#Feral for this man

[theostrophywife]

focus on me.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader request: I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS AND SHE WANTS TO RIDE THEM AND SHES JUST SO OBSESSED AND THINKS HES THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE PLANET- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A PRETZEL WHEN HE GIVES HER THOSE EYES- JESUS IM A CATHOLIC BUT THEO AND MATTHEO COULD BE MY NEW RELIGION- author's note: big thanks to @writingsbychlo for listening to me rant about this man in her inbox. posting this now so she can wake up to her mans. the way that i would fold for mattheo so fast (theo look away). anyways, enjoy this purely smutty fic 😮‍💨

You were supposed to be studying. 

When you came into his dorm, you specifically told Mattheo not to interrupt you under any circumstances. Usually, you preferred the library but some prat had accidentally set off a dung bomb, which meant closure until further notice. 

You tried studying in your dorm, but your fellow housemates decided that there was no better time to throw a back to school bash in the common room than the night before your Ancient Runes exam. Harry and Ron, who shared the same class, appeared completely unbothered as they chugged firewhisky straight from the bottle. 

Your roommate Hermione was long gone. Probably holed up somewhere in the dungeons with Draco. You followed your friend’s cue and snuck into your boyfriend’s dorm, narrowly avoiding Filch. It never seemed fair that the Slytherins got individual rooms, but tonight you had never been more thankful for it. 

Mattheo had set up a whole battle station for you on his desk. There were fresh ink pots, newly sharpened quills, and blank parchment waiting for you when you arrived. After kissing your sweet and considerate boyfriend, you went straight to work. 

By the time midnight struck, the parchment was filled with glowing runes, making your ink stained hands cramp from drawing out the symbols over and over again. To Mattheo’s credit, he kept to himself and read quietly on his bed while you studied. 

You were so engrossed in the material that you barely registered him kissing you on the cheek before leaving to take a shower. That little mistake cost you because as soon as he walked back into his dorm with nothing but a towel on, you nearly spilled fresh ink all over yourself. 

Water trickled down Mattheo’s chest, the little droplets snaking through his perfectly chiseled abs only to disappear beyond his v lines, which pointed like an arrow to what you knew was hiding underneath that towel. 

The fabric hung dangerously low on his hips as he walked over to his dresser to pick out something to wear. You watched with rapt attention as he braced himself against the wood, those delicious, juicy veins protruding from his forearms and nearly making you dizzy with desire. 

Finally, Mattheo turned. The silence had caught his attention and he smirked when he saw you ogling him. 

“See something you like, pretty girl?”

You flushed. “Just got a little distracted.”

Mattheo’s grin grew. He sauntered over to you, leaning over so that he had you caged against the desk. 

“Oh?” he asked, his voice low and husky and absolutely fucking sexy. “Maybe it’s time for a break then. You’ve been such a good girl studying so hard all night. I think you deserve a reward, my love.” 

Your breath hitched as Mattheo’s lips grazed yours. He tilted your chin up, giving you a perfect view of those brown eyes. Then he gave you the look and you knew you were done for. 

It was a look that said he wanted to devour every inch of you until you couldn’t even recall your own name. You gave in. Of course you gave in. How could you not?

“Maybe for a second…”

Mattheo took the opening. One arm snaked around your waist, bringing you up with him as he pressed you against the desk. His other arm crept up your back until he reached the nape of your neck, fisting your hair through his fingers as he kissed you roughly. 

“Do you even know how fucking sexy you are, princess? My smart schoolgirl in her tiny little skirt.” 

Mattheo carefully moved your studying materials aside before picking you up and setting you down on the table. He gripped the top of your thighs and brought you to the edge while sliding his tongue against yours. You whimpered as he grinded against you, showing you exactly how hard he was underneath the towel.

“Been thinking about bending you over this table all night,” Mattheo whispered in your ear. His hand climbed higher up your thigh and you felt your body instantly respond to his touch. “Bet you’re soaking wet for me already, aren’t you angel?”

You moaned as he toyed with the waistband of your panties. “Matty, please.” 

Your boyfriend smiled at your nickname for him, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. “What is it that you want, darling?”

“Touch me. Please.” 

Mattheo smirked as he tugged your panties off. His lust filled gaze drank you in as he dragged two fingers through your slick folds. 

“Fuck. You’re so wet. Is this all for me, princess?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, nipping at his neck. “It’s not fair. You play dirty, Matty. You can’t just walk in here with nothing but a towel on.” 

“Why not, angel?”

You sighed, tracing the hard planes of his chest. His muscles flexed under your fingertips as you gently raked your nails against his six pack. “Because you’re sexy and I can’t help myself.” 

Mattheo chuckled darkly, plunging two fingers in your pussy. You bucked against his hand, watching in stunned silence as he withdrew it only to stick his middle and pointer finger into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted you on him. 

“This is exactly what I mean,” you whined. “For Godric’s fucking sake, how am I supposed to concentrate after that?”

“Maybe we can compromise, angel.” He shuffled through your parchments and stuck one to the wall. “I’m going to trace the runes inside of you and if you get them all right, then I’ll give you your reward.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. Mattheo grinned before giving you a quick peck. “Pay attention, sweetheart.” 

His fingers dipped through your folds once more and you gripped his arm, fighting the moan from escaping your lips. Mattheo curled his fingers inside of you, drawing a familiar shape. 

“Urus,” you said in a breathy voice. “It means strength.”

“That’s right, angel.” He shifted as you ran your hands down his arms. You could feel his veins throbbing underneath your palm as he fingered you. “Don’t get distracted now. I know how much you love my hands. I promise they’ll be wrapped around your throat by the end of the night if you get all these right. Now focus.”

You nodded, eyes fluttering close as he traced another rune. “Algiz,” you answered. “For protection.” 

“Hot and smart,” Mattheo announced proudly. “How’d I get so lucky?”

His lips grazed yours and you willingly parted for him, fluttering around his fingers as his tongue slid into your mouth. He pumped his digits inside of you, teasing and taunting. 

“Let’s try something harder, princess.” 

Mattheo’s skillful fingers prodded against your walls, sketching a complicated shape. You closed your eyes and focused. It was a tricky one, but you remembered the cris cross pattern. 

“Inguz,” you said decidedly. “Fertility.” 

“That’s right,” Mattheo said with a smile. “You're doing so well, sweetheart. One more and you can have anything you want.” 

“Anything?” you asked with a small smile.

“Whatever that devious little mind of yours desires, my love.” 

“Okay,” you replied. “I’m ready, then.”

Your boyfriend nodded, staring right into your eyes as he marked the last and final rune. It was an effort not to get lost in those warm, brown eyes. But you steeled yourself, determined to claim your prize.

“Rerth. For luck.”

“Good girl,” Mattheo said with a smirk. “Fitting since you’re getting lucky tonight, angel. Where should we start?” 

You bit your lip, cocking your head at him. It was nearly an impossible choice. You wanted to kiss him. Bite him. Lick him. All of the above and more. 

But there was one thing that stood out from all the other deliciously sinful choices. You pressed your palm against his abs and grinned. 

“I want to ride your abs.”

Mattheo’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected it, but fuck he was so down. He would’ve given you anything with the way you were looking at him right now. 

“You never fail to surprise me,” he said fondly. “Well come on then, let’s make your filthy little fantasy a reality.” 

In one smooth move, he lifted you off the table and deposited you on top of his bed. Mattheo reclined against the headboard and watched with hungry eyes as you straddled his stomach. He smiled as you slipped the tie off your neck and looped it around him. 

It was a simple move, but so fucking sexy and possessive at the same time. You were claiming him. Mattheo was yours and you were his. You belonged to one another—mind, body, and soul. 

Mattheo trailed kisses down your neck and throat, leaving marks on your skin as his deft fingers made quick work of the first few buttons on your blouse. He leaned back and admired his work, his hands gripping your hips while you grinded your soaking wet sex against his muscles. 

He didn’t think it would feel this good. There was something about you using his body to get yourself off that fucking turned him on like no other. Mattheo lifted your skirt up, fisting the fabric in his hands and watching as you coated him with your arousal. 

The little whimpers you were making sounded like music to his ears. “My good little slut,” he said, squeezing your tits as you rode him with reckless abandon. “You’re so fucking filthy, baby. Using me to get yourself off. I’m just your fuck toy aren’t I princess?”

“So good,” you murmured. “You feel so good, Matty.”

The desperation in your voice set him off. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and bucked forward, smirking in satisfaction when you moaned. The ridges of his abs rubbed against your clit, providing the perfect amount of pressure to the sensitive area. 

“Keep riding me,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Just like that, angel. Such a good girl for me.”

You closed your eyes, lost to the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Mattheo gripped your chin, his voice rough around the edges as he spoke. “Open your eyes, darling. I want to watch you cum.”

His rich brown eyes pinned you in place, drinking in every detail. That sexy smirk curved against his lips as he hooked his arms behind his head, admiring the view of his girl riding him. 

“Look at you, baby. You’re making such a fucking mess. Such an innocent face, but you turn into a filthy whore when you’re with me.” 

“Only for you, Mattheo.” 

“Damn fucking right,” he said, sliding his hands under your skirt to rub at your clit. 

You bucked against him, riding out the high. Heat exploded in your core and seeped into your veins. Mattheo kissed you roughly, staking his claim on you as he devoured your moans. 

“That’s it, princess. Cum for me, pretty girl.”

The orgasm felt like a lightning strike. It hit you all at once, making your walls spasm as you came all over Mattheo’s abs. He cursed when he felt you soaking him through, utterly turned on by the mess that you’ve made. Mattheo had never been harder in his life. 

Your boyfriend peppered kisses on your face, pulling you taut to him as you came down from the high. Mattheo brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up so he could press his lips against yours. He groaned and held your hips down, grinding his boner against your ass. 

“I’m not done making you cum, princess. You’ve got one more in you, don’t you angel?” 

As sensitive as you were, your pussy throbbed at his words. When it came to Mattheo, you could never really get enough. 

“I thought I only got one reward. You’re spoiling me, Matty.” 

“There’s no question about it. You’re my spoiled rotten little princess. But this reward isn’t for you, it’s for me.” He smacked your ass, gesturing for you to get up. “Now come on, angel. I was serious about that desk.” 

He smirked as he walked you back to his desk, his hands disappearing underneath your skirt as he massaged your ass. Mattheo kissed you roughly before he flipped you over, bending you on the desk so you were face down and ass up. He flipped your skirt up, hissing when he found you soaking wet again.

“You just can’t help yourself can you, princess?” He pumped himself in his hand before sliding the tip of his cock along your folds. “Gods, you’re fucking wet. Are you ready, baby?” 

You whimpered, rocking your hips against him for more friction. Mattheo held you in place, fisting your hair in his hands. 

“Use your words, darling. I want to hear you beg like the good little slut that you are.” 

“Please, Matty,” you whined. “I need you so badly that it hurts.” 

He kissed the base of your spine, grinning as he eased his length inside of you. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you gripped the edges of the table as Mattheo buried his cock within your walls. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, but he kept you upright, cursing when he felt how wet and tight you were. 

“Fuck,” he grunted as he thrust into you slowly. Mattheo gripped you from behind, picking up the pace. Your pussy clenched around him like a vice. “Gods, pussy’s so good baby. You’re doing so well. Taking all of me like my perfect little whore.” 

Mattheo fucking adored the way you blushed at his filthy words. He leaned over, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as he fucked you into the table. He thought he was going to pass the fuck out when you grinded back into him, meeting his movements to take more and more of him. Mattheo leaned over and shielded your head from the wall, making sure you were protected as the table shook underneath you. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your breathy little moans was enough to send him over the edge, but he wanted to make good on his promise. Mattheo always put his girl first. The boys were right. He might be just a little bit pussy whipped. 

Even without the sex, you could’ve asked Mattheo to kill for you and he would’ve done so without question. 

“I fucking love you, darling. I’d kill for you. I’d die for you,” he said, every word laced with conviction. “Forever and always.” 

“I love you too, Matty. Forever and always.” 

He kissed your cheek, the action surprisingly soft compared to how rough the sex was. You felt like you could’ve melted onto the floor. 

“Cum with me, my love.” 

Mattheo wrapped his arms around you as that familiar heat spread burned in your core. He held you as the orgasm rocked through your body, sharing in the euphoric high while the two of you finished together. His grip around you only tightened, hugging you from behind while he slowly pulled out. You were barely keeping upright as it was, your legs threatening to give out under you. 

Without a word, your boyfriend scooped you into his arms and brought you back to bed. He cradled you against him, whispering praises and encouragement while stroking your hair. 

“You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you for remembering all those runes. You’re gonna ace your exam tomorrow.” 

“You really think so, Matty?” You snuggled against him, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Mattheo stroked your back and placed a kiss on your temple. 

“I know so, darling. You have no idea how proud I am for having such a smart girlfriend. I love bragging about you to our friends.” 

You flushed. “Well, I couldn’t have done it all on my own. I had some help from my smart, sweet, and sexy study partner.

Mattheo grinned and kissed you gently. “Glad to be of service, my love.” 

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[alucardsathomewife]

Would

[austinbutlerslovers]

Feral for Feyd

[he enjoyed the taste]

[satorella]

i miss him

[hotcupofdragons]

I am in your hands. And I am no longer afraid.

Please give credit if you use my gifs

[concreteangel92]

UNFUCKING WELL!!! 🥵🥵

That mic placement is absolutely unnecessary and I take it as a personal attack 👀

(Screenshots from a TikTok edit, hence the play button in the middle)

[restinslices]

Yo, still waiting for that if Tomas was a sub one (canon tbh)

Cannot believe I forgot. Y’all can boo me

Imma just come out and say it. He's such a whiny sub

There are characters that give me dom vibes but I think them as subs would be fun. There are characters that give me switch vibes. Tomas gives me only sub vibes. I don't detect a dom in there. idk, that's just me tho

So needy and whiny it'd probably throw you off when you see him doing anything other than begging you to touch him 

Cannot handle teasing at all. He's ok with teasing you but breaks easily when you tease him 

Honestly he can't backup any of the shit he talks. 

One of those subs who need attention at all times. Even if you're not interacting with him, he still wants you in the area 

Kinks I think he'd have are barebacking, biting, humiliation (a HUGE one and imma stand on it), breath play, collaring (in private), impact play, sex toys and sensory deprivation 

I just feel like he's a slut in disguise. Where's my proof? I made it the fuck up. I'm doing this for US 

If you have female anatomy he's also getting pegged. IDC IDC 

Humiliation is a big one for him because he knows it's still a safe space. You can taunt him about how he's a slut, write things on him, make him get off with something unusual, ect. but at the end of day you still love him and it's all for fun. 

You can tell when he's needy ‘cause he's extremely close to you. He follows you around normally, but he's right on your heels 

To torture him more you can pretend you have no idea what he wants. He knows you know and you know he knows, but watching him try to ignore how he feels ‘cause he doesn't wanna say it out loud is priceless. 

He also has a tendency to say he can't take anymore but in reality he wants you to keep going. This is a big guy, he can take it. 

There's two good punishments for him; Cockwarming and overstimulation 

Cockwarming because he can't handle teasing. It's so simple but he can't stand it and doesn't know which is worse; when you're inside of him (actual dick or strapon, doesn't matter) or when he's inside of you. Either way, it doesn't take long for him to apologize for whatever he's done and beg you to fuck him already. 

For overstimulation he gets turned on and cums pretty easily so it wouldn't take that much to overstimulate him. 

These two go well together. Cockwarming then overstimulation as a “isn't this what you wanted?”

What would make this better is quizzing him on something. His brain stops working when he's horny so quizzing him on Lin Kuei principles or something else he for sure knows adds to it. 

He knows he knows the answer but his brain is a fog. It kinda puts the punishment in his hands but that adds to the torture. If he could figure this out, then you'd actually fuck him (or you'd stop fucking him if you do this while overstimulating him)

As I'm typing this I thought of another thing that can be both a punishment but also something he enjoys. Dryhumping. Listen to me and listen to me well-

I can see him coming up behind you when you're alone and rubbing against you to let you know he's needy. And if you told him to keep going, he'd cum but it's not what he really wants to do. 

So him being in trouble and being forced to rub against you but not be inside you or have you inside him would drive him nuts. 

Aftercare for him would be showering together, cuddling and reassuring him you didn't mean any of the negative things you said. Especially after an intense punishment, he needs to hear you don't actually think negatively of him and you love him. 

Also reading together depending on the day. Just something really chill to pull him back to reality. 

I just realized he has the least amount of words so here are afterthoughts to fix that

I know I've called him whiny multiple times but I genuinely think sometimes he can't even form coherent sentences. All that comes out are noises 

Tries not to pout but does so anyway 

He can get off just from giving head 

Loves you leaving marks on him as long as he can cover it up. He can't be scrapping and the enemy sees a hickey on his neck

Tries to sneakily break rules. For example, if a rule is “no touching yourself when I'm gone” he'll do it anyway and try to get rid of the evidence. He'll shower, change clothes, clean any toy he used and whatever else he has to do but you somehow always know. 

Tomas is not the best liar and has some habits he does when lying, like tapping his fingertips together so you find out that way or from actually catching him and pretending you didn’t

The type to break rules on purpose if you haven't been giving him attention and then be surprised when actions have consequences 

Will call you whatever title you prefer if you don't just wanna go by your name

Like his brothers, he for sure could just throw you off but he never does. It adds to the fun. He's a skilled assassin but if you said “jump” he'd ask “how high?”

The best sub to have if you want one whos so pathetically in love with you but can be a little shit sometimes 

Even after his punishments, he keeps apologizing to make sure you're not actually mad at him. 

Probably begs you to cum inside him anyway you can

I see him and start tweaking fr

[cheetahspy]

He needs hugs

[draculasfavoritewife]

El Hambre (Hunger)

Summary: Getting Miguel to take a break is a full-time job unto itself, and requires a little extra incentive.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!Spider!Reader

Warnings: Lots of suggestive talk. Miguel being an ass hehe. A risky make-out in a public space, idiots in love CANNOT keep their hands to themselves. I put far too much of my descriptive powers into talking about how devastatingly sexy Miguel is. Also for my intents and purposes, Reader understands and speaks Spanish.

Note: I use the shortened version of his name "Mique" in my own writing just because I personally prefer it. Swap it with whatever nickname you prefer in your head :)

This is one of my personal favorite pieces I've written, and still makes me giggle like an evil maniac whenever I return to reread/edit it. I have shamelessly watched every Miguel scene in ATSV far too many times and will continue to do so; his image is already tattooed on the backs of my eyelids. As mentioned in my HCs, reader is a spider-hero, but I left her pretty vague on purpose -- feel free to fill in her costume/powers/skill set with your own spidersona!

*Spanish translations at the end! (I am fairly bilingual, but if I made a lil mistake here or there do forgive me)

He hasn’t turned away from his myriad glowing monitor screens in nearly ten minutes, standing like a damn statue with his feet wide apart and hands braced on his trim hips, only lifting to sharply swipe through any screens that serve him no purpose. Each tiny shift of weight, the rise and fall of his ribcage as he breathes, all the little things that prove he is still, in fact, alive, cast soft highlights over the swell and dip of taut muscle, every part of him coiled and ready to explode into action like the perfect hunting machine he is. 

Right now, though, his eyes are burning from overexposure to even the dim interior of his watch station, and with an annoyed sigh he turns his face to the side, long fingers rubbing furiously at where the bridge of his nose meets his brow in the hope of chasing away the dull ache gnawing there. 

“You do know that even though I don’t have spider-sense I can still hear you, right?” 

You let go of your strand of web and drop lightly to the platform behind him, pulling off your mask and tucking it away. “What gave me away, the sound of me drooling as I stared too long?” 

Shocking hell.

You’re in one of those moods. 

Miguel can’t quite decide if he’s too tired for this right now or if he’s curious how far you’ll try and push him on his home turf. And it’s that indecision that starts him digging his own grave. 

“I was going to say the way your heartbeat spikes every time you set foot in this room.” His voice comes out sweet and thick as honey, because he knows exactly what that tone does to you when he uses it.

“...And I can still smell my clothes on you. Did you sleep in my shirt again?” 

“Maybe.”

Actually, you’d fallen asleep in a veritable pile of his clothes — it had been a bit since he’d had a free night, okay, and you weren’t desperate you just missed him. 

That makes him chuckle. He can probably tell you’re omitting the whole truth. 

Miguel finally turns to fully face you, and you inhale quickly as always, at the way he towers so far above your head, how his wide shoulders block out the light from his screens so his silhouette swallows you in darkness. His hair is messy, and there are deep shadows under his eyes, but his pretty mouth is slanted in a wry grin and the set of his thick eyebrows hints at underlying amusement. 

“Cute,” is what he remarks at your wide blinking eyes and rapidly heating skin, and it makes him smirk wickedly, to see how that one word flusters you for the barest of seconds. You’ve told him multiple times that you hate being called “cute” by anybody else, but ever since the first time the word slipped past his lips when he really realized just how much smaller you were underneath his body….

Well, he knows the effect it can have. 

You scowl and regain your composure. “Don’t call me that.” 

Miguel’s only response is an easy shrug, a lift of one shoulder. “What’d you bring me?” He nods at the containers in your hands. 

“Entitled prick.” With a dramatic flourish, you whip them away from his claw-tipped fingers. “What makes you think these are for you?” The exchange is back in your court with his query, and you intend to keep it there. 

“Aren’t they always?” Dark eyes zero in on yours, their softness in the gloom betraying what the gesture means to him even if he won’t say it. 

With a huff, you thrust the thermos and small box into his chest, pretending you don’t keenly notice the way the impact sends a ripple through his impressive pectorals. “Coffee. And those stupid little empanadas you love so much.” 

“Not stupid.” He takes them from your grasp much more delicately than someone with hands so large should be able to. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a single craving for subpar food? Keeps me human.” 

He’s baiting you, knows that the words “not since I tasted you” are on the very tip of your tongue, because that’s just how your dirty mind works and he loves it. Can see the struggle on your face as you resolve not to say them aloud, and that almost goads him on more, to know you’re thinking it and just barely holding out so he doesn’t get the upper hand again quite yet. 

You settle yourself on a nearby console and gaze expectantly at him, swinging your legs. 

He gives you the side-eye as he sets your offerings down next to his work station.

“What.” 

“I’m not going anywhere until I see you eat something,” you inform him sweetly. 

Miguel groans. “Ay, loca, no eres mi madre. I’ll eat when I’m done running these last projections, okay?” 

You obstinately sit cross-legged on the console and make a show of getting comfortable for the long haul. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me, Handsome. I meant what I said.” 

He glares.

You glare back. 

Finally he opens the box with painstaking slowness — you see the way his nostrils flare at the scent of hot food, though you know he’d deny it — and he takes a large bite, maintaining eye contact the entire time he chews and swallows, each motion dripping with mockery. His tongue runs across the length of his upper lip far too sensually to be accidental, and you just catch the points of his fangs glinting in the partial darkness. 

“Better?” he drawls, dropping the empanada back in its container and leaning towards you. 

“That was one miserable bite! Doesn’t count.” 

His lip curls in a taunting sneer, and before you know what’s happening one of his powerful arms is on either side of you, his head cocked to one side as he studies you through half-lidded eyes. “Maybe your ears don’t work, Sweetheart. Tú no eres mi madre. ¿Comprendes?” 

You decide to change tactics. “Fine, fine. I’ll let it go. But —“ you gently push a few stray strands of hair away from his forehead, pausing to kiss the stress lines between his eyebrows. “— when was the last time you slept, Mique?” 

He rolls his eyes. “This morning —“ 

“For more than twenty minutes.” 

That makes him think. And by the way his gaze guiltily slides away from yours, he knows you won’t like the answer. “…When was the last time I stayed with you?” 

You sigh and cradle his strong jaw in your hands, thumbs massaging soft circles into his skin to get him to unclench his teeth. “That was four nights ago, Mique.” 

A long exhale escapes him, and he rests his head against your chest. It warms you, that he feels safe enough in the moment to let down his guard and actually show such intimate affection in his workspace. 

Or maybe he’s just that tired.

Either way, you’ll take it. 

You start working his back and shoulder muscles, kneading deeply into the firm knots where you know he holds onto everything — anger, grief, guilt, worry — Miguel does not talk through the mess in his head, preferring instead to let it fuel his savage strength. But when the adrenaline at last wears off, you know the toll it can take on his body. 

A sound halfway between a groan and a growl, and altogether far too suggestive for the time and place, rolls from deep in his chest and his hands tighten on the edge of the console, metal protesting as his talons curl into the hard surface. “Mierda. That’s tight.” 

“Should I stop?” You can’t quite tell if his reactions are spurred more by pain or pleasure.

With Miguel, the two often travel hand-in hand, anyway. 

“No.” To your disbelief, his hands uncurl from where they’re sunk into the console and travel to find your legs, teasing them apart so he can shove himself even closer and you have nowhere else to put them than around his waist, your heels resting just above his ass. “Keep going. Feels good.” 

“Someone’s touchy today, huh? And not in the usual way,” you tease, and then suddenly yelp as his hot, searching mouth lands right in the center of your chest, very noticeable through the thin material of your suit. One of his hands immediately clamps over your mouth to stifle any further sounds. 

“Cállate, Chula,” he warns, finally raising his eyes to yours again. You can see the crimson starting to smolder through in his irises, a sure sign that he’s giving in to having you right here in front of him, that you just might be a better use of his time than his projected calculations of multiverse-wide collapse.

He could use a break.

“You know people can hear you.” 

You push his hand aside. “Right, and that was totally way more audible than whatever sound you just made a minute ago.” 

“You know how I feel about it when you’re a brat to me,” he growls, snagging your lower lip with his thumb. 

“I think you love it,” you whisper, one of your own hands sliding up the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his dark hair. 

“I think that disrespectful mouth needs to be put to better use.” 

He hasn’t ever kissed you in his workspace before, and the forbidden feeling of it as he pushes you down on your back, pinning you to the console and stopping your mouth with his own sends a jolt down the entire length of your spine. Miguel has always been a wild kisser when he’s properly worked up, and you gasp out loud as his sharp teeth nip your lip, immediately followed by his tongue soothing the momentary sting. 

“I told you to be quiet,” he hums as he at last lets your mouths break apart. 

“You didn’t say you were gonna bite me, Cariño!” 

His answering smile is a wider one than you’ve seen in days. “Why would you ever assume no biting with me, Baby?” 

“…Fair point.” 

It takes you a minute to realize his fingertips are teasing the neck of your suit down bit by bit, leaving more and more of your throat exposed. “¿Qué haces, Mique?” 

He shushes you, this kiss a little more romantic and drawn out than the last. “You said you’d sit here ’til I ate something, hmm?” 

“Y-yes….” 

His gaze burns dark red and you suddenly feel the entire weight of him trapping you in place. 

“Well lucky you, pretty girl — you look a lot tastier than a cafeteria empanada right now.” 

He keeps one hand over your mouth as he attacks your neck, your shoulders, your wrists, anywhere that he knows gets a shiver out of you and that you’ve told him he can leave a mark. You try to keep still, you really do, but it's almost impossible with the Spanish endearments he mutters in your ears and the way his lips, teeth, and tongue take you on a seemingly endless rollercoaster of sensation. You hear him hiss once or twice when his onslaught makes your thighs tighten around his hips, but you can’t help it, can’t help trying to pull his body even closer, even though his heartbeat is already thundering against yours and your desperate breaths are rocking his lungs. 

When he finally uncovers your mouth again to let you take in more air, you splay your hands across his wide chest, prodding at the nearly-nonexistent layer of his digital suit. “Off.” 

“Mmm, I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he murmurs regretfully, and to your dismay, he suddenly releases you, picking up the coffee you brought him and swearing briefly in Spanish when he realizes it’s not as hot as he wanted anymore. “They’re looking for you.” 

You sit up quickly at the sound of youthful voices echoing faintly in the corridors but getting closer — your spiderlings, no doubt, wondering what on earth took you so long bringing O’Hara his dinner. You’re a mess, you realize, hair disheveled and suit boasting several tears in unfortunate areas where his claws caught, the skin beneath already bruising wherever his mouth was. 

“Catch your breath,” he advises around another bite of empanada, with all the smug tone of a life coach having just witnessed a breakdown (as if he wasn’t the sole cause of that breakdown). “You’ll need it, to explain away all of that.” 

“I hate you, Miguel O’Hara.” You grit your teeth and slide off of his equipment, halfheartedly readjusting yourself and tamping down the rising tide of desire he had the audacity to start. “You and that fancy body glove of yours.” 

“Just because no one can see what your nails have done to my back doesn’t mean it isn’t there,” he offers flippantly, as if that will do anything to fix your current state. “And I know by ‘hate’ you really mean ‘violently need me to make up for stopping short’. I have to come by for some of my missing clothes later anyway.” 

Hope blossoms in your chest. “You’re coming over tonight?” 

A thoughtful sip of coffee. “Unless LYLA kills me first for making her watch us go at it. I’ll pick something up for dinner, too. And who knows….” He steps closer, his free hand wandering from your back all the way down to your thigh and up again. “Maybe, if you tire me out real good, I’ll even get some sleep like you want?” 

Anticipation bubbles through your veins at the thought.

“Yeah. I’ll be waiting.” 

He gives your hip a sharp squeeze. “Atta girl.” 

A burst of chatter below heralds the arrival of your little clan of doting spider-kids, so you gather your wits and swing down to meet them, praying none of them put two and two together and actually get four. 

Miguel glances over the edge of the platform, and barely hides his satisfaction and amusement at the immediate flood of concern and questions that greets you: “What did this to you?! Are you okay?!”. 

He almost considers coming down there and setting the record straight when he hears you say, “It’s okay, Kids, really, don’t worry about it. Just got chomped a few times by a giant angry spider while I was on a mission. But he’s gonna pay for it next time, I swear.” 

No eres mi madre = You're not my mother

¿Comprendes? = Understand?

Mierda = (Expletive)

Cállate, Chula = Be quiet, Cutie

Cariño = Honey, Sweetheart

¿Qué haces? = What are you doing?

[yell0wsalt]

Very much normal about Aizawa in the season 7 My Hero Academia trailer

[slytherslvt]

im gonna be brave and not anon this, BUT ive been wanting to find holiday smut for AGES for even one sb, so might i suggest christmas or maybe halloween w/ theo? praise would be even better! 😌

By the Fire (smut)

Theodore Nott x FTM! Reader (reader has not transitioned yet.)

You and Theodore are staying in a cabin for the winter holidays, which Theodore rented. It's currently Christmas morning and the two of you are exchanging gifts.

Theodore hands you his last gift for you and he's smiling a lopsided smile. You're curious as to what it is.

The paper is ripped off the box and when you ope the box to reveal what's inside, you want to cry.

Theodore has gifted you a binder.

He knew you couldn't get one, considering the fact that you didn't have a lot of money for one.

"Teddy," you say softly. You move over to him, and kiss him. It's a soft kiss, but a long one. Theodore pulls you into his lap. You pull away, "Theo, thank you."

Theodore just smiles, "Anything for you, pretty boy."

The pet name makes your heart skip a beat. No matter how many times he calls you it, it has an effect on you.

Theodore leans in to kiss you this time and his lips are soft. He tastes like chocolate. Theodore's kisses are addicted and you're moving your hands to his hair, tugging on it gently.

Theodore's hands find the hem of your shirt and he pulls away to slip it off. He then goes back for another kiss. His mouth soon moves to your neck, kissing and biting at the skin there, leaving hickies.

Your head is rolled back, giving him more access.

He soon grows tired of your neck and moves down to your breasts kissing and biting at the skin there too.

"I need you so bad, Theodore," you plead.

"I know," Theoodre says. "And you'll have me. Soon."

"Not soon, now."

"Impatient, are we?" Theodore teases. You want to slap him.

He moves to slip off your pajama pants and underwear, and you're now fully revealed to Theodore.

"You're so gorgeous," Theodore says. He's seen you naked plenty of times, and he still compliments you. "My gorgeous boy."

He moves down, in between your thighs. He places kisses on them, before finally placing his tongue on where you need most.

A gasp escapes your mouth at the sensation.

Your hands find their way to his hair, needing something to hold onto. You tug gently at it when you orgasm.

You catch your breath before saying, "Theodore, I need you... I want you inside me, please?"

Theodore smiles softly, before moving to take off his clothes. He then positions himself above you, and slides his cock inside you. The feeling of him inside you makes you moan loudly.

His breathing is heavy as he moves inside you, almost gasp like. "Fuck, you feel so good."

Theodore's movements are soft and gentle. Your hands rake down his back as he leans in for another kiss. His kiss is soft too as his tongue slips inside your mouth.

You only pull away from the kiss when you're about to cum again. "Theodore, shit," you moan out. You cum.

Moments later, Theodore is about to cum as well, showed by the way his hips stutter and his messier thrusts. When he releases, he let's out a breathy whimper.

Theodore pulls out of you and rolls over onto his side when he catches his breath. The fire crackling brings you out of your haze.

"Now that my hunger for you has been satiated, I'm hungry for real food."

a/n: im so bad at smut i apologize. also on a different note, i need someone to call me pretty boy desperately.

[prettybubblesintheair]

Obsessed & in love: Benny Cross • Austin Butler ♡

[cicidarkarts]

My doggie Apollo and my husband Idrees just hanging out (sound on, AI voice)

[simplyelviss]

This is how I dress up arthur lol but his red tie always seems to disappear 😭

But God I need this man so bad it's scary

[wanderingsoul6261]

Credit for the gif goes to spagooterx

Hodari Pavel x Human!OC

Warning: sexual content below the cut. Minors do not interact. Swear words. Lots of them. I think that's it.

Enjoy this sin of a piece. Don't write this kind of stuff often so please bear with me. Ending is kind of rushed.

Emrys sat at the kitchen table, a cup of what she had known in her previous life to be coffee, in her hands. Her chapaa sat nestled in her lap. Hodari stood opposite of her, leaning back against the counter, void of a shirt, which Emrys had rightfully stolen the night before. He wore pajama bottoms, his legs crossed slightly as he took a sip from his own cup, his other hand propped up on the edge of the counter. 

She gazed at him, her eyes and smile soft as she took in his appearance. The way his hair is in disarray, having not yet combed it out yet for the day. The subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He caught her staring, the corner of his mouth lifting into an amused smile. 

“You're starin’, darlin.” Emrys snapped out of her stupor, catching his eyes with her own. 

“Sorry. It can't be helped.” She smiled cheekily, feeling appreciative that the two, although very hesitantly, had decided to take a day off from work. Emrys thoroughly enjoyed the domesticity between the two. 

Hodari didn't have much to say either, as his eyes moved down her body, at least what wasn't blocked by the table. He adored the way his shirt fit over her form. The way her pajama shorts fitted around her soft and plush thighs. She wasn't a model like the ones you would likely see in Bahari City, or as fit as the other humans, but he loved the little bit of extra skin on her thighs and stomach. It gave him a little extra to hold onto when he was-

Hodari let out a small cough,adjusting his stance as his head filled with pleasurable thoughts. It was Emrys’ turn to smirk in amusement, just as Najuma practically jumped out of her room, obviously excited of spending the day doing absolutely nothing with Her dad and Emrys. 

Then she registered that he wasn't wearing a shirt. 

“Eugh, dad. Put a shirt on.” She complained, skipping over to embrace Emrys in a quick good morning hug. Hodari only rolled his eyes and let out a huff, but obliged. He set his cup on the table next to Emrys, eyeing her chapaa as he stirred awake and pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head. 

She had raised her hand slightly, her touch lingering on his hip, her fingertips touching his skin and the cloth of his pajama bottoms. Hodari shivered slightly, moving away from her and pressing a kiss to Najuma's head as he walked pass her towards his room. 

When he returned, Hodari was dressed in mote day appropriate clothes, donning a regular t-shirt not claimed by Emrys and a pair of pants, leaving his jacket in the room. He returned for his cup, Emrys flashing him a wink as he turned to Najuma. 

“Go get dressed kiddo and I'll help you with one of your projects in the workshop.” When she disappeared, Hodari turned back to Emrys, who was presently taking a sip from her cup. 

He caged her against the table, one hand remaining on his cup while the other came around to settle on the table next to her. His breath fanned across her ear, causing her to shiver as he spoke. 

“That means you too, darlin. Change out of those clothes and into something more comfortable.” her breathing hitched, but she knew what Hodari was doing, and decided to play along. It always made the end of the night activities more exciting. 

“But these are comfortable.” as much as she tried to keep her cool, her voice gave her away, and she knew that Hodari caught it. A deep hum vibrated in his chest and she could feel it against her back. 

His hand moved from the table, moving down to the ends of the shirt, lifting it slightly as his fingers lightly ran along her bare skin. “I believe they would be a bit more comfortable on the bedroom floor.” His hand softly gripped the plush of her hip, letting out a noise of satisfaction in her ear as her breath hitched in her chest. “But we promised Najuma a day with her.” And with that, he withdrew his hand, but she still felt his touch lingering, as he walked towards the livingroom just as Najuma came bounding out of her bedroom. 

“Ready?!” She asked excitedly. 

Emrys coughed, regaining her composure as she squeezed her thighs together.

“You guys go ahead. Let me change out of my pajamas.” hodari looked back at her a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“don't take too long darlin. We’ll be waitin.” and with that, the father daughter duo wandered out of the house, Najuma’s excited rambling and Hodari’s soft chuckle being heard as they moved away from the house. 

Emrys ached to relieve herself right then and there, but in the end, had decided not to, quickly changing and meeting the other two at the workshop. She had arrived as Hodari crossed the workshop to grab some tools, looking at her with a smug look as she approached. He waited until she was in front of him and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, before leaning forward to finish grabbing the tools he and Najuma needed. 

“Did you touch yourself?” his voice was so soft, Emrys almost missed it. Her eyes widened slightly and her cheeks grew red. Hodari looked at her briefly, reaching for the last tool, awaiting an answer. 

“No.” She answered quickly, but honestly. Hodari let out a noise of satisfaction, content with her answer. 

“Good girl.” He breathed out as he walked back towards Najuma. Emrys grew weak in the knees, leaning against the work bench to support herself. 

“Are you okay Emrys? You look a little hot.” Najuma asked, genuinely concerned for her well being. Emrys glanced briefly at Hodari, who watched her with a knowing look, proud of how flustered he had made her with those simple words. 

“I alright kiddo. Probably just need to cool down.” 

“There's a pond right behind you.” Hodari pointed out. 

“Good point. Maybe I'll go for a swim.” 

“Oh! Me And dad are almost done!  We can join you!” 

And that's where they ended up. After a small swim, Emrys sat on the dock, her feet dipped into the water while Hodari casually floated on his back. Najuma sat on the bank across from the dock, her own foot dangling in the water, mindlessly tinkering away at a small gadget, excited chatter coming from her every now and then. 

Emrys watched Hodari float for a few moments, watching him and his rare moment of peace, before completely destroying it. Using her foot, she splashed water in his direction, startling him, snickering as he paused his floating, glared at her playfully, and then proceeded to swim towards her. 

He caged her on the dock, both hands on either side of her as he hoisted himself partially out of the water, hips settling in-between her legs. 

“That was very uncalled for, darlin.” 

“I thought it was very called for.” She grinned, her hands coming up to play with his wet strands of hair. 

“Goin to get y'self in a heap of trouble.” He warned, his eyes filled with desire, watching her. 

“Sounds fun.” She whispered, just as she used her other hand to swipe briefly over his clothed dick. Hodari shuddered, His arms threatened for a brief moment to collapse and send him back into the pond. 

“Darlin.” He warned dangerously. 

“My love.” She mocked back, a mischievous grin still on her face. He was quick to replace it though with surprise. Hodari slid back into the pond, and then proceeded to settle his hands on her plush hips, pulling her into the water to join him. 

She let out a startled noise as she was plunged into the water, but kept close to Hodari as he pushed her up against the one of the dock supports. He pushed his groin into her, showing her just how excited he was by just the simple teasing between the two of them. 

“If it was just us, in this moment, I'd have already taken you against this dock.”

A spark ran through her body as he brushed his fingers against her clothed pussy at the very same time he had said that. She swallowed, trying not to show him how much she was enjoying the moment, but could tell she was failing. A glint of amusement showed in his eyes as he took in her state. Eyes glazed over with lust. Breathing just a slight bit heavier. He did it again, taking pride in the way she bit her lip to stop the needy moan from escaping. When he pulled his fingers away, she released a frustrated grumble. 

“We can always go inside.” She almost sounded like she was begging, desperate for his touch. He tutted. 

“The day is for Najuma. Remember?” He asked. She let out an annoyed huff, and made a move to grab his cock, but he stopped her, just as Najuma called out to him. 

“Dad! What about muujin for dinner?” Hodari gave Emrys a cheeky grin,before turning to look at his daughter. 

“Sounds good kiddo. Want to give me a hand?” 

“What about Emrys?” She asked. 

“She wants to cool down a bit longer. She'll join us in a bit.” Emrys had opened her mouth to say something, but Hodari beat her to it. She jolted when she suddenly felt his hand slip inside her swim suit bottoms, rubbing against her clit and teasing her before withdrawing his hand just as quick as it slipped inside. Emrys bit her tongue, preventing an even louder and more frustrated moan from coming out as Hodari swam to the shore, his deep chuckle drifting to her ears as she focused on controlling herself. 

“Two can play that game.” She mumbled, throwing a mischievous glance at Hodari as he looked back at her, the threat of a dangerous game glinting in her eyes. He only looked smug, meeting Najuma at the entrance of the house. 

When Emrys had finished swimming, ultimately diving under to shock herself with the cold water, she had wandered inside, having wrapped herself in a towel that Hodari brought out for her while Najuma was tasked with watching the Muujin on the grill. She had gotten changed, using the probability of a picnic to further tease Hodari. Jel had been gracious enough to design a few sundresses for her, as she remembered them to be. She was never sure as to how Hodari would react to them, but upon wearing one for the first time several weeks ago, there was not a single doubt that the miner didn't appreciate her wearing one, because he most absolutely did. 

So here she was now, bringing out a few items to the father and daughter duo as they requested when she went inside to change. Najuma had been the one to snatch them from her hands, excited with the process of helping her father cook. Hodari, who had turned around to look at her, likely with the probability of saying something, had stopped short. 

He took in her appearance, the way the sundress went to just about mid thigh. The way it showed off her soft body had his mind going places that were not appropriate for the moment. When his eyes finally met hers, he saw the glint of amusement in them, knowing that she was playing this game with the intention to win. 

Emrys walked over to him, standing as close as she could get. 

“Cat got your tongue Pavel?” He let out a hum, swallowing as he looked at her. 

“No.” He leaned forward until his mouth brushed against the shell or her ear. “But it will later.” 

Not expecting that comeback, Emrys’ eyes went wide, a noise of surprise emitting from her lips. It was Hodari's turn to look smug, gripping her hips and pulling her closer, the ghost of a kiss on her lips. 

“Don't worry that pretty head of your's darlin. The teasin’ will amount to somethin’. Promise.” He whispered against her lips before turning to help Najuma. Emrys’ face glowed with a blush, her eyes on Hodari's back. “Lookin gorgeous by the way darlin.” Her blush grew brighter as she let out a meek thank you. She saw the smirk on his face, But she couldn't even be mad that it seemed to be that she was losing this game they had been playing all day. If anything, she didn't mind it.

“Anything I can do to help?” She asked. 

“Nope. Just take a seat and look pretty. Shouldn't be too hard.” He turned and winked at her. Her cheeks grew read again as she took a seat, almost instantly noticing the smile on Hodari’s face. Or was it a smug grin, knowing he could get her to do anything. Like a good girl. Arousal suddenly pooled between her legs and she clenched her thighs, taking a seat. She watched as Hodari taught Najuma the basics of cooking a Muujin steak, smiling softly at the duo. Lately it seemed as if the two were on far better terms, arguments being less frequent. 

“How do you like your steak darlin'?” Emrys blinked a few times, noticing both Najuma and Hodari staring at her. Najuma stared at her excitedly, clearly having enjoyed the day between the two of them. Hodari had an eye raises in amusement, as if the cogs in his mind were trying to work out exactly what she was thinking about. 

“Medium well.” She answered. A deep hum from Hodari followed, as he turned back to the grill to help Najuma cook her steak. 

A short time later, all three steaks were finished and the other two had taken a seat at the table. Hodari sat to Emrys’ right and Najuma sat across from them. The three of them held pleasant conversation, talking about their day together, with Hodari even commenting that it might have to happen a bit more often, that he wanted to spend some more time with his girls. Her heart swelled at the comment, noticing how Najuma's smile had also widened at the mention. 

About halfway through dinner, Hodari placed a hand on her thigh, underneath her sundress, and tried not to react to it. Her body grew warm though, enjoying the feel of his rough palm on the smooth and soft skin of her thigh. Instinctively, her legs fell open slightly, but Hodari definitely caught the movement. She noticed his smirk as he put another bite of food in his mouth. However, he made no movement to give her anything further, and instead rubbed his thumb along her skin. 

And it continued like that, even after the three of them were done eating. They conversed after dinner, sitting for about an hour and talking. It was actually more Najuma talking about her inventions, while both Emrys and Hodari listened, and when it came closer to an hour and a half having passed, Najuma had asked if he would be willing to help with one last thing in the workshop before he went to bed. He agreed and pressed a kiss to Emrys’ temple. 

“I'll be inside once I'm done Darlin’.” Emrys watched as Hodari walked side by side with her daughter to the workshop, already concocting her plan. As the father daughter duo reached the bridge to the workshop, Emrys stood up, cleaning up quickly from dinner and headed inside. She made a b-line right to his room, finding the dresser put in there just for her. 

Emrys easily found the lace lingerie she had snuck in there, slipped out of her sundress, only to put the lingerie on. And now she laid on the bed, waiting almost anxiously, for Hodari. It had been the first time she decided to wear such a thing for him, not having been much comfortable doing so before, and as she finally heard the heavy footfalls of his steps throughout the house, she grew even more anxious. 

She had held her breath as he opened the bedroom and took a step in, barely closing it when he looked up and at her. His eyes focused on her and he paused briefly for several seconds, before he slowly closed the door behind him. Emrys noticed that his pants appeared tighter and his eyes moved up and down the entire length of her body, darkening with lust. 

“First the sun dress. Now this? Are you tryin’ t’kill me darlin’?” Hodari asked, his voice thick with arousal as he took slow steps towards the bed. 

“Wasn’t sure you’d like it.” She answered honestly. 

“Like it? Fuck. Darlin’. I love it.” Relief spread through her body as she allowed herself to relax against the bed. He let out a hum of approval, finally reaching the bed and climbing onto it. His hand reached for her ankle, his fingers slowly and teasingly drifting up her leg as they fell open for him. “You're gorgeous in anything you wear.” He slotted himself in between her legs, pressing his groin against her, swooping down to press a passionate kiss to her lips. His hands fell to her hips, rubbing and gripping the soft skin as He grinded into her. “I'll make you feel good darlin’. Tonight's all about you.” A weak whine escaped her lips and he swallowed it with another, even more passionate kiss. His lips moved along her jaw, and then down to the hollow of her neck. “Took my teasin’ so well earlier. Such a good girl.” 

Hodari sat up, staring down at Emrys as he pulled his shirt over his head. He took in the sight of the lacy bra over her chest, the sight of her below him knocking the breath out of his lungs. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, breathing a bit heavier than she was several moments before. 

He climbed off the bed briefly, pulling his pants off, albeit a little bit too excitedly. He had almost fallen over, and Emrys couldn't help but let out a giggle. His eyes snapped to her, a playful grin on his face. 

“Not a word.” 

“I won't if you get over here and make sure I don't.” Her eyes twinkled as he let out a low groan. 

“Fuck darlin’.” 

“We aren't yet.” He let out a huff of breath as he climbed back onto the bed, his lips ghosting over her stomach, his hands rubbing over the soft plush skin of her waist and thighs. 

“We'll get there.” He mumbled softly, his lips leaving soft, barely noticeable kisses over the expanse of her stomach. Hodari wanted to worship her, show her just how much he loved her and every other part of her, and the soft plush skin of her waist and thighs were a top contender.

Her hands came down to run gently through his hair, the two of them making eye contact as he moved lower down her stomach. Her breath caught in her throat and he smirked against her skin, moving one hand from her waist and to her clothed center. His fingers teased her, rubbing up and down her pussy through the lingerie, before focusing on her clit. Emrys jolted, a sharp exhale escaping her lips at the sensation, the hand in Hodari's hair tightening. He let out a hum of approval against her skin, continuing his ministrations for several minutes, leaving her a heavily breathing and whining mess above him. 

“Hodari, please.” She begged, rolling her hips against his fingers in an attempt for more friction. 

“Since you asked so nicely, darlin’.” Hodari pulled her panties down. “Told you the cat would have my tongue.” He mumbled, and before Emrys could say another word, he attached his lips to her pussy, two fingers slipping inside easily for extra stimulation. A sharp inhale, followed by a low whine, filled the room, creating music for Hodari's ears as he pleasured her. He sucked on her clit as he slowly thrusted his fingers in and out of her, reveling in the way she squeezed his fingers, his cock growing impossibly harder. His other arm wrapped around one of her legs, spreading it a bit more and keeping it still as Emrys started to squirm. Hodari grinded his groin against the bed trying to seek some friction for himself as his tongue lapped at her clit, while also collecting the juices that escaped from around his fingers. He moaned, the action providing more stimulation for Emrys. She let out a high pitched moan, throwing her head back and arching her back. Hodari removed his arm from around her leg, and instead, splayed his hand across her stomach.

“Come on Darlin’.” He spoke against her clit, and then reattached his lips to it with renewed fervor. Between that and the fingers that continually thrusted in and out of her, stroking that bundle of nerves inside of her, she quickly reached her orgasm, her body trembling as Hodari continued to pleasure her through it, holding her still. He only stopped when she relaxed against the bed, her breathing heavy and fingers running through his hair as he looked up at her, taking in her blissed state as he pressed kisses to her inner thighs, his hands running up and down them. She was a beautiful sight, being fucked or not. 

She looked down at him, offering a shaky smile as he crawled up the bed and pressed a kiss to her lips, allowing her to taste the juices from her orgasm. One of her hands moved down to push his boxers off of him, and he helped her, replacing her hands with his own. 

His boxers were lost to the room, thrown somewhere out of sight as Emrys laid a hand upon his cock, stroking it gently. Hodari sat back, closing his eyes as he let out a low groan, his hips bucking. 

“Fuck darlin’.” Her thumb played with the tip, causing him to shudder. She strokes him several more times, before he stops her.“Keep doing that and I won't ever make it inside of you.” Hodari pulled her in for another kiss, unclasping her bra and helping it off to her, before it too was also lost to the room. 

Hodari positioned himself against her, giving her a few seconds before he started to sink inside of her. Emrys instantly squeezed around him, causing him to pause and for another low groan to escape his mouth. Expletives escaped his mouth, before he continued to push inside, her own whines and whimpers filling the room.

He sat like that for several minutes, watching as Emrys squirmed, filled to the brim with his cock. Hodari looked down at where they were joined together, his thumb moving to flick her clit. She jolted, a whimper escaping her mouth. 

“Hodari, fucking move, please. Before I push you off of me and get myself off.” 

“Can't have that, now can we darlin’. Gotta make my girl feel good.” Hodari started to thrust his hips, letting his cock sink inside of her before pulling back and doing it over and over again, loving the instantaneous reaction he received from Emrys. Her pussy clenched around him, drawing noises from Hodari as he thrusted into her, moving his hips at a quick pace. He looked at her, catching her blissed gaze as she stared up at him. Emrys’ eyes were glazed over with pure pleasure, hooded, mouth dropped open slightly. Her breath was caught in her throat from the immense pleasure, barely able to make any noise. He looked down at where his cock thrusted in and out of her pussy, reveling in the noise and juices. One of his hands moved from her hip to her sternum, where she moved it to her throat instead.

Hodari snapped his gaze back to her, back to the hooded eyes. In her fucked out gaze, held a challenge, and he squeezed slightly, testing the waters. A moan slipped out from between her lips, filling the air, followed by more whimpers and whines. He snapped his hips a bit harshly, enjoying this newfound information,getting another sharp inhale and moan from Emrys, her back arching.

“That's it darlin’. Let me hear you.” A whine escaped her lips as she reached a hand down to rub her clit, and Hodari kissed her, drinking in the noises she emitted from the added stimulation. His lips moved along her jaw and down her neck, finding her pulse point. Both of his hands moved down to her waist, grabbing her soft and plush body, increasing the speed in which he fucked her. Her body started to tremble, legs shaking as Hodari felt the familiar feeling growing in himself. “That’s it darlin’. Cum for me. Show me how pretty you look when you do.” Her back arched again, and Hodari pressed his lips to her breasts, pressing a dozen kisses against her skin, feeling cocky and even leaving a few hickeys across her skin. She squeezed around him as her breathing picked up, before the string of pleasure finally snapped and she let out a wanton moan, her orgasm knocking into her full force, her hand halting their ministrations on her clit as her orgasm took over. 

Hodari drew in the sight, appreciating how wonderful she looked, a mess from being fucked, the smell of sex in the air and clinging to their bodies, how blissful she looked as he fucked her through his orgasm. It only took a few more thrusts from him before he spilled inside of her, her neck swallowing his own moans as his hips stuttered 

Hodari held himself above her, his face buried in her neck, before placing gentle kisses on her shoulder, moving to place a final one on her lips. He eased himself out of her, a low whine escaping her at the loss of him. His eyes focused on her though, a soft smile on his face, a blush growing on her face. 

“Absolutely gorgeous.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, his hands coming up to hold her face. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.” Emrys watched as he tossed his shirt in her direction, before putting on his boxers. He trekked towards the bedroom door, peeking outside before leaving, only to return a few moments later with a wet towel. Hodari walked back over to her, gently spreading her legs to clean up the mess. She jolted slightly at the sensitivity, but relaxed as he wiped her clean. 

“I love you.” Emrys spoke softly, a fond gaze rested on Hodari. He turned to her, a smile on his face as he finished, tossing the towel in their basket for dirty clothes. Crossing the room, he climbed back into the bed, wrapping himself around her. 

“Love you too darlin’.” 

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