#just some spicy suggestive stuff

[frostedclock]

Hnnnnngh okay. So I made more NSFW for RadioHusk.

But made it Yuri.

Full over on my 🦋

[fatelcved]

going insane bc i'm thinking of chiyo stubbornly denying that she wants her partner's affections despite clearly making eyes at them a second ago; chiyo failing at holding back a smile bc she knows exactly how she's affecting her partner and can't play dumb to save her life; chiyo boldly making a suggestive comment and staring straight at her partner, practically daring them to do something about it; chiyo being the biggest frikkin brat and pushing her partner's buttons bc she really does wanna see what'll happen; i'm thinking of chiyo simply being so silly and chaotic and i'm saying both sorry and you're welcome to all of my ship partners ASDFG

[redhood414]

Headcannons: reader being excited about books

Warnings: mostly fluff, a bit of spicy books mentioned and his reaction. A spicy text. No further. Suggestive afterwards, but no other stuff.

Dick Grayson

•Just calmly shopping with you, your arms hooked when you saw a book you really wanted. He's never seen you so excited when you started pointing and giggling about it. Rambling on. That's how he found out you LOVED books, and how could he refuse? Anything for his girl.

•After that you read everyday when you could or random in the night. When you randomly jumped up with a "YES" at 3am he woke up groggy. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He frowned but eased up when he saw the book. You explained the enemies just kissed and confessed. Weird but he took it, he made you agreed tho to sleep at night.

•When he found out about your booklist and the Goodreads app, he downloaded it secretly on his phone with your account and looked at your wishlist. Anything added he bought. The next day after you added another book and he had to leave for work, you'd always find your book you wanted with a little note. "Here's your book, baby. Enjoy and tell me everything about it afterwords❣︎ PS: chocolate waffles are in the fridge"

•Spicy books: by accident looked in one of your spicy books, will be shocked cause what happened to his innocent lover?! When he found out about your 'bookboyfriends' he got slightly jealous. Tall and tattooed men with wings and fearies? Yeah he's better then that! So when you're at work he'll literally send a pic of him out the shower with abs exposed. "Let's recreate those scenes after you get back, Little Wing xoxo"

(He kept his word)

•EXTRA: the trend booktok lean thing

When you ask him to do that, he raises his eyebrow. He was just relaxing on the couch when you came up to to him. "Dickiee...can you do this?" You explain it quickly and he gets it. He's seen the trend. Soon your against the doorframe and he's leaning over you, a plus point to the fact he's wearing a loose sweater and the smirk he's wearing. "Like this?" His arms traps your head and you get so flustered you sack in. Adorable. He soon carries you to bed to cuddle you. All his.

Jason Todd

•He found out you loved books when he saw you randomly reading Pride and Prejudice, his favorite book. God, could you be more perfect? Eventually he asked to go join a book club, he's getting more into socialising and the book club is nice, a few older men and women are there and a few twenties.

•This man will use poetry to flirt with you. He hates the usual stuff today. Yeah he'll say you're sexy and stuff but not often. He'll usually say randomly at any time a quote from a book, poetry or a romantic novel. Even a text at a random hour when hes on patrol. "Hey princess, I know I haven't seen you today since we're both so busy, but Im jealous of all the people who could see you shine today" it cheesy and only you can see that side. If his brothers saw he'd be mortified.

•Hell also read the books you read, any genre, even if he dislikes it. He wants to know what you like and dislike so he can buy sometimes a book for you or bookmarks, markers, merch. Etc. Anything to see you smile and giggle when you see what he got. 'Jay you didn't have too!" You say when you see the little necklace from a book you read. He smiles. "I know, but I wanted too."

•Spicy: expected it. Under all that innocent lovely deamonar of yours knew he was a slightly dirtier side. Maybe you were ashamed to show it to him, but he'll read it calmly. Most things he frowns at because, what the actual f*CK that some men in those books treat their women. When you ask him to recreate it, he'll refuse, but will recreate some scenes he agrees too, on terms your both comfortable with.

•Booktok trend.

Was in the middle of working out shirtless when you came in with a book and poked his cheek. "Jayyy...can you do this?" He looked up first in confusion, but soon he understood what you wanted. He knows you love his muscles and how tall he is (makes him feel less insecure about his scars because you actually found it pretty.) He quickly towers over you, muscles flexing in his arms as he gazes down at you. "This what you wanted, princess?" He lifts your chin while leaning with one hand next to your head. You gave a small nod as you feel your heart racing. "Good, I'll do it more often." When you try to look away his eyes narrow and presses a kiss against your lips and throws you soon GENTLY over his shoulder. (There followed more after)

Tim Drake

•Loves that you're as much as a nerd as he is, just in another aspect. He reads a lot, just not really the romantic novels like you do. He doesn't get the essantiel of it, but he'll read it. He raises an eyebrow at what you think is romantic. Like getting roses or necklaces or other stuff. Will do research what the most popular authors there were from your fav genre and will buy them all even before they stand on your booklist.

•The thing you two did is teach each other about the stuff you loved, while he loved programming and learned it to you and any more stuff (which you barely understood) he appreciated you trying and showing interest. You always talked about the excitement in thrilling books or romantic scenes. He loved to recreate those romantic ones, your favourite flower with a random note. Or a small gift in the week. When you ask what's that for? Hell just answer: "just wanted to show you I appreciate you and that I love my girl" yes. Your heard that right. *His* girl. Unexpect, but pleasant.

•booktok doorframe lean

Doesn't understand the thrilling thing about it. Isn't it intimidating? But eventually he notices you're...into that? Strangely enough. Eventually he gives in (cause he can't say no to you, have you looked at your face? You look like an angel). With that shirt and that tie, so professional, he carefully leans in, his fingers in your hair and his hand holding yours. You melt.

Damian Wayne

•Doesnt understand the thing about romantic novels until he met you. He listens more but pays attention to everything. A new book to your wishlist? Will buy everything: merch, limited editions, special editions, bookmarks. Book broken? Just a tiny tear in it? New book. A book from a serie? Buys the whole serie.

•When you ask him to read a romantic novel you liked he first refused but in secret he read them all already. Alfred knew but kept quiet. Will randomly say something unexpected with made you grin like a child. "I liked chapter 34 better." He says when you say your favorite chapter. God. Your smile made his heart race.

•Will attend balls and events from books and stuff. If authors are there he'll be sure to get the book signed for you (doesn't mention he threatened them slightly, you'd never let him live it down).

•Spicy: will read it anywhere without shame. When he felt a judge look, he'd be ready to punch the man. "These are my woman's books. You got something to say about her taste?" Will recreate them afterwards with you without you even asking.

•booktok doorframe

When you asked it, he didn't even need to be explained by you what you meant. He soon carefully shoved you up to the wall and leaned against it. He was wearing a tight sleeveless shirt and you could see his muscles perfectly. You swooned for him, but he more for you. His hand on your hip and his other pinning your hand to the wall. "Like this, darling?"

[sunday-bug]

Happy Accident part 3

Pairing: Congressman Bucky x pregnant!girlfriend reader

These can be read as oneshots, but if you want to read in order, check out below ⬇️

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five | Epilogue

Word count: 1.3k

Content: smut, p in v sex, oral (f receiving)

Synopsis: Bucky and his girlfriend get an ultrasound and go home to spend some quality spicy time together.

Churning these out like butter. Hope you enjoy!

“How does our little guy look?” Bucky asks, eyeing the ultrasound technician.

“Wiggly right now,” she replies with a laugh. “But I’ll get a lot of pictures for you guys. We check over all of the baby’s anatomy at the 20 week scan.”

“I can’t believe we’re halfway there,” Bucky says, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Me too,” you say with a smile.

“Oh, look, there’s a good view of his face,” the ultrasound tech says, pointing to the grainy screen. “Let me put that in 3D so you can see better.” She pushes a few buttons on the machine and suddenly the picture changes to include more detail. Wow. Truly a mini Bucky.

“He’s so cute already,” you muse, looking up at Bucky. “He looks like his daddy.” Bucky squeezes your hand and you see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. He’s holding back tears, but you don’t say anything, letting him enjoy the moment. The ultrasound tech continues her exam, confirms that the baby is definitely a boy, and you are sent on your way back to the waiting room before meeting with your doctor. It’s mid-July, and you see the heat waves rising off of the pavement in the parking lot through the office windows. Being pregnant in this heat was no joke, but Bucky has been doing everything to make you as comfortable as possible. He truly was the perfect boyfriend and was going to be an even more amazing dad. After your doctor’s appointment, you head home. You had both taken the whole day off of work for the appointment and to go shopping for baby stuff. Who knew that baby’s came with so much gear? Cribs, bouncers, swings… your place was going to be full of this stuff for years.

Bucky opens the front door for you while gazing at you darkly. That devilish look can only mean one thing. You feel heat rise up your thighs to your core. Bucky has always loved your body from the start of your relationship, but now that you are carrying his baby, he worships every inch of you. Relentlessly. Your hormones are already running on high, but knowing how much he needs you sends you over the edge. You are both so hungry for each other all of the time. As soon as he shuts the front door behind him, his hands are on you. On your bare thighs. The man loves sundress season. His flesh hand finds the edge of your underwear, and he swipes them to the side to rub slow circles around your clit.

“Yes,” you encourage him with a sigh while unbuttoning his pants. “Let’s go to our room,” you suggest. You lead him upstairs to your bedroom.

“Lie down, baby. Let me take care of you,” Bucky whispers, lifting your dress above your head. You start to unhook your bra, and remove it slowly, letting your full breasts come free. His pupils dilate even more at the sight. You lie back on the bed in just your underwear and watch Bucky undress at the foot of the bed. He removes his boxers and you bite your lip at the sight of him hard and ready for you. He crawls up from the bottom of the bed to you, hooking his fingers through your underwear and pulling them down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder. He places the tiniest kiss on your lower tummy before moving down and kissing your inner thighs. You used to love watching Bucky eat you out, but the past couple of months have made that difficult with your growing belly. You prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him as you feel his tongue lapping into your core.

“You taste so sweet, baby girl,” he growls, looking up at you to meet your gaze and smiling lazily. You reach down to touch his face, silently inviting him up to you. He crawls up to lie down beside you, cupping one of your breasts with his vibranium hand. You feel goosebumps raise on your skin at the cool touch. You turn to kiss him and taste your arousal on his mouth. “I need to feel you, Buck,” you whisper into his mouth. You feel his cock twitch against your thigh at the comment. Certain positions are getting trickier with pregnancy, so you’ve been trying new things lately. You turn on your side so your back is against Bucky’s chest. The heat from his body against your back feels amazing. He guides himself gently inside of you and pumps in and out slowly and languidly, like you have all of the time in the world. His hand reaches down between your clenched thighs and finds your clit once again. “You feel so good, love,” he whispers into your hair. You let out another moan and put your hand over his, helping him find the perfect rhythm to circle your sweet spot. The tension starts to build between your legs, and you whine. “I can feel you squeezing me,” he says, kissing your neck.

“Don’t stop,” you encourage him. “I’m so close.” You reach behind you to grab his ass and press him deeper inside of you. He lets out a groan of pleasure and keeps up his delicious pace. His other hand makes its way to the base of your skull, fingers spreading into your hair and pulling gently so your neck is taut and bare. You feel his soft lips meet the hollow of your neck and his bites gently before exhaling. The sensation of his breath on your bare, sensitive skin is what sends you over the edge. You cry out his name as your orgasm ripples through you. Bucky doesn’t stop, letting you ride it out on him. As you come down from your high, you scoot away from him slightly so he’s not inside of you anymore.

“Mmm, come back,” he whines, reaching for you. You straddle one leg over him and he lays flat on his back. You feel his cock pressing at your entrance. “This is a great fucking view,” he says, gesturing to you straddling him. “Look at you,” he whispers, palming your breasts and trailing his hands down to your tummy. You start to ride on him, but don’t put it in yet. He grabs your hips and grounds you down into him harder, groaning. You put your hands on his chest and lift yourself slightly so he can put it in. You sit back down until you’re full of him.

“Fuck,” you whimper. It always felt so big when you were on top. You start to rock your hips back and forth. Bucky digs his fingertips into the flesh of your hips, pulling you into him even more.

“God, baby, you feel so good,” he says, “You look so pretty riding on my dick. Growing with my baby.” You love how much Bucky adores your baby bump. If he didn’t, you may feel self conscious from this angle. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You reach behind you between his legs and gently grasp his balls while you ride him. He whimpers. You know just how much he loves it. You pick up speed and luxuriate in the sound of your intermingled pleasure: his moans, your breathiness, his hand slapping your ass motivating you.

“I need to feel all of you, Buck,” you breathe out.

“That’s all of it, baby,” he says with a laugh. You giggle in response.

“I mean I want you to cum in me. Please.” Almost at your command, you feel his warmth in your core at the same time he announces it.

Bucky sits up to kiss you, pulling you into his lap while he’s still inside you, “I’m going to take full advantage of the next few months and fill you up everytime. Don’t you worry.”

“I love you,” you say, nuzzling into his neck.

“I love you, too. Both of you. More than you’ll ever know,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “You want me to draw you a bath?”

“Mmm, that sounds amazing,” you reply. Bucky stands up and scoops you up into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, blissed out and totally in love.

Check out part four here.

[that-one-girl2020]

The Pride Hunt Diaries Ep. 2

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

Synopsis: In this episode, the Saja Boys, Huntr/x, and you try snacks and drinks from around the world except the author doesn’t really know that many foods.

Disclaimer: I am not related to any brands or companies I mention in my works.

Word Count: 1.3k

Divider credit: @numbpill

Master List

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

“Ahh, there’s so many different snacks!”

“Should I be worried about all the different flame packaging…?”

“Baby’s right in his element.”

“Spice King and Spice Queen for the win!”

“I’ve seen a lot of these in movies and shows from America…”

“Oh, I’ve seen this during some of our tours!”

“I think some fans gave these to me once…”

“What’re these!?”

Beeeeeep

“Hello and welcome to…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

“Episode two!”

The nine of them were sitting around a round table, a pile of plastic packages in bright colors in the middle. Some of them were already looking at some of the snacks curiously, turning the packages around in their hands.

“So, what’re we doing today?” Kwan clapped his hands, rolling his shoulders back to rest his hands on the backs of the chairs next to him, Jinu and Zoey’s. You could see his chest and his abs flexing through his shirt. Kwan still had a preference for shirts that were… form fitting to say the least.

Today, you were emceeing for the episode. So you straightened up, resting your arms on the table in front of you, “Today, we have snacks from around the world, some that you guys have suggested we try, so today we’re gonna try them and give our honest reviews.” You looked around the table at your dorks, “Which should we start with first? Or should we all just dig in?”

“There’s so much here, I think we should just start where we want and pass them around,” Rumi suggested, looking at everyone to see what they thought.

“Seems like the easiest way,” Jinu nodded along with her, already reaching for something in the pile curiously.

“It’s also the most chaotic,” Chungae shrugged, “Which is very apt for us.”

You shrugged as well, “True enough. Alright, have at it guys.”

“Can we start with something spicy?” Jum asked you and Mira perked up as well. Both were giving you puppy eyes and you melted like a cheap candle.

“Yeah, sure…” You agreed and the pair descended on the table to shuffle through the horde of snacks and drinks from around the world to decide what to eat first, everyone reluctantly going to start with the snacks with spicy packaging.

“I’m going to preemptively, pour us some drinks,” Hyeon quietly offered, unstacking nine little plastic cups for all of them and pouring them each a drink of something from Mexico called Manzana Lift.

You ended up with a Mexican candy called Pulparindo and reluctantly bit a teeny, tiny piece off of a corner of the candy. At first it was just tangy but then the other flavors hit and it was sweet, sour, and spicy all at once. “Oh, Jum, here have these, I think you’ll like these candies,” You quickly pushed them over to the maknae. Who was already elbow deep in a purple bag of Takis’ Fuego Xtra Hot. He happily took them off your hand.

“Ahhhh…” Jinu’s mouth was open, breathing heavily as he tried to cool his mouth down from eating some wasabi snack from Japan. He drank his share of the soda all in one, grimacing, “Oh, that’s a weird taste… wasabi and sweet apple…”

Mira was happily crunching away on a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos with the elegance of an unbothered queen. “I think I tried these on tour once, I haven’t had them in a while.”

Zoey had avoided the spicy snacks and candies altogether, instead going for one of the sweeter snacks first, some fudge stripe cookies that she was happily eating. “I don’t know what they put in these but I’m already addicted to them.”

“Zoey, share them and try some of the other stuff,” Rumi chided her, her face pink from the handful of Karamucho chips she ate before moving on to something else. She drank her taste of Manzana Lift with a pleased hum as she grabbed her next choice, “That is actually really good, it's like an apple juice but fizzy.”

Hyeon had an Air Heads X-treks hanging from his mouth as he slid some candy you were looking at over to you. You smiled thankfully at him while Jinu poured you some soda you were eyeing. “Thanks guys,” You smiled at both of them.

“Oh. Oh, this is weird…” Kwan grimaced, a package of something called Sponch in his hand.

“Lemme see,” Chungae beckoned and Kwan handed over his unfinished sweet. Chungae took a bite from the side he didn’t bite, immediately making a strange face. “Oh, okay, yeah, I see what you mean. The texture is strange. But the taste is good.”

The Sponch ended up getting passed around the table, everyone making varying faces at it. Only Zoey was the one that liked them enough to finish them. Chungae brushed his hands of the sweet, “Okay, Sponch. Was not really our thing—“

“Don’t—“ You noticed too late as Jum slowly pushed the Sponch package off the table with pursed lips. “That’s so rude!” You chided him as Jinu and Kwan broke down in laughter, guffawing and looking over at where the Sponch had landed on the ground before dissolving into laughter again.

“We’re so sorry, Sponch!” Rumi said to the camera while everyone chuckled and giggled.

Jum passed you a sour snack you were looking at from across the table, adding to your line of snacks to try. You smiled at him and passed him another spicy looking treat within your reach.

You guys kept going back and forth, passing snacks around and trying different sodas and juices from around the world. The guys kept adding more and more to your pile, smacking each other’s and the girls’ hands when they wandered too close to your pile without permission.

You clapped your hands as all that remained on the table were empty and half empty packages and drink bottles. “Okay, guys. What was your favorite snack and drink of today?” You went first with your favorite snack and drink of the day.

Jinu hemmed and hawed for a moment, “I think I liked the matcha KitKats and the Arizona tea.”

It was no surprise when Jum and Mira’s favorites were on the ‘burn-your-tongue-from-your-mouth’ spectrum. Jum seemed to like a little sweet with his spice though because he chose the spicy candy you first gave him while Mira chose some chips.

Rumi chose some bizarre chip flavor from America. “This is why we don’t let you order the pizza,” Kwan smirked good naturedly at her as you all chuckled as Rumi tried to defend herself.

Somehow, Hyeon ended up liking the sours more than anything else, specifically the Air Heads X-tremes. “It’s like when I eat them, they’re trying to eat me back,” He answered when asked why he liked them. You all blinked at the answer but let the man be.

Kwan ended up liking the Honey Barbeque Twists and blue Powerade like the total dude-bro he secretly was.

And Zoey shamefully admitted that the Sponches were her favorite with some of the chocolates coming as close seconds. You all started arguing with her between chuckles and laughter. “Okay, but listen! I love coconut and I love marshmallows and it gives a nice little fruity flavor with the strawberry!” She tried to defend herself.

“You’re not allowed to order pizza either.”

“Okay, that’s it for today’s episode, I hope you all enjoyed us reviewing all these different snacks and drinks from around the world, comment down below what your favorite snacks or drinks are or what else we should try! Thank you for watching this episode of…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

“Bye guys!”

“Bye!”

“Oh, I’m so full now.”

“Lemme take pictures of the ones I wanna buy…”

“I can still taste the wasabi…”

“I know right!? It lingers!”

“Do you guys wanna go get some noodles?”

“What?”

“How can you have room to eat right now?”

“It was just snacks!”

“A lot of snacks!”

“Bobby, do you have a garbage bag for all of this?”

A/N: Yeah, I live in America so I tried to look up different snacks and drinks from around the world but a lot of them ended up being from Mexico, America and some from Japan. Also, I did take inspiration from that video of the One Piece live action cast trying different foods during the Sponch part.

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[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

P*rn ☆ 

Chapter 4, Raw, next question

Masterlist

Word count: 1.8 k

Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: Here we go babes! I hope ya'll like it. I am going to be very busy this weekend and part of next week, so I'll leave ya'll with this for the upcoming few days. Lots of love <3

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, alcohol, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Mature content under the cut.

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It's not like you to forget about watching a Red Crow video, but it totally slipped your mind after Tara started suggesting different single guys to you. Seems like she's known Sylus for a while and isn't stoked about the idea of you liking him. For some reason, that gets you going even more. 

Sure, could be that he is a disturbed individual, but you figure it has more to do with his cold demeanor. It almost sounded like she was talking you out of talking to him again after her offer to give him your number. Almost like she suddenly remembered something. Could it be that she also knows about what he does? If that's the case, she's less innocent that you thought she was. 

Either way, she kept you busy until there was a knock at the door and you realized it was already 2 am. No wonder you had been getting sleepy. 'I'll get it,' you offer, you brain fried once more but this time the sleepiness is to blame. Tara giggles in response. 

You expected Kieran to come knocking so that Tara could drive him home. Instead, Sylus leans over you once more when you open the door, one hand on the top of the doorframe the other in his pocket. He's incredibly close, closer than one normally is when knocking on someone's door. Is he doing this on purpose?  

The smell of whiskey and cigarettes hang around him like a cloud, mixing in with his cologne to create the most intoxicating smell you've ever smelled. His shirt is a little more unbuttoned than it was before and there's a slight pink tint to his cheeks. You figure he's drunk or close to drunk. 

But then he speaks, and he sounds stone cold sober: 'Hey, can you tell Tara Kieran is sleeping over. He is in no state to move.' 

'What happened to “taking it easy”,' Tara shouts from the couch. Sylus stands up a little straighter, removing his hand from the doorframe, and looking over top of me to Tara on the couch. He grins slyly. 

'Nothing we haven't done before.' She hops off the couch and rushes over, looking slightly agitated. 

'Sylus, that can refer anywhere from a gross shot to LSD,' she snaps at him. He leans down over her like he just had with me. Her eyes widen ever so slightly, and it almost looks like her hair is puffing up like an angry cat. Suddenly, you understand why she might've wanted to curb your interest in Sylus but the teasing tone that slips from his lips so easily gets you fucking going. Without really noticing it, you bite your lip for no more than a second while your thighs rub together. 

He notices though. His eyes flicker over to you for just a second and his grin widens ever so slightly. 'No drugs. I quit that stuff. He's just very drunk.' Tara groans. 'You can check if you want.' 

'I will,' she snaps as she pushes past the two of you and quickly disappears into Sylus’ apartment. 

And suddenly, you are harshly reminded what happened the last time you and Sylus were alone. Reminded of that video that you still haven't fully watched. The first few seconds are engraved in your memory. Sylus, completely dressed with his hand slowly rubbing over the tent in his pants, low groans leaving his lips. 

When you look up at him again, you swear he knows exactly what's going on in your mind. There's that sly grin on his lips again. 'Having a fun night?' 

'Oh, fuck you,' you groan, and feel yourself puff up like Tara had as you cross your arms with an annoyed expression on your face. If he knows, you might as well cuss him out for it. He deserves as much, and he seems to like it as a rich laugh slips from his lips. 

He leans even closer, still towering over you with his eyes focused on yours. You feel your cheeks and ears heat up like you've just shoved your head against a space heather. 'You know who I am,' he states. You can almost feel your attitude melt like snow thrown on a fire as you nod.  

'You know what I do,' his voice is gravely, low, seductive. He's enjoying this. You nod again. No more snow, only fire. Fire in your loins and in your fucking ovaries. You are going to burst. He moves in even closer. 

'Use your words, sweetie.' One of his two signature pet names for his audience. Your panties are soaked, your blood is boiling, and your attitude is back. Because, if he keeps this going, you two will be down and dirty right here in your doorway. Ain't no way you're letting Tara see you in that state. 

'Back the fuck up before I jump your bones.' Maybe you should've just said the first part. His confidence wafers for a second before he realizes what you mean. He’s even closer now, his lips next to your ear, voice barely above a whisper. 

'Did you like what you did to me?' 

'Kieran is passed out,' Tara loudly announces before peaking her head around the corner. Before she can, Sylus moves back and crosses his arms, looking like he's bored out of his mind while you are bright red in the face. 'Sylus, help me get him in the car. We have plans tomorrow.' 

'Yes ma’am.' 

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3 am. The world outside is quiet, just like Sylus likes it. Kieran was a real pain to get in the car but at least he gets to listen to some records on his own now. Luke had left long before but Kieran always sticks. Sylus can only hope he'll be awake enough to walk into Tara's apartment when they get there. 

Today had been interesting to say the least. He hasn't been this risky in a long time, teasing someone who clearly knows who he is. Could be a very awkward situation in the future if she ever grows over her lust for him, but for now he's fine. This could be a fun little game between the two of them. No one else needs to know, but what if he just films his content after he's seen her. Like how he did today. 

Short conversation, make a video wearing what she saw him in, turn her on so he can listen to her sweet little moans pierce through the thin walls. He does need to keep his schedule though, otherwise it'd be too suspicious. On the other hand, no one would complain about an extra video occasionally. 

The soft thud of the needle bumping off his record pulls Sylus out of his trance. The room is suddenly awfully silent. Then, he hears it. 

The softest of whimpers. 

He turns off the record player and walks into his room curiously. The sound is coming from the air extractor fan in the bathroom, just as it had this afternoon. The shower isn't running and your noises sound farther away, so it's possible that you're in your bedroom with the bathroom door open. 

"Is she doing this on purpose," Sylus questions as he stands in the middle of his bathroom, listening to the sounds you make while his dick starts to strain against his pants. "Would she hear it if I did the same thing?" 

His curiosity quickly gets the better of him. Just for good measure, he quickly sets up his phone to record on top of the toilet reservoir and presses record. Then, he moves to lean against the sink cabinet, his head thrown back as he rubs over the fabric of his pants, just as he had this afternoon. 

He hears a particularly lewd moan and prays to the gods above his phone picked the sound up. His hand moves to his zipper and he undoes himself skillfully and fast. He takes his dick out of his boxers, not bothering to take his pants off. It's hard as a fucking rock and already leaking with just those little sounds. 

"What is this woman doing to me?"  

Lazily, he starts stroking his dick. Soft groans and moans slipping from his lips, suppressed in an attempt to still hear you through the vents. Then the prettiest picture slips into his mind. 

You, laying on your back in his bed, naked. Heels planted on his mattress, legs spread, hands lazily pulling on the hair on the back of his head. That beautiful blush on your cheeks, looking desperate and longing for release while he drives his length into you. The little sounds you make, so much louder when he's this close, so much more beautiful. Your eyes focused on him and only him. 

His hand starts moving faster, chocking his dick ever so slightly while his other hand grips the sink, knuckles turning white. An animalistic sound leaves his throat, a sound he's never made before. Something like a chocked growl. 

God, that image. He'd lean in closer, wrap his arms around your body to pull you closer, his lips exploring the expanse of your neck and shoulders while your nails leave trails on his back. One of his hands would leave your body, move to your little bud of nerves to help you reach ecstasy. 

Another growl leaves his throat, louder this time. He's getting so close after so little time. Is this really all because of you? Because some pretty girl showed interest in him? He's not sure, but the picture in his mind keeps getting more and more realistic. His eyes screw closed, head leaning forward now, his breathing heavy. 

He'd sit down on his heels, pull you onto his lap and hold you close to his chest, as close as humanly possible, while picking up the pace and drilling into you. Your pretty little moans would get louder, would morph into his name so beautifully strewn out on your tongue, barely recognizable to anyone but him. And you'd bite his collarbone. The pain and pleasure of the whole thing tipping him over the edge, his hands bruising your skin, serving you the same mixture to help you fall into the abyss with him. 

Hot ropes of cum lay on the tiles in front of Sylus while he tries to catch his breath. He doesn't hear your voice anymore, so you must be done as well. 

"What the hell just happened?" 

He steadies himself and grabs his phone from the toilet reservoir, stopping the recording. Before he can throw the thing to the side again, he gets a notification on his video from this afternoon. When he opens it, the name and profile picture look awfully familiar. It's you, there's no denying it. His lips pull into a grin when he reads your comment. 

"Raw, next question." 

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[pigeons4brains]

Telamon x Reader Headcanons !!!

💫🗡️

And some general ones too hehe

Cw// some suggestive ones, mentions and descriptions of masochism (along with mentions of SH and violence) , one about his biology n stuff, but nothing too descriptive or spicy (I might make a separate one for that but no promises). Mentions of Pregnancy and childbirth. I wouldn't say it's mpreg but like..WHAT DO I CALL IT DAWG..😭

let me know if I forgot to tag anything!!! I appreciate it!! :33

reader isn't mentioned much so feel free to insert whomever I ship Telamon with here too, so I will refer to the reader as s/I (significant other) and partner, so erm yeahh

There's also some general Headcanons in here too, because why not kill two birds with two stones? (Haha get it)

Some of these were suggested by my friend, but most are mine, the ones by my friend will be a different color hehe (thanks oomf, I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS...)

Will be working on the Jane Doe x Fem!Reader Headcanons next

N e wayyyss not beta read at all so have fun hehe

• Holds his s/o like they're glass, he gets paranoid about his talons sometimes, but his s/o has told him it's alright.

• Nuzzles his face in his s/o's neck, it's not entirely a scent/claiming thing, he just enjoys touch in general, despite him denying it. He also has a staring problem (more on that later)

• Uses his wings as an extra blanket!!! You know how those fancy male birds are in the wild? Like they display their feathers and stuff? Did that with his s/o. He acts more like a pigeon if anything however, he coos like one (don't tease him about it, he WILL pout about it.)

• As much as I like to imagine how much of a pathetic wet sopping pigeon he is, he can be *very* intimidating, who's shocked? He knows how to use his power to put people in their place, however this doesn't apply to his s/o, he immediately melts. Leaning into his s/o's palms. Leaning his entire weight onto his s/o. The whole nine yards.

• This isn't really an x reader hc but just a general one? Okay? Okay ;3. I like to think he can change his sex / gender based off of whatever he feels like being that day (I usually use he/him on Telamon but I actually like to hc that Telamon can change his gender/appearance). Yes, his appearance CAN change off of this, but he mainly looks the same no matter the gender he decides to take that day.

• Yeah this one's just hear I fw it heavily LMFAOO, he's also like, usually completely smooth down there, he doesn't necessarily need to perform bodily functions, aside from some urges which I will not get into here🥶

• yes you theoretically COULD get him pregnant, would he let his partner do that? Probably, hell even if his partner is fem he'd do it jus so his lovely lovely partner wouldn't have to 'go through the pain of giving birth', in his words. Yeah that went well for him. Unless his partner directly says they WANT to be the one having said kid. If his partner is masc then ignore everything I said about fem I fear he's the one getting pregnant here lmfaooo

• . No I will not say anything else I just know my oomf is gonna ask that...I know what you are. In oomfs words 'it doesn't have to theoretically with me around' & 'im gonna get that bird pregnant'. FREAK.

• Makes a nest for his partner, depending on where his partner is, in the bedroom? Blankets pillows, plushies, ect are used, at HIS place? Sticks, silks and blankets are used. Yes he uses stick. No his partner cannot change his mind about using them.

• here comes a mildly suggestive one, he bites his partner in places where people can DEFINITELY see but gets unbelievably mad when his partner covers them up. FREAK ALERT FREAK ALERT.

• one from oomf wahoooo ; loves the adrenaline he gets during battle, and loved it whenever he got cut and Injured and bled, so often times he'll scratch himself with his talons, use Illumina to cut himself (maybe even impail himself if he wants that extra rush), so his bare body is LITERED with scars. His partner isn't even able to differentiate which are self inflicted lacerations or where actually gained in battle.

• adding onto this, his partner kisses the scars whenever they are bare in bed together, nothing spicy or anything, just some kisses and soft words, since his actions worry his partner, which Telamon thinks his partners worrying is useless, since he's completely fine, but it doesn't soothe his partner at all.

• Telamon has some sort of night vision (sort of like an owl), and has extremely WIDE pupils, tilts his head like one whenever he thinks about something or is intrigued

• his pupils also widen even more when he sees two things; his partner, and swords.

• Preen and take care of his feathers. Do it. He loves it. He sees it as a bonding activity...cuz he's a bird...stinky guy.

• Enjoys eating whatever his partner makes, again he technically doesn't need to eat, but he loves his partners cooking...or whatever concoction they make, whether it's microwaved, a disaster in the kitchen, ect. He isn't picky at all. (Though does prefer meals with meat in it, preferably chicken. Greedy fella)

• has a STUPIDLY good memory, will remember every single detail in a 3 hour conversation no matter how long it's been since then. His hearing is good yes, but his memory is scarily accurate, his senses in general are heightened.

• If his partner has memory issues, he'll gladly help them, he infact, enjoys helping his partner in his own ways (but will often mess with them when doing it. He's not convincing. At all, terrible poker face when it comes to his partner.)

[rawme-price]

do you have etiquette youd like people to follow for making requests? (like additional parts youve already written? or things people might ask for?)

Yes, though ive never posts official rules lol. I'll make this ask into that. If anyone wants clarification on something feel free to ask!

General etiquette:

If you have a fleshed-out idea that takes up more than two paragraphs/a reader that has so much detail its an OC, dont ask me to write that. People have sent me reqs that really could have been independent posts on their own.

If you have sent a req, and feel it has been lost, dont ask me about it. I read all my asks and there's plenty I ignore for various reasons.

Dont excessively refer to me as a girl. Thats weird.

Some guidelines for reqs (suggestions, really. Idc how yall do things)

If you want a continuation of a post PLEASSEE specify. There's like four different wolf!readers, and multiple that are very similar. I wont answer the ask if I dont know, or ill just pick whichever I wanted at the moment.

The tumblr police will not kill you for swearing or using real words. Stop calling sex "spicy time" or "the devils tango" or some other shit. Same with suicide and self harm. You sound silly.

PLEASE dont assume the gender or sexuality of readers in my posts unless it is explicitly stated. Many people assume my readers a females when the large majority are NOT specified.

Uhhh i cant think of anything else. Just be kind ig and use your common sense.

Please note that the trope and kink category dont always overlap. (Ex. I might write SA, but it wont be in the kinky way, but rather the angst way. For that reason, its not a no under tropes, but it is a no under kinks)

Now, onto what I will/wont write. I'll go over tropes, characters, and kinks here.

Characters:

Yes

Gaz, soap, price, ghost, nikolai <yes always. Platonic, romantic and sexual

Alejandro, Rudy, <under contemplation. Maybe in the future. Platonic, romantic and sexual

Laswell <maayyybe. Platonic only.

Nope.

Graves. < No fucking way in hell, unless its negative

Konig < can be convinced if the prompt is perfect

Anyone else.

Tropes

Nope

Pregnancy/mpreg, rape, weed/drugs/vaping, bimbo readers, innocent/weak/dependent readers, child/teen readers (lowest ill go is 19), age regression,

hybrid dynamics with biologically inferior hybrids (aka, hybrids that "need" a handler), hybrids that are socially considered slaves (unless its a fic abt how horrible that is), or hybrids that are completely sapient but somehow owned/controlled as a large group (an individual hybrid thats just a kinky freak is fine, but when it starts to drift towards systemic stuff im backing out.)

Omegaverse in which omegas are considered second class citizens/weaker, and alphas the superior/stronger presentation.

Yes

Literally anything else. I'll update the list as i go.

Kinks

Hard no

Noncon*, scat, vomit, pregnancy/mpreg, raceplay, incest, detrans, anal, lactation, vore, feet, I'll add more if needed

I DO write noncon, but I have to be in a certain mindset for that type of stuff, so I prefer people not to req it <3

Maybe leaning no

intox/truth serum, misogyny kink, RTI (depending on circumstance), ddlg/b, feederism, feeders, corruption kink (receiving)

Hell fucking yes!

Hybrids, daddy kink, fauxcest, gore, torture, blood/knife play, somno, asphyxiation, daycryphilia, cnc, necro, surgery/medical kink, piss, humiliation, voyeurism, public/semi-public sex, bondage, restraints, pain/impact/wax play, lifestyle dom/sub, breeding stock, glory hole, loaned out,

DP in one hole, gunplay, PUPPLAY <3, teratophillia, ovipos, corruption kink (giving), sensory deprivation, omegaverse, brat taming, waterboarding, voluntary intox, sex pollen, freeuse, interrogation, age gap, forcefem, forcemasc, slurs, degradation, wound-fucking, blasphemy, icky!fauxcest*, cumtagging, cum eating, power imbalance, gun play, object insertion, dehumanization, sensory deprivation, primal play

*the daddy kink/fauxcest I write shoots for the vibe of teen ngl. If u want ageplay where there's pacifiers/bottles/"princess parts" im not the one to write that :[

There's probably more, but this is off the top of my head. If you dont see ur kink on the list, ask for it anyways! The worst that can happen is I dont respond :]

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

Random headcanons: You set their wallpaper of a spicy picture of you

Featuring: Task force 141

Warnings: suggestive, NSFW

Captain John Price:

He rarely unlocks his phone during the day, so you assume it is safe to set his wallpaper to you wearing nothing but his hat, sitting on the bed, legs spread, hands tied in the front with a silky ribbon and one of his cigars between your lips.

You did not account for the fact that sometimes Price shows memes to his team or fact checks stuff in front of others, so you can imagine the shock on his face when he unlocked his phone to show Soap something.

Soap: Sir? Is this-

Price: Yes, it is

The conversation ended there, with the Scotsman leaving the room in a subtle, yet fast manner, trying to hide the forming buldge from his captain, who, on his side noticed everything, but decided not to comment on it, in order not to make the situation more uncomfortable than it already was.

Yes, Soap avoided Price for the entire day and they have never spoke about the incident again. Even though the captain notices his Sergent hungrily eyeing you from time to time, which makes his mind wonder of certain possibilities. (If you are into it)

As for you, you did get your punishment, after you spent 20 minutes laughing at your husband story.

Y/N: Poor Soap

Price: What about me? I had to avoid unlocking my phone all day.

Y/N: You never unlock your phone.

Price: There was not a reason for it, luv.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

This man is phone rotting, whenever he is away from others and has some free time. Whether it is Reddit, Tiktok, or texting you - obsessively, he is on his phone - period.

For his picture you wear a sexy black lingerie, barely covering you and his balaclava. You are sitting on the sofa, with your elbows on your knees, leaning into the front camera, his dog tags hanging from your neck.

Simon goes feral.

He is immediately finding a quiet place from where he can call you and jerk off, while staring at your picture.

He will beg you to praise him, order him around and guide him in what to do and you can say anything - and I mean, anything.

This man is a slut for you. He is a huge switch. When he turns submissive he is completely at your mercy. Just, please, tell this man what to do and how you want him to do it.

Bonus points if you video chat and touch yourself, while edging him. He will try to hold himself back, but if you push him enough, he will cum within minutes.

This is how much power you have over him. Use it wisely.

And yes, Simon will absolutely fuck you stupid the moment he gets home. And will insist on taking pictures together, so he can keep something while on deployment.

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

He will open his phone in front of Ghost and get lost, staring at the photo of you, hand mindlessly grabbing Simon's tight.

For his picture, you are laying face on the bed, back arched, wearing nothing but tight blue panties with the scottish flag on them. Side boob is slightly showing.

Soap doesn't even register Simon or where his hand is, who is shifting from side to side, but not peeling his eyes off of you, nor removing Soap's hand from his tight.

When the Scottsman finally snap from his trance, he is texting you every spicy thing he can think of and sending you pictures of his, and Simon's buldges with the caprion:

"Look what you did, darling. LT wants to stop for some dinner tonight, now too. Make sure to recreate the picture once we get home. We are gonna put some English in you too."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Another chronic phone user. Gaz is on his phone 23/19. He is obsessed with animal videos and staring at ya'll pictures. Editing and candid photo stuff is his drug.

You warn him in advance that you will send him something, as he has the habit of showing off his editing skills*ahem* your cutesy couple photos *ahem* to either Price, or Laswell.

The last thing you want is to flash his superiors.

So, you tell him to unlock his phone at a specific time and make sure he is alone.

The picture for him is you wearing his sunglasses, naked, on the balcony. You are sat on a chair, legs crossed. The picture is taken at sunrise, right when the sun is softly highlighting your chest.

Somehow Gaz didn't time this right, he expected a attachment, not a wallpaper - in his defense, and he opened his phone in the middle of a briefing.

The sergeant dropped his phone on the ground while trying to catch it, creating the (trying to hold a hot stone effect). Price shot him a questioning look, but kept talking, pretending not to notice how Gaz picked his phone face down and put it in his pocket.

For the entire briefing Gaz couldn't focus on anything but your picture. He tried so hard, not to get a boner, but knowing you took the said photograph while he was sleeping, maybe 15 minutes before he got up for work - got him wild.

He went radio silent the entire day and when he got home, he didn't bother talking, or greeting you - Gaz just lifted you up from the couch and smashed his lips into yours.

[mocharyc]

𝙰𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚜 Pt.3! (SMUT)

♡ Spicy time with Mohawk Mark ~ ♡

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⚠YOU CAN READ THIS BY ITSELF OR FOLLOW THE SERIES⚠

((SEMI SLOW LEAD UP TO SMUT))

☆ WC: 10k+ [Pt.3] ☆ TW: SMUT (Sexual intercourse with Mohawk) ☆ Authors note: Hey, so I wrote this very chap VERY descriptive, read it when you have time and wanna get into a hot moment, lol. A lot of details were added, so you can really ENVISION this first-hand.

Anyways, Mohawk has a snarky, sarcastic personality on the outside, but I believe he gets really soft and needy during sexual stuff with his lover... hehe **cooking time turns spicy** ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

The walk back to the fortress was filled with comfortable chatter, the group's dynamics having shifted into something remarkably harmonious after their day at the lake. As they approached the towering structure—no longer just a shelter but beginning to feel like home—Y/N found herself falling into step beside Mohawk, who'd been uncharacteristically quiet since they'd left the shore.

"Getting ready to admit defeat?" she teased, nudging his arm with her elbow.

Mohawk's eyes lit up at her attention, a slow grin spreading across his face as his gaze swept over her, "Defeat? Princess, I won that bet fair and square. You're the one who needs to prepare for culinary servitude."

"Culinary servitude?" Y/N laughed, the sound echoing through the alien twilight. "I don't remember agreeing to those terms."

"You didn't specify otherwise," he countered, voice dropping so low, it seemed to vibrate through her chest. His fingers brushed against her waist casually as they walked, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "And I distinctly remember someone promising dinner of my choice."

Ahead of them, Omni Mark glanced back, one eyebrow raised in silent question. Y/N gave him a reassuring smile, and something in his gaze softened before he turned his attention back to the path.

"Fine," Y/N conceded with mock exasperation. "But I'll need a sous chef. Those spicy things have tentacles, and I'm not handling those alone."

Mohawk's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Afraid of a little tentacle, princess? Didn't seem to bother you when Sinister spotted that lake creature."

"That was different," she protested. "It wasn't going to be my dinner."

"Fair point." Mohawk's hand brushed against hers, the touch seemingly accidental but lingering just long enough to send warmth spiraling up her arm, "I suppose I could be convinced to help. For a price."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "And what price would that be?"

His gaze dropped briefly to her lips before meeting her eyes again, hunger darkening his brown eyes, "I'll let you know when I decide."

The words hung between them, charged with promise as they continued toward the fortress that loomed against the backdrop of the now-rising moons.

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The fortress kitchen had quickly become one of Y/N's favorite places. Unlike the coldly efficient space they'd first discovered, it had transformed under their collective care—herbs from the nearby fields hung drying from rafters, colorful alien fruits filled stone bowls, and the massive hearth radiated welcoming warmth.

"You actually showed up," Mohawk remarked as Y/N entered, his lean frame silhouetted against the cooking fire. He'd changed from his swim attire into loose-fitting black pants that rode low on his hips and nothing else, leaving his broad chest bare. Droplets of water traced tantalizing paths down the defined muscles of his torso, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, while some water droplets still clung to the ends of his mohawk, suggesting a recent shower.

"I always keep my promises," Y/N replied, leaning against the doorframe. "Unlike someone who promised to help supervise."

"Oh, I'm supervising." The corner of his mouth quirked up as his eyes traveled slowly down her form. 

She'd also showered and changed, opting for a simple tunic-like garment in a soft fabric from her wardrobe. The lavender fabric clung to her curves in all the right places, the material thin enough that her body heat showed through, creating a silhouette that had Mohawk's full attention. 

"Supervising requires more than just standing there looking pretty," Y/N challenged, pushing away from the doorframe and approaching the large stone table where he'd already laid out several ingredients.

"Pretty?" Mohawk snorted, though a pink flush colored his cheeks. "Princess, I'm many things, but pretty isn't one of them."

"I disagree," Y/N replied with deliberate casualness as she examined the spread before her. The spicy tentacled fruits—which No-Mask had tentatively classified as some kind of land-dwelling mollusk/plant hybrid—were indeed present, alongside various herbs and what appeared to be the alien equivalent of root vegetables.

She could feel Mohawk's surprise at her compliment, his momentary silence heavier than any verbal response would have been. When he finally moved, coming to stand beside her at the table, the heat from his body was a boiling presence against her side.

"If you're angling to get out of cooking, flattery won't work," he said with a soft smirk, though his voice had lost some of its edge.

Y/N glanced up at him through her lashes. "Who says I'm angling for anything? Maybe I just like watching you blush."

The red on his cheeks deepened, spreading down his neck to the top of his chest. "I-I don't blush," he growled grumpily, though the evidence clearly contradicted his claim. "I'm physically incapable of it."

"Mmm, my mistake then," Y/N hummed, with a soft roll of her eyes, deliberately brushing against him as she reached for a knife. "Must be the lighting."

Mohawk caught her wrist before her fingers could close around the blade, his grip firm but gentle. "Careful with that," he murmured, his voice dropping to that rumbling register that seemed to reverberate through her bones. "These things are sharper than they look."

The double meaning wasn't lost on her—nor was the way his thumb brushed slowly across her pulse point, tracking its acceleration.

"I can handle sharp things," she countered, making no move to pull away from his touch.

"Can you?" His brown eyes held hers, challenge sparking between them. "Show me."

Y/N held his gaze as she slowly twisted her wrist in his grasp, not breaking free but repositioning until her palm pressed against his. "I'm not afraid of getting cut," she said softly.

Something dark and hungry flashed in Mohawk's brown eyes before he stepped back, releasing her with what seemed like reluctance. "Good to know," he replied, voice rougher than before. "Now about dinner—"

The kitchen door swung open, and Lensless bounded in, vibrating with his usual excess energy. "Hey! What are you guys making? Can I help? I'm really fast at chopping things! One time I diced an entire onion in 0.3 seconds but then I sneezed and it went everywhere and—"

"We're good," Mohawk interrupted, shooting Lensless a deadly glare.

Lensless's eyes darted between them, realization dawning on his face as he tugged on his shorts nervously. "Ohhhh, right, the bet! You two are doing dinner together! That's so cute! Like a date! Is it a date? Should I tell the others not to—"

"Lensless," Y/N interjected gently. "Would you mind letting the others know dinner might be a bit later than usual? We're experimenting with some new ingredients."

"Sure! No problem! Totally get it!" Lensless nodded so rapidly his features blurred. "Private cooking time! I'll make sure nobody bothers you! Except maybe Sinister because he never listens to me but I'll try my best!" With that, he ran out of the kitchen, leaving behind only a faint breeze and the lingering scent of fresh mint from his recent shower.

When the door swung shut behind him, Mohawk let out a breath that was half laugh, half groan, rolling his eyes dramatically. "That kid has the worst timing in any universe."

"Or the best," Y/N countered with a small smile. "Depends on your perspective."

Mohawk's gaze sharpened with interest, the firelight from the hearth casting golden shadows across his chiseled features. His eyes gleamed with unmistakable hunger as they traced the curve of her smile. "And what's your perspective, princess?"

Y/N picked up the knife he'd warned her about earlier, testing its weight in her hand, spinning it with surprising dexterity between her fingers, the metal catching the warm light as it twirled. "That depends on whether you're actually going to help me with dinner or just stand there looking intimidating."

"I can multitask," he replied, his voice dropping to that rumbling baritone that seemed to vibrate through the room as he moved closer until he stood directly behind her, his powerful body radiating heat like a furnace at her back. 

The solid wall of his chest pressed against her shoulder blades, his hips aligned with her backside perfectly, making it impossible to ignore the growing firmness there. "Show me what you want me to do."

Y/N swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of every point where their bodies connected, of how small the kitchen felt with his massive presence filling the space behind her. "You could start by chopping these," she suggested, gesturing to the tentacled fruits with a steadiness she didn't entirely feel.

Instead of moving away to comply, Mohawk reached around her, his chest pressing further against her back as his muscled arm brushed against hers, the unexpected contact sending goosebumps racing across her skin. He picked up a second knife. "Like this?" he asked, his lips mere inches from her ear, his hot breath fanning across her sensitive skin as he sliced through one of the purple fruits. The movement brought his stubbled jaw alongside hers, the rough texture grazing her temple in a touch that felt deliberately provocative.

"That works," she managed, suppressing a visible shiver as warmth bloomed in her cheeks and spread down her neck. She tried to focus on her own preparation despite the distracting heat of him surrounding her, but her body betrayed her with a slight tremor in her hands.

They worked like that for several minutes—Mohawk maintaining their close proximity even when the small kitchen offered plenty of space, finding excuses to reach around her for ingredients or utensils, each touch growing more deliberate with every pass. His large hands would graze her waist, fingers splaying to brush against her hips, occasionally dipping dangerously low before retreating, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, Y/N leaned back into his solid frame. The movement pressed her curves firmly against the hard planes of his body, her backside connecting with the unmistakable evidence of his growing arousal. The contact drew a sharp intake of breath from him, his fingers momentarily tightening on the knife before he set it carefully aside.

"How's the supervision going?" she asked, her voice huskier than intended as she tilted her head to meet his gaze.

"Thoroughly," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear in a touch so feather-light it might have been accidental if not for the way his hands now settled possessively on her hips. "You're doing well. Better than I expected, considering."

Y/N turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze from mere inches away. "Considering what?"

"Considering how badly your hands are shaking," he observed, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth as his thumbs traced small circles on her hip bones. "Am I distracting you, princess?"

"You wish," she scoffed, though the breathless quality of her voice and the flush spreading across her cheeks told a different story.

His chuckle was a deep rumble she felt reverberating through her entire body, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched her reaction. "I do wish," he admitted, the unexpected honesty in his voice catching her off guard. "I wish a lot of things when it comes to you."

Y/N turned fully in his arms then, the cooking momentarily forgotten. "Like what?"

Mohawk's expression shifted, the perpetual smirk giving way to something more complex—hunger still, but tempered with an emotion that looked almost vulnerable on his usually hardened features. 

His hands settled on her waist, large enough to nearly span it completely as his thumb traced featherlight patterns against her abdomen through her shirt, the simple touch sending shivers racing up her spine.

"Like having you all to myself for more than five fucking minutes," he replied, his fingers skimmed along her sides. "Like finding out if you taste as sweet as you smell." His hands moved to her hips, gripping the needable flesh. "Like hearing the sounds you'd make if I touched you right."

Heat bloomed across Y/N's cheeks, spreading down her neck and across her chest until her skin felt too tight, too sensitive. Her pulse quickened under his intense gaze, her lips parting slightly as she drew in an unsteady breath.

"Pretty sure our dinner's burning," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the hearth fire, her eyes never leaving his.

"Let it," Mohawk growled, though he made no move to close the remaining distance between them. 

For all his brash words and bold touches, there was a hesitation in his eyes—a silent question, seeking permission despite the confident set of his shoulders.

It was that realization that made her decision. She reached up, threading her fingers through the shorter hair at the sides of his mohawk, feeling the surprising softness against her palms as she pulled his head down to hers, bringing his lips to hers with an urgency that surprised them both.

The kiss was nothing like their previous encounters—not the desperate clash during the war nor the playful peck at the kitchen and lake. This was something entirely new—slow, deliberate heat that built with every passing second. 

Mohawk's initial surprise quickly melted into something primal as his arms tightened around her, pulling her flush against him until not even air could pass between their bodies.

His lips overwhelmed hers, surprisingly soft and pliant despite his rough exterior, moving with a practiced confidence that made her knees weak. The contrast between his gentle mouth and the harsh stubble scraping her skin created a delicious friction that made her groan.

When his tongue swept against the seam of her lips, Y/N gasped softly, the small sound swallowed by his mouth as she opened to him without hesitation, surrendering to the intoxicating slide of his tongue against hers. The taste of him—spicy and masculine with hints of something unexpectedly sweet—flooded her senses as she clutched at his shoulders for support. His hands slid down to cup her backside, lifting her slightly to better align their bodies, the hard ridge of his manhood pressing insistently against her stomach, hot even through layers of clothing.

"Fuck," he breathed against her mouth when they finally broke for air, his chest heaving as though he'd run miles rather than just kissed her. "Been wanting to do that properly since the lake."

"Just since the lake?" Y/N teased, delighting in the way his pupils expanded until only a thin ring of brown remained.

"Since I first saw you," he admitted, voice rough with an honesty that seemed to surprise even him. "Standing there in the middle of that battlefield like some kind of avenging angel. Wanted you even then."

The confession sent electricity racing down her spine. This wasn't just attraction or convenience—this was something that had been building since their very first encounter, something that transcended universes.

"Show me," she challenged, going up on her tippy toes to nip gently at his lower lip, drawing a hiss from deep in his throat. "Show me how much you want me."

Something dangerous and thrilling flashed across Mohawk's face—a predatory hunger that should have frightened her but instead sent liquid heat pooling low in her abdomen. In one fluid motion, he lifted her off her feet and deposited her on the edge of the stone table, his movements so swift and effortless that she barely had time to gasp before finding herself seated, several abandoned cooking implements clattering to the floor.

"Careful what you ask for, princess," he warned, his voice dropping low that seemed designed to make her core clench with anticipation. His hands bracketed her hips, holding her in place as he stepped between her parted knees. "I'm not known for my restraint."

Y/N reached for him, her fingers trailing over the impressive expanse of his chest, exploring the ridges and valleys of hard muscle beneath warm skin. The dense mat of hair covering his torso was surprisingly soft against her palms, tickling her fingertips as she explored the ridges of muscle beneath—so different from Omni's smoother torso or Viltrumite's leaner build. "Maybe I don't want restraint," she whispered.

Mohawk half growled, half groaned as he captured her mouth again. The kiss deeper and hungrier than before, his tongue claiming her mouth with possessive strokes, making her whimper against his lips. His hands were all over her—roaming her body with barely contained urgency—sliding up her thighs beneath the tunic, tangling in her hair, cupping her face with surprising tenderness before drifting lower to trace the curve of her breast through the thin fabric.

When his thumb brushed across her nipple, the sudden jolt of pleasure made Y/N gasp into his mouth, her back arching involuntarily as the sensitive peak hardened beneath his touch. Mohawk broke the kiss to watch her reaction, his eyes hooded, focused on her face with an almost scientific interest as he repeated the motion more deliberately.

"Sensitive," he observed, a smug satisfaction coloring his voice as he circled the hardened peak with deliberate strokes. "Wonder if you're this responsive everywhere?"

Before Y/N could formulate a response, he was tugging the tunic upward, his intentions unmistakable as his large hands bunched the fabric at her waist. She raised her arms, allowing him to pull the garment over her head and discard it somewhere behind him. The cool air of the kitchen raised goosebumps across her newly exposed skin, her nipples tightening further under the combination of cold air and Mohawk's burning gaze.

"Fucking perfect," he breathed, his voice filled with such raw appreciation that any self-consciousness she might have felt vanished instantly. His large hands came up to cup her breasts, the gentle weight of them filling his palms as his thumbs traced teasing circles around her areolas, deliberately avoiding the sensitive peaks that ached for his touch. "Even better than I imagined, and believe me, princess—I've imagined plenty."

Y/N felt exposed under his intense scrutiny if not for the unabashed admiration written across his features, the way his eyes darkened with each passing moment as they roved over her naked torso. His thumbs finally brushed across her nipples with teasing pressure, drawing a soft sound from deep in her throat as pleasure radiated from her nipples.

"You're staring," she murmured, unable to hide the tremor in her voice as another wave of sensation washed through her, heat flooding her cheeks.

"Damn right I am," he replied without a hint of apology, his gaze traveled over her form. "Been wanting to see you like this since day one." He leaned down, replacing one thumb with his mouth, the sudden contrast between the cool air and the wet heat of his tongue drawing a shocked gasp from her lips as she arched, eyes widening at the sensation. "Been wanting to taste you everywhere."

Y/N's head fell back on a gasp, exposing the column of her throat as pleasure coursed through her veins like liquid fire. One hand came up to cradle the back of his head, fingers threading through his mohawk as she held him against her breast, while the other gripped his shoulder for support. The soft scrape of his stubble against her sensitive skin created a delicious contrast to the wet heat of his mouth, each gentle bite followed by a soothing lap of his tongue that had her squirming against him, seeking more contact.

He gave one hard bite on her right breast, the sharp sting of pain quickly melting into pleasure as he soothed the mark with his tongue. Pulling back, he smirked and admired his work—she was transformed under his touch, chest heaving with rapid breaths, skin flushed pink with arousal, and eyes half-lidded with desire. Her breasts were flushed red and her nipples were visibly swollen from his attention.

"Still think dinner's the priority?" he asked, voice rough with desire as he smirked.

Unable to form coherent words, Y/N hooked her legs around his waist, strong thighs pressing against his hips as she pulled him closer to the edge of the table where she sat. The movement brought the hard ridge of his bulge directly against her core, drawing a hiss from both of them despite the barriers of clothing still between them.

"I think," she replied, deliberately rocking against him in a slow, teasing motion that had his hands tightening on her thighs, "that I'm more interested in dessert right now."

A wicked grin spread across Mohawk's face, transforming his features with boyish delight despite the hunger in his eyes. "Always knew you had good taste, princess." His hands slid beneath her thighs, gripping the firm muscle there as he adjusted her position slightly before grinding against her with deliberate pressure. The hard length of him manhood pressed perfectly against her core, sending jolts of electricity up her spine that had her gasping. "How long have you been thinking about this? About us?"

The unexpected vulnerability in his question caught Y/N off guard—beneath the confident exterior and bold touches, there was an uncertainty she hadn't anticipated. She cupped his face between her palms, thumbs brushing across the stubble on his cheeks as she forced him to meet her gaze directly.

"Since you kissed me during the war," she admitted honestly. "Maybe even before that. When you looked at me like I was the answer to a question you'd been asking your whole life."

Something raw and unguarded flickered in his eyes, a flash of emotion so intense it almost hurt to witness before he buried it beneath desire once more. He captured her mouth again, the kiss surprisingly gentle despite the tension evident in every corded muscle of his body, his lips moving against hers with a tenderness that belied his usual brashness. "Never thought I'd get another chance," he murmured against her lips. "After my Y/N died, I didn't think—" He broke off, burying his face in the curve of her neck.

Y/N ran her fingers through his mohawk, the gesture soothing as she held him close, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against her chest. She traced the soft skin at the nape of his neck, feeling the strong tendons there as he shuddered against her. "I'm here now," she whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

Mohawk lifted his head, his expression so nakedly hopeful it made her heart ache for all he'd lost, for the pain he carried beneath his cavalier exterior. "Promise?"

"Promise," she confirmed, sealing the vow with a kiss that started gentle but quickly blazed into something more.

That single word seemed to break something loose in him—the last threads of his self-control snapping as he claimed her mouth with renewed hunger. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring and claiming as his hands roamed her body with increasing urgency. A low growl rumbled in his chest as she whimpered against him. His hands were everywhere at once—tracing the curve of her waist, palming her breasts, sliding down to grip her hips with bruising intensity as he ground against her.

"Need you," he growled against her mouth. "Feel how much I fucking need you," he added, guiding her hand downward to press against the prominent bulge straining against his pants. The heat of him seared through the fabric, impossibly hard yet somehow silky beneath her palm as she traced his length, drawing a sharp hiss from between his clenched teeth. "Wanted this for so fucking long."

"Then take me," Y/N challenged, deliberately dragging her teeth across his lower lip as she bit down gently. The sharp sting of her teeth had him hissing, his hips bucking involuntarily against her core. "Unless you're all talk, Mohawk~?"

His eyes narrowed, pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the brown of his irises. "Oh, princess," he purred, the dangerous softness in his voice sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. "You're gonna feel exactly how much I can back up my talk. You're gonna regret that challenge."

In one fluid motion, he lifted her off the table entirely, his hands gripping the undersides of her thighs as her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. The powerful muscles of his arms flexed beneath her grip, his strength effortlessly supporting her weight as if she were nothing. He carried her across the kitchen with confident strides, never breaking eye contact as anticipation built between them. Her back met the cool stone wall beside the hearth, the contrast with Mohawk's burning skin pulling a gasp from her lips.

"Right here?" she asked breathlessly, excitement fluttering in her stomach at the thought of being taken against the wall, their passion too urgent to make it to a bedroom.

"Right here," he confirmed, his grin wolfish in the dancing firelight, shadows accentuating the sharp angles of his face. "Want to watch you come undone against this wall," he growled, rolling his hips against her in a slow, deliberate motion that had her biting her lip to hold back a moan. "Unless you'd prefer somewhere more comfortable?"

Y/N considered for a moment—the private sanctuary of her chambers, perhaps, or even one of the many unused rooms throughout the fortress. But there was something intoxicating about the urgency of this moment, about Mohawk's barely contained desire and the heat of the kitchen fire painting his powerful body in gold and shadow.

"Here is perfect," she decided, tightening her legs around his waist. The adjustment brought his hardness directly against her aching vagina, making her groan and dig her nails into the muscles of his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin.

Mohawk's smile turned predatory, his eyes darkening to nearly black as he gazed down at her. "Good choice." His hands slid to the waistband of her leggings, fingers dipping just beneath the fabric. Tracing teasing circles on her lower belly, making her muscles jump beneath his touch. "These need to go."

Y/N nodded her agreement, her breath catching in her throat as anticipation coiled tight in her stomach. Her lips, swollen from his kisses, parted on a silent gasp as his fingertips dipped lower with torturous slowness. She unwound her legs from his waist just long enough for him to tug the garment down, leaving her in just the damp panties that clung to her mound. She kicked the leggings aside, now feeling the rough fabric of his pants against her nearly bare lower half, the friction drawing a whimper from her throat. The contrast between the cool air and his burning skin against her exposed thighs made her shiver, her body unconsciously arching toward his heat.

"Look at you," Mohawk breathed, taking a half-step back to admire her near-naked form. His gaze felt like a physical caress, raking over her body with such intensity that heat bloomed everywhere his eyes lingered. His expression held such raw hunger it made her breath hitch, yet beneath the desire was something deeper—a reverence that made her heart flutter wildly against her ribs. He seemed to memorize every curve, every freckle, every scar. "Fucking perfect."

Y/N felt a moment of self-consciousness as his gaze fell to the dark curls visible through her damp underwear. A flush spread from her cheeks down her neck to her chest, her skin turning a delicate rose that made her nipples stand out even more prominently against her flushed skin.

She realized this was her first time being so exposed in the light. With Sinister in the cave, darkness had hidden her body's natural state, but here in the kitchen's warm glow, nothing was concealed. The vulnerability of being seen—truly seen—by him sent a conflicting wave of anxiety and arousal through her core. She resisted the urge to cover herself, uncertain about her body hair after years in the sterile GDA environment.

Mohawk must have sensed her hesitation, because his eyes grew gentle for a heartbeat, the rare tenderness there making her chest tighten with emotion. "Every inch of you," he murmured, sliding his hands up her thighs with reverent slowness. His large palms covered so much territory, the strength in them carefully controlled as they kneaded the soft flesh beneath. His thumbs traced the edges of her underwear, teasing the sensitive skin there. 

"Perfect." He leaned closer, his gaze dropping to the damp fabric clinging to her mound. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Though it looks like the forest floor got a little… overgrown. Don't worry, princess," he chuckled softly, his voice a low rumble against her ear, the warm puff of his breath sending shivers racing down her spine as he nipped playfully at her earlobe, "I've always enjoyed a bit of exploring in the wilderness."

Y/N's embarrassment vanished, replaced by a burst of unexpected laughter that bubbled from her throat. She playfully kicked at his groin, her foot connecting just firmly enough to draw a surprised groan from him that was part pain, part arousal. His eyes widened momentarily before narrowing with dangerous delight.

"Save that feisty business for the main course, princess," he growled, capturing her ankle in his hand before it could retreat. His thumb traced the delicate bones there, pressing into the arch of her foot in a way that made her toes curl with unexpected pleasure as a laugh rumbled in his chest, the sound warming her from the inside out.

"Your turn," she insisted, reaching for the drawstring of his pants, her confidence returning at his genuine admiration. Her fingers brushed against the hard planes of his lower abdomen, feeling the muscles there contract sharply at her touch.

Mohawk caught her wrists, pressing them gently back against the wall above her head. His grip was firm but careful, large enough that his fingers completely encircled her wrists with room to spare. The tiny wince that crossed her features didn't escape his notice, and he immediately adjusted, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against her pulse points, the surprising tenderness at odds with the hunger in his eyes. 

The position made her feel wonderfully vulnerable, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

"Not yet," he growled, leaning in to nip at the sensitive spot below her ear. The sharp edge of his teeth followed by the soothing warmth of his tongue had her arching against him, a breathy moan escaping her lips. Her body responded instinctively to his touch, straining toward him even as he held her firmly in place. "Been dreaming about tasting you first."

Without releasing her wrists, Mohawk shifted his stance, lowering himself slightly while still keeping her pinned to the wall. The movement showcased the raw power in his thighs as he bent his knees, his free hand sliding between her legs with practiced ease.

His fingers traced up her inner thigh with feather-light touches that left goosebumps in their wake, each caress drawing closer to where she ached for him most. The muscles in her thighs quivered beneath his touch, anticipation making her breath come in short, desperate gasps.

"Been thinking about this since the first time I kissed you," he murmured, his voice husky with desire as his lips traced a burning path along her collarbone.

The rasp of his stubble against her sensitive skin created a delicious contrast to the wetness of his open-mouthed kisses. "The sounds you'd make. How you'd taste on my tongue."

Y/N's head fell back against the wall, surrendering to the sensations as his fingers finally hooked into the waistband of her underwear. He released her wrists to slide the soaked fabric down her legs, his movements deliberately slow as though savoring each new inch of skin revealed.

His eyes never left her body, drinking in every detail like a man dying of thirst. She stepped out of them on trembling legs, now completely bare from the waist down, feeling utterly exposed yet strangely powerful under his hungry gaze.

Mohawk tossed her underwear aside, his eyes darkening to almost black as he took in the sight of her completely bare before him. The raw desire in his expression was unmistakable, his breathing growing heavier as he drank in the view of her glistening folds, already slick with arousal.

"Mark," she whispered, one hand coming down to tangle in his hair. The softness of his mohawk surprised her, the shorter sides velvety against her palm.

He glanced up at her from his slightly lowered position, the firelight catching the hunger in his eyes, turning them to molten amber. "Say it again," he urged, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, dangerously close to her wetness. His tongue darted out to taste the sensitive crease where thigh met her core, making her gasp and tighten her grip on his mohawk. "Want to hear it from your lips when you come apart."

It took Y/N a moment to realize what he meant—not the nickname they all used, but his true name, the one he shared with all the variants despite their divergent paths. "Mark," she whispered again, the sound breathy with want.

The effect was electric. A visible shudder ran through his powerful frame, his hands tightening momentarily on her thighs before he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her fully to his gaze. He looked up at her once more, his expression a mixture of hunger and something almost like neediness, before he leaned forward.

The first broad stroke of his tongue drew a cry from her lips, her fingers tightening reflexively in his hair. The wet heat of his mouth against her folds was unlike anything she'd experienced before, his skilled movements somehow both gentle and demanding at once. Mohawk—Mark—groaned against her in response, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that had her trembling against the wall.

"So fucking responsive," he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. He parted her lower lips with his fingers, revealing her swollen bud to his eager mouth. "Can't wait to devour this sweet pussy," he growled before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking with deliberate pressure.

Y/N cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily against his face as pleasure shot through her like lightning. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him against her as he feasted upon her clit like a starved man, determined to taste every drop of her essence, his tongue swirling and flicking against her with expert precision, as if memorizing what made her gasp and moan the loudest.

Within moments, he had her writhing against him, her thighs trembling and clenching around his head as he suckled and licked her relentlessly.

"That's it, princess," he murmured against her heated flesh, his voice vibrating against her clit, "Let me hear how good it feels."

​​Any embarrassment Y/N might have felt at her wet, guttural moans was obliterated by the masterful, filthy work of his tongue—alternating between long, slick strokes that stretched every nerve ending in her cunt and focused, greedy attention on the throbbing bud that had her vision swimming with stars.

Her thighs trembled uncontrollably around his head, slick with her own juices, her fingers alternately clenching and releasing in his hair as wave after wave of pure, raw pleasure slammed through her.

He traced intricate, maddening patterns against her swollen clit, each lick and swirl building upon the last until she was a quivering, whimpering mess plastered against the cold stone, her pussy practically begging for more.

When one thick, calloused finger circled her slick entrance, spreading her dripping lips wide before pressing deliberately inside, a strangled cry tore from her throat, her wet hole already aching for his cock.

"So responsive," Mohawk praised, his voice rough with lust as he looked up at her from between her slick thighs, her juices glistening on his lips and chin like a badge of honor. He slid a second thick finger alongside the first, stretching her wet slit wide as his mouth continued its relentless, greedy assault on her swollen clit.

His thick digits scissored and curled upward, deep within her slick canal, finding that sweet spot that made her vision blur and her legs tremble uncontrollably, her inner walls squeezing him tight. "So fucking perfect for me~"

The combination of his masterful mouth devouring her pussy and the slick, rhythmic invasion of his thick fingers deep inside her wet cunt instantly sent Y/N spiraling toward the precipice. Her breath hitched in short, desperate gasps, her lungs burning as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core, a screaming knot of sensation demanding release.

Her back arched violently away from the cold stone, her head thrashing back against it as the pressure built to an unbearable crescendo, her inner walls clenching rhythmically, desperately milking his fingers as her shattering climax loomed. "Mark," she choked out, tugging urgently at his hair, a primal warning. "I'm close—I'm going to cum—"

"That's it," he encouraged, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her face contort in the throes of her impending orgasm, his thick fingers curling deep inside her slick cunt, hitting that precise spot that made her vision swim and her body buck.

"Let go for me, baby. Wanna feel your pussy clench around my fingers, wanna taste every last drop of your sweet cum." His voice was a rough, panting growl, the filthy words themselves. "Come for me, princess. Wanna feel you fucking shatter on my tongue," he urged against her wet lips, his breath hot and ragged. "Paint my fucking face with your delicious cum."

His filthy words, combined with a particularly clever flick of his tongue against her swollen clit, sent her hurtling over the edge, volcanic waves of pure sensation washing through her with such overwhelming intensity that her knees threatened to buckle had his grip on her hip not been her only anchor.

Her entire body tensed, every muscle clenching before releasing in shuddering spasms, waves of pure pleasure radiating outward from her core.

“M-mark~!” She cried out his name, a raw, primal sound of utter release, as her hips bucked uncontrollably against his face, her juicy cunt spasming around his eager mouth as he relentlessly licked and suckled her sensitive nub, greedily slurping up every drop of her sweet nectar that squirted out in thick, pulsing streams.

When he finally pulled back, his whole lower face glistened with the pearly evidence of her explosive orgasm, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

He licked his lips slowly, deliberately savoring her unique taste like a prized treat, a low, hum rumbling in his chest that sent a shiver of renewed longing through her still-quivering body. "Even sweeter than I ever fucking imagined," he growled, pressing one last, lingering kiss to her swollen clit before rising to his full height.

Mohawk stood up slowly, his hard body pressing intimately against hers as Y/N reached for him, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled his face down to hers. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth, letting her taste her own slickness mingled with his raw hunger.

One large hand slid up her side, cupping the swollen weight of her breast, his thumb kneading the ultrasensitive flesh as he devoured her mouth. He could feel her nipples hardening instantly against his palm, and he pinched and rolled the already erect peaks between his fingers, eliciting a soft moan against his lips.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps as they both tried to catch their breath, "Fuck, that was incredible," he murmured, his voice low and rough, a possessive glint in his heated gaze. "Love yo-mngh, princess.” Y/N giggled, licking his slobbery saliva off her lips, the taste of their mingled juices igniting a fresh wave of heat in her belly. Her hands, slid down his sweat-slicked chest, her fingers already fumbling with the drawstring of his pants like a mischievous little imp.

This time, Mohawk didn't stop her. His breathing quickened visibly, chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched with heavy-lidded eyes as she eagerly untied the drawstring, pushing the thick fabric down over his powerful thighs. A dark, enticing happy trail of hair led down from his navel to the dense, dark bush that framed his impressive groin.

His magnificent manhood sprang free, a solid eight and a half inches of thick, heavy flesh corded with prominent veins that pulsed with his potent arousal. The sensitive tip was flushed a deep pink and glistened with a generous amount of pre-cum, a slick, eager sheen that had been steadily leaking in anticipation of her touch, like a drooling puppy waiting for a treat. Below, his heavy balls swung low, full and weighty, practically begging for her attention.

"See something you like, you little tease?" he asked, voice rough with desire despite the playful words. A flush had spread across his cheeks.

Y/N smirked, her eyes sparkling with naughty delight as she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft in answer, reveling in the solid weight and radiating heat of him against her palm. Her fingers barely spanned his impressive girth, making her chuckle softly. He moaned softly into her ear, his eyes fluttering briefly closed at her touch. The hard length of him throbbed insistently against her palm, hot and heavy and somehow both impossibly hard and surprisingly velvety soft at once. 

Mohawk's eyes darkened with raw lust as she stroked his aching length, a low, guttural groan rumbling in his chest at her caress. He could feel every delicate curve of her soft hand wrapped around him. The sensation of her thumb spreading his slick pre-cum down his veined shaft sent electric sparks of pure pleasure shooting through his body, his hips rocking slightly, involuntarily, into her teasing touch. 

"Definitely," she replied, stroking him slowly from the thick base to the sensitive, glistening tip. She collected the abundant moisture at his flushed pink head with her thumb, spreading it down his corded shaft as she continued her slow, deliberate, and utterly wicked exploration. "Though I'm not entirely convinced all of this is going to fit... comfortably."

Mohawk's laugh was strained, his abdominal muscles rippling as he struggled to maintain control, his hips jerking slightly into her caressing touch. "Fuck, princess," he groaned, his hips jerking slightly into her hand. "Keep that up and this'll be over before it starts, and I've got a whole night planned to properly worship that sweet pussy of yours." His hands moved to her waist, gripping tightly as though anchoring himself. "We'll make it work," he promised, capturing her mouth in another hungry kiss. "Always do. One way or another, you're going to take every inch of me." 

Mohawk broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looked down at her with a possessive hunger blazing in his eyes. He captured her mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue plunging deep as he ground his hard cock against her slick folds.

He could feel the heat radiating from her soaked vulva, her inner lips glistening and already slick with her own release from where he'd pleasured her earlier, droplets of her cum tracing wet, inviting paths down her thighs. 

"Wrap your legs around me, princess," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "I'm going to fuck you against this wall until you scream." He lifted her again, this time with her full cooperation, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall.

The muscles in his arms bulged with the effort, veins standing out prominently beneath his skin. The new position brought the hot, blunt head of his arousal directly against her entrance, the slight pressure there making her gasp in anticipation. The head nudged against her outer lips, hot and insistent but not yet breaching, teasing her. 

"Now… just making sure, are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. A fine sheen of sweat covered his chest, his muscles trembling with the effort of restraint. 

"We can stop—" Y/N silenced him with a deep kiss, her hands framing his face, thumbs stroking over his rough cheekbones. Then, with deliberate slowness, she began to rock her hips forward, nudging herself against the slick, leaking tip of his cock.

A low moan escaped Mohawk's throat, his powerful body shuddering against hers. He was forced to break the kiss, a glistening strand of saliva connecting their parted lips as he looked down at her, his jaw clenched, every muscle in his body straining with the effort of holding back from simply pounding into her. 

Her movements coated him in her abundant arousal before she finally notched his swollen head at her entrance. The stretch was delicious, her body already slick and ready from his earlier attention. "I've never been more sure of anything," she assured him, hands cradling his face as she stared directly into his eyes. "I want you, Mark. All of you." 

Something vulnerable flashed across his features —a fleeting moment of pure, unguarded emotion that made her heart constrict in her chest—before he nodded, one hand coming up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingertips surprisingly gentle against her skin. 

"Hold onto me," he instructed, his voice thick with suppressed desire, waiting until her arms were securely wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in the short, rough strands of his mohawk, before he began to slowly push his hips upward. The initial stretch was intense but not painful, Mohawk's earlier attentions having prepared her body. 

A strangled sound, a mixture of anticipation and slight discomfort, escaped her throat as he filled her inch by exquisite inch, the sensation of such fullness felt both foreign and perfectly right. 

He entered her with agonizing slowness, giving her body time to adjust to his considerable size, his breath coming in harsh, ragged pants against her neck as he fought a visible battle for control, his muscles trembling with the effort of restraint. Mohawk's eyes fluttered shut, his lips pressed into a thin line as he savored the sensation of her tight, slick heat enveloping his cock, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around his throbbing length like a silken vise. 

He could feel every delicate ridge and curve of her canal molding itself around him, could feel the subtle way her body stretched and yielded to accommodate his considerable size. It was a torturously delicious sensation, one that had him gritting his teeth, every nerve ending screaming for release, as he fought to maintain his measured pace. 

"Fuck," he groaned when he was finally seated to the hilt, their bodies connected as intimately as possible. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his entire body trembling with the effort of remaining still. He remained perfectly motionless for a long moment, allowing her canal to fully accommodate his large size, his forehead dropping to rest against hers as he savored the feeling of her tight, wet heat gripping him like a vise. "So fucking tight and perfect, like your cunt was made just for my cock."

Y/N could only nod, overwhelmed by the fullness, by the heat of him stretching her from within. Her walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his presence. When he began to move, drawing out slowly until just the tip remained inside her before carefully pushing back in, she gasped at the exquisite friction, at the way he seemed to find and ignite every sensitive nerve ending within her. 

The wet, slick sounds of their joining filled the small space as he withdrew almost completely, the head of his engorged penis teasing her again and again. Opening before he slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt. Sharp crys tore from Y/N's throat, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to pound into her willing body with a hard, fast pace that stole her breath.

"Mark," she breathed, the name falling from her lips like a prayer, her head thrown back against the cold stone wall as he took her. Each powerful thrust sent sparks of raw ecstasy through her, her body bouncing against the unyielding surface with the force of his movements. She could feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock dragging along her sensitive inner walls, stretching her in the most delicious way, filling her completely with a sensation so profound it bordered on overwhelming. 

"Mine," he growled, the word rumbling from deep in his chest as his hips snapped forward with renewed purpose, his powerful frame caging her against the unyielding wall. His teeth grazed her shoulder, marking her with a sharp bite. His hands gripped her ass roughly, squeezing the firm flesh as he fucked her harder against the cold stone.

He leaned in, his mouth latching onto one of her nipples, sucking hard as he rammed his thick cock deeper, hitting that exquisite G-spot that sent blinding bursts of light behind her eyelids. "Say it again," he demanded, punctuating the words with a particularly deep thrust that made her vision swim.

"Mark," she repeated, gasping as he increased his pace, one large hand sliding beneath her to adjust the angle for even deeper penetration. His rhythm grew urgent, each powerful thrust driving her closer to the shattering edge.

The new angle allowed his thick member to strike that precise point within her cunt, sending jolts of pure electricity through her trembling body. Her nails raked down his sweat-slicked back, leaving fiery trails in their wake as his thick length plunged even deeper into her tight canal, dragging against those hidden nerves that ignited a fresh wave of intense, almost unbearable pleasure. "Oh god, Mark!"

"Fuck, princess," he groaned, his voice tight with strain and barely restrained desire. "You're so fucking perfect, so tight and hot around my cock. I can feel your pussy squeezing me, milking my fucking dick." The wet slap of skin against skin punctuated his words, the sodden squelch of her intense arousal a visceral soundtrack to his deep thrusts.

His rhythm grew urgent, demanding. Each fuck was a raw, powerful claim, driving him deeper. Sweat slicked his sculpted chest, catching the firelight as the defined muscles bunched and flexed with each forceful movement. His gaze locked on her face, devouring every raw flicker of pleasure that contorted her features.

The sounds of their sex filled the kitchen—the wet smack of their bodies colliding, her sharp, escalating moans, his guttural growls of raw satisfaction as her inner walls clenched convulsively around his invading member.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated deep within her. "Take what you need from me. Use my cock to make yourself feel good. I want to feel you come apart on my dick, want to watch you fucking shatter!" His crude words, thick with a raw, sent a searing jolt of pure sensation flooding her core, her cunt clenching down around him.

Sweat dripped down Mohawk's chiseled chest and abs, highlighting every ridge and valley of muscle as they flexed and bunched with each powerful thrust. The tendons in his neck stood out, corded and taut as he fought to maintain control, his jaw clenched tight as he watched her with a wild, almost feral intensity. Every flicker of pleasure that crossed her face, every breathless moan and gasp that fell from her lips seemed to spur him on, driving him to take her harder, faster, deeper.

Y/N was beyond coherent thought, her body arching instinctively with each brutal thrust, her skin flushed and slick with a sheen of sweat that made her practically glow in the dim light. Her head was thrown back against the unyielding wall, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat which he immediately attacked with hot lips and sharp teeth, lost in the escalating pleasure as Mohawk fucked her with increasingly violent force. 

The dual assault of his mouth at her throat and his thick cock pounding deep within her overwhelmed her senses, pleasure building in relentless, shattering waves. Mohawk's hand snaked between their sweat-slicked bodies, his calloused fingers finding her aching, swollen clit with unerring accuracy.

He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with a pressure and speed that had her seeing stars, her back arching clean off the wall as a scream tore from her throat a second, involuntary orgasm seizing her with shocking intensity.

"That's it," he growled against her throat, his voice hoarse with raw desire as he felt her body begin to convulse around him. "Let go for me, my love. Want to feel you come apart around my cock."

Mohawk growled his approval as her pussy pulsed around him, the rhythmic contractions of her internal muscles drawing a strangled groan from deep within his chest. The sound was primal, deeply satisfied, as his fingers continued their relentless torment on her sensitive nub even as she shuddered and squeezed around his length, drawing out her pleasure until tears stung the corners of her eyes.

Her vision blurred as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her, each one more intense than the last as his skilled fingers refused to relent. 

His thrusting faltered briefly before becoming almost punishing in its precision. "Aggh~ p-perfect," he gasped against her throat. "So fucking tight when y-you come, squeezing my cock like you never want to let go, you love me so much, dont ya baby-? Fuc-k Nnnhg~"

His breath came in harsh pants against her skin, his powerful body trembling with the effort of prolonging her exquisite torment before seeking his own explosive release. His words were crude but reverent, awe evident in every syllable. "So fucking perfect for me."

His thrusts grew erratic, his breathing harsh against her neck as he chased his own imminent climax. The powerful muscles of his back bunched and flexed beneath her slick hands, sweat making his skin even more slippery as he fucked her with increasing urgency, his thick length dragging against her G-spot with each desperate plunge. "Y/N nngh~!" he groaned, the sound of her name torn from his throat with a moan, "Need you, my heart~! Mmm-ahh a-always needed you."

"I'm h-here," she promised, cradling his sweat-slicked face between her trembling palms, forcing him to meet her glazed eyes as his control finally shattered. His eyes were wild with pure, unadulterated pleasure and something deeper, something akin to worship as he stared down at her. "Mppf~! I'm r-right here mark!"

Something breaks in his expression at her words—the last vestiges of his control shattering as he buries his thick cock to the hilt with a hoarse, guttural shout of her name. His entire body shudders violently as he pulses deep within her cunt, the hot, thick rush of his cum triggering an earth-shattering aftershock of pleasure that has her screaming his name.

He roars, his body convulsing above her as he empties his seed into her dripping pussy, each powerful jet painting her insides slick and white with his cum. The raw sensation of him coming undone, his powerful frame shaking with the force of his climax.

Y/n can't help it, she screams his name as she comes, her body convulsing almost violently beneath him in a mind-blowing orgasm. Wave after wave of pure, undiluted ecstasy washes over her, her vision going white as she clings to him, riding out the intense pleasure radiating from her core. She can feel his swollen member still throbbing deep inside her, prolonging her exquisite torment as he continues to flood her tight little hole with his seed, making a wet and sticky mess.

For long moments afterward, they remain locked together, Mohawk's forehead resting against hers as they both fight to draw ragged breaths. His heart hammers against her chest, his powerful arms trembling slightly as they hold her pinned against the wall.

When he finally eases her down, her legs shaking uncontrollably as they take her weight again, she can feel the thick, sticky mixture of their juices beginning to ooze from her slick, fucked pussy, a warm, undeniable testament to their explosive union, leaving a glistening trail down her thighs. 

As he slowly withdraws his cock from her soaked cunt, sliding out with a wet, sighing sound, coated in the glistening blend of their mingled fluids; a thick, viscous string connecting them for a fleeting moment before parting, leaving her feeling deliciously empty and thoroughly used. He keeps her close within the circle of his possessive embrace, his eyes dark with love and satisfaction.

"F-fuck…That was..." he begins, uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

"Worth the wait?" Y/N suggests, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Mohawk's answering smile is softer than any expression she's shown him before. He traces her lower lip with his thumb, his touch gentle.

"Worth everything," he corrects, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to her forehead. "Worth every goddamn minute of waiting. Fucking incredible." He brushes a sweat-dampened strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

He cups her face, his thumb brushing over her plump bottom lip. "Don't think I've ever come that hard in my life," he admits, his voice low and rough, still tinged with the remnants of his intense climax. "The way you came apart in my arms...fuck, it was beautiful. You're beautiful…god I love you, you sticky little mess." The tenderness in his voice, so at odds with his typically brash demeanor, makes something warm bloom in Y/N's chest. She leans into him, savoring the solid strength of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear.

"We should probably actually make dinner at some point," she mused after a comfortable silence, reluctant to break the moment but aware that the others would be wondering about their absence.

Mohawk chuckled, the sound rumbling pleasantly through his chest where her head rested. "Probably," he agreed, making no move to release her. Instead, his hand came up to stroke through her hair with surprising gentleness.

His fingers worked through the tangles their activities had created, massaging her scalp in a way that had her practically purring against him. "Though I can think of better ways to work up an appetite. Involving more licking, more fucking, and definitely less cooking."

Y/N tilted her head back to meet his gaze, finding his eyes warm with a mixture of satisfaction and renewed interest, a definite glint of mischief sparking within them. "Is that so?"

"Mmm," he confirmed, bending to brush his lips against hers in a kiss far more tender than she would have expected from him. His tongue traced the seam of her lips without demanding entry, "But maybe somewhere more comfortable this time? My knees aren't what they used to be, princess. Especially after all that kneeling I did to properly worship your sweet pussy."

Y/N laughed, the sound bright and genuine in the warm kitchen air.

"Your chambers or mine?" she asked, delighting in the way his eyes darkened with possessive hunger at the suggestion.

"Mine," he growled possessively, his hand sliding down to squeeze her backside, his thumb digging playfully into the curve of her ass.

"My bed's bigger, and I want plenty of room to spread you out and take my time with you properly. Lick you until you're screaming my name again, princess. And then fuck you every which way until neither of us can see straight." He was already reaching for her discarded clothing. "Because princess, I'm nowhere near done with you yet. Not by a long shot. I've got a whole list of dirty things I still want to do to that tight little cunt of yours."

As they hastily dressed, her legs felt like jelly, completely unwilling to support her weight – Mohawk chuckled, scooping her up into his arms with effortless ease. He carried her from the kitchen, the half-prepared dinner forgotten behind them, a possessive gleam in his eyes as he headed towards his chambers. 

Y/N couldn't help but think that some bets were worth losing—especially when the payoff was so unexpectedly perfect, and promised so much more to come.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ 

Hours later, when Mohawk finally carried Y/N from his chambers—disheveled and glowing with utter satisfaction, love bites a blatant roadmap of his desire across her neck and whole body, while his bad was littered with raw scratches, a testament to her own passionate grip—they found the common area suspiciously empty save for a platter of neatly arranged food and a note in No-Mask's precise handwriting:

"Since dinner preparations were evidently... thoroughly interrupted, we took the liberty of preparing an alternative meal. Lensless insisted we leave enough for two. Enjoy (and maybe hose down the kitchen floor later?)."

Below that, in a different, more flamboyant script that could only belong to Sinister:

"Do try to keep the noise down next time, dove. Some of us are trying to sleep. Though the walls were certainly vibrating with a new level of... intensity. But let's be honest, we all know who first taught you how to truly scream, don’t we dove~?"

And finally, a hastily scrawled addition in what appeared to be Omni Mark's controlled handwriting:

"Take your time. You've both earned it."

Mohawk read the note over her shoulder, his bark of laughter surprising but welcome against her ear. His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her against the solid warmth of his chest as he nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Look at that," he mused, arms tightening around her waist. "The bastards can be considerate when they want to be. Prickly Sinister aside."

Y/N leaned back against his solid warmth, a deep contentment settling in her bones, a pleasant ache still throbbing between her thighs, making walking a distant memory. "Wonders never cease," she agreed, turning her head to press a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw, her slightly damp hair brushing against his cheek. "Though I'm not sure I want to know how they knew what we were doing."

"Lensless," they said in unison, then dissolved into laughter that echoed through the fortress halls.

As Mohawk settled at the table with Y/N nestled in his lap, sharing the meal their unlikely family had prepared, she couldn't help but marvel at how far they'd all come—from battle-hardened killers to men who would prepare dinner for their missing companions without complaint (or mostly without complaint, in Sinister's case).

"What are you thinking about?" Mohawk asked, his usual gruffness softened in the aftermath of their shared intimacy, his fingers absently stroking the curve of her hip.

Y/N smiled, reaching across the table to tangle her fingers with his. His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of her hand, the small gesture of affection somehow more intimate than all they had shared before. "That I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."

The look he gave her in response—wonder mixed with disbelief, as if he couldn't quite fathom his good fortune—was worth every hardship, every battle, every moment of uncertainty that had led them to this strange new world and the life they were building together.

"Yeah," he agreed, squeezing her hand gently. "We all are."

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Hoped you liked this... I put a lot into writing.. like so much it is not even funny...

I am getting busy again, and prob won't be updating for a long time :( Hope y'all liked the stories I've been writing and posting. It was originally for me, but it's a pleasure to share!

Hopefully, I'll get the motivation to write Omni-Mark Smut one day🙏

Much love ♡

Pt.1

Pt.2

Lead up series!! (Invincible variants x reader 1-10 parts) + Sinister Smut

[b0ne-merchant]

Hi💜 can you write for US and UF sans with the ‘stealing their jacket’ trope?

I love ur writing btw<3 ur posts light up my week

OMG this is soooo cutesy i love cheesy tropey nonsense with all my heart and soul <3 <3 <3 I turned this into the main 3 sanses just cause i can >:) (ALSO TYYYY)

Classic!Sans, Swap!Sans, & Fell!Sans with the "stealing their jacket" trope

Sans

Good luck even getting his jacket in the first place. Sans wears it all day, and then usually falls asleep in it.

You'll have to nab it from the laundry on the rare occasion that he actually throws it in the washing machine.

It has a distinct scent of pine and salty food that's fresh off the grill. The frayed cuffs have a slightly smokey smell to them.

The jacket is thick, too, draped over your shoulders with a heft that makes it droop. And so unbelievably warm. You can understand why Sans only takes it off to wash it.

He finds you next to the dryer, the hood flipped over your head, still marveling at the warmth and cozy factor of the jacket.

Sans takes a moment to admire you while you're unaware he's there before startling you with a chuckle and a "coat you red-handed, thief."

He grabs the rim of the hood, drawing your head down and toward him, a hazy look in his lidded sockets. You swear his eyelights take the form of hearts for a second. You tilt your head and part your lips in anticipation, until...

Sans grabs the drawstrings and yanks them. the hood snaps shut around your face, leaving only your nose to poke out of the fabric.

You flail out to give him a goodhearted smack for his antics, but he's already stepped aside, informing you that dirty thieves don't get kisses.

You might be able to sway him, however, when you yank the hood off and tackle him into the pile of laundry on the floor.

Yeah, he's definitely changed his mind once you're on top of him, as suggested by the blue glow dusting his cheeks.

"heh, okay, maybe we can share." Sans steadies you on his lap, his hands snaking up underneath the jacket. "i can think of a few ways we can both keep warm like this."

Swap!Sans (Blue)

Blue takes his bandana off at night, so you have the perfect opportunity to snag it after he's gone to bed.

It carries the homely scent of freshly-washed linen and floral fabric softener, with just a hint of something spicy that nearly makes you sneeze.

It's silky and sits comfortably around your neck, cool at first but quickly warming up as it comes in contact with your skin. Wearing it makes you feel like some sort of boisterous adventurer.

You later find Blue digging through his closet, clearly looking for his bandana amongst his wide array of blue-themed clothing. Truly a needle in a haystack situation.

He whirls around when he hears you, a worried look across his face. "HAVE YOU SEEN MY--"

Blue looks taken aback for a second, then his smile brightens to the point where you feel like you're staring into the sun.

And then he's all over you. Adjusting the knot, fluffing it up, telling you how magnificent you look -- Not as magnificent as he looks in it, of course, but you're a close second.

He remarks that you look very cute in his bandana. When you tell him he also looks cute in it, he argues that he's not cute, it makes him look rugged and manly (and cute).

Blue lets you borrow it for a day, but only after getting a picture of you wearing it. That's going directly in his extensive album of his very pretty and photogenic partner.

He also likes that it gives him something to easily grab and drag you to his height for a smooch.

He's definitely getting you your own sometime, in your favorite color so the two of you can match. Sickeningly sweet couple stuff.

If it looks this good around your neck, maybe he should see how it looks around your wrists...

Fell!Sans(Red)

Red's coat is incredibly comfortable, with soft faux fur lining the inside as well as the hood. Blankets pale in comparison, which is why it's your go-to comfort for when it's cold out.

It's easy to nab, as long as you can sneak past the two brothers on your way to the coat rack to avoid any questioning.

It smells like musk and a bonfire, which only adds to the warm feeling it gives you when you put it on.

When Red complains about the cold (Edge refuses to let him turn on the heat until it's below freezing temperatures out) and goes looking for his coat, he finds you in it.

He doesn't even need the warmth anymore, the way his skull lights up in a bright red flush.

"if you were feelin' chilly, ya coulda just told me, doll," he says, his eyes looking you up and down.

Red thinks you look extremely attractive drowning in his heavy winter coat, your head swallowed up by the fluffy trim of the hood.

He'll zip up the zipper real slow, dragging it upwards while looking you directly in the eyes ("can't have you freezin' up on me, sweetheart," he drawls).

He's only a little jealous of how good you look in it.

Now that he knows you like it, however, Red will be much more open to letting you borrow it, even when the two of you go out. Just as long as he gets to warm up his hands on your bare skin later.

He really doesn't mind that your scent gets caught in the fur hood. Whenever he's missing you while he's out on his own, he just sticks his nasal cavity into the fluff and takes a whiff.

The image of you in his jacket and absolutely nothing else doesn't leave Red's mind for at least several days.

[littlest-w01f]

Comfort

Sylus x Reader

SYLUS MASTERLIST

LADS MASTERLIST

Summary: You can be a pain in his ass, but when you need comfort, Sylus is always there to make things better

Cw: Fluff. Just fluff. also a little period stuff

A/N: For the new quad banner, I had to. Sylus with cat ears and a tail? Gimmie, pls

"So can you hear from both of these?" You giggled, stroking Sylus's cat ears that twitched under your hand. However temporary, he was moody about the change, if his flattened tail was anything to go by, "Or do only your normal ears work?"

"If you keep teasing me kitten, I'll leave." Sylus rolled his eyes, to hide that he liked you scratching his ears, crimson eyes flashing darkly, "Who'll cuddle you through your cramps then, huh?"

You gave him a sly grin, nearly swallowed by his arms as he held you in your bed, "I'm not the 'kitten' right now." You taunt him with a tug at his ears, which cause him to groan deeply.

"Careful, sweetie." Sylus's deep voice rumbled in a warning tone against your palm as you tugged playfully at his sensitive cat ears, drawing out a low, throaty groan from the tall, imposing figure beside you. His crimson eyes flashed with a mix of annoyance and pleasure, a look that never failed to send shivers down your spine.

"Oh, don't give me that," You teased, Your own eyes sparkling with mirth. "You know full well I love when you grumble at me like some cranky old man."

Sylus's expression softened slightly at your words, though he still maintained a stern facade. He reached up to capture your wandering hand, bringing it to rest over his chest, just above the rumbling purr emanating from within. "As much as I enjoy our little games, y/n…"

You pouted at where his tone was going, "I'm all bleeding and hurting and having cramps. You're supposed to be nice to me, Sy. You're being a bad butler."

Sylus's stern demeanor faltered at the sight of your pout, the adorable way your lower lip quivered ever so slightly. He knew he had no chance against your playful charm, especially not when you were feeling vulnerable.

"Ah, forgive me, My Lady," Sylus said, his voice taking on a more formal, apologetic tone, his tail softly beating against your thigh. "I seem to have misplaced my usual decorum." He joked with a straight face.

He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting across your cheek as he spoke. "Perhaps, if you prefer, I could try my hand at soothing techniques more suited to a lover..." Sylus trailed off suggestively, his gaze dropping to the gentle rise and fall of your abdomen beneath the thin fabric of your nightgown.

A soft gasp escaped your lips at Sylus's whispered suggestion, your heart fluttering in anticipation. The idea of his skilled hands exploring your body, intent on easing your discomfort, sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

His proximity made it impossible to ignore the subtle vibrations of his purring, the warmth radiating from his muscular form as he leaned in close. The scent of his unique, spicy aroma enveloped you, making your head spin with desire.

"Please..." You had only said the word and his hands were on you, lifting your nightgown to gently stroke your burning abdomen, the energy of his evol providing relief to your cramps.

As Sylus's large, deft fingers began to massage your sensitive stomach, you couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. The heat from his palms seeped into your skin, providing a soothing respite from the gnawing pain of your menstrual cramps. His touch was gentle yet firm, each stroke designed to ease the tension and relax your muscles.

The movement of his tail against your leg was almost hypnotic, its rhythmic sway mirroring the steady cadence of his ministrations. His pointed ears remained pricked, focused intently on your reactions, as if attuned to every subtle shift in your breathing and the quiet sounds of pleasure escaping your lips.

"You feel so warm, sweetie," Sylus murmured, his deep voice a soothing counterpoint to the gentle pressure of his hands. "Like a furnace burning bright within you."

You whined and buried your head in his chest, "My body feels like it's being ripped apart-"

"Shh, it's alright, my dear," Sylus cooed, his strong arms encircling you as he held you close against his broad chest. The warmth of his body enveloped you, a comforting balm against the intense agony coursing through your core. His hands continued their tender massage, kneading and stroking along the curves of your abdomen, working to soothe the relentless cramping.

As you nuzzled into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, a soft, rumbling purr vibrated through Sylus's chest, resonating against your cheek. The sound was both calming and intoxicating, sending waves of relaxation washing over you. "Just breathe, y/n," he instructed, his voice a low, soothing timbre. "Let yourself drift. I've got you."

"See, you can be a good kitty!" You giggled when his tail wrapped around your wrist, gently stroking the fur with your other hand.

A pleased rumble emanated from deep within Sylus's chest at your praise, his tail continuing to caress your wrist with gentle, soothing strokes. "Mmm, perhaps..." He purred, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement as they met yours.

As you played with his tail, Sylus's hands never ceased their gentle massage, his touch growing more confident and sure as he worked to alleviate the lingering discomfort. The sensation of his chest brushing against your cheek as you nestled into him added another layer of comfort, the softness contrasting with the hardness of his muscles beneath your fingertips.

"You should rest up. I'll be here when you get up." Sylus teased, his voice low.

With a contented sigh, you allowed yourself to sink further into Sylus's embrace, the warmth and security of his presence wrapping around you like a cocoon. His tail continued its gentle stroking, the soft fur a pleasant contrast against your skin as you explored the texture with curious fingers.

As you drifted lazily, Sylus's strong hands never left your abdomen, his touch a constant reminder of his care and attention. The rhythmic kneading and rubbing seemed to melt away the last vestiges of pain, leaving only a dull ache that even the most determined cramp couldn't quite reach.

"You're such a sweetheart," you murmured sleepily, your eyelids heavy with fatigue. "Even when I'm being all grumpy, you always take care of me."

Sylus's chuckle reverberated through his chest, the vibration sending delightful tingles up your spine. It was a rich, deep sound, filled with warmth and affection, a perfect accompaniment to the soothing rhythm of his hands on your abdomen. As you listened, entranced by the rumble, you felt your eyelids growing heavier, the lullaby of his purrs and the gentle massage slowly pulling you under.

"Mmm... Maybe I should start charging for this service," Sylus teased, his voice a low, sleepy growl. Despite the words, there was no real bite to his words.

As Sylus's teasing words floated through the air, you managed a weak smile, the corners of your mouth twitching upwards before succumbing to the pull of exhaustion. His playful remark was the final thread needed to unravel the tangled web of your thoughts, allowing them to slip away into the depths of slumber.

With a soft, contented sigh, you surrendered to the allure of sleep, your body relaxing completely in Sylus's embrace. His strong arms held you securely, cradling you like a precious treasure as he guided you towards the peaceful darkness of unconsciousness.

As you drifted off, the last thing you registered was the gentle pressure of his lips pressing a soft, loving kiss to the top of your head.

As you stirred awake, you found yourself still nestled comfortably in Sylus's arms, his strong embrace a reassuring anchor amidst the remnants of your dream-filled slumber. His tail, once active and playful, now lay still against your waist, the slow, rhythmic stroking a soothing lullaby to guide you back to full awareness.

Noticing the relaxed, peaceful expression on Sylus's face, you realized he too must have fallen asleep while keeping watch over you. The sight tugged at your heartstrings, a testament to the depth of his devotion and the unspoken bond between you.

Gently, you shifted your position, careful not to disturb the sleeping man. As you did, his nose twitched, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing those mesmerizing crimson eyes gazing up at you with a mix of drowsiness and affection.

"No no..." You whispered softly, closing his eyes with your hand, "Go back to sleep."

At your gentle whisper, Sylus's eyelids fluttered closed once more, a soft giggle escaping his lips, his breathing evening out as he pretended to slip back into a peaceful slumber. Your hand lingered on his face, the soft pads of your fingers tracing the contours of his cheeks and jawline in a soothing caress.

His face nuzzled instinctively into your palm, seeking out your comforting touch. A small, satisfied rumble vibrated through his chest, the sound barely audible but tangible against your skin.

Watching him, you marvelled at the way his features softened, the usual sharp angles and planes of his face giving way to a gentler, more vulnerable expression. In repose, he looked younger somehow, the weight of responsibility and duty momentarily lifted from his shoulders.

Your gaze travelled downwards, taking in his form. The sight filled you with a sense of profound peace and contentment, a reminder of the strength and stability he brought to your life.

"Kitten?" He mumbled, waking up from you scratching his ear, his voice thick with sleep and concern, pulling you closer to him. "Is everything alright? Are you feeling better?"

His hands moved to cup your face, thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks in a gesture of tenderness and worry. The crimson of his eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the room, searching your face for any signs of lingering discomfort or distress.

"Yeah... I'm better." You sighed softly, kissing his cheek.

Sylus's expression visibly relaxed at your reassurance, the tension easing from his shoulders as he pulled you closer, one arm snaking around your waist while the other remained cupped around your face. The pad of his thumb traced the curve of your lower lip, a gentle, almost absent-minded gesture that spoke volumes about his affection for you.

"I'm glad," He murmured, his voice still rough with sleep but warm with relief. "You had me worried there for a moment."

"I... I always have bad cramps, I'm used to it." You smiled, petting his tail softly, hoping to soothe him.

At your words and gentle touch, Sylus's tail swished happily, the tip curling around your wrist in a show of gratitude and affection. He leaned in closer, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he gazed deeply into your eyes, his own crimson eyes shimmering with emotion.

"I know you're tough, my little lady," he rumbled softly, his breath ghosting over your lips. "But that doesn't mean I won't worry. You're important to me, sweetie. More than you could ever know."

His free hand slid down from your face to tangle in your hair, fingers gently soothingly massaging your scalp. The gesture was tender, and intimate, speaking to the depth of his feelings for you without the need for words.

At Sylus's tender declaration, you felt your heart swell with emotion, a lump forming in your throat as you blinked back the sudden moisture gathering in your eyes. His words, spoken in that low, gravelly tone, carried the weight of a thousand unsaid sentiments, each syllable imbued with the force of his love and devotion.

"I… I don't know what I'd do without you," You whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to convey the depth of your own feelings. "You make everything better, just by being here with me."

As if drawn by an invisible force, you leaned in, bridging the scant distance between you until your lips met in a soft, gentle kiss. It was a meeting of souls, a silent promise and affirmation of the bond you shared, the connection that ran deeper than mere physical attraction.

Sylus's eyes widened comically as your fingers found their mark, a high-pitched gasp escaping his lips as he arched into your touch. His ears flattened against his head, twitching wildly as you scratched along the sensitive edges and base of his ears.

"Oh! Oh, kitten!" He gasped, his voice pitched higher than normal as he squirmed beneath you. "That feels amazing!"

Sylus's reaction was utterly adorable, his usually stoic demeanor melting away as he succumbed to the pleasurable sensations of your skilled fingers. His eyes fluttered shut, a blissful expression settling onto his features as he leaned further into your touch, clearly craving more.

"I thouht you didn't like it just now..." You teased, softly taking your hand away.

Sylus's eyes snapped open at the loss of your touch, a look of panic flashing across his face before he realized you were merely teasing him. A sheepish grin spread across his features, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of blue under his fur.

"Oh, you little minx," he chuckled, reaching out to tickle your sides playfully. "Playing games with me, are we?"

Sylus's fingers danced along your ribs, finding every ticklish spot with uncanny precision. His laughter mingled with your own, the sound rich and warm, filling the room with a joyous atmosphere. As you squirmed and giggled beneath his ministrations, he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you, marvelling at how easily you could bring such lightheartedness and happiness into his life.

As Sylus's fingers found their mark, you dissolved into a fit of giggles, squirming and writhing beneath his ticklish ministrations. The sound of your laughter filled the room, a melodious symphony that seemed to delight him to no end.

"You're right, I did say that earlier," He admitted with a roguish wink, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on your ribs. "But that was before I experienced the true magic of your touch. Now, I can't get enough!"

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered conspiratorially, "Besides, it's much more fun to be the one being teased this time, isn't it?"

"I'll pull your tail." You threatened playfully, giggling uncontrollably.

Sylus's eyes widened at your threat, a mix of excitement and trepidation flickering across his features. For a moment, he seemed torn between the desire to continue his playful assault and the instinctive need to protect his most sensitive appendage.

"Now, now, kitten," He purred, his voice dropping an octave as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your sides. "There's no need for such drastic measures. We wouldn't want to start something we can't finish, would we?"

You simply giggled as he leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, enjoying the peaceful moment with him as Sylus's lips trailed along the column of your throat, you couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment. The sensation of his mouth on your skin was electric, sending pleasant shivers down your spine and causing goosebumps to erupt across your flesh. His tongue darted out, lapping gently at the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, leaving a trail of damp heat in its wake. You tilted your head to the side unconsciously, granting him better access as your fingers tangled in his silky hair.

[simplygojo]

ok ive followed you for awhile and i love your writing youre so talented! if youre open to it i wanted to request something. basically my idea was like (aged up) you nobara, yuji, megumi, maki, toge are friends and you play a spicy truth or dare game... basically it ends with crushes confessing their feelings and spicy preferences/kinks and stuff. i was thinking yuji x reader or megumi x reader but anything works. i totally get if you think this is weird and dont want to do it so no worries! - anon <3

Drink, Dare, and Desire

Authors Note: I loved this request!! Thank you so much for your kind words, I really hope you like this and hope it was something along the lines of what you were looking for! 

My requests are always open :)

Pairing: Adult/Megumi Fushiguro x f/reader

Word Count : 3.6K

Warnings : 18+ Content, (mild) SMUT! Alcohol Use!

The night was alive with the hum of the city just outside the dorm windows. You, along with Nobara, Yuji, Megumi, Maki, and Toge, were sprawled across the room, the remnants of a half-eaten takeout dinner and a mostly drained bottle of sake scattered between you.

It wasn’t often that you all found time to hang out like this. Between training and missions, these moments of downtime were precious—and apparently, very unpredictable.

“Alright, alright, who’s next for a drink?” Nobara chirped, swirling the sake bottle in her hand, her eyes gleaming with mischievous energy.

Yuji stretched lazily, a wide grin on his face as he glanced around. “Why stop at drinking when we could make it interesting?”

It took less than a second for Nobara to catch on. “Ooh, what are you suggesting?”

Maki, sitting back with her arms folded, raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem opposed. Meanwhile, Toge, his quiet demeanor in stark contrast to the energy around him, gave a casual shrug. It was rare to see him so relaxed, which probably had something to do with the sake flowing freely.

“Truth or dare,” Yuji declared, rubbing his hands together like he was about to unveil some grand plan.

A soft groan escaped Megumi, who had been sitting quietly beside you, a slight frown on his face as he watched the chaotic energy unfold. “This is a terrible idea,” he muttered, though you could sense a slight interest beneath his usual stoic demeanor.

You snorted, nudging him lightly. “Don’t be such a buzzkill, Fushiguro.”

He shot you a sidelong glance, his lips twitching upward for a second before settling back into his familiar expression. But even as he tried to seem unaffected, there was a flicker of curiosity in his gaze. Truth or dare games had a way of revealing more than they were meant to, and maybe, just maybe, you were hoping for exactly that.

Nobara wasted no time, slapping the floor in excitement. “Okay! Yuji, since it was your idea, you go first. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Yuji responded instantly, leaning back on his hands, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Nobara’s grin widened, and you knew from that look she had something ridiculous in mind. “I dare you… to chug your drink, then kiss someone in the circle.”

The room fell into a momentary hush, all eyes darting toward Yuji as his grin faltered for just a second before he leaned forward and grabbed his drink.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he chugged the remainder of his sake, slamming the cup down with a triumphant look on his face. Without hesitation, he leaned over to Toge, planting a dramatic kiss on his cheek.

Toge raised a brow, his face impassive as always, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Salmon,” he said, giving Yuji a light shove, which only made everyone burst out laughing.

Maki shook her head, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Weak.”

“You’re just mad you weren’t the one kissed,” Yuji teased, wiping the corner of his mouth with a grin.

“Dream on, idiot,” Maki shot back, but the playful tension between them was undeniable.

Toge, ever the quiet observer, pointed to you next, his expression calm as he said, “Tuna mayo?”

“Truth,” you answered, deciding to take it easy for now. You could already feel a warmth spreading through you, the sake making everything seem a little hazier, a little more relaxed.

Yuji leaned forward with an eager expression. “Who do you think is the most attractive here?”

A collective groan followed the question, though there was a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. You felt the weight of their stares, especially Megumi’s, whose gaze seemed to pierce through you.

You cleared your throat, trying to play it cool, but you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. “Megumi,” you finally said, the word tumbling out softly, almost shyly.

The room erupted in laughter and teasing remarks, but all you could focus on was the subtle way Megumi’s jaw tightened, his eyes darting away as a faint flush rose to his cheeks.

“Wow, no hesitation,” Nobara teased, nudging Megumi’s arm with her elbow. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Megumi grumbled something under his breath, but his usual stoic front was beginning to crack, a small, rare smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Alright, alright, moving on,” you said quickly, trying to divert the attention. “Nobara, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she replied instantly, crossing her arms over her chest with a look that screamed ‘challenge me.’

You bit your lip, thinking for a moment before smirking. “I dare you to tell us one of your kinks.”

Nobara’s eyes widened slightly, her confident facade faltering for just a second before she burst into laughter. “Oh, come on! Alright, fine.” She leaned back, her cheeks flushed—though whether it was from the alcohol or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell. “I like it rough—like really rough.”

The room collectively gasped before bursting into a mixture of laughter and wide-eyed stares. Yuji let out a loud “What?!” while Maki just shrugged with a look that said, Not surprised.

“That’s way too much information,” Yuji groaned, covering his face with his hands while Nobara smacked him on the back.

“What, too much for you, Yuji?” Nobara teased, clearly enjoying the moment. “Maybe I’ll dial it back next time.”

Toge snickered quietly, glancing at Yuji, whose face was flushed for an entirely different reason now.

—

The game continued, each round more daring and revealing. Maki, always calm and collected, had admitted that she preferred someone who could challenge her both physically and ‘test her limits.’

Toge, while still being mostly silent, revealed through hand gestures and a few simple words that he liked to be taken control of and bossed around—makes sense given his cursed speech ability.

Yuji, with his usual lack of filter, shared a little too much about his curiosity in trying anything—and he meant everything—at least once, leaving Nobara shaking her head and everyone else laughing.

By the time it was Megumi’s turn again, the air in the room felt charged, the stakes higher now that almost everyone had bared more than just their emotions.

Maki’s sharp gaze landed on Megumi, and you could practically see the gears turning in her mind. “Alright, Fushiguro, truth or dare?”

He looked almost bored, but you could tell he was being careful. “Dare.”

A slow, almost wicked grin spread across Maki’s face. “I dare you to kiss y/n.”

Your heart nearly stopped. The laughter and chatter from the others faded into the background as you locked eyes with Megumi. His expression didn’t change, but you noticed how his eyes darkened slightly, like he was weighing his options.

The whole room seemed to still, waiting for his next move.

Without breaking eye contact, Megumi stood up, moving toward you with a calmness that belied the tension swirling around him. Every step he took seemed deliberate, and you could feel the heat rising to your face as the distance between you closed.

He stopped right in front of you, so close you could feel the warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne mixed with the alcohol in the air. His voice was low when he spoke, meant only for your ears. “Are you okay with this?”

You could barely nod, your breath hitching as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that started soft, almost teasing.

But when you responded, pressing into him, the kiss deepened, the intensity building between you until all the nerves and tension melted away. His hand slipped to your waist, pulling you closer, his thumb brushing against your skin in slow, deliberate circles.

When he finally pulled away, the room erupted in cheers and teasing catcalls, but you could hardly focus on any of it.

The only thing you could think about was the way Megumi’s hand lingered on your waist, his eyes still locked on yours as though you were the only person in the room.

“Wow,” Yuji finally broke the silence, clapping his hands together. “That was intense.”

“Way to go, Fushiguro,” Nobara added, winking at you with a knowing smile.

Megumi, still quiet, returned to his spot beside you, but this time, his body language was different.

There was no more guarded front, no more distance. Instead, his knee brushed against yours, his arm resting just a little too close to be accidental.

The game had peeled back some of his usual stoicism, and now there was something deeper lurking beneath his calm exterior—something you could feel humming in the space between you. 

You dared to glance over at him, only to find his eyes already on you, their dark intensity sending a rush of heat to your cheeks. He didn't look away, didn't even try to hide the fact that he was watching you.

Your breath hitched slightly, the sudden weight of his gaze pressing down on you, making your pulse quicken. It was like he was trying to read you, see past the casual facade you were putting up for the others.

But his eyes weren’t just curious—they were hungry, filled with a desire you weren’t sure you were ready to face head-on, but that also thrilled you in ways you hadn’t expected.

The others were too caught up in their laughter to notice the way the air crackled between you and Megumi, but you were hyper-aware of every single movement he made. Even the subtle shift in his posture, the way his hand rested dangerously close to your thigh, sent sparks through you.

You swallowed, trying to shake off the way your skin prickled with awareness, but it was impossible. The more you tried to ignore him, the more your body seemed to betray you, the warmth in your stomach spreading lower with every lingering glance he threw your way.

Then, as if on cue, Megumi stood up, his movements slow and deliberate. "I'm getting another bottle," he murmured, his voice low and rough around the edges, like he was holding back more than just his words.

You weren’t prepared for what came next. As he rose, his hand grazed your thigh—a light, seemingly casual touch, but it set every nerve in your body on fire. 

His fingers lingered for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary, sending a jolt of electricity through you, and when you looked up, his eyes met yours again, darker now, filled with an unspoken promise. 

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, everything around you blurred—Nobara’s laughter, Yuji’s teasing, Maki’s quips—all of it fading into the background. 

All you could focus on was the heat of Megumi’s touch, the way it had seared through you, leaving your skin tingling with anticipation—you wanted him, bad.

The room felt too small, too hot, and you were suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of space between you and him. It was nothing, really—a simple touch, a brush of fingers—but it felt like everything.

Like the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving only the tension that crackled between you both.

He disappeared for a moment, leaving you to catch your breath. But even as he walked away, you could still feel him. It was like his presence clung to you, the weight of his gaze lingering on your skin even in his absence.

When Megumi returned with another bottle of sake, his calm facade was back in place, but you weren’t fooled. There was a subtle shift in the way he moved, the way his eyes flicked to you as he sat back down, this time even closer than before. 

His thigh brushed against yours, just barely, but it was enough to send another rush of heat pooling in your stomach.

You could feel him now, not just his physical presence, but the storm of emotions brewing just beneath the surface.

You shifted in your seat, suddenly too aware of every inch of your body—how close you were sitting, the way your legs almost touched, the heat radiating off him.

It felt like every breath you took was somehow synced with his, the air between you buzzing with a tension that neither of you acknowledged out loud but was impossible to ignore.

Nobara was saying something, but you barely registered the words. Your focus had narrowed, zeroing in on the way Megumi’s fingers brushed against the rim of his glass, the way his jaw clenched slightly when he looked at you, like he was holding something back. 

The tension was suffocating, but in the best possible way, like it was wrapping around you, pulling you both into a world where nothing else mattered.

You shifted again, but this time it felt deliberate. The tiniest of movements, your knee brushing against his, the fabric of his pants against your skin. 

It was innocent enough on the surface, but the way his eyes darkened in response told you everything you needed to know. The tension between you had been building for too long, simmering just beneath the surface, and now, it felt like it was reaching a boiling point.

When he looked at you again, his gaze was heated, his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something but was holding back. You couldn’t help the way your pulse quickened, your heart thudding in your chest. 

You wanted him to break first, to give in to whatever this was that had been hanging between you for so long.

—

The night was winding down, but the weight of everything that had been said—and left unsaid—hung heavily in the air. The others had drifted off to their rooms, their laughter fading into the background as the dorm grew quieter.

It was just you and Megumi now, the soft glow of the lamplight casting long shadows across the room, highlighting the distance between you that was rapidly shrinking with every passing second.

Megumi stood close, his usual stoic expression softer now, more vulnerable than you had ever seen. His fingers brushed against your arm, sending a spark of electricity down your spine. His eyes flickered, like he was searching for the right words but couldn’t quite find them.

"You’re staying, right?" His voice was quiet, hesitant, the rough edge of his usual demeanor replaced with something rawer, something real.

You nodded, heart pounding. "Yeah. I’m staying."

The silence that followed was thick with anticipation, the unspoken tension between you two finally rising to the surface after simmering for so long.

You could feel the magnetic pull between you, an invisible thread tugging you closer, binding you in this shared moment of vulnerability and desire. 

Before you could say anything else, Megumi’s resolve seemed to snap. His lips were on yours again, more urgent this time, as if the dam holding back everything he’d been feeling for so long had finally burst.

His hands slipped to your waist, pulling you flush against him, his grip firm but careful, like he was afraid to let go.

This kiss was different from the one earlier, more intense, filled with unspoken promises and a hunger that neither of you had fully realized until now.

It was as if all the time spent pretending, all the looks, the touches, the quiet moments shared between you, had led to this. 

You let out a long-awaited moan into his mouth as your lips moved hungrily in sync, as if releasing all the tension you’d been sitting in all night.

The fire between you was no longer just a flicker—it had ignited into something all-consuming, something you couldn’t ignore any longer.

You kissed him back with equal intensity, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pressed yourself closer, desperate to erase any remaining space between you. 

His lips moved against yours with a rhythm that felt both familiar and new, like you had been waiting for this moment your entire life. The heat between you was overwhelming, your mind hazy with the sheer closeness of him.

Megumi’s hands roamed your waist, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, his fingers rough and warm as they explored the sensitive skin beneath.

His touch was deliberate, slow, as though he was savoring every second, every inch of your body that he could claim. 

Each pass of his fingertips was electric, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, igniting a fire deep inside you that you could no longer contain.

The moment his skin touched yours, it was like a spark had been lit, an intense awareness coursing through your body. 

His hands slid up the curve of your waist, pausing just beneath your ribs, his thumbs grazing the underside of your chest with an aching slowness that sent shivers racing down your spine.

The contact was subtle, but the heat from his touch seared into you, making your breath hitch and your pulse race.

Your senses were on overdrive—every small stroke of his fingers, the way his nails lightly grazed your skin, sent a rush of heat pooling in your core.

The alcohol had dulled your inhibitions, making you hyper-aware of every inch of him against you, but it was more than that. 

The intimacy, the raw connection you shared with him, was overwhelming, heightening the undeniable chemistry that crackled between you.

You could feel it in every brush of his skin against yours, every soft exhale of his breath on your neck as he nibbled at your soft skin.

The tension built with every passing second, your body responding to him in ways you couldn’t control. 

His hands moved higher, his touch growing bolder, more possessive, and it was almost unbearable—the way you ached for more, for him to go further, to close the distance that still remained between you.

Your body trembled beneath his touch, anticipation coursing through your veins as you leaned into him, needing him closer, needing more of him.

Your soft gasp filled the space between you as Megumi’s lips pressed against the side of your neck, trailing a slow, deliberate path down your skin. His breath was warm, ragged, and every exhale sent a wave of heat coursing through you. 

He kissed the sensitive spot just below your ear, the warmth of his lips and the scrape of his teeth drawing another shiver from you. It was maddening—the way he took his time, teasing you with soft, lingering kisses that left your body trembling with need.

His lips pressed against the hollow of your throat, and the sensation of his mouth on your skin made you feel like you were unraveling, your body responding to him with a mind of its own. 

Every kiss, every stroke of his fingers sent another wave of heat crashing through you, your thoughts muddled by the intoxicating combination of alcohol, desire, and the closeness of his body against yours.

You could feel his breath falter, his own restraint slipping as his lips moved against your skin, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable. He kissed lower, his lips trailing along your collarbone, leaving a path of warmth and want in their wake. 

Your heart raced, your body thrumming with the need for more, for him to touch you everywhere, to finally give in to the desire that had been building between you for what felt like forever.

As his hands tightened around your waist, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin, you knew that you weren’t the only one losing control.

Megumi’s breath came faster, more ragged, his kisses turning hungrier, more desperate, as though he was just as consumed by this moment as you were. 

The world outside faded into nothing, leaving only the two of you, tangled in each other, the heat of your bodies and the tension that had been simmering between you for far too long finally breaking free.

He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as both of you caught your breath. His hands still held you close, refusing to let go, and when his eyes met yours again, they were dark with an intensity that made your heart race.

"Y/n," he whispered, his voice rough and low, filled with a vulnerability that made your chest tighten. "I’ve wanted this for so long... wanted you."

Your heart fluttered at his confession, the weight of his words settling deep inside you. You had always known there was something between you and Megumi, but hearing it from him, feeling it in the way he touched you, made it all feel so much more real.

"I’ve wanted you too," you whispered back, your voice barely audible, but you knew he heard it. He didn’t need words to understand—he could feel it in the way you clung to him, the way your body fit perfectly against his.

He captured your lips again, this time slower, deeper, savoring every second of it. The kiss was languid, filled with all the emotions you had both been too afraid to admit until now. His hands traced up your back, drawing you impossibly closer, his fingers tangled in your hair as the kiss grew more passionate.

The world outside faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in each other’s warmth and need. Time seemed to stretch, the only sound in the room the soft gasps and sighs as you both gave in to the moment, to the desire that had been building between you for so long.

Whatever unspoken boundaries had existed between you and Megumi before this night had shattered, leaving only the two of you, tangled in each other’s arms, with nothing but your shared desire and the heat of the moment to guide you.

There was no turning back now.

[r0-boat]

🪶 anon here! Can I request dating headcanons for ZZZ Lighter, and Billy with gn s/o please?

I'm always happy to do more ZZZ since it's becoming more and more of hyper fixation just like whb!

ZZZ Lighter & Billy dating headcannons

Sfw gn!reader

Lighter Lorenz

Lighter usually lets you choose where you want to go. And he is perfectly fine to tag along with you wherever you go. However, if you ask him where he wants to go, he'll give you a small smile and hesitate. His kinds of dates are not typical and sometimes a little dangerous, but he's confident he could protect you.

His kind of dates are not like the fancy dinners and flashy amusement parks. His dates are usually night drives out in the desert. Or a little more dangerous, like taking you to Old Ghost towns or abandoned buildings. Usually illegal, but given that he is the champion of the sons of Caledon, they don't normally care where he goes as long as he is not endangering himself or others. Lighter will always know just where to take you. He rides out a lot. This desert can be quite beautiful if you know where to look. And he can show you that if you let him...

Lighter prefers being as far away from others as possible so it's just you and him. Bonus points if the two of you get to do a little extra.

I can also see Lighter taking you to a bar or a diner if it weren't for the fact that the sons of Caledon really like to peek into his love life. For some reason his 'sisters' is really like to steal your attention.

Sometimes, when Lighter takes you on a date, it could last for more than just a day; I could see you later taking you camping, especially in a spot that He's been dying to take you, probably somewhere at an Oasis he found. Of course, Lighter doesn't like to tell you where he's taking you for camping dates or dates; he'll ask you if you want to hang with him for a day or two and tell you to pack your stuff.

Billy Kid

A place where both of you could have fun; he doesn't want you to be his partner; He wants you to be his ultimate best friend. At first, he might choose places he likes, hoping you'd like them.

Places where he could show off his gaming skills and then lose horribly on trying to win you a prize. He wants to bring you places where he likes every now and then he will look and see if you're having fun and then at the end of the day till ask you how was your experience and how much did you like it!

Billy is very childish, And he wants to have fun with you on dates dinners are not usually his thing (because He can't eat solid food) So if you don't like these places like amusement parks or fun thrill-seeking places, if those are not your kind of places please bear with him. This is his first relationship.

Billy tends to take the lead in the relationship without meaning to. He gets so excited to show you this place he found or this enjoyable place he has been dying to take you for ages. It's a habit so much so that Nicole chews him out for it, and he starts getting better to take note of your suggestions as well. Because there are places that you want to take him And he should let you choose sometimes.

At home dates make him so nervous!!! His head spinning as every scene from a lot of romance movies usually start the spicy scene at home. He doesn't know what to do and his whole body is shaking please help him. Of course he's overthinking it and the two of you are just watching a movie.

[infamous-if]

Spicy Snippet #1: Orion

As a thank you for 6k, I will write a variation of romantic/suggestive stuff for the ROs. I don't usually write in those contexts because I like sticking to canon in order not to spoil it when the the time comes in-story, but I think we are overdue for some! Starting with Orion!

"This is inappropriate."

Even though the words are said through a throaty hum you can feel against your lips, you don't stop nipping at Orion's throat. He sits with one arm propped, the other on your back as you straddle him on the edge of the bed. Orion, with all of his complaints, is hilariously compliant. He moves his head to give you more space for his neck, shuddering when your biting turns to salacious swipes of your tongue.

"Should I stop?" you ask through your kisses, your words muffled. The question has Orion's arm gliding over you to hold you tighter, the answer loud and clear.

"Are you trying to give me a hickey?" he asks. His voice trails off when you lick just the right spot, making a small squeak of a whimper leave his lips. You've learned that Orion is a vocal participant, his breathy reactions only encouraging you further. "You know..." His throat bobs when he swallows. "Cameras." He can't even form a coherent sentence, which is the most satisfying part. "I will be on my best behavior."

"I doubt that—" In one swift move, Orion grabs you and rolls you over until he's hovering over you. You're breathless from both surprise and excitement. He has you pinned with his hands on either side of your face, and his cheeks are flushed.

"Can you imagine?" He says, leaning down to brush his lips against yours, featherlight. It makes your body shudder. "Us doing this in a room of executives?" He brushes his nose against yours with endless delicacy, teasing you. So close and yet not quite there. "Forced to watch?" His mouth goes to the hollow of your throat, his teeth grazing your skin until you're swallowing. "Think of the scandal."

Another thing about Orion Quinn? He's a cheeky bastard.

You can hardly breathe, especially not when Orion sits up, towering over you as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes stay on you, his fingers deft and skilled, your gazes never breaking.

"You—" You swallow, propping yourself up on your elbows. "You would faint if that were to happen."

A low laugh escapes him, but his gaze turns hungry, heated at the thought. Almost as if fainting isn't what he would do at all. "You're right. HR would have me ruined."

"You are HR!" You lift your hand to put it on the last button that remains, fully intending to unbutton it for him. Orion puts his own hand over yours, directing it over the buckle of his belt. Your mouth waters. You know exactly what he wants, and he's not shy about telling you. "Knowing you," you swallow, using two fingers to remove the loop of the belt from the buckle, "you would punish yourself." "Saying that in this context is quite suggestive." He grins, taking the belt off and tossing it aside. Your fingers get to work on the button of his slacks.

"I'm being completely serious." You bite your lip, your body heating when he grabs your hand and plants a chaste, loving kiss to the inside of your palm, removing his pants with his other hand. "Get your mind out of the gutter, horndog."

"Sorry," he says, not sounding sorry at all.

He proceeds to bend down, nuzzling his nose into your neck until you're letting out a surprised laugh, failing to swat him away when he continues to tickle you. Eventually, he stops. And then Orion Quinn begins doing something else that has you forgetting exactly what you two were even talking about. Doesn't matter.

[theplaid-wearingmoose]

Sticky Sweet~Sylus x Reader smut~

Inspired by Sylus's birthday event and this artwork

Warnings: Use of pet names, spicy acts involving food, public sex, Sylus is initially confused but quickly gets on board

You said you'd be right back. You had left Sylus in the empty clearing while you ran to the gift shop. "One more present." You claimed. Sylus didn't get nervous but he felt a curious excitement bubbling in his chest in anticipation of whatever you had planned.

Sylus laid on the soft ground and stared at the trees and clouds above him, letting his mind relax and wander as he waited for you to return. His fingers absentmindedly using his evol to play with the small leaf that had floated down. Maybe he was just impatient from the anticipation but you certainly were taking a long time. Sylus wondered whether he should get up and come look for you, just in case he needed to rescue you from some situation that threatened to ruin the good day.

Just as he was about to rise to his feet, you rushed back through the trees, grinning widely at him. "I'm back!" You exclaimed, excitedly. Sylus let out a soft chuckle and settled back onto his elbows. "You certainly took your sweet time, kitten. I hope whatever this gift is was worth making the birthday boy wait so long." You rolled your eyes playfully. "Don't be so dramatic, I was gone for like 10 minutes!"

You yelped in surprise as Sylus quickly lunged forward and grabbed your arm, yanking you down with him. "Sylus! Be careful, you'll break the gift!" Sylus looked down at the little gift bag in your hands. "Right, we wouldn't that. Well, sweetie? Hand it over." He said, his lips forming that familiar smirk. You grinned and sat back as you watched him sift through the tissue paper to find the glass bottle inside. He paused as he looked at it. "You got me...syrup?" The confusion on his face made you burst into laughter. "You don't like it? Think of all the stuff you could put it on." You took the bottle from him and unscrewed the cap. Flashing him a devilish look, you straddled his waist before tugging on the buttons of his shirt, popping them open.

Sylus' eyes darted from your hands to your face, confusion flashing in them for a brief moment. Grinning, you bite your lip and tip the bottle of syrup, letting the sticky liquid drizzle down his chest. His breath hitched in his throat. "Sweetie..." He gasped, his confusion quickly fading into intrigue. "Oopsie...sorry Sy! You're getting all sticky...let me help you clean up." You purred. You leaned down and licked a long, slow stripe up his torso. His body tensed under and you smiled to yourself as you heard another choked gasp escape him. You continued to tease him, slowly cleaning the delicious syrup from his chest. He could feel his pants tightening as your warm tongue swept over his skin. "This is...not nice of you, kitten. You're going to tease me like this...fuck...on my birthday?" You sat up and wiped your mouth suggestively. "Oh I think I'm being very nice to the birthday boy. I guess I have to try harder." You shrugged. Before Sylus could question you, you yanked his belt open and shimmied his pants down just enough to free his hard length from straining against the fabric any more.

Sylus let his head fall back as you drizzled more syrup on his aching cock. "F-fuck, sweetie...that's really not fair." He moaned. You hummed happily as you teased him with your tongue. His hands fisted into your hair while you took him in your mouth, The sticky sweetness mixing with the taste of his precum sent tingles straight to your core. "Ohh fuuuuck, kitten. Your mouth is amazing." He groaned. Encouraged by the sounds he was making, you took him even deeper down your throat. Sylus groaned and ran his hand through his hair, trying to keep his eyes on you. The pleasure along with your boldness at even doing this in the first place, was quickly overwhelming him. He could feel his release approaching faster than he wanted. It was his birthday, sure, but he wanted you to feel good too. He pulled you off him gently and kissed your pouted lips. "What are you doing?" Your disappointed tone had him chuckling to himself. "It's my turn now, sweetie."

In an instant you were facing away from him, bent over his legs, your skirt pushed up, and your panties pulled to the side. Sylus' large hands massaged your ass before he took the bottle and dripped syrup down your pussy. A low growl escaped his throat as he watched you clench around nothing, whimpering at the tickle of the syrup sliding down your entrance. "S-Sylus...you're not playing fair." You gasped. He laughed darkly. "But it's my birthday, kitten. We do what I want, remember?" He didn't even give you a chance to respond before shoving his face into your wet heat. You cried out and your body lurched forward, trying to escape the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Sylus anticipated this however and locked his arms around your hips, lifting you off the ground slightly and preventing you from moving away from his mouth. At this angle you had no choice but to let your face rest between his thighs, unable to even move yourself back enough to keep your mouth on his cock. Your mouth fell open as you felt his tongue explore you. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, licking the delicious syrup from your dripping core. He could see why you were so enthusiastic when it was your mouth on him. The taste of sweet combined with yours was intoxicating. Your whimpers and moans were a heavenly addition and Sylus felt like he was going to burst without you even touching him.

You cried out as his tongue flicked against your clit before his lips wrapped around it, sucking gently. "S-Sylus please...." You whined, not even knowing what you were begging for exactly. Sylus smirked and a cocky laugh vibrated against you pussy. "This syrup is almost as sweet as your begging, kitten. I think I'd like more of both." He growled. He turned you over and laid you on your back between his legs. You thanked your lucky stars that you wore a bra that unhooked in the front as Sylus pushed up your top. He effortlessly unsnapped your bra with just a finger, baring your breasts to him. You gasped as he poured more syrup on your chest, covering your sensitive nipples in the sweet liquid. He pulled you up to straddle his lap and cupped your breasts in his large hands. His warm tongue swept over your nipples, licking and sucking to clean the syrup off you.

Your head was spinning from the intense pleasure you were receiving. Your fingers threaded through his silver hair as he squeezed and massaged your tits. "Oh my god, Sylus...please...please fuck me!" You sobbed. Sylus released your nipple with a pop! before looking up at you, his chin shining from syrup and saliva. "Are you making demands on my birthday, sweetheart?" He teased. You shook your head quickly with a whimper. "N-no I just...I just really need you." You asked, your voice coming out in a breathless tone. Sylus hummed and kissed your neck softly. His hands moved down to your hips and he began to slowly rock you back and forth on him. You gasped as you felt the tip of his cock catch your clit every time Sylus moved you forward. "You want me to take you here in this clearing, don't you, kitten?" You arms tightened around his shoulders and you buried your face in his neck to hide your embarrassment. "You know you have to ask nicely if you want something from me, sweetie. Especially today. So beg me....beg for my help." You choked out a moan and pressed your face into his neck more. But Sylus wasn't having any of that. "Oh I don't think so, sweetie. You better beg for me or we can go back home right. now."

He punctuated his words with two sharp tugs on your hips, his tip nudging your clit in a delicious way. "Ohhh god f-fuck Sylus okay! Please! Please take me...right here where anybody could see us. Fuck me please! I need you so badly. I need you right now, baby please!"

Sylus' eyes darkened at your words and he pulled you down against him roughly, crushing his lips against yours. "You certainly have a way with words, kitten." He growled. He reached down between you and lined his aching cock up with your soaked pussy. Biting his lip and staring into your eyes, he thrusted up into you, both of you moaning loudly. Giving you little time to adjust Sylus effortlessly bounced you up and down. His fingers dug tightly into your hips, definitely leaving bruises but you didn't mind. You couldn't mind when his cock was hitting your sensitive areas so perfectly. He was so deep inside you, all you could feel was him. Sylus was everywhere. His hands on your hips, his mouth on your face and neck, the feeling was so overwhelming, you didn't know how long you were going to last. Your head was swimming as Sylus nibbled sweetly on the weak spot on your neck.

"You're clenching around me so tightly, princess. I can feel how close you are. I want you to cum for me. You want to grant me my birthday wish, don't you, sweetie?" He rasped in your ear. You whimpered and nodded quickly. "Yes! Give you whatever you want!" You cried out, the pleasure becoming too much. "Then cum on my cock, sweetheart. My wish is for you to make a mess all over me." He whispered. His head lowered back to your breasts and he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth while leaning back to speed up his thrusts inside you. Your nails dug into his chest as you could do nothing but take what he gave you. His grip on you was too tight to rock your hips back on your own so you let Sylus use you. He moaned and flicked his tongue on your nipples, sending you into an intense orgasm. You threw your head back and cried out his name as you gushed all over his cock. Sylus didn't let up. His cock continued to pound into you, extending you orgasm until he reached his. He released your nipple and let his head fall back against the grass. "Let me cum inside you, sweetie...please." Sylus' sweet plea took you by surprise and you clenched involuntarily at his words. "Cum inside me, Sy...please fill me up." You moaned. Sylus' eyes rolled back in his head as you tightened around him. "You're always so good for me, sweetie. I'm gonna fucking fill this sweet pussy up. I want you to feel me for a week." Sylus growled.

He gripped the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. He moaned loudly against your lips as he came hard inside you. You felt his warmth shoot inside you, making you feel so full. You collapsed on top of his chest, panting heavily against him.

After a few minutes of catching your breath, you lifted your head off his chest. "Happy birthday, Sy." You sighed happily. "Thank you, sweetie." He hummed back, his hands running smoothly over your hair. "Did you have a good birthday?" You asked, your eyes big and hopeful. Sylus smiled warmly at you and kissed the top of your head. "Of course I did. You made this the most special day I've ever had. Thank you, my love."

The two of you lay there quietly for a few more minutes before you lifted your head off his chest again. "We should probably go home and clean up. We're kinda covered in sticky stuff." You laughed. Sylus sighed and laughed softly. "Good idea, but I think I might want to indulge my sweet tooth a little more once we're home...it's still my birthday after all..."

A/N: This is my first Sylus fic!! I've only been playing LaDS for about a month but I really enjoy it and Sylus was basically the whole reason I downloaded it in the first place. Hope you enjoy!!