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monzamash · 4 months

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smile you're on camera — lando norris

when miami hits different... lando norris x you (femreader) | 1.8k rating – 18+ (sex, coarse language) masterlist

“That all looked sufficiently cringe.”

Lando’s gruff laugh echoes as he slid the balcony door open for you. You had been watching him for the past half hour filming promotional content for the Miami GP, each one cheesier than the last and you couldn’t help but admire his work ethic – even if it meant watching him make a complete fool of himself in the blistering heat.

A grumbled “you’ve got no idea” paired with a deep sigh in reply was all you were going to get and a sweet kiss pressed to the back of your head.

He helped you collect the book you’d abandoned in lieu of watching him glow in the golden hour and retreat inside from the humidity, still suffocating as the sun set off in the distance. The sweet relief of the air con as you stepped inside provided a little bit of respite while Lando shuffled around the room, closing windows and doors, trapping what cool air you did have inside your hotel room.

“I have something to show you…”

Lando sheepishly declares as you splay out on the hotel bed, grumbling through a jaw splitting yawn, “What is it?” “I stole it.” That got your attention, shooting up from where you were laying down, “But I’ll take it back tomorrow… after we’ve used it.”

Sitting in his hot little hands was a camcorder that had seen better days, scratches on its lens and all. Lando watched your shocked expression fall to one of annoyance as you sat back on your hands, eyebrow quirked and scowl present on your pretty face.

“Absolutely not.”

“Aw come on,” He drawls, holding the camera up to his eye – the other squinted behind the viewfinder, “I swapped in one of my SD cards and I know you’re into this kinky shit. Admit it…”

Lando kept the camera up, the little red light that was on all of those old school recorders flashed in the dark. Your eyes were rolling when his grabby reached out for your hip, “You’re out of your mind.”

“That’s the effect you have on me, baby.”

A soft hum slips from your lips feeling the pads of his fingers tracing down the outside of your thigh, too easily convinced by the man who consumed your every thought; every desire. You missed him when he was gone, the days spent with him slimmer as the season lulled on. So, maybe having something to reference on those cold, lonely nights was excuse enough to indulge the idea. And he was right – you are into this shit.

“Just make sure you can’t see too much,” You whisper into the air, giving the green light.

Lando’s little noise tells you everything. He's excited about this; you can tell by the way he nips and presses a couple of sloppy kisses to your cheek before scurrying off to set up the camera. He was a giggly mess thinking about how fucking lucky he was to be with someone who was up for anything. Equal parts classy and devious – just the way he likes it.

“Hop up on the bed so I can frame you,” He sweetly instructs, eyes trained on the small screen lighting his dark features, ocean eyes a moody blue.

You do as you’re told and crawl up onto the comically large bed, propped up on one elbow with hair a mess. Lando smiles when he shifts focus onto you – the sheer white dress you were wearing flaunting everything he loved about your body. All curves and supple skin, pebbled nipples peaking through – the silverware you had secretly added to them as a surprise for him peaking through under the fabric.

“You are so fucking pretty,” He almost whimpers; a warm flush washing over your sticky skin. It was hot in the room you were in and the way Lando was eyeing you from behind the camera was searing.

“Can you take the dress off for me?” his voice was a lower octave than before, eyes still watching your shadowed body moving across the messy bed.

“Not sure how to make this look sexy but…” You huff, carelessly tearing the thin material over your head and throwing it to the side, “your wish is my command.”

Lando chuckles quietly and strides over to you, no longer able to keep his hands off what was his. He hopes there’s enough space on his card for what he was about to do to you – because in reality, this was selfishly for him to indulge in when you weren’t near, to feel like you were close when you’re a million miles away. You sat on the edge of the bed, eyes following his as he reaches out and presses down your hair, frizzed up by the dress sitting on the floor beside his feet.

“So cute,” He admires, “And somehow even sexier…”

He leans down and meets your craned neck halfway in a tender, reassuring kiss, “If it gets too weird just say, baby.”

His words were just loud enough for you to hear, not for the camera – just you, “Oh, you know I will.”

He laughs into the kiss, knowing that you were in full control of this situation – he was under no illusions when it came to your dynamic. It was laced through your entire relationship, the fair balance of power – of give and take. But tonight, all he wanted was to make you feel good and so he rested between your already shaky thighs and pried them apart, basking in how seduced you are by his little ploy.

“You pretend like this shit doesn’t turn you on but look at you,” He revels, one solitary finger brushing languidly through your folds and earning an impatient growl.

Lando wasn’t in the mood for teasing – the battery life on the camera and your legs wrapping tightly around his head made sure of that. He helps you shuffle back on the bed, hands gripping your hips as he rearranges the shot – you caught a glimpse of the blurry reflection of the two of you naked on the camera lens and it sent a pang of doubt down your spine, chilling.

“I hope we don’t look disgusting when we watch this back.” It was an honest thought – one you hope doesn’t kill the mood.

“You look so unbelievably hot,” Lando hums, kissing the top of your shoulder before pressing his hand to your lower back, “Lay on your front and I’ll fuck you like this…”

You raise a sceptical eyebrow, “From the back? This is getting real porny now.” But of course you do it, positioning yourself on your stomach, backside up with a playful smirk that had the man behind you grinning like an idiot.

“Might as well put on a bit of a show just in case this does get out somehow,” Lando teases, earning a swift round arm to the ribs. He grimaces in pain but you knew behind those flirtatious blue eyes, he loves it.

“Well you better fuck me good, huh? Wouldn’t want people thinking you’re a dud shag…” Now it was your turn to taunt and Lando’s reaction was the exact one you were praying for.

A hasty smack to your ass that had been brushing against his clothed cock for better part of a minute; it wasn’t a hard but it certainly wasn’t timid, either and the moan that slipped from your lips had him itching to rearrange your insides. He smoothed over the reddening mark and pressed a sweet kiss to your spine before pushing down the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing himself between your thighs.

“Don’t hold back those sweet sounds, pretty girl. I wanna hear you, okay? I want everyone to hear you…”

“Same goes for you, handsome.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you surrender to the delicious stretch he gives you. Weakly pushing back but making no head way in adjusting. A whimper falls from your mouth before the squeal when Lando lunges forward, pushing deeper with a sadistic grin lining his bitten lips. He was sweating already – tanned skin glimmering against the darkening sunset while every muscle on his stomach contracted, delving further into your depths.

“That’s it, Lan,” You sputter out, blowing stray hairs out of your face so you can get a good look at your boyfriend, “Move it just like that – yes…”

And he did, rotating your hips tantalisingly slow to begin but gradually building up his long, delectable strokes – the sounds of skin slapping and shallow breathing heightening all of the senses. In the midst of his relentlessness, you manage to slip your hand between your thighs, toying with the sensitive bud begging for your attention. Lando’s strained hum of approval when he felt your back arching sent a rush of blood to your fingertips.

“Tell me how good it feels when you play with yourself?” He asks, hunched over and kissing the nape of your neck when you opened your eyes, giggling at the wispy curls tickling your skin, “Is that how you do it when I’m not around?”

“God, yes… But wish you were always here, baby.”

“Do ya imagine me fucking you like this, huh? Begging for that pussy to come around my cock?” He probes, receiving a moan in response – your brain short-circuiting from the orgasm quickly approaching, easing you over the edge.

You buried your head at first, shying away from the little red light flashing in your rolling eyes until Lando gently encouraged you to ‘show him your pretty face when you come undone’. It was all whispers and moans and absolute bliss when you resurfaced, pupils blown out from both sides as Lando reached over you and flipped the small preview screen around.

“Look at yourself,” He grunts into your neck, losing control of every single fibre of his being as he pumped into you.

“Fill me up, Lan. Make a mess…”

“If you say shit like that to me, you're gonna make me– fucking… fuck,” He sputters out, chanting your name, and before you can even blink, you feel that familiar twitch inside you.

The one that almost always triggers another high, extremely close to losing yourself to the white hot pleasure all over again.

Lando collapses into your slick back, his warm release pooling as he catches his breath and holds you tightly. You look up at the camera – the red light still flashing as you muster up every ounce of energy remaining and pick it up off the tripod. You hold it stupidly close to his flushed cheeks that are pressed into your skin, eyes closed.

“Any last words before I turn this off?” You ask, Lando slowly lifts his chin up and rests it next to your face. You smile at how equally fucked out and sleepy you both appear, blissfully satisfied by your work. His voice is gravelly when he tries to speak, clearing his throat before trying again.

“Um, yeah so make sure you like the video and subscribe if you haven’t already…”

“Stop!” You shout and smack him in the shoulder – Lando groans with faux pain into your neck as you turn the camera off and wriggle out of his strong grasp.

“You are unbelievable!” You jest, swatting his tickling fingertips away.

“What? I could’ve said stay tuned for part two…”

a/n – happy new years everyone x

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 x reader #monzamashmasterlist #smile you're on camera fic

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okwonyo · 2 months

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calling them “husband” trend.

ᙏ̤̫ 엔하이픈 ♡ femreader & fluff established relationship + cw. not-proofread skinship kissing 0.6k | ( bookshelf )

heeseung would do a double take instantly, head whipping to your distraction with his big brown eyes widened. would look at you with the same look on his face as you continue to talk; a flustered smile slowing creeping on his face.. “d-did i hear that right?” he’d ask, a nervous laugh leaving his lips as he does so. whereupon you confirm what he heard the first time, adding ‘my husband’ at the end of your sentence, his smile would get even bigger.

jay would not be fazed in the slightest, continuing to bring the water bottle to his soft lips; still carefully listening to what you are saying. would nod along what you say— “...so i told her, ‘my husband..’, ” his lips would quirk up whenever you say that, especially coming from you, heartthrob-ing word. after a moment, he’d see through you, “you can say whatever you want but it’s coming... i got you, princess”

jake would be beyond happy about it, giggling soon after the word ‘husband’ reaches his ears and he realizes it’s used to call him, every word that’d come after would fly above his head. smile widening everytime you call him that; he’d barely aware of the fact that you are just testing him.. would start giggling when your gaze meets his— would bury his face in the crook of your shoulder at some point, embarrassment mixed with enthusiasm taking all over his body..

sunghoon would not think too much of it, at first. still listening to you or whatever you might talk about, he’d think you just made a mistake or that he didn’t hear it right. would do a double take when he hears it again; did you really call him ‘husband’ or is he just daydreaming...? “h-hey..! what did you just call me?” he’d question after realization hits, pink hue starting to appear on his cheeks. you’d probably ignore him and continue to talk— to tease him a bit.

sunoo would be utterly shocked, but in the most adorable way, head swapping to you as soon as the word escapes from your lips.. face expression giving his thoughts away: what did you just call him..would wait until you say it again to ask you a really stupid question, alongside the lines of “who are you talking to?”— he’d get so flattered and joyful when you confirm his doubt; smiling widely after giving you a sweet cheek kiss.

jungwon would not really realize instantly— maybe just a few seconds after you said it, as you’d continue to talk; would replay what you just said a moment ago in his head, warm feeling taking over his body when he finally realizes. you’d watch a wake of a smile absentmindedly creeping on his rosy lips, he’d be unaware of that himself, eyes looking at something and nodding along frenetically. would barely be listening to what you are saying, well too happy about a single word.

riki would get so, so flustered; eyes growing cutely wide and head snapping to you at the speed of light.. the word ‘husband’ leaving naturally your mouth would catch him out of guard; his face would go progressively more red as he keep thinking about it. would lose all the confidence he has in himself to meet your beautiful eyes, hiding his face in his hands just when he hears one of your giggles. would think about it for days, while feeling his heart beating faster; “the effect this girl has on me.. is ridiculous”

taglist reblogged! also.. i didn’t know if ‘heartthrobing’ was a word so i added a little dash hhhh ㅠㅠ (accidentally deleted it... so reblogs will be greatly appreciated!!)

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moonstruckme · 3 months

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I've never requested before so I'm quite nervous but may I request something with a reader thats like usually very chatty when coming home from work but maybe someone at their job said something rude or they just feel to tired to talk? preferably with poly!marauders but i dont mind any characters, i love your writing and i hope you have a wonderful day :] no pressure to write this ofc

Thank you for requesting lovely and hope you have a wonderful day as well! <3

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 677 words

Eddie’s van is idling at the curb when your shift ends. He grins as you get in, swapping his cherry coke to the hand already holding his cigarette to wrap the one closest to you around your thigh. It’s a favored spot. You’re always thinking you ought to trace an outline of his fingers and get it tattooed with “Eddie’s place” inside as a lark, but he’d definitely enjoy it way too much.

“Hey there,” he drawls, voice saccharine sweet and expectant as he leans across the console toward you. You peck him on the lips.

“Hi,” you say back. “You taste like cherries.”

His grin is crooked, goofy in that unabashedly lovesick way that makes your heart stutter. He holds up his cherry coke like he’s making a toast. “T’was the point. You want a sip?”

“Yes, please.” You take it from him, letting the cool fizziness wash over your sandpaper tongue. You’ve been craving a drink since halfway through your shift, when you’re fairly sure you’d willed all the water out of your body so you wouldn’t cry in the break room. Poor forethought.

The syrupy sweetness is comforting, familiar like Eddie and summer days and the lake. It makes you feel a bit more normal. You have to stop yourself from gulping it all down, dropping it in the cup coaster as Eddie stubs out his cigarette and puts the van into gear.

It takes until the first stoplight for you to realize he’s not headed towards home. “Where’re we going?” you ask.

“To the arcade. We’re meeting Dustin and them there, remember?”

“Oh. Right.” You’d totally forgotten. At least Robin should be there.

Eddie gives you a sidelong glance. “Work was good?”

If you’re being honest with yourself, about 70% of it was totally fine. “Mhm.”

He hums back at you, short and low. “Okay. What’s wrong?”

“Hm?” you hum again, unable to help it. “Nothing, why?”

“Don’t play dumb.” He squeezes your thigh meanly, metal rings biting into your skin. “You always want to gossip after work. Something happened, yeah?”

You toy with your bottom lip, looking out the window. You’re quiet long enough that Eddie gives your leg another warning squeeze.

“Talk.”

“It wasn’t really anything,” you say, honestly but forcing a bit more offhandedness into your tone than maybe you really feel. “A customer got all pissy with me because he thought something should be on sale and it wasn’t, but I’m not, like, still sad about it.”

Eddie doesn’t take his eyes from the road, but his lips purse unhappily. “But you were, huh?”

“I was,” you allow. “But I’m not anymore. I guess it just tired me out.”

He glances your way, as if to be sure you’re telling the truth, and hums. “M’sorry, baby. Still down for the arcade, or do you just wanna go home?”

“No, I’m good.” You wrap your hand around his forearm, running a path from his wrist to the crook of his elbow and back again. “I wanna see Robin. I can rally.”

Eddie nods contemplatively. The steady rumbling of the van is the only sound for a few seconds, and then he says, “On a scale of one to ten, where are you right now?”

You think about it for a few moments. “A four,” you decide.

He nods again. “Okay. By the time we leave the arcade, we’re gonna have you at a six.”

You grin at him. It’s already easier. Eddie sees out of the corner of his eye, quirking a brow like you’re being a dork but then slipping his hand from your thigh to intertwine your fingers from his. He brings the back of your hand to his mouth, kissing it wetly. You know he's content to sit in silence as long as you need, but you have one more thing to say.

“I feel like finishing off your coke would bring me up to a solid four-point-five,” you suggest hopefully.

Eddie rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth kicks up. “It’s all yours, sweet thing.”

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juneknight · 7 months

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Pretend

Kink: Virginity

Jake/f!reader

“Would you pretend?” he asks against your mouth, both your lips swollen from the heated kisses you’ve been sharing. The back of Jake’s car is downright luxurious, plenty of room for someone to kneel, seats soft and clean and wide enough for a body to lay on. Most nights when he wants to go cruising, the two of you end up like this in a parking garage or on a back road.

“Pretend what?” you ask, brain moving slow, like it has been dipped in molasses.

“Pretend it’s your first time,” he says. The two of you had been swapping stories about how you lost your virginities—it had made Jake delightfully jealous, you had thought, his hands tightening on the wheel when you discussed the naive, shy way you had touched another man. But then he had pulled off the nearest exit and driven you here to a secluded spot where the pavement had turned to gravel. “Pretend you’re a virgin. Would you?”

“You’d like that?” you wonder, a little baffled. But before he can answer, you slip into the role. You let your eyes soften, a hint of anxiety in them. Your voice quivers a little, fingers playing with the loops of his belt as you say: “I thought most guys didn’t like inexperienced girls.”

Jake groans. He fucking moans at the way your voice shakes, the way your hands flutter away from where you truly want to touch him, the way you look up through your lashes at him, like there’s a need inside you that you don’t understand but desperately need him to quash. He leans down and mouths at your neck softly. “Most guys don’t. But something about it makes me crazy.”

“You’d be my first?” you ask him, breathless with hope. “You’d be okay with that? Being the first inside me?”

His hips jerk against yours, cock brushing your pussy through your denim and his own slacks. “Yes, fuck, yes!”

“But…but Jake—your cock feels so big—what if it doesn’t fit?” you ask.

“Sweet little pussies like yours will stretch, baby,” he says, hips beginning a slow series of grinding thrusts against you. You try to meet him clumsily, even though you know him and his body so well, even though the rhythm you both have established is so solid that it’s hard not to be in sync with him. “You were made to take a cock like mine.”

God help you, because you feel your own blood rising at this little charade. Something about how aroused Jake is arouses you to a degree you hadn’t expected. Your legs shake around him.

“Jake, fuck, it feels good,” you whine, tilting your hips to welcome his own more easily. “Is it going to feel like this when you—when you put it inside me?”

“Better,” he groans. “So, so much better.”

“Feels like, like it does when I touch myself at night,” you gasp, letting your mouth quirk into a grin that borders on evil where he cannot see. “Feels like I’m gonna cum, Jake.”

Jake’s the one who cums, body stiffening, sucking in a breath through his teeth as his cock twitches in his pants. You loop your legs around his waist, helping him to thrust more firmly against you, groaning softly and tangling your fingers in his curls to scratch at his scalp with your blunt nails.

“Fuck,” he gasps, shaking. “I’m sorry.”

“Which of us was the virgin that time?” you tease.

He rolls you both onto your sides and swats your ass.

#jake lockley x reader

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permanentswaps · 27 days

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New Tricks Pt. 3

Inspired by needsastory. Read Part 1 and Part 2 first!

Ben’s POV

Dad in my body burst back in through the door less than an hour later, his expression a mix of frustration and disappointment. I raised an eyebrow, curious about the sudden return.

"You weren’t gone very long, what happened?" I asked, confused.

Tom let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Kim's parents came back from their vacation early. She wasn't expecting them, but she told me I couldn’t stay the night anymore."

"So, does that mean … ?" I started to ask.

Dad, frustrated, said. "Yeah, we made out a bit, but... we didn't get to fuck," he admitted, a bit frustrated.

"Thank god," I said

Tom shot me a curious look. "Why? You worried I was gonna set expectations too high for when we swap back?"

I hesitated for a moment before explaining, "If you had fucked with her, it might have made the swap permanent. We'd be stuck like this forever."

As I verbalized the thought, a strange mix of emotions washed over me. Despite the initial shock and frustration of being trapped in my dad's body, I was definitely coming around to the idea of staying like this. The prospect of embodying the masculinity and strength I had always admired was strangely appealing.

Dad seemed to sense my conflicting emotions and raised an eyebrow. "You sound almost disappointed," he said, amused.

I chuckled nervously. "Yeah, well... I guess I am.” I admitted, scratching the back of my head awkwardly.

To my surprise, Dad didn't seem fazed by my confession. Instead, he leaned back against the door frame, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "You know, even if this isn't permanent, maybe we should consider staying like this for a bit," he suggested, his tone surprisingly earnest.

I stared at him in disbelief, caught off guard by his proposal. But as I mulled over his words, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within me.

"Yeah," I replied slowly, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Maybe we should."

Tom’s POV

Over the next week, I found myself surprisingly at ease in Ben’s routine.

I really liked hanging out with Ben's friends. They were a cool group, each with their own quirks and personalities. One of his friends, in particular, stood out to me - Colin. We chatted a lot at school, sharing jokes and stories between classes. It was easy to see why Ben enjoyed his company so much.

"So, you coming to watch the game tonight?" Colin asked, tossing his backpack over his shoulder as we walked to our next class.

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. You ready to crush it out there on the field?"

Colin grinned, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "You know it, man. We're gonna dominate!"

Later that day, Colin and I stood on the sidelines, watching the girls' soccer team play before the boys went on. I couldn't help but admire Kim. She was a force to be reckoned with on the field, her determination evident in every move she made.

"Damn, she's really good," Colin said, nudging me with his elbow.

I quickly looked at him before shifting my attention back to the field and grinning. "Yeah, she's something else, isn't she?"

But my attention didn’t stay focused on the field for long. Stealing another quick glance at Colin, I began to admire him too. His hair tousled from his earlier warm-up run, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin - he was undeniably cute.

"You okay, man?" Colin asked, noticing my distraction.

"Yeah, just... admiring the view," I replied casually, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the sudden shift in my thoughts.

As the week progressed, I couldn't shake the realization that Ben might be a bit of a repressed bisexual. It wasn't a problem for me - I had already come to terms with being gay and was out and proud. But I made a mental note to ask him about it when we switched back.

Despite the newfound comfort in Ben's life, there was still a lingering sense of sadness. I missed the muscles I had worked so hard for, the physical strength that had become a part of my identity. But as I looked around at Ben's friends, at the camaraderie and laughter they shared, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to take a walk in his shoes, if only for a little while.

Ben’s POV

Over the next week, I found myself reveling in the virility of my new body. It was a strange sensation, feeling the raw power coursing through my veins, the result of years of dedication and hard work that had sculpted my dad's muscular physique.

I indulged in activities that I had only dreamed of before. With each passing day, I spent more time in the gym, pushing my body to its limits and relishing in the sensation of strength and vitality that surged through me.

But despite the exhilaration of my newfound physical prowess, there were moments when the tension built up, the strain of unfamiliar muscles protesting against the strain of my workouts. It was then that I decided to treat myself to a massage, hoping to alleviate the knots and tightness that had accumulated over the week.

As I entered the massage parlor, I was greeted by a super attractive guy, somewhere between my current age and my old body’s age. His warm smile and soothing demeanor immediately put me at ease, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest as he led me to the massage room.

"So, what brings you in today?" the masseur asked, his voice gentle and inviting as he prepared the massage table.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the nerves that fluttered in my stomach. "Just feeling a bit tense lately. Thought a massage might help."

He nodded understandingly, motioning for me to lie down on the table. "Don't worry,m you're in good hands," he reassured me with a wink, causing my heart to skip a beat.

As his skilled hands began to work their magic, kneading away the tension that had built up in my muscles, I couldn't help but relax into the sensation. It was like all the stress and worries of the past week melted away under his touch, leaving me feeling lighter and more at peace than I had in ages.

"Wow, you're really good at this," I murmured appreciatively, my eyes drifting shut as I surrendered myself to the blissful experience.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Just doing my job," he replied modestly, though there was a hint of pride in his voice.

As the massage continued, lost in the sensation of his hands moving over my body with practiced skill. Eventually, his hands made their way down to my waist and torso. Quickly, I felt my cock start to harden and peak through the towel he had laid across my lap.

“I am so sorry.” I apologies profusely, my cheeks turning red.

“No worries at all.” He said, trying to hide a smirk. “Happens all the time”

“Should we stop.” I ask.

He hesitated. “Normally I would say that we should take a break, but,” he winked at me, “that's not really want I want to do with a guy like you.”

He swiftly to grasped my dick before taking it all in his mouth and continuing to rub my muscles with his hands. As he sucked me off on the table, I arched my back and raised my arms up to flex towards the ceiling. In that moment of ecstasy, I thought to myself.

“There is no way I am ever giving this body up.”

I gently stroked his chin with my thick fingers, guiding him up to kiss me. Then, whispering in his ear, I said. “How about I make you feel good too.” Before grabbing his ass.

He quickly took off the rest of his clothes and straddled me over the table before we started making out again. As he lowers his ass, I begin teasing his hole with my cock. He feels up my biceps again and moans, “oh you’re so sexy daddy.”

That's all the confirmation I needed. I thrust upwards, holding onto his waist with both hands, and feel my thick cock enveloped by his warm hole. Immediately I feel a bit dizzy, but as quickly as the feeling comes, its replaced by a sense of incredible clarity. In that moment I knew, I was Tom, forever.

Tom’s POV – Epilogue

Three years had passed since my dad made the swap permanent, and while I was initially upset, I couldn't deny that I had lucked out.

Sure, I no longer had a super muscular physique, but my new body was undeniably cute, and that counted for something.

Once I knew this was my life to live, I made some changes. First thing was I decided to break up with Kim. It wasn't an easy choice, but as I came to terms with my evolving identity, I realized that my heart belonged elsewhere. Despite this new body being bisexual, I found that my preferences leaned heavily towards guys. I also, began to update my style, since, unlike dad, I didn't care about what the other guys at school would say.

About a year after the swap, I met my boyfriend, Zander. He was everything I had ever dreamed of in my old life- kind, funny, and super super romantic. With him by my side, I felt like I could take on the world.

In a twist of fate, I also found unexpected success as a model in my new body. While Dad had always complained about his delicate features – in the model industry they were actually an asset. And besides, he was always concerned that people thought he looked gay, but now, with me in control, this body was gayer than it had ever been.

Now I make an absolute killing, and I get to enjoy the perks of fame and fortune while still in my twenties. Even though I didn’t choose this body, I now can’t even imagine living my life any other way.

Ben’s POV – Epilogue

I know what you're probably thinking - I must be crazy for giving up my old body. And yeah, maybe I am a little crazy, but it's a decision I don't regret in the slightest.

Since the swap, Benji - as he now prefers to be called - has thrived in my body. It's like he's living out the life he always wanted but never had the chance to before. And I have to admit, seeing him so happy and fulfilled brings a sense of warmth to my heart.

As for me? Well, I've found myself exploring a whole new side of life that I never knew existed. I’ve kept on hitting the gym, and I think it looks even better than when Benji was still controlling it.

Dating guys might not have been something I ever imagined myself doing, but there's something undeniably freeing about it - like shedding the expectations and constraints of my old life and stepping into something new and exciting.

While Benji may be going steady in my old body, I haven’t slowed down at all. There’s constantly a new twink in my bed, begging to be railed by me. Even though each twink is cuter than the last – I still regret that I am related to my old body, otherwise I would’ve fucked him a long time ago. That said, he would never do the kinky stuff I’m into now. Now, every Grindr hookup we experiment with leather, bondage, BDSM … and I always go in raw so that I can fill their insides with my seed. After all, with a body like this, life is too short to play it safe.

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fatuismooches · 1 month

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Fragile reader reincarnation has been rotting my brain...

Dottore would have failed to cure you fast enough, resulting in your untimely death. But he kept trying. He pursued everything he could, from knowledge and procedures that shouldn't be tampered with to baseless myths and rumors that obviously held no fact, yet he investigated them thoroughly anyway because he was uncharacteristically desperate. Needing just one thing to spark some progress in his research. However, despite him and his segments searching exhaustively, nothing came up. Eventually, he had to let your body rest.

Decades upon decades would go by, and he would become far more closed off. His segments would attend all the meetings and deal with others. The mortal Harbingers had passed on already, replaced by new ones. There was still Columbina, who had mourned you a great deal as well, but he didn't speak to her much. The world had become rather boring now without you and your unpredictability. Yes, his experiments did still spark excitement whenever they turned out to be successful, but the feeling that you were missing often lingered. The person he waited over four hundred years for, and now he would wait an eternity to never be reunited with you. However, that would change one day.

It would be one of the rare days one of the segments was out in public - Omega had just returned from a meeting with the new banker for the Fatui. In the past, Prime used to attend such things sometimes, but now the responsibility was primarily his. The segment was about to return to the lab when something very familiar caught his attention.

Your laugh.

Now, the segment has replayed your voice in his head many times since your death, burned into his core, but it never felt as real as just now. It has his interest piqued. And that's when he sees you. The same eyes and smile he could recognize anywhere. Upon getting closer, your voice, quirks, and habits are unnaturally similar to what he remembers from so many years ago. Already, many thoughts and possibilities are running through Omega's head, but what seals the deal is when the other person refers to you as [Name]. Now, he simply must approach you.

It isn't hard for his skilled tongue to get information out of you, and although you do think he's a bit too inquisitive for a stranger (new friend), he's just too charming to resist, for some odd reason. (You don't know much about the Harbingers and can't recognize him.) And the similarities are too stark to ignore, from your former attendance in the Akademiya to your hobbies and research interests. Of course, there's still more he would need to confirm, but the most likely possibility is that this you... is a reincarnation.

Of course, revealing this news to the other segments, naturally creates an uproar, all of them wanting to see you in person to confirm this for themselves. But unfortunately, that isn't very easy because you'd definitely get scared seeing all these unnaturally similar blue-haired men randomly coming up to you. So only the older segments that look close to Omega come out to visit you. You can't tell the difference much, only besides you think he has slightly longer hair, and his voice isn't as deep, but you barely know him, so maybe you're just mistaken? Either way, all of them are courteous to you, although a bit- no, very strange. Still, you find it familiar. From where you don't know. (They have taken samples of your hair strands and skin but you don't know that.)

And then there are times when the 'same' man pops up but with a different mask. You just assumed that he decided to swap masks, but he acts a bit different from usual. You don't know how to describe it, but he seems the tiniest bit forlorn. Stares at you so hard you get a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn't do it maliciously. But when certain topics come around he seems to test the waters on your opinions before opening up some more. It seems he can't trust you very much yet. But perhaps time could change that.

Zandy would be the first to trust you wholeheartedly of course - the original you's death undoubtedly scarred his young heart, having been the first person to ever show the child unconditional love. When he sees that you're back, with the same smile and eagerness to entertain his childish desires, he can't help but indulge in your love once again.

A part of Dottore just wants to make you live in the lab with him, but it's obvious that would make you scared, and the last thing he wants to do is scare the someone who is supposed to be his beloved. However, a part of me wonders if Dottore would be able to truly love the reincarnated reader the same as he loved the original one. Because this isn't the person he spent centuries with, the one he's had since his young days. Whatever part of his heart that has the ability to love, loves the first you wholly, far too attached. Does have room for reincarnated you? Can he make room? That is something you two will have to work out.

At the very least, if you still happen to be sick in this life, he swears to cure you this time.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #what should i put here #i love dottore!#and pls excuse my inactivity oops #my group projects are just really... WHO LET THIS HAPPEN IN COLLEGE #okay i really gotta go sleepy bye bye now gn

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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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winner takes all (18+)

summary: Bradley proposes a game of strip poker

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, established relationship, unprotected pinv, oral (fem rec), implied voyeurism, fingering

a/n: been feeling very feral about rooster so here’s some shameless smut

“I’m all in” You say, pushing your chips to the centre of the table. Bradley clicks his tongue a few times, lolling his head side to side as he eyes his cards.

“What do you say we sweeten the pot?” Bradley asks,

You quirk an eyebrow, “What’d you have in mind?”

He smirks, “Every hand lost you have to take off a piece of clothing”

“I’d have you naked in minutes,”

“You’re that confident?” He asks

You huff a breath, placing your cards on the table facing up, shrugging your shoulders as you gaze at him. “Straight flush”

He looks at you, his hands placing his own cards on the table before his hands move down to grab his shirt, pulling it over his head. His tan chest gleams in the sunlight as you eye his form, he leans back as his eyes move to yours.

“Round two?”

You nod, he deals out the deck, you play through a few cards, swapping and gaining them until you were satisfied with your hand.

“Whatcha got Lieutenant?”

“Flush” He says, flicking his cards to the table

You tsk, “Tough break, full house” You flatten your cards and lean back, a smile creeping up on your lips as Bradley stands, his hands moving to undo the button on his shorts as they drop, leaving him in only his boxers.

“Should’ve worn more clothes” You joke.

“And you should be wearing less, come on, deal ‘em”

You laugh as you toss him a few cards, swapping them around before glancing up at him, he’s beaming with a smile and you look back to your cards, your lip between your teeth.

“Four of a kind sweetheart”

“Hmm, I got nothing” You say moving to take off your top,

“Ah, take the pants off first,” He says, pointing towards your lower half, you quirk an eyebrow before you unbutton your own shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs as Bradley lets out a whistle.

“Alright alright, I hope you like the feeling of your bare ass on that chair cause I’m taking the next round” You say

“We’ll see”

You play through 2 more rounds, your loss causing you to strip your shirt while Bradley is left with nothing on.

“Admit defeat yet bird boy?”

He grins, one hand holding his cards while the other cups his modesty.

“You win” He places his cards on the table, you do the same with a victorious smile.

“C’mon, get dressed before our neighbour’s walk out and get a full view of your ass” You say standing from the table.

“I dunno I think Mrs. Jay would like it, I catch her eyein me while I mow the lawn”

“Is that so” You say moving closer to him, your hands settled on his shoulders as you lean down to kiss him. “Might have to chat with her then” You smile against his lips,

“Maybe” His hands move to hold your waist, tugging you closer to him so you’re straddling his thighs, your bodies squished in the chair.

You pull back from his kiss, “Now this would be a sight for their old eyes”

“Let’s give ‘em a show then” Bradley quips, his lips quickly returning to yours, the hairs of his moustache scratching beneath your nose.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your hips sliding forward so your core can settle on top of his length. His lips move to the skin of your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck as his hands roam your back to unclip your bra as you lightly grind down on him.

His arms snake around your back, holding you to him as he stands, walking towards the table before placing you down, your back pressed against the wood, his lips travel down your bare chest, his hands palming at your breasts as he trails wet kisses down your skin, stopping above the hem of your panties before glancing up at you through his lashes, you nod in permission as your fingers thread through his hair.

His fingers dip below your underwear, slowly pulling them down your legs, the warm air hitting the slick of your pussy.

"So perfect" He whispers between the kisses he places to your inner thighs, you whimper quietly, protesting his teasing and he smirks at you. His lips connect with your clit, a string of moans falling from your lips as he sucks at the sensitive bud, high fingers moving to gather the slick around your entrance before he pushes two digits in.

He pumps his fingers in tandem with his tongue, flicking over your clit, bringing you closer to the edge, your hands have settled at the back of his head, gently holding him to you, keeping him between your thighs.

His fingers curve inside you, hitting your sweet spot as the hairs of his upper lip scratch against your tender skin, the band inside you stretching, threatening to snap as he brings you to the edge.

He's mumbling something into your skin but you can't make it out over the pleasure that's washing over your body, your skin consumed in a thin layer of sweat. Heat rises to your face as you come undone, he sucks your clit into his mouth, his tongue teasing over the bud as you unravel under his grip, his hand moves to grab at your breasts, as he continues to finger you through your high, your moans drip from your tongue like honey, the noises going straight to his growing length.

He licks a thick stripe through your folds, collecting your slick before he stands, his hands grabbing at your thighs and spreading them as he slots himself between them, his cock teasing through your folds as your hands reach for him. He leans over your form, your hands roaming his bare chest, feeling over every ridge of tanned muscle as his lips connect with yours.

He lines himself up ad pushes in slowly, his kiss swallowing your moans as he stretches you out, he pushes in deeper, his head falling to rest on your shoulder as your quiet moans fill his ears. He kisses your neck as he begins thrusting into you, the grip on your thighs keeping you still as your back arches into him, your breasts flattening against his broad chest.

Your arms wrap around him, your nails dragging across his skin as he fucks you, his hands leave your skin to plant beside your head and you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him deeper. His tip prods at your cervix, his length dragging against the ridges of your soaked pussy as breathless grunts fall from his lips.

You're clinging to him as the heat envelops you both, his hand snaking down your body, his thumb moving to rub circles over your clit, the stimulation making you clench around him as a string of curses escapes his mouth.

"So good baby, fuck, so wet"

"All for you" You whimper

He's pounding into you, you clench your eyes shut as you feel your second orgasm surface, the rough pads of his fingers toying with your clit bringing you back to the edge.

"Shit, cum on my cock, need to feel you squeeze me"

A few more strokes and your hips are bucking under him, his pace is steady as he fucks you through it, your nails digging into his skin sure to leave marks.

"That's it baby, fuck such a good girl"

You open your eyes as you come down, Rooster pushes up from his position, towering over you,

"Shit I'm gonna cum"

Your hands are grabbing at the sides of the table, trying to ground yourself, he thrusts a few more times before his muscles tighten, pulling out of you as you glance down and ropes of his seed are spilling onto your stomach, his hips twitching with his release.

He's breathing heavily as he leans over your body, placing a kiss on your lips before he grabs a small towel, wiping his spend from your skin and helping you up. He reaches for a glass of water, offering it to you and you take it, your hands resting against his chest as his rubs gentle circles over your back.

"Well I certainly hope Mrs. Jay enjoyed the show," He says

Your eyes widen as you realize just how visible the two of you were your hand gently swatting at him as he laughs.

"C'mon," He nudges his head towards the house,

"It's so nice out though, you want to go inside?"

"Oh I'm just ready for the encore baby" He smirks

You bite your lower lip, chasing after him as the two of you run into the house.

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liyaxolotl · 9 months

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They're so goofy I love them 💛💛💛

Also!!

On a bit of a rambly and possibly narcissistic note, I'm very proud of how I draw each skeleton with their own little quirks in the face and body shape and all (such as Ink's thinner eyes, Blue's wider nose, etc..) cause I feel like sometimes they blend into each other and I feel like because they're already so far from the OG Sans, they aren't necessarily obligated to retain the same shape at all!

I love all of the Star Sanses, especially Swap- May post some fanfiction or something someday

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katakaluptastrophy · 9 months

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John Gaius' commitment to a certain aesthetic for his space empire is...certainly something...

They are using fountain pens on spaceships. Fountain pens. To the extent that every vaguely intellectual character (other than Abigail Pent, who is repeatedly described as "neat" and "immaculate") is constantly described as having ink stains on their hands and even faces, and the smell of ink is referenced repeatedly.

And when they're not writing with fountain pens, they're using necromantically stabilised blood (this isn't just a Harrow quirk - the Sixth have special spikes on their clipboards for signing documents...).

Amongst the Lyctoral traces Abigail finds in the library at Cannan House are "a warped automatic pen with a thin inner cylinder of ink and a plex casing, rather more antiquated than one with an ink cartridge."

It also seems reasonable to assume that the "clockworks" they wear are analogue watches, as Nona scolds Cam for referring to her beeping digital watch as a "clockwork" on New Rho.

And besides the fountain pens, regency navy uniforms, swords, and general 20th century pulp literature culture, a few more things that characters specifically describe as antique or ancient include:

Sunglasses

Metal industrial shelving

Paper books with glossy pages

Black tie formal wear

Automatic doors

LED lights

Chrome kitchen fittings

Guns (to the extent that Abigail specifically says to the Sleeper "you come bearing ancient weapons")

And fine, these are all within the realms of things people are reasonably allowed to have a personal preference against...

But you know what else the Nine Houses don't have?

VACCINES.

What was the thought process by which Dr Science and Humanitarian Empathy decided to bring back routine childhood illnesses from the 1950s?

Speaking of the 1950s, why - in a society that appears to find permanently magically manipulating the bodies of living people trivial - does the standard of eyecare seem to also be from the early 20th century?

As a glasses wearer, I totally appreciate that there may simply be a social preference for glasses despite the existence of flesh magic. But Abigail Pent swapping between two pairs of glasses would seem to suggest that varifocals went the way of the mumps vaccine...

And our perspective on this is entirely from some of the most privileged people in the Dominicus system.

#Missing scene: Cam has to explain why Nona missed her routine childhood vaccinations.#the locked tomb #tlt #tlt meta

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genshin-scenarios · 8 months

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do clothes make the person? (lyney x gn reader)

Summary: …Lyney dresses up in a skirt and leotard, while practicing for another switch-up trick with Lynette. That’s the basic premise. Enjoy!

Notes: This is still SFW but uh… Rated teens and up, just to be safe (a lot of flirting)

Throughout his career, and for the purpose of pulling off impossible feats of magic onstage, Lyney has garnered quite a range of props and outfits to suit his purposes.

The first time you learn of him and Lynette swapping places, you’ve only seen his sister dressing up as him, and joked that perhaps you’d be whisked away by the more level-headed version of Lyney that stands before you (Lynette, still in disguise, looped her elbow with yours and said in deadpan to her brother that the two of you would be going now.)

Suffice to say she was hoping to escape from practice to go buy some desserts, and you were happy to oblige. Lyney hadn’t let either of you forget that betrayal ever since, ever one to play on dramatics just for an excuse to tug on your wrist and demand your attention. Behind those theatrics however is the relief of a brother who’s glad his very-important significant other gets along well with his very-important sister, even if it was at the expense of himself sometimes.

In today’s practice however, Lynette is the one who required a double, and so you found Lyney in their room still in a leotard and skirt. He noticed you entering, and with a quick decision made in the flicker of his eyes, settled into a monotone expression. Posture relaxed, lazily glancing over at you - in this moment, Lyney truly seemed like a cat.

“If you’re looking for my brother, he already left.”

“I already saw Lynette as I was coming in.” You inform, walking over to tidy the props left on the table. You look over at Lyney from over your shoulder, trying to control the quirk of your lips at the sight of his pout. “Were you hoping to get some secrets out of me? Asking how I really feel about you?”

“I didn’t think that far, but now when you put it like that… How could I not be curious?” Lyney makes his way over to you, capturing you in a hug from behind as he rests his head on your shoulder. He starts using his body weight to tilt the both of you towards the side, dangerously close to falling.

“Lyney.”

“Yes?”

“Please stop swaying around, we’re going to—”

Without letting you finish your sentence, Lyney suddenly pulls you against him as he makes the both of you fall towards the ground. Panic surges through you as you feel your feet slipping from under you, only for Lyney to cushion your fall with his body. He’s trying his best not to laugh at the shriek you let out earlier, while you try to resist the urge to strangle him there and then.

“You— Stop laughing!” You grab his wrists; connected to the offenders that pulled you down with him seconds ago, and drag Lyney into a sitting position. “We could’ve gotten hurt!”

“I wouldn’t have let you get hurt.” Lyney gives you an affectionate smile, which would’ve been sweet had it not been for his actions just moments before. “And look, I’ve got you on my lap now. Not quite as fun as hearing you divulge everything you love about me, but a close second.”

“Try saying that without the cat ears and tail.” Keeping the annoyance in your tone, you reach up to take them off his head. It’s just a cleverly hidden headband, but you remember Lyney mentioning how it’d start to hurt if he wore it for too long. “Are these clothes not uncomfortable?”

Lyney’s eyes are shut, leaning against your touch as you ruffle his hair out of its braid. The ash-blonde strands are soft beneath your fingers. “Mmm, not exactly. It’s not like men have never worn leotards, you know. There are appropriate clothes for it.” His lashes flutter open once you retract your hands, violet gaze soft. “Not going to help me rebraid it?”

“I might mess it up.” You say. Lyney hums at the rebuff, unbuckling the belt that holds his tail. He offhandedly tosses it to the side, and just as you let your guard down, he’s quick to pick you up from below your thighs and pull you even closer to him. By instinct, your legs wrap around his waist to get some balance, but immediately after, you realize your compromising position and freeze. “...You’re an absolute sadist.”

“I just want you near,” Lyney smiles innocently, cupping your face in his hands. Despite how his words sound, he honestly just likes physical affection. The horrible blush burning on your ears is just an added bonus. “I’ll let you go after a hug.”

“Promise?”

“Mmhm.”

Watching Lyney carefully, you finally let yourself rest your head in the crook of his neck, arms looping around him. He’s quick to melt into the gesture; at times, hugs could be seen as a test of trust. It was hard for one to see the expression on the other party’s face or be aware of their surroundings when positioned like this. Is it odd for Lyney to feel comfortable despite the slight feeling of anxiety that comes with it? He never lets hugs last for too long, though - lest something actually sneak up from the shadows and he’s too late to protect you both.

By the time he’s finally in his normal clothes, Lyney’s leading you through the streets of Fontaine with your hand in his, claiming there’s a really good restaurant he discovered lately. (In truth, it’s just another excuse to intertwine your fingers.)

You do have to admit - it is cute when he hooks your pinkies together while talking to a fan or acquaintance, swinging it between you both just subtly enough so that no one would notice. Just like how you hadn’t noticed the addition of a tiny magenta ribbon tied to a small lock of your hair. It sits comfortably at the back of your head, so Lyney doubts you’d notice unless you tried combing through it.

Not to mention, it matches his colors! Call him a hopeless romantic, but Lyney thinks the sight of you both together like this is quite endearing, if he says so himself.

#genshin x reader #lyney x reader #lyney genshin impact #lyney x you #lyney x gender neutral reader #genshin x you #genshin reader insert #genshin scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshin writing #traveler wishes

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lees-chaotic-brain · 2 months

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i'm calling dibs on this idea btw, but what if you and shouto got hit with a quirk that caused you to switch bodies? i'm literally giddy imagining all the possible shenanigans

like-when you wake up and realize what happened you're lunging for Shouto's phone to call yourself when his phone starts ringing. picking up, you're greeted by your own voice monotonously apologizing for "accidentally copping a feel" and you're like ??????

denki fs taught him that slang

then once you've calmed down enough to think straight you go to get changed when you notice it. immediately you're back on the phone with him, hysterically asking what to do about it, because oh my god it's hard and what the HELL are you supposed to do about it and jesus you can't even look at it and SAY SOMETHING USEFUL

finally you make it to the office, only to find shouto standing there in your body wearing the ugliest outfit known to mankind. like seriously, did he dig through your entire closet just to find your ugliest pieces of clothing? you're pretty sure that shirt has been living at the back of your closet for years now. you had honestly forgotten you even had it...

he's also holding one of your bras in his hand because he didn't know how to put it on and requires assistance

just when you think things can't get worse, you get a call from him inquiring if you have any extreme internal injuries. confused you tell him you don't only for him to tell you that there's an "alarming amount of blood originating from your nether regions." of course your period has to come early while your bodies are swapped. so you have to talk him through putting in a tampon

he drops the first one in the toilet bc "it feels weird. it's inside me"

literally cracking myself up over an idea i haven't even written yet

@andypantsx3 i might try to get this done for your shouto collab if you're cool with that!!

#lee's brain writes #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #do not steal this it's my idea

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tadpolesonalgae · 5 months

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soft slow sex with helion?

Helion x reader: Sweet Like Peaches[*]

A/N: Give me a melting butter emoji right now 🧈🥞

Warnings: Smut, fingering, tiny bit of biting

Word Count: 1,605

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Quiet sounds of pleasure swap between your mouths, Helion drinking them in like freshly-warmed ambrosia.

His large, dark hands knead the supple skin at your rear, squeezing appreciatively, a noise of guttural need rumbling deep in his chest. Lips quirk up over his own, fingertips splaying across the soft, cream cotton over the broad expanse of his muscled chest, reaching for the golden pin atop one shoulder. With a deft flick, the fabric spills down his body, held tight to his hips by the matching gold belt that’s pressing an indentation into your stomach. Hands grip the lustrous curls of his hair, pulling his mouth closer, tasting him deeper as a quiet moan whispers from your throat—much to his pleasure.

One second, the cool metal of the buckle is grazing the curve of your stomach, then he’s gently pushed you back, mattress dipping as he settles atop you, lips softened in an intimate smile, pulse spiking at the sight.

“Come here,” you mumble, hands outstretched, needing to feel the deep heat of his skin against your own. Helion laughs lowly but obeys, one powerful, golden-snake-wrapped arm sliding beneath your upper back, pulling from the bed as his head dips, mouth opening over your own, tongues pressing together as he settles between your thighs.

Moans begin spilling more steadily, quiet pants as calloused and scar-flecked fingers drag teasingly up the outside of your leg, taking the skirts with him, the colour of peaches dripping sun-warmed honey. Teeth gently nip at your lip, spine arching in response, pulling away to glare at him briefly, dragging another deep laugh from your husband. Your mouth opens to speak, but he’s already sealed himself back over, thousands of tiny, colour-dusted wings fluttering in your lower belly as he slowly drags the tip of his tongue over yours, deep amber eyes searing to your own.

You soften into his hold, melting back as he lays you down, your hands lowering to his belt while his slide beneath the thin golden string at your hips, easing away the sopping fabric. Hot aches blossom across your belly, thighs widening once bare, inviting him to come between them. He pauses, thumb brushing just shy of where you want him, taking his time playing and memorising your scent, your skin.

Desire swells in his darkened gaze, swiping across your clit, pushing lightly in soft circles as he watches the day’s tension roll from your shoulders.

“Helion,” you moan on a breath, hips rolling as his fingers prod at the dip between your thighs. “Not tonight,” you ask quietly, arms slung around broad shoulders. Legs wrap tighter around his hips, pulling him closer with a silent plea.

A charming smile plays on his mouth, thick digits slipping easily between your thighs. “I know it’s been a long day,” he says lowly, atop your lips. “But if you think that means you’re going to get this any quicker, then you’re wrong.” Hips buck, fingers curling and touching, his thumb still easing back and forth over your aching clit. “I need you just as badly honey, but you know as well as I do you’ll be sore in the morning if we don’t do this now.” Heat flushes, relenting as digits continue their thorough exploration, seeking out those spots that make you—

A high-pitched sound of pleasure whines out as he takes his time, enjoying the slight bite of sparkling nails into his forearm.

“Would you like me to stop?” He drawls lowly, amusement dancing across his features as he takes in the roll of your hips, the heat from your cheeks, the wetness of freshly-licked lips. “Only if I get you after,” you breathe shakily, pleasure bubbling. His responding laugh feathers over your lower belly, fluttering at the deep timbre. Finger curls and touch until he’s certain you’re ready for him, no longer squeezing tight but relaxed and wet, dripping around him.

He pulls away, and you whimper at the loss, feeling cold and empty, trying to tighten around something needfully. But then his hands have removed the infuriating golden buckle, cream fabric pulled from powerful muscle in a whisper of cotton. Tongue swipes out over your lips, wanting to drag it over his skin, to taste him as he pushes in.

“A little wider,” he instructs, broad palms gently pushing at your thighs, guiding you further apart. Eyes helplessly flick down, mouth watering at the pearly bead of precum nestled at his tip, full enough to be on the verge of spilling over.

Without thinking, your hand slides down to hold him, thumb swiping his head. Muscle tightens, a low breath groaning from his chest at the sensitivity, watching with a hungry gaze as you raise your hand, licking his flavour away slowly, relishing in his taste.

Helion can’t help himself, lining up with your entrance and dipping his head down, hot mouth opening over your own, greedily taking in the mixed flavours. Thighs part wider, hips raising so he can slide deeper, and those mischievous hands of his cup your rear, squeezing hungrily. Snake up over heated skin, bringing the dress higher, removing it swiftly with familiar ease, tossed aside so he can play and palm your breasts.

A thumb grazes your nipple, soft moans warming his mouth, hips pressing forward until they’re tight to the back of your thighs. Needful noises pant from glossy, parted lips, pupils blown wide with arousal as he sinks deep inside of you. So full you can feel him in your lower belly.

“Helion…!” You moan, teeth prodding at your lower lip, hips rolling onto him, encouraging movement.

Your husband groans roughly, resisting the urge to pin you to his bed and pound into you until one or both of you is passing out. But the way you’re arching is only invitation to those thoughts of his, and he has to close his eyes against the onslaught of arousal. He wants to go slowly, really get you to feel him, every sense carved into your mind like how it happens for him, each detail carefully catalogued within the chambers of knowledge and memory.

It’s only once you’ve again relaxed back into the bed, accustomed to the already intense pleasure that he begins to move. Slow, and languid. One hand cradling your head, spine curving with ecstasy, heat and pleasure twining into something soft and syrupy that’s bubbling away in the pit of your belly.

His hand spans your hip, pulling you back against him as the pace begins to pick up, tracing over your stomach to palm your breast. “You know how much I love these?” He asks lowly, wanting to open his mouth over you.

All you can manage is a dazed moan, urging him to speed up, to deliver you that pleasure and heat that’ll have you fluttering around him. “Please…Helion,” you breathe, back bowing off the mattress. “Please.”

A low curse drags from his lips, before straightening, hands splaying across your waist as he sets the rhythm, mouth parting as eyes lock with his own, wide and desperate. “Like that…” you urge, needing more. “Keep going, just like that…” He would never dream of stopping, not when you’re both so near the edge, poised to tumble into each others arms.

Your lips part soundlessly, breath stuttering as he touches a place inside of you that has your nails grappling for something to bite into. He marks the reaction eagerly, a low laugh reverberating at the back of his throat, angling your hips so he can hit that spot again, hungry for your pleasure. “Just like that?” He repeats breathlessly, targeting it over and over as your eyes squeeze shut from the intensity.

“I’m— I can’t—” You gasp, breath shuddering from the ecstasy.

“Then don’t,” he groans, lips attaching to your throat, adding to the marks. “With me,” he urges, moving to the space just below your jaw, teeth coming out to nip. You inhale sharply, hands gripping at his back, slowly driven mad by the simmering pleasure, begging to be released.

All you can manage is a breathless moan before you’re fluttering around him, eyes rolling back as he continues that wonderful pace, hot mouth putting marks into your throat, sucking bruises into your collar bones. The world is speckled through with white dots, thousands of those tiny wings taking flight inside as you arch into him, nipples grazing his chest.

His own high crests, hot cum spilling into you as he grinds his orgasm into your heat, obscene sounds squishing between you, hips rolling and bucking against one another until the pleasure begins to fade, aftershocks washing through flushed skin. You pant deeply, eyes peeking open to find amber already upon you, deep desire swirling. Curls spill forward, tight ringlets brushing your brow as you stare at one another, craving the heat of touch already.

Arms cross over his shoulders, pulling him down to your mouth. He follows easily, groaning softly as his tongue sweeps in, hip rolling lightly, making you arch with sensitivity. Hands touch and explore long after the pleasure has faded, tracing patters tenderly, relishing in the seemingly endless time. Basking in the deep satisfaction of being tangled together.

It’s not until your lids grow heavy that activities cease, your husband settling at your side, the mattress dipping as arms wrap over your waist, tucking you into his warmth.

Hot lips graze your temple, night darkening the room as your scents twine together as they belong, contentedness softening your mind as you sink into sleep. Safe and at peace in his bed.

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What about an AU where Yoichi and AFO's quirks are swapped?

1- Yoichi, tiny little twin he is, starved, is so hungry that the second he's born, he clings and tries for food as the twins are raised to suckle- instead, he pulls the spike quirk into his body, and chokes on it. the spikes pierce the nursing new mother, and that with the injury of childbirth means this will be the first and last time the twins have milk.

2- The spikes poke AfO's hands when he grabs the baby, but Yochi's too tired and worn out to hurt him as much. Later, he'll learn to keep from hurting his brother, even as AfO ignores it, carrying Yoichi around like a weapon. Throw spiky brother at prey/intruders/attackers, then collect him when he's done. Yoichi is an attack dog- part pet, part tool. Except he's not good at following orders, his first words being "stop" and "no", so AfO just kinda shoves him where he wants him. Still, Yoichi doesn't leave.

3- As Yoichi is AfO's weapon, he is not left in different shelters while AfO goes out alone- he's never given the opportunity for privacy, or reading comics. Still, AfO finds out that Yoichi does not like *anyone* attacking others, not just him- he'll yell at strange grown ups to stop too, just like he does AfO. AfO wishes he would just attack first and stop trying to use words or tears that don't work- but then Yoichi takes another power and makes the attacker run away, and well... yeah, he can allow that.

4- When Yoichi falls ill, he cannot go out to fight or steal powers. AfO tries to tell him to anyway, and Yoichi gets annoyed and tells him to 'do it himself if he wants to badly enough', shoving the spike quirk into him- passing on a quirk for the first time. AfO is delighted, and tries to shake out more quirks, but Yoichi passed out from the effort, and refuses to when he wakes up- he even tries to take the spike quirk back, but finds that he can't. AfO gets more demanding, trying anything for more, bargaining, then threatening. Yoichi can't fight back without seriously hurting him, and he doesn't want to- so he finally shoves a bunch of quirks into his older brother and runs while he adjusts to the feeling.

5- AfO becomes a multi powered fiend, feared, while Yoichi vanishes, laying low and staying on the move, taking quirks from those who misuse them- when he thinks the word won't get back to his brother who still hunts him. One day, Yoichi's hideout is broken into by two vigilantes who want him to neutralize AfO. Yoichi explains he can't, his power can't take any back from his twin, and he tried. After some conferring, the two take Yoichi back to their group to figure out how he can be used to help, in exchange for safe keeping and food. A year later, the gambit seems to have worked- Kudo and his second-in-command stumble back to the base, the rest of the multi-quirk soldiers dead in the successful attempt to kill AfO. But that's when they realize the stress of multiple quirks in one brain, and Yoichi tries to take all their powers back to heal them. It doesn't work. The attack was their entire plan- the whole base is empty now, and everyone who left dead. Just Yoichi, and the youngest recruit Hikage who stayed behind as an alarm/guard, remain. Finally truly broken, Yoichi goes to Hikage and passes on every quirk, including the all-for-one quirk, then dies. Hikage flees into the woods. (Unbeknownst to him, so does Yoichi's brother's successor, Gigantomachia.)

#haha wow. thats messed up.#starredmoth #pocket talks to people #ask game #like. just miserable for everyone huh #maybe we just hope the whole family blows itself up by banjo's era so the rest of the cast can have some peace #or at least. not something worse #bnha manga spoilers #ishh im gonna probably stop tagging that when its been a full week

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