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spooksier · 3 months
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jon: i hate my evil psychic powers 😭😭😭 i dont want my evil psychic powers 😩😔 theyre so evil 😫😫😫 i hate themmm
jon whenever he gets to use his evil psychic powers:
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hangingoffence · 8 months
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whats worse than one joseph? two josephs
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tsukishimakeiswife · 23 days
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nsfw below !
just gojo satoru dragging you to the closest restroom after you get a little too handsy with his best friend geto. or was it the other way around? he doesn't care, and neither do you right now. he practically throws you onto the counter while you try not to fall into the sink with a little yelp.
not a word leaves his mouth as he pulls your lace panties and shoves his pretty cock in your perfect cunt, always so wet for him.
"satoru,-shit- please. we were just talki-" your words are cut off by two long, slender fingers being shoved harshly in your mouth. his pace only gets faster- harder as every second passes. not once does he look away from you, making sure you do the same too.
"this is what you wanted- fuck, yeah? to be stuffed like you deserve. well, i'll make sure of it. i'll see how you're able to walk to him after i'm done with you." shivers run down your spine as you held yourself up, seeking help from the mirror behind you for support as he rammed into you without a care- two fingers in your mouth and two on your clit, fucking you in the way you oh-so loved.
your choked cries and 'slow down's reached gojo perfectly, he understood every single word. but all he did was smirk, as you crumbled underneath him.
he could tell you were close from the way you tightened around him, always so perfect for him. he'd carved your insides to make sure no one could ever please you in the way he does. "close already? my poor baby needs to cum, hm?" he mocked you with that sinister look on his face. he was right. tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to let out a little 'please' before he thrusted into you harder than ever.
but why would he let you win? he's gojo satoru after all. all his movements stopped making you blink your tears away. 'no, how could he?' was all you could think of. the two of you were inches away from each other, bodies still pressed against each other's, but devoid of the pleasure you had moments ago. he took his fingers out of your mouth with a pop before proceeding to put them in his, licking them clean of your saliva.
"no- i'm sorry. please let me cum, i promise i'll be good. please, satoru" you held onto his shirt, tugging it and rocking your hips, hoping for something- anything. you drove him crazy. he was gojo satoru. but because of you, he hesitated. he wanted to give you the pleasure you wanted so good. you sat there so prettily in front of him. wet lips and fucked out face. only he could see you like this, he was gonna make sure of that.
"aww, but my girl looks so pretty when she's flustered," he says, as he wipes off the saliva on ur lips and walks away. he grabbed your panties before shoving them into his pocket.
"we're leaving. gotta finish off what you started here."
a/n- this is my first smut pls i hate it
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nanaslutt · 5 months
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Hi ur work is fucking amazing I love u imagine gojo having to pull away readers head bc he doesn’t want to cum too fast :p
OH MY GOD????? nonnie this made me light headed ur brain is braining
i love YOU tysm for this<3
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: fem reader, use of ‘baby’ and ‘princess’, size kink i couldn’t help myself, dirty talk as always, satoru is absolutely whipped, sweet!gojo, throat fucking, hair pulling, mentions of face sitting at the end :p
MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI
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“you sure u wanna suck it pretty? i’m kinda big.” gojo caresses your the side of your face with a large palm, using his other to give himself slow strokes
you nuzzle your cheek into his palm, looking up at him through your lashes from your place on the floor
“yeah, wanna make you feel good toru, i can take it, promise” you pout up at him, reaching both of your hands up to replace his in stroking his cock
he twitches when you make contact with his flushed dick, your hands barely wrapping all the way around him, “don’t gotta tell me princess, i know you can take it.” he sits on the edge of the bed, one hand on your scalp, the other behind him stabilizing himself, “always take me in ur pretty pussy so well.” he pets your hair softly
you cant lie that looking at him up close like this, seeing the sheer size of his cock compared to your hands is a little intimidating, but you’re nothing if not determined
you lean forward, making eye contact with him now as you stick out your tongue and kitten lick the pre from his tip
he inhaled sharply, hissing on the exhale as you take his tip into your mouth and draw circles on it with your tongue
“mouth ‘s so fucking warm, godd,” he bites his lip, keeping eye contact with you as his grip on your hair tightens
pulling back from his tip you let a glob of spit on him, lubricating the rest of his cock with it while you go back to sucking on his tip,
“you wanna try taking it a little deeper? hmm?how’s that sound princess?” he asks you, feeling good with your current technique but growing a little antsy to feel how your throat constricts his cock
you pull back and nod, still stroking his dick “uh huh, want it” you answer
taking a few deep breaths to ease your nerves before taking him back into your mouth
squeezing your thighs together and letting out little moans around him as you struggle to fit his thick cock inside your mouth,
“yeaahhh, doin so fucking good, keep goin” he encourages you, his thighs twitching every time your moans send vibrations around him
your mouth hurts from the size of him but his reactions are keeping you going strong, bobbing your head back and forth going deeper and deeper every time,
gagging around him when he goes a little bit too deep, “‘s it ok if i help you princess? makin me feel so good but i wanna go a little deeper, that ok?”
“mmhmm,” you nod on his dick making his abs clench at the intense vibration, “you spoil me baby,” he smiles before standing up and taking gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail,
“tap my thigh if you can’t take it,” you barely have time to register his words before he thrusts his hips to the hilt, balls pressed against your chin and he hold you there for a couple beats,
“yeaaahhh this is what i wanted, god stop squeezin ur throat baby,” he laughs before using the strong hold he has to bob you back and forth, “gonna make me cum too soon”
you squeeze your thighs together, his rough treatment on your throat making you feel a lot better than you imagined
continuing to fuck your face, jaw dropping as he lets out profanities, “good- fucking- girl- yesyesyes- take it, fuck!!” he groans with a smile
staring down at you, spit strings and tears covering your face and he’s looking at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen, having to close his eyes because your pretty messy face combined with how good your sucking his cock is just too much for him to handle
gaining a little brainpower back you hum around him, simultaneously rotating your tongue in circles around his cock to the best of your ability, it might’ve worked a little too well as he abruptly yanked your head back, holding you back from him while he quicky grabs the base of his dick with his free hand and squeezes 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝
his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as his breath stutters, short moans leaving him as he tries to concentrate on not embarrassing himself and cumming all over your face so soon
you look up at him after your small coughing fit, slightly confused why he pulled you away so harshly, worried you might’ve hurt him
“fffuuuck” he laughs as his eyes roll back into place from the back of his head and he smiles down at you, “holy fuck baby,” he takes a deep breath before easing his grip on his cock,
“where’d you learn how to suck dick this good huh? almost made me embarrass myself,” he lets you wrap your hands around his cock again, keeping his hold on your hair still, more just guiding you now, “felt that good?” you ask, leaving kisses on his pelvis while you stroked him
“so good baby, make me feel like a virgin.” you giggle, “but i want you to cum for me toru, that’s why i’m doin this,” you move from leaving kisses on his pelvis to kissing his the underside of his cock, all the way to his angry tip
“yeah? wanna give it another go then? already got me this close just by kissin it.” he bites his lip while giving you his signature cocky smirk
you don’t respond, opting to just take him into your mouth, using your hands and mouth together to bring him as much pleasure as possible
moaning around him, drawing circles on his tip, rotating and stroking your hands in time with your bobbing head, he repeatedly bites his lip and jerks forward,
“here is comes princess, you ready? gonna take it all in ur throat for me?” gunna swallow it all, right?” he’s babbling, his grip returning on your hair, wishing he would’ve sat back down as his thighs burn trying to keep himself upright
hips starting to meet your head halfway and you’re moaning, trying to talk around his cock wanting to tell him you’re gonna take it all, how you want him to fill you up, mark your throat as his and the coil snaps
hes hunching over you, gasps and whimpers of your name and little “baby, baby, oh my god”s falling from his lips as he fills your mouth with his cum
swallowing it all as quick as it comes and rubbing your thighs together hearing him sound so vulnerable
when he finally comes down from his high he’s panting so hard, he groans as he pulls his cock back, dripping with your spit and his thick cum away from your warm mouth, “you swallow it all baby?” and you stick out your tongue with a cute little “ahhhh” sound, smiling as you do so
“you’re too good to me princess, love you so much, did such a good job,” he’s caressing your face, spilling out praises, “now cmere n clean me up so i can have you ride my face n feel you squirt all over me.”
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setonallison · 5 days
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maddddstuff · 10 days
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Was it a Dream?
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Established relationship, Ace has been away and when he gets back reader is sleeping. They've discussed somnophilia before and both consented, but this is his first time actually doing. Reader wakes up like half way through, and its a fluffy end. Told from both povs
Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x f!reader
CW: somnophilia!!, established relationship, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex, praise kink, reunion sex, creampie, light overstimulation, some aftercare, Ace is a cutie and deserves a smooch on the forehead
WC: 2k
18+ MDNI
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Ace stumbles into your shared bedroom, exhaustion weighing him down. He’d been gone for more than a week completing a mission for Whitebeard, and he missed you dearly.
The lights are off, making Ace pause. He hadn’t expected you to be awake, especially because he wasn’t due back until tomorrow. Still, he wished he could’ve talked to you. You had been on his mind since he’d left, and he was craving your presence.
Briefly, he contemplated waking you up. He knew you wouldn’t be mad at him. Even still, he felt guilty at the thought of disturbing your rest. You’d always had trouble sleeping, so he was happy to see you resting peacefully.
He closed the door quietly and crept over to your side of the bed. He crouched in front of you, smiling brightly as your face came into view. He softly brushed some of your hair out of your face and bit his lip to keep from sighing when he saw you fully.
You looked so peaceful in your sleep. He loved seeing you like this, looking like you didn’t have a single concern in the world.
He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, careful not to wake you. Reluctantly, he withdrew and moved silently to his side of the bed. He pulled the covers back, crawling into bed next to you. He pauses at the sight of your body, eyebrows drawing together.
To be sure, he brings a flame to light on his index finger, casting just enough light to confirm what he thought he’s seen. He bites back a groan at the sight of you in one of his few t-shirts. Just the t-shirt, and nothing else.
Arousal runs hot through his veins at the sight of your bare legs tangled in the sheets. His cock hardens under his shorts, especially desperate after a week without you. Honestly, he’d been half-hard since seeing your face.
He palms himself through his shorts as he contemplates what to do. You’d talked about this before, and the thought of taking you while you slept was too tempting to resist.
Ace was usually the one fast asleep at inconvenient times, so the two of you had discussed sex while one of you was asleep. Though he’d been the main topic of that conversation, you had also consented to it. He’d never explored this with you before, but he wanted to now.
Still not wanting to wake you, he carefully pulls the sheets down to leave your body uncovered. He trails a hand up your thigh before rolling you over onto your back. He waits to see if you’ll wake up, but you remain passed out.
He feels a rush at the thought of having complete control over you. He wants to please you; maybe have you wake up as you’re cumming on his face. The thought makes him groan.
He positions himself between your legs, spreading them enough to fit his broad shoulders between them.
He breathes in the scent of you, eyes glazing over with lust. He grinds his hips into the mattress, desperate for even a little bit of friction as he pulls the fabric of your panties to the side, revealing your perfect pussy.
He grins at the sight. Oh, how he missed this. He presses his face into your pussy and circles your hole with his tongue. His eyes roll back in his head at the first taste of you.
Unable to help himself, he dives in to eat you out in earnest. His tongue probes in and out of your now dripping hole, nose brushing your clit.
He moves up to wrap his lips around your clit and suck it harshly, flicking his tongue across it as he does.
Two long fingers slide easily into your warmth, making Ace moan against your clit.
You moan softly, stirring in your sleep. He stills, not wanting you to wake up just yet. Luckily for him, you settle and continue sleeping.
Despite your unconscious state, you respond to his ministrations so well. Your hips roll against his face, matching his movements as you chase your pleasure. You clench around his fingers every time he curls them inside of you, rubbing the spongy spot there. He heats them up with his devil fruit powers, increasing the intensity of the sensation.  
Whimpers and whines spill out of your lips, driving him wild. You’re far more vocal while unconscious than you normally are, and he’s addicted. He makes a mental note to tie you up and pry those sounds out of you while you’re conscious at some point in the near future.
He picks up the pace of his tongue as it flicks against your clit, fingers pumping faster. He adds a third finger, groaning into your clit as he feels you clench around him.
You cum with a whine, walls fluttering around his fingers. He continues to drag them in and out of your gushing hole, removing his mouth from your clit to eagerly lap your juices up.
He keeps his eyes on you face as he watches it contort. You’re waking up now, he can tell. He can’t help but grin with anticipation.
You shift in your half-asleep state, frowning in confusion at the pressure between your thighs. You groan softly, trying to close your legs and roll over to the side. You blink your eyes open wearily. Looking down, you almost scream at the sight of Ace grinning up at you from between your legs.
“Oh my god!” You exclaim.
He shushes you frantically, crawling up your body with that same giddy smile.
“You’re here!”
He laughs as your confusion morphs into elation. “I am. I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” You meet his lips as he leans down to kiss you. You taste yourself on your lips, and a realization dawns on you. “I wasn’t dreaming?”
“That depends. Tell me in great detail what you dreamed about.”
You laugh softly, swatting his shoulder as he hovers over you. “You could have woken me up, you know.”
“I know. Is… is it okay that I didn’t?” He looks a bit doubtful, now.
You nod immediately. “This was the best way to wake up.’
He lets out a relieved sigh, “Okay, good. You looked so sweet when you were sleeping, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You did still wake me up though,” You giggle softly. He rolls his eyes at you.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his hips flush against yours. You moan as his rock-hard cock rubs against your slick folds.
He whimpers at the friction, slanting his lips over yours and kissing you harshly to muffle the sound. He continues to rub his cock over you, nudging the tip against your clit every time, making you twitch under him.
“Ready?” He asks, voice breathy as he lines himself up.
You nod, digging your fingers into his shoulders as you feel him start to split you open. He moves slow, savouring the press of every inch into your warm and wet pussy. Once fully seated, he moans at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him as you adjust to his size.
He pulls out slowly, leaving only the tip still in you. He thrusts back in, repeating the motion over and over as he sets a sweet, gentle pace.
You moan into his mouth as he kisses you messily, tongue exploring your mouth as he fucks you nice and slow. The intimacy makes your head spin. You bite his lower lip softly, relishing his whimper.
He grabs one of your hands from his shoulder and pushes it into the mattress next to your head, tangling his fingers with your own. You grip his hand back tightly as his deep thrusts push you close to your orgasm.
“Fuck princess, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me. Squeezing my cock so well, like you were made to take me. I missed this so fucking much, could barely sleep while I was gone ‘cause thoughts of this pretty pussy were driving me crazy.”
You whimper into his mouth, raising your hips to meet each of his thrusts as he starts to move a little faster, chasing his high.
“Yeah, just like that. Always so eager for me. You’re taking me so well, such a good girl for me. Tell me how it feels, princess.”
“So good Ace, feels so so good. I missed your cock, missed how you stretch me out. Tried to get off on my own to thoughts of you but my fingers are no good. You’ve ruined me, can’t get off without you. You fuck me so well.”
His pace quickens, the sound of his skin slamming against yours mingling with the creaking bed and your joint moans as he fucks you both closer to your highs.
You tilt your pelvis, crying out as it grants him even deeper access. You can feel his cock drilling deep inside of you. You’d always thought the term “rearranging one’s guts” was disturbingly hyperbolic, but with Ace’s size you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually managed. You swear you could feel the tip of his cock in your throat.
“I’m so close, princess. Want you to cum with me, can you do that.”
You nod, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten almost to its breaking point. Ace grinds his hips into yours, stimulating your clit, and that sends you crashing over the edge.
You muffle your cry with your hand, not wanting to wake the entire ship up. Your eyes roll back in your head as your shake under him, pleasure sparking through your body, so intense you nearly black out.
Dimly, you feel Ace bite your shoulder to muffle his own cries as he spills his seed deep inside of you, sent over the edge by your walls fluttering around his cock. He pumps into you a few more times, pushing his cum deeper into you.
Reluctantly, he pulls out of you and rolls onto his side. He keeps his hand tangled with yours, pulling your hand to his lips to place a tired kiss to the back of it. You both lie there quietly as you catch your breaths.
He turns to look at you, a dopey smile spread over his face. “I like when you wear my shirts.”
“You need to get more, then. It’s hard to find any that still smell like you because you never wear them,” You grin as you chide him playfully.
“I’ll consider it,” He laughs.
He sits up, stretching as he does. You watch his muscles ripple, openly ogling him. You know he can feel you watching him, but he doesn’t comment. He’s used to it by now.
He rolls over you and brings your legs up, planting your feet on the bed next to your hips. He moves down again, face pressed to your satisfied pussy.
“Ace, wha­–”
“Gotta clean up my mess,” He mumbles, licking up your combined cum as it starts to drip out of you.
You whimper, caught somewhere between being turned on and being overstimulated. He makes quick work of lapping your juices up, relishing the taste but not wanting to torture you. He can tell how sensitive you are by the way you twitch under his tongue.
Once done, he rolls back over and crawls up your body enough to rest his head on your chest. His arms tighten around your waist as he uses you as a pillow. You wrap your arms around him, one hand stroking his hair softly. You relish the feel of his silky strands beneath your fingers. He falls asleep almost immediately in your arms, making you smile. He always said he felt safe there, which always made you feel special. You felt the same about him.
You drift off to sleep not long after, body deliciously sore and a content smile across your face.
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ovxymoron · 3 months
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Kim Dokja my beloved
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corysius · 8 months
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Babygirling himself for xiao jiu, super important work he's doing
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Save me Kim Kitsuragi… Kim Kitsuragi… Kim Kitsuragi save me….
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mithsd · 1 year
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cherrytokio · 17 days
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bill kaulitz kinda vibe....>_<
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pinksartdump · 2 months
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I needed a phone Background *shrug*
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matisxz · 2 months
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stars / esteban kukuriczka
summary: esteban has been interested in you for some time, he finally finds the perfect opportunity to make the first step. tw: none, just pure fluff. words count: 2.4k
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"and, cut!" said bayona. with that, the shooting for "la sociedad de la nieve" were officially over. the movie we had been working on for the past 5 months had just come to an end, and with it all the afternoons spent with the boys rehearsing the scenes, laughing and reading the book. it was a strange feeling and as bayona said this, before cheering, everyone looked at him in silence, realizing that with that word a piece of their lives was going away. but soon after that matias, fran and agustin ran towards jota who was already laughing and took him in their arms, throwing him in the air and catching him, while all the other cast members had gathered around them, singing and laughing. i was leaning against the nearest wall, watching them smiling, when someone next to me said "that was great, huh?" i turned suddenly, surprised, and saw that at my side was esteban, the calmest of them, and perhaps the only one with whom i hadn't become so close. i looked up to meet his gaze and with a nostalgic smile i said "that was amazing" as i stroked my arm. the boys were now carrying jota on their shoulders all around the room. i looked in their direction and laughed at the sight. we stayed like that for some time, glancing awkwardly at each other every once in a while but then always looking towards the boys.
"hey" said esteban suddenly, bringing me back to reality "did agustin told you that there's a party tonight?" "uhm, no?" i turned to face him and looked at him curiously, looking for explanations. agustin was my best friend and always told me everything, we never went to a party without each other. maybe he had forgotten to tell me, because of the filming he had always had a lot to do. i waited a while before i got an aswer from esteban. "yeah, we organized something small at mine to celebrate, since the filming's over." he said while stroking the back of his neck nervously. i looked at him waiting for him to go on, and then he spoke again. "do you want to come?" a little smile formed on his lips as he said this. "yeah, sure i'll be there." i said with a big smile and his eyes began to shimmer as i spoke. "i'll see you later then" i told him smiling as i started walking towards the exit. we didn't even realize that everyone had left, leaving us alone in that big room. i waved to him one last time, just as i walked out the door, before closing it behind me. as i got out i reached agustin, who was leaning on his car chatting with matias. “you didn’t tell me there was a party tonight?” i scolded him, hitting him on his shoulder. we were inseparable since we were kids and we always told each other everything. matias started to laugh as agustin pretended to have hurt himself. “sorry, i completely forgot about it.” he said “who told you anyway?” he asked with an interrogative tone. “esteban just told me.” i answered looking at my shoes, while my cheeks got red. "uuuuh" said matias laughing with agustin. "finally." he replied, rolling his eyes. I decided to ignore what had just happened, i was tired of his childish ways. "okay, so i'll see you tonight?" i asked them both, while desperately searching for my car keys in my pockets. "see you tonight." they both responded in chorus, smiling mischievously.
i rang the bell and bit my nails while i waited. i had never been to esteban's house. we have never spoken much to each other despite having practically spent 5 months together. i've always admired him from afar and i've noticed that he doesn't talk much, he keeps to himself, but he has developed wonderful relationships with all the cast members. and, during the endless evenings in which they played their parts over and over again, i found myself unconsciously looking at him, his perfect nose, his mouth and his eyes that lit up every time he got into character.
after a while enzo opened the door "y/n! thank god you're here." i took off my jacket while getting inside "why do you say that? has agustin already started drinking?" i asked him laughing. "unfortunately yes" he replied, ironically rubbing his hand on his face, as if to say 'I can't stand being around him anymore' in fact as soon as i turned i saw agustin who was laughing with fran. seeing this, a small laugh escaped my lips.
i placed my jacket on a chair and approached them, taking a drink from the table. fran was telling agustin about some things that happened behind the scenes and he was laughing out loud. as soon as they saw me they immediately became serious, greeting me warmly. "hi y/n! how are you?" fran asked me, hugging me and smiling at me. "everything's fine. happy filming is over!" i said happily and putting my arm around agustin's shoulders in a friendly way. "have you already started drinking? it's only 10." i whispered in his ear. "oh, stop it!" he said taking my drink from my hand and drinking it. "hey!" i said trying to reach for it but agustin had already drunk it all. "i can't be around you when you act like this. you're insufferable, you know that?" i asked him angrily. he looked at me with a lost gaze and i understood he was already gone. i sighed. that was going to be a long night.
"and then he slipped on the ice and fell on his face!" matias bursted out laughing as blas spoke. they were telling me about that time they were filming on the mountains one of the most important scenes and agustin well, fell in the middle of filming. we were all laughing except for him. "do you want me to tell her about that time you forgot your line, your most important line, in the middle of the scene?" he threatened him. "hey" enzo put a hand on his chest "that happened to everybody, like that time when you-" "okay guys, that's enough" blas interjected, to separate the two of them. i was still laughing while my gaze went all around the room. i noticed that someone from our group was missing. esteban.
he was sitting on the sofa, looking at us, at me. i realized that from the moment i arrived, from the moment i entered his house, i hadn't even greeted him. silently, while the others were still arguing, i walked away to join esteban. sitting on the sofa with a glass in his hand, his eyes were fixed on mine until i sat down next to him. i smiled sweetly at him "forgive me if i didn't say hello before, but there was a little problem with agustin." my gaze went from his face to the scene that was unfolding in front of us: agustin was taking everyone's glasses to drink them. esteban laughed softly and his eyes closed in the sweetest way, his freckles shining in the darkness of the room.
"there's no problem, of course." he turned to me, smiling. we looked at each other for a few moments, without saying anything. i could no longer hear the screams and laughter of the boys, but only the beating of my heart thundering in my ears.
“y/n?” "sorry what?" i must have been dazed because i woke up hearing esteban's voice. “i just asked you if you wanted to come out on the balcony with me to smoke a cigarette” he repeated to me in the sweetest tone I had ever heard. esteban was the kindest and most helpful person i knew, he was always considerate towards everyone and it was difficult not to love him. and, oh god, he was handsome: everything about him was perfect: his face, his hands, his arms.
the balcony wasn't particularly spacious, it was just enough for two people. when he closed the glass door behind us all the noises and music coming from the room were muffled. i smiled at that thought, it was as if the whole world went silent, and we were in our little bubble. but then i realized that it was cold, very cold. my dress certainly wasn't made to keep me warm so i found myself shaking like a leaf. i leaned on the balcony railing seeking relief but instead only made the situation worse, feeling the cold iron on my exposed back. esteban had noticed me at that moment and, when he finished rolling his cigarette and put the pack of tobacco back in his pocket, he asked me "do you want to go back inside?" with a cigarette in his mouth. he was more handsome than ever, carefree hair, cheeks and nose red from the cold and bright eyes.
“no don't worry” i told him smiling “i just have to get used to it” he nodded, looking at me then at the ground. he leaned on the railing next to me, lighting his cigarette and releasing the smoke in little clouds from his mouth. i felt nervous: i didn't know what to say and i was freezing to death. “maybe you want my jacket?” he asked me suddenly, turning to look down at me. he smiled and as I nodded he gave it to me. i put it on and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. “oh my god, thank you so much.” he just gave me his jacket. that was completely normal, no need to act strange. right?
“so,” he said, leaning on the railing, taking a drag on his cigarette, “what are you going to do now that filming is over?” he released the smoke and turned to me. “i think i'll go back to studying, i have a degree to get” i laughed but immediately stopped as soon as i realized that my life from that moment on would never be the same again. i had to go back to my old boring routine. “and you?" i asked him curiously “will you continue acting?” i knew that esteban had always been an actor, and a very talented one, but maybe he had other plans for his future?
“i'll go back to acting in the theater” he replied, smiling at me “i'm very happy to have taken part in this movie, but the theater is my life” every time i heard him talk to others about the theater i saw how excited he was and how his eyes shone. it was nice to see him get excited about what he loved, he had the purest soul. “that’s nice! maybe i’ll come and see how you’re doing sometimes.” i said grinning and smiling at the same time. “i would be very happy if you did” he told me in a flirty tone, getting closer to my face. but laughed it off beacuse i was too embarrassed even just to look in his eyes.
the conversation went on without problems, we talked about this and that, laughing and joking. but after a while we realized that we had been out for almost two hours. “maybe we should go back” i told him, shrugging my shoulders and looking inside: enzo had just put “vivo” by gustavo cerati, one of my favorite songs, on the stereo, and i wanted to go inside with esteban to sing it. “yeah here, i'll finish this cigarette in a minute.” he replied, turning his back on me.
perhaps because of the alcohol or perhaps because all of a sudden i felt particularly brave, i let my body adhere perfectly to his, resting my chin on his shoulder and closing my eyes. everything was perfect: that night, the background music, the stars, him. i felt him relax at my touch and take the last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. he moved from his position and so did i from mine. we found ourselves facing each other and looking into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours, but then he put one hand on my cheek and the other on my waist. i slightly jumped at that contact, but it didn't bother me: it was what i had been waiting for since the first moment my eyes met his.
“can i tell you something?” he asked me in a whisper, his gaze not leaving mine. “yes please.” i answered immediately, eager to know what he wanted to tell me. some time passed before he spoke again, until he finally said “ "i just really enjoy spending time with you and you really have become someone very special to me and-" my eyes lit up the moment he started talking, in that very moment i was admiring him in all his beauty. “oh fuck it” he said exasperated, as he couldn't find the words to finish his speech. so the hand that was resting on my waist reached my cheek, caressing it, and his lips rested softly on mine.
it was a sweet kiss, his lips were cautious on mine, and i could feel him smiling. he broke away from the kiss and ran his thumb over my lips, smiling at me. i knew i was blushing unexpectedly but i felt reassured when i saw a bit of embarrassment on his face too. “as much as i would love to stay here with you all evening, we really have to go back now.” i told him, looking up and chuckling softly. “yes, maybe you’re right.” he replied, letting me go. when we returned, agustin approached us, more drunk than ever, who immediately hugged esteban. “kuku! where were you? we were looking for you! why are you blushing?” he asked, looking serious and inspecting his face. “i'm not blushing, it's just very hot.” esteban replied embarrassed, looking away. luckily i was behind him and agustin didn't see me laugh.
”kuku, it's literally snowing as we speak” i looked outside and yes, it was snowing. in that moment i started laughing, the situation was just too crazy, while agustin looked at me with an interrogative gaze, he wasn't understanding what was happening. as soon as i finished laughing i said “sorry, i'm going to get a glass of water.” as soon as i turned i headed towards the kitchen, winking at esteban. the last thing i could hear was agustin talking to him “you have to tell us everything, everything!”
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Move me, Baby
Rating: Mature, 18+, MDNI (Please, I really really don't want to have to block you, I write fluff too, go look at that.)
Pairing: Andrew Hozier X fem!Reader (not proofread)
Warnings: No use of Y/n because I personally find it unbearable to read, soft dom Andrew, thigh riding, body worship, nipple play (Female receiving) begging if you squint, scent kink also if you squint, Andrew being the sweetest little sweetie pie, heavy on the praise kink, heavy on the teasing, encouragement,I tried really hard to write a plotless smut but it turned into passionate love making, Your honor they’re in love!
Summary:It’s a lazy afternoon, and you’re watching Andrew write music, one of your favorite activities. Usually you let him do his thing, not wanting to disturb him, and today is just like any other, until you happen to hear some of the lyrics he’s written, coming to the realization of what he’s thinking while he’s writing about you (set during the writing process of Wasteland, Baby!, specifically the writing of Movement because I am utterly obsessed with that song, and I have been ITCHING to put this idea into words for WEEKS. I apologize for nothing.)
Word count: 2.5k ish, give or take maybe 100 words
You couldn’t help but stare at him as he sat there, guitar in his lap, plucking away at the strings and quietly whispering a few words that came to mind. He writes down the words that stick in a notebook, which he has used beyond the point of disrepair.
There were pages that were practically falling out, filled with songs and poems, some of which were about you, that much you knew, though he had yet to play any of them for you, claiming it “Ruined the surprise” Of getting to show you the new album once it was finished.
His words were barely able to be heard between his low tone and the distance between the two of you. You could tell tough, that whatever he was writing was going well, he had only been working for a few hours, but he had already come up with over half a page of lyrics. Rarely did you see him work this fast, so whatever it was was either something important to him that he felt needed to be said, or it was something that he felt deeply in the moment.
His voice grows slightly louder as he runs back a few lines to go over what he had written, just barely loud enough that I can make out the words.
“When you move
I can recall somethin’ that’s gone from me
When you move
Honey, I’m put in awe of something so flawed and free”
I smile a bit at the words. He’s the kind of person who could so effortlessly put his thoughts into something so poetic and beautiful. You had been listening to his music for years, long before the two of you met, and yet you found yourself in awe of the things his mind was capable of every time.
“So move me, baby,
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally
Move me, baby”
Oh.
“So move me, baby
Like you’ve nothin’ left to prove
And nothin’ to lose
Move me, baby”
Oh.
You’re taken slightly aback by the words falling so effortlessly from his mouth. The way their meaning, bordering on sacrilegious, sounded as if he were praying to the most sacred deity as it dripped like honey from his mouth.
This was a rarity, even as you had moved in with him, being able to see the entirety of his musical process, you never got to hear any of his music before it was finished, unless something really stumped him and he needed your thoughts on it.
Everything about having heard him felt like an invasion of his privacy, and yet the idea of the thoughts that must have been running through his head for hours while he had been writing set your entire body on fire.
It took everything within you not to run over there and jump his bones on the spot if you were being honest.
Watching his hands pick at the strings, his hold on the neck gentle while his fingers moved from chord to chord, you were in complete awe of him. You wondered for a moment if his hands would be so gentle if you were there, in his lap instead of the instrument.
“Shit, you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Andrew's almost panicked voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to reality.
You must have looked absolutely dumbfounded, you had to consciously pick your jaw up from where it was, having gone almost completely slack. It took you a moment to find your voice, whispering as you stood from your place on the bed that the two of you shared, “I’m glad I did though.”
You muster up a smile as you make your way over to the chair he had placed himself in early that morning. It was almost too small to house his large frame, his legs were too long to sit comfortably in most chairs, and at times it made you question why he didn't have a higher chair made so that he could sit comfortably in that same corner while he was writing.
Having made your way over to him, you gently take the guitar from his hands, setting it on its usual stand a few feet away, before taking your place on his lap, facing him.
He giggles a little bit at your antics. “Hey, I was using that.” His tone is playful, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose as his hands move to sit comfortably on your back,lifting his shirt that you were wearing just high enough so that he could touch your skin, his hands spanning far enough to reach just below the waistline of the lacy underwear you were wearing, holding you secure on his one leg that you had placed yourself on top of, straddling just above his knee.
“Where’d you come up with the idea for that song anyways?” You rocked yourself gently on his thigh, just once, lightly enough to pass off as you trying to get comfortable, but you both knew that that was not the goal in what you were doing. You could tell by the slightest of smiles, almost a smirk gracing his lips that he knew exactly what you were trying to do.
Looking at you through hooded eyes, almost daring you to keep going, he moved his just slightly lower, moving underneath the lace that served as the only barrier between your core and his clothed thigh. “Ehm… I was just thinking about you,” he paused momentarily, only to move your hips farther up his thigh, closer to him, his face now a mere centimeters from your neck as he continued speaking. “And the idea came to me.”
His voice was steady while doing so, almost taunting, chuckling lightly as he heard the shift in your breathing. He loved watching you go from that confident state, coming over to take what you wanted, to putty in his hands the second he gave you any kind of attention.
There you were, straddling his thigh after having come over with all the confidence in the world, now shaking, practically a mess, already leaving a wet spot on his pants in your wake and he had barely even touched you. It never ceased to amaze you how quickly he could get you so wound up.
You let out a small whimper, barely even audible as he placed a soft kiss underneath your ear. “Oh, my love how sweetly you sing for me.”
His honeyed words were dripping with lust. As your hips began moving, this time of their own accord, against his thigh. You moved ever so slowly, almost shying away from the way your body reacted to him, as if you were embarrassed by how weak you were to his touch but nevertheless, needy for any friction you could create between the two of you.
After a few moments of this, his eye look up to meet yours, and you can feel the blood pooling in your cheeks the more you look into his eyes, realizing what was going on, realizing how you probably looked.
He had the biggest smile on his face looking at you though. All the love and adoration in the world was held in that stare. “You’re doing so good baby”
He uses his hands to guide you through the motions, pressing you down onto his thigh harder in a way that drives you absolutely crazy, a sentiment that is reflected in the way you almost immediately moan his name.
You’re almost positive that your face is beat red and your hips snap back and forth. You’re nothing short of a moaning mess on his lap, his touch melting you into a puddle of the sounds that escape your lips as you increase the pressure applied by your hips.
Any reservations that you had about not wanting to embarrass yourself had thrown themselves out the window. You were so wrapped up with the pooling heat between your legs that you barely even registered Andrew lifting your shirt over your head and carelessly discarding it somewhere across the room before his hands returned to you, this time starting at your breasts, teasing your nipples between his thumb and forefinger on each hand.
“Andrew, please.” The words come out louder than expected, and needier, between gasps and moans, you weren’t even sure if he could understand you through the string of moans and profanities you were all but screaming.
“You look so pretty, darling, all worked up for me.” His voice was low and his eyes were unwavering, moving all over you, unable to settle on a single part of which he longed to see most.
“Your pretty face, mouth open like that just for me.” He met his lips with your just briefly, moving his lips down your cheek, moving to your jaw, all the way to the base of your throat.
“That beautiful voice of yours, all the sounds it makes for me.” He continues his descent, dipping his head between his hands, kissing the valley between your breasts a few times before moving his hands down to your waist moving his face to place a kiss on your right nipple, then your left.
“This body of yours is nothing short of utterly and absolutely breathtaking.” He continues his descent with his hands, while his mouth returns to your neck, leaving kisses and bites and sucking on the sensitive area, leaving not a single inch of the skin he touches unmarked.
Your pace is relentless at this point, your hips snapping back and forth against him with what can only be described as pure, unbridled desperation. The way his hands roam your body, the way your core rubs against him, it’s the only thing you can focus on for longer than maybe half a second.
Your face finds it way to the crook of his neck, biting not so lightly on a spot smack in the middle of the left side of his neck and the gran he lets out is incredible.
His hands have traveled lower by now, his right hand resting in its former spot, encouraging your hips, all the while his right hand has traveled down your front, and is now resting underneath the thin layer of lace, the only article of clothing still on your body, rubbing painstakingly slow circles around the bundle of nerves between your thighs.
It’s all that you can do not to come unraveled right at the first moment of contact. You push your face further into his neck, not sure if you're trying to dampen the sound of your own moans or if you're making an attempt to suffocate in his scent, either way, you’re doing everything you can to hold the last pieces of yourself together.
“Eyes on me, darling.” His fingers are still moving at that agonizing pace, while your hips continue their movements, silently begging him to pick up the pace. You face stays put, buried deeply in the crook of his neck.
“Come on, my love, let me see that pretty face of yours. I’d like to watch myself become your undoing if it's all the same to you.” This time, you obey, Lifting your head out of its hiding place to meet his eyes. “There’s my pretty girl.” He smiles so brightly at you.
You’re eyes are pleading with him at this point, begging for release as he maintains his slow pace.
“Please, Please, Please, Please,” You repeat the word over and over like a chant, a mantra.
A rather breathy chuckle leaves his lips and he places another small kiss on your lips before asking. “What is it you want sweetheart?”
You throw your head back and groan at his antics, knowing he wont give you the release that you so desperately need until you ask for it. “Please, Andrew, you know what I want.”
He lets out a laugh, not anything mean spirited, just playful, you know all too well that not asking directly is going to get you absolutely nowhere, but to save yourself your last shred of dignity before you just come right out and beg, you do always give it one good try.
“Do enlighten me, love, how am I to know what you want if you haven’t asked for it?” His smile is wicked by this point. He knows he always get what he wants out of you. He knows just how to bend you to his every whim.
“God damn it Andrew, please just let me come” you’re visibly shaking by this point, both with frustration and from the effort you’re putting in not to finish without his permission.
“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” The pace of his hand gradually picks up and your already rather loud moans turn into what borders on screams. You quickly make a mental note to apologize to the neighbors at a later date.
“Three” He begins counting down, again, painfully slow and you feel the ever tightening knot in your abdomen begin to pull so tight it’s almost painful.
“Two” The seconds that it takes him to count down feel like hours, days even, as you do everything you can to prevent that knot from snapping, including screwing your eyes shut, an action that Andrew seems to take personal offense to, based on his tone “Open those pretty little eyes for me or I will start over.” Your eyes shoot open.
“One” you're on your last leg if you're being honest. You need him to say those words, and quickly.
“Come for me, my love.” At his words, you feel all of that pleasure climax and the knot in your abdomen snaps, releasing all of that pressure that’s been building up for however long the two of you have been there.
The world seems to spin, all the while his fingers still slowly circling your clit, making you twitch and squirm, while he whispers in your ear how good you did and how proud he is of you.
By the end of it, you’re completely limp against his chest, panting, twitching and still moaning even though his hands have both moved to the back of your head, smoothing your hair down from its now wild state, sticking to the beads of sweat on your forehead. He kisses your temple a few times and moves you from your position straddling his leg to cradle you in his arms while he waits for you to calm down.
It takes you a few minutes to regain your sanity. “Do you want me to let you go back to writing?” You ask in a whisper, still tucked tightly against his chest.
He laughs at the thought. “Oh no, my love. After that divine scene I just witnessed, no. I’m not quite finished with you yet.”
N E ways,I wrote that all in the span of like 4 hours, everybody clap. I’ll probably post some fluff in a few days, who knows.
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