouble. But not this man. This man just needs a little care, and while he may not say much, he make good on all kindnesses. I would do anything to give this man a bath and have him speak kindly to me.

Date or Inseminate by @sirowsky Now listen. You're gonna have to read the warnings on this, because I for one get really squicked by dub-con mixed with medical malpractice. I didn't read the warnings and it came out of nowhere....but I'm telling you my eyebrows shot up and then I just giggled through the whole thing like WHAT IS HAPPENING. Sometimes fic is just there to be fun and slap you silly. IRL? No please. But this? Go in with the right mood and it's just strangely and shockingly delightful smut.

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JAVI GUTIERREZ

Formula 101: December to Remember Part 2: Take What Comes by @littlemisspascal There's a lot to love about Rae's F1 media fic. Even outside of the easter eggs in the worldbuilding and the lovely way Javi and Oddball's relationship develops, there are the delightful media interludes--emails, texts, instagram posts complete with character comments--that use pictures and dialogue to move the plot along in a unique way. I love how a short text chain not only sets up a later story locale, but illustrates a history and relationship between two characters so fluidly. Every chapter is a delight to see how the media enhances the storyline...a storyline that is moving in a very interesting direction...

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SPECIAL GUEST CORNER

BO KATAN KRYZE

Hiding Away from the Galaxy by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 I love a good reunion story. Here, you're an ex-Jedi who has a past with Bo and come to find her when all the wars are done. I'd agree that it's worth the wait when she takes you in her arms....

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MARC SPECTOR

My Knight in White by @flightlessangelwings 🪐 Jey's been doing a year of protectiveness, and you know I don't mind that AT ALL. I would love nothing more than to have Marc follow me home and protect me. And then, yeah, if he let me follow him home...and into his bedroom....I wouldn't complain..... *swoon*

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[despitethecold]

Hi @thenoman-sland !!! I was your secret Valentine's gift maker for @gtafest :333 I really liked all of your prompts, but I went with the first one because I've been wanting to write Luis and Tony for a while, just never found the courage to xD I hope you like it (and I really hope I didn't fuck up the Spanish parts lol)

Love you so much, hope you have an amazing Valentine's day!! <333

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Pillowtalk had never been something Luis looked forward to with his previous partners. Perhaps it was the pressure he felt from the naked girls next to him, looking at him expectantly and waiting for him to whisper sweet nothings and flattering remarks into their ear, or maybe he simply wasn’t the type for that kind of intimacy. That was an advantage in his line of work, really. He always had something more important to do than lazing around in bed, with a hot chick or not, and he was handsome enough to hook up with them again without buttering them up with exaggerations and lies. Most of the time, they found him at the club and took him to the toilets for a quick fuck anyway, rather than inviting him to their bed again.

But it was different with Tony. So incredibly different. He had no explanation as to why he was dying to say every corny word in the book to Tony while touching his naked body, lips worshiping his skin to make him squirm in pleasure under him. Tony wasn’t some delicate flower, even if troubled at times — the rough, filthy sex they had nearly every night was proof of that. And yet, the yearning lingered. The need to make sure Tony knew how crazy Luis was about him, to feel his skin that was deliciously tanned from their recent vacation in Los Santos. Nothing else mattered when he had Tony with him, preferably naked, all his for as long as he wanted.

That’s why he didn’t hold back when he got the chance that night after they thoroughly enjoyed each other’s bodies, taking their sweet time with it. The atmosphere felt exquisite, just the right amount of romance with the few candles Tony had lit before pulling Luis into bed with a searing kiss — they gave off a sweet, woody scent that warmed his insides, making him feel at home with how familiar it was. One of the playlists he had made for Tony was quietly playing in the living room.  

He could barely pay attention to any of that, though, when sweat glistened on Tony’s forehead, those perfect lips wrapped around the thin cigarette he held between his two fingers, and he looked almost serene, like he wasn’t worried about anything for once. Not the business, not where their relationship was going, and certainly not deranged mobsters chasing after him.

Luis found himself shuffling closer, yanking off the sheets Tony had covered below his waist to expose more of his beautiful body, fingertips ghosting over his hip bone. It drew a quiet laughter out of Tony, and he murmured after he breathed out the smoke, “Round two?”

“No,” Luis hummed, caressing Tony’s thigh. “I mean, not yet.”

Tony took another drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the ashtray, only half-smoked. “You used to take less time. Old age is getting to you, darling.”

Luis looked up into Tony’s eyes while he pressed his lips to his stomach, just above his belly button, leaving small, sensual kisses as he moved up.

The confusion was evident on Tony’s face, but so was the arousal and fondness. He was unmistakably pleased by being lavished with attention, and he returned it by putting his hands on Luis’s broad shoulders, right thumb stroking the skin of his neck in a way that made Luis shiver slightly. “Well, this is new,” he mumbled.

“Yeah?” Luis countered, urging him to roll onto his side a bit so he could grope his asscheek. “I thought you knew how much I’m into you.”

“My ass is well aware of just how much.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips, gaze not leaving Luis’s.

Raising his eyebrows, Luis lazily lapped at Tony’s nipple, kissing it a few times, continuing to fondle him before humming, “Tone.”

“Lou.”

“I’m really fucking into you.”

“Are you, now?”

Luis grunted, planting a wet kiss on his neck. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Yep,” Tony answered, smirking like he knew precisely what Luis was thinking. “Teasing you is just too fun, honey.”

That earned him a spank and another kiss, this time on the corner of his mouth. “Say it.”

“Say what?” 

“That I’m into you.”

Tony hummed, gently running his hand up and down his back. “Somebody’s a softie today.”

Luis groaned out a curse word in Spanish before he crashed their mouths together, softly biting Tony’s lower lip and swallowing his moan with another kiss. When Tony tried to tilt his head to mutter another witty retort, he pushed him onto his back and kissed him again, practically climbing on top of him. 

It didn’t take Tony long to give up and wrap his arm around Luis’s shoulder, his other hand winding up in his hair, pulling him closer, and it felt like time stopped when they were pressed together like they were born for it, lips locked, tongues teasing each other, hands searching, craving for more. Right then, if Luis knew a way to carve into Tony’s skin to pull out his soul so he could entwine it with his own, he would; he was sure of it. 

What felt like an eternity later, Luis had to finally let Tony breathe, hiding his face in Tony’s neck and panting heavily. He could feel the proof of Tony’s arousal digging into his thigh, but he didn’t dare move from his spot, just… feeling Tony, his skin, heartbeat. Breathing him in.

He heard Tony swallow after catching his breath, but he didn’t speak. Neither of them did for a while — there was no need when they could remind what they meant to each other with their bodies, their lips constantly seeking more skin to kiss. When Tony glanced up and their eyes met, though, he found himself murmuring, “Eres tan hermoso, querido…”

The corners of Tony’s eyes wrinkled as he smiled. “Are you being a softie in Spanish now, Lou?”

“Cállate.”

Tony’s smile widened, and he appeared to be thinking before he said, “Una cerveza, por favor.”

Luis snorted amusedly, nudging Tony’s jaw with his nose. “You stupid old, white man. Is that the only thing you remember?”

“I took a class for you and this is how you thank me,” Tony sighed exaggeratedly. 

“No. This is how I thank you.” He groped Tony’s ass again, the other hand over his head, touching his hair with affection. “Round two.”

Tony simply laughed and brought their lips together again, kissing him warmly and sweetly, hand resting over Luis’s cheek and feeling his stubble.

They fucked again, both satisfied when Luis pulled Tony close seconds before falling asleep, face against the nape of his neck. Surely, he would worship all of Tony again soon, make him feel so good, but there was no rush.

They had the rest of their lives for that.

[dubborhinolodge]

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[heart-full-of-lust]

Good Girl?

Jillian floated in a blissful haze, her mind still fragmented shards of ecstasy in the aftermath of her shattering climax. A bead of sweat traced the curve of her flushed cheek as she struggled to regain her ragged breathing.

"Such a good girl," Ethan's low rumble purred heat against the nape of her neck, his strong arms the only thing keeping her trembling body upright. The words should have been a reassuring praise, but they ignited a new flicker of conflict deep within her chest.

Was she being "good" by so wantonly surrendering her body to these dark desires? Embracing the wickedly exquisite punishments and pleasures that always teetered so precariously between bliss and anguish? Part of her still instinctively recoiled at the depraved depths to which Ethan could push her with terrifying ease.

And yet…she craved it. Yearned for the escape of shedding her rigid self-control and giving herself over to be remolded however he saw fit. To be shaped and claimed and used with reckless entitlement as his own personal indulgence. It made her feel perversely treasured in a way her civilized mind could never quite rationalize.

Perhaps being a "good girl" in this realm didn't mean upholding any tarnished standards of purity or obedience. Maybe it meant having the courage to shatter every inhibition and fully submit to her authentic, visceral lusts - even if that revealed an unsettling new aspect of her core identity as someone's thrall. The irony wasn't lost on her…she could only be "good" by first being very, very bad.

As Ethan spun her forcefully around to face him, his piercing gaze already glittering with wicked promise of pushing her further down the rabbit hole, she found herself reflexively licking her lips in fearful anticipation. Just how depraved was the real Jillian lurking underneath?

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To Ethan, the term "good girl" was deliciously loaded with subversive irony that appealed to his dominant appetites. On the surface, the praise carried obvious connotations of obedience and propriety. Yet in the deliriously deviant context he so relished cultivating, it meant something perversely sublime.

As his smoldering eyes roamed hungrily over Jillian's disheveled, feverish form, he reveled in how thoroughly he had just unraveled her. Stripped away every vestige of her polished self-restraint until she was reduced to a whimpering, wanton thing - existing only to quake and convulse under his calloused ministrations. He had seamlessly reshaped this "good girl" into his personal instrument of carnality to play with merciless abandon.

The raw, unsettled hunger still flickering across her features made his groin throb with primal satisfaction. He loved provoking that warring inner conflict, stoking her uncertainty about whether surrendering so utterly to her base cravings made her "good" or "bad" in his eyes. The fact that she instinctively craved his perverted brand of approval was a searing aphrodisiac all its own.

By ruthlessly blurring every ethical line with calculated violation of her boundaries, he enticed out her most profane desires until she existed in a liminal space - suspended between civilized shame and rapturous surrender. That delicious ambiguity of having her perceive herself as both a virtuous plaything and a degenerate slut was an irresistible high. One he intended to keep pushing until the very notion of "good" held only wicked new connotations.

As he roughly seized her chin, his wolfish grin promised to plunge her back into the primal depths. "Don't worry, pet…you'll learn what a very good girl you can be for me."

[kunpimooklek]

What makes Sukhumvit the ultimate choice for dinner restaurants in Bangkok

Sukhumvit, the popular place of Bangkok has an eclectic dining scene. Moreover, this vibrant street has endless options for culinary exploration. This district has everything from romantic date night settings to captivating opera performances. Besides it is the right place to order mouthwatering Italian cuisine. Sukhumvit 11 restaurants are ideal destinations for wine and dine. 

What makes Sukhumvit the best choice for a date night restaurant in Bangkok?

Think of savoring exquisite cuisine while you gaze into each other's eyes. Imagine this quality time at the romantic dining spots in Sukhumvit.. 

Sukhumvit has an array of intimate dining venues perfect for a romantic rendezvous. You'll find the ideal setting for romance with the candlelit tables. There are some rooftop terraces that stunning city views. These are perfect if you are craving fine dining elegance. You even get cozy tucked away bistros that suit every couple's taste.

Sukhumvit is the best place to enjoy opera night over dinner in Bangkok

Combine your meal with a captivating opera performance. Sukhumvit restaurants host best opera night Bangkok. Talented performers serenade diners with beautiful arias while they savor their meals. Enjoy your delicious meal while you immerse yourself in opera performances. That is why this district is rated as the ultimate choice for creating memories that will last a lifetime.

What cuisines you can expect at a dinner restaurant in Sukhumvit?

Those who think where to find the flavors of Italy should visit Sukhumvit. It has an impressive selection of Italian restaurants. These places include cozy trattorias as well as upscale ristorantes. Indulge in authentic pasta dishes, wood fired pizzas and decadent tiramisu. Some of these spots feature the authentic Italian flavor some preset fusion dishes. So get classic favorites along with innovative interpretations of Italian cuisine in Sukhumvit. One thing that you can be sure about is that these restaurants are perfect to satisfy your cravings.

Sukhumvit has lots of lesser known dining hotspots than Ari restaurants

Sukhumvit is renowned for its active club scenes as well as popular dining spots. That is not it, you also have hidden culinary gems waiting to be discovered. Venture off the beaten path to explore the lesser known alleys. You will find lots of charming cafes and family run eateries. These places serve up delicious dishes bursting with authentic taste. Enjoy the spirit of adventure while you uncover the best kept dining secrets in this district.

A date night at Sukhumvit is absolutely worth it

Sukhumvit has diverse dining options from around the globe. Do not expect that the streets here are full of spicy Thai food. There are options beyond the local street foods. For instance, you can savor authentic Japanese sushi as well as flavorful Indian curries. All these can be found within easy reach. So explore Sukhumvit's multicultural dining scene if you want something new to try on a date night. You would be sampling dishes from different corners of the world without ever leaving the city.

Conclusion 

Sukhumvit is the prime destination for dinner restaurants in Bangkok. It presents a plethora of options to cater to every palate and preference. It is the right place to spend a romantic evening. It is even rated the best choice for a unique opera dining experience. Visitors who yearn for authentic Italian flavors can experience an unforgettable culinary journey in Sukhumvit. 

For an exceptional dining adventure look no further than Cantina Restaurant. Renowned as one of the top Sukhumvit 11 restaurants Cantina promises an unparalleled Italian dining experience. So plan a date this weekend to indulge in a culinary escapade and enjoy some amazing opera performances. 

[spicehubca]

Savor the Flavor: Discovering the Best Restaurants, Catering, and Pani Puri Near You

In the culinary world, the quest for exceptional food experiences is a perpetual journey. Whether you're a local or a traveler exploring Canada's diverse gastronomic landscape, finding the best restaurant near me can be an exhilarating pursuit. But what if you're also in need of exceptional catering near me for your next event, or perhaps craving a quick street food fix like pani puri near me? Fear not, because Spice HUB has got you covered!

Located in the heart of Canada, Spice HUB has emerged as a beacon of culinary excellence, offering a delightful array of dining options, catering services, and tantalizing street food experiences.

When it comes to finding the best restaurant near me, Spice HUB stands out as a top contender. Boasting a diverse menu inspired by flavors from around the globe, Spice HUB promises a culinary adventure like no other. Whether you're in the mood for aromatic Indian curries, savory Chinese stir-fries, or mouthwatering Italian pasta dishes, Spice HUB's menu has something to satisfy every craving.

But Spice HUB isn't just about dining in; they also excel in providing top-notch catering near me services. Whether you're planning a corporate event, a wedding reception, or a casual get-together with friends, Spice HUB's catering team goes above and beyond to ensure a memorable culinary experience for you and your guests. From delectable appetizers to exquisite main courses and decadent desserts, Spice HUB crafts each dish with precision and passion, leaving a lasting impression on every palate.

And let's not forget about those moments when you're yearning for a quick snack or craving the unmistakable burst of flavors that only street food can provide. With Spice HUB's convenient location, indulging in your favorite street food delights like pani puri near me has never been easier. Prepared with the freshest ingredients and authentic spices, Spice HUB's pani puri promises a symphony of flavors that will transport you straight to the bustling streets of India.

What sets Spice HUB apart from the rest is not just their commitment to culinary excellence but also their dedication to customer satisfaction. Whether you're dining in at their cozy restaurant, entrusting them with your catering needs, or simply grabbing a quick bite of street food, Spice HUB ensures that every aspect of your culinary journey is nothing short of exceptional.

So the next time you find yourself in search of the best restaurant near me, look no further than Spice HUB. From exquisite dining experiences to impeccable catering services and mouthwatering street food, Spice HUB is your ultimate destination for all things delicious in Canada. Come, savor the flavor, and discover why Spice HUB is a culinary gem waiting to be explored.

[bansiwala]

AGRA PETHA: A TRADITIONAL SWEET DISH FROM THE CITY

Are you a fan of traditional Indian sweets? If yes, then you must have heard about Agra Petha. Agra Petha is a popular dessert that has been savored for centuries. Agra is famous for Agra ka petha and it is believed that this sweet dish was invented by the chefs of Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan. The Mughal emperor Shah Jahan was looking for a dessert that was as pure and white as the Taj Mahal. His chefs experimented with different ingredients and finally settled on ash gourd, sugar, and water, which resulted in the creation of Petha. The crystallized pumpkin candy soon became popular amongst locals and tourists alike, and it's still a favorite treat for anyone who visits Agra.

Agra Petha Sweet is a translucent, soft candy that is made from ash gourd, also known as a pumpkin. It has a unique crunch that hits your palate as soon as you bite into it. What makes Agra's famous sweet Agra ka Petha stand out from other factory-produced candies is that it is free from additives and flavorings. It's an emotion and a deeply nostalgic one for Agraites. Agra pethas are a true reflection of Agra's culinary treasures, and Bansiwala is here to bring you the best of the best.

Classic Petha

For Agraites, Petha is not just a sweet treat; it's an emotion. A deeply nostalgic one at that. Agra's traditional Petha is a naturally sweet, soft, and translucent candy made from Ash gourd, which stands in stark contrast to factory-produced candies loaded with additives and flavorings. With its unique texture and an instant rush of sweetness, Petha is a one-of-a-kind treat. While Pethas have evolved with time, Bansiwala has remained true to the original taste of this classic candy with  Classic Pethas. Our commitment to authenticity ensures that you can savor the true essence of Agra's Petha with every bite.

Angoori Petha

It's truly amazing how the beloved Petha has undergone several transformations over time, resulting in a diverse range of Petha varieties, each with its unique taste and devoted following. One such member of the Petha family that has captured the hearts and taste buds of many is the Angoori Petha.

The Angoori Petha is a delicacy made by coating round balls of ash gourd with slaked lime, followed by boiling them in sugar syrup. This process creates a distinct texture and flavor that sets it apart from other Petha varieties. But that's not all - the Angoori Petha is elevated further with the addition of pure saffron strands, which impart a mesmerizing amber hue to the sweet treat, along with a delicate flavor and heavenly aroma.

It's no surprise that the Angoori Petha has become a popular choice amongst Petha enthusiasts. Its unique combination of flavors and textures makes it a treat that's hard to resist. So, the next time you find yourself craving something sweet, do yourself a favor and indulge in a piece of delicious Angoori Petha. You won't be disappointed!

Paan Petha

Petha, a timeless delight with its sweet and scrumptious magic, has captured the hearts of generations of food enthusiasts. To keep up with changing times and introduce a fresh spin, new Petha varieties have emerged. Among them, Paan Petha stands out as the king of all mithais due to its culinary skill and stunning creativity. A blend of conventional paan ingredients like pan chutney powder, crunchy cashews, and fresh gulkand is encased in a Petha coating, forming an exquisite representation of an actual paan. Renowned for its succulent taste and refreshing quality, Paan Petha is perfect for savoring on a hot summer's day or as a satisfying post-meal treat.

Chocolate Petha

This heavenly combination is bound to captivate your senses and leave you yearning for more. The name itself sparks curiosity and excitement. It's not often that one encounters a dessert that blends the goodness of chocolate with the purity of Petha, a match truly made in heaven. Our chocolate Petha was created to meet the growing demand for something new and different while retaining the comforting familiarity of Petha. The succulent Petha is dipped in a luscious layer of sucrose and chocolate, producing a flavor that is both distinct and delicious. As the rich, melted chocolate coating hardens, it creates a satisfying crunch and mouthfeel that will leave you craving more.

Raspberry Petha

Our newest Raspberry Petha range is guaranteed to bring a "berry" special smile to your face. Made with Ash gourd (pumpkin), sugar, and fresh raspberries, this delectable treat is packed with love and sweetness, with a tantalizing hint of raspberry. Indulge in the juicy and crunchy texture of this Petha, and satisfy your sweet cravings while leaving yourself wanting more.

Indulge in the goodness of Agra Petha and treat your taste buds to the rich flavors of this iconic dessert. Whether you're a fan of the Classic Petha or want to try something new and exciting like the Angoori, Paan, Chocolate, or Raspberry Petha, Bansiwala has got you covered.

Moreover, with Bansiwala's convenient and hassle-free online ordering system, you can enjoy the authentic flavors of Agra's famous Petha without leaving the comfort of your home. No more waiting in long lines or rushing to the nearest sweet shop to satisfy your cravings. With just a few clicks, you can have your favorite sweets and savories delivered right to your doorstep.

In conclusion, Agra's best Petha is not just a dessert, it's an emotion. With its rich history and wide variety of flavors, it's a must-try for all dessert lovers. And with Bansiwala, you can relish the authentic taste of Agra's famous sweet Petha without any hassle. So go ahead, order now, and treat yourself to the goodness of this iconic dessert.

[sitp-recs]

(Perfect artwork for Modern Love, by @cambiodipolvere)

Today is the day of one of my favorite people! And I totally resent @tackytigerfic and Starry for almost sharing the same birthday, god the STRESS 😂 Tacky is my first and closest fandom friend. We clicked together so fast and easy that sometimes it feels like I’ve known her all my life, like we’re two dog moms living in the same neighborhood who happen to read fic in their free time. Despite our conflicting time zones and crazy schedules we manage to chat every other day, tagging and sending each other all kinds of stuff, coming together to cry scream about a brilliant fic we’ve just read or shaking our heads in embarrassment at every other unnecessary bullshit post. Tacky’s bright and wise energy uplifts my spirit even on my moody days, and makes me grateful for her friendship and for this fandom life. Okay so this got long and I had to put the rest under the cut:

It’s such a lovely and precious thing, to have someone with whom you can share every single thought that crosses your mind, your scariest, most embarrassing, petty or disturbing idea, without fear of being shamed or judged by it. I trust Tacky with all my heart to hear me out, share a joke or a piece of advice, even on the (rare) occasions when we don’t get the same perspective - that doesn’t happen often when it comes to Drarry, as we are taste twins!

Tacky my darling, you’re such a good person, and such an incredible friend. Thank you for introducing me to this lovely community, for being my safe haven and your unique self, with so many qualities I admire and feel inspired by: kind, witty, earnest, wise, and so very human. I love your humour and empathy, and your chill yet no-nonsense personality; I love your talent and how articulated you are; I love your passion for Drarry, and how you let this emotion inform the way you navigate the fandom and create for it. And god, but you’ve been creating some of the most beautiful content I’ve seen in these recent years! I’m permanently in awe of your ability to write Drarry in any shape, format or length, transforming even the most ordinary moment into an extraordinary and meaningful piece of character or relationship development. You know how you mentioned yesterday that some authors change the way you feel about a ship in a deep, definitive way? Well, you are that author for me. Your works made me fall in love with M-rated contemplative romance, and also allowed me to fall in love with Harry in a way I never thought it was possible before.

Some people - myself included - got to know you through the fun and intriguing A Lick and a Promise, others through the atmospheric and sensitive Modern Love, others through your contemplative and heartbreaking short form. Each story has its merits and purpose, and all of them share a Tacky trademark: the heartkick factor! Your talent has no limits and goes across different genres and tropes, that you explore with a bold twist full of personality and heart. And even more impressive is your consistency at always raising the bar - every new fic of yours becomes an instant fave and makes me think “wow I thought Tacky couldn’t get better yet here we are”. Seeing how your writing evolves as you find your narrative voice is a beautiful and humbling experience, I feel so lucky!

I’m really grateful for being active in the fandom at this moment in time, because that allows me to read and engage with your brilliant work, and to have you as a dear friend. I can’t wait to see what comes out of your beautiful brain next. It was an impossible job choosing a single fic to rec today, so I decided to do a belated Tacky reclist! Naturally these are my personal and biased must-reads, and I urge everyone to go check these beauties right now. Feel free to include your own favorites too, and don’t forget to leave them some appreciation.

Happy happy birthday my darling Tacky! This fandom life wouldn’t be the same without you. I hope you have the amazing day you deserve!

Between the Power Lines (2020, M, 3.2k)

The road trip fic you didn’t know you needed. I got utterly immersed in the heartbreaking quietness of this, feeling like a witness to an ordinary yet poignant love story. Such tender intimacy, such character development, such lovely American aesthetics with barely any dialogue. This is, IMO, the fic that reveals Tacky’s triumph in storytelling.

Even the Night (2020, M, 3.4k)

This fic has a surreal atmosphere, those Midsummer vibes unbelievably sexy and intoxicating linked to the sensorial experience of fumbling together in the night. Masterclass in tension building, a silky and languid dream-like affair.

Aim for my Heart (2021, M, 3.4k) - Harry/Draco/Ron

One of the most sensitive and stunning portraits I’ve ever seen of a poly/triad relationship, this fic packs so much character and longing! It’s a privilege to watch Ron and Draco’s tentative dynamics through the smitten eyes of the one person that loves them like no one else: Harry.

The Long Fall (2021, M, 3.6k)

I can’t even write about this tender domesticity without getting a lump in my throat. Best opening scene I’ve read in years, and a refreshing way to approach both mpreg and parenthood, painfully honest and lovely. This became an immediate comfort read for me, and it’s probably one of the fics I revisit the most.

Mortal Frame (2021, M, 6.6k)

This thrilling, fast-paced spy story left me breathless since the first paragraph, gods what an immersive ride! I’m so here for Drarry on the run, sharp and urgent with danger but mellowed by the silent trust and tender intimacy only Tacky can master. Major bonus points for the brilliant take on the Horcrux hunt plot line!

Last Offices (2020, M, 6.7k)

Oh, this fic 💔 I tend to avoid MCD but there’s something so deeply fascinating about body washing rituals that I caught myself mesmerized by this. I just couldn’t put it down, so emotionally compromised I felt. There’s a sort of strange comfort in the heartbreak of doing one last act of service out of devotion to someone. This fic inspired so many difficult but lovely feelings in me, and one of them was hope. Only Tacky could possibly achieve that!

Our Little Life (2020, M, 7.2k)

Inventive and singular, this story hit me straight on the solar plexus and left me speechless as I saw the (clever, magical and bittersweet) plot unravel. Such a fabulous take on alternate universes and all the angst potential behind it. Come and bask in the yearning melancholia of a short yet intricate and perfectly executed plot.

And One to Play (2019, E, 21k)

What a fun and delightful fic, I can’t have enough of pining Harry losing all sense of propriety when faced with a hot, competent and pragmatic Draco. This has fab dynamics, unhinged protectiveness, even more unhinged attraction between two idiots who can’t keep their hands off each other. A must-read for any Auror partners fan!

A Lick and a Promise (2019, E, 55k)

Hot, BAMF Professors carefully balancing a fuck buddies situation while solving a Hogwarts mystery, do we need anything else? I certainly do not. This fic is so fun and intriguing and immersive, with amazing supportive cast and a delicious get together feat secret shagging and oblivious pining. Love it!

Modern Love (2020, E, 61k)

My favorite read of 2020, this fic is a love letter to Drarry and will always hold a piece of my soul. Sensitive, wistful, tenderly aching and so very romantic, this is a Muggle Draco triumph with a superb Harry, exquisite slow burn and a side of suds comfort. I promise it will be impossible to listen to Bowie again without thinking of this love story.

Bonus: five stunning drabbles!

Something in the Way (2021, T, 119 words)

“Up,” he said, and Draco, sick with love, raised his arms above his head and allowed Potter to slide the jumper on him, big hands stroking it flat over Draco’s stomach until they both shivered.

Stir-Up Sunday (2020, M, 300 words)

“I want you always,” he said, tugging again on the fine curling length of it. “Is it okay to say that?”

Whalebone Arch (2021, M, 722 words)

“Are you still not talking to me?” Draco steered Harry towards the crisps. “Do I have to suck you off in the loo to cheer you up?”

Semiplume (2021, T, 923 words)

“Did you know,” Harry murmured, and he put his arms around Draco, fearless. “I’d be your mate. If you needed a mate, I mean.”

Relic Radiation (2021, M, 927 words)

“You’ll kill me,” Harry said, and Draco turned his face towards the darkened sky, lunar pale, his profile some stupid unearthly thing—a flaring blazar, a supernova—in the light from the kitchen window.

[jaskierswolf]

My fic for the Bog Exchange! @officerjennie I hope you like it!

1.7k of soft smutty Geraskier at Kaer Morhen.

CW: 18+ for sexy times, but the soft kind.

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Winter at Kaer Morhen was usually a quiet affair. It was time for the witchers to recuperate from their year on the path. It was a long and arduous trek up the mountain and the keep itself was crumbling, but it was still home. Fires roared within the stone corridors of Kaer Morhen, lighting up the eerie rooms with a flickering orange glow. The remaining witchers could often be found in the evenings curled up by the large fireplace in the living area, enjoying the time they had together before they had to head back out to the harsh world of the Continent.

This year was different.

This year music had arrived. Geralt had practically carried his shivering bard through the heavy doors of Kaer Morhen and into the courtyard. No human was meant to survive that journey alone and Jaskier had suffered. It had taken a few days for him to get back on his feet, but he’d settled in well with the witchers. It was liveliest the keep had been in years. Lambert had brought a friend along from the road, another witcher from the School of Cat, and even Eskel had invited Coën from the Griffins to join them.

It was almost like the old days.

And Geralt was at peace.

He laughed more than he had in years, quietly tapping his toes along to the songs that Jaskier played for them each evening, basking in the attention of his friend turned lover. Jaskier was like the sun that shone, warming Geralt’s heart with his easy affection and love, and in turn Geralt was finally starting to thaw after years of endless winter.

He crawled up the bed and captured Jaskier’s lips in a kiss. The bard had been wittering away about all and nothing, his eyes sparkling like the oceans in the sun. Geralt had been thrilled to learn that the most effective way of silencing Jaskier was by kissing him, and it was something he took full advantage of. Jaskier’s words were instantly muffled as he melted into the kiss, his hands landing on Geralt’s arse.

The kiss was a lazy sort, as they took time to explore each other, but it didn’t take long for Jaskier’s heartbeat to pick up and Geralt could smell his growing arousal. Jaskier giggled as they broke apart. His lips were swollen and his eyes dark with hunger, but it was the bright smile that made him utterly irresistible. He looked at Geralt like he hung the fucking moon and Geralt was useless to resist. He would love this man until they were torn apart by the cruel hand of Time.

“I wasn’t finished talking, Geralt!” Jaskier whined.

Geralt scoffed, chuckling as he took Jaskier’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together. He sat back on his heels and rolled his eyes. “You’re never done talking, bard.”

“It is my profession!”

“Hmm.”

“See! At least one of us has to… hmmph!” Jaskier cut off as Geralt kissed him again. He tugged at Jaskier chemise and they broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over Jaskier’s head. The offending item was discarded without a care swiftly followed by Geralt shirt. Jaskier whined and tugged at the ties of Geralt’s trousers. “Get these off!”

“Patience, Jask.”

“Fuck you!”

Geralt smirked and winked at his lover. “Maybe after.”

Jaskier scoffed and pulled Geralt back down into another kiss. Hands clawed at bare skin and Jaskier’s fingers threaded into Geralt’s hair, scraping at his scalp. The sensation sent shivers down his spine and he bit at Jaskier’s lower lip. Jaskier moaned deliciously. Oh, if only his audience could hear the music that Jaskier made when they were alone. Geralt growled moving his lips from Jaskier’s pretty pink lips, nipping along his jaw before kissing his neck, sucking at the tender flesh until it began to bruise. Jaskier gasped and panted, fingernails scratching at Geralt’s back.

They were both hard, erections rubbing against each other, but it wasn’t close enough. Geralt needed to feel Jaskier. He needed his skin against Jaskier’s, his cock deep in his arse. He pulled away from his lover’s neck reluctantly. Jaskier pouted up at him, looking completely delectable. It made Geralt wonder how he’d been able to resist the bard for so long. Now that he had him, he never wanted to let Jaskier go.

He sat up just long enough to tug his trousers and small clothes off, before shuffling down the bed, nose pressing against Jaskier’s hard cock through his trousers.

“Geralt…” Jaskier gasped, his hand once again in Geralt’s hair, pushing his face closer.

Geralt hummed and mouthed at Jaskier’s erection before unlacing the soft silk trousers and pulling them down Jaskier’s legs, revealing the thick muscular thighs. Geralt trailed kisses along Jaskier’s inner thighs.

“Geralt, please, I want you in me!” Jaskier whined breathlessly, a sharp tug in Geralt’s hair.

He moaned and kissed the length of Jaskier’s cock before grabbing the oil from the dresser. He would have plenty of time to worship Jaskier’s body later, but his bard was right. He needed him. It was a desperate ache in the pit of his stomach to hold the bard as tight as he could, until they couldn’t tell where one body began and another ended. He quickly coated his fingers in oil. He kissed Jaskier’s knee as he spread his legs, then push a finger inside. Jaskier let out the most sinful moan, arching off the mattress.

“Fuck… Geralt….”

Geralt smirked, lavishing Jaskier’s thighs with kisses, sucking bruises into the pale skin as he slowly began to work his lover open. Jaskier was always so responsive to his touch. It was captivating, addictive and completely entrancing. Geralt felt Jaskier’s love with every gasp and moan and sigh. Geralt’s name sounding like a prayer as a second finger joined the first. Each pump of Geralt’s fingers had Jaskier writhing. It took all his self control not to take Jaskier’s cock into his mouth, but he wanted to make this last. He wanted to watch Jaskier falling apart on his fingers.

“More, Geralt, darling… please!” Jaskier gasped as he pushed back against Geralt’s hand. “Please, I love you, Geralt.”

Geralt watched his lover, pretty as a picture, laid out so beautifully for him on the bed. It was the most stunning sight that Geralt had ever seen, and one that he wouldn’t ever get used to no matter how many times they lay together. He kissed up Jaskier’s torso, his muscles rippling under Geralt’s lips. He pushed a third finger inside Jaskier as he flicked his tongue against Jaskier’s nipple. Jaskier cursed, babbling nonsense already. Geralt couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Even in the bedroom Jaskier wasn’t one for silence. It was… endearing.

And Geralt was unreasonably in love with him.

He hummed, a content purr rumbling in his chest as he finally captured Jaskier’s lips once more. Jaskier held Geralt’s face between his hands, holding him close. “Gods, I love you, my dear, I love you.”

Geralt bumped their noses together. “I love you too, you ready?” He pushed his fingers deeper, brushing against that sweet spot that really made Jaskier sing. He took Jaskier answering moan as yes and pulled his fingers out.

“Fuck, Geralt, darling, Gods,” Jaskier panted against his lips.

Geralt stroked himself to make sure he was slick and ready to enter Jaskier without hurting his precious bard, then he slowly pushed inside. He grunted as the heat enveloped him. Jaskier swore loudly and his head fell back against the pillows. “Oh gods, fuck!”

Geralt felt like he was on fire. Every cell in his body burned, yearning to be closer to this gorgeous creature underneath him. He didn’t move, pressing his face into the crook of Jaskier neck as they both adjusted to the sudden rush of emotions and sensations that sparked between them. “Jask…” Geralt’s voice cracked as he held Jaskier close to him.

Jaskier sighed happily as Geralt was finally fully seated inside him. He trailed his fingers, feather light, over the skin on Geralt’s back. Geralt hummed, he knew his bard was painting pictures, probably something flowery.

Geralt breathed heavily, swallowing as he finally felt complete again. He pulled back so he could see Jaskier’s face. The bard was a mess, a beautiful mess, and his. His face was flushed and his hair was sweaty, sticking to his forehead. Geralt was almost overwhelmed by the sheer adoration in his gaze.

“I love you,” Geralt whispered, stroking Jaskier’s cheek.

Jaskier giggled and reached up to kiss him. When Geralt finally started to move, slow thrusts that were more of a tease than anything else, Jaskier’s laughs broke into breathy moans.

It had lost the desperate heat from before but neither of them cared. They were together, and time became meaningless. At one point, Jaskier rolled them over so he could ride Geralt, and he looked like a deity, a temptress put on the Continent just for Geralt.

Jaskier laughed as he leant forward to kiss Geralt again. Geralt hadn’t never laughed during sex before Jaskier but fuck, it was the most exquisite sight that Geralt had ever beheld. He smiled against Jaskier’s lips, rocking up into him. Jaskier gasped and pressed his forehead against Geralt’s.

“Oh darling,” he sighed “you feel heavenly.”

Geralt agreed. The slow build of pleasure was almost torturous and now it felt like the entire castle was burning around them. Every touch between them sparked, every breath felt like a gift from the gods. It was such sweet torture and he almost never wanted it to end, but it didn’t take much longer for the desperation to return. Jaskier whined as Geralt rolled them back over, pounding into his lover erratically, savouring every sound he pulled from his bard’s lips. A song that would forever haunt his dreams.

By the time Jaskier came Geralt was barely hanging on, too caught up in his own pleasure. “Oh gods, Geralt…” Jaskier cried, breathless and beautiful, a nymph, a demon, a siren.

Geralt grunted, following Jaskier over the edge with one last thrust. Silence fell over their room, save for their heavy breathing and fluttering of heart beats. Geralt buried his nose in Jaskier’s neck, letting the familiar scent of lavender ground him.

“Don’t move,” Jaskier whispered.

“I won’t,” Geralt promised. They would have to get up eventually but for now Geralt was quite content to stay where he was, joined to his love in every way.

[opalescient]

haikyuu fic recs — the most beautiful, lovely, breathtaking masterlist (vol. I)

so i’ve been binging fics to cure my sadness, and i thought that these select masterpieces were too magnificent to not be plastered on every billboard ever. some tore my soul into shreds, while others melted said shreds back whole, but all of them made me feel some form of sheer, unadulterated love, so. please enjoy! 🥰⛅️✨

note: all of these fics are exquisite and you should read all of them, but if you’re short of time, those with ☆ are my all-time favourites!

daisuga

butterfly in the subway by bigspoonnoya ☆ | T

Sugawara Koushi has no idea he's already in love with the man he's supposed to hate.

i lovelovelove how all the concepts tied in together like a perfectly wrapped gift

also very wholesome, made me feel so inexplicably warm. like, love can exist everywhere!!! despite everything!!! that’s just so inspiring

i revisited this many times, i think it was (one of) my first haikyuu fics and honestly. it set the bar so high and i have no regrets

you’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder ☆ | G

“Oh. You're. Not Asahi.”

Calmed down enough that he can speak again, Daichi takes a deep breath, his smile settling on his face easily and wide.

“Not as far as I know, no.”

-

Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.

major, major fluff

the buildup!!!

god this made my yearning for love so much worse

the perfect stranger by downmoon | T

There’s a man standing outside Suga's door.

Scratch that. Start over.

There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.

so domestic please read the entire series from start to finish it has my whole heart

shoyou and tobio as their actual kids 🥺

these two parents are so in love it makes me wanna cry

asanoya

silica sand by lilien passe ☆ | G

Overworked, over-stressed programmer Azumane Asahi works on the top floor of a Shinjuku skyscraper. Nervous around his coworkers and terrified of the long drop on the other side of the window, Asahi falls into a miserable routine, only to have it broken one day by a simple message on the outside of the glass.

PLEASE. so well-written it makes my heart glow and ache simultaneously

made me ascend into asanoya heaven

such a brilliantly unique concept i love it A+

qué syrah syrah by loudlucy | M

Asahi wants to be a Master Sommelier. It's the highest honor in wine service, and the certification would allow him to live the life he's always envisioned for himself. Too bad the certification test is notorious for being the world's most difficult.

Most people fail their first time taking the exam, and Asahi is no exception, but he has more difficulty than most dusting himself off and getting back on his feet. Enter Nishinoya, a young man who shares his same dream, and who believes in their goals so fiercely it forces Asahi to embark on a delicious and sensuous journey of viticulture and validation.

AKA The Wine Tasting AU that literally no one even knew to ask for.

NOTE: You Do Not Need to Know About Wine to Understand This Fic!

another super unique concept!!! (´∀｀=)

my god their chemistry is amazing

the writing made me feel things ngl

stop my bones from wondering by cerasi ☆ | T

After graduation, Asahi hides from the world and needs help from a few sources to find his way back.

i want to write sonnets and sing ballads for this fic, it’s that beautiful

as always, Top Notch Writing *chef’s kiss*

no but i seriously... can i kiss the author? asking for a friend 😳👉🏼👈🏼

iwaoi

star-crossed by starlitcities | T

“I never thought I’d see the day that I’d envy a human,” Oikawa admits, showering himself in tiny suns, because he can actually feels those, like a fusillade of warm kisses on luminous skin that leave marks. To humans, they’d be freckles. Skin stars, Oikawa calls them. He didn’t make that up, a human did.

“Who created the rule that we can’t touch, I wonder,” Iwaizumi ponders, floating heedlessly through space.

“Maybe it’s because we can fly. Humans dream of flying, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

gsjsgsjshsjshsjsj star!iwaoi

they’re LITERALLY STARS

beautifulbeautifulbeautiful i love how the author conveyed the beauty of touch and humanity 🥺🥺

please bless yourself further with the sequel sun-kissed

conquering the great king by suggestivescribe ☆| E

Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

yes.

in fact, this entire series (breaking the rules) features daisuga, kuroken, asanoya and it’s SO GOOD. every single one.

but anyway, character development!!!!! plot!!!!!!!!! writing!!!!!!!! i’m here for it all

tsukkiyama

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon ☆ | M

Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he’s probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he’s at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

SO BEAUTIFUL

i am also a sucker for anything with stars, moons and all the love in between

no words to describe this work of art please just go read it and be blessed

under the lilac tree by raewrites | G

there’s a lilac tree in Kei’s backyard.

gorgeous in its simplicity

softtsukkisofttsukkisofttsukki

not as grandiose as the rest but the love written into every word, action and character is absolutely show-stopping

kagehina

saffron and cayenne pepper by dontsaycrazy ☆ | T

Cooking is hard. Even if you have your very attractive, very grumpy neighbor there to help you.

-

In which Hinata's lack of cooking skills are a danger to him and others. Luckily (or not), Kageyama is willing to teach him, if only for the sake of avoiding any burned down apartments.

the essence of their characters were captured so well and yet it’s like they’re completely new characters too? author, whoever you are, you totally owned this

this made me ship kagehina so hard

fluff! cuteness! lots and lots of cooing!

kuroken

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony ☆ | T

soulmate

/ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ • noun

A person who was made from the same star as you.

-

// Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives.

ahhh here it is. beautiful, heartbreaking, soul-emptying agony. you want angst? choke on this, and your tears later on.

no but seriously please read this if you haven’t you won’t regret it at all i promise

written from kenma’s perspective so you experience every depth and multitude of emotion he does and it’s so raw and- brb imma go cry for a sec

knot in my heart by hearthope | T

There’s a picture. Kenma blinks, looking at the little calico cat, being held up next to the face of a guy with stupidly messy hair and a crooked grin.

Cute.

The— the cat. The cat is cute.

Just the cat.

-

Kuroo starts spending a lot of time at the flower shop Kenma works at. Kenma definitely isn't into him.

okay so i like it when authors unravel a normally stoic character’s full scope of emotion and give them depth, sue me.

anyway, back on the fluff train!

i absolutely f*ck with flower symbolisms, cats and bitchy best friends who have dirt on each other. the layers of romance, friendship and everything in between is so prettily developed 10/10

bokuaka

the jacket you never returned by daisuga ☆☆ | G

He leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery.

He will never remember. Not now, not ever.

What they were will now forever be forgotten.

-

"You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou."

YOU USED TO CALL ME KEIJI, KOUTAROU!!!!!!!!!!

i beg you to listen to Spiegel im Spiegel when it’s first mentioned in the story please

i read this and screamed through my tears for a solid 1.5 hours. i rarely cry.

no f*ckin regrets though i read this thrice already and it hurts so good every time

rules by conesofdunshire ☆☆ | E

In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there's just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.

this fic. this fic has my whole, broken, sobbing heart and laughing soul

gorgeous. breathtaking. magnificent.

bokuto is so WARM and akaashi is so STRONG and they both find the solace they need in each other and it’s all i want for me 😭😭😭

in another life by littleluxray | T

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

this is a famous fic that i doubt any seasoned haikyuu reader wouldn’t know, and RIGHTLY SO BECAUSE, the PAIN. the pain. the pain.

i could feel my lungs shrivel up and my chest cave in on itself. fatigue and rest are things i struggle with too so this whole story resonated with me from start to finish, and it broke me. in like, the best, most revitalising way

i would read this again but it still haunts me at night. i need to heal from the first time before i have the guts to try one more time HAHAHA 😆💔😭

tea-stained polaroids by dalyeau | G

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

mmmmmmm pretty photographer + personalised coffee cups + cute baristas = diabetic fluff fic

i smiled so much throughout this you have no idea. cheeks achey but so good

i may have squealed a little at the ending

kurotsukki

moonfall by batman | T

There is no unlearning Tetsurou, after all. There is only leaving him.

-

(Five things of Tetsurou's that ended up in Kei's home, and one that never left.)

the writing!!!!!! is pure beauty!!!! sheer grace!!!!!!! the construction of the AU and the romanticism and hsjsgsjshsj

didn’t cry but. heart ache and bittersweet smiles are another level of misery that is just as fulfilling

yea just pleasepleasepleaseplease go read it thank you and have a good day

hidden gem by realmSpinner | E

Things get complicated when everything you thought you knew about a guy changes, and they get even more complicated when you actually start liking those changes.

That guy working with you AND becoming your neighbor? That's just a cherry on top of the cake of confusion.

this AU was refreshingly different, and amazingly so

top!tsukki??? sign me the f*ck up

the whole plot, man. perfection.

pings by barfs ☆☆ | T

[5/02/16, 3:50:17 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Please wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:50:23 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I hate begging. You know I hate it.

[5/02/16, 3:50:34 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I bet you’re snickering at that, wherever you are.

[5/02/16, 3:50:53 AM] Tsukishima Kei: But, it keeps hurting and I don’t know why and it feels like shit and I know you could tell me why, but you’re not here and I would really appreciate it if you’d just wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:51:02 AM] Tsukishima Kei: You’re laughing at that too, aren’t you.

[5/02/16, 3:51:10 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Dying is probably up there in the list of top ten shitty things you’ve ever done, and you’ve done a lot of shitty things.

god.

you already know what’s coming, and yet. when it comes.

how the f*ck did the author make grief beautiful????????? (at the expense of me dying along with kei and everyone else i guess)

this fic will ruin you and bury you under all your pain (i hope you’re ready)

but also put you back together with the “sequel”

kyouhaba

close to the chest by darkmagicalgirl | T

It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

cause i’m (not) alright with the slow, burn~

no fr, take slow and burn very seriously

overthinking yahaba? i understand. i do.

again, such an amazing fic; 10/10 recommend

safe here by crossbelladonna ☆ | M

“Raids are routine work,” Kyoutani tells to Yahaba before he can air the question. “Sometimes there is no sleep done until we accomplish something, say kill a certain ghoul. I guess they’re still going through the possibility that people in the accident are still alive huh?”

Yahaba quirks a smile, pushing his mask up his head.

“You’re alive.”

Kyoutani looks at him intently and all of the things that they’ve gone through for the past month seems to flash in his mind.

“Yes I am.”

i haven’t watched tokyo ghoul but i understood everything perfectly. such is the power of f*cking kickass writing

*cue ugly crying and a lot of unresolved angst*

like the grief??????? ruin me please thank you 🙏 (i think i’m a little masochistic)

rare pairs

mannequin men by surveycorpsjean ☆ | M

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tuskishima]

The modelling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path.

In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.

i did not expect this to be good, and it wasn’t. it was SPLENDID.

akaashi is so enamoured with them from the get go i love it

a tiny bit of angst that stabbed me in the heart, but the happy ending soothed it (thankfully, because if there wasn’t one i will sue)

characterisation, writing, plot development; everything is great. can you tell i’m running out of synonyms for ‘beautiful’

feel like gold by heronfem ☆☆ | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/kenma]

In which Kenma is unapologetic and comfortable with who he is, Akaashi learns a lot about himself in a short period of time, Kuroo is wildly in love and an eternal survivor, and Bokuto remembers that love doesn't cure mental illness, but having a support system sure helps a lot.

Or, the one where 4 young men get together, and are helplessly, hopelessly, utterly in love despite everything.

e.e. cummings?? poetry??? f*ck yes

so beautiful. i’m so star-struck by this fic it’s simply stunning

there are no words to fully capture how worth your time and heart and mind reading this fic is so please. do yourself a favour, and fall in love with this fic with me

the sky and guilt are the only feelings i have left by oopsthisisqueertoo ☆☆ | not rated

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo]

Akaashi is at his wits end. He feels nothing. He's quickly crumbling as a human being. He wants nothing but sweet release of death. In his fourth year of college he drafts a plan for his suicide. He is to graduate, publish writing for others to be inspired by, and slip quietly away. Shortly after, he meets a dog walker named Bokuto who asks him out and Akaashi reluctantly agrees. Nothing matters anymore and he treats Bokuto like an obligation. Until he's not anymore.

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPTS & DEPRESSION

this was... this gutted me entirely and filled my body with too many shades of agony

arguably one of the best haikyuu fics i’ve ever read

so beautiful in the most painful way fathomable; strongly recommend

april to may by surveycorpsjean | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tsukishima]

They're an odd family.

The four of them? Parents?

But still, they're a family.

So they'll support each other until the end.

aaahhhhh third gym as parents 🥺

so much fluff. i also love april and may

they’re still so in love there’s love in every millimetre of this fic :”)

that’s it for now! i’ll add more if i come across anymore good fics. i hope you enjoyed this list! if you have any requests/fic recs, or if u just wanna chat, feel free to just ask! hehe 🥰 k aight bye~

[kinsurou]

Your Safe Heaven

Word Count: 2.1K

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+), Comfort Sex, Praise, Unprotected Sex, No beta we die like bisexuals.

First attempt at a Haikyuu fic with our beloved Iwa-chan. Also a small gift for my beloved angel @iwaasfairy, thank you for being such an amazing friend, fairy. I hope you enjoy it!

All Characters are aged up.

He watches the night sky through a closed window, admiring an endless curtain of darkness filled with stars, glimmering elegantly in the middle of the night. He’s already lost count over the years of how many times he’s spent admiring their beautiful, mesmerizing glow….and yet, none of that compared to the endless feeling of pure affection that he felt for you.

His attention is drawn away from that breath-taking scenario by a couple of whimpers barely able to be perceived. His attention goes towards the king-sized bed at the other side of the room, where you’re laying down in a deep slumber, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of panties that are barely covered by the thin, cotton blanket draped over your legs, if he remembers correctly said blanket had been covering your waist less than a few hours ago, so you probably moved it lower with each time you moved in the mattress.

But as much as he’d love to stay in place, stroking your face affectionately and watch this peaceful state of yours, he finally noticed the tears in your face, and once again you began whimpering in your sleep, curling into yourself with each sob crawling its way out of your throat. He knows about those dark thoughts that haunt you and make you feel worthless…

There’s nothing in this world that fueled his anger as badly as watching you suffer at the hands of your own head, he always hated -no, he despised it- when those thoughts come back, haunting you and clawing their way into your heart to fill it with doubts and despair, and although he knew it’s not something that could be fixed in the span of a day, but it didn’t mean he’d just be sitting there and watch that darkness grow, feeding off your pain until it became unbearable.

Hajime’s determined to distract you, even if it’s for a small moment. With that goal in mind he begins crawling in bed, pulling the blankets over the both of you, his arms wrap themselves around your waist to pull your sleeping self back against his chest. Being this close makes it easier to see how much you’re hurting: your whole body is trembling from head to toe, the whimpers become louder, and as he rest his head into your shoulder, he can see the tears making their way out from the corners of your eyes, soaking the fabric of the pillow with every sob.

He hums into the skin of your neck before starting to kiss your cheek tenderly but also flustered, physical affection was always hard from him, and he’s never been one to take the initiative before, but this time he was determined to prove to you just how much you actually mean to him. One of his hands began gliding along your curves, playing with the hem of your -his- shirt and making its way up to caress your chest, the tips of his fingers tracing the outline of your breasts.

Between his delicious touches that lit your body on fire and his soft locks of hair tickling the side of your face, it didn’t take long for you to begin whimpering for a whole different reason and begin squirming in sync with his touch, much to his enjoyment. Is this everything he had been missing? It hasn’t been that long since you both started being intimate, let alone spend the night together.

But then again, that could always change...right?

With that in mind, Hajime buries his face further into your neck and continues kissing all over the skin, feeling himself throbbing in his boxers with every whimper coming out of your lips because of the constant nipping on your shoulder, pleasing him to no end once you finally began to stir awake.

“...Haji?” the grogginess in your voice brings a smile to his face that grows bigger when your eyes meet, he can see your pupils are already dilated from the way he keeps touching you.

“Hey princess.” The peck he leaves at the side of your head is just as affectionate as the feather-like touch he leaves on your sides. There’s goosebumps all over your skin when his hand finally sneaks its way inside your panties, a soft gasp leaves your mouth which Hajime doesn’t miss.

“Wha...What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He gives your neck another kiss “I’m distracting you. So just lay back and let me take care of you, yeah?”

“But, you have work in the--”

He doesn’t let you finish that sentence, capturing your lips both firmly and wavering, suddenly feeling unsure of how to proceed, but the little noises you make when he brushes against your folds with a single finger urges him to continue.

“You know I love you, right?” His eyes are warm and soft, with slight traces of concern deep inside that tell you everything...he knows. The thought alone is almost enough to make you cry all over again. When your body starts trembling again he stiffens momentarily, but he doesn’t allow his doubts to take over and pulls you tighter against his body, almost hard enough to be suffocating if he used just a little more strength.

“Hey, I’m here with you...alright?” He whispers tenderly against your ear. After a few minutes you start calming down and with a small snivel, you give him a small nod after soothing your thoughts, and turn back to look at Hajime with a soft smile. “Now, let me take care of you, babe.”

The room falls silent when he captures your lips for a second time, swallowing your moans once his fingers begin grazing your clit.

“Is this okay?” He’s watching the way your body reacts to his touch with a keen eye. It’s funny, you’ve been intimate with each other in the past and yet he never gets tired of this, of watching you tremble whenever he starts pleasing your body. Is it his hands? his mouth? his cock? it doesn’t matter to him, every single reaction sends him into a frenzy.

But tonight he’s holding back, tonight is all about you.

“I can’t hear you, princess. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Haji. I...I love it when you touch me like that.” You’re already panting hard, bucking your hips slightly against his fingers in hopes of getting that sweet release. “Can you...please touch me some more?”

“Of course.” He kisses your temple one more time, humming in contempt when his fingers slide into your wet pussy, feeling proud of himself once you begin gasping and arching against his hold from the arousal. When your legs begin clenching together, Hajime slid his own leg in between, hitching them open for better access to your sweet core.

“H-Haji!” Your hands are clutching the blankets with force, trembling harder against his unwavering hold, but even with all the trashing in place desperate for release, he refuses to weaken his hold on your body. “I’m close, I’m really close!”

“Mmmmm, you’re close, babe?” You nod desperately. Accidentally brushing against his erection that starts poking your backside, the friction makes him growl and rut against your body, which makes him just as desperate to be inside your soft walls.

It’s in that moment that he pulls his fingers away despite your desperate cries. When you turn back to beg for him to let you cum, the rustle of clothes can be heard clearly, along with his own desperate groans when he manages to free himself from his boxers. 

“Can you fetch the lube?”

“Mhmm.” 

Once he releases you from his grasp, you’re immediately crawling over the mattress to pull open the nightsand’s drawer, where you keep the small bottle he asked for, all while he’s too busy pulling down your soaked panties. With the little bottle in hand, you turn back to him with a desperate look in your eyes, one that yearns for him to make you feel so deliciously good.

As he starts preparing himself, you sit up to try and pull the shirt over your head, just to be interrupted by a strong pair of arms wrapping around you, trapping both of your arms by your sides before pulling your body back on the mattress and tighter than ever against his body.

“Don’t take it off, I love the way my shirts look on you.”

“...Okay.”

His hands tilt your face back just enough to look back at him, and when you see the soothing warmth in those dark eyes, it fills you with a sense of security, like nothing could go wrong when you’re together, bringing a small sense of relief that only Hajime can provide.

“Can I?” He asks quietly, and yet it’s obvious that he’s just as eager and desperate to bury himself between your legs, but the fact that he always had the need to ask for permission before going any further always tugs at your heartstrings.

“Mhmm.” You hum in response, rapidly burrying your face in the pillow from the cold feeling of his fingers lathered with lube, once again burried inside your inner walls, stretching and prepping them nicely, two fingers began curling up inside to caress that sweet spot that made you squirm under Hajime’s hold, who continues with the sweet torture for a bit longer until finally, he just can’t hold it any longer, he needed your body...and he needed it now.

For the second time that night, he pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt, ignoring the protests and your nails digging on his bicep with desperation. And finally, he grabs at the base of his cock and slowly pushes himself inside you.

You both gasp in sync at the sensation, your insides clenching around him so well that Hajime could nearly come undone in that moment, consumed by the exquisite warmth enveloping him in waves, it makes him cling to your body as he gives a single, deep thrust which draws the prettiest moans meant only for his ears.

And in return he growls deeply against your ear, all while he keeps hugging your body firmly against him, driving his cock inside you over and over into the deepest corners of your walls at a delectably enjoyable rhythm.

He tucks your hair away from your flushed face, taking in every expression you make. From the way your eyes close tightly whenever his cock brushes against your cervix, to the way you bite down on your lower lip to hold back a moan, and the little hitch in your breathing when he starts pinching one of your nipples.

But nothing beats the way your body reacts whenever he starts whispering the sweetest things. His endless chanting and praising that sends waves of pleasure feel utterly heavenly, and Hajime could tell how much you enjoyed it from the way your walls keep clenching with every thrust, almost like your body refuses to let go of him out of desperation and bliss.

“Haji…! I’m- ah! I’m close, I’m so close…!” Your body starts convulsing in his arms, the coil inside your stomach threatening to come undone when Hajime starts to pick up speed, but then he takes a hold of your inner thigh and positions it higher, which gives him the chance to ram his cock even deeper inside, the loud squelching that resounds across the bedroom are the final push you need to climax.

With a loud cry, your hand shoots up to tangle on Hajime’s dark locks and pull harshly with every spasm of your walls. After ramming his cock a few more times, he pulls out as fast as possible and just as quickly, his cock releases hot spurts of cum over your folds.

You stay in that same position for some time. Your legs fall limp on the mattress, feeling all warm, numb and sicky. And Hajime’s arms maintain their place around your waist, refusing to let go like his life depended on it.

“I love you, Haji.” He nuzzles your cheek one more time before flipping you over to face him. Out of instinct you snuggle closer into his embrace with pure bliss. There’s no other place in the world where you could always feel as secure as in Hajime’s arms.

“I love you too…” He replies, suddenly rising from bed to hover above your figure with his arms around each side of your flushed face and his thighs trapping your legs in between. “But you didn’t really believe we were done...do you?”

With a smirk on his face, he spreads your legs one more time before pushing himself back inside your sensitive entrance, the push of his pelvis is enough to make you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck. You can hear the ruffle of the sheets where his hands cling to the fabric desperately. 

“Oh we’re far from done. I’m not gonna let you leave this bed until the only thing you can think about is how much I love you.”

Tag list: @hawks-senseis @honeytama @savagetrickster @unbreakableeiji @wakaoujisenhime @fanfic-me-up @sailor-manga @shoutogepi @gr0vndz3ro @divinewhimsy @xplosiveboy @shinsotired

[ficsnroses]

Away - John Wick x Reader

prompt : just some headcanons about how John and reader stay intimate while he’s away working!

warnings : smut. nudity n fluff n stuff hehe

notes : this was requested by a lovely reader who wanted nsfw headcanons that involve distance. please go easy on me, I've been slowly writing these for the past two weeks while simultaneously studying for exams. hope everyone had an amazing halloween! xx

I know its not my best work and its super disorganized, I really just wanted to have something out! I enjoyed writing them though, and it was nice to not care not have to worry about a storyline please be kind ily

Recently, John had been away on a long job. Two months of distance had been awful; you’d spent practically every waking moment together for the past 4 years you’d been together.

For the past two months, you’d been ecstatic to have him back, and he in return had been awaiting the day he’d finally be able to hold you again;

to see you for real, in front of him, to kiss you, to feel that warm chill that entices his bones each time his lips find yours, to fall asleep next to you, where he belongs, to sigh through whispered laughs and quiet kisses in the dark.

To make love to you, something he hadn’t been able to do for far too long.

The distance was tough; perhaps the greatest of plights was being unable to physically show you how much he needs you, how much he wants you.

This relationship was something special; something just yours, and his. And that was the most wonderful part of all;

This little piece of glory, was just yours, and his.

You recall the first time you’d made love to him, after a couple months of seeing each other. You remember, he’d grinned at your every joke, you’d pulled him closer with every twitch of his mouth. His lips had adorned each inch of your skin; the painted marks and intimate bruises bedecked across each other’s skin had made you both blush rosy hues the next morning; awoken by the warm morning glow kissing your bodies; nestled together in the beautiful morning’s haven.

Since, you’d spent countless nights together. Sex was your way of showing each other love, the intimacy was something you both needed.

However, neither of you had planned on John needing to be away from you for an extra month last minute; a tougher job at hand than initially thought.

“I can’t believe we need to wait another month.” You soundlessly whisper over the phone line, a hand rested to your chest, tired eyes frowning, the thought of being away from your love for longer than intended feeling like a cut to your heart.

“I know baby. I’m sorry.” He explains, voice beautifully rich, smoked, yet held with that certain warm affection, reserved uniquely for you. “Please don’t forget how much I love you.”

It had begun to feel lonely around the house, two months of fetch with Dog and lonesome nights burrowed in on the couch were beginning to not avail; the smell of John’s skin had been fading away unsteadily.

His pillow had begun to rid of that special scent of his aftershave,

The smell of his preferred coffee roast had begun to remind you of him being near, when you’d brew a pot in thought of his hands curled around yours on easy mornings, the way he’d quietly sip, fingers tracing yours; a desperate attempt to feel him around when he wasn’t physically there by you.

Through daily calls, check up and check ins, texts, and videos, you’d been making do, however.

John would call you at breakfast each morning to make sure you’d slept well and ate something; he’d never let his weary head fall pressed to his own pillow without a call to tell you he loves you, and thought of you while passing a flower shop earlier.

John thinks of you all day, each day spent away. It went to show how much you’d really become part of him, part of what matters to him.

In the little things; such as when he sits down for his afternoon coffee. The Continental had been home to him for a long time before he’d met you; it held people he knew, collogues, associates. For many, work means anything but home. But for John, John Wick, who constituted nothing more than the last face damned souls saw before darkness, it felt as if all he knew.

He found familiarity within the crème, golden marbled walls and weary eyes that feared him.

Now, however, after meeting you, falling in love with you, he thinks to himself, sitting in the café of the hotel as the silver spoon swirls a clink in the fine china coffee cup.

That this, this simple thing he does on routine afternoons, would be much better with his heavenly love nestled into his side.

Would be sweeter with the weight of your smaller hand held around his. Would be warmer, with the sound of your sweet giggle tuneful on the tip of your tongue as you smile, and smile at one of his corny jokes.

You’d been sending him pictures of Dog, and little projects you’d been working on day to day. You’d been calling him to make sure he’d taken care, that he’d been tending to any littered mauve bruises and resting up. You’d been asking him to be kind to himself; something you’d often have to do for him, because your John, had never done so to himself.

You love each other, so you’d been making do.

Needless to say, having John physically not around had built up much pent up…frustration.

It had been two months since you’d had sex, and you’d swore you’d been finding yourself driven a little crazier each day without. John felt the same; lonesome nights spent alone in the solitude walls of the continental without you by his side had been proving harsh.

Of course, you’d been making do. The intimacy John and you shared was something special, something only you and him had the right to relish in. Addicting, mesmerising, that intimacy was something neither of you were willing to give up; thousands of miles of distance between or not.  

On a quiet weeknight evening, a finished job lays completed behind, a tired John finding refuge in the deep pleated sheets of his king sized bed. With his slacks kicked off and discarded below, he knows tonight would require something more than the sting of an amber Bourbon enjoyed alone;

Tonight he’d need release; and he’d needed it to come with the sight of you, your voice a sonata on the other end.

Phone sex had been a reoccurring theme upon your time spent apart;

John works hard,

John has needs. And the only person that can take care of him, had always been only you.

When at home, John often found himself dreading the haul of his worn out limbs, basking in the quietude of the house after a finished job forgotten behind. His favourite way to wind down of course,

involved being buried between your thighs; deep, whenever he wanted, however he wanted. The safest, warmest, most liberating haven he’d had the pleasure of enjoying sanctuary within.

Being away from you however, John often found himself needing your voice on the other end, to let the grisly deeds of the day wash away, allow a melting warmth to cascade over each hungering inch of his body.

“Hi baby,” You’d purr on the other end, perhaps sprawled upon your shared California King, or nestled within the steaming hues of a well needed soak in the master bath. “Are you touching yourself, John?” sultry, bewitching, his eyes roll to the back of his head, breathy gasps and hallow exhales fleeing to the sound of your inquisitive lips on the other end of the phone line. “Pull your cock out for me, baby.” You instruct, finding a burn throb to your feverishly heating center, allowing two measly fingers to explore yourself as you hear him twitch on the other end.

His eyes drift shut, and he remembers the feeling of you. he remembers the way your sweet, sweet pussy moulds perfectly just to him; just for him.

You’d purr, and hum, sending vibrations tingling down the column of his neck, his manhood yearning to remember the feel of your wet, sloppy lips taking well care of him, just as you’d done hundreds of times before. His palm lazily laps his shaft, tightening, pumping and pumping, chasing the memory of you as he swirls thin drops of seeping pre cum douse his glistening tip to the sound of your voice.

“Fuck, sweetheart” His tender cock jolts, hard erect to a pounding ache. “I need you so much.” his buttery voice allows, falling back on tired bones with his creamy release sputtered onto crisp white bed sheets. The bed falls hallow, the spot to his left where your body should be nestled, vacant.

That vacant spot kills him a little more each day. Chips away at his sanity just a little more, day by day. Each inch of him longs for you, each part waits for the time he’ll finally find you buried within his arms, and he swears, when it happens,

He’ll never let you go.

He’ll hold you all night, he’ll make up for each lost kiss.

He’ll steal quiet laughs, tender touches in the dark, and he’ll remember; that he has a home to come to now. That someone hopes, waits for him each second he’s away.

Of course, being each other’s meant seeing things only the other had the right to see.

The first time John ever sent a nude had been to you. Although tech savvy, John hadn’t paid much attention to his phone and the world it opened, before it had become a portal to you when he’d have to be away.

You however, had been sending him countless pictures, whenever time allowed.

John worshipped you, John fell so wholly in love with every single inch of your skin, your mind, your spirit.

And you best believe he’d never let that little bit of madness die; even if far away physically.

You take pictures for John often, for his prying eyes to relish. Fully nude, fully on display for him to see, to devour.

Whether it be embellished in deliciously embroidered lingerie that compliments all the exquisite curves of your figure, or completely bare, pert breasts free, accompanied by smooth, satin skin falling in channeled glows.

You adore modelling all your favourite lingerie pieces for John, most of them being things he picked out for you.

Lingerie shopping with John was a treat of the kindest; the way he’d watch you try on all the skimpy laced pieces, the sweet symphony of his quiet, warm lips on your neck as his palms glaze over your figure send shivers down your spine in remembrance.

“Get it all, baby. I can’t wait to take these off you tonight.” He’d whisper in your ear, earnest, rich.

John saves each and every picture you send him. For John, nothing compares to the way the mere sight of your body causes a tent to rise in his pants.

To feel lucky was an understatement. As he sits alone, phone equipped in stocky hand, he opens the album locked away, hidden in his phone, filled full with nothing but pictures you’ve sent him.

John’s camera roll is already brimmed with the golden glow of your beautiful smile, even his lock screen captures a striking sight of you, candidly posing with Dog. His two favourite things in his favourite picture ever.

But this secret album…this album is something only his eyes may see. These are pictures of all of you, for the taking. Each tender swell, delicate curve of your chest, the perk of your nipples, that searing sulteur in your eyes when you take pictures for him this way. Everything is locked away, hidden. Kept secure for him to see, whenever, wherever he needed the sight of your heavenly figure to get him a quick fix.

Of course, John and you have also done frequent video calls. Most often, they compose of catching up, or perhaps a dinner shared over the blue lit screen with your love, or a pre bedtime video chat to catch up, to tell him you love him.

That was something John missed the most. Spending time with you in the most mundane of ways; sipping on a cup of morning French roast as his hand holds yours, the other absentmindedly browsing the newspaper.

But sometimes,

The videos were a bit more intimate.

“Lay back and touch yourself, sweetheart.” A raspy voiced John whispers, heavy cock sheathed in his hand as his eyes gloss over the screen, where the image of you on the other end sits, decorated in his favourite black babydoll. “Show me what you do when I’m not there.” The sound of his inquisitive voice is killing you, and a whimper falls your throat when you watch the throb of his sizeable cock seeping those much familiar drops of pre cum in his hand. He touches himself as well, tenderly, slowly, eyes never leaving you.  

You miss cumming together with John. Video chats provided a quick fix indeed, yet compared nothing to the weight of his body on yours, his rosy skin sticking with your supple, silky touch.

You miss sex with John far too much to comprehend, far too much to explain. Each part of it, the burning pain you feel when the bulk of his cock glides into you, the way his impending tip grinds your G spot. The way he eats you out, lapping your nectar as his tongue expertly flicks your folds, hands graciously soothing over your thighs. You miss the sounds of his mouth, the wetness, the slicking, his soft moans and heartfelt groans. You miss the way he builds that long inside your stomach; the way his generous length dips in inch by inch, slowly, leaving you practically gushing and quivering for him before he’s even picked up pace. You miss the sound of the bed creaking to his hasty thrusts in the middle of the night, your arms and legs securely rapped around him as he pounds into you, the sounds of skin slapping skin and his moans mixed with your yelps ceasing the room. And the best part of it all,

You miss the way his hand would never let go of yours through it all. You yearn for the ache John leaves between your legs. You miss being reminded of him for days when he’d fuck you oh so well.

Until then however, John invested in a few sex toys to keep his lady satisfied while he’s away. His favourite of the bunch, being a pair of vibrating panties controlled from the comfort of his phone.

His mouth almost envies the set for being able to satisfy you the way he longs to. To be able to taste you the way he craves.

On a particularly stifling evening, he’d asked you to go to bed wearing them, only to awaken you the next morning with the feel of them sending wavelengths of pleasure building in your core. John had been increasing the intensity on the other end, the same way he’d make music with his lips pressed to your clit.

“John…John please..” you’d wail, squirming, knowing he’d be hot and aroused to the sounds you’d spill just for him.

With a phone call in-between, he’d listened to your tender moans and gaspy sighs. Your cries of his name had gotten him through the day, had him hunger for the evening when he’d call you once again, only to have you whisper sinful yearnings in his ears, as the nights before.

The distance had been tough, and it would continue to be.

But it would be so worth it, to soon have the man of your dreams back where he’d belonged.

John would remind you daily of how everything he did, had only been for you. Everything your boulder of a man does, is only for you.  

His love runs deep, perhaps deeper than you know.

You await the day you’d be able to find yourself tucked away in his embrace in the midnight eve, pillow talk on mind, soft giggles let into the night. You wait for the day you’ll be able to know he’s safe, beside you. that he’s dreaming of sunshine and waterfalls, that he’s resting at last, pressed to your chest.

But until then, you wait. You wait, with murals and daydreams of nothing but him, painting your thoughts;

and frequent check ins, soft ‘I love you’s’ over a much too distant phone line, having to suffice.

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