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konata-izumi-kinny-writes · 1 year

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Rescue Bots x Reader romantic hcs

Seperate

[A/n: I know its weird that i like these four. Shish.]

Anyways here yall go.

Heatwave

Beeg frumpy man

Literally just picked you up and said, "I love you. You're mine now." And walked off with you

Hes a tsundere at first but grows softer the longer you're with him.

Fr he needs someone who'll listen to him rant or smth without making fun of him

Give this big boi a hug

He'll be confused, but he'll grow to like it

Kiss the big man.

He got BIG soft lips, well, big compared to you but you get the point.

You may be wondering how the flip they're soft.

The answer is, 'a flip ton of bendy cords and fuel lines layered with some memory foam and waterproof carbon fiber cloth' (same goes for the others)

Another thing you can do is pepper his face plates with kisses

Automatically starts blushing.

VERY protective and lowkey jealous

He carries you around like a baby. Theres no reason for it, thats just what he does. If Kade has any snarky remarks to say about it, you bet Heatwave is gonna clap back with something better.

Treats you like glass.

You're just so teeny tiny compared to him and he doesn't want to hurt you.

He'll feel absolutely terrible if he does.

Despite all of that though, he does generally treat you like a normal person. As well as letting you have your own life.

Do NOT make self deprivating jokes around this dude. For multiple reasons.

1, they make him stressed and sad (he won't admit that hes sad in front of the others tho)

2, It automatically triggers him to be even MORE protective

3, Heatwave will aggressively tell you how much he loves you and how pretty/handsome you are

For example,

'*Squishes your face with his fingers*, "Shush. You're fragging amazing. Say anything like that again, and i'm snuggling you for the entire godamn day."'

He doesn't yell at you though. Just has an aggressive tone.

He does the same for any insecurities you have too.

Oh, and he means every word he says when it comes to his bellicose praises.

"...I warned you, Dear."

*proceeds to pick you up in his hands and lay down somewhere while holding you against his chassis*

LOTS of kisses. Like for real you'll be out of breath when he's done with you.

It doesn't end there either.

He sometimes puts you in the passenger seat if there's an emergency so he can still keep an eye on you.

Depends on the emergency

He gets angrier than usual if you're the one in danger, he only calms down once you're safe.

Chase

He loves and supports you so much aaa-

He was VERY blunt when he confessed to you

"(Name). Forgive me for saying but I have fallen in love with you, and wish for you to be my conjunx endura. You don't have to feel the same, but you have the right to know."

He was lowkey surprised when you said you felt the same

Chase proceeded to kneel down and pull you into a hug. You responded with hugging him back along with a kiss on the faceplates, the rest is history.

He loves any kind of affection you give him, just don't use sarcasm, he can't pick up on it.

His love language is usually physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time

Chase only wants three things from you throughout this relationship.

Your happiness, your affection, and your safety.

Though he does want to keep you safe he's not really overprotective.

He insists on carrying you if you're somewhere where one of them could step on you.

You used to go on patrol with him...

Until you almost got merc'd by a haywire lawn mower.

Since then you stay at base, and he always looks forward to seeing you run up to him when he gets back.

Hes not a fan of scary movies, but he'll be fine if you're holding his hand or hugging him.

Bring an inhaler, you'll need it for how much he'll make you laugh

At this point he's still trying to learn human culture... that (un)fortunately includes slang

"(Name), look. I have acquired an 'annelid on a string'"

"Dearest conjunx, what is 'Goated with the sauce' and why does a caprine have a condiment?"

"(Name), what does it mean to 'simp' for someone?"

Whether you feed this fire or not is up to you.

Pet names include; Dearest, Honey, Love, My Light, My Conjunx Endura, ....scrinkle (I'm not sorry)

Despite the mixups with slang, hes still pretty damn blunt.

Not to mention, even with how monotonous Chase is pretty romantic when hes talking to you.

This means that you can tell that he's being honest whenever he starts whispering sweet nothings to you.

And Chase mean everything he says.

And he always looks you in the eyes when he says one specific line, just so you know he really means it.

"I love you"

Blades

Oml hes so friggin nervous.

He didn't confess to you... Kade did

He heard Blades talking to Dani about you so he decided to mess with him.

"HEY (NAME), BLADES TOTALLY HAS A HUGE CRUSH ON YOU!!"

"NO I DON'T, SHISH!!!"

He only admitted it once you said you felt the same

"...you do!? This isn't a cruel joke right?... I.. love you too."

He leaned down and gave you a kiss on the forehead

HES SO SWEET TO YOU

Lots of snuggles, hand holding, kisses, hugs, carrying you around, you name it!

Flip, he loves touching you in general.

You're just so squishy compared to his kind, he can't help but be enamored

Big touch-starved snugglebug

He likes watching tv with you on his chest

Sometimes the baking shows he comes across motivate him to bake something for you.

Half the time its good, half the time it isn't.

Pet names are; Sweetie, Honey Bunny, Cupcake, Lil Squisha, and My Spark if he's feeling really romantic

Don't yell at him please :(

He will be more anxious and sad if you do.

Its enough from others, it hurts more if its from you.

Unless you're happy and excited. He'll be yelling with you.

Very protective and jealous

He isn't too overbearing with it though

Hes just nervous and scared

Nervous about something/someone hurting you, and scared that someone will take you from him.

Thats why he doesn't take you with him on missions, even with how much he misses you.

Please comfort him when hes scared, he REALLY needs it.

Blades loves your laugh so much

He'll find the cheesiest jokes to say just to get the smallest noise out of you.

He'll be very impressed with whatever talent you have, and will try his best to support you.

KISS THE BEEG NERVOUS BOIBOI

He needs it... badly.

Will immediately turn blue and get extremely flustered, but he loves it and won't stop you

He gives you little trinkets he finds at random... well, they're little to him.

"Y/N! I got something for you :3" *Proceeds to place the biggest tumbleweed you've ever seen right in front of you*

Sometimes, Blades legit out of nowhere picks you and and carries you somewhere where nobody else is around

He proceeds to lay down and put you on his chest

Totally peppers your face in kisses before looking you right in your eyes and saying how much he loves you.

"I love you so much, Honey bunny. You're my little cupcake and i won't give you up for anything or anyone. I promise."

Boulder

Hes so sweet to you

It took some encouragement and advice from Gram for him to confess to you, but he did it!

He went out and picked a bouquet for you too

He sat down criss cross applesauce and told you how he felt after taking a deep breath.

"(Name)... I have.. developed some strong feelings for you.. romantic ones. You don't have to say yes, but i still want to ask.. will you please be my love for life?"

You of course said yes and gave him a hug before he could even give you your bouquet

He closed his eyes and returned the hug, all the while rubbing your back.

Dates at the zoo are a must. Obviously. Like cmon now. This is Boulder we're talking about.

Will bring you random plants and animals and ask if he can keep them

If not that, then he'll pick flowers and other plants for you. Ofc he makes sure theyre not spiky.

He paints for you.

GIVE HIM SMOOCHES

Theres nothing he loves more than your lips

Well- he loves your tummy too.

Its a tie

ANYWAYS-

SNUGGLE THE BIG HIMBO HE NEEDS IT

(They all do but you get the point)

Like Heatwave, he carries you like a baby. But he just does it because he thinks you're cute.

Like for real, to Boulder, you're the cutest little fleshy he's ever seen.

Until he sees a baby.

He looks at you with the most "🥺" expression ever

"[Name]-"

"No we're not having a baby, bubbas. Sorry"

"🥺"

His pet names for you are; Dearest, Bunny, My Flower, Small one, Sweetie, Dove, Angelfish, Wifey/Hubby/Lovey (whichever you prefer or identify as)

He loves you, but no. You can't go w him on emergencies.

Literally on the verge of tears if you're the one in danger

If that happens, prepare to be snuggled for 3 days straight.

#rescue bots x reader #heatwave x reader #chase x reader #boulder x reader #Blades x reader #konata izumi kin writes #transformers x reader #this is cringy

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hopefulangelpuppy · 15 hours

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Why do I feel like this is Canon

Heatwave: hey whares Cody?

Blur: I don't know anyone does anyone else know whare he is?

Chase and chief: not at all

Graham and Boulder: no

Dani and blades: naw

Kade: whare is he??

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Cody:*chasing Priscilla* give me my jacket!

Priscilla:*running away from Cody with his jacket* never!

Frankie:*also chasing Priscilla* give my bestie his jacket back!

Wes: 👁️👄👁️

#rescue bots #codyburns #transformers reacue bots #chief burns #heatwave #rescue bots boulder #transformers reacue bots blades #transformers rescue bots heatwave #transformers rescue bots dani #rescue bot chase #rescue bots frankie #rescue bots Wes #reacue bots Priscilla #cody burns x priscilla pynch

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figitorynonsense · 11 months

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erp heres uh some pride bots

they look a little wonky since i havent drawn em in a deca-cycle 🥲🥲🥲🥲

enjoy tho

#pride month #gay #transformers #tf rescue bots #rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #tranformers #chase rescue bots #tfrb #chase #tfrb chase #rescue bots heatwave #heatwave #heatwave rescue bots #rb heatwave #heatwave x quickshadow #trans #transgender #mmmm i love me the gayest robots known to sci-fi

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agentsquirrelsgotrobots · 9 months

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"Prime, I wouldn't do this." Charlie warned, putting his hand on the holster of his tox-en knife. He had bought it from Swindle and only carried it when he thought he would use it. It was too dangerous for everyday carry.

"Where is Heatwave? He hasn't reported in." Optimus sounded angry, his plating flared and smokestacks steaming.

"He's busy sir." Chase said. "With the wedding."

"Whose wedding?" Optimus asked, a cold edge to his voice.

"My daughter and Blades." Charlie said. Optimus was shocked. "They haven't proposed yet, but it's practically set in stone.

"Literally," Chase said. "Dani's wedding rings came in yesterday, and Blades's conjunx medal has been custom ordered."

"Which means?" Charlie said, a smirk on his face.

"By Autobot code on interspecies marriage, the deployed bot must stay at a base within a visitable distance of their spouse, especially if there's additional dependents. Blades would be duty bound to stay on the nearest autobot base to Dani." Chase recited.

"We will relocate her then. Blades is needed in China." Optimus said.

"Optimus, with all due respect, that's a twelve hour one-way plane trip to and from Griffin Rock. And even if you used the ground bridge, Dani isn't fluent in Chinese or Mandarin, never mind getting a job in her field. It would require her to renounce her American passport, become fluent in both languages, pass the citizenship exam, and then the civil service exam. The process would take years, and she would have to start over in her career, retaking all the licenses exams too. She would be confined to the house, with very little access to the community before she reaches fluency." Charlie said.

Optimus sighed. "Very well. I will reassign someone else. It's been a while since I have seen my son. I still want to see a report from Heatwave by the end of the week."

Optimus transformed and drove through an open ground bridge.

"Sir, when will you tell Optimus that Heatwave is deceased?"

"When I can plan an accident to cover up the hole in his crotch. Bastard had to have the weirdest place for a subspace, didn't he. I like your new cyber matter avatar. Doc Greene worked wonders with the base design. I'm glad you added your own personal touches. Maybe later I could find out how personal?" Charlie smirked as Chase's avatar blushed.

"I would be happy to if I still feel up to it."

"If not, we will take a rain check. Your alt mode does need a bath, you know."

Chase's avatar blushed harder. "Could we keep it platonic? I really just want a quiet evening and sleep in my alt mode tonight."

"You know what? For your quick thinking, I will give you some cash and you can go to the car wash you like on main street. The one with the soft scrubbers."

Chase beamed. "Thank you, boss."

"That's alright, my siren."

#mafia au #tfrb cody #transformers rescue bots #chase rescue bots #rescue bots #charlie burns #DaniBlades #dani x blades #chase has a literal pet name now #Charlie Burns x chase #“my siren” is a BIG bit of foreshadowing #i will write Heatwave's death tomorrow #and Quickshadow's #MUUURRRRDDDDDDEEEEERRRRRRRRR

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ppnuggie · 1 year

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Can you do headcanons on how the rescuebots +optimus and bee would celebrate Halloween with their s/o?

　　　　　　RESCUE BOTS x gn human reader

　　　　『　heatwave ,, chase ,, blades ,, boulder ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> rescue bots going trick celebrating halloween

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— i only did the rescue bots since you didn’t specify what versions of optimus and bee you wanted :)

heatwave ::

• hes confused as to why little kids walk around and go to strangers for candy

• isnt that what kidnapping is ? mans is more than confused but also worried

• hes also forced to participate in those trunk or treat activites ,, and the halloween parades

• not only are little children crawling all on top and inside him but theres also candy crushed in places he cant even reach

• scary movies are something he’s not a fan of ,, they terrify him more than he likes to admit

• though he will definitely allow you to cuddle with him during the movies ,, or hide in his chassis if you get too scared

chase ::

• he’s concerned about the many laws this might break ,, as well as the fact children are allowed to be the presence of strangers who can easily snatch them up

• and the fact that these little rascals are allowed to eat more than an unhealthy amount of candy on this day

• he will freak out every time he sees a fake plastic skeleton ,, and immediately thinks that theres been a murder

• it takes a lot for him to realize that they’re not real people ,, yet hes still worried about the fact humans just hang fake human skeletons around

• he does participate in trick or treating ,, he’ll pass out some candy to children and stuff

• horror movies arent also his strong point ,, like heatwave ,, he doesn’t understand why theyre famous ,, theres literally people being hurt !!

• he does complain to you about them but doesnt think much of it in the end

blades ::

• hes seen all about halloween on tv !! hes super excited ,, except for some parts however

• he wants to pass candy out to the children so bad !! though he gets to through the help of dani ,, so you and him hand little goodies to kids during parades and festivals

• though he is petrified from seeing the skeletons and bats hanging around ,, hes worried theyre real and they’ll come to life at midnight and chase him !! after all it happens in the movies !!

• he doesnt complain too much about horror movies ,, but he’ll be cuddled right up to you and screaming at every jumpscare possible

• he’ll apologize afterwards ,, but he tries to tough it out for you ,, trying to seem all big and stuff ,, but on the inside hes scared

• he ends up mass displacing and sleeping with you for the night in the end ,, because hes worried there’s gonna be zombies who come for him whilst hes in recharge

boulder ::

• he’s fascinated ! its interesting to learn of new human customs ,, and if halloween is one of them then he’ll be interested in learning about it

• hes ooing and awing at the decorations ,, and wants to hang some up himself

• and now the whole bunker is decorated for halloween :) !! hes quite fascinated about the costumes too !! theyre so neat ,, how everyone is something different

• horror movies he doesnt mind ,, they only worry him a bit but he just thinks of it as another human custom they have for this holiday

• he also helps pass candy out to kids <33

• he’ll also help you with decorating too ! after all he is tall enough to reach the places you cant :)

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dragonsgirl572 · 1 year

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Even MORE Headcannons!

THIS IS A SEPARATE AU FROM MY 'Feeling Small' STORY!!

Blurr's sire is an autobot while his carrier is a decepticon.

Heatwave and Blades were childhood friends because Blades's creators are Knockout and Breakdown and Heatwave's creators are Soundwave and Shockwave.

Heatwave's original paint color is black.

Heatwave and Blades met Chase, who is Ultra Magnus and Predaking's son. (Yes, I ship that, but honestly, it was this one fanfic that got me)

Chase introduced Heatwave and Blades to Boulder, whose creators are Bulkhead and Wheeljack.

High Tide used to be an Autobot.

Chase has hidden wings, he's the son of Predaking, what'd you expect?

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moonbeam-dragon · 1 year

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TRFB Incorrect Quotes

This is just a compilation of Heatwave x Chase x Boulder x Blades quotes. Just a warning that mist of these are dirty jokes bc I left the filter on those whoops-

Blades: I like your top, Chase! Heatwave: I have a name, you know. Chase: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

Blades: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Boulder: How do you tell someone that you wanna have s3x with them in a polite way

Chase: Excuse me sir. Would you give me the honours of indulging in s3xual activities with you?

Heatwave: What the f*ck is wrong with you two?

Heatwave: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Chase: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

Chase: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff and got distracted.

Boulder: I'm stuff!

Blades: I'm got distracted!

Heatwave: We had s3x.

Boulder: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Chase: I sleep with a gun.

Blades: Both of you are pathetic.

Boulder: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Blades: Heatwave.

Blades: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

Blades: Do you ever think? Because I don’t.

Chase: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

Blades: What- how?

Chase: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

Heatwave: Life is like Boulder. It's short.

Chase: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Boulder: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Chase: Seize the d!ck.

Boulder: I feel like doing something stupid.

Blades: I’m stupid, do me.

Boulder: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

Blades: Like its slips on and off really easily.

Boulder:

Blades: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Heatwave: We know what you meant.

Heatwave: *writing a letter*

Heatwave: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... And it was worth it you fat, judgemental b@stard.

Heatwave: Talk dirty to me~

Chase: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.

Heatwave: Wha-

Chase: The economy is in shambles.

Blades: What are you in the mood for?

Heatwave: World domination.

Blades: That's a bit ambitious.

Heatwave: You are my world.

Blades: Aww...

Heatwave: 😏

Blades: ☺️

Heatwave: 😏

Blades: OH. 😳

Blades: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Blurr way.

Chase: Isn't that the wrong way?

Blades: Yes, but it's faster.

Heatwave: That's ridiculous, Blades doesn't have a crush on me.

Boulder: Yes they do.

Chase: Yes they do.

Blades: Yes I do.

#transformers rescue bots #tfrb blades #tfrb boulder #tfrb chase #tfrb heatwave #heatwave x chase x boulder x blades

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sandrakir31 · 1 month

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I keep remembering my old fandoms. A huge desire to review everything right now. 🔥🔥🔥

Well, for now, just the design of my favorites in the rid style.

#transformers: rescue bots #rescue bots #chase #heatwave #chase x heatwave #medix #maccadam

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tfwriting · 2 years

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Forever In Love :: Heatwave x Femme! Reader x Chase Rating: G Summary: Heatwave and Chase starts to fall for you once you join the team as a ambulance. A/n: I haven't watched Rescue Bots in what seems like forever I do apologize for my stupidity. Lol. Words: 276

You were an ambulance. Your partner is a female named Natalie. The both of you can get along very well. The both of you would always accompany The Rescue Bots on a mission. Heatwave was helping people out of a building with Cade while you and Natalie helped take care of the injured people.

Heatwave and Cade was finished getting the last of the people and Chase walked up to you and Natalie. Heatwave watched as the both of you chatted. Heatwave liked you. Almost as much as Chase did. Chase had talked you into going for a drive. So you said sure. Heatwave follows the both of you in the woods.

Heatwave saw you and Chase chat about life on Cybertron. But you smiled softly.

"Cybertron was my home for vorns. But... I... I'd rather work here... It's my purpose..." You said to Chase who had his arms around his helm. He was looking at the sky.

"You know. Regardless if we're on earth or Cybertron... I'll will fall for you... I... I like you... More than a team mate..." Chase admits. Heatwave was very upset.

You were blushing. "I... I have a crush on you... And Heatwave..." You said.

Chase's spark beats when you said you liked Heatwave as well.

"You... Like both of us?" Chase asked.

"Yes. Truth be told I can't choose between both of you..." You admitted.

"Ah... Okay..." Chase gets up. "We love you too."

#transformers #transformers rescue bots #transformers rescue bots heatwave #transformers rescue bots chase #transformers rescue bots heatwave x reader x chase #transformers rescue bots heatwave x femme! reader x chase #maccadam #transformers fanfictions #transformers fanfics #transformers fanfic #transformers fanfiction #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #writeblr #self-shipping-writing-blog

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mycarhasasecret · 2 years

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Rescue bots (blades, heatwave and chase) meet reader with the one ring (I don’t care if it’s scenarios or head cannons)

I think this is referring to LOTR but I'm not sure

Blades

He’s seen those movies! That thing is dangerous! He knows you’re responsible, it’s that ring he doesn’t trust! He keeps his distance from you whenever he sees you with it. He’s staying out of that whole mess.

Heatwave

Sounds suspicious. He doesn’t like it. He’s seen the movies at one point, but he got bored and distracted. He doesn’t know too much about it, just that it’s dangerous, and not something to take lightly.

Chase

He highly recommends using caution when engaging with the ring. Better yet, dispose of it properly according to EPA guidelines. Might he recommend a pleasant hike to the top of Mount Doom?

#rescue bots #maccadam #chase #blades #heatwave #blades x reader #chase x reader #heatwave x reader

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lady-lauren · 2 years

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Pairing: Pro-Hero!Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Stuckage, slight dubcon, praise kink, degradation, light spanking, thigh fucking, spitting (on the pussy), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I’ve wanted to write stuckage for so long, and who better with than Katsuki? For those who don’t know, stuckage just means one of the characters literally gets stuck and fucked lol in this case, it’s reader.

It’s a normal patrol night. Humid summer air sticks to sweaty, sweet smelling skin, makes Katuski’s hands itch in his gloves. In and out of alleys, checking lingering shadows and avoiding the gazes of pedestrians.

By midnight, he’s bored.

There are no alarms ringing on his phone, no idiot villains skirting around corners for him to chase. Wide awake and ansty, he slips down another alley, kicking a few trash bags before checking in a dumpster. He half-way wishes there was a body inside, just something to pique his interest.

“H-hey! Hey down there!” a feminine voice echoes off the brick walls of the apartment buildings, riding the heatwaves and sinking into the pavement.

Katsuki squints as he looks up, nose wrinkling at the thought of some fangirl yelling down at him from her bedroom.

Then, he sees you. You’re halfway out your window, three stories up.

He has to move around a bit to really get a good look at you, the rusted metal railings of the fire escape to your building blocking his view.

“What the fuck do you want?”

His tone is biting, like a dog snarling in warning to keep away.

“I need help! I- fuck,” you sound exhasperated, like you’ve been struggling, “My cat was on the fire escape—”

“Listen, I don’t chase after fucking cats! I’m a Pro-Hero, I have better shit to do.”

Though, at the moment, he truly doesn’t. But he most definitely doesn’t feel like manhandling some feisty cat on the streets.

“Oh my god,” he hears you mumble from above, head dropping as your hands press back on your window sill, “The cat’s fine! I’m the one who needs help. I’m…I’m stuck!”

Great. Some stupid damsel in distress. It’s a Saturday night, you should have better shit to do than worrying about your cat. You’re young, from what he can tell, probably in your mid-twenties like he is. You should be out partying, sucking cock and drinking too much.

“Fine! I’m coming up.”

With long leaps, he scales the fire escape easily, noticing how the other windows in this building either have their blinds closed or the lights are snuffed out. Your little window is glowing, though, warm yellow lamplight guiding his way to where you’re hanging.

His heavy boots on the steel make you shiver, your frayed nerves making you easily spooked. You raise your head the best you can, neck craning to look up at him.

“Oh. You’re Dynamight, right?”

He grits his teeth, sucking in a growl of frustration that you hadn’t recognized him earlier. His face is plastered on billboards, he’s the posterboy for Calvin Klein in magazines. You should know who he is just from one glance.

Purposely ignoring you, Katsuki crouches down to your level, making sure not to knock your stupid little head with his gauntlets as he starts to lift up on the window. He grunts as it doesn’t budge.

“It’s locked from the inside. Please don’t bust my lock, my landlord will fucking kill me,” you take in a deep breath, coughing a bit from where your lungs are trapped, “and the maintenance guy won’t fix it for a week.”

“Jesus fucking christ, then what do you want me to do? Push you back in?”

“Do you think that will work?”

Katsuki rebalances on his toes, staying low so he can actually take a look at your situation.

The heavy window has fallen onto your back, just below your shoulder blades. It fell at just the right angle to click the lock back in place, the simple turn mechanism taunting him from behind the glass. Your arms and tits are dangling on the outside, ass up inside your apartment. You’re in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, embroidered with some quirkless university logo.

“How long have you been like this?”

“I don’t know. Maybe, like, half an hour? My fingers are going numb.”

You’re not even bothering to raise your head up to speak, just talking down through the galvanized steel gratings. Your hair is a mess from your struggling.

He’d be a shitty hero if he left you like this. From up here, you’re tempting. He can see the curve of your ass, pink thong peeking out from the hem of your shirt.

Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose, “Is your apartment unlocked?”

“No. I’m not an idiot, I wouldn’t leave my door open when I live alone.” You’re getting frustrated, groaning as you try to shift yourself again, ass wiggling and knuckles turning color as you press against the window sill and try to shove yourself back inside. “However, the guy in the apartment l-lobby has keys to all the apartments. Tell him you need the one to 3-A.”

“And you think he’s just gonna give it to me, sweetheart?”

You finally raise your head and look up at him, brows furrowed but your pretty eyes are teary. Your lips are inches away from his clothed cock, he could easily pry your mouth open and—

“You’re a hero, aren’t you? I’m sure he’ll give you the fucking key for a girl in need.”

Katsuki doesn’t bother to bite back his grumblings, muttering about how fucking stupid you are and how he doesn’t get paid enough for this shit as he descends the fire escape.

Like you said, the lobby attendant doesn’t bat an eyelash when Katsuki asks for the key to your apartment.

In fact, the guy stares at the orange and black of Katsuki’s chest, grinning as he looks up and asks for an autograph. Katsuki feels like grabbing the guy’s stupid head and bashing it into the counter. But he obliges, taking a few extra seconds to scribble his name onto an empty sign-in sheet.

“Thanks man! You got a date with that girl in 3-A? She’s a real cute one.”

“Shut up.”

On his journey up the stairs, Katsuki finds himself agreeing with the man. This could be worse, he could be helping some old hag stuck in her window, trapped in her curlers and nightgown. Instead, it’s some adorable little college girl who just might give him a special treat for saving her. That thought makes him smirk and hold on to the little metal key just a bit tighter.

When Katsuki pries open your apartment door, you are truly a sight to behold.

The window is behind your couch, one with soft cushions that your knees are sinking into. Gravity is working against you, making you lean down and out the window, your beautiful ass high and completely exposed as your shirt peels away from your waist.

The light pink thong does nothing to cover you, the fabric tight against the folds of your pussy between your legs. Katsuki slams the door shut just to watch you jump, legs spreading from the jolt.

Katsuki takes a moment just to look around your apartment, that nosy nature buried in everyone rearing its head. You’re definitely a student, bookshelves full of textbooks, notebooks, and whatever else you’ve been assigned to waste your time on. There are a few plants scattered around the one bedroom apartment, posters on the wall, a few framed pictures of your friends.

And the offender who started your predicament sits on the kitchen counter, swishing her tail as Katsuki makes a face. The cat doesn’t budge, just sits and stares with judgment.

“Alright, princess,” he wolf-whistles as he comes closer, flexing his fingers in his gloves, “you really got yourself into a fucking mess.”

You mumble outside the window, but he doesn’t catch it, mind on a single track as he stands right behind you. Closer now, he can see that your panties are wet, dampness making the cotton nearly see-through.

Hooking his index finger underneath the elastic of your thong, he snaps the fabric against your hip just because he can.

Your whole body jumps, a very audible moan sounding from outside.

“Oh, you like that?”

He laughs and repeats his action, taking the time to smooth his finger along the line of your thong before tugging and snapping the flimsy thing harder than before.

He knows this is wrong, the dronings of his hero ethics course ringing in his ears about how a hero should never take advantage of a civilian like this. But he’s a man, a dreadfully bored one with a ripe, round ass just under his fingertips.

Katsuki places one palm on each ass cheek, kneading the supple flesh and spreading them apart. His gauntlets clink as he does, reminding him that he’s a hero, that he’s so much stronger than your little body can probably handle.

“Hey!” One of your legs kicks back at him, missing entirely, “you can fuck me after you get me out of this god damn window!”

“Why wait? You’re already in such a perfect position.”

Katsuki’s grin is wild as he crouches down, becoming eye level with your pussy. Using his gloved thumbs, he spreads your cheeks apart, eyes gleaming as he watches your outer folds suck in your panties.

He feels so powerful, more than normal.

He could do whatever he wanted to you right now and you could do nothing to stop him. He could fuck you for hours, use you like a cocksleeve, dump his cum deep in your guts and still leave you stuck and hanging out of your window. And he just might.

Outside, you whine, a high-pitched tune filtering through the open space of the window. You sound so pitiful, so lost.

“Come on, princess, let’s have some fucking fun.”

He shows his teeth in delight as he draws the fabric of your panties into his fist, using it like reins to keep you in place. You cry out as the cloth digs into your pussy, hot against your clit, dragging along your puckered hole. Your thighs quiver, pressing together to try to relieve the heat he’s creating. He imagines shoving his cock between the fat of your thighs, feeling your soft skin close around him and tug.

“You’re such a stupid little thing, getting stuck like this.”

Your head nods out the window, which makes him chuckle. At least you know you’re a fucking idiot.

His cock is so hard it hurts, leaking tip confined by the tight compress of his boxer briefs.

Red eyes glaze over as he starts shedding some of his gear. His obnoxiously large gauntlets go first, bouncing and clinking on your sofa, followed by his gloves. Then his fingers are quick on his belt, his black cargo pants falling to his knees and draping over his boots.

Katsuki wastes no time pumping his shaft, hissing with relief as his thumb rubs his weeping head.

He peels your panties off slowly, watching how your wetness sticks to the fabric, slick drooling just from the tiniest bit of teasing.

“Such a fucking slut, all wet from a stranger pulling on your fucking panties.”

He gives your ass a quick swat, watching your flesh jiggle. You gasp loudly, lurching forward but not budging in the tight constraint of the window’s edge.

Katsuki spreads your labia with his index finger, playing in the wet heat. You shiver with every touch, hips bucking when the pad of his finger toys with your swollen clit.

“I like how sensitive you are, princess.”

You moan so sweetly at his praise, and he makes a mental note to give you more. But it’s hard not to demean you when you’re like this, all spread open and whimpering for a stranger, stuck in the stupidest position. If you have any of those book smarts to you, he’s about to fuck you dumb.

Your slick is hot against his cock as he rubs his wet fingers against his length. He can’t help himself, his cock aches, his lower stomach pulling tighter than sailor’s knots.

Moving his hips, Katsuki slides his length across your folds, throwing his head back and groaning as he sinks his bare fingers into your hips. He rubs his cock along your pussy a few times, back and forth, back and forth, teasing you both as the veins of his cock throb and glide through puffy folds.

“Fuck your cunt is so hot, whatever loser boyfriend you have doesn’t fucking deserve this.”

The head of his cock brushes your clit and it makes your thighs squeeze together, your hands moving outside to grab at your swinging tits for some semblance of control.

You mumble incoherently about not having a boyfriend.

“Oh yeah? Must’ve been saving this pussy just for me then.”

He almost wants to see if you could just take him now, if he could shove his cock into your too-tight cunt and fuck you through the pain of stretching.

But he’s not that cruel, at least not yet.

Katsuki manhandles you up higher, balancing your knees on the back of your couch so your thighs become the perfect height for his cock.

Still coated in slick, his thick cockhead pops easily into the fat of your pressed thighs, length sliding in afterward. He repeats the motion, drawing his cock all the way out from between your legs, then slowly burrowing his red-hot flushed cock back in.

Your pussy flutters at his ministrations, tight hole sucking around nothing.

“Oh poor baby wants something in her pussy, doesn’t she?”

Sucking in his cheeks, Katsuki gathers spit in his mouth before letting it drip from his lips and down onto your cunt. The clear spit coats your folds, gets lost in the mix of your slick.

He could stare at your cunt all fucking day. It’s sexy, unique, spreads for him so easily.

His fingers are quick, purposeful. His index finger prods you, sliding between your shamefully dripping folds with quick ease. You try to clamp your legs shut at the onslaught of pleasure, but his hand is more durable than you expected.

His fingers are long, thick, perfect for curling inside you and finding that fleshy patch against your inner walls that has you shaking and panting. Two of them push inside of you, gummy walls sucking around him. He isn’t gentle. Each move of his hand is a satisfying jab into your pussy, jolts of hard pleasure racing up your spine and bliss turning hot under your skin.

Cock thumping, Katsuki begins to rock his hips, fucking into your thighs as he shoves his fingers into your cunt.

You’re mewling outside the glass, like a cat in heat out in the alley. The sounds are raunchy, mesmerizing.

Your slick is dripping against his fingers, each squelching push of his hand has you pressing farther into him. His cock is nestled perfectly between your thighs and each convulsion of your body, every clenching, stimulates him just as much.

“Love your fat fucking thighs,” he growls and slaps your ass with his free hand, grinning as your little body struggles to keep up with the onslaught of pleasures.

You are gasping, trying to catch short breaths beneath the weight of the window on your back before your inevitable fall into delirium.

“Dyna—Dynamiiight,” if anyone was awake right now, they’d hear your moans echoing down the bricks of your building.

You cum hard and fast, the pleasure so blinding that you slump down, knees dropping and thighs spasming around his cock. Your cunt is aching, cinching his fingers inside of you almost painfully. You cry out, sobbing at the intensity of it all, tears pricking at your lashes.

“Fuck your pussy gets tight when you cum, holy shit,” your hole pops with suction when he pulls his knuckles out of you.

You’re panting, exhausted and so sore from dangling out of your window, but he doesn’t care.

“I want you to scream like a little whore when I fuck you,” he spanks you to get your attention and pull you away from the aftershocks of orgasm, “you hear me out there?”

As Katsuki pumps his cock, smearing your wetness from his balls to his slit, he realizes he doesn’t even know your name.

Leaning forward, he bangs on the hazy glass with his fist to ensure he gets your attention.

“Hey! What’s your fucking name?”

Your body is limp, your hands now pressed down against the grates of the fire escape and blood rushing to your pretty head. Red eyes stare out the window until he sees a little nod. You raise your head to him, lips swollen from being pressed together, eyes glassy.

You look so fucking hot, all spent and messy just from what he’s doing to you.

You sputter out your name the best you can, gasping for air before rocking your hips back again, begging for his cock.

He shoves himself ruthlessly inside of you, the sharp pain of being spread racing across your nerves at the same time the tense squeeze of your insides make him lose control. You scream, mouth hanging open against the humid air as his cock spears into your insides. The pain quickly morphs into pleasure, his hips snapping up against yours with a ferocity that has moans spilling from your mouth even as you try to stop them.

There is no exit. No escape.

Just heavy breaths and the slapping of skin, wet flesh wrapped snugly around an intrusive cock.

Your body bounces back against him, ass rippling as his muscular thighs barrel into the backs of yours. You’re like a little fuck toy, pliant and soft, pussy gushing and sucking around his thickness.

Katsuki calls out your name just to hear you whine, grinning as he cups his hands around your waist and pulls you back with every quick thrust.

He likes having you like this, vulnerable, unable to move or even see what he’s about to do to you. Circling his thumb over your asshole, he does it just to hear your moans change pitch as you overthink, worrying he’s about to shove the thick digit into you. It’s tempting, but he’s far too focused on how your cunt feels.

Stuffed, he’s sure you feel so fucking stuffed, your puffy lips are dragging along his length with every push and pull, no room left in your guts every time he forces himself inside.

Cardinal eyes are glued to the color of your folds spreading around his cock, a thick cream pooling around his base, getting trapped in his coarse curls and staining his balls.

“You fucking love this, don’t you? Love having a stranger fuck you dumb.”

He doesn’t give a fuck that you can’t really respond; he’s losing his edge, his tongue becoming looser the more he races towards his climax.

“Knew I was gonna fuck you the moment I saw this pretty ass through the window,” he spanks you again, hard and fast, your cunt cinching tighter upon the moment of impact, “stupid little girl, needing to be fucking saved by a big strong,” he grunts, sweat dripping down from his hairline, “hero.”

Curses paint your lips each time his cock stretches you again, and again, and again, as the angle you’re trapped in has his cock brushing against that sweet spot inside of you with every fresh plunge.

“Oh you feel so fucking good squeezing me like that. So fucking good.”

The praise makes you louder, makes one of your neighbors bang on the wall to shut you up.

“You’re such a good girl for letting me fuck you like this, giving me your tight little cunt.”

Slick is drooling down your thighs, making every thrust a wet squish of flesh on flesh. You smell like sex, like sweat and salt, like some sweet fruit being peeled open just for him to taste.

“Need you to cum,” he groans, thinking about how your pussy grabbed hold of his fingers during orgasm, “want you to milk this fucking cock. Gonna cream in your cunt.”

He shouldn’t be so reckless. He should spray his seed on your back, he knows that, but your cunt is sucking him in so tightly that he wants to feel his cum rush your insides. Consequences be damned. He’ll breed you if he fucking wants to.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” that’s all he hears, like a lost bird chirping outside the window, all breathy and airy as you try to contain yourself.

Your orgasm is more intense than before. Katsuki practically feels your whole body go numb, limp, the gasp of a silent scream against foggy glass as every part of you trembles.

The seams of sanity split apart for Katsuki as his balls tighten and that first gush of cum bursts against your gummy walls.

He doesn’t stop, not even as he comes undone, ropes and ropes of hot cum filling up your sloppy pussy and spurting down onto his clothes, onto your thighs. He is unrelenting, keeping you within the throes of orgasmic bliss with his cock plunging inside of you over and over again.

Just because he can. Because you can do nothing about it except drag your nails along steel and squeeze your cunt.

Finally, the hormones stop humming, and Katsuki’s empty balls have grown sore from grinding against your abused clit. He lets your hips drop, his still-hard cock springing out from your insides.

Cum flicks onto his face from the bounce of his dick. He wipes his cheek with sweaty hands, chuckling as he places his palms on the window and catches his breath.

“You alright out there, princess?”

You babble something, give him a little whine.

Shit, he probably went too hard on you.

Quickly, Katsuki clicks the lock and lifts the window, and you rush to take a deep breath into your lungs.

“Holy fucking shit.”

You’re slipping out the window from the loss of stability. He grabs your shirt, nearly ripping the threads as he tugs you back inside your apartment. You tumble into his broad chest, panting and sweaty.

“Seriously, you okay?”

Katsuki is uncaring as he knocks his gear off the couch, metal clanging. He lays you back against the cushions, hands petting at your hair.

He grimaces when he notices a solid line of indentation across your abdomen, just below your bunched shirt. Where the window had you in its grasp will be tender tomorrow.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just…trying to catch my breath.”

Unable to help himself, Katsuki flicks your shirt up, hungry eyes roaming your tits.

“Fucking greedy aren’t you?” You swat at his hand with a giggle.

He keeps his curious eyes on your hard nipples before letting them wander down, finding your swollen folds still leaking cum.

“You can really take a beating.”

He means it as a compliment.

Sitting up, you groan, stretching your back and rubbing at your sore spots.

“Maybe I should’ve gone to hero school instead, let myself be a paid punching bag.”

Katsuki scoffs, moving back so he can tuck himself into his pants and start to reassemble his gear. His phone is buzzing in his pocket, a notification about a break-in just a few streets away that shitty hair is going to go cover.

“I gotta get back to work. Give me your number.” He tosses his phone before you have a chance to react, the lock screen open as it bounces on your lap.

“What, so you can come save me again next time I’m stuck?”

Katsuki is serious when he looks at you, tightening the orange straps on his chest.

“So we can do this again sometime. Or, I dunno, I can take you on a fucking date if you want.”

You laugh and shrug, typing your name and number into his contacts.

“I’m off work tomorrow if you want to swing by, Dynamight.”

“Call me Katsuki, alright? And yeah, I’ll be by.”

You stand as he finishes making himself presentable, grenade gauntlets clicking back into place on his forearms. He grabs his phone from you and immediately texts you his name.

“Kiss me before you go?”

Your lashes are fluttering up at him, eyes sincere.

“God damn I did this all ass-backwards, didn’t I?” He scolds himself out loud, blowing hot air through his nose.

“You could’ve fucked me and left me,” you giggle, “next time we can catch up on everything we missed.”

He nods curtly, grabbing your face a bit too rough so he can crash his lips against yours. He’s brutal to prove a point, that he wants to kiss you, wants to do more than just take advantage of you. You respond in kind, nails scraping at his chest as you moan against him.

His phone rings again and he pulls away, sweaty palm musing through his hair as he stalks toward your front door.

“Tomorrow.”

He states it as a matter-of-fact. Tomorrow he will be back. Tomorrow he will fuck you again.

The summer air is more suffocating as he returns back to the streets, still resituating his costume and pulling at the crotch of his pants.

You’re fucking insane for letting him fuck you like that, but he’s worse for doing it.

Guilt builds on his shoulders as he stalks toward where he’s needed, only being relieved when he receives a text with your name on it.

1:45 a.m.: photo message

It’s a picture of your cunt, spread open by your fingers on your shitty little sofa. His cum still stains your folds, white is still dribbling out of your little hole.

He stops walking, stares down into the blue light of his screen as his mouth goes dry.

1:46 a.m.: photo message

Now it’s your tits, on full display below your shirt that you have pulled up between your teeth.

1:46 a.m.: I want your cock between them. Tomorrow.

Big thumbs type furiously, his brows locked together.

1:47 a.m.: You’re a fucking freak.

And so is he.

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Heat Tolerance

A business trip to a desert planet with a certain annoying business partner leads to a heated fight and to a heated fuck.

Pairing: Sampo x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 3k Warnings: 18+, smut, teasing, fuckbuddies, a bit of hate-fucking, some playful fighting, creampie, overstimulation, squirting. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Part three of my Heatwave Summer Series

A business trip to another planet to retrieve a relic set. It sounded like no big deal. Nice even. A change of climate, a little adventure. What could go wrong? You should have known better.

The moment a certain tall, blue-haired mercenary offered to accompany you, you should have run. But of course, Sampo Koski always has been your weakness, hasn't he? You never were able to say no to him, as much as you hate to admit that. And so you let him wrap you in his tales about how he knew so much about this faraway planet and how you could benefit from his knowledge and negotiation skills.

Long story short, you said yes, and now you deeply regret it.

"Why do you always have to get us into trouble, you idiot?"

You groan and send a death glare to the blue-haired man sitting across from you on the dusty floor of an abandoned souvenir shop in a shabby side street of Nailscrap Town. Sweat is running down your back and trickling down between your breasts. The heat is making your head spin, and it's getting harder and harder to breathe. Especially here in this cramped little space where you are currently forced to hide from the authorities.

A lopsided grin meets you, and an outrageously nonchalant shrug,

"Aww, don't be so hard on me, sweetheart! I told you it was just a misunderstanding."

"You stole a brooch out of the Wasteland Museum! What is there to be misunderstood about this?"

Sampo sighs dramatically and rolls his pretty green eyes as he runs his long fingers through his sweaty blue hair, brushing it out of his face, only for it to fall back immediately,

"I told you, I have no idea how it ended up in my bag. It must have fallen into it when I walked past the display case. Is it my fault that they didn't fix it correctly? They probably do that on purpose so they can chase innocent tourists through their dirty city!"

You draw in a deep breath and force yourself to count to ten before you exhale it slowly. Black spots dance before your eyes. The heat is almost unbearable.

Of course, you had expected high temperatures on a desert planet. Of course, you had done your research beforehand. But it couldn't prepare you for just how intense the heat feels. And it's even worse here in this cramped little space in the middle of the concrete jungle of this city.

But this isn't just about tolerating the heat. This is mostly about tolerating this idiot by your side. He tags along like some puppy, following you as if you are his owner, and he is waggling his tail and begging for your attention.

Yes, sure, the two of you have a history. You met years ago via some shady business, and yes, you ended up in his room above the bar that night, bouncing on his gorgeous cock until the sun rose. And yes, you have met many times over the years, and yes, it almost always leads to sex.

So yes, maybe you and Sampo Koski are business partners with certain benefits, if you can call it that. And maybe you think his face is nice to look at and that his cock is pretty talented.

But that doesn't mean you want him to follow you everywhere and drag you into his drama. Your head already hurts from the heat, and that idiot's incessant chattering and his ridiculous excuses only make it worse.

The extreme temperatures on this desert planet are enough to grate on your nerves. You don't need the additional trouble that is Sampo Koski!

You glare at him, barking at him that he should shut up. But he only gives you that infuriating, dazzling smile. His long fingers wander to his vest, and you blink as you watch those skilled fingers opening the buttons, revealing more and more of Sampo's skin.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? Taking off my clothes, of course. Maybe you didn't realize it yet, but it's a bit hot in here."

Sampo slips out of his vest and pulls the sleeveless shirt he wore underneath over his head, leaving him shirtless, only in his tight pants and leather gloves.

You gulp hard, coughing a little because your throat feels too dry all of a sudden. Sweat is glistening on Sampo's defined pecs, and his abs flex suddenly as he laughs that infuriating laugh.

"Are you checking me out, princess?"

His voice is teasing, seductive. You huff, hands balling into fists, pissed off at yourself for falling for his cheap tactics.

"Don't flatter yourself, Koski. I am delirious because of the heat, so forgive me for accidentally looking your way."

It’s stupid. You are being childish, and you know it. But this is how it always goes when Sampo Koski is near you, and you don't know how to stop it.

But he is right. Maybe taking off some clothes is a good idea. You take off your shirt, leaving you in your bra top. You let your head fall back against the counter you are leaning against, eyes fixing Sampo with a challenging glare. But his green-eyed gaze is busy traveling unashamedly over your half-exposed breasts.

A grin lifts the corners of your lips,

"Like what you see, Koski?"

Finally, those bright green eyes meet yours, but they don't show any sign of remorse. Sampo chuckles and has the nerve to wink at you,

"Of course I do."

"You really have no shame."

You shake your head and sigh.

How long have you been hiding here? Maybe you should check if the coast is clear. You get up from the dirty floor and lean over the counter, squinting your eyes, trying to peek through the dirty window. You flinch when you see a group of police officers passing the small shop. You step back quickly from the window...

... and almost scream out loud when you crash into something hard. Or someone. Sampo must have gotten up without you realizing it and is standing behind you now. Way too close.

His tall, firm body is pressing against you, his hot breath is ghosting over your neck, his teasing voice directly in your ear,

"Aww, do you want to be in my arms so I can keep you safe, sweetheart? Don't worry. Sampo Koski is here to the rescue."

You hiss and push him away, glaring at him.

"Get away from me, idiot. You are in my way."

Sampo draws in a sharp breath. He clutches his toned naked chest, looking at you with his pretty green eyes opened comically wide in fake shock. Always so dramatic.

"I am shocked! How can you say this to me? Me, your loyal companion on every planet! Your fair business partner! Your friend! Your lover! You rip my heart out, princess!"

"Oh yeah, do you mean the fair business partner who got me into this shitty situation? I could have already spent the last two hours looking for that relic! But now, thanks to you, I am trapped here, waiting until we can escape or get thrown into jail."

Sampo sighs dramatically. His long black lashes flutter innocently around those ridiculously green eyes, his stupid, pretty face settles into a pout.

"Aww, well, I could make it up to you. Sampo Koski isn't someone who leaves his customers unsatisfied."

You are about to ask him how exactly he thinks he can make it up to you, when he steps closer again. Before you know it, Sampo has you pinned against the dusty counter, and his tall body is pressing against your back again.

Large hands land on your hips, sprawling over them, so Sampo's fingertips brush teasingly over your lower tummy, dangerously close to a part of your body a normal business partner has no business touching.

Your pussy flutters in interest, heat pulsing in your clit.

You hate yourself for it, but you instantly press your ass against him, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning when you feel the familiar hardness of Sampo's large bulge rub against your ass.

Why do the two of you always end up like that? Why does every argument lead to sex? Why does he make you so wet when he infuriates you so much? And why does he get so hard from bickering with you? Why do the two of you get so horny for each other anytime you meet?

But you don't have time to worry about that because Sampo's hot mouth is on your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses on your skin, and his hands yank on your bra top, pulling it down. You gasp softly when your tits spill out, instantly getting cupped by Sampo's large hands. The leather of his fingerless gloves feels soft against your heated flesh. His fingers expertly tease your stiff nipples, making you embarrassingly wet for him.

He is grinding his clothed erection against your ass, gasping loudly against your neck, whining something about how good he can make you feel.

You can't take it anymore. You push down your shorts hastily, followed by your panties, before you bend over the counter to offer yourself to him. Your naked ass up in the air, leaning over so Sampo gets a good view of your swollen, wet pussy lips.

You look over your shoulder at Sampo, whose mouth is hanging open and whose heavy-lidded green eyes are staring at that wet place between your legs.

You roll your eyes exasperatedly and give your right ass cheek a firm slap, pulling him out of his daze.

"Come on, pretty boy! I thought you wanted to make it up to me! Get your cock out!"

Your voice sounds annoyed and commanding, but your face feels hot, and your heart is beating way too fast as you watch him pushing down his pants, freeing his large cock, which stands rock-hard for you, long and pretty with a slight curve, and a glistening wet light pink tip.

There are rumors that Sampo used to work in other fields before he became a mercenary. Rumors about certain red light district establishments. And you wouldn't be surprised if those rumors are true. Sampo is a gorgeous man with the most gorgeous cock you have ever seen. And even though you act as if it isn't so, he knows how to use that pretty cock.

So it's no wonder your pussy longs for him, betraying you and creaming up even more just at the sight of him.

A lazy smile spreads over his face, and he wraps a hand around that gorgeous cock, slowly stroking it, making fat drops of pre-cum trickle out of the pretty tip. You unconsciously lick your lips at the sight, and Sampo's smile grows.

"Awww, see, I knew you liked me!"

He sounds cocky, but his voice is too husky, giving away how horny he is for you.

You roll your eyes,

"Oh, shut up. Just bend me over this counter and fuck me already!"

He is behind you again in a split second, velvety wet cock rubbing teasingly over your ass cheeks, smearing his pre over your heated skin. Sampo laughs that stupid, annoying laugh before it turns into a shaky whine when his swollen cockhead slips between your cheeks and into your tight wet heat, stretching open your creamy cunt around his pretty tip.

"Ah... always such a pleasure to do business with you, sweetheart."

He practically sobs as he tries to go slow, only fucking you with his cockhead for a few seconds, making your nails dig into the counter, and a low growl escape your mouth at getting teased like that.

But luckily, Sampo can't keep up his little teasing game any longer, and instead, his long fingers tighten their hold on your hips, and Sampo snaps his hips, burying his long hard cock deep inside you, moaning loudly as your hot cunt twitches around him.

You hiss, pressing back against him, loving the slight burn of getting taken so suddenly, urging Sampo on to give you more.

He's panting loudly as he presses his tall body against you, one gloved hand landing in your hair and pushing your face down onto the dusty countertop, bending you so prettily over the former shop counter.

And then Sampo does that thing with his cock. The one where he humps your pussy for real now with those deep, harsh thrusts that always go so deep that you see stars. He is leaning over you, so much taller than you, caging you in, making your head spin from the feeling of being under him and getting fucked for real, hard and fast.

It's a nasty fuck, hot and needy in the middle of this dirty abandoned shop. Both of you grunt softly, pushing your over-heated bodies hornily against each other. Sampo's sweat is dripping down on your back from the tips of his blue hair. His long fingers are slippery on your skin, where they sprawl over your hip.

"F...fuckkk..ah ah..too hot..."

He sounds so pretty like that, all whiny and desperate. It makes your pussy throb around him. But you chuckle softly,

"I thought you could stand the heat, sweetheart?"

"Sampo Koski isn't affected by the hot weather. Only by you and your hot pussy."

"Simp," you say as you smile and press your ass needily against him and clench said pussy around his long cock, eliciting another whiny moan from him.

"Tease," he whimpers in your ear and rolls his hips against yours, burying his hard length even deeper in your hot cunt.

"Ya grip me so greedily with that cute pussy. Wanna milk my poor cock dry, huh princess?"

He groans, low and horny, as he pushes himself into a standing position again, grabbing your hips with both hands, drilling his long cock even harder and faster into you, filling the small room with the nasty noises of his cock fucking into your soaking wet cunt.

"Oh shut up, idiot. And I am still mad at you for getting us into this situation in the first place."

But you smile while you say it, and maybe you moan a little when he grabs your hair to pull you into a standing position. You reach behind you to grab a handful of his hair that’s damp from the sweat and tug on it to pull his face down to your level. Sampo definitely moans when you bring his lips to yours, and your tongues meet in an open-mouthed, heated, sloppy kiss that makes spit run down your chin.

You can feel his firm, lean muscles press against your back, the defined pecs and taut abs that are slippery from sweat but feel so good against your naked skin. And his lips are so soft, tongue expertly stroking yours with hungry deep licks, while that pretty cock works its magic and fucks you with deep fast thrusts that make even more heat coil deep inside your belly.

He licks your bottom lip when you pull away from the kiss, grinning at you, green eyes heavy-lidded and full of lust.

"Just admit that my cock makes it all worth it."

"Hmm, nah, you have to earn the praise first. You didn't even make me cum yet, baby."

"Ok, your wish is my command, sweetheart."

You moan softly when Sampo's fingers find your puffy clit, rubbing it in slow circles, flicking his thumb over it, twirling it gently between two fingers, making you mewl and your hips buck uncontrollably. Even more heat is spreading through your body, starting in your toes and wandering up all the way to your cheeks.

You close your eyes and slump against Sampo, knowing he is strong enough to hold you. Your breath comes out in harsh, loud pants and needy, soft mewls as you let him pamper your pussy. Fucking you with his pretty cock, and rubbing your clit with his expert fingers.

"Sampo...ah fuck...!"

He makes you cum so hard on his cock, the heat almost unbearable, your orgasm crashing over you in such stormy waves that you can only tremble wildly in his arms, your cunt clenching hard on his long hard cock, not able to hide the intensity of your orgasm from him.

He fucks you through it, his long cock prodding your sweet spot over and over again, prolonging your orgasm until you are sobbing. And he doesn't stop after that.

Sampo keeps you on his cock, your twitching cunt stuffed with his hard length. The fingers of his left hand dig into your hip while the other hand continues to rub your clit furiously.

A feral-sounding cry escapes your lips, and you instinctively try to push his hand away. But it's a half-hearted attempt, and Sampo chuckles softly.

"Uh uh, princess, stay right here. You said I have to earn the praise. Sampo Koski takes those things seriously. What kind of business partner would I be if I didn't?"

"Fuckkk, Sampo..."

Your clit pulses hotly as his fingers flick over it unrelentingly. It's almost too much. But you let him continue. It feels so good. The pleasure is so intense, bordering on painful, but you can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. Only a little more, only one more orgasm...only...

In the end, he rubs two more out of you, overstimulating you so much that you sob his name. You're on your tiptoes, your pussy tensing up around his long cock as you can't hold back anymore and squirt all over him, bathing his pretty cock and taut balls in your juices before your creamy mess drips onto the dirty floor.

You are still trembling and mewling when Sampo's arms tighten around you, and he rams his long cock deep into you. He moans in your ear, a loud, needy sound that makes your spent cunt twitch around him again.

He cums so hard that you can feel his pretty cock throb inside you as he pumps your pussy full with several thick spurts, adding his hot cum to your already sticky wet mess.

He slowly pulls out afterward, both of you panting heavily. Your legs shake, and you steady yourself hastily on the counter, pulling a face as your mind clears again from the horny daze you have been in the last minutes.

And, of course, Sampo's annoying, teasing voice fills the room,

"I think I fulfilled your order. Never seen you squirt so much, darling. Maybe we should run more often from the authorities if it turns you on so much."

You huff and turn around to glare at him but can't stop an affectionate grin from tugging at the corners of your lips when you look at Sampo's pretty face,

"I hate you so much."

Glowing green eyes meet yours, glittering with amusement, and Sampo leans down, one hand cupping your cheek, his lips hovering over yours, voice dripping with that teasing tone again,

"Aww, no you don't. And I can always fuck you once more if you need more convincing. We probably have to stay here for a while longer anyways."

AHAHAHAH he drives me insane!! It was so much fun to write this!! I know he would annoy me and at the same time make me want to fuck him. Those are simple facts and I am not ashamed to admit it lmaooo.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed our little trip to the desert planet with this blue-haired idiot!! Please let me know what you think.

Comments and reblogs would be super sweet!!

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