rae ! ninteen, she / he / they all of the above. And ill show you heaven if you let me.

This is a 16+ blog ! Yes i do bite they call me rabid dawg sometimes

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Bokuto Kōtarō is the biggest sucker for you telling him how good he’s making you feel, whether it be through your words or the sweet moans he fucks out of you, it’s like music to his ears — though most of the time it’s the latter, even though he’d rather you use your words. Sometimes you wonder if he knows how much harder he makes it for you to even mutter anything even slightly coherent…

“Baby,” his voice dips, coaxing against your ear as he rocks into you, “does that feel good? You wanna tell me how good that feels?” His pace quickens with every word that passes by, every syllable ends with the smack of his hips. It doesn’t help that the longer you go without answering him the more his rhythm shifts — going even faster than before, it was like your answer depended on it.

Your mouth opens but all that comes out is a strangled moan followed by a dragged out whimper of his name “Bo.. c-can’t.” He groans at the sound of your pleads, clenching at your thighs beneath him in order to steady himself. Holding you open even wider so he can see all of you.

You shake your head faintly, its all you can manage considering the hotness of the air surrounding you and the heat of him fucking into you. “god you’re killing me baby, fuck.” He mutters, his voice was starting to break into something hungrier and desperate. “‘Sound so pretty for me but i want more. I wanna hear you say it — please. Tell me im making you feel good, please please please.” He urges. But not unkind, never unkind. “You don’t even have to make it pretty. Just talk to me, anything.”

Your throat tightens, words caught somewhere out of reach and all that escapes is a shaky breath. Bokuto’s lips brush softly against yours in a fleeting kiss meant to steady you. “Thats okay” he promises, his hips driving deeper. “I’ll wait. ill keep fucking you okay? Until you find the words to tell me.” And he means it.

For him your voice isn’t just noise its proof that he’s unraveling you, giving you something thats worth spilling out loud. Your moans already undo him and the way your body answers every single one of his thrusts already drives him insane — but it’s still your words that he craves the most.

“Kou — fuck…” your voice breaks halfway through, “make me feel so… so good — fucking me… so good shit ‘m gonna cum kou.” Your confession tumbles out drunkely, you struggle to keep them afloat.

He cums immediately.

His pace quickly splinters, thrusts now sloppy and desperately chasing after his high. Hands clamping down even harder on your thighs, the press of his fingers were sure to leave bruises as he drags your hips to met his every stroke, pulling himself all the way inside you like he cant stand the thought of there being any space in between you.

“Fuck, yeah just like that..” he whimpers, his rythm stutterd into something reckless. You can feel him insisting that you fuck him back, taking him all the way to the tip of your cervix and the base of his cock, every shuddering inch of him is buried as far as it can be as the both of you both fall apart together.

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Itoshi sae is the type of person to let his hands roam, because that was how he kept control, even when you thought you had it. His hands were always everywhere, from your hips, tugging you down harder and controlling the pace or sliding up your waist in quiet command. However, tonight you’re straddling him, with his own tie looped innocently around his wrists pinning them behind his back.

At first he tries to act like he isn’t phased, even though his finger tips craved the touch of your soft plush skin, but the second you sink down onto him his jaw clenches so hard you can almost hear his teeth grind together in an attempt to hold back his groans. « Fuck… ” he mutters, though it was more a moan than a coherent phrase. It almost slipped past you, head tipped back against the backrest of the sofa. “You really gonna do this to me?”

Your hands swim up to his shoulders, nails dragging tauntingly. “You always wanna be in control sae, im just evening it out.” He huffs a laugh in response, breathless. “You think you’re in control when your trembling like that?” His words come out cocky but his lust filled eyes betray him, he thinks you don’t notice but you do.

You start to move, rolling your hips slow at first and his composure frays almost immediately. His whole body physically tightens, wrists already straining against the tie holding them together. Normally he woukd steady you, pulling you flush against him, fingertips digging into your thighs to ground you giving you no choice but to take him deeper. But now all he can do is desperately buck his hips into you, frustratingly trying to match your rythm.

“Shit — don’t…” he groans, breath hitching “stop going so slow you’re killing me.” His voice breaks on the last syllable. You smile, leaning down to kiss his jaw, moving up to his lips. He kisses you back desperately, sloppily. Thats when you drag yourself up slow, right to the very tip until he slips free with a humiliating wet sound, covered in slick from tip to base as he falls against his stomach with a slap. Even then sae refuses to give you the satisfaction of begging.

“You think you’re so funny huh?” His eyebrows were still pinched tightly together, hips still slightly bucking from loss of contact. Without a response, or better yet a warning, you line yourself up and slam back down onto him. The moan that tears out of him is so raw it borders obscene, pornographic even. It rips right from his throat. His thighs flex uncontrollably beneath you, straining with desperate need to fuck up into you but his tied hands keep him caged. All he can do is take it.

“S-shit..” he finally bites out, frustration etched in every line of his body. “Faster. Need it faster.” Your grin is absolutely wicked. “Wow, the sae itoshi begging me to go faster.” His eyes burn through you, half lidded “ ‘m not—“ his sentence breaks when you slam back down on him again, pride shattering instantly. “Oh my fuck—so fucking tight… so perfect.” He moans out, voice needy now.

Before he can recover, you start to move again, The shift knocks the breath straight from his lungs, desperate moans breaking loose despite his pride. “Look at you” he gasps, eyes fluttering open as sweat drips down his temples. “Bouncing on my cock like that, can’t even hold you—“ his words collapse into a broken groan. Your hands frame his face, forcing his dazed eyes to meet yours as you keep the same pace going. “Thats the point sae, you dont get to touch me tonight, just feel me baby.” He swallows, thick, breath stumbling until his words finally break free. “Feel you, i feel you. you’re so good— so perfect.. i’m—“

The rest dissolves into ragged moans as every thrust of his stutters as if he’s chasing after something he cant hold on to. His fists curls uselessly against the silk of his tie, clenching the air as if to stop him from falling apart. “You’re what, sae? You gonna cum?” You mock tauntingly as you lean over him. His eyes snap shut im an attempt to will away the answer, but then you speed up, harder and faster, every wet smack bounced off of the walls and echoed throughout the room. “Fuck—yes im gonna cum.” Hips bucking into wyou with frantic urgency, meeting every bounce half way. “Shit— yeah, d-don’t stop.”

And then he unravels, you ride him through his high mercilessly, grinding down each time he jerks up, whole body twitching as he spills inside you. The sound that parts from his lips is so gutteral and broken, a moan dies against your neck as he oants ragged into your skin. He pulls his thighs to keep you flush, grinding into you and giving you every last drop.

And still, through the haze of it, tie digging red marks into his wrists behind him, he still finds one last thing to say.

“Hope you know… you’re not getting away with that.”

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explicit , sub!aki , aki crying (😇) , overstimulation , teasing / edging blah blah blah

Aki cries too easily. You never would’ve thought that, not at first. Not with the way he carries himself : aki represents sharp lines and cold silences, that quiet unreadable calm that makes people second guess their words. He always seems composed and measured... like, hes the type to hold eye contact without looking away first. That’s why it’s so addictive seeing him like this : red faced and trembling — breathing in shallow and broken little gasps as he falls apart just for you.

Because no one else gets to see it, since it was true. Aki does cry too easily. Like right now! As his legs are sprawled out beneath you, his hair is messy and clinging to the sides of his face, cheeks flushed glistening from his sweat tears. His chest rises in shallow shaky breaths and every exhale sounds more like a whimper than air. Your hand is still wrapped around his cock, stroking him with a slow and cruel rhythm, the kind of rythem that makes him tremble… the kind that makes his voice catch in his throat as his hips try jerk away even as they buck toward you. he’s so sensitive… you haven’t even really done anything yet? Just a few teasing strokes, firm but unhurried, your thumb dragging across his overly sensitive tip just to watch him twitch.

His thighs are already trembling and his muscles tense every time your palm slides down his length and squeezes just right. His fingers dig instinctively into the sheets below him. His knuckles going white as if he can ground himself there. He’s trying so, so hard to be quiet. His teeth are gritted, his jaw’s locked and his lips are parting around nothing but broken breaths. But his body betrays him. Every little sound he tries to hold back comes out in gasps and half sobs as tiny helpless noises punch out of his chest with each stroke. You feel him tense all over, like he’s fighting it, like he knows he’s close but he doesn’t want to cross that line without permission from you.

“Please…please can I cum? I can’t hold it anymore, I — fuck, please y/n…” You don’t stop your hand though, not even to slow down. You only tilt your head a little to the side, watching his lashes flutter while you hum. Like you’re thinking about it. Because he knows he’s only allowed to fall apart if you let him. “Please…” he chokes again, a little louder this time. “Please y/n I’ve been, I’ve been good, I’ve been so good for you — ”

And the sound he makes when you do sounds so sacred. His whole body jolts, head falling back, breathing so heavy you can see as the air spills out of his lungs; as his cum spills into your hand. Thick, hot and messy. He cums hard, maybe a little too hard… his legs are shaking and his fingers are clawing at the sheets, eyes squeezed shut as if to stop the tears slipping down his cheeks. “Thank you” he breathes out, almost delirious. “Thank you thank you thank you, I love you, I love you — fuck — I love you…so much.”

⚡︎ CW : explicit , oral fem!recieving , Armin being a nerd except maybe a little bit too educated in this field…

“wait…” you breathe out, realistically though you didn’t want him to wait… not really.

“You don’t have to um… guide me”

Armin murmurs; breath stuttering as his lips press soft tentative kisses to your inner thigh. “I’ve uh. done research… kinda...” He’s already on his knees between your thighs, soft curls brushing the softness of your skin as he adjusts your skirt like he’s handling a rare manuscript. You don’t even remember how he managed to get your legs over his shoulders. One second he was shyly fumbling with his glasses after you joked about how you “bet that tongue ring isn’t just for kissing”and now? Now… you’re biting your fist in his bed while he moans into your cunt like he’s starving for it. Except he’s not entirely smooth, not at first. his movements are a little eager and messy, like he’s trying to remember everything hes seen online. you can feel his nervousness in the way his fingers twitch against your legs; every time you make a sound his whole face goes pink. But he doesn’t stop.

The metal ball of his piercing glides over your clit with a precision that’s definitely not accidental. He’s been studying, maybe not bookwise… and from the way his eyes flicker up through his glasses; slightly fogged, and cheeks flushed… you know he’s proud of himself for making you look this dumb. You didn’t expect him to have one. You thought it was just some quiet nerd quirk. but now…? You’re starting to think maybe this is why he got it. Maybe he’s been waiting to do this. Or maybe hes always been this filthy underneath his quietness and AP calculus notes.

“Fuck… Armin” you gasp; thighs twitching around him. but he only holds you tighter — because he’s not ready to let you go just yet.

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But you can just call me Rae ◡̈⃝ !

Kind of in the middle of being introverted and extroverted, can you tell I hate labels… she / they / he whatever you want me to be, half french half black in Belgium !

MUSIC . . . DEAN BLUNT / alt-J / Tokio Hotel / RadioHead / Deftones / Phantogram / MCR / Evanescence / MGMT / Whirr / NICOLE DOLLANGANGER . . . ill listen to anything it just depends on my mood

SHOWS / GAMES . . . might be diane bojack horseman / biggest life is strange + tlou fan i love love love zombie apocalypse based games 🧟 #zombieswerehumanstoo / still hyperfixated on fnaf it was never just a phase / grew up on marvel and somehow my favourite ended up being spiderman 💔 / anime obv : mob phsyco 100 , dr stone , magic and muscles , fullletal alchemist , hell’s paradise , vinland saga i will die on this hill