Intentional

You were the sun and I your Icarus; the more I loved you, the more I withered a bit

talking you through an orgasm , hc

their large hand curls just beneath your jaw, fingers barely digging into your cheeks as he rocks slowly, painstakingly slow too. each quick snap of their hips has you sucking in another breath, seemingly desperate to dispel some of that overwhelmingly full feeling. it doesn’t matter when they’re filling you out like this though, demanding each and every one of your senses as he splits you open beneath them.

he fucks you passionately, brushing the lone tears that sparsely roll down your cheeks with the calloused pad of his thumb. he watches with a soft smile, something full of endearment but the longer you look, the more you can pick out the rush of power that swims behind his lust-filled eyes. “Look at you, baby.” he murmurs, slightly tilting your gaze until your teary eyes lock in on him and his head leans every so slightly and he hisses at the way you pulse around him. “You’re fucking perfect when you let me have you like this.”

every sugar-coated syllable has you a whimpering, whining mess, sniffles littered in between the noises you make as your body begins to tremble in the wake of your release. “g..gonna cum!” you mewl, nails digging into his bicep. the dam’s so close to being broken and he can feel all of it. It only makes his fingers tighten their hold on your throat, pulling you up until you’re in a halfway sitting position and the strokes of his length are hitting everywhere you need them most.

every push and pull works another loud, warbled cry from you and he’s leaning in as soon as he starts to feel the telltale sensation of you cumming on his dick. “Cum for me, princess,” he muses, breath gently washing past your ear as your body curls into him. “Let go for me, hm? Wanna feel how tight you get for me.”

and he doesn’t even have to finish the request, not when you’re arching into his chest, crying out choppy attempts of his name as your high consumes every inch of you.

he thinks you look the prettiest when you let the tears clump your lashes, sink your nails into his skin, and attempt to milk him for everything he’s worth. it’s never really much of an attempt though, not when you buck your hips greedily chasing every inch of him as his whispered praises fill your ears, variations of ‘That’s it, good girl’ and ‘Did so well for me, princess’ that have you melting in his hold and ready to do it all again.

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“I’m much happier at 53 than I was at 23.” (x)

thigh riding with ari 😩🤪😌

Mild NSFW thots below feat DBF Ari

Pairing: DBF Ari x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, beefy Ari, choking (reader choking Ari), age gap

Word count: Drabble

"Shh bunny." There's a mocking lilt to his deep voice and it sends a shiver down your spine. "What did I say?"

He pushes your hips over his large thigh, a thick ridge of warm, solid muscle rolls over your swollen, pulsating clit making you cry out. It feels so good, your pussy sliding up and down in a frantic rhythm, guided by his firm hand, pleasure billowing around you with every filthy thrust of your hips.

Ari stares expectantly at you, his large hand cradling your chin in a firm hold. Mirth darkens his blue eyes, ensnaring you in their smokey depths.

"What did I say?" Ari repeats, his voice low and dark, his thigh tensing under you.

It's hard to think with all the heady, sultry sensations crashing inside you.

Fuckfuckfuck. You can't remember.

Ari raises a brow, a smirk tugs his full lips upward. "Cmon bunny. Think. You can still think can't you?" His condescending tone settles around you, warmth pooling in your already heated core.

He pulls your face towards him, his lips brushing over your parted mouth, inhaling your soft, needy gasps. "What do you want?"

You whimper as he jolts his leg, his ridge muscles striking your clit with a wet slap. "I want you-your cock," you say in a rush, words slurring. "Please I want it so bad."

You want him inside you so bad you ache, the thought of him stretching around his massive cock is enough to push you closer to the edge.

"Please," you beg, your eyes darting to h his cock, its hard and throbbing, the swollen tip leaking beads of precum, your mouth waters at the sight. "Please I-"

Ari scoffs, forcing your face back to his. "You can barely handle my thigh. How are you going to take my cock?" He asks, shaking your head back and forth. "I'd split that pretty little pussy in two in a few strokes."

Your eyes widen and you both feel your pussy pulse. "Oh you want that Bunny. You want me to fuck you so hard you feel me inside that greedy cunt all week." It's not a question, an unreadable expression flashes across his face as he lets your chin go.

He places his hands behind his head, shrugging his broad shoulders in a lackadaisical gesture. "You want my cock, use my thigh to show me how you'd ride me."

There's a challenge in his voice that draws your eyes up to his.

Oh.

He really believes you can't handle him. He's going to make you work for it.

You glance back at his cock and then at his bearded face. "Okay," you acquiesce softly, "I'll show you exactly how I'll take your cock."

You wrap both your hands around his neck and grind on him, your slick easing your moments as you work yourself over his thigh.

Ari's aroused smirk emboldens you and you apply more and more pressure as you chase your high, your pace increasing until your growing moans drown out the wet schlick sounds of your cunt echoing in his ears.

"Good girl," his raspy praise spills out as your orgasm slams into you. "But I'm still not convinced. Ride my face next and then maybe I'll let you have my cock."

A noble or bussines person in 1800s yan and the reader is their assistant or personal butler/maid. Where the yan is hiding their feelings but show it in controling way like order the reader to do the most simple stuff even if it was not their jo just to see them? Or steal few touch like head pat or on shoulder or simply their fingers touch😔

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 x [servant] reader (gender not implied/mentioned/specified) Tw. love sick fool, soft yandere, mention of lace but every gender can wear it (?)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Who pushes to the edge of your limits. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 overworks you to the point where you often catch yourself fainting in the middle of performing tasks. Your position, pay and living conditions might be better than those of the other servants but the list of your tasks was long and more often than not ridiculous. Those little, useless things that took most of your time and energy. But who are you to oppose to someone who had mercifully hired you and give you a roof over your head? No one.

"I have some new tasks I want you to complete." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 regards you coldly and hands you a paper with a list of other (ridiculous) tasks to do.

Who more than once caught you sleeping in the middle of doing your work. But that's alright. He just takes this chance to come closer and hold your hand, caress your head or cheek. Unfortunately, he has to wake you up at some point but he always uses most of this short period of time to have some type of concat with you.

"Oh dearest, if only you knew how I long for you." He whispers into your ear while you were in a deep sleep.

Who never fails to admire (stare) at you while you work. Most of the tasks given to you are either related or include him. Either way, you spent most of your time with him. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 made sure of that and he didn't regret it one bit because he has got to be with you. Oh how he loved it when you are near him. You bring him peace he needs in his stressful and rushing life. You are just so...endearing. To this day he can't decide if he wants to flaunt you around or lock you in one of the chambers where only he would be able to look at you.

"You would look lovely in silk...perhaps some lace?" 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 thought to himself, fantasizing about you in different clothes before an image of you without them abruptly appeared in his head.

Who melts when you touch him. Especially when you dress him up and take care of his visage. The cold and calculating man becomes putty in your hands. You are surprised to see him sighing softly, closing his eyes and humming when you button up his shirt or brush his hair. From what you heard from other servants, even from outside your household, no other master seemed to be acting like that. But once again, who are you to pry and complain? And when your fingers happen to touch? A pleasurable shiver runs down his spine.

"You are my lifeline and your touch is like water. I need both of them to live."

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hickeys | suna rintarou

a/n: short but sweet and not rlly proofread sorry friends ));

suna rintarou has a thing for good luck charms, believe it or not.

he carries an amulet he bought on new year’s for success or special items his daily zodiac informs him on what’ll help his luck. anything that he can rely on to grant him good fortunes. even your presence can provide such luck according to him.

so before his next match against a powerhouse team, suna drags you to the nearest and emptiest stairwell to be able to indulge in you and your charms in hopes of doing his best.

your soft laughs echo as suna wraps his arms around your waist, planting kiss after kiss on every inch of your face before landing a longer peck on your lips.

you’re smiling through the kiss, holding onto his jersey to keep your legs from giving up on you. he kisses your forehead before you indulge in him, kissing his jaw before lightly suckling on it.

suna’s glad you couldn’t see how red and flustered his face was. it felt like his legs were going to give; he held onto your shoulders, letting you pamper him in kisses. that was until you lowered your lips down to his neck, sucking his skin and leaving a purple and red mark visible to the world.

“ah, y/n…” suna pulled away, you staring up at him in worry, wondering if you did something wrong.

suna looked around for something, until he walked up to the window in the hallway and stared at his reflection, poking at the mark you just left.

“ah, i’m sorry. i got carried away, rin,” you looked down at your hands. he turned around before smiling at you and planting a kiss right on your cheek.

“don’t worry, babe. it’ll be my lucky charm for today,” he teased. you smiled at his corniness, but knowing him, it always worked out in his favor.

especially when his team won the match and offered you a round two from your previous activites.

Rintaro Suna exercises his wrists every day to keep strong and hard hands capable of blocking any ball on the court. Fingers also have an important weight in blocking performance, and to exercise them he just needs your pretty wet pussy and a couple of pleas to make his long fingers move faster inside you.

No one would know his secret.