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bahablastplz · 1 month

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Canvas: Hyunjin x Reader

Content: A late night with your boyfriend turns into something more as you both try something you had only talked about before; smut and fluff Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, heavy heavy praise WC: 2500 Happy birthday Hyunjin <3

Hyunjin was painting again.

As you roll out of bed in the middle of the night, this fact is apparent. The smell of paint wafts from the living room where he has his work space set up. A large tarp on the floor, a small easel propped up and a lamp set to illuminate his latest work. Paints lay haphazardly around him, a blend of colors and shades of hues mushed across the palette. The rest of the room was dimly lit, moonlight shimmering through the curtains and shining on your boyfriend’s face. God, he was breathtaking. One paintbrush is in his mouth and the other in his hand, gliding across the canvas. The sight makes you let out a breathy laugh.

“Love?” He looks up at you now, watching your frame as you admire him from the wall. The lamp light reflects onto his dark-framed glasses when his gaze meets yours, and you smile at how the yellow and orange lights glow across his features. He smiles back. It’s a small gesture, and even though you’ve seen him smile hundreds of times the gesture warms your heart.

You cross the room in your nightgown, the cold breeze from the air-conditioning causing you to curl into yourself slightly. Hyunjin beckons to the spot on the floor beside him and you take it eagerly, body curling around him and head resting on his lap.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask him. He has the habit of sneaking away in the night, so as to not wake you, and painting until the sun starts to creep through the windows. It’s cathartic for him, a way for him to get away from his thoughts that trouble him in the night. In moments like this you love to watch him, how his brows furrow in concentration and his lips get caught between his teeth. Hyunjin was the most in his element when he had a canvas in front of him.

“Mm,” he confirms. He checks his hand to make sure no paint dirties it before he rests it on your hip, drawing soothing circles on top of your nightgown. Your head nuzzles deeper into him and you breathe in his scent, letting out a content hum.

“Did I wake you?” He asks a moment later. His hand moves effortlessly across canvas, dappling acrylic paint across a vision of flowers that was already the picture of perfection to you–but would probably take him at least a few more hours to complete. He was a perfectionist like that; he could point out every absence of color, needed highlight or small imperfection of his work that was near imperceivable to you.

“No, the bed was just cold. I wanted to see where you were,” you hum against his skin. Your words were true, of course; because you get so hot when you sleep next to your boyfriend, the house usually stays a bit chillier but you notice his absence sometimes when he leaves the bed late at night. He now wears a dark colored hoodie that swallows his features, meant for his comfort when lounging around the house like this. His pants are also meant for lounging, the gray sweatpants soft but covered in remnants of previous art projects known lovingly as his ‘painting pants.’

“Do you want me to warm you up?” You nod and crawl into his lap, nuzzling your face right into the crook of his neck. He lets out a breathy laugh underneath you, arms wrapping around your frame to bring you closer as he continues to work. After a few minutes your boyfriend leans closer to the canvas, examining a piece of his work that must have not looked right to him. This action shifts your position, however, your core now pressed right against his clothed length. You tense against him and your breath hitches slightly, and you know that he’s caught on to your arousal.

“How much longer?” You whine against him. He lets out a laugh and uses his free hand to stroke your back, long fingers moving languidly across your spine. The action is meant to soothe you but has the opposite effect, sending an electrical shock down your body and causing you to let out a small breath.

“Why, love? Are you feeling needy for me?” You nod almost embarrassingly fast. While you love watching Hyunjin paint and could for hours, you can’t help the want that settles deep in your gut that begs for his touch, his attention, and his desire to be released toward you.

“I was hoping to paint for a while more,” he confesses. You try not to let your disappointment show, but you let out a moan as the man’s hand finds your hips, pushing you harder against him. The friction that meets your core has you feeling more desperate and you buck into him and he’s smiling, and it infuriates you to know he’s intentionally trying to work you up. He has always loved seeing you pliant, needy and desperate for him, and you were unfortunately already in that state somehow. “Do you want to sit on my cock baby?” Your head reels back to look at him with wide eyes. “You can sit on my cock while I paint but you have to be good and promise not to move, okay?”

You had talked with him about cock-warming before but it was never something you had actually done. Now, it must be just past 3 a.m., and you were finally turning the hypothetical into reality–it felt unreal. You let out an affirmative sound and nod your head, and he’s maneuvering your bodies to get you set up. He repositions you so that you’re on your knees above him, slightly towering over him where he sits on the floor. He’s lifting his hips up and pushing his pants down just past his thighs, releasing his cock and pumping it one, two times. He’s hard already, and you watch him in awe as he works to pleasure himself in front of you. It’s just for a second, but enough for him to have your breath come to a stop, which is exactly what he was waiting for.

His hands find place on your waist. He’s hitching your nightgown up above your hips, leaving you bare for him. It’s no secret that sometimes you sleep without underwear on, but he smirks at you and stares in a way that leaves you feeling utterly exposed despite him having seen you like this hundreds of times. His fingers come up to your core, rubbing it and gathering your wetness to spread it around your folds. You let out a moan at the action, thankful for the contact before he’s dragging you down and placing his cock at your entrance.

He leans back on his hands and looks up at you, waiting for you to do the rest. And so you do, piercing yourself onto him and sliding down his length, inch by inch. Hyunjin was well-endowed, so to speak, so it was never an easy fit to take him but it felt pleasurable nonetheless. Finally he is fully inside you, and your breathing and each moan is completely synced with one another. A hand comes up to bring a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and the movement is so domestic and loving that it makes your heart pang in your chest.

“Beautiful,” is all he says.

He brings your nightgown back down so that it covers you up, remembering your recent complaint about being cold. Your head finds its place back on his shoulder, in the crook of his neck like it’s your home.

And, he continues painting.

You’re not sure why you’re surprised–that’s exactly what he said he was going to do. Your boyfriend has a lot of self-control and restraint that you did not, and it was especially evident when you were intimate. While you often become wrecked from the start, he would let his pleasure build up and would reel from the delayed gratification of it all.

Your knees find the ground and before you can help yourself, you put your weight on them. You’re propping yourself up, sliding up his length about halfway, before crashing back down. Your clit drags deliciously across his abdomen in the process, causing you to let out a heavy sigh of pleasure. You rock against him only one more time before strong hands find your shoulders, pushing you down hard. You try to bounce up again and find that you’re unable, his grip keeping you in place so firmly that you cannot budge despite your attempts.

“Don’t,” he scolds. His words are sharp, not laced with venom but to remind you of his earlier demands.

At this angle, his hands pushing you down causes his cock to be seated deeper inside you than before and you let out an embarrassing squeak. You feel so full, and you tell him so.

He has an idea; he grabs you and leans forward, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his torso. When he sits back down, you are now unable to give yourself the momentum needed to move your hips or rock against his length. You are fully seated on him and he is fully inside you, his arms wrapping around you and holding you flush against him as he continues his work.

It’s silent, now, with the exception of your shallow and uneven breathing. You find yourself clenching against him over and over again, reeling in the sensation of him inside you. And it’s just that–you can really feel him like this, every ridge and vein, every pulse of him inside you, and it has you feeling lightheaded.

“God, baby, you’re gushing around me,” he whispers into your hair. “Taking me so good.” His praise makes you smile and squeeze tighter around him and he groans. You feel smug to finally get him to lose his composure, but he starts spouting more praise that makes all thoughts vanish in an instant.

“So good for me, baby, you know that? Such a good pussy. You’re the love of my life, God, you were made just for me. You were made for me to love you, to hold you like this… So pretty for me. You’re all mine, meant to take my cock, yeah?” You whimper against him, the mixture of sweet nothings and sexual praise whispered to you making you feel dizzy.

It’s several more minutes before you say something, finally coming to the conclusion that you would have to be the one to initiate it further, if he would even let you.

“Please…” It’s all you can say at first.

“What, love?” He teases. He knows exactly what you want.

“Need you to move, please, Hyune… It’s too much. Need to cum,” You beg. You’re sure you sound pathetic but you can’t find it in you to care. If there’s anyone who’s not only willing but wanting to see you in your most pathetic and vulnerable states, it’s Hyunjin.

“Poor thing, does it feel that good?” His voice asks with a small lilt in it. You’re sniffling now, embarrassed about the tears starting to spill down your cheeks but so overcome in pleasure and sensitivity; you can both feel it in the ways that you clench around him unabashedly. He brings his head back to see your face, to examine your tears. He’s seen you on the verge of tears a few times while having sex from being overwhelmed by pleasure, and though it always makes his heart tighten because he’s the one that’s doing that to you, he’s the one making you feel that good, he knows it’s about time you’ve reached your limit. He wipes a stray tear away and you don’t even realize that he has dropped his paintbrush until he’s picking you up and bringing you over to the couch.

He leans back, enraptured by you, and brings you in for a sweet but messy kiss. It’s open-mouthed and hot, and it feels like you’re breathing into him and filling up his lungs. Your tongues meet and you’re covered in spit, a mixture of yours and his, and suddenly his hands are on your hips and his feet are planted strongly on the ground. He doesn’t disconnect his mouth from yours as he thrusts up into you long and hard, but any coherence is long since gone and you’re not sure you’re even kissing back anymore, instead giving loud, high-pitched moans into his mouth.

His hands move to the undersides of your thighs and he uses his strength to piston into you. In this way, you can only take what he gives but it’s more than enough, as he knows your body better than you do.

“I’m close, love,” he confesses. He lets his head fall back onto the couch but his eyes never leave yours, drinking up your scrunched up face and open-mouthed pants. It’s no surprise that you’re both close to your arrival so soon, after sitting on him for so long your pleasure feels like it’s increased tenfold.

“Me too,” you say, struggling to get the words out. You didn’t have to tell him, though. He could tell by the way you were starting to tighten around him.

“Go ahead and touch your pretty clit for me, make yourself come.” You follow his command, hand snaking down to where your bodies meet. He was right, you were absolutely soaked, and you use this wetness to shakily circle around your clit. His thrusts get harder, deeper, the way they do right before he cums. Unsurprisingly, you beat him to it, clenching all over his length and throwing your head back as you release.

He follows suit, thrusting into you a few more times before he finds his release, spilling deep inside of you. He holds you close, rutting into you now slowly and working you both through your intense orgasms. When he stills, you collapse into his arms and he holds you tight, embracing you and running a hand through your hair as he praises you. When he finally pulls you off of him you feel empty and this makes you whine. Hyunjin pulls up his sweatpants and carries you to your shared bathroom, placing you onto the sink as he runs the bath. It’s late, but you feel grimy and covered in sweat so the bath is more than welcomed.

When you look into the mirror, you can’t help but laugh. Your nightgown is covered in paint at your hips and your waist. Though he had tried to be so careful, you suppose it was the risk that came with the reward. When Hyunjin sees the target of your laughter, he joins you and apologizes sheepishly, promising to buy you another.

“It’s okay, this can just be my paint nightgown,” you joke. “I’ll wear it the next time we have sex while you’re painting.” He smiles at you affectionately, and when you finally get back to sleep it’s in his arms and your bed is warm again.

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watchmegetobsessed · 10 months

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MY HUSBAND

A/N: some extra fluffiness bc this scene was stuck on my mind all day

WORD COUNT: 835

SUMMARY: It's been days since your wedding, but it is just now sinking in. Harry is your husband.

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It’s a miracle you’re up before noon. You haven’t really seen the sun before twelve these past days even though you are supposed to be on vacation.

Well, honeymoon, to be precise.

That’s right. You married your best friend and love of your life exactly four days ago, but it still feels like a fever dream. You got the wedding of your dreams in the Italian countryside with all your loved ones, family and closest friends, you danced the night away celebrating the start of your marriage. Part of you expected an extraordinary feeling the moment you said ‘I do’ and it really was the best day of your life, but you haven’t quite processed the change it has brought to your life.

Now you’re lying in bed, the warm breeze is carrying the salty scent of the sea through the open windows and you’re watching Harry snoozing peacefully beside you in bed, the crispy, white sheets are tangled around his waist, but most of his upper body is fully naked to your sleepy eyes. He looks beautiful, delicious, like a dream and it finally hits you, like a switch has been flipped.

He is your husband. Harry is now your husband.

Lifting your head up above you, you stare at your wedding band with a full heart and giddy head. It’s such a simple, tiny object but it means so much, if not everything. Even after five years of dating, seven years of being friends, it’s still hard to believe Harry chose you the way you chose him to spend the rest of your life with.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you turn to your side and examine his side profile in the soft light. The slope of his nose, his puckered lips, his curly eyelashes fanned out perfectly… The way his chest slowly rises with each breath he draws and how his ribs are showing through his soft skin, since one of his arms is tucked under his head, the other one is somewhere under your pillow. He is radiating warmth and every inch of his perfect body is screaming to be kissed.

At first you reach out and run your fingers down his sternum, across his tummy and over his little happy trail that disappears underneath the sheets and you know for a fact he is wearing nothing, because you were the one who freed him of his clothes last night when you got back from dinner.

He doesn’t react to your touch, so you dare to draw the laurel tattoos on his hips with the pad of your finger before pulling your hand back and admiring his beauty in silence. But then the urge is just too hard to fight and you push yourself up, the sheets pooling around your naked waist and you lean over, bringing your lips to the delicious, exposed skin just above his navel.

You pepper tiny kisses down his stomach, over his belly button and down his happy trail, kissing each of the laurels as well and that’s when he takes a deep breath, his hands moving to his face to rub his eyes.

When he finally opens them you’re sitting up next to him, staring down at him with a beaming smile.

“What’s gotten you so smiley?” he asks in that irresistible, groggy morning voice that makes your insides turn in an instant.

“You’re my husband.”

You see the surprise on his face at first along with the confusion before he breaks out into a smile.

“I am, yeah,” he grins, his hand reaching out and settling on your waist. “And you’re my wife,” he adds with a chuckle.

“Doesn’t that sound… magical?” you sigh dreamily and he finally understands what this is all about.

“It does. I love the sound of it. I’ve been waiting for a long time to call you that.”

Heat crawls up your neck at his words, even after all this time he never fails to make you giddy.

“We’re not just girlfriend and boyfriend anymore.” Moving closer you lie back down as his arms lock around you, pulling you on top of him.

“Mm, not anymore,” he smirks.

“You’re not just my fiancé…” you keep musing and Harry nods. “You are… my husband.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and you can feel his chest vibrating under you.

“Thank you.”

“For being your husband?” he arches an eyebrow.

“For choosing me.”

“I didn’t choose you,” he says, squeezing your sides. “There was no choice to make, no decision. I knew you were it for me, I didn’t have to even think about it.”

“You always say you knew it the moment we met.”

“I did.”

“But we didn’t even talk that night, how would have you known?” Harry shrugs.

“I just did. In here,” he says, tapping his chest with one hand. When it returns to your waist you lean down and kiss his peck over his heart.

“Alright then,” you smile at him. “I believe you, husband.”

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lovebugism · 6 months

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for fictober, maybe making matching halloween costumes with steve and he says smth like "ur costume looks great" ?

ty for requesting!! — steve gets all "king steve"-y about halloween and you make him eat his words (established relationship, fluff, mentions of smut 18+, 1.3k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Lying over Steve’s bare body, you sprinkle kisses to the blossoming pink marks on his neck. He tastes clean and boyish — like the mint of his aftershave, the salt of his sweat, and the faintest hint of sex still lingering in the air.

His calloused palms smooth up and down your naked waist under the plaid comforter you lay beneath. He noses at your hair, a faint smile on his face. He never knew a person could be so content.

“Mm… Halloween’s coming up, you know?”

“Mhm?” you hum absentmindedly against his neck, continuing your gentle assault there. You don’t want him to think you’re not listening, but the taste of his skin on your tongue is much louder than the words spilling from his kissed mouth.

“We should probably come up with a costume, don’t ya think?”

Your lips smack audibly when you part from his neck. You blink at him with glassy eyes, mouth swollen and parted in bemusement. “Seriously, Steve?” you monotone. “You’re not even soft yet.”

“I know, but it’s stressing me out,” he whines, eyes squeezed shut and head tilted back — looking not unlike he had just moments ago. “It’s been keeping me up a night, babe. Seriously.”

A crooked smile blossoms slowly on your lips. You shake your head with a shrug, entertaining him despite yourself. “Why don’t you and Robin dress up together?”

“Because she wanted to go as the twins from The Shining. Like a freak.”

“I personally would love to see you in a skimpy dress, all covered in blood,” you confess in a teasing inflection, though your mischievous grin is more sincere.

Steve’s features fall flat as he deadpans. “Of course you would. ‘Cause you’re also a freak.”

Your smile widens. You lean further in to kiss him with it — a firm and languid peck you try to deepen. He pulls away before you can, looking just as pained by it as you do. “Stop being hot, it’s distracting me.”

“Dress up however you want, Steve. I don’t care—”

“I care,” he insists, brows raised and eyes wild. “We have to dress up together—”

“Why?”

“‘Cause we’re a couple, and we love each other, and I…”

Your eyes narrow when he trails off. “And you what?”

He gets all awkward, flustered and shifting beneath you. One of his fidgeting hands leaves your side to swipe through his wild, sweat-damp hair. He stammers through the words, trying to figure out the best way to say them. “And I… have a reputation that… makes these things sorta important. That’s all.”

“Right,” you hum sarcastically, nodding slowly in return.

“It just takes genuine consideration, okay? What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” you lilt with your head tilted to your bare shoulder. Your fingers continue to draw absentminded patterns on his scruffy chest. “I’m glad to know that my boyfriend — who graduated high school two years ago — still needs everyone’s applause to live.”

Steve meets your sweet smile with a squint. “You can’t be mean to me like that. You know it turns me on.”

Your grin grows into a more sincere expression. You peck his soft pout too quickly for him to kiss you back. You’re rolling off of him a second later. He whines at the loss of you, immediately cold without the warm weight of your naked body.

“What— where are you going?” Steve complains as you pad across the living room, still totally bare.

“Close your eyes,” you command without looking back at him.

“What?”

“Close your eyes!”

With your hand on the knob of the closet door, your glance over your shoulder to make sure he isn’t peeking. When you’re certain he’s obeyed you, you rifle through the hung clothes there. It smells like his cologne, your perfume, and an old house — domestic bliss.

You find your and his old Scoops Ahoy uniforms smashed together in the very back. The red, white, and blue sailor’s outfit sends a pang of warm nostalgia bursting in your stomach. The hanger thumps against the wall when you tug his off of it.

You look back again, finding Steve with his nose scrunched and one eye peeking open. It only confuses him more, finding you halfway hidden in your shared closet.

“Keep ‘em closed, Harrington!”

He abides, rather quickly after having been caught so suddenly. “Is this a surprise? ‘Cause I’m not mad about it, but… I’m still a little confused.”

“You’ll see…” you trail off with a mischievous inflection.

The heavy cotton of the uniform slides over you with ease, all but swallowing you whole. You roll the bright blue shorts at the hem so they aren’t as long on you, tucking the oversized top within itself just the same. The white hat sits lopsided on your head, just as wrinkled as the rest of it. Thesewn-in nametag sits just above your breast.

“Okay. Open your eyes,” you announce, finally.

Steve’s honey gaze flutters open. He’s confused at first, then shocked, then somewhat pleasantly surprised. He blinks at you for several long moments, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

You hold your arms out beside yourself, doing a little spin so he can get every angle of you. “Do you like?” you question with a knowing twinkle in your eye.

He nods until the words to answer you catch up to him. “Yeah. I like. I like very much, actually.”

It isn’t a whole lot unlike seeing you in his clothes, which has happened hundreds of times by now. His favorite sweater’s lying in a crumbled ball on the floor this very moment from where he’d pulled it off of you earlier.

But something about this drives him unusually wild.

It’s the nostalgia, perhaps. He fell in love with you at Scoops, and now you’re wearing his uniform, bare underneath it, just to appease him.

“So, there. We settled it,” you concede with a grin as you walk back to the bed again. “See how easy that was…” you trail off when you crawl back on the mattress, gravitating towards Steve like you were destined to do it.

His chin juts back when you try to kiss him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa— what’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug. “It means I’ll go as you, and you’ll go as me.”

“But then why wouldn’t you just wear your uniform.”

“‘Cause then it wouldn’t be dressing up… I’d just be me from a year ago.”

Steve’s honey eyes remain in a puzzled squint. His chiseled features are twisted, still confused in his way. “But there’s no way I’m fitting in your uniform.”

“Yeah. It’ll be super tight, and the skirt will be super short,” you nod before a wide grin tugs slow at the corners of your kissed mouth. Your tongue peeks from behind your teeth, smile glittering with a girlish giddiness. “You’ll look like a total slut.”

Steve’s scrunched brows raise at the mischievous expression. “And I’m guessing that’s a good thing?”

You smile at your oblivious boy, cupping his face in your hands until his cheeks squish together. “Yes, Stevie. That’s a very, very good thing.”

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theodorenottwhore · 5 months

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cheating on your bf with Theodore nott:

• texts you while you’re sat with your boyfriend and his friends

“I wonder if he makes you feel as good as I do”

“I know you love it when i’m buried deep inside that tight little pussy”

“I love the way your eyes roll back when I fuck you with my tongue Amore mio”

“I can see you limping baby, did I fuck you that good?”

• loves it when you get jealous seeing him flirt with other girls

“who the hell is she Theo?”

“mm don’t worry bambina, you’re the only one whose pussy is ever gonna be wrapped around my cock”

• purposely leaves hickies scattered on your body, hoping your boyfriend notices them

“Theo d-don’t, he’ll s-see” you’d whimper, nails digging into his arms.

“then I guess you better not let him touch you baby” he’d chuckle, plunging his fingers back inside your wet pussy.

• Meeting up whenever you can, sometimes even missing classes just so he can fuck you

“fucking take it slut, take this cock” he’d groan, thrusting his hips against yours so hard that the shelf behind you in the broomcloset would fall to the ground.

“T-Theo fuck someone might find u-us” you’d cry, tears running down your cheeks while he’d be rutting into you.

“let them, let them see how much you love to be fucked by me, let them see how deep I am inside this tight little cunt”

• Theo’s friends know that you two are seeing each other and will help cover you when needed.

• loves loves loves making sure your clothes smell of smoke, everybody knows Theo is addicted to cigarettes and he knows for a fact that your boyfriend will question you when your robes smell

•loves to take pictures of you either covered in his cum or sucking his cock

“I knew this mouth was good for something”

• has a huge breeding kink

“mmm fuck look at my cum dripping out of you baby”

“gonna fill you with my cum

• his favourite positions are: doggy, missionary (so he can watch you fall apart, cowgirl (he loves to watch your tits bounce) g-whizz, tabletop

•fingers you while you have class together (your both partners in potions), your boyfriend sits in front of you

“I can’t hold it” you’d whimper, twitching in your seat. you’d try to hold yourself together but end up letting out tiny whimpers that thankfully and surprisingly aren’t heard over snape drawing on.

“then don’t, cum for me baby, soak my fingers while your boyfriend is sat just in front of us” he .loves.to.suck.your.juices.off.of.his.fingers

• loves public sex, his favourite places are: the common room, library ( because it’s so quiet and he loves to see you try and be silent) astronomy tower, boys locker room (specifically against your boyfriends locker)

•sometimes he lets mattheo and blaise watch if they walk into their shared dorm and catch them in the act.

“look at her, taking my cock so fucking well”

•is a huge🍒guy, he loves sucking your tits

• you both end up fucking at least 5 times a week.

•is very possessive over you and sometimes results in him fighting your boyfriend simply because he touched you.

“you. thrust. belong. thrust. to thrust. me”

ahhh I hope you guys enjoyed this!! would you like to see more of this content?

Idk why but Theo and cheating just goes so well together😭🤚🏻

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levmada · 9 months

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//gn!reader, handjob, praise

just just levi getting off on being praised.

you're not doing much to him. in the late night, he sits in your lap, legs spread as you tug and play with his plump cock. he's fully clothed except for some loose pants and boxers which are awkwardly pulled down above his knees.

"I knew you needed some attention, didn't I, baby?"

the papers he had been working on are strewn beside you, fallen apart from their neat pile because of how much levi is squirming. he gasps through his teeth, his head turning fitfully in efforts to be shy and hide his face.

"Use your pretty voice."

"Yes," he whispers. "I—I did."

"That's a good boy," you purr in his ear. His cock jumps in your fist. "Pretty boy. You don't know how pretty you are. You hear how wet this cock is?—it's so fucking hot."

He grabs tight hold of your shirtsleeve, panting into his elbow. "F...Fuck..."

He moans softly as another bit of cum dribbles down his cock. You use it to make your pumping even faster. While he's a squirming trembling ball of heightening tension in your hold.

You sense the climax he's rapidly approaching, and, sighing, you take his earlobe between your teeth, hand sneaking up his shirt. his nipples are pebbled. you tug on the bud. “Mm, gonna come already?”

He hisses through his teeth, a precious whine welling up from his throat. "I can't..."

"Oh, no no—my good boy is so horny. what's not to love?"

he gasps and tenses up suddenly, drawing totally still. a long, stuttery whine marks his climax. his legs randomly spasm as his head falls back against your shoulder, and cum from his twitching cock spurts between your fingers.

"good boy, good boy so perfect," you ramble. so that, even as he grows oversensitive, he'll begin to beg you for more.

#levi x reader #levi smut #levi ackerman smut #captain levi x reader #captain levi x you #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n smut #levi.thirsts

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gojoed · 7 months

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your eyes didn't need to be open to know that he was looking at you. deft and lean fingers carded and twirled with the strands of your hair that were splayed over his lap. the soft wind that blew through the gojo estate drove the smell of summer to you.

satoru's fingers would sometimes wander to your face, tracing your features, following your jawline where at times his lips replaced his fingers. his lap was comfortable, sleep worthy even. not to mention the extra plush the traditional clothing he had on that helped guide your head to its place.

you also didn't need your eyes to be open to know that any minute now he would say something stupid.

"hey babe?"

"mm?" your eyes still closed.

"did you hear about the italian chef who died?"

you furrowed your brows, you haven't heard that one before.

"what italian chef are you talking about satoru."

"cmon just answer the question." you could practically hear the pout in his voice. which if you didn't listen, would turn to a tantrum. in turn it would turn into satoru proclaiming that you didn't love him anymore, that if you really did you would have just answered. you decided to save yourself the hassle.

"no satoru, i haven't heard about the italian chef who died."

"really? cause he pasta-way."

"..."

finally opening your eyes, you could see small wide pools of blue staring down at you. observing you as if he were a cat watching someone from across the room. except you were lying your head on his lap, and he picked up a strand of your hair and started tickling your face with it.

when he reached your mouth, you blew at your own hair. earning yourself a 'so mean' from your boyfriend. but that didn't stop him from continuing to draw unknown shapes on your face.

he looked handsome, you thought. although he was a teenager he still held his baby face within his features. but you could tell within a few short years the subtle baby fat still residing in his cheeks would soon fade to be replaced with a sharp jawline, maybe a more striking smile. the pink however, that always seemed to dust his face whenever he was with you, you hoped it never went away. and you hoped that the look he gave you with his eyes, you hoped that that stayed as long as you lived.

"why're you lookin' at me like that, pretty? you in love with me or something?"

satoru was such a tease.

"mm, with your money maybe."

satoru knew you were joking, but that didn't stop him from dropping that strand of hair he was playing with and releasing a sharp gasp from his pink and smooth lips (you suspect he was using your chapstick, satoru respectfully disagrees). he laid a hand over his chest, as if he was in pain.

"i knew it! you're just like the rest of them! maybe i should've listened to the old geezers when they told me you were bad news."

that made you laugh, a sound coming from deep within your abdomen, making your body slightly quake. that sound never failed to make a smile appear on satoru's face, so much so that he even smiled with his eyes. his skin crinkled at the edges.

lifting your arms, you placed you hands on his cheeks, pulling him in a little.

"baby, you're the one who's bad news. not me."

satoru hummed, enjoying the way you were slightly squishing his lips together and stroking his face. "the baddest, they just can't get enough of me." that put a smile on your face, satoru was so stupid.

"why did they even summon you here anyway, satoru?"

the question made satoru scoff slightly and roll his eyes. stupid, he could have made that look less hot than it was.

"stupid old farts wanna know how i'm doing at jujutsu high. i'm their dear 'satoru-kun' who's the face of the clan and that i need to act like it. i swear most of them probably have something stuck up their ass so deep they'll probably die with whatever's in there."

he huffed, nuzzling the side of his face with one of your palms. you always calmed him; your presence, your smell. everything about you made his mind calm but at the same time you made his heart race so much that he feared it would jump out of his chest — leaving him to chase after it only to give it to you on the palm of his hand. satoru gojo was the strongest, ever since birth. but he swears you made him the weakest man alive.

satoru pouted when he felt you lift yourself from his lap, ready to whine before he felt you guide his head to yours.

"you don't look so young yourself satoru, you might as well be an old fart."

"hey! i am young and beautiful, thank you very much! the white hair just adds to my charm, it's all natural. guys wish they could be me."

you smiled, leaning down to softly peck his lips.

"that's all they'll ever do then. you're one of a kind. my satoru."

satoru grinned, grabbing onto your forearms as you stared down at him while he stared at you. "all yours."

#no i am not avoiding an essay outline that's due tonight and studying for a test for tomorrow #this is set like the summer after their first year #:3 #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru <33 #jjk <33 #gojo fluff

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vibingandsimping · 7 months

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I was the anon who requested mean dom Astarion. Thank you for filling my request! While I was looking for smut, what you wrote was fantastic! But if you do feel up to writing something smuttier as well, there would be no complaints here ❤️

Hello again, Anon! Glad to know you enjoyed it. I can stretch a few more ideas just for you, my dear.

Mean Dom Astarion x Fem!Reader pt. 2

Smut based headcanons this time!

Forewarnings: Prey/chasing, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, choking, degradation, some minor gore/scratching, oral (receiving), fingering.

Ascended Astarion takes such thrill in a chase. You dared to escape his grasp and he should punish you for it. He should make you regret ever leaving him. He just couldn’t commit himself to it when he loved the way you ran from him so much. Hearing your heavy pants and smelling your fear. Heart pounding rapidly in your chest as your legs took you as far as you could get. It was futile, didn’t you know? He spent centuries hunting, chasing and luring. He knew the streets and forests too well. He would stalk behind you with dilated eyes. Swallowing down his desire to pounce. Just a little longer, he reassured, just enough to give you some hope. Enough that you stalled and caught your breath while looking around. Once you thought he was long behind you did he pounce. Shoving you to the forest floor and your face into the mud. “Stupid whore.” he spat, “You can’t escape me, darling. Oh, I do love seeing you try, though.” He grinds his aching cock through his pants against your groin. You stiffen as he digs his claws into the side of your face. His teeth sank into your neck as he draws your blood from you, leaving your body icy from the crisp air. The way he fills your cunt and fucks you was nearly raw. Claws leaving drooling crimson marks all over your body. His lips stained with your blood as he spears you on his cock.

Spawn or not, Astarion loves watching you writhe under him. Tears spilling from your eyes as he draws painful circles on your clit. He pumped inside you fluidly as he watched you with a hunger. He’d already feasted on you once tonight and you laid with a swimming head. Every sensation he gave you was heightened as the world around dulled. It would be amazing if it weren’t for the fact he denied you the orgasm you needed three times now. No matter how much you begged. He just wouldn’t share that privilege with you. It ached- truly. Your veins were alight and you could feel every sensation with a pained elevation. You needed to cum, so badly. With a deep breath, you squeezed your eyes shut and focused on his finger torturing your clit as his cock ran against the right spots inside you. Your thighs trembled and everything came to a pitch. Finally- finally! With a strangled moan, your orgasm arrived. As soon as you felt the ecstasy there was a sudden emptiness. A frustrated cry escaped you as your climax completely fell flat- ruined. Eyes shooting open in confusion you were met with his figure looming over you. His erection standing tall and weeping as he stared coldly. “You think you can disobey me, pet?” He spoke lowly, grabbing your throat and pinching. “No, you won’t cum at all tonight. Mm, in fact you won’t cum again until I feel you’ve properly apologized.”

Like I said before, Spawn Astarion is SO obsessed with drinking from you. He was always denied his vampiric nature from Cazador. He may have slept with so many in his time but you were his first in a more intimate sense… You denied him the ability to become an Ascendant that doesn’t need to feed in the way he does. His humanity, or whatever was left, was a blessing. Still, his hunger will persist and he takes it out on you. You’re laid out openly before him naked. He took your sight in hungrily- still clothed. Your legs spread and he can see the way your sex glistened in the dim light. It was a positively delicious sight. He descends onto you and begins to lap at your folds. His fingers running along your hip and thigh before he pulls away and sinks his teeth into the flesh near. He drinks as you squirm, wishing for him to continue his attention on your needs. His tongue flattens against the bite before returning to your cunt. This is a pattern that repeats for a long while. Edging your orgasm steadily while he takes periodic breaks to feed on your supple blood. His fingers slip into your entrance and begin to curl against your g-spot with practiced ease. You begin to climb that hill so much quicker, moans ringing in the air. He seems more focused on your pleasure now as white hair was all you could see besides his ruby gaze. Suckling, licking and nuzzling the sensitive flesh til you finally came. As you whined he pulled away and quickly replaced his tongue with his fingers and dug his fangs into the skin above your sex. As the high flooded your senses it quickly hit an overdrive as he drank his last of your blood. You were left a puddle as he hummed contently. Don’t worry, darling. He’ll take such good care of you.

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mochinomnoms · 3 months

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"I want all of you. Every piece of you" + Sunlight with azul please! Fluff/nsfw

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azul ashengrotto x gn!reader [tags] — nsfw-ish, fluff, lots of reference to the myth of icarus [wc} - 910 prompt 15: “I want all of you. Every piece of you.” song: Sunlight (Hozier, “Wasteland, Baby!”) note - idk why but i had a hard time with this one, so it's more romantic that nsfw. it's more alluded to it than explicit francesca (1k event)

“I had been lost to you, sunlight / And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight / Oh, your love is sunlight”

Growing up in the deep sea, the only light was provided by bioluminescent algae shaped into lanterns. Not from sunlight. Growing up in the deep sea, the only warmth Azul experienced was from the embrace of his mother. Not from sunlight.

So the early day sun peaking through the roof opening of the grotto over his eyes was still foreign, despite his time living on the surface. The warmth of the light was pleasant, however, it was currently blocked by something, or someone.

“Azul, love?” you spoke softly as he sunk deeper into the water until only his eyes were visible. He felt a warmth in his cheeks as you admired him.

“Come on, let me see you. My pretty, pretty boy.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this, but you’d only seen his merform once during his overblot. Azul wasn’t fond of the idea of letting you see him in his natural form, though. He spent so much time specially curating his image as a human, someone sleek, neat, and confident. Not this…squishy, wriggly, clumsy form he was born with.

He was a creature suited for nothing but the dark, cold spaces of the deep sea, only seen by the bioluminescent patterning on his skin.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to go back to the docks?”

He flinched as he heard a splash, hiding behind a rock as he felt you move through the water. Azul rested his forehead against the cool surface of the stone, sighing and closing his eyes.

“Please, Angelfish, are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to scare you…”

The sound of water alerted him to your movement again, though he couldn’t make out where you were without

“I want you.” A soft hand threaded through Azul’s hair, making him open his eyes and look up at your form. You were sitting on the rock he rested against, leaning down as your hair fell over your shoulders the closer you came. The sunlight peering through the cave roof shone over you like a halo, you looked like a painting an artist made of an angel.

“All of you. Please? My love?”

Despite his mind screaming at him to back up, to not let you touch his slimy, squishy skin, his tentacles had a mind of their own.

One of his arms curled around your hand, another around your waist, two more around your hips, drawn to you. Drawn to your affections that you so freely give to a greedy man like he. Azul sighed again.

“You’ve taken the water-breathing potion, yes?”

“Mm-hm, just a bit ago.”

“… Good.”

You gasped as Azul dragged you into the water as he sunk backwards. The water under the grotto was dark, almost black, except for the rays of sunlight turning the water into an ethereal green. Once again, Azul found himself beguiled by your visage, hair and clothes floating around you…his arms tightening his grip at the sight.

They truly had a mind of their own, drawing their energy from Azul’s true thoughts and urges. And how could he resist when you so freely offered yourself, love and body, to him.

Azul tangled himself in your embrace, claiming your mouth with his, drawing your tongue into his mouth to suck and explore. He reveled in the whimper that left you, tightening his hold as his tentacles slithered under your clothes, groping and suckers leaving behind marks.

“Mmmh, Azul…” You gasped, exposing your neck for him to suckle marks, trailing down your body. Several of Azul’s arms gently pushed your clothes and undergarments off to have easier access to you. His suckers attached themselves to your sensitive area, shivering in its taste.

“I almost forgot the benefits of being in this body… I can feel and taste your entire being with more than just my tongue. Your pulse drums beneath my grip, the salt on your skin floods my senses, and the sweetness down here.”

One tentacle with a spade-shape was brushing over your hole, pressing in slowly as you clenched onto Azul’s shoulders at the sudden stretch.

“S-slower, Azul please, it’s too much—AAAH~”

Pressing his tentacle dick into your heat, Azul nuzzled his nose against your own as he fell deeper into desire. He shuddered at the surrounding tightness, getting drunk at the pleasure of your being, at the kisses you fluttered against his face, at the thought of permanently mark you as his with more than just his seed.

Like Icarus reaching for his love Apollo, Azul would gladly risk flying too close to the sun, and feel the intense burn of its fiery gaze. Unlike Icarus, the way you looked at him like he was the celestial body itself made him certain that you’d never burn him and cast him back to the dark sea.

Perhaps it was the intoxication from the sybaritism in his veins, bringing him and closer to an orgasm, that would let you two see the god. But he had no need when you were before him, his warmth. The Apollo to your Icarus, the root to his pleasure.

The cry you let out as he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, throwing your head back as the sun shone on you like a heavenly being, reaffirmed you as his own sunlight.

comments and reblogs appreciated 🩷

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto smut #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #francesca (1k event)#🦩 anon

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hanichani · 9 months

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Pairing: chan x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, idol!au

Summary: you and chan are amazing friends but…is that really all you are?

Warnings: none!

Word count: 821

there was a thin line between friendship and love. you and chan would know. what you didn’t know though was on which side of the line you were currently on…

chan’s hand was draped over your torso and his short breaths were tickling the skin on your neck. he looked pretty all the time, that’s a given but there was just something about him when he was asleep. he looked so unbothered, so peaceful and relaxed. that’s why you loved falling asleep next to him. to see him look so content. to see him finally not stress over the smallest things because surprise surprise, chan is a workaholic and a perfectionist. that’s how any good friend would feel about sharing a bed with their other good friend, right?

you also loved that his attention was always only on you and nothing else in those rare mornings after you’d sleep over and that’s why seeing him stir up made your stomach feel all warm and mushy. friends definitely feel this way about other friends.

suddenly his sleepy eyes looked up at you with a bright smile shining on his face. oh you were down bad (as a friend would be for another friend, of course).

"good morning.” he said as he snuggled deeper into the crook of your neck.

“morning channie, how’d you sleep?” you asked, your hand subconsciously moving to draw shapes on his bare back which made him hum against your skin.

“mm, good. always good when you’re here.” that’s surely something a friend would say, yup.

the smile on your face gave everything away and your other hand moved to his hair, earning another content groan from the man you loved (as a friend, obviously).

“that’s-“ your sentence was interrupted by chan’s alarm. he unwillingly untangled himself from you and reached for his phone, turning the alarm off.

“how is it already time to get up.” he sat up, rubbing his palms over his sleep laced face.

you were too busy staring at his defined back to notice his face turning to you. his chuckle brought you back into reality.

“you’ve got a bit of drool there, y/n.” he pointed to his lips while simultaneously laughing harder.

you frowned and draped yourself over his shoulders while his laugh still rang through the room. “oh shut up mr. I always sleep good when you’re here.” your impression of his voice only made him laugh more and pull you closer to him by your arms.

“hey, I was just stating facts.” he says, turning his head to look at you.

“yea and I was just admiring, you’re pretty much asking for it at this point. sleeping all naked next to me and stuff.” you retort while meeting his gaze.

your faces are only inches away and if you weren’t friends which you are, it would only take a slight movement from you to kiss him.

“oh, don’t act like you don’t love it” he says, his eyes briefly going to your lips and moving back up just as fast.

you let go of him and fall back into the bed, your back hitting the soft cushions. you stick out your tongue and give him a silly face as a response. he only smiles at you and then he proceeds to do the most cruel thing he could do to you in the moment. he gets up from the bed.

your hands automatically reach out for him but to no avail. he’s already marching to the bathroom with a small “I should really get ready now.”

when he comes back half an hour later, you’re scrolling on your phone, still in bed. his now clothed form leans over you so you’re face to face again. you throw your phone somewhere on the bed and your hands move into his curls, while each of his find their place on either side of your head.

“i have to go now.” he says, brushing his nose against yours. eskimo kisses are normal between friends after all, right?

“can we meet up tonight?” you whine quietly in response.

“i’ll see when I’m finished at the studio but after that we could?” one of his hands brushes a strand of your hair out of your face.

“yea okay.” you smile up at him.

and then he kisses you. no matter how surprised you are, you kiss him back, of course but just as quickly as his lips landed on yours, they pull away.

“i’ll see you tonight then.” he smiles and places another peck on your lips.

when he closes the door behind him, you realize what just happened. he just kissed you like it was the most mundane thing ever. sure you were close. you were really close but you were still just friends. maybe friends just kiss sometimes? he did it so carelessly, it has to be normal. it’s what really good friends do, right?

a/n: hellooo, i’m pretty new to posting my little drabbles and works soo any feedback is welcome!!!

#chan fluff #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #chan drabbles #skz drabbles #stray kids x reader #skz x y/n #stray kids x y/n #chan x y/n #bangchan x reader #bang chan x y/n #chan x you #bang chan fluff

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sophswritingthings · 5 months

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Mizu and her gf with a 4 or 5 year old daughter who basically plays match maker without knowing it. Reader leaves the room for a minute or two to make some more tea and the little girl just turns to Mizu and is like ‘are you gonna marry mama?’ or ‘are you my other mama now?’ and basically forces Mizu to think about her feelings for reader, but Mizu is stubborn and doesn’t want to admit it or act on it because she doesn’t think reader would feel the same way. But one day someone (who is like boss hamata) comes and forcefully takes reader because of whatever reason and she immediately shoves her child into Mizu’s arms because she trusts Mizu, and this is when Mizu realizes that she needs to confess. So then she saves reader and it’s a happy ending yippie ‼️ (if this is too much feel free to cut it down or remove some parts😭) Ps i love your Mizu fics

pairing: mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): kidnapping (this is fanfiction what did you expect), swearing, blood, mentions of injury/wounds

a/n: the child playing matchmaker and making mizu propose to you 🥹

summary: mizu lives with you, and your young daughter. one day, your daughter asks if she is going to marry you; and she takes a step back to look at her feelings and your relationship. and when your kidnapped, all of that comes into play.

word count: 992 words / 5,300 characters

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“I’ll be back,” you murmur in that soft voice; gathering yourself to your feet and exiting the room.

now, mizu was left with your daughter, one that she had promised you she’d love as her own—if you wanted her to.

mizu glanced over, seeing the toddler tugging on her clothes.

“hm?” she hummed, casting her blue gaze at the young one.

“are you gonna marry mama?” she cocked her head, hugging a small patterned crane close to her chest, “are you gonna be my new mama?”

mizu was taken aback by the question, gazing down at the little girl. she didn’t want to upset her by giving her an answer she didn’t want.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. her words were true. she, truly, didn’t know. she pulled the girl onto her lap, “do you want me to?”

the girl giggled, smiling softly as she kissed mizu’s cheek. “mhm!”

mizu chuckled, ruffling her hair. the girls words made her think—did she want that? did you want that? if she asked.. which, she wanted to—would you say yes?

she didn’t want to be rejected. god, that scared her.

she knew of your past marriage; how it failed and left you and your girl out in the cold when she was so so young.

she didn’t want to bring up past memories—bad memories, at that. and would you be comfortable ever being married again?

she had no answer to any of these questions; well, unless she asked you directly.

and she definitely wasn’t doing that.

she sighed, looking up to see you entering the room.

“you alright, my darling?” you call to her, cocking your head as you placed the tray of tea on the ground.

“I am… alright,” she responded, giving you a little smile as you handed her the tea.

“and how’s my little angel, mm?” you laughed, watching as your daughter reached for you with open arms.

you took her happily, hugging her to your chest with a smile.

boom—

you looked up in shock, the loud booming coming for your door. you hugged your child instinctively, shielding her from any harm.

mizu gathered herself to her feet. she was in no mindset or condition to fight, but for you, she would do anything.

“stay in here,” she commanded, stepping out into the hallway to be greeted by many a samurai.

they were looking for her, if she could guess. the blue eyed onryō that cut through shindo dojo without one care.

she pushed her glasses up her nose.

drawing her sword, she tapped it against the ground—the sound loud and screeching. that would stop them for only a moment, a moment she couldn’t waste.

she threw herself into the heat of the battle; but was almost immediately thrown to the floor.

her head wasn’t in the right place—nor was her body.

“mizu! mizu!” your voice was shrill, screaming her name until she was able to get up from the floor and get to you. in an instant, she realized your situation, held back by the guards—your child in your arms.

that was until you shoved the girl into her arms.

her eyes were wide.

“take care of her, please, mizu,” you say through a sob, your face bloody. “I-I love you both.”

“don’t say sh— things like that like you’re dying, (y/n),” mizu hissed. maybe she was helpless at the moment; but she would rip through hell and heaven just to secure your safety.

“I very well may,” you chuckle weakly. “just.. care for her.”

and with that; you’re ripped away from her.

she watched as the guards tore you away. tore your family apart.

they weren’t here for her. they never were—they were here for you.

she had an idea what it was about—they looked like the shogun’s guards.

so—to edo she’d go. she would go to edo and rip through the entirety of that damn shogun’s army to get to you.

It took days. days of traveling with a young child in her arms to get to edo; but it would be worth it in the end. she’d find you, and take you home, and..

maybe tell you exactly how she felt about you.

she was getting ahead of herself, though. she hadn’t even reached the castle yet.

she wasn’t sure it would take long, though, the guards were trained with methods she’d perfected and learned how to beat.

she had handed the young girl off to a woman for the night, paying her handsomely for the task.

she wasn’t bringing a child so close to something so traumatizing. to possibly see her mother..

no, mizu possibly couldn’t think like that. you were alive, she felt it in her chest.

slicing through the guards, she found herself at the mouth to the castle. and soon, she’d find herself in the heart—you tied up and beaten.

she always loved the way your eyes lit up when you saw her; but not now. you’re face was bloody, scratches down your cheeks and what looked to be a stab wound through your stomach.

the shogun was no where to be found—nor his personal guards, seeing as they assumed you weren’t going anywhere.

she walked over to you, her hands caressing your bloody face.

“my love,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as she unshackled you—taking you in her arms. “you’ll be okay. I am here now.”

you weakly nestled into her arms, squirming at the pain pulsing through your body.

“now.. may not be the most—appropriate time for this, yet—” she took in a sharp breath, “I love you, (y/n). I cannot breathe when you are not in my arms; would you do me the honor of.. being my wife..?”

you weakly nodded, mumbling so something of an “I love you” back to her.

now all she had to do was patch you up, buy you something nice, and make you her wife. than you’d truly be a family.

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a/n: the writing got a bit sloppy at the end because I am tired

#mizu x you #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eyed samurai #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #ask #asked and answered #fic request #request

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nejiverse · 5 months

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i love your writing omg!!! may i please request more shibuya related works? let's pretend that sukuna didn't switch back and gojo isn't sealed in this particular story

s/o thinks he's hot and badass so she can't stop swooning over sukuna, choso and feral!gojo after he's done fighting jogo + mahoraga, yuji and the curse spirits (respectively). fluff, romantic and suggestive please!

i'm not sure if this is considered scenario or imagine but i'd like it to be in the same writing style as your "what does jogo have that i don't?" post thank youuu!

I ADORE U

Choso, Gojo, Sukuna

I hope this is okay!! Fem! Reader

cw: suggestive, making out in gojo’s, sukuna being as rude as ever (whats new)

700 words

"Y/n what are you doing here?", Choso frowned, his voice laced with worry as he held your head between his hands, checking for any injuries.

"Nothing..", you drawled out with a grin.

"Liar".

"I just like seeing you fight is all", you shrugged your shoulders as he pulled you into his embrace.

He shook his head and sighed. "It's dangerous".

You giggled at the overprotective man who knew full well you could protect yourself.

He didn't have a lot in the world but he did have you, and he certainly didn't want anything to happen to you during the conflict in Shibuya.

"You're treating me like a child", you huffed, taking a step back and placing a hand on your hip in disapproval.

"No, I'm treating you like someone who I don't want to lose", he corrected. There was a huge difference.

"Yeah yeah...", your eyes ogled the holes in his clothes which left his abdomen exposed. A grin played on your lips.

"I can't believe curses and jujutsu sorcerers got to see you like this before I did..", your hands traveled up his stomach and to his pectorals at which he twitched under your touch.

He quickly grabbed your wrists, his eyes roaming everywhere but your face. "Stop that..", he muttered a rosy tint painting his cheeks.

"I was just checking for wounds!".

Yeah, a likely story.

"You were so cool Satoru..", you breathed out as he left long and soft kisses down your neck, his thumb drawing circles against the other side of your neck.

"Mm keep going", he mumbled against your neck.

You were surprised he had so much energy left even after fighting the cursed spirits with the way his hands were roaming around your body shamelessly. But then again, he was Gojo Satoru.

"And handsome...a bit crazy", he laughed at the last thing you said before lifting his head up to meet your gaze.

He just seemed like a completely different person when in the midst of a fight, a part of you wished you could see him like that all the time.

"Is that really how you think of me wifey?", he cocked his head with that grin he always seemed to have gracing his face.

"I'm not your wife", you responded.

"You don't wanna be my wife?", he frowned, his hand coming up to your cheek.

"I do, but i'm not your wife yet", Gojo played with the engagement ring on your finger.

"Fiancée, wife, same thing", he rolled his eyes playfully.

"Either way it means your mine, doesn't it?"

You thought you deserved a pat on the back for being able to evade all the flying objects being thrown around by the king of curses and Mahoraga because it certainly wasn't easy.

But it was a must to get in closer and get a good glimpse of Sukuna.

It's too bad the fight was pretty much over by the time you arrived.

you huffed and walked onto the open space Sukuna had caused from all the destruction. "Best 20 seconds of my life—" before you could even react, you were swooped off your feet, a gasp escaping your lips.

“What was that for?”, your question was answered when a giant piece of rubble came crashing down where you were previously standing.

You found yourself thrown over Sukuna’s shoulder and before long, he put you down.

You brought a hand to your mouth, stifling your giggles. “So you do care about me!”.

Sukuna grimaced. “Don’t make me laugh”, he let out a scoff.

“Then why did you save me?”.

Sukuna scratched his head in defeat. He really wasn’t sure. “Doesn’t matter”.

You wrapped your arms around his own arm. “Sounds like my feminine charms are working”, you spoke jokingly which managed to crack the smallest grin onto Sukuna’s lips.

“You’re a piece of work, woman”.

You were gonna take that as a compliment.

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sky-kiss · 6 months

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Cold Cuddles

A/N: I am cold. This is self-indulgent. Not checked over. I'm in a work meeting lol.

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Raphael/Tav(Reader) GN

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“Look at you,” and the tone suggests you shouldn’t expect anything sweet or particularly endearing to be forthcoming. It’s just this side of catty. The devil leans back in his chair, hands folded over his stomach. He looks elegant. Not in the least bothered by the weather outside. “Looking less a mouse and more drowned rat tonight, my dear.”

You shoot him a dark look. It’s not even heavy rain, just mist; it’s the omnipresent cold, seeping deep into your bones. You can’t remember the last time you felt warm.

And that’s a lie. You absolutely remember. The devil played an integral part. Raphael cocks his head to the side, grinning. Some moments you wonder if he can’t read your thoughts. He can’t, of course, he’s not Haarlep. It’s just centuries of experience manipulating and reading mortals coming to bear.

You move towards him. Raphael shakes his head, holding up one finger in warning. “Your sorry state does not preclude proper manners, pet. Make yourself presentable.”

“What qualifies as presentable?”

“You’re a clever mouse. Use your imagination.”

You purse your lips, cold making you irritable. He prefers this; Raphael likes to toe this line, controlling your pleasure and frustration, playing on it like a maestro. Power is as arousing to them as lust or nudity. You strip out of your sodden clothes, lingering by the fireplace. You could call for the maid to run a bath, but it’d take too much time. Simpler to towel yourself off and redress. Feeling a touch spiteful, you rifle through the trunk of clothes he’s brought along. You tug on one of his undershirts, sized for his larger cambion form.

Raphael arches a brow but says nothing. The curl of his lips suggests amusement. The devil pats his lap. “Come. Attend me.”

“Attend you?” You grumble, but it’s barely a protest. He is warm and broad, and you are still cold. The scent of cherries and musk surrounds you, the lingering scent of his skin and perfume. His shirt is a finer material than you’d ever wear, comfortable. Your knee fetches against his. The devil teases the hem of your stolen shirt between his thumb and forefinger. “What have you done today? Safe in the room.”

“Mm, so many wayward souls have visited. So many contracts signed, but I shan’t bore you.” He loves to bore you, loves the sound of his voice. He’s holding back only because he finds the day tedious. Raphael’s hand curves over your waist, drawing you into his lap. The devil shifts and adjusts you until he’s comfortable. Raphael speaks against your temple, lips and breath warm. “There we are. As if you were made for me.”

There are things you could say; you could protest the note of possession. But why? You’re comfortable. It’s easier to pluck the book he’s been reading from the side table. You hand it back to him, settling back against his chest.

He likes to read to you, preening. It’s a language you don’t recognize, but that’s perfectly fine. It washes over you, halfway lyrical, along with his warmth and his scent. Tomorrow, you’ll likely return to your more combative relationship.

For now, why question the devil’s whims?

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #my writing #fluff #I'm a simple creature

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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 5 months

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𝟷𝟸 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 🎄 #12 Gwen ( In Fabric) 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Her Muse ( nudity, no sex )

WARNINGS: nudity, Titanic reference, I think that's it? Idk

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Gwen was your artistic model girlfriend. As much as Gwen loved modelling, she also loved people to pose for her so she could draw them to her heart's content. As Gwen's lover, you made an effort to always be available for Gwen when she wanted you to pose for her. More often than not, she preferred a natural setting such as sitting down in the living room with a book in your hand. She would sometimes draw you and you would be completely oblivious to this. Gwen, despite her darker side, always made an effort to sketch you in your best light, no matter what.

In the late afternoon, after you and Gwen had finished setting up the Christmas tree and drank the last of your mint tea, you both sat in the living room together. You read your book — in your own little world. You heard the faint lines being drawn on the sketchpad and you smiled at the familiar noise. You looked up from your book.

" Drawing again?" You asked, closing your book on your index finger.

Gwen looked up to you. " Please stay like that. You look cute this evening. Did you get new penny loafers?" Gwen asked, gesturing to your new shoes. You smiled. Gwen initially hated then but has grown quite fond of your fashion choices over those few years.

" Yes, actually. I went to the mall on Saturday." You opened your book again.

" They look lovely on you, cherry." Gwen smiled and continued drawing. Gwen called you "cherry" a lot — after all, she was the person to pop yours.

" Thanks, Gwenny." You carried on reading.

It was warm inside. Gwen was sitting comfortably cross-legged in the armchair. Her black dress hitching up her long legs. She looked so casually beautiful — you didn't want to avert your eyes. The way her face changed into one of serious concentration whenever the pencil moved against the paper and how she would place her dark hair behind her ear when it got in the way.

" You're staring." Gwen noted, looking up at you with a small smirk.

" Oh I'm sorry. Can't I admire my beautiful girlfriend?" You tilted your head with a smile, looking back at the page.

Gwen chuckled and continued to draw you. After an hour or so, she handed you the sketchpad and you smiled widely. On the page, Gwen had drawn you in your seated position, fully engrossed in the book and she had paid special attention to your new shoes. Your heart warmed as you admired her drawing.

" Gwen this is beautiful! And you drew me so quickly. Darling, you really have a talent." You smiled, still looking at the drawing.

Gwen smiled down at you. She seated herself on the armrest of the sofa, leaning slightly over you. " I was thinking..." Gwen began, playing with your hair gently.

" Mm?" You looked up to your girlfriend. Her eyes were sparkling in the light of the warm-hued lamp.

" Maybe you could pose for me in a different setting one of these days?" She asked.

" What setting?" You adjusted your position and looked up to Gwen with an eagerness in your tone.

Gwen shrugged. " I was thinking...something more intimate. Like how Jack drew Rose on Titanic? Will you let me?" She asked, playing with the collar of your shirt. You smiled at the idea.

" Oh, I'd like that. But you have to keep the drawing to yourself, okay? Don't show a soul." You warned.

" Okay, I promise. It's for my eyes only. I just wish to draw your body. Your clothes are so beautiful, don't get me wrong. But I find your body more beautiful, and I wish to praise it."

Your cheeks burned and you smiled. " Oh you're so sweet. Okay...um, when do you want to do it?" You placed your bookmark on the page and shut your book, placing it down on the coffee table.

" Whenever inspiration strikes?" Gwen kissed your cheek and you nodded.

" I love you, Gwen." You said warmly.

" I love you too, my cherry."

A few days later, while you were organising your desk area, Gwen came to the door, leaning against the doorframe and crosses her arms. You smiled at her and closed your drawer. Gwen pushed herself off the doorframe and wrapped her arms around you, kissing the back of your neck.

" I heated up my room." She said, playing with the collar of your shirt. You felt her fingers fiddle with her top button and gently undo it.

" You want to draw me now?" You asked, looking up at Gwen.

She merely nodded, undoing another button. After a moment she spoke up. " Is this okay?"

" Of course it is." You smiled and eventually followed Gwen to her room.

Once inside, it was warm. Gwen closed the door and adjusted the lighting. You slowly took off your shirt, watching Gwen move around the room to get everything sorted. You removed your shirt and your pants, removing the rest of your clothes. Gwen approached you and helped you out of her bra. Her slender fingers unclipped it and placed it neatly on the chair with your like of folded clothes. Once you were naked, Gwen guided you to lay down on her bed. She helped position yourself for the artwork and she sat down in front of you.

" Head up." She said softly, beginning to sketch you. You remained in your position, your cheeks burning when Gwen's eyes roamed over your bare figure. She had obviously seen you naked before but this was something different. It was more intimate but less urgent.

You stayed like that for a while. While Gwen sketches and admired you, you admired her with equal fascination. You adjusted your body a few times to get more comfortable but Gwen didn't mind. She smiled whenever she made eye contact with you. It was cute, really.

" You comfortable enough? Do you want me to put the heat up or down?" Gwen asked, her concentration never ceasing.

" Oh I'm fine. How's it looking?" You looked to Gwen and gestured to her sketchpad.

" It's a surprise. Do you want to get coffee after this?"

You smiled and nodded your head slightly. " That sounds good. We can go to that place where they have those canoes on the ceiling. I forget the name but you know which café I'm talking about "

" Yeah, I know. That sounds good." Gwen's eyes darted from the sketchbook to your body.

You nodded again and leant your head on your hand as you watched Gwen work. A short while later, she smiled and put her pencil down.

" You're done?" You asked, sitting up.

Gwen nodded and came to sit next door to you with her sketchpad in her hands. She handed it to you. You saw the drawing that Gwen did. It was a sketch, your face held a small smile in the picture and Gwen seemed to capture every detail of your body.

" Oh! Gwen this is stunning!" You exclaimed, tracing your finger lightly over the drawing. Gwen smiled at the compliment and kissed your cheek.

" Can I put it on my bedroom wall?" She asked.

You laughed and nodded. " Fine, but don't let anyone in your room." You smiled and Gwen nodded with a chuckle. Her finger traced a line over your skin and you shivered slightly. " It's kind of cold. Let me get dressed and we can go out for that coffee. " You kissed Gwen's cheek, admiring the sketch again. " You're so talented, darling." You squeezed Gwen's hand and began to get dressed. She adjusted your collar and smiled down at you, giving you a light peck on your lips.

" Let's go." She grabbed your hand and lead you out the house.

Once you had arrived at the coffee shop, you sat down and ordered drinks which came momentarily. Gwen sipped your cheek and looked to you with a small smile on her face. " So, what do you want to do for Christmas?" She asked, placing her drink back on the table.

You thought for a moment. " Perhaps it would be nice to spend it together?" You shrugged. " We could...buy some yummy food and bake something if you're up for it?" You suggested, licking your lips and tasting the coffee upon them.

Gwen smiled. " That sounds lovely. When we go shopping, maybe you can get more of those fairy lights you like?" She pondered. You smiled and nodded.

" Yeah we can go on Saturday. No rush, really. It will just be nice to decorate our place properly. Not just with a tree but maybe those cute lights and a mistletoe." You nodded at the thought.

Gwen chuckled. " Is the mistletoe just an excuse to kiss me a million times overMd

" I guess it is. Does my Gwenny disapprove?" You asked with a small smirk. Gwen laughed and shook her head.

" Definitely not, my cherry."

When you and Gwen returned home and hour later, she threw her leather jacket over the armchair and threw her keys on the table nearby. You put your coat up on the rack and walked up to her, hugging her from behind. She smiled and turned to face you, planting a small kiss on your lips. When she pulled away, you brought her hand up to her face and pulled her back down to you.

" More?" You asked, making Gwen laugh slightly and kiss you again.

Your girlfriend picked you up, your legs wrapped around her waist as she kissed you again. You smiled against you. " Let me write about you someday?" You whispered.

" Write about me, cherry?" Gwen's eyebrow raised.

" Mm." You nodded. " I want to write you sonnets and little messages. I'm not Shakespeare but I am capable of a romantic metaphor or two." You smiled.

Gwen smiled back to you and nodded, kissing your forehead. " I'd like that."

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

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teyamsatan · 7 months

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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ xɪɪɪ - ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ

pairing: neteyam x human!reader

➽ a/n: finally, a new drabble! i'm actually quite happy with this one, and you better read until the end for a (hopefully) nice surprise! ly besties, smooches and xoxos

➽ words: >700 words

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them. other warnings include: fingering, tiny little degradation, tiny bit of praise

➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)

A moan - small and insignificant, you thought, pushing past your plump lips like the air through the trees on a particularly stormy night. But he heard it, and that was enough for the movement to cease, enough for the pleasure bubbling up in your core to dissipate almost as quickly as it began. A shiver - down your spine, at his hushed purring words, his voice sweet like honey and molten like the lava in the Pandoran volcanoes you’ve only but heard about and envisioned in dreams and fantasies.

“What did I say happens if you make a noise?”

A sharp inhale - looking around the room, where Na’vi and humans stood alike, focused intently on the motion picture displayed clearly on a big projector. Like in a cinema, you were told. Humans love movies, they go out of their ways to experience them the way they were intended, and Norm insisted - no movies unless on a proper screen. It was nice. A stepping stone in the right direction, in the continuous if not a bit unrelenting desire to improve intra-species relationships and merge the now two coexisting words. So maybe what you were doing now was good, right? Cooped up under a blanket in between your best friend’s thighs, his fingers knuckle deep in your soaking cunt, hitting spots inside of you you didn’t even know were possible, his thumb drawing circles on your clit… It’s progress, right? You’re… building up rappor with the Omaticaya… right?

A promise of four purple bruises - as his hand digs into your hip, willing you for an answer you didn’t want to give him, because if you did, it would mean facing harsh reality.

“Answer me, yawne.”

Whispered touches on your folds - as he teases you with the promise of more, as he tortures you with the lack of it. It’s heaven and hell, just like his whole entire being is. Neteyam was the perfect man, an angel on paper - sent from above to heal, to mend, to be everything anyone’s ever wanted of him. The perfect son. The perfect soldier. The perfect sibling. The perfect friend. The devil in actuality- like he was now, in the confines of the privacy you normally found yourselves in when like this, desperate to own you, possess you, eager to strip you of your clothes and sanity layer by layer until you were nothing but a fucked-out shell of who you were at the beginning of the night, until you were begging him to stop… until you were begging him for more.

“S-stop. You said you’d… stop.”

A low chuckle - evil and mischievous, filled with underlying ache and a deep desire to put you over his knee and show you how good girls are supposed to behave. Later. Right now, he wants to see you squirm, he wants to hear you struggle to keep that pretty little mouth shut as he makes you come on his fingers over and over, until you’re squirting and mewling and crying, until you inevitably fail and he has to watch you scramble for a lie, stumble on your words as you say to the people watching in confusion that the movie was just that emotional.

“That’s right. So what am I supposed to do now, mm?”

A whine - desperate and pitiful, as you grind on his drenched fingers, looking for any relief, any friction that could alleviate the emptiness in you. The chuckle was a full blown laugh now, perfectly matched to a particularly funny scene in the movie. It wasn’t weird when everybody else laughed, too, right? Neteyam couldn’t have told anyone asking what was going on on the screen if they paid him, and well, he was glad because this… this was so, so much better.

“Keep go…argh! Keep going, fuck!”

A moan - as he enters you again, two of his large fingers stretching you like a dream, hitting spots inside of you you didn’t even know existed. All of a sudden the world, this room, they were null in your mind, and you were alone with just him, with just these feelings and the man who was making them real, with the orgasm you felt rapidly approaching and what you knew would be the beginning of a long, long night.

“There we go. My little slut, taking my fingers so well. Maybe it’s time to give this people a real show, huh… Vol?”

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honeeslust · 8 months

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Shota Aizawa | Bound

‼️‼️🔞‼️‼️NSFW‼️‼️🔞‼️🔞

😶2k+ words 👉🏾👈🏾

"So you're trying to tell me, that I'm not supposed to lust after all of this, warm, pliant, sensual flesh. I wish you could look at yourself and see what I see. "

"I try, but it's just not something that comes naturally to me."

"It should, there's nothing more beautiful than a woman's body..."

"...Every single thing about you is made exactly the way it was meant to be. You should love everything about yourself..." Shota closes his hands around my thick waist. "There's no one else who looks like you..."

He kisses my cheek and then my lips. "...no one else sounds like you..."

He kisses my neck with his tongue making me moan.

"...no one else feels like you...." he sighs, slipping his long slender fingers over my thick ass and squeezing as he stands between my legs. His mouth comes close to mine and he smiles just before I open my mouth for him. His tongue slips inside and swirls just once before he pulls away with a loud smack from my puckered lips.

"...or tastes like you." he rubs little circles just under my arms making me squirm.

"Stop, that tickles." I giggle and try to move his hands.

"I'm just trying to show my appreciation. Don't shy away from me now doll."

Aizawa showers my face with kisses, whispering all his little delectable anecdotes. I'm melting around him like putty. All I can do is feel his warmth, and the strength of his hands as he caresses my body.

Suddenly, there's a glint of scarlet that flashes in his eyes as he takes my arms in a firm grip and kisses me. The warm and wet newness fills me with a warmth that eventually clamps itself onto my heart.

"Let's try something new tonight.

"What" I say with my eyes rolling lustily at him withdrawing his lips from mine.

Well, first, I'm thinking I want to bind your wrists. I don't want your hands interfering when I'm teasing your body. I don't want you shying away from my touch. I dont want there to be any way for you to hide from me."

"MM, yeah? What else?"

He draws in a slow breath between his teeth, "I think I'd rather just show you."

"I like the way that sounds."

Aizawa backs away slowly, his eyes still fixed on me. I smile back at him as he disappears into his closet. He comes back with a set of long flat bandages that resemble the binds that he uses for work.

"Is- that??"

"Mmm-hmm, something like that," he quips before I can finish with a knowing nod of his head.

"You trust me?" He asks raising his brow. I nod to him.

"Good girl."

He parts my legs with his knees, spreading them wide as he ascends over my body. His mouth claims the light moans escaping from my lips as our kiss deepens.

He backs away again leaving me panting after him,

"Stay just there, okay."

He holds up a blindfold and my eyes grow wide with curiosity. He slips the silky cloth over my head and as I'm plunged into darkness, every nerve ending in my body alights. I pant softly licking my lips and wondering when his much-needed touch would set me on fire.

Just as I want to speak, Aizawa's voice fills the silence. "So, these are not much unlike the binds you've seen me use before. I had them made just for you."

Aizawa brushes the side of my face with the binds. It's softer than the other sets for sure.

"It's silky," I say surprised. "I like it."

"Mm-hmm." Shota hums in agreement.

He moves and immediately, I feel the absence of his warmth as he steps away from me. My short nervous breaths grow shaky and seemingly more audible. I don't know what he has planned for me but I'm not worried, but on edge with excitement. I can hear him shuffling around and I resist the urge to peek and see what he's doing.

Something tickles the my arm and I stir a little. The binds wrap around my wrists and gently they tighten. I can feel Aizawa's warm body between my legs again as the restraints slowly pull my arms behind my back and hold them there.

First, it's his tongue that I feel. He licks my neck and grasps my breast with his hands. Then it was the electric feeling in my veins as his warm mouth closed over my nipple. He played with the sensitive bead with his tongue and my pussy throbbed heavy and hot between my legs.

"I told you every part of you was made to love."

He continues to suck and play with my tits making me squirm as the restraints pull at my arms. It was odd not being able to reach up and run my fingers through his hair the way I normally would. But the restriction made me that much hotter.

"These supple tits, so luscious and spilling from my grasp." he pressed his face between my breasts, muffling his groans while he teased my nipples by rolling them gently between his fingers.

Soon after, it was his hands I felt tracing over the stretch marks of my inner thighs. His hands closed around the thickest part of my legs and what felt like velvet straps enclosed around my calves and ankles and slid up to my thighs. My mouth went dry as I panted desperately trying to close my legs. The binds held tight, gently sinking into my skin and keeping my thighs apart from one another.

Aizawas fingers danced so close to my pussy, but would move away every time my tummy quivered as I tried to squeeze my legs shut.

"You always try to hide..." I can feel the heat from his mouth as he whispers against my skin. "...Don't..." His tongue glides along my inner thigh. "...not from me."

"I don't wanna hide from you Aizawa, I promise."

"So don't." He squeezes my thighs even tighter as his fingers probe along my sensitive slit, he does it so softly that it tickles. But I remain still, eager to behave so he can finally let me feel his tongue taste my flesh.

"Please, I don't want to hide, let me have it Aizawa, Please."

Suddenly he lifts the blindfold and after a few lazy blinks, his intense dark eyes are the first thing I see.

"Watch me." He says before dropping his head between my thighs. He looks up through his dark lashes as he starts rolling his tongue between the folds of my throbbing sex. The binds hold tight to all their places on my skin as the shock of his tongue rocks my body. He builds with long slow licks to either side of my slit before parting them with his slender fingers. I stare down at him as he swipes his tongue right over my clit.

"Ah Ah—I won't hide, not anymore."

His stubble prickles against my skin as he tastes me. He rolls his tongue back and forth pressing down with just the right amount of pressure until I'm shaking and coming on his tongue. His eyes burn into mine from between my legs as he groans, happily lapping away at the slick flow until I'm whimpering to him how sensitive it is. He brought his head back up and kissed my lips letting me taste my sweetness on his tongue.

"Turn over onto your hands and knees for me," he says, giving my restraints just enough slack for me to reposition myself. I turn around and lean over on my hands.

I jolt as I feel the familiar softness of the silky binds running softly down my back while he whispers to me, "Very nice." Even though he's being gentle, I can tell that the binds are sturdy when manipulated differently. The sweet sting of sound smack across my flesh confirms my suspicion and I gasp pleasantly in shock.

"I hope you're ready."

I sigh as I writhe with anticipation "I am."

Just then, all at once, I'm trapped. It's so sudden that my breath catches in my throat. My nerves just barely begin to settle when I feel the binds cinching tight around my neck. Not so tight that I can't breathe but I can tell that he can maneuver them well enough to easily tighten if he pleases. My wrists are again bound behind my back and I lean forward onto my chest with my ass in the air, unable to move.

The restriction of my movement sends my body into a free fall. It's his finger skimming through the drenched slit that makes me writhe against the restraints even more but they aren't letting me move much at all. All I'll be able to do is take him. A sweet fluttering tickles my core at the thought and I lay there waiting anxiously as his fingers played in the wetness.

"If you need me to stop, just tell me," he says, positioning himself behind me.

"Mm-hhmmm" I agree knowing full well it is unlikely. I want all of what he's going to give me.

With a soft pop, he's inside me. He moves back and forth and the binds on my hands pull tight, jerking my body back and allowing him to thrust deeper.

"You feel like heaven." His words resonate and his thrusting squelches aloud as my clenched walls squeeze his length inside me. My eyes roll back as he's already fucking me stupid.

Aizawa doesn't hold back. He tightens up on the binds and a I can feel the tugging tighten around my neck as he plows right into me. The reverberation of my ass clapping violently against his hips fills the room. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. His nuts slap against my clit, making my pussy a creamy mess. The illicit noises grow sloppier sounding the more he fucks himself into me.

"Ayye Ssshhh-. Oh fuck!"

I cry out for him as he drives himself deep inside me touching my cervix and making me scream his name with every tender blow.

"Goood fucking girl" he hisses through clenched teeth gripping my ass keeping me where he wants me so he can fill me completely.

"Ahhh Shota, it's too much I'm gonna cum.." I cry out to him not wanting it to be over. I wasn't ready but it feels too good, I'm gonna come if he doesn't stop.

"Not yet" he growls "Not fucking yet"

He swells inside me as I near the edge, he grunts like a beast as he fucks me harder and the belts tighten around my neck. I falter under the pressure, dizzied with arousal and lost in the elation. My scream comes out as a rasp when his girth clips my g spot over and over and I can't help myself, and I cum hard on his stiff dick.

As I lay there wailing in pleasure he slaps my ass hard making he clench down on him tight keeping his thick head from pulling back out.

"Fuck" he sighs as he twitches with his release.

"You were supposed to wait for me baby" he leans over me gasping for breath. O roll to my side and he lies next to me.

"Guess I've got to teach you don't I?" he says just before kissing my lips and releasing all of the tethers from my body. I sigh as he massages over the slight bruising around my wrists.

"Sorry, it was feeling too good."

"It's ok, I'm going to have fun teaching you. But you did well just now. Now more hiding. Ok?" he presses a small sweet kiss to my temple before pulling a blanket over me and holding me in his arms.

"Yes, Shota."

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