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screampied · 20 days

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Wait…

Using a vibrator on Choso??? Need this… so bad… 😫

Listened to an audio like this and it gave me the idea

Need a vibrator on his 🍆 asap 🙏 🙏

May vegas, goddess of smut, answer my prayers 🙏

using a vibrator on choso ★

warnings. fem! reader, praise, toy usage, ōrgasm control, whiney choso, mdni.

“y- you wanna use that?” choso gulps with an almost chagrined grin. he didn’t exactly mind, especially whenever you wanted to try new things with him underneath the sheets. you’d just gotten done from riding him and he’s catching a few breaths whilst in the midst of speaking to you. with sable irises pooling into you, he then sighs, “how would you even do it? aren’t you supposed to um rub it against there?”

as he says that, his eyes avert right between your legs before he sits against your lap. his head lowers itself back while he gets comfortable, a low huff withdrawing from his rosé-colored lips.

“like how you use it on me,” you hum, picking up the wireless wand. slender finds of yours wrap around it before swiping a thumb against the button to power it on. he stares in awe, gazing at how it’s on the lowest level. choso inhales shortly afterwards, hearing the tumultuous bzzzzing of the toy, pulses of his heart steadily racing. “i’ll just rub it against your tip. can i do that, baby?”

“y-yes,” he nods immediately, sprawling out his legs a bit. the way he instantly responds was so cute—practically cutting you off, barely giving you a chance to finish your words. if it’s with you, he’d never mind. your touch, choso’s ultimate weakness. out of the countless enemies he’s been in combat with, the simplicity of your touch was his far worst enemy he’d never win a match with. with hitched breaths, strands of his ponytails tickling against your skin, he whines. “use it on me, baby. please, just- just hold my hand, ‘kay?”

you hum in response, intertwining your fingers with his as he relaxes against your chest.

“okay, cho,” and your voice was so smooth. he could listen to it all day, the sweetness underneath it had his heart swooning every time you spoke. he’s breathing softly, awaiting for you to do what you spoke. you’re slow, delicately hovering the vibrator before making it graze gently against his tip. immediately, he lets off a whimper.

the vibrations, it’s enough to make his teeth shatter. his whines, even something as simple as his whines was so mellifluous. a tune you’d never want to stop listening to. “how’s it feel baby?”

“f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum already,” he swallows, you’re barely placing the toy over his cockhead and he’s already a mess. the best way to describe it was that it tickled. he couldn’t help but wonder, whenever you used these things on yourself, did you feel like this too? choso swallows an imaginary creeping lump that’s stuck against the roof of his mouth before he starts to quaver. he’s so cute—within seconds, he was already so vocal. he bites down on his lip before another free hand of his squeezes your inner thigh. “hah, i-it feels good. feels really good, princess.”

you simper to yourself, pressing a kiss near the crown of his head. in a gingerly circular motion, you start to move the vibrator all around his cock. he’s a mess, you’re doing nothing but sending choso into straight convulsions.

“so whiny,” you tease, and he’s always been one to be dramatic with his whines and whimpers but he couldn’t help it. this entire new feeling, it was euphoric. you start to tease a bit further, leaning in to kiss the long slope of choso’s neck. he was gonna melt into your hands. you had him right where you wanted him. “you’re doing so good, baby. hold my hand. i got you.”

“t- turn it up a level please.” he mewls out, darkened brows compressing into a firm furrow. his pouty expression only grows, glancing down at his leaky tip that was smothered with pre-cum.

you inch the toy away from his shaft, kissing more down his neck to hear him moan. his entire body, it was frigid and cold— yet the moment your lips paint against his skin like an empty canvas, he’s suddenly hot everywhere.

“another level, choso? you can handle that?” and oh, your words were so sly and salacious. the particular tone that you spoke, you were gonna be the death of him entirely,

“y-yes, i can take another notch. please just, f-fuck me, feels good. make me feel so good,” and his babbles were adorable. continuously, choso swallows, strained breaths pulling out of his full lungs before he bites his lip—this time, harder. “god, i need it so bad. n-need you, only you c-can make me feel this good, baby.”

“mmm that’s right, ‘cho,” you pepper a plethora of more chaste kisses down his neck. he moans from more of your touch.

he had highly sensitive skin, he craves your lips more than anything. especially whenever you’d be an even bigger tease, nipping a few bites towards his precious collarbone. with a thumb, you press the button to go up a higher level and he starts whining louder. you run the front part of the hitachi all around his throbbing head, near the peeling part of his frenulum and he’s losing it. choso’s mouth dangles opens, only the sounds of sweet whimpers leaving . . nothing else. “you’re such a good boy, my good boy right?”

once he hears those words— his heart flutters, with shaky lips, he moans out a sweet, “all yours, ‘m your g-good boy, fuuuck,” and the grip he has against your hand squeezes much tighter. a thumb of his brushes against your palm before he’s almost going limp against your chest. “not gonna l-last. ‘m gonna cum, can— may i cum? don’t wanna make a mess unless y-you say it’s okay, princess. ‘m not a messy boy.”

“but you are a messy boy, silly,” you tease, starting to suck near the center crevices of his neck. he was so weak for you.

the friction—it was merely worthy enough to make his teeth shatter.

choso’s panting accelerates and his legs start to jitter at a rapid speed. “you wanna cum, baby? wanna make a mess for me ‘n let me clean it up for you?”

his eyelids grew heavy. your lovely voice,

your voice alone was enough to make him shoot out such ropes of white. everything was a blur, his entire body overtook itself with a feverish fervor feeling. he’s so hot, clouds of breath remain to slip past his lips before he nods.

“yeah, yeah y-yeah,” and his voice is cracking. the toy’s right near the side of his dick now, then it travels its way down to his base— then back up towards his beloved head.

“oh, oh my,” he hiccups, and he really loses it once you let go of his hand to stroke him off. “baby, f-fuck, ‘m hard. so hard, gonna c-cum ‘n get your hand all dirty.”

“give it to me baby, ‘s okay.” you purr against the shell of his ear.

one hand of yours gives his cock a few solid pumps whilst another is smearing the vibrating wand against his cum-glossed tip repeatedly.

choso kisses his teeth at your words of encouragement and he feels like he’s floating. in fact, he feels like he’s soaring— it’s in a way he can’t really explain, it scratches such a good itch in his brains that the neurons stored inside couldn’t even fathom his incoming release either.

he loves whenever you stroke him, why— mainly because you always do it better than himself.

the way your hands wrap around his fat length, fisting his cock gently around your fingers. choso’s eyes start to roll back before he cums.

“f-fuck fuuuuck.” he stammers, feeling the spurts shoot out in such creamy volume. it’s so thick, some of it dribbles down from his tip and lands on your hand. still heaving heavily, he’s still slumped back against your chest before he hears you turn off the toy, tossing it aside. he’s trying to catch his breath, eyelids still droopy before he turns around to pull you into a deep, sultry kiss.

you giggle—a smile stretching against your lips as you throw an arm around him, embracing in his savory, sweet taste. he’s still all exposed, tip all sticky and leaky with seed. choso tastes sweet, sweet as in he’s been dying to taste you all day.

a tongue of his rummages through your mouth, briefly sucking on yours before he whines once he feels your hands roam. you go back to stroking him and he melts into your touch, pulling away from your lips and burying his face into your neck.

“awww,” you whisper, bringing both arms to hug him tightly. as big as he was, it was as if you were the big spoon.

he’s vigorously trembling, still sensitive from his recent release. it felt so good he didn’t know just what words to get out. as you play with the cute bows he allowed you to tie on his two ponytails, you move your head to give him a kiss on his cheek. “you did so good, baby. such a good boy.”

“i . . i want more,” he mutters, cupping both sides of your face suddenly. you stare into his eyes, almost giggling again before he presses a wet kiss on your mouth. again, and again, and again until your lips are all plump and swollen.

alas, he was serious though. whenever choso gets that instant feral look in his eyes, that’s it.

“what do you want, choso?” you hum, a thumb stroking against the minuscule bristles that reside against his structured jawline.

“you,” he whimpers, licking underneath your neck. you gnaw your bottom lip, feeling a hand of his pry its way between your legs before his head lowers. you watch, and he gets a face full view of your panties. choso pouts, sliding your underwear to the side before glancing up at you— a single soft kiss goes against your now exposed cunt before he sighs. “i’m s-so thirsty. let me make you feel good too, baby. please.”

#★vegasbaby.#choso smut #choso x reader #choso kamo smut #choso x you #choso kamo x reader #jjk choso #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader smut #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #anime smut #female reader

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riki-riks-chick · 1 month

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Can you pls write enha reaction when another member walks in when they're fucking their gf (hyung line) and making out (maknae line) 🙏🙏🙏

Heeseung:

You hadn't seen Heeseung in awhile so when he invited you over to "hang out", you were excited. But you also forgot he has a roommate. "Hey, Hyung I made some ram-" Jake froze, staring at the position you and his roommate were in, cheeks flushed red. He didn't even know you were here, and he usually knocks when you are in case Heeseung has you pinned down like he does right now. "Do you wanna watch or are you gonna close the door?.." Heeseung asks as Jake finally snaps out of his daze. "I'll leave it on the stove." He then slams the door, and you can hear his feet pad down the hall as he runs away, slapping Heeseung's chest afterwards. "Why would you say that to him?" You ask as he laughs, leaning down to kiss you. "He'll be fine.. Anyways, no need to be quiet now since he knows you're here."

Jay:

You had been pent up all day, Jay had made it his mission to tease you, knowing he wouldn't do anything while you guys were with the boys. Eventually you finally got back to the dorms, and Jay went to shower, of course asking you to join. You tried to keep quiet, but you hadn't realized Jay forgot to lock the door until Jungwon walked in. "Hey, Hyung I'm just gonna grab my toothb- holy shit my bad."

His eyes widened as he stared at you through the glass door, waving with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I didn't know you two were in here." He apologized, grabbing his toothbrush. "Get out!" Jay yelled as Jungwon sighed. "I'm not the dumbass who forgot to lock the door. And I hope you're using a condom Hyung." He teased as Jay groaned. "Jungwon get the fuck out!"

As soon as Jungwon leaves, you start laughing. "You yelling like that is kinda hot..."

Jake:

Jake had called you over pretty late because he missed you, but it eventually led to you guys making out and now he's between your legs, lapping at your cunt while his other hand reaches up to cover your mouth, keeping you quiet. The bedroom door opened quietly, and you immediately met eyes with Sunghoon, Jake's best friend. "Fuck.. My bad." He shielded his eyes as Jake pulled away from you, immediately throwing his blanket on you to cover you. "What the fuck, Sunghoon?"

"How was I supposed to know she was here!? I can't find my keys." He explained as Jake sighed. "It's 2am, why do you need your keys?" He asked as Sunghoon smirked. "You're not the only one trying to dick your girl down."

Sunghoon:

"Sunghoon s-slow down.." You were moaning, trying to muffle yourself with the pillow below you as Sunghoon fucked you from behind, but he wasn't listening because he was mad about you laughing with Jay earlier. "You heard the lady, slow down." You both glanced towards the door as Jay walked in, not even batting an eye at the two of you. "Could you leave? I'm kinda busy."

"I'm grabbing my bag you took. Plus, who fucks at 3pm? You hornball." Sunghoon throws a pillow straight at Jay's head at the remark, making you chuckle. "It doesn't matter what time it is, and unless you wanna finish fucking her for me, get the hell out of my room."

As soon as Jay left, he leaned down towards your ear, pulling your hair. "You fucking slut.. You might be all smiles with Jay, but remember who's dick you're stuffed with."

Sunoo:

"Sunoo that tickles.." You giggled, pulling away from him as you pressed your lips against his once more, cupping his cheeks. "Woah.. Sunoo I didn't know you did these kinda things." Heeseung walked in, laughing as you pulled away from Sunoo, hiding your face against his shoulder. "Hyung.. You said you were gonna be out all day.." He relaliated as Heeseung sighed. "I left my wallet in my room. I'm just gonna grab it and be on my way." He reassures before disappearing down the hallway. Sunoo slides his hands under your shirt, littering kisses on your neck and shoulder. "When he leaves we can move to my room that way we won't get interrupted again."

Jungwon:

"Shh... You're gonna get us caught.." Jungwon whispered as he continued to kiss down your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. "We're in the living room and you think no one is gonna catch us?.." You whispered, squealing when the lights turned on. "Jungwon? Is that you, Hyung?.." Riki's voice sounds as Jungwon sighs, sitting up. "What's up?.." Jungwon asks as Riki raises an eye brow, now seeing you pent under Jungwon. "Ohh sorry. I didn't mean to kill your vibe. Whenever you're done, come get me so we can hang out. I wanted to do a new tiktok dance." He then turns the lights back off before leaving as you and Jungwon both chuckle. "Well, you heard him, let's finish up here.."

Riki:

You and Riki had been hanging out in his room all day, and he eventually started laying on top of you which led to something more. He was now sitting between your legs, his hands under your shirt, and his lips on yours. You usually never got this touchy during a makeout session, but it was too good to pass up. "Hey, Riki.. Can you call my phone I can't find i- woah."

Sunoo walked in, jaw dropped as Riki sighed, hiding his face against your neck. You laughed, playing with his hair as you glanced at Sunoo. "I think I saw it on the kitchen counter after we ate lunch check there." You said as Sunoo thanked you, turning to leave. "Oh, and if you're gonna go further, use protection." He teased as Riki sat up, throwing his pillow at Sunoo's head. "Fuck.." He groaned as you chuckled, kissing him again. "He's gonna tell everyone and they're gonna tease me forever." He mumbled as you shrugged. "Who cares, now where were we?.."

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philistiniphagottini · 4 months

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Zephyr's Bliss

thinking about hot dragon men lately and I am down so bad for them. ((if people like this, then I'm so willing to do more of this kind of stuff with the other dragon men ;) ))

cw. penetrative sex, double penetration, oviposition, light breeding kink, gn! reader

nsfw below the cut

"You’re doing so well, Dan Heng" you softly praised.

He took a deep breath, pointed ears twitching forward at the sound of your sweet voice whispering to him. You brushed your hands along his flaming cheeks, the skin burning brightly under the gentle caress of your hands. His jade eyes sought yours, pupils narrowed into thin slits as he gazed into eyes just as dazed as your mind. A pleasant shiver rippled down your spine as he rutted his hips forward, slowly sinking both of his draconic cocks further into your tight, creamy hole. A breathy whine of his name escaped your parted lips as your eyelashes fluttered over your searing skin, eyes threatening to slip close from the spike of pleasure rippling across your naked flesh.

A shiver crept down Dan Heng’s back as you tangled your hand in long, soft locks of ebony hair, curious fingers poking the ridged edges of his glowing horns. They glowed faintly in the dim lighting of the room, the effervescent glow dancing along Dan Heng’s pale flesh and highlighting his handsome features. Another breathy whine fell from Dan Heng’s parted lips as he nudged his cocks deeper into you, the fat heads brushing against your soft spots and causing stars to waver in your vision. You hummed softly beneath him, legs tangled loosely around his waist as you slanted your hips forward, gently rocking yourself to the rhythm of his thrusts as he buried himself deeper into your snug walls.

"So tight" Dan Heng panted, his hot breath puffing against your perspiring skin. "You feel so good."

He nuzzled his face into your chest, lazily spreading more of his scent over you as his drooling cocks ravished your insides until a white, creamy ring formed around the base where your bodies were joined in fervid rapture. You scratched your nails along his scalp, feeling his cocks throbbing in unison inside you as your lidded eyes watched him move intimately beneath your skin, the soft bump in your stomach tempting you to smooth your hands over your swollen abdomen. You smiled softly as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, lips ghosting over his skin as you kissed his damp forehead.

"You’re so deep" you sighed against his skin.

Dan Heng’s arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, nose pressed against your skin as he smothered himself in your scent. The intoxicating smell curled in his lungs with each deep breath he took, threatening to consume him as the tension in his stomach grew taut. His hot breath was trapped against your skin as he tasted you on the tip of his tongue, swallowing thickly as his hips started to rut a little faster into you, instincts driving his body higher and higher with need.

"Are you sure about this?" Dan Heng asked for the umpteenth time this evening. "Are you sure…about taking my eggs?"

You offered him a soft smile as he peered up at you, desperate eyes pleading for an answer as his tail coiled around your leg. The smooth scales tickled your skin as it twisted between your parted thighs, the tip swishing and tangling in the sweat-soaked sheets beneath you. You pecked his damp forehead again with your lips, hands cupping his cheeks as you nodded your head in reassurance.

"I’m sure" you replied.

You drummed your fingers along his skin as you placed a lazy kiss on his chin. "Besides, it’s a little bit late since you’re already buried balls deep in me" you added.

Dan Heng’s face erupted with heat, causing a soft chortle to stir in your chest at the flustered look he gave you. He huffed loudly; eyes narrowed as his teeth suddenly pinched the damp skin of your chest in retaliation. You jolted beneath him as his sharp teeth sank into the areola of your sensitive chest, tongue flat against a pert nipple as he sucked harshly on the puckered skin.

"Ouch! It was a joke! I’m sorry!" you squealed.

A playful growl stirred in his chest as you coaxed him off you, a pretty bite mark left behind as he popped off your skin. Your lips brushed against the tip of his nose as you loosely coiled your arms around his neck, feet pushing into the beautiful dip of his back as you coaxed him to sink his cocks further into you. Your blood simmered hotly in your veins every time your mind wandered back to the thought of your boyfriend filling you with his eggs, his cute belly swollen with his clutch as the rut of his hips refused to cease. Your sex ached as he buried himself inside your creamy walls, dragging his draconic cocks over every sensitive nerve ending and setting your teeth on edge. The tips of your fingers felt numb as you raked your nails along his shoulders, digging the sharp talons in when another hot, spike of pleasure drenched your entire being as the coil inside of you threatened to snap at any moment. Dan Heng moaned sweetly, his sharp claws scratching at your skin as your plush thighs tensed around his waist.

Your teeth gently tugged at his ear, playing with the earring dangling from the lobe as another sweet noise stirred in his throat from your ministrations. His jaw tensed; brows furrowed in concentration as the boiling heat bubbling inside of him threatened to snap the fraying edges of his sanity. He couldn’t wrap his head around how warm and tight you were, throbbing walls clamping down on him and trying to coax everything he had to offer. You fit together perfectly, like a matching pair of puzzle pieces, incomplete without the other. His mind started to swirl with the thoughts of laying his eggs inside your fertile body. There was a small doubt that he could rear young, but with you, he was willing to believe in a miracle.

You shuddered beneath Dan Heng as you felt a knot start to form at the base of his cock, the bulge pushing incessantly at your sopping hole and begging to fill you. You pulled on the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, taking deep, shuddering breaths as you tried to relax the tension in your muscles. Your eyes slipped shut as you moaned softly, feeling Dan Heng’s teeth nipping at your throat. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your hips, dipping into the pretty dip of your v-line as his hips nudged into yours. Your toes curled as his cocks pulsed periodically inside your soused walls, teeth digging into your supple flesh as you writhed so exquisitely beneath him. His tail tensed around your thigh, thumping hard into the mattress as the tension reached breaking point. He hissed through clenched teeth as he swallowed thickly, kiss swollen lips parting around your name as his voice grew breathy.

"Can’t hold back" he whispered hoarsely. "Gonna cum…"

Your legs squeezed tighter around his slender waist as you rubbed your hands along his shoulders, trying to ease the tension from his body as he teetered on the edge.

"It’s okay Dan Heng" you encouraged. "You can let go. Please, breed your little mate full of your eggs."

Your tempting words had the tension inside of him snapping in an instance, the knot at the base of his cock finally slipping into you with one last snap of his hips. You cried out, a constellation of tears brimming in your eyes as you were stretched to your absolute limit. A loud growl bubbled up the back of Dan Heng’s throat, his cocks kicking as he painted your insides with thick ropes of white. You squirmed beneath him as you were filled with delicious warmth, the searing heat making your eyes roll into the back of your head as your world exploded around you. Fireworks sparked in your stomach as Dan Heng continued to thrust his hips into you, the friction threatening to turn your bones into dust as you felt your hole stretching around the bulge of his cock.

Your lungs pinched in your chest, heart jumping up into your throat when you felt the first egg start to pierce your centre. You thrashed beneath him from the foreign feeling, eyes snapping open as you stared at the place where your bodies were joined. You felt every intimate movement of his cock as it pulsed inside of you, another thick load of his cum exploding inside of you as the egg was eased into you. Dan Heng hushed you gently as your back arched up into his touch, hands holding your hips steady as the first egg breached the deepest, most sacred parts of you.

"Shh, it’s okay" Dan Heng soothed. "You’re doing so well. It’s almost inside. Just breathe."

A wet sob was wrenched from your bruised lips as the egg nestled inside of you, your racing mind only quelled once you realised how comfortable the transition had been. You had worried briefly that the shell would have been hard and scrapped your insides, but it had been surprisingly soft, like leather.

"Just breathe" Dan Heng reminded you.

You released your baited breath, body slowly sinking back down to the mattress beneath you even as another egg knotted the base of Dan Heng’s cock. Another spurt of cum filled your sticky insides, followed quickly by another as a small bump began to form in your soft belly. Dan Heng smoothed his hand over your abdomen, his palm resting against your swelling stomach as he pushed another egg inside of you. His cheeks burned at the sight of your blissed out face, twisting with unadulterated rapture every time another egg joined the small clutch. Somewhere amidst the dizzying heat stuffing your aching hole you felt your orgasm take a hold of you, coil in your stomach unfurling as your veins were filled with white hot euphoria. Exhaustion quickly settled into your bones as you rode out the waves of your pleasure high, drenching the sheets beneath your tangled bodies as pearls of Dan Heng’s cum dribbled down your quaking thighs.

You only managed to catch your breath once the last egg settled with the rest of its brood inside of you, pushed past the tight ring of muscles of your fluttering hole. Dan Heng’s lips were a soothing balm against your searing flesh, the small brush of his lips a welcome blessing as he whispered soft praises of your name.

"You did so well. I’m so proud, you took all of my eggs."

Each sentence was punctuated by a soft kiss of his lips, mouth trailing up to your face only to pepper it with more heated kisses. You giggled softly as Dan Heng hugged your sore body to his, wrapping around you like a protective blanket as he held you close. A deep purr rumbled in his chest as you brushed your lips back against his, his eyes shimmering with an affectionate look. His cocks kept your centre plugged and you couldn’t recall a time in your life when you had ever felt this full. You weaved your fingers through his hair as you shifted beneath him, trying to find a more comfortable position to lay in as his clammy skin stuck to yours. Dan Heng noticed your discomfort as he nudged his nose against your soft cheek, hands massaging your muscles as an apologetic look flashed across his features.

"I’m sorry, little love. We’re going to be stuck like this for a while. Just until the knot goes down."

You shrugged softly. "It’s okay."

You knew exactly what you were signing up for when you had agreed to this in the first place. You hummed pleasantly beneath him as he rubbed your swollen stomach, feeling his clutch of eggs pushing into his hand as he whispered soothing words to you.

#my writing #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #dan heng x reader #imbibitor lunae #dang heng smut #x reader #gn!reader #hsr smut #hsr x reader

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hellsitegenetics · 4 months

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Well since you mention valentine's professions of love, I think it wouldn't be right if I didn't take this chance to extoll the virtues of moths. Firstly, they're adorable. Some of them are really fuzzy and have cute antennae. The rosy maple moth and the common silk moth are both very very cute. Secondly, (as this blog proves again and again) there are SO MANY of them in such a huge variety that you're bound to come across one that tickles your fancy! Take the Atlas Moth for example! It's got a wing span of nearly 25cm! That's like the size of a small bird! (You have no idea how much I want to pet a large moth species. Not the caterpillars though. Never touch random caterpillars. In fact, some moth caterpillars have hairs and stuff that you definitely do not want to touch due to them being poisonous.) Thirdly, moths are culturally and historically important! Silk has been a major industry for centuries upon centuries. The techniques of silk production and the actual moths themselves are the subject of myths in various cultures. They were once so jealously and secretively guarded that there are legends of how they came to be spread to different parts of Asia. I cannot stress how big of a deal silk was throughout the history of the world and how the trade of silk influenced international relations for hundreds, if not thousands of years. Oh and the thing is, common silk moths aren't the only silk-producing moth! There are several moths in the Saturniidae family that make cocoons of silk which are also used in modern, commercial silk production -- some of which don't result in the death of the chrysalid.

Look, I know whatever string of nucleotides this ramble produces will not end up matching the genetic sequence of a moth, because that's just how these things work but... I hope that people will look upon all the moths that do show up going forth with a fond and grateful eye because moths are truly magnificent creatures. Happy Valentine's Day!

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Closest match: Parapoynx stratiotata genome assembly, chromosome: 8 Common name: Ringed China-mark

#tumblr genetics #genetics #asks #requests #sent to me #moths #bugs #insects #valentines day #YOU GOT IT!!!

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omitea · 1 month

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𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍 . . .

(.𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍.) the fine, light rain that falls from a clear sky at sunset or in the early hours of night; evening serenity

. ft. g. satoru x fem! reader

. content. a peaceful evening with gojo satoru, along with the sound of rain pouring. 1.3k words, fluff, domesticity, lovesick gojo, a pinch of suggestiveness and angst, but pure fluffinesses for the heart. not rlly proofread.

. note. this took so long, but its what yall voted for so it better not flop!! and here @steleir & @satorisoup <3

the faint sound of droplets pattered against the large window of your bedroom, quickly racing downwards as others soon came to follow. the humid air outside created a layer of fogginess on the surface– only for it to be washed away once another droplet falls yet again.

it was almost comparable to the man laying on your lap; eyes closed while tufts of white strands are entangled between your delicate fingers. in times where things go down a rougher path, he still finds a way to make the better out of them. it does nothing but make you proud to call him yours.

a soft yawn makes you snap out of your thoughts, causing you to halt your fingers from grazing its nails on his scalp. his eyes were puffy, laced with sleep and a small trail of a dried tear leading toward his ear. he looked so peaceful, rubbing away the tiredness from his face. your fingers found their way to the back of his neck– taking notes on how the hair has started to grow yet again.

satoru heaves out a satisfied sigh before joining your figure that’s resting against the headboard. your legs feel slightly numb from having him sleep on them, but yet that feeling gets overpowered by the lingering presence of his warm body that was once laying there. you feel a lanky arm being draped around you, tugging you closer. the warmth makes you bask in the comfort of it all and you subconsciously snuggle deeper in his chest.

he smells like the sugary coffee he has during the days, a dash of his expensive shampoo and the musky smell of his body wash. the one he swears he hates– but yet uses it on the daily for you. you told him once that it made you feel cozy, as if you’re sitting in front of a fireplace in a wooden cabin far in the woods. he’d do anything you find comfort in.

“did you sleep well?” you hum, feeling his breath tickling your skin before a chaste kiss is pressed against your forehead. satoru huffed out a sound you could make out as an airy laugh. “oh, you don’t wanna know.”

you snorted, “really?”, while raising your eyebrows. a frown was etched on his face the moment you pinched his rosy cheeks. “you’re snoring tells me everything i need to know, you big baby.’’

a look of sheer horror and a pout following after, but you were quick to sweep in and kiss the corner of his lips. sweet, yet chapped– and dare you say there was a small spot of drool on his chin. you placed your hand on his jaw, caressing the stubbled skin. the feeling of your hands made him feel tingly. the same way whenever your nails would trace the red scars littered on his back. adding reminders to the fact that you trust him so deeply with your all; your mind, your body and most importantly, your heart.

he treasures it so willingly, afraid it might break if he’s not careful enough. like those porcelain trinkets he gifted you when he came back after being away for a long time you dreaded too much. he knows you’re very much capable of handling certain things on your own– but he can’t stand there while you carry all sorts of burdens on your shoulders.

he melts into your touch, letting his mind wander freely as his lips twitch into a dopey smile. this makes the dimples appear– causing deep dents into his skin. your tongue itches to form words; to ask him what it is that he’s thinking about. a part of you wants to be selfish and know all his thoughts, but you decide to stay curious. although the lovesick expression says more than words can do.

“i wish we could stay like this forever,” he whispered against your skin– voice slightly muffled. you could feel his heart picking up its speed, “just the two of us and the rain…”

you straightened your back, sitting up fully now. satoru didn’t voice things like these very often. “hey…what brought this up, hmm?” you couldn’t help but question. the hand that was once on his jaw traveled to his lap– toying with his larger and colder hands.

the rain that was now pouring harder, almost drowned out his voice. a small, “nothing,” leaving his throat. a simple white lie as that may have some people discarding it like a receipt that will never be used, but not you. you’ve known him for way too long. as cliche as this sounds, you know him like the back of your hand.

his eyes faltered to the side, your gaze feeling heavy on his form. a single squeeze on his thigh made his eyes shift– a shining blue far from comparable with the crystalline droplets. although with glossy layers of tears.

ah, you thought. it’s the one thing that keeps him up on some nights. the ones where he seeks for your embrace, to engulf him fully as your sleepy voice lulls him back to sleep. “satoru, you’re not going anywhere,’’ you sighed deeply, “you’re the strongest, remember” at that, he tiredly smiles– placing his hands on your hips and giving them a slight squeeze. the encouraging smile you give tells him just what he needs to hear; that even the strongest can fear too.

he dips his head to kiss your nose, your cheeks and then your lips. they still have that lingering taste of the honeyed ginger tea you drank out of your favorite mug. it sits on your nightstand– having gone cold along with the chilly breeze that weeps from under your bedroom door. the kiss is lazily executed, but it feels like home. he still makes you feel fuzzy inside– just like you remember seeing him for the first time in highschool. you bask in this moment of peace, of calmness– even if it’s just for a little bit. there’s not a single second you wanna waste, especially when your lifes are constantly on the line with the career that lies in your hands.

a string of spit is the only thing separating your lips when you hastily part away. a hum rumbling in his chest and he places one final kiss on your glossy lips. his head moves towards your chest, hand cupping your breast as he inhales the laundry detergent seeping through the shirt you're wearing. “marry me, please.”

a fit of giggles makes its way out of your throat and he can feel your chest shuddering with each one that erupts,’’we already are, ‘toru,’’ you meekly say. his hand grasps yours before his fingers start fidgeting with the wedding band that adorns your finger. a promise, no– a vow. a vow to you, whom he dedicates his whole heart to. to the person he gets to call his wife, whom he gets to wake up and sleep next to. you chose him, and for that he will be forever grateful.

“well, can’t we get married again or something,’’ he huffed– snuggling deeper into you. “best part was taking that dress of y–”, he was met with a smack at the back of his head, which was enough to keep his mouth shut. he tried to muffle his chuckles in the crook of your neck and you could feel the forming grin against your skin.

satoru was a person that you could love easily. everything was easy with him– and he thought that about you too. not scared to accept him for whom he is, but to also love and adore him for it.

“i love ya’, angel,’’ he murmured, eyes feeling heavy yet again. your nails started scratching his scalp, detangling some of the knots as your fingers weave through. “and i love you too, my pretty princess,’’ you laughed. one final groan could be heard as the room was filled with soft snoring yet again.

everywhere is home with satoru. if there was rain pouring, you’d still find his voice and warmth among the sound and earthy smell surrounding it all.

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Somnophilia with perv!eddie…

This post is 18+ and dark, minors dni, don’t like don’t read.

He wakes up one morning after you’ve slept over at his place and you’re on your stomach. Your tits are pressed up against the mattress and you’re drooling off of the pillow, and normally that would be gross, but it already has him hardening in his pajama pants..

He leans back to get a better look at you, and you whine at the loss of contact. It’s a needy, desperate sound, your unconscious mind begging for his warmth, and it goes straight to his dick, his stomach knotting as he stares at you.

Then you shift. You move your hips slightly, readjusting yourself as you slip back into a deep sleep, and he watches you. He watches your thighs shift against the chubby globes of your ass, the crease between ass and thighs growing deeper as you settle. He watches your panties fold slightly, dipping into the curve of your cunt. He notices a stain on the fabric, dark and damp, and he’s never reached for his dick faster. The sane part of his brain is screaming at him that it’s probably just discharge, nothing sexual in the slightest, but the dark part, the part that’s winning, insists that you’ve had a wet dream overnight, and who would he be to abandon you in your hour of need?

He realizes that he’s been grinding the palm of his hand over his growing bulge, and he shakily stands, the sheets wrinkled below him. He pads to the end of the bed, standing right at your feet as he figures out positioning. The way he has to bend over so that his face fits in your cunt makes it so that his dick is against the edge of the bed, the perfect friction for him to grind against.

He hunches over the bed, his hair brushing against your thighs and surely tickling you. But you don’t wake, you’re sound asleep as he settles between your thighs, already pressing up against the bed as much as possible.

He smells you first. He breathes in your scent, his mouth watering as he nestles his face against the swell of your ass. His nose prods at the slick fabric and he dares to dart his tongue out, tasting your tainted panties.

It tastes like cotton. He gets the faintest hint of you, that spreads electricity through his entire body and has him nearly groaning. But he stays quiet, reaching for your panties and ever-so-gently tugging them aside.

Your cunt practically calls his name, ready for him to bury his face inside. But he starts slow, your smell so much stronger now that there’s no barrier between you.

He teases a lick against your slit, one that leaves his brain fuzzy. He ruts hard against the bed, his dick embarrassingly hard for how little contact he’s had with you. You taste intoxicating, far more addictive than any drug on the planet, and he needs more. He goes further this time, his tongue slipping past your entrance and sinking into your slick cunt. His saliva is wetting you, not as much as it needs to be, but he knows your pretty pussy will do the rest once he gets going. He goes slow, lapping at your cunt sloppily as his nose nudges your ass.

He can feel you stirring, knows he needs to stop, but can’t. He’s desperately rutting against the bed, humping the mattress like a deranged animal, and it takes all of his self control to contain his orgasm, because he wants to draw this out for as long as possible.

He was right, you start to react. A soft gush of slick coats his tongue and he groans, muffling the sound into you. He’s sure the vibrations affect you, though, because you let out a needy whine, the sound frying his brain.

He manages to raise one of his hands, slipping it under your pelvis. His fingers find your clit effortlessly, his thumb pressing slowly into the bundle of nerves that’s begun to swell slightly. That’s what wakes you, is his finger on your clit. You blink your eyes open slowly, and panic sets in his chest, but he doesn’t pull away, he can’t.

“Eddie?” You ask groggily, peering back at him, “What are you- Eddie!”

You cry out as he digs his thumb against your clit, his tongue flicking out to bury itself once more between your folds. That’s what sends him over the edge, is your sleepy moan, your body tensing before you melt into his touch. He cums hard, letting out a choked cry into your cunt that stimulates you so hard, you cum.

Something about waking up to Eddie between your legs was the hottest thing you’d ever seen, and you rode out your orgasm unashamed. You didn’t care that there was drool drying on your face, you didn’t care that your hair was a mess, you didn’t care that you hadn’t shaved your legs. You didn’t care because Eddie didn’t care, or maybe he did, and that was what made it hot. He was licking you out, his hair tangled from sleep, his pajama bottoms slightly twisted around his waist, and he was messy, and you were messy, and it was messy.

He rides out his orgasm far longer than you do, rocking against the mattress like a man possessed. His tongue continues lapping at your pussy and you start to grow oversensitive, whining at the soft stinging sensation.

“Eddie,” you whimper, “Eddie, too much.”

“Right,” he pants into your pussy, “Right, right, baby, ‘m so sorry,” he pulls himself back, staring up at you with wide eyes as he finally processes that you’re awake with a sensible brain. His hair is sticking to his sweaty face and his lips and chin are glistening with a mixture of slick and cum, “I-I shouldn’t have- I’m so sorry!”

“It.. it’s okay, Eddie.” You breathe, staring down at him from the bed with wide, shining eyes, “You- that was amazing.”

"It was?" He asks bewilderedly, still panicked that you'd cut him off in disgust.

"It was." You confirm breathlessly, staring down at the darkened stain on his pants, "It was fucking perfect."

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tarrynightss · 1 year

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Quaritch forming tsaheylu with his partner

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x GN!Na’vi!Reader Warnings: Some slightly suggestive content

You had never seen Miles this nervous. Even with a knife pressed against his throat and your angry form hissing in his face, he had merely smirked, but now the man was shaken. His face was tense as you led him through the forest, his ears twitching at every noise.

Did he not want to do this? You asked him again and again but he always assured you that he did. He wanted you to be bound together, marriage not really an option on Pandora.

“Is it going to be watching?” He asked at one point when you had reached your desired clearing. When you asked him what he meant he glanced over to a woodsprite that peacefully floated by. “You know.”

Eywa was what made him nervous. Humans or Na’vi watching him? No problem, he’d pull his pants down anywhere, but some god/sentient ecosystem seeing him, feeling him at his most intimate moments? It disturbed him.

“Eywa is always watching,” you had answered with a smile. To you Eywa was in every breath you took, in every drop of water you drank and branch you brushed aside. But the Skypeople did not feel that connection as deeply even when in Avatar bodies.

The two of you just sat in the clearing for a while, facing each other and breathing in calmly. You had urged Miles to close his eyes and join his hands with yours. He had given you that same look that he always does when it comes to Na’vi ways, but complied regardless.

“Feel her presence, feel her peace and let it join you,” You told him. It took him a while before he truly got it, a chill running down his spine when he felt only a snippet of that connection. It seemed as if the sounds around them became more clear, every falling leaf and drop of water suddenly audible. But it wasn’t alarming, quite the opposite in fact. He became calm, and when you felt it in his grip on your hands, you let go to caress his face.

When his golden eyes met yours, you smiled with intense admiration. He had put his own reservations aside to please you. “Oel ngati kameie.” I see you.

He repeated it in that adorable broken Na’vi of his and caressed from your face to your hair, playing with one of your beaded braids. It jingled softly and the sound reminded him of every morning he had spend watching you while you turned and tossed in your sleep. Sometimes you would turn so fast and suddenly that your braids swayed and clanked together, but you seemed to be deaf to the sound. You had been all teeth and anger when you had first met him, appearing as a demon as much to him as he did to you. But you had seen the softer sides of one another, and now Miles could not imagine having to go without the sight of your fanged smile for longer than a day.

Slowly, you brought forward the braid with your queque and offered it to him. The little pink tendrils of the queque parted the end of your braid and wiggled expectantly. It was still an odd sight to him, but strangely not unappealing as it was a part of you.

He brought his queque close to yours and locked eyes with you, your expression questioning. Without words, you asked him one last time if he was sure. Sick of the doubt, Miles interlocked your queques quickly.

Both your breaths hitched as your queques became tangled in one another. With every strand that became linked, a jolt was felt through your bodies and a new sense of your partner could be felt. When the wind blew by your back, Miles could feel the soft tickle of hair running down his spine. Not his, but yours.

He placed his hand on your chest in a testing manner and felt the pressure of it on his own. Tsaheylu had been made, a bond that could only be broken by death.

Your pupils were dilated as you stared at him, heart bouncing rapidly in your chest. He could feel your urgency, your need, his own only amplifying it.

He pulled you onto his lap and kissed you, every passionate brush of his lips against yours sending heat through both your bodies. He had never wanted you more than in this moment. To feel you, to be one with you.

When you are both sated, he lets you fall asleep in his arms, his own eyes quickly falling shut from exhaustion.

By the morning your queques have become untangled, the extreme high of the earlier sensations having lessened with it. Miles woke up before you, your back still facing him as you peacefully slept. He picked up your braid and watched as your queque writhed and wiggled out towards him. A grin appeared on his face. Could this be used more often?

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sadhours · 5 months

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i had to write this cus i don’t even know this man yet but I’m madly in love with him. and if he eats ice cream like this imagine how he eats… other things

baron x f!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, creampie?

🍦

it’s a humid, scorcher of a day. not much to do on a sunday. baron doesn’t have work and it’s too sticky and warm to go outside. you’re laid out on the floor of the living room, tv buzzing with some boring background noise as you tangle your legs with your boyfriend. you’re wearing a sundress, hiked up to offer a bit of relief from the muggy warmth hanging throughout the house. baron’s wearing a ratty t-shirt and some shorts, his fingers grazing against your hip bone while his eyes scan the popcorn ceiling. your eyes are on him, because of course they are. he sure is a sight for sore eyes. sweat droplets forming at the hairline, making his roots damp and stick to his skin.

“what’re ya thinkin’ about?” you ask innocently, fumbling with the hem of your dress.

baron smiles, that sweet smile he gets whenever he hears your voice, “i can see things in the bumps of the ceiling, animals and stuff.”

you turn, nuzzling up to his jaw as you place a hand on his tummy, “point ‘em out to me, i wanna see.”

he lifts his hand, points above him and nudges his temple against the top of your head, “there’s a puppy dog, on his hind legs. begging for a treat.”

you don’t quite see it, eyes scanning but fruitless. that’s what you like about baron so much, he sees the light in everything. you hum, rubbing his tummy as you placate him, “almost as cute as you.”

“and right there, see that one?” he moves his finger a few centimeters to the left. “ice cream cone.”

“your favorite,” you gush, moving your hand to his side to squeeze him. he lets out a giggle and you can’t help but raise your lips to his cheek, kissing his skin tenderly and holding him tighter.

“sure would be nice right about now,” he mumbles dreamily and you place ur fingers under his chin, turning his face and catching his lips in a kiss. it’s slow and sweet, you drag your tongue against his lower lip and he gives you access, parting his enough so you can lick into his mouth.

you could truly spend hours kissing baron, languid and steady. but he ignites a fire in you like no other.

“you taste sweeter than any ice cream,” you confess before connecting your lips again. baron hums, smiling into the kiss as he holds onto your thigh once you hook it over his waist.

the pair of ya keep kissing until your out of breath, pulling away to catch it while he gives you this sweet, golden retriever smile. he’s the sweetest thing ever.

suddenly, baron’s pushing you on your back. he gives you a shy look as he situates himself between your legs, pushing them apart and hooking his fingers into your panties. drags them down as slow as he can and you lift your legs to help him completely rid them. he kisses your knee as you prop your legs up and pull your dress above your waist. baron’s lengthy digits wrap around your ankles as he kisses up your thighs, the sensation running straight to the excitement winding in your stomach. his long hair tickles against your skin and you watch as he blinks up at you, lips tilting up into a smile.

“baby…” you whine, breathless with anticipation.

baron nods slowly, pushing your legs further apart as he lowers himself where you need him most. he kisses your sex softly, peering up at you with those adorable, puppy dog eyes. then he licks up your slit, tongue delving through your folds up to your clit. drawing out another whine from you as you immediately knit your fingers into his mop of hair. baron gets his mouth completely on you, sucking and licking like he’s starved. like you’re his favorite treat. messy with it as he moans against your aching cunt.

“god,” you exhale slowly, “gosh, I mean.”

baron giggles against you and it feels surprisingly amazing, so you tug on his hair involuntarily. which eggs him on, he moans against you again before sucking on your folds as his hands wrap around your thighs. baron’s always so… sloppy eating you out. uses his whole damn face when he does it, brushes his nose against your clit while he lowers his tongue to your hole and prods it gently. gets your slick all over his lips and chin as he eats you out with fervor. that coil in your tummy winding quickly as you write against his face and pull on his tangled hair.

“baby… baby, don’t stop!”

baron groans, tugging you closer by the grip on your thighs as he licks at your hole, nodding his nose against your clit repeatedly. you’re pushed off the edge of bliss, biting your lip to stifle your moan as your eyes roll back in your head. he licks and sucks you through it. to the point where you’re overstimulated and have to pull his head away.

“fuck me,” you beg, looking down at his sweet, gorgeous face, lips shiny with your slick.

baron pulls back enough to push his shorts down, cock bouncing out from its confines. you grab onto his face and pull it down to yours, kissing him hard. he’s smiling against your lips but you moan against his when you feel the head of his cock catch on your pulsing hole. you’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to enter you. he gets it, sliding in deep and punching out another moan from you that he swallows down. you can taste yourself on him but it only makes you that much more desperate. you wiggle your hips up at him, sheathing him inside completely and you both still, gasping at the sensation. baron fills you so wonderfully, you’re absolutely addicted. couldn’t be so into any other man. none would treat you so wonderfully.

“baron,” you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him deeper.

he rolls his hips slowly, whining into the kiss as he holds himself up with his palms on the carpet by your head. you pull him closer, to the point where he’s collapsing on top of you but you love the weight of him. you plant your feet on the floor beside him and buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. he breaks the kiss but his lips are against your ear in a second as he moans lowly. it does something, adds to the whole experience and you’re cumming out of nowhere. crying out so loud he has to cover your mouth with his palm so his other doesn’t hear. he picks up his pace, fucking you hard and fast through the second glorious orgasm.

but you wrap your legs around his waist again, squeezing him impossibly close as tears leak from your eyes. streak down your cheek to meet his palm and he pulls his hand away to look at you, concern clouding his brown eyes.

“babydoll, you okay?”

“need you to cum in me,” you beg through the tears, clinging onto him tightly.

and it’s like your words ignite something in him, baron whimpers as he hammers his hips down into yours, drilling into you quicker and harder than before. he keeps making these sweet, pretty whines and whimpers before his hips still completely and you feel his seed shooting inside and filling you up. you moan softly, pulling him into another kiss.

suddenly, the warmth overwhelms you but you can’t fathom pushing baron away. squeezing his sweaty body even closer to you.

#baron x reader #I wish I knew his last name #baron smut #Joe keery #baron x you

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bellewintersroe · 7 months

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Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter! Smut Part 12 here’s the LINK for part 11- tw - smut, dirty talk, dirty, dirty sex okay, mentions of it being rough, Max and OC are kinky. Minors DOI *18+*

Leni and Max decide one night that waiting isn’t an option. Facing the consequences in the morning doesn’t sound like such a bad thing, right? The tension boils over and just how much they’ve needed one another shows.

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“Well… we don't have to wait just for tonight…”

“What does that mean, Leni?” He turned to face me properly now. The covers were completely off my legs and I was fully exposed. “As in… you know.” I awkwardly spoke, hoping he’d take the hint. Max’s brow raised as he groaned falling back.

“You are going to kill me.”

“No I won’t.” I smiled, eyes meeting his again. “You will.” He nodded, back against the headboard. “Are you sure you want to though, like? I thought you weren’t ready for anything.” All this talk was killing the mood, I wanted to bounce on top of him like there was no tomorrow. He was making that kinda difficult.

“What’s one night gonna do?” I looked at him through my lashes. Max opened his mouth to say something but it fell flat. His hand then shifted down to the back of my thigh, pulling me closer in a swift move and holding under my chin with his hand. His hand engulfed my jaw and part of my neck, fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing. “It’s not just gonna be one night.” He hushed before quickly pressing his lips upon mine. Once they touched, that was it, my arms wrapped over his shoulders and I found myself kneeling in front of him, his hand on my neck, the other on the waist band of my underwear.

Our lips moved, hungry for more, everywhere he touched burned my skin, pulling me closer, tighter, harder. Max’s hand planted on my ass, pulling me onto his lap where our crotches met. I didn’t care how fast this was moving, I needed him, I’d needed him for so long. My pussy began to ache in a dull matter, and when I met his hardened member it only worsened the animalistic desire that grew inside of me. The press of my clothed pussy against him had Max letting out closed mouth moan against my lips. Fuck, I couldn’t help but repeat one back, his tongue grazing against mine.

The kiss was messy, hot, desperate, I began grinding my hips against him, rolling them in a hungry manner, my clit catching against the swell of his cock- but it wasn’t enough. Max and I broke the kiss, he watched back to me, open mouthed and aiding the roll of my hips with a push of his hand. His thumb dug harsher and harsher into my hip bone as we basically dry humped one another.

“Fuck.” Max grunted out, flipping me fully onto my back and landing on top of me, lips pressing to the warm skin where he’d lifted my top further up. The feeling of his kisses tickling over my skin had me breathing heavily, desperately. God, it had been so long since anybody touched me like this, now Max was suddenly kissing down my midrif, preparing to eat me out? Holy fuck.

I felt myself go dizzy when he ripped off my underwear, he didn’t have anytime to waste, apart from the kissing and biting of my thighs. This time I actually let out a moan, hands gripping the bedsheets as he looked back up to me before licking over my pussy that ached for more. Holy shit, he was so good at that- his tongue worked like magic against my pussy, sucking and licking over my sensitive clit, teasing my hole and devouring me like a starving man.

My hips were rolling, my legs were twitching and I desperately clutched at his hair. “Max.” I choked out his name, covering my mouth. He reached up, entwining his hands with my own. “It’s okay.” He hushed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I panted out. “The rooms soundproof.” He commented before delving back in. His mouth was warm and wet against my core, it felt heavenly. If he kept going I would probably cum within minutes. “Oh, fuck.” I moaned, eyes rolling back. I maybe tugged a little too harsh on his hair, especially when he sucked over my clit. Max let out a groan and squeezed my thigh in response.

“Please fuck me.” I hushed, not sure if he heard. He was lapping up my pussy so good that he seemed too focused to hear anything else. “Please, please, I want you to fuck me.” I whined out this time. Max looked back up to me, lifting off slowly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” My chest was heaving and falling. He wiped the back of his mouth and squeezed at his erection in his Calvin Kleins. He looked so big, so hard. I felt empty, I needed to feel the stretch of him, so badly. His face was flushed and hair was all tossed around from where I’d been tugging at it. His eyes were sex hungry and his pupils had dilated giving him a devilish look. “I don’t have any condoms.” He muttered. “Im on the pill.” I nodded, seeing his face relax as he smiled a little, beginning to strip me of my shirt.

“Fuck.” Max cursed, squeezing over my breasts. “I didn’t know they were pierced.” He swallowed as I hummed, tightening my legs back together. Max pushed them apart again, falling on top of my body once again. This time, my hands pushed down to his underwear, scraping my nails gently up the smooth of his back. Max inhaled against my chest, catching my nipples against his mouth. I let out another closed mouth moan, bucking my hips to catch against his.

“So gorgeous. So, so sexy.” He borderline groaned, desperate to catch me in for another kiss. “Max.” I gasped, my fingers frantically tugging at his waist band. Not even taking them off, Max pulled himself free with a slight groan, watching his actions as I felt the press of the head of his cock against my hole.

He licked at his hand, lubricating his dick, I was wet enough but the way he slid slowly into me was orgasmic- literally. We both let out a sigh, his head coming back up to face me. “Is that ok?” “It’s good.” I smiled reassuringly. “You feel so good.” He sighed, burrowing his face into my neck and kissing me tenderly. He pushed himself all the way in with a shaky breath, and I swear I was sent to heaven and back hearing his pleasure. My hands held onto the back of his shoulders, spreading my legs a little wider. Max moaned, pulling his hips back and grinding them back as he fucked into me. “Are you good?” He checked.

“Yeah, are you.” I whispered as he offered me a gentle smile, kissing me tenderly. “Yeah.” He simply responded, our lips attaching as he began moving. My head was cloudy, clearly I wasn’t thinking straight. How could I when Max was inside me? It all felt so naughty and secretive, like we shouldn’t have been doing it. “Is the room actually sound proof?” I checked, “what?” He breathlessly questioned. “Oh yeah. Yeah it is.” He nodded, propping his hands at either side of me.

I let out a sigh of relief and pleasure, lifting myself up with him to catch another kiss. “Fuck me harder, please I want it, Max.” I dirty talked. He groaned in response, snapping his hips into mine, coming to kneel up as he held my thighs and hips, occasionally running his hands back over my tits. Max was a fucking demon on the track, and I could confirm he was the exact same in bed. He’d fucked me like the world was ending, our skin slapping against one another, his hands gripped at me almost painfully, sending me to pure bliss on the mattress below.

“Max!” I cried out, gasping as I gripped at his hands. He let out a grunt, falling forwards and panting from working so hard. He looked so fucking good. “You’re so fucking tight, oh my god. Feels so fucking good.” He cursed and my stomach fluttered yet again. All I could do was moan at his words, clutching at his hand as he pulled himself out gently. His cock was replaced with his hand, “I don’t wanna cum too soon.” The roughness of his actions was softened with a loving kiss to the inside of my knee, my chest was heaving and falling and he placed a hand on there, soothing me, before running it down, over my breasts, my stomach and back down to my pussy that was dripping wet. His two fingers slid inside of me, and immediately my head fell back again. “Jesus, Max.” I half laughed amazed by his pure stamina. He glanced up to me making sure I was okay before speeding up his movements. Max reached angles that nobody else could, his fingers constantly hit the sensitive part inside of me and soon I was covering my mouth, preventing loud cries of pure ecstasy escape my mouth.

“No, I wanna hear you, Leni.” He tugged my hand down, pinning it besides me as he watched my face contort as he threw me over the edge, the sound of his movements mixed with my wetness filling the room. “Fuck, Max!” I choked out, feeling myself squirt all over his hand and my thighs. He milked me through it, smirking like he’d just won a race.

“Didn’t know you could do that.” He commented once I’d come down from the overwhelming sensation. “Well you wouldn’t would you.” I panted, pushing myself up on my sore knees, a little wobbly at first. Max looked back up to me with gentle eyes and the most softest smile I’d ever seen. It felt like I fell in love- fuck no. I couldn’t think like that. I kissed him tenderly, his lips gentle against mine as I inwardly sighed against his lips, climbing on top of him so my pussy was pressed against his cock. Max was big, he took care of himself (I could tell) and when I took him in my hands I felt the way he tensed. He breathed out, watching me jerk him off as I rolled my hips teasingly. I couldn’t believe me and Max were doing this. The realisation hit me and it dawned on me how actually crazy this was.

“What’re we doing, Max?” I giggled, hand still wrapped around his cock. “Just…” he shrugged with a slight laugh. He pulled me in for another kiss and I slipped his tip back inside me again. Our foreheads rested against one another and his hands came to slip over my back and ass, feeling the bounce of my flesh as I moved on top of him.

“Feels so good.” I cried out gently, dropping my head against his cheek. Max turned, kissing my temple as he entwined his fingers in my hair. “Keep bouncing.” He hushed as I pushed myself up, following his instructions. I rode Max like there was no tomorrow, arching my back as I began to grind against him, my tits were bouncing, I was breathless, it was so hot.

“Max.” I squeaked out, feeling him pull my hand onto my clit, before removing it. It’s like he wanted me to put on a performance, so of course I was going to give him that. “Max!” I cried out again, head dropping back slightly, hair draping down my back as I bounced harder. My legs were burning, but I didn’t care, I was going to cum and it’s all I wanted.

“Say it again.” His voice was husky, strained as he let out an actual moan. “Max.” I repeated, breath hitching as his cock hit the sensitive part inside of me. Quickly, he began moving in response, fucking his cock harder, deeper inside of me. I couldn’t speak, he threw me over the edge so quickly, my whole body tensing as my orgasm washed over me.

“I’m cumming! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I yelled out, with one last snap of Max’s hips I was pushed through my orgasm, the coil snapping and my whole body was thrown into complete ecstasy. “Fuck, Max.” I groaned, collapsing onto his chest. His hand moved to hold the back of me, keeping me close and borderline soothing me through my climax. It was the most intimate I’d ever felt, he was playing with my hair, kissing my cheek, fuck, yes we were close enough to have sex, but this felt so…. comfortable. “You okay?” He suddenly spoke once my breathing had calmed, I lifted myself up, sitting back up on him again. “Yeah, sorry. I’m out of breath.” I admitted as Max smiled, rolling me onto my back. The last thing I expected was for him to eat me out again, but fuck, I was practically riding his face like I hadn’t just cum.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that.” I sighed out, my hips rolling against his mouth. He hummed, sending vibrations against my sensitive clit and I jumped from overstimulation. I don’t know how, or why it happened so quickly, but I found myself reaching a 2nd orgasm from his mouth alone.

“Oh my god, Max. I’ve never done that before.” I panted, rolling onto my front, my head slumped against the mattress. “Are you okay?” He asked as I smiled up to him, pushing myself up on all fours. “I want more.” I shyly admitted.

“More?!” He smiled, running a hand over my ass. “Mmmh.” “I’m not gonna say no to that.” He responded as I giggled, feeling him slide slowly into me. He hit just at the right angle, but I was over sensitive and jumped slightly, moaning. “Sorry.” He hushed.

Max moved so gently, fucking me until I grew used to the sensation of his cock inside me again. I arched my back, hearing him groan even louder. “Harder, Max.” I hushed as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, speeding up his actions, fingers gripping into my ass harder and harder. His thrusts became overwhelmingly fast, he was practically jack hammering into me, groaning and grunting as I snatched at the pillow, pornographic moans escaping my lips.

“Fuck me, Max. Oh my god, fuck me!” I moaned out. “Leni-” he groaned, hand slightly slapping down onto the flesh of my ass. “Do it again.” I moaned through my teeth. He brought his hand down to spank me twice more and my moans only grew. Max snatched my hips into his again, doubling over and falling ontop of me with an exhausted groan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck.” “Cum inside me, Max, please!” I begged. “I’ll cum inside you, fuck, I’m cumming!” The sounds that escaped his mouth as he orgasmed made me dizzy, Max’s hands tightened over my skin, falling on top of me as he groaned with each wave of his orgasm as he spilled his seed deep inside my pussy.

“Fuck.” He pushed me down gently, falling on top of me with a kiss to my spine. His hand found mine, breathing easing out as he rested behind me, kissing my shoulder tenderly. “Fuck, Leni.”

“That was so good.”

“We should make this a more common occurrence…”

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jaladwolf · 5 months

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Finn x Julie doodles

Idk what to write here I just felt like drawing art of these two.

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screampied · 4 months

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Choso...crying...sobbing...begging... between our legs. Been such a good boy for not touching himself as hes on his knees, not even tied up,,,😔😔😫😫

❤︎ ໋𓈒 choso who gets off on eating you out, but desperately wants to touch himself

warnings. fem! reader, cunnilingus, whiney choso, hair pulling, praise kink, mdni.

choso being propped up between your legs—you moan, feeling the warmth of his breath fan against your clit. his tongue carefully laps between your folds, staring at you with pretty tears poking through his eyes. “i-is it good?” he’d ask you, for a brief moment breaking his glossed lips away — he lets off a shaky sigh, leaning in to press a kiss near the inner corner of your thigh. “i wanna know, baby.”

“you’re doing good,” you huff out, intaking a sharp breath. choso’s hair was ruffled, a few strands of hair poked out his ponytails, tickling against his skin as he dived back in. you watch as he reaches between himself before you softly grab a fistful of his hair, speaking in a soft voice. “no choso, don’t touch yourself.”

“right, s-sorry,” he stammers in a breathy tone, gently flicking his tongue against your sweet entrance. he lets off a moan — purely savoring your taste, and he was so whiney. the bulge in his sweats only grew, holding in the urge to feel on himself. “i-i’m sorry, ‘m sorry.”

being on his knees just for you—no one else, it was such a pretty view.

choso had half-lidded eyes and a soft needy pout that sheened across his spit-glossed lips. a track of your slick ran down his chin, and he whimpers, departing his lips just to slide his tongue across the corner of his mouth.

“can— can you play with my hair a little more? i uh . . i like when you pull on it.” he’d mumble, smearing his lips together before using two big hands to pry your legs open just a bit more.

“okay, baby,” you’d comply with a sweet smile.

just you calling him baby, it made him so weak. you hear choso sniffle . . .

and he’s so hard, your voice had his mind continuously spasming. the way you were so tender with your wording, giving him that cute simper, your hands go through his hair. running your fingers swiftly through his scalp, softly massaging against his roots.

he moved his face back towards between your legs, gathering a fair amount of spit before he spat on your cunt.

choso felt the strain, his pretty black eyelids flicker. he could never get enough.

feeling your fingers roam and lightly pull on his hair, you lie back, casually gnawing on your lip.

“f-fuck, choso. just like that, good boy.”

a soft whimper leaves his mouth before his face flushed — choso’s lips latch against your cunt before he brings two fingers to prod against your entrance. “say it again, please..”

you hold back a giggle, still on the verge of moaning before you lightly drag his face upward. “…good boy, you’re doing s-so good. making me feel good, choso.”

a whine leaves his lips, and he lolls his tongue out, making sure you felt every part…

the nerves that lived on his tongue, he could eat you out for hours. you were so sensitive, various breaths being caught in your throat. choso’s murmuring sweet nothings alongside your folds, spelling out the alphabet with his tongue before planting it with kisses.

“just… just wanna make you feel good,” he sobs, both temples of his face growing a scorching heat of hotness. the way you softly tickled your fingers against his scalp, it made his heart throb.

vigorously..

hearing you praise him, telling him how good he’s doing . . how good he’s making you feel. choso’s pout remains on his lips, it’s cute.

a thumb of his runs against your clit, immediately the tip of his finger gets coated with your own slick before he cleans it with a few licks.

choso always knew how to perfectly stimulate your pussy. you whined, feeling your legs start to twitch and jitter within his hold. one hand of grips down onto your thigh, gentle caressing it whilst another was right between yours legs.

as it should be.

his tongue runs against your clit before he sucks on it, and he’s so pretty. a flustered face, eyes closing for a brief moment. he wanted to stay like this forever and ever.

“i-i love you,” he’d falter, bringing a single chaste kiss against your cunt. “so m-muchhh,” and his words started to drag a bit.

he laps his tongue repeatedly, swirling it all throughout every part, reaching each spot before you’re right at your peak. choso’s body felt as if it was on fire. he desperately wanted to touch himself…but if his princess said not yet, then he’d wait.

“i love you too.” you’d moan, starting to move his head just a bit. back and forth between your pussy. a soft chuckle, your slick constantly smearing all over his face, the lower part of his chin. he never minded — it was his favorite part.

the moment you came undone, choso’s panting, such want and desire in his eyes ; entirely driven. he gives your pussy a final kiss before murmuring, staring up at you with cute darkened eyebrows furrowing.

“now can i—?” he starts.

“go ahead, baby.” you swallow, your tummy heaving and you felt such bundles of nerves strike all throughout your body. his tongue. he always knew how to use. forevermore a toe curling experience.

he hiccups a, “fuck, thank y-you,” and you watch as choso hesitates at first — embarrassed as you’re watching him before he reaches a hand into his sweats, the most syrupy-sweet moan heard from him before he bites his lip, his eyes meeting yours again.

“oh.. i- i came, princess. made such a mess in my pants because of you,” and then you don’t expect for him to give the front part of your hand a kiss. he stands up from his knees finally before making you feel against his bulge.

“can you touch me?” he starts, and you stare at his openly, he makes your hand run down his washboard abs, down his pretty happy trail.

specks of a few black hair that decorated his skin, until you reach near the hem of his sweatpants. “i- i wanna feel more, please.. make me feel good now, baby. please.”

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maybankxw · 1 year

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MORNING GLORY

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ teasing; fingering; cum play; ] minors dni!!!

summary: waking up with jj

a/n: felt like this is what waking up with j would be, enjoy!

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated!

Hard bulge pressed my ass, I felt a strong arm draped around my waist, a deep drowsy growl came from behind me, fingers stroked my stomach lazily, warm breaths tickled the skin of my neck. I curled up closer, grunting softly in response, my arm covered his as I stroked his knuckles, feeling a flicker of heat in the pit of my stomach.

I flipped onto my other side, meeting the pair of pale blue eyes, still half closed, his expression slumberous, watching me, a faint smile stretching on his lips.

“Hey,” his low murmur was the first thing I heard this morning, besides the waking sounds we made. Huge palm rested on my lower back, pulling my shirt up as we faced each other, stroking my spine, eyelids heavy, faces sleepy, touches intense, affectionate.

“Hey,” I murmured back, my arm stretching up to cup his face, his cheek warm under my touch, slight stubble pricking my skin, his ashy blond strands falling messily over his forehead, no matter how many times I tried to swipe them off.

I nuzzled his throat, inhaling a painfully familiar scent, my favourite scent, his. My lips landed lower, right in the middle his chest, kissing softly. His hand gripped my nape, tangling my hair, dragging me closer. I felt his heartbeat quickening its pace.

His hefty thigh was trapped between mine and I grind myself once, twice, my moan muffled by his chest. Leisurely, slow, so slow, I rubbed myself against him, kissing the path up his throat, leaving wet open mouthed kisses, attacking his neck, rubbing my cunt against his thick thigh, his cock hardening in an instant, pressing the inside of my hip. I panted, allowing all the little breathy moans to spill out of me with every new touch.

Almost soundless “fuck” slipped off and I bent my head back to look up at him.

He bent his knee and pushed it towards my clit, my panties got damper, moans threatening to become louder. His eyes never left mine as he claimed my lips, hungry, devouring me. I let his tongue slip into my mouth, demanding, taking, while I tried to get off on his thigh, “JJ,” I gasped, scratching his chest, veering lower until I reached his abdomen and palmed his clothed cock.

“Fuck,” he cursed, and a curse sounded like a prayer. We loved teasing each other like this in the mornings, slow, deliberate, because in the morning everything felt more intense.

His arm slithered lower, fingers brushed damp cloth as he caressed my slit, lightly at first, applying more pressure, making me buck my hips and bite his shoulder.

He laid me down, pinning against the sheets, my shirt up, revealing my bare chest, nipples tight, begging to be touched, “Beautiful girl, all mine,” his gravely murmur was hypnotising, beckoning me to drown in him.

Head dove down into my chest, hair tickled my skin, his mouth wrapped around my breast, sucking gently, teasing my nipple with the tip of his tongue, one at a time, releasing and leaving them wet and throbbing.

“JJ,” I breathed out, arching my back off the mattresses, my bare stomach touching his skin, making me want more.

I fought over and pushed him on his back, crawling on top of him, straddling his lap. He wore black boxers I was in my underwear, but I ground myself on his cock, thick and hard, my own arousal suffocating me, desire clouding my mind.

He dragged my shirt over my head, palms gripped my tits and he squeezed them, hard, pinching my nipples, making me whimper. My panties were wet, he shoved them to the side, lubricating his fingers with my wetness, pushing them inside me, stretching me out, perfectly filling me in, “Good little girl you are. Made for me.”

He fucked me slow, like he had all the time in the world, pulling out and thrusting in again repeatedly, making me bite his neck to muffle the moans.

I kissed him again, while he fucked me and fucked me, making me feel so damn good. I managed to slip my hand into his boxers, pre cum oozed from his tip and I pressed it with my thumb, rubbing it over his swollen cock. I stroked it, grazing his balls, squeezing and caressing, eliciting a trail of dirty growls that lingered in my ear.

We kissed so much, while we got each other off. I came first, he played with my clit, punching and rubbing, sending me over the edge, his fingers coated in my cum. He brought them to his lips and licked them clean, humming as he did, looking me in the eye, turning me on all over again, “Fucking perfect.”

I felt his cock jerk and I stroked faster, tightening a ring from my fingers, squeezing close at the tip. Cum rushed out on his stomach, his groans filled the room and invaded my mind.

I leaned in, sticking my tongue out, licking the drops of thick liquid off of his abdomen. He tasted salty and warm. A firm palm closed around my neck and he dragged me up, our mouths crashing together, tongues fighting as we both tried to take the reins, “I love you,” he said, kissing my face, my cheek, my nose, my forehead.

“I love you,” I murmured breathless, kissing him in the corner of his mouth, “I love you so much,” my thumb brushed his lower lip and I shut him up with another insistent kiss, grasping his hair, biting his lip at the end of the kiss.

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mariaofdoranelle · 4 months

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Catastrophic Blues

Written for @sjmromanceweek

Prompt: Favorite tropes (exes to lovers yay!)

I wrote most of this oneshot a year ago, and I never posted because it’s so sad, and also it’s the only time I fully trauma dumped on my fics. Anyway. Enjoy this thing that was based on one of the most pathetic days of my life lol

Warnings: none?

Words: 2,2k

The low lighting the uber had at night only called more attention to the cold, churning mess that was Aelin’s stomach. It was the lack of something to focus on when what she needs right now is sensory overload. The smell of alcohol, loud music, strobe lights.

Aelin wanted to focus on anything that wasn’t her destination—or who she’d meet there.

It was fine. She was fine.

It was Fenrys' birthday. The cheeriest of Aelin's cheery friends. Aelin definitely couldn't miss his birthday. Today was about Fenrys, and not the ex-boyfriend who was also invited.

But Aelin was fine. It wasn't a big deal. It’d been more than a month since they broke up, and Rowan even texted her asking if she’d be comfortable if he brought his new girl tonight.

How considerate of him.

But Aelin agreed, with no regrets. The only thing she regretted was merging her group of friends with her ex-boyfriend when they were dating. That was something she’d keep in mind for the next time she met someone.

Out of the car and in front of the bar, Aelin let the cool summer breeze wash her nerves away. He was probably in there already, always on time. She knew this would eventually happen when they broke up and decided to stay friends for the sake of the gang. There was no need for her to freak out—good thing she wasn't. And if she acted weirdly today, what would Rowan do a month from now?

The crowded place was booming with laughter and drunken yells, busy waiters running around the place, barely paying attention to the graceless group of friends singing Bohemian Rhapsody at karaoke.

A large hand gripped her waist, turning her towards the source, and Aelin met a smiling pair of onyx eyes.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

“Fen!” She hugged her friend and handed him his present, wishing him a happy birthday.

“Everyone’s at a big table back there, and…” Fenrys trailed, trying to read something on Aelin’s expression. Whatever words he was about to say died in his throat.

Aelin crossed her arms. “Spill.”

He shrugged. “You’re hotter than her.”

Lyria, he meant. And Aelin agreed, she was definitely hotter. It wasn’t hard to find Rowan’s new girl on Instagram after she commented a red heart on his last picture like a dog peeing on the comment section for territory. She found out about it even before he told her himself.

Aelin narrowed her eyes at Fen. “I’m over him.”

He shrugged. “Just thought you’d like to hear it.”

Her smirk was met with a similar one from Fenrys. He knows her too well.

Then Aelin shook her head, chastising herself for such thoughts. She was the one to end things, due to her… distressing circumstances. She had no right to shame Rowan for settling for a less hot person.

It’s not like she cared, anyway.

Stepping onto the back of the bar, Aelin quickly spotted the table and greeted everyone—including the lovebirds.

Rowan was stiff like a robot, and Lyria was polite. Bland. Guess he lied when he said he liked Aelin’s fiery personality and the way they clashed, since his new girlfriend is the total opposite. He’d probably still be his dutiful self to her in a month, and Aelin would be in Suria with rows of men—or vodka, most likely—lying at her feet.

She sat beside Elide and ordered a non-alcoholic beer—the doctor had cleared her to drink alcohol with moderation by now, but she didn’t want to risk it. Connall decided to restart whatever work gossip he was telling to keep Aelin in the loop.

She was paying attention, or at least she was trying to, but—why did Rowan shave off his beard? God, she loved his jawline. How it looked so firm by far, but felt so soft under her lips and teeth. Aelin could still remember how his beard tickled against her skin when he decided to grow it, or even better, the feeling of it against her thighs when he--

"Ace, are you alright?" Elide whispered in her ear, "You look a little lost."

Aelin blinked, trying to focus on her friends. Apart from Ellie, no one noticed she'd zoned out. Looking back at her friend, Aelin nodded, a small smile on her lips.

Her friend arched one eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

Rolling her eyes, Aelin chuckled. "Of course."

Looking back at everyone, she caught Rowan’s eyes on her. Busted, the only thing left for him to do was send her a small, close-lipped smile and tip his head to the Heineken 0.0% she clutched. Aelin raised it and took a long swig, letting the bitter beverage go down throat, the feeling so close to the real thing.

He feels proud of her growth. Not a big deal when he keeps a perky brunette under his arm.

But she knew this feeling was just an initial clash of their lives apart. Aelin was fine, she truly was. Her feelings towards Rowan would never be the same she had to a regular friend, because the nature of their memories together was different. Erasing their history was impossible, so it was either fully leave or learn how to live in the shadows of what they used to be.

This hollowness she felt in her chest was just an initial shock, an adjustment. Aelin wasn't the only person in the world to lose the love of her life, and some of them even did great after that, with their second-best significant ones.

No one can keep every good thing that happens in their life forever. Even if said good best thing is right there, standing in front of you.

Actually, she was wrong. Aelin did keep Rowan in her life. As a friend. Which was enough, and just what she needed.

“…Right, Ace?”

Aelin blinked, being dragged out of her thoughts back into the conversation. “Excuse me?”

Elide sighed. “The birthday cake, Fenrys got it from Emrys’. Isn’t that the place you recommended to him?”

“Oh.” Aelin blinked. “Yes. Absolutely, yes. They’re the best.”

Ellie gave her a quick look that was hard to decipher, but maybe it was time for Aelin to pay attention.

And pay attention she did. She leaned on the table and held her chin under her palm. Turns out the owners of Emrys’ are regulars at the motel Fenrys works at. Disgusting news to hear, and Connall agreed with her unshared thoughts. Fenrys accused his brother of being homophobic, since they’re talking about a gay couple. Connall retorted, saying that he can’t be homophobic if he’s gay, and it’s not prejudice if he hates everyone equally.

The twins bickered on and on. Rowan watched them as if it was a tennis match, with undiluted attention, while Lyria seemed endlessly amused by it.

Aelin wished she had stayed home.

But she came here for Fenrys, and for Fenrys she stayed. And stayed and stayed and stayed until that fucking song started playing. For Mala’s sake, today was not her day.

Aelin looked around, trying not to be too obvious that she was looking at them. Trying not to look too much or too little.

He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart.

Rowan took Lyria's hand and held it against his chest.

Just like he used to do with her.

Aelin swallowed, her chest shrinking. She was going to be sick.

She excused herself and got up, walking to another section of the bar near the restrooms where she couldn't be seen from the table, and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes.

Breathe in.

She could still feel the shape of Rowan’s lips against hers.

Breathe out.

She could still feel the weight of his body above hers.

Breathe in.

She could still feel his calloused hands caressing her bare back in bed.

Breathe out.

Her heart was beating just as much as on the day she finally got the courage to cuddle him after sex, almost two years ago. When she first rested her head on the crook of his neck, Aelin scented her favorite version of Rowan’s smell because it was completely ingrained with hers. And she did it again. And again. And again. Her hand could trace the shape of him even that long after the last time they were together. She hated how much she'd cling to those small details, and she hated even more that she cared about this. Because she did. Aelin would barely admit it to herself, but of course she did.

She took a deep breath, ignored her quivering stomach and schooled herself, walking to the bar's counter.

The man next to her leaned on the counter so much he was half laid in it, but he still managed to turn his piercing blue eyes at Aelin and smile.

"Can’t find a bartender," he complained, his speech slurred. "I need a beer."

Aelin chuckled, leaning her forearms on the surface too. "And I need water."

He raised his head a little. "I'm Dorian."

"Aelin." She looked at him up and down, from the fumbled hair to the rumpled clothes and untied shoes. “Are you sure the bartenders aren’t bartending you on purpose?”

“I’m sure they are.”

“Huh.” Aelin scanned the liquor selection, tempted. She really was doing better with this new medication, and Dr. Hafiza cleared her for an occasional drink. She could definitely use a drink now. Instead, she tilted her head at Dorian and said, “Did you lose a puppy or something? Or this is just your usual Friday night?”

He ran a hand through his hair and grinned at her, so confident it reminded her of Fenrys. "My answer depends on whether you're giving me your number or not."

Aelin snorted. She thought of how satisfying it would be to watch Rowan watch her leave the bar with someone else, but a drunk wouldn't do. Besides, this wasn't a competition. Aelin had already lost.

"Not a chance. Spill."

He sighed and slumped again on the countertop, hitting his head against it.

"My situationship doesn't see me as dating material."

Aelin grimaced. "That sucks"

He waved a hand, dismissing her pity. "You?"

Her mind went back to a year ago, how he stood by her side, red-rimmed green eyes when Aelin became a shell of herself. How his anxiety skyrocketed when hers did too. How well he was doing now that she wasn't his problem anymore.

A bitter chuckle left her lips. "My sadness is contagious."

Dorian rolled his eyes. “I just bared my soul to you, and this is what you tell me?”

“You did not!”

“I’m gonna get another drink if you don’t entertain me.”

“Is this a threat?”

“Absolutely, yes.”

Aelin sighed, looking up while she gathered her thoughts. “I broke up with my boyfriend.”

“Obviously.”

“Because I was bringing him down. No drama. We decided to not break up our group of friends.”

“No drama, you said?”

“He’s with his new girlfriend at the back of the bar and all my friends are schmoozing with her now.”

“I sense drama.”

“And we have a trip booked for next month we didn’t discuss.”

“Paid it all before the breakup, huh?”

Aelin nodded and ordered two waters before they traded stories about their pathetic love lives. She didn’t know how long they stayed there, neither if she liked Dorian or just this escape from the table from hell, but being here was a respite.

They were about six Tinder horror stories in when a hand landed on Aelin’s shoulder, making her jump, heart racing with surprise.

Rowan stood beside her with his trademark frown. “It’s been a while since you left the table.”

“Yup.” What was she supposed to say?

He jutted his chin towards Dorian. “Is he bothering you?”

“Not at all.” She squared her shoulders, trying to find a light way to describe their pity party. “This is Dorian. I’m getting funny dating stories out of him before I call an uber and send him back to his world of heartless women and tawdry men.”

“I see,” he trailed, eyes trained on them, and took a step back. “Okay. I have to go back there, but if you—“

“I know.” She waved him off. He needed to be at the table and be a good boyfriend to someone else, she got it.

Aelin was fully aware that her mind was going on a petty path, but she couldn’t help it. Yes, Lyria was nice. Yes, Lyria had been nothing but polite to her the entire night. The only problem was that Lyria was dating the wrong person. Or the perfect one, if Aelin wanted to address her issues more directly.

She banged her head against the disgusting counter, resting there to contemplate this rare moment of self-pity.

Aelin dug her own grave.

Dorian had his eyebrows raised. “Damn, he’s hot.”

“And thoughtful.”

“I wasn’t thinking about his thoughtfulness when he murdered me with his eyes.”

“He did not.”

“He did. And you know why.”

“I do not.” Aelin sipped her water. “Anyway, what happened to the guy who was cheating on his wife with you?”

Dorian’s eyes sparkled with the memory of this unfinished divorce story, and she was thankful to get the spotlight of the conversation away from her.

Unlike Aelin, Rowan had his shit together and was happy. She wouldn't—actually, she couldn't—disturb this little peace he found after she cut him off.

Her selfishness only went so far.

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 6 months

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Pairing: Chrollo x Reader

Summary: a smutty excerpt from my full-length Chrollo fanfic. However, I think that it can be read standing alone as well. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, language, some fluff at the end <3

It was quite nice to have something that could be dubbed 'home.'

Over the past few years, you had stayed in many places, but none of them earned the title. They lacked certain qualities that one might include in this category.

There was no breath of relief when you walked inside, only a looming forecast of some new threat approaching. There was definitely no feeling of contentment, the expectation of moving ever-present. The penthouse, on the other hand, possessed many of these traits, though you weren't certain it was because of the building, rather the person you shared it with.

Safety and comfort were easily achieved when you pulled into the parking lot, two check marks on your mental list considering this issue, but there was something else present as well.

The air seemed hollow. It filled your lungs, leaving an empty feeling in your stomach, waiting to be appeased.

You should let him kiss you at the party.

Fuck you, Hisoka Morow.

This feeling followed you into the elevator, a phantom of satisfaction just begging to be exorcised. It's ghostly voice tickled your own vocal chords in a masquerade of confidence.

"You can..." You cleared your throat, but the sound that came out was still annoyingly quiet. "You can, um, kiss me now. Only if you want, I mean."

With a ding, the doors opened. Chrollo glanced down at you before stepping out into the hallway, making you avert your eyes immediately. "I don't know. I really should start making dinner."

"Are you serious?" You whined, following after him into the penthouse. Usually, the tone would have made you cringe internally, but enough of his antics had been endured tonight. He silently waited until you had gotten inside before closing the door and locking it behind you.

With a discontented sigh, you reached around your back to begin taking off the confining gown. While beautiful, it had become uncomfortable after a while, as most pretty things did.

Your hands never made it.

Instead, they were snatched midair, completely forgotten as Chrollo's lips crashed against yours. You gasped, but he captured the noise easily, dropping your hands in favor of cupping your face with one of his. Another found its way around your waist, offering a bit of support as you began to melt further and further into his arms.

The feeling of Chrollo's mouth against yours was captivating, possessing a siren-like allure that overpowered your corporeal need for oxygen.

If this was what asphyxiation was like, you would gladly suffocate under his control.

Backing up, you attempted to find something, anything, to lean on, scared that if this continued your legs might turn to putty. Thankfully, he followed, keeping a constant hold on your frame.

A wall hit your back, prompting another startled exhale. He took advantage of this one too, running his tongue against the rim of your bottom lip in a wordless request. The air in your lungs seemed to dissipate as you allowed his tongue to meet yours, clinging to his touch like it was your only lifeline.

Every bit of contact was felt in your abdomen, a quiet spark that had you sighing in delight.

So when he finally pulled away, you couldn't help the quiet, pitiful whine that left your throat.

His breathing wasn't anywhere near as quick, but as he rested his forehead against yours, the ardent look in his eyes seemed to be quite the indication as to what was running through his mind.

"Is this okay?"

Oh.

And you immediately decided that it was. Your words back at the party were nothing but honest.

You wanted him.

You wanted to be his, in every way possible.

Regardless, your fervent nod didn't seem to satisfy him.

"I'm sorry, dearest, but I'm going to need you to use your words." Using a finger, he tilted your chin upward, urging your gaze to meet his. "Now I'll ask again; Is this alright?"

"Yes." You breathed. "Please keep going."

At your acceptance, he closed the distance between you once more, the kiss turning hungry and desperate.

Every moment was pure bliss, but it was never enough.

You could feel his hand inching across your back, searching for the zipper to your dress. He found it quickly, allowing the garment to fall to the floor.

Red fabric pooled at your feet like a fiery sea. The chilliness of winter air attacked your body, now only protected by mere undergarments.

His lips slipped from yours, trailing downwards to edge your jaw before descending again to place a line of kisses across your exposed collarbone. Your breathing accelerated when his mouth found a sensitive area and, based on the way he smirked into your neck, you were quite sure he noticed too.

With gentle guidance, Chrollo led the both of you towards his room, kicking open the door with minimal regard as he shrugged off his suit jacket. It was discarded as your body fell into the silk sheets of his bed.

Coat off, he positioned himself above you, fingers undoing the first few buttons of his shirt as you were left to squirm under the scrutiny of his gaze.

You had never been so naked, so vulnerable, in front of someone else. The idea of having your bare body on display sent heat to your already burning cheeks.

Instinctively, you moved to conceal yourself, but he was quicker, grabbing your hands to pin them above your head. Ebony locks fell over his eyes as he looked down at you, ever so slowly releasing his hold on your arms.

"Say the word and I'll stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes." You murmured, apprehensive about whether or not your voice would actually work, but desperate for him to continue.

He nodded, sneaking a hand behind you to release your bra with measured precision. The clasp was undone and the garment tossed away, leaving your upper half completely exposed to the man hovering over you. Insecurities immediately flooded your mind as you tentatively forced your line of sight to meet his.

Somehow, you had continuously failed to notice completely enamored Chrollo was with you. Unbeknownst to you, he had already pretty much come to the conclusion that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, regardless of the fact that some parts of you had been left a mystery. And although patience happened to be one of his more noteworthy traits, he would also be a liar if he didn't admit this moment had frequently taunted his restraint for the past few weeks.

And damn, if the wait wasn't worth it.

He sucked in a sharp breath, steel eyes once cold and uncaring, now ablaze with desire for you.

"Fuck."

His mouth found yours again before following a route similar to the one before, descending past your jaw and toward your neck. This time, however, he continued downward to your chest. Skin still frigid, his lips were sparked fireworks with every touch.

You gasped sharply when he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud while his free hand found its way to your other breast, gently kneading the flesh. He pinched your nipple, pulling a whine from your throat as your thighs clenched, desperate for friction.

At some point, he backed away, continuing the assault on your neck like it was the last time he ever enjoyed human contact. You didn't notice the withdrawal, much too distracted by the feeling of his hands on your chest.

However, you definitely noticed when his touch found its way below your abdomen, pressing softly against your clit through the fabric of your underwear. Your back arched into his hold as you absentmindedly realized you had never hated any object quite as much as you did right now. Self-consciousness had completely faded away, replaced by the need of his direct contact.

Chrollo nudged the cloth to the side, a smug grin spreading across his features before he yanked it off completely.

He ran a finger across your slit, examining the wetness that followed it with pure satisfaction.

"Fuck, I've barely done anything yet."

Slowly, he inserted a finger inside, pumping at a steady pace before following with another, making sure to keep his thumb trained to your clit in a tortuously slow rotation. Pleasure coursed through your body, forcing a moan from in its wake. You quickly slapped a palm against your mouth, hoping to muffle the embarrassing sound, but his ears were too sharp.

"Uh-uh." He chided, grabbing both of your arms with his free hand. "I want to hear you."

"Good girl."

"I'm not... shit, your dog." You complained, but the soft spark of pleasure of his words were undeniable.

"You sure whine like one."

The mere sound of his voice was audible bliss. Your body had seemed to betray you, clenching around his digits at the tantalizing tone.

"Hm." He appraised. "Praise and degradation. Noted."

"I'm not-"

Your denial was quickly cut off when he inserted another finger, curling them against your core until the only sound you could emit was a low groan. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught that. Would you mind repeating it for me?"

Anywhere else you would have been happy to call him out for feigned ignorance, but you were much too far gone in the way he was able to heighten the warmth in your core. It grew steadily with each pump of his fingers until you were ready to burst.

Soon, Chrollo had you unraveling upon his hand. Ever attentive, he continued to stroke the ever sensitive bundle of nerves, leisurely helping you down from your high as he unbuttoned his dress pants.

Your eyes immediately trained down towards his waist once he was done, inner walls clenching around nothing. The empty, hollow feeling left you even more unsatisfied than before. It was a relief to not be the only one exposed, but fuck was he gorgeous.

He quickly noticed where your line of sight had traveled, letting out a dark chuckle that only heightened your desire. "Pervert."

Brain still on sensual overdrive, the taunt did nothing but spur another flicker in your core. The embarrassment only seemed to push your need further. He seemed to notice your stare and the pleading expression across your features.

"What did I say about using your words, darling?"

"Please." You mumbled, hoping against hope that he would take pity on you.

He carefully aligned himself at your entrance, its soft, steady beat still present and yearning to be satisfied. "Anything for you."

With a slow, antagonizing pace, you waited for him to finish entering you. Slight pain followed with every inch forward, but nothing compared to ache you felt for his touch. Soon, the soreness melted into satisfaction and you found yourself unconsciously lifting your hips to his, desperate for some kind of tension.

Thankfully, he understood your wordless plea, beginning to rock his hips into yours at a steady pace that had you internally begging for more. His thumb found your clit again, rotating around the nub in slow, gentle circles. He reveled in the moans that were pulled from your lips.

The heat continued to intensify, filling your core to the brim until all the only emotion running through your brain was need.

With an increasing rhythm, he continued thrusting into you until pleasure had completely overpowered your senses, leaving you a moaning puddle of satisfaction in its wake. Every kiss to your cervix tightened the coil more and more until it was unbearable. The bliss was excruciating, bright and hot and wonderful all at the same time.

He caressed your overstimulated clit in a way that made you want to burst, and with a few final pushes, you did.

Euphoria flooded over every crevice of your body. Your walls fluttered around him as your high was met, offering a soft convulsion that allowed him his own release. Your eyelids fluttered to a close, heart on overdrive and mind still abuzz from pure ecstasy.

He slowly pulled out, careful not to jostle your form too much before gently picking you up and carrying you towards the bathroom. The difference in light made you cringe slightly, but, although spent, you were still curious.

Damn, it's nice in here.

You marveled as he set you down on the counter to start a bath.

The past hour, and probably the trials of today as well, had left you tired, the next few moments no longer memories, but foggy sensations of bliss.

His voice echoed amidst the rushing water, muttering kind praises that were extenuated by the soft tingle of his lips against your skin. The soothing warmth of the bath soon replaced them, then the soft cotton of a shirt that was much too large to be your own.

Next, the cool sheets, somehow new and folded neatly, cocooning around your body. You did remember reaching out, searching for his own figure against the bed. You also remembered the quiet laugh as he met your grasp, allowing you to easily wrap your arms around his torso. He mirrored your embrace, placing a final kiss on your temple.

In the past few weeks, you had fallen asleep in Chrollo's grasp multiple times. However, as the world faded away, you were able to coherently recognize that this way was most definitely your favorite.

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