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serapheemz · 8 months

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‧₊˚🖇️✩ His home

The relationship between you and the Sky Casino manager grows wildly to the point you feel as if you had to give into your desires.

ADDITIONAL : Sigma is a bottom ; There's some praise kink sprinkled in there ; First time ; Handjob ; Blowjob ; Gentle sex ; Mind break, kinda ?

Author's note : This is a really short drabble, around 800 words, apologies for not writing a full on oneshot today as I'm feeling pretty icky 🤧

Sigma is and has always been a gentle soul.

You caught yourself being infatuated by him. It could've easily been because he was the only sane member of the Decay of Angels, but deep down you felt it was because his loneliness made your heart sting and your stomach tingle with excitement.

He was one to easily break, and willingly surrender, unlike your colleagues. It was a nice change of pace when you were around him, to say the least.

Whenever Nikolai's or Fyodor's etiquette and actions got to your head, annoying the hell out of you, you'd find yourself hanging around him.

It never occurred to you until recently that he'd become rather attached to you.

Every day he'd discover a new way to be around you. He didn't even need to talk or look at you. His heart fluttered from just sharing the same sofa or bench as him.

You knew of his longing for a home. You guessed he had found it.

You were his home.

You thought of those words one night, replaying them in your head over and over again, and for some reason, your cheeks turned scarlet and your heart beat melodiously in your chest. You had just about forgotten Sigma's head was resting on your shoulder as he peacefully breathed, slowly, in and out, seemingly smiling. Perhaps he was dreaming of something nice.

You couldn't contain your enthusiasm when you heard him softly moan your name in his sleep.

Nevertheless, when he woke up, things took a more sinister turn.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

You pumped your hand around his thrumming shaft, spitting a glob of your saliva and watching it drip down to his balls, where your hands gently fondled.

Only god knows what Sigma was thinking in the moment. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded in lust, his hands gripping the pillow underneath his palm. You swore he was in a state of delirium as you worked your hands around and down his dick.

"You okay?" You spoke, lips latched on his tip, tongue circling it, feeling the crevices.

God, you were destroying the poor guy.

Your touches and kisses to his cock sent terrifyingly pleasurable tremors down his spine, to his stomach where he felt another orgasm coil up and break him down further.

He mumbled and looked away, desperately searching for an object to fixate his attention on, just not you. It wouldn't work, of course. He found himself unable to control his whines anymore, letting them spill and spill from his lips till all you could make out were his begs to come.

"Y-yes, 'm fine... co-com...in..." He sputtered, hand clasping against his mouth.

Obviously, you wouldn't let him do that, not when he was so close to finishing. You slowly raised yourself on your two feet, meeting him at eye level, carefully removing his hand and holding it in your own.

"Look at me, sweetheart." You whispered and he whined, listening cautiously to your words. "You gotta calm down, okay? Hold my hand." He gripped it, trying to ground himself as your hands heightened their speed, squeezing ever so gently around the base of his cock.

"Y-yes, uh-huh...?"

"I know you wanna come, so lay back, you're tense. You'll hurt yourself if you don't relax."

Sigma did exactly as you told him. What a good boy he was. You swore you felt a pang in your heart when you saw how obedient he was, listening to you and following your orders like some sort of dog. It was all too cute.

He leaned back on the bed, giving you space to inch closer to him and inspect his face. His cheeks were hot pink and there was sweat sticking to his bi-colored bangs.

You swiped the hair out of his eyes, leaning in to press a long kiss to his forehead as he stuttered, eyes rolling back into his skull.

The feeling of your body pressed up against his had him back in his delirious state, causing his hips to rock subconsciously into your hands, fucking himself against the fingers you had wrapped around him so deliciously.

"Y/n, o-oh god..." He stuttered, breath catching in his throat.

"Come on, pretty, you can do this..."

"Gonna- Gonna c-c-" Sigma threw his head back, hips giving out from the intense euphoria that washed over him like a wave of pleasure. The sweet aftershocks of his orgasm caused him to frown and hiss as you leaned down to lick the creamy fluids that slid down his shaft.

His eyes held wide and his hands shuddered as they weakly gripped yours. The mere sight of you licking the cum off his dick made him hard again. He sighed, mumbling something under his breath,

"...Can we do that again?"

You looked up at him, eyes sparkling with excitement, "Sure, anything for you."

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2kiran · 11 months

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“THE STARS LEAKED, BUT NEVER GOT FAR”

pairing könig x reader genre smut. angst reader is a male. dom!reader x sub!könig cw lowercase typing. könig is sad. hurt/comfort. abandonment issues. google translated german. handjob. pet names. anal sex. gentle sex.

after a close call in a mission, könig won’t leave you alone.

the moonlit sky’s light cascaded to your window, shattering the shadows that filled your room. it was late, clock reading 02:00. you couldn’t sleep, your injury from the mission earlier made your body suffer and system awake. you lay on your bed, gazing at the ceiling.

a knock broke the silence, awakening you further from your conscious slumber. you stood up, limbs aching from how stiff they were. “hello?” you yawn, rubbing your eyes with your free hand as you opened the door with the other. there stood könig. his eyes barely peeked through your door, his tall stature having him bend down to see you. “könig? what are you doing here?”

he fidgeted with his hands, nervousness seeping into his posture. “can i come in?” he asked cautiously. you moved to the side to allow him to enter your small room. you gestured for him to sit down with you on your bed. “anythin’ wrong?” concern evident in your face and tone, it was unlike for könig to come into your room at the dead of night. “i’m just-” then he snapped, voice wobbly and tears pouring from his eyes. alarms blared in your head.

“könig?! why? did something happen?” you made him face you, left hand on his shoulder and your right holding one of his. “i’m- i’m scared of lo...losing you.” he said in between his stutters, more tears cascading as the words left his mouth. you’re surprised at his outburst. you didn’t expect that he, your colonel, would be this afraid of you gone. your injury must have awfully terrified him.

you squeezed his hand in reassurance, “you won’t lose me.” you said. “what- what if it had been worse? i can’t b-bear the thought of you... d-dying. you s-scared me,” his accent became apparent through his sobs, “i can’t- you should’ve listened to me!” a weak not-so yell, his hand lightly punching your shoulder. “i know, i’m sorry.” a small smile spread across your lips, he cared for you.

“d-don’t do that again,” he hiccups, “they c-could’ve killed you a-and i wouldn’t have b-been... a-able to do anything about it.” more tears, “i can’t... i can’t lose anyone else, especially n-not you.” his hood was stained with his tears. “i won’t.” you pulled him into a hug, his head on your chest. he sobbed more loudly now. he squeezed you, an assurance to himself that you were real. you grunted in pain, he squeezed you a little too hard.

he suddenly freezed, sobs weakening. this made you confused, you looked down at him and shifted yourself in a more comfortable position. something bumped your inner thigh and you became frozen. könig wanted to cry even harder and run away out of embarrassment, but you kept him caged in with your hug. “are you...?” you carefully questioned, making sure your tone didn’t sound judgmental. “m sorry, ‘m sorry. i didn’t mean to-” you cut him off, “it’s okay, don’t worry.” you rubbed your hand up and down his back to soothe him. “do you want me to help you?” you mentally slapped yourself in your head, he wanted to vent out his feelings and scold you for disobeying, not have sex with you!

he weakly nodded, pulling you impossibly closer. “lay back for me?” he obliged with your request, “on your elbows.” there he lay, using his elbows for support to be able to properly look at you. you intertwined your fingers with his, kissing his gloved knuckles.

he lifted his mask above his nose, revealing the bottom part of his face to you. a scar littered his jaw, fair skin and crooked nose exposed to you. pink, full lips with a perfect cupid’s bow parted just for you.

you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, “you’re beautiful.” his eyes sparked at your compliment, a blush forming on his cheeks. “d-danke.” (thanks) he hiccuped.

you kiss his jaw, lips tracing to his neck down to his collarbone. könig whined impatiently, troubled hands grabbing your shirt’s collar and pulling you into a kiss. you tug at his closed mouth and he parted his lips in response, allowing your tongue to enter. your tongue fought with his, a moan leaving him.

a thin trail of saliva connected your mouth to his as you pulled away to breathe. he cried for more, and you can’t deny him no longer.

“könig.” his name leaves you breathlessly, “do you want to take it further?” before you were finished speaking those words, he nodded eagerly. “please.” he pleaded not only with his voice, but with his eyes too. you kiss him once, before you slip your fingers into his pants and pull them down along with his boxers. his cock practically begged for attention, your attention.

you sat on your knees on the bed and you grabbed his knees, letting his legs rest on your waist and manuevering him to reveal his hole to you. he was... wet?

you didn’t intend to stare, but him hiding behind his hands made it evident that it seemed that way. “i- i prepared myself... earlier. i mean- i didn’t plan on doing this with you! i just... you were on my mind before i... es tut mir leid.” (i’m sorry) he rambled, tumbling over his own words. you rubbed his hip.

“hey, it’s okay. i don’t mind that.” you shushed him, beginning to stroke his cock. he bucked his hips up at the sensation. you pulled your pants and boxers down, revealing your own aching one. he seemed impressed at your size, because his eyes widened at the sight. “you think... it’ll fit?”

his tone was uncertain but his eyes glinted in excitement. the corners of your lips threatened to curl upwards in a form of a smile. “i’ll make it fit.” with that, you inched yourself inside his hole. taking it slowly for him to be able to adjust.

“ah, scheiße.” (ah, fuck) he gripped the sheets below him. he was big himself, about 10 inches. a lot of people assumed he was born with his height to make up for what was in between his legs, but they were so fucking wrong. you were now inside of him down to the hilt. you noticed that könig began to sweat. “relax, sweetheart.” you attempted to calm him down.

“b-bitte bewegen.” (please move) he wiggled his hips impatiently, and you took that as your cue. you pulled back until only the tip of your cock was inside, and you suddenly thrusted in. “mmf– mein gott...” (my god) he moaned. he wasn’t completely over his worries, so you fucked him gently to soothe his overwhelming thoughts. “wait... your injury– nng!” you stroked his cock, synchronizing it with your thrusts. “i’m fine.” you assure.

“i don’t wanna hurt you.” he grabbed your wrist almost in protest. “könig, i wouldn’t be doing this with you if it hurt me.” you replied. he was so cute. his lips trembled as he twitched.

you dragged your cock against his walls, finding his sweet spot soon after. your hips followed a steady rhythm. he really was a sight. a star whom leaked tears for you, one who traces after your being and does not stay too far away. one who will forever refuse to leave you alone. he longs after your presence, just as much as you long for his. it’s like you were made to be together, a reflection of one another.

“mein liebling, ich bin nah dran.” (my darling, i’m close) he gasped as you repeatedly hit his prostate, not giving him any rest. a few more thrusts, he came. his cum flowed in between your fingers. you weren’t quite there, yet. “schatz, i- nngh. h-harder.” (treasure) you thrusted just a little harder as he requested, friction increasing as he whined louder. his words were mixed in german and english. you marveled over the fact that you broke him enough until he couldn’t speak a comprehensive thought in one language. he began to meet with your thrusts, his thighs shook with every movement.

he adored you with every single fiber of his soul. if this was a dream, he’d rather be in his slumber forever. it’s selfish, he knows that, but with every kiss and word dedicated to him he refuses to let you go. “hngh– please tell me you won’t.. ah! leave me.” he begged, his hands now on your forearms. “i won’t, i won’t leave you.” you groaned as you got closer to the edge. “don’t d...do that again” he whimpered, “mhm, i won’t, könig. ‘m sorry. where y’want it?” you rushed your words out, nearly reaching your peak. he was going to cum again too.

“in me. fuuck, feel s-so good. bitte, hör nicht auf. ich brauche dich so sehr, nngh!” (please, don’t stop. i need you so bad) he whined, you came inside of him and it triggered his. as the last few spurts left you both, you laid on top of him, not quite leaning your full weight on him. you panted, feeling your cum leaking from his hole down to your softening cock.

“feel better?” you ask, a lazy smile forming on your mouth. he hummed in agreement, “stay with me for a while, mein schatz.” (my sweetheart)

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plaguechyld · 11 months

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I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU!!!

Gently fucking kagaya to sleep bc he's been so stressed lately :((( He's trying so hard to stay awake but he's just too sleepy and and comfortable.

OMG YESYESYEYSYEYSYESSS AHHH ❤️❤️

This poor man is so stressed, always visiting the graves of the dead slayers. :(( His body just can’t take the long walks but that doesn’t stop him from trying, but when he heard that Kyojuro died he was just so upset even if he wouldn’t show it. :(( He really wants to stay up all night again memorizing his dead slayers names but his body is just so weak and tired from all the stress. :((( So it’s up to his dear partner to fuck him to sleep, but make sure to be gentle with him, he can’t take it if you’re rough and/or mean. :(

Contains: 18+ content, soft sex, Dom!Reader, Sub!Kagaya, Reader being a gentle dom, cute fluffy sex

Kagaya’s hand shakes as he reaches it up and gently pinches the bridge of his nose, tiredness fogged his mind and it made him hard to listen to you reading out the seemingly never ending list of deceased slayers.

He was so determined to not let his weariness get the best of him. In his mind he needed to memorize his fallen comrades, if he didn’t know their names then who would?

“Dear, could you repeat the name you said… I didn’t quite get it. I’m sorry..” Kagaya says quietly, his voice is sleepy and his blind eyes are half lidded. You can’t help but feel concerned for your husband, and also admire him. He showed so much effort despite his ailing state, never once stopping despite his sickness. You sigh softly and rest your hand over Kagaya’s slightly shaky one and rub the back of his hand with your thumb. Gently, you ease him out of his chair wordlessly, helping him up and having him lay down on your shared bed. He looks up at you with his sightless eyes, a calmly confused look on his face.

“Y/n, why have you.. laid me down? I need to memorize more names…” He says softly. Kagaya is surprised when he’s met by your gentle hand rubbing his cheek, though he leans into the touch. His cheeks redden slightly when he feels you ease your way on top of him.

“Y/n…” He starts, however you cut him over with a finger being placed on his lips. “You need to rest, you’re working too hard, my dear.” You say to him in that gentle voice he loves oh so much. He was about to protest when he feels your soft lips on his neck, making him suck in a soft gasp. Almost instinctively, he spreads his legs, blush coating his cheeks even more now. You smile softly at him and even though he can’t see it, he can feel it.

“But dear..” He’s interrupted by a yawn coming from him as he holds onto you. “I.. I need to.” You make a sound in disagreement and no matter how much Kagaya want’s to continue, he knows he can’t without you reading the names out. He squeaks softly when he feels you push his legs up, making his thighs rest beside his head. He knows what’s coming and while he isn’t truly against it, he still wants to keep going. However you don’t let him get a word in because when he opens his mouth to speak, he’s met with a warm tongue. You let his legs fall back against the bed, knowing he couldn’t take that position for long. It was more of a non verbal cue to let him know what you were going to do.

He let out a soft and content sigh when he felt your hands gently caressing his body while undoing his robe. You continue your deep kiss with the man you love most for a while longer, only pulling away when you had managed to completely strip him of all his clothes. He blushed softly, knowing his body was exposed and vulnerable to you. You leaned in and started placing soft and gentle kisses on his neck, making different patterns that mainly consist of hearts. Your hands rub his chest for a bit before you pinch his nipples with care and gentleness. The action elicited a soft moan from the ravenette.

You moved your mouth down, trailing more kisses along the way. Eventually you reached one of his nipples. You take the soft skin in your mouth, playing with the sensitive bud and making Kagaya’s back arch slightly in surprise. He tugged softly at your kimono, too shy to say anything. With a soft chuckle you pull him into another deep kiss while pushing his legs apart.

He felt your fingers slowly push into his hole, making him let out a muffled whimper into your mouth. You savor the sound as it’s not often the two of you indulge in sexual activity, Kagaya often deciding he is too busy. However tonight was one of those nights.

You gently stretch his hole, pressing your fingers against his prostate. Kagaya lets out a soft whimper, his hands moving to hold onto your back. His legs shake slightly, he was always weaker when it came to times like this.

Your fingers draw out moans and whimpers as Kagaya presses himself down on them, trying to fuck himself on your fingers weakly. He let out a soft whine when you pull your fingers from his loosened hole, his mind was too fuzzy to realize you had finished prepping him and were preparing to actually fuck him. He cries out softly when he feels your tip pushing into him and he holds onto you tighter, trying to bury his face in your neck. Soon enough you completely sheath yourself in him, his walls squeeze you tightly as he lets out a moan.

Kagaya’s eyes drift closed no matter how hard he tried to fight his urge to sleep. He let out soft moans and whimpers with every gentle thrust of your hips. He just couldn’t help it, he feels so comfortable and good in your arms. He held weakly onto you still, but his grip was loose.

“Y-y/n…” He whimpered out in a warning, signaling that he was close. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead and roll your hips faster, causing him to let out a louder and longer moan. He just couldn’t help himself, he feels so warm and full and his body needed sleep so desperately. He lets out a soft cry when gets close to orgasming. He’s so so close and he shakily reaches for your face. Naturally you comply and kiss him deeply as ropes of white pearlescent cum shoots from his dick. The stimulation and intense feelings are too much for Kagaya and sleep tugs him away, causing him to pass out in your arms. You smile gently at him and place a final kiss on his forehead before retreating to retrieve a rag to clean your husband with.

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tomssexdoll · 6 days

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alrigh hear me out so Tom and reader are enemies like reader is popular girl in school and Tom is outcast but they are in love and at some point when reader gets super drunk she comes to his and confesses her feelings but in a dumb way like she says stuff like “you belong in art museum” and Tom finds it funny and cute but he don’t believe her but it ends up being smut so basically fluff+smut with bits of angst (sorry if it’s long and i really love your fics)

GIRLL DONT APOLOGISE I LOVE DETAIL TYSM MWAH

Drunk in love

PAIRINGS: Tom 2007 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N is super popular in school and is secretly in love with her outcast enemy Tom, at a party Y/N gets super drunk and confesses to him but in a silly way which he loves. A/N: hi WARNINGS: teasing and clothing action, dom!tom, sub!reader, fingering, p in v (riding)

Me and Tom kaulitz, the schools outcast, have been enemies for years. I never knew why, I guess it was because everyone disliked him so I picked it up too. I never really hated him though, I was always secretly in love with him.

Sneaking him winks and blowing kisses when no one was around. I knew he felt the same, doing it back and even kissing me on the bus once.

But that was years ago, now he was even more quiet, barely spoke to anyone or even looked at anyone.

One day I went up to him after school, I invited him to the party I had been invited to since I needed someone as weird as him there, my friends didn't understand him but I did, I liked his quirky personality and stupid jokes.

"Ew, why were you talking to him Y/N" my friend snickered as I came back to her, I rolled my eyes "shut up, you guys are so rude" I grunted and walked off, leaving them super confused.

The time of the party came, I put on a slutty dress and did my makeup and hair just how he liked it, I overheard him talking about his type to other people and knew I needed to impress him.

I showed up, searching everywhere for him and avoiding my friends. I gave up and sighed, getting a few shots and downing them slowly, the clear liquid burning my throat as it went down.

A few hours later, I was super drunk, stumbling and giggling everywhere. I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Tom, I looked up at him and my face turned red, "Oh T-tom! You..came!" I slurred my words, handing him a drink. He gladly took it and started to drink with me, eventually getting as drunk as me.

We sat down on a nearby couch, talking about everything and nothing. It came to a point where I was just listening to him yap, admiring his beautiful features. He took account of this and chuckled, "gonna keep staring at me like that", I was shaken out of my trance and looked away, super embarrassed "sorry..I can't help it" I giggled nervously.

He grabbed my chin with his hand and turned my face to look at him again, "it's alright princess" he smiled, his smile and the words that came out of his mouth made me super wet.

"You know.." I slurred "you belong in an art museum, you're so handsome" I giggled, going closer to him and looking deeply into his eyes, "oh really?" he chuckled, "is that your silly way of confessing your feelings to me" he said jokingly, I nodded, surprising him.

"Yeah, I've liked you for 5 years.." I bit my lip, his eyes widened "we need to talk about this in private" he sighed and grabbed my arm, dragging me into an empty bedroom and locking it behind him, setting me down on the bed.

"It can't be possible..I mean..you're you..gorgeous and popular and I'm this, an outcast" he frowned "why would you like me?" I scoffed at his question, "why? because you're different, you care about me, you're not an asshole who just wants me for my body or popularity, I love your silly jokes and weird humor, I can never be like that around my friends" I sighed, resting my head on his arm softly.

He smiled and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head, "the time you kissed me on the bus years ago made me fall for you even more, it was like reassurance, like you were saying 'dont worry i feel the same', it made me have hope" I grabbed one of his hands and intertwined my fingers in his.

He lifted my chin once again to face him, leaning in closer and pressing his plush lips against mine, his hands snaking to the back of my head, holding it softly as he deepened the kiss.

He pulled back softly, a small string of saliva following, "are you not worried about your reputation, being seen with me with your popularity will be scandalous" he chuckled, caressing the back of my head softly, "I don't care Tom, i'd rather spend the rest of my life with you than worry about what some idiots in high school think" I sighed "i'm sick and tired of worrying about what my friends think, they are irrelevant anyways, they all talk shit about each other, including me" I rolled my eyes.

He smiled softly, pecking my lips again, "how can you kiss so well anyways, thought you were an outcast" I giggled, teasing him.

He chuckled "everyone at school thinks I have no friends at all but that's not the case, i've been with a few girls before" "well, i'll be your girl from now on" I pushed him onto the bed softly, climbing on top of him.

His hands rested on my ass, cupping them gently, I kissed him passionately, grinding softly on his clothed cock. I felt it press against his pants, hardening slowly.

"I've imagined this moment so many times.." he whispered, kissing my neck softly, I giggled and slowly zipped my dress off, chucking it somewhere in the room.

"Holy fuck you're gorgeous.." his breath hitched, hands roaming over my body, tracing my curves. "Well I dressed up for you and you didn't even notice" I grunted, he scoffed "didn't notice? trust me i did, I was trying to hide my boner when approaching you" he said shyly, turning his face away.

I smiled, "fine, i'll take it" I started to take his top off, revealing his toned body, I bit my lip and felt myself get ever wetter. I slowly trailed my hands down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and dragging them off. His cock was pressed against his boxers, leaking precum and staining them.

"Someones excited" I smirked, pulling his cock out slowly. It sprang out, hitting his abdomen. My eyes widened at the size, mouth slightly agape.

"Jesus christ...I always knew you gave off big dick energy" he chuckled "it's probably cause i'm so quiet, isn't that what they say, quiet guys give off big dick energy" I nodded and giggled, slowly taking my panties off.

He bit his lip at the sight of my pussy, wet and aching for him. I poitioned myself and slowly sat down, his cock engulfing my pussy. It stopped at one point, not going any further, I was only a quarter down.

"Shit..it's too big Tom.." I looked down at him, panicked. He grunted and pulled me off him, flipping us over and hovering over me. "I'll make it fit baby" he kissed my neck, his fingers slowly entering me.

"Ah!" I moaned, his fingers ramming into my pussy, stretching it out, "just tell me if you want to stop, ok?" he smiled, I nodded and closed my eyes, trying to forget the pain.

His fingers curled at my g spot, warming up my hole for his big cock. Once he figured it was stretched out enough he retracted his fingers, slowly pushing his cock in again.

It finally fit this time, resisting a bit halfway but he made it fit, just like he said. He held me gently and thrusted in and out, careful not to hurt me.

I grunted in frustration, "faster!" I whined, he chuckled "okay..so impatient" he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer and started to pound into me, his tip hitting my sweet spot perfectly.

"Fuck..so tight" he groaned, rolling his head back. I held onto him, my arms wrapping around his back and scratching at it tightly, intense pleasure waves coursing throughout my body.

"Fuckk!" I moaned loudly, kissing his neck and sucking on it harshly, leaving dark purple marks everywhere. He continued to slam his cock into me, his thrusts getting harsher by the second.

Even though his thrusts were harsh and rough, his touch on me wasn't. It was like I was a delicate flower, meant to be handled gently. The way he held me close, occasionally caressed my thigh, he was my dream guy.

Like I had told him before, the guys I had been with were assholes. They'd just fuck me and finish, not even caring about my pleasure, I was just another hole to them.

I threw my head back, arching my back as he kept hitting my g spot. His head lowered, hands removing themselves from my hips and coming to my bra, pulling it down slightly, revealing my hard nipples.

He smirked and latched his lips onto one, sucking softly, the other hand teasing my other boob. I moaned loudly, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him in closer, deepening the connection.

"You're so sexy...so beautiful" he murmered on my tits, kissing the skin around my nipples, sucking gently and leaving marks on me too.

His tip kissed my cervix, hips slamming into mine with such force that the sound of skin slapping filled the air. I felt tension build in my tummy, signalling my awaiting orgasm.

"Gonna cum soon.." I whimpered, he smirked and picked up his pace, brutally pounding his cock into my cunt, making me scream in pleasure.

I felt the tension tighten even more, my orgasm washing over me, my pussy clenching on his cock tightly. He groaned and came in me, shooting his thick call all over my walls and coating it completely.

He collaped on top of me, trying to regain his breath. "Fuck...that was amazing y/n" he chuckled softly, kissing me gently. I nodded in response, wrapping my arms around him and holding him tightly.

After a few minutes he slowly pulled out, careful not to overstimulate me. Our shared juices softly dripped out of my hole, seeping onto the bed.

"Lord have mercy for who's going to clean this house" Tom smirked, I giggled "yeah, especially this room" I winked. He grabbed a tissue and cleaned me up, helping me put my clothes back on and kissing me lovingly.

"You know, I've never had a guy help me put my clothes back on after sex" I sighed, turning to him. Guilt washed over his eyes, his smile turning into a frown "you deserve better Y/N, i'm willing to give it to you, just give me a chance.." he caressed my cheek, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" my eyes widened, pulling back. He nodded "please, I'll give you the world" he smiled softly, I looked deeply into his eyes, all that was staring back at me was sincerity, he was telling the truth.

"Oh my god Tom yes!" I squealed and pounced on him, hugging him tightly. He laughed, pulling me off and carrying me outside. All my friends stared in shock seeing us together, kissing and cuddling.

I glared back at them, enjoying my time with Tom. They came up to me, scoffing and crossing their arms, "what are you doing with this loser? I thought you hated him" I rolled my eyes "shut up chloe, you are so insufferable, I hate all of you and how mean you guys are, don't speak to me again we aren't friends anymore" I hissed at them "at least Tom treats me like the queen I am, you guys are miserable" I laughed at them, turning back to Tom and kissing him passionately, I felt him smile against my lips.

E/N: i can't lie i forgot the angst im sorry ily

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @ge-billsgf @estxkios @ballhair @charliesgoodboy @syylss

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peachykinky · 2 months

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Spooning sex my beloved especially if there's kisses on the neck and soft groping hands and gentle breaths over the ears and careful clit/dick rubs 🥺

#me #mine #t4t nsft #fem bottom #trans nsft #bi nsft #lgbt nsft #nb nsft #bottomposting #hornyposting #hornypost #spooning #spooning sex #gentle domination #gentle fdom #gentle sex

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pininghermit · 11 months

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Leave-taking (AFAB Adrian x GN Reader)

Request: Would you do a sub afab alucard drabble?

Request: My obsession towards Alucard came back. Can i request the first time fem!dom reader and him have sex? I imagine that sex would be all about him, praising him, making him feel good, safe and comfortable in her arms due to his trauma. Aaa i want to make my baby boy feel good and and and---

Summary: Adrian does not flinch when your hand cups his face, nor does he resist when you lift his face. It is then that he allows himself to look “Well too late for that, I think I lost whatever sanity I had when you left,”

Warning: AFAB Adrian, dom reader, vaginal fingering and sex. Minors DNI.

AN: okay bros and hoes this is first time I have written actual intercourse. Hope you like it. Thanks for requesting.

“What makes you think you can make a choice for both of us?” Adrian does not find the strength to move from his spot from where your gaze pins him. The room remains quiet leave for the slight shuffle of papers you move around. Adrian fails to find words to answer your question.

Slamming your hand in frustration you stand up from your desk. Your chair pushed back with more than the required force crashes into the wall. “Tell me Adrian, what made you think, you could leave without a word, without a single mention, not a word of your well-being,” With every word you step closer. “Vanishing into thin air, making me lose my mind worrying about you,” you are close now. Adrian still unable to look into your eyes, evades your gaze by looking at the floor.

For once the dhampir feels more prey than predator. Adrian does not flinch when your hand cups his face, nor does he resist when you lift his face. It is then that he allows himself to look “Well too late for that, I think I lost whatever sanity I had when you left,” your dilated pupils stare back at him. There is no sign of the familiar brown he remembered.

“You took it all with you,” you whisper as you close in and Adrian bumps into the wall behind him. Even with your eyes tinged red and your hair, which you meticulously looked after in the past, now in disarray, Adrian’s heart skips a beat.

"You took it all with you," you repeat, your voice filled with a mixture of longing and accusation. The weight of your words hits him hard, and he finds himself pressed against the wall, unable to escape your penetrating gaze.

A momentary softness that he enjoys as you lean in. Your hand that holds his chin travels the path of his cheek to his hair where your fingers run through his hair. Your scent floods his senses. Too long. Your breath on the column of his neck settles like the sand on the seabed. Your lips hair’s width away from where they should be.

Adrian closes his eyes and waits for whatever punishment awaits him. He would bear it all if it gave him your forgiveness. But it never comes. Your touch, the warmth of your breath, your scent all leave him.

Opening his eyes he finds you withdrawn. Away from the previous closeness. The skin of his neck tingles in anticipation, waiting for your lips. Your rejection pinches his heart. A small moment that leaves him gasping. “You are free to go,” he does not register the words you speak with your back to him. Leave…no you’ve just met. How could…Adrian cannot fathom doing that again.

“I have made sure of your safety and that is all I need,” you continue and it is then that Adrian notices the tenseness of your shoulders and the slight tremor of your voice. A strong front for him. A choice given at your own cost.

A love given so freely that it expects nothing in return. A love that keeps you looking for him for months on end but it is the same love that allows you to back down at the expense of your own happiness. So selfless in its existence.

Accompanied by guilt, self-blame, a sense of fondness fills Adrian’s heart. He had been so wrong. Every construct of his mind that sprung from his past trauma lay useless in front of you. How did he ever think of you as those who betrayed him long ago? How had shadows of his mind not seen what you truly were? All those months how did he not discern the truth?

“Forgive me,” Adrian is surprised when his voice comes out firm, unlike the turmoil of his mind. Reaching for your hand Adrian steps forward to face you. Your balled fist unraveling in his hands. So…cold. Long ago you told him about getting cold fingertips when nervous. You look back at him. So, resilient yet, so fragile at the same time.

Taking your hand Adrian rests it on his cheek. “My fears and my doubts led me to take this step. I did not mean it to hurt you and yet, I have. I have hurt you so much.” Adrian puts all his sincerity as he holds onto your hand. “I wanted to keep you away from the darkness that follows me everywhere I go but in doing so I wronged you.”

Even in your state, you shake your head in denial. Adrian’s heart flutters your thumb caresses the skin of his cheek. A motion efficient enough to unwind him from the long months of running away from your comfort. You give it so freely that it is easy to feel unworthy of it. “Are you sure?” your voice is quiet and full of caution.

Adrian does not reply and merely closes his eyes as he kisses your lips. A kiss that is full of uncertainty and caution that grows stronger that your hands bring him closer. Your arms wrap around him Adrian feels his feet buckle in relief. Adrian feels your shoulders lose their rigidity as his arms circle them.

Your movements are rough and impatient and Adrian cannot find in himself to complain. He complies as you push yourself into him. Desperation fills you both as if the world had been lit on fire.

Your arm snakes around his waist, pulling him closer as your tongue pries open his lips. A request he happily acquiesces to, allowing you to claim what remains yours. Funny how the love that cannot be won with all the powers in the world comes just with the ability to let it go.

Maybe that is why even the teasing nips of your teeth on his lips are pleasurable. It is brimming with love no matter how he sees it. So, Adrian lets himself fall. Let all the worries and burdens go away as you hold him so close.

The kiss is cut short and Adrian whines. The emptiness seems unbearable after so long. He tries to reach for you, his eyes clouded by his own tears at the loss. ‘Sorry,’ he aches to plead. He wants to make it right so bad. Beg you and reassure you. Anxiety floods his mind as scenarios of your rejection plague him. The peaceful trance from moments ago is now disrupted.

“I am here beloved,” your voice reaches him and so does your touch. “Right here,” you speak as he feels his own hand in yours. And then he feels the beat of your heart under his palm that you guide to your chest.

“Right here,” your voice rings closer as your forehead rests on his. “I got you, love,” you reply to his whimper as you gently kiss his unfocused eyes, his cheeks, his lips. Adrian’s hands remain feeling your heartbeat as your fingers free him of his shirt.

He is too far gone to notice how you appreciatively take his appearance in. Even feel the shift from the cold wall to the warmer wood of your desk next to the fireplace. Your hands guide him, to where, he does not know, he merely remains in your embrace.

And then your lips finally kiss where you had earlier stopped. The place on his neck that had been ever since craving for your touch. Warmth pools in Adrian’s stomach as you kiss the spot and suck on it taking all your time. Your hands alternate between rubbing his exposed back and running fingers through his hair.

“Adrian,” you call his name reassuring him of your presence. You feared all this was too quick, both of you were too riled up but Adrian…he seemed so vulnerable, so soft in the moment. Making him comfortable on your desk, the only piece of surviving furniture in the dingy inn you rented. Had you known, you would have prepared better. Cushions, blankets, or maybe even something to eat but things had to wait. You would not deny your lover of any comfort.

The passion that burned you for months now simmered into pure affection. You run your hands all over his exposed skin, cementing his presence, differentiating the moment from countless visions that haunted you.

Standing between Adrian’s legs, you crouch lower, and Adrian’s fingers grip your hair. His grasp barely holding on as completely undress him from the layers that separate you both. “Oh look at you love. So eager for me,” you chuckle and Adrian’s knees tighten around your shoulder. “Look at you, Adrian so wet just from kissing,” your fingers glide over his exposed folds. Barely touching but the tremor that runs through your lover is enough proof of his sensitivity.

“Did you truly think anyone else could make you feel this good?” Your question is answered by a moan followed by Adrian’s nails scratching the top of your shoulders. Standing back up you catching his mouth back in a kiss as your fingers are enveloped by his warmth. Tight and pulsating as you scissor him open.

Adrian grinds back with his movements eager and urgent. “Mmmh,” is all he can summon at the annoyance of finding your shirt still on. His frustration lost in the daze of pleasure. His hips buck into your fingers trying to create more friction even as you increase the number of fingers opening him open. “Please ahh…need…more ahh,” a disappointed whine leaves his mouth as your fingers leave him open and empty. Exposed to cold.

However, his moans are muffled as your fingers fill his mouth. “Look what I do to you and look what you did to me,” you pull his hair back as Adrian continues sucking on your fingers. Uncaring of the drool that leaves his mouth making a mess of both of you. His fangs glide your fingers making you arch into him.

And then you press into him, enjoying the tightness that welcomes you. You grind into the spots that you remember pleasuring him in the past. Your movements are frantic after a long time of your separation.

In a rushed rhythm, you continue your game of push and pull. The table creaks with your force but you pay no mind to it. Your arm circles Adrian’s back holding him close. Adrian’s nails dig into your back as his moans fill the room and you do not doubt that the entire corridor rings with your noises.

Lost in the trance of building pleasure Adrian falls back on the desk as you continue drilling into him. Driving him into the haze of everything yet, nothing.

You lean in kissing the evident marks on Adrian’s neck. Reveling in your claim on him and your rock you both into another orgasm. Both your climaxes build together as you hold him close despite the sweat that lines your bodies.

#alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes #top reader #adrian tepes x reader #bottom alucard #sub alucard #gentle sex #afab Alucard #dom reader

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lustymind--badideas · 3 months

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I generally see myself as a bottom/sub. I like the idea of being taken care of or of being put into my place.

But there's something about whimpers. Begs. When a boy whimpers and his voice raises in pitch. When "Please?" tumbles from his lips.

Hmm, that also gets me going. I want to slowly pleasure and overstimulate a guy until he's a vulnerable mess. Tell him, "It's okay, you're safe, Darling," all while making him throb

#nsft text #soft dom #mine #subby boys ftw #nsft edging #Top Thoughts (TM)#loving sex #gentle sex #t4t nsft

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sluttyenha · 2 years

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—“The proposal”

Pairing: Jay x reader

Warnings: none that I think of!

Jay and you were making love at your anniversary night after you guys had an amazing day. You and jay were both looking beautiful and handsome as ever , and considering the fact that you both are like a fucking horny person going through their puberty for eachother, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. But you both wanted the night to be a romantic one since it was your 5th anniversary as boyfriend and girlfriend . Jay knew what was coming in so he arranged a room . The room was so good and modern . Red lights , rose petals on bed and in the bathtub, frills on the bed , a royal headboard. MOOD Jay felt like a king and made you you felt like a queen yourselves. He was so gentle and soft. Picking you up gently and puting you on the bed while making out with you. His hands going towards your back to undress you when he wishpers “i'll make our 5th anniversary night so memorable for you” and he did not just make it so memorable because of the sex though-. While you guys were in the middle of it , your man was so whipped for you that while his dick was inside of you and his mouth was on yours , kissing your lips messily he let out “ohhmyfucking god i fucking love you , please be my wife and make me the happiest man in the world , I swear I'll be the best husband you could ever find” and then slid a ring in your ring finger.

Note! Ahhhh a small drabble because I was feeling soft and just can't handle how much of a husband material he is😭

#enhypen #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #kpop smut #jay smut #park jongseong #park jongseong smut #jongseong #jongseong smut #jay x reader #jay x y/n #jay x you #enhypen jongseong #jongseong x reader #gentle sex #anniversary sex

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lovelywetdreamer · 7 months

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Simon Petrikov is the type of guy you just have to spoil him. The poor guy been through so much being the Ice King. You just have to spoil the guy. You made him hot chocolate with marshmallows while he wrapped in his favorite penguin cover blanket. He was watching his favorite show, Cheer. You felt like he needed to be more relax, so you unbuttons his pajamas pant and pull out his dick. You let him push himself in you. Your body have to adjust to him because of him being Ice King for such a long time had lasting issues on his body. His entire body is cold like ice. That why he loved cuddling and cockwarming. His dick actually feel good because it cold and hard while your cunt is nice, warm and soft. He began to thrust in you nice and slow while Cheer is playing in the background. He hate ice and cold temperatures, but he do have to admit to himself he loved playing with your body with cold hands. He just go crazy when his ice cold thumb be pressed against your clit while his other hand is playing with your nipples. He is sucking on your breasts while his thrust begin to pick up. His ice cold dick is hitting you so deep. This temperatures play is driving you crazy. Simon love it because you are tighten around him. He was about to cum, but he wanted to let you cum first. He always does that. Not this time, the poor man is going to be spoil today. " Just cum inside Simon." You said while leaving kisses and hicks on his neck. He came inside you. After all that, he still stay inside you and watch Cheer with you.

#simon petrikov #gentle sex #ice king #temperaturesplay #simon x reader

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serapheemz · 8 months

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Sweeter than sake

In which you and Dazai are close co-workers.

Perhaps you had no idea what you were getting yourself into, perhaps you did, however, the outcome was certainly pleasant.

You had no idea that sharing a drink with him would end up with you sprawled out on his bed, legs spread wide open and shaking whilst he worked his fingers inside of you.

The way they hit just the right mushy spots deep in you had you gushing and squirting on them as you mumbled and begged him to stop his teasing. Your requests would fall on deaf ears, because no matter the circumstances, he wouldn't stop and move on, not unless he thought you were ready.

Dazai's bangs fell over his eyes as his other arm propped him up, letting you gaze upon his beauty all the while he fucked his digits in and out of you, neglecting your throbbing clit and teary eyes.

And just when you thought you'd finish, he instantly pulled his fingers out, watching your already fucked out face morph into one of pure disappointment.

"Why'd you stop...?" You whined, your voice dragged out in an attempt to make him feel the least bit of guilt, but all he did was smile.

That smile. It made your stomach twist with butterflies. Every day, on every mission, you'd subconsciously stare at that pretty smile, end up getting distracted and then scolded by Fukuzawa later on, but it was so worth it.

Dazai couldn't help but chuckle at the sight in front of him, "I'll give you what you want if you tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

God damn it.

The embarrassment you felt was only fueling your arousal.

You tried to wait it out, but the few seconds in which you kept your mouth shut and eyes sealed felt like an eternity for you. Your cunt ached to be touched, and your thighs felt like they were on fire from the need to have Dazai's hands rubbing and kneading them.

It was excruciating.

"...Want you to touch me." Your voice was barely above a whisper.

"I can't hear you."

"...I want you to ... touch me."

"Louder."

Dazai's ministrations made your situation ten times worse, because no matter how vaguely or how quietly you said it, it didn't suffice.

"I want you to touch me."

"Really? Where?"

"Thighs..." You mumbled, "My thighs, please, touch them..."

Dazai only obeyed your plea. Despite his want to continue pestering and teasing you, he felt a tinge of guilt prick his heart when he saw how you'd pout whenever you told him what you wanted, how you looked at him with glossy eyes and spoke with that lustful voice of yours, begging for his hands and fingers. It drove him insane, so he gave in.

His touches didn't satisfy you, though. You were still longing for something, and he knew what all too well.

But he wouldn't give it to you, not unless he heard you beg for it.

His hands caressed your thighs, pressing his thumbs into the soft plush of them and leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the skin. His tongue danced around the places where he had previously smooched, teeth grazing them, sending shivers down your spine with every millimeter he'd get closer and closer to your cunt.

Why was it you felt so damn needy when it was him who was offering you pleasure?

You weren't like this with any of the other people you had slept with in the past, and now that you were thinking about it, this encounter was far more intimate.

With the way Dazai carefully nipped at your skin, how his hands reached up and grasped your breasts, kissing the space between them, licking and suckling on your sensitive nipples. It had your head reeling, your heart racing, and your cunt soaked.

There was a glint of neediness in his eyes every time he looked up at you, too. He knew what you wanted, and he was willing to give it to you if you would just use your words.

"...Dazai." You close to stammered his name out.

"Hm?"

"I need you to... make me feel good, please."

"Aren't I already doing that?" He snickered.

You whined again, feeling yourself grow impatient as he acted dumb. You knew he knew. Why wouldn't he just give it to you?

"Ghhngh, you know what I want..." You furrowed your eyebrows.

"I don't, so please, do tell."

Enough was enough, you weren't going to save face in the end anyways. Your dignity would already have been crushed by the time you were done, why not give into your desires and tell him straight?

"Please, fuck me... please?"

Dazai's smile returned to his lips. He hunched over slightly, bringing you down against the tent in his pants. He brushed your hair out of your eyes, inching himself closer to you as he leaned down, smothering your face with slow kisses, from your lips to your jaw and nose. They were so sweet and gentle, it didn't feel like it was Dazai who was doing any of this anymore.

"Stay quiet, 'kay? Can you stay quiet for me?"

Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, nodding in approval and your hands flailed towards his belt, desperately trying to get it off his waist, but to no avail.

Dazai slapped your wrist away, pushing it down against the mattress as he slowly unbuckled his pants, discarding them and his boxers.

Just the sight of his pretty dick in front of you got your mouth watering. He was painfully hard, and despite hiding it well until now, it showed. All that teasing you was working him up so damn much. Poor boy.

With your cunt displayed in front of him and his cock throbbing for some attention, he squinted, biting down on his lip as he gathered the precum that had built up on his tip, letting it drip slowly down his shaft.

Inside, Dazai felt a burning desire to just dive right in, and try and chase his release, but he knew it'd hurt. The tempting look you were giving him and the pleas that you murmured seeped into his mind. Your words are as sweet as honey, and they do nothing but drive him mad.

He slapped his tip against your clit, smearing and mixing your juices. That simple action got a rise out of you. It made you squirm and writhe underneath him, letting a string of 'pleases' and other nasty begs you couldn't ever say if you were lucid spill from your reddened lips.

"C'mon, please..."

"It'll hurt, I'll go slow."

He stayed true to his word. After your nod of approval, Dazai leisurely pressed his tip to your aching hole. The arousal squelched around it as he sunk in, your velvety walls squeezing and engulfing him, sucking him in deeper.

His eyes rolled back as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together as soon as he bottomed out. There was this stinging pain at first that got lost in the pleasure of having him in so deep.

"O-Oh, fuck..." He whimpered in your ear, leaning down to press a kiss to your supple skin, hissing as he dragged himself out and in again. Your hands grasped his own, and the sheer atmosphere was suffocating as he thrusted again.

Your lips quivered, and your legs shook. Your moans followed his, and you slipped your arms around his waist.

There was something so erotic about them that made your heart thump in your chest. Was it his whining? Or his eyes being shut tightly as he tried not to break, to keep up his tough act?

You swiftly moved your hand to dig into his hair, playing around with the brown locks as he opened his eyes to stare into your own.

The shallow breaths you both took each time his hips would snap against yours were enough to say you were addicted to each other. The utter heat your bodies radiated and the way he nearly melted in your touch made your breath catch in your throat. His eyebrows furrowed and his resolve was breaking, shattering on top of you as he lost himself in you.

"Takin' me so well, god..."

Dazai's lips looked so delectable, and you couldn't resist the temptation. Your hands freed themselves from his, and pulled him in, kissing and sucking, biting and licking his bottom lip as you squealed and moaned each time the head of his cock would graze that same gummy spot deep in you that he teased with his fingers just a few minutes earlier. Your teeth drew blood from his lips, tongue grazing it and swishing it around on your taste buds as you gasped, hearing the neediness in his voice.

He broke out of the kiss, panting heavily as his hips stuttered.

"G-Ghh..." He grumbled.

"...Gonna come?" You asked through gritted teeth.

Truth be told, Dazai worked you up so well that you couldn't stop yourself from whining. He took his hand towards your chest, playing and teasing with your nipple as he spoke in a whisper.

"Mhm... yeah..." He huffed.

"A-A little faster, please..."

His hips increased their speed as you both chased your climaxes. He grasped your waist, fingers digging into your flesh, leaving nail crescents scattered across the exposed skin. You wiped the sweat off his face, letting your thumb linger on his cheeks just a little.

"Y'feel so good, sweetheart..." He mused.

"D-Dazai... Oh, my God... Dazai, I'm gonna-!"

Dazai's vision became hazed as your legs tightened their wrap around his waist, pulling and holding him close to you whilst your moans became all the needier, nearly chanting his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. There was a frenzy in both your gazes as they landed on each other's faces.

His lips quivered and he buried his head into your collarbones, kissing and sucking desperately to get his marks on you. It was a subconscious thought he had concealed in the back of his mind. If he were to suck hickeys into your skin, then he would have you all to himself. Maybe he wasn't aware of his needs, and maybe he was in denial, but that familiar warm feeling had taken over him entirely.

"Just a little more, c'mon, you can take it..."

Then the knot in your stomach broke. Your cunt squeezed him to a halt in his movements when he felt his climax peak and he pushed his head into the crook of your neck, eyes shut tightly, hands gripping your own as the both of you came down from your highs.

There was a moment of silence that followed. However, it was a comfortable one.

Dazai stood laying on top of you, his messy hair covering his eyes as the two of you panted. Your trivial breaths and huffs caused him to get up from your chest, to take a good look at you and the disarray he made out of you.

The sweat dripping off your forehead, your red lips, the hickeys that he had left earlier sown and sprinkled all across your body, from your neck to your thighs.

It was all too beautiful.

You hissed as he leaned over and ran a finger through your wet folds, legs shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. His thumb lathered in your slick. If you weren't beyond exhausted, you would've been scolding and yelling at him by now, possibly even land a nice slap on his face.

Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to even think of telling him off.

You couldn't conjure up not a single word of resentment for the man standing in front of you. For who you thought was your lazy, over-dramatic friend, Dazai.

There was no longer that look in his eyes that talked about his mischievous character. No longer the same look that told you 'I just pranked Kunikida so hard!'. Was it even Dazai? Was this really what he was like?

Sitting right in front of you is the same man that made you mewl his name earlier, the same man who kissed and sucked deep purple hickeys into your soft skin, the same man who whined and whimpered when he entered you, the same man who cherished and worshipped your body better than any partner you've ever had. That's not the image you had carved into your head of Dazai, yet there he was, sweaty, disheveled, and tired, looking into your half-lidded eyes so lovingly.

"Does anything hurt?"

"No. Everything's fine."

Dazai let out a small 'hm' of approval as he laid down next to you. There was something off about him.

"Are you... sad?"

"I feel relieved."

"Relieved?"

"I really needed that, thank you." He turned towards you and smiled.

When he wanted to, Dazai could be nothing more than a sweetheart. All you wanted to do is reach out and press a kiss to his lips, tell him that you're grateful for the connection you two just had a few moments ago. You wanted to ask why he was relieved, too, but God knows why you couldn't bring yourself to.

Dazai's brown eyes looked even better under the moonlight. It might've been your imagination, but instead of the usual dullness and insipidity there was an inkling, a glint in his eyes that flashed something indecipherable into your own eyes.

"Does anything hurt for you?" You said, hushed.

"Mmm, no. I'm just a little sensitive right now. I'll be fine in the morning."

"Hm, that's good."

Just then you realized how badly you needed to savor this moment. It may be the last, and if you didn't take your chances now, you'd hate yourself forever.

Your hands trembled, trying to fumble around before finding their place on his shoulders, getting even closer to him.

For a split second, you halted your movements, warily looking into Dazai's eyes, but you still went with it anyways.

Your lips pressed against his, skin flushing against his, entire body against his and you then understood...

This is exactly what you've been searching for.

The moment your lips came in contact with one another was the moment you fell deeper in love. He bit at your lower lip, playfully, indicating something, but you weren't sure what. It isn't like you cared anyways, your eyes were betraying you as they fluttered shut. His tongue skimmed across you lips, like he was begging you to open up. The second you gave into his desires, he grasped your face with his hands, letting his tongue roam free, explore every crevice of your own. Your hands came to a halt on his chest, then after a few seconds of cutoff, traipse across his collarbones, to his arms and up to his hands which now caressed and rubbed your cheeks.

Dazai pulled away, breaking the string of saliva between the two of you, observing your tired figure. He touched your lips with his thumb, his own upturning into a smile as he sighed and pulled back out of the embrace you were coddled in.

"Your lips are sweeter than sake."

#bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs #osamu dazai #dazai x reader #dazai x reader smut #bungo stray dogs smut #praise #gentle sex #fluff #smut #bsd #bsd smut #bsd manga #bsd dazai #bsd anime

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tomssexdoll · 7 days

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can you PLEASE do 2009 (braids) Tom x virgin reader who’s like really embarrassed and reluctant to tell him that she’s not experienced at all since he’s so experienced so like one day he tries to have sex with her but he’s like moving too fast and she gets overwhelmed and finally tells him she’s never done anything before and they have gentle sex🙏🙏🙏🙏

YUH

good girl

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N is inexperienced in sexual things, one day her boyfriend Tom starts to make sudden moves on her, she has never told Tom she has no experience since he was super experienced and she was ashamed. Eventually she cracks, telling him and leading to him gently doing the nasty with her A/N: hi WARNINGS: teasing, dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary)

"Come here baby.." Tom patted his lap, ushering for me to go and sit on it. I smiled and walked towards him, sitting gently on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Yes Tom?" I kissed him softly, his hands found their way to my ass, gripping it tightly. My heart started to race a little, nervous about what was about to come from this.

"You're so hot.." he mumbled, kissing my neck softly, one of his hands trailing up to my breast and cupping it through the thin material of my top.

"Baby.." I gasped, my heart basically beating in my ears now. He pulled me off his lap, laying me down on the couch and getting on top of me, continuing to softly kiss my chest.

He lowered onto my chest, pulling my top off and exposing my bare breasts. "Fuck..such a naughty girl" he chuckled, kissing my nipples gently.

I watched as he grabbed his erection on top of his pants, "fuck.." he groaned lowly, my mind raced with a million thoughts, not being able to tell him that I wasn't quite ready.

I had never told him that I'd never done anything sexual before, ever. Since he was so experienced with women it was embarassing, a prude girlfriend to a sex god boyfriend.

He pulled his pants off slowly, his cock straining against his boxers, precum leaking onto them. I bit my lip, not knowing how to bring it up. As he started to take my short off I panicked, shoving his hands off and sitting up.

His eyes darted to mine, full of worry, "what's wrong baby?" he frowned. I sighed, deciding to come clean. "I...fuck.." I sighed "I've never actually done anything sexual before..." my cheeks flushed with embarassment, I looked away, not bearing to look at him or his reaction.

He chuckled softly, "really? A girl as beautiful as you had no experience?" I stuttered on my words, close to crying "i-i...yeah..i'm sorry" I brought my hand up to my eyes, wiping spilling tears.

He winced, a hand reaching out to my cheek, "oh baby don't be ashamed, it's fine" he smiled lovingly, I looked back at him, nodding.

"We can go slow if you want to..I'm sorry I rushed you, you just turn me on so much" he chuckled, I smiled "yeah we can go slow, be gentle please" I whimpered.

He layed me back down, "I will, don't you worry" he leaned down and kissed my nose softly, removing my shorts, along with my panties in a swift motion. He groaned as he saw my pussy, wet for him.

"You're so wet.." he palmed his erection again, "is that bad?" I looked up at him, "oh no baby that's great, it means you're turned on" he laughed, slowly pulling his cock out.

My eyes widened at the size, not being able to comprehend if it would actually fit or not. "Tom..i think it's too big" I bit my lip, he sighed "it might hurt but I promise I'll be gentle" I hesitated but decided he should take control, he did have the most experience anyway.

He alinged himself with my entrance, slowly pushing in. I winced at the pain, holding onto his arms tightly, my nails digging in them as he went in further. His movements stopped halfway, "fuck..won't go in" he groaned, he spit in his hands and rubbed it onto the rest of his cock.

"I might have to force it in baby..just relax" he kissed me softly, shoving it in me. I cried out, my legs trembling. He instantly rubbed my clit, thrusting in and out to make me forget about the pain.

"Shh baby, it's ok" he kissed my neck softly, the pain soon turned into pleasure, his thrusts faltering a bit to be gentle. His cock softly slid in and out of me, stretching me out.

"Mmm.." I moaned quietly, wrapping my arms around his back, my tits pressing against his chest. "So tight..fuck" he grunted, quickening his pace a little.

His touch was soft, caressing my thighs lightly, "you're so beautiful..so sexy" he whispered, kissing my lips gently. "I love you.." I smiled, he smiled back "I love you too baby."

"Faster..please..." I begged, whimpering softly, he nodded and slammed his hips into mine, hitting my g spot. I moaned, digging my nails into his back, feeling my release approach quickly.

"Gonna cum.." I mumbled, he grinned and reached up to cup my breasts, squeezing them softly and thrusting into me faster.

I felt a knot build in my stomach, coiling tighter as he keep thrusting into me. I could feel the tension build in his cock too, "fuck..gonna cum baby..cum with me" he reached down and rubbed my clit again.

I moaned loudly, clenching around his cock tightly and releasing, cumming all over his cock. He whined loudly and shot his load deep into me, riding out our highs and fucking his cum into me.

He eventually collapsed on top of me, regaining his breath "fuck..you were amazing" he chuckled softly, kissing my forehead softly and moving stray hairs away from my face. I could barely speak, my eyes fluttering shut.

"Oh baby.." he smiled and flipped us over, letting me rest on his chest.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @syylss @miyukafujii @ge-billsgf @ballhair @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover

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hookliner · 26 days

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need people to gas up gentle sex more. that shit makes me more horny than any form of rough sex

#i just like being touched #and asked if things feel good in a soft tone #i also just like gently touching someone #grazing fingertips over skin #kissing everywhere #like r u kidding #gentle sex #rules #mlm #t4t #mlm t4t #t4t mlm #queer #gay #bisexual #bisexual mlm #t4t nsft #nsft #mlm nsft

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pininghermit · 1 year

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Love So Soft (Alucard x Reader)

(AN: Please read the part one before you read this)

Summary: Your mouth finds his in an urgent kiss. All the drowsiness from the sleep gone as you kiss him senseless.

Pairing: Alucard x Top Reader

“Mmh,” you rock your hips in your sleep. The last embers of void fade as an ocean of pleasure fill your body. Blearily opening your eyes you try to gather your surroundings while tackling the arousal that floods your senses.

It does not take long to spot the source of it. Huddled in your arms Adrian rubs against you. Last night's reminder litter on his skin. Slight pink dusts his cheeks. You should have expected this. Your lover was nothing if not stubborn. Last night’s dismissal would not stop him from evening the scale. Unrelenting he continues and you feel the gathering heat in your groin.

Delighted at your pleasured groans, Adrian leans in. His sharp fangs bite the skin near your collarbone. Your hand pulls his golden hair which earns you a moan from your dhampir. While the one travels and circles his waist to pull him closer. Anything to increase the friction that keeps you both panting.

Your mouth finds his in an urgent kiss. All the drowsiness from the sleep gone as you kiss him senseless. Biting his lip as your tongue teases the sensitive fangs. A subtle shiver that runs through his body enough to encourage your ministration.

Adrian’s hands land on your back, an effort to be closer. But even then his nails never scratch your back. Not even lust can make him hurt you. He was too gentle to do that. Too loving that even a single scratch would hurt his heart long afterwards.

This gentleness, this warmth made you wonder how on Earth had his previous lovers ever manage to hurt him. How did their heart not break for someone so kind? Even after all the tragedies, Adrian remains kind. You love him for it. The hope that remains undiminished in him makes you love him greater, if that was possible at this point.

Your other hand travels down. “Haa,” he gasps. As undressed as Adrian is it does not take long before you land right where he wants. A tender touch to his erection trapped between you both has him faltering in his motion.

“Please…mmh,” you do not wait for the moan to turn into a whine before you rut against him harder. As a reaction, your lover’s head falls back in pleasure. His eyes roll back when your hand squeezed his ass further pushing you two into each other.

It does not take long before his back arches in pleasure pushing you both to your orgasm.

Even through the flashing moments of your pleasure your hands find his. Holding them close as you resist the urge to overstimulate your lover to another orgasm. You find his lips and trap them in a lazy kiss.

Your hand brushes away the wayward tresses that stick to your beloved’s sweaty forehead. You kiss him again on his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, and the entirety of his face. Breathy chuckles fill the room as you continue your onslaught of affection.

Maybe one day you would be able to love Adrian recklessly. One day you would not weigh his trauma in your relationship but for now, you are content. This laughter as you snuggle is all you need.

You obnoxiously place your leg over his. Cuddling aggressively, uncaring of the mess that you both were. Cleaning up had to wait.

#castlevania #bottom alucard #alucard #alucard x reader #gentle sex #top reader

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definitelynotmarch · 1 year

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Akutagawa Ryūnosuke × Nakajima Atsushi (NSFW)

notes: all of my fanfictions are locked for the mean time. you need to be a registered user in ao3 in order to read them. please bear with me.

Ryūnosuke looked at Atsushi intently, the latter slowly unbuttoning his white shirt with shaking hands. On the back of his mind, he admired how his partner's visage reflect the moonlight coming from the window, as if every corners of his body glowed immaculately— a sight to behold, a sight that only Ryūnosuke himself can see. To him, Atsushi has always been a beauty. But what he saw next made his breathing hitch when the white fabric slipped away from Atsushi's shoulders: long whipped marks across his chest, some were on his biceps; what caught his attention were two burnt marks below his left chest. Ryūnosuke should have been relieved that Atsushi's wrist cuts didn't increase since the day he told him to stop doing 'that', but he cannot help but to wonder how the younger man is feeling all throughout until now.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #atsushi #nakajima atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bsd sskk #shin soukoku #sskk #bsd fanfic #march writes #ryuunosuke akutagawa #akutagawa ryunosuke #ryunosuke akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd smut #gentle sex

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obey-me-headquarters · 2 years

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You never quite got used to the image of Diavolo - prince of the Devildom and powerful Demon - moaning your name as he withers beneath you. You doubt you ever will. But you couldn't get enough of it. The poor prince was just so touch starved, so needy. All it took was gently rubbing his arm and he would turn and look at you like a dog begging it's owner for treats. It didn't matter where you were. At a fancy ball he was hosting. A retreat with seven unruly demon brothers. Or even in your own bed. The man was absolutely starving for you.

So it was almost cruel how much you were teasing him.

Hands ghosting alongside his thick chest, rubbing against his nipples every so often, but shifting away whenever he leaned too heavily into the touch. Soft praise spilling from your lips as you lean down to trail feather light kisses onto his neck. Diavolo is whining all the while, squirmy against the bed as he thrusts into you desperately seeking more touch. More friction. More love. Just more more more more.

Yet, you keep denying him. Every time he got too close you would shift just out of his each. He was close to crying at this point. You shushed him again, assuring him that he'll get what he needs soon, he just needs to be patient.

Somehow, Diavolo feels his orgasm starts to build. It's a steady but slow build up. No sudden spikes, but no surprise denial either. Just a slow gentle climb as your thigh thursts against his crotch. Taking a bit of mercy of him, you move your hands down to his cock and begin delicately moving up and down. You treat him like he's made of glass, like a gust of wind could knock of him. Like he's fragile and precious and would get hurt if you aren't there to protect him. As the future ruler of a whole realm, he can say he's never being treated with such care.

The tip over to orgasm comes like the test of the night, gently and softly. With a praise whispered in his ear and a tender touch. It feels nothing like those quick, fast orgasms he's used to forcing out of himself when he's so desperate for any sort of release. This one feels like it's going on forever, stretching on and on and on as he throws his head against the pillows and lets out a drawn out moan.

When he finally comes back to himself, breathless and trembling he realizes that you haven't stopped. One of your hands is rubbing his thigh encouragingly while the other rubs his cock gently. It feels overwhelming in a soft way. As he tries to shift away from you, crying out that he can't, he's too sensitive, you shush him again. You tell him that he can keep going, that he's not finished you, that he just needs to lay down and trust you because you swear you're going to take such good care of him.

With fresh tears beginning to stream down his face he nods and lays back. He barely notices he's nearing another peak until it suddenly sneaks up on him. You still don't stop. You continue to touch him as softly as you first did when you start the night, praise falling out of your lips as you press against his neck. Diavolo feels as though you're taking him apart with every orgasm, every soft touch until there's nothing left. Until he runs out of tears and cum. Until he can't even form words anymore to beg.

And then you piece him back together again.

You clean him up like you're resorting a precious piece of art. Rubbing circles into stiff muscles all the while. Until he feels boneless and floaty. You feed him chocolate and fruit and hold a straw up to his mouth so he can take sips of cool refreshing water. You pet his head and ruffle is hair while whispering how proud you are of him.

As the two of you finally settle down, his head laying snuggly in your lap as you trace patterns into his back. Diaovolo feels like he's been made anew.

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me dom!reader #my post #overstim #overstimulation #multiple orgasms #gentle domination #how can i write this in like half an hour #but this one solomon Asmo Mc piece is taking forever and a day?#gentle sex

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