#chillbumps

[bleaksqueak]

How how how does this still go as hard as it goes AND WITH THAT ALBUM COVER.

[s4no]

k, p, x for nsfw alphabet obey me simeon pleaseee 🥺🥺

[ k ]: kinks - what’s a kink or two of his? simeon has always been extremely curious about temperature play. he'll slowly trail an ice cube across your stomach, watching in awe as chillbumps rise along your skin. dragging it up between your breasts, it's almost like magic the way your nipples harden when he circles it around them, and he wonders why he didn't think to try this out earlier. admittedly, he's a little nervous about pouring hot wax on you. but when you moan at the pleasurable sensation, your skin soft and flushed, he abandons all of his reservations.

[ p ]: position - what's his favorite sex position? call him boring but his favorite position, by far, is missionary. it's intimate and he enjoys watching your face while he makes love to you.

[ x ]: x-ray - how big is he? is he a grower or a shower? his cock is a solid 8 inches— and it's so fucking pretty. he's a grower so when he gets hard, he doesn't really know what to do with himself. he'll constantly adjust himself.

nsfw alphabet

[unmellowyellowfellow]

Chalk Mountain | 0 - Dixie Alvarez Holds a Grudge

draft status: (complete rewrite)

(tw: drug use (marijuana), language, (daddy issues)

A/N: hi, so, this is the introduction chapter to my wip; and this is my first time sharing it. i hope you enjoy, i would love feedback (especially on dialogue. that shits hard). but never more, here it is! in all her rusty glory. everyone, meet Dixie.

The red sand of the west Texas desert gets into every nook and cranny of life around these parts. The texture is rough, yet soft; and leaves a stain on your Sunday best that sticks to ya like a honeybee to a marigold. It sneaks underneath your fingernails and hides in the corners, just out of reach.

I suppose that may not be a problem for some folks. Some like the orange tint to their white button shirts, or the wind blowing in an excuse to call into work on a Wednesday to go get evening coffee and pie with your aunt down the street, or the way it sounds against the windows may resemble the gentle patter of rain against the sill.

Dixie quite liked the color of the red sand, although she called it the red dirt. Her fluffy hair greatly resembled the red dirt below her porch steps that she left her stained boots on when she came home from trekking downtown. She sat down next to her boots and flicked a lighter, watching the flame dance.

She thought of her mother with a furrowed brow and a professional skill to ignore her father when he shouted inside the house about this and that. She missed her brother who ran away from home when they were children, who always had her back when their father would lash out back then. Dixie always wondered, and secretly hoped, that they were out there together somewhere.

Right as Dixie lit up an old roach that she had found in the dirty pockets of her overalls, her lungs burned from the deep inhale as her father came out the door. “Dixie,”

“Yes, Walter,” The smoke trailed through her words.

“What the hell‘re you doing?” He stepped over to her and looked at the spot next to her on the step. She responded in a single nod and scooted away from him to let him sit.

“Drugs,” Dixie offered the cherry towards him and he scoffed.

Dixie and Walter butted heads for as long as she could remember. Her mother always told her it was because Dixie had a spirit filled with fire and gold and passion and Walter’s spirit got used up and dried out years ago when he was just a boy. She never understood how they met and fell in love and always partly blamed him for her disappearance, thinking maybe she did it to get away from him.

However, Declan disappeared before their mother; 6 weeks to be exact. He ran away from home on a warm, rainy night after a family explosion about grades over dinner. Dixie used to sit by the living room bay window and wait for mother to return with her baby brother.

They existed quietly with each other for a moment while a tumbleweed rattled in the wind, tangled against their street sign. ‘Lower Passage’ was what it read before the wind storms sand blasted most of the paint away. Lower Passage was a long dirt road in the middle of nowhere around 8 miles long, out where the banjos play, as Dixie would say. Other people lived down Lower Passage, too, but they all had farmland and nobody paid anyone any mind.

The front yard was filled with the seasonal white flowers that take over like a plague. They danced in the wind with the trees whose leaves were floating in the air to the ground and chillbumps littered Dixie’s arms and legs. In the distance, she heard children laughing and running through the leaves in the side yard.

She closed her eyes and imagined Declan running past the front porch, his burgundy hair tangled in grass and sticks. A little curly fire haired Dixie played with young Declan and danced about in the flowers with a dainty and fragile crown of flowers and weeds upon her head.

Their mother watched from the wooden bench swing they had on the big live oak tree in the yard with a careful eye and a toothy grin. Her mother laughed as little Declan got scared by a bee; the laugh echoed further away once Dixie opened her eyes.

“Where do you think they are, daddy?” She coughed and flicked the ash to the dirt, then smushed it with her sock.

“Who, your mom and Declan?” Walter sighed and lit a cigarette. She nodded and hugged her knees to her chest. “I don’t know, Dixie Anne. If I did, they’d be right here at home.”

“But this ain't home anymore, is it?”

He paused to take a long drag, then blew it out with a shake of his head. “No, I guess not.”

“I’m gonna find them one day. I swear it, I will.”

“Now, I thought I told you it’s time to drop that shit. You can get yourself hurt goin’ out there playin’ detective,”

“I’m not playing anything, I’m taking care of my family,” A crow flew in front of Dixie and cawed loudly and began to peck at the grass.

“I’m your family,”

“No, you sure ain’t.” Dixie ran her tongue along her teeth, then spit some of her lunch carnage onto her fathers shoe. He looked up towards her with a frown that showcased the matching dimple that Dixie inherited from him. She mimicked him and stomped her socked feet across the porch; the screen door exaggerated her dramatic exit by a loud slam against the wooden frame.

[l-u-c-i-i-e]

(an interesting one)(for once)

"Tagged" by @buddyblanc -

Rules: Fill out the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better!

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Relationship status: eternity is long, especially at the end*...

Favorite Color: probably blue (and to be smart like @buddyblanc, I'd say blue-kandinski)

Song stuck in head: Chillbump - Nothing New -

Last song I listened to: "Les Cloches du Hameau" (Traditional folk song of Dauphiné.)

Three favorite foods: pepper, salt, sugar (lol)

Last thing I googled: trains timetables Oslo -> Bodo, and Stockholm -> Narvik

Dream trip: US West Coast - Scotland - Greenland - Mongolian Steppes - Lapland AGAIN YES AGAIN

Anything I want right now: less back pain (I'm still a simple person :D)

I tag @nimfeach, @queenofloci, @passifloramoonlight, @graveyarddirt, @grayladyofthewell, @she-who-keeps-the-lighthouse,@uchchhishta-matangini,@chaoticlawful, @gamayunsteward @epine-dorsale mais ça ne t'intéressera pas je suis quasi sûre

[psybrepunk]

Its amazing how the brain works

If something elicits a dopamine response in my brain, but another thing doesnt, if you associate those two things I will begin to make the dopamine association with tje second thing that didnt afford me any dopamine by itself.

I have examples.

I didnt like a song by John Denver until they released that trailer for Fallout 76 with this song, then my brain made the dopamine association with Fallout crossover to John Denver and now the song gives me chillbumps.

On a similar note I never particularly enjoyed cinnamon until I got into Dune and learned that spice tastes like cinnamon and now via the dopamine I receive from pretending anything I consume with cinnamon has spice in it, I am contented.

The moral of this story? If you understand your brain's core motivations you can trick yourself into liking anything.

[ethtyn]

i mean. Ngl i see ur vision now. but also dramatic bitch and Just Some Guy is a hilarious concept

plus can you imagine the Situations. the man is frankly legendary for ignoring Lore through sheer force of will and while the Clockers have really managed to frog-march him into roleplaying a bit this season somehow?, i really feel like Martyn's overall (vague gesture) and editing would mean we could potentially get Etho-included "lore" for once. which i'm getting lil chillbumps just thinking about like a fucking NERD.

anyway. EXACTLY. i am so glad we understand each other. 💖

[billysgirllol]

“bambi should have a crush on mee.” giggling, she turns her head when he’s by her ear giving her chillbumps and presses a kiss to his cheek right before he’s trying to redirect her kisses away from him. but lucy gray’s like a love leech, keeps clinging and trying to give him more. “i can do thats.” rubbing her hands on the offered towel, she takes the tooth brush and just holds it without brushing. “that one.” she points to her left leg, randomly choosing it while lifting the toothbrush up and trying to press it to his teeth to brush his teeth.

“veryy special i’d sayyyy.” giggling, especially when he reacts to her kiss she gave his chest. “no, dinorita. i ammm jusss’ in a kissy mood. i want to kiss kiss kiss.” innocently smiling, trying to lean in and kiss his shoulder before cold stuff being squeezed onto her hand stops her and has her looking down. before the lotion can become uncomfortable with how cold it feels initially, he starts warming it up then she’s patting her hands across her thighs. leaving splatters of white hand prints down her legs after she yanks her shirt up off her legs. “you rub it in.” despite him saying he wants to brush her teeth.

[acidcaught-a]

aftercare:     for our muses to participate in aftercare together

he has his arms wrapped around her, his lips in her hair. right hand runs down the side of her body, fingertips gently sliding over her skin. there's a water bottle next to her hand on the bed, cap screwed on tight so as not to spill on the sheets. the cotton sheet is pulled over her before chillbumps rise from the quick turning fan. he's actually happy that gotham's weather is abysmal. the patter of rain on the windows soothes as he breathes, mindful of his beating heart. he whispers i love you, baby girl. once, twice, and the first three words once more for effort. ( the bathtub water runs in the background. he'll pick her up in three for a soak harvey will be most pleased to join. )

[findmeheredear]

This song gives me chillbumps. <3

Ashnikko ft. Ethel Cain - Dying Star

[marcusmonroe22]

#writer #writersofinstagram #wordporn #thursdaytouch #chillbumps #silentlanguage #understood #fingerplay #fingertalk #thattouch #intentions #hewrites #silentknight #darkknight #slowhand https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf_p19nOz5L/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[marcus-monroe-blog-blog]

#writer #writersofinstagram #wordporn #mondaymood #chillbumps #thatspot #ooohrightthere #ummmm #warmtheoven #hewrites #silentknight #darkknight #dreamweaver https://www.instagram.com/p/CdVul3Iu0Mw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[deadchicksarecool]

Those chill bumps! 🎃👻💀 www.deadchicksarecool.com #halloween #halloweensection #halloweenstore #halloweendecor #halloweendecorations #chillbumps #talkdirtytome #goosebumps #creepygirls #halloweenwhore #countdowntohalloween #halloweencountdown #october #october31 #october31st #deadchicksarecool

[superesque]

ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ   ᴛʜᴇ   ғɪʀsᴛ   ᴛɪᴍᴇ   ᴛʜᴀᴛ   ᴇʀɪᴋ   ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ   ᴀɴᴅɪ   ɪɴ   ᴀ   ᴄᴏᴍᴘʀᴏᴍɪsɪɴɢ   ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ.   particularly   during   those   moments   where   they   were   touch-starved   beyond   what   they   could   bare.   but   regardless   of   their   wants,   they   knew   even   a   brisk   was   too   much   to   risk,   so   imagine   not   only   being   able   to   be   touched   by   the   master   of   magnetism   with   no   harm   …   but   being   able   to   fully   experience   an   intimacy   they   longed   for.   with   erik,   things   were   tried   …   explored   …   experienced.   he   gave   rogue   the   gift   of   feeling   normal,   &   they   could   never   thank   him   enough   for   that,   which   would   explain   why   the   flame   they   held   for   him   may   have   shrank   when   distance   grew,   but   never   blew   away. 

❛   so   ah'm   seein',   especially   if   you're   what's   considered   ‘room   service’   …   ❜   even   with   their   powers   under   control,   erik's   touch   still   sent   chillbumps   down   their   spine,   brazen   leg   sinking   down   as   their   body   rises   a   bit   to   be   face   to   face   with   the   silver   fox.   ❛   you   always   did   know   my   mind,   sugah;   but   ah'd   hate   to   get   such   a   pretty   getup   like   yours   all   wet   with   my   suds   …   ❜   a   finger   traces   along   the   sharp   collar   and   along   their   chin:   he's   just   shaved,   they   can   feel   it,   the   scent   of   aftershave   scenting   along   with   the   steam   as   their   face   inches   closer,   eyes   never   leaving   theirs,   lips   pursed   in   the   slightest   of   suggestions. 

Erik couldn't help but drop his chin and smile, a blush faintly staining his freshly shaved cheeks. Rogue was always gifted with the art of flattery and charm. It was irresistible, made you feel like the only one in the room, or at least the only one worth knowing. He greeted Erik as if no time had passed, as if distance had never been a factor. He stepped in, the warm steam on his skin. "Guests in the White Castle are treated quite nicely, my dear. Full service." Erik's chin raised and he looked over Rogue.

It was as if the other man was posed for him, submerged in the water, one leg hanging out. Erik crossed the room, slowly and methodically. It was quite evident what Erik's thoughts were, it was written on his face, the way he stood. The usually impervious man softened by his former lover. "I could leave if you wanted..." Erik replied, coming to the side of the stub to bend down. One hand moved to Rogue's leg, fingertips trailing down it, to the knee and then a little higher.

"I am no telepath, nor a believer in fate, but I don't think you'd want me to. And I think I arrived just in time." Erik's blue eyes glanced up, meeting those sharp green ones.

[onlymingyus]

Mine

header edited by me (@chogiwapadada) do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; jeon wonwoo x afab reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; unprotected sex, possessive wonwoo, hand around the throat, fingering, fingers in the mouth

word count; 1.2k and some change

request; no

a/n; this was written for @wonwussy after seeing this tweet (it is a safe link with slightly suggestive themes but no porn)

You can feel Wonwoo’s hands run along your back as he pushes you down over the table. Your clothes discarded from the moment you walked in the door but neither of you had made it to the bedroom. The cold wood pressing against your chest makes you gasp in contrast to the warmth radiating off your bodies as he leans over you and you can feel his hard cock simply press against your ass as he ghosts his lips to your ear. 

“I’m tempted to say this is better than being at Jeonghan’s party. No one else is looking at you in that tight little dress you put on. Course…where is that dress now?” You grunt as his hand grips at your hip, his voice making your entire body erupt in chillbumps at how low and calm he is speaking. 

“It’s by the front door, Wonwoo.” He smirks against your neck before pressing a gentle kiss to your skin before speaking against your ear again. “Mm it is. Along with everything else that might get in my way.” You moan softly as his hand moves between your legs from behind, his long slender fingers pressing between your folds as his teeth nip at your ear lobe. 

You feel Wonwoo’s fingers scissors along your folds as he teases right outside of any areas where you want him the most. Your body reacts to him as you push your hips back towards him causing your ass to push back against his hard cock. Wonwoo grunts into a laugh before his mouth is on your neck and you gasp loudly when he bites at your neck gently. His tongue runs over the spot before he mutters against your skin, “So greedy.” 

“Please…” When you beg for him, Wonwoo smirks standing up behind you. His free hand moves to glide along your spine making you shiver as you move to stand slightly on your toes when his other hand circles your clit. “I love when you sound so desperate. Tell me…who else do you get this desperate for?” 

You shake your head and Wonwoo’s hand on your back moves along your hip, his nails grazing your skin lightly as you speak. “No one else.” He sucks on his bottom lip and leans over you slightly once again as he moves his fingers towards your dripping entrance. “That’s right, and why is that? Who do you belong to?” 

“You, I belong to you.” With your words Wonwoo sinks two fingers into you slowly making you moan his name as his lips press to your shoulder. Your body pressing harder into the wooden table as you feel the fingers curl into your walls with such precision you know only he could make you feel like this. Wonwoo feels your knees begin to give out as he pushes you towards your first orgasm of the night so his free hand wraps around your waist as he uses his strength and the table to keep you steady. 

Wonwoo groans when he feels your cum slipping around his fingers when he pulls them from your pussy. He couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling that he got around you, especially when you were around his friends. The possessiveness radiates from him even now when he sucks his fingers clean and you are panting for a full breath on the dining room table under him. 

With his arm still around your waist, Wonwoo helps you stand and turns you in his arms before sitting you on the edge of the table. His lips brush yours as his hand lines his painfully hard length at your entrance. Wonwoo steps in closer to you and uses his other hand to lift you slightly so that he slides into you. The stretch is delicious but slow, your arms move to drape around his shoulders as you moan against his lips once he bottoms out. 

Wonwoo grunts against your lips as his hand tightens on the side of your thigh before he pulls back to look at you when he begins to thrust into you so deeply with tight short thrusts you think you are going to see stars. “I kept thinking at the party, every single time one of them sat down next to you, every time one of their hands lingered a little too long…how much I hated them touching what was mine. It’s bad enough to watch them look at you.” 

You whine and lean your head back but Wonwoo grabs your face and makes you look at him with a tsk. “We are having a conversation baby. Like I was saying…” You moan his name and how good he feels as his cock rubs against your spot making your thighs quiver as you nod trying to listen to what he is saying. “I don’t want any of them Wonwoo.” 

He nods and puts his finger over your lips before putting two fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. “I know baby, now shh. I’m talking. I know you don’t want them but that doesn’t mean they don’t want you or that it doesn’t feel like it. Fuck it just gets my blood boiling. I just don’t like to share. It’s not in my nature.” You moan around his fingers nodding in agreement as you feel the coil tighten in you once again. Your nails digging into his shoulders. 

“Fuck you are so tight babe.” Wonwoo grunts and his hips snap to yours as he feels himself getting just as close to his own climax. His brain chanting, ‘mine, mine, mine’. His fingers fall from your mouth before his hand wraps lightly around your neck towards your jaw to push back your head. His lips find yours in a hungry kiss as you fall apart on his cock. Wonwoo’s brows furrow deeply as your walls clench around him, sending him over the edge after you as he spills into you with a few final thrusts. 

Your hands run through Wonwoo’s hair and over his temples to wipe away beads of sweat as his hands slide along your body before he carefully slips from you but remains close unwilling to let you go. “Wonwoo…baby?” He grunts, his forehead resting on your shoulder before you lift his head to make him look at you meeting him with a smile. 

“I love you. I don’t want anyone else.” He sighs and nods leaning to kiss you before taking your hand in his kisses your fingers, palm, then wrist before moving from you to grab something to clean you both up as he speaks. “I know. I love you too. I just get possessive. I’m sorry if I’m too much sometimes.” 

You can’t help but to laugh as he moves back into your arms letting you run your fingers over his face as he looks down at you with much gentler eyes than he had when you had first entered the door. “I love when you fuck me like that Wonwoo…but I also don’t want you to ever be worried about others.” Wonwoo smirks at your words raising his brows when you say you like being fucked like that. 

“You like being fucked hard and reminded who you belong to?” You sigh and groan as you lean your head back into a laugh. Wonwoo smiles watching you as you shake your head. “Out of that entire sentence that is all you got?” With a gentle hand he tilts your head back up and presses a soft kiss to your lips before shaking his head. “No I heard the rest too, that was just my favorite part.” 

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[shujiful]

TOKREV: KINKS (PT. I)

feat: mikey, draken, mitsuya, chifuyu, kazutora, baji

tw: fem!reader, spanking, dacryphilia, pet play, breeding, face riding, overstimulation, edging, daddy kink, cucking, voyeurism, knife play, gun play, degradation / humiliation, angry sex, overall very smutty

a/n: all characters are aged up (baji is alive i’m in denial) ; part two is coming !!

— MIKEY ♱ mikey has impressive restraint but even he tests his limits when he’s edging himself, forcing his hips to keep thrusting while he resists the urge to cum inside you. he knows the longer he lasts, the more satisfying it’ll be when he finally finishes.  ♱ because he’s lost so much of his family, he’s developed a breeding kink. the thought of stuffing his partner full of his cum just makes his head spin. he always fucks it back into you until it’s leaking down your thighs and onto the bed.  ♱ while he’s a sucker for missionary, he loves it when you ride him. his eyes are locked on the way your tits bounce, the way your chest heaves with each ragged breath. his hands grip your hips, helping guide you up and down on his cock.

—DRAKEN ♱ the first time you call draken daddy, it accidentally slipped out, but now he makes a point of referring to himself as that when you two get intimate. it’s because of you that he developed a daddy kink, making you call him that if you wish to cum.  ♱ he’s not afraid to discipline you if you get a bratty attitude with him. he’ll bend you over his lap, flip your skirt up and spank you until your ass is completely red, using the other hand to keep your face pressed into the mattress.  ♱ his favorite position is doggy style and it’s because he’s enamored with the way your ass jiggles as his hips slap against yours, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. he’d take a picture of you arching your back if you’d let him.

—MITSUYA ♱ mitsuya loves sleepy sex. his favorite time to have sex is early in the morning, when he wakes up for a nap, and right before bed, when your walls are down and you’re your truest self. he’ll give you tons of forehead kisses and praise. ♱ though, if you ever want to have sex in the shower, he’ll never pass up the opportunity to fuck you while water drips down your body, his hands tangled in your wet hair. afterwards, he’ll even soap you up and wash you down. ♱ no matter when or where you have sex, he pays extra attention to your nipples. his fingers will pinch them in between his fingers before he takes them in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them until they’re pretty and pert. 

—CHIFUYU ♱ sex with chifuyu is usually soft and sweet with slow, deep strokes and lots of praise. however, he doesn’t just stop after you’ve climaxed once; he wants to overstimulate you until the only thing you can moan out is his name. ♱ he has a weakness for giving you head, and he prefers it when you ride his face, legs on either side of his head and dripping cunt above him. his hands will caress your thighs, holding you still so you can’t move away. ♱ though it takes him a long time to admit it, he’s a fan of cucking. he’ll only let his closest friends participate, but he’s enamored watching you take someone larger and stronger than him. he’ll sit there and get off to it.

—KAZUTORA ♱ his favorite part of sex is the foreplay. he loves teasing and riling you up, and he’ll frequently make you ride his thigh to get yourself off. the way he can feel your arousal seeping through his pants drives him feral. ♱ he’s also into pet play, and he realizes this when he sees you in a pair of cat ears, asking you to keep them on as he climbs on top of you. one day he gifts you a collar with his name on it, and you two don’t leave the bed all day. ♱ when he’s feeling more sadistic, he’ll participate in some knife play, dragging the blade against your skin and reveling in the chillbumps that rise in its wake. his favorite thing to do is draw circles around your nipples with the weapon.

—BAJI ♱ it doesn’t take a lot to set baji off, so he’s constantly getting angry over the most ridiculous things. and since you’re always close by, he usually takes it out on you. you two have an almost comical amount of rough, angry sex. ♱ his mean streak comes out in bed, especially when he’s already pissed off. he’s a hard dom with a tendency to humiliate and degrade you, smirking at the fact that you clench him tighter every time he calls you a slut.  ♱ he also likes striking fear into his partner’s heart, pulling out a loaded gun and pressing the barrel of it to your lips. his finger’s on the trigger while you suck on the cool metal, his other hand wound in your hair to bob your head. 

[dumbdemonslayertexts]

my general vibe is shuddering submissive armin being called babyboy and babydoll but i just got the pussyshocks from this imagery so HEAR ME OUT.

you're stressed out from the day you've had and you're at a house party. and from your experience in past hustles, you mix drinks like a mf pro and it's kind of theraputic for you so you get into a flow just to take your mind off things.

but your sweet doe eyed boy sees how hard you're shaking martinis and comes to check on you.

"hey... what is it..?"

you feel his voice-- that soft, airy gumdrop voice that does so many things to you-- before you even sense his body, and it's behind you, a sinner's touch tracing along that pretty brown skin peeking between your top and your jeans. and you ignore the blooming chillbumps he sends illuminating your glowing body. but the vibes in here were ones you wanted to absorb, not taint. so why speak your problems out and screw up the good time?

"i'm not about to fuck this party up over--"

shit. and you almost let it slip, too. the storm over your head was not letting up on you even with everyone else having a ball around you. in fact, it felt like it was trying to grow just to spite you, now that your sweetheart was here to save the day. "over some bullshit." you finish weakly. nope. you were not giving this your energy. and you definitely weren't about to cast it on armin, "i don't want you bothered over it."

"so then talk to me, baby," he rubs a tender set of circles into the small of your back with his thumb, biting a little smirk when it arches for his touch. "who do i need to embarrass?"

he said so teasingly, but you knew full well what armin was capable of with that mind and that mouth on him. and he knew you knew. you'd seen him take down entire reputations, you'd seen him raze positions in social hierarchy to the ground just with how he could expose and read folks. over slights, over digs at his friends, any reason he felt like. he could lay any bastard he wanted to out completely bare and do it with the coldest disposition you had ever laid eyes on. heartless. relentless. ruthless. he could do it without giving a fuck, and for some reason, that power of his turned you on even more than dudes out here who would knock somebody out for the same offences.

"boyyyyy..!" you whined, pushing at him softly with your crush on him stretching your cheeks in a smile. he ate it up, encircling you in his arms from behind and rocking you from side to side, his chin resting on your shoulder. "nobody..! i said don't worry about it..."

"you can't think i'm going to let something upset my queen and not worry. i'll swing on whoever, just point me where."

you can't help it. you melt. armin was the warmth of sunshine to you, and just him caring so much was whisking away everything that had gotten you so worked up. "no, cause then you can't squeeze on me."

"you want me to squeeze on you, baby?" he asked lowly, softly. you could hear the smile in his voice.

"i want you to squeeze on me."

he gives you what you want. soft and full and tight, making you feel the most heavenly mix of appreciated and owned. his body is so strong and encompassing, protective of yours-- in his smell, his closeness, his care, his unmatched brand of sexiness that was so unique to him. slowly he lessens the hold, only to hum and squeeze you again. it's so full of intimacy that you forget you two aren't alone.

he sets your body alight, and suddenly you feel yourself getting hot between your thighs.

"mmm... better..?"

"...yes," you answer more breathily than you should have. but you feel his response against your ass, so you don't regret it, "don't stop, please..."

"i love you, baby," he answers back so dreamily and elated, wrapping you again in a warm squeeze, "you know i won't stop. you know i'll do anything to make my queen feel good."

you feel one of his arms leave, and mourn the loss of that touch. but you feel two fingers press against the denim cupping your pussy, and pull in a silent gasp. "...i want to make you feel so good."

"armin..!" he eats his name when he kisses your soft lips, swirling more pressure into your pussylips while his tongue slowly collides with yours.

"just one, baby... just one for me..." he closes his eyes, his nose pressed into your edges as he begs low in your ear, "please? i promise i only need one. i swear."

your knees buckle when he finally smears your pussy open for him through your bottoms, getting that contact with your sweet little clit he wanted. he holds you up easily with the one arm still around your middle, shushing you to calm.

"let me make my baby's pussy cum... she's been so stressed all night. you didn't see like i could. it hurts so bad to see my baby like that. can i have one..?" he asks huskily, "isn't that fair, baby..? she needs more, but i'm a patient boy. i can wait for more when no one can see her shaking and crying for me... please..?"

you're grasping and grabbing now, clutching at the arm he has around you and the countertop that's hiding what he's doing to you from everyone else. "sh...shittttt..! yes, yes, baby, yes you can have it. take it, take it, please please, fuck..!"

his breath hitches and breaks in your ear, panting and shaking in a gasp like your permission alone made him bust his nut in his pants.

and damned if that didn't set your pussy on fire. you felt your arousal trickle out and gush into your panties, to armin's absolute delight. he rubbed you faster and with heavy pressure in the pads of his fingers. he's moaning into your ear in rapture with every rotation, like you're the one with your lips and tongue tight and soaking around his dick. and he's thrusting into you from the back from how bad you turned him on.

"tell me who's your babydoll."

"you!" you waste no time answering, and he groans out the gratification that so sexily gives him, "it's you, armin, only you..!"

"and am i your babyboy?" he asks further, biting his lip when he sees you roll your hips and ride his fingertips.

"you know you're my little babyboy," your glossy, half-dazed eyes land on his-- black with how lustful you'd made him, and he coos, placing tiny kisses over your cute nose and cheeks.

"and you're going to let your babyboy make you cum, right?" he egged again, seeing that you were starting to climb the peak.

"ohhhh sshhhhhiiiiiiitttt..."

"you're gonna let your babydoll get your pussy to cum all on his fingers, aren't you, baby..?"

"oh my fucking--armin, i'm about to... cummm!"

"don't keep me waiting, then, baby," he husks before kissing you, smothering your cries and writing his name into your pussy while you came, over and over while your orgasm had you convulsing against him.