#one of the sinewy squishy ones in my arm

[casspurrjoybell-19]

CLAIMED - Chapter 26

*Warning: Adult Content*   

The couple strode at a leisurely pace down the hall of the Crescent Moon Pack House, fingers waffled together between them. 

Beta Jaxson Ortiz in particular was fighting a losing battle against his dick as they walked, hard as a rock and resisting the overwhelming urge to turn his head and stare shamelessly at the love of his life.

Their meeting at the Diner was nothing short of wildly eventful and after the group of friends finished gawking at the bomb that Pack Warrior Tyrus Cahill had so casually dropped, they had descended into a pleasant stream of conversation while everyone ate.

As the day transpired and their time together came to a close, Jaxson couldn't help but think of how wonderful it was to have friends, true friends, again. 

The Beta couldn't even remember a time where he'd felt so uninhibited, so light, carefree and content as he simply enjoyed being there, fully present in that moment.

Jaxson's stomach and heart were so full that he thought they might burst but now, there was a different kind of fullness that the smaller man craved, one that made him walk a little funny as he pressed his thighs together in search of much-needed friction.

He shook his head, attempting to clear it just enough to see through that rapidly descending haze of lust, knowing that now was not the time. 

He couldn't be horny, at least not yet.

Not until he'd finished the very last and most important, apology on today's agenda.

The two men were closing in on the door to their shared bedroom, getting closer by the second and the smaller of the two heaved out a breath as he realized that it was now or never because the moment we were through that door, he was undoubtedly going to ride the absolute meat off of his Mate's dick.

Pausing mid-stride, Jaxson waited patiently until their arms stretched to the limit between them and Corey turned around, staring with a curious glint in his eye.

"Are you alright, beautiful?" the Warrior Alpha inquired, arms slacking as he crossed the few strides back toward his Mate. 

Despite Jaxson's ample progress and healing over the past few months, Corey still remained on edge, unable to suppress the instinct, the searing need, to furiously worry about his Mate's well-being.

Just the thought of his resilient Mate suffering even a stubbed toe in his presence made him want to punch something, repeatedly.

Jaxson nodded, unable to keep the grin off of his freckled face as he tilted it up and up, trying to make up for the somewhat significant difference between his and Corey's height.

Corey's deep, brown eyes skimmed his Mate's form like a hawk searching his territory, as if searching for a single hair out of place that would indicate his distress. 

Jaxson was quick to quell his worry, placing his free hand on top of the muscular pec that protected his Alpha's squishy little heart."

I'm completely out of harm's way. No need to get your panties up in a twist, mister Alpha," the Beta tutted, not missing the flash of silver that overcame Corey's eyes and the ripple of his sinewy muscles the very moment that he addressed him as his title.

The larger man had to take some deep breaths to settle his Wolf, Dashiell as he held his Mate's hand in an increasingly pressurized grip. 

Once silver finally settled, giving way to those perfect brown depths, Jaxson continued.

"I'm just... I'm not done with my apologies. Not yet. Not until I've apologized to you," he breathed. 

The Beta was struggling to maintain eye contact due to a new onset of nerves but forced himself to maintain the connection.

It was stupid, really. 

He knew that Corey would never judge him and there was absolutely nothing to feel nervous about but even still, his fingertips shook as he began.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, Corey. I treated you like crap, like complete and utter shit during the first few months of meeting you and I loathe every single word, every single action, everything that I did in an attempt to drive you away," he confessed, voice surprisingly strong as he tried to convey the sincerity of the words being spoken.

"I need you to know it wasn't your fault. It was never your fault. I'm... so, so fuckin' sorry that I hurt you. And... just I love you so much, I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you how sorry I am."

And then, Jaxson finally released the giant breath of air that he was using to get all of that out in one go.

He hadn't written a script for this one, instead opting to just go with whatever popped into the forefront of his brain. 

The Beta needed it to be utterly sincere, utterly raw and not give himself time to overthink and make it all so much more complicated than it needed to be.

And that's what it was.

Simple, straight to the point and a little discombobulated but it was Jaxson. 

He could only hope that Corey would receive it well.

And of course, Corey being Corey, he did just that.

"There is no need to apologize to me, Gift," his larger-than-life man then purred, stepping even closer and slipping that warm, calloused hand up to cup his Mate's cheek in a delicate but also stabilizing grip.

Despite the instant comfort the gentle touch brought him, Jaxson frowned.

"Uhh, yes there God-damn it is," he argued, suddenly frustrated that Corey would even suggest that he somehow had nothing to apologize for. "I literally called you horrible names, made you sleep on the floor. Hell, I... I even insulted your dick, which, just for the record, I don't actually think is the size of a peanut."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Uhh, duh you giant cretin. I mean, have you ever even seen your own dick? It should be on the fuckin' nuclear watchlist, that thing. It could probably rip my... Wait, what are you..." Jaxson exclaimed, completely caught off guard as he was suddenly rushed up against the wall. 

One of Corey's hands pressed against the wall bedside his face while the other rested on his waist, gripping the soft and slightly curvy flesh with a bruising force.

"You seem to think that you can just run that pretty little mouth of yours whenever you want."

Corey's deep as shit, sexy ass voice combined with the closeness of their bodies and the erotic undertone of his words sent all of Jaxson's attention right back to where it was when all of this started, that place being his rapidly re-engorging dick.

Well, that and now also his ass, which immediately began clenching uncontrollably and slicking up in anticipation for what was surely to come.

Jaxson tried to speak but all that came out was a high-pitched croak as he obediently pressed himself against the wall. 

He felt so small and Corey so big as he towered over him with a dark gaze, one that smoldered with steel-melting intensity.

"I said that there is no need to apologize to me. Did I not?" Corey tilted his head, the action akin to someone raising their brow with inquiry. "You have long been forgiven, baby. So stop talking."

Jaxson gulped,his Adam's apple bobbing and if Corey could smirk, he would have as he moved the hand that previously sat on his waist up to his pouty lips. 

The Alpha's thumb gently pulled at Jaxson's plumper, bottom lip, as if to tease them apart and the smaller man couldn't help but accept the thick digit into his mouth that was quickly building up reserves of saliva.

From the outside looking in, the larger man likely looked completely in control of his facilities but inside he was nothing but a storm.

He needed, craved the sensation of Jaxson sliding up and down on his length, one that had long-since created an uncomfortable tent in his jeans. 

Whatever self-restraint training he'd received as a Warrior flew the window when it came to his Mate smelling like a fucking five-star buffet underneath him and his Wolf, Dashiell pressed up against his skin in agreement.

Every muscle, every thought felt too tight and all he could think about was searching for that sweet, sweet release, the universe-shattering kind that only Jaxson's body could bestow him with.

And, Oh Goddess, when the scent of that slick, that fucking slick, finally came to the attention of his senses, there was no doubt in the Alpha's mind that he would be driven to madness if he didn't get his Mate into the safe confines of their bedroom in the next two seconds.

So, he picked him up.

Jaxson yelped, grasping onto his Mate's broad shoulders as he was hoisted up into the air as if he weighed nothing at all before being carted off over the last few steps to their bedroom door.

It was funny, really and Jaxson couldn't help but chuckle a little at the similarities of their position as he remembered the day they'd met, when Corey tossed him over his shoulder like a caveman all of those months ago.

Except, this time he would go wherever Corey wanted without a single complaint, the friction of his member pressed against the Warrior's chest as he walked only making him crave his touch that much more.

Corey knew he was being a brute as he kicked their bedroom door closed behind him and dropped his Mate down on their shared bed but he couldn't find it in him to give a single fuck.

His shaft was pulsing, his Wolf seething with the desire to not just touch and claim but to consume Jaxson.

After all, he had been so generous to share Jaxson with their friends all morning. 

Now, it was his turn to have his Omega all to himself.

Jaxson keened, their combined scents that permeated the bedspread turning him to putty as his Mate literally ripped his clothing off, the tattered threads falling from broad muscles in his haste to get to the good part.

Meanwhile, the smaller man had to press his back into the mattress to keep from launching himself at the now-naked Alpha, the sight of those harsh valleys and ridges that made up his giant muscles making him want to get on his knees and beg.

"Pants and underwear. Off," Corey clipped as he stalked forward, unable to look anywhere other than the tantalizing minx of a man who lay before him.

Jaxson didn't hesitate even a moment to comply, thin fingers fumbling with the annoying, evil ass button at the top of his black, ripped jeans. 

Finally, sometime between losing his sanity and having a complete mental breakdown, he managed to free both his pants and boxer briefs from his legs, kicking them off of his feet when they tried to form a tangled heap there.

"Sit on my face."

All of the air was sucked out of the room with that single sentence and Jaxson's face flamed.

"W-what?" the Beta panted incredulously, absolutely sure that he must have somehow hallucinated what he'd just heard. 

‘There was no way that Corey would...’

"I said sit. on. my. face," the large man clarified. "Bring that ass here. Now." 

There was no question in his tone, leaving room for nothing other than sheer obedience to his words.

So, Jason did just that. 

Like a good boy, he obeyed.

A humming purr rumbled through Corey, the sweet ambrosia scent of his Mate's slick getting more potent by the second as he shuffled his way over. 

The Alpha could tell that his Omega was more than a little bit hesitant at the prospect of this new and exceedingly vulnerable position they were about to try, so he did what any good dominant would, he took control.

Reaching out to take Jaxson's hips in a bilateral grip, Corey coaxed his Mate closer to his ultimate destination, steadying him as he began to lift a shaking leg to the other side of his head.

"Corey, are you sure?"

"Yes," Corey deadpanned, one-track mind focused on one thing and one thing only, getting his Mate's slick hole in his mouth. 

In fact, his tongue was already reaching out toward its prize, anticipating the contact that he so craved.

And then, when the Alpha finally managed to lower his nervous Omega down onto his waiting lips, he growled, grip shifting to dig his fingertips into the soft and generous flesh of the ass he loved so much.

"Oh... nngh... fuck," Jaxson exclaimed as he finally sat on his Mate's face, freckled fingers tangling up into the longer hair on the crown of Corey's head as he began to work him.

The Alpha shook his head in an effort to work it into the slick crease as he held the smaller man's ass firmly against his face.

He couldn't help it, he had to dig his face deeper, deeper, deeper between Jaxson's plump cheeks as he lapped at the copious slick that accumulated around his hole and dripped down onto his lips, the sweet treat a practically irresistible drug made specifically to call to his deepest instincts.

He sucked, kissing at that perfect hole until Jaxson was sure that he was going to either pass out or die, right there on top of his mate's sexy ass face. 

The only thing keeping him from doing just that was the thought of potentially asphyxiating the love of his life between the rotund globes of his ass.

Oh but Corey couldn't have cared less. 

The Alpha could feel the oxygen in his blood decreasing as he willingly suffocated himself in Jaxson's ass and his jaw ached as he plundered his tongue farther into his Mate's tight, dripping hole but there was absolutely nothing on this entire God-forsaken earth that would ever manage to pull him away.

He wouldn't, not until his mate was cumming harder than ever, hole spasming around his tongue and thighs crushing his soaked face.

Jaxson wasn't even comprehending the sounds that were leaving his mouth, the multitude of keens and breathy, inconsolable moans only increasing as Corey yanked his ass down harder, rocking him on his invading tongue in a slow, firm and ever-so-torturous wave.

"Mmn... Coreyyy, please...," the Omega begged, barely knowing what he was asking for but Corey knew exactly what his baby needed, which was to cum all over his face.

Jaxson’s Wolf, Luka panted in the back of his brain as his abdominals clenched and his member throbbed and he felt like he was going to lose his entire damn mind.

"Your tongue is so... Aghhh... Fuck, fuck, fuck."

A few strands of Corey's silky, black hair slipped through his fingers as Jaxson's grip faltered, the Alpha spearing his Mate's hole open on his hot tongue shooting Jaxson far beyond the edge that he had been precariously teetering off of since the very instant he'd made Corey's face his seat.

Corey fucked him harder, slamming him repeatedly down onto that that slick, unrelenting muscle and Jaxson could do nothing but hopelessly grab at his lover's arms and hair as he came.

Jaxson's thighs clenched, streams of hot essence shot down onto Corey's chest, and the Alpha's tongue was practically strangled by his lover's hole as it convulsed and constricted like a boa-constrictor around the muscle.

Jaxson nearly slumped over and Corey practically vibrated with the absolute perfection of it all, greedily gulping down his sweet reward as Jaxson's body pumped out buckets of slick in response to the rough tonguing he'd just received.

"Ahhh..." Jaxson breathed heavily as Corey gently lifted him from his face, the Alpha licking at his lips and breathing deep as he was finally able to oxygenate his deprived body once more.

The best part though, was that Corey wasn't even close to being done with his little Gift.

Judging by the state of his shaft, which stood straight up like a tower atop his powerful thighs, Corey had a few other plans in mind, plans that included fucking Jaxson until he cried.

As he settled Jaxson down on the mattress beside him, he couldn't resist the urge to chuckle at the adorable sight. 

His Omega was absolutely wrecked, curls strewn in all sorts of crazy directions, cheeks reddened and limbs shaky as he stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly and carefully as if Corey's voracious ass-eating had left him in a hollow state of shock.

Corey grumbled in approval, turning over to hover over his beauty and press a gentle kiss to his Mate's trembling lips before mumbling against them with a voice as smooth as velvet.

"Why does every single part of you taste so sweet? Goddess, you make me feel like an addict," the large man praised and Jaxson whined, arching his back up in search for skin-to-skin. 

Corey wanted to grin but since he couldn't, instead decided to tuck his face into the crook of Jaxson's neck to mouth at the slightly sweaty skin there. 

No matter how much I get of you, I can never get my fix," he growled, canines dropping as he neared the spot that held his Bond Mark.

The sensation of pin pricks against his most sensitive spot brought Jaxson back partway to the land of the living and he found himself sighing with a sense of wordless contentment as he lifted his arms up to wrap them loosely around Corey's thick neck.

"Well you can go ahead and stay addicted because you're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not," Jaxson grinned, pulling himself up to forty-five degrees with the leverage of his grip around his mate's neck. "Now, let's see if we can get you that fix, shall we?"

The mischievous grin that Jaxson flashed up at him made Corey's blood run hot and before he knew it he was on his back, his rambunctious and notedly determined Mate straddling across his waist and sinking down on his profusely weeping length.

Corey's head immediately shot backward with a groan, the Alpha having to grind his teeth together to keep from biting his tongue clean off.

"Ahh... so tight, baby... Oh Goddess you belong on my dick."

And so did Corey... belong inside of his deliciously insatiable Mate.

It was hard to resist the urge to dominate, every single curse word slamming through the larger man's brain as he tried his hardest not to flip them over and pound himself into Jaxson hard enough to bruise that sexy fucking ass of his.

"Move," Corey growled, unable to keep the Alpha command out of his tone.

The sensation of being filled like this was something that Jaxson would never get tired of, the girth of his Mate's heavy shaft stretching him to his limits making him want to loll his tongue out and roll his eyes back like a bitch in heat. 

He didn't even need the Alpha command to do exactly what his lover desired.

It was too much, yet also somehow not enough and Jaxson rolled his hips, dipping his lower back in search of friction against that one spot that always left him drifting off into a state of pleasurable insanity.

Corey's giant hands were back, this time reaching up to grip around his lover's neck with a stable but not-too-tight grip, one that reminded Jaxson of his Mate's impressive strength. 

Using this grip, the Alpha pulled his mate down to press their foreheads close, eyes sharp and undeniably intimidating as he growled out a warning.

"If you want to be on top, you better ride me like you mean it," he ordered, the Dominant tone in his voice and the pressure surrounding his trachea making Jaxson nod like a bobblehead, hips immediately picking up the pace as he rode his Mate hard.

Harsh slaps of skin-on-skin and grunts of uncontrolled pleasure filled the room as Jaxson bounced up and down on his Mate's length at a pace that made his thighs burn with a searing ache. 

But eager to fulfill his Mate’s Alpha Order, he continued on, choking and sputtering every now and then as Corey's hand tightened and loosened around his windpipe.

It was all so good, so mind-numbingly blissful as he continually lifted himself and dropped down on his Alpha and for a second Jaxson even wondered if his bed frame could keep up as it creaked beneath them.

But, seeing that hint of a completely destroyed expression on Corey's typically expressionless face was enough for Jaxson to decide that the bed would just have to be a victim tonight.

Corey knew he shouldn't have looked, he shouldn't have lowered his gaze down to that spot at which their bodies connected, where he could see his length disappearing into the tight heat of his Mate but he simply couldn't help himself.

And when he saw that, the visual confirmation of his unadulterated claim on his Mate, it was over.

"Oh shit," Jaxson yelped as the world spun wildly around him and suddenly he was on his back, legs pressed legs apart and apart some more, as Corey practically folded his lover in half.

"Aghh. I can't," the smaller man blubbered, releasing a heart-wrenching sob as Corey literally snarled, hips pounding against his ass so hard that the flesh jiggled against him like water.

Jaxson could feel his lover so deep, deeper than ever before as he pressed directly against his prostate so hard that stars exploded across his vision. 

He had to dig his fingers into the bedspread to stay in one place, tangling them in the fabric beside his head as he felt tears form in the corners of his eyes.

"You can," Corey grit out between closed teeth, pressing his Mate into the mattress underneath him as he hooked his hands underneath his knees to push them even further back. 

His Omega's legs trembled wildly as he fought his second orgasm that was rapidly approaching and Corey, somehow, picked up the pace as he chased his own.

It was then that the bedframe gave one final creak before finally giving out, legs folding in on themselves and the mattress falling to the ground with a loud 'thud.'

But that didn't stop Corey, who was as determined as ever in his quest.

"Fuck... so deep... gonna knot you, baby," the Alpha could only speak in broken phrases at this point as his hips stuttered, a guttural groan worked its way up from a wholly primal place and he gripped his Mate close, the need to touch all of him overwhelming him as he finally found what he was looking for.

Release.

Jaxson wept, Corey roared and both lost themselves in the ephemerally ever-lasting climax, one ripped from the depths of the other's body.

Corey, with the sudden influence of his Wolf, Dashiell, pressed his heavy hips forward, seating his Knot firmly within the walls of his lover and holding them there in an effort to seal himself inside.

He didn't want to see a single drop of his sticky spend leave the place where it belonged, deep within the womb of his beautiful, perfect Omega. 

He simply wouldn't allow it.

Jaxson shook, his channel still spasming around the length of his Mate for the second time that afternoon, milking Corey's length for all it was worth as his physiology responded to the sensation of being filled. 

He heaved in deep breaths, trying to catch up on air as tears dripped down the sides of his face and disappeared into the shaved hairline on the sides of his head.

Goddess, he felt so wrecked, so owned, so claimed and he loved it more than words could ever fucking describe.

"Mine," Corey ordered in a guttural tone, hips still flexed as he locked his Mate in his arms.

There was a kind of vulnerability in Knotting, one that made the Alpha ravenous with the need to protect and shield his Jaxson away from the world. 

That urge had only increased tenfold since learning of his Mate's partial Omega Genetics.

"Yours," Jaxson confirmed, hands coming up to rub his Alpha's back in a soothing gesture.

They stayed like this for an indeterminate amount of time but Jaxson didn't care. 

He would give his Mate as much time as he needed.

After all, time didn't really matter once one was sucked up into the inevitable whirlwind of good fuck. 

And even though they were wet and messy as they laid there, the only thing that mattered was that they belonged to one another.

Then, only after his Knot began to soften and his Wolf Dashiell's need to breed was tampered, did Corey finally find the willpower to gently rock himself from his Mate.

But, he didn't pull away fully just yet.

"I love you," he whispered, pressing a forceful kiss to the spot just below Jaxson's ear as if it would somehow grind the words into his very skin.

Jaxson Ortiz chuckled.

"Finally out of your caveman mode?" the Beta teased, finally allowed to lower his feet back down to rest on top of the duvet. 

Corey responded to the joke with a nip to his Bond Mark and a growl that rumbled the entire bed.

"Never. Not when I'm with you," he half-joked back, brushing his lips around Jaxson's neck in an attempt to tickle him. "Now say it back or else I'll cry and it'll be all your fault," he teased with a joking tone, pouting as he amped up the heat on his tickle attack by adding in a hand to assist in the assault.

Jaxson practically screamed as Corey tickled him, attempting to squirm out of his Mate's inescapably firm hold and out of the range of danger.

It was one of Jaxson's biggest weaknesses, his ticklishness. 

His mom would always joke that with one tickle he would give up every secret known to man and that honestly wasn't too far from the truth.

It only took a few seconds for the smaller male to tap out, unable to take the torture any longer.

"Ahh... Okay... okay, okay... I love you. I love you," Jaxson screeched out, barely able to speak between explosive bouts of laughter.

Corey wanted to smile so badly right then. 

His mate was gorgeous all of the time but in the throes of a laugh, with a giant grin on his heavily freckled face and joy thrumming through their bond, Corey felt nothing but a wonderful sense of peace.

"Good boy," he praised, leaning up to spoil his lover with yet another kiss.

However, just before he could reach his destination, his eyes glazed over as someone pressed forward through the Crescent Moon Pack Link.

'Corey. You need to get down to the infirmary, quick.' 

Head Warrior Corey Cahill’s brother Luna Berlin Cahill's voice boomed, the sound of it significantly more frantic than usual. 

‘Dad is in labor.'

[dirty-jammies]

Silco with a Chubby SO Headcanons (Silco x Chubby!Fem!Reader)

Thank you, everyone, for all the notes on my Viktor posts! Now it's time for everyone's favourite villain dad~

SFW

You're not just his Queen. You are his Goddess.

Whenever you two are alone, he is touching you. That is his rule. You are either holding hands, him brushing his lips over your knuckles tenderly, or your legs are kicked over his lap on the couch, him feeling up your gorgeous thighs.

You are a luxury, and he is all too proud to have you as his very own. He will make excuses to leave his office with you just to show you off on his arm.

Will spoil you absolutely rotten. Say it, and it's yours. New clothes? Done. Expensive food and drinks? He'll reserve the entirety of the nicest restaurant he can find for just you two. A bigger bathtub? He'll have one installed in his flat's bathroom with a vibrating floor and jets.

This man is so whipped for you it's hilarious.

Will always make time to tell you how much he appreciates you. Even when he's swamped with work, he'll always make time to press a warm kiss to your forehead, hand, or impossibly soft cheek and tell you how beautiful you are and how happy you make him.

Though sometimes he'll ask you to leave his office until he's finished work. When he's stuck at his desk and he sees you out of the corner of his eye, relaxing on one of the couches, he gets... distracted. You're presence alone is enough to make his head all fuzzy and makes it hard to focus on work.

"Nearly finished for the day, my lovely. I promise."

You're the only person alive (besides Jinx) he'll show a soft side to.

Your embrace is home to him. After a long day dealing with drugs and death, sinking into your plush form, feeling your big loving arms wrap around his sinewy body lets him forget work and simply luxuriate in this peaceful moment.

Basically, you're his personal full-sized teddy bear.

Loves falling asleep on you. Your chest, stomach, and thighs are softer than any pillow. He'll sleepily press kisses onto whatever skin he can reach on you, grounding him to you until you both drift off to sleep.

Play with his hair while you're cuddling and he might just purr.

In the morning, it's nearly painful for him to leave your warmth and softness, your full, pouty lips beckoning him to stay even while you're still asleep. When he finally relents and decides on a lazy morning instead of rushing to work, he sighs in bliss as your arms wrap back around him, holding him close. Nothing in the world feels better than you.

When Sevika comes knocking, looking for her boss, it wakes you both up, and once again Silco has to reluctantly pull himself from you. Give him one last hug and a big kiss, and he'll go to work with a smile.

(NSFW under the cut)

Whenever he sees you, his mind is flooded with love, appreciation, and hunger.

Mans wants to straight up devour you. Every part of your soft, pliant body is just so biteable.

Leaves marks everywhere. Your neck has a collar of dark red hickeys that brand you as his, your inner thighs are covered with bitemarks, your soft stomach and squishy underarms are a delicacy to him, and they, too, bear the red sucking marks he leaves.

You've single-handedly made his libido skyrocket. Everything you do turns him on. When you laugh and throw your head back, hair bouncing, he just wants to pull it as he rails you from behind. When you fidget with a pencil and bring it to your lips, he wants you to suck his cock and let him cum all over your face. When you have your hands in your lap, he wants to bury his face between your thighs and eat you out until you're screaming.

Yeah, you drive him to distraction, alright. Makes it hard for him to focus, wink wink ;)

Is enamoured with your tits. Doesn't matter the size, he loves holding them, feeling their warmth. He loves sucking on them, leaving marks around your nipples before finally teasing your hardened nubs. Will suckle them even when you're not having sex. If you let him suck on your tits while you're just cuddling, he'll fall asleep in your arms and have the best sleep of his life.

Will give you degredation and praise in the same sentence. Very rough but very sweet dom

"So fffucking perfect for me," he'd groan, almost hissing as he pumped himself in and out of you, "My lovely little slut, aren't you? Letting me ruin you like this?"

Knows that you like his hands, and will make you suck on his fingers after fingering you. Feeling your plushy lips and slippery little tongue play with his digits, tasting your own slick on them, will drive him crazy.

Loves watching your entire body jiggle as he's railing you. Your stomach, arms, and of course your gorgeous breasts are hypnotic as he makes you bounce back and forth.

Will get you to flip over partway through so he can appreciate your thighs and luscious ass in the same way. He loves spanking you, seeing red handprints, his red handprints, start to glow on your ass gets his blood pumping.

He'd hold your hips down on the bed as he drilled into you hard and fast, spreading your asscheeks for him to see your pretty little hole. He'd grin and spit on it, using his fingers to tease around it, feeling your pussy clench around him.

"Dirty girl likes having her ass played with?" He'd taunt, barely slipping a fingertip in, "Maybe I should fuck you here next?"

You giving him head under his desk gives him a power trip like no other.

The sight of you obediently kneeling in front of him, perfect lips wrapped around his cock is enough to make him cum.

He'll lean back in his desk chair, occasionally taking a pull from his cigar, gently guiding the back of your head with one hand.

"That's my little princess," he'd hum with a grin, "So pretty when she serves her king."

He'll pinch your cheeks together, making your lips pout before pulling back and painting your adorable face with his cum. Make sure to clean his cock with your tongue afterwards.

After sex, Silco loves to bathe or shower with you.

Getting to feel up your warm, slippery body, his scent still on you under the fragrance of soap is the best.

He'll pull you close to him, hands finding purchase on your perfectly soft waist, and kiss you sweetly.

"Did you enjoy that, my lovely? Not too sore, are you?"

He would go over the areas he had marked, your wrists and ankles if he restrained you, and your rear if he had spanked you, making sure you weren't in pain.

He feels vulnerable but happy if you check on him too, asking if he's alright.

"I'm quite alright, my dear, thank you." He'll give you a tender kiss and hold your face, "You have my heart, lovely. As I hope to have yours forever."

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@coffee-and-guns // cont from ask

Gentle are those hands. It is gentleness he takes advantage of on a daily basis. She is more than a squishy human to crush. Yes, she is a dainty piece of flesh but one made of something greater. They proved it tonight. When he stormed their underground outfit all of them scattered as rats. Their screaming still lingers. He enjoyed each precision shot his weapon laid waste upon those lab coats. Vaguely reminded of Cyberlife’s scientists, Sixty felt nothing with each death. 

Why should he feel for them? His prize is tarnished with ill gotten memory. When she first broke down, Sixty yelled at her. He demanded she get up! Soon he deduced a greater issue than ignoring his rule. 

Indulging her lips now is a reminder of what he must possess. They threatened to take that away. He will kill all who threaten what belongs to him! She is his to break. She is his to bend any way he sees. 

“All of them.” A hiss to their deaths as inconsequential obstacles in their ‘happiness’ but Sixty cares little for discussion. His stress levels are higher. Sweeping through and firing through their hideout, taking down body by body he is spent of bullets. They had androids guarding their pathetic lives. He deactivated them first. Then he began the executions. 

“Take your clothes off.” The android orders her, slipping out of his jacket. Letting the stained fabric drop, his hands make haste of his shirt. Sticking to his sinewy torso, synthetic muscles stretching over plastic frame, he rouges shoulders for full effect. He knows what she craves. He is everything pitiful humans desire. Eden Club would do well to supply with his type but he offers his cock only to her. She takes it between those lips and in the back of her throat like a good girl. 

Sixty strips. Unbuckling his pants and hurriedly removing his shoes, his body retained some of the blood splatter. Even then he grabs at her. Ripping her shirt up over her head, an arm hooks under her legs. With one hoist she’s up in his arms and carried for the bathroom without consent. He needs none. She always allows it. 

Hungry. He feels so hungry for her warmth to envelop him and his cock stirs, throbbing in anticipation. The android places her atop the sink. Sinking fingers into her panties to rub along her clit he stretches a hand out to rip the shower curtain over. 

“I told you I would kill all who taints us. Who threatens to take you. Do you not know what I will do? I will kill the world.” He snarls, tearing her underwear off with one snap of his fingers. 

Sixty already has the shower water running but he stops, leaning against her, grabbing onto the back of her exposed ass. He grinds against her. Folds slick and slippery against his burdening erection, fulfilling him with the perfect means of ridding this residual adrenaline. “Yessss. Do you like that? Want to fuck me with their blood splattered across my body, my lamb? It’s spilled for you. All of them died screaming.” 

Teasing her with the head, he immediately ceases, wanting her to beg for it. Instead of fucking her right there he picks her up and steps forward. At the tub he enters and pulls the curtain over, plastering her to the wall as the warm water rains down on them. He grips onto her hips and allows her to settle on two feet. There he takes her hands and places them to his blood stained torso. “Wash away their sins my Lotus. I made sure they knew your name before I blew their heads off. Oh the brain matter was a glorious flow and sight to behold.” 

[justpeachy--keen]

build and skin for all

BUILD

Belle: smol. she’s 5′2, just itty bitty. but she’s also like--idk man she’s full of fury on the lowkey. don’t fuck w her. she gets all like puffed up when she gets angry. normally makes herself small though, curls her shoulders, ducks her head, makes herself invisible basically. she’s also pretty plump and curvy. definitely not skinny. has nice hips, full breasts, cute chubby arms that kinda thing. 

Simba: tol. 6′3 aka one of the tallest people in town. he’s very like--lean and, to use one of my favorite words, sinewy. he’s definitely got a lot of muscles because he goes running and did sports like his whole life and also likes swimming. definitely has meat on his bones. broad shoulders, long beautiful neck, etc.

Toulouse: 6′0, so tall but not a giant person like his little brother. a bit broader than ber, but not by much, still definitely a twig person. can make himself into an imposing person though. his coiffed hair adds an extra inch or two lbr.

Bambi: 6′0 my tall teen. he is a straight up beanpole. no muscles really. tbh kind of sickly looking because he was sick for a good portion of his life and also a premature baby so he just never really gained proper weight. looks like u could snap him in half and you probably could.

Perdita: 5′7 so a bit tall for a girl. i legit thought this was average height but apparently not, lmao. has legs for dayssss. nice toned arms and body because she takes pride in her appearance. wears like 5 inch heels all day every day because she gives no fucks, bow before her.

Sweet: 6′0 bc all my men are 6′0 apparently. broad as fuck, like his shoulders are so wide. he keeps in decent shape, uses the hospital gym pretty regularly. is very physically strong for the most part. 

Maui: 5′10. not super tall, but a little above average. wishes he was taller, but most of his brothers are about his height too, so it’s not that bad, though they are all much broader than him. he’s definitely #build on the upper part of his body because swimming and fishing. 

Attina: 5′4. smol but not super smol. she’s kind of chubby, like not--really but in a way that she definitely notices. like she kinda has a bit of a belly and a double chin when she tilts her face certain ways. not overweight by any means but it makes her self conscious anyway. so cute and squishy.

Hercules: 6′2 also my tol son. he’s lanky as hell and it confuses people when he just lifts up cars bc he’s def that person that peg is like DO YOU EVEN LIFT BRO at and thinks it’s hilarious because he doesn’t lift he’s just strong as fuck even though he has zero muscle mass.

Akela: 5′9. he is short and stocky but he will fuck you UP. broad and very strong (magically enhanced, but he’s also like ripped). is a powerhouse in a small body, seriously do not fuck w him.

Peach: 5′2. she is smol but mighty. she does a lot of sports and exercises a bunch so she’s actually really quite strong for a sixteen year old girl. doesn’t look it but is definitely like that girl who is all POW--impressive biceps.

SKIN

Belle: porcelain and beautiful, hardly a blemish. has a few faint scars on like elbows/knees from falling off philippe/generally being a curious child who cut herself on things. besides that her only scar is the thick, pink scar that runs from the bottom of her cleavage about four inches down. it’s pretty gnarly tbh not like a surgical scar, like a wound that healed on its own.

Simba: lovely skin that’s kind of reddish-brown. it’s definitely not that dark, a nice soft colour, more burnt ochre-ish than anything. has a scar on his forehead that is faint from the car accident, also a pretty gnarly scar on his left inner forearm from a compound fracture. uhh faint scars on his wrists from handcuffs. and various other, lesser scars from rugby/football/lacrosse/etc accidents.

Toulouse: FRECKLES i almost can’t say he’s like pale as fuck (even though he is) because the freckles are so numerous they almost offset it, ahaha. but, yes, he has very pale skin, lots and lots of freckles. actually has pretty pale lips too.

Bambi: a ghost person. your classic #palewhiteboytm has some freckle/moles because of course, what #pasteywhiteboy is not complete without those?

Perdita: light skin, but not like #white. can get surprisingly tan when she wants to (tries not to thought because #aesthetic). she’s israeli so there is definitely some pigmentation to her skin. 

Maui: gosh, such nice skin. not too dark, but definitely a good tan. has beautiful freckles on his nose and cheeks and shoulders too probably. not moles, just the lightest dusting like someone lovingly painted them on.

Sweet: a lovely dark brown, the color of the earth. had a lot of acne in high school actually, so he’s got some scarring from that on his cheeks. has various scars from being in the army. 

Hercules: no scars because he literally cannot get them. not even acne scars the bitch. a beautiful red-brown skin tone, kind of dark-ish, but not super dark.

Akela: ugh his skin is so beautiful?? i don’t know how to describe it, just--so beautiful. i know you’re not supposed to compare pocs to food but god his skin is like?? ground coffee spread out and very fine. it’s like this just beautiful tawny-brown color? im so obsessed with it tbh.

Attina: also beautiful porcelain skin, though she has like the faintest of freckles that only come out if she spends lots of time in the sun. tbh probably has a few scars from when she was a kid, she def scraped knees and stuff she wasn’t always OCD and panicked about literally everything. she used to be quite adventurous and mischievous. 

Peach: light tan skin, very pretty. she loves her skin. she doesn’t really have any blemishes. has faint scars from rough housing as a kid and getting tossed by waves while surfing. also sports scars.