#hey also FUCK drawing hair!!!! I hate it!!! I completely gave up and fully traced it lol
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POV she parachuted down and landed on you and now you have a concussion
an adaptation of Mushroom Umbrella
once again much cheating and tracing but I got it done! that's what's important to me and I am happy. look at my wonky girl!!
#love nikki#love nikki dress up queen#my bad art phase#<- feel free to block this tag!#I left out so many of this outfit's pieces but I've convinced myself I like it better this way.#I'm certain now that I'm faceblind. spent so much time fussing with the eyes and they still look odd and I genuinely cannot comprehend#what to do with them#anyway I'm not going as fast but I'm still dedicated to my horrible little anime ladies#dedicated enough that I look a pic of myself in my underwear to get this pose right... insanity!#previously I'd been using a poseable figurine but her hips and shoulders can't be anything but square... didn't work for what I wanted#hey also FUCK drawing hair!!!! I hate it!!! I completely gave up and fully traced it lol#but I am doing these drawings for self entertainment and not for Serious Arts so I'm fine with being a dirty dirty tracer#I'm learning things and having fun :)
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Shadows (m)
summary | he could love you … if only you’d let him in.
genre | venom au, venom!jk, smut, angst
warnings | tentacle porn, oral (female receiving), edging, guk has a fat cock ana oop, size kink, sexual tension, mating cycles, heat sex (yeah, you read that right)
length | 1.9k
notes | i crawl out of retirement for this one (1) halloween fic that i’ve been dyin to write since forever. and, as some already know, this also just an excuse for tentacle porn. :D happy halloween everyone! wish i could’ve written sth longer, but it’s still midterm season for me & i’m beyond buried in work rn :”( regardless, please enjoy!
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“Kook.”
Silence. The mass lying in the middle of the room remained motionless.
You sighed, forehead thumping against the one-way glass. Theoretically, you knew he wouldn’t be able to see you, but he could sense you. Feel your presence.
“Kookie. Please.” Your breath ghosted across the barrier.
The darkness shifted, a tendril reluctantly reaching to seek out your heat, pressed against where your palm was splayed on the other side.
“Miss ___.” You flinched, the monotone voice of your assistant startling you momentarily.
“The next trial begins in ten minutes. Should I bring the volunteer in?”
Her perfectly manicured nails tapped against the sleek black clipboard, sharp eyes unimpressed as they note your affection for the containment within.
Living organisms with compositions so extraordinary they were coveted as a chance to revolutionize humanity. A symbiotic relationship, they relied on molecular bonding with a host to survive. A symbiote. The term alien often whispered with every passing of fluttering white lab boats.
Simply put, they were experiments.
And you headed them all.
You glanced back briefly, only to find he’d already retreated, unmoving once more.
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The research facility was intimidating, stripped white walls bare and plain, the building expansive and equipped with the latest technology. Endless floors filled with glass walls lining different divisions.
Within these walls, there was transparency. Outside of it, no one knew much at all.
The guilt chipped away at you slowly.
They were real. They felt. They were very much capable of the same human emotions your species processed. They hurt. Felt pain. Each compatibility failure was destroying them.
There were many that did not survive the crash. All that was left, scavenged from the space outreach initiative, were seven uniquely distinct specimens. All the equivalent of a male.
They all had binary identifications, but you gave them something else. A name.
Namjoon. He was exceedingly intelligent. The first few months had been spent attempting to establish ground communications with them. Namjoon had picked up your language easily, and it no longer shocked you to see a massive dark blob flipping through encyclopedias. He liked to read, consuming pages like oxygen. With every routine checkup, you’d deliver a few novels you’d enjoyed in the past. His upper section of his blobbed body would incline, and you’d imagine he was thanking you.
Seokjin was the eldest of the bunch, as concluded by your preliminary findings of their biological structure. Oddly enough, though it had been discovered early on that their kind could sustain themselves on anything, they still preferred human flesh. It didn’t make them dangerous, necessarily—you could teach them human ethics. For the most part, Seokjin tried not to nip at your ankles when you visited. As a substitute, you taught him how to cook. There was a mini kitchen set up in his quarantine, and some nights were spent with him stretching his mass over your shoulder and watching you work.
Yoongi was, kindly put, lazy. He slept most of the day, scarcely reacted when you tried to interact with him. You did, however, discover he liked music. He got speakers. Headphones made his head hurt, he once signed to you. Noise sensitivity.
Hoseok was so human it hurt. He was energetic, restless. He bounced around his containment. His own version of dancing, almost.
Taehyung and Jimin refused to separate. When you first examined them, you’d nearly mistaken them for one entity. Soulmates, if the concept existed in their world. They shared one cell, liked to tussle and fight one another.
Then there was Jungkook. He was shy, barely moved when you first met. If not for the pulse beneath his silk, there was no sign of life at all. You were endeared as he slowly broke from his shell. He liked you. You knew because you were the only one that could get close, that could touch him without repercussions. He’d killed his hosts, regardless of compatibility, thrice before they paused trials. He hated it more than any of them.
But here, they were safe.
And yet here, they were also being harvested. Used. To become the steppingstone in humanity’s evolution. Time was running out, and the private company that spearheaded the research was demanding results.
Here, they are to become weapons.
And you were going to break them out.
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“Kook. Jungkook.”
Your voice was urgent, though steady.
Panic setting in heavy in your stomach when you saw him press himself closer to the wall.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I won’t let it touch you. But we need to get out of here, and fast. The building’s going to collapse,” you coaxed. The flames licked your back, warning you of the fire that blazed across the hall.
He quivered, drawing away from your extended hand.
Fire. Bad. Hurts.
You bit back your gasp. His voice was low, a quiet rumble in your head.
You steeled your nerve. “I know. Bond with me.”
He stilled.
And then—mine. You belong to me. We are one.
And you said, “always.”
He shot to you, sinking beneath your flesh and making a home in the beating of your heart.
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You disappeared.
As the building burned, so did all the data and files you’d accumulated over the years. The symbiote all dispersed, you having found a suitable host months prior. Some were friends, some were not. But they all cared, and you knew they would find sanctuary in a peaceful life with them.
So you let them go, and turned over a new page.
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You monitored your vitals for the first few hours, fearing the compatibility would elude you.
Will not. Belong together. Us.
His thoughts echoed, though always soft.
“Where do you want to go?” You wondered aloud as you fingered the plane ticket in your hands.
Hungry, he said instead. You could feel him gnawing at your liver. “Don’t do that. You might accidentally split it.”
If he had lips, you imagined he’d be pouting.
Where we going? You had the feeling he was trying to read the slip.
“Somewhere cold.”
You hate cold.
“You hate the heat.” The first calls for boarding had you wheeling your luggage to the gates.
Don’t care. As long as we are together. Can go anywhere.
You smiled down at your passport, cheeks warm. “Yeah.”
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It took time to adjust to a completely different lifestyle. Your previous line of work had compensated your risk generously, and you’d had enough foresight to invest and save wisely.
Here, you’d picked up a job as a pharmacist at one of the local drug stores. It was terribly mundane, but you found you liked this kind of routine. It was a welcomed change from the scars you’d collected. A sense of normality.
It was October when everything changed.
Jungkook had been restless lately. Distant. Withdrawn.
It’s like he’d curled up in the corner of your mind. Lethargic.
You knew the symptoms.
“Kook.” He stirred faintly at the sound of your voice.
Lover. He rumbles lowly, rousing slowly.
“Your heat. It’s coming soon.” You rolled over, the sheets pooling at your waist. A tendril wraps itself loosely around your calf.
Yes.
“What will you do?”
Another tendril creeps up your stomach, squeezing your breast firmly.
You.
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Their heats were intense. Nothing like you could’ve ever imagined. While they only occurred once a full cycle, the need overwhelmed them, made them ravenous and delirious. And a human host? They served as aphrodisiacs. Enhanced the craving until it all but consumed them.
You woke in a feverish haze, a thin sheen of sweat coating your skin, panties shoved aside and thighs smeared with wetness.
“J-Jungkook!” You gasped, back arching as he fucked you harder.
“Love. My love,” he rasped, fingers curling, watching you come undone with dark eyes.
It was also the only time they could fully materialize.
He was ethereal, pupils blown out, a thin ring of gold visible in the ebony that threatened to swallow it all. Completely naked, tanned complexion stretching over corded muscles, he hovered over you, arms braced next to your head. His hair was soft, luscious and long, falling in waves over his forehead. Darkness mirrored his every movement, his true form rippling beneath the surface.
“Want you. Need you,” Jungkook groaned, gaze smoldering as he fisted your sleep tee. “Please.”
“Since you asked so politely,” you managed breathlessly. You took his hand and slipped it underneath, guiding it until he traced the underside of your breast.
He ripped the fabric apart, buttons flying as he shoved the offending material off your shoulders. “Need. Can’t control. Please.”
In spite of the inferno brewing within, he remained your ever sweet Jungkook. The shadows drew closer, the touch soft though frantic, mapping your body in long strokes. He buried his face in your cunt, abnormally long tongue driving you crazy with every lick.
“K-Kook, I c-can’t,” you sobbed, fingers gripping his locks as he coaxed another orgasm from you easily.
His palms, warm and large, spread your legs apart. His cock was intimidating, tip angry and throbbing, a tantalising vein running along the side. He was dripping with something akin to precum, the substance slightly lighter and thicker than the human equivalent.
The dark tendrils snaked around you just as he slammed into you.
Your moan was lost to his lips, kiss messy and wild, your mind blanking with every thrust and the stroke of his tongue. His tentacles tweaked and pulled at your nipples, twisting and teasing, others suckling at your clit while some were wrapped around his length, providing ridges that edged your sensitive core.
“Mine. Mine. Ours. Breed,” Jungkook chanted, the grip of his shadows tightening as if to brand their shape to your skin. It was too much.
“Y-yes, Koo, need you, need you just like this,” you cried out, walls spasming around him as you reached your high once more.
The bedframe rattled loudly, Jungkook’s pace increasing inhumanly as he pounded into you. “N-ngh—ah! L-love, so perfect, made for me. Thank you, thank you,” he moaned, hips stuttering as he came, filling you up hotly. So much it spilled from where he remained inside of you, dripping down your thighs.
His forehead rested against yours as he fought to quell his hunger for just a moment longer. Though his release brought brief clarity, the lust was already beginning to trickle back in. His cock twitched, the ache so profound his shadows latched onto you harder.
Your legs wrapped around his back, eyes soft as you said, “I’m all yours. Don’t hold back.”
Jungkook exhaled shakily. “Make me crazy.”
He nuzzled your neck, even as his dick pulsed, he pushed his nose into your jawline and whispered, “Lover. You and me. Until the end.”
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Soft Core (Stony)
THERE’S MORE STONY ON MY MASTERLIST
(Also, this is fully inspired by those softcore porny pictures of C.Evans, I can’t find a proper link to them BUT YOU KNOW THE ONES!)
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It happened by accident, it really truly did, and despite the way most people say these things happen by accident when in fact they were searching whole heartedly for the exact thing they are "appalled" to find--
--This time, it really happened by accident.
And it wasn’t Tony’s fault.
It really, really wasn’t.
It was almost Steve's birthday-- or at least it was almost Captain America's birthday. The All American hero had to have an All American birthday and nothing was more All American than the fourth of July, right?-- and Tony had been looking forever for a half decent present for his teammate/friend/horribly unrequited and fairly embarrassing crush.
It was harder than he'd thought to find Steve a present.
A car seemed too outrageous and Steve was a literal hazard anytime he was behind the wheel of anything, and Tony didn't relish shelling out money for a car only to have it flung at some asshole on the street because Steve didn't have his shield and wanted to shut the guy up.
Sound ridiculous? Well that's what had happened to Sam's motorcycle two months previous and Sam was STILL bitching about it, as was the shop owner whose display was obliterated by an anti-hate-speech motorcycle shaped projectile.
Steve loudly and proudly maintained his position of "Talk Shit, Get Hit" and you know, no one was actually mad a Nazi got a motorcycle thrown at them, but Tony really didn’t want a beautifully classic car being chucked through the window of a high rise because Steve saw someone disrespecting their partner or-- God forbid-- yelling at a dog.
No. A car was a terrible idea.
A card was too impersonal, even though Tony knew Steve kept each and every card and bit of fan mail from everyone ever stuffed in a box beneath his bed. Cap was ridiculously sentimental and Tony loved him desperately for it, but he didn't want to be just another card in a box full of mementos.
Money was a complete no. Steve had been utterly scandalized the first time Tony had flicked money at him and told him to go buy something pretty, so Tony couldn’t just wad up some cash and shove it down the back pocket of those ridiculously well cut jeans.
So after much deliberation and quite a few discarded ideas, Tony decided to go the cheesy route. Get Steve some ridiculous Captain America paraphernalia. Star spangled pajama pants. A build a bear with a shield. A t-shirt. Something.
And that was how Tony had ended up stumbling upon-- and it was a completely accidental stumble, mind you, he couldn't stress that enough-- what amounted to soft core porn starring one very nearly nude Captain America.
Tony had been staring at the almost porn for at least three hundred years now, and he wasn't inclined to stop anytime soon.
It was... it was ridiculous. It was fantastic. It would be burned into Tony’s retinas from now until the end of time.
Steve wearing skinny jeans that hung way too far off his hips and had no business being unzipped to there.
A T shirt pulled half way up revealing beautifully cut abs and the hint of a nipple that was so sexy Tony actually had to wipe drool up from his keyboard.
Captain-Better-Endowed-Than-Tony-Had-Thought wearing nothing more than red silk brief stretched tight across America's ass as low lit blue lamps cast shadows over his skin.
Looking half asleep, hair rumpled and lips parted like he was gasping, eyes half lidded and sultry as hell and Tony whistled, "Fuckin’ Pillow Princess." before he caught himself and managed to feel at least a tiny bit ashamed.
Up on his knees with his head cocked up and hands buried in his hair, a pose right off the cover of about a thousand nudie mags Tony may or not have purchased as a teenager.
"Look at you and your soft core porn stage." Tony ran his fingers over the computer screen and only barely resisted the impulse to touch That Package that he’d never imagined could look so good framed in denim. "My god Cap, when were you so hard up for money you had to flash some nip-nops to pay for--"
Tony cocked his head and thought back for a minute. When Steve had first woken up, SHIELD took care of his room and board, and even after he moved off campus to an apartment, they had paid for that as well, so it wasn’t like he’d done The Thing they had all considered doing in college and flashed some skin to pay the electric bill.
And after New York, the entire team had moved into the Tower and now Tony paid the bills, so it wasn't as if Cap had any outstanding debt these days that would require him posing with his-- gulp-- hand down the back of his pants for some reason.
Which meant that Steve had had these pictures taken for a specific reason and most likely a private reason. Boudoir style photos for a girlfriend--boyfriend? Oh could Tony only hope his favorite Red White and Stupidly Hot swung his way-- or even perhaps for a private collector, a more than enthusiastic fan?
Either way, these pictures shouldn't have come up in a search for cheesy Captain America merchandise, that was for damn sure.
"Jarvis." Tony took one last, lingering look at a shot of Steve braced against the door and looking over his shoulder at the worlds luckiest camera. "Jarvis, trace the original uploader of these photos and tell me if its someone legit. A photography studio, anything like that."
"Sir?"
"These sort of photos aren't meant to be online for anybody to stare at, which means someone did it without Steve knowing, and Cap will be about fifty shades of embarrassed as hell if it gets out. Figure out who put them online and ruin their life. No one is going to distribute soft core porn of Steve without facing the consequences and I won't stand for--”
"The computer that uploaded the photos is registered inside the Tower, sir. Specifically in Captain Rogers apartment, specifically the computer you purchased for him last week."
"...uh...what?"
"Time stamp of the file shows it to have been uploaded fifty seven minutes ago from Captain Rogers room."
"I--I--" Tony blinked at the pictures a few more times. "Steve uploaded these?"
"Yes sir."
"Oh my god, I think I need to lie down for a minute."
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Tony hated himself for getting back online after his....nap... and trying to pull up the pictures again, but he hated it even more when he realized the pictures were gone.
"Jarvis?"
"Captain Rogers removed the photos a few moment ago, sir."
"...damn it."
It was literal torture to get through the rest of day as normal as possible. Steve was as easy going as ever, joking around with Clint and hauling Natasha back onto his lap when she fussed about having to sit on the floor when Sam sprawled over the couch. Pepper swooped in with dinner and a hug for everyone, and Steve gave her a perfectly innocent kiss on the cheek just like he always did.
Perfectly innocent as if Tony hadn't just seen those same lips wrapped rather provocatively around a Popsicle in a photo a few hours earlier.
Steve wore his khakis up around his waist where they belonged but Tony cocked his head and stared because once he'd seen Steve in those slutty skinny jeans with the button undone and zipper yanked down, he'd never be able to see him in anything else.
A blue t shirt that wasn't sexy in the least and Tony about drilled holes through it with his gaze trying to find a hint of All American Nipple underneath.
Maybe he'd throw out everything of Steve's that fit even remotely well and then fill his closet with crop tops and low rise jeans as a birthday present. That was a valid birthday present right? Maybe some cherry lip balm? Because Steve had to have been wearing lip balm in that one photo with his fingers and the--
"Hey, you've been quiet all evening." Steve dropped onto the couch next to Tony and put a friendly hand at his knee. "Everything okay?"
"Everything's--everything's fine." Good god, had Steve's thighs always been that big or was Tony just now noticing since he'd seen them with a hint of lace? "How are things on your end?"
"Well, I was thinking about my birthday--" Steve was drawing idle circles on Tony's leg with his thumb and Tony couldn't have put a sentence together if he'd wanted to. "--and you always ask me what I want and I never have any ideas?"
"Birthday." Tony didn't look away from Steve's fingers. "Want. Yep?"
"And I've been getting into some modeling lately--"
"Uh huh, modeling--" Wait what? "Uh sorry, did you say modeling?"
"And for the type of pictures I wanted, I'd be more comfortable if you were taking them." Steve finished casually, his hand somehow clear up Tony's thigh now. "Sam did a good job with the first ones, but you know. Seems a little odd for Sam to take those pictures when they aren't for him."
"Pictures." Tony's eyes went very wide. "You took-- Sam-- the ones online? You want me to-- but are they for--oh."
"Take a hint, Tony."
“But the--uploaded-- then gone-- I stared for like an hour-- I mean, not-- nope.” Tony shook his head and tried to reboot his thought process. “I was shopping for cheesy Captain America merchandise and stumbled on those. How--?”
“I had Jarvis drop them on your computer the moment you logged in and take them down when you went to take a--” Steve raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “Nap.”
“Fuck my life.” Tony muttered, scarlet to the roots of his hair at the thought of Steve knowing what he’d done. “So they weren’t actually on the internet? Just for me?”
“I’d throw myself back in the ocean if anyone else ever saw them.” Steve admitted with just enough shyness to make Tony about melt right through the floor. “Sam was weirdly cool about taking them for me but uh-- yeah those were just for you.”
“Wow.” Tony whistled, and then whistled again, eyes widening and a grin just past ecstatic splitting his face."Oh god, I'm going to enjoy this, aren't I?"
"Only if you're half as crazy about me as I am about you."
"Oh my god." Tony was nearly vibrating on his seat in excitement. "I get to do soft core porn with Captain America. This is the best day of my life. I mean also yay that you like me, because I'm about head over heels for you, babe. But seriously? Soft core porn? Its fucking wonderful."
"It’s supposed to be boudoir photography.” It was Steve’s turn to blush. “Please stop calling it soft core porn ”
"I absolutely will not."
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Jetlag
A/N: Was this planned? No. Did it happen anyway? Apparently. Big shoutout to @crabbyabby83 I’d still be stuck with this if it wasn’t for you!
Words: 2153
Pairing: Shawn/reader
Warning: smut (cockwarming if you’re into that)
If there was one 'version' of Shawn you hated the most it was definitely jetlagged Shawn. Moody Shawn? You could deal with that. The displeased little frown on his forehead was actually adorable. Angry Shawn? Also alright. He could never stay angry for too long, especially if it was directed towards you, and sometimes it turned you on a bit. Sad Shawn? Broke your heart, but you loved to be there for him, just like he always was for you. Drunk Shawn? The cutest thing ever. But when you finally had him home again after he had been gone too long and all plans you might have made got crushed because he was so exhausted was something that irritated you a bit, even though you knew that it wasn’t his fault at all. You had known what you had gotten yourself into all this time ago when he had first asked you out. You were just selfish and wanted him all to yourself when he was finally home again and not have him spending most of the day in bed, still used to a completely different time zone and knowing that it was useless to adjust to the current one seeing as he would be halfway across the world again in just a few days.
His eyes opened when you slowly pushed the slightly ajar bedroom door open, giving you a sleepy smile and fighting a hand free to reach it out to you. He made a grabby motion that had you grinning while you approached the bed, slipping out of your leggings while he held the covers up for you to join him. He hummed in content when you finally crawled into bed, immediately pushing his face into your chest and wrapping his arms and legs around you. You laughed softly and weaved a hand into his soft hair, a complete mess from when he had simply let it air dry after his shower and hadn't put any products in it. "Mmmhh, I missed you," he mumbled into your hoodie, his hands pushing under the piece of clothing and broad palms smoothing over your back.
You placed a kiss on his unruly hair and rubbed your free hand over his back in slow circles. "'missed you so much," you responded, your voice muffled against his hair. Keeping a hand on your back, he let the other trail down, over your butt that he squeezed briefly before he explored the bare skin of your thighs like he tried to find something that had changed while he had been gone.
You were aware of his semi pressing against your thigh but didn't say anything. It was often like this- the smallest touches turned him on when he hadn't gotten to feel you for a while, but he was usually too tired to do anything about it. "Hey, honey?" he mumbled, his hand pushing beneath the edge of your panties to cup your bare ass. You simply hummed in response and petted his hair while you waited for him to continue. "Can we try something?"
"Sure," you grinned, though you had no idea what he had in mind. You wordlessly followed his guiding hands as he pushed your underwear off and you kicked it off completely while he got out of his boxers before he pulled you close again. "Want me to take my hoodie off, too?" you asked while he placed soft kisses along your jaw. He stilled for a moment before he nodded. Sitting up, you felt a hand caress your back as you pulled your hoodie off and threw it aside, smiling when his fingertips traced up your spine before you turned back to him.
"Just tell me if you don't like any of this, okay?" he mumbled and guided your leg over his hip while tugging you as close as possible. You bit your lip as his length pushed against your clit, subconsciously bucking your hips to create a bit of friction that had both of you moaning softly. "C'mere, hon," he murmured and grasped your chin in his hand before he kissed you. It was slow and unhurried, lips moving perfectly together while he lazily shifted his hips back and forth so his tip rubbed over your clit on every move backwards.
Hands grasping at every inch of his body you could reach, you were desperate for him. It had been so long since you had last had him inside of you and you were impatient, but you also knew that he probably didn't have enough energy to give you the pleasure you were craving for. "Shawn," you mumbled against his lips. He reached for your thigh and hitched it up higher on his waist while he shifted, his head dipping to place tender kisses over your neck and shoulder. "Where are you going with this?"
"Shhh, just trust me," he whispered, your eyes falling closed with a gasp when his tip slowly pushed into you. You squirmed and moved so he could push in deeper, your toes curling against the back of his thigh as he let you feel every inch of him. He stopped when he was as deep as he could possibly go in this position, his body completely relaxing against yours while he tilted his head up to kiss you again.
You were confused when he didn't start moving and also kept you in place with a firm hand on your hip so you couldn't move either. It probably took you a minute too long to catch on, but when you did you couldn't help but grin. "Oh," you giggled as he rested his forehead against yours, simply enjoying the feeling of your warm and snug walls engulfing him while he got fully hard inside of you, "have you been watching porn while you were gone?"
He playfully rolled his eyes and let his hand caress every inch of your skin he could reach, his length filling you out perfectly. "How boring would cockwarming porn be?" he chuckled, the tip of his nose playfully rubbing against yours and drawing a soft grin from you. "I found this article about 'Intimate things you and your partner probably haven't done' or something like that," he explained and shrugged a little. His hand traced up your side, fingers caressing the side of your boob for a moment before he moved his flat palm to your back.
You silently looked at him for a moment before a smirk spread over your lips that already let him know that you were about to tease him for something. "Did you read Cosmopolitan?"
He blushed, which made you laugh loudly before it turned into a shriek of protest when he tried to bite your nose. Your body wriggled in his arms as you tried to move away but he kept you right where you were. "Fuck, you're so beautiful when you're laughing," he murmured, his fingertips lightly trailing along your spine while a smile spread over your lips.
Reaching up, you placed a hand on the side of his face and captured his lips in another tender kiss, his tongue licking over your bottom lip and a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips when you immediately parted your lips and granted him access. Arms tightening around you, he kept you as close as possible against him and released a really quiet sound into your mouth when your walls briefly clenched around him. His hands roamed your body, goosebumps breaking out all over your skin from the simple touch. You had missed him so much.
He pulled back with a deep inhale, his eyes surprisingly satisfied already while he gave you a warm smile before he placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Don't think we're through with this Cosmopolitan thing already," you warned, your voice nothing more but a mumble. He didn't respond, his lips peppering affectionate kisses down to your temple and all over your cheek while one of his hands trailed down to your butt. Unlike all the other times he didn't grab the cheeks and squeeze them, instead let his palm caress your soft curves.
He released a protesting sound when you lightly rocked your hips, immediately pulling you flush against him again and keeping you in place. "'jus' wanna feel you," he murmured and rested his head on the pillow again, his nose lightly touching yours while his hand snuck to your front. "'wanna feel you comin' around me," he added in a mumble when his fingers found your clit, drawing lazy circles over it. Moaning softly, you arched your back and pushed your chest against his, your eyes fluttering but you forced them to stay open. The smile he gave you was so full of love that your heart skipped a beat. "You okay?" he whispered, though you knew that he was more asking if you were okay with this. He always did that whenever you tried new things, kept checking if you were fine and while it might be a bit of a turn off for other people, it made you feel so loved and cared for that you wondered if it was possible to fall even more in love with him.
You nodded and bit your bottom lip, a hand grasping at his biceps. "Yeah," you breathed, "this is amazing." Your head moved to his neck, nibbling and lightly sucking on his skin while his fingers effortlessly traced over your clit in all the right ways.
He had always been proud of the fact that he knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew all the places to touch to get certain sounds out of you, knew all the ways to tease your clit to have you trembling against him quicker than you liked, small sounds leaving your lips. He often liked to think about all the times he had studied your body during lust-filled moments and had memorized all the reactions he got out of you and even now, when he was sure that he knew your body quite well, he often found new places that he hadn't discovered before.
But especially now, when you hadn't had him this close in months, it didn't take much to have you dripping wet for him. The simple feeling of his hands on you was enough to have your skin tingling in need for more. "C'mon, beautiful," he murmured when you were gasping and squirming in his arms, trying to get more friction as you were so close. His teeth gently nibbled on your earlobe while his fingers didn't stop their motions on your clit. "Let go for me."
It took a couple of more seconds before you came with a quiet cry of his name, your walls wildly fluttering and clenching around him while your thigh trembled on his hip. You clung to him while he worked you through it by tracing gentle patterns over your sensitive clit. Coming down from your high, you became aware of his heavy breathing next to your ear and the small movements of his hips, unable to hold back the moan yourself as he came moments later. He groaned your name, a low sound right beside your ear while he dug his blunt nails into your thigh as he twitched inside of you, his hips jerking a few times before he relaxed with a deep sigh. "Holy shit," you mumbled followed by a giggle, his chuckle joining just a second later.
He pulled back to look at you and gave you a dopey grin. "Holy shit indeed," he laughed softly and placed a kiss on your lips. "That definitely goes on the list of things to do when we're too lazy for actual sex." His hand caressed your thigh as you leaned in for a tender kiss, letting you take the lead while he felt completely relaxed, your fingers that were tracing over his chest calming his racing heart. His hips slowly moved back, your leg over his hip immediately tightening to keep him in place. The grin that spread over his lips broke the kiss, his nose playfully nudging yours while he pulled out of you. "No, don't go," he whined and tightened his arms around you as you tried to free yourself of his grip.
"I want to get cleaned up, Shawn," you laughed, sighing softly when he reached over you to the bedside table to hand you a tissue. "Are you serious right now?"
"Please?" he begged quietly, a bit of sadness washing over his satisfied features, "just give me ten more minutes of cuddles. I really missed you."
The last sentence broke your heart, taking the tissue and cleaning yourself up as much as possible and barely having placed it aside before he was pressed against you, limbs tangled with yours and head tucked into the crook of your neck.
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