#don't flop

"Steve," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath, hand sliding up his arm to grip his bicep. "I... I want you to be rough with me tonight. Like, really rough. I've been thinking about it a lot."

His brow furrows, a flicker of surprise crossing his handsome face. Steve's always been gentle, treating you like something precious—kisses soft, thrusts measured, always checking in. He shifts closer, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Rough? Baby, you sure? I don't wanna hurt you. You're... you're everything to me."

You nod, biting your lip, heat pooling low in your belly at the thought. "I'm sure. I trust you. I want to feel you lose control, pin me down, fuck me hard. Please? Just this once—show me how it feels when you let go."

Steve's breath hitches, his eyes darkening as he searches your face. A slow, hungry smile tugs at his lips, and he leans in, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss that starts tender but quickly turns possessive, his tongue sweeping against yours. "Fuck, okay," he murmurs against your lips, voice roughening. "If that's what you want. But you tell me if it's too much, alright? Say the word, and I stop."

"I will," you promise, your hands roaming his back, nails digging in just enough to urge him on. He growls low in his throat, flipping you onto your back in one swift move, his body covering yours. His weight pins you to the mattress, solid and unyielding, and you gasp at the sudden dominance, thighs parting instinctively to cradle his hips.

Steve's hands are everywhere—gripping your wrists and stretching them above your head, holding them in one large palm while his free hand trails down your side, squeezing your breast roughly. He pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers until you arch beneath him with a whimper. "Like this?" he asks, voice husky, eyes locked on yours. "Want me to make you beg for it?"

"Yes," you moan, squirming under his hold. "God, Steve, more. Hurt me a little—I can take it."

He hesitates for a split second, then his grip tightens on your wrists, the slight sting sending sparks through you. His mouth descends on your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he bites down—not hard enough to bruise badly, but enough to make you cry out, the pain blooming into sharp pleasure. "You're so fucking hot like this," he breathes, sucking a mark into your pulse point. "All needy for me to wreck you."

You buck your hips up, feeling his hard cock press against your thigh through his boxers, thick and insistent. "Please, Steve—fuck me. I need your cock inside me, rough and deep."

With a ragged groan, he releases your wrists to shove his boxers down, his length springing free, flushed and leaking pre-cum. He yanks your panties aside, fingers delving between your folds to find you soaked. "Shit, you're dripping," he says, circling your clit with his thumb before plunging two fingers inside, curling them hard against your walls. You clench around him, keening as he pumps roughly, his palm slapping against your mound with each thrust.

"That's it, take it," he urges, his free hand wrapping around your throat—not squeezing yet, just holding, the threat of it making your pulse race. "Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you can't walk straight. You want that, don't you? My sweet girl begging for my cock to ruin her."

"Yes, yes—do it," you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets as his fingers twist inside you, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. He withdraws them abruptly, leaving you empty and whining, and notches his cock at your entrance, the broad head teasing your clit.

Steve thrusts in without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal snap of his hips. You cry out, the stretch burning deliciously as he fills you completely, no slow build-up this time. He doesn't give you a moment to adjust, pulling back only to slam forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that has the headboard thumping against the wall.

"Fuck, so tight," he grunts, his hand tightening on your throat now, applying just enough pressure to make your head swim. "Taking me so well, baby. Look at you—spread out for me, letting me pound this cunt."

You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Each thrust jolts through you, his cock dragging against your inner walls, hitting deep and relentless. "Harder," you plead, voice breaking. "Spank me, Steve—make it hurt."

His eyes flash with raw desire, and he shifts, one hand coming down on your thigh with a sharp smack that stings, leaving a imprint. You yelp, the pain igniting fresh heat between your legs, and he does it again, harder, as he drives into you. "Like that?" he pants, sweat beading on his forehead, hair falling into his eyes. "My dirty girl, getting off on the pain. Gonna mark you up everywhere."

"Oh god, yes—don't stop," you sob, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming intensity. His pace quickens, hips snapping with bruising force, the hand on your throat squeezing in time with his thrusts. You feel yourself tightening, the coil in your belly winding impossibly tight.

Steve leans down, capturing your lips in a messy, biting kiss, teeth clashing as he growls into your mouth. "Cum for me, baby. Squeeze my cock—milk me dry." His other hand slips between you, fingers rubbing your clit in rough circles, and it's too much—the roughness, the dominance from your usually sweet boyfriend.

You shatter with a scream, walls fluttering around him as orgasm rips through you, waves of pleasure crashing hard. Steve follows seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural moan, hot cum flooding you in thick spurts. He collapses over you, still thrusting shallowly through the aftershocks, his hand loosening on your throat to stroke your hair instead.

"Holy shit," he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your skin, the tenderness returning as you both catch your breath. "You okay? Was that... what you wanted?"

You smile weakly, limbs heavy and sated, pulling him closer. "Perfect. So perfect, Steve. Thank you."

SYNOPSiS — you make him feel welcomed when he doesn’t. he thinks he doesn’t belong anywhere, but you prove him wrong. you’ll show him that he belongs somewhere, and at least, someone accepts him as he is. you.

FU OROSTOR, formerly a raider before he had joined the cleaners — yet at the same time, he wasn’t necessarily considered a part of the cleaners.

he was just… there. 

no matter where he was or joined, he felt like he just didn’t belong. 

not that he ever had a place, anyway.

so naturally, the others had the right to suspect him to be suspicious. 

but really, in reality, he’s only a wimp. 

he only acts based on orders — because he doesn’t want to repeat mistakes he had done previously in his life. 

it’s simple. if nobody gives him something to do, he just lingers until a command is given.

he didn’t belong anywhere else and he’ll act like an unimportant person, like a puppet to control. that’s just how fu lives his life to avoid taking responsibility for his actions.

Cw- gun play, degradation, short drabble, rough sex

"Look at you, all squirmy and wet for my baby," she purrs, her voice a raspy growl laced with laughter. She's got Pow-Pow in hand—not loaded, thank fuck—but the cold metal barrel presses teasingly against your inner thigh, sliding up under your skirt.

You gasp, thighs parting on instinct as she shoves your panties aside, the gun's tip nudging your slick entrance. "Jinx, please," you whimper, heat flooding your core at the danger of it, your pussy clenching in anticipation.

She grins, teeth flashing like a feral cat. "Beggin' already? Pathetic. But I like it." With a twist of her wrist, she pushes the barrel inside you, slow at first, the unyielding steel stretching your walls with a chill that makes you arch. It's thick, ridged from wear, scraping just right against your sensitive spots as she thrusts it deeper, her free hand gripping your hip to hold you steady.

"Fuck, you're so tight around it," Jinx breathes, her breath hot against your neck as she pumps the gun in and out, the motion slick with your arousal. Wet sounds echo in the dim space, obscene and thrilling, your juices coating the metal. You moan, loud and desperate, fingers digging into her leather jacket as pleasure sparks from the friction.

"Shh, don't wanna alert the Enforcers, do ya?" she teases, but her pace quickens, slamming the barrel harder, twisting it to grind against your g-spot. Your legs shake, clit throbbing untouched, every nerve alight from the forbidden intrusion. "Gonna make you cum on my gun, doll. Show me how much you love bein' my little toy."

Tears prick your eyes from the intensity, hips bucking to meet each thrust, the cool metal warming from your heat. "Jinx—oh god, it's too much," you cry out, voice breaking as the pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly.

She laughs, low and wicked, leaning in to bite your earlobe. "Too much? Nah, you're takin' it like a champ. Cum for me, now." One final, brutal shove of the gun's barrel sends you over, your pussy spasming around it, waves of ecstasy crashing through you. You scream her name, body shuddering as she works you through it, unrelenting until you're a trembling mess.

Jinx pulls the gun free with a wet pop, admiring the glistening barrel before licking it clean, eyes locked on yours. "Good girl. My turn next?"

mdni! (lowercase intended)

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nerd!jo who gets all flustered the second he's down on his knees removing your soaked panties. his breath hitches slightly, he couldn't believe it was actually happening. on his knees in front of you, feeling your gaze on him, about to eat you out for the first time.

nerd!jo who swears he was about to cum right then and there when he sees your bare pussy, seeing how wet you are. practically dripping all over the sheets, as he inches closer, breath ghosting over your glistening folds. before lapping his tongue around your wet entrance. taking a moment to savor your taste on his tongue.

nerd!jo who gets addicted to your taste on his tongue after a few minutes. tongue diving deep into your cunt, pumping in and out, hitting your sweet spot. gaining more confidence with each lick.

each orgasm.

nerd!jo who continues eating you out even after your second orgasm, completely obsessed with eating you out at this point. enjoying each whine, whimper, moan, and plea you let out. that nervous nerd at the start who was practically close to cumming by the sight of your bare pussy alone. was now between your legs making you cry out in pleasure. making your legs shake and quiver around his head, with his tongue alone.

nerd!jo who practically had to be pulled away from your pussy. your slick and juices all over his face from multiple orgasms. as he looks up at you. his eyes glossed over, hair a mess, breathing heavily, looking all disheveled and starved.

nerd!jo who, after that day, ate you out like it was part of his routine. who could never be the same person he once was before eating you out.

before tasting you.

before getting addicted to the feel of your pussy around his tongue.

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fanarts of tobecky while i was on artblock, just take it atp even if its ass lmfao

Im in like a really good mood rn bc I got to help a friend calm down lol. hopefully I sleep well tonight!!