#cockwarming cw

[tired-biscuit]

Cockwarming kiba as a punishment for him being jealous but he literally cannot stand it and instead tries to fuck you wildly 😩

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: cockwarming, jealousy, degrading (reader gets called names), lots of bickering, kind of a sweet ending, established relationship.

↳ you wear a skirt that your boyfriend thinks is much too short for his own personal comfort. after he shares his (mostly unwanted) opinion on it, an argument ensues for which you both end up paying for.

all kiba wants to do is pound your pussy. but instead of doing that, he’s being forced to sit completely still, while you literally soak his cock as punishment.

it all happens so quick, neither of you remembers who had made the first move as a means to connect in the midst of the storm that is your argument. one second you were screaming at him, losing your shit and acting ‘batshit crazy’, and the next you were tasting his tongue in your mouth, experiencing the prickle of his canines tugging on your bottom lip like so many times before.

it’s different this time, however. while the kissing might be something you’re used to by now and is nothing short from a whirlwind of transparent need and an almost ferocious exhibition of love, the air in the room sits heavy; it’s laced with unresolved tension that you’re both secretly dreading for having to sort out.

it’s a sensitive matter. words had been said, poison unleashed, and you can’t take any of it back. panting on the couch, you’re both avoidant when it comes to facing the consequences as you try to cool down after the tense, oddly sexually-charged fight you’ve just had.

you suppose it’s safe to say that it’s not going all that well.

the living room has gotten hot, it’s been like this for the last twenty minutes or so. kiba’s body feels like it’s burning, reaching close to a hundred degrees because of how pissed he is at the fact that you keep on refusing to bounce up and down his dick in that slutty way that you know damn well he’s an absolute sucker for.

your body, meanwhile, has practically been set ablaze as an aftermath of the stretch that you willingly choose to endure between your legs. it makes you pulsate with heat right from within; causing you to simmer with annoyance and pleasure at the same time. he’s so snug inside you, fits you so well.

both of you want to move, it’s making you visibly desperate. but you can’t; at least not until one of you admits defeat first.

“apologize.”

“nah.”

a fed up scoff leaves you at his point-blank denial, at how he really makes an effort to say it as nonchalantly as possible. it’s like he doesn’t care, even if you know that he’d die for you at the end of the day. it’s just the kind of man he is.

you stare at one another; gazes filling to the brim with lust, but also getting intense, heated with bitter disapproval that emits from both sides in nearly equal amounts.

pride truly can be a curse. to an outsider, it would look like you’ve come to despise each other from how venomously you’re currently glaring at him and he at you. there are daggers hiding in your respective stares, though all their cuts are superficial. the blades might be honed, but neither of you lets them cut too deep. years of partnership has taught you well.

still, kiba’s anger is intense, so much so that it’s almost palpable in the room you’re in. the irked look that now sits on his face only fuels your own outrage that you feel for him. it’s no wonder that the longer you stare at your persistently obstinate boyfriend, the desire to spit the outright nastiest, most hurtful words that you’d ever be able to come up with on the spot, gets so profound that it nearly starts to swell within your chest.

they’re getting awfully impatient as they sit on the tip of your tongue, the insults. you can feel them pushing against the back of your teeth as they desperately try to break free so that they can relieve some of the frustration that dangerously bubbles inside you, and can thus cause damage you’d both regret later on.

you want to say them so badly, and yet, one look aimed at his dark brown eyes makes you swallow every bad word. makes you shove them down your throat, that feels way too tight because of the knot that’s currently residing in it. makes you keep yourself in-check and forces your mouth to remain shut, because you’re well aware that it’s not worth it, even if there’s red clouding every corner of your vision.

there’s nothing but love underneath the surface.

after all, you surely wouldn’t end up in this sticky situation if there was no heart, yes?

it’s time to try again.

“apologize.”

“no.”

“c’mon,” you huff, blinking away the merest hint of tears from your eyes. “apologize.”

“mm… stop that.”

the way you readjust ever so slightly then, wiggling your hips in the most careful manner, makes him swallow thickly this time, and causes the vein in the side of his neck to bulge against his tan skin.

kiba exhales loudly through his nose at the little movement, repressing the urge to groan in pleasure that it invokes. his lips press into a firm line when he looks up at you from underneath his dark lashes. he doesn’t want you to cry — he loves you, goddammit — but at the same time, he doesn’t want you to win either.

in his unfortunately small, male brain, he feels like you’re the one that’s in the wrong about the entire situation. just like you must surely feel like he is in yours.

but can you blame him for it, really? he simply isn’t capable of understanding the reason as to why you’d ever want to wear a skirt that short anywhere else but in the safe confines of your home, where he’d be the only one able to lay eyes on it and would consequently slide his hands underneath it just as well.

he’s overthinking it. is wondering if you’re doing it because you’re somehow trying to mess with him on purpose. if you are trying to make him jealous by wearing it, which you’ve indeed succeeded in doing already, and if you are trying to provoke him as well. god, what if you’re doing it to catch someone else’s eye? and whose eye exactly, if you are?

to be fair, he’s well aware of your freedom when it comes to picking and choosing your outfits, as well as every other thing, of course, and he normally doesn’t fuss about it at all but rather supports it instead. but come on; even you must admit that you’re acting straight up absurd this time.

aren’t you?!

the wretched thing is so tiny that it makes your entire ass peek out from underneath the hem. and yes, that’s when you’re not bending over at the middle. he’s made sure.

he could see everything as you’d carelessly strolled past him earlier, telling him that you’re ready to go out. could see the smooth back of your thighs, the fat of your ass. hell, he could even see how plump your fucking pussy looked in your cutesy underwear.

the same plump pussy that he’s sank balls deep into, now. the same fat ass that he’s got his hands full with; blunt nails sinking into the plush flesh as he hikes the piece of clothing that is to blame for all of this higher up your waist.

“i said no,” he mutters quietly, his breathing ragged from how overwhelmed and impatient he’s getting. his cock is leaking inside of you. it makes him twitch all over; he can’t stay still.

you make a note of how he doesn’t sound as self-asssured as he did before, even if his gaze remains unmoving from yours. and sure, while he might be stubborn as a bull, you don’t miss the unsure flicker of a muscle in his cheek when you purposefully squeeze around him, though. the way his dick throbs in response, warming your sensitive walls, causes one corner of your lips to kick upward slightly.

he’s giving in.

“c’mon, ki,” you utter sweetly, trying a different approach whilst squeezing him again just for good measure. “just say you’re sorry and we’ll, umm… forget this ever happened. yeah, baby?”

“fuck no,” he replies in a whisper, furrowing his brow at the sudden sugar in your tone. there’s sweat gleaming on it already.

“why not?”

“because.”

“because, why?”

“just ‘cause.”

“okay, but why?”

“‘cause i don’t wanna say it, all right?!” he frowns. “now stop pesterin’ me.”

you’re getting nowhere.

but what he does want from you, though, is for you to just fucking ride him already. this forced stillness, that you’re making him follow through with as punishment for what he’d said about your outfit earlier, is absolute torture. it’s his own personal kind of hell.

and he wants out.

“why don’t you want to say it?” you press on.

“‘cause,” he insists yet again, swallowing the saliva that’s gathered in his mouth for a second time.

silence stretches between you. your warm slick dribbles down to his balls. it makes his heart race.

“fine, whatever. have it your way, i give up,” you say, clearly done with it.

you start to lift your hips but he stops you. makes you stay on top of him with the help of both big hands wrapping around your curves. the callouses that touch your skin make your chest tighten. you’re getting slippery between your legs.

“keep sittin’.” his eyelids are so heavy when he looks at you and sighs in defeat when you push back against his grip, not listening. you feel so good, it makes him physically ache. he can’t have you running off, it’ll ruin him.

“no, i don’t wanna,” you talk back, scrunching the bridge of your nose. you keep pulling away from him now; pushing at his chest and trying to lift yourself off his lap. all this disobedient squirming that you’re doing clearly hits a nerve within him.

“fine, fine, damn! i don’t wanna say i’m sorry ‘cause i hate that slutty lil’ skirt and how fucking short it is, okay?” he obliges at long last, relishing the way you go still. “your entire ass is out when you wear it, for fuck’s sake.”

you quirk a brow, astounded. “so?”

he blinks. “what d’you mean ‘so’?”

“what does it matter if you hate it? that doesn’t give you permission to be mean to me about it!”

“no, i—”

“last time i checked, i can wear whatever i want. so if i want my ass to be out, then it sure as hell will be.”

now he’s the one that’s baffled. “i mean, it’s jus’ my opinion… why should i have to apologize for having an opinion?”

some opinion.

insecurity is more like it.

“whatever… do you really hate it, though? the skirt?” you look down at the place where you connect; at the glistening little spot where your clit is pressing against his dark pubic hair, now that you’ve settled back down.

“y-yeah.” his stomach is clenched tight, the muscle lines there visible from how strained he is and how badly he’s trying to keep himself from fucking right into you. it’s a struggle for you both, the entire cockwarming situation, but it seems like he’s taking it way worse than you.

“aha. sure, buddy.” he doesn’t miss the way your eyebrows shoot up towards your hairline at his unconvincing answer. you’re clearly more interested in his treacherous body language than what he has to say.

“what,” he nearly growls out. he’s getting frustrated, and the fact that you aren’t giving him what he wants, not letting him cum, is definitely not helping either. “what is it?”

“oh, nothing,” you chirp playfully, giggling a little. “nothin’ at all.”

“why are there always gotta be games when i’m with you?” he glares. snaps his jaw into place. “just say what you wanna say, is it really that hard?”

“mm,” you bring a finger up to your lips as you pretend to ponder. and just as he gets hopeful that you’ll speak your mind, just as he’s nearly delirious with want, all he gets as an answer is you leaning in and gently flicking the tip of his nose as you mock the depth of his voice and say, “and what happens if ‘i don’t wanna say it’?”

before he can respond, you grin and continue, “what if all i wanna do is, oh, i dunno… wear my slutty little skirt, as you’ve called it, and prance around in it right in front of everyone…?”

he stares up at you at your taunt. you watch with a twisted sense of victory as his pupils grow large to the size of a cat’s whenever it finds itself in the dark.

heat rises up kiba’s neck; it makes his face turn so red at your provocative remarks that you’re positive it’d be hot all over if you were to touch it. but the blush does not happen because of embarrassment, like you’d initially thought at the start. no, no.

this is pure, jealous fury.

the lewd embrace that your soft cunt continues to provide around his cock tightens to an almost unbearable degree when he grabs you by the hips again all of a sudden, and holds you in a grip that’s so iron-like that it causes his knuckles to flash stark white because of it.

“what’re you, h-hey— n-no, fuck!” your legs squeeze around him as he slams into you with relentless force, then; with no warning whatsoever. it’s an action he’s rarely seen accomplishing without your approval first, but he doesn’t even think about seeking it out in that exact moment.

he doesn’t think you deserve it, really.

at least not when you act like a brat.

“fuck… this. you can wear that shitty skirt for as long as ya want, sweetheart,” he whispers, every breath laboured. “but lemme just make one thing clear; you won’t even be able to walk, much less sit in it after i’m done with that little whorish cunt of yours that you wanna flaunt around so bad.”

“oh, fu-fuck you!” you repeat with a squeal at the sudden intrusion; mouth popping open, eyes squeezing shut. your fingers twitch as you grab fistfuls of his hair and try to make him ease his ruthless pounding a bit.

he smirks. “you’re doin’ it right now.” fucker.

the squelches are so loud. the slapping of skin against skin stings you. the tears that threaten to spill over your waterline are hard to hide, now. it all makes your upper lip quiver.

and yet, it doesn’t sway him into mercy.

kiba doesn’t listen, nor does he care as he puts his hand on the back of your neck, tangles his fingers into your hair and presses you flush against his chest. ever since your panties had come sliding down your legs, currently clinging for dear life around one of your ankles, he’s turned completely brain-dead.

because no matter how many times you mewl and cry out now, all he does is grunt and grumble into the tender spot where your neck meets your shoulder. he simply doesn’t budge. his pounding has even gotten so ruthless that he’s got you gritting your teeth from how close you’re getting to climax and overstimulation.

“you think i’ll just stay completely still like a good boy while there’s a cute lil’ slut sitting on my cock?” his exhales are warm against your skin. arrogance drips off his tone as he kisses your cheek softly, “baby, who do you take me for?”

you’re both sweating like crazy by the time you start to comply and help him by wiggling your hips again. your walls are just so tight, so wet, and your hole keeps fluttering around his cock in a way that makes his eyes want to roll back into his skull. the fact that your tits are out and are being shoved right into his goddamn face as you sit on his lap and keep your arms tightly wrapped around his neck is pure heaven.

he nearly shivers when you drag your nails through his hair and let your knees sink deeper into the cushions of the sofa you’d shoved him onto long moments prior straddling him in pure frustration.

“i’m sorry,” you whimper through tears and quiet sniffles when the first heatwave of your orgasm rushes through you, shaking you to your fucking core. his thrusts have gotten jerky and sloppy, but he doesn’t stop. just keeps on pushing you through your high.

“m’sorry, too, sweetheart,” he heaves, pulling you in for a kiss that’s more spit and clashing of teeth than anything else. his forehead rests against your own and his eyes are soft. “sorry for being so mean and acting like a prick. i’ll make it up to you, promise.”

“i love you.” your eyelids flutter shut at the overwhelming sensation, the bliss, the fullness. “…god.”

“love ya too.” he chuckles. tries to focus on his movements even if the way you clench around him like a vice wipes his mind entirely clean. “and forget about what i said, yeah? who cares what you wear? i can fight if someone tries shit with you… i’ll knock out their fucking teeth if i have to.”

you grin, all dazed and crooked. “really? you’d fight for me?”

“mhmm,” he hums lazily, hiking your skirt up again as if he wants to prove a point. his gaze fixates on it as he watches how his cock pushes in and out of your drenched cunt, the ring of milky arousal gathering at the hilt of him. “you know, it kind of fits you well… a slutty lil’ skirt for a slutty lil’ pussy.”

all is forgiven with the quiet laugh you share then.

#kiba smut #naruto smut #kiba x reader #biscuit drabbles #cw cockwarming #cw degrading

[dearramiel]

Always thinking about how Eddie would sit on his throne with his darling sitting on his lap, his dick snugged into her pussy as he's planning his next campaign. Slapping her ass whenever she squirms or tries to ride him.

It's hard not to want to, especially when he's jumping in place when a bright idea comes to him.

#eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x Reader smut #cw cockwarming

[cloudsintheheadd]

going to bed… oh no, i accidentally left my door unlocked and my windows opened… sure would be a shame if someone just… invited themselves in to play with my body while im blissfully asleep and unaware… making me warm their cock or strap… really would be terrible…

#cnc k!nk #cnc somno #tw somno #soft somno #somno mention #somno fantasy #wlw somno #lesbian somno #cw: somno #nsft cnc #nsft cockwarming #lesbian nsft #lgbt nsft #nblnb nsft #nblw nsft #nsft concept #sapphic nsft #wlw nsft #queer nsft #t4t nsft #send anons

[koucaine]

cockwarming one (1) ushijima wakatoshi in the bathtub. <3

y’all aren’t doin’ anything but kissin’. maybe a few whispers here n there. his wet, soapy hand rubbing slow circles in the small of your back. you peppering sweet kisses along his jawline where the tiniest bit of stubble is starting to grow, tickling the plush of your lips. a content sigh leaves his lips. ushijima wishes he could stay there forever. the pressure of the jets is doing wonders on his body, the water is constantly heated. you even took the time to light up a few candles.

the setting is perfect. the moment is perfect. he wants this memory engrained in his brain forever, actually.

“you tired, ‘toshi?”, you asked, studying his face.

he shook his head. “no. i’m just glad to be able to hold you like this.”

#ᥫ᭡ — thinkin’ thots #this is the second cockwarming post ssjsjsjdk #but like… this is really fluff #a domestic au even #sigh. #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu!! #hq smut #haikyuu smut #ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #ushijima x black reader #ushijima x yn #ushijima x black yn #cw cockwarming #smut

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 4: cockwarming + pregnancy

MINORS DNI

Warnings: amab gn dom top reader, sub bottom trans Lucifer, cockwarming, pregnancy, mild overstim

terms used for luci: hole, pussy, clit

“You misspelled your name,” you murmur, amused by the way that Lucifer’s composure is slipping already. He’s been cockwarming you for roughly an hour now, letting you massage his swollen belly and sore tits as he does his paperwork. 

Lucifer curses softly, but otherwise continues like he didn’t hear you. You rest your head on his shoulder and watch him work. 

The best part of this situation is that you get to make sure Lucifer’s actually taking breaks. And he’s due for one soon.

You kiss Lucifer’s neck, and let the hand that’s been caressing his belly move down to play with his erect clit. His breath hitches and you feel him squeeze around you at the action.

“It’s time for a break darling,” you coo. Lucifer pretends he doesn’t hear you again, gripping onto his pen tightly.

“Hey,” you thrust your hips up into him, and he lets out a choked moan, “Luci you’ve got to take breaks,” he starts to protest, but a gentle flick to his clit has him whining for a different reason, “the doctor said the baby might feel your stress, and you don’t want that do you darling?” Lucifer shakes his head, dropping his pen as he admits defeat. 

He leans back against your chest, cuddling into you, “I need you,” he mumbles softly, so quietly that if you weren’t next to his face you might not have heard. 

“Aw Luci, what do you need?” you can see his face flush, and he easily avoids eye contact with the position you’re in right now. 

“Please, I need to cum,” his voice is strained and desperate, despite how he tries to seem collected. You kiss his neck, and the hand that isn’t rubbing his clit squeezes his hip gently. 

“Yeah sweetheart, I’ll make you cum,” you promise. Lucifer lets out a sigh of relief that turns into a moan as you start slowly moving your hips. He reaches out and braces himself against the desk. 

Slowly you fuck up into him, the lube from when you slipped yourself into him earlier mixed with Lucifer’s own wetness that has been accumulating for the better half of the hour create a lewd squeltching sound with each thrust that fills Lucifer’s office. Despite your languid pace, you’re not cruel, so you rub his clit quickly to hear him moan and pant.

He groans your name, trying his best (and failing terribly) to work his hips back against you at a quicker pace. You hold his hip still, wanting to hear him beg for you to go faster. 

“Please!” he wails, his frustration boiling over already,  “fuck me faster- nngh- harder, please, plea-oh,” he’s cut off by your rough first thrust as you pick up the pace. 

“Just relax darling,” you fuck him good and deep, getting lost in the pleasure that you’ve been craving ever since you got balls deep into Lucifer’s pussy an hour ago, “let me- hah- take care of you.” 

He does. He grips onto the desk and lets you fuck him, his hole fluttering and clenching onto you as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. 

“I’m going to cu-uh-um,” he keens, clawing at the edge of his desk as he arches his back. 

You moan, feeling your own climax also steadily approaching, and readjust your hips to pound him deeper. The new angle is what sets him over the edge, and with a choked groan of your name Lucifer cums. 

His clit twitches under your fingers and his pussy clenches tight around you. You fuck him through his orgasm, and somewhere along the lines you climax too, filling him up with your cum. 

Lucifer lets out some pleased garbled noise as you cum, again trying (and again failing) to move his hips. It’s really easy to fuck him dumb these days. 

He’s whining softly by the time you’re done, his brows furrowed at the slight overstimulation he’s feeling. You stop rubbing his clit and instead rub his belly lovingly.

“There we go,” you hum, kissing his neck, “that’s better yeah? Feel good to take a break?” too embarrassed to admit it, Lucifer nods silently. 

“You can go back to work now,” you tease, knowing Lucifer’s going to have a hard time concentrating anyways. He huffs, wiggles his hips (causing you to let out a strained groan), and resumes his work. 

You go back to watching over his shoulder, already counting down the minutes until his next “break.”

#kinktober/2022 #spice #cw pregnancy #cw cockwarming #i def didnt think id get this done cause i was so miserable this morning. thank god for dunkins pumpkin cold brew

[fuckmechanique]

Imagine being made to sleep entirely naked except for a special harness made to keep your aching cunt stuffed full. And of course you're in the arms of a fully clothed dom the entire night so you can't touch yourself without being noticed.

#k. text #k. d/s #k. cockwarming #k. cdns #ftm nsft #ftm ns/fw #ftm sub #sub ftm #ftm bottom #bottom ftm #cw somnophilia #not really but just in case.

[burdieluv]

I’d do anything to wake up with his hand around my throat as he’s pushing his cock deep inside of me. He’d give me a low chuckle when he noticed me waking up and whining, squirming from him but his hold on my would tighten. “Quit your whining slut, the only thing you’re meant to do is be my perfect little clock sleeve. Now, keep me warm while I sleep alright pretty baby?”

#bd/sm blog #cnc free use #cw: somno #tw cockwarming #choking

[festeringhorror]

All I want is to ride a sleepy puppy sub, slow and gentle, them instinctually grinding up into me, smiling down at them as they whine, moan and yawn, stroking their hair and whispering praises to them. I want to still be connected to them, have them still filling me, as we fall asleep together, just staying there connected.

Is that too much to ask????

#this is literally one of my top fantasies #riding then Cockwarming to sleep together #nsft #/ nsft #enby nsft #lgbt nsft #nb nsft #nblm nsft #nblnb nsft #nonbinary nsft #nsft queer #autistic nsft #queer nsft #gay nsft #nsft concept #nblw nsft #bd/sm kink #somno nsft #somno fantasy #cw: somno #somnophilia #somno #somno cw #soft somno #tw somno #💤 #c0ckwarming #nsft sub #puppy sub #❤️‍🩹🪱

[angrelysimpping]

mannnnn i wish we could find a way to drag low dom free use alex to town, more specifically to school. use him as your own personal seat while you cockwarm him during class, overstimulating him when he comes over and over again. can’t even find a way to feel shame when he can’t feel anything but the warm grip of you on him. your strong, sweet farmer reduced to soft gasps, enduring the wandering eyes everytime you remind him how good he is for you. the smell of alcohol may be strong on his tongue the first few times, but neglected boys like him would fo anything for the affection you can bestow on him.

Oh, I don't think he'd handle it well. Alex gets embarrassed about their own nudity, after all. If you somehow managed to even get the teachers to agree (Leighton takes a long look at Alex, eyes blatantly roaming over his toned body as Alex tries to not squirm under their lecherous gaze and agree to let Alex take a few classes as a show of good faith. All Alex has to do is get good marks and maybe the two of you spend some time beautifying the campus under Leighton's watchful eye) it still bothersome to get Alex to agree.

Then you got a flustered farmhand, face pressed into your shoulder and trying really, really hard not to whine or buck into you.

#mumbling n muttering #alex the farmhand #tw free use #cw free use #tw cockwarming #cw cockwarming

[goddessrisen]

     a kind reminder that hyeon-seung is absolutely fine with being collared by select lovers. she very much enjoys the ownership aspect of it and will absolutely melt for the correct person, leaving no sign of brat in sight. attaching a leash / lead to it and maneuvering her however her lover would like   ??   incredible, genius, 10/10. keeping her on her knees, pulling her between your legs in order to service you   ??   amazing. calling her your pretty bird / pretty girl while she's like that   ??   perfect way to leave her dazed and deep in sub-space.

     on that note, let hyeon sit between your thighs as you work / read / concentrate on something else. command her to sit still, face buried between your legs but unable to actually please you. will she try to get you off / tease you   ??   absolutely, but she would need to be punished / shown where exactly her place is.

#✦ — • headcanon • #cw: suggestive #// let hyeon cockwarm / the feminine equivalent 2024 #// but seriously #// she could be so good for your muse #🥺🥺🥺🥺

[wri0thesley]

i shamelessly want to be cat hybrid maid for the genshin men... so cute and helpful all the time maybe a lil clumsy but thats okay!! Outfit can be whatever they want, as revealing as they want, collar with a bell and maybe even a bell for their tail so it rings from any movement <33 all to themselves, and of course theyll be sure to thank their adorable helper for all the hard work <333

and you are so valid for this want, anon. oh to be told you're doing a good job and receive some ear scritches for it, to have them play with your little bell and praise you for doing a good job even when you've accidentally knocked over a glass of water on their desk for the fifth time this week . . . sigh

#nat.txt #also the. the bell jingle. when you're. in their lap. the bell jingle...... #cockwarming wearing a bell and they tell you off when it rings because you're not still enough :((( #not sfw text #genshin impact posting #hybrids cw

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

For the @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: Didn't Mean It

All In A Day's Work

Fandom: Loki

Pairing: Loki x Mobius

Rating: Mature

Tags: inappropriate sexual behaviour in the workplace, HR forms, cockwarming, Loki doing what he wants.

Summary: HR manager Mobius gets fed up of Loki being sent to see him, but he comes up with a solution.

Inspired by @wolfpup026 and @textsfromthetva

Mobius sighed, putting his pen down on the mountain of HR complaints in front of him, each one more ridiculous than the last.

“This is the third time this week you’ve been sent to see me and it isn’t even Wednesday yet,” he bemoaned. This was going to take him hours to go through the paperwork.

Across the desk, Loki gave a knowing smirk. He had the collar of his jacket turned up, despite it going against company uniform policy.

“I didn’t mean to cause you such distress,” he hummed.

“Well, what did you think would happen when you told Casey how cute he looked bent over the delivery crates?” Mobius folded his arms, ready for yet another bullshit excuse. He’d lost count of how many he’d heard.

Loki scoffed. “I didn’t mean any of it in a serious way. It just slipped out my mouth.”

“But it keeps on happening,” Mobius griped. He absentmindedly unbuttoned his sleeves and began rolling up his sleeves.

“Hmmm, those look delightful,” Loki purred, licking his lips as his eyes raked over Mobius’ bare arms.

“See, this is exactly the kind of thing you shouldn’t be saying,” Mobius stated, banging his palm off the desk louder than he meant to. He winced at the noise.

“This is the only time I’ve meant it,” Loki retorted back smoothly. He leaned forward, putting a hand right beside Mobius’, pinkies almost touching.

Mobius frowned. “Loki, this is hardly appropriate workplace behaviour…”

“And when are you ever not working, hmmm? You never leave this office, not even to take lunch.”

“I’m in here doing all the paperwork for your ridiculous ‘pranks’ that are upsetting everyone. You need to stop.”

“Make me.” The words breathed across Mobius’ face, making him shiver. He blinked. His shoulder rose, tensing up.

“What?”

“Make me,” Loki repeated. He brushed his pinkie against Mobius’.

“It’s not appropriate to make those kinds of statements, nevermind have a workplace relationship.”

“Yes, yes. You’ve said that before,” Loki said, waving his hand around. He got up, perching on the desk and leaning over him. “I’d jack this job in a heartbeat if you said yes to going out with me.”

Mobius sat back, putting space between them. He rubbed his hands over his eyes.

Loki had been sent on numerous courses to learn better behaviours, but none had been effective. All that had happened was more mess for Mobius to clean up.

He stared at the piles of paperwork. Sure, most of it was Loki’s, but not all of it. Even if it had been halved, the work would keep him here most of the day.

His eyes widened as an idea formed in his head.

“What if I offered you a different role? One that involves sorting out my paperwork.”

Loki looked at him, then glanced over the piles on the desk, and on the floor. “And if I say no?”

“Then the deals off. No date.”

Mobius started closing all the open files in front of him, then stacking them into a neat pile.

He could practically hear Loki’s brain whirring, thinking through his options.

“Okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

“Great,” Mobius said cheerily. “You can start over there.”

Hours later, there was a knock at the door.

“What is it?” Mobius called out, grabbing a pen and making squiggles on a piece of paper.

The door creaked open, revealing Bea. “Don’t you mean, who?”

Mobius shook his head, still pretending to write and refusing to look her in the eye. “I don’t, no. Anything I can help with?”

“Just dropping off these.” She gestured to another pile of forms in her arms. “Only just got them. More Loki complaints. Where is he? I thought he was working with you now.”

“Oh, he is. He’s just… busy,” Mobius explained weakly. His voice sounded thicker than usual. He gave a cough, clearing his throat, then pointed at a table by the door. “Just drop those there. I’ll get to them later.”

Bea nodded. “Do you need a hand with anything?”

Once again, Mobius shook his head. “I’m completely fine, Bea. Thank you.”

It seemed to take forever for Bea to get out of the room. Mobius could feel the sweat roll down his brow.

He should never have let himself be talked into this.

Underneath the table, Loki squirmed, shifting on his knees. He swallowed around Mobius’ length.

“When I offered you a job, I thought we’d get more work done,” he sighed, carding a hand through the mess of curls.

Loki moaned around him, making Mobius curse. Then he squeezed his hand against his thigh once, indicating a positive response.

“Sure, I know you are quite happy there. Just keep being good while I finish up these reports, then later we can go for dinner.”

Another squeeze. Mobius found it hard to draw his eyes off Loki. Even with his crumbled shirt and tangled hair—cooped up in the small cramped space beneath his desk—he looked good.

Mobius also appreciated the quiet. Loki sure did talk a lot and this seemed like the best option.

As he ran a thumb underneath Loki’s eyes, wiping away the tears from his cheek, Mobius wondered if he could keep doing this every single day.

Loki had spent most of his working life in this office anyway, and now he had ‘help’ of a kind. Maybe this would work out after all.

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[helsafterdark]

cockwarming anon here! First of all i love thhe art :3 second of all you mentioning that Hels being an incubus means that his presence is like an aphrodisiac is making me imagine him maybe teasing Ex and asking them why there being so desperate while knowing hes the reason why

Ayy anon o/ glad you're enjoying the art :3

Hels absolutely loves being an insufferable tease and that's one thing that gives him leverage, pretending he doesn't notice Ex's gaze wandering, playing stupid when Ex tries to instigate reactions from him...all to just rile them up even more until they're practically outright begging, and finally pushing his hand down their boxers and teasingly asking why they're so wet when he hasnt even done anything yet?

I would say it's only amped up when he's in a rut but he's barely coherent enough to speak then, let alone tease :)

#3xh3ls #.teasing #cockwarming anon #i should just start calling you cw for short 😭 #/silly #h3ls answers

[frenchfrywrites]

Make Vil cockwarm you while he paints his nails and every time he makes a mistake you get to chuckle in his ear and make him blush

AH CUTE AND SEXY I LOVE!!!!

I can't help but think of him getting frustrated with you and getting a lil bratty or trying to tease you into fucking him.. also if his nails get too messy I feel like he'd probably just purposely fuck up his nails until you fuck him and then re do them later 💀

#french fry replies #cw cockwarming #spice #thirst