#rockin' f

[brewed-pangolin]

Tailgate Movie Night

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

Synopsis: You and Soap take advantage of a warm summer's night to hit the drive-in. Yet halfway through the film, your attention gets pulled to a more tranquil scene before you.

Warnings: None. Fluffs galore.

You couldn’t have asked for a better night if you begged for it. The warm summer air cooled with a gentle breeze that came in the moment the sun descended below the distant horizon. A crystal clear night. The dark, black expanse of the sky blanketed in countless stars, so many you were unable to discern the distinct formation of your favorite constellations within them.

And popcorn. So. much. Popcorn.

As you made your way through the vast jungle of parked cars, you let your mind wander and take in the sights and sounds around you.

The endless parade of movie goers lining up at the concession stand.

A series of high-pitched screams of children scurrying around the grass laden parking lot.

And the delicious aroma of salted butter filling your sinuses as you made your way back to your parking spot. Needing both hands to cradle the massive paper bag of popcorn your lover always insisted on during movie nights.

And you obliged, as always. Movie theater popcorn was, after all, his guilty pleasure. And you were certainly not going to deny Soap MacTavish of his most prized culinary obsession.

As you continued to meander through the last line of parked cars, your eyes finally caught sight of Soap’s other most prized obsession; his 4Runner.

Your lips involuntarily curled into a smile as you watched him make the last-minute touches to the back of the compartment. Transforming a typical cargo hold into a full-blown comforting sanctuary.

Built in air mattress. Pillows set up against the backseat and sides of the trunk. And a plethora of blankest set out at your disposal. In other words, perfect.

“Lookin’ good, Johnny,” you called out with a grin permanently etched onto your lips.

“Aye. Jus’ need one more thing,” Soap replied, reaching over the backseat to grab the cooler and a six pack of Irn Bru.

“You splurgin’ tonight. Aren’t ya, love?”

“I earned it, lass. Got the botched crest to prove it,” he answered with a head tilt and a smirk.

The chunk of hair missing from his distinctive mohawk more visible in the dim light and the peach fuzz of new hair growth just beginning to cover the scar left by the grazed bullet.

“It’s an interesting look, Soap. Got a bit of a, I don’t know, Stegosaurus vibe to it.”

“Shut it, lass.”

“Why don’t you just shave it?”

Soap fell silent. Immediately shooting you a playfully repulsed glare and grabbing at the immense bag of popcorn from your hands.

“Away n’ biel yer heid.”

“Yeah. Fuck you too, babe.” You smiled brightly back at him, climbing into the back to take your place snuggled up next to him.

Not even thirty minutes into the movie, you reached over into the giant bag of popcorn nestled between you and found it to be nearly completely empty. Cupping a few straggling upopped kernels into your hand, you glanced over and took in the blissful sight before you.

Soap MacTavish. Your Johnny. Fast asleep against the pillow next to you.

In normal circumstances, you would jab into his side and rile him up to keep him awake. But now, with how peaceful he looked, you wouldn’t dare stir him from his whimsical slumber.

Instead, you turned your attention from the film on the oversized outdoor screen to the tranquil scene of calmness beside you. Lightly tracing your fingers along the top of his scalp as you laid on your side, ever so slowly running your fingers through the remnants of his mohawk as he breathed steadily within the grip of deep sleep.

Soap always had trouble sleeping at night. Whether it be from the nightmarish memories of his previous deployments, or new found fears he had only just begun to conjure up within his mind, sleep always seemed to perpetually dance around taunt him, no matter how hard he tried to give in.

But here, in the back of his 4Runner and amongst a crowd of movie goers and intricate white noise, he could find peace. And you’d be damned if you did anything to take that away from him.

You felt a slight tinge of embarrassment at how easily you fell in love with watching him sleep. And guilty, a sense that somehow you were almost stealing these precious moments of rest from him. Taking advantage of his unconscious vulnerability for your own selfish need to witness and cache these serene moments for yourself.

And you did.

As the dim light of the drive-in danced across his dreamlike expression, you shifted all focus and attention from the film to bask in the tranquility that was him.

Laying your head on his chest to lose yourself in the rhythmic cadence of his heart. A gentle smile curling into your lips as you felt the groggy movement of his arm behind you, pulling you in closer with a sleepy groan.

The world slowly began to melt away as you both enjoyed the closeness of one another. Low, rumbling vibrations of the films soundtrack rolling through the hull of the vehicle, eliciting a muffled giggle as your mind recalled a more robust vibration Soap preferred in the back of his 4Runner.

"What's s'funny, hen?" Soap managed through a drowsy whisper. Tilting his chin down to tenderly kiss the top of your forehead.

"Nothin'. Just enjoying the moment, love."

"Mhmm. Yer a terrible liar, lass."

Your smile widened, looking up to meet the cerulean fire of his eyes draped behind heavy lids. His signature mischievous grin telling all you needed to know about his full intentions for the night.

And you were more than happy to put on a show for him. Appreciating his decision to park in the back as you both created your own soundtrack for the night.

4Runner Wingman Masterlist

@deadbranch @sofasoap @d3athtr4psworld @punishmepunisher @jynxmirage @homicidal-slvt @glitterypirateduck @mykneeshurt @astraluminaaa @shotmrmiller @writeforfandoms @obligatoryghoststare @haurasha @havoc973 @macravishedbymactavish @ang3lc @luismickydees

[andy-clutterbuck]

Dr. Robert Bridge ✤ Afterlife

➺ Hello, Professor when are office hours

[ranuunculus]

today's find

[arcwrath]

Not my boss bringing up what she said to me yesterday after seeing a pic of me in a wig☠️ she got me rolling AGAIN

[lex-n-weegie]

F/Ovember promo post!

Event by @cherry-bomb-ships, info post here

Finally getting around to do this!! Hurray!!

This is gonna be a thing from November 6th(today), to November 15th. It won't be a full takeover persay, as I'll still reblog and post stuff (it'll be tagged as not takeover related).

Here's the list of everyone who has access to my phone now, plus their respective emojis! Send asks to absolutely any of them at any time! (Dear God help me)

Romo

-Luigi: ⚡

-Waluigi: 🌹

-Montgomery Gator: 🐊

-Glamrock Bonnie: 🐇

-Boris the Wolf: 🖤

QP

-Princess Peach: 🍑

-Sunnydrop: ☀️

-Moondrop: 🌙

-Marina Ida: 🐙

Platonic

-Roxanne Wolf, Glamrock Chica, DJMM, and Gregory: 🐺 🐥 🕷️ 🔦

-Bowser, Daisy, and Yoshis: 🔥 🌼 🦖

-Bendy and Alice Angel: 😈 😇

Familial

-Mario: 🍄

-Marionette: 🎁

-Mr. Hippo: 🦛

-Glamrock Freddy: 🐻

-Helpy/Glamrock Helpy: 🧸

-Bowser Jr. : 🖌️

[sweetlovingfictionals]

“Want a try?” Monty’s southern accent brimmed from his voice box, a lit cigarette pressed between his thumb and thumb offering the stick to the human technician. Something that Mika hasn’t ever had to pleasure of is trying smoking. Not in Mika’s interest. Though, he’s been staring at the animatronic Gator enjoying himself with a can of Fizzy Fazbear soda of Monty’s delicious Brand flavor. Lemon Lime. Weirdly like Sprite but more intensified with the fruity citrus flavor. Maybe Mike had been having heart eyes over his boyfriend for the last the minutes whilst ‘maintaining’ to Monty in replacing old parts while Monty relaxed. It wasn’t a huge procedure. Just a few bolt replacements and sprucing the endoskeleton.

Though, it didn’t help to that he’s been staring and glancing up every now and then. Relaxing on the couch with Mika’s tools next to them. And it didn’t go unnoticed by the animatronic. A pleased smile left his maw. Mika had a very addictive personality. So; Mika was always nervous to start smoking cigarettes. But… this is a offer of a gift from Monty. To have his taste from his tongue and breath. A small fluster at the idea of being able to taste him through the base of the cigarette where he sighs in deciding to it. He would slightly bend up to take the cigarette from Monty, the smoke at the butt of it continuously wisping. Taking a good inhale of the taste of it, it was mixed. For once, the VERY slight citrus taste and tongue of Monty is in the cigarette. And yet, a small cough escaping them from the horrid taste. Thankfully Monty made it bearable. A small chuckle left Monty.

“You’re pretty damn cute, Punkin. How’d I taste?” Mika would shyly look at the floor. He always loved it with Monty teased them. It made them feel all warm. “Like heaven… and citrus.” A stick of the tongue out with a small raspberry. A gruff laugh. He would tease with a tail pressuring up against Mika’s arm. Lifting it up. “Good. Now Gimme.” He would outstretch his hand to take back the cigarette from Monty. A roll of the eyes. “You only had to ask babe.” Mika replies where he gave back the object to Monty, taking another inhale of his cigarette normally and leaning over to blow it down to Mika. “Love your taste, too. Sweet an’ lovely~” Mika inhale the second hand smoke, out of a desire to show Monty their love for him. “Careful, hon. Don’t wanna get you too worked up when I just replaced your parts.” Monty flicks a hand in dismissive. “Aaah, Don’ be like that. We’ll get back t’ playin’ together soon enough. Have a lil’ patience if you can~.” Mika scoffs. “Should be telling you the same when you can help but slap my ass in front of Freddy every so often.”

Monty would lean over again. “Jus’ makin’ sure he knows you’re mine, sweetheart.” Mika would close up the leg part to Monty where he would stand back up. “Give that a try. Should be more nicer on movement. But please do me a solid and don’t kick shit again. You kicked your couch over last time and that’s why you have a messed up leg.” Monty groaned. “Yeah yeah, don’ gotta tell me, Doctah.” Mika sits down next to him. “I’m serious. It gets expensive sometimes to replace your room AND your parts. You’re state of the art and I wanna make sure you’re all healthy for playtime too.” He purred pressing a kiss against his lips. Another taste of smoke and citrus. “Love you. Just wanna be sure you’re okay.” Monty purred back like a gator would. “Ain’ gotta worry about me, babe. I ain’ goin’ nowhere~.” Monty offers again after another inhale. “Want anothah? Just for good luck?” Mika nodded and took it again from him gently. “You’re always my good luck. Though sometimes your lusk is always pushing it.” Monty folded his arms. “Shush and enjoy Me.” Another inhale and blow. “I always do.”

[klinejack]

KAHLAN!! i mean.. bridget!!!!

[ser-rctslcyer]

𓊝 Sails Away 𓊝

This is brought to you by the encouragement of @mccnknightstcrdst , I have decided to indulge in some self shipping here! I’ve been doing this for years but now it’s time for me to scream out into the world about it. I am totally okay if anyone wants to ask any questions about anything I say!!! (so long as its not mean)

So as follows, block these tags if you are not wanting to see me babble my little heart out:

→ loser’s circus of f/o’s - the primary tag i’ll be using for all of them (whether the posts are writing, gifs, or art)

→ spilt the deck ❤️♠️ || william tell

→ enter the bastard 🚬☠️ || billy hargrove 

→ spinning through the moons 🌑💫 || steven grant/marc spector/jake lockley

→ wings in the galaxy ⭐ || poe dameron 

→ dragons dungeons and metal 🎸 || eddie munson

→ himbo mother hen ⚾❤️ || steve harrington

→ undead pigeon king 🐦🌙 || khonshu

→ croc rockin dilf 🐊👞 || arthur harrow

→ little bug 🪲☀️ || layla el-faouly

→ cutlery n’ ingredients 🔪🍅 || carmen “carmy” berzatto

→ swords and sunshine ⚔️☀️ || sunny/sanzō

→ espionage amongst the stars 💫✨ || cassian andor

→ the howling wolf 🌒🐺 || jack russell

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂

[note: things can be added and changed whenever i feel like it] 

[supernovabyte]

NO THEY CAN’T TAKE AWAY MY CHILDHOOD LIKE THIS

[batfleshh]

Hear me out (please)

Price fucking dog hybrid reader against a wall in his office, ignoring the fact that reader is being loud, and some member of tf141 walking in concerned by the noises

Also do you think price would share the reader with others?

Sharing is caring

Price X M!DH!Reader X Gaz

Warnings: MORE DH SHIT CUZ I LOVE FEEDING YALL THIS, DUBBLE PENETRATION 🫡, idk how this position works, getting walked in on, getting bent over a desk bc yer, f slur sandwich, Yall rockin with the Gaz collab??, blowjobs, hair pulling, a single spank, unprotected sex, they cum in u, spit as lube, puppy is said a few times, workplace sex??, no established relationship, idk man gay sex, RAAAHHH, not proofread homies

★ “Little quieter, boy. Gonna get us caught.”

★ That’s usually what the captain would mumble into your ear when you’re both messing around in his office. You whine and whimper as his cock rushes in and out of you, hand covering your mouth as you try to muffle yourself. Usually you’re farther away from the door of his office, bent over his desk or in his lap while he’s inside of you. You felt almost safer this way, your nerves calm as you don’t have to worry about anyone barging in without warning, knowing the recruits have common sense to knock. But this time, he wanted to try something a little different.

★ The captain was feeling dangerous today. Earlier that day, he made some flirtatious comment to you during a small meeting you and some other recruits were having with him. It caught you off guard, so off guard that your ears perked up at it immediately. You cleared your throat and attempted to brush past it, mumbling some sort of reply to Price as he chuckled. You stared at him as he continued to talk, his eyes glancing back at you every once in a while. You fussed about it to him after, only earning more chuckles and much more teasing about it. He gave you a small pat on your head and carried on with his day, leaving you standing there as you glared at him.

★ Later that day, you felt your emotions take a small toll on you, that usual feeling making you miss your captain. You waited around for a while to see if any recruit needed you, before moving quickly to slip into Prices office. When you peaked your face in the door, you saw both Gaz and Price having a conversation at his desk, stopping midway to glance over at who had walked in. You nodded in acknowledgment at Kyle, who gave you a small wave back. You looked over at the captain who gave you a knowing look, already aware of what you had come in for. You waited patiently outside as they finished up their meeting, slipping past Gaz as he left the office.

★ You gently close the door behind you and turn towards John, a small smile on his face as he coaxes you towards him. You make your way over to his desk, immediately attaching yourself to him and hurriedly placing messy kisses to his neck. He mumbles something about you being impatient, but it goes in one ear and out the other. He smirks as he feels you start to tug on his uniform. You begin to whine, feeling him pull you closer and allowing you to take what you want. It didn’t take long before he had you up against a wall, hoisting your legs up around his waist. His hand traveled down to hurriedly free his cock, not taking long after to start sloppily prepping you for it. Soft moans leave your lips as he presses his own against yours, your noises beginning to heighten in volume as his actions continued.

★ Price takes notice of how you attempt to cover your mouth, trying your best to keep you both from getting caught, or anyone hearing you. But your captain was bold, dangerous even. A small smirk crosses his face, moving to grab at your hand gently before snatching up both of your wrists, holding this down in an attempt to keep you from silencing yourself. You try to say something to him about it, only for the sentence to be broken apart as it leaves your lips at the feeling of him picking up his speed. You’re aware you’re being louder than what you’re used to, knowing the walls of his office aren’t that thick. He coos at your reaction to this new territory, wanting to see where this would lead, only if something interesting would happen of course.

★ “You wouldn’t mind getting caught, huh, puppy?,” he teases, his tone making you want to hide away with your face in his neck. Usually he wasn’t this persistent on something like that, but who knows, that’s just what some men are like. It felt like your brain had melted, only nodding along to his words. Any unsuspecting person walking by would assume the only logical reason for those noises, but most are far more curious than others. Gaz decided he could probably drop back in later to ask the captain another question about what they were discussing, but something threw him off. Once he approached Prices office door, he heard something odd. He wasn’t unfamiliar with those kind of noises, but damn, at work?? He would’ve assumed himself crazy, assuming it was some dumb recruits getting it on in their poor captains office! He rolls his eyes as he pushes open the door, getting ready to throw out every order in the book before realizing what was happening in front of him.

★ Price and him make direct eye contact, the captain not stopping, or even slowing, the thrust of his hips. Kyle stands there stunned like a deer in headlights, stuttering out incoherent words. He nearly slams the door shut, but he’s unable to do so as he still looks on, almost mesmerized as you release onto yourself, noises of pleasure still escaping you. The captain smirks and looks back and forth between both you and Gaz, an almost inviting look in his eyes. Kyle quickly shuffles into the room awkwardly, his hands gesturing to words that won’t seem to leave his mouth just yet. He points at you, and back to the captain, and then thinks for a second. Price chuckles and rolls his eyes, fake annoyance present in both actions. “Well, you gonna stand there and look dumb, or are ya gonna come join us, sergeant?,” Price teases, his movements finally slowing down as you finally acknowledge Gazs presence, almost too blissed out to be embarrassed about it.

★ Well damn, what did he have to lose? So as expected, he quickly double checks outside the captains office once more, before moving swiftly near you both. Price slows his thrusts even more, watching intently as Gaz examines what he wants to do. He looks up at Price, searching for some kind of permission as you are moved off of the wall slightly, Kyle slipping in behind you. Your tail begins to sway excitedly as you begin to imagine what’s about to come next, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you look between both of the men. You feel like you’re in a dream, the fact this is an actual experience is making your head even more cloudy. As expected, Gaz pulls out his cock, giving it a few strokes after spitting into his hand. He moves to place his head onto your shoulder, pushing his cock in alongside the captains. The feeling makes you want to scream, feeling full and desperate at the same time.

★ They both begin to move in and out of you, creating a smooth rhythm that sends you over the edge again, huffing and moaning as another orgasm is pulled from you. Gaz has his hands planted on you, attempting to have a secure hold on you as the captain does the same. Both men set a brutal pace, tears welling in your eyes as you bite at your lip, it almost being too much for poor you. You’re bit on the neck and shoulder by both men as they both release into you, one after the other. They stop to rest after a bit, your legs trembling as they pull out of you. You whine at the loss, still wanting more. Price mumbles a few words to the sergeant before you’re moved over to the captains desk, being bent over across it as your stomach rests on it. You let out a noise of confusion as you look around a bit, only for Price to move in front of you. He gently caresses your head before you feel a pair of hands behind you.

★ You don’t have time to react as you feel Gaz plunge his cock into you, a noise of surprise and pleasure rushing from your lips as your hands grab at nothing on the desk. “Such a good puppy for us, love. Fuck.”, you hear the sergeant grunt out as he enters you. Tears form in your eyes again as Kyle immediately starts off with a rough pace, looking up at Price with a pouty lip and tucked down ears. He reaches his hand down to gently pet at your head, his other hand stroking at his cock as he moves closer to the desk. You already know what’s coming, opening your mouth obediently before you’re even told what to do. The older man chuckles as he grabs ahold of your hair roughly, shoving his cock into your mouth. Drool leaks from around his dick as you gag, feeling Gaz give you a light smack on your ass. Your tail swishes around, happier than ever to be getting treated like this. You’re aware of how gentle they’ll be when they’re done with you, but a small part of you wishes this could go on forever.

★ So yes, I do think Price is a kind man who likes to share <3

★ ~ tags: @rodolfoparras

GOD IM TIRED enjoy this gn

[eiightysixbaby]

when the van’s a-rockin’…

jonathan byers x fem!reader

1.9k

when jonathan’s car is in the shop, argyle lets him borrow his van for a date night with you. fun ensues ;)

18+ only! unprotected piv, creampie, oral (f receiving), cum eating, hickeys, jonathan spanks you one singular time

Jonathan’s car being in the shop for a week wasn’t all bad.

Sure, you felt a little silly when he picked you up for your date night in Argyle’s bright yellow Surfer Boy Pizza van, but it was better than not having a date night at all. And sure, you felt wildly out of place pulling up to the nice restaurant of choice in that, but who really cares what anyone else thinks, anyways? And yes, okay, there was something on the back of it that wouldn’t stop rattling as you drove down the California streets, but… Jonathan’s car had been far worse before he took it in to get looked at.

So really, what could you complain about?

Right now, you’re seriously reconsidering ever even being apprehensive, because really you should be grateful. Grateful that Argyle was kind enough to bless you with means of transport. With a large vehicle like this one comes a vast empty space behind the two seats up front. And what a shame it would be to let all that space go to waste. You certainly weren’t going to allow that to happen.

Parked off of some dirt road, Jonathan lays on the pile of blankets covering the floor of the van, naked from the waist down. His white t-shirt rides up on his tummy, exposing the trail of hair that extends beneath his belly button. His button-up is undone, the patterned fabric splayed out at his sides as his hands take a firm hold on your hips.

The tail end of what had been a perfectly-rolled joint sits neglected in the cup holder, the windows just a little bit foggy from the smoking sesh he’d partaken in shortly before.

Fully seated on his glorious seven inches, you let your hips roll slowly. You can feel him pressing deep within you, hitting different spots as the angle changes with your movements. Fed up with your pace, he lifts your weight as he starts to bounce you on him, encouraging you to move faster. You take the hint, take it gladly, letting yourself rise and fall on his cock more quickly.

The sound of your skin colliding with his creates a rhythmic slapping, loud enough to make you shy away if only he didn’t feel so damn good.

“Fuck, baby—” Jonathan curses, lifting his head just slightly to shake his bangs out of his eyes.

You simply hum a noise of approval in response, continuing your quick bouncing movements. One of his hands reaches around to squeeze the doughy flesh of your ass, only to let go and deliver a swift smack to the area right after. You moan, a short and staccato’d sound, always loving when he gets a little rough with you.

The contours of Jonathan’s face are highlighted with the glow from the setting west coast sun, and you can’t see it but wow; the light is making you look divine, too, where you’re perched on top of him. Pleased noises crawl their way out of your throat as he bucks his hips harder up into your wet heat, and he thinks he’d like to record those sounds and play them back on a cassette tape over and over. The soundtrack to his fucking life.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks you sweetly, with just a hint of cockiness shining through. It’s not often he isn’t bashful and humble, but he’s not ignorant to when he’s making you feel phenomenal.

“Yeah,” you sigh, squeaking slightly when the pad of his right thumb circles over your clit. “So good, Jon. Always so good.”

You can feel the slide of his cock, warm and heavy as it pushes in and pulls back out. It almost feels like everything’s happening in slow motion, your senses heightened, feeling every bit of him. You’re lost in the bliss, your bouncing slowing to a halt in your hazy headspace, leaving him to do all of the work.

A particularly harsh thrust from him sends you plummeting back to earth, a hot exhale leaving your lips as his cock shoves the air from your lungs. He might as well be in your guts, making a home for himself there. You’d let him stay forever, that’s for certain.

He doesn’t mind doing the work for you, his left hand gripping you tight while he continues to tease your clit with the other. The van teeters with the force of his movements; any potential onlooker would definitely piece together what’s happening inside in approximately 2 seconds. The windows only get foggier, the humidity in the vehicle rising from your shared body heat and huffed breaths.

He pants, grunts leaving his mouth as he fucks into you faster, faster, faster. You hold desperately onto his sides, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt as he jostles you with each buck of his hips.

“Shit—” he whimpers, pinching his eyes shut for a brief moment as his head tips further back, chin raised to the ceiling. “You’re so fucking tight, squeezing me so good,” he says, voice strangled as it leaves him.

It’s truly taking everything in him not to blow his load this second, wanting you to finish first, always.

You’re absolutely soaked; if you couldn’t feel it you can certainly hear it. The slippery, sloppy sounds that create a symphony as they bounce off of the metal walls. It’s making his movements so easy, so smooth, your cream completely coating his cock. You watch in awe as his brows wrinkle together, cursing loudly, his eyes filled with sheer desire as he keeps them steady on you.

You can’t help yourself; leaning down to let your mouth latch onto his neck. Kissing the soft spot that you know drives him crazy before the kiss turns into more of a bitey thing, sucking a red bruise into his skin.

He whines, breathing heavy. “Fuuuuuck,” he groans, his thrusts growing sloppier.

Fingers hooking under the collar of his shirt, you tug it down to expose more of his skin to you, using it as your canvas. You leave more marks, purple and red and passionate, littered in various places.

“Baby, shit, I’m not gonna fucking last,” he rasps urgently; a final warning.

Lucky for him, he brings you to your peak with perfect timing, his finger on your clit working a steady pace until the coil in your stomach snaps.

“Jonathan!” you moan, louder than you’d intended, nearly a scream for him as you come completely undone on his cock. You feel him hold out for a few more quick thrusts before he’s spilling all he has for you; filling you with warm, thick spurts of his cum.

Your chest heaves as you take steadying breaths, coming down from your high in unison with him. His hair sticks slightly to his forehead with a thin layer of sweat, and you can feel moisture on your own skin beneath your shirt. His hand cups your face, encouraging you to lean down, into his eager mouth that kisses you with fervor. He pulls away, brushing hair out of your face before pressing his lips to your forehead.

Pulling off of him, you wince, feeling the sticky wet mixture of your arousal and his drip down your inner thighs. You glance down, looking at the mess you’d made of Jonathan’s now softening cock.

“Fuck…” he mutters, eyes glazed over as he watches his cum drip from you. “Come here, I need to taste you,” he nearly whines, grabbing hold of your waist and encouraging you upwards.

Desperate hands grip your thighs that straddle his head, his pupils dilated as he gets an up-close view of your wrecked cunt. Before you can say a word, he’s diving in to get a taste, mouth eagerly lapping up the mess you’d both contributed to.

“Jon— oh,” you breathe, gripping onto the seat in front of you to keep yourself stable.

You can feel his tongue swiping up into your wet walls, filthy noises coming from the way he absolutely devours you. His nose brushes against your clit, nudging it with just enough friction to drive you up the wall. His usually gentle fingers press so hard into the meat of your thighs you wouldn’t be surprised if they bruised, keeping you locked in place right where he needs you.

The way his tongue roams eagerly resembles a man consuming his first meal in days. Eating you out like a man completely starved, licking at your folds like he’d never get a taste again. His eyes are closed, focused solely on the flavor between your thighs — the saltiness of him and the sweetness of you combining into one.

He comes up briefly for air, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “I’m gonna cum inside you more often,” he declares — promises, really. “Cause I like cleaning up my messes,” he says, honey eyes looking all-too-innocently up into your own as he resumes his meal.

“Christ, Jonathan, you can’t just say things like that,” you insist, but your voice comes out breathy and holds no hint of a scolding tone. You hope he holds true to his statement, because you’d let him do this any time he wanted.

Your eyes squeeze shut, legs trembling as you keep yourself propped up on them. His soft lips suck on your clit, the lewd noises of the action sending you closer and closer to your second orgasm of the evening.

“Don’t — don’t fucking stop,” you choke out as his tongue flits rapidly over the sensitive bud. He shakes his head back and forth, nearly rabid the way he pleases you.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he mumbles into your core, resuming the work of his tongue as soon as the words are out.

You’ve gotta be absolutely drenching his face; surely he must be covered in the slippery wet mess that leaks from you, and the thought of it makes your skin flush hot. You’re teetering right on the edge of release, beginning to grind your hips down against his mouth in complete and shameless greed.

He can hear the way your moans get breathier, higher in pitch, and he knows you’re about to finish.

“Cum for me, baby,” he urges, muffled by your pussy, sucking on your clit once more before you’re tipping over your edge.

Your whole body shakes above him; taking loud, gasping breaths as his tongue works you through the pleasure. He’s groaning into your core, kissing and licking and sucking everywhere his mouth can reach. It’s downright filthy, nasty, scandalous the way he can’t get enough.

Before long it becomes overwhelming, your body too sensitive, and you start to squirm in his grip before he lets you go. His eyes watch you, entranced with you as he quickly hikes his boxers back up his legs, concealing his cock that’s hard once again. You move to sit beside him, letting him pull you down for a messy kiss that’s all tongue and lips mouthing at one another. Tasting yourself on him makes your head spin, your tongue exploring his mouth to get more of it.

Finally pulling away, his hand cradles the back of your head as your foreheads rest against each other.

“Hey, Jon?” you say, pulling back enough to fully look at him.

“Yeah?” he asks, smiling softly at you as he wipes his face clean.

“Make sure to really thank Argyle for letting us borrow his van.”

He laughs, breathy and boyish before he starts to lean in for another kiss. “I will.”

[lex-n-weegie]

👏✨😘 for all romantics participating!!

(I got FNAF on the mind rn sooo Bonnie and Monty lol)

👏 - What’s your favorite habit of (Y/N)’s?

🐇: Organizing. Hazel doesn't have OCD or anything, at least to my knowledge, but she enjoys organizing things. She's actually come by and organized the bowling balls with me, it's nice.

🐊: She tends to always be doing something with her hands. Messing with a paintbrush, rubbing her thumb over something soft, they're always doing something. It's cute honestly, she's got me doing it too now.

✨ - What’s one of (Y/N)’s talents that you’ve noticed?

🐇: First time I met her actually is when she was fixing up something in Rockstar Row. What she was fixing I've forgot, but the point is that she's very knowledgeable on how to fix things. It almost doesn't matter what, ovens to pillars to her own friends, she always knows how to fix something. Pretty sure it's because of her old programming.

🐊: She's surprisingly good at the arcade machines. I found out when I dared her to beat my score in the Gator Golf arcade game and she did it first try. Her smile while playing is cute, they get really happy when they're doing well.

😘 - How often do you like to smooch them?

🐇: Oh I smooch them a LOT. Her flustered squeaks are music to my big floppy ears. We don't get to see each other a lot during the day, so I gotta make up for it somehow.

🐊: Oh you bet I'm kissing them a lot. I'm lucky enough to where I get to hang out with her during certain parts of the day, it's great to not only make her blush, but also gross out all the kids with the "mushy stuff." It's hilarious.

[sweetlovingfictionals]

Show Me How Loud (Monty x Mika) MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY.

“C’mon, Sweetheart. I wanna hear ya more.”

His voice leaned into their lips, his tongue teasing at the pink surface of their mouth. They finally had tonight to just to themselves. No parties. No interruptions. No events. Just them. It would be at least another few days tk a week before another huge party where Monty would have to be away from Mika and he HATED how much Mika is away. He just wanted them to himself. He a greedy bastard and he won’t be afraid to admit that. And Mika knew he loved the attention too. A chuff.

“Mmm… Montyyyy… I can’t be th-that loud, Roxy or Chica might hear us..” a roll of the eyes with Monty’s thumb pressed further into their neck making them gasp at a sensitive point of their skin. This clearly didn’t deter Monty.

“Mmmm, lettem. I wanna have them hear you beg for me, baby.” He would respond to Mika with a lustful purr. His mouth closed the gap between them.

Mika’s legs spread apart against Monty’s hips, muffled moaned and wincing from the tightening of choking from Monty. Of course, like any other animatronic; he had a installed medical diagnostic which meant Monty knows EXACTLY where to grip Mika with his palm where the choking had gained access to more of their pretty little mouth that’s holding onto Monty’s back clutching at him. Desire swirling their tongues back and forth together. How much Mika’s been needing this moment now. To have them violated all over and NEEDING THIS. as much as he didn’t want the whole Rockstar Row to hear them fucking, it didn’t matter now as Monty had fully embraced the mood he’s in and he’s going to take this chance.

“Sit pretty, darlin’.” Monty would lightly command where he began to unbuckle at his rockstar pants letting way for the easy drop of the fabric to the floor where a good size awaited Mika. Courtesy of being inbuilt for Mika. And no one was ever the wiser believing that the pants were just attached automatically to him without needing to mess with the screws in the back where the belt used to be. A completely naked Monty Gator awaited the human before him, licking his chops in delight. “I know you like lookin’ at me, baby. S’nice an’ all… but I think we both know what you want.” Monty spoke returning Mika back to where they belonged. Under him.

His length pressing nice and steady frothing between his legs, stifling moans as he’s holding his mouth trying not to have Chica in the next room over hear Mika being fucked and teased. Monty chuckled.

“Now now, baby. What did I say about bein’ quiet?” Monty pulled Mika against his crotch where in a instant his own hands were pressing against the jeans. “Naughty, naughty..” in that moment, a rough pull downwards of their pants is noted.

“Monty!” Mika exclaimed where their hands are pinned against the couch. “Aaahn, y-you don’t gotta be so r-rough.” He whined in protest. But, monty knew better. A click of his tongue.

“You know well as I do, Punkin. I love bein’ rough.” With that his dick would press up against the human’s lips. It’s sweat stained musk produced against his nostrils and it felt FANTASTIC. To have Monty rubbed all over him and scent covered in him. Not like animatronics needed bathing anyway, but still. And willingly, would Mika allow for the size to enter but for a good nice easy stretching. A grunted Moan left his lips.

“Fuccckkk, Mika. Forgot how lovin’ you feel.” He would ease in and out of their throat. Wincing to adjust at the size. Muffled moans and slurping at his cock easily produced a even more faster pace. “An’ I forgot how much you love me bein’ in you. Such a lil’ whore for me, aintcha?” It’s strange to hear a animatronic being able to sound so human like this, a dirty and playful animatronic. Mika’s hands pressed up against the scaly yet smooth thighs of Monty to stabilize themself. Saliva covering the main part of his dick from the tip to the mid ridge. Monty is being nice right now. He used to mostly shove it all in, but he supposed he wanted to edge himself tonight. Tears well up from the stimulation all happening at once whilst being skullfucked like this. Held down by Monty’s thighs where he could escape or squirm. He wanted Mika to take everything right now.

Tongue letting loose at this point as huffing and grunting of sex escaped both of them. Nothing is being held down right now. And least of all, Monty didn’t want them to go all soft on him now. He loved his boyfriend to death, but Mika is starting to make this enjoyable, it’s just a process. Quiet… to louder. To let their shyness and nervousness go and once that happened, it became better. Monty’s eyes kept on those eyes and their facial expressions they’re making. It’s just making Monty all the more lustful.

“Yeah, thats it baby. Let loose for daddy~.” He would purr out giving a good ass smack for good measure lifting a pained whine vibrate Monty’s dick further. “Lovin’ how you feel. Gonna make me cum in ya soon, little man~!” He would exclaim holding Mika’s skull in both of his hands, hitting the back of their throat easily at this point, and all Mika could do was let their limp body relax the muscles of their throat to let as much of Monty into them as much as he could. Gulps… Gags.. slurps. Oh, the whole lewd nine yards~. Monty’a hands gripped tighter onto their skull and any more further would certainly crush Mika. Sometimes Monty forgets his own strength.

“Fuck me, Mika!” He would shout out where a burst of spunk would hit against their throat making them muffle louder and louder, holding their head tight so they didn’t let a single damn drop out. “Ssshitt! You best not miss a drop, pretty thing! Been waitin’ on this for a good while!” Monty exclaimed, his eyes staring down at this messy scene of Mika. How pretty he looked. “Mmmoh, good fuckin’ boy. Lookin’ so messy for me~. Jus’ the way I like it~.” He would let Mika FINALLY breath where coughs heavy and panting of air most needed escaped them where his body fell over to the side of the couch trying to get a moment. Monty kneeled down and would pet at their head. “You did good for me, darlin’. But we ain’ done yet.”

Mika smiled softly at this were he wiped at the tears flowing from their face watering. “Aaaah.. mmm.. Mm..I - I figured not, hun..” he would stabilize himself and sit up with their back against the couch now. “C’mere.. I want you to taste this.” Though without warning, Mika would press their lips back up against Monty’s still holding a good amount of the Gator’s cum in their pretty mouth where both exchanged muffled purrs of delight. Tongues swirling and exchanging. “Like that? Thought you’d want a taste~.” Monty grinned.

“You’re a naughty thing. I love it. Just makes me want you more now, pretty thing. Cause now I’m REALLY wanting this.” With that, Monty picked Mika up by their hips and swirled them around with Monty on the couch now and Mika sitting onto his lap. Their size difference clear in their dicks. Both still nice and rock hard~. “Mmmph, Monty I need you so much.” A tut of the tongue from Monty.

“That’s nah mah name right now, is it baby? Cmon… I want you to say it for me~.” Mika’s flustered face clearly told that last lingered of shyness.

“Montyyyy.. cmon..” he sometimes felt really weird about saying it when he knew he had the certain kink. A purr of knowing from Monty.

“Ah. Ah.. ahh… not my name, sweetheart. Try again.~” He’s not going to let this go. Monty wanted to hear it. Mika whined in reply.

“I.. nnn.. i nee-need you a lot right now, d-daddy.. please..!” Monty chuckled at this where another good as smack escaped another pained whimper. “That’s a good boy, baby. You know you love this~.”

Mika chuckled sheepishly. “I.. I know I do, mon.. daddy.. I always love moments like this with you.” Mika smiled back down at Monty where a suddenly lift of their body to poke the entrance of Monty’s girth against Mika’s pink hole. “Aaahn! Daddy wait! Aaah!”

Monty clasped his hand around their throat to silence them. “No more talk, baby. I wanna hear ya sing fer me.” Sliding down carefully would a unrestrained and what Monty wanted- a rather loud moan escaped him as a sizeable shape pressed against their tummy where more and more would they slide down onto Monty’s dick. A starting pace thankfully since Mika is playing nice which usually they did, but sometimes Monty had to get his point across. Slow steady and easy going for now. Slide up and down with another free hand and nails marking their asscheek to control them and their movement.

“Nnnph, damn we need to do this more…! You’re tight as fuck, aaagh~!” He exclaimed starting to pick up speed now that Mika is a LITTTLE more adjusted as they waited a couple minutes before starting again. Those cute tears of theirs. Pained. But pleasured. Mika loving being manhandled by Monty like this. Apart of what they needed right now. Pleasure and desire. Both of needing this. Monty must’ve been pent up as hell. And truthfully, mika needed a good fucking every now and then. “Sing pretty thing! Let the world know whose got yer ass tonight!” Monty rubbed the spot of Mika’s red asscheek and gave another one, the smack echoing against the room. A cry.

“Aaahn! Daddy! Please! Aaahn! aahn!” Their voice so damned feminine like the good whore they’re being for Monty~. Their bouncing increasing with mika now having a bit of control with Monty being pleased with how things are going would allow for Mika’s hands to grip Monty’s shoulders tightly, pressing their temple against the pads where it had been strangely styrofoam of sorts. “Daddddy! Aaan! You’re so fucking big!” Monty chuckled. “

“Only for you, pretty thing! Only you get this dick!” He’d exclaim back between grunts.kicks and whirs of bolts and steam exploded from between his legs where the musk and scent seeming to rise to exponential levels. Mika’s aaa felt like it were on fire. Maybe for future used, Mika SHOULD buy a toy for themself so they COULD practice because this is INSANE. Mika could feel themselves twitching. He’s so damned close too. It takes a GOOD amount for them to release and shit, this is becoming a lot. Mika would begin to press kisses against Monty’s neck to play with his sensitive sections of his body where the wires felt most vulnerable. And Monty clild feel every bit of it.

“Aahn, shit, milkin’ me off good! This rate I ain’ gonna last long. Ready for daddy, little man?! Cause I ain’ holdin’ back no more!” With precise precision of speed, would both let things go. Mika couldn’t think straight at this point. He’s seeing stars and little floating bits here and there. His humping would slam into Mika’s hole here and there where balls clapped against skin and left welts there. Mika would feel themselves so undeniably close at this point. He’s so close! Mika would pull back from the neck kissing and loud whining.

“Daddy! I’m gonna come!” He cried out where Monty could feel his own sensors pick up his closeness too.

“Yeah, me too darling! Here we go!” He would moan and gasped out heavily where a good surge of cum would press against their hole and inside covering it a pretty Greyish white with the fluid that Mika could find easily off of the store. Both locking lips with Monty forcing the kiss at this point to silence Mika now as their own voice quivered and whined with their own orgasm hitting against Monty’s stomach, slinging a more natural white to the green and yellowish paint job where a exhausted Mika would rest their head against Monty’s shoulder. Huffing and panting where the adrenaline rush seemed to still be there. Their body quaking and shivering from the ecstasy of this. Monty would exhale his own set of panting too. Monty have not been human. But did he feel so UTTERLY CLOSE to the real thing. And honestly? Mika preferred this over humans.

“Mmmph, you.. you did so Amazin’ darlin.. gotta say I missed us like this.” Mika giggled.

“You don’t say? My ass hurts.” He teases with a more softer pat of Mika’s ass from Monty. “Ah know, pumpkin. I know. Don’tcha worry. Daddy’s gonna take care of ya now. But uh… should probably clean up before someone notices.” Monty advised with Mika very slowly sliding themselves off of his dick with a wet pop and a pained grunt easily falling over onto the side of the couch next to Monty still naked.

“Mmmph… just.. let me have a moment.. I will.. sides I’d hate to have to explain a stain on you..” he teases nudging him with his foot. “Love you, Monty… I really do.” Monty would slide on top of Mika where his naked body also relax onto them making sure not to press his entire weight. “Love you too, babe. Sorry if I went too harsh on ya.” Mika shook their head. “It’s okay, Monty. I don’t want you feel as though you have to hold back for me. If this is what you want then… it’s okay.” Monty smiled softly and would hold their face close to his own. “I’m lucky to have ya, Mika. Really.”

[satoruoo]

VIA VIA VIA HEAR ME OUT. secret santa b they get u and accidentally spill it / the big reveal…

(NOT SO) SECRET SANTA - aki hayawaka

summary: despite aki's best efforts to keep your gift a secret, his (stupid) roommates somehow manage to spoil the surprise.

genre: fluff, non-devil au, everyone is happy, crack

warnings: swearing, denji, f!reader, suggestive

notes: hope u like it babe !! this is my apology for the recent aki slander 😈🔥

now playing: rockin' around the christmas tree - brenda lee

"for the millionth time, do not tell [name] i got her, understood?"

denji and power sit crossed-legged on the floor, looking only half interested in what aki is saying. they're dressed in christmas gear from head to toe, heads swaying slightly to the christmas music coming from the record player.

power looks awfully happy with the pair of antlers that denji unwillingly brought her from the store after she threatened to throw a fit in the middle of the aisle. they're decorated with little bells, and every time she nods her head, aki can visibly tell how delighted she is from the jingles that they make. she now refuses to take them off.

denji's gone for a more traditional approach, sporting a santa hat with a light up pom pom at the end.

(the hat also says "ho! ho! ho!" if the button on the left is pressed, but denji had overused it so much that aki cut it open and took out the speaker. he then burnt the speaker. denji was told told it must have broken.)

"duh, i ain’t a snitch!" denji claims, saluting his roommate with a shit-eating grin. he would snitch, aki is fully aware of that. bribe him with a lollipop or a tit squeeze? done deal.

"why are we not allowed to tell her?" power asks, fiddling with rudolph's nose on her christmas jumper.

aki audibly groans, fingers working at his temples in exasperation. "because, it’s a secret santa. we aren’t supposed to tell anyone who we got."

power's face twists in mild disgust, "what is the point of that?! just give me my present now!"

aki rolls his eyes, raking his fingers through his dark hair, "because it builds the suspense, power. do you want to have all your gifts now and have none on christmas day?"

she seems to quieten at that, closing her eyes as she mulls over his words. after three agonizing seconds of her silence and aki wondering whether it'd be easier to just throw himself out of the nearest window, power pouts and nods.

denji dramatically sighs before aki can say anything further, slapping her twice on the back in an attempt to comfort her, "i feel ya, powey."

the girl mirrors the sigh, slumping against denji as she flips aki off with a scowl.

"you should thank me, human! i will not go and tell [name] that you have her!" she declares smugly, resting her body weight on the male next to her.

aki vaguely hears "ow, fuck! power, y’re crushin’ me! how the fuck are ya so heavy?!" and a loud slap that probably came from power as he walks away.

• . ✿ ° × . *.

aki really does try his hardest to keep the secret.

he finds himself slapping a hand over denji's mouth when he almost lets it spill, and shoving a piece of food into power's when the topic of the secret santa comes up.

it's only halfway through december. he doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up. he can tell you're starting to pick up on something fishy and it's beginning to stress him out.

"and so aki has-"

"what are you doing?"

power freezes up at the sound of aki's voice, head lifting from your lap as she scrambles to defend herself.

"nothing!" she says a pitch higher than usual.

your eyes narrow at aki who sends a subtle glare in power's direction before taking a seat beside you on the couch. you're immediately taking his hand in yours, rubbing the pad of your thumb over his knuckles to soothe his anger.

the man melts so quickly that it should be embarrassing, shoulders relaxing with a simple touch.

"she was telling me about secret santa," you fill in gently, "something about who everyone has."

power wishes she was dead.

the glare that aki gives her makes certain that she'll be banned from chocolates for at least a week. that's practically the same as death.

"was she now?" aki asks, an angry rumble in his throat.

the girl is looking at anything but his face; when had the wall become so interesting? look at that, is that a new vase? what are denji's pornos doing on the floor-

"why don't you tell both of us, power?"

before anything else can be said, she shoots up from her spot on the couch sweating bullets.

"meowy needs to shit!" is all she says before leaving the room at hurricane speeds. (if only she were that quick to close her mouth.)

you smile, turning to look at your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.

"so?" you question, idly threading your fingers through his.

"so, what?" aki responds.

he can tell from the way a small laugh escapes those pretty lips that playing dumb isn't going to work.

"nothing, just a bad day." he tries, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"you're snapping at power because of a 'bad day'?" you state, scepticism evident in your tone. "righhhht."

aki chuckles into your flesh, placing a chaste kiss there before pulling away. "yeah, that's all."

you press a kiss to his lips, tongue swiping over his. "sure, okay. i'll let you have this one, handsome."

the edges of his mouth tip up at the nickname and silent relief fills his veins at the clarification that you won't push the matter.

"thanks, love."

• . ✿ ° × . *.

aki swears on his life that he tries his hardest to keep the secret.

it's just that denji and power are not good secret keepers. they're a pair of loudmouths who are easily bribed. if not for your presence to keep him sane, aki's sure he would have strangled denji and confiscated power's antlers. actually, he's sure that if the gift he'd gotten you wasn't so important, he'd have let his roommates tell you already.

"makima, c'monnnn! i licked the floor so ya owe me a tit squeeze!" denji whines in a kneeling position on the floor.

going out for christmas lunch with you, his two roommates and makima may be one of the best and worst decisions aki's ever made in his life.

power still has her antlers on with a scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, you had to persuade her to wear it, as she makes fun of her friend. there are still remnants of the snowball fight he was forced to engage in on her coat, and her nose is pink from the one denji threw in her face.

denji is as desperate as ever - shame didn't seem to find a place in his vocabulary. his purposefully broken santa hat is still finding a home atop his dirty blonde hair, though the pom pom looks like it's about to give up and fall off.

you on the other hand look ethereal in his eyes, a smile etched into your gorgeous features. with every small giggle that escapes your lips, aki feels his chest constrict almost painfully, heart thumping loudly within his ribcage.

you're still holding his hand; you have been for the past three hours.

"only if you tell me who aki has for secret santa, denji." makima answers, voice silky smooth.

it's meant as a joke 100%. everyone else in the room, even power, understood the joke. curse aki for forgetting denji's inability to read social cues.

"he has [name]!!"

on december 23rd, the day before christmas eve, denji tells makima who he has for secret santa in exchange for a tit squeeze. typical.

there's silence for a while. no one really knows what to say. all eyes are on the dark-haired male who genuinely seems to be in the middle of a breakdown.

denji's all frozen up and fully ready to make a run for it if needs be.

"i already know he has me, though." you say, confused.

comically, multiple heads whip towards you.

"...you do?" aki breathes, annoyance towards denji disappearing as fast as it came.

"well if you didn't already know, you suck at keeping secrets, honey. i've known for ages."

part of him feels relieved. if you already knew, then technically he didn't fuck up. technically, it didn't even count-

"it doesn't take a genius to figure it out, you know."

"for real, bro. i knew ya sucked ass like in general but not at lying as well-"

denji will be dead by morning.

BONUS:

"your secret santa gift was an engagement ring?" power asks, mortified.

"what a shitty gift!" denji pipes up, "it's not even edible- ow!"

you chuckle, fiddling with the ring that fits perfectly around your finger as aki smacks denji's arm.

"really? i think it's a wonderful gift." you muse, "it'll last way longer than food."

"so what?! food stays in your tummy forever!" power argues with her hand pointing at her stomach.

"no the fuck it doesn't! ya shit it out, duh!"

their bickering falls upon deaf ears as aki steals a sneaky kiss from you.

"merry christmas, [name]. i hope we'll spend many more together." his cheeks are definitely not dusted pink as he says that. not at all.

[teataglia]

pairing: akaashi x f!reader

wc: 1k

warnings: smut, body worship, praise, marking, hickeys, soft dom!akaashi, nipple play, lingerie, insecure reader

kinktober masterlist !

The temperature in the bedroom seems to rise as you feel Akaashi’s eyes sweep over your almost naked form. Your arms hug your body, one crossed over your chest, the other circling your waist, in an attempt to cover as much exposed skin as possible. Your cheeks burn as you try to look anywhere but at Akaashi’s apparent bulge. You knew what you were signing up for when you donned the skimpy red two piece lingerie set. It was Halloween season and your friends came up with the bright idea of “jumpscaring” Akaashi with “your rockin’ hot bod” that would surely “scare him half to death.” You thought it was a funny idea at the time. Now you’re just embarrassed. 

“Tada,” you mutter halfheartedly, berating yourself mentally for even going through with such a foolish plan. The plan that went too perfectly, with you waiting for him to come home from work in the dark bedroom that you share, with nothing on but the thin pieces of fabric that you feel digging into your skin in all the wrong places. 

A beat passes and Akaashi says nothing, remaining in the doorway. You believe he’s not pleased with the display. 

“I’m sorry, this is stupid, I’ll change. Let’s just watch a movie or something,” you grumble, beginning to turn around to look for a shirt before you feel Akaashi’s arms envelop you in a hug. The embrace is so soft, you melt right into his touch, completely forgetting you’re mostly unclothed. He nuzzles into your neck, taking a deep inhale of your familiar and comforting smell.

“No, love, you look stunning, don’t change.” Akaashi hums against your heated skin. “Your beauty took the words right out of my mouth, but please… stay like this.”

He sounded shy, bashful almost. It’s moments like these where you know he is most vulnerable, when he can never deceive you. 

Akaashi groans as you shift in his hold, providing much welcome friction when your bare thighs accidentally brush against the aching tent in his pants. His arms tighten around your back, pressing himself harder against the plush cushion of your thighs to feel some relief. He guides you to the bed, pushing you onto your back with little resistance. He cages you in against the cool sheets, two strong arms planted on either side of your head and a knee spreading your legs and resting lightly over your core. 

Your arms rest behind his head, fingers tangling in his hair. His lips hover over yours, the intensity of care for you burning bright through his hooded eyelids. 

A soft mewl leaves your throat as you try to shrink away from his gaze. His fingers quickly catch your chin, his grip is firm but his touch remains gentle. 

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” his voice holds hollow caution, a vague threat, but you don’t need much incentive to obey. His grip on your chin loosens and his thumb caresses your cheek, you nod and bat your eyelashes up at him, accepting his terms. 

“My good girl,” his eyes trail down your face, his thumb following suit, tracing the seam of your plump lips. His thumb tugs your bottom lip down lightly, successfully parting your lips. His gaze darkens when your tongue kittenlicks the pad of his thumb, his brows furrow and his knee presses incrementally harder against your slit. 

His eyes follow his thumb now as it travels south, tracing the straps of your bralette till he finds your pebbled bud through the thin lace. He rubs teasing circles over it, your saliva on his thumb seeping through the thin garment. You squirm under him as he continues his ministrations, now accompanied by his teeth on your neck, nibbling on the place he knows you’re most sensitive. 

Your fingers tug at his hair in a meek attempt to pull him off you. But the hand that isn’t busy teasing your breast collects your wrists and pins them above your head with ease, forcing your back to arch harder into his touch. 

“C’mon, dove,” he licks a messy stripe up the column of your throat all the way to your ear. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

You gasp, hips bucking against his knee as he bites down hard on the side of your neck, his fingers rolling your nipple through the lingerie. Pleas fall from your parted lips, begging him to touch, lick, fuck you. 

“Anything,” you whimper, “Please - just need to feel you in me!”

Akaashi pulls back slightly to admire his handiwork. Your eyes watery, cheeks tearstained, and lips puffy without him even having to take his cock out. 

“So eager, but you have to be patient, my love. Let me take care of you, show you how beautiful you are.” Akaashi kisses down your sternum, slotting his torso between your thighs, to reach the other breast that was lacking attention. He licked around the areola, sucking a hickey onto the underside, utterly cherishing every moment. 

“Whose perfect tits are these?” Akaashi kisses across the valley of your breasts to the other one, giving it the same treatment. 

“Yours,” you whisper breathlessly, eyes rolling up and your back arching. 

“Louder, dove,” Akaashi encourages, giving your bud a flick with his tongue. You didn’t sound fully convinced about who you belong to. “Who gets to come home every night to these pretty nipples, hmm?”

“Ah, fuck! You, ‘Kaashi, they’re all yours,” you cry after he teeths a bud, rutting your hips hard against him. “Please, baby, need to feel you.”

He kneels on the floor, pulling the backs of your thighs flush against his chest, his eyes honing in on the wet spot on your panties. “Not until we determine who owns every inch of you, pretty girl.” He licks his lips hungrily. “And I know just the place to start next.”

[dirugrey]

Toshiya (Dir en grey) - Rockin’ F vol.299 (2000)