#those clavicles...

[sysig]

For Requestober

Papyrus and Sans cozily hugging each other in soft clothes😭😭😭

(well this is literally first time I did this hope didn't do anything wrong)

Day 10 - Sleepy snoozey skeletons

[beheworthy]

[blueberry-ink-93]

electra in a suit. or soemthing

shes not blushing okay. or checking someone out. no sir. @cassentia

[waytray]

so i'm collecting images i want to use for oshikatsu (starting with s2 ep2 because i want to do ((at least)) one of viktor in the undercity wearing jayce's blanket) and although i'm not doing oshikatsu of this one, i had to take a screenshot (i started screaming) this is where jayce walks to get the blanket for him and viktor is saying how he doesn't feel cold. it's an amazing shot where we get to see what his sternocleidomastoids and clavicle look like!

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

[swordmaid]

i updated marina's tattoos so it's more pirate themed hehe

[peapod20001]

oo can we see their old designs?

Ya! :3

Ig they were more of like. A guide for new designs since they weren’t really fleshed out characters lmao

[pizzazz-party]

i actually really like drawing defined muscles. there’s something very soothing about gently mapping out the skeleton beneath, and clicking the flesh into the right place on top. plus, it’s a great way to add depth to a figure.

anyway. the problem with drawing muscles is that i keep getting told i’m making these drawings too sexy.

[cinnamonglaive]

had to cross my legs when Hailee Steinfeld had her moment in Sinners lollll

[ziigee]

So true...

they get it

[x]

[herboldie]

[tojisun]

the apple that rolled over to the tree

!! fluff; f!reader; parenthood!!; simon-centric hehe >:3 // divider by @/plutism!

there is a… kid attached to your hip when simon returns home from a mission, his exhausted body stumbling into the kitchen where he finds you and it.

“what—”

he can’t even fathom the emotion coursing through him at the moment, what with shock triumphing over everything. still, you’d probably need to give him credit for not losing his goddamn mind at seeing a whole child — he couldn’t have been more than two years old with how he’s only three apples tall — clinging to you like a baby koala.

“oh my god, you’re back!” you squeal, unfazed at how dumbfounded your fiance has become, before shuffling close to embrace him.

simon reciprocates the hug anyway.

you step back, your lips still wobbling in your tears as you stare up at him, all awed like you couldn’t believe that he was back and simon wishes he can press his promises to your lips because he will always find a way to come back, he swears on his life, but also—

the child.

“sweetheart?” he begins, soft as to not spook you or the kid. “who’s, uh, who’s that?”

the child shifts, turning his little face from where it was burrowed onto your neck at the sound of simon’s voice. he rests his head on your clavicle, smooshing his already chubby cheek, before the biggest brown eyes that simon’s ever seen stare up at him, all doe-eyed and jarringly innocent, and simon, he—

well, not even babysitting tommy’s kids prepared him for this.

“this is yasha,” you murmur, pulling simon’s attention back to you. “or yakov, or james if he would want an english name.”

the boy reacts to you calling his name, and simon watches as those curious eyes tip up at you in question. you swipe your finger over his nose, the little thing scrunching up at the ticklish feeling, and simon becomes breathless at seeing the unadulterated joy in your face.

it is all parts soft and tender, but also anxious and worried, and simon begins to puzzle out the pieces.

“he’s my foster child. or ours, i guess, now that you’re here.” your voice is so fragile as you reply to him, your hand now beginning to rub soothing nothings on the boy’s back. simon wonders if it’s more to calm yourself down than it is to comfort the boy.

your lips purse, hesitating, and simon waits because while he he’s pieced out what you want to ask, he knows that this is something you would want to truly talk to him about. it is something he knows you have mustered up the courage to bring up so he gives it to you, open and ready, and he hopes that his face and his gait show that whatever it is you would want to say, simon will always support you no matter what.

“si?” you begin, looking heart-wrenchingly small in your worry. “i think i wanna adopt him.”

simon hums, stepping close but also being careful not to crowd yasha, before he curls his arms around you two — his family — and nuzzles his face on your other shoulder. “i’d love that.”

he offers you a smile, and squeezes your arm in comfort, then he watches as the tears come, easily springing up from your eyes. yasha startles, whirling to look up at his mother in worry. simon’s throat constricts at the thought of you being a mother and him, a father; how, now, there is someone else for simon to come home to. someone to fight for.

jesus. he’d need to tell the lads and maybe get wasted as a celebration.

“owies?” yasha asks, chubby fist balling your shirt.

“they’re happy tears, sweetie pie,” you reply, crooning. “i’m just so, so happy.”

yasha hums, nodding, probably already distracted, and simon takes that time to straighten back up. he pushes your hair away from your face, before he pitches forward to press a kiss on your forehead.

yeah, he’s happy too.

.

yasha gets spoiled, not that simon’s complaining given that he’s been the one doing all the spoiling.

“really, si? a new toly?” you ask, arms crossed over your chest in your exasperation.

toly or anatoly, or tory because yasha still can’t speak properly, is the name that yasha gave to all of his new stuffed toys. it all started with a dog plush that simon bought from the supermarket on a whim and gave to the boy. it was laughably quick how yasha had abandoned his blocks to make grabby hands to the toy, before squealing out that name.

the next stuffed toy that yasha received, which was just the softest and roundest penguin plush toy that simon’s ever seen, was also named toly. so was that teddy bear you bought for him. or that reindeer he got for christmas. somehow, every single one had been named toly.

the only thing you and simon can find about toly was that anatoly means sunrise. simon was so sure it was the russian word for animal, because why else would yasha repeat it, but who would have thought that their little fish is so imaginative?

like, of course he’s going to name all of his toys toly because they are as warm as sunrises. see? smart kid.

but this one, this new toly, set off world records. it was a camel plush that simon saw at the airport when he was out, pretending to be a civilian.

(garrick had been assigned with him for that mission, and was quick to spot and mention simon’s on-duty purchase.

“it’s for my boy,” he grunted in reply, forgetting the fact that he’s yet to truly break the news to his squad. garrick had never looked as surprised, and next thing simon knew, the news made its way to their group chat.

price was amiable about the whole thing. mactavish? not so much.

he just about begged to see a picture of yasha — “and yer girl again, if you wouldn’t mind.” — or even visit him. then he invited garrick to come and price invited himself too, so now the guys are going to swing by some time soon.)

when simon gave it to yasha, their boy had stared at it for a solid minute — simon counted — before screaming and then running to snatch the toy from simon’s hold. he hugged the camel close to his person, his little head nuzzling against the plush face of the camel, all the while absolutely vibrating in unabashed excitement.

he picked up thundering footsteps and turned around just enough to see you literally slide into the room. yasha continued to hug the camel, ignorant of the distress he caused, while you looked on in your panic, buzzing with worry because you just heard your boy scream, damn it!

“he’s fine, bub,” simon said before you could ask, and he watched as you came down from your frenzy, your breathing slowing down at the rationalization that if simon was not panicked, then everything’s alright.

then, your eyes landed on the new stuff toy.

“really?” you asked.

in his defence, yasha adores camel-toly.

in your defence, yasha’s room is running out of space for his tolys.

…well, simon does have all that military money. gonna have to spend it on something else, right?

.

[charlie foxtrot]

sriley: link

john2: ????

sriley: new address.

garry: oh? congratulations.

sriley: thanks.

johnp: 👍

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yasha was shy when saying hi to price, then outright cried when he saw mactavish, which made simon bark out loud in laughter. yasha only stopped sniffling when he saw kyle. in no time, yasha absolutely adored garrick to the point that he would not even let him go.

dinner was prepared and while you called them all to eat, simon ambled out of the kitchen, where he had been helping you, and walked towards kyle and yasha to pick up his son and seat him on his high chair. but yasha had only looked at him, his head tilted in question, before ignoring simon and clinging onto kyle.

hell, he had even let go of camel-toly so that he could use two chubby fists to hold onto kyle. surprised, simon didn’t even know how to react and watched as his sergeant offered him an apologetic smile before carrying his son to the dining room. kyle rounded the table and sat yasha on his high chair, only, yasha made a scene when kyle did so, and he released a lungful of screams and cries, breaking everyone’s eardrums and their hearts.

kyle stood there, worried and confused, and hovered because he did not know what to do. hell, none of them did, and then you walked out of the kitchen, rushing to yasha, and hummed songs to comfort your son.

you crooned when he made grabby hands to be picked up and you did so with no hesitation, your touch soothing the boy into quiet sniffles. but even then, yasha wouldn’t settle down as he wriggled in your arms, short limbs reaching for—

simon glowered.

yasha was reaching for kyle. you were quick to giggle, asking kyle if it was alright that yasha would eat with him, and simon had glared at his sergeant, daring him to deny their son of anything, before reluctantly nodding his approval at kyle’s happy trill of, “of course, ma’am!”

yasha had finally calmed down when you sat him on kyle’s lap, and his boy was even polite enough to actually eat his soft veggies every time kyle beckoned him to open his mouth for a new spoonful.

simon did not startle, but it was close, when your hand landed on his thigh.

“you okay, baby?” you asked, eyes furrowed in your worry.

“yeah,” he remembers replying with, his throat all choked-up because he knows yasha must be excited to have new people to play with, but still, there was something that stung when his boy chose garrick over him.

not that it was kyle’s fault because he is a dear for even doing all that he did for yasha, but simon had hoped that he would always be yasha’s favourite.

too lost in his thoughts, simon had almost missed yasha’s call.

“-ddy? daddy?” yasha asked, startling simon.

it was not the first time yasha called him that, but every time he did, it never fails to make simon melt.

“yeah? what’s up, buddy?”

simon pretended that no one was watching the interaction.

yasha giggled, hiding his food-smeared lips behind his little palms, before turning to use garrick’s front to hide from simon. you snorted, murmuring to kyle how you swear you would wash his shirt before they go, but it’s all buzz to simon because his son — his darling boy — wanted to play with him during dinner.

yasha peeked at him again, before giggling once more when he caught simon’s eyes. this continued on until dinner ended, with simon occasionally miming growling monsters to induce more hearty giggles from his son, and being rewarded with the happiest laughter ever.

simon turned to you, with his heart on his throat, and beamed.

“aww,” mactavish sang from somewhere beside him. “ain’t that adorable— argh!”

simon had swung his arm out and thumped his fist on johnny’s stomach. thank god, yasha had chosen that time to hide his face again on kyle’s stomach.

.

“unca’ john?” yasha asks in a stage-whisper because everyone within earshot just heard him even with his attempt to be quiet. it’s only their training that stopped simon from acting like he’s noticed.

“yeah, bubsy?” john replies, sounding so utterly soft that this version of him is so foreign to simon.

“this tory,” yasha says and simon discreetly peeks to see which toly is being introduced to uncle john — it’s the elephant one.

price gasps theatrically like he hadn’t seen yasha drool all over this elephant toy before, and puffs out, “how cute!”

“mhmm,” yasha says, nodding, then smacks the face of the toy on john’s face. the trunk smooshes against john’s nose, and thank god that elephant-tory is soft because that aim would have been lethal if it wasn’t.

“jesus—” price gasps out.

“language!” simon hisses, and ducks his head back down just before yasha could catch him peeking.

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yasha is now four and he still gets teary eyed when he sees johnny. simon placates his friend and says it’ll pass soon. maybe.

basically, i wanted to write a fic wherein simon’s reaction to being presented with a child is “what— oh okay, sure why not” and (literally in 20 minutes) “i will kill everything for this child” and so here we are

a simon spinoff - it takes a rampage (to be a dad)

[araybiaaa]

❝ held by you.❞ annie x elijah “smoke” moore

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… domestic fluff, pregnant!sex, fingering, anal sex, comfort, canon relationship, alternate universe, heartwarming fluff. porn without plot. (very minimal plot) multiple orgasms, penetrative!sex, unprotected sex.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… a quiet moment shared between annie and smoke.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… i watched the movie the other day and was absolutely obsessed with these two and their chemistry! i haven’t been able to stop thinking about them since 😭

she stirs awake to the feeling of lips brushing against her shoulder; soft in each peck and descending lower as they reached the middle of her back. annie flutters her eyes open, blinking through the bleariness of sleep that fogged her vision before peering over her shoulder. “you’re back late.”she accents, gently maneuvering out of his embrace so that she’s able to turn around.

despite the window being pulled open, perspiration sticks against her skin from the sweltering mississippi heat; causing the fabric of her nightgown to cinch tightly against her body. she could see smoke’s eyes wandering over her body, widening slightly at her nipples that were prodding through the flimsy material. he licks his lips, almost instinctively, pressing his knee into the worn mattress as he hovers himself over her.

“got caught up. had to handle somethin’.” he remarks, palming his hand over her thigh as he absentmindedly pushed up the hem of her gown — caressing the slit of exposed skin that comes into view. he leans over, nearly sprawling himself over her as he closes the distance between them.

annie gives him a pointed look, pressing her hand firmly against his chest. “you and stack been up to no good again?” she questions, though to no avail because as he nudged closer she could see a spot of blood on the collar of his shirt and bruises already deepening on his knuckles. “elijah,” she condemns, only ever using his real name whenever he was in trouble (or in quiet moments of intimacy shared between them.)

he chuckles smugly, gently pushing her hand away from his chest as he continued to kiss along her neck and clavicle, undaunted by her reprimanding tone. “i love when you say my name like that, makes me wanna do somethin’ else to make you say it again.” he whispers as his fingers continue their exploration until they’re caught at the edge of her bloomers.

his breath’s hot against her skin; but somehow still sends a cold shiver down her spine. smoke crowds closer to her, now bracketing her body between his and the mattress. his hand slides over to palm her through her bloomers, a choked gasp catches in annie’s throat at the teasing friction. “went in town…had to get some money from a couple of people who owed us.” he offers in explanation, his attention’s thwarted as he feels her cunt throb against his hand.

he presses his tongue against his cheek, watching her face go slack with pleasure as he slid his thumb over her clothed slit. she whimpers, feeling her hips chase vainly after the pleasure. he hums, pressing his thumb more firmly against her as he oscillated his movements. “you know how i f-feel…fuck…” she moans shakily, feeling him slowly shatter through her reprieve. “about you and stack gettin’ into trouble.” she condemns but it comes out more airily than she intends and has him smirking again.

his fingers pull at her bloomers, gently tugging them over her hips until they’re in a bunched up pool around her ankles. “you don’t need to worry about me and stack…” he slides his hand over her mons, easily slipping a finger through her slickness.

her clit dragging against the thickness of his calloused fingers has her body shaking. he alternates through his dexterity, sliding his fingers through her cunt and fondling the overly sensitive nub of her clit as he watched in mesmerization. “all you need to worry about is stayin’ off those feet and relaxin’.” he says, gliding his other hand over the swell of her stomach that seemed to grow every time he looked at it.

he still couldn’t believe the miracle they were awarded with. though it hadn’t been planned, the news of annie’s pregnancy left them both elated at the prospect of them having a family. his life had been far from easy, but after learning that he was going to have a child smoke had promised himself to give their baby a life full of love and affection that he and stack were deprived of when they were growing up.

“there ain’t no such thing as relaxin’ with you and stack around. i swear you two cause me more trouble than this baby,” smoke glides his finger further up her cunt; slowly dragging his scissored fingers against her walls feeling her flutter wantonly around the girth of him.

“there you go…” he murmurs softly, briefly looking away from her face to watch his fingers messily lap with her slickness. she whimpers again, the sound high and loud as she feels a tightness curling in her belly. his dick strains painstakingly hard against the seams of his slacks as he watched her come undone.

she shakes through her release, reaching a hand out to grip his forearm to steady herself.

her chest heaves as she laid there attempting to lull her breathing. she blinks, mind still dazed from her first orgasm and looked down at smoke as he maneuvered between her legs. he presses a kiss against her calf as he hefts her right leg over his shoulder. he settles himself between her thighs with his face directly in view of her sopping cunt.

his mouth salivates at the sight of her slickness that spills messily from her folds. “just relax, baby….i got you,” he avows before he’s leaning forward and burying himself in her cunt. she shivers, handling a grip on his head as he flattens his tongue and laps up the remnants of her orgasm.

he slides the tip of his tongue against her swollen clit before puckering his lips as he suctioned her in his mouth. he moans at the tangy taste of her.

her hips cant back and forth while his tongue fucked her; licking and sucking on the pink flesh of her vulva. his fingernails dig into her thighs securing her in place as he swirls his tongue up her slit and gently tugs on her clit with his teeth. “e-elijah!” her body lurches at the overwhelming pleasure as her eyelashes cling wetly with tears. he continues his ravenous feat, encouraged by her breathy moans that ricochet loudly through the room.

he slides another finger inside of her; feeling the immediate and responsive clench of her gaping around him. she shudders through her second orgasm that feels even bigger than the first. he looks up at her with face covered in a mix of her juices and his saliva. he laps his tongue around his mouth, swallowing the residuals of her cum.

“think you got another one in you?” he asks as he began to doff out of his clothing, finally freeing his cock from the confined barrier. her cunt throbs at the sight of him despite her body’s exhaustion. he grabs ahold of himself and rolls his dick against his hand; undulating in slow strokes from tip to base as his cock swells in its girth.

she only whimpers tersely in response which is enough to have smoke stand on his knees in front of her. “turn around for me. just hold on and i’ll take care of the rest.” annie musters enough energy to sluggishly turn over. she sits herself up on her knees, holding onto the wall for leverage as she arched her ass in the air.

smoke’s hands grip her waist as he angled himself behind her. he nudges her gown up, pushing it further over her hips until it’s no longer hindering his view of her ass. he bites his lip at the sight of her, feeling his dick twitch against his thigh in anticipation of being inside of her again. grabbing ahold of cock, smoke jerks himself off until he’s fully hard and throbbing. then, he stances himself and angles his dick at her entrance. with a gentle roll of his hips, his dick begins its slow penetration as he stretches her open.

he groans through bared teeth, firming the grip that he held on her waist as he lowered his eyes to watch the lewd sight of his intrusion. annie mewls; the sound is caught between a cry and a moan as shivers roll deliciously down her spine. her hand reaches behind her, desperate to seek purchase on something. “i got you…i got you,” smoke whispers through shaky reassurances, feeling her hole clench so tightly around him that he staggers a bit.

it’s only a few inches buried inside of her; but fuck if that wasn’t enough to have smoke already teetering towards his own orgasm. he waits for a brief moment; allowing them both a moment to adjust. there’s a delicious burn that spreads through her thighs as he penetrates her inch by inch, nudging her open until her body’s swallowing his dick whole. the pain subsides and is immediately replaced by pleasure — he continues to nudge until he feels the tip of his dick buried completely at the hilt as he bottoms her out.

his pelvic bone brushes against her ass as he holds her there. smoke leans forward and pressed a kiss against her back, caressing a hand against her round ass. “ready?”

tears sting in the back of annie’s eyes at the first thrust. she feels every inch of him in his intrusion; how he retreats torturously slow, sliding and brushing his dick against her walls.

annie’s eyes flutter and her throat clicks when he rolls his hips and fucks a long stroke back into her. her jaw goes slack as her mouth parted open slightly ajar while she keened loudly in pleasure. he rolls his hips up into her, hitting her in her g-spot that makes her croon and nearly melt into the mattress. her skin is sticky and slick again; sweat cascades down her face starting from her hairline and trickling down her torso where droplets of the salty body fluid travels between the valley of her breasts.

she pushes her ass back meeting him thrust–for–thrust, feeling his dick curl past her perineum. smoke groaned, enticed by the noises of their wet skin slapping against each other’s. “you feel so fuckin’ good. make me wanna put another baby in you.” he mutters, his eyes now heeding their focus on the sight of his dick extracting and reentering her. he hastens his thrusts and fuck into her unrelentingly until he hears her sobs catching in the air again. smoke thrusts into her with abandon, grabbing her ass, pulling her already working hips closer to him, pushing himself deeper as he watched his balls slaps against her with every ricochet.

she chokes back a sob once she feels the precipice of her orgasm creeping up on her. smoke grunts as he thrusted shallowly inside of her, repeatedly brushing against her g-spot until she quivers tightly around him again. she cums with another loud cry, her legs shake beneath her as her balance falters.

smoke continued to fuck her through it, milking her completely dry until she goes boneless. his hips jerk and it’s not long before he’s succumbing to his own orgasm. he cums inside of her, the thick white fluid spills into her as he falls forward with a groan.

when he pulls out when his dick goes flaccid. annie whimpers from the sensitivity, feeling a trail of smoke’s cum spill out in his withdraw. he reaches over and grabs his shirt and wipes away the sticky residue. “you relaxed now?” he asks as she sprawls out on her side. he rubs his hand over her stomach, watching as her eyes fluttered softly.

she hums, nodding her head as she pointed a finger against his chest, “but don’t think just ‘cause you fucked me good that i’m not still mad about whatever trouble you and stack have been gettin’ into!” he chuckles as he adjusts his position, spooning himself behind her as he pressed a kiss against her shoulder.

“what should we name her?” he questions, seemingly changing the topic of conversation. annie gives him a slightly narrowed look but acquiesced to his subversion.

he intertwines his fingers within hers as they rest against her stomach. annie yawns softly, feeling a heaviness pulling at her eyelids. she snuggles further against smoke’s chest wrapping herself around the warmth of his embrace. “beatrice?” she suggests in a murmur, already feeling his disapproval from the incoherent noise that he makes. “carol?”

“carol?”

she rolls her eyes, gently nudging her elbow against the side. “i don’t hear you comin’ up with any suggestions.”

he sits there in quiet contemplation. “anna. after the beautiful woman who made her.” she turns her head and gives him a sleepy smile. her hand reaches behind his neck and tugs him forward to brush a kiss against his lips.

“mmm!” she whines softly, feeling smoke’s hand raffishly slip beneath her nightgown again. he leans his forehead against hers, staring at her underneath his lashes — watching as she bites on her lower lip. his finger easily slides in; brushing through the coils of pubic hair as he sought after her clit. “i won’t be able to walk tomorrow if you keep doin’ this.”

he huffs a small laugh, reaching his other hand around her as he palmed her breast. “that’s the plan. relaxin’ and restin’, baby. that’s all.” he brushes his thumb over her taut nipple; hearing her soft gasp ring in his ear. annie moans, her head lolling backwards on smoke’s shoulder as she thrust lazily against the thickness of his fingers.

“i love you,” she murmurs with a soft sigh as he brushed his nose against hers. her body goes lax as she cums, shivers roll down her spine as her body succumbs to the pleasure. she feels her eyes flutter close as smoke recites an equally heartfelt i love you before she’s falling back asleep.

[angstandhappiness]

INTERESTING

锁骨

[justhereforsubsevika]

Sevika gets dom drop (nsfw, fluff, a lot of tears)

Sevika had been fucking you rough for about half an hour, spitting at you, slapping you, shoving her fingers down your throat. She'd been calling you filthy names, shouting, even roaring at you at one point (she got a bit carried away, it was hot in the moment). But suddenly she's not panting as loud. Suddenly she's slowing down her strokes in your pussy, removing her hand from your neck. Suddenly her eyes lose their fire, extinguished as water wells up in them. She weakly thrusts into you before pulling out and turning so you cant see her face.

You go up to touch her shoulder and she flinches. She's shaking a little so you grab up the blanket to toss round her shoulders. "Hey, hey come on, what's up baby?" You ask when she starts to fully cry into her trembling hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby I'm so sorry," she babbles, shaking her head and falling gently into your arms. You're confused. She's never gotten like this before, usually all business when she doms. "Honey, I... I don't understand. What happened?" You whisper, kissing along where her hair is shaved just above her ear. She cries louder, hugging against your shoulders.

All of a sudden, it clicks. She's dropped, and she doesn't even realise it.

"Do you feel bad about what you were doing to me?" You ask, tracing your finger soothingly down her back. She nods and nuzzles into your neck. You feel what you hope is tears, rather than snot, start to gather along your clavicle. "Oh Sevi.. you're dropping. You've got dom drop. This is normal, okay? It's normal.." You pat her head and she nods again, sobbing brokenly against you. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to call you any of those things... you're not a useless cumslut-"

You cut her off with a chuckle that startles her. She looks at you with red, puffy eyes and you cant help but smile at how adorable her pout is. "Honey, I promise you I liked it. I know you got carried away! It's alright, it's what I want! I promise sweetheart, I know you didn't mean it."

She nods again. "Yeah.. yeah! It's just sex." She lets out a weak chuckle and you tut. "Poor baby. Come on, lets clean up and then we can watch a movie instead, yeah?" Her eyes light up a little at the suggestion.

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[alg3a]

auspicious (pt. 2)

jayce x f!reader x viktor / jayvik x reader

3k, MDNI, no use of y/n

description: After confronting the boys and teasing them for long enough, you finally get what you want.

warnings: nsfw content, full complete total smut, MMF threesome, f!receiving oral, double penetration, all characters are sort of switches i suppose, double creampies! hooray!

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON PART ONE!!! it was entirely unexpected, but i loved hearing that all of you enjoyed it. it was my first ever tumblr fic, but there will be plenty more and my request box is VERY open.

Something in their eyes turns dark when you utter those words. Not utter, exactly, they were more of a proclamation. Maybe it was your confidence that threw them off so intensely, but how could you not be confident in a dress like that, after two glasses of wine, and knowing that the two most attractive men you’ve ever laid eyes on have been wanting you for months?

It made all the late nights and restless mornings worth it to be sprawled out on their cozy lab couch wearing practically just a strip of fabric, watching them eye you like dogs.

“What is it with you two? Do I need to write you a formal invitation?”

Surprisingly, Viktor moves first. When he gets to the couch he drops his cane as if it was a crumb off his coffeecake. Then Jayce follows, filling the spot behind you as you face Viktor on the other end of the couch. Jayce’s calloused hands wrap around your waist, feeling every inch of the delicate skin exposed by your low hanging dress. Viktor’s delicate hands cup your jaw.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this,” Viktor says, his voice raspier than you’ve ever heard before.

“Hey–” Jayce squeezes your hips firmly and pulls you back into his chest. His fingers trace the long slit up the side of your leg and brush the fabric to the side, exposing your thighs. “How long we have been waiting for this.”

“Did you ever talk about me–about this–with each other?” You have a million dirty questions to ask them now that you have them at your disposal, and this seems like a good place to start.

“It’s hard not to,” Jayce says. “Every time you would come into the lab in that little skirt…”

“Things as small as lingering touches when passing tools…” Viktor added, his mouth dipping low to kiss your exposed collarbone.

“Anytime you did anything vaguely exciting… let’s just say the thought of sharing you is very familiar to us.” Jayce’s low, rough voice mutters against your neck. He punctuates his sentence with a nip at the soft skin as Viktor pulls away from your clavicle.

“Would you like that?” Viktor asks, his fingers delicately wrapping a strand of your hair around his long, slim finger. “For Jayce and I to share you?”

And suddenly they’ve monopolized this interaction. So much for all that confidence–thrown out the window as soon as they show a sliver of dominance.

“Speak up,” Jayce says, grasping your chin firmly and lifting it so that your face is flush with Viktor’s.

“Yes,” you finally utter. “I’d like that very very much.”

“Good,” Viktor says, his accent thicker and his voice raspy.

His thumb traces along your jaw until his hand seats itself on the back of your neck. His fingers slide into your hair. You’d never realized how big his hands were until then, as one wrapped around the back of your head, tugging softly at your hair as Jayce rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb, pulling gently downward to part your pretty lips. They really were fantastic partners, aiding each other in research. And there you were, their perfect little assistant, providing them with something to study.

You don’t realize how heavily your heart is thudding against your ribs until Viktor’s lips are exploring yours and your heart is the loudest thing in the room, second only to your little whimper as you realize Jayce is doing some exploring of his own. His calloused fingers brush your bare thigh beneath the slit of your dress and dip between your legs as his chest presses against your back. With the hand that once rested on your chin, he pulls the apex of the slit higher, so that your lacy black panties are exposed to the cold air of the lab.

“Fuck,” Jayce mutters at the sight of them. You feel as his hardening cock twitches against your back, eliciting a moan from your mouth that vibrates against Viktor’s lips.

You whine as he pulls away from the kiss to take a look at what Jayce has discovered.

“Don’t everyone look at once,” you joke, but your breathlessness and heaving chest don’t exactly contribute to the punchline.

Viktor smiles for a moment, but his eyes drift to your shoulder. More specifically, the fallen strap of the dress which leaves your shoulder exposed.

“You’ve been in this dress all night,” Viktor says, smiling as he looks at Jayce over your shoulder. “I can’t imagine it’s very comfortable…”

“Do you often imagine how uncomfortable my clothes are, Viktor?” You ask, returning his smirk as Jayce slips the remaining strap off of your other shoulder.

“All the time,” he says, taking the next step off of Jayce’s hands and sliding the bodice off your dress downward, then letting Viktor return to pushing down the remnants of the dress so that it pools around your ankles.

“And much more, it would seem…or sound, rather.” Jayce laughs in a low tone, the vibrations of his chest against the bare skin of your back causing your stomach to flutter. “Loudest housemate ever.”

“Oh really?” You ask, mouth agape as Viktor slides off the couch with a smirk on his face, bringing your legs with him. He pivots you so that you’re sitting with your back against the cushions now, and he’s kneeling between your parted legs. Only your cute little panties separate his face from your best kept secret.

“Hearsay,” Viktor rolls his eyes as he kisses up your thigh. “And from the man who doesn’t even close his door when he thinks of you…”

“I close it. The walls are just…thin.” Jayce replies, placing his hand on your chin once more to turn your face to his. “And I can’t help how much noise I make.” His voice lowers and his eyes flutter shut, preparing for his turn with your lips.

Jayce is a much rougher kisser than Viktor. Handsier, too. His hand slides up your waist, grazing your chest, before finally landing on the expanse of your tilted back neck. If he choked you to death right now, you could die happy. But he won’t. He just squeezes gently as his tongue explores your mouth, his grip a reminder that he’s been wanting you for three long months. You can imagine how it must have felt for both of the boys to have you within arms reach, pushed away only by their own semblances of professionality. Actually–you can taste it, too. And you can feel it as two fingers press against your clothed cunt and you let a moan echo into Jayce’s persistent mouth.

Viktor lifts a leg onto his shoulder, and you feel two of his calloused fingertips pulling aside the lace of your panties. With only the tip of Viktor’s tongue, you’re a whining mess against Jayce’s. Jayce pulls away from you with a condescending laugh, wanting to catch a glimpse of Viktor’s meal.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “I never thought my lab partner and I would have our tongues on the same girl at the same time.”

“Don’t lie,” Viktor looks up, a grin on his glistening lips. “I’ve heard my name through those thin walls, too.”

“Shut up,” Jayce groans, and guides Viktor’s head back to your cunt. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes,” you manage to utter, miraculously. You’d heard Jayce tease Viktor time after time about his inexperience with women. You’d be surprised that Viktor was this good at eating you out if you weren’t familiar with what a meticulous learner Viktor was. A true perfectionist.

As Viktor sucks on your clit, Jayce lowers his head and sucks marks onto your neck, one hand still on Viktor’s head, feeding you to him.

“Please…” you whimper, not sure exactly what you’re even asking for until you feel your impending release.

Viktor laughs against your core. “Please what, my love?”

“Please, I’m gonna… mmph! I–” The leg that rests on Viktor’s back bends so that he’s pulled closer.

“Don’t stop, Vik, she’s close.” Jayce’s grip on your jaw tightens and he pulls you ever so slightly downward to watch Viktor. “Is that right, sweetheart? Use your words.”

You nod emphatically, opening your lips but fuck it’s so incredibly difficult for you to form words when there isn’t an adjective on the planet that can describe how he’s making you feel. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum, please, please don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” Jayce says, his grip loosening as he goes in to kiss you again while your climax hits you like a tidal wave. Jayce feels the impact of it against his mouth in the form of your own, needy, whimpering moans.

Your legs begin to shake, but Viktor’s hands wrap around your thighs, holding you still as he shows no signs of stopping. He’s going to grant your begging wishes and ride this out with you, his tongue dancing along your clit, his fingers spreading you wide so it’s certain he won’t miss a spot.

Once you’ve settled, Viktor pulls away, wiping the arousal from his lips with the back of his hand. You’ve seen him exhausted, aching, and messy, but you’ve never seen him with such a powerful glint of desperation in his eyes.

“Did that feel good, sweetheart?” Jayce asks, his fingers combing through your hair.

Viktor seats himself on the couch again, drawn to your collarbone again, this time using his fingers to navigate the delicate clavicle.

You nod, but it takes every ounce of effort you have to lift your head up repeatedly.

“We’re not done with you just yet,” Jayce says, getting up off of the couch, “if that’s alright with you.”

The request is almost rhetorical. Of course it’s alright with you. He knows that. If the wanton, needy little noises you were still making in agreement were any sign of the pleasure you derived from this arrangement, you could go on until morning.

“Viktor, take your pants off,” Jayce demands, standing over the two of you.

“Who decided you’d be calling the shots for tonight?” Viktor asked, breathlessly, raising one eyebrow.

“If you don’t want to, I’ll gladly take your pla–”

Viktor rushed to take his pants off. You helped him with the belt buckle and in sliding them down his legs. As you do, Jayce fully removes your panties. It doesn’t make much of a difference, now that the two men have seen every inch of you.

As Viktor’s pants come off, you see the impressive imprint of his cock underneath his boxers.

“Can I?” You ask gently, lowering your hand to hover over his cock.

“We’re past that,” Viktor says, grinning as he takes your hand and guides it to his length. You dip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pull them downward so that they pool at his thighs.

Wow.

You’d always sort of assumed that since Viktor was so skinny that he couldn’t be hiding much. How wrong you were. Your lips part slightly, already salivating for him. You begin to stroke his cock, ready for him to push your head onto his shaft until you can’t breathe, but you hear a tongue clicking behind you.

“No need for that,” Jayce says. “I think we’ll save that treat for the workday. For now…”

Jayce’s strong hands find their grip on your waist on your right leg, pulling you to straddle Viktor’s lap.

“I don’t think either of us can wait any longer for this,” you look back at Jayce as he speaks, watching as he unbuckles his own belt and shed his pants along with his dress shirt.

Now this one, you expected. With the amount of female “advisors” you’ve seen watching Jayce in the forge, there’s no way he wasn’t packing.

“I’m inclined to agree,” Viktor says, his hands falling at either side of your waist and lining you up with the wet tip of his cock, already ruined with precum.

“I should start preparing you back here…” Jayce says as his large hands find purchase on the round of your ass.

“Are you ready, my love?” Viktor asks with a kiss to your wrist as he lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance, swiping it a few times to ensure you’re wet enough for his entry. You’re beyond wet enough. “It would seem you are…” He laughs as he pushes your hips down on him.

Even though you hadn’t taken your eyes off of Viktor’s cock since you took it out, the size still surprised you as he pressed into your wet cunt.

“Fuck…” Viktor groaned as his neck fell back against the couch cushions. “You feel…even better than I imagined.”

You can’t even form a sentence to reply. The stretch is so intense you’ve forgotten every word in the English language. You can’t even move, paralyzed on his length. Luckily, Viktor solves that problem for you, thrusting up into you suddenly, so that all you can do is let out a strained squeal. Your hands grip his shoulders but you can’t even worry about how your nails might be hurting him, although if his grin is any consolation, he might even be enjoying the pain.

Jayce trails a line of kisses down your spine and when you look back, he’s kneeling on the ground, spitting on two fingers. You barely have time to process what that might mean before those two fingers plunge into your unfilled hole.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, the first word that you can remember in these trying times. The pain lasts only a second before the feeling sends flutters into your stomach, and elsewhere. With renewed vigor, you begin to let yourself bounce on Viktor’s cock, eliciting a lovely little whine from him.

“Tell me how he feels, baby,” Jayce says, removing his two fingers.

“So…so good.”

“I know you can be more descriptive than that,” Jayce laughs as he gets up to stand, wiping some spit onto his plump tip and stroking it.

“I’ve wanted this for so long…” you say, the truest sentence in your head the first full one you can form. “So long… it’s so long…” Okay, back to putting the “senseless” in “fucked senseless.”

The boys laugh, but Viktor’s is a strained, breathless laugh.

“Please Jayce…” you beg, looking back at him over your arched back. “I want both of you…”

“Whatever you say,” Jayce says with a crooked grin as he wraps his hands around your waist, just above Viktor’s, who finds it in him to stop you from bouncing to allow Jayce his entry.

With a full, unexpected thrust, Jayce is completely in you. The stretch burns like Hell at first, but God you’ve never felt so full before.

Jayce lets out a desperate groan, not moving for a few more seconds. When Viktor thrusts into you, Jayce reacts with a moan.

“Fuck, I can…I can feel your cock, Vik,” Jayce says, letting out a breathy laugh.

“Lucky you,” Viktor laughs as he continues to lift his hips to meet your cervix.

With a dismissive scoff, Jayce finally finds the will to thrust again, even if it just results in more wanton, wasted little moans from his mouth: noises you didn’t even think he could make.

With both of them inside you at once, thrusts alternating and hitting spots within you that make you scream their names, it won’t be long until your second orgasm of the night.

Jayce’s hand reaches for your hair, taking a cluster of it and pulling you so that your back arches and your shoulders are flush with his. He cheeks your cheek with a contrasting delicateness and whispers in your ear, “Such a good girl for us. Isn’t she the best, Vik?”

“Better than our hands, absolutely,” Viktor jokes as his chest heaves and his forehead contorts. He’s close, you can tell.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jayce says, releasing your hair and focusing all of his efforts onto your tight little hole, stretching you impossibly wide.

“I-I don’t think I can take much more,” Viktor utters.

“Me neither,” you whimper, pressing your head into the nook between Viktor’s head and shoulder. “Oh fuck…”

“Cum for us, baby,” Jayce says, squeezing your ass cheeks as his last few thrusts are used up. It’s not long before you feel his cock twitching, sending spurts of hot cum into your bottom. “Gods! Fuck, baby!”

The sight of the two of you losing your composure above Viktor is enough to send him over, and as you fall onto the full length of his cock after riding out your own orgasm, he pumps you full of his seed as well, whimpering like a wounded puppy as he ruts into you helplessly one final time. You’re all a pile of spent, sweaty, fucked out messes.

Jayce reluctantly pulls out of you, leaving a splatter of cum falling from your hole onto Viktor’s lap.

“Sorry,” he laughs as he collides with the couch beside Viktor.

You try to pull off Viktor's cock to provide him some relaxation, but he holds you still. “Please, don’t…don’t move yet. I want this to last as long as possible.”

“Feeling sentimental, Vik?” Jayce teases, running a hand through his lab partner’s sweaty hair.

“Feeling…like I’d like to memorize this feeling before I go to bed tonight.”

You laugh and kiss the bridge of his nose before resting your head on Jayce’s neighboring shoulder. “I should’ve put ‘handling two cocks’ on my resume. Maybe then you two would have actually read it.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to list us as references on future resumes,” Jayce laughs, rubbing your hand softly as the three of you come down from your shared highs. “I’m glad you decided to come tonight. To the gala, I mean.”

You and Viktor both laugh.

“Next time, you won’t have to deal with crude men asking you to dance,” Viktor says as he kisses the top of your head. “You’ll be busy at our side the whole night.”

“I’m never going to move past the pretty little lab assistant allegations, am I?” You smiled into Jayce’s sturdy, shuddering shoulder.

“Maybe not,” Viktor said. “But why should you? You are our beautiful little lab assistant.”

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