#a tiny bit addicted | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ferromagnetiic · 6 months

Note

So it was true? Kid was one of these that tried to avoid check ups? It gives Mr 3 a morbid curiosity, since their first ever meeting, waaaaay back then at the cross guild exchange post—Fear didn’t seem a word on Kid’s vocabulary. His assistant was the same, hated doctors and everything. He knocked on the door. “Mr Eustass.” He raises a hand immediately after. “Ob—Obviously you know what I’m going to ask, riiiight? Don’t worry, ga ne. I’m pretty pretty preeeetty aware that there’s nothing I can say or do to bring you there. I mean….” He shrugs, even if he developed a bit more of mass in the last months, it would still take a thousand of years and a thousand of protein milkshakes to be able to compete with someone like Eustass. “I’m just.. a little curious. There's any reason to it? Doctors surely, due all their knowledge maybe only look in stats and such things. right?” Galdino picks up a newspaper, patting Kid’s shoulder respectfully since he knows that his captain don't like to be touched.

“Mr Eustass, are you feeling bullied or something by the medical staff? Surely I would avoid them as well if they keep nagging me about stuff, ga ne.” // are they being mean with captain? :( come on dont these woman have hearts?

【 ⚙ 】 | 【 continued. 】 @waxgentleman @medicus-felini

Now they have Candlewick running errands for them too? The doctors on this ship were becoming far too persistent. He never had this problem while House was in charge. Routine check ups never used to be a headache he had to deal with on a reoccurring basis.

Even if Galdino was approaching him cautiously and mindfully, Kid wasn't willing to lower his guard. He couldn't trust him; not when he had a thinly veiled agenda. That was his plan; to betray him by making him think he was on his side, and then bribing him into the medical office. Acting like they were on good terms, then deceiving him. Kid wasn't going to fall for his manipulation, the wily bastard.

❝ Bullied? ❞

He repeats the word with a scoff, as if it tastes foul on his tongue.

❝ Ya think I'd let anyone bully me? Let alone my own crew? ❞

Shaking his head, he turns his attention back to his work desk, resuming his previous task of twisting several copper wires together with a pair of pliers. The assignment at hand wasn't particularly urgent, but it was something to occupy himself with, and therefore a good excuse to not return to Linn's office.

❝ Stupid thing to ask. Nobody bullies me. Ya ain't wrong about the naggin', though.❞

Though he's speaking gruffly, he's not angry; not at Galdino, not at Quincy, not at Linn. Not at any of them. Linn was only trying to perform her duties as a doctor, and Galdino was only intending to aid her. They both have the best intentions, and yet he's been fighting them all the way through this. He knows they mean well. He knows this is for his own sake; yet, he still doesn't want to be made to do it. The whole procedure was inconvenient, and boring, and irritating to sit through, and even after the results came in, it never seemed to end. Being told there was some part of his lifestyle he needed to modify, some aspect of his life he needed to change... He hated being told what to do. It felt invasive, regardless of it being done out of care.

Nothing was more frustrating than being denied a life of doing whatever he pleased to his body without repercussions, or the insertion of another's unwelcomed opinion. The luxury of not experiencing permanent discomfort had been earned through years of wanting, wanting, wanting, and yet being unable to have. If he wanted a damn drink, he would have one. If he wanted to take a pill or shove something up his nose, he would do that too. If he wanted to keep getting into reckless fights, then he would keep getting into reckless fights, even if that meant consequentially sustaining physical damage. He could take it; he could always take it. He didn't want to hear about longevity when the present was directly before him.

❝ There ain't a reason behind it — I just know what she's gonna say. Exact same shit as last time. Nothin's changed since then. Ya can tell her I'm fine. I just don't feel like hearin' her pesterin' me about cuttin' back on the booze. ❞

#waxgentleman #medicus-felini #medicus felini #tw drugs #tw drug mention #tw alcohol #tw alcohol abuse #tw addiction #tw alcohol mention #【 ⚙ ˊˎ | RECKLESS TONGUE | ic. 】#【 ⚙ ˊˎ | GET OUT OF MY WAY | ask. 】#// ....live fast die young bad girls do it well....#// oops this got like a tiny bit serious idk????#// just a little bit it was supposed to be a funny haha thread #// tl;dr he just doesn't like hearing the word no.

4 notes · View notes

pocket-prosecutor · 1 year

Text

I think he gets comfortable after shrinking every night for a couple of years. You know? Sitting on his father's desk helping out with cases, getting head pats.

#g/t #aa g/t #aa gt #wereshifter miles au #art tag #gt #giant tiny #giant/tiny #size difference #sighs. the warm grey markers for gregory's suit ran dry and i was so insistent on finishing it that i jammed #pure ethanol into them. which helped a bit but after multiple layers the paper started getting saturated #so. not as neatly coloured as i wanted it to be #whatever it's like. texture you know?#either way this was really fun to make #i didnt think i would get this far tbh #filling a whole page like this and adding hands covering so much of the it #gregory is going :) to Miles of course because he care him #drawing on paper is definitely harder in terms of scaling. cant drag stuff around and spread it over multiple layers #but once i have something decent going i cant get enough of sketching and all. addictive fr

40 notes · View notes

leviathiane · 1 year

Text

SHINY ALPHA PETILIL FUCK YEAHHHH

#depths' talks #the ONE alpha shiny i was really gunning for in PLA and yet never got #depths plays #ihad shinyn alphas of my WHOLE team. except my liligant #she was so little and orange and i loved her but goddamn i wanted a full shinny alpha team #this is a different file from ym main so DAMMIT I STILL CANT #but it IS my FIRST shiny on this file kasdjnkbhjsuhkadsbjvgdjshabk #MY FIRST SHINY... AND ITS AN ALPHA OF ONE OF MY FAVES LMFAOOOO #i had already frozen bc i was like YES an alpha already?!?! fuck yeah #and then froze a SECOND time bc i got a tiny bit closer and SHINY JINGLE #nearly fucking convulsed #this is the sole reason i picked up pla again shiny hunting is SO addicting

14 notes · View notes

tillman · 9 months

Text

Actually despite my dislike of a lot of the choices of the longer fic the fact rhey randomly fucking namedrop JUDGMENT at the end always sends me into a fit. Random ass 90 thousand words of the most miserable men flitting around the fact they both want to trust the other and ultimately cant bring themselves to admit it with what the other represents from their past and also a building explodes and they bring up raymond. Why. They did that to blow up my brain.

#theres a lot of really tiny calls to other games it genuinely gets me good #txt #but there r bits I simply do not like.#I think chipps addiction is handled like shit. I think theres the ever present old era fanfic issue of gratitous useless violence just for #the sake of shock #(the bit with eddie is like. genuinely awful. it just sucks. I had to skim that it was so upsetting)#etc etc. but man. it has this charm I can not deny.

6 notes · View notes

rosicheeks · 1 year

Note

When does Princess Rosi get to crawl into bed?? I need updates

No nap today 😔

#it’s a sad sad day #but it’s fine #knowing me if I took a nap I would have slept the rest of the day #I got bombarded by my mom when I got home #and I’ve been helping her clean ever since #at least I was able to run out and smoke a quick bowl earlier #but I’m definitely crashing #I’ll probably go to bed super early tonight haha #(I mean I say that now and watch I’m still awake at like 4 am)#but I think I’m about done cleaning for today #I’m going to take a shower #and then I’m going to go over to a friends house and watch some stranger things 😌#I’m kindaaaaaaa addicted #a lil mad I didn’t just watch by myself cause I wanna binge this shoooowwwww #but I can’t cause I’m watching it with my friend #n g l #the floor looks so comfy right now #……… what if I just laid down on the floor for like a lil bit??#ya know just a tiny lil teensy weensy bit #lol I would if i wasn’t so scared of bugs cause I’m sure I would find some bugs down there and no no noooope not in the moooood #just so you know guys #THIS is the asks I love getting #‘I need updates’ kdnxksndkcnks EXCUSE ME THIS IS SO CUTE #you’re so invested in lil ol me 🥺🥺🥺🥺#I’m so boring I promise but getting asks like these makes me feel important 😂#ok running out of room but you’re adorable and I’m giving you a huge smooch on your check (and maybe your lips if you’d let me 🥺)#😘😘😘😘#ask #anon

5 notes · View notes

moonlight-prose · 1 year

Note

😳I have lots of thots about rooster & steven grant for ur sleepover post 🫡

SO HERE THEY ARE MY LOVE

I have no doubt in my mind that if you said in literally mere passing that you’ve had shitty partners who could never please you, bradley would be on the floor begging to give you every ounce of pleasure you could imagine. this man would REFUSE to let his brain wrap around the fact that no one has treated you like royalty and he’ll be absolutely damned if he doesn’t give u that experience

AND CAN I JUST?? I want steven grant to be so aggressive with me like ik he’s our soft mans <3 but I just know there’s something in him that wants to do the full nines of orgasm denial, tying hands together, and stuffing you with a GAG PLS

OKAY OKAY SO AS YOU KNOW, the rooster headcannon you sent had me screaming in your dms so it's becoming a full fic. because i am unable to be stopped. You already know my thoughts on that + will know even MORE when i continue to scream in your dms about this fine ass man.

As for Steven.......*sighs dreamily*. Listennnnnn all I'm saying is that when you two finally become comfortable together and the doubts of you two breaking up finally vanish with time. And if you just happen to mention to him that you want him to destroy you (respectfully/completely absolutely not respectfully). I can see him 100% being down to try it.

He'd want to bring you pleasure, to make you happy. There's something about Steven being an absolute sweetheart during the day, but when he's fucking you he becomes just a bit rougher. Just a little more in tune with how you want him to take you apart in more ways than just soft tenderness.

#witch aunt responds #vic darling🌸#moon knight blurb #i can see him letting go once he's fully comfortable w/ you #i also see him being a tiny bit more exploratory than marc #he wants to learn more (he's that kind of person) and figuring out ways to get you off???#oh he'd be addicted to learning about that #the bradley thots are sitting in my drafts #i'll send it to you when i'm fully done babes #sitting under the stars weekend✨

3 notes · View notes

yoshifawful64 · 2 years

Text

…okay is it just me or is the new path of champions like, WAY easier?

#like even the old bits that used to be hard (eg. karma) feel much easier now and your deck/powers feel way stronger #like i feel like they tried to make it more ‘fair’ but that just flies in the face of what makes roguelikes so fun and addicting #they’re SUPPOSED to be kinda unfair and difficult (especially at the start) bc that forces you to improve and grow stronger #plus that makes every little tiny bit of progress feel so incredibly rewarding. if a roguelike’s easy throughout then where’s the draw?#(sorry i’m still going on about this update but like. i really really loved that runeterra had two great non-constructed formats #that were both fun and fulfilling —even if i still greatly preferred expeditions over path — but now i feel like i’ve been robbed of both)#runeterra #path of champions

2 notes · View notes

rowarn · 8 months

Text

hi im rowan and im here to talk to u about

soft-hearted, concerned!simon with a size kink.

afab!reader, no prns, size kink, cunnilingus, fingering, possessive!simon for flavor <3 MDNI

on one hand, he's obsessed with the size difference. like OBSESSED. the second he set his eyes on u he was enamored. u were so sweet and seemed so, so fragile next to the battle hardened soldier. you had ur first date, ur second, third and so on.

all he could think about was spreading u open beneath him on his bed, his sheets soaked in your arousal, his pillow clenched in your firsts as you trembled underneath his touch.

he rubbed himself raw imagining pinning you down and squeezing is fat, heavy cock into the tiny, tight clutch of your pretty cunt. he nearly drooled all over himself when he was daydreaming about it in the middle of the day.

he always knew he had a bit of a thing for size differences between him and his partner but with you...it was out of control.

but on the other hand...he was so worried about hurting you. it would be such a big stretch to fit all of him — would you even be able to fit every inch? he doubted it. at least not without some tears and winces and that was not part of his fantasy.

if you were gonna cry it was going to be from how hard he made you cum. not bc his too big cock hurt you ):

so when he finally had you naked and at his mercy, he was at a crossroads; indulge his fantasy and fuck you open or let the overly concerned, protective side of himself win?

unfortunately for you, the concern won.

it took so long for him to finally give you his cock. for weeks he stuck to eating you out, fingering you, letting you give him handjobs — never blowing him!! u might choke ): poor thing.

he was working you open methodically as the days went by. stuffing you full of his tongue, one finger, two, and finally three. you'd tremble, gush, and cry as he made you cum over and over day after day to make you nice and malleable for when he finally would sink into you.

you were nearly in tears when you approached him one evening, dressed in one of his old army t-shirts that you had pulled out of the abyss of his closet.

you so sweetly requested that he finally fuck you, that you were tired of only getting his mouth and fingers. you wanted all of him.

simon got hard so fast he was worried about the blood rushing south too fast.

that was all he needed before you were trapped underneath his behemoth form. and before you knew it, you were creaming around his cock right at the base the second he sunk into you.

the obsession he had immediately grew into an addiction <3

#maybe......i'll properly write it.......#simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #ghost smut #cod smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader

10K notes · View notes

thexsilentxwordsmith · 3 months

Text

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Cockwarming Simon as you two make out in his office.

From the request here

“I need it in ya, baby,” Simon gasps in between the breaks in your lips connection. “Just for a bit. Ya know ya fuckin’ want me in ya too.”

The tiny office is silent save for the deep groans and sharp breaths as Simon holds you close, you perched comfortably on his beefy thighs while he sits at his desk so that he can steal kiss after heated kiss, relishing in the feeling of your soft lips against his own. Rough hands run up the length of your back, following your spine over your shirt until they reach the back of your head where he uses them to draw your face in tighter until your mouth stings from the pressure.

Sitting in the middle of his lap you can feel his cock poking against the cheek of your ass, pulsing and throbbing as it strains against the fabric of his pants. It’s no surprise what he needs; it’s the same thing he wants every time he calls you into his office for a “meeting” during your lunch break, which is becoming more and more frequent these days.

You are a very addictive problem, one that he is constantly losing himself in and making every excuse in the book to spend as much time wrapped up in that he can. A pretty thing like you, how is he supposed to keep his hands off? If that means setting up a quick make out session to get through the day, then he’s gonna make it happen one way or another.

“Have training in a bit,” you mutter as you break from his mouth just for a split second. “Don’t want to be late.”

He’s right back on you before the last beat of your reply can hit, not wanting to be parted from you for longer than needed. It takes a minute before he tries to reason with you again. “Not gonna be late,” he reassures. “But how the hell am I supposed to stay outta ya, hmm? Not when ya feel so fuckin’ good. Just want ya to warm me for a bit and then I’ll make sure you’re outta here with plenty ‘a fuckin’ time.”

His hand rubs along one of your thighs as the other is still tangled in the strands of your hair, not wanting to give you the chance to get away from the barrage of his lips. Fuck, it’s getting harder to think straight the longer his mouth captures yours in that tangled dance that he seems to be an expert in. You lean into his embraces a bit more and Simon is sure he has you right where he wants you now.

There is not a chance in hell you are going to deny him. “You better make it up to me later,” you say breathlessly and you can feel his lips upturn into a smile against your own.

The grip on your hair tightens as he gives it a sharp tug. “Take off your fuckin’ pants.”

That gravely, heavily accented tone sends a full shiver down your spine. No one can make a demand like that sound so fucking good, especially now that he’s made you delirious off his kisses alone.

The officers building is full of people today so privacy is near non-existent and though you know this is probably a terrible idea, you can’t be stopped. Helping you off his lap Simon sets you on your feet to the side of the desk, giving you the space to do what you need to do. He watches with hungry eyes as you undo the button keeping your bottoms secure; goddamn you are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?

Adjusting himself, he sits back more in his chair. “Slower,” he demands firmly.

Instantly your movements become measured as you take your time undressing while you keep those beautiful eyes directly on him. He doesn’t break eye contact at all; instead his hand slips down over his abdomen to the crotch of his own pants where he tugs at the fabric tenting there before massaging the spot as he watches your little striptease. Those unflattering uniforms keep all those voluptuous curves hidden from his view and so any chance he gets to see you out of them is a treat indeed.

You drag the zipper down painfully slow, making sure to give him all the tantalizing he wants. As the front now hangs open, you slide your hands back to your hips where you slip your fingers into the waistband and begin to push them down until the top seam of the panties clinging around your hips are exposed.

Eyes unblinking, breathing stayed, Simon is caught in the moment, his hand pulling up the hem of his shirt just over his navel so that he can fiddle with his belt buckle until he can pry the damned thing loose. He grunts as he has to roll his hips back so that he can slip his hand between the bulk of stocky muscle on his lower abdomen and the seam of his pants to get it off. The metallic clink rings out and he quickly undoes the rest, plunging his hand inside to pull out his cock so that he can palm it and give it a proper stroke as you continue on.

Instantly you freeze as your eye catches that trail of sparse hair traveling down the line of his stomach below his belly button towards his member and your mouth begins to salivate and a hard, throbbing pulse between your thighs makes your legs feel like liquid. God, you are so down bad for your superior that it is bordering on pathetic the way that even that small patch of hair has you chomping at the bit.

Simon clears his throat as he catches your sight lingering and as you meet the glint in his eyes and the smirk on his kiss-raw lips, you refocus on the task at hand. These pants still have to go and time is of the essence. You continue on, pushing the fabric down over the curve of your ass to your thighs and then your ankles in the same slow fashion, only this time more unsteady as your heartbeat pounds. They hit the ground and those damned pants are finally off; there you stand before him in nothing but your panties.

“Off,” he hisses as his head nods down to the last article of clothing keeping you from being filled by him.

There’s heat bubbling in your cheeks now, making them flush, and though you are almost rendered dumb just from the tension alone there’s still a little fire in you yet. “What’s the magic word?” you ask with a good bit of sass.

A chuckle escapes his mouth as his hand strokes harder around his dick; he does love a bit of cocky pushback, but make no mistake that that will be remembered for later. His mouth yearns to devour your lips again and he doesn’t want to wait any more than he already has, so he lets it be…for now. Leaning forward in his seat he reaches out and his large hand wraps around your wrist to pull you back to him.

“Keep ‘em on all ya fuckin’ want sweetheart, don’t need ya to take ‘em off for what I wanna do,” he groans as he grabs onto your hips and forces you to move yourself back on top of him straddling over his lap.

Fair enough.

You can feel his warm fingers twitching with anticipation as they move in between your thighs and up against your clothed sex before his digits hook themselves into the crotch of your panties and wrench them to one side roughly. The seam digs into that soft area at your upper inner thigh as you loosely wrap your arms around his neck while a hand on your hip aligns your body at the perfect spot over top of him.

Holding the base of his cock, Simon pushes down on your hip and you don’t fight it. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl, now let’s get this in,” he praises as the tip pokes through your petals and against your entrance. A harder press on your body and his cock shoves its way inside, stretching you wide as it slips in and you whine inside your closed mouth as you struggle to take him in so quickly.

“F-fuck,” he exclaims, his body shuddering as you come all the way down until you are once again sitting on his lap only this time with all of him thrust deep inside you. “Isn’t this better? Goddammit, this is where ya fuckin’ belong princess.”

His forehead comes to rest on your own, staggered breath being siphoned between the pair of your lips before he leans up into you and crushes your mouths back together in sloppy kisses that leave you with a yearning that situates itself deep in your core. Your mouth is like candy, sweet and addictive, and each brush of your lips against his own only makes him vibrate with a need for more. Long fingers find their way back to tangle in your hair to grip it hard as he smashes his face in until your features are molded together.

Those soft, supple lips are his to ruin and he will, by fuck he will. With each fiery embrace he lays his claim upon your mouth as if he wishes to bind your faces together so he never has to do without their euphoria. Without warning his strong, thick tongue parts your lips with ease and plunges fully inside your mouth to dance and twist with your own, filling the orifice to capacity as he shoves it down the back of your throat.

You can barely intake air with your mouth full of his tongue, but it doesn’t matter. Suffocation feels like a dream when you are stuffed so overwhelmingly from above and below. Your pussy holds him tight, tight enough that the throbbing from the blood rushing to engorge his cock feels like he’s being stroked without any movement. Each throb has a visceral reaction and you can feel the wetness gathering by the second with every beat.

The dizzying intensity of his kisses and the pulsating of his cock are too much and leave you clenching your thighs, squeezing him in the process as you cannot help rocking your hips, but that is dangerous territory. Simon is already teetering close to the razor’s edge.

“Don’tcha fuckin’ move,” he says with a sharp hiss of breath, wrangling your hips down square against his pelvis with a heavy grip so that you cannot shift them at all. “We don’t have time to do this proper, just need to feel ya to get through this fuckin’ day and then I’ll do it right later.”

There is desperation on his lips something vicious and it can be felt in the way his embraces become more aggressive; through the haze fogging your brain you instinctively know he is holding on by a thread. Doing as he says, you do your best to keep yourself still to allow his cock to soak in you just as he wants.

Your arms around his neck tighten as you grip on to sanity and his hands travel back up your body to cradle your face between them. There’s nothing outside of the taste of your lips, the burn from the pressure of your mouths together, the throbbing from inside your tight pussy as it coats his cock in your nectar. It all becomes an insatiable blur as his mind numbs and he forgets everything else outside of the ecstasy of you.

The longer he’s buried in you the more your walls swell to squeeze him tighter and he does not realize what is happening. Simon forgets that he is getting too worked up, succumbing to all that pleasure that he cannot stop his body from its more primal instincts. With each passing minute the tension from the coil knotting in his abdomen is drawing closer together, threatening to snap at any second and send him coming and coming hard.

Eyes closed, mind gone, body so warm it feels like he is on fire, the feeling of your body driving him insane, it is all too much. That coil has tightened all it can and he finally becomes aware of it just as you accidentally rock your hips ever so slightly, but it is enough that there is nothing else he can do other than accept what is about to happen.

“Fuck,” he groans against your parted lips as he realizes that he has miscalculated just how much he can take. “Ugh…fuck, baby.”

It’s too late, this cannot be stopped and at the last second he reacts. With a sharp, loud grunt he picks your hips up and rocks his own back to pull out of you just as he pops off. The sticky, warm emission spurts out of him with force and up onto his exposed belly, catching the bottom half of his t-shirt in its intensity. His lips lock to yours in an effort to keep the noise from those deep, guttural whimpers down as he rolls his hips, milking every last out of the aching tip that he can as you grind against it.

A couple of minutes pass before his pace finally slows and comes to a stop with nothing left to give as that swift flow of exhaustion floods his body. Those bruised lips unlatch from your own as he falls against the back of the chair to sit limp as he works to regulate his breathing. Being so worked up is something he is still getting used to, losing himself like that is not a problem he had before you came along. But no one has ever made him feel as if he’d been struck by a live wire before: all excitement whenever you are around.

Just one of the hazards of being with such a vixen.

There is still a pulsing in you that causes your body to continue to ache, but as your wandering eyes land on the watch around Simon’s wrist you see that there are only a few minutes left before you need to be in training and you still have to make it across base. Carefully, you get up off of him and make your way to your pants, redressing fast as those brown eyes cling to your every move.

“See what ya fuckin’ do to me, sweetheart? I’m a goddamn mess for ya,” he sighs as he watches you fix your soaked panties back into place before pulling your pants back on, sad to see such a gorgeous sight be concealed once more.

“Seems like we have that in common,” you smile as you finish up and lean back into him, using his thighs as support as you give him one last, lingering kiss. You’re already gonna be late, might as well make it worth it.

Simon wants you to stay, to have you for the rest of the afternoon, but he knows that duty calls and if he doesn’t tell you to go then it’s only going to get harder to leave. “Best get outta here ‘fore I change my mind and do somethin’ stupid to get us both in fuckin’ trouble,” he says with a nod of his head. “We’ll finish this up later, I swear.”

You lean in one more time for a short peck before turning tail and quickly making your way out of the office. Simon’s gaze lingers on your form until you exit and shut the door behind you, leaving him alone to deal with the mess he’s made of himself while his raw lips are already craving yours again.

“She is a problem,” he chuckles to himself, “a very big fuckin’ problem.”

Tag list: @llelannie

4K notes · View notes

secretceremonials · 11 months

Text

I’ve decided that for each exam I do, I will buy myself a gift.

Gift 1 is a gown (im going to a ball next month, it’s self indulgent, but I’ll be happy)

Gift 2 im thinking Emily Wilson’s odyssey? I heard it’s good and feminist

Gifts 3 and 4 are undecided, so recommend anything under £20 you think I would like? Obviously books and ancient texts (translated- please tell me good English ones- I don’t actually own any epics, I’ve read library and online versions, ik it’s bad but I’m on a budget- I have read the illiad, odyssey, and Aeneid so I’m not just bluffing all of my content, i just haven’t bought them) are always good ideas. If I can’t decide I’ll go to Waterstones and get a cake from the cafe and a book- or possibly a crepe, maccies, or snacks from m&s :)

#honestly a tiny bit of me wants to buy some cigs but that’s obviously not a good idea #I don’t yet have a nic addiction and I only smoke when it’s offered #so other recommendations would be wonderful #I could go used book hunting the day after my exams finished as well- they always have lots of ancient stuff

1 note · View note

sttoru · 4 months

Text

your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. suggestive, mild (to somewhat) nsfw, fluff. lots of kissing. lots and lots of kissing and loving. he fondles and gropes you everywhere basically. clingy satoru. tiny bit size difference (yes ok im a slut, what about it). body worship kinda. readers gets called ‘sweet / pretty girl, baby, princess’. beta read? what’s that.

you fell for it again; satoru told you it was only going to be a quick peck on the lips. ‘i promise, baby, c'moooon’ — you recall him begging in that whiny voice of his. that's all what was needed to make you putty in his hands.

“fine, but only one kiss, okay?” you gave in and walked over to satoru, climbed onto your shared bed and leaned in for a swift kiss—only for his strong arms to cage you in and never let go. it had been ten minutes since; the apartment was silent, except for the lewd sounds of your shared kisses and heavy breaths.

satoru’s soft hands are wandering everywhere. from cupping your cheeks to rubbing your sides and gripping your ass. the clock was ticking loudly, but the sound of it was drowned out by your moans. and satoru’s low, needy whimpers.

the appointment you were getting ready for had long slipped your mind.

“mh, you’re such a good kisser, baby,” the white-haired man sighs. he absolutely loves the way you follow the movements of his glossy lips—your head tilting to the side and back—automatically accomodating to satoru’s motions. he was kissing you with an urgent need. one you had never known or witnessed before, “more, ngh, need more of you, please.”

satoru was not letting up. you couldn’t blame him; it was easy to get lost in this warm and cherished moment of peace. his sweet kisses switched intensity—going from innocent kisses to sloppy ones, resulting in your chin dripping with a mixture of saliva.

you whine and straddle satoru’s lap which earns you a happy hum from your lover. that was his plan all along: to completely distract you from the fact that you had to leave the house. that you had to leave his side. others would call it annoyingly clingy, but satoru absolutely needs your lips on his.

he is sure that he would go insane if he spent a whole day without kissing you. an hour is already too long, if he is honest.

satoru would love to kiss you until the end of time. until death comes knocking onto his door. the last thing he desires to feel is your plump lips and wet tongue wrapped around his. a peaceful, warm death. one with no regrets.

“mhmmm, fuck, you taste so sweet.” satoru's eyebrow furrow in delight. he is nearly overstimulated by the taste of you. the way your small body clings onto him, your hands holding onto his jaw and sliding down his chest, your sounds of pleasure that only he could ever have the honour of hearing.

it was perfect. all of you was perfect.

your parted lips make way for his tongue again. satoru slips his tongue inside your mouth. it was tender, yet demanding. your throat tightens up and a choked moan fills his ears. his cold fingers make contact with the warm skin of your midriff. they were aiming at one place; your chest.

the one satoru loves to fondle no matter when or where. the same one he loves to use as a pillow every night.

“nnh, ‘toru, need’to breathe,” you are running out of air. the short gasps you took between the heated kisses were not enough to fill your lungs. but, it was addicting. the shortness of breath the two of you experienced only served as more proof of your love.

neither of you want to pull away—to pause the make out session for even what could be a split second.

the older man below you is hesistant. he does not want to let go of you. it's like you’re asking him to break up—that’s how much it hurts him to stop kissing you.

however, he felt a bit light-headed from the lack of oxygen as well. satoru pulls away, but not without sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, lapping up the drool that dripped down the corners of your mouth.

his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with both love and lust. you stabilise yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders and satoru rubs your back to help calm you down further. a ghost of a grin tugs at his lips. he surely is enjoying your adorable, exhausted demeanour. your chest was heaving up and down—his fingers sneaking to your front and wrapping around a breast to feel its tenderness.

“pretty,” satoru sighs. he takes the chance once your lips part to take a deep breath. his tongue quickly slips in, invading your mouth and exploring every inch before separating the two of you again. he can not go a minute without kissing you. you sure are like a drug to him, “thank you, princess.”

you are surprised by the sudden tongue kiss, but brush it off with a chuckle. you know how satoru is; not able to keep away from you in heated moments like these. his large hands fondling, groping and squeezing every area of your body only proves that point.

“thank you for what?” you ask, planting a soft peck on his lips. your boyfriend responds by holding the back of your head. he leans in for another kiss like a man depraved of any affection. you shudder and hold onto him like he there is no tomorrow. he does the same back, squeezing you against his chest.

satoru slightly tilts his head back to answer your question. his breath was hot on your mouth, a faint string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips. he can not hold the urge. he can not answer. his lips are already colliding with yours once more.

over and over. until the two of you were out of breath and needed a break again.

“thank you for being with me,” satoru answers in a quiet whisper. the pad of his thumb brushes back and forth against the waistband of the shorts you are wearing. there is an urge to pull them down and reveal those pretty little panties you are wearing, but his current priority is to feel your mouth on his.

until he gets enough. which is never. never in a million years.

“thank you for everything, honestly,” satoru continues and leaves a couple wet kisses down your neck. his hands do not leave your perfect body. he’s admiring every curve - every body part that had yet to be touched, “could have never believed that i’d end up with such a pretty girl. but, here i am, with the prettiest girl in the world in my arms.”

satoru had a way with words. one that left you flustered like crazy each time. he looks at you and that’s when you know that he means every word. his eyes were shining, even when half-lidded. the admiration in them more than just visible.

he looks at your face and body like he’s witnessing the world's greatest treasure. and that you surely are.

“stop saying that.” you giggle embarrassedly. you cover your mouth to hide your smile, though satoru is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away. he keeps holding onto your arm to prevent you from hiding your face from his sight. and to stop you from hiding your lips from his, of course.

the older man clicks his tongue, scolding you jokingly for trying to hide that precious smile from him. he kisses the corners of your lips, touch lingering against your hot skin, “how am i supposed to admire my pretty girl if she keeps hiding herself, hm?”

you squirm due to satoru’s flirty words. his gentle tone of voice is making you feel those tingles in your lower abdomen. there has not been a single moment in your relationship where your lover made you feel unwanted. it’s been the complete opposite every day.

“someone’s getting a bit squirmy, aye?” your boyfriend teases. he knows that the combination of his words, looks and actions make you weak in the knees. you always react like it’s your first time kissing and that is both endearing and amusing to him.

you can’t control your bodily reactions either. the sight of satoru beneath you is simply too much. his fluffy hair that sits messily due to your fingers that tugged and played around with the strands, his black top riding up to reveal a glimpse of his defined abs and happy trail. . . the faint blush on satoru’s cheeks and the needy look in his eyes.

you surely can’t leave him alone while he looks like that.

“shut up and kiss me already.” you respond with a huff. and so, satoru does. wasting not a single second. kissing you is his job—his passion. the only thing he ever craves for.

the room once again fills with noises of pure contentment, enjoyment and pleasure. it’s just you two in that moment—no one else mattered.

as long as your lips stay attached to each other, no one actually does.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #x female reader

7K notes · View notes