#and something possessed me to draw him too hehe

[spotlightstudios]

Reblogging this w/ the doodles I dropped in here now that I'm all doodled-out hehe. Had a great time!

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[6gumi]

jealous little angel.

synopsis ﹒” oh mr. sunday 、you really need to work on your jealousy ! it was just a prank ! ”

pairings﹒sunday x f!reader

cw﹒ nsfw MDNI. jealous s3x 、rough ! sunday :< 、some possessive themes / tendencies 、usage of petnames ( angel-face、dove、etc ! ) 、wall s3x 、semi-public s3x 、slight breeding kink if yew squint ! ^-^ 、he rips your stockings . . hehe 、we luv possessive sunday !

note﹒hai hai ! ! decided to write for sunday . . . ooh he’s so dreamie . . . he’s such a red flag but i luv him . . . x.x hehe here’s a special taggie for a special someone ! @cubffections | reblogs are highly appreciated. if you would like to talk to me, send in rqs or thirsts, feel free to send me an ask ! — rubi ♡

this party was going to drive him to the edge. sunday can't contain his excitement as he examined his surroundings . . . the anticipation of seeing his beloved made his heart race. he knows you’re waiting for him, dressed in something that's bound to drive him wild. It's maddening, the way you tease him, playing with his emotions. he steps forward, closing the huge door softly behind him. the scent of you permeates the air, and he can't help but inhale deeply, relishing the familiar comfort it brings. sunday knew you were off talking to a few ipc members here and there, so he took his sweet time trying to find you, savouring every step.

rounding the corner, he spots you in profile, your body bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. the sight of you in that red lace nightgown, the way your breasts sway with each step, is enough to make his cock ache. it’s an irresistible sight, and sunday moves toward you with predatory intent. but wait . . . why were you speaking with someone else? sunday’s smile faded . . . lost in the immediate shuffle of emotions as he examined the man that was way too close to you for comfort, that dopey smile on that man’s face wasn’t fooling anyone . . and he was aware of that. his vibrant gaze slowly faded away, clouding the atmosphere with nothing but tension. he clenched his fists as hard as he could, enough for his nails to draw blood to his delicate skin.

sunday really couldn’t stand it.

he couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else. even so, he knew very well you were doing this on purpose just to tease him . . . seeing you having such a great time with someone else triggered a primal protective instinct within him. the way you touched that man’s shoulder . . . those pretty doe eyes of yours staring into someone else’s eyes other than his . . . the way your breasts squeezed together when you crossed your arms, fuck. he couldn't ignore the need to discipline you when you behaved like this, and he knew he had to put you in your place.

with a smooth, fluid motion, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you away from the party, away from your new little friend you made and any distractions. “huh . . . ? sunday?—“

“not another word from you, my love.” sunday tried to act firm . . yet he couldn’t stop his heart from skipping more beats than one at the sight of your cleavage in that god-forbidden revealing dress, the memory of how they felt in his hands coming back to him in a rush. sunday swallows thickly, his gaze locked on your exposed cleavage. he can almost smell your arousal now, faint but undeniable. "what were you thinking? were you trying to seduce that fool?“ he was moving closer. He can't resist the temptation, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek . . . his thumb pressing against your lower lip.

"you know I can't resist you, and you know i can’t stand it when you’re all dolled up talking to someone else but me. have you learnt nothing from the punishments i’ve given you? is that it?” a devilish glint sparkles in his eyes, promising an evening full of sin and pleasure. who knew such an angel like him would have eyes this dangerous. sunday leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "you belong to me . . ." he whispers, taking in the scent of your fragrance, “. . . or have you forgotten that?”

you couldn’t help but shiver against his body, you wanted this as much as he did and he could tell, he knew very well you did. “baby . . . i just wanted to play a little prank on you, ‘s nothing serious . . . promise!” sunday kept his mouth shut as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, tugging you flush against his body. his lips find the nape of your neck, where he plants a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. "it is serious when there’s another man involved," he growls, his voice deep and rough with need. “ . . . and you know i don’t share, darling.”

with a hand, he reaches down and eases your pretty lil’ dress up, exposing your ass. his gloved fingers dig into the soft flesh, tracing the curve before giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. "bad, bad girl.” he murmurs, already envisioning the way you’ll shred under his touch. “what am i gonna do with a bad girl like you . .” sunday examines your facial expression, giving your cheek a gentle slap, inserting his thumb inside your mouth. “should i tie your arms around your back? shove my cock inside this slutty mouth of yours . . . or fill you up with my cum? or maybe . . . i should fuck you in-front of everyone else, let them know that you’re mine and mine alone . . do you want that, my love?”

sunday’s lips curve into a wicked smile, and he nods, his hand still firmly gripping your ass. "i wish i can hide you away from the world, angel-face . . . you need to be taught some more.” he warns, his voice thick with lust. “guess those punishments didn’t work on you . . . how pitiful.”

sunday kept your body pinned against the wall, the grip on your ass never wavering, the feel of his beloved pressed against him driving him wild. he knew you both had to be careful . . his little wings would flutter at the loud sound of music from below, there were still people around . . and getting caught was not something he would want. once you both were in the clear, he doesn't waste any time. with one swift movement, he lifts you even further up against the wall, your legs parting to reveal the wetness between them. sunday’s sinful eyes devour the sight, and he can't help the predatory smile that spreads across his face. "such a naughty girl, wet for me already,"

"now, what do you say we do something about that wetness of yours?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive, the air thick with the promise of pleasure and sinfulness. “ . . ‘s not fair i’m gettin’ punished for a prank . .” you murmured, legs trembling under his hold. sunday chuckles darkly, giving your ass a hard slap, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“now, now, baby . . no need to act all innocent," he teases, his hand never leaving your hip . . gently pinning you with his body even more. “i like how feisty you can get, angel face . . . but there's a time and a place for everything, right?" he purrs, his eyes dark with lust. “you won’t be acting all innocent once i fuck you dumb on my cock.” your husband traces his fingers down your chest, pausing to tease your nipples through the lace of the dress. his mouth finds yours, his lips soft as he explores your mouth with his tongue, taking his time to savor the taste of your lips he yearned for all day. when he pulls away, he's breathing heavily. the young male tsked, shaking his head as he reached your chin again, “you know how i feel about disobedience, correct?”

"tonight i’m going to show you who you belong to," he murmurs, reaching for the hem of the dress. with a swift yank, he pulls it over your head, revealing your body in all its glory. “the man you will belong to until the end of time.” sunday’s eyes drink in the sight of your black stockings, licking his lips. "you’re not getting away from me anytime soon, my love, i hope you and your pretty little head realize that.” he asks, his voice thick with desire as he starts to tug the stockings down.

“you’re not escaping me, angel-face.” he growls, his hand gripping the delicate fabric of the pair stockings you wore . . . with a swift and violent motion, he tears them down your legs, the sound of the material tearing filling the empty hall. he relents, pulling back just enough to grip your inner thigh, his grip firm but not oppressive. . . admiring the rip he caused with your stockings, giving him easier access to those pretty panties you wore.

sunday’s eyes gleam with a deranged excitement, gripping your hips, positioning himself at the entrance of your pussy . . giving it one painful slap. "you’ll thank me for this someday," he growls before gently sliding himself inside your wet heat, the friction sending shivers down his spine. “you’ll thank me for claiming you, my dove. you will.”

“a-ah . . sunday . . !” the young halovian’s lips curve into a wicked grin as you gasp, the surprise at the sudden invasion of his cock into your pussy more than apparent. he’s not gentle, not this time. sunday needs to claim you, to make sure you knew who owns you in this moment and forever. his thrusts were harsher than usual, tongue lolling out as you were slowly losing your mind already when his cock filled you completely. “you’re mine, angel. you’ll always be mine," he growls, the possessiveness in his tone thick. he pounds into you with desperation to get his message across your head, the rhythm erratic, as if he's trying to claw his way into your soul . . fingers nearly turning white as they dug into the flesh of your hips, pulling them back to meet each thrust of his cock.

his own heat was rising, the scent of sweat snd sex filling the air around you. with how loud you were moaning, he was almost certain someone would catch you both. “let the heat pass through you, and i’ll mark you. i’ll claim you, my love.” he was going to breed you, to leave no doubt that you were his. his thrusts became more erratic, more urgent, as he fights to push aside the thoughts that threaten to consume him. the single thought of his seed filling you only intensifies his need to dominate, to control . . to keep you all to himself.

"nobody will take you away from me. nobody.” sunday grinds his hips against you, his cock sliding against your tight entrance. sunday already came inside you multiple times the previous times you both had intercourse, but it's not enough. he wants your body to be filled with his seed. his fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he thrusts forward, filling your cunny with his throbbing dick. sunday’s eyes roll back as he relishes in the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him once more . . only raising his urge fill you up even more. “s—so tight, so perfect. i wish i could fill you up every day . . let everyone know you’re mine.” sweat drips down his forehead as he drives into you with a newfound fervor. each thrust is a powerful assertion, “easy now . . you don’t want us to get caught now, do you?" his voice is a low, gravelly growl, laced with desperation.

“sunday . . f-feels weird . . feels like i’m goin’ stupid . .” drool slipped away from your lips, a chuckle left sunday’s lips as he slowed down his thrusts . . giving you a moment to adjust to his size again, taking that moment to kiss and mark your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. “you were sent to me by the angels of this world,” he whispers, the possessiveness in his tone unmistakable. “you look so pretty pressed up against the wall like this . . . are you enjoying yourself?”

“fuck . . yes, yes!” sunday’s eyes flare with delight at your whine, your need for him clear, and it makes him even more aggressive in his thrusts. sunday was close, so close. he leaned over your shoulder, his teeth finding their mark on the juncture between their delicate skin of neck and shoulders, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “mine, mine, mine . . ." he whispered against your ear, burying himself deeper and deeper, caging your hands above your head, holding them there as he filled you completely, ensuring that when you cum, you cum for him and only him. he’s not going to let you go.

with one final, brutal push of his cock, the halovian came inside your aching cunny, flooding your walls with his seed. he held you tightly against his body, shifting gently further into the wall. his release was intense, seed spurting deep inside as some dripped down on the floor. he nestled close against your neck, breathing heavily, refusing to let go of you even after he emptied himself inside. “ . . . so tell me, angel face, did you learn your lesson?”

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[ggukslov]

Honey kiss 💋

୨୧ Pairing : bfjungkook x gfReader

୨୧ Genere : smut

୨୧ word count : 2k+

Warning : alcohol consumption, oral (f! receiving), eating out, jealous sex, handcuffs, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, penetrative sex, hickeys, (jk is jealous, protective and possessive af), pet names ( alot cuz I love them, hehe), spanking, aftercare, jk likes to be called daddy, soft jk in the end

Note : this is my first ever time writing smut and something here on Tumblr, I'm shy, and feeling uhm maybe a little shameful after writing this, though I hope you like it, and yes- English isn't my first language so bear if you see any grammatical mistakes. <33

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"Want another glass, honey?" Jungkook asks sipping on his wine.

You are lucky to have a boyfriend like him, always sweet and caring, but when angry, can easily take you to heaven. He's a sex god. No one can ever please you the way he does.

Out of this world.

"Sure" you nods your head, bringing your glass closer to him so he can pour you another glass of wine, so sweet of him to surprise you with candle light dinner when you got home after your hectic day at work. As he pours you another glass, you see his facial expressions change into a slight smirk.

You already had three glass and you started to feel tipsy, "You sure, you can handle another glass? Your face is already red." He caresses your cheek, pulls your chair closer to his. "Mhmm" you nods, reassuring him that you can handle another glass. He chuckles slightly at your short response, looking at you as you eat your pasta.

He gives the glass back to you and you sips on it. Gulping down more wine in your system you start to feel more tipsy. That's when you feel jungkook hand slipping under your dress as he caresses your thigh drawing small patterns. Waiting for your response as looking at your drunk state.

"Baby, do you want to say something?" He asks as if he can read your mind, still drawing small patterns on your thigh. You feel his hand started to get a little firm with each stroke. You finish your glass and put it on the table, so does jungkook. He finishes his pasta, waiting for you to finish yours too. Gliding his hand up and up. "Hmm?" He asks again.

"No kook." You says as you finish your pasta too. Your head started to feel lighter, the alcohol kicking in, jungkook hand firmly grabbing your thigh. "liar! I heard what happened today at your office." You feel him gritting his teeth slowly as he started to draw circles on your inner thigh.

You know what's coming for you.

You stay silent, waiting for him to say something as the heat between your legs starting to grow. "What happened? Why all silent now huh!? Would you like to tell me by yourself or should I do it for you?" He speaks, his voice sounding angry. "Jungkook. I- that wasn't my fault.  He was trying to get closer to me but believe me I push him away." You looks up at him, seeing his jaw clenching.

It wasn't your fault. You just went to your office terrace to get some air when you feel someone's coming towards you from behind, slowly snaking his hands on your waist. You turn around to meet taehyung. The man who has a crush on you. He tried to impress you so many times but today it was too much. You rejected him saying that you have a boyfriend and you don't need him to invade your privacy and want to have some distance with him.

"Yeah? Jimin sent me a video of you and him, on terrace. How dare he touched you like that! And why were you rejecting him that calmly? Why didn't you slap him, huh?" Jimin his best friend who works in the same company as you, sure jungkook tells him to keep an eye on you and to make sure that you are taking care of yourself.

"Jungkook, i rejected him. And how I'm able to slap someone at work?" You speak back, proving your point. "watch your mouth, that's not how you talk to your daddy, hm?" He says firmly. The alcohol making you lightheaded. You want to prove that you are innocent and it's isn't your fault at all.

You slightly removes his hand from your thigh. "It wasn't my fault at all, stop blaming me, and you told jimin to keep an eye on me, right? Don't you trust me?" You see his eyes getting dark with each of your word.

He put his hand back on your thigh, this time more firmly. "You know I don't like when someone else gets close to you, and yeah jimin is keeping an eye on you because I need to take care of you." You hears sincerety in his voice, he still looks jealous, he's is protective of you. He doesn't like when any other man looks at you inappropriately.

"And for the way how you speak to me, i should punish you." He stands up from the dining table and you look up at him, your vision slightly blurry of the alcohol. Your skin feeling hot. "Get on the couch, on all fours." He orders as he takes the dishes to the sink.

"But-"

"No buts." He cuts you off, you don't have another choice, besides you are also feeling kinda horny from all the teasing he did.

You walk to the couch, looking at him as he went into his bedroom.

You get on the couch, as he walks back into the living room, with a pair of handcuffs. "Get on all fours, right now." You obeys him and get on your fours, ass facing him. He bends down to your level and lock your hands with handcuffs.

"Now, be a good girl and do as daddy says, got it" you nods. He opens the zip of your dress, sliding down the dress and throwing it on the floor. Leaving you only in your panties.

You got a slap on your ass, which makes you squirm, the burning sensation stays there but he soon kisses the spot where he spanks you. Soon another spank came, makes you shudders. "Keep still." Another spank.

You buried your head into the cushion, the another spank came, and your knees gives up, jungkook helds your waist and kisses on the red handprint. "Good girl. You are doing good." You muffles in the pillow. His kisses sending shivers down your spine.

"Already wet for daddy, huh! Gonna treat you good, gonna mark you up so everyone can see who you belongs to."

Without any warning he slides one finger into your hole making you moan.

He keeps his finger still making you whine, you want some friction so you slightly grind on his finger. But he holds you in place. "Patience honey, did I tell you to ride my fingers, huh?" He slides another finger, stretching you.

"Please jungkook." You speaks lowly face still buried in the pillow as you want him to move. "Please what babe? Hm? Please what? Use your words, open that dirty mouth of yours and tell me what you want me to do." He isn't moving at all, his fingers still in your hole.

You had enough, it's all making you frustrated. You grind on his fingers once again just to get an another spank. "I said, use your words." He speaks firmly.

"P-please- move your fingers, please I want it." As soon as you beg him to give you some relief, he slowly moves his finger in and out of your glistened hole, making you arch your back, another hand grabbing your waist to make you stay still.

"See, it's easy when you use that mouth of yours, you just have to say, and I'll give you everything you want. But-" the pace increases, his hand moving harder, making you buried your head deep into the pillow, the pleasure is making you so good that you don't even know where are you. "Stay away from other men, you are mine, mine to please, mine to fuck, mine to use the way I want. You are mine, my little angel. Right? You are daddy's little good girl, huh?" The pace only increasing. With each word, getting harder and harder leaving you breathless.

You nods, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter with each pump.

"Say that you are mine. Speak louder." His thumb starts tracing your folds, taking you close to your climax.

"Mhm, I'm yours, only yours-" you feel more close to your climax, wanting to cum. "Yeh? Wanna cum?" His thumb rubs your clit. You nods. "Say please, say, use your magical words honey, and I'll let you."

"P-please- daddy- please let me cum, I'll be your good girl, please let me cum."

"Hm! Cum on my fingers, honey." And as he gives you permission, you come undone on his fingers, breathing heavily. He keeps his finger inside, you whine feeling overstimulated. Tries to push his hand away off you. "Uhh- plea-" he pops his fingers out of your hole. Cum dripping on your thigh, his hand coming to your mouth.

"Lick your sweet honey off. Clean my fingers." You obeys and suck on his fingers tasting yourself. "Good girl, you are so good for daddy." You lays on your stomach, he takes out his finger from your mouth and licks off your saliva.

"Already tired? I'm not done yet." Strokes your hair, "you look so good, laying for me like this, breathing heavily. Waiting for me to give you permission so that you can cum. So good, you are too good for me." He kisses your forehead, removes his shirt. You looks up at him lazily, all the alcohol making you thirsty for him.

As soon as his abs are on display, your mouth drools. "Please daddy, please remove these handcuffs, I wanna touch you so bad." You sits up.

He shakes his head, "remember, it's your punishment? You don't have permission to touch me yet." As he removes his pants, leaving himself in his boxers, your eyes went to his hard cock, so prominent, begging for attention.

"Please-"

"No." He gets on top of you, "just lay back down and let me punish you" you lay back on your back, looking at him. He gets on his knees, trailing kisses from your neck to down to your stomach until he stops at where the hem of your underwear is.

He looks in your eyes and smirk, slowly removing your soaked panties from your slick, throwing them on the floor as well. He kiss on your soft bud, and you moan grabbing his hair, eyes closed.

He gives a long lick to your soft bud making your grip tighter on his hairs, grabbing your waist with both hands, he slowly sucks on your clit making you clench on nothing. Licking you whole, his tongue gets in the contact of your sensitive entrance, "you smell so sweet, taste so good uhh-" he groaned, head between your legs as he sucks on yours entrance.

Before you can say anything, his tongue pokes your hole, as he eats you whole, doing his magic to your pussy, making you clench on his tongue, sucking, licking, eating.

You soon feel another wave of pleasure taking you close to your second climax, your hand in his hair tighten. But before you can cum, he removes his mouth from your hole, giving you a smirk, as you whine. "Want to cum again huh?" He removes his boxers, freeing his hard cock. Grabbing and pumping it one or two times, precum already dripping down, you nods desperately.

"Hm? Then-" spreading your legs wider, he pushes his cock inside you, making you moan loudly. "Oh jungkook-"

"Yes baby? Do you like this cock, liking how it taking you to the edge? Wanna cum on daddy's cock?" He thrust back and forth, deeper and harder. You moan loudly as he kisses on your neck, your sensitive breasts and collarbone, getting on your sensitive spot as he sucks hardly, making you shiver in pleasure. You nods again. "Mhm, please. I wanna cum-" the knot getting tighter again.

He fastens his pace as sucks on your neck, leaving dark red hickey on your neck. Whispers in your ear "yeah? Wait till I say so. Got it?" You whine, his pace only increasing, making you clench tight.

"Oh baby, you are tight, i preped you enough but you are still so tight, loving daddy's cock?" You nods desperately. "Yeah- so good. Please let me cum-"

"What did I say? You ain't allowed to cum, wait till I give you permission to cum." It's too much pleasure for you, you can't take it anymore. His animalistic pace only making difficult for you to not cum.

You can't hold it back anymore and you cum without his permission, getting another spank on your ass. "Brat!! I told you to hold it." His movements getting sloppier as he's chasing his own high. Your breathing getting heavier and heavier as you feel another climax.

You whine loudly. "Ah- st-stop, I can't-"

"You can, just 5 more minutes, i know you can, you are my baby, listen to what daddy's saying." He kisses you intensely to making you relax.

He grunts in your mouth as his movements getting sloppier and sloppier with each push, soon he cums inside you, filling you up to the brim, and you cum once again.

A tear fell down your cheeks, he breaks the kiss and kisses your cheek. "You did so good for daddy, so good. I'm proud of you." He kisses your forehead gently, laying on top of you. You whine feeling overstimulated. He chuckles and pulls out of you. His cum dripping on your thigh. "Look, how much mess you made" he gets back down and lick your dripping cum off you, you whine loudly trying to pushes his head, but he only licks you deeper, you grab his hair tightly and pushes his head, he chuckles.

"You taste so good, I just can't stay away." He kisses your forehead once again and grabs wet wipes from the table, cleaning himself and grabbing onto more to clean yourself. you squirm.

"Sorry baby, I'll be gentle, did I hurt you?" He now gently cleans. You shakes your head as you keeps your eyes close feelings sleepy.

Once he cleans you, he uncuffes you and kisses your wrist gently, "you are mine, and only mine, honey, I love you."

He carries you to the bedroom and covers you both in the blanket. Kisses your forehead once again as he snuggles up. "I love you too, jungkook" you mumbles. He chuckles and you both drift off to sleep.

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— Bloodthirsty Demon

Part 1/?

Emperor Geta x wife!Reader

Words: 3K. Read on ao3. Masterlist.

Fandom: Gladiator II (2024)

Summary: You and your husband Geta get worked up over a bloody gladiatorial fight. Geta is engrossed by your bloodthirstyness. (Oh, and Caracalla’s there too, being cute hehe.) (pre-gladiator II I guess.)

Warning(s): Violence, Blood, Gladiatorial fight, pet names used, Y/N used only twice, mention of intercourse, very horny flirty, no smut sorry (maybe in a second part if I write it.). 🔞

A/N: please someone take my cellular device away from me. (actually please don't. i’ll explode.)

The view of the Colosseum is always magnificent, especially from your Emperor(s) and Empress's booth which has a perfect view for your majesties.

Your husband, Geta, is sitting on your right with his brother to his right—all three of you are glued to the arena below. The gladiatorial fights are always something you all enjoy.

It is a moment of pure release and energy—the blood and gore, the incessant roars and screams of the crowd—is invigorating.

Geta usually picks a fighter to root over, only to drop him when he senses him losing. This time, there seems to be no one bother rooting for. He orders more wine, holding his goblet up in the air, to which a servant promptly refills with red wine. Caracalla leans over to murmur something into Geta’s ear which causes the man to giggle like a drunken schoolboy into his goblet.

You glance over, seeing them giggle, which amuses you much to you trying to hide the evidence. Seeing their brotherhood, untainted by Caracalla’s illness or imperial duties, is a heartwarming sight to see.

Geta glances over, seeing you smirk into your goblet. An eyebrow quirks and the emperor gives you a side eye look. "And what are you smirking at?" He asks, slurring his words ever so slightly. He has already downed several cups of wine, after all.

“Just enjoying the view of my amused husband,” you coo, your voice low and sultry, leaning near him ever so closely.

This response makes him laugh, in his usual hyena like manner. “Enjoying the view of me, are you?" He slurs slightly before gesturing towards the should-be bloody spectacle below. "But my dear, I did not realise you had a taste for bloodshed.” he leans closer as well, “Unless you are getting off on a different kind of view…" he jokes, giving you a sinful look.

“You know I cannot resist either,” you glance away from him back to the fight, checking in, but you already know not much has happened as Caracalla has stayed pretty quiet, which is unlike him.

Geta chuckles at your response and leans back in his throne. He motions with his hand for a servant to top up his wine once more, before fixing you with an amused smirk again. "Now I'm not sure what to think. Maybe I should be concerned when my blushing bride says she loves bloodshed.” He snickers to himself then takes a long gulp, the strong wine coursing down his throat.

You hum. “Yes, maybe you should,”

You eye the abysmal fighting in the arena below. A scowl forms on your face. Whats taking them so long? Why is the fight so boring!? You need another drink. Maybe that will liven it up and trick you into thinking it is fun. You hold your goblet up in the air and a servant refills it with red wine and down it.

Geta’s gaze returns to the colosseum, his reaction is the same as yours. His nose slightly crinkles with disgust as one gladiator misses another. “Gods, this is a boring fight...they're useless.” he voices your thoughts.

"Come here," Geta demands, his attention wearing at the boring fight, crooking a finger towards you, beckoning you to draw closer to him. As you do, he slides a hand around your waist like a snake pulling in its prey and pulls you into his lap, resting possessively on your thigh. “Maybe you're secretly a bloodthirsty devil like me. I wouldn’t be surprised." He smirks and glances at the fighting below, his eyes following with intensity. Every punch thrown, every splash of blood, every cry of pain. The Emperor's dark brown eyes reflected a strange excitement as he watched, his other arm draped over the back of chair. But it���s not enough. He needs more. All three of you do.

“Of course, I am. It was the first thing we bonded over,” you reply casually, quirking an eyebrow and smirking at him.

“Mmm, yes. I do recall that now. You were so shy, and when I asked you if you like fighting and bloodshed, you were like an excitable little demon." Geta chuckles and sips his wine, his arm squeezing you a bit tighter as he does so.

You cackle at your resemblance between yourself and a ‘excitable little demon’, as your husband describes, so hard that you have to explain to Caracalla what you are laughing about which sends the three of you into drunken hysterics.

Geta's grip on your waist tightens, as he laughs alongside you and Caracalla. His wine threatens to spill from his cup from laughing so hard, as do all your goblets, his chest heaving as he cackles like a hyena.

You then hear Caracalla squark laughter when he finally notices you are sat on his brother’s lap. “Have you become so bored you are going to fuck?!” he wheezes out more laughter.

Geta's grip on you loosens as he laughs with his brother, both men’s laughs turn into cackling like madmen. Caracalla is drunk. Extremely drunk, and the alcohol slurs his words as he expresses, “I'd forgotten about that, brother. She made quite an impression on you that night, didn't she!"

“Oh, shush, Cara,” you say playfully, leaning over to smile at him. Caracalla giggles, giving you a crooked grin in return.

Geta laughs all the more as his brother reminds him of your first meeting. He remembers it like it was yesterday, how you revealed your true devilish side to him on that night, and he was enraptured. “ah, yes. An impression I will never forget.”

The gladiator below makes yet another mistake and trips over his own feet. “Gods, this has to be the worst fight of the century. At this rate, the winner will be whoever gets lucky first. If any of this is even considered fighting..." Geta sniggers, and Caracalla giggles in agreement.

At that, you down the last of your wine, and cry, “GET ON WITH IT!” into the arena below. You do not know exactly who you're saying it about or to but, like Geta says, it’ll be whoever gets lucky.

They laugh and howl like insane men at your sudden bloodthirsty reaction and Geta downs his drink too, before shouting out at the gladiators. “HEAR THAT? YOUR EMPRESS WANTS A BLOODY FIGHT, GIVE HER ONE!”Geta's bellowing demand rings out around the Colosseum, and for a moment there's an eerie quiet that follows.

The gladiators below glance around for any sign of you, the Empress, and even their opponents stop and glance up at the viewing box. Then, a collective roar from the audience sounds, as they pick up on both your words, shouting and cheering in consensus. Your Emperor snickers and nudges you with a grin that's all teeth with his wild eyes. "Look at them scramble around. You'd think you're a goddess descended from the heavens."

Geta holds you firmly in his lap and he leans in to whisper in your ear, his hot breath against your skin, while his hand travels down to your thigh. “I have to say, you shouting like that was unexpected, my dear. But extremely arousing all the same," Your husband’s whispered admission is punctuated by a low growl, and his grip tightens on your thigh, giving you a kiss on your neck. It hits the sensitive vein perfectly and you bite your lip, squirming delightfully in pleasure. He pulls you closer, his chest pressing flush against your back, as he eyes the arena.

The gladiators now fight with more fervor, clearly trying to please you—their empress. It's a brutal and bloody brawl, just as you have ordered. One of the gladiators particularly obliges, brandishing a sword in vigour and roars for the crowd making Caraclla clap in giddiness.

Geta leans down and murmurs into your ear, his breath warm against your skin, the same sensitive spot he just pecked, sending shivers down your spine. “He's putting on quite the performance, my dear, perhaps we should reward him for it." He smirks, his hands caress your thigh with a possessive squeeze. Geta’s attention drifts back to the arena, watching the fight below with rapt interest, hearing Caracalla continue to joyfully react to an intense squall between two gladiators.

“I don’t know what fight you have been watching but he’s done the bare minimum so far.”

Geta scoffs at your comment. "I could say the same about all of them, they're all lacking." However, he then smirks again. He has always loved how you challenge him. "Ah, but maybe I'm a little biased. I'm watching a much more entertaining performance in my lap after all."

“Aw, you sweet thing,” you twist your neck to look at him, holding his chin with affection and a tad of harshness, all the while you hold your goblet up in your other hand for another refill.

Geta grins. His eyes drink you in like a parched man. His grip on your thigh tightens once more, as he leans his face in even closer. He murmurs against you skin, his words a low timber against your ear. “You call me sweet, yet you are the only person I would allow to handle me with any sort of harshness, and still find it attractive."

You end up in a fit of giggles at his words. The combination of his sweet words and wine make you feel light headed. Your giggling quickly changes into a squeal though, as the fight becomes rather exciting. In the blink of an eye, a gladiator has punctured another so hard in the most perfect vein that blood sprayed up, as another got killed by a tiger. It excites the baying crowd, who eagerly roars for more. Bloodthirsty hyenas they are, likewise with you and the Emperors.

With Caracalla maniacally laughing again, banging his hands excitedly against the armrests, your hungry gazes eat up the gruesome entertainment.

Geta's grip on you tightens further. His hand slides up along your thigh to rest at your hip. He pulls you closer into his lap, the excitement in the air palpable. He chuckles heartily at your reaction, your squeal. His fingers dig into your hip slightly as he hears your squeal, the gladiator below has just been killed by a tiger. How dramatic.

His attention is on the fight once more, his eyes glue to the sight of blood and violence with a voracious stare. In the arena below, another gladiator meets a brutal death, and the crowd roars once more. Geta is all too entertained, and he tightens his grip on your thigh again. “Excellent! I was beginning to fall asleep! Caracalla, did you see that?! Did you see that, Y/N? One death by tiger, and then another pierced through. You made the right call." His hands momentarily become free, leaving your thigh and handing his goblet to a nearby servant, to clap, before returning back to your flesh and downing another gulp of wine. His breath is hot against the shell of your ear and it's clear the bloodbath below is having quite the effect on him too. “Perhaps you should order them to fight to the death more often,” Your emperor purrs into your ear. “You're always so entertaining when you're bloodthirsty."

“I know. You should listen to me more,”

Geta's hand on your leg tightens again, as he leans forward, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches the action enthralled. “Gods, you're such an arrogant thing." The emperor laughs in response to your reply, he's thoroughly mesmerised by your words and he knows you're right. “I should listen to you more, my sweet. You have excellent taste after all,” he commends, more so referring to himself which makes you shake your head in amusement.

The fight has reached its climax leaving two gladiators left and the crowd is going tumultuous. The gore is his favourite thing. You can feel the adrenaline in him as he shifts in his seat with a thrill. Geta's lips then skim along your throat, leaving a trail of small kisses as he watches the massacre below continue.

Geta watches his brother Caracalla, who is now completely and utterly wasted, bellowing with laughter hysterically. Turning his attention to you, Geta gives a sly smile on his face. "Gods, look at him. He's completely gone. Too much wine and too much blood. I hope he keeps it down and not throw it all back up again."

“You can never have too much, husband.” you say, a cheeky arid look in your eyes.

A low chuckle rumbles its way out of his chest, his teeth grazing the crook of your neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. “My sweet devilish wife,“ he can't resist giving your thigh a quick smack. “But I do prefer to have you all to myself when I’m intoxicated. And I think I’d rather not be covered in his vomit a second time this week.” he raises his goblet to the servant standing patiently nearby and motions for a refill. The servant, as always, quickly obliges, and refills his drink. The red liquid sloshes as the cup is handed back into Geta’s shaky hand. Geta takes a long, slow drink, closing his eyes and savouring the taste.

He lowers the cup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, before speaking. “I wouldn’t mind having you all to myself right now, in fact. But I’m not sure what the Senate will think of that,” he huffs, as his hand has somehow found its way under your stola.

You feel a tickle on your bare thigh, and the rings adorning his fingers are cold differing against your flushed body. “Geta!” you gasp at his sudden touch under your clothing. “You must be extremely intoxicated!” you burst out laughing, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger as if you are not in the same drunken condition as him.

He scrunches his face at your touch. As punishment he drags his hand further up, tracing your inner thigh. You slam your hand on his hand under your stola to stop him from moving any further. “Not in public!” you squeal, but neither of you can deny the effect he has on you. He’s become very good at reading you over the years.

Geta laughs devilishly, amused by your feeble attempt to stop his wandering hand. His eyes flash with intense desire. He does not reply at first, merely drinking you in like you’re his goblet of wine.

“Public, private. I don’t care. I want you, now. I don’t care if the whole Senate watches. I doubt they’d be surprised. We're not exactly the most discrete when it comes to…our affections." His breath is hot on your neck, his lips finding their way to the sensitive spot that had him nibbling at before. Only this time he can’t resist but to clamp his mouth down, giving you a hickey.

When he pulls back, he grins at the sight of the red mark blossoming on your skin. He smirks at you, a naughty twinkle in his dark brown eyes. “Besides, I think they'd be more worried about what they're seeing down below." He nods his head down at the arena. The final two gladiators are still going at it.

A loud whoop from Caracalla and the enigmatic loudness of the crowd breaks the spell he has on you (or one you have put on him), tearing your gaze away from each other. One gladiator has the other pinned to the ground now. It’s nearing the end.

“So am I. Now hush,” You place your finger against his lips, turning your attention to the action below. As you do, you feel a pair of teeth graze your finger, biting down just a little.

Gasping, you flick your eyes back at Geta. “You wild animal,”

Geta is about to reply to your counteraction, an equally naughty one, to your comment, until he is interrupted.

“The gods must speak!” Caracalla, who is now on his feet, hollers, pointing at the action below. His signalling for Geta to give his opinion on whether or not the gladiator shall kill his fellow opponent or not works as Geta hands his goblet for a servant to take, gives you a sympathetic look and gently guides you off his lap. His hand still clutches your waist possessively.

You already know what answer he is going to choose. You've got him too worked up not to.

He raises his arm out with his thumb in a neutral position. He's thinking. He closes his eyes, all drama and theatrics, while he searches for the god’s answer on this duel and whether two men will walk free or only one.

After a moment of suspense, you grasp the hand of his that is on your waist, while the other traces the pattern of his toga you have memorised. This seems to snap him out of his mind, his eyes popping open with the most wickedest look ever. He slowly sneers, as his wrist rotates downward, his thumb pointing down to the ground.

Everyone roars and chants hysterically in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the demise ahead. The loser on the ground keeps his head low, already accepting his death. The winning Gladiator holds his sword in the air.

The three of you majesties lean over the bannister in awe, wanting to capture the very last moments of this gladiator’s life and his morbidly fascinating gruesome end.

The sword gleams in the harsh sunlight, as it suspends down, cutting the loser’s neck, slicing his head clean off. You scream, but not in terror. You’re giddy, and jump up and down, clapping your hands, just as Caracalla is with you. Geta stays put in the middle of you two. His grin is venomous and mixed dangerously with lust. He gazes out to the audience, his people, Rome’s children. They're just as worked up as he is inside, as you and Cara are outwardly. In these moments, he’s filled with warmth that he has put on a great spectacle for all to see, to root for, to celebrate.

Now, it’s his turn to celebrate you, his wife, the empress…his bloodthirsty demon.

(YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE, TO STEAL OR TO REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS.)

A/N: There may be part 2…we’ll see 👀

Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

[whimsyvixen]

Anyway, I've been eating lookism content lately, my source is TikTok cuz I'm not really into reading the actual manhwha comic and I gotta say THIS COMIC HAS SO MANY HOT DADDIES AND MOMMIES AND THEIR HOT CHILDREN TOO

The surprise part is that these hotties ain't got lots of smut already, remember that guy you mentioned with the long black hair in a ask about the Gitae guy from Lookism?

Yeah his name is Yamazaki Shingen and he has a hot twin brother too (They're both DILFs in-Canon, cuz both fathered children in the plotlines, one of the major characters is Shingen's son and he's hot too). I gotta say, this artist really knows how to draw men, I mean they got the very exaggerated ugly expressions moments at times but overalls it's a fun feature besides the characters being pretty all the time (Basically like Thor from RoR, you said his grin was bit creepy but you really like him eventually)

Agreed, most of the characters are hot as hell and look like models 🤝. The men have my full attention because of their strong jawlines and their heavy lidded eyes make me go looney. Let's not forget to mention the scrumptious bodies they possess as well 🫠🥴🥴. (Big and muscular mmmm~~ my favorite~~ 😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥)

I haven't searched up smut for them yet because I still haven't memorized their names. I've seen the brothers though and I wouldn't mind reading a story where the reader is getting double teamed by both of them hehe~. I wouldn't mind giving them more children 🙋 my womb would gladly accept every spurt of their cum 🤭.

Like I want to read it but knowing it has so many chapters has me second guessing because my attention span is not great 😅. But bless the artist responsible for drawing them because they either have me tucking my hair behind my ear or tying my hair into a ponytail.

I've given in to the urge of drawing my favorite ones from that manhwa down here 👇

I think they look pretty neat. I might doodle something else later on, perhaps more explicit, but who knows?

[geneviveleocardius]

places where they’ll fuck you

hehe?

feat. john price, ghost riley, soap mactavish, phillip graves, vladimir makarov.

john price

Definitely in enemy territory. It’s like he’s marking his claim, you know? Quick and dirty, but god, it’s so damn good. A tease, always pulling that smirk and saying, “Couldn’t help myself, sweetheart.” But you know it’s only half the truth—part impulse, part pure intent.

Because let’s face it, he wouldn’t care if the two of you got caught. Hell, he might even enjoy the risk.

“Don’t shut that mouth, baby… please. You sound so fucking good…”

simon ghost riley

Against a wall, no doubt.

It’s quick work to half-undress you, pressing you firmly in place with your legs wrapped tight around his hips—feet nowhere near the ground. You’re completely at his mercy, and he revels in every second of it. Your “pretty little noises” are his undoing, low and breathless, sending a spark through him every time.

You’re gasping, barely able to breathe as he moves like a man possessed, a beast devouring you whole. You can’t even keep your eyes open; it’s too much, too good. Heaven itself wouldn’t dare compete with the way he makes you feel.

And yet, he still takes his time, dragging it out like a game he refuses to lose.

“Look at me, love,” he growls, voice low and rough, “don’t you dare pass out on me just yet.”

john soap mactavish

You’re washing dishes, lost in your thoughts, completely unaware he’s there. He’s standing just a few steps behind, watching you with that unmistakable hunger in his eyes.

You finish cleaning up, drying your hands when you feel him—strong hands sliding onto your hips, pulling you back into him. The heat of his body presses against yours, and his lips find the curve of your neck, slow and deliberate. He knows that spot weakens you, and god, he loves it.

“Not my fault, lass,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and teasing. “You look so damn good from behind.”

Before you can even reply, he turns you around, pinning you firmly against the kitchen counter. The smirk on his face says it all: you’re not going anywhere.

soo

the kitchen counter

phillip graves

His office, of course.

There’s something about the risk, the possibility of someone walking in, that he thrives on. The idea of the whole world knowing exactly who you belong to sends a wicked thrill through him. And god, he’s a tease—dragging it out, smirking at the way you tremble beneath his touch, how he’s got you breathless and begging without a care for how loud you’ve gotten.

He’s relentless, going wild in a way that leaves your legs shaking, your body pressed tightly against his desk, his grip unyielding. Every kiss, every motion is calculated, controlled chaos.

“Look at you,” he drawls, voice dripping with arrogance. “Shakin’ so sweet for me. Think they can hear you out there? Might as well let ’em know you’re mine.”

vladimir makarov

A penthouse, of course—on one of the highest floors, where the city stretches endlessly beneath you. He has you against the massive floor-to-ceiling window, your half-dressed body pressed to the cool glass, framed perfectly for him to both imagine and witness his own masterpiece.

There’s nothing gentle about him; he’s a force of nature, an animal. Every move is deliberate, every touch claiming you over and over again. He’s relentless, as if trying to imprint himself into your very soul. And the worst part? He’s patient. He takes his time, savoring your reactions, drawing it out until you’re trembling, barely able to stand.

“You see that?” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear as he presses deeper. “That whole city down there? It’s mine. Just like you.”

[crystalflygeo]

The best way to scent-mark ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: biting kink, marking kink, scenting, slight dirty talk, creampie??, cum-marking, feral Zhongli??, he acts a lil dragon-y but stays in full human form.

notes: I really have no idea how to tag this sorry I just wanted to explore this one specific kink hehe and also have jealous/riled up Zhongli and scenting. I love scenting.

As soon as you saw him you ran across the wooden pier and jumped into his arms.

Being away at Inazuma for months had been exhausting, not only for the errands you had been working on all over the islands, or even the slight adjustment to a different time zone and customs but also because it meant being away from your beloved, Zhongli.

But now, right here at Liyue Harbor back into his warm embrace, you felt back at home.

“I missed you.” You murmured as you felt him place a kiss at the top of your head “I missed Liyue, the lanterns, the food… ahh after such a long trip I’m starving too.” You noticed his grip on you was a little stiff and he seemed to have frozen on the spot holding you. Deep in thought? Perhaps he missed you just as much? “Zhongli?” You chuckled.

“Ah, sorry dearest.” He shook his head releasing you, you immediately craved the contact again. “Of course, I missed you too.” He smiled gently. “I have already asked miss Xiangling for a reservation so let us not make her wait any longer. You can tell me all about your trip.”

Maybe it was just you, but the way his arm slid around your waist felt a little tighter than usual.

Moments later you were seated at one of Wanmin’s tables surrounded by all the delicious dishes you had missed so dearly: Jade parcels, Tianshu meat, Jueyun chili chicken, Bamboo shoot soup, and even sweet Lotus flower crisps. You couldn’t help the happy hum as you savored every dish.

You enthusiastically went on and on about all the people you had met in Inazuma -including many many interesting yokai- the festival you’d helped organize, the cute traditional kimono you got to wear, and even the difficulties you’d encountered, but after a while you couldn’t help but notice Zhongli looked rather… distracted.

He looked serious sitting across from you, golden eyes sharply focused in the food although he seemed to have barely touched it, you knew him well enough to notice the minute gestures in his eyebrows and pursed lips. His polite and quiet nature was not strange per se, but he hadn’t spoken a word! -when he would usually comment on your anecdotes- and whatever tranquility he naturally possessed seemed lost as he sat as still as the stone he personified. You could even see his grip on the chopsticks was rather… tense.

“Zhongli?” You asked rather concerned as you stretched your hand across the table to place it on top of his. To your surprise he jolted in his seat, startled out of the focused state he was in and shocking you. You squeezed his hand softly. “Are you ok?”

His nostrils flared just slightly, as if he had captured a whiff of something that disturbed him and he shook his head again, partially to dispel whatever was clouding his mind and in a vain attempt to calm you. “I apologize darling, I’m… not really feeling that well.” He squeezed your hand back.

Your demeanor instantly turned to worry “M-Maybe it’s better if we get home? I’m quite tired as well.” You said, looking at the barely half-eaten dishes.

You’d quickly asked Xiangling to wrap everything up to go and in no time both of you were on your way to his apartment. He was silent the entire walk, hands flexing at his sides and long ponytail whipping after him as he strode a little ahead of you, it was starting to make you nervous. Did something happen? Was he sick? -Do archons or adepti get sick?- Was he upset?

Once at his place he quickly unlocked the door and walked inside as you followed, watching him stagger slightly. He brought a hand to his face, drawing his palm down his forehead with a quiet growl.

“Zhongli please are you ok? Tell me what’s wrong.” You pleaded approaching and placing your hand at his arm in a comforting gesture, you had no idea what was going on and your mind was already running wild.

However, he surprised you when he suddenly pulled you back into his arms, his larger and taller frame surrounding you completely as he pressed your back to his chest, circling your waist and holding your arm possessively. You instantly blushed as he nosed at your neck, warm breath making you shiver.

“Zhongli!” You squeaked. “W-what has gotten into you?”

“I’ve held it long enough but I can’t simply stand by idly anymore.” He mumbled into your shoulder, arms circling your waist tighter and pulling you closer.

“What do you mean?” You blink confused and a little taken aback at his actions.

“Your scent.” He growls. “You smell like… kitsune, tanuki, kamaitachi, and all sorts of other creatures.”

Oh.

Oh.

Well then. Now things started to make sense. “Well, I suppose I did spend a lot of time with the yokai while helping out Yae Miko with… t-the festival.” You choked out the last words when you felt him rub his pelvis forward against your body, the obvious evidence of his desire making itself known, trapped between the tight squeeze of your bodies.

“Miko…I see.”

“Z-Zhongli!”

“No matter.” He says licking a stripe up your neck and nibbling at the skin there. “I’ll just have to renew my claim. Make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

You whimpered.

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Zhongli is determined to mark you in every way possible. Every inch of your soft skin adorned with an array of love bites, hips slightly bruised by his grip and your sweet pussy already dripping a mix of his spent and your own pleasure.

“Zhongli, Zhongli please-” You babble, tights shaking around his hips riding the last waves of yet another climax…

Despite Miko’s status, Zhongli wouldn’t put it behind her to have purposefully paraded you around the yokai knowing this would be the exact outcome, riling up his inner dragon. What a cunning sly woman.

And yet he pushes those thoughts away focusing on you, your trembling body under his, moaning prettily and taking his cock so well, breasts rising and falling rapidly with your panting and on par with your quick heartbeats, trashing and arching as the sound of skin slapping against skin becomes louder. A thin layer of sweat covering both of you as the air grows hot and heavy. You gasp and whine. You’re sensitive, he knows, but he’s not done yet.

Not yet.

“Aah… oh, Z-Zhongli. I’m so full- Oh!” You yelp, feeling him latch his canines back to the junction of your shoulder and neck, sucking and lapping softly, his thrusts getting more frenetic. He hums pleased at your words.

Yes. Full. Of him. Of his seed. Of his love. Thoroughly claimed. Even if others look at you, touch you, scent you, they can never have you.

“Mine.” He huffs.

“Yours… always yours.” You breathe out.

Suddenly he pulls out making you gasp at the unexpected feeling of emptiness and the loss of warmth at your neck, though a little thankful for the break on your overstimulation. You blink dazed and see him still on top of you, still rock-hard, furiously pumping his length with his hand.

“Hng Wh-wha…?”

He grits his teeth, eyes dark, pupils blown wide in lust. “I want you to smell like me.” He groans, his cock twitching in his hand. “I’m going to- hng- paint you with my cum. Let it dry on your skin so you no one… so no one doubts- ugh- you’re mine.” You shiver against him.

A few more strokes and the dragon roars with euphoria, his seed splattering in thick spurts across your stomach and up your chest as you mewl at the sensation. Warm and sticky covering your heated skin in white stripes.

Zhongli lowers down to kiss your shoulder, neck and then your lips. Softly this time. Quick and fleeting as he comes down from his high and you recover from the intensity of it all. There was something incredibly erotic in such animalistic display from your ever-so-calm-and-collected lover.

Both sweating and panting, you groan once he rolls over by your side, his hand rubbing circles at your hip right where the dark spots of his previous grip are and you hiss lightly.

Warm golden eyes meet yours as you flutter them open, drowsily. You run a hand down your own abdomen, fingers catching on his cum here and there. “Covered in your mess... and you made a mess of me too.” You mumble, voice a little rough and tired. “Does this satisfy your need to claim me, my dragon?”

Pink dusting covered his cheeks for a moment and you let out a soft chuckle at the fact that now he feels embarrassment. “I apologize if I went overboard, dearest, I’ll make sure to prepare a warm bath for you.” Zhongli states, still tracing patterns on your skin. “But to answer your question, yes. You look quite lovely covered in my marks. All of them.” He adds, smooth voice dropping low.

You sigh relaxed, and Zhongli almost purrs at the sight of a happy, sated mate. “A bath sounds good… though...” And against all better judgement, you bring those slick fingers to you mouth, making a point of showing off as you lick his cum off your digits. “Wouldn’t you want to coat my back too before washing it?”

The look on his eyes is feral.

[prodbyton]

The sun literally still out and I feel like a dirty WHORE bc all I can think about is sub!sohee and sub!reader..

You would’ve thought yall both woke up ovulating or some shit cus the way both of you are so needy for the other’s touch and attention that one of you taking a more dominant role isnt even a thought that crosses either of yalls minds?? Brains just empty as hell, so focused on doing whatever feels good and feeling the most amount of pleasure.

You both are already skin to skin but it isn’t even enough. Hands gripping everywhere and anywhere on each other’s bodies to feverishly pull the other impossibly closer.Every touch only makes you wetter and him harder. You both don’t know wtf has gotten into yall but it all feels so addicting, forget thinking about it too hard.

Both of you almost in daze just kissing sloppy as hell, unashamedly moaning and whining into each other’s mouths, biting lips and sucking on tongues and necks and skin. Every action just making u both a babbling mess. Not even trying to hold back the noises and reactions that you two draw from each other’s bodies cus ur brains been clocked out and r wayyyy past the point of ANY coherent thought.

Completely drunk of the feeling and presence of the other. Just wanting to make the other person feel good. Getting off on knowing damn well that it’s only you, it’s only sohee, that can make such a pathetic mess of the other, something no one else gets the privilege to experience or witness in that moment. (I mean ik sohee is a freaky fucking frog and gets off on fucking and sucking in risky places but we not talking about dat rn!!!)

Accidentally overstimulating each other so bad cus everything just feels sooooo good that stopping didn’t even cross your stupid fucked out minds. The craving you two have for each other’s touch feels almost insatiable.

Like it’s almost greedy and primal and maybe a bit possessive the way the two of you need to feel more and more and more of the other until both of yall eventually tap out.

Sohee makes me so feral idk. All I know is is that im tryna be in the walls of his house like a termite :3

(Hehe also can I be 🍓 anon if u do that kinda thing? I send asks wayyy to often for me to not just give in and give myself a government assigned emoji 😭😭😭 (I’m also the one who sent the audio in too haha I hoped u liked it as much as I did 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭))

you got me feeling like a whore reading this at work 😭 but MY GODDDDD i need this so bad omg ur mind… like i dont even have anything to add this was too good😭‼️

also saying both sohee and yn are ovulating really got me weak but i fw it… like yeah he gotta be ovulating the way he’s so needy :p also calling him a freaky frog icb omg 😭

and yes you can be 🍓 anon!! welcome <3 and thank you for that audio i enjoyed it very much 🫡

[ryuichirou]

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More replies! About Rollo, some previous posts and Ortho being a popular boy.

maximumalmonduniversitysports asked:

About Rollo's plan, it came to me recently that if it succeeded, the whole world would be destabilized, since so many things run on magic. It would be a kind of end of the world situation. Not only that but Briar Valley and who knows where else might want to get revenge on Rollo for endangering their prince. What do you think?

Sounds about right; there is no way Rollo’s plan would just cleanly erase all the magic from the world without any drastic circumstances, considering just how much magic is being used in pretty much every field… The political consequences also would’ve been horrible: not only Rollo endangered Briar Valley’s prince (his main crime), but also the entirety of Briar Valley probably would’ve suffered the most if left magicless, since they don’t even have modern technology, if I remember correctly... And with a bunch of dead bodies, most likely, since they have creatures like fae.

Overall, even if Rollo’s plan succeeded in a very small capacity, it’s so problematic and disastrous on so many levels that the punishment for that would’ve been severe. Imagine Shaftlands authorities handing Rollo over to the Briar Valley as an apology for endangering Malleus on their land lol Doesn’t sound like a very nice fate… A fate that he won’t have to face because NRC boys didn’t snitch on him! Because they didn’t want the party to get cancelled oh my god these guys……..

To be honest, I don’t think Rollo has thought it through that far ahead. I’m sure he rationalised it in his head as if he is doing something very logical and cohesive, like there is a goal he would achieve, but in actuality taking revenge on magic users (and Malleus specifically as the ultimate magic user) and punishing them for existence was pretty much his actual goal. He didn’t care that he would hurt innocent people because he was too focused on fighting against his own feelings and his inner agony. Not unlike Frollo’s actions, now that I think about it lol

Anonymous asked:

I know that you haven’t watched the NBC event, I’ve only seen snippets myself but can I say that Scully REALLY reminds me of Nagito Komaeda and not just because of his white hair. I won’t elaborate more to avoid spoilers, I’ll just leave you with this tidbit.

Ohhh ANON this is a very valuable piece of information!! Nagito Komaeda vibes would be SUCH A NICE ADDITION!

Man I keep getting excited over the event and Scully……………

Anonymous asked:

Oo shota series? Are you gonna draw all the boys at younglings?

You noticed! Hehe well to be honest not really, it’s more or less a coincidence… We really wanted to finish up and post all of those sketches, and they ended up being grouped up like that.

Unfortunately, this little impromptu series ended with yesterday’s sketch :( At least for now. I would love to draw all of them like that at some point though 🤔

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

MALLEUS POOR BABY!

:C yesss. Abandonment issues baby~

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

I love the idea both Rook and Vil were each other's first kiss just based on their eyes like "Holy fucking shit...WHERE DID HE LEARN THAT-"

lol YES

They awakened things in each other that they didn’t even know about themselves…

Anonymous asked:

You made me sad too! 😭😭 But that’s okay, I’m all for ultra traumatic backstories. I’ll gladly scratch their ears all they want. And forfeit all my worldly possessions to them, as well.

(this is still about a Fellow and Gidel comic from ko-fi)

Ahhh, this is so sweet and kind of you :”3 And this is exactly what they deserve!

I support your decision and your feelings.

Anonymous asked:

do you think idia or vil would ever get into a situation where they have to fight over ortho's attention or time?

Oh Ortho would love that lol He would feel like such a protagonist of a harem anime! Such a lucky and popular little guy~

I can’t think of a situation in which it would’ve happened though, but I also wouldn’t say that it’s completely impossible. Vil does like to remind Ortho that he doesn’t need to always stay by Idia’s side, and while Idia doesn’t complain about Ortho talking to other people, I’m pretty sure he gets jealous sometimes. Also, both Vil and Idia could get kind of petty and surprisingly competitive… This is like the only social field in which Idia would compete against Vil-the-supermodel! He has an advantage: Ortho is his little brother!

Imagine Ortho giggling and teasing them for being childish.

[stepswowdsen]

【KagePro】 KuroEne Shibari (Rope Bondage) + Maid Kuroha plays with Ene (NSFW) 🖤💙

(CW: NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator (NSFW)

It just came to mind but ngl it'd be cool to draw a long forked snake tongue variant of this doodle as well. It'd be quick to draw as well.

I think the 1st one with the smug grin fits more, but both are nice ^^

KuroEne Scenario Ideas (NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator

Maid Kuroha plays the roleplay game with Ene

Kuroha ties Ene up with mild shibari (rope bondage)

Sen's Meow Meow Mfs

Masc charas I don't play about: Meow meow mfs 🐈‍⬛🖤🤍

Evil/morally bankrupt little guy!

(Tbh my faves are usually giant…)

Though I have faves who are average height too, like Hibari and Judar

Douman (FGO): 200 cm (6'7")

Hibari (KHR): 169 cm (5'7")

Xanxus (KHR): 188 cm (6'2")

Idate (WATGBS AU): 185 cm (6'1")

Judar (Magi): 173 cm (5'8")

Kuroha/Saeru (KagePro): 182 cm (6'0")

Note: While possessing Konoha's body

I'll put my previous ramble posts under the cut since this post is based on my previous posts. I'll also put my new ideas under the cut too

Anyways I think putting a Content Label and Read more before posting NSFW is a good idea cuz it gives people the option whether they want to opt into seeing it and a warning beforehand so they don't get jumpscared by it (like if you're in public or something)

I prefer clothed intimacy most of the time like it just looks sexier to me. Since the charas are fully clothed, it's pretty tame and nothing explicit is showing but putting a warning cuz the context is NSFW

Anyways I'm trying to practice drawing NSFW cuz I wanna get good at it one day 🙏

Normally I post rambles that I prepared in advance to post cuz I just copy paste them from my Notion docs but I felt sleepy yesterday so I didn't post them before. So I'm just gonna post some stuff I had in mind Ig

Gonna put a warning cuz the doodles are fully clothed intimacy, but REALLY NSFW.

Anyways I'm glad I'm getting better at drawing NSFW ^^

These are much better than my doodles from 2021 - 2022 (which I won't even show cuz they look like doodoo)

Maid Kuroha plays the roleplay game with Ene (NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator (NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator (NSFW)

It just came to mind but ngl it'd be cool to draw a long forked snake tongue variant of this doodle as well. It'd be quick to draw as well.

Also did an alt version where Kuroha has a long forked snake tongue

I think the 1st one fits more cuz I like the smug grin, but the 2nd one is also cool

I'm not really paying attention to the way the clothes are drawn in these since I just wanna get the basic idea down

I love their expression here hehe

Also just put the JP version this time cuz I prefer the text formatting in JP. It's easier to format text. I also included the cropped versions

Ene suspended by ropes (shibari rope bondage) (NSFW)

Kuroha/Saeru and Ene play a little game 🖤💙🐍🐇

KuroEne NSFW WIP

When Kuroha proposes wanting to play a game of shibari rope bondage and tying her up, Ene gets all embarrassed as usual, and then agrees to play with him.

Ene: YOU AND YOUR PERVERTED GAMES AGAIN!

Kuroha: I won't deny that. But knowledge comes from experience, right?

She makes him promise to just make it tight enough so that she doesn't fall, or anything, and that it only feels pleasurable and not painful. And Kuroha agrees with her terms.

I redrew Ene’s expression a few times but I’m pretty happy hehe

I still wanted it to be a comfortable position for her so I think this is ok.

Mild bondage is ok for me when it comes to ship intimacy 👍

I’m not into the heavy/extreme forms of it.

I’m not paying too much attention to the ropes so I just used a brush to get the basic idea down.

I'll also show the version without the rope brushes cuz it's covering the sketch

THIS IS FUEL FOR MY GAY ASS. YIPPEE!!!

Technically it’s just Ene but it’s KuroEne (implied). I didn’t know how to fit Kuroha into the piece so I’ll probably sketch something different with him. Like showing his reaction on the other side.

Or drawing both of them from side view, like when Kuroha walks up to her and leans in to touch her face gently while she's tied up.

Suspension bondage where Ene gets held up by ropes and has mild shibari (rope bondage) over her clothes 🥰💞

I was wondering whether to make the ropes black or red… Black, yellow, and red, are all Kuroha’s colours, so I think either is fine. I should probably add more ropes later.

Mf wants to see a needy Ene beg for him 🥰 Once he gets the reaction he wants, he’ll cut the rope that holds the vibrator in place, and then fuck her himself like that. When they’re done, he lets her down.

Ene: Let me down gently! Carry me! Ene is a delicate flower!

Ene: (//>3<//)

These two are so fun to write ship scenarios for, including ship intimacy… The pros of a guy that knows (almost) everything, can change his body into anything he wants, and is very open to experimenting in sex 👍

KuroEne AU: Maid Ene plays the roleplay game wtih Kuroha (NSFW)

Sadistic meow meow mf plays a game with Ene in a maid outfit where she does maid roleplay for him (ie. cleaning the room, making tea) while having a vibrator inside her and Kuroha sits back and messes with the settings. And when he's satisfied, he fucks her.

KuroEne AU: Maid Kuroha plays the roleplay game with Ene

I'll just summarize this. Ene wants to get "revenge" on Kuroha/Saeru for teasing her mercilessly last time. Last time being the above scenario I described ^^

Ene's attempts to embarrass and fluster Kuroha/Saeru just ends up flustering her more. Her forms of "punishment" for Kuroha/Saeru's "bad behaviour" (Him not doing what she wants, like him spilling paint all over the walls and floors when she tells him to clean), are not punishments at all for him.

Ene decides to "punish him" for making a mess, by face sitting on him and making him take it and ordering him to eat her out, but then just has a sudden realization to herself like "Wait a minute… Is this even a punishment for him???"

(It's not.)

Ene: I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN, NOT CAUSE A MESS!!!

Kuroha: Come now. Do you really think I'd let you have your fun with me, only for me to be a passive participant?

Kuroha: I don't want to make things TOO easy for you. That would simply be boring.

Kuroha: But, let me make one thing clear. I'll be sure to claim my reward after we’re done.

Ene: That’s just so like you… Ok, ok! We’ll take turns! It’s only fair!

Kuroha: Of course~ It’s only fair we both get what we want.

Ene: Just wait until you're the one getting teased!!! BRING IT ON!!!

...

Ene initially thought that embarrassing him would be EASY (a piece of cake), but it turns out that while he likes getting teased in intimacy, he has no sense of embarrassment. And she eventually realizes that and decides she needs to change her game plan.

(In Ene's mind -> He's a mega pervert)

Kuroha just shrugs cuz of course he has perverse tastes. But then simply says that knowledge comes from experience.

Ene thinks to herself that while she likes taking the reigns in bed, she's actually not as good at the "punishment games" type of intimacy that he (Kuroha) is.

Ene thinks she can tease and fluster Kuroha once he's the one playing maid/Servant for her, but as always, he is going along with her whims because it's fun for the both of them. He causes mischief because he doesn't want to make the game "too easy" for her.

I wasn't sure whether I wanted to include this but I had this idea where Ene starts mimicking what Kuroha did in their previous games

...

Just had this thought where Ene tells him to lift his maid's skirt up for him, and Kuroha notices and picks up on it like, "I see, I see… You're copying what I did, hm? Well, I don't mind." And then does as asked and lifts his skirt up. Ene looks down and goes like (.) when she sees that he's hard, and immediately turns red-faced. And then screams, "Don't you have any shame!?!?" (///)

If I were to draw this, I'd have one of those manga panels where it's just a view of the outside of the building/house, and a speech bubble of Ene screaming like $(&!@%!@!%@)!%@

And Kuroha starts laughing at how Ene's attempts to embarrass him are just embarrassing her more. Then says, "Is it really such a big deal? We've done it countless times before. I don't have such inhibitions."

And Kuroha just goes like, "But how could I resist such a sweet and alluring prey, hmm~? It's simply too tempting~ I can't wait to see the expressions you'll make~ It makes me aroused just thinking about it…! How you'll moan and whimper and twitch—"

And Ene just fumes red from embarrassment and goes like, "ANDDDD THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU!!!"

Like god this mf just says/does the most provocative shit to provoke her on purpose 😭

DAKLSKLDSKLDKLS this idea is so funny to me ngl

KuroEne Shibari (Rope Bondage) (NSFW)

Thinking about KuroEne shibari rope bondage with Ene with the rope ties over her clothes…

MOVE, KUROFUCKER, OUT OF THE WAY. I'M GAY!!!

It's still gonna be mild shibari though

It's not my thing for it to be super heavy.

I thought about the Outer Science MV, and how it's scattered with telephone poles and cords, and various junk heaps strewn across the backgrounds

Ngl it'd be cool if it's like…

Cuz I was trying to decide whether I wanted Ene to be tied up on the bed just with her arms on the bed (and her back on the bed), like usual sex positions

Or whether I wanted her to be suspended a bit (still in a comfortable position, though), where she's suspended in the air via ropes and held in place via his ropes and black aura spirals

I decided to go with mild suspension/hanging bondage. But I'm open to drawing both ^^

Cuz again I'm not into heavy/extreme kink stuff in my ships' bedroom intimacy.

Ene pouts and huffs at him that the ropes BETTER not come loose cuz it'd be super unsexy if she falls on the ground during sex, and Kuroha tells her not to worry because he's made sure the ropes are tight/secure enough and that he knows what he's doing.

[mickmundy]

7, 10, 38 if thats ok ó//w//ò

AH MY GOSH OF COURSE MY FRIEND ;u; <333 I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS WORK HAS BEEN ABSOLUTELY NUTS!!!!!!!!!! but onward we go!!! <333

7. What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could? KSKSKDF THIS IS a good question especially for medic and sniper as characters, who i think are perhaps a little more prone to... Getting Irritated than some of the other mercs! that said, i think they love each other for who they are and don't seek to "change/fix" them. they've known each other for a long time before dating and know their natures. sniper is as stubborn as a mule and medic can be really petty, but for the most part they're able to talk things out if they do have a quarrel. they like each other And their flaws (sniper is amused when medic holds a grudge against one of the other mercs for some Petty reason and medic giggles when sniper doesn't budge on something)!

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public? OUWAAAA i think they can both drive, but sniper always defaults to it (and is the better driver). he likes driving so it's just an unspoken thing that sniper will drive when they go places; if they're on contracts and their drive is extremely long, medic will take over halfway through so that sniper can rest, though! cooking is split pretty evenly between the two of them. they both enjoy doing it so it's very much "for themselves" as much as it is for each other!! if they know one of them has had a bad day they offer to let the other just relax and decompress and they'll take care of cooking for the night! :-)

handiwork is sniper... likes to do it, too. it's the "ranchhand" in him!! while i do hc that he knows surprisingly little about cars, he's decently well-versed in everything else. medic loves getting messy and sometimes forgets (or simply doesn't want to) clean up after running all of those experiments or cooking, but sniper doesn't mind helping him clean up! it's relaxing for him and reminds him of home in a Good way; nothing feels better than a productive day!

with paying bills, i think they'd keep their accounts separate but have a joint one they'd put "sharing money" in; they pay their own bills but always keep some cash floating around for an impulsive "go on and treat yourself, dovey :-) it's on me" or a "i saw this and couldn't help but think of you, spatzchen! ^v^" HEHE! as far as handling the public, that's all medic.. the king of charisma!! i don't think sniper is Ever embarrassed of medic/having medic on his arm, but medic is absolutely the more social between the two! he'll draw sniper against his body by his waist or slip his hand in sniper's back pocket (possessive.... HEHE)! not because he thinks sniper's going to get swept up by someone else (i don't see either of them as being particularly Jealous people LOL), he just wants to show everyone that handsome bushman belongs to him!!! <333 hoo hoo!

38. What are they like in the bedroom? Any kinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won’t do? OHOHOHO.,.,., HEHEHE.,.., HOO HOO.,.,., i'm going to stick this one under a cut; there won't be any triggering content but there will be nsfw talk.. obviously!

so i touched on their bedroom preferences a little bit before, but i'll gladly resummarize in more detail here >:)! i could sincerely make this an entire separate post in Way More Detail.., which i might do honestly if that's something The Public is interested in.,.., BUT FOR NOW lets dive in hehe

i think they both like switching it up; neither of them are Stone tops or bottoms. medic is the natural leader (and the more experienced) between the two, and sniper is content to let medic lead. he knows he can "take control back" any time he wants (and sometimes surprises the doctor by doing just that! hoo!)! one of my favorite ways to think about bushmedicine is service top sniper and power bottom medic; medic teaches sniper exactly how he likes it and shows him how to please him! and of course, medic's bread and butter is exploring and learning sniper, so he loves doting on sniper and listening closely for things that make his handsome krokodil's heart do that extra little thumpa thumpa! HEHE

they both love to draw it out, love to tease. they want to make each other feel good, really good, and love that they're the only one that can take each other there! sniper's legs begin to shake when he starts getting really turned on and desperate for release, and that's always something that fills medic with giddy delight and really encourages him to tease his beloved bushman!! he loves slinging sniper's long legs over his shoulders and gripping his thighs, feeling them quake while his ear is pressed against that pretty vital artery in his thigh...! hoo!

medic's giddy giggles (and lip bites!) are music to sniper's ears, and he loves that he can pull those pretty sounds out of his doctor with just a few whispers in that low voice of his.... <3 sniper loves putting his mouth on any and every part of medic that he can, gently gnashing his teeth against his skin (and being rewarded with an eager "ohhh.,,.ohohohoho!"), biting, nipping, maybe even drawing a little blood... once medic begs him to bite him, well, who is sniper to refuse when his dovey is cooing so sweet? uUu

as far as a kink list, i think that would be a bit more elaborate than what i'd want to List Here (because i'd want to explain who has what role, how Intense the play is, etc. plus this is also just a reflection of my Own kinks and limits. not meant to shame/denounce anyone else's!), but off the top of my head, i think they'd both really enjoy... playing games with one another. predator/prey stuff especially.... medic loves the idea of being Hunted by sniper and seeing him in action... he's not very good prey (he tries to hide and cover his tracks but sniper can always hear his excited giggling), but he still gives sniper a run for his money by playing dirty! >:) they like rolling around in the dirt together, sweating together, feeling one another.,., medic loves seeing sniper "in his element" (cocky, self-assured, playful) as much as he enjoys seeing him out of it (a bit shyer, more reserved, submissive)!!

alternatively, i think if they fool around in the infirmary, it's much more..,., tender. the infirmary is a sacred place for both of them for many reasons; it symbolizes their Bond as Doctor and Greatest Achievement, [in my fics] it's where sniper left his mug that was the catalyst for medic coming to sniper's van to return it, it's where sniper helps medic tend to the wound of one of his doves, and [i don't want to spoil my fic so just pretend its Something Huge] etc. lots of emotional Stakes are held in those four walls! also symbolizes sniper's reluctance to ask for help in combat/just in general and so on..

i think if/when they did fool around in the lab, medic would lay down soft blankets/his own coat for sniper to lay on, face the bright lights away from them so that the lighting is a bit "softer", do little things like that to show sniper that while Yes this is medic's sanctuary, medic Also wants it to be sniper's sanctuary, too. body worship, passionate kisses, hushed praises, gentle, tender sex... oughhhhh i wanna write a full post so bad! maybe i will. hehe!!

as far as hard no's, i think that varies depending on who writes bushmed because like i say for me personally a lot of what i "put onto them" are things i like as well, since i wouldn't write kinky stuff for kinks i don't like ykwim! but all in all, they'd communicate very clearly before hand and establish safe words, hard no's, etc. i think medic would be Very Into doing that, and would have an easy time making it fun! like a playful little exam, hehe!! <33

[canoneventschmanonevent]

pERIOD literally bodyslammed me on my way to chapter 8 so here we are 3 days later but LETS GO BITCHES LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

Okay so first of all, putting aside all the smut and the pining, the kiss on the temple just before anything else is so fucking sweet. Miguel really did fall in love with her and not just her body and I thnk these little gestures convey it so much better than any grand gestures could.

The way he asked if she wanted to stop EVEN WHEN SHE HERSELF FORGOT IN THE THROES OF PLEASURE BECAUSE HE DOESN’T WANT HER TO REGRET ANY OF THIS. OH MY GOD I’M GONNA BITE SOMETHING

SHE HAS AN IMPLANT IT’S GOING DOWN BITCHES. It’s Miguel. Miguel is bitches. Bro is so down (or rather up, hehe) 

“Louder.” UM YES SIR AS YOU WISH (insert Princess Bride meme)

I don’t know what possessed you while writing this but whatever it was I’m sending them a damn fruit basket. Also the soft touches, the kisses on the forehead, the checking in. The way he says tell me to stop, but also specifies that HE WILL STOP. Not just giving her an out but reassuring her that using it would not be fruitless. I swear the tears on my keyboard is gonna get in between the keys

TOOK HS WATCH OFF TOO K HIS WATCH OFF TOOK HIS FUCKING WATCH OFF

“With you, yes.” RUBY DO YOU WANT ME TO CRUMBLE AND DIE???????!!!!!

“I need to know.” I’m a puddle on the floor I’m one with the world what even is gravity

“Use your words.” I’M GONNA GO BITE SOMETHING OH MY FUCKING GOD THE SOFT DOM VIBES THIS MAN GIVES I NEED HIM CARNALLY

I know ‘you’re so hot’ and ‘oh god look at you’ it’s all like. yeah. whoa. But then. then. this fucking man. decides to go and say stuff like ‘You are beautiful.’ and kisses on the cheek and on the neck and shoulder and what if I just died holy shit

Ruby I’m kissing you on the cheeks for the near actual depiction of losing someone’s virginity. It’s not always sunshine and throes of pleasure, especially when it’s like someone as big as Mig. But you write the hesitency and the way the two of them cope so so fucking well. The way they move together knowing this is their first time with each other despite the amount of experience or lack thereof on either side and I think that’s fantastic. They’re both participating it so excitedly but still that tentative ‘hope this feels good’ ‘hope you like this reaction of me’ ‘hope I’m taking care of you the way you deserve to be taken care of’ in them that’s just. I’m literally Heart eyes, Motherfucker right now.

Ugh Sweet Girl got to see Miguel O’Hara post-orgasm all sweat slicked and happy and in love. Hold that thot just a sec- HEY GOD IT’S ME AGAIN-

“You are to me.” CURLING UP IN A BALL AND CRYING BRB

Affection adoration devotion god I could fucking SOB-

ahkbscabcahjdbh Mig’s never getting rid of Peter B in his life (tbh he shouldn’t Peter’s a great friend especially to a grumpyhead like him)

“He’s not even using doors anymore, it’s serious.” MJ YOU QUEEN

OH OH MAYDAY MAYDAY I LOVE THAT LITTLE SPIDER!!!!! Lmao I can literally hear the cogs turning in Miguel’s brain like cute mayday-cute baby-wait cute baby held by sweet girl-cute baby held VERY well by MY sweet girl- baby with my baby???? 🥺🥺

implant removed? IMPLANT REMOVED????? OH WE’RE SO MAKING THIS DILF A FATHER AGAIN!!!!! It’s what he deserves and we deserve to see that gigantic hulking man holding a tiny precious baby

THE CIRCLE IS COMPLETE!!!!! HE DREW HER BLOOD THE FIRST TIME TO MEET HER AND NOW HE’S DRAWING HER BLOOD AGAIN TO MEET BABY SPIDER!!!! I’M GONNA GO CRY FOR A QUICK SEC BRB-

SHE. TOLD HIM. THROUGH A BLOOD TEST. BECAUSE IT’S HIS FIELD. I SWEAR RUBY I’M GONNA THROW UP THEY’RE SO SICKENINGLY IN LOVE WHEN IS IT MY TURN HEY GOD YOU THERE-

Actually you know what, thank YOU. For everything. For this absolute fucking wonderful journey you took us on. Sweet Girl and Miguel and the way you wrote them is so fucking refreshing, I stopped imagining them as fictional, they now are in some corner of the multiverse, happily waiting for baby spider to arrive. I’m gonna miss them so much it’s not even funny. 

AND I JUST SAW WE’RE GETTING DEVOTION MIGUEL’S VERSION?????? I’M GONNA GO SET AN ALARM BRB

THANK YOU FOR SPOILING US ROTTEN RUBY LOVE YAAAAAAAAA 💙💙💙

Devotion

Summary: You give yourself to Miguel, and he's about to show you what complete devotion looks and feels like.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader

Word count: 6.5k

18+. Miguel POV. Reader POV. V*rginity loss. Cr*ampie. F*ngering. C*mplay. Org*sm denial. After care. Edg*ng. Br*eding k*nk. Mentions of pregnancy.

Part 1. Previous Part.

Thank you so much to @ancientbeing10 for the help with the Spanish 🩷

Miguel had scooped you up in his arms effortlessly and carried you to his bedroom, slowly placing you on his bed.

He then leaned in to place a kiss to your temple, sending a shiver down your spine.

You tilted your head back, hoping to have his lips on yours once instead. 

The truth was that you were absolutely smitten by him. Relationships are often complicated. People are complicated. Miguel was a complex person, and yet, you felt drawn to him.

You could still remember the first time you realised your feelings for him transcended those of a regular friendship.

It had begun with him looking after you in the lab. It had been innocent and fleeting enough, but the heart works in strange ways. The way he was so adamant about you having to take care of yourself awoke in you a feeling that you were seldom presented with:

Affection.

His lips hovered over yours, snapping you from your thoughts, and you brought a hand to the side of his face. "Please kiss me…"

Even through the darkness that engulfed his room, you could still spot a faint smile.

And he did as you requested. 

Your back arched nearly instantly, seeking more of him. Even though your body had barely recovered from your orgasm, you felt desire flare inside you at an alarming rate.

He quickly deepened the kiss by parting your lips with his experienced tongue, and you eagerly let him in, moving your hand to the back of his neck, yanking him closer.

Nearly losing balance, Miguel placed both hands on either side of you for support, settling in between your legs.

A moan rose in your throat, and you broke the kiss at the feeling of your clit throbbing, as the underside of his cock settled between your folds.

"We can stop."

You stared into his crimson eyes. "Do you want to stop?"

He pressed a fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth. "This isn't about me."

Oh.

Desire had clouded your mind, almost making you forget that you were still very much inexperienced. But you still craved the fluidity and eagerness of couples who already knew their way around each other's bodies… with no virginity in the way.

Truth be told, if there was anyone who you'd give yourself to, it would be Miguel O'Hara.

You wouldn't utter these words out of fear of sounding ridiculous at best, and desperate at worst.

"I want more…" you whispered instead, rolling your hips and causing his cock to slide along your clit.

He moaned, but gripped your hip to a halt with strong fingers. "Are you on birth control?"

The question caught you momentarily off guard, and you blinked. "What?"

"If you want to continue… I have to know."

"Yes—Yes, I have an implant."

Hormonal imbalance had been the sole reason, though. Irregular periods accompanied by terrible cramps had taken a toll on you. 

Pregnancy had been the farthest thing on your mind.

Miguel groaned lowly before burying his face in your neck, lips caressing your flushed skin, which caused your hips to jolt into him.

He immediately hissed from the sudden friction, and began to match your tempo deliciously slowly.

You bit your lip, not wanting to moan embarrassingly loudly with each slide of his cock against your clit.

He quickly grazed his thumb across your lower lip, releasing it from your teeth's grasp. "Please… let me hear you…"

The plea mixed with his gentle touch was enough to have your mouth part in a whimper. 

"Louder."

Your eyes fluttered shut once the tips of his fangs began to poke your skin, and you couldn't hold back the loud moan that erupted from your throat.

Wet sounds and sticky sounds echoed all around you, as you began to drip, adding more and more layers of your own wetness around his cock. 

Ambient lights were suddenly switched on, an orange and yellow gradient filling your field of vision.

Miguel brought his lips to your cheek. "Are you sure you want this?"

You sank your fingers into his soft hair, arching your back slightly, your nipple piercings digging into the taut muscles of his chest.

In reality, you were terrified. Miguel seemed to be on the thicker side than what you had expected, and you didn't see yourself taking more than one of his fingers, so his cock definitely overwhelmed you.

Would it hurt? Would he be gentle? Would you even enjoy it?

The preconception that having sex for the first time was a painful ordeal was engraved into your subconscious. Growing up, you had heard some scary recounts of first times from your friends. 

But you were still clinging on to the hope that Miguel knew what he was doing. 

So you took a deep breath, staring into his eyes. "I'm sure…"

He shifted to press a kiss to your forehead. "You can tell me to stop if it gets too much," he murmured. "And I will."

You had no doubt he would. 

But it still made your heart speed up, and an uneasy feeling spread throughout your body rather quickly.

He reached over you to grip one long pillow and eased it under you until your back pressed against it, angling your torso so your eyes could be met with the sight of his cock dripping precum. 

Now you understood why he had turned the lights on.

Then, you heard a click and stared as he removed his dimensional travel watch, placing it on his bedside table.

Oh.

Your soaked folds were wrapped snugly around him, and you gasped as you spotted your swollen clit peeking from under his cock.

"Does that feel good?" Miguel asked, voice strained. 

You could only stare in complete and utter fascination, as he kept dripping more and more precum, the droplets eventually running down along your folds.

"Yes… you're really…" you paused briefly, completely transfixed with the amount of precum. "Is it normal for you to…"

Miguel's eyes followed your line of sight, and he chuckled upon realising what you meant. 

"With you, yes."

His bluntness had your walls clench instinctively around nothing in anticipation.

He then raised his hips and you watched as strings of precum mixed with your wetness dangled from his cock, before he kneeled at your side, slowly dipping the mattress.

You were about to protest at the loss of contact, but he immediately silenced you with a hungry kiss, drawing a couple of whimpers from you.

The taste of him had become so familiar to you by now, that it served to soothe your frustration and impatience.

Your hand tapped around blindly until it found what it was looking for.

Wrapping your fingers tightly around his hard cock, you tugged gently, and Miguel quickly broke the kiss with a delicious hiss. "Fuck…"

The heat pooling between your legs was becoming unbearable and, with each throb of your clit, uncertainty gave way to burning desire.

"Miguel… please…"

He pecked your cheek. "I need you ready for me."

You pouted in response. "I am."

He then brought his lips to your ear, whispering softly, "Can you take more than one of my fingers, then?"

Your heart faltered once you felt one hand trail down from your neck, caressing your hardened nipples, before traveling down until it reached your swollen clit.

"Can you, sweet girl?"

That term of endearment had begun to grow on you, and it almost made you moan out your answer.

"I think… I think so," you said, trying to muster your confidence.

He then pressed a kiss to the pulse point on your neck.

You watched as he traced your clit with his middle finger, coating it in your wetness. The view was hypnotic and you stifled a moan as he rubbed at your entrance once, before plunging the finger inside.

As if seeking an immediate anchor, you gripped his cock tighter, feeling beads of precum steadily spreading across your hand.

"Easy, cariño… not so tight."

This wasn't even considered dirty talking, but it was enough to have you buck your hips against him, and he eased inside easily, burying himself knuckle-deep. 

Crimson eyes watched your every reaction attentively, and you gasped as the heel of his palm pressed down on your throbbing clit.

"Tell me how it feels," Miguel cooed, sliding in and out of you at a torturous pace. "I need to know."

You hummed in response, trying your best to ride his finger through throaty whimpers.

He paused abruptly. "Use your words."

You snapped your half-hooded eyes to him. "It feels good… really go-" the word died in your mouth as he began pumping into you once again.

He unclasped your fingers from around his cock. "I know you're eager, but if you keep touching it like that I won't last…"

You were sticking out your lower lip in a silent plea, but decided to bring your precum-soaked hand to your breasts, letting the warm liquid drip onto your nipples, earning an approving growl from Miguel.

"Do you think you can take a second one?" he asked, bending over to swipe his tongue across one nipple. "You set the pace."

The sight of him tasting himself on you was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced, and you immediately nodded, just so you could feel his tongue again.

Suddenly, you felt a second digit probing at your entrance, and you couldn't keep your chest from heaving rapidly at the stretch.

Miguel shifted closer to you, catching your eyes in his. "Relax, cariño… you're doing great."

You tried. You really did try to stop your walls from tightening around his fingers, but your body was moving involuntarily at the sudden intrusion.

He placed a reassuring kiss on your cheek. "Nearly there…"

A raspy whimper parted your lips and you allowed yourself to relax ever so slightly, until he was buried as deep as he could.

The discomfort of the stretch turned into impatience, and you rolled your hips, seeking more and more friction.

"More…" you mumbled desperately.

Your eyes dropped to the mesmerising motion of both fingers sliding in and out, glistening with your wetness, as your swollen clit peeked from between your folds.

Wet sounds filled your ears and your head fell back once his palm pressed against your clit. Miguel immediately took advantage of this angle, and had his lips on your neck, sacking gently.

The familiar coil in your lower abdomen warned you that you were nearing the point of no return. The delicious friction mixed with his thick fingers fucking you at a steady pace.

"You're so close…"

You bit down on your lip so hard you feared drawing blood. At this point, you didn't trust yourself to utter any words, and chose to lose yourself in the blissful moment.

Miguel took your hand in his and had your fingers wrap around his cock once again with a hiss. He was so thick and hard and warm and leaking so for you.

"Let me fuck your hand…" he growled into your neck, snapping his hips. "Just… squeeze harder…"

You eagerly gripped him tighter, feeling strings of precjm sliding down your wrists as he matched his hips with the tempo of his fingers inside you.

"Miguel… Miguel…" you managed to moan as you neared the precipice.

His lips were on yours all of a sudden, and you crumbled under his touch, whimpering into his mouth as his tongue found yours.

You were so close.

So deliciously close.

"You’re doing so good," he praised you over and over again.

Your back arched reflexively as the blissful turbulence of an orgasm began to wash over you.

And then, it was gone.

Your peak never came and your moans immediately died in your throat.

Confusion took a violent hold on you, as you slumped into the pillow and mattress underneath you.

Miguel had removed himself from you entirely, and you were left clenching around nothing, mourning the loss of his touch.

"Miguel…why?!" you protested, as you felt tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

You dropped your hand from his cock to grip the sheets, hoping to rein in your frustration in between sobs.

"I'm sorry," he said, sounding truthfully. "I want you to come around my cock, cariño…" he added, before kissing your quivering lips.

You wanted to be mad at him for denying you of your pleasure, but he managed to gain a nod from you instead. 

The mattress dipped around you and even through closed eyes, you could tell he was positioned right between your legs.

He then brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. You felt slightly taken aback, not expecting him to do this.

"You taste really good."

You laughed nervously. "I do?"

His lips tugged upwards. "Don't take my word for it, then."

He brought two glistening digits to your lips and you immediately took them in, savouring yourself on him.

You sucked on him for a moment, enjoying how he looked so smitten by it.

He pressed your tongue flat with his fingers, before sliding out, saliva dangling from the tips.

"You're so hot."

That compliment threw you for a loop, and you immediately looked away, not quite feeling like you deserved it.

He cradled your face with his hands. "Look at me."

Slowly, but surely, your eyes met his as you tried to even out your laboured breaths. 

"You are. You are beautiful."

Your heart clenched and you were left speechless at how genuine he sounded.

You felt like you could cry from this. You didn't cry easily, but his words always found a way to tug at your heartstrings like no one had ever managed to. 

He craned his neck to press a soft kiss to your wet lips, and you felt his cock resting against your throbbing clit.

"Are you sure of this?"

"I am. Please, Miguel…"

He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm not going to last long," he whispered softly. "But neither are you."

The jab at your stolen orgasm had you pouting at him.

He groaned in response. "Try to relax as much as you can, okay?"

You swallowed hard with a determined nod. "Okay."

You felt his cock slide along your soaked folds, grazing your clit, before you felt a small pressure at your opening.

Instinctively, you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the pain and discomfort.

But Miguel, kept his hold on your face with one hand. "Please look at me…" 

You took a deep breath and mustered the strength to stare into his crimson eyes. 

"I've got you," he promised, brushing his knuckles across your heated cheek.

And you believe him.

Even when you felt the tip being pushed slowly into you, your breath caught. Your gaze faltered and your mouth fell open in a strained gasp. You felt his other hand press flat against your thighs, and you spread your legs as much as possible, hoping it would be enough to ease him in.

"Breathe…"

You slowly let out a shaky breath, realising he had stopped.

"Are you okay?"

No.

You wanted to be, but you could feel yourself tense up and you brought your hands to claw at his back, feeling the muscles underneath his skin flex as he adjusted himself.

But you still nodded. You wanted to be done with this. First times can be tricky, but you would have to keep your fear of pain at bay until the worst had come and come.

He pushed his hips into you again, and the stretch had you holding your breath again, as a sharp sting tore through your entire body.

You didn't dare breathe.

Your chest became so tight it ached, and you felt the familiar tension in your eyes, as the first tears began to blur your vision.

"Stop… please…" you begged, tapping on his back.

He immediately halted, his face softening. "Do you want me to pull out?"

You shook your head, the motion causing one tear to slide down from the corner of your eye. He captured it with his lips, a silent reassurance that he would take care of you.

Deep down, you feared he might be turned off by your hesitancy. You were sure he wanted to go deeper and faster, but the discomfort was gripping you hard.

"How much…" you sobbed, staring down at the length of your body to find where the two of you were connected. "... is it almost there?"

Miguel smiled warmly at you. "Nearly there, sweet girl."

Your lungs expanded with a deep inhale and you sighed through your nose. "Go…"

You dug your nails into his skin as he slid deeper inside, drawing a sharp gasp from you. This time, you had to bite down on your lip again, feeling Miguel's unwavering stare on your face.

"Tell me to stop, and I will."

But you didn't want him to stop. Not now. Not when you were so close to being filled to the brim with him. No amount of pain or discomfort would take that away from you now.

He was being so gentle and caring, assuring that you were the priority here. 

And you wanted this to be on equal grounds, soon.

His pleasure would be yours.

Your pleasure would be his.

He was kissing every single tear away, whispering praises, and you knew he was fully buried inside, once he stopped moving again.

This time, you felt him shudder under your touch, breath coming out in shallow pants.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice raspy and shaky.

"Yes."

You would be soon. 

The pain hadn't been as bad as you had expected and once you began to relax, you could feel the remnants of it slowly fading.

The two of you remained still for a few more seconds, with only the erratic breathing keeping you company.  

"I'm not going to last long," he confessed, burying his face in the curve of your neck. "Can you relax a bit more?"

You tried to drain the tension from your muscles, and you immediately felt his cock twitching inside you.

He was so deep...

"Please move," you asked, ready for what was to come.

Miguel inhaled sharply, and you felt him drag it out slowly, earning a few pained whimpers from how thick he was.

Before you could take a deep breath, he slammed slowly into you.

Your clit was swelling up again and you knew he had bottomed out again when you felt his balls press into you.

But you needed more. You needed to feel more.

"Can you go faster…"

He dragged his fangs along your shoulder. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Please…" you begged.

Miguel set a slow pace at first, and you heard the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around him, which had him groan with each thrust.

Your gaze was on how his cock reappeared only to disappear back inside you, visibly struggling to move past your tightness. 

"So good… fuck…así… no pares," you heard him mumble mindlessly each time he pushed all the way back into you.

You managed to snake one hand in between your bodies, and you immediately gasped as the tips of your fingers slid past your clit only to finally touch his slippery cock.

His pace quickened slightly, and he removed your hand with his, pressing down on your pulsing clit.

"Just… just like that…" you whimpered breathlessly.

You arched into him, your pierced nipples digging into his chest, and he suddenly stilled.

"I need you to come first," he rasped, drawing circles around your clit. "Please… please…"

There was something incredibly riveting about having Miguel O'Hara begging. Such a strong and serious man, was now on top of you, completely taken by how you milked his cock, and how close he was

His thumb left your clit, and he pulled his torso away from you and moved back, pressing your legs together with both hands and pushing your knees into your chest.

The new position nearly pushed you over the edge, as your walls pressed further around his cock. His thumb was on your clit in an instant, and you moaned and whimpered, gripping the sheets with both hands, holding on for dear life, as he skilfully brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me… clench around me, cariño," he urged desperately.

You hear the sound of fabric tear as your grip tightened around the bedsheets, plunging you into a blinding orgasm. Your vision blurred and you arched your back, feeling rhythmic contractions ripple across your walls, gripping his cock hard.

As your chest heaved rapidly with a rush of adrenaline, you felt him slam into you only twice before reaching his own peak.

"Mierda, te sientes tan bien… carajo," he mumbled in between groans, as he buried himself as deep as possible, finally spilling himself inside.

Even through the numbness of your orgasm, you could feel his cock twitching inside you, filling you with a burst of warmth.

Beads of sweat poured from your skin, and you felt completely spent by the time he finally slid out of you. A whimper escaped your lips once he was fully out, and your walls involuntarily clenched.

You felt him slide his cock along your folds a few times, the added  friction on your oversensitive clit making your jolt.

He released his hold on your legs, and you let them flop down, feeling something beginning to seep out of you.

"Wait here," he said as he slid out of bed and pressing a sloppy kiss on your parted lips. 

You remained still for a few seconds, before curiosity got the best of you, prompting you to slide your band in between your legs. 

A warm liquid began to coat your fingers and you propped yourself on one elbow, watching in awe as your clit and folds were covered in his cum.

You dragged a small quantity from your entrance and brought it to your lips, eager to finally taste it.

Its saltiness and warmth invaded your mouth and collected it with your tongue, slowly swallowing all of it. 

"Does it taste good?"

Your eyes widened slightly as you found Miguel standing next to you, fully naked. He was a complete marvel of muscle and beauty, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as his burning gaze bore into you.

He had a towel in his hand, and slowly kneeled on the floor, tapping his finger to your jaw to have you fully face him.

Miguel was so very handsome. It was almost criminal. Sweat-damp strands of thick hair covered his forehead and you brought your free hand to brush some of them aside.

"Does it taste good, cariño?"

You smiled innocently, removing your fingers from your mouth. "You can taste it yourself."

Miguel's lips met yours and his tongue slipped past them hungrily. Your eyes fluttered shut and you pushed some of his cum with your tongue into his.

He eventually broke the kiss and you felt the soft fabric of the towel being softly pressed to your forehead.

Some drops of cum coated his gorgeous lips and you found yourself unable to look away from his face.

"Let me take care of you."

Affection and devotion.

You nodded as exhaustion slowly weighed down your body. 

His lips curled into a faint smile and you mimicked him. "What?"

"You're so… perfect," he drawled out, sliding the towel down the side of your face and neck.

You giggled. "Is this a post-sex thing?"

He arched an eyebrow, looking very serious all of a sudden. "You're doubting me?"

Your smile faded slowly. "Oh, I just… I… don't think I'm perfect. No one is."

Miguel pressed his lips together, his gaze shifting to your breasts as he continued to pat the sweat away.

"You are to me," he mumbled.

You had heard so much about love over the years, and thought Tom had been the personification of it in your life. Even after what had happened between you two, you never doubted he was the one who had gotten away.

But now?

You weren't so sure anymore.

And it wasn't because Miguel was so easy to offer you compliments and praises. That was easy to do. It was much harder to be stricter with those one cared about, and Miguel didn't hold back from grounding you when you needed the most. 

After all, he managed to get a hold of your heart with the way he took care of you.

Just like he was doing so now.

He reached in between your legs, and you jolted from the surprise.

"Was I too rough?" he asked, uncertainty dripping from his low voice.

You shook your head. "You were perfect."

His crimson eyes met yours and you smiled warmly, allowing him to clean the cum mixed with your own wetness. 

"You said no one is perfect."

"I'll make an exception for you," you said, feeling your eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, and your vision darkened as your breathing steadied. You faintly felt more cum drip out, which Miguel quickly wiped, and vaguely wondered how much was still left inside you.

But your thoughts were cut off by your drowsiness, feeling exhausted and as you lay limp on the mattress.

You were almost dozing off when you heard his voice. "Want to take a shower?"

A grumble left your throat. "Later… I'm so tired."

"I'll carry you."

For the second time that night, Miguel took you in his arms with little to no effort, and sauntered into his bathroom, occasionally pressing loving kisses to your face.

You had looped your arms around his neck for support and groaned lightly as he stepped into the shower, tepid water hitting your skin gently.

"Can you stand?"

"Yes, yes…" you said, fighting through a yawn and landing on your feet and easing your hold around him.

Miguel silently washed your back witj both hands, and you were able to feel more cum drip from inside you, blending in with the running water.

You pressed your forehead to the tile as he moved the wet piece of cloth in between your legs, and you flinched away.

"Did I hurt you?"

"It's just a bit sore…" you breathed out, reaching down to touch your numb clit. "It's fine… don't worry."

You then turned around to face him and tip-toed to place a wet kiss to his jaw.

Adoration didn't even begin to cover how you felt about this man.

Maybe he would be your first 'I love you'.

Maybe.

- 2 months later -

Miguel shot his laser-like string of web to the side wall of glass that led to his apartment. 

The window was open, and he smiled to himself.

You were home.

He flung himself upwards, the opening presenting itself as the perfect entryway, and he swung through it, landing gracefully on the tiled floor. 

His digital mask vanished, and he ran a hand through unruly hair.

Immediately, his senses were hit with the familiar smell of freshly cooked empanadas, and he immediately smiled as you entered the kitchen, specks of flour resting on your cheeks.

"Hey, you," you greeted sweetly.

"Hey."

He closed the gap between you two in an instant, taking your face in his hands.

"Are these empanadas all for myself?"

Your eyes fell to his lips. "Depends."

He dusted off some of the flour with his thumb, raising an eyebrow. "On what?"

"Payment."

"Oh, really?"

You hummed, bringing your lips so close to his, he could feel your breath fanning them lightly.

"What sort of payment, sweet girl?"

He could almost taste you, and his heart jolted in his chest. 

It seemed that he was doomed to having your presence have this permanent effect on him. No matter how much time passed, he could not get accustomed to the hold you had on him 

"One kiss."

He quickly complied, tasting your sweetness.

You were quick to break the kiss, however. "And… promise you won't be upset."

At this, he felt a faint scowl settle on his face. "What did you do?"

The reply to his question came in the form of Peter B. Parker waltzing into the kitchen, with an empanada stuffed in his mouth.

He waved and tried to speak, but his voice only came out muffled and intelligible.

Miguel's scowl deepened and he glared at you, earning an innocent shrug.

"Peter and MJ are visiting, and I thought it would be nice to invite them over," you said endearingly, offering him a napkin.

Peter beamed. "Thank you! And Miguel… not a surprise to see you here," he added, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he grumbled.

MJ walked in with Mayday clinging to her shoulder. "Hey, Miguel!"

He inwary winced, already anticipating an upcoming headache. In all honesty, he just wanted to spend some time with you after arriving from a mission, and now…

"MJ," he greeted flatly, before patting Mayday on the head, her curls bouncing lightly.

She stuck out her tongue in response before breaking into laughter.

"He's not even using doors anymore, Peter," MJ started with a devious smile. "It's serious."

Peter nodded, taking Mayday into his hands. "Definitely serious."

Miguel's scowl deepened further and he watched as you laughed nervously.

The two of you hadn't told anyone about your relationship. Miguel would rather keep it that way.

Why?

Because this was the result, and it annoyed him to no end.

"Oh, wipe that frown off your face, Miguel O'Hara," MJ scolded. "Everyone knows about you two, already."

"What?"

Peter quickly brought Mayday to him. "Here, hold her. It will calm you down!"

Miguel reflexively took her in his arms, but kept his gaze on MJ. "What do you mean?"

She rolled her eyes, joining your side, as you began to clean off the counter. "All the missions together… always coming in together… spending time at the lab," she continued, listing off everything with each finger. "Peter and Jessica told me all about it."

Anger flared inside him briefly, but it quickly plummeted as defeat took over.

"Just a coincidence."

MJ shrugged. "Sure."

Mayday sat on his shoulder, tugging gently at a few strands of his hair, giggling. He winced in pain and removed her from him in an instant, holding her far away from him.

You turned to him and moved to grab her from his grip, pressing her adoringly against your chest. "Don't worry, Mayday. He's just a little bit grumpy, but he's a cutie, too!"

His scowl softened at the sight of Mayday melting into your touch.

You really were a natural at this...

"You're the cutest, though," you whispered in her ear, and she immediately gave you an ear-to-ear grin.

MJ was glaring intensely at him with a knowing smile, and he cleared his throat.

The last thing he needed was them realising how he yearned to be a father, with you carrying his children.

"You're so good with Mayday," Peter praised, stealing another empanada from the plate, and earning a death glare from Miguel who considered hiding them away. "Imagine Mayday and Jessica's kid having another friend to play with!"

Your eyes widened lightly. "Oh! I… I think…"

Miguel wanted to catapult Peter through the window, but he wouldn't do so in front of his wife and child. He always found a way to be inconvenient, and even though Miguel agreed with him on this, he couldn't let it show.

Out of spite.

MJ motioned for him to cut it off, and the two of them walked out, leaving a babbling MJ with you.

You chuckled. "They're good fun, right?"

No.

But he wouldn't dispute that with you, because this was what you did. You adored making people around you feel included and your love language definitely spoke louder.

As you rocked Mayday against your chest, lulling her into a peaceful silence. 

"Actually, I have something for you," you whispered with a smile.

Miguel's brow quirked again. "Please don't tell me Hobie Brown is about to burst through the ceiling."

His remark caused you to stifle a giggle. "No, but he might pop up later today."

Miguel's face hardened again.

"I'm kidding, Mr. Grumpy," you said, pointing to an envelope on the table. "Open it."

He glared suspiciously at you before shifting his attention to the piece of paper. Once he unsealed it, he peered closely at what was inside.

A small plastic rod.

His eyes widened and his lips parted.

That was…

"Yeah. I had my implant removed," you said, standing close to him. "The spider-doctor told me to wait out for my next cycle, but…" You began rubbing Mayday's back as she dozed off with a yawn. "Pregnancy can happen earlier than that if we try…"

Miguel was too perplexed to say anything.

You were indeed aware of his breeding kink, and he would gladly give you as much time as you needed. Even if you ended up deciding not wanting to have children, he would be more than fine with that decision.

He was too in love with you to push you beyond your comfort zone.

And yet… here you were, willingly fulfilling his wishes.

"Say something," you said, nudging his arm with yours.

He swallowed, finally meeting your eyes. "You didn't have to…"

You nodded. "But I want to, Miguel. And I know you want it, too."

There was no denying it. The past few months had been torturous at times. Each time he fucked you raw and spilled inside you, knowing fully well nothing would come of it. Witnessing his seed going to waste would torment him.

He pressed his hand to your head and pulled you against him, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Te amo."

You lifted your head to stare at him. "I love you, too."

- A couple of weeks later -

Miguel stormed into the lab later that afternoon, needing a refill of his serum.

But he didn't expect to see you still there, sitting on a chair, and tapping at the screen in front of you.

"What happened?"

Your head turned and he was met with tired eyes. "Oh, I was wondering if you could draw some blood."

Alarm bells chimed inside his head right away and he was quickly in front of you, scanning your face for any signs of distress.

"I'm okay, Miguel," you assured him with a faint curl of your lips. "Just want to check something."

You sounded off.

So he quickly gathered what he needed to comply with your request, always eyeing you from the corner of his eye.

He came to sit next to you and motioned his fingers so you'd lay out your arm for him.

"Did something happen?" he pressed again, pulling the sleeve of your lab coat upwards.

You shook your head, gaze dropping to his hands. 

He wasn't convinced in the slightest, but decided to give you some space, offering a respectful silence.

Hi fingers tapped your skin, tied a latex glove just above your elbow as a tournique, seeking a bulging vein. 

"It's funny…" you said with a sigh. 

Miguel lifted his eyes briefly, finding yours staring right back at him. "What is?"

The faintest tug at the corner of your lips had him relax slightly. 

"The first time I met you… you also drew my blood for testing," you said, and your tone told him you held the memory of it fondly. "And now, here we are again."

"Under different circumstances, I'm sure."

"Better ones."

He was unsure of what you meant by that, so he dropped his eyes to your arm again. Once he found what he was looking for, he punctured the soft barrier of skin, watching as the vial in between his fingers filled with liquid.

As he withdrew from you and pressed a pad to the wound, a weird feeling began to loom over him.

Could it be that...

He eyed you curiously, hoping for you to confirm his suspicions, but you remained silent.

"Apply some pressure," he asked, and you nodded, your fingers replacing his.

Scooting over to the analysis machine, he placed the vial inside and watched the liquid being sucked inside.

"Why do you need your blood tested?"

You shrugged, but he could sense you were holding something back.

By the time the first results began to appear on the hovering screen, he scanned them, looking for an outlier. 

It didn't take long for it to show up.

Miguel's heart lurched as the confirmation hit him, and he checked it twice, but there was no mistake.

< hCG (mIU/ml) - 145 >

The human chorionic gonadotropin was colloquially referred to as the pregnancy hormone, and its level could inform how far along a pregnancy was. 

This value had Miguel guess you were around three weeks. 

"Why didn’t you tell me right away?" he managed to ask, swallowing the lump in his throat.

He felt you looping your arm around his, resting your head on it. "I figured it would be more romantic than peeing on a stick and showing it to you," you chuckled softly.

In all honesty, he wouldn't care either way. 

How could he?

In front of him was the proof that the bond he shared with you was now bearing fruit.

"... besides… this is your field, right? Genetics," you said, tightening your grip around him. "It felt right for you to find out this way."

Miguel felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, upon realising just how you never missed anything. Down to the last detail. Everything you did always held a purpose, no matter how insignificant it might seem at first.

"I…"

You shifted until you were in front of him, and quickly laced your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his broad chest, eyeing him with absolute adoration. "Come on, Miguel… don't tell me you're surprised it happened so quickly."

He truly wasn't.

He had bred you over and over again over the past few weeks, always making sure you would lay still after each time, a pillow under you, not allowing any cum from going to waste.

You had protested at first, but he excelled at providing after care, and those sessions soon turned into opportunities at exploring your intimacy to the point you were eager to be filled over and over again.

His sweet girl…

"I think I love you," he blurted out, immediately realising how ridiculous he sounded. 

Your chuckle reverberated across his skin. "You think? I hope you're more sure than that. There's no turning back now."

His arms circled you, pulling you into a tighter embrace as his gaze met yours. "Thank you."

You quirked an eyebrow. "For what?"

"Everything."

Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who has been with this story from beginning to end. It means a lot. I hope you were able to connect with these characters in one way or another 🩷 I will be missing Miguel and sweet girl so much... this story wouldn't be anything without your vital support, and I will forever be grateful! Ruby~

Masterlist

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

Hmmm, interesting, changing MK's picture to Wukong's... maybe to make him more motivated to kill? Unclear. Wdym 🥺 MK is just a bit too much like him, don't you think? It makes sense right. Welcome to your first taste of this show's use of trippy imagery. Enjoy S2 Ep 5 and 7!! And yes, that was a child that thing just possessed. Child doesn't even qualify for background character status, but fandom is obsessed with her and has named her Bai He. Crazy phenomenon, wish my underrated female favs got that treatment. Anyways, don't worry this is still a kid's show, nothing crazy happens with the possession there. You'll hardly notice it. Unless if there's something specifically personal that really bothers you about this act because, oh I dunno, Nina and Alexander, then by all means prepare yourself all you'd like. It'd be uh, hm. The S3 special where any fighting happens. <--- situation is not at ALL comparable to FMA dw lol, I'm serious when I say she's basically fine and it's not noticeable until the Special because you gotta end the possession too at one point y'know? If there's anybody you need to be worried about because of The Thing(tm), it's actually *gets dragged off stage-** hehe. Man, I love S3. For sure mentally prepare yourself for that one. Uh, depends on where you draw the line at whump, visuals of being triggered/having a possible panic attack on screen. There's a fair amount of emotion and violence too in S3, very action oriented. Have fun with the EP I mentioned too, those are also your first heads up.

LMAO, fair enough!

Im just not a huge fan when kids get hurt/are in danger, PLUS possession/a character forcibly losing control over their actions is a tricky subject for me: sometimes it's totally fine no issues, other times I absolutely hate it, and I never know which one it's going to be. I prepare every time like it's going to be a problem and simply hope it won't be. So it's good to know that this PROBABLY won't be an issue.

Also, not ominous at all! I'm totally not worried about any characters I may have already grown attached to!

Thank you for the heads ups!

[lacunasbalustrade]

for the word game! "home", "treasure", "epiphany" (u can find synonyms! epiphany might be a little tough hehe)

Thank you~ for yours, I’ll send “stay”, “blinked”, and “redemption”!!! Synonyms also ^^

- home

[bury me with your regrets]

He smoothed up the crumpled paper with its dog-eared edges and slipped it in on his way home.

Miwa left a note of regrets neatly pressed in his neighbour's mailbox after an economics lecture. Actually, this line is fun to think about, plucked out from the rest of the paper. "Smoothed up the crumpled paper", he's a caring and meticulous person. Maybe a little too focused on his public appearance. "Dog-eared edges", he's a messy person and perhaps fidgets with his writing paper for comfort (like me hehe), or perhaps dog-eared is a reference to his nature. Perhaps he's making an effort to be less warm and inviting, like a dog, to depersonify the piece of himself that he trusted to his neighbour, like a last line of defence to make it all seem more humourous.

On his way home. But where is home? Miwa doesn't really have a home. The apartment is empty and no one he knows lives there. He moved out of his family place. It's ironic that I meant the opposite of what I said.

[bury me with your regrets]

But against his will his meddlesome feet take over and drag him to his mailbox. His traitorous (or perhaps wise) fingers squeeze out one sentence. "I can't do this anymore." Then he runs back to his home and buries himself in a stack of documents he needs to get filed. Paperwork, mostly old certificates and things like that. Invitations he should have thrown away by now but instead has lugged from place to place like a weary despair. Halfway through he realises he's throwing everything into the 'Recycle' pile.

Do I only use 'home' ironically? More like cave of regrets and unwashed uncleaned stuff.

[k & co]

You scrub at them like you're possessed; the brand new turquoise toothbrush you threw out because you used it when you were Reversed, the contents of your leftover budget beef stew made in New York with extra caramelised onions after a day spent Reversing fighters downtown, the rain shower at home that you sprayed with Dettol until you were coughing from the stench, until you came to Card Capital smelling of the disinfectant.

In this one, Kai Toshiki tries to alienate all traces of himself from a time that he regretted. He had accepted a dark power, and it was such a source of humiliation for him that he tried to clean himself away from his own home, until it literally became toxic for him. Until actual physiological effects took place. He succeeded in making a familiar environment reject him, and still came back to it every day, perhaps in order to harm himself.

[the suffering breaths we draw through chains]

They are stained a light, golden brown impervious to water; made of some sort of newfangled scratch-proof cellulose acetate overlay you use to cover up rotten, misplaced or maybe unappealing planks (Sofia reads way too many home renovation magazines) - but they still squeak, and in the gaps of those acetate planks I can hear the testament of how incomplete your life here is, Hyoryu.

This one is a little affectionate, and gives me some hope for the dastardly pessimism of my writing. Rouga works always are.

[k & co]

You are just a friend, just a friend, just a friend, and that comes without any baggage, you'll never feel like you owe something to me, I can be the one you're comfortable around, someone you can find waiting for you at home.

(I gave up on formatting the lines back to normal here lol)

This one is marginally better. Miwa Taishi is denying that there are any expectations of each other in his friendship with Toshiki Kai in an attempt to pretend that nothing has changed in their dynamic and that he's merely a convenient fixture, when Kai in actuality feels deep gratitude to him and wants to repay it. Uncomfortable with the feeling of being appreciated, he tries to keep everything the same; and Kai distracted.

- treasure (includes synonyms)

[open wide]

Miguel is her present, in more ways than one, a gift whose heart cannot be given because it already belongs to their lord, but whom has given her everything he can take without incurring debt.

Small mercies, that he cannot break his own heart.

what is wrong with me why is this so horribly sarcastic.

[progressively worse is all we've got]

But I continue to recall these reasons in the glaring blood of the dying sun and continue to trail behind you as you still wait for me instead of walking beside, instead of leading.

What for?

You could never be a regret, but I want so much more than that for you; someone who has been holding my cowardice as a treasure for such a long, painful time.

This is basically grief ok?

[the suffering breaths we draw through chains]

You can't just throw away the years I treasured for you when I threw away every opportunity other people gave me because I saved it all for you. Kyoya you can't just lie to me and then treat me like a dirty rag you were keeping around out of pity, I thought we were equals!

The idea of grief again.

[what can’t hurt you] There are occasionally wild herbs the army chef Kai finds and hoards like a dragon, but he can be persuaded with a little pleading to share some of his bounty. He wraps these in little notes and has them posted back to the country house. Every herb will help with the bills. 

this at least doesn’t seem to have any negative connotation (who am I kidding this character DIES)

- epiphany

[reminder of a safe return]

It's a full two years before Rouga takes a glance in the mirror with Eagle on his shoulder and realises the extent of Kyoya's obsession with imagery.

Or well perhaps that’s me and not Rouga.

[katsu28]

i don't know if you've done this, but a 🍭 “You told me not to worry about them.” with bradley bradshaw maybe??

thank you sm for requesting, my dear ari!! much love for u <3

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x aviator!reader, callsign Casper (like the ghost hehe), some swearing, 1.3k

They were just some harmless pranks; you could handle them. That was what you told Rooster over and over when he found out you were getting hazed by some other pilots in your squadron. It wasn't uncommon for stuff like this to happen to newer pilots, but damnit if he didn't hate seeing it happen to you. 

It was what he had to keep reminding himself when you called him at three in the morning one night and asked him to come pick you up from one of the shadiest districts in San Diego. His mind was reeling the whole car ride to you, because you’d sounded so quiet on the phone. Whether it was because you were embarrassed, upset, or even scared, he didn’t know. 

“Are you okay?” was his first question as soon as he’d put his car into park and rushed over to you, eyes squinting in the dingy, flickering streetlight to scan your whole body for any sign of injury. You just nodded, and when he seemed certain that there was nothing wrong with you, he frowned. “What the hell is going on? Why are you even out here this time of night?” 

“It was nothing, just another stupid prank,” You muttered, drawing your jacket tighter around yourself. Rooster’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” 

“Pranks are funny. This? Ditching you alone here of all places, that’s not a prank. That’s risking your life.” 

“You say it like I don’t do that for a living everyday.” You were joking, even though right now definitely wasn’t the time to be cracking one. 

Rooster’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Casper, okay? I know you wanna fit in and prove that you belong here, which you do, I know you do, but this hazing shit with your squad isn’t okay!” 

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” You set off to the Bronco after that, effectively cutting the conversation short. Rooster was worried, you understood that, but every pilot went through this kind of thing. Making it through the pranks meant that you’d finally be accepted as a real part of your squadron, so you were fine with it. But Rooster had a problem with it, and he wasn’t afraid to tell you. Case in point. 

Rooster slid into the driver’s seat a few seconds later, turning to you and opening his mouth like he was going to say something, but decided against it, instead opting to just start driving. 

The atmosphere in the car was tense, to say the least. Neither of you wanted to break the charged silence, too headstrong to give in. 

Rooster was the first one to break a good while into the drive, voice defeated. “You told me not to worry about them, Y/N.” 

Y/N. Not your callsign. That was how you knew he meant business. 

“And you still don’t have to, Bradley. I have it under control.” And that was your stubbornness talking. It was one of the qualities you possessed that gave you the grit and determination you needed to make it this far in the game, and you’d be damned if you let a bunch of chauvinistic asses take it away from you. 

“If you had it under control, it wouldn’t’ve got this far. I can talk to those assholes, let ‘em know not to mess with you.” 

“Oh, and then what? I get let off the hook because my big scary Lieutenant boyfriend said so?” You scoffed, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “They’re never gonna take me seriously after that. So thank you for picking me up, but just leave it alone, okay?” 

“I’m just trying to help you!” 

“Help me?” You let out a humorless chuckle. “You don’t get it, do you? However hard it was for you to earn the respect of other pilots, it’s fifty times harder for me. Nobody takes me seriously because of who I am. What I look like. I need to prove that I’m just as tough as they are, and if they think I’m pulling favors from you, I’m right back where I started.” 

Rooster hesitated again, taking a second to digest your words. He’d never actually thought of it that way. He was so focused on what he could do to get them to stop that he never considered how that would bode for you. Rooster knew the type of guys your squad members were. Hell, he’d even been that type of guy at one point in his life. 

But you were right. If he stepped in, that would only make things even harder than they already were for you. And if they suspected you’d gone running to him to get him to pull his rank, maybe even escalate it further. 

“I’m sorry,” Rooster said softly, settling his free hand over your knee. You continued to stare out the window, jaw clenched tight so he wouldn’t see you falter.

He tried again, a different approach this time. “I get it. Finding a good groove with a new team is hard. You just wanna take it, muscle through whatever they throw at you. Show them that you can play with the big boys. But sweetheart, this is getting out of hand. Stupid pranks are fine; I’ve pulled a shit ton back in my day. But when it comes to compromising your safety, that doesn’t fly with me.” 

Your breath trembled as you exhaled, and Rooster noticed. He flicked on his blinker, maneuvering off to the side of the street and killing the engine in one smooth motion before swiveling to face you in his seat, one big hand coming up to cup your cheek. 

“I was really scared, Bradley,” You admitted, your words nearly a whisper. You leaned into his touch instinctively, fingers curling around his wrist. “I—I didn’t know if I should call you, or just find my way back on my own. I didn’t—I didn’t know what to do.” 

“Oh, my sweet girl,” He cooed, stripping off his seatbelt. You thought he would try to hug you from here, but instead he held up a finger, hopped out of the car and rounded the hood, pulling your door open to gather you in a much better hug than you were expecting. His arms folded around you just right, lips pressing into the top of your head, heart a comforting thud against your ear. “Thank you for calling me. Always call me, no matter what time it is. If I can be there, I’ll be there. And if I can’t, I’ll find a way.” 

“Thank you,” You mumbled, voice muffled against the softness of his hoodie. 

“Of course.” Rooster sighed, giving you one last good squeeze before holding you at arms length for what he was going to say next. “You’re a good pilot, Casper. I’ve seen you fly, you’re one of the best I’ve ever seen.” 

“Yeah well, you’re biased,” You said lightly, nudging his ribs with your elbow gently. 

“I’m not! Professionally speaking, as someone who’s seen dozens of pilots come in with the potential to become something great and fizzle out, I can honestly, truly say that you’re not one of them. You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone, because you’re just that good.” 

“Are you trying to woo me and get me into your bed right now?”

Rooster’s cheeks flushed pink. “No! Well yes, eventually, but—stop distracting me! I mean it, okay? You’re going places. So tell those dickbags to knock it off, because chances are, if you’re as scary as I know you can be,” He earned another jab to the gut for that comment, “they’ll take the hint. Show them you’re not playing their stupid games anymore.” 

“I will.” Your fingers loosened their grip around his torso, lips quirking into a soft smile. 

“Good. I’m glad. And if they keep being jerks, I’ll gladly be of service.” He shrugged. “As your boyfriend, not Lieutenant Bradshaw. No pulling rank of any kind, I promise.” When you laughed, he straightened proudly, always pleased to be the reason you were happy. Some would even say it was his greatest mission in life. “Stay at my place tonight?” 

“Okay.” 

“See, now I’m trying to get you into my bed. I think it’s working too. Is it?” 

“Definitely.” 

[honeycombstrawberry]

HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL FREN I am bacc! I am a bit stressed with finals so I couldn't come here so often (but I have read everything during my breaks!). Could you write something following this: "have you ever skinny dipped in the ocean?" it could be either Adrian asking it or his s/o, and of course it involves doing something "illegal" but they are alone and he's head over heels for reader, kinda fluff kinda spicy hehe ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

test-driving the concept of tumblr-exclusive drabbles with this very sweet little prompt you've given me!! here's a little scene i wrote for you!!

real-life fantasy

pairing: adrian chase x reader

rating: mature

word count: 1,040 (tumblr-exclusive drabble!)

“Have you ever skinny-dipped in the ocean?” you ask contemplatively, chin in your hand, gazing out the window of your hotel room.

“What?” Adrian asks. “Wh— No, that’s— That’s illegal, I can’t do something like that.”

You huff a laugh, though you don’t turn to glance at him. Your eyes are still fixed forward on the water, in the darkness. When the 11th Street Kids had been assigned to a mission on the coast, you hadn’t expected to be literally on the coast, but— here you are. You’re all in a hotel right off the beach; Adrian snuck into your room two minutes after you all got your room keys and went your separate ways.

“You also kill people,” you remind him. “That’s illegal, too.”

Adrian huffs. “That’s different. I’m doing—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you cut him off. You’ve heard all of it before; you know it, you get it. But— you do think he could stand to re-examine some of these strange standards of his, a little bit.

You got him to smoke weed, anyway; you bet you could get him in on this, too.

Adrian hesitates. Then, he asks, in a voice that’s slow for him, “Have— Have you ever— You know? Have you gone and— and—”

“Skinny-dipped,” you finish for him. “Naked.”

“Yes,” he says. “Yeah, th— That, that one.”

Now, you do turn, glancing back at Adrian, curious. “You’ve seen me naked. Like, a shitload of times. You saw me naked twenty minutes a— Fuck, I’m— I’m still mostly naked now! What— What are you shy all of a sudden for?”

Adrian hesitates. There’s such a pleasant flush on his face, pink on his cheeks. He shoves his glasses back up, just for something to do with his eyes, his hands. He’s mostly naked, too, only shoved back into his underwear.

“I just—” Adrian hesitates, then says, “I don’t— Did you do it with somebody else?”

You can’t help the little smile that comes up at that. You love Adrian’s strange little possessive streak, even though he’s self-conscious about it.

“Well,” you tell him. “If I did, it wouldn’t be half as good as it would be with you.”

This time, Adrian’s flush rushes all the way up to the tips of his ears, spreads blotchy down his chest. You laugh, then get up, pushing to cross and join him, climbing back into his lap in bed. You fit your knees on either side of his legs, sitting on his thighs before you duck down to kiss his throat.

His hands surge up to catch your hips, then skate up your waist, pushing up his shirt where it’s riding up on you, now. He bites into the kiss you bring to his lips, then, before drawing away.

“If— If you really— If that’s something you really want—” Adrian starts, then exhales, shakily. “If nobody sees us, it’s not— Not that bad, I guess, is it?”

“No,” you insist, eager to get his agreement. “No, not that bad at all.” You draw up, rolling your hips, grinding down into him, over the half-hard line of his cock. “Not even illegal, really.”

Adrian considers this, for a beat, before he shoves upwards. He nearly stumbles and falls, but he still manages to clamber to his feet, holding onto you, hoisting you up where you’re now wrapped around his chest, his waist, his shoulders.

“Well, fuck,” Adrian says. “If it’s not even really fucking illegal,” which— you don’t know if that’s true, but who cares, really, “I guess it’s fine, who cares?”

He all but shoves open the balcony door. You’re grateful you’re on the ground level, that this hotel is only one floor, so he can push out onto the patio effortlessly.

“I need to actually take this off for—” you start to remind him, and he nearly dumps you in the sand, at the reminder.

As soon as you’re standing on your own, you reach to wrench his shirt up and off of yourself, abandoning it in the sand. You kick off your underwear to join it, reckless, excited. You know nobody’s out here; it’s too late, and this area’s so secluded. If anybody did see you, you could either run right back inside or into the ocean. And—

Honestly, if it gets Adrian’s clothes off and his ass in the ocean, you don’t care what else happens, at this point.

You tug at his waistband once before dancing away from his grasping hands. He reaches out for you, laughing, tries to grab you, but you dart away again, wriggling just away.

“Gotta get your clothes off if you wanna join me,” you tell him, teasing.

“Oh, you— fucking shit,” Adrian laughs right back. You sprint for the water through the thick, warm air; you can hear Adrian huffing behind you as he trips out of his underwear. He abandons it with your clothes, you look back to see, before he’s jogging off after you into the water, through the warm waves of the sea.

“Wow, this isn’t bad,” you say, excited, just as Adrian sprints right at you and sweeps you up off your feet, catching you, spinning you around. “Adrian— We have to get in the water—”

Adrian scoops you up again, bridal-style, splashing through the warm waves to get you into the deeper water. It’s not until he’s in past his waist that he sets you down again, holding onto you so the waves don’t drift you away from him.

“There we go,” you murmur, and Adrian’s already tugging you against him.

“You’re right,” he says, agreeing with such ease, now. “This is— I’m sure this can’t be illegal, this is, just, like— totally natural! Totally normal, this is how it should be—”

You reach down, slick hands gliding over the muscular planes of his chest, down until you dip along his hips. He shoves into you, catches you, kisses you, and you kiss him back, smiling.

“Don’t you want to swim?” you ask, murmuring against his lips.

“Fuck it,” Adrian says. “Close enough,” and drags his hands down over your sides, up your slick chest, over wet, damp skin until he strokes to cup your face and kiss you all over again.

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