#the man is not flat of tummy OR chest and we love that for him

[good-realtor-bad-realtor-dynamic]

Taken from these posts: (1) (2 and 4) (3) (5)

And I mean this right here is just fucking legendary.

Match 17 (Loser's One)

[snowball-doie]

| pairing: Haechan x gn!Reader ; Yuta x gn!Reader ; Jaehyun x gn!Reader

| information: 18+ MDNI. Haechan and Jaehyun's happy trails. Yuta's arm pit hair. Licking/kissing body hair. Arm pit kink(?) Blowjobs. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Creampie(s). Mentions of sex toys, bondage, light impact play (slapping). Mild body worship. Drool. Light dacryphilia. Haechan's more on the subby side for this one. Yuta def the nastiest one, goddamn...

| aurora's note: I'm a ride or die for soft tummy Hyuck.... If you don't agree...... this one's prob not for you... Also, please check out my dynamics page for more info on switch!Haechan, Dom!Yuta, and Daddy!Dom!Jaehyun!

HAECHAN | even before you started dating, hyuck had been shy about his body. he was confident, that wasn't the problem, it was just that he didn't care to show himself off to the rest of the world like some of his other members did. it was their choice to do that. haechan wanted to save himself for whoever he'd fall in love with, because he wanted every bit of him to be theirs. the first time you saw him naked, you were taken aback by him-- he freaked out, thinking that you disliked what you saw, but it was the exact opposite, you were so enamored that you couldn't take your eyes or hands off of him. you started by littering tons of hickies around his neck, collarbones, chest, and even his stomach. oh, fuck, you loved how his stomach tensed the further down you went. he begged you for more... he was so embarrassed when you hesitated around his stomach, admiring it for a moment before you put all your attention on his small happy trail. he shaved it a bit. it was like he appreciated the act of grooming himself, but understood the necessity of having something there too-- and he conformed a bit to the expectations of korean men by keeping some hair. "wait--" he moaned when you laid your tongue flat against the bottom of his happy trail and licked upwards. he shivered. "wait, that's..." but another moan got caught in his throat when you did it again while looking up at him through your lashes. oh, fuck, he was so madly in love with you. no one appreciated every inch of his body the way you did. no one understood him like you did. after that, hyuck wasn't shy after that. the slip ups on stage where his shirt would come up too high and reveal his happy trail, it made him grin to think that you were watching and dreaming of getting to touch him again. when he got more cocky, he began lifting his shirt up to reveal his stomach-- sometimes he regretted it when he'd get home and you'd have him pinned under you for hours on end, draining orgasm after orgasm out of his body. but that didn't stop him from doing it again.

YUTA | the man with no shame whatsoever was yuta nakamoto. that man was willing to try anything and everything with you, and whatever was throwing his way in conversation or in the middle of sex would make him fall more in love with you. "sir, can we try out this new toy i found online?" "yes, darling, i'd love that." and then he'd torture you until you were begging him for mercy, and then some for good measure. nothing seemed to be out of bounds for him, it always came down to what you wanted and what your hard no's were. honestly, even you were a bit shocked when things took a turn one thursday night after he'd come straight home from the airport after being in china for a week. yuta loved to have his hands on you. the second he was through the door, he was leading you towards the bedroom, mumbling things about how he was going to fuck you so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk until you had to go to work on monday-- until then, you were all his. when he had you on the bed, your arms were immediately pinned over your head so that he could show his dominance. it worked. you immediately fell in line for his kisses and the way he fucked his cock in and out of you at a blissfully quick pace. but there was something distracting you. something you usually didn't pay too much attention to. he hadn't shaved in a while-- in fact, in preparation for his solo album, and in protest of his company's grooming expectations, yuta refused to shave his arm pits, and during his week away it seemed he was really letting it show. the tweets. oh, fuck, they were getting to you more than you realized. leaning your head up, you kissed the underside of yuta's arm. he shivered like it tickled, but he didn't stop you from kissing closer and closer until you stopped out of your own shyness. "do it." it wasn't a question, it wasn't a reassurance that it was okay to do, it was a flat out demand from your Dom that you couldn't ignore. so you swallowed your pride then kissed the thick patch of hair in his arm pit. yuta grinned. "dirty thing, aren't you? missed me that much?" you nodded in agreement. yuta continued to fuck you until your legs were shaking and your head was spinning, and he made sure you were stuffed full of his cum. fuck, you really were obsessed with every inch of him, weren't you? and of course he would never let you forget it. any time he wore a sleeveless shirt, yuta would make sure to stretch his arms over his head, or he'd corner you against the wall and put one of his arms next to your head while he leered over you. he loved how you were capable of worshipping every inch of his body. and he loved how embarrassed you got whenever he'd tell you to be dirty again and kiss or lick the patch of hair in his armpits. if you were too shy to do it, he'd grab you roughly, give your cheeks a few light slaps, and tell you to be good for him.

JAEHYUN | he loved to watch you drool. truly. it didn't matter if it happened when he fucked you for so long that you'd gone dumb and couldn't think about anything aside from his thick cock going in and out of your tight hole, or if it were when he fucked your face. you just looked so cute. struggling to take his entire length in your mouth, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, moans gurgling in the back of your throat as you tried to decide if you wanted to fight him off or let him continue to use you. it usually boiled down to the latter. all that drool at the base of his cock, it made jae's eyes cross. oh, but best of all was whenever he'd tip right over the edge finally, so he would grab your hair roughly and force you to take every single inch in your mouth, regardless of how difficult it could be, and your nose would be forced against the prickly texture of his pubes that he loved to show off to fans. after finishing down your throat with a hefty grunt, jaehyun would release you, watching as you gasped for air, drool and cum leaking everywhere. no, no. that wasn't sufficient. you were better than that. "clean up your mess for daddy." you'd obediently begin licking up the cum from his softening cock, his balls, and then when you were sure you'd done a good job, he'd tsk his tongue and force you to lick everything up from his pubic hair. "that's it... you're doing so good... make sure to get every drop." no one would ever know the nasty things he had you do for him, not even when he'd leave you in bed to rest behind closed doors while stylists would swarm the rest of the hotel suite to get him ready for the fashion show where he'd be showing off that same happy trail he had your nose buried in mere hours prior.

[loaksbitch]

i want neteyam’s head between my thighs. that’s it. that’s the thought. brought to you by midnight and tipsy 😖 anon

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“that’s it, that’s my girl.” — neteyam sully (⨳)

we all know neteyam is the good ol’ perfect soldier and warrior, but oh well, not only in fight but in tongue. — pretty anon, you just have gave me the best idea ever!

warnings : agedup!neteyam, puthy eating, slight teasing, licking, clit stimulation.. lmk if i gotta add anything!

“‘teyam.”

you’re going to be the death of him. neteyam takes your soft mewls as a boost and laps on your folds with more greed. “mm-hm.” he would moan onto your cunt, sending vibrations into you that have you curling your toes.

he loves how your hold tightens on his braids, pulling on his locks that sent him hissing and stuffing his face into your nub. fuck, you were hot mess for him.

neteyam brought his eyes up only to be met with your hazy amber eyes. both of you holding onto the fiery gaze for several moments, pouty lips parted and your moan surfacing to the air inside the hut your mate brought you.

neteyam leaned back, looking straight to your saturated folds and watching the beautiful mess he just created. “you’re so wet.” he tells you as if you’re not hyper aware of that. “sooo wet, princess.” he says, ghosting your clit with a kitten lick.

you gasp at the gesture, almost sitting on your hips when the pleasure strikes. “neteyam.” your tone was tinted with a glint of warning when the man between your thighs teases you.

whenever you wanted neteyam to go the right way? he always went to the right way but he needed to be begged. neteyam wanted to be begged by you. “tryna freak me out, baby?” his voice was so cutting edge and sharp with teasings.

“please, nete’ i need to feel you in me.” you manage to say and the gaze of the man in front of you darkens instantly. you bit your lips when his path towards your center came closer. neteyam’s pink tongue extended out, long and flat before it was dragged between your folds right to your sensitive cunt.

his eyes never left yours when he fucked your hole with his tongue.

you shuddered when you saw him tilt his head back, a clear and thin string of saliva connecting with your nectar. your throat hurts when you swallow hard, trying your hardest to not moan loudly and let the na’vi out from the hut know what’s going on inside.

“i love how you taste.” he was blunt with his words, whispering sweet nothings to you that only caused his hot breath to hit your folds.

neteyam held your body steady, swirling his tongue around your bud and flicking it softly but with the right amount of pressure. every time he did that, you felt the coil in your tummy tighten.

“hmgn..” you whimper and as the suction against your sex increased the strangled moans came out harsher and louder. neteyam was picking up on the early signs you’re showing, taking a hint that you’re close from your edge. “oh,” your mouth gaped in an ‘o’ shape when your mate slipped his finger inside your tight hole.

index and middle fingers still being inside of you neteyam curled his fingers in a ‘c’mere’ motion. he looked up at you, softly grazing his teeth on your nub while he fucked his fingers inside you.

your chest heaving up and down that overstimulation finding its way to your nerves which made you push neteyam’s head away but no, he only growled at you with annoyance. “don’t push me.” his fingers moved in ways you can’t just pinpoint.

your back arched and legs came closer, brain turned to mush and only a “i’m gonna, i’m g-gonna…” leaving your lips.

“come.” he demands, “c’mon, sweet girl, let go for me.” and you just did, you came just like you’re told and like a good girl you are.

neteyam watched you come undone with a carnal excitement and thread of pleasure. “that’s it.” he eased his finger out of you with a relieved sigh. “that’s my girl.” it felt like a pat on your head. neteyam was fast to cradle up to the hammock and take you into his arms while you collect your breath.

“you did so good for me.” a kiss was placed to your forehead and you on other hand just snuggle to his chest, too tired and spent, you just let yourself feel safe in his arms.

mooties taglist .. @justasimps-blog @love-chx @theycallmesia @fanboyluvr @sullyswife (lmk if i forgot you or want to be removed !)

[toxictigertonic]

Could we get a Franco Only headcannon list? I love how you make him so adorable and so sad. He needs the spotlight. He deserves it. (And then coil. Because you write him laugh out loud hilarious. But baby goes first)

You can't ask for Franco headcanons from me and not expect me to bring about the cringe,,, I apologize in advance.

FRANCO ONLY HEADCANONS

- He has a little bit of a tummy and he's a little self conscious about it I'm not taking this one back.

- If he gets crying hard enough he'll start hiccuping, and it's almost impossible for him to stop once he starts. He hates it so much, it makes him feel stupid.

- His vision is kinda shit but he always assumed it was bc of the head trauma. He has an astigmatism. Get him a pair of fucking glasses please.

- His pokemon team would be Tentacruel (bc poison and water), Kangaskhan (he wishes he was the baby), Vullaby (baby should have a mean looking baby pokemon), Salazzle (poison and... i think you understand), Garbador (he's so stinky), and Weezing (poison gas).

- His top three animal crossing villagers would be Vivian, Diana, and Hazel. He likes the pretty villagers and the big sister ones :)

- He'd love a happy meal from McDonald's, but he'd want extra fries instead of apple slices and when he didn't get them he'd throw it back through the window.

- Would benefit from a weighted blanket. I think he likes to be smooshed flat, not just in the freaky way, but in the pressure stim way too. It's comforting, it helps him calm down, and it's warm and toasty.

- If he lost his pacifier he'd throw and entire fit until he found it again. Screaming, throwing shit, turning furniture over, fighting others, he needs it back and he needs it back NOW. Sucking his thumb will not tide him over, either, the lack of it hanging against his chest makes him anxious.

- If not allowed to suck his own thumb, he will resort to sucking someone else's thumb instead. Yes, this is as horrifying as you think it is. Not as horrifying as him with the big grunt, but still, enough to make most reagents want to crawl under the docks for the rest of the trial.

- He's taking hangover naps in the middle of trials. He had one too many Wolf's Milks the night before and now he's groggy as shit. Catch him taking a nap curled up in a corner. A nice reagent throws a blanket/coat over him and he secretly gets emotional about it when waking up.

- If you make kissy sounds at him after he's made them at you, you better be ready to either run or kiss him. That's an invitation, this man is starved for every sort of attention, and he needs SMOOCHES.

Get this imp out of my head (I'm lying I love him being in my skull at all times)

[ticklish-n-stuff]

As we were gushing over in our DMs… 👀🤭

Domestic KavehTham

I'm sorry I can't think of a proper title lmao. Still, I hope I did these boys justice!💖

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Alhaitham x Kaveh domestic!au (romantic)

Lee: Alhaitham

Ler: Kaveh

Warnings: Tickles!

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After a long day at work, all Alhaitham could think of was going home. Home to the comfort he had built, and to the one he loved.

Kaveh's ears perked up from where he was laying on the couch, watching his boyfriend arrive with that usual, grumpy expression.

"Aww, tiring day?" there was no response, aside from the usual grumble the taller one would let out. Alhaitham dragged his feet over to the couch, flopping down face first right on top of Kaveh. Most people would probably get startled by the sudden weight dropped on them, but for Kaveh, this was a regular occurence. Alhaitham coming back all tired and grumpy, and Kaveh messing- I mean, taking care of him. So he accepted his partner with open arms, quickly wrapping him in a hug. Nimble fingers curling against the thin fabric of Alhaitham's shirt.

"Mph..." another grumble came out of the tired man, burrying his face against Kaveh's neck. Ahh... it smelled like home. He could fall asleep right there and then. Of course, Kaveh wouldn't make it so easy for him.

It didn't take long until Alhaitham felt some mischevious fingers sneak under his shirt. Short nails drawing a trail up his spine to the base of his neck. Leaving goosebumps in their way. He felt as Kaveh's chest rumbled in soft yet deep chuckles. That stupid laugh, so... flustering...

Alhaitham would try arching his back away, not like it did much. His torso was trapped flat against Kaveh's. He dared to peak over at the blonde's face, only to be met by the most endearing, love-struck look ever. Back to hiding, Alhaitham went, not wanting to reveal the crimson color that was rising up his features.

"Kaveh..." the younger of the two whined out, barely audible. Anyone who knew Alhaitham, knew that he wasn't the most expressful person out there. Sometimes struggling to word what he wanted, but that's the beauty of love. You pick up on those little signs that your partner wants you to keep going. It also helped that Kaveh felt a soft tug at his own shirt, causing his grin to widen.

He stayed quiet, letting his fingers do all the work. His nails started tracing figure eights around Alhaitham's shoulderblades. The scribe couldn't help but let out small huffs of air, as his shoulders squirmed involuntarily. The longer this went on, the more Alhaitham relaxed. Atleast until Kaveh decided to brush against another sensitive spot. He drummed his fingers softly down Alhaitham's ribs and sides, as if playing a delicate instrument.

"Mph! ...hmhm!" it was getting increasingly harder to control his reactions. Alhaitham's body softly shook as he puffed out a breathless giggle after the other. How can something so relaxing, so... intimate, feel so damn flustering?!

"Ahaww, was that a laugh?~" the blonde chimed out, resting his fingers to a hault. Watching as his partner let out a sigh of relief, but when Alhaitham lifted his face to look up at him, there was a look of desire. He wanted more.

"Shut up..." the younger male grumbled out in typical Alhaitham fashion, trying to oh so casually flip onto his back. Kaveh knew exactly what he wanted.

"Haha! If you wanted tummy tickles, you could've just said so~" the blonde teased, kissing the shell of his partner's ear.

Alhaitham let out a groan, running a hand through his face. Although, any annoyance he felt was instantly replaced by giddyness as Kaveh delicately rolled his shirt up, revealing his toned stomach. Just like with his back, the architect's nails started to caress every nook and cranny. Tracing over marked abs.

A stronger whine escaped the scribe, his stomach trying to suck into itself.

"Ah ah ahhh, don't go hiding now~" Kaveh cooed, his index finger softly circling around the rim of his boyfriend's navel. Such a small spot, yet so effective and weak.

"Hnghh!" poor Alhaitham couldn't help arch his back once more. Causing the sensitive skin to become more exposed to his partner's mischief, not like he minded.

That dreaded finger circled the spot a few more times, enjoying as Alhaitham squirmed and shuddered every time. The scribe thought he'd go insane, until he finally felt that finger dip into his navel. Kaveh's nail softly scratching and wiggling around it playfully.

"Phhhahahaha...!" Alhaitham threw his head back against Kaveh's shoulder. A genuine, bright smile adorning his lips.

"There it is! A happy Alhaitham is much cuter than a grumpy one~" Kaveh chuckled out playfully. "How about I keep this up a while longer? I doubt you'll mind, right?~".

As annoying as it was, Alhaitham wouldn't trade these moments for anything.

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[sunandsstars]

BEAUTIFUL

Recom!Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: Quaritch is amazed by the beauty of new life, and Spider is just happy his manifestations came true. Warnings: Briefly mentions being a toxic father/kidnapping/death, Swearing, Childbirth Word count: 2.2k

Quaritch couldn’t remember a time he was truly happy. Not with coming to Pandora, not with his son, not with his previous partner. And definitely not with his reincarnation. But right now, in this moment, he felt unexplainable love. His tail wagged and his ears couldn’t stop moving, his eyes wide and his expression almost bashful.

‘I’m a soldier for Pete’s sake when did I become so soft’ he should be ashamed of himself, his human would have punched it into his skull, but he couldn’t find himself to be. Not when he was standing in the most beautiful place known to man with the most beautiful woman in front of him.

“Ma Miles.. what are you thinking?” her accent slipped through and he couldn’t help but find how cute it was, but her eyes portrayed worry. Worry for what he was going to say back.

“Darlin. I’m the happiest man in the universe” he cupped her face and gave her a smooch, one of his hands leaving her cheek and pressing against her still flat tummy “I’m gonna take care of both of you, I swear”

Her fave lit up and her smile became wider, her four fingered hand came to rest against his on her stomach and her other against his on her cheek “I’m so happy, Eywa has blessed us” ___ purred, it was a cute rumble in her chest that made Quaritch swoon, he could only do the same in return.

“Have you told Spider” He questioned, his son, their son, was a man. The solder turned Na’vi warrior felt guilt for him, he wasn’t the best father, he never raised his only child and when he died he missed his whole life. He only just reunited with him two years ago, kidnapping him and forcing him on their journey to kill Jake Sully. But during that time he felt a bond like no other, this was his flesh (or..was his flesh) and blood, he wasn’t gonna let him go again.

“Kehe, I have not. I promise I will tonight” ___ suddenly interlocked their hands and pulled her mate back towards home. The sky people are no longer on Pandora, for now the Na’vi are at peace, the recoms have decided to integrate into the culture, it was only right since they have their body and they couldn’t go back to Earth in their state. It was strange, finding out about their back up bodies, all they had to do was transfer the DNA hard drive (Quaritch forgot technical names, who cares about that shit anyway?) to their new bodies. The recoms that did die like Zhang or Zdinarsk held no recollection of their death again, only of the events leading up, just like the first time.

Jake Sully was merciful, he was in the same situation as the now younger than him Quaritch (Jake is salty about it, he hates that he’s now the old man) and understands where he is coming from. Miles was willing to learn, so Jake was willing to teach. Neytiri and most of the clan, including the humans, where very against it. But with some encouraging words from Mo’at (who’s always sticking up for her son) the others relented and decided to see what Eywa wills these demons to do.

Now Quaritch and the old Deja Blu squad have gone full Na’vi. Some like Lyle got mates, some like Mansk became hunters and warriors. He was proud of his squad and felt alive here, unlike his life on Earth.

___ chirped out into the night, eclipse already long past and the forest flowing with life. As they walked up to their new hometree his mate chirped again, a complex sound that he cannot seem to master. A thud sounded behind them and Quaritch instantly held her back as he turned to see what it was that she attracted, only to come face to face with his human boy.

“Kaltxi ma sa’nok, ma sempul” he greeted them and did a quick ‘i see you’ motion from his forehead. They returned the gesture and ___ grinned, pulling the 18 year old into her and kissing his forehead.

“Son, we uh. Got some news to share” Miles stared at the smaller Miles, yellow eyes piercing through the dark and staring him down. If outsiders saw this they would have thought he would kill the boy, who was twice as small as him. But the people that knew him well could see the slight fear in his eyes, scared about his reaction, scared about the future, scared about making past mistakes.

Spider blinked up at his father and tilted his head “hey old man there’s no need to get so scared. I’m not a threat to you ya know” he cheekily grinned and his father could only roll his eyes, lifting his hand to his now braided head and rubbing it. Spider laughing and pulled himself away.

“Spider” his adoptive mother called out, equally as nervous. Now this caught his attention, why where they BOTH scared?? What’s going on?? “My son, I am with child, prrnen. I hope you will be happy for us”

Miles jr gasped, hand over his mouth and a smile creeping up on his face. He was to be an older brother. A TRUE older brother. He was like a sibling to the Sully kids yes, but this was different. This was his real family. “Mama, I am so happy for you” he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her hip, her arms coming around him. “I hope it’s a girl” he whispered, thinking about the ways he would protect his younger sibling.

“For the baby’s sake, I hope it is not” his mother giggled, Quaritch openly agreed but secretly he wanted the same. He wanted a little girl that looked like her mama, a little girl he could protect and love as his own. He was a girl dad, secretly.

“Cmon, let’s get to bed” Quaritch slowly dragged his family inside hometree and up the spiral steps, Spider leaping in front and going to his own hammock, jumping in and closing it. His parents where just next to him, sleeping in one that was much bigger, open, and meant for a family.

___ felt disappointment when she realised that Spider would be sleeping on his own now, since he is grown and an adult, he could not stay with his parents. But occasionally during the night he would creep down and sleep between them, head in his fathers elbow crease and arm wrapped around his mothers growing tummy. He’s done this throughout her pregnancy.

Quaritch was out with his squad and some other hunters, fetching food for the clans meal tonight, Spider decided to join him with the Sully kids, riding with Lo’ak on his ikran.

___ and some other woman decided to do some gathering, fetching fruits and water from the rivers. She was with Neytiri, a woman who she viewed as an older sister. Since Sylwanin died, the Tsahìk in training saw a new opportunity for a sister in ___, who too has lost her eldest sister. She found solace in her, and vowed to protect the much younger girl.

When ___ found out that Neytiri had to leave for the Metkayina she was distraught, a woman she grew up with for her whole life is being taken from her. Then when she came back to the Omaticaya, with one child less, she knew she had to be there for her sister. But she also mourned for Neytiri’s son, her nephew.

In mourning she found her own solace in the monster that started it all, but she believed in change. If Toruk Makto became one of the people, couldn’t he? Now she is with his child, who is just about ready to come out.

“You should rest, little sister” Neytiri walked up to her with a basket full of large colourful fruit, deciding to stay behind and not hunt today, she had a feeling about ___’s labours.

“‘tiri I am fine, see? This basket is not heavy” she picked up a basket full of smaller berry’s, showing off her strength, even if it was unmatched with a hunter. ___ walked to the river to wash them, she needed to get the dirt off of them, as she was about to bend down she was stopped by a gentle hand.

“Let me” Neytiri gently hissed as the younger woman went to object, slowly giving up and giving her the basket “you may be able to carry this, but your belly would make it hard to bend and stand back up”. The elder then squatted and washed them for her, getting any small bugs and little bits of dirt.

___ sighed and smiled, she missed her. Now they have been reunited these two years they have never been caught apart. “Well, is there anything I can-“ she stopped to breath, taking a breath in and holding it. She felt a little bit of a push and water trickle out slowly from her regions below. “Neytiri”

At the use of her pause, and full name, Neytiri turned around fast and saw the situation her sister was in. “___” dropping the basket and running towards her she placed a hand onto her back and another on her stomach, feeling the baby “It will take a while for you to start pushing, but we must get you back to kelutral” she gently pushed her towards home and shouted out to the other gatherers that were around, warning them of an upcoming birth. They all whooped and cheered in excitement, some rushing back with their baskets to prepare.

“When will the hunting party be back, I need my mate” the slightly smaller woman breathed deeply, remembering what she was told by her mother on what to expect. She limped her way to hometree and glanced at Neytiri who remained silent, a distant look on her face and tears in her eyes “‘tiri?”

The warrior snapped out of her trance and turned to face ___, the tears now slowly dripping down her face “I am so happy for you, my sister. I have dreamt of this day for a long time. But if that moron dares do something to hurt you i will gut him limb from limb” she was serious and ___ knew so, she only nodded in return with a grin, wiping Neytiri’s cheeks.

A small contraction hit and she winced as she was moved to a squat on the floor, Mo’at came with some healers and painted onto her skin, a new mother must have protective runes onto her body, and it was also a symbol, one to say she was a warrior. They chanted prayers to their great mother, Neytiri included. That’s when they heard the war party, someone must have alerted her husband to the birth.

Quaritch jumped off of his ikran from the top of the tree and sprinted down to one of the levels, coming round the corner and seeing his mate prepared to start pushing. He made his way over and squatted behind her, ears twitching and hearing her grunting. “Hey darlin, let’s get this show on the road eh?” a hand reached back and playfully slapped his arm.

“You know i do not understand your saying ma Miles” his mate panted, starting her pushing. She grunted and squirmed in discomfort, but there was no pain, the herbs and ailments helped with that. The Na’vi had some pretty strong stuff.

Soon enough her son joined them, jumping over tails and standing beside his parents. Sitting next to his father and looking at his mother is worry. Quaritch sometimes had trouble with the culture, and this moment was one of them. Birthing was a communal thing with the Na’vi, there was no shame with people being gathered around a pregnant woman, they had nothing to hide after all. It was a natural process. It did baffle him since with humans it definitely was not like this, privacy was important, but the process of human birth could be seen as depressing in some eyes. He liked it this way, it showed community and safety, he was glad to be accepted as Omaticaya.

His wife’s pushing came to a close and a cry was heard, Neytiri immediately put the babe in her mothers arms and guided the bond. A Na’vi’s first bond is with their mother, to form a strong emotional connection, then Eywa is the second so the baby could be connected to Pandora, they would prepare the ceremony soon.

“I told you it would be a girl!” Spider cheered and jumped around, whooping and yipping with the other clan members and his friends.

Tears fell down ___ face and a grin graced her features, she was sweaty and tired, panting from exhaustion but Quaritch could not find her more beautiful.

[luvlyycy]

twin😋 we need to see Ed's cultural shock when he goes clubbing in america, it's 2000s night at the club, with his chubby reader. She's shaking her hips and twerking in the crowd of people and Ed can't help but to stare. Imagine if Ed has a problem with the idiot standing next to her bc he grabs her hips. I wanna see some bump and grind in the club😋

Bonus points if reader is wearing low rise pants/skirt and a thong. extra bonus points if reader has hipdips. (i fucking love hipdips) you get a brownie point if the thong song starts playing😋😋🫶🏼

DID I GET ALL THE POINTS??? ALSO I LOVE U FOR THIS IDEA THANKKSKSSSS RRRRAAGGGGG (theres no explicit smut in this but its vv suggestive i also recommend listening to the songs featured in the fic when they play cus it works lmao) enjoyyyy <3

Ed stifles a tiny yelp, his arm around your waist as he watches many individuals grind against each other in what seems like dancing, multiple girls bumping into his broad chest.

"are they all like this?" he yells over the bumping music, still astonished by your clothes, you giggle into him and nod yes as his finger dips underneath the thong peaking through your skirt. Ed makes a shocked face before laughing due to nervousness, he looks up again at all the people noticing the 2000's theme.

he finally realizes why you had him dress this way— white tanktop with black wings drawn on the back, along with baggy jeans, simple black bracelets adorning his wrists, silver chain around his neck.

the song 'peaches and cream' slowly coming to an end, fading into the next track on the songlist.

"....this song right here, is lettin' all the ladies know what guys talk about." the singer begins in the song, and Ed watches your face light up, handing your drink to him.

"this is my fucking song, Ed !!" you excitedly cheer, running onto the dance floor— putting a considerable amount of stress into Ed's soul because he thought your skirt was gonna ride up too high over your ass.

he stares at your body as you lift your arms in the air, swaying your hips to the bump of the beat, girls beside you cheering you on. he's quite literally in a trance, watching the soft bounce of your belly and the dips on your hips practically making hearts in his eyes.

you're even singing along with the song, "lemme see that thooonnngg !!! —" you yell a little more than you sing, back arching so you shake your plump ass, multiple girls mimicking slapping it.

what is with america? are all girls like this? what kinda club is this? he frowns when he notices all the guys looking at you, your sparkly lip gloss glistening in all the bright lights. you turn to him and call him on the dance floor, but he psyches himself out as he looks where you are—

men and women grinding against each other as if they were horny teenagers, all dressed with the same theme as well. he softly shakes his head 'no', he wasn't much of a dancer anyway. you tilt your head in confusion but continue to dance your heart out.

suddenly, a random guy wraps his hands around your waist, sliding against your soft tummy, resting on your hips. you turn back, expecting to see your boyfriend— seeing a mediocre man compared to who you belonged to. he smiles politely as he begins to dance along with you, hips rolling into your behind to the song. Ed's face contorts with anger as he slams both of your drinks onto the counter, non-alcoholic unlike the stupid asshat in front of him.

Ed stomps over, upper lip twitching upward similar to Balrog when he gets angry. he places his hand flat on the guy's shoulder, causing him to jump— Ed leans closer, head tilting upwards as he looks down at the brown-haired idiot.

"fuck ya doin', hah? can't keep your greasy hands to yourself?" he's close enough to where he doesn't have to raise his voice too much so the guy can hear him. he listens to the guy stutter, hands immediately being thrown up in surrender, "i-i didn't see you, man. i swear!" Ed lets out a soft 'tch' before just simply pushing the dude back, causing him to stumble into his friends— eyes softening as he looks back at you.

you look up at him, smiling before giggling out, "what a weirdo, right?" you lean closer so he can hear you— "yeah, he's an asshole for sure." .

suddenly, the song switches— beat slow as it starts out, "....welcome to my sex room...." Ed laughs at the audacity of the lyrics before you begin to grind on him to the slow beat, his hands flying to your hips— carressing the way your skin dips.

you turn around and grind your ass on his crotch, back arching as you place your hands on your knees— ass swaying side to side. Ed licks his teeth as he grinds into you as well, hand running down your back as he leans backwards to get a better view of you— his other hand dipping underneath your showing thong.

man, you gotta take him to more clubs.

[fourmula1]

maybe we can talk about 2023 max and daniel who have never had Interest in each other Like That before. it’s always been platonic, good friends, nothing underlying at all. team mates, friends, buddies, all good. they’ve each had happy and successful relationships with women, never questioned their sexuality, life’s been good.

but.

it’s 2023 and daniel’s back at red bull and. and. hm. where things were easy and fun as team mates, they stayed okay when daniel left red bull but the last couple years have been hard and daniel’s been distant and putting on a fake smile and max knows he’s been struggling. but this year off, these months together at the factory and the car launch and melbourne and. daniel is looking good and healthy and warm, again. he lights up when max makes him laugh and there’s a. a weird. swooping sensation in max’s tummy about it. 

but surely that’s not… he’s felt those feelings - those tummy swoops and the prickle of warmth and the gasp in his heart - with his girlfriends before. but this is daniel. and max is 25. he’s pretty sure if he liked men he’d have felt at least something before now, right? he doesn’t like daniel. well, he does. a lot. very much a lot. but they’re friends! he likes his friends.

but he doesn’t feel twisty turny inside when lando smiles at him. or when alex claps him on the shoulder. or when he hugs martijn. 

so there’s that. 

and daniel, meanwhile. daniel’s approaching 34 and he’s not sure what’s happening to him because he’s always enjoyed getting the steely, serious shell of max to crack open brighter than the sun when he laughs. and he’s always liked hanging out with max and going on runs together in monaco, out of breath not from running but from running and laughing, driving michael and brad insane with their inside jokes and giggles and fucking around and not keeping their running form because they’re too busy playing. and media duties have never been fun except when he gets to do stupid challenges or quizzes or tasks with max. so. 

and he’s feeling…. nervous. nervous because he’s been in love before, for sure, and it felt like…. this. but max is a man and daniel’s never had a single romantic or sexual thought about a man in 33 fucking years so what the fuck? what the fuck.

anyway. so. they’re both in england for factory shit and maybe they’re holed up one night in max’s flat because daniel hasn’t gotten his own place yet, probably won’t because max has a guest room. and they’re both not really sure about how Things Have Been Feeling Lately but like. max sits down on the couch a little closer than would be… normal for two guy friends hanging out and daniel is so acutely aware of the closeness and he. his heart pounds in his chest when max is so, so, so fucking brave and let’s his pinky finger between their legs stretch out to brush against daniel’s thigh. 

testing. 

and daniel’s breath hitches and so max jerks his hand away and now they’re both breathing a little heavier, both hearts racing, both so scared because what is happening to them? and daniel says, it’s okay max. and max asks, is it?

if we both… want it…, daniel says. and max flushes warm and pink all over. 

both? max asks, shy, unable to look at daniel.

maxy, daniel says. finds his own nerve to hook his pinky finger over max’s.

and they don’t know what they’re doing at all. their first kiss is so fucking weird and awkward because it’s not naturally occurring. both too nervous to let it happen organically, to make the first move, so they talk and decide to just. kiss. and see if it’s Anything. and the thing is, is that it’s So Much. there’s more swoopy tummies and more racing hearts and there’s also stubble? and that’s a new and weird feeling. and who leads? they’ve both known How It Goes with their female partners but neither of them are women so now what?

the first time daniel is brave and presses his hand over the crotch of max’s pants he’s like, well. that sure is a dick. but max is hard, too, and that means he’s doing something right. and also when they get naked together the first time… daniel’s never seen a dick at this angle before. he’s seen and touched his own plenty but now he’s faced with max’s dick in front of him and the different weight and size of max in his hand, compared to his own. that’s new and different and. good. it’s good. 

they’ve both never sucked a dick before either so that’s awkward and funny and they know in theory how it should be done, but in practice it’s much different. but they learn, together. try things. ask, what feels nice? what do you like? and they laugh, and laugh, and laugh because it’s awkward with their inexperience but it’s so nice to try, to learn, to do together, and it’s so, so good. 

it’s weird, falling in love with a man well into your adulthood. daniel doesn’t know what to make of it but he just. loves max. and he can feel max loving him. that’s enough. 

and they figure it all out. together. 

[barakuma90]

Rating on a sexyness scale. How would you rate Augustus, Sasha, Fred, Edgar, Boyd, Oleander, and Loboto all shirtless?

Putting my thoughts and sketches of the shirtless men under cut. Alot of my personal opinions so take em with a grain of salt

Augustus my s tier 10/10 masterpiece

>That man got hair on him!!!

>Soft in the right places

>Soft abs that arent pronounced like starved weight lifters Not doing a whole new sketch as i did a whole shirt cut meme with him

Sasha 7/10

>He cant grow hair on his chest

>Pretty damn flat

>Doesnt even have any stomach either

>I still really like him

Fred 5/10

>This is bones cindy

>I liked him more before but has fallen lower in general ranking amongst favorite characters

>Literally cant grow hair

Egar  7/10

>Too much muscle for my liking???

>The mans chest is hairy as hell

>Tattoos er' nice (doesnt draw them)

>Hes a nice guy I really do like him but hes not for me good for the people that like him and can draw him really good looking

Boyd 8/10

>I like pecs but i really appreciate a nice tummy

>Not super hairy but does have some chest hair

>He seems like a nice guy :)

Oleander 8/10

>I will say it again I like tummy

>Hes short and chubby, an absolute short king!

>He shaves so you wont find much hair on him

>Hes secretly one of my top fave characters

Did base abit of the look from the memory vault

Loboto 7/10

>One of 2 characters we have seen topless models for

>Hes scrawny

>No hair

>Missing arm has left a big scar and is covered up by the straps that hold the robot one in its place

I still wanna hug him he needs the support and love even if it would be bony and cold

[eggcompany]

Sammy's latch

Gabriel breastfeeds Little!Sam sometimes. It's nice.

“Sam, sugardoll, come here, I got something special for you!” 

Sam looked up from where he was laying on his back looking at the TV sideways. He was wearing his usual paper bag shorts and a loose t-shirt. Today it was a pair of blue shorts and a green shirt that had a cat on it. 

“Mama? Mama time! Mama time!” Sam got all wiggly and happy and rolled over and shimmied his way over to the hoodie clad angel who was now sitting up on the bed. 

Gabriel usually only wore this hoodie when he mojoed himself womanly parts. Not womanly parts. Breasts. Milk filled breasts so he could feed his baby. Sam could usually put two and two together to understand that when Gabriel wore this certain hoodie it meant he got to have mama’s yummy milk. 

“Yes baby, mama time! Time for lunch. Up we go.” Gabriel said as he pulled the taller man up onto himself until his baby’s head was on his chest. Sam nuzzled and made happy little coos and grabbed at the bottom of the hoodie. 

This wasn’t the first time Gabriel had done this. He often played with his appearance and the silly human idea of gender. Sometimes he just likes the weight on his chest other times he likes the feeling of his baby laying on his flat chest. And sometimes, much more often since Sam and him got into age play, he likes to mojo himself a pair of heavy round breasts filled with milk. 

Sam nuzzled at his mama’s chest through the worn hoodie. Sam settled under Gabriel’s arm with his arm and leg wrapped around Gabriel’s other side. Gabriel pulled up the hoodie until it was wadded up under his chin. He then situated Sam and waited for him to latch on. Once Sam had a good suction and Gabriel could feel Sam swallowing the pale liquid, Gabriel pulled the hoodie all the way off. 

Sam loved these moments. Moments where he was surrounded with love, healthy and protected. Sam sank even deeper into littlespace. Feeling the warmth that constantly radiated from the angel’s person always made Sam feel safe. Alongside with the comforting softness that surrounded the angel’s belly and thighs, Sam was usually cozy and sleepy by the time he needed to switch sides. 

Gabriel also loved these times. He loves the fulfilling feeling that floods his soul when he cares for the human. He loves the feeling of Sam getting healthy off of him. He really really loves knowing that Sam would always get hungry again and come back. Gabriel could do without the nip pain and feeling like his tits were going to fall off and Sam occasionally biting him and leaking through shirts sometimes but he endured because it was worth the calm feeling wash over him each time Sam latched on. 

Gabriel ran his hand through Sam’s hair. He spun it around his fingers and played with it. Once Sam started to stop swallowing and stopped sucking Gabriel tried to move him but Sam just whined around his nipple. 

“Sammy, baby, my sweet little dumpling, do you want the other one?” Gabriel asked as he looked down at the baby on his chest. Sam had his eyes closed and his hand was resting on the angel’s stomach, he was squishing and petting at Gabriel’s soft tummy. 

Gabriel sighed. Another little inconvenience about this activity: When Sam didn’t let go. Gabriel shifted so there was tension between his breast and Sam’s mouth, just enough to pull but not enough to where it hurt (Gabriel had already learned that lesson). He slipped his finger into the side of Sam’s mouth, ruining the suction. Sam whined loudly and opened his eyes to scowl at his mama. 

“Mama! Noo- gimme.” Sam said and tried to latch back onto the same breast. Gabriel stopped him and pushed and shoved until Sam’s head was resting in the middle of his chest. Sam was now sitting across Gabriel’s lap and had access to the other, not as abused breast. 

“This one baby. You can have this one.” Gabriel said and quickly reached down and grabbed up a blanket. The spit on his skin was starting to cool and he was cold as is. Sam happily attempted to latch but he had trouble. Gabriel pulled him back and moved so he placed his nipple into the baby’s mouth. Sam latched on then and started to pull the milk out and down his throat. Gabriel hummed and relaxed as he pulled the blanket up to cover Sammy and himself up to his chin. He left only the baby’s face out from under the blanket. 

Soon Sam was fast asleep and Gabriel broke his suction and tried his best not to move the baby and mojoed the extra tissue away. They slept there for a long while. 

Gabriel always liked this. Sleeping with his baby, tummy full and warm.

[solarlotus]

For the prompt thingy can I get some Obikin exhibitionism with needy “I want you right now” Obi-Wan please? 👀

Btw I LOVE your writing!! The way you write these two especially is just 👌❤️🔥

Thank you, that's so kind, I hope you like this. I've gone for some Stewjon biology, so TW for that. I leaned into Slutty Obi Wan, as the pic demonstrates it's just fact! NSFW under the cut

Obi Wan was tired of travelling, tired of being stuck in some distant corner of the galaxy. It had been far too long and he wanted to be home, to be warm and most of all he wanted to see Anakin.

Anakin. Just the thought made his heart beat faster. He filled the room, commanded attention both with his presence in the force and the natural charisma he eluded. Feircely intelligent and handsome, Anakin could have had his pick, but he had only ever had eyes for one man and Obi Wan thanked the force daily for that man being him.

He hurried off the ship as it lowered it's ramp on Coruscant, his greetings to others brief as he hurried through the temple, up the stairs, up the elevator until he came to the training salles where he knew Anakin would be.

Anakin grinned when he saw Obi Wan. 'That's enough for today, Snips,' Anakin told his padawan as she hugged Obi Wan in greeting, tossed a knowing look in Anakin's direction and walked off with a wink. Anakin held Obi Wan's gaze as he sensed Obi Wan's growing arousal.

'The changing room,' Obi Wan said softly, trying to project a calm he didn't feel. Anakin was wearing nothing but a tunic, now sheer with sweat and his curls were plastered over his forehead. He smelled divine, fresh sweat and musk with a hint of the leather he liked to wear. 'Anakin,' Obi Wan said in a low voice.

'You're very needy,' Anakin observed, placing his hand on the small of Obi Wan's back. As soon as they were through the door Obi Wan turned Anakin against it, kissing his hard, hands clawing at his tunic. Anakin kissed him back just as passionately, pulling at his clothes, before grinning as Obi Wan dropped to his knees, freeing Anakin's cock swiftly and swallowing it down with no preamble. Anakin gasped, Obi Wan smiled around the thick girth, he was good at this and knew it.

'Stars, Obi Wan! Anyone could walk in, but you don't, ahhh, you don't care, such a slut for me.' Obi Wan looked up at him, his blue eyes watering as drool dribbled down his chin. 'Kark, I'm not going to last if you keep doing this!'

Anakin pulled Obi Wan up and kissed him, licking into his mouth. Obi Wan felt weak with it, the taste of Anakin, the smell. He was also wet, ass leaking and nipples tingling. Few knew that he was from Stewjon and even fewer knew what that meant.

What it meant was that when Anakin picked him up and laid him on the physio table, tearing his pants and underwear off, he found his ass leaking slick, his hole puffy and loose as it begged to be filled. It meant when Anakin parted his tunics he found large erect nipples, not the flat little buttons most men had, but thick nubs that could be sucked, pulled, taken into the back of his mouth and suckled on.

'We should go somewhere more private,' Anakin said, kissing at his chest, teasing those special tits. 'It's not far to our apartment.'

'Nooo,' Obi Wan whined, pulling Anakin's head back to his chest, holding the damp curls in place to keep Anakin sucking. 'Need you, need you now.'

Anakin's look was utterly ferel. He waved his hand, shutting the door and pulled Obi Wan to the edge of the table, shoving his legs apart before thrusting in with one hard stroke.

Obi Wan squealed. He knew he could be heard, he knew he should be quiet and maintain the decorum of a jedi master. But Anakin was inside him, filling him, giving him what he needed after so long. Anakin was pulling at his tits, hammering his ass and soon made him come, hot ropes of come spurting on his tummy which Anakin scooped up with his fingers and pushed into Obi Wan's mouth.

The walk back to their apartment was delicate. Anakin was flushed from head to toe, covered in sweat, his lightsaber slung at his hip he looked like he'd had a heavy training session. Obi Wan had a ripped tunic, damp pants, soaking further with each step as Anakin's copious spend leaked out of him, leaking tits and bite marks on his neck. Obi Wan knew he should have cared a lot more than he did, especially as Anakin looked entirely too pleased with himself. But Obi Wan was weak for Anakin Skywalker and he'd long ago given up his shame to the force and embraced its favourite son.

[garyalanhidalgo]

4. Richard Hunter in the Flesh

Not a clueless man, James must’ve felt Fabian’s fury even as he fussed over his VIP guest, who they’d kept waiting for nearly two hours.

“What time is it?” Hughie Roman said, yawning.

“It’s only four in the afternoon. You must be so worn out from your trip.”

“Well, your boyfriend seems adamant I won’t be checking in anytime soon.”

“Your Uber driver will call soon to clear things. Hank says her name sounds familiar.”

“She mentioned she grew up here. Hank’s that hunky lawman over there?” He nudged correctly toward Sheriff Holden.

“Yes, that’s the Sheriff.”

“Maybe he’ll search or handcuff me,” Hughie said. “The evening’s still young.”

Sheriff Holden pocketed his phone and approached Mr. Roman and Fabian while James hovered nearby. “That was Rusty Fontana. She confirmed your identity and also wanted me to tell you she’s charging extra.”

“Thank you for your help. I promise to be of no more trouble during my stay in your quaint but outstandingly safe town. We don’t want you to have to handcuff me after all.”

Hank wrinkled his suntanned forehead, blind to Mr. Roman’s flirting.

“I’ll take you to Redwood Lodge now so you can rest, Mr. Roman. Thank you, Hank. And James?” The hotel manager offered his arm to his guest. 

In response, Mr. Roman linked arms with Fabian while making certain to smile smugly at James as Fabian whisked him off.

They approached the northwest edge of the property where a faint breeze that seemed to stay one step ahead of them swept through the trees, so that delicate yellow, orange, and red leaves trickled from above and carpeted the ground. They crunched softly below their shoes with each footstep.

Just as the bewildered Mr. Roman was terrified that he’d be camping out in the forest that night, Redwood Lodge sprung out of the early evening fog. Even the nodding Hughie Roman’s eyes lit up at the lovely sight of the mocha-brown wooden lodge with its tall windows lit from the inside. Its main deck faced the Cherry Hills, which blazed in its distinctive rainbow fires as if it had been saving it for Mr. Roman’s arrival.

“That is the best light show I’ve ever seen,” he said, sleepy-eyed. “But I need a hot shower, then a whole day of sleep.”

Fabian swiped his keycard. His frazzled guest rushed past him.

“Where’s the shower and bed?” he hurriedly asked.

“The master suite is on the second floor,” Fabian said to no one, since Hughie Roman was already long gone. 

He heard his heavy footsteps navigate the flight of stairs that ended on the topmost floor. Fabian understood he didn’t mean to be unsociable, but wanted to wash away the grime and stink. He hoped the water was hot enough to relax every stressed-out muscle on Mr. Roman’s body.

Fabian blushed. Why was he thinking about Hughie Roman in the shower all this time when he heard the water stop dripping? Then he remembered to put Mr. Roman’s soiled clothes in a hotel laundry bag to drop off. The less they reminded him of today’s humiliation and brutality, the better.

He entered the room, sure he had enough time to remove the offensive garments. Fabian’s first thought was to turn on the lights so his guest didn’t walk into the bedroom, which in five minutes while he showered went from dazzling to pitch black.

He reached for the light switch. Hughie Roman was drying himself off with a cotton towel when the overhead lights flooded the room. The hotel manager���s cheeks flushed red-hot at the brief glimpse of the actor’s nude backside, his creamy tan stretched from head to toe. The skin on most of his back glistened with shiny droplets that looked like he was sweating from intense activity. Hughie turned around, still not noticing he had company. He didn’t have a young man’s body with washboard abs like some celebrities. He may even have had a slight bulge, but it was neither fat nor flat. Fabian’s eyes traced the salt and pepper wisps of hair congregating in faint strokes across his armpits, chest, and tummy down to his … Fabian’s mouth dropped wide open as he finally covered his eyes …

“Mr. Roman?”

“I didn’t know you were still here,” Mr. Roman said, not shocked by the least bit. After drying his butt last, he tied the towel around his waist before the younger man had a heart attack. “Relax, it’s nothing a million viewers haven’t seen before with one caveat. I haven’t gone to the gym in two months.”

“I don’t watch your show, but our head of housekeeping’s mom is a lifelong fan.”

“That’s nice to know. I should’ve put on a robe. The shower here works better than the one I have at home.”

“Please think of Redwood Lodge as your home now.” Fabian scooped up his dirty clothes and tied them in a lavender-scented laundry bag.

“I feel so much better.” Mr. Roman raised his arms and sniffed his armpits. “I definitely smell better. You should try the shower here. I mean on your own time when I’m not using it. Maybe once I’ve gone.”

“Don’t be in a rush to leave us,” Fabian said. “You just got here. I stayed so I could apologize.”

Mr. Roman yanked off the white silk duvet from its near perfect alignment. He fondled the coolness and smoothness of the sheets. “You’ve apologized enough. Besides, it’s that hotel lawyer guy who hit me. Now, he owes me an apology.”

“I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow.”

“As long as it’s not tonight,” Mr. Roman said. “I just want to crawl into this bed. If you don’t mind.”

“We can talk business tomorrow. I’ll have breakfast sent over first thing. Maybe I could join you? Seven o’clock?”

“Yes, I’d enjoy your company. Can you make it noontime? One last favor?”

“Anything, Mr. Roman.”

“Well, since you’ve seen me naked. Please call me Hughie from now on.”

* * *

On his way out door, Fabian thought about the actor’s face again after its thorough washing. Why was it so familiar? Hughie Roman’s thick, black and gray beard made it difficult to tell for certain.

“Fabian?” a familiar yet anxious voice said.

“I don’t want to talk, James,” said Fabian. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

“Not if you know how awful I feel.”

“You should feel awful. You punched Mr. Roman.”

“Don’t you find it dubious that the Hotel Cairo’s majority owner took a ride share here? If he’s some rich TV star, wouldn’t he have—I don’t know—flown first class and arrived in a limo?”

“Just imagine if you insulted Miss Xavier or Mr. Holden like you demeaned Mr. Roman?”

“Xenia would hang me in front of the hotel and leave my rotting corpse as a malodorous warning to anyone who crosses her,” James said. “And Mr. Holden would have Hank put me in a cell down at the station, along with Hannibal’s other smelly rabble-rousers.”

James fanned a hand across his face as if an enraged skunk had walked past them. Fabian prepared to lecture him again then remembered he still carried the laundry bag with Hughie’s filthy clothes.

 “You’re picking up after him too?” James pointed at the bag.

“I didn’t want him to be reminded how horribly we treated him,” Fabian said, being diplomatic using “we.” “Did you forget Hughie is still my boss and your client?”

“It doesn’t mean I’d pick up his dirty clothes.”

“You mean the ones you dumped in the driveway?”

“I’ll apologize to him if it means you’ll forgive me.” James tried to approach the hotel manager only to get the cold shoulder. “So it’s Hughie now?”

Fabian reached out for his arm. “I forgive you. Please apologize to him after our lunch meeting. Mr. Roman will undoubtedly be in a better mood after one of Chef Milos’ lavish brunches.”

James became more urgent, his gray-green eyes glazed over. “If we can stop talking about the hotel business, I want to discuss something personal.”

Fabian froze, and his mouth went dry. It was early evening, and the moon was gleaming high above them. “I enjoyed spending time with you this week.”

James said, “I hear a ‘but’ coming.”

“But we’ll have to pick up where we left off after the partners’ meeting.”

“That won’t be until next week.”

“I have to prepare my presentation for the shareholders and show Hughie,” he said, “I mean Mr. Roman, around the property. He should get acquainted with our business and meet everybody. I want him to know the Hotel Cairo was worth his investment.”

“You don’t need to win him over.” James reasoned with restraint. “He’s happy receiving his quarterly bank deposits. What aren’t you telling me?”

“Hughie may want to sell his shares to the other partners.”

“Sell to Xenia or Happy Holden?” James sounded amused. “Where would they get the money? Even if Xenia sold the car she inherited from Leo, she might be able to purchase half a percent. As for Happy Holden, why would he buy more shares of a business he literally avoids since Leo’s death?”

“If those shares can’t go to one of the partners, I still wouldn’t want half of the hotel to go to a property developer or, worse, a bank.”

James’ eyes lit up. “That’s why you tricked Hughie Roman into coming here? Then why hit pause on us?”

“We went out on a couple of dates. If you were hoping for something more?”

“I know,” said James. “I’ll have to wait in line while you babysit the senior citizen.”

“Hughie Roman is only sixty,” Fabian said. Why he defended him confused him, especially to James. “He’s in very good shape.”

“Already googling Hughie? Are we?”

Fabian became noticeably flustered as his thoughts wandered to Hughie toweling himself off after his shower. “Rosa filled me in. She and her mother watch Mr. Roman’s show.”

“I fully realize Hughie Roman is my client too. I’ll apologize to him tomorrow, I promise.”

“Thank you.” Fabian looked steadily into his dreamy eyes, grateful for what he assured.

James rested a hand tenderly behind Fabian’s neck while the other caught his back. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Fabian relaxed his head to permit him. He closed his eyes, praying his heart wouldn’t race out of his chest. As James drew him closer, Fabian felt the other man’s eager lips hunting for him. When they finally found each other in the dark, they kissed without reservation. They kissed until they both were breathless.

Although Fabian wanted to stay like that, the lights in the mansion flickered on from top to bottom. He still had a great deal to take care of tonight.

“I’m sorry.” Fabian backed away.

“Was I going too fast?” James asked. “I really like you.”

“You’ve proven that. I like you too. But let’s pick up after the meeting.”

In better spirits, Fabian Flores thought about weddings as he set out for the basement with the laundry bag pressed to his chest. Maybe one day, he’d get married too. But for now, his developing feelings for James were as good as it got.

A short but curvy woman in a burgundy lapel uniform waited for him in the basement, ready to pounce.

“I heard Hughie Roman is here,” Rosa squealed, caught her breath, and tackled him as soon as he came in. “Richard Hunter from Autumn of My Discontent is at the Hotel Cairo.”

She read the show’s title with the flourish she knew it warranted.

“Richard Hunter?” Fabian said. “What a generic name.”

“On the contrary, he’s a dashing private investigator who’s solved every murder in Autumn Valley since the late 1990s. Seriously, mommy swears she wouldn’t have learned English after arriving from the Philippines if it weren’t for her soaps.”

“I never noticed that Pearl spoke dramatically like this.” Fabian tried on a Shakespearean accent to spice up his request. “This is Hughie Roman’s stinky laundry.”

“You better not let Mr. Roman hear you mocking him or soap operas. Not after everything that’s happened”

“Upsetting Hughie is the last thing I want to do. You must’ve already heard James knocked him out when he thought he was trespassing.”

“You’re already on a first-name basis?” she said as she continued to swoon even as he dropped the noxious laundry bag on top of the closest machine. She clapped her hands and demanded, “Tell me how he sounds. Tell me how he looks. Tell me how he smells.”

“His smell was what caused all the misunderstanding in the first place. He traveled here from Los Angeles in a Jetta and—don’t quote me on this—looked like he’d been drinking the entire trip.”

“I don’t blame him for being out of sorts and drinking a little,” she said. “Richard Hunter was shot by his ex-wife last February. They left him in a coma, and we had to wait until April to find out his family agreed with her to take him off life support.”

“Seriously? This is what Tita Pearl and you fangirl over?”

“Hughie Roman was nominated for a Daytime Emmy for his big death scene.”

“Did he win?”

“No.” Rosa nodded. “After almost thirty years on the show, you’d think he’d get a phenomenal send-off. They had Mr. Roman sleep through the scene and relied on sound effects to finish Richard off. Mommy and I cried cause of how poorly they treated Richard and Mr. Roman. There was no way he’d win an Emmy. Even out of pity.”

“Don’t feel bad for Mr. Roman. He’s not poor. He owns half of the hotel. He doesn’t deserve your pity or your tears.”

“There’s a rumor going around the fan groups that he was fired because he was turning sixty. Gal said she’ll be happy to represent him if he wants to sue the show.”

“Don’t talk about lawsuits with Pearl or her girlfriend anymore. I don’t want to stir things up with Mr. Roman.”

“Girlfriend? Didn’t I already tell you they got engaged last Valentine’s Day?” Rosa rolled her eyes. “I know you’re busy making sure we don’t lose our jobs, so you get a free pass.”

“Don’t worry about Mr. Roman anymore, either. He’s probably being offered larger roles already. He is an attractive man if it wasn’t for his hygiene problem earlier, which was probably a one-off.” Fabian could now say, since no actual harm was done. “For someone sixty, he keeps in shape. Might not have a six-pack, but his body’s okay.”

“Oh my God!” Rosa squealed and became starry-eyed again. “You saw him shirtless?”

“He was drying himself after a long, hot shower. I was picking up his dirty laundry.” He pointed at the bag across from them. “And he didn’t know I was still in the lodge, apparently. It was all innocent.”

“Mommy’s still going to be jealous you saw Richard Hunter in the flesh.”

Rosa’s lusty emphasis on flesh made it seem less than innocent. Fabian thanked the stars Hughie didn’t make a big deal out of it, unlike his fangirl.

“Well,” he said, “you get to pick up his used towels and change his bedding.”

“Guess Mommy will have to be impressed by that for now.”

“Rosa, one last thing. When you watch Hughie Roman on TV, does he look familiar? Like you’ve met him before?” Fabian rubbed his chin and felt a five o’clock shadow emerging. “If it wasn’t for his damn beard, I’d figure out where I know him from.”

“That beard’s been his trademark since the early 2000s. You can always take him to Brenda at the Beauty Salon to get it shaved.”

“Too obvious.”

“You’re not working until dawn again. Are you?” Rosa dumped the contents of the laundry bag into the washer. “What about James?”

“I have to make sure my presentation’s airtight, especially the financials. And James and I hit pause it until after the partners’ meeting.”

“There you go again, telling yourself you don’t deserve to be loved.”

“It’s not that. Mr. Roman is a wildcard. And I need a Royal Flush.”

“So win him over before game day,” she advised, poking his shoulder for emphasis. “Show him those magic dimples and tell him why he should be interested in what you’ve got planned for his hotel.” 

After hugging Rosa adios, he went upstairs to consult Leo’s painting. He remembered it was still gone, and his answer was as plain as the nose on his face. Hughie was the problem and the solution.

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[lixiektty]

baby fever

๛word count: 1.3k, warnings/kinks: dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, language, unprotected sex, breeding, size kink, praise, creampie, daddy kink (wonwoo calls himself daddy like twice), feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

wonwoo was a man of his word. to be specific, since the night of your honeymoon— he has been pushing hard to make you a mother. he loved thinking about not only being a dad but as well as how you'd look waddling around.

not to mention your husband, especially recently, had been having a horrible case of baby fever. you'd been busy, working and trying to get your house looking the best it could be, there was no way you could bring a child into your life while in the middle of so much. you weren't necessarily broke and neither was wonwoo, you were just one to watch your money and right now you were focused on getting food and fixing the house.

it's been a while since you and wonwoo had tried, you were still iffy about it all only because again you weren't ready financially. mentally as well you didn't know if you could actually take on the pressure of having a kid, having wonwoo by your side made you think about that less.

"fu— oh fuck," you moan out loud. a smirk plays along your lover's face, he knew how to please you and that's what always got him going— you were only his to please.

"feel that?" he asked, warm palm pressing flat against your tummy.

his tip bulged through the skin, this only turned wonwoo on more. he was so big and you were so small, he loved how he could do so much and toss you around like a doll.

you open your eyes the best you could, looking at the man with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. you softly nod, followed by a hum.

"you feel amazing around me, sweetheart," wonwoo praises, head falling onto you chest— leaving pecks here and there.

the love you had for him was unbearable, fucking or making love he always knew how to make it the best.

"i wanna give you a baby, my love," he said so confidently, "so fucking bad, please please, y/n~"

the more he pled, the more you wanted to give in. you had agreed before, right now is just not the right time. wonwoo insisted on taking care of anything else but you couldn't bare watching your husband work so hard while also having to take care of you.

"i promise, i'll take care of you. we'll do so good, don't you think?"

don't you think? i dunno. you really didn't, how could you when you never truly experienced taking care of a child?

"you're so beautiful, think about how cute they'll be. they'll have your eyes," he said, voice softening when he began talking about your features, "your pretty lips," his thumb brushing across your lips and pushing past the other to rest it in your mouth. closing your mouth around it, you suck slowly as he watched.

"is that your answer?"

you nod. it was like once you did, something changed in wonwoo— face lighting up, eyes opened wide and not looking fucked out like he did just moments ago.

"gonna be the death of me, y/n," he said before yanking his hand away and kissing you roughly.

the deep, soft thursts turned rough throughout time. he became needy and it was cute, his kisses became messy as well. you tried your best to keep up, tongues exploring one another's, but it was hard for you. you could barely hold up your legs anymore.

"i love you so much," wonwoo breathes out, sweaty forehead against your own, "you have no idea."

his next harsh thurst forced a high pitch shriek from you, eyes snapping shut with moans continuously coming from you as he went on. with each time his hips met yours, he hit that small sweet spot inside you.

"you— you're fucking crazy," you struggle to say. he was, he really was— for you that is. genuinely, you could never remember being fucked this good. no one was wonwoo.

"yeah?" he held your jaw tight, forcing you to look up at him, "fuck you so good you go dumb, can't learn any good damn respect."

all you heard was ringing and the tiniest bit of wonwoo's remarks, you were really fucked dumb. it was insane how he could do that, using your body as you go limp and can no longer hold onto the broad shoulders of your husband.

when you did finally speak, you let out a small "c- close," that could barely be heard. wonwoo knew though, he felt you getting tense knew how when you clenched, you were extremely close to your high.

"cum all over me, show daddy how much you love his cock," his groans had became low and his thrusts got sloppy, he was doing everything he could to get to his climax. the thought of you being pregnant was just enough to push him closer, but he needed to hear it from you.

your back arches off the mattress as he fucked you into your orgasm. each time you get to that point your words just spill out, half the time you forget what you say, but wonwoo loved it. he loved hearing you say the dirtiest things without any filter, without being embarrassed because that's what he wanted. to hear how he makes you feel gives him this boost that he could definitely use right now.

"sh— shit, woo you're so good to me," you moan out, hips stuttering, just adding more friction, "put a baby in me, we'll be amazing fucking parents. do it."

you said it like he wouldn't. that was exactly what he wanted to do, "oh, like i won't? i'll fuck several kids into you, baby."

his eyelids became heavy and he got deeper, overstimulating you in every way possible— mouth attached to your nipple, sucking hard, "gonna take every drop for me? like a good girl, yeah?" wonwoo asked and you nod, that not being enough, "say it."

"i'll take it like a good girl," you demanded, answering him like you should, "like your good girl." you finish. your breast fell from his mouth after he looks up at you in awe.

"that's it," he nods and moves back up to press his lips softly against yours.

this kiss went on for a while, the loving action not matching the impossibly rough and fast fuck wonwoo was giving you right now.

"ah—" he chokes out. you're cumming around him once again since you had been so overstimulated, this just sent shockwaves throughout wonwoo's body.

his warm seed filled you to the brim, him fucking it deep into you. both your sinful sounds were synced and eyes rolling to the back of your head, "gonna make me a daddy?"

"y– yes, yes," you responded.

wonwoo's mouth was so filthy and he kept going until he was draining out everything he could into you. you had been so curious about what wonwoo had been talking about earlier, about how he could see himself through your tummy. once you finally lifted your head and looked down, the sight was definitely something— he was so big and the fact that you could see him fucking you did something. his harsh movements caused you to leak out part of the load he had just put in you.

"don't waste it," he says, looking down and collect some of the substance onto his fingers.

they were brought up to your mouth, wonwoo making you suck his fingers clean. you didn't know how he was still going, fucking you hard while he was softening up inside you. the action of you sucking on his fingers alone would probably cause him to get hard again.

eventually, he had got tired— body falling onto yours, skin touching skin and still being inside you. the two of you laid there for a long while, catching your breath and lightly rubbing your hands along the other's skin. wonwoo eventually lifts himself up just enough to pull out and then lay right next to you, hand resting on your stomach, "this better work."

[kteezy997]

Pose for Me//T. C.

Hiii this is my first Timmy fic on this app yay!

Warning:smut, sexy photos being taken, established relationship, Daddy kink dirty talk

This photo was the inspiration (:

Timothée came home late, and couldn’t find his girlfriend in the kitchen or the living area of their shared apartment, so he called out to her, “Y/n?! Where you at, babe?!” “In here!” she yelled back, her voice came from their bedroom.

Upon entering the room, he discovered her sitting on the bed, clad only in a racy, vibrant red lingerie set. There was a big bow tied across the front of her bra that would reveal her breasts of loosened. “Oh-hey.” His throat tightened at the sight, and he couldn’t form any more words. “Welcome home, love.” she chirped, smiling.

As she stood up and made her way toward him, he tried his best to swallow and muster up the ability to speak. “Is it…my birthday?” “No, not yet, silly.” “Well, what is the occasion, gorgeous?” She put her hands on his chest and he started to relax more.

“No occasion, I just got this new lingerie set and wanted to surprise my man.” she then stood on her tiptoes to smooch his lips. “Mm, that’s amazing. You’re amazing. You look so fucking incredible baby girl.” He slid his hands across her lower back and pulled her into him.

“All for you, my sweet.” y/n cooed, touching the tip of her nose to his. They kissed once more, then she trailed her lips to his cheek, down to his neck. She put her arms around him. Timmy had shut his eyes, all his senses focused on her and her lips on his neck.

“Ooh! Babe, can I take some photos of you right now? This needs to be documented, you look so good.” he begged, eager eyes fixated on her. “Sure, you can. Gotta give my boy material for later.” she giggled. “Hell yeah! Lemme get my phone.” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Okay, go to the bed.”

Y/n did as she was instructed, and climbed on their shared bed, stating in all fours. “Yeah, stay just like that, baby.” Timmy said, snapping some pics with his phone. He put his hand on her waist as her ass was facing him. “Now, arch your back.” She hummed sensually as she did so. She did a little wiggle of her bum as her chest met the soft bedding.

“God damn.” Timmy huffed, mesmerized by the red bow on her panties. He moved to place his crotch right at her ass and snapped a photo of that. He was getting hard already and he had captured the evidence. “Okay, now lay in your back, pretty girl.” Y/n then rolled over on her back, grinning at her boyfriend.

“Come here.” he gently grabbed her by the leg, coaxing her to scoot toward him, as he was standing at the foot of the bed. She moved with him and he snapped some photos of her. “I swear, I could not love you any more.” he said, putting a hand on her tummy and slowly running his palm up to her breasts.

“Mm, show me how much you love me, Daddy.” she purred and smiled cheekily. “Okay, no more photos. I have to have you.” He set his phone to the side, and pulled his shirt off. Y/n sat up, letting her feet find the floor. She put her hands on him, moving down to the waist of his pants.

“No need for that baby, you don’t have to.” Timmy assured her. “But I want to, Daddy.” He chuckled, “There you fucking go with that word again.” “Well you are Daddy.” “I’m yours.” he replied, combing her hair back lovingly. She went on planting little wet kisses on his flat tummy, moving gradually downward.

She unbuttoned his jeans, and carefully pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. She moistened him up with her mouth, sucking softly, then licking a stripe along the underside of him. She used her lips to toy with his reddening tip for a moment. Then she pumped his length with her hands and gave the tip of his cock gentle kisses.

“Mm, fuck, you’re gonna make me come already. I haven’t even gotten to unwrap you yet.” Timmy said, holding back his orgasm. “It’s okay, baby. We have all night, let go if you need to.” He hissed and licked his lips, “I don’t want to get cum on your little outfit. I love it too much.” “Okay, just take it off me then.”

Y/n leaned back, letting him have full reign on how to undress her. Timmy bit his lip and took the ends of the bow on her bra by his fingertips. He pulled on the ends just enough to untie the bow. He unveiled his girlfriend’s breasts, smirking as he did so. He took the bra off of her completely and leaned down to kiss her.

He took the opportunity to climb on top of her and feel her breasts. He kneaded them and removed his lips from hers to kiss them. Y/n, in turn, tugged on his pants, just needing them to be gone. Timmy stopped for a second to get his jeans off and then resumed the missionary position on her.

So began a heated make-out session. They ran their hands over one another’s body and his hand winded up naturally between her legs. “Oh! How did I just now notice these were crotchless?” “Of course they are. Easier access for you, Daddy.” He hummed, “Good girl.” He kissed her tenderly on the forehead, and then he entered her.

He held her down firmly, and quickened his pace early. Within seconds, he was rutting into her hard and fast. “Fuck! Yes, Daddy! Yes! Yes!” Y/n cried. “My girl.” he grunted, breathing heavy, “You’re so fucking good for me. Always take my cock so well.” His tip hit her even deeper and she whimpered, “Ahh, feels so good, Daddy!”

Wet, harsh slapping sounds filled the air, and Timmy brought one of y/n’s legs up to his chest. He left a smacking kiss on her calf and held onto her leg tightly as he tried to keep a steady pace. His other hand pressed against her tummy, keeping her in place as he fucked her.

Y/n moaned like mad, throwing her head back with numbing pleasure. “You’re so fucking deep inside me! I love the feeling of your cock, mmm.” She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes, letting the bliss of being with him wash over her body.

“Play with my clit, and I’ll come, Daddy. Please.” she begged. “Anything for you.” he responded, his voice low and ragged. He pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing steady circles over her. “Yes, yes, yes!” He drove his hips into her slower than before, but hard, making sure to hit her g-spot in time with rubbing her clit.

“Squeeze me, baby, I’m gonna come. Milk my dick for me, my love!” “Yes, baby!” She flexed her vaginal walls around him, sheathing his girth completely. “Ahh, yes! Fuck!” Timmy called out, shaking slightly and shooting his cum into her.

[eddiesghxst]

i’ve honestly had this typed out for the longestttt time but i’m just gonna post it now lmaoo, hope y’all like it!

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18+ content

summary: Harry’s tipsy and can’t keep his hands off of you

contains: drinking, public(ish) sex (not really they’re literally in a restroom), unprotected sex, a sliver of choking, and harry being a cheeky mf <3

word count: 2.6k

-masterlist-

No cause let’s talk about Harry taking you, his girlfriend of a few years, to a wedding as his date. The wedding is outside, you would be wearing a cream silk dress that matches his cream-colored suit, and you two look fucking amazing together. You and Harry can’t keep your hands off each other, stealing quick kisses here and there before you’re both pulled off in separate directions to talk with different people.

Eventually, Harry finds you standing by some friends, listening to them chatter whilst nursing your 4th flute of champagne. He sneaks up behind you, one hand holding his drink as he presses his other palm flat against your tummy to swiftly pull you into the front of his body as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Your skin is warm from the sun that had been beating down on you until the night took over. A tipsy smile makes its way across your lips as well as his as he presses a kiss to the inside of your neck. “Doin’ okay, love?”

You hum as you lean into him, the rich scent of his cologne wrapping around you in a hazy manner. “Amazing. You?”

He smiles, hand shifting to squeeze your hip as he takes a quick sip of his drink. “Never been better, baby. Y’look so good tonight.” He pauses to lightly nip his teeth at your ear, grinning when you softly giggle. “You look good every night. Wanna take you home.”

Your free hand moves to rest over his hand that’s resting on your hip, you hum, your body buzzing from the bubbly drinks running through your veins and the gorgeous man touching you so sensually. “A bit early to leave, H.”

Harry groans, low enough for only your ears. He pitches your hips back against him, the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your ass making your heart race in anticipation. “I’m not gonna make it the whole night, baby. You look so good, can’t get a fucking grip.”

You look around, gazing through the crowds of tipsy people dancing and laughing, paying no attention to the two of you practically grinding against each other. You finish the last sip of your champagne as you grab the wandering hand of your lover, leading him through the clumps of people. Harry follows suit, bottom lip tucked between his teeth and eyes half-lidded as he smiles. He leaves both of your glasses on a random table, whining to grab ahold of your hand once again. The tips of his shoes knock against the heels of your pumps once or twice, the both of you drunkenly giggling as you push open the door to the building, a gush of cool AC kissing the both of you as you stumble into the establishment.

“Where are you taking me, miss?” He raises an eyebrow as you continue to pull him through the building. “Somewhere we can be alone, lover boy.”

Harry smiles as you stop in front of a door, ‘FAMILY RESTROOM’ written across the top of the heavy wood. Harry’s chest is pressed against your back as you push the door open, the heat radiating from him nearly making your knees buckle.

Luckily, no one is in the restroom as you drag the tipsy man in with you, instructing him to lock the door. His fingers fumble with the lock as he pulls you closer to him, stealing one, two, three, kisses before sealing it with one lengthy kiss. You both smile, teeth knocking against teeth as he backs you up against the counter of the restroom.

“You’re naughty, dragging me into family restrooms for a shag.” He teases, heavily decorated hands coasting up your dress to dance across your smooth skin, finally arriving at your hips to pitch you up onto the countertop. You hum, lips hungrily moving against his for a moment as you tug his white wife-beater out of the waistband of his trousers.

“You’re the one who can’t keep it in his pants.” You point out, panting out against his cheek as he pushes your dress up your legs to bunch up at your hips.

“Never can when you’re around.” He playfully bites the tip of your ear, smiling when you giggle, squeezing his bicep. “Gotta be quick, H. Still have a wedding to attend.” You remind him as your alcohol-weighted fingers undo his belt.

“Don’t think they’ll miss us too much, yeah?” He shrugs, leaning in to kiss you once more, warm hands drifting across your body and up your torso, pausing to squeeze at your tits.

“Don’t even have anything under this dress, s’like you’re just begging me to fuck you.” He mumbles, fingers lightly pinching your pebbled nipples causing you to moan. “Please, H.”

Your hand slips into his pants, quickly finding what you’re looking for and wrapping around his cock, lightly squeezing him. He moans into your mouth as his hips buck against your hand, eyes squeezing tight and mouth dropping in ecstasy. He shudders, a low hum rumbling from the back of his throat before he whines, “Oh fuck, do that again. Do it again.”

You follow his orders, squeezing before giving him one stroke, thumb swiping across the tip to smear the pre-cum that’s collected there. “Fuck me, Harry. Please fuck me.” You whine, squirming against his body as you steadily pump his cock in his pants.

He swiftly removes your hand, pushing his pants down just enough to free his hard length from the designer trousers. As one hand wraps around himself, his other hand slips under your dress, heavy eyes watching your face as he swipes two fingers from your clit down to your weeping hole, slowly easing the thick digits into the hot and wet cavern. Your jaw drops, eyebrows furrowing as he curls the digits in a ‘come hither’ motion, a breathless moan falling from your mouth. He mumbles something against your lips and in your arousal fogged mind, you can only make out a few words; his instruction to hold your dress up, which you swiftly do, holding the thin fabric against your stomach. He looks down, moaning at the sight of your slick heat snug around his fingers. “Look at you, always so ready for me.”

You mewl in slight embarrassment from how wet you are in such a short time, but you’re practically always turned on when you’re around Harry. You’re insatiable when it comes to your boyfriend, in every way shape, and form.

He removes his fingers, wrapping them around his dick, stroking himself a few times, using your arousal to slicken the slide.

You push against his chest causing him to stumble back a few steps, watching as you hop down from the countertop to turn around, hands resting against the edge of the cool marble tops, glancing at him through the mirror. “Want you to fuck me from behind, H, please.” You beg, ass pressing back against him. He groans, his free hand reaching out to grasp your hip, pushing you forward until the edge of the counter digs into the soft skin of your hips.

“My dirty girl, begging me to fuck her from behind in the middle of a wedding.” He mumbles against your ear as his hands make quick work of pulling your dress back up. With one hand holding your dress at the bottom of your spine, his other hand grabs ahold of himself, shuffling forward to paint his tip across your wet cunt. Your hips stutter backward, chasing the full feeling you know he can give you, whining out into the air, “Please...”

He hums, softly tapping his foot against your ankles to kick your legs wider apart. He taps the tip of his cock against your cunt before swiftly pushing into you, body shuddering at the overwhelming feeling of your pussy. You’re wet, tight, and so fucking warm, his knees nearly buckle within the first few moments. He watches as your eyes shut, swollen lips parting to let out a soft moan.

“Fuck...y’feel so good baby.” He whispers against your ear. You whimper, hips pushing back against his as you subconsciously squeeze down on his hard length, a whine emitting from the back of Harry’s throat. “Don’t do that, fuck don’t do that. You’re gonna make me cum.” He rushes out, fingers squeezing your hips harder. You laugh, peering at him through heavy eyes as he tips his head back, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“Already?” “Shut up,”

You laugh again, another whine tumbling from his lips along with rambles of ‘stop fucking laughing I can feel everything.’ and ‘It isn’t funny it’s embarrassing, I’m so fucking horny.”

You tug your lips between your teeth, suppressing your laughter as you wait for him to collect himself. “I love you, but if you don’t fuck me soon I might lose feeling in my legs from this position.” You tease. His head tilts back down to look at you, heavily swallowing as he nods.

He pulls out just enough to where his tip is all that’s left in you before swiftly pushing back in, watching as your jaw drops further and further each time he repeats the action. His lips brush against your ear as he speaks, “Anything for my girl, right? Always wanna make you feel good.” The pace steadily picks up, the both of you heavily panting into the air as you greedily chase your highs. One particular harsh thrust has you pathetically mewling, keening forward over the counter, hand reaching forward to the mirror to catch yourself. “Oh fuck, Harry. Shit, harder, please harder.” You ramble, whimpering with each thrust as he begins to fuck into you at a harsher pace.

“You’re so tight. So good to me, always so good to me.” He pants against your ear, left hand moving up your body to squeeze your tits, moving the fabric of your dress down to expose the soft flesh. His fingers pinch at your nipples until they harden, broken moans tumbling across your lips to spill into the thick air.

That recognizable warm feeling begins to bubble in the pit of your stomach, your moans becoming loud enough to be heard from outside the heavy wooden door, anyone passing would know without a doubt what was going on behind the closed door. Your arms have become weaker, your upper body dropping to lean on your elbows as Harry relentlessly pounds into you from behind. His hand has left your breasts, now gripping your shoulder to help pull you back against each powerful thrust he gives you.

Your heart is racing, your body thrumming with the need to cum, and you can hear the blood rushing through your ears, the heavy moans and grunts spilling from your boyfriend, and the sinful sloshing sound of your sex paired with the repetitive noise of Harry’s hips slamming against your ass. You glance into the mirror, watching Harry as he works himself in and out of you, a sheet of sweat dancing across his skin, necklaces bouncing in the middle of his chest, his gaze stuck watching where the two of you meet. He looks like a god damn sex god.

“I’m…” Your mind is so hazy from the champagne and the way Harry is fucking you, your words seem to jumble up in your brain. His eyes snap up to meet yours through the mirror. Harry’s hand slips around your neck, fingers gripping your throat to deliver a delicious squeeze, a strangled and broken moan rising from the back of your throat. “I’m gonna cum.” You rush out.

Harry uses his grip on your neck to pull you up against his chest, your back arching as your head rests against his shoulder. “Yeah? Gonna cum for me?” His silky voice is right at your ear, the sensation of his cock slamming in and out of you paired with the heavy and calculated squeezes he gives your throat causes your body to shake with overwhelming pleasure. “Yes. Shit, yes, Harry. Just like that, I’m gonna cum.”

Harry can barely think straight, the only coherent thought running through his brain is the goal of you and his climaxes, his hips persistently delivering sharp thrusts into your backside, watching the filthy scene unfold through the mirror. Your head is dropped back against his shoulder, mouth ajar as pathetic moans slip with every thrust, the straps of your dress have fallen, your tits on full display as they jolt with each movement. Your skin is flushed and shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, every inch of you is fucking sinful and Harry loses his mind just a little more each time he runs his eyes over your shaking figure.

His fingers find their way to your throbbing clit, rubbing fast and calculated circles into the sensitive area. “Come on,” His voice is low in your ear as he encourages you. “You’re so good...so good to me, baby, please cum.” He begs. Your eyes are squeezed shut, legs beginning to shake because you’re so fucking close.

“Wanna feel you squeezing my cock like you did this mornin’ when I had you bent over the hotel patio with that white slip you had on, yeah? Remember that, baby?”

“Fuck! Yes yes yes, I remember. You fuck me so good, Harry, every time. Shit.” Your fingers have lost themselves in his messy curls, gripping them tightly as you begin to tip over the edge, a hiss falling from Harry’s lips at the sting from your actions. “There we go. Such a good fucking girl, cumming all over my cock, look at you all cock drunk.” He slurs, watching as you shake and moan, pussy quivering as your climax finally washes over you.

Your nails dig into his scalp, calling out in ecstasy when he continues to sloppily thrust into you, chasing his own high.

“Fuck… oh fuck, baby.” He cries out. You watch through lidded eyes as his jaw falls open, eyebrows pinching together as his orgasm hits him, the warm feeling of his cum shooting into you in several spurts causing a whine to erupt from you. “Love you so fucking much. So fucking good to me.” He pants into your ear, lips smearing wet kisses against your hot skin.

You whimper, mouth dry as you swallow, limbs feeling even heavier than before now that you’ve had a mind-blowing orgasm on top of the countless flutes of champagne. You’re sloppily kissing Harry as he pulls out, a whine coming from you at the loss of his cock.

“God, I fucking love you.” A sharp slap is delivered to your ass causing you to jolt with a giggle. “Love you,” You press another kiss to his swollen and bitten lips.

“Did you really have to cum inside me? It's uncomfortable.” You frown as you reach over for a paper towel to clean yourself off while Harry gets himself situated behind you. He mischievously grins, reaching forward to pull you close and smack a wet kiss to your cheek. “I didn’t wanna ruin your pretty dress.” He hums, softly squeezing your hips.

You roll your eyes as you pull the straps of your dress up and begin fixing your hair. “It’s already ruined. S’all creased and crinkled.” You frown. “Don’t tell me you’re complaining after I gave you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your life.” He deadpans.

You scoff as you turn around to glare at him as a grin spreads across his face. “Don’t get cocky, it’s easy to fake an orgasm.”

[shorkbrian]

Don’t panic Bunny

“Please, don’t do this, I’m begging you, please-”

“Shh, we haven’t even started playing yet.” Izuku soothes, a hand rubbing your calf soothingly as if you weren’t actively trying to twist away from him. You can’t, due to the soft cuffs keeping you still on top of the bed, trapping you down, but you’re still desperately trying to wiggle away.

“I haven’t even touched you either and you’re getting all worked up. Take a deep breath bunny, try and relax.”

You can’t relax. Not as you lie here completely bare, restrained, armed with the knowledge from previous experiences that the green haired man before you is going to wreck your body in the softest way possible.

“No, Izuku I don’t want-”

The hand on your calf grips into your flesh, a hiss from the man sitting by your side, and then he’s looking at you with an intensity that makes you cower, try and hide yourself away by pressing down into the sheets.

“Say it again. Say my name again.” It’s a command, begged with fervor, Izuku looking at you with wide eyes as his breathing increases.

In hopes to appease him, get him to listen, you whine. “Izuku, Izuku please-” Your face isn’t wet with tears yet, but you’re quickly getting there as the situation escalates and so does your panic. You probably look a mess, face scrunched up and lip wobbly, nervousness twisting your features as you beg for mercy.

“Oooh, you sound so sweet.” Closing his eyes, Izuku relishes the sound of your voice saying his name, the sound of you obeying. 

Now both of his hands are touching your body, palms flat as they rub up your legs, squeeze into the flesh of your thighs. Izuku has always had a thing for your thighs, loving to hold them, fondle the fat there, squeezing and bruising you and kissing all over them, worshipping.

You start to cry when his hands creep higher, to your bare core where the man slowly starts stroking his fingers up and down, teasing.

He’s mumbling, like he almost always does. Stray words about how warm you feel already, how he’ll get you nice and wet. Going to treat you right and make the both of you feel amazing. You wished he would shut up.

The quiver of your tummy as pleasure zings through your gut is unconscious, yet Izuku latches onto the sight, raises a hand to palm across your belly, making the fire inside grow more heated and intense against your will. He smiles up at your face before leaning down, planting a kiss to your breast, right over your heart.

“Pretty bunny, you’re so soft. Just the way I like you.”

“Izuku...” His name tumbles out of you in a sob, but Izuku doesn’t acknowledge your discomfort, merely swipes his thumb over your clit, petting the little nub as he slowly starts to worm a finger inside your cunt.

His fingers are so thick, it makes you keen in distress just from the intrusion of one. The digits are short, stubby almost, but they never fail to prod away to Izuku’s heart’s content, reaching and exploring every inch of your insides.

Izuku’s a relatively gentle lover, despite his overwhelming nature. You think he’d be more frantic, maybe even inexperienced, but he’s slow and methodical to the point of overwhelming you. 

Another finger finds it’s way inside you, and a cry squeezes out of your lungs as your eyes squeeze shut. Izuku immediately stills, and you can hear the sympathy in his voice as he coos at you, tells you that you’re doing so good for him, taking his fingers so well.

The man shifts on the bed, and his fingers do the same inside you and you choke on your breath at the painful burn of friction, cunt too dry to take his digits. But then a cap is clicking open, fingers are withdrawing, and then cool, slippery wet is sliding over your cunt, Izuku pushing the lube around and covering his fingers in it as he rubs at your pussy lips, twiddles with your clit.

He always builds his way up to four fingers before sliding them free, scissoring and stretching you almost clinically, kissing absent-mindedly at your chest, giving little kitten-licks to your nipples. Pressing heated kisses to your whining mouth and peppering your distressed face with comforting touches of his lips. You hate it, would shake him off if you could. You’ve tried biting in the past, but quickly found that it wasn’t worth it. Izuku was too patient, too delusional to accept your obvious horror towards his actions.

Shifting on the bed, Izuku kneels between your spread thighs, and you can hear  his hand slick up his cock with the revenants of lube from his fingers. It’s a disgusting sound, accompanied by the man’s pleased huffs of breath, the sound of his hand pausing in it’s shlick shlick shlick of his length to fondle at his balls, roll them in his hand.

Your eyes are closed, you can’t stand looking a thin, tummy rolling with fear and trepidation, the burn of arousal trying to take over, the sensations warring inside you and making you feel queasy.

“I don’t want to do this, don’t make me do this, please. Please, just let me up, I want to clean off, this is too-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay bunny.” That’s his favorite nickname for you. You tremble so much, are so jumpy at his touch, whenever he swings his head to look at you, whenever he talks to you. It makes you uncomfortable, especially when the man  easily told you that bunny rabbits are his favorite animal, just like you’re his favorite person. “I’ll go slow. You know I won’t hurt you.”

But as his tip presses inside, you’re gasping, abdomen clenching and fear tightening your muscles. You hate this, you hate it, hate it, hate it-

“Nnh! No-o, don’t do this!” You sob, hands scrabbling in their cuffs, legs trying to tighten and snap shut, lock Izuku out, keep him away.

Izuku just grunts, his forearms coming up to rest beside your head as he continues to sink into you, body slowly collapsing on top of yours. It’s his favorite way to fuck, face-to-face so he can look at you while he pumps his hips, hold your hands and hump against you, defile you while smiling sweetly.

Once he’s fully seated, balls smushed to the fat of your rear, both of you are slick with sweat. You’re hip-to-hip, chest-to-chest, Izuku’s legs resting inside your own on account of the way he had spread and restrained them earlier, and you can’t do anything but lay there and take it.

The second he starts moving, you’re whining again, chest heaving as you struggle to breathe under the man’s weight.

“Izuku, it hurts, please - pull, pull out! You can’t - I - just, just pull out-”

But the man shakes his head, hips stirring as he finds his rhythm. “It doesn’t hurt bunny, you’re just sensitive. See?” 

You don’t know what he means by that last word until he shifts his weight onto just one forearm, reaching his hand down and shoving it between your bodies so he can play with your clit, rubbing over the engorged flesh in quick little jerks that have you keening and twitching.

“No, no-o, no, stop it, stop!” You beg, but Izuku just grins at you, teeth blinding so close to your eyes.

“Shhh, you’re okay.”

You aren’t okay.

You aren’t okay when he makes you cum, cunt clenching tight against his length and body shivering underneath him.

You aren’t okay as he shudders and drops his forehead to yours, takes his hand of your clit so he can rest on both elbows again and really start fucking into you.

You aren’t okay because you’re tingly and your head feels fuzzy and the room looks like it’s spinning and Izuku is on top of you moaning and gasping your name and he’s not stopping-

“Ahngh-! pl-e-please!!” It doesn’t take much to have you truly sobbing, choking on your tears and hardly able to breathe. “It hurts! Get off, please get off, I don't want this! Izuku, I-”

“It’s okay bunny, you’re okay. Shh, it just feels really good. Let me cum, m’kay? Be quiet, relax.... I’m not-not hurting you...” He’s babbling, more words falling from his mouth but you can’t focus on them, only on the heat inside you. The gross slide of his cock against your walls, how you can feel dribbly precum dirtying up your cunt and it’s making you feel so tainted.

Izuku starts pumping his hips faster, stuttered groans leaving his lips before he pauses and starts a horrible, dirty grind against you. He’s barely pulling back an inch before spearing deep again, rolling in little circular motions and you’re reeling from the sensation, cunt clamping down and body trembling.

Then he’s pulling himself free with a little cry, and heat is drizzling over your pussy lips. He’s cumming.

“Oh, pretty bunny-” He chokes out, and you can hear him stroking himself off again, milking every last bit of cum from his dick and painting it onto the outside of your cunt. Whenever it sprays against your clit you jump, crying weakly.

When he finally finishes, Izuku collapses on top of you, panting heavily into your ear, body drenched with sweat, curls damp and sticky as the press against your neck. 

You know he loves cuddling after, how hard you fought him and how hard you wish you could fight if only you weren’t held down by the stupid cuffs around your limbs.

A hand trails down between your legs, rubs his cum into your skin and makes you hiss in sensitivity whenever it skips against your clit, fingers thick and hot and too much.

“You did so good.” Izuku muses tiredly, voice heavy and satisfied. “Love you s’ much bun bun.”

You can feel his cock still, wet and sticky against your hip, limp between his legs. 

You know that this was only the warmup to playtime, that Izuku’s going to fondle and grope you until he gets hard again, and then more “playtime” will follow. It’s always like this, a terrible rinse and repeat.

Hopefully this time you won’t pass out.