This is a personal archive of some of my fav NSFW fanfics and fan art for JJK, One Piece (mostly OPLA), TLOU, BG3, and Star Wars.
I love the following characters: Astarion, Gale, Rolan, Halsin; Nanami, Gojo, Geto; Sanji, Zoro, Law, Shanks, Mihawk; Joel Miller; Din Djarin, Obi Wan Kenobi, and occasionally Boba Fett.
I'm female and ship female readers x the above characters as well as those characters with one another (no fandom crossovers, though, don't worry). Someday I'll tag posts for easy browsing.
I favor smut, plot-what-plot fics, husband!characters, soft!dom switches, omegaverse AUs, and occasionally SFW fluff if I'm in the mood for it. My fav fics feature healthy, loving relationships with a lot of spice. Generally speaking this is a 100% explicit, 100% NSFW space and should be treated as such, especially now that I have also started reblogging art, too.
I do NOT reblog anything with the following character dynamics in them: incest, stepcest (especially stepdaughter/stepdad stuff), infidelity, jealousy, dd/lg, tsundere, stalker, noncon, exes, angst with no happy endings, dumbification, age regression, huge age gaps, or violent verbal degradation. I also won't repost anything that involves the reader x an actor, such as reader x Taz Skylar or reader x Pedro Pascal.
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HEAR ME OUT: they're both bosses, they're smart, they're cunning, they look cool asf, like RLLY cool. Genuinely the biggest aurafarmers when it comes to status.
I imagine these two would go drive off and have meaningful conversations after a gala dinner or a big business meeting or a charity event, DO YOU SEE MY VISIONN??? Like maybe they'd get a few drinks in, Valko can visit Sylus' base in N109 and I imagine the Twins would welcome him too.
Maybe they'd try to outrank each other, friendly competition though because their masculinity ain't fragile, they'd 100% laugh at idiot podcast bros omg. THERE'S SO MUCH POTENTIAL. THE FRIENDSHIP AND BUSINESS PARTNER POTENTIAL.
Anyways, if I put my MC in the picture, she's 100% confused at what they're talking about bc the mind of business alpha males is too complicated for Ms Hunter. That's all folks.
The most vulnerable you’ll ever catch Megumi is completely naked, stretched out on top of you with nothing between your bare skin and his, just like right now.
His weight feels perfect, heavy in the best way, chest pressed flush to yours so you feel every breath he takes. One of his hands cradles the side of your face, thumb stroking slow circles over your cheekbone, while the other grips your hand tightly. His cock is buried deep inside you and he rocks into you with these slow thrusts that drag against every sensitive inch. He’s never in a rush. Never.
“Megumi…” Your voice comes out shaky as he pushes in again slowly. Your walls flutter around him and he lets out this quiet breath against your neck.
“Shh.. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice low and a little rough. He pulls back until just the tip is stretching you open, then sinks back in so deep your toes curl. Every thrust is thought through, his hips rolling in this steady rhythm that grinds his pelvis against your clit on every downstroke. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, breath hot against your skin.
“Look at me.”
You do. Those dark blue eyes are half-lidded and locked on yours. He squeezes your hand harder and thrusts a little deeper, angling his hips until he hits that spot that makes your back arch. A soft, needy sound slips out of you, he swallows it with a slow kiss, tongue brushing yours like he’s tasting how good you feel.
“Fuck, you’re... so perfect,” he whispers against your lips. Your thighs tremble around his waist, yet he doesn’t speed up, he just keeps that same devastatingly slow pace, grinding in circles while he’s buried into you, letting you feel every inch of him stretching you, worshipping you. Your free hand slides down to grip his ass, pulling him closer and he makes this low sound in his throat.
“Yeah… just like that.” He presses his forehead to yours, breathing with you as the pleasure builds heavy in your belly. Every time he pulls out, your pussy clenches like it doesn’t want to let him go. Every time he pushes back in, you feel so full it borders on too much. You’re getting close, your legs are shaking, your breath is coming in short gasps. Megumi notices, of course he does. He shifts just a fraction, changing the angle and starts rocking into that perfect spot over and over, still slow but firmer now.
“Come on,” he says quietly, voice strained. “Let me feel you. I want to feel you come around me.”
It hits you hard, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as your pussy spasms tight around his cock, soaking him. You moan his name into his shoulder, nails digging into his back as he keeps moving through it. Only then does he let himself chase it. His thrusts get a little deeper, a little less controlled, hips stuttering as he buries his face in your neck.
“I love you,” he breathes. “Fuck… I love you.”
He comes with a quiet groan, cock pulsing inside you as he fills you up. He stays there afterward, your bodies still locked together and breathing hard.
Because Megumi never fucks. He loves. And when he loves, he makes sure you feel every single bit of it.
pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.
pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.
pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.
pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.
pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.
satoru’s thought long and hard about how intimacy with you would go, enough times that it borders on embarrassing. with you being the more experienced one in every way that’s relevant, the proposition coming from your end makes the most sense. that or him working up the courage to bring up the benefits part to his first (and only) study partner with benefits. every version of the latter that he envisions ends in him bumbling and stuttering over his words like an idiot. bringing it up and embarrassing himself is the last thing he’d want.
“let me see your cock, satoru.” this isn’t a scenario he thinks his own imagination could’ve ever conjured up. the grin splitting your lips isn’t like any expression he thinks he’s seen you make before, too giddy with the events unfolding. you’ve been teasing the man for the better half of an hour: touching him under the guise of being cold, shoving your tits up against his warm side. playing with his fingers, kissing his neck. kissing him.
somehow both your attention strayed from being productive—escalating to swapping spit while making out and sliding your fingers through his hair, notes previously pulled up all but abandoned on your laptop.
your study buddy proves once again to be too much of an easy teasing target, and maybe you’re terrible for playing into it but god...it’s just so fun.
he’s blushing, again. he always seems to do that around you. soft, kiss swollen pink bottom lip caught like prey between his incisors, nails digging into his jeans. jeans that don’t do much to hide his steadily growing erection.
the sight sends a rush of heat down south, own imagination fueling your arousal and drawing a giddy giggle out of you. you lean back on your palms, huffing out a soft sigh. “you know I don’t bite. no need to be shy.”
you watch a full body shudder wrack through him, hand shoving his glasses up into his hair before both stray to his belt. “i’m not shy.”
his nails graze over the leather belt, fingertips pressing into the cool buckle. “oh yeah?”
you’re hooked, eyes following the way he undoes it himself with his shaky fingers, tugging and pulling, tossing the belt aside. undoing the button and his zip, not even taking his pants off fully before he’s hooking a finger on his briefs. “yeah. but like…y-you’re sure? you want to see it?”
“it?” your head tilts as though confused. “you mean your cock?” you shift to sit higher on your heels, peering down at the newly exposed skin. the coarse trail of white from his navel that disappears into the tight band of his briefs. the taut lines of his lower abdomen. “yeah, satoru. I wanna see ‘it’.” and touch it, and hold it.. “if you still want to, you know..let me see it. obviously.”
his eyes bore into yours for a few seconds, something nervous there as the tips of his ears glow with how red they are. your lips part to reassure him—you’d been fine with just kissing the other times, this time wouldn’t be any different. but he’s tugging his briefs low and your thoughts instantly empty. it’s almost funny how the sight robs your lungs of the air it so desperately needs, gaze fixed on what he’s just unveiled for you. slapping against his tee as its freed from its confinement, bobbing slightly with its weight.
satoru’s hard as diamond, thick and flushed. cock a pretty, ruddy shade of pink. pearlescent droplets bead near the head and you instantly feel saliva pooling warm under your tongue. you take in everything—from where the trail leads to an equally neat patch leading down to his base, the way he's half hard and steadily getting harder just from you looking—
“what the hell?”
he feels like he’s gonna die. first time you’ve ever seen his cock and you exclaim ‘what the hell?’ — what exactly is he supposed to take that as?
“oh my god, you hate it.” his hands fly down to hide it uselessly, tremor in his fingers not missed. “is it ugly? you think it’s ugly.”
his face is scarlet, lightly painted over pale skin. just when you think you can’t like him any more than you already do, he just fuels your affection towards him.
“no! no, I don’t hate it.” you’re quick to make the words said in awe clearer, scooting closer to him on your knees, “ugly? never.” your hands reach up to slide his glasses back down so they’re perched on his nose again and not in his hair, lightly thumbing at the apples of his cheeks. “I really like it, trust me.”
you let your gaze drop back down. deliberate, slow, dragging over every inch of him before finding his face again with the most innocent expression you can manage.
"why are you hiding?" the playful pout comes easy, head tilting. your hands lower to smooth up his jean covered thighs, gently squeezing, fingers grazing bare skin when you get to his upper thighs. his eyes follow your path, fixed on your fingers now hovering over his shielding his length, “can I touch you?”
his nod comes fast, and your hands move once you have the okay. prying his away, getting your fill again just from looking at it.
with his hands gone you can get a proper look - thick with a flushed, glistening tip, another bead spilling free from your attention alone. the vein and the side taunts you, gusset of your panties growing uncomfortably slick and plastering itself to your folds. you press your thighs together instinctively—you’re not sure what you’d expected but you do know that this far surpasses it. sitting on his lap had clearly been an inaccurate way to gauge his size because…how would you even begin to take him if you guys got that far? “…god.”
your fingers wrap around him and he shivers, a shaky moan punching out of him as his head pitches forward. he’s warm and thick in your grip, heavier than you expected, thumb immediately finding the precum welling near his tip. you smear and spread it, hand slowly stroking downward once, cock steadily becoming slick the more you play with him. “so pretty, satoru..”
you’ve barely done anything and he feels like he’s close to embarrassing himself. you’re just so pretty and nice to him and he’s been thinking about doing something like this for ages…he doesn’t exactly have it easy right now.
“satoru, are..” your voice sounds distant, his mind somewhere far away. all his brain power is focused on the point of contact between you and him, cock throbbing in your grip. heat pools low in his gut, sharp and insistent - the kind that makes his brows furrow, jaw slackening around shaky moan. his hands grip at the sheet on either side of him, bunched in his hold like it’ll help him maintain any semblance of his sanity.
“..’toru? are you listening?”
a squeeze to his base does a quick job of bringing him back, gasp warming you to the core as his hips buck upward. his hazy, half lidded gaze fixes on you again, giving you a quick nod. "i’m—yeah. sorry, i’m listening.”
you smile at the brief distraction, hand finding a gentle rhythm. up down in firm, even strokes that spread every glossy bead gathering at his tip down his rigid shaft. you pick up on the change of his breathing, the rising pitch of his moans, curses muttered under his breath.
you’re closer before he can process it, thigh on either side of one of his with your hand never slowing, nosing at the side of his jaw. “wanna kiss some more..?” his head turns and his lips meet yours before the question can even land, desperate and entirely too eager to continue where you’d left off. his hands finally leave the sheets to slide into your hair, angling your head, pulling you closer. your mouths move together, something wet and urgent - lips smacking, tongues mutually probing at each other’s lips for access. one slide of his over yours and you’re moaning in sheer glee, getting closer because even this isn’t close enough. lowering your hips so your clothed cunt is flush to his hard thigh under you, hips rolling absently for any sort of stimulation. you’re sharing breaths more than you’re breaking free for fresh air, and neither of you seem to find issue with the arrangement.
“mm, ‘toru..’ a giggle warms his lips. you’re dizzy from the oxygen you’d deprived yourself of, kissing wetly across his cheeks, down his jaw, “god, I love kissing you.” you honestly think you could sit for hours doing just that and you’d die happy.
“I—o-oh god—me too. I love kissing you.” his head tilts, almost instinct at this point to bare his neck to your attention. your mouth finds its target instantly, instantly latching onto soft skin. you suck at the flesh slowly, feeling marks bloom hot under your lips, fist keeping rhythm along his length.
“aw, do you?”
the words leave you, muffled against his neck, but he picks up on the teasing tone despite that fact. you’d think you’re the one being touched with how turned on you are, teeth finding a new spot to bite into, moaning at the pressure of his thigh against your clit. “do you like cumming for me too? hm, satoru?”
the teasing hadn’t done him any favours in the first place but asking him a question like that all casually, calling his name that way…
“I…wait,” he feels that heat that's been settled low for the length of your teasing suddenly flaring hot, balls twitching. pulling tight.
“nng—haah. w-wait, please—” satoru’s hips jerk before he can even warm you properly.. the warmth hits your fist first, before you’re even registering anything. it seems continuous, pooling in your grip. spilling down your knuckles and his length in thick pulses.
“oh?”
by the time your brain catches up and you’re pulling out his neck to look, a strangled noise claws its way out of him, hand pulling you back in to kiss you harder. a shaky moan breaks against your lips, hips helpessly rolling up into your grip in the face of his orgasm. “‘m..shit, s-so sorry—c-cumming—” you put up 0 fight, swallowing every sound, working him higher and higher with firm strokes as he empties into your grip, shaking under you.
“that’s it, pretty boy…keep cumming.” you breathe the words into his mouth, high on his moans, his hand grabbing at your wrist that continues to twist. your stroking slows to a stop after a little, glistening strand stretching thin between your lips when you break from your kiss.
satoru’s chest is heaving, eyes squeezed shut behind the glasses as the embarrassment hits and settles post his mindbending orgasm. “..oh my god.” he wishes a sinkhole would just open up under him and pull him under.
“—toru..satoru?”
his eyes open and his eyes are instantly on yours—pupils blown but your gaze is soft, still smiling. “don’t get in your head about it. that was really hot, I promise.”
he trusts you, he really does. but finding…whatever that was hot? you can see the skepticism on his face and it only makes your heart swell, unoccupied hand reaching for his. your fingers wrap around his wrist, and he watches dumbfounded as you guide his hand right under your skirt. his fingers find the arousal damp fabric of your underwear and his jaw slackens, the skeptical look replaced by something that makes your stomach flip. “oh.”
“yeah, oh.” the smile on your lips wobbles as his fingers trace the shape of your cunt over the fabric, next words breathless as they leave you, “don’t feel bad. we’re—mm, ‘t-toru—basically in the same boat. see?”
“yeah...same boat..” barely out of his first orgasm, his arousal returns with a vengeance.
his fingers find the swell of your clit through your panties, pressing down just to see your expression falter just a little. and falter it does, your whine warming his cheeks, flutter of your eyes mirroring his own. “nng, satoru..”
the next 5 seconds feel like somewhat of a blur—one second you’re on your knees, sat on his thigh close to him. but the next? you’re on your back. sheets soft as silk under your molten skin, skirt flipped up just enough that he can see underneath it. his cock is still warm and heavy in your hand, growing thicker with his renewed arousal. satoru's fingers worm their way past the gusset of your underwear to circle your bare clit with enough pressure that your hips tilt upward, a rush of arousal pooling wetly against his fingertips as he moves down to your entrance. then back up to your clit just to spread your mess. moving like he already has his mind set on something, like he wants the same thing that you do.
"...i'll last longer this time, i promise."
author's note :: 𑣲⋆ I offer inexperienced gojo today 🧎🏽♀️added a teeny bit more than originally planned but I like how it turned out
comments, likes and reblogs appreciated, thanks for reading! (❁´◡`❁)
extra : a/c - pamelachano on twitter <3
"It's okay," he slurs over and over as you roll against him. "S'okay. Gege's got you."
You're tangled around each other, skin to skin. With his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your leg draped over his waist, it's hardly possible to be closer.
That doesn't stop him trying.
The tips of his fingers brush over your cunt over and over as he palms your ass like he might be able to drag you tighter against him, aiding your rolling hips.
His hums sound like soothing answers to the desperate little sounds you make into his mouth. He's all-consuming, indulgent, relentless. The sloppy lazy cadence of it might put you to sleep if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside you.
He'd never been inside.
So when he slips his aching cock up against your exposed cunt and holds it there as you grind against each other, your heart practically beats out of your chest.
The hot length of him slips over your soppy cunt over and over as eager anticipation sends shivers through your whole body.
"S'okay," he slurs again as you tremble in his arms. "This is what it's made for, mm?" He rolls his hips in one long glide as he presses his hard length firmly against you, coating himself in your slick. "Made for this. Gege's cock was made for this pretty pussy." He bites your lip gently. "Gege is just for you."
Seemingly satisfied with your responding mewl, he applies a little more pressure to the underside of his tip as you continue rolling into him. Gently, in a way that almost seems accidental, he guides himself to dip inside your entrance as his hot breath tickles your lips.
You freeze.
"Just there," he breathes.
Then, he watches your face with rapt attention as he rolls his hips to meet you—sinking into your wet heat with a broken groan. There's a pause afterwards, a mutual indulgence in the delicious release of tension built over years and years as you clench rhythmically around him.
He's the first to break it.
His eyes stay locked on yours as he grips you firmly, fingers digging into soft skin, and tugs you onto his cock with each undulation of his hips. It's a sensual, languid claiming, following a kind of lazy cadence to mirror the way he'd kissed you.
But when you close the tiny space between your mouths and whisper "I love you" against his sodden lips, he whimpers. It's followed shortly after by a full body tremor.
It's different after that.
He wraps his arms tight around you, buries his face in your shoulder, and begins surging up into you—rasping breaths tickling your skin as he gives himself over to long-repressed hunger.
You were laying on the couch. Only wearing one of Satoru's oversized t-shirts and some panties when he walked in. “Missed you,” Satoru murmurs, voice low and teasing, but there’s an edge to it tonight. Before you could move, he’s pouncing on you, large hands on your hips. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you today.” And just as soon as you were about to respond, his mouth crashes into yours. His demanding tongue sliding in with that infuriating confidence that makes your knees weak. Your hands fist in his white hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan into the kiss.
Satoru doesn’t waste time. He grips your thighs and lifts you effortlessly to shift you so you’re sat on his lap with your legs wrapped around his narrow waist. The hard ridge of his cock, already straining against his uniform pants, presses right between your thighs. Even through layers of fabric, the heat and thickness of him make you whimper.
“Fuck, feel that?” he breathes against your lips, rolling his hips forward in a slow, deliberate grind. The friction drags his clothed erection along your core, right over your clit, sending sparks shooting up your spine. “Been hard for you for hours. Want you to ride it like this first… just like this.”
You nod frantically, rolling your hips down to meet him. The drag is delicious, rough denim and the thin barrier of your panties doing nothing to dull the sensation. Satoru sets a rhythm, slow at first, letting you feel every inch of his long, heavy cock sliding against your soaked pussy. He angles his hips just right, the head catching your clit on every upward thrust, making your breath hitch into broken moans.
His hands are everywhere, squeezing your ass, pulling you tighter against him so there’s no space left between your bodies. “That’s it, baby,” he praises, voice husky as he nips at your jaw, then your neck. “Grind on me. Use me. I can feel how wet you are through my pants… you’re dripping for it, aren’t ya?”
You rock harder, chasing the pressure, the heat building fast between you. The fabric grows slick with your arousal, making the slide even smoother. Every roll of his hips is precise, Satoru’s always been too good at this, reading your body like an open book. He grinds up in sync with you when your moans pitch higher, dragging the thick length of his cock right where you need it most.
“Shit—Satoru—” You clutch his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt. The muscles in his arms and abs flexing with every thrust. He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against your throat as he sucks a mark into your skin. “Louder. Want to hear how much you love dry-humping my cock like a desperate little thing.” His pace picks up, hips snapping up harder. He’s so hard it almost hurts, the outline of him massive and insistent against your throbbing clit.
You’re losing it, grinding down frantically now, thighs trembling around his waist. The coil in your belly tightens with every filthy drag. Satoru shifts one hand to your hair, tugging your head back so he can watch your face, blue eyes glowing with lust.
“Look at you,” he groans, voice strained. “So fucking pretty when you’re about to come on me like this. Don’t stop, keep riding it. Gonna make you soak my pants before I even get inside you.”
The words push you over. Pleasure crashes through you hard, your pussy clenching around nothing as you grind and shake against his cock. You cry out his name, hips stuttering through the waves. Satoru keeps moving through it, prolonging it, grinding deep and slow until you’re whimpering from overstimulation.
Only then does he slow, breathing ragged, lips brushing your ear. “Good girl… but we’re not done.” His cock twitches against your sensitive core, still rock-hard and leaking. “Think you can handle another round before I rip these clothes off?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, just kisses you again, deeper this time, already starting to roll his hips once more.
hope this is an accurate representation of dry humping 😀
He’d die before admitting it to anyone else, but with you? He doesn’t even try to hide it. The second you tie his wrists behind his back with his own blindfold, his pants are ready to burst. Right now he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, breathing a little too fast. His cock is standing up thick and flushed, leaking all over his stomach. Well, no wonder, he’s been edged for hours.
You’re straddling his thigh, one hand slowly jerking him off while the other is tangled in his messy white hair. You kiss him deep, mixing your spit with his. And every time he moans into your mouth you squeeze his needy cock a little tighter.
“S-shit.. baby.” he gasps against your lips. Gojo tries to thrust up into your fist but the way his arms are tied behind him makes it hard. He just ends up twitching helplessly. You smirk and stroke him faster, thumb swirling over his leaking tip, spreading the mess around. The wet, filthy sound of your hand pumping his slick cock is loud in the quiet room.
“You’re so fucking hard,” you murmur, biting his bottom lip. “Look at you.. legs spread and leaking everywhere like a slut.”
Gojo lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a groan when you twist your wrist just right.
“Only for you,” he breathes, trying to sound in control of the situation but failing miserably. His hips jerk again. “Fuck… your hand feels too good.”
You keep making out with him messily, while you jerk him off nice and tight. Long strokes from base to tip, then quick, nasty ones focused on the head. Gojo’s thighs start trembling under you. His breathing is fucked up, little whimpers slipping out between kisses. You pull back just enough to watch his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy and his lips swollen. God, he's beautiful.
“Gonna cum already?” you tease, speeding up your hand. Gojo bites his lip, trying to hold it together, but his cock is throbbing hard in your grip.
“Don’t stop- fuck.. please don’t stop,” he whines, forehead pressed to yours. The cocky bastard is actually begging now.
You kiss him again, swallowing every sound as you stroke him faster. Gojo’s whole body suddenly goes rigid. His abs flex hard and he lets out this desperate moan right into your mouth.
He squirts.
Hard.
Clear fluid shoots out of his cock in messy, pulsing jets, splashing all over your hand, his own chest and your thigh. It just keeps coming while you keep jerking him through it, milking every drop. Gojo is shaking, moaning like he’s losing his mind, hips jerking uncontrollably as he makes a complete mess.
You don’t stop until he’s twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly against your lips.
When you finally slow down, he’s panting, face buried in your neck, body still trembling from the aftershocks.
“Fuck…” he rasps, voice hoarse. A weak, breathless laugh escapes him. “I made such a fucking mess.”
You kiss the side of his head, still slowly stroking his spent cock.
“Yeah, you did,” you whisper. “And we’re not even done yet.”
Gojo shivers, but there’s a lazy, satisfied grin on his face when he looks up at you.
❄︎ zayne: in the beginning you thought he’d be stiff, but nothing of the sort. he’s solid, his warmth embraces you, and he’s nuzzling your neck while whispering sweet words on your skin. you don’t understand them, but you can feel what his body is trying to tell you. you always thought he needed nothing – but when he hugs you, there’s a sudden clarity. you. he needs you to survive.
✈︎ caleb: a hug never seems enough, he’s trying to melt into you, one hand tangling in your hair. he loves being this close to you, your scent in his nose, the feeling of your soft hair under his fingertips. every inch of his body is pressed against yours, and this is the closest thing to home there ever was for him and ever will be.
♠︎ sylus: this wall of a man almost swallows you with his body. the sheer size of him is overwhelming at first, but you sink into him when he picks you up, lifting your feet off the ground. you bury your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and when he makes a sound that resembles a deep purr, a slow smile creeps on your lips.
𓇼 rafayel: hugs are a lifeline for him, and there’s always a hint of desperation in them. he loves the feeling of your strong body against his, and his hands roam over your body, they can never stand still. he needs to feel all of you, your skin, your breathing in tune with his, all of you. you’re his, and his hugs show that.
☾ xavier: his hugs begin sweet, his strong arms embracing you, while you grab the back of his hoodie. he always feels like safety to you, a calm in the storm that is your life. but he can also be the contrary. wandering hands, fiery touches that let your breath hitch and let heat creep into your cheeks, while he makes clear that you belong to his side.
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