I Saw This On My Feed And How About Sextherapist!sylus And Virgin!reader That Struggles With Making Themselves

i saw this on my feed and how about sextherapist!sylus and virgin!reader that struggles with making themselves orgasm? you can go from there 🤗

warnings. — ☆ fem! reader, sēx therapist sylus, virgín reader, praise, dirty talk, semi public, first time squírt, fıngering, mdni.

“oh, so you really weren’t kidding—were you, kitten?” sylus hums, feeling you writhe around his lap in anticipation. you’re so up close to him as your back’s facing the opposite way of his chest. in the far distance, you hear a plethora of noises coming outside of his office. meaningless chit chatter from his coworkers, loud stomps echoing down the hall, his annoying fax machine that forevermore continues to spit out those same clicking cries, and so on. you’ve been attending sessions with sylus for quite some time now, and you just needed to know how to orgasm properly. you tried everything and nothing would work. according to you, it was dire and you wanted to know if it was as good as people say. “daydreamin’ again?” he coos huskily, hot breath colliding near the twitching shell of your ear. a veiny hand of his softly trails down your inner thighs, glancing at your slid to the side panties. “ah, look at her. she’s so gorgeous.”

“sylusss,” you hiss out his name, gingerly wrapping your clammy fingers around his broad cuffed wrist. “hurry up.”

the white haired man snickers at your agitation, and once he teasingly ghosts two thick fingers over your throbbing protected entrance—his chest rumbles from wry laughter. “my, you’re so impatient. but fine, fine. spread these pretty legs, let me see what we’re workin’ with.”

right away, you sprawl your legs out even further then before and you hear him whistle.

“what a sight,” he purrs, and your head slumps back against his chest. it was almost half past ten at night and sylus was technically off work. your session ended about an hour ago but you just persisted that you needed one more thing.

an orgasm.

your nostrils smell his musky scent of loud rich leather and sandalwood that’s smothering all over his clothing. he brushes a thumb over the lace fabric of your panties before feeling just how soaked you were. “cute, bet you were soaked like this the entire time we were chattin’, hm?”

“f- fuck,” you swallow, and a plump tip of his finger gradually pulls at the string of your underwear. you remain laid back against his lap, gnawing at the bars of your enclosure.

the two of you were sitting on a fat cushioned sofa that’s dipping inward from the heavy pounds of weight. sylus was slow — painfully slow, he knew what he was doing. he lets out a raspy chortle, hearing your slow needy breaths featuring each exasperated gasp that leaves from your lips. “sylus, please.” you moan through gritted teeth, the wait just becoming unbearable.

sylus shushes you, pressing his soft lips up near the sloping nape of your neck. “there there,” and he talks over your whines before within seconds, a finger slowly inserts its way inside. you gasp, feeling your tummy heave. his finger was long, not only that but it was very very thick. you started to hear your heartbeat dramatically thump through your ears as he continues to speak. “pay attention now, this right here?” and you whimper, feeling his middle finger swirl around inside of your pussy. he taps against a spot that makes you feel almost every nerve shoot your body. “this is the clit, kitten. and this,” and you moan, hearing the sloshing sounds of your own mess fill the room. sylus gradually plugs in another finger - his pointer finger, and it fully extends immediately, reaching a spongy spot. “this is my favorite, your pretty g-spot.”

“s- sylus,” you suck in a frustrated breath, realizing that he had not one but two fingers inside. he’s very gentle regardless . . gentle and undeniably slow. oh, the wait was killing you. with your flapping lashes fluttering back against your hooded eyelids, you couldn’t help but gnaw at your quivering bottom lip. this was so much better than your own fingers. his was far longer and experienced. his plump lips starts to kiss near your neck this time, softly lolling his tongue down your skin, craving more of your sweet taste. “more, f- finger me.”

“yes ma’am,” he jibes, and it takes him a few dreadfully long seconds before he’s finally making haste. the tone of sylus’s voice was so deep that it nearly shakes you to the very core—you feel his exact rough vibrato against you. he hears the irregular changes of your breathing whilst his fingers continue to roam inside of your cunt.

“mhm, there’s about over ten thousand pretty little nerves stored up in here,” and he’s just casually talking over your babbling whines. the tips of his fingers were now already so soaked with your sappy slick. it’s gluing against his digits effortlessly — sweet like honey. your folds were just drooling, and every so often, he pulls his fingers out just to stare at the slippery sloppy mess. “how’s it feel? talk to me, sweet girl.”

as your body resumes to tingle from the circular maneuvers of his two fat digits, you let off a loud moan, peering at your left thigh that’s starting to mercilessly shake. “good—fuck, so good,” you whine, the stimulation making you merely bite down on your tongue. sylus hums in amusement, noticing how your thighs would just fail to stay still—it’s cute, you’re a jittery mess but your hand finds it’s way wrapping around his wrist again. “faster,” you plead, and your eyes nearly roll back once he’s just repeatedly toying with your precious g-spot.

again, and again, and again.

your gummy walls accepted sylus’s fingers freely and it was so snug, your mouth can’t help but start to salivate once you realize you’re coming close. he’s quick, plummeting such inches of just two simple digits in and out of you at such a maddened pace. he’s using his entire wrist, his finger work had your toes curling in awe.

“ah, easy now kitten. just relax and bare around ‘em. there’s no rushing a pretty pussy this sloppy,” and he’s speaking right up against your ear again. if you weren’t throbbing then, you definitely were now. sylus even licks against the edge of your ear, giving it a playful nibble. “c’mooon, give me that orgasm, uh huh. make me proud, sweetie.”

“hngh, s-sylus,” you whimper out loudly, your entire body growing tense. sylus’s free hand creeps toward your tummy, softly caressing against your bare skin that’s loosely tucked underneath your blouse. this was so risky. anyone could just walk in and see you - you and him, but you didn’t care—you didn’t care, especially when you were so close to making a mess all his sofa. “fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“let go for me,” he whispers, and his tone was so soothing. it’s almost as if he wasn’t inches deep inside of your swollen pulsating cunt with two thick fingers. in and out, he’s shoving them in and out of you, twisting them around and curling them all throughout your gripping walls. fuck, your toes were scrunched up, feeling such rippling waves surge through you. you were almost positive that if it wasn’t for the help of his hand holding you steady in place against his lap, you’d fall right from his grasp. sylus brings one final kiss toward the back of your collarbone before humming. “atta girl. just give it to me. c’mon, all on my fingers.”

but abruptly, right as you’re coming undone, you feel yourself spraying your translucent slick all on his pumping fingers. a shrieking scream dies from the back of your throat and he finds it oh so cute.

sylus feels you pulsing around him and he grows quiet—you huff out heavy heaving breaths, realizing that you’re squirting. it only lasts for a few seconds but it felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before. “oh my g- godddd.” you collapse back against his chest, his fingertips delicately plying with your prodding g-spot for just a few seconds longer before he pulls them out. slowly, sylus retracts his digits out of your puffy cunt, watching how it’s now glistening with your honeyed sap.

“aw,” he breaks the silence, hearing your pussy squeal again with numerous squelches as he’s dragging out his two drenched fingers. you’re still so sensitive, it’s like your entire body was burning up with fiery scorching hot heat. it’s intense, your thighs shamelessly try to squeeze themselves shut whilst you’re just rigorously shuddering on his lap. “would you look at thaaaat,” and his arms wrap around you. “such a good girl. although you’ve made quite the mess.”

in the midst of him sweet talking, praising you and all, you’re panting heavily. your sighing chest’s raising up and down as you’re just laid out on his lap, exhausted. as you’re chasing your own scurried breaths, sylus kisses the top back of your head. “again,” you moan, a strain in your voice. despite how your legs were still shivering—you craved more, you wanted to orgasm like that over and over. “t- teach me how to do again.”

“to squirt?” sylus raises a snowy white brow, turning you around to face him. his crimson eyes bore into yours and there’s that same sly smile stretching across his lips once you desperately nod. “hm, alright. but this time, i just might have to teach you with my tongue,” and you feel yourself throb once he’s slowly making you recline yourself back against his velvet-colored settee. “now lie back kitten, doctor’s orders. .”

nsfw kinich x reader. been writing a lot of kinich these days I need him plz. feral kinich !!! 🌴anon I wish I could tag u in this lol

okay but imagine kinich who can't get you out of his head all day. he's usually okay with it, you grazing over his mind constantly throughout the day but this is different. you're plaguing his mind.

so he's rushing to finish his commissions for the day to get back to you faster. he's practically running away once he's done. even ajaw is a little confused, but kinich just puts him in timeout for his own peace of mind. the only thing he's concerned about now is you.

when he bursts through your door, you're insanely confused. did he forget it just has a handle, why is he trying to break your door? you can't even ask the question though, his lips are quick and harsh on yours.

feral!kinich whose strong fingers are digging harshly into your sides as he pushes you against the wall. you can only yelp out in surprise, but he's using the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. you're moaning around the wet muscle, thighs clamping together from the action. what the hell was going on?

kinich is usually much more composed than this. he prides himself on being able to remain collected even in the most bizarre situations. so why is he's so impatient this time? he won't even let you drag him towards the couch, not to talk of your bed. he's balls deep in your mouth with his back pressed against the wall, strong hands gripping the sides of your head to fuck your face how he dims fit. you're gripping his thighs, tears welling in your eyes as his release hits the back of your throat. when he lets out a heavy sigh, he's motioning for you to get up so he can scoop you into his arms and carry you to your room.

him being so forward today might not be such a bad thing though, because you can barely speak to him. you're babbling straight nonsense as he slams into you from behind, nails digging into your hips as he hits into you over and over again. he's positioned over you, eyes sharp and watching you squirm from the lone feeling of his cock prodding your cunt. and you're noises are so sweet, he's groaning every single one, thrusts speeding up from the sheer sound. but its not enough.

"gonna flip you over. i have to see your face."

he's quick with his movements too, because you almost don't notice how quickly you're on your back. he's slinging one leg onto his shoulder before sliding back in. you can't even keep your eyes open! your head is hitting the pillows so quick, fingers gripping the sheets once his fingers come in contact with your clit. his pace is just as nasty as before, hips angling up against that sweet spot that he knows just how to hit. you swear you're seeing stars! or maybe it's just his eyes because in the back of your mind, you're hearing him tell you to look at him.

you're struggling. it's so hard to keep your eyes open, he feels so good like this. but he's drinking up every second of it. you're expression, how vulnerable you look right now. and when you whimper out his name with that sweet voice of yours? his hands are quick to find your knees, pushing the up hard as he fucks your orgasm out of you. you're convulsing under him, your entire body shaking as he rides out the last of your high.

when you come to, he's stopped, but you can still feel his hard length inside you. what, do you think he's done? oh no. it just won't be as fun if those pretty eyes aren't staring directly at him.

when choso first learns about what facesitting really is, he brings it up after a make out session that’s left you both hot and heavy. he’s tugging on your hand, practically begging you to take a seat.

“i-i’m not sure,” you stutter, unsure. “what if you suffocate or something? i don’t wanna hurt you..”

the look he gives you is one of pure need and longing. “i don’t care, just sit baby. please.”

for good measure, choso gives you a little pout, breaking into giggles and a smile once you slip your panties and shorts off. your thighs tremble as you hover above his face, eyes squeezing shut at the heat of his breath against your sticky cunt.

“mmm, that’s no good,” he remarks, large hands rising to your hips and settling lightly. “i told you, sit down.” choso’s strong, yanking you down hard onto his face; you feel and hear his muffled moan when your pussy’s all over his whole face.

“choso!”

“so, so fucking good,” choso gasps against you, holding your squirming body in place as his tongue laps and laps at your sticky cunt.

beneath you, his body’s sweltering with heat, racing through every nerve like electricity while tight pressure builds in his cock. with a glance over your shoulder, you notice his hips rutting into the air as he searches for friction.

“cho,” you sob, so overwhelmed you actually feel tears building in your eyes, “i-i wanna suck you off, ‘s not fair—”

he easily lifts you and peers up at you from between your thighs, face flushed and shining with your slick. with a shaky finger, you nudge some of his hair away from his forehead.

“don’t want you to,” it’s painful to say, because he really does, but that’s simply a distraction for the both of you. “baby,” he murmurs gently, “i want you to focus on cumming for me, ‘s all, okay?”

you nod quietly, and the gesture is met with a mild slap to your ass. “okay, cho,” the moment the words leave your bitten lips, he’s pulling you back down and greedily drinking all of you in, taking whatever he can get.

choso’s ministrations encourage you to roll your hips against his face; a light bump of his nose to your clit has you crying out and grinding all over him. that’s right, he thinks, stars in his closed eyes. he wishes he could tell you to use him to get off, but he’d have to lift you up and he doesn’t want to even breathe.

unconsciously, he matches your pace, his hips rising into the air in synchrony with your own. one of your hands slips into his silky hair and tugs; he’s your anchor, keeping you somewhat steady although he’s the reason you can’t stop shaking.

“choso,” you wail loudly, angling your hips to let him take your clit between his lips and suck, “oh, i’m so close, ‘m gonna cum soon—”

from between your thighs, choso sees everything: the parting of your lips, the way your face crumbles in absolute pleasure, the brief moment of stillness as you fully fall over the edge.

it’s too much and not enough, but he cums too.

“c-cumming, choso,” is all you can muster, riding out your orgasm on his face and tongue while his hips buck wildly into the air.

the muffled moan you feel deep in your cunt makes you gasp, pulling away at the feeling of overstimulation, but he’s holding you tight. a look over your shoulder at the right moment, and you watch as his clothed cock explodes, gushing cum and soaking his boxers.

after all your squirming and pulling away, choso finally lets you go with crescent moon indents in your plush skin and a loud huff.

“i wasn’t done,” he heaves, skin smeared with your cum. it’s glossy and messy, but he won’t think about washing it off until you’ve cum at least three more times.

“but you came and everything, i—”

choso silences you by sealing his lips against yours, and you can briefly taste yourself— sweet, just like he’s always said.

“a few more times, please?”

— Tender Care.

pairing: gojo x sick! reader

genre: comfort, fluff

CW/notes: none, lowk made this bc im sick :// not edited lols

There seemed to have been an unknown virus going around because everyone around you was terribly sick, including you.

You hated being sick, despised it even.

You strongly disliked the sickly feeling of puking, fevers, coughing, all of the symptoms that came with being sick really.

So when you, yourself got sick, to say you were annoyed was an understatement.

You were curled up in bed, tiredly watching a television show when you heard the door to your apartment opening and closing. The sound of keys being dropped onto the kitchen counter.

“Babe?” Your boyfriend called out as he made his way to your shared bedroom.

You made a grunt noise, letting him know you were in the room.

The door opens, revealing the handsome man.

“Hi ‘Toru.” You mumbled, feeling too weak to even speak.

Satoru stared at you worriedly, taking a few steps towards you and sitting down on the edge of the bed, putting his cold palm on your forehead.

“You’re really warm, sweetheart. Have you taken any pills?” His eyes brows furrowed in concern as he retracts his hand.

You gave a weak shake of your head and he hummed, leaving the bedroom.

After just a minute, Satoru returned with 2 pills in hand and a cup of water. He handed the pills to you and watched as you put them in your mouth, grabbing the cup of water and swallowing them.

“Thanks ‘Toru.” You smiled warmly at him and he nodded, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll make you some soup, stay here.”

After what felt like an eternity was only two hours when Satoru returned to your shared bedroom with a bowl of chicken soup.

You sat up, ready to take the bowl into your hands.

“Nuh uh,” Satoru shakes his head. “Let me.” He grabbed a spoonful of the hot liquid and put it towards your mouth as he waited for you to open.

You hummed in satisfaction as you tasted the warm liquid. “This is amazing, I love you.”

He smiled happily at you, getting another spoonful and putting it towards you, “I love you most.”

♡ ⁠◍⁠• Skin That Cries Golden Tears • Masterlist

Summary:

It had to be by God’s will that your life had come to a short end. Why else would he allow you to get pushed off of a bridge and drown to your death, at the age of 26? Well, what should have been the end of your life when your ex killed you off for rejecting his love once again. So you were definitely in a haze when you woke up at the highest peak at Qingyun Peak on a floating island, inside your favorite game. It wasn’t fair. It wasn't your fault. Why did he hate you so much? You let him go, told him to move on, that you would even bless him with his newfound lover. Even if he didn’t stay loyal, even if he begged on his knees to have a chance of making things right. Though there wasn’t anything that could change your mind, cheating is unforgivable and unforgettable. However, you were too precious, perfect, and good for everyone else. So he decided. If he couldn’t have you, no one would. Hence the downfall of your life. Or the uprising? The people of Teyvat are sure to make your arrival a pleasant experience, after all, they’ve been expecting you for centuries.

※ 1. Betrayal - A Heart Dragged Down

※ 2. A Realistic New Life

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Others Coming Soon~.

Because you're the lover of the highest ranking of demons and the apprentice of the strongest sorcerer known to mankind, people would think you're dangerous and violent at first.

But in reality, you don't like violence, in fact, you loath it. That's why the angels love you, you know how to protect yourself without causing harm to the other person.

But the fact that makes the angels love you scares the demons and the sorcerer.

That's right, you don't kill, but you cast spells to people that harms you spells that makes them wish you just kill them, that's terrifying.