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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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the baby trapper | armin artlert

armin wants to make sure you don’t ever leave him. Even if he has to resort to desperate measures

content + themes: porn w/ a little plot, toxic armin making his triumphant return, baby trapping (new to writing this so forgive me if it doesn’t sound right), slight yandere vibes (?) missionary, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding (dk what it is with this man and breeding 😫), unprotected sex, he’s so terrible but he’s so sexy

wc: 1.7K

📝: trying to get my steam back a little and I also couldn’t stop thinking about @levisbaldheadedwh0re and his five baby mamas 😭😭 I’d like to think this is how his ass got them.

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you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see him..that he didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling him you hated his guts only got him to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry he was and you’d always forgive him without pause. But this time, he couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if he didn’t get his shit together, you were breaking up with him. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving his ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better man. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…

“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”

“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“

until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish man known as Armin Artlert. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that he’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better boyfriend. Because although he wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let him go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for him was nothing more than an attachment to his sex..the way he fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a man who could make you feel the way he did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once he got you out of your clothes and on his mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.

“Arminnn!….oh my gosh..”

coiling both your wrists and ankles into his grasp, he’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining his cock. He didn’t care..he desired more. Almost as if he were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after he had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, here he was..determined to get more than his fill. Those blonde locks plastered to his forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down his body. He always got this way when he was inside of you. The only time he’d give you his all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as he finally faltered his speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”

at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by his unrelenting resolve. Not to prove he would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, he’d be forever imprinted in your memory..

“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”

however, that wasn’t the only way that Armin was planning to leave his mark on you. Because little did you know, he had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..

“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” his voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made him twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. He hadn’t been entirely honest when he invited you over for what he called “one last talk.”..hell, he had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what he could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. His one and true objective was to get you pregnant! He wanted you to be with his child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of him. He’d constantly tell you how he wanted you to have his baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Armin! His employment was constantly fleeting, he lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of him as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. He wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure his most precious possession..

“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when he rubbed your clit with his free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” His voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. He gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to leave here tonight without every last drop of his seed in your womb. Until he saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. He needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!

“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”

it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and he didn’t care that he had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow him down. He’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, he’d release another maniacal laugh and shove his tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into his mouth. He had maximized his speed and was rutting those hips until you felt him to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by his previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as he thrashed you around. His thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. He had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!

“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”

“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”

“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”

“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”

your answer seemed to satisfy his ego well enough and that was all he needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Armin gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.

“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for him to do so..to make you his forever. With only a couple more strokes, he’d take an inch or so out and for his final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme hear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…

“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”

“There we go…now hold still..”

you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, he’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and he couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”

pulling you into his chest, Armin would empty every last remnant of his cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time he finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. He made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that he meant what he spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in his statement..

“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”

it was too late. You were already trapped inside of his web!

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joelmillers-whore · 8 months

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I'll Be Here In The Morning

summary: after a heated argument, you try to go to sleep alone, but joel knows you can’t and he doesn’t like not sleeping next to you. he comes back and the next thing you know, the two of you can’t keep your hands off of each other.

Recommended Song(s): Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Word Count: 4.2K

Series or One-Shot

Warnings: 18+ explicit, minors DNI, joel x female!reader, no mention of Y/N, no outbreak, slight relationship insecurity, they have a fight but it’s not shown, SMUT, joel calling reader darlin’ because why not, joel reassuring them and being sweet, also age gap i guess, canon divergent, praise kink, unsafe sex (don't be like joel, use a condom)

A/N: hey ya’ll! this is my first TLOU fic and i am so excited to post it here (also my first time posting on here). i am an AO3 user through and through but i thought it was time to broaden my horizon so to speak. i was so overwhelmed with how many of you wanted to see this type of fic, so please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think or request anything you want to see. i’ll try to get to it/ i’m trying to be more active. i’m not sure if my asks are open so let me know if that works lol. anyway, i hope ya’ll enjoy this!!

Slamming the bedroom door behind you, you crossed your arms over your chest. You were angry, furious even, mostly with yourself but also with your boyfriend. Anger was coursing through your veins, pumping white-hot rage through them that made your chest constrict when you thought back to the petty fight you’d had with Joel not ten minutes ago.

It was mindless, stupid bullshit but you’d gotten angry over it anyway. You weren’t even a hundred percent sure just how it started, but you did know that you had been a simmering pot, ready and waiting to explode. So you had needed to get out of there, away from him. You didn’t fight with Joel often, even though your clashing personalities would beg to differ. When you did get angry though, there was no holding either of you back.

You and Joel each had your own way of dealing with anger and most times, you chose to walk away, not wanting to accidentally say the wrong thing or to say something hurtful that you didn’t mean in the heat of the moment. So, here you were. In the bedroom. Fighting back against your racing heart and rising body temperature.

You had come back home after a long day on your feet and something mundane had set you off, and Joel just happened to be in the line of fire. Before long, you and Joel had gotten into it and not in the fun and sexy way you found yourself always wanting from him, regardless of what kind of mood you were in.

You thought back to the argument and how dark and endless Joel’s eyes had looked, how they seared into you when you were fighting, keeping you locked in and firmly in place. A shiver ran up the length of your spine as you imagined how he had crossed his arms, clearly in frustration, but how even when you were angry, you hadn’t been able to look away from his broad chest or how the material of his shirt had been pulled so tautly over his bulging muscles, making you bite your lip.

That annoying little flutter in the pit of your stomach made you groan in exasperation because even when you were upset with him, you couldn’t deny the sexual chemistry you and Joel had.

You shook your head, trying to shake yourself from your lust-induced daydream. You were overtired from work and clearly still reeling from an argument that you hadn’t been expecting to come home to. You glanced over at the clock; it was later than you had realized it was. How long had you and Joel been fighting for?

The all too familiar feeling of regret settled into your bones. You hated fighting with Joel, with the one person you considered to be more of a family to you than your actual family. But what was done was done and there was no going back now.

Neither one of you held onto anger for long, both of you deciding a long time ago that if either one of you were still angry in the morning over what had transpired the night before, you would agree to sit down and hash it out. That rule had probably saved your relationship more than once, and anger between the two of you never lasted for more than two days at most.

Rolling back your shoulders, you held firm to the idea that holding onto what you had said and dwelling on it wouldn’t help you now, so you thought about something else instead. You thought about how your muscles ached and how a migraine was slowly forming. The only cure that could help you now was sleep.

You knew that come the morning you and Joel would be back to bickering lovingly with each other and laughing over breakfast, just like how it always turned out. He was bound to forgive you, you hoped. But what if this fight was the one that tipped him over the edge? What if when he left, he wouldn’t come back?

Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach like a thousand-pound boulder. You bit back the sting of tears and honed your hearing, listening for anything in the darkness that enveloped you. Disappointment manifested quickly when you heard nothing, except for your harsh breathing. Fuck.

You had fucked up royally, laying into him like that. And he wasn’t even there so you could fix it, there was really nothing you could do at the moment. You debated for a minute about calling him but you decided against it. He needed time to cool off— you both did. And you wanted to give him that time.

With a heavy heart, you started getting ready for bed. Maybe if you went through the motions, pretended like everything was fine, and sped through the night, Joel would be there when you woke up, smirking like you were his whole world again. So you rid yourself of your clothes and changed into something more comfortable; one of Joel’s shirts that went down to your knees and some sleep shorts. You lifted the hem of the shirt to your nose and inhaled, getting lost in the scent of him that still lingered.

It was warm and clean with a faint hint of coffee. It was Joel to the core and you rubbed your thighs together when you thought about how that scent crowded you when you and him made love, or when you had first started seeing each other, you had stayed up during a rain storm and just talked for the whole night, staying awake on black coffee and powdered donuts.

Mindlessly, you climbed into bed and settled in, trying to fall asleep despite the gnawing feeling in your gut. You sighed heavily, flipping over the pillow and then fluffing it, repeating the motions until you made your head spin. You never could sleep alone. Even before you had met Joel, you hated it. And right now, you hated it even more, especially when you reached over to his side, feeling for him.

But there was nothing there except the coldness of the sheets. You grew annoyed at yourself for how needy you felt without him snuggling next to you, his body heat warming you up better than any blanket could. You wanted Joel here, not anywhere else. And he knew it, which was why he almost never left you to sleep alone if he could avoid it. Almost never. Until now.

You closed your eyes and tried to count sheep, thinking that it could help. You tried not to concentrate on how alone you felt or how you missed him so much it hurt. Counting sheep must have helped because before you knew it, you found yourself in a dreamless sleep, tossing and turning for the majority of the night. Your ears pricked up when you heard a noise, thinking you heard the bedroom door open. You stiffened, attempting to remain calm and closing your eyes tighter.

Whoever it was moved around in the dark, their shadow fidgeting with the dresser before they climbed into bed next to you. They nudged themselves closer to you and relief washed over you when you recognized their scent. It was Joel. He came back. Just like he always did.

He shuffled his body closer to you, his solid front melding to your back, as his face snuggled into the crook of your shoulder, just how you liked it. It confirmed that he was there and he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination.

“You still mad?”, Joel mumbled, his Southern drawl coming out gruffer as he tried to keep his voice low. He nuzzled your shoulder deeper, planting a soft kiss there.

You shook your head, as best as you could in the position you were in. You were well past the anger stage. And right now, you just wanted him beside you, with you. Right here. You felt Joel’s growing hardness rest against your back and a dull throbbing started in your cunt, making you squirm.

“I thought you weren’t coming back”, you croaked, the shroud of darkness acting as a shield against how scared you were at the thought of Joel not coming back at all.

Joel held you tighter, his arms flexing as he wrapped them around you in the same way you were used to. His gesture of keeping you close was more of a comfort to you than any of his words could. You craned your neck slightly, trying to make out the expression that was on Joel’s face, but it was hard.

The bedroom was mostly dark except for a tiny sliver of moonlight that shined through the window, and even then, it was tough. You could make out the tiniest of details in the low light; like the imperceptible way that his eyebrows creased when he was focused on you, or how you could tell that he was still smiling because of the way his eyes crinkled, despite being unsure of your mood. God, you loved this man.

Joel was there for you and you let out a tentative and shaky breath, grateful that he came back to you. You let any remaining tension drain from your body, and shifted your hips, which earned you a sharp groan from Joel, his hand flying to hold your hips in place.

“I’ll always come back to you, darlin’”, his voice was gruff and came out strained. His hot breath fanned over your ear, “Always”.

“Promise?”, you asked, grinding back into him again. It was the last confirmation you needed and then you would drop it, let the argument fade away.

You could hear the smile in Joel’s voice, “Promise”.

The tightness that had been sitting on your chest was no more and you were feeling bold, and a little more than turned on. The idea that Joel would always come back to you made you wet, and you rubbed your thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the pressure you felt between your legs.

As if sensing your arousal, Joel’s hand wrapped around your middle, pulling your ass flush with his erection, his hand splayed across your clothed stomach, holding you to him.

You felt his short stubble run along the side of your neck, and your jaw, the abrasive sensation making your pussy flutter with the idea of that stubble rubbing against you harshly, until you were swollen and red down there.

“Baby...”, Joel protested weakly, his half-hearted attempt at drawing out the tension between you two. But there was tension and it was a string that was being pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.

You grabbed Joel’s hand that was on your stomach, guiding it lower and lower until you stopped at the waistband of your sleep shorts, your chest on fire from your choppy breathing.

“Please, Joel”, you whined, grinding your ass back into him and moving your hips in slow circles, spurring him on. “I want you to make me feel so good like you always do”.

You were back to guiding Joel’s hand past the waistband of your shorts, into your underwear where he could feel how wet you were for him. He groaned, the vibrations from it making your skin tingle. An almost non-existent fuck was whispered as Joel’s hand found your soaking cunt, his deft fingers sliding through your folds.

When you removed your hand from his, letting him take charge, he hesitated. But when his thumb found your clit and you moaned, throwing your head back, he continued, not stopping for even a second.

“This good?”, he asked, as he teased your hole with his thick digit, pulsing the finger in and out, just enough to taunt you with pleasure and then rip it away when it felt too good. It was frustrating but you figured you somewhat deserved it for the fight from earlier.

You hummed, “Mo-more”, and you bucked into his hand, gyrating against it as you searched for more friction.

Joel sucked the pulse on your neck hard and you groaned, your head rolling to the side in pure ecstasy as he licked the spot when he pulled away. Fulfilling your command, he continued to work you over, work you to the edge. Your moans mixed with the sound of his finger, which soon became two fingers, pumping into you, a squelching emanating from you with every pump.

He was stretching you out, trying to prep you for his cock. Even this far into the relationship you needed some prep, he was that big. But you wouldn’t want it any other way. You loved his size and his girth and how deep he could go.

“Can you come for me, darlin’?”, Joel asked, as a groan slipped past his lips.

You flinched when his fingers curled, bringing you back to the moment as a tingle started low in your belly, the pressure building and building until it was too much, it was all too much.

“Fuck—”, you cried, cutting yourself off as your orgasm slammed into you, making you see stars. It was searing and hot and violent.

Your hips stuttered as they rocked into Joel’s hand, finding comfort in the fact that he was still lazily pumping into you, helping you ride out the aftershock.

“That’s my good girl”, he praised, thumb whispering over your swollen clit. You whined from the added pressure, feeling another orgasm start to build.

You had just cum and yet Joel was ready and willing to give you another one. Even when his engorged cock was nestled into your back, twitching with the need for his own release. He wanted— no, needed to give you your pleasure before he could seek out his own. Joel teased your clit again, pinching it as you yelped.

He removed his hand from your underwear and brought it to his mouth. You still weren’t facing him but you could hear the obscene sounds coming from him as he licked and sucked his fingers clean of your juices, not letting a drop go to waste. Fuck, you were so turned on already it was positively insane.

Joel gripped your waist and turned your body toward him, positioning himself so that he was slotted in between your legs, his upper body resting on his forearms, so as to not crush you with his body weight. Both of your chests were heaving at this point as another shot of excitement and arousal shot through you.

You brought a hand to Joel’s cheek, thumbing over his scruff and savouring this tender moment between the two of you.

“I’m sorry”, you said, swallowing your nerves.

In the softness of the moonlight, Joel’s eyes glimmered when they looked down at you. It wasn’t quite lust or amusement in them, but something else, something closer to love and adoration.

He dipped his head down and kissed you. It was tempered and subdued but sweet as he licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance into your mouth. You granted it to him, letting him explore your mouth like it was the first time. A swallowed-up moan left you and Joel pulled back.

“Me too”.

It was simple and yet he meant it with his whole heart, you were certain of that. Picking up where you left off, Joel palmed your breast through your— his shirt, making you tremble beneath him. He pinched your nipple and it made you arch your back off the bed, both to escape and chase that feeling.

“Let’s get this shirt off, hmm?”, Joel mused, playing with the hem of it. You nodded and lifted your upper body off of the bed as he helped you out of it, tossing it somewhere behind him.

“Your turn”, you said, almost breathlessly, and Joel obliged. He sat up on his knees and stripped himself of his own shirt.

You couldn’t help but pause and appreciate him and his physique. He wasn’t insanely built like an athlete or someone who stuck to a strict diet all so that they could get a six-pack. Joel’s body was sculpted from years of manual labour and although some might not be turned on by a broad chest and a toned stomach, you certainly were, and you were enamoured by it.

Your hand seemed to have had a mind of its own because you were raking your fingernails along his chest and stomach, drawing a line all the way down to his waistband. You watched as his muscles tensed from your touch, his eyes snapping shut like he had to concentrate on restraining himself.

Your hand remained on his waistband, your index finger playing with the dark line of hair that led all the way past the pants and to the straining member, you knew awaited you.

“If you don’t quit staring at me like that, darlin’, this might be over before either of us want it to be”, he drawled, quiet and low.

Your eyes snapped to his, which were dark and endless pools filled with lust. He looked like he was ready to devour you and your thoughts came to life when he gripped your thighs forcefully and spread them apart, making quick work of peeling you out of your shorts and drenched panties.

Joel groaned above you, “Such a pretty pussy, and ‘s all for me, ain’t she?”. He bit the tender flesh of your inner thigh, making you jump. But you didn’t go very far, his grip on the back of your thighs holding you close to him and keeping you in place.

You wiggled your hips, trying to get him to hurry up, “All for you”, you whine.

Joel chuckled, but didn’t tease you for much longer, answering your silent prayer as he dove into your cunt, lapping and sucking like he was a man starved. You writhed beneath him as he continued, not letting up as he brought you to the edge of another orgasm.

“How you feelin’, baby?”, Joel asked, as he came up for air. You nodded fervently, feeling like you could die if he didn’t continue what he was doing.

He chuckled as he went back in, the vibrations making your head swirl and your toes curl at the sensation of his tongue fucking into you. You were so close it hurt and Joel could tell.

He shushed you before bringing his thumb to your clit and massaging it in tandem with his tongue, making you mewl and bury your hands in his short hair, pulling at his scalp as you begin to grind yourself on his face, practically riding him as you chase your high.

“I’m gonna—”, and you do.

You cum hard and quick, this orgasm ripping into you like a hurricane. The blinding wave of pleasure had all of your inhibitions clouded, as a light buzz started coasting through your body, leaving you sated. Your mouth is agape, a mix of a whimper and a shrill moan escaping you.

You felt as though you had just run a marathon, your body was on fire and yet there was a calm as you came down. You revelled in the aftermath of your orgasm, feeling drunk off of it. There was a slick layer of sweat that coated your whole body, but you didn’t seem to care. Your mind was quiet as you listened to your breathing, your heart hammering below the surface.

Running a hand through your hair, you felt the mattress dip when Joel shifted his body weight, his beard glistening with your slick. You reach down and grab his face with both hands, bringing him to your lips. You groan when you taste yourself on him, the tang fueling your growing desire to be filled deep with him.

Joel murmured something against your lips but you couldn’t hear, your heart beating too loudly. “What?”, you asked.

“I need to be inside of you”, he whispers again, and you moan as he ruts into your bare core.

“Then do it”, you said, looking at him through hooded eyes.

Joel bit his lip, shaking his head as he stripped out of his jeans and then his boxers. His dick was thick and angry, the tip a bright red as it leaked pre-cum. You followed a drop with your eyes as it trailed down the shaft and you licked your lips at the sight.

Joel chuckled, the noise shooting straight to your needy core. You sat up slightly, reaching out for his cock but he stopped you, “Not tonight, sweet thing”, he stated, “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last if you start suckin’ me off”.

You keened at his words, desperate for some sort of relief. You snaked your hand from the pillow all the way down your chest, rubbing your nipple as you moaned, Joel’s eyes never leaving you. His eyes on you felt right, like you were putting on a show just for him, and in a way, you were. He watched your hand slide lower down your stomach and finally disappear between your legs.

“Goddammit”, Joel hissed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, “What’d I just say?”.

He ripped your hand away from your aching cunt, pining it above your head as punishment. You let out a choked sob, “Please...”.

Joel’s cock twitched against his stomach at your plea, and he released you. He gripped his length and tugged harshly, letting beads of pre-cum dribble all over his hand.

You watched him throw his head back as he panted above you, finding a rhythm. As you opened your mouth to whine and tell him that you needed him, he grabbed the back of your legs and folded you in half, thrusting his hard cock into your pussy.

The force of him slamming his cock inside of you without much warning was enough to make you cry out. You couldn’t focus on much more than the pleasure that he could provide. It was as if you could never be fully satisfied, not when it came to Joel. You would always want him as desperately as he wanted you, each and every time. His hips snapped into yours, almost to the point of pain as he set a demanding pace, burying himself deeper and deeper into you.

“So”. He grunted with a thrust. “Fucking”. Another snap of his hips. “Needy”. Thrust.

Joel was never one to deny you, and you knew that. You might have been needy but he was willing to give you whatever you needed. And most times, all you needed was him. Him and that fucking delicious cock. So, he made sure he delivered you another orgasm. You chased your release, the desire striking you like a bolt of lightning— fast, powerful, and all-consuming.

It started in your toes and rushed in. Joel’s thick cock pumped in and out of you hungrily. He was both providing you with another orgasm and trying to find his own release. Each thrust was more punishing than the last, each angle hitting the right spot, and guiding you both to your release.

“That’s it, baby”, he groaned, manhandling you until you were basically straddling him, his hands on your back, holding you steady.

“Can you gimme another one?”, Joel purred into your ear as he fucked up into you, his hips losing their rhythm and you knew he was close.

“I’ll try”, you said, snaking a hand in between your bodies, and rubbing your cunt in time with each pound of his hips.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good”.

He barely finished his sentence before you were shaking in his arms, finding your orgasm from his praise.

Drunk on only two orgasms, you didn’t even know what you were saying at this point, too sensitive and too sated at the same time, “Mmm, love when you make me come”.

Joel laughed with adoration as he continued fucking you, chasing his own release. “And I love makin’ you come, darlin’”.

You felt your walls clamp around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. With a final few pumps, he groaned, letting his head fall against your shoulder. Joel tensed slightly and his body shook as he deposited ropes of cum deep into you.

Your head lolled to the side, feeling his body grow slack against yours. His was flush against you, trying to control his breathing as you did the same, your arms wrapped around him as you stroked his back.

A long moment of comfortable silence passed before he lifted his head up, scanning your face. You smiled tiredly at him as he kissed you, letting the bliss wash over you both.

Joel kissed your forehead and slipped out of you. You in turn whined at the loss of being full of him. Your limbs were heavy as you melted into the mattress, feeling Joel collapse next to you. His arm drifted around your waist, pulling you into his side.

He kissed your temple affectionately, “‘m sorry about our fight”.

You nodded, snuggling closer to him. “I know”, you bit your lip, contemplating your next words, “I just worry that one day we’ll really get into it and you’ll never come back”.

Joel stiffened for a moment, before he turned to you, whispering into your hair, “You don’t need to worry ‘bout that ever, darlin’. Because I’ll always be here in the morning”.

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andy-wm · 7 months

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3D by JK (feat. JH) - my take.

Ok, unpopular opinion maybe, and I might get my ass beaten for this (not in a good way 🤣)

Feel free to disagree RESPECTFULLY.

Disclaimer: If anyone comes at me with that cancel bullshit I will block you, because we all get to have an opinion.

If my post enrages you, scroll past until you can be civil, then come back and talk. Or block me. I dont mind.

And don't tell me that because I don't love this song I have to hand in my ARMY card... I'm not going to.

🙂💜🙂

I'll start by saying I love JK so, so much. Adore him. Will always support him.

But for me, 3D is a misstep.

My feeling is Hybe should have reconsidered releasing it as it is.

JK's lyrics are fun and sexy. The innuendo is on point. The melody is great and the chorus has excellent sing-along value. Even though I'm not a huge pop music fan, I like the vibe.

The MV dancers are awesome, and I got a kick out of the fire hydrant metaphor.

And in that jacket with nothing under it, JK looks hot enough to melt asphalt.

However....

Including Jack Harlow's rap IMO is a mistake. It sucks, frankly. Not in a good way.

It not only misses the mark on the tone of the rest of the song but his lyrics are really just offensive. Misogynistic. And racial refrences are just... not cricket. It's 2023 not 1995, regardless of what his hairstyle tells you.

His lyrics sound like an incel bragging about their sex life when all they've ever done is watch porn. From his words, I doubt he knows how to please any person but himself.

His message is gross, but its still just... generic. Like he went to urban dictionary for spicy language and then googled how to treat women like shit. There's nothing original about what he's saying. He's not even being gross in an intersting way. It's gross AND boring.

(Jack, if you're reading this, sorry my guy you gotta do better.)

I've been army since 2018 and this is the first BTS song I have tried to find merit in and given up.

I honestly tried to be into it and i just... can't. It doesn't sit well with me.

This is a new experience for me because even when BTS release something i don't immediately love, i still stream and watch and let it sink in, or I work on figuring out what I am missing and why it's ACTUALLY good even if i can't grasp it.

This... it's just... not good, in my opinion.

I have to clarify here...

It isn't about explicit content, i am totally down for that. If anyone read my post on Seven, they will know my response to that song. In a nutshell, I believe all adults who want to, should happily and shamelessly be doing ALL the horizontal tango. Every type, every day, in every way. With anyone and everyone they fancy as long as all parties are informed and consenting adults who are equally enjoying the experience.

Yes. I am all about getting down.

That doesn't mean treating your partners like a body count or using and abusing them with no consideration. That's not cool.

**PSA: please be safe and use protection. Get tested regularly if you have multiple partners. Don't do anything you don't feel good about and dont stay with partners who harm or manipulate you 💜**

Now, back to the smut.

Some criticisms i saw of Seven were about how dirty it was. A few people were upset because JK said fuck, and because he sang about how and when he liked to fuck. But more criticism was levelled at Letto. Why?

It seemed like it was because she's a woman, singing about sex.

Letto totally owns her sexuality and she knows what she wants. I snorted with delight at how deliciously filthy her lyrics were. Some very clever wordplay made her verse so visceral, and pretty shocking to the pearl-clutchers, without her ever saying anything directly. I really enjoyed it.

She was telling us straight up how good she is in bed. Good for her. She totally rocks. And she wasn't disrespecting anyone. She didn't need to do that to make herself cool AF.

The difference between Letto's rap and jack harlow's is that jack sounds like he's just looking at the women he's singing about as a hole to stick his dick in. Women have fought for long enough for equality and respect. They don't need this bullshit. You can sing about getting down, and you can be absolutely filthy and nasty and wild, and you can do it without degrading your partners.

I did read a theory about this song being social commentary on toxic masculinity. You can find it here and you can read it below:

Its not bad as a theory. At least it wouldn't be if Namjoon or Yoongi or Hobi - or Jungkook himself - had written the song. If that were the situation we'd see some inkling of self awareness in the rap, and maybe a hint of character development. But there's none.

Sorry ARMY, this is not the class of lyricism we have come to expect.

If jack is trying to make a social statement^*, or play a character, he is not succeeding in showing any growth or humanity at all. He's really just that stereotype.

In the last few lines, after he offers to fly his victim from Korea to Kentucky, he says "and you ain’t gotta guarantee me nothing I just wanna see if I get lucky."

How considerate...

All I see is zero care factor about the actual person he's trying to get with. Which is quite different from JK's lyrics, which show awareness that he's interacting with a conscious, living human being, not a piece of furniture.

jack follows with "I just wanna meet you in the physical and see if you would touch me"

Ugh. Not with a ten foot pole, douchebag.

And how about, in his first verse "All my ABGs get cute for me"

Good god, really? Is he seriously saying this?

So its a no for me.

The ONLY saving grace is that there's an alternative version which is pretty fun. It's almost as if Hybe knew we would hate the version with jack harlow. Wow, such insight!

Now, i know that's not the only reason they made an alternative. They needed a clean version for US radio play (let's be real, what possible other purpose can this song serve? *°)

But they could have censored jack's... actually they couldn't. The rap verses can't be salvaged. They genuinely have no merit, the only hope for the song is totally removing them.

What does that tell you?

ARMY will no doubt still chart the main track but personally, I would feel morally compromised if i supported that version. So I'll stick to the alternative and hope for better things to come.

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^* Stylecaster doesnt think so either. I visited their website to check thr lyrics. They said, of D3, "Meanwhile, Jack Harlow brings the cool with his two verses as he raps about all the women he could pull"

Uh, really? I hope that's intended to be ironic.

*° The MV had only 4.5million views after 12 hours. And we know what brilliant strategists Hybe employs. I am travelling in Korea right now. There was no promo visible here. And it was no accident that it was released at lunchtime on Chuseok - the biggest famiily holiday of the year - when relatively few people in Korea would be available to engage with it. THEY KNEW IT WAS A STINKER.

#jeon jungguk #jungkook #bts jungguk #bts jungkook #jungkook 3d #hybe entertainment #bighit

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eatmyassssssssz · 11 months

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Omg I was scratching my brain for a good ask but it's suddenly COME TO ME NOW

so as a virgin, one of my biggest insecurities (actually, only insecurity) during sex is that the guy will be bothered by my hair down there (I'm afab at birth if that helps 😭)

I just PHYSICALLY CANNOT IMAGINE THE GUY EATING ME OUT WITH A PUSSY FULL OF HAIR AND ITS LIKE MINE IS FCKING DARK AND CURLY AND LIKE ITS A FCKING BEARD / BUSH 😭😭😭

Like I want craveeeeee so bad for a fanfiction about Ghost to be written where regardless of reader's body hair, he still fuvks the shit out of her

also plsssss don't feel pressured to write this ask right away, I'm just so relieved I managed. To get this off my mind 😭😭😭

"ff..fuck-" his breathing was heavy. "oh, honeyyyy- j..jeessussss." he whispers. "honey, may..may i have a kiss?" he asks. you were naked. "mhn- i..im sorry- just before we kiss- im sorry."

"honey, why're you sorry?" he asks, rubbing your sides. "I've not shaved- i-..i would've if I'd known we were gonna..yknow.." you whisper.

"no, honey- honey, i don't mind. oh my, you silly girl..." he kisses above her cupid bone. "honey, i don't mind, not at all." he says softly. "you..you sure?" he nods. "mhn, im sure."

you kiss him happily before smiling into it. "fuck, dolly..you're..jesus, you're sexy- oh my god...look at you."

he trails his kisses down and down, kissing everywhere, stopping at just above your pelvic bone. "can i continue? i just need you to know, you can stop at any time. do you know the traffic light system?" he asks. you nod in response. "yeah..yeah, yeah i do." you mumble. "you use them whenever you need. okay?" he says. again, you nod.

he continues to move down, just about kissing your clit. "mhhn, jesus christ-" you say, looking down at him. you can see through his shorts that he's harder than a fucking rock. "..you're enjoying this?" you ask.

"mhn! of course i am, luv. you are aswell, i hope." he mumbles, nearly incoherent, as he kisses your clit.

you end up getting close pretty quick. "fffuck..its scary how- ah— g..good you are at this.." you say, thighs trembling, hips bucking up onto his tongue more, as if he wasnt already making a pretty big mess on your clit already.

"you can do it, my pretty girl..its all okay..fuck, you've got an amazing pussy, lovely.." he says, muttering praise as he eats you out in a way you didnt know was possible.

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 1 year

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Billy tries to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible when he enters the living room, easing down into a seat on the sofa with a plate packed full of finger food in his hands.

He's been steadily picking at the spread in the kitchen all afternoon — he isn't even really hungry anymore, but it's at least something to keep him occupied. He tries not to think about how he's eating out of boredom as he pops a mini quiche in his mouth.

As if having a sixth sense, Eddie turns around in his seat on the floor. Spreads a smile and crawls toward the sofa, leaning his elbows in Billy’s lap as he gazes up at him like he’s some ethereal being.

“Hey, blondie,” he lilts. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Billy snorts.

“Aren’t you supposed to be playing your game?”

“We’re having an intermission,” Eddie huffs. Leans further into Billy’s lap and wraps his arms around his waist. “Besides, I miss you.”

“Miss me? Munson, we sleep in the same bed every night.”

“And?”

“And you’re a fuckin’ dork,” Billy chuckles.

Eddie pouts. Hides his face in the front of Billy’s hoodie, and the blond has to fight every urge he has to suck his stomach in, lest Eddie pout even harder.

It’s taken some getting used to, the changes in his body. Especially after he quit smoking.

Had he known he would develop a permanent case of the munchies, he might’ve just stayed his course. Maybe he’d still have abs.

Maybe he’d still feel sexy.

Regardless, here Eddie is, smushing his face into his stomach like he’s a pillow. Billy takes a bite out of a chocolate-covered strawberry and sets his plate on the brunet’s back. Eddie doesn’t seem to notice.

“Yeah, well, you’re gorgeous,” Eddie says like it’s an insult. “And smart, and sweet, and funny, and—“

“Jesus, I get it, you like me. You can stop now.”

Eddie shakes his head. Presses a kiss to Billy’s stomach, which has the blond’s face blossoming red, and rubs up and down at his sides.

“I adore you. Wanna snuggle with you all day everyday and never do anything else.”

“Not even play D&D?”

“Nope.”

From behind him, Grant and Jeff both scoff, and Billy spreads a smile. Cards his hand through Eddie’s hair.

“I don’t think the guys like that idea.”

“Tough shit. How am I expected to function when you come in here looking all pretty ‘n stuff?”

Billy chuckles. Eddie grins at the sound.

“I’m wearing pajamas,” Billy points out. “And my hair’s not even done.”

“I know,” Eddie sighs dreamily.

“Mm, well, if you’re cuddling me all the time, when does my other boyfriend get a chance? Doesn’t sound very fair to me.”

“I don’t see this other boyfriend that you speak of. Plus, I’m calling dibs for the rest of time, so he’s outta luck.”

“You’re telling me you’re never gonna cuddle with Stevie again? Just me, forever?”

Eddie ponders the question for a long moment, and Billy chuckles again.

“Damn,” he muses. “You really do like me that much, huh?”

“I do,” Eddie admits. “I would miss being Stevie’s little spoon, though.”

Gareth snorts, clapping his hand on the coffee table.

“Wait, you’re the little spoon? Big bad Munson is Steve Harrington’s little spoon,” he cackles. “That’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

Billy grabs his plate again just in time for Eddie to sit up and swivel around enough to cast a glare at his friend. It makes Gareth laugh even harder.

“Dude, you’ve literally heard me call him my princess and shit before, but you’re choosing to make fun of me over this?”

“I always thought that was you poking fun at his masculinity or something.”

Eddie shakes his head and clicks his tongue.

“Stevie is my pretty princess,” he lilts. Glances up at Billy and chews his lip. “And Billy bear is my little babycakes. He’s the baby, actually.”

Billy’s face flushes red all the way down his neck.

“I am not,” he huffs.

“Yes huh, you’re baby girl, baby doll— you love that shit. We wouldn’t say any of it if you didn’t.”

There’s a polite chuckle from around the room and Billy scoffs.

Eddie notably softens. He rubs at Billy’s thighs, leaning forward to press another kiss to his stomach and humming pleasantly when his lips make contact.

“The nicknames just mean that we love you,” he coos.

“Guess I just think you both have weird taste,” Billy murmurs, then huffs a laugh to himself. “If I nicknamed myself, it’d probably be something like lardass.”

Eddie makes a shocked noise of offense and furrows his brows.

“Hey, no one talks about my boyfriend like that.”

“No? What’re you gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna tell on you.” Billy’s smirk falters and Eddie hums triumphantly. “I’m gonna tell Steve. He’ll baby you about it and pull out some old family recipe he’s got locked away just to make you eat your words.”

Billy presses his lips together. Thinks about the last time he made a self-deprecating comment in front of Steve. Thinks about how it was definitely a handful of pounds ago.

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

He pushes his fingers into Eddie’s hair. The brunet leans into his touch, but spreads this sickening little grin. All teeth and no remorse.

“Then I guess you better take it back,” he lilts. Billy locks his jaw shut. Eddie clicks his tongue and pokes teasingly at his side. “There’s no downside for me, I like a little extra fluff. Nobody likes thin pancakes.”

“Pancakes?”

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums. “You’re like a stack of ‘em.”

Billy quirks a brow.

“How so?”

“I fuckin’ love pancakes.” Eddie flattens his palm against Billy’s side and rubs gently back and forth. “Plus, y’know, they’re soft and warm. Pillow-like.”

A little smile quirks at the corners of Billy’s mouth. Some part of him wants to take offense, but he can’t. Not when big brown eyes are gazing up at him so fondly. He scratches softly at Eddie’s scalp and has him all but purring, eyes slipping shut as he melts under the touch.

“You’ve never had crêpes?” Billy asks.

Eddie’s eyes crack open.

“What?”

“Crêpes,” Billy repeats. Chuckles when Eddie looks at him like he’s growing a second head. “Thin pancakes? They’re Stevie’s favorite, I’m surprised you didn’t notice. He always orders them when we go to the diner downtown.”

Eddie sits up straighter. Thinks hard for a moment, like his whole world is crashing down.

“Is that what those things are?”

“What did you think they were?”

“I dunno— not pancakes.” Eddie pouts when he’s laughed at, but still fixes Billy with a serious look. “Brushing past the fact that you just ruined my whole analogy, I maintain that you’re perfect just the way you are.” That little grin comes back full-fledged in a matter of seconds. “Besides, crêpes always have filling, don’t they?”

It’s Billy’s turn to pout while Eddie snickers at him.

“Whatever. Just don’t tell Steve.”

“Why, you scared he’s gonna put pounds on you?” Eddie pinches his side and earns a huff. “You still haven’t taken back what you said.”

“‘Cause I don’t want to. Don’t see why you’re so hung up on it.”

This time, Eddie looks… disappointed. It hurts Billy deep in his chest, like he swallowed a shard of tortilla chip that refuses to go down smoothly.

“If someone was talking shit about Steve right in front of you, what would you do?” Eddie asks.

“I’d rock their shit.”

“Why?”

Billy shrugs.

“I dunno, it’d piss me off.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because it’s Steve,” Billy huffs. “I don’t— I don’t like the idea of anyone talking shit about him. That’s my boyfriend.”

Eddie nods. Tilts his head to the side and slowly begins to rub up and down at Billy’s waist, similar to how he had been earlier.

“Then why is this any different? I still get to be upset when I hear someone talking shit about you, even if it’s you who’s doing the shit-talking.”

Billy’s mouth opens, but then promptly closes again. Is this the same guy who was comparing him to pancakes a minute ago?

A moment passes. Then another. Eddie just stares up at him expectantly, and Billy says nothing. It’s a stand-off. A battle of will. Billy’s fixing to cave when the front door opens and the tension is suddenly broken, yet somehow doubles at the same time.

“Intermission?” Steve asks.

He hangs his keys up and shrugs out of his coat once the door is shut behind him, already wearing an easy smile.

“Unofficially,” Gareth grumbles.

Eddie shoots him a glare, but is quick to soften when Steve leans over the back of the sofa and drapes his arms around Billy’s shoulders.

“Hey, baby,” Steve greets. Ignores the knowing giggle from around the room in favor of pressing a kiss into Billy’s curls. “Thought you’d still be asleep when I got back.”

More kisses land in his hair as Billy purses his lips.

“It’s almost six.”

“Mhmm,” Steve hums.

In an instant, Eddie gets this look on his face, and Billy’s stomach drops. He opens his mouth, but Steve is too quick.

“Have you just been eating junk?” He asks, gesturing to Billy’s plate.

The blond glances at his little collection of nibbled-at finger food. Tries not to think about how many plates of it he’s had already.

“Yeah, just… snacking,” he says timidly.

Steve tsks. Billy almost flinches at the sound.

“Well, that won’t do.” Steve nabs the plate from Billy’s hand and pops a cube of cheddar in his mouth. “Tell me what you want, bubs, and I’ll make it.”

Billy feels like he’s on fire.

“Lasagna?”

A sheepish smile finds its way onto his face when his chin is tilted up, and Steve plants a kiss directly on his lips.

“Coming right up.”

Then the brunet vanishes from behind the couch, padding into the kitchen to root around for a casserole dish before he’s even taken his shoes off.

On the floor, Eddie bites back on a giggle.

“I didn’t even have to tell him,” he whispers amusedly. Leans completely into Billy’s lap and hugs his torso again, half smothering himself in Billy’s stomach. “Hope you’re hungry, Bill, ‘cause it’s pancake time.”

For emphasis, he gives Billy’s side a squeeze, which has him huffing irritatedly.

“No, we’re having lasagna,” Steve calls. There’s a clatter as he moves about the kitchen. “We can have pancakes tomorrow night.”

Eddie gives in to the giggles, shoulders shaking as he hides his face in the front of Billy’s hoodie.

Finally accepting defeat, Billy sighs. Cards his fingers through Eddie’s hair while he laughs, trying to find it in himself to be upset about what’s to come.

But his mouth is already watering before the oven is even done preheating.

#harringroveson #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #background corroded coffin guys #chubby billy hargrove #fluff #tw weight #tw insecurity #body image #internalized fatphobia #Billy is so Garfield coded #hey look at that Steve is actually IN a harringroveson fic of mine #weird right?#ficlet #my wriitng #mostly unedited #soon to be on ao3 when I have time

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showtoonzfan · 1 year

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I think Morgana doesn’t realize that we barley know shit about Sallie May. She said it herself, we’re only on early season 2 and we’ve only got one small scene with her. I bring this up because that’s why it feels like fetishization to me. The way she’s presented in the sexy merch is not at all what she’s like when we saw her. Like….for example if we knew Sallie was a very flirty and open character like Angel, then it would make more sense but we have nothing on her. Same for the sexy merch of Velvette. Her merch for me is the same as how Charlie isn’t presented sexually and yet they make sexy merch of her, coming off as sexist. In Sallie’s case, its fetishizing her because the crew just looked at her, a character who had like…one line and instantly went “yes let’s make sexy merch of her because people would love that and drool over it”- and I’m sorry, it’s not only fetishizing but sexist too. This show knows it’s audience, most of the sexy merchandise is made for horny fans and it feels like you’re just appeasing to people who DO fetishize trans people rather than actually seeing them as people, cause…ya know, this show is known to be so goddamn horny and sexualize and fetishize almost every character, regardless if we even know them or if they’re sexual or not. The sexy merch of the female characters felt like they all existed simply because they’re female and we need to give the rabid horny fans what they want.

Like….nobody is saying she can’t have a bulge, nobody cares about her fucking bottom or not, nobody said being confident in your body was a fetish, kinda feels like Morgana is self projecting about her personal life rather than seeing the bigger issue here. And I’m sorry girl, but so far, if you’re voicing a character who had one fucking line and it’s someone we don’t know anything about, then yeah, I’m ganna say it felt more like brownie points because why haven’t the writers taken the time to give us more clues about her? They could have had Millie talk about her, even if you didn’t want to show her on screen. I just….maybe if this show wasn’t so focused on filler and shipping, we could be developing characters off screen, something Viv herself said she was trying to accomplish but obliviously failed. Like I find it so funny that she said that the two have a “sibling rivalry” and yet Millie never talks about her, but we can’t have that because that would actually give Millie purpose and screen time.

My point is….if these writers and Morgana are oh so determined to give trans representation and show people of that community being confident…..maybe……do that in the actual fucking show??? Maybe put more effort into the writing instead of constantly focusing on Stolas a million times in a row and focus on the other characters? Maybe do that instead of just making sexy merch just to profit off of horny drooling fans? Maybe do more instead of sitting here and flexing about a character that had two fucking lines? Cause I really don’t think this crew knows that being confident and exploring sexualities isn’t just showing your tits and ass and being vulgar. Until they do more with Sallie outside of showing her body off just because she’s hot, I disagree with everything here. It doesn’t make me transphobic that I actually want to see more of a character outside of sexy merch.

Also…so funny how Morgana can look at sexy merch literally labeled “Sexy merch” that’s purposefully filled with characters drawn suggestively and go “yeah this isn’t fetish art”-

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #Sallie May #anti vivziepop #helluva critical #vivziepop critique #vivziepop rant

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Mammon NSFW Alphabet

Dedicated to my mutual Ettie cause I know Mammon is her fave, and I also know she’s been feeling not very well. I hope I did him justice.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mammon’s mood after sex really depends on the day. Sometimes, he feels really energized and lowkey gets zoomies. During these times, he’s running around and getting you whatever you need. Food, water, clean towels, any anything else your heart desires. Other days, he gets super tired and refuses to leave the bed. On days like these, it’s usually you doing the aftercare, or Mammon’s just demanding cuddles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Mammon really likes his face. As a model, his face is practically his moneymaker, and that means a lot to a greed demon like him. Not to mention, he just loves how he can make people (you included) swoon with nothing more than a well-crafted look. On you, Mammon loves your thighs. He’s a thigh man for sure, and you can’t convince me otherwise. In more wholesome moments, he can lay his head on your thighs like a pillow, and he loves that. And in less wholesome moments, thighs are great to grasp onto whenever he wants to get deeper.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Boy is messy, and I mean that in every sense of the word. When Mammon cums, he cums everywhere, and he tends to cum a lot. His favorite place to cum is on your face and chest. He just thinks you look pretty all marked up with his cum, and he’d love to take pictures of you if you let him. Mammon does also like cumming inside of you, but only if you explicitly tell him to beforehand. Otherwise, he’ll avoid doing so just in case you might not want him to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Mammon has had many sugar daddies in his time, or he’s tried to at least. Lucifer hates when his brothers do anything that could ruin their reputation, and having a sugar daddy would certainly do no help to anyone’s image. So, naturally, Lucifer has shut down any and all attempts Mammon has made to get a sugar daddy. He’s come close to getting one several times, but Lucifer always magically makes them disappear, never to be seen again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As expected, he is very experienced, and he’s probably one of the most experienced out of all the brothers. Not to mention, Mammon has been with partners of all types, humans and demons alike. He knows what he’s doing, and he knows how to please you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary 100%. It doesn’t matter who’s topping, Mammon loves missionary. It’s a super intimate position, which he likes when it comes to you. He likes being able to look at your face and take in every detail and emotion. It’s also just a very comfortable position for both him and you, regardless of y’all’s roles. There are certain occasions where Mammon might prefer more of a mating press instead, but those are rare, and usually only happen when he’s feeling particularly dominant (or submissive).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He tries so hard to be serious, especially in the beginning. Because of his personality, it’s hard for him to show how he actually feels, so it took him a while to really let loose in bed. Once he does, however, he is the goofiest partner to have in bed. Mammon is constantly muttering little jokes to lighten the mood, and he loves teasing you, but in that soft, wholesome sort of way. He also loves when you do the same because it shows him that you’re enjoying this as much as he is.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed surprisingly. He is a model after all, and models have to look their best at all times. Mammon is definitely the type to do sexy photoshoots, so he has to make sure every part of his body looks nice, and I do mean every part. The carpet does match the drapes, he has a noticeable happy trail, and he’s neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Mammon can get very intimate, but only with the right person. With casual hookups, he makes it the least romantic experience possible so that no attachments are made. However, once he meets you, that all changes. He’ll be as romantic as you want him to be, and he’s not afraid to bust out the rose petals and candles.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off a normal amount. He has needs, and he doesn’t mind dealing with them himself. Mammon does also have a couple of toys he’ll use, but he’d really just rather have you if possible.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Obvious, but he’s a masochist. Loves any kind of painful pleasure, and he’s very expressive about it in bed. He also enjoys sensory deprivation and bondage. Just an overall kinky demon. Mammon might be a bit shy about it at first, but he’s quick to open up.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mammon will literally have sex anywhere and everywhere. If he’s horny, he dragging you into the nearest empty room (with consent of course). You cannot convince me he hasn’t had sex all over R.A.D., the House of Lamentation, and probably even the Demon Lord’s Castle at some point. He’s a sneaky bastard who will go the extra mile to get off. Of course, if you’re not comfortable having sex in public, he’s more than happy to keep it in the bedroom. His favorite in there is his car.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do will honestly be a turn on for him. You can literally just breathe in his general direction and Mammon is on his knees for you. Suggestive touches, seductive words, anything he deems to be an advance will get him going. Naturally, he will always confirm it’s okay with you before trying anything because he’d hate to do something you don’t like.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Mammon could never genuinely hurt you at all. Like, he’s a total masochist and he’s super into pain, but doing that to you just makes him feel bad. Even if you are into pain play like he is, he’s very hesitant. It’s mostly because he’s a demon and you’re a human, and he doesn’t want to do actual damage by accident. Other than that though, he really doesn’t have many hard limits.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Mammon loves giving oral. Naturally, he’s a very greedy demon, and there’s nothing he loves more than having you underneath him (or on top of him) while he pleasures you. He’s greedy for your moans, he’s greedy for your taste, he’s just greedy for all of you. And he refuses to stop until you’re literally begging him to, so you could be stuck there for hours.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He mostly prefers a faster pace. It’s just more enjoyable for him, and he’s not really patient enough to go slow. Of course, if you prefer a slower pace, he’ll gladly try, but you might have to take the lead in those scenarios.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Number one fan of quickies. It’s basically part of y’all’s routine by this point. If you two have a few minutes to spare in between classes, he’s dragging you into a storage closet. I think he almost prefers quickies over actual sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s pretty down to experiment. Like I said, Mammon doesn’t have very many hard limits, so he’s pretty much down for whatever. He’ll always ask you before trying anything out, and he’ll also ask you if there’s anything you wanna try out as well. Even if he does get embarrassed easily by this sort of talk, Mammon still knows how important communication is when it comes to sex, so he tries his best to tell you when he wants to do something new.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Mammon has the best stamina out of all the brothers. Demons have a naturally heightened stamina, and Mammon’s is way above average of even that. He can go basically all day if you’d let him. Most of the time, you’re the one tapping out first since he won’t stop unless you ask him to. There are some occasions when he will wanna stop early, especially if he has something going on later that day, but when he’s totally free, you better be prepared.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns tons of toys. Most of them are from before he got with you, and he usually used them on himself and other partners. Mammon buys the really expensive ones, and Lucifer always gets really mad at him for it. Since getting together with you, he hasn’t been using the toys as much, but he’ll bring them out if you ask.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It really depends on his mood. Sometimes he can be a major tease, and this is when he’s in a more dominant or bratty mood. Other times, he’s really desperate and needy, and this is usually when he’s feeling a lot more submissive. With Mammon, it’s kinda a 50/50 on what you’re gonna get.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can certainly be loud, but he knows how to be quiet as well. Even he’s not that much of an ass to be super loud when his brothers are home, and he usually tries to be quieter when y’all are out in public. But if y’all are completely alone, Mammon is literally so loud. Like, it’s not even funny how loud he can get sometimes. Lots of growls, lots of whining, and just lots of noise in general.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Out of all the brothers, Mammon has the most piercings, and he’s the only one to have piercings on his dick. Most of them, he got because he lost some bets, but he still enjoys having them. He also likes the fact that other people like them, and they’re a good source of pleasure if utilized correctly.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Demons are usually above average when compared to humans. As for Mammon specifically, he’s about average size for a demon. Slightly above average girth, and an average length. He’s toned for sure, and there’s a decent amount of muscle definition. Small beauty spots litter his body, the highest one being at his neck, and the lowest ones being around his ankles.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high sex drive. This demon is horny 24/7 and requires constant attention. He’s constantly clinging onto you, asking when y’all will have sex next, and he’s very impatient about it. He usually tries to have sex with you at least once a day, and when he misses a day, he gets moody.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This is another thing that really depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s full of energy and takes care of all aftercare after sex. But other times, he just straight up passes out the second you say you wanna stop. No matter what though, he’s always making sure you’re comfortable first.

#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me mammon #obey me smut #nsft #nsft alphabet #scenarios #headcanons

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ethereallocs · 1 year

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Taste of the Divine Pt.1 -Modern!

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Y/N Fem Reader

Content: Modern Au inspired by the song called The Summoning by Sleep Token. Obsession, on/off lovers, angst, love/hate relationship, toxic.

Warning ⚠️: Sexual Content, hate-f*cking, degrading, SWEARING, choking, blowjob, face-fucking.

Summary: Here the two of you are again..hating to love each other …loving to hate each other…Could the two of you redeem your relationship?

King’s Landing was in celebration for the expansion of Targaryen Inc. They were holding a massive event at the infamous mansion called The Red Keep. It had been too long since Aemond has seen, Y/N. She worked for the family business as well and with their last terrible break up his father/ CEO Viserys let her go on a well needed vacation. He was frustrated especially since this party was so important for the company she couldn’t miss it.

Eventually, he decided to roam the large room looking for any sign of her..where was she? His brother Aegon laughed at how pathetic his brother looked before he passed by him he took a hold of his shoulder pulling him in. “Why don’t you find someone else to obsess over tonight?” Aemond scoffed, “Fuck off..I just want to talk to her.” Aegon rolled his eyes and spoke sarcastically, “Sure…” he kicked back the glass of whiskey he held in hand leaving Aemond to his wild goose chase.

He was becoming antsy hoping to see her at any moment when he saw her out the corner of his eye wearing an elegant strapless black dress that stopped at the floor, a sexy hip slit revealing her skin. Her hair pinned up and her make up shuttle. A smirk curled at the corner of his lips while he cut through the crowd to get to her quickly grabbing her hand. “Hello, my love.” She rolled her eyes in disgust quickly pulling away she sauntered away in the opposite direction of him. He growled in annoyance and stormed off after her, yelling her name he made everyone turn in their direction.

“Y/N!!! I want to talk to you!!!” Y/N wandered into the massive mansion trying to get away from him, but Aemond was right on her heels. She turned a sharp corner only to feel his calloused hand grabbing her arm, pulling her into one of the rooms. He slammed her against the door locking it quickly before making the space between them nonexistent. Her breath hitched and he smiled knowing just how easily flustered he made her.

“So…how was your vacation, my love?” He smiled running his thin fingers up the slit of her dress, his nail softly grazing her supple flesh. “Look, Aemond…I told you this last time was it. I’m not doing this again. Y/N hesitated taking a deep breath. Attempting to stand her ground she pushed at his chest. “So your really going to cut me off? Well, baby you’re doing a terrible job. Seems like you wore that dress just to turn me on?”

“You’re such a conceited cunt, Aemond. You know that right?” She laughed in his face..teasing him. A devilish grin curled at his lips, she always knew what to say to set him off good or bad. He loved that about her regardless of how toxic it may seem to everyone else. But, they didn’t understand what the two had. She held his mind, his body, and his very soul like putty in her hands whether she knew it or not. “Please, Y/N..do not tempt me. I want to take you right here..” He groaned into her ear, nipping at her earlobe before looking into her eyes again.

She couldn’t lie she did miss him their insanity and toxicity was unbecoming, but it was theirs nonetheless. She loved this game they played even if it took a small toll on her heart each time. “What’s stopping you? You’re too much of a pussy to actually do it?” She giggled testing him…it was always something she said or did that always sent him into a mindless frenzy and she just tapped into it again.

“Oh…Y/N nothing but that dress is stopping me, but trust me I’m going to destroy you…” He excited her. How could those words that threatened make her feel so..alive. Their lips crashed into each others hungrily. She quickly removed his suit jacket while his hands were occupied with unzipping her dress.

He bit into the flesh of her bottom lip, hearing a moan from her. He growling possessive wanting to fuck her silly, but this damned dress was so hard to get into. Finally, her dress pooled to the floor and he lifted her legs around his waist keeping her pinned between him and the wall. He took her sweet nipple into his mouth moaning into her breast desperately.

Lifting her up he hoisted her legs on his shoulders. Her beautiful pussy slick with arousal. He looked up at her and she was watching him with heat. He buried himself with her leg kissing her inviting lips and delicious bud. She mewled in pleasure letting him devour her with ferocity. She bucked her hips forward grinding her cunt against his tongue while he licked and sucked on her sensitive ball of nerves causing the coil in her stomach to tighten and snap with ease. He smiled pulling away not trying to send her over the edge just yet.

Being that this was his families home a bed occupied the room to their luck. He placed her down and sat on the bed leaning on his elbows with his thick cock exposed and waiting he nodded as if to say “On your knees…Now.” She fell to them without a qualm finding her way in between his legs a place she was rather familiar with.

A hand wrapped around his shaft and he sighed from her touch. She smiled kissing along his cock head leaving the stain of red lipstick on him. He leaned his head back feel her luscious lips wrapping around him. Her mouth working him like no other could sent him to paradise. “That’s so good, Y/N.” He groaned calling her name like a prayer. “Your so hungry for my cock, aren’t you my girl?” She cooed in response.

Suddenly he stood to his feet placing the palm of his hand on the back of her head burying his thick length into her throat. He loved the way she looked at him when she was like this. “That’s a good fucking girl..” He moaned bucking his hips forward. Letting his fingers undo her hairstyle he grabbed onto her thick tresses begin to thrust in and out of her throat. The tears welling in her eyes only turned him on more.

After a while Aemond want more and need to have her. He picked her up and laid her on the bed. He kissed her lips once more before flipping her onto her hands and knees. Taking her of her hair again he pulled he head back to look up at him as he towered over her. Prodding at her entrance he quickly pushed inside her feeling her warm walls embrace him. He stood there for a moment savoring such a feeling before he went to work. Holding onto her hip with his free hand he thrusted into her cunt without mercy.

Her cries only muffled by the loud music for them event that was happening below them. Both of them grunting like animals in the heat of the moment. Letting go of her hair he wrapped his hand around her throat pulling her back flush against his chest out a deep arch in her back. “That’s fucking right…take it.” He growled into her ear biting the flesh of her shoulder as she came undone.

He smiled loving how well she could handle such intensity. Realizing they needed to go back before people went looking for them he moaned in annoyance and whispered in her ear. “Are you ready to come for me, baby? We have to go back down soon.” Her whining made him want to say fuck this event, but he knew he was no where near done with her. “Trust me, after this is over you’re going to be exhausted when I get you home.” He picked up his pace the way he knew she liked and used his fingers to stimulate her ball of nerves until she reached her climax and he joined her soon after burying his seed inside her womb.

Cleaning themselves up a bit and getting dressed he helped her fix her hair. Before they went back to the party he pulled her close kissing her one more time.

#aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen #aemond smut #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #aemond x you #prince aemond #aemond the kinslayer #ewan mitchell

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thewhitefluffyhat · 1 year

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Ianthe’s Makeover Through a Femme!Harrow Lens

“This seems like a good week to post about how I relate to Harrow as a fellow androgynous-femme,” I say, taking cover behind an industrial strength blast shield. (Joking, joking.)

But in all seriousness, this post has been in my drafts for a while. I’d seen the makeover scene in HtN described as “confusing” when it comes to Harrow’s gender, and I honestly thought it was too on first read.

So I wanted to take a closer look!

Spoilers: I don’t think it’s as simple as Harrow being uncomfortable with wearing dresses in the abstract.

Rather, the main aspect that stood out to me as making Harrow curl up like a shivering wet cat is the loss of control and the sexual haze permeating the whole affair. And I really do want to underline the latter aspect, because even before Dios apate Minor enters the picture, Ianthe herself repeatedly frames what she’s doing in terms of making Harrow more sexually desirable. More fuckable, if you will:

"God, what's this? That's a bit risqué-" You grew desperate. "Let me pick." Harrow the Ninth, p264

"Not even one of the Emperor's fists and gestures could give Harrowhark Nonagesimus a sexy makeover. Sometimes I think you look like a twig's funeral. In the right light, though-" Harrow the Ninth, p264

"You look just good enough that I'm proud of my handiwork, but not so good that I'll be consumed with lust and ravish you over the nut bowl," she said. "I walked a fine line, and I walked it admirably." Harrow the Ninth, p266

But Ianthe also emphasizes: not too fuckable, Harrow shouldn’t misunderstand and become confident in her body, because Harrow is such a pitiful charity case that the only beauty she can ever hope to attain will be scraps distributed at Ianthe’s mercy. She’s… she’s literally doing the High School Mean Girl schtick of “I’ll help you look pretty as a favor, but don’t you dare challenge my place in the pretty pecking order.”

Which, to be honest, probably says a lot more more about Ianthe and Coronabeth and their issues than anything about Harrow! Like, tell me more, Ianthe, how do you feel about constantly being described as the lesser twin to your face? I’m sure that’s never hurt you and you’re not projecting here at all, haha.

But regardless of its effectiveness, to me this strategy reads as an attempt at a very femme-vs-femme power play. You want to talk about gatekeeping femme identity? Surprise surprise, so does Ms. Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss!

As a result, Harrow, being a delightfully contrarian and passive-aggressive little shit even in the depths of having her agency denied, protests this in whatever small ways she can still find:

As an act of meaningless rebellion, you applied the sacramental skull of the Priestess Crushed Beneath the New-Laid Rock, the least beautiful skull in the canon. Harrow the Ninth, p266

“Fuck you and fuck trying to win your rigged game I didn’t even want to play,” essentially.

But note that Harrow doesn't wear a masculine-coded skull to protest Ianthe’s dress. (Are there gendered skulls in the canon? Muir could easily have made one up here, or had Harrow wear a pattern normally used by her father, Crux, or Ortus.) It’s not being seen as feminine or femme that she’s objecting to. Instead, Harrow goes for the ugliest skull, the “I don’t want to be perceived as desirable from any perspective” option.

And this actually reads very true to my own experiences! I’m somewhere between an androgynous and a non-mainstream feminine presentation myself, and I’ve had basically this exact same fight over what to wear at a social event. Right down to finding subtle ways to make myself less attractive to subvert the other person's attempt to control my appearance. Better something ugly that I chose myself than something playing by the rules that femme = signing up to be judged on the fuckability scale.

(Not, to be clear, that there’s anything wrong with pursuing or enjoying sexual attractiveness! Just that being forced into it feels really awful.)

Now, the topic of what does and doesn’t count as femme is… fraught and basically impossible to definitively nail down. But presenting as femme and/or feminine as part of one’s queerness often involves being in dialogue with other forms of femininity, picking and choosing which aspects to keep and which to reject. I’ve seen lipstick lesbians talk about their over the top makeup as a way to mark themselves as different from the heterosexual “natural look” norm. I myself love the gothic lolita look, because I like the idea of being seen as “feminine” in a transgressive way, but also potentially in a way that strikes other people as less sexual. (Though the nuances of lolita fashion could be a whole other discussion…)

Harrow’s presentation preferences aren’t quite the same as mine (she does not enjoy being seen as smaller or more childish), but she seems to share the desire for her unusual femme aesthetic to implicitly deflect from sexual interest rather than attracting it. She’s using her religion as a socially acceptable shield against Ianthe’s advances. Because given Ianthe’s reactions to the subject, flirting with a nun seems to be at least a little as taboo in TLT as it does in our world:

You simply said, “I have always slept alone.” “You don’t say.” You heard the primness in your voice when you said, “I am betrothed to the Locked Tomb, Tridentarius. I slept on a cot in my cell.” “I always forget you were an honest-to-God nun...” Harrow the Ninth, p260

Ianthe is an asshole who ignores Do Not Touch signals, but I think Harrow’s desperate clinging to her nun robes is, in part, another assertion of this implicit boundary. So I read the makeover scene as Harrow having an allergic reaction to being sexualized and objectified against her will (and to the entire idea that correctly performing as femme requires one to aspire to such), rather than disliking being perceived as femme or even feminine in general.

A second layer to this scene is the slimy cultural aspect to what Ianthe does. If the paint and full-body coverings are the Ninth's version of proper female attire, then Ianthe is forcing Harrow to perform to a very Third ideal instead:

“Will you take off that grotesque skeleton corset?” “No.” “What about your face paint?” “No.” “I do not know why I ask these questions,” she said. Harrow the Ninth, p265

I'm always wary of assuming modern racial dynamics apply to TLT’s universe, but y'all... this scene is a white woman forcing a brown woman from a stigmatized, minority religion to perform a normalized Western standard of femininity. Up to a rebuffed attempt to remove her face/hair coverings. Regardless of how much this dynamic applies in-universe, the real life parallels are not exactly subtle! Harrow could be the most feminine femme to ever gender within her culture, and what Ianthe does would still be extremely gross and coercive.

It’s also another direct callback to GtN - Ianthe forcing Harrow into fashionable Third norms is an inversion of the scene of Harrow forcing Gideon into Ninth facepaint. The same way that Harrow’s demeaning “Griddle” gets a dark reprise in Ianthe’s “Harry” and several other echoes in HtN of Harrow having to endure similar treatment from Ianthe as she once abused Gideon.

Ianthe is insisting that in order for Harrow to meet the dinner party’s standards, she must compromise her own culture’s standards. That Harrow’s own ceremonial robes aren’t expensive or nice enough to pass in a formal setting. She can be a well-dressed femme, or she can be a Ninth nun, but not both. Again, I don’t see Harrow’s objections to this treatment as being in conflict with Harrow having a femme-leaning identity, so much as Harrow being made wretchedly helpless and humiliated by having her Ninth heritage erased to fit Ianthe’s Third tastes.

Still not convinced? Finally, let’s contrast Ianthe’s makeover with the scene of Harrow getting ready for Abigail and Magnus’s anniversary in GtN:

She put on her best and most senescent Ninth robes, and became a skinny black stick swallowed by night-coloured layers of Locked Tomb lace. She fiddled with long earrings of bone in front of the mirror and repainted her face twice. Gideon the Ninth, p168

In any case, both she and Harrowhark turned up, gorgeously gowned in their Locked Tomb vestments, painted like living skulls, looking like douchebags. Harrow clinked when she walked with the sheer multiplicity of bonely accoutrement. Gideon the Ninth, p169

Here, Harrow is dressing purely according to her own decisions, and she actually doubles down on the more stereotypically feminine lace and jewelry rather than aiming for something wholly androgynous. She also does her best to appear neat and presentable here despite being a scruffly gremlin most of the time. Perfectionist that she is, Harrow is still nervous about her ability to perform it, but she’s confident in the specific femme aesthetic that she’s aspiring toward.

(Side note: You know who else wears an excessive amount of jewelry at Canaan House? Coronabeth. Was Harrow trying to look more like Corona, and if so, why? More crunchy gender food for thought…)

Ultimately. if your takeaway from the Ianthe makeover scene was "ah, Harrow would have been more comfortable if Ianthe gave her a suit" …I wouldn’t say that’s unreasonable. You could certainly do an alternative read of the scene as Ianthe force-feminizing a butch or nonbinary-leaning Harrow. (And if someone writes that essay I would love to read it!) But I don’t think that’s the only valid interpretation, and my personal read of the scene is that Ianthe is trying to coerce Harrow into a sexualized and gatekept definition of femme that Harrow strongly rejects.

It’s the pain and powerlessness of being told you’re doing your own gender wrong. Then having someone “helpfully” show you how to perform it right …only to look in the mirror afterwards and recognize yourself even less. And at that point, starting to miserably wonder if you’re even allowed to be your gender at all. Does that make sense?

Well, even if it doesn’t, thanks for reading to the end! 🖤 💀 🖤

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #ianthe tridentarius #tlt analysis #my tlt stuff #my ramblings #read more #note: edited a few bits 1.10.23 for further clarity of terms #anyway this seemed like a good segue #from last week’s ianthe-themed queue #into the harrow&ianthe art queue I'm planning to do next

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lemonlover1110 · 2 years

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I don't know if you still receive requests but can I request a smut with Satoru and reader friend from college, and she had a crush on him, but he always seem disintersted, at least from her POV. She makes nsfw videos in cute sexy outfits and in the end as she finally finishes says something among the lines of - I want to thank my biggest fan, I know you've been watching me, Satoru Gojo. - and then one day they meet in a cafe and he teases her about it ?

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Filming, Vaginal Sex, Cream Pie, Teasing

You always compliment him, make some flirty joke which is met with some dry and cold response. Your efforts are subtle so you don’t expect Satoru to notice right away. Ever since you met him, you’ve been making those sorts of comments and yet he hasn’t caught on. He can’t be that oblivious, can he?

You’ve known Satoru for around six years, and you’re great friends. You have always hoped that the friendship would turn into something else, but he hasn’t shown any signs. He dismisses your flirtiness and treats you like a friend, nothing more, so of course he isn’t into you.

He’s never attempted anything with you, so you gave up.

You move on with your life, not really caring to pay much attention to your old friend, until you notice a ridiculous familiar username always commenting something under your videos, always leaving a tip. You don’t put it together the first couple of times, but when you do, it’s an immediate ego boost.

Now whenever you make a video, you think of him. Think about how he’s watching you on the screen and playing with himself while you show off your assets.

And today more than ever, you’re thinking of him. You set up the camera and show off your floral lingerie set. You model it a bit before you reach behind and unhook your bra, sliding it off. You show off your tits, squeezing them and pinching your nipples.

You circle your nipples before moving your hands down and playing with the waistband of your thong. You turn around to tease it a bit, showing off the cute little thong that soon enough will be on the ground. You lightly smack your ass before turning back around and taking off your thong.

You wet your fingers with your saliva before beginning to play with yourself. You take a seat and spread your legs, your fingers running through your folds. You begin to play with your clit before moving those fingers down and inserting them into your hole.

You play with yourself just like you always do since it has never been an issue. Your viewers enjoy the video regardless. They support you no matter what you do because you have a pretty face and a perfect body.

You begin to moan as you continue playing with yourself, speeding up your fingers. It all just feels so good. Your mind keeps going back to Satoru, and how you wish he was the one who was touching you. You know he wants the same thing.

He’s explicitly commented the dirty things he wants to do to you, and you can’t help but think about that as you touch yourself. You fantasize about his hard and thick cock entering your cunt and ruining you.

“Fuck-” You moan. Your other hand goes down to play with your clit and your orgasm quickly builds up. Your toes begin to curl and your breathing becomes unregulated but you stop before you can actually reach your high. You take your fingers out and stand up, looking for your toy.

Once in your hand, you sit down and put the toy in your mouth. You put most of it inside your mouth, licking it up and wetting it with your saliva. You hollow your cheeks and move the toy back and forth before taking it out and moving it down.

You spread your folds with your fingers, showing off your cunt before running the tip of the toy through them. You align the toy with your entrance before slowly pushing it in, an exaggerated moan leaving your lips.

You begin to move the toy fast, while your free hand plays with your clit. A gushing noise quickly fills up the room as the toy moves in and out of you. You moan loudly, your free hand switching between your clit to playing with your nipples.

You can only think about Satoru doing all those things to you, and you nearly moan out his name but catch yourself before you do. You still don't stop thinking about him. You continue playing with yourself, and your orgasm quickly builds up.

This time you don’t bother to stop it, and loudly moan as you reach your climax. You take the toy out and begin to catch your breath. Instead of finishing the video like you always do, something comes into your mind when you grab your phone.

“I want to thank all of you for supporting me- Especially my biggest fan, Satoru Gojo. I know you’ve been watching.” You wink at the camera and blow a kiss before stopping the video.

You watch over the video, and once you see that everything is great, you post it.

You continue with your life normally a month after posting the video. Satoru doesn’t bother to contact you, which leads you to think that it was all a mistake and the person that comments regularly and tips you isn’t him. But he didn’t leave a comment on that certain video, while he has commented on more recent videos. So you have your doubts but at the same time you still believe it is him.

He hasn’t tried to contact you or has said anything about it to you, so perhaps it’s not him. Your mind is all over the place because you can’t possibly figure it out. Maybe you got the wrong person and you just name dropped him for no reason– That thought embarasses you.

But you try to move on with your life normally, not giving it much thought. You wait in line to order some coffee since you have a long day ahead of you. The line seems interminable, and you look behind to see the many other people lined up, and that’s when you spot him. And he sees you too, a smirk forming on his lips.

He walks over to you and stands right next to you, ignoring the people that were in front of him, but now are behind him. He stands next to you, quietly for a second and neither of you know what to say, until he bends down to whisper in your ear, “Thanks for the shoutout, but next time I’d prefer if you took my suggestions instead of just calling me out.”

Your cheeks get warm and you both take a step as the line moves along. You aren’t sure how to respond, but he continues. “Maybe bunny ears? Don’t you think that’d be cute? I can take you shopping for some other cute sets. I saw one and thought it’d really look cute on you.”

“It’s rather indecent to say those kinds of things in public.” You keep your voice low as you speak and he just smirks. He stands up straight and pulls out his phone, conveniently enough your phone is on the screen. He shows you the screen, but only you can view it.

“How cute~” He comments and your gaze avoids it. He takes his phone back and begins to scroll through your account. “Do you think you could show me?”

“Show what?” You ask. You grab your phone and unlock it, and Satoru begins to think of a discreet way to ask, then he thinks about just texting you. Before he can send the text, he receives a photo from you and his eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Since you’re in line, get me an iced vanilla latte. I’ll wait for you outside.”

You walk out leaving him in line. You sit down on the chairs they have outside and look through your phone, thinking of your next move. You lower your brightness and hide your phone as you look through pictures that you can possibly send. You get lost in trance until your order is put right in front of you and Satoru sits across from you.

You get an idea as you take your foot out of your shoe, and you decide to stretch your leg. Your foot lands on his thigh and he doesn’t say anything. “Thank you, Satoru, you’re such a sweetheart. Not only do you buy me coffee but you give me hefty tips for my work.”

“Shouldn’t I-” He begins and is cut off when your foot begins to rub his clothed crotch. He tries to play it off as he takes a sip of his drink. “Shouldn’t I get a reward for my tips?”

“Hmm…? Like this?” You continue and his cheeks get pink. You finally stop when you know he has an erection. You continue smiling and being friendly. “It’s been so long, how are you?”

“Just working… y’know?” He answers as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “How about you? How’s the pornstar life treating you?”

“I’m not a pornstar.” You tell him before taking a sip of your drink.

“No? Then what?” He questions. “What do you call a woman who fucks herself in front of a camera for money? Let’s not even mention the hundred thousand people that follow you.”

You roll your eyes at him and continue sipping on your drink. You finish it rather quickly so when Satoru is ready to ask a question, the cup is empty and you’re standing up to throw it away.

“It was nice talking to you.” You smile at him and he’s about to stand up but he stops himself.

“Aren’t you going to solve the problem you caused?” He asks and you put your index finger on your chin and pretend to think about it before shaking your head.

“You see how I solve my own problems, maybe you can do the same.” You suggest, making him furrow his eyebrows. You take a seat again and smile. “Or you can meet me at my car when you finish your coffee.”

He doesn’t feel like drinking coffee anymore. He stands up and throws it away, and you stand up as well. You both walk to your car, and when you get there you quickly get in. The windows are tinted so neither of you care.

You’re on top of him, pushing your panties to the side while he unzips his pants. You kiss him, your tongue entering his mouth and pressing against his. You’re both so eager and the kiss reveals so.

Your hand begins to stroke his cock while you both continue kissing. You begin to align his cock with your entrance, and slowly lower yourself onto him, making him pull away from the kiss as he moans. He’s bigger than you expected. And he feels so good.

You begin to bounce on top of him and he just looks at your pretty face, your lips parted as you make yourself feel good on top of him. Just like he imagined so many times before. You look so pretty. You always do in all those videos.

“Hmm… So good-” You moan as you move and he can’t help but agree. His hands go under your skirt and he gropes your ass.

“So much better than a toy, right?” He stutters a bit when he talks, but he still gets his point across. You hum in agreement.

“Much better.” You agree while he stops groping your ass and begins to play with your clit. You close your eyes, enjoying the moment. You’ve always wanted this but it seemed impossible.

But now you know it’s possible and you’re going to take advantage of it.

“Are you always so tight?” He asks, loving the way your cunt sucks him in. “Fuck- Maybe you should use me for your next video.”

“Satoru-” You moan, your orgasm quickly approaching. It overtakes you and you come around his cock fast. So he takes control and begins to do the moving for you.

“So fucking pretty.” He says as his own release approaches. He’s just thinking about releasing his cum inside you. And he loudly moans when he finally comes, filling you up. And you both stay still for a moment, your breath unregulated. He pulls out his cock and fixes your panties.

“That was really good.” You tell him, as you catch your breath. He hums in response before pecking your lips.

“We should do that again sometime.” He suggests.

“I hope you’re not camera shy because you’ll be on my next video.”

#gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #anime #jjk #smut #jjk smut #gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru smut

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pureshoney · 1 month

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"i don't see the point in buying a rock, ains. plenty of other stupid shit i could spend my money on," and he did so often. it just came with the territory of having a ridiculous amount of money that wouldn't be deemed necessary under any circumstance. but he worked hard for what he had, even if it came stained with blood. ainsley didn't know what he actually did, not yet, at least. he's content with letting her believe that he's just some low-tier drug dealer. still, he figures that soon enough, he'd have to come up with more excuses because he had far too much money to simply be the guy that stands on the corner waiting for shady-looking cars to pull up and ask for some coke. "good, but make sure they're pretty. i don't want any grandma panties in my car," teases as he gently gives her exposed thigh a squeeze. "i do wanna see you model for me, baby. that sounds fuckin' perfect to me …" already could imagine it. sat on a seat in the middle of her living room, and his girl walked and danced around him in those skimpy outfits she used to wear when she performed on the ice. maybe they should stop talking about it because the more they do so, the higher the urge is for him to turn around and return just so he could see her in those dresses. however, he won't. abel needed to behave tonight; they were going to go on this date and act like civilized humans for at least an hour. an hour because he wasn't actually sure he'd be able to keep his hands off his girl's body for much longer. "the point is i know how to speed, that's different from those fuckin' jackasses that know they can't push over fifty and do it anyways because they wanna be cool," points out in his defense. "i feel like giving a massage is kind of easy, besides … if you touch my shoulders and you can't automatically feel the knot? i think you might have bigger problems to get sorted out," he's teasing her, of course, but regardless, it'd be nice to relax, even if it were for a few minutes. homme just shakes his head as she continues to laugh at the thought of him in those skimpy leotards figure skaters wear; sure, he'd go figure skating with her, but he'd never fold and wear one of those outfits. abel considered them reserved for her and only her. "i mean, you'd look fuckin' sexy, but you'd definitely be getting a lot of stares," but they'd bow their heads once they realized how she'd walked in with. "i agree, that's why i save those kinds of restaurants for rare occasions," once they're at their booth, abel allows her to take a seat first, but he makes sure that he's the one that has the view of the door before sitting across from her.

#˚ ༘ thread : abel & ainsley.#ringdcwns

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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ahhh i’m so excited for this event!! may i request a fem!dom!demon reader who’s the “king” of hell paired with zoro, kid, & law (or any other combo you think would be hot for this concept)? i’m thinking a body worshiping/orgy scenario where they get to become human again if they can satisfy their king. thank you!!!! <3333

Hi hi!! sure!! I hope you don't mind me adding a little blonde prince to the mix :3 I really hope u enjoy! I'm super happy of being able to write more femdom cause there isn't a lot out there and we need more! Enjoy babe!💖

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑲𝒊𝒅, 𝑳𝒂𝒘, 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒐 & 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑫𝒐𝒎!𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

➡Tw: Nsfw, femdom. Kid x Law action. Zosan action. Degrading language. fingering. masturbation. mutual masturbation. oral. cum swallowing. dp. vag. cream pie. implied anal. ➡Wc: 3.3k ➡Want more? visit the masterlist

“Zoro-ya! Stop walking away, you are gonna get lost. Those stairs aren’t taking you anywhere” “Huh? But… I think I know this place, as if I had been here before” “Quit the bullshit you two, where the fuck are we!?”

They have fallen into a pit, it’s hot and steamy. Zoro, who is absolutely careless about his own situation is more interested in knowing where the hell is Sanji, and if he actually fell with them or not. Law, who understands nothing, but has enough brains to think, he is sure this must be something similar to hell -If not hell itself-.

Whereas Kid is ready to destroy everything just to find a way out, regardless of the place they are in… but, he notices something weird…

“Oi Trafalgar, can you use your devil fruit powers?” he asks, sweating and dropping his feather coat away. He is panicking internally because he can’t find kairoseki on him.

Law, who turns at him with a hateful stare swears he is able to cast his room. “Yes, what do you mean? Of course, I can… ROOM!” he puts his hand in position, but nothing creates the blue bubble. “Room… ROOM!!!” he screams, shaking his arm with futility.

A sudden and sexy woman’s laughter surrounds them, it’s as sensual as terrifying. Is dominant, making Law shut up immediately and stand still with a shiver running through his back.

“Welcome to Hell, my sweet mortals”

She appears walking down the stairs they swore take them nowhere, fine black dress allowing them to see her exposed hips. A corset so tightly tied around her waist, long black hair almost grazing the ground. A bloody lips smile, longer nails like claws and horns that make her look like the mere queen of the place… And that queen, are you…

“What you are trying to do here is absolutely pointless, you can’t use your powers… devil fruits are called that way for a reason, don’t you know about that? I am the one who controls them…” you say, smirking at both of the users in front of you.

Kid, who is about to scream at you, gets stopped by Zoro’s overwhelming complaints. “MY KATANAS, NOW” he demands, walking past his friends and standing right before you when he realizes he hasn’t got them tied to his right side.

You laugh, grazing his lip with your fingernail. “I think I’ve seen you here before, Roronoa Zoro… You should know by now who is your superior here. You will have them back, eventually” you tell him, fixing your eyes into his burning steel one.

Of course, he never cared about respecting any kind of authority that’s not his captain. Kings and nobles can suck his dick, but above all, he considers a king himself and he won’t comply to any orders. “Give me the katanas back, woman” he repeats, glancing with hate towards you.

Haki waves makes his friends a little weak, but not you. Haki is pointless when it comes to the Queen of Hell.

“Haki? Haha! Stay still, little moss ball. Kneel before the King of Hell” you command.

“King… of Hell? I’m the King of Hell!” he protests back, making you laugh at how cute his audacity makes him look. “Ah… Roronoa…” you giggle, and barely touching his forehead with the tip of your finger you make him feel like he is out of breath. His knees hit the ground, and as Zoro looks up at you like a puppy, you pat his hair.

Law and Kid blink repeatedly, the vice-captain of Mugiwara is not that docile… king, queen, the devil itself, whoever you are they should obey… because you are strong enough to reap their hearts out of their chest with no effort.

You make Zoro follow you on all fours towards the two captains. They kneel in front of you, even if you haven’t tell them yet to do so, and you are delighted. “Ah… you two, I knew I didn’t need much to make you my bitches”

Kid bites his red lips trying to fight against himself. Is not that they willingly decided to subdue to you, but your tempting and imponent presence was enough for them to do so.

You bend towards the red haired, his cheeks in between your fingers, squeezing them until his lips separate and they become shiny from the saliva running out of his mouth. “You want to come back to earth? Hum? Then, dear Kid, you will obey the Queen of Hell… ok?”. “Yes, my Queen” he says, absolutely scared of his lips moving by themselves.

Lastly, Law. The most docile, but the less deserving of being in Hell. You graze his cheek with loving motion. “No need to tell you anything, right? I’m sure you want this either way”

His silver eyes look up at you, like the cutest puppy. It makes you smile so sweetly, even bite your lower lip. “See, learn from your friend you two pretty beasts!” you tell the others, patting the side of your hip.

“Follow me… on all fours”

Soon, the four of you get to your special “room”. The biggest throne rises, red velvet covers it up and it’s made of gold, purest gold. You tell your victims to stop moving, as you crawl up the seat. The fabrics covering little of your skin fall to the ground, showing them only finest lingerie. Dangling golden jewellery chains round your body, a sinful goddess that make them drool. The devil herself, the fallen angel that became ruler of the land of lust.

You smirk at their gawking faces, they swallow, and they move side to side with their heels pressed against their cores. They probably need release already; they are falling into a pit of pure sinful concupiscence moved by the erotic show your body is producing.

“The three of you are eager to taste the honeys of my body, I see… let’s make a deal, shall we? If you are able to satisfy the Queen of Hell, I will allow you three to come back to Earth” you tell them. Kid and Zoro look at each other and just as they do, they try to reach for you by standing up. Wrong decision, Law knows best, he is the one staying still in his spot. And he does it so well, with his tattooed hands resting over his thighs and waiting for your orders.

You shake your head side to side, showing Kid and Zoro how wrong they are for acting on their own. You lift your hand to stop them, making them fall back to the ground, panting and feeling like they are being crushed against the hot floor.

“No. No…” you roll your eyes back, enjoying how they struggle to breathe with sadist thoughts. “Did I tell you to come here? I didn’t. You will move when I said so, alright? Now, because this is a game of punishments and rewards, Law dear come here”

Law nods and stands up; he walks up to you and wait for further orders. You know his friends are probably hating on him, and you rejoice on their envy, it’s like vital energy for you.

Your beckoning finger calls the surgeon closer to you, enough for your nails to rip his spotted jeans off his body. Hard, he is. Hard and dripping, so ready to be touched. “So hard already, Law?” you ask, grazing your palm from his belly button towards the base of his dick.

He flinches when you finally round your hand around his shaft. Law lets a small moan scape his mouth and his legs become weaker as you begin pumping. “See you two? This is what you could get if you obey like him!” you scold the rest, pressuring Zoro, and Kid to resist their urges and drool over the need to have their dicks touched too.

“You wanna get this too? Hum?” you ask them, while Law moans nonstop as you pump harder, up, and down. He ends up sitting over the armrest of your seat, sliding softly towards your lap. Zoro and Kid nod, desperately, almost about to touch one another just to get a little bit of release. Not that you would get mad about that, but they want you, above all.

You laugh, their desperation is making you more and more horny and you are enjoying this way too much. “Very good, take your clothes off and start jerking off. The one who lasts longer will get a prize, while the other will be punished”

Both men open their eyes wide, at this point they know they won’t resist much but either way they try. Side by side, they undress and kneel. Always there, they begin pumping up and down. Grunts mixing, a symphony of three lust driven men playing the song of sin.

“Come here, Law. Show them what they will win if they make their best!” you chime, kissing the tip of Law’s dick and making him kneel in between your legs. Spread, and dripping, you present your sex to him. “Come on, have a taste of the Queen”

The doctor, still panting, and a little bit frustrated because of you having denied orgasm, attacks your core with his tongue. He, for sure, knows exactly what and how to do it. Up and down, around you clit, focusing on giving you the best out of himself. And so good he does it, that you can’t help but throw your head back and swear. “Ah… fucking little bitch, you do it really well!”

His black hair tangles on your fingers as you accompany the licking motions with the movement of his head buried in your sex. There is also a beautiful scenery behind Law; the green haired samurai and the red demon slow down their jerking off just to stop themselves from coming, a thing that shows them how competitive they are. But nobody told them to stop, right?

“Don’t stop, or you will not get me” you mumble, resisting the urge to moan as Law works wonders on your core. And as you say, they comply, blushed, sweaty, fixing their gazes in the way your lustful moans scape your lips.

Kid shows signs of his orgasm approaching first, he trembles and suffers. He wants to stop, but he can’t. “I- I’m sor- I-“ he stutters, bending forward and shivering as his palm and the floor under receive the leaks of his seed.

You laugh at the pathetique image of such manly man reduced to whimpers. “Haha, Kid you are getting punished!” you announce, calling him to come closer to you. Zoro keeps jerking off with a smirk on his face, he thinks he is the strongest for not succumbing first…

But little did he know… you know his secret…

Kid ends up on his knees next to Law; the surgeon keeps sucking you nonstop, and you can’t help but be delighted by the way his precum drips down him, making a poodle of pure neediness over the floor.

“You, tulip head. Lick my feet” you command, knowing the most exciting part of that is the humiliating look of someone so dominant doing it so. He doesn’t hesitate and immediately starts kissing the bridge of your foot.

You see Law trying to reach for his dick with those inked fingers, and you giggle. The puppy needs release, and you will give it to him. “Kid, jerk off your friend. That’s your punishment” you command, ready for their scared expressions.

Impressive enough, none of them dare to oppose your orders, and you are glad. Every person becomes weak when they have fallen in the pit of lust, and they are the living proof. The red-haired captain reaches for Law’s sex and begins to pump. The moans that scape his mouth become muffled against your labia making you shiver in pure pleasure. Shivers that are followed by your first climax.

“Shit you little puppy, good job Law!” you moan, allowing your climax to consume you for a couple of minutes before Zoro’s audacity pulls you out from it once more.

Zoro, who believes he is still a King, scoffs at the humiliating scenery of Law and Kid, who have been bickering since they met, now getting involved in something so sexual. “I knew you two would end up doing this, just because you are two sluts” he laughs, showing you how he is able to keep masturbating himself without finishing…

But is he really that strong?

“Sluts? Let me show you a real slut for you, Roronoa” you tell him, licking your lips as you snap your fingers. Your slaves appear at the door of the room, bringing with them a whimpering, all tied up, blonde man with them.

As he walks pass the swordsman, both cross their gazes. The blonde one, someone who Zoro knows too well, have trails of blood running from his forehead to his lips. He is not in a bad shape, but he had been clearly beaten up.

“COOK??” Zoro asks, stopping his jerking motions. “Mhh…” Sanji mumbles, he isn’t able to speak as his mouth has been sealed with a gag. “WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?” the samurai stands up, clearly angry.

“Sh, Zoro. Back on your knees, now. Your little cook is ok, he just happened to fall in here as he came to rescue all!” you inform him, laughing at how Zoro tries to look away from Sanji’s nakedness. And you smirk, that’s your secret swordsman, you aren’t stronger, you weren’t just interested in what was happening before your eyes… well not until now…

Sanji is brought next to you; while the surgeon is about to reach climax, as Kid’s strong arm keeps masturbating him, and he can’t take it no more.

The blonde, who stands right next to you, unable to move but flashing his blue eyes wide open to his marimo friend, receives your special hand treatment. His hard sex, eager to be touched, it’s the only thing Zoro is able to see. He begins drooling, now really hard.

“Ah, I knew it… every person has its weaknesses…” you laugh, using Sanji’s dripping precum to lubricate your palm so you can go faster around his shaft. “Come on, Sanji-kun! Let’s show your friend what a slutty bitch you are! You like this, Sanji?” you ask sweetly, but clearly sadistically to the moaning prince.

He nods, with legs trembling and knees pressed against each other. His hands, tied over his lower belly, can barely move its fingers. Soft white skin, getting red from the arousal and the heat. His eyes a little teary since your are now also playing with his back entrance and your finger.

“Zoro! Are you jerking off again? Good!” you encourage him, making him also blushed as he couldn’t stop fighting the need. “Are you jerking off because of Sanji? Hum? You like him don’t you?” you ask, making Sanji moan louder.

Zoro is unable to speak, he wants to look the other way, but he can’t. He feels humiliated, there is no way he is gonna say he isn’t into his friend now. Sanji… the cook!

More! More! Your lips get to Sanji’s right nipple, sucking it hard while under you Kid and Law have started making out, so sexily. “After all, they were little sluts… Zoro you were right”

A loud grunt ripped out from Zoro’s throat makes him squirm violently. The last pumps make him cum, squirting with his load everything around him. On all four panting, as his dick keeps twitching, and his seed sprouting from it you have the swordsman.

“No, no resting. Come here, you deserve a treat. Come finish Sanji!” you tell him, calling him to your side. The swordsman understands he is not a king, and he shouldn’t mess with the queen of hell itself, but in any case, stumbling upon himself he drags his lustful body next to the moaning blonde.

Sanji widens his eyes, Zoro is unable to stop himself, and his strong arms begin touching the blonde up and down… there is nothing to lose now, and Sanji isn’t really complaining either.

Your feet separate the two captains underneath you as if they were dogs about to fuck, that’s what mortals are after all. “Sh sh, you two… While these two fuck each other, you fuck me, now” you command.

Law’s face covered in red lipstick looks beautiful. Kid also looks precious, his hair now hang lose over his hair, Law’s past orgasm staining his abs and his upcoming orgasm that screams the need of being released.

Both stand up, their eyes land on Sanji’s squirming motions as Zoro is dedicated to make his friend with his mouth around the tip of his dick. “Leave them have their moment, they will join us in a moment!” you chime, slapping the blonde’s ass cheek.

You stand up, pushing Kid to your throne. “Don’t get to comfortable on the throne you, I know you! I just wanna jump on your dick” you warn him, these captains are always trying to be the king of something.

As the red haired gets on position you sit facing your back at him. Guiding his sex into you, you moan louder. He is big and wide, and it definitely stretches your walls really well, but, it’s not enough…

“Come here, Law” you take him by his hand, pulling him softly to penetrate you too. “Yes, Queen-ya” he whispers, getting ready to fulfil his duty. Quickly with him topping you, his shaft makes its way inside you, grazing Kid’s one.

You whine, Kid swears, Law moans. They begin to move, specially Kid, who seems to be the one dominating the hips motions. Kissing Law, sucking his tongue and biting his lip, you let them fully thrust into you.

Sometimes you take a quick look at Zoro and Sanji. The swordsman has his mouth fully occupied with the cook’s shaft, choking with it, and carving his nails on his strong hips. Sanji whines louder in between the gag, announcing he is coming too. A cum Zoro receives glad over his prominent chest, a tempting place to make Sanji pass his tongue.

You snap your fingers once more; “Bye, bye ropes” you command, burning them instantly and without them even noticing. “Use your tongue to clean Zoro’s chest, and them come here you two!”

Quickly the blonde does so, startling Zoro with his actions. While you laugh and flinch as you feel your walls stretch and clenching to Law and Kid. Your longer nails carved on the surgeon’s caramel skin, Kid’s teeth leaving marks on your neck as he bites you.

“Good boys, come on fuck your Queen harder!”

Soon, Sanji and Zoro joined you. You kiss the blonde, grazing his cheek; “Good job, little boy”. As for Zoro you smile at him, pulling him closer to kiss him too. “You should thank me, don’t waste this opportunity, ok? Now, put your mouths to work” you command, lifting your arms up so they can have fun with your breasts.

Four of the strongest men in the living world are cooperating just to make you scream, just to please you. Like it should be, Queen!

Soon, they replace each other, filling you up one by one. Their lips and teeth around your breasts, they dicks in and out of you, hands, so many hands grazing your skin… their skins, a mix of bodies that nobody can tell where they start and where they end. Sweating, moaning, biting, and kissing. Licking and dripping. Sexes being grazed, and holes being penetrated…

An unholy orgy, worthy of Hell… “You have sufficed your Queen, my sweet boys. Now, you are able to go back your world… unless you wanna stay a little longer…”

“MY QUEEN I WANNA ST-!“ “KUROASHI-YA NO!” “Cook… fucking damn it let’s go back!”

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vonpharma · 9 months

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w[h]ip w[h]ip w[h]ip wednesdayyyy

here's some franmaya, inspired by a text post that fucking lives in my head rent free. as soon as i saw it i knew it was going in sickfic some day.

Maya snorts herself awake, her eyes feeling like they’ve been sealed shut with someone’s faulty secondhand two-dollar hot glue gun. The snort turns into a dreadful cough, and she feels the bed shift ever so slightly, and then there’s a hand in her hair smoothing out tangles and facing some notable resistance. Tutting fades into the aether, dreamy and nebulous in half-sleep, and Maya feels a bit like a baby bird in its nest, coughing up feathers and weighted down by the warmth.

“Poor darling…” fusses the voice, and Maya remembers it’s Franziska. “That fever of yours just keeps climbing, doesn’t it?”

“S’fine,” Maya mumbles, half-alive. “Waifu smashed the cursed amulet.”

There is a moment of pure silence, the room entirely quiet besides the whirring ceiling fan and Maya's stopped-up breathing. The fingers at her scalp cease. Franziska clears her throat.

“Who… is ‘Waifu’?”

“Nngh,” Maya says, helpfully, before finally managing to get her eyes open. As soon as the light hits her face she feels the headache twice as strong as it was before. “I’ll tell you later, fuck—”

She makes a half-hearted attempt to scoot further up, prop herself against the headboard. It works, mostly, but her whole body aches like she’s carrying the world on her shoulders, and Maya finds herself out of breath by the end of it. With no small amount of nauseated disgust does she realize she's soggy, sweat plastering her bangs uncomfortably to her forehead and dripping ice-cold down her back.

“How long was I out?”

“About three hours,” Franziska says, her novel folded and bookmarked at her side. “Truthfully, I was hoping you’d be able to sleep a little longer, but… was it at least pleasant?”

“Uh,” Maya says, clearing some of the gunk from her throat. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I’m gonna break that rule we have,” Maya says, “about not telling you about my dreams.”

Franziska had made it known—passionately so—that people explaining their dreams to her was a pet peeve to end all pet peeves. She wanted nothing less than for the various fools who walked the earth alongside her to espouse foolish tales their brains foolishly invented while they were unconscious. For so many things in life, she had scripts that she could memorize—practiced responses that she loathed just as much, but that she could at least fall back on if the glare she leveled at small-talkers did not clue them in.

Being told someone else’s dream had no practiced script. What did one even say to such nonsense? Oh, how she despised it, and oh, how she loved Maya.

“Very well,” Franziska says, scowling regardless. “But only because you are so unwell.”

“I just think fever’s a dumb fucking immune response.” She throws a hand out, exasperated. “Our bodies are like, aw shit there’s germs in here, let’s see who burns first, fucker! And we aren’t even the winners half the time but it works enough that we just keep evolving to do it. Dumbest shit in the world.”

“Maya.”

“Right, yeah.” She grabs approximately seven tissues from the box on the bedside table and blows her nose at a frankly illegal decibel. “I had a dream about the Steel Samurai.”

“You’re not convincing me.”

“For a hot second I thought I was watching an actual episode,” Maya says, throwing the bioweapon in her hand in the trash. “The bad guy kept heating up the sun. And, uh, it got weird at the end but I’m pretty sure my brain was trying to make sense of whatever the fuck my immune system’s doing while it’s off the shits.”

For a moment, Franziska is silent, no doubt attempting to navigate in her head the proper way to respond to this information. In the end, all she ends up doing is folding her hands politely on her lap and saying, “That happened to me once.”

Maya looks over at her. “No it didn’t. You don’t have sexy PinkBalt dreams.”

“Correct, those words are completely meaningless to me.” And yet, Maya can’t help but notice that she is smiling. “But I once came down with something dreadful the night before a rather important trial, and I dreamt the individual states of Germany were holding a vote to raise my body temperature by 1.5 degrees.”

What?

“What?”

“The vote passed, I awoke in a feverish tangle of blankets, and I was over my illness instantly,” she says, amusingly matter-of-fact. “Vielen dank, Bavaria und Baden-Württemberg.”

Maya’s head feels fuzzy. The ache in her temples is subsiding a little, at least. She wants to be semi-coherent. To comment on that in a way that is meaningful, thoughtful. To laugh at how on-brand it is for Franziska to have dreams about something so procedural and boring.

Instead, she stares feverishly into the void in the far-off middle space and says, “Germany has states?”

“Good lord you are American.” Franziska, exasperated, pulls out from under the covers and rounds the bed, kissing Maya’s temple slowly and sweetly. “Thank goodness for that beautiful face.”

#wip wednesday #sicktember #sicktember 2023 #my writing

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dovahkinniez · 2 years

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I would absolutely love your take on nsfw for Teldryn Sero

` 𖤓 . . . TELDRYN SERO.

18+ only! sexual content awaits your very eyes, my kind soul. ps, i will try and stay gender neutral as much as possible but there is a tiny mention of a female bodied reader, so either don’t read if that’d make you feel uncomfortable! or skim/ignore that part. :]

hahaha oh boy. this man is a wildcard. expect the unexpected.

to start of pretty tame, his voice. ooooohhhh. his voice is so <33

this man will guide you with his voice from start to finish and he knows what to say and when to say it.

“you’re doing so well.” “i wanna hear you, love.” so smooth and ugh!

he’s a mix, sees sex as a fun activity but he also has his softer moments where he wants to simply get lost in the feeling with you.

when he’s feeling sentimental or softer he’s more handy, lingering touches, extra care, kisses on your skin and definitely an eye contact person.

he loves eye contact, if you can’t keep still he will hold you by your jaw, “let me see your face.” he’d say.

but i also see him being quite lazy after a long day - he just wants you to climb on top of him and have your way, he doesn’t mind. he’ll watch as you fuck yourself on his cock.

he’s a visual man, watching you get yourself off is what makes his blood rush straight down. so he likes to also watch you masturbate. will definitely join you and watch you as he fists his dick. “open your legs wider, i want to watch you.”

i see him as the type to not care about body hair or any of the sort. for you and him. he’ll use his mouth on you regardless and he’s too lazy half the time to shave himself, completely at least.

but he’s big. i know he’s big. but pretty big, not scary big.

loves to see your pretty mouth wrapped around it. feeling your tongue against him, the veins throbbing against the walls of your mouth as he pushes your head down further.

definitely let’s put grunt-like moans as you tighten your mouth around him, same as when he pushes himself into you as you basically suck him in greedily, moaning out underneath him.

he’s a warm person bodily wise so things get heated, hot skin with kisses and bite marks. it’s passionate and hot.

if he’s too lazy to actually have sex you both fuck each other with your hands, early mornings and he wakes up to you pumping his dick and he knows it’ll be a good day as he moves his hand down your body and between your legs.

knows the right places to use his hands and mouth and dick. he knows what you like and doesn’t mind going the extra mile every now and then to leave you shaking after.

overstimulation is his favourite, watching you completely undone by him with weak legs and breathy whimpers and he still isn’t finished. no, not until you’re begging him to stop because you’re so sensitive.

he promises to clean up, that’s when he moves down and ‘clean’ with his tongue as he greedily .. cleans … you. making you squirm with hands through his hair. his fist around himself because he eats you out for his pleasure. not just yours.

sex is definitely fun with him, though. trying new things out and even laughing if it doesn’t work out.

he’s definitely the type to begin it as soon as you walk back through the door. a trail of both of your clothing, greedily kissing and undressing before your back hits the bed and he’d on top of you ready to kiss and bite down, your thighs serve as earmuffs as has his ‘dessert’.

likes to cum on you rather than in, on your stomach/chest. you tongue, wherever. pulls out and as he’s cumming he watched you with half closed eyes, mumbling out how good he feels and how good you look.

if you grab his dick and do it for him he cums way harder and faster. hands gripped onto your shoulders as you lick his weeping cock and his head thrown back seeing the stars through the ceiling.

to be honestttttt… he’s just really sexy. he has natural sex appeal just oozing from him and his careless attitude exists in the bedroom too.

he knows what he’s doing even if he isn’t putting in too much effort. he just knows and he doesn’t brag, that makes it even hotter.

#☆ — mama dovie writes…#elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #elder scrolls x reader #skyrim #skyrim headcanon #skyrim scenarios #skyrim x dovahkiin #skyrim x reader #skyrim teldryn sero x reader #teldryn sero x dragonborn #teldryn sero headcanons #teldryn x reader #teldryn sero x reader #teldryn sero skyrim #skyrim teldryn sero #teldryn sero

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legendarymentalityblaze · 1 year

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Kanae x Beethoven My immortal beloved

this is a story based on the anime classicaloid enjoy (credits to art author )

IN THE AFTERNOON- setting

This takes place around 2-3 years when Kanae is finally 18 and Beethoven is let’s say 23 bc of his body and how he was made

-Mozart is skating around the house in his roller shoes

Schubert has been taken away by a kite again

liszt is out with Chopin

Bach is with Tchaikovsky and Badawerzsky

Starting now-

Kanae’s pov -

Guys I’m home with the groceries. “Spielen wir unsere musik!!!!!!!!!! NOT AGAINN. I ran into the kitchen where beeths was cooking gyoza of course. I asked what’s wrong and he told me Wolf knocked me over and he ruined my GYOZA - I held him back and in the midst of me pushing him he feel over and kissed me ! I’d never thought of him that way Ok fine maybe a couple of times and he seems like he would be a great partner!! It’s not the time -I blushed just thinking about it -😖🥴 MOTTES KUNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! IF YOUR NOT OUT If my site when I count to three your getting kicked out. Beethoven pov/

WE KISSeD me and the young well not so young anymore kissed. She obviously is the best wife material BuT woaH. ITS fate!!! Im so shocked 😮 am I really just standing here? “Beeths” she tapped me and it appeared she was staring at my 💪. Brings me back to sumo wrestling day I got so Buff and wolf was fat 😂. With her tap I snapped back to reality and asked “are you ok sorry abt the you know ~ For whatever reason my body moved towards her without even a second of hesitation and kissed her again. She had actually started kissing me back. Before I knew it we were making out! Crazy I didn’t even ask to court and what about my 🥟 gyoza.

Third person-

Liszt and Chopin were home, so was sosuke and Schubert managed to make it back, even Mozart thought he was safe as like 30 mins passed. They all walked into the kitchen and saw Beethoven at kanae making out. Liszt said “IT LOVE ❤️“ TRUEEE LOVE” Chopin- I’m going to my room and he ran away. Mozart - IT was supposed to be me how dare you lud kun.🥹 hope you are happy together. Schubert- NanI Senpaiiii😭😭😭😭. Kanaes pov-we instantly stopped but that had felt 😃 GREAt!! I whispered to him I love you and He told me I love you back. Then i screamed All of you get out!!

Beethoven-

a few hours later towards bed time, I asked Kanae for permission to court her officially. She said Of course!! ~a few months pass~

Kanae-

so I wanted to ask him if he wants to make our relationship intimate…. ugh it sounds weird but he won’t mind I think! Ik Bach and Akira are like legit adults but they already have a child!! (I’m gonna make a fic on that!!) I knocked on beeths door he said come in. It’s kinda messy in here but I love him regardless. So come to my room beeeethosssss🥺 “of course my immortal beloved” MY HEART MELTED. I sat him down and said so I wanted to ask we’ve been courting for 4 months and I wanted to know…. If your ready to be more intimate. Beethoven pov ~

I was blushing Intensly and said well my pass loved have been terrible but yes I am !with that she said Ok everyone will be out tomorrow so that’s when we can or at night when we do it after ok!” Hai. We started making out and I told her I loved her and gyoza she chuckled. IT IS DESTINY IT IS fate my heart said. She told me to get comfy so I took off my clothes and was left in my sleepwear of a t shirt and boxers like when I was sharing a room with wolf. She was left in a bra and 🩳 shorts. God she was beautiful as she was kind. Good night my immortal beloved.

The next morning~

Liszt- The festival is today and I look as sexy as always 💅🏻 CHOPIN Your coming with me and the gang. Mottes- Lud kun kanae!! He opened the door - are you coming wi— 😭 And shut it. He informed Liszt of how they are not coming and she smirked. Why senpaiii I should stay too!😭 she grabbed his ear and was wheeling Chopin with the skateboard. Off we gooo!! We will meet tool and bada and Tchaiko Chan there.

It was time -

We can start my girl said Beethoven- yes we can. May I? Kanae nodded. He unclipped her bra and pulled down her panties with his teeth. She also stripped him. The stood staring at each other and admired one another. He suddenly pushed her on the bed hovering over her . She gasped Ludwig~ said Kanae. Say my name again ok she replied Ludwig~ It sounds like music to my 👂 ears my beloved. Kanaes pov-

he started licking and kissing my throat and neck. I met a soft moan out when he kissed

my clavicle. I could feel his 😏 smirk. He sucker harder and harder leaving me with more moans in the end I had a hickey. I had just now looked down to admire his cock size and it was at Least 6-8 inches ! Like what you see? He smirked but then he started kissing me all over and made his way down where he started sucking my boobs they had actually grown in the past 3 years. He took them in and started sucking a lot he even played with the other one with his hand . I started moaning loudly! Mmm~ Ungh I screamed and I came a little.

Beethoven pov-

Your so beautiful and Kind and your doing great your virginity is mine and mine alone. All this time tho i had my music playing in the background for some real effect! After fondling her boobs, I made my way down to her vagina and started to lick up the cum. Her Moans were a symphony themselves. This could’ve been my tenth if I hadn’t died . Oh well 😆 After lapping up the cum, I licked her clit intensely and started to finger her. She screamed damn you really are good with your fingers. This went on and we both were enjoying it so I pulled out my fingers and said are you ready? Kanae view~ yes I replied. He slowly put it in soft Moans escaped my and his mouth. He started thrusting and told me your so tight. He said if I ever go deaf again I will never hear your beautiful voice. I said it’s ok my love we have each other and thats what matters. That made him tear up and hold my hand as he went faster and faster. Ungh~ Daddy beeths~ he gasped in surprise and I was so embarrassed. say it again girl.. daddy Lud kun. With that he came inside me and he said oh no I told him it’s all right when my mother came with dad and wa kin she put me on birth control damn her but still that’s ok! veeths pov-

Good . We sat there for a while and said round two and we both laughed and smirked. Just as we started loud moans escaped our mouths and the front door opened. We didn’t hear with the moaning and creaking of the bed.

third view -

where are you my kitty Chan and beetroot too said Liszt. Chopin ran to his room when he was free and Tchaikovsky and bada went to get the beer 🍺. Sosuke followed them. Then abruptly Chopin ran down and said to Liszt Yhey are doing things. NANI THEY ALL said and ran up there. They stood at the door and listened Liszt screaming it’s LOVE It’s love!! Schubert and Mozart cried and laughed. Chopin put on headphones and tchaiko and bada didn’t care. Kanae pov - OH NO They heard us we immediately stopped and then laughed and cuddled together while everyone settled while the coast was clear we both hopped in the shower.

Beeths pov -

girl do you need help cleaning your hair? Ummm sure bae !! I put shampoo and started then she gave me a shoulder rub. We got out the shower and got dressed and went downstairs. Wolf was crying and Schubert said do you adore Beethoven senpai as much as me to Kanae?!!?! Yes I do and I love him till death do us part. Then you have my respect. Liszt just smirked and everyone was playing cards so we started cooking 🥘

6 months later- We went to the beach on our anniversary and brought everyone. Wagner and her parents came to as they were home off a trip. On the beach I suddenly went into music mode. “Spielen wir Unsere Musikk!!! I turned the beach into an enormous ball and gave kanae the most extravagant dress. I had the most gorgeous suit. I got on one knee and said to my immortal beloved, would you make me the happiest man in all the universe and classicaloids and marry me! She cried and said yes. Our vows were poems I’d written

Be calm; for only by calmly considering our lives can we achieve our purpose to live together — be calm — love me — Today — yesterday — what tearful longing for you — for you — you — my life — my all — all good wishes to you — Oh, do continue to love me — never misjudge your lover’s most faithful heart.

every yours

every mine

ever ours

#Classicaloid #smut books #anime boy #Kanae x Beethoven

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ladylooch · 7 months

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Letters in Your Last Name- Chapter 35

A/N: One more.. and then we are all here together on Tumblr 😘 Love the name of their last baby.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+ Content!, Pregnancy, birth.

I chew on my lower lip as I stand in front of our full length mirror in the master bathroom. I’m wearing a black dress that comes to just above my knee. It’s a black, loose, flowy material to accommodate my almost 7 month pregnant belly. The sleeves are lace and cover my arms fully, which is good for December in Minnesota. It’s New Year's Eve and the team is having a get together to celebrate the incoming year. It will be mine and Kevin’s first night out without the older babies since the season began. I’m looking forward to quality time with my husband, but I wish I didn’t feel so blah today.

From the moment I woke up, I knew it wasn’t going to be a good day. Which sucks. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. But I woke up in full blown pregnancy mode including all the aches, swelling, and fatness my body could muster. I couldn’t even get out of bed this morning without a gentle push from Kevin on my butt. Now, I’m trying to squeeze my fat whale of a body into this black, stretchy dress.

In my previous pregnancies, Kevin would always tell me that I’m glowing. Not once this one has he told me that. I can’t say that I blame him. I’m not this time around. In fact, I think I actually hate being pregnant now, which is crazy considering how deliberate we were with this decision. Maybe that’s the problem. I jumped in with only bliss, completely forgetting about how shitty pregnancy can be.

“Babe, your parents are here for the kids.” Kevin calls to me as he walks into our bedroom. I frown at my reflection one last time and then step out of the bathroom. “Ooo, you look stunning.” He immediately tells me with this handsome grin that makes me swoon a bit to the right. Despite that, I narrow my eyes at him and waddle to our closet to grab my shoes. “What?” He asks as he follows.

“I look fat as fuck.” I snap, grabbing my black Louboutin pumps. I look down at my feet and sigh, throwing them back into their place. My feet are way too damn swollen for those tonight. I look at my Uggs, seriously considering putting them on. Kevin watches me cautiously from the doorway.

“Tell me what to say.” He speaks softly. As a veteran husband, he is careful with his approach. He knows if he tells me I’m skinny, I’ll get mad at his lie. Or if he points out the obviousness of pregnancy, I’ll get mad at him for treating me like an idiot. Nothing could save him if he agreed with me.

“Nothing.” I snip. I find another pair of Louboutin’s that I can fit my feet into. They are booties and will accommodate any extra swelling I have from standing on my feet tonight. I stuff my feet in, thankful they do not have zippers, and walk towards the door my husband still leans against.

“I’m sorry for doing this to you?” He tries with a tentative laugh, blocking my exit from the closet. I stare into his eyes with an irritated expression. His eyebrows pull together in sympathy. Timidly, he reaches out for the bump between us. “You’re almost there, babe.” He encourages me. I close my eyes as he rubs his hands into my tired skin. It feels good when he touches me so sweetly. He gently holds the weight of the baby in his hands by lifting slightly. “Last one.” He repeats to me what we have been saying since we conceived this one.

Yes, one. We do not know the gender of the baby. Maybe it’s weird that we chose not to find out on the last one, but with this being it, we wanted to add some excitement to the completion of our family. Regardless, it will be a tie breaker. I sigh and reach for his body, burrowing into him. His hand smooths my back over my dress.

Kevin pulls me back from his chest, tilting my head up to look at him. His eyes travel over every feature of my face. I can tell he likes what I did with my make up. It’s smoky and sexy with burgundy lips that tempt him to taste me. Slowly, maintaining eye contact as long as possible, his lips meet mine. At first, the kiss is sweet, then his hand travels down to my ass and he changes everything with a tight squeeze. I feel warmth pool between my legs as his tongue glides into my mouth. Our tongues tangle together. His hand, still gripping my ass, pulls me tighter to him. His erection dancing along my stomach. His other hand grabs mine and puts it against his buldge. I immediately give his dick a squeeze so he grinds his hips further into me.

“Seven months pregnant and nothing has changed about how hard I get when you touch me.” He mumbles to me. When my lashes flutter open, I lose my breath at the sight of him looking at me. All the insecurities from earlier are wilting away but now, I want to stay home with him rather than leave. Unfortunately, my parents are already here.

“That worked.”

“Good. Now go greet your parents while I fix this.” He kisses me again and then moves aside so I can head downstairs.

“You look beautiful!” My dad exclaims when I walk into the kitchen where the kids are finishing dinner.

“Thanks, dad.” I smile at him. Even married and pregnant with my third kid, he’s still my number one fan. “Did Kev give you the bags?” I ask him. I run my hand through Lacey’s pony tail as she chews on her apple. The fine brown hairs feel like silk against my skin.

“Yep, already in the car.” My dad confirms to me. “Just waiting on Lace to finish eating.”

“You might be here awhile.” I tease. I drop a kiss to her head and go to her brother.

“Remember, what we are doing tomorrow?” I ask him.

“Hockey!” Luca yells. His tone is eager causing the adults in the room share a laugh.

“Yes, we are going to Sawyer’s game. Grandma and Grandpa are bringing you. Mommy and daddy will see you there, okay?” He nods in understanding.

Kevin enters the kitchen a moment later and we share a look. It’s loaded with sexual tension. The grin that stretches across his face makes me want to fall to my knees. I bite my lip in response and return my gaze to our oldest.

“Arbeitest du noch an diesem Apfel?” He speaks to Lacey in German. She nods her head. It’s surreal sometimes to realize my kids know two languages I don’t. But our goal is well on the way to being accomplished for both to be fluent in Kevin’s home languages- Czech and German. This off season, with three kids in tow, we are heading back to Switzerland for the summer months. It’s sure to be an adventure.

“Lacey, how about we pack that up for a snack later?” My mom says. “Your parents are going to be late for their party.” My mom sucks in her cheeks and throws me a knowing wink. Kevin and I can’t help but snicker.

“You two go now and we will lock up when we are done.” My dad insists, shooing us to the door.

“Okay.” I lean down and give Luca a smooch. “I love you. Sleep good.” I run my hand through his hair before moving back across the kitchen to Lacey. I pass Kevin going to kiss Luca. The brush of his arm ignites a fire that dashes through to my feet. I trade kisses with our daughter and then stand to my full height.

“Thank you for taking them.” I say to my parents. The baby moves around as Lacey reaches out for my bump. I grab her small hand and place it against the fluttering kicks I can feel. She looks at me with wide orbs as I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

“Bye baby.” She says with one final pat. I wrinkle my nose cutely at her and give her another kiss.

“You are a sweet girl. I love you.”

“Miluji tě.” Kevin kisses Lacey with a Czech I love you. She smiles at him adoringly.

Yeah, I get it, honey. He does that to me too.

After grabbing our jackets, Kevin and I slide into my Range Rover and head off towards Joel and Kristina Eriksson Ek’s house. The ride there is comfortably quiet as Kevin and I hold hands. When we pull up to their home, several members of the team are already there. A few more couples stream in as Kevin parks the car a few driveways down from their house. We walk hand in hand down the street. Luckily for me, it has not snowed in days and the street is clear from any slush or ice.

“Sam!” Kristina yells when she sees me a few moments later in her kitchen. “I’ve been waiting for you! I made this mocktail just for the preggos and I’m dying for you to try it.” She is obviously tipsy as she grabs my hand and drags me from Kevin. “Here!” She thrusts it into my hand. With my pregnancy senses heightened, I can smell the booze in the cup immediately.

“Ah..” I turn around and look at Kevin, giving him a grimace. He laughs and comes to my rescue.

“I think this one is mine.” He winks at me before taking a sip. “Holy Fuuuuck.” Kevin sputters with a cough. He wipes at his wet lip as it curls up in a grimace.

“Oh, shit. That was not the mocktail.” She cringes in confusion. “Where did it go…” She scratches her head and turns around, looking at the rest of the beverages on the counter. She had two stations set up, one with pre-made alcoholic drinks and the other with virgin options. It’s obvious that as people have been grabbing them, the cups have gotten mixed together.

“Maybe you can just tell me what to do and I can make my own?” I say to her with a reassuring smile. She agrees to that and rushes to the fridge to grab the ingredients. I mix together the drink full of orange, pineapple, cranberry juices and top it with a brief splash of Sprite. "Very good.” I nod to her. She squeals in excitement and then is off to her next conversation. I release a sigh and look at my husband.

“Changed your world, huh?” He motions to the drink.

“Oh yeah.” I let out a breezy laugh. “Baby likes it.” I tell him as I feel the kicks against my skin. I place a hand on the feeling of the feet. With all the noise and excitement, I know the baby will be awake most of the time we are here. Kevin reaches for my hand. We switch so he can touch the baby and we both sigh contently.

“Fuck, that’s cute.” Ryan Hartman says as he walks into the kitchen with Lauren, who is also pregnant.

“Don’t drink anything from those cups.” I warn her. “I can make you a fresh one.”

“Oh, yes please. I have insane FOMO over Kristina’s level of smashed.”

“The FOMO is real.” I agree with her. “When I was pregnant with Lacey, I was feeling left out, so I got Kevin super smashed on New Year's Eve to make up for my lack of participation. I kept encouraging him to do shots with Al. Joke was on me though because Kevin threw up in the car on the way home.”

“Did you puke!?” She gasps, understanding how touchy the digestive system and senses are when pregnant.

“No, but it was touch and go for a few minutes.” I admit with wide eyes.

“I should do that to Ryan.” A mischievous glint to her eye. “You should do that with Kev too!” She whispers and giggles to me.

“Not tonight.” I raise my eyebrows suggestively at her. “The babies are with my parents and I need him on his A game.”

“Get it.” She nods to me as I hand her the red solo cup with the juice. “Oh… this is good.” She compliments me. “Ope, baby likes it too.” She laughs.

“I know.” I laugh, covering my belly. “This one bounced around too after the first sip.”

“So… we cheated.. We called the doctor and asked what we are having.” She admits. “We couldn’t wait anymore.” This will be Lauren and Ryan’s first baby. It’s been a tough journey for them to have kids. Turns out, the Stanley Cup win wasn’t just lucky for Kevin and I. It’s exciting to be able to share some of these moments together while pregnant.

“And…” I trail off.

“Boy!”

“Yay!” I clap to her, rushing around to give her a hug. “It really doesn’t matter, but it’s so exciting to know.”

“It really is. I finally feel like I can picture the baby now. And he’s perfect.” Her eyes melt dreamily. I can tell she’s imagining him now. “No matter what you are, you two are going to be friends.” She speaks to our bellies. The baby flutters against my ribs, catching me a bit by surprise.

“Is he moving? My baby is.” I laugh as she nods. “Already besties!”

Lauren and I continue to chat in the kitchen. Our husbands wander off at some point. Kevin joins the Europeans on the team and beings conversing with Brods and Ekker in Swedish. I can hear his infectious laugh from where I am in the kitchen. My eyes raise to him. I watch as his lips connect with his bottle of water, before he almost spits it out while laughing at something Brods says. In mid sentence, he looks up and our eyes meet. I tilt my head at him. His response is a wink.

“Damn, I love him.” I murmur to Lauren when I pull my eyes from him. “I’d let him put ten babies in me if he asked.” I joke. “I don’t know how, but it just keeps getting better. Even now when this pregnancy has been so uncomfortable, he’s so steady and sweet and just Kevin.” I shake my head. “I hit the jackpot of husbands.”

“You did. The other girls and I always talk about how he looks at you. It’s obnoxious and perfect. Everyone around you two knows how obsessed he is with you. Like of all the guys on the team, Kevin would never stray.” She shakes her head.

“Ryan wouldn’t either.” I assure her.

“We’ve been together so long. I know too much.” She winks at me. “No, he’s a good man. I can’t wait to see him as a dad.” Kevin comes wandering up a few moments later.

“You okay, mama?” He asks me, placing a kiss against my head. “You’ve been standing awhile. Give those sexy legs a break.”

“Oh wow.” I giggle at his forwardness in front of Lauren. We turn into each other and I place my hands against his hips.

“Ready when you are.” He says. His grip on me tightens and all I want is to fall into bed with him.

After a handful of goodbyes, Mom and Dad are rushing out of the house to the car.

When we get home, we walk up the stairs, me in front and Kevin following closely behind me. I am trying hard not to waddle, but the weight of the baby makes it nearly impossible. I can’t imagine my husband really thinks that’s sexy. I frown as we enter our room, trying not to psych myself out before we even start.

“Oh no… you’re quiet.” Kevin notes as I sit on the bed and hold my foot out to him. There is no way at this point in my third pregnancy that I can take my own shoes off.

“I don’t feel sexy at all.” I insist as he pulls the first shoe off. I look at the door so I can’t see my swollen ankles.

“Babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I almost stopped you on the first stair so we could fuck there.” He laughs easily. “But if you’re uncomfortable, that’s okay.”

“No!” I yell quickly. “Just… give me a minute.” More than anything, I want this. After having no sex drive for months, I need to feel that release tonight. Mostly though, I want to have Kevin in the most intimate way possible. Kevin nods and pulls my other boot off. He heads to the closet and tosses them both in there.

Slowly, I lay back on the bed and close my eyes. I pull in soothing breaths and try to ignore the feeling of bloating, swelling, and overall bleh that consumes me. I hear Kevin’s footsteps enter the room again. His hands come to my thighs and he gently sweeps my dress up until it pools around my hips.. My eyes snap open in surprise as he pulls me to the edge of the bed. He’s on the floor, on his knees, and has a sexy smile as he looks into my eyes.

“This okay?” He asks me as he kisses the inside of my knee.

“Yes.” The word is eager.

His lips trail up my inner thigh until he reaches the edge of my underwear. I’m quivering before his tongue is even on me. Just the feeling of his breath has my inner muscles clenching, begging for him. His fingers move my underwear to the side and when he finally puts his mouth on me, I forget about everything. I forget about the baby. I forget about the million and one changes happening inside of me. Instead, my hormones take over and I release a moan that has my husband smiling against me.

“Kevin Fiala.” I sigh, melting into the bed. His tongue circles my entire clit before he moves his lips completely over it and sucks the slick flesh into his mouth. A wail of pleasure comes from my lungs as I weave my hand into his hair.

“Babe, oh my god.” I cry out to him, stretching my knees further apart. Kevin sucks harder then rolls his tongue against me. He does this consistently, playing with my sensitive bud until I’m crashing into suffocating waves of orgasm. My hand tightens into a fist, taking his hair into my fingers tightly. Kevin digs his tongue in deeper at the pressure on his scalp. “Ah!” I convulse at the intensity of it. Kevin pulls away with a satisfied grin on his face. I whimper and reach my arms up for his help to get me up. His hands touch mine and I fly into his body.

“Thank you. That was what I needed.” I say, kissing his lips. His hands are possessive as he grips me firmly to his body while our tongues connect.

“Anything for you.” He mumbles. He twirls us so he can sit on the bed. He pulls me down to straddle him.

“I’ve been wanting you inside me all night.” I whisper, moving my hips slightly against his. His response is instant and he groans. His hands slide up my sides and find my nipples. He brushes them over my dress and hot desire throbs between my legs again. I let out a moan and hold his wrists so he doesn’t move his hands away. He chuckles at the strong grip and clear yearning in my body.

“I think this might get you there. Coming twice before I’m even in you? Sexy.” His hands go to my thighs and he pulls my dress up, over my head in one swoop.

“I want you so bad.” I breathe out, arching my naked breasts into his hands more.

“Yeah and I fucking love it.” He growls, his lips finding the plump skin of my breasts. I bite my lip in anticipation as his tongues circles my nipple before his lips enclose over it.

“Kev, fuck me. Please.” I beg as his mouth works me over. I’m so hot and close that he could stay there for another minute and I’d be gone. But I want more than that. I want him inside of me. I want to feel the love and yearning as his body thrusts into mine. I want to feel his shudder as he reaches his climax.

“M’kay.” He responds, flipping me in one fluid motion so I’m on my back. He reaches behind me to grab pillows, then we work together to prop my hips into a higher position. He tugs my underwear down slowly pulling them off each leg. He grabs one of my ankles and kisses it lightly. I shake my head at him.

“Faster.”

“Settle.” He insists, as his fingers slide down my leg, circling my entrance slowly. “It’s been awhile. I want to do this right.” I hiss out a breath and push into his fingers, trying to speed up his motion. “Baby.” He laughs at my neediness. He pauses, looking into my face and seeing the desperation there. “Okay. You win, like always. Fast, then slow.”

I giggle as he shoves his pants down before pushing his thick erection into me. After a few fast, deep pumps, I’m gone, shivering in delight as wave after wave crashes over me. My arms stretch out above my head as my back arches off the pillows. I open my eyes and look up dreamily at my grinning husband. He’s really enjoying this night.

“Just how I like you.” He gives his head a teasing tilt. “Now can we do what I want?”

“Sure.” I shrug then shoot him a challenging look. “Just keep making it this good.”

Kevin smirks in response and drives deeper into me.

Backing down from a challenge? Kevin Fiala would never. _ _ _

“Last time.” Kevin whispers before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Last time.” I repeat to him confidently as the nurse puts the oxygen tube into my nose. The hair net is ready to go, the sheet is up, and I’m high as hell on all the drugs imaginable. Kevin reaches for my hand and squeezes it tightly as we begin the final walk down this road. As much as I want this to be it and I want to meet our baby, I’m also feeling devastated at this being our last time. Parenthood… it’s indescribable some days.

“Leo or Lena?” I ask Kevin to guess one final time as I feel the pressure increase in my abdomen.

“Leo.” He says quickly. I nod that I agree.

And then we wait.

“Dad, what is it?” The doctor finally asks, holding our baby up over the sheet for Kevin to see.

“Oh… we are wrong, babe.” Kevin exhales to me with tears in his eyes. “Hi Lena.” When he says her name, she lets out her first sob.

“Lena!” I am giddy with delight. “I for sure thought boy!”

“I’m seriously outnumbered now.” Kevin cringes, but the smile on his face gives it away. Being a girl dad is pretty great.

Soon, Lena Lee Fiala is in her daddy’s arms and he’s bringing her down to me so we can see her face.

“She looks like you. At least there is that.” I smile to him. I run a finger along her petite nose, smiling at her distinct Czech features, including her dark hair.

“For now. Just wait, she’s going to turn into another mini you and I’m toast. I can’t say no to that beautiful smile.”

“Lena.” I murmur to her, reaching down to brush her warm cheek. She flinches at it, but settles back into her swaddle as I rub gently. “Welcome to the world… our missing piece.” I look at Kevin when I say the last sentence.

He smiles and leans forward to connect our lips.

When we are home from the hospital three days later, the five of us are in the living room, staring at our newest and last addition. Luca is practicing how to say I love you to Lena in Swedish. Three languages isn’t enough for him. He insists on being the carbon copy of his dad.

“Jag älskar dig.” Kevin corrects his pronunciation gently.

In an instant, I’m transported back to Sweden and Kevin is telling me he loves me for the first time. The newness of it. The electricity of the smiles between us. The sureness in his voice. I fall back to now, looking at everything that love has created. It’s overwhelming so I suck in a steadying breath at the fresh tears. Kevin’s eyes find mine and he seems to know, like he always does. He takes his hand off Lacey’s back and reaches for me. I weave our fingers together and his thumb glides over my wedding rings.

What a life we have created on this foundation of love.

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