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is tjisthe first time this blog has like existed in a year

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HES SO BEAUTIFUL STOOOOOPPPWAAAAGGHHHGGGHHH. WAAAAJAHHAHHH

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#— HEDONE.

pairings: lighter lorenz x afab!gn!reader [MDNI]

words: 3,443

synopsis: hedone (hēdonē), an ancient greek word that describes "pleasure.” after the girls leave, it’s just you and lighter. would you let him hold your hand if it gave him pleasure, if it gave him the answers he’s always sought? would you let him fuck you?

warnings: p in v, semi-clothed, hand job, choking, reader gropes lighter, accidental erection, daydreaming/fantasizing, fingering, he’s just a guy who wants to h*ld h*nds, unprotected intercourse, afab reader (gender neutral, no pronouns/feminine terms) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

notes: crossposted to AO3, lighter is bae

the throttle of motorcycles and bikes were a sound you’ve grown accustomed to.

a lot of things in life can be chalked up to the philosophy, the belief, of chasing pleasure. why would you do something you hate if it reaps no reward you enjoy? why would you do something if you don’t like it?

that very same idea can be considered the reason people do anything, generally. subjecting yourself to pain is undesirable to many, the most masochistic of people have their limits too.

the roar of engines grew quieter, replaced by the heavy click of boots against hardwood flooring. it was smart to wear boots around, the wooden flooring was splintered, worn from years of trampling and stomping. a gloved hand landed on your shoulder, taking you out of your trance-like state.

“you good?” the hand on your shoulder drifted down to your upper back, rubbing circles, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. his voice was deep, a handsome sort of rumble. it took some effort to peel your eyes away from the scratched up window.

“yeah, i’m okay.” you brought your gaze up to lighter’s, whose was concealed by his beloved aviators, tinted so dark you wondered if he could even see at times. he stood behind you, to your side, his touch still lingering in circles, inferior to your lower neck.

his demeanor seemed stoic as always, keeping to himself, staying “low-key” as he put it. “the girls are all gone,” he murmured, the hum of their bikes so distant it couldn’t be heard anymore, “just us now.”

lighter’s eyes were glued to the environment outside the window, seemingly entranced, lulled into the same kind of deep thought you were in.

would one derive satisfaction from thought? what is pleasure? how much chasing would someone do for that rush, the release of ecstasy?

lighter’s gloved hand moved lower, to the small of your back, his touch growing into a gentle, almost ghostly, caress. you looked out the window, observing the tan, dusky dirt and sand, the orange hue of the evening sky, the constructs of blazewood, the few little pebbles and rocks scattered around.

your eyes trailed back to him, his gaze now focused on you, still hidden by those fucking sunglasses. his brows had a small indent in them, creased by their furrowing, lips slightly pursed. his gloved touch had since stopped rubbing circles on the superior base of your spine, fingers daring to go lower.

you let out a soft, confused noise, his lips parting slightly. the crease deepened a bit more. how far is someone willing push the limits to fulfill their own desires for satisfaction? depends on who they are.

lighter’s face was contorted into a strained, almost guilty look. his lower lip glistened with a thin and awkward sheen of saliva, expression taut with a shameful tension. how apt is someone to escape pain by indulgence? his fingers crept to your side, clutching it tightly.

you didn’t pull away, not at all.

internally, lighter was warring with himself, telling himself he shouldn’t, he couldn’t. he knew that was a damn lie. it’s not like you're anybody’s personal property, not like you’re pulling away, not like you're running from him. it really isn’t like that, not like you’re touching up on him too, not like you’re more than friends. it scared him, the uncertainty, but he just can’t help himself. you’re irresistible, every part of you.

was pleasure worth the risk of pain? what is pleasure without pain? to perceive one means the other must exist. his grip pulled you flush to his side, pressing you to his body, hold unrelenting. he could really get lost in those eyes, he was already tumbling over himself just staring at you.

you stayed flush against him, even pressing your cheek to his chest. could you hear his heart hammering? it was already thrumming in his ears, blood rushing harder, faster, further, everywhere.

everywhere.

he could only hope you could ignore the raging boner tenting his pants, standing quite proud. his tight pants really don’t help, they felt even more like a barrier than before. his breathing grew heavier, clawing at the last remnants of composure. he was a man that prided himself on his ability to keep it together, always level-headed, despite the circumstances. wouldn’t it be good to let that go? just for a little, just for a while.

his gloved fingers dug even further into your flesh, the sensation grounding, yet intoxicating at the same time. your body was so pliant against his, he was desperately seeking any other thought that didn’t involve pinning you underneath him, getting you bent over and compromised. his resolve was wavering with each second, you’re gonna drive him mad.

lighter’s insistently demanding cock kept stirring, retaliating with each needy twitch. every physical reaction of his spurred his dirty thoughts on further, lewd images of you under, beside, on top of him, his shaft buried as far as it could go inside of you. a particularly vivid picture of you, one leg up on top of his shoulder, leaned upright against a countertop beckoned him deeper into his fantasies. you keened as he shoved himself further inside you, drinking in every noise you made. your eyes were glassy with desire, with need, with… love. his grip on your thigh was tight, grunting with satisfaction as he slid in and out of your warm cunt with aided ease. god, you’d get so fucking wet…

a sharp inhale brought him back to reality. he didn’t realize just how tight his hold on your waist had gotten. “sorry, really, uh…”

instead of wriggling away or whining, you curled closer to him, body melting into his for some semblance of comfort or relief. whichever one was galloping through your motives. the air was tense, he was sure you could feel how hard he is through the fabric of his pants, you’re terribly close. not that that’s a problem, unless you don’t want to be poked in the thigh by his touch-starved cock.

yeah, you definitely knew. “are you hard?”

no point in hiding whatever is in very, very plain sight, “uh… yeah, my bad.”

with the simple brush of your hand by his crotch, he bit back a particularly low groan, stifling it as a throaty noise. did you intend to do that? did you intend to rub up against him like that, get him even harder than before? as if that could be possible, it was. his face was strained, cheeks dusted a faint pink, becoming immersed in his fantasies again.

his breaths came in shallow, slight heaves. they sounded like soft gasps, periodic and frantic. fuck, what he wouldn’t give to hear you croon underneath him. you’d look so hot pinned to the bed by your wrists, kissing you until you panted for air, just as needy and depraved as he is for your touch. your tongue would feel so good, swiping against his own, licking down his neck, down his shaft. those darling lips would fit so perfectly around his cock, tongue milking every drop of sweet pleasure out of him. pleasure that belonged in you, hips bucking like a crazed man, drunken and starved, experiencing what it means to feel for the first time.

lighter’s eyes trailed down to his crotch, your hand lingered, ghosting just over the raised clothing over his persistent, weeping cock. he could feel pre-cum seep from the head, dampening his boxers, demanding in tempo with the beat of his heart. the color of lighter’s face darkened, hips involuntarily grinding against your palm. lighter drew in a particularly sharp breath at the much desired friction.

you gave him a knowing look as you continued to palm the prominent bulge in his pants. lighter’s fingers stayed glued to your side, his eyes wide behind the dark lenses, partially in disbelief and in welcome bewilderment. his tongue darted out to moisten his lips, mouth slightly agape. at a loss for words, he let a deep grumble out, his gaze still stuck on your hand. your grip was now entirely on his dick, pressing against the outline, moving from base to tip and back through his pants. “ah, fuck…”

he let out a deep breath, the air held in by his wound muscles, unbeknownst to him. his body relaxed slightly under your gentle touch, slipping back into the comforting coax of his daydream. damn, your hand, it feels way too good. would you let him hold it if he could? hold it while he fucks you, while he guides you, while he walks in stride with you? will you let him interlace his bare fingers with yours? will you kiss each of the scars on his knuckles, wrap your own delicate hand around his aching shaft instead of his own?

would you instinctively reach for him? in a crowded area, would you look for him the way he’d look for you? could he seek every answer in you the way you’d look to him? would you let him fuck it out of you, kiss you until you spoke every word he wanted to hear? merely the satisfied twinkle in your eye soothes his soul. he could satisfy you the way nobody else ever can and will, accept every answer in the way you speak, laugh, cry, scream, and moan… every little gasp and mewl, nobody would take you like he could.

take you from behind, from the side, below and above him, take you as you are, take every word and lack of one. take every good with the bad, every soothe with the familiar burn and sting, if it meant you understood him the way he understands you. he would kiss you the way you like, fuck you ten times over if he knew you loved it, hold your hand tight enough if it meant anything to you. seems like you’re struggling with his belt.

“need a bit of help? i know it can be a pain sometimes. here, i got you.” he put his hand over yours, guiding it towards the overly complicated buckle, unclasping it just enough, loosening it with his own hand grasping yours until you could manage to unzip his pants. “you got it, keep going. i promise i’ll make it worth your while.

you didn’t need it to be ‘worth your while,’ having him in your grasp was already enough. you couldn’t be bothered to move from the window, hand already snaking down his boxers to grab his bare, attention-deprived cock. lighter hummed softly at the feverish contact, feeling your thumb collect the thick bead of pre-cum oozing from his cockhead. as you coated his shaft in his own pre, his head grew slightly dizzy, the sensation overwhelming, yet comforting knowing it was you.

“ah, shit, yeah…” your hand started moving faster as lighter let out a mumbled string of curses. with each passing stroke, he could feel the heat in his body burn hotter, the familiar pool of desperation in his lower gut forming, pleasure soaking into every single cell of his body. all his coherent, ‘normal person’ thoughts were melting away at the mercy of your slick stroke.

with a whispered groan, lighter leaned in, “that feels amazing, but i can’t take another minute without my dick in you.”

hesitantly, you released lighter’s cock, pulling your hand out of the waistband of his boxers. lighter pulled you away from the view of the window, just far enough from prying eyes. within the building was a lounge space and a small kitchenette. lighter cornered you inside the kitchenette, wasting no time to put his lips on yours. his kiss was firm but careful, giving you a moment to melt into his lips, your arm hooking around his neck to pull him further closer. his tongue eventually slipped between your lips, the sweet taste of your mouth mingling with his, eagerly swapping his spit with yours. lighter’s kiss grew heated and intense, exploring every inch of your mouth, his lips searing and nearly bruising. he groaned as your fingers tangled with his dark locks, his glove-clad hands coming to grip the counter on each side of you.

reluctantly, he pulled away, lips still proximal to yours, huffing for breath. lighter’s eyes burned bright with passion, staring you down as if he needed you more than the air that kept him alive. you nearly quivered under his scrutiny, the attractive green hue of his eyes keeping yours. your panties were stuck to your cunt with dampness. your hips rocked into his, heat collecting in the fabric as your cunt leaked, contracting around nothing. “do me a favor? turn the other way for me.”

you did as lighter asked, squirming around so your ass was in direct contact with his hard-on. instinctively, his hips rolled against your ass, the tantalizing swell mocking him. lighter eased your pants and underwear down your thighs and legs, letting them pool against the floor, managing to get his right glove off pretty quickly. the pads of his fingers prodded against your heated pussy, collecting the wetness between your thighs, rubbing your clit a few times from behind.

“you feel that, huh? that’s nothing compared to this dick.” seemingly on cue, his index and middle fingers slipped into your heated cunt, stretching your pussy out wonderfully. you let out a soft moan, feeling the two digits slide in and out with adept ease. each moan was punctuated by his fingers working their way back inside of you, deep within your cunt, the slap of his knuckles on your ass. lighter’s fingers curled just enough to make you croon and let your neck loll downwards, forehead dangerously close to thunking against the counter. your hands gripped at the edge of the countertop, knuckles white as lighter’s other hand spread your pussy to the side. his fingers made an abrupt exit.

you mewled at the loss, trembling weakly at the absence of something inside you, of him. the coil in your gut loosened, knees weak and palms creased by the rigid edge of the kitchenette’s counter. lighter brought his fingers to his lips, sucking on them nearly exaggeratedly, savoring the taste of you. he let out a satisfied “mmm,” licking the webbing between the digits, lapping up any remaining slick on his fingers. his left hand fell to his boxers, letting his cock spring free as his right hand got you to arch just right against the cold marble slate, spreading your cunt just enough again to let him take a good look.

“you’re gonna look so good taking my dick.”

lighter slapped the heavy tip of his cock against your slit, the rounded head dragging on your clit, the friction driving you wild. you could feel the excitement inside you build, anticipating the lethal stretch. fuck, you were soaked, the wetness coating his tip thickly, threatening to drip all the way down your thighs and onto the floor below you. he pressed his palm down on your lower back, forcing you to intake a sharp breath, his cock accompanying the newly inhaled air. after the tip got lost inside your heat, your cunt squeezed him tight, lungs immediately letting go of your breath. “that’s it, take it good, just like that.”

you moaned weakly, the thickest part of his cock being the shaft immediately below the tip. it felt so good, being split open by him, even with how wet you are. every fiber of lighter’s being was resisting the urge to snap his hips into yours, bury himself into you with force. your cunt wouldn't take much more, lighter opting to pull out a little to sink deeper inside. as he withdrew, you cried out, lighter hushing you with a soft “shh,” his hips moving forwards into yours again. you let out a string of soft babbles, the addictive stretch over as the rest of his shaft took.

“that’s right, fuuuuck.” he gasped, your pussy immediately gushing around him, clamping down on his length like a vice. after a few merciful moments, lighter dragged his hips back, rocking them into you again. you brokenly moaned, feeling his cock slowly drawl in and out of you a few more times, each movement followed up with a loud, needy moan. fuck, you looked so hot, sexier than he could imagine taking his dick from behind. “let me hear you, come on.” he urged gently.

his right hand pinned the back of your neck down to the cold marble, his hand large enough to wrap around the blood vessels on the lateral sides of your neck. his grip was tight, not entirely brutal, picking up the pace with each drag of his hips. the heat in your tummy flared, a thick sheen of your slick coating his dick, the lubricant creating a mess of his boxers and hem of his jacket. his tight hold on the sides of your neck furthered your high, body arching into his, brain fuzzy with pleasure and disconnected from reality. his cock slammed into you, his own pleasure indicated with a guttural groan. he sounded so hot when he felt good.

“you like it when i fuck you? you like this dick?”

you could offer a broken moan as a response, pussy tightening at his deep, horribly sexy, laugh. “yeah, i know, fuuuck.”

lighter bent lower, his voice ringing in your ears, brain barely processing his words, “you close? you just wont let me go, feels amazing.” your strangled moan told him everything he needed to know. you were closer than you could understand.

the heat of your orgasm pooled deep within you, winding all your muscles tight with tension and desire. with a few harsh thrusts, you let out a cry louder than you anticipated, your neck suddenly free from his hold. lighter bullied himself as deep as he could, watching you come undone. though you couldn’t see as you rode your climax out, he had a smug, proud look on his face.

lighter pulled out of you with an effort, resisting the urge to fuck himself using you. his hand came up to the front part of your throat, where your trachea was, pulling you upwards and putting your backside flush to his chest with a gentle force. “i got you, don’t worry.”

before you knew it, lighter was leaned back on the couch, sinking you onto his cock again, your legs parted as you straddled him. your hands came to rest on his shoulders as he half sat up and half laid back, squealing in pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt again. “knew you could handle it, feels so good.”

didn’t matter what he did with your clothes, now that you were naked on top of him, his signature sunglasses sitting aside on the other cushion. his scarred hands came to rest on your hips, moving you up and down, bouncing you on his cock. he threw his head back, gasping with each oversensitive movement along your walls.

an uncharacteristically high noise left his lips, his eyes focused on the bounce of your tits as he lifted you up and down on his ever-demanding cock. fuck, you looked so good, sweaty and tuckered out, yet still taking him so well. your tits are just the cutest, the way they jiggle with every motion. lighter’s hips rocked upwards, bucking wildly as the high crept onto him, your nails digging into the skin and scar tissue littering his shoulders like a mosaic through his leather jacket. lighter’s control became frantic, guiding your body brutally, the sensitive waves of your previous orgasm washing into this one. lighter grit his teeth, groaning heavily as the coil tightened even more, the intensity of his climax terribly foreign. every muscle in both your bodies ached and wildly tightened with desperation as ecstasy washed over you both.

as you rode out your familiar pleasure, lighter rocked his hips, bucking them, milking out every bit of sensation he could from inside you. lighter covered his face with one hand, peeping one eye out of the gap between his fingers, as the other hand’s nails dug into your bare flesh. “fucking hell, oh, shit…”

you don’t think you’ve ever heard lighter say such vulgar things, especially not swear that much in a minute. as his grip on your waist and hip loosened, it immediately sought out your hand, prying your dominant hand away from his shoulder and interlacing your fingers with his as he heaved. “fuck, you think you’ll let me do this again? as many times as i want?”

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“TONGUE TIED?” - ❀ - —LORD DIAVOLO.

❀ lord diavolo/reader. ❀ w/c: 1,143. ❀ smut.

synopsis; bondage is a fun bonding experience for you and diavolo.

warnings; bondage/BSDM, handcuffs, blindfolding, semi-mindbreak, pussy-drunk, creampie, spit play/swapping spit. not proofread!! MDNI.

his majesty had insisted on blindfolding you, letting himself indulge in fantasy. you were undressed and nearly nude, cuffed to his bed, breasts and intimates covered barely by big, red ribbons. diavolo had you laid on your back.

the young lord licked his lips as he savored every inch of skin shown, golden eyes flicking down to your cunny. you could hear diavolo chuckle darkly, and the clank of his big, black belt. the one he always wore around his waist with his uniform coat. underneath, he wore a black dress shirt and the usual slacks.

being deprived of your vision heightened your sense of hearing, and especially what you could feel. lord diavolo's room felt significantly colder, and you could hear clothes being removed, more zippers and another belt. you tugged on the cuffs in protest.

“calm down, won't you, darling?” diavolo leaned down to whisper in your ear, his hot breath ticked your neck and sent a shiver down your spine, his large hands positioned on your abdomen. “you know you're in good care.”

diavolo's weight shifted onto you. you could feel his lips press onto yours, first softly. he chuckled and rutted up against your bare thigh, the fabric of his expensive slacks creating friction on your soft skin. the young master's kisses became slowly more harsh, nipping at your lips and slipping his tongue into your mouth, even courageously swapping spit with you and leaving your lips wet, all while caressing you.

you could feel lord diavolo gasp and suggestively giggle, a small smile on his spread on his face. the demon's warm hand left your body to find his cock in his pants, pulling it out and slowly pumping. nipping at your lips again playfully, he took your jaw in his other hand and spit into your mouth, exchanging another playful giggle. a string of saliva followed as his warm, swollen lips left yours.

“is this really all for me? sweetheart, you're just so kind.” he tugged the ribbon, untying its knot, the cold air on your breasts. diavolo took a breast in his mouth, sucking and nibbling your nipple. he stroked his cock, flicking his tongue and grabbing at your hips at random intervals, sometimes stealing saliva from you to use as lubricant for his thick shaft.

young lord diavolo pulled his unzipped pants and briefs down a little more, to the beginning of his thighs, nuzzling at your chest as he started fucking his fist. teasingly, he started moaning softly in your ear, kissing your temple every-so-often.

his brows furrowed as his hand worked his shaft faster, “oh, oh fuck, oh-” the demon rocked his hips against yours. “-gonna cum on your tummy... oh, i'm gonna-”

he growled somewhat softly in your ear as his hips spasmed, whining replacing his harsh noises. the sight of his semen on your abdomen made him even more aroused than he would like to admit. he rubbed the top of his head against your chin.

“gonna make sure you're perfectly wet for me now, is that okay princess?” you nodded, your wrists uncomfortably bound over your head.

he untied the other silk ribbon, spreading your puffy pussy lips with his thumb. diavolo smirked as you squired under his touch, the calloused pad of his thumb moving to rub small little circles on your clit. he still laid on top of you, shirtless and hard.

lord diavolo's speed increased, making you grind your hips into his hand, little pussy leaking for his big dick to fill you. he loved all the lewd noises coming from you, perfectly pitched whines and moans. the tips of his middle and ring fingers teased your hole, stretching it just barely, your cunt gushing and squeezing around nothing.

very suddenly, he slid his two fingers in, tenderly massaging your walls with just the pads of his digits, your pussy still adjusting to the size of his fingers. “diavolo! mmm- hey!” you complained.

“don't make such a fuss, i could always be meaner, my love.” your head lolled to the right, eyes squeezed shut, ecstasy ebbing away as he removed his fingers. he slid the blindfold up, his deep amber eyes making contact with yours. his gaze intimidated you. he sucked on the two fingers he slid inside of you, licking them clean. “you just taste so sweet, like candy.”

the world turned dark again, big hands caressing you, spreading your legs and pussy again. diavolo slapped his tip against your folds, prodding against your soaking wet hole. with a slow, languid thrust, he got himself in. the warmth of your cunt enveloped him, falling prey to the pleasure of being inside of you.

you were just too good not to play with. he retracted his hips, slamming back into you. you jolted, taken aback with shock and a searing pain. his cock was stretching you all too much. you started to sob, diavolo's dick, it felt too mind-numbing to even process correctly.

diavolo promptly shushed you gently, stroking your cheek as he buried himself deeper, “don't you cry, i know you can do it. please, do it for me, love.”

your walls fluttered, fists tightening as he bottomed out harshly. lord diavolo groaned drunkenly. “ ’s okay now, all okay, ’m gonna make you feel real good. i love you.”

he stumbled forward, grabbing your hips and bringing them down onto his. his brow dropped sweat, cock twitching deep inside of you, tip kissing your cervix repetitively. his cum from before got smeared all over yours and his midriff, sweat and spit mixing again as you two kissed.

your mind blurred as did his, diavolo could only focus on getting to his climax, thumb resting on your sensitive clit as he spread your legs apart. the sound of sex filled the room, your lewd pussy driving him over the edge. the lord's hips stuttered harshly, pounding all of his cum deeply into you as you screamed for him. he loved the way you would shout his name when you climax, and how closely and tightly he holds you when he comes too.

you just couldn't talk, you couldn't get any words to pop into your mind or fall out of your mouth, his name was a mantra, the only thing that remained on a cleared hard drive. diavolo was the only thing you wanted, he was what you needed.

his deflated body eventually uncuffed you, your hands falling straight to his back to scoop him into your arms, slipping off your blindfold. you gave each other a look, and you laughed. you didn't need to talk to understand each other. if you had to be honest, that might just be one of the things you love most about diavolo.

he laughed with you, he cried with you, but it was always best when he came with you.

[aratakiis]

happy birthday lord diavolo

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#— FLICK YOUR LIGHTER ; IGNITE MY FLAME

pairings: lighter lorenz x afab!gn!reader [MDNI]

words: 2,496

synopsis: after lighter’s bike gets vandalized, he seems to find some solace in your laughter. hearing your voice ring in his ears sparks the flame of passion. a kindling is as deadly as an explosion.

warnings: sloppy makeout, biting/marking, semi-public intercourse, slight leather kink, grinding/dry humping, p in v, slight praise kink, semi-clothed, some plot, rough intercourse, unprotected intercourse, afab reader (gender neutral, no pronouns/feminine terms) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

notes: crossposted to AO3, lighter is bae

lighter was always one to keep his cool.

effortless finesse was always his style, slick and oozing with swagger. always leather-clad, impeccable and sharp as his instinct. slightly illusive, maybe, with his style, though that tight leather didn’t lie about his physique. his sunglasses shielded him from the blaring sun of the outer ring, or maybe the scorching glare of his opponent. yet, not once did he falter, burning brighter than a star, than the flame of passion. he lived up to his name, without a doubt. never was he engulfed by it, he emerged time and time again, with ease.

it took you out of your thoughts, sitting on the edge of a wooden platform, you could hear his slight cursing, growling under his breath, “damn thugs,” and, “the fucking audacity!” piper simply grumbled tiredly in response, turning your head to witness the commotion. piper was rubbing her eyes tiredly, nodding to lighter’s fussing, the back of his hand reaching to rub the sweat from his brow.

“lighter, no reason to cuss and whine, it’s really no biggie,” she attempted to console him, to little avail. “i can fix up your paint, they didn’t cause too much damage. seems like your parts are all intact too, calm down now…”

he huffed, “i’m not upset about whatever damage this is, you’re right, it’s nothing. they have some nerve trying to ruin my bike, that’s what i’m pissed about!” lighter folded his arms, assessing the damage for the umpteenth time. he diligently cared for his bike, but lighter was never one to tolerate disrespect.

piper wheeled off the bike to her workstation, nodding off a few times as she carefully thought about how to fix his precious motorbike. he trudged away, footsteps heavy. you could hear the crunch of the dry, hot sand below him as he came close to you. for a while, he stood behind you, scarf whipping in the wind as it blew hot air in both of your faces.

“yes, lighter?” you turned to look at him, “is everything alright? i overheard what happened with your bike.”

just as soon as he heard “bike,” he scowled slightly, his sunglasses reflecting the terrain rather than mirroring his expression. “probably too chickenshit to do it right in front of me. how funny is that?” lighter’s words carried humor, but his delivery did not.

“you’re saying they’re cowards?” the glint of the sunbeam in his sunglasses told you everything you needed to know, the desert wind lashing you and him in the face. he seemed ever-so unperturbed, you couldn’t help but wonder how many more things could possibly be pissing him off? how does he remain so undisturbed by it?

“i’ll be fine, though. don’t worry too much, you’ll get wrinkles like lucy.” he tilted his head down to meet your gaze, a slight smile playing on the corners of his lips. you couldn’t help but chuckle, who knows what lucy would have done if she heard that? instinctively, he lowly chuckled too, your humor slightly infectious.

“i know, i’m funny.” lighter remarked, seeing you laugh slightly harder. you were always the first to erupt in laughter when he made a joke. “you think caesar is gonna make me do comedy next?” lighter grinned as you continued to giggle, your gleeful and unrestrained display stirring something within him. it felt a lot hotter now that it did before. it’s gotta be the sun coming up now.

“okay, okay, that’s enough now.” lighter’s voice was lighter, almost playful. if you kept giggling like this, everyone is gonna start wondering what got you so worked up. “you gotta tell me what burnice made for you this time. what the hell has she been doing to you?”

with your next eruption of laughter, lighter wrapped a strong arm around your abdomen and lifted you up, hauling you by his waist. he let out a breath and carried you further away from prying eyes. mercilessly, he dropped you, watching you catch your breath with a few heavy exhales and snorts. “you shouldn’t be laughing at a man whose had his property damaged.”

his serious tone was accompanied by a coy grin as he towered over your slumped form, “get up. come on, you are grown.” lighter waited as you got yourself up with weak muscles, that same flame flickering in his soul as you beamed at him. he cleared his throat as he flushed lightly, averting his gaze momentarily. now the moment was getting stale, not much else he could really say without taking a step backwards and making you laugh again.

“how long is it gonna take for you to get your bike back, lighter?” you said, with a slight exasperated breath, your cheeks still hurting slightly from heartily laughing. “not long, piper’s great at what she does. maybe a day, if she manages not to pass out a few times.”

you took in your surroundings, noting that you both were sandwiched between two buildings, the space between them cold and narrow. lighter might have already forgotten why you both were here, or what else he might’ve wanted to say.

lighter fixed his sunglasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. “does that leather ever get hot?”

“what? i mean, yeah, it does.” he replied blankly.

“why do you wear it then? you know it’s quite hot in the outer ring,” your eyes were glued to the way his jacket clung to his muscles, leaving nothing to be imagined, only observed. “is it cause you want to show off?” your eyes travelled back up to his, holding his steely gaze.

“i show off enough in a fight, wouldn’t you agree? are you asking me to show off for you, now?” lighter probed, folding his arms again, you watched as they flexed under the tight jacket he wore, threatening to nearly bulge out of it.

“if you wanna, i won’t complain.” seriously, you couldn’t peel your eyes away from his arms. they were huge, and that jacket did nothing but define them even more. your words came out more breathy than you wanted them to, causing him to sharply inhale and hold it. as he drew in that breath, you could see his chest puff up as his abs tightened, letting the air shakily exit.

“fuck, you’re testing me, huh?” lighter quickly looked to his left and right, where you both might be seen. there wasn’t anyone around, but he cautiously checked a few more times. before you could react, he pressed his lips to yours, grabbing your upper arms tightly. his kiss was heated and firm, as was his grip around your arm. his fingers pressed into your triceps, wrapping almost entirely around your arm, “you really want to test me? i’m sure you know this leather is hot, but what you don't know is how bad i want to take it off now.”

you could feel his breath ghost against your skin, causing you to shiver as he leaned in, “but i can’t. not yet, tonight. doesn’t mean i can’t give you what we both want.” his words made you squirm, his grip tightening as you wriggled around in arousal. he chuckled lowly, pressing closer to you. without a thought, you wrapped your arms around him, coming beneath his arms to meet on the vast expanse of his back. you could feel every heavy breath through his jacket, how the muscles over his abs and ribs moved with each desperate huff.

as he caged you between the wall and his body, lighter pressed his lips to your neck, exposing the thin, delicate flesh of your throat with a gentle raise of the jaw. you screwed your eyes shut, gripping at the tight-fit that was his jacket, whimpering softly at the sensation. lighter worked his way down, pressing kisses from your mastoid to your collarbone, nipping and sucking at the tender skin on the way down. you could feel his tongue run down the side of your throat, catching your pulse point, savoring the feeling of your rushing blood under his tongue. the sensation was enough to make you squirm and whine.

“you’re real heated now, huh?” lighter whispered against your skin, “just as needy as me.” as he spoke, you could feel the incessant press of his hard cock against you, making you squeak. he turned your head further to the side, exposing the lengthened muscle of your neck further to him. he dove in, gripping your hip tightly with his other hand, sucking onto your neck. he released it with a pop, biting the weak flesh playfully. lighter could hear the pained noise you made, fueling his lustful haze further.

lighter groaned at the sensation, feeling you move beneath him, the friction of your movements rubbing against him. “you tease, you know what you’re doing to me.” you gripped his back harder, pressing yourself into him with vigorous need. he could feel a sharp jolt on his own neck as he let go of your jaw, a playful bite marking his own neck. “fuck, you bit me? that’s petty.”

with another searing kiss, his hands snaked lower, making their way into your pants. he rubbed your clit slowly with his two digits through the fabric of your panties, causing you to moan softly into his demanding lips. lighter’s tongue demanded entrance, exploring your mouth with his, subconsciously grinding against your thigh as he tasted your lips and tongue with his own. he didn’t care much for the mess he was making, saliva dribbling onto both of your chins as his hand and hips continued to pick up the pace. you moaned again into lighter’s kiss, bucking your hips against his touch, feeling the heat build slowly between your thighs. with each stutter of your hips, his cock throbbed in his pants, feeling your thigh brush against him with little restraint.

lighter broke the intense kiss to murmur against your heated lips, “feels so good when you do that, you feel good baby?”

you nodded into his embrace, whining with each stroke of your hardened clit, the fabric separating his touch from your aching pussy your worst frenemy. lighter pressed himself against you again, “touch me.”

you dropped your dominant hand from his back, the other hand clinging desperately as it had been. lighter grabbed your hand gently, guiding it to his hard cock, drinking in the feeling of your hand through his hands. he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, eagerly shoving it down into his boxers. he let out a fervent groan, shivering as your hand wrapped around his bare cock. “fuck yes, baby. just like that, yeah…”

he groped your chest a few times through your top, hissing with pleasure each time you stroked him. he could feel pre-cum leaking from his tip, his resolve weakening as he felt you rub his shaft with the pre oozing from his cockhead. he just couldn’t take it anymore, racing to get those pants off of you and fuck. lighter’s hand eventually got them loose, pulling them down enough, pulling one of your legs through out of your pants and underwear, letting them fall and lie around one ankle. you could feel yourself exposed, the colder air contrasting your heated core as lighter excitedly huffed. he grabbed the underside of your thigh, right above the knee, pinning it upwards to expose you enough.

responsively, you pulled his pants down enough to let his cock free, guiding the tip towards your slick entrance. “you wanna take me? tell me you do.”

“i wanna take you so bad, lighter…” you murmured, more of your efforts going towards getting him all the way inside you, buried to the hilt. he drank your response in deliciously, biting his lip with his handsome low chuckle, “i know you do.”

lighter pushed into you, your slick cunt accepting him graciously. you mewled as his cock stretched you out more with each inch, covering your mouth with his to dampen your moans. every fiber of you felt like you were being split open, yet you wanted no more than that, you wanted everything he could possibly give to you. his kiss grew deeper with each inch sunk into you, the feeling of your cunt nearly intoxicating, “knew you could do it, take it good, that’s it.”

with a ferocious first thrust, you couldn’t help but yelp loudly, followed by lighter’s harsh shushing and more kisses. he took no time to break you in, fucking you with slow, brutal thrusts, each more forceful than the last. lighter could not find it in him to care if he was shaking the walls of the building he had you against. his grip on the inner underside of your thigh tightened, his nails digging into the soft, supple flesh.

“you fuckin’ like this, yeah, bet you do,” he growled between kisses, diving back in for a particularly lewd sounding tongue kiss. lighter shoved his tongue down your throat as his other hand came up to grope your breast. his thrusts were starting to become more erratic. faster, but still merciless.

“you’re so goddamn tight, fuck, you trying to keep me in you?” he looked down at his cock, breaking eye contact with you, watching how your body bounced with each thrust. he squeezed your chest particularly hard, his thumb brushing against your nipple, relishing every noise you and your body made.

“you’re getting me close, you wanna take all of me? i’ll give you what you asked for.”

without letting you respond, he drove himself deeper inside you, more so than you previously thought he could, his lingering promise hanging in the air as your body buzzed with ecstasy, “gonna fuck you so good, you won't remember a name but mine.”

you could feel the heat pooling intensely in your gut, burning like nitro-fuel down your throat, forever ablaze as passion was. passion, this is what it is. it takes a small flame to light everything on fire. a kindling is as deadly as an explosion in the right circumstances. bright and smoldering as the fucking sun.

he was right, you can’t remember a thing but the flicker of heat inside you. you tightened around him with a sweet sounding whine, your pussy gushing around his cock, his dick hitting every spot within you. you were so close, so… so close…

a kindling is as deadly as an explosion.

you leaned into him as your orgasm washed over you, riding it out as he reached his own peak, groaning curses and dirty words into your ear. yet, you couldn’t understand a word, not a single sentence. the sweat dripped down from his brow and onto your skin as his grip tightened, then loosened. your senses were on fire, the world around you both seemed to burn away, leaving nothing but the searing throes of passion and lingering desire.

quite a match, that lighter was with you.

[mini-ism]

#— BIRTHDAY SUIT.

pairings: welt yang x afab!gn!reader

words: about 2.5k

synopsis: your neighbor, mr. yang, has a chat with you that quickly turns intimate.

warnings: MDNI, p in v, unprotected sex, afab (gender neutral) reader, neighbor!welt yang, praise kink, birthday sex, not beta read.

notes: i wrote this with hi3 welt in mind (hes in his 50s in this fic), but it can also be read as hsr welt :p

“happy birthday, you!”

what a surprise, really, your next-door neighbor was pinching your cheek. mr. yang has always been a friendly man, and although your interactions have been limited and cordial, he had always been quite kind and polite.

mr. yang was beaming, the tray of fudgy brownies he baked sitting on the table, lukewarm, but inviting. he let go of your cheek, his pinch not too painful, more or less playful.

“it’s nice to see you, mr. yang. thank you for coming!” you smiled back at him haphazardly. it seems your family decided to invite him over. that wasn’t much of a problem, the more the merrier, one could assume.

“not a problem. how is your special day going so far?” he asked with genuine curiosity, placing a hand on your upper back as you two stepped over to the dining table. it was strewn with presents, balloons, and other birthday-like decorations. mr. yang’s fresh brownies awaited their inevitable fate amongst the festivities.

your friends and family greeted you warmly as you took your seat. mr. yang’s hand left your back as he took his own seat, smiling every so often as something humorous was said. your mother sighed contently as she entered the room, recounting everything else she had done before loudly gasping, “shoot, i forgot the damn cake!”

she raced out of the dining room, then out the door, followed by a few other members of your family and some friends. you assumed they had left with her. now it was just awkward. you grabbed the pitcher of sugary lemonade and a paper cup, pouring yourself a drink and sipping it.

mr. yang was the first to break the silence.

“hey, how about we talk for a moment, is that okay?” he stood next to you, slipping out of his seat and quietly asking. you nodded and finished your lemonade, leaving the cup somewhere where you would remember. he, again, guided you with his hand on your back, to your room. you could hear your friends chatting amongst themselves in the living room, playing games and watching TV. you shut the door behind you.

“what did you want to talk about mr. yang?” you turned to him. he sat on your bed and patted the spot next to him, urging you to sit with him.

“you could just call me welt, dear,” he gave you a gentle look, “i wanted to talk about life with you. maybe i could be a listening ear or give you some advice. i felt that you’d be more comfortable in your own space.”

you took your place next to him, appreciating his thoughtfulness and consideration. “what’s life like for you, dear? is everything okay in your own world?”

“yeah, life is okay. it's… hard sometimes, but when it’s good, it seems more worthwhile than usual.” you looked at the ground below you, fidgeting with your hands.

“you’ll find it’s purpose eventually, angel,” he started after a moment, “it doesn’t always come to you, especially not when you’re in your younger years. believe it or not, i’m still trying to figure it all out even at my age.” welt patted you reassuringly on the shoulder.

“i hope i figure it out soon.” you looked back at him, who was still looking at you oh-so gently.

“you will.” his hand moved to pat you on the thigh. welt had such a tender demeanor, maybe that is something that comes with age or experience.

it was silent again, you didn’t really know what to say.

“i’m proud of you,” he whispered, his hand moving slightly upwards, “you’re already doing incredibly well.”

“thank you, welt.” you whispered back in the same hushed tone, his hand creeping further upwards, giving your thigh a squeeze.

you drew in a breath and held it, and the air grew tensely stagnant. you could tell mr. welt was trying not to scare you or seem creepy.

you scooted closer to him, feeling the same wound tension in your body. you were receptive to his touch, from what he could tell. he gave your upper thigh a tighter squeeze.

you tried to hold in that breath, making a squeaky, choked noise. he was terribly quiet, “…am i hurting you, dear?”

“no, mr. yang…” you said with a murmur, staring at his hand. it was slightly vascular, his knuckles were rosy compared to his lighter tone, and, weirdly enough, it looked like he took care of his cuticles.

“that’s good to know,” he glanced at his hand, then at you, “tell me if i hurt you at all, please.”

“…okay.” you replied.

you met welt’s gaze, which was intense, yet tender and loving. you could tell a fire was burning beneath his cool exterior. his eyes were warm, like pools of dark honey. his breath hitched, and his face inched closer to yours.

his other hand cupped your cheek as he went in for the kiss. his lips were soft, and you kissed him back without a second thought (or a first). his thigh hand anchored him with a tight grip, causing you to whine into his lips. he pulled back, eyes wide, huffing for air, “did that hurt you?”

you shook your head no, furrowing your brows. you pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, turning him on more than he’d like to admit, “that’s good…”

he gingerly maneuvered you to lay down onto your bed, getting on top of you with that damn look. his eyes were lidded, his lips parted, and his gaze passionate, yet caring. he nestled between your legs, spreading them apart slowly with his hands and hovering above you. he bent down to kiss you again, his tongue parting your own lips with caution. he gripped the undersides of your thighs tightly, savoring your taste as your tongues intertwined. he gave you another kiss on the lips as his tongue left your mouth.

your eyes flicked from his face, which was flushed and needy, to his chest, which was modest and clean, “do you want me to unbutton this, angel?”

with your nod, he straightened his back and unbuttoned his dress shirt with experience, he didn’t mess up even once, “i won’t take it off, but i hope you like what you see for now.”

you ran your hands over his slightly toned body, he was in great shape, and he smiled when you felt his chest. it felt right, the way he looked. he was undeniably handsome for a man in his late fifties — or so — he didn’t look a day over thirty. his chest and abs were very slightly chiseled, but you could still see a light outline of his ribs poking through. there was a little birthmark on his collarbone, and another on his neck.

his glasses were sliding off the bridge of his nose, and he elected to take them off and set them elsewhere. he brushed his brown hair out of his eyes, framing his face perfectly. his eyes had a mischievous twinkle in them.

wordlessly, you lifted your own shirt off your head, revealing the curve of your breasts to welt. a low noise escaped him. he kissed your cheek, then your neck, your collarbones, and the slope of your chest. you looked so pretty for him right now, and he couldn’t wait to see more of you.

welt gently fondled your chest, delicately rubbing your nipples and caressing your skin. his thumbs flicked back and forth on the sensitive bud, watching your nipples harden with curiosity. he smiled charmingly, his eyes warm and magnetic. welt held eye contact with you as his hands caressed their way lower to your hips. you gave him a nod, insinuating the motions of what’s to come next.

“are you sure, dear? you can tell me no, and we can put our clothes back on. don’t be scared to tell me anything.” his voice was comforting, his words were sincere and reassuring.

“yeah, i’m sure about it. i wanna do this with you, welt.”

welt kissed you again, responding with a soft sigh. he got up again, still on his knees and atop you. you removed everything from the waist down, leaving yourself bare for him. welt was glad you were enthusiastic, and he unbuckled his own belt. he kept your gaze as he unzipped his pants, letting you palm the bulge in his underwear, “are you ready?”

you let out a quiet “mhm,” letting him pin your knees to your chest and spread you open more, “keep your legs there please.”

welt slipped the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his happy trail. he drew his bottom lip between his teeth as his cock sprung out. he started to stroke himself gently, brows knitted together from the pleasure. “…do you want to take it?” he asked, quite shyly.

“mmm, yeah, i want to,” you purred, your body desperate for any sort of contact. welt grabbed the inside of your thigh with his other hand, stroking with his dominant hand as he teased your clit with his tip. his bottom lip remained tucked tightly between his teeth and cheeks flushed. the tip of welt’s cock slipped in for a brief moment before he pulled out, releasing his lip and drawing in a sharp breath.

a wanton mewl escaped your lips as he pulled out. welt groaned lowly in response, pushing the sensitive tip back inside of you with minimal resistance. he could stay like this forever, indulging himself in your tight pussy, watching you drool and whine as he pushes a little further before abruptly pulling out, stroking your swollen clit with his thumb. he could keep shushing you with his kisses and tease your entrance more, but his patience was slowly waning.

seeing you sprawled out on your bed, clothes scattered across your floor, your cunt needy and leaking like a faucet, he won’t be able to help himself much longer. it was a lot to take in at the same time, it was beautiful yet surreal. “don’t finish in your hand welt!” you slurred, crying out a bit louder than you should’ve. he was jerking himself subconsciously, dazed at the sight before him.

“i won’t, i promise.” welt smiled as the words left him, reassuring and effectively calming your worry. he slicked back the hair in his face, some of it falling right back into place. welt grabbed your thigh again, drawing in a deep breath, mostly to calm his nerves, and pushing into your wet, swollen pussy again. he released the breath quickly, sighing as he delved deeper into you, relishing the bliss of sliding into you. you kept babbling and whining, the stretch of your pussy left your tight hole burning. he kept shushing you gently, rocking his hips back and forth gently, only about halfway inside of you.

“it’s okay, it’s not gonna hurt like this soon. i’ll take care of you.” welt said as he rolled his hips slowly, smiling with sincerity as he hushed you again. with every tender and soft thrust, his cock sunk deeper into you, he could feel his tip brush up against your cervix with due time. “you're so wet,” he cooed, “i want to be inside you forever. you feel amazing.”

he felt you wrap your arms around his neck, letting you pull him down closer to you. you burrowed your face in his neck, your soft moans ringing in his ears as he gripped your sheets. it took everything in him not to fuck you senseless then, but he swore he’d be gentle with you.

“it’s alright,” he whispered to you, “i know, darling, i know.” he could feel you clamp down on him, your muscles tightening feverishly as he praised you. you couldn’t help but love the way he talked to you, he was so gentle and validating, welt was so sweet and understanding. your pussy gushed more as he muttered sweet nothings in your skin, his grip on your sheets as tight as your pussy’s grip on his cock. the pain subsided with each thrust, pleasure flooding your senses, your juices leaking from your hole and onto your sheets. “you’re doing so good for me, so, so good.”

it’s seriously taking every bit of willpower and control not to fuck into you. it’s disgusting, really, how badly he wants to fuck you with brutal thrusts, how badly he wants everyone to hear you scream out in pleasure, how badly he wants to make you squirm and cum everywhere. he wants to do that ten times over, at the least. he knows you can’t handle that, not now, but every shred of his being wants to fuck you until you swear your pussy is all his.

“so fucking good, baby,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he stuffs you full of his cock, milking out every drop of pleasure he can get before he inevitably cums, “such an angel for me.”

you continue to babble and mewl, feeling his cockhead thrust itself as deep as it can into you. you can feel himself slowly losing any sort of restraint he has, moaning with you as he slams his hips into yours. you kiss his neck as he huffs in your ear with every movement of his hips, groaning lowly when he slides back into you with vigor.

the world around you seemed to dull as your body grew hotter and needier. your blankets were damp with your slick, your skin burning and your core tightening. nothing really made sense but him, him and the way he was fucking you. you held onto his back, sliding your hands underneath his loose dress shirt, clawing and digging your nails into his skin. welt’s pace quickened, sweat dripping from his forehead, his back getting sticky from the perspiration.

every single muscle of yours was wound tense with pleasure, as were his, his control was slipping from his grasp. “just like that, hold me just like that.” he breathed into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. your senses were heightened as the world buzzed around you, nothing else mattered in this moment other than him and your quickly approaching orgasm. your nails dug harder into his bare skin as your heart beat harder in your ears. the sound of your pussy, as well as his moans and his skin against yours was all too lewd.

you murmured in his ear that you were close, welt responding in gentle praises and reciprocation. the coil in your gut loosened with intense euphoria, ecstasy washing over you and your tight muscles. welt chased after his high with a few erratic and intense thrusts into you, a guttural sound leaving his lips. his head lolled onto your shoulder lazily, welt catching his breath as his grip on your sheets loosened.

“are you okay?” welt whispered, breathing heavily.

“yeah, i’m okay. are you?” you replied.

“…i’m okay. i’m great, honestly,” he said with humor in his voice.

“we should probably head back, your friends might be worried about you.”

[mini-ism]

#— “SO, YOU’RE A CAMBOY?”

⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). camboy!au, masturbation, no beta read.

⋆ pairings: gallagher, sunday, aventurine, welt yang, dr. veritas ratio (separate) X reader.

⋆ notes: this is a part 2 (that nobody asked for lol), i hope i didnt butcher anyones character 😓

⋆ PART 1.

⋆ gallagher will actually oil up if you tell him to — and he does it with a dirty grin. he always wears his signature magenta tie, or maybe a collar if he’s feeling extra naughty. not much is known about gallagher, truthfully. gallagher likes to flex his biceps, he knows that drives you mad. his arms are all scratched up, speckled with patches of scar tissue up to his shoulders. he has a strangely magnetic gaze, one that calls to you as he strokes himself. he lolls his head, letting out a long, heavy moan. his brown hair starts to stick to his face as he sweats, teasing his cock to drive his viewers wild. he edges to get you riled up, raising his eyebrows as he pumps his shaft with two big, thick, calloused hands. he likes to cuff himself to his bed, unable to pull away from a vibrator or his own hand. gallagher is very personal with his viewers at times, ranting about his long, boring day at work with a hand on his cock, calling himself an “old dog” and blabbing about bitchy people. if there’s one thing about gallagher that you know, it’s that he’s a dirty, old showoff. oh, and, if you finish before him, he will relentlessly tease you for it.

⋆ sunday infrequently streams. there’s something so filthy and impure about it that drives him somewhat wild. he doesn’t like to show his face on camera a lot, it could end up bad if it becomes public knowledge that he’s the one on stream. however rare it may be for him to stream, let alone show his face, you can’t ever get enough of his flushed face. he’s just so pent up, and every time he gets close, his wings start to flap a little, it’s adorable. his wings are perfectly preened, his body is well taken care of, and his hands are simply beautiful. his skin is quite pale, it sometimes looks slightly grey, but his knuckles are rosy, and his face gets so, so red. his cock is just as gorgeous, his entire body is well maintained, his tip just as rosy as his knuckles. he lets out small babbles as his cool, collected exterior starts to falter from pleasure. he teases the slit of his tip with his thumb, stroking slowly, dampening his moans with his other mouth. what he does secretly is just so, so impure, it’s sinful, it feels all too good to show his fans what he cannot show the world. it’s amazing, having no control for once.

⋆ aventurine is showy. he’s already pretty showy (he has a lot to compensate for, in all honesty), but when he’s right in front of the camera, something in him changes. he likes to make his streams feel one-on-one, he knows that’s what gets him donations. sometimes, he likes to make “bets” on who will come first, you or him. it’s always you, especially when he dirty talks and picks up the camera to show you how hard and needy he is. he licks his lips and he moans softly when he pumps himself, taunting you to cum, confessing how hard this makes him. he always makes sure to ruin your orgasm indirectly, never letting you get what you want. shouldn’t seeing him already be enough for you, or are you just selfish?

⋆ welt never anticipated becoming a camboy. he was reluctant, but he strangely started to enjoy it. he doesn’t have much personal time, between his job, his duties, his life, he doesn’t savor the time he has alone with himself all too much. welt loves to praise you, urging you to come for him, come to his body and his dick. his gaze is so, so gentle, egging you on for longer, edging himself just so you feel good. his audience loves that about him, he’s endearing and selfless, he doesn’t even have donations on. he mostly streams for the fun of it, he loves encouraging you to feel your best, showing you every part of him that you want, flexing his muscles, giving you THAT look, moaning for you. he strokes his cock softly, whimpering with pleasure and whining as he feels his abs after he edges again. welt absolutely has a cult-like following, the majority of which have some sort of DILF fascination.

⋆ veritas ratio was openly against the idea of streaming. he shut it down every time, but something in the back of his mind nagged him. he grew in popularity in a short time, tugging on his cock with a strange scowl-like smile on his face. he was wonderfully sculpted, though, he loved to show his body. he would occasionally post to other platforms with photos of him shirtless. sometimes out of the bath, skin still glistening and wet, or after a workout in a mirror. in due time, veritas became used to flaunting his body, sneakily placing a rubber ducky somewhere around his home, whether it be his living room, his room, wherever, and challenging his viewers to find it. he’s mildly agitated whenever a member of his audience calls him “ducky” or “mr. ducky.” the ducks are part of the reason why he blew up so fast. veritas knows he’s handsome, though, and he loves to tease, pulling his cock from his boxers when he can’t bare another second of not touching it. he’s big, and he loves to talk about what he’ll do to you. he wastes no time, making sure to pleasure himself and you as efficiently as possible, he’s a master of dirty talk, especially with that commanding voice of his.

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[mini-ism]

#— DADDY DEAREST. ♡︎

pairings: gallagher x gn!afab!reader x welt yang

words: about 1.1k

synopsis: mr. yang and gallagher decide to team up.

warnings: MDNI!!! afab (gender neutral) reader, light choking, daddyfication/daddy kink (gallagher), sirification/sir kink (welt yang), double penetration, biting, hair pulling, praise, not proofread lolol, p in v.

notes: i wrote this because welt decided to come home real early tee hee. and also because i ♡︎ gallagher :3

♡︎ imagine being passed back n forth by welt and gallagher…

gallagher is absolutely brutalizing you, slamming your hips up and down on his own hips as welt watches with a slightly less stoic face than usual, perhaps a bit more of a smile.

welt watches with interest, palming the erection in his pants quietly as gallagher continues slam-fucking into you.

you whine and cry out for “daddy,” and gallagher only encourages it. he coos, telling you “daddy’ll take care of ya,” and, “nobody fucks you like daddy does.”

gallagher continues to bully into your cunt, spilling his seed inside you carelessly, watching you writhe and whimper under his calloused grip. at this point, welt had already started to stroke himself, dutifully noting what makes you scream and what you dont feel quite as much.

welt joined you after gallagher pulled out, the two began to work in sync. gallagher accompanied your side, massaging your body and kissing your neck sloppily, leaving bite marks on your flesh. welt, however, positioned you onto your back, watching the cum spill out of your swollen pussy. his lips curled just a bit more.

welt slipped in with relative ease, especially for his size, letting out a low, gravelly moan. it rumbled in his throat, his eyes fixed onto your face, which would scrunch up and loosen with every movement in and out of you.

he was gentle and slow, but deceptive. with every experienced thrust, it only became harder. he continued to move at the same agonizing pace. gallagher played with your nipples, nearly shoving his tongue down your throat. you could taste candy on his lips and tongue.

before you knew it, you were whimpering and squirming again. gallagher’s hands were grasping your throat, depriving you of air, as welt made you cum, watching you ride the mellow wave of the orgasm.

welt was a man of few words until prompted, choosing to remain awfully silent at times, “it’ll feel much better soon,” he promised.

welt’s hands moved to your thighs, gripping the underside as he bent your knees to your chest, folding you like a lawn-chair. gallagher kept your legs tucked with one thick arm as welt picked up the pace dramatically.

“fuck— fuck, yes, sir!” welt chuckled lightly at his new name.

“that feels nice?” he rasped, his yellow eyes gleaming with desire.

“yes, sir!” you gripped at gallagher’s arm, his messy brown hair clinging to his face as he grumbled against your skin, lazily pumping his shaft to the sound of your mewls.

you started to pant as you felt another intense orgasm building within you. the sensation of gallagher’s breath and his bulky arm holding you down with force, as well as welt’s hands on your body, and his thick cock fucking into you like a toy sent you over the edge.

you heaved into gallagher’s body, “sir” being the only thing that your mind could strum your vocal cords with. you reached out for welt, your hand delicately rubbing against his abdomen. welt had increased the amount of brute force he used to fuck you, chasing his own high.

“you know, i’d like to come too,” he remarked, “you can’t always be so selfish.”

you whined in response, grabbing gallagher’s hair and holding onto it harshly, “gonna make me cum again if you keep doin’ that…”

you kneaded and wove your fingers into his hair, tangling your hands through the thick mess. you could feel him nipping at your neck and pumping his shaft quickly, attempting to keep himself from going over the edge.

welt approached his own orgasm quickly, watching your eyes screw shut with every deep movement of his hips, “i feel really good too.”

welt’s hips seemed to control his mind, reason hanging on by a mere thread. he could feel the coil in his stomach tighten before it eventually loosened. he let out a loud, guttural groan as his cum shot into you, your sensitive body shaking with every breath you took.

“you think i can fit in there too, mr. yang?” gallagher chuckled, mischief sparkling as he turned his gaze to look welt in the eyes.

“maybe, we could see.” he retorted back, with just as much humor.

welt gently maneuvered you to allow gallagher to support you, laying under you. gallagher positioned himself to your other hole, poking the entrance with his tip.

“waitwaitwai—” they did not wait.

gallagher pushed deep inside you, feeling your walls tighten around him, causing him to groan in pleasure. both men started to move inside you in unison, the pleasure immensely doubled. you could feel that you were wetter with both of them fucking you at the same time, making your pussy leak a mixture of both of their seed and your own slick.

welt’s hands moved back to your thighs, grabbing them gently as he maneuvered himself into your pussy, cockhead rubbing against your g-spot as gallagher shoved his fingers into your mouth.

gallagher made you suck on his fingers, the other arm snaking back to where he clamped you down by the waist. his fingers left your mouth as soon as he deemed adequate, rubbing slow circles on your clit as both “sir” and “daddy” began to fuck into you faster.

“fuck, fuck— hhhnnn…” you pawed at welt’s torso again, as gallagher’s fingers began tracing your clit faster, his two digits rough and big enough to cover your entire bundle of nerves.

“you’re so good for us, babydoll,” he purred, welt smiling down at you in agreement.

welt followed up with gallagher’s praises, “that’s right.”

you could hear both men huffing in your ears, their thrusts becoming harsh and mean again. you could hear the slapping of skin against skin, at least when you weren’t screaming out “daddy!” or “sir!”

“you feel so fuckin’ good,” gallagher hissed, his arm tightening its grip around you, further dizzying you. with each bit of force gallagher used, you could feel welt so much more inside you. it was damn near intoxicating.

without warning, gallagher squeezed you tight, pressing you to his body as he came in your ass, your walls tightening like a vice. this made welt cum before he thought he would, his face tightening and flushing. he moaned slightly as he pulled out of you, gallagher following close behind.

“i wanna see this,” he crawled over to welt, who was admiring their teamwork.

you laid there, mind fucked out, body shivering, and cum seeping from your holes.

nothing was quite as satisfying as this.

[aratakiis]

THIS BLOG IS INACTIVE AS FUCK!!! FOLLOW MY ACTUALLY ACTIVE BLOG @mini-ism PRETTY PLEASE!!!!

[mini-ism]

cw: stepcest, possessive behavior, smut (MDNI)!!!

stepbro!caelus who’s jealous of your new little lover, sizing them up and glaring at them every moment he gets…

stepbro!caelus who spoils you every moment he can get, giving you gifts and taking you out to ice cream or casual lunches, his cheeks burning bright and his palms sweaty...

stepbro!caelus who immediately shouts at your lover every time they screw up and hurt your feelings, throwing his gentle and kind demeanor out the window to protect you…

stepbro!caelus who comforts you after your relationship inevitably ends, patting your head, and wiping your nose and eyes…

stepbro!caelus who impulsively plants a gentle kiss on your lips, tasting your salty tears, letting you melt into his big, warm embrace…

stepbro!caelus who accidentally moans into the kiss, wrapping you tightly in his arms, fiddling with his hoodie that you’re currently wearing…

stepbro!caelus who is now beet red, huffing and losing nearly all his self-control, his golden eyes focused on your body…

stepbro!caelus who rips his clothes off your body, eager for a look at what’s been hiding from him. his hands ride up and down your sides, fingers dancing against your ribs…

stepbro!caelus who slides his boxers down to his mid thigh, teasing your hole with his thick, needy cock…

stepbro!caelus who pushes himself inside you, entranced in complete bliss…

stepbro!caelus who doesn’t let you unhook your legs around him when he cums, grinding his hips deeper into you…

stepbro!caelus who is completely possessive over you.

[mini-ism]

⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). power bottom!gepard. very vanilla. mutual pining. romantic tension. fluffy ending. fluffy in general. touch-starved!gepard. p in v.

⋆ pairings: gepard landau x gn!reader. NOT SAFE FOR MINORS.

⋆ word count: 1.6k

⋆ notes: no power dynamics. reader is gender neutral with female anatomy. everything is fluffy and consensual :)

gepard was everything you had to be.

he was the embodiment of the preservation, the one thing your little planet prides itself on. he was patient, yet perfectly offensive, and knew how to defend himself when it came to. he was so easy to admire. his strength, his fortitude, his intellect, his subtle charisma. the way his hair was styled, and how slick with sweat it would get after a harsh battle. his charming smile, and those perfect blue eyes.

you looked up to gepard. definitely only admired him. admiration in your gaze as he spoke to you. your heart fluttered every time he looked you in the eyes. when he would come by. your body would tense up, your mind would freeze, he had the same effect on you as the bitter frost of your planet's terrain. he was undeniably handsome, but you could never tell him such.

he noticed, however. someone as perceptive as gepard wouldn't have glossed over how nervous and jittery you were, even in the comfortable warmth of a geomarrow heater. he noticed how your stare burned into the back of his neck, how warm his body got around you. he noticed every single detail. every little thing, like how your voice would crack or falter every time he held eye contact with you. he noticed how you'd gawk a bit too long at his sweaty form, admiring his muscle and features carved into a tense, determined visage.

he was just as nervous, just as shy, as you were.

he, too, would stare at you. your form, your body, and every mark and detail that was painted delicately into their respective places. he picked up on how you would try to be a little more like him, and how determined you were to be better, to prove you earned your rank as an officer. he would often think about fixing your clothing, adjusting your uniform, and smiling at you the whole time just to catch a glimpse of your precious face. oh, how he wanted to cup your cheek and kiss you. only in his dreams.

then again, you two were alone in your little office, right here, right now.

"are you okay?" gepard turned to look at you, your nose buried in paperwork.

"yeah, i'm good, why?" you looked up at him, his cheeks pink and his look tender.

he moved in closer to you, pretending to look for discrepancies in your work. this moment here is his only chance. as if to critique you, he tilted his head to look you in the eye. he gave you that sweet smile. dammit.

you felt gepard's hand move to your cheek gently, his blue eyes warm with adoration. he went in and planted his lips on yours for what felt like ages. ages that you could stay there, kissing him back, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours. ages that you could bask in the warmth of his kiss. ages much longer than how long you've waited for this moment with him.

you'd be the first to pull back for air, his hand still placed on your cheek. he still had that warm smile plastered onto his face, going in slowly for another kiss. you met his lips with passion, rather than understanding and kindness. you threaded your fingers into his hair as he made a noise.

he made a noise.

and it kind of sounded like, "mmmph..." when you kissed him deeply. his hand moved to your waist as you grew closer to him, practically crawling into his lap. he placed the other hand on the opposite side of your waist, allowing you to kiss him lustfully like this. he enjoyed this more than he thought he would, but he's never done anything quite like this. he thumbed your sides, letting your tongues meet. you whined, grabbing his jawline and letting your fingers work in his blonde hair. he made sure to be extra cautious as he sat up, pulling you into his warm lap.

"gepard..." you panted, pulling away again. his face was flushed and his lips were wet with saliva as he heaved.

"yes, dear?" he smiled weakly at you.

"do you want to keep going? ...with this?" you looked at your position on his lap, you were straddled on top of him.

he nodded and sat up some more, relaxing his muscles, his hands moving to your hips. "yes, that's okay with me."

he was always so direct when he spoke to you. you felt him guide your hips along his lap gently, moving them back and forth, friction building between you two as he blushed and looked away, embarrassed.

your fingers continued to play in his hair as you drank in all of his little noises. he loved the way your hands felt in his hair. his hands stopped guiding you as you worked into a rhythm, speeding up for the sake of you both.

"can we... ah... could we, um," gepard's voice became small, faltering as he stammered over his words and his little whimpers. you already knew what he meant.

you stopped grinding against him as he slipped his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, shuddering with anticipation as he freed himself.

to say it was pretty was an understatement. he had a perfect tip, and he was fully erect. he watched nervously as you stared at the sheer size of his cock. you weren't doing anything and it was making him worried.

"are you... are you okay? is something wrong?" he croaked weakly, his head back, eyes focused on you as you continued gawking.

"no, no, everything... is good, it's okay. i'm alright, geppie."

gepard let out a lewd mewl from the back of his throat. he was glad to know you were okay, but calling him by his nickname turned him on in a way he wasn't aware of before.

you slipped off your undergarments, and your bottoms, straddling him again, tip lined up against your slick cunny. "you ready?"

gepard nodded, staring you deeply in the eyes as your hands were latched onto his strong, broad shoulders for purchase. he could feel your warmth grow closer as you moved your hips down. gepard's hands were by his sides now, gripping the fabric of his pants eagerly as he bit his lip raw.

you felt his tip slide in. the thickest part of his cock pushed inside you as he groaned with pleasure laced in his weak voice. he'd never done this before. hes had his fair share of kisses, but doing this is something he's never experienced. he's so glad it's you. gepard bit his lip harder as you sunk deeper onto his cock. your nails dug into the clothes on his shoulders, but he yearned for more. he placed your hands where they could lift off and remove the heavy material of the clothes he wore on his chest. you lifted off as much as you could, your body moving upwards with the clothes. his bare chest was revealed to you, his muscles perfectly toned. it made your body hotter as your mind grew more desperate and foggy.

you sunk back down, he was almost all the way in, and it made your pussy leak. he moaned loudly as you took as much of his length as you could, begging you under his breath for more of your touch as your hands moved back to his shoulders. gepard placed his hands on your hips, gently bouncing you up and down on his cock, writhing underneath you. his breathing became more heavy as his moans filled the air, he was whimpering more than you were. his hips moved on their own accord as his grip went underneath your shirt and to your chest.

"oh, oh, oh, f-fuck..." gepard was losing his composure as he continued to fuck into you. you moaned praises into his ear as he did so, whining for more. his hair was becoming slick with sweat at his hairline, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes screwed shut. he lost himself inside you, moaning in your ear loudly, his thumb now on your clit, and the other hand on your hip. gepard roughly moved you up and down on his cock erratically, damn-near screaming out your name strung along with praises and occasional curses.

at this point, you were too cock-drunk to even care how loud you were. your hands were in his hair as he fucked into you like a toy. his cock moved within you as if he's thought of this one too many times, churning your guts, and bringing you close to your orgasm. his thumb worked at your sensitive clit, your hips stuttering with every flick and rub. gepard threw his head back, moaning out your name loudly, thrusting as deep as he possibly could inside you a couple of times, rubbing up against your g-spot unintentionally. he looked up at you, his lip wet and raw, his face blown out with pleasure.

"oh, oh, i'm really close, and i'm... i'm gonna make you- nghh... -cum. i'mgonnamakeyoucum, 'kay? i'mgonna..." he whimpered before stroking your clit one last time as you made your climax audibly obvious. you rocked your hips against him as he came, the warmth of your pussy satisfying his desires. you were just so tight around him that he couldn't even pull out. he felt your fingers run through his sweat-soaked blonde hair again as he came down from his orgasm, realizing he pumped you full of his thick cum.

"dear... i- uh..." you promptly shushed him, purring against his now warm skin, petting him and fingering his hair. he smiled as he sat with you, not a care in the world, feeling a burden lifted off him.

"what are we now, geppie?"

"if you're up to it, i will take you out tomorrow night and we can figure it out from there."

[aratakiis]

why has there been a resurgence of likes for my leon content is he popular again

[cranity]

idk anything about him