𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍.

[luxesiren]

…𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 𝑨𝑳𝑳

☠︎︎ 𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑵, twenty-two, black, she/her, armin’s babygirl (real), peter parker’s gf, dabi’s sweetheart, chrollo’s passenger princess. requests and ask box is open.

♱ — 𝓻ules / 𝓪bt 𝓶e / 𝓶asterlist / 𝓽aglist / 𝔀ill & 𝔀on’t /

…𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑳

𝓶ost 𝓻ecent … i wanna try something (peter parker x blk reader)

inspo: kpop group 𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑬𝒁.

© 𝑳𝑼𝑿𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑵… do not steal, copy, or repost anywhere else

[chosovixen]

ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ (ᴋᴀᴛᴀʀᴀ x ᴀᴀɴɢ x ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴅʏ)

ᴄᴡ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.6ᴋ

Again. It happened again.

A creation Aang had manifested from his stress had been running rampant. It wasn't easy being the Avatar, but no one expected things like this to happen. No one even knew things like this could happen. It was taking a toll on the group and everyone who may have been involved, and Aang felt horrible. He needed to get this under control but he didn't know what this was or how to begin stopping it.

Aang’s breath came ragged, the ground beneath him still humming with the echo of what he’d conjured and defeated. What looked to be ashy footprints littered the dirt like fragments of a nightmare refusing to fade.

Katara touched his sleeve. “Hey.” No judgment, just the calm of her voice like honey melting in warm water. “You okay?” she asks. Aang gives a half smile and nods.

“Come, sit with me,” she says. They climbed a hill a little away from camp, where the wind shared peaceful secrets with the rustling leaves. Aang folded his legs. Katara settled across from him, mirroring his posture.

“We’re going to find a way to stop this,” She reassured. “No matter how long it takes.”

Aang stared at his hands. “I don’t even know what ‘this’ is. What if…what if there is no way to stop this, Katara?” He sounded almost broken—like he was scared.

“Listen to me,” She reached forward, extending her hand to him, close enough for him to take if he wanted, far enough to let him choose. “You’re carrying the weight of the Avatar, and it’s getting you worked up, spilling over in ways no one can begin to understand yet. But we can try to understand it. Start with your breathing.”

“This is silly,” he chuckles dismissively.

“Aang,” She warns and he straightens up, clearing his throat.

He followed her instructions—eyes closed, breath in, hold, breath out—until the tremor in his chest evened.

“Now,” Katara said softly, “I want you to think of something that calms you. Someplace safe. Someone who makes you feel safe.”

Aang’s eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed as he took another deep breath. The wind suddenly stilled, and his mind went to warmth: the feel of Appa’s fur under his palms, the sound of his friends' laughter, the moonlight on water, the steadiness that always came when Katara stood near. A smile tugged at his lips, timid and honest, and seeing Aang smile made Katara smile.

Suddenly the lake’s surface rippled. Aang felt the shift—his eyes opened as he reached out to Katara, almost as if he were trying to shield her from whatever trouble they may encounter. Then, he saw it. A figure stood at the water’s edge, haloed in mist.

He breathed a shuddering breath, as if it almost hurt to do so. Aang stood—Katara didn’t miss a beat and stood too. They motioned closer, carefully—like little birds letting the wind push them forward while remaining prepared to stop instantly.

“H-hello?” Aang called out. No answer. The figure just stood there with its head down. Aang looked at Katara and she shrugged, prompting him to move forward. As they stepped closer, leaves crunched under their feet, making them both halt, eyes widening.

The figure looked up, sending a shiver down both of their spines. She looked like Katara, and didn’t. The same sure stance, the same quiet gravity and confidence—but her face was veiled and painted red, crimson lips bright as a wound. A reed hat shadowed her eyes, and the long sash at her waist stirred as if a tide moved through it. She was the Painted Lady, the river spirit from hushed stories—compassion wrapped in mystery.

Katara’s breath caught. “Aang… did you—?”

“I didn’t mean to.” He swallowed, staring at the apparition he’d pulled from the part of himself that reached for comfort. “I-I was thinking of you, how you make me feel….” He winced. “But she’s—I don’t know.” He looked back at the Painted Lady, his throat feeling dry and cheeks burning.

The Painted Lady tilted her head, the gesture so achingly familiar it made Aang’s chest ache. She carefully walked across the lake before stopping in the grass. “Okay, maybe this is good.”

“How is this good?” Aang whispered.

“Because this tells us something.” Katara’s voice was steady despite Aang’s panicking. “Your stress made those violent creatures—shapes without a purpose. But when you remained calm, you gave your apparition a story to try on.” She nodded toward the Painted Lady.

Aang’s gaze softened. “I didn’t choose her on purpose.” He murmured.

“Not with your head,” Katara said gently. “But with your heart.” She smiled.

Aang looked down, twiddling his thumbs. “If I can make these things appear by accident, what stops them from hurting people?”

Katara motioned for him to sit beside her—their shoulders touching. “Intention. Practice. We can treat this like any other form of bending—only it’s inside you.” She pointed to the Painted Lady, who waited with patient stillness on the grass. “Let’s try something. Ask her to come sit with us.”

Aang hesitated, then spoke, voice as careful as if he were holding fine china. “Please… sit with us.”

The Painted Lady stalked gracefully towards them, before sitting right in front of Aang—her hands resting in her lap. The proximity makes his cheeks flush as he scoots back a bit. Katara notices and giggles. “Good. Now breathe, and tell her how you want her to exist.”

“How I want her to exist?” Aang repeats. “I-I don't know,” he stutters.

“Aang relax,” Katara coos.

“This is just…all so stressful,” He breathes, holding his head in his hands. Katara sighs as she rubs his back.

The Painted Lady peers up at him, her eyes intense and filled with something. Katara’s gaze shifts to hers and they stare at each other for a minute—they hold that gaze longer, like they were trying to telepathically tell each other something and that's when Katara notices the Painted Lady smirk just a bit. She returns it, her hand still soothing Aang. Silently they plot through their eyes and before you know it Katara is motioning for the Painted Lady to come closer.

Now seated between his legs was Katara—or a version of Katara he had manifested. Aang removes his hands from his face, looks up and jolts slightly. “Oh…hey,” he says in a shaky breath—almost shy.

She doesn't respond, just looks at Katara almost as if she's asking her for permission to touch Aang. Katara nods and the Painted Lady carefully and teasingly smoothes her hands up Aang’s thighs. They're muscular and she could feel him tensing under her touch.

“What are you doing?” He breathes.

“Shh, just helping you relax,” Katara interjects. Her hands move to cup his face, making him look at her.

“We’re out in the open,” He bites back a whine. He tries to check his surroundings, but Katara gently snaps his head back to her gaze.

“No one is coming up here,” Katara says sure of herself.

The Painted Lady worked her way up to the hem of his pants, tugging slightly. Katara sneakily slid behind him—her chest pressed firmly against his back.

His heart rate picks up—if you listened closely you could probably hear it beating against his ribcage. Katara's voice was a bit deeper, still soothing but this tone made his cock twitch. He bit his bottom lip, trying, and failing to suppress a moan as his pants slowly were pulled off. The cool air and gentle breeze against his cock made him hunch over slightly—his lips parted and he let out a shaky whimper. Katara couldn't help but smirk deviously. He was already leaking precum, the tip an angry red. The Painted Lady’s hands find purchase on Aang’s thighs again.

His hips buck upward slightly and Katara gently grabs his throat and squeezes. “Hold still,” she purrs in his ear—a breathy whine escapes his lips as his fingers dig into the earth beneath him. He pants softly even though nothing has happened…pathetic. Katara nods towards the Painted Lady who needs no further instruction before wrapping her hands around his cock. He lets out a deep groan that rumbles in his chest, his head falls back and rolls against Katara's shoulder, making her squeeze his throat tighter.

Aang’s breathing was labored as he felt the Painted Lady’s dainty hand grip his cock, pumping painstakingly slow. He needed more, so much more that he bucked his hips again to chase the feeling.

A sudden sharp slap was planted on his thigh, making him jolt and wince slightly. He was shocked—Katara was shocked as they looked down at the Painted Lady. “Stay still,” she growled. Aang’s ears burned, his whole face was a red hue as the Painted Lady stared at him intensely, burning a hole through his head. Katara’s hands moved from his throat down to his wrist, pinning them behind his back.

Katara’s lips grazed his earlobe gently. “You heard her, stay still,” Katara whispers before biting his ear.

“Yes ma’am,” Aang whimpers. The Painted Lady looks up at him with a fierce gaze—she pulls her hands away just for a moment before crudely spitting on his cock, making him moan deeply. Her hands are back on him in seconds, pumping his thick length and watching how the foreskin pulls back to reveal his leaky tip.

He’s a mess, it’s too much. The way the Painted Lady’s wrist flicked while stroking him and how Katara kissed his jaw and neck was driving him insane. He felt hot all over—like he was about to explode as he moaned uncontrollably. She starts pumping him faster, her spit and his precum making it so easy for her hand to work him.

“Feels good?” Katara coos. “You look so pretty like this,” she teases. Aang almost loses it as he leans back into Katara’s touch—his hands straining against hers to break free. All he could do was whimper softly as his lips stay parted.

Aang starts panting heavily—he can feel his core tightening, legs trembling as his cock twitches in her hands. “Look at you, doing so good for the both of us,” Katara whispers.

“I’m-,” he groans deeply as his whole body tenses. Before he can even get the words out, his cum paints his lower abdomen and his lap—covering the Painted Lady’s hand in thick ropes.

“You came already?” Katara taunts. Aang’s whole face turns bright red at the sudden teasinging. He didn’t expect it himself as he looked down at the mess. He closed his eyes while now fully resting on Katara, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he started to come down from the intense orgasm.

He suddenly lets out the most pathetic whiny gasp as he feels hands on his softening cock again. His eyes shoot open and he sees the Painted Lady gently massaging his balls—he can’t take it, his hands break free from Katara’s grasp as he places his hand over the Painted Lady’s, looking at her with pleading eyes. She looks back at him for a moment before pulling her hands away completely. He lets out a soft sigh—which is quickly replaced by a sharp inhale. His hand gently touches his cheek where a red handprint is already forming.

Aang’s gaze snaps back to the Painted Lady. “Did you just slap me?” he asks while holding his cheek. She doesn’t answer. Aang turns to Katara who’s trying her best to hold back a laugh. He turns back to the Painted Lady—her expression still the same.

“I said…stay still,” she says firmly—before breaking out into a wolfish grin. Her hands find themselves back on his softened length, gripping him gently as she starts milking him for whatever he’s got left.

He pleads. “Please,” he whimpers softly as his face scrunches in pleasure despite himself—his cock harden again and standing at full attention.

Katara gently turns Aang’s face to meet hers, pressing a tender kiss to his lips to distract him from everything—cupping his face as her thumb gently caresses his cheek, suddenly he is not too worried about having been slapped. The kiss is slow, their lips moving against each others like a comforting embrace.

Katara pulls back, a string of saliva connecting them. “Do you want us to stop?” she asks softly.

“Yes!” Aang nearly cried out. He panted softly before calming down. “No…I don’t know,” he whined and shifted slightly.

Aang was overwhelmed and dazed—he liked her hands on him, loved it even, but it was too much. The way she said nothing, looked down at him like he was nothing made something in him stir—something he couldn’t describe.

“Tell us what you want?” Katara says. She kisses his head gently—her lips lingering before pulling away —and he melts into her touch. “We’re here for you,” she coos.

The stark contrast between the two women was driving him insane. Katara was familiar, home—and the painted lady was something from a wild fantasy. Aang let out a soft whimper he didn’t know he was holding, making the painted lady chuckle to herself.

“W-what’s funny?” Aang managed to get out, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. The painted lady's eyes met his and he immediately shrank. Her gaze was intense and piercing, making his cock twitch in her hands.

He looked like he was about to cry, a soft pink hue covering his entire body—yet he dared to test her. It was bold really.

“Is that a real question?” She retorts and he bites his tongue—not know if he should even answer, fearing he might be slapped again. But deep down…he craved that thrill.

He’s so close to coming again, his entire body coiled tight with pleasure. “Fuck,” he whines and the Painted Lady raises a brow, pumping him faster. “Please,” he lets out a loud choked sob as his balls draw tight. His cock swelling as he feels his second orgasm about to rip through him.

“Use your words Aang, what do you want?” Katara murmured against his ear.

“I need to cum!” He cries out—his face covered in hot tears as he breathes heavily. His body twists one way and then the other as he tries to break free of their grasp, but based on his efforts you’d think he actually liked being overpowered and overstimulated.

Katara leans down, darting out her tongue to lick the tears on his cheek before kissing him—making him taste how pathetic he is. He cries harder, his eyes rolling back as he feels his orgasm about to rip through him. It builds and builds, and then—nothing. His eyes meet the Painted Lady’s, she’s smirking up at him as she pulls her hands away from his aching cock.

He sniffles softly before speaking. “I was c-close,”

“You don’t cum unless we say so from here on out,” she says as she stands, towering over him. His cock jumps and she smirks down at him again before removing her garments. His eyes flutter, it’s like looking at Katara but somehow different. His eyes drift up and down her body, just taking in the sight. Katara stands and follows suit, pulling her clothes off and tossing them onto the grass beside him.

“Clothes off. Now,” Katara commands and Aang scrambles to get the rest of his clothes off. “Good boy,” she praises. His cock is hard and pulsing as his big grey eyes dart between the two women towering over him. They look like Amazonian Goddesses. His Amazonian Goddesses.

He groans, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a firm squeeze.

The Painted Lady tilts her head ever so slightly. “Keep your hands where we can see them,” she says.

He looks off to the side before back at her. “They are where you can see them,” he says like a smartass.

“Are you getting fresh with me?” she asks.

“I think he is,” Katara adds.

Aang shakes his head. “No-,”

“I think someone should shut him up,” Katara smirks. They nod simultaneously before the Painted Lady walks over and stoops down, hovering just above Aang’s face. Her pussy was inches from his face, he could just reach out and grab her—slamming her hips onto his face and devouring her pussy, but he knew he’d be in more trouble by doing so.

She slowly sinks down, straddling his face. She lets out a soft moan as his mouth immediately latches onto her clit. He eats her out like a starved man, lapping at her juices like she’s the only bit of water in a drought. “Mmph,” he moans, the vibration making her keel over—her hands landing on his pecs and squeezing subtly.

Katara watches in awe as her man devours a woman that looks exactly like her, sounds like her, and talks like her. The visual was beyond erotic and it made something in her stir. Without thinking, Katara walks over to them. She watches as the Painted Lady’s face scrunches in pleasure as Aang’s tongue flattens and licks through her folds. Katara carefully straddles Aang’s hips, grabbing the base of his cock—gently sliding it between her folds and getting it wet. Aang whines softly and the Painted Lady digs her nails into his pecs.

Katara lifts her hips before sinking down onto Aang’s length—no matter how many times they do it, she can never get over the stretch. As she slowly sank down onto his thick, throbbing cock, he lets out a muffled groan. The sensation is overwhelming—her tight pussy stretching to accommodate his massive size. Aang’s tongue moves faster around the Painted Lady's clit automatically, making her gasp loudly. Katara takes this as an opportunity—she grabs the back of the Painted Lady's neck and pulls her in for a deep and breathless kiss. They share a moan that's muffed by the other as Katara starts moving, lifting and dropping her hips onto Aang's length. They pull away, smiling at each other with such a devious glint in their eyes. Katara can’t help but reach out, grabbing a handful of the Painted Lady’s tits and squeezing them gently—she rolls the hardened nipples between her fingers as she continues to bounce on Aang.

Aang was in bliss. Two pretty ladies above him—using him for their pleasure, and he didn't mind one bit. Subconsciously his hands come up to grip the Painted Lady's thighs, pulling her flush against his face, his nose nudging her clit and making her gasp loudly. She grinds her hip into him—matching his pace as his tongue moves vigorously through her folds. In seconds she’s coming undone and the sound of her breathless moans fills his head, going straight to his cock. He twitches.

The Painted Lady rolls off of Aang, legs trembling as she gradually comes down from her orgasm. Without wasting time she brings her lips to his and kisses him roughly, tasting herself on him. Her tongue tangles with his and they share one of the sloppiest kisses he’s ever had.

She pulls back, gripping his chin. “Open,” she commands softly and he obeys—instantly, sticking his tongue out. With that, she purses her lips and spits directly in his mouth. “Swallow,” she growls as she closes his mouth. Aang swallows, eyes gleaming with newfound interest.

The Painted Lady moves closer to Katara—her hands resting on her waist as she helps her bounce on Aang’s cock. They’re chasing her orgasm together and they didn’t even know it.

“Look at that. Taking him so well,” The Painted Lady whispers to Katara. Aang’s eyes widen as they then lean in and kiss each other—lips moving against one another like it was something familiar. With a deep groan he grips Katara’s hips—his large hands covering the Painted Lady’s as he stills their movements, his orgasm hitting him like a truck. His load is thick, painting the inside of her walls in a matter of seconds as she comes undone too with a soft cry.

Katara slowly pulls herself off of him—the way his cum leaks out of her is almost pornographic. Aang drapes one arm over his face, trying to calm himself.

“Holy fuck,” he suddenly groans out as his fist clench. The feeling of two warm tongues licking his length clean sends him into a psychosis. His hand immediately reaches out—grabbing a fist full of hair, tugging it gently. “Fuck, stop…please,” he begs, but they just stare up at him—their tongues moving simultaneously up and down his cock. Their eyes lock and his lips part to speak but only a small whimper escapes him.

The Painted Lady is kissing up his shaft while Katara sucks one of his balls into her mouth. “Please, I can’t take anymore,” he says as his grip tightens.

“Too much?” The Painted Lady teases.

Aang can only nod as he looks down at them through teary eyes. “I-I can’t,” he manages.

“Too bad,” Katara adds. He tosses his head back into the grass with a defeated groan. They go back to torturing his spent cock—suckling the head and massaging his balls. The Painted Lady’s hand smoothes down Katara’s back as she watches her take his whole length to the back of her throat.

“Nice and easy,” The Painted Lady coos as her fingers find Katara’s clit, circling it slowly—she runs her slender fingers through her folds, teasing her entrance before pushing it inside.

Aang’s hips buck and he cums with a strained cry, surprising Katara as she swallows it. He’s all flushed, body aching, and head spinning. The Painted Lady’s fingers never stop working their way in and out of Katara, making her pull off of Aang as she cums again with a soft moan. The Painted Lady pulls her fingers from Katara, admiring how they’re covered in her juices. She brings her fingers to Aang’s lips and he opens eagerly, licking them clean—making sure he gets in between the digits.

They all lay back in the grass, naked the same way they entered this world. “Now do you know how you want her to exist?” Katara smirks.

ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ: @luxesiren @crudeandoffputting @torawro @purple-nugget

[luxesiren]

that slap lives rent free in my head like he NEEDED that.

[jesuistrestriste]

hihi i hope you’re doing well!! tis me.. mommy issues!art anon.. >:3

mommy issues!art who is just so needy. he can’t help but melt into your touch after a long day, he’s completely pliable in your hands. he just wants mommy to hold him!! it’s not his fault that being cuddled by you leads to him eagerly shoving his tongue down your throat!! he just missed you!!

then he’s breaking away to beg, “please- mommy, can i?” while he paws at the neckline of your top. his desperate, wet eyes are too much, how could you ever say no? not that you’d ever pass up a nursing handjob, anyway…

(p.s. may i claim 🍼 anon… seemed fitting lol)

mommy issues!art anon hii:3 love to see you in my inbox again; this is so yummy.. also 🍼 is yours!

cw (18+) : sub!art, mommy kink, messy nursing hj, desperation/neediness

art immediately pushes your top up and over your breasts as soon as you give him permission, his blue eyes glazing over with unfiltered arousal. his cheeks are flushed the prettiest pink you’ve ever seen, and then you notice that his bottom lip is wobbling like he’s about to cry. it wouldn’t be the first time that tears were shed down his cheeks when faced with your nurturing dominance. you feel both sets of his fingers squeeze at your chest—thumbs rubbing circles over your pebbling nipples, whimpering when you stroke your fingers through his blonde curls. he’s stuck in a trance of some kind, it seems.

“go on, i said you could.”

those simple words of encouragement are all that he needs to be snapped out of his stupor and surge forward to take one of your tits into his warm, open mouth. he slathers your bud in his sweet spit, moaning with pinched-up brows and suckling like he’s expecting something to come out. it’s hard not to stick a hand down into your panties at the feeling of him working his tongue so greedily over your flesh.. and his whimpers aren’t helping. your touch tightens in his strands and pulls a high-pitched keen from his chest. he unlatches and looks up to you, pouting, afraid you’re about to cut him off.

“are you going to be a good boy for me, art?”

he shudders, his legs tensing.

“yes, mommy. whatever you want..”

“you want help?” your fingers tease the waistband of his sweats before dipping down into them and his boxer briefs, playing with the base of his swollen length. his eyes roll back the instant you make contact with him there, and you laugh breathily in response. he’s always this easy with you. you drag your nail against the pulsing vein that you feel bulging from the underside.

“ye—yeah, help—help me, please,” he mewls, lifting his hips to press further into your palm, “be good, ‘m gonna be so good, i need it..”

your hand moves and wraps around his cock without further pleading from the blonde curled against you. he’s already filthily covered in his own juices, so it’s easy to stroke him without feeling like you’re hurting him. he gives confirmation of that in the form of a instantaneous, shattered cry and an arching back. he clutches your tit harder before burying his face back into the other one, trying to muffle his pathetic sounds as you jerk him off in time with the hollowing of his cheeks around your bud. he laps at you for another minute before his pelvis starts to stutter and roll up into your fist. it’s normal for him to try to take what he needs, even if you’re already giving it to him exactly the way he likes it. you smirk.

“you wanna do it yourself?”

he sobs around your flesh, shaking his head and letting his eyes flutter open to look up to you. “nmph—mmm-mn—“

“okay, then calm down and let me finish you off. have some faith in me,” you tease.

art’s mouth parts into a slackened ‘O’ around your sensitive skin when you twist your wrist and begin working his aching tip, the wet sounds emanating from your motions only heightening his pleasure. his toes start to curl, his legs clamp shut, his breathing picks up rapidly. he nearly squeals at the sensation of your thumb playing with his glossy slit. he hates (loves) it when you do that.

“mmm-my—mmm-my—! mmmngh!”

it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what lewd nickname he’s murmuring around the mouthful of your plush breast. you bite your lower lip, letting out a stream of breathy moans to accompany his sounds, and stroke him faster. his eyes fly open wide before squeezing shut so tight that wrinkles appear at the outer corners. reaching your free hand up, you move to lightly trace his cheek, his brow, the bridge of his nose. such a pretty little toy.

“are you close?”

he nods.

“are you gonna come?”

he suckles harder, wails louder against you.

“you can come for me, baby. give me a big load.. show me how much you’ve been wanting this..”

three more flicks of your closed hand around his throbbing appendage and he’s gone—his lips detaching from you with a sharp, trembling gasp, a string of spit connecting to your body; his head falls into your lap as he bucks into your touch and feels several viscous streams of fluid spray from him and into his clothing, as well as between your moving fingers. it sticks between your digits like glue. he wails like he’s being taken apart by you, praying that you’ll put him back together afterwards, and you closely watch his abdomen flex with each orgasmic contraction—every single one followed by a puny whine of ecstasy.

you don’t stop pumping him until he begins to wheeze and jolt. it’d be unfair to expect him to vocalize his overstimulation, given how wrecked he is. your ministrations slow and then rest in a pause at the base. he catches his breath as best he can and winces when you accidentally force an aftershock from his spent dick. tugging your touch from his soiled bottoms, you look down to your hand that has become creamy with his frothed-up release.

“such a mess, artie,” you croon, showing it to him as he pants and gazes up to you with an unfocused stare, “did that feel good?”

a single nod is all that he can manage. his lips part a few moments later, trying to muster up the energy to tell you exactly what he wants to say.

thank you. i love you. i needed that. i needed you. please hold me.

but none of it comes.

he leans in and kisses your breast, giving one more languid lick over your nipple in hopes that it’ll get his point of gratitude across. once he’s got his bearings back, he’ll give you everything he has.

now, though, he just needs a moment in your arms.

“mommy,” he whispers. he swallows thickly after and tries to blink away the wetness stinging his vision. it'd be embarrassing if he was with anyone but you.

you caress his jaw, give him a soft smile.

that’s all you really need to hear.

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[st4rbwrry]

ATTENTIONNN! i am selling my bts ticket for east rutherford, new jersey on august 1st for $300! section 104, row 35! i am no longer interested in going simply bc im not feeling this era or them period rn. so i honestly would rather use this money for ateez or something lmao. lmk, and pls don’t bullshit! ♡

[luxesiren]

bro it’s been an influx of LADS art on twt and they’re like older (40+) and im getting ideas

[luxesiren]

⸺ 𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 | bruce wayne x fem!blk reader

➷ content warnings: smut mdni!! 18+, oral sex (fem!receiving), office sex, boss x assistant relationship, panty stealing (not really). pwp (porn without plot)

➷ synopsis: bruce eats you out on his desk. that’s literally it.

➷ a/n: idk about yall but im literally the assistant. anywho!! enjoy! minors back off and don’t read and everyone else? mwah mwah.

bruce’s hands roamed your body with such an eagerness that you hadn’t been prepared for. “patience, bruce..” you tsked. a small grin forming on your lips when his hands stopped on your waist.

he chuckled deeply, his voice deep and smooth like the finest whiskey. he never did have much patience when it came to you but that’s what always attracted you. a man of control and restraint, losing himself at the sight of you.

it had been like this for months, you were his assistant and at first you detested the idea of sleeping with him but he treated like no one else.

you walked into his office as you often do but this time he needed something more from you. he needed you. he was desperately craving the taste of you on his tongue, the feel of your lips against his, the way you fit perfectly molded against him.

“i have no need for patience, darling.” he mocked. his lips grazing the shell of your ear sending a shiver down your spine. it was always good between the two of you, the chemistry was palpable. it was like kinetic energy swirling between you two.

you hummed and turned to face him, pulling him closer by his tie. he couldn’t help his grip on you tightening when he kept you close to his chest. his eyes dropping down to your lips then back up to meet your gaze.

his lips crashed against yours before you could even speak, you clutched his suit tightly. the material balling up in your fist as you held onto him. you moaned softly into his mouth, the kiss igniting the flame around you both.

it became passionate so quickly and soon you found yourself on top of his desk.

his hands rested on the small of your back while yours roamed his chest, pushing his suit jacket off and undoing his tie swiftly. he groaned deeply against your lips before he pulled away to drop to his knees.

only you had the chance to see him completely at his mercy like this. a big and powerful man on his knees in front of you.

he looked up and it was a sight to behold. “god, bruce. do something.”

he chuckled, kissing your calf softly and leaving soft marks along the way. “and what happened to patience?” he stated softly as his hand hiked up your skirt, pulling your panties off with a swift motion.

he couldn’t help but to keep them for himself. “as a keepsake, of course.” he winked, spreading your legs and licking into your cunt.

a moan slipped so freely from your lips, unabashedly loud and downright sinful. he pulled away to look at you, “i hope you know how to keep quiet cause i plan on making you cum more than once.” he stated matter of factly.

his shoulders being used as leg rests as he licked through your folds, sucking loudly and groaning at the taste of you. the task of keeping quiet and holding back your moans was driving you crazy.

bruce licked at your clit and sucked like his life depended on it. your fingers card through his hair and tug harshly as his tongue breached your cunt. “oh god-! bruce!”

his hands gripped your thighs tightly, keeping you stead on the desk and right where he wanted you. his face was drenched in your juices, dripping down his chin.

your legs trembled as the pleasure steadily built over time. it felt like he was in between your legs for hours, the feeling only getting better with each swipe of his tongue.

the toe curling experience only got better from there as his whole mouth covered your cunt. you looked down to see his eyes staring right back at you and that broke the dam.

you bit your lip to contain your noises as they grew louder while you came on bruce’s tongue. absolute euphoria, seeing stars behind your eyes as you shook through your orgasm.

he got up and gripped your chin tightly, pulling you into a deep kiss making you taste yourself on his tongue. only pulling away to take a breath, “i hope you have more patience cause we’ll be here awhile.”

that was the only thing you remember. everything else was a distant memory of euphoria.

➷ a/n: i hope you guys enjoy!! please don’t repost or steal!

➷ tags: @smiley-babe @a24grl

[luxesiren]

i completely forgot that i wrote this and this is actually so good idc🧍🏽‍♀️

[filtheopathic]

a slow, sloppy but deliberate makeout session with him. smiling in between soft sucks, wandering hands that ache with the need to squeeze. just being lost to sensation. escalating, escalating, but never taking it further than this, if only because neither of you want to lose this moment.

[luxesiren]

not yall really fuck with me like 2.1k of yall??? okay period😝

[merakidoll]

oldman!nanami missed you - especially your mouth. he couldn’t remember the last time he would wake up to tend to a baby, let alone having to sooth one as they cried. while he loved his precious new daughter, he missed his wife. “sh sh honey, quiet down” the sun was barely rising, and here you were on your knees. your moomoo fell against the office floor, smooth jazz and the sounds of your gags filled the space. nanami didn’t bat an eye down to you, his square olive green glass hanging on the tip of his nose, eyes skimming the book in front out him.

his toes curled in the expensive shoes, his hands gripped the book tight. his gorgeous wife who boobs we’re filled with milk to nurse, now uses them to squeeze around his cock. her pretty lips wrapped around his tip, sucking for a sweet creamy treat. “that’s it honey, that’s it” nanami rocked his tips up, pushing more of his cock into your mouth. your hole was warm, tounge circling around his thick dick and teeth sometimes skimming the skin. your brown nipples leaked with milk, big breast keeping his cock warm. your eyes were wide looking at old man!nanmi, tears treaded at your water line the deeper his hips pushed.

and in a second the calm behavior was gone. the book on the floor, and his hands guiding your head to take his whole length. “fuckkkk” the old man muttered. keeping you at his base, he pushed his hips upward, his mushroom tip hitting the back of your throat. nanamis teeth grinded together as your throat would close him in. “that’s m’girl” he praised, fucking your mouth. nanami didn’t care if your couldn’t breath, neither could you. you enjoyed every second of this, being used, being a toy. he didn’t treat you fragile like he had been, no this was the man you fell for. as his balls scrunched and a big drop of spit fell on them - a baby cry came.

it was six in the morning, and she followed a strict routine. but he could be a minute late. a minute late so that he could feed his wife the creamy delight she had been craving.

[ravenyibi]

[luxesiren]

i’m currently high as shit rn but let me just….

sylus loves watching you. // 18+ nsfw MDNI!!

he loves making you watch just easily you fall apart for him. it’s such a simple task, really. it didn’t take much for you to understand the spell of sylus.

“look at yourself.” a deep voice said, a sultry undertone which sent a shiver down your spine. goosebumps rush to the surface, covering your arms as you feel his lips graze the shell of your ear.

a soft whine leaving your lips as his fingers curl inside your cunt, your walls immediately tightening around them. your eyes opened slowly, revealing yourself in such a manner that felt embarrassing but you felt good.

“there you go.” sylus said again. his lips peck your cheek before his mouth trails lower down your jaw to your neck, sucking a mark onto your skin. “you look so good for me.”

his other hand rested underneath your chin, making you watch yourself in the mirror. his fingers move slowly in and out of your cunt, each drag of his fingers drawing a moan from you.

your eyes didn’t leave the mirror. each time your eyes started to close, sylus would stop until your were looking again. the view was sinful — your lips parted and soft pants leave your mouth so easily. your thighs trembling in sylus’ hold, and his fingers buried deep into your cunt.

the veins in his hand becoming more prominent, the ring he wore shined in the reflection of the mirror. the best part was the way sylus’ gaze found yours.

once his eyes found yours, he moved his fingers. a steady pace followed, pushing into your cunt with precision — his fingers nudging every pleasure point. he watched with rapt attention as you tried to keep your eyes on the mirror.

“sylus! p-please..” your voice wavered, landing on a stutter.

“please, what, princess?” his voice deep and you could hear the smirk in his tone. he watched as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. your thighs trembling with every thrust.

a squelching noise filled the room as he pushed another finger into your cunt, coating his fingers with your arousal. “you’re doing so good. keep looking at yourself.”

“sy…i can’t— i need..” you mumbled, your thighs threatening to close around his hand. you felt his lips on yours, keeping you pressed against his chest as he kissed you deeply.

he pulled away to look at you, his fingers keeping the same pace as he watched you fall apart in his arms. your back arching in his hold as your orgasm washed over you.

sylus kept moving his fingers slowly as he let you ride out your high. your hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping his movements prompting him to chuckle before he pulled out his fingers.

he kissed the top of your head, praising you softly, “you did good, princess. so beautiful.”

——

a/n: i actually love sylus so bad and i saw this art of 40yr old sylus and he looked so good😭 but anywho!!

[c1nnam0roll-08]

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who follows you around like a lost puppy—trailing behind you every time you stop for a chat with your popular friends. He’ll just stand there, large hand enclosed around your pinky and chin resting on your shoulder. He’ll wait patiently, blue eyes darting around the room to entertain himself until you’re done catching up.

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who'll buy you coffee and lunch in exchange for coming to spend time with him in the library—finals are right around the corner and he needs to be the highest scorer! He’ll help you with your work too, of course. 

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who’ll get distracted by your beauty when he’s supposed to be studying for his exams. The way your hair falls over your face, the smile you flash at him when he says something witty, and the way you play with the bracelets on his wrists make him go insane. 

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who can’t help but eye your cleavage every time you lean over the table—you do this on purpose just to see his cheeks turn pink and stumble over his words. Sometimes you’ll wear a miniskirt and bend over in front of him, yearning for his shy and respectful demeanor to shatter.

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who folds so easily—your modest attempt at seduction has his dick straining against his jeans uncomfortably. You know that he’s done for. He’s gnawing on his lip with his eyes trained on you, textbook long forgotten. 

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who will pack up his stuff with unsettling urgency, grabbing your wrist and dragging you back to his dorm. Meanwhile you celebrate, slick gathering in your panties the rougher his grip on your wrist becomes. 

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who slams the door behind him, eyes pleading as he pushes you to your knees. You’ll unbuckle his belt with no hesitation, already knowing what he needs—you free his pretty pink dick from the confines of his digimon boxers before taking him into your mouth with a pleased hum. 

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who can be pretty rough if you teased him enough. He’ll bury his pale hand in your scalp, forcing himself in and out of your mouth as whiny moans escape from his lips. He likes it when you choke on him, gasping for air with tears in your eyes.

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who’ll pull your nose flush to his pelvis, releasing his milky cum down your throat with a hushed whimper. You’ll swallow, then you’ll rise to your feet—grabbing him by the collar and shoving your tongue into his mouth, making him taste himself.

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who will drop to his knees in kind, burying his head underneath your miniskirt to devour you. He’ll eat you out with the same diligence he puts into his assignments—he won’t stop until you're struggling to stand, legs shaking and hips jerking.

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who kisses you sweetly, brushing stray strands of hair from your face once you push him away from your overworked pussy. Then he’ll hold you flush to his chest in bed, letting you watch him play his gameboy until you doze off. He wonders how the hell he got so lucky.

(c1nnam0roll-08 / 2026)

[sakuami-deactivated20260602]

nerdjo solves equations on your back. 18+

the cold, prune-like silk sheet of the futon crumbled further in your grasp, sweat and sex lingering in the air with condensed spots of cum created a tapestry on the mattress reminding you of where you were. whose bed you were on. satoru’s.

the cognoscenti of physics, had himself imprisoned because of the upcoming test. syllabus unfinished. answers seemingly incorrect causing malaise. he was suffering, despite being known for scoring near perfect numbers on papers. and you had the audacity to push away the books and stain your academic rival with kisses that led to some steamy sex.

your face hidden atop your folded arms, eyes closed while moans of pleasure escaped. his cock was buried in the feline arch of your pussy, swollen veins brushing against your tight walls. coating him wet. embracing him. too firm. too much to have him groan more than usual.

his minty breath pressed hot near your ear. saliva coated lips biting the tip of your lobe. tongue darting out to trace the outline making you clutch the sheets deeper.

“damn, why are your–hah–walls gripping me so tight like this t’day” he chuckled to rib out of disbelief. “i just wanted you, so bad—hnngh” a pitched whimper of yours muffled in to the mess. “mhm, sure you did”

his pace increased, his pelvis bruising the meat of your ass while his snow-kissed hands slithered away from your hips to your breasts. a handful of squeeze done intentionally to make you screech from the pain infused with pleasure.

“go d–deeper. p–please. please hm.” your masochism requesting. “if my dick goes any deeper, touches your cervix, you will get hurt. you will bleed. it’s not a good idea”. of course, him and his wisdom.

you turned your face to see him through tear misted eyes. his milk cheeks blossomed with pink, glasses sat slightly crooked on the slope of his nose, head tilted back with half lidded eyes and lips bitten from orgasmic feeling. “hah—hah, s-satoru”.

your eyes closed again, intently feeling him now. his cock still pounding in to you but slow, punchy thrusts with strings of cum . pussy lips slobbering on him, clenching. “made you forget about the test hmngh” you muttered.

you were off to dreamland. a lustful trance where he spills his warm cum in to you. pumps the remaining out to smother your raw cunt. a kiss shared of only tongues, no meeting of the lips. his erect dick slips inside you again, inside the smeared folds, not caring if your pussy could take it. not caring if he wore another condom. just breeding you. letting the sinner prevail over his sainthood and—oh.

that is when you felt it. the kiss of a cold wetness gliding against your back. too cold compared to the warm sweat coating your back. “damn it, still can’t figure this out”.

your eyes opened. a black marker wrapped between his fingers, his lips held hostage between his teeth and a furrow of eyebrows. “what the hell, gojo?”

anger searing inside you but the question came out in a cadence of sheer shell-shock and confusion. instead of being abased, satoru gleamed his blue eyes with such innocence as if his veracity could justify. his penetration hadn’t stopped, no, not at all. there were languid yet deep pushes inside, his cockhead smooching with your spot, dick in and out with plop sounds.

“i don’t get it — how am i supposed to write the wavefunction for n” the marker stitched between his fingers as he pressed it’s tip on your back with such staidness. his bleached brows furrowed further as he wrote down the formulas, his thrusts almost halting. “are you seriously solving questions on me while giving me backshots?”

a complete stop. no movement. only your galled cadence echoed while his eyes widened. momentarily. “well, duh”

“sorry but i really need to study for the test” he meticulously positioned the thin handles of his frame then resuming back to the intruding activity of ‘solving equations’. you shivered, goosebumps invading when you felt another cruise of ink numbering against your skin alongside his recommenced pounds.

“turn around, i ran out of space”

[liliklei-deactivated20260419]

soft sex with trueform!sukuna >.< !

“nngh..sukuna, keep going—” you writhing underneath him, your soft moans filling his chambers while sukuna had his hips slowly rutting his hips against you, his pace meticulous, steady, measured—making sure you can feel all of him before he drags himself back again.

sukuna was brutal, menacing, every gruesome word ever used to describe him fitting for the king of curses, but with you he was…soft. he had the body of a brute, four arms, two mouths, claws sharp enough to slice through your soft flesh in mere seconds, but sukuna had never gotten close to harming you, quite the contrary. he treated you like a porcelain doll, like someone precious, like fine glass that he wouldn’t dare break.

you were pressed into his silken sheets—only the finest for his darling of course, your robes a scattered mess, your cunt greedily sucking him in, the sickening squelches practically echoing in the rooms.

“you look stunning, my queen.” his voice is low, barely audible, but the way he’s looking at you like you mean the world to him? it’s going to be the death of you. his usually stoic face, softening only the slightest, his smug face filled with what could only be described as desperation while he has a pair of arms holding your thighs up, leaving you completely exposed to his gaze.

he leans over you, his massive body dwarfing your entirely, almost as if he wants to hide you away from the world, from everyone else, no one will ever be deserving of this sight—you flushed underneath him, almost fucked stupid, his languid, lazy thrusts almost has you gushing around his cock.

“m-more please kuna—” you’re practically begging while he litters soft kisses over your neck, his head dipping between your chest, his massive hands slowly kneading your breasts, while he leaves the smallest bites on your skin, his arms on your thighs squeezing the flesh softly, never enough to bruise, his nails only ever grazing your skin.

you’re his everything, his queen, his wife, the only human he could tolerate—and the only woman who’s ever tolerated him. he always believed himself to be hideous in his true form, it made him terrifying, which was ideal to his nature, but you looked at him as if he were something more.

you looked at him like you trusted him. and of all the things sukuna has ever held in the palms of his hands, your heart was always the most precious of them all.

he was a monster, a beast, everything in between, but you thought he was beautiful. beautiful in the way that was so striking that it was scary. he always brushed it off—your stupid comments, but the glint and pure adoration in your eyes always said otherwise. and that was more menacing than any mercenary would ever be.

“i’ll give you everything, doll, be patient.” his voice dripping honey, to anyone else it might’ve sounded condescending, but you, his darling wife knew better. the softness in his eyes, that lovesick gaze, you knew it all too well.

his hips rutted against yours quickly, he was groaning and panting in your ears, right before one of his hands found their way to thumb your clit—it was all too much,

“cum for me, my queen.” and before you knew it, you were coming undone, your back arching against his soft sheets, right before he leaned over to meet your lips while you slowly came down from your high, groaning into your mouth while he spilled inside of you.

he collapsed on top of you, his body enveloping yours—he’d get up and carry you to the baths in a bit, but for now he needed to relish in the feeling of laying on your body, completely spent, while your hands found their way around him, to slowly ruffle his hair while placing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

the king of curses was many things, an adoring lover was one of them.

wrote this while studying biology lmao sorry if it’s ass >_0 !

all work belongs to @liliklei , do not copy, repost, translate or feed into AI !!

[luxesiren]

walk with me, okay?

…..kakashi, sylus and gojo walk into a room. one, blindfolds you while one talks you through it and the other is [redacted].

no?

[ramonathinks]

ꫂ❁ surrender :𝑔𝑜𝒿𝑜 x reader

summary — your fuckbuddy kinda wants a little bit more than what’s arranged

tags: MDNI (18+), dirty talk, pet names, sex (p in v), making out, creampie, a bit of an abrupt ending

note: okay honestly when i first started writing this had a bit more plot but 🫩 i just dropped it. & it’s very ehhhh honestly imo but finally posted something 🙂‍↕️

Your pussy is drooling, dripping on his sheets like a faucet and you can’t help but to be embarrassed and Satoru can’t help but to be amazed, not only were you wet but the amount of pearly white cream that was spilling out of you was truly a blessing. “God, fuck… how are you this damn wet? You get this wet for all your friends?” He does a cruel chuckle before he finishes his sentence, “If you do, then who? I want to know.”

You can’t speak, your lip between your teeth. “J-just you. Swear.” The words finally leave your lips, the featherlight feeling of fingers touching your clit that makes your breathing uneven. Huffing and puffing before he presses down and rubs your aching swollen clit. “Ah, thank you.” Your eyes watery, you sniffle.

Condescendingly he says, “Mhm, I know, sweet girl. I know you appreciate it when I touch right there.” You grip his arm, digging your nails into his arm. “Why’re you so wet? Who’s got you like this? Hm?”

The way he talks alone is enough to get you off, honestly. Some of the things he says, the tone, the way he looks when he says it, drives you crazy. He swirls his fingers on the bud before he slaps your pussy – which makes you jolt. “Y-you do, only you, Satoru.” He hears you say his name and he stops to smile at you and you gulp.

“If you’re my girlfriend, you could get this treatment all the time, ya know?” Your eyes squeezed shut and moans leaving your lips when he slides his fingers in and outside of you. Your hips rocking against his fingers, uncontrollably. Feeling a slight curve at the same time as he grazes your clit, back arches, trying to catch more of his touch — to no avid. You sigh loudly before you speak.

“We…we can’t, okay?” Your eyes are rolling back yet you’re standing your ground. This was never supposed to be something serious, just casual, he assured you he wouldn’t catch feelings and here you both are. “We’re fri–friends, been friends too long.” You hear him unbuttoning his jeans and you attempt to escape, you knew no matter what … you wanted it, so what was the purpose of running?

You look down at the truffle of white hair that covers the base erected dick and you lay back completely. Staring at the pearly white pre-cum already leaking from him, you unconsciously lick your lips.

“Do you really think we can be just friends like this?” Tapping his heavy dick on your clit, you flinch. “I mean does this look like just friends to you? You want to be friends? You want to keep being friends, hm?” Now he’s just being mean, rubbing himself through your folds, slipping the tip in just enough that you grip the sheets before he takes it back out, laughing at your whines.

“Say it…” Bending down, he presses kisses up and down your neck, your back arching. “Say you’ll be my girlfriend, say that we aren’t just friends.” Gojo’s voice is cruel yet you can tell he’s barely holding himself together.

You open your mouth, ready to say no again, until he thrusts himself forward. “You’re so big.” No matter how many times you say it to him, he still does a snort. He doesn’t move for a while, letting you grow comfortable, rubbing at your hair.

“Look how well you’re taking me… fuck, you’re so pretty, c’mon look at how pretty you are.” He’s holding your chin, making sure you look directly into his eyes. “Such a pretty girl. My girl is so pretty, isn’t she?” You’re just nodding to everything he says, tears in your eyes — the pleasure overwhelming you.

“Do you feel that? You feel me…right here?” He presses down a bit, making you clamp down on his cock. Groaning, he takes your hand and puts it where his was, just so you can feel just how deep he is inside of you.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. Since you’re being stubborn, he slips out, hissing while he does so and he just stares at you. You were almost there and he just…took that from you. “What?” You ask, reaching to touch yourself, you needed to finish.

He reaches out to you and takes your hands into his own, “Tell me how badly you want it.. you know I’ll give you everything you want.”

“Toru…” you make your voice whiny and soft, wanting him badly to fill you back up. “I want it…I want you, please.”

“Damn it,” His cock is throbbing and standing upright, glossy due to the mixture of you both. He’s back on top of you. A loud gasp leaving your mouth the second he’s inside, you wrap your legs around his waist and he lies on your chest, kissing the space between your breasts.

Smiling to yourself at his affection actions, lifting his head, you kiss his ear and your lips begin sliding down to his jaw before you’re licking down his neck. “Feels good?” He’s quick to nod his head, pushing himself closer to you for more.

He’s next thrusts are slow, achingly slow and you can feel every inch of him. The embarrassing wetness sounds mixed with the bed squeaking, you put your hands over your face.

“Don’t hide from me.” He lifts up one of your legs and does a particularly deep push inside, your pussy clenching against him…practically begging him to stay, begging him to stay inside no matter what. “Feels so good…”

“Y-yeahhh, fuck…Keep fucking me.” Is all he needs to hear before he’s slamming inside, wetness spills on the sheet with every thrust, he wets his hand with spit and reaches down to spread your lips. More soft touches against your clit that makes you spasm. “I… I’m going to cum!” Trying to move his hand from your pussy, he pinched your clit before you can take his hands from your body.

His thrust gets sloppier and he’s sweating all over, you know he’s close because for once his eyes are squeezed shut for more than two minutes. Looking at his face makes you want to punish him, always so cocky. You flex your walls muscle and he falls over, putting his entire weight on you. For some reason you want him to crack, “Cum inside of me.”

You know his eyes are sparkling and it makes you smirk, kissing his neck again and tugging his hair. His thrusting is wilder and now has a purpose, no time for words, just to breed. You’re sneaky, saying those four magic words that always get him going.

Both of your breathing heavy, you put your tongue deep in his mouth; licking and sucking on his. Both of you so close and catching after that high, your nails digging deeply in his back and you were sure you’ll be leaving some pretty scars to remind him of this.

One last thrust up and he’s spilling inside of you at the same time that your eyes roll in the back of your head at the deep sensation of being filled. “Fuckkk.” The orgasm snapping out of you in an instant, both bodies trembling with the after effects. 

He doesn’t slip out of you, no longer hard but still satisfied with staying inside. He’s looking into your eyes as he speaks, “Let me show you that I’m worth your time.” He kisses every finger tip. “Let me be your boyfriend, pretty girl.” Then kisses your palm, placing your hand on his cheek.

You shiver, your eyes bright as you stared at him. He glances at your lips, tracing his thumb across the bottom one before he kisses you again, eager and desperately this time. You kiss back with the same intensity, eyelids fluttering closed.

“You really make it hard for me,” He says, breaking the kiss to caress your face softly. “You make it hard for me to not want to be with you, so let me be yours.”

There’s no reason to deny him this, your heart beating so fast, it wasn’t like you didn’t want it…just scared. Breakups were scary, especially if you were friends first. “Okay.” You kiss him again — his cheeks and then his lips. It was time for you to stop avoiding this and being so terrified when you truly wanted this.

“So you’ll be my girlfriend?” He asks, you never heard him so nervous, especially after the way he talked to you mere seconds ago. The juxtaposition of it made you want to both kiss him silly and choke him just a bit, instead you giggled.

A smile comes easy on you lips as you speak, “Yes, I will.” You give him a quick peck. “You better be the best boyfriend ever then.”

He grins so hard that you’re sure his cheeks hurt. “You won’t regret it.” Taking the opportunity to do what you wanted to do and kisses you until he can’t anymore.

[luxesiren]

armin with a breeding kink. // 18+ nsfw MDNI!!

armin with a breeding kink. the thought of armin losing his mind because all he wants to do is fill you up with his cum. adding to that, his submissive tendencies that makes him beg for you to let him do it.

the soft plea that leaves his lips as you keep bouncing up and down in his lap is downright sinful. your cunt pulsing with a need to keep him inside of you.

“please…l-let me— please.” he begs. tears forming in his waterline as his hands grip your waist.

the answering smirk you give him is what he deems as torture. he knows he’s being denied the pleasure but it doesn’t make him want it any less. he’s desperate to cum. desperate for you.

you slow your pace, your hips meeting his as you clench around his length. “you’re doing so good for me though.” you coo, almost pouting in front of him. your hands tangle in his hair for a brief moment before tugging softly on the blonde tresses. “can’t you hold on a little longer?”

he wants to but he can’t. the need, the desire, his insatiable need to cum was far too much to handle. his hands grip your waist tightly as he apologizes softly — his lust clouding his judgement as he puts you on your back, pinning your legs to your chest as he looks you over. “i-i can’t help it.”

you look up in surprise as armin sets his own pace; chasing after his own pleasure. your fingers dig into the sheets, knuckles turning white from how you held on. your jaw slack from the immense pleasure coursing through your body.

armin in the center of it all.

he thrusts so deeply that you could almost feel it passing your cervix. his hair sticking to his forehead as he grips your waist even tighter that you were sure would bruise by the morning. words barely left his mouth, nothing but a chorus of whimpers and sobs as he chased after his high.

“armin!” you shout. the feeling of your orgasm approaching faster than before, the build up, the way armin looked above you. the soft spoken plea that left armin, his small voice asking if he could come.

that’s all it took. one simple ‘yes’ and armin’s dick twitched as he felt himself coming inside you. warm and wet as he kept filling you up. his gaze was unfocused and glassy as he stared down at your pussy — glistening with your juices and his cum.

you could barely catch your breath before armin pulled out and latched his mouth on your cunt. your hands fly to his hair, gripping softly as broken whine leaves your lips.

his tongue lapping up every single drop, leaving you overstimulated but pleased all in the same. his tongue flicked your clit and your back bowed as you came on his tongue, coating the bottom half of his face with your slick.

you felt him place a kiss on your clit once more before fully pulling away. you let out a giggle and pulled him down for a kiss. you pulled away first to make him look at you — the dazed look was still there but he had a smug grin on his face as well.

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a/n: i genuinely don’t know where this came from but like yeah. also, hey lmaoo🫶🏽 of course i come back with something armin themed like…