#went a bit feral with this session

[gladumfdoodles]

the hound of hell

[vaugarde]

YES i have bpd killua as a hc too!! gon is just the more obvious with the two with how his behaviour matches bpd so well

YESSSSSSSS augh no wonder they click so well. adhd to autism communication yes but bpd communication as well

[simpjaes]

BIG D*CK FOR DUMMIES (s.jy)

The one where you find out that your boyfriend has a huge cock and you’re not entirely sure if you can take all of it. 

MDNI!!! | pls leave feedback and reblog your fave writers!

PAIRING ― jaeyun x afab reader  

WORDCOUNT ― 2.4k

CONTENT ―  first time, established relationship, top jaeyun, painful sex

NOTE ― this was originally written for a different idol on my other blog [ncteez] but i pictured jake in that one en o’clock episode doing this and went feral so……here’s ur giant package. 

smut tags― he’s a little cocky (lmao), i guess you could say size kink but it’s more like huge cock / tiny pussy size kink, theres some crying, praising, reader gets off like almost instantly and becomes incredibly cock drunk the second he’s able to actually fuck

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Things you knew about your boyfriend before dating: he’s very protective, super smart, has good taste in music, his hands are big and warm, and he’s very down to earth.

Things you didn’t know about your boyfriend until after dating and he’s on top of you during a moody and rainy night makeout session: his cock is huge and it’s very intimidating.

One might ask, how could you have not known? Well, that’s easy. It’s a fairly new relationship and a very shy relationship at that. It’s a bit embarrassing for you, actually, because it’s not like you don’t want to be intimate with him. You definitely do, and apparently so does he. 

It’s the first time in the three weeks you’ve been dating that you’ve gotten to be completely alone with him in an intimate setting. For one, you live with your parents, and secondly, he lives with three other dudes who like to be all up in his business. It’s not exactly easy to get alone time with him. Thankfully, your parents are out on a five-day holiday somewhere in the Bahamas and you’re here on your family couch with Jaeyun’s hands cradling your neck as you kiss him. 

It got heated very fast, presumably because the two of you haven’t really had the privacy to do more than a standing makeout session without someone listening in, or worse, walking in. It almost makes the air feel electric now, kind of like a breath of fresh air except the fresh air tastes like the fruity chewing gum he had in his mouth when he originally came over.

Here’s the thing though, and man, it’s a thing. Looking at Jaeyun you’d think he’s average at best and you’re not really the type to go around guessing dick sizes.  So, naturally, when he slots a leg between yours as he got on top of you and you fucking felt it against your leg, you were a little more shocked than anticipated. Maybe he let out a little snide chuckle at your reaction too, you wouldn’t know, you were kind of busy wondering when he was going to let you in on the secret. 

Now, here you are deep in thought of how the hell that thing is going to fit anywhere while simultaneously one hundred percent willing to make it fit because god, does he know how to makeout and feel someone up. 

The more he kisses you, the more his hands roam, the more you experience intimate touches with him, the more you feel like your skin is on fire and replacing that intimidation with extreme arousal and lust. All the way until the point that the presumed makeout playlist starts over and he finally pushes a bit further with you.

“Is this okay?” He asks, now slotting himself entirely between your legs and essentially pressing his length directly against the pool that is threatening to seep through your fucking denim shorts. 

You give him a half nod, trying to pretend that he’s definitely a normal man with a normal cock. He smiles though, knowing full well that this isn’t what you were expecting. No one ever expects it from him. 

“You seem occupied,” he comments, pressing himself against you a little more and leaning down on his arms to nip at your lips. “or shocked, maybe?”

You try to kiss him to shut him up, not wanting to expose yourself for being entirely inexperienced with a size like his. 

“Hm?” He encourages you, pulling back again and looking directly into your eyes with a confident smirk. 

“Well,” you shift your eyes away and sigh out, “you’re kind of huge…” 

He takes that compliment and runs with it. It’s not like the two of you have to finally have sex or anything, but you both knew what was happening and you both definitely knew what the other wanted. At least ten minutes ago that was the situation.

“Is it too much?” He asks, this time a bit more concerned that his own biology could ruin this for you. 

“Probably? no, maybe?” 

Jaeyun pulls away from you, moving himself to sit back against the couch and give you your space. Considering probably and maybe isn’t a yes, he feels no need to push or pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do. There have been times where he’s hurt another person while being intimate, though not intentionally, he’s not exactly willing to do that to you unless you’re like, you know, jumping his bones for it. 

“Still, i’d like to try–” You start, looking at him as you sit up and feel your entire body tingle at the cold air that replaces his warmth. “Maybe if we take it slow– like, really slow?”

He looks at you with shining eyes. He asked you to be his girlfriend because he genuinely likes you. He likes your voice, he likes the way you smell, likes when you talk about your favorite songs and favorite movies. He was definitely smitten from the moment he saw you trip on your own two feet down the front porch of a house party months ago. Taking it slow with you was pretty normal, and the fact that you want him too just makes him all the more willing to take his time. 

“I’ll take care of you, ” he hums, spreading his legs a bit across the couch to give himself more space to re-adjust himself. “Just tell me if I need to slow down?” 

You nod, staring directly between his legs and rubbing your own together on instinct. If anyone’s gonna split you open, it might as well be your boyfriend.

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When he said he would take it slow with you, he really meant it. The fact that he curled three fingers into you for a solid twenty minutes and you still feel like your legs will buckle on you at any moment knowing that this is just for prep– oh damn. 

 The fact that he even used his tongue on you for the first time, making sure you were more slippery than you already were for another twenty minutes? The fucking fact that you were on the verge of orgasm when he pulled it out and presented it to you like a cock you could totally sit on without issue? 

Fuck.

Reality washes over you far too quickly when you actually make that attempt. 

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel like you were being torn apart by him, but part of you loves the way his gentle hands hold you steady as you try to sink down. You can feel the wet heat between your legs coat his length inch by inch as you start to slide down.

He stops you only for a moment when he notices you wincing. 

“Breathe, baby, just a little more.” He encourages, getting a nod from you before guiding you down further.

You breathe, clenching around him and doing your best to stop doing that so you can relax. You can tell he’s struggling to actually take it slow by now too, only because you can feel his hands shake against you as he holds himself back from obliterating you, probably. You’d think it would be quite endearing to see, if it weren’t for the fact that your eyes are blurring from the tears threatening to fall. 

Feeling embarrassed, you wipe your eyes and focus on how he feels inside of you. The pain is still there, but as you “sit” here, that pain somehow does replace itself with a strange sensation of pleasure little by little. You’ve always wondered what it felt like to be full, and it appears that this is exactly it.

It’s overwhelming.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks after noticing your tears, a bit of panic in his voice despite the fact that you could have sworn hearing a moan come out alongside it, “Pull up, it’s okay, you can–”

You sink down further instead, now bottoming yourself out on him and releasing a broken whine of both pain and pleasure. He grunts in unison to your whine, gripping your hips even harder than he already was and squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Fuck,” he sighs out, lazily opening his eyes to look at the way you perch yourself on him so perfectly. “Such a tight fit.” 

You nod, mostly unable to hear a word he’s saying as you try to relax your body enough to get rid of that small hint of pain. The consistent clenching of your adjustments send your boyfriend spiraling a bit, unable to contain his sighs of pleasure as your tight and wet heat squeezes his cock.

“Tell me when I can move, please, tell me–” He groans out almost frantically, staring down at where you sit flush against him and wanting so badly to fuck into you.

 He’s wanted to do this to you since you started dating, now that it’s finally happening, and now that you’re quite literally jerking him off simply by adjusting to his size– you know, it’s not exactly easy to contain himself. 

You take a few more seconds to breathe before your body finally relaxes and you give him a reluctant nod. 

Instantly it’s like you’re seeing stars. He barely moves, all he does is flex his abs and press his hips up and it’s like he manages to fit another non-existent inch inside of you. 

You groan out, falling forward against his chest and gripping onto his shoulders as you feel your body adjust to even that small movement. To you, this is so fucking embarrassing, but to him? 

Hottest thing ever. Really. 

He can hear your whiny gasps against his neck when he moves and it’s driving him fucking wild, especially considering the fact that his cock is driven so deeply inside of you that he thinks you’d tell him to stop— but you don’t. 

You’re so good to him, and for what it’s worth, he wants to make sure this will be the best orgasm of your life.

Slowly, his hands fall to your ass and guide you up. You feel slight relief as a few inches leave you, and your stomach bubbles with that same sensation of both pleasure and pain when he slides you back down.

He moans out at you, almost like he’s cooing in pity at how much you’re trying to take for him. It’s incredibly sexy to hear now that your ears have stopped ringing and you’re beginning to believe that you’d never want anything smaller than him anyway.

This time, you lift on your own and sink back down just as fast, wincing again against his neck but releasing a moan that sounds more like pleasure than anything else. He sees this as a green light, gripping your ass and encouraging you to lift slightly again.

“Stay like this.” he mutters with a deep breath before kissing against your forehead and thrusting his hips up once, hard. 

The tight heat you’re offering sends him into a frenzy when paired with the wet slap of his pelvis hitting your pussy, and the sounds you’re making offer little in terms of stopping because by now, you’re both loving it. 

He thrusts into you with ease, the drag loud and slippery, the moans of pleasure you release only make him go faster, harder. Almost releasing a whimper of his own at how fucking perfect you are for taking all of it.

“Look.” he tries to let out, waiting for you to pull yourself up from his chest and look at him.

You do with ease, that broken face from before now replaced with lustful and blown out pupils. 

“Look how good you take it,” he praises with a groan, almost punctuating each word with a thrust, “knew you could take it.” 

Your broken smile that falls into a slack mouthed string of nonsense only continues to push him.  All the way until you can’t think straight at all, and you’re feeling your body tense up with such pressure that you can’t even warn him before your walls are clenching so tightly that it even hurts him. 

You grasp onto him for dear life as your orgasm washes over you, drenching his entire length as you hold your breath. Never have you gotten off while feeling so fucking full, and arguably, you don’t think you could ever feel an orgasm so intense without him being the one to split you open.

“There you go baby.” he hums, watching you breathlessly fall apart on top of him before picking up his rhythm again and chasing his own high.

By this point, you’re so well adjusted that even the searing pain of his restless thrusts feel good. Your brain is foggy but you can’t help but just fucking watch him.

This is your boyfriend and this is what it looks like when you’re making him feel good. 

“Are you close?” you start to bounce on him, meeting his rhythm and allowing him to rest his own hips. 

He nods as he looks at you, awestruck with how you’re already able to ride him as if you weren’t whining just moments before. Seeing you take him in full like this is enough to have his cock pulsing.

“Just a bit more, baby.” He closes his eyes and runs his hands up your waist. “Keep riding me, fuck.” 

And that, you do. Feeling proud of yourself for being able to actually take this literal monster, you focus on the twitch inside of you as he releases with a deep and breathy moan.

It’s entirely too sexy to ignore, and you continue to bounce even as he tries to hold you in place to subdue the sensitivity of his cock being fucking strangled by how tight you are. 

Once his body stops jerking and you feel the last twitching release inside of you, you fall forward and both of you groan from the sensitivity. 

“There are pros and cons to having a big dick, i guess.” he admits in a groan. 

Even when you laugh, there’s another wince from both of you followed by a groan.

“Pros: big dick.” he whispers, holding you still against him so you don’t move again before he can soften up and pull out. “Cons: big dick.” 

You still laugh, and it still hurts. 

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me and my lame ass endings lmfaooooooooooooooooo

[jinuaei]

tw// slight somnophilia???, DIRTY THOUGHTS, slight nsfw

Imagine yandere puppy leon going feral at the sight and scent of you sleeping next to him. Maybe something happened that made the both of you sleep on the same bed, a storm blackout that made his instincts to protect you go to overdrive now he refuses to leave your sight and you have no choice but to sleep next to him, or you forced him to sleep next to you to comfort you.

Either way you are now sleeping next to him unaware of his internal thought of just needing to take you, give you everything he has. You are unaware of the drool that is slowly dripping from his mouth, tears growing as he pants heavily, gripping on the sheets under him to ground him from his thoughts. He didn’t want to scare you, or disappoint you by showing what he really is, he wanted to show that he’s a good boy, your good boy, even if you don’t know it yet.  

But it’s so hard to control himself when he’s this close to you, and now that you got closer to him, he can feel your heat radiating. Youre so, so close to him. Pants getting heavier, silent whimpers coming out of his mouth, he bites his cheek so as to not wake you up with his pathetic whines. His mind goes blank as you are now nearly on top of him, leg carelessly straddling his own as you cuddle him, cheek pressed against his chest. You're drooling a bit and he’s trying his best not to just cup your face and lick it off your mouth.

Eventually daylight comes and he hasn’t slept a wink, committing everything that happened to memory, but since the angry tent down there has been bothering him since last night, doing his damn best not to grind himself against you to completion. He had to go to a more private place so as to not disturb you from your beauty sleep. So he did, jerking himself off for so many rounds, sucking on the same spot on his shirt where you drooled in, adding more drool from himself, essentially drenching it. Moaning so needily, for you, and only you. Eventually passing out of exhaustion and pleasure.

You can only question where your friend Leon went, he wasn’t with you when you woke up so maybe he was busy that day? Either way he called you that night to say sorry for suddenly leaving, just moments after waking up from his long session. 

[kongchipachi95]

Mingyu x reader

Pov: watching a movie with your bf Mingyu turns the both of you on despite his roommate being mere feet away

Warning: penetration.

Mingyu

Standing in the kitchen without a shirt, the golden hour sunset was casting a spotlight on his golden brown skin. You sat on the sofa watching as his muscles flexed with every move. You had just finished binge watching a new zombie series on Netflix and when you mentioned being the slightest bit hungry your sweet, caring boyfriend jumped up at the chance to cook for you. Since you started dating he had taken more of a role of caretaker as the time went on. His roommate, Wonwoo, who was watching the series with you both excused himself to his room so he could get a little bit of a gaming session in before the food was done.

Mingyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, his bangs sticking to his skin from the steam, and turned around and flashed that million watt smile at you, his little fangs barely showing above his lower lip. He spooned some of the soup he was making and motioned for you to come to the kitchen to try it. He was making your favorite, yukgaejang, and he watched as the steamy spoonful of broth made its way into your mouth. He watched as some of the liquid dripped down the side of your mouth. Before you could lick it off he whispered, “I got it,” and wiped it away with his thumb. When that didn’t quite get all of the oil off he put his mouth to yours and you could feel his tongue circling the space right below your lips. Shivers went up and down your body. While you were watching the last episode of the show you noticed Mingyu was caressing your leg under the blanket, inching his way up your thigh until you shook him off since his roommate was a few feet away on the other sofa. You didn’t realize he was that riled up.

When you looked in his eyes, his normal puppy dog expression had taken on a darker look. You reached up and grabbed either side of his face and pulled him towards you to kiss him harder. As you wrapped your arms around his next he grabbed your ass and lifted you onto the counter, which was a perfect height since he was a lot taller than you. You opened your legs for him to nestle in between and you could feed his bulge pressing against your wetness causing a moan to escape your lips.

“You feel it, too?” He asked in heavy gasps. You mmhmmed into his mouth and you couldn’t get close enough to each other. With his left hand he was cradling your neck and grabbing your hair. With his right hand he was cupping your ass and holding you closer to his body. Your nails dug into his honey brown shoulders. When he couldn’t take it anymore he slid one hand down the front of your panties, feeling the sticky gumminess that clung to your walls.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he whispered in your ear.

“Fuck yes,” you replied.

He pulled down the waistband to his sweatpants, causing his hard throbbing dick to bounce with excitement. He grabbed it and rubbed it with the stickiness from your insides before sliding it in, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in pleasure.

As he filled you up you held on to his shoulders, allowing yourself to take him in. He moaned into your neck as you grabbed the back of his head and pushed him towards your breast which he attacked like a ravenous animal. He licked, nibbled and sucked his way across your chest, leaving no inch untouched. His thrusts started off slow and rhythmic then picked up tempo and became so feral and erratic that you had to hold on to his broad shoulders for dear life. Sweat was running down his back making it a little slippery so you tighten your thigh grip around his waist, tightening your walls and making him moan louder. His bangs were sticking to his forehead and he refused to cum until you did.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, Mingyu, please don’t stop,” you moaned into his shoulder. His skin had a spicy musk to it, intoxicating your senses. He leaned back to watch himself going in and out of you, both of your slickness creating a thick white cream at the base of his throbbing cock turning him on even more.

“I can’t hold it baby, I’m going to cum soon,” he exhaled. His face winced with painful pleasure then he leaned down to start sucking on your nipple, bringing you to the edge of nirvana. He could feel your body twitching,

“Don’t stop, Mingyu, please don’t stop,” you yelled as he thrust harder and faster. As the pressure built up between the both of you your bodies spasmed together, a big sweaty mess. He screamed your name as you screamed his name and you both all but collapsed against the kitchen cabinets. The back of your head rested on the cabinets, Mingyu rested on your chest gasping for air. After Mingyu had wiped you clean with dampened paper towels and you both had your clothes back on did a smiling Wonwoo come out of his room with his headphones hanging around his neck.

“Did I miss something?” He looked confused around the kitchen.

“No, hyung, food’s ready to be served.” Mingyu flashed him an innocent puppy dog smile.

“Oh okay,” Wonwoo replied before sitting down still confused at the flushed look on both of your faces.

[highhhfiveee]

safety net, part three

part two: 🚿 | part four: 🏆

pairing: pornstar!mike schmidt x blackfem!reader summary: y/n gets a taste of mike's world and things begin to shift. wc: 3.1k tags: lots of mentions of porn, smut (descriptions of sex being filmed, featuring unprotected sex, dirty talk, clit rubbing, squirting, some workplace intimacy lmao), angst?, exposition! proofread many times but if there are still errors, idk what to say lmao

“wow."

"i know right," you say plainly, eyes wide at your best friend, claire, as you take a large gulp of your hot latte. claire cuts her gaze to you, puffing her cheeks out in a sigh. you were always so in awe by her, the feeling proved once again when she'd actually agreed wholeheartedly to view your boyfriend's porn.

"i still don't believe that you're dating him," she sputters with outrage as she points to your computer on the dining room table, open to a still of mike with dick in hand, coming on some dark-haired girl's keen face. "and i don't believe it even more so because you decided to wait six months before telling me. i thought we were best friends!"

you can tell her outrage is whimsical by the way she faints into your arms, and you reach forward to catch her. 

"yeah but, like, best friends from adolescence that don't see each other very often. last time i saw you was three months ago." 

"okay, but by then you'd been dating him for three months, and that's almost half a year!" 

"barely, claire." 

you couldn't even believe that you were dating him. you hadn't known how you two went from meeting outside an underwhelming, overpriced restaurant to making out and cuddling intimately in mike's bed four out of seven days a week. it'd felt like no time had passed at all; you'd just been living without thinking. mike took every worry off your shoulders, freeing you of anxiety in so many ways that you couldn't believe someone that caring and accommodating was real.

he paid for your sessions after you'd mindlessly rambled about not being able to afford this therapist you really liked. he sent you the credentials to his grocery delivery membership, encouraging you to get anything you wanted or needed. you could finally consistently get things that were good, and healthy. he paid your rent, and respected the fact that you didn't want to move in with him and wanted autonomy to work and pay for your other personal expenses.

"i just want you to be happy. you tell me what you want, and we'll make it happen."

he had you and it didn't feel real. you felt like you couldn't tell anyone about it, terrified that everything would crumble if you spoke even a word about him being your partner, so sweet and good and rewarding. you didn't want to hide him, but you didn't want things to collapse. not this time. 

you wouldn't be able to take it this time. 

you explain all this to claire, ending with, "i'm sorry it took so long. i just really want this to last." you'd told her about everything, even about dating simon briefly and how he led you to mike. 

claire nods, chewing on a wedge of pineapple speared by a fork. she's given up her fainting performance, once again munching on her breakfast and clicking the pad on your laptop. the video you two were watching resumes, and you watch her face for bit, eyes shifting around the screen in intrigue, before turning back to it as well.

"you deserve it, y/n. that simon guy sounded like a dickhead. an expired card, and the bathroom excuse? fucking lame." her voice doesn't chop through the amplified sound of both mike and the girl moaning, whiny and feral. they're absolutely gone, and you're really not thinking about simon anymore. fuck him. 

now, you thought of mike.

granted, you hadn't been like the people in mike's videos, up to a certain point. you'd done the kissing and the heavy petting, but you hadn't had sex at all, in any form, and he didn't pressure you into feeling like it was some sort of requirement. he agreed with taking it slow, placing emphasis on the romantic before the sexual. you knew there would be no issues with the sexual; why rush into it when you could have the slow burn, all the tension you wanted up until you were ready?

mike hadn't fought it, and yeah, you thought, you did deserve it. you deserved to be treated like this. 

"called me over for an art date, i guess you still painted," the girl mewls with a devilish smile, licking at mike's---sorry, chase cox's---come around her mouth. 

"mhm, baby. masterpiece, if i do say so myself." mike is so pretty on the screen; sweaty and flustered, but so confident at the same time, polite too. even when he's in an act, he's so attentive; he moves hair away from eyes and wipes spit off chins and cradles waists while he adjusts his hips to hit various angles, turning almost everyone he filmed with into a "braindead fucktoy"---claire's filthy words, not yours (though you didn't mind the idea). 

the video ends with a snippet of aftercare, the both of them wiping at each other's bodies with gentle motions. it's how they all end, and you think it's really nice, showing a crucial part of sex that most people forgo. you'd seen plenty of mike's videos by now, and knew that while some were vastly more kinky than others, they all followed the same formula of care, concern, and curtesy. 

you could tell mike lived by that, too. 

"well, i gotta scoot to work," claire murmurs, leaning down to grab for her bag. "but thank you for inviting me to breakfast so you could show and tell me that you've been dating a wildly handsome, generous, and charismatic sex worker. best videos i've seen by far, honestly. are you seeing him today?" 

you nod sheepishly, and claire laughs into the sky, doctored with comical bitterness. "well, let the record show that i am both extremely jealous and extraordinarily happy for you." she gives you a toothy smile, poking at your shoulder with both index fingers. "seriously. you deserve it all." 

you carry this thought with you as you ride in one of the company's chartered cars, traversing through the roads to their main studio, the biggest one in the city. there were only 4 throughout the metro area, but this one, a gigantic penthouse isolated at the top of a 275-foot tall apartment complex, had the most space and atmosphere of them all. you remember coming here to take your picture for the all-access card mike had given you. he was so happy to gift it to you a few months ago, finally getting through after bugging the execs to give him another card with unhindered access for months. 

"finally got the hard copy, just for you. got your name on it and everything," he'd smiled so wide, clipping it on one of his merch lanyards; white with black, serif text that read, "chase cox world domination". you'd fallen over in laughter, kissing at his cheeks while thanking him between giggles. 

you hadn't been here many times over the last three months, but when you were, you were able to slip through every door and security checkpoint without hassle. people knew who you were and attended to you, telling you exactly where mike was in the studio or offering to get you any refreshments or sundries you were after. you'd always declined, extending extreme gratitude to everyone servicing you, but today, you ask for a bottle of fancy artesian water. you deserve it. 

the few times you'd been here before were usually half-hours after mike had finished a scene, helping him pack up to head home for the day, but this time, you'd come early, wanting to catch a glimpse of him at work. 

you take the elevator to the top, stepping out into the concrete foyer of the industrial workspace. the gray of the material was accented with bright art and other pops of color in furniture and decor that conveyed the new age principles and ideology of the production company. it made sense why the videos were so honored, with the people behind them being young and progressive and on the right side of history (and design). 

there are eight rooms on the floor; three for shooting, three for aesthetics and dressing, one for an office, and one for storage. there were bathrooms in three of them and two down the main hallway that opened into the formal living room/break area and kitchen. you'd been told that mike was in the hunger room; this one set up for messier, more bodily fluid oriented videos, as opposed to the softer passion and kinkier desire shooting rooms. 

the rooms are all hidden behind frosted, sliding glass doors with the titles printed onto placards affixed next to them. you find hunger after walking a little, and gently pull on the handle. the door slides open soundlessly, and you're closing it behind you as you step inside, your eyes locked on the scene in front of you. 

mike and his partner are arranged on a leather couch in a living room set, his hips shoving into her in this perceptive way. he's reading her body language and reacting accordingly, and you can see why she's moaning so genuinely, feet dangling by the ankle over mike's shoulders. the couch is already drenched in liquid, wet and puddled under the girl's ass.

he grabs for the back of the couch to go deeper, leaning down to press kisses on her lips as the cameraman focuses in on where they're connected. the sound is so lewd, and it makes you press your thighs together as you watch alongside the small production crew. 

"feel good? happy to have a friend like me? someone who knows you, knows your body? someone who makes you feel better and come harder than your stupid fucking boyfriend?" his partner mewls out a broken, exasperated, "y-yyesssss" between gritted teeth as her moans get higher and higher pitched. suddenly, she's reaching at mike's back to scratch at his skin, screaming out as mike leans off to the side of her, massaging his fingertips over her clit and cooing, "yeah, just let go. know he's never made you feel like this, wasting this perfect pussy..."

his partner squirts against the camera with a screech, loud and raw but pretty. the lens is covered in a heavy spray of bodily fluid as she arches her back and grinds her mound into mike's hand, chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. "that's fucking it," he encourages, speaking in her ear as he looks down at the mess in his peripherals and rides her through it. "just the way you deserve." you swear he locks eyes with you when he says it, and he only confirms it with the small smirk he throws your way, managing to fit it into the ending of the shot. his eyes twinkle through the aftercare segment, and he talks with his spent coworker, calling, "she just wants to sit for a second" to a PA with a chuckle. 

"okay, ten minute break and then we're shooting the come shot."

her legs slowly straighten out as mike throws the towel he's handed around his waist and slides his feet into the slippers stored behind the couch. he grabs a water from an outstretched hand as he makes his way over to you, smelling like sweat and sex and glistening with this nearly angelic post-fuck glow. it's like he's coming down from the gates of porn heaven.

"hi, my love," he muses, pulling you into a tight hug before saying, "how much did you see?" 

"like right before the squirting. it's very..." you're not sure what to say, really. maybe, just maybe, you need to change your underwear, but you don't want to be weird about it. you're sure he's heard weird, and beyond weird, but you want to maintain composure in front of his coworkers. you give him a tight smile, resting your hand on his pulsing bicep. "just makes me think things." 

"maybe we should add 'thought-provoking' to the list of labels for the company," he jokes, taking a sip of water while winking at you. "you're a genius, baby." 

you're giggling along with him, opening your mouth to continue the joke when two tanned arms reach from behind him to cross in an X over his chest. a head peeks from behind him, and she's immediately unmistakable to you. 

it's his current scene partner, who is also the girl from the video you watched earlier today. the one eager for his come, whining for him to make a mess of her face while letting him beat his dick on her tongue. you think back to all of the videos you've seen her in where she's with mike. she always comes the hardest working with him, and vice versa. something about it makes you sick. 

she's smiling at his cheek, eyes focused on his as he turns his glance towards her. her arms get tighter around him and you notice how she gets closer, pressing her front tighter against his back. "caught your breath?" 

"you know i always do," she brags, licking at her canines as her stare moves to you, looking you up and down with snarky scrutiny. "casting department's starting to slack." 

you shrink, feeling so small that you don't feel like you're interrupting something anymore. you might as well just not be there, and you're about to sink into pitiful posture when mike snarls, "hey, watch yourself. y/n, this is amelie, and li, this is y/n, my girlfriend. i told you about her." the sound of mike saying the nickname turns to bile in your throat, searing you on the way down and keeping you from speaking.

amelie gives you a blank expression now, standing beside mike with no qualms at being fully naked in front of a stranger. "y/n, y/n...not ringing any bells," she places her hands on her hips, tossing her dark, sex-tousled hair over her collarbones. "sorry."

you don't know why you're daunted by her; you're usually daunted by no one, and able to speak up for yourself when people are acting catty. this time, you can't help but be unnerved by her perfection, or how close she is to it. perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect boobs...

"i'm kidding," amelie's smooth, beguiling voice rips you from your thoughts, and you're gasping for something to say when she continues, "he's shown me endless pictures, and knows that i think you're gorgeous." her tone picks up the tiniest bit as she quips, "my eyes are up here, by the way." she's throwing you off, frustrating you in so many ways and you're just stammering with mike looking between the two of you.

"i'm sorry---"

"it's really fine. millions of people have seen them, everyone's always thirsty for more of me and chase cox..." she drags the end of her sentence out as she runs the tips of her long, cherry red nails along the back of mike's neck, ending in a laugh.

"'mike schmidt' isn't a porn name, we already had this conversation." 

"neither is chase cox, if we're being real," they launch into a chitchat, and you once again feel like you're intruding. there's no denying that they have insane chemistry, but it still rips at you;  you're aware of them having an entire moment in front of you, complete with the body language and glances and suddenly, you don't care about their connection. mike was your boyfriend, and it didn't matter what she said or did. they'd made so many videos together, yet, every night he came home to you, and not her. 

"yeah, well you're still moaning chase when you come," 

"because i can't dox you like that--"

you clear your throat noisily, gaining their attention with an eyeroll, and amelie observes you and your curled lip with recognition of your game. she didn't expect you to have bite, not with the way you look now. you're not the assertive, 'take-no-shit' girl from the pictures mike showed her. she thinks you're merely a hint of that, and that it completely evaporates when someone lights a fire under your ass, but maybe she's wrong for once. "watched a bunch of your stuff. it was really good, you're talented." 

"thanks," her gratitude is dry and bitchy, and you're about to say more when a PA calls a two minute warning and she squints her eyes into slits at you. "hope you're ready to see a lot more of me." she uses mike's shoulder to pivot with a sly smirk, sauntering back to the now wiped down leather couch, ripples coursing through her ass with every step. 

you look to mike with astonishment, wondering where he's been during this whole thing, and who that girl is, and if she's genuine bad news or simply one of those callous girls that guys love to chase.

mike had defended you, sure, but he'd gotten captured too. what if she's indoctrinating him some--

"she's nice," you blurt, stopping yourself from the overthinking you'd resorted to. you needed to be nice to yourself. you deserved this, deserved everything you had with mike. nothing was taking that away from you, and you could feel secure in that. mike would reassure you.

he does, saying, "isn't she?" with a snicker. "don't worry about her, okay? it's her personality, and she does everyone like that, so she's not just targeting you. ignore her, and if you don't like the small jokes either, i can tell her to knock it off. whatever you want. also, lunch after i wrap?" 

you nod your head, about to say something again when the PA announces that it's time for shooting to start back up. mike gives you a fat kiss on the lips as he drops his towel into a director's chair next to you, and makes his way back over to amelie folded on the couch. her knees are by her chin at a filthy angle, and she's using a squeeze bottle with a tapered tip to squeeze shiny lube all over her clit and both holes. 

mike watches, rubbing his hand all through it to spread it around. amelie bites at her lip as he does, staring up at him with eyes that are filled with unadulterated lust, and he uses the leftover lube on his dick, stroking the slippery surface as he gets harder and harder in his hand. 

the director asks them if they're ready, and when they both answer yes, she says, "okay, we're gonna go insertion, sink in, wait five for the kiss, and go from there. alright...rolling...action." 

amelie flicks her eyes to you in a leer, winking at you like mike did earlier as he plunges into her sopping wet walls. her head falls back against the couch while she outstares you, open-mouthed moans transitioning into "cockdrunk" laughs that you know are calculated.  

you begin to chug your bottle of water, deliberately ogling her in return. you were down with playing a game for two, but not for long. 

lord. the hell i've gone through to get this up /: lmao i need to go to bed. things are about to heat up, so prepare yourselves for what's next to come!

faire's seedlings ✿

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[shaisuki]

So..

I read this writing once where Sukuna and Yuji (twin, like Sukuna isn't in Yuji's body) using the aphrodisiac to the reader and manhandling her. I forgot how the story goes but it's basically how they both were away from the reader for a mission and missing her so much but neither of them wanting to reach out to her because they had an argument before(forgot what they were fighting about 💀). Somehow they both went feral for missing her touch, voice, etc and that leads to using the aphrodisiac on her because she's stubborn and trying to deny the tension when they both seeing her to make up for their mistake.

I've forgotten about this but i try my best to remember.

I don't know how to type and describe shit and there might be spelling errors cuz English ain't my first and i hope you can understand it. AND PLEASE, i love your writing so much like I'll be barking and all.😭

𝗔𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗗

FT. TWIN! ITADORI YUUJI AND SUKUNA RYOUMEN

content warnings: twin brothers! yuuji and sukuna, dubcon, aphrodisiacs , biting, double penetration, anal, fingering, bite marks, blood, fondling, bits of manhandling, usage of nicknames, sukuna is sukuna.

notes. i apologize it took so long. i hope this one did justice to your request. thank you again for the support!

synopsis: an argument took place before they are sent for a mission and now, they are back. working for the forgiveness of their beloved girlfriend they only know how to please.

“don't be so stubborn, princess.”

a scoff and you turning your back from them is the only response they received from you. from yuuji's view he can see the pout visible in your face and he sighs. the younger twin shoots a "it's-your-fault" look at his older twin and he retaliates with an annoyed glare.

he was adding gasoline to the fire from an argument far long gone forgotten after the mission they were sent and you were still troubled from it.

the silence are killing them and everytime when they come back from a mission you always greet them with a smile and shower them with kisses. telling them how much you've missed them and they were pampered by you. the hottest of make out sessions and them fondling your soft body while engaged in some grinding that left you breathless and it's not like they are going to be rewarded for now.

the tension heavy in the air and the drawing of breaths can be heard. an exasperated sighs from yuuji and the clicking of tongue coming from sukuna in annoyance and that whine leave from your mouth. no one wants to address the elephant in the room and you were just equally stubborn as them. this won't end well.

the younger pink-haired sorcerer cracks first. shuffling in the room and getting seated in front of you where you sat in the side of the bed. he tentatively touches your cheeks and when you didn't flinch only avoiding his gaze. yuuji's gaze softens. finding you so adorable and he would be lying if he didn't like you all this pouty at him.

“talk to us please.” raising your head to look in his eyes but you remained to be stubborn. oh no. yuuji knows how difficult it is when you're sulking and in desperate need of attention. he eyes the bags of souvenirs laid in the floor. the contents are chosen according to what you may like and to their tastes. always been effective to win you affection but now, it is not.

he glances at his twin with a annoyed expression in his tattooed face and is clearly impatient in coaxing you to open up with them. he looks back at you and his gaze lowering below to your face. itadori gulps. a thin sheet of sweat glazing in his skin from the mere sight of your clothed body in front of him. it's been a week since he got a taste of you and he's been dying to get a taste.

the swell of your chest in your shirt and the pudge of your stomach straining your shirt and your creamy thighs peeking in that short, he don't think he's going to last. depraved of what he's been desiring for days. his cock straining uncomfortably in his pants.

desperate times calls for desperate measures. you leave him with no choice if you're not going to talk it out with him.

your hand are curled in his uniform while your other hand is being held by him. kissing your cheek until it descends to your neck and finding the pulse in your neck. “no...” you softly whined and it makes his cock throb more. normally, yuuji would apologize but not this time. biting your neck gently but enough to draw blood and he began to inject you with small amounts of aphrodisiacs. unbeknownst to you mistaking it only as nipping on your skin. it is but it's different.

he hears you gasp, “what are you doing, yuuji?” you asked him and weakly pushing him away. the younger twin only kisses the bite mark. murmuring, “apologizing.” kissing the skin under your jaw and nibbling on the skin there. “i won't accept it.” he hums and you feel another pair of hands snaking around you.

a deep growl coming from behind you. “then accept it, brat.” sukuna takes out on you. frustrated and annoyed with this little charade you are on. you can't even read the room of how they both longed for you after a week of being in a mission and only you for act this way. depraved of what they sought and he's far from nice to deal with this unlike his twin who has done all to get to your good graces.

“—kuna!” you yelp, almost jumping if not for the older twin's vice grip on you. two of his sharp canines pricking at your delicate soft skin. blood making way to outside as exchange for the small lethal doses of liquid aphrodisiac he secretes from his fangs. it mixes in your blood and he sucks on the blood trickling in your neck. he might done it hard but he wasn't the one to worry about it knowing you can take it.

“it hurts.” you complained. squirming away from him but sukuna only holds your arms down. “oh it won't, got you in me and it will feel good, princess.” biting your neck again and he smirk in triumphant as he watches you unconsciously rub your creamy thighs together. squishing and doubling in size. “quit watchin’ brat or i'll have her myself.” threatening his younger twin whose dead staring at you. sukuna rolls his eyes. thinking he could have a cuck for a younger brother.

wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth. the bed dips from his added weight. “you'll feel good okay.” holding your round cheeks before kissing you.

yuuji was always a messy kisser. sloppy and wet and kind of lewd that leaves you wanting for more. lips locking and licking each other's tongue was his favorite. “hmm—more, yuuji....kiss me more.” you say in between kisses. catching his tongue and sucking the pink muscle in your own. a slight blush coating his cheeks. eyes half lidded from how good you kisses when you're turned on and being needy. the aphrodisiac taking effect and turning your thoughts into a mush.

while you and yuuji sucks each other's faces. sukuna busies himself by ripping your shorts along with your panties. grabbing your thighs and prying it open to accommodate his hands. fingers spreading apart your chubby pussy lips and rubbing your slit eliciting a moan from you. “you like your pussy being played, hah — brat?” sukuna mocks. you nodded while still kissing his twin. annoyed from your brief response, he slaps your pussy making you jolt. effectively disconnecting your lips with yuuji. “yes, suku! love when you play my pussy.” you moaned out. sukuna grabs your jaw moving it to the side to meet his lips. swallowing your moans whole and without missing a beat. two of his thick fingers plunged inside your dripping hole. simultaneously pumping inside and out and his thumb circling your clit.

“you're going to cum, aren't you. nasty brat.” sukuna tuts. your pussy squelches with your juices dripping from how fast he was pumping his thick fingers inside you. his lips finding the juncture of your neck. your skin is trapped between his teeth and your body tenses, shaking when he plunges his fingers deep. “s-suku!” you scream. gripping his arm when he bit you and the orgasm you're currently recovering from.

he pulls his thick digits out from you. drenched in your juices. “suck.” he orders you and you opened your mouth obediently. sucking his digits and swirling your tongue around them. moaning at your taste from his fingers.

itadori removes his clothing one by one until he's only clad in his boxer. his bulge pressing uncomfortably and aching for it to be taken care of. nerves tingling from anticipation and he can barely wait to sink his teeth to you.

you smell heavenly.

both of your bodies glistening in sweat while you sweetly moan above him. his cock deep inside your asshole after stretching and prepping you to accommodate his girthy length. the soft rolls of your back, a contrast to his hard muscles while his hips moves upward rutting deep inside your asshole. his hands holding both your creamy thighs open wide to welcome his older twin's cock inside your pussy.

“does it feel good?” yuuji whispers to you, licking the shell of your ear. “why are you asking her, you fool.” sukuna interrupts him. a cocky smirk in his lips. watching as your face turns into a cock drunk whore. “of course, it feels good. see how our stubborn princess turns obedient once she gets our cocks.” his gaze locked at you. noting of the tears rolling down from the corners of your eyes from how they were fucking you.

grunts can be heard from the younger twin and his older twin continues to pound the tight hole of your cunt. large palms closing in a tight grip to the softness of your waist.

your vision is blurry from the tears pooling in your lids. you're glad that you can still even produce a sound from how many times they fucked your holes. your body is sore and yet it continues to burn for more. putting you in many different positions where your back is forced to arch more while you suck the other twin off, taking a pounding from behind but you can never get enough of the feeling of their cocks drilling your insides. letting them stuff you with their seeds full until it drips and makes a mess out of you.

“please, please, please—g-going to cum again” you helplessly warned them of your upcoming orgasm. the tightness in your stomach beginning to come undone. “cum on my cock, you nasty brat. want me to praise you for that?” sukuna chuckles. roughly thrusting inside of you and yuuji follows the same rhythm of his twin's movements inside you.

it's so good. their cocks rubbing inside you. never felt so full in your life and you're going to be bred again and again. the vein running in sukuna's cock hitting your clit over and over again. adding to that pleasure that you don't want to end.

you cum screaming for both of their name. the same time they roughly shoved their cocks inside you to fill you to the brim of their thick cum.

you lay there panting. both of the twins pulling their still semi-hard cock. sukuna admires the cum flowing both out of your used holes. scooping them using his fingers and pushing them back. “how much can you take, huh.” sukuna commented, nose flaring a bit and he caught the scent of your body still wanting to get stuffed both of them. he gave his younger twin a knowing look. yuuji who was peppering kisses all over your skin.

it looks like they're not going to stop until the aphrodisiac wears off and until you accepted their apology.

[gooppoo]

oh.my.god. imma need u to elaborate a bit more on the jake’s hair pulling kink thing because i’m literally going feral that was way too good

REST ASSURED YOUR PRAYERS HAVE BEEN HEARD

tugging along: extended.

part 1

part 3

Requests Closed!

mdni.

warnings: same old same old, Jake is a lil pervy tbh...

It was a petty thing to do.

When Jake was on earth, he thought he had done stupid things to get his dick wet.

But this?

This was stupid.

Upon returning to his hammock, he quickly cleaned himself of the embarrassing mess he had made, and began to undo the braids. Almost immediately! The gel was still drying, and his scalp was still tingly and tender. How could he?

All because you tugging on his hair a little bit had him cumming like he never imagined. He was willing to accept how insane this was.

Next he washed his hair, cleaning it of the products and the kinkiness of the braids. Just out of curiosity he mildly pulled at his hair, but his body wouldn't let himself inflict that level of pleasurable pain.

He needed you!

And from there he devised a plan. One to have him crawling back and between your legs and under the intensity of your nimble fingers. Excuse after excuse would work for now, until you became suspicious.

He exercised this plan by waiting a few days and offering to go on a hunting trip. Upon his return, he made an appearance and you clicked your tongue at his hair.

"What have you done? Don't you remember how much you were crying?"

He rolled his eyes, "Listen, just fix it again. Had to take 'em out to go hunting so you could eat."

You crossed your arms, "I 'fixed' your hair so you could go hunting. If you take them out, I will not braid your hair again."

Oh no. This wasn't part of the plan!

"Sure." He nodded curtly, reworking some details in his mind.

Again, he was between your legs and ready for the session to begin. Already he was growing hard in anticipation. How was he going to keep this scheme up?

You began to comb out his hair, tugging out some of the knots and his head in the process making his dick twitch.

"Shit..." he began to grumble.

You smacked his head, "I do not want to hear it. You did this to yourself."

He huffed and shuffled his hips. To you, he seemed irritable, but you couldn't be further from the truth. Completely oblivious to Jake gripping his knees to keep himself from touching his aching, leaking length.

The braiding began, just as it did the time before, only this time you were careful to be tender. Jake could take what he got, whimpering when the hair got tangled near the ends and you had to work out the knots with your fingers.

"Fuck - auuhn-"

"Shut it."

He wish he could. By why would he?

Below his waist he had his legs pulled up to his chest to hide his desperate cock. It was weeping onto the material of his loincloth, creating a damp spot of pre-cum. He felt so gross. It was exhilarating.

Every mewl, grunt, and swear went under your radar, soon ignoring it all together. Insulting him every time he complained like a child was just as tiring as braiding his hair for an unnecessary second time.

"Oh Jesus."

His head had hung forward too far and to keep him in the right position you jerked his head back by one of his braids.

"Huuuunngh."

That, did not go under your radar.

Immediately you stopped, feeling Jake release his full weight between your thighs.

"What was that...?"

Slightly out of breath he turned to meet your bewildered expression.

"What was that noise you just made?"

There was a flicker of embarrassment in his eyes before it turned to defensiveness, "You're pulling my goddamn head around, what else do you want me to do? Hm?" When one of your brows rose, he faced forward.

Unable to see his expression, he bit down on his lip and swore himself internally. There was cum leaking down his thigh and tainting his garment.

Hesitantly, you finished his hair, noticing the shift in his responses to shaky sighs and even miserable yelps. You didn't hesitate to push him away from you and up onto his feet.

It didn't take a genius to observe his closed-off body language, "Thanks," he tried to play it cool.

"Turn around."

He froze.

"What?"

"I said, turn around." You challenged.

Again, he tried to play it off as if you were overthinking, "Ah- no, whatever you're thinking, think again." He began to awkwardly shuffle away.

"You came, didn't you?"

It was like he slammed into a wall -- he even stumbled. His silence was all the answer you needed.

"Yes."

[lomltrentarnold]

strawberry lipgloss — jude bellingham ₊˚ෆ

ও hana’s notes : holiday jude blurb cause im feral after that photo dump 🫶 so sorry for any grammatical errors </3

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“You ready, love?”

Jude’s voice echoed the room, you could hear his footsteps nearing closer to the bathroom from where you stand.

“5 more minutes!” you yelled out, struggling to put on your mascara.

You could hear his laugh booming at your answer, “You said that 10 minutes ago, babe.”

You ignored his remark as you were to focused on your task in hand. Not noticing the familiar figure of your boyfriend standing in the entryway of the door. His soft eyes stuck on you, completely in awe. He thinks you’re the prettiest. With your hair perfectly framing your face, your eyes shining under the bathroom light and your lips looking oh so kissable. He wonders what flavour lip balm you’re wearing.

Jude walked over to you, looming behind your frame as he kept his eyes on your reflection at the mirror in front of you. You jumped a bit after feeling Jude’s cold hands resting on your hip, your shirt riding up a bit at your movement that made him squeeze your sides when your skin touched.

“Ya scared me.” you laughed, relaxing in his hold. You pick up your strawberry lip balm, putting it on, before clapping your hands together excitedly. “I’m ready!”you turned your body around, smiling up at him.

Jude could feel himself melting when he saw your sweet smile. What did he do to deserve you?

“What did I do to deserve you?” Jude slipped out, the words replaying inside his mind and he just can’t hold it back.

You laughed, and Jude’s heart squeeze at the sound. “So sappy.” you softly hit his chest, kissing his cheek.

Jude was so enamoured by you, he didn’t even feel the shining lip stain that was now on his cheek. You giggled when you realised, moving to wipe it away. Your gaze involuntarily dropped down to his lips, as you planted a soft peck on them.

Before you could back away, Jude’s hand went behind your neck, tilting your head up to kiss you deeper. Your hands went to wrap around his waist.

You both broke apart, heavy breaths mingling with glazed eyes and love struck expressions, hands softly gripping the other for support.

A notification pinged from your phone making you glance at it, you read the text before looking at Jude, “We need to go, our friends are already there.” you breathed out, still trying to catch your breath from the make out session two seconds ago.

Jude shrugged his shoulders, hand at your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, “5 more minutes.” he whispered, before crashing his lips with yours.

Now he knows what flavour your lip balm is.

reblog for a kiss <3

[jellyfitzjelly]

May I request a NSFW prompt where non-tiefling female reader (crush) went to check on Zevlor in a rut but didn't know what's wrong. She offered to help from now on & confessed her feelings because she didn't want him to think it's out of pity?

I deviated a bit from the prompt, I hope that's okay! I ended writing about 3.8k of words about Zevlor in rut... I think I might unwell about this lol. Hoping you'll enjoy, anon!

From desire sprang delight | 3.8k words | NSFW | AO3

You feel excited as you make your way to the barracks to see Zevlor. You’ve been in love with him ever since you laid eyes on him at the Grove, though you’ve never admitted your feelings to him. You are too afraid to ruin the friendship you have built with him. You two have kept in touch after defeating the Elder Brain. You helped the old Hellrider settle into a new life in Baldur’s Gate. You know there will never be anything more between you two, but as long as he is happy, you are happy too. You greet him on the training grounds, but you immediately notice something is off. Zevlor looks uncomfortable, jittery and smelling of strong cologne and sweat. You wonder if he is sick, but he assures you he is fine. You start your biweekly sparring session. The old Hellrider is clearly distracted, so much so that for once you manage to get the upper hand for a short time before Zevlor inevitably gains his advantage back. Suddenly, the air thickens and his eyes seem to burn brighter as he pins you to the ground. You are overwhelmed with the scent of his sweat, but it surprisingly isn’t unpleasant. On the contrary, it seems to make heat pool in your belly. Your heart starts to pound as you gaze at the ex-Commander baring his teeth. He looks so…feral like this. Zevlor seems to snap out of his trance-like state and sharply pushes himself away from you like he’s been burned. You blink as you watch him get up, panting.

“Are you alright?” you ask with concern.

“Yes, yes,” he answers huskily. “I’m just more tired than I expected. I think we should stop there.”

You nod, a bit perplexed by what happened. You got into the changing rooms with him.

“You can go first, take your time,” the tiefling tells you. “I have some things to sort out before I can wash.”

He leaves you to strip. You undress and go inside the water room to quickly wash so you can help him with whatever chore he has. You come out and dress into the spare clothes you have brought, but you realize your dirty shirt is nowhere to be found. You look everywhere, puzzled, but you still can’t find it. You wonder if a servant took it for whatever reason. You decide to ask one of them in the nearby kitchen. On your way you pass by the storage room. You are stopped dead in your tracks by a noise coming from the room. You try to listen, and you hear something that sounds like a groan. You press your ear against the door and hear another groan. You wonder what’s happening. You quietly open the door a bit to take a peek and you are greeted by a shocking scene: Zevlor has his nose buried in the underarm of your dirty shirt, his pants down mid-thighs, as he fucks his fist. You stare, transfixed, at Zevlor’s cock. It’s large and ridged, the head wet with precum. The Hellrider moans, eyes closed, as he fucks his hand with desperation. You notice an odd swelling at the base of his sex, one that looks sensitive: when the tiefling squeezes it he lets out a loud moan he tries to swallow back. You look on as heat pools into your belly until it becomes unbearable. You slip a hand in your pants, finding your engorged clit. You gently give it circling strokes as you watch Zevlor snaps his hips into his fist.

“T–Tav!” he growls, his pace growing even more urgent.

It lights a fire inside you. You match the tiefling’s pace as you rub yourself, bucking your hips and wishing so badly it was your cunt Zevlor was fucking. You bite your lips as come silently, your clit pulsing under your touch as you watch Zevlor spills a seemingly endless stream of semen. His thighs are shaking with the strength of his orgasm. When hellfire eyes turn to look at you, you panic. You turn around and run back to the changing rooms with your heart thundering. Not long after, Zevlor arrives. His eyes widen when he sees you, and he gives a guilty look to your shirt which he’s been holding.

“Ah, you’re already out,” he says awkwardly.

He smells strongly of sweat, but somehow that just stirs your arousal again. Zevlor shifts on his feet, looking uncomfortable.

“I wanted to have your shirt washed, but I thought better of it,” he explains.

“Oh, I see,” you say.

A heavy silence settles between you.

“I should go home, I do not feel well,” Zevlor eventually says. “I’m afraid we’ll have to cancel our usual drinks and dinner.”

“Of course,” you answer. “You shouldn’t work if you are ill-taken. I’ll walk you back to–”

“No need!” he hurriedly interrupts you.

You blink, a bit hurt but also puzzled.

“I am sure you have plenty of things to do. Don’t worry about me,” the Hellrider assures you.

You smile and nod. You leave him, feeling conflicted. He has lit a fire of lust inside you, but you are also deeply concerned. Has he seen you? Have you destroyed your friendship? The prospect is terrifying to you. Yet you now know he desires you. What should you do? And what on earth is going on with Zevlor? Was he sick? Or just pent-up? It’s so unlike him to give in to his needs like this in the middle of the day… No, something’s wrong with him. He needs your help. You know how reluctant he is about asking for help. You need to find out what’s going on.

You realize you virtually know nothing about tiefling anatomy. You need to read up on it and you know exactly who to turn to: Rolan. If you are completely honest with yourself, you are also curious. You keep thinking about that odd swelling on Zevlor’s sex and you can’t help but wonder if this is normal for tieflings. You go to Ramazith’s Tower and ask Rolan for anatomy books on tieflings. He gives you the books you request with a look that makes you blush.

“May I ask why you are suddenly so interested in my kind’s bodies?”

“Oh, just…curiosity,” you half-lie, your cheeks burning.

“Nothing to do with Zevlor, I suppose?” Rolan smirks with a knowing smile.

You splutter, deeply embarrassed but also feeling like the young man knows something you don’t.

“He– He looks sick, I want to help him,” you finally manage to get out.

“Sure,” he snorts and leaves you to your reading.

You are deeply confused. You can hear Cal and Lia giggling somewhere in the tower, having probably heard your conversation. You decide to study the books rather than dwell on why you feel like the butt of the joke. Fortunately, you soon find out why you feel like it.

Zevlor is in rut.

Tiefling reproduction is different from humans’. At least once a year  they go through a period of intense fertility coupled with a strong sex drive. Males develop a ‘knot’ that ensure semen is not spilled out. If they are not mated, or do not act on their needs, they can become physically ill. Their sweat smells stronger during this period to signal their fertility to other tieflings. You suddenly understands why Zevlor smelled so strongly earlier. Your mind wanders then to him with his nose buried in the damp underarm of your dirty shirt as he jacked off. Does your sweat arouse him? It makes you shiver with arousal to think about it. Your heart also breaks: Zevlor is going through this plight all alone! You need to help him. You need to show him how bad you want his knot inside you. You want the Hellrider to claim you, to fill you. But…would he accept? Just because he wants your body doesn’t mean he wants you. Maybe…Maybe it’s just the rut talking. You shake your head. You mustn’t reason like this, you’ll only intimidate yourself out of seeing Zevlor. You need to go now and tell him your feelings. He needs help, whether he likes it or not! But first, you should prepare…

*

For probably the hundredth time today, Zevlor swears in Infernal as he spills once again into the waiting basin. He sags in the armchair he is sitting in, panting and cursing himself for his foolishness. He hasn’t had a rut in a few years with the amount of stress he had been under: the Descent, the travel to Baldur’s Gate, the Absolute, trying to settle in… He’s thankful Tav still wanted to talk to him after his terrible moment of weakness. She helped him find peace and build a new life.

Zevlor has been in love with her ever since their meeting at the Grove. A simple look from those enchanting eyes and he was smitten. He knows it would never be. Such an incredible young woman like her wouldn’t spare a second glance to an old man like him. Zevlor settled on having her friendship and he was happy with that. The Hellrider was content with what he had….until his rut came. After such a long time without it, his rut has come back with a vengeance. He hasn’t had such a strong rut since his youth. Work has been a torture this past week. Zevlor was a fool to think he could control himself in presence of Tav, he should have cancelled altogether their sparring session.  The aggression only heightened his arousal, and to have her under him, at his mercy… Watching gods, he almost lost control and kissed her at that point. Her intoxicating smell  was driving him up the wall. He ended up stealing her shirt when she went to bath to release some tension. He imagined fucking her, pushing his knot into her tight sex and filling her up. He felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed to do this at work, with Tav’s sweat-drenched shirt no less, but he couldn’t help himself. The worst in all this is that it backfired on him. Zevlor hopes the young woman will never know what he was doing with her shirt. Now he is home with only his hand to satisfy himself. It feels like some kind of twisted torture. No amount of release is enough to sate him. Zevlor knows having a partner would make things so much easier, but even the idea of going to the brothel displeases him. He cannot find it in himself to fuck someone while thinking of Tav.

A knock on the door echoes. The Hellrider groans, willing whoever this is to go away. There is another, more insistent knock on the door. Zevlor curses in Infernal under his breath, wondering who has decided to show up when he is so wrecked.

“Zevlor, can you hear me? Are you ok?” he hears Tav’s voice behind the door.

The Hellrider curses again. What is she doing here?! The gods are truly out to get him, it seems. There is a more urgent knock on the door and Zevlor finally gets up. He’s thankful he has gone soft again. He hurriedly throws on a shirt and some pants before striding to the door. He winces as he gets a whiff of his own sweat. He reeks. He opens the door and is greeted by the enchanting view of Tav in a summer dress. She looks beautiful like this with her hair up. He wants nothing more than to have her.

“Are you alright?” she asks with concern.

“Yes, yes, don’t worry,” he lies. “It is simply a minor cold. I’ll be back on my feet in a few days. You shouldn’t have come, I don’t want you to catch what I have.”

He prays to the gods she cannot smell the heavy scent of sex stuffing his place right now.

“But I can’t catch what you have,” she tells him like it’s obviousness itself.

Zevlor pales.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re in rut, Zevlor. You’re in pain and you need a mate.”

By the gods, no. It cannot be.

“You know?” he squeaks, panic overwhelming him.

“I saw you earlier. With my shirt,” she says, blushing bright red.

Zevlor is torn between kissing her and throwing himself down the stairs.

“I want to help you, Zevlor,” she continues.

“Out of the question,” he snaps.

He won’t have her pity. He can withstand anger or disgust, but not pity.

“You’re suffering! Let me help you! I can take it!”

“I said no!”

He tries to close the door, but she jams her foot against it. Damn woman. She never knows when to back down!

“Zevlor, I am not leaving,” she tells him sternly.

“I don’t want you,” the Hellrider lies.

“Oh yes, you do! And…And I want you too.”

Zevlor’s eyes widen at that.

“Look, I– I get it. You’re just attracted to me. I am fine with that. It’s alright if you don’t return my feelings, but I won’t let you say I am doing this out of pity!”

“Your feelings?” he blinks.

He gets a whiff of her perfume and he starts hardening immediately. Fortunately the young woman keeps her eyes on his face.

“I– I love you, Zevlor,” she stammers, getting beet red.

The old Hellrider finds her adorable like this. His desire surges forward like a tidal wave and he finds himself gripping her by the shoulders  claws digging into flesh. She looks at him with her wide doe eyes, and the tiefling has to fight to keep himself from kissing her.

“I need you, Zevlor,” she pleads, and Zevlor breaks.

He crushes her against him as he brings her into a searing kiss, letting her feel his hardness. She gasps into the kiss, grinding back against him. The ex-Commander drags her inside and closes the door. She’s back at his mouth immediately, hungry. He wraps his tail possessively around her thigh, brushing the tip against her crotch and making a sound in his throat when he discovers she doesn’t wear anything under her dress.

“You little tart,” Zevlor growls against her lips and immediately regrets it.

How can he disrespect her like this? His rut has made him lose his mind! Yet the young woman moans, rubbing herself on his tail. He can feel just how wet she is for him, and he loses all reason after this. All he is preoccupied about now is stretching that tight little cunt with his knot. He hoists her up and sits her on the armchair. He nips at her throat, mouths a clothed nipple and dives under her dress. He noses at her bush, breathing in deep her intoxicating scent. His knot pulses at the smell.

Later, he tells himself.

He spreads her folds, salivating at the enticing view in front of him. He all but gobbles up her clit and sucks on it. Tav squeals above him, arching up as her legs wrap around his head. His cock aches as he eats her out. He swipes his tongue lower for a taste. He recognizes the taste of lubricant right away. Arousal overwhelms him so much at the realization Tav took the time to get her hole soft and pliant for him that it has him almost orgasming on the spot. He slips a careful finger inside and finds her relaxed and slippery. He goes back to teasing her clit with his mouth. Tav bucks into him, making all sorts of sweet sounds that spread Zevlor’s control thin. He digs his claws into the supple flesh of her thighs as he comes up for air, unable to resist his instincts any longer. He crawls back up to kiss her, shoving his pants down and kicking them off before rubbing his cock against her vulva.

“Yes! Yes,” Tav moans, bucking against him.

Zevlor loses all control on himself when he hears her. He pushes her legs on the armrests and he breaches her with easiness. She keens all the same. The old Hellrider grabs her hips and pushes forward, enveloped by her heavenly heat. He has to stop for a bit, breathing through his nose to keep himself from spilling right now. Tav grabs him by the neck to bend him down so she can kiss him, nudging him with her hips. He resumes, his pace erratic and urgent. The young woman doesn’t seem to mind, far from it: she tightens around him every time his ridges rub her sweet spot. He thumbs her clit, spreading her wetness as he fucks her hard. She writhes and arches, her face a mask of ecstasy. He has to have her. He must have her. Gods, he cannot let her belong to another man. He tries to tell himself it’s just the rut talking, but he knows deep down that after this he won’t be able to deny himself. She’s his. Just like he is hers.

He feels his knot swelling, his need calling for him to claim her. He looks down, greeted by a view he will never forget: Tav, in the throes of pleasure, a strap down revealing her breast, her dress hiked up, her lovely neck flushed. He wants nothing more than to keep her like this for the rest of his days, drunk on the pleasure his cock gives her. He pushes forward, his knot catching on her entrance. Tav moans brokenly, shoving herself down on it. Zevlor pushes and pushes and pushes, breathless with need.

He chokes when his knot slips inside. The young woman constricts around him, and that is the end for him. His release crashes over him like a storm. He moans high and loud as he fills her up. Beneath him, Tav cries out as she shakes with her orgasm, clawing at him. They stay like this for he knows not how long, mind blank as the pleasure tears him apart and stitches him back together. He slumps forward, resting his forehead against the armchair just above Tav’s head.

“We need to do it again,” she wheezes, panting.

“My next rut is in a year,” he chuckles with disbelief.

“I meant I want to do it again today.”

Zevlor’s eyes widen, shocked. Tav smiles widely at him, blushing. Gods, she’s beautiful. His back starts to pain him though, so he hoists her up again. She whimpers, tightening around his knot and Zevlor sees stars for a few seconds. He walks to the bed and lies down on it so Tav can rest on his chest.

“The advantage when you are old and decrepit like me is that your knot goes down much faster than if you’re young,” he tells her with a smile.

She looks at him, stern. It makes his cock twitch.

“Zevlor, you are not old or decrepit.”

She tries to shift, likely to sit up but she finds the knot still stuck inside her. She settles on glaring at him. The old Hellrider finds himself struck with fondness. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as he smiles tenderly.

“I didn’t even tell you if I return your feelings or not,” he tells her gently.

She scoffs.

“I know you love me too. I actually can’t believe it took me this long to realize you liked me. You look at me like I’m Sharess herself.”

Zevlor splutters, reddening. He truly did not expect her to be this cheeky…or to have guessed correctly.

“I could say the same of you,” he shoots back. “Why in the nine Hells do you not fancy a young man your age?”

“Why would I when you’re right here?” she chuckles and gods, all he wants is to kiss her.

She shifts and his cock slips out of her, his knot having deflated enough. Zevlor grunts. Tav looks with wonder at his sex.

“Don’t worry, being hard for this long is normal with tiefling,” he tells her.

“Oh, I wouldn’t know either way,” she shrugs as she sits up and take off her dress. “It’s my first time.”

“What?!” Zevlor shouts, sitting up with alarm.

“Relax!” she laughs as if it’s a light matter. “I meant I never had sex. I got plenty of experience with myself…if you see what I mean. I am no blushing maiden.”

She eyes his cock with something akin to hunger. She idly wraps her fingers around the tip still wet from the lubricant and her fluids. Zevlor whimpers from the contact.

“I want to taste you,” she suddenly says.

Before the ex-Commander can answer, Tav grabs his knot and bows down to swallow him down. He’s left scrambling for purchase as she wraps her tongue around his ridges and squeezes his knot  She’s clearly not inexperienced.

“I– I thought you were a virgin,” he moans as he tangles a hand in her hair.

Gods, it felt so good.

“Blowjobs don’t count as sex,” she smirks before swallowing him down from tip to knot.

Zevlor shouts, tensing up as he watches his lover deep throating him. He swears in Infernal as he throws his head back. His thighs are starting to quiver with his impending release when Tav lets him go. She straddles him and rubs her vulva against his sex.

“Wait–” he pants, but she plants her gaze into his and lowers herself onto his cock.

Zevlor watches her cunt swallows him, his semen and her fluids making obscene squelching noises. He bites his lips as he digs his claws into her hips, trying hard to stay still while she slowly impales herself on his cock. She fucks herself slow and careful, hands above her head holding her hair as she scrunches up her nose in concentration. The old Hellrider devours her with his eyes, taking in her beautiful naked body. As she picks up her pace she lowers herself on him. He runs a hand down her back as she works herself on his cock. Suddenly Tav grabs him by the horns as she bears down on him. Zevlor keens. The young woman is above him arms stretched, holding onto his horns as she fucks herself on his cock. Her breasts swings with her thrusts and the tiefling watches, mesmerized, before capturing one in his mouth. He sucks hard, making his lover keen as her entrance catches on his knot.

“Fuck– You’re so big,” she whimpers as she’s taking him in.

They both shout when Zevlor’s knot locks into place inside Tav, both coming at the same time. When she slumps onto his chest, he wraps his arms around her.

“Are you alright?” he croaks, trying to catch his breath.

His lover hums dazedly, clearly on her way to sleep. He pets her hair with fondness. She deserved some rest after making him the happiest man in the world. This is going the best rut he’s had in decades, he smiles to himself.

[onlyyvette]

★ DAY 4 - breeding | grimlock

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom grimlock + cybertronian reader + heat cycles + breeding + robo tits + feral behavior + kind of dub-con since grimmy is in heat + public sex + you guys literally frag in the hallways of the ark + grimlock needs to get dicked down NOW + yes i do enjoy mechpreg sue me

a/n: Idk why but grimlock just awakens something in me; also this would most likely take place in the g1 show but i love using idw grimlock's design and character

Another day that Grimlock was stuck on this stupid planet with it's stupid rocks, and it's stupid fleshlings, and of course, stupid Decepticons. And least, but definitely not last, this cursed heat-cycle from the Slagmaker himself.

Heat-cycles weren't typically too big of a problem for most Cybertronians. They were short periods of time where mechs charge soar to unbelievable heights once every few years, usually satiable by heat-repressants or a good session of marathon sex. Usually the first option was chosen, the second method being better suited for two or more mechs in heat that are able to keep up with each other. Even when none of those options were available, it's only the first day or two that are the worst, the heat enough to make a mech pounce on someone. Still, locking yourself in a habsuite with enough energon is an easy fix. But despite how relatively easy it is to deal with a heat-cycle, Grimlock just couldn't shake his off.

Grimlock first realized his heat was was approaching when he was "sparring" with another mech. In actuality, he was just working off some steam and chose the closest poor shmuck to help him out. When he barreled into his opponent and knocked them flat onto the ground, instead of letting up, he stayed leaning into them, heavily panting as he suddenly felt dizzy and...hot. It was when Grimlock realized the he was panting and damn near about to rut against the mech he abruptly got up and excused himself. Of course, without actually saying excuse me of course.

Grimlock immediately made a beeline to the medbay. He usually enjoyed his heats when he had potential partners, but the desolate planet he was stuck just made him want to completely get rid of that extra charge. He downed all the heat suppressants that Ratchet gave him and went about his merry day before that same sensor-clogging hit him again. But he already took the suppressants! While it made no sense to him why his heat was still persisting despite the medicine was beyond him, but he was quickly beginning to forget about that train of thought when the fog started to cloud over his mind...fuck he was so horny.

Grimlock could feel his array heating up, his spike throbbing as it begged to be released from its confinements and his valve lips drooling, already puffy without even touching them. Maybe he could just release his panel really quick and just sneak a servo under his array and touch his needy valve. Just a little bit though! Just enough to get rid of this annoying charge and...

Before Grimlock even noticed it, he was fingering open his valve, forcing his blunt digits into the dripping wet heat between his thighs. "Mmhhhghh...hahhh..." Grimlock panted heavily, continuing to thrust into his valve, hitting whatever nodes he could find. He whined, thinking about how shameful it was for him to be fucking himself on his digits right in the hallway of the Ark but it was oh-so-hard for him to linger on that though because of the dizzying heat clouding his senses. The dinobot began to slide down the wall he was leaning on for support because of how weak his legs were, yet his servo never left his array.

"Haahh--Ahh! Ghh..." Grimlock's moans became more vocal as he began to reach his high. By now, Grimlock was face down, his aft in the air trembling while his digits continued to pump themselves in and out his sensitive valve. His frame was running so hot and his processor couldn't even begin to worry about how mortifying his predicament was--he just wanted someone to help him out dammit!

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You were walking down one of the many hallways in the ark after coming back from a sparring session with another bot. Your frame was aching from the bruises you got but it was a pretty decent excursion. As you were making your way to your habsuite, you caught a whiff of a sweet, tantalizing smell. Instead of making your mouth water, it made your array feel tight. For some odd, unknown reason, you decided to follow the smell, heavy pedes picking up with speed as you went.

Before you could see what was happening, you could hear the sound of rasping moans and slight squelching sounds. Who in their right mind would be self servicing out in the open like that? Despite the question filling your mind, you turned the corner and were met with one of the most beautiful images your optics had ever laid eyes on.

There was Grimlock, powerful and fearless leader of the dinobots, writhing on the floor as he shoved four of his digits into his sopping valve, aft swaying as he let out pathetic mewls and low growls. Suddenly, his EM field enveloped you, pulsing messages of want/need/please/pleasepleaseplease-- The poor mech was a mess. The moment you saw him, you could feel your spike immediately pressurize with a thunk against your spike panel. You couldn't help it! What else were you supposed to do when one of the most attractive Cybertronians you had ever met was in heat, desperate for spike.

The moment Grimlock noticed your presence, he slowed down his digits pushing into his valve and spread his legs wider, a more inviting position. When he made a low whining sound and swayed his hips again, your patient broke and your spike released itself.

As soon as your spike pressurized, Grimlock took the opportunity to lift himself off the floor swiftly and tackle you to the ground so he was sitting on top of you. Now you were no small bot, you were nearly Grimlock's size but you were so caught up in admiring your superior's frame that he caught you off balance. In all honesty, even if you did know what he was going to do, you still would have let him. "Fffrag...frag me..." The arousal was practically dripping from the dinobot's words. He rolled his hips into you, rubbing his bare valve on the underside of your spike, wordlessly begging you to fuck him and a sad attempt to stop himself from just dropping down onto your length.

You groaned as the nodes on your spike brushed against Grimlock's plush, wet valve. You still couldn't fully believe the sight before your optics. Maybe that was the reason why you felt frozen in place while the dinobot helplessly rubbed his valve raw on your spike. Surprisingly, even in his heat-addled mind, Grimlock still wanted his partner to be okay with his advances. Finally though, you lifted him up with your servos on his waist, positioning him right above your spike.

It all went too quick when Grimlock lifted up his huge, crimson thighs and lowered himself onto your thick spike. "Graahh-- HaaAH! Ah! Mnghhh!" Grimlock threw his head back and immediately began bouncing on your spike. His greedy valve clung to your spike with every miniscule movement, as if it didn't want your length to exit his valve for a moment. "Hahh, Grimlock! Fuck..." You gripped his hips even tighter and took control, thrusting into the mech's warm valve, releasing howls of pleasure from said mech. He didn't even realize it, but by now, Grimlock's chestplates parted, revealing the soft protometal hidden within. His tits were large and heavy, a beautiful matte black color to them. He wasn't producing any energon, but it's not like that was going to stop you.

You immediately latched onto one of Grimlock's nozzles with your mouth, nipping it softly. The moment you did that, Grimlock fucking whimpered, holding onto your helm and pushing his refineries into your face. As you suckled on his tit, you could finally feel his heat affecting your own thoughts. All you could think about at that moment was fucking him hard and filling him up with your transfluid, sparking him up and repeating the process all over again. You let out a small growl at the thought of breeding the mech and bit down on his nozzle hard, causing the poor mech to spit out staticky moans. "I'm gonna fill you up... fill you with-- ah!-- m-my sparklings... make sure you know they're mine." You didn't even realize hat you were speaking but Grimlock clearly did, since he reacted to your possessive words with a loud keen.

The moment you finally his his ceiling node, he keened, practically hugging your helm as he overloaded hard. You weren't done with him though. You pushed him to the ground and flipped him over onto his stomach and lifted his aft up. It wasn't easy to manhandle such a big mech, but his dizzied state from his heat made it easier. When it finally hit Grimlock that he was empty, he whined and wiggled his hips a bit but you held him in place and pushed into him once more.

"Guuhh, uuhnGGH! F-fragg, HaAHH!" Grimlock let out sinful groans as your spike kept filling him up. You really were he perfect mech for him. With every thrust, you spike rammed into his ceiling node, threatening to force open his gestation seal and fucking a sparkling into him. And he would love every fucking moment of it. With every drag of your spike against his walls, he let out howls of pleasure that you were sure everyone in the Ark could hear. But by this point, you couldn't care less; you were too busy fucking the mech under you to have any shame at the moment. All you knew was that something inside of you was screaming at you to fill the dinobot up with your spike and transfluid and make sure it stayed in there. By now, Grimlock had overloaded twice, his hazy mind unsure of exactly when his second overload had hit him, yet his charge never left his frame. Still, all he wanted was for you to already overload in him, spill your transfluid into his needy hole and make him beg for even more.

When you finally overloaded into Grimlock's hungry valve, you barely even registered it, not slowing down a beat as your transfluid flooded the mech's valve. He immediately felt your transfluid hit the edges of his tank as you filled him up over and over again. When did he even open his gestation seal again? Not like i mattered anyway, because you were still pounding his valve like your life depended on it. A distant part of his mind wished that you had a knot, mod or natural. Oh how he wished you had a fat knot to shove into his tight hole and keep you inside of him so none of your transfluid would spill...

At last, you finally slowed down a bit, pushing your spike in and out of Grimlock's valve at a much steadier pace. You could feel your transfluid and his lubricants flowing past his puffy valve lips and you truly believed that Grimlock was satisfied. He had been railed so hard he nearly saw Primus himself and was absolutely stuffed full with all your transfluid. As you eventually came to a stop and began, reluctantly, withdrawing your spike from his wet heat, Grimlock let out a low whine. "N-no...don't pull out...I want more. Please." He sounded so needy and pathetic and with the way that he kept rubbing his aft back on your crotch made you unable to reject him. If Grimlock was fully aware of his pitiful behavior, he would have wanted to snuff out your spark and anyone else who could have heard the two of you. But for now, all he he knew was that you began to push your spike into him once more and he was going to be fucked full again. Probably not for the last time.

[softcitrus2345]

Teehee I went just a bit feral with the last two prompts if you couldn't tell- 18. Fortune - Amari once again has something to say about Matt's eating habits, what a surprise XD 19. Control - Damien and Vanessa having a soft 'n' spicy stuffing session~ ;p 20. Bloodsucker - After Damien finishes all the food, it's Vanessa's turn for a little something sweet~ They're both enjoying it don't worry XP I am literally so ace yall I have no idea where this burst of kinky energy came from but I'm all for it honestly- This was really fun, I hope yall like 'em too >;3c

[mantamind]

I wanna fuck you like an animal

Character: Portgas D. Ace Reader: gender neutral, no anatomy description Word Count: 1.3k CW: explicit, n.sfw, established relationship, protected sex, slight possessivness?, masturbation, using 'cock' and 'dick' to describe male genitalia

Synopsis: You find Ace in your room on moby dick. When suddenly dazed passion turns to feral love making

A/N: english is not my first language also this is the first smut I ever wrote. I thought about this scenario while I went on a walk and I actually liked it a lot. So I figured I should try to write it down as good as I can so I can share it with you. I think this is worthy of being my first tumblr story/post.

MDNI (Minors do not interact)

There he is, on your bed, naked, panting. All he can do is think of you as he runs his hand up and down his dick. Occasionally teasing the tip or massaging his balls. He gently guides his other hand over his defined torso and plays with his nips. His eyes shut in bliss as he let's the back of the other hand rest on his forehead.

You didn't plan to peek through the bullseye in the door while he was clearly enjoying his alone time on another sunny and busy day on board of the moby dick. All you wanted was to rest in your room after you finished your duties. However you can't deny that the sight of Ace pleasuring himself is incredibly hot and sexy. The way his hands skillfully trail over his body stimulating evey spot that absolutely get him going. His expression is lewd and and sinful. His skin looks like it's glowing as the thin layer of sweat reflects the light that's shining through the bullseye.

You can feel yourself getting aroused by the sight of your boyfriend. You quietly open the door and step inside as not to startle the boy who is clearly not aware of the situation he is in. Slowly you step towards your bed.

"Ace." You say softly more like a realisation then actually calling him.

He acknowledges your voice and tilts his head to face you, opening his eyes slightly. Ace is a shameless person so your sudden presence doesn't detain him from continuing his ministration. His lust driven mind doesn't allow him to gather a thought for a reply. Instead he just looks at you in awe. You take in all of him as he is spread out in front of you. You can tell how his gaze shifts and his eyes seem to be more glossy at the time that his desire for you grows.

It shows that for the mere seconds you stand there like this the both of you simply enjoy each others presence in this intimate moment. It's moments like this that feel especially precious for you. It might sound foolish to others but you feel like right at that point your souls resonant just by looking at each others faces.

Ace's starts to slow down his actions until it comes to a stop and gets out of bed. Ace's dazed state slowly turns into fiery passion as he embraces you to meet you with a deep kiss. You are not surprised by his actions as you've been in situations like this or similar a couple of times before.

The first oh so passionate kiss turns into a sloppy, wet open mouthed kiss which eventually turns into a heated make out session. His hands grope your body tightly and you can feel the heat of his fingertips through your clothes. You break the kiss and take a shallow breath. You swiftly move your hand to touch his face.

"You're getting hot baby." You say alluringly

"Did I hurt you?" Ace replies.

Tone matching your seductive manner with a hint of actual concern. You move your face closer to him.

"Nah. Actually it's cute how you lose control over yourself like that." You whisper into his ear seductively. Ace lowers his chin to your shoulder.

"I wanna fuck you like an animal right now." He breathes.

"What's stopping you then?"

He graps your shirt and pulls it up slightly to expose bit of your stomach.

"These clothes."

"Then take 'em off."

Now Ace is not so patient anymore. He removes your clothes and underwear swiftly. You move back to the bed and you lay down on your back. Ace quickly crawls I between you legs and peeks at you with hungry eyes. You watch as he starts to lick and suck on your privy parts. His fingers skillfully caressing your sensitive skin deliciously just like he did to himself before.

"I don't even need to prep you a ton, baby, you're already so eager me, aren't ya?" You nod slightly. Ace starts to push his thick finger inside of you, adding a second one shortly after. He carefully moves and scissors his fingers just enough to loosen you a bit more.

He withdraws his fingers from you and quickly shifts to the side to grap a condom from the nightstand. He gives his dick a couple more quick pumps and rolls the condom on his erect cock. He lines up his cock with your entrance and slowly bottoms out. After giving you a little time to adjust to his girth he takes a brief questioning look at you implying if he can start moving. Again you give an assuring nod.

Ace graps your pelvis and slightly lifts it up. His deep rhythmic thrusts penetrate your core. A little tilt of his hips changes the angle just enough to hit your sweet spot perfectly. Soon enough both of you start panting and the tingling feeling in your lower body becomes more intense. As his thrusts become harder deep groans escape from his mouth.

Ace lifts your legs over his shoulders and leans forward to rest his hands on the sides of your face. The new range allows him to go even deeper than before. His black hair falls into his face, some wisps stick to his sweaty forehead. He still looks at your face closely. Your mouth agape and tongue slightly sticking out causing drool to gather in the corners of your mouth, little droplets of sweat on your face, kitting your eyebrows, glossy eyes, cheeks glowing red, eyes rolled up a bit. It's this face that makes Ace so proud. He knows only he can make you feel this good. Your soft whimpers, moans and panting are only confirm it.

"I need more of you." Ace guides you on all four's. With his cock buried inside of you again he leans forward. His torso pressing against your back. His left arm around your waist and his hand finding a place on your chest holding you even tighter. Right hand placed on the bed beside your shoulder stabilising him. With his body practically wrapped around you like that he is now thrusting in and out of you at such a harsh pace that the bed starts to bang against the wall. Your moans become louder and the knot in your stomach tighter. Both of you are close. At this point his mind is far gone again. No straight thoughts in your heads. Everything is foggy from ecstasy. He told you he'd fuck you like crazy and Ace always keeps his promises. "Ah- Ace!" You cry out as you finally come and your body feels like jelly. "I know Baby." He mutters as he continues to fuck into you but this thrusts start to become more sloppy. "Shit." He hisses as he releases his load. He lowers his head and places a kiss on your shoulder cooing a sweet 'I love you.'

He wants to pull out but you stop him. "Please don't, not yet." So you drop on your sides with Ace still inside of you. You want to make this beautiful moment last just a little bit more. You love spooning with you being the little spoon.

Ace pulls out his now limp dick, shifts to the side and gets out of bed. You glance over your shoulder to see him remove the condom from his cock and throw it in the bin. He turns around and looks at you with this sweet puppy face you fell in love with. He walked back towards the bed and picked you up. "Let's go wash up now."

The sun is setting and another day on the moby dick is almost over. You don't have a lot of time for each other on days like this so he'll pay special attention to aftercare helping you to wash and dress up with a lot of kisses, jokes and hugs.

[mychlapci]

Vampire Prowl huuuu After he loses control for the first time in eons, I bet he's absolutely mortified once he comes back to his senses. Methinks he should make it up to Sunny and Sides.

I bet that once the initial shock from the cave in subsides, being the rough and tumble kinky sorts themselves, the twins would probably find the idea of vampire Prowl really fucking sexy. Finally, they're seeing another side to their icy commander, and they want him.

Prowl is of course, terrified at the prospect of even acknowledging his "condition" around them, but once everything with the medbay is sorted out, they corner him. Still fearful of his newfound addiction to the scent of the twins, memories of how delectable their fluids tasted flashing through his memories upon seeing them. He tries to avoid them in true Prowl fashion, muttering stony apologies and trying to brush them off, but they cut off his escape. Not until they hear the full story.

So he finally relents. Telling them about how tempting in-line fuel smells to him, how bland regular medgrade is, how he's basically starving himself all of the time, how his accursed instincts are a massive opsec risk (he doesn't say all of that with the same outright negatively connotated wordings I'm using here, but I'm sure the twins pick up on the self depreciation anyways). So the twins have An Idea.

Why don't they train those instincts out of him? The more he ignores them, the bigger of a problem they are, after all. Prowl would refuse initially, but the twins, being the little shits they are, would not only stalk and hound him for days, but also go over his head to talk to Ratchet and Optimus.

They're now officially reassigned to being his bodyguard slash handlers. Between the two of them and Ratchet's blessing to his medgrade stores, Prowl would never need to go hungry ever again. They were already used to biting each other mid interface too, so Prowl feeding from them also actually makes their engines rev like crazy.

Don't mistake them for being mere bloodbags though. As long as the arrangement is in effect, outside all official military or administrative matters, Prowl has to follow their lead and listen to them. Can't have the skittish vampire running loose without a leash. Literally.

Part of the deal is that the twins would be responsible for Prowl's actions at all times, since he's deathly afraid of having a repeat of the incident in the cave in. As a result, they went to Wheeljack and had stealth manacles and a collar fashioned just for him. Sleek little things with powerful electromagnets, shock devices and stasis lock inducers built into them, made specifically to integrate into his armour plating so that they can be worn discreetly in public at all times.

These manacles go into his ankles, knees, and elbows, while the collar goes around his neck, coloured white to look like a seamless extension of his neck plating. All capable of restraining or completely immobilising him even with the enhanced vampiric strength. And with those in place, they really do train him in earnest.

Every night, they spend a few joors with him on his knees, magnetised to the ground while they drip feed a little bit of their blood, just to get him used to regular feeding sessions without overwhelming him. If he loses control and tries to go feral, they immediately engage the immobilisers and shock him back to his senses.

They'll lock his limbs onto a chair and play tetrachess with him, while a cube of freshly drained line-energon is kept in the room, testing his ability to retain his cognizance while smelling fresh blood. They'd insert a reverse vice into his mouth, with the lowest spring tension at first, slowly increasing it over the decaorn to train his biting habits, since vampires have the innate reflex to clamp their jaws over their victims' lines as hard as possible to maximize the blood flow.

Soon, Prowl would be trained to only bite as hard as a kitten after his instincts have been rewired, only using force when he's consciously willing it. He can drink from them without rupturing their lines now! The twins reward him by letting him lightly nibble on their fingers for good behaviour after this.

Before he knows it, Prowl would've basically given over every aspect of his private life to Sunny and Sides. Because it feels good to finally have some measure of control over that untameable part of him, even if that control is in someone else's hands. The twins are already responsible for monitoring his eating habits and vampiric instincts, so they might as well take it further, since their commander doesn't seem to be complaining at all.

At the end of every shift cycle, they now cuff his arms behind him, and lead him to wherever they're planning to go, be it to bed or the washracks. No more all nighters. When he refuels, they tip cubes of medgrade fuel to his lips, firm fingers gripping his chin, tilting it upwards. When they wash and polish him, he stands stock still, knees and ankles apart in a spreader, wrists cuffed and chained above him. When they feed him, he bites down gently as he'd been trained to do, restrained frame in either of their grips, and lets go without protest when they unhitch his jaw. When he sleeps, it is with the immobilisers disabling his motors, letting them cuddle him like a limp ragdoll, with the mouthguard on medium tension in his jaw.

Of course, Prowl would still have moments where his vampiric nature gets the better of him, but with the precautions they've put in place, they're not really big issues anymore. He's their subby little bloodsipper now. And of course, they'll be fucking him nonstop once they break that final social barrier between them. With his enhanced senses, surely Prowl can smell their arousal every time he obeys them without question, and feel his pussy becoming so, so wet in response…(Agree with anon, vampire Prowler is underrated)-🔌

ouuu i love this. Prowl getting shock-trained to be a good little vamp is so fun <3 and of course, when he learns how to be a good boy and remain in control of his instincts (as opposed to simply ignoring them), he gets an overload as a reward <33

[rinsvg]

✧˖*°࿐ Hotel room fiasco, Gojo Satoru

Gojo lets out a low groan and dips his head to peck at your neck and cushioned collarbone. He runs his hands over the stiff contour of your corset styled dress, reaching around your sides and back, as if that were the signal he's been waiting for. He's never looked so feral to you.

His mouth presses against yours so hard that your overthinking mind can only accommodate the delicious sensation of his persistent kiss as he carefully coaxes you with his thick, cognac tongue, opening you up to him. A desperate cry escapes your lips and lands in his, being drank from you like a thirsty man who tastes your lips before going deeper to savor you. You fist at his shirt to draw him closer as your unsteady hands grab hold of his massive chest.

With your hair practically hanging down and your lips swollen, you pull back, gasping for air.

“Hold on-“ you took in a sharp breath. “ let’s go upstairs first”

By some miracle, the two of you didn’t run anyone over while fumbling upstairs towards your hotel room, despite paying only half a mind to your surroundings – the other half, of course, was focussed one another. You stumbled around the corner to your room door, and reached the front door in a few quick strides. As gojo went to open it, he froze mid-motion as you pressed up against his back before starting to kiss up his neck as he let out a laugh.

“Woman, you don’t know what I have planned for you.”

You let out a strangled moan as Gojo finally pushed open the door to your room. Gojo grinned as he walked you to the bed before pushing you softly towards the bed and leaning down to capture your lips one more time. He lowers himself carefully down your body, palming each breast as he goes, making sure to kiss an open-mouthed trail between the valley of your breasts and down the center of your sternum. Your body contorts in a frenzied manner as you await each kiss, your eyelids closing as the warmth of his breath finally reaches the deepest part of your pelvis.

With that, Gojo reached down, sliding his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs. "Spread your legs for me, love."

You spread out your legs a bit for him.His fingers curl around your pants, pulling them down your legs, revealing your most intimate secrets. "Now, let me take care of you, love." Gojo's fingers ran lightly over your folds, as he then teased you.

You took some breaths in response as you felt him tease your clitoral area with a tenderness only he could pull off.

"Oh, you're already so wet for me." His voice was a soft rumble in the air around them. "That's a good sign." As he spoke, his fingers traced circles around your clitoris as his smooth skin added an intriguing texture to her sensations.

He pushed another finger inside you and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning again from the curve of his long finger and the fast pace his fingers were vapor of producing. The Hotel room filled with soft squelching sounds from your pussy as Gojo continued fucking you with his hand.

You came with a shout, your juices coating his hand as he let you ride out your high before pulling his hand out and making his way back up your body with a trail of butterflies kisses before finally stopping at your lips.

You dodged his lips with a playful smirk on your own as you pushed him over onto his back tugging at his bottom lip and trailing your lips down to his neck. Gojo tried his best not to moan, but he couldn't control it. No matter how much you teased Gojo, you had to agree; you always wanted to show him how good you could be when you wanted to of course.

You pushed him back reluctantly, earning a whimper from him. You smiled at how cute he looked and heaved his muscular figure onto the mattress. “Let me take care of you for tonight darling “ You let out a small laugh as you climbed on top of him seductively and leaned down for another make-out session.

While at it, your hand wandered down to his pants and started to undo his belt. Gojo helped take off his own slacks and boxers, not once letting go of your lips.

His cock sprang out, and you also let your dress straps slide down a little more until your breasts were almost entirely exposed. But you wouldn't let him touch it. You pinned his hands behind his back and bent down, spending some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls as you did this.

He let out a loud moan when you put one of his balls into your mouth. You swished it around inside your mouth, then switched to the other one; you were also stroking his thighs with your hands, occasionally letting a squeeze or two on them. Gojo started breathing hard when you managed to put both his balls into your mouth at once, surprising even yourself. You tenderly licked his balls while warming them up with your hot mouth. You used your tongue to move them all around; your lips were completely enveloping his entire sack, up to the root of his cock. Your hands began to stroke his cock

"Oh, Shit..." He didn't seem capable of saying much else. You liked that; turning Gojo on so much that he couldn't really say much besides your name and the occasional shit or fuck. You loved hearing your own name shouted out in pleasure. You removed his balls from your mouth and licked his shaft with the tip of your tongue. You drenched his cock with your saliva. Starting at the root, you worked your way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. You gave that area some licks and then teased him a bit with some long, slow licks up and down his cock.

He started to buck himself up and down. You swallowed his shaft once again and caressed the base of his cock with your hands. you drove him mad with desire. He was sweating; you could feel it on his thighs, brushing against your face. He kept groaning and moaning with pleasure as you became more firm with your sucking.

"Ohh, fuck that feels good," he moaned. It was hard to really say anything back with your mouth full . You swished his cock inside your cheeks, getting it as deep into your throat as you possibly could. Gojo's groans were getting louder, and his breathing was more desperate. You firmly grabbed his dick with strong suction from your mouth as you fondled his heavy balls.

Gojo completely collapsed, spent and drained. You smirked at him before you stopped stimulating him as you knew his cock would be very sensitive. You slowly let him withdraw, and gave the head of his cock a soft little kiss, licking off the last remaining drops of fluid.

"Fuck," Gojo panted as he came down from his high. “You always surprise me with that mouth of yours, love.” A slow smile etched its way up his face as he pulled your hair out of your face. “Everytime”.

[doublesunsets]

Wild Nights

Crosshair x female!reader PWP - NSFW Word Count: 2k

Request from @freesia-writes

(...) either Crosshair or Hunter taking their time absolutely tantalising a fem reader until she’s nearly feral… You can “finish” or not.

Note: Hopefully it gets close to what you had in mind, Free! I'm not so sure about the tantalising part, but there's definitely some teasing 😁.

I have no idea what happened here, Crosshair wanted that, don't ask me. It went a little bit out of hand, so I turned it into a proper one-shot. First time writing Crosshair, please be kind, he is hard (no pun intended). Extremely indulgent. Training room fantasies, am I right? Timeline is before Order 66, in case anyone wants to know.

This was so much fun, thank you again for the request! 💜 -Sunset

✩Ao3 Link

The drops of sweat fell down your neck as you tried to stabilise your heart. You knew what to do, deep breath, one, two, let it out, and your heart slowly went back to its normal rhythm. The rain threw itself to the floor to ceiling window of the training room, while the waves crashed as well, making it impossible to distinguish which way was the water coming from. You hated being stationed in Kamino, it was like being trapped inside a gigantic washing cycle. Only storms and sleepless nights spent alone in a training room.

“Odd hours for a training session.”

The deep voice startled you, and you turned around quickly. Its owner was watching you, lounging at the door like a wave just brought him there. He was… strange for a clone, was he even a clone? Maybe he was a bounty hunter like you, but then why would he be wearing the black glove of the Republic? He had to be. Those muscles were too perfect to not be engineered, and those legs looked good enough to—

“Are you done?”

You spluttered, embarrassed at being caught ogling him, and put your hands on your hips in an attempt to command some respect. “Identify yourself, trooper.”

“Crosshair.” He squared his shoulders and entered the room, letting the door slide close after him. “I know who you are, I’ve seen you training regs.”

“Is that what you want? Some training?”

“There’s nothing you could teach me.” He took a studiously slow step towards you and you repressed the urge to take one back. Something about the way he moved made him look dangerous, even if he was unarmed. “But there is something that I want. You.”

“Is that so?”

“Let’s say, I have you in my scope.” The mirth in his eyes told you there was a joke there that you were not getting, but the tone of his voice didn’t let any doubt about what he was actually saying.

“Please, you wouldn’t even know what to do with me,” your tone of voice matched his sassy one to your surprise. Why were you enabling him? Oh, Maker, were you flirting? Were overconfident clones your type tonight?

He stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, a high contrast with the cold room. “We could make it a game. We could see how long it takes until I turn you into a whimpering mess.”

While he spoke, he started circling around you, a brief touch to your arm, his fingers drawing the curve of your hip. When he reached your other side, you looked over your shoulder to his warm eyes. By the suns, he was smoking hot. His white hair fell down on his forehead, and it was blinding under the neon lights of the facility. Blast it, if he wanted to play, you could play. What he was offering was definitely better than training by yourself, there was nothing wrong in taking it. You raised your chin and turned to face him, and he took it as the permission it was. He half-smiled, the corner of his lip barely pulling up, and circled your wrist with his fingers.

“Good choice.”

“You sure think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

He didn’t respond, just let his fingers travel up, through the back of your arm, with enough pressure that the contact felt oddly grounding. From your shoulder, he followed then the angle of your collarbone to the hollow of your neck and rested his palm flat there, on top of your breastbone, his fingertips just grazing your neck.

It made you feel conscious about your heart, which was thundering against his palm. Deep breath, one, two, let it out. He made a non-committal noise, and his hand slid up your neck until his nails grazed the hair of your nape, his thumb resting under your jawbone. He put some pressure into it and you allowed him to lift your head.

Meticulously, he bowed his head to you and his breath fanned over your neck. You waited for lips that never came.

“Are you not going to do anything?” You told him, tone annoyed despite yourself. He was getting under your skin too fast for your liking.

“I am.” His lips were still not touching you, but for a second you felt the tip of his nose trace the skin under your ear.

“A conversationalist.”

Crosshair huffed and before you could make another sarcastic comment about it, he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around, making your back collide with his chest. His hand was grabbing now the front of your neck, still forcing your head up, which rested on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and felt his strong body at your back, a solid wall that burned like the scorching sand of Tatooine. His chest was still, almost like he wasn’t breathing, barely moving, and while he was not choking you, the strength and precision of those fingers was clear to you. A thrill went down your spine at the thought.

“You are a sniper.”

He actually chuckled at that, and got closer to your ear, brushing his lips softly against its shell, lowering his sibilant voice. “Clever girl.”

You reached back and clawed at his thighs, but he clearly wasn’t planning on rushing. He started tracing down your figure with his free hand, the curve of your breast, down your stomach, and over your hipbone. One finger sneaked itself under the waistband of your leggings, and stayed there. As a promise.

He barely had touched you but you felt your knees weak already, and refused to let him know that. Trying to break your resolution, his lips dropped to your pulse point, delicately, and a whimper struggled to escape your throat. You swallowed it down in a harsh breath, but your nails sank down harder into the firm muscle. He didn’t flinch, though, Crosshair carried on down your neck, turning them into wet kisses and leaving a trail that quickly cooled down on your skin. The goosebumps were because of that, you lied to yourself.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” he hissed, almost like he was talking to himself. “Seeing those regs poor attempts at flirting with you was painful to watch. Someone as extraordinary as yourself deserves only extraordinary things.”

“And are you?” You breathed, wetting your lips. “Extraordinary?”

“You have no idea.”

A thunder reverberated in the room and you gasped, pushing yourself harder against him. His hand took advantage of it and abandoned your neck, travelling down to your breast, and started kneading it over your clothes.

The solid presence of his body behind you exuded power and confidence, he had you in his hands, quite literally, and he hadn’t needed to do anything. The most intoxicating feeling was the delicacy of his movement and what hid behind it. Because you could feel the restraint, the tension in his body. You realised, then. This man could wreck you, take you with the same violence as the storm outside, but instead he was waiting, like a snake coiled, ready to strike.

He knew what he was doing, he was waiting, looking through his scope. Waiting until you put yourself in front of his crosshair so he had a clean shot.

The bastard wanted you to beg.

You tried to breathe. One, two. Your legs were trembling. One, two. He bit your earlobe. One, two. He pinched your nipple. One, two. Dank Farrik.

“Crosshair, I need yo—“

You didn’t have to finish your sentence.

In a smooth movement, his hand sneaked inside your clothes and grabbed firmly your whole cunt. A whine left your throat and you heard him snickering behind you.

“Still not moaning,” you told him, breathless, but steady.

“You speak with too much dignity for someone this wet for me.”

You felt his fingers slid between your labia, through that wetness that sure enough was there, probably since the moment those eyes pierced into yours. Finally, unhurriedly, he penetrated you with two fingers, finding no resistance, only a warm and drenched welcome. You wanted to scream at him to move faster, but refused to give him the satisfaction and grabbed his thighs, enveloping them completely this time, and squeezed hard.

“You are missing the show,” he rasped, while he started kissing your neck again.

It took you a moment to realise what he meant, his fingers were only barely intruding and his kisses were more a dragging of lips, but your mind was drunk with his presence. You opened your eyes and there, in front of you, you saw yourself. Reflected in the window, with the storm as a background, and Crosshair right behind you. One hand between your legs, while the other grabbed your breast desperately, he returned your gaze.

And he looked devastated.

The visual crumbled your resolve, without looking away you opened your mouth and the lewd sounds he wanted came out of it. He closed his eyes and buried his face in your hair, and you felt a sigh break loose. Crosshair dragged his fingers out of you, and dead on target went directly to your clit and circled it in tight motions almost violently. Your body jerked in his arms, after all the pent-up sensations the intensity hit you perfectly, and soon a fire began to concentrate in you, begging to spread out.

You were dimly aware of Crosshair humping your behind, panting heavily still with his face hidden in your hair, while the frantic pace of his fingers started to match the rhythm of his hips. Your moans were not the only sound in the room now and hearing him whimper against your skin was almost enough to take you over the edge. Almost.

Emboldened and a little bit desperate for your release, you lifted your arm and reached behind you, grabbing his hair and yanking until his face was next to yours. He hissed but it was silenced quickly by your bruising kiss, that he accepted enthusiastically. The moment your lips parted, his tongue invaded your mouth and you yanked at his hair again while a white heat spread like wildfire inside you. Crosshair swallowed your scream, and kept massaging you until you rode it out completely.

By the time you came back, he had stopped humping against you and was simply slumped over your shoulder, hugging you from behind, one hand still inside your clothes. You were still pulling at his hair, so you untangled your fingers gently and stroked the side of his head.

“I don’t know how this game of yours worked, but I feel like I won,” you whispered.

You heard a dry chuckle as his body vibrated slightly against yours.

Outside, the storm had subsided a little bit.

*

Your new assignment was supposed to meet you at Hangar-19 ten minutes ago. If you were lucky enough, they had left already and you could go back to bed, you thought to yourself, strolling leisurely through the halls of Tipoca City. You were not in the mood to start a several rotations mission with a new team.

The bastard, as you had started calling him, left shortly after your encounter with flimsy excuses about early calls. You had wanted to search for him in the database, only to realise that he never told you his number, so you had no way of finding him.

When you arrived at the hangar, an Omicron-class attack shuttle threw your hopes out into the ocean. Their owners, clad in black armour, were waiting for you at the ramp and one of them approached you while you tried to remember the rank and name they had given you. Maybe you should have read further than the two first lines.

“I’ve been told to meet with my new assignment here, Sergeant…”

“Hunter. We were expecting you, yes.” He turned and your eyes followed the direction of his hand to the rest of the team. “This is Clone Forc-“

“Crosshair!” You gasped as his white hair came into view when he removed his helmet. Crosshair smirked and puffed out his chest at your reaction.

“Ah! You know her? Nice!”

“This explains where you were last night.”

Your new assignment looked pretty interesting out of the sudden.

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