#damn that would have been too sexy to handle but i would have loved it!

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

Hilarie Burton: What do we think of Haley who was like, I need to save this kid... actually I don't need to save this kid.... Nathan, what are you doing? You need to save this kid.

Sophia: You need a project. I have too many projects. Get out of the house and help me.

Bethany Joy Lenz: This is a smart woman who understands how to get her man into a zone that he needs to be in, in a really loving and encouraging way. And then he shows up with a haircut on the Rivercourt. Looking great, feeling good.

Sophia Bush: I really need to understand why after all these episodes, the writers had Haley make fun of Nathan's haircut and then Nathan goes and gets a haircut for Quentin. Like the reveal is when he's at the Rivercourt.

Hilarie: Oh, yeah, why wasn't it a sexy moment between husband and wife.

Sophia: Like, I am so sorry, but that is a reveal. James walks out of that Range Rover looking like Clark Kent and nobody sees it but a kid who tells him he's old. That's a missed opportunity. Haley should have said "you're bringing the mullet back?" and then he should have been like, give me a second and then come back into the kitchen with a pair of scissors and she should have given him a haircut on the edge of the bathtub.

Joy: That would have been sexy. Another missed opportunity.

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[bobbin-buckley]

Partners

Astrid Deetz x Masc!Fem!Reader

Summary: Astrid finds a partner to survive college and her classmates

Warnings: Some bullying, fluff, some mentions of almost dying, some spoilers from the movie, homophobia, horrible flirting, fluff at the end!

e/c: eye color

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She found herself wandering the darkened aisles of the college’s library, fingertips brushing against the spines of of each book that have been sitting there for so long some dust falls. She received an assignment regarding Shakespeare, it was basically a detention assignment due to her arguing with her teacher about some disagreements.

When reaching for the book she needed, her warm hand collided with a cold one. Turning her head to look up at the taller figure, she saw you. Now you weren’t popular or anything, but for it being a small college and town she could easily recognize you.

Astrid furred her eyebrows, politely asking you to let go. “I’ve found this book first,” she said in a stern tone.

You glanced down at her. She could notice your attractive state, you were very pretty. Astrid’s brown eyes stared into your e/c, and damn she felt like love at first sight really hit her.

Your voice cut off her trance, “It’s okay, I’m sure you need it more than me.” Your hand moved from the book and her hand, she pouted a bit at the absence of your hand against hers.

Grabbing the book still, she tilted her head slightly…examining you and your features. “Yeah, I do need it more than you. Thanks…” she paused, realizing how shitty that sounded. “Anyways, what’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you answered, “and you?” The more you looked at her the more familiar she became, I mean..yes of course she goes to the same college as you. But you don’t exactly observe the people around you, especially the quiet ones.

She bit her lip, your voice was sexy. Her grip tightened on the book, trying to stay focused. “Astrid,” she answered before asking. “Hm, you just look familiar, have we met?”

“Now that you mention your name, aren’t you the kid that keeps getting picked on by those goons right?” Well that was definitely out there, not that she took any offense to it. She was getting bullied by some of the other schoolgirls, they’d put a Halloween prop in her dorm to scare her, which never works.

“Yeah, I am. I also wish those idiots would stop it.” She sighed, not really wanting to think about them.

“I get that, well I can deal with them if you want,” you offered. She was shocked, never ever did she think anyone would be willing to protect her. Besides maybe her mom, if she was even here.

“It’s fine, really.” Astrid shook her head, she didn’t want to see your pretty face get hurt.

All you did was nod, putting your hands in the pockets of your school pants. “Well uh…just let me know. And if you need help school wise I’m happy to, Shakespeare isn’t easy.” You walked off through the aisle with a smile, disappearing when turning the corner.

Sigh

How was she going to get over you?

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She was never going to get over you.

You were just too damn sweet and perfect! She couldn’t handle the way you smile, the way your eyes beamed into hers and your voice was incredibly attractive!

Astrid wasn’t sure what she was going to do about it, she said she wasn’t going to fall in love like her mom. She didn’t want to be anything like her mom. Even if she did, she might end up getting a divorce if she does ever get married..would that happen with you?

“Ugh, this is so frustrating.” Astrid said under her breath, she’s spent at least two hours now doing all this research and shit.

Normally she does okay when doing school work, but why couldn’t she think? It was because she was thinking of you, fuck.

She took a deep breath, and began to gather her stuff. Maybe if studying with you would help make her less distracted?

Wrong. Absolutely Wrong

Astrid left her dorm, locking it and making sure those pricks won’t get in like last time and prank her. Though when she turned around and headed for the stairs, a book came skimming across the wooden floor, ironically ending up right under her foot causing her to slip and trip down the stairs.

She gasped, her book bag flew down with her. She expected to hit the ground and be dead, but she felt warm arms around her, preventing her from dying.

“Hey you okay?” Astrid looked up, seeing how it was some guy who caught her. She wasn’t sure why, and she was disappointed for some reason.

“Uh..yeah I’m fine,” she backed up from the guy and brushed off her skirt. Then the uproarious sounds of laughter were heard from behind her up the stairs where she slipped. It was the girls that harassed her, they were laughing with tears in their eyes.

Astrid rolled her eyes, a flash of red flashing over her cheeks in embarrassment. She looked back up at the guy.

“How’s your leg? You slipped pretty hard,” he held her hips..for some reason trying to get closer to her.

Astrid backed up again, bending down to pick up all her stuff as he tried to help. “I said I’m fine, thanks.” She said a bit more aggressive, she wasn’t mad at him..just at those girls.

“Well uh..” he started again.

God can’t he shut the fuck up?

“Uhm…I’m Nick. I’m in your literature class.” He said, thinking she’d just know who he was. When really she didn’t. “I was your partner for the Shakespeare project.”

“Shit.” She said out loud, making the oblivious boy furrow his eyebrows. She forgot she had a partner, she just left class early to cool off from being stressed, she never heard who her partner was.

“Right…yeah sorry. Uhm..” “No it’s alright you forgot, I actually came to ask you if you wanted to go study in the library?”

Why did he have to ask that?!

“Oh sure, yeah I guess,” dumbass. Astrid thought, fuck she was screwed..she wanted to study with you!

“Great!” He exclaimed, “let’s get going cause I’ve got a club to meet with later.” He smiled, leading her to the library and she followed him anxiously. She totally forgot about the girls and their prank.

Astrid sat across from Nick, though after every few minutes he’d scoot his chair closer. It made her uncomfortable. She didn’t want to be rude and leave, she already said yes to studying with him. But you…

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Walking through the library, your books in your arms. Now the head over heels girl you are, you studied Shakespeare for Astrid. Even if she didn’t agree to study with you yet…you still wanted to be nice.

When passing through the library, you could hear a familiar voice faint from across the library. You peaked around the corner of an aisle of books, seeing Astrid with a guy!?

“The fuck..?” You muttered to yourself, why was she studying with a guy? I mean sure..cool I guess, but you offered..and why did she decide to go with him instead? You’re definitely smarter than him. (Since you are in your favorite class with him and he has no idea what’s going on)

Jealously floods through your body, hands clenched in fists and clenching the books. You wanted to beat the guy with your books and take Astrid to your dorm.

But she didn’t say yes. So that’s her decision, not yours to make.

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While deep in thought of studying, Astrid caught a glimpse of you staring at her and and Nick. You left quickly and she sat up.

“Whoa, you good pretty girl?” Nick asked in a flirty way, bothered the hell out of her.

“No..I’m not.” She huffed, unsure if she should chase after you or not.

Nick bit his lip, “well..maybe uh, taking this studying date behind closed doors might cheer you up?”

Astrid’s eyes went wide at his words, the forceful feeling of gagging escaped her. She turned to looks at him from the library doors.

“Excuse me what? No thank you, and this ain’t a fucking date weirdo.” Astrid stood up quickly, gathering her things. Nick shot up from his chair, damn he was desperate.

“W-wait no, hey I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. How about uh..flowers? Would that suffice?” His dumbass tried to convince, but none of his ‘charm’ was getting to Astrid.

“No. End of story, I’ve got a different study date to catch.” Literally

Astrid took off, speeding walking out of the library and left him behind dumbfounded in the library. She had no idea where you could have gone, she wandered the halls aimlessly.

“Oh is the dyke looking for her girlfriend? She ran off to her dorm with tears in her eyes, you know it’s hard to break Y/n.” Astrid heard the snitch say, she turned to face her and sighed.

“Just shut up Kayla. I don’t need you on my ass right now,” Astrid scoffed and walked off to find you.

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She spent about an hour looking for you, she eventually found you outside in the rain by the garden. A common place for those who are stressed or sad to hangout at.

“Y/n?” You turned your head when you heard her voice. She looked pretty as ever under the rain, and so did you. You turned away again, not sure what to say but still be upset. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She stepped closer to you, sitting down next to you.

“Sorry, I was just shocked when I saw you with…that guy,” you tried not to sound jealous. But regardless of what you say it sounded like it. “It’s..it’s not that I’m jealous. I just really wanted to be the person to study with you.”

Astrid blushed at your words, her heart feeling touched by your words. “Sounds like your jealous to me..but I won’t tease you.” She chuckled, smiling up at you. “Besides, it was cute of you to come find me and ask again.”

Your own cheeks flared up, it was the first time someone’s ever made you flustered. “Thanks Astrid, if you want to we can still study?” She smiled, meaning yes. “Oh! And uh..might be a little too much but I already did some studying for you..to see maybe what you could be struggling with.”

She watched you pull out some notes, which were kinda ruined from the rain. “Well…” “it’s okay..we can start over if you want.” Astrid stopped you, placing a hand on yours.

Your eyes shifted to hers, then her lips. “I’d love to start over.”

HAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAH CLIFFHANGER

actually nvm I won’t do that to y’all

Astrid pressed her lips against yours, not hesitating to do it. You were glad she did, you were too damn nervous to get any closer. Her hands grasped around your neck, while yours let go of the already damp papers onto her waist. The notes began to dampen even more from falling into a puddle.

From now on your promise to always study with her and keep her from dumbasses like Nick.

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A/n: Rushed bc I felt bad for not posting anything in awhile

My first time writing Astrid too

And idk who the jerks in the movies names were so Kayla was something that popped into my head

Also not all the way spelled checked bc my brain hurts from homework

[eunxhan]

Ꮺ Anon Requested ⨾ Polyamory/harem relationship with head over heels bottom subs,, one is a cute shy guy who loves m reader so fucking much he doesn't mind getting cucked and stuff as long as it pleases reader,,another one is a hot sexy model who's very proud of his body, always taking care of himself so you'll praise him when you fuck him, taking care of his hair well so you can easily pull them,,, kinky sub who's into wild plays, totally devoted to reader and would do literally anything like damn.. Another cold aloof kind of man,, people are intimidated by him and he's all strong and one man army stuff.. Yet when it comes to reader he's just a mess like damn,, all these pretty, smart, strong subbies also has reader's personal brand on his skin,,, they're so head over heels they do anything for reader's acknowledgement,,,

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ Oh my, It is lovely to see my sweets still active. I have been thinking about this entry the moment I came back in this platform. How I've missed all of you.. I did wrote them separately but I decided to write and post another where they all meet in the future. But anyways, what should we name these three?

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Let's say, you're an average guy with a typical 9 to 5 job. You couldn't care less about what anyone has to say or do to you, yet three men managed to catch your interest. One of them being Shy!sub. It's not like you guys have been together since childhood; you only met during middle school.

Shy!sub is incredibly shy and easily embarrassed. He tends to blush a lot, especially around you. Even the slightest touch or intimate gesture from you can make him flush red.

Shy!sub is used to your rantings while playing with him, and sometimes, you being a little shit happens to take your anger out on him during your calls. He never says or complains about it; he just listens or sometimes even apologizes to you.

Shy!sub enjoys playing video games with you, even if he's not very good at them and you call him out for jt. He just finds it relaxing and a great way to bond with you. He often cheers you on during your gaming sessions.

Not only does he enjoys gaming, Shy!sub has a secret love for romantic movies. He often watches them when you're not around, dreaming of the day you and him will have your own romantic story.

Shy!sub looks at you as if he's admiring a piece of art, even if you're just there yelling and getting mad about something ridiculous. You can tell that he wants something else. But if you call him out on something, Shy!sub hates confrontations and avoids them at all costs. He would rather keep the peace than engage in an argument, even if it means holding back his true feelings.

Shy!sub is the type of person who's too soft for people like you to handle. He does your chores because he knows you're exhausted from your job or school, and even cooks for you.

Shy!sub enjoys cooking for you, as he sees it as a way to show his love and care for you. He often tries out new recipes, hoping to impress you with his culinary skills. If you point something out or compliment his cooking, be ready to see him almost everyday in your kitchen.

He acts more like a boyfriend than a best friend. One call of his name, and he's dashing towards you like a loyal dog ready to do what you ask. With him basically living with you, Shy!sub can sleep easily. He is afraid of the dark and often sleeps with a nightlight on. He sometimes asks you to sleep with him when he's feeling particularly scared.

Shy!sub never admits this but he secretly loves it when you get angry, as it shows your passionate side. He often provokes you, hoping to see your fiery temper.

When both of you started to have some intimate moments, Shy!sub got even more embarrassed but he never stops trying to tease you with his every move. He basically lives with you now from how much time he spends with you. Everything escalated quickly when you got home and saw him wearing something he normally doesn't wear.

Shy!sub looks so damn adorable in his light bubblegum pink lingerie, but you decided to keep it in your pants and let him explain what he was doing. You could tell he was about to burst out crying when you walked in on him.

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Shy!sub's eyes widened as he realized you had caught him in his new attire. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his heart raced, fearing the worst. The lingerie, a gift from a secret admirer, was supposed to be a surprise for You. But now, with you standing in the doorway, the moment had been ruined.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but admire the way the lingerie hugged Shy!sub's curves, accentuating his hourglass figure. The sight of Shy!sub in such a delicate and feminine ensemble stirred something deep within you—a desire he had never felt before. But he knew the time was not right to act on it.

"It's... it's for you," Shy!sub managed to stutter, his voice trembling. "I wanted to surprise you. I thought you'd like it."

"Wow, I've never thought I would see this coming from you. Someone who is known to be easily embarrassed over everything." You could see the vulnerability in Shy!sub's eyes as you reply to him. It was a rare sight, and it tugged at your heartstrings. You knew Shy!sub's affections ran deep, and you couldn't bear to see him so distressed. So, with a smile, you stepped forward and gently placed a hand on Shy!sub's cheek.

"You look amazing," You said, his voice soft and reassuring. "And I appreciate the thought. But remember, you don't need to do anything to impress me. I love you just the way you are."

Shy!sub let out a shaky breath, relief washing over him. He leaned into your touch, grateful for your understanding. The moment, though awkward, had brought them closer. From that day on, You began to see Shy!sub in a whole new light. Your words and gentle touch calmed Shy!sub's nerves. The tension in the room shifted, and a new energy filled the space. Shy!sub's heart fluttered as your hand lingered on his cheek, your thumb gently caressing Shy!sub's soft skin.

Emboldened by your acceptance, Shy!sub leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss. It was a tentative move, a test to gauge your reaction. But you responded with a hunger that surprised them both. Your lips met in a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths. Shy!sub's hands roamed your body, feeling the contours of your muscles through your shirt. Your hands slid down Shy!sub's back, cupping his rear and pulling him closer.

The lingerie, once a source of embarrassment, now became a symbol of their growing desire. The soft fabric rubbed against your body, igniting a fire within you. Shy!sub could feel your arousal pressing against him, and it sent shivers down his spine. His mind were somewhere else as he softly groans in your ears, his mind tells him to beg you to do something more to him.

You both broke the kiss, panting and flushed. Your eyes were dark with desire, and Shy!sub's lips were swollen from your passionate embrace. The room was filled with a palpable tension, a promise of what was to come.

"Darling," Shy!sub whispered, his voice heavy with need. "I want you. I've always wanted you." he whined at the end. You didn't need to be told twice. You scooped Shy!sub into your arms and carried him to the bedroom, which made him more excited.

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Confident!sub, a charming and flirtatious individual, utilizes his natural charisma and wit to captivate those around him. Easily drawing in his audience, he leaves them craving more of his company. His tactics to garner attention, however, are solely to attract the cameras. When it comes to you, his dearest, he's wholly devoted.

His sarcastic nature and high tolerance levels add an alluring challenge to his persona, making him even more magnetic. For you, though, his sarcasm serves as a playful means of aggravation.

Confident!sub is confident in his physicality, maintaining his desirable physique through rigorous workouts. Brands and designers clamor for him to be the face of their new products, well aware of his pickiness when it comes to endorsements.

In his pursuit of physical perfection, Confident!sub adheres to a strict regimen of body care. His routine, from head to toe, takes a full three hours, with shower time not even included. If you need the bathroom while he's in there, you'll have to resort to forceful measures.

During his photoshoots, Confident!sub teases you with his movements and poses. He'll gaze hungrily at you, performing his job with you as his little assistant, always present in the room. If you're absent, his temper flares. So, sad to say that you're always with him in and out.

A possessive streak emerges in Confident!sub when he spots you admiring other models. With him in the room, half-naked and expecting your adoration, he takes offense at your gaze wandering to less attractive individuals. If you curse at him for his tantrums, his anger intensifies, believing you should have been fixated on him.

Confident!sub is unfiltered in his communication, voicing his thoughts at any given moment. Be it day, night, place, or time, he'll share his uncensored musings. With a bored expression, he'll casually mention desires like you satisfying him behind a door post-shoot or gripping his hair. One time while you were having breakfast, he mumbled something about how he dreamed about you pounding him for a photoshoot.

Despite his outward confidence, Confident!sub harbors insecurities deep down. He worries that one day, his looks might fade, and he'll lose the adoration he currently enjoys. So with you having around him, he dares not to let you go. He hates it when you look at other models that he finds intimidating. Whenever you reassure him about his insecurities, expect not getting out of the bedroom for atleast two days.

Confident!sub hates being touched by strangers. He becomes uncomfortable and edgy when people he doesn't know try to touch him. He's only comfortable with you touching him. You should be lucky that someone like him allows you to touch him, his words not mine.

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After a long and tiring photoshoot, Confident!sub was ready to unwind. With his manager having rented a hotel room for him, he of course invited you to join him, knowing full well what he had in mind. You, aware of Confident!sub's intentions, eagerly accepted the invitation.

In the privacy of the hotel room, Confident!sub wasted no time in expressing his desires. You pinned him against the wall, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that could not be satiated. With you, equally aroused, gripped Confident!sub's hair, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

Confident!sub's hands slid down to your body, undoing your pants with a swift motion. He wasted no time in freeing his own arousal, rubbing it against yours before he could let you rub against his entrance. With a swift thrust, you entered him, filling him with your length.

The room was filled with the sounds of him screaming your name and the wet sounds. Confident!sub's moans echoed off the walls, a testament to his pleasure. You, gripping onto Confident!sub's hair, praised him for his skill and good looks, encouraging him to continue his plea.

Confident!sub, driven by your words, moving his hips at the same pace as you with a fervor that was almost animalistic. Your hands gripped on his hips, pulling him closer with each thrust. Him, lost in a sea of pleasure, could only hold on for dear life, his moans mingling in the air.

As you both reached your climax, Confident!sub's moans grew louder, your thrusts becoming more erratic. Him, gripping onto you tightly, felt his own release building. With a final thrust, you both reached, your bodies trembling with the force releasing.

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Intimidating!sub, a formidable figure with a history in the military, bears scars on both his face and body. His imposing physique and commanding posture are enough to convey his cold and strict demeanor, deterring others from approaching him. Even children and pets are frightened by his aura.

Despite his chilling exterior, Intimidating!sub has a soft spot for his beloved. At the mere sound of his name, spoken by you, his defenses crumble. He prefers to reserve his genuine smiles for private moments, sharing them only with you.

In terms of protection, Intimidating!sub is unparalleled. His presence alone is enough to deter potential aggressors, as if he were a guard dog watching over you. His menacing appearance suggests he'd defend you with ferocity, ready to "bite" anyone who dares to bother you.

In private, Intimidating!sub reveals a sensitive side. He cries during movies or deep conversations, seeking your comfort. With his head resting on your chest, he finds solace as he weeps, trying to express his feelings or explain the emotions triggered by a film. He's known to shed tears privately if his actions upset a child or pet.

Intimidating!sub is an intellectual powerhouse, capable of answering nearly any query and solving complex mathematical problems in a matter of seconds. He's like a human calculator, with an uncanny ability to memorize information. This makes outings with him effortless, as you need not consult your phone for calculations or searches.

Eager for your affection, Intimidating!sub leans on your shoulder, a subtle request for attention. He demands your love, regardless of your current engagements. If he's bold enough, he'll wake you to share a tender gaze.

Embarrassed by his nocturnal desires, Intimidating!sub awakens from wet dreams, seeking solace in the bathroom. If he gathers the courage, he'll attempt to rouse you, his eyes pleading softly.

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After Intimidating!sub woke you from your slumber, you noticed the flush on his face, a testament to his embarrassment. A soft whimper escaped his lips, "Please help me with this..." Your eyes followed his gaze downward, where you found his hardened length, throbbing and grinding against the material of his pants.

The sight was too enticing to ignore, and as he offered you a small, tender peck on the cheek, you decided to give in to his desires. You guided his hand to release his length from its prison, letting it spring free. The tip glistened with pre-cum, a clear indication of his arousal.

Intimidating!sub's eyes locked onto yours, pleading for your touch. You obliged, wrapping your hand around his shaft and beginning to stroke him gently. His breathing hitched, his face contorting in pleasure. You teased him, speeding up and slowing down your strokes, drawing out his pleasure.

As you continued, Intimidating!sub's body grew more tense, his hips bucking involuntarily. You could sense his impending release, and you leaned in, taking his length into your mouth. The sensation of your warm, wet mouth enveloping him sent him over the edge.

Intimidating!sub cried out your name, his body trembling as he came. You swallowed his release, showing no signs of discomfort. When you pulled away, he collapsed onto the bed, his body slick with sweat.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, and lowered yourself onto his still-hard shaft. He gasped, his hands gripping your hips as you began to ride him. The intimacy of this moment, with the dominant figure now reduced to the bottom, was intoxicating.

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[chamomiletealeaf]

Hey mama😚 I saw that you’re taking requests and I came RUNNINGGGGG to ask you this, so!

How do we feel the 141 men would react to being with a taller, thicker girlie that often gets insecure bc of that? This idea has been brewin for a minutee so I had to get it outta my system😭 if you’re comfortable with it too could you involve konig in it? Don’t feel pressured to ofc 😚💕

Have a good rest of your day/afternoon/night!! Xoxo💋

Hi! I love this ask! I myself am not too tall, around 5'5 (5'4" 3/4 to be exact) and I have never been very skinny, but hopefully I can do this idea justice!

warnings: afab! fem reader, smut MDNI, body worship

Price is a thigh man and he will die on that hill. He just loves your legs. Since you are taller than most girls, that just means there's more of your legs. You were Price's dream come true because not only were you tall, your thighs were so perfectly plump from how thick you were too. When he first met you when Laswell introduced you two at her wedding anniversary party, you wore a skirt that ended mid thigh, leaving just enough to his imagination, and just enough for him to get a peek at your thighs. He noticed he didn't have to break his neck looking down at you, and immediately imagined how easy it would be to kiss you. He also noticed your damn heels he thought looked so fucking sexy on you, creating the illusion of elongating your legs even further and making you taller, which just brought you closer up to his lips.

That night ended with him taking your heels off for you and slowly dragging his hands and mouth up your long legs, making every sting from snide comments about your skirt or heels melt away.

Your body is so soft in his hands and he loves squeezing you. He'll kiss you and both of his hands are immediately on your ass squeezing, making you yelp.

"Mmm. Damn lovie. This fucking arse is delicious." He'll smirk down at you while you giggle at his choice of words and his hands move down to pinch your thighs.

"And these thighs. Just wanna bite 'em up."

You always know how this goes. Whenever his hands are on you and he's talking to you like this, it always ends up with his head between your thighs.

And "bite 'em up" he does. He sucks hickeys into your inner thighs and leaves little bite marks.

"Fuck sweetheart. Look at that. A little love bite right there so you don't forget who's face belongs between your thighs."

Bonus if you squeeze your thighs around his head. It would make him cum immediately.

Price would love thigh fucking. Arguably even more than vaginal sex. Something about the way your thighs squeeze him so nicely without even trying, your slick lubing your pussy and thighs perfectly and just enough for his thick cock to slide in and out between them.

"Fuck darlin' look at that. Don't even need to press your thighs together for me to fuck them. Squeezing me so well. You're so fucking soft."

Simon is so pleasantly surprised when he first meets you. You were tall and you weren't even wearing heels which made Simon silently groan behind his mask as he thought about your long thick legs locking around his waist as he pounded into you.

Your forehead would come up right to his lips, making it so easy to kiss it, which he always took advantage of.

I feel like Simon would also just pick you up randomly. Lifting you up easily when you complain about being too tall or heavy to show you that you are not.

Most times he'll throw you on the bed and show you why your height and thickness are perfect.

"See honey, if you were short, your legs wouldn't be able to lift yourself up and down my cock so easily would they?" He says in your ear, gripping your hips while you ride him.

Or when he's fucking you in doggy with a death grip on your waist when you're feeling insecure he'll say:

"Yeah bunny just like that. Look at that perfect fuckin' ass bouncing back on me. If you were smaller I wouldn't get to grip your cute little love handles like this now would I hm? They're called love handles for a reason now aren't they?" He says between pants.

Gaz is speechless the first time he sees you. You made him feel like a nerdy schoolboy passing by his popular crush in the hallway. You were taller and bigger than most girls he's seen but that just meant there was more of you for him to love.

He loves seeing you get all dressed up, and especially when you wear fitted dresses and outfits so he can see every shape and curve of your body. He loves how his clothes can fit you just right and thinks it's so cute that you two can share clothes.

You'll try his jeans on and the length will be good enough, but you cannot slide them over the tops of your thighs and ass, making him smirk, but you look in the mirror embarrassed that you are bigger than your boyfriend.

"What's that look for?" He asks, seeing you pout in the mirror and looking behind you at your ass that won't fit in his jeans and you continue to try and pull them up, making the waist band catch under your ass which makes it jiggle with each tug.

"Keep doin' that love. Don't think you know what that view looks like from back here." He says with a full on cheeky smile now.

"Stop it Gaz." You warn him with a glare, genuinely upset his jeans won't fit.

"Aww it's ok hun." He says walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"I'd rather see you without pants on anyways." He says, and you look down and away from him. Even when you're upset, he still finds a way to make you blush.

Then he'd kiss all up and down your neck, then your arms, and all down your legs pulling the jeans off. He kisses his way back up your body up to your ears and whispers:

"On the bed honey. Need to feel you."

And before you know it, you're sitting on Gaz's face while he locks your thighs around his head with his arms and you can't remember what even got you here in the first place.

"Gaz. Baby can you breathe?" You ask worriedly.

He just grunts disapprovingly and locks his arms around you harder so you don't get the idea to scoot away and you moan, feeling his head nuzzle itself deeper between your thighs.

He doesn't care if he can't breathe. You're the only air he'll ever need.

Johnny is absolutely SMITTEN when he first sees you and he's the most obvious. Mouth agape and eyes wide when Price introduces you to the task force as his niece and Gaz smacks him over the head.

Since then he's been literally obsessed with you and since you started dating, he brags to everyone about how he has the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Johnny loves when you wear heels too. Not only because it makes you taller and accentuates your long legs, but because Johnny is the shortest of the Task Force men, and when you wear heels, his eyes are perfectly aligned with your tits.

Whenever you wear heels around him he is not looking at your eyes. It takes everything in him to not just lean forward and smush his face into your cleavage. For Johnny, a bigger girl also meant bigger boobs for him to play with. He'll also come behind you and just squeeze them, reveling in how much they fill his palms. He just loves your tits so much. You'll be laying down on the couch and he's jumping right on top of you burying his face in them with a content sigh, or he'll be begging you to let him fuck them. He'll slide his cock between your tits and he will absolutely lose his mind for sure, watching how they bounce with each thrust.

For Halloween you two would be Gomez and Morticia since you are literally them in real life anyways.

You definitely feed into his mommy kink. He loves how you hold his head against his chest when he needs a snuggle and how he doesn't feel the need to be so careful handling you, and that way you can treat him like the finest porcelain doll.

König would feel elated and strangely validated since he knows what it's like to be seen as "the tall one".

And with you, for the first time, he doesn't feel so estranged. He, of course was still taller than you, but he loved how you were tall too.

He thinks it's so hot seeing you with your friends and you're taller than them. It gives him a sense of pride knowing that the most noticeable and beautiful girl in the room is his.

I feel like König would absolutely love when you give him handjobs. He's so big that the other women he's been with couldn't exactly hold him correctly or jerk him off fast enough due to his size.

But you? Since you were a little closer to his size, you made it work, two hands, and if you really tried one hand, squeezing and jerking him the way no other woman has, making him shoot cum all over himself.

And he loves how your legs can reach up on his shoulders while he fucks you in a mating press. A shorter woman would have a harder time reaching their legs over him in that position, and finally being able to do it gave him this primal urge to fuck you like he would never fuck anyone else again, not like he ever would want to since he found you.

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notice me!

pairing: jihoon x reader

synopsis: Your boyfriend has a hectic life, but he usually has at least a little time to spare for his girlfriend. Now it has been two months since he last spent some alone time with you and you're losing your mind just a little over it... luckily, angry make-up sex can solve any problem!

word count: 2.1k

genre/cw: smut, angry sex, also make-up sex, established relationship, feeling neglected in relationship and bad ways of handling said feeling, unprotected sex, manhandling, light choking, fem reader, musician/producer! woozi.

rating: 18+

a/n: I had a moment a couple weeks ago where I wrote this whole thing in one hour in the middle of the night, and then I forgot about it and now I'm in shock just a little bit... anyhow, yay angry sex with wooziiii

network tagging: @svthub @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @kvanity-main

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You watched your boyfriend of two years looking at his phone, scrolling mindlessly across whatever app he found more interesting than his girlfriend sitting on the other end of the couch. You were barely wearing anything, a large t-shirt barely covering the sexy lingerie you had put on for tonight. 

“Jihoon, it’s been two months.” 

You wanted him to notice you. He had barely been home at your shared apartment for weeks. You knew his work was demanding, and that he gave it his all no matter what. But you have been feeling neglected lately. He had been coming home late, crashing on the couch instead of sleeping in your bed. Only giving you a chaste kiss before running off to work the next morning with a groggy “Sorry I missed dinner last night,” as a greeting. 

He hadn’t touched you in two months. You had counted the days, and after three weeks you were wondering if he wasn’t stressing too much about the latest album. After six weeks you had been feeling too horny for your own good, and your toys weren’t fulfilling your needs anymore. You wanted to feel him again. It didn’t matter how many times you came. It didn’t hit the spot. After two entire months of him being abstinent, you had begun getting snarky at the smallest things he did wrong. 

Jihoon looked up from his phone at your statement. He carelessly scratched his chin, making your pussy clench at the memory of those perfect hands being all over your body once upon a time. “Two months? Of what?” 

“Of you acting like a damn nun,” you said, dead serious. 

“A nun?!” He gasped out. 

“Yes! A nun!” You shouted back at him. 

He looked you over, sitting at the other end of the couch, dolled up more than usual and staring at him as if he had offended yuo great grandmother by existing. Then it seemed to click in his mind. “Oh,” was all he said.

Two months? Had it been that long? He knew very well that he had been resisting his urges, but he had managed for two entire months? He had been so busy with the new album, he had been staying late at the studio every day and waking up rushing back to the studio to put the new ideas he got during the night into reality. Two months without sex, and a pissed off girlfriend because of it. 

“I’m sorry?” 

You looked at him like he was an equation, mouth open just a bit as you stared at him in shock. “You’re sorry? What the fuck does that mean?” He was so clueless, you thought as you watched the dumb face he was making. (You still wanted that stupid handsome face of his to eat you out until you cried, but that was besides the point.)

Jihoon knew he had fucked up, you were pissed off and picking a fight, and he hadn’t made it better by not even knowing that he hadn’t slept with you in two whole months. 

“Do you even care? Because you don’t seem to care one bit about it since you didn’t even know! Do you not like me anymore? Are you not attracted to me anymore? Are you in love with someone else? Why the fuck would you go and cheat on me?!”

He stared at you in complete surprise. Cheating? “Hold up- hold up! What are you talking about?!” He said, flabbergasted at the way you seemed to have drawn the most far-fetched conclusions to this problem you could’ve possibly thought of. “I’ve been busy with the comeback! Please, baby, why are you acting crazy?” 

He shouldn’t have said that, he knew it the second the word left his perfectly plump lips. 

“Crazy? Did you just call me crazy? You haven’t seen crazy, you fucking asshole!” You shouted as you stormed out of the room. You were packing your bags, if he didn’t want to be with you anymore you wouldn’t be the one to stop him from moving on and sleeping with whoever else he wanted. Because it sure as hell wouldn’t be you after he had just called you crazy for noticing that he wasn’t interested in you anymore. 

“What are you doing?? Why are you messing up the apartment? Are you leaving?” he shouted, seemingly surprised that you didn’t feel like staying in an apartment that he was hellbent on making a girlfriend-free zone. 

“Yeah, I’m fucking leaving,” you grunt, shoving some shirts into your bag. You wouldn’t be able to grab it all but at least you could make it with the stuff you were throwing into it for a while. Y9ou could always borrow your friends’ stuff until you could get back all your clothes. “You’re pissing me off and I don’t wanna hate you.”

Jihoon was by the bedroom door now, hands pushing his hair out of his face as he watched you angrily packing your bags. How had he fucked up so badly that his girlfriend wanted to leave him like this? 

“Hate me? Baby, I really don’t know what I did to mess up this bad…” 

Of course, he didn’t understand, because apparently, your boyfriend was a freaking master at staying “pure”. He hadn’t even spent a single thought on you and what he could do with you. He only cared about his music. And you wouldn’t be the one to stand in his way if thats how he truly felt. 

“You don’t know?! Look at me Jihoon!” You threw the t-shirt off your body in an angry fit, making your boyfriend’s eyes widen. “I’ve been waiting for you to notice me, to care even a bit about me- about us- for months!! And tonight, I just can’t do this anymore. I’m losing my mind because you won’t fuck me, how stupid is that?” You nearly sobbed as you made it clear that you were frustrated in more than one way. You were so mad at him, and still, you couldn’t help but admire the way he looked so hot even now, his long black hair falling in pretty curls around his face and his lips shiny and pink. He looked so kissable it was like he was teasing you just by existing. 

“You got me all addicted to your cock and then you fucking left me to go through some kind of twisted withdrawal.” 

He gulped, his adam's apple moving in his throat, you didn’t even care to look at him anymore, you were angrily throwing your shit into the bag on the bed yet again, bent over and flaunting the tiny piece of fabric that tried it’s best to cover your ass. “You don’t even care,” you rumbled as you stuffed more things into the bag. He took in the way the lace set hugged your curves deliciously, he had been so busy with everything he hadn’t even noticed his own cravings. He had ignored it all for so long. 

“Shut up.”

His voice was deep, and commanding. Your breath caught in your throat, surprise and need mixing in an arousing blend that went straight to your head. “Excuse me?” Your movements paused completely. When you heard his footsteps approaching you hastily you looked at him, his gaze was darkened, and your core clenched around nothing as he pulled the bag from your grasp. Throwing it on the ground before he pushed your barely clothed body into the bed. 

“You think I don’t fucking care anymore just because you haven’t gotten dick in a couple weeks? Are you that desperate to be stretched like a little whore?” He growled in your ear, his bulge evident in the way he pressed against your ass. “I care, and I see you. So shut up.” 

You gasped at his harsh movements, neediness soaking your panties in record time. God, you were pathetic. 

“I haven’t eaten, I haven’t slept, and I sure as hell haven’t let myself even think about this sweet pussy of yours. I’ve been denying myself it all. But you’re right…” his hand pressed against your throat where you laid face down on the bed, “I’ve been neglecting you. You wanna know why? It’s because I knew that if I so much as looked at you, or held you in my arms while you slept so innocently, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything but fuck your tight little pussy all day and night.” His growling voice set off all kinds of sparks in your core. You needed him, now. 

You pushed your ass up against him, eating a groan from your boyfriend. “Such a little slut,” he mumbled, letting go of your throat and pulling himself back from you completely. You were dizzy from the hold around your throat, his perfect hands remembering just the way you liked to feel them around you. You were about to whine when his touch left your body when you heard the familiar shuffling of his clothes falling off his body. You wanted to see it, take his form in properly after all these weeks. But he was faster, pushing you back down against the bed before you got up. 

His erection pressed against your heat, making you moan as he prodded against the soaked fabric covering your entrance. 

“Jihoon, please,” you mewled, wiggling underneath his firm body. 

“Wanna shut up and let me fuck you then since you’re so fucking needy?” 

“Please, yes! Anything! Please fuck me!” You almost cried as you pleaded with him. 

“Sobbing over cock, you really are such a dirty girl for me.” He groaned as he let his pretty hands smooth over one of your asscheeks, smacking down hard and leaving a burning sting after him. Even that felt good. You needed him more than you had ever needed anything in your life. 

You felt him pull the sticky fabric from your core, pushing it aside in favor of pushing the head of his hard cock against your messy pussy. “I’m about to drown in you later tonight, just you wait.” He whispered before pushing past your entrance, slipping inside, your walls lubing his cock up as he entered. He ignored the way you were so tight it almost hurt to push all the way inside, your moaned pleas for him to go deeper, and the way you were gripping the sheets while he pushed all of himself inside of your dripping heat enough of a reason to push through. It had been so long since he had felt your walls gripping around him that he could’ve spilled his seed into you right then and there. 

He pulled himself together soon enough, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. Your ass which you had pushed up to meet his hips at first had been completely overpowered by the sheer force he was fucking you into the mattress with. You were coming for the first time within minutes. Screaming and sobbing as you finally came around him. He continued, repeating to you what a good toy you were, and how good of a girl you had been for holding out for him this long. 

When you were moaning again, closing in on a second orgasm he told you to come again. Lifting your ass up to balance you on your knees and chest, one of his arms wrapping around your hip to reach your clit, pressing down on it while he let his cock slip in and out effortlessly. Your arousal dripped down your thighs. You came undone and sobbed as he continued to overstimulate your abused cunt. 

He continued fucking you until he couldn’t take it anymore, his own orgasm crashing into him with such force it knocked the breath from his lungs. 

“That was one hell of an apology,” you said, breathless and still leaking cum, exhausted after having all your pent-up frustrations released all at once like this. 

Jihoon chuckled, a sound you had missed these past weeks as well. He really had been unusually absent in your life. It wasn’t just about the sex, you had missed him a lot. “I’m sorry for not being around as much,” he said, dragging a gentle hand over your back. You hadn’t had the energy to move a once from the position he had dropped your hips from once he had pulled out. 

“I just missed you, I’m sorry for lashing out.” 

“Don’t worry about it, just… next time you should just ask me to fuck you instead of threatening to leave me.”

You were embarrassed now, you had acted like a complete maniac, but my god - if that’s how he fucked a maniac, you wanted to stay crazy for the rest of eternity. 

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Lights, Leather, Action!- Part One

Cold-ridden, snzy stripper shit coming your way lol.

Grimm and Indigo are sent on an undercover assignment where neither knows the extent to other's role.

Imagine Indigo's surprise when he's dropped off at the local strip club and his lover is the fucking entertainment. Neither is allowed to break character. Neither can risk allowing their connection to each other to be known. But there's no rule that says they can't pretend to get to know each other as "strangers."

And Grimm loves a fucking challenge. And he's just come down with a the most horrible cold. However will he manage being a sexy AF "stripper" with something like that? -dramatic music intensifies-

Grimm's dance is done to this version of this song.

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“This is absurd.”  Indigo finishes buttoning his shirt and glances over his shoulder.  “Why would I not be informed of the details of this mission?”

“Because,” Grimm says. “You gotta pretend you’ve never seen me before in your whole goddamn life.”  

He gives his reflection the once over and tucks a wayward strand of hair behind one ear.  Typical black t-shirt.  Ripped jeans. Same old boots.  Yep, Indigo wouldn’t suspect shit. 

Well, except for the fact that he is currently nursing one hell of a cold.  Which Indigo is, in fact, all too well aware of.  The man had been watching him like a hawk all afternoon. 

When he wasn’t forcing Grimm to drink whatever gross-as-fuck tea he’d concocted. Not that any of it had done a damn bit of good. Grimm’s voice already had plenty of gravel, but this is a new level of rough depth.  Probably not a bad thing, considering just what he was about to do.  

The near-constant prickle in his sinuses surges to a sudden burn and he clamps a hand over his mouth to muffle a shuddering “Hhkg–UHhSSCHu! –uuhHKGISCCHHshu!”

Damn. Should've grabbed a tissue for that shit.  Maybe a towel. 

“Bless you,” Indigo says, his tone a mix of exasperation, concern, and plenty of “come fuck me now.”

Which would have to wait.  

He does, however, pass Grimm a generous handful of tissues.  Because this ain’t something a handkerchief handle.  Needs a “once and done” kinda thing. 

“Thanks, Indy.” Grimm gives himself a much-needed sinus clearing and tosses it into the trash without so much as looking. “Look, I gotta go.  Rex is gonna drive you out there.”  

Indigo says nothing.  Looks cross as hell.  Grimm smothers a laugh into his palm.  Yeah, no surprise there.

“I’d say ‘don’t worry about it,’ but you’re gonna.”  He grabs his partner by the front of his belt and jerks him into a tight embrace.  “I’ve been doing this shit my whole life. It’s gonna be fine.” 

“I know that,” Indigo mutter-hisses into his shirt.  “It is your health that concerns me.” 

More chuckling. “It’s just a cold, Indy.  I ain’t dyin’.” 

“Yes, yes.”  Indigo fists a handful of the black fabric, tilts his face up to get a better look at Grimm’s expression.  “Regardless of that fact, I would much rather have you in my care.” 

“Uh huh.” Grimm smirks.  “I just bet you would.” 

Before he can so much as protest, Indigo has tugged him into a kiss that has a fuckton of heat and zero concern for catching whatever Grimm might actually have. 

“Go on, then.” Indigo brushes Grimm’s hair away from his face.  “Do as you must.” 

Oh, he would, alright. 

Grimm pulls at the fabric of Indigo’s gray trousers with a decisive snap.  “Hope you don’t like these pants.” 

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“Rex, where in the name of the gods have you taken me?”

While Indigo is more than familiar with the city and all of its grandeur, this is just beyond its limits, somewhere on the outskirts verging on questionable territory.

“You’re about to find out.”  Grimm's associate shuts the SUV off and grabs his keys from the console.  “Come on. Just pretend we’re two gay-as-fuck bros out for a good time.”

Indigo huffs. “You cannot be serious.”

“I’m so totally serious.”

“Great gods.” 

While Indigo has never entered such an establishment, he is aware of its purpose the moment his foot touches the inordinately tacky carpet.

Surely not.

“Rex.” Indigo grabs his arm and presses himself against the other man’s body so as to be heard over the booming absurdity attempting to call itself “music.”  “You cannot be serious!” 

“You said that already.” Rex runs a hand through his black and blond hair and offers him a lopsided grin.  “Come on, Indigo.  I’ll buy you a drink.” He throws an arm around his shoulders and leads him through the crowd.  “A strong one.”

Well, he would need more than that to cope with the barrage of sensory nonsense currently assailing him. Strobing, multicolored lights. Headache-inducing bass thumping through his entire being. Carpet that looked as if it had been designed by an acid user.  Not to mention the hoards of screaming women.  And more than a few gentleman as well.  To use the term loosely.

And enough naked male flesh on display from both patrons and dancers alike. 

Despite being dressed in casual modern clothing, Indigo himself feels as if he is on display, given the lurid gazes of those in the crowd.

“Don’t sweat it,” Rex says. “They just think you’re pretty.” 

Indigo doesn’t inform the man of what he truly sees.  Amidst the sweltering throng of humans are Others.  At least one for every ten humans.  An inordinate number gathered here, indulging in the perversion of sexual excess and libations. 

Behind the rims of his glasses, his eyes flash brilliant blue but for a moment before he stills his instinctual overdrive. He is here merely as an observer. A “human” observer.

Is Grimm posing as some sort of bouncer?  It was not as if he hadn’t done that manner of work before. 

Rex hands him some manner of clear liquid in a shot glass which he does not bother to consume.  The level of alcohol it would take to so much as touch his consciousness would cause the demise of several grown men. 

It takes him a moment to realize that Rex has guided him to the front of one of several stages, which was absolutely not where he wishes to be under any circumstances.  

“What in the name of the gods are you doing?” He starts to stalk in the opposite direction, but Rex clasps his wrist with a firm, decisive grip.

“Nope. We’re standing right here.” 

Indigo shoots him a look that could freeze lava. “I think not.” 

The deejay’s voice booms over the sound system, announcing the end of one dancer’s routine and welcoming another to the stage.

“Alright all you ladies and gents out there, we’ve got a debut performer for you tonight and goddamn, it’s a good one. Make some noise for Remmington Wolf!” 

Indigo rolls his eyes. Honestly, where did these men find these ridiculous–

The raucous, sexual noise of guitars assaults his ears, but it is not the ungodly noise that stops him short.

No, that would be “Remmington Wolf” swaggering onto the stage, clad in leather and straps.  

Indigo’s jaw nearly drops before he catches his composure in the midst of crumbling.

Grimm. 

Grimm, strutting across the stage like he owns it.  Grimm, ripping that black tank top from beneath the straps that cross over his extremely naked and tattooed chest.  

And approximately one hundred screaming humans suddenly crowding the stage from every angle. 

Great gods.

Grimm drops to the floor, his hips grinding suggestively against a shadow of nothing, body undulating in ways that were never meant for public consumption. A shower of money and frenzied attempts at touch surround him.  The “leather” pants are suddenly gone, ripped from his body much like the shirt and discarded who knows where, leaving him standing in the shortest excuse for black spandex shorts Indigo has ever seen. 

And the boots.  Knee high and covered in straps and buckles that match the ones criss-crossing his chest.  

It is then that his gaze locks onto Indigo and he drops to his knees, crawling towards him some sort of lurid predator intent on the certain demise of his prey. 

Sweat beads Indigo’s brow at the sexual slink of Grimm’s approach and he stands frozen, unable to retreat or react. Grimm rises to his knees and reaches for him, hand tangling in his hair, the roll of his hips an obscene invitation. 

Screaming, hormonal madness in every direction. Grimm’s face so intensely close to his, mere increments from his lips, that lascivious smile curving his mouth. Energy crackles between them, unseen to those around them, but clearly visible to Indigo.  

Grimm is a fantasy of leather and sex, his body bending in ways that Indigo did not think him capable of. 

He pulls back and rises to his feet, his wandering touch focusing on one of the many women absolutely begging for his attention.  Just for a moment. 

Indigo doesn’t miss the hesitation in his stride, the way he suddenly ducks into the crook of his elbow, the unmistakable shudder of those broad shoulders. 

Once. Twice. Thrice. 

Heat suffuses his entire being as Grimm’s wandering gaze targets him and that cocky smile curves one side of his mouth.

The bastard.  The absolute great bastard!

Everything about his partner has been reduced to strutting, undulant carnal deviance. And all Indigo can do is stare at him like one of the slavering buffoons stuffing handfuls of money down those indecorous shorts.

The music tapers to silence and the audience emits a collective shriek of inane delight worthy of several pairs of earplugs. 

Somewhere above it all, the deejay is rambling whatever drivel comes after a performance, but Indigo’s attention is locked onto his partner who is currently at the opposite end of the runway-like stage, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, laughing with raucous enjoyment over something a bouncer has said. 

It takes every ounce of control Indigo can muster not to part the crowd with his raging appetency and drag Grimm into the nearest corner and—

“You good?”  Rex nudges his shoulder and Indigo blinks, snapping back to reality.

“Yes,” he lies stiffly. 

Rex laughs. “No?”

Indeed not. Rex truly has no idea.

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Grimm pops the cap off of his third bottle of water and takes a deep swig. That had been a lot of damn energy.  Funny, because he doesn’t feel even a little bit tired.  

He should, though. Even if his cold was just some garden variety bullshit, that didn’t excuse him from the relentless symptoms.  

One in particular. 

He snatches a handful of napkins from the bar and barely manages to clamp them over his mouth and nose.

“---UHSCCHHHu! Hhh’uh-KGSSSCCHHuh!” 

Damn. Barely any warning. Maybe if it wasn’t so fucking cold in this place. A double whammy for sure.

He takes a moment to struggle into some actual leather pants, which doesn’t do a goddamn thing, but it doesn’t matter.  He’s got better shit to do.  

Making his way through an ocean of admiration is only moderately weird, but he’s interested in one particular target and that’s the one currently giving Rex an earful.  Fuck, he can only imagine. The kid is laughing, which probably isn’t the smartest thing, but at least Indigo doesn’t look too pissed.  “Frustrated” is definitely the best word for that look.  He’s seen it pointed at him more times than a firing squad.

As if sensing his approach, Indigo ceases whatever he’s dishing out to Rex and turns to face him, expression neutral, posture proper but deceptively normal.

Grimm isn’t buying it. Not for a second. 

He adopts all of the cocky bullshit he can muster and puts a deliberate swagger in his stride. 

Rex excuses the hell out of himself before Grimm reaches the edge of the table where neither Indigo nor Rex had actually sat, leaving Indigo to fend for himself against whatever advances he might make.  That is, if he tried to do that shit. 

“Hey.” He tosses his dark hair over his shoulders with all kinds of ridiculous finesse.  “Saw you watching.  You like what you see?”

Indigo arches one perfect eyebrow with such an air of boredom, Grimm almost buys it.  

Almost. 

“Perhaps,” he says. 

Hmm, he’s good. 

Grimm steps closer, the fingers of one hand grazing the sleeve of Indigo’s shirt with a feather-light touch. “You got a name?” 

His partner does not so much as flinch. “I do, but you may call me ‘Ice’.” 

Grimm almost chokes on the laugh that bursts out of him before he can even do a damn thing to stop it. “Hmmn, okay, Ice.” He lowers his head just a touch, a gleam in his eye. “Guess you heard who I was since you couldn’t take your eyes off of me.”

“I believe I missed it,” Indigo “Ice” says.  Like he’s so goddamn disinterested, he can’t stand himself.  

Well, now. This shit is gonna be fun. 

“Remmington,” Grimm says. “You think something that long will fit in your mouth, Ice?”

Indigo lifts his chin. “I suppose it would depend on if you prefer ‘Remming’ or not.” 

Did he just . . .

Grimm leans against the column beside the table. “You’re a real smartass, aren’t ya.” 

“You are not the first to accuse me of such a thing.”

Maybe Grimm would have said something equally smartassy back, but standing under an AC vent has won over a spicy comeback.  And this is way better.

He brushes a knuckled finger against his nose with a cringe, makes a show of standing there for a moment, fights against it with more visuals than necessary. Indigo’s gaze is cool and steady, his posture now straight, but not rigid.

Grimm’s expression begins the descent from brash to desperate, his breath hitching with an uneven, almost ragged stammer. 

“Hhh-huuh!  Hhuuh. . .! UHCHSSHu! Hkgh’UHSSCCH’u! —Uhh-KGSSSSSH!”  

To hell with covering. He leans to one side and gives Indy the full fucking show, right down to the full body shiver.  Which he can’t help anyway, but fuck it.

“Goddamn,” he says with a shake of his head. “Fucking freezing in hee-hhhuh! Hh–NXGT–shhuh!” He leans against the support pillar with a thick, congested sniffle.  “Fuck. Excuse me.” He flashes Indigo a lascivious smile. “Might have a cold or some shit.” 

“Bless you,” Indigo says with such polite indifference that Grimm laughs like a stupid asshole. “Perhaps this would be of some use to you?”

The icy bastard waggles a folded handkerchief at him, holding it between two fingers, and Grimm smirks. “You won’t want it back when I’m done with it.” 

“I had no intention of wishing for its return,” Indigo says.

Grimm takes a step towards him, his fingers sliding to clasp the thing, but caressing the edges of Indigo’s pale hand in the process, taking his time to pull it free of the proffering grip.  

Just in time, too. Grimm buries his nose in the folds with a dramatic disaster of an encore, doing nothing to stop himself from unleashing hell from whatever the fuck his sinuses are doing right now.

“UHHKGSSCH!-UHSSCHu! UHH-KGISSCHHUu! Good goddamn.” 

Indigo’s expression softens just for a split second and Grimm nudges the tip of his dress shoe with one boot. 

“Bless you,” Indigo says, the frost in his tone warmed for the briefest instant, a context clue no one but Grimm could possibly decipher. 

“Thanks,” Grimm says. He barely manages to stop himself from saying “Indy.” He recovers with another, more subdued nose blow and pockets the handkerchief.  “Wanna buy me a drink?”

Indigo “Ice” chuckles with a thread of something wild.  “I suppose I might.” 

(TBC....)

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 22. photography

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “forever ingrained”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ a new polaroid camera? vessel is getting a few ideas on what to do with it…

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

a/n: i want vessel to spread my legs open and go to town on me

cw: nsfw content. nude photo shoot. sexual poses, sexual touching/teasing. mutual masturbation

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“if you keep posing like that i’m going to lose it.” —❤︎

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you’ve always been bold when it comes to self expression.

and you took great pride in it. not only did that kind of confidence give a major boost to your ego, but it also helped the people around you have better sense of worth, simply because they were marveled by the sheer amount of confidence you exuded. this was a trait that attracted your dark, mysterious partner, vessel— someone who was typically more reserved.

you both balanced each other out well. with you around, vessel has learned to slowly come out of his shell, and has even learned to open up more about personal problems so he can find the help he seeks. meanwhile, he balances out your overly-bold attitude with his calm, serene demeanor.

it was like a match made in heaven, really. you loved this man to no ends.

so for christmas, you wanted to do something extra memorable for him, something that you both would enjoy. this particular activity you had in mind, it catered to your extravagant personality, and it would give a lot of enjoyment for vessel too.

so that’s how you found yourself in this current situation.

“.. darling, can you spread your legs more a bit for me?” vessel asked in his usual suave tone. you nodded, and teasingly opened your bare legs for vessel to take in the sight.

he let out a silent curse underneath his breath, and brought the polaroid camera up to his face to snap another picture, capturing your naked form perfectly.

“precious.”

that’s right, for this year, you decided to spice up your bedroom life with vessel a bit, and organized a nude photo shoot for both yourself and him. you had prepped yourself accordingly for this little event you planned with your partner. even though you were naked, you took proper care to groom yourself perfectly, and made sure you looked like aphrodite had blessed you with a sexy body (which she most definitely did).

vessel had also gotten a new camera for the occasion, and all the photos he’s taken of you so far have been so naughty, but so beautiful at the same time. he always knew what angle to take the picture from, how you should’ve been posing, and how to perfectly capture the light reflecting off of your eyes.

he definitely was having fun with this.

“if you keep posing like that i’m going to lose it.” vessel said with a lustrous, hungry tone, shamelessly staring at your sex between your legs, which was up in full display for vessel to revel in.

this comment only made you smirk, and spread your legs further while you leaned back. “what? can’t handle what you’re seeing? i know you want a piece of this so badly.”

“you’re goddamn right i do. you just know how to tempt me like a damn succubus.” he replied, tone rough with need as he stared at your naked body.

vessel was also getting more bold with his own mannerisms too. he unapologetically got closer to you on multiple occasions, so his hand and/or arm could “accidentally” brush up against the sensitive parts of your body. he had also insisted that he helps you with posing, his touchy hands grabbing at any exposed flesh he can get his hands on. he couldn’t help it, your presence was just way too addicting for him.

and many of the poses you took were provocative in nature too. legs spread, hands all over your body, exposing the most delicate features of your form. you looked so hot, and vessel knew that all too well.

“you need to stop being so teasing.” vessel huffed out, taking another provocative picture of you while his hand was on your bare thigh.

“you’re tempting me with those sweet, seductive eyes of yours.”

you smirked at this.

“that’s the point, darling.”

vessel growled, out of pure lust too. he quickly snagged another picture of you posing sexually for him. the photo generated and vessel quickly added it to his little pile on the nightstand. he loves and cherishes every intimate moment he shares with you, and he’s glad that you decided to do something like this for your first christmas together. so of course, he needed to capture every moment he got for himself.

“we should do this again sometime soon.” vessel admitted, his fingers ghosting over your aching sex in a suggestive way while he stared down at you.

“we should.” you agreed, leaning back against the white bedsheets to lift your legs up while vessel took another lewd picture of you. “it could be our little tradition.”

vessel certainly wouldn’t oppose to that idea.

he felt himself getting harder and harder in his pants the more he took naughty pictures of you. he couldn’t help it. during one photo, you decided to take things up a notch, and slowly move your hand down between your legs to start self-pleasuring yourself. it was so hot, each one of your expressions and moans captured by vessel’s amazing camera.

the way you moaned so heavenly only made vessel more excited.

he dipped his hand into his pants and started stroking himself as he watched you masturbate. vessel couldn’t concentrate on the photo he was taking, because he was too invested in jerking himself off because of how goddamn sexy you were.

while vessel was giving himself a nice handjob. your fingers and hand quickly worked around your sweet spot, and your self-pleasure only increased while you moaned and whimpered loudly, not letting anything you were doing to go to waste.

watching you masturbate while he himself still has to recover from seeing you looking like a goddamn snack. it was so good… and vessel only stroked himself faster.

“fuck. you’re gonna make me cum, “ your passion and lust, caused peter to be admitted what he just tried to do.

“me too.” you replied, moving your hand faster. “cum with me, please.”

the two of you came on time, and at the same time too. vessel’s clothes were stained in his essence, while you made a mess of your own nude body. it was quite the sight to behold.

you looked so hot covered in your own and his cum. he needed to have a picture of that.

at the sound of a camera shutter, vessel smirked.

“you better sit still and look pretty for me, y/n.”

and sit still, look pretty, you did.

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[johnwickluva]

Drunk In Love

summary- you come home drunk from the bar

Word count: 1.7k

You tried to open and close the door as lightly as you possibly could. In your drunken state though it was pretty loud. You couldn’t help but laugh as you thought it was really funny. Almost falling over your husband John came over and grabbed you.

He wondered how much you had to drink because usually you could handle your alcohol but tonight you seemed to be pretty wasted. Being so drunk you forgot you had just walked in the door. You immediately tried to push him off of you. Another man touching you? You couldn’t have that. Still in defense mode from being at the bar.

Too many men had put their hands on you, trying to dance with you while you were out with friends. Your wedding ring wasn’t enough to back them off so you had to be aggressive and push them away. You wished they would just get the hint but drunk men were a nuisance. Your eyes rolled and you protested.

“Excuse me, I have a husband…” You looked up and your eyes lit up, “Oh wait! John!”

John laughed but it warmed his heart that even when you were flat out wasted you remembered him.

“Hey babe.”

You kissed him and he could taste the alcohol on your breath. He kissed you back but then broke away to smile at you. Helping you towards the living room, you pushed him off of you and put some music on. The music notes started blasting throughout the living room and you started dancing. He grabbed you and spun you around.

A loud boisterous laugh left you and then you grabbed his hands and started jumping all around while he just stayed planted on the ground. You were really drunk but having so much fun. After a few minutes of this you started to feel tired and made your way to the couch. The two of you sat and you started to rub your hands all along the couch.

“Have I ever told you we made the best decision buying this couch? It’s so comfortable.” You sprawled out on it, throwing your legs over John’s.

“I think you’re right.” He said while rubbing your ankle.

“Tonight at the bar so many men wouldn’t stop trying to dance with me. I told them I had a husband but those dogs don’t care. Anyways Britney got so drunk she almost started a fight and we almost got kicked out. It was honestly so crazy.” You rambled on.

John felt his chest get right with anger at the thought of men trying to get with you but calmed knowing you were home and safe. He didn’t like you going out without him but he wasn’t your watcher, you could do what you wanted and if you wanted to go out with your friends alone, he wouldn’t stop you. Still, he felt protective. You continued on,

“And then this guy wouldn’t stop trying to buy us drinks and I got so mad I stood up and threw mine all over him. I said there I just bought you a drink asshole and that finally got us kicked out.” You were staring at the ceiling.

At this John let out a loud laugh. You always got feisty when you drank. He just wished he could’ve been there to see that. Suddenly you got up and stared at him. Damn he was so sexy. It was even hotter knowing he could’ve taken any man at that bar and put them in their place.

You couldn’t help but notice John’s hair was in his face. You crawled towards him and softly pushed it behind his ear. A large, goofy smile appeared on your lips as you felt excited suddenly to see his full face. He was so sexy, you voiced out loud this time. You couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him.

A bit too overzealous, the kiss was more teeth than it was lips. You grabbed his face to pull him even closer and made out with him. Your chest was pressed against his and his hands were on your shoulders. He tried to lightly push you away but also couldn’t help but kiss you back at the same time.

John tried to say your name but it was muffled by your lips. He pushed you away and called your name again. You were both out of breath and you felt sad he ended the kiss. Your face frowned and he immediately went to defend himself.

“I love you but too much babe.” He laughed.

You just leaned closer.

“I wanna fuck. Let’s fuck.”

Your hands went to his belt faster than he could answer and he grabbed your wrists. Although it was tempting, you were way too drunk. It wouldn’t even be fun. Your mind was running a mile a minute and when he let your wrists go you went to rub him through his pants. He moaned at the touch and you could feel him start to get hard.

“Come on, I know you want to.” You sang to him.

“Of course I want to but you’ll probably pass out in the middle.” He said while grabbing your wrists again. “Keep your paws to yourself.”

John’s tone was playful. He was having fun with your drunkenness. You always got so touchy feely and if you weren’t as drunk he’d probably take you up on that offer. Alas you couldn’t even make out with him correctly you were so drunk. You crossed your arms like a child and moved to the complete other side of the couch.

John laughed out loud and you just glared at him. He tried to pull you close to him again and you fought him off.

“No, I don’t want you, I want your cock.” You said, slurring.

“Fine. Be that way.” He chuckled and sat down, throwing one of his arms over the back of the couch.

You groaned out. Why did he have to be so sexy? Before he knew it you pounced on him, grabbing his head and pulling him down on top of you. You wrapped your legs around him and tried to flip him. At this he started laughing again. You always tried to wrestle him when you were drunk but you never won.

John let you have your fun trying to flip him and when you couldn’t you pushed him off of you and sat back down, crossing your arm once more. When he thought you were done you looked at him and then pounced again and wrapped your arms around his neck. He let out a choking noise at the action and flipped you over.

You were out of breath but he wouldn’t win, not this time. Your arms wrapped around his biceps in a hug and you pushed him. The two of you fell off the couch and it didn’t go unnoticed that he cushioned your head so it didn’t hit the floor. Together the two of you wrestled on the floor and although you felt like you were winning, there was no way you could actually win a wrestling match against him.

John got you in a position where you couldn’t move and picked you up. In one motion he threw you over his shoulder and onto the couch. He was sure to not hurt you and make sure you landed on the cushions. It was fun and you let out a loud laugh. You jumped back up and stared at him.

“Do that again.”

He just shook his head and chuckled before picking you up again and throwing you on the couch. When you were about to ask him to do it again he sat down and shook his head no. He was breathing heavily. His hair was back in his face and he closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them up and smiling at you.

You were standing and looking down on him. Your legs hip width apart and suddenly your stomach started hurting. You stared at him and suddenly the room started spinning. A groan left your mouth and you couldn't stop it. Before you knew it you were running to the bathroom.

You fell to the floor and threw up. It was a lot and it wouldn't stop coming. You kept vomiting until you were just gagging and nothing was coming out. John came running into the room and rubbed your back. He couldn't help but chuckle again. This night was pretty funny.

“Feel better?” He asked.

“Good lord.” You groaned out, feeling slightly better.

Your face felt numb and still drunk but it was a little less intense. You didn't feel as stupid, you just felt tired. Your head came to lay on the toilet seat as your hand came up to flush the toilet. You watched the water as it swirled down the drain.

The music was still blasting from the living room and you couldn't help but sing along with your eyes closed. You really overdid it. The music felt like it was coursing through your whole body. You thought you could hear instrumentals you never heard while sober and the bass was shocking your system.

“Ugh. take me to bed please.’

John went and turned the music off before scooping you up and bringing you to the sink.

“At least use mouthwash please.”

You thought you'd throw up with anything in your mouth but you wanted to kiss him so you did. Swishing it in your mouth he tilted you in his arms so you could spit it in the sink. After he brought you to the bed where he started to strip you and dress you in something more comfortable. He got everything but your underwear off when you shook your head no.

You were too comfortable to put anything else on. So you snuggled into the bed and told him no again but it sounded more like a groan. He shook his head and changed himself before crawling into bed with you. In just his boxers you shifted towards him and moaned at the skin to skin contact.

“You seemed to have a lot of fun tonight.” John joked.

You hummed out but were already half asleep. John thought about how he should've gotten you something to eat. Also how you were going to need medicine and water in the morning. When he got up to try and get you some you grabbed on tighter to him.

John was trapped in your hold. He laughed to himself. You would regret this in the morning. With that he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

[jessicaseroticramblings]

The Babysitter

I sat next to Mr Evans as he drove me home in his car. Well it wasn’t exactly straight home as we had agreed upon a slight detour along a quiet country road. Mr Evans pulled over in a lay by and turned off the engine. We sat there for a few moments in silence neither of us quite sure what we should do next. It was Mr Evans who broke the slightly awkward tension.

“So do you think this is a good spot? Should be secluded enough I’m hoping,” he said as he looked over and smiled. I was happy he had spoken up first.

“Yeah I think so. I mean I haven’t seen another car go past us since we drove down this road,” I said as I relaxed a little bit. I took off my seatbelt and he did the same.

“I was surprised to receive your messages while I was out at dinner with my wife. I thought there might be an issue with the kids at first as that’s usually the only reason the babysitter sends a message. But it was definitely a much more interesting message. I told my wife it was just a work colleague messaging me as I tried to hide my excitement. How did you know I would be interested in your offer and that I wouldn’t tell my wife our babysitter is sending me suggestive messages?” he said.

“Well every time I’ve babysat for you and your wife it’s hard to miss how you look at me. I’ve known you were interested in me for ages, so I wasn’t worried about sending you the message,” I said as I turned in my seat towards him.

“Was it that obvious? Damn I hope I didn’t come across as creepy,” he said and I laughed.

”No not creepy don’t worry. I was flattered an older man was thinking I was sexy. Made me feel pretty good.”

“Oh thank god! Last thing I wanted was to creep you out, and yes I think you are sexy. What man wouldn’t? I mean you’re an 18 yr old ginger goddess. Red hair has always drove me insane.”

“Ginger goddess!” I said and laughed out loud. “I used to get teased about being a ginger when I was younger.”

“Oh I meant it as the most amazing compliment Jessica,” he replied thinking he might have offended me.

“I know and thank you. If I’m going to be called a ginger I definitely prefer being a goddess version,” I said as I put my hand on his thigh. He looked down at my hand and smiled at me.

“It’s so exciting being here with you right now Jessica. I haven’t felt this alive in a long time. This might be too much information but my wife is rarely interested in any romantic activities so to speak. So it’s been a long time since I’ve done anything very exciting with a woman. I mean I’m 45 but I’m not quite dead yet,” he said and laughed. I smiled at him then slid my hand over his crotch in his pants.

“Well we can fix that Mr Evans. We agreed on $50 right?” I said as I rubbed him gently through his pants. He gasped as I touched him and I felt a definite bulge forming beneath my hand.

“First of all no more Mr Evans, call me David. And secondly yes $50. And thirdly oh my god I love how it feels when you touch me Jessica.”

“Ok then let’s get this show on the road,” I said as I unzipped his pants and reached inside to ease his cock out until it was sticking straight up. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to caress his length. He moaned and squirmed with pleasure in his seat.

“Oh my god! Jessica you don’t know how unbelievable it feels to be held by you. Just feeling your hand holding my cock is incredible. It’s so fucking sexy Jess. You are so damn cute Jess,” he moaned as he watched my hand slowly start to stroke him. I gave him a naughty smile as I handled his cock.

“You have a nice cock Mr Evans.. I mean David. You have a very nice cock David,” I said and watched as he lay his head back against the headrest, closed his eyes, and moaned with pleasure. I continued stroking him as his cock grew even harder. He stayed like that for a couple minutes then looked at me again.

“I can’t believe I’m getting a handjob from my beautiful 18yr old redheaded babysitter. Your hand feels so good Jessica. Just the idea that a gorgeous young thing like you is going to make me cum is blowing my mind,” he said as I continued stroking him.

“Is it sexier than your wife doing this to you?” I asked.

“Oh fuck yes! Oooohhh fuck it feels so sexy Jessica. Can you tell me what you’re about to do to me Jessica? It would be so hot hearing you talking dirty,” he said as he switched his gaze from my hand on his cock to my eyes.

“You wanna hear how I’m loving holding your big hard cock in my hand and how sexy it feels stroking it up and down, over and over, while listening to your sexy moans?”

“Oh god yes!” he groaned.

“You wanna hear how I’m not going to stop stroking your cock until I make you cum for me David? How I’m going to make you cum so hard your balls will be empty? How it’s so sexy jerking off a man who is old enough to be my father? How if I was your wife I would be making you cum every single day?” I said as I stared into his eyes. His cock was throbbing in my hand and precum was dripping over my fingers.

“Yes oh yes you beautiful ginger goddess! Ooohh I’ve never wanted to cum harder than I need to cum for you right now Jessica. Oh god you’re so amazing! Please Jessica, please make me cum for you!” he groaned. I could tell he was getting very close to cumming and I suddenly realized I was about to make a huge mess as we had no tissues or anything. I couldn’t stop to look for something to catch his cum so I just did what felt natural and I bent down into his lap and took his cock into my mouth.

“FUCKKKKK YES BABY SUCK ME!,” he almost shouted as he held my head and pushed my mouth up and down on his cock. He was almost using my mouth as a sex toy as he thrusted up pumping my mouth with his big hard cock. My eyes started watering as he pushed his cock into my throat and I gagged slightly as he fucked my mouth. My saliva was dripping from my lips down his cock as I tasted his precum, as he moaned out that he was going to cum. He thrusted hard and deep into my throat as jets of cum flooded my mouth, his cock jerking and spurting so much cum that it poured out from between my lips. I could hardly breathe as he emptied his balls down my throat.

Eventually he stopped and let go so I could lift up and take some big gaps of air. I sat back in my seat gasping as his cum and my saliva dripped from my mouth.

“Oh wow Jessica that was fucking intense! I can’t remember the last time I came that hard,” he groaned before looking at me and seeing me getting my breath back.

“Happy you …. *gasp* enjoyed it… “ I said a little breathlessly.

“Oh fuck I’m sorry Jessica I got carried away. Forgive me, I didn’t mean to be quite that rough. You ok?” he said as he touched my arm. I was liking that he showed concern for me even after he got what he wanted from me.

“It’s ok I’m fine. Damn though that was a lot of cum. Has you been saving it up?” I said jokingly.

“I guess it had been a while since I jerked off. Honestly it made cumming for you even more amazing. I was so horny,” he said.

“I noticed,” I said and smiled. He reached into his pocket for his wallet and pulled out the $60 for babysitting plus another $50 for our naughty fun. Then he looked at me and pulled out another $20 and gave me $130.

“I was only expecting you to give me a handjob. The blowjob was an unexpected treat so I should give you a bit more than was agreed on,” he said.

“Cool,” I said as I took his money and shoved it into my pocket. He started up the car and turned around to drive back down the country road to take me home. As we drove he kept glancing over at me ans smiling.

“So I have to ask Jessica. Do you think you would want to do this again next time we ask you to babysit? For extra payment of course,” he asked hoping.

“Sure, why not. It was easy money. I always need more money,” I said as I looked over at him. He had a huge smile on his face as he got the answer he was hoping for.

“This evening just gets better and better,” he said as he drove me the rest of the way home💋

[tengenscvmbvdd1]

Are we just friends?

tengen uzui x black reader

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[ You and tengen had been friends for a while now, ever since you joined The kakushi.

Y'all had started off just simple friends, His wives being the first one you met. Hinatsuru, The rather calm one and sweetheart of the group, Had ended up sick and was admitted into the infirmary, But what you did not realize is that she was Lord Uzui's wife, And let alone that being ONE OF OF HIS WIVES. His other wives, Suma and makio were way different from the 2. Suma was a bit annoying to you, All the crying she does and the occasional "Do you not love me anymore Tengen-samaaaaa!!" all she really did was whine but she was such a sweetheart as well, Always bring you snacks and drinks, whenever you'd come over. Makio absolutely hated you...for some reason she believed u were after her lovely tengen...not that u weren't, But he's a married man, You'd never. Makio was much more serious than the other 2, Anytime suma would begin whining and crying, she'd be the first to start yelling, Her occasional pharse "Stop being such a crybaby!!"...

Last but not least. Tengen. Tengen was an absolute charmer, all he did was try and charm you, and flirt with you, Of course you would reciprocate back, because it's Tengen uzui, He's fucking sexy! Anytime he'd come back the infirmary, You'd be the first one to help, Almost immediately, his occasional stares at your ass and thickness, He'd make comment about your attitude like..."Ur bratty attitude needs some punishing" you'd give him attitude and reply back with "Oh please, you couldnt handle this, even if you wanted to boy."

Tengen and his wives were an absolute power couple. His confidence and his wives being apart of that boosted his ego, He told you about his past, and how he came from a declining shinobi clan, and how his father did some fucked up things to him...you cried once he told you, Mainly pissed at his father, he consoled you and told you how "It's okay now, I'm at a better place, No need to cry, Thats unflashy of you!" with a huge smile and the shine of his beautiful fushisa feautures.

He also told her how he saved his wives from the life, You were sympathetic and happy he did, saying how "I'm happy you saved thise girls from the shinobi life! Cause aint no way in hell, I'ma go for some shit like that."

Tengen and his wives, went on a mission to the entertainment district, Tengen left a week ago with tanjiro,zenistsu, and inosuke, Including Tanjiro, little sister, Nezuko. The whole organization was worried, But kylie was basically panicking for Tengen and the 4 children.

For days, You were worried and in panic. She didnt sleep, Not a wink, she was absolutely terrifed. You couldnt stand the thought of tengen dying in battle, It was too much, she told herself 'Why the fuck am i actin like im his mothafuckin wife or sum..but it's so good having him around...'

Him and his wives finally arrived back, Tengen was injured, His eye was cut and his hand was no more. Tears fill your eyes, as you yell "Tengen!" you screamed, running to him, and holding him " Are you okay! Ur hand!" U put ur hand on his no longer hand "Ur eyes!" Shes panicking, Shes in fear, but tengen puts a hand on her back, rubbing it, as he says "I'm fine kylie, Calm down.."

Tengen was put under her care. For months she took care of him. She made sure to make him the best foods only, she made him hot food, like soup, Gumbo,Jabalaya, and even his favorite foods, even of their japanese traditional, And of course she seasons the hell out of them. Tengen was tooken about when he tasted her food, He loved it so damn much. "Damn kylie, Ur cooking skills are quite flashy!" She'd blush because she never got compliments on her cooking outside of her homecountry, So she was blushing hard. "Preciate it ten.."

Over time, They grew close...real close..and it's gotten to the point, If they go out, People believe their a married couple. The day practicalar, They were at kylie's estate, having tea...the plotwist is, He never thought he'd come when kylies in her Pink nike spandex, and her tanktop...he knew you were a thick black woman, But damn..Everytime she walked..it jiggled and everything...they conversation had shifted to more intimate conversation..

"Have you been in a recent relationship?"

"Not recently....i've kinda been waiting on someone in particular..."

Tengen now curious ask, "And whos that? I hope he's a flashy man..." and you laugh, and apply lipgloss to your lips, "I can give u his description.." and tengen, thinks for a minute...his eyes buring with passion and desire, and he gives a curt nod...and she begins.

"He's a big guy, At least 6'7, Huge muscles...rather a flashy and flamboyant man...he has hair the color of snow, Eyes the color of spider lillies, Fushisa...he's huge...a big boy..has 3 wives...a husband...and so got damn sexy...and i been wanting to to sit on yo shi.."

Tengen flushes in red, and his eyes filled with lust and desire, and he stands, hocering over you..."Damnit...i cant resist u no more.." He says before crashing their lips together, His hands slithering to your ass, Squeezing hard, her body arching into him, Shes grinding against him now, He tightens his grip on her ass, Right now he's so pissed he only has one hand. She moans as she feels the pressure.

she pulls away..."this is the part where you fuck me..."

Shes now, Face down, Ass up, Getting spanked while he's drilling his 9 inches and heavy balls into her deep. He's in so deep, In a daze as he fucks her to tears, shes crying in pleasure, her back arched and her hands behind her back, He's holding it with one hand, He grits through his teeth. "Got damn, U dont know what i'd do to have both hands right now...fuck...so damn good..." Shes whining and crying, Tengen made her cum in 1 minute with just his tongue earlier and his fingers curling her g spot...but now shes about to squirt...like a dirty slut, Her back arches deep and she lets a scream out in ecstasy, "TENGEN! OHH FUCKK! IM SQUIRTINGGG!!

*her arousal was sprayed on his cock, Tengen hasnt cummed this whole time, it'd usually take all of his wives to drain his balls but kylies taking it like a pro...this is their 4th position they've hit together, shes already squirted 4 times, He begins groaning and whining, whimpering as well, He couldnt edge himself anymore, He decided he's letting it out. "Fuck mama, I'ma cum in u, In the most flashiest way, Gonna make u a- Fuck yeah right there....a mama.."

4 months later..

you're sitting pregnant, at the hashira trainings, Watching tengen torture those poor boys, but tanjiro seems to be fantastic, The wives make them Onigiri, Which they grateful for. Tengens frustrated, rubbing his temple, You stand, Walking, or rather limping, Rubbing your stomach. Once you reach him, You rub his back "Bae, Chill, You know these kids ain' that strong...They ain' disciplined...but tanjiro and zenitsu and inosuke are doing spectacular..."

he smiles softly, looking at his pregnant girlfriend now, Rubbing her stomach, calming himself, kissing her cheek.."im sorry sweetheart, it's just infuriating.." she smiles in understanding, Turning around, and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him, getting on her tippy toes...."I love you ten..."

"i love you too,my diamond..."

[gretavanlace]

Blurred Lines

Jake kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, very light impact play, explicit language, overstimulation, etc.

Just a little something quick I whipped up because my life is now an absolute dumpster fire thanks to Jake and his eyeliner. Fairly lazy editing, my apologies in advance ❤️

Sexy? Yes, you had expected that. A feral crowd calling forth that smirk of his that proves he knows exactly what he’s doing. The wicked gleam in his eye that says ‘they want me and I love it’, you had expected that too.

What you didn’t expect, was the wild, white-hot flame that would be stoked way down deep inside you. The moment he appeared, a rock and roll angel…wings hidden beneath his jacket, you wanted to fall to your knees with a warm, wet, open mouth offering a home for his cock.

Eye liner. A sweep of charcoal along his lash line, expertly applied, rendering his gaze even more beautiful than usual. No man has any business being that pretty. Gorgeous, really. Feminine in the most delicious way. In the way that serves as a testament to the unwavering confidence and security in his own skin he possesses.

You had wanted him then, badly. Wanted to climb into his lap and kiss his lovely face, to suck on his bubble gum pink tongue, to rock your hips against him until he was so hard neither of you could bear it any longer.

Yes, you’d been down astronomically bad then, but now? Watching him destroy his guitar, fingers flying along the frets so rapidly they’re no more than a blur. Sweat glistening and rolling down his chest like diamonds as he flirts with the audience, stealing heart after heart, liner now smudged and messy from exertion…now your need is nearly painful.

If he were to curl a finger at you, you’d make your way over from side-stage and bow to his every whim…audience be damned.

You have to have him, and you don’t want him on the bus where you’re both forced to be gentle and quiet lest the others hear (although you’re fairly certain they still do from time to time). No, you want to fuck, with him behind you, looking like a whore of a pirate who stepped foot on dry land and somehow ended up here.

Never before have you ducked out before the end of their set, but there’s a first time for everything. If he swaggers off stage like usual - an arm will be wrapped around your waist in greeting as he bullshits with his brothers about the show…what went wrong, what went right, what might go wrong and right next time, it will carry on and on.

Normally you don’t mind. In fact, you enjoy it. But if you’re forced to stand around aching and fiending for the fix only he can bestow, you very well might begin tearing into him right in front of the others.

If he leaves the stage and his gaze doesn’t land on you immediately, he’ll forgo the post show back and forth in favor of hunting you down.

And it is to that end, that you find yourself waiting, not so patiently, in his dressing room.

It feels like an eternity, and exasperation is beginning to creep in when the door swings open.

“Where’d you go, baby?” He smiles through heavy pants of breath. “Were we that awful tonight?”

“Lock the door.”

“Why?” He looks confused.

Your patience is wearing incredibly thin. You want him just like this - covered in sweat, post show adrenaline coursing through his veins like the sweetest drug, screams of adoration still rattling about in his head “Just lock the fucking door, Jake.”

He reaches back and pushes the tiny button on the handle, eyes on you all the while, a quiet groan of lust escaping him when you lean over the vanity and hike your dress up over your hips. Panties are next to go, shoved down mid-thigh, blush pink lace as soaked and warm as your cunt.

“Look at you, my poor, pretty little thing. Does baby need some attention?” His voice is slightly hoarse. Always a tell as to how turned on he is. The man has no poker face when it comes to being buried inside you.

His reflection grows nearer in the mirror and your desire kicks into overdrive, shaking through your system until you’re practically vibrating with it.

“Fuck me.” It ribbons off your tongue with a tremble clutching at your throat. Twisting and squeezing in perfect time with the thunderous pounding of your heart.

His hands wrap around the curve of your waist, Chelsea boot kicking your legs further apart.

Your eyes burn into one another’s for a moment, the air in the room so thick with sexual tension that if you closed your eyes you might believe you were wandering through early morning fog.

He jerks your hips back against him, just to torture you with the heat of his hard cock, and that sets in motion what seems like a thousand movements.

Leaning forward, he sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder until you whine out in blissful pain, and then there is his finger, sneaking under the strap of your bra resting beside the mark of his teeth.

“Let me see them.” He snaps the elastic and then slides his hand between your thighs, growling low in his chest when he finds you dripping and clenching around nothing.

You chase his fingers as he teases them around, giving you just enough to pull whimper after needy whimper out of you.

“I said let me see them.” He sounds harsh and demanding, but you can see love behind the darkness in his eyes.

Yanking down on the neck of your dress, you take the cups of your bra along for the ride, leaving you nothing more than a half-dressed disheveled whore for him.

And that’s fine by you. You’d rather be a whore for him than a lady for someone else.

His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip as, at last, he finally slips two fingers inside you. “Look how fucking beautiful you are, baby. Play with them for me, and make it hurt. I know you like it.”

He feels you clench viciously around his touch the moment you take hold of your taught nipples, wrenching and tugging at them.

“You’re sucking me right in,” his breath is catching and hitching in his lungs. “I fucking love your cunt. So tight and hot. Velvet soft. Pink and greedy. What’s got her so worked up? Tell me.”

You try your hardest to collect your thoughts, but with his fingers circling into the spot only he has ever found, it’s nearly impossible.

In the end, it doesn’t matter, he figures it out for himself when you glance up and catch sight of the smoky eye his ruined liner has created…your eyes roll back in your head and he knows.

“There it is.” He sounds like sex drenched detective who has just cracked a case. “You like that? You like it when I look pretty for my sweet little whore of a fuck toy?”

“Yes…” the word drags out of you as you push back to meet his hand frantically. “Fuck me, Jake. Please, I need it. I need it so fucking bad.”

The teeth of his zipper hum open and suddenly you’re stuffed full in one smooth roll of his hips.

“Yeah,” a cocky smirk ghosts over his lips. “You’re soaked, baby. You love it, don’t you? You wanna paint my lips cherry red so I can kiss it all over this gorgeous pussy?”

You smack your palm harshly against the polished wood you’re bent over, biting down on your lip feverishly in an effort to keep quiet.

He reaches around and tugs it free…he wants every sound. Every moan and sigh, every call of his name. “Tell me I’m pretty.”

A flash of heat explodes in your chest, spider cracking all the way down to your toes.

Hand slipping downward, he wraps his grip around your neck, squeezing as if he’s trying to coax praise off your tongue with his touch. “Say it.”

“You’re so pretty, Jake…” each word is followed by a tiny gasp for air as he fucks into you harder and faster “A fucking princess with a cock. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He groans out an animalistic noise that springs goosebumps to life on your skin. His head falls back and you’re reminded of stage Jake, practically fucking his guitar, losing himself in the haunting notes his talented fingers call forth.

Once again, he finds your eyes in the mirror. “Come on, baby, cum for me. I’m so fucking close.” A shiver ripples through him as his cock jerks wildly deep inside you.

“Go ahead, Jakey…” you can’t tear your eyes away from him. “Give it to me.”

He shakes his head, sending his layers whipping around. “You first. I need to feel it. Fuck…be a good girl and do as you’re told…cum on my cock.”

A wail of a whine tumbles out of you, as you tighten around him like a silken fist.

“It's pretty, too.”

You’ve hardly made a sound, but he catches it.

“Is it?” The question drifts out with a hint of a slur - he’s completely drunk on you. “A pretty cock for a beautiful cunt.” He cracks a sharp smack against the outside of your thigh. “Now give it the fuck up, baby girl. I want it.”

Your muscles jerk and tense up tight as a drum listening to his teeth click together with a clenched jaw as he fights his own need. “C’mon sweetheart, please…”

The effort was valiant, but he loses the battle, and with a hushed call of your name, the sinful heat of his release warms you from the inside out and you wish you could keep it there forever. A bit of him secreted away safe and sound within you.

“Don’t stop..” you beg as his cursing cries morph into tiny whines of overstimulation. “Don’t fucking stop.”

He can’t deny you anything, so he carries on, fighting through it in order to get you there while you babble and moan incoherently, words peppered through. Harder. Right there. Keep going. Obscenities you’d be ashamed for anyone else to hear.

With the most endearing fucked out noise you’ve ever heard him utter, he sends you sailing over the edge, nails raking into the vanity, body shaking and squirming so intensely he is forced to wrap an arm around your waist to hold you somewhat still around his cock as it throbs and aches for mercy.

His forehead falls against your shoulder, tired, spent, satiated in the way he’s only ever felt with you.

Right here, you have all you’ll ever need…but soon, the spell is broken when you register the lowered hum of noise on the other side of the door. The place is slowly clearing out, the others are likely already on the bus wondering what the hell has become of you two.

There’s no time to shower, but you do your best at looking at least halfway presentable, futile as it is. They’ll see through you both right away, but it isn’t the first time your indiscretions have provided them with valuable material for their entertainment, and it certainly won’t be the last.

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[broshot]

can u please write armin being a dilf 😭🤭

a/n: thank you for the req!! I didn't quite know what to do w this one but I hope you enjoy it anyway♡ english isn't my first language btw so sorry for bad writing

cw/tw: fluff, mentions of nsfw, afab!reader, cursing, you and armin have a child, jealousy (so slight angst?) + comfort (reassuring), pet names, kissing check end for more notes

summary: you get jealous/mad because armin is being "too friendly" w the moms at your child's kindergarten so you give armin the cold shoulder and stop giving him attention! (but armin is not bad at reassuring)

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he was the hot topic among the mothers at the kindergarten your kid went to.

you couldn't help but overhear the mothers as they called your man hot, how could you not hear? "he's so sexy!" "such a shame he's taken.." "what a man!" they'd whisper knowing damn well you could hear them.

and his friendly and nice personality didn't help the feeling of jealousy that was pooling up in your stomach either. he'd answer their stupid questions and help them in things they'd ask help for. they asked him to help them with things that a five year old kid can do.

you never told him about how you felt about these things but one day it just got too much. one of the mothers who was clearly interested in him asked him to zip the zipper of her dress back up - it had slid a bit too low when she had picked up her child earlier. and on top of that, she had the audacity to slide her hand along his chest, tugging at his tie and whispering "thank you" into his ear when armin helped her.

armin had obviously helped her, not thinking much of it. why would he, he knew he loved you and only you, and according to him the mom's just were friendly and needed help sometimes.

so he didn't quite understand why you were giving him the cold shoulder. you didn't even cuddle up in his arms after a long day at work like you usually would. hell, you didn't even look at him.

he tried to remember what he did wrong but he just couldn't get a hold of it. so he decided to ask you.

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he knocked on your workroom's door, waiting for you to say if he can come in or not.

you thought it was your child on the other side of the door (since your child was too short to reach the handle) so you got up from your chair and opened the door. you were met with the worried eyes of your husband instead of your child.

you tried closing the door but he was faster and placed his foot in the way.

"love, I just want to talk. is that okay?" he asked.

you hesitated a bit before nodding quickly and opening the door wider and letting him in.

he was quiet for a moment before speaking up. "so, what's up with you? you've been ignoring me for a few days now and I just can't place my finger on it."

you scoffed at him. "you can't place your finger on it? you easily placed your fingers on her, though."

he was confused. "what are you talking about?"

"you haven't noticed how hungrily they look at you? the mother's at kindergarten."

he raised his eyebrow slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about. they're just being friendly and so am I."

"just being friendly? are you serious? they want to fuck you, armin."

he was taken aback by your statement but before he could reply, you continued: "they keep whispering about it knowing damn well I hear them, too. and you let them ask you all those stupid questions and help them with those things they could do themselves!

kenny's mother asked you to zip up her dress two days ago, remember? wasn't zaylin's mother right next to her? she could've helped her but no, kenny's mom decided to ask you instead! you saw how small that dress was, she was obviously trying to seduce you." you kept rambling. he was listening.

"I saw how she tugged at your tie, armin, she would've ripped her clothes off right there and then if there were no people around. do you even love me anymore?"

he gasped at your last statement, looking a bit offended. "of course I love you!"

he didn't say anything for a while after that. he was collecting his thoughts, finally putting the pieces together and understanding why you were mad.

"I'm sorry," he started. "I didn't understand she meant that and now that I think about it, zaylin's mother could've definitely helped her instead of me. I'm glad there were people around, I don't want to see her naked, absolutely not. you're so much more hotter." he said and you tried to find the humor in his eyes. from anyone else, words like that would've seemed like a joke but he would've never joked about that so you believed him.

"I love you more than anything. I'm really glad you told me about how you feel, I swear I'll do better. I won't talk to the mother's anymore unless it's something super important like a child in danger. and I definitely don't want to fuck any of the mom's."

you smiled at the last sentence but wiped your smile away before he could see. you've already forgiven him, but you definitely haven't forgiven the mothers.

"and you're sure about that?" you asked him once more.

"I'm 100% positive about it. I only love you and I only want you." he reassured. and to be honest, he was feeling a bit bold at the moment so he took a step towards you and leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

"I've been inside you plenty of times you know, and nothing could ever beat the feeling. nothing and no one." he smirked.

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I hope you enjoyed♡ (if you want me to write dilf!armin some other way let me know! (example: headcanons pls keep recommending stuff for me to write

kinda thinking about making a part 2 to this where they do the dirty in a bathroom at the kindergarden parents meeting tbh, I wanna teach the moms a lesson (they wouldn't get caught but they'd definitely know what happened when they see your messy hair and all the lipstick marks on his neck!

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[blueraineshadows]

I want to request a fic because I literally never have and I feel left out 😂

Can I request a lil something where Sebastian and MC haven’t been speaking all day because they argued the night before and MC is all mopey and sad after her classes so she makes her way to the Undercroft wanting to be alone but he’s down there all hot and sweaty practicing spells and when he notices her he’s still in a mood and says something sarcastic but she’s just turned on and starts taking his clothes off to have angry make up sex 🙃

All the pleases and thank yous, love ya lots 🤍

Oooh would love to!! 😍🔥

Thank you for the Ask 💜

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 🌶 NSFW

When a fire burns, it crackles and spits, flames dancing with a roaring madness, heat, beautiful but terrible, that is hypnotising to watch. The warmth is a glow that spreads, building until it scorches right through your flesh, as if to alight your very soul.

This is what it is like when either you fight, or fuck, with Sebastian Sallow.

When they fought, they fought, and last night had been a good one, or a bad one, depending on how you looked at it. Last night they had niggled, and pushed and then the limit was reached. Screaming, yelling, and then she had thrown her shoe at him. He had only just ducked in time. The look on his face had been priceless, any other time it would have been funny, but he wasn't amused. He had stormed off and left her there, trembling with rage.

Now, he wasn't speaking to her, at all. The day had been awkward, their friends tiptoeing around them as they sat through classes, avoiding each other.

By dinner time though, MC was no longer mad, just gloomy. She missed him.

"Are you alright?" Ominis asked, quietly.

"I'll be fine," she said. She pushed her dinner away uneaten. "I need to be alone for a bit. Don't wait up."

She left the Great Hall and wandered the corridors she now knew so well. Wrapped up in her own misery, she found herself outside the Undercroft, the scene of the crime. Maybe some time alone and a good bout of ugly crying would do the trick. Nothing like a bit of self pity to end the day.

The Undercroft wasn't empty.

Smoke filled the air, and Sebastian was so busy hurling curses, grunting with the effort, that he hadn't heard her come in. The training dummy was taking the beating of it's life.

MC stood, transfixed, as Sebastian handled his wand with an expert touch. He was in his shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, collar open and his tie hanging low. His hair was wild, sweat beading on his temples, his cheeks flushed and lips parted as he panted from the exertion.

MC swallowed, hard. Fuck, he was too hot for words!

She wandered closer, eyes roaming over his legs as he stood in a duelling stance, the stretch of fabric over his thighs making her lick her lips.

He caught her movement out of the corner of his eye and spun, wand raised, his breaths hard and fast. She froze, eyes on his. "Hi," she said, awkwardly.

He stared at her, then lowered his wand, turning back to face the training dummy. "Come to throw the other shoe at me, have you?"

Frustration boiled in her blood and with a growl of impatience she stepped up and shoved him against his chest, making him stumble backwards in surprise. "You are the most stubborn, pain in the arse I've ever met," she grumbled.

"So, I've been told," he said. He brushed the front of his shirt where she had shoved him. "Tell me something I don't know."

She heaved a sigh. Even when he was being annoying she burned for him it would seem. He had no damn right looking this sexy when she was here being cross with him.

"Don't make me throw the other shoe at you."

His eyes flew to hers. He pinched the fabric of his shirt, wafting it in an attempt to cool his sweaty skin. MC licked her lips. He watched the movement but didn't move towards her, in fact he turned away, back towards the training dummy, his mouth curving wickedly. "I'd rather something softer, lacy perhaps."

He sent a rather fierce Bombarda towards the training dummy. MC was a storm of frustration and desire. She snatched out her own wand and hit Sebastian with a basic charm. He stumbled back, the shock on his face quickly replaced with intent.

It was frenzied, it was fast, and it was blazing. MC grit her teeth, meeting him spell for spell, until she managed to blast him backwards. His body went flying towards the wall and she flicked her wand, slowing his momentum so he wouldn't hit it. As his back rested against the stone wall, his chest heaving with gasped breaths, she ran.

MC made a grab for him, snatching up that loose tie of his and tugging him towards her. She pressed her lips against his but he remained stiff, unyielding, his breath coming hard and fast through his nose.

She pulled back a little to look at him. "I'm not going to stop, you know," she said.

He lifted an eyebrow. She took that as a challenge.

Her fingers scrambled with his shirt buttons, tugging them loose, shoving his shirt over his shoulders as she smothered his lips and face with kisses. He still didn't respond.

She looked down, his chest was flushed and damp, she dragged her palms down, fingers brushing a nipple as she moved to caress the sensitive skin of his sides. He watched her hands, mouth mute, arms hanging at his sides.

Her heart was pounding, she burned for him, her body was screaming for his touch. But he just stood there. But he wasn't stopping her either.

Then, she was ripping her wool vest free and hurriedly tugging at her blouse buttons.

That caught his attention. He watched as she threw her blouse out into the room, her breaths coming in short, hard pants as she tore off her skirt and underwear, kicking her shoes free.

MC pressed herself against him, the soft lace of her chemise crushed against his sweaty chest. She squirmed, her mouth sucking at his neck.

He still hadn't touched her, but his wand had slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor and rolling away.

She pressed a palm against his arousal, smirking triumphantly at how hard he was for her. She rubbed him through his clothing and he bit back a moan.

"What's the matter, don't you want to play?" She asked, teasingly.

MC could see how tight his jaw was, he was barely clinging on to his restraint. Stubborn prick.

She licked his neck, sucking softly up to his ear, the tip of her tongue teasing. "Shame," she breathed against his damp skin. "My pussy is so wet for you, but you don't want to play. Maybe I should go back to my dorm and finish myself off."

She backed away from him, wearing nothing but a lacy chemise and knee high socks. She trailed her hand down between her thighs, stroking gently. She moaned.

Sebastian's control slipped. He reached for her, spinning to pin her against the wall, the stone cold against her burning flesh. "You are a naughty girl,' he said.

She smirked. "And you love it."

His kiss was searing, tongue seeking hers desperately and she gave as good as she got. He lifted her, arms supporting her as her legs wound about his waist. She realised she still had her high socks on and hooked a finger under the hem of one, and that's when he reached out, a lightning fast move to grip her wrist. "Leave them on," he said, tightly.

"Your wish is my command," she said. She gave him a wink and let go of her sock.

He slid two fingers along her folds, groaning in appreciation at the slick waiting for him. "All yours," she moaned.

He slid his fingers in, working her, thumb rubbing upwards to circle slowly. She ground against his hand, toes curling. He worked faster, drawing more sounds from her lips.

MC cried out, fingers clutching his hair as the pressure began to build. He pushed up the delicate lace and cotton of her chemise, hand cupping her breast, a sharp pinch of a nipple was soothed with a hot mouth, tongue flicking the burning peak.

"Tell me again," he said. Voice deep and rough against her skin. "Tell me you're mine."

She reached down to take hold of his arousal, her hand smoothing his pre-cum over the tip, he groaned.

"Feel it," she whispered into his ear. "Feel what's yours."

He took his cock out of her hand and pressed it against her entrance, pressing the tip inwards. He paused. "Mmm, you feel so good."

His fingers dug into her flesh, clinging on for dear life as he gently rubbed the tip in and out of her entrance. "Fuck, MC...gods."

She tugged at his hair, pulling his head back. "Watch me," she said, panting. She rolled her hips, sliding further onto him. "See how much I fucking love your cock."

He thrust deep, filling her to the hilt, and then he couldn't hold back anymore. He began to fuck her so hard, her back scraping against stone, but she grit her teeth, her finger nails digging into his slick skin.

He gripped her tight and she had to brace her hands behind her, her breasts bouncing at the violence of his hips.

She had driven him so wild. He was relentless, pounding in to her, rocking his hips to find the sweet spot. Her moans were now cries, ripped from her throat as her legs began to tremble. He pressed a thumb to her nub, nudging it, until she clenched, his name spilling from her lips.

He released himself into her, burying his face into her neck, words of adoration whispered against her skin.

He stood there, panting, flushed, beads of sweat trickling down his face. She was still pinned to the wall, her legs like jelly, one sock still up, the other had slid down, wrinkled around her ankle. Her chemise was soaked with sweat from both of their bodies, a twisted damp scrap of lace and cotton.

Sebastian lifted his head from where it had been buried against her shoulder. He pressed the softest, most gentle kiss against her lips. She took his face in her hands. Their eyes met, both of them dazed and fucked out, their argument forgotten.

"I can't live without you," she whispered.

He kissed her again, soft, a whisper of lips. "You dont have to."

[roamingtigress]

Bedside Manners

You awake one morning to find two old men have broken into your house, kicked your dog off the bed and now you can't take your eyes off the old man yaoi action happening before your eyes. Fair warning, Zuckerberg; nipples get exposed here.

Gender-neutral reader x Vandermatthews! Based on a silly dream I had :3

Bedside Manners

by Roaming Tigress

It's the early morning hours and you wake up to feel something moving at the foot of your bed. It's not your dog, your cat, your spouse.

Is it some cheeky intruder who boldly forced their way through your bedroom window?

It might as well be.

You feel your cheeks flush as you make out the vague shapes of two men sitting on the edge of the bed. At least you *think* they're sitting on the edge of the bed.

You want to get a better picture of what is happening and you take advantage of your phone's flashlight setting.

Your cheeks flush more when you see who it is: Dutch and Hosea, the two camp dads as you affectionately call them.

And they're not just sitting on the edge of your bed. Dressed adorably in matching blue mango-printed silken pyjamas, they are making out with one other on your bed, with Dutch taking the lead. He slips a hand through an opening between the buttons of Hosea's pyjama top. While you think it's a sexy gesture, Hosea lets out a yelp of surprise.

"Your hands are cold, Dutch!"

Dutch flashes a sly grin to Hosea, leaning in more as he wags an eyebrow.

"Well, that means they need to be warmed up!"

"Oh, God, you . . . " Hosea gasped as that damn cold hand roamed underneath his pyjama top, his squirming only encouraging Dutch. "You old rascal!"

Oh, but Hosea wasn't going to just let Dutch get away with such cheekiness. He got him back when he shoved his hands down the hem of his pyjama pants and grabbed his ass. Alas, from your angle you don't get to see much of his ass; you instead get a little flash of a love handle and old man paunch instead. Just as you always wanted. Predictably, Dutch yelps at the sensation of his ass being grabbed, and to your amusement, his yelp is exceptionally high-pitched. Though Hosea taught him well, Dutch is not not as tough as he tries to show.

"Oh, shut up!" Hosea growls, and after steading the back of his head, locks lips with the Plan Man. You are certain those tongues are battling for dominance and yo uknow there can only be one winner.

For as far into each other as they are, you do not go unnoticed by them.

It was Dutch that first noticed you were watching them as you sat up in bed, mesmerized. He's a little excited about having an audience; you had an inkling that you thought he'd be into that sort of thing.

"OLD PEOPLE HAVE SEX, TOO!" Dutch barked out, much to Hosea's embarrassment.

Great, now the rest of the house has been woken up.

"Shhhh!" You hiss back. "You already sent my dog off the bed, do you want to wake up everyone too?"

Right about then, you realize that you just egged Dutch on. Hosea is shaking his head, but there's a little tiny smirk on the corner of his lips though, which tells you he's more amused than he's letting on.

There's a sly grin forming across Dutch's meticulously mustached lips. And then, to your amusement, he undoes a button of his pyjama top and playfully flashes you a nipple. "What's wrong with that? You could charge admission at the door for this."

You laugh. You can't help but laugh. The whole situation is just so . . . Silly.

You've thought of these two as an old married couple, not without their tragedy. You also think of each of the men in your way; maybe you think of Hosea as the shrewd one who could sell ice cubes to the iceman. Maybe you think Dutch as the charmer with the silver tongue who would benefit from modern mental health care, a complicated character you could do multiple-paragraph analysis on. But whatever and however you think of them, here they are being . . . Silly and inhibited here. Maybe they feel so comfortable in your presence, knowing that you appreciate these characters and what they bring to the table and enjoy them as a couple, and your lack of judgement with that is icing on the cake. And maybe, just maybe, they like to have an audience.

"I think they'll want to see more than a nipple!"

Dutch decides to flash a nipple for the *third* time. Now he's showing you both of them. How "How about two nipples?"

Aren't you lucky?

"Oh, don't encourage him!" Hosea lets out a dramatic sigh. He attempts to cover Dutch up as if he thinks they are intruding upon you enough. Did you really want to see a man's nipple when you're trying to get some sleep? Dutch though, with differing opinions, squirms out of it, revealing the other nipple anda little more skin,too. He's just happy to flash you his other nipple, much to your amusement.

What a show!

"Since when are you such a prude, Old Girl?" Dutch teases; you find that nickname so charming. His eyes are sparking with mischief; you know life rarely gets dull for Hosea with Dutch in his life to keep him on his toes.

"I know that couldn't have started last Friday. I'm still recovering!"

Now you're intrigued. Just what went down last Friday?

Although truly no prude, Hosea is the more private of the two when it comes to their sex life. He won't shut down a conversation about sex and in fact enjoys discussing it -- this is a very sex positive married old couple -- but he likes to leave a little intrigue. Sex is only a part of this couple's relationship but it's the decadent dessert they await at the end of each week. Sex for them is fire rekindling, a display of affection, even after all these years. And maybe an excuse to put Dutch in his place.

"I can assure you that nothing out of the ordinary took place on Friday."

Dutch of course, won't leave that be. He's feeling very sassy and you have to admit, you played a part in that.

"Well I'm not so sure that using a riding crop and reins and bridle on me is our -- "

Time for makeout session number #2.

Hosea pins Dutch down onto the end of the bed, establishing dominance in one smooth move. Maybe even a little tongue was involved. You could almost imagine what he was like in his prime; this man is 55 years old.

And it's not even Friday.

You wake up sometime in the morning, feeling very warm and cozy;and the source source of that warmth was entirely Vandermatthews powered.

Hosea's face is nuzzled under the crook of your neck, curled up as to not take up too much of your space. You pull an arm around him in a gentle squeeze as he lightly snores, right in your ear. And Dutch? Sprawled out across the bed, and partially on you too, since you might as well just be another pillow on the bed, an extension of the mattress. And yet, you can't resist ruffling that hair and tickling that chin; he closes his eyes with a silly toothy grin.

And your dog? Curled up in their bed on the floor and judging their bedside manners, and hoping in their next lives, they come back as a squirrel.

[theladyofdeath]

Better or Worse {19}

Nessian. Angst. Modern AU.

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A/N: Two more chapters! Thank you all for sticking along for the journey. Enjoy!

The weeks have passed by quickly and in less than twenty four hours I’ll be standing at the altar with my husband, renewing our vows.

Throwing a ceremony together so quickly has been exhausting, especially considering my book released last week, but I’ve actually enjoyed the chaos. My sisters have helped tremendously, even in the moments that I’ve insisted that I didn’t need their help. Nonetheless, tomorrow's success will go to them. We’ve all worked hard as hell, which is why the three of us are currently dressed in our finest and sitting on the rooftop of one of Velaris’ most prestigious restaurants. 

While Cassian, Azriel, and Rhysand are surely at some shithole bar, the three of us decided on a little class in celebration of tomorrow.

As the server fills our glasses and leaves the remainder of the bottle of wine in an ice-filled chiller, Feyre raises her glass in a salute. “I know toasts usually come at the end of the night, but we’ve never been the most conventional bunch. Nes, you and Cassian have been the pillar of strength for our group for so long. When shit gets hard, the two of you are the ones to step up and handle it. Your marriage is no different. Things may have gotten rough for a bit—” I roll my eyes at her understatement, but can’t pull the smile from my lips if I try. “But you didn’t let that break the two of you, you didn’t let that tear you apart like so many others would have. You never gave up on your love, on each other, and I’m so glad we get to celebrate that tomorrow.”

I clear my throat to push away the flood of emotion and we clink our glasses together. “Thank you. But the real toast should be for the two of you because if I had to plan this damn thing alone, I would have died.”

They laugh but it’s no joke.

I think it may have killed me.

Although tonight is supposed to be all fun and games, we go over our checklist one last time. We’ll have to get to the venue early tomorrow and finish decorating, but it shouldn’t be too bad.

“Is it weird that I’m nervous?” I ask, fiddling with the stem of my wine glass. “I mean, we’re already married, but this feels different.”

“I don’t think it's weird,” Elain says, cheeks already pink from the wine. “I think it’s nice. It just means that it means a lot to you.”

“I bet Cass is just as nervous,” Feyre says, chiming in. “And just wait until he sees you in your dress. I’ve never seen anything so sexy and elegant in my life.”

I grin. I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t been dreaming about Cassian's reaction when he sees the dress I bought. “Having to make it through the entire ceremony and reception is going to be torture for him, and I can’t wait.”

“Sadist,” Feyre mumbles, and Elain chokes on her last drop of wine.

She’s not wrong. The sheath of lace fits me like a second skin, the only ornamentation the occasional pattern of intricate beading and the sweetheart neckline dips just low enough to be alluring without being obscene. The lingerie I’ll be wearing beneath it is another story entirely.

Reaching for the bottle, I refill each of our glasses, setting it down at the edge of the table when it’s empty. “Listen, if he isn’t feral by the time we get home, something has gone horribly wrong.”

Home, because we aren’t going on a second honeymoon. We aren’t taking a trip or going anywhere, that’s not what this renewal was about. Sure, we’re having the ceremony and the party afterwards, but it’s to celebrate us.

Home, because there’s nowhere else we’d rather go and no one else we’d rather be with.

The food is earth shattering. By the time we’re done eating, I’m so full that I can hardly move. Cassian will be jealous that I ate so luxuriously without him, but it was too delicious for me to care. I feel a slight buzz from the wine, but nothing too daunting. I feel carefree and completely excited. 

With our empty plates in front of us, Elain asks, “Any news on the adoption front? You haven’t mentioned it in a couple of weeks.”

“We have a meeting with an agency set up for next week, actually,” I say, almost hesitantly, which earns two sets of worried glances in my direction. I shake my head. “I just kinda wanted to see how it went before mentioning it, I guess. I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up.”

Mine included. I have learned through my struggles with infertility that nothing is to be expected.

Elain reaches over and squeezes my hand. “We only want to be there for you. We’re here with you both on this journey, Nesta.”

Knowing that was the point of telling our family about our past struggles, I nod. “I know, and we've been talking a lot about it for the last couple of weeks, Cass and I. I’m getting…excited.”

The agency we’ve been in touch with works mostly with young, unwed mothers in Velaris who aren’t ready for a child. They know that there are loving families, like us, who would do anything to find that missing piece and they help connect the mothers and families. There’s no guarantee we’d meet the mother, as some women opt for closed adoptions, but we don’t care either way.

We haven’t even been approved to work with the agency yet, so I try not to get ahead of myself.

“We’re meeting with them at their office and if that goes well, we’ll have a home visit a few days after that.”

“A home visit?” Feyre asks, eyebrows rising. “That seems a bit quick.”

“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be,” I reply, swirling the wine in my glass. “This is to see if we even get accepted into the program. I’m sure there are going to be plenty of things we run into in this process that are frustrating, but it’s all going to be worth it in the end.”

“I think it’s beautiful that you want to adopt,” Elain says, eyes misty once again from those mom-of-infant hormones. 

We leave soon after and take a walk around the city before I’m back in my car, driving home. I love spending time with my sisters and I’m thankful for all that they’ve done, but I can’t wait to get home, can’t wait to get in bed. The sooner I’m home, the sooner I’m asleep, the sooner tomorrow will be here. 

Once I’m home, the house is dark and quiet. Greg is sprawled out on the couch and hardly stirs as I pass him to head upstairs. I’m not sure what time Cassian will be home but hopefully it isn’t too late. If he’s drinking, which I have no doubt he is, he needs time to sleep it off before the morning.

We’re not twenty-one anymore.

I sneak a peek in my office where my dress is hanging on full display so that the wrinkles are all out. Cass has been banned from this room and he’s done very good at avoiding it like the plague. He won’t be seeing me in this beauty until tomorrow. 

After I shower, I throw on one of my favorite t-shirts, one of Cassian’s, and brush my teeth and hair before sinking into bed. I just open my newest read when the front door opens and closes. It’s not long after when I hear a bang, clatter, Greg’s pissed off noise, and Cassian’s string of filthiest curses.

Maybe I should’ve left a light on.

I hear noises from the kitchen, noises that sound suspiciously like pots and pans being pulled out. I wait, listening, my book open on my lap, waiting for him to come to bed. Then I hear the microwave open and close.

Sighing, I throw the blankets back and head downstairs, making sure he hears me as I descend into the living room.

I hear a cabinet slam followed by another barked curse. Entering the kitchen, I lean a hip against the table and cross my arms, taking in the carnage around me.

The perks of having a chef for a husband: he makes delicious food for every anniversary, birthday, party, you name it.

The cons of having a chef for a husband: he makes questionable food when he’s drunk.

There’s a pot on the stove, pasta boiling away, while a pan filled with an unknown brown sauce simmers nearby. His trusty colander is already in the sink, waiting to be used, while he’s on his hands and knees, digging through the cabinets, looking for something. The microwave beeps, letting us know its contents are ready to be removed. He doesn’t even hear it.

I cross my arms and wait, thinking he’ll realize I’m here eventually. After another minute, listening to the microwave beep as it reminds us it’s done, I ask, “What are you looking for?”

A loud thump carries through the kitchen as Cassian bangs his head on the underside of the shelf he was searching through. He scrambles backward, which is honestly comical, before getting to his feet and facing me.

He freezes as his eyes rove over my body, taking in the t-shirt and the fact that I’m wearing nothing underneath it. “Mother’s tits, you’re so fucking hot. I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet.”

I smirk, welcoming the praise, but just then the microwave beeps again and he gasps. “Cheese toast.”

Blinking, I wait, making sure I heard him right.

Sure enough, he pulls a plate out of the microwave, consisting of two pieces of sandwich bread with cheese melted over it.

“Hungry?” I ask, chuckling as he tears into the cheese toast.

“Carbs,” he replies around a mouth full of cheese and bread, pointing a flailing arm at the pasta boiling on the stove, as if that explains it all. “Need carbs so I’m not hungover tomorrow.”

“You know another way not to be hungover?” I tease, sauntering over to him. “Don't drink your weight in liquor.”

“Baby, if I drank my weight in liquor I’d be dead,” he says, shoving the rest of the toast that’s not really toast in his mouth. “Have you seen me? I’m gigantic.” 

“Mhmm.” I’m close enough to him now that I brush his hair out of his face. “Where did those idiots take you?”

“The bar.”

I laugh, quietly. “I can tell that much. Which one?”

“Rita’s,” he croons. “They told her I’m renewing my vows tomorrow, and she gave us a free round of shots…multiple…multiple free rounds of shots.”

“Explains the whiskey on your breath,” I chuckle. “Well, I��m glad you had fun. Eat your noodles and come to bed.”

“You’re not staying?” He frowns. “Stay. Eat.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s after midnight. I’m old. I’m tired.”

“You’re not old, you’re…sexy in my shirt.” He grabs the old, thinned fabric and pulls me back towards him, but before he can make his move, the water boils over on the stove.

The words that come out of this man…I married a sailor. 

Despite being three sheets to the wind, Cassian is able to clean up quickly and salvage his meal. He plates his pasta and pours his sauce over it, which is a mix of barbecue sauce, honey, and orange marmalade, and smells much better than it has a right to. Just as I’m about to head upstairs, I pause to drop a kiss to the top of his head, telling him to hurry up, but his arms snake around my waist, pulling me down into his lap.

“Stay with me,” he grumbles, pressing his lips to my neck. “Please?”

“Eight o’clock is going to come super early,” I grumble, leaning back into his embrace.

With his free arm, he twirls the pasta on a fork and takes a big bite. “Sure as fuck is.”

We stay like that until he finishes eating, clearing his plate. I stand to take it to the sink, but as soon as I’m on my feet, he’s sweeping me into his arms.

It’s romantic, but with how much he’s had to drink, likely ill-advised.

“You better not fall down the stairs while you’re carrying me,” I threaten as he heads up to our room.

For a moment, he wavers, but just as I gasp he starts to laugh and straightens himself.

“Just kidding.”

I smack him on the arm which only seems to bring him more joy as he reaches the second floor landing and pads down the hall and into our room. He doesn’t drop me on the bed but brings me into the bathroom with him instead. He sets me on the vanity before pulling his shirt over his head and taking off his belt, giving me one hell of a show.

He knows I’m watching and he loves it, both of us shameless. 

After brushing his teeth and washing up, he kicks off the remainder of his jeans and scoops me up, yet again.

“Your hair is still a mess,” I grumble, my lips pressing against his shoulder.

“Sexy mess or disgusting mess?” He asks, and now that the alcohol is beginning to wear off, I can tell he’s exhausted. 

“Somewhere in the middle,” I say, and he chuckles as he lays me down in bed and crawls up behind me, wrapping me in his arms.

His body is warm, safe, my own personal haven. I don’t even think he realizes it, don’t even think he knows the magnitude of what his arms around me brings. I melt into him and close my eyes, sighing contentedly.

“Remember the night before our wedding?” He whispers into the darkness.

Laughing softly, I nod. “Yes, but I’m surprised you do.”

If I thought Cassian was drunk now, it was nothing compared to the state he was in when showed up on my doorstep at three in the morning. More specifically, the doorstep of my father’s house, where I was staying with my sisters that night. Feyre and Elain were both still in high school and I was never the best at making friends, so rather than going out and getting drunk the night before I got married, I hung out at home with my sisters.

Cassian, on the other hand, hung out with his brothers in our brand new apartment off campus and got trashed, thanks to one of the older guys in his fraternity buying them whatever they wanted as a wedding gift.

Rhys and Az had passed out in the living room and Cass decided it would be a good idea to come see me. So he called a cab and then he was there, drunk and stumbling and making so much noise that I’m sure my father heard him sneaking in. We fell asleep, just like this, in each other’s arms, just like we did every night. We didn’t care about any old wives tales about staying apart the night before. We wanted to be together, so that's what we did.

My father was not thrilled the next morning when he woke up and found Cassian sitting at the breakfast table.

“Dad was pissed.” I can’t help but laugh. “I knew without a doubt at that moment that I was making the right decision, marrying you.”

He hums. “Were you doubting it before my drunken escapade?”

“No,” I say, and run my fingers across the arm that’s slung around my waist. “But that just proved my feelings right. Validation.” 

He kisses the back of my neck. “I didn’t think I could love you more than I did back then. Didn’t think it was possible. But I do. I love you more now than I did then, and I’ll love you more tomorrow than I do today.”

I swallow as my eyes line with tears. “Save it for your vows.”

He huffs a laugh. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. My vows are way more romantic than that.”

I can’t wait to hear them, can’t wait to stand with him hand in hand and celebrate our marriage after all that we have overcome. As I drift off into a deep sleep, I once again know, without a doubt, that Cassian is my one and only, the other half of my soul, my lifelong partner and my best friend. 

I don’t know what I did to be this damn lucky.

[fyodior]

(CW: GUNPLAY, YOU DON'T GOTTA REPLY IF IT'S NOT YOUR THING NO WORRIES)

I LOVE YOUR BLOG YOU'RE JUST AS DEPRAVED AS I AM LMAOO

so I've been having these. Thoughts. Vivid thoughts. Shooting at shit from Chuuya's balcony while he stands behind you and rubs your clit. Previously you had been fucking as usual and then the gun on his bedside table had caught your eye and you suddenly turned the dirty talk into gun related FILTH "Do you think I could fuck your mouth with the barrel huh? You'd suck that shit like a dick" and at first he'd been a bit surprised?? amused?? Unnerved? But soon enough that man had to pull tf out cause just the thought of it made his dick almost fall off LOOOL AND THEN he'd beSO excited, like not knowing where to touch you first, wanting to fuck you harder, to fuck your silly little brains out BUT then he gets an idea so he tells you to throw on a shirt and leads you to the balcony where he teaches you how to work the gun (and it's so, so hot for the both of you, I'm talking innuendos, I'm talking technical gun related terminology almost whispered like it's dirty talk because It is because y'all are SICK, I'm talking WATCHING HIM AT WORK) and then he gives you the gun ( and almost cums just from watching you hold it) and tells you to shoot at whatever you want (neighbors and discretion and the law be damned, he's too turned on) and stands behind you, correcting your aim with one hand and going absolutely nuts on your clit with the other, whispering encouragements and whatever absolutely depraved shit comes to him in the heat of the moment and after the fourth or fifth shot he can't stand it anymore and fucks you right there on the balcony and lets you facefuck him with the gun as he kneels in front of you and/or lets you put it in his mouth while you ride him FULLY LOADED. SAFTEY OFF.

PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT ALL ALONE FOR MONTHS I HAVE MORE WHERE THIS CAME FROM AAAAAAA

OH???????? THIS IS SO INTERESTING

im literally hollering at the idea of just shooting at random shit LKFKLFL i also love the idea of fucking this throat with the gun omg but idk personally if id have it loaded bye fsldlkflslfds

i think how i'd envision it is slightly less chaotic, and more in tune with the mostly level-headed (when need be), logical chuuya - while the idea is fun, i don't personally see him letting you shoot at shit wildly off his balcony. he doesn't need nor want the cops on his ass like that. a mafioso like him needs to fly under the radar as much as possible. i can see him taking you to a private port mafia owned shooting range and demanding the place be deserted so its just the 2 of you, making it a very sensual experience. chuuya didn't originally have the plan of fucking you in the middle of the shooting range, but seeing how goddamn sexy you look as you concentrate so hard on aiming the handgun at the target in front of you, he can't help the way he gets hard in his pants. he comes up right behind you, arms wrapping around your own to help you properly aim, chin resting on your shoulder as he whispers directions and encouragement in your ear. he starts rubbing up against your ass too, your breath catching in your throat as you feel his hardon press against you. you'll tease him too.

"chuuya nakahara, are you hard watching me handle a gun?" you giggle, and he just shushes you and tells you to focus on the target in front of you.

and when he lets go to allow you to try and shoot on your own, he unbuckles his belt and tugs out his dig before tugging your pants down and sliding himself inside you. that's when he puts his arms back around you, helping you aim. again, its very sensual, slow, more of a cockwarming than a fucking, because the sight of you handling a gun is so goddamn hot.

and that's how i personally think it would go :)