#i really feel like he should wear ONLY very tight pants from now on yes

[aurinkomoukari]

[imaginesforeveryone]

The Big Fight (Part 2)

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x Y/N Warning: Smut, fluff, swearing Summary: It was the day after your found out your brother had been killed, and Bonnie tried to make you feel better in a special way. 

It was the day after your brother had died, and Bonnie stayed with you the entire time. He woke up in the middle of the night when you woke up crying and you couldn’t be more grateful for him because he did that for you, even thought you barely knew each other. You woke up finally in the morning around 10 am. You felt as if you slept on something hard. You opened your eyes to see a naked chest under your head. Knowing it was Bonnie, you sat up slowly seeing him sleeping soundly. You turned in the bed and put your feet on the cold ground, trying to be as quiet as you could be not to wake him knowing he was up very late with you. You stood up and adjusted you’d night gown as your crossed the room to go into the bathroom. 

“Hey, you okay?” You heard and groggy Bonnie behind you. You turned to see him sitting up in your bed rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Go back to sleep. You were up late.” You told him. 

“No, I’m okay I got plenty of sleep.” He said getting out of your bed only wearing his pants. 

“You were sweating last night so I took my shirt off to make you more comfortable.” He said looking down at his body. 

“Thank you.” You said to him with a small smile.

“Well go ahead and get ready I have something planned for us today.” He said grabbing his shirt and putting it on. 

“Bonnie, I’m really not in the mood for anything, besides laying in my bed.” You told him. 

“Come on, love. It’s nothing big, just trust me. Let me help you.” He said closing the gap between the two of you. 

“Fine.” You said rolling your eyes and going to your closet to get clothes. You grabbed your favorite cozy button down, along with a cozy pair of pants. You went to the bathroom, and changed. 

“This good enough?” You asked Bonnie walking out in the attire you really didn’t try with. 

“Perfect.” He said with a smile. He grabbed your jacket off the back of your door and held it open to help it onto you. You walked to him and put your hands in either arm holes. 

“Alright, let’s go.” He said taking your hand and leading you out your bedroom door then to the front door. 

“Where are you two going?” You heard Polly say from behind you, sitting at the table with Tommy. 

“I’m taking her out to hopefully Chee her up a bit, Miss. Grey.” Bonnie said turning around. 

“You got a gun, son?” Tommy asked standing and walking closer to you two. 

“Yes, Mr. Shelby. She will be safe. I promise you that.” He said. 

“Good, watch for Italians.” He said. 

“Tom, I’m also a Shelby, Remember that.” You said before walking out if the house. Bonnie followed behind you, he walked passed you to open the door to the car for you and then went around the get into the driver seats. He started the car and drove away. 

“Bonnie, Where are we going?” You asked about 20 minutes into your drive. You were now in the fields, just trees and fields all around you. 

“We are almost there. Just hang on a bit longer.” He told you with a smile. You rolled your eyes and looked back out the window, taking in the view of just calmness. Way different then small heath, and London. All of sudden you turned off of the road you have been on for what felt like hours. 

“We are here.” He said with a smile on his face as he parked on the dirt road. You looked out the window and saw a carriage with, a horse. Something you missed from your childhood. You smiled at Bonnie and jumped out of the car so fast. 

“You did this? For me?” You asked rounding the car to look at him .

“Of course I know how gypsies are, and I know what helps them. You need to travel. It’ll help you.” You smiled jumping into his arms and hugging his so tight. After a moment of that, you jumped down. 

“Thank you.” You said smiling up at him. 

“Anytime, love.” He said with a smile. 

“Well should we go?” He asked as you just stood there. You just smiled and ran to the carriage and the horse caught your eye. Beautiful black horse, huge hooves and beautiful hair. You went over and pet it down its back. 

“It’s Tommy’s. He let me take her today.” Bonnie said walking up to you. Well, now you feel like an asshole the way you talked to him before you left. You’re brother actually cared how you were feeling. You two got into the carriage, Bonnie took the reins and you two were off. 

“So where are we going?” You asked looking over at him 

“Its a surprise.” He said with a little giggle at the end. You rolled your eyes and averted your eyes back to the forrest that you rode through. Taking in the beautiful scenery, and remember back to when you were a kid, your brothers all beside you, in the carriage. Before you knew it, the bouncing of the carriage, and the clacking of the horses hooves, soothed you to sleep. About 20 minutes later you felt the carriage come to a halt waking you from your nap. You were leaning up against Bonnie as you awake. 

“Sorry, I don’t know how I fell asleep.” You told him sitting up and stretching. 

“Its no problem. It would put me to sleep to if I hadn’t been on the road as long as you have been.” He said setting the reins down. You looked around and you were in a big field, that had a river running through it. You were posted up right in front of the river. You heard the water splashing up against the walls of the river and the current quickly moving. 

“Gosh, did I miss this.” You said getting out of the carriage and breathing deeply the open, clean air. 

“It looks good on you.” He said looking over at you as you went to pet the horse that pulled you two to the beautiful destination. 

“What does?” You said smiling but not taking your eyes away from the beautiful beast in front of you. 

“This destination. The traveling. The calmness it brings you.” Bonnie said walking up behind you and petting the main of the horse. You smiled as your turned around to look at him. 

“Well, it’s because of you I’m able to do this today.” You said smiling up at him not much space between the two of you.

“Well, I like you y/n. I don like you seeing upset, and I know as a gypsy that hasn’t been on the road in a long time, that could help me through hard times.” He said placing this had on your cheek and rubbing it softly with his touch hands. You closed your eyes relaxing into his hand. 

“Thank you, Bonnie.” You said opening your eyes again slowly, even closer to him than before. 

“Anytime, anywhere, love.” He said before he placed a kiss on your lips. As he started to pull away, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulling him into the kiss again, deepening it. As panting started between the two of you trying to gasp for air between kisses. He took your legs and wrapped them around him and began carrying you. He set you on the opening of the back of the carriage and not detaching his lips from yours. You pulled his jacket off of him and threw it on the ground behind him along with his hat. You moved back further into the carriage to allow him to get in. He hoped up into it, and crawled over to you. 

“You sure you want to do this?” Bonnie asked inches from your face. 

“I’m very, very sure.” You said with a smile. He smiled back at you and quickly helped you out of your jacket. You grabbed ahold of his suspenders of took them off his shoulders and ripped the buttons off his loose white button down exposing his torso to the cool air that blew from the outside into the back of the carriage. Bruises, and cuts, peppered his skin from the fight the day before. Pushing you out of your thoughts, he attached his lips to yours once again and fell back into the pile of pillow and blankets. He ran his hands up your shirt causing goosebumps to form all over your body in ecstasy, not of being cold. You hadn’t been touched in you rodent even know how long. But, Bonnie. Bonnie, made you feel different then just a fuck like you have only ever had. 

As he ran his hand up your torso he removed your shirt and threw it to your side exposing your naked chest to him. He sat up on his knees between your legs to take you in. You smiled at him, and rolled your eyes, sitting up and unbuttoning his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers as far as they could go. After that, you did the same for yourself, but taking them off all the way. Now laid, completely naked and exposed to Bonnie. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful , Love” He said holding each side of your hips and squeezing. 

“Yeah? Then show me how beautiful I am. Ey?” You said smiling up at him. He grinned down at you and quickly attached his lips to your hard nipples, causing a soft moan to escape from between your lips. You ran your hands through his thick curly hair. After a few moments of him attacking your breasts with his amazing mouth you pulled his lips back yours and attacked his tongue with yours. 

“Fuck me, Bonnie.” You told him as you held eye contact with him. 

“Yes ma’am.” He said before grabbing his cock between the two of your and lining his self up with your entrance. Looking back up at you for confirmation. You just shook your head at him with a smile. As you did so, he slowly slid into you causing a loud groan to exit the both of you. 

“Fuck, Bonnie.” You groaned out lowly. 

“Yeah, you like that love?” He asked looking into your eyes and keeping a slow pace. 

“Fuck yes.” You said arching your chest up to him and he attached himself too your buds. 

“Bonnie. Fuck me harder.” You groaned out as your wrapped your arms around his neck and putting your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. 

“Yeah? You want that love?” He said looking at you. 

“Yes, please Bonnie. Please.” You cried out. As you said he got up on his knees and grabbed ahold of your hips to keep himself steady and to pull you hard into him. He began to pump faster, and faster causing you to grab ahold of his forearms and squeezing. 

“Fuck ‘El, Bonnie. I’m going to cum.” You yelled out feeling a knot form in your stomach. As you spoke those words, Bonnie lifted you up, he still in his knees, his cock not leaving the inside of you, you planted your feet on either side of him now in a squatting position. He began again pouring up into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, helping you stay upright, but he also had a hand planted right between your shoulder blades, and the other hold one of your ass cheeks. 

“Go ahead love. Cum.” He whispered into your ear and softly kissing your neck and pouring even harder into you. At a lose of words, and breathe you mouth just hung open as your pussy pulsated around his cock. 

“Fuck love. I don’t think I can hold on any longer either with the pussy of yours.” He said. With that you pushed him back so he was on his back, and his head just on the edge of the door to exit the carriage. You sunk deeper onto him now and began rolling your hips on him. 

“Go head, Love. Cum.” You told him. With that he grabbed ahold of your hips and pounded up into you very hard causing another wave to overcome your body. 

“Fuck. I love that cock Bonnie. Your going to make me cum again.” You cried out. 

“Cum with me love.” He said licking his finger and rubbing on your clit causing electricity to pulsate through your body and your walls pulsate around him. 

“Yes, love. Yes. Cum inside of me.” You cried out and with that he did as you did along with him. 

“Fuck.” You said as you fell back onto the pillows and blankets. Feeling Bonnie, climb next to you, and laid down now with his pants pulled back up. He pulled you into him and covered you with a blanket. You laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes. 

“Thank you.” You said lowly. 

“For what Love?” He asked running his fingers up and down your arm. 

“Helping me feel better. Doing all this. Never have had anyone go through this much to just help me feel better.” You said still with your eyes closed. 

“Anytime. Anywhere.” He said kissing the top of your head. Wit that you slowly drifted to sleep.

[octuscle]

Business trip (Day one)

I am a counsellor. I analyse customer processes and try to optimise them. Optimising this planet is my goal in life. Some people think I'm a nerd. But I also have another side… Is it wrong that it's 11 o'clock in the morning and I'm feeling horny…? While I'm sitting at a client's desk in a suit and tie, analysing work instructions…? That's actually not that sexy. Maybe it's just hunger. Maybe I should go to lunch earlier today.

The place where I'm currently working is a medium-sized town with maybe 100,000 inhabitants. Could be a few more. Could be a few less. My customer is on the edge of the city centre, and the choice of restaurants in the immediate vicinity is rather limited. My customer recommended a snack bar for my lunch break. Better than nothing.

At 11.30 a.m., the snack bar is still very quiet. The guy who works there is really hot. He's wearing a black T-shirt under his black shooter that shows off his well-defined upper arms. He seems to have noticed you checking him out. He looks at you with a grin. You swear that he's taken a good look at your bum.

We start chatting… I'm a stranger here. Far away from home. Apart from the customer I'm visiting, I don't know anyone here. I ask if there are any good bars in the neighbourhood. He recommends one and says he's going there later….. "Maybe you could meet me there," he says. I have to tell him I don't have any casual clothes with me. Maybe he can help me out…. Yes, he says, he's about the same size as me. But he's only wearing skinny jeans and trainers. I wonder if that's my style. I laugh. Definitely for going to a bar. I reckon we're both 32 in the waist… My thighs are probably a bit more muscular than his. But it's worth a try.

He reckons if they're a bit too tight, squeezing into them would help me. Do I need underwear too? I suspect I won't be able to fit much in a really tight pair of jeans other than a jockstrap. In that case, I'd really have to hope for his help. Sure thing, he replies. That's all he wears!!! He has a black one and a white one. Which would I prefer, unless of course I want a dirty one from his hamper….. The thought makes me lick even more precum. Seriously, it's for a night out in a bar. I'll also happily take a worn jockstrap. Gladly in white. What kind of bar is this, I ask. I mean, can I keep the white button-down shirt on? For the start of the evening, yes, he replies. A lot of the guys there take strip off when the evening gets warmer. And about the pants: he has a white jockstrap in his hamper, but he admits it might be a little stained with his cum from last night. I wonder if that bothers me?

I don't think it's any worse than the precum soaked white boxer shorts I'm wearing now. And I add that it's because of him. I grab my crotch. He does too. About the shirt, I ask him if he has a plain white T-shirt or something. Then I would certainly feel more comfortable in it with jeans and trainers… He has a plain white T-shirt that I'm happily invited to wear.

I arrange to meet him at his house at 20:00. I go straight there. No diversions via the hotel. The afternoon is extremely unproductive. All I can think about is the hot guy and the evening with him. I try to remember the name of the bar. But I can't find it. And everything I find on Google Maps doesn't match the description the guy in the café gave me at all… Maybe I misunderstood him too. And it's not really a bar at all.

Damn, I can't wait to be in this guy's jeans tonight. I'm so annoyed that I travelled to my business meeting this time without sportswear. Otherwise I could have worked out at the gym beforehand.

It's almost eight o'clock in the evening. I'm standing in front of the house of the hunk from the snack bar. It doesn't look like a house at all. More like a warehouse. But there is actually an entrance door to the right of the large garage door. Just a single doorbell. No name… But the address and the house number seem to be correct… I press the doorbell. There is no sound, but obviously there are visual signals. I can see flashes of light through a window. And shortly afterwards I hear footsteps.

I have to take a deep breath when the door opens. The hunk is wearing jeans, probably the same ones he was wearing in the snack bar. But he's taken off his T-shirt. Above the belt, he's only wearing a flashy gold chain. In between, a slim, well-trained upper body covered with well-trimmed body hair. He greets me with a fist bump. "Sick that you actually came. I wasn't sure if I hadn't been too pushy." I swallow briefly. And then I smile "We haven't even introduced ourselves yet. My name is Marcus." He's grinning. Perfect teeth. Bright blue eyes. "Call me Liam. Everyone calls me Liam." He gestures for me to follow him and we enter the building.

It looks as if the offices of the warehouse have been converted into a makeshift flat. Some of the furniture is clearly from an office. Moving boxes are standing around. Not untidy, but not cosy either.

Liam opens a door and we enter a warehouse. Empty except for a food truck, an old Ford Mustang and a Ducati racing bike. I look at him questioningly. "You'll have to excuse me. The whole property was a bargain. But a lot of it is still very improvised." He strokes the motorbike. "My great love," he says with a grin. He asks if I ride a motorbike too. I shake my head. "Big mistake, mate! You should change that!" Liam strides briskly through the hall, opening a steel door at the end opposite the gate. Behind it is obviously his laundry room. Liam points to a laundry basket and says with a grin that I should help myself. He doesn't even pretend to be discreet as I undress. He stops in the doorway and kneads his bump. Naked except for my boxer shorts, I rummage through his dirty underwear. Shit, my boner is building such an obvious tent in my shorts that I might as well not bother. I reach for the first available jockstrap, take off my boxer shorts and put on the urine-yellow, cum-encrusted jockstrap. An unmistakable wet spot forms. Liam has pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his trouser pocket, takes a fag, lights a cigarette and hands it to me. I gave up smoking three years ago. Never mind.

The jeans are stained. The white T-shirt smells as if Liam had worn it several days in a row on hot summer days while cooking in the snack bar. It takes me a while to find two socks that match. Liam goes to a cupboard, takes a pair of worn-out trainers and throws them to me. I can't help but press a shoe to my face and take a deep breath. It smells of many kilometres walked. Liam scrutinises me. He nods appreciatively. And asks me to throw him a vest. "Let's go," he says and stubs out his fag on the concrete floor. He walks towards the garage door. I follow him.

I've had this job as a management consultant for a year and a half. After graduating, I started at a bank, but that was boring. I like travelling around, I like the variety. And I actually like the anonymity. At home, I would never have dared to leave the house in this lift. Here it just doesn't matter. Nobody knows me here. And looking like a redneck makes me horny. With the hot redneck next to me, even more so. It's one of the first warm evenings of the year. We walk through the streets in silence. Liam gives me a second cigarette. Shit, why did I ever stop?

No wonder Google couldn't find the pub. The pub to which the door we're standing in front of belongs seems to have been closed for a long time. The windows are boarded up. The old door has been replaced by a metal building door. Nevertheless, there is a doorbell. Liam presses it. It doesn't take long for a muscular guy with a naked, heavily tattooed torso to open the door. He first greets Liam with a firm handshake. And then he scrutinises me. "Mack, a friend," says Liam. The guy shakes my hand too. God knows I'm no pushover. But he almost crushes my hand. And then he waves me in.

Despite the fact that the building looks completely deserted from the outside, there's a lot going on inside. A good dozen men are hanging around a bar, smoking and drinking beer. Most of them around Liam's and my age. Late 20s, early 30s, sporty types. Jeans, T-shirt. We fit in perfectly. Liam takes off his vest and tucks it into his trousers. Without warning, his right hand goes under my shirt and pinches my nipple. "Bit of a prude, mate?" he asks. Grinning, I take my shirt off. A bloke arrives with three bottles of beer. He scrutinises Liam's chest first, then mine. He hands us each a bottle and says to Liam that it wouldn't be clever of him to bring his own competition. I'm not a bodybuilder… But I am indeed a bit more muscular than Liam. I grin at the guy "Mack, nice to meet you. Always nice to meet Liam's friends." "Mason. Nice to meet you. And I didn't realise Liam had friends." I don't see the icy stare Liam gives Mason. I just laugh and take a sip of beer.

The place is getting fuller and fuller. Liam knows God and the world. He introduces me to a dozen horny blokes. Everyone invites me for a beer. Thank God, because I have my mobile phone and wallet in my suit in Liam's laundry room. I'm practically at the mercy of the guys here. And they take advantage of it. I remember pissing in my trousers at some point. I vaguely remember throwing up in a totally filthy toilet at some point. And then I don't remember anything else…

[stripydottycat]

Will knew that long term prisoners often got admirers. Hell, some even married in prison! So Will was pleasantly surprised to get a visit from a sultry blonde woman who whispered “I want your body” in a most seductive manner

Alright!

What was Chilton’s take on conjugal visits?

Chilton had struck out with the sultry blonde multiple times. He decided to allow a conjugal visit but only after putting Will on a cocktail of drugs known to cause erectile dysfunction. Revenge is best served with pharmaceuticals.

Although the problem wasn’t so much erectile dysfunction as an inability to finish. Will didn’t mind a little bit of edging, or even a medium amount. But total inability to finish was very frustrating. It was only when when Jackie (Will was sure that was not the woman’s real name but he really didn’t care) called him “a good boy, a very good boy, the best boy” that he spurted all over her hand. She ran her (clean) left hand through Will’s hair as he panted against the bars, then departed immediately.

Hannibal visited not half an hour later.

Will was lying on his bed, daydreaming of Jackie & being the very best boy. Hannibal stood outside the bars, entirely still, apart from his nostrils which were going off like a frog in a sock. Clearly…..Will had recently had a successful climax……with a….woman…..with BEDELIA. He grabbed the bars separating him from Will so hard his knuckles went white, & the bars creaked slightly as he pulled on them in his fury.

“WHO WAS SHE!!! WHICH SLUTTY BITCH WHORE DEMON HAS TOUCHED YOU?”

Will was pulled out of his pleasant daydream rather abruptly by the hitherto unknown experience of being being shouted at by Hannibal. He sat up on his bunk, blinking. Why was Hannibal so angry?

His pendulum started madly swinging about all over the place, trailing little glittery love hearts in its wake.

Oh.

“Hannibal….are you…in love with me?”

Of course Hannibal knew Dr Sluttybitch’s smell very well, having had therapy sessions with her twice a week for years, but he wanted to hear Will say it himself. Plus Hannibal couldn’t quite believe Dr Bitchface would be so brazen as to touch his best boy. Hannibal certainly knew what he would be having for dinner the rest of that week & it was Bedelia Bitchslutwhore bolognaise.

“Hannibal?”

His recipe plans were interrupted by the quavering tone of Will, who was now standing quite close to the bars, though not quite close enough to touch.

Will asked again “Are you in love with me, Hannibal?”

Hannibal was lost for words for a moment. Should he declare his feelings for Will now? Having just yelled (ugh, so unbecoming; he hadn’t yelled since he was a surgeon, when he was an accomplished yeller - regularly made junior doctors shit themselves with fear, especially when the yell was followed by an accurately thrown scalpel) he felt quite sheepish, and vulnerable. He paused before replying simply “yes”.

Will’s mouth twisted with displeasure.

“Well that’s a bit unfortunate, Hannibal. Jackie and I …Jackie & I got married last week.”

At that point Will pulled something out of his pocket, & Hannibal noticed the gold wedding ring on his ring finger. Will handed the piece of paper to Hannibal though the bars. Hannibal snatched it off him & stared in disbelief at the image. Will, in a black prison onesie with a white tshirt visible at the neck, & a clearly very poor quality black bow tie, holding the hands through the bars of “Jackie” aka Dr Bedelia Whoreslag Du Maurier who was wearing a puffy sleeved white lace & crystal wedding dress (very poor taste, ugly as hell). She looked very happy, as did Will.

Hannibal started to tremble.

Will handed him another photograph, of “JACKIE” kissing Will through the bars.

Hannibal started to feel tight in the chest. He leaned against the bars, then felt himself slide to the floor. He rolled onto his back & decided he was definitely having a heart attack, or his heart had broken, or possibly both.

Will crouched down close to the bars, a malicious grin on his face.

“See, see?” He hissed at Hannibal. “This is my design.”

Hannibal clutched at his chest, & the World narrowed to a long tunnel, with a bright light at the end…

Hannibal gasped & sat up in bed, clammy & pulse pounding. Will, in bed beside him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said in a concerned tone of voice “Are you ok?”

Hannibal turned to look at him, nodding before lying down to snuggle up to Will. “Merely a spectre of the past playing a game. Tell me Will, how many times did Dr Du Maurier visit you in the BSHCI?”

Will squinted. “Just the once, when she said she believed me.”

“And she was the only woman to visit you, apart from Alana?”

Will was quiet for a moment, then blushed. “Well there was this woman called Jackie…..”

[xiaoscarasimp]

Cat Boi 3 (Now with more cat boys

As you and Scaramouche sat down after dinner one day to watch your favorite anime, your phone starts buzzing. You look down at it and notice that it was your co-worker Zhongli calling, which is odd since he's never done this before. 

"Hello?" You say hesitantly into the phone. 

"Ah, yes, this is Zhongli speaking. Is y/n there?" The voice on the other end sounds very professional; he's always been the serious type.

"Yes, it is."

"Oh, good. I must respectfully ask a favor of you. You see, I am about to have my fiance move in with me, but I'm worried my cat boy will impede the movers. I was wondering if you could watch over him for about a month. Don't worry, you'll be compensated for food, medical, or anything else he might need."

"Z-Zhongli," you stammer. "Let me ask Scara first. I know I've mentioned getting him a friend, but I do feel like he should get some say in the matter." Scaramouche looks over at you with a puzzled look at the mention of his name.

"Excellent. I look forward to hearing a favorable response." Zhongli hangs up and you turn to Scaramouche, trying to figure out how to breach the subject.

Luckily for you, he could read the room when he wanted to. "So, what's this about a possible interruption?" He asks, ears flicking with displeasure.

"So, my co-worker Zhongli asked me to look after his cat for a bit. It won't be permanent just for about a month or so while his fiance moves in," you explain gently. Your anxiety and excitement were running high because you really wanted Scaramouche to have a friend while you were at work along with the fact you didn't want to let your co-worker down.

"Will it only be for a month?" He asks, ears flat against his head, tail wrapped around your wrist. His eyes showed uncertainty, fear and perhaps a little something else. "As long as he remembers that I am top cat and that you're mine and only mine then I guess its ok!" His mood suddenly changed from unsure to pompous in the blink of an eye, causing you to chuckle. 

"Now remember Scara, you have to play nice and also don't get upset if you two dont like the same foods." 

You sent Zhongli a text saying that you could watch over his cat boy for a bit and he replied back rather quickly with a smiley emoji. As you and Scaramouche were watching anime, his tail never left your wrist, anxious because it was one of the last nights you two would have alone together for a while. 

In preparation for Zhongli's cat boy moving in, you decide to prepare Scaramouche's bed room to host two people. Needless to say, Scaramouche wasn't too happy about that. He threw an absolute fit about having to share a room, but you ended up pointing out that he barely slept in there anyways;he mostly slept with you in your bed and only his clothing was in there. 

"If it makes you feel better, I can move some of your clothes into my room? I can also get a spare mattress for you as well." You offer.

His ears perk up. "Do what you want." He waved his hand like shooing off a fly, but his ears and tail betray his actual emotions yet again. 

The move in day arrived quickly, and you heard the door bell ring, opening it to see Zhongli in a white shirt with a tie and some slacks and a cat boy hiding behind him, who was a little bit shorter than Scaramouche. He had black hair with green tips, sharp almond colored eyes, and red eyeliner, not unlike how your very own cat boy would do his. His ears flicked around nervously, you noticed they had slightly greenish tips. This cat boy was dressed rather comfortably, wearing baggy black pants, a skin tight sleeveless white shirt that had the silhouette of clouds on it and black slip on shoes. 

"Come in guys!" You smiled. "Hey, Scara! Come on down and meet the houseguests." 

You barely hear Scaramouche come down stairs, but he let you know he was there with a loud "hmph" when he saw the other cat boy. 'Oh boy,' you thought. 'This better not get messy.' He sat down at the table, tapping his fingers, ignoring the two new people in the house. 

"Thank you for accepting the favor y/n," Zhongli says. "Oh yes. Introductions are in order. This is Xiao. He's a bit shy, but shouldn't cause any problems." The cat boy was still hiding behind his master, ears and eyes alert, still scanning the area for potential threats. Xiao tried to give a polite smile, but faltered when he saw Scaramouche sitting at the table, tapping his finger while giving the guests a mean side eye. 

"Hi,  Xiao. I'm y/n and I hope we can all get along. That grumpy little thing over there is Scaramouche, or Scara for short," you introduce yourself formally. "Tell me, what would you like for dinner tonight? I can make just about anything. Scara prefers seafood, but if there's something you don't like let me know."

Scaramouche scowled at the fact you said Xiao can call him Scara for short; that was your name for him, and only you could use it. He really did have a mean possessive streak that you'd have to scold him about later. 

"...I love almond tofu, however I've been curious about seafood, but Mr. Mor -I mean Zhongli despises seafood. I don't eat a lot of other meat, though." Xiao timidly says, still not making eye contact with you. 

"Sure!" You beamed. "Any flavors you don't like? I have some yellow snapper in the fridge, and it won't be too fishy. I fileted them yesterday so they're fresh." Xiao nodded and you told Zhongli and Xiao to have a seat on the couch while you cook. 

Scaramouche was still sitting at the table, a scowl on his face because it felt like the new cat boy and his master were taking all of your attention; it was going to be a long month. When you walked over to the kitchen, he ended up following you under the pretense of "helping" you and by helping, he means impeding your way by accidentally knocking things over with his tail or being extra affectionate by hugging you while you gather food and spices.

Starting to get a bit irritated, you turn around to Scaramouche and tell him to go sit on the couch or at the table at the very least. "Maybe you can get to know Xiao a little bit as well." He gave you one last hug and sat down at the table, grumbling the entire time.

You had found a blackened snapper recipe the day before and wanted to try it out. You coat the fish in the blackening seasoning, which to your delight smelled pretty spicy. Hopefully this won't be too much for the cat boys, but honestly, this is the only way you'll eat fish if it's drowned in spices. A thought crossed your mind: what if we tried this seasoning on chicken? Your mouth started salivating at the thought of blackened chicken.

Once you've seasoned the fish, you put it in the over for a little bit and you start making the side dishes. Rice was always a safe bet, but you needed a veggie to pair with it for a balanced meal. You remembered you had some edamame in the freezer. Scaramouche comes over and attempts to distract you by headbutting your shoulder, but you pay him no mind other than petting his head gently. 

"Scara, dinner will be ready in five minutes. Have you talked to Xiao or Zhongli at all yet?" You ask, keeping an eye on the food timers. 

"Pffft, no. Why would I want to talk to people intruding *my* space? That Xiao fucker doesn't seem like he's all that and Zhongli has tried to talk to me about tea." Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

"I thought you liked tea though?"

"Yeah, I do but that does not mean I want to chat at some random stranger about tea,” Scaramouche rolls his eyes.  

"Either way, I'm gonna need you to behave. Can you help me set the table really quick?" You ask as all the timers go off. Scaramouche rolls his eyes yet again, but begrudgingly grabs plates, forks, and knives.  

"Hey, Zhongli," you call over to the tall man sitting in the living room. "I know Xiao said that you don't like fish, but I don't have much else to offer you. Will you be fine for tonight?"

Zhongli chuckles and tells you he has his fiance cooking dinner at home. Xiao and Scaramouche roll their eyes, to which you chuckle.

You plate the food and bring it over to the two cat boys who are just reveling in the smell of the fish. Scaramouche starts eating first, to which you remind him to do the pre dinner ritual while Xiao knows the custom and waits. After you guys do the traditional Inazuma "ittadakimasu," Xiao takes a small bite of the snapper, eyes wide, and trying to decide if he likes it or not. Scaramouche, on the other hand, starts devouring the rice first, followed by a few bites of the fish; neither of the boys seemed interested in the edamame, which was fine by you since it was your favorite part. 

"I-I think I like fish," Xiao murmurs quietly, you almost couldn't hear him. 

"That's great!" You beamed. "One of these days I'll try to make almond tofu. Can't guarantee it'll be any good, but we can give it our best shot."

After you finish dinner, you ask Scaramouche to help with cleaning up to which he gave you a bit of a hard time, but then reluctantly agreed. He complained every step of the way, griping about why Xiao wasn't helping or how the food stuck to the plates while washing them off. In response, you gave him a hard stare, and he almost immediately shut up, his tail flicked in agitation. 

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot: we need to bring Xiao's stuff in. Hey Zhongli, can you help me bring stuff in?" You ask the taller man. 

Surprisingly, Xiao did not bring that much: only a duffle bag full of clothes, shampoo, and other toiletries, as well as a giant stuffed animal in the shape of a bird. You chuckle to yourself. Who knew the seemingly stoic catboy would have a giant stuffed animal? You couldn't help but wonder if he brought enough, but Zhongli mentioned that the catboy didn't ask for a lot nor sought out anything. 

"So Xiao, here's your room!" You say as you lead him to the guest bedroom. "Let me know if I need to get anything for you or if you don't like something."

"You weren't that nice with me," Scaramouche grumbles under his breath. You pretend like you didn't hear him, although you shot back a glare that said "shut the fuck up or else." 

"...it looks great," Xiao mumbles. "Will the other one be staying in the same room? I notice two beds."

"Hell no," Scaramouche scoffs. "I'll be staying with y/n because I was here first." He sticks his tongue out, causing Xiao to hide behind you; he wasn't scared, just put off by the other's attitude. 

"Scara," you sigh. "Would it kill you to be nice for five minutes? Or least not be a freaking jerk to our guest?" 

"Pretty sure it would." 

As the two cat boys are glaring at each other, Zhongli takes his leave. "Be good for y/n ok, Xiao? Despite the rambunctious one, I believe this to be the best place to stay while Childe and I move all of our stuff to his new place." Xiao flinches at the mention of the other man in Zhongli's life. He was loud, annoying, and honestly a bit of a jerk. Kind reminds him of the catboy he's going to be living with in a way, although Scaramouche seemed more introverted and catty than Childe. 

The three of you bid Zhongli farewell, and once the door shuts, Scaramouche makes a beeline for your room, presumably claiming over half the bed for himself. You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration because you wanted to at least let them get to know each other, or at least acknowledge each other, but that wasn't happening. Xiao flicks his tail as he slinks off to the guest bedroom, closing the door behind him; it was going to be a long month wasn't it? 

When you get to your room, Scaramouche is already in his pajamas, curled up, seemingly asleep with his ear twitching ever so slightly and his mouth slightly open, although you could tell he was just pretending to be asleep. He usually pulled this act when he knew you were angry at him to try and get on your good side, and the worst part was- it usually worked. He was just so adorable when he wasn't berating you or being a jerk in general. Tonight though, he was in deep trouble. 

"Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth." You say sternly. "I know you are not asleep. You know you're in some deep shit." He tsked, his ruse ruined. 

"Look, I don't like sharing you or my space," He pouts, sitting up. "The sooner he's gone, the better. Luckily, he seems to be the quiet, obedient type, so there's that going for him." 

"Scara, please, will you at least try to make a friend?" 

Scaramouche sits deep in thought for a bit, interrupted by small squeaking sounds;almost like crying. You both whip your heads around trying to figure out the source of the sounds, only to realize they were coming from Xiao's room. You rush over to his room while Scaramouche stays on the bed, pouting because you left him again for a random person or cat boy again. Knocking on Xiao's door, the sounds stop, but still muffled sniffling persisted. 

"Xiao?" You call softly. Scaramouche stares at the door, annoyed that something interrupt his time with you. "Xiao are you ok?" 

You open the door and Xiao almost falls into your chest, cheeks stained with tears; his ears are flat against his head and tail drooped; he was clearly not having a good night. The green haired cat boy looks up at you, eyes wide, and almost confused as if he didn't know where he was. 

"What happened?" He mumbles, wiping his eyes, realizing that he still had tears at the corners of his eyes. 

"Y/n heard you crying and was concerned about you and you disturbed our alone time," Scaramouche spits out, leaning against the wall.  

"Scaramouche, " you groan. "I was actually laying into him for being a jerk. Are you ok? Did you want to come sleep in my room tonight? Scara and I won't bite. Ok fine *I* won't bite but he might try." Scaramouche glares at both you and Xiao before heading off to the bedroom.

"I think I'm fine," Xiao responds after the other cat boy disappears. "Thank you for your concern, I'm just not used to sleeping here yet."

"That's a-ok! I'll leave my door open in case you need me. Good night, Xiao."

"Good night y/n."

As per nightly routine, you gently stroke the top of Scaramouche's head to help calm yourself before drifting off to sleep. His purrs and ear flicks make it all the more soothing.  

Why were cat boys so damn adorable?!

The next morning, you wake up,  feeling strangely warm and notice that you have not one but two cat boys in your bed. Scaramouche was sleeping in front of you,  snuggled against your chest, tail wrapped around your right wrist. His breathing suggests that he is very much in a deep sleep and it would probably be wise not to wake him. The other source of heat was from Xiao snuggled up against your back, clinging on to your shirt. You notice his tail attempted to wrap itself around your leg, but it just ended up being draped over your thigh. If you had turned around, you'd notice that he still had tear stained cheeks, but otherwise looked pretty serene. 

Luckily, it was your day off, so you were in no hurry to move, but you usually liked to try and get breakfast started as soon as you woke up. Come to think of it, what was for breakfast? Bacon and eggs? Salted fish? Hashbrowns and grits? OK the last one was not appealing to you in the slightest. 

As you're lost in your thoughts,  the two cat boys start to stir. "Good morning Scaramouche.  Good morning Xiao," you greet them as Scaramouche and Xiao start rubbing their eyes. It was so adorable!! "What did you two want for breakfast? I was thinking of bacon, eggs, and toast personally." 

"Anything is fine by me," Xiao sleepily mumbles. 

"I want y/n," Scaramouche slurs, still very much half asleep. "Warm, fluffy, and slightly salty." 

"I'm going to ignore you, Scara." You were met with a tongue click. He was trying to get under your skin, and it was almost working, but you knew food comes first. 

"Now, if you guys would let me get up and start cooking, that'll be great," you continue on; Scaramouche's tail was coiled even tighter around your wrist, and you had to pull slightly to try and make him let go; he almost didn’t give in, but in the end, you won that struggle. Xiao’s tail was still over your thigh, but luckily he did not object to you moving it slightly so you could get up to make food. 

About half way through you finishing up breakfast, the cat boys drag themselves to the kitchen, tails drooping at first, but once they smelled the bacon and eggs, their tails and ears perked up slightly. Scaramouche reluctantly grabbed plates and utensils for the three of you , which you were extremely grateful for. Xiao sat at the table, too scared to make conversation with Scaramouche or even you; it was his first morning in a new place after all. He kept making glances at the antisocial boy, trying to figure out how to attempt to get along.

“What are you staring at?” Scaramouche spat out, tail swished angrily. He wasn’t used to having to deal with other people besides you in the morning and he hated people staring at him for no reason. 

“...nothing,” Xiao mumbles, ears drooping. Attempt at conversation: failed. Then again, he didn’t enjoy interacting with others too much. Xiao was hoping you and Scaramouche would be entertaining to be with at least, however you seemed to be fine, but the other one…maybe not so much. 

“Look, I don’t enjoy conversation to just fill the silence, especially first thing in the morning. If you have something to say, say it outright, otherwise leave me alone.” You groan internally at hearing Scaramouche say this to Xiao. Why couldn’t they get along? Was it because they seemed so similar that they hated each other? Was it because cat boys just don’t get along at first?

“Sounds good to me. I don’t enjoy talking much anyways, but Zhongli said I should try to be more sociable.” Oh good, they’re getting along, kinda. 

“Ok boys, breakfast is ready!” You start serving the scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and buttered toast to the hungrily waiting cat boys, who were already grabbing their forks in anticipation. “Scara, calm down, attacking the eggs as they’re coming off the pan won’t make them go in your mouth any faster. Xiao, don’t fill up on just bread, you need protein as well.” Gods, it was like taking care of children some days, although you couldn’t blame them: the food smelled divine if you said so yourself. 

You three ate in relative silence, like most mornings, although you were silently hoping that having an additional person there would help ease the atmosphere; the problem was it almost made it more stifling. Scaramouche kept looking at you, trying to see whether you favored him or the new cat boy better, while Xiao was trying to find the right time and words to try and break the silence. You, meanwhile, had barely sat down after serving breakfast to the two silent boys and making yourself a plate, so trying to make the breakfast table more lively or even hospitable was a bit out of the question for now. 

Hopefully soon, everyone could learn to get along; maybe Xiao could teach Scaramouche how to be more respectful and maybe Scaramouche could help break Xiao out of his shell. It was going to be a long, long, month. 

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Writers block is a bitch and trying to find a nice wrapping up point is also a bitch

But holy shit 3k words of freaking cat boys because...reasons

Might do an H patch eventually but def more catboy fluff

[zoeykallus]

Fives – Soldier Boy 21 – Heavy Hearts

Warnings: Angst/Fluff

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It is not easy to come to terms with what has happened. Dark, fearful thoughts plague you. You can only hope that Fives understands you in some way. You may have to make a very hard decision.

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What Happened Before:

Soldier Boy

Part 2 - Caught In The Act

Part 3 - Tender Affection

Part 4 - Worries And Secrets

Part 5 - Welcome Back, Soldier Boy

Part 6 - I Should Have Known

Part 7 - Doing Something Stupid

Part 8 - Hot Tub

Part 9 - Seize The Night

Part 10 - We Need A Medic

Part 11 - Live To Fight Another Day

Part 12 - What Lies Ahead

Part 13 - An Unexpected Friend

Part 14 - Important News

Part 15 - The Beginning Of An Empire

Part 16 - Yoda

Part 17 - Unforgiven

Part 18 - The Depth Of Fear

Part 19 - Hope, Sorrow And Anger

Part 20 – A Stranger In My Skin

Heavy Hearts

When you entered the hospital room, Fives sat up immediately, heavily but with wide eyes and a relieved smile.

Softly, he said, "I was afraid you might not come back".

You sighed faintly, sat down on the chair by his bed and said, "You won't get rid of me that easily."

Fives laughed softly.

"Good to know"

You looked at him and felt your chest tighten, becoming too tight to feel comfortable in your body any longer. It was hard to get used to the sight of him, he looked so strange and haggard.

As if sensing what was going on inside you, he looked down at himself and said, "I know, I feel alien myself in my own body."

Again you sighed and said, "It's not that, not only that. It's just that this life is leaving less and less of you, and the thought creeps in that at some point it's going to be too much, and you're going to be completely…. lost."

After a while of silence, he says, "I talked to Rex. He said I should retire for now, until I'm fully recovered, before I decide whether or not to stay with the rebellion."

You blinked in surprise.

"So you're actually thinking about it?"

He smiled wryly.

"Don't get too excited, I haven't made a decision yet".

You said, "But at least you're thinking about it"

"If I didn't have you by my side, I probably wouldn't".

You frowned critically.

"So you're making this dependent on me"

Fives, reached for one of your hands.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Yes," you said softly, "Yes. But it has to be your decision, anything else will only make you regret it and hate me for it".

Fives gently squeezed your fingers.

"I could never hate you."

A little uncertainly, you returned the pressure of his fingers and said softly, thoughtfully, "We'll see".

Fives recovered faster than expected. Back in your new shelter, he trained a lot, working hard with the rehab exercises. He was fully occupied with getting back into his old shape.

But still, everything was different now. You were regularly plagued by strange nightmares of waking up and finding Fives dead in bed next to you, bleeding out and ragged. You kept some distance, couldn't really get involved with him, no matter when you looked at him, you kept seeing this half dead, broken man in front of you and felt put off. You wanted your old Fives back, the one you met when he was supposed to be your bodyguard.

He got back in shape faster than you thought, but that image in your mind's eye was hard to shake off.

One day, after he had showered after a training session and came into the small garden where you were sitting with a book, he looked like himself again. It was warm, he was barefoot, wearing only a clean pair of thin, light-colored summer pants and was topless.

"Lovely weather," he said cheerfully, and sat down with you.

You looked up from your reading material for a moment. He looked great, a few new scars, but still, or rather again, gorgeous. Hard muscles under tanned skin, toned, well-fed, radiating strength. You looked back at your book and said, "Yeah, it's pretty warm."

Fives was silent for a few seconds, then said a little uncertainly, "You used to hardly be able to stop staring at me when I walked around topless. Are the scars really that bad? Or have you gotten bored of me already?"

You sighed and shook your head.

"I don't care about the scars, it's this image in my head that bothers me".

"What image?" he asked, surprised.

You told him about your nightmares and also about seeing him again and again in that hospital room, not being able to shake off the image.

"Is that why you won't let me touch you anymore?" he asked softly.

You nodded and said, "I kind of can't let myself go anymore".

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"But you trust me, don't you?"

"That's not the problem," you insisted.

"Then what is it? Aren't you attracted to me anymore?"

His lips gently touched your cheek, moved to your neck, and his strong arms pulled you closer to him. You stiffened a little, but let it happen.

"Darlin', relax, I'm still your Fives, your Soldier Boy".

A small giggle escaped you at the thought of the first time you called him that. It seemed like a lifetime ago. It felt like the distant past, and the smile on your lips faded again.

Five's lips continued to roam tirelessly over your neck, sucking on your pulse, which slowly began to race. Your heart beat faster, and you began to lean into his embrace, against him.

A familiar tingling spread under your skin, triggered by Fives' every touch. One of his hands moved under your tunic, slowly sliding to your breasts. First he embraced one then the other, feeling your nipples stand up and become clearly perceptible through the thin fabric of your bra, tickling them with his fingertips.

His lips moved close to your ear, and he whispered, "I bet I can still make you squirm in ecstasy."

"I never doubted that," you said breathlessly.

"That's what it sounded like to me"

You reached for his arm and pulled his hand out from under your tunic. You turned to him and looked directly at him.

"No, Fives, that's not the point I'm making. The thing that has settled in the back of my mind is the fear of losing you for good," you said seriously.

He sighed softly and caressed your cheek.

"My beauty, I will never leave you willingly as long as you want me, but you can't ask me to be someone I'm not. I am still a soldier, and must do what I think is right."

You swallowed and said somberly, "So must I."

He blinked and asked, "And what does that mean?"

"I don't know yet" you said quietly and stood up.

As you went into the house to get something to drink in the kitchen, he followed you. You heard his bare feet behind you. Fives could be very stubborn, and he wouldn't give you up so easily, you knew that. In a way, you were glad of that, but you weren't sure if you would agree this time.

"You're thinking about leaving me," he stated quietly.

You had your back turned to him, got a juice from the cooler and poured yourself a glass of it. Your heart was beating up in your throat, hard and defiant. Yet your words were calm as you said, "Just like you, I have to do what I think is right."

"So leaving me is the right thing to do?" he asked, sounding a little sharper than he intended.

You heard him take a deep breath before he added, "But I'm incomplete without you by my side."

Your hand clutched at the glass, you felt your muscles tense, a slight tremor went through your shoulders, and it burned behind your eyes.

"I can't follow you onto the battlefield, and I'm not willing to sit at home or at headquarters hoping and trembling to see if you make it back alive," you returned bitterly.

You turned to him, tears in your eyes, your voice brittle as you said, "I just can't do this, Fives."

His expression softened, he stepped closer to you and wiped a stray tear from your cheek.

You whispered, "I love you so much, I can't lose you, not like this. This feeling, this constant fear, would eventually break me."

"How about a compromise?" he suggested gently.

You looked at him questioningly, surprised.

"What do you mean?"

"What if we're both at headquarters? I'm a good strategist and Rex has already offered me that I could take an organizational, strategic role on the ground at headquarters. I would still be a soldier, involved in the resistance, but you wouldn't have to fearfully wait for me anymore."

A wave of relief rolled over you, but still you don't really dare to take a breath.

"Would you want to do that?" you asked cautiously.

Fives smiled wryly and nodded.

"I've been on the battlefield often enough and long enough, I have other qualities that can serve the fight for the good cause."

The tension drained from your muscles and your hands trembled slightly. The fear of actually leaving Fives had triggered a real adrenaline rush, which was now dissolving, leaving you with soft, shaky knees.

You nodded, close to tears with relief.

"I could live with that."

His smile widened, he came even closer, kissed your cheek, up to your ear and whispered, "And now I'll show you, in my own special way, that I'm still your Fives."

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[sunlightandsuffering]

My favorite part of switch is erens pov when he just cant control himself even when mikasa is doing absolutely nothing. In general, eren trying to control his urges is so hot in every au like man is gritting his teeth thinking unholy stuff, barely manages to keep his hands to himself and then just going for it is just tooo satisfying to read. I mean i love mikasas povs too but erens povs are always so unhinged and borderline obsessive I often end up wishing for erens pov in literaly every fic

omg ur like me, whenever I read fics I LOVE Eren's POV or even just the guy's POV it's refreshing and I love the jealousy and emotions you get to experience reading both POV's. Like ugh, even in manga, my fave is Ao Haru Ride, and I love reading from both Kou and Futaba's POV bc i'm like U IDIOT WIN HER BACK! But then in her POV i'm like omg yes make him jealous girl, it's kind of fun lol!

But writing male POV is wild, it's fun, but it's also difficult bc I'm a girl so obviously Mikasa's POV comes easier and more natural, especially during smut, I feel like it's easier to write sometimes from Mikasa's POV than Eren's lol!.

bUT I TOTALLY GET WHAT U MEAN! Eren is hot, especially if he's written correctly, ur so right that he can just become unhinged and fucking go off bc that's 11/10 in his character arc, this is the mans who lowkey had a little temper tantrum at the idea that MIkasa would forget about him!! MANS COULD EASILY BE FERAL!! AND I LOVE TO BE A PART OF THAT! Here let's give u some thirsty Eren lmfao!

With Christmas comes baking and well, fortunately or perhaps unfortunately for Eren Mikasa absolutely loves to bake.  Which means cookies and sweets galore. In the past week since Christmas break began, she’s made biscotti, short bread, sugar cookies, white chocolate cranberry cookies, and even his favourite, chocolate haystacks. 

So currently, Eren is battling his desires on two fronts: the desire to binge her entire tray of freshly baked short bread, and the desire to lay her out on the counter while they wait for them to cook and lick the icing off of her cheek himself.  Instead of doing either of those things, Eren sits himself down on one of their barstools, placing his hands firmly in his lap and carefully tells her about the icing on her cheek.  “Oh, thanks Eren,” Mikasa beams, wiping the sugary substance off with her thumb, before licking it up just like he wanted to. He’s jealous, so very jealous, especially as her pink tongue darts out for another taste, suckling the whole digit between her lips. She tops it all off with these cute little noises of satisfaction, her eyes shut tight as she tastes the fruit of her labours.  “Yummy,” she tells him before going back to stirring up her bowl of chocolate where she’s currently trying to make hot chocolate balls, her next baking experiment.  So, not only does the kitchen smell heavenly, there is also melted chocolate and icing everywhere. 

He should leave, he really needs to leave.  His gym bag has been sitting ready to go in the hallway for a half an hour now and yet he’s still no closer to leaving. In fact, with every batch of cookies and treats Mikasa makes his motivation actually decreases. 

The timer on the oven beeps and Mikasa gives him an excited smile as she goes to pull out her next creation, her beloved gingerbread.  She carefully places the trays on top of the oven to cool, leaving the door propped open for a moment, a wave of heat assaulting her. 

“So hot,” Mikasa complains before taking the opportunity to strip off her third layer of clothing today, her little green Christmas sweater, leaving her only in her sports bra.  And this is what he means by his motivation being sapped with every batch, because when he first walked by, she was wearing his hoodie on top and a pair of sweat pants. And now, now she’s got nothing on but spandex, a sports bra that barely covers her tits, and a cute little apron that’s going to be the subject of all of his fantasies tonight.  She stretches her arms over her head, yawning as she gently kicks the oven door shut, “I’m getting tired.”  “You’ve been baking all day Mikasa, you can take a break.”  He needs her to take a fucking break or he’s never going to be able to leave, he was supposed to meet Armin at the gym a half an hour ago. 

Mikasa hums, “It’s okay, that was my last batch, I just need to finish off these hot chocolate balls.”  She beams at him, giving him a small smile as she comes back to her chocolate work station, “I’m going to make one for everyone Aunt Carla and Uncle Grisha and my family too! And maybe even Sasha and Armin if I have extra.” 

He's not going to make it through. 

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

shopping day (Chip Taylor)

y/n and chip are still eating.

"you know most people think that strawberries are an aphrodisiac, i think sexy men are, i have never been turned on by strawberries have you?" y/n asked.

"um, well i never really had a chance to do anything romantic like that with my ex, she just wanted the sex and be done with me, she was great in bed but she.." he looks down and sighs.

"i'm sorry i didn't mean to upset you, we can talk about something else it was a stupid thing to ask anyway."

"no it wasn't and it's ok i need to talk about it, y/n i never really had romance, like you my partner only cared about just herself never me"

"i'm sorry chip, i know how you feel, i have never had an orgasm, no man ever cared enough to make sure i had one, the last boyfriend i had was when i was 23 i'm 28 now"

"you have never had an orgasm?!!" he lost choked on his pancake.

"nope never, so i just gave up on sex" she shrugged and took another bite of her pancake.

"no women should ever have to give up sex, it's the best feeling in the world, someday you will find a man who loves you so much he will make sure you have an orgasm, many orgasms."

"i hope so, so do you want to go shopping for some clothes now?" she said throwing her napkin down and taking a deep breath, would you like to go shopping now? she asked.

"sure"

"i just have to run by my house, i need my credit card" she told chip standing up.

chip goes back to his room and gets dressed.

chip put the lips shirt back on.

"i hate this shirt so much" he said out loud.

"i will give you a ride chip, as long as you don't mind me stopping at my house first?"

"i don't mind stopping."

they both get in the car and y/n drives to her house.

"you know i was thinking i still have some of my ex's clothes at my house, i was saving it for when i was really, really pissed off so i could burn it, but somehow i never got around to it, you're welcome to it if you want."  y/n told chip looking straight ahead as so drove.

"um, sure, if it's ok with you"

"it's fine with me, but as i said tiny dick so they will be to tight for you" she giggled.

"yeah tiny dick" chip looks down, he doesn't want to keep remembering liza but it keeps happening.

"i mean you will not fit in them very well, but it's just till we get you some new stuff to wear" you tell him pulling in the driveway.

"ok, here we are" you tell him taking off your seatbelt.

"do you want to stay here?" chip askes.

"well it's going to be kind of hard to put some pants on out here don't you think?" you giggle.

"well yes but i don't want to bother you" chip tells you.

you bother me? never" she giggled getting out of the car.

you both walk to the door you unlock the door and walk inside, chip looks around your little one-bedroom house, the sofa is tan there is a Tv in the living room, brown carpet not the color you would have picked but it came with the house.

"the bedroom is just down the hall, and the box is in the closet it's the box that says marks crap, you can't miss it " you tell him.

he walks to the bedroom and turns on the light, your room has a full-size bed with a pink blanket and two pillows, the carpet is the same brown from the living room he sees the closet and opens it there is the box.

"Marks crap, great wearing stuff from a box again, well this must be the box, let's see what we have."

he takes out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.

"are there any shoes in here?" after moving some more stuff around he sees a pair of shoes, black sinkers, "size 6 well no wonder she never had an orgasm" he smiled.

"did you find it?" you ask from the living room.

"yes i did, what do you think?" he asks walking out of the bedroom.

"very nice you look so much better in them then mark ever did, the jackass."

'well thank you, the shoes didn't fit, so i have to keep these."

"and i see the pants are to tight" you tell him seeing he is big.

"a little bit yeah, but i will get some new ones" he tells you noticing you looking.

you two go to target chip try's on some stuff and shows you, putting on many things at one time, you both had a good laugh about it.

chip gets four pairs of pants and six shirts two pairs of shoes and a few boxer shorts to wear to bed.

after checks out and you both go back to the parking lot and get into your car chip is moving around a lot and you think it's because his pants are to thigh.

"we will be back at my place soon and you can wash you're new pants"

"oh yeah, ok thank you" he answers looking down at his hands that he is wringing.

"are you ok? did i do something to upset you?" you ask.

"no not at all i just wanted to ask you something and i don't really know how"

"well what is it? you can ask me"

"well if...if you have given up on sex then why did you tell bernard that you would have gone back to my room with me if i had asked you too?" he asks looking right at you.

you pull of the road and turn your body so you are facing him.

"chip i would have gladly gone back to your room with you because i didn't want to give up sex, believe me, but as i said the men i have had sex with, well i hated it, it wasn't good and you know how that feels so i didn't want that kind of sex, but you i can see that you are the kind of lover that wants to make a women feel god, and that is why i would have gone back with you" you tell him putting your hand on his.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

This isn’t really from the prompt list if that's okay, but what about Peter inflicting his show on the poor unprepared cyborg? Maybe followed by an invitation to come up and peel all the costume parts off after? (Probably more gross and sweaty than sexy in reality, but still. They can have a sexy shower together. Or maybe not. You’re probably not supposed to put your prosthetics in the shower. Are there water proof prosthetics? I'm going to look that up now.

I think there might be??? I know you can get waterproof ones, but I think those are meant for swimming.

However, I have an idea, haha.

Warning: shower scene (not much mentioned because I still don't know what the limit is with tumblr when it comes to certain content)

On with the fic!

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It wasn't hard to spot Arthur after the show, the man stuck out like a sore thumb in his button up shirt and, of course, a bow tie. Totally not gothic, bow ties. Well, maybe if they were little bat wings, a la Jack Skellington. Maybe Peter should get him one, bet that would look spiffy when Halloween comes around.

"Hey, you actually came to the show!" Peter loudly said as he approached, still fully in costume. He stopped when a stagehand grabbed his wrist, trying to get the fire props off. Probably best he let her do that, don't wanna burn the jacket. Again.

Arthur gave him an awkward smile. "I promised I would finally see your show, Peter."

"And? Whatcha think?"

The smile grew tight and the stagehand snorted. Peter glared at her and she went about removing the other fire prop, still looking amused.

"It was... flashy." Arthur commented. "No, wait, I mean, technically it was, through all the lights and pyrotechnics. But... what's the word I'm looking for..."

"Amazing? Cool? Sexy? Spooky?"

"Camp."

Peter opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it with an audible click. He shrugged. "Alright, you get that one. Vampires are a very camp genre, no matter how hetero some people try to make it."

"Clearly." Arthur commented, watching as a few of the scantly clad vampire actresses walked by.

"The irony is that I'm bi and they're a bunch of lesbians." Peter smirked before throwing an arm around Arthur's shoulders. "Come on, let's go up to the flat, honey. You can tell me more about what you thought on the way up."

"I feel like this is one of instances where I should not voice my opinions or suggestions."

"Boo, that's harsh."

They headed for the lifts together, with Peter talking about the show a bit, explaining the plot, which seemed to have escaped Arthur very early on in the show. Then the man cleared his throat.

"Dear, as much as I enjoy you being close to me, I hate to be rude but... you need a shower."

"Hm?" Peter then realized that for one, he was still in his full costume, and two, he had been prancing about on a stage under dozens of very hot stage lights for over an hour in nearly only leather and a wig.

Yeah, he stunk.

"Right, yeah, could use one of those." Then he smirked, wagging his eyebrow. "Care to join me?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. "I suppose I could."

Peter didn't hesitate to drag Arthur through the flat to his personal bathroom once they arrived, though he was sure to be careful to make sure the cyborg didn't stumble as they did. Once in the bathroom, Peter suddenly pressed Arthur against a wall, kissing him hard, wanting.

Arthur was quick to return it, and he felt warm, talented hands touching at the bare skin exposed by his jacket. "You... you need out of this." Arthur panted. "You are wearing too many layers."

"Tsk, like you're one to talk." Peter teased and gave the bow tie a tug and let it come undone. It was cute that he chose to wear a red one, maybe he thought it was fitting for a vampire show?

"Yes, but you're sweaty and I think the leather is trying to fuse with you."

"No, that's just how tight the pants are to begin with. Wanna help me with that problem?"

Arthur looked a little flushed and he nodded, hands trailing downwards as Peter popped two buttons on Arthur's shirt, seeing a bit of chest hair. Peter would never understand how a guy like this, who, for one, was way out of his league, was so god damn attractive, and so very, very into him. Well, he wasn't gonna complain.

At least not about that, he was gonna complain about his pants, as Arthur seemed to be struggling with trying to get them down his hips. "Are you sure these are not painted on, dear boy?"

"Trust me, this is normal with them." Peter grumbled, such a mood killer.

Arthur's shirt was removed and Peter got an excellent look at his body, leaving small kisses and nips as he felt his wig get removed. "Gotta remove the rest too, or else I Iook even more like a gay pirate." Peter said as he let Arthur help him remove the facial hair. Then fingers ran through his sweaty, messy locks, and he nearly purred at the contact.

It took a bit of maneuvering before they were finally off, along with the boots that Peter forgot he was wearing. Now he was just in the jacket and a pair of underwear that might be skimming the definition of. Arthur seemed to like them, considering he traced a finger along the waistband of them, biting his lip.

Mood revived from the dead!

Finally, the jacket was removed, dropping to the ground, and he threw off his rings and necklaces, tossing them to the floor with clicks and clatters. He dropped to his knees in front of Arthur and licked his lips, so glad the man wasn't wearing a belt as he popped the button of his fly with his tongue, a silly talent of his.

Arthur made a small noise, a hand grabbing at his hair, giving it a tug, before Peter used his teeth to pull down the zipper, and then grabbed onto the sides of his pants. Peter pulled them down and then stopped.

"Uhhh... honey?"

"Y-yes?" Arthur asked, blinking.

"Are your robo legs waterproof?"

Arthur frowned and glanced down, seeming to forget he was wearing prosthetics. "Oh, uh, no, not this pair. I do have ones for when I do physical therapy, but I didn't think to bring those. I usually just sit in the shower."

"Right." Well, this might cause some problems.

Oh, wait!

"Pop off your legs, I've got somethin'!"

Arthur raised an eyebrow but moved to sit down on the edge of the large whirlpool bath in the room, unlatching his prosthetic legs as Peter got the shower ready and removed the last of his costume and clothes. He turned to face Arthur, who was removing his boxers, the two of them staring at one another.

Peter approached and held out his arms. "You, uh, you mind if I... carry you? I know you hate feeling... ya know."

"Oh, no, it's fine. Thank you for asking first, I do not like being manhandled."

"That's not what you said in bed the other night." Peter laughed and got a slap on the arm for that. With a little effort, and a lot of help from Arthur, he picked up his boyfriend and quickly carried him to the large shower, where a bench was inside.

"Sometimes I'm too drunk to stand well, so the bench is a fuckin' blessing." Peter said as he sat him down on it, watching as the water from the different shower heads were already messing up Arthur's perfectly styled hair. Hot.

"Lovely." Arthur commented, smiling. "Now, where were we?"

"I think I was supposed to be getting cleaned up, though I could... use a little help?"

"I think I can provide assistance with that, love." He said, pulling Peter down closer for another breath-stealing kiss.

--

I know Peter is an ass, but he is considerate of Arthur when it comes to his handicap. Mostly cause he knows that Arthur will not be pleased if he thinks he's helpless.

Also, I know in movies and stuff when people take off wigs, they always have perfect hair, and even David had that going for him in Fright Night, but that's not how that works. I used to wear wigs and I've had a number of years of stage experience to know that you do not have sexy, perfect hair after all that when taking off a wig, haha. Also, don't wear so much leather, you need to let your skin BREATHE!

Also, can you imagine? Peter getting Arthur spooky bow ties? Do you know how badly I actually want those for myself? I would happily wear those often if I had them.

[slashyrogue]

Basic Chickens AU: The Cat’s Eye

Adam Towers has a stalker. 

It's not his first, nor will it be his last, but this stalker is different than the others for one reason and one reason only. 

It's a shifter. 

He wasn't quite sure it was a shifter at first, the feel of eyes on him wasn't uncommon in public since he was extremely attractive, but when some of things start to get stolen like his scarf and even his underthings from the laundry he's almost certain it's a shifter. 

Shifters are, in Adam's opinion, the absolute best fucks he's ever had. 

But he's unsure if it's worth the hassle of breaking things off to try this one. The persistence of this particular shifter is rather adorable really, the ridiculous lengths they've gone to just to get Adam's scent alone makes him smile, but he's almost sure he should be calling the police soon for how long it's gone on. 

Adam is close to doing just that on the night when he's headed home from the pub down the block arm in arm with a rather cute bartender who's a very good kisser. He's forgotten the bartender's name halfway from the pub, Billy or Brian perhaps, but really he's sure it won't matter once they're naked. 

Billy or Brian is all over him, nearly rutting against Adam's leg like a dog in heat, when a growl comes out of the alley. Billy or Brian freezes, letting Adam's arm go, and stares down into the darkness. 

"What was that?" 

"How the hell should I bloody know?" Adam sighs, "C'mon now, love. Let's just go to my place, alright? It's late." 

"I...I'm not sure if..." 

The growl gets louder as Adam grabs Billy or Brian's arm and kisses his neck. 

"Don't worry about the shifter in the dark, love," he says, laughing, "They're harmless." 

Billy or Brian moans. "Shifter? What are you..." 

Adam bites Billy or Brian's neck, sucking hard, and before he can even answer the man in his arms is ripped away from him. He jumps back in shock as a very large man with cat ears lifts Billy or Brian up, throwing them against the wall, and growls right in the poor man's face. 

"MINE! HE'S NOT YOURS!" 

Adam looks the cat shifter up and down, taking in the sight of him. 

He's wearing clothes that are at least fifty years out of date - his mess of curls so unkempt Adam's unsure he's ever seen a mirror, and the moustache on his face barely covers his cleft lip. 

But he's built, muscles obvious, and it takes everything in Adam not to openly drool at the obvious monster cock that's bulging out against his tight pants. 

"L...Let him down...Kitten," he says, making the kitty turn to look at him, "Let him down." 

"But...he was...he was marking you. No one is supposed to..."

Adam walks up to touch the kitty's arm. "Let him down, love, please? For me?" 

Billy or Brian whimpers, nearly pissing himself, and Adam watches his kitty stalker let the poor thing go. He runs off, not even looking back, and Adam sighs staring after him.

"I...I didn't like how he...he was marking you." 

He turns to look at the shifter. 

"Did you want to mark me, Kitten? Is that it?" 

The kitty blushes, and Adam can see close up his eyes are a cross between orange and yellow. He has tears in his eyes as he ears go low, and Adam pets his cheek reveling in how loud his purr is. 

"Yes," he purrs, eyes rolling in the back of his head as Adam comes closer, "You...you're mine. I...I know you're mine." 

He frowns, stepping back in surprise. "What?" 

The kitty comes closer and he steps back again. "You...you smell very good and...I know you're supposed to be my mate. I...I want to court you, but I...I know you're very promiscuous and....I don't like it but...I know you're mine, Adam. I know it." 

Adam laughs. "No, no, Darling, you're...you're very sweet honestly but I'm not the forever type. You know? I've had my fair share of shifters in my bed, and I'm sure with that cock it would be amazing but...I'm afraid I'll have to decline." 

He feels odd when he sees tears fill the kitty's eyes. 

"Elias," the kitty says, his voice shaking, "My name is Elias Thanatos, and...I'm not...I..." 

Elias runs off in tears, wailing so loudly it hurts Adam's ears, and his chest aches. 

Why did he feel so badly about rejecting someone? It wasn't like he'd never done it before. 

And why did he want to go after him? 

[whotaughtyougrammar]

Writer asks! 1 & 12 since I like comparing my process to other writers, 7 only if you want since I like hearing about your WIPs, and 55 & 57 since I have been thinking about your comment about ghosts and always really like it when fanfics are treated seriously in their meanings and the thought put into them.

Lot of questions, so only answer the ones you want to! I enjoy hearing from you.

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

I daydream so much at the most inconvenient times that by the time I get the time to write, whatever clever but of dialogue or inspired metaphor I was dreaming about has slipped from my grasp. 😭😭 The solution is to go for it as soon as the idea strikes, but they just happen at the most inconvenient times (no I will not be whipping out my phone in the middle of crossing the boulevard, self, no I am not taking my phone into the toilet with me when I need to go!) thast by the time it's passed, so has the idea. Very inconvenient.

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

Only the long ones. Heart basically just had shit like [grandparent convo] [fight scene] as place holders, but I knew from the start how I wanted it to go, so I didn't need much more than that. Pulse (when Glenn met Morgan fic) has had a semi-detailed outline for a long time, which actually might be what's stopping me from writing it 🤔Some of it is so detailed I don't want to stray from it, even if maybe I don't care for some of those parts as much anymore, some of them are so loose it's like, "You obviously don't know what you want here, just get rid of it." Although I did manage to finagle a detail that had been alluding me since the beginning, so never lose hope ig?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

I'm working on so many things I am a fool. 🤡 This was supposed to be part of a 5+1 fic (...I think?) but this might work better as a standalone.

“I’m going to be honest, Freeman, I totally thought you were going to hit her,” Glenn says, his face still buried in Morgan’s shoulder. She’s wearing the shirt that he mentioned he liked on her that one time, the one with the straps that Morgan claimed was “too busy” and “not her style.” Morgan hums. “Not my style. Not anymore, anyway. To be honest, I didn’t really notice her there,” she says, idly petting Glenn’s hair, and Glenn doesn’t know if she’s lying or telling the truth, oblivious or completely aware that a snub like that would be more ego-puncturing than a well earned backhand to the mouth would ever be. Glenn feels a little sorry for her, honestly. “Can we go back inside? It’s really fucking hot out here,” Glenn says, finally lifting his head. He’s in one of Morgan’s Henleys and a pair of tight leather pants, which had, admittedly, already been a problem under the heavy stage lights of the venue, and was even more of a problem now, outside in the unseasonably hot temperatures outside. Wasn’t California supposed to be temperate? Especially in April? At least it wasn’t humid. “And... I should probably find her. Tell her no hard feelings and shit.” he grimaces at the thought. “But I don’t think the band thing will be working out. I’ll have to find another drummer.” Morgan makes a noncommittal sound. “If you’re sure, magpie. I’ll come with you.”

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Easy one out of the way: There's also a lot of talking in bed, because what else is a bed for? Also, food as love comes up a lot.

I went through all of my fics on my AO3, and I'm seeing a lot of "your past coming back to haunt you," and regretting things you said (or never said) lmao. One of them is literally just a (non-literal, yes I know I just said literal bear with me here) groundhog day loop of characters saying the wrong things until they say the right thing. That also involved a lot of repeating phrases and expressions in that fic, though that was an extremely intentional case. An unintentional (but also intentional) example of repeated phrases: a lot of characters let out breaths they didn't know they were holding. This comes up everywhere, it's so funny. They should probably be more mindful of that. More often though I will have variations of phrases repeated throughout a fic. I can't name them off the top of my head but I do know I definitely employed this in "A Friend that Knows You Well"

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

Not very conscious, actually! Not at first, anyway. Often times I try to write out everything just to get it out and when I go over it in the edit I sometimes find something that could work as a repeating motif or foreshadowing and go back to work them in where it would feel appropriate. Like in Heart, the conversation about Morgan missing the food from her childhood wasn't really intentionally foreshadowing Glenn cooking for Morgan when she gets sick, because that scene was intended as a different fic at one point. I just noticed that line of dialogue and went, "Well, it's not like this fic was getting finished any time soon," and worked it into Heart.

[33roda]

Hello, I’m relatively new to Tumblr, and wanted to share with you an idea I had, if that’s alright? If you don’t wanna read this you don’t have to, this is my first time writing smut so it will probably be very cringe.

Warning:cringy smut, pet names, usage of cock (strap if you prefer), outdoor sex, mentions of vibraters, consentual sex, incorrect grammar, slight yandere.

But imagine going out into the vineyards with Diluc to help him find the perfect grapes to make his signature bottle of grape juice. You two have been outside most of the day, talking, laughing, eating some grapes from the vines, and are about to call it a day. Well, you would if Diluc hadn’t gotten turned on after seeing your tight pants and skin shine with sweat. Such a sweet boy, but so incredibly needy. He’s been so good, protecting Mondstandt, working at the tavern, obeying every command you’ve given him (including that time you made him wear a vibrater during his shift at the Angel’s Share). Surely he deserves a reward, yes?

So here is the wine tycoon of Mondstandt, bouncing up and down on your cock while you lay there mostly clothed. He’s so cute like this, a perfect blush decorating his cheeks as he tries oh so hard to keep his voice down lest anyone wonder why such lewd noises are coming from the vineyards. But really now, how can he be silent with your cock hitting all the right spots so roughly? He can’t! You’re just so perfect at filling him up as his mind goes blank. You can tell he’s close when his pace turns sloppy, so you decide to help out your sweet boy by pumping his cock for him as he holds onto you for dear life.

“I-Umph-I’m gonn’ cu-AH! Cum! Pl-please!! Wanna cum!” He says. “May I-AH, may I pleash cum?”

Such a sweet, polite boy you have. “Okay baby, you can cum”. That was all he needed to shoot his load right onto your shirt. As he rode out his high, you can’t help but notice just how much of his cum landed on you. There’s no way you can just hide it, and Diluc hates others seeing you without a shirt on (you’re his, and his alone. You may be able to bring him to his knees, but he doesn’t want anyone else to see you in the way that only he should). As he collapses on top of you, you explain your small dilemma as well as offer a solution!

“The sun is still setting, perhaps we can wait out here for dark to approach. And I could make my sweet baby boy feel good, what do you say? After all, I haven’t even gotten my release yet. You don’t wish to leave me unsatisfied, do you? My sweet, sweet boy?” You ask in a sultry sweet tone. Your words of praise was all he needed to melt in your hands and offer up anything you would ever desire. And really, it was the perfect solution. The maids would get a break from hearing you two at night (for a little while at least), and Diluc would get to be your cockslut of service to you! Really, he’s lucky to have you think of everything. And all he has to do is say “Yes, my Master”.

this isn't cringy this is HOT like if he wants to mess you up with his cum so bad then let him!! but let him know that he'll be the one cleaning you up with his tongue later <3

[bbybaku]

cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki

yes i know its july. 

1.8 k words 

slow burn but there is smut 

warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion

your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.

you thought a month wouldn’t be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.

the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it. 

but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for “let’s fuck”

you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.

“hey” he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.

“what? we always-“ you asked

“i’m taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cant” he said

 you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.

you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.

“well, do you want?” he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.

“no let’s just hang out tonight” you said.

“okay” he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.

you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it. 

week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.

you didn’t know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?

you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimes 

the movies you had made together.

the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.

he looked pale.

you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.

“no” he snapped “ i just wanted to see you”

you gulped “oh okay”

you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.

the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.

you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.

and he left. 

it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did. 

you texted him to hang out. 

the two of you got coffee then made out in the car. 

his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch. 

shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed “how many fucking times do i have to tell you no?” 

you sighed “im sorry i just-” 

he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. “look at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.”

 his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got  when he was irritated. and he knew it. 

“i hate this stupid challenge” you said through his grip on your jaw. 

“do you want to be like that?”  he talked down to you with a smirk.

“we can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitude” he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift. 

you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be. 

the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating. 

he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside. 

“elevator?” you asked pressing the up button repeatedly. 

he took his hands out of his pockets and said “stairs” 

the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it. 

he stood over you and sighed. “its your lucky day” he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open. 

you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat. 

shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability. 

he loved having you at his mercy. 

he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs. 

“i knew you would be soaked.” he shook his head “such a whore” he said.

and just like that he dove right in.  

he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him. 

his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.

“dont move” he met your eyes when he said it.

he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit. 

you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp. 

he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling. 

he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache. 

he blew cold air on your exposed heat. 

you cried out. 

and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level. 

he straddled you and leaned down “beg.” he whispered 

“please” you whispered

“i dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing.  i said to beg like the whore you are.” 

you gulped. “please tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.” 

“hmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.” he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance. 

he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.

his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles. 

you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache. 

he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds. 

your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release. 

“please i - can i please” you whined. 

shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tightening 

the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth. 

he pulled off for a moment and looked at you “that was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?” 

and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit. 

his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud. 

you were crying at the pleasure. 

his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you. 

your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.

you came again, it was so fast you didn’t even have the time to ask.

you could feel him smiling on you.

shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.

he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you. 

if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator. 

your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, “pleASE. m-gonna c--um” you barely got out. 

your lower body convulsing. 

tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. “dont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.” 

“no-oh-oh-o” you sobbed 

shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh. 

“please” you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could. 

“no” he said sweetly. 

your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, “isnt this what you wanted darling?” shigaraki asked. 

you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences. 

the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigaraki’s vibrator. 

with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up. 

despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony. 

“does it hurt?” you asked him between deep breaths. 

refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants. 

he waled back in with a towel and said “yes” looking down at the ground. 

“well what if we” you started. 

“no, im tired of having to explain this to you.”

“please, i just want you so bad” you begged as he climbed on top pf you.

“i said no! just fucking shut up” he snapped

“why?" you whinned

he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed. 

“everyone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to know”

"um i-” 

you went to speak but no words came out. 

shigaraki leaned down “my penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sex” 

“oh” you said feeling yourself blush

he gulped and looked away “which i really dont want to do because you are mine.”

he released your wrists and fell on top of you, “youre all mine” 

“please just wait 2 more weeks” he whispered into your neck. 

masterlist

[shorkbrian]

So happy your requests are open and I don't mind the wait at all!

I just really want to see a sweet quirkless omega going into heat and sending her alpha Overhaul (Kai Chisaki) into a hard rut and he just pins her to a wall and fucks the life out of her before taking her to the bedroom to knot her.

but you do know that it would 100% be like "hate sex" on Chisaki's part (even though he kinda do like it lol)

(Kinda overhaul x reader x chrono btw but only for a little bit)

Just. Overhaul being able to tolerate you being kept at his compound because one, you're his mate, whether he likes it or not.

Two, you're quirkless.

And three? You don't bother him, you stay out of the way and you have passable hygiene when compared to Chisaki's standards.

But that has to be thrown out the window the second Chrono hauls you into Chisaki's office, the man in charge of watching you when Chisaki isn't around flustered and pink around his ears.

"B-boss, your omega, she's-"

"What the fuck is that smell." Chisaki growls, eyes immediately snapping to your trembling form. Taking in the way you're gasping, sweaty, barely able to stand even with Chrono's hand tight around your bicep and holding you up.

For some reason, the sight of Chrono touching you makes Chisaki itch. Odd, that usually wouldn't bother him.

The smell is cloying; too intense and too sweet, it makes his throat burn and his skin crawl.

"I think she's in-"

"Please, it hurts." You choke out, cutting off Chrono. "Need... I need-"

Chisaki recoiled as the scent got stronger, clouding his senses, making him feel... Chisaki didn't even know. Excited? Tingly?

Uncomfortable - he decided.

"Get her out. Give her a bath too, she smells disgusting." He commanded, but Chrono stepped forward instead of back out the door.

"Boss, she's in heat."

Heat?

Oh.

Overhaul cringed.

Logically, he knew it was going to happen eventually. But on the other hand, he had hoped his omega would be different. you was already quirkless, already pure... surely it wouldn't be too far of a stretch to assume that you wouldn't be affected by the mindless heat-addling that Omega's all seemed to undergo?

His irritation was rising.

"So?"

Chrono looked at his boss with questioning eyes, unsure what to do with the omega becoming increasingly more distressed at his side.

"You'll get her over it." Chisaki decides, ignoring the bitter taste that floods his mouth as he utters those words. His eyes slide over you again, lip curling into a disgusted sneer.

"Messy thing."

Chrono is frozen in disbelief. But this isn't a test of his loyalty, Chisaki truly doesn't want to deal with the germs and the mess and the cleanup associated with omega's during their heats. Slick everywhere, pheromones staining the room, needy hands touching everywhere-

"Sit her down on the couch." He instructs his second-in-command, rising from his office chair and stepping around his desk so he can close the door. "I want to make sure you don't damage her."

That's the only reason. Only reason he wants to be present and watching while Chrono fucks you through your heat.

"You're serious then?" The white-haired man asks, removing the plague mask he wears while inside the compound, thus beginning the process of disrobing.

Chisaki waved his hand idly, resuming his position in his office chair with a tired sigh. "It'd be such a chore for me to do it myself. Aren't you an alpha yourself Chrono? You should be jumping at the chance to bed a nice quirkless omega."

Chrono shrugs off his white coat, looking up from where you're panting on the couch while he stands in front of you, eyes finding his boss. "I wouldn't want to overstep my boundaries with your property."

The brunette smiles, not that anyone can see, but it's clear he's pleased by the crinkle near his eyes, the relaxed way he slumps in his chair. "And that's why you're my favorite Chrono."

You're wearing what you usually wear - long pants, a cozy sweater. Overhaul hasn't heard you complain about the chill in the compound, but it's clear to see it affects you by the way you dress and the way your nose darkens from the cold.

You don't fight the half-naked Chrono as he helps you out of your sweater, unbothered by the temperature of the room and looking entirely too hot and sweaty.

Chisaki supposes it's good that you aren't fighting. You had at first, when he first brought you here, crying and pleading for him to let you go and leave you alone. That pathetic show was quickly shut down with a simple demonstration of Overhaul's quirk, and what he'd do to you if you didn't comply.

Now you're seemingly accepting of the situation, casting nervous glances towards Chisaki, your attention constantly getting stolen by the pale man stripping in front of you.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before Chrono has his cock in you.

And you look completely blissed out, mouth open and letting out choked little gasps on each thrust, one hand desperately trying to hold onto Chrono's shoulder, his arm, his chest - anything you can reach.

The other hand is on your stomach, and Chisaki doesn't understand why until he focuses on it, sees the distention whenever Chrono swings his hips into you.

Chisaki feels himself throb.

The sounds you're making sound like music. Awful music, all discordant and rushed and pornographic, stuttered breaths and pitiful cries, high-pitched and girlish moans in between Chrono's quiet huffs.

The sweet pheromones in the air become sweeter, thicker, and Chisaki can see the direct correlation between the smell and how much slick is dripping out of you, drenching Chrono's pretty cock, his stomach, even splattering his thighs on each thrust as his cock squelches deeper.

It's disgusting.

Digusting but curiously enamoring. Chrono's got you sitting on the couch, pushed up against the back while he fucks you. It's a tall piece of furniture, and Chrono merely hikes his leg up onto the cushions to gain a better angle to fuck you with. Your slick is everywhere; Chisaki knows that couch won't be salvageable after this. Somehow, he doesn't mind.

What he does mind, however, is the way Chrono is speeding up, rhythm stuttering and practically falling apart. He's going to knot you. Chisaki had given him full permission to - that's what taking care of an omega during their heat means, after all. But jealousy is boiling inside him, blood painfully engorging his cock, he feels tingly all over, very unlike himself.

He wants to touch you.

But you're a disgusting mess, smelling sweet and fertile and sweating and dripping everywhere. Chisaki can't believe he's feeling... attracted to you right now.

"O-ohh feels good, r-right there! Yes, thank you,t-than-" You mumble out, drunk on cock as you shudder through an orgasm, cream gushing out of your cunt and further dirtying Chisaki's office.

Chisaki sees red.

He's furious - not only at you, but at Chrono for touching you, and for himself for explicitly allowing it to happen. Chrono's about to knot you, claim you, and Chisaki is out of his chair before he knows what's happening.

"That's enough." And his gloved hands are ripping Chrono away from you, sending the other man reeling as his subordinate struggles to control his alpha instincts and stop himself from fighting his boss, tearing Chisaki to shreds for interrupting his mating.

Chisaki doesn't care, he's too focused on you.

"You're so pathetic." The man hisses at you, crowding into your space. When had he taken off his mask? He wanted to smell more of you.

His gloves are gone too, ripped away in a moment so he can feel your wet skin against his hands, feel the sweat beading your brow before those same fingers snap to undo his pants.

"I hate you, I hate you." He seethes, golden eyes staring at you so intently that you start to cry, overwhelmed with the situation, still craving a knot, craving intimacy and tenderness.

You've reduced him down to barely better than an animal, tearing at his clothes so he can sink into you, closing his eyes at the way you're wet and warm inside, perfect and velvety.

Chisaki doesn't know what's come over him. Normally he'd be disgusted, absolutely incensed at having such filth be in direct contact with his skin. But right now... all he feels is pleasure ripping through his veins, clouding his head, his mind, flushing rational thought down the toilet.

"Stupid, hate you-" his words rattle out on each rapid thrust, breath uneven and labored as his muscles stretch and work to fuck you harder and faster. He's building up to his peak.

One of his hands is fisted in your hair, close to your scalp and keeping you still, the other hand clamped firmly against your hip and making sure you don't wiggle away. Alpha instincts taking over as his brain convinces him to mate, breed, cum.

"You're so fucking dirty." He gasps, voice heated and gravelly as he struggles to fight through the heat taking over his body.

He's going into a rut.

Chisaki isn't supposed to do that. He takes supplements and suppressants to ensure he doesn't have too. Ruts are messy, nasty things to endure, and Chisaki would rather lick the floor of a dirty subway than experience one.

Yet here he is.

"You disgusting, wretched thing-" And you're crying, fat tears mixing with sweat and rolling down your chin. Chisaki feels disgusting himself, wanting to lick the liquid away.

He hasn't felt this good in his entire life, this burning fever pitch rising and rising and cresting, blazing along his nerves.

He can barely thrust his hips anymore, and only then does Chisaki realizes that he's popped his knot, jammed it in deep while you cried and moaned and struggled to hold onto him.

Theres a sick sense of satisfaction filling him up, his mind clears for half a second and Chisaki thinks to look over his shoulder, seeing Chrono still standing there with a soured look on his face, cock still swollen and drippy and bobbing purple against the man's stomach.

"Get out." Chisaki orders, and Chrono knows enough to merely pick up his coat and wrap it around himself before exiting the room. He's never seen his boss like this - so feral and unhinged and debauched like some regular dirty plebeian.

But Chisaki doesn't care. Odd.

He cares about grinding against you, feeling you milk every last drop of cum from his balls, shimmying his hips to hear you gasp and moan and clutch at his body, trembling like a little lamb.

Chisaki doesn't want to stop.

"As soon as my knot goes down-" He growls, lowering his face until it's mere inches from your own, breathing into your space. "I'm going to take you to my room and knot you until you break."

[rat-that-writes]

Bad Behaviour | Actor Mark x Reader [pt. 1]

a/n: *moans* im in heat

word count: 943 | taglist: @softladyhours (send me an ask or a message if you want to be added!)

MINORS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

tw: public touching, talk of exhibitionism, use of the pet name “Bunny” for reader, biting, actor uses forceful actions at the end but it’s all consensual

It was just supposed to be a casual, affectionate touch. He didn’t think you’d get so worked up over it. Much less in public, too. At least that’s what he told you. You’re not sure you believe him.

He’s always been one for showing you off but you didn’t think it would ever be like this.

His fingers rub the inside of your thigh so slowly, getting closer to your core with every movement. You’re grateful for the table covering you both, but unfortunately it does nothing to hide your blush.

“Are you feeling okay, Y/N? You look a little nervous,” one of Mark’s costars asks you as they sit across from you. You can’t answer, your brain too fogged up with thoughts that your boyfriend had been putting in your head all day. After a beat of silence, Mark thankfully decides to answer for you.

“They’re just shy; and it’s a lot being around so many people. You’re fine, aren’t you darling?”

You only manage a nod and a tight smile because you know if you try to speak you’ll moan or whimper and you certainly don’t want to do that right now. Mark smiles at you, his chin resting on his hand. It looks sweet, but you know it’s more teasing than anything.

The actor or crew member or whoever they are, you don’t remember, seems satisfied with your answer and goes back to eating their lunch. Mark keeps looking at you, gauging your reaction to his touches. When he gets bored, he edges his fingers closer to your clit, and you mentally curse yourself for wearing loose pants today. You should have known he’d utilise them in some way.

Every little twitch and quiet gasp you make can fortunately only be seen and heard by him, but you feel your face heat up at the thought of all these people watching him touch you through your clothes. You don’t really want that, do you? To have people you’ve barely spoken to, people you’ve made friends with, people who you hate to all watch as your boyfriend makes you cum in your pants?

You shouldn’t like the idea, but the more you think of it the more warmth you feel spread throughout your body. Much to your dismay, you let out an involuntary whimper at the feeling. Mark looks at you in faux surprise, fighting to keep the smirk off his face.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?”

You can practically taste the sarcasm in the air. You let out a noise, one which is not a yes or a no, just a noise.

“Maybe we should head to my trailer and we can get more comfortable, hm?”

His other hand, the one not still currently squeezing your thigh, drops down to take a hold of yours as he runs his thumb over it. Yes, you’d like to get more comfortable. Anything to help subdue the heat you’re feeling right now. He stands up, and you follow suit. His arm wraps around your waist and he lightly tugs you closer to him as you walk.

You miss the feeling of his large, warm hand on your thigh, but you know you’ll soon be getting all the attention you need. He loves to pamper you and give you absolutely everything you want, and this does not stop when it comes to the bedroom. Or rather, the couch in his trailer in this case.

He’s walking casually, not at all rushing like you wish he was. You can see that he’s smirking, and it only adds to the warmth collecting in your veins. You try to speed up and encourage him to walk faster, but his grip on you tightens, and he stops walking. He looks at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Am I going to have to remind you how to behave?”

“N-no, I’ll be good,” you replied quietly, suddenly aware of the very public setting again.

“Good bunny,” he spoke, gently, while lifting his hand up to cup your cheek as he sweetly smiled at you. You smiled back, relieved that you weren’t going to be in trouble. You don’t think you could handle a night with no mercy right now.

You were forced out of your thoughts by Mark wrapping your arm around his and his pace picking up again. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, making him chuckle quietly. He knows you’re desperate, and he’s going to use it to his advantage.

Soon enough, you were facing the trailer door and being pulled inside. You didn’t even have enough time to look around the place before you were shoved against the door and being pressed into by your boyfriend, his lips meeting yours as he groaned into your mouth. His hands are everywhere, roughly grabbing and squeezing and palming. with his lips trailing down your neck, you gasped lightly as he sucked marks into your soft skin.

Lifting your hands to tangle into his hair, he growled, muffled by the way he was pressing his mouth into your neck. You whined and attempted to roll your hips into his, but his hands pinned them back into the door.

Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and you were being dragged over to the small couch on the other side of the trailer. He sat down on it, and pushed you down to your knees in front of him. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and swiftly undid the zipper on his pants, all while staring into your eyes with a stern look.

“If you’re not going to behave, I guess I’m just going to have to teach you a lesson.”

[sukirichi]

defeat (m.)

no thoughts, just sparring with naoya in his black tee and fucking him all sweaty

cw. sweaty sex, breeding kink, naoya and his wife are both ass people, doggy style, naoya is very touchy, lame fight scenes lol, creampie, unedited and just brainrot tbh

note. in honor of naoya being a canon ass man and overall just celebrating his sexiness (plus talking to my wife about naoya genuinely awakened my breeding kink) prompted by this ask!

# part of the trophy wife collection

“Let’s train. Gym, in five minutes,” your husband commands with a playful glare. Rolling your eyes at him, you lean back to make yourself more comfortable on your seat, arms crossed over the robes to show your defiance.

It’s not every day you tease him like this, but training in the middle of the day? You’re not in the mood of it.

One quirked brow from Naoya, though – merely a premise of what is to come if you don’t follow him to the training grounds – has you switching to your yoga pants and a fit shirt to match his outfit. The whole way there, you shamelessly stare at his backside that looks enticing and begging to be squeezed, especially in his light grey sweats that cling to his thighs deliciously.

“You done staring at my ass now?”

“Nope,” you chirp, popping the ‘p’ as he begins to stretch, rolling his eyes at you when you still very much openly stare at his ass. But it’s fine, since he’s doing the same and you’re prompting him to in the first place.

Out of your extensive wardrobe that your husband spoils you with, you had to choose a pair of dark yoga pants that are hugging the outlines of your legs, your shirt barely even keeping you modest as you extend your arms side to side. You and Naoya smirk at one another, cursed energy kept brimmed to the bare minimum as to not hurt each other. Despite always being cooped up in the Zen’in Estate per Naoya’s orders (and you don’t really feel like going out anyway), neither of you doubted your skills in sparring.

Long before he met you, he’s heard of your name spoken in high esteem, another special grade one sorcerer just like he was. This fact remains even as you’re married now, and Naoya closes the gap between your bodies, his gaze directed at your lips and hands trailing up to squeeze your neck, his eyes so hazy that it seems as if he’s not entirely aware of his actions.

“My love,” you purred, clasping the wrist connected by the hand where his thumb is rubbing circles over your vein. “Are we here to train or are you too distracted?”

“A sorcerer must never be distracted.”

“So keep your eyes wide open, sweetheart,” Ducking your head under his grasp, you ram yourself into his chest where he immediately falls on the ground, the wind knocked from his chest. Naoya’s reflexes are fast before he’s up to his feet again to mimic your stance, his arrogant grin showing that he’s not that irritated by how devious you could be, using your allure as his woman to take his attention away, if only for  a little bit. “You look a little tired. Want me to go easy on you, babe?”

“Don’t you dare.”

Cheater, he’s a fucking cheater! Faster than you could comprehend, Naoya already has you pinned before him, your legs locked in place with how he’s shifting his weight onto your ankles. You hated it so much every time he used his technique against you, but then again, there weren’t any rules that stopped him from doing so.

“Well?” he prompts and leans down, hovering his lips right before your ear while you pant under him. “Aren’t you going to fight back? I didn’t invite you here to be boring with me.”

Stifling a laugh, you use your strength to push him off you, and you spar heartily with your husband who seems to be in a good mood, considering the rare influx of compliments leaving his otherwise harsh tongue. It’s no easy feat as he’s skilled even without using his techniques, and the both of you are breathless by the time you’ve delivered and handled the other’s blow by blows, your palms and muscles sore.

Your husband is in no better state.

He’s struggling to catch his breath, his legs bent and his arm drawn over his knee. Naoya chuckles under his breath when you drape your sweaty arms over his back, shameless and wanting as you tap his cheek to urge him in for a kiss.

Albeit grumbling he doesn’t really want to touch you when you’re covered in sweat, he kisses you anyway, smiling before he hitches you onto his lap that you’ve proudly claimed as your throne.

“Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

“Sometimes you forget I’m just like you, Naoya,” you rub your nose with his, foreheads pressed while you rock yourself over his groin. His eyes darken in warning, large hands coming up to knead your ass that you know he worships so much, though he makes no move to stop you, and really, he never would. “Just because I’m your precious little wife who would gladly serve you tea, doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to hand your ass back to you.”

“Oh, will you, now?” he chuckles, “I’d like to see you try.”

“I already did.”

“Only because I let you,” Naoya mumbles on your lips, his once curious kneading now turning more intentional, more heated. “You’re funny if you think I’m letting you win against me.”

“So then why did you?”

“Because if I do, you’ll let me do this.” This refers to tearing your shirt apart, exposing your sports bra to him that is now clinging to your skin from the sweat, droplets of perspiration dripping from the tips of your hair and down to your flushed chest. Gasping from the torn material, you try to slap your husband’s destructive hands away.

“Naoya, that’s my favorite shirt!”

“Because you like the brand or you know because I go crazy every time you wear it?”

“Both, of course,” you scoff, and Naoya silences your protests by capturing your lips for another feverish kiss. A cheater, a huge, immature cheater he was – he knows so well that you get so weak every time he’s like this, and it really isn’t beyond him to exploit other’s weaknesses for his own enjoyment. And as much as you enjoyed this too, you don’t really want to fuck in a room that smells like sweat.

“Naoya,” pulling away from his sweet lips (which is a shame, really, you could’ve made out with him a lot longer), you ignored the throbbing he’d caused deep within your core. “My love, if you want to fuck me, you should take me back to the room.”

“You’re ordering me around now?”

“You will take me to the room,” you repeated firmly, dragging him down by the collar to force him to look at you. “Be mean all you want, but at the end of the day we both know you want to be buried inside me.”

“You’re not any better, wife,” he remarked, and he squeezes your sensitive breasts as if to prove a point. “At the end of the day, we both know you want me deep inside your tight cunt.”

“So then let’s help each other out.”

Ordering him around was one thing, but compromise? Naoya is a man capable of it, he just doesn’t like to show it because he doesn’t want people questioning his power. Your husband who is mostly anger and greed, his mind clouded by the need to always be better than others, shifts a little just for you as he carries you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his slender waist like second nature.

Naoya must’ve been so eager that you’re back in your room in a flash, with your back bouncing on the mattress and him stripping above you.

“No!” you insist and stop him, “Keep the shirt on. Please?”

“What the fuck for? It’s sweaty and sticky.”

“Exactly, and you look sexy like that.”

“Fucking filthy,” he scolds, but keeps the shirt on anyway and lets you roll it back to his waist. His pants, however, they need to be off. Your husband watches with unmasked interest as you push the band of his pants until you’re throwing it somewhere on the room. In return, you shimmy out of your yoga pants that are now uncomfortably pressed to your skin, discarding all forms of clothing that irritated you. Settling down on the bed, you spread your legs right beside his hips, but Naoya only smirks, groping your knee with a chuckle. “What, you think I wanna fuck you like this?”

“How else then?”

“Oh, come on,” he prompts, “You kept staring at my ass the whole time. I think it’s time I return the favor.”

Without another word, he flips you onto your stomach and grabs you by the waist, giving you no time to relax before your head is pushed back down on the pillows. Naoya’s warm cock is throbbing from your backside and he groans, delivering a harsh smack to the skin before it aches under his touch.

“Such a pretty fucking ass that’s begging to be fucked,” in time to his words, you wiggle your hips at him in a silent complaint to get moving already. Naoya simply grips down on your hips to keep you still, spanking you once more as a lesson. “Don’t fucking move.”

“Naoya, please, just fuck me already.”

“Needy little wife, begging to be ruined, huh?” Another smack.

Shutting your eyes tight, you fist the sheets under you as tears come to life. “Yes, ‘em so needy for you, Naoya, want your cock so bad, please-” Your pleading is cut off when he slides into you in one fluid motion, his deep groans resonating around the room once he’s seated comfortably. Mouth falling open at the pleasure of being stretched so open and shocked by the fact you’d already been so wet, you could barely register the pace he’s started.

Naoya keeps fucking deep into you, slapping your ass repeatedly and calling you his dirty little slut – mine and all mine only, he said. You’re left immobile and whining under him, all of your consciousness centered on the burning sensation between your legs.

Beneath you, Naoya’s hands travel to tug your bra downwards. The material remains stuck under your breasts and you moan around his rough, calloused hands that are expertly kneading your breasts. His pace quickens until his hips are roughly slapping against yours, grumbles and garbled moans mixing in with your little gasps of his name in a desperate plea to be brought to your orgasm.

You feel so raw, so dirty, so filthy like he said.

Sweat and arousal is coated on your skins and everything about this position feels so primal, even more so when he begins to rub at your clit just to push you over the edge. “Oh, fuck!” you grasped his bicep with one hand, the soreness of your muscles extreme.

“Yeah? You like that? You’re such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like a bitch in heat,” he spits in your ear with lust dripping from each word, and his words are enough to make you cum around him.

Walls clamping down on his cock, you hear Naoya grunt above you, his chest now pressed onto your back. You’re crying around him but he only goes faster, he’s so close and like the good wife you are, you help your husband by driving your body back to meet him thrust by thrust. Naoya’s chuckles are stuttered and half mixing in with moans when he runs a hand through his hair, those same hands following in gripping your cheeks to face him.

His kisses are sloppy and short-lived; you’re too busy moaning and he’s struggling to breathe with your pussy convulsing around him. “God, so fucking tight!”

“Hmm, come on, baby, come for me,” you encourage by rolling your hips around his cock, ignoring the fact the oversensitivity is making your legs turn to jelly and your arms are seconds away from giving out on you. But you hold strong, this is the duty of his wife, and you look past your shoulders as Naoya digs his nails into your hips to keep you still while he cums inside you.

“Oh, fuuuuckkk,” prolonged groans spill from his mouth the same way his own cum is released in spurts from your pussy lips.

Satisfied and extremely tired, you fall limp on the bed. Naoya dips two fingers to collect the mess you’ve made and you shudder, but then he lets go of you until your lower body is sliding back down on the bed, eyes droopy from that heated fucking. The minute sounds of sucking is enough to let you know your perverted husband is most likely feasting on your cum, but nothing prepares you for when he pushes them back inside your pussy.

“N-Naoya!” you exclaim and stare up at your husband, whose attention is zeroed in on your pussy lips hungrily encasing his fingers and cum. “What’re you doing?”

“You think that’s enough to get you pregnant?”

“What?”

“Don’t answer that,” he narrows his eyes and begins to pump his cock that is half hard again, the sight making anticipation and arousal throb all over you. You’ve seen that look on him before, and it’s the face he makes when he’s dead set on accomplishing something. “I’ll keep fucking you until I’m sure you can grant me an heir.”

In combat, you’ll most definitely spar with your husband without fear of losing, but having Naoya in bed when he’s determined on breeding you is a different thing.

This, without a doubt, is the one thing you can’t beat him on. And not that you wanted to, anyway, having him fuck a baby in you does sound nice.

Locking your eyes with your husband, you willingly spread your legs open for him again.