#also of course it's on the back of my thigh

[demie90s]

Request from Pookie: @heartsforari

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Start Biting Paige Bueckers or Arms

Paige Bueckers x Fem!Reader

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Vibe: Toned-arm obsession, chaotic cuddling, light biting, horny softness

Warnings: Suggestive content, biting (playful but also… not), lowkey obsession

Tone: Flirty, funny, intense with soft moments, cannibal-coded

Word Count ~ 2.1k

It started with her hoodie sleeves.

Specifically, the way she’d roll them up to the elbows—casual, effortless, like she didn’t know what she was doing. Like the muscle definition in her forearms wasn’t enough to stop traffic. Like she didn’t bend her wrist back while tying her shoes, showing off tendons and veins that looked like God handcrafted them during a moment of divine precision.

She was built. She’s 6’0. She had the arms of someone who could lift you and your entire attitude, throw you over her shoulder, like nothing happened. I was hanging on by a thread. Going through something spiritual.

I told her once. Just once. I said, “You ever roll your sleeves up like that again, and I might bite you.”

She laughed. Thought I was playing. Thought.

We were laid up on her couch, a random Saturday. Hoodie weather. Blankets. Something playing in the background—some game, probably, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was slouched into her side, one leg over hers, head leaning against her shoulder like I belonged there.

And maybe I did. But also? Maybe I was suffering.

Every time she moved, every time her fingers twitched or she reached for her drink, the muscles in her arm would flex just a little. Not even on purpose. Just enough to remind me that she was built like a Greek statue and had no idea the hold she had on me.

It was the curve of her bicep. The veins. That solid, smooth strength under soft skin. And she was so casual about it. Talking to me like everything was normal. Laughing. Relaxed.

So when she reached forward again, arm stretching across me to grab the remote, I blinked… and then just bit her.

Deadass. No hesitation. No warning. Just opened my mouth, leaned down, and sank my teeth into that perfect spot between her elbow and her shoulder.

Firm. Solid. Delicious. She flinched like I stabbed her.

“What the fuck?!” Paige yelped, snatching her arm back and staring at me with wide eyes. “Did you just—did you bite me?!”

I blinked up at her slowly, still pressed against the couch cushion like I hadn’t just gone full cannibal.

“…yeah.”

She just stared, holding her arm like I took a chunk out of her. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, completely deadpan. “I just… I looked at it, and I needed it in my mouth.”

“Girl.” Her face dropped.

“What you want me to say? My bad?”

“You’re not sorry.”

“Of course I’m not sorry. You built like that. You walk around with these arms and expect me to act normal?” She rubbed the bite mark like she was trying to erase the memory.

“That’s insane behavior,” she muttered, eyes still on me. “You bit me like a snack.”

“You are a snack,” I said defensively, leaning back in like I was gonna do it again.

She moved her arm just out of reach. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

I pouted, leaning into her lap like a sad, hungry puppy. “Just one more…”

“No.”

“Just a little one. A nibble.”

“Go brush your teeth.”

“Let me love you.”

“Get off me.”

But she was smiling now. She pulled her sleeve down and tried to act mad. Tried to turn back to the game like I didn’t just lose my entire mind over her triceps. But her hand found my thigh a few minutes later—just resting there, warm and easy. And when I leaned in and whispered, “That bite came from a place of love,” she rolled her eyes.

But she didn’t move her arm. And I didn’t bite again.

I don’t know what came over me.

One second I was just looking at her—like normal, like every other second of my goddamn day—and the next, I was moving. Lunging. There wasn’t a thought in my head, just raw instinct, pure muscle memory built off months of holding it together.

And then I bit her.

Hard enough to make her hiss through her teeth. Not hard enough to bruise. But enough to feel it. Right on her arm, near that thick line of muscle that forms when she flexes, when she holds herself up, when she wraps herself around me like a shield.

She blinked, slow. Looked down at me like I was wild prey in her kitchen.

“You did not just bite me again.”

I grinned, already inching back in for more. “You’re too fine to be walking around like that and expect me not to respond.”

Before I could get a second taste, she grabbed me—with ease—and in one smooth, practiced motion, Paige Bueckers threw me over her shoulder like she worked security at TSA.

Upside down and full of love.

“Oh my God— Paige!” I shouted, hanging there like a sack of flour. “Why is this making me worse?”

“You need help,” she muttered, marching toward the bed like I weighed nothing. “You’re not normal.”

“And I don’t wanna be!”

She tossed me on the bed like she was unloading a carry-on and stepped back, arms crossed, breathing like she was trying not to laugh. I laid there flat, stunned, starry-eyed, hair wild, staring up at her like she just split the sea in front of me.

She had the nerve to stretch a little, hoodie riding up, exposing the peak of her stomach and those arms again.

I rose like a demon.

Crawled to the edge of the bed like I was being summoned by divine force. And then I grabbed her arm—gently this time—and pressed a kiss to the inside of her forearm.

She flinched. “No.” I kissed her again, higher.

“No biting.”

I kissed her tricep. “I’m not biting.”

“You said that before.”

I kissed the curve of her shoulder, slow. Reverent. And then I did it. Bit.

Soft. Gentle. Like a lover’s nibble. Like worship. Just a little pressure with my teeth, lips warm, tongue following after with a soft hum of contentment.

She pulled her arm back an inch, staring down at me.

“Yo… are you alright?”

I just smiled up at her, teeth catching my bottom lip.

“No,” I whispered.

Then I reached for her waist. Pulled her closer. Let my hands slide under her hoodie, over her hips, thumbs brushing the cut of her sides. My mouth was back on her arm, kissing, nuzzling, teeth grazing again and again like I needed it to breathe.

“You’re so fine it’s actually a problem,” I murmured against her skin.

She exhaled hard. “I swear if you leave teeth marks—”

“Then you’ll know who you belong to.”

She stared at me. Shook her head. But didn’t pull away. Didn’t stop me either.

Her hand slid into my hair—slow at first, like she was just trying to move it, keep it out of my face while I kept kissing up her arm like I was reading Braille with my mouth. But then she gripped.

Not hard. Not rough. Just… firm. Fingers curling into the roots, holding me in place while I hummed against her skin like she just gave me my favorite flavor. My lips were right on that perfect curve between her bicep and shoulder, and when I felt her tug ever so slightly—ever so slightly—I paused.

Mid-bite. Mid-kiss. I looked up at her, still attached to her damn arm, with the dumbest, horniest expression imaginable.

Eyes half-lidded. Mouth open. Completely gone. Like I didn’t know whether to keep kissing her or bark.

“You really like this,” she muttered, half-annoyed, half-somewhere else entirely.

My mouth was still on her arm when I nodded, slow. Unbothered. Unashamed. I was thriving.

“You put your hand in my hair,” I said, muffled against her skin. “You trying to fuck?”

She stared down at me like I was a wild animal she accidentally raised from birth. “You need to be institutionalized.”

“And yet,” I whispered, trailing kisses down her forearm, “here you are. Feeding me.”

Another tug. A little sharper this time. I gasped. Froze. Smirked. Looked back up at her like she just awakened something she wasn’t ready to answer for.

“You gon’ take responsibility for this?” I asked, guiding her hand back into my hair.

She didn’t answer. She just let me kiss her again, slower now. My hands running down her waist. My lips chasing every muscle like I wanted to learn her body by heart. And I did.

“God,” she groaned, finally pulling me back by the hair just enough to make me arch. “You’re so—”

“In love?” I offered, dizzy with it.

She shook her head, but her eyes were hungry now.

“You’re lucky I like crazy.”

“You better,” I whispered, sliding back onto the bed with my arms wide. “You made me like this.”

She was just holding herself up. Just… bracing on the bed, one arm beside my head, the other lightly tugging my hair like she was keeping me grounded. Like she knew I was seconds from floating out of my body and into horny heaven.

And all I could see—all I could think about—were her arms.

Veins. Flexed. Solid. Skin smooth and warm under my hands. I was palming her biceps like I paid for them. Gripping like I had the right. And maybe I did. God knows I earned this moment after years of suffering.

I licked my lips, eyes locked on her forearm. My voice came out low, stupid, wrecked.

“I could honestly get off to just your arms.”

Paige blinked. “What?”

“Fuck,” I breathed, squeezing again. “You look so good, Paige. Like, disrespectfully good. You ever think about what that’s like for the rest of us? Having to look at you?”

She blinked down at me, half-laughing, half-shocked, but I was already kissing her again. Not her mouth—her bicep. Open-mouthed. Slow. Like she was a sin I was desperate to commit twice.

“I’m not even trying right now,” she said, voice tight with disbelief.

“That’s the worst part.” My lips moved up to her shoulder, dragging, desperate. “You’re just existing. You’re hovering over me with these goddamn arms, and I’m two seconds from moaning over muscle definition.”

“You are insane.”

“I’m in love,” I whispered against her skin. “And you’re mean for not understanding how bad you’ve got me.”

She shook her head slowly, like she couldn’t believe me. But her hips pressed down. Just enough. Just enough.

“Say one more thing about my arms,” she murmured, close enough that our noses brushed. I grinned.

“I’d let you crush my skull between them.”

She laughed. That low, breathless kind of laugh she only gives when she’s genuinely surprised by me. Then she shook her head, like I’m the ridiculous one, and laid back on the bed, arms behind her head like she was clocking out.

She really thought I was done.

Like I hadn’t just confessed that her arms could end me. Like I hadn’t spent the last ten minutes kissing them like scripture and moaning into her skin. She laid down. So I climbed on top.

Didn’t even wait. Just swung a leg over her hips and sat. Pressed myself down slowly, deliberately, mouth already back on her forearm.

“Oh my god—” she groaned.

But I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I was moving against her now, slow and grinding like my body had its own agenda, hands wrapped around her biceps again like I was trying to memorize the way they felt under my palms. My mouth was dragging open kisses up the curve of her shoulder. Hickies. Hot breath. Tongue.

Every now and then I’d bite—just a little. My teeth would sink in with a hum I couldn’t hold back, and I’d flinch, trying to pull myself back from really biting, from marking her up like she belonged to me.

Spoiler: she did.

“Yo,” she gasped under me, half-laughing, half-concerned, “are you seriously—can you really get off to this?! It’s just arms!”

“It’s your arms,” I said, breathless. “That’s different.”

She shifted under me, but not to push me off. No, her hands found my thighs, grounding me. Her head tilted back, eyes closed, like she was trying to keep it together. And me? I was panting, grinding, lips dragging down the inside of her arm like I was feeding off of her. Like this was survival.

I kissed her again, right over a new hickey blooming on her bicep, and whispered, “I could come just like this. No hands. Just you. Just this.”

She groaned. Actually groaned. Her hands gripped tighter on my thighs.

“I am so scared of you,” she muttered.

“I’m scared of me.”

She opened her eyes then, looked at me like she’d finally accepted that I was not okay—and that maybe, just maybe, she liked it. Because she didn’t tell me to stop. Didn’t move me. She just let me work through it. Let me kiss and grind and whimper into her arms like I was starved.

“You’re so fine,” I breathed against her shoulder. “You don’t even know.”

“I’m starting to.”

“Good,” I whispered, biting down again, slow and sweet and worshipful. “Now shut up and let me adore you.”

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[t6ji]

— keep it secret.

toji as your brother’s best friend who’s also like a brother in public but fingers you secretly behind the doors is just…

your brother left to grab snacks.

ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops. enough time for a grocery run. not enough time to be doing this. not enough time for you to be in toji’s lap, thighs spread, skirt bunched around your waist, and his fingers knuckle-deep inside you.

but here you are anyway.

the door’s still shut. your breathing’s not.

“fuckin’ filthy,” toji mutters against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin like he could taste your pulse. “i don’t even have to ask if you’re wet.”

you are. soaked, actually. embarrassingly so.

his fingers slide out and back in with ease, curling slow, dragging against that one sweet spot that makes your back arch and your knees shake. he knows exactly what he’s doing. of course he does. this man’s dangerous with his hands and even worse with that smug-ass voice.

“what would he think, huh?”

toji’s mouth moves lazily along your jaw, kissing between words, fingers never stopping.

“his sweet little sister like this—legs wide, whimperin’ in my lap like she’s never been touched before.”

you try to bite your lip to keep the sound in, but it slips anyway—soft, high, trembling at the edge.

toji grins.

“that’s it. let me hear you.”

his thumb brushes your clit, featherlight. teasing. “toji..” you jerk. he laughs, low and dark.

“you’re so fuckin’ sensitive. has no one touched you like this before?”

you don’t answer. you can’t. not when your body’s already reacting to him like it’s the only thing that matters.

“you’re squeezin’ my fingers so tight, baby,” he groans, pressing his palm harder against you, letting you grind down. “you want more?”

you nod. it’s pathetic how quick it is. how desperate.

he rewards you with a slow roll of his wrist, fucking into you deeper, the rhythm dragging slick sounds into the air between you. your thighs are shaking. your hands are fisting the hem of his shirt. your eyes are glassy and wide and blinking way too fast.

“so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he says, voice quieter now. tender. cruel.

“fuckin’ leaking all over my hand and you’re still takin’ it like a good girl.”

you don’t realize you’re clenching around him until he groans again—this time sharper, almost strained.

“yeah, keep doin’ that and you’re gonna cum all over me.”

you whimper. your hips are chasing his hand now, rolling without control. you can’t even be embarrassed about it—not when his fingers are everywhere you need them to be.

“you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”

he nips your earlobe, free hand sliding up your stomach, holding you tighter.

“gonna let me make a mess outta you before he gets back?”

you nod, breathless. you’re right there, dizzy with it. and the second his thumb presses down—

you shatter.

quietly, but fully. jaw slack, back arched, thighs trembling as your body gives in. his fingers never stop moving—just enough to pull it out of you. just enough to worship it.

“there we go,” he whispers. kisses the side of your face like you didn’t just cum on his hand. “that’s my girl.”

you’re still shaking when he finally pulls out, wiping his fingers along your inner thigh like he wants to leave a mark there.

and then—

he licks them clean.

“next time,” he says with a smirk, as you catch your breath, “you’re riding me.”

t6ji | 2025 prod — do not copy, reuse, or translate anything written on this blog.

[superhoeva]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 – 𝐚. 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐲 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭; +𝟏𝟖) | OKAY. very nervous and excited about this one. it was supposed to be a two paragraph blurb... then it balloned as it always does. very special thanks to @robbyology for their kind words about exploring kink in fic. i've become sooo much more open with others and myself when writing/reading taboo and dark fics but still start shaking in my boots when trying to show that growth. eneeways, i hope you find this as hot as i did! i need this man so bad y'all, i'm SICK. if anyone can guess where i got the title from, i'll give you my a cookie <3 word count is sitting at 1.2k :)

warning(s) include language, watersports, holding!kink, freaky!pope, taboo/dubcon, reader has a vagina, pope wants to watch you pee, bodily fluids, public urination; also PLEASE remember this is fiction. do NOT hold in your pee regularly unless you want kidney failure (which can very much kill you)

Of course, Pope doesn't realize he has a piss kink until you're sitting in the passenger's seat of his truck, leg bouncing and gritting your teeth. He immediately asks you what's wrong and you reassure him that you're fine.

"Just gotta pee..." you clarify, and his eyes zip to your clenched thighs.

Gulping, he thinks. You're on the interstate and will be for a while.

"Well... you want me to pull over or–"

You interrupt him with a shake of your head. "No. No, it's fine. Don't wanna go on the side of the road."

Pope shuffles in his place, flicking his stare to you again.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, Pope. I'm good, just try not to hit any–" Thump. The vehicle jumps with a hard jerk, Pope steadying the steering wheel as you gasp and shut your eyes. Your thighs shut even tighter, a groan pouring from you after you hold your seat with a worried grip. "...bumps."

Mumbling a sorry, Pope scratches the back of his head. A thousand words are stuck in his throat and they won't move. Not with you less than an arms length away, doing a bad job at hiding your squirm and quiet groans.

Shit. Why the fuck is he getting hard? Is he that into you that the sight of you struggling to hold your piss is getting to him this badly? The answer is a resounding yes, and he's rock solid and bulging through the crotch of his jeans not even a few minutes later.

Luckily... or unluckily... you're too busy trying not to pee all over his seat. Fuck, the thought of that does not help the man, who ends up grunting out loud before he can stop himself.

There's a shift that happens in Pope after that... one driven by the thoughts of his cock and not his brain. He inhales silently, pushing out his next question on a tight breath.

"...they were really pushing the drinks there, weren't they. You had to have... what? Four? Five? Was kind of impressive, actually. Chugged 'em all like a damn champ."

Pope doesn't look at you when he speaks. But he can still feel the helpless stare you throw his way, your eyebrows furrowed and body rigid as you squeeze. He bets you feel great, all warm and clenched. and he wonders how much warmer you'd feel if he can coax you into letting it go while he was still inside you.

Go ahead. Call him a freak, it's nothing he hasn't heard before.

"Andrew," you call out, the strain of your voice twitching his cock. The fidgeting you're doing is getting worse. More noticeable, more desperate, more distressed.

"Sorry. s'probably not helping, is it? Me talking 'bout drinkin' stuff," Pope continues, making sure to drive over the small hole in the road he sees a few feet ahead. The truck bounces again.

"Shit–seriously," you start, voice wobbly with what sounds a little like embarrassment. You turn to him halfway, eyes pleading. "No more bumps. please, or you'll make me piss my pants."

"Might be you're only option, darlin'," he eases out, swallow at the way your eyebrows furrow at his words. "Don't see another exit comin' up for a while."

You curse again, this time to yourself and quieter. Turning your head from him and to the window, you bite hard into the inside of your cheek as your bladder inches closer and closer to giving out.

Not one part of you is willing to admit that the pressure feels... nice. Better than nice and it's making you wet as you sit here next to the man who is unknowingly the usual cause of your arousal.

Out of the corner of the eye, you see the thick of his arms flex as they readjust themselves.

Hm. Okay.

You need out of this car.

Now.

"Okay, yeah. P-pull over, 'm not gonna make it back into town," you tell Pope, who feels a heat bloom throughout his chest.

He obeys you with zero words, merging the truck and pulling it to an easing stop. The rasp of his voice sounds just as you're rushing to unbuckle and pop open the door.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Just wait–

"Pope, what–"

"Can I watch?"

For the first time since you've gotten in the car, you freeze. It becomes so silent that you can almost hear the gulp that bobs Pope's throat. When you swivel your head, he doesn't look at you... not until you let out a small what?

A long inhale rises his chest and he holds it for a few seconds before huffing out the air, eyes cutting to look at yours.

"Can I?"

Pope doesn't blink the entire time you think on an answer. his heart jumps in his chest when you finally open your mouth.

"...okay."

He follows you away from the truck and behind a thick gathering of trees. Mouth settled in a hard lie to stop him from grimacing at the way his dick is rubbing against the fabric in his jeans with every other step.

Stomach flipping when you stop, you turn and blink at Pope. throwing him a tense smile, he quirks his mouth at you.

"So i'm just gonna..." you sputter out and he nods reassuringly, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

"Do your thing," Pope tells you, scanning his stare to make sure no one else is around. Once he's certain, he looks back to you... eyes darkening when you start to unbutton your jeans.

Hooking your thumbs at the waistband, you pause.

"Do you... do you wanna get closer?"

Pope's answer is a hesitant step toward you. One that sucks the air from your lungs and compels you to pull your bottoms the rest of your way down. His breath hitches as you reveal yourself to him and he shudders all over.

He studies you, unmoving and eyes cemented while you lower into a deep squat and lean against the nearest tree. There's no use in trying to stop the sinking of his stare. rattling with a shaky, sharp inhale, Pope watches you... mesmerized as you finally release.

Jesus, you sound like you're coming with the noises you're making. choking out groans of relief and sweet whines. Your stream is strong and loud splashing beneath you messily, and Pope's mouth is damn near watering at your exposed slit.

"Fuck, that's pretty," the man mumbles to himself, hands clenched into tight fists. His cock is pulsing and now he's unsure that he'll make it home with needing some kind of relief of his own.

You finish with a easy trickle, and Pope hurries to offer his arm. Taking your hand, he tugs you upwards in complete silence, and you end up closer to him than you expect. It stays quiet between the two of you as Pope bends and helps you underwear and jeans back into place.

Buttoning your jeans, Pope floats his face near yours with a bite of his lip. All you can do is look at him. He looks right back.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"Thank you," Pope replies lowly, hands dragging across your hips before he pulls them away.

You don't think about your next move, you just do it. Grab the thick bulge between his legs and pressing until Pope croaks.

"Might need a few more minutes," the man grates out, voice edging with a held back laugh.

Pope groans out again when you squeeze him harder.

"No worries," you bob your head, eyes brightening a touch. "...Can I watch?"

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[soulsforsales]

Jason Todd Head Canons

(This is reallllyyyy rough but it's here bcs I missed y'all and disappeared for days - was dragged to a summer family trip against my will. I also wrote most of this half asleep on the bus. Bear with me.)

(warning: suggestive nsfw in one of the hcs, nothing explicit)

Jason Todd never ever sleeps with his back facing you. Why? He thinks it's just rude. And he has the need to protect you even in his sleep because what if he sleeps with his back to you and you're not there when he wakes up? I mean, if he has a bullet wound in his side, he'll just sleep on his back so he can keep an eye on you. He reaches out for you - your waist, your hand, your thigh - every time he has a nightmare or if a bad memory is resurfacing. He won't say it out loud, but you ground him. ALSO, why would he sleep facing the wall when he can stare at you falling asleep? (Not creepy, I promise.)

Jason Todd smokes cigarettes to deal with emotional pain (he has cigarette burn scars on his forearm. He says they were bad accidents. You know better), and he smokes weed to deal with physical pain. However, he tries really, really hard to give up both when he realises you clearly don't appreciate it. Besides, he has you now, he'd much rather hold you through it than a cigarette or a blunt.

Jason Todd comes from patrol exhausted and weary to the bone, but he wants to spend time with you anyway. Especially, if either of you has been away for a long time. Usually, he would just cuddle with you until you both fall asleep or have you read to him with his head on your chest and your fingers carding through his hair. It's the safest place he has ever known. But when you do have sex after a long night of patrol, I just imagine him collapsing on top of you. Like, you're done with the aftermath, he's peppering your skin with soft kisses, one lands on your shoulder, then your neck before Jason buries his face against it and then just thud, he passes out on top of you with his full body weight, sleeping like a child and he looks too much at peace for you to wake him up even though your ribs are probably crushed now.

Jason Todd never needed to make himself small. His height, size, body, and presence help him intimidate criminals. But with you? That's not the matter. He's not trying to scare, or loom, or prove something. He's just loving you, and being loved by you. With you, Jason doesn't care. He kneels before you and presses his face against your stomach in worship. He leans down to kiss you every time, and to hear what you have to say. He bends down to help you tie your laces, pick stuff you drop, or just help with anything he can. He knows he'll get on his knees again and beg without a second thought if you ever leave him. There's no ego, no pride, no toxic masculinity in him. There's just Jason. And he's more of a human and less of a weapon with you, because of you.

Jason Todd is proud of you. Not just of your accomplishments, but of you, as a person. I mean, of course, he rambles about your achievements to literally anyone who will listen. But more than that, he's so, so proud to just call you his. He always introduces you with: "This is my girlfriend/wife/partner," with a kind of pride he never seems to have for himself. You can see it in his eyes, the way they shine with: "Do you see this amazing person? I get to call her mine. Do you have any idea how much that means to me?" And you see it. Of course, you do. You're just as proud to call him yours.

Jason Todd helps around the household in every way he can. Because, yes, he's Red Hood and goes on patrol, but he also sees how hard you work. He always notices how you wait for him late into the night, even when he knows you're exhausted and just want to sleep. It's better with his arms around you, is what you say at least. Anyway, Jason always does what he can, because he loves you and loving you means taking care of you and helping you even when you don't admit that you need it. He fixes things, cleans shelves, wipes down counters, cooks for you, does the dishes, and so on. Also, he has this thing where he believes that he has to prove to be useful to be loved, that's just how he feels after being abandoned so many times. But you appreciate his help more than he knows, even if it doesn't always come from a place of safety. You let him know he's enough anyway. Helping just means he cares.

Jason Todd does not have a lock on his phone (like, poor baby barely knows how to use it), he only has it to talk to you and reply to your texts. He has three burner phones for Red Hood business tho, with the same numbers saved in them (probably Roy, Dick, and Bruce). He's just the biggest green flag. Never does anything to make you insecure, constant touches, constant check-ins, random compliments, no wandering eyes, just you.

Jason Todd might act all rough and grumpy, but when he loves, he loves with his whole soul. He's yours. Entirely. And you're his.

[definefaulty]

captain my captain

steve rogers x top male reader

(mlm smut, sub top male reader, spit stuff, muscle worship, armpit stuff, face sitting, slur usage)

Steve has a huge ass, it was the first thing you could even think about meeting him. it was kinda unfair to you since he wasn’t facing you, leaning forward onto the conference table with his back arching slightly. or how damn handsome he is, with soft pink lips and blue eyes, or how he smiles, looks you up and down.

he is friendly, like that with everyone—you tell yourself, but in sparring sessions his hands hold onto your shoulders, his foot spreads your legs, his hand grasps your thigh teasingly close to your crotch and he does this sound right next to your ear. when you pin him, he swallows, staring into your gaze, breathing hard. there’s something hungry in that deep blue gaze, something that makes your nerves shoot soft fireworks across your skin, makes your face flush just with his eyes.

it would be a little inappropriate, he’s technically really older than you, unless you ignore the years on ice. and being the leader of the avengers (leader adjacent maybe) also stacks against you. but in sparing glances in the locker room, sweat dripping down his pecs, his back curving out into his big, plush ass, nothing but will power keeps you from throwing yourself at him. and then you catch him watching out of the corner of his eye and have to run out the locker room.

this night is like any other, save for not after or immediately before a world threatening event. retiring to your room through the darkened halls of the avengers compound. it’s very quiet and still, you walk briskly with your hands in pocket, eyes lazily moving from wall to window. you pass by his room, stop there. his light is on, and you feel those butterflies in your stomach. your brain says to move, your feet do not. you gulp, turn to face his door. almost take a step but then shake your head, you almost move down the hall again, but there’s a tug, a wall in your head—if you let another moment slip by, it’s just another night you won’t know for sure.

you breath in and hold it, facing Steve’s door with all the courage you never needed for alien invasions, and walk in front of it. the feeling is unreal raising your fist to knock on his door, you stare at it hard as if it might explode. you steel yourself again and are about to knock when it’s suddenly opening inward. and his face is there, higher than your gaze of course, handsome, pretty, his blonde hair is a little messy for the first time. he wears a tank and gray shorts, soft material, thick thighs peeking out the bottom. you both simply stare at each other with your mouths parted. he’s half leaning out the door like he was gonna bolt, chest heaving slightly with raised breath. there’s this thick invisible tension in the air, static electricity that fizzles and threatens to spark—what if you light a fire? what if there’s no going back? what if nothing is the same, the damage too great?

his eyes set on you, so hungry, so soft, he grabs your collar and pulls you in. into his room, his chest, his arms, his mouth. lips crashing as that static pops and explodes. he swings the door shut behind you, lips crashing and smacking, heated moans muffled into the others mouth. your hands clutch at his head, his shoulder, your crotches grind and press, his tongue runs over your mouth and you part it. he darts it in, tangles it with yours, spit running down your chin.

his body feels like fire on yours, so much heat coming from his muscles. his hands slide down your waist, cupping your crotch in his hand. you groan against his lips, a shuddering of pleasure moving through you.

“do you want it?” he whispers between slightly parted lips, a string of saliva between, he grabs your hand resting on his arm, sliding it down his waist to his hips, sliding it back on his ass, “want it all?”

you open your hazy eyes to look into his, his face has a flush, beautiful features so shy and vulnerable, and so fucking horny, “yes, sir.”

he crashes his lips into yours again, groping your quickly growing hard on. both your hands grope his ass cheeks, pushing his own erection into yours, his hands move to your neck as you make out and dry hump. moving back again your knees hit his bed and both fall back, his arms landing beside your frame with ease, you kick your shoes off and slide back, he follows you keeping his lips on yours.

as you move up he grinds his cock on yours, earning moans, his lips slip off yours and he groans your name by your ear, sending shivers going down your neck. you grab the back of his neck as his mouth gets on your throat, kissing and sucking, your fingers travel down the muscles towards his back, replaying the scenes of his body you’ve stolen. you gulp as his tongue drags down your adams apple. you feel his fingertips get under your shirt, hands traveling underneath as he starts to drag it upward. you cuss, feeling him kiss your jawline, getting up on his knees to pull your shirt off. you see him again since getting dragged in here, proof that it’s real, you’re not dreaming. he looks down on you, his cock tenting his shorts, and smirks.

“you look so fucking good.”

“la… language.”

he smiles, shaking his head, your body buzzes, “we’re gonna be swearing tonight, promise.”

he grabs his tank and pulls it off from under, his big pecs falling out of it. you move upward with him straddling your lap to get your mouth on his nipple, your hand grabbing his other pec to squeeze.

his chest grows into your face with every breath, his skin hot on your tongue.

“ha,” he groans, grabbing the back of your head, “you like these big tits?”

you nod, face pressing into his plump muscles, tongue and teeth suckling from his nipple. you trail kisses from one to the other, looking up into his eyes. below, your cocks strain against each other, tightly contained in clothing.

he moves your head in-between and flexes his chest, squeezing your face between his pecs. at the same time he rocks his hips back and forth, frotting your cocks together again. spit slides out his mouth, landing on your face and trailing down. he lets his tongue hang out his mouth, the spit connecting to it by a string. he leans down to get his tongue in your mouth, grinding your face harder into his muscles. he pulls back to admire your expression, a smug smile on his face.

“you like these fat pecs baby?” he says, you nod dumbly up at him, your cock leaking from the friction, “are you gonna be a good faggot for me? lick all these muscles?”

your moans get muffled by the mound of tit he rubs into you, your hands hold his waist, desperate for more action on your cock.

“i’ll get you so drunk off me, get that cock inside me,” he smiles, a devious glint in his eyes, goosebumps rise on your skin as his collected and polite demeanor gives way to this horny power bottom, “i need you to fuck me, boy, pound this pussy, can you do that?”

he lets your face come up for air, you gasp between breaths, “yes, sir.”

“good.”

you shoves your head into his pit, his fuzzy hair and musk filling your nose. you lick upwards, seeing his face out of the corner of your eye. grasping his ass he lets you rock yourselves together as you lap at his armpit. the sweat is salty on your tongue running over his light hair, your tongue moves up his bicep as he flexes it for you, your lips moving over the muscle. he grunts under his breath as your cock rubs under his tip, your lips moving over his shoulder muscles, down those big pecs again, and move over to his other armpit. he's flexing both arms now as you bury your nose into him, almost intoxicated at the musk. his breathing his hot and heavy, you tilt your face almost making out with his pit.

"good fucking boy," he mutters in a husky tone, "get in there."

he juts his hips forward, a moan breaking up your throat as your bulge recieves the motion. you pull back gasping, biting your bottom lip, eyes soaking in his flexed biceps. his chest is covered in light bites, red marks, probably hickeys by the morning. your faces meet again, he tastes his own sweat on your tongue, your hands cupping both fat cheeks and he keeps grinding onto you.

with a moan he pushes you forward, gasping as your mouths depart. he chuckles and lightly slaps your face, turning around to carefully place his knees by your head. you feel his hot breath on your leg, his nose brushing up your thigh and nestling into your crotch, a jolt going up your dick.

he looks back at you for a moment, "get your face in my ass, kid."

you follow his order with speed, his bulky cheeks threatening to split his shorts open. you get your nose into his crack just about getting his musk through them, your hands massaging both cheeks. he grinds himself onto you, your mouth moving down to his balls, getting your tongue to move over his clothed cock. his thighs shudder, his weight pressing down as you lick up to a wet spot of precum on his tip. you get your fingers hooked under the waist band and pull them back as he shifts forward again, palming your length.

you leave his boxer briefs on, returning your wet tongue between his cheeks, using your hands you press his butt further on your face, getting his muscular mounds to cover your vision.

he moans your name low and needy, pulling down the front of your pants your cock springs free into the cold night air, his breath hot on it. he pushes your pants down to the knee, moving his wet lips across your shaft, you shudder and mumble into his ass. he chuckles, gribbing the base and your balls in hand, moving his tongue over your tip.

you groan, tugging his briefs down off his ass, finally exposing his hole to you, a little spread in this position around your head. you get it to his knees, his fat cock flopping onto your bare chest, you push your face in again, his skin is hot and soft encasing your face, musky and sweaty, your tongue laps at his hole which quivers at the attention, you feel his mouth sink onto your cock, moaning around it.

you have to fight as he sucks your cock, his spit drooling down onto your balls as he quickly picks up a deep throating pace. you had almost forgotten how much of a super-soldier he is, he blows without gagging or needing a break.

your tongue pushes into his hole, breathing in his musk through your nose. you grab his cock with a hand, pumping it as your other starts proding at his hole, your tongue moving and flicking, saliva filling your mouth. you spit onto his hole and start to slide your finger in, he groans with your cock logged into his throat, a shudder running through you, sweat dripping down your forehead. your finger inserts all the way, his wet warm walls encasing your finger, you hook it forward and drag your fingertip along the front of his hole. you feel precum pooling on your chest, as you stretch his hole with another finger, spitting on him.

the view of his pussy sucking in your fingers, in-between his globes has your dick rock hard in his mouth. you lap your tongue on his balls as you finger him, feeling his hips move backward as you get a pace of pressing against his prostate, his nutsack moves across your face and you get his balls in your mouth to suck on. when you let them go he gets his cock lined up with your parted lips, and thrusts it all the way inside, till his balls are flush against nose, gagging you with his sweaty cock invading your throat. at the same time he deepthroats your own dick, and you both moan around each other, you gagging on him.

he lets you breath sooner than he lets himself, a string of your spit connecting his cock to your mouth. you gasp for air, struggling with another moan as you feel his tongue wrap around your girth, sliding deliciously around the sensetive head.

"fuck, captain," you murmer, he hums around you, loudly pulling of your dick.

he swallows, takes a breath, "i like you calling me that, fuck."

you hear the smile on him, letting your throat recover as you keep fingering his asshole.

"captain, sir, keep fucking my throat."

"hm, good attitude."

his hips wiggle as your hands work on his sex organs, slurping around the tip of his dick, and swallowing him. he spits on your cock and jerks you off, letting his moans fill your ears. he thrusts gently to meet your throat, your fingers move easily in and out, his ass clenching around them.

he huffs, unsheathing his cock from your throat, "i need this cock in me," he gets up a little shaky, kicking off his underwear and tugging yours free.

“grab the lube from there,” he says nodding to the bedside.

you grab it, Steve all but snatching it from your hands to slather your erection in it. he grabs your thighs and pushes your knees to your chest, taking hold of your dick to point it straight up. he stands around you in a squat, legs over yours and his hole aiming above your raging boner. he watches you as he drags his wet hole around the head, gulping.

"fuck, you're gonna fill me so good, with this big fucking cock," he whines.

"oh, captain, please use me." you smile dumbly up at him, he smirks back.

he spits on your face again, holding your chin, “good faggot.”

when he lowers down his pussy swallows you in with ease, he moans throaty and loudly, sinking your cock deep inside him, settling down till his hole clenches around the hilt. your own moans match his, his tight ass is warm and throbs around your length.

he sits for a moment, eyelids fluttering, head tilted back, his lips parted with slow breaths to get used to the feeling. he growls and starts lifting himself up, thick thighs flexing on top of yours, he keeps your tip inside and drops down, letting out a guttural moan as you bottom out inside again.

he swears and leans forward with you inside, grabbing your face to let spit drop in your mouth, his lips following right after. he rides you like that, moans trapped by the others kiss. your hands ride up his arms and shoulders, running your fingers through his hair. in this position his cock smacks against your stomach with every movement, lighting fires all around your body.

Steve pulls back with a sigh, sliding his fingers in your mouth. you suck on them, moaning around as your cock is milked in his ass. he smirks down at you, his big pecs bouncing as he rides.

he slides his fingers out wet with your saliva and reaches behind you both, his fingers meat your hole, a shiver running through you. you gulp, feeling him start to prod at your entrance, still driving your cock deep inside.

when his finger slips in you gasp, new nerves firing off in your dick. Steve drinks in your moans, rolling his body, ass plump against your balls. he slowly works his finger in and out, adding a second digit before long. his fingers are thick, he curves them upward to massage against your prostate. the stimulation makes your cock twitch inside his heat as he grinds his own prostate on it.

your moans sink up in the heat of his bedroom, between his spread thighs his cock hangs heavy, a string of precum pooling out of it to your stomach. you reach out to jerk him with both hands, your hazy eyes meeting again, both holes and cocks getting the fucked by the other. you grin, and he does the same.

he rises off your cock with a groan, letting it flop on to your abs. you let your legs drop as he rises above you, straddling your hips and grabbing your cock to sit on it again.

he keeps riding, wet squelches filling the room as his walls slide across your dick. as he does he flexes his arms again, jerking his eyebrows to tease you. you sit up to sniff his armpits again, running your tongue over his muscles, pushing his pecs together.

“ha, fuck,” he moans with his head back, you run your hands all across his chest and back, starting to thrust upwards to meet his hips, he whines, “ you’re fucking me so DEEP! Ha, good fucking boy!”

your mouth is wet biting on his pec, eyes glued to the delirious pleasure on his face. his musk filling your nose has you even more horny, his hole clenching onto your cock as it hits every good spot inside him. you can’t believe your fucking him, Captain America, beautiful blonde. he moans your name like he’s in heat, eyes rolling and his tongue falling out.

you can’t help crying out, “you feel so good Cap, fuck!”

he grins, his hand clasping your throat and forcing you down onto your back.

“i want your fucking load, fag!” he growls, his riding picking up speed, his hips slamming you down into the mattress, “i want you to you cum!”

his hand squeeze your throat lightly, but still it makes you a little lightheaded, his soaking hole milking the hell out of your cock. your groans come out stuttering with his name, your whole body tensing as your release is quickly forced.

“yeah,” he pants, sweaty tits bouncing in your face, “cum for Captain, cum for daddy, cum in daddy’s ass.”

your orgasm hits like freight train, mouth hanging open as moans fall out. your cock erupting inside his ass, he slams his ass down and grinds, his gummy walls milking every inch of your cock. you can’t count how many ropes of cum you produce, but you feel your hot sperm dripping out and down to your balls. with a final grind Steve grabs his cock and jerks to a shouting climax, his own load spewing out over your face and chest, hot milky cum dripping over your lips and chin.

he groans, his head tilted back as he strokes the last of his nut out. you both gasp for air, sweaty and spent. he slowly looks back down to you with a warm smile, a slightly shy tinge of red spreading across his cheeks. with your softening cock still inside he lays forward gently, bringing the two of you on your sides, his arms wrapping around you.

“uhm,” he says, his eyes avoiding eye contact at first, then meeting yours, “was that, okay?”

you let a laugh, a smirk across your cum-covered and happy face, “yes Captain, and that really is America’s ass.”

[ryusdoll]

yk that post you made about Kaiser fucking you in that robe?

i see a vision. i can’t write but i know you can

pls pls pls write about it (if you wanna at least)

your work is amazing! luv u

kaiser who will literally fuck you like you’ve seen in pornstar videos, god.

he has his robe on, he just got off the phone with so and so.

“mh.. liebling, where are you?” he speaks up, spinning in his chair, turning his head to see you on his bed, your feet kicking up in the air, scrolling on your phone. his gaze fell on your face. he loved how effortlessly gorgeous you always looked.

especially since you were also wearing that new pajama red lingerie set he bought you. “righhttt here,” you smile at him, also turning your head to make eye contact with your gorgeous boyfriend. “mh, c’mere. give your boyfriend a kiss.” kaiser says, his german accent evident in the way he spoke.

you sit up and waddle towards him. “is that what you want, hm?” you ask teasingly, straddling his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, the tension rising fast.

“i think you know the answer to that, don’t you? schatzi,” his tone is smooth, just like honey. “i guess.” you lean in, delivering a quick peck to his lips with your own, its soft and gentle at first.

but quickly, kaisers hand finds the back of your head, wrapping around and pulling you in, kissing you harder, his tongue nips at your bottom lip, silently asking for you to let him in. you oblige, of course. your tongues meet, and soon this quick peck became heated, you two were going at it. his free hand squeezed your soft thigh, gripping the plush tightly.

kaiser pulls back, smirking at you, “you’re beautiful.” he says, admiring you like you were his most prized possession. he looks at your eyes, down to your lips, then back up at your eyes. “fuck me.” you demand bluntly.

kaiser lets out a bark of laughter, snorting at your choice of words. “fuck you?” he mocks, playfully. “is that what you want, my pretty girl?”

“mhmm.. please?” you tilt your head, giving him puppy eyes.

“can’t deny you when you look like that,” he lets out a sigh, squeezing your thigh tighter. “i want to take my time with you.” kaiser hums, his hand from the back of your head comes around to caress your cheek, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip. “so pretty.”

“strip for me. i want to see you,” he commands you, you nod, your eyes dropping to his abs that the robe barely covered and a soft smirk spread upon your lips. you take off your lingerie, slowly, inch by inch, revealing all of your skin. you then crawl onto the bed almost seductively, looking up at him as he comes up to you. “scheiße.” he curves under his breath, his eyes flickering everywhere over your body.

he takes off his robe, of course, revealing nothing underneath, just his hard member and muscular body. you gulp, looking up. “let me taste you.” he leans down, spreading your legs so he can have better access to your wet slit, he licks a long stripe up and sucks, spitting on your cunt as well, making his face a mess combined of your juices and his saliva. “mhh..” he mumbles against you, eating you out like you were his last meal.

your hand comes down to grip his hair, biting your lip as the pleasure rises. only for him to pull his lips off of you. “h-hey! why’d you stop?” you frowned, and he chuckled.

“because i want to fuck you, [name].”

“isn’t that what you want too?” he raises a brow, considering you literally demanded him earlier.

you nod, obviously.

a few moments later of prepping you with his long fingers, he pulls them out, bringing them to his tongue to lick your slick off.

kaiser strokes his cock for a moment, chuckling to himself as he notices your gaze glued to his actions. he scoots closer, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing his tip in your wetness, letting out a moan. “ahh..” he bites his lip, this time.

“squeezing me in…” he pushes in deeper, this time you let out a sharp gasp, his shaft was thick, and he wasn’t even fully in yet. “micha,” you whine softly, your walls tightening around him. “yes.. too much?” he asks, stopping his movement.

“no, faster.”

so did you want to get fucked stupid or something?

because eventually that’s what he took your words as, considering now he was just pounding into you. he had your ankles pressed together, upwards as he held them up tightly with his hand, his other hand is on your thigh, fucking into you like you were nothing more than a mere doll for him to fuck like this.

the back of your thighs are red due to spanks he delivered earlier. he was harshly fucking you now, like a madman.

“take my cock.. take my cock, like when i’m rough don’t you?” he says through pants, his english falling apart. your already fucked out— brain all fuzzed up and full of nothing but thoughts of his piercing dick inside you.

soon enough, you were just babbling stupid words and kaiser wasn’t even speaking english anymore!!

“muschi’s so gut..” he groans, “ich komme gleich, du willst, dass ich in dir komme, nicht wahr, du schlampe?” he speaks a literal full sentence, you don’t even know and can’t even comprehend anything he’s saying anymore, all you can feel is the way his shaft pulls out then completely disappears inside you again, harshly, he’ll also push your legs down near your head, testing your flexiblility as he spits down on your cunt, his hand moves down from your thigh to rub your clit as he gets closer and closer.

you wish you understood german— because you would’ve known that he was about to cum, and soon his thick hot load shot inside of you, deeply, so deep you felt full of him, completely, completely his. only his.

© ryusdoll || do not plagiarize or translate my work in any shape or form.

divider belongs to @bbyg4rlhelps !

mwahahaha i hope this deliverd what it needed to deliver

sadly i did get lazy towards the end so i hope it’s not obvious

requests always open :)

[starconstruction]

Skipping Class

Jinsoul x Male Reader (smut)

smut tags: face painting, blowjob, pussy eating, riding

happy belated jinsoul day, I don't have anything for this specific date though. Another fic dragged out

Word Count: 2069

The five girls walked down the corridor, students parted like the red sea as they let the clique past. They went by the name of ARTMS, everyone knew them, everyone wanted to be them or be with them.

Jinsoul stood in the middle, chewing bubblegum obnoxiously loud as she blew a large bubble, it popped as her tongue left her mouth to lap it up. She was a proper bad bitch, the way she carried herself. Cropped blazer slung around her shoulders, wearing a leather crop top that only covered her boobs, exposing her delicate stomach. Short shorts held up by a belt, popping out her bubbly butt and showcasing her milky thighs. Capping it out with her black boots.

She knew she was hot.

You were also in awe of her, jaw dropped as you quickly turned away. You didn't realize what they were doing at the time, but you quickly found out.

They were girls who liked to have fun, making a fellow student their entertainment for the day. Dragging them out of their lesson for the time of their life. They had no interest in the dominant type, taking the lead as they whored out whoever ended up in their web.

Then they would never talk about you again. You've heard all the tales, being a loser meant most of your friends had plenty to tell.

Jinsoul needed to unwind, a stressful day bringing her to the last straw. "Gosh, I'll see you guys later." She said to her group, departing from the pack as she walked towards you.

You were surprised when Jinsoul's hand appeared on your locker, shoving you into the locker as she towered over your frame. Blowing a bubble into your face, her presence made you warm. Breath hitching under her.

"Hey hottie." She said casually, "What you doing?" Her hand pressed into your head, her sweet breath filling your nostrils.

"Uh, I-I'm. Going to class" You gulped, Jinsoul smiled at your nervousness, getting even closer to you. Closing the non existent gap.

"You sure? I think a hottie like you should be around my place. You know, getting fucked." Her bluntness turned you red as a tomato, Jinsoul took her chance, pecking you on your lips. Her soft, plump lips making contact, all thoughts of your class being replaced by Jinsoul. Her hotness throwing all logic out the window.

" I, uhhhhhhh." You short circuited, brain going empty.

"No need for words, let's have some fun." She grabbed your hand as she dragged you out of the school, she was indestructible in the eyes of the faculty.

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Jinsoul's lips were smashed against yours, tongue firmly in your mouth as she won the battle for dominance. Her hands laid firmly around your neck as she guided you into her living-room, pushing you against the couch as her body straddled your lap.

Her mouth tasted strongly of her gum, a pleasant taste as you two made out. Your hands wrapped around the back of her neck, draped over her shoulders as you pushed her deeper inwards.

Your body was desperate for oxygen and your mind was desperate to make out with Jinsoul, fighting against each other as her hands caressed your exposed skin.

Eventually your need for oxygen won, Jinsoul's lips pulled away from yours. A thin wisp of saliva connecting you together, breathing heavily as you admired her beauty in front of you.

"You gonna be good for me?" She asked innocently, her soft hand gripping chin, pushed slightly upwards.

Of course you would.

You nodded and she smiled, releasing your chin from her grasp. "Good boy." She praised.

Her body moved elegantly, with a practiced flair. Sitting back against the arm of her couch, legs spreading open just enough to invite you in. Forcing you to do the rest, she shifted upwards for easier access. Licking her lips as she beckoned you inwards.

She spoke after a short moment, "Go on then, get what you want baby."

You moved instantly, lunging between her legs as she giggled at your eagerness. Hands grabbing at her shorts, coming down her milky long thighs alongside her underwear. Damp folds exposed to the elements and your beady eyes as your heart rate increased, pounding against your chest, blood rushing to your cock.

"Go on boy, I see your hunger." She gave you the permission you begged for, diving in tongue first. Starting with long strokes up and down and down her flesh, her unique taste flooded your mouth. She gasped, but that was about it.

You didn't want to disappoint the girl who chose you of everyone in the school, the thought sending a cold shiver down to the base of your spine.

Your fingers found her labia, spreading it open as your tongue pushed inwards, moving around as she released affirmative whines of pleasure. Her legs found your shoulders, boots comfortably pointed to the air as you ate her out.

"Ugh, that's nice... Fuck" She whimpered, growing a touch impatient as her hands found your hair, roughly grabbing strands of it. Grinding her wet pussy into your awaiting face, going up and down as she defiled your face with her arousal. Forcing you to breathe her scent in, which you did happily.

"Fuck, that's.. Err, fuck that's good!" She started to break under your actions, head thrown back in pleasure. Lapping her juices up with a vitalized vigor, a sole finger taking responsibility of rubbing her clit, moans piling up as they raised in volume.

You lick circles, lines, anything you can muster inside her hole. Slurping up her intoxicating, divine, delicious essence as you let out obscene sounds. Jinsoul was equally as loud, moaning and whimpering.

"Oh god, oh fuck! Fuck Y/N, keep going I'm so fucking close!" A string of swears pouring much similar to her arousal, your eyes watched her clothed body. Slick with the sweat of the warm room, there was something so arousing about seeing her in her clothes, leaving just enough to the imagination.

" I'm cumming! God, fuck that's a good boy." Your face was even more wet now, releasing a torrent of squirt all over you. Wiping it off your face as you licked it clean off.

She laid there, struggling to catch her breath. Chest lifting up and down as you lifted your head out of her legs.

"Good boy, you did well..." She praised.

"What do you want next, use your words for me." She gave you infinite possibilities, but there was only one thing on your mind.

"Need, need you to suck my dick.. Please Jinsoul" The words slipped off your tongue, getting a beaming smile from her.

"Okay, prepare yourself... I get very very good reviews." You believed it with the way her lips were plump and swollen from your earlier making out. Perfect to wrap around your length.

"Lay back for me, get nice and comfy." She emphasized every word, watching your body push itself into a familiar position as her a few minutes prior.

You were also about to get a very similar experience, the way she got closer. Hands crawling towards you as she made short work out of your bottom clothes, cock exposed to the air.

"Not a bad cock, I really struck gold this time." She spoke.

Her dainty hand gripped your cock's base, pointy nails save for her two middle ones enshrouding it. Swirling her tongue below your cockhead with a hunger that matched you earlier.

"Hm, smells good... Tastes good, maybe I should keep you..." She didn't expect an answer, kissing your tip a few times before she grew tired of teasing.

Her mouth wrapped around your tip, bobbing up and down as her plush lips wrapped around, eyes focused intently on your shaft with very little regard for you.

Her mouth felt divine, a heavenly sensation trapping you inwards. Making you crave more and more. Unfortunately she pulled away, dropping a thick glob of saliva onto your cock that trailed down, her hand jerking you off as she rubbed it in.

"God, Jinsoul that's so good... Fuck." You had few words for how nice it felt, keeping a fast pace with no time to tease.

"I know, I'm in love with this fucking dick. Gonna show my affection." She took you right back into her sloppy mouth. Taking as many inches as she could, which was only about half. But she was determined to pleasure you, pushing past her gag relax as her throat constricted, desperate to fight against Jinsoul's will.

Jinsoul succeeded, taking your entire thickness into her mouth. Nose pressing firmly against your crotch, scrunching against your skin as she breathed in your musk.

"Hmm, Jinsoul.." You whimpered, this was unfathomable. No wonder so many of your students skipped class to sleep with ARTMS.

Jinsoul's hand found your balls, giving them gentle rubs as she bobbed up and down. A blob of black hair flying everywhere in an unstable mess.

A loud gasp ripped from her mouth as she came up for air, hand resuming her strokes as she spat more onto it.

"God, so fucking good." Her face was utterly defiled, spit pooled in the corners of her lips. Mascara running very slightly from her deepthroating, lips red and even more swollen.

She looked so good, suddenly taking your cock back in. Swallowing you whole in her hole, slurping on the meat. Her "please cum" eyes locked in on you, after a particularly powerful suck brought you closer.

"Fuck, fuck Jinsoul! I'm, er. Cumming!" You struggled to get out, her mouth lifting up as she pressed into your length. Jerking you off at max speed.

"Cum! Cum for me, paint my face!" She demanded, you complied. Dissolving into pleasure as you exploded on her face, white puddles of cum pooling onto her cheeks in thick dollops. She jerked it onto her forehead as well. Completely soaked in your seed as she smiled.

"Not gonna clean it off, not yet... Take a second. You'll need it." She said, giving you a show.

Her trimmed fingers pressed into her cunt, going in and out of her leaking hole. The noises revitalizing your cock, slowly hardening inch by inch.

"Gonna ride you, ride your cock. Fuck!" She said, face dripping still with your semen. Pooling downwards onto her chin.

Jinsoul straddled you, forcing you back against the couch arm. Cock rigid against her awaiting cunt, rubbing against as your tip got smeared in her juices.

The first inch went in, gripping onto what entered with a greedy grasp. Her body slowly accommodating you as it made way for your hardness. Fuck.

Your tongue licked her top, kissing the clothed breast like there was no barrier. Tasting the fabric imagining that you had Jinsoul's nipple in your lips.

Her walls eventually pushed all the way down. Soft, wet and greedy. They committed your cock to memory, moulding itself around you. "Oh fuck Jinsoul, your pussy is perfect!" You moaned against her top.

"And your so big! Splitting me open, god damn!"

She got herself into a delightful rhythm, bouncing up and down on you as she siphoned pleasure. Using your cock as a dildo, recklessly going to town as she penetrated herself.

Her eyes were completely closed, screwed shut as to avoid any potential load dripping into them. She looked so pretty like this, being nearly fully dressed and still looking so vulnerable, despite being in control.

"I don't think I'm going to last much longer!" You called, her body having such an effect on you, driving you nuts as she kept bouncing.

Jinsoul pulled herself off your cock, getting into a familiar position as she stroked a fresh load of paint to add to her previous cum, covering everything crevice that wasn't covered already. Watching it drip down her neck.

"Wow, fuck... That was intense" You sighed.

"I still haven't came a second time, don't be greedy..." She replied.

"I don't know if I have another round in me."

"Thats okay, I got an idea baby."

She pulled back, legs flying into the air as she pushed you between her meaty asscheeks.

"Go on, embrace your punishment."

Or maybe this was a reward.

[russosimp]

Massage (g!p Alessia Russo x reader)

Summary: Alessia massages you and things quickly escalate from innocent to sensual and hot 18+

Warnings: smut, g!p Alessia, fingering, handjob, unprotected p in v, little bit of a breeding kink, soft to rough

Word count: 4k (don't know how that happened, oops)

You've been sore in your shoulders and back all week. It's been a tough few days at work and you have been so tense that you now feel it all over your back, even though you work in an office.

Alessia notices your discomfort almost immediately after your walk through the door when you make it home on Friday evening.

"Are you alright babe, you seem a bit off?" She asks you from where she's lounging on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit stiff from working so much this week. Nothing a hot bath and a good night's sleep can't fix." You tell her and sink down on the couch next to her, leaning into her body. She welcomes you with open arms, pulling you into her side.

"How about I run you that bath then after dinner? We can eat in a couple of minutes, it's just in the oven."

You hum at the thought, appreciative of her thoughtfulness.

Just as she offered, she runs you a bath after dinner. You lie in the hot water, letting go of the stressful week. Relaxation washes over you and you feel your back already feeling less tense.

After a while, Alessia pokes her head into the bathroom.

"All good in here? Do you want another glass of wine?"

You decline the offer, the combination of the hot water with only one glass of wine has been enough for your head already, you don't want to get drunk. Although you do appreciate the slight buzz that's washed over you.

"I was thinking that I could give you a massage when you're finished with the bath? Really work out the knots in your back now that they're all loose from the warmth of the water anyway?"

That's definitely an offer you can't and won't decline. Alessia doesn't give you massages often enough in your opinion even though she is quite skilled with her hands, so you obviously take her offer.

When you get out of the water, you dry yourself and then walk into the bedroom, where Alessia is already busy with preparing your bed. She's got the massage oil on the bedside table and is currently putting one of you big beach towels on your sheets so that the oil doesn't ruin them. The towel is almost as big as your mattress itself is which is a huge plus.

Alessia looks at you over her shoulder and sends you a small smile. You also don't miss the appreciative glance she gives your still very much naked body.

You walk over to her and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for taking care of me, Less."

"Of course, babe!" Alessia smiles at you. "I'm just going to wash my hands really quick and then we're all ready to go."

While Alessia is in the bathroom, you get on the bed and lie down on your front, head tilted on a pillow and arms parallel to your body.

Alessia enters the bedroom and gets the bottle of massage oil from the bedside table before getting on the bed as well. She straddles your thighs to have better access to your back.

She bends over and leaves a couple of kisses on your neck. "Relax, babe." She whispers into your ear.

You then feel her drizzling oil over your back and your shoulders and then you hear her rubbing her hands, probably to make sure they're warm and you won't get any bad surprises with some cold hands on you.

Her hands slowly start spreading the oil all over your back and shoulders, before she starts to actually massage you.

Alessia's hands all over your back feel almost heavenly after the week you've had. Her hands start to slowly massage your shoulders at first, working out some of the knots especially in the upper area near your neck which have been bothering your for a while.

She starts to make her way downwards to your back, running her hands up and down, just loosening your tight muscles there. You marvel at the feeling and close your eyes, completely giving yourself over to the feeling.

Her hands work on one side now and you can't help but notice how huge her hands feel on you. It's something you obviously know already but you always notice the size of her hands a bit more when she's massaging you. Your thoughts going to her hands sends a different kind of shiver down your back and your head fills with thoughts of her hands wandering down even more.

When she focuses on one particular knot on your lower back you can't help but moan, not just at the great feeling of getting a back massage but also at the thoughts that are now in your head. You both know that Alessia's hands are a massive turn-on for you but you didn't think you were in the mood since you felt absolutely exhausted just up until a minute ago.

Well, how fast Alessia (and her hands) can change your mind.

She stays on that knot for a while longer, eliciting a few more moans from you. "Feels so good, Lessi."

Her hands wander upwards again, and then she is back to running her hands up and down your back slowly. You feel youself breathing heavier now and you know Alessia can hear it, too.

You feel Alessia lifting herself up and off your thigs. Before you can complain, the bed dips beside you and her hands are back on you again. She spends a couple of minutes just slowly rubbing your back from her spot, kneeling beside you. Neither of your talk, you're enjoying the feeling of her hands on you way too much to have a conversation and she seems fully concentrated on her task.

But then you feel oil being drizzled on your ass cheeks, making you groan at the prospect of her hands on there. And sure enough, her hands come to your ass immediately, spreading the oil and massaging your cheeks.

You feel a couple of drops of the oil slowly running down your ass and making their way towards your cunt, making you moan at the feeling.

You're always very responsive to any touch on your ass and you feel yourself rolling your hips just a little bit in tune with Alessia's touch.

She's using her thumbs to dig them into your ass cheeks now, slowly massaging you as you softly moan along. Her hands don't go any further down though, so far she has only touched your thighs right where they meet your ass, you'd like her to go to your inner thighs, but she is staying on your ass. For now.

She is going in a bit firmer now, pretty much kneading your ass cheeks which has you moaning even more than before. Your moans are all a bit muffled by the pillow beneath your head but you know she can hear them anyway.

Alessia's massage itself but especially her hands on your ass turn you on. You can feel that you're getting wetter by the minute, even though she's barely crossed the line of an innocent massage so far.

You slowly open your legs a bit and then bend the knee that's closer to Alessia, pushing it up and effectively presenting your glistening cunt to your girlfriend.

There's a sharp intake of breath at your movement and you smile to yourself, satisfied. It's good to know that Alessia isn't as unaffected as she's made it seem so far.

Her hands go a little further now, starting to massage your inner thighs as well. You bite your lip, you want to tell her to please touch your cunt. But her hands being everywhere but there feels amazing, too. The anticipation builds the tension deep within your core and you enjoy that feeling too much to beg her to do something yet.

She lets her hands wander upwards again, over your sides. Her fingers lightly graze the side of your tits which you just know is a deliberate choice to tease you even further.

The touch made you aware just how hard your nipples are, even though they're completely pressed into the sheets beneath you. You bring your arms, that have been on your sides, up and put them under your head. This pushes your upper body just a tiny bit off the bed which gives Alessia a bit more room to touch your tits when her hands make their way down from your shoulders again.

Alessia stops at your thighs and starts to knead your flesh there, slowly inching closer to your cunt with each touch. You whine deep in the back of your throat and push your hips in the direction of her hands.

You can hear her chuckle at your impatience.

But apparently your movements are enough to spur her on. Finally, you feel her hands going down the side of your thigh, lightly brushing your folds with the side of her hand.

Automatically, you feel yourself clench around nothing.

She repeats the same movement a couple of times, each time keeping her hand on your thigh and only touching your cunt seemingly on accident. Of course you know it's not by accident but the touch is so light that it sure seems that way.

As a result, you open up yourself even further. You push your other knee up as well, so that both your thighs are splayed, effectively spreading your cunt open for her.

You hear her shuffle a bit closer and then each of her hands are on each of your thighs, right at the edge of your cunt. She pushes downwards which traps your folds between her hands. You groan loudly at the sensation of your cunt being squished by her hands, it gives you just the slightest fraction on you clit.

After repeating that notion a few times, she finally has mercy on you and you feel her fingers parting your folds and lightly stroking your cunt. She lets her fingers run over your cunt, coating them in your arousal.

Again, you hear her breathing pretty hard, before she finally sinks her fingers into your pussy. You whimper at the intrusion of two fingers at once.

She slowly works her fingers in and out of you, stroking you, but not fast enough to really give you the friction you'd need to get over the edge you've been at for a while now. She seems to want to keep you there as she doesn't increase her pace at all, just stroking you slowly.

You softly moan with her strokes, they feel good, her long and thick fingers touching you much deeper than most people could with their hands. Two of her big fingers already feel amazing, but you also know what three fingers feel like. "F-fuck, please add one more, Lessi."

Surprisingly, she obliges instantly and adds a third finger with her next stroke into you. You moan at the feeling of being stretched just a bit more. To spur her on even further, you start to lightly rock into her hand.

That's when she curls her fingers inside of you, she doesn't pull out this time, but instead finds your g-spot and massages it with her fingers while still moving her hand in rocking motions. You feel your orgasm building up inside of you and clench around her fingers.

But instead of continuing her work on your g-spot, she slowly pulls out of you, making you whine at her not letting you finish.

"I know, baby, that's mean, isn't it?" She softly coos. "Just a bit more patience."

You feel the bed dip and open your eyes. There she is, sitting down next to you, back resting on the headboard, her cock rock-hard if the tent in her shorts is anything to go by.

Before you can ask her what she's doing, she's already pulling you up. She turns you around and places you against her. Now you're resting with your back against her front, sitting in between her spreaded legs. You can feel her cock pocking against you but she doesn't seem concered about herself right now.

Her arms come around you and she pulls you more against herself. She gets the oil from somewhere next you and drizzles some on your tits and stomach and then lets her hands roam your body, rubbing the oil all over you.

You let your head fall back against her shoulder, exhaling slowly and enjoying her soft touches everywhere. She cups the undersides of your tits and kneads them, making you moan. Her thumbs slowly circle your nipples very softly at first, before she squeezes your tits and tweaks your sensitive nipples. You whimper at the sensation.

You feel her lips trailing wet kisses on your neck and turn your head to face her. She kisses you deeply and slowly. You open your mouth and let her tongue explore your mouth, dancing against your own. It's all slow and without hurry, just feeling each other.

While you kiss, her hands wander down your body, and she spreads your legs against her own, opening you up once more. Her hands slowly trail over your thighs before making their way up to your tits again.

You whimper into her mouth at the loss of her hands near your cunt and pull away from her lips. The lost orgasm from before is still fresh on your mind and her hands on your tits aren't doing enough for you. "Babe- please touch me. Let me cu-m."

Alessia clicks her tongue but her hands slowly glide down your body anyway. She places her hands on either side of your cunt, pressing your folds between her fingers again. She pulls your cunt open with her next movement, slowly running the tips of her fingers over your exposed pussy. Her index fingers are on either side of your clit, not touching, just moving up and down right around it.

You moan at the sensation. Even though she's not touching your clit, her movements feel very good and go straight to your core. You can feel the pressure building inside of you once again, it doesn't take much this time as it hasn't been released yet.

But you also know that her running her fingers around your cunt won't be enough.

Thankfully, she doesn't keep you waiting any longer and finally lets her fingers run over your clit. It's just a featherlight touch but it sends a jolt through your whole body. You moan loudly. "Yes, right there!"

Alessia leaves a few open mouthed kisses against on the side of your neck and whispers into your ear. "Do you want my fingers, too, baby?"

You nod violently. "Yes! Please, fuck me, Less, oh god- need you now."

She doesn't have to be asked twice and pushes three of her big fingers inside of you at once, making you scream. Her pace isn't as slow as it was before but it's still not fast, it's still more strokes than thrusts. But the palm of her hand makes all the difference. Because of the angle and the size of her hands, her palm grazes over your clit with each push of her fingers into your cunt.

It doesn't take long until the pressure in your core unravels and you cum with a long moan of her name. She keeps her finges going, guiding you through your orgasm.

You lean even more heavily into her when you slowly come down from your high. She nips at your neck while you catch your breath.

Then, you push yourself off her, turning around to face her. You kiss her slowly, still not rushing anything. When you break the kiss you tug at the hem of her shirt, she's definitely wearing too many clothes in your opinion. She lifts her arms and lets you take the shirt off. You continue with her bra which you throw in the same direction you had her shirt.

You sit back to make room for her to push down her shorts. She does and you watch as her thick cock springs free.

"Lie down." You tell her and she obliges, scooting down until she's lying flat on her back.

You swing you leg over her, straddling her thighs, her cock standing right in front of you. She's leaking pre-cum, obviously very turned on by the direction the massage had taken.

You take her cock in both your hands, swiping over her tip with one of your thumbs, and collecting her pre-cum to spread it over her cock. You slowly stroke her with both your hands, listening to her breaths getting deeper again.

You lift yourself off her thighs and shuffle upwards. Her hands immediately come to your thighs, lightly running over them. She's clearly expecting you to sink down on her cock but you have a different idea. You do sink down but you bend her cock towards her stomach and then trap it there, between her stomach and your very wet cunt.

"You- feel so good!" She almost stumbles over her words.

Slowly, you start gliding over her cock with your glistening cunt, coating her with a mixture of your slick and some massage oil. One of your hands stay on her cock, massaging her tip while you glide over the base and its length.

Alessia is a moaning mess now, her grip on your thighs is almost painful as she's digging her fingers in your flesh. You know she can't help it with how much she's enjoying this position.

Feeling the need to just feel more of her, you let yourself fall forward, now lying on top of her. Your cunt is still gliding over her cock but you also use your very oiled up body to glide over her upper body as well. Your tits rub against each other, both of your nipples hard. You kiss Alessia briefly but you're both panting too hard to actually maintain a kiss.

Your movements get a bit less controlled the more turned on you get. Alessia's hands come up to your hips, trying to guide you a bit more and maintain a rhythm. That doesn't prevent her cock slipping out from in between you as you slide up just a bit too high on her body. You're both too much into your movements to let that stop you though, feeling her now slick body beneath your own makes you feel so connected to her.

For the next few downwards movements of your body, you feel her cock sometimes slide a bit between you and sometimes poke against one of your ass cheeks.

You lift your body a bit trying to get her cock in between your bodies again, wanting to get her to cum like this. At the same time, she guides your hips, stabilizing them in your sometimes erratic movements.

Suddenly, you feel her cock slip right into your cunt at your next downwards movement. You both still for a split second and then moan loudly in unison at the feeling of her filling you completely so abruptly.

You continue sliding up and down her body, but now you're also sliding up and down her cock. She had bottomed out in you with the first thrust so that you now fuck yourself on her cock deeply from the beginning, not needing to adjust anymore.

Alessia is letting you set the pace and doesn't take over, even though she's usually more in control between the two of you.

You listen to the sounds in your room, the only thing you can hear are both of you panting, the sounds your slick bodies make against each other, and the wet sounds of your cunt. Really listening to these sounds makes you clench around Alessia's cock and you feel that you're close to your second orgasm.

As you chase your orgasm, your movements get faster. You feel Alessia's thick, veiny cock running along your walls and then she twitches inside of you.

"I- I'm gonna cum." She breathes out and that's what sends you over the edge. The sheer prospect of her cumming inside of your makes you cum.

You clench around her cock which in turn makes Alessia cum as well. She loudly grunts and thrust upwards into you just once and then holds you against herself. You can feel her cock twitching as she shoots her strings of hot, thick cum into you.

"Fucking take all of it." She grunts and rocks her hips once more, somehow gettig even deeper than before. The movement makes you moan and you can feel another load of cum spraying into you.

You lie on top of her, both of you panting heavily. You feel absolutely boneless, slumped into Alessia's body, her arms the only thing holding you in place.

After a few moments, you feel her cock softening inside of you and start to slide off her, going to lie next to her instead.

But her arms lock you in place, not letting you move further.

"No, stay." She says, still a bit breathless. "Want my cum to stay inside of you."

And well, that's not new, she has a bit of an obsession with her cum not dripping out of you. It's hot when she gets a bit of tunnelvision about it.

You lie your head onto her chest, enjoying the closeness and her warmth. You could fall asleep like that, and knowing her, Alessia would probably like to sleep with her cock inside of you.

But you can feel her cock hardening inside of you again before you get even close to sleep. You lift your head up to look at her.

Instead of saying anything, Alessia just grins at you, her wide, kind of juvenile grin you like so much.

Now, she does lift you off of her and places you on the mattress next to her. She's immediately on you, taking both of your legs and pushes them upwards and over her shoulders, giving her the best access to your cunt.

She guides her cock to scoop up the little bit of cum that started oozing out of you.

"Keep it all in." She mumbles more to herself, before she thrusts into you again and starts to fuck her cum back into you. She bottoms out with this first thrust again, filling you once more.

She starts with deliberate and hard thrusts, making you cry out with each one. You can hear the absolute obscene sounds your wet, and filled to the brink with cum, pussy makes against her cock with each thrust.

Your walls flatter around her, absolutely spent and overstimulated.

Alessia quickens her pace, fucking hard and deep into you.

"Come on, I know you can give me one more." She pants above you, her thrusts unrelenting.

Before you even know what's going on, you're thrust into your next orgasm. The coil in your stomach snaps with no warning, making your body shake from the impact. You moan, uncontrolled and unabashed.

Alessia fucks you through your orgasm, talking you through it as well. "That's my girl, you're doing so good for me- oh god, I'm gonna cum!"

She's practically babbling by the end, chasing her own orgasm. Her thrusts go from deep and deliberate to erratic with an even faster pace, letting you know that she's very close, too.

With a stutter of her hips, she unloads in you, moaning deeply.

"F-fuck, I'm cumming, take it, baby!" Her thick cum hits your insides, mixing with her previous load, filling you even more than you already had been. You moan with her, the feeling of her cum filling you absolutely overwhelming you in a delicious way.

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

VHAOS I'VE MISSED YOU SO SOO MUCH!💗💜🌌 And as an request i have something special, since im over the MOON for your storys i wanted to request how TFP ALL of the Autobots and Decepticons would be like if thare s/o has

Wait for it...

VERY BIG AND VERY THICC THIGHS PLUS VERYYYY MASSIVE AND VERYYYY JUICE CHEST PLATE, im sorry if this is a bit 👀spicy👀 i know, but I had this request in mind for DAYS!

I hope your doing well and DO NOT overwork yourself im begging you🙏

Anyway

🌌💜💗LOVE YOU💗💜🌌

MOON-BESTIEEE, I've missed you too /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ LOVING THE REQUEST, as a chubby girly with thick thighs I approve. ~(￣▽￣)~*

(TFP) Autobots & Decepticons w/ Cybertronian!Reader who is THICC

WARNINGS: Kind of suggestive. Reader is a cybertronian, gender neutral and with a predetermined frame type: bigger body type, thick thighs, aft and big chest. Romantic leaning (reader is in a relationship with the bots: individual).

OPTIMUS PRIME

He can't help but sigh in love whenever he sees you - you are a walking dream with such a precious frame that not only makes you look attractive, but shows off your strength.

Whenever Optimus gets the chance to hold you, he finds comfort on leaning his helm against his chestplate or thighs. He always asks if its okay, of course! (Melts whenever you coo at him or caress his helm.)

Even when you two are already together, Optimus is quite shy and can't help but get all timid and blushy around you. A big shy nerd and his badass big conjux.

BUMBLEBEE

Another shy mech, but a little bit more brave to show his affections towards you. Loves to snuggle his faceplate against yours and hug you.

Bumblebee always plays your fave Earth music and dance with you (may or may not have once played Baby's got back by Sir Mix-A-Lot.)

Once it's night time and you two are all alone, Bee begs to have you sit on his lap and let him keep his servos on your hips or thighs and touch, grope and caress. Loves to beep praises to you and how pretty you are.

RATCHET

Thicc thighs save lives and he knows it.

Ratchet is both a tsundere that is quick to get all embarrassed (and needy) whenever you show off your frame and a pro at flirting and knowing what to say to make you melt.

Any little insecurity you have about your big frame is met with his sincere and energetic praising. He is ready to kiss you down and remind you why your frame is perfect.

May or may not want to have your thighs crush his helm wHO SAID THAT

ARCEE

Sits on your lap or has you sitting on her lap. (She can take it, don't worry!!!)

Gets all flustered whenever you carry her around. "Your frame is perfect to carry around, Cee!" - and you then are met with all the praises and compliments in the world from her.

Arcee is ready to go after anyone who is mean and tries to say something bad about your big frame - you are perfect! And as the Pits she will let anyone say anything bad about it!

If you are comfortable with it, she will always keep her servo on your hips, thighs or aft.

BULKHEAD

A mech with a big frame with a significant other that is also a big frame? Sign him up! A powerful duo full of support and love!

He is such a gentleman, Bulkhead is over heels for you and is all ready to kiss the floor you walk on.

Your number 1 fan - loves how you show your strength and the pride and love you have for your big frame. But if you ever need some supportive words, he is ready to remind you how much he loves you.

Gets all blushy and shy when he gets to lay his helm on your thick thighs or touch them. A thigh guy definitely.

WHEELJACK

Down bad for you and a total menace.

Is not shy to flirt with you, whisper some sweet spicy nothings and grope here and there (only if you had consented and feel comfy with it, of course!)

Wheeljack is a danger to society, whistles at you and even howls when you show off your hips, thighs, chest or your whole frame in general. (Please, sit on my face coded.)

SMOKESCREEN

Primus. This mech loves you like crazy.

He is a constant "look at my hot S/O!" and enlist every little thing that he loves about your frame, your personality, your everything! Your number #1 fan.

While Smokescreen would be all over the moon to have you sit on his lap, he also melts and gets all shy if you have him sitting on your own lap. He would even be all like "Oh my, such a beautiful bot is flirting with me!" and you two had been dating for a long while, what a silly goose.

ULTRA MAGNUS

Another painfully shy bot, tries desperately to always keep himself collected and serious. But when you are around he gets all anxiously-lovestruck and even more if you pay attention to him!

Needs an extra push to have him put his servos over you - even if you had already told him that it was okay to touch, Ultra Magnus wishes to be nothing but the best for you.

When you two are alone, he feels in heaven having you on his lap, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings to you. Wants you to sit on his face wHO SAID THAT

CLIFFJUMPER

Is like a middle between Wheeljack and Bumblebee - Loudly expresses his love for you but is also veeeryyy romantic for it (sometimes silly, but it's because he loves you so much).

Cliffjumper is always eager to carry you around as much as possible (if he is able to, of course, but he'll try!!) Even more if you had ever expressed not linking your frame and wished to be smaller in shape. Not on his watch! He is ready to make his sweetspark feel beautiful!

If you have a big chestplate he is constantly resting his helm on it, too. "Let me help you, babe - they look heavy." (Just another menace)

MEGATRON

Y'all watch out - Megatron is all in to leave bite marks, grope and what not to any type of thickness you have.

He loathes the idea of others staring at your plump assets and is very possessive. Snarls and growls but at your touch he is quick to melt (and sometimes bark as he wants a bite of that cake!)

Always has you sitting on his lap. And he will actually make you sit on his face.

STARSCREAM

The size difference has him going wiiild but it's too flustered to touch, move, or even breathe the same air you breathe.

If he ever hears someone talk bad about your frame, he goes full banshee and destroys whoever spoke ill about you (Verbally or physically? Who knows, but he destroys in your name).

Starscream becomes all blushy and shy if you hug him or have him sit on your lap, lay on your thighs or rest his helm on your chestplate.

Needs to,,, to have his helm crushed,,, b by your thighs

SOUNDWAVE

Would definitely tease you by groping your aft or thighs with his tentacles (w/ consent of courseee)

Whenever you are all alone with him, Soundwave would request to be allowed to caress your frame with his digits - it makes his spark flutter.

Takes photos of you and shows them to you - you always look drop dead gorgeous in them.

KNOCKOUT

The most hot couple of them all fr fr

Knockout is always praising you and giving you every single love nickname in the book, holds you close and just showers you in kisses.

Another menace - is happy to grope your aft, thighs and give you the most berthroom optics while resting his chin on your chest.

"My soon-to-be-conjux is better than yours" mech.

BREAKDOWN

He is a gentlemech to the heart, but when possible and in the mood, Breakdown becomes a menace.

Whistles whenever he gets to see you kick afts, you look so hot!

He would also be the type of significant other to always have one of his servos on your aft or hips. Always.

SHOCKWAVE

Your frame type is NOT illogical. It's PERFECTION.

You are the only one to see this mech actually prove he has feelings - Shockwave always sighs enamoured whenever he places his optic on you.

Big chest couple... just sAYING-

AIRACHNID

You are her most precious treasure from her collection.

Will be a menace by touching, pinching or groping any thickness of your frame and even purr when she catches you getting all shy.

Airachnid would love to cuddle and show you off to others.

Just like Megatron, she is all in on marking you.

PREDAKING, DARKSTEEL & SKYLYNX

Predaking prefers your hips and thighs, is always snuggling his helm against them and whispering sweet nothings to you.

Darksteel is more an aft mech, his praises are full of dirty talking and is all eager to mark you.

Skylynx loves your chest, is more bashful at the idea of touching it but melts in the moment when you allow him to lay his helm on it.

DREADWING & SKYQUAKE

Dreadwing would be like Breakdown - is a gentlemech that gets all over you at any display of your strength or showing off your frame with pride. But he is also eager to keep a servo over you or leave a mark.

Skyquake another menace who is ready to throw servos at whoever stares at you for too long or says something bad about your frame. You are hot, perfect and his.

VEHICONS

They are always gushing about you.

They are all ready and eager to please you to be allowed at the end of the day to touch or just feel your frame close to theirs.

The Vehicons are your own fan club, but all of them are painfully shy - show off your frame and soon they will get all ready to get active.

Who was going to fucking tell me about Makeshift? My fatass didn't remember him (still not adding him tho) (ﾉ*･ω･)ﾉ Vhaos out!

[ameenvie]

masterlist | ao3 | fic recs

away team - George Russel x reader

Word count: ~800 Warnings: none Tags: fluff, slight humour, teeniest-tinyest jealous George, implied spice, established relationship, gn!reader Summary: George comes home to you wearing one of his fellow driver's jersey Author's Note: This is not much but a short teeny-tiny drabble that I've written because I really wanted to post something here while I'm working on my angsty George x reader series. I hope you all like it, I'm always very nervous writing about new ppl. Also this is officially my first F1 writing on here! 😭🥴❤❤

The low melody of music filled the kitchen as the morning sun flood in through the open window, embracing your skin and filling your Monaco apartment with life. You reached up into the cupboard to take out your favourite mug for the morning coffee and settled it onto the counter while humming along to the newly started song when you heard keys jingling in the lock of the front door as it popped open a second later.

“I’m back,” George called out, his breathing heavy from his morning run.

“Morning,” you offered above your shoulder as you poured your coffee into the mug carefully. You heard his footsteps approaching you before they came to a sudden halt.

“Were you expecting different company or something?” He asked with surprise and a little mischief in his voice, and you turned to him with a questioning look on your face. It was met by a smug smile on his.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, and he crossed his arms while his eyes wandered up and down your body – your bare legs, and your shorts barely peeking out from under your way too big Ferrari jersey, which had a huge ‘16’ plastered across its back. Oh. George stared at you with a mischievous grin and cocked brows.

“Oh, this old thing?” You started, leaning against the counter, fully facing him. “Charles gave it to me.” Your voice serious like a qualifying position. His expression faltered ever so slightly as he stepped towards you.

A faint sheen of sweat still covered him from his run, his hair messy from the mix of the wind and his fingers constantly running through it. Even like this – or maybe especially like this? – he looked like a renaissance painting of an angel.

“Did he now,” he asked as he planted his hands on either side of you, caging you between his body and the counter. You looked up at him with an innocent smile as you saw his sweet look turn into a more daring, a more teasing one.

“Yeah, just this morning,” you replied, biting down on the inside of your cheek to try to stop yourself from laughing. „After we had some insane sex.” You glanced back and forth between his lips and his eyes, as he was trying to fight a laugh himself.

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, his hand now wandering over yours and up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before it settled against your nape. His slender fingers were loosely tangling in your hair to tilt your head to the side. You felt his smile against your skin as he pressed a soft kiss on your neck.

“So, that’s how you spend time while I’m away? As a proper Monegasque princess?” You giggled under his touch as the warmth of the sun enveloped you both, your coffee already forgotten.

“Of course,” you answered, but your breath hitched in your throat as he slightly bit down on your neck.

“And to tell, does he know how to kiss you like I do?” He moved his head to look into your eyes, the brown ring around his iris highlighted by the pale-yellow hue of the morning sun. You didn’t want anything more than to kiss the smug smile off his pretty face. So, you did.

Your lips pressed against him in a soft, loving kiss as he hooked his arms under your thighs and effortlessly lifted you onto the counter. You laughed.

“Are you jealous?” You teased, and your fingertips traced the side of his face, caressing his beautiful jawline before your hand settled on his chest. His heartbeat was saving under his thin, sweaty t-shirt. You never saw such a loving look in anyone's face before, gentle as the sea on a calm summer morning. He was looking at you like you were the centre of his universe.

“Not at all,” he replied, kissing you again, his hand tangling in your hair to slightly pull you back, planting open mouthed kisses against your neck.

You whimpered under his touch, and he grinned against your skin.

“I know nobody can make you sound so pretty, other than me.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you said and let out a breathless giggle, as heat started to rise in your body.

“But,” he started, leaving a theatrical pause before he continued. “I might have to teach you a lesson about wearing the kit of the away team,” he said with mischief in his voice before he swooped you up, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he stepped towards the bedroom. You both chuckled as you ran your hand through his hair while plastering kisses all over his face.

In the back of your mind, you took a note to wear other people's kits more often.

[kira-okamoto]

Hi! Now I’m your loyal follower ^^ Did you say your requests are open? Then listen… Heeseung is your boss. You have a relationship with Sunghoon, who also works for him… And Heeseung wants you. Desperately. And he fucks you DEEP against the wall/door… But then Sunghoon joins in… 🤭

Omggg thank you so much, anon! You’re a genius! And I’m so excited, this is my first request ^^ THANK YOU, I’ll do it…

Here you go, sinners 😏🤭

𝔹𝕒𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖 | Heesung! Sunghoon! x fem! reader

➳ Warning!: Explicit sexual content, threesome (mfm), cheating/infidelity, office sex, boss/employee relationship, public sex (against a window), unprotected sex, double penetration (oral and vaginal at the same time), oral sex, deepthroating, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, possessiveness, jealousy, spanking, marking (biting, hickeys), dirty talk, power imbalance, exhibitionism/voyeurism, humiliation, body worship, cum play (swallowing, creampie), hair pulling, begging, praise kink, mild choking/gagging, size difference, emotional conflict, fem! reader, Heesung x fem! reader x Sunghoon, office au. Words: 3k

➳ Pairing!: Lee Heesung x fem! reader x Park Sunghoon

N/A: Here’s my first request. I hope you like it! I got really excited writing this, honestly. I’m definitely looking forward to more requests!

》｡･♡ﾟ• ｡♡ﾟ･｡ More under the cut

Your fingers fly over your computer keyboard. As you read quickly, your eyes scan your work, focused.

A hand on your shoulder makes you jump in your chair. You turn and find your boyfriend Sunghoon’s smile. You smile back and sigh fondly.

“How’s it going?” he asks in a whisper that brushes your cheeks.

“Good, I’m almost done,” you clear your throat and your gaze returns to your computer screen, where the code your boss, Heesung, asked for by tomorrow morning is written.

Sunghoon gives you that soft, boyish smile he has, his cheeks bunching up adorably above the corners of his lips.

“How about after work we go to that new café that opened the other day—the one you wanted to check out?”

His suggestion makes you smile.

“Of course, Hoon,” and even though you know it’s not proper at work, no one is watching, so you take the chance and tug on his tie, making him bend down from his tall height so you can kiss his lips.

“I love you.”

Sunghoon immediately answers with a happy “uhm,” returning the quick kiss. Then he straightens up and gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, a soft smile climbing his lips, the kind you’re dying to bite.

You watch him walk away and your heart skips a beat. You shake your head and try to focus on your work again.

But it’s hard.

You start thinking about Sunghoon and his hands on your skin, his wet kisses on your neck, the way his body fits against yours. Ah, shit, he only asked you out for coffee and your mind is already wandering to places it shouldn’t.

You’re startled again, but this time it’s not by Sunghoon, but by a to-go coffee from the new café your boyfriend just mentioned. Someone just left the coffee on your desk in front of you. You think it’s Sunghoon.

You turn to look for his gaze, but instead of Sunghoon’s warmth, you find your boss’s inquisitive eyes.

“Heesung,” you say immediately in greeting.

“The coffee’s for you,” he clarifies, noticing your uncertainty. And his dark, deep gaze pierces you in a way that sends a shiver down your spine.

You discreetly glance around, but luckily the girl who sits closest to you isn’t at her desk; no one’s paying attention to the two of you right now.

“Thank you very much, Heesung,” you say now, your cheeks quickly heating up, but you hold his eye contact. “To what do I owe the honor?”

But he doesn’t answer. He straightens up and puts his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. Ah, your gaze quickly traces his body, outlining his defined thighs, his waist, his muscular arms, the strong muscles of his chest…

“I want you in my office in half an hour,” is all he says before turning around and leaving the way he came.

Though the slight smile curving his full lips doesn’t go unnoticed.

Your heart is pounding in your chest. Why? That’s all you can ask yourself. You take the paper cup of hot coffee your boss gave you and look at it closely, trying to appear uninterested.

Even though it’s the opposite of how you feel.

Half an hour later, you’re standing in front of your boss’s office door. Heesung’s door. You raise your hand to knock, swallowing, hesitant. The coffee he gave you earlier made you doubt. What if…?

Sunghoon.

You can’t forget Sunghoon, your boyfriend, the guy you adore. Stop thinking about Heesung.

You knock on the door and your boss’s voice gives you permission to enter, so you do. Heesung looks at you from behind his desk, and as soon as you enter, he gestures for you to close the door behind you.

He gets up from his comfortable office chair and walks around his desk. He comes closer. Slow. Intimidating. You feel small when he looks at you through his glasses, his messy hair brushing his long lashes.

“What do you want from me, Heesung?” you ask, trying not to sound intimidated.

He clenches his jaw and you glance at the huge windows looking out over the city of Seoul. Since Heesung’s office doesn’t have glass walls facing the rest of the office, they look outwards.

He sighs and leans against his desk, each hand on either side of his hips, looking right at you. You get distracted for a moment admiring the strong line of his jaw and scold yourself. Again: Sunghoon.

“Come, get a little closer.”

You obey immediately, nervous at first, but then curious.

You stop when you’re just a step away from him, and you hear him take a shaky breath. Then, he reaches out to you. To your thigh. He caresses you gently under the hem of your skirt, at knee level.

He looks into your eyes.

You inhale. Shaky. A little voice in your mind reminds you of something you seem to have forgotten. Maybe… someone is waiting for you on the other side of the door, looking at your now empty desk chair.

“I’ve always thought that skirt looks good on you,” he murmurs, letting his dark gaze travel down your body, stopping at all the important places.

Ah, fuck.

He looks up again.

“Why did you buy me coffee from the new café?” you ask, your voice a bundle of nerves.

A little smile appears on your boss’s lips and he seems happy you asked.

“I heard you talking with Sunghoon about the new café the other day,” he replies. Then adds, “That Sunghoon is your boyfriend, right?”

His reminder takes your breath away. God, you adore your boyfriend but here you are, letting another man touch you so deliberately. Your boss—not just your boss, but both of your boss.

You should step back, get away from Heesung, walk out the door. But you can’t.

You’re rooted to the spot.

And all you can do is look into his dark eyes, seeing your sinful reflection in them, while you wish he’d run his fingertips up your thigh, under your skirt.

Heesung straightens up to his full height, and he’s so tall… He makes you feel small, especially with the way he looks at you. Like you belong to him. Like the fact that you have a boyfriend doesn’t matter to him at all.

He grabs you by the waist in a quick motion and leans down to your face. His nose brushes yours, his warm breath tickling your lips. Then he kisses you. Without even asking for permission. Well, it’s not like you would have denied him, anyway, if he had.

His lips devour your mouth and his hands on your waist slide down your body, cupping your ass in his big palms. You gasp. You sigh. You moan into his mouth when he bites your lower lip.

He pulls you closer, closer, until you feel his heartbeat as if it were your own.

His lips are addictive and you run your tongue over them when you break apart just enough to breathe. A second later, he’s kissing you again, his tongue pressing insistently, hungrily against yours.

His hands slide down to your thighs and he grabs you by them, lifting you off the ground and your legs wrap around his waist. He stumbles with you in his arms as you dig your fingers into his soft, sinful hair. Finally, he presses you against something cold.

The window glass.

“Heesung!” you moan, alarmed. You don’t want anyone to see you.

“Shh,” he silences you, pressing his mouth to yours again. “We’re on the top floor and there’s no building this high in this direction. No one will see us.”

Still, you don’t feel safe. But you forget all about it as soon as he slides his hands under your skirt and his fingertips play with the elastic of your underwear.

You moan and grind against him, your legs squeezing tighter around the hardness of his stomach. You want to go lower, where his cock is surely hard by now, but he’s holding you tightly against the window, high enough that he has to lift his chin to kiss you.

You slide your hands down his neck, along the strong line of his jaw as he lowers his kisses to your neck, especially wetting the pulsing vein that runs down to your collarbones and disappears under your shirt.

You’re being a very bad girl. You know it, you know it as you unbutton your boss’s shirt, as you undo his tie, as you let his mouth nibble your chest over your clothes. You know it, but you can’t help it. You need him like a primal urge.

“Heesung, damn,” you moan, and he gets more eager, opening your shirt with his hands, then sliding them up to your breasts, slipping his fingers under the wire of your bra.

“I’ve spent a whole fucking year thinking about this moment,” he confesses, attacking your collarbone with little bites, his lips sucking your skin, hungry, hungry for you.

You sigh and moan and grab his back, pressing yourself closer to him.

You throw your head back, and you only feel him, his hands and his words. You don’t even feel like you’re doing something wrong anymore—you don’t even remember.

Heesung leaves your breasts and now his hands are between your legs. He pinches your inner thighs and then caresses your pussy over your wet panties. Somehow, he gets them off and they end up in his pants pocket.

“These are for me,” he whispers near your ear and that only turns you on more and more.

The shiver down your back is delicious and the wet, needy kiss Heesung traps you in drives you crazy.

Again, you tangle your fingers in his hair and grind against him and just soak his clothes with your arousal.

“Heesung,” you moan, needy because he’s not touching you on purpose.

He smiles against your lips and pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, the flame of lust burning in his gaze.

He still has you pinned against the window, his hands on your thighs, close, so close to your desperate cunt. You hug him around the neck.

“What’s wrong, pretty?”

You gasp and throw your head back, tired of waiting for what you need.

“Touch me, please. Touch me.”

Your wishes become his commands. He kisses you again, but now on your breasts, over your bra, because his hands are too busy between your legs…

Someone knocks on the door. It’s forceful, insistent.

“Boss, are you in there?”

Your heart sinks. Because it’s Sunghoon.

Heesung smiles when he looks at you. He seems defeated, but at the same time it’s like he couldn’t care less.

He glances at the office door, where your boyfriend is waiting on the other side.

“Come in, Sunghoon,” he invites, so slowly it gives you goosebumps.

You try to move away from him when you see the doorknob turn. But Heesung is simply too strong and presses you harder against the window, your back feeling the cold glass.

And Sunghoon comes in. And he sees you there. Trapped under your boss’ body, your hands on his chest, your pupils dilated, scared of what might happen. In your head, you can’t stop cursing Heesung, but for now… Sunghoon doesn’t react.

He just raises his eyebrows.

Well, then he comes in. And locks the door behind him.

“That girl you have there is my girl, Heesung,” he finally says, and his strange calmness scares you.

No, not really. Actually… it excites you. Maybe you’re a masochist.

“I know that, Sunghoon, but thanks for the reminder.”

Your boss’ answer makes you close your eyes. Your cheeks and ears burn and you don’t know how this is going to end.

“You’ve got a very pretty girl, by the way,” he adds, and you can feel his perverted gaze slowly dragging over your vulnerable body.

“I know that too. How about you let her go?” Sunghoon seems cautious. You open your eyes and see him walking toward you. His eyes are fixed on where Heesung’s hands are gripping your thighs.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Heesung replies, and everything goes to hell.

Suddenly, Sunghoon’s hands are on your waist and his eyes are locked on Heesung’s. It seems neither of them is going to back down and you feel weird because you know this shouldn’t be happening.

But both guys seem to reach some silent agreement. Because in the blink of an eye, Heesung lets you go and now you’re kneeling on the floor and it’s Sunghoon who’s leaning against the window.

“Hey guys, what are you…?”

You stop because you see Heesung move behind you and grab your thighs from behind. He lifts your legs and you instinctively wrap them around his hips. The wheelbarrow position might be awkward for holding yourself up on the floor, but your boyfriend, right in front of you, gently strokes your shoulders. Well, at least he’s there to catch you if you fall.

Ah, you see Sunghoon unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. You already know where this is going.

Heesung arranges your skirt over your now bare ass, bunching it up at the base of your back, and his hands on your legs keep you in place. You feel him press against your slick entrance and you’re about to close your eyes when you feel your boyfriend’s hand on your chin.

You can handle both, it’s fine.

Your boyfriend’s cock is exposed in front of you just as you feel Heesung slide into you from behind. Deep. Fuck, you moan a little and squirm, but you focus on Sunghoon and the pulsing vein running down his hard, long length.

So you bring your mouth to his cock and start licking it with kitten licks. Sunghoon grabs your hair and groans through his teeth, looking you straight in the eyes with such intensity you feel like you’re burning.

Meanwhile, Heesung behind you is making a mess between your legs that forces you to moan and pant as you struggle to keep your balance. You push your ass back, but his hands on your ass keep you still: he wants to do all the work. The way he fucks you is hard and deep. Torturous. Like he’s testing you.

You’re oddly sure that if Sunghoon weren’t there with you, Heesung would probably enjoy testing you even more.

You give a soft kiss to the pink, leaking Sunghoon’s tip and when you open your mouth to take him in, his hands grab your hair in fists and he pushes forward, starting to fuck your mouth between moans and excited gasps.

You glance back and choke on your boyfriend’s cock. You gag at how deep he goes, but all you can do is choke and shudder as Heesung starts to fuck you even harder from behind. You hear his stifled moans, he’s so… God, so hot.

“You’re so tight,” you hear him pant, and the look Sunghoon gives him is a strange mix between a death threat and confirmation.

“She’s mine, Heesung,” he growls through his teeth, his hips moving forward until your nose touches his stomach and you tremble at how deep he’s gone.

You almost start to cough, but Sunghoon pulls out and you take a deep breath that turns into a surprised moan when Heesung finds your clit and his fingers start working their magic on your sensitive spot.

And you squirm and moan and suck Sunghoon’s cock again.

Everything becomes a rollercoaster of pleasure, choking, and roughness between both guys.

Heesung knows exactly what he’s doing with his hands down there between your folds and his cock inside, so deep inside you. You feel him tremble but before he can cum, you do first, hard, with what would have been a scream if Sunghoon’s cock wasn’t still in your throat.

Moments later, it’s your boyfriend who’s about to cum, you know it because he trembles inside you and by the way he always moves right before: a little erratic thrust forward and back, almost imperceptible to anyone but you. He also pants in a more ragged, noisy way.

He pulls his cock out of your mouth, one hand on your cheek, the other at the base.

“Open your pretty mouth,” he orders, and you just obey, taking his cum when he cums hard.

“Swallow.”

You obey as best you can between pants and moans. And, fuck, Heesung must be a voyeur because seeing the scene between you and Sunghoon, he buries himself even deeper inside you and cums hard, digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass, groaning and panting and cursing.

You choke on Sunghoon’s cum, who now strokes your hair affectionately and brushes it away from your face, sticky with sweat. Heesung, on the other hand, keeps fucking you a bit even after he’s cum, milking his orgasm to leave it all inside.

When he pulls out, he uses his fingers to push all the cum inside your now satisfied hole.

“Hey, hands off my girl,” you hear Sunghoon growl.

There’s a moment of truce where you try to catch your breath. Then, Heesung finally takes his hands off you, leaving you carefully on the floor.

After that, everything gets tense between both guys and you realize it’s not over yet.

[inconspicuous-ghost]

.birthday

synopsis: on his special day, he could finally express his affections and desires to you.

pairing: caleb x older non-mc reader

warning: grammatical errors, canon divergence - didi caleb au, reader is not mc, mc is named emi cee, caleb calling you jie, nsfw minors do not interact!

smut warning (i'll put an indicator to let you know the start and the end): cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, p in the v, porn with feelings, taking each other's virginity, inappropriate use of evol.

a/n: the birthday special chapter for our apple boi even though it's already a day late and had to scrap the other drafts. it's also my first smut, so please have mercy…

The projector was running a movie marathon by playing Caleb's favorite sci-fi movies, which was the entire original Star Wars trilogy. With each movie being around 2 hours and it would be a total of more than 6 hours long, and it was still the first movie.

Emi was already fast asleep after an hour, claiming the couch where the fluffy blanket, leaving Caleb and yourself to sit on the long couch immersed in watching. You would occasionally ask him about the scenes you didn't understand, and Caleb would explain without revealing a potential spoiler.

Once the second movie started, Caleb opened the can of sour candy Emi bought while you are flushed against him. His face lit up for a second after having a taste of it.

“What flavor is it?” You asked, curious about having a taste.

“The lemon one.” Caleb pointed at the yellow candy inside as he held the tin can to you.

You took the yellow candy and popped one in your mouth, anticipating the sourness to hit. Yet it was sweet which confused you as these are sour candies.

“Are you sure this is lemon? I think this might be another fruit.” You asked unsure, skeptically stared at him and the can.

“Well, how about this one?” Caleb took a light green candy and popped it in your mouth.

“Yep, now that's sour.” You quickly said once the taste of green apple invaded your tongue, making him laugh.

“Oh right, before I forget…” You softly said as you took out a small paper card from your pocket's dress. Caleb tilted his head as he accepted it. Upon his closer inspection, it said Birthday Wish Coupon.

“A Birthday wish coupon?” He mused.

“You commissioned this suit for me. Even bought me a rare model that I don't have as a birthday gift, and now you have another one. I feel so loved, jie.” Caleb flashed his boyish grin at you.

"You act as if you hate it."

“Well since it's your birthday, you can tell me whatever you wish.” You shyly explained as you rubbed the nape of your neck. “But of course it must be something I can grant within my abilities. Also, it's one time use and will expire once the night ends.”

Caleb held the coupon with thought, his eyes glancing at the digital clock on the wall. There was still more than an hour left before his birthday ends. His eyes then met yours.

“So, you said you'll grant anything I wish for, right? As long as you can do it?” His eyes darkened with desire as he held your waist pulling you close.

“What if I want you as my birthday wish…?” He murmured as he gazed into your eyes, his hands possessively wandering on your thighs.

You gulped, feeling your face felt warm as you let your hand rest on his shoulders before shyly smiling back at him, eyes half-lidded with the same amount of desire he had for you. “Well, who am I to deny the birthday boy?”

WARNING: 18+ scene ahead! Minors, do not proceed and scroll away. I'm not responsible for your internet content consumption.

-Start of Smut-

“Then this is the best birthday present you've given me.” He murmured under his breath as his hands eagerly pulled the ribbons that held up on your shoulders. It instantly slid off your body.

His eyes hungrily wandered all over your half-naked body. His hands shakily reached for the front hook of your bra and easily unhooked it, freeing your mounds. His pupils along with his breath shook at the bare sight of your breasts.

He reached out and cupped both with his hands, his thumbs caressing the nipples making you gasp.

“Only for me…” He gently sucked on your nipples. You mewled, running your fingers through his hair as he took his time giving each of your nipples his attention.

He soon slowly made you sit on the couch and lean back to spread your legs wide, squeezing your thighs.

“I've been dreaming of knowing your taste and scent for so long…” He nuzzles his nose against the thin layer that separates him from tasting your pussy.

“Don't smell it like that…” You murmured in embarrassment, clutching on his hair from watching him sniff harder by burying his face and groaning as he squeezed your thighs.

“I can't help it, you simply smell like a forbidden fruit that is tempting for me to swallow whole...”

You felt the slight vibration of his chuckle. He used his teeth to bite and pull down your underwear until your ankles.

“Fuck, look at that. You're such a pretty thing, already getting wet for me.” A groan came from his throat at seeing your most intimate place. He decided to have a test lick over your slick, resulting in a gasp from you and a chuckle from him. You could tell he was already looking forward to teasing you. His eyes caught the pretty little pink pearl. He knew the next one to test.

You squealed, making you clamp your mouth in panic when he swirled his tongue around the clit. He had to resort to using his evol to hold you down from moving too much.

“Caleb… Emi might wake up!” You whimpered, arching your back at the every curling of his tongue, your eyes darting to where the hunter is. Emi was still fast asleep on the other couch, tucked with the fluffy blanket a few feet from where you both were, tired from the early festivity and full from the food.

His purple-orange eyes glinted with mischief and lust. It will be quite bad if Emi woke up and caught you both but with how loud the movie is in the background, he doubted your noises will be able to wake her up. But Caleb was in the mood of teasing you.

“Why not…?” He huskily spoke against your core, kissing the clit before slurping the dripping nectar leaking out of your entrance like a starved man, wriggling his tongue deep inside.

“Scared of her waking up and finding out her jie is a naughty woman all along?”

“Caleb…” You sobbed as you gripped on his hair as the obscene wet sound of him eating you out got louder along with his grunts. Soft moans, shrieks and gasps escape despite your attempt to bite your lower lip.

Caleb felt pride seeing you melt from this, greedily absorbing each and every sound you make. The thought of him being the only man made his heart swell. His confidence grew knowing his techniques he learned from reading worked. He made sure to blow your mind and make this the unforgettable sex you both will ever have.

You gasped when he gently slipped one of his long thin fingers while his tongue teases your pearl.

“Look at the mess you made all over the couch.” He teases as he resumes his attack on your cunt. A loud squeal left your lips as he forced another orgasm out of you.

“Goodness, you're so sensitive… Did my tongue feel that good, baby?” Caleb muttered in awe, eyes half-lidded with lust as he licked his fingers – that were coated with your nectar – clean.

“Too much…” You hoarsely answered, breathing heavily as you clung to him, mind still high from your orgasm. “But it felt so…good.”

His eyes softened at your words as he gently kissed your temple. “I'm glad I satisfied you.”

“Can…we go further…?” He hesitantly whispered, his lips grazing yours as he gaze into your eyes. His bulge was aching to be free from his trousers.

You responded with a nod as you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. He gently carried you in his arms, not forgetting to pick up your dress and bra from the floor before heading to his bedroom. He never broke the kiss along the way even when he lay you down on his bed.

You helped him take off his clothes as his lips refused to separate from your neck. Taking off your panties before you gently pushed him to sit on his bed while you kneel in between his legs.

You gulp as you take in the view of his erect cock. It was as long as your face but its girth is thick. That's also the prettiest cock you've seen based on the ones you've seen on the internet. You'll never tell him that knowing his jealousy.

Caleb chuckled under his breath, seeing your intense gaze at his length. It made his cock twitch in anticipation at the hunger in your eyes. “You can do whatever you want to it.”

You licked your lips before letting your hands slowly grab on to his length. It was hot, hard, and wet with precum. It had a distinct scent that made your mind hazy.

Curious at its taste, you kissed the tip where the precum was flowing from. Caleb took a sharp intake as he threw his head back slightly. Growing bolder, you began sucking on the head to further taste it. After a minute, you soon began licking lower until your tongue reached his balls.

You gave it an experimental squeeze before sucking on it.

“Am I making you feel good?” You asked, sucking on his sack whilst stroking his shaft with both hands.

Caleb bit his lower lip, throwing his head back as he hissed. His fist clenched on the bed sheet of his bed. Your mouth felt so good and hot that you was trying his best not to cum sooner. “Fuck! That's right...”

He couldn't handle the sight of you kneeling in between his legs, naked as you serve his length. It aroused him seeing you not breaking eye contact while worshipping balls and stroking him hard with an eager expression. It was exactly the filthy fantasies he had of you. He was trying hard to control himself from grabbing your head and begin fucking your mouth like a wild beast.

Caleb chuckles as he tucks some parts of your hair behind your ear that was obstructing his view of you. “You've been sucking on balls for a while now, jie. Have you grown addicted to it?” He teased yet there was need under it.

“Couldn't help it, it's so soft…” You pull away with a loud wet plop, smiling up at him cheekily. You felt his hand entirely cover yours that was stroking him while the other caressed your cheeks.

“Open wide for me…” He breathlessly rubbed the tip against your lips, watching you slowly open your mouth wide for him. “Good girl.”

“Breathe through your nose.” He softly instructed as your eyes rolled backwards once it reached deep down your throat, gag reflex activating. He soon pulls your head away from his length making you breath properly for a few seconds before he pats your head back to it.

“That's it… Don't use your teeth.” Caleb grunted as you bobbed your head, drooling all over him. You obediently listened, trying to breath through your nose as you took him deeper. Loud slurps and wet pops filled his bedroom as you slowly learned to use your tongue.

His low grunts and gasps, even intakes of breath made you tell if you're doing it right. He could feel the familiar forming pit in his stomach. He gently pulled you away before he reached his climax.

You coughed as a couple tears fell from your eyes, wiping it along the drool on the sides of your mouth. Caleb held your arm as he help you stand and climb up his bed.

“Do you have…” You trailed off as you calmed your breathing while lying down on the bed.

“Yeah, I do…” Caleb said, his voice shaking in anticipation as he pulled the nightstand drawer open to take a still wrapped condom box. Once opened, he took one before tossing it back in the drawer and tore the condom open, slid it over his length.

“Ready for me?” He asked softly as he aligned himself in between your legs, his eyes greedily taking the sight of you under him nodding.

“Breathe, baby. I'm almost fully in…” Caleb whispered gently against your lips as he slowly slid deeper in your depths, swallowing your every moan with his forehead pressed on yours.

“Such a good girl… Taking me whole…” He grunted as he took your lips with his, staying in place until you grew used to his size.

It was so hard for him to not lose control. Not with your entire heat swallowing him whole. But he must remain sane and be gentle. It was also your first time, he knew you would feel discomfort at first. So, he whispers praise in your ear, waiting for you to signal for him to continue moving. You hugged him tight and soon whimpered for him to continue once you got used to him.

“So beautiful… So utterly messy for me to witness.” Caleb breathed out, eyes staring down at you half-lidded glinting with lust and want. He quickly learned of your spots as you'll squeal whenever his tip hits it.

You were in tears and crying out in pleasure as his thrust soon grew faster with your moans encouraging him.

“You're finally all mine…” He possessively showers kisses on your neck before biting, making you squeal loudly, as he also hits your g-spot that sends you seeing the stars.

“I'm yours… Yours, Caleb…!” You cried out as you clung on to him for dear life as he thrusted deeper with wanton need.

He grunted out your name as he finally reached his climax.

Panting heavily, he shakily and slowly pulled out of you and tied the used condom. He tiredly rolled beside you, his arm curled around your waist and cradling your head against his chest.

-End of Smut-

You both lay there motionless, calming down from the high. It was silent between you with the sound of the movie still playing outside, which could be heard through the door.

"Was I too rough earlier?" Caleb softly asked as he held your cheek, his hand rubbing on your hips in comfort.

Shaking your head, you sent him a reassuring smile. "No, you weren't. In fact, you were being gentle and guiding me."

Caleb's eyes scan your face to see if there's any trace of regret of doing this. "I even wonder now if I am dreaming. Naked in my bed with you intimately pressed against mine, I still can't believe it."

"Then I guess I should wake you up." You chuckle as you bury your face on his chest, biting on it hard enough to leave a mark.

Caleb blinked at your sudden action before grinning as he leaned his forehead against yours. "I guess it is real."

You meet his tired yet blissful eyes with a loving gaze. “Happy birthday to our dearest Caleb…”

“My rock, my everything, my beloved sunshine. I'll always be here on your side, no matter what.” You softly whispered as you pecked his lips. “May you soar the skies freely someday to your heart's content...”

His eyes slightly widened, swirling with emotions as he carefully watched you. His heart felt so full at your words of affection that he's emotional. He leaned close to capture your lips to a slow and deep kiss.

“You don't know how much I've been wishing to hear that…”

“I love you to the moon and back, my apple.” He confessed with a tearful yet joyful grin as your lips met once more, melting in each other's embrace as the night breeze from the open window cools you both down to sleep.

get it? my apple = apple of my eye haha…no? (;´A｀)

thank you for reading! please do share your thoughts! it means a lot!

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Aether/Dewdrop with 17 for the smut prompts please

17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place

(turned into spanking at the end bc big asses and little hands is my new love affair apparently)

It was the kind of day that begged for an impromptu beach party; a clear blue sky, just enough of a breeze and a unified desire from the dishwashers in the kitchen to his most Unholy Self to just. Not spend the day indoors. The whole of the Ministry was spread out on the waterline, swimming and playing, lazing about and eagerly waiting for the first round of grilled food to be done.

Certain ghouls though, had other appetites in mind.

Sunshine cuts through the water easily to where Mist is sunning herself on an outcropping of rock. The water ghoulette doesn't react to Sunny's splashing as she hauls herself up to sit on the warm stone next to her, only reaches for her drink to keep it from getting knocked over.

"Get a load of Aether." Sunny says gleefully, squeezing water out of her hair. Mist props herself up on her elbows and lowers her sunglasses to see. The quintessence ghoul stands by the treeline, chatting amicably to some siblings. He's in his swim trunks, wet and clinging just right and apparently without a care to the world that everyone can see how the bulge at his crotch earned him those long, curved scratches running down his back. And the scratches aren't the only kind. The more Mist looks, the more she can pick out hickies and bite marks dotting along his shoulders. No doubt if his trunks were shorter, she'd see more on his thighs too. He wears them well and though Mist isn't usually in his court of hungry admirers, she can't deny that the markings worn proudly by a good stud makes her want to add her own to the collection.

"Looks like somebody already did." She mutters in response and Sunny snickers.

A few yards away, oblivious to the conversation, Dew treads water. Barely. He's lost most of his water ghoul form but his gills still work and it's only his narrow eyes that peek above the water, like a crocodile hunting its prey. He's also watching Aether, the easy way he carries himself, the utter lack of shame as he walks around, displaying the marks Dew left on him last night. They're all grown of course. No one really cares who got laid and what happened.

But as Dew floats and thinks and remembers, he decides very suddenly that he does, in fact, care that Aether is just casually milling around. The more Dew has to look at him, the more his memories deliver crystal clear flashes from their latest fuck.

Aether had wandering hands, was the problem. Dew could have the guy in his room to spend some time on their guitars together and inevitably, Aether would find some excuse to be touching Dew and once that happened, well. It was a countdown to the inevitable.

Not that Dew could be entirely absolved of blame. He was the one wearing a plug the whole time.

So when Aether's hands wandered down his pants, he could revel in the broken noise the big guy made and be tossed to the bed. Aether was crawling over him, struggling to balance while he worked his pants down and Dew spread his legs to fuck himself with the plug as Aether nearly wept with lust trying to kiss him and fumble his cock out at the same time.

He was shaking all over as he slid inside Dew, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses everywhere his mouth could reach. Dew basked in the attention, congratulated himself on knowing what Aether needed and it's with utmost tenderness he guides Aether's head to his chest, letting him abuse the tender flesh as Dew locks his legs around that thick waist, digs his nails in and holds on tight as Aether starts to thrust.

Dew blinks back into the present moment. His cock is starting to chub up in his shorts and either he stays in the water until it softens again or he makes his move now and really, it's an obvious choice. He glides through the water to the shore, emerges with the air of some long forgotten creatures as he walks up to Aether, dripping with each step and doesn't even bother to give an excuse as to why he's grabbing Aether by the arm and dragging him away.

Aether has enough time to give a hurried "Bye!" before Dew gets him out of sight. Barely private, just up the hill and around the corner to the Abbey. Not even a shadowy corner, no, one that's bearing the full burnt of the sunlight, stones radiating dry heat as Aether lets himself be pinned to them.

"See something you like?" He asks cheekily as Dew's spindly fingers dive beneath the waistband to grab himself a handful of ass.

"You bastard motherfucker." Dew proclaims before kissing Aether full on the mouth, standing up on his tiptoes to do so. "You advertising or something?"

"I'm a free spirit, Dew." Aether teases between desperate, biting kisses. "You know I like to make people happy."

Jealousy is an odd thing for them, in particular. It's not like they've sworn monogamy but neither of them can deny the sheer amount of possessiveness they hold towards each other.

They've found ways to play with it though.

"Just as long as they know whose bed you come back to." Dew groans, poking his little stiffy into Aether's thigh. "Turn around, I wanna look at what I did."

Aether obliges. Braces himself against the wall with an arch to his back and everything to let Dew trace his fingers over the claw marks he left last night, from the top of his shoulder blades to the base of his spine. Aether bounces his ass and Dew smacks him for it.

"Do it again." Aether says lowly, wiggling his wide hips from side to side.

And Dewdrop obliges. Raining down furiously on each of Aether's cheeks, paddling out his frustration as Aether's head hangs between his arms and his breathing turns harsh.

"Won't be able to sit for a fuckin' week." Dew grunts after half a hundred hits, digging his nails into sore, soft flesh. Aether makes a choked noise and Dew allows them both a tender stroke to the big guy's flank, like he was a spooked animal before turning cruel again and tanking down Aether's shorts to admire his heh handiwork.

Only for his mouth to run dry and his emotions give way to numb shock as Aether spreads himself further, revealing the jeweled base of a plug in his hole. Ears ringing, throat tight, cock aching, Dew reaches out to touch it.

"Always ready for you." Aether murmurs. "Whatever you want to do to me."

Dew makes a pained wheeze and raises his hand high for one final smack.

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Thank you for requesting! Had no clue what to write at first but once I spent a day mulling over it, the words went so fast

Pick up people and be picked up, that’s my life philosophy.

Also, here’s a little line that I (unfortunately) cut from the chapter: “My brain,” he began, acting as if his words were serious, “is motivated by the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.”

~2000 words

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Naples, Italy. A beautiful, seaside city and a place where Scaramouche just happened to own a property.

He owned a mansion there, because it was where he dealt with a lot of his business matters. It didn’t take much convincing for him to let you tag along. The whole way, he held your hand. You were the only two on his personal jet excluding staff. And he made sure to parade you through the airport as two attendants followed, hauling each of your respective suitcases.

The property was stunning. Beautiful yellows, oranges, and creams of Italian architecture filled your field of vision. And what was even better was that one side of it had access to the beach. You could faintly hear the roaring of waves in the background.

He had some business to do other days, but today was a day for him to spend with you.

Since that time many months ago, where you first started dating, Scaramouche had made sure to shower you with gifts. Whatever you wanted was yours. He made sure to do it without guilt, too, because he knew that you would feel wasteful or selfish otherwise.

The attendants placed your suitcases in the master bedroom. You quickly swung your bag up into the air, letting it arc through the air and bounce onto your plushy bed.

Scaramouche followed, shaking his head with a smile on his face. “What? Already rushing off to the seaside?”

“Of course,” you called. You sifted through the contents of your main bag until you found a patterned swimsuit (which can look like whatever you like). “I’ll change in the bathroom. You be ready in five minutes, kay?”

“Yeah, I will…” 

He waved you off, finding his own swimwear. It was a pair of navy swim trunks stashed in the bottom of his suitcase. He also fished out a container of sunscreen and towels, having been the more prepared one. He opted for changing in the bedroom while you were gone.

Once you returned in your swimsuit, he teasingly bit his lip. You knew what that look meant.

“How am I supposed to focus on swimming when all I want is you?” he joked.

You lightly smacked the back of his head. “Stop being so weird all the time… we’re swimming, let’s get a move on.”

“Sunscreen first. C’mere, dummy.” Scaramouche waited for you to return, then squeezed some of the sun lotion onto his hand. Those hands then smoothed the lotion onto your back. He made sure to squeeze your shoulders in the process, then spin you around and dab some on your nose and cheeks.

You took the tube from him. “I can get the rest by myself. And after, I can get your back.”

He watched the whole time, and obediently turned away so that you could spread the sunscreen on him. Scaramouche, the freak that he was, chose to make little noises and whines as if it felt that good (it didn’t; he was just trying to get under your skin).

“I swear, you are so childish. Shut your mouth.” You acted like the sounds weren’t flustering you.

“Fine, fine. So boring all the time…”

Ten minutes later, the two of you strolled down to the rolling water. For the most part, the beach was rocky, but you found a little area to mill about in without your sandals. Scaramouche followed you, placing the two blankets on the ground near your other things — phones, sunglasses and whatnot.

The water against your bare feet sent a chill up you. Jarring at first, but easy to get used to. It was peaceful out here without a crowd of other residents and tourists alike. You went out into the water until it reached up your calves, your knees, then your thighs, adjusting to the temperature with every step.

The first ‘attack’, or splash of water, was your own doing. The water glistened in the air and spattered onto Scaramouche’s chest, sliding down without resistance because of the sunscreen.

“Hey! You little tease.” He followed up shortly with a splash of his own.

Play fighting ensued.

Each splash was bigger than the one before it, until your hair clung to your forehead and made it hard to see. Scaramouche seemed to be just as soaked. Finally, you lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his nape so that you both plunged into the water.

Once you resurfaced, he looped his arms around your waist. The water was up to his shoulders by now.

“What, are we reaching the deep end? You need your floaties?” you teased.

Scaramouche shook his head, the droplets in his hair dispersing. He really was like a wet cat. “Shut up, I’m perfectly fine when it comes to swimming ability. I just like to keep a firm hold on what’s mine~”

“My hero, aren’t you?”

“I like to consider myself as such,” he conceded. His eyes flicked up to your face. The sight of you like this, donning just a swimsuit and water dripping down your face, made it hard for his thoughts not to drift.

You reached a certain point where your feet lost the rocky ground below. He bobbed in the water beside you.

“Here. Can I do this?”

Scaramouche swam closer, wrapping his legs around your midsection. He made sure to press close so you knew exactly how he was feeling.

A laugh left your lips. “You’re gonna drag me down with you…” “So what?” He stuck out his bottom lip in a pouty manner. Maybe in the early parts of your relationship, he would’ve tried to seem more showy or romantic, but with so long of dating under your belt by now, he was content with showing his clinginess.

Bobbing in the water was a peaceful motion, with him latched onto you like this. The sound of the city provided a nice background, reminding you that life still went on even as it seemed like you two were the only ones.

He brushed a gentle hand through your soaked hair. Maybe he was trying to reestablish the more romantic moment.

Until he rolled his hips against your stomach in another silent demand.

This lil’ freak couldn’t be quenched…

To be fair, Scaramouche himself looked quite tempting with just the shorts on. When you held him up like that in the water, droplets slid down the planes of his chest. Though he was small, it didn’t mean he wasn’t fit.

Some of the lingering marks on him were still visible. Made pink with time — probably from the last week — he had little blemishes on his neck, collarbones… and lower, on his navel and waist.

Maybe it was for the better that you weren’t on a public beach. You knew you had marks of your own on your neck that Scaramouche was responsible for.

“Fine, let’s go inside.” You waded through the water until your feet were back on the sand. You set him down so that you could each dry off the excess water.

Once Scaramouche drew the towel over his head, done drying off, he snuck over to you and picked you up. The benefit of being similar heights was that you could both comfortably pick up the other. It swung depending on the day (or minute, in this case).

“Hey-!” was your automatic yelp. He just tightened his arm around you and carried you in through the back door of the villa.

“You look so dang good in that swimsuit, you know.” His voice was low into the crook of your neck, rough with desire. “It’s so hard for me to hold off.”

Scaramouche paced through the dining room and into the kitchen. You managed to lower yourself from his arms — after all, when he held you up like this, it made you even taller in comparison.

You needed an even playing field.

Like… the counter.

Looping your hands under his thighs, you lifted him up and set him down on the pristine counter. It wasn’t like he weighed a ton. He only made a small noise of — what was it? Protest? Approval? You stood in between his legs, which provided a good pressure for him.

“What a tease; I’m supposed to sweep you off your feet,” he muttered. He cut off with a sharp, high-pitched sound when your mouth latches onto the side of his neck.

You weaved one of your hands into his hair damp with seawater. By now, it was almost wavy because of the saltiness. “Whatever satisfies you,” you muttered against the heated skin.

“If you have to lead, at least kiss me properly.”

No further prompting was needed. His lips tasted of salt, which you savored, before parting them. His hands laced around the back of your neck, fingers easing into your hair to tug at the strands.

The kitchen, robbed of its intended use, was filled with small hums and the sound of saliva. It was a long moment before you broke apart.

“It still stuns me every time,” Scaramouche breathed.

“What?”

“How amazing this is. How amazing you are. I’m glad I get to spoil you every day.” It seemed he hadn’t lost his suave words after all.

You rested your forehead against his, your breaths mixing together as you simultaneously tried to regain them. “Even being such a brat, you still find the means to make me feel so treasured… how, even? How does your brain work?”

“My brain,” he began, acting as if his words were serious, “deals with a lot of emotions every time it perceives you. For one, I’m overwhelmed with the urge to spoil you, and for two, it is bombarded by painfully great thoughts, if you will.”

“You’re my little freak, huh?” You took a moment to let your fingers card through his hair, then one of your hands slid down to his cheek.

He leaned his cheek into your hand, his eyes slipping shut at the feeling.

“Yeah, I’m your freak.”

He was just… so cute. You leaned in close to him again so that your lips could meet a second time. This time was much more gentle, with Scaramouche melting into your hold. Despite that, he continued to roll his hips against you like his life depended on it.

You placed your hand on his hip to hold him still. Scaramouche let out quiet whine, needing the friction — or just your touch — to be satisfied.

As a form of retaliation, he nipped at your bottom lip, moving to your neck like a starved cat (in the way that, no matter what way you tried to hold him back, he’d still manage to stretch and get there).

“You gremlin- ah-“ Your words cut off when Scaramouche bit a specific spot where there was already a faded mark. Playing dirty, huh. You pulled at his indigo, drying hair.

“I can do whatever when this is my villa, my business trip, my partner,” he whispered teasingly into the slope of your neck.

Grinning widely, you pushed his jaw away. “Bold words for the person sitting on the counter, whose feet can’t touch the ground.”

His indigo eyes stared into yours with no signs of being intimidated. “I’m up for a challenge. Any day of this week, you name it. And since this is a vacation for you, there’s no shame in admitting you got destroyed—“

Your grip on him got tighter. Not only was he pinned on the counter with you between his legs, his back was pressed against the wall. You tugged on his cheek. Then, a voice so soft in his ear and yet so cruel.

“I find it infinitely funnier if you had to sit through a bunch of meetings, trying desperately to hide the marks on your neck and the way your legs barely work. Just a thought.”

A short, hitched breath left Scaramouche’s lips.

This was going to be a particularly fun vacation.

[umilily]

fucking mosquito had a feast on my leg last night

[sodaneko]

friends tell me lore about a tattoo of yours