welcome *⁠.⁠✧

18 • She/Her • Libra II Still new to tumblr! ^^ i live for subby men lol

[wahtev]

Haven't logged in this acc 4 a while, anyways, I failed to get Rafayel’s birthday memory (sobbing) so hopefully I’ll be able to get the newly released one this time!

BUUUT oh my god I’m actually contemplating between Rafayel and Zayne cause LOOK AT ZAYNE, he's about to KISS us?! 😭

Also, I’m having such a hard time getting retros now bcs of stamina and such (grinding for leveling up and ascension materials)

[ellereath]

GO INSANE ! 🌃 ✧⁠*⁠。

NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !

I couldn't stop thinking abt subby Wrio, so.. again not proofread bcs I’m lazy (what's new)

tags: sub! Wriothesley, whiny and needy! Wriothesley, edging (m.receiving), femdom, dacryphilia, implied switch reader and Wriothesley, handjob (m.receiving), praise (m.receiving), marking (m.receiving), a hint of mind breaking.

Many would think that between you and Wriothesley’s relationship, he would be the dominant one in bed.

Well, they're not wrong. You liked being pinned down by his beautiful, sturdy, and muscular body. You love it when he growls into your ear as he pounds into your pussy like there’s no tomorrow, but sometimes, there are just nights like these.

Nights like these where you have Wriothesley under your mercy, sniffling and crying for you to touch him more, to let him cum already. His ears and cheeks flushed pretty pink, his swollen nipples decorated with your love bites. His swollen cock throbbing and weeping from all the teasing. His mind is getting hazy from all the edging, all he can think of right now is to cum no matter what.

You chuckle as you see his absolutely pathetic state, you could see him fisting the sheets so tightly, fighting the urge to take you right there. Despite wanting to, he knows he shouldn't. After all, he knows how cruel you can be when he disobeys your orders. So cruel, yet he loves it.

“Aren’t you such a good boy? Taking this so well, hm?” You praise him, sliding your thumb over his bottom lip. He leans in to your touch, before bucking his hips into the air again, trying to get your attention back on his leaking cock.

“Y-Y/N..I, I’ve been a good boy, so.. please?” He whimpers, looking up at you. His cheeks and eyelids stained with his tears, and his cock lets out another bead of pre-cum.

You then smile at him softly before observing him carefully, as if considering if you should let him cum or not. He lets out a sob, biting his lip hard.

“I.. I wanna cum, please..! I wanna cum so so sooo bad, mmpf!” He cries out, bucking his hips into nothing.

You then gently push his back on the headboard of the bed, before slightly crawling on top of him. You then give him a quick peck on the lips before chuckling.

“Alright, baby. I’ll let you cum this time.” You coo, before finally giving his cock a stroke with your hand. He throws his head back in pleasure, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, before crying out

“O-Oh god, oh fuuuckk..! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He rambles, his mind turned into mush as he finally feels your touch. He's sobbing once again, tears rolling down his cheeks as he hunches his back, rolling his hips into the rhythm of your strokes.

“Good boy, cum lots for me, yeah?” You whispered into his ear, which has him letting out a pathetic whine in response.

There's just something about him that makes you want to break his sanity with mind-blowing pleasure. <33

[wahtev]

Heya! Just in case you don't know, I have a second blog dedicated to writing NSFW works! @ellereath

My works are dedicated for submissive men and femdom! I already have a few works for Xavier and Rafayel (love and deepspace) released, make sure to check it out! <33

[ellereath]

FEELING INTOXICATED 🌆 .⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

This one is quite longer than the previous ones I wrote, also this was inspired from that Rafayel header pic lol (ch.8) Enjoy.

tags: sub!Rafayel x fem!reader, whiny and needy Rafayel, risky public (no penetration) sex, handjob (m.receiving), mentions of being drunk, slight grinding, Rafayel is whipped for reader, begging, praise kink, dacryphilia, making out

Not proofread bcs I’m lazy af

“D-Darling, you know we can’t do this here..” He gasps out, feeling your lips plant hot open-mouthed kisses on his neck as you unbutton his shirt slowly.

The loud volume of partying music can be heard outside, your bodies pressing against each other in the cramped bathroom stall of the club.

Rafayel complained about going to the club, saying that he doesn't like crowded places, and the stench of the alcohol and sweaty bodies wasn't helping either. He was supposed to talk to someone important, he guesses that it's a hotshot that wants to either buy his paintings or commission one. That important person didn't end up coming though which has him sighing out of frustration as he walked through the bodies of people. If only Thomas didn't nag at him so much, he wouldn't do this.

But then, he saw you, drinking all alone. Sitting so prettily on a stool in the bar, gazing at your drink with no interest in the club’s noisy surroundings. Before Rafayel knew it, he already approached you with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Watcha doin’ all alone here, Y/N?” He sat beside you, his chin on the palm of his hand as he’s gazing at you with a teasing smile. You look up from your drink to his mesmerizing eyes, smiling softly at him.

“It was a welcome party for us new hunters, but I’m not fond of crowds and so I separated from them.” You reply honestly, gazing back to your drink in your hand, before taking a sip of it. You then glance at him before asking “How about you? What are you doing here?” Rafayel chuckles at your question.

“I’m not fond of crowds as well, I was supposed to have an important business here, but stuff happened” He shrugged before sighing heavily in frustration. You then gently put your glass back on the table, making a weak clank sound, he glances up at you. You then suddenly stand up, before slowly grabbing his wrist.

“Then let's get out of this crowd.” You smiled at him with a glint of mischief in your eyes, before slowly pulling him into your lead.

And now here he is, his back against the door of the club's bathroom stall, breathing heavily as you plant hot kisses on his neck. He never thought you'd be this bold, but he wasn’t complaining at all. Who would dare to? When your pretty and plump glossy lips are making marks all over his skin? Looking at him under your lashes with those beautiful eyes of yours. No, he wouldn't complain.

You ran your hands over his abs, while planting kisses on his collarbone, which has him unconsciously bucking his hips onto your thigh in response. You notice his erection, he was already so hard for you, you chuckle at his needy whimper.

“So hard for me already, aren't you, baby?” You coo, purring out the pet name. God, Rafayel was about to go insane, you called him “baby” you never called him that before. He lets out another pathetic moan, grinding his clothed cock faster on your thigh.

“Yes, yes, p-please call me that.. call me baby again, please?” He whimpers out, looking at you with a needy expression. His hair was now disheveled, his ears and cheeks are red, while his neck and torso is full of your love bites and marks. You cup his face with your free hand, looking at him with adoration and love in your eyes, smiling at him softly.

“You’re so pretty for me, baby, doin’ so good for me.” You praised him, he leaned in to your touch, letting out a soft moan. God, he would do anything for you to praise him again and again, until he gets sick of it. But he doubts that he’ll ever be sick of your praises.

“More, touch me more,” He moans out, his hands running all over back as you kissed his neck again. You smile, before your hand on his abs dangerously goes lower.

He bucks his hips in response, arching his back as he cries out in pleasure. “F-Fuck!” He grips the fabric of your clothing tightly, as he feels you palm his hard cock over his pants.

“At this point, your pants are going to be dirty” You chuckle, looking at him with a teasing smile. You're so pretty, he thought. Your lips are so beautiful, so plump, he wants to taste them so badly. As if you could read his mind, you suddenly crash your lips against his.

Rafayel moans into the kiss. Heavens, you tasted so good, so fucking addicting. He could taste your strawberry flavored lip gloss and a little bit of the alcohol you were drinking earlier, he starts feeling a little drunk, but he's sure that it's not because of the alcohol, but because of you. The kiss turns hungrier, as your tongues tangle with each other, kissing deeper with passion.

You then break the kiss, a string of saliva can be seen connecting from your mouths. Rafayel gasps for breath, his chest heaving in and out. His pretty lips swollen and glossy from the intense kiss, as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes full of desire. You then finally, slowly unzip his pants, before sliding down his boxers.

Rafayel feels a shiver go down from his spine, as his hard and leaking cock is finally free from its confines. The tip of his cock is flushed pink, and the shaft is decorated with a few veins here and there. His size isn't excessively large, just the perfect length to hit all of your sweet spots. He could feel the cold air hitting his now bare cock, he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Hm, what is it baby?” You coo, teasingly smiling at him. You knew what he wanted, but you wouldn't let him get it so easily.

“Please, haa— touch me, make me feel good..!" He bucks his hips into nothing, desperate to feel your touch. You chuckle, before teasingly grazing your fingers on the tip of his cock, which has him shivering and whimpering pathetically.

“Y-You’re so cruel.. I.. I want you to touch me, please?” He looks up at you again, now teary eyed. He was desperate, he needed your touch badly. As you look into his teary eyes you can't help but smile again, you could feel the wetness in between your legs as you see his pathetic state.

“Since you asked so nicely, pretty boy” You coo, finally wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock tightly. Pretty boy, he didn't know that being praised by you would make him this aroused, this pathetic, but he can't help but enjoy it. He lets out another loud and pathetic moan, you leaned in close to his ear, whispering

“Shh, baby. You don't want anyone hearing you, hm?" You coo softly, before giving his cock a few slow pumps. He nuzzles his face into your neck, you could hear him sniffle and whimper, trying to contain his moans.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” You coo, before sliding your thumb over the sensitive slit of his cock, earning a cry of pleasure from him. His face contorts into pure bliss.

“Mmngh..! N-not there— fuck!” He sobs, his hips bucking into the same rhythm of your hand. He's practically fucking your fist at this point, but he's too aroused to care. You chuckle and speed up the pumps of your hand, before kissing and licking on his ear.

As he feels your lips on his sensitive ears, he feels another shiver go down his spine. He lets out another pathetic whimper, not seeming to care anymore about where you both currently are. His hips bucks faster into your hand, trying to get deeper in hopes of earning more stimulation.

“S-so close, I’m so close, Y/N— please don't stop!" He whimpers, as he pounds into your fist faster, you drastically sped up the strokes of your hand as well. His hair was now slightly damp of sweat, some of the strands sticking on his forehead. His brows are slightly furrowed, his lips parted in pleasure as he desperately tries to chase his high.

“Hm, you wanna cum f'me, Rafayel?” You coo. You kept stroking his cock fast, as you hear him cry out a bunch of “please’s” and “oh my god's”

“Fuck, yesyesyes— pleeease, let me cum. I- hah, I wanna cum f’you!” He sobs out, thrusting into your fist with speed and intensity. His cock twitching and throbbing, he feels like he's about to explode, his mind hazy and clouded in pleasure. You could feel his tears dripping onto your shoulders. God, he was crying so much. He couldn't handle this anymore, all he wanted to do was cum on your pretty hands.

“Good boy. Cum lots for me.” You reply and he didn't need to be told twice. Fuck, you called him a good boy, he was never that turned on in his life. But just that one phrase from you, has him cumming quickly on your hands like a teenager.

“I-I’m cumming..! Fuck— M’ gonna cum hard f’you!” He sobs in pleasure, the thrust of his hips turning sloppy as his cock spurts out ropes after ropes of hot cum on your hands, some of it landing on your thigh and clothing.

His body goes limp from the intense orgasm. He looks at you again with half-lidded eyes, his eyes a little swollen from crying, before landing his lips on yours, kissing you tenderly. You smile into the kiss, kissing him back with affection, before slowly pulling away.

“Shall we continue this somewhere more.. private?” You smiled softly at him before licking your lips in anticipation. And he could already feel his cock hardening and twitching back to life.

Oh, he was so pathetic when it came to you and your touch, but he loves every second of it.

[mieluscious]

baby, warm me up. zayne

ෆ pairings : zayne x female reader

ෆ genre : fluff, smut

ෆ word count : 3k6

ෆ warnings : mdni. husband!zayne, bratty wife!reader, fluff, small argument, teasing, fingering, biting, a lot of kisses, unprotected sex, breeding kink, handjob, hand kink, rough sex, semi-public sex, risk of getting caught, medical office sex, zayne is really cold (you know him..) but really reallyyy soft at the same time, they are both so in love . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

"what are you doing here." zayne's office door closed behind you as you excitedly threw your shopping bags on the sofa in front of his desk.

"i went shopping and thought : why not say hello to my hubby?" you clapped your hands, smiling at zayne's cold expression. "are you not excited to see me ?" you pouted and placed your hands on your hips. "look at my new dress, isn't it cute ?" zayne pushed his glasses up his nose and turned his attention back to the documents spread out on his desk.

"i have work to do y/n. go back home." he grabbed a pen and resumed his work without giving you another glance. you sighed and threw yourself onto the sofa.

"my husband is so meannnn." you raised your arms and looked at your hands. "i even had my nails done for him. but he doesn't care about me i'm so sad." you whined loudly but zayne was totally indifferent and it was slowly beginning to frustrate you. you suddenly got up and reached into one of your bags, pulling out a cute little top you bought at the mall. "since you don't mind, i'll show you everything i've bought." zayne squeezed his pencil lightly between his fingers at your words. you took off your shoes and unbuttoned your dress, which fell to your feet, leaving you in your underwear in front of his desk. he slowly raised his eyes to you and his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of you half-naked in his workplace.

"what are you doing." it didn't sound like a question, zayne's tone was cold as usual, but this time you could hear the annoyance in his voice, which made you smile slightly. he tapped his pencil repeatedly on the wood of his desk, looking you up and down behind the lenses of his glasses.

"i told you. i'm doing a haul just for you." you winked at him. he pressed his back against his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. you put on your top and zayne's eyes fell on your breasts, a little too visible for his taste because of the little fabric covering your skin. you put your hands on your hips and gave him a few poses to show off your top, you spun around and smiled with all your teeth. you chuckled. "so ? what do you think baby." his cold gaze slid down on the skin of your bare thighs to your hips, before falling back into your eyes.

"i think you should go home, like i said." you sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, and zayne almost broke his pencil at the sight of your breasts sticking out generously.

"i don't want to go back home without you. it's saturday and i want us to have fun tonight." you bent down and reached into your bag to pull out a skirt and scarf. "look i even bought a cute outfit for you." zayne sighed and a discreet, almost invisible smile played across his lips. he rose from his chair and you pressed your clothes to your chest as the tall man approached you.

"look at me." you didn't even realize you'd lowered your gaze to your feet. you looked up at him and your teeth caught your lower lip at his serious expression. "i have a lot of work to do, and you're a distraction." you clenched your fists, you were offended and zayne could see it in your eyes. you threw your clothes against his chest which he caught before they fell to the ground.

"ok, i get it. i'm gonna go have some fun on my own then." you took off your top under zayne's piercing eyes and his fists clenched on your clothes as you also removed your bra.

"y/n. don't push me please." your eyes never left his when you wrapped your arm around your breasts, forbidding him to look. you knew what you were doing was wrong but you couldn't help feeling that childish feeling of jealousy. zayne was always busy with work and having time to spend with him was becoming more and more complicated as the days went by. you crouched down and pulled a silk dress from another bag.

"you see." you straightened up and slipped inside the dress, which gilded deliciously over the curves of your body under your husband's cold gaze. "i was supposed to wear this dress tonight at the restaurant i booked for us. but instead, i'm going to wear it now and go by myself. maybe a man will join me and give me some time ?" you grabbed your purse from the sofa. you brought your hand to your mouth and tilted your head to the side, looking at him again. "maybe rafayel? i don't think he would have forgotten our wedding anniversary." you caught your heels in your hands, wanting to put them in your car, you couldn't stand his silence any longer and you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. you grabbed the door's wrist to open it when a hand slammed down on the wood to close it again. you turned around and leaned your back against the door, zayne's face down on you. the strands of his hair fell over his dark eyes behind his glasses, making him far too attractive. a knock was heard from the other side of the door.

"doctor zayne ? your patient is here for his appointment." his gaze wandered slowly over every pretty feature of your face before falling back into your beautiful eyes.

"make them wait in the corridor." his other hand wrapped a lock of your hair around its finger. "i'll be there soon, unfortunately, i still have something to take care of." his hand went up to your chin, which he raised towards him. zayne was much more taller than you, sometimes, to look at him you had to stand on tiptoe to keep your balance. he slipped his arm, which was against the door, around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you squealed softly as you felt his face come close to your ear, his lips gently brushing against it. "and you, you come with me." you mewled and grabbed his shirt between your hands as he lifted you by the hips, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

"i hate you." you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck. he smiled tenderly and placed a small kiss on your cheek, making you blush. he walked to his desk and sat you down on it. his two hands settled on either side of you as he stood between your thighs.

"look at me, princess." his teeth gently caught your ear, making you flinch. "please." you sighed lightly as you removed your arms from around his neck, giving him a chance to see your rosy cheeks. you closed your eyes and his nose touched yours. "i didn't forget our wedding anniversary." he slipped a hand on the small of your back and kissed your jaw before blindly reaching behind you for a small box on his desk. you slowly opened your eyes on a beautiful diamond ring and gasped.

"w-what is this.." you grabbed the box between your trembling fingers and raised your face to zayne's, who rested his forehead against yours, smiling softly.

"i told you to leave so that you could take the time to make yourself even more beautiful than you are now." he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear before gently kissing the corner of your lips. "i have a lot of work to do and i wanted to get everything done so i could get back to you as soon as possible." he grabbed your hips with both hands and pulled you closer to him, making you blush even more under his cold eyes.

"i feel so stupid." you caught your face in your hands. "i'm so sorry zayne." he caught one of your fingers between his teeth, nibbling gently.

"don't be sad, my love." your hands slowly fell from your face. "i was a bit stressed and i know i can be cold sometimes." you immediately looked up and saw him smiling.

"sometimes huh ?" he chuckled softly and your heart began to race.

"yes i know. but you're not afraid of the ice, are you ?" his cold fingers slid over the bare skin of your thighs, pulling up your dress. you grabbed his shirt again, moaning softly under his piercing eyes.

"i'm not." he lightly pinched the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you flinch. zayne's face pressed against your neck and he took the opportunity to lick the sensitive spot under your ear, a whimper escaped from between your lips as your legs suddenly wrapped around his waist.

"so why don't you try to warm me up ?" this time you couldn't resist anymore, you needed him. one of your hands grabbed his white lab coat, bringing him closer to you causing him to catch himself with one hand on the desk behind you. your lips met the skin of his neck and a silent moan escaped from his mouth. "eager aren't we ?" your teeth sank into his flesh and his head tilted back slightly when he felt your small hands grab his belt. your hand slipped into his pants to catch his length, you bit your lip painfully, trembling. a soft moan escaped from between zayne's lips. "your hands are so warm." he lowered his head and your eyes met again, he opened his mouth slightly as you began to slowly move your hand over his cock, jerking him off as you analyzed every pretty feature of his face.

"i love you." you sighed softly and he smiled lightly between two moans. he placed his hands on either side of you, his forehead pressed to yours, making you tremble even more at this new proximity.

"why are you shaking my darling ?" a chuckle escaped him. "i'm the one who's getting touched." his eyes fell on your hand, which was gently caressing him. "by such a pretty hand." he raised his eyes back to yours and your gaze almost made him cum in your hand. you were so pretty, your cheeks were as rosy as flowers and your eyes were glassy. every time you touched zayne he had this feeling that you were taking more pleasure than he was, and seeing you like this made you even more adorable in his eyes.

your thumb slipped over his tip and zayne let out a growl that you swallowed in a tender kiss. your glossy lips caressed his gently as his tongue slipped into your mouth to meet yours. you sucked his lower lip shyly as you felt his hands grab your dress. he tried to escape your lips to talk but your grip on his cock tightened, making him moan against your mouth. you pressed your mouth harder against his and your tongue slid against his teeth, making him smile during the kiss. his breathing quickened as your hand slid up and down his length faster. a knocking sounded at his office door, but zayne paid it no mind. he moved one of his hands up to your jaw and his fingers slipped over your hairline as he deepened the kiss, making you moan inside his mouth.

"doctor zayne ? your patient is waiting." his tongue wrapped around yours before sucking on it gently. your other hand went up his muscular back, and you pulled his lab coat off his shoulders. he immediately understood what you wanted and pulled his hands away from you to remove it completely from him. your mouth never left his it was as if you needed it to breathe or you could die just under him. you pressed his cock against his stomach and rubbed it harder against your palm, making him grip the edge of the desk firmly. he was now panting against your mouth and your tongue couldn't resist licking his lips. everything was so delicious, the minty taste of his mouth was addictive.

"ah- stop. im gonna cum." he suddenly grabbed your thigh and lifted it. "i don't want to ruin the pretty dress you bought for me." your lips slipped from his mouth to his jaw, which you nibbled softly. "please. take it off." his other hand slipped under your butt to pull the fabric of your dress through. you removed your hand from his cock and grabbed the edges of your dress which you pulled over your head before bringing back your mouth to the skin of his neck.

"i missed you so much, zayne. a-ah-" you moaned prettily as you felt him tug roughly at your lace panties before tossing them behind him. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he slid his hands under your knees, positioning your feet on the edge of his desk, opening you up to him as much as possible.

"i know baby, i know. i'm sorry, i'm here now." you nodded and threw your head back, feeling the tip of his cock slide between your walls. you removed your arms from around his neck and grasped his shirt firmly in your hands, moaning loudly. zayne removed one of his hands from under your knee and slid his fingers against your lips. his piercing gaze met your glassy eyes. "shhh-" he pushed his cock further into you and he could see in your eyes that you were on the verge of climax. "you have to be quiet" you nodded, a tear fell down your cheek and zayne bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from grunting at the sight of you in such despair. you squealed against his fingers as he placed his lips on your eye, kissing you softly. "it's gonna be fine. you want to feel good, hm ?" you nodded again and your chest heaved as he thrust his full length inside you. you pulled so hard on his shirt that buttons popped off and spread across the floor, revealing his muscular chest. you were now panting against his mouth and zayne frowned while looking deep into your teary eyes, trying to calm himself down.

"z-zayne..ahhh..." you grabbed the hair on the back of his head as he started thrusting inside you slowly, letting you get used to him. he slid both of his hands on your hips and you threw your head back as his gaze fell on your juicy, erotic lips. he wanted to eat them so bad, but he didn't want to miss your little moans under his thrusts. another tear rolled down your cheek and zayne immediately licked it off. he opened his mouth to let out small moans when he felt your legs wrap around his waist, making him thrust his cock even deeper until he reached your g-spot. you almost fell backwards when you felt his tip strike against the most sensitive spot of your body, zayne caught you by the small of your back.

"how does it feel ? good ?" you nodded and opened your mouth to speak, but a cry escaped you as he thrust a bit faster inside you, making you arch against his hand on your back . you grabbed his fingers still against your lips and slipped them into your mouth to stop you from being too loud. his cold gaze returned back to yours and you couldn't help biting his fingers, making him flinch slightly. an almost non-existent smile spread across his lips as he watched you try to apologize between your uncontrollable moans. he laid you flat on the desk and let out a deep groan when he looked down on your pussy gushing and clenching on his cock. he grabbed the back of your knees with one hand and pressed them against your chest, this new position made you turn your eyes to the back of your skull. his erection was impossibly hard and the thick veins on the underside of his cock were consistently dragging over your silken flesh.

"z-zayne....ahh....ahh....ahh...hmph!-" zayne put his knee on the desk, fucking you even more deeply as he looked straight into your eyes, his mouth hang opened and silent moans escaped from between the reddened lips you'd kissed passionately earlier. "it's.... ahhh-.. too m-much-" you tried to grab everything you could around you, the edges of his desk and the document holders lying around, everything.

"take it, please. look at you. you look so pretty with your face all red." you were now a crying and moaning mess under his powerful thrusts. zayne didn't care about you being noisy anymore, the whole hospital could hear you and probably the patient who'd been waiting for him in the corridor for thirty minutes. but all he wanted was fucking you good, fucking you the way you always deserved it. "so pretty. please, let’s make a baby." you nodded and you squirted a little against his pelvis at his words. with his free hand he was about to pull his shirt off his shoulders when you grabbed the fabric of his sleeve, letting him know that you wanted him to give it to you. zayne dropped the back of your knees and straightened up to take off his shirt, which he then handed to you.

you pressed his shirt against your face, savoring the scent of your husband as he removed his cock from your cunt and turned you over so that you were lying on your side. you bit down gently on the fabric of his shirt when you met his cold eyes again. he positioned himself back on his two legs on the floor and bent down to gently kiss the skin of your hip before straightening up again, making you whimper. he grabbed your leg and put it on his shoulder before sinking back inside and immediately start fucking you deep. "ahh.. yes princess, you like it like that ?-" he moaned and a streams of yes’s escaped from your glossy lips as lewd squelching and skin slapping against skin noises were bouncing off the office walls. he pulled your leg towards him to bring you closer, making you bounce on his cock harder with each thrust and you couldn't help but scream as you felt his tip hit your g-spot with full force. you pressed your nose deeper into his shirt and your eyes rolled back into the back of your skull as you smelled the musky scent of his cologne. zayne pressed his pelvis against your clit and the opportunity was too good for you not to rub up against him. "look at me." you looked up into his beautiful green eyes and immediately opened your mouth wide, mewling loudly as you saw zayne blush, with his glasses almost falling off his nose. one of his hand caught your sensitive ear and he pressed it between his two digits, making you arch your back. "you like my scent mh ?" you nodded, biting your lower lip under his watchful gaze. "when i'm at work, do you use my shirts to touch yourself with them ?" you squealed and pulled the fabric of his shirt up over your nose, revealing only your eyes.

"y-yes.." zayne suddenly grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, he fucked you so hard that the desk rocked back and forth. he pressed his chest against your back and you gripped the edges of the desk firmly as you felt his hand slide under your belly to massage your clit. zayne slipped his tongue into your ear and you couldn't help yourself from screaming even louder as you felt your orgasm building inside you. "z-zayne...ahhhh....ahhhhh...i-m... cuming-" he removed himself from your cunt and turned you over onto your back again, he lifted your ass before thrusting roughly into you, his balls slapping against your cheeks loudly.

"look at me, princess." he was panting against your lips and his forehead was pressed against yours as his nails dug into your skin, a sign that he was close to cumming too. you looked up into his beautiful eyes and a smile played on his lips between two moans. "are you ready to be a mom, y/n ?" you nodded repeatedly and begged him against his lips to let you cum. “then take it all.”

“y-yes…yes!-” you shouted, arching your back and pressing your breasts harder against his chest as you squirted against him. he moaned loudly as he came at the same time as you, you shook your hips in pure satisfaction, allowing zayne’s swollen cock to enjoy the pleasure of your tight, tender passageway walls as they sucked it in over and over again, prolonging your orgasm. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed throughout the room and you were certain that the nurse on the other side of the door knew what you were doing. zayne slowed the pace of his hips and you squealed against his lips when he slid his hands over your breasts, pressing them together. he panted against your mouth trying to recover from his orgasm as you felt his semen flowing between your legs. “baby.. it’s leaking..” zayne kissed your cheek and slipped one of his hands between your legs, he removed his cock from your pussy and slipped two fingers between your walls pushing his cum deep inside. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head, giggling.

“happy wedding anniversary, zaynie.”

© 𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 ! 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞 — 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ☆⌒(>。<)

[ellereath]

VALENTINE'S NIGHT 💌 .⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

NSFW CONTENT ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !

Kinda late but I hope you guys would like it! I wrote this while thinking about the Tipsy Invitation memory.. (also not proofread bcs I’m lazy lol)

tags : smut , femreader x rafayel, dom!reader x rafayel, sub! rafayel, slight dry humping, grinding, marking (kiss marks, m.receiving), slight possessiveness if you squint, bondage (m.receiving), praising (m.receiving)

Red crimson fabric of the ribbon decorating his body as he is tied down on a chair, looking at you with half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, and lips stained with your red lipstick from the kiss.

“Y/N, how long are you gonna tease me?” Rafayel softly groans in frustration, looking at you with a needy expression as you cup his right cheek with one of your hands.

You chuckle softly, looking at him with adoration and a glint of mischief in your eyes. You were wearing a tight, crimson red dress, it hugged the curves of your body perfectly; almost as if the dress was solely made for you. Oh how much Rafayel wanted to rip the dress off of you right now.

The red lipstick you’re wearing that has now left marks on his lips, cheeks, and neck. His appearance was now disheveled, a few buttons of his shirt undone and his tie is now loose. He was far more beautiful than any art you’ve seen.

You leaned into his ear before whispering

“Hm? I haven't even unwrapped my present yet.”

You then gently bite on his earlobe, earning a groan of pleasure from him. You comfortably sat yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms slowly around his neck.

Rafayel was about to say something— but you cut him off with a kiss. You kiss him passionately, and he of course, kisses you back with fervor. He moans in the kiss as you teasingly bite on his bottom lip.

You pull away from the kiss, chuckling as you see some of your red lipstick staining his bottom lips. You gently slide your thumb over his bottom lip, spreading the red pigment further. His half-lidded eyes darken, looking at you with desire.

“So pretty f’me, Rafayel.” You praise him, running one of your hands on his chest, while the other one is on his shoulder. He unconsciously bucked his hips into you in response.

“Y/N—” He gasps out. “Please..!” He pleads, trying his best to supress the urge to break the ribbon tying his wrists.

You smile softly at him, before grinding slowly on his clothed cock, earning a cry of pleasure from him.

“Haa..! Oh fuck— pleasepleaseplease” He moans, throwing his head back in pleasure as he feels the fabric of your panties touch the now weeping tip of his cock.

“Look baby, you're making such a mess, hm?” You coo, his pants were now a mess from his pre-cum. You could feel yourself getting wetter as seconds pass by.

He groans. He can feel that you’re so wet even through your panties. It was driving him insane, he bucks his hips harder, trying to get more friction, more stimulation.

“O-Only for you, baby. God, I need you, need you s’much..” He whimpers. You chuckle at his pathetic attempt to find release.

You move your hips faster as you plant soft kisses on his collarbone, leaving more kiss marks on his skin. Marking him as yours. He loved every second of it, being marked by you made him feel special and loved in all kinds of ways.

You then lean close to his face once again, cupping his cheek with your other hand, while the other slowly unzips the zipper of his pants.

“Here’s to your most awaited Valentine's present, Rafayel.”

Looking at him with a sly smirk and half-lidded eyes with a mischievous gaze, he can't help but feel drunk in your touch.

That night, he wished everyday was Valentine’s Day.

[weeyou]

tears of themis artem sub headcanons

featuring… artem wing

summary… ideas of what he’d be into !! gn reader.

cw… 18+ content! edging, slight dacryphilia, sub artem, blindfolds, bondage, praise + minors don’t interact!

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[ellereath]

Thinking about Xavier and teasing him for hours and hours...

tags: smut (mdni), implied handjob, slight nipple play (m. receiving), sub! xavier, whiny! Xavier, dom! gn reader, praising (m. receiving)

Peppering kisses on his neck from behind while caressing his thigh and teasing one of his nipples with your other hand, purposely ignoring the huge tent in his pants.

Poor baby is crying, his pants are so messy and wet of his pre-cum. He’s bucking his hips into the air, needy and begging for you to just touch him.

“Love teasing you like this baby, so pretty f’me” You coo in his ear, before gently biting on it, getting a needy whimper from him in response.

“P-Please, Y/N..!” He gasps out, his hips bucking as he grips the fabric of your shirt tightly. He sniffles.

“Please what, baby?” You chuckle softly, flicking one of his nipples harshly which earns you a cry of pleasure from him.

“Please—mmph! Just, touch me, touch me more,” He looks at you, teary eyed. You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties. He’s so pathetic, it's adorable.

Giving him a peck on the cheek, you finally give his cock attention, palming it slowly; he’s throwing his head back, whining in pleasure.

“Oh god— feels so so good, please, m-more, give me more..!” He whines once again, bucking his hips into your hand as he finally gets the touch he craves.

He’s just too pretty and adorable for his own good.

[wahtev]

Hello everyone! Please give this second blog of mine a visit ♡

This is where I’ll be posting my written NSFW stuff!

[sanjisblackasswife]

Choso’s Body Irl:

He gives very veiny vibes (take that for how u want).

[missroki-deactivated20240616]

OFFICE CRUSH┊when choso kamo’s pretty coworker asks him out, he doesn’t ask questions. it’s no surprise that the quiet IT guy isn’t exactly gifted in the art of romance, but you seem more than capable of showing him the ropes.

content: black coded!female reader x choso, office au, 90s rom-com adjacent, alcohol, flirting (!!!), choso being awkward, car sex, reader has braids, terms used are baby and good girl, no obvious power dynamics, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (pull out method), purposefully lowercase. word count: 3.5k

“are you busy tonight?”

a sudden pause in the typing of keys, pale hands hovering over a manilla colored keyboard. choso stops coding as if it would have helped him hear you better.

“…huh?”

you ask your coworker out on a late wednesday afternoon, rocking back and forth on your heels with your hands clasped behind your back. your eyes are bright and determined in a way that tells him you mean what you say… but, for a minute, choso can’t do anything more than stare.

he’d only seen you in passing in the office, the click of your black pumps recognized easily in the sea of heavy loafers and dress shoes. despite your choice in footwear, you were often moving.

never has the man seen you sitting from his place in the IT department. you were always walking, or more accurately strutting down the halls, looking straight down with a handful of files and notebooks; always busy.

there’s a slight shift in your face (as if you’re going to repeat what you said) but choso interjects. he heard you clearly enough the first time, he was just a man with social skills that left much to be desired.

he answers you, cursing the shake in his voice. "n-no… i don’t think so but... why?" maybe you had a virus on your computer? or perhaps you were in need of fresh eyes on your interim report? choso thinks that maybe you need a spare thumb drive or the key to the electronics closet. he thinks you are here for a favor, something transactional that will explain the soft, polite smile on your lips.

he is proven wrong when you move closer into his space and rest your bottom against his desk, clasped hands now resting on your lap. he tries his best to not stare at your stocking-clad thighs. he wonders how warm they would feel under his hands.

“well,” you start, “since you aren’t busy, we can go out for a drink, right?”

choso feels his nose twitch, watching as your gaze follows the birthmark on his nose. he realizes that you are waiting for a response and clears his throat.

“my brother might need me… he gets home from school pretty early nowadays.”

you smile and tilt your head. "yuuji, right? pink hair, high school student? big ball of sunshine?”

he blinks once, then twice. okay. “that would be him… how did you know that?”

you shift your hips to face him better, palm on the desk as you lean over to point at the lone personal item he has.

it’s a picture of choso and his brother, old and slightly blue at the edges from water damage. “he showed up once because he left his house key at home. you went down and brought him yours.”

admittedly, choso barely remembers this interaction. he curses his stomach for warming at the fact that you do. “oh.”

despite his lackluster response, your smile doesn’t waver, acrylic nails tapping against the surface that he works on everyday. it’s those gentle clicks that make his eyes shift downwards to where the sound is coming from, distracting him.

holiday on his calendar mousepad is covered by your pink and red fingernails.

“you’re… interesting,” you offer as explanation, “and i want to spend time with you. is that alright?”

you’re beautiful, he thinks. beautiful in a way that he doesn’t see often; pretty brown skin and soft-looking braided hair. he wonders how long it takes you to twist the strands in such an intricate way. he wonders if it would be weird for him to ask.

choso hesitates, but eventually nods. “…i’m sure yuuji won’t miss me too much.” he concludes, the smallest of lop-sided grins on his face. “it’ll only be for a little while, right?”

you sit up and choso feels as if he can breathe again without your intoxicating scent so close to him. you dramatically cross a finger over your heart. 

“you’ll be home by ten. scout’s honor.”

choso is certain now of three things:

one, he likes strawberry daiquiris. two, he really likes drinking them with you. and three, you were most definitely not a girl scout.

he knows this because it is already eleven thirty pm and you have sneakily convinced him to stay longer than intended. after a few rounds you became alarmingly convincing.

even with choso’s clumsy coin fumbling and the obvious red flush of his face, your companion is positive that he is not drunk. you smile as your cloudy mind focuses on the pretty arch of his cupid's bow and the deep set of his tired eyes.

with warming alcohol in his system, choso finds himself loosening up more and more. his gaze wanders without fear of you noticing.

it doesn’t change the fact that you do.

his suit jacket is draped on your lap to cover your legs, your pink blouse curving along your chest so firmly that it’s hard to look away.

suddenly, you lean in to sip his drink (which confuses him since you have your own) and choso has to try his best to refrain from staring at your breasts as they press against the bar table. as the night has progressed you’ve gotten more bold, more touchy. he likes it. he likes you and the small hint of lipstick that stains his pink straw now.

you sit back up and wipe away the condensation from the hand that was holding the glass steady.

“is this a birthmark?” you ask with glassy eyes, a cold thumb moving up to caress the deep purple line on his nose bridge. choso is just drunk enough that his heart flutters and he doesn’t pass out on the spot.

“yes, i was born with it.” he pauses, thinking that you want him to elaborate. “yuuji used to joke and say they must have used a permanent marker to tell me apart from the other babies.”

you laugh and it’s a small thing but… choso can’t help but to grace you with a lazy smile. “it’s nice. makes you look more unique.” your thumb moves up to his dark circles, pressing gently into the skin. he feels warmth pool in his belly. the alcohol, he thinks. “i’m going to assume these are more man made?”

he nods, heart beating fast against his chest. your hand is gentle and your eyes are kind. choso wonders if you have always been so sweet, if the heavy burdens of adult life haven’t quite hit you in the same way they have him. is that weird? he won’t say that out loud. “yeah, i don’t get much sleep.”

“i’m definitely not helping with that.” you frown a little and choso thinks of every possible way he could make you smile again. “that’s no good. who’ll help yaga out when he falls for another pop up porn ad?”

he laughs at that, feels it deep in his stomach. you’re funny, choso thinks. you’re pretty. your lips look soft and he wants to kiss you.

“i think you’re more than capable–“

“hey, is that–? kamo-chan!”

a shrill voice comes from across the bar, onlookers (that are suspiciously all couples tonight) glancing over to get a glance at whoever was making a fuss. to choso’s horror, he sees a familiar head of long blue hair, a large smile that barely fits the face of the person wearing it.

behind him is a small group of people wearing the usual business casual with an assortment of red and pink items like… heart shaped headbands? he can tell by the way they stumble over that this is perhaps the second or third bar of the night.

“all these years of me trying to get you to come out and you only do it when she asks you to?” mahito pouts, an arm moving to rest around your shoulders. if you’re annoyed by his interruption, you don’t make it known. you smile easily and return his side hug.

choso wonders now if physical affection is something you give out freely. maybe he’d interpreted your earlier touches wrong, as something less than innocent.

he feels a blush rising to his cheeks and hopes you assume it is just the booze.

“maybe i’m just more convincing,” you tease, “i wanted to spend some time with one of our most valuable team members. working with a bum like you can really mess with my productivity.”

mahito gasps dramatically. “wow! i guess there must be love in the air then!” there’s a small sea of laughter that follows. choso begins to once again realize that it is not you two alone anymore, that your entire department has somehow managed to force their way into the imaginary bubble you’d built around each other.

someone suggests you all move to a booth and he feels his social battery deplete within seconds.

another hour passes before choso finally realizes that he is way in over his head. mahito has managed to simultaneously steal all of your attention and even some of choso’s as well.

he’s funnier than him, he thinks. even with his weird scarred skin and bony frame you seem to enjoy his company and the child-like way he downs shots of tequila as if they’re water. he licks salt from various places and you chuckle and smile affectionately, like he’s a puppy.

is that what you were into? guys who could talk to you for hours about nothing at all? choso doesn’t think he could ever be that man. he was awkward and somewhat insecure. you were well liked and that meant you’d be hard to keep entertained. it’s a role he isn’t sure he can fill for you.

everyone is laughing, including you. something about the department that choso would have no knowledge of.

trying his best to avoid knocking shoulders with anyone, the man removes himself from the suffocating booth, back aching from the way he had to twist at all times to fit in the space.

choso thinks he’s always been like that. taking up space; having to make himself smaller in order to fit where he didn’t belong to begin with.

his hands reach for his pockets, glancing down to make sure he didn’t leave his wallet. when he lifts his head, he finds that your eyes are on now him.

your face tells him that you’re a bit alarmed at his leaving but he doesn’t wait for you to announce it to everyone before he’s moving quickly to the back door.

the hinges creak loudly, the threshold slightly damp as he shuffles out. it’s raining, he realizes. a drizzle that quickly dampens his dark hair.

the flickering streetlight illuminates his old car, the path straight ahead as he makes his way across the barely lit alleyway. his mind is clearer than it was in the suffocating bar atmosphere, but it is still muffled by anxious thoughts.

it’s because of this that he doesn’t hear the click of high heels against wet pavement.

“choso!” you call out, a small huff in your voice as you abruptly stop behind him. he blinks hard to rid his eyes of water, turns around to find you holding something, his jacket. oh. “you’re leaving without saying goodbye?”

you look upset, concerned even. choso quickly takes his jacket from you so that he can use it to cover your head — not really thinking when he does it. you give him a curious look.

“your hair,” he explains, “it’ll get... wet out here.”

you roll your eyes playfully, walking closer until you are almost chest to chest. “i don’t care about that right now.” you hum, eyes trying desperately to meet his. he turns his head and you boldly grip his chin. your fingertips are so warm. “did i do something wrong? are you upset with me?”

he reaches a hand out to gently hold your wrist, thumb against your pulse point. “not upset, just thought you might want to end the night with people you know… i’m not good with groups.”

you think this over for a moment and nod. “yeah i… i should have guessed that, actually. you were probably overwhelmed. i’m sorry.”

“you don’t have to be…” he murmurs. “i just needed to get away and i didn’t want to ruin anyone’s night.”

you let go of his chin, both hands coming up to push his now soaked hair away from his face, the strands curl around his ears where your hands rest. without realizing, his touch has settled on your waist. you don’t seem to mind.

“i like you." you admit, brazenly. “i have for a while now.”

"i’m sorry." he responds instinctively, not really processing your confession at first. you really laugh at that and it makes his mind go numb for a moment. “i mean… i like you, too. a lot, actually.”

you smile and it’s so blindingly beautiful. how did he go without knowing you for so long? “i hoped so… i saw the way you were watching me earlier. i thought you were gonna kiss me a couple of times.”

something in his mind twitches, directly in the space next to mischief and only a step away from desire.

“did you want me to?”

you eyes widen just a fraction. now it is your turn to be flustered. choso finds himself relishing in that just a little. “…what?”

maybe a… lottle.

“did you… want me to kiss you?” his thumbs rubs gentle circles on your blouse covered tummy, the motion soothing and weirdly familiar. like the smell of a perfume that hits you with unknown nostalgia, the hint of someone from your past.

you lean in slightly, nose gently nudging his. “i still do.” you whisper, “would that be okay?”

your breathes mingle, barely an inch separating the two of you. choso finds himself laughing at the cheesiness of it all. 

you aren’t his first kiss, but he imagines that kissing in the rain will still be rom-com worthy.

“more than okay.” he murmurs.

his lips press to yours.

choso is certain now of three things:

one, he likes kissing you. two, he really likes kissing you. and three, your mouth is the best thing he has ever felt.

the backseat of his compact suv is just enough for you both to fit, your legs on either side of his hips as your hands explore his body. your tongue has managed to touch every inch of choso’s neck and chest, blushing red spots appearing on his soft pale skin.

your left hand traces over the mark on his ribs, large and expansive. he has to hold in a moan when you run your fingertips against it. “you’re so sensitive,” you hum, “are you nervous?”

he starts to unbutton your blouse, let’s his thumbs find your still covered nipples. he grazes his nail against the fabric, isolating the movement as you let out a soft gasp. “not nervous,” he responds. “i just really want you. you’re… gorgeous.”

you try to hide how much this affects you but choso can see it in the way your eyes soften at his praise. “thank you.” you breathe out, helping him by unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the ground with your already discarded stockings.

it barely hits the floor mat before choso’s mouth latches onto your chest, tongue swirling as his lips suck on the perky brown bud. your nails immediately tangle into his damp hair and your hips begin to grind on their own.

a hand reaches down between your legs and you whimper as your panties are forced to the side. “can i touch you?” he asks, lips trailing from one of your breasts to the other. “wanna make you feel good, need to get you ready for me.”

you nod with a giggle. “oh, yeah? you that big down there kamo-san?”

he is dead serious when he replies. “yes.”

choso’s fingers are long and your cunt lets him in with very little resistance. he’s glad to know his kisses made you melt for him so easily, a surge of confidence emerging. your thighs shift as you grind against his hand, the other against your back as your braids weave throughout his fingers. he’s careful not to tug, just feeling the smoothness of them against his skin.

“is this okay?” he asks, leaning in to press soft kisses to your neck.

you nod, relishing in the feeling of his surprisingly fit body beneath your hands. you would have never expected him to be so… strong and firm. you imagine him sweaty and panting, lifting weights over his head as you watch from the corner. your patience grows thin at the thought. you want him. now.

“choso,” you whimper, your plea immediately making him halt his movements. 

“are you okay? what’s wro-“ you silence him with your lips and lift your thighs so that his soaked fingers ease from your heat. your hand moves to tug down his slacks, the belt already unbuckled as you caress the obvious swell of his cock. his breath hitches as he goes to grip your waist. “s-shit, i see. you want me to– okay, i’ll give it to you.”

he allows you to pull out his cock and you gasp as it throbs and twitches against his stomach. it’s… huge. long and thick with a deeply flushed tip.

you stare at it so intently that your lover feels self conscious. “is it… okay?” he asks, watching your expression with curiosity.

you glance up at him and sense his worry, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “you’re perfect, choso. don’t worry. i’m just… surprised.”

he rubs your back tenderly, hoping to ease your concern. “i’ll go slow. i promise.”

when you ease down on him, choso has to fight the burning urge to immediately shoot his load. you’re just so tight and warm that it makes him dizzy. it’s only when you take him to the base that he holds you still. “i’ll let you get used to it first. then we can keep going. just stay still and i’ll—“

suddenly, you lift and slam back down on top of him. your movement is so sharp that choso chokes on his words, the fluttering of your pussy making him clench his abs to fight away his release.

he can barely think before your body is bouncing on top of him, your forehead pressing against his. you read his mind, seemingly. “don’t think,” you gasp out, “j-just fuck me, choso.” 

“i – oh fuck – i don’t want to hurt you.”

“you won’t, baby. i promise i can take it.” you move his hands from your waist to your ass, prompting him to squeeze at the soft flesh. “i can take it.”

his desire to treat you gently is not as strong as the pleasure he’s feeling, and soon choso is thrusting faster up into your cunt, gripping your ass to move you up and down.

“oh!” you cry out, perky breasts bouncing in his face with each hurried thrusts.

“shit.” he grits out, jaw clenched as he uses your pretty body. “take it,” choso whines, “fuckin’ take it.”

your pussy clenches at his words, panting and moaning against his mouth as your orgasm builds. “i-i think i’m gonna cum. c-choso i–“

one of his hands cup the back of your neck, his eyes not leaving yours as you spasm and twitch on his lap.

“it’s okay. let go for me. i’ve got you, baby.”

you cum with a sharp gasp, unable to look away with his strong hand keeping you in place. “good girl,” he murmurs, “such a good girl… let me fuck you through it.”

your body slumps against his, but choso doesn’t stop his movements. his cock plunges in and out of your hole, stretching you out as your cum drips down to his heavy balls. he wants to cum in you, to fill you up with his load until it drips between your legs… but he knows he has to save it for another time.

his orgasm hits him like a tidal wave; sudden and breath taking as he spills his load between you two, coating both of your stomachs in a sticky layer of white.

you whimper as it quickly cools, giggling at the face choso makes when you grab his shirt to clean you both up. he looks like a cat, disgruntled and pouting. you shrug. “it’s your cum.”

he couldn’t argue with that.

it’s weirdly comfortable, the time after your encounter where you both tug on your clothes, minus choso’s christened white button up.

you tell him he looks better without it, fingertips grazing his abdomen teasingly. he has half the mind to take you again, but there would be more time to get to explore your body.

maybe if he played his cards right you’d let him taste you.

choso imagines that the always empty electronics closet will be a perfect location.

“hey,” you whisper, hand pushing his dark hair behind his ear.

choso lets out a hum, twisting his neck so that his lips press tenderly to your wrist “yeah?”

you smirk. “happy valentine’s day.”

… oh.

note: hello, this is an old fic of mine that i’ve re-written and given a new v-day flair. thanks for reading and happy (early) love day.

MISSROKI. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

[remlionheart]

Just thinkin’ bout dad Satoru vs dad Toji ya know

[wahtev]

‘m gonna fix this acc maybe tmrw if i’m not too busy..

[eve-dawntower]

Such a drama queen. 😂

[wahtev]

Thinking about Xavier and teasing him for hours and hours..

Peppering kisses on his neck from behind while caressing his thigh and teasing one of his nipples with your other hand, purposely ignoring the huge tent in his pants.

Poor baby is crying, his pants are so messy and wet of his pre-cum. He’s bucking his hips into the air, needy and begging for you to just touch him.

“Love teasing you like this baby, so pretty f’me” You coo in his ear, before gently biting on it, getting a needy whimper from him in response.

“P-Please, Y/N..!” He gasps out, his hips bucking as he grips the fabric of your shirt tightly. He sniffles.

“Please what, baby?” You chuckle softly, flicking one of his nipples harshly which earns you a cry of pleasure from him.

“Please—mmph! Just, touch me, touch me more,” He looks at you, teary eyed. You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties. He’s so pathetic, it's adorable.

Giving him a peck on the cheek, you finally give his cock attention, palming it slowly; he’s throwing his head back, whining in pleasure.

“Oh god— feels so so good, please, m-more, give me more..!” He whines once again, bucking his hips into your hand as he finally gets the touch he craves.

He’s just too pretty and adorable for his own good.

[darlingzradio-deactivated202404]

✧—thinking about xavier;

cw: somnophilia

oh, he's desperate. sweet little xavier, so desperate and messy as he slides his cute pink weeping cock in between your thighs while still half asleep. he pants lowly, humping you from behind and like this, he thinks almost deliriously, like this it almost looks like he's fucking you. but he can't, he can't do that. not while you're sleeping so soundly as he's violating the soft skin in between your legs. soft cries and pretty little pleases leaving his lips as he uses you to chase his own high in the late hours of the evening.

even without effort, you have him so utterly undone.

[instant-delusions]

hii omg may i request xavier smut where he comes home from a hunter mission and catches reader humping his pillow while wearing his hoodie? and it ends with him making reader ride his thigh/dick (or both! i can take him 🤗)

OOOOHHHH MY GOOOD! I LOVE THIS ONE SM 💗💗 I haven't proofread this much cuz it's exam season for me 😭

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʙᴀᴅ!

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

xavier x afab! reader

cw: thigh riding, pillow humping, cursing

you were trashing in xavier's comfy bed, checking your phone every ten seconds to see if your boyfriend finally messaged you. though, unfortunately - nothing. pressing your power button to shut your phone, you see your pouting reflection.

obviously, you knew you were being melodramatic, xavier was off on a mission, and it is hardly realistic that he'll put up his hand, saying something like "hold on, wanderer. my gf texted me." it was impossible to deny you were craving his attention astronomically, though - seriously, look at you. you were in one of his white hoodies, breathing in his fragrance and cuddling his pillows with furrowed brows. it was almost pathetic.

groaning, you opened the messenger.

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y/n: xavier when r u gonna be back??

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nothing once again. sighing, you closed your eyes and laid back, his scent becoming more intense with every second of his absence. it reminded you of the times he leaned down to whisper things in your ear or when he nuzzled into your nape, like a golden retriever. breathing in deeply, your lungs filled with his green tea laundry detergent. you can't get enough of him, missing the feel of his weight against you, his lips on your skin, his voice, his hands, him, him, him - even if it's just hours he's gone.

it's almost surprising how quickly your neediness melted your brain, your warm body almost uncomfortable on the bed. figments of memories filled your mind, xavier in his hunter uniform, focused look and swinging his sword - confident in his strength. xavier carrying you to your apartment after one too many tequila shots. xavier kissing your shoulder with his hand on your naked waist. xavier squeezed between your legs, pupils blown wide with lust, his pale skin with a peachy blush. whining, you squeezed your legs together, feeling a familiar pang of pleasure in your lower stomach.

god, you feel dizzy with want, the line between appropriateness and shamefulness blurred. turning around, you got on your knees and grabbed the headboard with a hand and one of his starprint pillows to bring in between your legs. quickly, you got rid of your 'shorts' (one of xavier's boxers).

testing the waters, you roll your hips slowly, feeling how the pillow softly stimulated your clit. a soft gasp escaped your lips, thinking about how xavier has his head on this every day, sleeping innocently. another whine fills the room, and you bite down on your lip, smearing your pussy sloppily on the fabric. "fuck", you drag yourself up and down with a harsh arch of your hips, feeling the knot in your tummy tightening - the imagination of xavier beneath you painting your thoughts. a soft 'ping' comes from your phone, but you didn't hear it at all.

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xav♡: almost there

xav♡: sry for not txting

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you slowed your hips a little to drag out the pleasure, soaking the light blue pillow in your creamy liquid. humming a low "mmh" at the intense feeling, you barely even made out the clinking of keys, or the steps.

xavier just got into the apartment - noticing your shoes at the entrance, he smiled to himself, excited to see you. the mission was insanely exhausting, and he couldn't wait to feel you ease his mind. lazily, he took off his dusty, slightly blood-stained uniform and threw it somewhere on the ground, stepping through his apartment in boxers. suddenly, his ears quirked up, hearing whining from his bedroom. confused, he raised an eyebrow and quickly made his way over, opening the door without a second thought.

the sight he was greeted with got his jaw slacked - you in his hoodie, his pillow between your thighs and your beautiful face contorted in pleasure. for a few seconds, he just stood there with the doorknob still in his hand, drinking in the way your hips moved and then stilled with realization, you looked back at him with your mouth open.

"xavier?!" you exclaimed, face red and eyes wide with shock. said man got over his initial confusion quickly, his body tensing with the need to please you - it's like what he was born to do. with a few strides, he crawls onto the bed, grabbing the pillow and throwing it onto the floor. "Sorry, you seem to have missed me a lot. I'm here now, I'll make it up to you."

Your eyes fixed on him. You were barely able to comprehend what was happening, everything went by so fast. "Xav...?" he grabbed you by the waist, guiding you onto his naked thigh. Feeling his muscles flex under your soaked, panty-clad pussy had you moaning out, pathetically grabbing his arms in an attempt to ground yourself. "There you go. I'll take care of you." The hunter guided your hips up and down his thigh, feeling every crevice and bump of your cunt through your underwear. "What..." You started, eyes rolling back in pleasure. "What bout you?" you babbled on. "Don't worry." eyeing his growing bulge, seeing his cock needily strain against his boxers, you questioned his response. Though you definitely were not in enough control of your mind to do anything about it, but weakly grind against his thigh. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Xavier looks at you, thinking about how nothing is hotter than your face right now, mouth open, eyes scrunched in pleasure, your blush. Everything because of him, everything for him - with a smile, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand tightening on your waist. "That's it, cum for me, baby." he almost pleaded, leaning in closer to hover his lips over yours.

Instinctively, you caught them, kissing him feverishly while grinding on his thigh harder. With a few more chopped strokes of your hips, you started shaking with your orgasm, feeling like your soul fell down from the cosmos, right back into Xavier's bedroom. He pressed his lips to yours once more, smiling cutely at you. "Better?" he asks, rubbing circles on your back comfortingly. Weakly, you nod, letting your head fall onto his chest, your arms snaking around his middle.

"I missed you. Let's cuddle."

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# LOVE AND DEEPSPACE !

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤? 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

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Pairings: zayne x f!reader WC: 1.3k words Synposis: you missed him, and he was too busy to notice. what better way to get his attention than a teasing text? Warnings: 18+ MDNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, pwp, phone sex, mutual masturbation, teasing, dirty talk, zayne uses petnames, slight degradation A/N: i couldn't focus on my work until i got this little idea out of my system, enjoy! (title insp. by agora hills by doja cat)

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It wasn't enough. You knew you were being greedy. Zayne was always busy with work and with you being a hunter, your schedules hardly ever aligned. Yet, you couldn't help but crave him. It wasn't your fault, really, it was more like his; his soft lips and harsh gaze had your head spinning with the mere thought of him.

You missed the sensation of those very lips trailing softly down your body, missed the way he pulled your hair as he fucked into you so harshly, not caring about the drool dripping down your face. The image sends another shudder of arousal through your body.

Oh, you missed him, and it was bad.

With three fingers sunk deep into your greedy cunt, messily pumping in and out, you cried out at the lack of stimulation. You've been at it for hours, wearing Zayne's hoodie in hopes of his scent helping you indulge in your selfish needs atop your guys' shared bed. All these efforts were in vain as you feel yourself loose the high you've been chasing once more. You decided enough was enough.

Clumsily, you grabbed your phone, filming a hasty two second video of you teasingly pulling up his hoodie to reveal your supple, naked skin underneath, breasts spilling to the sides as you pan down to reveal the mess in between your thighs before hitting send. You huffed in defeat as you set your phone aside.

Distantly and dully, you'd hoped it would warrant an immediate response.

It nearly does.

Mere moments after having sunk back into the torturous rhythm you had established before, you jump at the sudden vibration of your phone next to you, singing the melodic metallic tune you had set for Zayne only. Fumbling with your phone with great haste, you press the green button illuminating screen. The connection falters for a moment before your ears are filled with the sound of his voice, his face filling the screen.

"Care to explain what you just sent me?" Zayne spoke, his voice low.

His face was flushed a deep red, a rare occurrence. The curtains were drawn in his own office. With the afternoon sunlight streaming in and highlighting the perfect angles of his face, he looked heavensent.

"Mmh," You mused, "What's wrong with showing how much I missed you?"

"I was in the middle of a meeting, baby. Important stuff about some new groundbreaking research," He murmured, voice unwavering as he leaned in closer to the camera, "You know how hard it is to concentrate with the thought of you in my hoodie like that?"

"Well, did you at least like it?"

"Liked it?" He chuckled darkly, setting flight to the butterflies in your stomach. "Oh baby, it was almost sad how quick I had to leave that room."

"Really?" You bit your lip as your hand drifted back down to the spot inbetween your legs, rubbing small circles to stimulate your throbbing clit, "Tell me more."

"I almost dropped my phone, baby. You're such a tease." He breathed softly. "If I didn't have to work overtime again, I'd go home right now and punish you for being so cruel to me."

You whimpered softly in response, allowing yourself to slip your fingers back into your sopping wet cunt, the noise echoing in the dark of your room.

"Yeah? Finally miss me?" You teased with the words came out breathier than you intended.

You were trying, and failing, to keep your voice steady between hot, messy pants as you continued at an annoyingly slow pace.

"Missed you so much, baby, you don't even know," The sincerity in his voice had your heart squeezing itself in your chest, "Want to fuck you so bad, miss the way your pussy sucks me in so greedily."

You forced yourself to suppress the soft noise that would have left your lips upon hearing his words that were coated with a sultry, deep rooted want.

"Shit, Zayne, you're so—" You whine high in your throat, the only sounds following your attempt at speech being small, desperate whimpers as you rutted into your own palm.

"Keep going, baby, good girl," He praises, the sound of his pants unzipping echoing from his side of the line.

"Need you so bad Zayne," You hiccuped between the tears that were beginning to emerge as your fingers brushed against your g-spot continuously, "m' fingers aren't enough."

"I know baby," He coos, teasing as ever.

You can literally hear his smirk. The image of his smug expression with his rough black hair and sharp eyes that are fucking you seven ways into Sunday before he's even got his hands on you occupies your screen, causing your thoughts to blur with overwhelming, dizzying need. The soft sounds of shlick shlick shlick could be heard distantly from his end of the call, with the occasional grunt slipping out as you watch him tighten his fingers around his length.

You allow yourself to imagine him between your legs right now, and it's his own cock splitting you at your core as your fingers slip in even deeper than before. Without shame, you moan and buck your hips into the air desperately back into your fingers. If you were going to call him, you'd at least give him a show.

"Can you come for me, baby? Can you do that?" He asks gently as he continues humping up into his own hand.

His once cold, even breaths were now replaced with hot, desperate panting. It was moments like these he was grateful for the sound-proofing in his office. The image of him fucking wildly into his fist like a teenager, chasing his high with you floods your body with dangerously hot arousal.

"Please, Zayne," You whimper desperately, "wanna come so bad, 's not enough without you," You softly hiccup between soft cries as your fingers continue their unrelenting pace to match the way he pumps his own cock.

“Oh,” He groans, his eyes fixated on the way you're so messily pleasuring yourself, “I know you can do better than that."

"S-shut up," You cry out.

"Careful, sweetheart," He threatens, "D'you remember last time you told me that? Had you gagged on my cock like a desperate whore. Or do I need to fuck some sense into that head of yours again?"

"Please, Zayne, anything," You drool at his words, "use me anyway you want."

You watched as his hips stutter at your words before continuing at it's original pace.

"Shit, can't say that, baby," He groans lowly, "want you to cum all over my cock—get me soaked.”

Greedily, you use your other hand that was previously gripping the sheets to slide in between your thigh, drifting back to your sensitive clit, furthering your own stimulation as you whine between sobs.

“Oh ‘m so close, g'nna cum,” You babble, rocking down into your hand.

He groans, eyes flicking up to yours as he watches as you finger yourself harder and faster, his own fist never letting up as he greedily watches you. "Shit, 's okay baby," He groans, "Let yourself go f'me."

“Oh, oh, oh, fuck,” Your thighs tense and instinctively try to close around your own hands as your back bows into the mattress, pussy gushing with slick as you allow yourself to ride out your orgasm on your fingers.

"There we go," He coos, pumping himself with more vigor, "just needed me to help, hm?"

You can only nod dumbly in response, too dazed to form proper words. He stopped thrusting as he groans out, hot white cum spilling out onto his fist and staining the black turtle neck he was wearing. Hazy eyed and dizzy, you have to stop yourself from physically drooling at the sight of him letting go. Panting, brows furrowed, mouth slightly ajar—everything about him screamed sex.

You whine but can’t stop your hips from rolling down onto the fingers that had brought you to that crest of pleasure before pulling them out with a soft squelch.

“Good girl,” He praises gently.

"Thank you, Zayne," You whisper, still blissed out from your orgasm.

"Oh, we're not done yet, sweetheart." He chuckled deeply, darkly, dangerously before he hung up.

Heat pools into your stomach at the ominous words. Oh you were fucked. Literally and figuratively.