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rosedom · 2 months

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Since you always serve us, let me serve you an imagination ( ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Imagine aether or scara being so bratty and pouty all day, just genuinely being a cute meanie saying how they don't want to talk to you because they're so stressed out so you start kissing them everywhere and showering them with love, giving them the softest vanilla sex they've ever had. And the best part was you weren't even rough, you treated them like the king's they fucking are but they look so fucked dumb and cock drunk like they'd just beg you not to pull out because they just want more of your love cuz who wouldn't want a someone like you 😭🫰

—🪷

"in an open match, 【 🪷 】 has invited AETHER to play . . . stressed by day, blissed by night

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!aether, snarky aether (at first), couch sex, vaginal fingering & sex, gentle & full of praise, creampie, cockwarming .

A/N : i chose aether ,, i am a simple man . . .

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

Today's been a busy day for Aether.

Commission after commission, all with no fruits to show for his reaping. And all day, he'd whined at you and shooed you away, pouting at you whenever you tried to so much as lay a soft kiss against his lips.

Really, he's been nothing short of a brat.

"I don't wanna talk to you right now."

You whine, draping yourself across your boyfriend's shoulders and nuzzling into his neck, shy of his blushing ear. The pointed tip of it jabs into your temple, but you pay it no mind as you busy yourself with the expanse of his honeyed skin. "But baby—"

Aether tilts, turns his head away from you, but it only serves to expose more skin to your light touch. He groans and reaches for your head, batting at your hair until you whine again. "'m stressed," he says, as if that's a good 'nuff answer for you.

"And I'm your—" Aether moves his hand to clamp over your mouth instead, keeping you from saying anything else.

When you lick at his palm, he grumbles at you, a disgruntled n' whiny "stopp." The sound is rather pitiful, really, but you grin nonetheless; it makes you wanna see what other lil' sounds you can draw out of his pretty throat.

"But baby," you drawl, repeat it, dragging your tongue across the freckles on his neck and pausing to suckle at the bob of his Adam's apple. "I missed you." You try to frown, right into the hollow of his throat, make him feel your hankering.

At his responding whimper—a sound you feel wash over your ear, a vibration that reverberates through your lips and down to your toes—, you can't help but go back to grinning, instead.

Hook, line, and sinker, all without even getting his knickers down to his knees !

So, "Baby," you say.

He tries to hum, at that; but his soft, sounding sound is more akin to another breathless whimper, one masquerading as a meak "hm."

"You're tired."

"No shit." Well. He's got his voice back enough to snide, to yip and yap at your gentle teases; but, really, he's loosening in your arms and under your wandering lips. His attitude is a only a weak façade, the physical accumulation of the day's—the week's, the month's, the year's, the fucking life's—stresses.

With a last, suckling kiss to a prominent freckle—more of a beauty mark, to be honest, pigmented and stark amidst otherwise subtle freckles, lots of sunspots—atop his clavicle, one you found by tugging his scarf down, you lean back on up and bump your nose against his.

Gently, you shush him; then you press your lips against his, soft and slow and sweet, letting him melt into you. He whimpers, again, even without the introduction of tongue.

Aether is, simply put, fuckin' exhausted.

You tell him so. "You're exhausted," you say, enunciate, nipping at his bottom lip as you leave it kiss-bitten and red. This time, he doesn't snark, and you know then and there that he's submitted. "Let me take care of you tonight, honey. Please?"

He nods, and, "Okay. Okay. Please." Your name is gasped out, too, smothered in the messy kiss you give him at the first go-ahead.

"My sweet Aether," you murmur.

"Y-yeah?"

Getting his garments off is easy: scarf, done; crop top, off and tossed away; knickers and boxers, gone in one fell-swoop. He's bare in front of you quickly, the expanse of scarred, freckled and sun-spotted skin absolutely appetizing, to you.

And, in gentle reply, smoothed right to the erratic flutter of his pulse: "Let me make you feel good."

After that, moving him to the sofa is an mindless thing; you push him to sit down, get comfy, for the mere seconds it takes you to strip yourself. Clothes gone—out of sight, out of mind—you tumble on top of him, and he giggles—tired, huffing lil' things, but still giggles, nonetheless—, and you smother him in kisses, in sweet praises.

His giggles turn to gasps, his gasps into quiet moans. You're working another deep mark into his neck when he starts grinding into you, and you decide it's time to move on. "Up, up," you mutter, taking hold of his pretty hips, the fat of them filling your palms, and spin the two of you around.

Aether yelps your name, clinging onto your shoulders as his world is upended. "What—" he starts, whines, but you settle him properly onto your lap and bump your groin against his. The whisper of your cock against his makes him shiver.

Around you, his arms shake; his abs ripple when you tease your fingertips down his torso, the hair of his happy trail; and his hips try to jump away at the feeling of your fingers across his cunt. You hold him down easily enough with one arm—a feat made easy thanks to his exhaustion, sure, but mainly the utter trust he placed in you—, and ask him, softly, "What'd I say, honey?"

"H-huh?" Whimperin' like a pup, he shakes his head, crying out when your fingers gentle him open, one, two, three. The process is long, sure; but it's an art, to you—an act of love as each finger slips inside, the stretch of each one you soothe with kisses and sweet words.

You curl the three of them upwards, soaked down to your wrist, bumping your palm against his jutting cock. "What'd I say, earlier? Told you I was gonna do two things to you tonight."

Aether whines, clenching around your knuckle-deep fingers. "Y—you, ah—" You slide them out slowly, and he catches his breath, hot puffs of air against your own marked-up throat. "You said you'd take care of me."

"And?" you implore, not unkindly. He mewls, shivers, lets you lift him up enough to nudge the swollen, pre-cum slick head of your cock against his hole. "And what, darlin'?"

He moans, high and ready, scrambling for hold on your biceps when you slowly drop him, giving him inch by inch of your cock. "A-and—" he tries, at first, before he crumbles and falls forward into your neck once more at the pressure of your cock against his g-spot.

"Breathe, honey, breathe. You're doing so well, lettin' me take care of you, lettin' me—"

"Make me feel good! You—" he squirms on your cock, crying out desperately into your neck. He squeezes your upper arms like his cunt squeezes your dick: deliciously. "You said you'd—you'd make me feel good."

Lifting him up is easy; dropping him is even easier. He mewls and moans, whimpers and whines, and he gives you total control of his tired body. "That's right, Aeth," you coo, nipping at his ear and groaning at the slick slide of him on you, you in him. "I said I'd take care of you, and I'd make you feel good. You're perfect, lettin' me do these things to you, lettin' me make you feel nice, just as nice as you deserve."

You know it's a little cruel, forcing him up and down on your cock when he's already this tired; but the strain in his thighs is sweet, the gentle motions of your cock even more-so. He's boneless with pleasure, melting into your body while you maneuver him in the way that makes you both feel oh-so good.

Your orgasm, then, takes you by surprise. It's a slow n' steady build, one that washes over you in gentle waves and has you tugging Aether down onto you—a motion that makes him cry out n' harshly clench around your cock and leaves his cunt, wet n' sloppy, spasming, milking you for your cum. But it's rapturous nonetheless, and you reach down to thumb at his own cock and bring him over the edge, too.

"Good boy," you murmur, the two of you reveling in the remnants of your orgasms: you, in the wet-warmth of his cunt; and him, with the heat of your cum settling warm and deep in him.

However, when you try to move, try to pull out your softened cock, he cries, squeezes tight on you and keeps you snug in him. "Don't pull out," he whispers, and who are you to deny him?

"Alright, honey." He settles back into your lap enough for you to pull a throw over you both, tucking him up in warmth from all sides—inner and outer. You can feel his contented sigh in your own chest, his arms falling limp around your middle as he deeply breathes, dozes off.

Holding him close, feeling the rise and fall of his body against yours, you wonder whether you may have made him feel a bit too good—if such thing even exists. (You don't think it does.)

Today's been a busy day, after all; tonight an even busier night.

writing with my dick out ngl . . . i kind of took the request in another direction (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠) maybe not as cock-drunk as straight up cock-passed-the-hell-out.

1 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】#【 🪷 】#took me so much not to say “full of cm” too in the CW . . .#sub aether #aether x reader #aether smut #i love him so so much <3 #sub genshin #genshin x reader #genshin smut #ftm smut #top reader #dom reader #amab reader

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svgvru · 1 month

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okay but imagine subby dazai who loves to be called Princess …🙏🙏🙏

admin ( posted for the first time in a while ) but like, ur so right nonnie omg. he'd be so cute! imagine him being his brat like self, pulling a couple of pranks, pushing buttons he knows he's not supposed to push, the usual. he'd play fight you, knowing damn well he can't win. he's a bit too frail, too thin and small compared to you. there's no way he'd win, but he tries regardless, whimpering when you pin him to the wall.

his right side his pressed firmly to the wall, one leg is keeping him afoot while the other is in your hold. his left side his folded due to your arms caging his leg to his head between your arms. he's completely trapped and under your control, his arms and legs of no use, just like he wanted of course. imagine slowly pushing into him, sighing at the way his walls feel. "you just have to be irritating, hm?" you grit your teeth, buck up into his hole, smiling at the way his dick slumps downwards due to gravity. "i thought you wanted to be my princess? well—then again, princesses tend to be bratty," you whisper, pressing sloppy kisses to his neck, "guess the slipper fits."

dazai whines at the nickname, his cheeks are reddend with blush as he takes your cock like a champ. his hazel eyes catch the way your cock bulges beneath his belly button, and he almost cums from the sight. "come on, princess. be as bratty as you need to," you coo in his ear, "'m right here."

a chuckle leaves your lips when dazai practically yells your name, muttering "mhm"s and "yesyesyes," over and over again. he's a cutie!

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luffyvace · 3 months

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☆♪Ace x childhood best friend reader (who he has a crush on)☆♪

I’m trying to make my titles more appealing and fun to look at hopefully it’s working~!

(still not bothering with aesthetics this is something i personally wanna do)

For the record these are gender neutral so no worries

How y’all met? I’m not gonna go into specifics but you likely went into his territory

unless you met on one of his trips to the city for food n such

those three brothers are close and two didn’t trust easily back then

But once you make it in they’re circle there’s no backing down

from then on you always go to play with them and go on adventures together

they decided to keep you as a friend rather than a sibling

(back to present)~

ace honestly loves you because you accepted him, your cool, your (likely) strong whether that’s mentally or physically and most of all you’ve stuck by his side all this time

even him and luffy went they’re separate ways to become pirates

but you? You two met and have never separated since

you’ve literally kept your promise not to leave unlike no other

your always there

finally he has someone in his corner

and someone as cool as you?? How could he not fall in love 😍😍

Really he figured it out while just spacing out one day real early

like early enough to see the sunrise

he was just staring off, scouting just in case, although his mind was mostly on you

he laughed to himself thinking about memories of you two

and even more so that your still here

he noticed how nervous he now was to talk to you when you got up

he had a funny feeling in his stomach, his hands/breathing was jittery and he kept running his hand through his hair, trying to fight a smile

he was so incredibly nervous yet excited to see you!!

but why?! Today’s an ordinary day!

what is he some kind of love sick puppy?!…

lovesick?

LOVE???

WAIT WHAT THE CRAP HE NEVER CONSIDERED THAT!!

wait….no way, right?? He’s in love??

bro WHAT?! HE’S IN LOVE??

he’s..in love with (name)

wow…all this time he never even thought of that

NOW HE REALIZES HOW FLIRTY HE’S BEEN WITH YOU?!

it wasn’t even intentional!!

and now that he realizes it…….he always has the funny feeling every time he talks to you!

and his heart spikes when you call him!

bro…..wow.

*sits there in realization for the next hour*

how he acts when he has a crush:

Honestly he’s just trying to impress you and make you happy in every way

he acts chivalrous, paying for all the diners you stop at, opening doors, pulling out chairs, reminding you of things, grabbing your coat, doing you favors (ones you didn’t ask for but appreciate)

yes this is all very cliche and cheesy but you can’t go wrong with that right??

I mean…does it look like he knows how to love?! 😀

he never met either of his parents!! 😬🤦‍♀️

bro is trying his best okay?? 🤷‍♀️

he playfully shows off

he does it in a way that’s not annoying too, it doesn’t feel like he’s bragging when he does it

”hurrrr look at my big musclessss! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ”

LOLLL

he does it in a way that makes you laugh so it seems more like a joke

he gets you meaningful trinkets and stuff he remembers you like/said your wanted

when you two join the WBP

he also asks Marco and Izo for advice on how to act around you (just act normal bro)

as well as whitebeard!!

Thatch too

he rambled to literally everyone except you about you

then he has to beg and do favors for them not to tell you all the cheesy/embarrassing things he says

goodness Ace 🤦‍♀️

he goes around like a love sick puppy for a few weeks ranting about you and celebrating about becoming a man (😂💗)

but then when Marco asks when he’s gonna ask you out….

Ace FREAKS out.

like he literally forgot about that part-

IS IT TOO LATE?! DID YOU ALREADY FIND ANOTHER MAN??-

wait you two are childhood best friends you would’ve told him 🤨

oh.

okay well great!-

now……how does he confess?🧍‍♀️

seriously he doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know what to say, do or give you

OR where to do it OR when OR if he’s even good enough OR if you won’t like him..

WAIT WHAT IF HE’S NOT A GOOD ENOUGH BOYFRIEND?!

wait..WHAT IF YOU DON’T LOVE HIM BACK⁉️

He’s feels like giving up already😞

theres so many women/men in the world why would you want some lost parentless pirate who questions his existence…

now when he goes to Marco and says all that he just laughs at him and calls him emo 😊

no but in all seriousness he brings Ace back to his senses and reminds him about what if you DO love him back 😏

😮🤩🤩

he forgot all about that!- (😀)

WAIT WHAT IF YOU DO LIKE HIM BACK!!

THIS IS SO EXCITING!!

him and Marco run to find izo and have a bro meeting immediately

which happens and the three immediately start planning the confession >:3

they put they’re heads together to conjure something they know you’d like but doesn’t seem too sappy

his confession !! 🤩

the next time the ship stops at an island he takes you to a calm beach area where you relax and have some fun all day

your nakama are around but it mostly just seem like the world is just you and Ace right now

midday is when Ace strikes!

this was izo’s idea

no! it’s not because if he had to wait the next day to interact with you as his girlfriend he wouldn’t get any sleep >:(

Ace brought the topic to your childhood past together as you ate lunch and at some point you didn’t notice he transitioned to how he feels about you and how much he cares about you and that it would be everything to him if you became his girlfriend.

now it’s your turn to ‘WAIT WHAT’ :)

that was so smooth!

you didn’t even notice he was trying to confess until the end!

Wow did that surprise you!

at least your muscles were still working so that you could nod your head because you certainly didn’t know what to say!

____________「what do you say?」____________

____________Yes. No.____________ ＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿ (mini bonus): if you aspired to be a pirate, simply don’t mind or would like to support his dream, you joined the spade pirates! (Which obviously gets consumed into the whitebeard pirates, but hey your captain made the decision so you don’t mind). If your strong he’ll make you vice captain since your his first ever nakama. <3 otherwise you might be the navigator, medic or something else your good at! Likely not something that puts you in immediate danger though. He worries about the ones he loves leaving him too much for that.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LOVLIES !! 🦋🦋

I need to write about ace more but I also needs get past the impel down arc but I also don’t (spoiler) wanna watch his death but I also wanna see more of his backstory and finish one piece and- ｡.:*｡.:*💥 _:(´o`」 ∠): …… d(￣￣) - I’m good

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darlingpwease · 1 year

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AAAHHHHANDOQLWM YESS YES YES

I love ur mind omgomg–

Locking him up all for yourself,, cherishing him all the time <33

He trusts you, so he knows this is for his own good, right?? You are the only person he can be with. You are the only person who will take care of him the way he deserves. You are the only one for him. And he is the only one for you. He sees that, right??

Although kidnapping bringing him home might have caught him off guard, he will love it, right? He is where he belongs. He knows that. He must.

And when he indulges you?? AAA fuck it's so cute <333 he just can't help but feel so happy when he sees how much you adore him, even if it's in a... unique way.

He adores it so much that he can't help but only want you, so much so that he hasn't even thought about yelling his friends that he's alright (not that they're here anymore to ask, but that's okay)

The kisses exchanged definitely are more enough for him to happily stay here all for you <333

-panna cotta

SEPARATION ANXIETY

next to you I'm not myself; next to you I'm yours

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour, established relationship, mild touch starvation, kidnapping, pet names (puppy-like♡), power imbalance, fingers in mouth [once; yuuta], from lovers-but-not to lovers-but-red-flag, mild size kink / size difference, collaring [yuuta], mention of drugging [?] [yuuta]

dubious consent (dubcon), heavy petting, mild somnophilia [?], rough treatment, belly bulge + deep penetration, dirty talk + possessive talk, sex marathon / hypersexuality, unprotected sex / breeding, praise (g., r.), multiple orgasms (g., r.), bondage (tied hands, yuuta), hyperstimulation (g.), fingering (g.), cum inflation (g.), mild orgasm denial (g.)

WRITING STYLE: drabble + headcanons (2sfw + 3nsfw), ±6000 words; yuuta's genitals are ambiguous ('cum', 'juice), reader's genitals are ambiguous but implied as a 'dick' ('cum')

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, top!reader, yandere!reader

NOTE: more a random set of thoughts than something conscious, but you know... you know... also thank you for responding,,,,, mwah♡

Yuuta was small and gentle; anxious, timid, but very caring and affectionate, nervous even if you caught a common cold (anxiously asking if you are dying and what he can do for you), clinging to your hand when you watch a horror movie (under Maki's snide laugh when Toge tries to do the same, together with Yuuta, fearfully hiding with the help of you), — but always finding words and actions to calm and caress, as if you were stroking a cute fluffy puppy that brought your favorite thing and now trying to curl up on your lap to remind that you're loved.

Perhaps, for a bigger entourage, he lacked only a T-shirt with your name circled in a heart, and a glowstick — like those that are waved at idols' concerts to the beat of songs. Even if you could not call yourself an idol or any celebrity, Yuuta made you feel that way from the moment when you've met; he looked with doe eyes, having previously managed to make a mistake wherever he could and only hoping that you came with good intentions — and look absolutely smitten when you only offered help and some food, seeing that he couldn't even enjoy his snack, lying somewhere on the ground.

... Maybe you were too involved with him, especially when even Maki points this out, teasing almost reproaching for how involved you have become with your new, hm, friend, constantly dragging everywhere with you — and not that it was a problem that he became a new member, but that you would rather refuse to meet with them than allow Yuuta to be more than a few hours without you, as if afraid that he might disappear if you stay without him for a while.

But regardless of what they thought, you just couldn't stop being maybe a little too involved with him, even if he no longer needed such aggressive patronage — it's not that you asked him and it's not that Yuuta was against spending almost every free time with you, making you feel more and more fascinated by those little things like how he was doing volunteering, wrapped himself in a blanket almost to nose, was constantly freezing, liked to cuddle and often hid a cold nose in your neck, falling asleep as soon as you hugged him, although on normal days he could write to you at four o'clock in the morning because he could not sleep.

(It's not that Yuuta cares about himself more than necessary at all, preferring takeaway food, energetics and not sleeping until everything is done, always looking as if a little more and circles under his eyes will become bags.)

You start 'dating' closer to winter, when "random kisses", hugs all night, timid contact of fingers and pathetic in its obvious flirting starting to annoy both of you (in addition to others), while the courtship was no longer so satisfying, even if things, which he still brought to you like some kind of gifts to the deity, only got better and better. Besides, not only the gifts became more beautiful: it was pointless to deny that Yuuta was only getting prettier and prettier every day, attracting more attention, like a fragile decorative rose blooming, only thornless — and therefore even more vulnerable to anyone who tries to pick and take with them. And the feeling of him, becoming too mesmerizing, only made you more nervous, even in spite of his appearance, saying that he would follow you anywhere and you just had to whistle for him to come running.

You, however, can't take such a risk, seeing other people's views, even if there is "no reason to worry he's absolutely stunned & would stick to ur hip if could" — and you want to tell Toge that it's a little more difficult, reading words from the phone screen in his hands, but you can't bring yourself to say it out loud, because even if Toge sometimes behaves like a teasing prick, he never writes what he is not sure of less than completely, especially when so psychically guesses thoughts,

and for a moment you think that Yuuta has all the more surely already understood everything from your behavior (this would explain a lot),

but you can't force yourself to relax anyway.

Even when Yuuta reaches out to you, wanting only to kiss until he gets dizzy, ignoring the pain from your nails squeezing him tightly while he moans, fidgeting restlessly from overwhelming sensations that for a moment make him want to cry from how much he adores you, — you can't stop feeling as if under your skin thorns grow; Yuuta hastily kisses your skin, touching with warm lips in blind worship, squeeze so hard that your bones might ache, — but you only feel even worse, knowing that none of this can be long, eternal. Your Yuuta, your kind, sweet Yuuta, with thin red lips, sparkling eyes and the most tender gaze, looking up at you in blissful adoration, will never always be here for you. You still can't call him 'lover' — even after mutually confessed, you still felt so far away from him, as if you first met and are about to get closer,

while irritably kissing-biting in bed until his lips hurt.

In the end, if what you are experiencing is the desire to "infect and be infected", then you are trying to contact the vaccinated, and the thought that perhaps this is not so significant for Yuuta makes you dig into his sensitive skin. He's not so dependent on you anymore, is he? In a sense, you are no longer so important to him — he has new friends, new things to do, new pursuits, and even if you disappear from his life, it will be a blow and a hole, but not to the extent that he will never recover from it.

The only thing you will do is make room for someone who wants to be with him for a long time, being interested in a cute kind boy who is tall enough to make others look up — especially with his affectionate smile and altruistic personality that does not like conflicts or quarrels. It's not that you were so needed or useful; rather, everything that was happening was connected with you more out of pity than out of dependence. Yuuta no longer needs supervision and support; he no longer has a reason to spend all his time with you or to follow like your tail when he can be alone, still attracting people to him.

He is with you simply because wants to; he allows it, but does not need, and when you think for too long that maybe you are too dependent on him, too addicted to the cute, timid boy who does not communicate well with others and likes to hang out with you because you are good, even “cozy”,

then you can't stop the flow of thoughts until bedtime.

“Oh, a trip? No, not really; I thought that, um, it's too long. Even if it would be useful for me, I don't think it's a good idea. I mean, I understand that this is an infrequent opportunity, and it's recommended, but I don't want to be away... uh, away from, from here. Yes.”

“Mh? No problem. I don't quite understand what kind of surprise you want to arrange, but if that's what you want, then I agree to everything... Tell me if you need any help, okay?”

“I know you only want the best for me, so of course I'll wait obediently. If that's what makes you happy, then I'm happy too...”

“The only thing I want is for us to always be together.”

Yuuta has a scattering of freckles on his cheeks and shoulders when summer comes, pale orange kisses of the sun, but in winter they look like little spots that you want to bite, leaving marks, silently convincing him to stop trying to calm you down and accept when you squeeze his hands, continuing to leave your own scattering on skin, looking more like the chain you made him wear.

Your kisses are scorchingly good, as if he is being held on a slow-burning fire, waiting until he understands something important, but Yuuta does not have a single guess even when you do not react to his plaintive quiet whining from the abrupt cessation of affection, only holding in place. But even his heavy breathing and gentle pleas to continue remain unanswered, as if ignoring how needy he remained, excited enough to tremble when you touch his chest, letting him feel your breath on sensitive hot skin. Even his wet puppy-dog look remains without any reaction when you close his eyes, bending down to ruddy ear, forcing him to stop breathing from too close, sweet touch, as if his heart might stop, unable to withstand too much desired proximity.

Yuuta does not know what he is thinking when agrees to everything you say, only wishing that you would not stop, perfectly aware that you would not offer anything bad, you are always so good, so perfect that the only thing that can go wrong is that it was spoiled by his wrong behavior.

Maybe you were wrong sometimes, but harm him? Never — even when fingers touch neck; kissing his wet hot cheeks, assuring that you are doing everything only for him, you are always here only for him, and everything you can, you give only to him. The most dear and precious thing in life that you would like to always have with you, with whom you would like to create a family and a home where you can always return; it would be nice if Yuuta lived as a sweet spouse, wouldn't it?

When he turns his head so sweetly to the side, letting you kiss face and neck, you can't help but think that the most correct thing would be to just keep him in your pocket, hidden from everyone, and know that he will always be there, no matter what happens,

and this makes his head spin too much, as if from euphoria,

but when Yuuta tries to tell you this, you just kiss without letting him utter a word, almost purring about how small and pretty he is, like a toy, and so cute that you would like to bite to cope with all these sensations; but he's already yours, so you shouldn't worry, right? Always and forever yours.

It's all good. He can relax. He's safe. You take care of it.

You know what you're doing,

and when he hears it, he feels too safe to question anything, like how your words sound, or what you're doing besides snuggling up to him.

In the end, it doesn't matter — he feels so tired, warm, wet, so blissful that even an inarticulate whisper that you will bring him home seems like a fantasy created by overexcited brain, so confused and foggy from just a few kisses, he loves you so much, and even when you gently stroke him, assuring that he will soon be good, he wants to say that he is already good, so good, and you are so good, too good for him, and

he loves you so MUCH,

even when his consciousness begins to slip away under your loving touch.

Everything around seems to be a hazy line between reality and sleep, which inflamed tired mind created, looking for something that could make him wake up and be pulled out of the created illusion, but there are no running shadows, no glittering eyes — nothing that would make him wake up from delirium, it's as if he was trapped in this unfamiliar dark room, anxiously realizing that you are not around, but not being able to get up and look for you, unable to move, even when heart starts beating faster from growing anxiety and fear that something has happened to you.

But when your — he knows that your, he feels — hands touch him, stroking his hair, saying that now he is at home, no one and nothing will stop, you will be a family now, Yuuta cannot even mentally refuse, only knowing that you are satisfied with the gentle silence caused by his obedience. Your words sound like through a column of water, and his body is so weak, wadded, and you keep saying something, but he can't even listen, catching the words abruptly, — almost purring when you stroke his face, slowly descending with your fingers to his neck.

But something else is pressing against his skin — what makes him start to come to his senses.

You knew it would look great.

♡ Yuuta lies on the bed, wrapped in a nice blanket, draws in an album, reads books that you bring and leave, and sometimes watches TV; even if there are many more things, lying wherever possible (including a laptop without an Internet connection), which you have prepared to occupy him while he "trying to understand everything" or when you are busy, Yuuta has already noticed that his long passivity is more likely to cause your arrival than the appearance that he is happy, and even if it is manipulative — it is he who is locked up here, isn't it?

Compared to the fact that he can't go anywhere outside the room without permission, the fact that he forces you to come and spend time with him, since you can't see him so sad, are little things that are easy to close eyes to, especially when you sit on the bed, making his heart skips a beat from excitement, and stroke, asking what you can do for him — besides letting out, of course. Why would he leave if you're here, right? He has no need to leave this house, if only here you can always be together, as he wanted. Now it's a new house that you both will make the most cozy and pleasant place, in which you can live together as you wanted, spending all the time with each other, as if stuck together. Wasn't that what he craved, clinging to you and guarding at the entrance, waiting for you to come out to pick him up? After all, he wanted to live together — and isn't this room that you have prepared for him wonderful?

Yuuta shouldn't be too upset; for everyone, he is "on a trip to another country", only you know that he stayed, preferring to be with you, so he should stop being naughty, even if it may cause inconvenience since this is not the room he is used to — but you didn't become different! You still love him and want to stay with him forever, and he will soon realize that, in fact, his feelings have not changed either, even if the situation has become different!

For him, there should be you and only you, even if he could have already weaned himself from this feeling — but when his arms are wrapped around you, poking his nose, curling up around, you know that you are saying all this for a reason. Yuuta hears and listens, knowing that you are doing this for him, and he is not at all as persistent as you thought he would be, saying that 'this is a lie' — rather, it seemed to you that nothing has changed, he will even eat from your hands if you want. And even knowing that it can only be a trap, designed to lull your caution and convince you that he is tame, you can't brush him off, but playing with his hair while he's napping, almost purring with pleasure, like a huge cat, as if his neck isn't chained with a collar with your name on it — and as if he is not the victim who should fight instead of hiding in your hands and calling you just to spend even more time together.

he can only do this to deceive you.

But when you look at his sleeping gentle face, finally finding peace after the restless expectation of your arrival, for some reason you feel too relaxed, involuntarily realizing that yes, he is here, he is at home,

you are at home.

... Yuuta still wraps himself in a blanket when wants you to come, pampering him with your attention and caresses, but you can't help but take a little more things with you than usual, sometimes sitting for several hours, enjoying his measured breathing during sleep or a loving look from somewhere under the blanket while you're working (even if you still can't figure out why everything looks more like living together than semi-forced relocation).

♡ Of course, you spend enough time together every day — besides the fact that Yuuta has to get used to you again and start trusting, realizing that this was done for the sake of your and his love, you just loved to hang out like nothing happened, and Yuuta doesn't mind; putting his head on your shoulder when you speak, offering to play or watch, sometimes just lying on bed and chatting, almost wrapping around you, making sure that you are completely squeezed and caught by him, not being able to escape in any case.

Yuuta is not physically strong, at least not so strong that you would have any problems with it in case of a physical confrontation, but you still can't find the strength to brush him off when he comfortably lies down next to you or on you, poking his nose, as if trying to merge from how insistently Yuuta presses in search of your warmth; when his skin tingles from an unusual sensation, even in spite of how often you caress him, letting him hide face in your chest or hug, holding tight, almost puppy-like poking at you, waiting for you to be able to give him attention. Perhaps from that moment he became even more needy and clingy, even if you can't say that he spends more time alone now than before — but he still whines when you want to leave and diligently prepares for your arrival, just to keep you longer, sometimes trying desperately to convince you to stay with him for the night or hold him until he falls asleep.

And although you can't be too frivolous, knowing that your beloved is more than cunning, you still can't leave the room earlier than a few hours, spending all the time hugging him, kissing his face and saying how good he is, almost shamelessly pampering and caressing, being simply unable to leave until you tell him how glad you are that he is so calm and understanding, especially when he wraps around in response, gently kissing, saying that he is happy to be with you, while your fingers touch his neck, outlining the letters of your name, which Yuuta does not try to hide even if his cheeks are blushing, feeling your slow touch.

Perhaps, he blushes even more only when you start to pamper and cherish him even more fiercely, spending every second to make sure that he feels loved, knowing that only you can love him so much, only you can take care of him and make his head spin with delight, knowing that you are not even planning to stop yet — until you make sure that he definitely remembers something, seeing his dusty look or the rosy tips of his ears when he hides face in the pillow, but does not try to run away or move away.

Not that even running away can help him when you kiss, playing with his hair, whispering about how precious he is, how glad you are that he is where he should be, how good that he is so pliable and affectionate — just like before, when he couldn't live without you, almost crying when you wanted to leave him and clinging so desperately during the goodbye that even if he didn't say anything, you could feel how upset he was. Only now you will not go anywhere and will not leave, just like him — now you will always be together, like the family he wanted so much when begged you never to give up on him, hiding his face in your clothes, drinking too much to even realize that you are not pushing him away, but trying to help, and digging his fingers into your skin so hard that bruises appeared there.

Of course, now you will make sure that this will not happen again — you swear that you will love him and spoil him until he realizes how much you adore him, since you are destined to be together forever now.

And the fact that Yuuta makes your head spin, as if from a euphoric attack, when his thin, hot lips kiss yours, makes you only more intoxicated.

♡ You and Yuuta have never had penetrative sex. Not that it was anything strange, a sufficient number of couples do not do it before the wedding to "be clean", but for Yuuta it was never a matter of innocence or giftedness — your body seemed incredible, exciting, and the thought that you would go even further was connected with something more intimate and deep, which made his heart sink into embarrassment and shame, realizing that he wants a lot; much more than you are certainly ready to give, already overly cherishing someone as needy and clumsy as he is, who might as well spend days in bed with you without getting out. If Yuuta asked for even more, he would simply be greedy, if not desperate, begging you to let him continue and try to take even more even when you are clearly exhausted.

But when your fingers slide over his hips, assuring him to continue rubbing even if his movements become clumsy with excitement, Yuuta is close to drooling, whining your name while you encourage him not to stop, blindly whispering praise and enthusiastic words; when he fidgets nervously, feeling you stop, making him stay a little apart, apologizing in a muffled voice at the sight of his confused, ruddy expression — to immediately pull him on yourself, pressing even harder, hearing only his enthusiastic, amazed moan when your bodies touch again.

Wet, hot, soft — as if every time your fingers squeeze it, Yuuta becomes even more pleasant to the touch, like a cute toy, too pretty to resist temptation, convincing him not to cling so tightly while you hump him, taking care that every movement causes him to moan mixed with whining, every time making you tremble with delight, knowing that it is you who make him feel like this, that it is you who are holding him in your hands now, that it is you who are the center of his attention and the only one he can think of is you.

His arms are hugging you so tightly, trying to move more sharply, more confidently, listening only to your approving words, feeling how his clothes are getting too tight, but not having the opportunity to undress, fearing that you may disappear, slip away, remove him from your hips as soon as he is distracted — almost forcing him to slide on you, making sure that he is not too carried away and moves comfortably, even if you want, need more,

it is not enough,

it's so not enough that you would rather press him down hard and move on your own, but instead say something to make sure that he knows 'everything is fine', even if you can't stop squeezing and grabbing him in a shameless manner, causing him to tremble.

... His waist is easy to wrap around, like a doll's, with unmarked uncovered skin, easily turning red when you press on it — but even if he wanted to somehow hinder you by finishing teasing strokes, it would be impossible. His hands are not tied so tightly that it hurts, leaving red marks, but if Yuuta jerks sharply, he will still experience pain — and it seems more than fair to you, even if he cannot stop twitching from the lightest touch, squirming when you are distracted, trying to attract attention again, almost suffocating when you actually return, carefully exposing his body further and further. But even if his body tries to shrink, hide from the caress, trembling when you deliberately slowly move fingers higher — and immediately grab, changing the tease to a rough grip, until his body relaxes again, humbling, letting you do whatever you want; squeezing and rubbing while Yuuta wants to start squirming again, feeling how everything inside him pulsates and burns whenever you touch.

When you're so focused on him that without noticing (or pretending) gaze, looking into your eyes, wishing to ask you to be more merciful, — but just bites his lips, holding himself in place, afraid that even a hint of a desire to pause will be perceived as a desire to stop everything that is happening "which he simply cannot express openly",

but going insane when you paw his body, squeezing and groping until Yuuta starts whining, trembling from excessive affection, making his eyes water; desperately drooling when you only become even more enthusiastic, as if concentrating on make him even louder; sighs, moans, screams, whining, whimpering, suffocating sounds — everything that can prove what he is now so vulnerable and open to you, afraid only that you will decide to stop when his thighs are so wet and hot. While you continue to kiss, making him feel abnormal with delight, mixed with how sensitive his body is after you play, that even a light breath is enough for him to start wriggling again, trying to crawl away, but being deftly caught by the hips, not allowing to dodge your touches.

Even if tying him up might look a little hasty, you were more than aware of how smart your beloved is and that you can't trust him in this position until you make sure he won't do anything silly or hide dangerous objects somewhere. No matter how much you loved him, being willing to do anything for him, it didn't make sense if he was trying to fight back, luring with false submission and enthusiasm.

However, the way Yuuta whined in frustration when you moved, struggling with the ropes to touch you, awkwardly trying to wrap legs around to snuggle closer — made you feel dizzy, feeling his heart beating feverishly under your fingers from overexcitation and inability to reach the peak. When was the last time you saw him like this? When has he been so horny and adorable in the past, even if he behaved like an puppy? When he was just as desperate to stick in an attempt to find satisfaction, even if you gave him nothing but even more stimulation, from which his body could not stop shaking?

When was the last time Yuuta looked at you like that,

being ready to do anything if only you would start spoiling him again?

He immediately understands what you want when you touch his lips, looking into wet misty eyes and caressing hot cheeks, — and silently agrees, opening mouth, letting you slide inside and pushing fingers further, forcing him to tilt his head back slightly. But when you resume the movement, just so that he feels incredibly good, letting him feel how excited you are, Yuuta gently bites your fingers, urging you not to delay, even when gasps whenever you push it too deep, making adorable sounds mixed with tears from excitement and discomfort, from which he can't refuse, insisting that you don't stop.

If you could, you would capture this moment forever, in this stuffy dark room with Yuuta, for whom you were the center of everything.

And the fact that you whisper praise to him, without ceasing to rub and squeeze, talking about how hot and pliable he is, even better than when you fucked him before, you want to breed him so much right now — it's enough for him to cum in front of your eyes, knowing that you are not taking them away from him.

And Yuuta adores it — even when the ropes dig into his skin again while trying to hug you,

because it doesn't matter so much when you look at him in such a way that he is ready to lose consciousness.

♡ Yuuta has a little belly — such that you can easily cover most of it with palm, especially when stroking, seeing his excited gaze directed at your hand, understanding that you calm him down before start, being ready to stop at any moment. But for someone scared, he is already too wet, especially when your fingers slide lower, getting under his clothes, while lips are gently kissing his ruddy face, carefully preparing him and relaxing under constant caresses that stupefy him no less than your presence so close that he can feel your breath.

Was it his fault that from one kiss he was ready to agree to anything you want? Definitely not — especially when you whisper that you are ready, tearing an intimate touch under his plaintive whining, and slowly spread his hips, showing wet spots and trembling legs; the clothes slip off his legs easily, but you don't let him cross them, stroking soothingly, assuring that everything will be fine, even when your touch is too close to the wet bottom of his stomach, almost teasing, helping him switch from fear to excitement, reminding what you want to give during your first time, letting him feel how serious you are when you snuggle up to the soaked fabric of his underwear.

However, even when your fingers, wet from lube and pre-cum, gently stretch him, carefully pushing and filling; even when Yuuta whines about how 'empty and ready ', shaking again from the orgasm; even when you feel so excited that you are ready to directly make him to turn on stomach, fucking until such a state that he will definitely breed up to the point of losing consciousness — you know that Yuuta is not prepared yet, that you must continue if you want him to feel good, even if he squeezes you so greedily, as if assuring you to just stay inside, enjoying his warm and pliability. So wet that you can hear squelching sounds mixed with heavy breathing and moans when you are too persistent, while he drools, squeezing again only to cum, fighting the urge to roll his eyes as you continue through the orgasm, not even giving him a possible respite.

If it was an ordinary time, you would have stopped the last time, but you just keep fondling and stretching, feeling that he is still too tight and tense.

By the time the fingers disappear, Yuuta no longer understands anything, experiencing the last waves of orgasm with the realization that this is not the end, even if he physically can no longer, only obediently letting you throw his legs over your shoulders, completely trusting himself to you,

even when he is filled again, much more than before, trembling from the orgasm that has not yet passed and from painful pleasure, feeling how every part of body aches from the incessant fondling — especially when you you lift his hips slightly, making them even more comfortable on shoulders, letting him feel how deep you are, without encountering any resistance from his tired swollen body, sticky with juice and sweat, ideally taking you so deep that with every breath he can see how his stomach bulges.

Some time ago, he didn't even dare to think about how you would fuck him, tying his hands and forcing him to cum until he turns out to be so weak in your arms, — but now the only thing he can think about is how good it feels when you don't stop, gradually becoming rougher, not being shy of wet slaps from which his cheeks seem to blush even more, nor the moans that become loud again every time you drive inside. When he incoherently purrs something, trying to praise, but everything turns into inarticulate screams interrupted by new thrusts, stretching him well and wide for you, like a cute toy, too weak to even help you, let alone 'fight back', not even being able to finish when he shivers from too intense sensations, squeezing you even tighter.

His body is hot, soft, wet, greedy, looking for pleasure even when he has already received enough and should not be so needy, but still trying to make you cum in him to feel good, full, as it should be, even if he can only stick out his tongue, begging you to kiss him, and suffocate while you gently but deeply kiss him, not at all with the same force with which you stuff him, preparing to accept everything you give, forcing him to slide on soaked sheets sticking to the skin from how excited he is, stupidly looking for you in puppy addiction even when Yuuta can't anymore — and when he whines shrilly, choking, seeing stars in front of eyes with delight and painful stimulation while his stomach is filled with you, becoming so hot and rounded that his body relaxes even more, letting the cum flow out while Yuuta blissfully closes eyes, breathing heavily with his mouth open, straining and immediately unclenching.

When you gently press on his stomach, Yuuta just whimpers, begging you not to make him relax and let everything flow when he feels so good with you, filling him to the brim, but you are more than adamant, even when he is still whining audibly, trying to resist, but quickly gives up, knowing that he cannot even remove your hands. Perhaps you just liked to see how his hips and sheets are stained when he can no longer restrain himself, giving you what you want, whining in frustration from resentment, wanting to at least push you away during a rebellious mood, but he hardly even raises head, not that he can express his frustration physically, instead relaxing even more, completely drowning, even when your fingers slide inside, as if checking how well he did, and Yuuta regrets that can't complain about you, but instead tries not to interfere, breathing deeply.

He perceives your turning him over on stomach as something unimportant, but when you push his hips apart, putting him on his knees, the body reacts with a sweet tremor, realizing what you want — but not being able to do anything other than drool, even when he's full again, feeling your hot breath, the way your chest is pressed against his back, so close that he can almost hear your heart beating, so so so close, that he can't help but squeeze you in a last attempt to make you want not to stop, stuffing him anew after everything that has leaked.

And even if it's not normal, even it's absolutely not normal that he gets so intoxicated when you fuck him from behind, the person who kidnapped him and locked him up here, keeping him tied up, leaving him alone and acting as if nothing happened, as if it should be, — then he is even more abnormal, since he is ready to cum only from the realization that it is you who are now breeding him, squeezing and spanking, biting, marking, purring contentedly when he tries to move hips back, even if his whole body hurts, realizing late that you have become even more intense and rougher, whispering something, but the only thing Yuuta hears is the noise of blood when rests his hands so as not to lose balance, belatedly catching himself thinking that he rests his hands, before you press his face into the pillow, lifting his hips higher, getting ready to fill his flexible lustful body again — and reaching a peak when you see how he stretches his hand to yours, trying to intertwine them, cumming when you squeeze his wet palm with your own.

... You don't think you'll be able to get up — not for a few hours, at least. Yuuta doesn't mind — not when you lie on him, pleasantly pressing down on the bed, gently kissing his wet face.

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The Burlesque Boutique

Astarion x male/AMAB!Tav/Reader

Based on this art by @marbledgummi

I could not resist

There are two versions of this fic. Read the strap-on version here

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: explicit smut, crying, orgasm denial, swearing, one reference to past trauma

Word Count: 2,620

Main Masterlist

First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

AO3

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“Dove?”

Astarion poked his head into the study. You were hunched over the desk on your side of the room, hands working away at something. The other half of the room (his half) was cluttered with sewing and jewelry supplies, half-made dresses and suits, and a stack of pillows for when he wanted to take a nap without straying too far from you. He never really imagined settling down, owning a house, but now he couldn’t imagine it being any other way.

“Did you order something from,” he glances at the box in his hand, “the ‘Burlesque Boutique’, by any chance?”

“No,” you answered. You look up from your project with a quirked brow. “Why?”

His mouth opens, about to explain. But then a wicked little idea curled around his brainstem, crooking a finger at him and tempting him toward mischief. Instead, he smiled in that way that showed he was planning something. You raise your brows higher at him. “No reason, darling.”

“Mhm.” You turn back to your work. “Don’t catch anything on fire.”

He scoffs, shouting back as he pads down the rest of the hall to the bedroom. “It was one time!” He heard you chuckle in response.

The box wasn’t big - a foot or so wide and rectangular. It also wasn’t much to look at, despite the shop’s name in script on the top suggesting something racy or scandalous. He flipped it over a few times, but there was no name. The mail carrier must have delivered it to the wrong house, or it was a lame prank from some teens.

He sighed. He really hoped it was something more than that.

He cut the silky red ribbon holding it shut with a knife he kept in his bedside table. He almost considered saving it. If the rest of this turned out to be a bust, at least he could tie your hands up with this. But the rope he had for such an act was much softer, and quite a bit stronger. So he dropped it carelessly to the side and lifted the lid.

He chuckled, delighted and utterly amused as he unfolded the tissue paper and revealed a set of pink and white lingerie. The top was a sheer negligee with thin straps and a little bow that would rest prettily between a pair of breasts. Long, white stockings were folded beneath it, with a matching garter belt to keep them up.

Oh, this was… He could just picture you wearing it, all dolled up just for him.

And then the thought turned back on him.

What if he got all dolled up for you? He wasn’t a stranger to wearing feminine clothing - you’d particularly enjoyed him in the Wavemother’s robe. Testing the thought, he lifted the negligee by the straps and held it up to his chest. It looked like it would fit…

He started to lower it back into the box when something else caught his eye. He placed it on the bed instead and moved the stocking out of the way and- Oh. Oh gods. A pretty pair of panties hidden at the bottom of the box, the same pink as the negligee and with a little ribbon of its own.

Now, how could he resist?

You didn’t jump when arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind, so used to Astarion’s habit of sneaking up just for affection. He pressed like kisses to the side of your neck as he peered over your shoulder.

Your hands worked diligently on your project. Astarion pressed another kiss just below your ear, where he whispered, “Can you spare a moment, darling? I wish to show you something.”

You hum, taking in his words but too focused to answer. Once you find a good moment to stop, you set everything down and turn your head to look at him. “What is it, star?”

He grins deviously as he captures your lips, cupping your cheek and keeping you in place. He’d hate to spoil the surprise.

He doesn’t pull away as he sidles around your chair. You sigh quietly into his mouth when he parts your lips with his tongue. The sound alone makes his cock twitch, pressed tightly against the lace of the panties that keep it in place. He groans quietly.

Dexterous as ever, he sits himself on your lap easily, straddling your legs. You automatically reach up to support him, hands landing on his hips to keep him from sliding off, but then your eyes shoot open.

He’s smirking when you pull away with wide eyes as you lean back to take him in. You can’t get enough. Your eyes trail all down his body, looking at his chest and stomach through the sheer pink negligee. The garter belt hugs his waist, straps reach down his thighs to hold onto the tall stockings. The matching lace panties, bulging with his growing erection. A pretty silk ribbon is tied around his neck, just below his Adam’s apple.

You look up at him in awe, all flushed with dilating pupils. “Where did you get this?”

“Somebody left a package at the door,” he explains, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You immediately give in to the attention, tilting your head to the side as you grip his thigh and tangle your fingers in his hair. “No name, no address. I expected a prank, but the temptation was too good to miss.”

He nipped at your pulse and you groaned. “Speaking of temptation.” You tugged at his hair, pulling him away from your neck. A little harder than strictly necessary, but he just grinned as his head was tipped back with the pressure. The ribbon strained against his throat. “Gods, how should I have you?”

“In any way you please, my love.”

You smirk up at him. “In any way?” You tug at his hair again, drawing a grunt of pleasure from your lover. His Adam’s apple bobbed, fully exposed and prominent. You release his hair and slide your hand to his throat. He watches through lidded eyes. With deft fingers, you pull at one end of the ribbon, and it comes apart, falling from his neck. You tap his thigh. “Get up.”

He gives you an uncertain look, almost a frown, but he complies. You stand and push him back until his ass hits the edge of the desk. He blindly reaches behind him to push your stuff back carelessly. You’re too entranced with him and the lewd images racing through your mind to care.

You grab his hip and push lightly, telling him without words what you wanted him to do. He lifts himself onto the edge. You press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Good boy.”

You step back to take him all in. Such a pretty little thing, all dressed up in someone else’s lingerie just for you.

You don’t take your eyes off his as you kneel down before him. The sight of you on your knees, face so close to his aching cock, sends a thrill down his spine. He grips onto the edge of the desk to retain some self-control.

You hold onto his legs as you begin trailing kisses along them. You kiss a line from his knee, up along the stocking, until you finally reach skin. There, you nip at the soft flesh. Closer and closer to where he needs you.

He groans above you. “You’re going to kill me at this rate,” he whines.

You grin against his skin, but don’t immediately act to provide him any relief. Instead, you kiss and bite your way to the edge of the panties. And, devil that you are, you kiss over the bulge. It twitches under your lips as Astarion hisses. You lick a stripe against it and he tenses with a strangled moan.

“Gods, please,” he begs, voice airy. “Too tight. Too tight.”

Mercifully, you pull the lace down, freeing him from his prison and tucking it under his balls. His dick was hard and sensitive. A small bead of precum already shined at the head.

“Desperate?” you tease.

He glares down at you. “Excited,” he corrects sharply. “To have your pretty little mouth around me.”

You hum, studying his dick. The longer you did nothing, the more it strained, eager to be touched, tasted, teased. You press a little kiss at the head, kitten-licking the precum away as his hips buck for more.

And then you stand. He whines.

“Bedroom. I want to take you properly.”

He wastes no time, leaping up from his seat and rushing to the bedroom. You follow after, leisurely. He sits at the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the covers to stop from touching himself. You walk around to your bedside table. “Lay down.”

His eyes never stray from you as he crawls back to the center of the bed. He swallows excitedly as you pull out a small container of oil. Truth be told, Astarion doesn’t bottom very often. It can bring back bad memories, of being used, but he enjoys this immensely, and he can’t wait to be fucked by you.

You kneel by him and lean down to kiss him. It’s hot and eager, Astarion nipping and sucking as he tries to distract himself. Your hand finds his inner thigh and his hips jerk to find friction. You don’t provide him any, of course.

You pull away to kiss his neck, massaging his thigh and hip as you mark him up. “Such a good boy,” you whisper into his skin. He whines, pressing his head back into the bed. He loves your praise.

His cock is weeping and red with need when you pull away. You stand and make your way to the foot of the bed. “Back or stomach?”

Gods, thinking about either makes him keen. He has to bite his lip to form a coherent thought. “Stomach.”

“Flip over.”

He does immediately. He gets on his hands and knees, back arching in anticipation. His cock dribbles onto the sheets, but neither of you can care in this moment.

He feels the bed shift as you climb back on behind him. He tries to look back, to see what you’re doing. It’s futile. All he knows is he needs to be touched so fucking bad. It consumes his entire mind.

You slide the panties down until it’s bridging between his thighs, unable to be fully removed with the garter belt holding up the stockings. You caress one of his ass cheeks, pulling it to the side to reveal his tight asshole. You bite the other cheek, quite hard, enough to leave a slight imprint of your teeth. He lowers down to his elbows so he can press his face in his arms.

“Good?” you ask, pressing a light kiss over the reddening mark.

He nods frantically. “Don’t stop,” he whimpers.

Your hand leaves him for a moment, but he can hear the sound of the oil bottle opening. You slick your fingers and spread his cheeks once more. He can’t help the keening moan that erupts from his mouth when you rub and prod at his entrance. He tries to rock back into your fingers, to fuck himself on them, but you hold him in place.

You take your time to gently stretch him, adding one finger at a time and never going deep enough. At one point, you push your fingers as deep as they can go and he sobs into his arms.

When you think he’s ready, you slick yourself up with more oil, sitting up on your knees and grabbing onto his hips with both hands. He’s a mess, pressing into you against his will. He needs you inside him.

You coo sweetly to him. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ve got you. You’re so pretty like this.” You line up your dick with his asshole and slowly, so fucking slowly, push in. He groans and keens and makes all sorts of lovely noises. He grips at the bedsheets and squirms slightly as you fill him. “So fucking gorgeous. My good boy. So good.”

You still when your hips are flush with his ass. He whines and tries to press back again, but there’s nothing more to take. He is completely full of your cock.

You roll your hips and he gasps, babbling to beg you to move, to fuck him. You shush him as you slowly pull your cock almost all the way out, and press in again. There’s less resistance each time, until you can set a good pace without hurting him.

He moans and whines your name, gasping when you sharply thrust into him. The negligee slips down his body with the rocking motion until it pools around his chest and bunches at his shoulder blades.

“You look so good in pink, baby,” you tell him. You lean over his back and press loving kisses on his neck and shoulders. He turns his head to try looking at you, to try to say something playful. But he can’t open his eyes, and none of his words come out as words. “You’re being so good for me, pretty boy. I’ll take care of you.”

You sit back up and grab his hips tighter, pulling them toward you with each thrust. He cries out as you pound into him, speeding up as you feel your own orgasm approaching. Your movements become sloppy and lose the rhythm, but you only fuck him harder and faster to compensate. You can tell he’s close. He gasps breathlessly against the covers, hips rocking for friction against the air. He’s so fucking close.

You lift a leg to be effectively kneeling behind him. It changes the angle just enough that you rub against his prostate with each thrust. He moans loudly, the sound choking in his throat and coming out as a desperate whine. He doesn’t last.

A few more thrusts and his orgasm tears through him. He cums hard, body trembling and cock twitching as he finally finds the release he longed for, without hardly being touched.

His asshole clenches around you, squeezing your cock with each spurt of cum. You don’t stop fucking him until you orgasm, stuffing him with cum, buried deep inside his ass. You’re both panting, whimpering messes as you fill him, as he stains the blankets and coats his stomach. The negligee is just barely out of reach, unstained by just a hair.

When you’re both spent, you sit there a moment, catching your breath. You slowly ease out of him. He whimpers softly, but sighs contently once the pressure is gone. He can still feel your seed filling him up, starting to drip out as his stretched asshole clenches around nothing once more. His legs are unsteady, hands merely resting on the blankets instead of clutching for dear life.

You get up from the bed and go to the side to help him roll over and lay on his back without laying in his own spend. He clumsily finds your hand where you held his waist and holds it.

“Good?” you ask again. You push his matted curls from his forehead and kiss his brow. He nods against your lips. He still can’t quite find his words. You kiss his cheek. “Bath?”

He nods again, but holds tighter to your hand when you try to pull away. “Not yet,” he mumbles. He draws your hand up to his face, holding it to his cheek as he leans into it with a quiet sigh.

You press your head to his, kissing his temple and the length of his ear tenderly. “Take your time, my love. I’ll take care of you.”

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punkeropercyjackson · 1 month

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How do people think Percabeth has 'transmasc4transfem swag' though.Annabeth literally refuses to tell Percy she thinks he's handsome and he cringes at having to play the boyfriend roles for her

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idesireelysian · 1 year

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smut abcs: sanzu

pairing: sanzu x m!reader

cw/tw: semi-public sex, gun kink, mentions of wound-fucking, hair pulling, throat-fucking, pet play, falling unconscious (sanzu, not reader), edging, mentioned threesome/group sex, hinted overstimulation

a - aftercare

sanzu is sleepy after sex, he wants to get cleaned up and then just go to sleep cuddling. he can adapt to a shared bath though, if that’s what you prefer. if it’s just a quickie he doesn’t really need anything, and if he has to, he can actually hide the fact that the two of you just fucked pretty easily.

b - body part

i do think that he has somewhat of a hand kink, so hands certainly are worth mentioning. he also really likes your eyes—your whole face, actually. those are probably his favorites.

c - cum

his: he doesn’t cum that much during one orgasm, which makes it very fun to try and milk him dry. it’ll take quite a while, but trust me, he’s very much into it.

yours: he’s down bad for you cumming inside him, be it his mouth, throat (he’ll make sure to swallow all of it) or his ass. he’d even let you plug him up, if you’re into that.

d - dirty secret

i just know this man’s walked around in public with a vibrator up his ass before. when the pleasure got too much, he quickly jerked off in the bathroom, then continued his day like normal. he kind of wanted you—or anyone else, really—to notice, it would’ve been so humiliating, though also a huge turn on for him, given whoever noticed is into it too.

e - experience

i imagine that pretty much everyone in bonten is fucking everyone else in bonten, so bonten!sanzu is certainly very experienced. i do think he’s less experienced in the other timelines, but still moreso than the average person.

f - favorite position

getting fucked: bend him over a table, a desk, a drawer, the kitchen counter—just bend him over something and fuck him from behind. he might want to hold your hand though, or you can let him suck your fingers. another favorite of his is when you’re fucking him on a soft mattress. lying on his back, so he can look up into your beautiful eyes, and wrap his legs around your waist. hold one/both of his hands for bonus points, and occasionally (but passionately) kiss him.

fucking you: he wants to be able to see, and touch, and kiss every part of you, so he either wants you in his lap, or even better, on a bed, looking at him. he loves being able to see your eyes, and leaving hickeys and other marks on your body while fucking you.

g - goofy

i think this really depends. he’s certainly into bdsm, healthy bdsm, and can act out his role in perfect seriousness, no matter the scene or circumstances. sometimes you might think he’s scarily good at acting. however, otherwise, if you like to joke around, he’ll join you in on it with ease.

h - hair

body hair: i’m sorry, but i just have to add that his pubes are/he dyes them pink like his hair. anyways, i think he just makes them look clean, like he takes care of them (which he does). he has some body hair, but it’s a very light color and barely visible, so he doesn’t bother shaving his legs or anything like that to look good.

hair pulling: fuck him bent over something and force him to keep up his head by pulling on his hair, he’ll love it. however, he specifically doesn’t like to pull on your hair. unless, maybe, when you’re sucking him off.

i - intimacy

i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again, but especially when you’re having gentle sex, he just wants to hold your hand. he also really likes to kiss you. the first time he said ,i love you’ out loud? you were slow-fucking him. he loves rough sex, yes, but sometimes he just wants to get pampered with love and gentle fucking/pamper you with said things.

j - jacking off

sanzu mostly jerks his dick as quick as possible. he’s honestly not too big of a fan of masturbating, he’d much rather sleep around, have sex with you, or at least do it in front of some kind of audience. he feels it’s kind of useless otherwise. still, sometimes he likes to fuck himself on a dildo. preferably one that you’ve gifted to him, so he can remember you and sing your name while fucking himself silly.

k - kink

okay. honestly, i imagine him having quite an amount of kinks, but the one that’s certainly worth mentioning is his horrible gunkink. especially bonten!sanzu gets incredibly turned on if you pull out a gun and point it at him. fuck him at gun point, he’d be in heaven. bonus points if you touch his temple or neck with it, extra bonus points if the safety is off. he trusts you. and if you’re concerned about safety, remove the bullets beforehand, but don’t tell him. knowing you could kill him any moment makes him so much harder. dare to go wild his gunkink. he’ll suck off your weapon if you let him, going as far as pushing it down his throat. he’d even let you insert it into his ass. that said, he doesn’t get turned by guns if it’s any random person holding it. it needs to be someone like you, someone he’s close with, who he can trust, and who turns him on anyway.

l - location

he’s not a fan of fucking outside. other than that, he doesn’t have too much of a preference, as long as he can hold onto something for stability, and nobody that he doesn’t want to see/hear is able to.

n - no

as said before, he’s into basically anything. even stuff like piss, vomit, knife play, blood play, and whatnot. especially bonten!sanzu, he’s honestly fucked in the head and into pretty much anything, even pretty high levels of masochism. what he doesn’t really like though is wound-fucking. in the moment he doesn’t really care about hygiene, but no dick will ever get close to his deeper wounds. your fingers might, if you’re both down bad, but it’s a dark gray area.

o - oral

giving: he loves when you fuck his throat, when you make him choke on your dick, and make him cry. he’ll relax his jaw and let you do whatever you want to him. he’s not very fond of eating you out, though. it’s simply weird to him.

receiving: he also loves to throat-fuck you, though. if you lay on your bed, head off the mattress, and let him fuck into your mouth while watching his dick form a bulge on your neck, he’s in heaven. bonus points if you let him lightly press down on said bulge. he’s hugely fascinated by it, and the fact that he can feel his own cock inside your throat makes him cum immediately. one of the few things he doesn’t like is when you eat him out. he might allow you to once in a while if you want to really badly, he thinks it feels okay, but it’s not really pleasuring him.

p - pace

depends a lot. usually he prefers getting fucked fast and rough, but sometimes he wants it to be slow and soft. if you prefer it slow by a lot, he can accomodate, but it might take him a while. especially bonten!sanzu, he’s very used to sex being fast and rough, so he needs quite a bit to adjust. he will do it for your sake, though.

q - quickie

always down for a quickie, no questions asked. bonus points if you cum inside him, and he gets to walk around with it leaking out into his underwear.

r - risk

i keep on talking about bonten!sanzu (i just love the bonten timeline, sorry), but he’s done more risky things than you can count on ten fingers. way more. in the other timelines he hasn’t done too many risky things, but if you want to, he’s always up for it.

s - stamina

getting fucked: he can easily go a few rounds, even if he’s riding you, but after round five or six he’s gone totally limp. he’s still very much conscious though, and he’ll let you continue fucking him for as long as you want to, even cumming for quite a few times still. at some point he’s milked dry though, and if you keep going after he’s had his first dry orgasm, he’ll fall uncoscious. there’s a very small chance he’ll still let you continue after that (how do you even have so much stamina, honestly?), but if you ask nicely before starting your session, he might agree.

fucking you: i don’t think he can go any more than three or four rounds, even if he tries. his body is just too exhausted. he’ll let you ride him until you’re satisfied though, but sadly, you can’t rely on him for help.

t - toys

he’ll be very happy if you gift him a dildo or two. he might even record himself using them, so he can send the videos to you, and you can jerk off to them later. apart from that, he kind of likes butt plugs. he’d wear cat ears, a collar, and a tail plug for you, too, if you’d want him to. you could even have him on a leash, and order him around in your own apartment/house for a bit.

u - unfair

teasing: unless you specifically ask him to, he won’t tease you much. he gets a lot more pleasure himself if you’re happy too.

getting teased: he hates to admit it, but he loves getting edged/edging himself. in that sense, he loves being teasted. he hates if you send him spicy pictures though, because he feels uncomfortable jerking off to them, so he’ll just be horny with no release. apart from that, he’s not too fond of it, but he doesn’t dislike it or anything.

v - volume

most of the time he isn’t too loud, but he makes a ton of noises. whines, whimpers, moans, sighs, groans, you name it. there’s barely a moment of silence. he’s actually more vocal when fucking you or when getting sucked off, not because he likes it more, but because it just feels good in different ways. you can make him scream though, if you’re rough enough, or if you hit one/multiple of his kinks head-on.

w - wild card

sanzu is actually very much up for a threesome, or even group sex. be it his friends, yours, some you share—as long as at least one of you two knows them, he’d love it if there were more people involved than just the two of you. don’t get him wrong, he loves you, and you can satisfy him perfectly, but it kind of turns him on. his personal pick would probably be rindou, i think, if you were to ask who he’d like to have a threesome with. or mucho, given he’s alive in this timeline.

x - x-ray

he doesn’t have too many muscles or fat, he’s naturally just very skinny, and has always had problems with putting on weight. luckily, it doesn’t bother him that much, and he feels pretty healthy as is. i think his dick is both a little longer and a little thicker than average, and it’s pretty pinkish, too.

y - yearning

his sex drive isn’t that high, but he enjoys sex a lot and bonten!sanzu fucks a lot as a way of self-destruction. and if someone asks him to fuck, he nearly always starts feeling like it and agrees. either way, even though his libido isn’t too high, he ends up fucking others and/or you quite a lot, especially if yours is high.

z - zzz

after multiple rounds, he gets very sleepy very quickly. he can easily handle a quickie without getting too tired, but if you fuck his soul out of his body, he’ll fall asleep in a maximum of five minutes. unless you/the circumstances don’t allow it.

#sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x y/n #sanzu x reader #smut abcs #sanzu x amab!reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #sanzu x you #bottom!sanzu #top!sanzu #sub!sanzu #dom!sanzu #sub tokyo revengers #the gunkink is my fault. sanzu’s my gunkink projection central and i have the biggest fucking gunkink known to mankind #i’m so glad i’m ace and only enjoy sex in fantasies sometimes. said big ass gunkink would nOT have a good outcome i fear #anyways sanzu has a gunkink <3 so does mikey. and takemichi. and naoto. and rindou. i’m so good at projecting-

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galesleftearring · 6 months

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I've reached 69 followers here, which is fantastic and a surprise honestly. To celebrate should I write a Gale x reader 69 fic? I'm dead serious

#gale dekarios #gale x reader #bg3 gale #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale #baldur's gate 3 #gale x amab!reader #gale x afab!reader #gale x gn!reader

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freak-accident419 · 1 month

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finished writing angsty derek fic, now ive gotta revise n edit 💪💪

#i feel so bad bc this is for my afab!gn!readers only #its because it includes pregnancy #im sorry to my amab peeps </3 #ill make it up to you for more purely gn! fics!!

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rosedom · 2 months

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Well, I've got an idea. Like you could choose any genshin character of your choice. Imagine them sharing their insecurity, after sex, of being submissive, them feeling guilty for always being on the recieving end, feeling like they don't satisfy you enough, and the next time you both go at it, you're peppering them with kisses and praises 10x than before, reassuring and telling them just how good you feel having control over their body.

"an unnamed player has invited AETHER to play . . . the moon will yield to the sun, always

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!amab!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!aether, reader's a service top thru & thru, post-coitus insecurities leading to: vaginal fingering, praise kink, (slight) dacryphilia, an absurd amount of pet names, prior creampie, creaming, implied aftercare .

A/N : i started this ages ago, but i only just recently got motivated to continue it . . . def got carried away—but when don't i, when i write abt aether? <(＿　＿)>

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

The sun hides behind the clouds, and it is out of not only love for the creatures under the sky but out of an endearing bashfulness at the tail end of your intense gaze.

Your sun, your Aether is shy, here, tucking his face into the soft skin where your neck and shoulder meet, his blush warm against you. You must be his cloud, blanketing him in your warmth and keeping his from being wasted, from floating away into the surrounding air.

The blanket is tucked up tight around you both, cold tendrils of air trying to seep into the open spaces where it doesn't quite cocoon you both, a hollow gap that allows coldness to slither down your neck. Thankfully, Aether's breath keeps the space relatively warm, hotter-so when he buries himself further.

"Why're you hiding, sunshine?" you murmur, wrapping your arms tight around him and keeping him snug in your pillowy, cloud-like hold. "What's up?"

You ask, because normally he's not so bashful post-coitus. He shivers and weakly moans, sure, embarrassed at the way his cunt is puffy and you've left his legs shaking—but your cock is never so ruined.

Sometimes, when you're finished, you're still hard—hard because Aether came, and he came enough for the two of you.

Other times, you're soft, because you finally came; but it was only to make him feel good, better, filling him to the brim and thumbing at his messy cunt when you pull out.

Really, it is always Aether who is left melted in a puddle. You, at most, are a lil' sweaty, huffy-breathed as you smoothly move to clean him up, to bundle him in your arms—just like now—, and tell him how good he did.

He sniffles, shakes his head.

At the sound—the feeling of hot tears touching your skin—, you try and pull back, to see him eye-to-eye. But you should never look the sun in his face when he flares, and he only holds fast to your middle, keeps his nose firmly pressed to the side of your neck.

"Aether, honey—" you try, soft. What's wrong? is hidden beneath tufts of white, tufts of something sad.

Scratchy and quiet, he asks, "Am I really?"

"Are you really what?" You squeeze him, but the tender affection only serves to make his shoulders, bare still, quake more. Desperately, you tug the blanket back up to protect his shivers as he sniffs again, louder this time.

"Good."

"Of course you are! Honey, you're—"

He shakes his head again, dislodging the blanket some and forcing you to cut off your words, to tug the soft wool back up and swaddle him.

With a sharp intake of breath, a forced exhale, Aether finds his words. "I just—I don't feel like I don't... satisfy you, 's all."

"'That's all?' Ae—"

He shakes his head. "You don't even cum half as much as I do!"

"'Cause I like making you cum." At the words, Aether blushes like mad—or, at least, you assume he does based on the way his cheeks brand into your skin. "I like makin' you feel good."

"But..."

"But what, honey?" You soothe him with large, broad strokes across his knobby spine, each gentle protrusion smoothed over by your palm.

He sighs, the heavy exhale of breath washing over your neck and making involuntary goosebumps prickle at your skin. "Don't you get tired of it? I'm always—submissive. Always the same. Don't I bore you?"

Your heart hurts, at that. "Aeth," you start, slow n' soft. "I could never get tired of you. You—I love it, honey. I love how you give yourself to me like that, let me be in control. I wouldn't give that up for the world."

"I—"

"You're perfect for me. Do... do you not like it?"

"What? No! I love it—"

With a huffing laugh, you shake your head. "Then what's the problem?"

He doesn't answer.

"If someone... said something—"

"Nobody did—at least, not directly. I just—I overheard some guys at the bar, talking about how they're bored of their wives." Aether's thumbs absentmindedly rub at your back, at your spine, helping to make the tension leak out of you. "They were drunk, I think. I hope." (I hope, because he already feels terribly sorry for their wives, but for the men to be in their right minds, talking so awful about who they should love.)

"What were they sayin'?"

He shakes his head. "Stuff about how their wives just—lay there, when they're having... y'know. How their wives never even went down on them, and whatever.

It sounded a lot like me, 's all."

"Sunshine," you murmur. "You do blow me."

He squawks, punches lightly at your back. "That's...!"

You giggle. "'m only teasing, honey. I don't like seeing you so upset. But—" in a bid to soothe him, you run your fingers through his long hair, brushing through the tangles that accumulated earlier. "If I ever make you feel unsatisfied, that's a different story; but I love you, I love how you give yourself to me in bed. I know it's embarrassin', but, hell: I adore it. I get off on getting you off."

"But you don't get off half the time!"

You shake your head. "Physically? Sure. But I get off emotionally, every single time." You close your eyes and nuzzle into the crown of his head, burying yourself in the smell of his soft, honey-scented hair. (Where else would the pet name have come from?) "I don't... care, much, for getting anything back. You know this."

"I do."

Smiling, you murmur, "Just makin' sure. You sucking me off—I don't really care for that, most of the time." Laughing, "And God knows I don't want to be fucked. An orgasm doesn't do anything for me, honey. What does it for me—that's seeing you get off, seein' you get all the pleasure you deserve."

Aether groans. "You didn't have to put it that way."

"How'd you prefer I put it?" You tease your hands across his middle, his sides, making him erupt in small giggles as he pushes away from you. You manage to pin him down, spinning the two of you around until you've got him on his back and the blanket half off both of you. "Would you prefer I say how hot it is when you cum for me? How pretty you are when your cock twitches in my mouth? How much I love making you lose your voice? How—"

He yelps, smothering your lips with his hands. You laugh, pressing kisses to his palms as he calms down. "Horndog."

"Yeah," you say when you lean down to rub your noses together, a whisper of a kiss. "Your horndog."

The draft gets in the way of your kisses, forcing you to flop onto Aether and bring the blanket with you, the two of you swaddled up like two peas in a pod. He giggles at your antics, huffing in your face, before he goes limp and still in your hold.

You suppose, then, that it's alright for the sun to be hidden in the clouds—but only sometimes, and only so long as it comes out by the end of the day, to grace you in its glow. A ruddy-red blush blooms across his cheeks, again, just like it did earlier as he was flush to your hips, riding your cock.

The hot-over-warmth of the sun fits in your palms perfectly, and you're almost scared to touch it in fear of it snuffing out; but this is a fear you've long had, ever since you first laid with your sunshine.

"Aether." You push n' pull at him, soft and gentle, letting his limbs fall where you want them but making sure they're comfortable, not aching. He goes easily, sighing into your touch, making cute sounds and simply being so, so perfect in your arms. "God. You're perfect."

He doesn't talk, this time. Really, he rarely does; he much prefers quiet pleas, quiet sounds of pleasure that roll over you in hot, hot waves.

When your hand trails down his belly, following the path of his happy trail by feel alone, you simultaneously lean down and lick at the frantic bob of his Adam's apple. “Can I?” you ask, soft as his skin against your palm. The heat of his mons is emanating, but you're loath to go further, to return to the well-used mess of his cunt, before you’ve got the go-ahead.

You just had sex, after all. As much as you love him, as much as you want to smother him in pleasure and orgasm after orgasm, you don't want to overwhelm him. His cunt’ll be oversensitive, you know, but you want to prove to him how perfect he is to you, how much you love the submissiveness he seems so loathe to accept. He’s bare only inches from your wandering hand, and, you know, too, that he’ll be still slick as well.

“Yeah,” he whispers, tilts his hips up. His cockhead—thick and protruding, still swollen and sensitive from earlier—brushes your finger, and his breath cuts off in a sharp lil’ whimper.

“Easy, honey,” you soothe, sliding your finger off of him and instead taking to rubbing your pointer and middle across his labia, gentle against either side of his cunt. “Let me show you how much I adore you, yeah? I love this, Aeth.” You suckle at the tender skin beneath his ear before you lean back, only slightly, cupping his face with your free hand.

Your thumb rubs across his cheek, warm beneath your touch, and he whimpers again as he rests against you. “You don’t hafta—” he tries to convince you otherwise—convince you against the ache of his cunt, the way his body begs for more of your touch—, but you hush him and slide your thumb across the hot jut of his cock.

“But I want to, honey, believe me.” You move in gentle motions, stroking him enough to make pleasure jump up his spine without overwhelming him—not quite yet, that is. “God, my sweet boy. You're so hard, all for me, so perfect and ready and willing for me. Won’t you let me jerk you off, pretty thing?”

“Yes, please—” he whines, tucking his face into your hand as best he can amidst the molten lava spilling from his cunt. But when your finger jacks him just right, right under the hood of his cock, he arches forward into you, and he starts off with a meak, “I want—” before sharply quieting.

“No, no, none of that, Aeth,” you murmur, forcing his face straight to your own. You smile all soft at him, leaning forward to bump noses in a display of rather juvenile affection—one that never fails to make Aether giggle, even just a little. He huffs amidst it ‘til you continue, asking, “What do you want, darlin’? Anything you want, I'll give to you. All you hafta do is ask.

“Please ask me, honey. I’ll give you anything.” You seal the deal with a soft kiss, licking across his already kissed up, red lips. You've taken to soothingly rubbing you fingers up and down across his labia, these barely-there touches that stoke the flames of his arousal but do little to get him off. It's merely proof that you're there, that you'll never leave. (The touch is as much a reminder of your presence on him as the vestiges of your cum is in him.)

When you break apart, he sucks in a breath and murmurs, humid against your mouth, “I—I want you. Want your fingers.” For good measure, he adds, “In me;” but you're quick on the uptake, and you've already got your two fingers driving from his labia and sliding in smooth n’ deep to the third knuckles. His slick and your own cum coats them as you thrust them in, slow n’ out, soft and wholly gentle-like.

“There’s my good boy,” you coo, curling your fingers upwards towards the swell of his g-spot. It’s long abused, by now, and the gentlest brush against it makes Aether mewl, but you're so, so proud of him, now, and you aim to please him.

Your own cock: you’re not even sure if you're hard or not, chubbed up or not, and you find you don't quite care enough to find out, not when Aether's so perfect on (quite literally) the palm of your hand. “S’good, so good,” he babbles, eyes doe-like while thick tears start bubbling up at the edges of them.

“I know it is, sweet sunshine.”

The sun, half-out from the clouds, is gorgeous in the rain shower. It's shimmering and shining; and it's soaked, Aether’s labia parting for the easy squelch of your fingers in n’ out.

He’s wet ‘nuff to slide in a third finger, still loosened up from your fingers and cock both earlier this evening. Thick, white cum begins to dribble out between your fingers to coat your knuckles, the top of your hand, and you're not sure what's his and what's your own, mixed up and muddled up deep in his cunt.

“Ohh,” he moans, drawn-out as the line of slick that drips to your wrist. If there could, small lil' hearts would surely pop up in his eyes, the glare of the sunshine through water making your heart all soft n’ sappy for this gorgeous man.

“You feel so soft around me, honey,” you murmur, pressing your forehead against his. His breath and yours mingle, his bottom lip hanging slightly open and quivering with each little moan that tumbles past. “So loose n’ open f’r me. How couldn't I love this?”

“I—”

“Shh, Aeth. I got you, honey, my sunshine.” Your hand falls to rest on the side of his neck. You clutch at his tender skin, clasped halfway around his throat with your thumb resting atop his Adam’s apple. It's not a tight hold but any means; instead, it is simply there, a warm presence against the rapid flutter of his pulse. “I adore you, this—” you curl your fingers once more for emphasis, swiveling your palm to grind against the oversensitive swell of his cock. Your palm allows it a reprieve against the concentrated stimulation of your thumb, only moments ago.

“This is my favorite,” you murmur. Then: “Well. Second favorite. You’re my number one.” Cheeky, you kiss his slack-jawed mouth, swallowing up his mewls and other moans. “The most perfect boy in the world, ‘nd I have him all to myself. I’m so, so lucky.”

He nods vehemently, bumping his forehead a bit rough into yours. You laugh, light, and he scrunches his nose at you rather adorably: that is, until your fingers and palm grind just-so, just right, and his entire face slackens—not only his jaw. “Mm!”

“Y’make such pretty sounds, too.” Once you've got a set rhythm—one Aether seems rather amiable to, mewlin’ like a kitten in heat on your hand alone—, you gone in on it, repeating it over n’ over again ‘til those tears begin to stream down his cheeks.

“Let go for me, honey.” You kiss the tears off one cheek as you let them continue to flow down his other one, allowing him the reprieve, the ability to revel in the absolute catharsis the saltwater provides. “Just feel.”

Feel, he does, crying louder and bawling harder, but he fists his hands into your back and aches into you, and he's a goner, just like that. Warmth slathers itself on your palm, your fingers, as you slow your motions with the abating of his orgasm. If you looked, you know there'd be even more white—thick and opaque—smeared across your hand and his cunt, and the thought sends you so dizzy that you simply must kiss your pretty, perfect boy, kiss him ‘till his breath leaves him entirely and he's putty in your arms.

His heartbeat is erratic, a rabbit-quick putter-putter that presses against you, chest to chest as you are. You lean back, just enough, only a bit, waiting until his bleary eyes open, and you're face-to-face with golden sunshine. “Hi, honey.”

Smiling this absolutely adoring, this blinding grin, one that puffs up his flushed cheeks and makes him look so soft, so kissable, so wholly well-fucked, Aether giggles. He fucking giggles, airy and light as anything. The sound of his laughter reels you in with him, wrapping your arms around him—even the one with the hand all covered and cum and slicked up. Your wet hands pressing into his waist makes him erupt in louder lil’ hiccuping laughs.

“What?” you ask, teasing, trying to kiss his cheeks through the way both your chests shake and disrupt the two of you.

He shakes his head, this way and that, a vehement, “Nothing!” falling past his lips. “‘s nothing.”

You pout. “Nuh uh,” you say, because while you’re every bit the adult, every part of the full-grown cock you stuffed up in Aether only hours before, you’re a child at heart, here, with him. You’re allowed the immaturity. “Ain’t nuthin’, if it’s you.”

“I just—” With a sigh, Aether’s giggles taper off, and he rolls the two of you over. He rests on your stomach, belly to belly and soaked cunt to soft cock. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Aeth.”

He doesn’t say anything more, but he smiles, nuzzles down into your throat. You’ll need to clean up, but that can come later—later, when your sunshine is radiant on top of you, resting and basking in the warmth of the room. He is your sunshine in every sense of the word; and that must make you his moon.

If so, you’d gladly revolve around him. It’d be impossible not to.

if i'm given the chance to pick whoever i want, i can guarantee that it'll end up being aether 90% of the time LMAO he's like a motivating force for me, honestly ;; but irregardless, i hope this fulfilled ur lil' idea, anon !!

14 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】#there's just .#there's smth abt a pretty boy submitting himself to me . . .#fully and entirely<3 #sub aether #aether smut #aether x reader #aether genshin impact #sub genshin #genshin smut #genshin x reader #amab reader #dom reader #ftm smut

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feelgoodghoul · 1 year

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no i cant write a 1000 word essay but ill gladly write an almost 3000 word smut fic

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #papa emeritus iv #copia #papa emeritus #cardinal copia #ghost the band #nameless ghouls #papa emeritus 3 #papa popia #terzo x amab reader #terzo emeritus #all the papas

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darlingpwease · 1 year

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Btw, opinion on naga!reader × ftm!yuuta?? 🤨🤨

Ik naga stuff isn't super big but I've been reader some monster works and just– boom ideas, yknow??

-panna cotta

HUMAN-HUBBY!

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour implied, established relationship, power imbalance, mild size kink / size difference, mild predator/prey dynamic, interspecies relationship / xenophilia, talk about cubs, some details about snake physiology, deep kisses with snake-tongue, mind break [yuuta]

hypersexuality, sex marathon, mild primal kink, unprotected sex / breeding, deep penetration + belly bulge, rough treatment, praise (g., r.), double penetration (g.), fingering (g.), hyperstimulation (g.), choking from squeezing by tail (g.), cum inflation (g.), bondage (g., by tail), body worship (r.)

WRITING STYLE: yuuta's genitals are ambiguous but implied as a vagina ('juice', 'hole'), reader's genitals are ambiguous but implied as a dick(s) ('cum')

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, top!reader, monster!reader, dark!yuuta okkotsu, dark!reader

note: 'opinion' hdhdhdhd ESSAY– he's a guy & he has a vagina because I don't know how to properly write gender. anyway–

Yuuta has a rather cold body, freezes easily, but when you wrap tail around his thin, fragile figure, almost teasing him with how toylike he is compared to you, like a small prey, even if your sizes are not so different, he is hot like a stove and just as ruddy, giving you to squeeze him and cuddle to a hot chest without feeling even a hint of resistance, but just hearing frantic heartbeat. And Yuuta doesn't exactly consider himself 'kinky' or having questionable tastes, but when you tease him by lifting your tail, giving him a glimpse to touch it to immediately remove it, or twining around just to remind him what this gorgeous tail is capable of, from which he can't take his eyes off, he understands what's something is wrong with him if even your teasing about how he stares at your gorgeous body for an indecently long time can distract him only for a while before he shyly looks at you again.

Yuuta is so hopeless at hiding how often he is distracted by your tail and how much he doesn't mind when you turn around him, wrapping your arms around his warm neck and asking about his red ears while gently rocking on him, letting him feel how good you are on his warm, non-resisting body, as if begging you not to letting it go out of a tenacious grip. And you, you can't resist, lazily kissing his face and ears, stroking wet neck, gently entwining around his hands so that he does not get in the way, whispering how malleable and harmless he is, so sensitive, so vulnerable to you, allowing you to keep him in this state and intoxicatingly kiss until he whines, feeling your tail rubbing him between thighs, trying to get even more heat.

Unlike him, your body is so cold, needing warmth, hungry and greedy as soon as it finds him, looking for more and more, and Yuuta can't tell you 'no' even when you scratch, trying to get rid of his clothes, almost purring when he enthusiastically rubs against your tail, further inflaming your desire to take advantage of his soft, hot body, from which you are separated only by scraps of clothing — and Yuuta cannot hide the trembling when your claws scratch him, almost touching his skin, knowing that you can leave thin marks on him at any moment, branding him as yours. Unlike you, he is too constrained in movements and too open, even if you actually decide to harm him, Yuuta will not have time to react and is not sure that he will be able to get out even if tries, so tightly squeezed that sometimes it becomes difficult for him to breathe, but does not try to stop you even when your embrace become too strong,

because he feels so good.

Even when your sharp claws get to his stomach, gently stroking, purring into his neck, and Yuuta knows what you want to say, but you just remain silent, stroking sensitive warm skin, almost threateningly scratching it, reminding him how vulnerable and defenseless he is, how frivolous he is when so shamelessly naked, — before slide lower, humming quite when he tries to squeeze hips in a playful gesture rather than in a desire to interfere with you, but, of course, not allowing him to do so.

Yuuta is so wet and hot that you are almost intoxicated; sticky, trembling, breathing heavily when you touch wet underwear, rubbing, holding his hips prettily spread for you, trying not to scratch him, but letting him feel your claws, from which only useless fabric protects him — and from which you easily you get rid of it; biting his hot neck, from which he wheezes, but moaning when you lick a new mark; trying to be as gentle as possible when make his body tremble, squeezing you tightly, as if trying to make you stay inside forever.

Your claws are so tenacious, sharp, dangerously sharp, but when they slide over his thigh, they make him moan enthusiastically while you kissing him as passionately as you can, making him feel almost fucked in mouth while rubbing him between thighs — and disappointed when you gently interrupt the kiss, making him whine with frustration,

forcing him to almost growl in frustration when you leave his wet thighs exposed,

before you hide face in his neck again, soothing him with close presence, ignoring his complaints and pleas to continue, feeling how pulsating and hot, moist, stretched, so perfect, ready to greedily accept everything you want to give him, eager to be full, filled with you.

When you gently snuggle up to him, briefly biting and licking his neck, convincing him to relax, but only making him tremble foreshadowingly, understanding what you want to do when comfortably settle between his thighs, — and whine enthusiastically when you press against, stretching, slowly but continuously filling until you are so as deep as you can, forcing him to accept everything despite how tight he is, as if provoking you to continuously fuck and breed him until his body starts to be perfect for you again.

So hot that you feel how your body start to shake involuntarily, convincing you to grab his hips and fuck until you fill him with your cubs, making sure that they will always be warm and protected inside his soft but strong body, ideal so that you do not stop breeding him even after the first brood, biting him for his neck, irresistibly red with shame and marks, while you fill his defenselessly needy body again and again, hearing him whimper while your cum with his juice flows down his thighs — or when he babbles indistinctly while you open him well, letting the leftovers drain out before stuffing him to the brim again, taking care that he will be bred by you as soon as recovers from old cubs; keeping him as your cute warm mate in whom you can always warm up and whom you can always fuck into unconsciousness.

By the time his trembling thighs are comfortably positioned for the deepest thrusts, Yuuta can no longer help fidgeting, squeezing and releasing you, uselessly trying to move, — and crying enthusiastically when you abruptly push inside and out, making him to whine wistfully only to almost suffocate from a new push, fucking him with lasciviously squelching sounds that he can't help but make, being too wet and soaked, so thirsty when you gently begin to stretch with deep slow thrusts, helping him get used to your size again, steadily fucking — but hurriedly hammering in when Yuuta whines that you tease him, only to immediately falls silent, squeezing you so tightly that you can hardly move, trembling in your hands, before starts to squeeze even harder around you, pulsating, letting you feel how everything inside him, hot and soft, tries to feel you as deep as possible.

When Yuuta cums, moaning your name, begging you not to stop, giving you a great view of his hot, excited body, ready to take even more and cum even harder until you stuff him to such a state that he can't even cum, being able to only mumble pathetically while you continue to fuck him, squeezing him like your little prey, which is unable to even move, let alone realize how much he is shackled and caught, tightly grabbed by you and held like your pretty thing.

When his hot soft supple body lets you push into him even through orgasm, not letting him move away from the ecstatic state to be knocked down again by the sensations of how you stretch him, feel how much his attempts to hinder you are useless when you roughly bred him, fucking his tight hole, letting him feel how thick and big you are for him, how strong you are for silly attempts not to let you drive inside and stuff him, how tenacious when your tongue again strives to his mouth for a new wet deep kiss while you don't stop fucking him raw — but without feeling any rebuff, as if your kiss makes his head spin, and your rough animal thrusts into his hole only make him wetter and enjoying, eager to spread his thighs and mouth even more, so that you don't stop even for a moment, using him and shamelessly enjoying even if it means that then the cum will flow out of his used hole while Yuuta tries to regain consciousness,

even if it means that then he will be stuffed filled with your cubs.

But by the time you are already pushing easily, without wasting time on gentle thrusts, letting Yuuta feel how you use his hot wet body, as if not paying attention to the fact that this is not his third orgasm that he experiences from too pleasant thrusts for someone who should be "used", hearing his wheezing and whining mixed with declarations of love and enthusiastic moans about how good he feels, how wet he is, how much he wants you to spread him, fill him, fuck him until his stomach is rounded and becomes soft from the abundance of your cum in it, flowing down his thighs along with the juices,

so enthusiastic and trembling from too much sensitivity and orgasms that does not immediately understand when you start filling him again before his stomach becomes stuffed not only with cum, forcing him to choke with surprise and amazement, sticking out his tongue, drooling when you slightly slow down the rhythm to give a good take before continuing as it was, ignoring his gasping moans and shocked look of amazement, seeing belly bulge because of how completely you fill him, leaving almost no free space. When the first thrusts make him whine with fullness, feeling so full and stretched and squeezed and fucked that Yuuta can't breathe, just gasping for air, feeling like his body is not in his control, seeing stars in front of his eyes, realizing with blind insane delight how you use him, as if losing control, fucking him to such a state that when you cum, you will definitely make him not only flow with it, but also definitely breed with your cubs, — but if not, then offering him again and again to continue to mate with you,

making him even more addicted from how good it is.

By the time you shake, impulsively warning him about it only to feel how Yuuta squeezes you tightly in a blind unconscious desire to be filled — and giving it to him, slowly fucking even when you cum, trying to be affectionate and stroking him, hearing him cry about how beautiful and good and affectionate and tender and perfect you are, even when you're not pulling out despite his thighs getting wet and soaked by you, being unable to keep everything inside, but also unable to get off or move away, obediently accepting, breathing hard while you kiss his skin, convincing him that everything is fine and that you are almost done, and receiving in response only a lazy semblance of purring and trembling attempts to stroke you in response.

By the time you finish and make sure that everything remains as deep inside him as possible, you can't give up the desire to put him down (despite his dissatisfied whining) and gently spread, shamelessly showing you how your cum drips from how much Yuuta is stuffed with it, feeling almost proud even despite his dissatisfied moan, implying a request to snuggle up to him and stop doing something else, and you can't resist, even if, instead of wrapping yourself around his body, you try to curl up, leaving his body in warmth and sweet bliss while he snuggles close to you, smiling happily.

monster reader go brrrrrr. maybe I'm completely off topic but? no matter. I think I've proved how desperate I am to any idea about them. talk with me pwease,,,,,,

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alsoitsjunie · 2 years

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soo i read that one belch x afab reader piece you wrote and really liked it... any chance you'd be willing to write some smut of our beloved big guy and an amab reader?

YES omg of course i would love to do this. thank you for asking love.

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wait.. you feel like that too?

BELCH X AMAB READER

summary - belch and reader are lowkey stargazing, and they both realize they're fucking in love with eachother. and then nsfw happens .

warnings - SMUTTT, porn with a little plot, amab reader, spit as lube, bottom (ish) reader, riding, fingering (m reader) receiving, other sex things? idk man but i hope you likes it.

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it was late at night, stars filing the navy sky and crickets chirping in the tall grass.

reggie and you were laying on the front hood of his car, staring up into the dark sky, moonlight falling over your bodies like a blanket. a few empty cans of beer were littered in the field just around the car, from the rest of the gang, that had left earlier to head to victor's house.

letting out a soft huff in the silent air around you, you sighed, stretching and rolling to face reggie.

'soo, we're not going to vic's house?' you asked, nervously tapping your fingers on the roof of the car. reg glanced down at your fingers and moved his hand to rest on your fidgeting one.

'no.. i -uh wanted to talk to you?' he said, running his calloused fingertips over your knuckles. you shuddered at the soft touch, feeling your face getting hot at his touch. he noticed your red face and quickly pulled his hand away from yours, eyes flicking anywhere that weren’t yours.

‘do uh- do i make you uncomfortable?’ he asked nervously. your brows furrowed and you cocked your head.

‘uh- it’s just that everytime we’re hanging out you can’t make eye contact with me or anything, and anytime we like accidentally touch hands you freak out and you get super red- like now? i guess i just don’t want to make you feel bad around me.. you’re really important to me.’ he rambled quickly.

you sat there for a second in shock, anxious thoughts flitting through your head. he fucking noticed that? wait can he not tell? i guess now would be a better time than any to let him know..

you let out a short breath and glanced into his worried brown eyes. ‘no reg. you don’t make me uncomfortable.. i get nervous around you because i like you? like as more than friends..’

now reggie was bright red, mouth hanging open a bit and doe eyes never leaving yours. oh shit. fuck now he’s gonna think im weird and im going to have to move to Alaska and change my identity.

reggie swallowed thickly. ‘i think i like you too?’

wait what?

‘what?’ you practically screeched. belch chuckled nervously and turned to lay on his back, staring up at the stars again. ‘i mean, i don’t think i’ve ever felt like this before.. especially not about a guy.. like i get so nervous about being alone with you, because im afraid to say something and make you uncomfortable..y’know?’

slowly you nodded, laughing in disbelief at the fact that this was happening. carefully you leaned over belch’s body, staring into his eyes. he met your gaze, slowly leaning closer to your face. electricity sparked in the air between you two. carefully belch leaned into you, snaking his hand behind your ear and pulling you against his lips.

everything felt right in the world in that moment. your lips fit together like puzzle pieces. you gripped onto his shirt desperately as he moved his big hands to your legs and hoisted you up, and pulling you on top of him. you made out for a good while, heat radiating off of your bodies as your lips battled.

he suddenly moaned in your mouth when you ground down on him a bit too hard. you broke from the kiss to look down at the growing bulge straining against his blue jeans. you smirked and ground down on his again, tearing another groan from his lips. you laughed to yourself but immediately stopped when you caught his gaze again, dark lust clouding his eyes. his fingers dug into your hips and pressed you down against his hard-on, making you moan at the sensation rubbing your hard cock against the fabric of your pants. you whimpered and tugged at the waistband of your pants, quickly pulling out your angry cock and desperately stroking it, watching Reggie’s bulge grow as you did. he groaned and swatted your hand away, replacing it with his own, stroking you fast and hard. your head fell back and you gripped onto his shirt as your moans got higher and louder. quickly your orgasm approached and you rutted against his hand, chasing the release as the coil in your abdomen snapped hard. your head fell back as your cum painted his shirt, soaking into the fabric. he grinned at your disheveled state, running one of his hands through your hair. slowly he dragged two of his fingers to your lips and pushed them inside your mouth, ‘suck.’ he said, pulling your pants down more with his free hand. you sucked on his fingers greedily, feeling high from your past orgasm. he pulled his fingers from your mouth, admiring the string of saliva that hung between them. he reached down and slid them around your puckered asshole, slathering your spit around it, before pushing his fingers in. a loud moan rang from your mouth at the feeling of his thick fingers filling you. he curled them, pushing them in and out against your constricting walls. after finger fucking you for a bit, you could feel another knot in your stomach growing faster and faster. just as you were about to cum, belch pulled his sticky fingers out of your pulsing hole. you whined at the loss of contact. he just chuckled and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers, grunting at the loss of pressure against his aching cock. you whimpered at the sight, grinding against his leg for any kind of friction against you. he grabbed your hips to stop you and lined himself up with your leaking hole and pushed in slowly. a breathless gasp left your mouth and reggie groaned feeling you squeeze around him. he started thrusting in and out of you, soft moans leaving your mouth as he bounced you on his cock, chasing his orgasm and yours building quickly. cum started leaking out of your tip, sliding down the underside of your shaft. reggie gently stroked your cock, getting you closer than before. your orgasm washed over you, making your walls pulse around reggie, pulling his orgasm out of him. thick roped of cum painted your insides, filling you up so that a creamy white ring spilled around the base of his cock. slowly he pulled out and carefully lifted you off him, laying you down next to him on the hood of his car again while your legs quivered. you both laid there in silence, panting and catching your breath.

eventually reggie rolled over to press a kiss to your temple. you sighed contently.

‘so you definitely like me right?’ you asked softly, running you fingers through his soft curls. he laughed at that, a deep heart sound erupting from his chest. ‘i think that’s obvious dude.’

you laughed, but slowly it faded. ‘we can’t tell anyone about this right? people can’t know’ belch sighed. ‘yeah. not unless we want to be run out of town with fucking pitchforks and torches.’ you nodded. ‘but we have eachother, and i think thats all that matters.’ belch sighed and grabbed your waist, pulling you into his warm body.

‘i promise once you graduate, we’re getting the fuck out of this town.’ he muttered, sending warmth through your heart.

we’re getting out this town. you and me.

#belch huggins x reader #belch huggins smut #belch x amab reader #i actually think this is good?#thank you for requesting this love #<3

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