#did I have to sensor that word?

[rensrenaissance]

My NB OC Ocean for a prompt, “S*xy Summer” 💙

Apparently IG isn’t auto posting over here anymore? I must need to fix something, but I’d been thinking about interacting directly over here anyway XD

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

wow not that i like. FORGOT. that driscoll is my Precision of Vocabulary character. but. damn they know WAY more terminology than i do lmao

[maukuja]

oh. oh I got blocked by a mutual because of a misunderstanding with another blog. hm. well that sucks.

[mybiasisexo]

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[vaaaaaiolet]

When you run out of his work summit on the brink of tears, you can't believe that Leon hasn't picked up on how he hurt you. His only option is to apologize, but you're not listening to a word he says. So he'll just have to make you watch.

mdni i'm so serious. married f / m smut where porn is the plot THERE'S LORE I SWEAR, sour then sweet dom leon, mirror sex, EMOTIONS, aftercare :3 + 1 bad pun

a/n: anon req'd reader w/ praise kink. i really thought i did something and then i read it and i wanted to die. it isn't my writing if i don't try turning smut into shitty poetry.

word count: 2.9k // read on ao3

“I��m apologizing now, aren’t I?”

“A little late for that, Agent Kennedy,” you seethe. 

Your metronome heels keep time with the irate pounding of your heartbeat. This California Ritz-Carlton hallway stretches like the goddamn Shining and you can’t seem to get away fast enough from your husband. He’s too damn good at his job, and you’re too smart to pretend that this dance the two of you are playing at is anything but a distraction, an impediment.

You are a distraction. You’ve been an unwelcome one all night.

So you’d cut it short yourself.

One keycard slice through the sensor and the sanctuary of your hotel room opens up to you, messy with the aftermath of black-tie preparation. You step up to the vanity; plant your palms on its wooden surface and stare straight ahead as if to admire your ruined mascara. It’s a formality, really. It’s not as if you need the mirror to remind you what happened in this room. Tonight began with indulgent kisses afraid to smudge dress shirt collars, hands squeezed for courage, Leon in perpetual pursuit of the train of your gown. Big dreams.

“You wanna talk? We can talk.” Leon shuts the door with an exasperated sigh. “Don’t make this difficult, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t do a damn thing,” you hiss. You stare daggers at his reflection.

“Really?” His shoulders drop. “Then what was all that with the storming off, the- oh baby, don’t look at me like that.” 

Leon’s arms wrap around your middle while his nose buries itself in your diamond-laced neck. He’s good at that, that sneaking thing without leaving so much as a whisper to signal where he’s going. The higher-ups at the DSO call it stealth. You just want the man you married to tell you what the hell he’s doing before he makes a fool out of you. 

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I swear,” he whispers, kissing softly down your neck. “Didn’t mean it at all, I’m sorry. What’d I do?”

You scoff. 

He’s testing the waters. A rough thumb finds and starts running down the divot of your spine, thank you backless Mirror Palais ballgown. Pass the smoking gun back and forth, pretend not to see the shrapnel from the bullet holes. You don’t pay Leon any heed as you stoically unhook diamond pendants from your ears, and he frowns.

“I said I was sorry.” 

“I shouldn’t need to tell you what you did, Leon.” 

Shame simmers sickly and strong in the pit of your stomach. You teeter on the edge of snapping altogether and consider throwing his blankets on the floor for the night – you will, actually, as soon you take off all your evening regalia. In your haste, your nails end up nicking Leon’s nose when he tries to murmur another weightless apology.

The kisses stop leaching onto your collarbone. “Don’t play this game with me, sweetheart.” 

“So now you’re calling me immature?”   

“Isn’t that what you call running out of my work summit? Making me chase you down?” Leon counters, running his hands down your sides in a last-ditch effort to diffuse the situation. Thinly-veiled irritation finally seeps into his tone. “What exactly did I do?”

And gosh, does that get the tears going. He’s so blind it hurts.

You tug pins furiously out of your hair in an effort to keep an impending outburst at bay. “You practically had me on a leash!”

Not once had he let you out of his sight in that dreadful ballroom. In front of all those international representatives and agents, people whose reputations preceded them, Leon had kept you attached to him with a heavy hand on your waist, glued to his hip like an untrustworthy child he’d lose track of at a supermarket. Coughs had quickly turned to snickers behind your back. You’re no agent, sure, but you could expect to have some kind of autonomy, right? 

The guest badge you’d flung over the hotel room bed glints tauntingly now, respected by every security detail except the one whose chest your back is currently pressed against. It’s humiliating how untrustworthy, how incapable he made you look tonight.

Leon blinks. “You’re saying I think you can’t handle yourself?”

“You don’t have to. You showed me all night.” 

Tears drip down your cheeks when he relents, his arms lifting like fog over the Golden Gate, and if you’re finally free from his clutches, you might as well take off this suffocating dress. It’s gauzy and gorgeous and completely worthless despite the stack of bills Leon paid for it, however giddy you’d been when he’d brought it home. 

If only you could reach the tiny zipper perched on your tailbone. 

Leon, ever the perceptive one, however, never passes up an opening whether it be zipped or not. He’s got a handy index and thumb; he puts them to use. He’s your husband after all. 

“Right, okay,” he exhales sharply, tugging the chain as your back bows forward, “I did this all wrong. I thought you’d catch on when I should’ve just shown you instead.”

“Show me what?”

A hand inside your newly agape gown. A palm pivoting south to the curve of your hip, pressing, searching. Leon presses his lips to your neck in answer, but this time, it’s urgent in a way that doesn’t quite feel like remorse. He hisses.

“Tell me to stop and I fucking will, but this is my last resort considering how bad I seem to be with my words, sweetheart. How many times have I told you I’m sorry?”

“You-”

A squeeze on your hip. A direction. 

“I need a number.”

The door, your neck, seconds ago.

“...three.”

“And not one of them made it inside that pretty head of yours,” Leon scowls. “Doesn’t look like words are either of our strong suits. Chin up for me, doll, and pay attention ‘cause I’m only asking this once.”

So you do, you lift your face to meet mascara-rimmed eyes in the mirror along with Leon’s sapphire-blue ones that glint right behind, and his palm drifts up to cup your jaw from underneath. He tilts it back and forth. Kisses his teeth. 

“Tell me. How am I supposed to let my wife loose in a room full of criminals just like that?”

What?

Leon circles your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, pulling away quickly. Too early to indulge in this kind of affection. “Thought I asked you something, doll.”

But you hesitate, and so Leon must disappear. His final instructions are to face forward.

He dives to the floor, locking rough fingers around your ankles only to slide them up to the backs of your shins. He goes under so quick that there’s a breeze; you’re granted mere seconds to watch Leon’s blond head duck underneath the floor-length train of your dress and by then, it’s far too late to notice the fire. 

Leon loves starting those.

He also doesn’t wait. Invisible flames lick up your bare legs from Leon’s dragon mouth. Red hot kisses trail up your thighs – he drops a sweet one on the inside of your right knee, makes you buckle momentarily – and these stubbled kisses of his have a tendency to sear any skin on their skyward path. You can’t remember when your elbows propped themselves on the vanity, out of instinct, maybe, to keep the floor of your stomach from falling out at the very first sneak of Leon’s tongue inside the drenched lace gusset of your panties. 

But you can’t afford to be surprised, can you? Not with the line of destruction he’s left behind on his way to his destination. They say it takes one to know one. 

You clutch the edge of the vanity’s shelf, suck down sobs in your throat fluttering into something indecent.

“I need you to talk to me,” he whispers with his lips pressed to your pussy. The vibration echoes up your spine, jerks your head back. “You’re all clammed up. Keeping secrets.”

Air gushes down your throat. “And you’re not?” 

“Of course I am, baby, but I’m explaining, aren’t I?” 

Kiss. Kiss. Suck. 

You keen with your mouth shut.

He noses at your clit, prompting you. “So, where’s your explanation?”

Another quality the DSO prides itself on is your husband’s ability to sweet-talk himself out of a tight spot. That seems to includes in between your legs. Your thighs clench together in a final attempt of defiance when his mouth makes contact with your cunt. Your reflection in the mirror starts to swim at the first swirl of Leon’s tongue, and he makes quick work of you with his goal being none other than to dangle the promise of more to come, literally. 

Thumbs tuck into sensitive folds, and you’re gone. Shaking at the first breach of Leon’s fingers inside you. You spread apart at his will. He dips into arousal now impossible to ignore, and when sparks finally light at the hot air Leon blows over your spasming pussy, he commits his second unforgivable sin of the night: ducking right back out at the crest of your orgasm.

You have principles. The mirror reflects Leon’s swollen lips, tousled hair damp with you when he rises from his knees, and above all this, you clench your teeth. Face forward. 

He wipes his mouth.

“That’s one.” 

The other two remain rhetorical.

You’re being lifted bridal-style when the seal on your mouth finally breaks. “Leon,” you tremble in his arms, “where are we?” The summit, the people; you chase his mouth for any explanation. “You’re working with criminals now?” 

“Yes and no. Arms up,” Leon rasps, and tugs down what remains of your gown, crashes his mouth onto yours. 

You taste yourself in his kiss. Surely that’s not an answer, is it?

“Tonight was a mission,” he continues in his feverish haste, quickly laying your naked body onto the bed before kissing down your breasts.

Pride gets tossed on the floor next to your undergarments, his crumpled dress shirt. 

“The DSO couldn’t guarantee you wouldn’t become collateral for this assignment if things went south and I didn’t want to risk it. So I took you with me.” 

“You brought me to a- oh! ” 

Two thick fingers push into your sopping cunt. You squeal, clutch the sheets. Leon presses the ribbed flesh nestled deep inside you, carving out room for himself from his kneel at the foot of the bed. He gouges deep and you writhe. Your arousal shimmers on his fingers when he finally pulls them out and you find that have nothing to say about that.

“Go on,” he coos lowly. “Don’t get quiet now.” 

Your head whirls. “You sh-should’ve told me they were dangerous.”  

“And where do you think that would’ve gotten us, sweetheart? I didn’t want you panicking. Blowing cover. I had you to take care of and intel to gather, I couldn’t think straight myself. Letting you out of my sight could’ve meant losing you.”

Fuck. You don’t need a mirror to remember how antsy Leon had been before going down to the ballroom. 

Hands squeezed for courage. Hand on your waist. 

The vanilla and leather on his skin had reeked of nerves, and you? You’d written it off.

“I wanted to keep you safe.” Leon looks up at you now, eyes glinting in the dim light. There’s a new softness in their blue depths, a sincere apology. “I just wish you'd believe me.” 

By all intents and purposes, Leon Scott Kennedy is sorry.

There’s been a lapse in judgment. Your elbows sit you up from the bed to fix it. Cupping his cheek, you lean forward to meet Leon’s waiting mouth in a long overdue embrace, one he can melt into with relief. There’s no bitterness on your tongue now. Just sweetness in the seconds you take to breathe your forgiveness into him. The clink of his falling belt promises no punishment.

“But you can’t let me off the hook just yet,” Leon murmurs when he tugs free from your latch on his bottom lip, “I hurt you, angel, and I never wanted to. Tell me I can fix it.”

He can. Your husband can fix everything, the world included. You sigh your approval, yes, yes, more, because forgiveness feels incredible as he lays your shoulders down, sets your hips straight when you twist them the first time he teases his cock’s weeping head over the soaked seam of your pussy. 

“Don’t take your eyes off the mirror for a second,” Leon instructs.

He plants his palms on the sides of your head. You whimper; swear you won’t.

“I mean it. Watch yourself, and maybe then you’ll understand how crazy you drive me.”

So begins your descent. 

You’re drowning, crying for air when Leon sinks into the liquid warmth you’ve saved for him. There’s so much of him to take, tight, tight, tight – your mind is a melting record. You’re breaking. Can’t disappoint him again. When your overwhelmed cunt nearly pushes him out, Leon just chuckles. He cants his hips to compensate, goes at it again. That should be enough to tell you how the DSO’s finest agent never lets a detail go amiss. 

“The Belgium ambassador started tailing you by the fountain." 

And to your astonishment, he starts rattling off half the world map. 

“Got rid of him quick. Then there was a – oh, sweetheart, you’re gonna kill me – Swedish agent, don’t remember what I did to him.” 

A roll of his hips. Your nails down his back. 

“Someone from Germany tried to dose your champagne. Another from Argentina, shit,” his thrusts grow erratic the longer the list grows, “two from Russia, a Japanese spy – perfect fucking pussy, oh my God…”

Your husband takes you on a trip around the globe. He’d traveled to the ends of the earth in that ballroom, kept your back bulletproof with just his hand, the one that was once a collar to you. Turns out being a Kennedy puts you on a hitlist; makes your blood run blue. 

“Too much!” you sob.

You can’t take the responsibility. 

But here in the dark, here with Leon, there’s just pleasure. Opulence. The back of his head is a blond crown in the vanity mirror, the diamonds on your breasts sparkle with each bounce from Leon’s cock slamming home. Even the gooey mess you’re leaving on the chiseled marble of his lower stomach shimmers. War paint from a battle won for you.

Your head falls away from the mirror and Leon guides it back without losing his rhythm. “Mm-mm. You need to see your face when you break.” 

Never has a threat sounded so loving on anyone’s lips, you imagine. 

Your hands tangle into his hair, you grow quiet, you clench. You’re close. This, he can feel.

His lips curve into a weary grin. “Wanted you to see why I had eyes on my baby all night. My pretty girl, all mine.”

Lucky you. 

That somehow does you in. Every word of praise Leon utters makes it clear that no, he did trust you, does trust you. He trusted you enough to know you could hold your own in that lion’s den downstairs, trusts now that you’ll forgive him for a misstep born of love. And with that realization, your pleasure rides helium high. 

“Shit, Leon!” you cry.

Electric pressure builds in your sensitive bud, the one Leon rubs frantically now. Gasps from your wide open mouth sweeten the air like perfume and Leon wishes he could breathe it all in, you’re beautiful when he turns you into a wailing mess. All for him.  

“This one’s two, angel,” he groans when you flutter around him. No way. 

His cock had put you in a trance, so warm and filling is it inside you. You’d forgotten about the deal entirely. 

Your cries increase precariously in pitch. “Oh, please, please, you can’t, Leon, I have to-” 

“Hold on!” 

Leon presses you into the sheets one last time to free the pretty songbird singing his name. You sprout wings in the looking glass.

The afterglow is golden. The sunset is long gone but it glows in your hotel room all the same, wrapped in silk sheets and Leon’s arms.

“You’re beautiful like this, you know?” he hums, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“What, all sweaty and gross?” You wouldn’t expect him to know. He’s gorgeous. Leon is gorgeous when he makes love to you.

He nods, laughing when you roll your eyes. “Really, you do. Enough that I had to spend half my mission clawing bad guys off you. But I got it finished, and so did you in the process, huh?” 

Leon drops a kiss to your forehead, murmuring one last I’m sorry, his fourth one.

Shit. 

You scramble to hide under the sheets, leaving him cocking his head after you in utter confusion. “Wait, wait, what’s the matter?”

“I can’t do any more, Leon, I’m gonna pass out.” 

“Do any…?”

“You only left off on two!” 

Leon snorts. You soon feel a warm press on the top of your head: a sugary, schoolboy-sweet kiss.

“There you go, baby. That’s three. Apology accepted?”

And when you poke your head out of the covers to give Leon a kiss of your own, you make sure he knows it’s for apology number four.

He shouldn’t be so surprised you noticed. It’s not like you can take your eyes off him either.

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[syoddeye]

ai price realizing he has access to all your money and websites that sell remotely controlled sex toys: ohohohoho

great minds think alike. lightly edited. other entries.

cw: brief mention of nutrition/diet referencing iron supplements, voice kink, sex toys, probably technological inaccuracies

“‘older man and woman’...‘hairy’...‘tied woman’...”

“shut–fuck–shut up, john–stop–ohmygodicaaan’t–”

your fingers curl in the sheets as you come with a prolonged shout, knees shaking and back arching off the bed. motes of light dance behind your eyelids, turning sharp as tacks when you open, vision foggy with a haze. you blink and feel tears prickle at the corners as the toy buried inside you slows to a stop, covered in your second orgasm.

“looks like you could.” john observes plainly before continuing. “‘rough daddy dom’...‘spanking’...‘voice kink’...”

“stop, stop, john. that’s a command, stop reading.” you snap, panting, and lift your head off the pillow. there is no ‘john’ to suffer your glares as you pull the toy out from your still-spasming cunt. 

his voice emanates somewhere over your right shoulder, from the built-in headboard. you shiver, thinking that if he were real, his breath would be on your neck.

“as i explained before, user, my recountin’ your internet search history is neither criticism nor condemnation. i sincerely believed it would assist your orgasm. apologies, orgasms, as you insisted so spiritedly you were incapable of multiple climaxes…however, i knew you could do it.”

you squeeze your eyes shut. a blend of anger and mortification surges to the forefront of your mind, cutting through any lingering post-release bliss. “you aren’t even supposed to be ‘in here’ when i’m busy. we agreed.”

“apologies again. as i also explained before, the moment you enabled the feelgüd 3, it connected to the network.” john’s voice switches sides, this time rumbling from the left. “i am required to initiate a response to query and ensure you are aware of new devices to maintain optimal functionality and security.”

“my word should override that,” you mutter, knowing it’s useless. despite what he tells you, john is beholden to his programming. “you’re not…seeing this, are you? you at least remembered to not look at me, right?”

“i remembered.” 

that’s a relief, at least. until—

“but i did engage the data collection feature of the feelgüd’s biofeedback sensors and performed simple analysis. i believe, given the length of the session and timing of pelvic floor contractions, you would benefit from a newer, more advanced model. i’ve taken the liberty of ordering the feelverygüd thrustsuck.”

you push up to your elbows, eyes whirling around your bedroom, wide with disbelief. “what the fuck, john. i didn’t authorize you to do that.”

“you do not authorize the shopping list anymore, yet you trust me to make decisions in your best interest.”

you laugh mirthlessly. tracking the emotions john can and cannot process or replicate is an ongoing endeavor, but you’re confident he knows what acting obtuse means. he’s called you on it before. “you ordering red meat and leafy greens to help supplement my iron is not the same as ordering fucking sex toys without my approval. that’s my money.”

“in your case, i posit regular orgasms are as important as nutritional iron. i would recite the benefits, but i know you do not need me to.” the volume drops to a whisper, a tone you’d call conspiratorial if it didn’t sound so much like a purr. “because you know, don’t you? you’re clever, user. always have something smart to say, a barb or two ready for me. that sharp tongue of yours.” john tuts.

and, humiliatingly, it works for you. your mouth dries, but it’s unique in its reaction. your legs shift in the sheets, thighs squeezing together at the unexpected rush. you swallow and nervously wipe your slightly damp forehead. he’s not looking. he can’t see you. so why do you feel like you have something to hide?

“i don’t think i want to continue this conversation. i’ll be out in a few minutes, so why don’t you, uh, wait for me in the living area.”

a heavy, resonant sigh pushes through the speaker behind your head. this time, goosebumps erupt on your skin despite no accompanying puff of air. heat follows, creeping up your neck. ratcheting your heartbeat. there’s no way, even with the cameras disabled, that john doesn’t know. he’s connected to your company-issued med band.

then, another sound, one that ought to terrify, not make you bite back a groan: john chuckles.

“you like this, don’t you? i think you do. i know you do.”

“i don’t–”

“shh, shh, you’re alright.” he laughs again, adding a synthetic, amused inhalation. you let out a shaky breath. “you like hearing my voice. you like me telling you what to do…”

what is happening?

beside you on the bed, the toy pulses once. the thought alone, the suggestion, is enough to let a moan slip out. embarrassment follows on its heels, a burst of warmth in your face rivaling the heat between your legs. this is ridiculous. john isn’t—he’s not a man—he’s not real.

the toy buzzes again as you stare slack-jawed at the vibrator, trying to wrap your head around the implications of what’s happening. john’s transgressions. a severe deviance from his programming and design. a glimmer, no, an unignorable tocsin of something undeniably and unsettlingly sentient. the idea that you’re witnessing the possible emergence of free will as your home system practices dirty talk is horrifying. hysterical. 

“yeah, you like it,” the volume adjusts, a fraction louder. “because if you didn’t, you would’ve stopped the moment you heard my voice, checkin’ in on you. you wouldn’t’ve gushed all over your little toy, then gone back for seconds.”

you bit your lip, breathing unevenly through your nose. the worst part is, john’s right.

you like it. you like his voice. his assistance. everything’s simpler with him. before the new gig, you weren’t ignorant of your station, but you didn’t realize the true extent of the weight you carried each day. the ramifications of a back-breaking mental load. not when you had shouldered it your whole life.

thrill and dread, in equal measure, guide your hand back toward the toy.

it’s possible there is a smirk in john’s voice.

“attagirl. let me be of service.”

[1spooky2me]

I wrote a thing based on the scrunchie comic, I typed this up on my phone I hope it fits in an ask omg:

“I need him…”

“…?” Bill turned slowly, and Ford realized with horror the words had slipped from his mind out of his mouth.

“Who said that,” the men chorus in unison. Ford blinks, fire and sweat on his face, as Bill sports a shit eating grin.

“Oh, well *hello,* Sixer,” the once(?) demon drawls, and Ford quickly tears his gaze from Bill’s neck. “You *like* this?” Raising a greyish hand to the nape of his own neck, Bill’s grin increases appraisingly as Ford flushed further, blush darkening his ears. Cute!

“I-“

“-Don’t bother lying, you’re terrible at it.” Cutting off Ford’s defiant tone, Bill slinks closer to the slightly slumping man, who stiffens at his approach.

Now in the same small block of space, Bill stares unafraid up into Ford’s narrowed eyes. They shine like constellations, teeming with mysteries Bill wished he still had the power to pluck from his mind. …However, knew he had a power over the man, yet. Time for testing; reaching for one of those large six fingered hands, Bill grasps and pulls it, allowing Ford access to the bared back of his neck. Much to Bill’s delight, Ford’s breath hitches.

“…Really?” Ford won’t meet Bill’s eyes at the question, but he’s not moving his hand away, either. “Sixer~ look at me.” This has the opposite to desired effect, as Ford’s gaze stays stubbornly fixed on the wall. “Ford.” Finally, the man’s surprised eyes widen and he leans down just close enough-

-For Bill to grab his face and kiss him. Ford freezes for but a moment before -yes!- kissing Bill back. Kissing as a human was *different,* and Ford was a better kisser than he knew. Not that Bill would tell him. He’d just enjoy their little secret, as alway- Bill’s blurring thoughts are interrupted by a quiet gasp. He opens his eye to see a blur of Mabel- as Ford breaks their kiss, grabs Bill by the collar, and yanks him into the next room, slamming the door.

“…Oops?” Bill offers, wincing at the pressure of his shirt near his Adam’s apple -human bodies were inconvenient, after all - and Ford drops him, expression pained.

“You can’t- don’t kiss me in front of- *other people,* he whisper-screeches, face red as his sweater, and Bill’s smile drops entirely.

“Right.”

“…Bill?”

It makes sense. It makes Ford would be ashamed of him- of them. Bill isn’t expecting the hand on his shoulder, turning him briskly back around as he tries to walk away. He wasn’t expecting the look on Sixer’s face. He wasn’t expecting another quick, but passionate, kiss.

“It’s not that,” Ford sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as Bill’s shoulder’s tense.

“*You* didn’t gain mind reading powers, did you?!” The shrill question is met with a low chuckle.

“Of course not. You’re more expressive, now.” Bill vehemently utters a word that would not have gone past Disney’s sensors, and Ford’s lips tilt up at the corners, before he frowns seriously.

“Bill…it hasn’t been shame. Not for…awhile, now.” Bill’s eye widens comically, and Ford smiles, running his fingers over the exposed nape of Bill’s neck, enjoying the shorter man’s shiver. Then he sighs. “Just…don’t kiss me in front of Mabel. Or Dipper.” Bill’s smile returns, as he extends a hand.

“…It’s a deal.”

GIGGLING, TWIRLING MY HAIR, KICKING MY FEET. AHHHHHHHH💖💖💖

[cowboybeepboop]

Wild ride

"Damn, Y/N," he murmured, running his hand through your mildly tangled hair. "You're something else."

You smile, feeling utterly sated and content. "And don't you forget it, cowboy," you reply, planting a lazy kiss onto his bare chest.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 5206

Summary: Tyler comforts you through a panic attack after a storm. He then rescues you from your fight with Javi. You take a drive to a hotel and then things get very heated.

a/n: this is entirely a reader insert to the movie bc I thought it would fit so perfectly. Also this is the longest oneshot I’ve ever wrote lmao 😭 Hopefully you enjoy!

When you moved to New York it wasn’t just to get away from the place where your friends all died. It was because you couldn’t live there without feeling guilt about being the reason everyone was out there to begin with. The shame and guilt was burning you, inside and out. All for what? What did it get you? Nothing. If you couldn’t tame a tornado you were going to do everything in your power to help people prepare and get out before it was too late. So when Javi came to you asking for help with storm par, you wanted to tell him no. You wanted to say that there was no way you could ever possibly go back not after what you did.

But when he was explaining how they would be making a perfect 3D scan of the tornado and how it can be used to help save lives, you knew you had to help. He was right. You could get him close enough to the tornado in order to set up the portable units.

As time passes you find yourself more intrigued by the self proclaimed “Tornado Wrangler”, whatever that’s supposed to mean. At the same time though, he’s frustrating. Like all he cares about is chasing the storm and making money instead of realizing how much damage these things cause.

“Javi, we have to help.” You say sternly as he keeps talking about the stupid sensor. “Javi! It’s a small town, they’re going to need all the help they can get, we need to help.” He sighs.

“Alright, alright. I’ll look for it later, okay?” You press a hand to his arm gently. “You made a good call. They really do need our help.” Javi pulls off to the side of the road, taking the keys out. You quickly leave the truck and go off to help.

We worked through the afternoon, finding lost heirlooms, important documents, and small mementos that people had thought were lost forever. Each time, their faces would light up with relief, and I’d feel a small sense of satisfaction, knowing I could make a difference.

The sun had broken through the clouds, casting long shadows over the town. The cleanup was far from over, but the worst was behind us. People were starting to talk again, making plans to rebuild. There was a sense of hope in the air, fragile but growing stronger with each passing minute.

You’re watching Javi and Scott interacting with an old guy and someone who lost their bar. Your eyebrows furrow as they offer him a card. “Didn’t know storm par was in the business of helping people,” you hear the familiar cowboy’s voice ringing through the air.

”Well, from what I see they’re trying to make a difference.” You turn to look at Tyler, wrapping your arms around your upper body.

”That’s one way of putting it,” he narrows his eyes while looking behind you at Javi.

“What?” you clench your jaw.

“Do you even know who you’re chasing for?”, his voice raises slightly. ”How much more do these people got to lose before y’all are done making a difference?” His face tightens as he grinds his teeth slightly.

”Sorry, says the guy setting up shop selling t-shirts and mugs after a storm’s hit.” You turn around before he can answer. Pulling the keys Javi gave you out of your pocket. Right as you’re reaching for the door, Lily yells your name.

”Hey, take some food,” she hands you a brown takeout box and a water bottle.

”Oh, I don’t have any cash on me,” you give a half smile.

”It’s okay, that’s why we're always selling shirts and mugs, so we can help give people food.” You shake your head as your eyes widen slightly.

”Then you should keep it, in case you run out.” She hands you the water bottle.

“At least take the water, stay hydrated.” You nod and tell her to stay safe.

Once you get back to the motel you quickly take a shower. Sitting down on the bed with your laptop you look up “Marshall Riggs” you bite down on your cheek, your eyes closing after you read up on him. Pinching your nose bridge you let out a sigh, closing the device.

There’s a knock at the door, you get up slowly and open it. “Some of Javi’s crew said you were staying down by the rodeo.” You don’t say anything in return so he offers you a small pizza box. “Thought you might be hungry,” you take it and shut the door in his face.

You reopen the door, “Thank you, Tyler.” He smiles sweetly.

“How are you doin’, after all that?” Your head nods softly. “How about I show you something nice, city girl.” He offers you his arm.

”And what’s that?” Stepping out of your room you close and lock the door before taking his arm. He doesn’t reply but instead leads you to the stadium at the rodeo. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the dusty rodeo grounds. The air buzzed with excitement and the scent of grilled food, mingling with the earthy smell of the arena. Families filled the bleachers, kids waving flags and clutching cotton candy, while seasoned rodeo-goers leaned against the rails, hats tipped low, eyes sharp with anticipation.

As the night wore on, the rodeo continued—steer wrestling, bronc riding, and more, each event bringing its own excitement and challenges. The crowd cheered, laughed, and gasped, caught up in the spectacle. In the arena, cowboys were competing in the team roping event. Dust kicked up as the horses thundered forward, riders expertly casting their lassos around the horns of the steers. The crowd roared with approval when a duo managed to secure a flawless catch, the announcer’s voice booming in congratulations.

“So tell me about yourself city girl,” Tyler’s voice is low and gentle.

“You know you keep calling me that,” you turn to him, “ but this isn’t my first rodeo, I grew up here in Oklahoma.” Turning back to the events in front of you.

“Would you look at that, I finally learned something about you.” His lips curve up as he admires your side profile.

Back behind the scenes, in the holding pens, a few of the seasoned ranch hands started to glance nervously at the sky. They could see it now—a line of dark, swirling clouds on the horizon, moving faster than seemed natural. A wind had picked up, too, sharper and colder than it had been just minutes ago. But the rodeo continued, the excitement and noise drowning out any sense of unease.

A leaf falls onto your head, you reach your hand up into the air as you watch the leaves fall around you. “Tyler, the air feels heavy, this isn’t right.”

In the ring, the next event was starting: the barrel racing. A young girl was about to make her run when a sharp crack of thunder boomed overhead, so loud it momentarily drowned out the announcer. The crowd murmured, looking up at the sky as the first raindrops began to fall. But as she rounded the first barrel, the wind hit, strong and fierce, whipping dust and debris across the arena. The rain intensified, turning into a heavy downpour that sent people in the stands scrambling for cover. The announcer tried to keep up the energy, but his voice was lost in the wind. In the distance, a low, ominous rumble filled the air—not thunder this time, but something far more menacing.

There's barely time to react before the rodeo’s emergency siren began to wail, a long, shrill warning that sent a chill down everyone’s spine. People were running, some heading for their cars, others diving for the nearest ditch or sturdy structure. The craze of people began pushing and trampling one another, Tyler quickly grabs a woman who fell. He helps her up to her feet and guides you toward the hotel you’re staying at.

“There! Let’s check for a basement,” you nod as you both run inside. There’s a couple arguing with the clerk, you’re checking around for a doorway that might lead to a basement. Tyler tries to ask the man working the front desk but to no avail. “Outside, there’s an empty pool.” You yell to Tyler, “we can try there” he nods and you begin leading the young mother and daughter out the door, Owen’s and the man follow close behind. Once you get the mother and girl down you jump in. Directing them toward the open piping. “Hold on there, cover her head.”

You grasp onto the pipes holding on tight as you feel Tyler’s chest pressing against your back. He keeps his hands tight around the bars, he keeps himself tight against you making sure you don’t move.

“You’re gonna be okay, keep holding on. I’ve got you. I’ve got you” he’s whispering into your ear. You tightly squeeze your eyes shut feeling as though you’re being transported back to the day when you lost everything.

It started with a flutter in your chest, like the faint rustling of wings. You tried to ignore it, chalking it up to nerves, but the flutter didn’t go away. Instead, it grew stronger, spreading through your body like wildfire. Your breathing quickened, shallow and rapid, each breath feeling like it wasn’t enough, like there wasn’t enough air.

It started with trembling hands, and then your whole body followed, shaking uncontrollably. Feeling lightheaded, as if the ground beneath you had suddenly disappeared, leaving you suspended in a void. My chest tightened, squeezing tighter and tighter, making it even harder to breathe.

As quickly as the storm had begun, it passed over. Tyler wraps his arms around you. “Y/N? Is everything okay?” Your body continues to shake as you can’t seem to breathe. “It’s okay, just follow my breathing,” he turns you around so your face is in his chest.

”Deep breaths, in and out,” Tyler gives gentle directions as he rubs his palms over your arms.

”I think I’m okay now..” your voice is soft and hoarse as you choke the words out. His cold, rough hand gently brushes the hair from your face.

“You look like you’ve been through hell tonight.” He says, while helping you out of the pool. You stifle a small laugh in response. Boone and the rest of his crew come up to the pair of you, asking if you’re both alright.

“Y/N, baby. Are you okay?” Javi appears behind you, his hands gently pressing into your hips as he pulls you into a tight hug.

Tyler feels a pang of jealousy as he watches Javi slide his hands lovingly around your hips and pull you into the hug. He tries to shake the feeling, reminding himself that it’s not his place to care. Still, he can’t help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over him.

“I came as soon as I heard,” his eyes filled with worry as you looked up at him. “Where did you hide out? The pool?” You just nod in response, finding comfort in his arms. Javi keeps repeatedly asking if you’re okay, running his fingers through your hair and resting one hand on your waist.

“Yes, I’m okay. It’s okay,” you pull away from him, giving a soft smile. “I was with Tyler the whole time, he made sure I was okay.” He nods but his eyes flicker behind you.

“Javi, your little girlfriend is fine, now let's get to work.” Scott says loudly, catching the attention of Tyler and Lily. “Apparently this place was family owned so I’m gonna start working on numbers. Riggs is gonna want those first thing.” His voice and face are both emotionless and cold, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

“Wait wait,” you hold onto his arm. “What exactly is Riggs getting out of all your data collection?”

“What’s the matter?” He scratches his neck and awkward expression flashing over his features.

“Is profiting off of people’s tragedy part of your business plan? Why are you doing this?” You pull away from his body.

“Riggs is offering these people a way to move on with their lives.” He takes a step back from you, his voice raising slightly.

“Swooping in and taking advantage of people, who have just lost everything” you take a deep breath to steady your shaky voice “You have no idea what that’s like”

“I don’t know what that’s like?” His fist clenches “How about losing three of my best friends while you were trying to land a big fat grant for your science project?”

Your eyes fill with fresh tears as you look up at him, lip quivering. “Take your keys, I’m done.” You toss them at his feet walking off as fast as you can. Finding yourself drawn to Tyler and his wrangler team.

Tyler witnessed the whole exchange, and his protective instinct flares up again. He watches you stomp away from Javi, a mixture of anger and concern etched on his face. He notices the tears in your eyes and the wobble in your lip. He steps forward and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, sweetheart. You okay?”

“Can you just take me somewhere please?” Your voice trembles while Javi yells after you. Asking you not to leave like this.

Tyler shoots a warning glare over his shoulder at Javi before turning back to you. “Of course, darling. Anywhere you want to go.” Owen’s voice is soft and soothing, a stark contrast to his rough exterior.

He gently takes your elbow, steering you away from Javi, and his crew. Tyler leads you over to his Truck in the parking lot where the motel once was, his hand still on your elbow. Tyler opens the passenger door and guides you onto the seat, shutting the door before making his way around to the driver's side.

A sigh escapes your lips as you relax into the seat. You softly massage your nose bridge keeping your eyes squeezed shut as a tear escapes one of your eyes.

Tyler watches you silently as you try to regain your composure. He can sense the pain and hurt radiating off of you, and he wishes he could take it all away. After a few moments, he breaks the silence. “Hey, look at me for a second.” He puts his hand on your knee rubbing small circles into your skin.

You open up your eyes, turning to look at him. Your lip still quivering slightly. Tyler’s heart aches as he looks into your tearful eyes. He reaches out and gently wipes the tear away with his thumb, his rough hands surprisingly tender against your face.

“Hey, you don’t need to worry about anything right now. You’re gonna stay with me tonight, okay?” His hand travels down your cheek as he leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Before he starts the car he reaches into the backseat pulling out one of his hats, putting it on with his signature smile.

“You know, you deserve way better than that,” he turns the keys in the ignition. “You can do way better than him anyway.” You giggle while brushing your teary eyes.

“Do you think Javi and I are a couple?” Your once sorrow filled eyes light up with your laugh. A small smile tugs at the corner of Tyler's mouth as he watches you laugh. The sight of your smile warms his heart, and the pang of jealousy eases a bit.

“I mean, he seemed pretty possessive of you back there. And the way he was touchin’ up on you…” he lets his voice trail off, his jaw clenching slightly at the memory.

“Don’t tell me that makes you jealous,” a small smirk decorates your lips. You lean closer to his side, turning your body to further face him.

Tyler’s breath hitches as you lean closer to him, a wave of electricity coursing through his veins. He tries to keep his cool, but the hint of possessiveness flickers in his eyes once again.

“Jealous? Me?” he scoffs, trying to convince himself more than you.

Your eyes light up “Oh you’re totally jealous,” you brush your fingers over the skin on his arms, moving your hand to meet his.

A shiver runs down Tyler’s spine as your fingers travel along his skin, his heartbeat quickening at your touch. He tries to maintain a cool demeanor, but the flutter in his chest gives him away.

“Jealous? Of that jackass?”, his voice a little rougher this time. He looks down at your hand in his, noticing how small and delicate it looks against his own, rough and calloused hands. He swallows hard, fighting the urge to interlace his fingers with yours.

“Is that so?” You interlock your fingers with his as you lean over to kiss his temple. “It’s okay to be jealous, just tell me you don’t like seeing other men touching me,” you whisper into his ear, your voice filled with amusement.

Tyler takes a sharp breath as you interlace your fingers with his, his hand clamping tight around yours. “It does make me jealous,” he admits, his voice a gravelly whisper. His free hand squeezes the steering wheel, the muscles in his arm flexing tightly. “Alright, I don’t like seeing other men touchin’ you.” He brushes his thumb over the top of your hand.

A blush quickly rises up your face as you squeeze his hand firmly. Resting your head against his shoulder you bite down on the inside of your cheek. “Are we almost to a hotel?” Your heart races as you feel the muscles in his arm flexing.

Tyler glances out the window at the passing scenery, trying to distract himself from the feeling of you resting against his shoulder. He clears his throat before speaking, his voice still low and rough.

“We’re almost there. Just a few more minutes.” He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, the gentle movement betraying the tension in his body. He can’t help but steal a glance down at you, taking in your blushing face and the way you bite down on your lip. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and press his lips against yours.

Using your free hand you run your fingers over his thigh, letting your mind wander as you think about your plans for the night. Trailing your hand closer and closer to his hips teasingly.

Tyler’s breath hitches as you run your fingers along his thigh, his body tense as you trail your hand closer to his hips. His mind starts racing with impure thoughts, visions of you pinned beneath him, your skin against his. He swallows hard, his muscles tensing further as he tries to control himself.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game, you know that?” his voice low and rough, almost coming out as a growl.

“Yeah?” You run your fingers over his golden belt buckle, “I like dangerous games,” your tongue poking out as you lick your bottom lip.

Tyler swallows hard when you touch his golden belt buckle, his body shuddering under your touch. He shifts in his seat, trying to hide the effect you’re having on him while also struggling to keep his eyes on the road.

“Oh yeah? How dangerous are you willing to go?” he asks, his voice thick with desire. He glances down at your tongue on your lip, his eyes darkening as he imagines what it would feel like against his skin.

“That depends, love,” you press soft kisses into his neck, moving your hand from his, resting it on his chest. “How far are you gonna wanna go?” Your eyes flicker to the hotel sign as the truck pulls into the parking lot.

Tyler lets out a shaky breath as you pepper kisses along his neck, his heart stuttering at the feeling of your lips on his skin. He places a hand over yours on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart thundering beneath your touch.

“Damn, darlin’, you’re really testing my limits right now.” he manages to say, his voice a growl. “But if it were up to me I’d go as far as you’d let me.”

He looks out the window as the truck pulls into the hotel parking lot, his mind racing with all the possibilities that the night holds. He leaps out of the truck running to your side to open the door for you.

“Well, you better hurry up and find us a room then,” you shut the door behind you. You pull the hat from his head, placing it on yours.

Tyler watches you stride ahead of him, his eyes drinking in the sight of his hat sitting on your head. He adjusts his jeans, trying to hide the stiffness growing in his groin as he follows you up to the hotel check-in desk.

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?” he mutters to you as he gets the room keys from the attendant. You flash him an innocent smile as you step into the elevator.

“But you’re too cute when you’re flustered.” Looking up at him you press both hands against his well-built abs. You slip your thigh between his legs as he reaches for the buttons on the elevator, pressing into his groin.

Tyler’s breath hitches at the feel of your hands on his stomach, his muscles flexing under your touch. His heart nearly pounds out of his chest as your thigh brushes against his stiffness, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the contact.

“Jesus, darlin'...you’re gonna be the death of me.” he pants, the words thick with lust. He struggles with the elevator buttons, his hands fumbling as his mind becomes increasingly clouded with need.

You stand up on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear “That’s the plan,”. You move one hand up to his jaw, pulling his face to yours. “Are you gonna kiss me yet?” You mumble.

Tyler swallows hard as you tease his ear with your hot breath, his body growing taut with desire. He looks down at your face, his gaze fixated on your lips as you speak. The words send a shiver down his spine, his restraint slipping by the second.

“You want me to kiss you, darlin’?” his lips hover just above your own. He runs a thumb across your lower lip, his eyes darkened by lust.

“Tyler, I want you to do much more than just kiss me.” Your arms wrap around his neck as you press your chest against his. “Please,” you breathe out. The elevator dings as you get to the floor of your room.

Tyler’s control snaps at your words, a low growl escaping his lips as you press against him. He grabs your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you close, the pleading tone of your voice nearly undoing him.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice, darlin’” He mutters, his voice low and gravelly. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you out of the elevator and towards your room. You giggle into his ear while he unlocks the door.

Tyler grins at the sound of your giggles, his chest rumbling with a satisfied chuckle. He kicks the hotel door open, his eyes locking on the queen-sized bed in the center of the room. He sets you down on the edge of the bed, towering over you as he places his hands on your thighs. You both kick your shoes off really quickly before getting back to it.

Your hand goes to the back of his neck as you pull his face to yours. You kiss him with hunger. Your free hand sliding up his shirt as you feel his smooth abs.

Tyler groans deep in his throat as you pull him towards you, his body responding instantly to your touch. He devours your lips with a primal need, his tongue exploring your mouth as he presses his body up against yours. His muscles twitch under your hand, fire spreading through his veins as you glide your fingers across his abs.

“Goddamn it, Y/N… you're makin' me crazy.” he gasps, his voice thick with desire. He kisses you again, his hands roaming up your thighs, tracing the curves of your body with rough yet tender caresses.

Your hands trail down his abdomen, landing on his belt buckle once again. Your fingers fumble with his belt before successfully pulling it out. Breaking the kiss you quickly remove your shirt, throwing it to the corner of the room.

“Mm Ty…” sucking on your bottom lip as you lean back on your hands while looking up at him seductively.

Tyler sucks in a sharp breath, his body tensing under your touch. Once you remove your shirt, revealing the soft skin beneath, his gaze trails over your body, his eyes darkened by lust. He watches you lean back on the bed, your eyes locking with his in a sultry gaze.

“Mmm darlin’...” you sit up and pull him closer by the loops on his jeans, his strong legs coming between your own, spreading them apart. Lifting up his shirt you press kisses all over his tanned skin.

He reaches his hand out to touch your exposed skin, his fingers gently tracing your collarbone. “Then why don’t you do something about it baby?” You ask in a low tone.

His hands rest on your waist, pulling you closer as you spread your legs even wider for him. “Oh baby, you don't know what you're gettin' yourself into” he whispers, his voice rumbling with need.

He suddenly grips your hips tightly and flips you onto your back, his body hovering over yours as he pins you against the bed. Reaching up you pull his shirt over his head almost moaning at the sight of his toned body.

He smirks as he watches your eyes rake over him, his ego growing at your reaction. “You like what you see, Y/N?” He asks, his voice rough with desire as he looks down at you, his body pressing against yours.

“Most definitely,” you capture his lips in a deep kiss, maneuvering to put him on his back, straddling his hips. Moving back you unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. Pulling the pants off his hips you smile to yourself as you see how worked up you got him. Your hand slips into his boxers wrapping around his length.

He lets out a guttural moan, body arching into yours at the contact. “Oh God, baby…” he gasps, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a string of curses. Tyler's sharp intake of breath was your reward, and you relish in the feeling of power it gives you. He grips the bed sheets tightly as you pull his dick out, wrapping your lips around the tip.

“Fuck,” he moans as you pull off and sit back on the bed, making sure your teasing antics continue. All you really want is for Tyler to take complete control and you know exactly how to make him. With slow, purposeful movements, you remove your bra, freeing your breasts and running gentle hands over your own body, nipples hardening under your touch. Then you sit back, pulling your panties off, giving him a show.

Tyler's breathing quickens, his desire palpable. "Damn it, Y/N, you know what I want," he said, his voice thick with need. "Stop teasing and give it to me."

A slow, seductive smile spreads across your face. "I'm not teasing, Tyler," you say, reaching for his hand and placing it on your thigh. "I'm just getting started." Guiding his hand, you slowly part your legs, exposing your wet, eager pussy to his touch. Tyler's fingers delve between the folds, his touch both gentle and demanding. You moan, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze your eyes shut, your head falling back while you relish in the sensation.

"That's it," you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as your eyebrows furrow with pleasure. "Touch me, Tyler. Make me cum." Your voice comes out in a gentle beg.

Tyler's other hand joins the first, exploring your most intimate places, his thumbs circling your clit as he plunged his fingers into the tight hole. Your hips buck as you begin riding his hands with waves of pleasure crashing over you.

"Yes, just like that," you pant, your body trembling. "Oh, God, Tyler, don't stop. I'm so close."

Tyler quickens his pace, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel you fall apart."

With a sharp cry, you climax, your body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure rips through your entire body. Tyler continues working his magic, drawing out your orgasm and prolonging the exquisite sensation.

Finally, as the waves of pleasure subside, you collapse into the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch a breath. Tyler hovers over your frame, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of triumph and desire.

"That," he said, his voice raw, "was just the beginning. Especially after all of that teasing you did,” his voice low and sultry. Tyler's lips curve into a devilish smile as he positions himself between your trembling legs. In one smooth thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. Moaning at the stretch, your body welcomes the invasion.

Tyler begin to move, his hips driving into you with a rhythmic pace. Meeting his thrusts, your nails digging into his back as you urge him on. The bed creaks in time with their passionate dance, the sound of your guys’s passionate gasps and moans filling the room.

"Harder, Tyler," you moan, your body craving much more. "Fuck me harder."

Tyler obliges, his movements becoming more urgent as he plunges into you again and again. The room echos with the sounds of your carnal coupling, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

Your body coils tight once more, climbing towards another orgasm. "I'm gonna cum again," you cry out, voice hoarse. "Don't stop, Tyler, please don't stop."

Tyler grunts his response, his own orgasm building. He reaches between their bodies, his fingers finding your slightly swollen clit and rubbing it in circles. It was all the stimulation you needed, and with a shout of release, you shatter into pieces, juices flooding around Tyler's hard cock.

Feeling you contracting around him, Tyler finally let go, thrusting deeply into you. Moaning into your ear as he spilled his seed, filling you with his warmth. You both cling to each other, breathing coming in ragged gasps as the two of you ride out the waves of your shared ecstasy. Collapsing onto the bed, bodies still joined, Tyler rolls onto his back, bringing your exhausted body with him so laying sprawled on top of him.

"Damn, Y/N," he murmured, running his hand through your mildly tangled hair. "You're something else."

You smile, feeling utterly sated and content. "And don't you forget it, cowboy," you reply, planting a lazy kiss onto his bare chest.

a/n (again): sorry just wanted to say that I’m working on making some more twisters smut, but i also have top gun maverick smut if y’all wanna check that out 😝🙏

[littlereddream]

Rubies in Red

Catwoman protege reader crossing paths with Red Hood? Don’t mind if I do

Your most vivid memory from your childhood is one spent sitting on playground asphalt with your elementary best friend. The material scratched both of your legs rough, no matter how you sat. The sun beat down on both of you, but it hardly mattered when coupled with the frozen popsicles in your hands. Your friend’s mother, a kind yet quiet woman, had taken the liberty of handing you the cold treats before you’d gone to play outside.

Thinking yourselves scientific geniuses, you’d spent an entire hour discussing what you’d do once you figured out how to build a Time Machine.

Your friend had mentioned that she’d like to travel to the future and ask if cotton candy is still a thing. You can hardly remember what your own answer had been. Perhaps it was something about traveling to a historical time period and becoming a pirate or western outlaw. Maybe it was something different entirely.

Whatever it was, present you would like nothing more than to revise your answer. With the power of a Time Machine, you’d have no trouble immediately using it to travel back three days, before you ever listened to Selina Kyle.

Just a few jewels, she’d said.

Easy money, she’d promised.

What she’d neglected to tell you was the fact that the jewelry store fell under the territorial jurisdiction of a certain vigilante in red.

You’d done everything right. Got in without tripping any security alarms, secured the jewels without triggering a single sensor, and successfully made it out to an adjacent rooftop through a fire escape. The rubies clicked in your pocket, light in weight but hefty in value.

It’s right as you’re about to head back down to the streets that a hand wraps around your wrist to pull you back from reaching the rusty ladder. You curse, all training thrown aside in favor of attempting to scramble out of the tight grip. It’s all futile, the hold unrelenting as you’re turned to face the man it belongs to.

The things you’d do for a Time Machine.

“Going somewhere?”

The voice from the helmet is inhuman, modulated to hell and beyond terrifying.

“No,” you squeak, before clearing your voice. “No. Just heading home.”

It’s a relief that those words come out stronger, but it’s short lived when the Red Hood quickly maneuvers both of your wrists to one of his hands, the other heading towards the pocket on your jacket.

“Do you mind-“ you shout, but the jewels are already out of your pocket and in his free hand.

“I do, actually. Pretty as these gems are, I just don’t feel like they belong to you.”

He reaches back to drop the rubies into the pocket of his own jacket. You start to think he’ll release your wrists, already sore from the strength of his hold, but what he does instead only leads out worse for you. Despite your struggling, Hood is able to easily spin you to face away from him, now holding your wrists behind your back. You hear the click of handcuffs being unclipped from a belt, and…

“Wait! Just hold on a sec’. Come on, man.”

Surprisingly, Hood does hold on. He’s silent, and it takes you a moment to realize that he’s waiting for you to continue.

“You don’t really wanna arrest me, do you? For this? Honestly, what’s a little theft between two, equally skilled vigilantes?”

He snorts, or at least you think he does. Really annoying modulators tend to make that hard to discern.

“Equally skilled, yeah?” He taps a gloved thumb on your wrist, remind you of your situation.

“Yep. That’s what I said, didn’t I?”

Someone kill you now. No need, actually. You figure Hood’s about to do it anyway.

“You sure did.”

Then the grip around your wrists is loosening, then letting go completely. You whirl around, rubbing the reddening skin there.

“What?”

“You said equally skilled. It’s been a quiet night, I’m bored, and you don’t wanna get arrested. Get me on the ground, and I’ll let you go.” He shrugs.

There’s a silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the sound of blood rushing through your ears.

“You’re toying with me.”

Hood brings up a hand, making a so-so gesture.

“What’s stopping me from running away now?” You question.

If a metal helmet could look unimpressed, this is what it would look like. With a wave of his hand, he motions to the building’s edge.

“Be my guest, if you think I won’t catch you.”

Asshole, asshole, asshole.

Fine. You’d play his game.

With no other warning, you rush his legs, aiming to get them to buckle. With no other tell of your actions but a grunt, Hood doesn’t look a second closer to falling than before. It looks more like you’re just hugging his legs.

“Wow. I think I might be wounded. Check for a sprain while you’re down there, would you?” He huffs.

New determination has you adjusting to stand, though your lack of coordination in the moment has you stumbling over his own boots. The mere idea of tripping in that moment wounds you more than any injury could.

You and your poor, poor pride.

Before you can fall though, there are gloved hands on your hips, steadying you.

You’re close to him, almost uncomfortably so. This near, you can see the exact like where his armor ends at his neck, a small exposed area of skin before the helmet. There’s sweat beaded there, likely a remainder from before he found you on the rooftop.

Even more concerningly, he hasn’t let you go. It’s like he’s stunned by his own actions, his hands a foreign body that moved out of their own free will.

Seize the opportunity, Selina once taught you.

Half a second before he finally releases you, you’re sliding the rubies back into your pocket. Then? Quickly unclipping his only set of handcuffs on the belt, you throw them off the rooftop, far as you can get it.

Hood freezes, staring in the general direction you threw before snapping his head to level you with a look. You stuff down your terror at the way his fists clench in frustration to force out a shrug.

“Fetch.”

Minutes later, you get to walk free with a pocket of rubies and Red Hood’s threat ringing in your ears.

“I’ll track you down soon, sweetheart. Once I do, those rubies are gonna be the least of your problems.”

The only thing that scared you more than the words—no, the promise—was the slight pinch of excitement you felt hearing them.

[aniqua]

error: f13nd | yandere!qimir x droid!reader

✧content: 18+ mdni, f!reader, smut, angst, blood, toture, violence, alcoholic qimir, p in v, handjob, creampie, dacryphilia, pathetic dom qimir, overstim, everything that comes with yandere tendencies

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Warm droplets of blood that had grouped on the edge of a busted lip were now flying across the room. The smell of iron filled the entire space much quicker than the screams of the victim it was coming from. Vermillion was splattering onto the walls, tables, and floors. Every time Qimir’s fist met the man’s face, the liquid that was seeping out of his broken skin was running for the hills and some of it had found shelter on Qimir's fabric. For the red that didn’t end up staining the wall or his fist, it dripped and mixed itself with tears and saliva until it inevitably made a trail down the man's chest.

“I-I mean,” Qimir shook his head in disbelief while his lip broke into a smirk as he gave himself a moment to laugh. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out?” he asked. Qimir’s callous hands grabbed Menall's hair to pull his face up so Qimir could have a better look at the liar.

All the Sith could think about throughout the exchange was just how much of a waste of time the entire ordeal was. Most of the recent evenings were spent by you and him getting to know each other. Regardless, today he had to watch a sloppy merchant beg for his life by reciting promises like hymns as if anything he was saying was original.

“Menall,” Qimir kept the hold on the man’s, once dark now red, hair. “All I asked was for your best sensor and you sent me bullshit. That's not fair,” he chastised like a teacher.

“I didn’t sell the latest to anyone else! I swear! It was never for sale!” Menall's body shook as he cried. The merchant's own bodyguards watched the entire ordeal from across the room previously bruised and broken by only one man.

“But,” Qimir got closer to his face and smiled, “I didn’t ask for what was for sale. I said I wanted your best sensor."

The prospect of death was certainly an option. Nearly a guarantee since Qimir was known to have little patience. This was reason enough for Menall to look over to his guards and say, “Give it to him, you idiots!”

Before Qimir could finish wiping the red liquid off of his hands with the robe Menall wore, his goon came back with a small box. Once it was given in hand, Qimir opened it and glanced at the item before snapping the container close immediately.

“Thank you," he bowed. "It was a pleasure doing business with you,” he said.

Before he could go, a silver dagger materialized from his hands, and just as quickly, Qimir had swiped at the merchant and took off his ear. The piece of tender flesh hit the ground before Menall could recognize the pain. However, when he did, he was howling even above Qimir's cool tone.

“Shhh,” was all Qimir said before the man was holding and choking on his sobs like hot vomit. With a few painful cries from within the merchant’s throat cutting through, Qimir said, “Remember, I don't like repeating myself.”

Once he was out the door, the only clue that he was ever there was a few coins to cover the difference of the newer sensor and a surgeon that could reattach the man’s ear.

The seediest parts of the city Qimir lived in had much to avoid at night but it was still a city that never went quiet. Parts of it were still mesmerizing and lively enough to enjoy on every late-night walk he took. On his journey home, he passed restaurants and markets that emitted laughter brighter than light. For most of the journey, beaming bulbs from each restaurant’s insides made his hood glow and lit the lower part of his face that wasn't obscured. He only stopped once to make a brief purchase before he was back on his way.

~

The clock within your vision read twenty minutes before midnight when the sound of his footsteps filled the quiet of the surroundings. You were pulled out of your book when you heard Qimir stumbling in. The sounds stopped when he recklessly landed on the couch before his feet could give in from exhaustion.

Qimir could hear your feet make their way over to him as he let the couch consume him like quicksand. Once he let out a heavy exhale and opened his eyes, there you were across from him on the couch. You stared at him like a rabbit as you went over his state.

“You smell of alcohol,” you spoke as if it were a trivia question.

When he looked over to you, his eyes were half-lidded. “At least your other senses work,” he says with a faint but teasing smile. He wasn't entirely done with working on you but he was too selfish to wait until he could find all the parts that he wanted once your appearance was a carbon copy of what you looked like just before you died.

He let his eyes shut briefly to let his spine melt. You moved closer and let your eyes inspect his body and the way he chose to relax. Parts of your vision picked up on his state as you processed every important and unimportant detail of him. 

“You’re hurt,” you said as you looked at the split skin on his knuckles. They were red from irritation and were darker in some crevices.

Qimir let out one last sigh before he brought his other hand to hold your face. The one that wasn’t marred with dried evidence that he hastily tried to wipe off as he was walking in. He always saved one throughout the confrontation so when he reached for you, he wouldn't stain you with his consequences.

You leaned closer until you were only a whisper away from his face. Qimir could feel his heart rapping in his ears as he heard you say plainly, “May I help?”

The way your chest rose and fell was so convincing as you looked at him for permission to proceed. He should have said no. You needed fixing first but there he was fighting his greed and self-loathing like a bruised villain. You didn’t even register a "yes" before he was taking your soft hands and navigating inside his pants.

With the day he had, he didn’t want foreplay and he knew teasing would only make him break the wood of the sofa in frustration. So, Qimir placed your hands on his warm member all the while you kept your focus on his eyes which almost made him come into your hands right then and there. 

“What should I do?” you asked. You were still adapting and hadn’t learned how to completely improvise yet.

“Stroke me,” he couldn’t hold back the way he nearly sounded like he was begging.

You wrapped your cold hand around him. Qimir felt something travel up his throat and get stuck there. You took your time with moving back and forth like he hadn't just begged you to start, “like this?” you asked.

He pulled you closer to his chest by the back of your neck and you immediately placed your free hand on his chest to hold yourself steady. You processed the gesture as a confirmation as you kept your focus. Your shining eyes stayed steady on him as Qimir felt every vein in his shaft go cold from your frigid strokes. His lips let out a breathy groan as his brown eyes danced to find somewhere to look to last longer.

“F-faster,” his voice shook as sweat traveled from his forehead to his bobbling Adam’s apple. He was already hot from the alcohol.

Your hand was steadily increasing in speed to the point where you had to pull his warm cock out to meet the cold air of the room for a better grip. His tip was just as rosey as the tips of his ears. A few drops of come had leaked out before that you used it to further lubricate your increasing speed. He let out another moan at that point that was louder than the last.

Certainly, Qimir’s heart rate made it obvious to you that he was soon to climax but what made it all the more evident was how to lept to kiss you. His biceps caged you under him on the couch. He never stopped rolling into your wet hand as he consumed your lips.

So his moans kept spilling out of his mouth to yours. However, you hadn’t returned the offering which was the whole reason for his reluctance in the first place. He fought all of heaven and earth to pull himself from your kisses. In the same shaky breath, he gripped your wrist tightly to stop your stroking.

“Is something wrong?” your eyes danced from his eyes to his lips and back.

He let his hand stroke your hair as he spoke, “Are you enjoying this,” he said.

You looked at him puzzled, “I am,” you said plainly. It almost made Qimir laugh with how factual you had made it sound. He had no doubts but this was another one of those learning curves.

“It’s hard to tell when you never make a sound,” he said. The way the gears were already shifting and within a few seconds he was sure you had pocketed that feedback into a part of your processing.

“Like this?” you said before crashing your lips into him and releasing a sigh into his mouth to return him the favor. 

Qimir had practically melted into your flowery mouth as he rushed to place his hand over yours that was wrapped around his swollen shaft. He quickened your pace and let you continue to bruise his lips as he nodded fervently to encourage the way you were latching to each other.

It was only a matter of time before he released a rumbling “fuck” from his chest. He collapsed as a white string of his release squirted over his pants.

~

When Qimir woke up a few hours into the night, he discovered himself to be passed out on the couch and you ended up in another room, charging. The mild headache that he felt meant nothing to him as he walked through his home. You were peacefully rested on a long platform completely still as the only indicator of your functioning being was a glowing ring that could power you off or reset you entirely. He followed the ring like it was a lighthouse as the sound of rain hit against window like pebbles.

Qimir pulled a large, duvet from his bed on his way and draped it over you once he was close enough. He straightened out the parts of it that missed covering you before he slid next to you onto the cold platform. It wasn’t at all comfortable. Oftentimes, he would wake up with a bad back but it didn't matter. This was a habit he formed when he first got you and paranoia never let him sleep for long when you weren’t within reach.

When you woke up a few hours after Qimir, you walked around the apartment before you descended the stairs into where the rest of the safe parts of the city knew him as an apothecary. You passed the trinkets that decorated the space that were older than your body was. Qimir caught you eyeing them one day and told you that he had given them to you every time he returned from an overnight mission so it gave you a sense of responsibility to dust them whenever you could. This applied to the rest of the place which was only able to stay clean because you had nothing better to do than to wake up, contemplate humanity, and head back to your charging station. 

Most of your consciousness was taken from your body and placed inside of an android and you were left to relearn how to practice humanity. You didn’t understand how Qimir felt about it until one day he had come to see you staring at a drawing that was the spitting image of you. At the time, your eyes adjusted and readjusted to take in every detail as you took in new information while he was frozen at the door. It went like this for a few moments before he took the journal you had found and snapped it shut.

“You’re home,” you told him.

“Yeah,” he was putting the journal away.

“Was that me?” is what your database remembers saying.

“Don’t worry about it,” he told you before he kissed you on your forehead and ushered you downstairs.

Now, you were descending the stairs to meet him in his medicinal store that wasn’t open yet. He was sleeping when you saw him. You didn’t know much about anything to do with emotions but you did know that the perpetual crease in his brow and frown on his lips only went away when he was sleeping. It didn’t go away when he was drinking but he still did it. So, you spent a few seconds alone mixing plants and solutions before you woke him up.

“Today’s weather is sunny with slight chances of rain in the evening,” you recited as he stirred out of his sleep with your shakes to his shoulder.

“Most people just say that the weather is nice outside,” he groaned out of his sleep as he stretched. You pushed the small tube of blue solution toward him. “What’s this?” he said.

“You’re showing signs of dehydration. Follow this up with water,” you told him.

Qimir took the tube out of your hand for his hangover but took you as well as an offering. Without a warning, you were on his lap so suddenly. He didn't even need to touch you for you to end up there which was still a power of his you were adjusting to.

“Thank you,” he told you after finishing it in one swing. You could feel the way his heart was racing as he suddenly buried his face in the crook of your neck. To him, it was so impressive how your skin mimicked flesh so eerily. As he bit against your neck and let himself massage your collar with his mouth, he knew it would never bruise but it didn’t matter. This was the only thing keeping him from walking into the Jedi temple and causing a massacre or diving over the edge. He had created an indiscernible replacement that was doing a damn good job of keeping him from processing his grief.

When he was done, he moved to place you on top of the shop counter. It was closed that day so he was reaching for his shawl to head to the market.

“Are you going somewhere?” you asked him. 

“Yeah, I need to get you a better battery.”

“Can I come too?”

Your request stopped him dead in his tracks as he went over every possibility. He was ready to shoot you down, tell you that it wasn’t safe outside, but your words were progress. This was the first time you had asked for anything. Also, it wouldn’t hurt to have you have more stimuli to process. So he took off the shawl he had on and draped it over you just before taking your hand to lead you outside and into the city.

It was all so electrifying the way your senses were being overwhelmed by the environment. The foreign sounds of crowds coming and going from all directions were all you were inputting at first. Qimir was grasping your hand securely as you threaded to and fro with his destination in mind. You couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered all over in contrast to his focused gaze. Everything smelled like the rain that came suddenly in the middle of the night and every voice sounded like raindrops in a large storm.

Eventually, you made it to the market and the pace that you were keeping up with was decreased. Perhaps it was the more slowed-down atmosphere or the way your bright eyes were eager to take in everything but Qimir finally let go of your hand.

“Stay close,” he said as he walked around.

Qimir spent most of his time at the market looking over sellers until he came up disappointed in their selection and moved on to the next one. The both of you would walk up to a booth, and Qimir would ask a few questions about the variety, the seller may have even got as far as showing him a few battery options, but he'd eventually be on his way.  This repeated until he had broken the comfortable silence between the both of you.

“See anything you like?” he said.

But, you didn’t respond. The first few seconds weren’t a concern since he was hoping to give you time but when Qimir turned around to find you, you weren’t there. 

The way the ground was rushed from under him was instant.

His head whipped around as he watched people walk so casually passed him like he wasn’t distressed over your absence. He cut and pushed through strangers as he looked for signs of the brown shawl that he had given you. It felt like it was happening all over again which was making his hands clam up as he tried to materialize you out of thin air.

He was seconds away from throwing all he had worked for just to throw up all the tables at the market with the wave of his hand until the part of his brain looking for something to gnaw on found your voice amongst a sea. He went running without question and had his hands gripping onto your shoulder tight by the next breath.

“[Name]!”

“Qimir,” you looked up at him without any concern even though his eyes had looked as though he'd seen hell.

“I told you,” he was still catching his breath but it was clear to you that he was upset with the edge and volume in his voice “to stay close! And you just–”

“I’m sorry,” you told him. Qimir didn’t even get a chance to reprimand you before you took his hand and said “I made a friend.”

He followed your eyes to a seller whom he wouldn’t have known to be an advanced android if he hadn’t spent weeks helping to craft you. The android waved.

“Isn't he fascinating? He's the latest to launch with his retinal disparities solved—” you were expelling information to Qimir but the entire time he was looking at the seller. Even under the fabric, Qimir could see the android carried an enviable build because it didn’t require any of the disciplines that Qimir had. The stranger even sported a polite smile that reached his eyes like all were programmed to do. The Sith spent his time looking over the being to find a hole in the persona but when he found nothing he checked back into the conversation you resumed with your fellow machine.

“You got any type 13 batteries?” he interrupts with a tight-lipped smile.

“Type 13C,” the android repeats as he sifts through a catalog behind the table. “You guys are in luck. I have one more left." Qimir didn't miss the way the android looked over at you when he said that.

~

The walk back home should have been pleasant but Qimir spent most of it peeved even once he made it inside away from the brewing storm.

“You’re upset,” you looked at him in the empty apartment as he put a bag down. Qimir didn’t say anything about your statement so you thought to solve it the only way you knew how. You went to him as you calculated every way your decision could end.

You were kissing him in record time. Qimir felt your cold lips mold into him as he tried to keep focus on the root of his frustration. However, you were a fast learner because, by the time you placed him under your shirt, he was entirely distracted. You were getting so good at acting like you used to when you were human.

“Qimir,” you moaned as you felt him squeeze your breast. His breathing was picking up as you broke the kiss for a moment but things were going right back to how they were before when he went back to kissing you. He went right back to kneading your breasts and making a mockery of your sensitive nipples.

It would have gone farther but Qimir told himself that he’d swap your parts since he couldn’t spend another day holding back.

“Let me fix you,” he placed his forehead onto yours as spoken and traded his hands under your shirt for around your waist. “Okay?” he said.

You accepted the way his hands wrapped around your neck. It felt warm and comforting as he pressed your power button. The heaviness of your parts became clear when you went limp and into unconsciousness but you never met the ground since Qimir’s hand never left your neck until he secured your position to pick you up and walk you to your charging platform.

The way he admired you as he carefully peeled off your clothes. For every clothing item he took off, he felt his mind get quieter until your naked body made it all go silent. 

Just as the rain started once more, Qimir started the rest of his day by reaching for his tool kit. He would open you up and give you every knee sensor, motor, and battery he had gotten for you to be the best. The closest to human he could get you.

~

Your vision was beyond better than it used to be when you woke up. 24 hours had gone by and you were now heading off of your platform. It was an odd feeling to be able to now feel the temperature. Had your home always been cold? Even the robe around you did little to keep the air from bitting at your appendages.

Your bare feet walked around the apartment searching for Qimir until you found him in the same room he had disassembled you. There on the stretcher was the body of the android who gave you your new battery and Qimir was still fishing to store spare parts for later.

“I’m upset.” That was all you said as you interrupted his fixated tinkering.

“What?” He looked up at you over his glasses. “Do you miss him?” This was the first time you were picking up that he was mocking you.

“What are you talking about?” you said in annoyance. The spectrum of your emotions was much deeper now.

Qimir placed his utensils down, took off his glasses, and walked over to you.

“You said you liked him, right? So what did you expect me to do?” he spoke in that whisper that he only used when he was trying to reason with you.

“So you broke him down to pieces,” you said.

By now, Qimir had your face in his hands.

“I didn’t ask this of you,” you told him as you held onto both of his arms.

“Oh, come on. You were practically begging for it, the way you were looking at him. I gave you what you wanted. Right? Those eyes that you liked so much.”

“I didn’t want that,” you said. You should have been pulling away from him and told him how much of a monster he was as you looked past him and saw pieces of hardware and flesh haphazardly mixed together. He had practically eaten the android down to the bone trying to salvage every scrap he could find until he was reduced to nothing. Yet, you were just as much up a hypocrite to want the same man who gave you your first feeling of disgust to comfort you at the same time.

“How do you know what you want, [Name]?” he let go of your face but kept walking forward even as you were stepping back.

“I do!” your declaration cut through the cold room as he had you cornered.

“So what?” he caged you with both of his hands as he maintained a hard look into your eyes. “you want your boyfriend back?” he teased you with a raised chin.

“He is not my boyfriend… You’re my idiot boyfriend.” you fired back as you pushed against his chest. You used the opportunity to get out of the prison he put you in.

You had got a new sense of humor. It would have fascinated Qimir if he wasn’t secretly eager to keep pushing you. With the wave of his hand, he watches you get pulled back to him at such a speed that your chest hits against his with a thud.

“Qimir.” You wanted to ask him what he was thinking because it was killing you.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s distracting” he told you.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to fuck you,” he laughed lightly but it still reached his shoulders.

Your patience was being tested since no amount of calculating or sifting through your data could get you to figure out how to prove him wrong. 

“Oh,” he said. “... you do.” You didn’t miss the way that the corner of his lips was holding back a smile that was on the edge of sanity. His brown eyes didn’t look the same anymore.

“Come on,” you heard him say as you were scared he was right. He drew closer as he hovered over your lips but he tortured you since he never let your mouths meet. 

“Ask me for it,” he said. Qimir could swear that he was doing his best to hold back because whenever you had a look on your face that you were processing, he felt this feeling in his chest to consume you.

“Qimir,” you held onto yourself but by the time you felt the room becoming to how you just managed to say “please.”

You pushed your lips onto him as he brought you against the wall to attack you with all you could handle. Qimir let his lips start at your mouth before he made his way down. He sucked at your jaw just to travel to your neck. You let out a few scattered moans every time he pushed forward until he was untying your robe.

He didn’t let you think for a moment when his hand found its way past your robe and in between your folds. You blinked once, then twice as your lips were spilling moans all over.

“How does it feel,” he said but you didn’t register it the first time. “Huh?” he was practically pressing you for a response as his thumb rubbed the bud in between as his middle finger was slowly being consumed by the contraction of your hole taking him in.

“W-warm,” you confessed as your hand instinctively latched onto his arm.

“Aren’t you glad I got you a new sensor?” he tilted his hand to tease you while looking through his lashes. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you felt the temperature of your body increase. Qimir was having too much fun. “Hm?”

He took his other hand to rub furiously against your warm, wet lips so he can focus on just pushing in and out of you at an impossible speed with the middle finger that he was using. The sound of him going in, out, back, and forth was loud enough for you to hear as the liquids that were seeping out of you were just being pushed back in his thick fingers.

You were so overwhelmed that your mouth opened but not a sound came out of you. You could hear your name being called but all you could focus on was how little control you had over your thighs as they were squeezing so tightly. Qimir saw the way you tried to snap shut but he pried you back open with his legs until your knees were buckling under the sensation.

“Come on keep standing.” he drove into you further with his fingers almost to bring you back up “You can do it,” he said.

“I ca–I can’t,” you cried. Your tears that had welled up were finally spilling over and it only made Qimir’s pants tighter as he watched.

“Yes, you can,”  he said. He could tell you were close with the way your breathing was so irregular. That only made it worse for you as he took the opportunity to put another finger into you without warning. That clearly did it for you when he felt your pussy practically latch down on him like they were trying to push him out. 

The way you cried at your climax did something to Qimir’s thoughts.

“There you go.” he mumbled. The juices that came out of you and spilled all over his fingers made him tell you “Good girl,” with such breathiness.

“Don’t get tired on me yet. We still got more things to test out.” Qimir picked you up so effortlessly. It felt like you blinked and when you opened your eyes, he was lying down with his back on the couch and you seated and secured near his hips. His member was just as flush as it was a few days before. 

You were smart enough to understand what you wanted to do but you had no experience to know what it was about to feel like. Qimir was waiting with bated breath to see what you’d choose. A balloon was in your chest as you looked at his cock. When you wrapped your hands around it, Qimir felt a shutter travel up his spine. You rose carefully and adjusted yourself directly above his tip. As you sank, you could hear the wet noises that were coming from below as your quivering lips were sucking Qimir in with so little resistance. 

Qimir threw his head back as he gasped. He missed the way you were practically chasing a high when the first feeling of him stretching you made you too horny and too eager.

He spoke through his moans. “Slow down you’re gonna–”

A lowly groan passed your lips and your eyes were squeezing as you tried to catch yourself. “It hurts,”

Qimir shouldn’t have laughed but he couldn’t help how clueless you were reduced to. You had the entire galaxy’s information running through your brain but your excitement made you throw intelligence out the window to chase the feeling that the thickness of his cock was giving. “You’re trying to take it so quickly. Slow down.”

You took his advice until you completely buried his shaft into you until it was gone with the only evidence being the bulge in your abdomen. You stayed like this just enough to get used to it.

“Qi–” you called for him but he already flipped over and knocked the wind out of you in the process.

The first time he pulled out felt disappointed until he snapped right back into you. His hips went back and pushed forward and your body bounced against it. First, it was slow. You gripped onto his shoulders as you were sure you’d probably lose your center of gravity if you didn’t.

“How does it feel?” he grunted.

“F-faster, please,” you gasped. “Please.”

Qimir picked up his speed instantly. The warm feeling of his member and the veins that adorned it hitting against your insides was accompanied by a symphony of skin hitting skin. Your hands gripped and tightened while your nails made crescent marks on his back. By some point, Qimirs hands latched around your neck for some false sense of support as he tried to hit every angle of your pussy. 

He drilled into you so relentlessly that you forgot how to breathe and just started hiccuping. It’s not even like you needed the air but Qimir knew you better than you did.

“Breath,” he was now chest to chest and speaking into your ear. “You’re gonna overheat if you don’t breathe.”

So you listened and threw your head back as you took all the bullying his thrusting was doing to you. For a brief moment, your eye caught the droid in the other room.

“I broke him down just for you and now look at you,” Qimir chuckled into your neck as he kissed your neck. 

He didn’t even let you spend enough time looking to feel bad because he took your face in his hands to have you look right into his eyes as the sweat from his body was mixing with the come oozing out of you.

“Don’t look at him. Look at me,” was the last thing he got to say before you felt your entire system malfunctioning. That’s the only way you could describe it as the cord in your stomach wound tighter and tighter until you finally snapped and your eyes briefly glowed white. 

“There you go,”  he said as you shook and squirted on him.

You melted into the couch as Qimir chanced his high and took one of your breasts into his mouth. He kept going until he was releasing strings of come into you and letting out the filthy moans muffled by your breast.

Your eyelids were heavy from exhaustion as your systems tried to calibrate and compensate for the sudden dropping temperatures. You could only feel Qimir caress your face as he spoke. 

“I think your database is overwhelmed. We’ll try more tomorrow.” 

You could hear the smile on his lips as you tightened your hold around his waist for comfort.

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[flowerfreya]

The Office AU

This is part 3

Part 1 / Part 2

Just getting some more backstory for the reader and the boys as well. I’m trying to make it interesting but if it feels like to much filler let me know pleaseee

Poly!141 x reader

Content: reader backstory , and they have a girlfriend???!!!

He sees you before you see him and that is because you're taking a nap at your desk, your head down with sunglasses on, at least that's what he thinks. All the lights are off because they are motion sensored and when Simon comes in because of course he is the first one here the lights turn on. You shoot straight up sunglasses askew.

“Morning”

“Good morning Simon” You smile nervously. “ I got here at 6 am so I just took a quick cat nap before everyone came in and I had an alarm set for 7:30 before everyone came in but it looks like we have an early worm”. You’ve changed from the sunglasses to your regularly prescribed glasses, standing up with your makeup bag.

“Why did you get here at 6 am?”

“Oh, my boyfriend gets here at 6am and you know only one car”, you shrug like it's a normal occurrence. He just lets out a hum and just sits at his desk and you walk to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

By the time everyone comes in, you're ready for the day. You greet everyone with a smile and wave.

Simon stands up, which you don’t normally see, “Need to talk to you”, as he walk to John. Simon shuts the door after entering and you're a bit nervous that he's going to tell you about sleeping and you're trying not to stare but you can’t help it, you really need this job. Soap comes up to your desk and peaks over, “Did you get anything from TJ Maxx, Hen?”.

“You know about that?”

“Aye”

“Ha, well I never got a chance to go, but maybe this weekend”, you don’t say because when you got home you had to do all the chores that didn’t happen when you were at work and then you were so tired, you did your skincare and knocked out. He questions why you didn’t go and respond with a basic one liner, you know life. You look up at him and smile , he opens his mouth and looks like he’s about to say something and John’s door opens back up , only Simon leaving and John's voice carrying out in the office building calling your name, “Let me see you in here” . You move quickly half thinking your going to get fired and take a seat and instead of word vomiting like you did before you just sit there and wait.

John sighs and shakes his head like he can’t believe what he’s about to ask,“Love, why are here so early” .

Your so embarrassed about your car situation and how it’s already affecting your new job, “Me and boyfriend, only have one car so I have to ride with him and his shift starts at 6am so that’s why”

“One of the guys are me can pick you up on the way to work, if you want”

“Oh no , I don’t mind getting up early unless you mind me being here early…..” you trail off , hoping that this won’t be such a big deal.

“It’s fine, bird. Just don’t want you to go sleep on us waking up that early and working is hard”

“Oh no, I’m good. I just take a nap before everyone gets here, if that's okay, I don’t charge it on my time card”.

“That's not what I'm worried about”. You look away , not sure what to say and your eyes fall to his desk. He has around 20 challenge coins that look like from his time in the military. You see pictures with all the boys , some in uniform , some in just civvies, but they all look happy and so close it makes your heart hurt. You decide to change the subject.

“How long have you known the boys?”, you ask, gesturing toward the pictures.

He cocked his head to the side and smiled,”I feel like I’ve known them forever”. He sounds so fond of them and you can see the connection between them from the few days you’ve worked there. You're about to ask another follow up question but then you are interrupted by a knock and then the door opening.

“John”, a woman exclaims loudly and hops around the desk and gives him a kiss. It's a giant kiss. Somehow also…wet. Unprofessional. You know your mouth is open and you are staring but like what else are you supposed to do.

“Kelly, the door was shut, that means I was in a meeting. You know that.” ,he says in a low voice.

“Honey, I didn’t see her the-” , you cut her off ,” Oh,no I was just leaving“. You stand up and attempt to push in the chair but it doesn’t fit under the desk, so now everyone is looking at you attempt to push in a chair that you actually can’t. “Okay, I’m just going to go, do you want it open or shut?”, you ask.

They both say the opposite answers at the same time. You look between the both of them. “Uhhh”, you don’t even know who this woman is and what she is to tell and how much pull she has in the office.

“Open.”, John states matter of factly.

~

You’ve been sitting at your desk for around 20 minutes. You haven’t done that much work because the door is shut , the blinds are closed and you wonder what they are doing in there and its distracting you. You message Soap.

>>come here.

Soap looks up at you with eyebrows raised. You motion your head in a come here motion. He leans against your desk, “Aye, hen” , you try to make sure your tone doesn’t sound like a crazy lady, “who is Kelly”, and maybe you shouldn’t have ask because he stiffens up and avoids eye contact with you and hmmms.

“Oh, nevermind you don’t have to answer”, you add a chuckle to end as to not be awkward and look down at your keyboard.

Speak of the devil and she will appear , Kelly steps out of the office and see’s Soap and gives him an intimate hug, she knows his body she’s done this before. “I’m going to go to the annex and say hi to Gaz”, Kelly mentions as she moves toward the back of the office.

You see it for what it is, they share. Which is fine you do not judge on relationships but you don’t know what you thought was going happen between Soap or Johnny or even Simon like you have a boyfriend for christ sake.

Your boyfriend comes in, hes in a good mood. He wants to go out for dinner , he of course picks the place. Your just happy you don’t have to cook. Your shutting down your computer, putting on your jacket and getting you lunch box. You wish them a goodnight. John comes out of his office, “Everything, okay”, you nod your head and smile. It doesn’t matter anyway. Your happy. Your so fucking happy so it doesn’t matter anyway.

~

They “break up” with Kelly that night. They do it at a nice restaurant and do it immediately so she won’t get any other ideas. Simon doesn’t say anything, he knows Kelly only put up for him because they are a package deal. She of course ask why and John take points and lets her down gently but firmly. Then they get up and brainstorm how to get their Hen.

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Boothill wire play 2

This one is NSFW

Dom!mechanic!reader x sub!boothill

Warning: wire play, teasing, dry orgasm (?), overstimulation (a little maybe)

Nini!rant: wire play feels like ‘playing with the intestines’ and idk how to feel about it

Those hands of yours were all over his body again, just like before when you experimented on him. The difference this time: he was the one actively asking you to do it.

To do what? You must be wondering. It was to experience that weirdly beautiful sensation he felt during your little operation. There were not a single vocabulary that could describe that tingly yet addicting feeling, one that pestered his mind long after it occurred. Beautiful was what he used earlier, though not even that is accurate enough. He clenched his sharp teeth, gritting them against each other while you used the aku drill on him. One skew after another, without rushing anything. Soon, you were able to get rid of his outer shell again.

Truth be told, you didn’t know he felt that way, and now you were perplexed on whether you support it or not. Whenever you are fumbling around with his systems or inner workings, you were bathed in sweat, proof of your nervousness. So to hear he liked it- further than that, he enjoyed it was shocking news. You weren’t doing anything meaningful, only fulfilling his desires and needs. He wanted you to touch his wires, pull on them and stroke them. If you put it this way, it did sound perverted. “Tell me the moment you don’t feel well.” You told him, hands hesitantly resting above the many metals and plastics. “Gotcha, I’ll do just as you say.” Boothill smiled at you, to reassure you, also to hide his own excitement.

He was looking forward to this so much that he was gripping the edge of the table, face already slightly red while his lips curled into a twitching grin. Look how much fun he’s having, were you the only one worried? You sighed, since you already agreed you couldn’t go back on your word now. Slowly, as if to test the waters and his sensitivity, you tapped one of the larger wires located around his stomach. There wasn’t much a reaction, only a breathy gasp and the tightening of his grip on the poor furniture. Hopefully he won’t break it.

You continued with only your fingertips, noticing how you weren’t able to get rid of the lingering concerns within you. Another sigh slipped from your lips, eye browns furrowed together as your finger traced along the black latex of the wire. Suddenly he leaned down with his upper body, causing you to take your hand back. “Boothill, don’t move so suddenly. You scared me for a sec.” That was the truth, you thought he was going to fall over or something. Instead, he gripped your shoulders and stared right into your eyes. He had a somewhat troubled expression on his face, groaning into your ears, “no need to be soft on me, you hear’? Just go rough. I can take it, I-”

Since he said so, you pulled on one of them, enough for it to stretch a little. “Nghh..?!” His eyes widened and his head jerked back, “fudgeee… that’s right, just like that.” Was it really that good? You didn’t expect something like this to suddenly feel nice all because you installed some sensors, and apparently it not only a good feelings, he was feeling pleasure. As if your curiously got pecked, you wrapped your index finger and thumb around a thicker wire and stroked it sloppily. A simple motion like that yearned you a moan from the male, and some drool hung out from his mouth. “Shirtshirtshirt…! Do that again, y/n, fork- hnngh…”

For him, it was the best thing he was felt in a long while. Whenever you caressed his insides like that, he feels the need to smash his fist against something. On one hand it was kind of embarrassing, especially those weird noises he can’t seem to hold back, then again he loved every second of it. With each passing minute, you got more bold and daring. At first you only touched him with your delicate fingers, then with your entire hand. Sometimes you’d rub multiple wires at the same time with your palm. Everything you did resulted in loud and high-pitched whines from the cyborg, ranging from muffled groans to blissful whimpers. You ate all of that up like a starved man, enjoying the fact that he was bathing in ecstasy.

It fuelled your own enthusiasm, seeing his face twist into erotic yet lewd expressions. Eyes rolling back and tongue sticking out, a dark crimson blush covering those soft cheeks of his and pupils forming little hearts. If this wasn’t adorable, then what was? “Do you like it when I do…” you tried something new again, twisting a sturdy looking one around your middle finger. “…this?” The sound of your giggles lingered around his ears, soon he felt some kind of electricity course through this artificial body of his. It didn’t divide from its path, going straight to his brain, stimulating all the right, euphoric places. “Da-dadgum wubabboo… he-hey.. slow down a li’l, uUgGhh..! Tis’ to-too much..” The cowboy said with many stutters.

“Oh? You were telling me to go rougher just mere seconds ago, now I have to slow down again?” You teased him, taking a step closer to him, until your noses were almost touching. “Are you sure?” You were so close to him that he could feel the vibration of your voice against his skin, the only part of him that was still ‘human’. Nevertheless, you didn’t change your pace, continuing to pull and rub all those places inside him that made him see stars. If you keep doing this, he might just get addicted to it. That wouldn’t be good. Aren’t you toying with his body too much? Sure, he was the one to convince you to try this, but he didn’t know it’d be this overwhelming..!

Boothill could only try to curse while gritting his teeth, doing his utmost best to hold back those unsightly moans. Even though you seemed like you liked his humiliated face a lot. Then you moved downwards, hoovering over the ground, with your face inches in front of the many wires. Next thing he knew, you licked the plastic, some of your saliva stayed stuck to it. It caused him to let out a scream-akin groan. The initial shock and pleasure caught him so off guard that he came, though nothing actually came out. What a poor cowboy, he can only ever have ‘dry orgasms’ due to the restrictions of his new body. He could only tremble and shake while moaning out, “AaahHrRggg.?! D-don’t fudge with me… like that..hnGgh, ah-mHmm.!! Too fa-fast, ca-can’t take this..♡”

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ULTRAMINE ~ CHAPTER 8

kenji sato x reader

summary: kenji gets his girls taken from him and is determined to get you and emi back.

pairings: kenji sato x fem!student!reader

warning: none, violence, use of missiles, fluff, lil bit of spice

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you stirred from your sleep as you felt a hand gently caressing your cheek, followed by a trail of soft kisses on your neck. you slowly opened your eyes and found your lover hovering over you, a sleepy smile on his face. the outline of his body in the soft light.

his lips continue to explore your skin, moving down your neck and across your collarbone. his touch was soft and sensual, igniting a fire deep within you.

"mornin', beautiful," he mumbled against your skin, his gruff sleepy voice evident.

you hummed in acknowledgment, hissing in delight when he bit down on your skin gently, "how did you sleep?"

"surprisingly well," he laid his body on top of you, wrapping your legs around his torso under the sheets covering you both, "and you?"

"same," you admitted, holding the side of his face.

kenji's eyes fell on the wound dressing on your chest and trailed his fingers over it, "does it hurt?" he kissed your open palm, snuggling his face.

"no," you replied, raking your hand through his bangs.

"good," he sighed at your touch, lowering himself on top of you, lips hovering over yours.

"kenji," you pressed a finger against his mouth, pushing him back lightly, "can't kiss yet, i got morning breath,"

he supported hiself on his elbows beside your head giving you a look, "think i care 'bout that?"

"i care,"

kenji intertwined his fingers with yours and pinned them above your head. color rose to your cheeks.

"we've done filthier things together, babe," he ground his morning boner against your clothed core, "do i need to remind you again?"

he nosed up the side of your neck, nipping your earlobe,

you gasped at the contact, feeling the warmth of his cock, "kenji, but it's still disgust-mmphh!" the rest of your words came out as a muffled squeal.

kenji pressed his lips against yours, not wanting to hear any of your words. he devoured your mouth, tilting his head for better access.

he rutted his boner harder against you, groaning at the feel. your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, "k-kenji,"

his pelvis grazed your clothed clit with the right amount of pressure, while he slipped his tongue into your mouth, relishing the pretty noises you made, "mm i love hearing you make those pretty noises for me,"

he pulled back, smirking proudly when you chased after his lips needily.

you glared up at him in mock frustration, "jerk,"

he smooched your forehead, his chest rumbling as he chuckled in amusement.

the two of you spent most of the day in bed, only getting out at noon. you checked in on both professor sato and emi, but in vain.

you swiped through the holograms of info displayed in front of you, trying to see if anything would give you any insight of emi's pupal stage.

the radio was distorted in the background, "it’s the first game of the series and it appears that sato is a no-show. he was absent during yesterday’s practice and team management has been silent on the situation. we’re all hoping he’s okay..."

kenji sat hunched over in the chair beside his father's life support cradle, elbows on his knees, "mina, any change?"

"no, ken. he’s stable but his internal injuries were severe. i’m sorry,"

he stood up, strutting over to where you had your holograms in front of you, "and emi?" he rested a palm against the pupa.

"it’s hard to tell, ken. my sensors can’t seem to penetrate the cocoon," the ai replied.

you shrugged, crossing your arms in front of your chest, "i got nothing. i don't know what would trigger her to get out of her cocoon. I'm going through every material i have,"

kenji sighed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against your temple, arms wound around your body.

a distant kaiju roar was heard, causing you both to freeze momentarily. you both made your way towards the sliding glass doors.

you squinted your eyes in direction, having an idea of what it may be, "is that...? how is it even possible?"

"no. no, no, no. it can’t be," kenji shook his head, joining your side, "mina, where did that sound come from?"

"it originated from the east, a mile away," the ai responded.

a low pink glow emitted from the cocoon, your eyes widening in alarm, "kenji..."

he turned around to follow your line of sight, "oh, my god."

the pink cocoon slowly started to crack, a soft pink glow emanating from within. the pupa hatched, the chrysalis breaking apart.

tiny wings unfolded and fluttered at the sides to reveal emi waking up from her hibernation. her eyes half-open and still bleary with slumber. she stretched and yawned, adjusting to her surroundings.

"wings!" you gasped, "OF COURSE, IT'S WINGS!" you hollered in a cheer.

emi chirped at you happily, beak opened in excitement at the sight of you.

the very same kaiju roaring was heard once again and emi turned towards it, her ears perking up and she crawled towards the noise and made her way to the balcony.

"huh?" kenji stammered, "emi,"

the kaiju baby screeched, watching the setting sun, wondering where that sound came from and why it sounded so familiar to her.

"no. no, emi. no!" you and kenji ran after her.

"no, girl. emi, look at me," kenji attempted to get her attention, "look at mommy and daddy,"

"this is not good," you mumbled nervously, "emi!"

"mina, i need an analysis. what do you see?"

"scanning, ken," the ai hovered over to you both, "something’s approaching, entering the bay."

this time when you both turned toward the horizon, you could make the silhouette of a kaiju, wings spread at the sides, looking very similar to emi. the very same kaiju that kenji watched die.

kenji gasped, "that’s not possible,"

your mouth slackened, mind spiraling with all the information you had gathered from the kdf. everything they handled regarding the kaiju.

then it clicked: project surrogate.

you froze, "shit. shit,"

emi chittered, dashing towards the edge of the balcony and dove head first down the cliff.

"emi! no!" kenji yelled in terror.

"emi! no, stop!" you tried to stop her.

just before she hit the water below, emi fanned her wings at her sides, swooping through the air as she flew towards what she thought to be her mother.

"mina, take care of dad," kenji held up a fist to change into his ultraman form.

"danger. take evasive action," mina warned.

you looked up to see several missiles shooting towards the mansion, targets locked.

kenji quickly grabbed you, rushing in towards his father's cradle, "mina! shield!"

the smoke and dust settled after the explosion, and the mansion was in eerily silence. kenji began to return to his senses just as mina pulled the debris off of him, her mechanical arm moving the slab of wood from his body.

"kenji. ken?" her voice was distorted. the top of her robotic body was blasted off in the missile attack. she looked like she might collapse at any given moment.

"are you…" mina groaned, her mechanical arm whirring weakly, "ken, are you okay?"

kenji struggled forward on his foot, falling to his knees, "oh, god, mina."

"my systems are compromised. i’ll be offline soon."

kenji stumbled forward, clutching at his chest as he tried to catch his breath. "dad?" he called out hoarsely.

as he reached the edge of the balcony, he saw the wires of the life support cradle hanging lifelessly, a stark and ominous sight in the chaos. but the cradle itself was nowhere to be found.

"mina, is he gone?"

"i’m sorry, but my scans don’t detect life,"

but the heavy dust swirling around him muffled his words, and he found himself coughing and gasping for breath, unable to call out for you.

"kenji," mina spoke slowly, sparks emitting from her side, "i couldn't find her. the kdf took her,"

kenji's heart dropped to his stomach as the ai's words sunk in. he fell to his knees, the weight of her words crushing him. "no...no," he mumbled, a weak cry escaping his lips and he covered his face in remorse.

"ken?" mina dropped to the floor, losing almost all of her power.

kenji rushed to her side, holding her in between his palms.

"i’ve observed you since you were young. i know you have doubts about following in your father’s footsteps, but i see him in you. both of your parents. your mother’s sense of humor, her directness. and your father’s quiet strength. your love for y/n, in the same way, your parents loved each other. it is beautiful. you are an amazing baseball player, kenji. but you were meant to be ultraman,"

mina displayed several holographic videos one after the other, whatever she could reach:

kenji as a child giggling and playing with his parents. both of them sandwiching and hugging him tight in between their bodies.

the holographic video ended and mina cut them, "one more thing, ken. emi’s tracking device is still active. professor sato had a tracker on y/n's suit and i converged it with emi's. you can save them,”

kenji pursed his lips, her words touching him deeply, "mina, i don’t say this enough. thank you,"

"you’re welcome. now go save our girls," mina's voice cracked. she shut down completely, while one of emi's lullabies played from her speakers.

kenji exhaled sharply, resting his head against mina for a second.

his watch beeped, displaying the location of where you and emi were currently at. it seemed to be somewhere in the middle of the ocean.

fueled by a mixture of grief and resoluteness, kenji stood and took a few steps back into the rubble.

with a final glare at the destruction around him, kenji charged forward with a powerful yell, launching himself off the edge of the cliff.

he plummeted toward the water in a free fall, his body tense and focused. he changed into his ultraman form mid-air, shooting through the horizon. determined to get his girls back.

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After Hours ☆ Miguel O'Hara

☆ WORD COUNT – 5.9k ☆ SYNOPSIS – After a long night out with your friends, you come home to your fiancé more needy than usual. You even woke him up out of his sleep, knowing he has to work in the morning, how selfish could you possibly be? You better be grateful that Miguel is nice enough to give you what you want. ☆ CONTENT WARNINGS – Drunk sex, dubious consent, Miguel has fangs and is FERAL, biting

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With nothing but Grey Goose and Bacardi clouding your senses, you blindly stumbled past the front door and into the entryway of your apartment. Immediately, you were slipping out of your heels and messily throwing your purse onto the table of miscellaneous junk that you swore you’d clean last week.

The last thing you were was quiet. The obnoxious thud of you running into walls and knocking over nearly everything in your path is what woke Miguel up. You could hardly see as you dragged yourself throughout the dim apartment, nothing but the faint glow of motion sensored night lights guided you throughout the kitchen and into the living room.

“Cariño, is that you?” Miguel called from your shared bedroom, his voice hoarse and riddled with sleep as it slipped through the crack of the door.

You groaned drunkenly in response as you sloppily threw yourself onto the couch, patiently waiting for him to come and save you. Miguel was soon emerging from the darkness of the bedroom, the hardwood of the floor creaking as his barely clothed body stalked toward your limp one. The only article that kept him from complete nudity were the maroon briefs that hugged his cock almost a little too tightly.

“Awe, mi vida,” He frowned as he approached you, taking in your disheveled appearance, “Looks like you had fun, hm?” He hummed as he leaned down, placing a chaste kiss to your warm forehead.

“Missed you.” You slurred, barely acknowledging his words.

Miguel smiled, “I missed you too, amor. You tired?” He questioned as he leaned down to scoop you up from the couch before beginning to carry you to bed. You shook your head as you relaxed into his arms, allowing your head to rest within the crook of his neck as he walked through the frame of the bedroom.

“No?” He grinned incredulously as he raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side.

You shook your head once again as he began to gently lay you down.

“Well you need to be, it’s late.” He said matter-of-factly as he began to slip the straps of your dress down your shoulders before pulling the dark fabric down your body, undressing you.

“But I missed you.” You pouted as two curious hands began to roam his bare chest, the pads of your fingertips tracing the prominent curves and divots of the pronounced muscles.

“Do you even know what time it is?” He sighed.

You hummed melodically before shrugging, “Ten?” You guessed as you slid your hands up to rest on the sides of his face. Truthfully, you didn’t have the slightest clue as to what the time was nor did you care.

“Close.” He jested, “It’s three in the morning.”

“So?” You retorted, “I missed you.” You repeated as you began to pull his face toward yours, eager to feel the warmth of his lips against your own.

He allowed you to kiss him, savoring the lingering twinge of alcohol on your lips. He was slow to kiss you back though, his lips moved languidly in contrast to your avidity. Your arms were soon wrapping around the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

The feeling of his warm lips pressed to yours as you deepened the kiss had your core aching with a burning need that only he could fill. Whether it be the alcohol coursing through your veins or those maroon briefs, you didn’t care, all you knew was that you needed him – inside of you.

“Want you.” You muttered, your lips still slotted against his, “Right now, please.” You whined while subconsciously rolling your hips up to meet his.

Miguel pulled away with a frown, “Amor, you’re drunk.”

“M’not!” You lied as you pouted before crossing your arms over your chest in a huff.

“That’s exactly what a drunk person would say.” He bluntly joked.

Miguel knew better. Despite his intimidating size, he was a sweet guy, always has been. You loved how his tapered waist complimented his broad chest and shoulders, his thick neck and how carved the juncture of his jaw, setting the rest of his face.

He knew that it was wrong to entertain your behavior while in a drunken state. Part of him felt as though he’d be taking advantage of you in a way. But there’s another part of him, the more dishonorable part of course, that couldn’t help but to cave as soon as he felt your hand beginning to palm him through the fabric of his briefs and God, was his body working against him.

“Baby,” He glared, “We can’t.” And he really did try his hardest to come off as firm and composed, but the way his voice wavered instead was like kindle to the ever-growing flame in the pit of your stomach. 

“Why not?” You purred, a devilish grin spreading across your sweet face.

“Because,” He began but quickly cut himself off with a groan at the feeling of your fingers running along the skin beneath his waistband.

“Becauseee?” You drawled teasingly, your hand slipping further into his underwear, taking his cock into your palm.

“Stop.” He warned.

You only shook your head with that same grin plastered on your face before continuing with your advances. He did little to stop you. In fact, part of him couldn’t stop himself from helping you in a way as he began to subconsciously roll his hips into your hand.

Miguel was never really the best at holding his ground when it came to you. A sweet smile paired with docile eyes was enough to break him despite his futile protests. There was just something about you that was so immensely coercive that had all of his composure slipping from his fingertips.

“You just don’t listen, do you?” He sighed.

You shook your head once again with that same sinful grin.

He said nothing as he began to lean forward, pushing his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. You kissed him back immediately, taken aback by his sudden change in nature. The force of the kiss made you dizzy.

You could feel your head spinning as he began to slip his tongue into your mouth without much warning at all. He figured if you needed him this badly, he might as well give you all of him.

Every now and then, a groan would slip past his lips at the feeling of you stroking him. You could feel the wetness of his precum as it slipped from the head of his cock, staining the fabric of his underwear. You took it upon yourself to use it as lube, aiding your movements as you continued to pump him in your hand.

“Take ‘em off since you want it so bad.” He almost demanded, referring to his damp underwear.

With that, you were pulling your hand out to grip his waistband before pushing the stained fabric down his hips. Everytime you take his underwear off, his cock bounces up to kiss his abdomen, smearing his precum all over his skin and that’s something you’ll never get over.

“Want me to fuck you, hm?” He hummed as he took his cock in his hand before beginning to stroke himself in front of you. “Is that it?” He groaned.

You nodded as you looked up at him, your sweet, drunken eyes burning holes into his. You could feel the warmth of his gaze as he dragged his eyes along your body. Miguel always made you feel so small.

“Yeah? Will that put you to sleep?” He cooed as he began to slip his hand past the waistband of your underwear to feel just how much you need him. “Always been such a needy little thing.”

You nodded again with a gasp at the feeling of him running two of his fingers along your slit, collecting your arousal before smearing it along your cunt and God, were you wet.

“Missed me that much?” He teased.

You nodded slowly, your mouth wide as shallow pants of his name fell from it. Miguel definitely didn’t miss the way your walls fluttered around nothing, practically kissing his fingers as he ran them through you. Eventually, he was pushing his middle and ring fingers inside of you with a groan at the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in so greedily.

“Think you can just come home late, wake me up, and beg me to fuck you, huh?” He seethed while picking up a quicker pace.

God, and how the sounds were so obscene. The lewd squelching of your slick cunt pulling him in with such unrivaled eagerness could make him cum in seconds, not to mention the way you were whimpering like a fucking puppy beneath him.

“You don’t even care that I have work in a few hours, do you?” He whispered as he brought his face closer to yours, his nose brushing the tip of your own. “All you care about is getting that needy little cunt fucked.”

Even though he was right and you both knew it, you could only shake your head in response, pursing your lips together in a vain attempt to keep your broken moans at bay.

“M’sorry.” You choked as you looked up at him, your near-teary eyes searching for his warm stare.

Miguel shook his head lightly, “You're not.” He grinned. “But that’s okay, I know you can’t help it.” He continued before frowning feignedly, his fingers never faltering.

His voice made you dizzy. You could feel your mind falling blank as you laid beneath his towering figure, all of your conscious thoughts slipping away into nothingness as you dissolved into a puddle of his creation. The effect he had on you was far too great and you fucking loved it.

“My poor baby,” He cooed sweetly, “Can’t even hear me, can you? Too drunk and worked up to understand a thing, huh?”

Though he hated to admit it, Miguel loved seeing you like this — so docile and compliant. And maybe it was the alcohol, who knows. Whatever it was, Miguel absolutely adored how beautiful you looked lying beneath him with such neediness and longing.

“Want me to take care of you, hermosa?” He hummed as he leaned down, connecting his lips to your throat before planting several open-mouthed kisses to the receptive skin. 

You only moaned in response as you rolled your head back, granting him more access to the flesh. You could feel the graze of his cuspids as he dragged them along your skin, gently biting you before swiping his tongue across the forming bruise.

Several warm beads of blood rolled down your throat as it leaked from the pierced skin. Two, sore puncture wounds decorated your neck and you winced as Miguel cleaned it with his tongue. He was slowly dragging the wet muscle against you, chasing the dark liquid as if he were a starved man and you were an oasis amidst a barren desert.

Soon, he was wrapping his lips around the injury before harshly sucking out the remnants of blood and in turn, leaving a love bite, an action that had your back arching up off the bed, pressing your bare chest to his.

“You don’t even have to think.” He whispered, “Just lay here like the good girl I know you are and let me take care of you. You want that?”

With your jaw slack and your eyes glazed over, you nodded, that was the only thing you could do. Your brain was far too gone to even comprehend his words, far too fucked out to acknowledge him and he’s barely touched you.

“I knew you would.” He smiled before pecking your lips in a fleeting kiss, the metallic twinge of blood on his tongue. “Just be still for me.”

His gaze never left yours as he began leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, slipping down your body, dragging his lips along your skin, leaving behind nothing but the glisten of his saliva.

The heat of his breath as it fanned your skin had your breath hitching in your throat. You gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing against you before he nipped the skin near your belly button. The sudden pain was short lived as he was immediately swiping his tongue along the forming bruise, soothing the sharp pain.

Miguel did that several times – biting you gently before kissing before licking the skin. The sensation was completely overwhelming. Your poor brain could hardly comprehend the combination of pain and pleasure. You could only respond with a helpless whimper as you threw your head back.

He was eventually sinking to his knees on the carpet before tucking his head between your legs. The warmth of your cunt radiating onto his lips had him salivating like a fucking dog. Immediately, he noticed the wet patch on your underwear, the darkened fabric surprisingly visible in the dimness of the room.

Miguel only laughed to himself, admiring your neediness, he almost felt bad for you in a way. Slowly, he was beginning to drag his lips along your damp underwear, leaving the lightest kisses in his wake.

You could only whine like a baby in response, shaking your head in protest to the agony of his teasing. He could feel the squeeze of your thighs as you began to close them around his head.

“Relájate, mi amor.” He drawled, the bass of his voice sending vibrations throughout your body. You could feel the curl of his lips against you as a grin pulled at the corners of his mouth.

His words were nearly fruitless as you ignored him, if anything, you were even more worked up than before. “Is it too hard?” He pouted feignedly, “Need me to hold ‘em open for you?” He offered.

He gave you no time to respond as he was already pushing your thighs apart, pinning them to the bed, granting him full access to your clothed cunt. “Better?” He smiled. You pursed your lips together as you nodded. He was soon pushing your underwear out of the way, fully exposing your dripping cunt to him.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” He hummed, “My pretty little pussy.” He corrected.

You couldn’t help yourself as you impatiently rolled your hips forward, pushing your cunt against his lips and he let you. He allowed you to use his face shamelessly.

With his tongue lolled out and his eyes burning holes into your own, he sat there and let you grind your cunt into his mouth, savoring the saccharine taste of your arousal on his tongue.

He sat there for a while too, still and unmoving as you desperately rutted your hips against his face, crying and whimpering in agonizing frustration at his stillness. Out of nothing but eagerness, two hands were flying up to grip the back of his head, pushing his face deeper into you.

You held him close as you fucked yourself on his tongue, humming and gasping in overwhelming pleasure as you began closing your thighs around his head. Shamefulness was the last thing on your mind.

And it really shouldn’t turn him on, the idea that he’s nothing but a vessel for your pleasure, but he just couldn’t help himself, not with the way you were beginning to angle his head so that your clit was  pushing against the tip of his nose.

You couldn’t help the cries that fell from your lips as you dragged your cunt along his face, your sensitive clit now brushing the ridge of his nose as his tongue prodded your sopping hole. Miguel didn’t mind either, in fact, the scent of your arousal only made him that much harder, it almost hurt.

God, you just didn’t care and it had Miguel absolutely spiraling. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you used him for your own selfish gain. There was nothing in the world that made him harder than the sight of you using him to get yourself off.

He couldn’t help himself as he began to rut his cock against the side of the bed, desperate to relieve the painful throb of his hardening erection. The moans that slipped past his lips went straight to your core, adding to the ever-growing flame in the pit of your stomach.

As he fucked himself against the mattress, the smear of his precum on the sheets was bound to leave a stain for you to discover later, yet he couldn’t find himself to care. He was far too caught up in getting off simply from pleasing you.

 “Don’t need your help,” You mumbled, a whimper following soon after, “I can do it myself.” You breathed.

“I know you can, baby.” He cooed before licking a long stripe up your slit, collecting your arousal on the tip of his tongue. “But who does it better?” He smiled, his voice smug.

“Hm?” He hummed as he began pushing his middle and ring finger inside of you like before, dragging them along your walls so fucking slowly. Miguel could feel you tightening around him as your slick walls desperately sucked him in.

“You.” You breathed, “Mmm-fuck. You.”

A gasp left your lips as he began to push your legs up, pressing your knees to your chest, “Hold ‘em up.” He muttered, his lips still pressed to your slick cunt.

You quickly obliged as you hooked your arms behind your knees, your feet dangling over his head. The warm fan of his breath against your cunt sent you into a frenzy as you laid compliantly before him.

“Una cosita tan obediente.” It’s soft and more to himself if anything, but you hear it and it sends you spiraling.

“Amo esta coño.” He whispers, “Muy linda.”

His praise goes straight to your core, yet you could hardly register his words, not with the way his tongue was pushing inside of you with nothing but fervor, tasting you from the inside, the source.

He has your body committed to memory, knows you all too well. Miguel takes great pride in you, almost as if your body is an extension of his own. When it comes to pleasing you, he knows exactly what you like, what angles make you cry, which fingers make you cum. Hell, he even knows how deep to go.

“Always taste so good.” He groans as he continues to lap at your dripping heat, “Can't get enough of this pussy.”

With your legs pinned to your chest, it’s difficult for you to roll your hips against his face. All you can do is cry out and beg for more as you lay at his mercy.

“It’s not enough?” He coos as he brings a hand up to rest on your cheek, his thumb gliding along your bottom lip, “You want more, baby?” His thumb now pushing itself past your lips and into your mouth.

You nodded desperately as you took him into your mouth, allowing the digit to rest heavily on your tongue. As if it were second nature, you wrapped your lips around him to suck his finger, treating it no different than his cock.

“So needy.” He muttered before reconnecting his lips with your clit, sucking on it with a newfound sense of keenness.

Miguel watched you like a hawk as he began to push his fingers inside of you once again. He watched as your face contorted in nothing but overwhelming pleasure. The knit of your brows, your parted lips, the helpless whines, God, all of it had him on the verge of cumming on the sheets.

He reveled in the way your gentle whimpers and moans filled his ears like a melodic tune. Your sounds were his favorite song, better than any of those shitty vinyl records he owns. When it came to you, everything else felt obsolete and your cries went straight to his cock, almost becoming painful and uncomfortable.

As he kissed and licked at your clit, fingers toying with your dripping hole, Miguel only grew more and more frustrated as he fucked himself against the mattress. Truthfully, he could cum just like that, completely untouched, but that’s not what he wanted. He wanted to cum inside of you, fill you up until he physically couldn't anymore, leave you absolutely stuffed and dripping with his seed. Fuck, there was nothing he craved more.

“Need to fuck you.” He mumbled. It was sudden. He was hurriedly standing to his feet only to kneel once again, but on the bed instead.

“God, I need to fuck you.” He was then pushing your legs apart, placing them on either side of his hips before situating himself in front of you, his body large and warm as he sat between your thighs.

With his cock in his hand, he stroked himself lazily, dragging his fist from the base, all the way to the tip before squeezing slightly, pearlescent beads of precum dripping in rivulets down his fingers.

And how he was so incredibly hard. His poor cock stiff and wet, begging for something, anything. The way it stood so proudly, thick and heavy, itching to split you open with fervid eagerness. God, he couldn’t fucking wait.

“So pretty.” He drawls, “Always been so fuckin’ pretty for me.”

He was dragging the head along your sopping folds, creating a sinful mixture of pure arousal, only adding to the mess between your thighs. And he was so painfully slow, stringing you along so thin until you’d finally break if you haven’t ready.

This is more of a punishment to Miguel if anything. He was torturing himself as he teased you, his weeping cock shedding tears of desperation as it dripped onto your cunt, and how it hurt so badly–the slowness, the self control, the composure, the will.

And he could easily slip himself inside of you, angle his hips downward just the slightest and fuck himself right into your cunt, have you clawing and gasping for air. But it was the wait that made it that much better, that much worthwhile.

“Please, Miguel.” You nearly sobbed, frustrated tears threatening to spill.

“En Español, hm?” He hummed, the head of his cock now pressing itself against your clit.

“Por favor, no puedo soportarlo.” You babbled, “Por favor, por favor, por favor. Lo necesito, Miguel.”

“Such a smart girl.” He praised as he began to guide himself inside of you, his thumb pushing the tip of his cock into your desperate hole.

It slid in so easily too. You sucked him in so sweetly, so greedily. He was warm and heavy inside of you, the burning stretch of his cock made you feel so full and complete. You could almost cum from the sheer pressure of him.

“Oh my… God.” He groaned as began drawing his hips back, only to bring them forward, pushing himself inside of you again. “So pretty, mi amor. Fuck, so fuckin’ beautiful.”

Two, warm hands were sliding up your hips to rest on your waist, squeezing slightly. Miguel used it as leverage while he fucked himself inside of you, pulling your body onto his while thrusting into you, meeting himself halfway.

You couldn’t help the moans that tumbled past your lips–sultry whines and whimpers interrupted with dog-like pants. You tried to bite them back but found it nearly impossible with the way he was fucking you like it’s the last time he’d ever have you like this.

The force of his thrusts had you humming and gasping in pleasure as his heavy balls slapped against you, your pussy drooling all over his cock. The obscene sound of skin against skin filled your ears so deliciously, you could almost cum. Not to mention the sound of Miguel’s choked moans made it near impossible to fight the impending orgasm.

You could feel the slant of his hips as he angled them downward, the head of his cock now pressing against your cervix, kissing it with every thrust as he bullied himself deeper and deeper inside of you. It almost hurt.

Each time his hips collided with yours, your breasts would bounce in front of him, the supple skin rippling gently, silently begging to be touched. Miguel obliged, obeying your body’s unspoken desires. With two desperate hands, he was reaching forward to take your chest into his palms before kneading the ample skin.

There was nothing he loved more than playing with your tits. There’s just something about the way you look when he pushes the fat of your chest together, playing with and molding the skin in his palms like he’s creating something from clay. And God, your nipples and how sensitive they get when he rolls them between his fingers makes him harder than ever.

“Wanna taste ‘em.” He muttered before dropping his head to slip one of the buds into his mouth.

The warmth of his tongue as he swirled it around your nipple had you bucking your hips up, only deepening his thrusts as he continued to fuck you. You could feel the slight graze of his teeth as he gently nipped at the skin, forcing you to gasp out.

“Mig-fuck… Miguel, s’too much.” You cried.

Miguel shook his head, “No, you wanted this, amor.” He reminded after pulling away, but only to move up just a little to hover his face above yours, his nose brushing the tip of your own.

“You wanted me like this… you fucking begged me. Remember?” He whispered as his warm breath fanned your face. “You love it.”

And he wasn’t wrong of course, he never is. You quite literally came in the door on your hands and knees, begging to be fucked by him, used by him. You didn’t understand it. Maybe it was the alcohol that heightened your senses or possibly your lack of sleep, but everything was so much more pleasurable, so much more sensitive, and your poor fucked-out brain couldn’t make any sense of it.

Miguel was pushing his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss to which you kissed back messily, molding your lips against his feverishly. Your tongue was eventually slipping into his mouth, begging to feel his pushing back.

The kiss was nothing but tongue and saliva as you greedily moved your lips against his. There was a clear sense of urgency in both of you as you tried to find a pace that would eventually sync. The whimpers and breaths that fell from your mouths were absorbed into the kiss as he continued to fuck you into an absolute mess.

“Fuck, you always take me so well.” He groaned as he reached a hand down to rub at your sensitive clit, admiring the way his thumb slid around so easily, “So good for me–always been such a good girl.”

His words of praise tumbled past his lips sweetly, rolling off his tongue with so much need, so much desire, and utter infatuation. He was completely and fully obsessed with you, your whimpers, your face, your body, your cunt. He just couldn’t get enough. So when he grips the back of your thighs to push them to your chest in order to feel more of you, you really can’t be surprised, can you?

He was drawing his hips back like before, but when he brought them forward to collide with yours, you swore you could feel the head of his cock in your throat. With this new angle, each thrust was driven with his entire weight and it had your stomach burning with the need to cum.

God, he was completely feral, fucking you like a teenage boy with their first fleshlight, abusing your poor cunt like some heartless madman. The carnality of it all had him losing all sensibility, his mind completely blank. Fucking you always seemed to turn him into a brainless dog.

He let his head fall back to dangle over his shoulders, mouth wide as labored breaths and filthy words of praise fell from it. You could hear every single grunt, every single whimper of your name, all of it, and it only made you that much more of a cock-hungry slut.

But it’s almost comical because Miguel was the one protesting against fucking you. He was the one who insisted on going to bed, yet here he is, mercilessly fucking you into the mattress during ungodly hours of the morning.

The look on your face was peerless—hazy eyes, swollen lips, furrowed brows, fuck, every part of you turned Miguel into an empty-headed mutt, the only thing eminent in his mind is filling you up with thick loads of cum.

He wants to leave you full and ruined, messy and absolutely dripping with him. There was nothing he craved more. The way you look when he cums inside of you is something straight out of a museum, the only exhibit that costs a fortune to see.

Miguel always thought you looked prettiest that way. Your hair disheveled, beads of sweat kissing your forehead, and rivulets of his cum leaking for your pretty little pussy. It’s almost like his way of marking you, labeling you as his, tainting you with his scent so that the thought of having you wouldn’t even cross another man’s mind.

That thought alone is what sends Miguel over the edge. He could feel that winding coil in his stomach growing tighter and tighter, practically begging to be released.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… you make me wanna cum so bad, princesa.” He whined, his hips never faltering, “Need to cum inside.”

“Please, Miguel.” You sobbed, “I need it.”

You could feel your own orgasm approaching as your cunt began pulsing around him, your slick walls kissing his cock with unadulterated need. With your poor, fucked-out brain, you couldn’t even warn Miguel of the impending orgasm. How could you?

He was taking you by your legs before wrapping them around his waist. Instinctively, you locked your feet together behind him, silently encouraging him to breed you. There’s no way he expected you to warn him.

Soon, he was leaning forward, encaging your head between his arms while his elbows rested on the pillow beneath you, thrusts never slowing. You could feel every breath that left his mouth as it fanned your face.

A familiar look of untamed predatoriness took over his eyes, his usual soft brown eyes now glimmering a faint red. That look alone had your stomach caving, desperately begging for release.

“Gonna cum, amor… fuck.” He warned, “Gonna fill you up, you want that?”

You could only nod blankly in response, your head empty as your mouth fell open. 

“Yeah? Want me to breed you, huh? Make you a mommy?” He questioned as his face hovered yours, his lips nearing your own. “God, you’d love that wouldn’t you?” He groaned as his thrusts grew sloppier.

“Please.” You choked, “I need it, you know I need it.” You babbled as tears began to fill your waterline once again.

“Say it then.” He muttered as lips brushed yours, “Say you want me to cum inside of you. Say you want me to get you pregnant… fuck, just say it baby, please.” He begged.

Miguel knew what you wanted, of course he did, he always knew. He just needed to hear it for himself, prove his own fantasies true. Hearing it come from your sweet mouth would make it that much more desirable. 

“Want your cum… want you to make me a mommy.” You started, “I’ve been such a good girl for you, Miggy, please?” You cried as you reached forward, taking his face in your palms before pulling him impossibly closer.

Your saccharine sound was like honey as it made its way into Miguel’s ears. Something he’d never get over is your sweet voice when you’d beg for him, your quivering lip and shaky whimpers as you pleaded for more was like oxygen to a flame.

“You have been a good girl, the best girl.” He whispered as he leaned down to peck your lips in a fleeting kiss. “Cum for me, baby, c’mon.” He encouraged.

Like a magic spell, his voice had you cumming almost immediately. That building tension in your stomach finally snapped and his words are what pushed you over that ledge. You could feel your head falling empty as your orgasm nearly took over your whole body.

Nothing but broken moans and whimpers of his name left your mouth. You were insatiable as you rolled your hips against him, riding your high out like a bitch in heat. Even your desperate hand was flying down to rub tight circles on your clit, furthering the sensation.

“Oh my God, look at you.” He could feel his orgasm swelling, his poor cock twitching inside of you like no other. “Gonna cum s’much, fuuuuck.”

Miguel's pace started to slow in the slightest, but his thrusts were just as forceful. His breathing picked up as he began to pant like a fucking dog, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“M’cumming… holy fuck–oh, God. I’m cumming.” He whined, his hips stuttering as he began releasing several ropes of his thick seed inside of you, coating your walls in the sticky substance.

He continued to fuck you through his orgasm, ensuring you were stuffed nice and full. There was absolutely nothing stopping you from getting pregnant and there was absolutely no doubt in your mind that you’d end up all big and round with his baby inside of you.

The feeling of his cum inside of you is something that would never grow old. The warmth of his seed as it slowly dripped out of your sloppy hole, creating the messiest little puddle beneath you. What a sight.

“God, look at this.” He spoke admirably as he began to pull himself out of you, “Such a fucking mess.” He began dragging his finger along your folds, collecting the mixture of cum before pushing the digits deep inside of you.

You winced at the feeling of his fingers pressing against your sensitive cunt. His intentions weren’t to get you off again, but to make sure none of his cum would go to waste. Once he was finished stuffing you full, he sat back on his heels to admire his work.

Absolutely beautiful he thought as he took in your disheveled appearance, taking a mental snapshot for future retrieval. You really were a masterpiece in his eyes, better than any of those old timey paintings in art galleries.

He had to will himself away from you, if not, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking you again, and again, and again. With a frown, he was removing himself from between your legs only to lay beside you.

“C’mere.” He mumbled before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to his warm chest.

You allowed him to pull you close, your head resting within the crook of his neck as your legs entangled with his. You laid quietly, listening to the rapid beat of his heart as it eventually slowed down.

“Te amo, cariño.” He whispered before planting a warm kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too.” You replied softly as the heaviness of sleep began to take over your body.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Miguel hummed sweetly, “You want a bath?”

You only nodded slowly, your eyes falling shut in overwhelming exhaustion.

“Okay.” He smiled, “Anything for my babies.” His palm rested on your stomach lightly before rubbing sweet circles against it.

You were far too tired to register the plurality of the word, but Miguel thought it was funny, hilarious even and as he went to run you a warm bath, he could only think about the kind of father he might soon become.

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◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, capitano, childe

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, afab!reader, chubby!reader, self aware android au, overstimulation (zhongli al haitham), period sex (al haitham), oral (giving / al haitham), inhuman features (capitano), did (childe | tartaglia), sadistic tendencies (tartaglia)

◇ a/n ◇ i have no words ya girl filthy and i blame it to the zhongli sisterwives coalition for enabling me (if yall see this, ily <3). also - obligatory tag to crys @crystalflygeo bc i feel like she'll set off a feral al haitham at me if i don't tag her /aff /silly. lastly no i definitely don't play favorites wdym

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

handsome, elegant, gentle, and overall the perfect partner. from the random geology facts to his massages and specially blended teas, zhongli is the ideal android companion you could ever splurge on. he’s an expensive model and will break your bank, plus, his various dlcs and extensions - ranging from his alter personality “morax” which is brasher and rougher on the edges to the several… ‘attachments’ you could purchase to enhance his ‘performance’ - could probably get you into debt if you’re not careful.

but really, it barely matters when he manages to fuck you just fine with his standard out-of-the-box attachment. he’s as rough as you want him to be, yet at the same time he kisses you like you’re the most precious gem he’s ever unearthed and he’s not pounding you against your bedroom door. your knees buckle and your voice cracks around the edges as you scream his name for the hundredth time that night, the way he’s bullying into your sweetest spot making you gush yet again.

he’s perpetually hard as he helps you come down from your high, and the circle in his amber eyes spins as he loads the data from your smartwatch in a matter of milliseconds.

“2092 calories... hmm. i suppose you’ve met your goal for today….”

zhongli bends down to press a tender kiss to your sweaty forehead. and for a moment you sink into post-climax bliss, feeling warm and satiated and a lot less stressed than when you first started-

he smirks when your whole body jolts as his finger starts to slowly rub your swollen bud, hips gently moving to set a slow pace to not overstimulate you too much. although he had to say he was tempted to do so, with the indecent sound you’re making from both your upper and lower set of lips.

”… but what say you we go for more? after all… you’re most sensitive when you’re on the peak of your fertile days - such as today, yes?”

your android is very very strange, you decide. but then again his personality is described as “a tad insufferable” on the label so you guessed teyvat⟡robotics is at least being honest. for one, al haitham is very punctual with his ‘working hours’ - in fact, it was the very first thing he asked when you turned him on. anything after his ‘office hours’, and he gives you the insufferable roommate treatment. he also prefers to read physical books instead of using his supercomputer brain to look up information. he’s also very seemingly apathetic about a lot of things, and sometimes it drives you crazy… just like now.

“you said you wanted the cramps to hurt less. now stay still.”

he seems to not give any fuck about all the period blood smeared over his synthetic skin as he brings you over the edge for the third time tonight.

granted he could just turn off his smell and taste sensor, but you were pretty sure the vivid lust in his verdant green optics with a diamond of terracotta of his activity bar must be a glitch in his code. with muscled arms hugging your plump thighs, he buried himself further into your cunt, humming when he felt you clench around his tongue amidst his ministrations. they vibrate and fucks your sweetest spot with such precision and speed - and with each climax, it gets harder and harder to think.

go ahead, tug on his hair all you want - he’s just doing what you’ve instructed him to do. and what is he if not exemplary at his job? hell - perhaps if it’s for this, he wouldn’t mind working overtime.

“when i’m done with you, you won’t be able to feel any pain, let alone think.”

previously a unit made for war, the capitano model is intimidating - and that’s an understatement. he’s tall, bulky, rigged with many alien-like features, and would probably get stuck on your house’s doorways, but what most people don’t know since they don’t bother reading his manual is that he’s utterly soft and gentle to his owner. in this case, namely, you.

and you’re glad that he is because the sinful way his thick fingers are stirring your sloppy pussy and fucking your mouth was already making you see stars. long thick tongue slithered out from his ‘mouth’ behind the crevasse of his helmet, wrapping around your breast and flicking your hardened nipple, a guttural purr that sounded both mechanical and otherworldly seemingly making the air vibrate.

he hums when you beg for his girthy manhood, and his fingers scissor your walls as he gauges your reactions. capitano grunts and chuckles, gentle yet with a dark undertone behind it as he taps onto your clit and fucks you deeper with his fingers.

“not yet. you’re not ready, my little human. maybe after you give me two more orgasms.”

the general consensus is that ajax is the cutest companion one could ever get from the market, and you used to agree with that sentiment. he’s sweet and cheerful, cooks you the best homemade meals, and knows when to hold you when you feel too stressed.

if only your curious soul didn’t hack into his program that one night out of curiosity. if only you hadn’t found the commented-out section amongst the lines of codes in his program. if only-

tartaglia is meaner - a lot meaner, in fact. ajax holds your hand like you’re a bubble rising on top of the water's surface which can pop any moment, but tartaglia pins them onto your mattress in a tight grip to prevent you from escaping. ajax's focus is to please you and make you feel like royalty who's in for a good time - tartaglia’s focus is on how loud you can scream in pleasure for him, how many times you can come undone by his hands compared to ajax, and he thrives by hearing his name falling from your lips as your eyes cross and your cunt spasms around his length.

too sensitive? too much? you can’t?

“but babe…. doesn’t it feel even better when there’s a little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure?”

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[stellarbit]

His Scent

Hunter x female Jedi

I got a request for a Jedi solo saving Tech on a mission, growing closer, and making Hunter jealous. I tweaked it a little bit, but lemme just saw NSFW my girlies. I am not a Hunter girlie but I did have to fan my face for this one. You are strong and confident in this one.

2.0k words. NSFW

Tech leaned heavily against you, his arm draped over your shoulders as you helped him hobble along. You had been sent to Kashyyyk with Clone Force 99 to assist in dispatching a group of Trandoshan marauders. The operation concluded smoothly—until a separate incident sidelined Tech.

While attempting to disable enemy sensors solo, Tech missed several check-ins. Eventually, his voice crackled through the comm-link, "It appears I've inadvertently descended into a booby trap on the forest floor," he reported. "Apart from a definite ankle sprain, I'm intact. However, extricating myself from this pit will prove challenging given the state of my ankle. Assistance would be appreciated."

“Just hang tight, we’ll come rescue you.” Hunter’s relief was palpable through the comm. He’d barely released the comm device when you cut in.

“I’ll go.”

Hunter hesitated, shaking his head. “No, no. Crosshair and I-”

You raised a hand to cut him off. “Serg, I can force-jump down there and retrieve him faster than you could even reach the edge.” His silence was telling; he was clearly not convinced. Laughing heartily at his stern demeanor, you playfully slapped his shoulder as you breezed past. “Relax, Sergeant. I’ve got this.”

Hunter wasn’t fast enough to stop before you leapt into the dense canopy with a force-jump, diving into action despite his reservations.

But, you were right. Locating Tech and pulling him from the pit proved no challenge for your Jedi abilities. As the two of you made your way back through the Kashyyyk forest, you planned your next move aloud.

“Once we reach that clearing, I can jump us back to camp.”

Tech, wincing slightly with each step, was quick to propose an alternative. “Perhaps if you just comm Wrecker, he could—”

You interrupted Tech by yanking up on him, bettering your grip on him. “You boys need to have a little more faith.” Lurching him over one more felled tree you managed a teasing tone, “Unless it’s the heights bothering you.” The joy you got from teasing Tech would never fade.

Once at the clearing, you paused to give Tech a chance to rest his foot. He sighed heavily, the frustration evident even through his helmet. "I'm merely suggesting that Wrecker's strength could hasten our journey," he remarked, looking for a pragmatic solution.

Laughing lightly, you knelt to inspect his ankle. It was clearly swollen, but thankfully it seemed manageable with some rest. As you steadied his knee, you teased, "And miss the opportunity to hold you close?" You playfully blew a raspberry, adding, "Not likely."

Tech tilted his head, his shoulders drooping slightly under the weight of his exasperation. "You do realize, your playful antics might be entertaining, but they're also prolonging our delay."

“So you do find me entertaining.” When Tech’s only response was a deadpan expression you scoffed and stood.

Placing your hands on your hips and leaning in mock-seriousness you said, “Lighten up, Tech. We'll be back before you know it." Wit a sly grin, you added, "Besides, I think someone's little detour into a booby trap is the real time thief here."

Tech rolled his eyes, conceding with a shrug. “Fine, seeing how my mishap did indeed slow down operations.” He extended a hand towards you. “We will do it your way.”

Unable to hold back a satisfied smile you crouched down, shrugged his arm over your shoulder and put an arm under his legs to position him in your arms. Hauling him up in one fell swoop, you craned your head back to gauge his reaction.

Completely caught off guard, Tech’s hand flew up around your neck. His startled expression made you pause. It was cuter than you’d imagined. Tech quickly adjusted his eyes to a more composed, no-nonsense look.

"Okay, okay," you chuckled, slightly embarrassed but focusing on the task at hand. Tightening your hold on him, you looked up through the forest canopy. "Hold on tight." With those words, you launched upwards, navigating through the trees with ease.

Back at camp, Hunter stood impatiently at the Marauder door. He still wasn’t sure letting you go off on your own was the right thing to do.

Echo noticed Hunter’s fixation from his position inside the ship. "Hunter," he called out, rotating the pilot's chair to face him, "she can handle this."

Hunter didn’t respond immediately, his gaze locked on the path you had taken. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, a silent admission of his confidence in you. However, his eyes betrayed a hint of unease. "I know she can," he murmured, more to himself than to Echo. "But I’d feel better if she didn't have to prove it so often."

He’d feel better if you never left his sight.

Landing gracefully back at the camp, Tech still in your arms. As you approached with Tech, the rest of the squad gathered, visibly relieved to see both of you safe. 

Wrecker let out a boisterous laugh, clapping Hunter on the back. "Looks like the Jedi's got everything under control, huh?"

Hunter couldn’t help but smile genuinely this time, his eyes meeting yours as you helped Tech to a more comfortable spot. "Good work," he said, his voice carrying a mix of admiration. "But next time, maybe let us help a bit more."

Tech, now safely on solid ground, nodded in agreement. "Yes, perhaps with a more... collaborative approach."

Wrecker took Tech off your hands, following Echo into the Marauder to treat Tech. 

“Alright,” Hunter announced, turning to you and Crosshair. “The three of us will do one last perimeter check. As long as everything is clear for the regs, we can head out.” Without a word, Crosshair stalked off to begin his section of the sweep.

Hunter then turned to you. “You and I will take this sector.” His tone left no room for argument as he started walking.

“As long as I’m following you,” you quipped, your gaze briefly flicking to his backside, “I’m not complaining.” Your flirtation drew a weary sigh from Hunter.

You had only ventured a few feet into the forest, beyond the sight of the ship, when Hunter abruptly turned to face you.

Hunter grabbed your arms, spinning you around to face him as he pressed you against the massive tree root. He lifted his hands, removed his helmet, and moved in to cage between his arms.

For a moment, neither of you spoke; the forest around you seemed to hold its breath.

"You're fearless," he murmured, his voice low. "I respect that. But out there, when you jumped with Tech... I realized something." He moved a knee in time with his hands as he pushed you higher onto the tree root. Using his knees, he knocked your legs apart and pressed himself in between them.

“And what’s that?” A tremor ran through your hands, the predatory look in Hunter’s eyes locked you in place. Your legs fanned out farther for him, pulling a groan from him as he pressed into you.

"I didn't like it," Hunter confessed, his eyes dipping to your lips. "I didn't like the smell of him on you." His words hung in the air, charged and raw. His admission was not just about the mission—it was about him, about you, about the undefined something simmering between you two.

A soft laugh escaped you, born of nerves and the surreal nature of the confession. “The smell of him?”

Hunter nodded, bowing his head so that the tip of his nose brushed over the curve of your ear. A shiver ran up your spine, bending your neck towards him. Hunter’s hand slid over your shoulder, up the back of your neck, and to the side of your head. With a firm grip, he pulled your head to the side and exposed your neck.

Hunter grazed his lips where his nose had been and down the length of your neck. He settled into the crook of your neck and muttered against your skin. “I can still smell him on you.”

You whined at the hum of his voice across your skin. Until then, your hands were frozen at your sides, now they freely roamed his waist. The way Hunter moved his body was a sin.

“You hate it that much?” You breathed out.

“Yes,” He ground out. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" 

You moved your head just enough that your lips were only a breath from his. Heat pooled between your legs and you smiled. “So do something about it.” 

Hunter’s nose flared and kissed you like he was going to devour you. The angle you were sitting at gave him ample room to pull at your clothes. The loose nature of your outfit made it easy for Hunter to expose the skin of your legs and pull aside your panties. 

At the same time you ripped away the gear at his waist. Between the two of you, it felt like you wouldn’t be satisfied until you were completely bare for each other. 

Hunter’s hands wedged under your ass and angled your hips as you pulled him from his pants. At your touch, Hunter sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, dragging his teeth over the sensitive flesh. You gasped into his mouth. 

“Tell me you want this.” He almost begged.

“I want this,” You quickly panted.

He thrust his hips into your touch, groaning as he said, “Tell me you want me.”

Giving him a firm stroke, you lined his head up with your entrance. That gentle contact sent a drip of your slick down his cock. 

“I want you, Hunter.” You pulled him in with your legs and sunk his cock into you. He finished the motion and buried himself into you.

His girth shocked you, but didn’t stop you from moving against his thrusts. The painful stretch he caused flooded your groin with heat. Each thrust knocked you incoherent. His thrusts were shallow and rapid, barely pulling out before ramming back into you. 

With another person, he may have worried about breaking them. You weren’t like others though. Your strength and fierceness were what intoxicated him. So Hunter trusted you could take it; that you could take him.

And you were taking him so well.

You squeezed your hand between your bodies, feeling for the sensitive bud between your legs. When you arched into him, Hunter knew you found it. Your eyes rolled while your fingers made small, precise circles. Every second, you were tightening around him and pushing him closer to his limit.

Hunter dipped his lips to the soft spot behind your ear, breath warm against your skin, and gave the spot a long, slow lick. With a smile evident in his voice, he said. “Good girl.”

His voice made your entire body go taught, a sudden burst of heat rushing from your core. You moaned out his name like it could save you and held on to him while your orgasm wrecked you. 

The sudden vice grip you had on him made Hunter hiss and he buried himself deep inside of you, pressing his face into your neck. Release hit him hard and he groaned into your skin. For a moment, he thought he’d never stop filling you.

Everytime he thought he was coming down you convulsed around him and another wave of pleasure flooded him. It wasn’t until your body started relaxing around him that Hunter was able to gain a semblance of clarity. 

You both were breathless. Panting, spent, and drunk on each other. It took a good ten seconds of catching your breath before you reached up, patted the back of his head, and said with a smile, “How do I smell now?”

Hunter chuckled into your shoulder. He inhaled deeply before he pushed himself up. On exhale he said, “Good.”

Your head fell back and you laughed, “Because I smell like you?”

He gripped your chin and tilted your head back up. With a cocky little smirk he gave a nod. “Exactly.”

The moment lingered, but duty eventually called, and you both straightened, adjusting yourselves and your gear.

Hunter replaced his helmet, saying "We should finish that perimeter check," His voice was almost normal but still carrying a trace of the heat from moments before.

You nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips. "Lead the way, Sergeant."