#especially now that it has bones. lets me rest my arm on the leg

[springlock-suits]

New favorite thing is to lie on my springbonnie cosplay when I want to sit or lay down

[dumbbitchgalore]

Bringing out the horny in Old man!Price at his retirement party 💦

This is the day that made him feel old as fuck. A retirement party at 45 although his bones preface by saying that they are in their 70s. It’s safe to say that being a SAS soldier has taken quite a toll on the poor man.

And the worse pain of all, being diagnosed with erectile dysfunction at 40. How could his body be so selfish and do something like that to him, especially since he’s got you to keep happy.

Once again, the universe was turning its back on him like a big ‘fuck you’ as John enters his midlife crisis. Now, you on the other hand did not give a flying fuck about his erectile dysfunction. In fact, it made you love him even more!

You adore his useless cock. Cock warming is amazing with his limp dick resting inside of you occasionally twitching every once in a while making you burst with satisfaction and not to mention blowjobs. It’s heavenly to have his useless cock stuffed in your mouth and you wouldn’t have it any either way.

Tonight, John had a scowl on his face as he sipped his beer. Coming up from behind, you hug him tightly earning a chuckle from John and a hand resting on top of yours.

"Come." You simply state, nuzzling into his back.

John cranes his head to the side as he watches you from his peripheral view. "Where?"

"Just come with me." You chide jokinging, pulling him by his hand and making him follow you.

Taking him to his office, you lock the door behind you. John cocks an eyebrow at your actions but you simply shrugs as a response.

Sauntering over to him, you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek tenderly. Remaining skeptical, John scoffs confused at to what you're doing.

You sense his hesitation and kiss his lips softly, "Let me treat my Captain to a job well done."

John sees the twinkle in your eyes, your desire to make him feel good on a day that he's dreaded for so long. However, he shakes his head, massaging your shoulders.

"How about I make my Birdie feel good, hm?" He says.

"Why?" You whisper.

Trailing his hand down the side of your arm, he brings you close as he pulls you flush to him by your wrists.

"Because..." He begins to speak.

"Because you've put up with my stubborness."

Kiss

"You've played nurse for all the times I came home injured or hungover."

Kiss

"You're more than I deserve,"

Kiss

"You're stuck with my idiotic arse."

Kiss

"And most of all, you haven't flown away yet."

Your whines and gasps are engulfed by his onslaught of open-mouth kisses. Tongues swirling around, fighting one another for power.

John pulls away looking into your eyes.

"Open your mouth, Petal." He commands huskily.

You nod, tilting your head up as you open your mouth. John slowly lets his spit dribble into your mouth. It tasted like John, tasted like perfection. Metallic and acidic.

Keeping eye contact, you swallow all of it before open your mouth showing proof of your obediance. John hums in atisfaction.

"Slag." He mutters, pushing you onto the couch before hiking your dress up and ripping your lacy panties off, earning an annoyed huff for the now ruined article of clothing.

John groans, kneeling down in between your legs as he shoves his nose into your soaping pussy, your juices slighting coating his nose. He inhales deeply taking in the sweet smell of your sex.

"What a pretty, wet cunt you've got here, Birdie." He coos, giving your clit a harsh flick as you yelp at the familiar sensation as John chuckles.

"Reactive too."

He flattens his tongue across your slit, gathering your arousal on the tip of his tongue, poking and proding your hole as his thumb plays with your clit.

Your legs rest on top of his shoulders, giving him a better access to your cunt. Soon enough the room is filled with your moans and mewls as your mind becomes a haze from the pleasure your man is giving you.

John groans like a straved man against your folds as he satiates his thirst with your essence. Your thighs clamp around his head as you lock him into place with now mercy of withdrawing from his own ministrations.

Letting out a low chuckle, he looks up at you through his lashes. Cerulean eyes mirroring the same lust that coarsed through your veins.

"You better cum on face, Birdie or else I won't let you cum at all."

[notjustjavierpena]

Gush

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Just pure filth.

Summary: Joel, your dad’s best friend, teaches you how to come with your clit untouched.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), dad’s best friend, daddy kink (yeah it was bound to happen), pet names, innocence kink, age gap, dirty talk, fingering, squirting, only very brief piv sex, unprotected sex

Word count: 1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48494866

Gush

You let out a frustrated groan as you look up at the ceiling, arms crossed over your chest and with the prettiest pout that Joel has ever seen displayed on anyone’s face. He sits on his knees in front of your naked body, cock heavy between his legs but with no intention of using it on you and thus making you even more bitter about the situation.

“It’s not going to happen, daddy,” you say as you avoid Joel’s soft eyes. He rubs a hand over your naked belly, skimming it across the sensitive skin below your belly button. He isn’t going to give up. 

“Well, no, not if ya don’t relax,” he says with a smug chuckle. You try to cross your legs to get him to go away, but he catches you by your ankles and places each of your feet flat on the bed again, “Stay, sweetheart. We’ll keep going until we get it right.”

You’ve been at it for what feels like hours now, but Joel hasn’t made you come yet with your clit untouched but oh, you have been on the brink so many times that your cunt is throbbing and a steadily growing pool of arousal is forming on his bedsheets. It’s beginning to feel ridiculous, especially when he bats your hand away when you try to take matters into your own hands. 

“Daddy knows exactly how you touch yourself, I don’t needa see it again,” he had told you after your third attempt to sneak a hand down to your clit. 

Now, you’ve given up coming anytime soon, but Joel is still determined as ever. He runs his thick fingers through your folds once more to slick up his fingers, then twists his wrist and inserts two fingers into your already stretched pussy. 

“You know,” you say after a soft moan, deciding to look down once again to see his digits stretch you open, “I have to be home for dinner in an hour. Dad’s lighting up the barbecue.” 

“He told me he was getting it out for the first time this summer,” he small talks back at you, curling his fingers inside of you and finding your eyes with his own, “There, yeah?”

He rubs once and you nod, moaning as he starts up a rhythm of his fingers slowly fucking against your g-spot. You shift a little, relax a bit further into the mattress and let your knees fall out to the sides. 

“Don’t think of anything from now on, just of this,” he says quietly, pumping his digits in and out of you. 

It starts out completely the same, and it’s enough to make you want to cuss at him. You know better than that though, and let out a whine, “It’s not going to work. Just rub my clit, daddy, please. It hurts now.” 

“Shut up, I got something I want to try,” he coaxes your orgasm a little further. It’s the same build-up; something pooling in the pits of your stomach and tugging from inside your womb, but God, you need that little extra thing to tip you over the edge. 

Or do you? Something changes then, and you realize that Joel’s other hand is resting just above your pubic bone. He pushes down gently and gradually speeding up his fingers, creating more pressure and friction inside of you. 

“What’re…?” You let out a gasp that even surprises yourself, your toes starting to curl and your clit starting to pulse as if begging to be paid attention to, “Touch my clit. Please, oh— f— Joel, daddy. Touch it. Keep going, no, touch it.”

“No,” he says, beckoning your orgasm closer with his fingers. He makes a come-hither motion over and over again, keeping his other hand still on your belly until he can feel his fingers moving inside your cunt, “Wanna see that cute fucking clit pulse just for me, ain’t gonna be able to see it if my fingers are on it, baby girl.”

You panic a little when a new sensation starts coming from inside of you. It’s a form of pressure that you’re familiar with but not during sex, and you start thrashing a little to get him off, “Joel! Joel, I swear, I— I’m gonna pee. If you don’t stop, I’ll… oh my God, Joel, I’m fucking serious. You’re gonna make me— make me…”

You come with a high-pitched moan as all the tension in your body snaps. Every nerve-ending in your clit is on fire with sweet contractions of pleasure, and suddenly your whole heartbeat goes straight to between your thighs as your cunt spasms from clit to slit. It wants something more though, because your legs won’t stop violently shaking, and Joel seems to know exactly what that is. 

Without saying a thing, he removes his fingers from you and you fear that you might actually have pissed his bed because, without warning, a wet gush has stained the sheets between him and you. 

His fingers enter you once more, and you’re ready to cry as he causes another gush of clear liquid to squirt onto the mattress. It feels so fucking good despite how embarrassing it feels, climax slowly fading as he repeats the move a few more times. 

You collapse completely when he finally lets go of you with both his hands. You’re panting softly into the bedroom, and he gets the shirt he had worn earlier off the floor to cover the stained sheets. 

“Holy shit, the princess squirts,” Joel laughs as he crawls on top of you, but it’s a laugh filled with wonder and excitement. He looks younger like this, you think.

He hovers above you, reaches down to guide his hard cock inside of your still sensitive cunt. Both of you gasp in unison, but you’ve never heard his voice so cocky, “You, young lady, are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen when you come like that.” 

It’s enough to make any sense of embarrassment go away, and you can’t wait to ask him to do it again. 

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[bambheez]

nonsense (s.jy)

SUMMARY: you overhear your best friend and roommate jake talking about his massive dick, so you decide you want to see it for yourself. PAIRING: bestfriend/roommate!jake x reader (afab) GENRE: smut (minors dni) WARNINGS: sub!jake, dom!reader, oral sex (m. receiving), size kink, reader is very VERY straightforward, jake has a huge dick, profanity WORD COUNT: 1.5k A/N: this is literally just pure filth. inspired by this post and ofc ‘nonsense’ by sabrina carpenter. as always, if you enjoyed/have feedback, please reblog/comment or send an ask. my inbox is always open!

“Small dick? Seriously? You know I’m—” he paused, remembering you were in the room with him. He turned around to see you laying on his bed, legs up in the air, eyes trained on your laptop screen.

Your ears perked up at the odd conversation; your earbuds were no longer playing any music, but you gave him no impression that you were eavesdropping.

“Know what, Jake? Cat got your tongue?” Heeseung snickered through his headphones, Jay following with a similar comment.

“Nah, Y/N’s in my room but she’s got her headphones in,” he lowered his voice to a whisper. “You know I’m bigger than both of you motherfuckers.”

Your lips lifted into a smirk at his confession. You could hear laughter booming from Jake’s headphones as you quietly put your earbuds away and moved off the bed toward him.

“How big?” you whispered against his ear.

He jolted in his seat, wincing from banging his toe into the leg of his desk.

“How big?” you repeated, now standing in front of him, blocking his view of the game. You lifted up your shirt to reveal your stomach. “Would it reach here,” you asked, pointing to a spot above your pubic bone. “Or here,” moving your finger up an inch. “Maybe here?” you circled around your belly button.

Jake visibly reddened, even under the faint green lights of his PC. His fingertips—currently resting against his keyboard—jerked back into motion at the realization that Heeseung and Jay were still on the call.

“Sorry, someone’s at the door,” he mumbled into his mic. “You guys play without me, I’ll hop on later.” He closed out of the game and Discord tab before taking his headphones off.

His fingers were fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, eyes—avoiding contact with yours—staring straight ahead at his desktop wallpaper.

“You didn’t answer my question, Jake.”

“Stop talking nonsense, Y/N,” he turned to look up at you, your body now leaning against his desk. “Why do you even want to know?” his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped.

“So you were lying then?”

“No, but—”

“Then show me.”

Jake could feel himself hardening in his sweatpants. As much as he tried to ignore the ache between his thighs and tell you you were insane, the look you gave him—utterly earnest, like you wanted to devour him—made his insides stir.

You dropped to your knees with a thump, rolling his gaming chair out by its arms to face you. A groan ripped from Jake’s throat at the sight. You sat back on your heels to observe his reaction, his lids hooded and lips slightly parted. He nodded at you, watching as you glanced from his growing bulge back up to his eyes.

The imprint of his cock was visible, and your fingers flitted over him, traveling from his thighs up to the strings of his sweats.

He let out short, quick breaths before whimpering “please”.

You held back a giggle. When had he become so needy?

Pulling off his sweats and boxers in one swift motion, his cock slapped against his lower stomach. “Wow,” your mouth watered at the sheer size. And he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

His breath hitched in response, body squirming in your hold. Jumbled thoughts were running through his head at a hundred miles per hour. This was his roommate turned best friend on her knees, ogling at his erection.

You had thought about the size of his cock before, especially when he was lounging around in gray sweats. You’d caught glimpses of his bulge, and the size of it even when he was soft was enough to make your core throb in anticipation. You had thought about how his cock looked, too, and what you saw in front of you now exceeded your expectations in every way. His tip was red and flushed against his abdomen, a lengthy vein ran from his base to tip, and beads of precum were beginning to form at his slit.

You hesitantly wrapped both hands around the base of his cock. “Fuck,” you muttered. Two hands and barely half of his cock was covered.

He felt scorchingly hot under your touch. You squeezed at his base before devouring as much as you could of him in your mouth.

He cried out from above you, hands gripping the arms of his chair until his knuckles turned white. You could feel your underwear sticking to your folds as you tried to discreetly rock back and forth against your heels, desperate for some friction of your own.

You were bobbing up and down on the top half of his cock, tongue swirling around his tip and occasionally digging into his slit. Jake wanted so badly to keep his eyes open, to see the way you peered up at him through your lashes, but he could feel every inch of movement of your tongue running along his veins that the pleasure was much too intense.

Strings of curses flew from his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You’re doing s-so well,” he whined before gently placing a hand on the back of your head.

I can do even better, you thought to yourself as you slowly removed your hands from his base and took him into your throat.

“Ah, oh f-fuck!” he moaned. You hollowed your cheeks, placing your hands on his hips to steady yourself.

Jake resisted the urge to start thrusting into your mouth, largely due to his disbelief that you could take him all the way.

You gagged around his length and he nearly choked on his breath from the sensation. Working your way down even farther, his tip hit the back of your throat while you moved your hands to knead at his thighs.

You pulled off of him to catch your breath, eyes twinkling up at him as a string of saliva stretched between his tip and your lips.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he croaked out, throat remarkably dry.

You gave him a small smile. Just you wait.

You took a deep breath before bringing your hands to the back of his hips, slamming his cock down your throat in one go. You repeatedly swallowed around his girth and Jake’s entire body convulsed under you, noises he didn’t know he was capable of making falling from his lips.

You buried the tip of your nose in his pelvis; your head was foggy, throat sore, and eyes watering, but the sight of Jake losing complete control under you made it worth it.

“I-I’m gonna—mmph,” he whined, bunching your hair in a fist.

You could see his abdomen clenching and feel his thighs twitching, signaling that he would cum any second. Jake opened his eyes to peer down at you and he had to physically grab your bobbing head to stop himself from cumming.

The view in front of him was the most sinful yet beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Your lips were slick and swollen, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth down to your chin. Your hair was in a tangled mess from his grip, and there were tear streaks from your eyes down to your neck.

He brushed your hair out of your face and you smiled, humming around his cock. You sped up your pace before wrapping your arms around his hips again, sucking and swallowing around him as if your life depended on it.

“Oh shit, oh f-fuck, I’m cumming, Y/N I’m—”

You pushed your nose forward and took him to the hilt one last time before he was cumming with a shout of your name on his lips. Spurts of his warm release traveled down your throat, and Jake finally grabbed at your head with both hands, bucking his hips up and fucking your face as he chased his high.

Shockwaves of ecstasy traveled through Jake’s every vein and artery. You swallowed drop after drop of him until his thrashing and jerking under you slowed to a stop. His cock twitched in your mouth one final time, beginning to soften, when he pulled you off of him with a pop.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Jake moaned like you’ve never heard a man moan before.

“Such a big, pretty cock”, you gave his tip a quick peck before tucking him back into his sweats. “But it’s a shame you don’t know how to use it”, you chuckled.

He whined at the comment, his finger reaching up to the corner of your lips, swiping at the residue of his release. He thought about your question from earlier, picturing reaching your cervix and filling you to the brim with his cum.

“Please, teach me?” he begged.

read part 2 here

[whinypuppi]

plotline: “ryomen sukuna invites you to his chambers to bathe with him.”

cw: gn!reader , nudity , suggestive , sexual tension , sukuna is obviously harsh but not as much , minor fluff , degrading pet name(s) , hints at sukuna lactating but not explicitly stated , he has two cocks , not proofread , a very short oneshot so please read slow

as you walked to the bathroom of your king's chambers, you couldn't help but feel almost nervous. urame had informed you that sukuna was requesting of you immediately (likely for you to wash him—which wasn't an issue in itself), but you were always anxious to be around him. he was a very threatening being and just had that...unsettling aura? either way, he hasn't killed you yet! maybe he isn't too bad.

when you made it there, the bath was already set up, and he was inside the water—shirtless and crossing his arms. the bubbles were just barely covering his pecs, and the opened bottle of lavender on the counter explained the smell. the mirror was slowly starting to fog up, and the air already felt steamy.

“i waited a long time, brat. don't let it happen again.” his voice snapped you out of your daze—lost in thought when the sweet smell hit your nose.

“r-right, my lord. should i start with your hair?” you were already grabbing for the cinnamon-scented shampoo bottle, his personal favorite, but his voice cutting in stopped you—

“strip.”

“..excuse me?” your voice became meek and you couldn't help but stand frozen.

“you will bathe with me. immediately.” now, you did find your king...easy on the eyes, but he'd never pursued you. you didn't think there would ever be something between you both.

a refusal would likely result in death. you've also been working down to the bone recently, and the hot water would do numbers. “..of course, my king.”

you were still shy—no denying that. all four of his eyes were on you, and you hated to be judged.

“you're wasting my time. i'll look away if i must.”

“i'm sorry!” you eeped, taking your clothes off piece by piece. your hands shook more than they should've when you pulled your undergarments off.

you slowly got into the water and sunk down until it stopped at your neck. it felt hot, but not scalding. you sighed softly as your muscles relaxed. he noticed, but only tsked.

you got to work, considering this would've been your third mistake of the evening. he knew when his servants were unloyal or complete slackers. he never hesitated to take their lives, either.

pouring a glob of shampoo onto your hand, you moved an inch closer to reach his head and gently scrub it into his scalp. he didn't scold you for it, but you saw his adam's apple bob.

daring to strike up a conversation to lighten the tense mood, you thought of the first question that came to mind. “how was your day, my lord?”

“fine.” when you accidentally moved a little too close to his lower half, he held your hip in place with one of his burly arms. you never really got to see how toned he was until now. and in such an intimate situation, too.

when you finished washing his hair, you grabbed his body scrub and applied body wash to it. he didn't take his eyes off of you or your body the entire time, but was quiet for the most of it. you were especially careful of his nipples—a very sensitive part of his body he warned you of.

he knew you were one of the gentlest of his servants. you treated him like you enjoyed serving him and not because you were forced to. everyone other than urame feared him, but you saw him as something more. he didn't know why he enjoyed your company but was annoyed by anyone else's.

you tried not to blush when it came down to his legs, calves, and—

“tell me, brat. am i foolish?”

“f-foolish? of course not, my king. why do you ask?”

he didn't answer, only giving you a 'hm' of acknowledgement before letting you contiue. he didn't ask many questions, so it came as a shock.

foolish for liking a mere human, he might've said, but he'd never admit it. it was simply a thought.

the rest of the evening was quiet. you helped lord sukuna rinse and dry him—remaining professional and not letting your eyes drift lower and lower. though, out of your peripheral vision, it looked like he had two. two sets of eyes, arms, and even his...

you would've gawked if you weren't holding your breath and biting your lip to stiffle the noise that threatened to come out. your heart raced at the intrusive thought of them being in you. would it even fit? probably not, but that made it all the more arousing.

“next time, do not keep me waiting.”

next time?

this didn't come out as good as i wanted it to since i've never wrote for sukuna, so i might rewrite it to add more detail and word-length it if i have the time.

part two at 500 likes guys!! (*≧∇≦)ﾉ (so basically never)

[chamomiletealeaf]

okay i saw your tall thick girl post and i gotta ask now… how do we think the 141 men would react to a girl with a tummy / hip dips ? and when she’s insecure about it.

RAHHH YES

As a girl with a tummy and hipdips so deep there are men with rounder hips than me, I love this idea

The way I wrote Johnny's has ME BLUSHING MY GOD I NEED HIM

warnings: afab! fem reader, insecurities, body worship, suggestive themes, reader has a belly piercing for Gaz's blurb, MDNI

Price can not keep his hands off you. Especially if you wear a tight fitted dress. So when he catches you pulling every tight fitted piece of clothing you own out of your closet he's confused.

"Lovie what's all this?" He asks, watching you throw your clothes out your closet.

"I'm getting rid of them." You say, face hidden from him so he can't see the tears well in your eyes.

He goes to pick up a blue baby doll slip dress you loved wearing on special occasions and holds it out to look at it.

"Even this one hun'? You love this one. It looks so cute on you." He says, genuinely confused why all of a sudden you hated the clothes you seemed to love wearing.

You turn around and snatch it from him angrily and throw it back on the floor.

"Yeah well I don't love it anymore." You say, turning back around to continue pulling your clothes off the hangers.

Price cautiously walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Honey. What's the matter?" He gently whispers in your ear.

You stop your movements and close your eyes, biting your lip to try and stop the tears from falling.

You hang your head and let out a quiet sob which causes him to turn you around and wrap his arms around you.

"Hey, c'mon it's ok. What's all this about sweetheart? Talk to me please." He says and lifts your chin up to look at him. "Why are you cryin' sweets?"

You sniffle and try to talk between sobs.

"I- I just wish I looked different. None of these clothes look good on me. If I was skinnier or had fuller hips, or-" You ramble while crying but Price cuts you off.

"Oh honey. Sweetheart." He says and wipes your tears then kisses your forehead. "I don't see what you see. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. What got this stupid idea that you're not pretty enough in your little head hm?" He asks, still holding you like you'd fall out of his reach.

"I just- why do you even like me? All those girls in those catalogues I have look nothing like me." You say, refusing to look him in the eye.

"What? Why would I want anyone else? Who cares about the catalogue girls they're not you?" He questions.

"My tummy, and my hip dips, and-"

"Lemme stop you right there." He says, and drops to his knees.

"Listen love. I don't know why you think you're not the most beautiful woman in the world, so let me help set it straight hm?" He says, leaning his head on your thigh.

"John." You whisper, tears still falling.

"Uh-uh, unless the next words out of your mouth are about how perfect you are I don't wanna hear them." He says while placing a kiss to your thigh.

He runs his hands up your thighs to rest on your hips under your pajama shorts you're wearing.

"You. Are perfect." He says between kisses up your legs. He leaves his hands on your hips and goes to leave a little bite on your hip bone.

"And your hips are perfect too. I don't know why you hate them so much darling. The way they dip in right here is so fucking sexy. Looks so damn good when you wear that cute little fitted skirt with it. Really shows them off. Can't help but squeeze your hips when I see them." He says, moving his kisses right where your hips dimple in on both sides.

Then he moves his hands up from your hips to your soft tummy from under your shorts, keeping his wrists pinned to you. He moves his mouth from your hips to your tummy where he leaves little bites and kisses.

"And this cute little tummy my god." He says with a squeeze making you whimper.

"John stop." You say, trying to push his head away from embarrassment.

"No." He says like you offended him. "I said I was gonna show you just how perfect you actually are so that's what I'm gonna do whether you like it or not."

He sucks a mark onto your tummy making you whine from the tickling sensation of his tongue and beard on your delicate skin.

"You know, that babydoll dress is my favorite too. Shows off your tummy so nicely. Just wanna squeeze you when you wear it. And these shorts. You know how I feel about you in low waisted pants lovie. You always look so soft." His hands are still gripping and kneading your hips from under your shorts and his mouth is kissing and sucking on every part of your skin he can reach around your hips and tummy.

"John please. Tickles." You say with a giggle this time.

"Ah there it is. That pretty smile." He says

"Why don't you let me show you what other parts of you I love as well darling, if you know what I mean." He says with a mischievous grin looking up at you from on his knees, and how could you ever say no to him?

Gaz sees you in a cropped tank top and low waisted pajama pants which shows off your belly piercing and he stares at you like a deer in headlights. You walk past him in the kitchen to make yourself some tea or something and Gaz just... Watches....

"What?" You ask, looking at him with your mug while you wait for the water to heat up.

"Nothing you just..." Gaz starts, "You just look really cute."

"I'm just wearing pajamas." You say, eyebrows furrowed, wondering what could be so cute about you right now.

Gaz takes a step closer and holds your face in his hands.

"Yeah, pajamas that look really cute on you. You always look cute." He says before kissing your lips.

His hands run down your body over your ass which he squeezes, making you yelp. Then his hand comes around to play with your belly piercing.

"You know this little piercing you got is so fucking sexy." He says with a smirk.

"Yeah? I almost didn't get it because, well, my tummy." You say embarrassed.

"What? Uh, hello, that's all more the reason to get one sweetheart. Tummies are cute. Especially yours." He says that last part into your ear while his hands travel up from your ass to grab at your hips.

You giggle, but pull away to pull down your tank top and pull your pajama pants up so they hide your tummy. Gaz catches on and grabs your wrists to stop your movements, and he puts your shirt and pants back in place.

"No. Keep 'em there. Don't get all shy now honey." He says. "Now turn around and lemme see that cute lil' ass and those sexy hips while you make your tea."

Simon noticed you had hip dips when he first saw you out of your cargos while at a formal and he could not stop staring at them. And the way you walked in that long cocktail gown that accentuated the dips in your hips made him instantly hard. He imagined how cute and delicate they would look while he pounded you from behind, making perfect handles for him, and he wondered if you had back dimples too where he could put his thumbs while his hands grabbed your hip dips. He also noticed the way the dress stretched over your tummy, showing your pudge. He could tell you were wearing a girdle or something, but he wished you would have just let your tummy out fully. He thought it was the cutest thing and made you look like Aphrodite. And he knew he had to make you his.

"What are you doin' lovie." He asks, seeing you standing in your full body mirror in your shared bedroom in some new underwear you bought. "Oh. Are those new?" He asks with a smirk, noticing you're just in your new panties you're modeling for yourself and a t shirt.

"I like those. The color is sexy on you." He says, coming up behind you grabbing your ass while resting his head on your shoulder.

"Hm. I don't know. I don't have the body to pull this type of cut off." You say ashamedly.

"What? What do you mean? They look fuckin' amazing on you." He says as he turns you around so you're facing him.

"I don't know, it's not very flattering on me. It's low waisted so it shows my tummy and the band shows off my hip dips." You say, looking down and tugging at the underwear.

"Sweetheart. You just described the best parts about these panties." He says with a smirk as he goes to hold your face with his hand, running a thumb over your lips.

"You can be honest Simon. You don't have to lie. I already know it looks bad." You say, and Simon gets visibly upset.

He steps back a few steps to sit down on the bed and he reaches his hands out to grab you by the hips so you come with him. He tugs so you're standing in between his legs looking down at him.

"Turn around." He says sternly, and you do what he says, turning back around to face the mirror again.

Simon peeks his head out around you and presses his face into your side while his hands grab your thighs.

"Look at yourself bunny. You see this perfect fuckin' woman in the mirror? That's you. And this perfect, gorgeous body is yours too." He says, then he plants a kiss on your hip.

"Go on sweetheart. Say it. Say you're perfect." Simon demands, kneading your thighs and hips while leaving kisses all over your thick waist.

"I'm perfect." You mumble, embarrassed at the words.

"Louder." He says, before he goes to bite at the band of the pretty new panties you bought, pulling it back with his teeth and letting it go, snapping it back in place against your skin, making you jump.

"I- I'm perfect." You say louder, and Simon smiles.

"Good. Now get up here on the bed. Gonna fuck you through these cheeky little panties to show you just how perfect I think you are now."

Johnny actually has no shame. You and him are put together for a mission and the safe house you had was actually super nice. Some air bnb in the woods with a hot tub, so you brought a little bikini just incase you had any time to actually stay at the house. And besides, it was just Johnny there, so who cares?

Johnny did. Johnny cared very much.

You got one full night in the house since you and Johnny finished the mission earlier than expected. Yeah, you guys were just good like that, so you decided to celebrate with drinks and the hot tub you've both been dying to get in.

Johnny is already out there with a beer and you approach him wrapped in a towel with your drink in hand.

"Mind if I join you Sergeant?" You ask playfully.

"Not at all lass. Water's fine." He smiles.

You were trying to figure out how to get into the tub without taking the towel off long enough where Johnny could see your body, but there was really no way to do that. You were self conscious, and what if he didn't like what he saw? But you knew the only way to get in without wetting the towel, was to just take the towel off before stepping in. So that's what you did.

You placed your drink down on the little table by the tub and quickly took the towel off, crossing your arms over your body to hide as much as you could. Johnny noticed and felt bad you felt uncomfortable. After all, he did love what he saw. But Johnny was Johnny, and he stared anyway.

You unwrapped your arms from over your body to step into the tub and you stood on the ledge in it, water coming up right above your knees giving Johnny a full view of your whole body.

He rakes his eyes up and down your body and notices the softness of your body, especially the curvature of your hips and how they dipped in at one point.

cute he thought as he went to take a swig of his beer, eyes never leaving your body.

He also took note of the cute roll of your tummy when you bent down to sit and it made him grin around the beer bottle opening. You were adorable.

"Well fuck me lass. didn't know you had all that under that tac gear." He said with a smirk, and his eyes had a mischievous glint to them.

Johnny always flirted like this, so this was nothing new.

"Oh shut up Johnny." You said with an embarrassed laugh and turned around to reach for your drink. You couldn't reach it, so you had to climb out the hot tub a little bit more, notching your hips on the edge of the tub as you bent over to reach for your drink, giving Johnny the perfect view of your ass, the dips of your hips, and the mound of your covered pussy, which made Johnny's cock twitch in his swim shorts.

You and Johnny always had this unspoken thing, so it wasn't abnormal for this tension to be here. It was just heavier than normal tonight.

You grabbed your drink and sat back into the tub, moving a little closer to Johnny.

"You can come closer bonnie, I don't bite." He says moving up right next to you to lean into your ear to say:

"Unless you want me to." He whispers, making you shiver.

That night ended with Johnny fucking you over the edge of the hot tub, his face buried between your thighs from the same position, and multiple missed phone calls from Price.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hey! I saw your writing for Miles earth 42. I was wondering if you could write what it would be like dating miles earth 42. Like some headcannons. Thank you!!

(hello! Sure I can and here ya go! Enjoy!)

Dating Earth 42 Miles Morales

I not gonna lie, he can be an ass at times

Especially when mad or annoyed or in arguments

Tries not to but is late or sometimes can't make it to daes and feels so bad

Tries to make it up to you the best he can

But other than that, he's probably the best boyfriend to have

Obviously before he was the prowler and before his canon event, he was just our Miles

After the canon, that changed but with you sometimes old peeks of that Miles bubbles up

He's protective

But in no way is possessive

You could do whatever you want and he would let you

Nobody is willing to mess with him or you because as you're doing your thing, he's nearby and watching you

If anyone looks at him and then to you, they can tell you're together

He's willing to fight if someone ever talks shit about you or makes you uncomfortable

Let's you braid his hair as long as you don't mess it up or pull on his hair too hard

He likes the feeling of sitting between your legs, his head like resting on your thigh as he just feels your hands making their way around his hair

It's a very comforting feeling and don't be surprised if he puts little pecks onto your thighs

Will not let you feel insecure, especially in like revealing or tight clothing because you just look so good

A sorta deep and sorta rough kisser at times, especially in the moment but in more soft and intimate times a slow and passionate kisser

Likes having his hands on your waist and sorta leaning you down as he kisses you, your arms around his neck and shit

Favorite place to kiss gotta be your neck and your jaw, he just has too

A hand always in your hip or on your back

Arm around your waist or around your shoulder

If you steal his clothes and he sees you for the first time in them he's gonna stare for a moment

Then just watch the smirk form as he comes up to you, kisses you and oh my Lord

Or he's hugging you from behind

Likes having his hands like roam your sides

Slips his hand onto your neck or weaves his hand into your hair, pulling you closer when you guys kiss

You can kiss him for an eternity and then some

Kissing you is like addicting to him

He always wants to make sure you're safe, and can handle yourself so he likes you to carry like a pocket knife or he taught you some shit

And if you get into fights he's obviously proud of you because you bet your ass you won

Makeouts are actually pretty common as he makes up kisses he missed

he either is hovering above you while you're on your back and kissing you

Or you're straddling him and kissing him, his lips slip down to your neck or your collar bone mind you

Or you're against a wall or he is against a wall

He likes flirting and making you flustered

He's an asshole with that shit

Calls you nicknames in Spanish or says stuff in Spanish, if you don't understand he does it even more

I feel after his dad he was more closed off, a wreck inside but wanted to be strong for his mom and you

You need to help with that and you di, you're practically his rock now who he goes to for anything, even when he doesn't want to talk

Just being around you helps him

He likes laying his head in your lap

It's just so nice and comforting to him, kiss his knuckles or play with his hands

"I love you, you know that, right?" Or "Don't worry, you got me." Is stuff he says on the daily

Hold his hand and run your hands over his knuckles and feel how relaxed he gets

He can hug you from behind, put his head on your shoulder and just stay there for god knows how long

He buys you a lot of shit to make up for what he cannot say as sometimes he can't say how much he loves and appreciates you

So he does stuff to show it

If you like cuddling he likes either having you by his side, arm wrapped around you with your head on his chest or him laying on your chest

Spoon him from behind, he loves it but will deny it entirely

Make him flustered, he'll be frozen for a minute before a real smile comes onto his face

On days where some shit is hard, either by being the Prowler he likes laying on top of you as you whisper shit into his ear

He needs stuff like that

If you got on with his mama he is not letting you go

Especially if his mom liked you because that shit is rare

Let's you steal his clothes on the daily

He sees you eyeing something when out with him, or he sees you about to buy something or have a new interest?

He's buying you it and buying you whatever you need

Go nuts, baby, he loves seeing the smile on your face

Play fights with you, likes pinning you down and just kissing you or tickling your side

He loves hearing your laugh and seeing your smile as they just calm him at the worse times

Likes sneaking away with you from anything possible

Little compliments mean so much from him, makes you feel good about yourself too

Arguments don't happen often but he doesn't yell at you when they do

He raises his voice but never yells at you

Some shit may slip, inconsiderate shit that makes him an asshole but he knows that immediately

Not the best at apologizing so give him time when he does come to apologize

Make him grovel ISTG

Nicknames from him are just so smooth and so- oh my god

Head on your boob and hand on your ass

I say no more

Will not let harm to you come no matter what as long as he breathes

He didn't plan on telling you he was the prowler for a long time

You had to find out yourself and he thought the relationship was over

He was saying over and over it was okay, he does it to protect his family and you, that he wouldn't hurt you and so on

You may need time but he understands

Always is sneaking in through your window also

If you have siblings and they meet him prepare because they now love him more than you

Babysits them with you and is now their partner in crime against you

He's so husband

[im-ovulating]

Okay but Ojiro with a thigh kink please because I hc he loves having a chubby or thicc partner for cuddles because so soft. And he just has to be big spoon. When cuddles aren't enough, he nestles between her thighs and turn into a whiny, whimpering mess, rutting against her as she pets his hair encouragingly.

(A/n: You're speaking my language-😋)

(Not quite what I wanted, but it's what happened...)

Word Count: Womp womp

Summary- Ojiro has a thigh kink

Warnings: I dunno, not proofread

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

(There's no good gifs of him- send help😭)

Ojiro Mashirao x Fem! Reader: Thigh Highs

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You can feel his stare burning holes through you as you do the dishes, though it only makes you smirk. You know what you're doing, and so does Mashirao. It's a little game both of you like to play.

Well...

It's a game you like to play and it's his pride that he tries to hold on to.

Wearing thigh high socks with your shortest pair of shorts to see how long he can hold off jumping your bones. (Spoiler: it's never that long.) You know how he gets with your thighs; especially when they pudge out over the top of the fabric. You see the way he swallows and sets his jaw. The way he has to force his eyes to leave the stretch of skin; how his fists clench and unclench as he gathers himself.

It's exhilarating being able to make the man known for being calm and collected almost feral.

The water is shut off with a flick of your wrist, and you bend down to grab a towel from one of the lower drawers, not bothering to bend your knees. Not when he's almost there. Finally, you hear the tell-tale pop as Mashirao rolls his shoulders, the tendons audibly shifting from the excessive force.

"That's it."

Before you can blink, he has you pinned on the cold counter as he bends you over.

You can feel the heavy length pressed against your thighs through his sweatpants.

"You just love to tease me, don't you?" Ojiro mumbles into your shoulder, pressing the barest hint of a kiss into the skin.

You huff a laugh, pressing back only to have his hips shove you right back to where he wants you. "Can you blame me?" You breathe.

He's grinding into you, cock dragging along the back of your thighs in a way that has your head going a little foggy. You start to feel a damp spot on his sweats, and your neck goes lax, resting your cheek against the smooth granite.

Another wave of slick pulse from you, and you can't help but think that you've probably soaked through your shorts by now. It's when you shift and feel the sticky wetness on your thighs that you're proven right.

"Press your legs together, baby. I want to fuck your thighs." Mashirao pulls back just long enough to pull down his sweats and boxers.

You arch your back as much as your position allows and flex your thighs, the hot, wet tip of his cock pressing against them right after. Mashirao wraps a toned arm around the front of your waist and uses his free hand to keep your torso down. Using the new leverage, Ojiro forces you to keep position and starts to thrust.

The slide is a bit dry at first, but by the time he's found the rhythm he wants, there's enough slick and precum that the vulgar *schlick* of his length moving between your thighs is echoing through the small kitchen.

"Fucking hell, baby- just like that, keep your thighs tight for me."

Your eyes slip shut as you snake one of your hands down your shorts to rub at your clit. The cold touch of your fingers causes your hips to jump a bit, but you ignore it. Instead, circling your fingers around the sensitive bud as you focus on the sounds Mashirao is making. Every grunt and moan rumbles against your back and shoots straight to your heat, and you let yourself fall to the pleasure.

You don't bother trying to stop yourself as your hips begin to buck against your hand, Ojiro's iron grip keeps you in place anyway.

His hips start to stutter, and his thrusts become almost erratic at the same time your vision starts to blur. You can feel your climax coming. You just need a bit more.

"Come on, Y/n, cum for me. I want to hear it." Ojiro groans out, breath hitting your skin in short bursts as he pants.

He shoves his face into your shoulder with a guttural moan as his hips still. Thick ropes of cum paint your skin white and soak into your thigh highs as it runs down your legs.

You're not too far behind.

"Mashirao~" you mewl, fingers working overtime to get yourself off.

Finally, that peak comes. It crashes over you as you coat your hand in your arousal.

Your face feels hot against the cool countertop as you try to steady your breathing.

Ojiro is still plastered to your back when you do, pressing kisses into the hollow of your throat.

"You win," he mutters with a grin.

[cryptid-ghoulette]

You can always reach me

Some days rain really struggles, but luckily phantom is there to help

(shout out to @sister-nyx for giving me the push to finish this!)

WC - 683

Includes - rain dealing with chronic pain, very mildly injured phantom, but very much fluff with a happy ending.

Rain slumped face-first onto the couch, ignoring the others who were sitting at the dining table. He was too tired to hear anything they might have been saying. His head pounded, and the sound of blood rushing in his ears was deafening and ceaseless. He didn’t even care that he could barely breathe with his face smooshed into the musty couch, and even if he did care, he was pretty sure none of his limbs would respond.

He wondered if this was the time he wouldn’t be able to get back up, if this was the moment his body finally just gave up, leaving him stuck inside his own head, permanently part of the couch until someone came and peeled him off it, like gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe.

Eventually, he felt a hand tousle his hair, and a familiar voice said far too cheerily, “Hey, let me join this pity party,” followed by the weight of someone directly on his back, curling into a ball, purring loudly into the crook of his neck.

Of course, it was Phantom. The youngest of the ghouls and by far the sweetest. “Hey bug, comfy?” Rain joked, his voice a little muffled by the couch.

Phantom let out a soft giggle, gently lifting one of Rain's arms. “Yep, very. You okay, Rain? You feel even more floppy than usual,” he said, letting the arm fall back onto the couch with a dull thud.

“Just a bad pain day, nothing I can’t handle. Don’t worry about me, Ant,” he said, still face-down in the couch, trying his hardest to hide just how tired and sore he really was. He knew Phantom would see right through him, though. The kid had a sixth sense for lies, especially when Rain was the one telling them.

“Well… if it makes you feel any better,” Phantom started to say, moving off Rain and back onto the couch, Rain rolling onto his side. “I got this earlier today falling down the stairs coming back from Mountain’s room. Tripped over my own tail,” he said, pulling up his pant leg to reveal a large bruise trailing along the side of his knee, already starting to turn a deep, angry purple.

Rain winced. “Ouch, Bug. You do know you control your tail, yeah?” Phantom rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, very funny. Do you want my help or not?” Rain chuckled softly, nodding his head and rolling back onto his stomach with a groan, letting his body settle back into the dent in the couch.

The small quint took his place on Rain's back again, curling up tightly, purring louder, letting the vibrations rumble through Rain’s body, a warmth slowly spreading, and he could feel his body relaxing, sinking further into the couch (if he couldn’t move before, now it was probably worse, but for the best reasons).

There’s something about Phantom’s purrs that is magical. Rain knows it’s probably the quintessence, but the soft hum settles into his very bones, warming him from the inside out, loosening all the knots and tangles of muscle and sinew.

This little exchange has become an unspoken agreement between the two of them, both knowing more than most what it's like to have a body that is more often than not aching in some way or another, even if for two entirely different reasons. Rain's pain is more chronic, something he can't control, while Phantom’s is mostly out of clumsiness and his seeming inability to fully control his own tail. Either way, the two of them have bonded in mutual agony, with Rain quick to share any heat packs, band-aids, and some of Mountain’s special teas, and Phantom always happy to help with some purrs and a little quintessence.

Eventually, the rest of the pack spotted the two on the couch; by then, both were sound asleep. Phantom continued to purr on Rain's back, while Rain quietly purred into the couch. It wasn’t long before Mountain fetched a blanket, draping it gently over Phantom and Rain without disturbing their peaceful slumber, both completely at ease.

[theflyingfeeling]

hello I come to you with some more nsfw Olli/Allu inspired by a couple of headcanons I've been playing with recently, yes it's smutty but because I don't really know how to write just smut, I had to throw a bit of pining and longing in there too, hope you don't mind 🤍

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Aleksi has a headache and Olli comforts him (...in his own special way)

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Olli loved the stable, soft hums by his ear. He loved the warmth that was pressed against his side, with a thigh resting on his hip bone and a hand clutching his waist. There was a nose tip nuzzling Olli's cheek, and Olli loved it too, especially when it would suddenly retreat with a quiet, sharp exhale but return a moment later, right back where it had been (where it belonged).

Love in fractions: that was all Olli could allow himself to feel. Of course he loved the whole too – the man dozing by his side on a hotel bed – but admitting that to himself was a whole different kind of scary Olli wasn't sure if he was ready to face yet. Right now, he'd rather focus on things like the tip of a nose or a squeeze of a hand or strands of dark hair falling on his closed eyelids and other tiny details that overwhelmed Olli only a little bit (instead of devastating him with the crushing realisation that he had fallen for someone he shouldn't).

(There were nights when they did crush him like that. Those nights he could hardly breathe.)

The atmosphere in their dark room was too tranquil to let Olli be swallowed into the pitch-blackness of his deepest fears, too soft and warm and nice with Aleksi's soft and warm body glued to his in the aftermath of the poor man's sudden post-breakfast headache. He had offered to go and fetch him something from the corner pharmacy, but only after they had already settled on the bed with Aleksi's head on Olli's pillow and Olli's fingers stroking Aleksi's temple, so even if Aleksi had asked him to, it would have taken everything from Olli to let go of the man once he had him in his arms.

He would have, though. If Aleksi had asked him to travel to the moon and back for some ibuprofen, he would have.

(Oh, god, he would have.)

"Feeling any better?" Olli asked when that shy nose tip booped his cheekbone again. Aleksi breathed in, then held his breath for a second and let it out in a low grunt (and Olli melted).

"Maybe. I don't know."

More soft grunts right into Olli's ear. The hand by his waist kneading his skin. The thigh on his hip sliding down, in between Olli's own.

Lips on his jawline.

"Mmmmmmh." The vibrations of Aleksi's murmur were enough to make Olli almost lose it. He was brave, though, as brave as to nudge his cheek against Aleksi's nose, which earned him another contented mmmmmmh and an even tighter grip on his waist. Aleksi was being brave as well; Olli could tell by the way he didn't flinch away anymore, and by how his lips still grazed Olli's jaw.

Let's be brave together, Olli said to Aleksi in his mind. Let me find your lips and open them with mine, and you'd grab me by my waist and turn me over and I'd let you, and you'd sneak your thigh in between my legs and let me rub against you and I'd let you rub against me and I'd make you feel so good.

"So are you ready to get up?" Olli's chest sank as he forced the words out of his mouth, but he feared for what would happen if he didn't: nothing, which was likely (although not any less heartbreaking), or something, which (depending on what the something was) he might be able to live with, because at least he had tried to stop it.

"No," Aleksi simply replied, then added (possibly half-asleep, with Olli's luck), "you smell too nice."

For a second, Olli forgot how to breathe.

"Oh?" He wasn't sure where he should place this confession-of-sorts in The Olli and Aleksi Scale of Secret Love Confessions. It felt as tender and comforting as the night they had shared together in that rental house in LA, when the others had gone out for Thanksgiving dinner and Aleksi had stayed in with Olli because Olli had been feeling too poorly and tired to even get out of bed; at the same time, those words seemed to hold almost as much suppressed affection as all the silent conversations they shared in the dark, especially as of late when they had little time or energy for actual conversations and instead let their wandering hands do all the speaking for them. On second thought, perhaps this you smell too nice should go somewhere in between the slurred your hands are so soft (which Olli had blurted out that time in LA when he had drank himself under the table and Aleksi had helped him to bed) and the secret little kiss Aleksi had placed right above Olli's ear just this morning when Olli had pretended to still be asleep, just to not scare Aleksi off.

Next to him, Aleksi held his breath too, as if the realisation of what he had said only hit him with Olli's follow-up oh?, but he didn't keep Olli in suspense for too long this time.

"Yeah," Aleksi whispered with his voice still so sleepy and his lips still so sweetly soft against Olli's jaw.

"So you wanna stay in for a little longer?" Olli's own lips were but touching Aleksi's forehead, right where he assumed the headache was stabbing Aleksi's skull the worst.

"Yeah." By then, Aleksi was clinging on to him so tightly that Olli thought Aleksi was trying to get through him.

"Want me to help you feel good?" Olli's mouth was dry when he spoke the words, their secret little code for wanting to get even closer to the other than they already were.

Aleksi seemed to think for a while (almost a little too long) until at last he put Olli out of his misery.

"Yeah."

Relief tugged at the corners of Olli's lips. Olli needed no more assurement as he rolled to his side and, in doing so, gently pushed Aleksi to lie on his back in turn. The man let out a small whine of complaint when their bodies were no longer pressed tightly against one another, so Olli wasted no time in placing his knees on either side of Aleksi's hips and starting to leave faint (but loving (such loving)) kisses up and down his neck.

"This okay?" Olli asked, never stopping the string of kisses from Aleksi's jawline down to collarbone.

"Yeah," Aleksi sighed in response, so Olli kept going, stopping only for the second it took to pull Aleksi's hoodie over his head.

"This okay?" The shirt gone, Olli's mouth was now finding its way further down Aleksi's chest, barely lifting his lips off Aleksi's skin before leaving another kiss, and another, and another.

Past Aleksi's belly button, Olli curled his fingers under the waistband of Aleksi's sweatpants.

"This ok–"

"Yeah." Aleksi's response was much hurried now, much more breathless, with impatience oozing through. Such hunger turned Olli on like nothing else (then again, pretty much everything about Aleksi did), and he resisted the urge to grind his crotch against the mattress for some blissful friction.

A temptation he could not resist, however, was that of teasing Aleksi whenever he had the chance, which made Olli abandon his plans to take Aleksi out of his pants just yet and instead he brushed his nose against the outline of Aleksi's half-hard cock. It twitched and grew under his touch, just as Aleksi's sighs and whimpers grew louder and more desperate and so lovely that Olli contemplated taking Aleksi in his mouth all at once when he finally undressed Aleksi. Lust and hunger washed through Olli at the sight of Aleksi's throbbing member, but he pushed his own needs aside for the sake of Aleksi's; his only need in that moment was that of making Aleksi feel so euphoric that he'd forget his own name.

Ignoring Aleksi's clear indications that he, too, would rather Olli wrapped his lips around his hard-on with no time wasted (the thrust of Aleksi's hips, the desperate groan that echoed in the room, the hands that groped for Olli's hair), Olli resumed his task of worshipping Aleksi's body and let his trail of kisses continue past Aleksi's lower stomach to his hips and groins. There, just above the rose tattoo decorating Aleksi's thigh, Olli found his favourite place to kiss: simultaneously close enough and too far away to drive Aleksi absolutely crazy, if Olli was to judge by the sound of his whines.

As these whines became more desperate and began to mix up with breathless swear words, it was time for Olli to reward Aleksi for his patience. Olli then curled a few of his fingers around the base of Aleksi's cock, rubbing them up and down while listening to Aleksi's whimpers turn into heavy, much calmer sighs of pleasure. When Aleksi was fully hard in Olli's hand, Olli pulled down his foreskin and let his lips hover near the pink head he had just revealed.

"This okay?" He demonstrated 'this' by placing gentle kisses along Aleksi's length, giving special attention to the sensitive head as he knew it was where Aleksi wanted his lips most.

"Just...fucking..." Aleksi gasped in between kisses to his cock. “Fuck you, Matela."

It was another example of their secret code language, reserved for when they couldn't use the actual words to phrase their desires out loud. Fuck you, Matela, Aleksi would say when Olli wouldn't get his hand down Aleksi's boxers fasts enough for his liking in a backstage bathroom; fuck you, Mattson, Olli would say when he'd feel Aleksi's lips at the back of his neck and Aleksi's hard cock grinding against the back of his pyjama shorts in the tourbus bunk.

They both knew what it meant; they both knew they could never speak aloud the words they replaced.

It was not the time and place for Olli to dwell on that now, not with Aleksi's throbbing cock in between his lips. There were much more urgent matters at hand, such as the little drop of precum that threatened to run down Aleksi's length if Olli wouldn't lick it off. He savoured the salty taste of Aleksi on this tongue for a while and then, finally, took Aleksi's head in between his lips.

Immediately Aleksi let out a soft cry that turned into a moan the more of him Olli took in his mouth. The earlier frustration from his tone was gone, now given way to bliss and pure lust as Olli began working a slow but steady rhythm, bobbing up and down Aleksi's erection. He kept one hand on Aleksi's hip, to let the man know he was done teasing him so he could lie down and let Olli do all the work, while his other hand was at the base of Aleksi's cock, stroking and twisting and squeezing to lure out more sweet sounds out of Aleksi's mouth. After a while, Olli felt Aleksi tense under his touch, which usually meant he was close to finishing, and maybe on some other morning Olli would have let it be swift and simple like that. This morning was different, though, with Aleksi's headache and the miserable look in his eyes that Olli had wanted to brush away more than anything ever, so instead of keeping on sucking until Aleksi would reach his climax, Olli let Aleksi’s cock slip out of his mouth as a better idea popped into his head.

Any objections Aleksi was about to voice were silenced by two of Olli’s fingers placed on Aleksi’s bottom lip, his mouth already hanging open. Knowing exactly what he was expected to do, Aleksi took the fingers in his mouth with no resistance and began sucking on them with such vigour that did not pale in comparison to Olli sucking on his cock a moment ago. All the while Aleksi kept looking up at Olli with such brightness in his eyes that blinded Olli even in the darkness of the hotel room, even with lust and longing hazing Olli's eyesight.

He knew he shouldn't, because it was the one rule they had, but Olli simply couldn't resist kissing Aleksi on his wet lips when Olli took his saliva-coated fingers off Aleksi's mouth. At least it was only the briefest touch of their lips, gone in a second, leaving Olli's entire soul yearning and begging for more, so maybe it didn't count.

(Just like none of their other kisses did.)

Aleksi was already spreading his legs when Olli begun making his way back down, still with no rush whatsoever, stopping to sink his teeth on Aleksi's pectoral muscles and licking off some more salty precum that had flowed on Aleksi's stomach in the meantime. Then Olli took Aleksi back in his mouth, swallowing as much of Aleksi's length as he could, while his lubed-up fingers found Aleksi's rim. Rubbing it for a while, Olli first slid in one finger, soon followed by the other, and before he knew it, Aleksi was squirming and whimpering on the bed in front of him.

Olli tried to prolong Aleksi's pleasure as long as he could, taking his time massaging Aleksi's prostate and kissing the head of his cock gently before sucking it in his mouth again, but he knew Aleksi was already on the brink of his relief. Although he would have loved to feel the weight of Aleksi's member on his tongue and the heat of Aleksi's body around his fingers for just a little longer, Olli saw it was time for him to help Aleksi over the edge, and so he curled his fingers inside Aleksi once more. Just about a second or two later, his Olli's mouth was flooding with hot semen and his ears almost ringing with Aleksi's loud cries; cries that started to resemble sobs after a while, yet Aleksi kept riding down on Olli's fingers – as if to chase something that was too far out of his reach.

When the steady flow of cum filling Olli's mouth dried out, Aleksi seemed to give up chasing whatever alternate ending he had been after and lied breathless and spent in front of Olli. Not able to help himself, Olli peppered Aleksi's naked body with some more small kisses (everywhere except that one part of him Olli wasn't allowed to kiss (although he still did)), after which he settled down next to him. Their roles had reversed then, so now it was Aleksi lying on his back with his eyes closed, and Olli curled up on his side, face buried in his neck. Olli couldn't stop the kisses falling out of his mouth, as if there were too much of them in that corner of his soul where he tried to keep his love for Aleksi somehow in control and hidden and now it was overflowing with no other place to go except any vacant spot of Aleksi's skin he could reach.

Maybe some of them landed even on Aleksi's lips, despite it all. And maybe Aleksi responded to them, in spite of... everything.

(No one would have to know.)

(Olli did, of course, but he had grown used to repressing so many of his feelings lately.)

"Headache gone?" Olli asked when they had lied in silence for too long.

"Almost," Aleksi shook his head, then turned his face to touch the tip of his nose to Olli's. "Thanks."

Olli felt his own erection pulsating inside his trousers and adjusted himself to lie by Aleksi's side a little more comfortably, as he had no plans to let go of Aleksi just yet.

"Ummm. Want me to help you with that or...?" Aleksi rolled his hips enough to rub against Olli's bulge, but Olli declined the offer. He could jack himself off in the shower later (thinking of Aleksi, imagining it was his hand instead of his own), but right now, Aleksi's comfort was far more important to him than his own.

Love in fractions, in moments like this: that was all Olli would ever have. Still, it was better than nothing at all. 

[ladylooch]

Now and Someday [Mack X David]

A/N: Sometimes a request is so good you have to write it as soon as humanly possible. And it's been a minute since smut came to me THIS quickly. Leave it to Mack and David hehehe. Thank you 👢 anon!

From this Request: Sooo I was thinking that when mackdavid had sex for the first time, they used the condom. So it popped into my mind like when they stopped using and how the conversation was ? Like Mack started or David. I don't see David doing that, but who knows.

Word Count: 1.8k

Mack’s mouth presses exhausted kisses along David’s collar bone. His shoulder tightens under her lips as he lifts her up, letting his softening cock slide from her used core. Between them, the filled latex balloons at the tip. David exhales into her hair, hot breath making her cheek turn redder where it rests against his neck. 

Every time with David gets better and better. But it’s been especially good since they returned from their summer in Iowa.

David’s fingers glide up her bare back to thread through the dark hairs at the base of her skull. Mack turns her face, drinking in his just fucked look. His eyes are soft and bright, lips puffy from her skin, and a huge grin stretches his cheeks apart. His signature mustache twitches with his happiness.

“How ya doing, honey?”

“Fantastic.” She giggles, then kisses his swollen lips. “Mmm, thank you.” She mumbles into his mouth. 

“Okay, I gotta get up. This is about to slide off.” He motions to the condom between them. 

Mack looks down, seeing his softening form and allowing David to place her to the left of him. Then he stands, in all his gorgeous, chiseled nakedness, and struts to the bathroom. She watches him peel the condom off his sticky skin while she slides under the covers, careful to not spread anything onto the sheets below her. She tucks the blanket under her armpits, biting her lip as she watches him clean himself with a fresh washcloth. 

“Do you need this, babe?” He calls to her, holding the washcloth out of the bathroom doorway.

“Yes.” She murmurs. Like he even has to ask that? She is coated down to her knees with lube and her juices. “I can do it.” She reaches up for the towel. He bats her hand away.

“I was taught to clean up messes I make.” He can’t even get it out without a sinister snicker. 

“Babe.” She laughs as he spreads her legs open.

Her laughter slowly dies while she studies his face. He is so diligent with aftercare, always taking his time with her here, like it may be his actual favorite part of all this. When he is done, he kisses her, then heads back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel. After, he re-joins her in bed. His arm snakes around her head, encouraging her into his bare chest. Mack smooths his chest hair down, some of it curling due to the humidity of their sweaty romp. She tosses a thigh on top of his thighs, pulling her front completely flushed with this left side. 

“Sometimes I wish I could zip myself into your skin.” She murmurs with her eyes closed. David’s left fingers sashay down her bicep. They pause at her words.

“Aw. That is the sweetest thing a woman has ever said to me. I find that not weird or creepy at all.” He jokes.

“Stop.” Mack slaps his stomach. David brings his other hand over to those fingers, lacing them together on top of his cut abs. “I just like you okay?” She mumbles sincerely. 

“I know, honey. I like you too.” He kisses the top of her head. If both of them were being honest, they feel a whole lot more than ‘like’ for each other. But that is for another time. Right now, Mack’s brain is drifting elsewhere to a used condom at the bottom of her wastebasket. 

Condoms have always been non-negotiable for Mack. She had a strict rule on those in the past with all her previous bedmates, David included. She thinks back to the first time they had sex, how David didn’t even ask, he just did it and has every time since then. It’s an unspoken rule between them out of respect for each other. No condoms, no sex- thus they both have made it a priority to keep their bedside tables well stocked. 

Except now, Mack wants more. Or really less. She is feeling things for David that she may be afraid to admit out loud, but they’re real. The most real thing she knows with her boyfriend is how much she can trust him. She know without a quiver of a doubt that David is a faithful man. As for the worry of pregnancy, she’s had an IUD since she was 20 and has 4 more years of protection left before she needs to be concerned. They’re both adults with an understanding and respect for each other. Maybe, they should talk about this more.

Mack watches her thumb stroke over the large knuckle on David’s thumb. Then quietly clears her throat before she speaks.  “So you always wear a condom?” Beneath her, Mack can feel David pause. Then he turns his head to the side, asking for her gaze. There, he just stares at her like ‘duh????’.

“Yeah? You’ve never said not to?” He fills in with his look. Mack glances away from his gaze, across the room to the silver rod her white curtains hang off over the window. 

“Oh yeah, that’s true.” She murmurs, then purses her lips. She looks down at their hands again, letting a pregnant pause fill the room. Then she slowly sits up, pressing her hand into his right hip, so she is looking down at him. “Well, consider this me telling you not… to…” She trails off, almost like a question rather than a statement. David’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead.

“Honey, this is a big step.” He points out delicately. 

“Only if you want to. If- if you don’t we can just forget-“

“Nope.” He cuts her off, smirking. “We are not going to forget about this at all.” His hand moves to her butt, sliding under her butt cheek to lift her up his body. Beneath her stomach, David’s hard erection pokes into her, ready to go. “I’ve been dreaming of this, but are you sure? Do you want to get tested? What about birth control?” He knows she has an IUD, but she should reiterate that again.

“I have an IUD.” She reaffirms. “If you want to get tested, we can. Or I was thinking you could just fuck me again right now.”

“Oh fuck.” He groans, tortured, harder beneath her now than he was a moment ago. Mack licks her lips, then kisses him, forceful and deep. David releases an ass cheek, grabbing his hard cock to run it through her slickened folds. “Say it’s okay.” He demands, voice tight with tension of holding back.

“Yes.” She says the one word he needs to hear.

His mushroomed tip hits her entrance. Mack pushes up into a better position, then maintains her eye contact as she drives down his raw, pulsing cock. Mack’s head falls back towards the ceiling in pure, unfiltered ecstasy. Fuck this is better than she ever thought it would be. She can feel everything. Every ridge and vein, plus the delicious warmth of him pulsing inside of her. 

“Yes.” She says again moaning the word to her blissed out boyfriend. 

“Shit, honey. You..” He trails off, dropping his head back to the pillow as she moves. “Oh.” He groans then begins to breathe heavily. Mack places her hands on his chest, rocking her hips back and forth, accepting the delicious stretch of him with each press and release of her movements. 

“Mmm.” Mack moans as she rolls her hips, stroking her clit along his tight abdomen. David is too stunned and full of pleasure to take over the tempo, plus she looks so damn sexy up there right now, who is he to take her down?

“That’s it, baby.” He coos to her. “Fuck yourself with my cock.” His hands come to her hips, creating a guiding course for her to come down onto him with each heavier drop. Her full body weight gets pressed down into his lap with each buck. “So good. You feel so, fucking, good.” He exaggerates the word as he moves a hand to cup her breast. 

That isn’t enough for Mack. If she is doing all the work up here, she wants his mouth on her. So she leans forward, sticking her full breasts in his face until he sucks one budding peak into his mouth. She shrieks out her approval, then throws her ass back down harder onto him, riding him more powerfully than she’s done before.

“We… fuck… baby, where can I cum? We… didn’t talk about that.” He groans into her chest. “My fucking god.” His whiskers tickle her nipple as he talks. She shivers at the feeling, then runs her nipple over his mustache to demand more. “I’m gonna need an answer sooner rather than later, honey. You are so fucking outta this world right now.” 

“Fill me up, babe.” She begs.

He hears it and can’t control the way he has to unleash his hips into her. He clasps an arm around her waist to keep her still then begins to piston into her like a bucking bronco. Mack wails, squeezing him with wet, greedy pulses until his tip starts to seep inside of her. Mack rolls her clit against his stomach and her fingers, then collapses her full weight onto him. David finishes in jerky strokes, painting her spasming walls with ropes of white cum. Mack’s bare flutters around his sensitive tip have David muttering every explicative his brain can remember hearing.

“You good, honey?” He mumbles afterwards, clearly as exhausted as her. It’s unlikely either of them are going to make it to the bathroom for another clean up.

“I’m great.” She assures him. His hands move her into place in the center of his chest, fingers stroking through her brown hair as their sweaty skin glues together. 

Mack feels so good she could cry, actual, real beautiful tears at how good her boyfriend makes her feel every time they connect this way. It’s more than sex, so much more than just two people scratching a primal itch. It’s the way he fills every single one of her buckets up. She feels safe, needed, free, and this other thing she isn’t ready to put out into the world. But it’s love. She knows she’s in love with him and that’s why this feels so good. 

Tonight is not the night. They’ve made a big enough step, one Mack feels dripping out of her core right now. 

But someday soon, Mackenzie Hischier is gonna spill the biggest beans in her life to date.

She is finally in love.

[necros-writing-stuff]

Read this fic. Went feral. Decided I needed to write this dynamic in my own way so here we fucking go.

Younger AU (Eden is 19, reader is 18, they're both orphans getting ready to run away into the forest soon).

Male Eden x AFAB reader (they/them and you pronouns).

Warnings: Eden is the victim, its his POV. Dubcon and bad communication. Creampies/breeding. Mentions of past child abuse and the trauma from it. Hurt and only one of you is getting comfort (it's not Eden lmfao). Loss of virginity. My ass did not proofread. Oh, and Bailey mentions.

Every ounce of his body aches as he practically crawls up the main staircase of the orphanage. A twelve hour shift at the scrap yard will do that to you - especially when you're the young grunt everyone knows is desperate for money. Especially when half of them know that if they break him, if he quits and can't placate the caretaker with cash, they could be buying his ass for a few quid.

Eden's a risk to client health. Couldn't be charging much for him unless broken bones were the desired outcome. And the young man had heard enough rumours of illegal fighting rings to be wary of the possibility that he could be heading to one of them, instead.

Eden tries to shake the fears from his mind while cracking his aching neck. Not anymore. He can't be hurt anymore, not now that he's grown so big. The rat that runs the orphanage hasn't beat him in years because of it and any threats are pretty much empty. Toward Eden, at least.

He reaches his room and stumbles through the threshold yawning, almost missing the shape distorting his bedsheets in the dark. His heart doesn't speed up seeing it, the dark haired man barely even flinches. He already knows what it is, can already hear the sniffling whines coming from below.

Carefully, he pushes the door closed, the click of the lock what finally gets them to scramble out from the cheap polyester-blend sheets with wettened wide eyes that scream for mercy even though no harm has come to them.

Your name is soft on his lips as he holds his arms out, letting his friend fall against him as he steps closer. Pride building within himself as those wide eyes sparkle with relief even if the tears don't stop.

"They- they took Emma a-again," you hyperventilate, struggling to describe what had worked you up so badly. Little words were needed anyway.

Emma was situated in the room beside you. A good friend, a kind friend who shared whatever food she could, when she could. A friend who had barely lived through the last time she was sold.

Eden's large hand comes to the back of your head, cradling it delicately, urging it to rest against his chest as he hushes his dear friend, his sweaty work t-shirt absorbing your tears as they fell. Usually he'd rock you side-to-side, but with your legs still kneeling on the bed he instead kept up with his calming mantras, the assurances he must have muttered a thousand times.

He wasn't good with words, but he'd said these ones enough that they came naturally.

A thousand more times he'd repeat them if he had to. At least until he could get you out of here. He'd been searching for the right place out in that forest, searching hard for somewhere safe. Anywhere safe.

"They're going to take me soon," you whimper, voice cracking as your fingers claw at Eden's clothed back.

"Hey - hey, no. No they won't, I'm not going to let that happen. Me and Bailey both, yeah?"

Your pitiful eyes stare up into his, his reflection in them showing the concerned frown etched into his features. Still, the corners of your lips quiver as you continue.

"I just turned eighteen. He'll come for me soon; he'll come for me like he did everyone else."

It had always been the three of you. Him, Bailey, you. Two older brothers with their sweet little sibling they did their best to hide behind them. It had worked, so far.

You were one of the quiet ones. One of the kids who could fly under the radar, one who didn't inspire hatred from the old toad behind the desk. Unlike Eden and Bailey. The threat of being sold had been over their heads for a year - but the beatings had started way before then. Made them much less scared than the others who were moved to this wing. They were already numb to it.

Corraling you to lay back down doesn't take much effort, not when Eden kicks off his steel-toe boots and joins you on the lumpy mattress. Your head immediately rests on top of his chest, face nuzzling against his neck as he continues to let you treat him as your lifeline.

"We won't be here long enough for him to hurt you, alright? I'm going to keep you safe." He whispers it against the crown of your head, your little secret shared just between the two of you in that moment.

There's a non-committal hum from you, the sound making your lips brush softly against the column of his throat. It tickles, and the dark haired man ignores the shiver it sent down his spine. Just an accidental brush.

A silence creeps in while he holds you, your sobs calming until your breaths are mostly even though still a bit shaky. Each puff blows against his skin, tugging on his nerves and threatening another shiver to come forth. It makes his stomach heavy, knowing that you're here, you're upset, yet he's having this horrible involuntary response to the affection shared.

His mind being so lost is what makes him miss your hand inching down his chest until its cupping his half-hard cock through his pants.

Deathly silence. Silence that prickles his skin worse than your little breaths had.

"... I don't want someone taking my first time from me," your small voice strains.

It's clumsy, how your hand palms him. Clumsy how it rubs against him, the friction of his rough clothes unpleasant against his sensitive flesh. It should be unpleasant how its you doing it, yet another shiver stutters Eden's lungs and forces him to gasp for the missing air.

Those soft, sweet lips meet his throat again, playing ignorant to the scratchy stubble that has to irritate the thin skin - Eden's involuntary gasp seemingly being taken as encouragement.

The young man isn't good with words. He knows to curse out abusers. Knows to fight back, to snarl and kick and punch. You aren't an abuser. You're just scared.

"You love me, right Eden?" Reedy is how you sound as your head lifts, peering down into his green eyes you had once said you thought were a pretty shade. He hadn't believed you then.

Something should be coming out of his throat. Something like 'Yes, I love you. But not like this.' What comes out instead is a clicking noise when your palm presses down once more, the dark haired man's eyes blinking shut as an ounce of pre-cum wets his boxers.

Clothes shuffling calls for his attention, it opens his eyes enough to see your hand sliding below his waistband and into his underwear. All he needs to do is gently grab your wrist. Carefully pull it away and just cuddle you so you know he cares, but he doesn't want this. Eden can't really feel his arms right now.

Your pink little tongue wets your lips again before you lean over him, kissing his slightly chapped ones as your hand finds its mark.

Another gasp from him, another misread response you take as permission to keep going and to flick your tongue against his own while your fingers wrap about his now pitifully hard cock. It's not a shiver this time, it's a jolt that makes the muscles in his left thigh seize for a brief moment.

It's hard to say if you're doing good. He hasn't exactly had any positive experiences in this department, regardless of if he was sold or not. It feels good. The heaviness in his stomach deepens, a sense of guilt and nausea rising in tandem.

Slick noises register in his ears. For a second Eden thinks its himself, or perhaps the kiss he isn't really participating in. It isn't, though, not if your weak moans are anything to go by. It's you, your free hand having disappeared beneath your own pants to... to prepare yourself for him.

"You're so big, Eden." Irreverent, whispered, praised.

Tightness pulls on his balls, licks of pleasure making his toes curl in their socks and making it harder to breathe. His mouth is so dry now, without you kissing him. He shouldn't want your mouth back on his own.

'Please be bored,' Eden pleads to himself when you pull yourself fully away from him. 'Please change your mind - I don't care about still being hard. I can't say no to you, please.'

Instead, your pants are shucked off, thrown and discarded on the old hardwood floor along with your shirt as you get to work pulling his clothes off.

Every action has to be involuntary. It has to be, when Eden doesn't even feel like he's here. He can't be leaning up to help you in your quest to make his chest bare. But he is. He can't be raising his hips to free his legs of the clothing. But he is.

Unsteadily, your body shaking, you climb atop Eden, the plush of your thighs pressing down onto his lower abdomen and hips. So soft, so precious. Just like the smile you're aiming down at him, that love you spoke of shining so clearly through your expression.

He can see the wetness of your cunt from here, the slick liquid having spread to your thighs and dampening the hair down there. Most people shave now, when they're expecting things like this. A small comfort, that you didn't plan this. It didn't stop self hatred banging around his skull at how his cock jumped when your fingers spread your lower lips apart.

It feels as soft as it looked when you slowly sink down. Eden was still paralysed, despite the intensity of your heat and how it suctioned him in. He still couldn't move. Until you whined in pain and rose from his lap an inch or two.

That's the trigger that gave him his strength back. You, in pain. You, needing comfort.

Shooting up from his laying position, Eden's arms were around your waist in a second, his voice back to hushing and comforting. Your face back to his neck as you hummed along to his words, relaxing once more as you tried again.

He should stop you. He could have stopped you, this time. He shouldn't have pushed his hips up, shouldn't have let his eye twitch at how fucking good you felt wrapped around his shaft as some part of his brain screamed at him to fuck up into the heaven he found himself in.

The guilt stayed his movements. It stayed them until you cautiously began to bounce, used to the stretch of him now and eager to feel good. Then, Eden's arms almost crushed you against his chest, halting your hips as his own began a bucking rhythm.

'Let it feel right,' part of him insisted, raising the pit in his stomach to a calm plateau.

Pretty is what your voice sounds like in his ear. Pretty as you babble on about how nice it is, how he fills you just right and how you won't let anyone else ever touch you again. How you're his, you promise.

It's not a bad thing, right? It just means you'll always need him, just as you have before. You'll be a constant even as things change. And Eden hates change. But this isn't really change, is it?

It feels too damn good to last long. Too great, too much suction pulling his head further and further away from any semblance of reason.

Wanton noises spill from you, high pitched keening as you take every inch of him you can while your body quivers in his embrace.

What finally pushes Eden over the edge is the predictable, suffocating ever tightening walls of your cunt spasming around him - massaging his length and milking him dry of his seed. Too late now to realise you hadn't used a condom. Too late now to consider that a third might be coming to the forest with them that isn't Bailey.

Exhaustion hits him like a truck, not just his body, but a deep haze over his mind that pushes him back down to his pillow with your sweat glistening body falling on top of his own. The ceiling is so bare. Most ceilings are, he realises, just white voids to stare up at unless they've got that horrible popcorn shit on them. You haven't pulled him out of you.

You don't pull him out of you. You keep him there, even as you snuggle close and almost sing your love to him despite the fact that you're whispering still.

He has work again in the morning. Eden can't sleep. You snore softly, resting on top of him. He tries to reason that it's because his socks are still on, and that's just not comfortable. He tries to keep his breathing calm, even when it's trying it's best to run away from him.

[minisugakoobies]

Best friend’s bro trying to cheer OC up when they come home

🥺🥺🥺 Oh my god, YES, that is definitely something San would do!

So here's 700+ words about it. No warnings, other than PINING oh my god the pining!

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Meetings with your editor are never your favorite thing. But today's meeting was especially stressful, given all the "cutting back" going on at work. The staff size is shrinking and you feel like your neck is on the chopping block.

It feels like you've run the gauntlet by the time you get home. Mentally exhausted, back aching from holding yourself upright so rigidly during the meeting, trying to look interested, like a good employee.

But to get into your apartment, you need a key, and right now, yours appears to have fallen into the Bermuda Triangle via your purse. Swearing profusely, you dig through your bag for a few minutes, before finally finding what you need.

The door opens, then stops suddenly, like there's a weight on the other side. "What the f-"

Nero greets you. Not on the ground. In the air.

You take a step back, baffled laughter leaving your lips. Your black cat is suspended in the crack of the doorway, bright green eyes blinking at you in similar confusion, San's hands gently wrapped around his middle. Around Nero's neck is his little fish-spotted bowtie, the one that makes him look like a proper gentleman.

"Nero?"

“Mrow?” 

"Good afternoon, sajangnim," San's voice says from behind the door. He shifts Nero slightly, like he's snapping to attention. "Welcome home."

"Thank you," you giggle, giving Nero a chin scritch. You push on the door slightly, and San steps back, bringing Nero into his arms.

"Hi Noona," he grins. HIs fingers stroke the back of Nero's neck, which is one of Nero's favorite spots. Which San knows now, too. He and Nero are inseparable. 

“When did Nero get a job as our doorman?” you ask, sliding your shoes off before slipping into your house shoes. 

“Just today. And he’s doing such a good job, isn’t he?” San rubs Nero’s ears, earning a loud rumble in return. “Yes, he is.” 

It’s too cute, the way San fawns over your cat. Like he knows Nero has a piece of your heart. So he protects him. Protects it. 

It’s too cute and it’s too much to think about. 

You don’t lay down so much as collapse onto your couch, a loose pile of bones sprawling across the cushions. San takes a spot on the floor, leaning back against the couch. Nero leaps from San’s arms up onto your legs, where he proceeds to bake biscuits in the meat of your thigh. 

“Where’s Haneul?” you ask. Normally when San’s sister is working third shift, she’s up by now, zoning out in front of the tv until she has to get ready for work. 

“Jongho took her out for breakfast slash dinner,” San informs you. “Just me and Nero home.” 

“Well, good thing he’s here to keep you in line. And he got a promotion today, so I think someone’s earned an extra treat tonight.” Nero’s purring grows, ears pricking up at the word ‘treat.’ 

San passes you the remote. He watches you scroll through your Netflix queue for a few minutes. As your fingers run over Nero’s smooth coat, you wonder idly if San’s hair feels as soft as it looks. 

“What about me?” San tips his head back, letting it rest on the cushion beneath your hips while he glances at you. “It was my idea to make him doorman.” 

He pouts, but not his usual pout, not the one that makes you want to give him everything in the world, but a comic pout, bottom lip stretched to its limit, meant to do nothing more than to make you giggle. Which it does.

“Why’d you do that, anyway?”

Something shifts in San’s eyes.

“You said this morning that you had a meeting today. I remember how stressed you were after the last two. So when I heard you in the hall, cursing like a sailor, I figured maybe you could use a laugh.”

“Oh.” Looks like San knows other things now, too. “Oh, yeah, that’s - I did have a meeting. And it sucked. So, um, thanks.” Too many emotions swirl through you, your voice shrinking as you speak, unsure how to express how you feel. Or if you even should. “I appreciate it.” 

“Of course.” When he smiles, your chest physically aches. “Anything to see you smile, Noona.” 

There goes another piece of your heart.

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Previous installments of bff's lil bro San: one two three four

Tagging a few people who I think are interested @moni-logues @kiestrokes @augustbutwinter @sweetnspicy-noona @krystal-a @yeontan-my-love

[a-bucket-of-trash]

And we see us again – Kelvin x Neutral Reader - One Shot

Prompt: Kelvin has recovered, time for a friendly visit.

Tags: Fluffy uwu

The last time you had seen Kelvin, it had been a couple of months ago, in the hospital, after having been finally rescued, after several months trapped in that hellish forest full of cannibals, mutants and an overpopulation of squirrels.

You had nothing more than superficial physical damage and poor nutrition, after consuming the tons of fish that he caught with inhuman skill, industrial quantity blueberries and the occasional legs that, in the winter season, gave you the opportunity to don’t starve.

Kelvin had it much worse, as his untreated brain injury had handicapped him over those months. Being on the island, you knew that the fact that his ears bleed on their own every couple of weeks was absolutely not a good thing, but in a place like this, there was nothing you could do but give him extra rest when you could, and cool down his head with a damp cloth. The fact that he had a fever along with the bleeding was a sign that something had become infected in his poor head, and the medicines you found lying around weren't the best, especially since most of them had already expired.

Still, the prognosis for him was pretty good. With proper treatment, medication and so on, within a few weeks his brain was working as it should, his hearing was beginning to return and he was finally articulating words. At least that's how you had seen on one of the last visits to the hospital. Maybe he would never be 100% the same as before, but, after what had happened, neither would you, and you hadn't had brain damage. You also needed treatment, especially psychological.

Forcing some of your contacts in the army, you got an address and, in that warm noon, you knocked on the light wooden door, seeing a familiar face open the door, and a pair of warm brown eyes smile in recognition.

"Permission to break your bones," he said, spreading his arms.

You laughed an "Affirmative" before giving him a hug, feeling how he squeezed you hard, almost lifting you into the air.

You had never been there, but you really wanted to visit your old friend of adventures and tragedies. Soon you were inside a very normal house, watching him walk back from the kitchen, a bottle of cold beer in each hand, pointing to the pale couch in the middle of the room, noticing the light coming in through the windows and the music playing in the background.

It was a little strange for you to see him moving fluidly and wearing a brown shirt and gray pants, shaved. Especially after months of seeing him dressed as a military and walking like a hasty duck.

You heard him sigh deeply, sitting down next to you, while you held your own beer.

"And well?" You asked, curious, “How are you? Getting better? You feel good?"

"What?" He pretended not to hear, to which he laughed as you smacked his leg firmly. “I'm fine, I'm fine. Little by little. I still don't hear as well as before, the doctors doubt that I will fully recover, but 90% is better than nothing. Possibly I will have a chronic headache from now on, and for another month I was forbidden to do any physical effort… The worst is the Post Traumatic Stress…” Kelvin shrugged and looked at you “And you? How did you find my house? Our mission was supposed to be… you know…”

"What mission?" You joked, taking a sip “I feel fine, except that now I'm terrified of flying… And well, you know, I can be a real pain in the butt. And I may have threatened to say things if they didn't give me your address."

"You're going to have them accuse you of Treason and end up in jail..." He shook his head softly "But I'm glad you convinced them" He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, smiling "After so much time together, let's just say that I've missed being ordered around by paper”

"I'm going to give you another concussion" You pushed him playfully, seeing him laugh, "I missed you too, puppy face... Did you get your memory back?"

“Mmmm…” He rubbed the back of his neck, wondering. “I don't remember anything about the week before the accident. I only have fragments of the first month, and I have more and more memories of the following months. The doctors say that I will not recover much more because of how my brain was then"

"Honestly, it's a relief" You sighed, looking at him "What happened to you was horrible, but it was also a horrible few months, it's better that you don't remember much"

“It was complicated, but not at all horrible” His brown eyes fixed on yours “You were there, I never felt alone or hopeless, despite the circumstances. I remember the hundreds of times you ran by with an ax in your hand, ripping off heads like you were possessed, but I also remember how you looked for a way to distract me, to make me feel useful, to cheer me up…”

"Don't start, please" You smiled, somewhat emotional "We already cried whole days, I don't need more..."

"You cried" He bothered you a little, smiling "Crybaby" He pushed you gently with his shoulder.

"Shut up" You laughed "You were the one who told me, crying, that you couldn't sleep in the hospital because you felt so alone"

"I still find it hard to sleep alone," He confessed.

“Mmmm” You sighed “Me too…” You remembered something and looked at him “In the end, I never found out your real name. Tell me to replace your code name, because it's already strange to call you Kelvin, Mr. Alpha Bravo Charlie"

“10.4” He laughed softly “But I've gotten used to being called Kelvin by now. It's going to seem strange to me that you suddenly call me Robert"

"Is your name Robert?" You laughed, denying "You don't have the face of a Robert"

"Affirmative, I'm going to change my name to one that matches my face," He joked, shaking his head, before slapping your knee "Keep calling me Kelvin"

“Kel…” You thought, in your own world inside your head.

"Hey" He gently drew your attention, touching your arm delicately "I know I thanked you a thousand times for keeping me alive, but thanks again"

"You're welcome, again" You smiled.

“Are you going to tell me what you saw in the caves?” He saw you deny “What? Why not? Military secret?

"Why do you want to know that?" You hesitated, taking a long drink of your beer.

"Don't fuck with me... If the times I saw a mutant on the island, I almost shit my pants, and you would happily go with your ax to cut off their heads or whatever the hell they had" Kelvin gestured widely with his bottle "You faced them! Like it was a picnic! And every time you left a cave, you came back beaten, without resources, with skin things hanging from your pockets… I want to know what the hell you saw for you to forbade me to accompany you down there”

“Rob… Kelvin” You put the beer down on the table “There was darker than a moose's butt, you were deaf. What was I supposed to do? Put a noose around your neck and walk among mutants as if you were a dog?

"I don't know…" He sighed, before drinking.

“Besides, if something happened to me in there, I knew that you were at the base, relatively safe…” You thought “Knowing that you were waiting for me back, somehow gave me the impetus to be extra careful, to make sure that I would come back to help you…”

Kelvin looked at you, half sad and half warm inside. You took care of him, even with your absences. The sound of his alarm clock woke him slightly, looking at the time, time for legal drugs. He slowly got up, to walk to a medicine box that was to one side, looking for what he had to take. He took out three different pills which he placed in his mouth and swallowed with a long sip of his beer.

"I'm going to kick your head until you even forget about your mother" You snorted angrily, seeing his surprised look "Idiot, don't mix drugs with alcohol. Are you still half stupid or what?"

"Ah" He chuckled, walking back to the couch "It's non-alcoholic beer, overprotective"

"Oh" You lowered your face from him, somewhat embarrassed, seeing him sit nearby.

You were still talking, when you remembered something else. You lifted the sleeve of your shirt, showing him a recent tattoo on your arm, below your shoulder. It was a skull with an ax stuck in it, very similar to the one you had used in all that time on the island. And next to both, what seemed to be a notepad, and on it, written: Survive.

Kelvin looked at it carefully, holding onto your arm a bit. He recognized that handwriting and even the design of the notepad, since he had read commands and suggestions in it, for months.

“It was going to be just the skull and the axe” You mentioned to him “But I didn't survive alone, on the contrary, I don't think I would have survived without you. So the notepad was in your honor."

Your name sounded tenderly on the lips of a Kelvin who had gotten quite touched and who hastened to give you one of his especially strong hugs.

"Silly..." He whispered, closing his eyes "Absurdly silly and cute... Even though at the time I saw you cutting off the testicles of all the cannibals you killed because you were in a bad mood..."

"Aren't you afraid of being next to me? Who knows, I might do the same to you” You smiled, rubbing his broad back.

"I don't sleep well since you're not by my side" He whispered again, holding you more, squeezing you against his chest "I feel safe with you... Calm... And... Everyone who found out I had some brain damage treats me as if now I had the mind of a two-year-old..." He growled softly, somewhat annoyed "I hate being pitied... I'm not incapacitated, I'm not stupid... But..." Kelvin sighed, rubbing his face gently against yours "You treat me like if nothing had happened... Even though you lived by my side, when I was at my worst... For you it's over, and you treat me as such, as myself... That reassures me so much..."

“Oh, Kelvin…” You hugged him tighter “You, at your worst, hurt and deaf, on a demon island, did more than anyone would have done in the same situation…” You tried to lift his spirits a little “I never saw anyone fish with their hands as well as you, you should dedicate yourself professionally to that”

You heard him laugh softly, still squeezing you, as if he was partially afraid to let you go, although it didn't bother you, he was warm and utterly huggable. You knew it well, since, on many cold nights on that island, it was only possible to sleep because you both stayed embraced, sharing warmth and softness.

“Could you…stay?” He asked, almost as if his voice were a distant instrument of the music that was still being heard over the speaker, not daring to move a muscle, “I don't know… Maybe… Maybe you'll let me take a nap like we used to do then? I miss sleeping… accompanied…”

"Me too" You whispered, with your eyes closed, with his clean perfume entering your lungs.

"And have dinner…? I promise there are no fish to eat, not this time.” The soldier teased sheepishly.

"Sounds like a good plan to me, big guy" You smiled "I have weird dreams about fish"

"I dream... of you" He murmured "I only sleep well... if I dream of you"

You stayed still for a moment. The way he spoke was mixing with the feeling of his hands running down your back, and his face rubbing tenderly against your cheek. You prayed that you weren't misreading the signs, you prayed that it wasn't your own confused brain, that mind that months ago had fallen in love with that soldier, and you moved your face slightly, to find that pair of soft lips that had brushed your jaw like the wings of a butterfly, landing on yours.

You were sure that both of you had kissed at the same time, so you stayed there, still in his arms, tasting that shy mouth that tasted faintly of antibiotics. Kelvin was slow to kiss, but that made him utterly sweet, cuddly, and overly romantic, as if he had the time in the world for that. You weren't in a hurry either, you spent a long time in his mouth, caressing his soft short hair, enjoying it, so that later he just hugged you, burying his face in your neck, taking a deep breath, soaking in your scent.

"I hate that I can't do physical effort for a month..." Kelvin growled, impatient "But you wait... As soon as I have the medical approval, I'm going to show you why I could cut wood for hours..."

Your laughter echoed both in the walls and in his ears.

[izvmimi]

Izuku Midoriya is many things.

A hero inspiring a generation coming after him to do their best. The difference between safety and disarray on most days. A lover, a reluctant fighter, a good man to his bones. Your husband, your home, the father of your children.

But today, all he is managing to be is an oversized pain in your ass.

“Do not,” you warn through gritted teeth, scowling out of the corner of your eye while he reaches to tap at the side of the screen of your tablet. The page switches, loading to two pages back from where you were currently reading. “You’re skipping ahead of me. I can’t read that fast.”

You scoff, pulling the tablet away from him with one arm, stretching it further than he can currently reach without moving himself around beneath you. You’re resting in his lap, back pressed against his chest, soft kisses pressed to the top of your head periodically to remind you that he’s still behind you. And apparently also reading along with you, too.

“That’s not my problem. Go get yours and read on your own time.” You look behind you, brows furrowed but he smiles down at you. He’s never even the faintest glance short of looking head over heels for you, the same way he has looked at you since the moment he realized that pounding in his chest and sweat prickled palms were merely the first flutters of what would become a lifetime of unyielding devotion to the woman who completes him.

“But it’s so much more fun to read with you.” His chin comes down to rest atop your head, arms wrapped around your torso to hold you tightly against him. You tap the opposite side of the screen in front of you, going back to the page you were on. “If you change it again, I’m leaving and never coming back.”

Izuku chuckles, holding you tighter against his chest, the back of your head resting between his thin t-shirt clad pecs.

“And where would you go?”

You look up at him, brow raised. In all the time you’ve been together you’ve never earnestly made a back up plan knowing you’d neve really need one but if he wants to play, he forgot who his competition is. You purse your lips, setting the tablet aside, all but forgetting completely about the book you were so frustrated to be interrupted reading.

“Back home.”

He chuckles again, lifting his legs and planting his feet on the couch on either side of you to further cage you against his body. The size difference between the two of you always tends to be most apparent when you’re enveloped between large biceps and thighs, held like the most precious thing that has ever graced the planet and sometimes a lifeline. Thankfully this is not one of the lifeline times and he simply rocks you back and forth, thumbs gently massaging your hips through your yoga pants.

“Do you think I wouldn’t be able to find you there or something? Every pro there knows me and would be calling me before the day is over to let me know you’re good.” Your husband kisses your head again, squeezing you so tightly you groan playfully a little in response. “They’d probably charter a private jet just to send you home to me.”

Now this makes you giggle back, the line of your mouth curving into the beautiful smile he loves to see so much. You tilt your head all the way back and he looks down to meet your gaze, thumbs still moving in persistent circles.

“Maybe I’d find a new place to hide, somewhere far away from here.”

He leans in and kisses your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks. Every inch of beautiful skin he can reach sitting like this, he kisses it, from scalp to the top of your ear. He is a pain in the ass, especially right now when he’s being too affectionate for you to successfully be annoyed by, but you wonder what he’s thinking when you see the faintest hint of the scrappy smile he used to get on his face when the two of you were younger.

“I’d find you there, too. The world would be too scared of who I’d become without you to let you stay away for long.”

This strikes you as an interesting thing to say. So much of his success is solely dependent on him, at least that’s what you think, but even global heroes know better. A happy, good hero comes from a happy home. Heroes here and abroad know that the Midoriya household is the gold standard of this rule of thumb, your husband always more than eager to discuss the way you seamlessly stitch his lives and identities together.

“You could go to the bottom of the sea and I’d still find you.” He half jokes, raising a brow at your twitching lips. “Space? I’d throw an astronaut out of the window and take his place.”

You laugh, shaking your head and attempting to get away from him. He pulls you to him tighter, kissing the crown of your head once again.

“The mountains? I could just lift them and throw them until they are out of my way.”

Another kiss, this time at your temple.

“Another dimension? Well, I’d find a way. They’re always inventing new technology.”

You turn around in his arms, reaching up to cup his jaw.

“So you’re telling me anywhere I go you’ll follow me?”

Izuku smiles down at you, nodding.

“Anywhere you go is where I belong too.”

i've read this like hundreds of times but just now was truly the best thank you so much for being so kind to me kendy :((

[blueicequeen19]

Take it or Leave it

Warnings: jealous Rafe & JJ, loss of V

I didn’t tear my eyes off her as she stood with Sarah and Kie, laughing and dancing with drinks in their hands. I wasn’t the only one mesmerized. Just about every guy in here was watching them. Especially her with that sweet and innocent vibe she gave off. Sarah and Kie would corrupt her for sure.

“Take your eyes off her before I make you.” A familiar voice scoffs at me. I smile as Rafe Cameron sits down one bar stool down from me, his back to the crowd so no one could see us talking.

“Scared she’ll pick me, Rafe?” I taunt, sipping my drink as I let my gaze trail down her long legs.

“She was with me last night.”

“And she was with me this morning and still is.” We lock eyes for a moment and I think he’s about to hit me when he finally turns away, downing the rest of his scotch.

“She’s not going to be able to make a proper decision if you don’t stop hogging her.” Rafe grumbles, ordering another drink. I watched as she locks eyes with me and licks her lips, letting her gaze travel down my body.

Neither of us had fucked her yet but I didn’t mean the urge wasn’t there. I was rock hard all the time but I was waiting for her to make the choice. Me or Rafe. But if she didn’t want to choose, I’d be fine with that too. As long as I got a piece of her. Something told me Rafe wouldn’t be down for sharing though.

“I’m not keeping her here. I can’t help that she’d rather spend time with me and not you.” I throw back at him, winking at my girl as I down my next drink. She giggles as she continues to drink and dance with my friends.

“There’s nothing you can offer her that I can’t.”

“Yea? Have you made her cum yet? Because I have.” The image of my finger curled inside her sweet pussy has my chest tightening with need. Rafe jumps to his feet and shoves me but I only laugh as the bartender smacks the top of the bar.

“Not in my bar. Take it outside.” He barks and Rafe scowls. We both turn to see her watching us, an unreadable expression on her face. Mixed with guilt. She hadn’t realized Rafe was here.

“Don’t touch her again or I’ll kill you. I’m not kidding.” Rafe growls, not taking his eyes off her.

“I’ll do whatever she asks me for. Or begs me for.” Rafe turns on me right as I see her push through the crowd to get to where we are. I smile as he fists the front of my cut off, murder in his eyes.

“If you think for one sec—.”

“Guys, not here. Please.” We both seem to hold our breath in her presence. She’s so beautiful. Her perfume fills my head and my hands itch to touch her. I was already hard but now my dick was throbbing with need. Rafe jerks away from me and takes her hand. My eyes zero in on their hands but I don’t say anything as I follow them out the back exit.

“I feel like I’m losing you.” I hear Rafe say as the door shuts behind us.

“I haven’t made my decision yet.” She says softly, pulling her hand from his and meeting my gaze.

“I don’t want you guys fighting or at each others throats. Not over me.” She says, looking between the two of us.

“I promise.” I say quickly, taking her hand and pulling her against me. Rafe bristles but waits for her to acknowledge him.

“I promise too.” Rafe finally says, stepping closer and offering her a soft smile. I kiss her forehead and let her go to him although every bone in my body was screaming, mine. I watch as they embrace and I look away when she reaches up on her toes to kiss him, my stomach twisting in knots. A moment later she’s saying goodbye and taking my hand, leading me to my truck.

“Thank you. I know that was hard for you.” She finally says once we’re in the cab and snuggled into my side. I put my arm around her and kiss the top of her head, just grateful that she’s near.

“I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” I murmur, tipping her chin up and staring into those big beautiful eyes. Butterflies take off in my stomach over all the emotion in her eyes. I press my lips to hers and she moans softly, fueling me further so I dip my tongue in her mouth and wind my fingers through her hair. Her tits are pressed into my side, letting me feel how hard her little nipples are. It’s my turn to moan when she cups my jaw and bites my bottom lip.

“JJ.” She whispers, cupping me through my shorts. “I want you in my mouth.” I can’t say anything except quickly free myself from my shorts and watch her eyes light up. She crouches down on her knees, leaning over my lap and places a quick kiss to my throbbing tip.

“Fuck, baby.” I groan, gently pushing her head down as she takes me into her warm mouth. I throw my head back against the headrest, savoring the feel of her. She’s about to swallow me down her pretty little throat when there’s a tapping on the passenger door. She yelps, yanking away from me as I attempt to cover myself. We both look over in time to see Rafe open the door.

“If you’re going to do this here, I want in. I miss my girl.” Rafe wastes no time in hauling her onto his lap and kisses her hard. I grit my teeth, waiting for her to object but she never does. If anything it fuels her fire because she reaches over and strokes me until I’m hard again while keeping her tongue in Rafe’s mouth.

“Baby.” I groan.

“I want this.” She pants into Rafe’s mouth, pulling her hand away to spit in it then wrapping her hand around my cock again. I moan, letting my head fall back against the seat as I watch her body move. “I want you both. Let me have this. Play with me. Both of you.” I nearly cum just from her words. I scoot closer to Rafe and she tears her mouth away to kiss me instead. I know Rafe is touching her by the way she’s gasping into my mouth, her body trembling as she jerks me harder and harder.

“Her pussy is so wet. So needy.” I hear Rafe say with a growl. I can’t think. All the blood is in my cock and I can only concentrate on making myself last a little longer. She cries out against my lips and I know he’s fingering her. I find her hardened nipples, tweaking them between my thumbs as I kiss her. She rocks against me, riding Rafe’s hand until she pushes away and drops down to take me back into her mouth.

“Fuck.” Rafe and I both curse as his hand works her from behind, her head bobbing up and down frantically even as she gags.

“Stop or I’ll cum down your throat.” I grunt, tugging on her hair but she doesn’t stop. If anything she takes me deeper and I my hips buck as I cum hard. She swallows and my thighs trembles as she sucks everything out of me. Her release hits at the same time and she hums around my shaft.

“Good girl.” Rafe groans, the sound of her wetness echoing in the truck cab. His hand slows as she drops me from her mouth, gasping for air. She throws her legs over mine, straddling me instead and reaching for Rafe’s belt. My cock nudges against her heat like a magnet and it takes everything in me not to thrust inside.

My fingers find her pussy as she starts to suck Rafe off next. His head meets the headrest as he basks in the way her newly skilled mouth feels. I cup her pussy as I stroke her clit, pressing my thumb to other hole. She’s so wet that she’s dripping all over my lap and my hand. She tenses but doesn’t stop bobbing her head as I press my thumb to the puckered hole. If anything she pushes back against me as an invitation.

I rub her clit faster as I push my thumb in to the first knuckle causing a domino effect of her moaning around Rafe’s cock in her mouth and him groaning in response. I’m barely getting started when she cums again, her body trembling uncontrollably as Rafe suddenly cums down her throat with a choked groan.

Rafe pulls her off him and kisses her hard, tasting himself on her tongue. She moans before turning back to me, her body no doubt tired from being bent over at an odd angle, and kisses me just as hard.

“I want you both. Right now.” She rasps, reaching between us to stroke me.

“Wait—.” Rafe says almost panicked. We both knew he’d claimed her virginity from the start but there was no stopping her.

“We’ll take turns. You both can claim me.” She pants, stealing my breath as she slowly impales herself on me. I grip her hips, resisting the urge to fuck up into her but she was in charge. I feel her thighs shake as she slowly lowers herself fully before she lifts off and straddles Rafe next. I look down at my blood streaked dick before looking back to where she’s taking Rafe inside her next.

I thought I’d be jealous or upset but she seemed to answer all our problems by taking matters into her own hands. I’d have rather taken her virginity in a bed or someplace more comfortable but this was still heavenly.

She lowers herself fully on Rafe, wincing as she comes back up and kisses him sweetly. Rafe is panting, his eyes hooded as he stares at her like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She was.

I can hardly contain myself as she moves back to straddle me, her hair sticking to her neck with sweat as she kisses me. I line myself up with her leaking pussy and she forces herself down with a broken moan. It’s the tightest thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Now that that’s out of the way—,” she whispers, kissing me hard before taking my bottom lip between her teeth, “—fuck me like you mean it.”