#only one bed isn’t gonna be awkward for them!!!!

[sodacowboy]

having ocs is the worst like wdym I have to be the one to draw them and write about them

[headkiss]

Clark x shy! reader was soo freaking cuteeeeee babe i need more. Maybe their first date or first time staying the night with each other, where reader is flustered and clark remedies it

Love your writing queen

thank u so much lovely!! (part 2 of this request, but can be read as standalone!) | 0.9k, fluff, word girl used in reference to reader <3

Clark Kent is in your shower.

A month ago, you never would have believed it. It was the kind of thing that really only happened in your dreams. Now, though, you can hear the sound of the water running. The sound of something falling and a muffled curse, too.

So yes, he is actually in your shower and he is also sort of your boyfriend. Almost.

You’ve only been on a handful of dates, but you’ve known Clark long enough — have had feelings for him long enough — to know that this is the kind of thing that just feels good and easy and right.

Clark had already been planning on asking you out when Lois told him to “please put that poor girl out of her misery” and that was the final push. Not that he needed it.

He’s different outside of work, you’ve learned. Somehow even sweeter and sometimes you have to pinch yourself when he isn’t looking just to make sure that this is real.

Tonight is one of those times, because he’s spending the night for the first time. Because you’re waiting on your bed, straightening pillows and fixing the sheets while he’s showering feet away.

Especially because he walks out of your bathroom with sweatpants hanging low on his waist and his t-shirt stuck halfway over his head.

And you’re not blind. So of course your eyes flick down to his chest and his stomach, still a little damp. Of course you can’t bring yourself to look away or move until he clears his throat “A little help?”

“Oh!”

You walk over to him and find the hem of his shirt. It’s all rolled and twisted against his back, and he has to bend his knees a little to help you reach it properly. Your fingers brush against his skin as you tug it down into place, and it feels like touching a piece of art.

Clark’s hair is a wet mess when he gets his head through the neckline, and you smile as you fix that, too. He straightens when you’re done, takes your wrist into one hand and kisses your palm.

“Thanks. Got stuck on my glasses.”

“Mm, I think you did that on purpose. Ulterior motives and all.”

Clark doesn’t tell you that he did not in fact get stuck in his shirt on purpose — he really is that awkward. He knows you’re not the type to initiate things very often, and he relishes the feeling of your hands on him, of you near him in any way.

He simply smiles, a little guilty, something close to smug but not so conceited. “Uh huh. And thanks for the shower.”

You feel like you should be thanking him. It’s a surreal kind of intimacy to see him this way, to have him in your apartment, smelling like your soap.

“The water pressure’s not the best. And I got you a toothbrush.” You pick a piece of lint from his shoulder, “Do you need anything else?”

Clark has yet to stop grinning. “I’m perfect, stop worrying about me.”

“I always worry,” you shrug, shoulder to your cheek.

It’s then that he notices that you’re still in your work clothes, too focused on your face and your hands on him before. “Aren’t you gonna get comfy? I mean, I love those pants, but surely you don’t wanna hit the hay in them.”

“‘Hit the hay,’” you repeat. Such a dork.

A dork that still makes you nervous. Not as bad as you had been before, but there are still moments when you’re not sure how to act around him.

He levels you with a kind, pleading look. Be honest, he’s asking you.

You sigh, face turned away to mumble “My pajamas aren’t sexy.”

Clark gently nudges you to face him again with a knuckle to your chin. “Honey, clothes don’t make you sexy, it’s the other way around. If you’re worried about what I’ll think, don’t. I think you’re beautiful in anything because you’re you.”

He says it like it’s simple. A fact.

Then he’s slapping his hands over his glasses and turning around. “I won’t look, promise.”

It’s so sweet you could cry. There isn’t a judgemental bone in his body when it comes to you, and each time you’re reminded of that you fall for him a little more.

So, you get up and go to your dresser and change. Clark listens to the sound of your feet against the floors, the drawers being pulled open. When he hears you slipping your clothes off, he thinks he could come undone from the sound alone.

Once you’re changed into a pair of boxer shorts and a baggy shirt with a neckline so stretched it nearly hangs off your shoulder, you’re climbing onto your bed and tapping Clark’s shoulder. “Okay. Done.”

He turns around, smiles that dimpled smile again and gets you both settled under the covers.

He’s facing you, glasses still on, cheek pressed into your floral pillowcase, hand pushing the hair from your face. “Told you you’d look pretty.”

“Don’t be fooled. There’s a hole in the armpit of this shirt.”

He shifts to his back, both hands finding the armpit seam of his own tee, and rips it. “There, now we match.”

“Clark! I’m sewing that up tomorrow,” you say. A pause, then: “Do you need another pillow? Sorry my bed’s kinda small.”

He tugs you close and pulls your face to his chest, effectively silencing your worries with the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

[sevikasbooyahh]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

Just random random headcannons about my wife <3

She makes lots of noises; grunts, sighs, groans. It’s basically a language that only you can understand at this point.

“Hmph,” she grunted with her usual grumpy expression. “You want cuddles?” She nods her head in response.

Snores but denies it. It’s like when you’re sharing a hotel room with your family and your dad’s snoring keeps you awake; staring at the ceiling. You’ve told her multiple times but she just doesn’t believe it.

“You kept me awake all night,” you said in disbelief as your utterly exhausted eyes met hers. “Uh-huh, how? Do NOT say because I was snoring.””You were snoring.”

But in all seriousness, she started sleeping on her side—the snoring was due to her sleeping on her back.

Doesn’t care for public affection, not that she won’t slip her arm around your waist or have her hand on your thigh once in a while—but it isn’t often.

(Saw someone else say this)—absolutely loves dad jokes. She won’t laugh at anything else but dad jokes.

“Hey babe,” you slid next to her on the couch. “Hm?””What days are the strongest?“ you asked. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Saturday and Sunday,” you started to smile. “Why?” She was slightly curious. “‘Cause the rest are weekdays,” she couldn’t even hold it before she burst out laughing.

Takes her mechanical arm off before she goes to bed because she doesn’t wanna hurt you.

Tough with everyone else but you, Jinx and Isha (they’re alive and well).

Isha made a cheerful noise as she raised her tea cup. Sevika sat across from her, hunched over the small table, teacup in hand. She pretended to drink from it, “Mm, nice.”

Perfers actions over words—for example, her version of an apology is by doing more of what she should’ve done in the past. If she wasn’t spending much time with you before, she’d immediately take it upon herself to fix her schedule.

VERY protective, especially when you’re at The Last Drop, nothing escapes her vision.

Once, this guy attempted to flirt with you but before he could get a word out, he was immediately met with a deadly glare from her. She pulled you closer towards her with a raised eyebrow, “You got something to say?” That sent him babbling in fear, “Uh-no, no, of course not!—“”Get out of my sight.”

Claims she’s not an animal person but will come home with a kitten she found on the street.

“It wouldn’t stop following me,” she said while avoiding eye contact with you. You knew she was lying.

Sometimes when she comes back from work she’ll just collapse on the couch. She’s a busy woman, alright?

Jinx cut her hair then made fun of her afterwards.

Jinx cackled after she looked at the final product, “Sweetcheeks ain’t gonna love you now, are they?” The older woman simply grumbled under breath, “You’re the one who cut it.””Yeah and I made it ugly on purpose.”

You ended up loving her hair anyway.

Secretly likes when you lay on top of her; loves seeing how comfortable you are

She’s always warm; your personal heater

Somehow gives the best hugs—bear hugs, but is so awkward with it

Takes the longest showers known to mankind; once she gets in, be prepared to wait about an hour. Meanwhile, half the time it’s just her staring at the wall.

Will let Isha climb her on rare occasions; sometimes the girl gets insanely hyper and is moving all over the place.

Says she’s “not fond of kids” but has a soft spot for them.

A little boy with blue-dyed hair walked up to her while she was outside one day. “H-hi, can you please sign this?” He asked in a soft-spoken manner, showing a drawing, offered with a crayon. She didn’t respond but took the paper and signed her name on the back. Internally, she was in disbelief that this boy looked up to her in some way. “Thank you!” He gave a big smile before running back to his group of friends, happily showing them the signature. A twitch edged at the end of her mouth.

[izanacore]

“can’t say no” | rindou haitani x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: rindou and y/n have always been best friends—doing everything together, no boundaries, no awkwardness. but when y/n calls him over for an unexpected favor, things take a turn neither of them saw coming. one request changes everything… and stopping isn’t as easy as they thought.

characters: rindou haitani, fem!reader, ran haitani

warnings: smut (18+), best friends to fwb, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, dirty talk, slight choking, hair pulling, manhandling, praise, mild degradation, phone sex (sort of), ran being nosy, possessive rindou, teasing, implied multiple rounds, slight innocence kink, slight corruption kink, slight exhibitionism/voyeurism, “just the tip” (fails miserably), and overall just very bad decision-making

notes: ig we are all just down bad for rindou. and i had to put ran here, i can’t really separate the two.

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rindou and y/n were best friends. the kind that did everything together—eating, studying, sleepovers, movie marathons. the kind that talked about sex like it was just another tuesday. casual. effortless. harmless.

but they had never crossed that line.

until one afternoon.

y/n: rin, come over. need ur help w something lol

rindou: ok. omw. u want food on the way?

y/n: nah, got leftovers here.

rindou: alright. see u.

ten minutes later, the door to y/n’s apartment swung open. nothing surprising. rindou had a key of his own at this point.

“riiiiin… come here,” her voice rang out, laced with a whine.

rindou strolled into her bedroom, hands in his pockets, only to freeze at the sight before him.

y/n. sprawled across her bed. sheets barely covering her. skin flushed. hair a mess. breathing just a little too uneven.

yeah. she just fucked someone.

rindou swallowed. hard. not that he hadn’t seen her naked before—because let’s be honest, their friendship had long since left the realm of normal—but this? this was different. this was post-sex. this was…

“yo, what’s up?” he asked, forcing himself to sound unaffected.

y/n patted the bed beside her. “rin, come.”

his jaw ticked. he walked over but didn’t sit. “what is it this time?”

she huffed, pushing her hair back. “so… i just had someone over—”

“yeah, no shit,” rindou deadpanned.

“listen!!” she whined again. “so… i need your help with something. it’s… it’s okay if you don’t want to, but you’re the only one i trust, y’know?”

rindou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “yeah, yeah. just spit it out.”

y/n’s face twisted in frustration. “i’m so fucking annoyed. this guy just—ugh. he came too much on me, and i want it out. like now.”

rindou exhaled sharply. “so what do you want me to do?”

y/n looked up at him, lips parting, voice breathy when she said—

“fuck me. i don’t know!!! just help me get it out of me.”

rindou sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “on your back.”

y/n shifted but paused. “wait. we’re not actually gonna fuck, right? just… y’know, you have to make the cum come out, so yeah.”

rindou nodded. “mhm.”

y/n laid back like he asked, pushing the sheets off her. rindou pulled his shirt over his head, then unbuttoned his jeans, but there was something almost hesitant about the way he did it—like he was still wrapping his head around the situation. y/n propped herself up on her elbows, watching him.

then, out of nowhere, rindou leaned in and kissed her.

her brows furrowed slightly, lips parting against his. “rin… you just… you just need to… no need for this.”

but she still kissed him back. it’s not like this was their first kiss or anything.

rindou pulled back just enough to mumble, “oh. s-sorry. i thought i had to, um… prep you first?”

y/n blinked, then chuckled. “oh. alright, i guess this isn’t bad.”

apparently, that was all the confirmation rindou needed because he dipped back down, this time kissing along her neck, slow and careful, like he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing—but the soft little sighs y/n let out told him he was doing just fine.

“rin… ugh…”

he swallowed hard. her moans sounded… different when they were for him.

when he was satisfied (or maybe just too flustered to keep going), he shifted, positioning himself between her legs, one of them resting over his shoulder.

“don’t go all in,” y/n reminded him, voice still breathy. “just… help me make it come out.”

rindou nodded quickly. “okay…”

his tip pushed against her entrance, sliding in just slightly as he moved at an almost careful pace.

“shit, y/n…”

after a few shallow thrusts, she exhaled. “is it working?”

rindou bit his lip, brows knitting together. “i… i don’t think so. should i go slightly deeper?”

“yes, please do.”

his breath hitched. he pushed in halfway, trying to focus—really trying—but fuck, she felt too good. the tight warmth, the way her walls clenched around him…

a shaky groan slipped past his lips before he could stop it, so he buried his face against her neck, hoping she wouldn’t notice just how much this was getting to him.

rindou kept going, one hand gripping her waist, the other bracing against the mattress beside her head. his breath was ragged, his pace relentless. “fuck, y/n… so this is how tight you are?”

y/n chuckled, tapping his back. “rin, i think it’s already out.”

but rindou wasn’t listening. he was too far gone, too drunk on the way she felt wrapped around him.

“rin…” she called again, but it was useless. instead of slowing down, he buried himself deeper, his thrusts turning rough, fast—skin slapping against skin in a way that left no room for restraint. he went all the way in. there was no going back now. he was fucking his best friend.

his fingers curled around her wrists, pinning her down. y/n moaned, arching into the pleasure. “rin… shit, you’re going too fast. slow down—”

but rindou wasn’t in the mood to listen. his mind was blank, consumed only by the feeling of her. before she could protest, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, pushing back inside with no warning. a sharp gasp left her lips as he fucked her harder, his hands gripping her arms, keeping her exactly where he wanted.

“shit, y/n, your pussy is so fucking good… should’ve fucked you before.”

suddenly, her phone rang.

rindou barely faltered, but he did release her arms, settling his hands on her waist instead. “answer it.”

y/n hesitated, then reached for her phone, swiping the screen. putting it on speaker, she assumed rindou’s brother needed something. “r-ran…?”

ran’s voice came through the speaker, casual. “hey, y/n. you with rindou right now?”

before y/n could respond, rindou snatched the phone from her hand. “what do you want?” he sounded breathless, impatient—still moving inside her.

“mom said you need to come home. she made dinner.”

rindou groaned, long and low, hips snapping into y/n without missing a beat.

ran went silent. then—

“are you guys fucking right now?”

rindou smirked. “yeah. so fuck off. tell mom i’ll be home soon.” he hung up before ran could say another word, tossing the phone aside.

without warning, he grabbed y/n, pulling her up until her back was against his chest. one hand slid up to her throat, fingers curling slightly, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. the other pinned her wrists behind her back as he fucked into her, deeper, harder.

y/n’s body trembled from the intensity. “rin… fuck, so good…”

“yeah?” he panted, voice rough. “better than the guy you had earlier?”

she nodded eagerly, too lost in the pleasure to think.

rindou suddenly leaned in, licking a slow stripe up her neck before capturing her lips in a deep, messy kiss—tongues tangling, teeth grazing, her fingers twisting into his hair as she moaned into his mouth.

“rin… i’m gonna cum. shit, ugh—”

“me too, y/n… fuck! love your pussy...”

the pleasure crashed over her, her whole body shaking as she came hard around him. rindou didn’t stop—he was chasing his own high, desperate for release. when y/n’s body went limp, falling forward onto the mattress, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look at him.

a few more brutal thrusts, and then—

“shit… shit!!!! ugh—”

rindou groaned as he came inside her, hips jerking, thrusts turning sloppy as he milked every last drop before finally pulling out and collapsing beside her.

y/n, still on her stomach, lifted herself just enough to crawl onto his chest, resting her head there. rindou’s arm lay lazily across the bed, completely spent.

she huffed. “i can’t believe you came inside me. you fucked me for nothing.”

rindou smirked, eyes still half-lidded. “then i’ll fuck it out of you again. at least this time, it’s my cum.”

y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “then it’s gonna be never-ending sex.”

rindou shrugged. “i don’t mind.”

she poked his side playfully, then sighed. “didn’t know you were a good fuck.”

rindou smirked. “you never asked.”

y/n bit her lip, glancing up at him. “…then let’s do it more often.”

rindou’s eyes darkened with interest, and just like that, they went for another round—completely forgetting about dinner at the haitani household.

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the walk home felt longer than usual. maybe it was the lingering exhaustion, or maybe it was the fact that his body still felt sensitive from earlier. either way, rindou was drained—but satisfied.

he pushed open the front door, stepping inside with a low sigh. “i’m home.”

from the dimly lit living room, ran’s voice greeted him. “you better come up with a good excuse to mom for coming home this late, or she’s gonna beat your ass.” he chuckled. “dinner’s on the table. just heat it up.”

“okay.” rindou’s response was flat as he made his way into the kitchen, too tired to care.

he barely had the microwave open when he sensed ran following him.

“was the sex that good you went on for hours?”

rindou didn’t even flinch, grabbing a plate. “yeah. best fuck i’ve ever had.” his voice was still painfully plain—too casual, as if he were talking about the weather.

ran hummed, leaning against the counter. he watched rindou for a moment before snorting. “y’know… if you didn’t make a move, i was gonna hit her up myself. that girl is so pretty. literally my type.”

rindou’s grip on the plate tightened slightly.

ran smirked. “man, i knew you had the hots for her. even before you did, but you were just too fucking slow.”

rindou exhaled through his nose, finally looking up. “fuck off. she’s off-limits now.”

ran chuckled, completely unbothered. “as if i care about that.”

and with that, he strolled out of the kitchen, leaving rindou scowling as he heated up his food.

but ran’s words lingered, and now rindou had a whole new problem—keeping his nosy ass brother away from his girl.

[nymphethotline]

Hey! Prompt ideas for Clark x reader:

- something like that episode of Smallville where Lois confesses her feelings for Clark on a lie detector when they're kidnapped

- slow, intimate sex to help relieve cramps

- “there’s only one bed” while traveling for investigate something together

caught in a flash

pairing – clark kent x reader

summary – a stakeout, car ride, and a booked hotel room all with the same guy you’re convinced doesn’t like you as much as you do him. what could go wrong?

word count – 3.7k (i got a little carried away 0_o)

content – co-workers to lovers, only one bed, slow burn, eventual smut, awkward pining, miscommunication, f!reader, workaholic!reader, brief praise kink, dry humping, sensual AND consensual sex, unprotected sex, creampie

author’s note – thank you anon for this request! i spent longer on this than i expected i was locked in (its almost 5 am as i post this don't mind any typos); reblogs and comments are appreciated!

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The microfiber runs along your fingertips and the scent of isopropyl alcohol fills the surrounding air as you clean your camera lens, hunched over your desktop as you shoot quick glances over at Clark. You’d just been assigned a new report, some corporation – other than LuthorCorp, for once – has been funneling money out of the hands of taxpayers and into their own greedy pockets, causing a yellow level threat to citizens due to an increase of environmental decay from their illegal dumping on private property. Perry had come up to your corner of the room and informed you that you would be the photojournalist in charge of this article, alongside Clark who would be putting words to your thinkpiece. 

While excited to expose the wrongdoings of the multimillion dollar company, you were hesitant to partner up with Clark. Not because you don’t like him, but because you like him a little too much. Seemingly out of nowhere, you preserved a tight-lipped crush on him. It isn’t hard to understand why though; he’s kind and optimistic, and always willing to strike up a conversation with you no matter how buried in work he is. So when Perry assigned you together, part of your chest leapt, whilst your stomach turned to knots of anticipation wondering how you were going to handle being in his proximity for so long. 

“Hey, uh, ready to head out soon?” You flinched as Clark’s voice reverberated beside you. Even though the man was a giant, he managed to be stealthy as ever. “Jesus, you scared me. Let me just pack up my stuff and we can go.” Your hand reaches for your keys as you slung the strap of your camera case onto your shoulder.

He crouches his way into your sedan, his hairs brushing against the roof. You hold back a chuckle at his discomfort, but you can’t help but find it amusing. “So we’re gonna head over to both of our places, pick up some clothes and our toothbrushes and whatever else we need for the night. We’ll be taking photos at night around some of the dumping zones, then we’ll interview a few residents in the morning.” he notices your smirk. “What?” 

“Sorry, I just– I can’t take you seriously when you look like you’re in a clown car.” you giggle, trying not to burst into a full blown fit of laughter.

“Well, it’s not my fault that you’re pint sized and drive said clown car.” he murmurs, yet still audible.

“Hey! If anything, I’m the only normal sized one here, you’re just freakishly huge.” 

“Just saying.” He shrugs his shoulders, nearly banging his head. “How do you feel about this whole predicament?”

Your smile falls flat, recalling the whole reason you’re out here. “It’s sickening, you know? Innocent people who’re trying to live their lives are being burdened by the rich and powerful. And for what, so that they can save a little money? I mean, at what point is it enough for them? How can they see people struggling to hold on due to their actions and still think that they’re in the right!?” your grip on the steering wheel mindlessly tightens as you seethe, before relaxing once you realize how worked up you are. “Sorry.” 

“No, no, don’t be sorry at all. I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Clark admired your passion and your abhorrence to injustice. It uncovered a part of you that he’d never seen before. “Let’s lighten the mood a bit then, yeah? I don’t want you to drive us into oncoming traffic. Not today.”

At long last, you secured a parking spot in front of Clark’s apartment building. “How’s it going, Frank?” he calls out to the doorman as you bid him a polite wave. Maneuvering over to the elevators, pushing the up arrow before Clark got the chance. He gives a quick ‘after you’ once the doors slide open, thumbing the metal ‘3’ before you both sit in a brief silence. “Y-your hair looks nice today.” he rasps before clearing his throat. Smoothing a few out of place hairs before squeaking out a thank-you and a bashful grin. You contemplated on whether or not he noticed your nervousness, or if he had any around you. Did he even get nervous? A guy like him must be filled with confidence, sure of his every move. And besides, he would only be nervous if he liked you – romantically, that is. Of course he liked you, why would he sit through this whole thing if he didn’t-

Chime. The elevator’s signal halted your incessant mental ramblings. You follow behind him and the jingling of his keys. As his front door unlocks, you’re met with newspaper headlines strung along the walls and books with dog-eared pages on the coffee table. “Sorry, I didn’t get the chance to clean up the mess. Just give me a minute.” his voice fades as he enters his bedroom, his footsteps and shuffling echoes. 

You spend your time waiting by being nosy. Wandering around the kitchen you spot a takeout menu and a to-do list stuck to the fridge with an ear of corn-shaped magnet. ‘Forward articles to Jimmy for reviewing; Call Ma and Pa; Be a good person :)’ Your lips curl upward at the last one. You spot a stack of board games sat on the shelf under his compact dining table. Monopoly, Clue, Sorry! all misaligned, with Scrabble being right on top with its worn box. He would be the type to be perched playing Scrabble for hours. There wasn’t much hung up on the walls, but the knickknacks scattered around the place spoke volumes about who he was outside of work. 

“Ready?” his voice appears behind you, duffel bag in hand. “You have seriously got to stop doing that. How do you not make noise?” A laugh from him, then yours follows. “Let’s go. Now you get to see the state I live in.”

The charms on your keychain swing similar to a pendulum as you open the entrance to your townhouse. The air is laced with the scent of clean linen from the candle you were burning earlier that morning, placed on the island while you enjoyed your breakfast and read the news. You kick off your boots and place them on the rack right around the corner. “Shoes off, please. I don’t like to track dirt in here.” Clark seems stunned for a moment before removing his oxfords, revealing his dress socks littered with Superman logos. “Interesting fashion choice.” you tease.

“I wasn’t expecting to take off my shoes… in front of you.” 

“Ah, you weren’t expecting me to find out that you’re a Superman fanboy?”

“Something like that.” he trails off. 

Reminding yourself what you came for, you head over to your bedroom and grab a canvas tote and begin wadding in clothes. The wooden floor creaks as he walks in behind you, before the sound dampens from the carpeted ground your room was lined with. “It’s very clean in here.” he mentions, eyeing – almost scanning – the area from floor to ceiling. “Were you expecting it to be messy?” 

“No, no. Just… explains a lot about you.” 

You head over to the connecting bathroom before calling out, “Well, I can explain a lot about me. My room? Not so much.” Grabbing your toothbrush, paste, and mouthwash; stuffing them all in the bag before walking back out. Clark hums in accord, nodding his head at your perspective. “You’re more of a ‘figure me out’ kind of person, then?” 

“I guess so. Whenever I’m asked about myself, I’ll answer. It’s just that not many people bother to ask.” you slip your feet back into your shoes and watch as Clark mirrors you, before picking your keys up off the hook and heading out.

The sunset painted the horizon as you navigated your trip to the first dump site. It was located right on the outskirts of the city, often overlooked as its population wasn’t anything special in comparison. Perry told you to be on the lookout for liquid waste – chemical, oil, what have you. ‘Get a clear shot and the headlines’ll be printed by next week.’ You and Clark would have to wait and stakeout after dark, no way that an employee would be caught dead doing their dirty work in daylight. You parked adjacent to the storm drains that practically glowed green from the continual disposal, just hidden enough where you could still get a snapshot of damning evidence. 

“They were a gift.” Clark pipes up after what felt like hours of deafening silence.

“Hm?”

“My socks. They were a gift from my mom.”

“Oh. Well, that makes it much less embarrassing than picturing you as a grown man in the store weighing your options on which print best depicted your favorite superhero.” you quip, taking your eyes away from the binoculars he brought. “What’s your mom like? Obviously, she’s very generous.”

“She’s sweet. My dad too. He’s like a giant teddy bear, a big softie. I remember when I was younger, when the fair was in town, he’d go on rides with me even though he got motion sickness. Said it was worth it just to see the smile I had on my face afterwards.” his expression gazes longingly, you could practically see him replaying the memory in his head. 

Your heart falters at the sight of his smile, struggling to fight the urge to just lean over and kiss him. But you had to stay professional. You couldn’t risk fucking things up between the two of you before your work was over. “Your family sounds lovely. I’d love to meet them.” 

“I’d love it if you met them, too.” Did he just say that? Did he mean to say that? He probably  only meant it in a friendly way. Right? Your mind goes blank on what to say as your face heats up at the thought of him introducing you to his parents as his girlfriend, you turn to face the window nearest you to hide away. Clark notices, and tries to ease the tension. “Ahem, so w-when do you think we’ll get a shot?” 

“Uh, should be soon. Our source said they come by around 9 or 9:30.” you reach and check the time on your phone. “It’s 8:53 now.”  Moments later, a black van swings around the bend and stations right in front of the drain. Two men hop out, hustling their way to get the back doors open and retrieving barrels. Clark turns to you, “Get your camera ready.” Zooming in and capturing them in frame, you film shot after shot, making sure you have enough backups. The pair of you spied as their van doors slammed, before releasing a sigh you’d inadvertently been holding. “Okay, we’re clear. Can you put the directions to the hotel in the GPS?” 

Your feet sunk into the worn carpet, the odor of cigarette smoke and ash plumes the air with each step. It wasn’t the most luxurious hotel, but it seemed clean enough. The decor was a bit outdated and it needed a good dusting, but it wasn’t anything unlike visiting your grandparents’ house. “Hi, checking in for our room, should be under Kent?” Clark hovers above the front desk. The receptionist’s nails clack against the keyboard as she searches the name, but to no avail. Clark turns and passes a bewildered look. “Um, try my name instead.” Clickclickclick, nothing. Pausing and scratching your head, it hits you. “Try Perry.” A result appears on the computer and the receptionist hands over the keycard. “I thought we were gonna be stranded out here,” you revealed to Clark as you’re walking through the hallway. He chuckles, “I was already trying to figure out how I would fit sleeping in the car.” The sound of each other’s laughter fills the halls, but quickly dies down once the room door swings open and you spot the sleeping arrangement. 

One bed. 

Shit.

Clark’s quick to turn around, “I’m gonna go and ask if they have any other rooms.” He's all nerves, you finally see the confident mask start to slip. Before he can run out of the room, you grab a hold of his bicep. Jesus, was he hiding that under his baggy suit all this time? “Clark, wait. It’s late and I’m exhausted, I don’t feel like waiting another hour or two for them to clear out the room. We’ll figure something out.” 

His shoulders drop as he relaxes, “Alright. You take the bed, I’ll take the chair.” The sad, stiff chair faces the two of you from the corner, almost mockingly. “You are not sleeping in that thing, you’re gonna wreck your back!” You consider suggesting him sleeping in the bed with you, but not wanting to impose, you decide against it.

“Well, then I’ll take a pillow and sleep on the floor.” He marches over to the bed and grabs one, plopping it straight on the ground. You’re almost offended by his persistence, would it be that bad to share a bed with you? He’s only a coworker, it’s probably for the best that you keep your distance.  “Fine, if that’s what you please. I’m gonna change.” you point in the direction of the bathroom. 

After locking the door, you shed yourself of work clothes and replace them with an oversized graphic tee, and pajama shorts that didn’t leave much to the imagination. While rinsing your face and brushing your teeth, your thoughts are plagued with rejection. Even if he didn’t intend to, Clark’s haste to push you away stung just a bit. Telling yourself you’re better off without the drama, you hold your breath and prepare to face him again. You’re met with Clark in a white tank and a pair of striped boxers, his glasses askew on his face. With how good he looked, would a little drama really hurt? “Bathroom’s free.” He rushes past you without a second glance before the door slams. You flinch before it opens again, “Sorry, didn’t mean to close it so hard.” he whispers before shutting it softer than before. You settle yourself into bed, pulling the sheets over you and picking your nails anxiously as you wait for his return. 

The flow of water from the sink shuts off, indicating that he would be out soon. As you’re bundling up into the sheets to avoid the awkward eye contact, you hear the doorknob turn. He hits the lightswitch before walking over to the foot of the bed, and you watch as his silhouette crouches to the floor. “Good night.” 

“G’night.”

The room is nearly pitch black, the only illumination coming from the alarm clock on the beside table – 10:47 pm. Tossing and turning for the next few minutes trying to lull yourself to sleep, it feels impossible to doze comfortably while poor Clark subjects himself to torture. You read the clock again, trying to gauge how long he’d follow through with it – 10:53 pm.

“Would you just come up here already?”

Silence.

Then, the cotton pillowcase rustles in his grasp. A shadow of his curly mop pops up from the bed leg. A gust of air flows against your legs as he lifts the duvet and flumps into the mattress. He’s rigid as he lay next to you, almost like he’s more uncomfortable up here than on the ground. “Can I ask you something, Clark?” you whisper as an effort to ease the tension. You hear the sheets underneath his head swish as he nods, “What is it?”

“Do you even like me?”

That’s when you hear it. His entire body shifts to face you, and even in the dark you can tell he’s staring at you. “What? Of course I do, what makes you say that?”

“The fact that we were stuck in… several bouts of awkward silence during the ride over here, for one. And the fact that you jumped at the opportunity to sleep anywhere but next to me before I asked you. Just be honest with me, I have no problem keeping our interactions brief if that’s-”

“I like you. I truly do. I just thought… I figured that you wanted to keep things that way. I mean, you’re so put together and organized, you don’t seem like the type of person to have your work and personal life mixing together. You’re one of the best journalists in the office, I can tell how seriously you take your career. I- I didn’t want to distract you with loads of questions. But I promise, I like you. A lot.”  

As you listened to his rant, the more it made sense that you came off as a workaholic. A tendency you developed was to distract yourself with what was more important than engaging with a crush and having it end up as a failed endeavor. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to seem like I was brushing you off. My work is important to me, of course, but I love talking to you. I like when you laugh, when you tell me stories about you and your family, seeing the little notes you write to yourself. All of it.” You snicker, slightly embarrassed at what you were about to confess – “I… I wanted to kiss you earlier. In the car.” Heat flushes the tip of your ears.

A beat.

“Is it too late for that?”

Before you could utter a response, Clark’s broad hand cups your face as he inches closer. His warm breath fans over your skin, lips ghosting against yours before he closes the gap with a light peck. Almost like he was testing the waters. He goes back for seconds, this time with less restraint. He kissed feverishly, like he was making up for lost time. Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the connection. A moan escapes your lips absentmindedly, spurring him to move his hands further down your body. He hikes your leg around his waist, humping against you as you whimper. “Clark…” 

“Is this okay?” he pulls away, a string of saliva stuck on his lips. “Yes, please – God – keep going.” He grabs ahold of your waist and fully positions you on top of him, guiding your hips to rub against his boxers. You feel him harden underneath you, groans and heavy sighs emanating from him. His calloused hands reach underneath your shirt, caressing your skin and pulling you closer to him. Thumb dipping into the waistband of your shorts, “Can I take these off?” A quick nod from you before they’re off and there’s one less layer between you. 

Grabbing your loins, he rocks you back and forth on his clothed cock again, driving his hips up into you to match your pattern. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. So gorgeous like this.” Another broken sob comes from you that eggs him on, and in a blink of an eye he’s increasing his tempo and sliding your shirt off. You grasp his wrist and place his palm on your breast; he gives it a gentle squeeze before putting it in his mouth and tonguing the nipple. “Oh, fuck!” you cry out, encouraging him to continue tugging on the sensitive bud. He hums around it, mouth alternating between the pair. You pull on his hair as his tongue flicks around with no relent. 

“Clark?” you gasp. “Yeah, honey?” 

“Can you fuck me now? Please?”

Pop! His lips detach from your tit, hands sliding back down to where his and your groin meet. “Since you asked so nicely,” he jests before landing a peck on your lips. Pulling down his boxers enough so his head emerges, before lining it up with your slit and sitting you on top. You moan in unison as you feel him slide in, nearly splitting you in half at the sheer size of it. He draws you in close to kiss you lovingly, before singing a song of praise. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. Taking me so well.” he brushes the hair out of your face, “Pretty girl, my pretty girl.” 

His admirations push you to ride him harder, ignoring the sting of him stretching you open so quickly. You nearly send yourself to the brink before he slows you down, then plunging upwards and meeting your new pace. “Take your time, baby, ‘s no rush.” Arms envelop you as his chest connects with yours, kisses peppered all over your face. His cock brushes against your g-spot at the new angle, leaving you whining in pure pleasure. At this, he picks up speed. Pounding into you repeatedly, each thrust knocking the wind out of your lungs. That all too familiar fire in your belly creeps up on you, signalling that you’re almost finished. “Clark, I-I’m gonna-”

“I know, I feel it. I feel you tightening around me.” He chuckles before jackhammering into you, sending you over the edge within seconds. “Holy fuck! Clark!” you claw at his back, needing something to keep you grounded as your core reached its peak. Clark wasn’t far off behind you, his thrusts getting sloppier and off rhythm as his breath remained heavy. “Where should I come?” 

Too dazed to care, you tell him inside. He starts to unravel, hips moving rapidly, overstimulating you while he chases his high. Finally, he holds you close to him as his motion stills and he empties his load inside of you. The two of you sit there for a moment, still panting and wrecked. 

As he pulls out, you shudder at the abrupt emptiness. You can no longer hold yourself upright, instead slumping onto his shoulder and resting your head there. Clark comforts you by rubbing your back and kissing your forehead, small acts that say so much in so little words. 

He disturbs the silence, “Still think I don’t like you?”

“I think we better go another round to make sure.” 

[strawberry-nugget]

Summary: You ask Katsuki to make you eggs

Tags // Warnings: Fluff, comfort, a little bit of insecure Katsuki. All characters are 20+

Paring: Bakugo Katsuki x reader

“Katsuki, please please please can you please fry some eggs for me? Pleeeease?”

Katsuki blinks his eyes into yours like he’s got a tick. Nose scrunched, brows furrowed and lips pressed and pulled in a frown so deep— his stink face is immaculate, always has been. However the confusion lies as to why it’s directed to you.

Your expression is quite on the contrast of his. Pursed out pouty lips, nostrils flared and dragged downwards by your pout, eyebrows looking like they’ve taken a turn downwards and eyes so big and gleamy, like you’re seeing stars.

Katsuki shakes his head and one hand covers his eyes, the pads of his fingers rubbing at his temples a little too hard.

When he came home from his shift fifteen minutes ago, you were simply sprawled on the couch, watching one of your shows. He had just managed to get out of the shower with the towel still on his head when he found you in the kitchen; one hand holding two eggs, the other holding a pan and the annoying repeating sound of the voice of a TikTok cook in the background talking about how easy it is to fry eggs.

Katsuki knows you’re scared shitless of frying your own eggs. He also knows you’d never ask him to cook anything for you—you’d only let him cook for you if he absolutely wanted to or had enough energy for it. So if you’re asking it means you’re craving and Katsuki would never say no to whether you begged for it or not.

In guttural essence, his expression isn’t a reaction to the fact that you’re asking for something. It’s a reaction of the fact that you've said please so many fucking times.

And yes, even though he loves hearing you beg like this it’s only ever in the context of the baby making process—not this one.

Wait, has he done something wrong to upset you? Nooo, it can’t be, right? No actually, never mind scratch that, he's gonna push that thought aside and make you your eggs, because your face right now is too cute to be real.

“Whatchu have to beg for like that, babe? ‘Course I’ll cook eggs for you”

Your cheeks are immediately trapped between his thumb and pointer and your pout furthers forward him. Katsuki gives you an awkward, pressed-lip smile as he squeezes your face twice.

Aw you look so cute, why is he in his head so much!?

“Oh thank you Katsuki” you jump in joy, inching in closer so you can kiss his cheek with the eggs and the pan still in your arms. Katsuki has to hide the fact that his cheeks and ears are burning at this simple, little peck “you always make them perfect and im scared to do it myself”

Normally, he’d whine, tell you they’re just eggs that they can’t hurt you and you shouldn’t be afraid of them. But today he just takes the eggs and the pan from your hands and sets them on the stove. Today he kisses your cheek back. All sloppy, just how he likes it.

But as he settles for pouring some oil onto the pan and turning the stove on, he remains somewhat bothered, when he knows he shouldn’t be.

He just… doesn’t like the fact that you thought you had to beg for him to make your eggs. You never ask him to do things for you! Like the time you fixed the kitchen sink pipes by yourself, or the time you bought a whole ass new bed and had it set and made by the time he came home from patrol. Or the time you installed all the at home gym equipment by yourself, or—or. How he comes home to his favourite food always being made and served at the table!

He secretly gets so jealous every time he listens to Kirishima mumble about how he does these things for his girlfriend despite also working full time as a hero!

It’s unfair, you don’t have to beg him to cook you eggs, he would get down on his hands and knees and swipe the floor clean if you told him to.

Yet, you hop on the counter —keeping a safe distance from the pan— and sway your legs back and forth for a few seconds, your face incredibly love sick as you watch Katsuki rampage through the fridge to pull out an avocado, some cherry tomatoes and some orange juice.

Though, to you Katsuki looks rather… quiet. 

The little towel bundle he has on his hair hasn’t moved an inch further than the ones you make would do; your heart tugs at the way the edges rest behind his ears, making them protrude and fold outwards—so so cute. But normally he would have tossed the towel by now, he would be whining about how his ears hurt. And he definitely isn’t. He’s way too focused on watching the oil heating up in the pan.

You hop off the counter, ignoring the suspicious little look Katsuki throws over his shoulder as you creep toward him. He’s hunched ever so slightly over the stove, brow furrowed like he’s concentrating way too hard on something as simple as frying an egg.

You slide your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek between his shoulder blades and giving him a slow, sleepy squeeze and just a teeny tiny kiss on his spine.

“I know you’re so tired from working baby, im so sorry” you whisper “but I’m really craving eggs, I’d make them on my own if I wasn’t scared of the whooshing sounds and the hot oil splatters”

“Hm” he grunts and you don’t see it, but he’s pouting as well.

Because why the hell are you apologising right now? 

“Katsu,” you mumble, your voice muffled against his shirt. “Why’re you being weird?”

He tenses a little in your hold, like he’s been caught. “M’not bein’ weird,” he mutters.

“You’re definitely being weird,” you hum, squeezing tighter and rocking left and right on your heels, swaying him with you.

He exhales hard through his nose, setting the spatula down with a little clatter and resting his hands lightly over yours where they’re wrapped around his middle.

He turns in your arms then, finally facing you fully. You barely have time to look up before his hand is cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. His face is closer now, expression a little bashful but full of warmth.

“I like takin’ care of you,” he says quietly, eyes so kind and yearning. “More than anything. Hear me?”

You lean into the touch, smiling so sweetly it nearly makes him combust.

“I know you don’t want a man to do shit for you, but you take care of me a lot. I wanna take care of you too”

He sighs, then covers your hand where it rests over his back with his own. His thumb brushes slowly across your knuckles.

“You shouldn’t have to beg for shit like this,” he mumbles. “Just—made me think. That’s all.”

You lift your head a little. “Think about what?”

“You don’t ask for anything. Ever. You do a million things on your own and never expect help. Then you give me the biggest puppy eyes just to make eggs.” His voice dips, like he’s embarrassed by even saying this out loud. “Makes me feel like I’m not doing enough for you.”

You’re quiet for a beat, just holding him tighter.

“Katsuki,” you whisper. “You do so much for me. Every single day. Just ‘cause I don’t ask doesn’t mean I don’t see it.”

He shifts again, a little awkward. Like he wants to believe you but doesn’t know how. His brows furrow and he pouts, ever so slightly. But you can read him! He isn’t slick at all right now!

“Katsuki- what, oh my god!” You laugh and laugh right into his face, cracking the seriousness of the moment, in an attempt to cheer him up. It’s inevitable for him to not get in his head and frown over something ever so small and silly. You love him for that, honestly. You understand exactly where this stems from and maybe, you were a little bit dramatic when you asked for the eggs. You understand how it contradicts with how mushy you are right now.

“I was just being cute! I just want boyfie-made eggs babe, no need to be insecure because of this”

“I know you were bein’ cute,” he grumbles, thumb tracing slow circles over your knuckles. “That’s the problem.”

You blink, confused.

“Since when is me being cute a problem?” you ask, looking up at him, lips all pouty again.

He groans like you’ve personally tried to end his life. You know he's gonna circle the same issue just for a little more and you’ll let him. He deserves to feel reassured as well. Heavens know he always reassures you.

“It’s not—fuck, it’s not a problem, alright?” he says, tilting his head to glance at you from the side. His expression softens the second he meets your eyes. “It’s just… you asked so sweet, like you really didn’t think I’d do it unless you begged or somethin’. And that’s what’s weird.”

You go quiet, hugging him tighter, your hands bunching slightly in the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Katsuki,” you whisper, cheek pressed to his chest again. “I know you’d do anything for me. That’s why I asked. Not ‘cause I thought you wouldn’t. I just… I wanted to be a little spoiled today. By you. And I like whining”

He stiffens again for just a moment—then melts.

His hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you in close as he leans back into you just a little. His voice is low, rough at the edges, but gentle.

“You don’t gotta do that whole act, baby. You could walk up to me and say, ‘Hey, bitch boy, make me eggs,’ and I’d still do it.”

You giggle into his chest, and he lets out a soft breath that’s dangerously close to a laugh.

“I wouldn’t call you bitch boy. But I do like acting all dramatic,” you grin, lifting your head to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “And I like when you take care of me.”

“I like takin care of my girl,” he says quietly. “I don’t like you lifting a finger to do anything”

You lean into the toucht and his heart catches dangerously in his chest.

“Then shut up and make me my eggs, bitch-boy” you laugh and move your hand inside his vicious grip to slap his ass playfully.

Ughhhhh he just loves you so much.

That gets a real laugh out of him, bright and short and perfect. He kisses your forehead, then your nose for good measure. Then both of your cheeks.

Then, Katsuki turns back to the stove, cracks the egg over the pan—and the sizzle that follows is absolutely vicious. You flinch immediately.

“Jesus!” you squeak, clinging to his back like the egg just pulled a knife on you. “Why does it sound like that?! That’s not normal!”

“It’s a hot pan, dumbass.” Katsuki snorts, taps your thigh just enough to signal you to jump, climb his back like he's gonna give you a piggyback ride. You do without hesitation.

“It sounds like it wants to fight me.”

“It is fightin’ you. It knows you were too scared to fry it yourself.”

“I was right to be scared!”

He shakes his head, shoulders shaking with laughter as he calmly adjusts the heat. You peek over his shoulder with wide eyes, cautiously watching the egg cook like it might jump out of the pan and chase you.

But you don’t let go of him—not even when he shuffles slightly to flip it. You just stay latched onto his back like a little backpack, whispering commentary about the egg’s anger issues.

“That egg’s got beef with me,” you murmur, narrowing your eyes. “I felt it in the vibes.”

Katsuki lets out a wheezy little laugh and reaches back to squeeze your thigh where it’s curled around his hip. “Yeah? Then it better square the fuck up, ’cause I’m not lettin’ it lay a hand on you.”

You gasp dramatically. “My hero!”

“Damn right.”

The sizzling starts to die down as the egg firms in the pan, and your grip around his neck loosens just a bit, your head growing heavier where it rests on the slope of his shoulder. Your arms are still draped around him, but now they’re more relaxed, less clingy—just naturally wrapped around the person you love the most.

A moment later, you let yourself slip down from his back and he groans at the action like youve slipped away far from his grasp.

Katsuki carefully slides the eggs onto a plate, then adds the little tomatoes he sliced and the avocado he fanned out like it’s a competition. The orange juice is already poured. He even put a sprinkle of chili flakes on top, just the way you like.

You blink sleepily as he turns to you, one brow raised, holding the plate like he just wants to kiss you stupid. And you let him, mushing his head with yours, smooching your lips onto his with soundly mwah-mwah-mwahhhhs!

You laugh, grabbing the towel still perched on his head and yanking it with both hands. It flops forward and hits him right in the face.

“Hey—!” he tries to protest, muffled under the fabric.

You wiggle it like you’re wringing out a dishcloth. “Why is this still on your head, huh? You tryna give yourself cauliflower ears again?”

Katsuki finally yanks it off and throws it on the counter, grumbling like an old man. “It was warm, okay?”

You gasp. “You were being cozy! You softie!”

“Shuddup!” He whines, that cracked out yearning thing that you adore “sit down and eat your eggs!”

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[a99jazzybean]

Pretty please with a cherry on top could I request a jayvik × reader where Jayce is basically getting cucked, ignored, and just used. I just KNOW Viktor and reader love driving that man insane and that Jayce LOVES being used❤️

~🍒

This one was fun. Thank you for the request!

There's Only One Bed... and a Chair?

synop: You take your lovers on a much needed vacation. During the trip you and Viktor decide to play with Jayce a little. Featuring: hotel cuck chair.

words: 5.6K

includes: jayvikxfem!reader, modern au, sex, threesome, riding, nipple play, oral sex, cuckholding, creampie, anal sex, fingering, sub!jayce, dom!viktor, switch!reader

a/n: You already know what this is... 18+ readers only!!

a/n 2.0: I am currently applying for masters programs so it's gonna be like a week or so till I can post again. But please still send requests if you'd like!

A red light and a beep chirps as you place the keycard against the door knob. You try again with the same result and groan. Of course the start to your vacation had to begin with the frustrating mechanics of opening a hotel room.

“Here, let me try.” Jayce holds his own keycard to the door. It flashes green, and you hear the lock disengage. 

“Wow. The universe really does love you , huh?” You tease the tall man. 

“I guess I’m just that amazing.” He beams at you. 

“Alright, enough with the compliments.” Victor chimes in. “ I need to lie down, immediately.” He pushes past you two into the room, and plops down on the bed.

“No V, not yet!” You run to pull him off, dusting his shirt and pants. “I have to check for bedbugs first.” 

“Seriously?” He quirks a brow at you. “Isn’t this supposed to be a five-star hotel?”

“Five star hotels can still get infested. Just give me five minutes, and we’ll be good.” You look over to the taller man hauling in your luggage. “Put those in the bathroom for now, Jayce.” 

“Aye-aye, captain.” Jayce follows your instructions and walks up to you for more. 

“Mind checking that cuck chair over there?” You snicker, recalling the internet meme. 

“The what!?” Jayce asks, face turning red.

You pause tearing away the bed sheets, surprised he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. 

“You know, the meme? Like all hotels have one chair in them facing the beds. The cuck chair.” 

“Oh…so it’s joke.” He laughs awkwardly.

“Yeah…that obviously fell flat.” You return an awkward chuckle, unaware of the slight disappointment in Jayce’s voice. 

Jayce walked over the chair. A small leather sofa with a futon. He grabbed his phone, and turned on the flashlight to look under the seat cushion. When he was finished thoroughly checking the seat, he stood up and cracked his back. 

“Boy, I’m glad we’re finally getting a break.” He sighed. 

You hummed in agreement as you looked under the mattress. It had been a long time since any of you had gotten a break. This one was much needed. The boys had finally had some of their latest hextech schematics approved, and you were able to convince them to take some time off. Jayce was gung ho about the vacation, while Viktor took a little more pushing to tag along. You might have teased the skinnier man with some sexual exploits you hadn’t been able to indulge in to get him to come. 

When you finished your room check, you stood up and walked up to a waiting Viktor. 

“Bed’s all yours, sweetheart.” You gave him a peck on the cheek. 

He held your cheek and turned your lips to slot with his. A surprisingly deep kiss from the man. His tongue gave yours a light lap, before he retreated. Enjoying the way your cheeks were now stained pink. 

The man plopped back onto the bed, enjoying the feeling of the plush mattress beneath him. Deciding to join, you lay down beside him. Hand curling into his locks as you pet the man. He closed his eyes and sighed, appreciating your touch. When you stopped he reached for your hand and pulled it to his lips. 

“Thank you, love. Despite my initial hesitation, I do greatly appreciate you providing us this brief escape.” You smiled at him. Always so formal with his words, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Yes, thank you.” Jayce had joined you on the bed. His strong arms curled around you to pull you to his chest. 

Humming with content, you pulled Viktor towards yourself. The man shuffling himself into the curve of your stomach and thighs. 

“You don’t have any plans for us today, do you?” Viktor mumbled sleepily. 

“Not today. We can just rest after our trip here. Besides, all of the activities I have planned for the week are relaxing ones.” 

“You’re too good to us.” Jayce hummed against your neck. 

“You work too hard.” You craned your neck to peck the man on the lips. He left a trail of kisses up your neck. 

“It’s all for science, love.” Viktor spoke softly, you could tell he was drifting off. 

Jayce nodded his head against the back of your neck. His breathing slowed.

You decided to join them in a blissful sleep. Cuddled up with the men you love. 

When you woke up, it was around 6 am. The sunrise just beginning to peek through the blinds of the hotel room. Shuffling to get up, you felt strong arms pull you back to where you were. You snickered. Jayce, ever clingy, gave a sleepy whine. 

“Not yet.” He kissed your neck. 

Rolling your eyes, you obliged the man. Shuffling back to your original position. Arms looped back around Viktor, who gave a hum of content. 

This was something you missed. Being able to wake up cuddled with your lovers was a luxury. Sometimes you managed to find at least one of them in bed with you, but their work always kept them busy. Every chance you had to be pressed up with them you took advantage of. Which usually ended up with them fucking your brains out, but you weren’t complaining.

Eventually, you did have to pee. Much to the dismay of the men you were sandwiched between, you got up. Stretching out your arms with a long yawn. When you returned from the bathroom, Jayce and Viktor were slowly waking up. The larger man was being spooned by Viktor. The two whispering sweet nothings to each other. Viktor trailing kisses across the man’s neck and shoulder, sending shivers up his spine. A sight that you appreciated. 

“You two are beautiful.” You smiled as they sat up to look at you. 

“We should be saying that about you.” Jayce said, extending his arms as an invitation. 

You waved him off.

“Sorry, love. But I do want to get ready for the day.” You opened up your suitcase to pull out an outfit for your relaxing adventures. “I can call room service up for us. It’s all inclusive.”

At the mention of food, Jayce perked up. Right on time, his stomach growled at the idea. 

“That would be wonderful.” Jayce said sheepishly.

“Let me guess… eggs and every type of breakfast meat there is to offer?” You smirked at the man. He was a bit of a gym bro, focusing on his macros quite frequently. 

“I’m on vacation, I can indulge a bit.” Jayce crossed his arms behind his head. “I’ll take pancakes as well.” 

“And you?” You turned to Viktor with a more stern look. The man had difficulty eating properly. Hopefully he’d actually eat during this trip. 

“I wouldn’t mind the meal in front of me.” Viktor purred suggestively. 

Rolling your eyes you chided him. “Later, V, now you need to get something in that empty stomach of yours. Especially since you have meds you're supposed to take with food, yet seem to forget quite frequently.”

He waved you off with an amused smirk. Despite your nagging, Viktor appreciated how much you cared about him. Always sending him off to work with a lunch, and some snacks. 

“I’ll take an omelette with Canadian bacon, cheese, and onions.”

“I think you mean ham?” Jayce playfully shoved the man beside him, who in turn responded by flicking his cheek. 

You made the call downstairs, adding coffee to the order along with your choices. While you waited for breakfast to arrive you decided to make yourself presentable. Peeling off the clothes from your travel, and grabbing your toiletries. Paying no mind to the slack-jawed men as you strode around the room naked. Only smirking as you felt their eyes on you. 

“I have decided I’m in desperate need of a shower, right now.” Jayce exclaimed. 

You giggled and rolled your eyes. The man quickly shuffled out of his clothes and entered the bathroom behind you. Viktor thankfully didn’t feel left out, instead turning on the TV to pass the time. Sexy shower times weren’t very conducive with the man’s poor leg. But he knew that you had a wild week planned for them. He was patient. 

As you turned on the shower, you felt large hands pawing at your exposed body. Jayce was always one to constantly display his affections for you. Always enjoying grabbing you to his body. The man’s fingers tweaked your nipples, making you squeak.

“Jayce, I actually need to shower.” 

“Me too, but with you in it.” His cheeky smile pressed kisses down your neck and back. 

You let out a sigh at the sweet action, then pulled away from the man to enter the shower. Hot water soothing your tight muscles, making you hum with content. Jayce joined behind you, his large hands returned to touching your body. He lifted your chin with his fingers, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. You let out a soft moan as his tongue slid into your mouth. His other hand curled in your hair, pulling your head back for him to trail more kisses down your neck. 

“Jayce…”

“Hmmm?” He continued to kiss down your body. Tongue flicking at your nipples, making you jolt. 

“I need to shower.” You groaned as he kissed down your stomach.

Kneeling on the shower floor, Jayce kissed between your thighs. Water droplets clung to his lashes as he looked up at you with a pleading gaze. The look sending a hot shock to your core. 

Nodding, you curled your hand in his hair. A hot tongue pressed between your slick folds, making you groan. It had been a couple of weeks since the men had been with you. Jayce was going to enjoy every moment he could. Groaning at your taste, he reached for his now hard cock. Hand pumping it as he continued to lap at you. Noticing the added motion, you pulled Jayce’s face away from your pussy. The man letting out a pathetic whine, hand around his cock pausing. 

The pleading look in his eyes almost had you cave, but you didn’t appreciate the man not asking you for permission. 

“Jayce, you can keep playing with yourself.” His eyes glittered at the approval. You tutted at his enthusiasm.

“But you cannot cum until I say so, understand?” The enthused look dropped, but he nodded.

“Yes, I understand.” He whined.

“Good boy.” You pulled the man’s face back to your weeping core. 

The man loved it when you used him. At first it was something you had to get used to. Your past lovers had been the more selfish type, only caring about their release. But Jayce, he was an entirely different being. He got off on you and Viktor getting off. Sometimes going for days without release while he gave you orgasm after orgasm. Loving the pain of edging. 

His tongue returned to lapping at your folds. You groaned as his tongue traced around your clit. Hips jolting as he sucked on the sensitive nub. The man was pushing to make you climax, and he was making you get close very quickly. 

“Fuck Jayce, you’re so good at this.” You moaned at another harsh suck. “Such a good toy for me to use, huh?” You finished the question with a breathy moan. 

You didn’t need a response. Jayce’s enthusiasm indicating how much he enjoyed the way you were speaking to him. Cock throbbing at each compliment and degrading phrase. His drooping eyes showed how wrecked he already was. His trembling body showed how close he was to finishing, but he was holding back. 

“When I cum, then you can cum.” You almost couldn’t finish the command as another shot of pleasure flowed up your spine. Grinding your pussy against his face as you felt the knot in your core growing more and more. 

“J-just like that baby.” 

Then he lapped directly on your clit, sending that final wave of pleasure that had you loudly moaning and convulsing. Spraying your own cum to drip down the man’s chin as his spurted from his raw cock. His groans of pleasure send shockwaves through your body. 

When you came down from your highs, you helped the man up. He caught you as you struggled to keep up on your shaky legs. 

“Thank you, love.” You said, adoration shining in your eyes.

“Anything for you.” He sighed, pulling you in a passionate kiss.

Pulling away, you gave him a knowing smirk. 

“I doubt that was just for me.” The smirk on your face grew wider as he blushed.

“It might have been a bit for me too…” He trailed, looking away.

“A bit?” 

“Okay, maybe a lot. But I could tell you enjoyed it too. And that’s all that really matters to me.” He pecked your lips. 

The two of you actually showered this time. Sudsing each other up, and cleaning up any remnants of your dirty time together. Afterwards, you wrapped up in fluffy towels and continued getting ready. 

When you exited the bathroom, Viktor got up from the bed. A knowing glint in his eye as he smirked at you.

“Sounds like you two were enjoying yourselves.” He quipped. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.” You pulled the skinnier man into a deep kiss. 

“You better.” He purred, giving you a lustful gaze. 

Once Viktor was done getting ready, room service had arrived. Freshly cooked food and hot coffee filling the room with a wonderful aroma that left your stomach grumbling. The three of you ate on the balcony. The sound of ocean waves making you relax even more than you already were. 

“You’ve done a wonderful job with this trip so far.” Viktor said, lifting a mug to his face. “The hotel coffee is surprisingly good here.”

“Well, I mean we are on an island that produces its own coffee. It’s always best to get it close to the source.” You said, heart fluttering at the compliment.

Viktor hummed, a relaxed smile on his face. With just one night of sleep on this vacation, the man already looked significantly less stressed. 

A strong arm wrapped around your shoulders. Jayce leaned his head on you his thumb lovingly tracing along your shoulder. 

“What all do you have planned for us today, love?” He asked. 

“I was thinking we could go into town and check out the local shops and eateries. I heard they have some really cute local stores.” You smiled, leaning your head on top of his. The motion earning you a rumbling chuckle. 

“That sounds lovely. But you won’t be spending a single penny.” He lifted off of you, booping you on the nose. 

“What, why? This trip is for you guys.” You said.

“And we love that you’ve done this for us. So we’ll spoil you now.” Viktor kissed your shoulder. 

This was typical of the men. Often they preferred to be the one’s purchasing things for you. Mention you’re in need of jeans? Jayce already has his card pulled out and has dragged you to a designer store. Say your headphones broke? Viktor has already expeditiously ordered you the highest quality ones. While you enjoyed being pampered now, it took quite some time getting used to it. 

With their Hextech inventions, the men had earned more money than they knew what to do with. Even with their millions in donations, funds still raked in. Viktor had always grown up frugal, and his mindset didn’t suddenly change. So when he had a person he found to use his money on, he took the opportunity. Jayce just enjoyed spoiling you in general. Anything and everything you wanted was yours. You had once joked that you wanted to own a zoo, and had to stop Jayce from signing the deed to the city zoo. 

“Guys, I’m trying to spoil you…” You whined.

While your lovers might have quite the hefty paychecks, yours was much much smaller. A freelance writer didn’t pay all too well, but it was a job that felt good to you. So you took what you could get. And now that you didn’t have to worry about paying expenses, you managed to save up enough of your own money to pay for this trip. When the men found out you had used your own money they almost short circuited, but relented when you had given them those damned puppy dog eyes of yours and said in the sweetest voice… “I just wanted to treat you.” 

They caved, but clearly had caveats. 

You decided to allow them this win as they were both adamant about it. You had a feeling anything you laid your eye on would end up wrapped up and shipped home, but you knew that they enjoyed it. The weekend was all about enjoyment and relaxation after all. 

The three of you spent the early part of the day out on the town. Viktor and Jayce admiring you as you tried on beautifully handmade dresses at local shops. All of them just so happening to be sent out with you in many shopping bags. 

After enjoying lunch at a local seafood joint. You returned to the hotel for some sun and sand. Viktor lathered himself up in sunscreen, knowing that his skin would likely turn cherry tomato otherwise. When you put on your bathing suit, you were faced with the men ogling you once more. A cute two piece that showed off A LOT, but again, you were treating your boys. Jayce was practically drooling as he stared at the mostly exposed fat of your ass. 

Thankfully, the hotel provided private pools that led to a privately owned beach. So you knew prying eyes weren’t going to be much of an issue. A good thing, as you planned to tease the men as much as possible. 

Jayce made the short trek to one of the hotel bars on the beach to bring you all refreshments. You gratefully accepted a mojito with fresh mint as you lounged poolside next to Viktor. The paler man enjoying the shade of an umbrella, avoiding the sun. Jayce took to the pool, enjoying the sun. An amusing dichotomy despite the men being similar in so many other ways. 

The rest of the day was spent between you lounging by Viktor and joining Jayce in the pool or the ocean. The larger man constantly pawing at you, claiming he “couldn’t help himself”. Making you wrap your legs around him as you made out in the pool, Viktor watching with amusement. Such a needy man. 

When you sat next to Viktor, he whispered to you quite the fun plan for sexy shenanigans. One that had you blushing like crazy, but extremely excited regardless. You decided to set it in motion when Jayce had returned from another drink run. Your soft body draped over Viktor’s angular one as you kissed him. Audibly moaning as Jayce approached. The man paused to watch you two. You lifted yourself up to look over your shoulder, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes. 

“You can set those right there”, you pointed at the table by the lounge chairs. Jayce complied, setting the drinks down. A questioning look on his face. “Thank you.” You chirped before turning back to Viktor. The two of you ignored the other man’s presence as you continued to kiss and grope each other. Viktor’s hands trailing over you, making you gasp and shiver. 

“Um.” Jayce cleared his throat, attempting to interrupt you. 

You and Viktor looked at Jayce, waiting for him to speak. 

“Do you need something?” You asked, a teasing hint to your voice. 

Jayce was taken aback. 

“Um, can I?” He reached toward you, but Viktor batted his hand away. Shaking his head at the tanner man. A dark look in his golden eyes. 

“Oh. Okay.” Jayce kept his hands folded in his lap as he watched you and Viktor continue to go at it. 

As the day grew dark, your trio headed back to your hotel room. You showered and readied yourself for a nice dinner that night. Enjoying the way Jayce’s jaw clenched as you showered Viktor with kisses and compliments, while you barely gave him a passing glance. He knew what you were doing. The teasing was getting to him, and as frustrating as it was, he found himself getting more and more turned on as the night continued. 

Almost whining when you went to give him a kiss and instead turned to kiss his cheek. You looked so good. Donning a lovely tropical themed dress that hugged your curves perfectly. Oh what he would do to get between your thighs, to make you give him attention. But he knew better than to try and touch you. For tonight, he had to be good and keep his hands to himself. He was sure Viktor would find some sadistic punishment for him if he did otherwise. 

Viktor was also ignoring Jayce to give you his full attention. Long fingers trailing over your body. Hands gripping your ass when only Jayce was looking. The larger man had to hide the growing need in his pants as he watched Viktor play with you in public. Almost whining when Viktor managed to make you gasp with a kiss to your neck. 

After an unbearable dinner for Jayce, you returned to the hotel room. As soon as you were inside, Viktor set his cane down. He pulled you toward him, hand caressing your cheek before he kissed you passionately. His tongue easily slipping into your mouth, making you moan at the taste. Again, Jayce only watched. His hands itching to grab at the two of you. But he would be good. Being good meant he would get rewarded. No matter how hard he was getting watching you two, he would be good. 

Viktor led you to the bed, having you fall on top of him. You kicked your heels off, before straddling his waist. Grinding against his hard dick through his pants, making the both of you groan. Jayce whined, making you pause. You looked around the room, a cheeky grin on your face as you spoke. 

“Did you hear that?” You looked Jayce right in the eyes.

“Hmm, no. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Viktor had a cheeky grin of his own. “I’m sure if you did, it was nothing.”

“I guess so…” You trailed, before leaning back down to kiss the man under you. 

Jayce was practically panting as you began to undress Viktor. Slowly popping the buttons of his dress shirt and pulling it off along with his undershirt. Revealing the man’s skinnier bare body. Your mouth kissing down his neck making Viktor sigh. Then he groaned as your lips attached to his nipple, tongue tracing around it. You felt a hand grip your hair and pull your head back. Meeting golden eyes giving you an intense stare, sending heat straight to your core. 

“Mmm…such a naughty girl. Teasing me like that.” That made your eyes widen. 

“I-I’m not teasing.” You whined, face red. “I’m trying to make you feel good.” 

“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use instead of making excuses then?” The man yanked you down to give you a hard kiss. Tongue sliding against yours, making you dizzy. 

When you parted, you kissed down Viktor’s torso, removing his pants, boxers, and leg brace as you trailed down. His cock was extremely hard and leaking. The sight made your mouth water. 

Another whine came from behind you. You pushed against the urge to look. You knew Jayce would be absolutely wrecked. And you would be correct. From Viktor’s view, Jayce had decided to take a seat in what you had referred to as the “cuck chair.” A now fitting name. The larger man was palming himself over his pants. Viktor gave him a warning glare, shaking his head. Jayce whimpered, removing his hand and placing it on the armrest. Fingers practically tearing into the faux leather as he watched you. 

A moan escaped Viktor as you licked a stripe up his cock. Your soft hands fondled his balls before you sucked down his cock into your mouth. Viktor groaned as you took all of him in your mouth. Wiry fingers curling in your hair and lightly pulling. He enjoyed the lustful look in your hooded eyes. Already just as fucked out as Jayce was, and barely anything had happened yet. It made the man above you chuckle lowly. 

You continued to bob your head up and down his cock, enjoying every moan and whimper you could get out of the man. As you felt the man nearing his climax you continued your pace, adding more of your tongue into the mix. Trailing it along his shaft then swirling it around the head, eliciting the most delicious sounds from Viktor. 

“Ah, love!” Viktor exclaimed before shooting his load down your throat. Which you gratefully swallowed. 

The man thumbed open your mouth, enjoying the fucked out look on your face. But he wasn’t done with you. 

Leaning back, he motioned for you to fully undress. You slipped your dress off revealing you had gone fully commando. No bra or panties. Both men in the room groaned at the reveal. Viktor motioned for you to come toward him and you obliged. 

“Sit on my face, love. I need to taste you.” He breathed. 

You didn’t need to be told twice. Quickly shuffling yourself above the man’s face. His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling your pussy to his mouth. He moaned as his tongue lapped at your drenched folds. Jayce joined in moaning, wishing he was the one under you. Unconsciously, you ground yourself against Viktor’s tongue. Chasing your pleasure. Viktor continued to lick at you, occasionally moaning against you. The action sending shivers of pleasure through you. 

Soon you felt your climax on the horizon. The knot in your stomach becoming unbearably tight. Your pussy continued to grind against the man as you reached your peak.

“Viktor, I’m gonna…”

“Cum.” He commanded.

Convulsing above him, you obeyed. Spraying his face with your release as the knot inside you snapped. As Jayce watched he groaned, remembering how you felt cumming on his face that morning. 

“I wanna fuck you.” You breathed out, coming down from your high.

“Please do.” Viktor said, pulling your face down to kiss him. Tasting yourself on his lips.

Jayce’s jaw went slack as you lined up Viktor’s now hard cock with your entrance. Your drenched pussy dripping down the shaft. The man in the chair groaned as you slid down the other man’s cock so easily. He pictured how warm and soft you felt. 

“Viktor, you feel…” You began to move up and down his length. “So good.” You moaned. 

“You feel amazing, love.” Viktor thrust up in you, making you sputter. 

You continued to bounce on the man’s cock. Feeling your orgasm building up again. Jayce was dying as he watched you. Wishing so badly that you would invite him in. But you didn’t, enjoying how desperate the man was as he watched. 

Beneath you Viktor panted and moaned as you bounced on his cock. Loving the way your plush walls slid up perfectly against him. His fingers teased at your clit, heightening the pleasure you were feeling. 

“Gonna cum…” You said.

This time Viktor only nodded, too fucked out himself to answer. 

Your walls clenched around the man as you came hard. He let out a deep moan as he pumped his cum into you. His balls clenching as his orgasm continued for longer than usual. He chalked it up to waiting to have you for so long.

Shivering from the pleasure, you collapsed on top of the man. His half hard cock still inside you. 

“Keep me inside you, but turn around.”  Viktor said, propping himself on his elbows. 

You listened, twisting around, being sure not to hurt him as you faced the opposite direction. 

Viktor sat up, looking over your shoulder at Jayce. The desperate man, still clenching the armrests. Cock straining in his pants. The man behind you smirked and chuckled at Jayce’s desperation. He reached a hand out, pointing at the man in the chair and curling for the man to come forward. Jayce nodded and jolted out of the chair. 

“On your knees, Talis.” Viktor commanded. His lips kissed up your neck as you watched Jayce settle to the floor. 

“I bet you want a taste, don’t you?” Viktor’s hand reached down to your pussy. Spreading your folds as his release ran down your legs. Jayce nodded emphatically, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“Well, why don’t you get one. naughty boy.” Viktor chuckled as Jayce dove in. 

You moaned as Jayce’s tongue lapped at your pussy as it was still stuffed with Viktor’s cock. The debauched sounds sending shocks of pleasure through you. Viktor groaned as you clenched around him with each lick Jayce gave. 

The man below you focused on licking stripes up Viktor’s cock straight to your clit. You knew you were going to cum around Viktor again. Eyes pleading as you craned to look at the man holding you. His brow furrowed at the pleasure you were receiving in tandem. He nodded, allowing your release. With a cry you came around Viktor again, your release spraying on Jayce’s face. The man moaned, but continued to lap at you. The overstimulation made you whimper, but you took it anyway. Finding yourself bouncing on Viktor’s cock once again. The man you were riding groaned at the movement before stopping your hips. 

He pulled you off of him, his cock leaving you with a wet pop. Shakily, he stood up. Jayce grabbed your hips and pulled you back to his mouth. It was as if he was starving for the taste of you and Viktor. Viktor smirked at his desperation. The man grabbed the futon and pulled it to the edge of the bed. 

Roughly, he pulled back Jayce’s head. The man on the floor whining after losing your taste. 

“Strip, Jayce.” Viktor growled, then released his hold on Jayce’s hair. 

The man immediately stripped out of his clothes, his cock standing tall and red. It made you drool, but Viktor stopped you from moving over. 

“You’re going to fuck our love, and I’m going to fuck you. Understood?” Viktor gave Jayce a deep look, making the other man gulp with nervousness.

“But what about your leg?”

“I’ve got some support.” Viktor pointed at the futon he pulled over. “Now, bend over.” 

Jayce obeyed, bending over. His strong hands pulled you towards him, lining his cock up with your entrance, but not pushing in yet. You decided to play with him, sliding your slick pussy up and down his sensitive head. The man was practically crying at feeling you against him. He panted and whined as you continued your torturous teasing. A sadistic smile on your face as you continued the torment. 

From behind Jayce you saw Viktor with a bottle of lube. He squeezed some onto his long fingers, then circled Jayce’s hole. The man above you jolted at the motion. He looked over his shoulder as Viktor methodically prepared the man to take him. First sliding in one finger, then two, hitting Jayce’s sweet spot. A spurt of precum landing on your stomach as Viktor continued to finger the man. 

“Ah, fuck.” He panted, falling into a pleasurable bliss. 

When Viktor felt he was sufficiently prepared, he glided more lube onto his cock. Then he slowly slid into Jayce. Jayce’s cock slid into you easily along with Viktor’s movement. All of you moaning together. Jayce’s cock stretching you out with a pleasurable sting. 

“Please, move.” Jayce said, barely above a whisper. 

Viktor thrust into Jayce, making the man thrust into you. You moved your hips as well, loving how Jayce’s cock left a delicious bulge in your belly. 

The room filled with wet slapping sounds, moaning, and panting. Viktor continued to thrust into Jayce, holding back his orgasm till the other man came in you. 

Above you, Jayce was shaking. The pleasure coming from both ends was almost too much. He needed to cum so badly. 

“Please! Please!” He whined. 

“Please what?” Viktor questioned. 

“Please let me cum!” Jayce whimpered.

Viktor looked over the man at you. You were being fucked dumb, a goofy smile on your face as Jayce pounded into you along with Viktor.

“Mmm… I suppose you’ve been good. You may cum.” Viktor crooned, kissing Jayce’s neck. 

The words were Jayce’s undoing. His cock pumping cum into you as your own orgasm slammed into you. The way your walls clenched around Jayce made him cry out. He kept cumming for longer than he thought he could. 

Viktor soon found his release into Jayce. The man groaning as his overstimulated cock had now been fucked raw. Slowly, he pulled out of Jayce. Enjoying the view as his spent trailed down the man’s legs. 

Jayce also pulled out, watching in awe as his and Viktor’s cum poured out of you. 

The two men collapsed beside you on the bed. Everyone panting from the exertion. 

Viktor reached for your hand to kiss it softly. You turned to meet his golden eyes, his gaze filled with love. 

“Thank you, love.”

Jayce nestled into you, still shaking from the overstimulating pleasure. 

“We really needed this vacation.” He mumbled. 

You pecked both men on the lips.

“And we’re only one day in.” You sighed with a smirk. 

[deadhands69]

Online Girlfriend

MDNI loser!Shigaraki x Reader

Request from anon Contains: gn/afab reader, mostly smut: face sitting, sex (m behind), lots of cum. [wc: 2k]

“Why’d you put the work in, no one’s gonna show up.” Dabi laughed across the room at Shigaraki who put in some low-level effort to be presentable (showered.)  “You’re being catfished.”

“Hey, don’t listen to him. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” assured Spinner, who remains skeptical but supportive. He’d like to think there’s at least some hope for one of them to actually get a date.

Tomura’s phone dings.

running late, sorry! still otw!

Rushing, you try to make up the time you lost when a traffic jam caused all transportation to be rerouted. It’s not a great start, for the first time you’re meeting your online boyfriend but it is what it is. 

The two of you hit it off in a discord chat for your favorite game and haven’t stopped talking since. The past few months of chatting have been great so you finally asked to meet in person. It felt like the next step. Admittedly, you’ve also been really horny lately and are hoping to do something about that.

Typically, you’d be worried about meeting someone from the internet but he seems real enough. The photos he sent you were cute. Not perfect in a conventional way, like something you’d expect from someone pretending to be someone else. These were real. They were dark and grainy, taken by someone who isn’t used to taking selfies. Even with the low-quality images and hair covering most of his face, you could tell he’s attractive. He has nice collarbones and a cute smile. On top of that, he’s smart. Having a weird amount of information about nearly everything. He’s funny too, in a dark way. You feel like you could talk to him about anything.

Finally, you made it!

Shoving through the door into the bar he’d sent you the address of earlier, you see that it’s pretty empty. You’d recognize his silvery-blue hair anywhere though. 

“Hi, Tomura!” you take a seat next to him, “I’m [y/n], it’s so good to finally meet you!”

Spinner and Dabi stare in amazement, you’re a lot prettier than they expected. Tomura notices this too. For all the flirting and suggestive messages he’d sent you online, he completely freezes the moment he lays eyes on you. Staring like a deer in the headlights.

Okay, so he’s a little awkward. That’s fine.

The two of you make some conversation. Bumbling through small talk until you start talking about games and he loosens up a bit. After an hour, he still can’t look directly at you without stuttering, but he’s rambling excitedly about the newest patch.

“I just downloaded it, if you want to play. Come on,” he gestures, “I live upstairs.”

As if he only just realized he asked you to be alone in his bedroom with him, his jaw drops and he begins to stammer again. 

“I… I didn’t mean to, like...uh. If you’re uncomfortable -” 

You grab his arm, pulling him from the stool. “Lead the way,” you smile.

The two in the corner, who you’ve since learned are his friends, look shocked as you walk past them to the exit.

Tomura Shigaraki’s room isn’t clean per say, but at least he remembered to take the bags of trash out this morning. He’s glad for that since he definitely didn’t think he’d be bringing you back to his place. You watch as he wiggles the mouse to wake his computer up, middle finger hovering. He has nice hands, you decide.

“Uhm,” he starts uncomfortably, “it’s a pretty big patch. So it’s not done downloading yet.”

The estimated time remaining jumps between two hours and three days as the internet speed flickers.

“That’s okay, we can find other ways to kill the time,” you run your fingers softly over his shoulder. It’s nice to touch him for the first time, feel that he’s real. 

tomura.exe is no longer responding

His body stiffens at the closeness. This is what he wanted, right? Why else would he bring you up to his room?

“If that’s okay with you?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he manages to choke out, letting you pull him to his bed. He lays flat out while you climb over him, straddling his hips. He whimpers slightly and you can feel that he’s already hard. Awkwardly, his hands hover at your thighs. You didn’t expect your discord boyfriend to have a ton of experience, but seeing just how nervous you make him is… hot.

“Okay, is there anything I should know? Places you like to be touched?” your fingers graze his collarbone before running down his chest. Feeling the warmth of his body through the thin shirt. “Or anywhere you don’t like being touched?”

“No,” he breathes huskily, before sighing “...y-yes.”

“Don’t… y-you can’t touch all five of my fingers at the same time,” he gulps, “it’s my quirk.” Without being able to find the right words to explain, he grabs an empty energy drink can that’s in reach. It crumbles to dust instantly. 

You’re fucking kidding, you think. This bumbling mess underneath you has that strong of a quirk? How has that never come up? It only turns you on more, knowing he has the strength to take out half the world but melts into a puddle when you so much as breathe in his direction. 

He makes eye contact with you for the first time before biting his lip and looking away. It’s as if he’s waiting for you to say nevermind. To get up and leave. There’s something so sweetly pathetic in all of it.

“Cute,” you say, pressing his hands back into the bed by his wrists. Fingers snaking up his palms. He looks confused. No one has ever called him ‘cute’ before. It’s also the closest he’s ever been to holding hands with someone and he nearly cums from that alone.

He groans as your lips lightly move over his. Careful not to kiss him too hard, he’s already excited and you still want to fuck him later. With the way his breath hitches at a small kiss on the neck, you decide to move faster.

Standing up, you begin taking off your clothes and tell him to do the same. 

You planned for this. While you didn’t absolutely expect him to fuck on the first date, you certainly dressed for it. It’s not full-on lingerie or anything but you put on the nicer underwear for the occasion. Judging by the look on his face he notices and appreciates this. Too flustered to manage the button on his black skinny jeans.

“Here,” you climb back over him, “let me.”

They’re tight so it takes a bit of effort to pull them over his ever-growing bulge. When you finally manage to pull his pants over his feet, you pause to admire the sight. 

He’s beautiful.

More toned than you would have expected under all of his clothes. Pale skin contrasting with the black of his underwear, his lightly pink tip poking out from under the elastic.

“Have you ever touched anyone before?” you ask, already knowing the answer. He shakes his head. 

“Okay,” you move closer, “let's start there.”

You pull his trembling hands to your sides. Two fingers hover above your hips.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles staring up at you.

“Take my underwear off,” you instruct.

Of course, he does exactly what you asked him to. He’s slightly clumsy at it, but you expect that. He’s never done this before and he’s being overly cautious. His jaw drops at the sight of you.

“Bra,” once more, he does as you say. Already panting underneath you.

You crawl over his body, careful to brush the hard length of him as you go. He whines at the contact.

“I take it you’ve never eaten anyone out before either, huh?” you ask rhetorically. 

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, strands of baby blue falling in his face.

“You’ll learn fast,” you whisper while brushing his hair back to the bed. 

Placing your hands on his headboard, you move your knees to each side of his head. His eyes widen as you sink onto him. You rock your hips forward, bringing his nose to brush your clit. He moans before licking where he can. 

“Just like that,” you exclaim when he hits a sensitive spot. 

He takes instruction well, slowly improving as you go. His movements are still a bit sloppy, but the friction of his skin against you is enough. You’re at the edge -

“Oh fuck,” he groans under you. His body tenses and he shoves his face further into you. Turns out it’s all you needed too. Reaching down, you grip his hair while you ride out your orgasm.

You pull away, leaving his face slick. He catches his breath as you assess the situation. As you assumed, you weren’t the only one who just came. His stomach and chest are covered in ropes of his own doing. Of course you didn’t mean to make him cum so fast, you didn’t even touch him. You were looking forward to fucking him too.

He grabs a shirt from the floor, wiping himself off.

“Do you always cum that fast?” you tease. 

“Uh, sorry. C-can we keep going?” he chews the skin of his bottom lip nervously.

“You want to keep going?”

“Yeah,” he says more confidently than you’ve heard him speak all afternoon, “I can last longer if you give me a chance. I promise.”

You look him over. He looks pretty fucked out but he’s already hard again.

“Just tell me what to do,” he stares up at you with his beautiful red eyes and you can’t help but give in.

A minute later, he’s behind you. Lining himself up at your instruction.

“Like this?”

“Yeah. Okay, now slide up and in. Slowly,” he does as you say, poking around slightly before you feel his tip press in. You look over your shoulder at him, his jaw slack as he stares down at himself disappearing into you. His eyes closing as he wills himself not to cum again so quickly, he did promise.

“You’re doing great!” his breath catches at the compliment, “now, you’ll press in and out. In. Out.” You set the pace you want him at, he listens. 

“This okay?” he asks breathily. You’re amazed at how good he feels already. The way he fits perfectly inside you. He has no idea that he makes every nerve in your body feel like it's on fire.

“Yeah, exactly. That’s perfect,” you gasp.

Without needing to be asked, his hands carefully grip your hips. This time with more confidence. Pulling you back into him with force. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you moan. Feeling yourself tense around him, you grip the sheets calling out his name. Arching your back to press harder into him, he gets the hint and picks up the pace.

With the quivers of you around him, he can’t hold back any longer. 

“Fuck, sorry, fuck,” he groans, pulling out just as the trembling in your gut subsided. You feel him plaster your back in warm cum before he falls back on the bed to recover.

“Uhm,” you hum moments later, eyes flicking over your shoulder.

“Shit,” he mutters breathlessly, jumping up to grab another semi-clean shirt to wipe your back off with.

He lays down again, this time you move to the bed with him. You wrap your arms around him, head resting against his neck.

“Sorry it wasn’t very long,” he mumbles.

“You did great,” you say, wondering how long he actually expected himself to last, “and I’m sure next time you’ll make it even longer.”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “next time.”

Extra headcanons for fun:

Kurogiri googled you before you arrived.

Tomura googled "how to talk to attractive person."

Dabi and Spinner placed bets on if you'd actually show up. Spinner didn't know if you would but wanted to be supportive of his friend.

The traffic jam was caused by Twice and Magne. No reason, they just thought it would be fun.

After this, you and Tomura agree to meet up once a week. Once turns to Twice and before you know it, you're moving closer to see each other every day. Eventually, he learns what you like and you don't have to give him instructions.

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[erwinsvow]

your friends drag you to a bar on your night off and you really don’t want to go but you get dressed up and have some drinks with them and loosen up. just drunk enough that it seems like such a good idea to go up to the cute older guy drinking a beer by himself at the counter. he’s not talking to anyone even though you saw a woman maybe closer to his age than yours try and approach him a while ago, but she’s talking to someone else on the other side of the bar now and he’s alone again. your friends are off with each other and probably dancing with guys born in the same decade as you all but you’ve never really found guys your age that interesting. mister broad shoulders with the crow’s feet and silver weaved into his brown hair seems like a much better option. you’re kind of drunk and he’s getting there and though you must not seem very smart, you do know that you’re very cute. somehow you end up sitting next to him, and somehow you two start talking and he doesn’t shoo you away or seem uninterested. somehow he’s laughing at your silly drunken jokes and buying you another drink but almost like he doesn’t expect anything, like he thinks your friends will call you away any second now and you’ll obviously go back to them. well, you have no idea where your friends went (nor do you care) and michael, you learn, has huge hands and radiates an aura of responsibility and respect that you are convinced means he would be nothing short of incredible in bed. somehow, after the “that’s probably not a good idea, kid,” he brings you back home with him and makes you cum until you cry and doesn’t tap out until the sun is coming up. when you wake up, you think about sneaking out but michael mumbles something about don’t even think about it, kid, and you fall back sleep. you’re not really one for one night stands but you’re sure this isn’t how they normally go. he makes you breakfast and a coffee and even though it’s a little awkward, it’s nothing compared to the horror stories from your friends. it’s even sweet, the way he gives you a hoodie to wear home after you turn down his offer—he said he could drive you home if it’s too far to walk but your friend lives nearby and she’s gonna swing by and get you and no, really, it’s no big deal. the two of you have a sheepish goodbye and you’re kind of wobbly on your feet but this was good. for both of you, for different reasons, like you both really needed that. you get in your friend’s car and she rolls her eyes and says that she can’t believe you slept with the doctor that she saw when she broke her arm but that she doesn’t blame you. you didn’t even know he was a doctor. the hoodie he gave you has some sports team logo on it, from which you can only deduce that he lives in pennsylvania. about six weeks later you call your friend and ask which hospital she went to for her broken arm. and then you walk in, dressed nicely with his hoodie washed and clean and folded under your arm, because that’s the least you can do before telling a complete stranger you’re pregnant with his baby.

[formulafanfics13]

Stay - KA12 🔥

Masterlist

summary: Kimi Antonelli isn’t rough, and he doesn’t pretend to be. What begins in a quiet hotel room becomes something slow and holy — the kind of intimacy that aches because it matters. He’s young. He’s nervous. But he worships with his hands, his mouth, his honesty. And by the end, you don’t just feel touched. You feel seen.

warnings: 18+, first time sex, soft dom!kimi, praise kink, oral (f!receiving), vaginal sex, virgin!kimi, shy boy energy, emotional intimacy, aftercare, gentle tension, slight power imbalance (age/experience), hand-holding during sex, kissing, worshipful language, mutual consent, safe sex context implied, fluff within smut, deep emotional undertones

The hotel room is quiet except for the soft hum of the AC and the occasional shuffle of sheets as he moves beneath them, awkward, careful, like he's scared to take up space. Kimi Antonelli is fast on track, fearless in a car, but here? In bed, with her body tucked beside him and her eyes on his lips? He's... different.

Not scared. Just reverent. He's only eighteen. Barely. But there's nothing clumsy about him.

Every touch is thoughtful. Every second is deliberate. Because this isn't about being wild. This isn't about dominance. This is about her. About them. About everything they've never said but feel in every glance.

He lies back against the pillows, shirtless, cheeks flushed, breath shallow. His eyes flick between hers and her mouth like he's trying to decide which one might ruin him faster. She's in nothing but his hoodie, sleeves bunched at the elbows, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs.

He reaches out. Runs his hand over her knee, slow. "Are you... nervous?" she asks quietly.

He doesn't answer for a second. His brows furrow. His lips part. And then he just nods. "Not because I don't want to," he says quickly. "Just... I've never done this like-"

She leans in, nose brushing his. "Like what?"

He swallows. "Like it means something."

Fuck.

It hits her in the chest, the honesty. The softness. The way he's looking at her like she's the most dangerous and sacred thing he's ever touched. And suddenly, she's the one who can't breathe properly.

"I want you," he whispers. "I just... don't wanna do it wrong."

"You couldn't."

He smiles. Small. Crooked. Like it embarrasses him to be reassured.

She shifts onto his lap, straddling him. His breath hitches as her bare thighs slide over his. She's warm and soft and here, and he doesn't know where to put his hands. So she takes them. Laces their fingers together. Places his palms against her hips.

"Like this," she says. "You can touch me like this."

He squeezes lightly, and she feels him twitch beneath her. The hoodie rides up as she leans forward, letting her chest press gently to his. He's warm all over. Shoulders tense. Mouth slightly open like he's holding back a hundred things he wants to say.

"Is this okay?" she asks, voice just above a whisper.

"More than okay," he replies, breathless. "It's... you're..."

She kisses him before he can finish.

Slow. Sweet. The kind of kiss that starts in the mouth but lives in the chest. The kind that undoes every nerve and builds something in its place, trust, warmth, ache. Kimi's hands slide up her back, under the hoodie, over bare skin. He groans softly when he feels she's not wearing anything underneath. "You're gonna kill me," he mutters, voice cracking.

She laughs softly. "Not yet."

He shifts beneath her, letting her feel how hard he is. It's gentle, not cocky. Just his body responding to her, completely out of his control. And it makes her want him more, not just because he's hot, not just because he's kind, but because he's real. Unfiltered. Present.

She reaches between them and tugs down his boxers. He gasps, hips jerking up slightly.

"Okay?" she asks again.

He nods, quickly. "Yeah. Just-" He meets her eyes. "Go slow?"

She smiles. "Always."

She lines him up, and they both pause. Breathe. Look at each other.

Then she sinks down. Slowly. And Kimi shatters. His head falls back. His mouth drops open. His hands clutch her waist like he's scared she'll disappear if he doesn't hold on.

"Oh fuck," he breathes. "Oh my God."

She stills, giving him time to adjust. His chest is heaving. His pupils are blown. He looks wrecked, but in the best possible way.

"You okay?" she asks softly.

"Yeah," he nods, voice wrecked. "Yeah. Just- You feel..." He can't even finish the sentence. He just pulls her close and buries his face in her neck, trembling.

They move together gently. No rush. No pressure. Just soft friction, warm skin, quiet gasps and broken moans between kisses. He's so focused on her, her sounds, her breath, the little movements she makes when it feels good. He asks if it's okay, if she likes it, if she wants more, and every time she says yes, he kisses her like he's saying thank you.

It doesn't last long. It can't.

He comes with a gasp, forehead against hers, arms wrapped around her back like a lifeline. His whole body shakes. And when it's over, he doesn't move. Doesn't pull out. Just holds her, breathing hard. "Was that okay?" he asks, voice hoarse.

She nods against his neck. "It was perfect."

He kisses her again. This time it's soft and lazy, all lips and comfort. His hands run over her spine like he's grounding himself. She doesn't get off, and he notices.

"I didn't... you didn't finish."

"It's okay."

"No," he says, brow furrowed. "Lie back. Let me take care of you."

Her breath catches.

He's still hard. Sensitive. A little overwhelmed. But he wants to make her feel good. Not out of guilt or obligation. But because he needs to.

She lies back and lets him move down her body. He kisses her hips, her thighs, murmurs soft things like "You're so beautiful" and "I want to learn what you like."

He licks her slowly, carefully, eyes locked on her the whole time. Tries different rhythms. Adjusts when she gasps. Moans when she grabs his hair.

It's not perfect. Not expert. But it's honest. Earnest. Full of care.

And when she comes, when her body arches and her thighs tremble and she whimpers his name, he smiles against her and holds her steady, like she's the most important thing he's ever tasted.

After, they curl together in the bed, sheets tangled, bodies still warm and sticky. Kimi pulls her in, kisses the top of her head, and whispers: "Can I stay like this?" His voice is soft. Hopeful. "Just... here. With you."

She kisses his chest and whispers, "Yeah. Always."

And he falls asleep like that. Holding her. Safe. Happy. Full of something so much deeper than lust.

Because Kimi Antonelli isn't just a boy learning how to love. He's someone who already knows, how to listen, how to worship, how to treat your body like it's sacred. And the best part is, he doesn't even realise he's doing it.

[gimmethatagustd]

new flame | kth

Flame is a dating app designed for omegas and alphas to find heat and rut partners. You’re skeptical of using the app, not anticipating that you might find someone who is more than just a new flame.

Pairing: Alpha Taehyung x Omega Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Omegaverse, strangers to lovers, smut

Word Count: 1,359

Content Warning: Heat sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, marking, choking, knotting, biting, blood

A/N: Writing a/b/o as a reader-insert felt sooooo weird

Soundtrack: Monsta X - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

From: Taehyung good morning 🥰 im at the gym but lmk if u want me to pick u up anything omw back

You stare at the text message with only one eye and half your face smushed against your bed. Holding up your phone takes too much effort, so you have it propped against your pillow next to your head. 

Exhaustion makes your limbs heavy as you get up, and you only move enough to kneel in your bed before you let your arms hang limply at your sides. Hot tears slip down your puffy cheeks, and you barely have the energy to wipe them away. You’re so tired, and your body hurts. Your pre-heat symptoms are nothing new, but they always suck. 

“Good morning,” Taehyung’s soothing voice fills your room when you call him and set your phone on speaker mode. “Gonna let me bring you breakfast, or are you gonna be stubborn still?”

Your tongue feels swollen, and your throat so dry that you can barely swallow, let alone talk. 

“Hey, you okay?” Taehyung’s concern is unbelievably sweet for a guy who barely knows you.  

“A-alpha,” you sob, immediately clapping your hand over your mouth.

The silence on Taehyung’s end is horrifying, almost as much as your slip-up. Embarrassment makes your already sweaty skin prickle with even more heat.

“I’m sorry,” you rush to apologize despite your body screaming at you to call for the alpha you’ll be spending your heat with. 

“Don’t,” Taehyung says softly. “Just give me, like, twenty minutes, okay?”

Before agreeing to spend your heat with Taehyung, you’d met for coffee. He’d called it a date; you’d called it a meeting. The first thing you’d noticed about Taehyung was that he smelled like chamomile and he was really fucking tall.

“Is that it? Not that I’m handsome or anything?” he had laughed when you told him, his mouth morphing into a boxy smile that made your stomach flutter.

“Of course you’re handsome. I responded to your lame pickup lines on Flame, didn’t I?” you’d responded, half hiding behind your drink while he watched you with sparkling eyes from across the table. 

Now, with Taehyung standing in the entryway of your apartment, he seems even larger and more intimidating than before.

You cling to him with your arms circling his neck and your legs clenching his waist when he picks you up and lets you wrap the two of you in the blanket you’re practically swaddled in. You haven’t met Taehyung’s eyes yet, too afraid of how intimidatingly gorgeous he is, like a fever dream designed by your heat. 

You nuzzle his neck as he carries you to your bedroom. It should be awkward, but it isn’t when Taehyung lays you on your bed. He’s quick to step out of his basketball shorts and tug off his hoodie, but you don’t have time to admire him before he’s kneeling between your legs. He drags his hands down your thighs to remove your slick-soaked underwear and is just as gentle when he takes off your t-shirt. 

“Can I mark you up, baby?” Taehyung murmurs with a flick of his tongue against your throat.

“Y-Yeah,” you moan and bare your neck. 

You shiver every time Taehyung nips your skin with his blunt front teeth, though your body still burns brighter than the sun’s pinks and oranges peeking around the window blinds. His teeth graze the sensitive spot on your neck where your jasmine scent is the strongest. It’s gross how Taehyung sucks and laps at your sweaty skin, swirling his tongue and sucking so hard that it hurts, but your basic instincts make you melt under the attention. 

“Please.” 

“Hmm?” Taehyung runs his nose along your jaw. 

You turn your head to kiss him, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. He tastes as sweet as he smells, floral and prettier than most alphas. Most alphas’ scents are harsh, but Taehyung’s scent surprisingly calms you.  

“More, please,” you whisper against his lips, mellow and sweet like chamomile tea. 

Reaching down, Taehyung slides his fingers through your slippery folds, smearing slick over your pussy and the inside of your thighs. You’re leaking, soaking the sheets, and getting Taehyung’s thighs messy, too. 

“You’re so wet,” Taehyung groans, voice low in the back of his throat. 

Taehyung thrusts two fingers into your pussy and uses his other hand to press your leg against your chest, spreading you open. You can’t help but think his fingers would look just as pretty in your mouth as they do pumping in and out of your pussy. 

“Tell me what you want, omega.” 

You tangle your fingers in Taehyung’s soft hair and tug until he lifts his head so you can get lost in the amber sparkles in his eyes, his arousal permeating the room. The smell of it sets your body into overdrive until all you can think about is, 

“Want you to fuck me, alpha. Please, please. Want your knot.” 

“Fuck,” Taehyung grinds against your pussy, slicking up his cock when it slides through your folds, “Gonna present for me, omega? Show me how bad you want my knot.”

You don’t have to think about your actions; your body takes over for you as you get on your forearms and knees. It’s your heat talking, but all you want is to be fucked within an inch of your life and bred by the strong, pretty alpha touching your body like you’re something to worship. 

“Look at you…” Taehyung murmurs as he squeezes your ass, jiggling one cheek before letting it go to give it a hard slap that makes you jolt. When you whimper, he slaps your other cheek. “Think you’re ready for me?” 

You thrust back when Taehyung slides two fingers inside you again, massaging your walls until you’re shaking. 

“Yes, alpha, I’ve been ready since I, since I c-called you.”

You’re gasping, on the verge of tears, when Taehyung finally presses the head of his cock against your entrance. The stretch is minimal with how soaked you are, your pussy gushing when he bottoms out.

“Gonna, gonna fill you up,” Taehyung growls, pounding into you so hard that your arms give out. 

Turning your head to the side, you let your upper body drag against the bed sheets with each snap of Taehyung’s hips. To keep you in place, he squeezes the back of your neck, holding you against the mattress as he fucks you.  

You feel lightheaded from the pressure on your throat. Quick, shallow breaths make you more sensitive to the drag of Taehyung’s cock against your slippery walls. Slick gushes around his cock and drips down the inside of your thighs.

“Knot me, alpha, please, knot me,” you sob a little chant for Taehyung, “Make me full.” 

Unshed tears collect along your eyelashes when you feel Taehyung’s knot grow, stretching you even more. It’s your pheromones and warm slick making him spiral so quickly.  

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Taehyung gasps. 

He shoves you harder into the mattress, draping his body over yours as he deepens his thrusts. His knot fully expands when he cums, a broken moan on his lips. 

The sudden pressure on your sensitive walls makes the burning coil of arousal in you finally snap. You unravel on Taehyung’s cock with a cry of his name that’s muffled by the bed sheets. 

“You okay?” Taehyung asks repeatedly, panting heavily against your shoulder as his body cages yours against the bed.

His pupils are blown out and dark, giving him a wild look. There’s blood on his teeth from where he bit into his forearm when he came to stop himself from sinking his teeth into your neck. 

“Yeah,” you reply weakly, “Thank you." 

"I told you I’d take care of you,” Taehyung murmurs as he turns the two of you onto your sides. 

It’s more comfortable for Taehyung to spoon you, considering your bodies will be connected until his knot goes down. He leans forward to nuzzle his face in your neck and breathe deeply. Heats suck, but you could get used to having Taehyung to spend them with. Even if he is a dumb alpha. 

@rkiveslibrary @mar-lo-pap @likecrazy22 @iadelicacy

[batty4vamps]

Dwayne (The Lost Boys) Nsfw Alphabet 🔞

As promised in the poll 😗

Includes: nsfw under the cut obviously, gn reader

I’m writing this with the context of the reader being in a relationship with Dwayne. I think outside of that him and the boys are used to getting off, getting fed, and getting out lmao

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

King of aftercare. Holding you and making sure you’re the most comfortable. He doesn’t speak much, just gently massages your back, hips, and shoulders until you’re completely asleep

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I mean let’s be so fr he loves his pecs and abs. Like he doesn’t OWN a shirt, he knows how sexy they are. Run your hands or nails down them and he’s giving the most proud smirk.

He’s loves hips and thighs. Doesn’t matter the size, he loves grabbing, kissing, and biting on them regardless. His favorite positions are the ones that enable him to grip his your hips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His favorite place to cum is your thighs. There’s just something so hot to him about seeing your soft thighs covered in it. If you’re giving him head though he loves finishing on your neck and chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s gotten off smelling an item of your clothing. Multiple times.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is very experienced. He may not be Paul experienced (or maybe he’s just not as loud about it) but he knows what feels good and what he likes.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves having you laid back at end the bed while he plows into you, standing. He loves gripping your hips and being able to get as deep as he needs while watching you come undone.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s serious, but not in an awkward way, he’s just a stoic guy. He isn’t one to make jokes, but if something funny or embarrassing happens he’ll laugh it off with you before getting back into it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Natural, doesn’t shave, likes his body hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a gentleman, and he wants you to feel desired. He’s romantic as much as a lost boy can be romantic. I wouldn’t expect rose petals on the bed, but he’s still very good at setting the mood. Candles are involved. He enjoys the process of seducing you, getting you into his bed, and making you feel good.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Less than average. He only really does it if you aren’t around or aren’t in the mood and he really can’t shake it off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cock warming FS, he loves having you that close to him while he reads to you or while watching a movie together.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

First and foremost he likes being alone in bed with you. Other then that, there’s something romantic about doing it in the moonlight under the boardwalk that can also get him going. He isn’t really one for anything public, but once in a while he’s down for a quickie in an alley to spice things up.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He very much enjoys you in revealing outfits, he is but a man after all. In public likes seeing people stare at you, knowing you’re his. Plus, seeing leather cling to your body is always gonna get him going.

He also lovessss when you wear his clothes. Whether they’re loose or tight on you, he adores it. Let him find you wearing only his jacket, it’ll be a damn good time AND he’ll get a hard on every time he sees you in it for weeks.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything too public, or around the other boys. He’s not the most territorial in the pack, but he’s up there, and doesn’t need the rest of the boys seeing you like he does.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both, but I think over all he’d give more often. He likes providing and being the one making you feel good. That certainly doesn’t mean he’ll ever say no to a bj.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If he can help it, he likes being able to take his time. He’s more about the journey than the destination.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his favorite, but they can be hot under the right circumstances.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll try most things that you want to try at least once, but he’s also is pretty firm about not trying something again if it went badly the first time. He’d rather go back to things you both know you enjoy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His rounds are veryyyy drawn out, he can go for 3-4, but that’s on a night where you have nothing to do but just lounge about and fuck. Which he very much enjoys.

He, being the gentleman he is, tries his absolute best to last until after you’ve finished. Being that he’s very experienced, he’s pretty good at it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own any of his own besides one pair of handcuffs, but isn’t opposed to explore more if it’s something you’re into.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes playing a little subtle cat and mouse game with you when you’re out. You doing something you know riles him up while having that little knowing smile on your face is just too pretty a sight.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Doesn’t talk much, mostly grunts. Will stop to praise you once in a while.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Very rarely he’ll let you cuff him while you ride him or give him head. The cuffs have definitely broken before. Be prepared to get your ass wrecked afterwards.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slightly longer than average and thick

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Higher than he lets on, almost as high as Paul’s. He’s not ashamed of it, but he’s subtle and likes when you come to him. Y’all have a very healthy sex life fs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it’s in the middle of the night still, he prefers to lay around with you and talk or listen to music rather than sleep. If it’s morning, he’s pass out once he makes sure you’re asleep.

I’m not opposed to doing this for the other boys too if there’s any want for that 👀

[themeraldee]

Awkward sex prompt: homelander figuring out how to control his strength with a human reader, who still wants rough sex, but would prefer to be alive at the end of it.

[Masterlist]

18+ Only | 1.2k | Homelander x gn!Reader | Realistic sex. Communicating during sex. Choking. Penetration (but not specified). Fluff at the end.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“But I want you to.” 

It really should have been no surprise to Homelander when you requested he goes a little rougher on you in bed. At first he was taken aback, stopping the pace he was fucking into you with, jerking his head back as if offended, choking on his breath in surprise. You know who he is, bringing up the use of his strength is no small ask. But you’ve shown the signs before. He could hear the spike in your heart rate anytime he’d showcase the incomprehensible strength he possesses. Whether it was him moving heavy objects, accidentally bending steel frames in his penthouse or breaking furniture—like that one time he ripped the headboard off during a particularly fine blowjob—you loved it. Though he never thought that your dirty little thoughts went straight to him using that strength on you. 

“What if I can’t hold back?” He looks down where you’re right below him, all flushed and spread out for him. He’s been giving you a damn good time but it’s like you can never get enough of him. Always wanting more, more, more.

“You can. You’ve been doing it your entire life. Adding a tiny bit more pressure isn’t gonna change anything.”

The one thing Homelander loves about you the most is the pure trust you have in him. After all you’ve seen of him you still believe that there’s no world in which he would purposefully hurt you. So to hear you all but beg for him to use strength that has more than decimated many gets his heart soaring. The feeling of acceptance and unconditional love blooms warm in his chest spreading all the way out to the fingertips currently wrapped around your neck.

“Come on, what’s the point of being the strongest man in the world if you can’t rough me up a bit? I’ll tell you if it’s too painful okay?”

Your hand sat on top, your fingers tracing over his as you squeezed your hand.

“A little more.” You guide him verbally and manually. Your hand is still squeezing around his own until you reach a point where you’re satisfied with his confidence to do this himself and you pull your hand away. “Yeah, that’s it.” You squeak out a little breathlessly as he restricts your airflow.

“That’s good?” He asks, choking on his words halfway at the way you squeeze around him while he’s still lodged firmly inside you. He jerks with his movement, giving you a very short snappy thrust but after your little intermission where you taught him how to choke even this little sensation made you moan.

Homelander’s eyes widen when he realizes the sheer potential of your request. Not only could he hear your heartbeat, your shaky breaths and moans, he could now also feel them. Right against his fingertips. The moan vibrated against his hot skin, your heartbeat constantly thrumming all around him. He felt it in the way you were tight and clenching around him and now he felt it under his grip.

He released his hand a little, settling the palm of it in between your collarbones.

“See? Wasn’t that good? I love feeling your strength, let me have a little more of it.” You say it with such conviction, inviting him in, accepting him exactly—no, especially—because of the way he is.

The last thing Homelander wants is to not be able to fulfill your needs. As much as the thought of hurting you—actually hurting you—kills him, if it’s something you find excitement in he’ll be damned if he doesn’t deliver.

He pulls you down the length of the bed a little bit to give himself more space and with a grin he pins your wrists above your head, holding them down against the mattress with little effort. He knows he’s doing something right when that startles you, you let out a cute yelp that quickly turns into a moan. God, he could eat you up with the way you’re looking at him. But he’s gonna need to leave that for round two. Now he’s here to fulfill a wish.

He slowly picks up the pace. He’s thrusting slow and deep while his other hand freely explores your body underneath him, giving it generous squeezes as he goes. He’s testing the give of you. Learning where he can apply the pressure you so desperately crave. 

He’s fucking into your faster now, grunting at the sheer heat of you surrounding his cock with every slide. His hand glides up your body, settling back on your neck. He gives you a look as if he was warning you of what’s to happen. Yet he still manages to catch you off guard. With the snap of his hips and the iron-clad grip of his hand your eyes widen in what Homelander only translates to fear.

Immediately, he lets go.

“Why did you stop?!” You look at him, your own hand gliding across where his hand was squeezing a second ago, as if to chase the phantom feeling, recreating it yourself.

“Why did I stop? You got scared and I don’t want to fucking kill you!” He sounds angry but it’s mainly to hide the genuine worry that comes with this irresponsible play. It’s already hard for him to hold back anytime you’re having normal sex. Wanting him to rough you up conjures very different imagery in either one of your minds.

“Baby, the scary part is the best bit. I know you’ll stop before it’s too much. You can feel the give of my body. Let yourself feel that, okay?” You say softly, soothing his fears. In your entire relationship he’s not managed to hurt you, you don’t imagine it was about to start now.

“Now come on, I wanna cum with your hand around my neck.” You give him a cheeky smile that breaks him out of any doubts he had about manhandling you the way you’ve requested.

He’s given you exactly what you’ve asked for. Just enough squeeze and pressure that you feel so overwhelmed with the greatness of his presence pinning you down and nearly squeezing the life out of you that you succumb to your release. Homelander follows you there, unable to hold off after seeing the way you look at him with such adoration right after he let your airways open fully and you regained your senses. 

After you’re both beyond blissed out you snuggle up to one another, locking the jigsaw pieces of your bodies together.

Homelander traces a finger across the bruised finger marks wrapping around your neck. Part of him relishes in the way he’s managed to brand you where you won’t be able to hide it easily. Even with a scarf or a turtleneck, any slight move of the garment will expose the impressive size of your lovingly placed bruises. 

The other part of him isn’t that happy about it.

“I hurt you.”

“Duh! I wanted you to!” You scoff as if it was the most obvious thing.

His fingers trace over them some more before he leans in, placing a soft kiss against the marred skin.  

“You’re fucking crazy.” He lets out a little disbelieving laugh as he pulls you closer into his arms.

“Yeah, you’ve been rubbing off on me.”

“Nope, this is all you.” 

“Maybe. Hey, can we try spanking next?”

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pairings — grumpy!damian wayne — al ghul x sunshine!reader

warnings — they’re teenagers in the modern era of course they’re gonna curse (but not a lot), isn’t EXACTLY grumpy x sunshine but it’s okay it’s my one shot 👅

summary — friendship only gets you so far with mutual feelings and the shared yearning for more than that.

notes — hi guys

━━━━━━━ YOU’D MET DAMIAN WHEN school started, in the same advisory you two were paired up since neither of you really had friends. it didn’t bother either of you, since you actually got along.

he was pretty quiet, moody, and didn’t like anyone at school. you were the exact opposite. you were loud, cheerful, and got along with everything. that obviously didn’t mean you were necessarily friends with them.

what made you and Damian click so well was probably the fact that he only really seemed to like you — even if it wasn’t obvious.

even if he didn’t talk, didn’t smile, didn’t seem to have a sliver of an emotion, he still liked you. another thing he’d never been good at was explaining his emotions. he practically despised everyone because they treated him like some sort of bomb.

you pushed his buttons, messed around with him, and always gave him a little bit of a hard time. he didn’t hate it, he could never hate anything you did.

it was probably three months into your friendship with Damian that you hung out with him outside of school. he asked if you could come over, and you happily agreed. the day was normal, except you weren’t picked up by your guardian, rather — you went with Damian.

“hello, i’m Alfred.” you thought he was nice, an old British man that Damian told you had always worked for his family. if anything, he must’ve practically been a part of the family.

you, of course, introduced yourself. it was polite. Alfred seemed taken aback, and the look (or feeling) didn’t leave him when you turned and began talking Damian’s ear off.

the boy, however, seemed to have absolutely no problem with that. he seemed to be hanging on every word, Alfred could see the mixture of fondness and love in Damian’s eyes when he looked at you — too bad you were both as oblivious as ever.

at Wayne manor, you wore a smile as you walked behind Damian and into the large house. he waited for you to take your shoes off after him, his hands stealing away your heavy bag and throwing it over his unoccupied shoulder.

you were then introduced to Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Bruce Wayne. of course, you’d always known who Bruce was — your guardian worked for him now, a feature you didn’t leave out.

Damian, not liking anyone here (except, obviously, you), tugged at your arm. you understood what he meant, even with a lack of words, and promptly excused the two of you.

Damian’s room was pretty plain, and you jokingly shook your head. “who knew you were so boring?” you teased, sitting next to him on his large bed.

you didn’t know then, but Damian actually had you here for a reason. for awhile now, he had found you in his every waking thought. it’s like you had overridden his normal thoughts, becoming the only thing he could comfortably think about.

it had proven difficult during patrol, his performance was lacking and he needed to do something to soothe his thoughts so no one saw Robin as weak.

“i wanted to talk to you, actually.” he muttered. it stopped your thoughts, and you turned to him curiously. he didn’t speak much, and you never pressured him to. when he did, you didn’t make a huge deal of it.

“what’s up?” you hummed, eyes locking in on him.

“i uh… listen, you don’t have to… y’know, feel the same? but… but i really, really like… you.” his sentence was awkward, which made you smile. he didn’t know, but you sure knew, you were head over heels for him.

“i like you too, Damian.” you laughed softly, letting your hand drop to his leg.

“holy shit, really?” he looked up, his normally inexpressive face suddenly unable to find an emotion, settling on utter disbelief and pure excitement.

“yeah.” you smiled fondly at him.

“does this… does this mean—” you cut him off, nodding. he reached forwards and tackled you in a hug, placing a soft kiss on your collarbone. suddenly, he stood up, jumping around happily.

“fuck yes.” he muttered, you began laughing.

this was the most important moment of your teenage years, your boyfriend, jumping around in excitement, because he was with you.

he tackled you into another hug, and you remained glued together until you had to leave.

you slept well with a huge grin planted across your face.

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Hey hey! I love your Aegon fics so much that I want to know if you would write a story where after your kid with Aegon passed away, he promised never to touch you again so you wouldn't have to endure bearing more of his kids and witnessing their death. But you yearn for your husband every night and will act dirty to make him touch you again. By acting dirty I mean doing sexy things to instigate him when he's alone with you.

of all the things in this life that i’m good at, being intentionally sexy is NOT one of them, so i’m hoping this isn’t awkward :) my biggest fear is that someone’s gonna not like what i write for their request i’m on my knees pls don’t hate me

all in | aegon ii targaryen

pairing: aegon targeryen x fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of a deceased child, smut (MDNI 18+)

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It had been three long, dark, and lonely months since the death of your son.

He passed away at only a few weeks of age due to health complications, and both you and your husband, Aegon, were left devastated.

Aegon had a tendency to blame himself for anything negative in his life, his self hatred running through the depths of his soul. Your son was his heir, and he felt as if he lost a piece of himself, and blamed himself for the health issues your child was having. “It must be from me,” he would whisper to himself, almost incapable of accepting that some things he could not be faulted for.

When Grand Maester Orwyle proclaimed your son dead, Aegon broke. He was hysterical, unable to speak, the only sound from his lips was an occasional scream of anger and sadness. You grieved in private, the joy you felt from your son’s birth still so recent that your stomach was still not yet back to a normal state.

The first few weeks were hard on both of you, but you at least attempted to lean on each other. However, Aegon was difficult to console when he got in his own head. You were both laying awake in bed, comforting one another when your hand ran across his chest, toying with his shirt. As difficult as the week had been, you were desperate to feel close to your husband in some capacity other than sadness and grief.

Aegon sighed and moved your hand away, rolling over on his side and turning his back toward you. You stayed stagnant and stared at him for a moment. “Aegon?”

“We can’t.”

“I know this grief is still very new, but I-“

“We can’t, ever.”

You sat in disbelief. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes at his words. You were in need of comfort, as was Aegon, and his declaration frustrated you. “And why not?”

“I refuse to risk putting you through this again.”

You were speechless. You tried to think of something to say, a few small noises leaving your lips as you tried to begin a sentence, but to no avail.

Aegon could hear your attempts. “What you have been through these past few weeks- I cannot watch you bear another one of my children, only to endure the pain of losing them again. I have never seen you happier than the day our son was born, and now-“ Aegon’s voice trailed off, “It is not worth the risk.”

Tears of sadness and frustration were now freely falling, Aegon’s back still to you as you spoke, “you do not seriously intend for us to never be intimate again. For the rest of our lives, Aegon, I need you. I am all in. Are you not? Do you not need me as well?”

“I need to relieve you of this pain more,” he responded, “and there are more than enough whores in King’s Landing.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his final comment. You couldn’t believe he said such a thing. You knew he was hurting, and oftentimes pushed you away when he was, and you decided to assume it was an intentionally harmful comment meant to do just that. You chose to believe that he didn’t really mean it, but you still wished he didn’t say it. You understood his pain, but that didn’t make it alright to take it out on you.

You didn’t dignify his comment with a response, you simply rolled out of bed, fighting to maintain your composure as you walked out of the room, slowly shutting the door behind you.

The next morning, you returned to your shared chambers to ready yourself for the day, and Aegon was already up and dressing.

“Where did you sleep?” he asked.

You untied your robe as you approached the outfit laid out for you by your handmaidens. Handmaidens stopped assisting you and Aegon without being called into the room, as per your marital request.

“Elsewhere,” you stated.

Aegon sighed. “That is not an answer.”

“Why should it matter to you? If you get lonely, you can simply bed your whores,” you spat, throwing his comment from last night back at him.

Aegon didn’t handle you being mad at him very well. He needed everyone to like him at all times, but he didn’t cherish anyone’s opinion of him as much as he did yours. Knowing you were upset with him killed him.

“Do not be upset with me,” he pleaded, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oh? I thought we were not to touch each other any longer?”

Aegon retracted his arms, moving directly next to you so he could catch your eyes. “I don’t want you to be upset,” he said.

“Then do not promise to deprive me of something you and I both want and need.”

“I cannot put you through this again. Do you not understand that? Whatever is going on within me, it passed something bad down to our child, and if we remain intimate I risk you falling pregnant with another child we will inevitably lose. As your husband, it is my duty to ensure you do not have to go through such a thing again.”

“It is out of your control, Aegon,” you said, your voice low as you held his face in your palms, “and it is not your fault.”

He held onto your wrists, but didn’t move your hands. “This decision is not meant to hurt you.”

“I know.” Aegon was set in his decision, which meant that there was no point in arguing with it right now. You did not have the energy.

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The next several weeks were filled with longing, your heart and body yearning to be close to your husband, now that it had been three whole months since your son passed.

You didn’t press the subject with Aegon, allowing him room to breathe. It was difficult, and you found yourself needing him more and more the longer you went without him.

You knew that despite his decisions, you always had power over Aegon. He was completely enamored with you, and oftentimes changed his mind to match yours. When he made decisions you didn’t agree with, it took a hell of a lot of fighting to get him to falter, but it was not always impossible. This particular instance couldn’t be impossible- you couldn’t survive without him.

“We we supposed to depart last hour!” Aegon called out to you, waiting by the door with his guards for you, the hour getting later and later. House Dondarrion was hosting the Targaryen family for supper at Blackhaven as a gesture of appreciation for the King’s assistance in the Stormlands.

Your handmaidens tightened and tied the final strings of your corset. It was new, and made specifically for you, only this time, you made special requests. It was the standard green and gold, and still kept you covered, but less so than usual. The garment left your chest nearly exposed, just as you had planned.

“They must have forgotten your measurements, Your Grace, there is not nearly enough fabric,” one of your handmaidens spoke, fidgeting with the seam on your cleavage.

“It will do just fine, thank you very much,” you said, “we must be going.”

You were escorted to meet up with your husband, who couldn’t look away from you the moment you came into view.

“What the fuck is this?” he whispered the moment you were next to him.

“What ever do you mean?”

“Everyone here can see too much of you in that,” he continued.

You shrugged your shoulders, playing nonchalantly dumb. “They must have forgotten my measurements.”

You gazed up at him, and he could tell you were playing him. He knew you well enough to tell.

“What are you trying to do?”

You brushed your hair from your neck to behind your shoulder, making even more skin come into view. “Waiting to leave. We are already behind, are we not?”

You started to walk away, but Aegon grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “You can’t possibly think I’m going to let you leave in such a thing.”

“It is not your choice.”

Aegon knew that despite the roles placed on both of you from a very young age, he couldn’t control you if he tried.

Throughout supper, Aegon was on alert to the gazes of other gentlemen upon his wife. Many approached you two to offer their condolences for the loss of your son, making you tense up and your breathing quicken from stress, which only made your chest more obvious.

You could tell Aegon was bothered, but that’s what you wanted, so you made no effort to be modest.

“Rather lewd tonight,” Aemond said, standing behind your chair, greeting you for the first time all night, “don’t you think?”

“Perhaps,“ you responded, taking a sip from your cup.

Aemond leaned down next to your ear and whispered, “What’s he done then, hm?”

You giggled at the question, Aemond smiling as he stood tall and moved to greet the people next to you, ending your interaction. Aegon couldn’t hear what Aemond said, but Aemond being so close to you and whispering in your ear angered him.

“What did he say?” Aegon asked, unable to help the curiosity.

“Nothing of importance,” you said, remaining stoic.

Aegon’s nostrils flared as another member of House Dondarrion approached the table.

Aegon remained observant the entire night, a possessiveness consuming him as he intentionally stared at anyone who gawked at you, his gaze intimidating them into looking away.

When you returned to King’s Landing, you retreated to your shared chambers.

“It does not befit a queen to dress in such a vulgar way. I cannot fathom why you would do such a thing tonight,” Aegon said.

You poured two cups of wine as you replied, “you cannot fathom? Dear husband, I think you can. Take a guess as to why I may behave as such.”

You handed Aegon one of the cups, taking a sip from your own and intentionally tilting it too far upward, the red liquid spilling down your neck and onto your chest.

“Fuck, what a shame,” you spoke, placing the cup down and moving your hair behind your back.

Aegon watched you swipe a thumb over your bottom lip and suck the wine off of it.

“Stop it,” he warned.

“Stop what? You cannot expect me to just stand here covered in wine,” you quipped, “do you happen to have a cloth?”

Aegon retrieved an used cloth from the table next to you, holding it out to you, as if to say ‘here’s the cloth you absolutely knew was there and only made me grab to mess with me.’

“I can’t see my own neck,” you said, “help me?”

Aegon sighed in frustration, moving the cloth to clean your chin, then your neck, moving it lower and lower. He watched the muscles in your neck flex as you swallowed, and he didn’t even think about holding his actions back before his lips were on your neck, cleaning off the wine with his tongue.

Your mouth opened and a small sigh left your lips, the feeling of his mouth on you after so fucking long making you needier than usual.

Aegon moved down to your breasts, licking and kissing the top flesh of one of your breasts before jolting back and wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “No.”

“Aegon-“

“Please, I don’t think I’m strong enough for this.”

Aegon dropped the cloth back onto the table and marched out of the room, leaving you worked up and your breasts coated in wine. You let out a disappointed huff as you called your handmaidens in to run you a bath, hoping it would help you relax.

The next morning, Aegon had council business to attend to all day, but he had made an unfortunate mistake when you first wed: he told you that you were always welcome in council meetings, and that he would cut out the tongue of anyone who tried to speak against your presence there.

You swung open the doors to the council room, all heads turning toward you as you walked over to your husband.

“What is it?” Aegon asked, sitting taller and taller the closer you got to him.

“You said I was always welcome in these meetings, Your Grace.”

You seldom ever called Aegon by his title, but you knew that doing so drove him crazy. You noticed him shift slightly in his chair.

“The current matter of discussion is rather important,” he said.

“I would hope so, you’ve been in here all day,” you said, gripping the back of Aegon’s chair and pulling it with all your might, a seated Aegon inching a tiny bit away from the table. You were giving it your all, but could only move the chair a small amount back.

“What are you doing?” he asked, as the rest of the council just watched the scene play out. They knew better than to question you in these meetings.

You then sat yourself directly on Aegon, adjusting yourself so that you were comfortable in his lap, but he could still see the table. You were acting immature, but that was the point.

“This is entirely inappropriate,” he whispered into your ear, evidently tense. He was genuinely annoyed at you for sitting on his lap in the middle of a council meeting, but you didn’t care.

“I thought that was something you liked about me?” you whispered back into his ear.

You made brief eye contact. Aegon didn’t want to embarrass you in front of the Lords at the table, so he maintained a whisper. “Get up.”

You smiled, making the council think you were not in an argument, but rather exchanging a few private sentences before returning to duty. You leaned your head back so you were in his ear again. “No.”

“Your Grace,” Lord Commander of the King’s Guard and Hand of the King, Criston Cole, interrupted, “forgive me, but this is rather urgent.”

“Right then,” Aegon said, turning his attention back to the meeting as you remained on his lap.

The men all began to speak of war strategy and politically advantageous pairings, Aegon’s arm instinctively finding its way around your waist to keep you in place.

Every few minutes, you shifted your positioning, intentionally grinding down on his cock. He gripped your waist to try to stop you every time, but it never worked.

When the meeting was finished, you hopped up and left the room before Aegon could catch you.

Later in the day, he caught you walking alone to the library, and he pulled you into an adjacent hallway.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he warned, “that little stunt you pulled during my council meeting? Never again.”

“I do not know to what you refer,” you said, slowly pulling up one side of your dress, revealing more and more of your thigh until your entire leg was exposed, giving you room to dip your fingers underneath your dress.

“What are you-“

“It seems as though I’ve forgotten to put on anything under this dress,” you said, looking up at Aegon through hooded eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, watching your hand disappear fully underneath your dress.

“Would not have to, if only I found myself a husband to do it for me.”

“Don’t,” Aegon demanded, grabbing your wrist and stilling your hand.

“Please,” you pleaded, desperation in your eyes as Aegon looked at you, nearly breaking.

Instead, he dropped your wrist, walking away from you again and leaving you alone.

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When Aegon entered your chambers that night, you were already bathing. You were resting your head against the cool metal of the bathtub, your knees visible over the water, your body partially covered by the weak bubbles on the water’s surface. You opened your eyes when you heard the door open, and Aegon approached you, pulling one of your handmaiden’s stools next to the tub and taking a seat.

“What is it, Aegon?” you asked, re-relaxing and closing your eyes.

“What are you doing?” he asked, and you didn’t see it, but his eyes ran up and down the length of your body as he spoke.

“Bathing?” you answered, almost more of a question than an answer. What you were doing was blatantly obvious, so the question confused you slightly.

“If this is another one of your dirty tricks, it won’t work.”

You let out a deep breath. “It’s not, I really just wanted to relax.”

You opened your eyes, and Aegon cocked an eyebrow at you. “I’m serious, Aegon. I’ve tried enough, and it has not worked. I give up. That’s what you wanted, right?”

You meant it. You were tired of trying to work him up, instigate something, or be lustful, if it was never going to work. You were tired of throwing yourself at someone who clearly did not want you anymore.

Aegon didn’t respond, he just continued to watch you as you closed your eyes again, relaxing into the water. He could see most of your body beneath the surface of the clear liquid, the bubbles almost entirely dissipated.

You heard a small whisper of your name, but you kept your eyes closed, allowing yourself to continue winding down for the night.

Aegon reached out to run his hand over your knee, and the feeling made you jolt slightly, your eyes opening at the sudden contact. You gave Aegon a confused, somewhat concerned look.

“You would truly risk experiencing the tragedy of losing our son again?” he asked, his voice the smallest you’d ever heard it, “just to have me?”

You placed your hand on top of his. “What happened was out of our control. If the gods did not intend for him to be your heir, so be it. It cannot be a fault of our own. We did not bring it upon him, Aegon. We have no knowledge of what could happen given another heir, and this tragedy is not reason enough for me to give up on having children. I think it unfair of you to make such a drastic decision on my behalf. If you do not wish to be intimate with me because you yourself do not desire it, then so be it, but you do not get to make these decisions for me. I did not choose to be without your touch, Aegon, and it is unfair for you to choose it for me.”

It was the most you’d said at one time since your son died.

“I miss you,” you added.

A tear fell down Aegon’s cheek. “I never want to see you in pain again.”

“There is no guarantee you would. There is not even a guarantee I will fall pregnant again.”

Aegon knew you were right. He was making decisions for you, and he knew he had no right to, he was just so scared. He hated seeing what losing your first son did to you, and he thought he was doing right by you by not risking a pregnancy and then loss of another. He did not realize the damage he was doing.

He was lost in his thoughts, and you took his silence to mean that he was sticking to his word. “Please just let me rest, Aegon, I do not wish to rehash the same argument again.”

You fell back into your relaxed position, removing your hand from Aegon’s and resting both of your hands on either side of the metal tub.

Aegon only spoke a small whisper of your name again before moving his hand down your leg, sinking beneath the water. You maintained your position. He made it clear to you he did not want intimacy anymore, so why would he actually be doing something intimate?

You were caught by surprise when his hand reached between your legs and he ran a finger between your folds. You inhaled a sharp breath, your eyes remaining shut as the feeling was too good. Even if this stopped right now, you needed to make the most of the feeling while you had it.

Only, it didn’t stop. Aegon continued to feel you, circling his finger around your clit, causing your head to fall back even further as a soft whine left your lips. Aegon hadn’t heard the sweet sound of your whines and moans in ages, and one tiny noise from you made him completely forget why he ever vowed to keep himself away from you.

The water was sloshing slightly as Aegon moved his hand, inserting a finger into your hole as his thumb took residence on your clit, keeping the stimulation there as he began to push a finger in and out of you.

He watched you writhe in the water, your hips beginning to grind up into his hand. “A-Aegon,” you tried to catch his attention, but he was so consumed in you that he took it for a moan.

He leaned over you, his face mere inches from yours. “Say my name again.”

“A-Aegon, I was t-“

Aegon cut you off by kissing you, catching you off guard and making you squeal with surprise into the kiss. He began to move his hand faster and faster, the water nearly spilling out of the tub from the movement of his arm.

You moved to grab his wrist, and he pulled away from your mouth briefly to inspect your face and make sure you were alright.

“As much as I want you,” you breathed out, “I don’t want to do anything unless you do as well.”

Aegon didn’t verbally respond, as he often didn’t, but instead kissed you, hard. You held the back of his head, deepening the kiss as he added another finger into you, a moan escaping your throat into the kiss, only egging Aegon on more.

“Fuck,” you whimpered when Aegon pulled away.

He leaned down to kiss your neck, not caring at all about the water hitting the side of his face and drenching his hair.

You moaned and whined as his fingers fucked you at a violent pace, curling when they hit the sweet spot within you that had your breathing nearly stopping for moments at a time.

“Aegon, I’m-“

Aegon lifted his head so that he was looking directly at you. Your eyes squeezed shut as your climax hit you hard, Aegon removing his hand from you to grip either side of your face and kiss you as your orgasm washed over you, your juices mixing with the bath water.

Aegon softened the kiss as he felt your breathing calm down, only pulling away when your muscles released their tension beneath him.

“Thank you,” you sighed.

“Get out of this thing,” Aegon said, standing up and holding out both of his hands to you.

You placed your hands in his, allowing him to help pull you to a standing position. You shivered as the cool air hit your bare, wet skin. You stepped out of the bathtub, anchoring your balance on Aegon. When you stepped onto the ground, Aegon pulled your waist against him so quickly that you nearly fell over.

“If you’re all in, I’m all in,” he spoke.

You gave him a genuine smile. “I’m all in. Always have been.”

Aegon leaned down to kiss you again, backing your bodies up slightly so that you were standing directly next to the stool.

Aegon then became almost carnal, having been without you for so long that he was too impatient now to wait any longer.

Aegon pulled you away from him and spun your body around, pushing you down until you were bent over the stool he was sitting on mere moments ago.

He undid his breeches and pushed his clothing down, leaving his lower half exposed.

He held a hand out in front of your face. “Spit.”

You did as you were told, giving him the lubricant that he spread on the head of his cock as he lined himself up with your entrance. He began to push into you slowly for a moment, before slamming his entire length into you.

You cried out at the feeling. One of his hands gripped your waist while the other fisted into your hair, pulling your neck back as he fucked you from behind. He was snapping his hips from the first thrust on, the pressure causing your body, and subsequently the stool, to shift forward with each hit.

“F-fuck,“ you moaned, “I missed y-you, Y-our Grace.”

The title only made him more feral, his grip on your hips destined to bruise you as he slammed into you viciously. He growled and groaned behind you, subconsciously trying to make up for months of deprivation.

You came again, the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock like a vice pushing him over the edge, despite the sex not lasting long at all. His body was in desperate need of you.

He bottomed out inside of you as he came, spilling his seed within you as he calmed down for a moment before pulling out of you.

He released his grip on your hair, allowing you to push yourself up. You nearly lost your balance, but Aegon caught your waist with his arm.

“I missed you too,” Aegon spoke, “what a fucking idiot I am.”

“Yeah, but that’s not new,” you teased, giving him a sweet kiss to show your forgiveness.

[girl-lostconnection]

Omg, ghost from unsweetened au who refuses to leave your side when you’re together 😞😞

Cooks for you, cleans for you, goes out with you and is always text to you, sigh..

Saw this video on TikTok sometime ago and that’s literally him.

Yes-yes-yes! Especially if we are talking about Ghost from the time skip (aka military-polished Ghost) when he has already settled into the rhythm of having you and he kinda clicked you in his life and himself into yours like puzzle pieces.

Ghost, who hovers nearby when you cook, insists on washing the dishes himself and REFUSES to sleep or even nap without you because “tha’s just better, luv”.

He comes home on leave and doesn’t fucking go out until you do because why would he??? He already was out more than enough while deployed — he slept in some uncomfortable places, most of which didn’t have proper mattress, he’s been wet and cold, he’s been too hot and sweaty as a bloody dog, he’s been uncomfortable.

So when he’s home? Baby, he’s not going ANYWHERE. As a matter of fact, he holes up in your flat/house/whatever with you and relishes in how comfortable everything is.

How soft you are, how good and tasty food is, how warm the blankets are and how fucking decadent a proper mattress on your bed feels (bought specifically with his back aches in mind (this man is big and heavy, I just know his lower back gives him hell sometimes)).

Simon is basically joined to you at the hip and doesn’t see anything wrong with it — always touching you, always trying to press his big fucking head in the crook of your neck, at the back of it, in your stomach and lap.

Simon who loves just listening to you, loves having you close, loves knowing that this space — it’s only for you two. It’s safe, it’s warm, it’s comfortable.

Many things there were made with his height or issues in mind and many things bear the mark of you buying them for yourself and later sharing with him.

I honestly believe that in his case, sharing and having things bought for him specifically is a love language. When you grow up without much, lacking a lot of emotional support and comforts, lacking basic comforts and necessities it can later in life make you a bit extreme (eating too much, hoarding things, being touchy about sharing, being generally territorial).

And for him it means so much that you buy things for him or cook for him — care for him in general. And I feel like after knowing you for so long he’s at his most comfortable with you because he knows you won’t take something away from him, he knows on subconscious level that you are safe.

Also if we are talking about Ghost before the timeskip this lad isn’t going ANYWHERE unless he absolutely has to. Like you are at school? Already waiting for you, already draping his arm over your shoulders and herding you inside like he’s a guard dog.

Library? He’s there, one of your headphones in his ear, his hand draped over the back of your chair, his side pressed into you.

Coffee/book shops? He is just a step behind you, a little awkward and a little out of place with his spiked leather jackets and massive height and very obvious nervousness, but he’s there while you are browsing books. He’d probably get startled by loud noises and the first instinct he has is to cover you (oh, I’m gonna start crying just thinking about it) with his body. It’s something he does without even thinking— protective instinct that was previously only spread to Tommy.

Any afterschool activities? He’s walking you TO and FROM them, huffing out air and rolling his eyes when you tell him that he doesn’t have to do that. Like hell, he’d pass on the opportunity to be near you.

Visiting your home? He’s a big awkward lad and he feels very out of place, at least at first but it gets easier with time and with you. And I feel like he’d be impossibly pleased to see you in something cozy and soft even if that’s just sweatpants and T-shirt. Makes inner mutt inside of him nod in satisfaction that you are warm and comfortable (uses it as a chance to nuzzle into you again).

He’d probably be glued to you no matter what you do around the house, chest pressed to your back if you need to do stuff standing, hand wrapped around yours if you have to move. Physical contact is not really something he’s used to and now that he finally has access to it, it’s like he can’t get enough.

Sleepovers? Again, he’s very satisfied with seeing you warm and happy, all cozy in your home clothing and your blanket is soft and you are soft and honestly, he’d feel like he’s in heaven. I feel like he’d be a big fan of sleeping on your chest or just wrapped around you as a big spoon, face pressed to your neck (his favourite spot).