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Hiii, I read some of your posts and I am in love. I'm just wondering if I can translate them and post it on my facebook to share with my Vietnamese friends in the same LAD fandom, please? I promise to credit you and include the link on my post. But if you don't want me to it is all good. Thank you so soo much and have a good day.

hi there!! sorry i'm answering this a month later! yes you have my permission to translate and share with your friends, as long as you credit me and link the original post! thank you for asking 🥰❤️

#asks #im honored ppl like my stuff enough to translate it!!! hehehe 💕

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rip igris but i'm diffrnt

#solo leveling #sung jinwoo #i promise ill write soon i just needed this out of my system sjfhskshsjs #he's so fine on god

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how he cares for his mentally ill partner

cw: discussion of mental illness and symptoms, gender neutral reader, fluff

zayne immediately goes into doctor mode as soon as you tell him about your "condition". he researches your diagnosis in depth to better understand your brain and state of mind, as well as the best ways to support you. he diligently checks in on you, always asking how you're feeling and encouraging you to express what's on your mind so you don't get in the habit of bottling things up. nothing you share will ever scare him, even the more "frightening" thoughts you experience. when something's wrong, he does everything in his power to make it right, whether that's hounding your pharmacy to make sure your refills are ready or reminding you when it was time to take your medication. when you have bad mood swings or depressive episodes, he listens to you without judgment, gazing softly into your eyes with nothing but kindness in his own. if you ever lash out at him, he doesn't take it personally. he reassures you as many times as you need, even if it gets repetitive. you will always have your doctor in your corner.

rafayel is a bit confused when you first tell him about your mental illness. he doesn't understand when you say "something is wrong with your brain", because to him, your mind is perfect. he acknowledges your unique struggles, but insists that you are much more than a medical diagnosis or symptoms of an illness. you aren't broken, you aren't too much. you're his beloved, and he is determined to love every part of you, even this so-called "dark" side. he wants to know everything about the way your mind works so that he can be a better partner, whether that's learning your triggers to prevent you from having episodes or figuring out what kind of reassurance you need to feel safe with him. he may get upset sometimes when you lash out at him, but when that happens, he'll remind you that no amount of depression, anxiety, or psychosis will stop him from loving you. you will never have to fear being abandoned again.

xavier doesn't fully understand your condition, but he can relate to your feelings of anxiety and depression. having struggled with those emotions himself, he empathizes with you deeply in a way most other people can't. he never judges or blames you for lashing out; his laid back personality and gentle demeanor help ground you when you feel like you're falling apart. however, he does get upset when you hide your struggles and aren't honest with him about how you feel. you can trust him; you no longer have to bear such heavy burdens on your own. when he can't be there physically, he'll encourage you to self soothe by buying you bubble bath soap or sleepytime tea to relax your nervous system. when he is around and you happen to have an episode, he holds you until the tears subside, wiping them from your cheeks after you've finished crying against his chest. he hates seeing you this way, so he'll do anything to ease some of your pain.

#love and deepspace #lnd xavier #lnd zayne #lnd rafayel #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #for my fellow mentally ill babes <3 #they love you no matter what!! <33

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tracklist:

coffee's on me - sunset rollercoaster

light - wave to earth

new holiday - great good fine ok

already love - great good fine ok

lazy mornings - mokina, eyelovebrandon

someone to you - great good fine ok

i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it - the 1975

space song - beach house

lostmyhead - the 1975

weightless - chiiild

thinking - great good fine ok

have you ever been in love - the ivy

this must be my dream - the 1975

take me where your heart is - q

you're the one for me - great good fine ok

fallingforyou - the 1975

#xavier #love and deepspace #lnd xavier #my playlists #Spotify

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whoever shares the most brown skinned MC fanart with me will win my irrevocable loyalty and love in return

#love and deepspace #love & deepspace #lnd #come on guys someones gotta make inclusive art 😭😭😭 #us brown girls need love too

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in the library.

cw: nsfw!! female reader, public sex in library (discreet), penetration (vaginal fingering), handjob, blowjob

summary: you’re desperate to stay quiet. he’s determined to make you scream.

There are only a handful of people in the library when you run into Zayne. You cross paths in the last aisle, where the “adult” novels could be found. You were trying to take a Nora Roberts book from the shelf when your hand brushed against something cold yet familiar. When you looked up, your eyes met those of your classmate. Well, former, back when you two were in the same gen ed course. He stood calmly on the other side of the shelf with a piercing gaze that sent chills down your back. 

“(Y/N),” he greets you with a slight nod of his head. 

“Dr. Zayne,” you awkwardly return his greeting, but when you look back to the empty space on the shelf, you find he’s already gone. He appears at your side in a heartbeat, his hazel eyes focused on the book you’re holding. 

“I’m not a doctor yet,” he corrects you.

“Haven’t you skipped a bunch of courses, though? You’re pretty much set to be one by the end of the year.”

“Unlikely. I still have a ways to go.”

Suddenly you become hyper aware of how close he’s standing. His shoulder brushes against yours as he takes the book from your hand in one smooth motion. You watch as his elegant fingers sift through the worn down pages, gently tugging each one at the corners. 

“For Now, Forever,” he reads the title. “An excellent choice.”

“You’ve read Nora Roberts?”

“Is that so surprising?”

“Well, yeah. I thought you only read boring medical texts.”

“That’s mostly true. But even I need breaks from my studies.”

“Breaks to read smutty novels?”

Silence. It seems you’ve caught him off guard. He clears his throat, and you notice his ears reddening a little.

“I was only curious about this one because it involved characters in the medical field,” he gives you a weak excuse. “I’m not a connoisseur of erotica, unlike some people.”

“Hey! Don’t say it like that. You make me sound like some kind of pervert.”

He chuckles softly at your expense.

“If I’m not mistaken, this novel in particular has a number of… graphic scenes,” he comments, his eyes drifting to your face in the process.

“I mean, yeah… all of her books are like that,” you say, trying to sound casual despite your heated cheeks. It was embarrassing having him comment on things like this so candidly. And by the way he was smirking, you could tell he was doing it on purpose. 

“You must have enjoyed these lewd scenes, too. Or else you wouldn’t have read it.”

A sudden streak of mischief takes over. You take a small step forward, closing the gap between you. His lips part as if he’s about to say something, but he remains silent.

“Speaking of that…” you tease. “Do you remember the part where they’re in the library? I think it went a little something like this…”

You place your hands on his chest, running them over his iron-pressed shirt to feel the muscles underneath. The hem is tucked into the waistband of his pants; you tug on it ever so slightly until it comes undone, allowing you access to his bare skin. He doesn’t stop you when you sneak your hands under his shirt, nor does he protest when you run your palms on his stomach. You hear his breath hitch slightly when you wander a little too low; as soon your eyes drift down and fall on the tent poking through his fitted pants, he suddenly grabs your hand and holds it firmly.

You look up again, locking eyes with the doctor in training, whose stony expression still hasn’t cracked. Although, he is looking a bit more strained…

“Zayne…?”

He pauses for a moment. Then, you see the corners of his lips curl up in a tiny smirk.

“...I remember it going a little differently.”

His steely eyes meet yours once again. You sense something deep inside them, struggling to break free, yet his demeanor remains as cool and controlled as ever. How many times have you wanted to break through that cold facade of his and curl up with the warmth of his heart? He hid it so well, but even the strongest armor had cracks. 

While you’re lost in thought, something flutters against your thigh, snaking up the hem of your skirt. The feeling makes your skin quiver, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle a small cry. Meanwhile, his fingers reach the lace edges of your panties and tug them down until they’re right above your knees. The sudden rush of cool air makes you shiver.

“Zayne…” you whisper, trying to keep quiet so you don’t garner the attention of the other visitors, or worse, the librarians themselves. You look around anxiously to make sure no one is nearby while his hands grope your thighs and hips. He takes his time feeling you up before finally caressing his cold hand on your outer lips. It makes you jump, but soon you feel a warmth spread through your body, fueled by his gentle circling of your clit.

“Shhh,” he leans forward to whisper in your ear, right before sliding a finger inside you.

You let out a tiny gasp, forcing back a moan as he curls his finger upwards, seeking out the elusive spot he knows will make you cum hard. He finds it and begins to stroke the spongy walls, slowly at first, then with a bit more force. All while pumping those beautiful fingers of his in and out, in and out, in a steady rhythmic fashion. It’s taking everything in you not to scream and moan. He chuckles as he watches your face twist in pleasure and your strained efforts to silence yourself.

“Mmm… mmph!!”

“Calm down,” he croons. “You need to stay quiet in the library.”

It’s the same thing the male lead had said to the heroine of the story. You remember it vividly, for you had pictured yourself in this exact scenario, with this exact same man. Zayne’s hands are quick and skilled; his thumb continues massaging your clit, putting just enough pressure on it to warm you up without bringing you over the edge. It’s driving you mad, how gentle yet forceful he is. He stares down at you from his massive height, lips slightly curved upwards in an amused smile while you fight to remain silent as his hands and fingers roam your body. Your heart has begun to pound so intensely you wonder if he can actually hear it.

You’re close. He can sense it, too. He chuckles again when you grab onto his arms, as if bracing yourself for impact. You squeeze your eyes shut as wave after wave of electrifying pleasures surge through your body. It’s taking everything in you not to scream. You force back every moan, only letting little gasps and groans escape when he hits you in just the right place. And from the grin on his face, you can tell it amuses him to no end.

A few moments later, you finally cum. You bite your lip, feel your eyes roll in the back of your head, let out fluttered sighs as you squirt all over his hand. He caresses your waist and hips, relishes the way you twitch and shudder under his hands. The orgasm made you extra sensitive, so every touch feels like cold fire. You open your eyes to meet his, letting your lips part as you take in large gulps of air while trying to regain your composure. His soft gaze makes your heart dance. He doesn’t say anything, opting instead to admire the sight of your flushed skin and relieved expression.

But his own expression soon turns to one of restraint. His gaze falters when he feels your hand grope the tent in his pants. You rub the tip with an increasing amount of pressure and smile when you hear stifled grunts emerge from his throat. His brows furrow slightly in determination, as if he is focusing all his attention on retaining his composure. But you see the mask slip when you unzip his pants and let loose his stiff member.

Still covered by black boxers, you sneak your hands into the slit in the middle and take hold of his shaft. He grunts softly, almost losing it when you begin caressing the tip and teasing the length of his cock. You start off slow and take your time fondling him, noting what makes him sigh and gasp and when his breath becomes more erratic, more desperate. 

You pause briefly to look around, once again making sure that no one is looking, before falling to your knees.

Before he can protest, you take his cock in your mouth and run your tongue along his shaft, stopping only to kiss and lick his tip before going on. The muffled sounds he’s making are delightful. His grunts start off quiet, but the longer you suck him off, the louder they grow. He grabs fistfuls of your hair, firmly but gently so as not to hurt you, and pulls you close until his cock is hitting the back of your throat. You suppress the urge to gag; it won’t be much longer until he cums.

After a few deep thrusts and more teasing from your mouth and tongue, he erupts his load into you, gasping quietly while still holding onto your locks. You taste his cum and swallow it all, savoring the warmth he’s given you. You slowly guide his cock out of your mouth and stand back up, smiling at him while his heavy breathing subsides. He zips up his pants with a relieved sigh, as if he just released a lifetime’s worth of stress.

“Well?” you whisper. “How did it end, again…?”

Zayne looks down at you with eyes full of affection, taking your chin in hand and gently pulling your face up.

“I believe it went like this.��

He kisses you softly, and his icy exterior melts in your hands.

#love and deepspace smut #lnd zayne #zayne x reader #zayne x mc #zayne x you #minors dni #love and deepspace

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happy birthday to our pisces king 👑

#lnd rafayel #love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel birthday #🥳🎈🎊🎁🎉

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hope all the love and deepspace girlies finally stop crying over mid guys who don't text back now that you know how a man should and could be treating you

#love and deepspace #i cooked

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IMPORTANT: TUMBLR HAS MADE A DEAL WITH MIDJOURNEY/OPENAI.

YOUR ART AND IMAGES ON TUMBLR ARE BEING USED TO TRAIN AI MODELS.

The opt-in is automatic, but you can turn it off in settings.

Go to "Blog Settings" -> "Visibility" -> "Third-Party Sharing" and turn on "Prevent third-party sharing for [blog]". (This post shows how to do it on browser and on mobile.) You need to do this with every sideblog. (Note: The option in settings might not appear if your app hasn't updated yet. You can still opt out via browser.)

Spread the word. Everyone on Tumblr needs to know about this.

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Everybody has been talking about Xavier’s Tender Night, But can we talk about Zayne’s Business Trip? He literally pinned the MC down.. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

#im SICK #dr zayne save me

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Behind the Blindfold, ch. 5 [Gojo Satoru x reader]

tags: NSFW!!! female reader, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, tickle kink, creampie, overstimulation, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, size kink, size difference

summary: you fuck gojo satoru after he finally comes back from an important mission. less plot, more porn

word count: ~3,418

read part 1 here! read part 2 here! read part 3 here! read part 4 here!

read on ao3 here!

Two weeks.

It had been two weeks since you’d last seen Gojo. Two weeks since you had run your fingers through his fine, white hair. Two weeks since your lips had marked his skin as yours. Two weeks since he’d been deep inside you, thrusting rhythmically until you cried out in octaves of pleasure. Two long, boring, lonely weeks. 

There was only so much time left in your Tokyo assignment. You were set to return to your home country in just a few short days. Gojo, having been sent to Kyoto for some kind of obscure business he refused to disclose, had bid you farewell after the last steamy night you’d spent together.

“When will you be back?” you asked casually with bed sheets draped over your nude body. You kept your tone light and neutral, cleverly disguising your anxiety.

“Who knows…” he mused with a casual shrug, letting the door close behind him.

You haven’t heard from him since. And you hadn’t expected to. Gojo was a busy man. 

But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. You missed the way his big, strong hands roamed your body, how gently they caressed your sensitive skin with his rough and calloused palms. You yearned for the taste of his sweet, pink lips and the trails of kisses he left down your spine, across your shoulders, on the back of your hands. You longed to hear that deep, smooth voice calling out your name in the dark, whispering sweet somethings in your ear, praising your tightness and how good it felt to be inside you and how amazing you were for taking it all. 

And those eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes.

What were you going to do without him?

When the elders had assigned Gojo as your partner, you’d wanted nothing more than to get as far away from him as possible as quickly as possible. Now, the idea of being apart tore your heart in half. The grim reality of being all the way across the world for the foreseeable future was starting to sink in. A stark contrast from the beginning. Despite your best efforts, you’d fallen for him. And now you were cursed to live with these feelings forever.

The days dragged on. You made your peace with things, accepted that you may never see or speak to him again.

You’d be okay.

You always were.

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The night before your flight home, you hear a knock on the door and rouse yourself from a deep slumber to answer it. It was late. You had been comfortably dozing in bed, so you were less than pleased when you had to get up to greet this unwelcome visitor. Scowling, you head to the living room and peek through the peephole.

It’s him.

In the flesh.

Staring back at you through the peephole, knowing you were looking for him on the other side.

You yank the door open and stare up at the giant sorcerer, who gazes down at you affectionately with a little smirk. Hands in his pockets and shoulder leaning against the door, he greets you in a familiar velvety baritone that melts you where you stand.

“Yo. Miss me?”

You stare at him for several long seconds, drinking up the sight of Gojo Satoru. His impossibly long legs. His annoyingly arrogant smirk. The way he’s leaning over you, slightly hunched, staring down at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes. His clean, masculine smell, a mix of designer cologne and fresh scent laundry detergent. 

You grab him by the collar and yank him inside, pressing your lips against his before he can utter another word.

Your hands cup his beautiful face, cradling it as you kiss him again and again. You part your lips and invite his tongue inside to dance with yours. He returns the gesture and places his hands on the small of your back to pull you in close. After some time you throw your arms around his neck and embrace him tightly. You can’t seem to get close enough to feel satisfied.

When you finally pull away, you feel dizzy and lightheaded. You’re not sure how much time passed while you were kissing. It could have been forever. It could have been a second. The two of you are locked in an intense gaze, as if daring the other to speak.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he grins, breaking the silence to steal another kiss.

Your fingers reach up and lace themselves in his hair, grabbing and pulling every so lightly. A fluttered moan escapes his lips; he does the same, taking in a fistful of your locks and tugging firmly yet gently. Your head arches back, giving him access to the tender skin on your neck. His lips drift down your jaw and pepper kisses over your neck, eliciting breathy gasps and tittered moans from your parted lips. He buries his face there; you sink your nails into his shoulders.

“Satoru…” his name slips off your tongue. You’ve missed this, how it felt to cry out for him. He chuckles and leans forward, burying his face in your neck.

“Mmm, you smell so good…” his voice ghosts over your skin, sending chills down your spine. He picks you up in one smooth motion, cupping your ass cheeks in both of his large hands as he carries you to the bed. He tosses you down on the soft mattress before climbing on top, showering your face with another flurry of kisses.

You wrap your legs around his waist tightly, anchoring him to your body. You weren’t planning on letting him go again anytime soon. He can see it in your eyes; he grins down at you, famished and ready to make up for lost time.

“I didn’t think you’d be back in time…” you whisper before he presses his lips against yours once more.

“I’ll always come back for you, baby.”

The palms of his hands trail down your sides. His fingertips gently press into your skin, causing you to gasp from the feather-light sensation. He grabs the waistband of your panties and drags them down your thighs, tossing your body around as he yanks them from your ankles. Then he practically rips your top off, savagely tearing apart the buttons to access your bare chest. He groans softly when he sees your erect nipples and tweaks them with his thumbs. You let out a small cry as he cups your breasts in both hands, stroking them gently.

“I can’t take it anymore…” he grunts. His tongue circles your nipple while his hands stroke the tender undersides of your breasts, making you feel ticklish. It’s turning you on, but the sensation is still overwhelming. Going weeks without human touch has certainly made you more sensitive.

“Ahh, Satoru…!” you barely have it in you to beg. You’re ready to let him do whatever he wants to you, for as long as he wants.

“That’s right,” he pauses his worship of you for a moment. “Say my name.”

“Satoru…”

“Say it again. Louder.”

“Satoru!!”

A deep chuckle falls from his lips. When you look up at him again, you see a familiar ferocity in his eyes. One that’s only present when he battles, and when he fucks you . His hands wrap themselves around your ribcage, and you know what’s coming next. Your pussy is already throbbing from the anticipation.

“Wait, don’t-”

“Too late,” he squeezes your waist, causing you to squeal and arch your back. You grab his wrists, trying to push him off, but he’s got an iron grip on you, and the way he’s tickling you is making you weak. It’s intense; you had forgotten how evil he could be when it came to torturing you this way.

He leans forward and chuckles in your ear. His breath tickles your neck, making you squirm and giggle even more.

“I’ve missed your laugh,” he coos, still not letting up on his tickle attack. His fingers ghost your sides, sliding down to your hips where he gropes them with a bit more pressure. “And I’ve missed watching you squirm like this.”

Out of breath and a bit hoarse, you whisper a half-hearted “fuck you”, prompting him to laugh. He responds by kissing your breasts once more, then letting his lips trail down your waist. He lingers at your stomach, drinking in your soft giggles and quiet moans as he kisses your belly button, the creases of your thighs, the edges of your hips. After teasing you there for a while, he finally plants his pretty face in between your thighs. Where it belongs. When his mouth presses against your warm mound, you moan so loud the neighbors have to have heard. His skilled tongue twirls around your clit, licking it in just the right way. The weeks and months you’d spent fucking each other had strengthened his intimate knowledge of your body. Truly, nobody could fuck you as good as he could. 

The licking of your clit, the kisses he gives to your second pair of lips, the slight teasing of his finger around your hole is almost too much to bear. He’s teasing you, keeping you on the edge so you don’t come too quickly. You buck your hips upwards, letting him know you want more. But it goes ignored. Gojo Satoru is taking his time. Even when you grasp his hair and pull his face back down, he simply continues his soft torment. You start to whine when he pulls away, earning another amused chuckle in response.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” he smiles, wiping a few beads of sweat off your forehead. “You look frustrated.”

“You’re teasing me!” you cry out with furrowed brows.

“Mmm, am I?” he drags his fingers down your thighs, then smiles wider when you flinch from his touch. “I thought you liked it when I was gentle?”

You feel his hand slip into your hole, just one finger at first, then two. The other hand continues to stroke your thigh. The sensation of his long finger inside of you causes you to roll back your head and moan in pleasure. He pumps it in and out slowly, his speed decreasing with every thrust. You wait for him to curl his finger upwards, stimulating that spongy spot inside your walls, but it never comes. He simply goes in and out, in and out, occasionally drifting across it, but never touching it directly. It’s driving you insane.

“Satoru!” your cries have become more frustrated, more desperate. “Please…!”

“Oh, is the big, tough sorcerer girl begging now?” he smiles cheekily, speaking to you in a sing-songy voice. 

“I want to cum,” you whine, feeling your lower lip tremble. God, you couldn’t take it anymore, you were sure you’d go mad if he didn’t…

“Alright, alright,” he assures you, picking up his speed as he shoves another finger inside you. “You’re lucky you’re so cute…”

He gives you what you ask for. A mind-shattering orgasm that makes you squirt all over his hand, wetting it with your juices. He pulls out his hand and licks his fingers, as he always did after fingerfucking you. All while gazing down at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his, full of affection and something else a bit more sinister.

“Fuck, you taste good…” he muses while admiring your sweaty, naked form. You close your eyes and take a moment to catch your breath, but suddenly you feel his fingers enter you again, curling slightly on that same spot.

“Sato-” you start to call out for him, your confused tone melting into one of shocked pleasure. In a few short seconds, you’re cumming again, this time even harder than before. The orgasm ripples through your body, sending waves of pleasure over every nerve ending. Your cries increase in pitch and volume, music to his ears. He simply smiles down at you, enjoying the show his hands have created.

“There you go. Just like that.”

You wait for him to pull his fingers out again, but he never does. Your widened eyes stare up at him, imploring him for mercy.

“Satoru, wait, give me a second…!”

“Hmm? But I thought you wanted to come?” He sneaks his arm underneath you, pulling you in close, giving him further access. “I’m simply complying with your demands.”

With him holding you like this, your movement is restricted and you can’t do much besides writhe around in his arms. His face is so close, you can feel his breath on your cheeks and the warmth of his skin pressed against yours. His fingers are still pumping inside you, and they coax out orgasm after orgasm until you feel like you’re going to pass out. He doesn’t stop until you nearly do. You lose count of how many times you’ve cum, how much you’ve squirted on his hand, how often he’s smirked at you while turning you into a complete mess.

And he’s still not finished.

He pulls away for a moment to strip, peeling off the layers of clothing under his uniform while you take in large gulps of air, recovering from the electrifying orgasms he’s given you. When you see his cock swing out after he pulls his pants down, you push yourself up to take it in your mouth. Oh, how you had dreamt about sucking his dick. His perfectly huge, girthy dick. He’s already hard, but when you take it in your mouth, you hear his airy moans and feel it throb and stiffen against your tongue. You decide to pay him back for his earlier teasing, focusing your tongue and lips on the tip of his dick. Pre-cum drips into your mouth as you kiss, lick and suck at his reddening cock. He grabs your head and tries to shove your face further onto his shaft, but you resist. You take his entire cock in your mouth, but only once, and only for a second, before pulling it out and caressing the tip once more. His grunts and groans become increasingly frustrated, and for a moment, you feel vindicated.

But you can’t wait any longer. You need to taste his load, and you need to taste it now . You grab hold of his shaft and take him in your mouth completely, letting the tip hit the back of your throat to the point where you almost gag. You manage to hold it together; you want to swallow it all, claim it as yours. It doesn’t take long for it to happen. He explodes inside you after a few more strokes, and you swallow all of the cum that leaks from his tip until he goes flaccid. His grip on your hair loosens, and you feel him running his fingers through your hair. His eyes flutter open; he cups your cheeks and strokes them with his thumbs.

“Fuck…” is all he can muster. 

While he recovers, he leans forward to kiss you again. First on your lips, then your cheeks, then your neck. He purposely flutters his lips across your ears and neck, knowing that it’ll make you squirm. He laughs with you, relishing in the numerous ways he can elicit sounds and reactions from you. He kisses down your shoulders, arms, and hands. He caresses your waist and hips with the gentlest touch. He presses his lips against your thighs, shins, and feet, leaving no part of your body untouched. By the time he’s kissed every inch of your skin, he’s hard again, and ready to come inside you.

That was the great thing about Gojo. His endurance was truly legendary. 

You’re soaking wet when he sticks it in, from the countless orgasms and the soft worship. You cry out, even though it’s only the tip, and wail a little louder when he slowly pushes in his cock. He moans in falsetto, making a sound so sweet that it makes you clench your walls even tighter against his cock.

“Fuck,” he says through his clenched jaw. “You’re so fucking tight…”

You wrap your thighs around his waist again, trapping him in place. You had waited too long for this feeling. You weren’t going to let him escape. He thrusts into you like rapid fire, the only sounds you can hear are the slapping of skin and your high-pitched moans sung in unison. He unwraps your legs and takes hold of your ankles, then rests them on his shoulders while gazing down at you. His eyes never leave yours; his sweat drips on your skin and mixes with your own. His cock pumps into you once, twice, a third time, and then… another warm eruption fills you. The two of you are panting heavily and soaked with sweat and cum. He gently lowers your legs, feeling them up as you shiver from his touch. Your body is hypersensitive right now. Every little touch sends shockwaves through your skin. He collapses beside you, a bit winded but not as out of breath as you would expect. Meanwhile, you’re gasping for air and waiting for the stars in your vision to subside.

“You really did miss me, didn’t you?”

He nudges you, and you roll your eyes in response. Reality is starting to dawn on you again. This was the last time you’d ever get to be with him in this way. You sigh and try to force the pit in your stomach to go away. 

When he sees the downtrodden expression on your face, his face softens and his tone grows gentle.

“Hey, don’t look so down,” he comforts you, stroking a finger across your cheek. 

“This is the last time I’m going to see you, isn’t it?”  You look away, trying to hide whatever sadness he sees in your eyes.

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“I’m going back home tomorrow,” the tremor in your voice breaks through, giving you away. “And then I’ll never see you again.”

Gojo Satoru falls silent, for once. He takes a moment to ponder, tapping a finger on his chin as if deep in thought. Then, he suddenly snaps his fingers and looks at you with a smile.

“Oh, yeah. About that,” he speaks in a casual tone. “You’ll actually be staying here indefinitely.”

Your head perks up after you process what he’s said.

“...What?”

“Ah, apparently somebody made the request some time ago,” he says, rubbing his finger under his nose. “It seems that your services are still needed.”

“What… who…?”

He shrugs. “No idea. But you know how this goes. We can’t act against the precious elders’ wishes.”

You furrow your brows and gawk at him, at first in disbelief, and then with a realized giddiness you couldn’t hide no matter how you tried to force it back. You feel your lips curl up in a smile and can’t stop yourself from latching onto his arm.

“You…!”

“Me?” he grins.

You crawl forward, your breasts pressing against his chest, and plant a kiss on his lips. When you pull away, he’s looking at you expectantly, lips curled in a smirk, eyes wide and playful.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?! I was so depressed, I really thought this was the last time…”

“Weeeell, you wouldn’t have fucked me so passionately if you didn’t think this was the last time, no?”

You shove him playfully while he laughs at your expense.

“You jerk! You insufferable, annoying, thick-headed jerk! ”

“Such awful traits, and yet you couldn’t help but fall madly in love with me.”

You scoff and roll your eyes again. “And what about you? You fell so hard for a stubborn, hot-headed, stick in the mud like me that you begged the elders to let me stay.”

“Is that right?”

You nod, grinning victoriously. He shakes his head with a laugh.

“You’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?”

He gazes at you for a moment, as if taking in your features for the first time. Then, slowly, he leans over and kisses you.

“So, now what? Are you finally going to accept those soft and tender emotions of yours and let me in?”

“Now…?” you speak softly, letting your words dance over the fluffy pillows you’re laying on. He waits for your answer, holding his breath.

“Now… you’re mine. And I…” you pause for dramatic effect. “...am yours.”

Gojo Satoru smiles wide, taking you in his arms and holding you tightly in his embrace. A place you’ve always belonged, and always will.

#jjk smut #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru #minors dni #satoru gojo x you #gojo x you

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Okay but we all know Zayne is such a husband material..

Like imagine spoiling your husband as soon as he gets home??? The thought of him looking all hot and bothered, disheveled in his work clothes and with a needy expression makes me wanna go feral..

god, with his hair messy and glasses askew, he looked absolutely divine. with slim fingers, he yanked at his tie, top buttons of his shirt undone, allowing for your eyes to trace the sharp collarbones beneath and the tease with the promise of taut muscle underneath. panting, desperate, he climbs atop of you. his eyes pleading with a hazy lust you've never seen him before.

“is this okay?” he whispers as he picks you up, gripping at your sides as he places you hastily atop the bed.

butterflies erupt at his sweetness as you gently prop yourself up on your elbows so that your lips could meet his. he kisses you messily, as if he were starved for your touch.

he sighs and lets himself grope your ass, snapping the band on your panties before promptly sliding them down. he pulls away, groaning at the sight of how soaked you are, teasing your slit before rutting into you without hesitation.

he fucks you like he's misses you, like he's afraid you're going to leave. unrestrained devotion was a wild, all consuming thing.

biting into your shoulder, sucking at your neck, he's marking you up and down. he whispers softly against your skin, sighing the sweetest sincerities into your ear as he's pistoning in and out of you, unrelenting.

"i love you, i love you, i love you," he's murmuring in between thrusts.

he whimpers as his hips finally stumble to a stop, his tip prodding at the entrance of your womb as he releases inside of you.

he collapses on top of you, not bothering to pull out as you both try to even your breaths. the physical activity had seemed to render him exhausted, pretty lashes threatening to flutter shut. you nearly swoon at how cute he is, ruffling his damp hair as you cuddle close.

if this is what spoiling him was like, you wouldn't mind indulging into his every desire.

a/n: this ended up a lot sweeter than i intended it to be, no regrets though !

#EJSUDSY HUFJESUS FUCK #dr zayne my beloved

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Skin to skin with rafayel is not a want it’s a need ☹️☹️ I just wanna crawl under his stupid shirt and be close to him 😔

"what," rafayel says, pausing in between words for emphasis, "are you doing,"

you're scooting in, pressing your bare torso up against his own undressed body, gently brushing a strand of hair out of his eye as you do so.

"getting closer to you? duh?" you respond, looking up at him through your lashes with a glint of amusement.

"someone's eager for round three, huh?" he remarks sarcastically, sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"okay now, i'm not that needy," you retort gently, "i just want to cuddle, dumbass."

you almost feel yourself swoon at his reaction as his ears and cheeks almost immediately flush red. despite having done unspeakable things to you, the fact that he's still flustered at your simple request for gentle intimacy has you giddy.

"awh, is someone shy?" you tease, pinching his cheeks out of the need to satisfy your cuteness aggression.

"you need to shut up before i make you sleep on the couch, seriously," he's mumbling with no real malice, trying to unsuccessfully divert his gaze from your eyes as you drink in the sight of his bashfulness.

"you're no fun," you pout, nuzzling your head in his neck as you inhale his scent, the heat of his body radiating into yours.

"funny you say that 'cause, that's the whole reason you stick around," he laughs, the vibration tickling at your skin.

you feel yourself suppressing your own smile as you bury your face against his skin. the warmth flooding your body was so achingly familiar that you knew without a doubt that this is where you were meant to be, right by his side.

#RAFAYEL MY BELOVED #i could cry

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"are you still satisfied, miss?" xavier PLEASE

#this game is ruining my life #love and deepspace #lnd xavier #how can he say this and expect me to not simp 😭😭😭 #theyre all so babygirlcoded

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cw: nsfw!! soft and gentle dom!xavier, gender neutral reader, praise, edging, forced orgasms, talking you through an orgasm, voice kink

soft dom xavier, who talks you through your orgasms by showering you with praise. "you're beautiful", "your voice is lovely", "i love how soft your body feels", "you're so sensitive to my touch".

soft dom xavier, who loves edging you because he knows it will make you cum even harder, and he wants to be the one to bring you there. he takes his time riling you up, making sure to keep his touch soft and light. he shushes you when you beg for release, kisses the tears off your cheeks when you cry from frustration, and gives you gentle reassurance when you need it most. "you're almost there", "just endure it for a little longer", "i promise you'll be rewarded soon".

soft dom xavier, who smirks when he finally coaxes an orgasm out of you and sees your body erupt in pleasure. he admires the pretty little sounds spilling from your lips, the sight of your back arching as your hips thrust upwards, the way your body shivers at his every touch. "there you go", he says. "i knew you could do it for me."

soft dom xavier, who finds himself addicted to your pleasure and can't help but crave more. his lips curl upwards as you whimper softly while his hands, lips, and tongue caress you in all the right ways. he doesn't stop stimulating you, even when your voice grows hoarse and your tears run dry.

soft dom xavier, who gives you orgasm after orgasm until your vision is filled with stars and your body feels like it's floating in air. after a while, you lose count of how many times you've cum.

soft dom xavier, who wraps you up in his arms when you've had enough and reminds you how special you are to him while snuggling you close. he makes sure you get plenty of kisses and cuddles. you deserve it.

soft dom xavier, who will do anything to make you feel good.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace smut #minors dni #lnd xavier #xavier x reader #xavier x you

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stroke game.

cw: nsfw!! penetration (penis in vagina), premature ejaculation, raw dogging/unprotected sex, creampies, zayne and xavier on top/rafayel on bottom

zayne takes his time with you. after waiting this long, he wants to savor what it feels like to be inside you. his strokes are slow and deep, and when he's all the way in, he grabs your hips to pull you even closer, drinking up the sweet sounds of your fluttered moans. he grunts softly, purposefully smothering his own noises so he can hear you more clearly. your pleasure is his first priority, and he wants confirmation that he's doing this right. it takes a while for him to finish, and that's on purpose; he needs to ensure you cum first. it's the gentlemanly thing to do. and when he finally does, even his cum takes its time pumping into you. you can feel the little throbs and pulses as he empties himself in you, even as he pulls out. then he kisses you on the cheek, and reminds you of how beautiful you are before laying down beside you.

xavier can't help himself. as soon as he feels your tight walls clench around his dick, his hands are grasping your hips, keeping them in place while he makes quick, rapid thrusts. he's going so fast it's making you see stars; visions of galaxies explode in your vision as he goes deeper, faster, wilder. his soft moans harmonize with your cries of pleasure. sweat drips from his forehead onto yours. his skin is flushed and damp. his beautiful blue eyes are full of pleasure and gazing down at you with such tenderness it almost makes you cry. he gets louder the longer it goes on, keeping up the steady rhythm until he hears you reach your climax. with one last push, you cum together, grasping hair and skin and whatever else you can grab onto. the timing was just right. he leans down to kiss you and lingers on your lips for a while before collapsing down next to you, snuggling up close as he catches his breath.

rafayel tries to keep himself together when you climb on top and guide his stiff cock into your hole, but the moment he's inside, he erupts in pleasure. fluttered, airy moans fall from his lips as you're filled with warmth. as his cum leaks out of your hole, he whispers frantic little "sorry"s in between airy sighs. the sight of his reddened cheeks and damp skin is so cute you can't bear to be upset with him. you kiss him on the forehead and drift down his face until your lips graze his sensitive neck. and when he's finally caught his breath, you let your words dance around his ear: "just because you finished doesn't mean i'm finished with you."

#love and deepspace #love & deepspace #minors dni #love and deepspace smut #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x you #xavier x you #zayne x you #lnd zayne #lnd rafayel #lnd xavier

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#me when vegeta gojo hiei and skuna probably lolol