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He pinned you against the wall. One hand down to your cunt, two fingers deep inside you and his thumb pressing on your clit, while the other hand is going for the mouth.
You suck his fingers until they come close to your throat, making you choke. He pulls out. " You have to breathe through the nose. Try again."he said and pressed them inside again.
You suck them in again just more cautiously and also take his other hand and thrust his fingers deeper yourself. "Ok have your fun." He lets you use his hand to fuck yourself, cumming all over it while your moans are muffled by the fingers on your throat.
if your requests are open could you do hsr men (your choice but maybe aven gallagher and sunday?) with a reader whose mostly numb to sex but enjoys the intimacy of it? like service top vibes for reader? /nf
Dom!reader x Sub!aventurine/Gallagher/Sunday
Warning: teasing, pet names, pet play (a little), dacryphilia, body worship (?), blushy characters hehe
Sure, I think a little mix of a fic & hc would fit. But I’m not sure if I captured what you wanted that well?
Aventurine
- oh he’d be into a service top, absolutely
- he’s brat in bed and loves having your attention on him, likes being on the receiving end too
- not quite a pillow princess yet, but close
- and he loves to have you take care of his every need like that
- to have someone who takes all the time in the world just to make him feel good? Isn’t that just perfect?
- would take it a bit too far and order you around, it’s up to you if you want to humour him
- tries to stay composed for a while, but after hitting his limit, his grinning while grinding back against you
- would also tell you all his favourite spots
- he kind of gets addicted to the pleasure, to the fleeting thrill and happiness
- but the thing he likes the most would be your devoted gaze, the way you focus on him
- probably because you aren’t taking from him, and just giving
“Ah- not there, haha~ a little lower.” Aven chuckled, guiding your hand from his hip to his thigh, smirking, “now’s perfect. Hold me there.” You did as he wanted, since it wasn’t such a big deal. He was laying on his back, legs spread out shamelessly. Though the faint blush on his face betrayed his confidence, lips trembling as he asked, “Whats wrong? You aren’t saying anything. Cat got your tongue?”
You pulled one of his legs up, just enough to make him fold it, the other hand lingering on his inner thighs. “I’m trying to remember all this.” His brows twitched, and he narrowed his eyes teasingly. “Taking in the view, huh?” The Blondie shifted, causing you to dig your fingers more into his thighs. “Don’t be shy, you can touch properly.” You moved that hand away to stroke his face while holding his gaze, “I can’t deny it’s a beautiful sight,…”
Yet you took a small break before finishing your sentence, smiling, “…but I meant how to satisfy you the best.” Aven’s blush deepened, and he hesitated, averting his eyes for a moment to whisper ‘fuck’ beneath his breath. When he turned back, he smiled cheekily, failing to make it look real as he groaned, “you are really dedicated…huh?”
Gallagher
- he’s just an old man, don’t let him work too much /j
- jokes aside, he only acts lazy, though the one thing he’d always do is probably performing oral
- anyhow, he’s got no problem doing both, he likes what you like, but it might get awkward when you ask for feedback
- “I’m sure I must have liked it” - like wdym you must have?! Do you not know??
- getting taken care of does embarrass him a little, he’s not used to it
- the tingles make him a bit nervous, and when he gets nervous he laughs, chuckling while teasing you
- I can see him liking it, but the thing he likes the most is seeing you satisfied/happy
- so he follows orders really well! And might ask you if there’s really nothing he can do for you
- wouldnt make many comments, doesnt have any mentionable none-erotic-zones (his sensitivity is averge, maybe a bit more in his chest)
- really, he likes what you like
“Well, you seem to enjoy it, so I do too.” Gallagher said, sitting upright with you positioned between his legs. Your hands were groping his chest. “…I was asking what you liked.” You repeated, fingers squeezing the tender flesh. He still seemed quite composed as he replied, “and I’m pretty sure I answered.” Tsk, such a cheeky response when he knew you weren’t content with his answer.
When you manoeuvred your hand to slide down his chest, stopping once your fingertips reached his pelvis, his the corners of his sheepish smile twitched upwards. “You sure you want me to lay back and do nothing?” After a while, he asked, already pushing himself up with his arms. “I’m sure of it.” You’d say while pressing down on his chest, the other hand slowly dipping underneath his pants. “So keep your hands over your head, hound.”
You didn’t need to tell him twice for him to obey, arms stretched above him, clenching the sheets to ground himself. His expression revealed a tad of unease, and he glanced down at your hands, stroking him, prodding at his skin. Then he turned his attention back to you, observing your smiling face. “..What now?” He almost whispered the question, muscles straining under his effort to stay put. “Now? All that’s left is for you to be a good dog.”
Sunday
- that’s actually a pillow princess
- he could deny it, try to be more active, but at his core? He is one
- gets overstimulated so easily, and when he does, he just lose control of his body, so he literally has horrible coordination
- the best course of action is to lay him down while doing everything for him
- and he moans so prettily while looking embarrassed~
- so yea, a service dom would fit him quite well, wreck that cute little thing
- he’s really into praise too, wants you to compliment his looks, what he does and reassure him
- guess he’s still kind of obsessing over his looks, huh?
- cries while muffling his voice, and he just takes everything you give, doesn’t make demands
- well, mostly because his poor little bird brain melts too fast once your hands are on his body
- but he’ll ask if there’s anything he can do for you, and nod in understanding if you say no
“W-wait.. that tingles—?!” Sunday hugged the pillow even closer, smashing his face into the softness of it. His legs buckled under him as you made him raise his ass up. He was still wearing his pants, with only his upper body exposed. Seeing him on the verge of tears already before you even began made you wonder what face he’ll make at the end of the session.
Your hands traced the line down his spine, which was what made him gasp and tremble. Once you reached his hips, you rubbed his sacrum a little, squeezing the dip of his waist, before clawing at his waistbands. “As sensitive as ever, how cute.” His wings fluttered at the small praise, and he curled his toes when you stripped him bare. You were starting to feel bad, because he was shivering so much, it was making you seem like the bad guy.
“Relax, Sunny. You’ll hurt yourself otherwise.” Your hands gently stroke his thighs, over the curve of his butt, and a shaky exhale escaped him. “I-I’m sorry..” he said, turning his head to take a peek at you. Which ended with you kissing the corner of his eye, whispering, “don’t worry so much, you look pretty, just enjoy it.” His cheeks flushed a deeper pink while your hands roamed his delicate frame, voice small as he whispered to himself, “pretty… huh?”
I heard from a little birdy that you make hsr smut soooo~ ANAXA SMUT PLEASE so basically we have been bothering him all day saying how we want to cum on his dick so as punishment he ties us to the bed and use a vibrator to our pussy, overstimulating us and he is talking dirty like GOOD LAWD.
a/n: OMG FIRST ASK!! 🩵AND HELLO?? ANON I LOOOOVE HOW U THINK I SAT DOWN SO FAST TO WRITE THIS (>0<；) i might get a bit carried away with this..
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cw: nsfw, meannn/sadist anaxa, him thinking he's better than u tbh, brat and brat tamer, fingering, orgasm denial (once), overstimulation, vibrator, it's messyyy, bondage, degradation and praise, clit slapping, lowk manhandling.. lmk if i missed anything!!
Anaxa was a relatively patient man, with you at least. He appreciates silence, and despises being interrupted or disturbed. What he wasn't though, was anybody's slave, and he'll do as he pleased.
So when you've been nagging him all day, whining about how badly you want him, how badly you need to cum on his cock-- he can't help but find himself irritated as you mindlessly beg with no concern for how you're disrupting his focus, just like the dumb thing he knows you are.
"Come on! I'll be quick- just wanna cum- then I'll leave you alone!" You whine up at him from where you're seated on the floor, right between his legs as he sits at his table, resting your cheek on his thigh and giving him the best doll eyes you could. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sliding a hand into your hair, he grips it at the roots. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to be a warning. He lifts your head off his thigh, offering you a questioning look with one slightly raised brow.
Anaxa's eyes narrow at you as his hand tracing from your nape and down your jaw, till he was holding your chin delicately between his fingers.
"How many times have I told you that I'm busy? All this nagging is enough, but also proposing to just take what you need and leave..? All high and mighty, are we?"
And you did.
His voice was low, soft, but incredibly dangerous- laced with a threat. Daring you to challenge him.
That's how you find yourself in your current situation-
Clothes peeled off you expertly as he takes you to the bedroom, panties unknowingly stuffed into his pocket. Rope being tossed into the bed, being pushed down roughly into the mattress, a hand against your lower back, firmly pinning you down.
God, you shouldn't have pushed him this far.
Or maybe that's exactly what you wanted.
You feel him grab your wrist, then your calve, folding your leg up till your ankle meets your wrist. With no hesitation, he ties them together. He watches as you start to squirm in protest, but all you're met with is a sharp "Hold still."- and you don't dare disobey him this time. He ties up the other side, tugging on the ropes as if to test the hold, then letting out a satasfied hum as you hear him start to walk away from you.
Where was he going? Surely he wouldn't just leave you there.. right?
But now you almost wish he did.
A moment passes. Another.
You hear him come back behind you, and he places something down on the bed next to him. Silence.
"A-anax-" And he shuts you up promptly.
"Quiet." He huffs, landing a sharp swat! against your achy clit, making you yelp out and jolt, which only subjected you to a few more of the mean slaps, smearing the wetness of your puffy folds onto his fingers. Your thighs eager to close shut as you struggled against the rope, hoping to escape from the sharp and almost overwhelming pleasure.
'Tch. You're still misbehaving, slut?" He scoffs. Pushing two of his fingers in at once, he relishes in the way you squeal at the sudden stretch. He gives you no time, incessantly hooking his fingers meanly into that familiar spongy spot with frightening precision, uncaring of the way your thighs tremble and press against the ropes. He presses his thumb right into your clit, rubbing tight and harsh little circles around the throbbing nub, finally showing it some attention.
"Please- that's t'much..!" You protest, trying your best to lift your head off the pillow to look back at him, but he isn't even looking at you. His eyes are fixed between your legs, his gaze intense, watching as he slowly rubs up and down your slit, neglecting your clit entirely before coming to circle around your weeping hole, not missing the way your breath hitches and you gasp.
"Too much? You were just begging for more but now it's too much? You don't really want me to stop though do you? I can feel you dripping onto my fingers. Filthy girl." He practically scolds you, pressing his fingers against your fluttering entrance, just enough for you to feel the pressure, but not enough for them to slip in, making you whine and writhe defiantly.
You can feel your orgasm building all too quickly as he expertly works his fingers inside you the way he's come to know, your whines and moans turning into whimpers and intelligible pleas for release.
"Why'd you d-do that?!" You cry out, and if you weren't tied up, he's sure you'd be kicking your feet against the bed like a child having a tantrum- maybe even landing a few hits on him.
"'m so close..!" You warn, but you don't need to. He knows your body well enough, maybe even better than you, and easily identifies the squeezing and clamping of your drooling pussy around his fingers. He doesn't reply to you, giving you the chance to enjoy the feeling before abruptly removing his fingers from your cunt, immediately landing a smack on your pulsing clit for good measure. Making sure you really felt the loss of your climax.
He ignores your whining and you hear him take ahold of something, you're about to look back until you hear an all too familiar buzzing.
"Please make cum..! Been waiting for so long- and I promise I'll be good!" You're spouting out whatever comes to mind, whatever you can say to convince him, and he just huffs out a dry chuckle at you, knowing that promise won't last long at all.
"Do you want to cum? Say please." He demands so meanly and to his pleasure, you don't even have it in you to resist.
"If you say so," and his nudging the jittery head of the vibrator right up against your clit.
The vibrator hums to life the second it meets your clit, and your entire body jolts, arching into the sensation with a gasp. Your wrists strain against the ropes as your thighs try to clamp shut out of instinct, but the way he has you bound denies you any kind of escape. You’re completely exposed, and the worst part is—
You know that’s exactly how he wants you.
"That's it. Cry for me," He murmurs, almost lovingly. Almost. But there’s nothing gentle about the way he rolls the toy in slow, torturous circles, keeping it just off center from where you really need it. You sob into the sheets, rocking your hips the little you’re able with how you're bound, desperate for friction. Desperate for any relief.
"Still think you’re in control?” he scoffs, fingers splaying across the swell of your ass as he watches you shake. “Begging like a little bitch in heat… I should’ve stuffed your mouth before starting—at least then you'd be less of a nuisance."
Your vision blurs with tears, but you can’t even bring yours to care. You’re too lost in the incessant onslaught of pleasure, your clit raw and twitching under the relentless pressure of the vibrator, which he now pins in place with the flat of his palm. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge again, the coil in your belly tightening too fast, too tight.
"I-I can’t—" you choke out, voice wrecked.
"You can, and even if you can't, you will," He hisses, his voice sharp against your ear as he suddenly leans in close. “You're not allowed to cum until I say so. Not a second before. And if you do? I'll make sure your hopes of cumming disappear.”
The warning sends another shiver through your spine, making your cunt clench helplessly around nothing. The vibrator doesn’t stop—not even when your body starts to tremble violently, not even when you scream his name like it’s the only word you know.
He leans back, admiring the slick mess between your thighs, how helpless you look tied up and ruined before he’s even touched you properly.
Your first orgasm rips through you before you even know it’s happening— your body convulsing, toes curling as you sob into the sheets. You’re so pent up, so painfully needy, that the release hits you like a truck.
But Anaxa doesn’t stop.
He presses the toy harder against your clit, dragging it side to side as your thighs shake violently and your back arches off the mattress.
“Already? That fast?” he mocks, voice dripping with cruel delight. “Didn’t even give me time to enjoy it.”
Your voice cracks on a scream as the vibrator keeps working your sensitive bud, no time to come down, no reprieve.
Your second orgasm builds soon after, harsher and sharper than the last, your whole body twitching in protest as your hips twist helplessly against the restraints.
"A-Anaxa please—too much—too much!" you cry, tears hot on your cheeks.
“You said you wanted to cum,” he reminds you, utterly unbothered. “I’m just giving you what you asked for.”
He adjusts the angle, catching your clit just right, and you wail. He grinds it down meanly onto your pulsing little clit- relishing in the way you squeal and cry so loudly. He keeps up the firm rutting of the vibrator until he can see the tell tale signs of you getting close. The way you grow louder, more breathless, the way you go limp as you're right at the edge--
And then you snap. Tensing up completely as you cum.
It hits you like lightning. Your breath stutters, your body locks up, and your vision floods with white. You’re sobbing now, reduced to nothing by the raw sensation, drool smearing the pillow beneath you.
"Messy little thing," Anaxa hums, almost amused. "Look at you—crying from getting exactly what you begged for."
Your cunt clenches uselessly around nothing, dripping and overstimulated, your thighs twitching uncontrollably as he finally eases the vibrator off. You’re trembling, body completely limp, barely holding it together—and that’s when he speaks again, so casually it sends another tremor through you-
"You wanted to cum on my cock, didn't you?" he taunts, dragging the toy down slightly to tease your entrance, already fluttering and soaked. “That’s what all this fuss was about. And yet here you are—haven’t even been fucked, and you’re already this pathetic.”
You sob his name again, nearly delirious, the pressure unbearable now. Your whole body feels like it’s about to snap in half.
"Alright, slut. You’ve earned it." His voice drops, gravelly and dark with promise. "But I really hope you've learnt your lesson."
You hear the rustle of clothing—his belt unfastening, the soft clink of the buckle, fabric shifting as he strips. It’s slow, deliberate, like he wants you to feel every second of anticipation. You can’t see him, but you feel it—the moment his warmth returns behind you, the weight of his body settling between your thighs. One hand grabs your ass, spreading you open for his eyes.
And with that, he finally slides the vibrator away—and thrusts into you in one brutal, fluid motion.
This was going to be a long night.
a/n pt 2: HII SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WROTE HALF OF IT THEN LITERALLY ALMOST DIED BUT I'M OK NOW SO HERE WE GO!! HOPE U LIKE IT 👉👈😊😊 I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS
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mortenax bladie and the spider lily on his chest........ imagine more and more of them blooming around him the more overstimulated he gets (written pre-4.3)
neither reader nor blade's anatomy is specified
bladie is the one receiving i don't know how else to tag
laying on his back, legs up, his hole gently stretched out before being pushed into by you. you had him in nothing but the bandages from his new outfit, messily pulled apart and undone, loosely wrapped around his upper body and strewn about the bed. it started off slow, with you cherishing your precious bladie, cooing praises into his ears and pressing kisses over his scarred body, battered and bruised after the big battle. with you slowly thrusting into him, bladie couldn't find the words to beg for more, every plea choked behind his breath as you rub against every spot inside him that makes him feel so good, so blissfully yours.
a few red petals are scattered around the sheets as he nears his orgasm, his body tense and in need of release. when he finally cums, you notice the blooming on his chest, right over his heart, bright red like a burning fire.
enthralled by the sight, you keep gently thrusting into him even as he whines and whimpers, overstimulated so quickly. poor thing is so touched-starved, even the smallest bits of affection from you always have him overwhelmed. a small kiss on his cheek, a hand resting on his waist, petting his head and giving him these cute compliments that he doesn't believe to be true. and now, even as you fuck into him, his breath is shaky as sweat gathers on his face, legs trembling as he wraps them around your waist, his hips held by your hands.
"ah, aghh- ggh- ungh-"
drool slips down his chin as he nearly chokes on his own saliva, desperately trying to compose himself and failing horribly. it isn't long before he cums again, his thighs wet, head thrown back against the pillow as his dark hair splays out around him like a halo. more of those gorgeous spider lilies bloom around him, needing no soil, no sunlight or water. it's like magic, the way he can create such pretty things at his fingertips, the way a man who yearns for death can also be a vessel for so much flourishing life. beautiful. it's beautiful. he's beautiful.
he moans as you speed up your thrusts a little, his insides feeling more and more sensitive with every movement and every bit of pressure. his hands move away from clutching the sheets beneath him, arms draping over your shoulders and wrapping loosely around your neck, clinging to you like he might lose you if he lets go. his lips are a pretty red, swollen and bitten, wet with his own saliva. you lean down, pressing your own lips to his as he moans into your mouth, desperately chasing after your kisses like an eager puppy.
as the night goes on, your thrusts only get faster and faster, though not rougher. rough is for another time. right now, it's all about loving and appreciating your bladie. his husky voice is worn out and breathy from all the noise he's been making, and his throat will definitely be sore tomorrow morning. he's so overstimulated, his body feeling delicate and sensitive, shuddering with every movement or touch, his pretty red eyes rolling back as he cums again and again.
and when you two are finally satisfied, he lies there, still on his back, desperately trying to catch his breath. he lays in a field of his own flowers, red blooming all around him and brushing his sensitive skin. he whines softly as you kiss him once more, basking in your gentle affection.
aeons. you could never let this man die if it meant never being able to savor this beauty again.
IN WHICH... blade discovers that even the smallest touch can leave him completely undone. based on this request.
cw. nipple play, overstimulation, power play (subtle), praise kink, body worship, edging, sub!blade, soft dom!reader.
the room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of your fingers tracing over blade’s bare chest. the low hum of the air around you seemed to intensify every brush of your fingertips, each touch sending shivers down his spine. for someone who carried himself with stoicism, it was a rare sight to see him like this—vulnerable, tense, unsure.
he was shirtless, sitting on the edge of the bed, his dark hair falling messily over his eyes. he tried to keep his breathing steady, but it faltered when your hand hovered just a little too long over his chest. his gaze flicked to yours, sharp and questioning, though his usual guarded demeanor had started to crumble.
“you’re tense,” you murmured softly, running your palms across his shoulders, thumbs pressing into his skin in slow, deliberate circles. blade closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to sink into the sensation.
but when your hands traveled lower, thumbs brushing against his nipples for the first time, he jolted.
“Ah—!” his eyes shot open, wide with surprise. a soft gasp escaped his lips before he quickly but it back, teeth sinking into his lower lip in an attempt to regain control. his reaction was instant— unexpected. his body tensed beneath your touch, but his chest heaved with shallow breaths.
you paused, looking up at him with a teasing smile. “bladie,” you said slowly, voice laced with amusement. “what was that?”
he scowled, turning his head slightly to avoid your gaze. “nothing. keep going.”
but you weren’t about to let it slide. the curiosity in your expression only grew. gently, you dragged your fingers over his nipples again, pressing donn lightly, rubbing in soft, slow circles.
his reaction was even more intense this time. blade’s body jerked, a low, strangled sound escaping his throat before he clamped his hand over his mouth. his shoulders trembled slightly as if he was holding himself back from fully surrendering to the sensation.
“you’ve never had someone do this before, have you?”
blade shot his head slightly, his hand still covering his mouth, his dark eyes peering at you from besenstiel messy strands of hair.
“no” he finally admitted, voice muffled behind his hand.
your smile grew, lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “then let me show you how good it can feel.”
with deliberate slowness, you trailed kisses down his neck, your hands never straying far rom his chest. yr thumbs flicked over his nipples again, this time firmer, with more intent. blade’s composure was slipping by the second. his breathing grew erratic, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body. his legs trembled slightly, and his back arched involuntarily, as if his body was chasing more.
“you’re sensitive here,” your murmured against his skin, teasing him further. “i wonder how much you can take..”
“t-too much,” he choked out, finally letting his hand fall from his mouth. his voice was strained, his pupils blown wide with desire.
but you didn’t stop. instead, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing over one of his nipples before you gave it a gentle lick. his entire body shuddered violently, and a broken moan escaped him.
“fuck…” blade gasped, his head falling back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. his hands gripped the bedsheets beneath him, knuckles turning white.
“feels good?”
“yes,” his voice shaky and desperate, “too good”
“do you want me to stop?”
“no,” he rasped, shaking his head quickly. “don’t stop.”
you smiled, pressing another kiss to his chest.
“good.”
you switched to the other side, your lips closing around his other nipple, sucking gently. balde’s hips bucked up off the bed, a helpless whimper tumbling from his lips. his hand flew to your shoulders, not to push you away, but to ground himself— to keep himself from spiraling too fast.
his reaction was intoxicating. every sound he made, every tremble of his body only made you want to push him further.
"i'm... i'm gonna..." blade couldn't even finish the sentence. he was teetering on the edge already, completely undone by sensations he'd never experienced before. his chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath hitching with every flick of your tongue, every gentle nip of your teeth.
you pulled back for a moment, just to watch him. his cheeks were flushed, his lips parted, his dark eyes glassy with need.
"you look beautiful like this," you said softly, running your fingers through his hair. "completely wrecked."
he groaned, burying his face in your neck, his arms wrapped around you tightly. "don't say that," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
"why not? it's true."
"because..." his breath was warm against your skin, his voice trembling with unspoken vulnerability. "because i cant handle it."
you pressed a kiss to his temple, holding him close. "then let me take care of you, bladie~"
he sighed, finally surrendering completely. "okay," he whispered. "okay."
You and Ashveil are about to have sex but you catch him staring at your pussy. You tilt your head in confusion before he grabs both your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Before you protest you feel his hot tongue against your folds. “Ashveil!” you whine as he shoves his tongue in your pussy. You whimper as you squirm under his touch. You try to close your legs but he just grips them harder. Your grip on his hair tightens and he groans against your pussy. After a while he finally pulls back looking up at you. “what was that for?” you pout. “sorry baby i just couldn’t help myself.” He kisses your forehead as he slides his hard cock into you…..
so this definitely didn’t happen with my bf which gave me the idea to do it with ashveil…..
When Phainon can't have your pussy he chose your tits instead.
No matter the size he'd be so eager to put your soft breasts on his mouth, sucking in as if milk will came out of them and his ready to drink it all in one gulp before biting hard at your nipples.
He licks everywhere from the areolas to the space between your breasts, all while his hands can't let go of them.
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Brat taming Wonweek cause that man is so rude he needs to be tugged by his head wings and be slapped in the face till he learns how to beg for forgiveness.
"stay," he all but growls, gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave marks. you squeak, brushing the tip of his nose against where you're most sensitive.
hot breath tickles your wetness, earning himself another muffled sound of protest and a futile struggle.
"i don't want to- you can't breathe!" you protest, as blade lowers your pussy towards his waiting lips.
"you don’t want to? you're so wet though." he spreads your glistening folds with both thumbs and you huff out a shaky breath. “don’t- don’t tease me,” you chatise him weakly.
blade doesn’t reply, but you feel his lips curve into a rare half-smile.
with no gentleness at all, he licks up your slit, and giving you no time to adjust, sucks at your clit roughly. you wail as sparks shoot up your spine, scoring marks down his legs. blade keeps his tongue on your clit, and you can feel his nose nudging against your weeping hole, smearing your slick everywhere.
"is it good?" he mumbles into your flesh, the vibrations sending another fresh wave of arousal spilling out over his face. "you taste so good..."
“yes, blade, it’s good, you’re so good,” you cry, your back arching and your head thrown back, rocking yourself back and forth on whatever you can catch.
blade slips his tongue into your hole, forcing you down by your hips and using a free hand to rub fast circles into your throbbing nub. he laps at you like a starving man, growling each time you jerk away from him, fucking you so fast with the wet muscle that you can barely keep yourself upright.
"ah, blade, not there, please-" you can feel blade's nails digging crescent moons into your ass, keeping you in place as you writhe in pleasure.
"cum for me," he mumbles, the first time you'd ever heard him breathless, and you obey.
baby, would Blade eat you sloppy or try to act composed but fail miserably? ‹3
BLADIE?? MMMSMSMDNF MILA.... Sniff... You chose violence this time >_<
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Ok so what if Blade can't even try to play it cool? I mean, he wants to, he wants to appear restrained and anything but dog-like and needy and wrecked and pathetic as he pushes your panties aside, maybe even tugs at them with his teeth. It lasts about a minute though, the attempt or the teasing kisses to your pretty lips and tongue brushes and the way he swipes his crooked nose all up your slit until it's nestled right against your throbbing clit so he can allow himself to inhale deep and lose all semblance of control.
They are not fair, the expectations (he puts on himself), your scent and the salty taste of your essence dripping down his lips, his chin, all over his face, or how you involuntarily wiggle against him to try and get more of him, it all breaks him and he would absolutely blame, give you hell for it, if his mind or his mouth were his own, that is. They aren't, they are for you and the need he has for you and your precious cunt.
So I'd say he's sloppy, so so so messy; lewd slurps when he suckles your clit between his lips and his hands keep you tight to his face so that he can feel himself suffocating, heavy panting against your flesh, his flustered face when he lifts his gaze to meet yours, angled to fit your cunt better. The only pretence of measure he can aim to have is whenever he pulls back only ever to spit on your needy clit and then go back to licking it all back up.
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please write more about sundays hands im BEGGING YOU PLEWSEEE
the biggest thing about sunday's hands is that he knows you're attracted to them, but half the things he does isn't even deliberate. you could be out with crew members, and he'll motion for you to join him at his side with a little come hither gesture (hotter if he uses only two fingers instead of his whole hand but I DIGRESS)
watching him take his rings and gloves off at the end of the day is practically foreplay. he takes such good care of his jewlery and has a designated little spot for it all.
he adores the way you melt every. single. time. when he cups your chin. two fingers curled underneath and a thumb positioned right underneath your bottom lip, so he could run the pad of his thumb along your lip if he really wanted to tease or just adore how you look in the moment. (don't pout at him bc that's what he'll do if you choose to do so)
being bratty hardly works because he will deliberately flex his hand-- stretching out fingers before curling them into a fist to rest his chin onto. and he'll just stare. the knowing little smirk. the eyes that subtly look you up and down
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