Dom-leaning Switch, except I'll never be submissive. Dom-leaning Switch might be the wrong term because I don't switch between being dominant and submissive. I like it when you're dominant and rough but I'll never obey or submit. You might think, a brat? No, I'm not acting difficult on purpose to be 'put into place'. I want a dominant partner who will let me be dominant with them.
I wouldn't mind a loose hand around my throat if you allow mine to wrap around yours as well, squeezing the arteries to make your pretty little head feel dizzy.
I wouldn't mind you keeping a firm grip on my nape if you'll allow me to tug on your hair and force your head back so I can leave bruises on your throat.
I wouldn't mind your rough hands on my hips if I can let my gel nails dig into your shoulder blades and waist, scratching at the skin and breaking it apart until red lines are visible.
I wouldn't mind letting you on top and setting the pace but don't you ever dare expect me to beg because I am going to turn the tables on you.
I wouldn't mind a spank or two if I'm riding you but only if my palm can make the impact to your cheek twice as hard to return the favour right afterwards.
I want a guy who will pick me up and fuck me on top of a desk while letting me call him a good boy and begging me to let him cum inside.
"Tyler's obsessed with Wednesday" "Tyler puts in so much effort to get her attention" "Tyler got her dead flowers" yada yada ya— Ok true but what about Wednesday?
What about Wednesday??
What about the girl who filled a BOOK of forms to see him—so many that it surprised the people whose literal job is to work with those forms
What about the girl who applied for approval to visit him WEEKS before she even came back to Nevermore.
What about the girl who—since she had 2 sane options: let Tyler die or let another person be his master and risk the new master getting jealous of Wednesday like Alfie's master got of Capri—decided that no she'll just have to go with the 3rd option (the insane one) and be his master instead.
What about the girl who was ready to bind herself to him for life in a church by becoming his master.
What about the girl who kept bringing him up for no reason in conversations he didn't need to be brought up in.
(Yeah, I think his case handler knows his criminal history, sweetheart)
What about the girl whose very first plan of attack was to tell Tyler she was attracted to him to get him to listen to her (Enid and nightshades were a last minute addition, she initially planned to face him alone)
What about the girl who said she was trying to find Tyler to save Enid but, in reality, was so desperate to find him that she ended up using Enid as bait for him.
What about the girl who Weems had to repeatedly tell to focus on saving Enid and fixing her relationship with her mother but she instead kept trying to find the Galpins
2 seconds later...
What about the girl who said she wanted her vision back to save Enid and went to Rosaline Rotwood for it... only to ask her for the Galpins' location instead.
What about the girl who went to save Tyler before her own brother, even though Pugsley would've died if he remained in the machine for too long but Tyler was only going to lose his powers at worst AND going to Pugsley first would've saved both but no, she had to go to Tyler first.
And what about the girl who insulted her own weaponry skills by saying "I missed" just because she couldn't stop herself from going soft at the sight of him in pain.
What about her?
So yeah, even though Tyler's obsessed with her, let's not ignore that Wednesday's worse. She just lies about it more.
☆ gojo satoru x gender-neutral!reader ⇢ domestic fluff, established relationship.
you’re woken up by a kiss.
gojo satoru smiles against your lips, only allowing a hair’s breadth of space to form in between you both as you let out an annoyed huff. you roll onto your back and he towers over you, arms braced on either side of your head.
“hi,” he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
“go to sleep,” you grumble, cracking one eye open lazily.
“it’s midnight.”
“exactly.” you try to turn over, but he nuzzles into your neck, pressing a brief, open-mouthed kiss to the sliver of skin exposed near your shoulder.
“you know what that means.” he presses his fingers into your waist, bunching up your robe. his hair tickles your neck; you smile.
“it means you need to sleep,” you say pointedly, squinting into the darkness. you bring a hand up and card it through his hair. he sighs softly when you lightly scratch on his scalp.
“and it also means it’s a new day already.”
“‘s not a new day ‘til the sun comes up,” you murmur sleepily.
satoru doesn’t argue. he only grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. the muted lights that penetrate the darkness through your open window are reflected in his eyes—but he looks at you like you’ve hung up all the stars in the sky, just for him.
“happy birthday,” he says, mouth splitting into a wide grin, and despite your drowsiness, you let him pull you into a kiss.
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After today, the only way Kuroo would be able to handle so many confusing signals and unwanted emotions was to carve out some time in the shower and 'work it all out.'
"F-uck," Came out way whinier than he expected it to.
He pushed his furrowed brow into his forearm, a scowl carved into his mouth at the sound.
The tension there faded fast.
What the fuck was your problem? Was there some cosmic rule that prevented pretty girls from being nice?
He wracked his brain to remember that one little moment you smiled. How it softened that mean-ass pout you held so well, made you look leagues more approachable. Maybe that was why something had possessed him to point it out and ruin it so quickly.
For now, stuck like a picture in his mind, it wouldn't fade so fast.
But the tightness stuck across his stomach softened, and so did the edge he had worked up.
"Mm-hn," He smiled, lifting his head from the nook of his elbow with a small chuckle.
Maybe that didn't do as much for him as your frown, after all.
Thinking about that sweet, preoccupied moment made him feel a little more guilty for beating it to you. You looked too sweet to fuck with. At least when you treated him like a dog, it was like you both had a shared understanding of what he was really doing. He didn't have to hide it or lie; he wanted you, and you played it off like you weren't into it.
That was the problem.
He seethed, palm stalled for a moment before he let himself go.
With slow, sobering effort, he flipped around to lean back on the tiled wall. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the shower door and couldn't comprehend why you didn't find him attractive enough.
A lifted, bulky arm revealed an impressive array of serratus muscles in the foggy glass, little abdomen lines dipped and crossed and dove down to his v-taper. The guys always joked that he was could pursue a career in modelling if this volleyball thing didn't work out, save for the messy hair; he knew he wasn't some ugly, sniveling little loser-- so why didn't you act like he was?
He puffed out a harsh, frustrated sigh and pumped himself with a frown.
Were you playing around, just teasing him, and playing hard to get? Or did you, for some inconceivable reason, not want him back?
Shit, at this rate, he started to question if he'd be able to cum with no clear answer.
Then that fucking voice of yours, calculated but honeyed, was in his ear- ringing against the shower walls, echoing his name. It wasn't nice, it wasn't real, but it was hot.
A warm huff at the fantasy.
His cock twitched against his grip and leaked clear at the tip, more interested in the image of your perfect tits squished up under that clipboard when you verbally degraded him in front of his rival.
As his hand did an okay job at pumping out the stress of today, his gaze, though hesitant, softened. His jaw relaxed, lips parted, and in the process caught a bit of excess water.
Shit, did he like that?
Your callous, narrowed, and judgey eyes really got him worked up. He spat the mixture of extra water and drool onto himself, gasping at how much better it felt when he pretended it was yours.
If that's all you wanted, just to make him feel less than- well, you were hot enough to roleplay for. He'd be down for something like that if that was all he could get.
He kept a steady pace, breath shallowed and faster, to the thought of you calling him some dirty little nobody who liked beating it to you (it wouldn't be entirely wrong). How disappointed would you be when he came too quick, all because he couldn't handle your tight little pussy?
You could use him all night 'till you came. He bit the inside of his cheek and sighed, shaky, through his nose.
Yeah, you didn't seem like the type to just lay down and take it.
That was alright with him. He liked sexually liberated women. A little play-fighting, some dirty talk- if you just got off your high horse for one second, he could make it worth your while.
He knew you loved the chase. You wouldn't be watching him so hard at the match if you actually thought he wasn't worth your time. Just one night couldn't have possibly been beneath you.
"Fu-ckfuckfuck," He laughed, seething at how quickly he could edge himself to that bitchy pout of yours, especially the one you'd give him if you found out what he was doing right now.
All you wanted was the power that came with being a stuck-up prude - to feel less dirty than guys like him. At least he had the courage to initiate something.
But at the end of the day, nothing about stroking his cock to you in a shower felt courageous.
Decency and pride aside, he was able to cum hard to the fresh memory of you in that wet t-shirt, watching him absolutely kill that match.
-
In the aftermath, he was a bit standoffish with the team.
The nature of his jack-off session left him feeling nastier than usual. He didn't want anyone clinging on him, or standing too close. Like somehow they would smell how filthy his imagination had decomposed into.
He was successful, not because of how good his evasion skills were, but because the guys were too hungry, preoccupied with cooking, and equipped with no substantial mass-food-prep experience. It was a rowdy kitchen and relatively empty everywhere else.
So he was slumped over the entire couch, wearing only plaid pajama pants and house slippers, watching videos on his phone with glazed eyes.
A knock at the door went ignored.
He popped his head over the couch to see if anyone else was going to answer the second time, but was only met with distant yelling about the rice cooker. Yamamoto hadn't plugged it in like he thought 20 minutes ago, and a stranger might assume he was about to get executed.
Kuroo paused the match on his phone and hopped over the back of the couch. He realized it was raining outside when he touched the cold doorknob and quickly opened it without looking through the peephole.
He looked forward, left, then right- then down. Surprise left his lips through an uncontrollable laugh.
"Sorry-!" He snickered, "Didn't see you there."
It's not like you were exceptionally tiny, but he was expecting Bokuto, if anyone, and especially not a girl.
You weren't laughing. He cleared his throat and rubbed the side of his damp head with an awkward sigh.
The little overhang on the porch was enough to keep you dry as you spoke, so there was no rush.
"I thought the other teams could use this. I made too many," You explained, only offering him a dull tone as you tried not to stare at his shredded body, "Pork buns."
He took the bag slowly, first interested because he was starving, and after a moment, then that you cooked.
"There should be enough for everyone."
"Thank you," He said right away, glancing up to you, at the bag, then back at you.
It was cute. His uncertainty brought a small smile to your face. You covered it up by toying with your jacket collar, and looking down at his pink slippers.
Outside was cold, and wet, and the wind was harsh when it blew every twenty seconds. His first thought was to invite you inside, flirty but well-meaning for the most part, but an instant pang of post-nut guilt, as well as some classical conditioning from earlier today, kept his lips sealed.
You watched a narrative play out on his pretty face. If he wasn't going to keep this up, even after you 'accidentally' made too many pork buns, you figured it was too much effort now.
A sweeter, more natural tone was in your farewell, "Goodnight--,"
"Wait."
He shot his hand out low for a second but took it back almost as quickly.
You stood, turned on your heel, waiting for him. It was what he wanted, but not quite right. His heart skipped, causing his hands to tighten, knuckles white and cold.
A sigh you could barely hear over the rain picking up, "Never mind."
Your eyes ran over his struggling form. He was broken in, the way you wanted, but not quite right. You decided there was no value in teasing him with your presence any longer, so you looked away from the mess you had both made of him.
"Goodnight." The door closed.
Not too hard, not too soft, but in just a way that emphasized more need to clarify why he didn't just slam it, if he was going to close it at all.
There were a number of reasons you hesitated at the top step, watching the rain grow heavier and crash onto the grass, spill over the gutters and flood the sidewalk. It was getting darker and colder by the second. What was so wrong with him? You couldn't quite remember now.
He stood with his forehead on the other side of the door, face twisted with the pain of a shot not taken- but, probably better off than humiliating himself for no good reason anymore. A powerful shame was overwhelming his desire to eat any of the pork buns in his hand.
When he straightened, a long sigh verbalizing the painful movement, he was about to call out for dinner--
You knocked again. Three times, softer in volume, but a loud gesture nonetheless.
The door opened to reveal his shocked, searching expression. There was a roll of thunder.
I'm never moving on from The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
The angst. The yearning. Incredible.
Adeline LaRue was a young girl from a small town dreaming of a world bigger than what she sees. Then, out of desperation, she made a deal with the devil.
Or is he the devil?
“I am not some genie, bound to your whim." He pushes off the tree. "Nor am I some petty forest spirit, content with granting favors for mortal trinkets. I am stronger than your god and older than your devil. I am the darkness between stars, and the roots beneath the earth. I am promise, and potential, and when it comes to playing games, I divine the rules, I set the pieces, and I choose when to play. And tonight, I say no.”
And so her wish of freedom was granted... with a price. She has all the time in the world to enjoy life and to not be bound by anything. Being unbound, then, means no one would remember her. Such is the price when you make a deal with the gods that answer after dark but you do not know what you want and you do not clear up your own conditions, rules, and limitations.
Spoilers past this line.
Addie named Luc, and by doing so, she humanized him.
I CANNOT MOVE ON from their dynamic. For years, decades, centuries, no one can remember her. No one can mention her name, not even Addie herself. Only Luc who has been taunting her, pushing her to give up her life.
Now, let me clear this up: I DO acknowledge that the power dynamics between them play a huge role in their relationship. Her craving love and attention stemmed from the fact that no one else can know her deeply enough to create a legitimate human connection, affection, and relationship. Thus, her growing feelings for Luc became inevitable. Luc had full control over her and her life, while all she wanted was freedom to live. With this, let me expressly say that I fully understand and support Addie's scheme in the end (...but I cannot deny that I'm rooting for Luc once and for all admitting defeat, and Addie and Luc having a healthy relationship 😭).
OKAY. So. WHEN THEY STARTED FLIRTING??? I KEPT WANTING TO THROW THE BOOK TO THE WALL!!! Like, DAMN!!! WHY CAN'T Y'ALL JUST BE TOGETHER???? Luc's rizz is undeniable as fuck. And Addie's stubbornness mixes well with his smoothness, thereby successfully intoxicating me.
Luc lifts his glass. "Happy anniversary, my Adeline."
She looks at him, lips parting with their usual retort, but then stops short. If she is his—then by now he must be hers as well.
"Happy anniversary, my Luc," she answers, just to see the face he'll make.
She is rewarded with a raised brow, the crooked upturn of his mouth, the green of his eyes shifting in surprise.
Now, I know that when she was with Henry, they were really healthy. Sure, even Addie does not know if it was love or if it was all just because he was the first human to ever see her as she is. I thought they would be together and overcome Luc's deals. But no.
Even then, Luc can really sweep you off your feet. One thing I hate is how they blame Luc for everything. He is the darkness. In our current world, he is what we call the devil. Of course he is an opportunist. Of course he would always take the upper hand. The bad side of their deal came up because they would not look into the intricacies of the deals they are making. I also acknowledge that Luc always comes in times when one would not really be in the right mind to make a serious deal... so there's that.
BUT. The angst really comes in to take over you. It was chapters in the making. It's a slow burn you wouldn't notice
"You told me once that we were alike," he says, almost to himself. "Both of us... lonely. I loathed you for saying it. But I suppose in some ways you were right. I suppose," he goes on slowly, "there is something to the idea of company."
It is the closest he has ever come to sounding human.
"Do you miss me," she asks, "when you are not here?"
Those green eyes drift up, the emerald even in the dark. "I am here, with you, more often than you think."
"Of course," she says, "you come and go whenever you want. I have no choice but to wait."
His eyes darken with pleasure. "Do you wait for me?"
And now it is Addie who looks away. "You said it yourself. We all crave company."
"And if you could call on me, as I call on you?"
Her heart quickens a little.
She does not look up, and that is why she sees it, rolling toward her on the table. A slim band, carved of pale ash wood.
It is a ring.
It is her ring.
...
"Put it on, and I will come." Luc leans back in his chair, the night breeze blowing through those raven curls. "There," he says, "Now we are even."
The way my stomach erupted with butterflies! The slow confession. The subtle dropping of hints of their feelings here and there. Everything keeps you on your toes. "Will they or will they not? Is there something or not?"
"At least he keeps me company."
Those emerald eyes trail over her skin. "So would I," he says, "if you wanted it."
And so I was kept thinking. Will Luc ever confess? Will Addie ever... agree to it? Accept it? Forgive him?
What's been keeping them apart is the fact that Addie sees Luc as the devil. As the one who made her life miserable. Which is true, to be fair. So I won't ever blame her. Trauma is there and they are bonding.
Like I said, I understand Addie and I understand that there's power play here. Her walls are up, she keeps her guards up, she's hostile towards him, and she's very suspicious because he does not play fair. He never did. But then he started to open up. He started equalizing their position and power.
From what I understand, throughout time, Addie became less and less human, and she learned to hate more and more because the only one who became constant in her life is Luc. On the other hand, Luc became more and more human, and he learned to love and understand more and more because (probably) the only person he has ever spent time with constantly is Addie.
THEN.
"Even if everyone you met remembered," Luc says, "I would still know you best."
She searches his face. "Do I know you?"
He bows his head over hers. "You are the only one who does."
...
His voice, molded to the hollow places in her as he says, "I want you." And then, again, "I have always wanted you."
Luc looks down at her, those green eyes dark with pleasure, and Addie fights to hold her ground.
"You want me as a prize," she says. "You want me as a meal, or a glass of wine. Just another thing to be consumed."
He dips his head, presses his lips to her collarbone. "Is that so wrong?"
She fights back a shiver as he kisses her throat. "Is it such a bad thing..." His mouth trails along her jaw. "...to be savored?" His breath brushes her ear. "To be relished?"
I SCREAMED. Internally. BUT IF I WAS LIVING ALONE, I SWEAR TO GOD. If I didn't care about the book and if it wasn't so expensive (fuck inflation), I WOULD'VE THROWN THIS TO THE WALL SCREAMING.
Anyway, Addie's stronger than me because I would've fallen for him and his tactics over and over again...
"I love you."
They are in New Orleans when he says it, dining in a hidden bar in the French Quarter, one of his many installations.
Addie shakes her head, amazed the words do not turn to ash in his mouth. "Do not pretend that this is love."
Annoyance flashes across Luc's face. "What is love, then? Tell me. Tell me your heart does not flutter when you hear my voice. That it doesn't ache when you hear your name in my lips."
"It is my own name I ache for, not your lips."
The edge of his mouth curls up, his eyes now emerald. A brightness born of pleasure. "Once, perhaps," he says. "But now it's more."
She is afraid that he is right.
I TOLD YOU????? BUT. Does that mean... that is how Luc feels when Addie says his name... when he hears Addie's voice...?
BUT. It also means Addie already feels something. Again, it might be because he's the only constant thing in her life. He's the only one who remembers and that's because he made it that way. But, he did offer to change the terms... Only that there was a misunderstanding because of everything that has happened and how she understands he, and his actions, works.
In the end, Addie's suspicions are justified. Sad for Luc, yes, but Addie has been suffering and it's because of him. If he can change—if he's willing to change—and he grants Addie's freedom with no consequences, no strings attached, and Addie gets to choose her own life in her own terms and who she wants to be with, then maybe when she chooses Luc, it can be healthy...
"I will give you what you want," he says. "If you will do one thing."
"What?" she asks.
Luc holds out his hand.
"Dance with me," he says.
This part was very sad for me. It was clear that Luc has real feelings for her, yet Addie can no longer trust. Damage has been done. Their lines intersected, and from here, they'll only grow apart... Not physically, but emotionally.
But I think it's fitting. Luc is not human, though he is growing more human. Addie is human, but she is becoming more scheming... less human. They really cannot be together because Luc will always hold power and Luc is (or was?) manipulative. And Addie cannot find it in her to trust him again. Though Luc might change, to Addie, he is only the devil. And that is justified (though sad).
"What a hard lesson it must be for you," she says. "That you can't have everything you want."
"Want?" he sneers. "Want is for children. If this were want, I would be rid of you by now. I would have forgotten you centuries ago," he says, a bitter loathing in his voice. "This is need. And need is painful but patient. Do you hear me, Adeline? I need you. As you need me. I love you, as you love me."
She hears the pain in his voice.
Before we continue, may I just say one thing. LUC ALWAYS CALLS HER "ADELINE". Not "Addie" but "Adeline". And I think that means something.
Addie has always wanted to be "Addie", the name Estelle gave her. Since before, she did not want to be "Adeline". But, as she lived her immortal life, she kept wanting to go back to her old life. She yearned to be remembered again, even if it meant being tied down... But then she kept remembering she never wanted to be married and to just stay there forever. So even if she kept yearning for her life as "Adeline", she would still always want to be "Addie".
And Luc... calls her "Adeline". Easy explanation: Luc always says that she's always been his. That's because she traded her soul for freedom. This means she is really his, her whole being and life, whether as "Adeline" or "Addie"; but her birth name is "Adeline", and so her real, purest, and barest being is "Adeline". "Addie" came from "Adeline", whether it's just her name or her being.
But in my head: Being "Adeline" is being home, and Luc offered her just that :))
Another interpretation in my head (sad): Luc only sees her and/ or he keeps her as her former self, when Addie wants to be "Addie" aka free. He keeps her as "Adeline", the person who was desperate and in need, when she wants and needs to be "Addie", a person who is free. Thus, Luc is the shackles that hold her back from being free; they had a deal and she is still bound to him. As long as she is kept within a deal, she can never be free. Addie has to be free from Luc to be truly free.
"They can have the story," he says. "So long as I have you."
The ending. Henry did not have a happy ending with Addie because Addie is now with Luc. Yet, in the book's ending, Addie is scheming to make Luc hate her so that he would (unintentionally?) set her free, based on the new deal they had.
Should her plan work, then it will be true to her character: stubborn as a rock, and only wanting freedom. By extension, it highlights her true freedom as no man will ever own her or have her; fitting as she wanted to escape marriage long ago.
However, let us remember that The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, in the book, was written by Henry... and he never knew the true ending. Of what happened to Addie. Where she is. How she is now with Luc. How she and Luc treat each other. So we can also interpret that as Henry attempting to make a good and open ending for Addie :))
For me, I'll try to think and think about this because I'm clearly never moving on!! Maybe Luc can change and Addie can accept that. Maybe not. Maybe she will be free but Luc will still try to pursue her. Maybe after a long time, she can realize that he really has changed. Maybe they can be together. Maybe not because they have been toxic.
a/n: i know this is supposed to be a nanami focused account but hear me out... whiny gojo. that's it.
cw: cunnilingus, riding, ummm gojo being drunk and loud and his baby girl moans, semi-public sex (they're in a bathroom), i am so horny and i just need him so bad
you love the sounds your boyfriend makes during sex. he's never been shameful about it either, always loud and proud about the way your pussy makes him feel. this time, however, you wish he'd shut up.
you two are currently in your friends bathroom during a drunk movie night. you were both pretty tipsy, gojo more drunk than you and you were having a great time. all of a sudden, he doubled over, making it obvious to everyone that there was something wrong and he needed a bathroom fast.
except, when you follow him in and he locks the door behind you, there is nothing wrong with him at all, besides the raging boner he was currently sporting. your eyes widened when you saw it, but the casamigos in your bloodstream was stopping you from thinking clearly and the next thing you knew, you were getting eaten out on your friends bathroom floor.
"'toru, fuck, i'm close!" you whisper, holding his head harder and he speeds up, his tongue flicking your clit constantly as his two middle fingers are going to work. when you cum, you cover your mouth with your hand as your back arches off the floor and gojo doesn't pull away. you have to manually drag him away from you and he immediately goes for your lips, making your mouth just as messy as his own.
as the two of you kiss, he sits up and pulls you against his body sitting against the bathtub. you make quick work of his pants and without wasting any time you lower yourself on him. the last thing you expected was for him to throw his head back and let out one of the sluttiest moans you had ever heard. "ahhh fuckkk!"
you quickly slap your hand against his mouth and pray to god that no one heard that. he lifts his head and looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and low eyes, whimpering quietly against your hand at your pussy pulsing around him. "satoru, you've got to be quiet, baby, okay?" you ask and he nods, his cheeks red.
you finally lift your hips and before you could even go back down, a deep groan comes from his throat and you stop again. he gets impatient and pulls you down himself, dropping his forehead against yours as he moves you faster.
"mmph feels too good, can't stop," he says breathlessly against your palm, and you have to drop your head on his shoulder at the speed he was going. he truly was trying his best, but as the two of you went on, his whines got louder and louder until they were hoarse moans.
"im close, im close, please, please, please!" he cries against your skin and you take over, pressing your lips against his in the process. he moans into the kiss, his body going weak when you trade the fast movement for slow, deeper movements.
"you like it, 'toru?" you ask, your lips moving against his. he nods quickly, tears beginning to form in his eyes at the sensitivity of his dick but you don't stop.
"baby please- haaa fuckkk!" he begs squeezing your hips and you shake your head.
"promise me you'll be quiet when you cum," you instruct and he nods furiously, just wanting to feel his orgasm. you take his word for it, partly because you were ready to cum too, but you cover his mouth for safe measures.
you go faster now, grinding your hips down on his, and almost as soon as you start, you feel him start to shake and thrust into you himself. "ah, ah ahhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, cummingggg!"
before you could say anything, he holds you down, his head buried in your neck as he moans in your ear and your orgasm hits as well, spurring him on. "ohh shitshitshit too much too much fuuuck!" he cries, holding your body against his as you ride your orgasm out. right when you finish, you hear a knock on the door and your friend's concerned voice.
"hey, is he okay in there, do you guys need help?" her voice rings out and your eyes widen.
"yeah, he's okay, just drank a bit too much!" you shout back and turn back to look at your boyfriend. "cough," you instruct and he does just that. you reach to the side and flush the toilet and pretend to pat his back. "that's okay, get it all out."
"okay, there's some water in the kitchen for him when he's done," she says and leaves. you let out a sigh of relief and drop your head on a slightly sobered up gojo's chest.
"my bad," he whispers and you roll your eyes as you stand up.
Kuroo's knees would buckle the first time you surprise him with a kiss, especially in the beginning/before your relationship.
He would even use it as an opportunity to pull you closer, you know, since he lowered his body already. For the first time, you have your chest in the same height as his so you can feel his heart pounding against yours — still trying to understand what's happening, stunned for a moment, almost laughing.
However, his arms would wrap around you so fast. At first it was just for stability, just so he wouldn't fall over you, but then he feels your body between his legs and he doesn't even take time to adjust his height. Kuroo just pulls your body impossibly closer, trying to stand up straight as he brings you up with him; just then you remember how much taller he is, when you're suddenly on your tiptoes since he won't let go of your lips.
His touch is borderline heavy. It feels like he's pulling you down onto him like an anchor, his fingers digging your waist — and if you wrap your arms around his neck, his hand would part, one for your lower back and one for your neck, and he would pull you even closer. There's so much weight to it, to how he melts above you, fully leaning over your body; you'd be worried about falling back if his grip wasn't so steady.
You try to let go after what feels like hours for breath, pushing his chest away, “Tetsu, wait-” your face barely far enough for you to look back at him when you notice: he doesn't even open his eyes before pulling you back. Furrowed eyebrows, his lips shaping in a way you could feel him containing a smile against your lips, his grip somehow tighter as he starts backing you up against something — anything, really, to ground himself, because he has no plans of letting you go anytime soon.
gojo satoru x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw ﾉ cum fetish ﾉ cumming hands-free ( m ) ﾉ squirtingﾉ slight praise kink ﾉ slight degrading kink ﾉ air humping ( m ) ﾉ multiple orgasms ﾉ oral sex ( f receiving ) ﾉ msub + fdom ﾉ not proofread ! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১
definitely not the longest fic 've written buttttt i wanted 2 jus' get this outta my head ! srry if this is not the best fic, 'm incredibly sleepy, though i do hope you enjoy reading despite this not bein' my best work ! art credits are here ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !
Sticky arousal painted his features, the creamy substance dripping down the sides of his face. Wet lashes batted at you, his gaze fixed upon your form, pleading for you to treat him with more of your essence. "Let me taste you more.. please.." The man below you begged, his hands clasped together in front of him, his eyes sparkling with lust and admiration. His mouth hung open, his tongue lolling out, awaiting your release. You felt his warm breath fan across your cunt, sending shivers up your spine.
You took a step forward, the heels of your feet clicking against the hardwood floor. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him, the tip of his tongue pressing into your slit. "You're such a good boy.." You cooed, your hands carding through his snowy locks. You watched as he slowly lapped at your cunt, his nose rubbing against your clit. Soft whines left his lips, his warm breath hitting your sex. He looked so pretty below you, his eyes staring up at you, a pleading look in his crystal blue irises. "More.. let me taste more.." He whined, his tongue sliding up and down your slit, coating his taste buds with your slick, his eyes never once leaving yours.
Your fingers curled in his hair, pulling his head closer to you, your hips grinding against his mouth, his lips enveloping your clit. He let out a muffled moan, his nails digging into the skin of your thighs, his head moving in sync with your movements. His tongue moved expertly, his nose buried deep in the folds of your slit, his head tilted upwards, his gaze burning into yours. "So needy.." You muttered, a soft chuckle leaving your lips as you felt him twitch beneath you. A shaky gasp escaped his lips, his eyes closing, brows furrowing as his cock spasmed, a sticky stream of cum shooting out, landing on the hardwood floor beneath him. He whined loudly, his hips jerking forwards, his lips wrapping around your clit, his eyes fluttering open once more. Had he just.. came from you calling him needy? Oh, what a perfect, beautiful little slut you had in your grasp. You were going to enjoy this.
"Such a whore.." Your voice dripped with venom, his tongue moving faster, his hips jerking uncontrollably, his cock spasming again. Another stream of cum, this one longer than the last, shot out, landing on his stomach, his body quivering as his hips bucked upwards, a muffled cry leaving his lips. "Babyyyy..c-cant do this t' me.. makin' me crazy.." He slurred, his length pumping out ropes of cum, his mouth sucking on your clit, his tongue drawing small circles against your skin. You watched as he shook beneath you, his eyes rolling back as his mouth opened wide, a long, drawn out moan leaving his lips, his hips thrusting into the air. "F-fuckk.. no.." He begged, tears forming in his eyes, his legs shaking violently, his body trembling as his cock continued to twitch and spurt out his essence, the liquid landing on his abdomen. "Mh.. Can't even control it.. can't stop cumming.. can't stop.. so hard.." He whined, his eyes closing as a single tear ran down his cheek, his body shivering with ecstasy as he easily came hands free, his cock completely untouched, yet drenched in his own cum, a mess of semen sticking to his skin.
It was a sight to behold. So utterly submissive. You smirked, watching as his cock twitched for the umpteenth time, another wave of his cum painting his torso. His mouth fell open, a loud whine leaving his lips as his tongue drove itself deep into your core, the tip of his pink muscle grazing the top of your walls. "You're so perfect like this, Satoru.." You breathed, his name falling from your lips in a sweet sigh. He was too focused on you, on your pleasure, that he failed to notice his own body convulsing further, his length throbbing and leaking. "So fucking hot.. I could watch you cum forever." You mused, the words leaving your mouth in a whisper, sending a jolt of electricity up his spine. He groaned against you, his eyes squeezing shut as his tongue began to move, the muscle swirling around your core, his head bobbing in sync with the movements of his mouth. His jaw worked tirelessly, the muscles straining under the constant use, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the act of eating you out. It was euphoric, his body quivering, his cock twitching, his mind focused only on the task at hand. Your taste filled his senses, drowning his brain in the deliciousness of your nectar, the sweet honey varnishing his tongue.
The taste of you. God, he could live on your taste alone. The thought made his stomach clench, his dick pulsating with desire. It was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted, a sweet treat that made him weak in the knees. The way your juices coated his lips, the way they slid down his throat, the way your taste lingered on his tongue, it was like a drug. He couldn't get enough of it. Your taste was intoxicating, and he was hooked. It was an addiction, one he was more than happy to succumb to. He wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in your taste, to be drowned in it. He wanted to live in your flavor.
A harsh tug on his strands caused his eyes to open, his vision blurry from his tears. His cock was throbbing, the organ pulsating against his stomach, precum pooling in his navel. He felt the familiar pressure in his core, the feeling building up in his loins. "Mh.. gonna.." He trailed off, his body shivering as his cock began to shoot out thick spurts of his seed. It was an intense orgasm, his body jerking and shuddering with each stream that left his length. He felt his stomach grow warm, his essence coating his skin, dripping down his sides. "Ahhh.." He moaned, his face a mess of tears, saliva and cum. His body trembled as he continued to climax, his length continuing to squirt his seed, the sticky substance staining his skin, the sticky liquid oozing down his torso. His body quivered as he released his load, his hips bucking up involuntarily, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He could feel your fingers running through his hair, gently caressing his scalp. "Mmm.. 'm so close 'toru.. you're doing such a good job.. don't stop.." You whispered, your voice sweet and soothing, your fingers scratching his scalp, eliciting a soft purr from his lips. You were so sweet and patient, he could spend hours between your legs, his tongue worshipping you.
"G-god… mhm…" He whimpered, his voice shaky and high pitched, his face scrunched up in pleasure, his eyes half lidded, his mouth hanging open, a string of saliva dribbling down his chin. "Cum.. a-at.. cum, baby.. p-please.. need more of-!" He paused, feeling the result of your orgasm against his tongue. You cried out, your hands gripping his hair tightly, his name leaving your lips in a moan, his tongue eagerly lapping at your pussy. He drank down every last drop, his tongue sliding against your slit, his teeth lightly grazing your clit. "S-so.. so.. gooood.. tastes 'mazing.. fuckkk.." He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed, his mouth closing over your cunt, his lips sealing around your folds. "Moreee.. Fuck, Y/N.. G-give me more.."
big submissive men holding your hips hard enough to bruise and rutting into you with everything they have, whining against your neck when you call them your good boy :(
big submissive men holding your hips hard enough to bruise and rutting into you with everything they have, whining against your neck when you call them your good boy :(
feeling thankful that i’m a dom bottom because how fun is that!! how utterly delightful that you’re the one railing me, yet it’s you who turns into a stuttering blushing mess merely from my voice, my carefully-placed hands, my posture, my attitude, my expression. it’s your fingers that are painting pretty bruises onto my soft hips as you hold me in place and fuck me deeper, but you’re doing it at my command, desperate for my praise, melting for me. and when i lose myself in feeling you and my moans fill your ears, it’s the best praise you’ve ever heard, and by the time we’re finished you’re dizzy in awe and the relief of submission, you’re pressing soft kisses to my shoulders and thanking me for the honor of making me cum. how divine.
Aftercare ideas that aren’t just “cuddle”: presented by yours truly:
• Give each other back scratches/massages, bonus points if you hold each other and scratch each others’ backs at the same time.
• Have one partner lay on the others chest and let yourselves both decompress.
• Tell each other your favorite part of your special time and give them reassurance that it felt good.
• Play a game that can be played together in bed (do not nut in her and get up to go play val.)
• Make a shared playlist you can both add songs to and listen to it together.
• Have water/snacks on hand before starting so neither one of you has to get up and you can cuddle n recharge.
• Hair play!! Run your fingers through their hair, scratch their scalp, ruffle it gently, etc. hair play is one of my favorite forms of physical affection ngl.
• Give each other your clothes to wear (bonus if you’ve been wearing them so they smell like you).
• Taking a shower together where you help the other person to wash back, arms, not sexual, just romantic, and you tell them how pretty they are or hug under the water.
Never forget aftercare is NECESSARY, prolonged or not. dom drop is real, comedown is real, and aftercare will never be an optional thing.
The longer the session the longer the aftercare, and the rougher you were the gentler you should be after AFTERCARE IS A REQUIREMENT if you don't think so you're disgusting, dillusional and vile.
