#cw spit

[dollyivy]

there’s something so wildly perverted inside the blues of older.ᐟ leon kennedy’s eyes when you part your lips just barely and almost immediately as his fingers urge to shove themselves inside your pretty mouth. it feels like your very own little oral fixation; the way you so terribly crave to have every corner of your mouth stuffed and explored, throat fucked by his big hand.

you always find a way to suck on something — always chasing the comfort and staring into his eyes, puckered lips, glossy and wet around leon’s fingertips. something’s always missing. your hazy mind completely shuts down when he buries his cock inside your stretchy walls, your tongue wrapped and circling in selfishly slow circles, as if you’re licking on a sweet lollipop.

there’s something even more disgusting and so downright perverse possessing leon when you take him by surprise. you lift your hand up and press your index finger gingerly and hesitantly down his lower lip. you’ve never done this before. you’ve never even asked leon about it.

but here you are, two fingers soaked in leon’s spit — because you’ve been inside his mouth and he didn’t hesitate to let you in; his raging boner grows visibility harder when your fingers leave his mouth with a quick pop. and right when you tease him, playing with your puffy clit and shoving them up inside your cunt, teeth sinking softly down your lip. his cock twitches uncomfortably. you know this innocent turned into a needy tease turns him on.

you carelessly spread your legs wide open at the edge of his king sized bed, panties down your ankle, tits pulled out of your tank top. leon’s back stays pressed against the bedroom white wall, muscles hugged by his black t-shirt and veiny arms pressed against his sturdy chest. he watches you finger fuck yourself and push his spit up your walls to lubricate— the wetness of your cunt splashes down your legs and soaks your inner thighs. he’s tense and you’re worse.

you shake in pleasure and stare right into his eyes and you see it from the way his brows furrow and right fist clenches glued to his thigh. his other, oh, you keep masturbating and dreaming about the length of his thick fingers filling up every inch of you, taking care of your aching burn.

“wanna taste me, leon?”

he gets down on one knee, right at the edge of the bed. he wraps his hand around your forearm, pulling your fingers closer to his hungry mouth and licking them clean.

“thought you’d never ask,” leon coos and he gets up, positioning himself between your legs, stuffing his thumb, then two more fingers inside your mouth, “suck on ‘em, sweet girl.”

and you listen, hypnotized by leon’s words, in something nearing a trance-like state.

“must feel really good, huh?”

ivy’s note: ok LISTEN. i have a very similar idea about leon getting down on his knees to eat your pussy and i wanna keep the rest for that fic tee hee hee 🙂‍↕️ THIS IS FOR THE GIRLS WHO LOVE FINGER SUCKING !!!!!!! mwuah <3

[johnpricescumrag]

Price spit right in your mouth. "You wanted to please me, didn't you, whore? Fucking swallow it. Yeah, that's it. Good bitch."

You swallowed Price's spit without the slightest complaint. It made your pussy throb to please him. That's all you ever wanted, was to please Price.

"Off you go," Price orders, lightly bopping you on the nose to get you fully aware again, "Fetch me a cigar and a whiskey."

You do exactly, as Price says. You prepare his whiskey as he likes it (on the rocks, he's a man of certain sophistication). You bring Price his cigar and a lighter, his drink in your free hand.

"Sir? I've brought what you asked for." You sat softly, not making eye contact.

"Attagirl." Price grunts, taking his whiskey from you. He takes a slow, deep sip, savoring the expensive whiskey. He sets the drink down and beckons you forward.

"Light my cigar," Price demands. You step forward, placing the cigar between Price's lips and carefully lighting it.

Price grips your face, roughly forcing your mouth open. He takes a puff of the cigar and then forcibly blows to smoke into your open mouth.

Price laughs when you cough and choke. "Aw, doesn't it taste good?" Price nods your head for you, a smug smirk on his weathered face.

Price has you sit on his lap while he smokes his cigar and sips at his whiskey. He occasionally forces your mouth open, spitting his whiskey into your mouth.

You're deep into that floaty headspace you love so much by the time Price finally finishes his cigar. Your face is covered in a mixture of Price's spit and whiskey. Not that you care, of course. As long as Price is happy, you're happy.

"Just need one more thing from ya," Price rumbles, patting your cheek to help you focus your eyes again. "Need ya to take my cock for me. You can do that, can't you, bitch?"

You nod, breathing out a soft, "Yes, sir."

Without warning, your panties were torn in half, and you were split over Price's cock. You let out a surprised cry, which Price snickers at.

"Can't take it? I thought you wanted to please me." Price laughs. He spits on you again, groaning when your pussy grips him like a vice.

Price bounces you in his lap, teasing you for your whines and moans. Your pussy is sopping around Price's cock, leaking down your thighs and over Price's thick thighs.

"Messy whore." Price groans, spitting into your open mouth once more.

Your orgasm comes out of nowhere, gushing liquid on Price's thighs and abdomen. You squeal as Price keeps fucking up into you.

Your ears ring. The slaps of your skin against Price's are intoxicating. The squelches of your cunt seem so much louder now.

When Price fills you with his cum, the squelches only grow louder, filthier. He doesn’t stop, despite the mess over the both of you.

You'll be cleaning it up with your tongue later.

[gojosconsort]

you’re gagging, throat stretched raw around SUGURU’S fat cock, spit dripping down as he fists your hair, dragging you deeper. “take me so good, baby... fuck, give me that messy little throat,” he says, while SATORU’S behind you, fucking you senseless at the same time, slamming into you so hard your whole body lurches, his hands clawing your hips red. “shit, you’re tight—squeezing me while you’re choking on him, huh?” satoru says, smacking your ass loud enough to echo.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” suguru pants, shoving himself deeper ‘til your nose hits his pubes, tears streaking your face. “swallowing me like you were made for it.” your lungs burn, but satoru’s relentless, railing you ‘til your brain’s mush, pleasure frying every nerve. he leans over, sweaty and hot against your back, “love this, don’t you? getting fucked while you gag... like our perfect little toy.” his thrusts turn mean, and you’re shaking, a drooling, dripping mess.

“gonna fill you up,” satoru grunts, slamming once more as he cums, his hot sticky cum spilling out ‘til it’s running down your thighs. suguru’s right there, hips jerking, groaning, “swallow it all, babe—don’t spill a fuckin’ drop,” as he unloads down your throat, leaving you gasping and marked inside and out.

they pull back, panting, and you’re a limp, dripping mess—cum dripping from your cunt, smeared across your lips. “look at you... fuck, that’s hot,” satoru says, already grabbing his phone. “gotta keep this.” and then he snaps the photo—you, sprawled out, thighs glistening with his release, suguru’s still dripping from your chin. “you’re perfect like this,” he says, zooming in, “all fucked stupid.” suguru leans down, smearing his cum over your lips. “you’re ours, hear me? no one’s touching you but us.” because they’re obsessed, drunk on the sight of you dripping with them.

[chrollohearttags]

𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 | 𝚎. 𝚓𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛

studying has been taking up a lot of your time (and mental energy) as of late. Your boyfriend has just the plan to shut your brain off for the night.

black nurse!reader (fem descriptors), eren is a nursing student (a few years younger than reader also) fingering, neck kissing, choking, facefucking, rough-ish sex, squirting, missionary, slightly aggressive rennie 🫠, daddy is used once, nipple play, calls reader slut, spit play, fingers in mouth, creampie, multiple orgasms

word count: 5.3K

🎙️: some of y’all might remember this AU from Wattpad and I’m officially restarting it bc my muse for the others are shot right now. If you’re not familiar with it, I apologize in advance bc I promise it’s not this smutty and juicy in the slightest ☠️ I’m just in a mood. Also, this is my first fic in almost two months, please be nice or I’ll cry!

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“You know you play too fucking much, right?”

“Mmmm..nah, I don’t think I’ve played enough. Look at you. All tense and shit.”

if there was one word in the entire English language that you could use to describe your mood at the moment, it’d most certainly be irritable. To the highest degree..and granted, that could have been chocked up to the fact that you hadn’t eaten in hours, you’d been staring at textbooks and computer screens since four in the afternoon and your phone screen read nine thirty..and to really add the proverbial icing atop the cake, this annoying ass man would not leave you alone! Here it was only a week away from your BSN final; two from his N-CLEX exam and here he was bullshitting as per usual. It was how he approached most things in life, his mantra if you will. No need to stress, what’s meant to be will happen.

too bad, you couldn’t take on those sorts of ideologies when so much was at stake! Not when the results of these tests would determine your future as an RN and instructor, and his career as a nurse in general. You’d met Eren Jaeger almost three years ago when he was merely a patient at the office you worked for during your initial internship..earning clinical hours and experience in the field. He was most certainly the liveliest one you’d seen in Dr. Smith’s office and there was never an appointment where you didn’t leave in stitches because he’d made you laugh so hard. However, you pegged him as the rich kid, the son of a doctor with no ambition or common sense...always looking to make a joke out of everything.

so imagine your surprise when you were tasked with not only supervising an entire floor but the local nursing school recruits as well and the first person to come traipsing through those heavy double doors was him! And even more so, in six months time, he’d have you wooed and swept off your feet. That same charm and wit that had you cackling during his appointments were the same ones that made you nearly spit your drink out when you were on a date and eased serious tension among your staff after a rough night on the floor. Just being in his presence brought you immense comfort. However, at the moment…

“Look, Eren. I’m busy, find sum’ else to do, for real.”

you weren’t in the mood for any of it! This exam had been causing you immense stress and it seemed that no matter how hard you studied, retaining information was impossible. Nothing stuck and you were at your wits end..certainly not in the mood for childish antics.

”I’m trying but you don’t want to stop—“

“Maybe because everything isn’t a goddamn joke to me.”

Eren could see the frustration, hence why he had come up behind you, in a half assed attempt to make you scared and somehow wound up groping your chest in the process. Admittedly, he’d never seen you act like this..never even so much as raise your voice at him and here you were, lashing out. Part of him understood your feelings. He knew how important this was and although he wasn’t showing it, he was equally as nervous for his own test. But regardless, nothing was going to change tonight and especially by sitting here irate and snappy. The only thing he wanted to do was shut his brain off and wanted his beloved (y/n) to follow suit..and he was willing to make it happen by any means!

“Eren, what did I just say—“

one thing that he had learned since being together was that once your mind was resigned to something..there was no changing it. So rather than spend time arguing with you, he had another solution!

“..I heard you, I don’t give a fuck about all that right now…’just trying to help..”

“You’re trying to help me by fucking me? Righttt.”

“Yes, I think it’s a very helpful tool for relieving stress. Seen that somewhere in my text book or sum’..”

“Mmm, I think me and you were studying different materials..but sure, why not.”

seconds later, his hand was snaking around your upper body, clutching your throat with the other steadily pulling the chair back and his lips marking your neck with soft kisses. He was adamant in making sure that you got proper rest and a distraction. What better way to do so than to wear you down? Eventually, you’d find those large hands of his snaking around to the front, making home back on your plump breasts..soft, voluptuous and perky as they sat up in your tank top. He could see you visibly enjoying this little tease, indicative by the way your muscles relaxed. He’d continue to massage them until your legs almost instinctively parted.

That’s when, before you even had time to react, he’d spin you around to face him. His grasp still firm around your throat as he moved in for a kiss. Your tongues collided in a steamy clash; smacking against one another as you attempted to catch your breath. But he wasn’t leaving you much room to do so, less known, attest him right now.

“Exactly..now keep those legs spread and don’t move.”

the command was so absolute and matter of fact, it damn near caught you off guard! He’d never spoken to you in such a manner. It was always so playful, jovial and even a bit needy during times like this. But alas, you’d awoken this side of him and you were going to have a hell of a time ‘calming’ him down. Even so, you’d follow his order just this once and part those thick thighs until that plump center, sheathed by the smallest pair of shorts he’d ever seen. Your physique truly was something special…thick in all of the correct areas with stretch marks and a semi-pudgy tummy to match. Your belly ring dangled from the gentle force of him maneuvering you around.

“Eren..I—“

“Whatever you’re about to say, save it…you don’t always have to handle shit alone. I got you..just let me help, okay? I promise, you can trust me..”

he was aware of your past..how mean and cruel previous partners had been so he was very careful in how he approached you. He understood all too well that being overly aggressive would only prove to make you anxious or even shut down entirely. His intention was never to make you uncomfortable. Even so, he wanted to see you give yourself to him fully…trust that he would do right by you and not take advantage of the precious gift that was your love.

he would take great care of you to not only relax but feel pleasure like you’d never experienced it. Although you seemed a bit reluctant, you were ready for whatever he was going to toss your way! Assuring him that you were all his for the taking..

“Fineee…I trust you..”

without a moment of hesitation, he’d detach from your own mouth and move down your neck. Whilst those tits remained exposed, he’d prompt you to give each of those nipples a light squeeze in his place. Meanwhile, his own hands were busy gliding into your underwear, trying to locate that aching bud. That long, tattooed forearm gliding down the center of your torso as a result. It would also serve as a semblance of comfort when he inevitably brought you to ecstasy..

“Mmm..there we go, baby..fuck, you’re so wet already.”

“That’s because you were grabbing on my neck..”

“Oh you like that, huh? I’ll keep it in mind..”

you wouldn’t know it but when you first began dating Eren, he was completely inexperienced. Although he wore his confidence like a lapel pin, he was incredibly timid, shy and nervous when it came to intimacy. The first time you two actually had sex, he lasted all of three minutes before he forced himself to pull out and splatter you with a heavy load. Left a trembling mess, his entire face turned beet red as he just glared at you. He was certain you were going to leave him right then and there; flustered and apologetic, he’d try to make up an excuse as to why he couldn’t satisfy you to your full potential. However, you thought it was adorable! He’d worked up all of his courage to give you a night filled with pleasure and even though it didn’t pan out quite the way he imagined, he had made a complete turnaround since that night and had done good to broaden his sexual horizons. You grew together; learning one another’s ticks and desires, which he knew each of yours to a science. So much so, you practically melted within his grasp and wanted to see just how far he’d take it!

“Open your mouth f’r me, princess…” prompting you as he causally glided those fingers across your tongue. Your gorgeous brown eyes fixated on him in a lustful gaze..by this time, you’d come to completely face him with that tall, lanky frame hovering above. You were all but level with that rising tent within his sweats. Meanwhile, his opposite set of digits were good and preoccupied with your juicy cunt; tightening around the base of the knuckles and then releasing once he’d use the thumb to stroke your swollen clit. Such an awkward position to be in at the moment but it was well worth it for the amount of pleasure both of you were about to receive. Finally retracting the ones in your mouth, Eren would leave you with a trail of drool seeping down your lips and chest in the process. Looking fucked out and starved already without so much as even a single thrust yet..that was the type of desperation and submission he wanted to see from you..

“ ‘ren…lemme suck on that dick..”

although he was trying to maintain control, who was he to deny your very blunt request? After all, he knew if you were dripping now, this would inevitably have you overflowing. Just as the first hand did, he’d slowly withdraw from those tight folds and allow you to clean up the remnants before tugging at that elastic waistband. “oh shit..I knew you’d come around. Here, baby..”

suddenly, you’d feel that same grasp on the back of your head, tugging you forward so that he could align himself with the rim of those pretty lips. The softness brushing against the tip as he rubbed them around…teasing you. “There you go..kiss it—stick your tongue out..that’s it..” from there, (y/n) needed no further instruction. Without the guidance of your own hands, you’d take his entire tip into your mouth and begin to suckle. Suctioning in, enclosing the silkiness of those jaws around his cock. “Fuck..you don’t need me to tell you anything..just make me feel good, princess..like you always do—“

he was well aware of how deviant you truly could become when the need arised. From outside appearances, you always looked so poised and proper..never getting out of character and to some, you’d even come off as ‘boujie’. However, Eren got to see the multitude of your complex layers; dispelling the notion that you were dull or boring. Including this one..the very promiscuous side that would do whatever it took to get hers and make him climax too! When it came to the bedroom, you were adamant and steadfast in what you wanted and he had no issue fulfilling those requests. Eventually, you’d take another couple of inches before establishing a rhythm. It didn’t take long for the very audible sounds of slurping and gagging to emit as a result. You’d gaze up to see Eren’s head resting back on his shoulder blades; groans spilling out in a whiny huff as a result of it all. You could be rather relentless when it came to pleasuring him but he didn’t mind it one single bit, of course!

“Oh my—shit, baby. You take me so good..fucking your own face like that. I love it..”

those words only served as further encouragement and inevitably prompted you to cradle his balls in addition, knowing how sensitive they were. Giving them a light squeeze, you’d continue forcing his shaft between your jaws; the sloppy wet strings of drool pooling down your chest serving as a testament to how much you were enjoying yourself. Where limits should have existed, there were none and it wasn’t long before he’d find himself buried to the hilt of your throat with your forehead scraping his pelvis. With that salacious gaze fixated on him, Eren had to all but restrain himself from forcing a load down your esophagus. But to be fair, this was the outcome he desired so badly and kept pestering you for.

“F—fuck! You’re not playing fair, baby.. ‘gonna make me come if you don’t stop..”

that deep tone with breathy whimpers cried out as he struggled to maintain his composure. However, you weren’t interested in letting up when he so rudely disturbed your study session. He was going to pay for breaking your focus! In a quick slight of hand, you’d shift his member into your palm and his sack in between your lips. Making slow jerking motions until you’d lean back up and coat both with exorbitant amounts of saliva. Seeing how filthy and unabashed you had become for him was causing Eren to lose his mind. Sometimes, he felt as though he couldn’t keep up with you and this was one of those moments. Although this little sexual escapade was his idea, you’d seem to have taken full, unequivocal control of the situation.

“That’s exactly what I want…”

“Then gag yourself on this dick, baby..let that stress out.”

that look in your eyes screaming for him to give you every ounce of his creamy nut…wanting to swallow every drop. Eventually, you’d begin to writhe around against the desk chair, attempting to create friction and stimulation for your clit. Your nipples had once again become extremely hard and the slightest brush was driving you crazy. Eren had heard your response loud and clear, which led him to sandwiching your head between those same fingers that had once curled up inside of you. He’d prompt you to take his cock back into your mouth so that he could work out all of that cum of his own accord.

the pace mirrored that of heavy, rough strokes..ones you’d get to experience soon enough. Gag spit along with loud moans poured out as a result of his brutal pounding but you welcomed the sensation..even increasing it by reaching down and fingering yourself in his place. “..yeah, play with your pussy, baby..” It wasn’t even a full five minutes before you noticed his stride beginning to break and his toned legs trembling. The last couple movements were off kilter and choppy but soon, you’d have your reward in the form of his seed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, damn—‘coming—“

in that very moment, (y/n) would find yourself held in place by the tight grasp of his palms as he allowed that thick cock to pulsate in the back of your throat. The warm fluid filled your oral cavity until he could muster another drop. The entire time, his loud groaning was permeating the room as well. Once he was able to regain his senses, Eren would slowly withdraw and examine the aftermath. That towering six foot something frame would take a step back to truly take in the beautiful sight in front of him. You were drenched from the neck to your belly button in silky fluids…that wrung out tank top sat idly underneath your breasts and those shorts were halfway around your thighs at this point. To say he’d make an absolute wreck of you would be an understatement.

“Lemme look at you…”

proudly displaying his work of ‘art’, you’d cup those saliva laden tits and squeeze them together with your tongue dangling. By the look on your face, something told him that you were more than happy he’d interrupted you! “Yeah..that’s how you should look. Happy as fuck.” Shoving his thumb between your puckered lips, he’d then bend down to shove his tongue into your mouth for a sloppy peck.

but something also told him that you couldn’t be satisfied with merely sucking him off. You needed—no, you deserved more.

“Are we done? If so, imma be disappointed.”

“Of course not, baby..I got you.”

Regardless of how lightheaded that orgasm had made him, he leaned forward and took you into his grasp. Hoisting you up in one fell swoop to carry you to the bed that was a mere ten feet away. Once he had you flat against the mattress, he’d make haste in disrobing you of those clothes to render you completely naked. He’d follow suit and tug his sweats until they reached his ankles so he could kick them off. Once the two of you were left with only your bare flesh, Eren wasted no time in pinning both your wrists and ankles behind your head. But not before propping your head up with a pillow. A position that led to excitement riddling your face. From this angle, you could watch it go in and out together. With you exactly where he wanted, your boyfriend began the descent down your torso to that plump center. Those fat lips drenched in slick whilst that aching bud protruded between them. He knew you were already overly sensitive so he didn’t want to keep you waiting for much longer but the selfish glutton in him just had to have a taste of that divine nectar.

“Just be patient with me..’need to make sure you’re good and ready first..”

immediately, your eyes would roll to the back of your skull and a nervous giggle arose as well. Make no mistake, he allowed you to have your fun but it was his turn to take control now. Delving headfirst between your thighs, Eren began his quick descent onto that swollen pearl and lapped around it. You’d immediately grasp at the sheets, eyes trailing to the back of your skull as those feet dangled in the air. He’d keep you at bay with a hand clutched around your throat as he continued exploring those folds with his tongue. For a split second, his head would raise to make eye contact with you.

“Fuck..you really needed this, huh? You’re already starting to come..” alluding to the fact that your juices were spurting out as he scooped his tongue inside of your hole and rubbed that sensitive clit. It seemed his skills grew better and better each time you two had sex. He was far more attune to your needs and desires, even more aware of them than you were sometimes.

“Y-yeah!..how’d you learn to do that?” “What can I say? I got a hell of a teacher...” tossing you a wink and a smirk because you truly did turn him out when it came to the bedroom. He’d continue lapping and tracing his tongue intricately throughout your folds until he received the beautiful payout of you squirting all over his face. Try as you might to harbor restraint, it was to no avail and of no use…that tight entrance would spasm before more would spill forth. Just to increase that pleasure, Eren added a finger in hopes of coaxing more out.

“Give me that cum, baby..that’s it. Make a fucking mess for me..” and you certainly didn’t disappoint. The shower of sweet juices continued for another minute or so before you’d lie there, spent and breathless from such an amazing orgasm. Once he’d gotten his fill, your boyfriend would return to the surface for air and to get a good look at your current state. “You taste so good..love making you squirt in my fucking face..” Breaking into a sadistic chuckle, he’d readjust so that his palms were stationed firmly on the backs of your thighs and that he was centered right between them..in that moment, he’d slide his throbbing member across the sensitive core and tease it for a moment. But you couldn’t handle that at the moment.

“Eren, please don’t play..I need you so fucking bad right now..”

nearly in tears from the pending overstimulation and the overwhelming need to be stuffed full of his cock. Your walls would ache and spasm in anticipation; so much so, he’d watch you reach for his hips to guide him in. But naturally, nothing with this man came completely easy…he had to mess with you a bit for all of the resistance earlier. Just as you went to grab him, he’d pin those wrists back in one fell swoop with one hand and use the other to press into your stomach.

“I know you do…that’s why you’re gonna beg me for it.” Immediately being met with a look of shock and a bit of infuriation. Even so, you’d remain there, lying in wait until he got what he wanted.

“I mean, you were being all fussy earlier..I’m not convinced you really deserve it..c'mon, princess…change my mind.” he was so assured of himself and honestly, you were in no position to attest. The desire grew stronger with every passing moment and if he didn’t deliver soon, you were bound to implode. “Fuuuck, Eren! Please—“ “That’s better but not quite..tell me how badly you need me to fuck you.” Besides, when he hovered above you like this, looking so fucking attractive and domineering, you felt no other choice but to submit. So setting your pride aside, (y/n) began to grovel..whimpering and bucking your hips to meet the friction of his shaft rubbing against your wet folds. You’d tell him how good he made you feel and that your body was his for the taking, unequivocally. Finally, that submission and trust he had craved..best believe, he was going to take care not to break it. After your speech, he’d seem content and proceeded to tap the head of that appendage against you before gripping the base and making one full glide across the outside and shoving it inside. Sucking his teeth and moaning as he made place between that flesh.

“Oh fuck…that’s it, gorgeous. Right there..”

you’d release a whimper of your own as you became acclimated to that thick shape. You’d clench around him once before releasing and he knew he couldn’t sit idle for long. With haste, he’d begin slamming his hips forward, quickly trying to establish some semblance of a rhythm so that he didn’t blow his load too quickly. Upon being immersed in that juicy cunt, he’d find his knees buckling from the sensation.

“..pussy’s so fucking tight..and warm..oh God, I love you so much..” his whiny yet deep moans complimented by the sounds of smacking flesh. With your hands now planted firmly on your asscheeks, per his instructions, you’d keep it spread open so that he had ample room to give you both the satisfaction you both desired. Suddenly, his strokes would increase in speed and depth; really stretching you out. Jolting that body around as those perky tits bounced from the force. “Fuck!… babyyyy…” “I know, baby. I know..you just look so pretty when I’m digging you out. I can’t help but fuck you this hard.” Cooing to you as he bent down to plant soft kisses along your forehead. You’d cry out, maneuvering your hands to his back, digging your nails into it..you’d never felt pleasure like this with anyone else. The way he made love to you was incomparable. Even when you fought against it, he knew your body’s needs and wanted more than anything to satisfy them.

“That’s right, princess..let me fuck that stress out of you..let that mind go blank. Just focus on taking this dick.” Whispering in your ear as you held him close.

eventually, your legs would coil around his waist and your eyes would trail to the back of your skull in a haze of sheer ecstasy. You didn’t know what to do with yourself..all except fall apart underneath him. Your body was a bundle of tight nerves, bound together by the building ecstasy and you were bound to explode any minute. Unfortunately for you, he wasn’t done teasing quite yet..instead, he had one more move he just had to try in hopes of sending you over the edge.

“Eyes on me, baby..yeah, I need to see that pretty face right now.”

garnering a smile as he leaned back up and maneuvered his arms to fall into the center of your torso. Suddenly, you’d feel a slight pinch of your nipples before he began to rub them slowly. Tracing tiny circles as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. It was very apparent you couldn’t handle it by the way that cunt twitched around his shaft..you were bound to explode at any moment. Mouthing off about how good it feels as he made alternating motions on those sensitive buds; rolling them between his fingertips, squeezing and even leaning down to suckle them for a brief moment. The sensation lasted for a few minutes before he’d return his attention back to ensuring you got your well deserved orgasm. This time, with a bit more aggression because he recalled how excited you’d gotten when he grasped your throat.

“Oh my God…fuck! ‘m gonna come—“

“Then do it..come f’r me, slut..give me what I want.”

the name sending you into an absolute spiral as he never spoke that way on a regular basis and would never think to disrespect you. But this was exactly what you craved. To be used and made devoid of all feelings except pleasure. Suddenly, you’d feel his fingertips squeezing your jaws as he increased his speed yet again..this time, feeding you the deepest, longest strokes he could muster. The two of you would spout off filthy, steamy remarks at one another through gritted teeth, intense glares and breathy moans as you reached down to aid him by stroking your aching bud.

“ ‘m so fucking close, baby. I don’t think I can hold it..”

“Fuck yes you are..that pussy’s gripping me so tight right now..goddamn.”

Eventually, those thrusts became rather sporadic and Eren was rapidly losing both his composure and stamina. The both of you were so near your peaks that it was only a matter of time before you exploded. You’d try to outlast him but as he maintained that clutch on your jaw, he’d lean down to spit into your mouth, letting that trail drip down onto your tongue as you stuck it out. He knew what was coming and he couldn’t be vexed to continue anticipating it so your boyfriend decided to assist with a little extra lubrication.

“Get yourself off..I’m not fucking waiting..” Without hesitation, (y/n) scooped that saliva out your mouth and onto your fingertips to massage that clit once more. You were rubbing so fast, your head began to grow fuzzy and soon, nothing but an image of static and blackness would fill your vision as you released all over him; voiding yourself of all those warm, sweet sticky juices as they sprayed his abdomen. Right above the incisions from some prior operations..he wore it as a badge of honor quite frankly. That a woman who once took care of him, was now having all of her wants and needs fulfilled. His cock sat idly inside of you until that stream became too powerful and all but pushed him out. That’s when he’d simply grasp the base of his throbbing member and tap against your slit.

“Shit! Oh my gosh..”

“Ahhh..fuck. That’s it..I knew if I got in it deep enough, you’d squirt for me again, baby. That’s my girl..”

“Fuuuck, it feels so good!”

You’d continue spraying until you convulsed uncontrollably. He was still in awe of the mess you’d made but there was still the task of releasing his own. Although he loved the sight of you in such a vulnerable state, he couldn’t let up. Grasping your hips once more, he’d tug you down onto it and continue drilling you with his cock. This time, to relieve himself.

“Hold still, I’m not yet…need to..come inside of you..”

clutching the backs of your thighs, Eren relentlessly shoved that thick cock back inside of you, pumping sporadically until he felt his own legs begin to quiver. It wouldn’t be long before his stride broke so he’d bend down to grant you one last kiss and sweet nothing. Cradling the side of your head into his palms in an intimate manner. With baited, sporadic breath and whiny cries, he’d pour his soul out to you. Becoming almost obiedient and subservient himself.

“I love you! fuck…I love you so much...”

“I love you too..”

“Am I making you feel good? Did I do a good job? Can I come inside of you..please, baby. Can I?”

and without hesitation, you’d nod your head profusely and grant him his wish. But not without sending him spiraling with your last statement.

“Yes, please! Come in this pussy, daddy..I need it.” And from that moment on, Eren fell to pieces. Collapsing his entire body weight onto your own as your legs coiled around his waist, ensuring he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted. His final thrust came in a sharp, forceful thud before he’d begin to pulsate and eventually, release every last drop of remaining semen he had to offer. Emptying his balls inside of you shamelessly. Already spent from his earlier orgasm, he’d let out an ear curdling grunt, allowing you to claw into his back because he knew he’d lost all semblance of control and had probably been a bit rough. However, none of that mattered..you both were utterly satisfied and it was apparent by the puddle of tears streaming down each of your faces. Never had either of you experienced lovemaking so powerful that it reduced you to literal tears.

eventually, he’d finish pumping the remnants into you and soon, find the strength to pull out. Once he was able to gather his own bearings, he’d turn his attention to you.

“Are you okay, princess? I'm gonna go grab you some water and a towel real quick—“

even insisting he’d help you to the bathroom afterwards to avoid an infection and get cleaned up properly. However, he was shocked to find that his words were falling completely on deaf ears! That’s when he’d turn around to see you sound asleep..completely knocked from the events that just transpired. All he could do was laugh to himself not only out of pure pride but the fact that you truly needed this reset. Although he admired and looked up to your hard work ethic, even the most brilliant of brains needed rest. Those test materials, patients and everything else would be there when you awoke..but for now, you could focus on yourself!

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[piixsuke]

+𝟏𝟖 ᢉ𐭩 changing tamsy caines pretty piercing(s) only means one thing . . .

❤︎ TONGUE

your fingers like soft, invisible feathers over his skin. gentle strokes and languide touches dancing all around his bewitching features. “open ‘n out, f’me baby” his creamy, ghostly pale eyes following your every move - like the best of trained puppies. tamsy’s hands heavy, demanding onto your hips - keeping you in place, still above his barely clothed lap. slowly, he threw his head back. his pupil-less eyes staring - locking and roaming within the dim perimeter of your relaxed features. his full lips parted, a faints string of pearly saliva still connecting the rough edges of his mouth. allowing his tongue to teasingly loll out of its damp prison. your fingers faintly worked over the old, rugged edges of his piercing - attentively screwing the little silver ball away from its bar. “stay like this. i’ll be right back to you, ‘kay?” you mindlessly mumbled. your heart thumping, drumming with excitement as tamsy’s big, slender fingers adorned the plush flesh of your hips in light, feeble circle drawings. “more,” your digits toyed with his wet muscle. the pads of your fingers faintly gliding over its length, searching and tracing the little outline of his healed hole. “need to see your tongue tams” screwing the new jewel onto its newly found owner, you let your hands lightly cradle his skin. cupping his pretty face in between your needy hold, as you looked down at your flawless job. “mhm,” your mouth watered at the sight of him. so close, wildly open for you. “so, so pretty” your lips parted in need, desperate to size the moment and latch onto his siren-calling mouth. your tongue flattened against his. the hard, ice cold texture of his piercing tickling over your burning flesh. his lips unmistakably stretched into a heavy, taunting grin as his tongue ruling pushed and ground against yours. you shamelessly moaned into the depth of his mouth, making tamsy groan over your tongue as he greedily swallowed everything you had to offer. “yeah, follow my lead” he crooned, leading his face away from yours. “so good sweet girl, you’re so good to me, all the fucking time” his long fingers roughly sprawled over your plushy cheek. tapping and lightly smacking your tender skin under the soft texture of his flesh. “now, it’s your turn,” he whispered, his pearly white teeth sinking deeply into your trembling bottom lip. “open ‘n out, f’me baby”

❤︎ MOUTH

your mind froze - your brain broke, shattering into a million tiny pieces as soon as tamsy full, plump lips closed around your little bundle of nerves. the icy cold sensation from his newly applied labret piercing, making your pussy gush and loudly squelch around the prominent curvature of his lips. “tams! baby — nngh! — oh god! we can’t — augh! — i just —“ swiftly, he hushed you. teasingly shaking his head in between your tights, dragging and grinding your thumping little clit within his lips. “mh, i know” his tongue avidly glided over your glistening cunt - slurping and nastily lapping at your folds. “and you did such a perfect job f’me” his words incoherent, deprived of every meaning as they approached your ears. his face heavily buried in between the heavenly land in between your velvety thighs - his lips glued, latch onto your sex masking his praising words into sinful, meaningless muffled sounds. “look,” he mouthed, his lips sweetly hovering above your leaking, crying cunt - leaving a last open mouthed kiss over your shuddering lips, before inching his head upwards, away from your pussy. “c’mon, look at me” he urged. angling his pretty face deeper under the dim, trembling lights of your room. letting his angelic features bathe in the poor illumination. “see?” tamsy delicately moved his face around, putting on the nasties of shows just for you. you gasped, feeling your pussy tremble and throb around nothing but futile air the moment your eyes locked onto his glistening, dripping flesh. his mouth glossy, plumper than usual - now, heavily dripping in your arousal. heavy, pearly droplets of your pleasure danced across his reddening skin. forming light, straight lines across his chin. where, right under his lower lip, his silver piercing glistened, heavily dripped within your liquid needs. “i’m all dolled up now” he said, writhing his tongue across his damp flesh. eagerly cleaning and swallowing the fugitive, remaining drops of your lust full desires. “and it’s all thanks to you sweetheart. wanna praise ‘n reward my baby for all of her hard work. so, c’mon lemme do this - lemme do this for ya”

❤︎ CHEST

you lightly tapped your fingers against his sculpted pecks. “all done” tearing your eyes away from your work, you drifted away from his body. gifting your bare back to tamsy as you looked at your unfinished make up in the nearest mirror. you saw him, before you felt him. his body swiftly eating away the distance installed in between your bodies. his big hands gently sprawling all over your naked flesh, as his torso came in contact with your back. “don’t run from me jus’ yet” he lead your hips closer to his. making your semi-covered ass faintly collide with his clothed growing erection. “stay” your heart wildly fluttered inside its bony textured cage - his command making your knees week, all giddy and mushy, utterly incapable of holding you up. your boyfriend came to your rescue, flushing your backside straight over his torso - flattening your body to his. “yeah,” he nodded his head within your hair. “good girl angel, like this. oh, jus’ like this baby” his hips faintly ground against the plump surface of your ass. his torso heavy, massive against your back - completely caging your body in between his scheming hold. his pierced nipple grazed at your spine, making you lightly yelp out in surprise - guiding your back to arch away from his touch at sudden, heart quickening change of pressure. “don’t” he warned. “no fucking runnin’” clasping a hand around your bobbing throat, he finally regained control over your fugitive body. again, he shoved your body to his, using his hand to guide your head in between the conjunction between his shoulder and his slender neck. his cock found your ass again. crying pretty pre-cum tears of desire as it moved in slow, agonizing strokes, slithering its way in between your covered folds. “want you to watch” calloused fingers burning like wildfire over your skin, as he moved your head to the mirror. silently commanding your eyes to glue and lock over your entwined figures. “watch us for a while,” he dipped his head into the crook of your neck - inhaling your scent into the depth of his rotten system. his silky blond and blue locks quickly left his domain, running all over your chest, tickling and cradling your flesh. “no need for you to work, nor think anymore. just watch us baby”

❤︎ DICK

his fingertips faintly toyed with his apadravya piercing, as he reinserted and screwed shut the tight, shimmering metal ball. he watched you, as his fingers worked. his creamy, ghostly eyes almost swallowing you whole as they painted with the purest form of lust. “. . . you never let me help with this one” you pouted at him, feeling your desire drip down your caged pussy. tamsy condescendingly laughed at your saddening expression, his treacherous cock sobbing, sweet droplets of arousal sensually sticking to his unshaved happy trail. “why would i ever make you work,” his hand slithered over to his cock. his fingers gently wrapping around its girth. a loud, heavy breath shuddered away from his parted lips the moment his hand tightly clasped around the fat base of his sex. “for your gift?” your heart stopped right in its track. your cheeks reddened. your pussy writhing, leaking. your mind hazy, all fogged up at the thought - for you. that’s right, he did it for you, for your pleasure. for his desperate need to please you. “this is for you to feel pretty baby, no work is needed” and fuck, if you feel it - him. your legs viciously positioned over his bare back, his heavy, broad shoulder keeping you in place, keeping you grounded as he pounded you into the mattress. his length forcefully bullying its way inside your trembling, gushing cunt. your gummy walls drunk in love, desperate to feel him. his swollen, pierced tip slowly grazed against your mushy insides, making your pussy shamefully drool around his hard cock. “she’s cryin’ baby —mmmh fuck! — yer sweet, drooling pussy’s cryin’ f’me” tamsy deepened his angle above your trembling body. his strokes meaner, sloppier, nastier. his girth seemingly enlarged inside your writhing pussy. making your eyes heavily roll in the back of your head, as your nails dragged heavy, bloody path over the tender path of his back. “shit, yeah?” he moaned, leaning his arched back closer to your clawing touch. “this how much you feel me inside you baby?” his bullying tip finally faltered, his movements desperately stuttering over their own rhythm. his prominent, hefty piercing softly kissed the spongy, hidden flesh of your cervix. “oh fuck! — make me feel you baby” his labored breathing hit the shell of your ear, making your body shudder at the light, scorching breeze. his hips heavily rammed against yours - clinging and greedily bathing in your pearly, liquid desire for him. his thrusts like the vicious of predator, hunting and searching for his oblivious prey - the peak of your high, your orgasm. “c’mon, i want it. make me feel everything you feel — hah, fuck oh fuck — make me feel everything ’m makin’ you feel” he rasped, hiding his face into your shoulder. his pearly white teeth barbarously sinking into your plush flesh - biting his presence into your skin. “make me hurt as much as ‘m pleasing you”

© 𝐚𝐱𝐫𝐢𝐢𝐚𝐚

a/n: kind of proof read, but not really . . .

[sylure]

── all the things you do to me. sylus x f!reader

"your tender loving care is going to last the whole night, huh?"

. ˳༚༅༚ explicit content, smut, mdni: body worship, praise, blowjob, spit, deep throating, marking (lipstick stains, scratches, hickeys), pet names (my love, my perfect/good girl | @ sylus: my birthday boy, baby), size difference

♱ word count: 2.1k

♱ synopsis: sylus receives more than just birthday wishes on his special day. tonight, the one he trusts most disarms him beneath her worshipful touch. from a symphony made of praise, vulnerability, and desire he learns what it means to be truly cherished

The penthouse was quiet, save for the soft sounds behind the closed doors of Sylus's master bedroom. The city's glow shining through the giant windows casts his broad figure in gentle light as the crimson moon hangs low to witness the lust and sin exchanged through filthy kisses and longing touches. 

Two bodies move in perfect tandem—slow, deliberate. It started with lips tasting of wine and cake kissed you like you're the very air Sylus needs to live. Strong hands lead a gentle roam beneath your clothes, savouring every inch of skin he discovered until bare chests pressed against another.

Your worship borders torture. Your mouth alone is enough to unravel Sylus. Your fingertips skate over the dips and valleys of muscle, nails dragging lightly down his chest until he shivered.The ever-composed man of calm control turns all flushed cheeks and trembling fingers, undone by the simple intimacy of being wanted.

"You're so strong," you whisper in a voice that drips with sinful promise before branding his collarbone in open-mouthed kisses and deep red lipstick, "so beautiful."

Sylus watches you with dilated pupils and bated breath, bravely fighting for a semblance of dignity though already long lost to the claws of his huntress. A heavenly mess created by the mercy of your lips, you continue to work on your masterpiece. Lipstick stains leave a trail down his chest before your tongue flicks over one nipple as your nails press into the firm sides of Sylus's waist, grounding him, locking him in place. 

His fingers threaded into your hair, but not to guide—only to feel. To tether himself to the moment.

"You make me feel–," the confession is paused by an uncommon moment of insecurity. Though as quickly as it came, it's chased away by a reassuring kiss above his hip bone, leaving the skin tingly and tinged in purple hues. A groan more sinful than previous escapes Sylus's lips before he murmurs, "as if I were something desirable." 

And he is. To you, Sylus is the most precious thing in the whole wide world. You wanted to take your time, wanted to worship, explore, and praise him until your love weaved itself into the very fabric of his being. However, the reactions he rewarded you with in response to your touch, your voice left you aching for more, for everything. 

To show him what it meant to be worshipped in every sense of the word.

You slide off the bed until you kneel on the carpeted floor, perfectly seated between his spread thighs with the man of the day looming right above you, powerful in theory, yet softened by the adoration behind each touch and loving gaze directed at him. 

It's still his birthday—your first together—and tonight, you want to spoil him, completely.

His chest rises and falls with anticipation, every breath drags through his throat like he's never known a touch this tender, this worshipful.

The thick weight of his cock encased by your smaller hand might already be enough to drive him crazy tonight. Sometimes he forgets how fragile you can be, but he will never tire of the sight of your fingertips failing to circle him full. He's so big, so hard, yet twitching helplessly under your gentle strokes—utterly undone by your devotion. A tremble runs through Sylus's frame as you spread the beads of pre-cum dribbling slowly down the head. He watches you with those ruby eyes, wide and wondrous, like you're some divine being he can't believe is kneeling before him, just for him. 

"You're so pretty, baby," you murmur into the thin skin along the side of his cock, lips dragging in a slow, worshipful kiss. A groan leaves his chest—deep and almost pained—and his fingers, ever so gentle, brush your cheekbone, trace your jawline, before his thumb skims over your brow as though memorising every curve of you. 

His cock pulses in reply, in recognition of your praise You swipe your thumb over the sensitive slit, spreading the sheen across the flushed head before leaning in to kiss the very tip of him.

The first touch of your tongue has Sylus exhaling sharply. But he can't fall apart this easily, not yet. At least that is what Sylus tells himself until you continue your whispered praise.

"You really are so beautiful like this," while the tip of your nose grazes along the thick vein running along the entire length of his cock. Of course, the wet pursuit of your tongue follows immediately before you reach the goal. With a teasing flick, your mouth soon wraps around the thick tip. Tonight leaves no room for you to hesitate, not with the flushed mess the Onychinus has turned into for you. Through heavy lids, you stare into the depths of Sylus's very being as your tongue swirls slowly, purposefully. 

Adorable.

He is adorable with his reactions. How his abs tighten too quickly, and a quiet curse falls from lips used to well-spoken words and poems. 

Sylus feels like a virgin all over again. Your eyes, your hands, your mouth, they disarm him in his entirety causing his hips to twitch upward. His jaw clenches tightly in regret while the colour to his features reaches up to the tips of his ears—a pretty shade of deep pink not even the crimson moon seems willing to cover. 

What a gorgeous, flustered mess. Indeed, Sylus receives praise like he's never known it before—like he doesn't think he deserves it, and yet craves it all the same.

"You enjoy playing with the weak, donn't you?," he breathes with a voice roughened by restraint. He's so receptive tonight, soaking up every word you offer like oxygen. You swirl your tongue around the swollen head, coating it generously with your saliva. But instead of urging you to invite him in deeper, Sylus only receives what you offer with a sigh so pretty, it makes you ache between your thighs.

A mischievous gleam pools in your eyes as you witness his despair. Your nails scrape gently along the fir muscles of his thighs, leaving marks in your wake, grounding him in the reality of your touch. You pull back slowly, lips dragging along his length, tongue teasing the underside as you do until a wet pop finalises his welcomed stay inside your mouth. 

The cold air hits him first, before your messy lips press yet another heated kiss against the head.

Ever the innocent actress, you blink up to witness your most beloved expression on Sylus's features: his brows are softly creased, lips pressed tightly shut as he tries to contain a mess of pleading words for you to keep going. Though it pools silently in crimson hues, the yearning, the need.

"Do you feel good, baby?" Is nothing but a whisper, a gentle rasp, as your nails tease the thin skin of Sylus's inner thigh before fondling his balls. 

A smirk tugs on the corners of his mouth as Sylus finally accepts defeat. May he rest easy in the palm of your hand, wholly at your mercy. "You make me feel really good, my love," he praises alongside a brush of his palm over your head. His words are soft, so soft, almost too kind. Just like his touch and patience, it's comforting the way he swipes the tears off your lashes before running his blunt nails over your jawline.

"Could you make me feel even better?" After all, Sylus is as much a glutton as you are. A match made in the abyss, true kindred spirits.

His hand moves again, cupping your jaw, then sliding up to run his thumb across your cheekbone. He traces the curve of your ear, the line of your neck, thumb lingering on your lips as you open for him. The trust in his touch breaks your heart a little. He is always so guarded, so unreadable—but not now. Not with you. Not here, on his birthday, with nothing between you but devotion.

You hum, before your lips curl in a smile meant to ease, though it only excites. "Anything for my birthday boy." With renewed vigour, you leave a trail of kisses down his shaft, slow and unhurried, tracing every ridge, every pulse. You lick along the underside, tongue flat and soft, then circle the head once, twice, to savour the way he gasps and clenches his fingers. 

Spit drips from your lips, thick and slow, while a pair of greedy eyes watches it slide over his cock. A generous pump of your hand spreads the wet sensation down Sylus's shaft to coat him generously. 

No matter how hard he may try, the shudder running through his built is evident–you feel it, see it.

With your mouth slackened, you take him in again, deeper this time. His length slides along your tongue, hits the back of your throat, and you choke once, causing more spit to pool around your lips. 

Sylus's breath stutters, hips jerking momentarily though he fights it, lets you keep control. "You're perfect," he rasps, nearly delirious with pleasure, the praise slipping out as naturally as breath. "My girl," the words akin to something soft and sacred.

His voice breaks once the thick head presses past the back of your throat unexpectedly. The groan that escapes him is pure, needy gratitude. His fingers dig into your shoulder, not to control, but to hold. To anchor himself as you take him in, inch by inch, and allow your wet heat to welcome him until your nose brushes his groin. The tightening of your throat follows naturally upon the thick intrusion and your nails press into the muscle of his thighs for support, leaving crescent marks behind.

Sylus watches you take him in again,transfixed, bewitched, he cannot look away. "That's it… that's my girl," he murmurs, voice catching on a groan as your throat tightens. "Just. Like. That." Silver brows draw together, his breath grows heavy as he lays open for your devotion. 

Building a rhythm, your cheeks hollow with each bop of your head, and your tongue presses against his length with every stroke. The tension in Sylus's body builds and builds until each breath seems to burn his throat from the unfamiliar and unrestrained noises he makes. Pushing and pulling, you take him deeper still until every muscle in his body flexes and strains as you douse him with praise and mouth and tongue. He's shaking—this massive, dangerous man, trembling because you love him just right.

His fingers graze your jawline, then they stroke your neck in slow, grounding motions to ease the strain he puts you through. But you feel so good, allow him to be selfish for one night. 

Every noise he makes is a reward—groans and breathy moans, half-whispers of "gorgeous" and "my good girl" tangled with sharp intakes of breath as you fondle his balls, coaxing even more pleasure from him.

He tries to draw it out, but the way your throat flutters around him, the pressure on his balls, the image of your swollen lips and teary eyes—it's too much.

Restraint only goes so far.

"Vixen," Sylus groans—a breathless, shattered sound, more awe than anything else. Then, his head falls back in surrender, exposing his neck, flushed and slick with sweat, when he finally gives in.

The familiar red and black mist swirls around you like smoke, playful in its pull. It presses you down, holding you steady as Sylus bucks his hips and spills into your mouth with a desperate groan. The taste of him floods your senses—warm, slightly sweet, wholly Sylus. You swallow him down, your eyes watery and your cheeks smeared with mascara, though your body hums with pride at his surrender.

His praises spill between moans. A messy mix of "That's my perfect girl," "so beautiful," and "thank you," being breathed out from his heaving chest and trembling voice from the sheer intensity of his climax.

Then—gently—always gently, does the mist move to swirl around your waist to ease you back onto his lap. Strong arms move to wrap around you, to hold you tightly against his chest like he might fall apart without you there to catch him. Eager and messy, your lips find another only a heartbeat later, and he kisses you like a man starving. Like he can't get enough of you.

He tastes himself on your tongue, savouring the echo of what just happened. "I love you," A confession between kisses, between the tug of his teeth and the drag of his tongue.

"I love you too, Sylus," you sigh, nearly whine thanks to the mist coiling tighter, rocking your hips slowly against his own, a teasing nudge to give him further rewards on his special day

Happy birthday, Sylus!

dividers: @/cafekitsune

[ohclaire]

nsfw mdni

Oughhh dom!price and whiny!reader oughhfj

cw’s: boot humping, heel humping, spit, power imbalance

Price who makes you kneel and hump your heel when you’ve disobeyed

You weren’t a brat. You didn’t like disobeying, really you preferred to just follow orders. Letting go of all your own thoughts and just letting John take over. But sometimes you’d get tired or overwhelmed and John would tell you to do something you didn’t wanna do and you couldn’t help the whiny disobedience that escaped you. John would give you that look. The one where he raised his eyebrows and looked at you through his lashes as if to ask if you reallly wanted to go there. But you couldn’t help it! You were so tired and you just wanted to go to bed and he was asking so much of you, so no! You weren’t going to listen!

The only place that landed you was at his feet. John’s preferred form of punishment was making you sorry without ever having to lift a finger. And kneeling at his feet for close to an hour definitely started to make you sorry, because now you were even more tired and your knees were starting to hurt and you had such a good view of his thick thighs and bulge and now you needed help—

“Mmmm, ‘m sorry, I’ll be good now, promise!” Came your teary whine.

He tsk’s, not even looking at you, just continuing to work on his papers, “hmm, are you certain, sweetheart? I don’t believe you.”

“No no, I swear, I promise I’ll be so good!”

“Yeah?” His tone is still mocking but he finally looks down, “prove it to me.” His voice turns commanding.

At this point you’ll do anything to get back in his good graces so you just nod rapidly against his thigh, “anything!”

“Cum,” he looks away dismissively, “then you can get up.”

You get excited, that’s not much of a punishment at all, you think while slipping your hand down your pants.

“Ah, ah, ah, no hands.”

You whine, confused. How are you supposed to do that without hands or getting up?

“You’re smart, aren’t you, honey? You can figure it out. Or do you need your captain’s help, like you do for everything?”

“No…” it’s an unconfident whisper. Still, you’re looking down unsure of what to do.

“Use your heel, sweetie.” He flips the page on his report, speaking like he’s just told you where to send an email, not how to get off.

You whine again, you want something more than that but at this point you’re so desperate you’ll do anything. So you start to rock.

“There you go, finally in the mood to listen, huh?”

You start slow but eventually get so worked up you’re rocking back and forth rapidly. When you move back, you hit your heel, struggling to get it to hit properly, but when you move forward you contact Price’s boot which is far more satisfying. Your head is still resting on his thigh, your eyes are half-lidded and staring up at him, mouth plopped open and drooling onto his pants. His bulge is growing bigger the longer you’re at it. You can’t stop the whines and moans that flow out, wishing he would offer some assistance.

“Please…”

“I’m working, don’t distract me.” It’s cruel how he ignores you humping at his feet completely. Tears start to well up in your eyes both from your pleasure and your embarrassment.

He spares a glance down at you and tsks again, “look at you making at mess, always a problem.” He reaches down and grabs your chin, angling your open mouth up. You whimper at the contact, needy for any touch from him. He barely leans down to spit into your open mouth, providing you only with a “be good and swallow,” before dropping your chin, patting your cheek, and going back to ignoring you. The whine that leaves you is pathetic.

With the unsatisfying angles it’s takes you a while to finally cum, you’re an exhausted mess by the end, but that means you’re back to only listening to what he says, which is exactly where he wants you.

When he looks down at you again, his eyes are soft once more. “Gooood,” his hands come down to open his belt, “my turn.”

[heliumshorns]

Nerd!Gojo, who'd never had his dick sucked in his life.

It was.. normal, right? To be nearly done with college and have never had sex. At least, he thought so when you two had gotten drunk over a failed exam. It was, supposedly, something for the pair of you to get your minds off those taunting numbers.

And yet, he'd ended up rambling his whole life story — with complaints, thank you very much — to you, sipping on vodka. Was he a lightweight? Yes. But, for once, he couldn't give less of a shit.

Matter of fact, he was thankful for the drunk-ass babbling he'd made.

Because it landed Satoru right here. With you, on your knees, so prettily gazing up at him and slowly pumping his cock. Droplets of pre dripping down your knuckles, which you don't seem to mind.

"Holy… shit. T-this is such a pretty sight." His voice is soft, breathy, his eyes already glazed over and glasses pushed up just enough so he could.. well, look down.

"You… you're sure? Y'sure you wanna do this, sweets? I- I dunno—"

"Satoru…" You purr right back, pressing a gentle kiss right to his tip. Then, your tongue sneaks out, and he's forced to grab the sheets, eyes nearly rolling back as he stares up at the ceiling. Knuckles pale with how hard he's gripping the fabric.

"Oh- oh, shit—"

"Yeah… y'like it, don't you?" You coo, tongue twirling around the tip, teasing his slit before wrapping those heavenly soft lips around his dick.

"Fuck… no, wait. I c-can't handle it.." He whimpers, thighs already shaking. Drops and drops of pre against your tongue, head bobbing slightly. "Oh, fuck. Gosh, now I see why the guys love this so much… hahh….."

You don't speak. Well, can't. Mouthful of cock, hollowing out your cheeks, drool running down your chin to drench his balls. "Oh… sweets, is it bad… is it bad that I wanna cum already?"

He whimpers.

FUCKING WHIMPERS.

You pull off, gasping for air, shaking your head with a reassuring smile. "'s okay, 'Toru. You can cum."

It's understandable. The guy's a fuckin' loser. Of course he'd cum quick.

So, you get back to work. Slobbering all over that dick, his hands now tangled in your hair, inexperience making him push your head down with shaky moans. You'd have to scold him about this later, but you're too busy literally choking on cock to care.

That is, until you feel hot spurts of cum against the back of your throat. Pulling off, barely managing to properly cough like he hadn't nearly killed you.

He's busy, though. Hands shaking, eyes now completely drunk on you.

"Oh… that was… so fuckin' awesome. Like… first time seein' Interstellar awesome."

"Oh, shut up. You did not just compare my head game to a fuckin' movie—"

He gasps. Like you'd told him you burned down his CD collection.

"It's not just a movie, it's a masterpiece! Take it back!"

You end up laughing your eyes out at his frustration. He's… stupidly cute sometimes.

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✰ a/n: I won't lie this was rushed as FUCK but i COULDNT STOP THINKING ABOUT SUCKING OFF NERD GOJO idk hes like imprinted in my brain i need help thanks guys

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