#going so fucking insanely feral about her i need help

[r3starttt]

messy make out session with abby? yeah, need it

You're sitting on her lap, your legs on the sides of her waist, trying their best to support your every move on top of her, desperately rubbing your cunt on her lap every chance you got.

Her hands all over your body. On top of your ass, guiding it. Running painfully slowly from your lower back all the way up to the back or your neck, caressing the sides of your cheeks as your lips move gracefully against hers in a very sloppy kiss.

You keep your hands on her upper body, not moving any lower knowing not you or her would be able to stop it there, and what's the fun in that?

Making circles around her chest, up and down, side to side. Putting your weight on her by holding her shoulders or the sides of her arms whenever she helps you ride her. Or on her neck whenever she deepens the kiss.

This being pure torture for both, but it feels so good. Somehow even better than being skin to skin, it feels just right to say the least.

Hums, silent moans and whimpers coming out of her mouth in between every kiss, and prasings that are barely coherent, pure mumbles.

"Doing so good f' me baby" "Mhm yeah, just like that, keep going" "nuh uh, don't stop"

[sunflowerwinds]

bite it | v.a

summary: you and vi have decided that maybe each others company wasn’t the worst thing in the world. but you lay down some ground rules that you can’t help but break when you get pent up.

prev. part -> try it | next part -> lick it, spit it

pairing: fem!cheerleader!reader x soccer player!vi

contains: modern!au, mature content (MEN & MINORS DNI 18+) — fingering (r! & vi!recieving), oral (vi! & r! recieving), tit-sucking (r!recieving), possesive!vi (if you squint & reader if you squint harder), shower sex, kind of exhibitionism (they’re in the showers in a locker room so it’s open).

word count: 3.9K

a/n: SUPRISE!!!! let’s all pretend that i was supposed to post this over two weeks ago. okay? okay. THANK YOU TO MY VAL, MY GOLDEN GIRL @valeisaslut for editing this for me. ily 4ever <3 ENJOY HORNY FREAKS!!!

You and Vi came to an agreement.

If you were going to be fucking while you were partners for this project, there has to be ground rules. Mostly so that Caitlyn wouldn’t find out about it.

One: Only fuck during your ‘work’ time a.k.a your breaks to avoid being seen around campus together.

Two: Do not tell anyone about this as word spreads insanely fast. You two didn’t need your teammates finding out.

Two easy and simple rules that shouldn’t be hard to not break. Well, at least, that’s what you thought.

For the past two days, you had been feeling an abnormal amount of horniness; an aching feeling that can only be described as animalistic. You zoned out during practice and almost got kicked in the nose.

When Caitlyn asked you what’s wrong with you recently, you gave her a short response.

“I’m just stressed about classes,” you responded as you chug your bottle of water as during your break.

Being the absolute angel she was, she offered a quick solution. “Oh, we could study together down in the library on our free days. I’ve got Monday afternoons open.”

The guilt hit at that moment: reminding you of what she didn’t know and how terrible of a friend you’re being to her.

You couldn’t go five seconds without thinking of Vi’s tongue tracing over your clit or her abs pressed up against your back when she finger-fucks you from behind or the way her hands would tighten on your skin with such a natural dominance.

Then the daunting realization washes over you when you check your period calendar.

It’s ovulation week. And you aren’t going to see Vi for another three fucking days.

You tried to get off on your own but your hands and vibrator aren't good enough. Nothing feels as good as her as much as you hate to admit it.

You suck in a deep breath as you attempt to focus on one of your other courses but your mind desperately lingers to the last photo you remember Vi sending you just yesterday.

Being the absolute pain in your ass that she is, she sent you a photo of her ‘injury’ on her stomach on the toned skin that had been scraped from tripping over the ball when it had been passed to her without her realizing. Her hand had held up her jersey to reveal the miniscule spot of redness, the band of her black sports bra peeking from the top of the photo and the waistband of her briefs from the bottom.

Fucking tease, you had thought as you had texted her back immediately to put her shirt down as you couldn’t bare for her to know how you touched yourself to the sight of it ten minutes later.

You shake your head with harsh blinks as you click your pen on your notebook page rapidly to attempt to shush your arousing thoughts, taking in long stabilizing breaths.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You’ve been sleeping with this girl for two weeks now and she’s making you feel like you’re slowly losing your sanity.

Should you–

No. No, you agreed. Only your Wednesdays with her.

But maybe she won’t mind one time. Just once, you try to convince yourself that you aren’t acting feral.

You grab your phone from next to your laptop on your desk, opening your messages with Vi to type something and send it before you can take it back.

You | come over, please?

You watch as the bubbles pop up for a moment, anxiously tapping your fingers on the desk. Your phone buzzes in your hand to show her response.

Violet | wow a please? did someone steal your phone?

You | you’re an ass

Violet | that’s not what you were saying last week when you sat on my face

Your face heats up at the memory of her sloppy noises underneath you as your hands gripped tightly to your headboard and her strong forearms holding you down by your trembling thighs on her face.

Fuck, that isn’t helping.

You | well, is that a no?

Violet | as much as i’d love to, i got practice rn.

Violet | but it ends in 30. i’ll hit the showers then head on over, gorgeous.

Part of you wants to just leave it there; ignore her and stand on your ground to yourself on having the patience you claimed to have. But, the more feverish part of you wants to run down to the field and take her right there in front of everyone.

Wait. Why couldn’t you just go down there?

You type on your phone's keyboard screen, setting it aside out of nerves.

You | i’ll come to you. wait in the showers for me

You resume your studying as if you hadn’t just sent that message, your leg bouncing out of anticipation. Hearing the soft buzz of her response coming through five minutes later, you snatch your phone and hold the screen up to your face.

Violet liked your message

Violet | will do, baby ;)

Desperation gains a whole new definition as you wait around the corner, watching as the last of Vi’s soccer team leaves the locker room, but not seeing her come out. So she can listen every once in a while and not be a stubborn pain.

You place a hand on the cold door, pushing it open with a grunt at the weight of it. The moment it was open, you could faintly hear the sound of a shower running towards the back.

Without further thought, you make your way past the tall blue lockers to enter the showers.

“Vi?” You call out, the echo of your voice filling the area.

The sudden squeak of a handle makes you wince before you hear the sound of a shower curtain being tossed open.

“Down here!” She calls back before resuming the water.

You suck in a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself to see Vi, following the sound of her voice, finding yourself standing in front of the only shut curtain amongst the others that were empty. You curse mentally at the sight of her silhouette, shaking your head.

“Are you just gonna stand there or come on in, gorgeous? I don’t bite.” Vi teases through the curtain, a soft chuckle leaving her. “Much.”

You roll your eyes before stripping yourself of the minimal clothing you had on, ignoring how your underwear had stuck to your sopping cunt. You simply set them down on the bench before gripping onto the flimsy plastic of the shower curtain, tugging it back with a harsh screech.

And god, you couldn’t suppress the moan that left your throat the second your eyes landed on Vi.

The steamy water from the shower head trickles down her delectably toned body, highlighting every ridge of her ribs and abs. Her back tattoo glistens in a way that nearly had you dropping to your knees to lick every line of ink. You truly couldn’t tell how much time passed of you gawking at her until you heard her clear her throat.

“Did you ask to come down here just to stare at me, princess? I mean I don’t mind but…” She trails off as her cocky expression somehow grows wider.

You blink as you lock eyes with her, stepping more into the shower so that the scorching water runs down your own bare body.

“Shut up,” you groan, placing your hands on her chest and pushing her up against the cold yellow tile.

Vi’s eyes, for a moment, widen at your eagerness before she smirks down at you. You don’t give her not even one second to say a smart-ass comment as you press your lips to hers with assertion, cupping either side of her neck to keep her steady. You moan into her mouth as her hands find their way to your ass, gripping the flesh with just as much desperation. Your tongue swipes over her bottom lip, humming as she sucks on your tongue with a soft moan.

You press your hips flush against her lower half, almost grinding into her for any sort of relief. Your clit pulses with need as Vi’s left pointer and middle finger tease at your slit from behind as her right hand holds one cheek open for easier access.

“You want my fingers, baby?” Vi mutters as she nibbles at your bottom lip then trailing down to the nape of your neck.

You whine as you nod against her, wrapping your arms around her neck to keep her somehow even closer to you.

“But,” you gasp as she captures one of your nipples into her mouth, distracting your train of thought. “I-I want to taste you first.”

Vi halts her movements for a moment, taken aback by your words. She pants softly against your skin as her hands grip your waist for a moment. You knew you weren’t as experienced with women but, somehow, the mere thought of getting a taste of her sparked that impulse in you.

“...If you’ll let me.” You add for reassurance, a hand cradling the back of her head as she’s still latched to your boob.

The red haired girl slowly releases your hard nipple from her lips, not before making sure to lick over it once more and standing upright. A ghost of a smile lingers on her lips, the water falling past her face in a cinematic light.

“Get on your knees, gorgeous.” She mutters as her hands follow up your body, as if trying to memorize every inch of you, before stopping to settle on your shoulders.

Her grips tightens slightly, doing as you're told, knees digging into the round drain over and jagged title. Your eyes are immediately hit by the streams of water as you attempt to look up at Vi, cursing at the feeling.

“Shit, sorry,” Vi reaches a hand up to maneuver the mounted neck so that it wouldn’t bother you too much.

You can’t help but feel your heart tighten at the simple yet gentle gesture, but still try to push it as quickly as the feeling comes. You wave her off with a chuckle, brushing your hair out of your face as you realize that your face is right in front of Vi’s crotch. Her bush has you salivating as you lean forward.

You press a kiss just below her belly button, her stomach visibly tightening at the feeling of your lips against her skin. Your hands settle on the thick meat of her muscular thighs as you trail the kisses down her v-line to her aching clit. It’s a hot red, calling for you to cool it down.

Finally, your arm hooks underneath her thigh to lift her leg. She gets the hint and rests her thigh over your shoulder, cursing when you lick that first long stripe over her puffy cunt. She gasps softly, her hips bucking into your face, chasing your tongue with a desperate libido.

“O-oh,” a broken soft moan leaves her lips.

Soaking in the encouragement, you continue your eager motions at her slit. You, shamelessly, moan into her cunt from the sole taste of her.

You can't help but think of what you had been missing out on. Was this why Vi would ravish you and ‘could never get enough of you’?

The addicting musky scent that lingers on your tongue along with the sound of her attempting to shield her noises sparks a flame in you even stronger. Your eyes lock on hers as you suck her clit, humming when she jerks her hips against your face. Your ego shoots through the roof as she lifts one of her toned arms to cover her eyes, her mouth falling open to prettily pant into the steamy shower space.

Her abs tighten as her grinding hips follow your tongue eagerly.

What you would give to have this image imprinted in your mind forever.

Sure, Vi would moan and groan softly into your mouth when she fucked you until you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. But these sounds? The quiet begging and endearing whimpers? Oh, they are driving you insane.

You’re relentless with your tongue along her slit as her breathing picks up, signaling you that she’s getting close. Your arm keeps her thigh up on your shoulder as the thick muscle tightens and threatens to fall back to the ground.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, just like that, baby,” she praises through stuttered whines.

You moan against her clit as you raise your free hand to her cunt, teasing the tip of your pointer and middle through the folds. Vi nods rapidly the second she feels your fingers, pushing her hips against your face.

You gently and gradually slide your fingers into her, making sure to not be too rough with her. She grinds down to follow the new feeling, eager to chase her orgasm that you’re pulling out of her. You curl your fingers as you continue to lick and suck on the sensitive bud.

Vi’s moans are growing higher in pitch, her jaw going slack. Keeping your pace with your tongue and eager fingers, you watch as her flushed face contorts, gripping onto your head to shove your face into her cunt harshly.

You weren’t complaining, that's for damn sure.

You feel her thigh shaking on your shoulder as she finally cums, coating your fingers, the warmth dribbling down your hand. You pull away from her clit but slow down your movements, eager to taste her arousal. Her knees buckle as she chases the orgasm, harsh pants leaving her lips as she attempts to recover.

“Well, fuck, princess,” she says with a shaky chuckle.

You peer up at her from your kneeled position, placing a few soft kisses on her clit teasingly. You hold back a cheeky smirk as she bucks her hips before standing on wobbly knees. Vi takes notice of this as her hands land on your waist to keep you upright, tugging you against her as she captures your lips into a hungry kiss.

Teeth clanking and loud panting fill your ears as you pull away slightly to raise the hand that was inside of her, holding up your two fingers to her red bitten lips. She stares at you with blown out pupils, greedily letting you wipe her own cum in her mouth.

“You taste good, huh?” You mutter with a hum.

Vi groans as she licks her lips to show you she agrees.

“Up against the wall and spread your legs for me,” she instructs as she places harsh kisses to your neck all the way down to your tits.

Usually, you would scold her about marking you up, but that lust blinded part of you wants to shamelessly show them off. So you simply do as you're told, licking over your own lips to remind yourself what you just did. Your back hits the cold tile as the shower water is running lukewarm at this point, no longer steaming up the confined space.

Vi’s teeth bare as she bites at your collarbone, digging her canines into your hot skin. You moan softly as her hand travels down to in between your spread legs to feel your slit with her middle and ring finger.

“Fuck, eating my pussy got you all wet for me, baby?” Vi questions.

You nod as you look at her with nothing but desire.

“I—fuck—needed you,” you admit with a soft whimper.

Vi’s baby blues lock on yours as her smile grows eagerly. You press your lips to hers to attempt to conceal that giddy grin (and the fact that her eye contact alone made your heart skip in an alarming way).

She chuckles, sliding her middle finger into you, messily making out with you as you wanted. Her tongue glides over your own as she easily slides in her ring finger next.

You shiver at the stretch as your arms wrap around her shoulders to keep her close. Her tits press against your own as she continues her sloppy kisses, beginning to pump her fingers into your needy cunt. She detaches her lips from your own to watch your furrowed brows and heavy eyes threatening to shut from the titillating feeling.

“So fuckin’ greedy, baby. What happened to only Wednesday’s, huh?” She teases.

You would snip back but you only moan when she asks the taunting question.

The two of you freeze at the sound of the heavy locker room door opening and shutting with an echoing rumble. Rushed footsteps follow along with low curses of annoyance.

The silence that comes over the two of you is deafening.

“Damn, Vi, you still here?” This person, who you assume is one of her teammates, calls out to the girl who has her fingers inside of you.

Vi stares at you with an eyebrow raise, holding her free hand up to press her pointer finger on her lips. You roll your eyes at her cocky smirk but hold your breath as you listen to the footsteps echoing around the locker room.

“Yeah. I’ll be out soon.” Vi calls back as she continues to pump her fingers in and out of you.

“Well, I think I left my phone here. Did you see it?”

Still, you'd be lying if you said the thought of almost getting caught doesn’t thrill you, just a little.

Your body is the one to give that away for you, clenching around her lengthy fingers, and meeting her eyes. Vi mouths a shush that only makes you want to release the moans itching at your throat even more.

The sound of lockers opening and closing and shuffling of clothes are reminders that you can’t make a sound.

“Did you check the field or the bleachers?” Vi calls out to her teammate as she continues her feverish pumps.

“Shit, you’re probably right.” The teammate mutters to herself as she slams her locker shut.

Vi curls her fingers to meet your g-spot, a sudden moan slipping from your lips at the overwhelming pressure, but she quickly uses her free hand to cover your mouth, your hips stuttering to chase her fingers.

You whine at the way her natural dominance took over in that moment.

“Stay quiet for me, gorgeous. She’s almost gone,” Vi whispers in your ear with a gentle kiss to your cheek.

You huff as you feel your stomach tighten, your orgasm begging to release.

“Vi, did you say something?”

The red haired girl grins at you before calling back: “No. Good luck with finding your phone.”

A beat of excruciatingly long silence passes.

“Alright. Uh, yeah, thanks. Don’t take too long or else Coach will have you running 100 laps again.”

Your brows furrow at Vi at her teammates' insinuation.

Again?

Has she fucked a girl in the showers before?

“Yeah, okay.” Vi snorts as she presses her lips to yours.

The two of you listen for the receding footsteps before the sound of the large door slams once again. You grab onto Vi’s wrist to push her hand away from your shielded mouth as you bury your face into her neck, freely letting your timid moans out now.

“You’re a d-dick,” you stutter out into her damp skin, nibbling a possessive hickey on her skin.

Vi throws her head back to allow better access for your markings, a grunt leaving her lips.

“Oh, you love it, baby,” she mutters smugly.

And the upsetting thing is you really fucking do.

Her arrogant words draw you closer to cumming all over her fingers. Your clit throbs as you remove one of your hands to reach in between your bodies, rubbing your own aching bud.

“Vi, please. ‘M so close.” You whimper.

Vi takes notice of how you’re touching yourself, shaking her head with disappointment.

“Take your hand off.”

Your brow quips at her tone. She sighs as she leans in more to kiss you deeply, making you hum as she pulls away to ghost her lips over your own.

“Please?” She adds with a cheeky grin.

You hesitantly remove your hand, watching as she drops down on her knees with her fingers still pumping inside of you. You watch her latch her lips around your clit and moan lowly at the relieving feeling of her tongue. Your hands weave into her hair instantly, rolling your hips against her face shamelessly, your orgasm clawing at the base of your spine.

Vi’s eyes are hooded with concentration, and she doesn’t dare let up her persistent thrusts. You fold over, attempting to clench your legs to ease the pressure. The familiar overwhelming feeling rips through your chest and stomach.

“I– oh my god,” you whimper throughout your orgasm.

Your inner thighs shake with sensitivity as you can feel yourself leaking down her toned forearm. You let out soft pants as you come down from the orgasm, pushing Vi’s face back as carefully as you could manage. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears as you lean your head back against the tile, shutting your eyes to calm yourself down.

A few seconds pass of Vi placing kisses up your body before you feel the stream of the lukewarm water hitting your boneless naked body.

“So, now, should I be expecting you to ambush me while I’m in the shower from here on out or what’s our schedule looking like?” She tilts her head at you, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I didn’t ambush you. I let you know I was coming,” you shake your head with an amused grin.

Vi’s smile grows at your accidental innuendo, placing a hand over her own lips to attempt to hide it. Before she can say anything, you roll your eyes as you push her chest slightly.

“Ha, ha. Yes, I definitely let you know I was coming. You are so–”

Vi holds her hands up in defense with a shake of her head. “Hey, you said it. I didn’t.”

You two shared heavy kisses until the water runs cold. Showering together felt eerily domestic; not fitting the dynamic you’ve established.

As much as you insisted on just leaving in the clothes you came in, Vi had the brilliant idea to swap clothes. You left the locker room in her baggy joggers and her black wife pleaser, while she sported your ribbed lace grey cami and Hello Kitty pajama shorts that had her ass nearly hanging out of them.

You giggle at the sight as she reaches behind her to tug the back down, walking down the hall to the exit door.

“Well, this is the sexiest you’ve ever looked, Vi,” you motion to her (your) clothing.

Vi scoffs before ranking her eyes up and down your body. “It’s definitely worth it seeing you in my clothes. You look…”

You finish for her as you fold your arms in front of your chest with a knowing smile. “Douchey?”

“Beautiful.” She says simply, her eyes shining as she tilts her head at you.

The soft comment throws you off guard.

It means nothing, you repeat mentally before you take one step forward to capture her lips into a gentle kiss; too gentle for what you two are. Her hands find your waist, thumbing at your hips.

You pull away, hooking your finger onto the strap of the cami to snap it against her skin. “Have fun walking home in that.”

“Same goes to you, princess.” She kisses you once more, lingering as if she wants to stay here with you. “I’ll see you Wednesday?”

“Sadly.” You sigh dramatically.

Vi’s eyes flicker to your lips again once she detaches herself from you completely, pressing her back against the heavy exit door. You watch her leave into the bright midday sun, making her way to her own dorm room.

But you couldn’t help but wonder as you walked home:

Why the fuck did you miss her so much?

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[darlingsshii]

breeding season~!

°•*⁀➷ hi i finally remembered to write things anyways adepti breeding season methinks

cw: girldick. boydick too. everyone has a pp except reader. afab! gn! reader. lots and lots of breeding. a lot of cum also. feral characters. lowkey kinda omegaverse. dom characters. xianyun canonically has claws. slight blood kink for her too.

ZHONGLI prefers to present himself as a gentleman in most scenarios, and god was it getting difficult to keep his composure when all he wanted to do was pin you down and breed you all night long until the sun was rising. it was just a bit inconvenient when he found himself going into the adeptus equivalent of heat, and frankly he didn’t know how he survived it before he had you. after all, why would he pleasure himself with his hand if you were right there and willing to help him? granted, you may not have known what you were signing up for when you agreed, but he won’t let you go now.

how many hours had it been? you had long since sunken under the waves of overstimulation, only being able to make pathetic whimpers that just spur on your boyfriend. with every thrust of his cock into your messy cunt, a bit of his cum drips out and onto the drenched bedsheets. this man has insane amounts of stamina, and he’s not stopping until he absolutely has to.

XIAO tries not to be obvious about it. he tries to be more gentle in bed, but his slightly rougher demeanor gives him away immediately. he’s so reluctant to pull out even after he cums inside, he has to physically restrain himself from continuing to thrust into your used hole. he would bury his face into your shoulder to inhale your scent, driving him closer and closer to just going absolutely feral.

he tries to be gentle, he really does, but when you just feel so fucking good around his cock with your scent in his head, he might just lose his patience and pin you down. if you’re too loud and whiny, don’t be surprised when he forces his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet- or at least let the lewd sound of plap plap plap do the talking. at least the aftercare is phenomenal.

GANYU is very submissive when it comes to her mindset of sex. if it pleases you, she’ll do it. want her to top? done! want her to bottom? done! the only time she takes the lead is during breeding season when she just can’t help herself. her sensitivity is so heightened that even a whiff of your scent has her rock hard and roughly pulling you aside to grind into your cunt. she’s normally such a sweet and gentle girl, so seeing this switch flip internally is a sight to behold. she’ll go from shyly blushing and holding your hand to gripping your hips with almost bruising strength while she pounds you mercilessly.

how many rounds had you been going for? you had honestly lost count. you were so overstimulated that your brain was just static and endless pleasure as she continued to piston in and out of your messy and used hole. her cum stained the sheets around you, making a lewd squelching noise with every thrust. her gentle praises were more than enough contrast to the desperate way she was grinding her cock as deep as it could possibly go, whimpering and moaning almost pathetically. and she would keep going until she passed out if it meant she got to keep breeding you.

XIANYUN is very upfront about her needs when it comes to breeding season. she’s been alive for thousands of years, no use in beating around the bush when it comes to those things, otherwise nothing would ever get done. she’s a busy woman, and she’s almost procedural in her approach at first. that is, until she finally sinks her cock into your needy hole. something snaps within her and she’s holding onto your hips so hard her claws would dig painfully into your skin and leave small spots of blood behind.

she wouldn’t stop until you see stars. not until your womb was absolutely filled to the brim with her warm cum and it dripped out every time you moved, thrusting it deeper and deeper into you with breathy moans and praises. she’s normally so orderly and tidy, but you just do things to her that she can’t explain.

[lordprettyflackotara]

vixen || the proxies

‘lust and drugs, no intuition’

sum: after succeeding in a particularly hard mission, The Operator decides to gift the proxies something they need more than anything else: a stress reliever

tw: filth. pure filthy smut. minors dni. FOURSOME. double penetration, drug usage (don’t do drugs), prostitute!reader, mask play, lowkey humiliation if you squint, throat fucking, overstimulation on the low

a/n: this shit was sooo fun to write. happy 3k!!!

“This was a stupid ass idea.”

Hoodie grumbled, slouching dramatically in his seat. Masky’s side eye was cold, his eyes narrowing under his mask. “How often do we get rewards from The Operator? Besides, do you have a better idea on how to spend it?” Masky asked bitterly. Hoodie rolled his eyes, propping his head on his hand. It would be any moment you were scheduled to arrive, the stale scent of the hotel room making Hoodie cringe.

It wasn’t often The Operator gave his proxies some free time, nevertheless offered a reward for good behavior. Recently the three of them, Masky, Hoodie, and Toby, had somehow won The Operator over just enough for him to grant them some stress relief. “Kate had a better idea, she was smart enough to ask for a steak,” Hoodie grumbled unhappily. It wasn’t that he was unhappy with the prospect of fucking whatever girl waltzed through the door. More so that he had to stay around Masky and Toby to experience it. He and Masky were constantly at each other’s throats, while Toby just annoyed him to shreds. His patience was wearing more thin by the day.

“Kate is also borderline feral and rarely speaks comprehensive words,” Masky argued. While he was trying to keep his cool, his own nerves were becoming evident as he glanced at the clock on the wall. Where were you? “How m-many did boss get us?” Toby chimed in. He had been quiet up until now, Hoodies suspicious that it was due to his obvious inexperience with women. “I’d assume one for each of us, right? He’s swimming in money, it can’t be that expensive to get three,” Hoodie answered. He wondered if they’d fight over who got who. A soft knock at the motel door made the three of them go silent, Masky hesitantly stepping over to the door. He peaked through the peak hole, before unlocking it. To the trio’s surprise you were the only one standing there, your hand clutching your small purse.

“Hi um, i’m looking for the uh-” You paused, reading a crumbled up note you had been clinging onto, “the proxies..?”

Your voice was unsure, Masky giving you an affirmative nod and signaling you to come in. Toby had seen prostitutes many of times, on television at least. But you didn’t look like any of them, the stereotypes all wrong. “I believe there’s been a misunderstanding, there were supposed to be three of you,” Masky told you, gently shutting the door behind you. Your eyes nervously dragged to his face, staring at his eerie mask. “Right, about that, well-” You began, clearly nervous. Hoodie couldn’t help but wonder why you were more jittery than they were. “Your boss put on this note that this is a team exercise as much as a reward, the three of you meant to work together with, well, just me,” You explained.

Oh.

Oh.

No wonder you were shaking in your boots. Three masked men eyeing you like prey, whose mouths were borderline salivating at the thought of fucking you. Masky grabbed the note from you, reading it himself. “You have got to be kidding me,” He grumbled, reading the familiar handwriting. In annoyance he dug in his pockets looking for a box of cigarettes. “All three of us? Is he insane? Look at her, we’ll break her,” He said, gesturing to you. True, you were smaller in stature compared to the three men. Toby stood up first, putting his orange goggles on top of his head. He rounded you like a wild animal, soaking in as much of your body as he could with his eyes. “S-She does look a b-b-bit small,” Toby agreed. Hoodie tilted his head to the side as he studied you. He was always interested in watching how people reacted to one another.

To his surprise despite how intimidating he knew the three of them were, he noticed the light tint of pink that had spread across your cheeks. “Actually, your boss offered me the job specifically. Said out of all of my girls and I, i’d be the only one who could handle it,” You admitted. This confession made Hoodie rise from his chair, walking up to you quickly. His gloved hand squeezed your face, forcing you to pucker out your lips like a fish. “I don’t think you understand the gravity of your situation sweetheart. We’re not like the married men you pluck off of the streets. We can seriously hurt you,” He snarled. His ski mask stared down at you ominously, the tension in the room only becoming thicker by the minute.

“Actually, that’s why I accepted the offer,” You countered. Hoodie’s hardened facade cracked for a moment, his hand loosening. “Said you three with rough around the edges, but that you’d indulge in my darkest fantasies,” You confessed, your face turning a darker shade of red. Masky tossed the note aside, taking a step closer to you. “Oh yeah princess? And that’s that?” The brunette asked. Three sets of eyes stared at you intensely, awaiting your next words. “To be fucked ruthlessly by three mysterious men in mask,” You admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Hoodie couldn’t hide his smirk, his eyes flickering up to his companions. “I think she’s starting to grow on me,” He purred, releasing his grip on your face.

“Before we begin, I also have these,” You say, digging into your purse and pulling out four pills. The boys rounded you in a circle, eyeing them suspiciously. “What’s t-that?” Toby asked. You scratched the back of your neck, as if you weren’t completely sure yourself. “Your boss attached them to the note. Said they’d help us all loosen up a bit,” You explained. Toby was the first to reach for one, popping the tiny pill without a second thought. “Well shit, if the kids doing it,” Hoodie grumbled, following his lead. You met Masky’s gaze, the last two pills sitting in the palm of your hand. “Ladies first, princess,” He said. You had taken ecstasy dozens of times before, but never with clients. You had known of The Operator for years, the girls you worked alongside serving his men on occasion. He had never requested you before though and he had never given his proxies an opportunity like this.

You hard swallowed the pill, cringing as it scraped against the back of your throat. Masky finally took the last pill from your hand, swallowing it as if it meant nothing. “You sure about this sweetheart?” Hoodie purred mockingly, admiring how flustered you already seemed. You shrugged off your trench coat, revealing nothing underneath. Toby’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, soaking in every curve that was exposed. “Knees, princess,” Masky barked, regaining your attention. You did as instructed, your knees scraping against the crusty old carpet. You couldn’t deny the bubbling in your stomach as the three of them surrounded you, undoing their belts in unison. The mixed clinking sounded like heaven to you, your tongue flattening out across your bottom lip.

Toby had taken out his cock first, your mouth gravitating towards him. You licked the bottom of his length from the bottom to his tip, kitten licking his slit. He visibly shuddered, causing you to grin. “You do that too much to the kid he’ll cum right now,” Hoodie snickered. Masky had casually lit a cigarette, tilting his mask up just enough to inhale the stick. “S-Shut up,” Toby argued weakly. Your hands found their way to Masky and Hoodies cocks, Masky more girthy and Hoodie longer. Toby was an even mix of the two, your mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. Your hands jerked the older proxies off, your eyes never straying from Toby’s face. The bottom half of his face was covered with a face mask, but his eyes. Oh, his sweet and delicious eyes stared down at you. You had captivated him, the way you took him to the base.

A rough hand grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you off of Toby’s twitching cock. “Quit hoggin’ her,” Hoodie snarled. He shoved you onto his cock, your eyes welling up with tears as he hit the back of your throat. You struggled to keep up with his aggression, your jaw going slack as he face fucked you. “Shit, her mascaras running already,” Masky grumbled, inhaling his cigarette sharply. He rutted his hips into your hand, as he exhaled. Your core was aching, your thighs subtly rubbing together to create some form of friction. You could feel the ecstasy taking effect much faster than normal, your ultimate fantasy coming true before your very eyes. Fuck, you owed their boss big time.

Hoodie yanked you off of his cock, a string of saliva attached from his tip to your lips. “Open up your mouth pretty girl, let’s see if you can fit all of us at once,” Masky smirked. He could feel himself letting loose, his gloved hand grabbing your chin. You tried to open your mouth as wide as possible, the three of their cocks competing to shove their way in. “Can’t even suck three cocks? Pathetic. What’re you getting paid for?” Hoodie spat, a sadistic smile hidden by his ski mask. You struggled to breathe as they guided you onto the bed, Masky’s hand grabbing your chin first. “Either these drugs are really good or you’re looking really fuckin pretty princess,” He grumbled. He could feel warmth spreading through out his body, the exhaled cigarette smoke escaping through the sides of his mask. He loomed over you, leaning close towards your ear.

Your body was practically vibrating with anticipation, a chill running down your spine. “Maybe sometime i’ll have you for myself, just you and me,” Masky rambled, talking more than he usually did. A firm set of hands grabbed your shoulders from behind, resulting in your back colliding with the mattress. “You’re s-s-supposed to share, remember?” Toby asked, relieved at the sight of your bare breast. He eagerly leaned over, pulling down his mask. His gash was hidden on the over side of his face, his pale gray skin a light shade of pink as he took one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back nearly arched off of the bed, your nipples hardened and more sensitive than normal. “Hey loverboy, since you’re so in love go ahead and make yourself useful and stretch her out for us, will you?” Hoodie asked, tapping the head of his cock on your lips. Your tongue rolled out on instinct, licking the underside of his shaft.

Masky tossed the cigarette aside, using his gloved hands to pry apart your thighs. Your cunt was so wet it was almost dripping down your thighs, a sight so painfully mouth watering it took everything in him to not yank off his mask and dig in. Instead he took a deep breath, his body buzzing with euphoria. “Keep her mouth busy,” He replied. Hoodie smirked at his command, shoving his cock down into your mouth. With confidence you were unable to see him, the brunette slipped off his mask. He used two of his gloved fingers to open your folds, admiring your drenched sex. “Fuck, she’s so fuckin wet for us,” Masky grumbled, before attaching his lips to your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure almost mind numbing as he sucked harshly at your clit. Toby released your nipple, the bud growing only more sensitive from the abandonment of his warm mouth.

Toby reattached his mouth to your other breast, ignoring the feeling of your heart pounding against your rib cage as he sucked. “Feelin good sweetheart?” Hoodie asked mockingly, his ominous stitched frown staring down at you. His cock brutally hit the back of your throat, your moans vibrating his shaft further. Masky’s hands tightened around your thighs, keeping them pried apart as he devoured your cunt. “Awe does that feel good? Having Masky eat that pretty pussy of yours?” Hoodie continued, relishing in the sight of your thighs squeezing his partners head. The warmth spreading across Toby’s chest only made him more feral, his hips involuntarily grinding against the bedding as his teeth grazed your nipple. “This is what you wanted right? Your ultimate fantasy right?” Hoodie continued. His fingers were tangled in your hair, yanking ever so often. He enjoyed watching your body react to his every word, your skin littered with goosebumps.

“You’re trembling already. How are you gonna handle all three of us at once if you can’t handle a little foreplay?” Hoodie continued. He watched you attempt to keep up with his thrust, your mind spinning. Toby released your nipple, attaching his lips to your breast. “Awe you poor thing, the kids gonna litter you in as many marks as possible. Hope you like hickies,” Hoodie continued. You could feel your core tightening, Masky’s tongue relentless as he lapped at your clit. You could feel his tongue poke at your entrance, one of your hands flying down to his hair. Your hips grinded against his face, your breath shuddering as Hoodie pulled out of your mouth. Sinful moans instantly spewed from your lips, bouncing off of the motel room walls. “Sounds like someone’s close to cumming, how cute,” Hoodie grinned. He pulled your hair to continue looking up at him, preventing you from seeing Masky’s exposed face. “Go on sweetheart, cum on his face,” He cooed.

Toby released a patch of your skin with a pop, a shock of electric euphoria crashing down over you. Your back arched off of the bed as you came on Masky’s tongue, his hooded eyes watching your face as you shamelessly came. His gloved hands were harsh, keeping your thighs pried open. He continued to devour you until he was sure you were done, his chin coated in your juices as he emerged from your thighs. “I want her cunt,” Masky said instantly, claiming your pussy for his own. Hoodie grunted as he helped rearrange you, Masky pulling down his mask as he laid underneath you. On all fours you hovered above him, feeling Hoodies gloved hands pull apart your cheeks from behind. “Fine by me, kid you get her mouth,” Hoodie ordered. Toby was slowly jerking off cock, kneeling beside your mouth. “W-Why can’t I get her ass?” He bickered.

You could feel Masky’s hands slide down your hips, causing you to bite your bottom lip to refrain from whimpering. “Because you’re going to nut in five seconds and I plan on fucking her until she can’t walk,” Hoodie argued. You could feel Masky align himself with your entrance, before pushing himself inside. Your velvet walls clung to him instantly, your loud moan interrupting the arguing at hand. You grabbed onto his mustard jacket, feeling him bottom out inside of you. “Fuck princess, you feel so fuckin, warm,” Masky sputtered. He could feel his cheeks flaming red with embarrassment, the ecstasy hitting him far harder than he could’ve imagined. It was like he could hear all of you, your breathing, your heart beat, even the little whimpers that were clawing their way out of your throat.

For a brief moment he swore he could’ve met your gaze, Toby’s thin fingers guiding your face to his cock. You teasingly sucked the tip, feeling Hoodie shove himself inside of you. “We may need to take her home, shit, she didn’t even need any, fuck, prep,” Hoodie groaned, bottoming out as well. Your head was spinning, the taste of Toby’s salty precum dancing on your tastebuds. Your body was electrified with warmth and lust, your vision growing spotty as you felt Masky and Hoodie begin to move. You grabbed handfuls of Masky’s jacket, unable to stop your sinful moans. Even as Toby guided you to suck his cock, your unholy noises were still as loud as ever. Masky grabbed your hips, noting the way tears free flowed down your cheeks. He rammed upwards into you, noticing the way your eyes rolled back into your head.

“That’s it princess, you can take it,” The brunette praised, mesmerized by you. You looked ethereal, falling apart between the three of them like this. Your jaw had gone slack and was growing sore as Toby used your throat as he pleased, satisfied in the gagging he made you produce. Hoodies hips never let up for a moment, his brain on auto pilot as his body rammed into you. Insults swam around his brain, failing to leave his lips as he fucked your unexplored hole. The four of you were too high to play mind games, addicted the feeling you gave one another. You felt caught in the middle, completely cock drunk as three strong pairs of hands kept you upright. “Feels soooo g-g-good, motherfuckin- I can’t,” Toby whined, his hips stuttering. He hadn’t anticipated his orgasm, his body producing one without any warning. His cum flooded your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you swallowed all that you could. Toby watched, mesmerized as you continued sucking him half hard.

He was twitching in euphoria, his hands fallen by his sides as he soaked in the overstimulation. “Knew the kid was gonna cum first,” Hoodie grumbled, his fingers digging so hard into your skin they promised bruises in their morning to come. Masky felt like he was breathing on manual mode, his breath shallow as he looked at you. “Princess, touch yourself. We’ll hold you up. Cum on our cocks so we can fill you up,” Masky offered, his words much more softer than he meant for them to be. Dazed, you used your spare hand to slither down to your clit, drawing sloppy circles around the sensitive bud. Your body began to tremble, Toby’s cock falling out of your mouth as you dropped your head. Your moans were babbles and curses, your mind completely cock drunk as Masky and Hoodie fucked you at the same time.

“Ha, feel that Masky? She’s about to cum already. Filthy girl,” Hoodie snickered, pretending that he wasn’t on the edge as well. Masky’s smooth voice was like the light at the end of the tunnel, the only thing you could audibly hear. “Come on princess, cum for us. Cum for me. Be good,” He encouraged, fucking upwards into your g spot. Your vision became hazy as you came, sweat dripping down your forehead and body trembling in their grasp. Your knuckles were white from grabbing Masky’s jacket so hard, your body withering in euphoria. The boys didn’t take long after that, cumming inside of your ass and cunt as they pleased. The four of you were entangled messes, the ecstasy overriding any sense of pride or moral obligation.

It was Toby who spoke first, cheeks flushed pink.

“So, we’re bringing her home with us right?”

[formulafanfics13]

I'm obsessed with your plus size girl stories 💖

I have a request: Lando and the reader (plus size) are friends, he's crazy about her but always denies it, until he sees an investor eating her with his eyes and going up to her at the McLaren event, but Lando is faster, holds her hand and takes her to the first room he finds (🔥)

Hands Off. She’s Mine - LN4 🔥

Masterlist

Summary: At a McLaren investor event, Lando loses it when he sees a sleazy investor eyeing you like prey. Jealous and impulsive, he drags you into a private room and finally confesses everything he’s been holding back — the obsession, the hunger, the months of tension. One desperate kiss turns into something much more as he pins you against the wall and fucks you like he’s been waiting forever. It’s hot, messy, emotional, and utterly transformative.

Warnings: Public sex (semi-public location), jealousy, possessiveness, explicit smut, praise kink, wall sex, oral mention, rough sex, breeding kink undertones, unprotected sex (assumed consent), body worship (plus-size reader coded), emotional intimacy, friends-to-lovers dynamic, Lando being feral and reverent in equal measure.

You look so good it’s criminal. That’s the first thought Lando has when you step into the McLaren event space, heels clicking against polished marble, dress hugging your curves like it was sewn onto your body. You’re glowing under the soft lights, radiant and completely unaware of the fact that half the room has stopped to stare. And Lando? He’s about to combust.

You wave when you spot him. “Hey, you made it!”

He swallows hard. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

You hug him like it’s nothing. Like your bodies haven’t been orbiting this moment for months. Like he hasn’t been losing sleep imagining what you’d feel like underneath him. How your thighs would wrap around his waist. How you’d sound with his name in your throat and nothing else on your skin.

But he’s your friend. That’s what he tells himself. That’s what he’s been telling everyone. And then he sees him. One of the investors. Sleazy in that tailored-rich-guy way. Eyes tracking you like a predator. Licking his lips. Walking across the room like he’s entitled to you.

And Lando? He sees red.

He doesn’t even think. Just moves. One second you’re smiling at the bartender. The next, your hand’s in his, fingers laced tight, and he’s tugging you through the crowd with a grip that says don’t argue.

“Lando?” you blink, struggling to keep up in your heels. “Where are we-”

The first door he sees is unmarked. He doesn’t care. He pulls you inside, slams it behind him, and pins you against the wall before you can speak.

“Lando-”

“Don’t.” His voice is low. Tight. “Don’t say my name right now unless you want me to lose it completely.”

Your breath catches. He presses a palm to the wall beside your head, the other still gripping your waist, eyes dark and hungry.

“That guy was about to come talk to you,” he growls. “Like he had any fucking right.”

You blink, stunned. “What-what are you talking about?”

“He was looking at you like you were a meal. And I just-fuck, I couldn’t take it.”

Your stomach flips. “So you dragged me in here to… stop him?”

“No.” His forehead rests against yours now, breath shaky. “I dragged you in here because I couldn’t let him look at you like that when I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Your knees go weak.

“You think I haven’t noticed?” he continues, voice wrecked. “The way you look in that dress? The way you smile at me like it doesn’t drive me insane? You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”

You whisper his name again and it shatters him.

His mouth crashes into yours, desperate, hot, wild. Hands on your waist, gripping like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. Like he’s trying to memorise every inch of you before he loses his mind. You moan into his mouth and he loses control.

“Off,” he mutters against your lips, tugging at your dress. “Please, take it off. I need-fuck, I need you.”

You help him, shaking, gasping, slipping the fabric down your body until it puddles at your feet. And the moment he sees you? He stops.

His breath hitches. His eyes rake over every inch of you. The softness of your belly. The curve of your hips. The stretch marks and heat and realness of you.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispers. “You’re perfect.”

You flush, suddenly vulnerable. “Lando-”

“No. Don’t hide from me.” He steps closer. “You’re the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.”

His hands trace your sides, worshipful. “All of this? This body? I’ve dreamed about it. You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”

He lifts you, literally lifts, and you gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist as he backs you into the wall again. His lips are on your neck now, your shoulder, your chest. Kissing, biting, tasting.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he pants, grinding against you through his suit trousers. “To feel you. To ruin you.”

You moan, rocking your hips into his. “Please,” you beg.

He doesn’t make you say it again. He shoves his trousers down, lines up, and pushes in with a groan that sounds like relief and reverence all at once.

“Fuck-fuck, you feel like heaven.”

You clutch at his shoulders, gasping, overwhelmed by how full you feel. He thrusts hard, one hand on your ass, the other gripping your thigh, kissing you like he’s starving.

“I’m never letting you go,” he grits. “Never letting anyone else touch you. You’re mine.”

You come undone fast, body shaking, eyes rolling back, his name spilling out of your mouth like prayer. And he follows, buried deep, moaning your name against your lips.

Later, slumped together against the wall, dress half-on, breath still ragged, you finally speak. “So… friends, huh?”

Lando laughs, forehead resting on your shoulder. “Not anymore.”

[stagtorccio]

SECOND NATURE

natalie scatorccio x gn!reader

request: x warnings: thigh riding, fingering (nat receiving), this one is actually fluff though so not many warnings. warning for misty quiggles?? i guess word count: 2638 author's note: happy pride month here's something happier than my usual bullmalarkey

[AO3]

[MDNI, 18+]

𓃢𓃦𐂂 ── .✦

The woods feel different in the summer. 

Less like a threat and more like something alive, watching, breathing with you. Gone are the brittle branches and endless white– now everything is green, damp, buzzing with bugs and humid air. Survival hasn’t gotten easier. Just stranger.

Natalie’s taken to disappearing more often since the fire. She says she needs space. Says the forest helps her think. 

But you know better. 

She doesn’t like being looked at too long now. Not by the others, not by herself. So when she wordlessly jerked her chin toward the trees earlier this morning, you followed without hesitation.

You’ve been walking for a while, letting the conversation wander– music, summer festivals you never got to go to, the way the air back home used to smell after it rained, asphalt and dew. 

It’s light, easy. Natalie is barefoot, boots abandoned nearby after a quick dip in a stream. Twigs and dirt cling to her ankles, hair frizzed out in the humidity. There’s something feral about her right now, yet equally magnetic.

“Y’know what I miss? Fucking slurpees,” she says suddenly, grinning. “The blue raspberry ones. Nothing out here tastes like chemicals. It’s kinda depressing.”

You laugh, not because it’s funny, but because she makes it so.

“I’d kill for a bag of chips. The kind that burn your mouth but you keep eating them anyway.”

“Oooh, salt and vinegar,” she says, mock-serious. “A classic.”

The smile she gives you then is softer than it should be. Her fingers reach out, brushing your arm as she walks past you, sending tingles racing upwards. 

“Honestly,” she murmurs, “this would almost be nice. If we weren’t starving and slowly going insane.” 

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too. “Oh come on, almost nice? We’ve got sunshine, birdsong, borderline heatstroke…”

She snorts, glancing back over her shoulder with that same crooked grin. “And no plumbing. Fuckin’ paradise.”

You smirk. “Mm-hmm. Practically a beach vacation.”

Natalie stops a few steps ahead, turns with a wiley look. “Yeah?” she says, cocking her head. “Where’s your sunscreen, then? Your little beach read? Your fruity drink with an umbrella?”

You pretend to scan the forest. “Guess I left ‘em back at camp.”

She laughs at that– a real one, quick and sharp– and comes back toward you, slow. 

“Shame,” she says, tugging playfully at the loose hem of your shirt. “Would’ve loved to see you lounging in the sun. Getting all burnt up.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’d get burnt up way before me, Nat.”

“Oh, definitely,” she says, laughing. The freckles smattering her raw, sunkissed shoulders are proof. “But I’d still be watching.”

There’s a beat. One of those moments that hangs a second too long to be casual. Her hand lingers where it landed, just at your side. Her thumb brushes the fabric of your shirt, absent-minded, like she’s not even thinking about it.

But she is. You both are. All you do is—

“You ever think about it?” you interrupt your own one-track mind, voice dipping quieter now. “What we’d be doing if none of this had happened?”

Her eyes find yours– steady, unreadable for a beat.

“All the time,” she says. “But when I do… it’s never all that different.” A shrug. “I still see you there.”

That shuts you up.

She sees it– of course she sees it, because Natalie Scatorccio doesn’t miss shit. The silence draws her in closer, step by step until her knee nearly brushes between your legs and the heat of her is right there.

“What?” she murmurs, mouth curving invitingly. “Surprised I like having you around?”

You try to play it cool. Wet your lips, shrug a little. “Maybe.”

She snorts– low, amused, almost fond. Like you’ve just said something kind of tragic and kind of cute.

“Jesus,” she breathes, head tilting as her hands slip lower, her fingers finding your belt loops and curling in. “Why do you think I asked you to come with me this morning, huh?”

Her voice softens into a hum, almost teasing. “Chit-chat?”

You open your mouth, probably to say something dumb, but you don’t get the chance. Natalie moves faster than your thoughts. Her hands push you just enough, your back bumping the rough bark of the nearest tree as she closes the space completely.

And then she kisses you.

It starts soft, surprisingly so. Her mouth pressing into yours lazily, a smile tugging at the corners like she’s savoring it. Her hands stay at your waist, gripping lightly, thumbs brushing under the hem of your shirt.

You melt into it– there’s no other fitting word. Your own fingers find her hips, steady yourself there like you need the grounding. She tastes like something sweeter under all the bluster– something almost shy, if you didn’t know her better.

She pulls back just enough to breathe, lips brushing yours as she speaks.

“So… you still think I just wanted company?” she murmurs, her breath warm, smile still tugging at her voice. She slots herself against you like she’s trying to gap any negative space left. Your heart’s thudding against your ribs like it’s trying to get closer to her too.

“…No,” you say, breathless. “Pretty sure I get it now.”

“Good.” She grins. Simple and giddy. “Took you long enough.”

She kisses you again before you can say anything else. This time it’s harder, more certain, with a kind of insistence that catches you off guard with how hungry it is. Her hands slide up under your shirt, callused fingers skating over skin like she wants to memorize the shape of you. 

Your back presses harder into the tree, bark digging into your spine as you slide down, but you barely notice. Not with her mouth moving against yours like this. Not with the way she exhales through her nose every time you meet her pushes with one of your own.

She shifts her weight and drops to straddle your lap, knees pressing into the mossy earth, thighs tight around one of yours. You slide a hand instinctively to the small of her back, the other gripping her hip, steadying her. 

Natalie rolls her hips once, grinding down until you feel the press of her against your thigh, hot through the worn fabric of her pants.

Her breath stutters in her throat. You feel it.

“Fuck,” she mutters, the word half a sigh. Her forehead drops to your shoulder for a second, then she lifts her head again, eyes darker now. You slide your hands up the curve of her waist, slow and steady, thumbs brushing bare skin beneath the hem of her shirt. 

“We don’t have to rush,” you murmur, voice low. “If that’s what you want. We’ve got time.”

That makes her pause– not in her body, but in her breath. Her lips part slightly, like she’s about to argue, or pretend she doesn’t care. But you lean in, let your noses brush, your forehead tip gently to hers.

Then her hands are in your shirt again, fisting the fabric like she needs something to hold onto before she drowns. She kisses you rougher this time, all teeth. But she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pull away.

She rocks down into you, slowly at first, grinding into your thigh in long, drawn-out motions that make her breaths stumble against your mouth. There’s nothing rushed about it now. Just focused, deliberate friction, the kind that builds slow and warm. You exhale against her skin, lips grazing her jaw as your hand slips under the waistband of her pants, fingers fanning low across her stomach. 

Her breath catches, but she doesn’t falter. If anything, she pushes down harder, chasing the pressure.

“Feels good?” you ask, barely louder than the birdsong above, thumb drawing lazy, reverent circles across her lower belly.

“Mhm,” she hums, the sound barely making it past her throat. There’s a tremble in it, half embarrassment, half need.

“Yeah?” you murmur, the corner of your mouth curling against her neck. “Good. Just want you to make yourself feel good for me, Nat.”

You feel the way her body tenses, hips faltering just a little, overwhelmed by the softness in your voice. “You work so fucking hard,” you go on, slipping your hand deeper, fingertips brushing heat. “Always holding everything together. Lemme take care of you for once.”

She whines at that, really whines, biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to go pink then white, eyes fluttering closed as her hips grind forward with more desperation now, chasing every spark your words strike. Her arms are around your shoulders, pulling herself tighter against you.

You ease your fingers lower, just enough to tease, to let her feel the promise of what’s coming. A shudder racks through her, and her forehead drops to your collarbone. You hear her breathe in sharp, then again– hitched. Her arms squeeze around you like it’s all that’s keeping her from falling apart.

“Please,” she chokes out, voice muffled against your skin. “Please…”

But still you hold back, fingers ghosting lower again only to retreat.

She lifts her head, and her eyes are glossed. Not just with arousal, but something fragile, fraying at the edges. A single tear slips down her cheek, and she doesn’t even try to hide it.

“I need it,” she says, voice breaking. “Need your hand— please. I want it.”

You still her with a kiss, slow and deep, tasting the salt on her lips. Then you press your palm firm, cupping her fully, dragging a moan straight from her throat as her back arches and her grip turns bruising.

“That’s all you had to say,” you murmur.

You slip your hand lower, finally giving her what she’s been grinding toward. Fingers find her soaked and wanting, and when you stroke up, just slow enough to drag it out before circling the top, her whole body jerks.

She groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder like she can’t hold herself up anymore. Her grip on your back tightens, knuckles white where they clutch at your shirt. Still, she doesn’t stop moving. Her hips roll faster now, chasing friction. 

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, sharp and breathless, like the wind got knocked out of her.

“You’re doing so good,” you murmur, pressing your lips to the corner of her mouth. “So pretty like this.”

She buries her face in your neck, breath hot and uneven. Every muscle in her body’s tight with effort, trembling as she rides the tension higher, closer. You match the rhythm of her hips, stroking with gentle precision, coaxing her with each pass.

“Just like that, baby,” you murmur, and you feel the way her body clenches at the praise. She whimpers– soft and broken– and you’re not sure if it’s the nickname or the pressure or everything at once, but it nearly undoes her.

Her hips stutter, motion becoming messier, more frantic as her fingers twist in your shirt, desperate to hold on.

“Close?” you murmur, voice steady, coaxing, even as your own heart slams against your ribs.

She chokes out a sound– half a gasp, half a sob– and her hand fumbles up to the back of your neck, gripping tight like she needs to anchor herself somewhere. Her nails dig in, sharp enough to sting, and it only spurs you to keep going. Her body’s coiling tight, every muscle drawn taut like a bowstring.

“Yeah– fuck,” she breathes, voice cracking as her hips falter. “I’m– shit, I’m gonna–”

“You can.” You kiss just below her ear, your fingers circling with just the right pressure now, steady and sure. “It’s okay. I got you.”

She shudders once, violently, then again– jaw clenched, breath caught. And then she breaks, right in your lap. Her whole body jolts with it, hips rolling through the high, breath leaving her in a series of short, sharp exhales, forehead pressing hard to your shoulder. 

You feel her legs tremble on either side of yours, her grip on your neck slackening as the tension bleeds out of her all at once. You keep her close, hand softening its motion until you’re just holding her, cupping her through the aftershocks, stroking gently as her body settles.

“Jesus,” she mumbles, and it’s not even to you, not entirely. It’s like she’s just trying to remember how to speak again.

You press a kiss to her hairline. “You’re alright. You’re okay.”

She nods– barely a movement– but doesn’t lift her head. Her arms are still looped loosely around your shoulders, and her weight is slumped into you like she doesn’t have the energy– or maybe the will– to pull away.

You shift a little, just enough to sit more comfortably against the tree. Natalie doesn't protest when your hand settles on the small of her back again, fingers splayed out. She stays there, chest against yours, breathing still a little uneven. Her lashes brush your neck.

You think maybe she’s falling asleep like that, but then you feel the slow drag of her thumb over the curve of your shoulder, lazy, bashful.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, so low you almost miss it.

You tilt your head, lips twitching. “For what, exactly?”

She gives a snort of laughter. “Oh, fuck off. You know.”

You don’t say anything at first. Just tighten your arms around her a bit more and smile into her hair.

“You’re welcome,” you finally say. “You needed it.”

After a moment, she pulls back just enough to glance at you, cheeks pink but not from the summer heat this time. She looks down between you, then back up through her lashes. “I could, um… I mean if you want, I could maybe—” 

She clears her throat, suddenly self-conscious in a way you rarely see from her. “Only if you want.”

You’re about to answer— honestly, maybe kiss her again just for how fucking cute that was— when a voice cuts through the trees, shrill and oblivious:

“Natalie? Natalie! Hello? You guys have been gone all morning and Shauna and Mari are fighting over shit bucket duty again and I really need help cleaning the animal pelts–”

It’s Misty, of course. Her bright yellow coat bobs between branches like a frantic canary.

Natalie groans and drops her forehead to your shoulder with a muffled, “Fucking Quigley.”

You laugh, rubbing soothing circles between her shoulder blades. “Guess that’s our cue.”

She doesn’t move. “Do we have to?”

“Unfortunately,” you say, kissing the top of her head. “C’mon, Your Highness. Duty calls.”

She sighs dramatically, then shifts off your lap, fixing her hair with a quick brush of her fingers. Before she stands, she leans in and pecks your cheek, fast but warm. 

“Later,” she says, like a promise, before she’s shuffling aside to grab her boots and shuck them back on– and fix her jeans where the waistband has been stretched to sit low on her hips. 

Misty emerges not a moment later, announcing herself with an: “aha, there you are!”

Natalie rolls her eyes so hard you think she might dislocate something, muttering a pointed “mhm”, but you catch the little smile still gracing her lips from earlier.

“What were you guys even doing for so long?” Misty prattles on as you both stand to follow her back to camp, “Re-setting the snares? Did you catch anything? Oh! I actually heard that leaving trails of food is better than just putting it right in the middle of the trap–”

You’re both a little too fucked, so you just nod along and chime in when appropriate. 

You do, anyways. Instead of paying attention, Natalie gives you a sidelong smirk as her fingers graze yours once, twice, then stay, laced, thumb circling a knuckle slowly. 

Butterflies swarm your stomach as you flush all the way to your ears.

You’re going to be hard-pressed for sleep tonight.

[spaloonbabooguuscooties]

Okay now can we get a 200 paragraph slop description of Nina and Coco’s weird dynamic

grabbig you so hard white knuckle grip digging in nails.

okay so like to get into the two of them together i do have to explain my characterization for coco a bit because while i think with nina everyone has a sort of collective agreement for the most part abt her coco is a little bit more all over the place ? anyway

because my idea of coco is that shes NOT a good guy like crash is. bc i think that crash is genuinely good hearted and likes helping people! i think aku aku is a very positive influence for him and all he will always willingly help even his enemies and thats nice. but coco does not give a fuck about all of that. coco will help crash because she loves him but outside of that everything she does is for her own ends.

i read somewhere that canonically coco has the capability of being a full hero like crash is and could probably do it even better but she just doesnt Want to. and i think thats so good. shes got her own shit going on. i think that she isnt as outside of cortex's influence in her creation as she likes to think; like i think a lot of people are in agreement that she was made to be a general in his army, and cortex successfully made her incredibly intelligent, so it makes sense there would be some aspects of her personality that pull from that.

idk i stick to my thing about how tagteam racing coco is the best shes insane in it like please listen to the voicelines for her theyre so funny .

shes insanely overconfident, shes competitive, shes got a hair trigger temper, shes greedy and snappy. shes a little con artist and is constantly doing startup companies and scamming investors for money , like thats canon. and obviously shes still NICE for the most part she'll do the right thing when she needs to because its usually in her best interests anyway but it doesnt take away from the fact that theres a little rot in the core of her that never really left when she escaped that lab.

and outside of crash and crunch and like, tawna maybe, she doesnt have many friends and NO peers. so theres aspects of her socially where i think shes a freak and doesnt know how to act. never been in school probably has adhd because shes always just starting projects and shit and abandoning them. anyway

so i think! meeting nina is very important for her! like because now she has someone the same age as her with the same level of intellect (and theyre both girls ?? 🙊🙊) and she SUCKS and thinks shes better than her! so of course that kicks cocos lazy ass into gear . i think nina has such a talent for getting under cocos skin and making her insane . especially since coco hasnt had to deal with someone on the same level like that before. and i do think that coco is technically smarter but shes so impulsive, all she can think about is wanting to beat nina in whatever nina can challenge her with. it makes her brain really need to work to fight against her and prove her wrong and theres some awful little rush she gets from proving her wrong , making her Know how smart coco really is, which just makes nina fight harder to take her down.

and they think they hate each other so much but theyre actively seeking each other out to start these fights! as much as they hurt each other its fun for them in a way thats different than if it were anyone else. this snotty little girl that thinks shes SO cool with her dumb metal hands .

but theres still that inherent understanding there too. the way theyre both isolated in the way they are. coco lives on a remote island with people way older than her and nina goes to school sure but in public school everyone hates her! and even at madam amberlies she didnt actually have FRIENDS . coco is the only one who goes out of her way to talk to nina even if its just to tell her shes got a stupid big forhead. and nina calls her a feral rat and they continue their little games and rituals. they dont have to say thats why outright when they can feel it in the way they are so desperate and obsessed with each others attention.

and probably coco doesnt know how badly cortex treats Nina exactly . maybe she thinks shes cruel and nasty for the fun of it. but she knows how terrible cortex CAN be. knows that those hands arent for ninas benefit, that she may as well be an asset. maybe she feels a little pity for her there when she knows ninas being used and probably doesnt even realize that. when ninas smarter than cortex will ever be, when coco had NEVER felt the level of threat from cortex that she has from Nina . she knows shed be better off without him and theres a part of her that wants to see it i think. she likes the challenge, she craves it. it gives her something to do something to actually care about.

and i like the plotline in crash of the titans where coco gets kidnapped by her and forced to work on that machine because it makes me think so much about the dynamic there. like why does Nina NEED Coco? her intelligence probably, i also like to think that nina cant build things as effectively as coco can because of her hands getting in the way and breaking shit.

but theres this funny thing in COTT because ninas like mind controlling her to do this with some helmet but instead of just leaving the thing on her and not bothering with her otherwise nina is CONSTANTLY taking it off just to like. what! banter with her?? gloat?? like she finally has this girl forced to hang out with her and shes having the time of her life . and im not even gonna get into the way that they both fumble over insulting each other the whole time. whatever .

the titans games suck but that interaction gives a lot of potential for the idea of like. nina habitually stealing coco away under the guise of needing her hands . i like that 🫵 always making a big show of making coco her prisoner and forcing her to do her bidding because its weird for her to want to see her so often otherwise. and coco eventually just going along with it because helping nina with these plans makes it more challenging to beat her later on. like shes testing herself. and she likes it. theyre needling each other the whole time and yet that doesnt stop nina from eventually trusting coco enough to let her work with her without even keeping her in a cage. even if it gives coco the potential to double cross her . but she never does!

and of course being that close to your enemy leaves them both vulnerable. i think coco does start to understand the real nature of how cortex is to nina and it does make her feel bad. doesnt notice how little bite her insults are having after so long. how nina actively fights to try to touch her in a way thats Gentle when she brings her back to her lab. the way nina is getting more nervous. shed be stupid not to realize how close theyre getting after a while even when they say theyre enemies. when theyre laughing as they beat each other into the dirt a week later. idkk

and ninas so scared of it im sure. she doesnt make it obvious but i know shes self concious as fuck especially when it comes to coco. shes aware of how she Looks. how pretty coco is and how Good she thinks she is compared to her. not like coco would actually Like her like that. stupid nina with no friends almost no family and an uncle who cant even be bothered half the time. she cant actually TRUST anyone, and this little game she has going with coco has to fall apart eventually even if she's dreading it. dreading the day she actually wins like she says she wants to and coco's Gone.

and ideally coco could work with her like that forever. slap a helmet on her, who cares, shes EVIL right? but something about having coco all mindcontrolled and brainless by her side like she did before makes nina a little sick. even if it was nice just having a friend for a day.

i think even when coco does start trying to be closer to her - because it has to be coco initiating. her confidence is less fake than ninas is lmao - it scares nina at first . for many reasons; reasons like, maybe this is a trick. and shes scared of what cortex will do. and she could hurt coco so easily, just like every other poor little animal unlucky enough to be in her hands. and shes a bad person, and she doesn't deserve to be happy, and happiness is weakness anyway, and BESIDES. coco is so pretty and she could do better but also who could possibly be better than NINA- and its really very complicated. so i think nina pushes her away at first but coco is so stubborn and nina is so weird and they both cant stay away from each other for very long. nina sending Tiny Tiger to give coco a message like 'WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME. NOW I FEEL STUPID AROUND YOU ALL THE TIME DID YOU POISON ME OR SOMETHING' like coco isnt thinking the same damn thing. like man i thought i hated you what happened. why do i like seeing your stupid little grin. fuck off...wait but dont..ahahhh

and i dont think they ever really like sit down and talk about whats going on between them. they just get closer and closer until they know too much about the other. until theyve let their hands linger too long. until ninas memorized how cocos fur feels on her skin and how much shes missed that. and how much emptier their lives are when the other isnt there to ruin their day. lmaoo. you know

i think they can be soft too. i think they deserve that. let themselves get tired out after all their arguing and spitting and they just look at each other. and its just them, alone together, and they kind of know that they arent going to get this with anyone else. and so i think they allow themselves to be soft with each other . when nina realizes she cant keep pushing coco away and lets her in and coco will kiss her and hold her and let her feel like that girl she was before cortex kind of ripped it all away. just for a little bit. because they know theyll be back after each other later on, they dont really know another way to be yet other than that. but they can have this too and no one else has to know or to get it.

also side note i think its funny how animals have an affinity for nina despite what cortex did to her . and like there is a part of nina that likes coco a lot because she is silly and fluffy and soft and cute and nina is actively working to kill that part of her while coco , Being An Animal, can kind of sense that about her too. i think she uses that against her a little bit . idkk . she thinks nina is cute even if you couldnt torture that fact out of her.

aa. holy fuck. anyway

[the-ink-archives]

anyone else insane about mel x vik

OK SO, don't get me wrong, i love jaymelvik and i adore jayce (literally i have him in my brain) but like, i find mel and viktors dynamic / what could have been so fucking interesting.

we know that viktor is possessive to a degree, he does also not trust people easily. so as soon as mel and jayce get together he is very hesitant, and does not like his boyfriend being with another person. BUT BUT BUT, then mel just goes, "viktor, you know you are mine too yes?" LORD his reaction would be everything

ok so jayce and viktor are like oil and water, they do not get on well - don't get me wrong they absolutely love each other but they butt heads a lot, we know that. but mel is their middle ground. her rationality is similar to viktors but her passion is similar to jayce and just, her being what they needed (also also add to this the fact that she knows bullshit about science and can see things differently to how jayce and viktor can). i honestly see viktor falling in love with her over this because this women helped bridge the gap to the man he loves and he in turn learns to love mel for that

MORE SPECIFICALLY, and why i am actually going feral right now - viktors trauma manifests in the "i am to broken to be loved" - mels trauma manifests in the "i cannot love people because i will break them" this of course will eventually turn out viktor "mel you can love me i'm already broken" and mel "no i cant, you're perfect and i'll break you" (jayce has to drag both of these idiots into bed for cuddles and kisses)

anyways screaming crying throwing up over them yall help me

[lushleona]

warnings:drabble,mention of sex:)

one of my favorite things anyone ever said about me was that i’m a sensual person and that i do literally everything sensually and i always think about how would naturally sensual reader and mattheo would work

as friends? would drive him fucking insane,the lingering touches,the ever present suggestive tone,the slow movement of her body like it’s meant to draw his attention,he wants so badly to be a good friend,he has everyone in the school to sleep with he shouldn’t do it with his friends but he would go wild with need that he would be at her doorstep anytime he’s a little too high

as lovers? mattheo wouldn’t date her,he wants her badly of course,but he can’t date her because she’s like this with everyone,the jealousy would be too much,now usually mattheo is a “do whatever you want can fight” type of guy in relationships but there is so much he can take,the natural flirtatious personality would make his skin crawl,so despite his want for her,he wouldn’t possibly get into an official relationship with her

as enemies? fuck he can’t stand how appalling she is,can’t stand how even when she’s yelling at him it still sounds like an invitation to fuck her,can’t stand how all their fights feel like long complicated foreplay,can’t stand how much he wants the girl he’s supposed to hate and most of all can’t stand how he always seems to end up in her bed being a submissive mess🫠

omg this is literally bubblegum!reader !!! the dynamic i’m building for her and mattheo is exactly this: they’re kind of friends but it’s so blurred by all the tension and teasing and suggestive little touches that it drives him up the wall. she’s not even trying half the time but he’s still going feral, and he knows she’s like this with everyone — a flirt, a tease — but it doesn’t matter. he still wants her, and he hates how much power she has over him. it’s that constant battle between wanting to be good and wanting to ruin everything just for a taste. and when she actually is trying to get a rise out of him, it’s basically mattheo’s own personal hell. yeah sure, he could easily give in and fuck her — lord knows mattheo riddle has no issue being a complete slut — but he can’t, because giving in means letting her win. he can’t have that happen; if he did, she’d lord it over his head, not outwardly, but in a subtle way, with that sexy smirk and that eyebrow raise — designed just to make him lose his mind. not to mention that chances are, she’d forget about him afterwards. that’s just how she functions: fuck and forget. it’s not out of spite or animosity, but the girl just gets bored, and so she teases and seduces until she drops and eventually ghosts. mattheo just can’t let that happen so they’re stuck in this cycle of being “friends” with the highest record of sexual chemistry ever fucking recorded.

also i love all the other dynamics you included!!! especially the one about how they could never date due to her flirty nature!!! nd how them being enemies would have so much tension since they’re both such sluts and just can’t help how unconsciously flirty they are and how easily turned on they get 😩 ALSO SUBMISSIVE MATTY UGHHH don’t even get me started on that cuz i’m on a whole kick with it rn (ty marleen)

[vannyinthestars]

TGR SPOILERS AHEAD:

Welcome to Vanny’s live reactions to all of that

I have 259 Kindle highlights

There’s lots of thoughts and reactions so proceed with caution cuz this list is gonna be long

Will continue to tag my posts for spoilers but this is just everything from the entire book.

Guilty Lucas and Lucas being the one to get Rhemann because he was scared for Jean when Zane turned up hurt me more than expected

Emma Swift being introduced as a character feeding my soc med au shenanigans.

“Where is your rage?”

Some of the Trojans actually wanting Jean to snap (Derek) is interesting to see

Jean just casually admitting his MOM had his first ever captain and her entire family killed???? What???

Jeremy having a military dad oh he is so me. I’m trying so hard not to project rn but “Yes, sir” has me feeling lot of things

Notebook symbolism!

Jean quoting Neil and fighting back his own insane smile after Grayson is so important to me.

“Ill-bred child” is such a funny dig

“A single word is seldom rude enough to make a point.” SASSY JEAN WE ARE SO BACK

Jean saying he would’ve slashed Kevin’s tires before allowing him to escape makes me physically sick. I’m so normal about them.

JereJean sitting back to back.

Jeremy can’t sing being canon leads me to believe Karaoke is scene is possible for TSC3

“There you are.” I am UNWELL

Insight into Aaron’s trial and I was about to cry? Neil having to be there for Kevin but being stuck on the staircase

Jean not wanting to hurt BarkBark

“I like him Jeremy. Let’s keep him forever” “that’s the plan” FERAL FOR THIS

Cheek kiss.

“We’re his people” I was floundering around they are so found family and it’s what Jean needs.

Andrew being terrified that Grayson did something to Neil had me crying again. He came to Cali for Kevin only to find out Neil had gone without him probs to protect him from his feelings and then he was SCARED

The floozies calling Kevin Queen

JEALOUSY

Jeremy getting between KevJean and saying “back off” ohhhhhh I would’ve been shaking in my boots

JeanDrew scenes? Unexpected and unmatched. Ate them up.

Kevin teasing Jean over Jeremy?? Is he that oblivious intentionally? Will it ever get acknowledged???

Jean going after Bryson I AUDIBLY SCREECHED

Emma being the one to have the bandage idea for Jean’s fingers I need them to actually interact

Jeremy teaching himself French (Alsoooo who is his tutor gonna be??)

“You and me against the world.” I was crying

What did Jean say in French after the banquet when Jeremy got back with Laila. I need to know.

I was not expecting the Orgy mention at all- I could not even explain my reaction to that.

“The Trojans seemed to fall in love so easily” this is gonna get brought up again mark my words

Jean saying “Have a winning day!” I SCREAMED

Jean having to help carry Jeremy off the court paralleling Andreil in the later chapter (I’m getting there) is insane Nora

Rhemann punching Zane- I literally threw my phone.

“Fuck what I deserve. What about what I want?” THIS IS GONNA COME BACK I SWEAR IT

I actually cried and became nauseous over the Ravens v Foxes game. I understand why it had to happen plot wise but oh my god I thought they got their happy ending?? Andrew and Neil fighting for one another??? Dan defending Neil? I was so not okay I swear Nora you could’ve killed me with this one.

Browning is so real.

“I will choose you every time” is going to come back and be “Choose me” next book I swear

Yo-yo mentioned lmaooo

Jean’s favorite color being Brown? (Jeremy’s natural hair and eye color?)

“Cat wanted to be the voice of reason, but she would pry the stars from the sky if Laila asked for them.” I love them

Jean opening up about Elodie to Laila because they’ve both lost things they don’t know how to lose

Also circling back to Jean asking if it gets easier about grief hurt me so bad

The fact that Andrew appears to be the only character with a functioning Gaydar SENT ME

“Embrace fatherhood” and Jabberwocky Moreau have my soul

[vel-vet61]

I just want to say I absolutely adored how detailed and feral your Kendall fic was. I was wondering if you could do something about Kendall with pregnant significant other🤭

oh myuuyy gosh thank you so so much I appreciate u so much so I went insane :):))))

obv: explicit 18+ pregnancy kink, freaks, dirty talk, body image, the vaguest stuff about being pregnant cause I know nothing, tenderness, filth

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“Alright, wait. Don’t look yet. Keep those eyes closed,” she scolds in the same play pretend tone they use in their own stupid banter. She playfully smooshes his entire face right into her palm to ensure he really wasn’t peaking. He can’t help snorting a laugh, shooing her hands away with an infectious sly smile and a seriously, baby I promise. Swear I’m not looking.

She knows it’s a crock of shit, being so that only a minute ago he was side eyeing when she first stripped herself naked, but it makes her shake her head and chuckle anyways.

“Okay, now have a look. I think this is perfect for hiding the bump,” she poses a couple times, giving him a 360 degree view as she turns to the side in front of him. Finding how her ever growing belly looked so effortlessly swallowed up by the intricate drape of the long, nearly floor length tailored jacket. “See? Bet those fucking paps still won’t get to see anything.”

Kendall and her had known the rumors of their pregnancy had been in full swing. Headlines speculating. Buzzing in Kendall’s ear even at work.

Whenever his colleagues had the balls to blatantly ask if the word on the street was true - that Kendall and his wife were hiding a pregnancy from the public, their friends, and especially their family. Nothing ever stopped Kendall from always answering every prying accusation the same. He’d rehearsed it a thousand times before. Scoffing in their face, shaking his head. “Really? You actually believe that bullshit? You’re too online, man. Unplug.”

Dodging the pointed looks from his dismissive father, deliberately side eyeing him with daggers when a new story hits the tabloids. Sweating men with flashing cameras and no boundaries flood familiar street corners, swarming the blocks of New York fighting to be the first one to get a shot of Kendall and his unconfirmed pregnant wife.

Months ago they could easily sweep all the noise and the chatter under the rug, but that was before she was this far along, that baby bump undeniably sticking out like a watermelon.

The trepidation only worsened and continued. Sneaking doctors appointments with a plethora of bodyguards hired by an intensely paranoid Kendall. Keeping her physically shielded at all costs from the public eye when that beautiful belly sprouted.

All the while Kendall couldn’t resist keeping his hands or his dick to himself.

”None of them matter, nothing they say fucking matters,” Kendall would nearly spit, furiously fucking his hips, stubborn with hard unrelenting rhythm underneath the ruffled soft sheets of their bed. He never pretended like he couldn’t see her wipe away spare tears after seeing yet another outrageous headline speculating, or the sounds of little sniffles muffled by tissue after dark.

When he’d smooth his hands over her belly, an innocent gesture of a soon-to-be father, he’d admire how far his baby’s grown as he’s fucking her into the mattress. ”You’re so beautiful, so brave and strong, having my baby…..” he’d coo, sucking right onto the pulse of her neck. “You’re my angel. Have to make my angel feel good….”

She turns to study the way Kendall’s eyes and micro movements in his facial expression dance around with hyper observance. His fingers reach out and feel down the texture of the coat, lingering longer than needed to admire the fabric. She wonders how much his staring and touching had to do with the new wardrobe staple or how much her unmistakably pregnant body was camouflaged.

“Can maybe put a scarf on too, really take it up a notch. Definitely carrying a bigger bag when we go out, that should cover any other angles. Ken, what do you think?”

Kendall’s eyes are still hypnotically drinking in her figure, now pulling the long zip down, delicately pushing the sleeve along towards the side of her shoulder. Strokes his fingers some more down the globe of her stomach, massaging the belly growing their child. Kendall feels this enormous sense of pride feeling the alien-like way her belly trembled and moved, knowing what exactly it took to get her there. Get her this flushed and knocked up. Flashbacks of holding one of her legs up in the air and fucking her pussy raw haunted Kendall’s brain before he’s equipped to even try answering her simple question.

“The coat? It’s uh — yeah, this looks really fucking sleek, you’re like The Matrix right now. You look fucking…..” he scoffs in disbelief at how she glows more and more for him every goddamn day. “…. phenomenal,” he finished, his hands and that dumbed expression on his face doing most of the talking for him.

“Ken,” she pouted, almost trying to stuff herself right back into the shapeless snug coat. “Baby seriously, does it really hide everything?”

Kendall knows just how terribly she wished she could hide from the public scrutiny, how disgusting the prying eyes felt when she was already filled with enough hormones and distress.

He knows how difficult it’s become, trying to keep the mere idea of this baby’s existence protected from the volatile world. But any nuanced thoughts in his brain had taken a momentary break, pausing to replace those with a helpless hamster on a wheel that only sounded like ”I have to, I wanna fuck more and more babies in you, make us an entire fucking litter, cum inside you enough loads to breed you again and again, have you stay this swelled up so pretty with our baby—“

Kendall wipes the stray bead of sweat built up on his temple, licking his lips as if they’re chapped. His hands dropped from the fabric of the new coat to his lap, unsubtle with making his adjustment to hide the brick already forming a tent in his pants.

“You got hard again just looking didn’t you,” she tisks, making fun of him while finding it endearing nonetheless. He looked just as eager as he had before he put his baby in her, almost salivating while she pulls both the sleeves back off. It pooled in a pile at her feet, leaving only her bare skin after her coat’s absence. “What are we gonna do with you, naughty boy?” she hums. Backs him up against the wooden frame of their bed, finding Kendall’s never ending unquenched thirst for more so enticing. “Baby must already feel how often Daddy gets insatiable.”

Daddy. Even hearing it once tipped him over the edge. Ready to please, he nods hurriedly in response to her teasing.

“Jesus fuck…. do - do anything you want with me, just say the fucking word. Want you to use me good, baby. Have to take good care of my babies,” he nuzzled himself a home in her neck, creeping his hands down to that precious bump and cradling it. She feels his familiar clothed bulge nudge her in the perfect spot. Teasing her front.

“You always take such good care of us,” she corrects him quietly, feeling up his biceps and his warm, beating chest. “Spoiling me.”

He nods his head, furiously agreeing. “Fucking ready to spoil you again right now,” Kendall swore. “Gonna get you twenty more of these coats, hundred more, who cares. You feel sore anywhere today? Here, sit that exhausted pretty ass down and let me get those knots out.”

Those lips of his find hers again, hurrying to get a better taste. Interrupting any retort she could’ve made like Kendall, twenty times the cost of this coat could pay off somebody’s mortgage. Kendall, seeing the bump shouldn’t make you this hard this fast. Kendall—“ but the words are lost.

One palm engulfs her ass, squeezing and kneading. Peppering love bites up and down. He puts a gently stern force in setting her down on the bed facing him. Those fingers find her inner thighs and rub in repeated circles, coaxing the underlying stress to ooze right out of her.

“Working too goddamn hard, need to help my babies relax.”

She would’ve rolled her eyes if she could. Knowing that Kendall hasn’t let her do so much as tie her own shoelaces alone anymore. That he’d never let her lift a finger to work, being that his own mission every single day since and before he’d gotten her pregnant was to alleviate whatever the fuck blocked the way between her and her peace of mind, her happiness, no matter what cost.

Tenderness bleeds off of every grasp and squeeze. She closes her eyes after they threaten to roll back when he takes both her feet in each hand, kneading the tension building up in her heels. It’s music to his ears when she lowly hums in appreciation, sighing.

“Shhhh. I know. That’s it.”

What comes out is only a tangled string of whimpers. Kendall’s dick only strains itself more against the zipper of his trousers. Clenching his jaw, with those tight fists only squeezing the bed of her feet harder.

“Can’t think straight hearing those noises comin’ out of you,” he huffs a half laugh. Plants a series of open-mouthed kisses on her knees, down her legs. One hand now kept itself fastened around her stomach, keeping a loving hold on their growing creation.

“And when have you ever been known for thinking straight?” she laughs dreamily, tingling from Kendall’s indulgent pampering.

“Never, ‘specially not when I’m between these legs….” he scoffs as he’s embracing the visual of spreading them apart.

“That’s exactly how we got here isn’t it,” she agrees with a pointed look down at her protruding bump.

“Oh, I know how we got here. Never gonna fucking forget.”

It’s cunning, knowing, how he looks back up at her between those legs. Wrapping them around his own waist himself, testing the waters with little rocks of his bulge into her hips.

The whimpering comes again, lighting Kendall on fire as he takes one middle finger and finds her clit through her panties. Rubbing and rubbing, feeling her scrunch up from just a little movement of his finger.

“Mm, I know you remember too. Got on top of me and rode me all night, whining for more and more of my cum inside. And I gave it to you, didn’t I?” his voice strains as his fingers swirl around the bud. “Acted so shy that night, but I know you’re not a shy girl anymore when you’re getting dicked.”

“Ken…”

He busies himself with more rounds of kisses on her belly, feeling even through the thin material how she clenched onto and yearned for him inside. She pulls one of his hips further in, cementing his spot to grind against her pussy some more through their clothes, filthy whispers rolling off his tongue to rile each other up some more.

“Fuck…. Fucking taking these off,” he complains. Strips those panties down before ripping his own boxers off, throwing them mindlessly.

Her heart felt like it dropped into her stomach seeing him start to pull and stroke his magnetizing cock. It stays pointing up, veiny and pressed against his belly button while he chokes on labored breaths.

Kendall feels it in the pads of his fingers how wet his tip already is.

“Feel how bad I need you,” he swallows, shoving his hips forward so his cock brushes up and slides deliciously against her leg. Smoothly gliding along the skin.

Her mouth is steadily watering at the very sight, half lidded eyes watching every little thrust and move. Without saying anything she snakes one of his hands down to prove to him that she felt the same fucking thing, his giant palm now perfectly cupping her pussy. It’s like he’s fighting not to pass out when his digits feel that warm, wet and welcoming pool gathered in between her lips.

She waits to hear another thundering retort but his head is empty. Rumbling groans fly out of his throat while his fingers pulse in and out, oscillating between her hole and her clit. Kendall’s eyebrows are pinched like he’s focused, like he’s in furious pain not being inside her. He wonders if she has the telepathy to read his mind easier than reading a children’s book, because she knows he’s hanging on by a thread and he hasn’t even slid home yet.

Watching her blindly grab and guide the tip right at the center of her waiting pussy, he unexpectedly cries out for mercy when it finally breaches, slowly sliding in a couple of inches. Kendall felt like her pussy was his home.

“SHIT, fucking Christ you feel so tight,” he strains himself, feeling those heavenly walls stutter and adjust hot against his member. His resistance now clawing from his inner cage to slide home and never leave. “This pussy’s got me in trouble, G-God that’s it….. Feel me? Feel that?” he emphasizes his point with his hips, shoving his way to her womb and making a squelch leak out from where they’re intertwined. “Make me fucking crazy…..”

“Fuck yes, yeah that’s it Ken…. take care of me, take me, fill me up again.” She pleads, legs flailing around with every thrust home. The bed creeks as it knocks itself rhythmically against the wall, only fueling the animalistic desire.

“Greedy for more of this cum to breed you up all over again, huh? Wanna show everybody how I put that fucking baby in you?”

It’s a warning, she can tell it is. One of her legs is tossed over his shoulder by his force, feeling the new freeing angle to give him more space to work. It allows him to go balls in, stuffing himself to the hilt and smiling down at the obscenely satisfying image of that pretty clit bulging with those lips hugging the entire base of his cock. They’re pressed up so close they share heartbeats, his hand going right back to that bump.

“So beautiful, look at you. Look at what you’re capable of. Look how good you take this dick,” he sighs, pulling himself nearly all the way out before spreading what gushes out along her lips to lube his movements even more. “That’s it, all wet and all mine…. My baby, my pussy….” he mumbles, possessively gripping a breast while he circles his hips.

“Your baby, your pussy, all yours.” she nods, a thick tear streaming down from one of her eyes as she white knuckles his shoulder. He shushes her reassuringly, reaching down to wipe the lone tear off where it trailed up her temple. She watched him take one long lick of the finger that gathered the salty tear. Something about the depravity makes her swell with adoration that this man was the father of her child, of more future children. She feels more unshed tears that want to well up and spill, but Kendall is so attentive and quick, even in the middle of a fuck.

“Shhh it’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay angel. Never letting anything happen to you. Ever.”

She nods like she already knows. The public won’t get to prick themselves under her skin unless they go through Kendall first.

His hips only grew sharper, feeding off the weak whimpering as her body takes him. Engulfing and consuming him whole, and it’s addictive, so addictive that it was on the verge of frightening. To love, to rely and depend solely on somebody else. Mirroring her own tear-stricken cheeks, a tear or two makes its way down from his solemn eyes.

While his dick twitches and leaks as it pistols inside of her, she can’t help but clench down on him the hardest she was able to, feeling the ribbon of tension deep inside him start to whither and threaten to snap.

She sees him dangling off the cliff and all she had to do was guide him off. His pressure points were readily apparent, those sad yearning eyes screaming for her to beg him.

“Baby, baby cum in me, cum inside me again. Can’t get…. can’t get enough,” she mewls, still wide open and sweating from him.

As if the words had a spell attached to them, his hips jolt and stutter on the last thrust inside before his violently twitching girth finally shoots while he’s balls deep. Kendall couldn’t give a fuck if all of New York could hear him when he shouted, buzzing from the tingling waves rushing throughout his body. His cock is milked and drained, used up as he stills inside before smoothing himself right back in, stubborn with never allowing himself to leave her pussy empty again.

Kendall is shaking like an addict that got a fresh high off a fix, boneless when he leans down and carefully keeps all of his weight off her belly and leans down to smother her in a fat kiss.

He doesn’t care that the pent up drool in his mouth gets transferred right into hers. She’s smiling and chuckling into the kiss after another few minutes, and he bites onto her lower lip to shush her.

Feeding his need for his own ritual, he pulls himself back up before getting too carried away again and gently slips himself most the way out, feeling the load he released slowly but surely seep out in grooves. Fuck. He couldn’t contain himself every time he saw it, every time just as invigorating and exciting as the last. He keeps his cock between a closed fist, aiming with precision as he swirls his release around her clit, the sticky mess fueling her pending release. Kendall pays close attention to every twitch and move, watching her succumb to the sensation and tightening up again.

“Like that, yeah, relax under me.” he praises. Whistles low when he feels her clench onto the crown of his tip, desperately seeking more to feel and latch onto. “Love the look on that face when you’re cumming on me. Yeah. Ride it out,” he soothes, lying down more endless kisses onto her neck, shoulder, collarbone. “Ride it out on me.”

She squeezes her eyes shut from the unrelenting spiral of pleasure, still ultra sensitive underneath him.

“Wore you out, baby? Need some rest?”

She still felt as if she were levitating, barely hovering back on earth on the comedown. A lazy nod is all she can answer him with.

Both of them are left heaving and sniffling, wiping away the unspoken salty tears from each other’s cheeks. Kendall scrapes his nails soothingly right into her scalp, other hand still glued to his unborn baby.

He sticks his head down and sweetly face plants right onto her belly button, mumbling:

“Daddy tires Mommy out real good, didn’t he?”

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Actually despondent that now in addition to desiring Yokohama fic, I desperately crave The Adventures of Midoriya Izuku, Normal U.A. Student. Why is this kid so ruthlessly competent and crazy??

The funniest thing is that I'm not sure he's ever once realizes how feral he comes off to literally everyone around him. Like he probably thinks of himself as a dweeby nerd who's done an awesome job of pretending to be a rising young hero. Meanwhile, everyone around him is just going, ah yes, there's my good friend izuku. If you need alcohol, drugs, or someone locked in an underground bunker dead, he would absolutely be my first choice Could you talk a little about that, if you like?

Also if you want you share any other stories of izuku's attempts to gain practical experience, pleaseeee feel free. They are so funny. (I feel so bad for aizawa, who is at any time between 2.5 and 0 years away from understanding his insane student.)

So, I think I talked about this a little with my Daredevil fics, but I have different “versions” of characters depending on which fic they’re from. They all have the same core traits, but they’re all slightly distinct from each other because of their disparate experiences.

Pez turned into this surprise sleeper hit for me because this Izuku became one of my favorite Izuku’s based on how fucking feral and competent he is. Aizawa is worried about what he is Doing at literally all moments of the day because it quite literally could be anything. I adore him.

There’s this part in chapter 5 where Izuku is like “I committed to winging it at this school” and that is effectively what he has been doing this entire goddamn time. He has no idea what a normal high school experience is. He has since lost almost all respect for authority and thinks of rules as the things he gets around for necessity and love of the sport. You are 100% right that he thinks of himself as a sort of dweeby nerd and everyone else is like “I am actually terrified of him and how he lives.”

Izuku in pez has been “yes anding” his way through this high school experience. He thinks of what must be done And Then He Does It. He figures out if he can actually do it while he’s doing it. Fuck it, let’s see.

To a degree, the entire Dekusquad is viewed in the same light, because they are almost always on Izuku’s same bullshit. Todoroki is his ride or fucking die, Iida tells himself that he is there to supervise, Uraraka needs an outlet for her own violent tendencies, and Yaoyorozu is doing this for the love of the sport. And they also have no idea how unhinged they are. Their echo chamber is populated exclusively by them, all insane.

Fundamentally, Midoriya Izuku is someone who dug up land mines to turn himself into a makeshift rocket without advance planning or hesitation for what was, at the end of the day, a school obstacle course. He lives and dies by the immortal words “fuck it, we ball.” He is completely unaware that other people do not live this way and everyone else is too afraid to tell him.

All jokes aside, Izuku’s feral hyper competence in pez is partially the result of 1) Mirio and 2) Stain.

When Izuku first started helping Mirio train, he locked the fuck in harder than he ever has in his entire fucking life. Quirks are a huge boon to heroics, but it’s also a bit of a crutch. Heroes rely on them. Quirkless heroes wouldn’t have that option.

Mirio and Izuku developed their physical abilities and practical skills to a degree that very, very few heroes ever even attempt. Izuku always knew that a Quirkless hero couldn’t afford to be mid tier. Mirio would have to be better than every other person in the room to even have a chance. Izuku learned right alongside him.

But that just explains the hyper competence. The feral rule breaking is because of the aftermath of Stain.

Aizawa is as hard and as strict with his kids as he is because he does not want them thinking the rules do not apply to them. That’s how you end up with heroes who abuse their power. But Izuku and Todoroki specifically came into UA with an engrained belief that the rules only applied to them.

It is, again, Aizawa misunderstanding the issue with them. He doesn’t want them going off on their vigilante bullshit because they are going to be responsible for upholding the law and need them to respect it and understand it applies equally to them. But the law has never applied equally to Izuku and Todoroki. The rules have always existed to hurt them.

Izuku and Todoroki both grew up in abusive situations. When Izuku’s classmates hurt him, spewed hate at him, destroyed his things? It was fine. Izuku’s too sensitive. He’s just trying to get people in trouble over nothing. But if he so much as raised his voice? People would come down on him like a sack of bricks. Rules exist for a reason, after all. Izuku should understand that he doesn’t get exceptions.

Todoroki grew up getting beaten by the number two hero. He watched as doctors and police and his father’s employees turned a blind eye to the number two hero. But he couldn’t break his dad’s schedule without getting punished. If he started to suffocate under it all and ran off just so he could have even a second to breathe? He got picked up and dragged back and lectured by whatever hero or cop who caught him about how he should know better than to worry people and how it’s selfish to have caused this much of a fuss and he needs to be better.

And he’d sit there boiling in his own anger knowing that this devotion to the fucking rules would dry up the second it drifted towards applying to his father.

Stain sort of affirmed for Izuku and Todoroki that nothing had really changed. They broke the rules due to absolute fatal necessity. If they hadn’t done what they did, Iida and Native would be dead. They fought for their fucking lives and for the lives of the people with them.

And when they got back, they got lectured for it. They had done everything wrong. They should have picked differently. The police would never approve because they made the wrong call.

But, notably, they still got an exception from the rules. They escaped punishment. But not because they had done the right thing, no. They should have let stain kill Iida and Native both. But they’re such promising young heroes, so let’s not let this misstep trip them up.

They didn’t want to escape punishment because they were suddenly of the same category of exceptional, worthwhile person who had always kept their boot on their fucking necks. They wanted them to recognize that they made the right decision.

And then they got back to UA, and Aizawa called them out in front of everyone for making a bad call. And they were like “oh, okay. So nothing’s changed.”

The rules are arbitrary and capricious. They exist to hurt them. When people are granted exceptions, it’s not because there’s a good reason. It’s because they’re the Right Kind of Person. As a result? Izuku and Todoroki’s respect for the rules is nonexistent, and they’ve infected the rest of the Dekusquad with this attitude to an extent.

The Dekusquad doesn’t actually break rules for the sake of breaking rules. They just don’t respect the rules because the rules have been consistently applied contrary to their own ethics. They don’t break the rules that matter. But if there’s not a compelling reason to follow a rule? Fuck it, who cares. The rules don’t matter anyway. They’ve never mattered when they were the ones getting hurt.

A list of the bullshit Midoriya Izuku had done in his time at UA in the name of practical experience that has given Aizawa anxiety or would if he knew about it, abridged:

While in his first year, he and Mirio did a week-long bomb-defusing symposium during a school break for an experiential learning credit. UA students need some kind of emergency response practical credit and most people do a triage course and cross it off the list. But the national police academy also accepted hero students in their yearly course and Mirio and Izuku were like “oh fuck yeah” and signed up.

All Might signed off on this because he thought this was a wholesome activity for young people everywhere and no one told Aizawa. All Might is the spiritual team dad of the Dekusquad because he is the one most likely to say “that sounds like a wholesome activity for young people everywhere” and sign off on it

Bombs are just less of a thing nowadays. They’re obsolete. It’s like how black powder cannons aren’t so much as used because there’s better alternatives. Random people were getting born that could cause an explosion a just by sneezing. And they were cheaper and easier to hire than building a bomb, harder to track, and less likely to be discovered by a metal detector or police investigation. Bombs are still enough of a thing that very major cities maintain dedicated bomb squads but smaller cities do not. Tokyo, New York, Hong Kong, London, they have bomb squads. Anything smaller and they don’t have the funding for it, and bombs are rare enough that this hasn’t been a problem.

As a result, Izuku and Mirio are two of three people in a sixty-mile radius who maintain a bomb defusing license. The third is a seventy-three year old ex cop with a hand tremor.

They all find this out because some wannabe bank robber ends up deciding to go the bomb route because the cops wouldn’t expect it and then has to call them crying because he also doesn’t know how to turn that thing off.

Aizawa finds out that Yagi that fucker gave Izuku another reason to run towards explosions when like nine police cars pull up on the UA lawn and desperately ask for Midoriya Izuku, licensed bomb technician, because Mirio is fuck knows where doing underground spy shit and the seventy-three year old already had his half cup of coffee for the day and could not survive a game of operation, let alone a bomb

Izuku has to defuse this fucking thing with three judgmental ghosts trying to backseat drive this bomb refusal, Aizawa trying to calm himself down at the police line, and the entire Dekusquad having to be repeatedly told that they can’t just wait in the room with the bomb for Izuku to finish because they have an appointment at the mall to take a formal family portrait and Iida hates to be late

To a certain degree, the entire Dekusquad is Like This. None of them have any goddamn clue how to behave like actual children and their efforts towards experiencing normal childhood frivolity culminated in the Pizza Underground. They carved a convoluted path out of one of the most secure campuses on the planet because they had no idea how the fuck to be kids and that seemed like a normal way to start

That being said they actually had some of their best fucking times when they were sneaking out on the Pizza Underground. They didn’t use it for vigilantism—Aizawa was likely to find out about vigilantism, and they never wanted to compromise the route. They actually used it to just goof off and have fun.

The Pizza Underground is another reason in a long list of reasons why the rest of Class A is vaguely distressed by how hardcore Dekusquad is. The rest of the school is vaguely distressed by how hardcore Class A is, and the Dekusquad are the concerningly locked in ones amongst them. All of Class A knows they have a way in and out but they don’t know what it is

All Might is like 17% responsible for Dekusquad’s insanity because he takes a larger hand in Izuku’s life than the other’s students’ lives and is trying to be a good team dad for his pseudo son and his friends. But the thing is All Might is also completely insane and his agency hates him for good reason. He spent multiple decades evading his own safety nets so he could have secret mind game conflict bullshit with his nemesis without having to tell his own agency. All Might keeps taking Mirio + the Dekusquad out for “fun team building activities” which involves lessons on losing tails and variations of hunting each other for sport through Tokyo with paintball guns. He takes them for ice cream at the end and ruffles their hair

When Mirio was training for his licensing exam, he and Izuku convinced Nedzu to buy circus equipment for the school because 1) Izuku read old Batman comics and knew about Dick Grayson, and 2) they watched old pre-Quirk cirque de soleil videos and were like “that’s it that’s the vision.” Their fighting style is this ungodly mix of Krav Maga, Jujitsu, boxing, Muay Thai, aikido, and circus bullshit as a result

There’s a gif in the last chapter where Todoroki and Izuku tackle Iida to the ground shouting “Get down, Mr. President” which is based on that internet game where you and all your friends put fingers to your ear like you’re the secret service hearing something in your ear piece and the last one who hasn’t done it yet is the “President” who gets tackled by his “secret service agents” who are shouting “Get down, Mr. President.” Todoroki found a post about it online and brought it to the rest of the Dekusquad claiming that it would help them train their situational awareness. Iida said, “that sounds like a worthy goal” and has been tackled 76 times since. Iida is always Mr. President.

The Dekusquad keeps trying to go on vacation together and every single time it devolves into an international incident. The precedent that began with I-Island persisted. Aizawa stopped approving their group overnight leave requests until Momo floated a trip to her family’s private island and Aizawa approved because he figured it’d be safe enough since there were literally no other people on the island. Villains picked that night to try and steal expensive art momo’s family kept on the property and the Dekusquad locked the fuck in and terrorized those poor adult villains.

The Dekusquad is planning a two week post graduation trip through Europe and Aizawa is breathing into a paper bag. Technically they’re not His Problems by then but there is not a doubt in his fucking mind that he is going to be receiving a 3 a.m. from the Swedish authorities who want to know what’s wrong with them. He Doesn’t Know Okay.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

SALVATION (nsfw)

notes: dom!lottie x fem!reader, praise and degradation, mommy kink, strap-ons, blindfolds. word count: 2.6k . if you guys don’t go feral for this i’ll actually cry it took me so long

summary: after a hard day working at the wellness center, lottie comes home with you on her mind :) for more lottie fics (nsfw and sfw) see my yellowjackets masterlist!

You’d hardly heard anything from her all day. You knew Lottie had had an incredibly busy day, taking in new people to the wellness center and substituting some of the treatment classes for Lisa, who was out sick. It had all happened so last minute, too, neither of you knowing that Lottie would have to take over for Lisa until that morning.

You were preparing to make dinner when you heard the front door open and Lottie trudged into the kitchen, wordlessly giving you a quick peck on the cheek before heading straight to where you kept your alcohol.

You gave her a questioning look, slightly amused as she began to pour herself a glass of wine. She almost never drank, and when she did it was either after a particularly hard day or when she got insanely bored and wanted to liven things up a bit.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, coming up behind her and wrapping your arms around her waist. You missed her touch, missed her presence even though it had been only a few hours since you’d seen her last. “Did something happen?”

“No, no… I’m just tired,” she said dryly, and took a sip of her wine. “I understand why Lisa couldn’t come in today, but fuck…”

“I could’ve helped you with some of the classes,” you said, and she shook her head, holding your hands which were still wrapped around her torso.

“You had your own shit to worry about.”

“What can I do, then?” you asked after a moment, and she turned around in your arms, meeting your eyes with a questioning gaze. “I’ll do anything you want, I want to help you relax.”

“Anything I want?” She asked lowly, hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, and in the darkness of her gaze, the lust, you could see exactly what she needed. “Do you have any ideas, sweetheart?”

You shrugged, smiling softly, meeting her gaze in challenge. “It’s not up to me, it’s up to you.”

She raised her eyebrows, cocking her head a bit before leaning in closer to you. Her breath on your neck sent goosebumps rippling down your body as she spoke, whispering softly in your ear. “I want you on your knees for me, love. And after I use you, I want to fuck you until you cry.”

You grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands further under your shirt to your chest, immensely glad you’d forgone a bra. She groped at your breasts, rolling your nipples under her thumbs, moaning into your mouth when you kissed her. She was intoxicating, her touch set you on fire.

You stepped forward, pinning her against the kitchen counter. You kissed and sucked at her neck, proud of the marks already forming. Every time you’d leave a particularly harsh mark she would moan softly, and it set your skin on fire, made your head swim with desire.

You wanted to ruin her in every single way she wanted you to. You were hers in every way, hers to use, hers to command at every whim.

One of her hands came back from under your shirt to grip your neck and you paused, pulling away to meet her eyes.

Her voice was raspy as she spoke. It sent shivers down your spine, made you ache for her, every thought flooding out of your mind and into her hands.

“Get on your knees for me.”

Slowly you sunk to the floor, keeping your eyes locked with hers the entire time. You watched as she slid her caftan and her dress off her shoulders, as it pooled at her feet, a goddess blessing you not only with her presence but her vulnerability and the power that came from it.

“Take your shirt off, pretty girl, let me see you,” she said softly, and immediately you complied, tossing your shirt somewhere behind you. You would’ve done anything she wanted, she was the sun and the moon and the sky and everything that mattered.

Your hands found her legs, roaming them, running up to her thighs. She was so perfect, so beautiful, yours.

She looked down at you with pride, like she had the key to the entire world in front of her, and she would use all of her power to ruin you. “You’re so beautiful below me, princess. Is this what you wanted, to make mommy feel good?”

You nodded, desperate for her approval, for anything she would give you.

“Go ahead, my good girl.”

You looped your fingers under the waistband of her underwear, waiting until she nodded in approval before you took them off. Resting one of her legs over your shoulder you began to kiss up her thighs, sucking bruises, marking her as yours even as she held every bit of power over you.

She was your goddess, and every mark you left was an offering. At her feet you received salvation.

You felt one of her hands in your hair, tugging gently, and you let her guide you where she wanted you.

You met her eyes for a moment, still as you took in the power of her presence, before dragging your tongue through her folds. You felt her relax, heard her sigh as you sucked her clit into your mouth. It was heaven, the taste of her, the way her grip in your hair tightened every time you flicked your tongue against her.

“So good,” she breathed, and you looked up briefly to see her with her head thrown back, her middle back slightly leaning against the kitchen counter. “You’re doing so good for me, angel…”

You moaned into her, and her hips jerked, slamming against the cabinets behind her. You resisted a smirk, proud of how good you were making her feel.

Using the hand that wasn’t holding her leg in place on your shoulder, you slipped a finger past her entrance, giving her a moment to adjust before beginning to set a slow pace.

You knew she needed this — to relax, to forget, to feel like she had control. You were willing to give it all to her.

You added another finger, quickening your pace. Lottie moaned gloriously above you, letting out a sharp breath, and for a moment you forgot how to breathe. She was squirming slightly, control slipping slowly from her to you, and you were fully ready to bear anything she wanted to give you.

She was a goddess, and you were made to worship her, made to be on your knees for her.

You pinned her hips against the kitchen counter, trying to keep her still as you worked your fingers inside her, tongue still on her clit. She let out a strangled moan, pulling you closer into her.

You quickened your pace, feeling her tighten around your fingers, her hand on the back of your head keeping you close, your tongue on her clit.

“Fuck,” she hissed, grasping at your hand that was wrapped around her thigh, holding it tightly as you continued your ministrations, relentless. “I’m so close, baby, just keep going…”

You kept your pace, looking up at her, at how gorgeous she was above you. You could’ve spent eternity on your knees for her, worshiping her, devoting yourself to her.

With a strangled moan she climaxed, her back arching and the grip she had on your hand so tight you almost felt like you might cry. You kept your pace as she rode out her high, her cum spilling into your hands, onto your lips, your tongue. You were close too from the sight of her, the feel of her, the taste of her.

When she pushed you away, you pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before moving up her body, pressing kisses to her torso, her chest, her neck before settling in front of her and meeting her lips with yours. She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips, and you smiled, letting her pull you into her arms.

“My perfect girl,” Lottie whispered, still trying to catch her breath. “You did so good for me.”

“I love you,” you replied softly, breaking into a subtle state of mental sobriety for a moment, and you pulled her into another kiss.

Catching you off guard, Lottie switched your positions so that you were pinned against the kitchen counter, and after a moment she lifted you onto it. She stood between your legs, her hands running along your thighs, and you shivered.

“Let mommy take care of you now, sweetheart,” she purred, and you nodded. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Lottie, please…” you whined, hardly able to speak in the anticipation. “I need you to touch me.”

“How, babygirl? Tell mommy what you want her to do to you.”

“Your strap,” you breathed, desperate. “I want your strap, mommy, please.”

Lottie smirked slightly, pulling you off the kitchen counter. Taking your hands, she led you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom — it took you longer than it should have, the two of you stopping every few steps for one of you to pull the other into your arms, lips clashing, the two of you drowning in one another.

“Turn around,” she rasped once you’d gotten to the bed, standing in front of it.

Unquestioningly you turned around, turning your head to watch in your peripherals as she began to dig through the bedside table, retrieving a black silk blindfold.

“Close your eyes,” she commanded, though her voice was soft, sensual in the way it always was, and her touch was soft as she placed the silk over your eyes and tied it in the back.

Lottie shoved you down onto the bed, and turning on your back you laid in the middle of the bed.

You waited restlessly in the state of mental darkness as you heard her digging around, getting the strap, and your need for her touch grew existentially with every passing moment. The anticipation was torture, and you reached one of your hands out for her but she wasn’t there, she didn’t take it.

You felt the bed dip and after a moment her hand was on your jaw, guiding you to kiss her, as she pulled off your pants and underwear and tossed them to the floor somewhere. You reached out for her, pulling her between your legs, the two of you never parting.

You wanted to see her, see how proud of herself she undoubtedly looked from taking control of you so completely, but the way the blindfold took away every bit of control you had was too intoxicating to give up.

Lottie began to suck at your neck, making her way down to your chest slowly. She gave extra attention to your collarbones, tracing them with her hands before biting bruises, marking them as her favorite in shades of purple and red.

Blindly you reached for her, your hands finding the back of her shoulders and settling there as she moved down to suck at your tits. You could feel the muscles of her back shifting under your fingers as she moved, and you whimpered, squirming when she rolled one of your nipples under her tongue.

“Such a pretty little whore for me like this,” she said, moving back up to kiss you. “So clueless, so desperate for mommy to fuck you…”

You moaned, nodding, pulling her impossibly closer to you.

You could hear her give a short, breathy laugh at your desperation, tracing her hand down your torso and between your legs. Your hips jerked when her fingers began to circle your clit, your nails raking down her back. At her touch you fell to pieces, it was so good, so perfect but nothing was enough, nothing would ever be enough in the insanity she evoked in you.

“So wet for me darling, so perfect,” Lottie breathed above you, and her strap lined up with your entrance. Her hands came to rest next to either side of your head as she eased it into you.

You sucked in a sharp breath as she eased deeper into you, the aching for her between your legs subsiding at the pleasure but also growing tremendously as she was inside you, and you could hear her breathing heavily above you, enjoying it just as much as you were. It was heaven, the way she thrusted into you, your back arching off the bed, Lottie whispering praises in your ear that you could hardly decipher in the waves of pleasure overtaking you with every movement she made.

It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, it was all the same under her touch. Heaven had no time or place.

“You’re taking mommy’s cock so well, my gorgeous girl,” she moaned, and you whimpered, clinging desperately to her shoulders as she fucked you. “Such a dumb little slut for me, begging for mommy’s strap and then hardly able to fucking handle it. I know you’re getting so close, love.”

You were, after only a few minutes of her fucking into you. Your mind kept fleeing back to you being on your knees for her, it was the only thing you could see behind the blindfold, and every touch she blessed you with brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Mommy,” you whined, not entirely knowing what you were asking for, just knowing that if she stopped you would lose your fucking mind. She was bringing you nearer to euphoria with every passing moment, her strap buried deep inside you, her lips on your neck.

“Shh, I know, baby, mommy’s going to take care of you,” she cooed, quickening her pace, hitting deeper with every thrust.

You moaned when she hit particularly deep, teetering on the edge, so close to your release.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” she commanded, pace never letting up. “Show mommy how beautiful you look when you unravel beneath her.”

At her words you were thrown over the edge, waves of white-hot pleasure crashing over you as your orgasm worked through you. Lottie kept going, never letting up, working you through your orgasm, biting slightly at your pulse point and moaning into your skin. Your entire mind went blank, and you were conscious only of the euphoria overtaking you and everywhere her body met yours, consumed so entirely by her.

“Good girl,” she purred, slowing her pace, stopping when you whimpered and pushed her hips away. Gently she pulled out of you, undoing the strap and harness and tossing it to the side. She pulled the blindfold from your eyes, and you could’ve melted from the look she gave you, so full of love and pride. “You did so good for me, angel.”

She laid back, pulling you with her so that your head was resting on her chest. You listened contentedly to her heartbeat, allowing it to pull your own into steady rhythm as you came down and exhaustion overtook you.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked quietly between heavy breaths, remembering how irritable she’d been when she had first come home. “I know your day was so shitty.”

She nodded, running her hand slowly up and down your back. “You always make me feel better, sweetheart.”

“Did I do okay?”

She chuckled softly, and you could tell from her tone that she was smiling. “You did absolutely perfect, my love.”

You smiled softly, inching impossibly closer to her.

“Want me to get something to clean us up? Do you want any water or anything?” She asked gently, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“In a few minutes,” you said, wrapping your arms around her middle to keep her close. “I just want to lay here with you for a little while.”

“Okay, sweet girl. Get some rest, and I’ll be right here.”

And in the calm of her presence you rested, to the everlasting love you surrendered, allowing yourself to fall leisurely into sleep.

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S1E9 TimeTravel AU - Jayce enlists Jinx to blow up the HexGates. Cait and Vi bond over their siblings going crazy. Silco is tired.

Ekko arrives a bit earlier just as Jayce is shooting Viktor in the chest. Jayce gets sent back in time somehow from the combined power of the Z-Drive and the Commune's collective death.

Jayce's consciousness rockets back in time and splices with his younger self just as he's finished 'negotiating' with Silco. Still reeling from his Arcane induced-trauma and killing his partner as well as who knows how many people by proxy, he arrives half feral and about 99.7% convinced he's either hallucinating or in Runeterra's version of Hell.

Jayce, canonically suicidal, Talis comes to the conclusion that he needs to blow up the Hex Gates and that the resulting explosions will either jar him out of his hallucination or finally put him out his misery and let him join Viktor.

Unfortunately, after months spent in isolation in an apocalyptic future, Jayce has gained an unfortunate habit of talking to himself as he figures out problems.

And Silco has been standing there the whole time.

Silco reiterates that he's not going to give up Jinx and Jayce just goes 'I don't give a fuck about her anymore' and attempts to leave.

Silco is absolutely befuddled by Jayce's complete personality change, but refuses to show it. After raising Jinx, he's learned a few methods for bringing people back from the edge. And considering his investment in getting access to the Hex Gates, he is very unwilling to let Jayce just walk away.

Especially when Jayce mentions he's supposed to be dead.

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Silco convinces Jayce he'll need an explosions expert and that he'd never be able to blow up all the Hex Gates by himself. Jayce holds resentment for Jinx blowing up his partner and pseudo-sister's mom but had calmed down enough to realize that if he was in the past, it would be better to be close to Jinx and prevent history from repeating itself.

Cue Silco and Sevika having to wrangle Arcane-ified Jayce and Shimmered Jinx and prevent them both from causing Hexplosions.

Jayce, dis-illusioned with the Council, decides it would be faster to just pull a Viktor and 'not ask for permission' before destroying Hextech. He tells Silco that if he's willing to help destroy the Hex Gates, he'll give him his nation of Zaun -- and pardon Jinx.

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Elsewhere, in Piltover, Viktor has collapsed in the lab and entered a coma. There's a strange pattern on his chest and back. Almost as if he'd been shot with a very powerful energy blast from a very large hammer. But no injury, it was as if it had already been healed.

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When Jinx kidnaps Cait and Vi, Jayce is the one to ask her to spare Cait and let her leave. But also, the one to stop Cait from shooting Jinx.

"Stand down, Sprout."

"What are you doing! She's killed people Jayce."

"So have I. And I need her." Jayce is still suffering hallucinations and time-travel-induced jetlag, so in the tense moment he forget when he is and admits to killing Salo and blowing a hole through Viktor's chest.

Caitlyn is more shocked by the latter, "You-you killed Viktor?" She liked Viktor as a friend, they got along despite their differences. "Why? Why would you do that!"

Jayce, dissociating and in complete sincerity, "Because I needed to save him."

Following that insane response, Jayce slowly walks toward Cait with a pleading look in his eye, "Jinx is going to help me destroy HexTech and then we can save everyone. And then I can focus on curing Viktor!"

Cait looks into Jayce's -her brother's- eyes and understands Vi a little bit more, her desperation to see the good in Jinx.

Caitlyn can see her brother in this stranger's eyes, but he feels miles away. She has no idea how she's going to reach him.

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Sorry luxe I fell asleep! But the dirty thought I had about Stepdad Toji and uncle Shiu was: let's say Toji is a sex addict and also turned reader in one too. This causes Toji a lot of trouble because he always ends up late for his meetings with shiu and whomever commissions Toji! It gets too the point where Shiu finds himself curious as to what makes Toji so late for these very important meetings, so shiu ends up asking- Now Toji doesn't just share reader with anyone, but since he's known him for so long he practically doesn't mind so he calls reader and tell her to be ready, butt ass naked and wet when he gets home because he has a surprise guest coming over. Little do we know it's over uncle shiu who's helped raise us since mother dearest is no longer with us. Shiu comes over and sees exactly what he sees and calls Toji a sick fuck... But he's also a sick fuck too since the tent in his pants is very noticeable- something Toji and reader both point out all for this to end up being a competition that also turned into a bet that whomever cums first gets to keep reader for at least a week -🐰

"let's say Toji is a sex addict" SOLD

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no but omg???? this whole thing??? i am barking i am feral i am going insane i am going stupid i need them both?? omg shiu pretending to be grossed out but hard as hell is SOOOO yummy please :((( who do u think would win 👀

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I'm playing Dragon Age: Inquisition for the first time with basically no knowledge of the Dragon Age franchise other than what I've gleaned in passing on this hellsite, and I gotta say... playing Solavellan and knowing some of what's coming, especially as a mage, is WILD. Lavellan is an elf. She's been raised her whole life not to trust humans, only to suddenly be proclaimed a messiah in their religion- a religion she doesn't even follow! And as a mage she's considered an apostate by default and seen as dangerous-and she sees what happens to mages who are considered too dangerous, and to my Inquisitor, being made Tranquil seems like a fate worse than death.

And there's elves and mages around, but there's only one elven mage going out of his way to talk to and help Lavellan, and with all the insanity happening, it's hard to trust anyone-they barely trust her, after all. But here's Solas, curious instead of hostile, even-keeled when everyone else seems ready to blow. After Haven falls and he tells her about the orb being elven, that feeling of distrust toward the humans only grows- and he just feeds into it.

Lavellan has just lost the closest thing she has to a home, and needs something, someone, that feels safe, that she can trust-and here's Solas, telling her "you change everything"-not with fear or expectation, but curiosity, and something like desire...

you can see exactly where this is going.

It's codependent trauma-bonding at its finest, but damn it hurts so good.

And then he vanishes and she's devastated, and she eventually finds out she was in love with the elven equivalent of Lucifer? And probably still is??

Like...what the fuck is Lavellan supposed to do with any of that? I'll get to Veilguard eventually, but how the fuck doesn't she just go feral and run screaming off into the woods after all that??