#padded bra my beloved

[palpablestupor]

When u platonically stare at ur gay evil lizard buddy's heaving busom over lunch...as a friend.

(Image ID and original meme under cut)

[Image ID: A redraw of the 'Girl Staring at Guy's Chest' meme with characters from 'Star Trek: Deep Space Nine' sat in the Replimat. Garak is at the front looking smug and Dr Bashir sits behind, staring at Garak's chest while blushing and sweating nervously. /.End ID]

[Image ID: The 'Girl Staring at Guy's Chest' meme. /.End ID]

[the-spy-in-the-replimat]

so like I said to my grandad about how I liked garak and showed him a picture of garak, he thought I meant julain and was like “aww that’s a cute young lad” and then I was like “no grandad the lizard is the sexy one” and I had to write down EXACTLY what he said because ohmyword it was perfect.

“I thought he was a bit queer, that he had quite a kinky edge to him, but that must be the appeal.”

[lilac-5ky]

TOJI AND VIRGIN READER!

The Favor (officeAU!Toji x virgin!Fem!Reader)

Plot: The first day you met Toji, he told you everything on his CV was a lie. Three years later, he's your beloved work husband, the one you go to when you decide it's time to lose your virginity.

Tags: Office!AU, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (f.receiving), agee gap (reader mid 20s, toji mid 30s), soft!dom toji, dirty talking, praising, pet names (sweetheart, darling, kid, wife, whore, slut, etc), aftercare, toji catches feelings after fucking you, daddy vibes without the word, friends to lovers dynamic, size kink, lube handjob, MDNI obviously.

A/N: Combined your idea with my intense need to write an office!au. Hopefully this turned out to your liking and you forgive me for writing this much filth LMAO

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For promotion, for demotion, for raises and for cuts, in overtime and in bureaucracy, until layoff do us part.

In the insufferable reality of Japanese corporate life, a work spouse exists to shoulder the burden of overdue deadlines and never-ending stacks of paperwork. A husband who, in spite of not being bound to you through marriage, has vowed to stick by your side until either one of you breaks free from the shackles of human resources; your work husband.

You met each other on your first day at the company, both of you passing interviews for the same lowly position of staffing coordinator.

Your first impression of candidate number 9 was that his suit wasn’t really his but was likely borrowed from someone whose bicep wasn’t the size of their thigh and calf combined. Your second impression was whispered to your ear as the dark haired man rose from his chair and paraded down the interview room, nonchalantly letting slip that his bachelor’s degree along with every bit of qualification on his CV had been faked.

Whether that was a declaration of war or a testament to his unparalleled confidence, you wouldn’t know until a week later when you were assigned to the same miserable office corner, sharing a desk, a title, and a secret whose value skyrocketed once you became acquainted with your work place’s imposing policies.

One word would get both him and his knowing smile fired, but the moment you shook hands with Fushiguro Toji and promised to get along, you signed yourself up for a long-lasting partnership.

Over the three years you worked together, each grew out of their initial post. Your all-nighters paid off and you got promoted to an HR assistant, meaning you didn’t have to memorize everyone’s coffee order any longer, while Toji flourished as the department’s eye candy.

He’d ceased pretending that his broad shoulders could be boxed in second-hand suit jackets, and instead opted for rolled-up button-ups with the occasional monochromatic tie—a fit that put his sculpted physique into full view and threw the entire female populace out of balance.

He was an objectively good-looking man who bordered on great. The type to be conscious of their effect on others, cutting corners with suggestive glances and smiling his way out of otherwise unforgivable report oversights. Every woman in the office was openly in love with him. Even your supervisor referred to him as the team’s ace and discreetly unbuttoned her cleavage in his presence.

You realized then, they’d sooner let go of you and your hard-earned master’s, than part with the department’s mascot.

Despite the differences in skill and appearance, your sense of kinship survived the passage of time. Perhaps you’d subconsciously fallen victim to his charms, but whenever you saw his thin brows furrow and his right foot threaten the unresponsive copy machine with a killing blow, you couldn’t look away. This is a favor; you’d remind him at every formal email and resume assessment you helped put together.

And favors are repaid.

While Toji couldn’t assist with payroll processing, he always had the scoop on who cheated on their spouse with whom and whose bra was filled with padding—which you didn’t find all that interesting, but turned into a fun game of guess the cheater during dull 9 a.m. meetings.

On mornings when the alarm was hurled at your bedroom wall, he made excuses for your absence, and on work dinners, he saved you a seat away from all the grabby drunks.

Toji was far from a good person. His mere presence in a company you’d broken your back to get into was a mockery of your efforts. He led others on and got into muffled shutouts over his phone behind the water fountain, where he thought no one was listening in.

That’s how you found out about his eight-year-old kid and the custody battle with his allegedly “psychotic” ex-wife. He didn’t know you knew because you never told him. Everyone had skeletons in their closet, and it wasn’t your job to sort his out. As far as your work marriage was concerned, he was a good husband who diligently fulfilled his marital duties—all except one, which you feared the pretext of a favor wouldn’t begin to cover.

“Here’s your poison,” you slid the scalding coffee cup in his direction, mindful of the papers on his desk. “Black Americano with four shots of espresso and no sugar to compliment your wretched dark soul.”

Toji raised an open palm in your face, motioning for you to wait until he was done punching words on the keyboard and pressed save file. Your eyes were drawn to his fingers, threaded with faded scars that followed the expanse of veins down his wrists, dipping deep below the white cotton of his shirt. Another unsolved mystery you hadn’t gotten to the bottom of.

He brought the cup to his equally scarred lips, defying the steam spirals with a long-drawn sip. “Unnecessary intro, but thanks.” He gave a lazy smile. “Aren’t ya a sweetheart?”

You dropped your beverage on your side of the desk and swiveled your chair nearer. “Think you could do said sweetheart a favor?

“A favor, huh?” His breath was laced with caffeine. “Depends. If you’re asking for a buck, ‘fraid I’m all dried up till the end of the month.”

So he isn’t planning on paying for his order.

“I make more than you.”

“Doesn’t mean ya can’t find yourself in a pickle.”

You shook your head, stealing a sip of liquid courage from your mocha. How did people ask those things again?

Your contemplation lasted long enough for him to turn his head back to work, filling his home screen with enough tabs to distract you from his unfinished round of solitaire.

“What are you doing after work?” Your voice cracked into shards of uncertainty.

“Nice try.”He sneered. “You dug your own grave taking on the grievance procedures from the union. Climb out on your own.”

“Not everyone offloads their work load on others, Toji.” You rolled your eyes, scooting even closer to make sure only he’d be the recipient of your next words.

He sensed something was off because he wasn’t pretending to input random lines into the search bar anymore, and while he studied you, you studied him back. You had your doubts about this, and you weren’t sure he was your type either. You liked your men responsible and mature—like Nanami from sales, who would’ve been your first choice if your legs didn’t turn into jelly the minute you saw him.

Toji was the safe option. You talked to him. You joked with him. You were used to him, and more importantly, you trusted him. All the lack of qualifications in his job, he made up for with his experience in that other field you were a stranger to.

“Hey, kid.” His voice mellowed down with a beat of concern, a heavy hand landing on your shoulder. “If you’ve gotten yourself into trouble, I—”

“Please have sex with me.”

“Make yourself at home.” He nudged your back into the apartment, glancing over his shoulder to make sure you were following even after he’d pulled away.

Moving forward felt hard—as if you’d forgotten how to. You weren’t sure whether to wipe your shoes on the mat or stash them in the corner. You didn’t know which foot to put forth and what set of slippers to pick. Every decision suddenly mattered a lot more than it should.

You’d never been to Toji’s house before, and up until a few hours ago, you couldn’t fathom standing at his doorstep either. You weren’t that close so as to meet outside work hours, but you were about to get a lot more up close and personal.

The way he accepted your request with a mere, almost offensive, okay still boggled your brain. You’d considered every question he could possibly ask, painstakingly compiling your list of answers like a witness called to the stand, only for him to not speak a word of it—not even when it was just you and him and the solitude that came from enjoying lunch a hundred stories above Tokyo’s bustling streets.

He seemed to have forgotten all about your plans, up until he pulled over at the bus stop where you were waiting and stuffed you in the front seat of his car.

“You coming?”

Kicking your heels off your feet, you skipped straight through the hallway, your head turning left and right as if you were at an art gallery. You didn’t know what to expect, but a high-end apartment in the heart of Minato wasn’t it. Neither your income nor his justified an inox steel kitchen with mahogany wood flooring—let alone a direct view of the illuminated Tokyo Tower.

You were so bedazzled by the city skyline that you nearly missed the hastily buried socks peeking beneath the kotatsu, along with the cobwebs his untouched bookshelf flaunted. Much like his suit, his apartment was handed to him by someone whose love for both their books and spouse had run out.

“Whaddya think?”

Toji stalked behind you, his reflection in the glass becoming more defined with every step he took. He was holding something in each hand—two glasses whose orange liquid sparkled in place of the stars.

You turned around slowly, accepting your share with a small smile on your face.

“Your ex-wife has good taste.”

He blinked, taken aback for a split second. He wondered what gave it out—the pink slippers or the flipped-down picture frames you’d yet to notice—and somewhere down the line, he got the wrong idea, beaming with an unwarranted “Thanks.”

“I meant the house, not you.” Although you couldn’t blame him for his inflated ego when every female practically dropped their panties at his feet. Especially not when you were there to do the same.

Your teeth clicked sharply against the glass as you tilted your head and sipped on what tasted too sweet to be whiskey. Apple Juice?

“That’s not alcohol.” You stated.

“Ever thought of becoming a detective?” Toji padded toward the leather couch, spreading his thighs across the two middle cushions.

“Ever thought of becoming a comedian?” You retorted, squeezing in to his left. The furniture would’ve been big enough to fit you both, had he been considerate. “So what’s the joke? Too young to be drinking, or hard liquor ain’t for pretty girls like me?”

“Nah.” His head dropped on his shoulder, both propped against the headrest. “Need you sober for what’s about to happen.”

You mirrored his stance, your knees touching as you folded them on the smooth leather. “And what’s about to happen?”

“I think we both know, or else ya wouldn’t have followed me here.” He wet his bottom lip, pretty green eyes clouding dark.

A certain dryness gnawed at your throat, the pink color of his tongue appealing to you more than it should. You weren’t interested in Toji, but the strands of black that fell over his forehead painted a cuter image than you were used to seeing at the office. You wondered what he’d look like with his hair pushed back, all slick from beads of sweat rolling down his temples. And when you realized you couldn’t pin any of those thoughts on the alcohol, you took another sip, hurriedly averting your gaze.

“How many have? Women from work, I mean.”

You were surprised to hear him state “None,” and even more surprised that he claimed not to mix business with pleasure. You could think of at least three coworkers you suspected he fooled around with. At least so they bragged in the ladies’ room.

“So why bring me home?”

“‘Cause you asked.” Toji said gruffly.

“You fuck every woman who asks you to?”

“Only the cute ones.”

Your cheeks flushed red as you reminded yourself to take his words with a grain of salt. He wasn’t interested in you any more than you were in him. This was simply platonic—almost transactional. He’d do what you asked, and then you’d pay him back with another, mundane favor like sorting mail in his stead.

You finished your drink, your eyes licking up the remaining drops at the bottom of the glass. “This line works?”

Toji shrugged. It probably did. He probably didn’t even have to open his mouth for it to work. While the moment you opened yours—

“Want more?” He motioned to your glass. You nodded, extending your arm, only for his expression to turn sour. “I’m not your fucking maid. Bottle’s on the counter.”

You sighed, getting up so he wouldn’t see your eyes roll at his comment as he shoved his glass in your face. Who’s the maid now?

Aimlessly, you strolled into the kitchen, taking longer than necessary to fill both your glasses. You didn’t mean to start snooping around, but you couldn’t help yourself from seeking a sign of his presence in his picture-perfect apartment. Houses typically reveal something about their residents, and while the display of crystal glasses spoke plenty of his ex-wife, there was no evidence of Toji’s personality.

You weren’t interested in him—just curious. That’s what you kept telling yourself as you picked up a frame stowed away behind an empty cookie jar.

Four smiles greeted you, the brightest belonging to a young girl with elongated bangs, holding a boy who strove to copy his sister’s expression. Their parents stood behind them, a beautiful woman with long brown hair tucked in a ponytail blissfully leaning against the shoulder of a Toji that seemed less happy the longer you processed his strained features.

“She left.” The proximity of his voice startled you. The frame danced between your fingers until he snatched it, his jutted-out chin betraying his annoyance. “Took the kids, left the house and me behind. Ain’t that what ya wanted to hear?”

You shook your head, about to drop to your knees and beg for forgiveness on his parquet. However, the hostility that rose faded as soon as he threw the picture in the first open drawer and returned to the living room, leaving you to fetch your drinks. Then you remembered the phone calls. They weren’t on good terms.

“Having kids isn’t bad. Nor being divorced.” You handed him the glass, assuming your previous position on the couch. “Doesn’t ruin your cool guy image whatsoever.”

“Who said I care about that?” Toji snorted.

“Then you wouldn’t care if anything slipped in front of your fan club?”

“Mind your own fucking business.” He hissed. You chuckled. Sharing a couch wasn’t that much different from sharing a desk, and sharing two secrets was the same as sharing one.

“What are your kids’ names?”

“Kid,” he corrected. “Megumi.”

By the name, you assumed it was the girl. You were wrong. You tried to ask something about his son’s mother, but somehow you couldn’t find one right thing to say, since the woman in the photo wasn’t the boy’s biological mom either. You were lost. The more cryptic answers he gave, the more unanswered questions you ended up with.

Your plan took a backseat while Toji trod the sensitive topic of his divorce to that “bitch,” who’d taken his kid from him out of spite. The custody battle was tipped in her favor, courtesy of a legal system that’d rather see a child separated from its biological parent in the face of cold cash.

Megumi only visited every second weekend of the month, which explained his father’s eagerness to leave early on certain Fridays and come late on the following Mondays. He didn’t need to say this, but you understood his reasons for cheating his way into the company. A proper job looked good in court, and whatever earned him those scars was far from proper.

Both your hands emptied as you finished your second round of drinks. Your head would be buzzing if there was alcohol involved, but you didn’t miss it. Toji was hard to engage, and talking to him felt like running into one brick wall after another. However, working out of those dead-ends was preferable to clinking glasses with some guy who wouldn’t quit boasting about his Ivy League diploma or his burning passion for vocaloid singers—both cases reflecting the sad reality of blind dating in your twenties.

“So.” Toji drawled, a burly arm stretching behind your head. “Why you want me to fuck you? Can’t find good dick in the market?”

Your mind went blank in an instant, every excuse and curated version of the story vanishing when you needed them the most.

“I—um,” you cleared your throat, while your eyes scanned over his body.

There was a lot to take in: the fine lines of his pecs, highlighted under the taut white fabric; the black tie hanging loose around his unbuttoned collar; the hem of his shirt that dangled out of his fitted pants, exposing the tiniest window to the happy trail on his lower abdomen; his slim waist and his thick thighs; the curve of his bum; and the light touch of his fingers closing around your shoulder. You traced the same route of landmarks, finding yourself returning to his achingly handsome face and the playful curiosity in his eyes that had you shifting in your place.

All the reasons for someone to want to be fucked by this fine specimen of a man were right there, and you picked the most inclusive one. “Because you’re hot.”

The ends of his scar drew apart as Toji smiled a wolfish smile. He inched closer, your back hitting the armrest when his right hand caged your body between his arms and the couch.

“Bullshit.” A tickle from where his nose brushed against yours, and a thud from where your heart dropped inside your chest. “You think I wouldn’t know if ya had the hots for me, kid?”

“N-not everyone throws themselves at others.” You tried to reason.

“Maybe. But attraction comes with signs.” The side of his hand grazed the corner of your eyelid. “Batting your pretty lashes,” he trailed off, rough knuckles softly tracing the apple of your cheek. “Blushing your cheeks red.” The pad of his thumb swiped down your cupid’s bow. “Biting your lip raw.” He continued with his eyes, glancing at the skirt that lay high above your knees suggestively. “Pressing those plushy thighs together.”

“You do none ‘f those things.” Toji accused. “So why the sudden itch? Indulge me, and I’ll pound that pussy till ya scream.”

The promise of his words forced a gulp down your throat as your thighs involuntarily rubbed together. You started to reconsider. You didn’t want to fuck him just because any man would do. You wanted to fuck him because it was him and because every patch of skin he made contact with begged to be touched again.

“I’m a virgin.” You admitted, voice low, and stare even lower—utterly defeated as he flinched away in surprise.

You wondered what he’d say. A virgin at your age? was the most common response, followed by Is something wrong with you? and typically concluded with You sure you’re not a lesbian?

Everyone preaches how precious innocence is, but no one wants the pressure of taking it. What men really want is a woman who is both a saint and a slut—a woman who can suck their dick ten inches deeper than they can provide while simultaneously shying away from every insinuation of sex.

The problem is with the poor souls who belong in either category without adhering to the other, because squeezing your legs shut is just as faulty as spreading them open for the public.

Seeing as Toji remained silent, you realized you wouldn’t get an answer, and maybe it was for the best. You didn’t want to put a strain on your work relationship. It’d take a while to look him in the eye again, but in a month or two, you’d laugh about the incident over a cup of soggy store-bought noodles like nothing happened.

“Sorry for bothering you.” You mumbled as you picked up your last vestige of dignity and stood on your feet, only to be anchored by a set of fingers that tightly gripped your wrist.

“Sit.” His unfaltering gaze confirmed the sincerity of his command.

You thought about breaking free and dashing to the door. You thought about how much it’d actually hurt to let him ridicule you, and the tears started to build up on their own. And when you didn’t do as you were told, he towered over you with a palm that was eager to cup your cheek, tilting your face in position for him to print a rough kiss on your parted lips.

“I said fucking sit.” Toji repeated, while you contemplated how someone who spews words so harshly could have such soft lips.

Sheepishly, you fell back onto the couch, expecting him to follow suit and not kneel on the floor like he did. “What’s the story?” He asked, large hands taking hold of your knees and slowly rubbing them apart.

“What makes you think there’s a story?” You prayed that he couldn’t feel your heartbeat bounce across your body as if it were an empty vessel.

“With you, there always is.” He licked his lips as his eyes settled between your thighs, darkening with lust the second they were met with the damp patch in the middle of your pink lace knickers. “Wanna hear all about it while I feast on your little hole.”

“You’re not gonna fuck—”

“First things first, sweetheart. Gotta make sure y’are all prepped before I stuff you with my cock.” Toji smiled, pushing your skirt until it rolled over your stomach. “If ya gonna scream my ears off, better be from pleasure, mm?”

You nodded, watching as his slender fingers slid your underwear off and temporarily—you hoped—shoved it in his back pocket. You saw him marvel at the sight of your exposed cunt and wished you could peer into his brain to hear him curse himself for not coming up with this idea first.

You looked so pretty down there, your puffy clit safely tucked behind its hood while your lips shimmered with your wetness—the scent so intoxicating his pants tightened into a size too small.

He was already considering his next favor. Now that the door was open, he’d make sure it never closed again. Bending you over the copy machine was the front-runner. Getting a print of your tits squeezed against the scanner while he blows your back, his palm muffling out the pathetic sounds you let slip—he’d be lying if that wasn’t what he fantasized about whenever you refilled the ink cartridges for him.

“Ya ever touch yourself here?”

His thumb swiped over your clit, drawing an incomplete circle that ended with light flicks around the sensitive nub. Left and right. Up and down. Searching for the combination that’d have your body answer in place of your mouth, and when your hips bucked forward, he knew exactly where to press.

“Y-yes!” You whined, more as a reaction than an answer to his question.

“And ya ever push a finger in?” He continued, teasingly dragging his thumb between your lips.

“Just one. Rest hurt.”

“Mhm, bet they do.” He hummed as he tasted you on his finger, exaggerating the suck with a soft pop. “Ever had a guy kiss ya there before?”

Toji gave his own answer as he buried his head in your pussy, the sticky mix of his saliva and your juices trickling down your entrance while he made out with your clit. You struggled to keep your thighs apart, the raspy grunts at the back of his throat vibrating against your mound in joint symphony with your breathy moans. His tongue felt so good soaking on your slick that you felt yourself melting into a pool of pleasure.

“Get talkin’ or I’ll stop.” He warned, slowing down with broad, near-maddening, strokes that occasionally dipped between your folds.

“I wanted to w-wait,” you panted. “Wanted to fall in love first, but then I waited too long, and—ngh, fuck, right there!” Toji pinched your folds apart, his stare lecherous as he sucked the puffy pearl into his warm mouth.

Your body jerked in response, the leather squeaking hard beneath your bared ass. You weren’t sure at what point interest surpassed curiosity, but the signs were all there, manifesting as heat in your cheeks and blood that threatened to drop from your chewed-up lip.

His jade eyes narrowed into a shrewd reminder. Putting your thoughts in order was impossible, but if you stopped, so would he.

“Everyone ‘round me started d-doing it, and I was the only one l-left.” You tried to regulate your breathing through your nose, your throat turning hoarse from all the strain. “Went on a bunch of blind dates, but the guys were t-turned off, and—how the fuck are you so good at this?”

Toji chuckled, the pink tip of his tongue parting your lips in a languid motion that made you shudder. “Let’s just say my marriage didn’t fall apart ‘cause of this.”

He mounted your knees atop his shoulders and neared your entrance, with his middle and ring fingers ghosting over the softness of your pulsing slit. “Gonna use my fingers now. Be a good girl and cum on them, will ya?”

The first digit pushed forward, much thicker than any of your fingers. You felt so full already—nails digging into the cushions, while he thrust in and out of your walls, curling the lone pad to find a spot so sweet it elicited a moan of equal sweetness.

“Ya did well to come to me.” He continued, his raspy voice effortlessly sexy. “Kids these days don’t know shit ‘bout pleasing a woman.”

The veins on his wrist flexed along with his scars as his ring finger joined in the action to defy your previous claim. There was no pain. Only immense waves of pleasure leaking through your squinted eyes as hot tears beaded your eyelashes.

“Doin’ so good for me, darlin’.” He praised, repeatedly hitting the swollen bundle of nerves inside your throbbing cunt, bringing you closer to the edge with each thorough pump.

“Maybe I was wrong, hm? Maybe that’s what ya wanted all along. I know I did. Fucking wanted my hands on this pussy since I first saw ya fidget with your little skirt at that interview.”

“Toji—”

He dived between your legs again, his hand maintaining the same erratic pace even while his tongue hungrily lapped at your clit. Your head lolled back, the tension in your guts rapidly building up until you came undone, your pussy clenching and creaming around his calloused fingers.

You’d never finished so hard on your own, the tremors of your orgasm ringing in your ears and jogging your memory.

Your first impression on that day was sadness, right? Sadness over the wedding band the handsome stranger hid in his pocket right before entering the building, thinking no one else caught sight of it, and embarrassment about how your impure thoughts for a married man followed you into the shower every night after work.

“Atta girl.” A present-day and very-much divorced Toji licked his lips into a smile. “Their fucking loss.”

His knee pressed into the gap between your thighs as he stood on his feet and prompted you to open your lips. You took his fingers in your mouth, licking your cum off while your chest heaved with one labored breath after the other.

“See how good ya taste?” Toji cooed, rhythmically fucking his fingers on your tongue before removing them. “Sweeter than honey.”

“Thought you didn’t like sweet things.” His coffee order came in mind.

“How ‘bout we make an exception?”

You weren’t sure what got into you when you grabbed him by the tie and pulled him forward, kissing him with such vigor you’d never experienced. You always thought of losing your virginity as checking an item off your bucket list. You didn’t imagine you could ever lust after someone the way you currently lusted after Toji, your desire escalating into an all-consuming need.

His tongue moved as skillfully in your mouth as it did when it explored your pussy, dancing with your own rather than overpowering it. You liked kissing him. You liked kissing him so much that you wanted to incorporate it into your morning hellos and your evening goodbyes, dragging yourselves into an endless loop of returned favors.

Without breaking the kiss, Toji hoisted you up from the couch and held you in his arms, his palms finding the perfect excuse to grab onto your ass while he carried you across rooms you didn’t care enough to see. A door creaked behind your back, and soon you were tossed onto a large body of endless softness—a bed, you realized as Toji hastily shoved a couple of pillows behind your head.

“Ever heard of that stupid nickname that goes ‘round work?” He whispered in your ear while his fingers worked on undoing your blouse. “How they call ya my work wife?” His palms slid around your ribs and back to unhook your bra. “Guess this makes it our wedding night, heh.”

You rolled your eyes, holding back a chuckle. “Don’t you feel any shame calling me your wife when you’re about to fuck me on your ex-wife’s bed?”

“My bed now, and what I say fucking goes.” He stripped your body from every garment, salaciously gawking at your nude figure on his (her) satin sheets.

You didn’t feel too bad about showing your body, but his stare was almost intrusive—especially with how he hadn’t lost a single article of clothing himself.

“Such a gorgeous body, wife.” He dragged out the final syllables, hoping to elicit a reaction separate from the soft pants you let out as he caressed your soft curves—both much softer than the bedding you were splayed across, liquid velvet in his hands. “Such a good little wife, saving herself for her husband to deflower.”

“Why thank you, husband.” You chortled, cupping his face in a deep kiss.

You knew Toji was the right choice. Not because touching him felt like winning the lottery or because he knew exactly what he was doing, but because he could’ve made this situation a lot more awkward and didn’t. He made your first time feel special, granting your wish of doing it with someone you loved, even if it was all an illusion that’d fade come tomorrow morning.

You almost thanked him as he began to unbutton his shirt, the display of corded muscles and pale scars breaking the dam between your legs. Whatever your type might’ve once been, was no more. It was all Toji, with his clenched fists lifting the weight of his brawny, veiny arms, his shoulders so wide you could ride on them, and the self-complacent smirk your stupefied expression brought to his lips.

“This ain’t an exhibit, sweetheart.” He mocked. “You can touch all ya want.”

He didn’t need to say it twice for your palms to roam his body, starting from his neck and slowly gliding down his torso, feeling out the tension in his steeled abdomen. His skin was smooth, except for the few unruly hairs leading down to the bulge in his crotch, whose sight alone made you lick your lips and buck your hips into his. You wanted to see the rest of him.

“You are the hottest divorcee I know.” You smiled earnestly.

“Ya know lots of ‘em?” Toji cocked his head while you shook yours with a giggle. “Don’t be so flattering.”

“I do have a great-aunt…”

“Oh, please.” He groaned, allowing you to laugh it out. He didn’t like how his bottom lip twitched as he struggled to contain a chuckle of his own. He’d long sworn off girls that made his heart skip a beat.

“Think y’are ready?” You nodded. Repeatedly.

Digging his knees into the bed, he stretched an arm toward the nightstand, fishing for a bottle in one of the drawers. Lube, you realized as he settled it beside you to remove his pants, flinging them along with his boxers to the other side of the room.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, an expression that didn’t look too good considering fear was about the last emotion you should be experiencing.

He was packing in every sense of the word. Long, thick, and definitely heavy as it hung above his hefty balls, the reddened tip pointing at your entrance. It wasn’t like you’d never seen a cock before. Porn existed, and so did perverts in trench coats, but comparing either one to him was both disrespectful and a huge understatement.

“Don’t go cold on me now, mm? It will fit.” He read your mind, taking your hand in his and slotting the bottle in your fist. “Prepped you so good for it. You’ll see; you’ll like this more than my fingers.”

“Promise.” He added, squeezing your hand reassuringly. You chose to trust him, and when he brought your other hand to his shaft, you knew what he was asking you to do.

The bottle spurted a thick glob of liquid that your palm smeared all over his cock head. Toji watched with bated breath as you stroked his length, each thorough pump of your delicate hands warming him up.

He deserved a pat on the back for not cumming right then and there—the distinction between the clear lubricant and his creamy precum becoming more prominent while he throbbed and twitched in your tight grasp. He thought about how much tighter your walls would be, milking every drop he had to offer while you writhed beneath him, with little ah-ah-ah’s and Toji please’s complimenting the squelching of your tight virgin cunt.

“That’s enough.”

He pulled your hand away and cracked the bottle open once more, rubbing a small quantity between his fingers and then scissoring them in your walls. You clung onto him, your hips chasing after his touch. Cute.

“Eyes on me, darlin’.” Toji leaned close enough so that your field of view was consumed by his face. “Keep your eyes on me, breath in ‘n’ out, and it won’t hurt one bit. I’ll take good care of ya.”

Your legs were parted as he ran his cock between your folds and pressed down firmly, his hand moving to your hip once he guided the first inches inside.

Toji was the first to react as he sank in deeper, about two-thirds in when he felt your pussy snare around him like a vice, the warmth of your walls making him curse under his breath. His last fuck was less than a weekend ago, and yet he felt like one of those loser kids he scorned earlier. He’d forgotten just how good being inside a virgin was—a one-and-done deal that would cease to amaze him after he fucked you into his shape.

“All good?” He remembered to ask, taking your strained yes at face value.

Small creases formed over your forehead, contorting your expression into a pained wince the further he sheathed himself into your wet cavern—and when his words weren’t enough, his lips took over. He kissed your worries away and cradled your breasts in his palms, doing everything in his power to keep the pain to a minimum as his hips met with your pelvis, bone against bone and skin against skin, until he finally bottomed out.

A whimper cut your kiss short, and for a second he feared tears would stream from your glassy eyes, not considering the possibility of your shaky legs wrapping around his back and your swollen, pretty lips calling out his name with a stuttered moan.

“F-fuck me, Toji. Please—fuck, I need you so badly.” You begged, dropping the pretense of composure.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck your little virgin pussy?”

“Y-yes, Toji, yes!”

“Yes, what, doll?” He teased. “Say it.”

“Please be my first, Toji.”

His grin turned feral in a heartbeat, your words stirring something in him that he could not explain.

He was prepared to spend the entire night fucking you at a snail’s pace, buttering you up with praises, and pampering you as if you were a golden egg goose, but now he didn’t have to. He could fuck you exactly how he pleased—fold your knees onto your stomach and hold down onto your thighs, pussy all exposed to where he could watch his cock pound into your hole and hear each and every strike of his balls against the fat of your ass—and you would take it.

But when he looked down and saw the ring of red that’d formed around his shaft, he had a change of heart. Maybe another time.

Planting his fingers on your hips, he withdrew slightly, purposely aligning his tip with the roof of your cunt. He didn’t have to go hard to make you happy. All he had to do was hit that one spot, and you’d be coming back for more. Having a steady thing wouldn’t hurt either. It was convenient—certainly better than burning gas driving across town just to pick up some random slut he’d tire of five minutes into her over-the-top screams. At least you lived close by.

With lavish strokes, he rolled his hips against your own, dipping forward to grind his pubic bone against your mound. It didn’t take long for the stimulation to get overwhelming, your hair falling from your strict work up-do all over your sweaty forehead while you thrashed around the sheets, huffs escalating into whiny moans.

“Sh-shit, gonna cum, Toji.” You managed, though there was no real need to tell him.

Your body responded perfectly to his, wetness gushing over his cock while your walls tightened impossibly around him. He fucked you through your high, wrapping his arms below your shoulders and muting your blissful sobs to chase after his own release. Your breasts were squeezed against his pecs, pebbled nipples making him regret not giving them the proper attention.

This wouldn’t be the last time. Your body was like a playground to him, and he sure as hell wasn’t done playing.

“My fucking work wife.” Toji grunted possessively in your ear, nipping at the lobe. Only his lower half moved, a constant snap of hips bouncing through the room as the second lewdest sound after the ones you traded. “Wanna send your ass crawling to work on all fours. That’ll show them, mm? Show them who fucked you so good. What a—fuck, what a good slut y’are f’me. From a virgin to my whore—hah, make ‘em all so jealous.

“Shhhhit, ya like that?” He interpreted your clenching as he willed. “Wanna start a rumor? Fuck on every desk, in every stall, and have everyone know?”

“Yes, Toji! Yesyesyes, want everyone to know you f-fucked me.”

You went back and forth between panting out his name and chanting yes, as those were the only two words you could mindlessly repeat. He wasn’t joking about making you scream. You were on the verge of passing out, so engrossed in ecstasy that you’d lost track of how many times you’d climaxed.

“‘s too much, T-Toji!” You begged, burying your head in the curve of his neck and breathing in his musk. You were both so sweaty, glued together like two puzzle pieces.

“One more, sweetheart. ‘m so close—wanna feel ya cum with me.”

He toyed with your clit until he started to fall out of pace, drawing his cock out before it was caught in the spasms of your pussy. A hefty load burst in his fist as he jerked himself off to your fucked-out form, hot drops of cum spraying your stomach like creamy droplets of rain.

Neither of you realized how soaked the sheets were until Toji left the bed, his eyes not faking their surprise. You didn’t seem to be in that much pain, and yet the amount of blood and wetness was at least equal to carnage.

Would it be a dick move to task you with his laundry?

He spared you a glance, not bothering to hide his smugness. Your legs were still trembling, your breasts puffing up in your struggle to breathe through your agape lips. He was tempted to tell you off—something cheesy like, “Want somethin’ in your mouth that badly?”

“Hey, kid. You are not dead—are you?” He asked jokingly, laughing through his nose as you found the strength to flip him off. Now that the effects of your orgasm were wearing off, so was your obedience.

“How’d ya like your first time?” A thumbs-up this time. “A’right. C’mere.”

The longer he let the stain settle, the more of a bitch it’d be to remove it. That’s what Toji told himself as he picked you up in his arms and carried you into the bathroom, returning to the bedroom only to roll the sheets into a ball he’d later discard in the washing machine. He wasn’t avoiding looking at your cute face, and he definitely didn’t think of your weakened infant-like state as cute when he scrubbed your thighs clean with a wet towel either.

A weird image sparked in his memory, one from the many nights you’d spent working side by side at a dimly lit office. He remembered you ordering him takeout and looming over his head like a vulture while he went neck-to-neck with the vicious spreadsheet program. You insisted on tutoring him, claiming your dressy outfit was a result of canceled plans—even though you kept stealing glances at the clock—and staying with him until the wee hours when you didn’t have to.

You really were a sweetheart, an angel, and all the other terms of endearment he used on you knowing they made your lips stretch and your eyes sparkle. But that wasn’t for you to know.

“Toji?” Your voice jolted him out of his reverie—frail, but not as frail as the hands that wrapped around his own to snatch the towel.

What could he say to make you leave without any harsh feelings coming back to bite him in the ass?

He pondered his options while you bent forward from where he’d seated you on the counter by the sink. You held his limp dick in your palm, gently wiping the dried blood and cum that clung to his girth.

It was sickening how quickly he stiffened, all ready to ram it in your pussy and fuck you with the mirrored view of your ass in the backdrop, but what truly made his guts churn was the little cheeky smile you beamed with. He stood by his words. Virgins were the biggest sluts.

The towel dropped to the floor as you pointed his cock at your entrance, and that was all the convincing he needed.

“Fine.” Toji sighed, pinning your wrists on the cold quartz counter top. “You can stay the night, but mention work and I’m kicking ya out.”

This is definitely not how you say it.

You made it to the office the next day after a brief raid on your apartment. Going to work in your previous day’s clothes screamed, “Look at me! I got laid!” And as fun as creating all those fantasies with Toji was, you could do without earning “Hated Employee of the Month.” Everyone hated you for being friends with him as is.

He waited until you’d changed into a presentable outfit and dropped you off a block further away for precaution. You shared your final kiss in the car, wasting a whole fifteen minutes sucking each other’s faces off like teenagers at a drive-in. Dating a colleague was against the rules, and you didn’t want to date Toji either. Not that he’d asked. Not that you expected him to ask.

Losing your virginity was a lot more complicated than you thought.

He counted on you to bring coffee, and you would have if an intense craving for spicy tuna onigiri didn’t win you over. The convenience store was right around the corner, and its coffee was honestly not that bad if you squinted your eyes and fooled your senses a bit.

You grabbed two onigiri from the stand—in case Toji felt like stealing yours—along with an apple juicebox, both as a means of thanking and poking fun at him. You paid for the items and walked to the office, nauseated by the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach. You should’ve really eaten something instead of having your final hookup at the breakfast table.

A few people greeted you in and out of the elevator to the forty-seventh floor, some commenting on your looking less gloomy than usual, but that was about it. The world spun the same way it did even before you had sex. No big change or mind-blowing epiphany; just a euphoric feeling of accomplishment that dissipated the moment you saw the stack of documents waiting on your desk.

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg.” Toji magically sprouted from behind, loaded binders balanced on his arms—the same arms that’d lavished you with affection all night long. “They had a fall out at one of the subsidiaries, and now we gotta clean up their shit.”

And back to reality we go.

“Where’s my coffee?” He searched for a cup on his desk.

You pushed your desperation aside and held the juice to his face with a smile that turned awkward the longer he took to accept it.

“It’s um, you know.” You stepped closer, placing the box atop his mountain of files. “Thank you.”

“Also, got you this, so don’t even think of taking mine.” You balanced the onigiri beside the juice and plopped down on your chair, an antsy, blushing mess that refused to meet his stare until he looped an arm around your headrest and attached his mouth to your ear.

“Care to do me a favor?”

[bts-princess7]

Size Kink

Pairing: Dom!Namjoon x Small!reader

Summary: After a long day in the studio,

Warnings: Smut, fluff (if you squint), size kink, smoking, big d!ck Namjoon, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it girls), manhandling, fingering (just a tad), stomach bulge, dirty talk, (lmk if i missed any).

Word count: (HOW DO U CHECK THE WORD COUNT ON TUMBLR PLS HELP)

A/N: I wrote this in one day and it’s the first one, there’s gonna be improvement I swear. What do y’all think ab song based one-shots??? Give me any suggestions, anything at all!

22 minutes left of the workday, just 22 minutes until your beloved boyfriend got home. It was approaching fall and the weather kept getting cooler, so much so that you helped yourself to Namjoon’s hoodie collection. You loved his hoodies, they were warm and huge and always smelt like him. Of course they weren’t as good as him, but they would do. You opened a pack of cigarettes and took one out, making your way out the front door. You settled onto one of the comfy chairs and lit your cigarette, taking a deep breath.

One puff warmed you up and you let out a sigh, feeling the nicotine course through your veins. You pulled out your phone, scrolling mindlessly when you heard a car pull in the driveway. You recognized the car immediately, Joon was home early. You took a last drag of your cigarette, and watched him get out of his car.

He got out with a big smile, gracefully hopping up the steps. “Hey baby,” he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You passed him the cigarette and let him finish it.

“How was work?” You asked, standing up next to him. You looked up at him, you were just about eye level with his chest. He looked down at you, watching you scan his body. Your hands tugged on the hem of his shirt, which was so deliciously shaped around his body.

“Let’s not talk about that, right now.” Namjoon put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table, letting his hands fall to your waist. His big hands were warm on your body, even through his sweater. He dipped down, grabbing your legs and hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Joon!” You cried, holding onto the back of his neck. He held onto you with one arm, carrying you into the house and then your shared bedroom. He set you down on the bed, kneeling over you on his hands and knees. “Oh my god, Joon,” you sighed, his lips meeting your neck.

His plump lips peppered your neck with kisses, as he moved down your neck, he opened his mouth slightly. He left bright red blotches that would soon turn purple, you let out a low moan. “I’ve been waiting all day for this,” his voice was hoarse. Perhaps from being in the studio, or because of the need in his voice. “All day I’ve been thinking about my little princess, so fragile.”

You let out a squeak when he squeezed your hip, it excited you, the fact that he could crush you in a second if he really wanted to. His hand slid up underneath his sweater, all the way up to your chest and back down. “Take it off, Joon, please,” you tugged at the collar and he pulled his sweater off of you.

“So beautiful, so perfect for me, just for me.” He squished his head between your chest, leaving sloppy kisses as he inched farther down. His strong hands lifted you from the mattress just enough to undo your bra, his left hand moved up to cup your tits, right holding you up against him.

Namjoon pressed his lips against yours with passion, nibbling your bottom lip and rolling his tongue around yours. You let out a small moan when he flicked your nipple, the pad of his thumb rubbing intensely. You reached up to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up his torso. Namjoon leaned back slightly, pulled his shirt over his head before coming back.

You ran your hands over his body, his muscles felt especially promenant today. He pushed you back further into the centre of the bed, he covered you as if he were a blanket. His hand snaked up between your bodies and pressed against your core, you moaned into his mouth, moving your hips against his hand.

“You’re so wet, baby. So wet for me,” he pulled on your shorts and moved your underwear to the side. As gently as he could, he ran a finger through your folds with a smirk.

“Joon, please there,” you moaned, he ran his fingers back down again, then back up and stopped when he reached your clit. He rubbed his skillful fingers onto your pearl.

“Yeah? You like that? Like my big hands playing with your tiny pussy?” He made small, quick circles, paying careful attention. You clenched around nothing as he continued down to your hole, his middle finger prodding your hole. Namjoon pushed it in gently, “So tight, gonna squeeze me good, baby? Gonna be able to take my cock?” He teased, grabbing himself through his pants.

“Yes, yes, I’ll take you good,” you moaned, desperate to feel him. He added another finger, moving one of your legs onto his strong shoulders, being able to reach a better angle.

You reached down, pulling on the button of his jeans, then the zipper. Keeping his fingers in you, Namjoon stood and discarded his pants, his boxers hung loosely on his hips. He was so godly, standing above you with his fingers between your legs and his toned chest on full display, what a catch.

Namjoon curled his fingers, forcing a lewd moan out of you. He could feel you clenching around his fingers and pulled back, you looked up at him with those big eyes he couldn’t resist. “Not yet, princess,” he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss. “I wanna know what that mouth can do,” at this, your eyes widened, but you agreed willingly.

He sat down on the bed and you knelt on the floor, once you removed his boxers, his cock sprang up and hit his stomach. He hissed and you licked your lips. You grabbed his length in your hand, rubbing his sensitive slit with your thumb. “Oh fuck, y/n,” Namjoon moaned your name, rolling his hips into your hand.

You licked a stripe up his cock, shaky breaths escaping his throat and you sunk down as far as you could. You wrapped your hand around the part you couldn’t reach with your mouth and started moving, you gagged around him but kept going anyway. Namjoon looked down at you, your eyes looked up at him with an innocence he couldn’t believe.

He reached around your head, grabbing your hair in a ponytail and pulling your head off of his cock. A trail of spit and pre cum attaching you to his tip, you stayed still with your mouth open and tongue hanging out. “You look so gorgeous on my cock, making sure you know you’re mine, huh?” He grabbed the base of his cock, slapping it against your tongue.

Namjoon sighed, reaching down to grab your waist, he pulled you up onto the bed. He rolled you on your back, pulling you against his pelvis and holding your legs open. “Oh Joon,” you moaned, he knew exactly what got you going.

He smirked, lining himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he pushed past your walls, making you let out a cry. He pulled back and thrust back in again, you moaned in unison and he picked up his pace. “Joon, ugh big!” You rambled, he grunted as you clenched around him.

“You’re so tight, so wet.” He mumbled, pressing his thumbs harder into your hips. “Look at that, so big it’s poking out,” he ran one of his hands over the small bulge that poked your stomach each time he thrust his hips. You let out a guttural moan when Namjoon moved one of your hands over your stomach, you could feel his tip poke you every so often.

Namjoon sped up his pace, his hips hitting the back of your thighs with a brutal force. You could feel the bed rock beneath you and the knot that tightened in your stomach, “Please, please I’m gonna cum!” You cried, holding onto his forearms as best you could.

“That’s it, princess. Let go, show me what I do to you.” He moaned, biting his lip. Your brows narrowed, mouth falling open slightly as he pushed his hips farther. His hand slunk down to your clit, making rough circles as you shivered.

“Yes, yes Joon, ughhhh” you moaned, feeling pleasure hit you like a wave of relief. Namjoon took his hand away from your clit, he puts his hands back on your thighs, holding them open once again as he chased his high.

“That’s right, good girl. Letting me use you like a fuck doll,” he groaned. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, ready to burst. You were way past overstimulated, eyes going blurry while your boyfriend fucked you into oblivion. His arms wrapped you in a strong comforting hug, his hips stopped deep inside you as he finally let go. “Fuck, y/n. You’re fucking amazing.”

You stayed in that position for a few minutes, him covering your body like a blanket and holding you tightly in his arms. You smiled down at him, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you so much princess, so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Joonie.”

[archangeldyke-all]

Hey ! It's my first request ever, so I'm not sure how it work. If you're not confortable with it, feel free to don't respond. I'm kinda obsess with an AMAB Sevika, can you write reader discovering a surprise pregnancy with a sex friend/flirt/crush Sevika ?

I like the way you make her express her feelings, it's pretty accurate with Arcane. Feel free for them to keep the baby or not. Thank you so much and thank you for your work. ^^

sure!!! i got another very similar request too so i'll combine them :)

Amab sevika really be curing my depression

Maybe reader and vika are married and trying for a baby? 🥺🥺 amab sevika is my beloved and I'd die for her

men and minors dni

you guys have been trying to get pregnant for about six months now.

a lot of it's been fun. flipping through baby books together in bed, sending each other videos of cute babies on social media, and the actual baby making process is a blast.

but some of it's hard.

sevika's stopped taking her estrogen to get her sperm count back up. as a result, she's been horribly dysphoric.

you've caught her crying several times, standing in front of the mirror with a pair of tweezers in her hands, her chest irritated from the plucking and picking she'd done. she's become obsessive in shaving her face, doing it two or three times a day. her metabolism's gotten faster without the estrogen, and the 20 or so pounds of extra padding she'd put on her thighs and hips since she started e years ago is starting to fade away.

you try your best to make her feel better, insist that you guys could always try ivf instead, but she's determined to do it 'the old fashioned way.' so, you just hold her when her dysphoria takes hold, pressing kisses to her hair, reminding her you'd love her with a full beard just as much as you love her now.

it's been hard on you too. the more time that goes by without a successful pregnancy, the more you feel like your body's betraying you.

how many times did you and sevika have a pregnancy scare at the beginning of your relationship, before you were ready for kids? hundreds. but now that you're actively trying, your period is as regular as it can possibly be.

you've decided that if you go another month without any success, you're going to throw in the towel and ask your obgyn about ivf. you can't take much more disappointment, and you don't like seeing sevika so depressed all the time.

but then, something happens.

it starts with your tits getting sore.

for a week straight, they're tender to the touch, sore by the end of the night when you take your bra off. you know it's one of the earliest signs of pregnancy, but you don't say anything, not wanting to get your hopes up.

but then you start getting sick in the mornings. you can't hide this from sev, and she's squirming with excitement beside you as she rubs your back while you spew your guts into the toilet below.

"this is amazing." she says, giddy. you groan.

"real amazing sev, i'm feeling great." you say sarcastically. she giggles and presses a kiss to your head.

"i'm sorry, honey." she whispers. you giggle and reach out to hold her hand as another bout of nausea overtakes you.

your period is a day late.

and then two.

you know this. you know sevika knows this. but neither of you say anything, too scared to jinx it.

but when two days becomes three, and then three becomes a full week, you start getting excited.

you don't tell sevika you buy a pregnancy test-- not wanting to disappoint her if it's negative. but you do buy one, and you take it an hour before sevika's meant to get home.

it's positive. you nearly pass out from excitement.

sevika comes home to dinner on the table and flowers in the kitchen.

you sit on her lap the second she sits down, swinging your arms around her shoulders.

she's smiling like she already knows, but she's biting her lip-- worried that she's wrong.

"i got two surprises for you." you say.

"two?!" she asks, her hands clawing into your hips. you smile.

"two." you say, nodding.

you reveal the syringe full of her estrogen to her, raising your eyebrows at her. she blinks.

"what's that?" she asks. you laugh.

"'s only been a few months sev, y' already forgot what your e looks like?" you tease her. she blinks and gulps as you wipe a cool alcohol wipe over her bicep, pinching the skin and bringing the needle up to her arm. you smile at her.

"but what about--"

"don't ruin the second surprise." you scold her as you inject the needle into her muscle, pushing her hormones in and watching as her eyes go wide and sparkly.

she doesn't even notice the sting of the needle-- she's usually such a wimp about it, but tonight, she's got all her attention focused on you.

"does that mean-- are you--"

"pregnant?" you ask as you gently place a bandaid over the tiny puncture wound. sevika's breath catches in her throat and her eyes get watery. you place a kiss on top of the bandage, keeping your eyes locked on hers. sevika's breathing is shaky, tears already streaming down her cheeks. you lean up to kiss them up. "you're gonna be a momma, sev." you whisper against her cheek.

at the words, sevika bolts out of her chair, holding you in her arms and running you to the bedroom. you laugh the whole way.

sevika slams you (gently) down onto the bed before jumping on top of you. one of her hands goes to hold your stomach, the other comes up to cup your cheek.

"are you serious?!" she whispers. you smile and nod, your own tears welling in your eyes.

"took three tests. all positive." you say. sevika whimpers, then swoops down to kiss you.

she fucks you like she's trying to get you pregnant again.

and then, when you're done and she's holding you in your arms, her hand still on your stomach, the both of you catching your breaths, the first thing she says is, "what do you think about athena as a girls name?"

"goddess of war!?" you ask, laughing. "absolutely not. i'm not dealing with another little fighter in the house." you say. sevika giggles.

"but it's badass! nobody'd fuck with her." she says, pouting at you. you laugh. sevika gasps. "she just kicked!" she says, pointing at your belly. you laugh even harder. "she loves it! we have to name her athena now!" she says, teasing.

you groan and push her face away as she chuckles. "you're fuckin' ridiculous." you say between your giggles. sevika grins.

"i love you so much." she whispers, tears forming in her eyes again. your laughter ceases, a sweet watery smile taking its place.

"i love you too." you whisper.

sevika grins and swoops down to kiss your stomach.

"love you too, little fucker." she whispers to your belly.

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[merakiui]

aaahhh more yandere tsum tsums or more idia…!! >_> I really enjoy your fanfics btw they’re AMAZING I love them sm I can’t stop reading them! (´∀｀)

Thinking……. tsums who snuggle into your bra and pretend to be extra padding to hide from their counterpart. T_T while the guys are searching tirelessly for their tsums, two of them are comfortably cuddled up against your chest. Maybe all of the tsums end up naturally gravitating to you, so it isn’t a surprise when you return to Ramshackle and notice you had a line of tsums eagerly hopping after you the entire time. ^^;;;

As for Idia,,, lots of conditioning thoughts for him. <3 styx Idia is my beloved and there’s so much potential. >_< I need to write more for him so I can spread the styx Idia agenda. orz maybe a concept in which you’ve overblotted before and so styx kidnaps you so that they can study you, but Idia gets much too attached to you. >:)

[thevoidscreams]

Hello, can I request some wild sanguinius? I am attracted to his bloodlust being a predator and he asked me how it would be if he does it in that state with his beloved or even with leman in Mating Press March

Day eleven I got a case of brain rot on this one and had to do something. So yall get post battle Sangy. Also sorry for another short one I was running around all day and still feeling like shit.

Pairing: Sanguinius x reader

Warnings: Blood, Animalistic sex, sex in a thunderhawk, descriptions of violence (not towards you)

Three weeks, three agonizing weeks.

Sanguinius's nerves were shot as he landed, his mind a mire of dark and sinister things. Blood, flesh, death, consumption, lust.

Three weeks since he'd last seen you, the battling was too dangerous on the ground for you to be there. But not that the fighting was at a lull he was confident that you would be safe.

In his arms, you'd always be safe.

"Bring her to me." Sanguinius rumbled. His son nodded, not needing to ask who. It was his mother, of course. The Mother of angels. The wife of Sanguinius.

The order was sent up the line till it was in the right hands to have you ferried down to your husband's side.

It didn't take long. The adrenaline of battle had waned slightly, replaced by a new sensation. The need to claim. The need to have and to sow, not only destroy.

Three weeks, he kept thinking of blood and smoke and too little rest, too little comfort.

But soon he would have you. He would have you to hold and to kiss and to bed again and again.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on the sky from where he knew the thunderhawk would return. He ran his tongue over his canines and daydreamed about you. "Father? Are you alright?" A younger blood angel asked and Sanguinius nodded. "Quite, I am just.. eager to see your mother again." "You must love her very much." "I do." He nodded and smiled down at his son, shifting his weight from one foot to another. The sound of roaring engines drew his gaze back to the sky. His wings fluffed in anticipation and he nearly took to the sky to intercept the ship to get to you faster, but he did not for fear of damaging the vessel and causing you harm. It landed and Sanguinius approached, his hearts hammering as he knew what awaited him within. Hauling open the door he entered, your personal escort of astartes turning and giving their father his due respect. "All of you out. I need some time to speak with your mother privately."

They didn't argue, stepping from the hawk without a question asked. They knew better than to impede on their gene sires alone time with his wife. The door hissed shut behind him leaving you both alone. "Sanguinius, I've missed you so much." You went to him, careful not to put your hand in a patch of blood. Which wasn't easy. "As I have you my dove." His body was trembling with need. The fighting was done for now. Now it was time for something else. "Gosh, Sangy, your armor is almost as red as our sons." You chuckled. Yes, your sons. Both of yours, Sanguinius adored how much his sons seemed to care for you.

Sanguinius fell to his knees taking you in his arms as he listened to the sound of your laugh. He hadn't heard anything so sweet in weeks. "Please, my dove, I know we've just reunited. But I need you." You nodded, needing him as well. There was a wild sort of desperation in his eyes that you recognized immediately. It was the same one you often saw after he returned from battle. "Of course my love. Let me just undress and then-"

He pounced without a moment's warning. Your back was on the floor and he was pulling his codpiece away with reckless abandon. shredding the body glove underneath with it. His fangs sank into the rich cloth of your dress, and with a jerk of his head was reduced to scraps of ragged fabric.

"Sangunius!" You gasped in shock. His tongue ran up your body, growling in frustration when he was impeded by the bra baring your chest from him. Sanguinius tore it away, the fabric and padding sundered as if they were nothing more than tissue paper. His tongue began again, his teeth snagging your underwear as he pulled it to lacey pieces.

Your fingers grasped at his golden locks. Your voice cried out wordlessly as he dug in, lapping at your entrance like a starving animal. The coppery scent of the dried blood on his armor made your head spin, and it certainly wasn't helped by the pleasure your husband was pressing upon you from between your legs. His name spilled from your lips in a whine as he let his tongue drift up farther, lapping over your body, tasting your skin. His cock throbbed, painfully hard as he locked his lips with yours, You could taste your own juices, and blood. Whose it had been you would never know. He would never tell, you would never ask. His cock pressed against your wet heat and he growled pushing into the tight clinging walls of his love after three weeks of being apart. He took your legs and easily pressed them up against your chest, holding them there with his body. Your hands went to his cheeks, your thumbs running over them in a quiet form of affection. "Oh my dove." He purred, eyes fluttering shut. "How I've missed you." Your reply ended abruptly as he pulled out and thrust back in. Your head fell back unto the cold metal floor as he fucked you. It was not gentle as it so often was, but animalistic and needy. His voice raised as he raked his finger over the floor, searching for some sort of purchase to stabilize himself. His wings shivered behind him, brushing the walls as he let out the pent up need that had been building.

All the blood he'd spilled, all the lives ended by his hands had been done for you. Outwardly they'd been for the imperium, for his father's dream. But that wasn't the reason in his hearts. Every time he'd closed his eyes he'd see you. Smiling up at him with a bundle of joy in your arms. Safe on yet another world brought to compliance by the efforts of himself and your sons. He loved how you took to them so immediately and how naturally the title of mother had come to you. Soon he would see you taking to the title in a whole new light.

You were panting and moaning under his armored body, practically squished against the floor as he pressed you down. Your walls clenched around him and he felt you cum at the same time you screamed his name. Your mind lost to the pleasure of taking your husband's cock after being apart for so damn long. "Yes, Dove, come for me." He growled, his voice rumbling through you. The utter bliss on your face drove him to the edge and he slipped over it, his wings flaring and beating against the walls of the thunderhawk. He poured his love into you, physically, emotionally and verbally. Petting your hairs as he cooed how much he loved you, adored you, needed you.

It wasn't how you had expected your time with him to go. At least not right away. Sanguinius rolled onto his back carrying you with him. You raised your head and laughed a little. "And here i was thinking i had missed you the most." Sanguinius kissed up your throat lovingly. "I have been needing you every day for three weeks." "So I see." You looked around and laughed some more. It looked like someone had taken a chain blade to a giant goose. "We made quite the mess." Bloodstained feathers littered the floor and Sanguinius looked around, joining you in your laughter. It felt good to laugh with such happiness. "That we did my dove. That we did."

He picked you up after a time and wrapped you in the fur that had hung from his armor. You didn't want to go, but there was clean up left to do. He promised to have you sent for again as soon as he possibly could.

Leaving the ship, his armor back in order his sons didn't quite look at him. Their cheeks red with embarrassment. But then again they hadn't been expecting their parents to rock a thunderhawk."Well my sons. shall we get back to it?" They all nodded eagerly and Sanguinius suppressed an amused smile knowing they'd likely never forget this. And the primarch wondered, just how those who had been close by would react when he and their mother inevitably announce the arrival of a new sibling. With a sigh he put the amusing thought aside and returned to his duties.

[teyamsgrl]

can you do a fic with Lo’ak Sully and a female human reader who has stretch marks? i’m so insecure of mine.

thank you for the request <3 LOVE THIS! i completely relate and i hope you know that you are so beautiful even with your stretch marks 🫶🏻 lo'ak loves youuuuuuu

just like me ✧ lo'ak

°˖➴ warnings: fem human reader, insecure reader, established relationship, l-bombs, comfort and reassurance from lo'ak 🫶🏻 - yawne: beloved, narlor: beautiful

it was already hard to look drastically different from your mate; the size difference being an obvious challenge, but your own insecurities never failed to make this feeling worse. you stood in front of the mirror in your room at the lab, only a bra on as you start to analyze the stretch marks across your torso and hips. your fingers graze over them, a spark of frustration building inside as you stare at the pink and white lines. you wished you could just erase them, swipe a cloth over them and remove them like makeup but you couldn't. as the tears started to well up in your eyes you hear some talking in the main lab area, recognizing lo'ak's voice from a mile away.

you grab the hoodie from your bed and slip it over your head, opening your door to go and greet your mate. "there she is" lo'ak smiles as he hears you padding into the lab area, opening his arms and crouching down slightly. you smile and hug around his neck tight, his long arms securely wrapping around you as he picks you up and spins you both around. "i'm gonna get dizzy!" you giggle, smacking gently at his back. "fine fine i'll stop" he laughs and sets you down, large hand engulfing your cheek as he kisses you. you hum and kiss back, melting under his touch. "sorry it took me a while to come, dad wanted to have a sully family meeting" he rolls his eyes and grabs your hand, heading down the hall to your room.

"he just wants to hold down the fort, honey" you giggle, shutting your room door behind you both. lo'ak sits on the edge of your twin bed, his large proportions always looking silly atop the small bed. "come" he pats his lap, ushering you over. you climb into his lap, feeling at home in an instant. "are you not warm in that?" his hands grip the hem of your sweater, your eyes widening at the thought of him removing your sweater. sure he had seen your body plenty of times, but you had gained more stretch marks even over the past couple of days and your brain was not prepared to let him see. "uh- no! quite comfy actually.." you grab at his wrists, dying to move them away. "yawne.. what is it?" his voice has now changed, a gentle and concerned undertone lacing through it.

"it's nothing, lo'ak.." you whisper, attempting to push his hands away but failing. "please.. you look so.. hurt" he expresses, looking into your eyes with his own that are glazed with pity, he just wanted to help his mate however he could. you couldn't hold back the tears, the dam breaking as you fall into lo'ak's shoulder, wetting it with your tears. "the- the marks, stretch marks... i hate them" you whine out through your sniffles, slumping into his much larger torso. "narlor... why do you hate them? they are a part of you" he whispers, hands stroking your back effortlessly as you continue to cry. "they're ugly... just lines all over my hips and stomach, they are so obvious" you sigh and pull back from his neck, still avoiding his eyes. "hey.." his hand gently holds your chin, turning your face to look at him.

"they are not ugly, nothing about you is ugly. they are natural and nothing to be insecure of... you are my beautiful mate, and i love your stretch marks, you don't deserve to feel this upset over some marks that are a part of your body" he speaks so softly with you, eyes boring into yours and filled with so much adoration. "you love them?" your voice is still in a whisper, hands holding his biceps as he speaks. "i do, so much. they're your own stripes, just like how the na'vi have their stripes. you're just like me" he smiles at you and you can't resist the tug at your lips, smile spreading across your face as well.

"that's my girl" he kisses your forehead gingerly a few times as his hands trail under your sweater to hold your waist, holding protectively there. "i love you so much, thank you for being here with me.." you say as you relax under his touch. "i love you so much too, i will support you no matter what it is, i just want you to feel beautiful, because you are" you lean in and kiss him with so much care, head completely blank of any insecurity. lo'ak never failed to make you feel better in an instant.

[gabessquishytum]

Is too kinky a thing here? Cos I feel like it probably isn't but this might qualify.

Anyhow...

So the ask with Warprize!Hob being kept in his cock cage so long that he can barely cum anymore and Dream thinking about how else he should change his pretty pet got me thinking that his majesty probably would like to be able to have fresh milk for his breakfast every morning. And the Hoboobies are already so nice to grab onto they'd look even better all filled out.

It takes a few days of rubbing magic salve into his tits before they start to swell and don't they just look wonderful when they do? Dream makes sure that he gets all sorts of pretty new jewels and finely made bralets that don't quite cover everything to show off his chest. There's even a little golden cow bell for around his neck once Dream decides that he can't ever go back to not sucking Hob's tits dry each morning.

Oh no baby there is no such thing as too kinky. Not in my house <3

And I’m also uhhhh. Very into this.

At first Hob thinks that it’s just a very elaborate chest massage, and he’s feeling quite appreciative that Dream spends day after day rubbing his pecs with this pleasant smelling salve. And then his tits start to ache, just a little. His nipples are red and his skin is kind of itchy? Dream just gives him a sympathetic smile and gives him another massage. It might help with the swelling, after all.

Within days, Hob’s chest has grown soft and padded with extra flesh. There’s no point avoiding the subject - he’s got proper big tits now, that jiggle when he walks. A few more days, and there’s milk coming in and beading on his perky nipples. Just as Dream wanted.

The milk is sweet and smooth and the perfect treat for a king. Dream doesn’t often crave food or drink but he can’t resist Hob’s swollen tits. The more he drinks the more milk comes in, until Hob is nearly constantly leaking. Dream’s ribs no longer show in the way they did before because he’s been consuming so much of the rich liquid.

Hob likes to complain that his breasts are so heavy and inconvenient, but he’s actually rather pleased with them. He has so many pretty outfits that show off his cleavage and just a scandalous slip of nipple. If he wants Dream’s attention, all he has to do is shove his chest up in the king’s face and Dream will immediately drop everything to see what his beloved pet wants.

Dream has a bra made for Hob that’s designed with an imitation cow print, expecting it to amuse him… only to find that Hob wears it every other day, and especially when there are visitors at court. It’s important to put on a good show for guests, right?

[restlesscrybaby]

Jack and his s/o taking a shower/bath together? 👀

GAAAH YOU GUYS READ MY MIND!!! I WAS JUST WRITING THIS IN MY NOTESSS EEEEEE!!!

A good day to be horny for Horner!

~ JACK HORNER BATHING WITH HIS S/O HEADCANONS. ~

~ 'I feel so filthy, so disgusting,' ~

☆ CONTENT WARNING : SMUT, NSFW THEMES, ☆

♧ SMUT CONTAINS: Degradation, praise, hair pulling, roughness, ♧

☆ MINORS. DNI. ☆

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

You eased your way into the bathroom, the door creaking upon your entry. You didn't shut it, as you slid into the empty bathroom. The door creaking open still, steadily as you looked around the place you found so familiar yet, almost not. The large counter, two sinks planted upon the inside. The large mirror that hung above it, with lights around it, like you were some celebrity. The oak wood floors, the light that hung on the other side of the bathroom, where the toilet was. However, another light center of the room as well. A rooftop light that shined down, showcasing the inside of the bathroom, but not in a too open spot. The large bathtub, that was a shiny white. It probably got cleaned everyday, all day.

Yes, you've been here a lot, you could say, but it felt so unfamiliar at the same exact time.

You strided towards the bathtub,

Oh, you had planned to take a bath with your beloved boyfriend, Jack.

Your hand curled around the knob of the tub, a perfect, circular shape made out of silver metal. You twisted, right to click it on.

You could hear the water through the pipe, before it gushed and splashed upon impact of the tub. You turned it, all the way up, heat bubbling to its highest... You could leave it at that, but being nice to your lover boy was always good..

Plus, God knows if you could handle that heat anyway.

Your hand snaked towards the other knob, twisting it to the right as well. Cold water shot out the pipe faster, but it wasn't too cold. You felt the water with your spare hand, the other messed with the cold water knob. Until..

Jussttt..

Right.

He could hear his own head echoing those words. He watched in the doorway, his shoulder leaned up against the doorway. His arms crossed, his right hand placed upon his left upper arm, his left hand had slid under his right elbow. His weight placed onto one of his feet, as he watched you adjust the water.

... God.

He loved it.

You grabbed the stopper. A beige rubber one, one you needed to get replaced anyway, you didn't even want to check if there was some kind of mold planted on the bottom of it... But, you didn't question it, just popped it into the drain to stop the water from running out into it.

Your pupils focused on the stopper, before they snapped up towards one of the two mirrors planted on the walls by the bathtub. Your eyes met his teal ones, that had some kind of gleam in them.

You dared question how long he had been watching,

But, he dared answer by saying you needed to get undressed,

...

Whatever...

But, he watched..

How your thumbs hooked on the waistband of your underwear and pants, how you snaked them down your legs. Bare flesh greeting his hungry eyes. How you slipped it off your feet, only to let them drop upon the floor. Bah!

He couldn't care about the clothes!

He watched how your hands clasped onto your shirt, how you pulled it off your torso, how it unveiled even more flesh you hid from him throughout the day.

How... You unhooked your bra ( SKIP for males obvi!! ), slipping the spaghetti straps off with the padding and hooks with the straps...

How it dropped onto the floor, because you let it..

How your breasts were, now, exposed, for his hungry vision to indulge in. To eat up.

But, your pupils caught glimpse of his. You traced where he was looking. You could only roll your eyes in response, this is how he reacts? Like an animal?

Whatever...

Oh, but he couldn't help it..

Yes, like an animal, but he just.. Couldn't help himself, atleast when it came to you.

But, he slipped off his dark plum-colored coat, while you grabbed a thing of bodywash. Something confetti vanilla smelling, you couldn't care more for it. You just opened the pop tab, that opened a small, rectangular crevice to let all the wash drizzle out. Turning it over, you held it over the bathtub, more of so, where the water was gushing out the most. A harsh squeeze, and a sputter escaped the bottle, showing it was trying hard to do its job, as soap drizzled out the nozzle. Bubbles foaming, only to start expanding in size as more and more began to foam.

You clicked the nozzle shut, it let out a clarifying click to signal it was officially shut. You set it down, not too far, just right beside the hot water knob.

He unbuttoned his vest, one by one, the small buttons popped off. Once it was done, he slid off the pie-designed vest, letting it hit the ground too, meh. He had multiple sets, that's what every rich person had anyway! He grabbed ahold of the knot of his necktie, that was a dusty lilac color, more faded, to be honest. But, he undid it, sliding off the fabric from around his neck, only to let it fall onto the floor.

One, by one, from the very top,

Buttons popped off of a white dress shirt,

More and more,

He piqued your interest.

Oh, you loved his body.

As the shirt became more and more undone, the more his body became known to you. The hair on his chest curled, in beautiful lilac curls that rested on his large chest. That skills trickled down, helping guide itself towards his belly button. That was becoming more and more seen. Ohhh...

The last button.

The clarifying pop, as it was all done, his shirt practically tearing open upon the last button being undone. He had started to slide one of his arms out of it...

But, you seen his happy trail. How it curled down, leading you to a place you wanted to see so very bad.

One side off...

It dangled behind him, as he could tear off the other side easier now.

You could see his stretch marks, that masked the sides of his tummy, in a beautiful design. Maybe like lightning scars, but you wouldn't tell him that.

His white button-up fell to the floor, with a sad fwomp sound.

Oh god..

You felt like you couldn't watch.

His large hands traveled to the waistband of his pants, curling towards the buttons at his crotch. One, by one, the buttons popped off. His index and thumb pinched the small zipper, that hid away your surprise. And...

A small hushed sound was heard,

Not hushed,

It was a zip sound.

You looked away, you couldn't look any longer.

You just decided to sink into the bath...

You dipped one of your feet into the tub, greeted with arays of warmth and comfort of a nice bubblebath...

You dipped your other one in, feeling as the water rised up, more and more, up your ankles, halfway up your calves...

But, you easily settled down, feeling the water surround you, bubbles hugging onto your naked body like a desperate need, begging you to stay with them almost...

You closed your eyes.

It was nice, honestly.

The nice smell, the warm water, the sound of the water running and gushing upon the other source of itself, almost like it cheered to be reunited with it,

It wasn't half bad...

But, you felt the water rise. Very much.

And, something turned the water off.

You opened your eyelids, your pupils greeted with the world infront of you. They scattered around, before locking upon the mirror across from you...

Oh, he was in with you...

He leaned against the back of the bath, his arms hanging off the side of the tub. His eyes were closed too, a smug smile curling upon his lips in enjoyment..

Oh...

Haha...

Of course, silence rang throughout the bathroom as you two relaxed...

You closed your eyes, still sitting all the way up as you wrapped your arms around yourself, your hands placing themselves upon the opposite shoulders. Your knees curled towards your chest, as you tried to stay scooted towards the front so he'd have more room...

But, as the world of daydreams surrounded your head in a fog,

His world of daydreams surrounded his head in a fog.

Oh, god... His eyes draped open, half-lidded as he gazed upon your bare flesh infront of him. A hickey adorned your neck, more of, tje crevice of it, where it dipped to extend out to your shoulder. The tinted skin had yellow speckles spattered upon it...

You couldn't help but think of all the tines you two enjoyed yourselves...

It wouldn't be too bad in the bath, righhhh--

You felt a large hand upon your back. The tip of his pointer finger started at the top of your spine, as it trailed down. Following the curve of your spine...

Oh god...

Goosebumps..

Your head tilted back, as your eyes fluttered open... He used his top teeth, pulling in the flesh of his bottom lip. Before releasing it. His chubby face blinded by the need for appeal, for feeling.

He loomed over you, as you opened your mouth to speak.

But, his plump lips met yours, in some Spiderman kiss like maneuver, but not fully upside down. His lips overlapped yours, a rush of senses echoing your body,

Your eyes draping closed. Sloppy, yet, somehow also so clean. He always seemed to understand what to do...

Your hand delicately grazed over his cheek, a shiver of sensuality tingled his body, as you slid a hand onto the back of his head. Fingers intertwining locs of purple hair, strands catching within your fingers. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, as his senses took over his as well.

A large hand curled around your side, snaking towards your breasts, easily pushing your knees and arm out the way of the one he wanted to feel. He cupped one within his oversized hand, as he kneaded a tad into the delicate skin. You couldn't help but shiver, heat pooling into your lower half. Or, was that the water getting hotter?

Nah,

That was you.

His index and thumb gently curled towards your nipple..

Giving it a harsh squeeze, a shriek escaping from between your lips. Against his.

A sinister chuckle left his, as he pulled his mouth away, his head pulling away. His hands pulling away from your bare flesh, that was practically set aflame by his touch.

Your pupils snapped to look towards the mirror, but you felt it served no purpose. You turned your torso towards him, now facing his large stature. He had a smug smirk planted upon his face.

"What?," He asked, almost tauntingly, "Come on. Don't tell me just THAT turned you on!" He laughed, as his head leaned back just slightly.

Oh, he was trying to taunt you.

You fluttered eyelashes at him, as you fully turned your waist towards him, now entirely facing him. A quivering bottom lip, lust fogging over your head as you gawked at the man who taunted you.

"Jack, please, I j--" But, you were cut off.

"Please what? Don't stutter, it makes ME look bad!"

But, you halted. The words confused you, almost,

Makes HIM look bad?

But, an angry scowl formed on his face. His pupils dilated, his eyes widening as brows furrowed. His top lip sneered back, as he let out a throaty growl.

"Spit it out!,"

His voice cracked like one of a whip, causing you to spill out you wanted him to touch you more..

To enjoy you more..

Oh, and just that, he'll do.

With a snap of his fingers, he commanded you to stand.

You listened, obviously. You lifted yourself to tense legs, bubbles drizzling down your body, down every curve that he adored so very much...

With another command, which he seemed to enjoy, he demanded you out.

With gentle steps, you snaked out the bath, so much for relaxation, but not every relaxation needs some kind of bathtime.

Yet, he didn't give you a command just yet...

But, he looked towards his nails on his hand. Inspecting them.

A glare shot your way.

What were you waiting for?

He snapped, another angry sneer as he commanded you towards him.

Yoi strutted to him. Oh my, you couldn't help it, it's always that harsh..

Stern...

Ahem!

You stood by where he sat in the bath, as he kept inspecting his nails. Not turning to look at you, he commanded you to turn and bend over for him.

This was humiliating...

But, you did as told..

You really did have juices pooling out of you, and I mean, already, you had been getting turned on imagining the past times you two fucked!!

You were tinged with arousal, yet somehow also embarrassment...

But, you felt a thumb prod towards your entrance. Not going in, but feeling the slick that dripped out your hole, your face melting into shock. Oh god--

"Ahh.. Already so wet for me! Just what I expected," He cooed out, as his thumb traveled down your folds, to the circular center. He placed a gentle touch to it, only to result in a shocked gasp from you, as he rubbed a soft circle into the sensitive center, "I mean, you're nothing more than some kind of brothel whore anyway! I mean, this wet? Ha."

Of course, he wouldn't lie. It turned him on. This wet, already, for him, guhhh... A twitch eroded in his cock, the desperate need for desire... To be satisfied.

You let out little pants, only slight mews escaping your lips as he tediously rubbed at your beautiful center.

But, his thumb traveled back up to your entrance, prodding at it once more. More juices had started to seep out, showing how ready you were for him.

It was time for him to get out.

You felt his finger snatch away from you, as water splashed behind you. He was getting out. You began to try to fully stand up, but a harsh hand slammed onto your back. He wanted you to stay bent.

You better do as told.

He took an easy step out, before taking one more.

He drank up every bit of bare flesh that he could see perfectly infront of him, that was ready for any touch that needed him.

You both were practically on fire.

You couldn't help it,

How his cock stood out so much, the prominent vein protruding out the side, the peach-colored tip that finished his cock, hoe you travel down you find his pelvis. Just above his cock, rested curls of beautiful pubes, neatly trimmed and taken care of.

Oh god..

You couldn't help it...

You stood up fully, but anger boiled inside him. But,

Your fingers curled just below the tip, steadily stroking down to the very base of his cock. He could've practically bottomed out, how slow your hand moved, how sultry you looked at his large shaft that rested in your hand.

Your hand stroked back up, slowly sliding your fingers around the most sensitive part...

His tip. You used the tip of your pointer finger, easily rubbing the little hole, as his body shivered. Oh god...

He put a hand on your head, as your eyes focused off of his cock. You looked up to him. Fluttering eyelashes finished off a look to him.

Oh god damn.

Pools of drool threatened to spill out his mouth, as he commanded you to turn back around and bend again, his voice even more like a whip...

You did as told..

"Good fuckkinnggg girll.." He cooed out, as a large hand curled around your waist, holding you in place as he shifted and stumbled forward only slightly. His large tip prodded at your entrance, his other hand grabbing the base of his cock. He positioned it just right, as he slowly slipped the tip of himself in.

Oh god.

You both could've bottomed out.

But. He let out a throaty mutter of cusswords, as you felt your mind start getting taken over..

He pushed more of himself in, before he got all the way in. Balls deep.

You could feel him invading your every inch, every tight wall of yourself, as you bared gritted teeth. It felt good.

Yet, he bottomed out, how you quivered on him upon his size. It's like you'd never get used to it.

As he pulled himself out, he drilled himself back in, only to hear you sputter out cusswords.

"Fuckkyeahh-- You're so-- Mmm-," He throatily groaned out, animalistic thrusts caving into your very being. Your entire existence being demolished by the very man you called your love. "Fucking tight-- And fucking wet-- Yeah, let me-- Fuckinghell- RUIN you with,, ahh~, this cock." He sputtered out, as his feet readjusted, holding him even more still. His other hand slithered up your back, as the rhythmic sounds of skin against skin echoed the empty bathroom, only you and him.

Your chest was practically about to explode, as his hand snagged onto your hair. He couldn't have any care, gripping hair that was close to your head.

You let out a cry in pain, but it only made him go quicker. Sloppier, the sounds of your juices against his cock sounded like your vagina asked for help.

"Mmm-- Yeah, take it, take it slu-- Slut, take my fucking-- Cock-" He drooled, practically howling with pleasure.

The only other thing was your desperate cries, throaty moans, and loud whimpers. Your hand had already slammed against the bathtub to secure yourself.

"Yes! Yes! Pleaseee! Beagoodboy-- And ruin me.."

Those words.

It clicked inside him.

His hand that held onto your waist snaked towards your clit, feeling the swollen center that ran the entirety of your pleasure.

Holy shhhiii--

You felt nothing.

Nothing but an increasing in your senses down there.

Warmth.

Fire.

Need.

Want.

You drooled, your head limp. But you couldn't hang it down, his hand gripped you much tighter.

Ruining.

Your entire mind was melting, his words melting together...

Before.

BOOM.

A wave of senses crashed over you, quivering legs as he let out a chuckle.

Oh, but he got sloppier. His thrusts losing the original pattern that had been in, your heartbeat echoed the walls of you.

His cock twitched inside you, his high coming, and coming quick, but he still chased it. Yet, he couldn't just cum inside you...

He forced himself out, as you panted. His hands let go of you, but only to toss you like one of a toy, forcing you upon your knees infront of him.

One of hands stroked himself, in a quick, sloppy manner. Your juices coated his cock in a protective sheet of wetness, as his head reared back. Only to lift back up.

Want.

Need.

"Look. Look. LOOK UP AT ME." He snapped his jaws at you, as his cock twitched, his tip a red now from all the pleasure, from.the need to cum. "Don't stop loooo-- fuckfuckfuck-- Looking, please don't stop looking, holySHIT--"

You glanced up to him, eye to eye...

Suddenly, the high he chased came crashing down on him like a tidal wave, his own eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Hot juices sputtered onto your face, your eyes instinctly closing as he stuttered out some final words, but you couldn't quite make them out..

He stroked out his high, as you sat upon the floor and let it rain over you..

...

Wow...

You didn't quite expect that..

But, he let out a sigh.

Sweat caused you twos hair to stick to your faces, sweat dripping down you twos foreheads..

But, he walked over to the clothes, as he started to pick up thr clean ones to change into..

Typical Jack..

Let yourself wobbly stand up.

You tried. You surely did...

Your lucky he didn't mark you, honestly...

But, through the mirrors above the sink he stood up, he watched,

A smirk curling on the tips of his plump lips,

Heh.

He's always got a trick up his sleeve.

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~ 'Would you bathe me?' ~

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ENJOY!!

Bexausw this isn't a full length fanfiction I didn't put too much details or etc!!

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[quackery-binx]

sports bras with removable pads, my beloveds

[maria-ze]

| shop for clothes |

Singapore shops with showrooms

You move to a new climate, new lifestyle and dress code. Local brands have been here forever and they already nailed how to deal with all of this and will be your best partners for the the wardrobe update.

I'm a minimalist and a fan of simple lines, black-and-white and natural color palette and dense high-quality fabrics, so all the brands below will follow this pattern.

Singapore brands

from there on - the first asian brand I discovered (not 100% sure it's Singaporean). reminds me of the beloved GATE31 from Saint-Petersburg in the "forever summer" setting and with cheaper prices (it's likely the only time I'll say something is cheaper here). Love the lining and thick jersey that still does not make you feel hot. I have items in sizes s-l that fit my european s-m. Showroom in Orchard.

THE FORM - basic and minimalist clothes with high quality and good prices. They have both nordic and asian vibe. Probably my favourite brand here, own few identical office items in different color. I go for m-l sizes to better fit my hight. 2 showrooms - Raffles City and Orchard.

Love, Bonito - the most pink and girly shops in SG. It took me time to notice great minimalistic clothes hidden in this pink walls. Despite being asian fit focused, they propose wide range of sizes. Absolute love - numerous padded pieces that let you go without a bra. Outlets in almost all big malls.

the editor's market - everyday fashion, accessorise and homeware. Plenty of outlets, good selection of casual and business pieces, quality seems fine, colors are natural and sophisticated, both classic and edgy designs. For some reason I never bought anything there - feel overwhelmed by the selection in the shops and sizes feel asian-small, but still recommend.

Southaven - reasonably priced brand with nice clothes and accessories that do not shed. I saw a lot of bad reviews blaming the quality. Well, some designs, fabrics and colors do look and feel cheap, but I own few great pieces I wear on repeat and have zero regrets. 3 outlets in Orchard and one by East Coast park.

Sans and Sans - smart and mature (in a good way) clothes. I consider them a local COS - neat and edgy designs with affordable prices. I find european models in outlet designs and webpage a bit confusing and fits seem to be more aisan that stops me for trying on every time I reach the outlets, but I still find them very imperssive.

Charles & Keith - shoes and bags that are a national treasure. Casual, fun and official, affordable. If you feel you saw it somewhere - you probably did - partly because there's plenty of outlets and people wearing them, partly because of the vivid styles, and last but not least because of the referencing or copping the current runway trends (no judgment, still love them).

Reckless Erica - the most feminine brand of all with prints, flying skirts and all that romance, but still quite minimalistic. Design studio visits by appointment only.

I'll keep on updating

[xen0lush]

I'm reminded of the time she said my boobs were too hard... beloved that is a padded bra and why are u hitting me on the tit?

[thegameoflovemindberries]

Laying his beloved across the bed, diagonally, Nikki began to undress Jane without stopping the kiss. Fortune was so on his side that even the bra − the eternal male puzzle − succumbed to Six at the first touch. The rough, wet pads of his fingers slid along his back, slightly pressing on the protruding vertebrae and shoulder blades. After stripping Johnson naked, he ran his fingers along her stomach, descending to her pubis and labia. Startled, she reflexively brought her legs together, clutching the vocalist's palm just at her pussy.He grinned, not stopping kissing her, and ran his fingers between her labia. Shuddering again and arching her back, the girl threw back her head and exhaled sharply. Not accustomed to such caresses, the body succumbed to them with even excessive sensitivity, from kisses on the neck and careful stroking Jane quickly flowed, and soon a barely discernible squelching was heard in the silence. When he began to insert his fingers into her, she was no longer able to completely restrain her moans. Leaving alone the neck already dotted with hickeys, the rocker began to descend lower: he lightly bit the collarbones and nipples, kissed the flat stomach.

Then, with a quiet giggle, burying his nose in light, surprisingly soft and inconspicuous pubic hair, the guy started cunnilingus. His tongue slid along his lips, between them, the bassist inserted it instead and together with his fingers, and his beloved girl arched, trembled and fidgeted. Her hands moved erratically, now clutching the blanket, now grabbing the pillow, now clinging to his long hair, now scratching his shoulders. Quiet swearing and whispering about how good she was warmed up no worse than a glass of whiskey. "My happiness alone has a bittersweet taste," flashed through the rocker's thoughts.

− Nikki... - a pleading moan in a trembling voice.

With a loud long-drawn cry, which probably everyone heard, they came at the same time. Johnson also came, Six knew it by the way she clenched and shook after that.

−Jane, I love you, the black-haired guy muttered, barely moving his tongue

[narts-kakashi-doll]

Look what I just spent an hour on lol

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Hi it's my first time here, I can order something with Brahms Heelshire and Billy, in their first declaration of "I love you" to their beloved, of course could have nsfw.

Brahms Heelshire & Billy (1974) x Female Reader

First time saying "I love you."

https://ko-fi.com/slasher_rabbit

Underthecut - NSFW, Fingering

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms popped another chocolate-covered raisin into his mouth. Audibly chewing on the tasty cheat. He shook the purple coloured box in front of you, "Princess, want some?"

You snapped your attention to Brahms, "Huh," You raised a brow to the box, "No, no thank you." You brought your attention back to the show he chose to watch. A Room with a View.

You had asked, pestered even if he really wanted to watch a romance movie.

He held you tightly by your arms, the tips of his fingers dug into you "I want to watch this with you!"

Daniel Day-Lewis and Helena Boham Carter were on the screen, tentative looks shared between the two.

Brahms leans into you, an arm wrapping around your shoulders, "Enjoying yourself?" He asks while placing a kiss on your temple.

"Yes, Brahms." You lift your lips up to catch his cheek in a kiss.

He whips his face around at the right time to steal a kiss. He gives an excited moan as you pull him down with you into the couch.

Brahms runs his large hands over your front, groping your chest, hands impatiently ripping off your top. His eyes fell to your chest, he sucks in a breath, your breasts being cupped by your light blue bra and the gold necklace that hung low on your chest.

He runs his finger along the gold chain, his rough pad ghosts over the flower pendant, "You look so beautiful wearing this," He kisses above it "Wearing what I got for you," He swallows hard, another kiss, "I love you, like this, I love that you do this for me." He brought his face back up to yours, a deep longing kiss.

"I love that you love it," You place a hand on his bearded cheek, "I love it." You kiss him, lip quivering, your stomach in a knot. The simple phrase 'I love you.' is on the tip of your tongue.

"I love you." an energetic tone to his voice, "I love you, Princess." He says it again between kisses, "I love you."

He pulls down your pants, his thumbs hooking around the waistband of your panties.

You suck in a breath, a shaky and anxious "I love you." Left your lips.

Brahms let out a content sigh at your affirmation. He pulls down his trousers, freeing his erect cock, "Show me you love me." He dips his tongue past your lips as he snakes a hand to your cunt, a long finger dipping past your wet folds. "Cum for me." He swipes his middle finger over your clit, a confident laugh as you arch your back and let out a content sigh.

Billy (1974)

You managed to get Billy out of the sorority house, dragging him to a Chinese restaurant you frequented as a child, still friends with the owner's children.

"You'll love this place, Billy, I promise!" You gleefully drag him along, the cold air nipping at both your noses. Billy was bundled up like he was ready to traverse the arctic, you in a peacoat and stylish winter hat.

The bell clangs above your head as you swung the door open, a chorus of hellos and how are yous rang through the small restaurant.

Billy, sunk the lower half of his face into his puffy green jacket, his cheeks held a pink hue that was not from the crisp air.

"Oh, Y/n! Look at you! And...Willy!" Mr. Chen greets you and 'Willy'

"Billy," You correct, "Billy, and me are here for some egg rolls, rice, and mooncakes for dessert." Wasn't the most traditional Chinese meal but enough for Billy to start with.

The two of you sat, talking about how your classes were going, how you couldn't stand some of the sorority sisters, petty girl shirt that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things but always hurt in the moment.

"So, I said to Mr. Krueger, I was all," You shove some rice in your mouth and swallow it quickly to continue, "I had to work a double shift, sorry teach, but I have to pay for school in some way." A bite into your egg roll, "The unfunny bastard gave me a one-day extension! One day! He found it funny."

Billy fought the inspired smile that threatened to spread across his face. Every little flash of annoyance, to the way you twirled your hair, how you made sure no food was going to fall off your fork before you lifted it o your mouth. The way you lit up when you looked directly into his eyes.

"I love you."

You pause, a fork full of rice inches from your lips, the pause felt like hours, but was mere seconds, "excuse me?"

Billy sucks in a harsh breath, "No, nothing." His chest heaves, scratching his neck under the tall collar.

"I love you too, Billy."

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You and Billy drag each other to your room, his hands running all over you, one hand on the railing to steady himself as he continues to shove his tongue into your mouth.

"Fuck, Billy." You whimper into the kiss, as he pushes you into your door. You hastily unlock it, slamming it shut urgently.

"On the bed, the bed now, clothes off," Both of you tearing at each other's clothes, sweaters being thrown onto the floor and chair, pants and underwear in a pile on the floor.

He's crawling over you, fingers working into your cunt, scissoring two into you, lips capturing your haughty moans,

"I love you," You states, "I love you," He affirms, "Love me, love your Billy?"

"I love you, Billy."

"Good."