#the problem is it takes heat and stretching and laying down for a while to get it back to normal

[toughtink]

hurt my hip again yesterday while hiking in a canyon and now i gotta navigate multiple airports and airplanes with a gimpy hip. :/

[splataii]

toji x male reader

cw: dom male character, sub male reader,

wc 1.5k

freeloader toji who likes to pop in at your place n take a load off whenever he’s in the mood.

no text, no call, no nothing. just him showing up to sleep on your bed, watching his shitty tv shows on your couch after draining your fridge for everything it's worth.

you don't get no chance to say no cause he's way too busy telling you just what an absolute angel you are as he slips through your door. you won't even know he's there, promise. but it’s hard for him to keep such a promise when he’s such a terrible roommate.

he walks around half naked like he owns the place, sweatpants falling so low around his waist that his dick threatens to fall out with every step he takes..

when he feels like being more annoying than usual, he hangs around you, leaning against doorways and faking a yawn or two to stretch so you can catch the outline of his dick, and the way his body flexes.

it makes it hard to look him in the eyes when you're telling him to pull his own weight for the millionth time that week, and he knows it.

“you got a staring problem or what?” he teases, following the way your eyes trace down to the dick print in his loose grey track pants. guys like you are just way too fuckin easy. too flustered to finish, you let him off with a simple warning before leaving him be. but what he really wants is to force ya to quit talking his ear off by getting you on your knees and shoving his cock down your throat. maybe then he could finally put that mouth a yours to good use.

toji also gets so heated about the smallest things, moving you out the way so he can be the one to answer the door to all your one night stands and potential future boyfriends. taking way too much pleasure in how they shrink in on themselves when he sizes them up from the doorway, being terribly sweeter than normal to you with all his pet names and touchiness. it seems like his hand stays glued to your waist no matter how much you pry him off a you.

everytime another guy runs with his tail between his legs, you're pointing the finger at toji, but that man couldn't care less. it’s not his fault they're too pussy. he knows exactly the type a man a doll like you needs and he can give that to you better than any of those little boys ever could.

what's more is he has no sense of personal space. it’s always, “i was just looking for something,”

when he hovers so close you can feel his smile on your neck while you all bent over in the fridge, caged between his arms as his bulge rubs against the small of your back.

or “an accident” when he’s spreading out on your already too small couch and practically forcing you onto his thigh, subtly grinding you against it everytime he moves as his hand slips around your waist and under your shirt. he’s just tryna consolidate space, honest. it ain't his fault he's as big as he is. and it's definitely not his fault you’ve got such a dirty little mind.

and he's such a mess.. clothes, dishes, everything. you find them scattered just about all over the place. the worst offense, however, was a discarded package laying on your living room table. a fleshlight, you realized seconds too late, toji making his grand entrance the moment you're shutting the box closed.

you can tell by the shit eating grin on his face that playing it cool won't cut it, but you try anyway, pretending to get back to tidying up the table as he inches up close behind you.

“i don’t mind sharing,” he breathes, hand hovering on your waist a second too long as he reaches around you for his box, “if you let me watch,”

you stay still, waiting for him to laugh it off and turn back around, but he stays leaning over you.

“youre such a…”

“i’m such a what?” he tilts his head, hand subtly sliding down to the waistband of your pants, massaging where it meets your warm skin. he's rubbing in circles, fingers gently raking up and down your side till they're slipping under your pants.

your eyes trace the veins on his hand as you feel him squeeze at your bare thigh, your underwear hitching farther up as his thumb presses close against your clothed dick. your mind spins every time you feel him inching closer to your soft cock, taking in the thought of him pulling you back into his lap and sliding your pants to your knees so he could take care of you like you deserved. mind falling away, you let yourself lean back into his chest, your hand firmly placed on his arm to ground yourself.

“..or i can always give you the real deal,” he hums your breathe hitching as he gropes at your growing bulge, his words hot on the skin of your neck as you feel his hardening dick grinding against the curve of your ass, “if, that's what his highness prefers,”

you can feel the smirk on his lips as he presses a kiss against the side of your neck, and you blink away whatever trance he had you in.

“dickhead,” you mutter, slipping out of his arms and away from him, pretending not to notice his eyes trained on you as you break away. not once does that stupid smile leave his face as he watches you leave him and his half hard cock alone in the living room.

and that's he worst part of it all.. the worst part a him.. how smug he fucking gets. no matter how much you tell him off, no matter how much he teases you, he knows you can’t never stay mad at him for long. just a few touches in all the right places, a couple spoken promises, and you're like putty in his arms.

it don't matter how much tension you got pent up from his antics; at the end of the day, you're his. and he's always gonna be there to relieve that stress for you the best way he knows how; by bending you over whatever surface is nearest and railing you till you can't think of anything but the shape of his dick stuffed down your ass.

<3

“i was so lonely last night, yknow that?” tojis cock drills into you as you do your best to keep upright against the couch, “left me hard in the living room. had to take care of it all by myself,”

but you been knew that. he made no effort to hide it seeing how loud he was yesterday. you could hear him groaning your name and all the ways he wanted to have you from the comforts of your own bedroom, body hot as you kept your thighs pressed together, waiting for him to finish.

the moment you were back from your shift he was on you, pressing open mouth kisses as he made quick work of stripping you down. he had been waiting for what felt like ages to have all of you underneath him like this, so sweet and pliant in his arms, leaning into his heavy hands. coming undone at his every touch.

“what, nothing to say?” he grunts, grip on your waist tightening as you clench around him, sucking him back in with every thrust, his hands pulling your hips to fuck back into his, “or are you gonna let this ass do all the talking?”

you shake your head, helplessly grinding against the back of the couch as he splits you open on his dick.

“‘s too much,” you cry in between broken moans, burying your face in the nearest pillow in an attempt to hide how good he feels inside you. but he comes to a slow harsh grind of his cock, hands running all up your sides until they're resting on your shoulder.

he pulls you out of your pillow, forcing you to hear the lewd sound of his cock pulling out and leaving you empty. toji grunts, your tight hole not wanting to let go before its clenching around nothing, his pre dripping down the curve of your ass and off your thighs.

you do your best to stay steady on shaky arms, desperate whines muffled by your own hands as you feel him lining up again.

“you can take it sweetheart,” he rasps before ramming back into you, your ass spasming at the harsh thrust of his cock as he stuffs you full. your hand falls away from your lips, unable to hide the moans he rips from you as he pulls out and forces his cock into your ass again and again, making sure that the only thing your body will be able to remember is the shape of him inside you.

“that's it, doll,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss at the tears threatening to fall from your eyes as his strong arms keep you upright, “now let me hear you,”

[ddejavvu]

Hi, i hope youre doing well ☺️

Could i request another part to animagus cat reader where reader cuddles with Remus during winter instead of Sirius because its cold and he runs warmer?? Like he'll be in the common room reading in an arm chair while reader catnaps on his lap while being pet and Sirius tells him to stop stealing his gf and James is jealous/whiny that he doesnt get to have cat snuggles.

part 1 / part 2

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Despite the two blankets layered in an inviting nest on Sirius's lap, Remus is the warmest person in the room. The fire crackes on its logs, offering scorching heat, but what you seek is gentle warmth, and you've found it between Remus's sweater and his undershirt. You're splayed over his chest much like a baby would be, your paws stretched out against his shoulders and your head pressed face-first into his chest. His sweater is tight enough that it holds you in place, and you don't have to worry about falling. It means that you're able to fully relax, and Sirius can hear your rampant purring from where he sits on the couch with a sour scowl on his face.

"If you just wore warmer clothes, you wouldn't be pissy right now," Remus muses, not bothering to grace the man with a glance away from his novel, "She only likes me 'cause my sweater is warm."

That's not entirely true. While Remus does tend to dress for comfort, and Sirius for style, Remus runs naturally hotter than your boyfriend. You don't have the heart to tell him that, though, so you mewl in agreement to Remus's statement.

"Sweaters are dumb," Sirius spits, and no one bothers to mention that he has a small collection of them for the snowy days on the grounds, "I look better in leather."

"Your loss," Remus shrugs, and to add insult to injury, reaches up to scratch a spot behind your ears that only makes your purring louder.

"This is bullshit," Sirius finally huffs, breaking his facade of gloomy indifference, "Prongs, get over here."

James, all too eager to help out his friend and soak up affection to boot, has no problem tipping over sideways to lay in Sirius's lap.

But the man lifts James's head out of his lap by his curls, "No, no, no, not James. Prongs."

"You want me to-?" James asks, but doesn't dare finish, because the prospect of transforming right in the common room sends a shiver of mischief down his spine that he'd be a fool to question, "On it."

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah," Sirius nods, sneering haughtily at Remus, "You're not the only one that's good for a cuddle, Moony. Look at this," He gushes, as James begins his transformation, skin giving way to tight, short fur and enormous antlers that nearly grate against the stone walls around you.

"Oh, he's a perfect fit." Remus nods resignedly, content to continue rubbing at your ears rather than chastise his friends for trying to fit a stag on a loveseat, "Yeah, that'll work nicely- ooh, careful Sirius, almost got stabbed there."

Sirius dodges a prong off of James's antlers, taking them in his hands and holding James's head steady as the oversized buck folds his knobbly knees into Sirius's lap. The back two can't make it, but James fits them clumsily onto the cushion, maintaining his balance out of dramatic willpower rather than the laws of physics.

You decide once they settle that they're no longer in need of your attention, so you turn your head back towards Remus and burrow your face back into his warm chest. You feel it shake with mirth beneath you, presumably at an overdramatized reaction from the two boys opposite you, but you can't bring yourself to care; sleep is at the forefront of your brain in this form.

"Yeah, get real cozy!" Sirius insists, calling so that you can hear him through Remus's thick sweater and beneath the weight of his hand on your ears, "Whatever! We're cozy over here, too, 'never been more comfortable- ah! Prongs, watch the hooves!"

[mead-iocre]

Pay Attention To Me | Leah Williamson x Reader 

synopsis: do you know what's worse than dating a football player? dating a football fan.

warnings: brief mention of sex

wc: 2.5k words

Sometimes you wonder to yourself what possessed you to date a footballer. You weren’t athletic or sporty, and unlike your athlete brothers, you didn’t enjoy any sport enough to stick to it. Your only means of exercise was pilates and the occasional trip to the beach in your cute bikini. 

So how did you end up dating a professional footballer? 

You found yourself thinking about that question as you sit curled up on one end of the leather sofa browsing the Chanel website on your laptop. On the other end of the sofa, with her legs sprawled out and a beer bottle in one hand, sat your girlfriend. Leah was dressed in a grey hoodie and matching grey joggers; her hair was down, which was a rarity these days due to the heat, streaks of light blonde strands framing her pretty face. From your place on the sofa, you are granted the most breathtaking view of the ocean thanks to the expansive glass walls. The horizon stretches as far as the eye can see; the sky painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple. As the sun begins to set, it casts a golden glow over the water, making the waves glimmer and sparkle.

The villa was gorgeous, and exactly like how the pictures showed it to be. You had chosen the place yourself, tempted by the promises of walking out onto the deck and being able to jump into crystal clear waters. The spacious overwater bungalow features polished wooden floors, high vaulted ceilings with exposed beams, and furnishings in soft, neutral tones complemented by cool-tone vibrant accents. When you showed pictures of the villa to your girlfriend, she took once glance at it and handed you her gold amex card. She didn’t even ask you for the price. 

Back to your own question earlier, the short answer was that Leah was attractive as hell. She was also everything you could ask for in a partner. She's got a cracking sense of humour, she's passionate about her job, family-orientated, and it didn’t hurt that she was the most gorgeous woman you had ever laid eyes on. She made sure to spend as much time with you around her busy schedule. She accepted that you were high-matainance, and gladly indulged you. Leah was the whole package. Sometimes as you lay in bed, when the night is still and quiet, you would take a moment to thank your lucky stars that she walked into your life. 

However, no one in this world is perfect– even someone like Leah Williamson.

Your girlfriend’s biggest flaw was that she is a football player–and by extension– that meant she was a football fan.

And that was the problem. 

Today was the 2024 Euros final. England somehow managed to slither their way to the tournament final and will be facing Spain to compete for the title of Champions of Europe 2024. The original plan was to head over to the Williamson’s house so everyone could watch the game together. However, your birthday happened to fall in the week leading up to the final. As a birthday gift from your very generous girlfriend, Leah had surprised you with a week-long trip to the Maldives. Her only condition was that she gets to watch the Euros final at the villa 

Uninterrupted. 

And being the good girlfriend that you are, you were more than happy to compromise. That is until you realise that Leah has pretty much ignored you the entire day. 

Well– maybe ignore is the wrong term. She was acting the same this morning– ordering a breakfast spread fit for champions by the time you woke up, booking a luxury spa treatment for the both of you at the resort, and even letting you run wild with her card at the nearby mall where there’s a strip of high-end stores with names like Cartier, Vacheron Constantin, and Dior. You came strutting back to the villa in your new pair of Jimmy Choo kitten heels, while Leah trails behind you, her arms full of shopping bags– all of them belonging to you.

However, you were what other people would call clingy. You craved attention and affection more than the usual person. Physical touch was your love language, and most of the time, your girlfriend was more than happy to meet your needs. 

But not today it seems. 

She was far too busy watching a bunch of men on telly chase a ball around a field of freshly cut grass to pay enough attention to you.

Finally getting board of looking at bags and shoes on your laptop, you shut it down and put it aside. Stretching one leg over the length of the cream white sofa, you nudge Leah with your foot. “Lee…”

Without even moving her eyes away from the screen, your girlfriend just hums in reply. Rude.

Another nudge with your freshly manicured toes. “Leah”

Finally he blonde turns to you, grasping your foot with one hand effectively putting an end to your incessant poking. “What, baby?”

“I’m bored” You pout at her. 

“Then watch the game, darling” She tilts her head towards the 85” Samsung TV that is mounted on the wall. Her hand was now lightly massaging your foot and your calves, probably sensing how tense you are. 

You groan in reply, your head falling backwards dramatically. “That's exactly what’s boring me, Lee” 

Leah just smiles, but it’s a bit strained. She just wants to watch the game, and you’re making it hard for her to focus. She’s usually used to your indifference for the sport that she happens to make a career out of. You only "enjoyed" football when your girlfriend was playing. You attended all her matches and would cheer loudly for her when she's on the pitch. Whenever Leah would drag you along with to watch football matches as a spectator with her, you would reluctantly agree– after many kisses and promises of shopping afterwards– and armed with the latest copy of Vogue to pass the time. If she wasn’t on the pitch, you did not care.

You sneak a peek at her, wanting to see if she would indulge you further, but she was already turning her attention back to the TV. Stupid tv. 

You rattle your foot that is still under her hand. You didn’t know where this was coming from but you had enough of being pushed aside for a game of football. “Leah!” 

And that’s when she snaps. 

“Fucking hell– would it kill you to be quiet! Can’t you see I’m trying to watch the match, mate?” She gestures wildly at the tv. Her eye brows were drawn together, the skin between them wrinkled. When she looked at you again, her gaze was intense– piercing almost.

You glare back at her, hoping she can feel your wrath from her peripheral since she has once agin directed her eyes back to the tv. “m’not your mate” 

You huff audibly, snatching your foot back from her grasp. You could feel the annoyance bubbling up inside you. Sure, you had both compromised that Leah gets to spend one day to watch the game uninterrupted. And yes, you did get your girlfriend all to yourself during the last five days, but you couldn’t understand why she was pushing you away like this. You were being selfish, but who wouldn't be when their girlfriend is being uncharacteristically mean about it.

When you were in one of your moods, you had a habit of muttering under your breath when things don't go your way, making scathing, albeit humorous, remarks. It wasn’t long before the sounds of you grumbling under your breath could be heard by your now equally moody girlfriend. 

“bloody football…this was supposed to be a birthday trip yet my girlfriend is spending time watching ugly men kick a ball around…we could’ve been snorkelling and exploring the reefs or having sex on a yacht but nooooooo apparently football is more interesting”

Sometimes Leah found it cute but other times, like today, your grumbling was annoying and it was distracting her from the game. The blonde just wants an hour or two to watch football uninterrupted, yet you can't even give her that. She smacks her hand down hard on the sofa, startling you and putting an end to your angry muttering. Leah turns to you and glares. “If you want to keep grumbling like that go do it somewhere else. You’re actually fucking pissing me off. don't know why I even put up with you” She groans the last bit as she rubs her forehead like you were some sort of nuisance to her.  

That did it. 

You were annoyed at the lack of affection from your girlfriend, and the same person that you wanted attention from was now mad at you. You glare at her right back, but your eyes were starting to water and you were getting the sniffles.

Wrestling the blanket off your lap like you were fighting an alligator, you swing your legs off the sofa, ready to stomp to the room and slam the door like a mature lady when Leah grabs your arm before you can move. “Sorry. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, baby” 

You angrily wipe away a traitorous tear as it slides down your cheek, trying to shake off the blonde’s grip but she holds firm. She moves to stand on her own two feet until she’s standing in front of you. Leah crouches down slightly, forcing your eyes to meet her blue ones. She frowns when she notices your tear stained cheeks. “Darling…hey, look at me, please”

You meet her eyes, albeit reluctantly. She rewards your effort with a kiss on your wet cheek. “I didn’t mean it. Don’t cry, please. You’re breaking my heart, baby” 

“Oyarzabal…Cucurella! 2-1 SPAIN!! Time is running out and Spain are nearly there. Oyarzabal hooks the ball out left to Cucurella, who beats a flagging Walker with a lovely diagonal ball into the box.The substitute is stretching ahead of Stones, having timed his run to perfection in between England's two centre-backs, and slides to put Spain back in front. This might just be it for England…”

Shit.

You head snapped towards the tv in shock, your annoyance disappearing. While you weren't personally rooting for any of the two teams, your English girlfriend was rooting for England so you automatically were rooting for England too. Not that you would ever admit it out loud.

You were anticipating a slew of cursed words from the Milton Keynes native, but her eyes had not left your face once, far too concerned about making sure you were okay. You were her number one priority, always. 

Taking a step closer to her, you rub the sides of her waist lightly. It was your turn to comfort your girlfriend. You hug her, pressing your head against her chest to listen to the rhythmic beating of her heart. It’s soothing and familiar, and any lingering feelings of frustration have completely disappeared. 

“The lads can pull one back” You say to her, peeking at the time running at the left top corner of the screen. Your girlfriend still hasn't said anything and you assume it's because she's sad about the score. “They’ve still got 10 minutes to equalise– plus additional time to play.” Just because you weren’t the biggest football fan out there did not mean you didn’t understand how the sport works. 

“Quit thinking about the match for a minute, baby, I don’t care about them right now. Are you sure you’re okay?” Leah pulls back slightly, cupping your face gently, and you lean into the warmth of her palms. 

“There’s nothing to forgive, Lee. I was just been silly” You pucker your lips up at her, and she grants your request with a grin. She kisses you once, and then again, pecking your lips repeatedly like she can’t get enough of you. 

You give her one more kiss, giving her a sharp bite on her lower lip before you pull away completely. Leah frowns at that, her eyebrows furrowing in displeasure. 

“I’m going to grab my laptop and watch Desperate Housewives out on the hammock. I’ll leave you to your football–alone– so you can focus.”

“What no. Baby, you can’t leave me when we’re one nil down during a Euros final” Leah gestures animatedly at the TV, the scoreline still showing Spain in the lead. “Stay with me. Watch your show right here with me” 

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.

Without waiting for you to reply, Leah began pulling you by the hand back to the sofa. She sat down, tugging you onto her lap. You just laugh, not even bothering to reach for your abandoned laptop on the other side of the sofa. You snuggle into her, your chest pressed together, tucking your face into the crook of her neck. Just because you agreed to stay with her, doesn’t mean you were interested in watching the match. 

A buzzing from the inside of your short’s pocket startles you slightly. You glance at the screen, reading the text, and then gasp. 

“love, my Chanel sales associate is asking me if I’d like to book an appointment at their store to see their new collection! There’s actually a cute bag that I've been thinking about…"

Leah hums, distracted slightly, not even looking at the phone screen that you are practically shoving into her face. “Yeah, we can get your bag once we arrive back home” 

You squeal, already texting your sales associate to go ahead and book you in. 

“–only if England win it” The typing stops and your heart drops. Your celebration cut short. 

“w-what…b-but, love…” You look up at her to see if she was serious, and to your dismay there's not a hint of playfulness in her gaze. She's serious. Glancing back at the screen, you see England have only 5 minutes left to equalise if they want to play for additional time, but the seconds are ticking by quickly. 

Scrambling off your girlfriend’s lap, you take your place beside her on the sofa instead. You have never been more motivated to cheer for a team your girlfriend was not playing for. Mustering all the manifestation in the universe, and your desperate need for that Chanel medium 25cm double flap shoulder bag in pink quilted lambskin leather with silver metal trim, you shout from the top of your voice “C’mon, England!!”

Leah just laughs loudly beside you, yelling and whooping too. 

However, sports can be a cruel thing sometimes.

England did not end up winning the Euros, much to the dismay of your girlfriend— and probably an entire nation. However, you got your bag anyway. Leah could never say no to you. She would give you the entire world if you asked for it, but luckily all you wanted is a pink Chanel bag– for now. 

More spoilt!reader x Leah because you all seem to enjoy her.

I wrote this the day after the Euros and then abandoned it because I got stuck and experience a writer's block halfway lol. Hope it still delivered.

-- kisses, butter.

[chiscaralight]

you most definitely should NOT be fucking your plumber. but its excusable this time because tartaglia knows exactly what to do with you!

trying to clear my drafts lol. nsfw!tartaglia x reader. he's your plumber. slight nonconsensual voyeurism, oral, both m and f receiving, no penetrative sex, (here. pt 2 ?) enjoy plz. still have one more request to write after this then I should be done for the day. I've posted like 4-5 back to back since last night kekw

sex wasn't something that really shook you. sure it felt good, but it's not something that crossed your mind too much. well, not until that sexy ginger bastard came to fix your pipes that day. the boyish grin splayed on his face as you opened the door, the way his grey shirt hugged his arms, how smooth his voice was when he spoke to you... you're already clenching your thighs together at the mere thought of him.

so while you're cursing the person who marketed this house with an array of plumbing problems, you're thanking your stars it happened because you're getting to see that stupidly hot man working hard to fix whatever is going on with your housemate's bathroom.

but you never know what he's thinking! you notice the way his eyes catch the soft skin of your thighs while he's mending the pipe that burst somewhere behind the house. but it's barely a second before he turns back to his work. he's keeping the conversation with you as you try to hide your pout. you have an inkling of a feeling that you're not imagining it though, because he's raising his arms a bit too high for stretch and exposing a sliver of his skin for a second too long. when you finally look up from staring embarrassingly long at his happy trail, the look on his face is anything but innocent. the air is thick with tension, and you can feel the heat pooling between your thighs.

he just claps his hands together and picks up his toolbox. he nods at you and tells you to call him if anything goes wrong as usual before taking his leave. once the door, shuts you're groaning hard and flopping down onto the couch. you don't even take your shorts off as your hands are worming into your underwear, fingers quickly getting coated in the wetness. all you can think about is him. you're practically going insane! imagining what it would feel like if it was his fingers in you now, rough thumb pressing on your clit as he hits that spot in you. your orgasm comes quick and hard as you try to keep your moans to a minimum.

you shake your head as you sink into the cushions of the chair. you can't do this anymore. you don't want this man. no. you need him an abnormal amount. and you're going to make sure that you get him. what you don't see, is the way he silently pulls away from the window once you start waddling towards the stairs. it's going o be difficult walking down the street to get to his car with the way his cock is straining against his pants, but at least he'll definitely have something fun to think about when he gets home.

it's definitely wrong, you know. but your mind is made up and you're going to do this. so when tartaglia is stepping into your kitchen because "the sink is making a weird noise," you're leaning against the island and very poorly pretending to be doing something on your phone. but he's no idiot. there's absolutely nothing wrong with that fucking sink. so this is your plan? he's trying hard to stifle a laugh. he turns to you with mock concern and tells you he's just going to check the pipes under the sink real quick. as expected, but what you don't expect is for him to lay on his back and slide into the space under. he takes his sweet time, dutifully messing with the pipes as he spreads his legs and props his knees up.

you're not even hiding the way you're staring now. phone long forgotten on the counter, your mind is racing as you try to make a decision. this could go one of two ways, but the consequences of your actions are the last of your worries when you finally seat yourself in his lap. he doesn't even have time to question you before you're grinding down hard on him. the gasp that leaves your lips when he slowly rolls up into you is absolutely sinful. his hands are greeting your hips as yours splay out onto his chest. your eyes are squeezed shut, and a groan falls from his mouth as another voice cuts the two of you out of your daze.

you almost forgot your roommate was home! the man under you is about to speak, but you just shove two fingers in his mouth and respond as calmly as you can. she just tells you she's on her way out and I'll see you later before the familiar sound of the front door closing sends you a wave of relief. it's the feeling of his wet tongue dragging against your digits that reminds you of the position you're in. your face flushes as you drag your fingers away from him.

" no no, don't get all shy on me now. you gotta finish what you start, beautiful."

which is why you're now pushing him back onto the couch. you're quick to straddle him, arms finding his neck as he catches your lips in a quick kiss. those plump lips taste so sweet to him, he's not even letting you come up for air. his grip on you is strong as he flips the two of you over so you're the one laid down. the way his hands graze up and down sends shivers across your whole body. when he pulls away, his gaze is lazy. he keeps his eyes on you and kisses his way between the valley of your breasts, around your belly button and stops right above where he needs to be. he's slowly dragging his nose against your clit, and the sensation has you whining, trying to push his head down further, but he doesn't budge. he takes his sweet time, kissing over your clothed slit while your fingers tangle in his hair. he moves away and you're ready to protest, but he tells you to relax. his fingers hook the sides of your underwear to drag them down.

his eyes are sparkling like a child in Disneyland for the first time. you're fucking soaked, cunt clenching in anticipation as his tongue finally comes in contact with you.

he's moaning into you at the sheer taste. he's lapping up every drop like a starving dog, tongue finally prodding into you. he knows exactly what he's doing because of the way the wet muscle darts of his mouth, tongue fucking you with an expertise that has you clamping your thighs down around his head. it's sinful, the way he's eating you out like this not only for your pleasure but his too. you're pulling hard at his ginger locks as you cum around his tongue. he rides your high out, letting you hump on his face like a bitch in heat to strain out every last drop of pleasure you can. he's dragging himself back up, lips connecting with yours. he's still drenched with your essence, but you don't seem to care, because the tongue that was in you a few minutes ago is caressing yours, dipping and swirling into your mouth.

When you decide you've had your fill, you push him off to sink your knees to the ground. the way his lips start to curl up is almost automatic, and you're rubbing your cheek against the fabric covering his bulge. he raises up to let you pull his work slacks down. your mouth waters at how thick he is, swollen tip leaking precum as you kiss up his length. you slap it on your tongue for good measure, before enveloping him in the warmth of your mouth. he's big, really big, and you can feel the tears prick the corners of your eyes as he pushes your head down. you slurp around him and pull off, and the noise he lets out has a familiar heat pooling between your legs. you work your way strongly up and down, and he's fighting every urge to fuck your mouth; all in vain. because once he feels his orgasm coming, both his hands are supporting your head, and he starts to thrust quick. when he comes, it's thick and hot hitting the back of your throat. You gasp for air as he finally pulls off, and his fingers are finding your chin in a firm grasp.

he's about to kiss you again, but the sound car pulling into the driveway pushes you both back into your senses. you're getting up on wobbly knees and ushering him upstairs because you're sure as hell not letting this end here.

lol

[maximsdeadwife]

The Experiment pt. 2

Sherlock Holmes x reader

The Experiment pt. 1 // Masterlist

Summary: Sherlock needs something new to keep him occupied. You have the perfect answer to his problems.

Author’s notes: couldn’t resist writing part 2, which was also requested after I wrote part 1. In my Victorian dirty talk research I discovered that the term ‘blow job’ comes from the Victorian term for cum: ‘blow,’ and how could I not make the most of that information??

Warnings/content: nsfw - smut, f!reader, blow job, hand job, marriage, first times (Sherlock’s first blow job), discussion of safe word, sub!Sherlock vibes if you squint

Upon returning to 221B, you found Sherlock barely out of bed; half-dressed and dropped down onto the nearest armchair, hair mussed from sleep and face sullen.

He hadn’t had a case for over a week, and whilst at first he had taken to spending his free time gladly tending to your desires, you did need to leave the house from time to time to run errands and see to your other commitments.

It was moments such as these that the ennui really set in. Sherlock needed something to occupy him, and if he couldn't have you, he needed something new to excite him, but whatever that would be hadn't yet arrived on his doorstep.

‘Sherlock, darling, I’m home,’ you chimed carefully, not wanting to startle him out of his melancholy.

His eyes lit up for a moment before he saw that you were already busy with the books you’d collected, and he dropped back into the chair.

You were eyeing him, though, surreptitiously as you flicked through one of your new novels pretending to admire the illustrations while really you were admiring him.

‘Remember our wedding night?’ you mused, attempting to sound entirely casual.

‘Fondly,’ he sighed dreamily. If only he could feel the excitement of that night anew, the thrill of learning your exquisite body for the first time.

‘I’ve been doing some research,’ you went on, finally snapping shut your book.

'Oh?' An eyebrow raised, interest piqued.

‘There was something you mentioned that night that I read up on since I’ve been wholly unable to distract my mind away… it's something I rather fancy I’d like to try.’

Your voice had turned sultry, immediately capturing Sherlock’s attention, his head snapping up so that he could examine your current state and gather your precise intentions.

Pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, breath quickening, he thought, and at that, heat stirred in his belly, coursing to his core.

‘You told me you would like to experiment with your own orgasms.’ Shivers crept up your neck, not yet quite used to speaking in such a way in the company of a gentleman. ‘Do you remember? You wondered how it might feel to climax in my hand... or my mouth…’ your tongue advanced slowly around your parted lips rather pointedly, eyes locked on his.

‘And how do you propose we conduct this experiment?’ he panted, beginning to tremble.

‘Sherlock… I'll need to taste you.’

His heart began to race and his eyelashes fluttered, unsure where to look. Your lust for him often threw him from his place of comfort. To him, it was ever an unexpected thrill to be the object of your desire, but never an unwelcome one.

‘Where… how do I-’ he started, cheeks flushing with shame at how utterly libidinous he felt for you.

‘Lay down for me, here, on the chaise,’ you beamed, thrilled that he was ready for a new experience with you.

As he peeled himself from the little armchair to stretch his long body out, he propped himself up on a cushion so he could observe what you would do to him.

You knelt between his ankles to slide your fingers up past his knees and over his strong thighs. ‘Spread your legs a little more… that’s it,’ you encouraged as he settled into position, one foot landing firmly on the floor, grounding him. From what you'd read, you supposed he may need it.

‘I’m going to unfasten your breeches and take you in my hand first,’ you said softly as your fingers got to work on unfastening the buttons keeping him decent. ‘Only briefly, though, for this time, I would like to suck your manhood and have you spill every last drop of your blow down my throat until you’re left limp.’

Sherlock’s breath caught in his throat.

‘Remember the code word?’ you breathed, eyes growing wide with wonder, ever fascinated with his size as your fingers released his already throbbing arousal and wrapped delicately around him, pumping lazily.

Sherlock nodded quickly, eager to begin. ‘Mycroft,’ he uttered breathily, ‘if I don’t enjoy the sensation, or it becomes too much, I say it once, and you'll stop.’

‘Precisely. And if you do enjoy it?’ you smirked up at him, gripping a little more firmly as you stroked him, lips now so close to the tip of his length he could feel the warmth of your breath against it.

‘Oh-ah-mmh… then I… ah- I will cry your name… over and over until I have- mmh!- no breath left in my… oh!- body.’

‘Understood.’

Your delightfully plump, wet lips finally brushed against the flesh of his tip, parting to suckle at the precum that oozed steadily out onto your lapping tongue.

Sherlock cried out, his body jolting at the overwhelming fever that spread rapidly through his body at the heat of your mouth on him. He tried to think through it, tried to memorise the sensations, but nothing had quite come close to this when it came to his pleasure.

He'd fucked you every which way one could imagine, finding easy release in the depths of your own pleasure just by knowing that he was the one to cause it. But this, entirely focussed on his needs, was a whole other game.

He couldn't grasp any of the thoughts swirling around his pleasure-addled mind, couldn't focus on anything but how you felt, wet and warm around his root, devouring him like a starved woman presented with a delicious meal.

And a delicious meal, he was. His cock swelled within the passion of your mouth as you took him in further still, your massaging fingers at the base, compensating for what you couldn’t fit. Remembering what you’d read in that filthy little book you'd been keeping secret, you bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks, and you sucked, gently at first but slowly building to something more intense that made it harder and harder for him to find any semblance of focus.

You gazed up at him, eyes sparkling with your own arousal, to see him completely lost in pleasure, one elegant hand pressed to his forehead in delightful despair, the other gripping the edge of the cushion he laid back on so firmly that his knuckles had long since turned white.

You hummed, appreciating his weight of his heavy cock against your tongue as you felt a wetness grow between your thighs. The vibration your dirty little sound sent down his shaft caused him to whine out a string of incomprehensible obscenities, and his hips to buck up involuntarily as he fought to keep his eyes open and his head lifted enough to see you.

He’d never felt so safe with such a lack of control over his body, every nerve alight with passion and every muscle weak with complete pleasure. He couldn't think, but he didn't need to. He knew somewhere in the depths of this rapture that you would take good care of him, think through his pleasure for him, and finish him spectacularly. There was one other thing he knew for certain - one thought that pierced the haze of euphoria clouding his every thought - that his peak would come all too soon.

He couldn't fight it, he felt too week with imminent satisfaction to try to last any longer. He wanted this feeling to last forever, but also to explode between your lips and reach paradise all at once.

He released his grip on the seat cushion, and reached, trembling, for the nape of your neck. If his eyes must insist on clenching shut in unfathomable pleasure, he could at least follow your movements with touch, perhaps that would be just as enjoyable as watching.

It was.

At the exact moment that his fingers connected with your neck and slid up into your hair, he erupted with a shout, emptying his seed into your mouth and down your throat while your tongue circled his sensitive tip each time you moved upwards, and massaged his shaft as you slid back down.

Your name tore from his lips, a guttural cry that rang in your ears as he came down from his climax, breathless and groaning in exertion.

With a final lap to clean up the last traces of his peak, you sat back on your heels and smiled, proud of yourself for getting him off with such excellent results on your first attempt.

Sherlock was still very much floating on another plane of existence as his length twitched with aftershocks and softened upon your palm. You pushed up so settle over him on the chaise, appreciating his post-orgasm glow from a few inches above his handsome face.

‘A success?’ you chuckled, connecting your lips to his so he could taste himself upon them.

He nodded, opening his eyes slightly with an uneven smile meant as a silent thank you. ‘But I… I couldn’t focus on a thing. Nothing, that is, except for your mouth being stuffed full of me. Tell me you-’

Pride swelled in your chest. ‘I memorised every minute reaction.’

‘That’s my girl,’ he breathed. ‘You should write it down.’

‘Oh, I will,’ you promised, ‘in great, explicit detail. But first, another?’

His head fell back as you moved your hand gently over his sex, feeling it grow with arousal once again, and with that, a knock sounded at the door.

Disappointment flooded you. ‘You'll probably want to get that. It could be a case-’

‘They can wait,’ Sherlock whispered, waving his hand lazily. ‘I'm in the middle of a very important experiment for which we need more data...’

[frxxxncx]

wet shirt - y. jeonghan

»boyfriend!¡yoon jeonghan x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: you were just playing with the cold water, but jeonghan was getting hotter and hotter.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), pet names, establish relationship, comedy?(I tried), exhibitionistm, dirty talk, suggestive (I didn’t write a full sex scene, sorry😭), sex in public, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, jeonghan and reader are two broke collage students, there’s no a/c in the middle of the summer, jeonghan is down bad for readers waist, mingyu’s cousin is car washing with her cheerleaders friends, dom!jeonghan, sub!reader.

»Words: 2,5k

note: I’m struggling to survive during the heatwaves in my country.

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

An extremely hot day of September, Jeonghan and you were about to die because of the heat, with the a/c broken and without any money to get it fixed, the only thing that was left for both of you to do was endure it.

You were laying on the cold living room floor, feeling briefly fresh, well, only your backs felt cool, but that was better than nothing at all. You wanted to cry so bad, maybe if your boyfriend and you have gotten an smaller apartment or if you had gotten another part-time job all your problems would be solved, but that was the closest apartment to the campus and both of you were in a moment in your carriers were only one job was starting to crash with you studies.

Jeonghan let out a loud sigh and approached you sliding slowly through the floor, a long arm wrapped you tightly, body’s melting together, he hugged your pretty waist, and your face hid in his chest while he smelt the scent of your shampoo.

“Jeonghan, get away from me, we are in the middle of a heatwave with no a/c and the last thing I want is sweat” you said trying to loosen his grip, you only managed to get even more impossibly close to him.

“Your waist is very pretty, did you know?” He stated, letting you go, but now he was outlining your figure, specifically the big curvature of your waist while you were lying on your side.

“It’s not that pretty” a shiver ran through your body at the soft feeling of his hot hands over your covered skin.

“It is, and I like it a lot” he left a cute little peck on your lips, before getting up to go to the kitchen.

You giggled like a high schooler whose boyfriend just kissed her for the first time, and kicked the air once you were laying over your back again. You found the ceiling very interesting for a moment, thoughts ramming in your head, and then one of your top 10 most humbling moments of all time popped up. Well the floor was an incredible place to think about shit from the past.

Trying to forget by closing your eyes tightly you didn’t notice when your boyfriend came running from the kitchen with his phone in his hand, jumping like a child whom just was rewarded with candies.

“¡Baby!” He called you many times jumping beside you, but when you didn’t answer at the fifth call he got genuinely annoyed for a moment.

“Fucking bitch, get up, we are going to earn some quick money” he declared upset, putting one of his feet’s on you stomach.

“Ouch, take your feet away from me and my tummy” you said while grabbing his ankle trying to move him away.

You sat up stretching your back that cracked very loud making you win a weird look from Jeonghan, that was a nice crack though.

“Babe, my tummy” your voice came in a childish tone making you cringe.

“Tummy my ass, get up, we are going to work” he said at the same time he offered you his hand.

“Work?, wher-, no, how? Don’t tell me, did you sell one of my kidneys?” The fake fear in your voice made Jeonghan crack a smile while helping you get up.

“But you can live with only one” he played along, and you gave him a weak punch in his arm “Come on, I would never sell your organs in the black market, they are for me in case I get sick” he said boasting

“You little fucker” you whined in a very high pitched tone while he laugh loudly “Now, for real, where are we going to work in a Sunday afternoon?” You asked, getting close to your boyfriend so you could steal a soft kiss from him.

“We are going to wash some cars with Mingyu’s cousin and her cheerleaders friends” you looked at him in disbelief, where you were going to wash the cars?, Mingyu lived in a New York size apartment with no parking lot “you know the gas station where he works?” You nod and he smiled, an “ooh” left your mouth.

Jeonghan kissed you again, but this time, instead of giving you just a cute peck, you felt his tongue caress your lower lips and with a weak moan you give the wet muscle permission to enter you mouth, his hot tongue stroked your own, a whimper escaped from the kiss and Jeonghan stopped but not without biting onto your lower lips, you were just so cute and desirable.

“Let’s go?” He said licking his pinky and glossy lips.

“Yeah” you felt pathetic from the way your voice came out in a thread. Shit.

[🍭]

The sun was in a burning heat, attacking mercilessly everyone, you were squeezing the sponges, feeling drops of sweat dance in your forehead when you saw how the cheerleaders along with Mingyu's cousin were playing with the water, wetting themselves while soaping the cars.

Both of you were damp in sweat and your hands hurt because of the rough texture of the sponge, but you and your boyfriend were firm, both determined to get the money to fix their portal to heaven. The air conditioner.

Mingyu finished his turn a few hours ago, leaving you and Jeonghan alone, with a bunch of “pretty” teenage girls that were rubbing themselves in the windows of the cars. You noticed how this man who seemed quite old and looked… somehow weird got into the space given from the gas station for the car washing, the car was shining like it was brand new, even the wheels were sparkling.

“Disgusting” you mumbled, but as the time passed by, you didn’t even care to look again if the cars were clean or not, more money for the a/c.

Yet the sun was affecting you, tiny tears were starting to build in your eyes.

“Hannie, my eyes hurt” you said, pounding to just sit next to your boyfriend -whom was cleaning the rims- and hug his side, resting your face in his arm.

“Baby, we’ll be lucky if we just get out of here with our eyes hurting and not with a sunburn,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“Can’t wait to have the apartment as cold as the north pole” you whimpered with a high pitch tone.

“Me neither”

[🍭]

You guys didn’t have any idea of how the things turned out this way, the girls were having a wet shirt contest and maybe it was the fact that the school shirts were so soaked they looked translucent and that some of them didn’t have bra, but the clients were giving money like crazy, the tips jar was about to burst, and that indeed made you both so happy.

But your happiness was about to be doomed, you saw how JiWon -Mingyu’s cousin- was getting closer with the old green hose in her hands, with determination in her eyes.

Jeonghan and you ran like a soul who is hunted by the devil, the much younger girl was faster, relentless and with no mercy, the first one to get drenched With the extremely cold water was Jeonghan.

His grey shirt attached to his chest like a second skin, Jeonghan thought that the feeling was going to be excruciating, but the only thing that he felt was satisfaction, making his muscles relax.

“Jiwon!, me too, me too!” You beg when you saw how your boyfriend enjoyed the bath of cold water.

Your cousin’s friend did as requested, soaking you more than your lover who was laughing soundly, he was going to crack a joke when he finally caught more than a glimpse of you, mouth agape at the sight.

The thin fabric of your blouse outlined your delicate figure, accentuating your small waist and the curvature of your breast, black underwear, noticeable under the cloth, your hair looked darker, droplets of water travelled over your neck, disappearing at the collar of the shirt.

Jeonghan was certain, he needed more than just a little splash of water, he was getting hotter and hotter, and if the water wasn’t going to cool him down, only your arousal could.

You gave him a bright smile, his heart melted because you were just too adorable. He wanted to eat you whole.

A smirk was painted in Jeonghan’s pretty face, walking towards you while feeling his hardening cock rub against the fabric of his shorts.

He grabbed you by the waist, body’s so close your face was pressed to his chest, and you couldn’t help but joggle at the hard touch of his dick on your belly.

Jeonghan’s face got close to your ear, biting down your earlobe; he felt you trembling at the action.

“You know, pretty doll?” His hoarse whisper in your ear was ecstasy for you “In this wet shirt’s contest, you are the winner” his grip on your waist tightened taking your breath.

“Han-hannie” you said in a pathetic cry of his name, his hot chest against your was to much,

he was holding you firmly, making you that you could feel his dick poking your belly “We’re at the gas station, Hannie” you tried to move away from him, only managing to make him let go of your waist, but now he was fondling your breast over your shirt in a public space.

“Mmh, you’re right, but I think everyone is focused on the girls, so maybe, it would be better…”his face approached to yours, so close his lips stroked yours faintly “It would be better if we get into the car”he said with his honeyed voice, abiding into your ears“I’m going to fuck you so good, doll” his hot tongue licked you lips and you wanted to cry so bad, because of how much you craved his touch.

Your boyfriend grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers and guided you towards the old -old- jeep, that was parked behind the gas station.

Once you were beside the car, Jeonghan parted away from you, this time groping the curvature of your ass, making you yelp.

With some struggle he opened the back door of the truck and manhandled you into the back seats, getting inside after you, closing the door with a slam.

He hovered over you, dragging with his hands your oversized shorts, smoothing your cute and puffy thighs, feeling the wet and slightly cold skin.

“Jeonghan, I don’t think this is a good idea” you stuttered, containing a loud and scandalous whine because of the flaring touch of your lover getting closer to your crotch.

“It is a bad idea, in fact it is an incredibly bad idea, but that doesn’t mean we are not going to do it anyway” he whispered with mockery splattered all over his voice, his soft lips grazing over you neck, making you shiver.

Jeonghan hands descended completely to your crotch, touching just lightly over your clothed cunt to then grab your waist tightly once again.

His fingers soothed your flesh over the shirt, they stroked your back, meeting with the hem of your shorts and sneaking inside your underwear.

The skin from your ass was smooth and warm, he massaged up and down, squeezing and spreading your asscheeks shamelessly while you drowned your whimpers in his mouth.

His fingers groped your tight and sticky core, caressing carefully, enjoying how you tried to silence your moans biting your knuckles.

He got his hands out of your shorts, unbuttoning them with expertise, pulling them out in a quick swing, skin reddening at the friction.

Your cheeks were bright red, embarrassed because of the situation you were in, naked from the waist down, with the strong and obscene gaze from your boyfriend over your body. Your forearm rested over your eyes, feeling overly exposed. It's not the first time Jeonghan sees you like this, but you still have the entitlement to feel a little bit of shame because of how vulnerable you are right now.

“You’re perfect” he said, grabbing your arm and pinning them over your head with one hand. “You’re perfect and only mine.” He howled and kissed you passionately, sucking, biting your lips, enjoying the sugary taste of your mouth, and swallowing your moans delightedly.

With his free hand, he lifted your soaked shirt, now contemplating your soft and milky skin, his eyes now fixated over your breasts, his free hand moved your bra, tits now spilling over your chest, perky buttons saying “hi” to Jeonghan in neediness.

He licked his lips with lewdness in his eyes, his hot breath made your perky buttons even more sensitive -if that was even possible-, his lips left an open mouthed kiss, gifting you a hickey just above the bud of nerves, to then proceed and bite and suck your nipple, your boyfriend couldn’t help but feel thrilled by the cry’s that slipped from your mouth.

“Ha- nnie” you said in a pathetic mewl, you felt feverish when his teeth bit into the sensitive flesh, just like you were about to pass out from the sensation.

Jeonghan pressed his fingers in your mouth, making you lick and suck them. Once they were covered in your spit, his hand went once again to your cunt, pressing his fingers into your soaked core.

Two of his fingers entered into your inviting pussy without a warning, digits curling and hitting deliciously every good spot inside of you, Jeonghan savored how your face was showered in ecstasy, knowing that only him could make you feel this good.

You rolled your eyes and your mouth fell agape, gutural moans coming from you, your damp hair sticking to your soft skin and your cunt drooling exited, velvety walls pulsating and sucking his fingers, making him grunt because sooner than later it would be his cock fucking you to the hilt.

“Y/n l/n, hear your name now, pretty, because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget it”.

[🍭]

Fast forward to now, Jeonghan was doing the roll of a crutch so you could walk properly towards the younger girls. The mess spilling from your cunt into your underwear making you feel embarrassed, and the burn in your gummy walls, only made you more expectant for what was coming at home.

“Jeonghan, I can assure you that you fucked something inside of me” you whispered not feeling your legs at all, they were asleep because of the cramped place you just had sex in.

“I did more than that,” he said nonchalantly, tightening the grip on your waist.

“Shut up!” you said in a funny cry.

Once you were close to the group of girls, they excitedly gave you an envelope full of money as they thanked you for the help.

Jeonghan got so excited that he let you go, making you lose your balance. You felt a sharp pain in your knees, a loud howl slipped from your mouth, and when your boyfriend looked at you, he felt his dick twitch in his shorts at the view, you were giving him such a mean glare.

“Don’t look at me like that, I might fuck you again”

[san8ny]

nearby.

an: SFW with fluff, but there is some underlying hinting to Abby’s conflicting attraction to you; not an original trope obviously, so credit to the authors who’ve done this before.

It wasn't that serious.

'It wasn't that serious', is what they told themselves at first, as they looked at you, seemingly feeling like discarded toys a child leaves once they acquire a newer one— a better one

they were utterly absorbed in envy at how much she paid attention to you,

how she would call you over in the languid mornings, sun barely risen, to brush your tangled hair with a wooden-paddle while everyone else gets a headstart on their chores,

Or maybe, how she would click her tongue and swipe the pads of her thumbs across your sticky supple cheeks when you return from the trees during Maple Syrup season,

Abby Anderson truely had favorites, and it was clearly obvious who it was,

Though no one complained, she was growing seemingly aware at the odds you were becoming with your ranch counterparts,

“I just..god, it’s annoying, y’know?” you mutter to her, lifting your head up from where you lay in the grassy terrain, a small place you and Abby would relax in before attending to the crops, “Like, they weren’t always like this, Harriet was so much nicer and Opal actually use to talk to me.”

Abby hums, tying up her horse before easing herself onto the ground near where you lay, “I think you’re overthinking it.”

“You always say that.”

“Am I ever wrong?”

You smile as you drop your head back down, closing your eyes, “Kinda wish you were.”

Abby chuckles at your words before carefully lifting the brim of her hat and placing it on your face, providing shade to some degree, “Mm.”

After some quiet moments with the rustling of the trees and the Cicadas ticking amongst them, you find yourself peering up from the hat and staring at where Abby rests her eyes,

She had to have been one of the prettiest girls out there by far and the kindest ones,

Long dirty blonde hair, firm blue eyes that softened whenever she conversed with people to contradict her ‘tough guy’ persona, little dottings of freckles that would come and go—everything about her was pretty to you.

Albeit, you and her didn’t get along at first when you arrived on the ranch, but she warmed up to your willingness to befriend her in a way that didn’t feel like smooching, it was genuine.

it also, wasn’t far along the road where she would find herself falling for the very traits in you she previously found annoyance in,

the way you’d look at her in blatant confusion when she insults you with terms you’d never heard about as a city-dweller,

“I think i’d rather you call me a bitch or something..” you’d say with several blinks as she sizes you up,

Abby was humored with your presence around her, but it also gave her a sense of comfort.

You were soft around the edges the southern sun had wilted hers.

While you stare at her through the little peeking spot under the cowboy hat ridge, she cracks an eye open— “You have a staring problem.” She says, yawning as she turns onto her side to face you fully,

“Nu-uh.”

“Yuh-huh” She mocks, groaning as she stretches and sits up, “How long have we been here ‘gain?”

“10 minutes, i’d say? Give or take.” You shrug, copying her actions. The afternoon heat consumes you as you unbutton the top buttons of your flannel, “Not even June yet and it’s burning.”

Sorry, were you speaking?

Abby was too focused on watching the dribble of sweat traveling down your neck to the swell inbetween your tanktop-clad breasts,

“Abs?” You say in slight confusion when she doesn’t give you some small, likely smart-assed retort back.

Her eyes quickly flicker up to yours, blinking before shaking her head, “Y-yeah, yeah. Heat’s ‘jus getting to me too” She coughs out, “Let’s head on down to the roots.”

“Right.” You nod before standing up, “ I CALL DIBS ON THE TURNIPS!”

Abby groans as she watches you race towards your tethered stallions, “C’mon, those are my favorite!”

Though, when you’re not looking, she’s giving you the smallest of smiles,

How she would ever say she loves you romantically without ruining this relationship you both had tugs at her heart-strings,

but until then,

she was content with whatever you threw at her.

[realm-of-rosie]

💭 how can i disagree? !!!

i. genshin impact [ diluc, alhaitham, kaveh, and when they try to deny you something (spoiler: they fail horribly) ]

ii. fluffy fluff fluff only + short scenarios

iii. blog rules | masterlist

iv. love them sm

[ diluc ]

"it is far too warm for cuddles, sweetheart,"

"but i'm lonely,"

"and i'm right here, next to you," diluc argues back quietly with his voice heavy with sleep, eyes closed as he brings your interlocked fingers to his lips and kissing your fingertips.

"it's not the same, 'luc,"

"it isn't?" his lips curl up in a small smile, peeking at you through barely hooded eyes and his warm hand moves to cup your cheek before stroking it gently.

"of course it isn't," you insist, pouting, "you aren't close enough to me,"

a laugh escapes his lips, "not close enough to you, hmm?"

"plus, what if it suddenly gets super cold later? what if we both freeze to death?"

the chances of that happening was close to zero, of course, summer in mondstadt was characterized by a cool, refreshing morning breeze under the beating sun and warm air fit for parties and festivals that last well into the night, but he didn't have the heart to tell you that - diluc was pretty sure you knew that anyway - so he indulges you instead.

"only if you promise not to whine about the heat in the morning," he mumbles, opening his arms so you could curl up against his chest, kissing the top of your head, "no complaining about how i feel like a furnace, how you're sweating so much from it..."

"shh..." you lean up to press your lips against his jawline affectionately, "that is a problem for tomorrow, so we willl deal with it tomorrow,"

diluc's chest rumbles with the chuckle he lets out, "of course, my love, if you say so,"

[ alhaitham ]

"...haitham?"

"yes dearest?" he glances up slightly from the pile of papers he was looking through to flash a small smile at you - rendered unable to move and confined to the couch, "what do you need?"

"a kiss,"

alhaitham's hand stills for a split second and there's a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, and logically, you panic a little - as attractive as that smirk may be, it still signaled trouble. your eyebrows furrow together as he turns his seat to face you, completely abandoning the paperwork, crossing his arms.

"what was that?"

"a kiss," you repeat, bringing out the puppy eyes.

he chuckles, wagging his index finger in a 'come hither' motion, "if you want a kiss, you'll have to come get it yourself,"

"don't be an ass," you whine, throwing a pillow at him, "i'm not in the right state to be walking!"

"alright, alright," he concedes, dodging the pillows you threw at him, "i'll give you a - hey, put the pillow down,"

you lay the pillow on your lap with a huff, still pouting even when he settled down beside you on the couch, pecking your pouting lips.

"don't be upset darling, i'm sorry for teasing you," alhaitham says softly, as if trying to keep whatever he said a secret from curious ears, brushing his finger against your cheek, "i'll give you another kiss if you forgive me,"

[ kaveh ]

"kaveh..." i call out in a soft, curious, singsong voice, peeking into every room in the house until i spot him, hunched over his desk in his work room.

"kaveh?" i lean against the door frame, swaying back and forth on my heels, "kaveh,"

for a while, the only sounds in the house are the scratching of his pencil on paper and my persistent calls of his name until he groans and turns in his seat to face me before standing up to stretch his back.

"i have a small question -"

"angel, i am still not buying you a bunny, not when neither of us know how to take care of it," kaveh sighs, turning back to his work and i let out a squeak of protest.

"that's not what i wanted to say! but we will talk about that later, i'll have you know i am doing my own research on how to take care of bunnies - but that's besides the point," i huff, crossing my arms over my chest, "you didn't let me finish what i wanted to say,"

"well, what did my angel want to say?" he glances over his shoulder to check on me.

"can i stay here while you work? just this once,"

"darling -" kaveh sighs, turning in his seat again.

"i'll behave and be quiet while you work, promise!"

"i don't know," he leans back against his chair as he watches me, rubbing his chin in faux contemplation, "you're just so distracting angel, i don't know if i can finish my work,"

i pout, lower lip jutted out in exaggeration and kaveh chuckles.

"just this once, huh?"

i nod eagerly, "just this once,"

"i will hold you to that," he chuckles, patting his lap.

i stare at him in confusion with my head tilted to the side, eyes flickering to the couch in the corner of the office (where i originally planned on camping out temporarily) before going back to him.

"come sit," kaveh pats his lap again.

"but then you won't be able to work properly, i'll be blocking your view and reach of the model you're building,"

"it's alright," he says reassuringly, "i can just read over the files again instead, i need a break from being hunched over so much," kaveh's eyes stare at me knowingly, "besides, didn't you come here to spend time with me?"

"if you're sure," i shrug in a pretend nonchalant voice, slowly walking to him and settling comfortably on his lap, "i guess i can't say no,"

"exactly," he muses, rubbing my back while i tuck my face into the crook of his neck while his free hand picks up a piece of paper with words i couldn't begin to understand scrawled all over it - talking abou ceramic walls and wood patterns.

we (he) work(s) in comfortable silence until i hear him murmur, "clingy," against my hair before pressing a kiss to my temple.

"it's called having quality time and physical touch as a love language kaveh, don't act like you don' do the same to me when i'm working too," i pinch his side lightly, placing an apologetic kiss against his jawline when he whines at my pinch.

"well, something tells me this - cuddling in my office - is going to become a regular thing,"

[furioussouls]

Yandere best friend! x plus sized reader!

🌔

Part Two.

Warning: suggestive themes, cursing and yandere behaviour (I don’t condone this sort of behaviour in real life but alas it is fiction. Enjoy)

Reader uses she/her pronouns

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The drive to Elliot’s apartment seemed shorter than usual to you. Whether it’s the sudden change from being outside in the freezing December weather to cuddling up in a warm and cozy car, or Elliot’s soothing smell engulfing you during his drive home; You began dozing off every few minutes.

Suddenly, the car stopped and you felt the gentle pressure of a big and warm hand on your thigh. You tried to blink away the sleepiness and forced your eyes open and your eyes drifted to the the driver’s side.

“I’m sorry about waking you up, but we’re home. Let’s go upstairs and you can sleep in tomorrow, okay?”, Elliot’s soft voice uttered out as he started to massage circles into your big thigh.

“It’s gonna be so cold”, you whined as you looked outside the window at the frosty landscape: Big and small snowflakes flurried down and cascaded around the car. The harsh winter wind blasted around the naked branches of trees and was undoubtedly bellow freezing temperatures.

Elliot’s cheeks dimpled and his hands tenderly grasped your face. Each hand at the side of your face and holding your chubby cheeks, his eyes admired every part of your face and once they reached your eyes, he grinned.

“Come on, (Y/N). My bed is warm and cozy. Or do you want to spend the entire night in our car?”,He raised his pierced eyebrow at you and you rolled your eyes and internally cursed him for being right.

He left the car first and the biting cold hit your face. You shivered and buried your face in your scarf. The door next to you was opened and Elliot held out his hand for you. His calloused hands swallowed up your plump one, and his eyes observed as you continued to hold on to the source of heat while walking back. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his shuddering figure match your pace, which you assumed was from the cold.

The snow crunched between your shoes and with every foggy exhale, you stepped closer to Elliot’s apartment.

He opened the door for you and you made your way to his bedroom. Yawning, you changed out of your outside clothes and you put on some clothes you can sleep in and you threw yourself in his bed. His comforting smell of vanilla and sandalwood hit your nose and you cuddled up in his cold blanket and sheets.

🌔

Elliot’s slow steps towards his bedroom echoed through the apartment.

He softly opened the door and the view of you laying in his bed is forever engraved in his mind; you sleeping on your stomach and stretched out in your short sleeping attire, which exposed your deliciously rounded thighs and butt and some of your gorgeous back rolls. He took out his camera and snapped a picture of you. You are greater than any other whimsical landscape and thus he has thousands of pictures of you on his phone. Most of them you’re aware of. Others… not so much. He would never take any pictures of you in an indecent way! Anything remotely sexual will only be done because of your most enthusiastic consent. However, when you sleep, your entire face is relaxed and he can’t help himself.

You, his perfect little darling, are wrapped up in HIS sheets. The sheets that he sleeps in. The sheets that smell like him. The sheets, in which he spends every single millisecond in while thinking about you. And now his salvation, the answer to all of his problems, is sleeping in his bed.

His eyes slowly drifted through the room and looked at all the pictures he took of himself and you, none of the pictures indicate how far gone he was for you. On the outside, the room looks like a normal bedroom, adorned with pictures of best friends and some medallions he won during various championships. However, all the pictures he has of you two, spanning over the course of two decades highlight his obsession with you.

Every night he looks at the pictures and imagines himself as your partner. Whether that’s as a husband or a boyfriend or something else entirely; something akin to the relationship between a goddess and her devotee. Spending his life on his knees for you, taking care of your every wish sounds like a life well lived.

He undressed and made his way over to his bed. Elliot’s strong arms slowly wrapped around your sleeping frame. His fingers lightly traced your strech marks and various other marks on your skin. Your delicious scent infiltrated his nose and he buried his face in the back of your head. He fondled with your shirt and shakily exposed your plump belly. After he inhaled a shaking breath, his hands found their way to your warm stomach and Elliot gently squished every part of your body he can reach.

🌔

You stirred awake and felt pressure on your stomach and felt warmth on the entirety of your back. You blinked the sleepiness away and looked around, and saw tattooed arms wrapped around you.

“Elliot”, you mumbled out groggily. His eyes snapped do you and he smiled at you, exposing his pretty teeth. Some of his dark curls fell over his eyes and were now unruly. You gently grabbed his face and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. When your lips reached his skin, you could feel him release a shuddering breath. As you slowly moved away, his nose gently rubbed against yours.

You grinned at him and put your head on his chest. “Can we eat some dumplings when I wake up?”, you questioned him and yawned. Your eyes focused on the window near his bed and you saw that the weather has gotten even worse. The harsh wind turned into a rainstorm filled with hail and thunder. The pitter-patter of the rain rumbled against his window and you smiled at the coziness of your situation. His hands traced some patterns on your skin and he grabbed his phone to look up a recipe to make some food for you.

Anything for his darling.

(Do not copy, translate or rewrite my ideas please:) )

[sentientgolfball]

Same Old, Same Old

if you couldn't tell I've been possessed by these two recently

Read here or on Ao3

Pairing: Zephrit

Word Count: 3730

Tags: pup as a nickname, Zeph is kinda(?) mean...a little?, so much nipple

Summary: Ifrit takes a trip down memory lane by playing dress up with his old uniform. Zephyr catches him and makes the most out of it.

A bored ghoul never meant anything good. Ifrit had been sitting in his room all day, bored out of his mind. No chores to help with, no Siblings looking for him, no call to action. He laid in bed for an unreasonable amount of time, alternating between texting Zephyr and scrolling on his phone. Another hour passed before he huffed and tossed it on the bed next to him. There were only so many cat videos he could take. 

He heaved a sigh before standing, stretching with a pop in his shoulders. He figured a walk will do him some good, anything to get his blood pumping. Fire was an element of energy and Ifrit could not stand the thought of staying still any longer. Maybe he would even find something to do while he was out and about. Even if he did not, at least he would not be laying around anymore. 

He thinks about where he will go as he changes out of his pajamas. His phone buzzes, another text from Zephyr. From what Ifrit could tell, they have been having a day. They have been helping a new Sibling tasked with sorting through the older books in the library which is not a problem on its own, it is a certain Sister. Sister Gracie. She has been the problem in all of Zephyr’s workday stories recently. She checks out hoards of books and keeps them well past their due date. On multiple occasions, Zephyr has had to go directly to her and ask for them back. They were at their wit's end for today though. Apparently, she actually returned the stack she checked out on time, but when Zephyr went to collect them from the bin they had been damaged. All of them were either soaked or had some mystery stain on the pages. So all day it has been running between helping the new Sibling, talking with Imperator and Sister Gracie, and trying to salvage the books. 

Another ping from Ifrit’s phone. 

If I see her in here ever again after this I will be more than tempted to break that stupid human rule they can send me back to Hell it’ll be worth it to claw her eyes out

He stares at the message and quickly decides he will make the library his destination for his walk. It was on the opposite end of the Ministry from the ghoul den, so surely it will be enough to get some energy out. Plus seeing Zeph right about now sounds nice, for both their sakes. He sends them a quick text telling them he is stopping by before lacing up his boots and leaving the den. 

The halls aren’t as filled as they usually are, he passes a few pockets of Siblings and ghouls filtering about but that’s it. He greets them all with enthusiasm, a bright fang filled smile. It seems to be a lazy day for the entire Ministry, though the heat from the late spring sun might have something to do with that. 

He decides to take the longest way possible to the library, taking every twist and turn he can. He can feel his fire crackling just under his skin. Now that he’s finally moving around he feels ready to burst. When he passes the doors to the practice room he pauses though. He stares at the metal doors, out of place against the stone architecture of the ancient building. It’s been a long time since he’s gone inside, since he’s been on this wing of the Ministry. He hasn’t needed to, when Dew changed guitars Ifrit took the fantomen to keep in his room. When he gets that itch to play all he has to do is take it off the wall. 

He opens the door just to peek inside. When he sees the room is empty he figures a quick trip down memory lane won’t take too much of his time. He steps in, lights and air conditioning coming to life when the sensors pick up movement. He takes a deep breath, it smells of artificial cold and polish. Underneath all that though, the dull scents of various ghouls filter through. Quintessence and fire smell the strongest. Ifrit briefly wonders which combination decided to lock themselves in here for a few hours. Omega and Alpha? Dew and Aether? Phantom and Dew? Or maybe it was Swiss? The multi ghoul’s scent was always hard to pinpoint unless it was fresh. 

Ifrit shrugs, not too concerned with the details. He bounces around the mini rehearsal stage; eyes closed to let muscle memory take over. He bends backwards, throwing a hand into the air to show off to a ghostly crowd. If he’s quiet he can almost hear the cheering. He misses the energy of performing, misses the pleasant ache in his body after a ritual. Even so, he would not go back. Nothing would stop him from being where Zephyr is. Nobody had asked him to leave, but when Zephyr said they couldn’t  handle it anymore it wasn’t even a question. Reliving the memories is enough as long as Zephyr is with him. 

Oh shit Zephyr!

He pulls himself back to the present with a shake of his head. He already took too much time by stopping, Zephyr is probably waiting for him outside the library doors. He jumps off the mini stage, bounding towards the exit when a light catches his eye. One of the soundproof practice rooms has a light on. He thought he was alone. He can’t help it when he turns, heading down the short hallway. He peers into the window when he’s close enough only to find it empty. Well not empty, all of the spare practice rooms were being used as storage while the band wasn’t actively preparing for a tour, but there was no one inside. 

He goes to open the door, but it hadn’t been closed all the way. He pushes it open and steps inside, surveying the space for any signs of who the mystery ghoul may have been. Whoever they are, they left in a hurry. Uniform bags are open, a mask box sitting on one of the few chairs in the room. Ifrit moves to clean up the small mess, but seeing the glint of the mask has him stopping. It’s not one of the helmets like he was expecting. Its silver, no opening for a mouth, curling horns, and sculpted hair. Empty eyes stare up at him. His eyes. His mask. 

He doesn’t think as he takes it out of the box, bringing it up to his face to look into the eye holes. It’s surreal to hold it again. The only one who stills wears this version is Omega; feeling the cool metal feels wrong but almost right in a strange way. This was his face for his first few months Topside and now it just sits in a box. 

An idea crosses his mind. One that would surely get him in trouble if he was caught. Whoever was in here before him clearly thought the same thing, only Ifrit didn’t stop. He put the mask back into the box, closing the lid and picking it up before his conscious could catch up to him. His eyes quickly scan over the rack of costume bags until he finds the right size. If he was going to steal pieces of Ministry history he needed to do it quickly before someone else wandered in. 

He shuts off all the lights in the practice room before slinking out of the metal doors. He figures if he goes the short way back to the den he’ll make it to his room before running into trouble. The library is all but forgetting as he scurries back with his contraband. He won’t have it for long, just the evening. He’ll return it first thing in the morning before anyone notices it’s missing. It’s been a long time since he’s seen this uniform, he just wants to taste it again. 

He makes it back to his room in the den with no trouble, suddenly very thankful for the slow, lazy day. He has the uniform out of the bag; still on the hanger but laid across his bed. He stares at it. 

“What the fuck am I doing?” He runs a hand through his hair. 

Despite his conscious finally catching up to him, he shrugs his leather jacket off before pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. He discards his pants next, adding to the pile of clothes next to the bed. He stares at this old uniform in nothing but his underwear for a moment long before grabbing it. He puts the pants on first. It’s a little tighter than he remembers, meeting a bit of resistance as he pulls them over his thighs. After a bit of tugging he gets them all the way up to sit around his hips. The waistband slightly digs into his skin. The top comes next. He unbuttons it with practiced ease before sliding it onto his shoulders. 

“Oh shit,” he says with a mix of surprise and panic. 

It’s already tight around his shoulders and he hasn’t even rebuttoned it yet. He turns to look at the floor length mirror that sits in the corner of the room. The fabric is pulled taut and he briefly worries about the seams bursting if he moves too fast. He didn’t risk stealing this for nothing though. He begins to close the buttons one by one. It becomes a struggle once he’s halfway up his abdomen. He has to suck in deep breaths of air just to be able to pull the edges close enough to slip the button in. It’s a fight once he gets over his chest. No matter how he moves he can’t close it. He breathes, he relaxes his shoulders, he hunches forward, yet nothing gets him closer to his goal. Did he really get that much bigger since his summoning? 

He stares at his reflection, the uniform so close to being all the way on. If he could just get the buttons over his chest closed. He ponders any possible solution, so lost in thought he doesn’t hear the door open. 

“So, this is what you did instead of coming to see me?” Zephyr leans against the doorframe with their arms crossed. 

Ifrit whips around, a slight flush to his cheeks as he tries to stammer out an explanation, “Zeph! No you see I was coming to see you, swear on the Lords, but I…well you see it’s funny really—“ 

“Save it,” Zephyr holds up a hand “I can see you’re having lots of fun playing dress up. Please, don’t let me stop you.” 

They watch him, waiting for him to continue. Yellow eyes look him up and down expectantly. Ifrit almost flinches under the intensity. 

“I can’t.” He bows his head, looking at his feet. 

“What? Too shy now that you’ve got an audience? Come now Ifrit, I thought you loved the spotlight.” 

He shakes his head. “No that’s not…I can’t Zeph.” 

He tries to pull the buttons over his chest once more, showing Zephyr what he means. They watch him struggle for just a moment before it clicks. Their eyes scan over his figure again, only this time they notice how tight the uniform is on him. It's clinging to him, no wrinkles or extra space in sight. The way his chest bulges out of the unbuttoned front. They can see the outline of his nipple piercings. They can see everything. When the silence stretches on for too long, Ifrit lifts his head to look at them, guilt and shame written all over his face with how deep that blush has gotten. Suddenly Zephyr couldn’t care less about having to walk back to the den all by themselves. 

“Poor little pup can’t fit into his old uniform?” Zephyr pushes off the doorframe, stepping into the room and closing the door behind them. 

Ifrit’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline at the tone of their voice. Zephyr stalks over to him, running their hand over his shoulder and down his arm. They can feel the muscle ripple under the featherlight touch. They can’t help but squeeze his bicep, feeling the solidness through the fabric. Ifrit shudders, watching a small grin appear on their face. They meet each other's eye for a moment before Zephyr slips one of their hands into the opening of the uniform to grab at one of his pecs. 

“Why bother trying to button this thing? Leave it open so everyone can see your perfect tits.” 

Ifrit chokes on air when Zephyr pinches one of his pierced nipples harder than what could be considered pleasurable. 

“This is certainly an improvement. Could never touch you like this backstage.” They fondle his chest, squeezing as much of him as they can with one hand. 

Ifrit allows himself to be pushed until his back hits the dresser, hand shooting out behind him to keep his balance. Zephyr presses themselves tight against him, standing in between his legs to cage him in. He stares down at them as they start to mouth over his chest. The whiplash of Zephyr catching him to having that cool tongue gliding over heated skin makes his head spin. He isn’t sure if he should stop them, telling them to wait so he can take it off lest he rips it, or let them continue to grope his sensitive tits. 

When he feels them bite close to his nipple his brain shuts off, hand flying up to stop the whimper that catches in his throat. Zephyr does it again. And again, and again, and again until his chest is covered in purple. His hips grind forward against them when their other hand tweaks his nipple at the same time they suck the other into their mouth. They squeeze their tail around his waist to stop the movement of his hips. 

“Not yet pup, I want to take my time with you while you’re like this. Don’t want it to end too early.”  

“Zeph, Birdie. Come on, we…you’re going to rip it,” he struggles to form a coherent thought with the way they’re rolling that sensitive bud between their teeth. 

Zephyr pulls off of him slowly. They stand from their hunched position to stare at him, hands still roaming over his chest. “Are you telling me no?” 

“‘No!” He says in a hurry “, that’s not what—“ 

“Then shut your mouth. You’re the one who wanted to play dress up, so let’s play.” 

Zephyr steps away from him before reaching up to wrap their hand around one of his horns. They drag him to the bed, tugging and pulling at him to get him to lay flat on his back. Ifrit’s helpless to it, he allows them to move him however they want with nothing but the grip on his horn. When he’s down, Zephyr straddles his hips. Ifrit stares up at them with wide eyes, waiting for them to make a move so he can figure out how to not burst every seam on the uniform while they use him. 

They tilt their head smiling at him; something sweet and simple before spitting directly onto his tits. Everything moves quickly after that; they unzip their pants just enough to pull their cock out, jacking themselves a few times before sliding up farther on Ifrit’s abdomen. They reach into the uniform to squeeze his chest together, moving their hands in quick circles to smear the salvia around before letting up on the tension just enough to shove their cock between them. 

They squish his tits together until they’re hissing with satisfaction before slowly rocking their hips. He itches to replace their hands with his, do something other than stare slack jawed up at Zephyr, but every thought dies when he sees the tip of their dick peek out from his cleavage. His hips twitch up searching for friction when he watches a bead of pre drip so close to his chin he could lick it up if he craned his neck just a bit more. 

Zephyr laughs at the hazy look in his eyes, at the way he’s just staring at the way their tip glides closer and closer to his face with each roll of their hips. The laugh is cut off when his brain finally catches up and he flicks his tongue out to swipe over the slit, drinking down the pre pearling at the tip. Zephyr shudders with a groan, hips bucking forward to get closer to the heat of his mouth. 

“Not as dumb as I thought you were.” They huff, resuming a more rhythmic grind albeit it faster than before. 

Ifrit is craning his neck to keep his tongue out, licking over their cock as they fuck his tits. He can feel the drool running down the side of  his mouth, dripping onto his collarbones only to slide down and pool in his cleavage. 

“Making a mess of yourself pup,” Zephyr groans. 

Ifrit doesn’t respond, doesn’t have the brain power to. His senses are flooded with the taste of them, with the sight of their flushed cock, with the breathy little sighs that fall from their lips each time Ifrit flicks his tongue. He wants to get them in his mouth, properly suck them off until they cum down his throat. He moves without thinking, trying to grab their hands and surge forward to flip their positions. He doesn’t get that far. The moment he lifts his shoulders a deafening pop accompanies the sound of skin gliding on skin. Ifrit is slammed back into his body when the tension around his shoulders suddenly feels lighter, less constricted. 

“Birdie shit wait. Stop, I think it ripped.” He panics, squeezing Zephyr’s wrists. 

“How is that my problem? You stole it now you’ll live with the consequences.” They huff, doubling down. They squeeze his chest tighter, rocking their hips faster. 

Ifrit could easily throw them off, truly ask them to stop, but he can’t find it in himself to move. He’s paralyzed by the realization he damaged the uniform, but also by the ache between his legs and the weight of Zephyr on his chest. Caught between his want to stop and his need to continue. 

His mind is made up for him when a particularly hard thrust from Zephyr pushes the tip of their cock against his lips. His hands fly to their hips, urging them to do it again. They oblige, pressing closer to his face. Ifrit shifts just enough to be able to wrap his lips around the head, sucking and licking over it. Zephyr’s head falls forward, cursing under their breath. Their thrusts turn into quick little grinds, shoving more of their cock into that hot, wet mouth. 

Ifrit lets the weight of it rest on his tongue as drool runs down his chin. The awkward angle makes it difficult to take more than an inch of them, but he doesn’t care. He’s content to run his tongue over them, licking at their slit and the sensitive spot on the underside. Ifrit sucks, working his lips around them and Zephyr is unable to stop their talons from digging into the meat of his chest. Ifrit moans, eyes fluttering and hips bucking into the air from the prick of pain. 

Ifrit does it again. Instead of talons tearing tendering flesh he feels Zephyr go rigid. They cum without warning, coating the inside of his mouth. He instinctively swallows around them and they shudder as another glob squirts over his tongue. Ifrit suckles on his dick until it’s too much and they’re pulling away from him in overstimulation. They’re both panting, staring at each other with flushed cheeks while they catch their breath. When Ifrit runs a hand through the mess on the chest Zephyr groans. 

“Get out of that thing before I ruin it.” Zephyr slides off of him, knees cracking when they stand. 

Ifrit sits up to sit on the edge of the bed, turned to stare at his reflection in the mirror. He runs his hands over the deep marks littering his chest. His brain supplies him with memories from backstage closets and hotel rooms as his eyes rake over the disheveled uniform. That is, before he remembers where he’s at. Why he has the costume to begin with. His head snaps to Zephyr who’s just smiling at him. 

“Don’t worry I’ll fix it before someone has your horns.” 

Ifrit sighs a breath of relief. “Thank you birdie.” 

“It wouldn’t be the first time and I certainly hope it isn’t the last,” they press a kiss to his temple ,” now strip.” 

He stands, taking off the top as carefully as possible to not make the tear worse. The seam on his right shoulder is ripped down to the armpit. He cringes at the sight, handing it over to Zephyr before shucking the pants. Zephyr nearly doubles over at the sizable wet patch on the front of his boxers. The fabric clings to him, outline the shape of his now soft cock. They palm at him, squeezing him through his underwear and smearing the mess around. Ifrit shudders at the feeling. 

“Filthy,” Zephyr muses. 

“You’re one to talk,” Ifrit huffs a laugh. 

They shrug, gathering the discarded uniform and folding it neatly before putting it on the desk to work on later. 

“You’re the one who put it on. I’m not to blame for my actions.” 

“Hm,” he thinks for a moment, “maybe next time I’ll wear the mask.” 

“Oh so suddenly you have no reservations about stealing Ministry relics?” They eye him with a grin, something dangerous glinting in their eyes. 

He grins back, “Not when it makes you like this, birdie.” 

They hum, pressing kisses along his jawline “Good.” 

There’s a moment of silence before Ifrit feels their hand wrap around his throat, “But if you ever leave me waiting like that again I’ll make sure you suffocate, understood?” 

Ifrit swallows and nods. He shifts the weight on his feet, feeling his cock try to kick back to life. Zephyr grins at him. With the uniform gone he had no protection from their talons. He almost hopes they’re still upset with him. 

[bouncybongfairy]

Shot After Shot

BlitzØ x Reader Smut

Summary: After finishing up his apology tour at Verosika's party, he goes to the bar for a drink. The two of you drink away your problems and find solance in each others bodies.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Season 2 Episode 9 Spoilers & Angsty Smut

` Blitzø just left Verokisa’s party, feeling like absolute gutter trash. He knew that he had commitment issues but when he saw the potency at which he fucked up, it got to him. All those people who were so badly hurt by their relationship they were seeking solace in each other. Not to mention he was sure that things with Stolas had officially fizzled out. Not being able to get the image of him dancing with another guy out of his mind. He was walking downtown, looking for any bar that was open. All he knew was that he didn’t want to think or feel. You were at the bar after getting into a nasty fight with your boyfriend. You immediately took notice of Blitz, grumbling the order of vodka under his breath, taking the shot from the bartender's hand before he could set it down. 

“Rough day?” you asked.

“You have no fucking idea,” he said, downing the liquor, “another,” he said, letting the shot glass hit the bartop.

You watched him throw back shot after shot and listened to him rant. His mind set was continuously wavering, sometimes he’d talk about how he’s a piece of shit. Then switching to the defense, talking about how nobody could handle the little amount of fucks he could give. You started drinking a bit more yourself as he began asking about your personal life. Scooting closer to you and wrapping his arm around your waist. You’d recently broken up with your boyfriend and were liking the attention he was giving. 

Little words were exchanged from the car ride back to your place. Sitting in Blitzø lap while he drove his van to your place, not giving a shit where he parked. Wrapping your legs around his waist and letting him walk the two of you up your drive-way. Making out for a while with your back pressed against the door. Pushing his pelvis against your core and grinding down. You pulled away, digging in your purse trying to find the keys. Both of you wobbling and drunkenly giggling while you fumbled with the lock. Blitzø standing behind you, rubbing his erection against your bottom. Kissing and nipping at your neck while letting his hands wander the front of your body. Groping your chest, pulling the bra down, tugging and pinching at your nipples through the top. The two of you fall through the door and stumble to the bed. Ripping each other's clothes off, like you couldn’t expose the flesh fast enough. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he huffed out, pulling your top off. 

‘No, you,” you giggled, undoing the buckle of his pants. He sets his gun on the bedside table and then turns his attention back to you. Spreading your legs and admiring how wet you were. Laying his shaft along your slit, thrusting back and forth. Letting his head spread your juices around, loving how it slid across your clit. 

“Please Blitz,” you whined, bucking your hips up. 

“Already begging?” he asks, slowly pushing into you. 

He let his body fall against yours, wrapping his arms around your neck and letting his length sink into you. Muttering curses to himself, being completely overwhelmed by your heat. God this was such amazing stress relief for him. All that self loathing, accountability and guilt had been eating away at every part of him. Especially after talking with Verokisa; your body was such a nice outlet to get rid of such heavy feelings. Your legs were tightly coiled around his torso. Moaning into his ear, trying to get used to the stretch. He growled into your ear once he fully bottomed out. He couldn’t wait anymore and started thrusting his hips. 

He tried taking it slow but feeling how wet and slick you were around his cock made it impossible. Fucking in and out of you so fast his knees kept sliding on the bed. He bit down on your neck, unable to contain himself. Drool completely coating your skin, you rake your nails down his back. Feeling overstimulated in the best possible way. He pulled away suddenly and manhandled your body, propping your knees on the bed. Bringing his hands down hard on your ass, leaving hands marks on the soft skin. Fucking himself into you, loving the way your walls hugged him from this angle. Your ass continuously slapping against his hip bones. Sweat was starting to bead on his forehead from the work he was putting in. 

You were gripping onto the blanket, practically screaming into the mattress. His hands were coming down on you relentlessly, he got a kick out of watching you try to squirm away. Part of him wanted to call out this bluff, acting like you couldn’t take his cock anymore. As if you wouldn’t be a whining begging mess if he actually stopped. The other half of him knew he couldn’t control himself enough to pull out of your tight pussy. Seriously, if it didn’t feel so good to be plunging in and out of you he kept himself buried inside. Try relentlessly to get his length deeper and deeper into you. Blitzø was getting close, his length throbbing and aching while chasing his orgasm. He let himself fall on top of you, wrapping his arms around you; engulfing your body in his embrace while pile-driving his cock into you. For a quick second his mind thought about Stolas but he quickly distracted himself. 

“You’re such a fucking slut, like being used as a hole and nothing more,” he groaned into your ear while he came. 

You could feel him filling you, how his length pulsated while cum started seeping out the sides. Intense waves of euphoria swept over your body while cumming. Your wall convulsing and tightening around his cock while both of you came down from the high. He wasn’t in the mood for casualties, nor did he want to stay around long enough for you to realize this was a mistake. Too drunk to notice him gathering his things, or to clean up the cum that was leaking out of you. He left and sat in his van for a while before driving off.

[pink-valkyrie-writes]

Hi! Can I request reader getting comforted by Mercy, Ashe, Junkerqueen, and Moira? Maybe they fell while out on a walk or something and needs some love from their girlfriend? Or you can do what you want, I don’t mind. I’m just in love with these 4 😭

this is so cute 😭thank you for requesting! My computer has been a little wack but the problem is fixed! Hopefully I can get out some fics sooner!!!!

Mercy, Ashe, Junker Queen and Moira comforting their s/o

Mercy

-Angela sat in her office, filling out paperwork and typing numbers on her laptop. She barely noticed when you opened the door and called her name

-You decided to visit her office after a hard day. Your computer was still messed up from the last week IT promised you they would fix and you spill your coffee all over your desk with important paperwork. After waiting almost 2 hours, your computer was fixed but you were now swarmed with work

-After getting angry phone calls all day and sending emails, you just wanted to spend time your girlfriend. The last thing you need was to trip over your own shoes. You looked up and recognized some of Angela's assistants...that just watch you trip over yourself. They seem to be giggling while walking away

-That was your breaking point, eye stinging as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. You got up and speed walked over to her office, wiping your face hurriedly while sniffling

-When Angela looked up from her laptop, she saw that you were in tears, "Liebling, what's the matter?". You couldn't answer her, you just put your face in your hands and cried. It seemed her just asking what was wrong was the last thing to make you break down

-"Oh my baby...Come here mien schatz," She whispered, stretching her arms out for you to come sit on her lap. You immediately went to her and sat down. She rubbed your back, "Let it out, tell me what happened," she asked

-Through tears and sobs, you told her your day. The last bit of her of her assistants ticked her off, "I'm sorry about your day liebling...and I will say something to those two, don't you worry," she promised, moving your hair out of your face

-You gave her a smile, "Thank you baby, you're an angel," you said, giving her a kiss on the lips <3

Ashe

-Elizabeth was having B.O.B run errands as she filled out some paperwork. Being head of a gang isn't easy work physically, but also financially

-You walked into her office unannounced, this annoys your girlfriend but after the shit you had to deal with? No, you need to be with her

-Earlier while training, you hurt your shoulder while shooting off a shotgun. What made the pain worse was her gang was laughing at you, pointing and rubbing it in

-You almost wanted to cry, the tears sat in your eyes, but you sucked it up and kept going. Even after training you were still teased, "I could see you were about to cry", "You were acting like a little bitch, it doesn't hurt that bad!", and "You're such a crybaby"

-The last comment hurt the most, you're not a crybaby...you just got hurt and it was a natural reaction to pain

-Ashe looked up from her work, "I told y'all to knock- Oh, hey sugar, what's wrong?" she asked, putting her work down. You shook your head, holding your shoulder, "I hurt myself.."

-"Aw pumpkin.." she got up from her seat, embracing you in a hug, "Tell me everything that happened," she cooed, kissing your forehead. As you explained the story to her, she cut you off, "What do you mean they were making fun of you?! I'll gut them like fishes!" she yelled, grabbing your hand and dragging to your shared bedroom

-Elizabeth had laid you down and put a heating pad under where you hurt shoulder is. She kissed your forehead, "I'll take care of this baby, you just lay here and I'll take care of ya. But for right now, I have some business to take care of.." she mumbled, kissing you before leaving the room

-You laid comfortably in bed, warmth embracing you as you heard you lovely, sweet girlfriend yell and scream at her gang in your honor <3

Junker Queen

-Again, again, and again. You were trying to weld two pieces of metal together but kept failing. For a couple weeks now you have been making your own armor and weapons

-You wanted to show off your own work and prove to the people around you that you are handy and can live in your junker town, but to also you're useful

-The sparks flying kept hitting your skin, making you more frustrated by the minute. Your forearms were almost burnt for sure due to the heat you were working with you. A stray spark flew and hit your shoulder, causing you to jump in pain

-Groaning, you threw the torch down and removed your mask. You were officially over this. You got up, almost stomping away like a child. You found your girlfriend slouching in her throne. Without saying a word, you sat in her lap and hid your face in her neck.

-"Woah..Hey babe, what's the matter?" she asked, awkwardly resting her hand on your lower back. You went on and explained your frustration, "I've been trying so hard, so hard...And I can't.." you choked, tears of built up frustration coming out.

-She wrapped her arms around you, "Aw baby...I know it's really hard, I never could do it in the beginning and that stuff does take practice. But for now take a break and relax, I got ya.." She whispered, kissing your temple

-Odessa let you sit in her lap and relax. She kept kissing your head and whisper comforting words you till you fell asleep. She decided to lay you down for the night. When you're in bed, Dez kisses your forearms, hoping her kisses would make your skin feel better

-When you woke up the next morning, you saw your armor that was barely assembled, built completely. You got up to examine the work, Odessa definitely saw your concept sketches and finished it for you <3

Moira

-Her lab was extra quiet today, nothing and no one was bothering Moira with her test. This was heaven... unlike her door opened

-She would've told that person to leave right away but she heard you pained voice, "Dear...why are you crying?" she asked you as you made your way towards her

-You were obviously crying, holding a towel over your hand, "I-I was making lunch and.. I cut my hand really bad and it's bleeding.." you sobbed. Moira saw the red stain on the pristine white towel

-"Oh gosh.." she mumbled, immediately taking you over to a clear table. She sat you up on the table, removing the towel, "You cut deep, no matter, I can fix what is broken..". Using her biotic grasp, she held your bleeding hand in her damaged one as the normal one sprayed out a yellow healing "spell"

-You felt a slight sting at the first but soon you started to feel more relaxed. You looked up at your lover, seeing her focus at her work

-"Thank you Moira.." you mumbled, feeling small as she meets your gaze. "It's my job to take of you..." she said, pulling away to dispose of the bloody towel

-You rubbed your now healed hand, "I know, but I still am thankful for you taking care of me...and I did interupt your quiet time," you smiled at her. She couldn't help but smile back, making her way back to you. She stood between your legs, her hands cupping your face, "I couldn't let anything happen to my one and only favorite person," she teased, leaning down to kiss you. "Now I can also spend of my 'quiet time' with you,"

-Moira picked you up, went and sat in her personal chair, and held you in her lap. It was hard for her not to go back to work, but she decided for now at least, she would hold you in her arms <3

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[the-princess-of-loki]

Waves of Desire

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, graphic description of smut (don't like it, don't read it), a little of voyeurism, smut just for the sake of it, strong language for some people.

The weather was nice. The sun was up in the sky, providing its heat while the sea brought with it a nice, calming breeze. I was sitting on a plastic lounger which Loki had kindly left for me while he was lying face-down on a towel in the sand, right next to me. We have both brought our books to spend the day here on the beach. There weren’t a lot of people around us which was nice to concentrate on our books. Supposedly. I wasn’t able to focus on anything at the moment.

I have brought with me a very interesting essay on creative writing by Stephen King that I’ve been wanting to read for a while. I had thought this was an excellent opportunity to get my hands on it. How naive on my part. It was impossible to focus on something with the display I had next to me. Loki was actually focusing on his astronomy book, so he wasn’t purposefully doing something to distract me. But for all that’s sacred, Loki wearing only a pair of black swimming shorts should be a crime. They hang from his hips deliciously, embracing his butt in a magnetising way.

It was the main reason I’ve been reading the same sentence for the last fifteen minutes. I was sure that Loki was enjoying having my eyes on his ass every minute even if he wasn’t doing anything about it or reacting in any way. He always knew when he was the centre of attention somehow and he absolutely adored it. It was a known fact that Loki belongs to the spotlight, after all. I left my book on one side with a sigh. At least, that sigh let me release my lower lip from my teeth: I had been biting it so hard that I could almost taste the coppery flavour of blood on my tongue. Loki looked up from his book to me. His green eyes shone with that mischief that was always present. 

“Is there something wrong, darling?” Loki asked me almost in an innocent way. Too innocent for the God of Mischief. “Is your book not what you expected it to be?” His smile gave him away. He definitely knew what was happening to me. I could even bet that he knew my exact thoughts.

“I wouldn’t know, actually,” I answered with a bit of a dry tone. Loki closed his book and rested his body weight on his elbow, giving me a small peak of his happy trail and his wonderful abs. He looked at me with an arched eyebrow.

“Why is that, my love?” I had to give it to him: he looked genuinely concerned. After all these years together, though, I knew how to differentiate the truth from the mask. I also knew how to play most of his games, luckily. I sighed dramatically, standing up from my lounger and stretching a little bit. I felt his eyes travelling down my body in my swimming suit.

“I believe the heat is affecting me,” I answered with a pouty face. Loki was now sitting on his towel looking up at me with that same innocent-like face. “I should probably go into the sea and take a swim…” Loki’s eyes widened with that possibility. I had to refrain myself from smirking.

“Well, dear, if heat is your problem, may I suggest you lay down here with me?” He moved a little, making some space for me in his towel.

“Oh? How would that help me, love?” I asked him with the same innocent smile he had given me a few minutes ago.

“I can lower my body temperature and embrace you to help you.”

“You’d do that for me?” 

Loki just laid on his towel again, opening his arms to me. I kneeled on the towel and then crawled until I was face-to-face with him. Loki passed his arms around my body, glueing our bodies. I smiled at him and caressed one of his sharp cheeks, feeling comfortable in his arms, as I always do. He did lower his body temperature for me, even when we both knew that was just an excuse for us to get close like this. Loki smiled lovingly at me as he got his face closer to mine, resting his forehead on mine. If someone was able to resist that, it wasn’t me.

I moved my hand to his perfect jaw and lifted my lips until they met with his. Loki kissed me back without hesitation, his warm breath on my face as our lips moved in complete sync. I moved my hand from his jaw to his wavy, black, soft hair and I grabbed a bunch of it. He grunted as his hands pressed me more against his body. I passed one of my legs on top of him, locking the inside of my knee on his hipbone. His tongue joined mine in a beautiful dance, deepening our kiss, as one of his hands travelled down my back until he grabbed my thigh on top of him. A pleasurable shiver and a soft moan escaped me at his movements. A little shift on his hips allowed me to feel his aroused state and I could feel myself getting wetter just because of it.

We kept kissing until we were both out of breath. We both panted as we looked into each other’s eyes. His green eyes were clouded with lust and his pale cheeks were a little rosy. While his face was always attractive, he was even sexier when he was all aroused and wild. I kept caressing his scalp with my fingers and he kept grabbing my thigh. Our eyes were locked together as we kept trying to normalise our breaths.

“Are you feeling better, my love?” Loki asked with a little smirk. I matched it before answering.

“Actually, I’m feeling hotter…and wetter…” Loki looked around us at the almost isolated beach.

“Are you sure? Here?” Loki asked, concerned. Even though his worry for me was all over his sexy face, I could see the excitement in his green eyes. He’d never forced me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with, no matter how appealing the idea was for him. I moved my hand to caress his cheek, still smiling as I nodded.

“Completely sure. Here and now,” I whispered the last word against his lips.

Loki moved immediately on top of me, excited for my consent. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness, even when he silenced my laughter with his lips on mine. He caressed my whole body with one of his hands since the other was still grabbing my right thigh. I caressed his bare chest with both of my hands, going down his body through his abs, his happy trail until I reached his black swimming shorts. I was excited just by doing this on a beach, so I was quite eager to do it. I untied the white cotton bow and pulled them down just enough to free his already hard member. At the same time, Loki moved my swimsuit to the side so he could tease my entrance with his long and skilful fingers.

He broke our kiss when he slid himself inside with ease, making me moan. Immediately, Loki moved his hand from my thigh to my mouth, making my moan somehow hushed.

“Shhh, my love. You wouldn’t want us to get caught in this intimate time, would you?” He asked with a smirk on his thin lips. I just looked at him since his mouth was still silencing me. “I’m going to move my hand now because I want to see those addicting lips of yours. But you have to promise me that you’ll keep as hushed as possible, yes?” I nodded, still looking straight into those gorgeous green eyes of his.

Loki removed his hand slowly from my mouth at the same time he moved his hips back. He rested his forehead on mine as he thrust inside me again. We both let out a breathy, soundless moan, while our lips found their way to each other again. While Loki started a slow rhythm, I moved my hands from his waist to the tempting devil that had started all of this in the first place: his ass. I grabbed it and squeezed it and he let out a surprised gasp. After all this time, I knew how much he liked it when I played with his rear, and God, did I love having fun with it too. I squeezed it again, making him close his eyes and move his hips forward. Loki opened his eyes again, telling me with his face: “Game on”.

While I kept playing with his ass in all the ways I knew he liked, Loki thrust further inside me, rolling his hips in such an exquisite way that I had trouble keeping my moans in check. Our lips kept together, even when we both had our mouths open. His warm breath hit me all the time while his green eyes got more and more clouded with lust as time passed by and we kept making love. He moved his hand from my waist to my clit, starting to rub it with his thumb. I bit my lower lip hard, feeling my pleasure rise with each of his thrusts and his hand on me.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” Loki whispered in my ear, not ceasing his movements at all. “I want to see your face contorting with the pleasure only I can give you.”

His words alone were erotic enough. His sultry voice, his powerful thrusts and his thumb rubbing me. All of that combined made me explode in an intense orgasm. Loki silences my moan with his lips on mine, and his movements didn’t stop until I felt him cum inside me too. He stayed still inside me for some minutes more. Then, he kneeled in front of me, keeping one of his hands on my swimsuit so he could see his semen dripping out of me. He loved that sight, so he did something like this every time he was allowed to. After that, he put my swimsuit and his back into place, while I sat on his towel.

“I believe we both could use a dip in the sea, don’t you think?” I said with a smile.

Loki just laughed and offered me his hand to help me get up. Then, we both walked holding hands towards the sea.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Hot Delight | IDW Rodimus x m!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1400+

Warnings: Smut ( oral, spike in valve and size difference ) and paying for service. NSFW 18+.

Notes: I don't write m x m often but I really should. Thanks for sending in your request this was a nice change, and I hope it's to your liking. 🥰

☕ Coffee

You were his favourite, and you silently admitted that he was your favourite too. Being a pleasure bot you weren't allowed to fall for any of your paying customers, but Rodimus made it so damn difficult to not fall for that preposterous cute face and behaviour of his.

Also, you were a mech, and a shuttle, your size doubled more than an average bot, but many still craved your service. Tonight though it was Rodimus' time yet again and you're pretty damn excited.

Perhaps you might've gone a little overboard when you are preparing your room and making sure you've got engex set aside, fresh silks covering your berth, lights dimmed and soft erotic music playing. You just wanted the evening to be nice for him.

"All this just for me?" Rodimus can't help but tease as he looks around the beautifully set up room with satisfied smile. "You shouldn't have."

"You've paying for the best, I wanted to give you the best." You respond elegantly with profession, knowing you weren't allowed to express much more than that without giving him any hints of your true feelings.

"The best indeed." Rodimus sits on the berth as he stares at you, a heavy lascivious stare and lazily keeping his legs spread to tease you.

"Same service as before, Rodimus?" You keep yourself composed as best you can while stepping closer. Despite your size difference, he doesn't at all seem bothered by it, but rather turned on.

"Always." You watch as he drowns the rest of his engex, sets the empty cube aside and retracts his panel, revealing his always soaked valve and throbbing spike emerging from its housing.

He's always ready for you.

Coming closer, you kneel down in front of the berth and spread his legs more as he lays back, optics gazing down curiously at you, before you drag your thick glossa across his valve and against his sensitive node.

He moans, a greedy sound that lingers as you do the same motion a numerous times, before moving onto his spike and taking him into your mouth, fully swallowing his throbbing length and moving a digit to invade his valve, curling it softly against his inner channel.

"Fragging pit, that feels good." Rodimus speaks through a low groan, spreading his legs as much as possible for you to devour him, wrapping his arms behind his helm as he enjoys the pleasure blooming through him.

While fingering his valve you continue to bob your helm slowly over his spike, running your glossa against the ridges and letting out a hum that vibrates through his spike, earning you a sharp intake and a jerked thrust from his waist against your mouth.

Feeling him throb more intensely against you glossa you slowly move away, a wet pop sounding followed by his childish whimpers.

"I was getting close..." He complains, though he knows why you stopped, and you're doing everything he wants.

"I know, but we're not finished quite yet." You whisper as you pump three digits within the valve now, stretching him wide for you knowing it's needed for him to take your spike.

"I sure hope not. Want this to last for as long as possible." He wiggles his hips as you continue to pump your servos, clenching around them as you smile at him fondly.

Usually it's the other way around, but Rodimus likes to be the one who is fragged, and you have no problems with that. You've got a rather large spike, but he always takes you so damn well.

Once feeling enough fluids was soaking your digits you're remove them and suck each of them clean right in his view, a pink hue formed against Rodimus' cheek plating as he watches you eagerly.

On the last digit you offer it to him, which he accepts just as eagerly, sucking and moaning in delight as you let out heated vents at the sight of him tasting his fluids.

"Please, I need your thick spike in me." Rodimus begs after slipping your digit out of his mouth. "My valve throbs for you."

Hearing this makes you moan lowly yourself, but you cut it out quickly, and put on your profession again. "Anything you want, Rodimus. I'm all yours."

Retracting your own panel you watch your own enormous spike merge out, throbbing like man as small drops of trans fluid trickle down along the long base. You pump yourself slowly a few times, rubbing your digit across the top and moistening your length, before you lay across Rodimus and position yourself against his twitch valve, teasing him by rubbing yourself against his wet lips.

Gently, you push in, watching as your tip enters past his valve and you slowly inch forward, focusing on the growing lump that forms the more you fill him. You're very large, and Rodimus always takes you so well. His increasing moans is always music to your audios, feeling his valve flutter and clench around you intensely while you grip your servos against his waist.

"Frag...so big!" Rodimus praises through a deep groan as he spreads his thighs wider for you. "Oh I love the feel of you inside me!"

You through heated vents. "Taking me so well, Rodimus, such a good bot you are. You love my thick spike stretching you, don't you? Want me buried deep in your always, fragging you senseless. You're so greedy for me, ain't you?" Talking, it's all talking, and what Rodimus likes.

To be praised, spoken to, dirty talk, he enjoys it while you're fragging him senseless. You enjoy it too, as it brings a lot of excitement and pleasure you two have, nothing was ever dull or boring.

"Yes, yes!" He moans through a greedy hunger. You watch as he moves his servo down to rub at the bulging bump formed and lets out an aroused giggle. "Oh yeah...feel so stuffed, fragging love it."

Your waist slowly rocks into him over again, watching your spike invade his valve repeatedly. Leaning over you continue your thrusts, watching his beautiful face, pleasure that lingers and grows with each thrust over again.

"Go ahead, frag me harder, I can take it." He says between heated vents, frame rocking against the berth under your strong movements.

"Your wish is my command."

Holding a firmer grip around his waist, you set a firm pace, bumping inside through his channel and against his chamber, so far deep, burying yourself over again, while watching him stroke his spike and toss his helm back against the berth, moans increasing rapidly.

"Yes! Yes!" He cries louder, clenching around you more, and you feel yourself approaching closer, about to have an overload.

"Rodimus, I'm about to fill you deeply. Do I have your permission?" You always ask, but you already know the answer.

"Do it, fragging fill me! I crave your fluids! Need it all!" Oh frag!" Rodimus curses out and that's all you need.

It happens. Your mistake, and you don't even realise this right away as your fragging Rodimus senseless, optics closed as the berth creaks with noises as your movements grow intense, right before your throbbing spike erupts with fluids, filling Rodimus deeply through his chamber and channel, bump increasing in size as his own spike leaves long streaks of fluids, and you lean down quickly, kissing him.

You never kiss your clients, that's the worst possible thing to do, it's unprofessional. Moving away from the kiss you stare at him through your flooded overload, and you've just realised your mistake. You kissed him.

"Is kissing part of the service now?" Rodimus asks through a teasing tone, clenching around your spike that's buried deep in him still.

"I apologise, that's not meant to happen." You vent softly. "It won't happen again." However, you suddenly feel his lips on your own again, kissing you back and deepening it by coiling his glossa with your own.

You should stop this before things get out of hand but you're unable to bring yourself to do this, because the kiss is perfect, better than you imagined. Becoming lost in the moment you feel his servos running against your shoulders and up behind your helm, keeping your close against his mouth as you feel his leg come up to wrap against your waist, spike shifting within making both you and him moan lowly. The kiss is broken and you both stare at one another through a lustful gaze, his servo coming up to caress your cheek plating.

"Can we include kissing from now on?" He sounds like a begging sparkling, whimpering for more. He's too cute.

The right answer should've been no, and keep everything professional, but that's not what came out. "We can."

Rule number one, don't fall in love with your customers. You've well beyond broken this rule, but you don't care anymore. It's all for pleasure and credits, but with Rodimus it'll always be something more.

[booburry]

@fhatbhabie - Merry Christmas from your secret Santa! I gift you a DBF!Joel! I hope you enjoy it ♥

Setup: After your ride falls through to get to Uni, Joel offers to drive you himself.

Tags: Winter road trip, Some Fluff, Some Angst, Longing, Car Karaoke, lots of comments about Joel's hands while driving, female masturbation, reader can't climax, accidental walk-in

No use of Y/N; Reader is plus sized but no other physical traits given

WC: 5.9k

“Thanks again, Joel.” You muttered as you looked out the window to the white, snow-covered, fields you drove by. “For this…” you quietly mumbled, fearing the need to clarify yet not being able to think of whatever else Joel could interpret your thanks for.

After all, he had no clue of the surmounting crush you had growing for him since you were old enough to take notice of the finely aged wine that Joel Miller was—and it always boggled your mind how no woman was trying to snatch that man up.

He probably doesn’t want to be snatched. Definitely not from someone like me. That nasty voice inside your head told you as you heard Joel lightly drum his fingers against the wheel. If you hadn’t been so self-absorbed, you would have seen his shift in posture at your gratitude.

“It’s no problem.” He replied, speaking words that would normally not pull your focus to him, but it was the way he said it as if he was trying to reassure you of something that had you turn towards him. The motion caught his eye, Joel flicking his gaze to you before promptly putting it on the clear, and straight, road ahead of you. “It’s, uh, just your dad told me your ride fell through and that he couldn’t get ya there, but I was able to shift a few things…” another worried—if you thought Joel capable of such a thing—glance to you, “I owed your dad a favour anyways.”

And there it was. Joel just hanging out with you to help your dad. It had always been that way, it wouldn’t be any different now. He was there to help you move into your first place, loaned you his truck for a week when your dad’s had broken down and you needed to get to work, he even helped prepare a few family meals that he and Sarah would join you and your dad for Sunday’s.

Even though Joel and your dad hadn’t been best friends from a young age, or even when you were young, he had been around, heavily, since you were seventeen—when he and your dad went into business together with their construction company.

“He never seems to owe you any…” You can’t help but mutter, finding yourself pulling out your phone from your pocket and sinking into your screen, letting the rest of the world fade away as you withdrew, falling into yourself, mindlessly scrolling through all of your socials—desperately searching for anything that would spark any joy to stop the emptiness seeping into you.

It did not help the pain in your chest that all you wished for was for Joel to lay a hand carefully and deliberately over your thigh, to comfort you, and squeeze your flesh under his calloused hand. You couldn’t help but wonder, because it was always a thought, if his hand could stretch the width of your thick thigh or if he could properly grip you in the way you had constantly dreamt and fantasized of.

You were sure he could, even if there were always those seeds of doubt waiting to blossom like the first day of spring, you were certain any touch from him would be unbearable to live through in the moment.

The thought alone brought heat to your whole body. You cracked the window to let in the icy winter breeze.

A silence filled the truck between you two, but you were so withdrawn into yourself that you, once again, missed the flashes of nerves and uncertainty crack through Joel’s stoney expression at your words.

“Are you excited to be off to university?” His voice made you violently jump. “Oh, I didn’t know you were sleepin’—”

“No, I wasn’t. Umm,” you groaned as you sat back up in your seat, your body having slumped into itself as you zoned out, “yeah, I guess. I’m not really the age to live the classic ‘Uni Life!’, heh.” You used your valley girl voice, accompanied by a forced, high-pitched, laugh, and immediately regretted not stopping yourself. Why you blurted out the stupidest things or said them in the strangest voices, was always beyond you.

Most of the time it was fine, even entertaining, but without an immediate reaction from Joel, every millisecond felt soul-crushing. But the small curl to the corner of his lips, his salt and pepper beard moving with the folds on his cheeks with his smile, made you forget what you even said.

“I don’t think they put an age limit on that sort’a stuff.” He teased with a small chuckle, the one hand he had on the steering wheel tightening, lightly rocking forward before relaxing once more. You were confused for a moment before becoming highly aware of what ‘stuff’ Joel was talking about.

“Oh,” you said out of shock, immediately looking at your hands that rested in your lap and fidgeting with your nails, your right foot hooking behind your left and running as far up and down your calf as you could reach. “I, uh…no. Definitely not on the agenda.” You awkwardly added.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought about the parties, especially with you going to live on campus. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to have sex or engage in it, you were quite the wild young woman before Mom passed. Then the depression hit…the deep depression, the eating, the fact that you barely recognized the person in the mirror once you were able to pull yourself out of that state.

Took you five years, but you made it. Unfortunately, those lost years meant all of your friends had already gone to university or had already graduated and gotten jobs in their fields, and here you were…just beginning. With barely enough confidence to know you could, but enough to get you through the application.

Your father liked to always remind you, that you did get into MIT so…you weren’t a complete dud. A compliment from him as best as they came; you were truly just happy he stopped comparing you to tools.

But truly you had applied because of Joel. His constant playful teasing about you seeming to always wait around the house for when he would come by—which wasn’t entirely true but it was always the best part of your day. Then it became him asking what you were going to do instead, feigning concern if he stops showing up on Wednesdays and how you would manage your ‘hump days without him’.

Those jokes always left your stomach twisted and your brain scrambled. It was comments like those that had breathed life into the hope that Joel somehow wanted what you did, thought of you the way you thought of him.

Until you remembered you were the same age as his daughter, that you had met him as a teenager, that he had watched you grow up for the last decade.

That you were his best friend’s daughter. His business partner’s daughter and only child.

It could never happen, a fact you realized, and tried to always convince yourself you accepted, but it was more like an admission of defeat. There was no reason to fight for something that could not happen, something that would end in heartbreak, upset and the potential destruction of everything he and your father had built together.

And Sarah? God, even though she was used to her friends thirsting over her father, she would never accept any of them fucking him.

So any intimacy with Joel would also have you losing that as well.

You sat on those feelings as you peeked back towards Joel, who drove his truck with one arm, his other supporting him as he leaned against the truck door, absently biting his fingernails.

It was so fucked up how one look at that man made you want to throw your entire life away for a single taste.

--x--

The drive was lukewarm for a few hours until Joel felt it necessary to fill the silence again.

“How ‘bout some music?” He asked you in a way you could hear his encouraging smile, unveiling his wish to connect and engage with you and it made you sick with want and dread. You heard the click of the dial turning over to power on the stereo, static slowly fading through the speakers before you saw Joel frantically press the button to go to Bluetooth—having missed a few times before his success.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his fumble.

“Somethin’ funny?” He harmlessly barked at you as you forced yourself to shrug with indifference despite feeling your heart punch your chest from the inside with every unstable beat.

He was looking at you in that stupid way again. The one that made you forget how to function, how to move or speak or react. It left you completely frozen without fail.

You felt like you were suffocating under his gaze before he cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from you, allowing yourself to realize the feeling of suffocation was from the fact you stopped breathing—Joel was only indirectly to blame.

Feeling nervous and uneasy, you quickly connected your phone to the stereo and smashed the next button through your Spotify playlist, desperately looking for any song that you knew would immediately put you somewhere else—somewhere far away from Joel and how he was making you feel right now.

“You gonna pick one?” Joel asked you in a playfully teasing way, immediately making you more flustered, absently dragging your hoodie away from your legs to rest next to you as if to create some type of physical barrier between the two of you.

“Yeah,” you confirmed as you aggressively rushed through your songs, “I just need to fi—” Your thumb finally hovered and a light strum of a guitar drifted through the speakers as Run Away to Mars by TALK began playing and your heart immediately felt rested.

This song had been your number one for your 2021 and 2022 Wrapped Playlists for a fucking reason. It was a song that would always surround you in its rhythmic peace, encapsulating you with the resonating strums of the guitar, the coarse voice of the singer transporting you far away from any worry your mind carried.

Your eyes closed when you leaned back into your seat, just listening and getting lost, trying desperately to escape the torturous prison you found yourself in currently, stuck with your depraved and forbidden thoughts, stuck with the muse of those thoughts.

You needed to be far from here and you found that escape in the lyrics of this song, helplessly mouthing the words as the chorus played.

What if I run away to Mars?

Would you find me in the stars?

It wasn’t until you got to the last 4 seconds of silence on the track that you were brought back to the present, back to the metal box that, to your delight and dread, trapped you with Joel.

“Play it again.” He demanded his request of you before it even rolled over to the next song, and you were left shocked—both from being pulled back to this place and that Joel would wish to listen to that song again. He, however, seemed to take your silence offensively. “What? I can’t like music or somethin’?”

“No! I just...I dunno, I thought you were all Johnny Cash and old Country music.” You teased him, glancing to see him continue to watch the road yet scoff with absolute shock and suppressed amusement.

“Old...” he grumbled.

“You actually know this song?” You quickly asked him before he could say what he intended.

“Yes.” he chided you, not caring to hide his annoyance in having to prove himself to you. “I just so happen to enjoy playing the guitar on occasion so I—”

“Wait really?” You interrupted out of shock, Joel immediately scowling at the perceived tease and for disrupting whatever he was saying.

“Is that so hard to believe?” He truly barked this time, his entire face pinching with frustration as he turned to look at you and away from the road. You immediately shot your hands up in a sign of surrender before slowly using your index fingers to point back towards the empty road.

“Dad never mentioned it, is all.” You quietly defended. After a short pause, Joel just laughed as his previous demeanour seemingly melted away.

“You think I would tell your dad about that?”

“No.” You immediately answered, not even having to think about the answer. Your father, for all of his amazing qualities, was not one who ever wanted you to get into the arts. It was all Science and Math and Literature—and not even the fun books. “No, I am pretty sure that man swatted every paintbrush or impromptu microphone I ever had out of my hands.” You confirmed with a chuckle—it was old news now. You were happy with where you were heading, looking at the far future of where you would finally end up after your long journey through university.

Besides, once you were on campus and away from your dad you could do whatever or—you looked at Joel—whoever you wanted to.

Maybe it didn’t even need to wait until campus.

“Yeah,” Joel sighed and his shoulder hunched forward slightly before he gave you a quick, compassionate, glance, “Peter always said it was your mother who was better at encouraging that side.” You just nodded softly—she very much was.

“I’m sorry you never got to meet her.” You softly told him, knowing she would have adored Joel for how he has positively influenced your father and improved both of your lives. She also probably could have been the softening blow that your father needed if it ever came out the feelings and thoughts you had for his best friend…who was a few decades older than you.

“Me too…but only for your sake.” He admitted with a sigh so heavy it could sink a ship to the deepest trenches of the ocean. “Every girl deserves to grow up with a present, nurturing, mother.”

Your mouth twitched as you quickly recalled the things Sarah had shared with you about how absent her mother was, how she just left one day and never reached back, never answered any attempts of contact.

“Yeah, they do, but the lucky ones get men like you as their fathers instead.” You told him with a smile, biting the inside of your cheek in guilt that you were, once again, thinking of fucking your friend’s dad. Your dad’s best friend.

“Kind of you to say.” Joel quietly responded after a moment of silence and you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that he had truly been touched by your words, even if they were the truth—any woman would be lucky to have a man like Joel in her life, and you felt that way already.

That was also one of the many reasons that fueled your guilt for wanting more, for wanting dirty, filthy, things from him.

Unable to find the proper words to say next, fearing you would say something more than you had before, more than you should, you looked back at your phone and hit the back button enough times to get back to Run Away to Mars.

“Sing it for the people in the back.” You teased him with a smile before slouching yourself into the corner of where the seat met the frame of the truck, your ears already trained on hearing Joel’s tapping on the steering wheel over the strumming of the guitar, desperate to hear his soothing, rumbling, voice. You nearly exhaled in ecstasy as he growled the lyrics ‘...and you’re a wild, wild girl.’

What you would give to have him say those words to you...god. It felt unfair to have these feelings burden you and here you were foolish enough to believe you would have been able to survive this trip.

Yet...you were also foolishly hoping for something more to happen between you two despite the catastrophe it would cause.

“Have you listened to his other songs?” You eagerly asked as the playlist went on to its next song.

“No, actually,” Joel admitted with a slight amount of shock, but you felt blood rush through your body at sharing this with him. Immediately you dove over to your TALK playlist, hitting the play button as quickly as possible.

“It’s not all like that song, but it’s wonderful and his lyrics! God!” You exclaimed, losing yourself in your excitement and ability to finally be able to gush about this artist to someone. Joel just broadly smiled as Afraid of the Dark started playing and you put your phone in the middle of the bench seat.

“Good lyrics make or break a song.” He commented, full of an unfamiliar amused engagement as he looked at you, his eyes lingering for a moment before he looked back towards the road. It was only as he harshly cleared his throat that you reminded yourself to breathe. You almost lost it again the moment Joel started to tap along to the song against the steering wheel when the drums came in, pursing his lip as he slowly rocked his head to the beat. “Oh yeah, this is good.”

If it was physically possible to melt into a puddle on this seat it would have happened at that moment. The way he stressed the words, the grit in his expression as he became engrossed in the music. You desperately wanted those two things in very different circumstances…circumstances left for your dreams.

You almost drifted off into thought before you saw an empty water bottle shoved in front of your face.

“What the—”

“Your impromptu microphone,” Joel stated as if it was an obvious reason to have a water bottle shoved in one's face. “What? Don’t try to tell me you don’t sing to these songs.” He challenged you, a victorious smirk drawing your eye to his pronounced dimple.

“Fine.” You grumpily muttered, trying to appear annoyed despite your rampant nerves screaming at you to stop what you were doing while you sat back up.

“Let em’ hear ya.” He encouraged, reaching down to turn up the volume so that you could feel less self-conscious. Then the next song switched on and you let out a deep, sarcastic chuckle without realizing what that laugh would allude to. Joel glanced at you curiously before you began singing to Fall For You.

Although the volume of the song was loud enough that you didn’t need to worry about how well you sang, it wasn’t enough to drown out the memories of the countless times you had listened to this song with the thought of the man sitting across from you.

Thankfully an increase in volume along with the chorus brought you out of your focus on Joel and back into your carefree self—the version of you who wasn’t constantly plagued with the guilt of your desperate and painful longing to sleep with Joel.

You were so far removed from those thoughts that you broke out the air guitar solo until Joel chuckled and you felt your cheeks go crimson. With lightning-quick speed, you put the water bottle back into the cup holder.

“Best that stays there.” You reassured yourself as Joel continued to chuckle at you.

“You aren’t bad.” He tried to encourage you but you just shook your head with an unimpressed expression. There was no way he could convince you to engage in carpool karaoke again.

“I don’t do encores.” You firmly informed him, only getting another chuckle in response.

Joel turned his attention back to the road, his large hands and thick fingers continuing to drum against the leather wheel as the playlist ran through itself. You felt yourself relax, on the cusp of slumber, when you heard the organ piano chord and then the distinct guitar of the absolutely last fucking songyou needed to listen to with Joel present—How Long.

You desperately reached for your phone but Joel pulled it away from you.

“This sounds good.” He told you but you were becoming distressed.

“Joel—”

“Just go back to sleepin’.” It was always so conflicting when he told you to do something, your natural reaction was to resist yet your desire to be under the man had you wanting to give him everything he asked of you. You curled up and rested against the door, pulling your hoodie over your face in fear of what was about to happen as you got to the chorus.

How long, how long, how long

Am I gonna have to wait to tell you the truth?

You heard Joel stop drumming.

How long, how long, how long

Will I pretend that I don’t love you?

You didn’t even get past the third ‘na’ of the chorus before you heard the stereo get shut off.

“Maybe best to just enjoy the scenery,” Joel hollowly advised as you drove through nothing but empty, snow-covered fields in the dead of night.

--x--

“What do you mean you don’t have any rooms with two beds? I booked a room with two beds!” You heard Joel argue with the front desk of the motel from outside of the small entranceway.

“I’m sorry, sir, we only have rooms with king beds. You can always just book two rooms for the night…if you need that.” The clerk added the last part as his eyes drifted past Joel to look at you as you entered.

“I ain’t gonna f—” Joel cut himself off, his face twisted with tortured frustration, his tightened fist hovering over the flimsy, cheaply manufactured, desk. His eyes met yours and you could see his whole body shake as he forced his muscles to loosen from their tensed positions. “Thank you.” He bit the words to the clerk before storming past you. “Let’s go.” He grumbled and although the intensity of the interaction had you on edge, those words in such a tone shoved you over it into an endless pitfall of lust.

Joel unlocked the door but let you enter the room first, both of your eyes falling to the single bed, Joel immediately gave an unhelpful grunt of distaste at the sight while standing almost directly behind you.

“I’ll sleep on the pullout.” He told you as he walked into the room, tossing his duffle bag onto one of the chairs at the tiny table but you immediately shook your head.

“Not with that back, you aren’t.” You scolded him, raising your backpack above your head and shooting it towards the couch before Joel could sit down on it. “Claimed.” Joel glowered, the conversation at the front desk had left him short-tempered—the previous abrupt end of the last conversation between the two of you not helping matters in any way, shape, or form.

He snatched up your bag, walking it over to the bed as his eyes were locked on yours only to shove it deliberately and dramatically into the bed as if to permanently imprint it into the mattress.

“We can sleep on the far sides of the bed, there is enough space.” You countered, thinking it was a helpful middle-of-the-ground to your absolute worst-case scenario. Joel had offered to pay for the way up, you had sunk your travel funds into your friend's car that ended up still breaking down, so you had no way to complain about where you stayed. There was also no fucking way you were going to call your dad and tell him you needed to sleep in a separate room from Joel because there shouldn’t be a reason it’s tense for you two.

But, holy hell, was it suffocatingly so.

Joel stared at you, his muscles pulled into a deep scowl that demanded you not say another fucking thing, that you aren’t to make a sound, to not even think to breathe, and your body listened to every command.

“Find a place to eat, I’ll go pick it up.” He growled, slowly blinking before turning away from you to fall onto the couch, one leg stretched out, the other bent with his foot on the floor. He tilted his hat forward to cover his eyes from the bright overhead light, the sight making you sick with want.

You plopped down on the open seat and the table and went to Google Maps, searching for restaurants near you. There were always the classics: Denny’s, Cracker Barrel…Waffle House, but they were nearby and you needed some time. Alone. Quickly you scrolled and zoomed out, searching for something that looked good and wasn’t available any closer to you. Finally, you found something promising, something Joel most likely wouldn’t immediately protest, and it was thankfully just over 20 minutes away.

“Chinese?” You asked and Joel immediately just grunted.

“Just pick.” Flustered you texted him the maps link and sunk into your chair, wanting to hide, but instead the motion caused your fabric to pull back, your tights and underwear pressing against your swollen and aroused bud in such a way that it forced a small, involuntary, moan from you.

Joel tore his hat off his face and sprang up to look at you at the noise, his eyes like slits as he glared, studying you as you tried to pass off that sound as an awkwardly started cough, forcing yourself to continue to cough a few more times before looking away and sitting back up. You saw him slowly look away at his phone, his screen at a harmfully bright level before he grunted again while getting up.

“Be back.” He muttered, his tone so low it reminded you of a predator above its prey. You just walked yourself to the bathroom, worried that you would unravel before him with the suffocating horniness you felt taking over your entire being.

The slam of the door being shut was quick to come, to your great appreciation, however you still waited to hear the roar of the truck engine, the screech of his tires as you knew Joel was frustrated, there only being one reason he was this frustrated, so he would be trying to get as far away as possible from this place as quickly as he could.

As you finished that thought, you heard the roar and the screech and you were laser-focused on what you needed to do. Joel was punctual, stupidly so from all his experiences quoting out labour costs and driving time for jobs. So with 20 minutes to and from plus 5 for all the foot travel, you had enough time to give yourself the best orgasm you have ever given yourself before—you were sure anything less would leave you unsatisfied.

First, you got your backpack, opening up the large sack to reach in and grab your shirt that you had rolled around your vibrator, smiling as you revealed it and held it in your hand—countless times you had convinced yourself this was Joel’s, and after a day like today you only wished to know how it compared.

Next, you grabbed an empty waste bin, and the box of tissues from the small table and hit the lights—you always thought it weird to masturbate with the lights on. Wasting no time you sat down on the couch where Joel had been and relished in the fact that it still smelt of him.

Holding down the power button you heard the low buzz and smiled. You craved to feel it in you, you craved a lot more, and in the darkness, you could close your eyes and inhale the air around you to allow yourself to think you weren’t alone.

You could pretend that the fingers that pulled your tights over your round ass and down your thighs were much larger, coarser. That the hands pulling your legs apart, resting one foot on the coffee table was not yours.

That you sat, splayed for a single person’s view and pleasure, for the man who has so carelessly growled behind you within this very room…a sound you now used to imagine a furious and lustful growl from him the moment you first displayed yourself like this. How he would wrap his thick, muscular, arms around your large thighs, pulling them together so his head was completely buried within your voluptuous and soft skin, his lips and tongue obsessively moving and sucking against you.

Slowly you lowered your vibrator to press against your clit, a small smile spreading across your lips at the teasing sensation. ‘What’s so funny, sugar?’ You heard Joel’s voice in your head and it was too much, images and moments from today flooding into your mind with the many variations you had wanted where it ended with him touching you the way you played with yourself now.

Swiftly you pressed your vibrator into yourself, pushing past the initial tug with a deep groan of desperation and relief. ‘Shit, baby. You want it that bad?’ His voice returned, taunted and teasing—but you needed it. Fuck, you needed him so badly it broke you.

“Yes.” You answered out loud, your head rocking back as you moved the vibrator in and out of you, but it wasn’t enough. Your thumb frantically reached for a second button on your vibrator, turning on the ‘bunny ears’ that cradled and vibrated your clit. Your hips rolled at the feeling as you stuttered an inhale, you finally feeling like you were moving closer to the orgasm you craved before it quickly.

You growled out of frustration, changing your grip and curling your torso closer so that you could move the vibrator in and out of you with excessive speed and force, turning up the vibration two settings but it felt like nothing. You whimpered before pulling the vibrator out of yourself and turning it off, falling back onto the couch in defeat.

It didn’t work. You knew it was yourself, because you wanted it to be him and because you had this nagging thought that pulled at you from your head and gut that Joel would have wanted to see you like this…that if you waited for him to return, that he would take it, take you.

Maybe that thought would do.

You closed your eyes once again, turning your nose to the couch where you could still get remnants of his smoky, musky, smell, you thought of how Joel would want to watch you. ‘For me?’ The Joel in your head asked you, and you stupidly smiled into the couch cushions, your hand slowly moving down to press down on your folds, a bite to your lip as you gave a soft, shy, laugh.

“Yeah, baby, just for you.” You whispered against the fabric, your fingers digging into your cunt, still desperate and horny but you knew you couldn’t be hasty, you had to be slow, and you thankfully had the time to allow it.

Gently you dragged your padded fingers over your swollen bud, swirling and teasing, desperate for your mind to keep you in its place with Joel, desperate for it to bring you his voice. ‘Take it slow, baby girl,’ his phantom voice spoke to you, kneeling between you to softly kiss your thighs.

Slowly you rolled your hips and fell into a slow rhythm that you knew would please Joel, knew would make him happen. A small gasp of ecstasy escaped your lips as your head rocked back, your eyes fluttering closed and you lost yourself to the moment, losing track of the time, only becoming reconnected to the space around you when you found yourself, once again, on the precipice of your harbored passions being released.

Zzzt, Zzzt, Zzzt. You were sure people from outside of your room could hear you fucking yourself with your vibrator, could hear you whimper as you were desperate to cum, despaired that you failed at every attempt.

“Just let me come.” You audibly begged, whispering the plea out into the universe for some holy spirit to possess your cunt and blast it to oblivion. You pushed your muscles to move at a speed with such applied force that they screamed in protest, your body tensing, your throat tightening, the pleasure in your body placing you on the precipice of relief only to torture you with something you weren’t going to get.

Your mind a haze, having lost yourself to the chase of this, you didn’t hear the door unlock.

“Please, Joel…” You moaned, losing yourself in your lust and desperation, only to find yourself immediately when the door was slammed shut with a kick and the lights were flicked on, for Joel to see you, wide eyes and gobsmacked, spread on the couch, soaked fabric before you, vibrator roaring and deep inside of you.

It was when you locked eyes with him, when you watched his eyes look down to see what was exposed and not look away, when his whole body became flush, that you had the best orgasm you had given yourself in years. You pinched your eyes in embarrassment, grabbing a pillow to suffocate yourself with it as your legs twitched and you moaned as the deep reservoir of built up desperation emptied itself around your vibrator.

You were hit by a wall of guilt and shame shortly after. Immediately you pulled your toy from you, removed the pillow, and sat up. Joel wasn’t there anymore, but the bag of Chinese food was. Then your phone buzzed and then a text notification popped up on your lock screen. It was from Joel.

‘Getting a room.’ Your heart sank, but you knew it was for the best. You didn’t mean for him to walk in or to see…you thought you were good for the time. You tapped your phone screen to see the clock and Joel returned ten minutes earlier than he should have—he must have been driving incredibly recklessly. A separate room was probably best anyway.

‘Didn’t mean to disturb you.’ He added a line that gave you mixed feelings. Did he say that because he wished he never saw it? Or because he kept on thinking about it?

You had to get cleaned up and track him down to get him some of the food…he had to eat, but reaching out to him was a later issue you couldn’t deal with currently while being burdened by your lustful sin.

You acted on many impulses of lust and greed, abandoning your morals and judgement, truly shrouding yourself in darkness to hide in the shame of the depravity of your wants. Yet that wasn’t what weighed heaviest on your mind, or what made every breath laborious. It wasn’t even that Joel had seen, to see how he looked at you, how you reacted.

No.

It was the post-nut clarity of realizing that even if Joel had these same sinful temptations suffocating his mind, the same apple perched on your lips ready to taste, lick and bite, that you were completely wrong to tempt him into it. To even think of putting him in a position to see you like that! You knew what you were doing, deep down if you didn’t accept it or acknowledge it in the moment.

You had wanted him to see you, to walk in, to have a chance at knowing how he would react, to know if all of your stolen and secret glances from the past few years really meant something.

So why did it make you sick? Like you were a vile person, a betrayer to your father and friend?

Even more, why wasn’t that enough to stop you?