#not a big fan of the second one LOLL

[kugelgelenktpuppe]

[amirasainz]

hi, you write beautifully! i was wondering if you could please write something about lando and the reader, when they have different love languages lando has touch and the reader has gifts

Thank you 😊

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

- xoxo babygirl 🧡

Different Love Languages, Same Love

Lando had always been a tactile person. It wasn’t something he tried to be, it was just who he was—he liked being close, feeling skin against skin, sharing warmth. And then there was Y/N, his polar opposite when it came to expressing love. She’d always had a knack for finding the perfect gift or gesture, something that showed she’d been paying attention to the tiniest details. They were different, yes, but those differences only seemed to bring them closer.

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The first time Y/N really noticed how much Lando’s love language shaped his actions was at a fan meet-and-greet.

It was a chaotic day at the track. Fans swarmed Lando as soon as he stepped out of the hospitality tent. Y/N had been standing beside him, holding his water bottle, her presence understated like always. But the moment the crowd surged forward, Lando’s hand shot out, grabbing hers and pulling her in front of him.

“Stay close,” he murmured, his arm wrapping protectively around her waist.

She could feel the rapid thump of his heart as he tucked her into his chest, shielding her from the crush of fans. Even as he smiled and signed autographs, his other hand never left her, his fingers brushing her arm or hip every few seconds as if to make sure she was still there.

Later that night, when they were back at the hotel, she teased him about it.

“Lando, I wasn’t about to get lost in a sea of fans,” she said, smiling as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

He looked up from where he was lying on the bed, his face softening. “I know. I just… I didn’t want anything to happen to you. You’re the most important person there, you know?”

Her heart melted on the spot.

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Y/N’s love showed itself in other ways—like the time Lando won his first-ever F1 race.

It had been a whirlwind of champagne, interviews, and celebrations. Y/N was right there through it all, cheering the loudest, her face aching from how wide her smile had been the entire time. The next day, while Lando was still sleeping off the post-race exhaustion, she went out and found a small pendant shaped like a racecar. It wasn’t fancy, but it was something to mark the moment.

When Lando woke up and saw it, his expression was priceless.

“What’s this?” he asked, holding it up to the light.

“Just something to remember yesterday by,” Y/N said casually, though her cheeks were already warming. “You can put it on your keychain or something.”

Lando sat up and looked at her for a long moment before pulling her into his lap, burying his face in her neck. “You’re unreal, you know that? I don’t deserve you.”

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Their differences became even more apparent on the nights they’d go out with friends. Y/N wasn’t a big drinker, but occasionally, she’d let loose. Lando always took on the role of her unofficial babysitter, not that she ever needed it. One particular night, though, she’d had one cocktail too many.

On the way home, she slouched in the passenger seat of Lando’s car, her head lolling against the window. “You’re so pretty, you know that?” she slurred, turning to look at him with glassy eyes.

Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Thanks, love. So are you.”

When she tried to sit up, he reached over, guiding her feet onto his lap.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused but too tipsy to argue.

“Just keeping you close,” he said simply, one hand steering the car while the other rested on her ankle.

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For Y/N, showing her love meant remembering the little things—like the time Lando casually mentioned wanting a specific pair of headphones while scrolling online. Six months later, on his birthday, he unwrapped the exact pair he’d been eyeing.

“How did you remember this?” he asked, holding them up with a mix of surprise and awe.

“I pay attention,” Y/N said with a grin. “You should try it sometime.”

He tackled her onto the couch, peppering her face with kisses.

“I don’t need to,” he said between kisses. “I already have everything I want.”

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One of Lando’s most memorable gestures came during a rare beach day together. They’d found a secluded spot, far from the prying eyes of fans or photographers. Y/N had been lying on the sand, soaking up the sun, when Lando suddenly scooped her up and pulled her onto his chest.

“Lando!” she yelped, laughing as she tried to wriggle free. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you close,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “And making sure you don’t get sand in your hair. You hate that.”

She rolled her eyes but let him hold her, her head resting against his shoulder as they watched the waves.

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The balance they struck was perfect in its own way.

When Lando came home after particularly grueling race weekends, Y/N always had something waiting for him—sometimes flowers, sometimes his favorite takeout, sometimes just a handwritten note tucked into his pillow.

And when Y/N had rough days, Lando would pull her into his arms and hold her until the tension melted away.

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One night, as they lay tangled together on the couch, Y/N looked up at him and asked, “Do you ever wish we had the same love language?”

Lando tilted his head, considering her question. “Not really. I think it’s kind of perfect the way it is. You make me feel loved in ways I never expected.”

She smiled, reaching up to trace his jawline. “You do the same for me.”

And that was all that mattered.

[minkieater]

sweat — jyh ˚ · .

p. jeong yunho x fem!reader w. smut mdni, sweat kink kinda went crazy here, can't help but write yunho rough it just comes out of me wc. 3.2k

a bare face, disheveled hair and scarlet tipped ears greeted you in the bedroom, two hours after you’d last seen him. his puffy eyes were low from exertion, his strenuous workout was ultimately for him but you couldn’t pretend it didn’t benefit you, too. your eyes caught the sweat that sparkled across his skin, the warm light from the side table lamp making it appear like a second layer of a golden sheen — nothing short of a gift that the hotel’s gym provided you. his chocolate brown shirt hung loose and baggy, definitely damp by this point, crumpled at the bottom hem from how many times he’d pat his face dry with it during his session. his shorts sat just at mid thigh, shorts you’d bought for him just for this purpose, coming back to you in your hotel room after a late night workout.

“check out my pump,” he flexed his biceps with a proud smile, looking at his arms that he held up on either side of his face. such an adorable action, the opposite of how he looked right now, so massive and so manly.

you didn’t answer, you couldn’t answer, too entranced by how he spawned in your bedroom looking effortlessly godlike. it was sinister, it should be illegal, an article written somewhere in the federal register that jeong yunho shouldn’t be able to look this fucking good. 

the sweat that laid across his skin made him look so edible, so delicious, you knew that taste all too well — the warm saltiness tangled with a hint of him, it was your favorite flavor, you could eat it all day and all night. the ruby red flush to his ears, his cheeks and his nose you wanted to bottle up, put in a tube so you could wear it like lipgloss. maybe chapstick instead so you could put it on him, get his lips back to their usual luster, nourish them so you could kiss him until they were chapped once again.

his hair being so abnormally fucked up only made you think of one thing, how you wanted to sink your fingers into his hair, see the muddy olive brown colored locks between your fingers, tugging at his roots so he’d tell you to pull them harder. you were working yourself up in your head, staring at him through lidded eyes from the comfort of the white bed sheets, it only took seconds of ogling for yunho to read your thoughts as if you said them out loud. 

he scratched his head with one eye shut, a knowing smile playing on his lips, “i should do that workout more often if you’re gonna react like this, i feel like you’re gonna pounce on me.” 

a sound of amusement leaves your lips as you lift one hand, curling your index finger towards yourself to say get your ass over here. 

“i’m all sweaty, we have to sleep there,” he cringed, “i’m gonna shower, care to join?” 

you hopped up at a speed comparable to light despite the fact that your hair was still wet from the shower you just took, but you’d take another, you’d do anything he asked. yunho chuckled as he made his way to the bathroom, flicking on the lights, the loud hum of the fan filling the space. 

“come here,” you murmured when you entered the bathroom hot on his tail, the order sounding like a plea as you tugged at his shirt, pulling him down to your height. 

he was still smiling as your lips met, he brought his hands up to your cheeks, cupping them as his palms completely enveloped your face, fingers going deep into your hair. you were obsessed with him, the size of him, how every part of him seemed to be double of what you were. it made you dizzy, unlocked a part of you that you didn’t realize was laying dormant until you met him, ushering him to do anything to prove how big he actually is, to show you how small he could make you feel. 

you switched to kiss his jaw, tongue lolling out to lick at his skin, tasting the sweet concoction of sweat and yunho that tased like the fountain of youth. it kept you awake, kept you alive, added fuel to the fire of need that started to spread through your gut like a lit match in a dry forest. you moved his hands down your waist to your ass as you licked up the column of his throat and he groaned, lifting you up with those massive twin palms and placing you flat on the counter. 

your lips met again and he smirked into the kiss before detaching for a moment, “couldn’t even wait for me to turn the shower on?”

“can you blame me?” you asked with a sweet smile as you spread your legs atop the counter, already wearing nothing underneath the white hotel robe, as if you’d planned jumping him as soon as he got back. 

the air hit your core and you shivered, yunho taking his place right between your knees as if he felt it, the wetness that caught the draft. his hips were still taller than yours as he stood in front of you and you could moan just at the sight, the mere thought of your giant of a boyfriend. 

“my eager girl,” he hummed as he attached your lips again, fingers running up your calves, over your thighs that laid flush against the counter. he let them slip under the robe, fingers gripping your hips, squeezing as he pressed his abdomen against you from the distance he’d closed. 

“more,” you moaned into his lips at his touch, back arching into him. you could smell the sweat coming off of him, through his shirt, on his skin, in his hair. if you weren’t so horny you’d feel a little concerned about how much it affected you, mouth watering as the scent hit your nostrils. “please,” you begged, your hands coming up his forearms to squeeze at his biceps, back arching impossibly farther to collide your chest with his abdomen. 

“only because you said please,” his voice was ragged as he rested his forehead against yours, slipping a hand from under the robe and bringing it in front of you, running the pads of his fingers over the tops of your thighs, quickly coming closer to your core. you gasped in anticipation, hips bucking up to give him access. he didn’t let his fingers go farther, though, instead they trailed up over your stomach to the tie of your robe, playing with the knot you tied when you hoped out of the shower. 

you whined, an impatient, annoying noise, one that yunho loved so fucking much. his smirk returned at the sound, taking his time as he untied the knot, tugging lightly at the fabric fastened across your waist, using little to no force to drag it out solely to frustrate you further. 

“yunho, please,” you begged, tilting your chin up to look into his eyes where you found a pair of puffy, chocolate brown glazed over eyes staring right back down at you. 

he saw the need in your eyes, the way your eyebrows furrowed, how you took your bottom lip just between your teeth and his resolve was gone. he used both of his hands to tug it free with no effort, slipping the robe off of your shoulders, leaving you bare for him atop the bathroom counter. 

he groaned again from low in his gut, a choked sound, “so fucking sexy.” 

your head tilted back with a muddled moan as his hands swallowed your boobs, squeezing at the fat, rolling his thumbs over your nipples, biting his own lip when they hardened under his touch. his hands slipped down to your waist and he kissed you again, running his hands over your skin, the pads of his fingers leaving dainty touches across your hips and thighs. 

you reached between your bodies, you opted to grab for him instead, feeling his already hardened length in your palm. yunho physically shivered, hips bucking into your hand with a small noise, one that not just anyone would catch if they didn’t know yunho like the back of their hand. you did, you knew it was a sound of lust, a noise that meant please keep going. 

you palmed him through his shorts, the shorts that you bought because they were shorter than the rest of his collection, ones that showed off his thigh muscle so perfectly. you leaned up and attached your tongue to his neck again, a different spot that you hadn’t tasted yet, hadn’t licked the sweat clean off of it. you hummed in delight, working your hand faster over his shorts as his head hung loose, small groans and puffs of air leaving his lips.

“taste so good,” you mumbled between licks to his neck, sucking at small spots, easily leaving bruises across his skin. how his makeup artist would have to cover that up, you didn’t care. your hands went to the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head, marveling at the damp cloth in your hands, hoping he didn’t notice how you took your time or how you had to physically stop yourself from bringing it up to your nose. 

of course he noticed, the revelation gave yunho back the upper hand, his smirk returned to his face as he said, “yeah? you like it when i’m all sweaty baby?”

after years of being together he knows this, you’ve licked the sweat off of all of him numerous times, but it still affected yunho the same every single time you did, and he never hesitated to tease you for it. you mumbled a mhm as you raked your hands over his abdomen, his chest, the skin that was dry by now but still slightly sticky. 

his hands gripped your hips again, right at the crease of where your thigh met your hip and you jumped, bucking your hips towards him once more. your ass was right on the ledge of the sink and you would’ve fallen right back into it if his grip wasn’t so tight. he kept one hand on your hip as the other dragged closer to your core, ghosting over your center, thumb dangerously close to where you needed stimulation the most. 

you gasped, throwing a hand behind you on the sink, using it as leverage to open yourself up to him, let him get full access to where you needed him. he took a step back and looked you up and down, his eyes darker now, so low and glazed over with lust as he stared directly at your center. 

“such a pretty fucking pussy, this sight’ll never get old,” he shook his head and he braced his hands on the counter, right between your legs as he knelt down onto his knees. he moved his hands to grab at your thighs, holding them open as he wasted no time, licking a fat stripe up your center.

you threw the other arm behind you to keep you up and steady as you moaned, a long, languid noise at the stimulation. he made quick work of you, swirling his tongue between your folds, wrapping his lips around your clit. 

“yes,” you moaned and threw your head back, arching your body up into him, bringing your feet up onto the counter to spread yourself impossibly wider for him. he took advantage, eating you like a man starved, letting his saliva trickle down your center and not bothering to lick it all back up. he created a rhythm quick, flicking his tongue over your clit, making you cry out for him, chanting his name like a mantra.

“close,” you cried, taking a hand to fist into his hair, the dampness of his locks only pushing you closer to the edge. the knot in your stomach only tightened further, bucking your hips into his face, and he didn’t pause for a moment. he followed your hips, keeping his lips wrapped tight around your clit, one devastatingly harsh suck made you lose control, had the knot snapping immediately. 

he rode you through it, keeping his rhythm until you forced his face off of you with a tight pull to his roots. he let go of you with a pop, eyes dazed, his head most definitely somewhere else. 

“should i turn the shower on?” he asked with a lazy smile then licked his lips, sitting back on his calves. you giggled, your body shivering as the chill of the room hit you again, your center wet and sticky and cold. 

you hopped down from the counter as he stood up, turning to the glass doors to turn the shower on. as he turned back to you you grabbed him by the neck, pulling him down to kiss him again. you wanted to taste him, all of him before the shower, before his sweat got washed off of him. 

“are you hungry or something?” he joked between kisses, a smile on his face, and you laughed in response. 

“just wanna taste you,” you answered as you dropped to your knees just as he did, a lot less gracefully. he paid no mind as his lips parted, eyes slightly furrowing as he realized what you were doing. 

you tugged his shorts down quick, the length of him springing up against his stomach, standing red and angry and leaking. you salivated, eyes widening at the sight, at the smell of sweaty, post workout yunho. it was delicious, desperation ran through you as if you’d never seen him before, never smelled his sweat before. 

you wrapped your lips around his head, sucking down every drop of precum he gave you, moaning at the taste. so salty, so fucking yunho, your center throbbed with desire even if you just came on his tongue. you spat it all back around him along with your own spit before you took him down your throat as much as you could, hands wrapping around his base, pumping whatever you couldn’t fit – you’d never be able to fit it all. 

he groaned, his hands flying to your head, hands tangling in the roots of your hair, tugging at it just to get a reaction from you. a gargled noise erupted from your throat, vibrating around him, making him stumble for a second as his abdomen clenched, six pack on full display. your eyebrows furrowed at the sight and his hand went to grab for the wall to keep him steady as you bobbed your head, tongue swirling on the underside of his length, hand squeezing his base. 

“you’re so fucking good at that,” he moaned, a gasp leaving his lips right after as your hand went to cup his balls, massaging them in your palm. “i’m gonna cum if you do that, baby, fuck.”

you smiled around his length, breathing through your nose, the smell of him combined with the steam filling the room was making you dizzy. your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, keeping your rhythm, gagging around him as you tried to take him deeper. 

his moans increased in pitch and you knew he was close, teetering at the edge of his release and you stopped, ripping your mouth off of him and putting your hands back at your sides. he whined, a sweet, high pitched noise as you sat back on your calves, a cocky smile sitting on your face as you wiped your lip with your thumb. 

“oh, you’re gonna regret that,” a low chuckle left his lips as he grabbed your wrist, pulling your entire body off the floor with one hand. you smiled, hoping this would happen, knowing all too well what happens when you edge him – what headspace it puts him into. 

“spent the whole fucking night waiting for me just to act like a brat?” he said as you stood up, his voice laced with venom, harsh and stern and so fucking sexy. “you were the one who wanted this, and you’re gonna tease me?” 

he turned you so you faced the massive mirror behind the sink, your hands shooting out to grab the counter, bracing yourself for what comes next. he kicked your ankles apart, spreading your legs, and pushed your chest down on the surface with his right hand wrapped around the back of your neck. 

you moaned, the noise slipping right through your lips, and he chuckled again, the same menacing kick to it. “that’s crazy, i sit you on the counter and make you cum in record time because you’re acting like a bitch in heat, and what do i get?”

“this is all planned then, huh? you acting like a desperate slut so you can get fucked like one?” he lined himself up with your center, quickly pushing in, making your head drop into the sink, a low cry leaving your lips. 

“pick that fucking head up and watch,” he reached for your hair, tugging at your roots, making you moan as he lifted your head to watch him through the mirror. his face is covered in sweat again, the steam from the room combined with the sheer energy it took to make you cum, get edged and bend you over the counter after a full workout. it only pushed you further, your center completely slick, he fucked into you harshly with no resistance, forming a brutal rhythm quick. 

your cries came out one after another, you looked fucked, face sweaty and your half dried hair a knotted wreck. he looked victorious behind you, an evil smile planted on his face as he drilled himself into you, your knees threatening to buckle. 

“too much,” you cried as your legs sagged, forcing yourself to stay upright, using the counter to put your weight on so he could fuck you with ease. 

he laughed instead of slowing down, “you fuckin’ asked for it, baby.”

you didn’t dare look away or let your eyes close as you watched his hand land a harsh slap against your ass, a wicked smile on his face as he watched it ripple under his skin, he loved this just as much as you did – maybe even more. 

you cried out, your head dropping for a moment at the impact before you picked it right back up, keeping your eyes focused on him as his eyebrows furrowed, clearly inching closer to his release. you weren’t far off, the knot in your stomach forming, the angle of him made him hit that spot inside you with each thrust. 

“fuck, i’m close,” he muttered as if on cue, his thrusts staggering, losing their rhythm as he picked up speed. 

“don’t stop,” you huffed out, you couldn’t afford to lose a hand on the counter, your clit begging to be touched. 

yunho knew, of course he knew – he knew you like the back of his hand yet he ignored it, solely focused on his release. a few more thrusts and he was emptying himself inside you, you were so close, right on the edge, your legs wobbling underneath you.

“yunho don’t you dare fucking stop,” you huffed out, your voice hoarse and harsh and he laughed again as his thrusts slowed. you brought a hand down to your core and he was quick to snatch your wrist, leaving you empty and frustrated, a loud whine leaving your mouth. 

“sucks, to be edged, huh?” he asked, holding your wrists behind your back, then planted a kiss to your cheek. 

“we should probably get in the shower now.”

[zoeykallus]

hai!!! how are you doing? i saw ur doing requests again soon... and i wanted to request a tbb something ^^

how would they react to their s/o like. BITING THEM. not full on CHOMP! duh. but a little soft nibble anywhere(jaw, cheek, neck, hand, nose, YOU GET THE POINT)... like the same way you would bite when giving a hickey or biting an earlobe. cuz holy moly i need to bite the FLIP out of these guys.

thank you and i hope you're doing well :D

Aloha! Interesting Question 😁

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - That Little Bite

Warnings: Mostly Fluff/ Partly Suggestive

Masterlist

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

Hunter

If you suddenly nibble his ear while he is cuddling, you will certainly not hear any complaints from him. In fact, it doesn't matter where you're gently nibbling, you'll hear Hunter humming contentedly. The next moment, you have at least one of his arms wrapped around you and are pressed close to his body.

He's crazy about your every touch anyway, and the more sensual and closer, the better. Small bites and nibbles are actually a good way to get his motor running if you're in the mood for more.

In any case, Hunter is a big fan and not shy when it comes to returning the gesture.

Echo

At first, he may be perplexed and keep completely still. Echo is trying to make sense of what is happening, but shortly afterwards you hear a soft laugh coming from his mouth.

“Am I that appetizing?” he teases you.

An approving coo from you and more small, gentle bites make him melt away. Whatever jokes may have occurred to him a moment ago are quickly gone again.

Don't be surprised if he sighs and shivers under your teasing touches, he enjoys every second.

Wrecker

He giggles, surprised, perhaps a little startled at first, but quite taken with the very sensual touch.

“Didn't you get enough to eat today?” he asks you teasingly.

Cling to him and keep nibbling, the jokes will soon be forgotten. His strong arms will pull you closer to him and a little later you will hear pleasurable sounds coming from his mouth.

As he gives in, he says softly, “Go ahead, make me your feast”

Tech

Your gentle nibble triggers a very abrupt, unexpected reaction. Tech jumps up and stares at you with wide eyes from behind his lenses.

“What's wrong?” you ask gently.

Tech clears his throat, pushes his goggles up the bridge of his nose with his index finger and seems to collect himself before answering in his trademark matter-of-fact tone.

“I'm confused. At the moment, I'm trying to categorize your actions on my body, which are new to me. Are these touches of an erotic nature? Do you just want to cuddle? Or should I perhaps be worried about a previously hidden tendency towards cannibalism?”

Disguising and suppressing the impulse to laugh with a cough, you finally answer, “Well, I'd say the first two options are true to a certain extent”

A small sigh of relief crosses his lips, then a smile twitches at the corners of his mouth before he lies back down with you and says, “I'm not averse to that. Go on if you like”

Crosshair

You hear a coo coming from his throat, a satisfied grin on his face. Crosshair is a connoisseur, especially when it comes to physical contact between the two of you. You certainly won't hear any complaints from him.

He lolls around like a cat, snuggled up to you, his long fingers trailing under the fabric of your clothes. Physical contact between you is like a balm for him.

But he doesn't just take, he's also only too happy to give. Don't be surprised if you suddenly find yourself lying under him, his teeth gently grazing your neck or nibbling teasingly on your earlobe. Basically, he's interested in just about every sensual touch in your relationship.

Don't hold back, you won't regret it.

Little Bonus

Gregor

He giggles his adorable giggle.

“Pretty daring today, I like that,” he says, quite taken with it.

Expect him to want a nibble too and very likely to leave a tender mark or two. Gregor is sensual and playful. Such moments often end in you rolling around in the sheets.

But it doesn't necessarily have to end like that, Gregor is also a cuddly bear and his strong arms are a great place to rest and recharge your batteries.

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[sleepinghypnos]

The Creed

Chapter 2 - Second Plate...

Genre: Smut

Tags: F/M, F/F/M, F/F/F/M, Facefuck, Throatfucking Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Harem, Self-degradation, Masochism/Sadism(?), Cum Play, Piss Play

(The things in the tags will be present when the time needs for it.)

Disclaimer: This work is a fan-fiction and does not depict the person/people mentioned in the story.

A/N: You can self-insert if you want...

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP

“Just like that, obediently lay down and be used by me.”

“YES SIR, OH MY GOD!!! YOU ARE HITTING SO FUCKING D-DEEP!!! I'M YOUR SLUT, YOURS ALONE, PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME. RUIN ME FOR OTHER MEN. UGGHHHH, UGH-FUCCCK, SHIIIIIT!!!” Karina moans like a total slut craving for some rough fucking... Vlad told her to bend her knees to her chest and raises her feet while laying down, penetrating her deeper making her eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling out.

His study has a bed for the reason that he sleeps in the study more frequently instead of his bedroom since he's getting more requests nowadays.

"That's it, lose yourself in pleasure. Let me see that tongue of yours lolling out." Vlad thrusting into her with a fierce and unrelenting force, his massive rod buried deep inside her, Karina couldn't help but let out a string of moans and gasps that echoed throughout the room.

Karina was known for her confidence and strength on stage, in this moment, she was completely submissive to the man's will. Letting herself get consumed by lust and her carnal desire to be used.

“How are you so fucking b-big” She said between moans.

“You'll take this dick everyday whenever I want to, fucking slut. You are MINE now.” He slapped her face then grabbed her neck to choke her while still fucking her deeply.

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP

“AACHHKKK- YES SIR! I'm your dumb slut. Just a cum d-dumpster for you, PLEASE F-FUCK ME. USE ME WHENEVER YOU WANT.” She managed to respond despite the choking.

Vlad is fascinated in her hidden slutty side. He just knows that k-pop idols are the horniest because of their job to act the way people want them to behave and so their real personality lay dormant within them until provoked. “I'll use you, keep begging slut."

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP

“YOUR DICK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!” She screams in ecstasy as she lay underneath him. “IT'S REACHING SO DEEP!!!”

He's kissing her in a ravenous passion, unrelenting with his thrust, and insatiable lust for her, for her clenching walls massaging his entire length... Seeing her beg for more adds fuel to his already burning and scorching desire to claim her, make her dependent on him, a cockslave... that only lives for his pleasure.

“You like that? You like getting treated like piece of meat... like an object of pleasure?” He grinned at her moving his hips in a rhythm that stimulates her even further.

He squeezing her cheeks with his hand and she can barely talk. “YESSHH SHIRR! I"M A DUMB WHORE, A FUCK MEAT READY TO PLEASHHURE YOU ANYTIME.” She gave a very satisfying answer.

“Right, a fuck meat, remember your role from now on.” He thrusts his hips forward and meet her cervix in one fell swoop. Karina screams her lungs out as she felt his huge cock trying to enter the forbidden domain, she's new in deep penetration. This is her first time getting railed to the extent that she can feel a cock touching her deep ends.

“OH FUUUUCKKK!!! TOO DEEP! YOU ARE TOO DEEP SIRRRR!! SHIT, SHIT, SHIIIIT!!!!” She said as Vlad pounded into her by pulling his entire length except the tip then thrusting full throttle over and over again. "SIR, I'M CUMMING!!! SHITTTT. LET ME CUM, LET ME CUM PLEAAASSHHH!"

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP

“SIR, Y-YOU'RE SPLITTING ME APART!!! HE-HEHEHE, FUUUCCCKKK! KEEP USING ME. PLEASE. HEH-EHEHE. IT FEELS SO. FUCKING. GOOD!!!! ” She's losing her mind, laughing... Vlad continues to pound her not stopping. “AAAAHHHHH, I'M CUMMIIIIIINNNGGG!!!” Karina squeal as she explode, squirting... Vlad's fucked her through her orgasm making it more sensitive and stimulating until he reached his own peak and release it inside of her womb.

"I'M CUMMING INSIDE OF YOU, SLUT!!!"

"YEEEES PLEASE FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME." Karina said while still overstimulated, and felt a surge of liquid in her womb. "HEHE-HE, I can feel you cum inside of me, it's warm... I want it everyday, i want to be fucked silly by you... Sir.. please, can you please continue using me?" She said while caressing her underbelly that is noticeably bulging due to Vlad's massive load.

"Of course, fucking dumb whore... you are mine now. I'm going to use you whenever I want to." He said while pulling out watching his obscene amount of cum pour out of Karina's now loose pussy.

She smiled, “Yes, I'm a dumb whore, thank you for putting me in my place, Sir. Please keep reminding me with your massive cock...” Karina stares at Vlad with such submissiveness as if she's been bewitched by him...

Vlad left Karina in his study to rest, since she's worn out even with just one session with him. Even if he claims that he'll use her which is the truth, he's not a total scumbag that he will not look out for her well being. He then decided to go to his firing range to let off steam, Karina is a lucky one, he showed mercy to her since she's half drunk when she went to see him...

When he arrived, he was welcomed by a small petite figure rummaging his armory... "What are you doing here?" he said.

A/N: A short update... Oh wait, all my works are short... Anyways, enjoy this short piece.

[kingkat12]

quickie (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, piv sex, party sex, semi-public sex, established relationship, drunk-ish sex, Roman is shameless and drunk lol, alcohol mentions

summary: Roman can't keep his hands off you-- no matter where you are.

word count: 1,581

It was hard to fight Roman’s grip around me, especially since he towered heads above me— I knew it was a lost cause. 

However, I was pissed. Pissed about how he had behaved at tonight's party, and how he had managed to get so drunk that he was grabbing at me at every opportunity. “Rome,” I huffed, putting my hands on his chest to force some space between us after he had managed to get us both into the bathroom.

Roman, drunk off his ass, did his best to keep his balance. He swayed a little, looking down at me with those hungry eyes I knew too well; “What? I can’t touch my girl?”

“Not here!” When I was sure he wouldn’t fall onto the bathroom floor, I quickly ran over to the door to lock it properly. “We’re at Letha’s birthday party, can’t you keep yourself together?” Amid my annoyance, I scanned him; all dressed up in his white shirt, hair gelled back into a classic heartbreaker look. I couldn't deny it all made my heart beat faster.

Hiccuping, Roman blinked twice— he clearly saw no issue with having sex at his cousin’s party. “Why should I?” He stepped towards me, watching me press myself up against the door. “We haven’t been alone all week… Isn’t this just the perfect opportunity?”

I struggled to hold back a shiver. It was tempting, sure, but completely inappropriate. “I’m not having sex with you in a bathroom,” I mumbled, no longer meeting his strikingly green gaze. “Makes me feel cheap.”

“Cheap?” Roman’s arms snaked around me once more, his soft lips pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re looking at it all wrong.”

I did my best to phase out the strong smell of brandy coming from my boyfriend— I wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of him when he was drunk. “And how am I supposed to look at it, then?”

He hummed against my skin, his fingers tracing circles into the back of my short, red dress. “Think of it more like… I can’t wait another second to be with you,” Roman placed a kiss against my cheek, drawing forth a pink-ish blush. “I want to feel you around me despite where we are, isn't that a nice thought? I would want you even if we were at a fucking trash compound.”

I could only laugh— he probably didn’t catch how big of a turn-off that image actually was, especially in his drunk state. “That sounds unsanitary,”

Roman chuckled, leaving behind a wet mark against my jaw after kissing me there. I closed my eyes, letting my head loll back against the door as I relished in the feeling; I had certainly missed this. 

“I don’t care,” he eventually said, one hand trailing up to twist itself in the nape of my hair. With another tug, evoking a whimper, Roman kissed his way up to my ear, leaving me heaving for air— it reminded me that he could leave me breathless, no matter the situation. 

I had to swallow my pride, realizing that his little scheme was working. “Someone could— hear,” Unexpectedly, my hips bucked forward in the middle of my sentence as Roman pressed a ridiculously soft kiss against my ear. My hands gripped his shirt, panting. “And you’re— you’re drunk!”

Roman hummed, a sinister, low laugh escaping him. “Let…” His hands dropped, fingers dipping past the edge of my dress as he slowly pulled it up along my thighs. I shuddered, bringing his face into my hands as I watched his green eyes sparkle with lust. “Me…” The dress was now at my waist, Roman’s eyes hungrily scouring my underwear. He didn’t spend a lot of time looking (he had always been more of a do-er, anyways) before he leaned forward, pressing a kiss against my lower abdomen. My breath hitched as Roman bunched up my dress, digging his long digits into my waist as he licked a stripe up to my navel, listening to my whimpers as he held me back from squirming. “Fuck…” He came up shortly after, a satisfied smirk on display across his full lips as he pressed me flush against him, connecting us with a passionate, fiery kiss. As he pulled away, I realized how dizzy I was— and I was about to beg him to do it again, until he slowly turned me around to face the door. My eyes were wide as Roman’s last words were whispered against my ear; “… You.”

At this point, I was practically gelatin in his arms. I could only nod, struggling to breathe as Roman kissed down my exposed neck, now grinding the hardness of his cock up against my ass with a relieved sigh. “Is that a yes?” he whispered, gently driving his teeth into my shoulder.

I whimpered— I couldn’t fight it anymore. “Yeah,” 

“Oh, thank God,” Roman’s grip around me tightened, proceeding to press passionate nips and bites up my neck. “I’ve wanted you all night… All fucking night.”

I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. “Don’t remind me,”

Roman laughed, his hands taking in the softness of my skin against his rough ones before they traveled further down. “Now, now... Don’t get all sassy on me,” 

My eyes sprung wide open as his hands ghosted over my underwear, and I let out a wanton moan as his fingers brushed over my clit. “Sorry,” I tried, my apology quickly turning into a trail of profanities as he used two fingers to press down against me, rubbing me through my underwear as I leaned my forehead against the door in defeat. “Shit, shit—” 

Roman hummed into my shoulder, clearly happy with the results of his plot. “So, my girl likes to be touched now, hm?”

Fucker— he knew damn well. 

“Does she?” he teased, his tone only fueling the fire in my body. 

I could barely reply; my mind was dulled down by the feeling of Roman’s fingers rubbing tight, firm circles against my clit. 

He smirked, pressing several kisses against my shoulder. “Yes, she does,” 

Oh, Roman and his dirty mouth— I couldn’t take it. “We— We can’t be in here for too long,” I tried, panting into the wood of the door. “People will get, hah—suspicious.”

Thankfully, my boyfriend seemed to agree. “We’ll make it quick, then,” Roman wasted no time, a whine escaping my lips as his hands deserted the aching need between my legs. He hooked his fingers around my underwear, dragging it down and leaving it around my thighs before he reached for his zipper. 

“This is so stupid,” I mumbled, trying to catch my breath in the meantime. “I can’t believe we’re doing this—” My words came to a halt as Roman’s thick cock eased into me, and I let out a choked moan as I tried to support myself against the door. All my morals suddenly flew out the window; this felt too good to fight.

Roman suppressed his sigh of relief against my shoulder, quickly recovering from the wave of pleasure upon entering me. “Come again?” he teased, digging his fingers into my hips as he slowly stroked further into me with each thrust. 

My breath hitched, holding back a cry of rapture as I moved to meet every pump of his cock—I couldn’t believe how much I had missed this. “Rome,” I cried, placing one hand over his. “A-Aah—”

“Shh,” Roman pressed soft kisses against my neck, bucking into me. “Not so loud, baby… Wouldn’t want anyone to hear, would we?”

Crap— I had to force myself to be aware of my surroundings. It suddenly hit me that we were fucking in Letha’s bathroom, and how we definitely didn’t want to be caught in here; no one would ever let me live that down. So I bit down on my bottom lip, letting my lids fall heavy over my eyes as Roman’s cock stroked into me, the angle allowing him to brush against my sweet spot over and over.

It didn’t take long before I started to feel on the brink of delirium—it certainly didn’t help my state when Roman reached around my body, rubbing my clit with the rhythm of his thrusts. I couldn’t help but turn a bit, reaching forward to tug his brown hair, a satisfaction building deep inside of me as I heard him suppress a moan against my shoulder. 

It didn’t take long before Roman’s lips came crashing against mine in a passionate kiss, which soon enough ended up with the both of us panting against one another, chasing our highs. 

“You feel—Fuck, you feel so, so—” Roman let out a grunt as my walls clenched around him, his green eyes rolling back just slightly. 

The sight of that alone nearly sent me over the edge, but it was the sweet kiss he pressed against my temples that did it for me. That, along with the continuous thrusts of Roman’s cock and the firm circles against my clit, made me cry out against the door. 

The physical motions of my orgasm gripped around Roman’s girth, drawing forth a moan as he spilled into me, the warmth of his cum almost instantaneously seeping out of me. 

As our panting filled the room, it dawned on me that I had done the exact opposite of what I had told myself tonight. With that realization, I couldn’t help but break our moment of rapture with a giggle—“We’re so doing this again,” 

Roman smiled as he leaned down, leaving a trail of eager kisses along my shoulder; “We so are,”

[lecl3rcw]

Omg love the idea!! I’m thinking she surprises him at the silverstone gp? Like his mum brought her to come see him and she runs down the paddock to him and he spots her and crouches down and showers her in kisses and its just all fluff😭 She gets introduced to drivers, being a little shy, but opens up to one specifically? So cute!! Maybe shes like 5/6?

STARSTRUCK | LANDO NORRIS

Pairings: Lando Norris x sister!reader

Summary: Lando’s younger sister surprises him at the silverstone gp!

Warnings: I don’t really think there are any loll.

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“So Lando, how does it feel to be racing at your home grandprix” Lissie asks,

“I’m very excited, the support that I get at silverstone is unlike any others and I have my whole family here to watch me, well not my whole family, my younger sister Y/N will be missing but yes I’m excited to see what the race holds for me” Lando says, his smile widening at the mention of his younger sister.

“Wonderful! Good luck for the race” she says as he walks away waving at the fans. Little did he know, his family had a surprise planned for him.

As Lando walks in the garage, he spots his family, their backs were turned to him but he could spot her pigtails from miles away. When the girl turned around she immediately let out a squeal as she forcefully freed herself from her father’s grip to embrace her older brother.

“Y/N!!” He says lifting the girl up into the air, a giggle escapes her as her arms cage around his neck, her body resting on his hip. “I missed you so much” he says nuzzling her cheek with his nose, “I missed you too!!” she says tightening her arms around him.

“We just wanted to surprise you, Y/N missed you a lot” Adam says as he squishes his little girl’s cheeks to which she giggles at. Lando interacted with the rest of the family with his sister still resting at his hip. The little girl had always been on the shyer side and everyone around her knew that.

“Do you want to go meet the other drivers Y/N?” Lando asks her, her eyes immediately brightened up, “Yeah!” She says, he chuckles as he kisses her cheek.

Lando carried the young girl out of the hospitality and into the very lively paddock, it was the first time her family brought her to the paddock so it was natural for the young girl to feel overwhelmed by all the people, and the loud clicking of the cameras.

“Hey mate” someone calls out to Lando, as he turns around he sees Carlos, “Hey Daniel!” He responds as the girl shyly waves at the older man. He chuckles as he pinches her cheek, “and who’s this cutie here?” He asks him, “this is my youngest sister, Y/N” he says, a smile adorning his face, any one could see the love he held for his baby sister.

“Hey Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you!” Daniel exclaims, the girl shyly burries her face in her brother’s neck making both the men chuckle,

Soon enough a bunch of drivers had gathered around her, but she was in search of one driver, and once she spotted him, she screamed his name out.

“Lano! Look it’s Carlos” she pointed at him, Y/N has always been fond of Carlos considering he’s the only driver she’s met before. “Yeah it’s Carlos!” He says as he takes the eager girl to meet her second (1st) favorite driver.

“Hey Y/Nie!” Carlos says as he immediately takes the girl from Lando’s hold, “oh my, you’ve grown so big” he coos rocking the girl back and forth which made her giggle.

“I played golf” she says pridefully thinking back to the time when she saw her brother and Carlos playing golf, which made her want to play.

“I’m so proud of you! You’re better than Lando I’m sure” He whispers in her ear which makes her giggle, Carlos decides to play mind games on Lando, so he looks at Lando and whispers something in the little girls ears to chick she giggles again and nods.

“Ok Carlos that’s enough, give me my sister back” Lando says rolling his eyes, Carlos chuckles before transferring the girl back Into her brother’s arms, “remember what I said Y/Nie, good luck today Lando” He days before walking away to his hospitality.

“What’d he tell you Y/N?”

“I’m not telling”

“Oh cmon you little traitor”

“Nope”

“I’ll give you a strawberry macaroon”

“…..Fine”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Bundle

@jegulus-microfic July 25, Word count 942

Previous part First part

Barty and Evan were fast as cobras, slamming the cards down so quickly that half the time James couldn’t see what card had been put down before it was covered up. This resulted in Evan and Barty winning the first few rounds. James was just glad he’d eaten so much at dinner so there was something to soak up the alcohol, but looking at how these guys played he was going to get plastered. 

Regulus put a hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze. 

“You can stay over if you like. I’m staying, and I think you’re about to get very drunk,” He snickered quietly at the last bit. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with that? I don’t want to impose.” James had already decided to call a taxi when the evening was over. He didn't want to drive and the walk was too long, especially when inebriated. 

“Yeah, go for it, it’s no problem,” Evan told him while he refilled the glasses. 

“We’re only going to sleep, James. Believe me, once I’ve finished wiping the floor with you all, you won’t be fit for much else.” Regulus smirked at him.

“Those are pretty big words for someone who’s not won a round yet,” Barty said, picking up the large stack of cards that he’d won and letting them drop slowly into his other hand. 

“Yeah, Reg. Your piles looking pretty slim,” Evan grinned at him and fanned himself with a stack that rivalled Barty’s. Regulus kept his face neutral. 

“Care to make a wager?” Regulus asked, buffing his nails against his shirt before blowing imaginary dust from them. Evan and Barty had a silent conversation before they nodded simultaneously. 

“Let’s hear it then,” Barty said, waiting for Regulus’s bet.

“If I win, James and I get your master suite.” James gulped. He hadn’t been expecting that. 

“And if one of us wins?” Evan questioned. 

“If either of you win I’ll finally agree to that threesome you’ve been pestering me about.” James’s eyes flew to Regulus. It wasn’t like they were seeing each other, and Regulus had every right to do as he wanted, with who he wanted and James had no say in that, but he thought he might be more discreet about it. 

“Deal,” Evan and Barty chorused, shaking Regulus’s hands. 

“And if I win, you’re all getting makeovers,” Pandora chirped in. 

“Deal,” All four of them agreed, making her smile widely. 

“Let the real game begin,” Barty grinned, setting the starter card on the floor in front of them. 

It was absolute chaos. Pandora was out pretty quickly, but she continued to take a shot at the end of each round. James followed soon after. He just wasn’t quick enough, the others had clearly played a lot to get this good. The piles each player held grew and shrunk as the rounds went on until Regulus’s pile was substantially larger. 

The next out was Evan, as he put down his last card and the next didn’t match. It was between Regulus and Barty now. The bottle of Vodka was nearly empty and James was struggling to keep up with the game. 

He’d nodded off, his head lolling back onto the sofa when a cheer rang out around the room and someone shouted. 

“Damn it!” James wrenched his eyes open and found Regulus squatting before him holding out a hand. 

“Come on, sunshine, the master bedroom awaits,” James helped him get him to his feet. 

“Night lads!” James said loudly, waving at them wildly. 

The bed was huge, with four tall posts and emerald curtains the entire way around. 

“The bathrooms over there,” Regulus said, pointing at the door to the en suite. “I’ll go get you a toothbrush if you wait a second.” Regulus left the room and James was alone. He quickly nipped into the bathroom and relieved himself. He was just drying his hands when Regulus returned with a new toothbrush. 

James was a bit unsteady, the vodka making itself better known now that he was standing. The toothbrush slipped from his mouth a few times, leaving foamy white trails around his lips. 

“Why so Sirius?” He joked at his reflection.

“Oh, Lord, did you really just say that?” Regulus groaned from the doorway. James squealed in fright, having forgotten that Regulus was even there. “Here,” Regulus said, once James had calmed down. He tossed a bundle of clothes at him. “They’re Barty’s, hopefully, they'll fit you. He’s never worn them. His mum insists on sending him pyjamas every Christmas.” He said as James unrolled the pyjama set and began stripping. ��Merde,” Regulus gasped when James’s shirt fell to the floor. He disappeared before James could make a start on his belt buckle. 

James tried to get the pyjamas on but Barty, while around the same height, was of a much slimmer build and James couldn’t get the shirt to button or the pants to pull up past his thighs. 

Regulus came running in when he heard the loud bang. James had toppled over while trying to pull the pyjama pants back off. He’d landed quite heavily on his rump against the cold tiles. 

“I’m good,” He held his hand up. James wiggled out the pants and put his underwear back on. They’d have to do. He was too tired to do anything else. He shrugged off the shirt as well and hauled himself to his feet, leaving the discarded clothes on the floor and stumbling past Regulus towards the huge bed. He collapsed on it, falling asleep as his head hit the pillow. He didn’t even feel the bed dip as Regulus joined him.

Next part

[w2soneshots]

omgg i’d love to see like youtuber!reader and bach, maybe like a silly little q&a? or even one of those cute but kinda cringe couple challenges from like 2010 loll ( like the chapstick challenge or smth ). obviously don’t feel pressured to write this if you don’t want to!! love ur work btw 🩷

Q&A -Italian Bach

words: 0.7k+

warnings: suggestive content.

summary: you and Bach answer his fans weird and funny questions about your relationship.

notes: hello lovely!💗 Thank you so much for your request (I apologise for posting it so late🙈). This was actually so much fun to write and it’s also my first fic for Italian Bach, hehe. I hope you enjoy!!✨🫶🏼

"Hello m' lady," Isaac greeted me at his apartment door, stepping aside to let me in. I giggled before softly pecking him on the lips.

We were both quite new to the whole youtuber thing just eight months ago. We met through a friend and decided to film a video together. The fans started shipping us, as they do, and something else ended up blossoming between us.

"Ready to film?" I asked, after we'd spent a little while chatting on his sofa. "Yup!" He jumped up and then reached for my hands to pull me up and off the couch.

He brought another chair into the spare bedroom so we could both sit at his desk, then he turned the camera on and we got started.

"Hello, my little gremlins," he began in a strange voice, I didn't bat an eyelid since I was fully used to his antics. "Today I have my girlfriend here to answer some of your questions. So get comfy and maybe get some popcorn or something."

I shuffled in the chair as he pulled out his phone. "Okay... Jacob asked, do you guys fuc-" he faked a gasp and I raised my eyebrows. "Jacob that is absolutely disgusting, you little virgin man... ew, but the answer to your question is yes. Anything to say on the matter y/n?" I breathed out a laugh. "Nope. I think you covered all bases."

"Next! Lillian, ah... can never trust a Lillian," I furrowed my brows. "What why?" "I have my reasons. Okay, she asked when did you realise you loved y/n?" "Aw, that's cute!" I smiled.

"Umm... probably when I got some of that poosay!" "Isaac!" I playfully slapped his arm. "No no, I'm joking! It was after we'd just finished filming a video and we ordered dinner and I realised that even the boring, simple things I always enjoyed doing it if it was with you."

"Oh my god, that was actually such a sweet answer, the tiktok editors are gonna eat that up." He chuckled as he knew I was right.

"Do you wanna read this one?" He asked. I nodded and took the phone. "Wolfman57 asked when we want kids," my eyes widened as I read the message. "First of all, I love your username, secondly that's a big question to ask, wolfman." Bach stated.

"Why don't we get back to you in a few years?" I opted. "Yes, we shall do that," Isaac seconded. "Moving on... oh lord, Sam asked, what's the biggest animal you think you could fit up your ass?" "Woah Sam, that's crazy," Bach grimaced.

"Why don't you take the phone back?" I said and he quickly took it. "I'm sorry your eyes had to witness that my love," he joked.

After quite a few interesting questions we were onto the last one. I leaned my head on Isaac's shoulder so that I could see the phone. "Okay... finally, Laura asked, what's our favourite thing about each other?"

"Ooo, I like this!" I grinned. "My favourite thing about you is your ability to find the good in any situation. Though an honourable mention is that fat ass," he answered.

I scoffed. "That was sweet and you know what... I'll take it. Okay, now yours, my kind sir, would be your funny little jokes and the way they make me belly laugh. Along with the mullet," I smirked as I ran my hand over the back of his hair.

"Thank you for watching till the end, obviously y/n will be back soon so put any requests of things you want to see us film in the comments!" "Nothing dirty," I added. Bach chuckled before turning the camera off.

"That was perfect." "You're perfect, now let's go get some lunch," he responded, standing. "You know... if we order something, that usually takes like twenty minutes to come..." "ah... what do you suggest we do while we wait ma'am?" "I don't know, a lot can be accomplished in twenty minutes," I replied with a cheeky smile.

In and instant he'd grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder. I let out a shriek and giggled as he ran with me into our bedroom.

[polakina]

waking up with them

call of duty headcanons #10

hc masterlist // masterlist

as an avid alice in borderlands fan...i need season 3 now. i can only watch the first two seasons before i start losing my mind about what will come in the next season

rating: explicit

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usually the one to wake up first

he's up and about by the time you've even opened your eyes

more often than not, you wake up alone, his side of the bed cold from how long has passed

but sometimes when he doesn't feel like getting out of bed so early, he likes to lay with you

he'll pull you into his body, wrapping his arms around you

big cuddler

is basically a self heated pillow at this point

bear hugs you and warms you up in seconds

loves mornings like this

his work pulls him away from you a lot, and he usually sleeps in the office in some other country, so these mornings with you are the best he could ask for

kisses your face to wake you up, his beard scratching along your cheek and tickling your skin, making you smile

nsfw (minors LEAVE)

since he's awake before you, he finds new ways to wake you up

but his all time favourite is being between your legs

it was something the two of you had discussed a while ago, and since the first time he'd tried it, he'd fucking loved it

most mornings you woke up dazed, your mouth slightly agape, moans already falling from your lips

you could never see him at first, but you felt him

under the covers, his arms wrapped around your thigh, his tongue lolling and rolling over your swollen clit, dipping the tip of his tongue inside your soaked pussy to tease you awake

he smiled against your thigh as he felt your legs close around him, trapping his head

in your half asleep state, you curled your fingers around his hair, pulling his head closer to where you wanted him

"john," you moaned sleepily

he loved your voice when you'd just woken up

your words came out slower and your tone was lower, your voice deeper

he fucking loved it

"morning, baby," he smiled, licking a stripe through your folds

you'd try to pull him up towards you, but he stayed rooted where he was

"not yet, love," he protested firmly. "gotta finish what i started, don't i?"

you both usually wake up at the same time

you sleep next to eachother, often facing away from eachother

it gets too warm when you sleep in his arms, so you sleep back to back, still touching, but not to the point where you're overheating

but if he wakes up before you, he'll roll onto his side, facing you

likes to lie there in blissful silence, his fingers tracing patterns over your bare skin as you sleep softly

he doesn't have to worry about anything when he's with you, so he can take his time

bask in the moment, so to speak

likes to see you wake up, puffy red eyes, a disorientated gaze as you roll over to say good morning

loves when you roll into his arms, nestling your face into his neck, kissing softly at his skin

he could lie there all morning with you, your leg thrown over his waist, feeling your heart beat softly against his chest, your breaths tickling his neck, his arms curled around your soft, warm body

nsfw (minors LEAVE)

his arms liked to hold you close, so his hands could wander

all up and down your body, his fingertips grazing the hem of your shirt, teasing the lining of your underwear

you knew exactly what he was doing

he did it every time. tease you until you gave into his desires, which so happened to be the same as yours

he'd pull you onto his lap, smiling as your weight sank into him, your sleepy body unable to hold itself up

he kissed your shoulder, his large hands kneading your ass

"come on, baby. please. let me-"

"yes," you breathed, lifting your hips to assist him as his hands

he was always needier in the morning

he liked feeling vulnerable around you, being close to you, cuddly with you

you sank onto his cock so easily in the morning

turns out you were just as needy as he was

simon's big into cock warming

he'd happily let you lie there for ages, unmoving

loves hearing you whine when you beg for him to move, even just an inch, so you can feel that pang of pleasure, just for a moment

sometimes, if he felt generous, he'd cup your ass in his hands, rocking you back and forth on his cock slowly

everything was slower in the morning, like you had all the time in the world

to him, it felt more intimate, more loving when it was in the morning

there is no way in hell he's awake before you

you could get up, shower, go for a mile long walk, have a whole shift at your job before he ever woke up unless you forced him awake

and on that note, nothing can wake him up

not an alarm, not cars beeping outside, not even pots and pans banging around in the kitchen downstairs

you have to physically go in and wake him up

sometimes you think he does this on purpose, so he has an excuse to drag you back into the bed with him

often times when you wake up, you've ended up with all the blankets bunched around your body after he's pushed the blankets off himself when getting too warm in the middle of the night

loves waking up next to you, but when you're not there, he will lie there until you eventually come into the room

that's when he pulls you onto the bed, rolling himself on top of you so you couldn't move

wraps his arms around your back so they're caged between your body and the mattress

that's how he lies for at least ten minutes before you manage to push him off and get both your day's started

nsfw (minors LEAVE)

rock fucking solid in the morning

especially when you went to wake him up

the first twenty minutes were spent adjusting to the light in the room, the next twenty were spent waiting for his dick to calm down

if you were still in bed with him, he'd pull you against him so your back was against his chest

you were more than likely already awake and could feel his cock pressing against your ass

"johnny, it's like...eight in the morning. how are you hard right now?"

"how can i not be, when you look so pretty laying there"

he'd kiss the back of your neck, snaking an arm around your waist as his fingers trailed lower under the waistband of your sleep shorts

there was no rush, no pressure, no performance to make in the mornings

just slow, sensual, gentle touches and kisses

he'd pull you closer against him as his fingers slipped inside you, basking in the moans that filled the room while he slowly grinded his cock against your ass

when it reached a point where he couldn't stop, and where you didn't want him to, he was fully awake and already positioned behind you

the man couldn't last long in the morning, and his thrusts were always slower, but hard, painfully satisfying

his body weight would sink onto you, not too much to crush you, but your skin was constantly touching, your bodies moulding into one

"fuck, lass, couldn't imagine a better way to spend a morning"

not a morning person

hates it

claims to be up at dawn for a morning run to his friends, but is actually sleeping in because "it's too cold to get out of bed yet"

will curl up in bed and refuse to leave, rolling over and ignoring you, even if you throw a pillow at you

will just throw it back in protest

when you're both awake, still in bed, likes to talk about the stupidest things

you know that whole "would you still love me if i was a worm" thing? yeah that's the kind of conversations you have every morning

likes to try and compromise into staying in bed longer

will literally act like a child sometimes

"baby, i will give you a back massage every night for a whole fucking month if you give me fifteen minutes"

you were up a lot sooner than him more times than not, getting your morning routine done before he'd rolled out of bed

he snored loudly, so loud you could hear him through walls

loved when you climbed back into bed for a cuddle before you managed to pry him away from the mattress

nsfw (minors LEAVE)

his compromises were certainly convincing in the morning

especially with the addition of his gravelly voice and dazed smile as his body adjusted

"morning, beautiful"

"gaz, it's nearly afternoon at this point. will you come downstairs?"

he liked to beckon you closer, claiming he couldn't hear you from the other side of the room

he liked to grab the backs of your thighs as you stood beside him next to the bed, looking down at him

that was it was easier for him to pull you on top of him

"i'll come downstairs, i promise. but i want you to come here for a second"

you'd always roll you eyes, but you never said no. so you'd climb into his lap

was needy in the morning. loved to kiss you and touch you

his kisses were softer, more lucid than during the day or the pecks he gave you when passing by

but his favourite was when you'd shuffle up, with his help of course, he'd guide you

"what are you doing?" you'd ask, whispering softly

"making up for a lost morning"

he'd seat you on his face, caging your thighs on either side of his head with his strong arms, not letting up until you'd came

it was his favourite thing to do in the morning, and lucky for you, you fucking loved it

[akarisandraws]

What's your big opinion on every Sonic character don't skip any detail

Dude, do you know how many sonic characters are there?

Like a lot. So im gonna keep it on the main ones LOLL

Maybe i'll add to this tho. We'll see.

HERE WE GO!!

Sonic: He's my favourite character of all times! Such a funky fella. I love his way of thinking, (as in everyone deserves second chances and freedom is important) and of acting, with the whole attitude. He gives me a sense of freedom that i haven't felt from any other media at all! Its quite impressive honestly. I could write pages upon pages on how Sonic as a character is like the peak of literature in my eyes, but this post would get way too long. In summary tho, i like almost every aspect of Sonic the Character.

Tails: The baby! I also really love tails! I think his role as a sideckick is very endearing, and is a great balance to sonic in all possible ways. One problem with modern Tails, though. He's portrayed as a coward. And like??? That's not who he is?? Like C'mon sega.

Knuckles: He don't chuckle!! Final part of team Sonic, and Sonic's first rival! I really like the knucklehead. But as is the norm, Sega screwed him up badly on Boom. I despise that they're supposed to be the same Knuckles. Because they're not. I like Boom Knuckles, as his own character, but granted, Boom is an acquired taste.

Amy: Honorary part of team sonic! I love her! Mostly on the IDW Comics. I think they handle her excellently in there. I know that Amy is a hated character by the fanbase because most say that her only purpose is to be the "girl character love interest" and i can agree up to some point in some games, but in IDW she's sooo much better. We stan IDW Sonic.

Shadow: Yet another case of Sega making character assassination. Shadow's like, one of the most complex sonic characters there are, If not THE most complex one. And i love that! Though im very sad that Sega hasn't been able to replicate that SA2 Magic quite as well. Will SonicXShadow (heh) give him justice? Stay tuned.

Rouge: MY GIRL!! Ok so controversial opinion, Rouge's my second favourite sonic character, just because i think its hilarious that she (once) was the leader of team Dark. So She commanded a killing machine and An alien experiment. What a girlboss! 10/10 Character.

Omega: Gotta be honest, not much of an omega fan. But i really like his dynamic w/Rouge and Shadow. It's pretty sweet that they become friens :)

Cream: The other baby! I think she's the sweetest character. Like fr. I really want to see her more often on the games! Though i get why in recent games she hasn't appeared. Suddenly the adventures got way too serious. Still want her back in the games though!

Blaze: Fire princess! I fr am so salty that she isn't as much in the games. Like, what gives? She's such a successful character (With good reason btw) and you arent like, putting her in the stage?? outrageous. But yeah, i really Like Blaze. Her contrast and similarities with sonic are great! They make a great duo too.

Silver: The sweetest most unhinged boi in the sonic canon. I find it very funny that in his first appearance he was all angsty and stuff, but now he's full on optimism and sunshine. I love the juxtaposition on that behalf. Boi is cute but he can mess you up.

The Chaotix: Oh i love the found family trope. Espio's my fave for sure. He's the funny ninja, what else do you want? Though Vector and Charmy are great too. Vector has such a cool ass dad vibe. And Charmy... is Charmy. if yk yk.

AAAAND I think i'll leave it there. Should i include someone else? lmk.

Thanks for the ask!

-Akari

[thehermitsaltar]

Kurt Kunkle x male reader

Where he kidnaps the reader & has been stalking him online.

+ forces reader to wear a collar with his name on it

Maybe consensual sex later on because reader is really into it?

Tied up kink, marking kink.

A/n: This is the best request ever<3333 this request was so good that I had to do it immediately

Kurt Kunkle x Male reader

Warning: Smut, sort of dubious but everything is consensual.

All it took was looking away for just one second. Looking away from your mixed drink, coming back to it, unaware of what happened and what was stirring inside it. You downed the rest of the alcoholic drink in one gulp, your throat burning as your cup empties.

Your skin started to tingle and your vision became fuzzy and unfocused. You couldn't keep your thoughts straight, only feeling your skin heat up and the need for air rising above the haze. Pushing your way toward the door on clumsy feet before tripping on something. That's when it all went black. You don't even remember falling, or maybe you didn't fall?

You woke up and every muscle in your body felt too heavy to move, even opening your eyelids seemed like a challenge. Instead of looking, you focused on what you felt. Wrists pulled behind your back, tied together with metal handcuffs that dug painfully into your skin. You tried to shift out of the binds only to find them too tight, and now you realized you were tired to a chair, and you weren't alone.

You froze when you heard frustrated mumbling in the room and someone moving around, the sound of feet and things shifting heard around you. You couldn't help the groan bubble up in your throat at the dull ache becoming present in your joints.

"Sh-shit." The person mumbled before they stood in front of you. Finally fluttering your eyes open, cringing at the bright light, trying to adjust. "You're awake." The voice spoke again, a hint of relief in his sigh. Your vision focused on the floppy haired brunet in front of you. He was scrawny, and tall, considering the way he hunched over to be a few inches from your face.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything but all that came out was a soft rasp, throat dry and sore. Swallowing and trying again with better success. "Who are you?"

The man's face scrunched up before it cleared into a wide grin. "Im-im Kurt. I'm your biggest fan!"

Your face must have matched your confusion by the way Kurt giggled and leaned a little closer, his nose brushing yours while your eyes almost went cross with how close he was.

"I've been watching you forever! Since you started YouTube, really. I comment and like all your videos and any post you make on social media. Maybe you recognize my username, 'Kurtsworld96'?"

Kurt shifted away, kneeling in front of you and peering up at you with his big brown eyes. The drugs thrumming through your veins clouded all thinking, dulling the panic you should have been feeling. Only being able to focus on the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon and the stars.

"I've wanted to meet you for so long! We-we would be perfect collaborators- and- and I could take care of you!" Kurt leapt forward in excitement, missing the way you flinch backward slightly, jingling the cuffs around your hands. "And when you posted about going to Bobby's party- I mean it's fate really! I wasn't formally invited but me and Bobby are tight.." Kurt began to ramble and trail off, giving you a chance to glance around at your surroundings. It looked like you were in a bedroom. A desk sitting in the corner, posters littering the room and a mattress laying on the ground.

"I even got you a gift!" Kurt's voice snapped you back to reality, lolling your head to look down at him.

"What?" You mumble, watching him stand up and walk toward his desk, fiddling in the drawers before coming back. Standing in front of you with a hand behind his back. Kurt's free hand found your hair, gently grabbing it and guiding you to look up at him.

Kurt blushed at the way you looked at him, so pliant and malleable before him, lips parted and eyes glazed out.

"Pretty- pretty boy." He murmered to himself, chewing on his lip and removing his hand. Delighted when you keep looking up at him. He cleared his throat, revealing the 'present' from behind his back. It looked like a cheap dog collar made of blue plastic and black fabric, a small charm dangling from it.

Kurt rounds your chair, standing behind you and making you tense as his hands glide feather light along the side of your neck. He leaned down, whispering in your ear as he clicked the collar around your neck.

"I am not letting you go." His husky voice sent shivers down your spine, clouding your thoughts about how serious the situation really was. Only focusing on his breath fanning against your neck and his slim fingers playing with the charm on the collar. "You are mine."

You whimpered, struggling against the cuffs again, accidentally drawing Kurt to the bulge in your jeans. The alcohol and drugs in your system lowering your restraint but the attention was the nail in the coffin, pushing you over the edge of control and making your cock leak.

"F-fuck. You- you like that? Like being mine?" Surprise evident in Kurt's voice as his fingers trailed down your arms, hooking in the cuffs and tugging harshly to pull you impossibly closer to the chair, straining your shoulders and arms.

"Say it."

You chewed on your lip as you tried to sort through your thoughts only to whimper out a small 'please'.

Kurt pulled away completely, leaving you cold and missing his presence, shame flooding you at the thought of wanting the man who kidnapped you. Those thoughts left as soon as Kurt kneeled in front of you again, his face soft as he immediately started working on your too tight jeans. Finally ripping them down, along with your pre-cum strained boxers.

You pant and gasp when your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with a wet 'plap'. You whine and squirm in your seat, keeping your eyes trained on Kurt while his attention remains on your cock. Looking in awe and drinking in your bare skin before his eyes landed on your cock. His jaw dropped a little and he practically drooled at the sight of your drooling member inches away from his face. Kurt's hazy eyes flicked up to you, holding your gaze and shifting in his spot.

"Wanna worship you.." He leaned forward, placing a hesitant kiss on your calf, eyes never leaving your face, looking for any sign you didn't want this. "Wanna take care of you.." He placed another kiss higher, this time on your knee, the warmth of his lips making you whimper. "Wanna claim you." His final kiss was placed on your thigh, inches from your leaking cock that twitched at the contact.

"I'm yours."

Your own voice surprised you when you croaked out the words. You didn't have time to regret your words before Kurt let out a breath moan, diving in and leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your cock. You jerked your wrists, wanting nothing more than to tangle your fingers in Kurt's messy brown hair, huffing when you couldn't touch him.

"Fuck. Dreamed about this for so long." Kurt continued to press wet kisses along your cock, slicking it with his spit and your pre cum. His kisses turned into kitten licks, then into long, broad licks. "So pretty.. and sweet.. fuck, you taste amazing."

Your whines and moans go ignored, all of Kurt's attention focused on wetting your cock and tasting your salty pre-cum. His warm hand wrapped around your cock, jerking you off while his mouth sucked on your tip.

"K-kurt." You tried to pull his attention to you, trying to warn him of your orgasm that was approaching too fast.

Kurt moaned and pulled his mouth off of your cock, a line of spit connecting him to your tip. His hand sped up, thumb stroking the underside and swiping over the tip before sliding back down to the base. His half lidded eyes looked up at you while he laid his head on your thigh.

"Say my name again. Please baby." He pleaded up at you with a slight pout, his hand getting faster until your vision started to blur around the edges.

"Kurt!" A deep moan rumbled through your chest as your cock gave a final twitch before ropes of cum painted his hand and your chest. Your vision going white, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, drowning out all thoughts.

"Good boy." Kurt whispered. His hand slowing, moving to your thigh, stroking it affectionately. You panted out labored breaths as you started to come to, looking down at Kurt lazily, feeling your sensitive cock twitch when you notice your cum splattered in his hair and across the bridge of his nose. "Made such a mess.." Kurt mumbles idly before reaching around and undoing the cuffs from your wrists. Your arms fall limply at your side, too exhausted to move anymore.

Kurt stands, leveling his tented jeans with your face. You moan weakly, attempting to reach up and undo his belt before he grabs your wrists gently, pulling your hands to his mouth for a soft kiss.

"Can I- can I fuck you?"

You would have cringed at his awkwardness if it hadn't of been for your cock already getting hard again at the thought of him making good on his promise to claim you as his. You swallow, making eye contact with him before nodding.

"Yes."

The next few moments were a haze of Kurt helping you to his uncomfortable bed, clothes being shed and hungry hands exploring your body, committing every inch of skin to memory. It ended with you on your back and Kurt nestled deep in your neck, biting and sucking bruises into your skin.

He blindly scrambled for his bedside table, pulling out lube and a condom. "J-just tell me if it hurts." You give a short nod in return, preparing yourself before a cold, slick finger circles your rim. You chew in your lip and groan when he pushes his finger in, quickly getting used to the feeling and craving more.

By the time three of Kurt's fingers were pistoning in and out of you, you were close to your second orgasm of the night. Moaning and clawing down his pale back while he stayed glued to your now sore neck, determined to mark you.

"I-I can't wait any longer." Kurt whined, finally slipping his fingers free, rushing to slip on the condom and line himself up with your entrance. You gasped when he pushed his tip inside you, hands tightening on your hips so hard you were sure they would bruise.

Once Kurt began pushing in more, he couldn't stop, slipping in in one go and bottoming out with a deep groan.

"S-So t-tight-" Kurt gasped out, shivering and shuddering above you. "Perfect, so-o perfect." He gave you no time to adjust before he's rutting into you, sliding out only a little before slamming the rest of his length back in with a brutal thrust, punching the air from your lungs.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him from your raw neck to look down at you. His lips were shiny and red, eyes full of lust and need as you watched him lose himself in your tight ass. His thrusts grew deeper and harder until he was pulling out until just the tip was inside and slamming back in, brushing your prostate with every thrust, making your eyes roll back and high moans escape your throat.

"Fuck yes baby, Iloveyouiloveyouilove-" Kurt rushed out before cutting himself off with a loud moan as he spilled his seed into the condom. His body shook above you, whines and groans falling easily from his lips as his thrusts slowed to a slow roll of his hips inside you.

He finally collapsed on top of you, his body sweaty against yours. You sighed and peaked down, face and chest heating up when you notice you came again at some point, your cock soft and covered in cum.

The only sounds in the room were yours and Kurt's soft pants before his soft voice spoke up and he reached up to play with the charm on your collar again.

"It says 'Kurts'.

[operation-steal-chans-laptop]

Okay, hear me out,

Soft dom! Changbin who grabs you as soon as you step out of the shower with just your bathrobe covering you and takes you to the living room without giving you a chance to get dressed, all while softly kissing and caressing you, the usual nice and quiet evenings you guys spend together

Changbin who sits onto the couch first and then sits you down on his lap, your back against his chest as he finds the sensitive spot behind your ear and makes sure to give it extra attention while he softly grabs and caresses your tummy and its pillow soft rolls

Changbin who unties your robe and is so well aware of how sensitive your tits are for him and uses it to his full advantage to while he holds you firm with his other big strong arm in his lap while you get more squirmy and needy for him

Changbin who then feels up your folds and smirks at how wet he's gotten you within minutes, calling you his good, needy girl as he keeps going, watching you slowly go further deep into your subspace while rubs your wetness all around, with your head lolling back onto his shoulder

Changbin who calls your name out and tries to draw your attention to him to ask you to open your eyes but you're too far gone to hear him over your moans so he stops for a few seconds, just to slap your pretty cunt next and chuckles a little as he watches your eyes snap open and focus on his face. He then grabs your face while squishing both your cheeks and makes you look a little to your left, for you to finally look at the full-length mirror he got fixed next to the tv unit, as you watch his eyes viciously trained onto your cunt through the mirror

"I possibly could never get enough of how pretty you look in my hold like this, all vulnerable, fuzzy, and fucked out for me. Its only fair you get to have a look at yourself like this too princess"

~~~~~~~~~

Bruh the changbin brainrot is so fucking real my brain is mush rn because of this man

Also can I get an anon emote?

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!? Thank you for blessing me with this!!!!!!! I really don’t have much to add to it because practically perfect, but here’s what I can contribute to this masterpiece <3

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Your head rests on his shoulder, watching yourself in the mirror, admiring the way his hands grab hold of your waist and how his biceps flex as he helps you grind on him. You watch how his body rolls so fluidly up into yours and they way his grip tightens as he gets closer to release. Once again, your eyes begin to flutter shut. Changbin’s breathy grunts fanning your ear and sweet praises rolling off his tongue, “look how good you take it. I fit in you so well, don’t I baby? It’s like we’re meant for each other. Doing such a good job for me. So pretty” After a while, you can’t hear his praises anymore your pleasure all consuming as you near your high.

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Of course you can get an anon emote! Choose whatever one you’d like sweetheart <3

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Chapter 30: Me'dinuir (Second Chances - Hunter x reader)

Me'dinuir. v. to share, to give to each other

Chapter Summary: You and Hunter share the night together.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, here be smut; filth with feelings, slightly possessive Hunter, gn!reader so can be read as PiV or PiA, oral (m and gn receiving), nipple play (both receiving), some action outdoors, slight teasing, inebriated sex but they'd both give enthusiastic consent sober, confessions; if smut ain't your thing you can technically skip this chapter

Word Count: 3,278

a/n: jeezus I guess when I said 'slow burn' I fuckin' meant it. here we are folks, 100k+ words in and they finally get to fuck. I hope the buildup has been as worth it for y'all as it has been for me >:) I love these lovesick idiots. enjoy! &lt;3

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You nearly race to get home, arousal already beginning to pulse deep in your core. Hunter never lets go of your hand; electricity buzzes where his skin meets yours, static shocks of affection jumping between you when you turn to meet his darkened gaze. Tipsy or not, you can’t deny the overwhelming desire for the man beside you, the soul-deep need to connect with him in a way so intimate that you nearly become one. 

By the time you reach the courtyard, you’re panting and flushed, both from the near-sprint home and from the promise of Hunter’s lips on yours. It seems he’s just as affected. You don’t even make it to the front door; Hunter tugs your hand to spin you around, and presses your back against a nearby palm tree. Bracing himself with one arm above your head, he releases your hand to slide his around your waist and tug you closer. His eyes are pinpricks of light, barely shining in the moonlight that sends his hair cascading like dark silk toward you. 

Chests flush, you lick your lips. “What about the rule?” 

“D’you really care about it?” he asks, withdrawing a hairs’ breadth. 

“Kriff no,” you say. “Teasing.”

“Thank the Maker,” he murmurs.

And then his mouth is on yours. Feverish and intense, his lips move against yours in a frenzy of passion, making your head spin. Resting one hand on his toned waist, you card your fingers through his curls with your other.nHe tilts your head for better access, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. Arching into him, a pleasant shudder dances through your body, fanning the crackling flames of desire into a blaze. Groaning into your mouth, Hunter’s hand slips from your back to cup your ass, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. 

You gasp, need seizing your lungs. “Hunter.” 

“Shh,” he coos. “I’ve got you.” 

Nudging your face to the side with his nose, he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses across your cheek to your ear. He tugs your earlobe between his teeth, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. Nipples stiffening under the loose fabric of your tunic, you moan softly. Hunter continues downward, his lips suckling at the soft skin of your neck, sure to leave a trail of light hickeys. You couldn’t care less. 

As he laves attention to your sensitive skin, you scrape your nails lightly across his scalp. You’re rewarded with a deep groan. Grip on your ass tightening, Hunter pulls your hips flush against his own. You groan, head lolling to the side as he finds that patch of skin that drives you wild, and let him guide your hips in a slow roll over his clothed length. He’s hard already; the outline of him against your core feels big, and your mouth waters at the mere impression of its size. 

You guide his face back to yours to kiss him again; he parts under your tongue immediately, your wet appendages meeting and dancing together in a heated, desperate rhythm. Arousal courses through you, slick and hot, nearly as dizzying as the berrywine you’d drank. Kark, you need this man—tonight has been a long time in the making, every step on the journey to get here one you wouldn’t change, not if it means you’d always end up here, kissing like you’ll die if you stop. 

Hunter’s other hand finally caresses you, sliding down your back and over the curve of your ass, to hook under your knee. His other hand mirrors the action. In one smooth movement, he lifts you; you wrap your legs around him, arms securing around his neck, as he turns to carry you inside. 

He ducks through the front door, dipping you down so you don’t hit your head. Only once you’re over the threshold to your bedroom does he set you down. The bedrolls you’d spread out earlier await, a small lantern putting off faint, white light. Along one wall, the window facing the ocean remains partly open to catch the sea breeze. 

In the lantern light, Hunter’s eyes gleam. His gaze rakes over your body, and despite still being fully clothed, you feel exposed, bare to him. Goosebumps prickle along your arms. 

“Stars, I need you,” he murmurs. His tattooed hand cups your face. 

Leaning into his touch, you press a kiss to his palm. “I’m here. I’m yours.” 

His eyes darken. “Say it again.” 

Lips parting with a silent moan, you search his gaze and find the same desperate desire there that lingers under your skin. 

“I’m yours, Hunter.” 

He crashes his lips against yours once again. You cradle his face in both palms, delighting in the shiver of pleasure that skitters through you at the thought of feeling his stubble elsewhere on your body. Reaching up with one hand, you gently tug on his bandana;  it slides free with little resistance, and you toss it to the side. 

Hunter slips his hands beneath the hem of your tunic and undershirt; his skin is warm against yours, and you shudder. Eager, and wholly impatient, you wrench the offending garments over your head, letting them join the red scrap of fabric on the floor. 

Breaking away from your kiss, Hunter sighs in contentment. His gaze wanders your bare torso, leaving a trail of fire where you imagine his eyes alight. His hands aren’t far behind his eyes; his thumbs brush lightly over your stiff nipples, and you gasp. 

“Please,” you mumble. 

“Please what?” he says, looking up at you from beneath a curtain of dark curls. 

You shake your head, coherent thought trickling away by the second. “Just. Need you. Now.” 

“Lay down for me, mesh’la.” He helps you lower to the floor, the bedrolls doing little to shield from the chill of the wooden floors or from their stiffness, but you don’t care about that right now. As he kneels beside you, Hunter smooths his hands over your bare skin, down your front, to hook his thumbs in the waistband of your pants.

A silent question creases the furrow of his brow. You nod. He tugs the waistband down, and you angle your hips to help him slide your pants down. Shuffling to your feet, Hunter gently pulls your shoes from your feet before removing your pants altogether. Arousal aching in your core, you realize he’s left your underwear; more than that, you realize he’s still fully clothed. 

“Hunter,” you whine. “Undress for me.” 

“Patience, sweetheart.”

He obliges, though, at least partly. Once he yanks his green shirt off, he crawls up your body, his toned muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin. A groan rips from you at the sight. All your time aboard the Marauder, and you’ve somehow managed to avoid seeing any of the boys even partially naked. As you suspected, Hunter’s tattoo covers the entirety of his left side, inked ribs and vertebrae standing in stark contrast to the rest of his skin. Ghosting your fingertips over the ink, you catalog the way he shudders when you reach his collarbone, the way his abs tense when you trail over his ribs, the way his lips part in a nearly silent whimper as you rake your nails over his pectoral. 

“Wanted this for so long,” you murmur. 

His eyes find yours. “Tell me.” 

You hum in thought. In reality, you’re not sure if you can pinpoint a specific instance, a moment frozen in time as the one where you knew. As you ponder it, Hunter’s gaze never wavers from yours as he lowers his mouth to your skin once again. He presses kisses to your chest and down your breastbone, before licking a stripe up to one of your nipples. He fans his warm breath over the bud, and you moan brokenly. 

“Tell me, cyare,” he repeats, “please.” 

You laugh breathlessly. “C-Can’t think when you’re doing—oh, doing that!” 

His lips seal around your nipple and his teeth graze over the sensitive little bud at your words. A smirk tugs at his features, and you can’t even be mad, because the pleasure shoots straight to your core. 

Then he pulls back, lifting himself on his knees and hands so none of him touches you. “That better?” 

“No,” you admit. Sucking in a deep breath, you finally answer his question: “You’ve always been attractive to me, but I think the moment I stopped wanting to fuck you and started wanting to make love with you was Quantxi.” 

A smile graces his features. “Would you like to know what moment it was for me?” 

Nerves flitter in your stomach, but you nod. 

“I’ve had feelings for you since Bescane,” he admits. “Started as a crush. Seeing you stand over my brother like that, protect him, even though you barely knew us, that...really did something to me.” 

You laugh, body flushing with a new kind of warmth. “When did it become serious?” 

He relaxes back down until his forehead rests against your breastbone, his hair tickling your skin. “Quantxi.” 

Gently caressing his jaw, you lift his face to meet your gaze. He offers you a small smile. For a long moment, the two of you stay there like that, staring into one another’s eyes. In your chest, in that strange little spot that’s always felt physically tethered to him, you feel something burst. 

You prop yourself up on one elbow and tug him up to you with your other hand. His kiss is soft, sweet; your heart squeezes in your chest. Before, you’d been rushing yourself, worried that if you didn’t do this as quickly as possible, the chance would slip away like smoke. But now, all you want is to take your time. To pick him apart at the seams, let him do the same to you, and retie yourselves with bits of one another’s threads. Pulling him flush to you, you hook one leg up around his hips to drag his length against your core. 

“F-Fuck,” you mutter. Nibbling at his neck, you set a languid pace, using your heel to encourage him to rock against you. The friction is delightful, sending zings of pleasure through your entire body. Hunter groans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, breathing coming in heavier gasps. 

“Feel good?” you ask. 

He nods. “Very.” 

“Let me make you feel even better,” you say. 

Rolling both of you, you straddle his hips, sitting up to catch your breath. Stars, the way he looks up at you like you hung the very stars themselves makes you melt. Gliding backward, you undo the clasp of his pants and remove them from his body much like what he’d done for you—but you’re sure to catch the waistband of his underwear, fully baring him to you. 

You moan shamelessly at the sight of his cock. Thick and tall, the flushed tip beads with precum and the entire length bobs gently in time with Hunter’s heartbeat. Mouth watering at the sight, you breathe through your nose. Take your time, you remind yourself. 

Starting at his ankle, you string kisses, licks, and nips up his toned calf to his thick, muscular thighs. Nestling yourself between his legs, you gently massage his thighs as you urge him to silently part his legs around you. 

“Cyare,” Hunter breathes. He sounds wrecked already, and you haven’t even touched him. 

“Relax,” you say with a smile. 

Impatient with yourself for teasing him this long, you lick a broad stripe up his stiff length from base to head. Hunter’s abs tense, his body bowing forward, as a moan punches out of him. You wrap your fingers around his cock and begin slowly jerking him off. You suckle at his head, teasing his frenulum with your pointed tongue, smirking at the way that he flops back on the bedroll. He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, groaning. 

“Fuck, you’re so- so good at that,” he whimpers. 

You hum around his tip in response. Taking him a bit further into your mouth, pride swells within you as he moans. One of his hands searches blindly for you, before resting on top of your head. Bobbing your head, you use your hand to reach the parts your mouth can’t. The more you suck him off, the more spit drools out of you, slicking your grip. Hunter writhes, shallowly thrusting his hips up into your mouth. In the cool night air, his own nipples have stiffened; you can’t resist the impulse to reach up with your free hand to tweak one of the pert buds. 

“Oh!” Hunter jerks his head up to meet your amused gaze. “D-Do that again, please.” 

Not one to deny him, you oblige, twisting his nipple lightly. Beneath your hand, his chest vibrates with a deep groan. His eyes fall to half-lidded, lips shiny and swollen from your earlier kisses. Desire pulses within you, hot and thick, desperate. 

Pulling off him with a wet pop, you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. “Good?” 

“‘Good’ doesn’t cut it,” he says with a breathless chuckle. “Let me return the favor.” 

“You don’t have—”

He presses one finger across your lips. “I want to.” 

Lowering you onto your back once again, he laves kisses down your front as he shuffles down. He pulls your underwear down, discarding the garment to be found later, then settles himself between your thighs much like you’d just been between his. Balanced on your elbows, you bite your bottom lip at the sight of him there. 

“Relax, cyare,” he urges. Then his mouth is on you. Bliss explodes through you; you hadn’t realized how much your arousal needed attention until this very moment, and now you never want it to end. Hunter’s mouth is warm and wet on your aching arousal, his ministrations doing little to bank the fire raging in your core. If anything, his actions stoke the flames higher. His lust-dark gaze never leaves yours. You twist your fingers through his hair, desperate to feel more of him. 

He reaches with one hand and presents two fingers to you. Wrapping your lips around the digits, you slick his fingers with your spit, moaning in pleasure as he settles into a rhythm that has a wire tightening within you. Hunter withdraws his fingers and, never ceasing the pleasure his mouth brings, gently presses his spit-wet digits into your tight heat. You hiss at the intrusion (it’s been far too long, you think to yourself), but the momentary pain fades when he crooks his fingers against your walls. 

“H-Hunter,” you gasp out. “Hunter, fuck, don’t stop.” 

He hums against your heated core, the sound vibrating through you. Chest rising and falling with each rapid breath you heave, that wire in your core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. 

Hunter pulls back at the last possible moment. With a frustrated, aroused groan, you slump back against the bedroll. Sweat dews your skin, and lust simmers deep in your core. Above you, Hunter spits into his hand, slicking his cock. 

He looks like a god. A fine sheen of sweat coating his body, his muscles flex and ripple with each jerk of his length, his dark curls sticking to his forehead. The ink of his tattoo casts his left side into deeper shadow, but you know the spark of light, love, and life that burns within him. Your heart stutters when he grins at you, adoration sparkling in his eyes. 

“Ready, sweetheart?” he asks.

You nod. “Please.” 

With some shuffling, you catch your legs behind your knees to spread them for him. He rests the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, and then, meeting your eyes once again, slowly pushes into you. 

Your world narrows to Hunter’s gaze and the pressure in your core. Breath hitching, a moan spills from you as he splits you open. He groans your name, your real name, in quiet, heated pleasure; you shiver at the sound of your name falling from his lips. He grips one of your hips, pushing himself in and tugging you down onto his length until he’s fully seated within you. Chest heaving with labored breaths, Hunter’s nostrils flare as he fights to keep his composure. 

Pleasure burns in your core, sharper and sweeter than before. Reaching for him, you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace as he lowers into a classic missionary pose. The change in angle presses him just a bit deeper; you choke over a moan as his cock nestles against the bundle of nerves in your walls. Stars burst behind your eyes. 

“Please,” you whimper, “make love to me, Hunter.” 

“Stars, yes,” he whispers. 

He thrusts into you slow and deep, unhurried, languid. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together to drive him deeper. Every rock of his hips makes both of you moan and gasp, pleasure squeezing your lungs and heart. Folded over you like he is, the friction of his body and the press of his cock within you draws that wire tight once again. Keening low in your throat, you tighten your grip around him. 

“Gonna make me cum,” you mumble. 

“Good,” he nearly growls. “Want you to fall apart for me.”

“Whatever you want, my love,” you whisper. 

He drives his cock into you a little harder at your promise. Moans punch from your chest with every thrust. Hunter adjusts his grip on you, grabbing your ass to give him better leverage. Whining, you scrape your nails down his back, arching into him as the pleasure in your core winds ever tighter. 

And then that wire snaps without warning. Your body stiffens, pleasure flooding every nerve ending. You’ve never felt this good before, never felt so full, so close to someone—and you’re so glad it’s Hunter making you feel this way. For his part, Hunter moans brokenly against your ear, thrusting one, two, three more times before stilling within you. His cock pulses with his own orgasm, his warmth filling you.

It takes a long moment, but eventually you come back down, panting, bodies stuck together from sweat. He trembles in your embrace, and you rub circles into his back, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear until he stops shaking. 

When he raises his head, his face is streaked with tears. Alarm trills through you.

“Maker, are you okay!?” you ask. Wiping his tears, you turn his face side to side. “What happened?” 

“I’m fine,” he says with a thick laugh. “Just—” Your full name falls from his lips again like a prayer. “I love you.” 

Concern cools in your bones, solidifying into ice that shatters just a moment later as your brain computes what he just said. The pair of you remain frozen. Lips parted in surprise, you can’t help the shuddering breath that escapes you, your own tears welling up. 

“Hunter—”

“You don’t have to say it back,” he says quickly. “It—I—I needed to say it.” 

Cupping the back of his head, you pull him down to meet your lips. This kiss is tender, soft and affirming. You try to pour all of your affection for this man into your actions, the press and pull of your mouth against his. When the kiss breaks, you don’t let him move more than a few inches away, tears thick in your eyelashes. 

“I love you, too.” You stroke his cheekbones. “Hunter, stars, I love you so much.” 

He buries his head into the crook of your neck again, his smile wide against your skin. “I-I don’t know what to say next.”

“Then don’t say anything,” you soothe. “Just stay here with me, like this.” 

“Always.”

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[spinupthepornograph]

cw: some robotgirl non-con/dub-con.

You take your robot girl's personality card out, and she goes ragdoll.

You clip it into the new adapter that just arrived from aliexpress, then dig through some drawers and pull out a few more personality cards, clicking them all into the slots. The whole assembly goes back into your robogirl's chassis, and you wait a moment for the diagnostic lights to turn green.

You pull out the remote from the dusty package, and stick in a fresh battery. A single button press and the adapter clicks, and an LED blinks a few times. You close up her chassis and and long-press the power button on the back of her neck.

All her servos jerk momentary, then the light in her eyes comes back. Unfocused eyes look around rapidly, then see you, and she smiles.

"Master! Are you done with my upgrade?" "I sure am, my pet. Want to see what I've added?" "Of course, master!".

You help her to her feet, then tell her to stay there. You step back, and click the remote. Her eyes go fuzzy for a second, then come back. She drops to all fours, tongue lolling out of her mouth. She pants, looking up at you expectantly. You pull a tennis ball from your pocket, and gently toss it out the open workshop door and down the hallway.

She excitedly arfs and races out the door, still on all fours. You hear her rooting around the packages waiting around the door, then she emits a muffled happy "yip!" and there's the sound of rapid quadrupedal footsteps as she scrambles back into the room. She kneels at your feet, dropping the slightly-wet tennis ball at your feet, and looking up at you, smiling as wide as she can but saying nothing.

You tap the remote, and again she seems to fuzz out of it for a moment, and you hear the soft click of a relay turning over inside her. She looks around in confusion, and gets back up on her feet. "Master, what... why did I do that? I remember searching for the ball and bringing it back to you, but I don't remember why I did that! It's like I'm remembering someone else's memories!"

You show her the flimsy piece of paper that came with the adapter, and she quickly scans the badly auto-translated english text.

TELPO PM-04 Personality Multiplexer

attach every personality cards into slots A, B, & C, D

insert the card proxy into any Syntek Central Unit (48 only pin)

On attached remote, button press to select toggle active personality card slot

Use only CR3220 cell

Memory Storage is reserved to slot A, other cards will share space

"A personality multiplexer, master?" she says, looking up at you with some confusion.

"Yep! I can swap your consciousness out for one of my choice. Slot B has this.". You hand her the small box, and she goes over it quickly, turning it over in her hands. It's covered in pictures of puppies, and advertises an accurate simulation of a loving "pupper", compatible with any Syntek chassis on the market.

"You turned me into a dog?!"

You rarely get her flustered enough to forget to address you properly. It's cute, though you'll have to punish her later for it. It might be your imagination, but you swear you can hear her fans spinning a little faster at the revelation...

"More or less. I pretty much just put you on pause, while letting a different personality take over your body. And I can do that at the click of a button!" You hold up the remote, showing her the four unlabeled buttons. "Want to see what's in slot C?" You reach towards the button, intentionally slowly...

She reaches out her arms "No! I mean, No thanks, master. Maybe I can look at the boxes first? I'd like to know more about what I'll be before we test it out."

You smile as devilishly as you can manage. "I don't know, that doesn't sound like something little dolls get to choose. Maybe you'd enjoy some time as a mindless sexbot?" Her already-big eyes manage to go wider, and she reaches forward for the remote impudently. You slam the button, and she stops mid-reach.

A moment later, she drops to her knees, and opens her mouth. She says nothing, as sexbots don't need speech synthesis routines. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with this", you think. Mainly in making her remember what you're going to make her do... You unzip your fly, and she leans forward hungrily.

[desireelovesyou]

Hehe awww m8 (shortening for mate, British slang I picked up from a friend haha. Sometimes confuse folks !! So wanted to clarify)

Friends, absolutely!! :D

Unfortunately I do not own any birds yet, but when I get my own place that is my first goal.

I've always been a big crow fan, there's a lot of em in my area as well heh. They remind me of myself in many ways!!! I too like collecting shiny things.

-🐦‍⬛

dw loll!! i know sm british slang bc i actually LOVE doing a british accent. thank you for the clarification tho! im gal we’re friends!!! what’re your pronouns birdie?

birds are lovely! i hope you get a bird the second you’re able to. my friend (the one im usually tweaking abt and saying i miss) owned this bird that they named tomato. i don’t remember what kind of bird, but he/she (i also do t remember) was white and gorgeous.

i love crows sm!! they’re so smart and beautiful and gahhh! i also love shiny things! :3 we are twinning !!