#bottomshelfhos

[normaltothemax]

@bottomshelfhos from here

They feel like he’s been eating them out for hours now, taking them closer and closer to the edge painfully slowly. His lips and tongue working like he’s trying to drown himself in them. The slight bite of his nails against their skin is nothing, only has their hand in his hair tightening its grip, their other hand gripping tightly to the pillow beneath their head.

Jordan barely realizes how loud they’ve gotten until he suddenly stuffs his thumb into their mouth and moves his mouth to their thigh instead. Glaring, they bite down on it—not hard enough to hurt, but enough pressure to show their displeasure. “Fucking asshole,” they grumble around it. But fine. With a huff through their nose, they close their lips around the digit, sucking lightly on it, tongue swirling around it. Then they’re tugging at his hair to try and encourage him back to where they want him most.

[normaltothemax]

@bottomshelfhos from here

People don’t lust after the bassist.

That’s something he knows to be true. Some go for the headliners—David and Star. Others go for the lead guitarist or the drummer. Marko’s usually the one left sitting alone at the bar, downing a beer, accepting the half-assed comments of ‘you were great’ before the so-called fan notices one of the others is alone and beelines for them instead.

But Lizzie…she’s something else.

He doesn’t actually expect it, when she kisses him. He’d been explaining everything leading up to it away in his mind—they’re just friends, Lizzie doesn’t think of him like that, it’s just chilly in the ironworks and she thinks cuddling up on the couch will be a bit warmer. Stupidly, he almost offers her a blanket. The kiss catches him so off guard, in fact, that it takes him a heartbeat—one of hers, not his, for obvious reasons—to respond. To kiss her back.

And kiss her back he does. Pulls her into his lap, because the angle is awkward, and this way he can feel more of her. Can feel the warmth of her body pressing up against his, can feel her heartbeat racing against his chest, can smooth his hands along her back, up into her hair. He chases after her lips when she pulls back, but manages to restrain himself. She needs to breathe. Marko’s out of breath too, though his breathing is more out of habit than necessity. “…That a good thing?”

He ducks his head and noses along the column of her throat. Breathes in the scent of her—all coconut and vanilla and pineapple. Aged books and leather. Like a pina colada in a used bookstore, he can’t help but think in amusement.

He can hear the blood rushing through her veins, can feel his fangs threatening to drop, and puts as much self-control as he has into keeping his teeth blunt and human as he scrapes them lightly over her pulse point. Resists the urge to bite down, break skin, and drink his fill, tasting her excitement and want on his tongue. With a mischievous grin, he pulls back slightly, his own pupils blown when he meets her eyes. “You wanna do it again?”

[shibesmutts]

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver (ryland and simon!)

The rush of waves lapping the shore, the soft breaths of a man heavily trying to work through his need, working in a shuffle to get the damn clothes off his back. All Simon can smell is Ryland's scent, clinging and mingling on the clothes he had taken as his own. The shirt with a science pun he didn't totally understand came first, sliding off toned, scarred muscles. Revealing the old surgery scars, white and ribbed by mutated flesh.

Simon kept himself bare, not really keen on having patchy body hair. Where his flesh had mutated the hair wouldn't grow in, so it was simply a matter of keeping the human skin clean...

Right now, all he can focus on beyond the fake ocean of the biodome's waves was Grace. His Grace, seated so perfectly on their bed, watching. Waiting. When had his little fox looked so predatory?

"Hah," The once-convict huffed a laugh, leaning over to wipe at Grace's chin with his human hand. "You got a little... Little something."

This was what he liked about sex with Ryland. It was never, ever serious or painful. He could laugh, sometimes finding the way their broken bodies mushed together both humorous and incredibly erotic.

"Now, are you gonna help me with these pants, or do I have to do everything myself~?"

subtle nsfw prompts [accepting] [x] - @bottomshelfhos / @bottomshelfheroes

[normaltothemax]

@bottomshelfhos from here

She arches into his touches as he hovers over her, baring her throat to give him better access. But it’s only so long before Yelena decides she wants the upper hand. For the moment, at least. Thing is, she’s more than happy to submit to him, in this scenario. To allow him to take control and dominate. To let him get bossy.

He just has to earn it before she does.

So she flips their positions, pins his wrists above his head, and smirks as she leans down to kiss along his neck. Rolls her hips against his and gives the skin beneath her lips a sharp nip. “That was way too easy,” she hums, amusement clear in her tone. “I thought you were supposed to be better than that.”

[shibesmutts]

❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ (grace to simon!)

Breath hitches, Adam's apple bobbing with the intake of breath. His hand stops mid-motion, still holding firm to the scissors. He was knee-deep in gardening right now, trying to keep the plants on Hail Mary in decent shape.

His blood continues to coagulate in the soil. Feeding the plant. Just as he was taught, many moons ago on Eden. Our bodies become the soil for the Great Tree.

Simon stares in silence at that blood. The way the sterile light flickers on its shining viscera edges. The way it stands out proud against the bright green leaves.

Anchoring himself, the mutant slowly turns, looking up at Grace with the slightest bit of anticipation shining in his good eye. "Oh yeah? What brought this on, Grace?" Because in all honesty, he had been thinking about the other a lot lately too.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 [x] - @bottomshelfhos / @bottomshelfheroes

[normaltothemax]

@bottomshelfhos from here

Marko’s self control wasn’t always the best. Something made obvious by the fact that he was currently fucking Lizzie in a dark alley, praying to anyone that might be listening that no one would overhear or stumble upon them. At least he managed to refrain from sinking his teeth into her neck, despite the way his mouth was watering at the sound of her heart pounding, the way it was bared so prettily to him, like she was begging for him to bite her.

She smelled so sweet, though, that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop, if he accidentally broke skin and tasted blood.

So he kept his mouth away from her throat. Watched their hips moving instead, shifting one hand slightly to pin her skirt between his hand and her hip, holding it out of the way so he could actually see himself sliding in and out of her, the way her body took him so well. Like she was made for him. Fuck.

“You feel so fucking good,” he praised lowly. Snapped his hips harder, faster, in response to her moan. He moaned softly as she tightened around him, doing his damnedest to push her over that edge. “Come on, Lizzie. Come on, baby, lemme hear you. Lemme feel you. Just let go. I’ve got you.”