How does it feel to be abandoned by the future?

CABLE in X-MEN '97, 1.07, BRIGHT EYES.

Bi-Han inspired in Vagabond style! 💙

alright @ravenmccookies,

this ones for you.

In the name of the father the son and the holy dong

✨👑 Long live the Overlord 👑✨

Octavio, younger. just sketches

Senpai

Jammies

{Author Commentary: So... I was unable to stop thinking about this & this... and I was  enabled  encouraged by the lovelies @daisyful-gvf @shutupdevvie @allieisacrybaby @earthlysorrows @jake-kiszkas-smirk and as always beta read by my dear @sing-against-the-sky }

Pairing: Josh x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: 18+, minors DNI. (spoilers) subby/sleepy Josh, hand job/blowjob, cum tasting. spit sharing, biting m-recieving, nipple play m-receiving, slight edging, slight overstimulation

When you got home from work you’d immediately pried your shoes off at the door, not wanting to make any extra noise. A head of fluffy curls visibly peeking over the armrest from the couch told you Josh was snoozing there. You hung up your bag and coat, before padding over to the living room area, peering over the back of the couch. You had to hold a hand to your mouth to muffle a giggle. He was so sweet, his features were soft, and the tan, waffle knit one-piece long johns you’d gotten him for Christmas hugged every gentle curve perfectly. The top half was mostly unbuttoned, his hand resting on his chest obscured the exposed strip of skin. Your eyes followed the line of cream-colored buttons down his front to a noticeable protrusion between his legs. You smirked to yourself, stepping around the couch.

You sat on the very edge, halfway down the couch, looking at his soft expression. You placed your hand over his on his chest, running your thumb across it. His eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile forming on his face as he registered your face smiling down at him. “You're home… ” his voice was pleased, still faint and sleepy, his eyes fluttering closed again. “I am, baby…” you leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek. He hummed, turning his head slightly, asking for your lips. Your hand that wasn’t holding his hand raised to cup his jaw, as you met his lips. His head lifted slightly to chase your lips as you pulled away. His brows tented as a soft whine sounded in his throat. You smirked, running your thumb along his lower lip before trailing your hand down his neck to play with his open collar. “You need something?” “hmmh… I always need you” a sleepy smirk curled on his lips as he looked up at you properly.

You pulled his collar open a bit more so you could lean in and close your lips over the fluttering vein in his neck. “-uhuhh!” he let out a short sigh that turned into a gasp, extending his neck as he impulsively arched into you. You sucked a pink mark into his sweet skin, licking over it appreciatively. Another sweet whine told you he was fully at your will. You moved his hand off his chest so you could slip yours under the parted fabric. Your fingers fanned out, each fingertip flitting across his nipples, over the curves of his pecs. You withdrew your hands to begin working at the still-closed buttons as your kisses trailed down his chest. You kept them soft, teasing, only occasionally broken by the edge of your teeth when you couldn’t resist what was being offered up to you. You stopped with the buttons parting just below his happy trail, where the hair grew thicker. You kissed down his stomach, the muscles flickering slightly as you did.

Then you were sitting up again, your hand slipping under the soft fabric to wrap around his now fully hard cock. His lips pursed before opening as his jaw dropped in a soft moan. Your thumb trailed the leaking precum from his head down the thick vein along the underside of his shaft. You brought your thumb up to your mouth, his eyes locking with yours after they followed your retreating hand with rapt attention. As you placed the pad of your thumb on your tongue and wrapped your lips around it his tongue poked out, wetting his bottom lip. “Oh, did you want some too?” you leaned over him, tugging his bottom lip with your still-damp finger. His tongue extended to meet it as you opened your own mouth. You strategically allowed a single drop of saliva to trail down your tongue. It hung suspended at the very tip before falling to land perfectly on his. He tucked his tongue back in his mouth, biting his bottom lip before exhaling a breathy “fuhhk…”. His eyes were wide, fixed on yours like he was seeing the moon for the first time.

You licked over your palm before wrapping around his length again, giving him a few reliving strokes that had his eyes rolling back. He reached for you, his arm pulling the fabric with it, slowing your motion. He paused to hurriedly shuck the sleeve off that arm. The fabric hung open, draped against the couch, revealing more of his side, and the curve of his hips. So sweet and cozy, yet so lewd. His hand settled on your thigh, gripping it earnestly as your strokes continued. After a faster interval, you formed a tighter ring with your thumb and pointer finger at the base, pulling a pointedly slow stroke all the way up under the tip. "Ohg- oh god-" his hand spasmed, gripping and ungripping your leg as he arched again, unwittingly.

"Please- pleasepleaseplease-" he didn't voice what he was begging for, he probably didn't even know himself. You stroked back down, leaving his leaking head neglected. You got up, parting his legs so one of them bent at the knee, his calf swinging off the couch. You settled in the new space between his legs, running your hands over his cotton-clad thighs. You couldn't resist squeezing them, sinking your nails in, which he felt through the thin barrier. You finally hooked two fingers in the crotch of the jumpsuit, tugging it down to properly unveil his leaking cock and his balls. His hand brushed the sweaty curls from his forehead, running through his hair as his freed arm curled behind his head, propping him up a bit more to watch.

You held him steady, trailing your tongue up the sensitive seam of his head, gathering the effluence again. You closed your lips around him, swirling your tongue around him. He hummed then keened as you pulled off. Your palm cupped over his head, using the sufficient slick of your saliva to resume stroking. You kissed along his happy trail before veering off to appreciate the newly exposed skin of his side. You took your time exploring each dip and swell, every inch warm familiarly musky skin painted by your tongue. Your tongue traced the outer curve of his pec before you raked your teeth across it, catching the supple flesh in a loving bite. His inhale hissed through his teeth, expanding his chest. You moved on, exhaling a warm breath over his already perked nipple. You watched the surrounding skin prickle to attention, your eyes flicking to his, to make sure he was watching as you dragged your tongue across it.

His bottom lip was keeping him placated, sucked between his teeth as he watched from over the flushed peeks of his cheeks. Your tongue flicked over it repeatedly then lathed over it once again when he squirmed and closed his eyes. You left it with a quick nip before moving to his other nipple. While you were flicking your tongue over him, your hand that was still stroking languidly began speeding up. You felt him throbbing and he began shaking his head fervently from side to side. You slowed again, pulling away, leaving his nipple exposed to the cool air. “D’you need me to stop, baby?” he hadn’t said anything, but he seemed to be nearing overstimulation. The red in his cheeks had crept down his neck and his rising and falling chest was beginning to shine in the dim light. “Nono- don’t stop, whatever you do- I’m so- ‘m gonna-” his stuttered stream of phrases was loud and clear to you. You leaned your head by his, kissing his cheek as you continued to work over him. He practically mewled. “That’s what I like to hear baby, come for me, make it messy, paint your stomach all pretty for me” you breathed the filthy praise against his ear and felt his whole body tensing. His cock pulsed in your hand as he shot across his stomach, letting out a choked moan. As your strokes slowed to a stop you couldn’t resist licking along the shell of his ear, sucking the small hoop in his lobe between your lips to deliver a last light nip. He shuddered before going limp with a final soft exhale. You kissed the side of his face, making your way to his lips as you cupped his jaw with your clean hand. “Stay here, I’ll be back with a towel for you.” He nodded as you sat up. He caught your wrist, holding you for a second as he opened his eyes, looking up at you through his haze “...fuck, I love you.”

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