#midgarangel

[midgarangel]

nsfw arthur drabble

cockwarming, reader is ovulating n needs arthur bad, tiny age gap implied.

— ʚɞ

When you’re ovulating, Arthur is ashamed to say that he can’t keep up with your needs sometimes.

There was a time when he could go could go round after exhausting round, but as he ages and the harder he’s out there, more than two rounds are few and far inbetween.

He knows when it’s time, because you get that ravenous look in your eye whenever he rambles about a job, or when you admire his hands when they trail down whatever book or weapon he’s managed to get his hands on.

He’s stared death in the face more than once in his life, but sometimes you’re so pent up, he fears that you may actually eat him.

Like right now, you’re perched in his lap all but eating lips with the way you envelope them in yours, your tongue aggressively searching his mouth. Arthur can feel the saliva appearing at the corner of both of your mouths.

You’re pinned between the table and him, and you’ve tugged him so far into your body that he’s convinced you’re trying to mold the two of you together. It doesn’t help that you’re desperately grinding down on his lap in search of some friction.

He forces his lips away from yours and a pout instantly finds its way on your face, but you let him go, tucking a strand of rogue brown hair back behind his ear.

“Honey,” Arthur begins, his voice hoarse. “What’s gotten into you?” His question ends in a chuckle, because he knows exactly what’s wrong with you. “I tasted you this mornin’. Can’t possibly tell me you need more.”

“Arthur.” You huff out. “I’m sorry. It’s just… you know—you just…looked so good here all concentrated n stuff and I just…” You grind down on him for emphasis. “‘Just need to have you, need your cock. Please, Arthur.” You’re whimpering in his neck by now; a pleading, rutting mess of need.

There’s no choice in fighting it because he’s growing hard in his jeans that now all of a sudden feel way too fucking tight.

“Okay, okay. I got you beautiful.” He murmurs, and the hot fan of his breath caresses the shell of your ear. You let out a sigh that couldn’t be mistaken as one anything other than relief.

You’re kissing again.

Both of your hands are buried in the soft locks of his hair, pulling him possibly closer to you to the point where you’re arching into the table, the polished wood of it digging into your lower back. The pain doesn’t deter you, even as one of his fingers traces the waistband of your skirt. “I’m not wearing panties.” You breathe against his lips. “Don’t need any prep either, just need you.”

“Wanna cockwarm me, baby? Wanna sit here all day full of me?” Arthur all but growls and you shiver. “Please.” It’s a whispered plea. He hikes your skirt up just above your hips. You hear Arthur fumble with the belt and zipper of his pants before he finally frees himself from the confines of them.

One of your hands braces itself on the flat surface in front of you. He holds you steady on your hip, holding his cock up so you can sink down easily.

You gasp when the tip of his dick breaches your entrance, the telltale burn of him being enough to muddle your already arousal strained mind. It doesn't hurt, just a mild discomfort until you bottom out completely.

His thighs are warm and sturdy under you, both of his palms squeeze your waist as you adjust to him, his forehead pressing against the back of your damp neck. You’re breathing heavily until you finally relax, and when you do, you swear you would have melted.

“Good?” Arthur asked heavily.

“Mhm.” Your agreement was a borderline moan.

— ʚɞ

xx

[midgarangel]

bsf caleb drabble

suggestive, neck kisses, heavy petting.

pt2 here

— ʚɞ

You chewed your lip nervously, Caleb hovered above you as his thumb stroked the pendant of your necklace.

“You have nothing to be scared of, I promise.” He reassured you, his knee resting between your thighs.

It’s not that you were scared, you just had zero experience with the opposite sex. Caleb made it his life’s mission to run off any guys that tried to talk to you, even going as far as threatening them if they didn’t do as he said. He knew it was selfish, but he didn’t care, you were gonna be his soon enough.

You sighed, finally nodding. “M’kay, i’m ready,” you smiled softly.

“Are you sure Pips?” He moved your hair out of the way, exposing the delicious skin of your neck.

“Yeah, i want you to show me how it feels.”

If Caleb knew that all he had to do was put on an x-rated movie with a makeout scene that had you asking him if he’s ever done that before and if he could do it to you, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

Caleb leaned down, his breath tickling your flesh. You laughed wrapping your fingers around his wrist. It wasn’t until you felt his tongue run across your skin that your smile fell, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

“Fuck, I love that perfume on you.” He groaned, making you whimper softly. He continued leaving kisses on the column of your throat, his hands roaming your body as you started grinding against him.

“I-I think I like this,” you spread your legs apart, letting him fully rest between your thighs.

“Yeah? How about this..” He bit the sensitive spot on your neck, making you gasp.

“That feels s-so good, Caleb,” you mewled, taking his face in your hands. His pupils were blown, as yours were too.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked breathlessly. You shook your head, eyes flickering down to his lips.

“No, don’t want you to stop. I want more..”

Caleb fantasized about this very moment for the longest time, and now that those words left your mouth, he couldn’t wait to get you naked and wrapped around his cock.

— ʚɞ

[midgarangel]

nsfw alphabet dom!sephiroth

contents: unhinged sephiroth hc’s, dom!sephiroth x sub!reader, protective/possessive seph, p*rn w feelings, somnophilia, marking, yandere/stalker archetype mentioned in “j.”

— ʚɞ

a · aftercare

It usually goes like this. You remain pressed together, him inside you, above you, gentle kisses dropped onto your oversensitized skin. He is the only thing that exists, your entire world, all-encompassing, a universe of comfort and love and searing heat. You are far beyond words, and even your tears have stopped running, but it doesn’t matter, because he feels his heart beat in tandem with yours, your soul intertwined with his. Your cunt occasionally clenches around his still somewhat hard cock, but he doesn’t move, careful not to hurt, but loathe to leave your warmth. He wants you to feel how much he loves you, because words will never feel good enough. And right now, after loving you so thoroughly that you are both still shaking, he slowly pulls out, slipping two of his fingers inside you to help you slowly close up, minding the whines that tumble out of your mouth, minding your clit, oversensitive from his abuse. “i’ve got you.” and he settles on his side, facing you, pulling you into him, to kiss and caress and hold you until you fall asleep in his arms.

b · body part

Sephiroth likes his body more for functionality than aesthetics. That can’t be said for his hair though. At first, he liked that he was strong, big, and tough enough to deal with the abuse his father and his shitty environment threw at him. He likes how he’s always been so agile and fast. Always catching others by surprise, their incredulous eyes when his masamune is in their throat before they even see him move. He loved when he could finally fight back and win. Then, he came to love and hate in equal parts the way others looked at him, trying to gauge if they wanted to talk to him or run from him. He knows how tall he is, and that his muscles are packed, the width of his shoulders. He likes his dexterous hands, he likes his strong jaw and smooth voice, how it makes anyone shake a little bit. He loves that he can pick you up and manhandle you so easily, like his body was made to worship and adore yours. He likes his cock too, even though you were weary of it at first, not sure if it would fit. He lives for the way it takes everything in you to take him. How he breaks you apart every time, threading the line between pleasure and pain, between worship and desecration. He goes insane for your pussy, his own personal heaven, made for him to lick and fuck and breed. Loves your thighs and covers them in bite marks, your legs wrapped around him, loves your pretty tummy and the way it goes all taut when you’re on your hands and knees as he presses on your back until your arms give out. He loves your dainty hands in his. He loves your neck with his teeth and his kisses, holding your life in his hands. He’ll sometimes possessively grope your ass out of nowhere, just to make you jump, and he loves fondling your tits in the crudest, most vile way possible, to make his good girl squirm and blush, reminding you that your his. A contrast to when he lays on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, your hands running through his hair, making delicious little shivers run down his spine, his hips and into his cock. And what makes his heart burst and his eyes twitch, what makes him so unbelievably hard, is your face, all of the thousand different smiles you have, your plush lips and your delicate teeth, your sweet tongue, your nose he can’t stop kissing, your jewel-like eyes he has to make himself look away from, your elegant cheekbones and the curve of your jaw. The little beauty marks in random places. Can’t forget about your voice, soothing him and exciting him in turn. Sometimes it almost makes him hate himself, that he was born to kill and ruin and destroy, that this is what he is the absolute best at, when all he wants to do is worship your beauty and your life. He’ll have to settle for sex, to make up for all he cannot say.

c · cum

He’s only a man, isn’t he? It’s natural to want to come inside you all the time, he reassures himself. It’s biology. He loves when you swallow him down too, begging for his cum down your throat, on your face too sometimes. He had to pull out of you (ignoring your frustrated whines) to make himself come on your stomach so many times when you were just starting to mess around. Now that he knows the absolute ecstasy of emptying himself deep inside you, of filling you up, making you utterly his, he’s never, ever pulling out again.

d · dirty secret

His intelligence and terrifying laser-focus, his ability to strategize and predict an exact outcome. Mind tricks and invincibility, combined with his physical abilities and talent for violence, it made him a dream for shinras science department and would have made him a nightmare for such a sweet girl if he didn’t love you so much. Being on the receiving end of his full, undivided, eternal attention feels like standing in the eye of an omniscient god who just really, really wants what’s between your thighs, what’s behind your ribs, what’s inside your skull. His frequent deployments and ventures mess even more with his need to claim you, and your need to be claimed, to be held and possessed by him, and because you’re so smart, you do some research and shyly suggest that he give you a toy only he could control. His brain fully stops functioning for a moment, especially since you bring this up during a fully clothed conversation about your mutual feelings. You take his silence for hesitation, or even worse, rejection, so you give him some more arguments, about how you both love and crave when he orders you around and you obey him perfectly, the relief and sense of rightness that floods you both when you’re at his mercy. How he gets off on telling you you’re his, his and only his, making you repeat it back to him. When his hand rests around your throat at all times without squeezing, just because he needs to feel you with him. When he rewards you endlessly for being such a good girl for him, for keeping yourself safe like he taught you, for sucking his dick when he told you to, for showing him how wet his voice makes you. You say all that, and he says “Anything for you.” in that voice of his, desire burning in his eyes.

e · experience

Not much but that doesn’t mean he can’t fuck. Sephiroth was primarily focused on his goals and his connection to Jenova, not on romantic relationships. But then you came along. In a way you helped guide eachother. He hears your wants and needs, turning them into realities. You learn from eachother.

f · fav position

He loves it all, with a preference for anything that allows him to see your face, all of your blushing, see how you look up at him in pure adoration and love. He needs something that allows him to cage you in, hold you against him, all safe and sound, for him to position however he wants. He’s a big fan of fucking you on your back with your ankles crossed behind his neck, folding you until you’re completely at his mercy, opened up for him to take. Really loves fucking you on your side as well, especially in the middle of the night, under the covers, with you all tangled in his arms, your leg high on his waist, every inch of you pressed against him. Prone doggy works really well too, especially when he covers you with his heavy body, better than any weighted blanket, to take away all your anxieties and help you focus on nothing else than receiving his love, and giving him all of yours. Sometimes he takes you against a wall, when he wants to show off his strength, but your height difference can make it somewhat awkward.

g · goofy

Sephiroth = very dry, and dark, sense of humor. He can be witty at times. When you first began your relationship, he tried so hard to make you laugh even if the jokes were awkward, so you’d relax and feel safer with him. He allowed you to make little jokes in bed, because he knew the tension was hard on your poor nerves. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous either. The nervousness melted away eventually.

h · hair

Sephiroths not very hairy on the rest of his body, courtesy of his light hair. The hair on his head is a different story. Sometimes during sex you’d pull on it without realizing, earning a graon and a, “Do that again.” from above you.

i · intimacy

Any sort of relationship with Sephiroth will need a stupendous amount of trust and intimacy to even exist in the first place. He, just like you, is far too intense, too odd, too traumatized to allow for regular human feelings and relationships. Sex with him feels like you could drown if you aren’t careful. If he didn’t keep you conscious and swimming in his arms, in the tsunami of feelings and sensations you bring to each other. It feels like a declaration of love every time, and you cry under him more than a few times (he’s always so proud of you for giving him so much). Everything about living with Sephiroth is intimate, the s necklace around your neck, the ache between your legs, his scent in your bed, his kisses whenever he’s close to you, his voice permeating your dreams. When you bring him a glass of water while he’s doing reading, and he loops an arm around your hips to bring you closer. He looks up at you just long enough to kiss your hip in thanks, and you curl up with your own book on the couch opposite to him, not prying in his business, but still present. He takes you to bed twenty minutes later. When he makes you strip in front of him while he sits with his legs spread. When you both wake up in tandem at three on some random thursday night, overcome with love, even though you already had each other not five hours ago, you lift your leg over his hip he can slide inside of you. Your face pressed against his throat, while he mumbles insane words about how much he loves you, thanking you for letting him inside you, that he knows it hurts, and you’re his little slut and he loves you to death.

j · jerk off

Sephiroth has this uncanny ability to dominate his environment, to use every single piece of sensory information, of material component for his own purposes. He remembers every sensation, every ache, every movement. He remembers every pleasure, every taste, every feel. When he’s deployed, thousands and thousands of miles away from you, the only thing that can put him to sleep is to drown himself in every sensory memory he has of you. When he’s sharing living areas with his fellow soldiers, he sometimes contents himself with remembering the silk of your skin and the weight and texture of your muscles when he gives you a massage, or the sound and light pulsing of your heart when he lays his head on your chest. Most of the time though, he needs more. He can’t help it, he’s only a man. He’s real good at risking his life, at killing, at being a strategist, analyzing, at manipulating intel out of every person and item around him. He’s also a healthy young guy with a really hot girlfriend and very high libido. He needs the release so he doesn’t go insane again, so his aggressiveness won’t make him do something stupid when he’s out on the field, with dangerously high levels of testosterone thrumming through his blood and his brain reminding him of what you look like bent over. He’s always rough with himself, the way he usually is with you, because he doesn’t know of any other way to express his love for you. Other than to utterly ravage you and himself. He usually thinks of something absolutely depraved, like of being a deranged stalker slipping into your bedroom at night, while you’re sleeping naked and feeling all safe, unaware of the predator looking at you. His hand tugging at his cock faster as he imagines standing over you, pulling your covers down and kneeling over you so he can stare directly between your legs, jerking off on top of your dreaming body, until he comes all over your sex, your inner thighs, your lower belly. A terrifying gift for you to wake up to, so you know there’s a monster watching over you. It makes him so hard to think you’ll always have his claim on you.

k · kink

Panty thief? maybe. Definitely has a scent kink, obsessive/possessive, slight stalker tendencies. Light somnophilia. Very into marking and soft restraints. Wants to know everything about you, all the time. Cannot get enough of hearing you whine and blabber “I love you” when he’s inside you, making you come. Feeling safe to be so utterly needed and worshipped by one he worships also. He knows he likes being in control. he also knows how grateful he is that you give yourself to him. Shibari makes sense then and it makes him go berserk. Nothing else exists in his big brain other than the ritual of tying you up, taking you both into this other space, and you, all bound and pretty, at his mercy, it makes him want to spoil you rotten, want to make you come until you pass out. His whole life, his day to day, his work is a continuum of violence and domination. He’s only ever getting more dangerous, endless potential where most men his age have already reached their prime. It feels sane/normal for him to be in command, to know exactly where he is going, to hurt and kill and destroy in favor of a larger objective. Or maybe the opposite when he actually saves someone. It’s just in his nature, and then he comes home to his partner and takes her as he should.

l · location

He has a preference for your place, because it smells and feels like you. Never in public.

m · motivation

He’s heavily touch-starved, touch-desperate, touch-ravenous. Sephiroth cannot get enough of your hands all over him, caressing his face, tangling in his hair, massaging his scalp, his neck, all over his chest, digging into his back, grabbing his ass, caressing his cock. Even just holding hands gets him going, or when you touch his forearm, trace his muscles and veins with your fingers, and he’s got a thing for you kissing his arm when you’re out in public. It makes him feel so wanted by you, helps him understand you truly do love him. Praise. You praising him. You begging for him. Him providing for you. “Sephi, I love you so much,” with tears running down your flushed face, followed by a little hiccup of pleasure, as he methodically ravages you. “You feel so good inside me, so big, perfect fit.” When you finger yourself open and make yourself take four of your dainty fingers in front of him, dripping wet, begging him that you’re ready, that you can take it, and it’s still a stretch when he fills you up. You telling him you need him, can’t live without him, need his cock, need his cum. Giving yourself to him. He loves protecting you, keeping you safe and sound. Making sure you have everything you need. He needs to be your reason for living, the one you want entirely. He needs you to take his love, take his cock, take his teeth on your neck and his hands all over you. Any show of intimacy gets him going, from you crying in his arms to falling asleep curled up next to him, showering together, whispering your deepest secrets. He also has a (barely) hidden wish to get you pregnant, make you fully his. I should’ve added that to kinks. Breeding kink.

n · no

Not a strict no at first, but he doesn’t really like being penetrated. He’s tried it and it just doesn’t do it quite right for him, though it does make him more considerate towards his partner he tops. A bit of spanking is okay in his book but he’d never want to take it further than that when it comes to violence. He’s rough, and strong, and big, and passionate, but he’d never hurt you for real. You feeling safe in his arms, being needy for his touch is what he craves.

o · oral

Oral is a whole topic for Sephiroth. Its very own category of sex he could spend hours on. He loves eating pussy. He loves giving because it feels so intimate, so good, he wants you on his tongue with your thighs shaking and squeezing around his head. He loves to bite your inner thighs, to make you spread your legs wider. Loves to fuck his tongue inside you and feel you clench, feeling you dripping. Gently sucking on your clit until you go from tense and thrashing to soft and crying his name, begging him to stop, but he knows better, right? This pretty pussy belongs to him, and he’ll lick it for as long as he wants. And you sob out a “Yes, Seph..” that makes his cock throb. He adores making you sit on his face, ready to worship you like the little goddess you are. His offering to you white and sticky on his skin where he came untouched, just from the ecstasy of being surrounded by your body. He loves it as much as you love sucking his cock, taking him on your knees with your aching throat stuffed full. You’ve spent just as many hours licking his cock, the two of you training your mouth, your jaw, your throat to open up enough for him to slide deeper, and deeper, like you cannot get enough of him no matter how much it hurts. He learns you need it as much as he does, and as your dynamic progresses, he learns to use it as a way to center you and himself, to fulfill your mutual craving for obedience. When he comes home and tells you to get on your knees before he even kisses you, tells you to keep his cock warm while he’s reading through a debrief. He never knew there would be so much intimacy in fucking your pretty mouth, holding you down, coming down your throat as there is in licking you open, having his face all drenched in you, feeling every fold of your pussy on his tongue. He also really, really loves to 69.

p · pace

Sephiroth naturally tends towards the rough and fast, but he learns to be soft, to be slow, to be gentle not only because he’s concerned about the stretch he imposes on your sweet cunt, but also because you teach him to explain his feelings without violence. It’s hard for him, but he tries, really hard. He’s especially good at going slow and soft when he’s already come once, or when you’re the more assertive one. He’ll usually be softer when you’re particularly fragile and vulnerable, broken down by whatever troubles your mind and the harshness of the world, to remind you that he’s here and always will be. He’ll protect you against everything but himself, and you can let go of everything else if you just hold onto him.

q · quickie

Penetration with no prep is difficult at best, impossible at worst, but he knows exactly how to take care of you when you suddenly get needy for him and he has no time. Gathers you in his arms, “Spread your legs for me.” and kisses you while his long fingers work you open, mercilessly hitting every single nerve inside you without the slow buildup you prefer, and it feels like electricity running through you, too much, too fast, too strong, and he pulls an orgasm out of you before you can get your bearings, putting you in this fuzzy headspace where he rules everything. Sephiroth loves you all out of sorts and fucked out like this, allowing him to take your body, and to take your mind into a place where you don’t need to think. “I need to leave soon, so you just need to open your pretty mouth and let me fuck your throat, can you do that?”

r · risk

His life is molded around risk and danger. He never risks you, but sometimes the heat of battle, of absolutely dominating during a mission , of danger, it makes him hard, makes him see red, and if you were there, he would do things to you he would not be proud of in the morning.

s · stamina

It took months of continuous sex and of you repeating to him that you loved him and needed him, for his dick to finally occasionally get soft after his first orgasm. It’s better now, but he can still spend the night between your legs, overstimulating you both to tears, coming half a dozen times until he physically cannot get hard anymore, and you can’t even sit up.

t · toys

Big fan of them. Especially since he loooooves overstimulating you.

u · unfair

He’s not that big of a tease, preferring to overstimulate you until you’re sobbing. He knows it hurts to not have anything inside you when you’re turned on, but it also hurts when he forces his cock inside you without any preparation. So he settles for shushing you, gathering you in his arms so he can make out with you while fingering you open, the delicious stretch of his fingers so satisfying. You writhe and moan and curl in his arms like a kitten in heat, and he kisses you endlessly, pressing his weight against you to pin you down, not giving in to your pleas for his dick just yet, “need to stretch you a little more, okay?”

v · volume

Sephiroth is vocal for sure. His voice drops an octave when he’s turned on, he can’t help it. When he tells you dirty things it often ends in animalistic sounds, he’s a growler. He tries to muffle those sounds at first, afraid of scaring you, because you’re so pretty and sweet, you don’t deserve to get fucked by someone who can barely keep himself from sinking his teeth into your pretty throat. Then he understood that you like the gravel in his voice, and his breaths, his moans, his whines, his breathless little growls that rumble in his chest. He learns to be a little louder for you. Most of all, he learns how wet his voice makes you, and that his pet names, loving and degrading and praising you. It makes you go insane. He loves making you whine, cry out, and sob his name. Loves when he manages to break through your self consciousness until you forget everything but him and scream.

w · wild card

Can occasionally be submissive, usually when emotion is breaking him down, and your love is the only thing keeping him from drowning, the only light at the end of the tunnel. That usually means you overstimulating him like he does you, telling him you love him while kissing his forehead, and he whines and comes and comes and comes. Will send you dick pics, and videos of himself jerking off, especially when he’s away. He has a secret folder in his phone cause he just misses you. You make him hard even when you’re not there. He keeps a stash of slutty pictures of his love.

x · x-ray

Sephiroth is big everywhere, and he knows it.
“F-fuck Seph, you’re so biiiig” makes his head spin, and when you add “it’s too big, I can’t take it” with wet eyes brimming with tears, looking up at him in adoration, he has no choice but to reply: “It’s not even halfway in, honey. I know you can take it, though, can’t you? Just trust me, baby, give yourself to me.” He shows you he can split you open without pain, bigger than anything you thought was possible for you, taking you to a place beyond ecstasy. It takes all of your focus each time, feels more like a religious experience than anything else, like receiving a god inside you. But for him you’ll do anything. Rearrange your body however he wants, loving him as intensely as he loves you.


y · yearn

Ready to go at a moment’s notice, ever eager for your touch, your kisses. Sephiroth is a frozen abyss of thought and feeling that never learned how to express anything other than what he needs to accomplish, specific objectives. There’s a presence inside him howling for love, bleeding for your attention. He’d like to have you every morning and every night. Have you preen under his caresses during the day, and allow him to do awful things to your body while you sleep. Trusting him like he’s some kind of knight instead of a wild animal.

z · zzz

Sephiroth has had trouble sleeping for years now, never really having a truly safe place to rest at night has messed with his brain. In your cozy little place though, in your plush bed, his body closest to the door, you curled up in his arms, he slowly learns to relax and let go of constant vigilance. Sex helps too, especially when he allows himself to use you until he’s come once, twice, sometimes thrice or more. Then after you’re both cleaned up, he wraps you up in his arms and kisses you until you both drift off. You usually wake up with his arms around your throat and face, pressing you fully against him, an iron embrace you’d have trouble breaking from if he didn’t wake up at the same time as you.

— ʚɞ

i hc sephiroth as a sub most of the time but i love picturing him this way too.

[midgarangel]

nsfw arthur drabble

— ʚɞ

Just thinking about how warm and cozy it gets under the covers when you’re cuddling with Arthur after sleeping all night. He can’t help the way his hands roam your impossibly soft thighs. The way he also can’t help but gently paw at your ass over your nightgown.

He’d nibble the shell of your ear and gently lick it, teasing you to get you to lift up your gown and open those pillows you call thighs just enough so he can slip his morning hardness between them. The way he’d groan when your plush, warm, fleshy thighs would encase his throbbing length. How you’d be slightly awake, hearing his soft grunts as he’d roll his hips into your thighs, his happy trail grazing your ass.

Arthur always tried to be gentle in the morning. Usually he was because he didn’t wanna wake up anyone in the camp. He wanted to be gentle with you since you were truly a sleeping beauty. He’d squeeze your hips a bit as he rolled his own into your thighs, getting more desperate by the second. His smooth hardness just caressing your flesh, making your clit throb. His grunts would turn a bit more breathy as he got closer to his release.

He’d always pull his hips back a little before he came, so that he could release his sticky seed completely inside your thighs. He wouldn’t want to make a mess of your pretty sleepwear or your favorite (only, lets be real) set of sheets, after all. The hotness of his release would warm your thighs instantly, and the wetness made them slick and slightly stick together.

When you tried to pull your thighs apart because of the slightly weird sensation, Arthur would gently hold them together in place whispering,

“Keep it safe for me, honey.”

— ʚɞ

[midgarangel]

zayne nsfw drabble

dom!zayne, sub!reader, rough and messy fingering, squirting, dirty talk, multiple reader orgasms, zayne cumming untouched, tears from overstim.

— ʚɞ

Sometimes when Zayne loses a patient, he loses part of himself.

The shift in him happens so quick once he’s out of the operating room. You can merely blink, and just like that: he becomes a different person. One who you almost fail to recognize.

Seeing that sweet, groveling, familiar expression on his face becomes a rarity during the following twenty-four hours after the loss. He gets quieter, his fuse gets shorter, and he begins to use your body like a stress toy. Like it’s something to be squeezed and thrown around.

In other words, he gets a bit..mean.

He had a stressful day earlier at the hospital, and that’s why he’s currently got you stripped down to nothing but your undies, sat in his lap with your back to his chest. His right hand is holding your right thigh to keep your legs open, while his left hand is down past the elastic band of the only garment left on your body. Your head is tipped back onto his shoulder and he’s already murmuring the most painfully arousing things into your ear as he fingers you hard enough to have your hips jolting.

“You’re such a needy mess down here,” he growls through gritted teeth, his middle and ring finger nestled as deep as they can go into your core, curling and pumping and forcing out gushes of your fluids, “Spilling all over our couch, We’re gonna have to get it cleaned or something—“

Your eyes are rolled back under low lids, and he knows you don’t have it in you anymore to respond to his taunting quips. He just keeps pushing the pads of his fingers up into that special, spongy spot that makes fizzy little stars dance in your limited vision. It feels like carbonation in your brain and in your gut. He’s relentless. but you knew he’d be this way as soon as he came home, his brows knitted as he hung up his doctor coat. The look he gave you then before he joined you on the couch told you everything you needed to know—he was going to take it all out on you later, exactly like he’s doing now, and then kiss it all better. Just like he always does. It’s routine.

“mmn, hngh, g-fu-fuuuck,” you sob, your hands flying behind your head to hold the back of his short black hair, “aaah—!”

He knows what that means.

The lewd squelching of his digits inside you picks up in volume and in pace. He can feel your walls beginning to pulse around his touch, pulling him in and pushing him out, like even your body isn’t sure what to say or do in response to so much pleasure. You’re drowning in all of it, and he’s holding your head under the water with nothing but love.

You’re coming again. This is the fourth time.

He moans as he feels you squirt, soaking your already-drenched panties, and he trembles when the warmth of your juices fills his cupped palm. He thinks about licking the remnants from his skin once you’re done. He dreams about letting you coat his mouth in your releases. Maybe next time. Maybe when he’s feeling like less of a failure; Maybe when he’s not making you orgasm solely to prove that he’s still good at something.

When your body goes boneless over his own, he lets go of your right leg and rubs circles into your stomach.

“You’re still cumming...just like that.. keep it going..”

You can only wail in response, feeling the way he starts to use his thumb to flick over your swollen bud while he continues to relentlessly massage your g-spot.

“t-t..too—too.. much..!” you shudder after a few more moments of overstimulation, sniffling and hiccuping, even if you know deep-down that you can take more.

He shushes you. Sweet and soft. He drags his hand from your stomach to your throat, and rests it there. He doesn’t squeeze, only wanting to ground and comfort you. It’s his way of silently saying “I’ve got you, you’re all mine, we’re almost done..hang in there, honey..”

So you do.

It’s not like you can really deny yourself the release anyway, it’s too good to give up. He knows all of your weak spots and he abuses them so perfectly, it’s like a dream. An overwhelming, disgustingly wonderful dream.

One last flutter of his thumb over your bundle of nerves is all that it takes to tip you over again, and your stomach drops like you’re jumping off of a diving board from a height of fifty feet. It’s damn-near bruising.

You scream as it washes over you. He keens underneath your seat on him, and you can just barely make out the feeling of his cock jumping beneath his slacks, his own orgasm involuntarily trickling in and overtaking his frame.

“Damn it,” he curses, rutting into your backside as he pulls his fingers out of your sopping hole to rapidly swipe them back and forth over your clit, “That’s it, keep going, you’re so perfect like this. Don’t stop, don’t stop—“

You buck against his hand, crying out, and then pant like a little puppy when he starts to slow it down after several long moments. you truly can’t move a muscle, he’s turned you into a puppet with severed strings. He gives one last nudge of your sensitive spot with his fingertips, eliciting a whimper from your lips, and then pulls himself back. Zayne sighs heavily with relief. He’s finally sated. He reaches to squeeze at your sides and your chest.

“You’re so gorgeous..” he whispers breathlessly, trying to bring you back to him, “Just breathe for me, baby, you’re alright.. we’ll stay here like this for as long as you need. I’ll bring you some chocolate. How does that sound?”

He waits with bated breath for an answer. A confirmation that he didn’t go too far, and that he made you feel good in the end. That you don’t think he’s some failure.

“..y-yeah..please..” you slur.

And that’s all he really needs.

— ʚɞ

authors note: up rn brain full of zayne i had to get this out. this isn’t one but i love fics where zayne is a brat tamer..like that’s canon idc!!!

[midgarangel]

ꗃ plaything | cloud strife ☁️

summary: pretty much a sequel to “i could use your help.”

contents: nsfw! cloud strife x fem reader, movie night, full on switch cloud lets gooo, choking, penetration, more whimpering whaaa who said that!? fake jealous needy reader who just wants an excuse to give cloud hickeys.

words: 2.5k

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His room was much more illuminated considering the amount of candles you made him. It had been a week since your spontaneous night with Cloud. Right now he was on an outing with Jessie, something about finding more supplies for the next few missions. Meanwhile you were spinning in his desk chair waiting for him to come back.

There was laughter and conversation coming from down the hall. Soon a key entered the lock and in came the man of the hour.

“Night Cloud!!!!” Jessie shouted.

“Night Jessie.” He walked in, closed the door, and took a long inhale, sniffing the room. Happy to see you here, he knew you’d be here.

“Vanilla?”

“Yeah. Do you like it?” You asked waiting for his approval, kicking your feet back and forth.

“S-alright.” He hung up his armor then rummaged for loungewear. Settling on some gray sweats and a black t-shirt. You shamelessly watched him undress then get dressed.

“Eyes up here.” He said shaking his head smirking.

You rolled your eyes playfully,

“..You know she has a crush on you right?”

“Jessie?”

“Yes Cloud, who else?”

“You sound jealous.”

“Wha- I-”

“Someone’s jealous.”

He adjusted his clothes then walked over to you. pinching your cheek and popping a chocolate in his mouth. You brought chocolate? How sweet. Noting you were wearing a cute sleep set too. Something about your outfits really got him going.

“Am not…just…she’s pretty obvious. ”

“You have nothing to worry about.” Cloud said chuckling, now caressing your face. You fell into his touch.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

—

About 45 minutes into the movie you were getting a bit bored. Even though you loved the movie currently on, practically begging Cloud to give it a chance, you couldn’t focus.

Especially because of the position you both were in. You sat in between his legs up against his chest. Popcorn bowl on your lap, he’d reach for some. Seemingly very interested in the movie you chose.

His other hand resting on your stomach, close to where you wanted him to touch you most.

“Aw man I hope he gets out of the cave.” Cloud said as he grabbed some more popcorn.

You knew the scene he was referring to, you had seen it already. Instead your mind was coming up with ways to distract him. You wiggled a little pretending to get comfy.

Cloud laughed at the next scene.

“Yeah he’s done for. No way they’re getting out of there.”

And so were you. You were aching, this was torture.

You wiggled a bit more, this time turning over on your side so your cheek was on his chest.

“All good?” He asked looking down at you.

“Mhm.” You replied tracing the veins on his arms, then his hands.

He was invested in the movie but couldn’t help but wonder what you were up to.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Admiring.”

Admiring?

“My arm?”

“And your hand.”

“Right.” He flexed his arm for you jokingly.

You wanted to bite him at this point. He was driving you insane.

“Kinda want them on me.” You said quietly.

“Oh.”

Oh?

You got up sitting on your heels still inbetween him. Essentially blocking his view of the movie.

He gasped a little when you gave him a tiny kiss on the corner of his mouth. Straddling him, you guided one of his hands to your hip and the other to your neck, urging him to squeeze a bit.

He raised an eyebrow at you, hesitant to do it. You made a noise he wanted to hear all night. Very turned on by his hand around your throat. Then with a smile you took your hand and placed it on his neck, not choking just yet.

“Is this ok?”

Cloud nodded fervently. Your pretty, little fingertips wrapping around him, feeling his rapid pulse against your hand.

“You’re enjoying this yeah?” He could tell you were, he just wanted to hear you say it.

“So are you.” You rebutted not giving him the satisfaction.

You held his neck a little tighter then let go making him shamelessly gasp. Tracing his lips then his jawline, all the way to his neck you just had your hand on.

“Cloud you’re so pretty.”

He was blushing but you couldn’t tell with how dark the room was.

You kissed his neck a bit, he sighed into it. Still grinding on him here and there, the movie was forgotten at this point, playing in the background.

“Wanna mark you…” You said hazily, still kissing and licking his neck.

You heard a strained ‘Fuck’ fall from his lips. He couldn’t fucking breathe. He was seeing stars.

“Wanna make Jessie jealous.”

“She’s just a f-friend..”

Of course she was. You knew she was. But it couldn’t hurt to let her assume Cloud was taken just by glancing at his neck on their next mission right?

“Wanna make you my plaything.” Was the last thing you said.

His hands holding your hips tighter once he felt you suck. One hickey right under his ear, the other on the side of his neck.

The realization has a cute moan leaving his lips as he feels hot all over at your debaunched behavior. He wanted to do the same to you, maybe later.

“Plaything?” Cloud asked.

You nodded watching his next move.

He took your hand back toward his throat, guiding it there, his own fingers pressing yours into place.

“Do it again… harder this time.”

Your stomach flipped, a mix of nerves and something electric sparking through you. Curling your fingers around his neck, feeling the pulse thudding under your grip. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, watching you, daring you.

You tightened your hold just enough. His head tipped back, a low groan rumbling out of him, eyes fluttering half-shut.

“l-like that? i-is that fine?” You whispered, unsure but caught up in the way he was looking at you, like you’d just unlocked something he didn’t even know he wanted.

“More than fine…” He breathed, hands digging into your thighs, urging you closer. “Please don’t stop.”

Keeping a steady pace as your hips grind over his, it felt delicious. Though it was getting hot and your clothes were acting as barriers.

He groans, leaning back down, nosing against the soft spot beneath your jaw. He doesn’t wanna stop but he’s so painfully hard against your shorts he's fucking leaking.

“..Can you lay down for me?”

His tough demeanor melting more and more every time you guys were together. You giggled at his sudden request, lying yourself down underneath him.

Cloud laughed softly. His eyes searching yours while his thumb trailed up the side of your neck to angle your face and give him more access. The way you might look helpless, pinned beneath him like this, but the way he knows you're anything but.

He loves that about you, how you never back down, how you can flip the tables on him. How you end up straddling his hips, your thin fingers, so much stronger than they look, wrapped around his throat. The coolness of your fingertips as you squeeze them gently making his vision blur with want.

But that was a few moments ago, this is different. Half of your clothes discarded somewhere on his floor.

"Fuck," he breathes out.

His erection straining against the inside of his boxers as it presses against your bare abdomen. A lift of your hips is all the indication he needs from you to tell him that you're as desperate for this as he is right now, and so he gingerly begins to slide one of his hands down the front of your shorts.

His touch dips under the waistband, before you can process the sensation, you realize that he's moving down into your panties too. One thing that you are very aware of is the fact that he never tries to break eye contact while he does all of this.

“Ahh.." you moan, your brows pinching up as you feel his warm fingertips brush over your throbbing, sensitive nub.

He was hardly touching you, but it was enough to get the fire roaring within. It was more than enough. He knew all the right ways to touch you. All the right spots to squeeze and caress, which seemed crazy considering you had to guide his hand towards your throat earlier.

He smiles gently, his eyes now moving to gaze down at your lips. The pads of Clouds fingers begin to play with your clit, rubbing soft and incessant circles over the ball of nerves as you start to squirm on the bed.

His head leans back down to kiss your neck and your hands shakily grab onto his shoulders. A laugh escapes him, coating your flesh in a bath of warm air, while he feels your nails dig into him. Even over the fabric of his cotton tee shirt he can feel this, and he winces slightly before the sting of your grip dissolves into pleasure and he starts to moan along with you.

A few more minutes of this continues. The band in your stomach is stretched more and more until it feels like it's about to snap, and then-

"I really need you," Cloud murmurs against your skin, his fingers coming to a pause as he pulls his face from the crook of your neck to look down into your dazed eyes.

You blink a few times, feeling the numbing pressure in your pussy start to fade as he unintentionally edges you.

"Yes..please.. I need you too..” You softly whimper. Your hands reaching up to needily tug at his shirt.

The moment the words leave your mouth, he's letting out soft breathy moans and grinding his clothed pelvis against your thigh. You can feel him throbbing through the fabric, and now you're certain you can't wait much longer. Neither can he.

Your hands pull on his shirt again, forcing his face back down close to yours, "I want you inside of me.."

A groan and a grunt later, he's scrambling to pull his shirt off, and then his sweatpants. His strong calloused hands are gently tugging your shorts down as well. Cloud doesn't want to waste time on the act of undressing. Sure, he liked being tender and going slow most times but now wasn’t the time.

The more that he felt himself leaking into his underwear, the more he needed to feel your pussy grip around his cock.

When your panties are pulled down with your shorts, Cloud lets out a groan as he sees the fabric connecting with your delicate flesh by a glistening string of arousal from your heat.

"You’re unreal." He huffs.

“No you.” You stare back at him adoringly.

His tongue moving to dip out over his bottom lip involuntarily. He pushes your shorts and panties down the rest of the way, and you urgently kick them off onto the room's floor.

After he moves back up, one of his hands reaches down once again to your cunt. His fingers gently brush over your slicked-up folds, causing your body to jolt and shudder as you struggle to remain quiet.

In the next instant, you feel his touch leave your body and you watch in awe as he brings his fingers up to his lips to suck your juices off of them. He rolls your wetness around over his tongue and his eyes roll back a little. He can't help it—you just taste so fucking good.

"Cloud…” You whisper, "c'mon.. just-I want you to-"

You're cut off when the man hovering over your form moves his fingers from his mouth and down to yours, effectively shutting you up.

"Suck," he whispers.

You do as you're told instantly, parting your lips to engulf his middle and ring finger in wet heat; your drool pools over his fingertips as your tongue swirls around them and tastes the mix of his saliva and the remnants of your arousal.

He watches with bated breath as you do this, his eyes never leaving your face, and he can’t stop himself from pushing his hard, clothed dick against your bare cunt. Your eyes flutter. A string of whimpers echo out into the room from your chest, and you can feel more of your wetness slide down from your entrance.

Cloud keeps his fingers in your mouth as he uses his other hand to pull his hard-on out of his black boxer briefs, groaning as he taps your clit with the tip of it a few times. Each time his leaking head touches your sensitive parts, your hips buck up. He didn't think it was physically possible to get as turned on as he was right then.

The feeling of your heady moans around his fingers cause them to vibrate, and he leans down close to your face on instinct.

Your breath catches in your throat. Your eyes blink open and you whimper as he uses his digits to gently force your lips to part so that he can shove his tongue past them. Cloud licks at the inside of your mouth, groaning while he subtly removes his fingers and brings them down to your clit once more.

He slots your bundle of nerves between his index and middle finger, sliding them up and down to effectively stroke over your most sensitive area as you feel his dick prodding at your hole.

While his tongue laps over yours, his mouth eagerly swallowing the obscenely loud moans you're letting out as your climax approaches once again, he begins to slide his tip into you. Your eyes instantly open wide before your face scrunches up in pleasure and your hands desperately paw at his shoulders.

This is what you had been wanting since you turned that beloved yet forgotten movie on earlier.

He slides in another inch and then he bottoms out completely, filling you whole. With his twitching length as he pulls his face back from your lips to gasp softly.

You look up at him as his brows furrow, and you wriggle underneath him as he lets out a soft growl.

"You're so tight-fuck..you feel so good." He murmurs lowly, his eyes on yours as he starts to slide himself slowly back out before thrusting back in.

“Harder? Please Cloud..”

“Yeah?” He smirks, breathing heavily.

“Mhmm..”

He leans up so that his back is straight, and he gazes down at you while he slides his hands under your form to gingerly cup your lower back.. and then he's pounding into you without further warning.

Your back arches up from his hold. Each movement of his hips results in a lewd squelch as his pelvis slaps into the underside of your ass.

He's groaning and moaning above you, watching your every move as you squirm around and take him properly. You wanna be good for him. He can tell. He wants to be good for you too.

Whimpers and needy whines are forced out of you as he fucks you with abandon into the mattress, and your mind is forced back into reality once you feel his hands move from your back to your sensitive tits.

"Are you gonna cum? You're squeezing down on me.” He breathes out, a loud groan cutting his words off as he tips his head back. His thrusts grow sloppier,

"Oh god, oh fff-u-uck.."

"Ye-mmmf..yes.." You hoarsely and brokenly moan out, unable to fully give him an answer. Your hands fist the cool sheets under you as your legs start to involuntarily squeeze together with the onslaught of your impending orgasm.

Cloud brings his head back up to look down at you, and he shakes his head, sliding his hands down from your breasts to your legs to lift them up and spread them apart gently but forcefully.

"Keep them spread.. I know you're close," he says softly to you.

"I promise I'll let you come.. just keep being good for me.. I'm almost there.." He continued.

Once his words fill your fuzzy head, you can't help but let out an obscenely loud—borderline-pornographic—moan as your thighs shake in his hold. His cock slams into you faster, but with less and less precision. He bites his lip before his jaw slacks and he lets out an equally loud moan to accompany your filthy noises.

"You're so fucking pretty... you're so— you feel so damn good," he babbles gruffly, his touch digging into your legs as his hips rashly thrust his throbbing length in and out of your sopping pussy.

You nod, unsure of what to say or how to even respond in the state that your body is in. You're somehow limp and tense at the same time, your body shivering as your back arches up again.

"I— I'm gonna—!" you gasp out in a shaky whimper.

He moans at your words, fucking you deeper and messier, before he leans down over you and you can feel his broad toned chest press against yours.

"Say it.." he breathes out against your ear in a soft groan. His hand reappearing this time on your neck.

You moan deeply, shuddering under him as your cunt starts to rhythmically tighten around him.

"I'm gonna cum," you whine, nearly sobbing.

"Fuck," he groans, "yeah? Say it again for me."

"I'm gonna cummm-!"

"Gonna cum on my dick?"

You nod helplessly, your arms wrapped around his flushed upper back as his cock slides in and out of you, his tip constantly brushing up against that special spot in your velvety walls hidden just a couple inches inside.

Before you can process what's going on, your body is overwhelmed with an overpowering heat as the last thing you distinctly feel is one of Clouds hands moving down your lower abdomen to then rub circles over your swollen bud with his thumb. And that's all it takes — you’re thrown over the edge.

He groans harshly and loudly against your warm skin before his hips stutter with the feeling of your hole pulsing around him. He keeps his digit rubbing incessant, soft circles over your clit to prolong your orgasm as he forces himself to pull out with a gasp.

As you moan tremblingly and bask in your afterglow, you try to catch your breath as you shakily push yourself up onto your elbows just in time to watch Cloud squirt out a thick load over your torso. Rope after rope of sticky white fluid drips and gushes from his cock and between his fingers as he jerks himself off. Whimpering deeply over you and letting out little "fuck’s” and "oh my god’s” and "yes’s.”

He breathes heavily, biting his lip as he watches your body shake. He loves the way his cum looks on your beautiful body.. it's like liquid pearl splattered all over you. He takes several mental pictures of the scene in front of him before he collapses on top of you with a soft grin.

You chuckle breathily, wrapping your arms around him as your warm bodies stick together in the aftermath, and he presses two soft kisses to your neck. One of your hands slides up from between his shoulder blades to run some of your fingers through his messy spiky hair. He shivers and sighs, sliding his hands under your body to hold you closer to him.

A small period of comfortable silence is held between you two as you both work to catch your breaths, before Cloud is the one to break the quiet with a soft murmur into your shoulder.

“That was a great movie.”

“Stopppp!” You said laughingly.

“What? It was! Perfect ending.” He kissed your shoulder.

You and Cloud spent the rest of the night enjoying eachothers company.

—

this is my longest fic on this acc so far!! as always, i hope you enjoyed xx <3

[midgarangel]

໒꒱ིྀ ˚. ᵎᵎ ᢉ𐭩 tutor turned bf series

pairing: nerdy!zayne x pervert!reader

contents: mdni!!! smut, masturbation (f), implied virgin zayne, reader & zayne are in college.

words: 500 :( short ik.

authors note: my take on the nerdy zayne trope. i kinda wanna turn this into a short series bc i have sooo many ideas.

— ʚɞ next part

When you first met Zayne, he was tutoring you in anatomy and physiology. The moment you saw him, you thought he looked downright edible in his specs.

He wore baggy hoodies and sweatshirts adorned with your college's name, sometimes even wearing button down shirts with a tie. One time, you grabbed his bicep to 'steady yourself' (to feel him up) and you felt the hard planes of muscles hidden under his clothes that immediately gave you filthy thoughts.

From then on, you'd do anything to see that pretty blush that'd sometimes grace his defined cheeks, and it wasn't even a difficult thing to achieve. Really, most of the time calling him cute was enough to get him turning as bright as a tomato.

You always wore something low-cut and tight to your tutoring sessions, biting down on your lip and shamelessly pushing your cleavage together as you pretended to listen to him explain the skeletal system, your panties getting wetter and wetter the more and more he stumbled with his words.

When he finally gathered enough courage to ask you out on a date, he took you to a a museum. As you reached the exhibit that showcased a short film, you both sat down and until the final ten minutes you pretended to stretch and yawn, moving your hand to rest on his thigh.

Zayne stiffened in his seat, a bulge starting to form in his pants that you pretended not to notice, all the while drawing hearts on the inside of his thigh with your pretty nails.

When you two finally started going out officially, you could tell that he didn't have much experience with relationships. His kisses were clumsy and he kept apologizing if he was 'doing it wrong' and you thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

The first time he let you into his dorm room, it was like his personality had been transformed into a bedroom. Sticky notes on the wall above his desk, navy blue bedsheets, book piles here and there, the smell of clean linen in the air. When he slipped off into the bathroom, you rolled around in his sheets, smelling his shampoo on his pillow, your hand drifting to rub yourself over your panties.

You giggled when you saw all the different boxer shorts neatly arranged in his drawer, grabbing a blue plaid pair and slipping them into your bag.

Later that night, you called him, wearing his boxer shorts, your arousal soaking them the moment you put them on. He answered in a groggy voice that caused another pang of need to go through your body. He’d been up late doing homework, explaining the subject of his essay while you simply 'Mmhm'ed and 'Oh?'ed at everything he said, too busy playing with yourself to pay any real attention.

You worked yourself closer and closer, picturing his hand was the one getting you off, thinking about what it'd be like to jerk him off with your favorite strawberry-scented lotion.

When you finally felt your orgasm rock through you, you bit down on your pillow to muffle the moans and the 'nngh!'s that escaped you.

And for the next ten-or-so minutes, you just listened to him rant about his classes, your hand still in his boxer shorts, a satisfied smile on your lips, thinking of all the ways in which you wanted to defile his innocence.

— ʚɞ

[midgarangel]

soft dom noctis juseyo...🙏🏽

noctis nsfw drabble

dom!noctis, fem!reader, sloppy penetration, belly bulging, creampie, general filth

authors note: tysm for requestingggg, i need noctis in my life.

— ʚɞ

Noctis who holds your legs open as he curls over your body and gently rolls his hips, slowly stretching your insides with every thrust. his brow pinches together in a way that makes him look rougher, and meaner—even if all he truly wants to do is to make you feel good and play with your body. The look that washes over his face when he begins to properly fuck into you could fool just about anyone..

His calloused palms grip the back of your calves, his fingers curling around your flesh, his eyes fluttering as he feels your walls suck him in deeper. Warm, wet, and convulsing against his cock that pummels into that squishy spot nestled upward in your entrance. He knows exactly how to move to get you squirming and mewling; it’s easy for him to fuck you into a puddle of fluids—he does it every time. He pushes down on your limbs to fold you in half, and keens when he feels how much tighter the position makes your cunt. He nearly whimpers.

“Fuck, ohh—fuck!—“ he withers atop you for only a moment, slowing down with a shudder so he doesn’t finish too soon, “You feel so good..getting me close..take my dick—just like that—you’re gonna make me come..”

He swallows around a low growl, and you watch as his toned abdomen visibly flex each time he roughly feeds his length to your pussy. The way he relentlessly bumps, it’s almost uncomfortable, but the boiling pleasure collecting in your gut drowns out everything other than how much you’re feeling and how wrecked you both sound while he keeps you in place. His right hand leaves your leg, knowing you won’t move a muscle without him coaxing you into a new position, and begins messily swiping his fingertips over your swollen clit. Your back arches up like you’re being shocked and he smirks in that devilish way he always does when he knows he’s doing something right. It’s cocky. It’s arrogant. His tip catches on a soft area inside your pussy before wholly slotting into it. The slap of skin-on-skin is obscene. He moves so fast it’s like he’s vibrating. A flood of heat laps at every nerve in your frame, and you let out a broken cry as the very last thing you hear before your ears start to ring from the ecstasy is the sound of him chuckling and cooing.

“Feels that good, doesn’t it? God it’s like you’re trying to milk me,” He lets his gaze wander down your lower body as his digits circle your bud and his glistening shaft slides in and out, covered in your release, “Love the way you sound when you come..it’s got me throbbing, you know that?”

Then his eyes fix on something that doubles—no, triples—the satisfaction he feels and causes his eyes to adjust. The sight of his curved cock pushing up from the inside of you and causing your lower belly to subtly bulge out. He licks over his lower lip, his jaw slacking. He moans, broken and higher in pitch than moments before, then his free hand leaves your other leg and moves to press down over the focus of his affection. His knees shake on the mattress when he feels himself bury deep in your overstimulated pussy.

“I feel myself fucking you,” he breathlessly gasps, his orgasm rushing from base to tip, his milky load rising ready to paint you, “C’mere—touch—fuck, fuck..“

In the last few desperate pumps of his hips that he gives you, he scrambles for your hand that fists the sheets and replaces his touch on your stomach with your own. He watches the way you writhe and hiccup as you revel in the way your pussy is being used like a toy. he throws his head back, his pelvis snaps against yours, and then it’s all over.

“Coming,” he huffs in a drawn-out cry, and you get to feel every kick of his release under your hand. Thump, thump, thump, throb, throb, throb under your palm. It’s never-ending; it almost makes you wail. You gather all of the remaining strength in your brain to watch as Noctis’s face crumple with every wave of his climax, his head dropping back down. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are squeezed shut, his nose is crinkling with the effort of remaining upright and not collapsing over your chest.

He sucks a breath in through gritted teeth, hissing, when he gets to the tail end of his orgasm. The sensitivity becomes too much, and he can’t handle the way you continue to spasm around his softening length. His cheeks puff out as he blows a steady breath of air, trying to get the room to stop spinning, and in the next instant he’s looking down to your face. His hands slide up your torso and cup the sides of your neck before he leans down and kisses you. His tongue licks languidly against yours, smearing his spit over your palate. You feel him groan into your open mouth. He only pulls away once he’s gotten his fill—once he’s tasted and swallowed enough of your whining to sate him for the rest of the night (or so you think). His gaze is hazy when he looks down into your eyes. His cock twitches at the sight of your spent expression, then that dumb, snarky smirk is back.

“So good for me,” he hums, “Flip over and ill give you two more?”

The heavy nod of your head that follows is all he needs to get his arousal stirring again.

— ʚɞ

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