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My contribution to the James Potter in a crop top fest
@ye-olde-trojan-horse it's here hehe (praying to every god out there he likes this because his writing is *chef's kiss*)
@croptopjames happy to serve this community 🫡
My Idiot
Word count: 1023
TW for mentions of transphobia and dysphoria, it's mostly people gossiping and Reg being insecure about his gender (are his insecurities based on mine? possibly 👀)
“Dora?”
Pandora opened her eyes.
It was late at night and everyone else in the dorm was asleep, if Pandora went by the snores of Barty who was practically laying on Evan, and the smile Dorcas always made when she was dreaming.
It was one of their monthly sleepovers, since, with Dorcas not getting along well with the girls in her dorm and Pandora being in Ravenclaw, they didn't get the chance to meet up apart from meal times and classes. They’d organized their first sleepover together in second year, when Dorcas had come into the boys’ dorm saying she’d had a nightmare, and Barty sent Regulus to get Pandora, since he was the only one able to solve the puzzle needed to open the common room. They spent the whole night in Barty’s bed, holding onto each other for comfort.
It was now 4 years later, and Pandora turned their head around to see Regulus, who was the one who’d called her. He looked worried.
“Yes?” Pandora asked. Regulus usually didn't talk this late at night, especially with other people around.
“You know how i’ve been out to the school for a few weeks?”
Pandora frowned. She didn't like the way this was going. “Yes?”
“I’m a bit afraid of wearing the male uniform. In front of everyone, I mean.”
“Oh.” Pandora couldn't help but relax. They smiled softly.
After Regulus ran away two months ago, he was able to come out as trans to the whole school, and simultaneously make his relationship with James public. There were some negative reactions, but those were toned down pretty fast by James and his friends. Regulus still struggled to talk to Sirius, but he was slowly getting closer to the Gryffindors, especially Lily and Remus.
“Do you want to talk about it?”Regulus silently nodded, before taking a deep breath, and diving in.
“I feel like an imposter every time I make sure to look masculine. If I was an actual boy, I wouldn't need to make such an effort to look like one. I know it’s just my brain talking, but it’s still hard to ignore.” He lowered his head.
Pandora placed their hand on his shoulder. “Do I look feminine sometimes?”
Regulus looked back up at her. “Yes.”
“And do I have to do stuff like wear a binder or wear masculine makeup so people see me more as androgynous?" “Yes."
“Does that make my identity any less valid?”Regulus sat up, frowning. “What? No!”
Pandora laughed, bringing him down to a laying position to avoid waking up the others. “And that applies to you as well. You can wear the uniform now, or tomorrow, or never. It’s your choice. But do it because you want to, not because others want you to.”
Regulus relaxed, and put his hand on Pandora’s. “I love you.”
They couldn't help but smile. “I love you too, Reg.”
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the next morning
As Regulus walked into the Great Hall, wearing the male uniform, he couldn't help but notice a few whispers from people looking over at him. He took a deep breath, remembering Pandora’s words, and walked to his assigned spot at the Slytherin table, between Dorcas and Barty.
The two of them welcomed him, and, with the help of Evan, properly hid him off from the other tables and cussed off the ones who dared to look. Regulus looked down at his plate, feeling self conscious, and stared at the table as he felt the looks of others digging into his skin.
He started to regret his choice, even considering going back to his dorm right now. He repeated Pandora’s words of comfort as a mantra in his head, hoping to empty his mind.
He was taken out of his spiraling by the sound of a door opening suddenly, and talking all around the room. He whipped his head up, and what he saw was one of the most unexpected but delightful sights he’d ever encountered.
James was walking to his table as usual, except for the small detail that caused every student to whisper along themselves and a few wolf whistles to fly through the room.
James was wearing a crop top. A fucking crop top.
Along with his usual uniform trousers, he was wearing an old Quidditch jersey that was cut up to his belly button. And Salazar on a cross did he look good in it.
Regulus looked around for any form of clue as to why his boyfriend was parading in a crop top, and all he found was Pandora's eyes, looking at him from the Ravenclaw table with a knowing grin on her face.
They told him.
Regulus could feel his cheeks heating up as he saw James casually sit down at the Gryffindor table as if everything was normal, and couldn't help but stare at his boyfriend more than usual, that is.
“What’s up Regulus? Not feeling so well? Your cheeks are a bit too red, you must be sick.”
Regulus turned his head to see Barty with a face-splitting grin on his face, then turned the other way to see Dorcas and Evan looked the same
they were all in this. Dumbasses.
Regulus felt a smile climb up on his face.
They did this for me. So I wouldn't feel bad.
“But hey, At least I can see the appeal now. I get it, Potter’s smoking hot. Would you mind sharing, actually?”
And fuck no. That was not possible, in any sort of way.
Regulus only now realised all of the whistles going around the room, and he got up without a thought.
He shrugged off Barty’s calls and practically ran up to the Gryffindor table.
As he arrived close to James’ spot, his boyfriend looked up with a smile. “Hi, Reg! You-” James was interrupted as Regulus grabbed him by the collar, forced him up on his feet and kissed him in front of the whole school, one hand on his collar and the other at the back of his head.
As they parted away, James now a blushing, stuttering mess, Regulus smiled.
“You’re an idiot.”
My idiot.
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What can I say? They're my favorite.
#twdg#twdg clouis#clouis#twdg clementine#twdg louis#sometimes they creep back into my mind and i'm like 'ah yes' like a crow admiring a pretty stone they found years ago and kept#also thank you pi for the screenshots. i used to have a whole folder full of them but that was when i was doing themed nights#the source for these is me i just have a random document full of dynamics and ship things i enjoy because.....i dunno i like keeping track#and so many of them apply to clouis but there's also an overlap of with clouis and rose/alistair [my warden from origins and alistair] like#alistair's romance route is like an evolved matured and extended version of clouis sksksks gee i wonder if i have a type#look you present me with a character who deflects with humor and isn't taken seriously by the rest of the group and the longer you know the#the more you realize how high they've built a wall around themselves and how *unwell* they really are and how they're not as sunshine#as they present themselves and also they avoid leadership and responsibility until they grow closer with someone who pushes them#and they end stronger and more balanced as a person while finding the affection they've craved#and also there's the daddy issues#present me with that character as a romantic option and i'm in no questions asked okay i don't want the mean broody one that's meh to me#i want the one that has every reason to be broody but chooses not to be because they have a completely different defense mechanism#and a warped sense of themselves and self-esteem issues they leave unaddressed until forced to face them#i'm just saying i'm aware that i have a type i'm always going to gravitate toward clouis nearly checks all the boxes#also the lack of clouis these days? my crops are thirsty and i have too many ongoing projects to do anything about it other than this sksks#so until i make time to finish my long ass louis/clouis analysis this is the best i can provide for now
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lovrspell · 12 days
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Reflection
Pairing: Astarion x Afab!Reader (no gender specific pronouns used, only anatomy)
Summary: Astarion can't see his own reflection as he fucks you, but he can still see yours.
Warnings: 18+. Katoptronophilia. Body worship. Fingering. Hair pulling. Sprinkled some dry humping in there. PiV. Astarion has an oral fixation. Overstimulation. Aftercare.
Word count: 3,3k.
Masterlist.
(Screenshot ↷ by @cheekylittlepupp, I cropped it a bit)
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Astarion has accepted the fact that he'll never truly know his own appearance. Denied the privilege to see himself through his own eyes, he must rely solely on others' description to gather an image of himself.
Something which makes him feel particularly vain is hearing your own portrayal of him. You make him feel so beautiful, basically flawless.
You would tell him that he has hypnotizing ruby eyes, you would tell him about the way his white strands curl around his pointy ears or about the sensual curve of his upper lip — and he'll love it all.
In your bedroom, there is a mirror right next to your shared bed, against the wall. He likes to watch you through it when you get ready for the day or, which he prefers most, when you get ready for the night. Your pre-bed routine is sacrosanct and he somewhat finds it relaxing, too. He has learned the smallest of your habits in depth.
On the other hand, during your most intimate moments, he likes to turn his head to admire the shapes of your body, or, when he takes you from behind and holds his hand in the locks of your hair, making you sink your head into the soft mattress, he notices how your cheek slumps against it; how you drool, how your face contorts in pleasure...
On all the times it has happened, it has always been the breaking point for him. That view is all he needs to come undone. Perhaps that's why he doesn't do it too often.
So it usually ends at a quick glance, nothing more.
Usually.
He had different plans in mind tonight, it seems.
It's one of those nights where having sex was inevitable. It occurs when you feel that simply being close is not enough anymore; when you feel the compelling desire to mold into a shared existence and become one.
It's not that difficult to do something that makes the other shiver with the familiar thrill of arousal. By now you are used to it: you immerse yourselves in intimacy, in each other, ending up in a realm with no name, that is simply all yours. In moments of passion, you lose all sense of surroundings: be it on the bed, on a table, against a wall — on the floor, even. Nothing matters anymore, just the two of you.
“Come here,” he whispers against your lips, finally detaching from them after yet another intense kiss. He grabs your hips and pushes you onto his lap, his back resting against the headboard of the bed.
You follow the motion as your lips come to latch on his throat, where you plant wet kisses. Your arms reach around his back to wrap around him, bodies nestled perfectly like a lock and a key.
As you do so, you feel him doing something you absolutely adore: he lets himself go.
It's always a wonderful feeling: his muscles softening under your touch as he lets himself be touched, loved, explored; you touch him as if you are rediscovering him every single time. Moments like these remind you of how much he trusts you.
His head tilts to the side and he groans, arms snaking around your form and coming to a stop once they reach your rear, of which he grabs an handful.
He gives it a few gentle slaps, something he does to encourage you to come closer.
You oblige, scooting closer with your hips, making your sexes brush against one another above the fabric of your clothes.
His sex bumps into yours as he buckles his hips up gently one, two, three times. Enough for you to feel his cock slowly getting harder and harder under your spell.
The gentle movements earn a languid whine out of you, and you pull back from his neck only to meet his gaze.
Astarion leans in, parting his lips as his front teeth gently catch your cheek in an affectionate nibble, ensuring his canines don't intrude in it.
He adores those soft spots of yours. Perfect for his teeth to sink into.
You grin, giggling softly as you press yourself down against his hardening member; he feels the damp heat coming from your sex, even through your pants. Not surprising after your intense make out session that had been going on for at least thirty minutes.
A slow drag of your hips along his length is enough to make his nose scrunch up as he suppresses a hiss. You big tease.
His cock twitches for you.
But he's not going to let you know just how needy he is yet.
He moves his hands to your hips, bringing his lips to your ear and mumbling a gentle command: “Lie down, darling.”
You hum in understanding, but pull back from him reluctantly. The friction between your sexes had just started to feel nice.
You adjust on the mattress and as he scoots closer to you, your hands immediately reach for him again.
As he's at your side, his hands go for the hem of your trousers. His thumbs slip past the fabric so he can get ahold of your panties too, and slowly, he starts to pull them down.
Your breath is uneven already.
“Part your legs for me, yes?” he whispers, smiling wryly at you. He's awfully aware of how much these alluring commands can turn you on.
“Gods, Astarion...” you whine, biting the inside of your cheek.
He knows what that's about.
“Oh, come on. Don't be coy. You can't possibly be any wetter than what I've made you on other occasions.”
You roll your eyes, watching him as he slips those clothes past your ankles and finally, your feet.
Tossing them aside, his gaze returns to you and he gives you a knowing smile.
“Let me see it.”
You spread your thighs slowly, making space for him in between them — a space he immediately occupies. He looks down at your exposed sex, raises his eyebrow and hums.
“Could've been a lot worse.”
He takes such pride in knowing he can make you wet with so little. He'll brag about it. Tease you as if you can't make him hard as brick without even touching him.
“Oh, please. Don't start.” you reply, scowling.
“You know you love it.”
You're grateful he didn't notice the clench down there.
It is true, after all, that deep down you love it when you're left bare and exposed for him in all your glory — and sticky wetness.
Before you can muster up something to say, you feel a pair of cold fingers brush over your clit.
You gasp softly, as Astarion starts to trace delicate circular motions, swelling up that particularly sensitive spot. The pace is slow, but he puts a noticeable amount of pressure on it — enough to make your legs twitch slightly every time he touches it from a specific angle.
“How does it feel?” he purrs, persistently keeping his eyes on yours. “Feels good?”
All you can manage is a nod. Now, come on, you could've certainly saw his response coming,
“Use your voice, dear.”
You swallow, then mumble “It feels good.”
With his free hand he caresses your inner thigh, before slowly trailing it towards the hem of your shirt and pulling it up, up, up, until your breasts are left exposed.
The view is certainly pleasing to him — you could swear that you saw his ears perk up a little.
He sighs deeply, leaning down to plaster kisses all over your breasts. His lips find your nipple and he nibbles gently, sucking on it a bit. When he pulls back from it, a string of saliva still connects him with its hardened surface. You writhe in pleasure, wrapping both arms loosely around his head.
He rests the side of his face on your soft tit, his sensitive ear right where your heart sings a rhythmic armony. He listens carefully as it beats against his ear, closing his eyes. That's life flowing inside you. Your body hot and and lively and vigurous with passion is something he'll never tire to admire, feel or taste.
He can hear the noise the blood coursing through your veins makes, your heart pounding faster and harder as the pleasures builds.
In the meantime, his fingers trace your swollen clit for one last time before his fingers slide down to trace your folds expertly. When they reach the entrance to your sex, he traces a few circles around it.
“So wet,” he comments, sliding a pair of fingers inside.
They follow an agonizingly slow in-and-out rhythm. You squirm, moving your hips in the direction of his hand — it's not enough.
He feels his pants going quite tight as he works his fingers inside you, caressing your sweet spot in deep strokes.
“More,” you whine, squeezing his waist with your thighs.
He doesn't answer, but he does move his thumb to circle your clit gently.
He has to bite back a groan when your walls hug his fingers tightly and a pool of warm wetness drenches them.
You writhe underneath him and his cock responds to that unexpected motion with a twitch.
He pushes his hips down the mattress and ruts against it, since his cock is too far away from any part of your body that he could possibly hump.
He turns his head from one side to the other and as he newly nestles against your chest, adjusting comfortably.
Then he sees it.
Your reflection.
In the mirror, your arms wrapped around his head look like they're floating.
Back arched, lips parted, thighs squirming, eyes shut rightly...
You look sublime.
It's not the first time he's greeted by such view, but even so he can't refrain himself from commenting on it. You're stunning when you have any part of him inside you and you need to know that.
“Look,” he mumbles, but you don't hear him.
Lifting his head from your chest, he smoothly raises his free hand to grab your chin, turning your head toward the mirror. The abrupt motion interrupts your pleasure momentarily; his cheek presses against yours as you both face the mirror.
“Look at that,” he repeats, his fingers curling into your sweet spot deeply enough to earn a high pitched moan out of you.
Knuckles deep, his fingers now fuck you at a rather frantic pace.
“Gods, you're beautiful...” he mumbles, his eyes fixed on that image before him.
You don't even have time to process what he's saying that he's basically already grinding his hips against your inner thigh. He skillfully maintains a coordinated rhythm with his fingers even while he's pleasuring himself.
But this dance doesn't last long.
He has to be inside you.
You're about to approach the edge of an orgasm when he pulls away from you.
“Up,” he gestures with an hand, patting your thigh impatiently with the other. As you do so, taking your time, he's already unbuttoning his pants. Only when he lowers his underwear enough to let his cock spring free he does exhale a quiet sigh of relief. He pumps it a bit, glancing up at you as he does.
He's not surprised to catch you staring, lips parted to form an ‘o’ shape.
“Up, honey. On your hands and knees. And face that mirror.”
Oh.
“...The mirror?” you echo, raising your brows and searching his gaze again.
“Did I stutter?” he retorts, raising his brows in a familiar fashion, playfully mocking you. “Go ahead.”
You take a few moments to process that order but you eventually oblige, placing yourself on all fours in front of said mirror.
Astarion scoots behind you, hands coming up to the small of your back to press on it, making you arch. He hears your sigh as his hardened cock presses against your ass. His lips curve in a knowing smile when one of his hands cups your rear and squeezes gently. He drags his cock along it again, grunting.
You whine, looking back at him from behind your shoulder. “Stop teasing.”
“Patient is the key,” he murmurs, leaning onto you and planting a tiny kiss on your shoulder before his chin comes to rest on it. He observes your reflection with feline attention.
“Look up.” he orders, and so you do. You meet your own eyes, feeling a certain embarrassment; you've always found it kind of creepy how, whenever you cross a reflective surface and you're in his company, he's simply not there.
“Do I have to?”
“I'm not going to let that go unseen,” his hips press into you and he uses an hand to help himself part your damp folds with the tip of his cock. “you look so pretty when I fuck you senseless.”
You grunt as your lips part in delight, eyes fluttering closed. He fills you with his whole length, slowly, and you're already at his mercy as he begins thrusting at a lazy rhythm. Astarion's lips press on your ear and he hushes you when you whine, “I've not even started yet,” he mumbles, reaching an hand up to grasp your hair so to hold your head up. Yet again, you're forced to meet your own reflection.
“That's the problem.” you answer, earning a chuckle out of him.
“Trust me, darling, if I had let my instincts win I would have been ravaging you by now. But waiting makes the experience better, doesn't it?”
Every word whispered brings sweet shivers down your spine. His lips move down the nape of your neck as he makes sure you feel every single inch of him as he pushes in and out. The pace picks up gradually and his eyes never leave the immacolate vision ahead of you.
You look in absolute bliss, lip twitching up whenever he speeds up a bit. It's impressive how you seem to forget about the rest of the world in a flash whenever he takes you.
Astarion starts to get impatient with himself. His cock is straining and all he wants is to get straight to the point and fuck you into oblivion until you're a sobbing, stuttering, trembling mess. But he insists on fighting against that urge; he always plays this ‘edging’ game with himself. It makes it all the better, somehow.
“You there?” he asks after a few seconds, given the fact that you've gotten silent and dropped the whining. He lifts off your back and straightens his own. His hand leaves your hair, trusting you to keep you head up on your own.
“Hm,” you hum in response. It seems you've gotten quite fond of the slow, gentle rhythm.
He has to fix that.
Can't have you falling asleep now, can he?
His hands find the soft curve of your hips and he gives them a strong squeeze that only lasts for a second, like a warning. It seems to stir you up a bit.
He angles his hips in a way that ensures that each movement he makes meets your deepest spot. He switches to a rapid pace so suddenly that it almost makes you lose your balance and slip your hands past the edge of the bed.
Fortunately, Astarion's there for you.
He grabs you by the hair not so gently, pulling you up. Your back arches naturally as a yelp escapes you.
He grins, letting out quick puffs of breath with every thrust. One of his hands finds your throat and his fingers curl around it, while the other rests on your ass for good measure. He tilts his head back, loosing himself in the warmth of your wet walls.
But he quickly raises his head back up towards the mirror. Your tits, partially covered by the shirt you didn't bother to take off, bounce with every thrust. And as if that sight isn't enough to make his dick twitch inside you, he catches a glimpse of you rubbing your clit as he's fucking you.
This view somehow encourages him to give you more. So much more.
Until you can't handle it.
He uses the hand around your throat to pull you against his chest: an hoarse moan rumbles in your chest and fills the room as the movement chokes you a bit, but you don't mind.
His hand leaves your neck and find the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to expose your breasts further. His other arm snakes around your stomach and your head tilts back, resting against his shoulder.
Astarion doesn't miss the opportunity to plant kisses all over your neck, nibbling here and there and leaving a few scratches with his sharp fangs. He doesn't make too much of an effort to find the point in which your pulse pounds, pressing his parted lips on it and sucking.
When he makes sure he has left an hickey, lips find your earlobe and he bring it in between his lips, suckling it gently. “Such elegance in your every movement,” he sighs, voice low and alluring. “impressive.”
You whimper in response, and as he tilts his to the side, he catches your hand trembling in the reflection.
Your brain fogs up and you reach that moment in your ecstasy in which you go limp, letting yourself go completely. Your stomach slowly twists in a knot as your orgasm approaches.
“Let me do it for you,” he whispers, gently pushing your hand away, replacing it with his own. His fingers circle your clit in quick movements that match the pace of his thrusts, which, however, gets messier and sloppier as he approaches the sweet edge as well.
He groans as his free hand gropes you all over, squeezing and pulling on the softest spots of your body he knows by heart by now. You manage to open your eyes and see clearly for a couple of seconds and, well, you're surprised to notice that the view ahead of you does turn you on some more.
There's just... Something in the way you know that it's Astarion reducing you to such a mess and and most of all, its to be witnessing it in real time what earns a clench of your walls around his member.
The way your sex responds to that vision can't go unnoticed when Astarion is balls deep inside it.
He smirks, biting the shell of your ear as he rams inside you, chasing both yours and his orgasm. Your moans sound breathless as your clit swells with arousal under the tips of his fingers, aching for a release. You raise an hand up to grasp his hair, desperate for something to hold onto. You tilt your head so that you can meet his lips for a messy kiss, which Astarion reciprocates.
However, he breaks away with a growl when you start panting into his mouth. He watches the climax happen on your face, then your body: you tremble, losing control over your hips that chase those fingers on your clit and his cock. Both your shaking hands find his hips and you grip them tightly, dipping your nails in his flesh.
Your clit swells and your walls clench deliciously around his member, squeezing him in.
He stares, eyes wide and basically glowing.
His pace doesn't falter, not even for a second, although he pulls his hand back from your clit in order to focus on his cock straining inside you.
He whimpers desperately, getting impatient to come, which results in sloppier thrusts. His name leaves your lips in a sobby moan; you lose balance, letting yourself sink into the mattress.
He sounds so good. You grip the sheets tightly and he leans down, lips against the nape of your neck.
“Just a little more, a little bit more... I know you can handle it,” he mumbles breathlessly, feeling his cock twitch and balls tightening.
He looks up to meet the blessed view of you, squirming and spent as you cry into the mattress, muttering phrases of ecstasy he doesn't quite catch; he finds it adorable how you kind of... Lose your ability to speak properly when you're drunk on his cock.
His hips falter and he groans, sinking his fingers into your flesh and pushing you down against him. He feels his knees abandon him for a second or two as he spills his semen inside your aching cunt. The thought of pulling out didn't even cross him, not when you clench around him so tantalizingly.
He grunts, mumbling your name a few times as the last thrusts guide him over the wave of his ecstasy.
Next, he collapses on top of you.
You lower your ass under his weight, grunting. It takes a few moments, but he eventually lazily pulls out of you, unable to contain a small, content grin at the sight of his cum spilling out of your puffy sex.
He lays on his back beside you, making the mattress bounce gently with his weight as he settles. You turn your head to him, propping yourself up on your elbows.
He's following your every movement with his eyes.
“Are you alright?” he asks quietly, hand raising to caress your face.
You snuggle against the cool palm of his hand, giving up on trying to keep your eyes open. You give a slight nod, then ask: “Are you?”
“Do I not look like it?” he replies, smiling lovingly, fangs peeking at the corners of his mouth.
A comfortable silence falls between you two, but you're the one to break it:
“I might be into this whole mirror thing, y'know.”
He grins, narrowing his gaze. “Oh, love. I always knew you were a bit of an exhibitionist.”
“...It was your idea, I shall remind you.”
“And you went along with it.”
“I did.”
You yawn, leaning in to rest your head against his unmoving chest. He wraps you up into his arms and you do the same, lifting your head up to print small kisses all over his face.
You both lay there for a while, not bothering to get cleaned up right away: it has been like this ever since you've grown more comfortable around each other. You take it easy, savoring the aftermath of passion and the softness that comes with it, between giggles and stolen kisses.
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letjungcoook7 · 5 months
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Dearest Lua your Jungkook smuts are chefs kiss please let us have more 😫. If possible could you make a part 2 of your Jungkook tiktok one ? I love how cocky yet sweet he is in your writing
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that's what you get after letting him record you giving him a blowjob
playing on camera pt2
you can read pt1 here
☆ w.c: 1,7k
☆ pairing: bf!jungkook x fem!reader
☆ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.
☆ genre: smut, established relationship.
☆ warnings: mentions of blow job, dry humping, nipples sucking, oral sex (f), clit playing, clit sucking, bref anal playing, bref fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, sex tape. he records you both once again.
☆ author's note: thank you so much!!!! i was so happy when i got your request bc i wanted to make a pt 2 😌 i hope you liked it ❤️ you're so sweet!!!
You held his phone in your hands and pushed open the glass door, revealing a spacious living room with a plush white sofa at its center. The room was bathed in bright light, creating an inviting and fresh atmosphere. This was your favorite spot in the apartment, which had been rented for you and Jungkook to spend a week together while he was working.
Jungkook didn't immediately join you but observed your every move as you gracefully settled on the sofa, crossing your legs and wearing a mischievous smile. 
"Aren't you coming, babe?" you inquired, your lips curling playfully. Jungkook shook his head, emitting a chuckle as he approached you.
"You do realize I'll be hard once again after watching that video, don't you?" he quirked an eyebrow, reclining beside you. You nonchalantly shrugged, pretending not to be bothered.
"Well, that's your problem," you teased, taking the phone and pressing play on the video, which commenced with his dance. Nervously, you nibbled on your lower lip, anticipating what was about to unfold. As the dance concluded and you drew closer, Jungkook let out a sly laugh.
As soon as you started sucking his dick in the video, Jungkook sighed and took the phone out of your hand, wrapping his fingers around both of your wrists and bringing them above your head. You sighed in approval when his hips began to rub against yours and his belly touched your skin exposed by the crop top you were wearing. 
You opened your legs wide as he rolled, creating friction between your hips and his, making him moan. 
"Thank you for the delicious blowjob you gave, love. Now I can fuck you longer," he laughs and you tilt your head back, grunting as you move your hips beneath his to increase the proximity. He got the message because the friction became more intense.
Jungkook nuzzled his nose into your neck and inhaled your scent. You forced your nails into the palms of your own hands, you wanted to touch him so fucking bad and you could, if you pushed a little harder, but at the same time, you liked feeling submissive and vulnerable to Jungkook. 
His gaze rose to yours and you could notice how narrow his eyes were, dark, lustful. He lowered his mouth to your cleavage, freeing your fists. Your first reflex was to dig your nails into his back and he grunted in response. Jungkook pulled up your crop top, which already showed a lot of skin, and sucked your tits slowly, playing with your hardened and now shiny nipples, due to the trail of drool he had left. 
Jungkook's fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants and pulled them down, leaving you in just your panties. You sighed and, in a hurry, ripped off the cap he was wearing, leaving his messy hair falling over his own forehead and your fingers in the roots of his hair while Jungkook brushed his nose and lips against the fabric of your thin underwear. He could feel how wet you were through the lace, which made him smile contentedly as he took it off. 
“You’re dripping” he said in a husky tone, holding onto your hips and turning you onto your stomach. 
You were startled by the movement, but you lifted your butt and shook it, silently inviting him to touch you. Jungkook laughed.
"You're already sticking your ass out for me?"
Jungkook slapped each cheek, making your skin burn as he held you with strength and possession. 
"You do not like it?" you spoke in a stilted voice and looked at him over your shoulder. He growled in response, making you arch your back and bend your knees, sticking your ass out more. Jungkook stuck his face there and reached the entrance to your pussy, completely wet. 
His tongue slid into you with quick, intense movements, as if he desperately needed your taste to live. 
You swayed in a circular motion and he held your ass even tighter, forcing your pelvis into his mouth as he ate your pussy mercilessly. You moaned loudly, wishing the camera was still on so you could watch later and remember that he was just as obsessed with your pussy as you were with his cock. 
Your pussy pulsed and your clit was slowly caressed with Jungkook's tongue, which alternated sucking between his lips. Jungkook bob his head from side to side, using his tongue to explore. His mouth made audible noises and he was clearly moaning muffled. 
“I could cum untouched just by eating your cunt” he said quietly and you felt your pussy throbbing. 
Jungkook's head sank into you and you rolled against his tongue, feeling his hands forcing you even more. He then briefly moved his tongue up to your ass, rubbing it quickly there, bringing you very close to insanity. 
"Jungkook, damn it. I hate you" you said gushingly.
"It doesn't seem like it" he replied simply, moving his face away from your hip and pulling down his pants and underwear all at once. 
You looked over your shoulder, but the position didn't favor your vision at all. Jungkook slid the head of his cock through your entrance, placing just the dickhead and making you moan softly. You contracted around him, increasing the contact between your pussy walls and his cock.
“Do you want me to record my dick moving in and out of your tight pussy?” Jungkook asks and you ponder for a few seconds. Fucking him in front of the camera made you so fucking horny.
“I do” you said quietly, almost inaudible. But he understood and laughed, moving his hips back and pulling out of you to reach his phone. 
On the screen, your round butt appears with Jungkook's handprint tattooed on your cheek. You lift your ass more, improving the angle that the camera takes your body and Jungkook guides it so your pussy appears on the screen. Jungkook's hand tattoos appear on the screen and he separates your pussy lips, making your entrance very evident. 
"So fucking needy and wet" Jungkook murmurs and with his middle finger, he sticks his finger in your pussy and you moan, as its makes noise, "Ready for me." 
Jungkook moves his fingers quickly for a few seconds and, when he removes it, a thread of your lubrication connects his finger with your pussy, making him give a satisfied laugh. You don't know what's going on, but from the laughter, you whimper. Jungkook turns the camera on himself and takes his finger to his mouth and sucks it, tasting it.
 "Today she tastes so fucking sweet" he bites his lower lip and pokes the piercings that adorn your lip before returning with the camera focusing on your pussy and holding his own cock, at its base, rubbing his tip against you, before putting it all in at once. You both moan and he starts filming from above while forcing his hips into yours. You whimper and roll, rubbing against him as he thrusts in slow, deep movements.
"That's my girl," Jungkook says. "She loves my dick." 
He entwines his hand in the strands of your hair and pulls it, making you tilt your head as he inserts it, completely messing up the footage, which is now shaky, due to his faster thrusts. You leave your mouth open and moan loudly and affectedly, resting your hands on the sofa and arching your torso as your hips collide.
Jungkook goes deep, hitting you in the right places due to his favorable position and his skill. He ends up getting stressed about the filming which is now even more confusing and he throws the phone on the other part of the large sofa, stopping filming. 
With both hands free now, Jungkook holds your hips and continues his thrusts, making the walls inside you clenching unstoppable. His cock was hitting you deeper and deeper.
"Jungkook" you moan his name, "you are..." you get interrupted by another moan as he fucks you. "too deep." 
"What's wrong, babe?" he asked amidst heavy sighs "I couldn't understand it with you moaning so much" Jungkook lets out a dirty laugh and you sigh, making him maintain the pace he set before and you practically screaming. 
You knew you were being loud, but you couldn't help it. He continued for a while until he slowed down, now he moved his hips, rolling around, drawing an S shape with his hips, which made him move even more deliciously inside you. 
Mentally, you were thankful he was such a good dancer. You couldn't stop clenching around him, so he leaned over you and started rubbing your clit, his mouth glued to your shoulder. 
“Cum on my dick” he ordered and you closed your eyes, moaning non-stop.
Jungkook still fucked you while playing with your clit making you lose control completely. He breathed against your skin as you came on his cock. But your boyfriend didn't wait for you to recover and kept thrusting. He was almost there too. 
"Reach out your arm and take the fucking phone back for me." 
You did so and he put it back on the camera, slightly messing up the movements he was making, but he continued to hit you deep and you, now more sensitive, squirmed.
“I’m going to cum inside that pussy, fill you up with cum, put a baby in that belly of yours” he said angrily, his cock throbbing inside you. 
You rolled around to stimulate him and it was impossible not to do so when he was making you feel so much pleasure. 
“I want you to fill me up” you practically begged and he smiled. Jungkook was almost cumming when he pressed the record button. A few more thrusts and he started to cum inside you, his husky moan echoing through the room and the camera pointed at your back because he couldn't think straight. As promised, he filled you with jets of cum and when he finished, he filmed his cock buried in your pussy. 
The sight was delightful. He took his cock out of you and quickly filmed your entrance, overflowing with cum. 
"She's a cum slut" was the last thing Jungkook's dirty voice said before he stopped recording.
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bottle service
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in which: all yunho wants to do is fuck the bottle girl's brains out.
pair: big dick!yunho/small!afab!reader
word count: 3.4k
content: smut, completely consensual!
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Yunho didn’t have a type, per se, but he found himself always drawn to girls like you. His friends made fun of him, telling him that he had a lolita complex, but that was definitely, completely, 100% not true, especially because he was not at all attracted to underaged girls. No way. Absolutely not. He just liked dainty little women with soft facial features and short statures— what she could be wearing doesn’t matter to him at all (because, honestly, he would rather they wear nothing at all).
“Five bucks says he hits on her by the end of the night,” Yunho heard Mingi whisper to San.
“There’s no fucking way I’m taking that bet because we already fucking know he’s going to do it,” San, already completely wasted, conveyed his opinion along with his sailor mouth.
“Boo, you’re no fun,” Mingi frowned.
Yunho rolled his eyes. As Mingi and San continued to bicker in the background, Yunho’s eyes followed your every movement. He watched as your hair swayed gracefully while your short legs carried you around the room, making you seem like you were almost gliding. For someone so short, he was surprised to see you carrying multiple trays of beer, and his eyes flew wide open when he saw you effortlessly carry a huge bottle of champagne that could very well be three times your size— the bottle was bigger than your head for crying out loud.
“You know it’s going to be impossible to hit on a bottle girl of all people. Let’s be real, Yunho, she probably gets rich bastards hitting on her all the time, and she doesn’t even need that since she’s making so much in tips,” Seonghwa brought his voice down as he talked to the man.
“Yeah, just give up, dude,” Wooyoung added. “It ain’t never gonna happen.”
Clenching his jaw, Yunho was determined to prove them wrong. He walked away from the table and immediately up to you.
Now looking at you a little closer, Yunho didn’t realize that you were practically naked. You were wearing nothing but a cropped tank top and high-rise shorts, your red underwear peaking out whenever you bent down or moved your shoulder. Fuck, it just made the tall man want you even more.
“Hey,” he started, thinking that the line by itself would be enough.
“Hi, darling. Would your table like another round?” you, on the other hand, were in sales mode. You had no time to be flirting with this man.
“Actually, I—”
“Hey, Y/N! One more round for me and my boys!” another customer yelled from afar.
“You got it, darlin’!”
Yunho gaped as you immediately got back to work. He slunk back to his table and stood with a frown, the boys silent for a hot second before immediately bursting out into laughter.
“You’re an idiot, Yunho!” Hongjoong roared as he clapped the man on the back.
“San, you should’ve taken the bet,” Jongho pointed out.
“No, because the bet was on whether or not he would go and flirt, not whether or not he would be successful. If you said get her by the end of the night, I would’ve happily taken that bet,” San snickered.
“You guys suck,” Yunho grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Yunho wasn’t able to really focus on much after that. He wanted you even more.
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You stepped out for a smoke. God knows you needed it. Yes, the tips were really fucking good, but dealing with sleazy businessmen and frat bros spending all of their daddy’s money was less than ideal. Truth be told, there was only one table there that night that you didn’t mind serving. They all seemed like a bunch of well off dudes with enough money to spend but none of the pretentiousness. Especially that one super tall guy who approached you. He didn’t seem so bad.
“Just get over it. It’s not going to happen.”
Your ears perked up when you heard a man with the lowest voice on Earth speak from around the corner. You peeked your head around to see the tall man and another one of his friends from that table.
“You really suck, Yeosang,” the tall man pouted— God, he looked so cute with a pout on his face.
“She’s working, Yunho. Don’t bother the poor thing. Let her pay her bills,” the other man, Yeosang, lectured Yunho.
A curious smile emerged on your face. Were they talking about you, perhaps?
“If we leave her a big enough tip, then she could leave work early, and everything would be fine!”
“At the risk of her losing her job! It’s one thing to just want to sleep with her, but another if you’re willing to sabotage her life just to get some pussy tonight. Also, knowing you, you’re going to fucking murder her because you’re so big and she’s so small.”
There was only one short girl on your team, and that was you. So, yes, they had to be talking about you. Killing the rest of your cigarette, you sprayed breath freshener in your mouth and smoothed out your hair before walking around the corner and sashaying back into the establishment, making sure you gave Yunho a good view. Right before you went back inside, you looked over your shoulder and smiled at him briefly, leaving him with a rock-hard boner.
“Fuck…” you barely heard Yunho groan as he desperately tried to calm himself down.
A smirk lingered on your face knowing that you got the man all sorts of hot and bothered. Good.
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“So, Y/N, what’s it like to be a bottle girl?” Seonghwa asked you.
It calmed down in the establishment quite a lot after about an hour, allowing you to dedicate your time to the table that you were most excited to serve. You stood with them, the eight men towering over you. Originally, that would intimidate you, but given the information you knew about the tallest man of the group crushing hard on you, the height disparity didn’t bother you in the slightest.
“I mean, you can really see for yourself,” you responded with a smile. “It’s like being a stripper at times, but it definitely beats being a stripper since I don’t have to give lap dances to wasted men. I just serve them alcohol.”
“So you used to be a stripper?” San smirked— not at you, though; he was just trying to get a rise out of Yunho.
“Yeah, I did that for a couple of years before moving to the city and getting this job.”
“That’s so fucking sexy of you, Y/N,” Mingi, who was standing closest to you, stood the tiniest bit closer and ran his finger along your arm. You could see Yunho’s jaw clench when he saw what Mingi did to you.
With an exasperated smile, you grabbed Mingi’s hand and pushed it away while saying, “Buddy, you can look, but you can’t touch.”
“Not even if I tip you well?”
“She just said she’s not a stripper anymore, Mankgi,” Hongjoong swatted the back of the boy’s head. “Don’t do something stupid.”
You saw Yunho’s jaw relax, nearly making you laugh. Yunho was definitely subtle with his reactions, but you were keeping such a close eye on him that every single action and reaction of his did not go missed by you. He was such a cutie, and you were here for it.
“So, Y/N, what time do you have to stay and work until?” Yeosang, who seemed to be wingman-ing Yunho, asked you.
“We close at 3 AM, so 4 AM,” you sighed. “Gotta enter the tips and help the busboys clean up.”
“You would think as a sexy bottle girl, you wouldn’t have to do menial labor like that,” Wooyoung mused.
“We’re still employees,” you laughed. Then, bringing your voice down, you said, “But I like helping because sometimes we find loose bills around the venue. Free money.”
The place was practically empty by the time 3 AM rolled around. You realized that as you talked to the eight men, you talked to all of them except the man that you were actually interested in. Bummer. You couldn’t expect him to wait for you after work, so when they all left for the night, a light sigh left your lips, and you half-heartedly finished your work for the night.
Yet, at 4 AM, you left the building to see Yunho standing outside. It was a little chilly out, so you could see his breath in the air as he exhaled and looked up at the sky. He looked so sexy standing there with his hands in his pockets, his jawline and neck accentuated in the city lights as he held his head up high.
Of course Yunho was going to wait for you. You weren’t as subtle as you’d like to think— he noticed your sly looks in his direction when you were talking to his table, and he knew that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Fuck, you were so perfect for him, and he told himself he would do anything if he got to spend the rest of the night with you, even if that meant waiting outside for you for an hour. At least that gave him time to sober up slightly more (not that he had much to drink in the first place).
“Yunho, right?” you asked as you approached the man.
“Oh! Y/N,” Yunho, surprised, turned around to face you, a light blush appearing on his face. “H-hi…”
“Hey.”
Yunho was speechless for a split moment— you weren’t in your work clothes anymore, and you definitely had a lot more on than before, but your long coat just accentuated your short stature, making the man thirst for you even more. Your hair tumbled around lightly as the wind pushed it back, revealing the playful glimmer in your eyes. Yunho was smitten. Completely and utterly smitten.
“Sorry, I know it must be creepy for a man to be waiting for you after work— I’m sure it happens all the time, and I don’t mean to be one of those men, but I just—”
Yunho, rambling out of sheer nervousness, cut himself off when you approached him and placed a gentle hand on his arm. You gave him a half-flirty, half-appreciative smile as you looked at him. You didn’t need to utter a word for Yunho to feel reassured that the feelings were mutual. Thank God.
“Would you like to go somewhere with me?” you asked him, your voice barely audible over the rushing wind.
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Yunho couldn’t keep his hands off you. In the car ride to the hotel, he had his large hand on your thigh, rubbing slowly and sensually, but not going further than that. And then, in the elevator, he pinned you against the wall and grabbed the back of your head, immediately pulling you in for a rough kiss. You clutched and grabbed at his forearms as he fully overtook you, his lips completely devouring yours. He only got more rough from there when he shoved his hand down the waistband of your pants and panties, his fingers stroking your dripping folds.
“Yun— Ah! Yunho, w-wait,” you moaned, your words muffled against his lips.
“What do you mean “wait”, doll? You’re so fucking wet for me,” Yunho teased as he murmured against your lips. “I think you’re just as impatient as I am.”
“M-my legs,” you whimpered before inhaling sharply. “If you don’t wait, I won’t be able to stand…”
“If that’s the case,” Yunho growled before withdrawing his hand so he could lift you, his large hands grabbing and squeezing your ass as he suspended you in the air.
You laced your fingers through his hair and held tightly as you brought your lips to his once more, his tongue diving deep into your mouth as he resumed eating you alive. The elevator doors opened, and you for sure thought he was going to let you down, but instead, he continued to carry you down the hall, his lips still locked in a frenzy with yours. Soft moans and sighs left the two of you as you got to the room. Yunho unlocked the room and immediately rushed inside so he could pin you on the bed and rip your clothes off you.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” Yunho murmured as he gazed at your slick, his tongue sensually running along his lower lip. “Gimme a taste, why don’t you?”
You nodded shyly. Yunho’s hands went under your thighs and pushed your legs up, his tongue meeting your cunt. You cried out in pleasure when you felt his tongue slither inside you, his nose brushing against your clit as he ate you out. It was when Yunho lifted you up while continuing lick and slurp up your arousal fluid did you yelp, the man holding you up in the air as his tongue violated you. You held onto the roots of his hair and gripped for dear life, the fear of you falling sending blood rushing through your body but also filling you with excitement.
Before you could cum, Yunho let you down. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and looked down at your tiny, helpless body, a smirk forming on his face as thought about you looking torn to shreds because of his monster cock. You watched him with trembling eyes as the man slowly stripped down for you, your eyes widening as you saw his firm cock trembling and waiting to burst forth from his underwear.
“Y-yunho… I— I don’t think you’re going to fit,” you said with slight fear.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Yunho responded nonchalantly as he revealed his massive cock and tapped your waist lightly, his cock the literal length of your stomach.
Rolling on a condom that he had taken out from his wallet moments prior, Yunho got on the bed and rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds. You were terrified that he was going to just push his way right through you, but instead, Yunho merely pushed the head into your cunt, then pulled out. He did this several times, frustration starting to build inside you as he teased the everloving shit out of you.
“For someone who was so afraid, you seem to want me inside you,” Yunho chuckled.
“Fu-uck! Yunho, do something, please,” you begged him, the fire in your loins burning a hole within you.
“Alright. Just relax for me, okay?” Yunho said, his voice hushed and calm as he caressed your face.
You nodded and did your best to relax, your head pushing into his hand as he finally pushed more than just the tip into you. You felt him fill you up, and you felt like he was tearing you as his cock spread you wider than you had ever been spread. You reached for his arms and held on tightly as he pressed his hands onto the bed right above your shoulders, a groan rumbling in the back of his throat.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” Yunho grunted. “Loosen up.”
You inhaled and exhaled deeply, Yunho shoving his length all the way inside you when you exhaled. You flung your head back and cried loudly as you felt his cock throb uncontrollably inside you, his cock brushing against your cervix. Yunho remained in place as he let out an erotic sigh while you, on the other hand, were panting and trying desperately to blink the stars out of your vision.
“See,” Yunho told you, a cocky smile on his face. “I do fit.”
“Mmmhmmm,” you couldn’t even formulate words— all the man did was push his cock in you, and you already felt like you were fucked out simply because of how much he filled you up.
He only thrusted into you a singular time, but your entire body lurched and moved backwards with said thrust. The sound of his waist hitting your ass echoed loudly in the room, and the sound only got more repetitive as he began to properly move. His cock was so massive that you felt like he was going to pull out your insides.
“Doll, you feel so fucking good,” Yunho grunted out, his head dropping down to your neck. “So fucking good. You’re so tight and small— Fuck!”
Yunho flipped the two of you so that he was laying on the bed and you were straddling him. When you sat all the way down, you felt like his cock shot straight through you, hitting your cervix with such force that you came immediately. You cried loudly as you creamed and clenched, making the man flinch and nearly cum himself.
“Shit, don’t go squeezing me like that,” Yunho grunted with a little chuckle. “You nearly snapped my cock off.”
“Do-Don’t act like you— Hnngh— Didn’t like that,” you panted out, little groans leaving you as you continued to ride his fat cock.
Yunho smirked. He propped himself up on his elbows and thrust into you at an angle that made you completely fall apart, your hands resting on his abs to keep you steady. You could barely keep your hands in place, though, because he brought his lips to your breast and started sucking hard, his mouth completely overtaking your nipple. You entire body trembled when you felt his tongue flick and swirl around your nipple, and it certainly did not help that he sucked super hard on your breast as if he was trying to get something out of it. Your toes curled as he switched from one to the other, and his waist refused to let up as he thrust powerfully from underneath you.
“‘m c-cumming again!” you moaned loudly as your cunt convulsed, making you squirt all over Yunho’s waist.
He, however, refused to give you a break. Your head was still in the cloud when he sat up entirely and moved so that he was kneeling and you were still sitting on his cock, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you continuously. You clung to him and moaned loudly as his thrusts did not slow down in the slightest. He continued to drill into you over and over again, his force so immense that he ended up pinning you down on the bed again.
His cock kept rubbing along your G-spot and hitting your cervix, and the louder you cried, the more intense that feeling got. You could barely see through bleary, teary eyes that his eyes were dark and his jaw was tense as he fucked you into the mattress.
“You’re tightening up again, doll— are you gonna cum again?” Yunho could barely laugh as he groaned his question.
“Ye-es, I’m c-close,” you whined. “I’m gonna—”
Yunho interrupted you with a kiss, his grip on your waist tightening. You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, the blood rushing to your ears as you barely heard him say, “Wait for me. I’m al-almost there— Shit!”
Suddenly pulling out, Yunho removed the condom and came all over you, his seed spreading from your chest all the way down to your convulsing pussy as you, too, came. Yunho sat back on his heels and jerked himself off as more of his hot cum spurt out and landed on your skin.
“Jesus Christ,” you hissed as you flung your head back into the sheets, your hands covering your face. “That was insane.”
“In a good or bad way?” Yunho asked with a slight laugh, his body hovering over yours as he brought himself to look at your fucked out face.
“Good— That was too fucking good, Yunho,” you sighed out. “Too fucking good…”
“I’d say let’s go again, but I’m afraid I’ve only got the one condom,” he whispered.
“…Are you clean?”
“Yes, are you?”
You nodded then reached for his neck, pulling him into your embrace. Your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered, “Then I don’t see why we can’t go again.”
Yunho shivered, and his cock firmed up almost immediately. He grabbed you and flipped you over so that you were on your hands and knees, his cock immediately rubbing along your ass crack.
“You’re going to regret saying that to me, doll.”
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worldlxvlys · 25 days
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can you please do one where chris or matt has a breeding and degradation kink? thanks love! love ur work btwww!
breeding
matt sturniolo x reader
warnings: smuttt, breeding kink, degradation, hand job (fem & male receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, loadsssss of dirty talk, cursing
a/n: bye this might be my favorite fic i’ve ever written
based on these texts, go read if ya want :)
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when matt got to my place, i wasted no time in pulling him in and bringing him to my room.
he wore his pink cropped t-shirt, one of my favorites.
“you know what this shirt does to me” i whispered as my nose brushed against his jaw.
“mmhmm” he hummed as i bunch his shirt up in my fist, exposing his stomach.
i never broke eye contact with him as i sunk down to my knees, pulling him closer to me by the shirt.
i placed open mouthed-kisses along his abs and while i used my free hand to push his sweatpants and boxers down further, stopping just above his dick.
i pressed my mouth to the newly exposed skin, running my tongue along his v-line.
matt’s breath hitched as i continued to leave teasing kisses just above where he needed me.
i placed a kiss on his clothed dick before getting back onto my feet, making him let out a whine.
“something you want, matt?” i asked, palming him through his clothing, eliciting a moan from him.
“you wanna use your words or you gonna keep whining like a little bitch?” i asked as as my fingertips danced along his waistband.
“please, please just touch me” he whispered, gripping onto my arm.
“i am touching you” i teased.
“you know what i mean” he spoke.
“i wanna hear the words matthew” i said as i moved my hand from his waistband, rubbing them against his stomach.
“i need you to touch my dick” he moaned out.
my lips found their way to his neck, moving all the way to the skin right under his ear.
“look at you, so needy for me. such a little slut” i whispered in his ear, making him groan out.
my hand traveled into his boxers, rubbing teasing circles around his tip.
“oh my god” he groaned out, his head flying back.
i grabbed his neck, pulling his head back up and smashing my lips to his.
the kiss was sloppy and desperate, our lips gliding against each others perfectly.
i squeezed my hand around him, causing him to gasp into my mouth.
i took the opportunity to insert my tongue, exploring his mouth with mine.
i pulled away, placing a few kisses on his nose, and moving back to his mouth.
my hand pumped his length, making matt groan into the kiss every now and then.
he broke away from the kiss first, pressing his forehead to mine as he pushed my low-cut tank top down, exposing my boobs.
his mouth attached to one of my tits, his hand massaging the other.
his other hand reached down between us, into my panties.
my head flew back as he ran his fingers through my wet folds.
“oh my god, matt" i moaned as my hand slowed against his dick, too wrapped up in my own pleasure to focus.
his tongue swirled around my hardened nipple , licking and sucking relentlessly.
i sped the movement of my hand up, pumping his length again.
matt’s tongue stilled, as he moaned against my chest.
his lips made their way to my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in their wake.
“i need you so bad, baby” he whined into me, bucking his hips into my hand.
“yeah? then stop whining and do something about it” i told him.
i took my hand out of his pants and pulled mine down, along with my panties.
matt followed suit, kicking off his own pants and boxers.
i sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs apart for him. he stared at me with wide eyes, mouth hanging open slightly as he stared at my glistening pussy.
“you just gonna stand there ?” i asked, smirking lightly at his reaction.
my words seemed to snap him out of his trance as he grabbed my thighs, keeping my legs apart.
“you’re so fucking hot” he spoke as he grabbed his cock, slapping it against my pussy a few times.
he lined himself up with my hole, pushing just the tip in before pulling out.
“matt, i swear to g- ohhhhh” i cut myself off with a moan as he pushed himself inside of me fully.
we both moaned as he bottomed out, his duck fitting inside of me snugly.
he gave me time to adjust before beginning to move inside of me, my pussy holding a firm grip on him.
“h-holy fuck” he whined as i clamped down onto him, squeezing his cock.
“look at you, you’re loving this. you like the way i squeeze you?” i asked as i clenched around him.
“oh my god, yes.” he moaned out.
“what a little whore. you’re barely even moving and you can’t even handle it” i spoke to him.
he sped up his movements after hearing those words, drilling his dick into me.
“yes, matt. don’t fucking stop” i moaned out.
i hooked my legs over his shoulders, allowing him to fuck me deeper.
“harder, matt. i want you to knock the fucking wind out of me” i moaned up to him.
he groaned at my words, snapping his hips into mine harshly, his thrusts getting sharper.
“yes, yes, matt. just like that ! holy fuck, i want your cum so badly” i moaned out.
his hands dug into the mattress, supporting his weight above me.
“you gonna stuff your cum inside of me, baby?”
his eyes rolled into the back of his head at my words, his groans growing in volume.
“yes” he whispered.
“say it.” i spoke to him, watching his head fly back.
“gonna stuff my cum in you” he said.
“louder.”
“fuck, i’m gonna- gonna stuff my cum inside of your pussy” he yelled.
“yeah? then fucking do it” i spoke back.
his face was scrunched up in pleasure, a thick layer of sweat covering his face.
his hands bunched up the sheet, his knuckles turning white from the grip.
every single thrust pushed me deeper and deeper into the bed, my tits bouncing with each movement.
his dick twitched inside of me as he grew closer to finishing.
“you gonna cum for me, pretty boy? such a dirty fucking whore”
“i am, i’m your dirty whore” he heaved out, biting his lip.
“of course you are, such a filthy boy. fill me up, baby. i want every drop of your cum inside of me”
his hips stuttered, and his hands moved from the bed to my hips, squeezing them tightly.
he moved one hand to my clit, rubbing it vigorously.
his legs shook as he stilled inside of me, shooting his seed deep into my walls.
the feeling of his hot cum inside of me along with the stimulation to my clit sent me over the edge as i moaned his name repeatedly.
we were both shaking messes as the pleasure coursed through our bodies.
matt pulled out of me slowly as i moved my legs from his shoulders and onto the bed.
he brought his hands to my pussy, spreading my lips apart as he watched our juices slowly drip out of me.
he didn’t let it get far before he collected the sticky substance and fucked it back into my abused hole with his fingers.
i groaned at the feeling as he pushed his fingers as deep in as they would go, before removing them.
“can’t let it go to waste” he smiled up at me.
he left slow, gentle kisses along my thighs, knees, and calves while he gazed into my eyes.
he gently ran his fingers on my skin in circular motions, massaging it.
“i love you, matt” i spoke as he continued to leave kisses up my body.
“i love you too” he said before placing a sweet kiss on my lips.
“let me take care of you” i whispered against his lips.
“no, i wanna take care of you” he said between kisses.
“how about we run a bath and take care of each other?” i asked.
he let out a tired smile at this, “sounds good to me”
i moved my legs slightly, feeling a dull pain.
“i’m definitely gonna need help getting to the bathroom though” i said, making us both laugh.
“i got you” he whispered against my lips.
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sanspuppet · 29 days
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👀 riding Mingi’s abs…..just saw a that photo shoot whit him in all denim, like the shirt is a denim crop and and bestie 😮‍💨😮‍💨 that would be the best funishment
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MDNI ! smut
- W/T: sexual tension, abs riding, choking, fingering, squirting, sliiight degradation
You couldn’t fucking take no more. You wanted to enjoy your date with your boyfriend that day, but you had no idea he would wear a denim crop, that did nothing but accentuate his waist, so tiny and sexy, not to mention how his abs were exposed. Mingi couldn’t have not noticed that you didn’t even looked up at him when he talked to you, your eyes seemed glued to his waist, yet he was somehow enjoying your drooling reaction. It was a long evening of you getting distracted by his hips that you needed so bad beneath you. On the other hand Mingi did nothing but secretly smirking back at you, feeling your eyes constantly down his lower body. But at the end he proposed you to spend the rest of the evening by his house, god only knows what were his purposes… well somehow you could figure them out too, and by your situation in that moment you hoped with all your heart that you weren’t wrong. In fact, you wanted to fuck him so bad, so bad that you were feeling icky about how fucking wet you were, you just wanted to take care of it by using him, or vice versa, you literally didn’t fucking care about the details. Mingi noticed it, he knew every time when you got needy but damn… you literally looked like a bitch in heat from how you were clinging to him and how you stared at him, your entire behavior screamed that you wanted to be bred badly.
When he first stepped into his house he turned around to face you, holding you by your waist as he pulled you over the living room. Mingi looked down at your short figure compared to his tall one, a smirk forming on his lips. “Will you tell me what got your attention that much, pretty?” his nose brushed yours, ready to lock you in a long kiss. You wanted him now, there was no point in teasing each other any longer, you wrapped your hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, your tongues diving into your mouths while he busied himself with unbuttoning your shirt, his movements were messy, too eager to be done properly. You did the same thing with his denim crop, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You pulled away from your sloppy kiss and placed your palm on his naked chest, his heartbeat was faster than ever. You pushed him, making him fall down on the couch, he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His tongue trailed a wet line over his lips. You both stripped down completely, never breaking eye contact.
He patted his lap, moving you to sit on him. You glanced at his huge cock twitching at his movement. You sat down on his abdomen, his erected crotch pressing against your back sent shivers of arousal down your spine. “Ride my abs baby, i’m sure you’d want to” He took your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “Say it, am i right?” You automatically started rubbing yourself against his toned pelvis, his hand quickly gripped on your waist. “Fuckin say it before doing it, little slut” You sighed frustratingly. “Fuck— please Mingi i wanna ride your abs” He pinched your cheek, his cocky behavior showing. “That’s my good girl, you can go on now.” You let out the most feral sighs and loud moans once you started moving, forwards and backwards. You felt every little hill of his abs stimulating your clit, it was impressively good, a fucking bliss. You just needed more friction but your mind was already in a blank state, you threw your head back as you moved faster, your nails dig deep into Mingi’s shoulders. He was admiring you, every single detail of you, he noticed it, and loved it. Jeez if you were such a piece of art to him in that moment. “Don’t worry princess, i’ll help you” he said when he noticed you struggling to get to the highest. He quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, gripping tightly enough, the other one moved down your core, fingering you with all of his fingertips at a fast pace. He raised your head when you kept looking down at you wet cunt. “Eyes on me pretty, you know i want you to look at me whenever you cum. Feels good huh? You such a slut, getting off to my abs”
It was then that you loosed your fucking mind, you were fucked out, your mascara was smudged all over your eyelids by your teary eyes. You whined and moaned without even realizing it. Your lips were of a cherry pink from how hard you bit on them. Your hair a complete mess. And it also was when you finally got off of your high that you noticed you squirted all over his chest. Mingi was looking at all your figure with a proud smirk, his finger caressed gently your back.
“You’re the prettiest like this”
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lilacargent · 4 months
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Soooo first post ever and it is because i have gone down the #humansarespaceorcs rabbit hole, and my train of thought was:
Yes humans are weird and do strange things to survive. But more specifically we do weird things to our surroundings to survive, many different things.
What if, it has been a decade or two since the humans joined what ever coalition or council of aliens that work together and as a species they are mostly well known for their ability to grow crops under the worst circumstances (soil, climate anything) ofcourse the other deathworld apex predator human traits make the rounds but over time they seem to assume we cannot surprise them anymore.
Everyone knows that if a planet is ‘owned’ by a certain species they have to pay tax to the coalition, so planets that aren’t particularly useful are undesirable.
This particular planet p-jx-5£2 has been moved around endlessly, given with trade deals to get rid of it. P-jx-5£2 is 97% water, with a very high salt level so inhabitable for all developed aliens. Even though the atmosphere is a nice oxygen base and the gravitational pull allright most for the coalition members the fast spinning moon and the planets quick pace around its sun make the water move and tides switch every 2.5 hours keeping no land dry outside of low tide.
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The tall Avian alian il’trexz was elated this day was going to be great, a trade deal with the hardy humans and getting rid of a useless money drain, they didn’t have a clue what they were signing up for!
Turning towards the much smaller bipedal species standing in front of the window looking down on the blue planet that just came into their possession the strange creature mumbled something to them selves, frowning Il’trezx asks ‘im sorry what did you say, you spoke but the translator didn’t pick it up?’ The human (Steve) turned to him away from the window ‘my apologies, i was talking to myself, i said that we had to send the dutch.’ Il’trezx looked befuddled ‘the dutch? Is that some kind of animal?’
Steve threw his head back and made a series of sounds that ruffled the Avians feathers and had he not known it was a laugh it would have made him run for the hills ‘HA I’m going to tell Andreas you said that, no the Dutch is what call people from a country on earth that specialise in these kinds of climates, they’ve been begging for a challenge since they stopped the flooding on the umavi home world.’ With feathers puffed up Il’trezx wonders ‘and they are going to do what? This is an impossible planet’ immediately clasping his beak he looks a the human to see if he seemed angry at being swindled, but to his surprise Steve just looks at him ‘hm so you believe we can’t use this planet. Allright let’s make a bet.’ Interested Il’trezx leans in closer ‘what kind of bet?’ A predatory grin spreads on the bipedal aliens face ‘if we make less of this planet than the amount of tax we have to pay over it we will cover all trade costs for this quarter, insurance, travel all of it.’ Eagerly Il’trezx starts nodding ‘but’ Steve keeps going ‘if we do make more of this planet you will do the same.’
The bet is put onto paper and the higher ups of both parties also agree. In 5 years the Avians would be back and they would balance the costs to the benefits. When they departed Il’trezx says too Steve ‘you must have a lot of faith in these “dutch” ‘ the man grins teeth bared ‘ofcourse, after all they conquered water before’
The five years pass and stories have been going around of a new energy supplier from the humans, producing enough energy to run 78% of their ships and several facilities. Nobody seems to know where it is coming from but no new pollution is measured in any of these facilities. None of this bothers the Avians, after all humans come up with new things all the time.
The five years are up and Il’trezx is invited to the planet with a group of advisors and other officials, the planet which apparently they have renamed to ‘posy’ which is supposed to be short for some kind of sea god from their olden days.
On arrival the amount of coming and going baffles them massive groups of ships docking or docked and all somehow attached to wires that run into machines.
The planets change alone was awe inspiring, two cities on opposite sides of the planet and what seems like millions of weird blades attached to high poles every where. Strange wheels and long walls between towers rising from the rapidly moving waters.
This… this was their new energy source. They somehow made a battery of this uninhabitable planet and then built a home.
On the meeting place Steve is waiting with a man slightly taller than him. Spreading his arms the smaller human says ‘welcome to Poseidon, this is Andreas our main mechanic here. He has been here with planning since orbit 1.’
After the introductions were done Andreas led the group through what they called the Northern city and showed on his device the steps it took to get a foothold and how they proceeded from there, mentioning that many of these steps his home country had used thousands of year ago to gain land from sea, and energy from the movement of water and air. They specialised in this form of terra forming and it showed.
The Avians were astounded, not having realised that there was more than one kind of way the Humans had battled their environment even beating back the waters of their world.
Without a doubt the humans had won the bet and had another legend added to their name. More and more humans showed that with the right motivation they could settle right about anywhere.
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So yea… my stupid little idea. Hopefully someone will enjoy it. I just liked the idea of specific cultures and stuff. specialising in certain things.
Edit: im amazed people seem to like it! If people have ideas or other cultures they think would baffle aliens, im certainly willing to try and write something
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whoxeology · 26 days
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⛧☾༺♰ CABIN FUN ♰༻☽⛧
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WARNINGS: NFSW 18+, use of pet name; bunny, smut, Oral (F receiving) very much so not canonically accurate, not proofread, bit of Perv!Luke at the end.
W.C: 2.1k
A/N: I have not read the books only knowledge I have of PJO is from the movies, TV series, and multiple fics I have read. With that being said this is purely for fun. You are more than welcome to disagree and leave feedback.
BASED OFF OF THIS REQUEST
A/N: I feel like this is so off from the request but I feel like corruption kinks are often written to make the reader similar to the young, which I did not want to be how I wrote it so I give you whatever this is
ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT SO PLEASE BE KIND, MDNI, AND FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME
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"Hey Lukey," You said as you heard your cabin door open. You knew it was him he was the only one to enter the cabin at this time which also happened to be when your cabinmates left to sneak out of camp. He always came in asking to borrow something from you sometimes it was tweezers for Annabeth or his shield that he let you borrow. "What did you need now," you asked slightly giggling.
"Uh actually nothing I just wanted to see you," Luke said as he looked at you his hands fidgeting with them nervously. He was dressed in his typical cargo pants and orange camp tee looking overdressed compared to your crop top and sleeping shorts.
"Really? Why?" You tilt your head to the side confusion written across your face. You and Luke obviously were friends you guys just weren't as close as the rest of the group. Mainly due to your huge crush on Luke making you act like a hermit when it's just you and him alone.
"I wanted to talk to you about something," he said sitting on your bed and patting the spot next to him for you to sit on.
"Oh, about what?" you said going to sit next to him as soon as he asked you to. His cold hand finds a way onto your exposed knee the cold rings sending a shiver up your spine that Luke did not miss.
You were thoughtless at the feel of his calloused hands on your smooth skin. Eyes glued on his hand as his thumb rubbed the top of your knee. "Annabeth might've let slip that you have a crush on me." He said head tilted to the side to see your face better really wanting to see your reaction. As soon as those words left his mouth your jaw dropped a soft gasp leaving your plump lips. A pit formed in your stomach as you continued to stare at his hand scared to make eye contact with him. Tears formed in your eyes you knew why he was being so touchy now he was going to reject you it all made sense now.
"Hey bunny look at me," He said his other hand coming up from his side to grab your chin, making you look at him. His puppy dog eyes met your wet ones, making more tears fall decorating your pretty face. Luke would never tell another living soul this but he liked seeing you cry, to know he was the cause of it and not some other punk in camp.
"Luke I am so sorr-."
The start of your ramble was cut short by Luke's lips smashing into yours. He could taste the saltiness from your tears on your lips making him kiss you harder. Once the shock faded from you you kissed him back just as hard. The kiss started as hunger but was now growing into desperation and need. The hand that was once on top of your knee slipped under it to help you climb onto his lap. He needs you closer to him, his hand slipping from your chin to the back of your neck pulling you close into the kiss.
His back is flat against your bed as you lean over him, grinding yourself into him. You can feel all of him under you, his bulge rubbing against your core with every move.
"Luke wait," you mumble into his lips pulling away slightly to look him in the face.
Luke gave a low hum in response, his hips slightly bucking up against yours, his cock throbbing inside of his pants. His hands rested on your hips now guiding you in a swaying motion on him.
"I've never done this before." You say breathlessly still moving your hips against his, the feeling sending butterflies into the lower pits of your stomach. The feeling of his dick twitching against you made a gasp slip past your lips.
"Oh bunny," He says in a whining voice. He suddenly flips you over so that you are now under him. You are now flat on your back as he lays between your legs, his bulge more prominent against his cargo pants. "Im going to make you feel real good baby, do you trust me?'"
In the moment all you can do is nod your head frantically, feeling his against you with such pressure making you need him more. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck placing light kisses under your ear.
"I need you to use your words bunny," he whispers into your ear, pulling a breathy whine from you.
"Please," you say tilting your head to the side to give him more space. He kissed down your neck until he got to a soft spot on your jugular that made you whine. He smirked into your neck before suckling at the spot, the dark purple mark forming on your skin. "You look so pretty under me," He mumbles into your neck as he continues to leave marks all over your neck.
His slightly chapped lips went from your neck to your chest, drawing whines from you. One of his hands trailed up your hips tickling your side as he went under your crop top, his cold hands sending shivers down your spine. He pulled your top over your chest, the cool air making your bare nipples pebble. Feeling exposed at the sudden attention on your boobs your hands go to cover them, Luke's other hand came up pinning your own hand to the side of your head.
"Don't hide yourself from me bunny," He groaned into your chest, attaching his lips to one of your nipples. The sudden warmth of his mouth and the swirl of his tongue draw moans from your mouth. He does the same to your other boob, before moving lower. His hot mouth trailed kisses from your breast to the top of your shorts, you a withering mess under him the whole time his kisses setting your skin on fire. He sat back onto his knees before pulling you by yours to the edge of the bed, a yelp escaping you from the sudden roughness. His hands impatiently made their way under your hips, pulling down your sleeping shorts with such determination it made you moan.
"god am I going to be the first to see your pretty pussy," He said in a teasing tone, thumb lightly rubbing over your clit through your underwear. "Hmm, all this for me pretty girl."
"Yes Luke all for you," you whine hips bucking against his hand, need more desperately. Luke sped his pace up his thumb rubbing your clit in tighter circles, your core clenched on nothing the butterflies in your lower stomach fluttering around even more.
Luke moved his thumb and hooked his fingers on the side of your underwear, asking you to pick your hips up to make the process easier. A low moan emitted from the back of Luke's throat when he finally saw your pussy and she was indeed pretty. He couldn't hold back you were so wet and ready for him. Wasting no time he wrapped his arms around your legs and shoved his face straight into your cunt, tongue parting your folds and his lips attaching to your clit sucking on the bud.
"Fuck Luke," You arch your back in an unexpecting manner not expecting him to basically throw himself in between your thighs. Your hands immediately flew to his brown curls, wrapping your fingers messily in his hair.
Luke's tongue fucked your tight cunt lapping up your juices while the tip of his straight nose rubbed against your clit, his hand trailing up to massage your breast the callouses adding to the pleasure. The sound coming from your glossy pink lips made Luke press harder onto your pussy, hands shaking as you ran them through Lukes’s curly hair
“Feels good bunny?” he mumbles lips going back to your clit as his fingers ghosted over the tops of your thigh, so close to your aching hole.
“So good lukey” you whine hips bucking up desperately trying to relieve the aggressive butterflies from your belly. Tears started to pool in your eyes you didn’t know what to ask for but knew you needed it now. "Please please plea-." “Shhh pretty girl,” Luke chuckled before pulling himself up from in between your legs, his middle finger slipping into your cunt as he kissed you, swallowing your moans. His long fingers find your spongy part, curling his fingers to hit that spot over and over again your backing arching up painfully in pleasure.
" I got you bunny," Luke mumbled his ring finger pushing in beside his middle, you groaned out at the sudden feeling of fullness. He leaned his body onto yours, the feeling of his rough clothing on your soft skin driving you up the walls.
He pumped his fingers in a come hither motion hitting your walls clenching down on his fingers, his lips roughly finding their home on yours. Your stomach tightened as his fingers pumped faster, the once feeling of butterflies turning into a tightening ache deep in your stomach. Feeling wetter and looser than before he managed to slip in his pointer finger, the fullness returning some more with each finger he added.
"Luke my stomach feels funny is that norm-"
"You can take it bunny," he said cutting your question off while leaning his forehead against yours, his breathing much tamer compared to your high-pitched whines and moans. "it'll be worth it," he adds leaving knowing exactly how your feeling, he placed smaller hickeys across your boobs, fingers pumping at a much rougher pace now.
The high-pitched moans that fell from your plump lips were borderline sinful and pornographic, Luke's dick twitching at every sound you made. Your hips bucked into his palm as he continued to finger you drawing you to the brink of cumming.
"OH MY GOD." You shouted as you felt the pressure in your stomach replaced with a dropping feeling, the feeling making your thighs shake as you tried to close your legs around Luke's hand the feeling of his fingers still pumping making you shake more. Overstimulated and exhausted you push at Luke's hand, he pumps his fingers a few more times before pulling them out. The sudden loss of his fingers pulls a whine from you, suddenly feeling empty as your juices flow out your cunt.
"No god just me," Luke's stupid grin spread across his face as he licked your juices off his fingers, getting closer to you he kissed your forehead before getting up to grab a towel from the restroom.
You laughed so hard you felt more cum gush out from you your fits of laughter suddenly cut short, and you laid still on your bed waiting for Luke scared of making a bigger mess on your bed. Luke had come back to see you stiff as a board and started his stupid laughter up again. He leaned over you helping you lift your leg up as he gently used the hand towel to clean you up, you shuddered at the towel going over your sensitive clit. Luke had thrown the towel in your hamper and gotten you new underwear and a shirt for you to change into, your heart swelling with love as you looked at him he looked so domesticated.
"What about you," You say as you slip your clothes on, obviously referring to his bulge, which is still very noticeable.
"Don't worry about me, I got it," He said winking at me as he changed the sheet on your bed, moving at a speed that left you baffled not even you moved that efficiently when it came to changing sheets. After he finished making your bed he had you crawl in so that he could tuck you in.
"You're leaving?" you say sadness in your voice, a weird feeling settling in your chest. "Not my choice bunny if I stay I'm going to end up balls deep in you then you're roommates might walk in and that's a whole other issue I'm not ready to solve," He laughed to himself as a dark blush cover your cheeks, he kissed you deeply his large hand resting on your check almost covering your whole face.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Your question voice came out in a whine, your hand was over his not wanting him to let go yet.
"I'll see you tomorrow bunny," he said kissing you again before finally getting up to leave.
Quickly succumbing to your sleepiness you were fast asleep a few minutes after Luke had left, unbeknown to you your soiled panties left along with him. His extremely late shower took extra long as he pictured your moans in his ears as he got off in his fist panties wrapped tightly in hand.
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mvltisstuff · 9 months
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hi!! i use tumblr on safari - so i’m unable to answer any messages - but i would like to put in a request for conrad fisher x fem! reader smut!
if your comfortable, could you do a imagine with an innocent/virgin reader that is constantly flustered by conrad?
thank you so much!! <<33
champagne & sunshine - c.f**
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summary: request
conrad fisher x reader
a/n: i get so nervous posting smut (for literally no reason😭), but i still hope you enjoy this 🩶 warning for smut.
the bonfires were always a good time, usually. once you grow up, the hype of them dies down a bit. belly begged y/n to come, being her older sister figure. it was y/n’s birthday, so belly convinced her that it would be fun. besides, y/n’s mom had been letting her drink today, as long as she was home and with close people. y/n figured she’d leave it at that, not bothering to take anything at the party.
she threw one of the cans in the bag at the corner of the beach, avoiding the full boxes of hard seltzer as her eye landed on conrad and jeremiah entering the beach. luckily, the fire wasn’t bright enough to illuminate her bright red cheeks. she walked away from the drinks, turning away from conrad but also trying to make herself seem noticeable.
she’d grown up with the conklins and fishers next door, but she always had the biggest crush on conrad. every single time he walked in, her heart raced and almost everyone knew it. belly always teased her, someone noticing before she even knew she liked him.
conrad had always had his eyes on y/n. conrad, y/n, and steven had been the oldest, so it was usually him and her together. she acted like she barely knew him, when he probably knew her better than anyone else. now that they were both eighteen, legal adults, they could do pretty much whatever they pleased. somehow, y/n still found herself blushing like a little girl. conrad was one of the first to show her any attention. boys never cared about her at home, and he always made her feel wanted. she was always a shadow to her friends, who had guys clinging to them. she sat around with other people talking about sex and other stuff that y/n pretended to know about. it made her a little bit embarrassed, but who really cares? her whole friend group would laugh at her humorously if they found out she was a virgin, but again, who cares, right?
it wasn’t until she was sitting on the warm sand, feeling it in her hands as she slid them across the floor, that conrad sat next to her on the beach. the music was blaring, so y/n brought herself away to just observe people for a little bit. someone must’ve had the same idea if they tread all the way over to sit with her.
“you got dragged here, too?” conrad asks first.
“belly, jeremiah for you, i assume?”
“the one and only,” conrad laughs, as he kicks away an empty bottle. “you’re not drinking anything?”
“nah, i don’t really feel like it tonight. i’d rather just enjoy my birthday sober, unlike everyone else,” she tells him, pointing to the stumbling people surrounding the fire.
“you’re not the only one,” conrad says. “so it’s just us, huh?”
“y-yeah,” y/n stutters. “i mean, i didn’t even bother getting all dressed up for this shit.”
“i think you look beautiful either way,” he says, and when y/n looks up, his eyes are softly on hers, refusing to crack the shell between them. y/n pauses, looking at conrad dumbfounded. she never has boys call her beautiful, let alone the one she’s been hopelessly in love with for years. but, they always say love hits you when you least expect it. y/n thought that was a lie, but she really believed it for now.
“you too, connie,” she spits out, not bothering to change the adjective for him because everyone is beautiful. he adjusts himself to sit closer to y/n, trying to relieve some of the tension. his eyes can’t help but wander across her body, taking in every part of her that’s breathtaking to him. and the cropped tank top and shorts that she’s wearing isn’t fucking helping his case either. she’d be lying if she wasn’t checking him out, too. his sharp jawline, his hands, his radiant eyes, his lips could never be missed by y/n. someone this pretty deserves to be looked at, they both think without speaking.
“do you wanna head out? come to my place for a bit?” conrad asks, standing up and holding his hand out as she nods up at him, anticipating a night alone.
before y/n can even begin to think straight, their lips are crashed together in his car. she’s leaning over the cup holders in the center, and her hands are against his face. his hands are placed on her hips as he can’t help but steer his mind away from his tongue in her mouth. he never in a million years thought he’d see this side of her, and she never thought she’d see it in herself. she’s kissed guys before, but never this intimately. conrad pulls away, smiling against her lips before connecting them again. every single time this happens, y/n swears her heart skips a beat in the best way possible. like their lips set off fireworks in the car. they decided to leave the vehicle, climbing up the stairs, trying not to disturb the moms watching a movie. conrad places his hands on her thighs, lifting her up and placing y/n gently on his bed. he climbs up as well, letting her legs wrap around him as their kiss does nothing but intensify.
her hands roam all around his body, his waist, his shoulders, his neck. the only time they separate is for a breath of air, just until they can return again. conrad’s wander over her chest, placing one of his hands to squeeze her breasts.
“is this ok?” conrad waits for confirmation until he gets a yes. after, in response, y/n tugs off conrad’s shirt, discarding it to the floor somewhere in his room. her hands run down his back. “if you want to stop, tell me and we’ll stop the second you say it.”
“ok,” she peeps out. “but if this does go any further, i’ve never done any of… this, before.”
“we can stop, y/n, whenever you want.”
“no! no, i want to keep going. can we just, go slower, maybe?”
“anything you need,” conrad reassures her before moving down the waistband of her shorts. “can i take these off?”
“yes,” she tells him, clearly and assertively as he takes off the tank top, too, leaving her in just a gray bra on his bed.
“have you ever… ever been eaten out before?” he asks. she shakes her head no, slightly embarrassed so she puts her head down to cover it, but conrad sees right through it. “hey, look at me. you’re ok, i promise. can i keep going?”
“yeah, please,” she says, squirming in discomfort from her own arousal. the feeling is unfamiliar, wanting someone to touch her so bad as it’s at her fingertips. someone willing to love her is right in front of her. conrad begins to peel off y/n’s underwear, throwing it off the bed like his shirt, ending up somewhere on the floor. she pulls her legs apart, spreading them as conrad’s eyes fall deeper.
“god, y/n,” he says. “you’re so fucking hot.”
“conrad,” she begs, as he flattens himself down trying to ignore his own erection. he wants to pleasure her first, and knowing he’s the first one too might boost his ego a bit. but conrad would never admit that.
his face is an inch away from her pussy, beginning to kiss her inner thighs as she groans from the teasing. finally, his tongue makes contact with y/n’s slit, gathering up her arousal before swirling it around her clit. y/n’s head falls back onto the pillow again in pure pleasure, letting out a quiet moan for the first time. “oh, fuck yes,” she speaks out, making conrad try to contain a smile. he places his tongue on her clit again, moving his flat tongue up and down. he switches between those movements and wrapping his lips around it, sucking on her clit, causing her to fail at concealing her moans. y/n’s hand moves down to conrad’s hair, trying to ground herself on the bed from the ecstasy.
the second her climax starts rolling up onto her, her legs start shaking and that tells conrad that you’re close. “f-fuck, con- oh my god,” she pants out, trying to formulate words but failing. her orgasm creeps up and sends her over the edge, releasing a strong moan from her lips as she comes down from the high, his fingers are gently circling over her clit.
“that was, um, holy shit, that was amazing, conrad,” she smiles as he pulls himself back up to her.
“are you feeling alright?”
“better than ever,” she says, making conrad laugh as he moves over to his drawer. he pulls out the box of condoms before taking one out.
“do you wanna keep going?”
“yeah, i do.”
conrad moves back over, dropping his pants and rolling to condom on. y/n gazes at his length, wondering how she would be able to take it. with conrad here, she knew she would be ok, so they continued. he walks back over, pulling her legs apart and making eye contact with her again. “remember, we can always stop no matter what, ok? just say stop, and we can stop.” she nods and he leans in closer. he plants a sweet kiss on her lips before pulling away, it was her turn to smile against his lips.
once settled in between her legs, conrad begins to run his tip up her slit. he confirms that she’s doing alright and that she’s ready to keep going. after he’s aware, he slides his dick into her, making her nose scrunch and release a high moan.
“you ok?”
“yes,” she replies. “yeah, you can go faster.”
conrad speeds up his pace, thrusting himself into y/n. she didn’t feel outright pain, just discomfort. that discomfort soon turned into pleasure, causing her mouth to hang open. “you feel so good, y/n/n, god damn.”
y/n’s hand falls down to her clit, circling it until she starts to bring that now familiar feeling up. conrad continues to keep the same pace, not changing it to make her feel comfortable and in control, just as much as he is. “i’ve loved you for so fucking long,” he spits out, not thinking about his words. y/n heard him loud and clear, but she’s too distracted by her orgasm coming up.
“conrad i’m close,” she tells him.
“me too, baby,” he says, breathless. “come for me, y/n.”
her release leaves her with stars in her head, the feeling better than anything she’s ever experienced. she was always worrying about sex and what it might be like, but with conrad, he made it amazing for her. she knew he was the right guy. he brings himself down, leaning onto her as he releases himself into the condom. he pulls out of her, throwing away the condom and pulling his boxers back on. y/n grabs her underwear, as she stands up wobbly. her legs are weak from her two orgasms from conrad, making him chuckle in the corner.
“hey, um,” y/n starts. “thank you.”
“yeah, of course,” he stutters a bit, not sure of what to say but trying to still wrap his head around it. he means, he just had sex with the hottest girl in cousins, what is he supposed to say? “you know, i meant what i said. i’ve liked you so much, for a long time.”
she just stares at him, confirming that she’s not in some dream. “i’ve been in love with you since the day i first saw you on the beach,” conrad steps over to her. placing his hands back on her bare waist and kissing her passionately again. he pulls back again to sadly, break the kiss off.
“we should probably clean up a bit, before everyone comes back and yells at us for leaving,” he says, brushing a loose piece of hair behind her ear. she nods, beginning to pull the rest of her clothes on. thank god she left that party when she did, or she would still love conrad, but never say it.
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hairmetal666 · 1 year
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Steve and Eddie don't like each other at first. Or, no, that's not quite right. They're still bonded from everything. They're friends, sort of, but they don't spend time together outside the group, have trouble talking one-on-one.
Steve doesn't think about it much. So, he and Eddie won't ever be real friends, okay. He's a little disappointed, but mostly he doesn't understand how he feels about the other guy. He's always anxious when Eddie's around, clumsy and stuttering, infected with Robin's tendency to nervous chatter. It doesn't make sense. It's just Eddie. But that's the thing. It's Eddie and Steve doesn't know how to act around him.
And Eddie? Well, he spends a lot of time avoiding Steve because the fucking cascade of butterflies he gets every time Harrington is around. He knows what it means, knows even he isn't immune to the Harrington charm, but he needs to be. He needs to keep his heart safe. So, he keeps his distance because Steve Harrington is not for him and never will be.
It changes during movie nights. First it's teasing Dustin and Mike, mocking whatever horrible movie the kids put on, and then it's inside jokes, and playful bickering, and evenings with just the two of them drinking beer and sharing joints.
Then it's August. It's too hot everywhere and Steve's parents are home, so they're in Steve's car, driving with no destination, a couple joints in Eddie's jacket pocket and a six-pack in the trunk. They're listening to a mixtape Eddie made Steve, a bunch of metal. Steve still doesn't get it but there are a couple of songs he enjoys. Rainbow in the Dark starts--this is one Steve likes, reminds him of Eddie and not just because it's Dio. Sun filters through foliage and into the car windows, backlighting Eddie's curls like he's some kind of deity, beautiful and ethereal, not part of this world.
Steve starts singing along to the music, can't help himself. His friend throws him a beaming smile, big enough that Steve thinks his heart stops. He smiles back. He and Eddie sing the rest of the song together, and Steve is...he's content. He's happy. He hasn't felt this way since--well fuck--since 1983. Their eyes meet again, gazes linger, warmth pools in Steve's chest and low in his stomach.
Oh. He thinks. That's what this is. It settles something inside him, the knowing.
Time passes, they get closer, share a bed most nights. Doesn't matter where as long as they're together. Sleep better this way, both of them.
They're at the trailer when it happens, sharing a joint, loosely tucked against each other in bed.
"I've never had a friend like you," Eddie says. His eyes stay fixed on the smoke he exhaled. "I know you and Robin are--like, I get it. But you're--for me--"
"Yeah," Steve agrees. He flushes from his chest to forehead. "For me too."
It's enough, they both think. They're standing on the edge of more have been for months, but this? This is good. There's no need to push, to force. They're hurt, Steve thinks. They're healing. And they have time.
Corroded Coffin plays their first show back at the Hideout in December. Steve's never seen Eddie like this, performing. His shirt is cropped and artfully torn, his jeans more rip than pants. He's wearing eyeliner and his hair is wild. And the way he moves, sinuous and sleek, hips thrusting in a tantalizing rhythm as he shreds on the guitar. Steve wants so badly he feels it in his teeth.
He finds Eddie smoking behind the Hideout after the set. His eye are too bright, his smile manic, the adrenaline keying him up to the highest setting of Eddie. Steve knows he matches the energy, can't help it.
Eddie throws himself into Steve's arms, wrapping around him tight enough that no space lingers. The musician presses his face into Steve's neck, nuzzling, lips pressing against his pulse point. They touch always, share a bed and cuddle, but never like this; nothing like this. Steve pulls Eddie closer, and groans at the mutual swivel of their hips.
Eddie's breath comes in panting bursts, and Steve thinks, "here it is, finally, finally," but the door next to them bangs open and they jump apart at the noise.
Their friends and the rest of the Corroded Coffin guys come out, frolicking and shouting, complimenting Eddie on the show. If anyone noticed them embracing, notices the way they both adjust their clothing to hide their matching arousal, they don't say anything.
Steve wakes early the next morning, early enough that Eddie doesn't even stir beside him, hair wild and eyeliner smeared.
He gets out of bed, starts breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, Eddie's favorite. He's so intent on cooking that he doesn't hear the other man come up behind him, doesn't realize he's even awake until a warm body presses to his back, long-fingered hands slipping under his t-shirt, tracing the scars on his stomach. He leans into it without a thought. They touch all the time, but they don't touch like this.
"Watcha making, sweetheart?" Eddie whispers.
"Your favorite," Steve answers.
Eddie makes a little sound, almost a whimper, and presses his face to Steve's neck. Steve lifts his chin, leaning into Eddie and offering more. Warm lips press against his jaw, down to the moles on his throat. A moan slips from his lips as he grinds his ass into Eddie's hardness. The other man groans, grabbing at Steve's hips.
Somewhere in the press of their bodies, Steve has the presence of mind to turn. He lifts his hands, cups Eddie's jaw, thumbs caressing the stubbled, scarred skin of his cheeks. "Okay?" He asks. His voice shakes.
Eddie's eyes are wide, shining, and he swallows hard. Steve knows he's overwhelmed, knows that the words won't come. Instead, Eddie nods, and finally finally they kiss.
Steve is flying. His blood soars in his veins, his heart lifts off. It was always supposed to be this. Always supposed to be them.
It was slow. It was easy. It was small jokes, and long looks, and little touches, and singing in cars and best friends and sharing beds.
His heart belonged to Eddie Munson for months. It will belong to him forever.
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bas-writes · 5 months
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50 Plus Size Y/N Prompts
When I was looking for an inspiration for a Nanami x chubby Y/N fic I realised that crushing majority of prompts and ideas are related exclusively to hurt/comfort or are drenched in extremely low self-esteem and lack of confidence. So, decided to put together my own list, covering a variety of situations from mundane and domestic to sensual and sexual. I based the ideas on my own experience as a fat person, so I'm aware they won't fit everyone, but I hope those can give you inspiration to explore in your creative work ❤ Of course, prompts are left to individual interpretation!
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cw: some prompts are more gendered than the other, some are suggestive or addressing a strictly sexual situation
Leaving hickeys on thick thighs.
Wearing bigger partner's clothes. Bonus: bigger partner is not the chubbier one—it's the chubbier partner who gets to wear bigger clothes
Loving tummy kisses.
Lovingly or teasingly tracing fat rolls and love handles.
Nuzzling into soft chest or tummy for comfort.
Thick thighs save naps because they make the best lap pillow.
Fat person being picked up and/or carried around, no hassle, no protests of being too heavy, just sheer joy. Bonus: it's one of those crazy strong characters so they literally pick Y/N as if they were a doll.
Them being a personal heavy breast holder with built-in enthusiastic massage option.
Back massages because we all know that big chest weights way too much.
Ticklish kisses in the jaw area because they find the double chin cute.
Adoring to feel Y/N's weight in their lap.
Plus size lingerie. Them buying it for Y/N or Y/N showing off in it.
The way Y/N's chest/ass/thighs/tummy bounces during intimate times. It drives them crazy. Bonus: they're being ridden and enjoying every second of it.
Being in absolute awe of Y/N's figure.
Hugs from behind that do not necessarily end up with a full arm wrap but that's okay, one possibly can't envelop their whole universe.
Pulling Y/N closer so they can feel their big ass better.
Work out or a sport activity that's not related to weight loss or diet. Just enjoying active time together.
Finding it difficult to sleep without Y/N because they miss the body they can embrace and/or the warmth it gives.
Stimming or teasingly playing with Y/N's softer parts.
Foodie dates. Testing new places, taking tons of photos for their food instagram, feeding each other cute desserts, stealing the best pieces—or contrary, leaving them for their partner.
Y/N loves to eat and their love adores it because they have someone to enjoy their cooking.
Both them and Y/N love to cook and eat. A friendly rivalry over feeding the other better.
Tons of photos of Y/N and selfies with them. Every moment has to be caught on their camera. Bonus: they are a celebrity or social media persona & they love to show off with Y/N's photos.
Daily affirmations, soft words and touch related to body type, all those compliments and smooth lines.
Reminding Y/N to eat because no, the "fat supply" won't make up for a good meal, they have to eat regularly.
Gender affirmation when the fat body type sometimes can make it difficult for Y/N.
The shared celebration of gender euphoria when Y/N finally finds a way to nicely flatten and shape the chest. 
Choosing Y/N because they are fat. Them being into bigger people and actively choosing them over people with different body types.
Seeing Y/N naked for the first time and going absolutely crazy about it.
Tracing and kissing stretch marks.
Yoga pants effect. The curves just look so good in them.
Looking together for a good supporting bra.
Loving when Y/N is wearing a crop top.
Encouraging Y/N to wear more close-fit clothes Bonus: there is absolutely no perverted reason behind it ;)
Supporting Y/N through weight gain or weight loss.
Enjoying a beach date. Every body is a good beach body if it has a cute beach wear on!
Scratching/washing Y/N's back because sometimes it's just hard to reach that stubborn spot.
Muscular body type partner x fat Y/N. Big partners solidarity!
Discussing together a new tattoo idea. Choosing the best placing for it. Bonus: it's a tattoo composed to fit nicely with fat rolls or stretch marks.
Helping Y/N shave the back of their legs or any other hard to reach part of their body.
Insisting on keeping Y/N's thighs close to their head during oral sex.
Treating rash/burn caused by friction between thighs, bra or other piece of clothing.
Shibari or harness on a plus size body.
Picking up the self ironic negative talk and turning it into something positive
Being proud of Y/N, showing them off whenever there's an opportunity.
Y/N posing them for a photo, painting or a sculpture. Bonus: Y/N is their muse.
Warming hands between Y/N's thighs. Bonus: maybe their cheeks or ears feel cold too ;)
Them wearing Y/N's shirt for comfort. Bonus: it's not a typical over-sized comfort piece of clothing but a perfect fit. They still insist on wearing it.
Hand and bite marks on ass and hips. Bonus: loving aftercare.
Doodling/painting on Y/N's body: thighs, arms, ass… Bonus: it's a part of a spicy play.
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Your Heart or Mine: Part One
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Attn: Y’all I am so sorry. I knoooow I said I’d write an August series next and like I said earlier I’m supposed to be writing Henry but Sy just wouldn’t leave me alone sooo here we go with another Sy series 👀 Hope yall aren’t disappointed and enjoy this!!! It’s really like porn with a little plot but we’ll get there when it comes to the plot eventually lol.
Word Count: 2,234
Pairing: Sy x Reader
Summary: You meet a sexy stranger in a bar.
Warnings: 18+, fingering, oral (female receiving), fucking in a truck, semi public sex (p in v), exhibitionism, bit of praise kink and body worship
The first time it ever happened you weren’t even meaning for it to. That night you and your cousin Dani had decided on a long awaited girl’s night together with your friends, you hadn’t even been looking for a hookup. You stood by the bar in your tightest jeans and black tank top waiting on your third round of drinks when he came up beside you. He was big and burly. Full beard with a cropped haircut and the most beautiful cerulean eyes you’d ever seen. You were trying hard not to stare, but when he caught you looking he smirked.
“It’s alright darlin’, you can look,” he drawled. Cocky bastard, you thought. “I’ve been lookin’ myself. Haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you walked in here,” he added. Or maybe not. “Is that so?,” you said, flashing him a grin. “Hell yes. You’re the best lookin’ thing I’ve ever seen. I’d like to see more,” he said as his eyes darkened. You don’t know what came over you, maybe it was because it had been awhile, or maybe it was because this man was like sex on two legs, but suddenly, you wanted him to see, to touch, and taste every inch of you.
“I don’t even know your name,” you said after your brain could function again. “Eric, Eric Syverson. Most people call me Sy but you can call me whatever you want,” he said as he extended his hand out to you. You took it and introduced yourself before something dawned on you. “Didn’t we go to school together? I think you were a few years ahead of me,” you mused. He called the name of where he went to school and it all clicked. You hadn’t recognized him at first, but you remembered him now. He was handsome even then, but he’d turned into this absolute bear of a man now you hadn’t realized who he was at first.
He still had ahold of your hand and pulled you in closer. “Sugarplum, I’m sorry if I’m being too forward, but I’d sure like to take you out to my truck and have my way with you,” he rasped. Your breathing hitched in the back of your throat. You weren’t sure what it was but there was something about him… something that made you feel absolutely wild. You moved in closer, pushing your chest into his before putting your lips next to his ear and speaking. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more,” you whispered. You could feel him shudder against you before he quickly pulled you outside of the bar.
He pulled you around back and over to his truck before pressing you against it and kissing you with such ferocity it took your breath. He then grabbed you under your thighs and lifted you, pressing himself in between your legs. You could feel his hard cock pressed against you and ground your clothed center into him. He groaned deeply against your lips before fumbling with the door handle and all but tossing you into the back seat, making you yip.
He chuckled at your reaction before getting in and shutting the door. He straddled your legs and began pawing at your body. “You got too many clothes on Sugarplum,” he murmured before he started undressing you. He began with your top, then your bra. He groaned appreciatively at the sight of your bare breasts before reaching down and grabbing them up in his big hands. They were warm and rough, sending chills over your body. “Mmm,” you mewled as he began rolling your nipples under his thumbs.
“These are nice darlin’. Real nice,” he said before leaning down and taking a nipple in his mouth. Your body writhed beneath him at the feeling. When he let one go he just couldn’t neglect the other so he gave it the attention he thought it so well deserved. He kissed down your stomach before popping the button on your jeans. “You like oral Sugarplum?,” he mumbled against your skin as he continued to kiss you. “Hmm?,” he insisted. “I- I’ve never orgasmed from oral, but most men can’t find the fucking clit,” you panted. “I know exactly where it is, and I can show you,” he said assuredly.
“Okay,” you breathed. He slid your pants and underwear off before looking down at you. “Pretty,” he said, mostly to himself as he ran his fingers through your slick folds. He dipped one in. He slid it in and out, making you moan. “Shit,” he groaned. “What’s wrong,” you asked. “Not one thing darlin’. So tight and wet. You’re gonna feel amazin’,” he told you. “You got protection?,” you asked. “‘Course I do,” he replied before leaning down and flicking his tongue out against your clit.
“Fuck,” you cried out. “Told you I knew where it was,” he said before going right back to eating you out. He was swapping between licking and suckling your clit while continuing to move his finger in and out of you. Ragged little gasps came from deep within your throat, you in complete and total pleasure from what he was doing to you. He slid his arm beneath your thigh pulling you impossibly closer before reaching up and fondling your breast. Grabbing, pumping, licking, sucking. Again and again and again.
“Ssss- Sy,” you cried out as you came. “That’s right baby,” he cooed as he worked you through your orgasm. He kept licking your oversensitive clit, and added another finger to your aching cunt. “I- I can’t,” you gasped. “Just one more. Your little pussy tastes so good. I ain’t ready to stop yet”, he told you before starting back up. Before it was over you were squirming against his face and fingers chasing release. What finally sent you over the edge was him sucking your clit into his mouth and moving his tongue over it in quick, tight little flits. “Ooooh fuck,” you moaned while gripping at his forearms. “Mmhmm,” he groaned against you.
He finally pulled back taking the time to suck your juices off his fingers before ridding himself of his clothes. You looked down at his hard cock and bit your lip. It was so big you weren’t sure if it was going to fit. “You can touch if you want darlin’. I won’t bite, unless you want me to,” he winked. You sat up and ran your hands over his hairy chest, down his stomach, and finally to his girth. You wrapped your hand around it, stroking him a few times before taking your thumb and rubbing the precum over the head. “Shit baby,” he shuddered at the feeling. “I’ve never had one this big before,” to told him. He took your face in his hands while you stroked him and kissed you hungrily. “I’ll take it easy on you darlin’. You still want it?,” he said.
“Yes. I- I wanna try,” you told him. “You’re good girl ain’t you?,” he then said. “Maybe,” you said as you looked up through your lashes. He reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom. He slid it on before laying you back on the seat. He pressed the head of his cock against your cunt before looking down at you. He grabbed your breasts before breaching your entry. As promised, he took it easy on you, slowing pushing his way inside.
“Oh my God,” you groaned when he bottomed out. You could feel yourself constricting around him but you couldn’t stop. “Fuck, Sugarplum. You gotta relax,” he panted. “So big. Uhhh, you’ve got me so full Sy,” you whined. Between how tight you were, the sight of your body and your pussy wrapped around his cock, and your words Sy was more aroused than he could ever remember being in his life. He started moving, harder and faster than you expected. You gasped at the feeling.
“Yeah? This alright. I- I can’t. I can’t darlin’. You feel so good,” he whimpered. “Yeah. Mmmm. Harder,” you pleaded. He hadn’t even been inside you long but you felt yourself so close to your peak it was ridiculous. Sy gladly obliged. He pounded into you hard and deep, the head of his cock, pressing further than any man had ever pressed before. You reached your hand down to your pelvis and could feel him moving beneath your skin. “That where you feel me baby? All the way up there?,” he grunted. “Yes,” you whimpered. “Anybody else ever fuck you this good Sugarplum? I know you’re close already. Feel you squeezing me so tight,” he said. “Nooooo,” you sobbed as your orgasm hit you. Your legs shook at the force of it. “Damn right baby. Fuckin’ takin’ my cock so well. I knew you were a good girl, Pussy’s so fuckin’ good can hardly stand it,” he said before pulling out and snatching you up and setting you on your knees.
He had you facing the back glass of the truck, where he arched you to his liking and reentered you. You held onto the back of the seat as he absolutely throttled you. He moved your hair to the side before wrapping his arms around you and laying his front to your back. He pressed sloppy, wet kisses to the side of your neck as soft groans fell from his lip that you could still somehow manage to hear over your wanton moans. “Gonna come for me again Sugarplum? I sure wish you would. Wanna feel you,” he whispered into your ear. He pulled you upright before scooting you forward and pressing you into the seat and back glass. Your nipples pressed into the cool glass while Sy held you about the middle.
“Or maybe you’re a bad girl. Letting me fuck you like this where anybody could see, huh?,” he taunted. He ran his hand down and rubbed your clit as he slowed down and ground into you. “Y- you’re fuckin’ me so good I don’t care who sees,” you said between pants. You could feel him smile against your shoulder. “Yeah? You like how I’m giving it to you darlin’?,” he asked. Just then you came a fourth time, unable to hold yourself together any longer. “You do like it huh? Never had such a responsive little thing. Respondin’ to my touch, my cock, and even my voice. Fuckin’ sexy as hell,” he said before sliding out of you again.
You whimpered at the feeling of being so empty after he’d had you so full. “Come here,” he said. You shakily turned around and sat down on his waiting lap, sliding down on his cock inch by inch. He took your face in his hands and kissed you as you started rolling your hips, grinding against him. “Just like that darlin’,” he whispered before kissing you again. You kneaded at his strong back as you kept moving your hips. He slid his tongue across your lower lip before you opened your mouth and granted him entry.
“Mmmm,” he groaned over and over. You came once again before Sy took over. He kept you there in his lap, as he braced himself and started pounding into you. “I’m about to come darlin’. You’ve been so good for me. Comin’ on my mouth and fingers, then on my cock so many times. I’m gonna show you just how good you make me feel,” he whined. “Uhhh, uhhh, uh, uhh. Fuuuuck,” he husked as his body went rigid. He moaned loudly as he slammed you down on his cock twice more before he stilled.
He held you tightly as he rested his head on your chest, his sweat dripping onto you. He rubbed your back softly before giving you a kiss and helping you off him. He disposed of the condom before gathering up your clothes and handing them to you. Once you were both dressed he helped you out of the truck then took a look at you and chuckled. “What is it?,” you asked in confusion. “I got your hair sticking out everywhere,” he laughed as he tried to smooth it down. “Better?,” you questioned. “Ehh, not really,” he smirked. “Oh well,” you shrugged.
“Really?,” he questioned playfully. “Look, I just had the best sex of my life, my hair is the least of my concerns,” you giggled. “Best of mine too Sugarplum,” he told you. It took you a minute to register what he’d just said. When it did he looked at you with a lopsided grin. “I mean it. If I’m not being too bold, we should do it again sometime”, he then said. “Seriously?,” you questioned. “Unless you don’t wanna,” he added. “I definitely do want to. Where’s your phone?,” you asked. He reached in his back pocket and handed it to you.
“There. I put my number in there so you can call me whenever you want,” you told him. “Whenever I want huh?,” he smiled. You draped your arms around his neck, and looked into his eyes. “Whenever. You. Want,” you reiterated. He grabbed you at the nape of your neck and gave you another one of those fierce kisses that took your breath before pulling you back just enough to look at you. “I’ll definitely be callin’ you,” he rasped. “I’ll be waitin’,” you said before kissing his lips and walking away.
Part Two
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miguelhugger2099 · 3 months
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Snowfall
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Summary: You, the Goddess of Life, visit the God of Death in the forest during a snowstorm. Next Miguel x Fem!Reader, Proofread but I was half-asleep, Fluff, A smidge of angst, Word Count: 1,458 This song is what caused this fic to form in my brain.
A blizzard had made its way to the village, its cold and harsh winds slamming against wooden cabins and tiny snowflakes that only piled up into mountains by the hour.
However, by his lonesome, stood a man in the forest. A forest that had once been flourishing with soft green grass, and a gentle blue lake in the middle with the sun's warm rays peeking through the leaves of the giant pine trees.
His black coat and black shawl around his head was a stark contrast to the pure white snow on the ground and in the sky. But it matched perfectly with the splatter of blood that tainted said purity.
He bent down, kneeling before the creature that had spilled blood: a baby deer wounded by its ribs. It was shot for food by hunters right before the blizzard hit, leaving them to abandon the animal.
The fawn wheezed softly, its beady black eyes staring up at the man. It weakly twitched, its hind legs failing to push itself up. The baby had squirmed the closer the man approached it with a gentle hand. Despite the cold weather, the man never shivered when a particular gust of wind blew through the branches, making his shawl slip off his head.
He gently caressed its head, rubbing his thumb comfortingly under its eye. He felt an ache for the poor baby, lost and alone in the bitter cold.
The baby had bleated softly, perhaps a cry to its mother before falling limp–marking the end of its life. His frown deepened, flinching his hand back to his chest and standing up again. The soul of the animal ripped itself from the confinements of mortality, stretching its limbs. He watched it flail around in small hops, before staring at him for a moment, its nose twitching and scurrying away to the afterlife.
He then turned his head down to glare at the dead body until a kind voice interrupted him.
“I apologize for the intrusion, Miguel.” He turned around with his eyes widening slightly. He saw you stand a few feet away from him, your usual soft smile on your face. Quietly, he whispered your name.
You wore a white cloak over a warm thick white cotton dress–he assumed with many layers underneath– and a crown made of branches atop of your head. You seamlessly fit into the background of the snow with your outfit. Your hair was the same, perfect as ever, free and let down from any hairstyle. The cold had gotten to you, snowflakes on your eyelashes and you held yourself close to keep a bit of warmth.
You approached him, the crunch of the snow underneath following you. When you met with him face to face, you gingerly reached over to place his shawl back over his head to protect him from the cold even though you both knew he didn't really need it.
“You shouldn't be here.” Miguel worried, fussing over you as he held you by your forearms. “You're supposed to be resting.”
Every year for a few weeks, you would take the time to sleep after a couple of months caring for Mother Earth. Miguel, the God of Death, offered to help you by taking care of Mother Earth while you slept. So instead of flourishing crops, warm sun and bright scenery, Miguel's cold hands left trees dying, more opportunities for illness, and an even bigger chance of death–the season many humans know as winter.
“I wanted to see you.” You smiled at him which made Miguel scoff at your ridiculousness. He took off his shawl and placed it around you to keep you warmer. Miguel stopped you before you could protest.
“You and I both know that I wear these just so the mortals don't ask questions,” He grumbled, successfully wrapping the fabric in a snug manner. Since you were the Goddess of Life, you were more used to the warmth of the sun shining down on you and the blood pumping through your veins and to your beating heart. For Miguel, all he knows is the coldest feeling there is, so a storm like this could never harm him. You stared up at him with adoration before yawning. Miguel pointed it out. “I knew it. Go back to bed.”
Despite his warning you slip past him to stare at the deer that had fallen into Miguel's care. Your eyes glazed over its body, resting a moment longer on the gunshot wound that was still seeping red into the plush snow, the blizzard slowly covering its body in a white blanket.
He stands behind you as you bend down on your knees to kneel beside the deer, nervously awaiting your reaction. “You tried saving its life, didn't you?” You asked, never turning away from the animal. You began petting it gently as if it were still alive.
Miguel frowned, looking off to the side. “I was putting it out of its misery.” You huffed a small laugh through your nose and got up again on your feet. You turned to him again and reached up to cup his cheek. He melted into your hand, the only source of warmth he could ever get the chance to feel. His eyes softened down at you.
“Thank you.” You whispered. Miguel's face hardened again but he did not stray from your palm.
“For what? For killing your creations?”
You sighed. No matter how many times you've had this conversation with him, he always seemed to put himself down. “You don't kill, Miguel.” You assure him.
“My life's work is to kill. It's my duty.” He retaliated, his eyes glancing at the fawn before looking back down at you.
“You think lowly of yourself.” You slip your hand down to his chest. “Your work is beautiful.”
“There's no beauty in death, my lady.” Miguel placed his hand over yours on his chest. You don't feel a heartbeat drumming inside. “It's grotesque and heartless.”
You scrunch your nose, not believing a word he's said. “And who has told you this? The mortals?” You ask. His jaw clenches.
“They adore you and not me.” He says.
“Are you saying you're jealous, my lord?”
“I'm saying what is true,” He says firmly, not wanting to amuse your upcoming antics. “You are beauty. You are perfection. You are divine,” He cups your cheek and you shiver from the coolness of his fingers.
“Look around you. Mortals are struggling to stay warm, to find food and shelter. I've caused this. They…they curse my name,” He comes closer to you, tilting your head up to meet his ruby eyes. “I fear you shine too brightly, my lady.” Your breath hitches as you look up at him. You shake, not knowing if it's from the puff of wind passing by or your heart stuttering in your chest when he inches closer.
“What are you saying, Miguel?” You whisper.
His eyes dart to your lips, stopping the urge to kiss you. “I want to shine with you. But I'm not worthy. Not with the acts I've done. Not with the blood I've spilled alongside mortals and destroying your works of art.”
“Miguel,” Your heart speeds up, quick to calm the self destructive thoughts he's producing.
“My life has no meaning without you. What good is appreciating life if there is no death? You make living precious. You make it sacred. And when the time comes, you make it merciful,” Your other hand comes up to his hair, running your cold fingertips through his strands. “That is your true nature. Whatever humans do to abuse your power is not a part of you.”
Miguel leans his forehead against you, closing his eyes. You mirror his actions, pressing against him and simply feeling him. His hands move around you, bringing you closer by the waist. The wind passes by with a high pitched whistle. “So…warm.” He breathes out softly.
He pulls away from you, bending at the waist to pick up your hand and kiss your knuckles. You feel your cheeks heat up while he looks up at you through his eyelashes. “You must be tired, mi reina. I'll take you home.”
Miguel reaches down to pick you up bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled closer to him despite his freezing exterior. You feel him hold you tightly to his chest protectively as he walks out of the forest to bring you home.
The fawn's dead body lies underneath a pile of snow now, hidden from the world. Its remains will seep into the ground, nurturing the future plants that will grow in its place once the winter is gone and spring returns– the cycle of life and death– an eternal harmony.
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A/N: man i fucking love anything to do with gods and goddesses. i might make this a mini series of just snippets of their relationship but ahhhh i dunno if anyone will even like this tbh. i did have fun writing it though
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woso-dreamzzz · 5 months
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Pet Problems II
Alexia Putellas x Reader
Summary: Your cat gets pregnant (It's all Mapi's fault)
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There was one non-negotiable in your relationship with Alexia.
You had one hard boundary and that was your cat.
Kiara was an absolute beauty with her soft ginger fur and striking green eyes. You had rescued Kiara even before you moved to Barcelona. She had kept you company through the ups and downs - always your steadfast companion.
She loved you as you loved her. She liked to ride on your shoulders and sit down to watch your favourite shows together. She would come home with sunflowers she had ripped up from the local field in her mouth and present them to you the way other cats brought home mice or birds.
She was the absolute light of your life.
It was unfortunate then, that the other light of your life was decidedly not a cat person.
Alexia was not a cat person in the slightest. She doted on Nala like a child, she loved that little dog with absolutely everything in her being and, while you could flip between dog and cat person with ease, she could not.
"Staring at Kiara won't make her stop," You said as you sat at the kitchen table with a book open and Kiara sitting next to it, staring down Alexia with large unblinking eyes.
Alexia's eye twitched. "Are you sure you don't want to come?"
She was dressed to go and walk Nala - a pair of sweatpants riding low on her hips and a crop top displaying her perfect abs.
"The vet's giving me a call in a bit," You replied," I want to be home."
You had been trying to arrange an appointment to get Kiara spayed for a while now. Before moving to Barcelona, she had been an indoor cat so you never had to worry but now, with her going in and out of the house, you decided it was better late than never.
"Fine," Alexia huffed. She crossed the kitchen and moved to lay a soft kiss on your lips but froze inches away when Kiara yowled her annoyance.
She pointed at your cat. "She's my girlfriend. Don't tell me what I can and can't do."
You rolled your eyes. "She's a cat, Ale. She's not telling you to do anything.
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The feud between Kiara and Alexia took a dramatic turn the week after, when you received a frantic and apologetic call from the vet.
Your cat was a lot of things.
Regal.
Beautiful.
A menace to your girlfriend.
But what you hadn't known to put on that list was...allergic to anaesthetic.
The vet call was frantic in their apologies about sending your cat into anaphylactic shock and also not being able to spay her.
You were stuck at work - right in the middle of shooting promotional images for the women's team's new third kit reveal - so you called up Alexia to retrieve Kiara from the vet.
Apparently, it had not gone well.
For one, when you arrived home, Kiara raced into your arms and refused to leave for several hours.
Second, you had to multitask between holding your cat and cleaning up the scratches she had left all over Alexia's arms - who pouted her way into making you be her 'sexy nurse' because it was your cat who did the crime even though she was perfectly capable of clearing herself up.
And third, the pair would not stop glaring at each other.
Every time Alexia moved closer to you, Kiara hissed.
Every time Kiara tried to nuzzle you, Alexia moved you away.
You exchanged a look with Nala, who sat by your side as Kiara and Alexia had a stand off by the fridge.
"I know," You huffed," They're both so dramatic."
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"Hmm, baby," You hummed as Alexia's mouth dipped down into the junction between your neck and collarbone.
"Does that feel good?" She whispered against your skin, biting down softly before giggling and moving up to kiss your lips again.
"You know it feels good," You said when you pulled away," Cockiness doesn't suit you, Ale."
"Everything suits me."
You rolled your eyes as the pair of you switched focus back to the TV, sharing errant kisses whenever there was an ad break.
This weekend getaway had been a trip from Patri a while ago, citing that you two needed to get away for a while because the sexual tension at work was suffocating.
You had both rolled your eyes at that (pointedly not letting her know about the secret quickie you had in the cleaning closet) but snatched up the tickets nonetheless and disappeared off into the countryside.
You picked up your phone, checking through your notifications as Alexia wandered off to fill up your wine glasses again.
You replied to your parents asking about when you were coming to visit.
You answered Pina about the new sushi place near the stadium.
You sent a heart to Alexia's mother after she sent a picture of Nala happily playing with Alba.
You hovered over Mapi's message, a smile stretching across your face when you saw Kiara curled up into Bagheera's side, with him gently grooming her.
"Wine?" Alexia asked even though she already knew that answer.
You took the glass, drained half before fully leaning against her, tucked securely under her arm.
"Mmm, you're so warm, baby," You said, yawning softly as you trained your eyes back on the show.
Alexia's hand drew soft circles against your arms, her nails scratching you ever so softly. "You comfy?"
"With you? Always."
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It was certainly a comical sight.
Kiara sat, regal as ever, on the sofa while Alexia paced up and down like a parent about the lecture their child.
Meanwhile, you sat on the ground with Nala, hopelessly staring at the ultrasound clutched in your fingers.
"I mean...How did this happen?!" Alexia demanded, hands up in the air in anger.
Mapi, whose throat bobbed uncomfortably, coughed. "Well, when a mummy cat and a daddy cat love each other very much-"
"You!" Alexia whipped around, finger pointed in her best friend's direction. "This is all your fault! You didn't get Bagheera fixed?!"
"You didn't get Kiara fixed!"
"We did try," You said weakly, still staring at the litter of kittens in your cat's stomach," But she's allergic to anaesthesia."
"I don't want to see your cat sniffing around her anymore unless he's doing it without his balls!" Alexia insisted before whirling around to look at Kiara, who licked her paws nonchalantly. "And you, young lady! How irresponsible can you be?! Letting a cat like Bagheera get you pregnant!"
"Hey! Bagheera's perfectly respectable!"
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To say that Alexia was more nervous about the birth than Kiara, was the understatement of the century.
Kiara had done all of her cat things well. She had nested. She had gotten fat. She had managed to remain the dominant pet in the household even though it took her five minutes to cross from the kitchen to the living room.
She was prepared even when she started to yowl in pain when labour began.
Alexia, unpredictably, burst into tears.
"Okay, okay, baby," You said, rubbing Alexia's arm to console her while Kiara yowled," She'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" Alexia said," I think we should call the vet. What if something goes wrong?"
"She'll be fine," You insisted, poking your head into the room," See, she's almost done. Six out, one to go. She's doing so well."
When the yowls finally stopped, Alexia pulled away, wiping her tears and crawling into the room.
You had hollowed out the bottom drawer of the spare room's cabinet and filled it with soft blankets for Kiara to nest in. She lifted her head when you both approached, purring when Alexia came to scratch behind her ears.
"They...They look healthy," Alexia said as she watched the kittens forage for warmth and milk from Kiara.
"They do," You replied, resting a hand on Alexia's waist as she watched them. You grinned at Kiara, who sported the most triumphant look ever as Nala padded in and licked your cat's head. "See, baby, everyone's okay."
You glanced down at your phone to text everyone about the arrival of the kittens. "Mapi wants to bring Bagheera over to meet them."
Alexia glared. "I don't want that demon cat anywhere near ours."
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littlebluespoon · 5 months
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Unstuck (Octo!König Part 3)
Happy Halloween! Have a little treat on me <3
This one is dedicated to the lovely anon who filled my ask box with octo!König ideas. I couldn't not use the nipple piercing one, its like it was made for octopus!König.
Part 1 - Stuck Part 2 - Stuck (Again) Part 4 - Stranded
<1K, 18+, nipple piercings, top half nudity, angst
Anyway, without further rambling, part 3! Have fun!
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Your three weeks of leave were wonderful, spending time with family, catching up with friends and even treating yourself a little. Your friends had dared you to get piercings and after much debate and convincing yourself that no one would know you were breaking regulations as they’d be under your clothes at all times, you got yourself nipple piercings.
Returning to base and to work meant you were kept busy. Enough that you barely had time to worry about anyone finding out your little secret. In fact, you had nearly forgotten all about them the day it happened. There was nothing wrong with the day, it had been a standard day, nothing remarkable and no issues had cropped up. You had only dealt with some cuts and bruises so the paperwork you had to do was minimal, and as you mindlessly finished it up your mind drifted to dinner. The door slamming made you jump. There in the doorway stood Horangi, 
“Take him! Before I rip his arms off!” He shouted at you, throwing a ball towards your desk. Before you could respond, he was gone and the ball was moving towards you. 
Unable to process the last few seconds it took the feel of tentacle on your arm to move you into action,
“König? What’s wrong?” Seeing as your last few experiences with the hybrid involved him being injured, you made a beeline for your aquatic med kit and towards a patient bed.
“Come on, let me get a look at you,” you tried pulling him off but were as unsuccessful as ever. He just continued up your arm towards his favourite spot which is when you began to panic,
“No König! Just stay where you are, okay?” Attempting to use your free hand and block him from continuing up your body while making sure he wasn’t bleeding, wasn’t the easiest of tasks. Especially not while you scrambled for an excuse as to why he couldn’t be attached to your chest,
“I uhh… I took a hit in training. I’m bruised, yeah. Eh, I’m all bruised so you can’t sit there today.” Seeing that there didn’t seem to be anything physically wrong with him you walked back to your desk, closing the door as you went. König seemed to consider what you were saying, he stopped his climbing efforts and stared at you. You who had suddenly found so much more paperwork that needed doing. 
Settling back into a rhythm of paperwork with König on your arm was fairly easy and it lasted a while. Enough that you had distracted yourself in checkboxes and signatures and your heartrate had come back down to normal. Until König reached out a tentacle and brought it hammering down across your chest. With a yelp and a flinch, you dropped everything,
“König! What the hell was that for huh?!” You stared down at his beady eyes, in a stand off with him. He moved closer and you flinched, one of his arms were held aloft, swaying gently in the air and every so often it found its way closer to you. Distracted by the arm in the air, you never even noticed the other two, as quick as lighting, they darted forward and ripped your shirt open. 
Your unmarred chest stared back at him. And you could have sworn his expression was that of a raised eyebrow. You, too frozen to react to anything, standing there as he worked the rest of your clothes off until he found what you were hiding. No bruises. Two little metal bars. A rapid heartbeat.
“It’s not like anyone else knows. And besides, if you weren’t such a pervert, you wouldn’t know!” Your defence was shaky, even you knew it, “Can’t just respect someone’s boundaries can you? You’ve got to have whatever you want.” Lashing out in an attempt to keep from crying as you pulled your shirt across your chest but you found your efforts hampered by König as he began climbing up again, 
“No!” Brining an arm across your chest to protect your nipples, you shout at him, “They can’t be touched so just shimmy your way back down. And while you’re at it, why don’t you just get off?” He freezes at your words, you’ve been annoyed at him in the past but never angry. Never upset. 
As he pulls himself off to sit on your desk you bring a hand to your eyes, desperate to remove any evidence of tears before turning away from him to find a new shirt. Cleaning yourself up, removing the small spots of spilled ink on your arms and coving yourself in a spare shirt you made your way back to your desk. Expecting to find a grumpy octopus instead you’re met with a puddle of ink ruining your paperwork and not a bit of orange in sight.
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As always my ask box is open for asks and requests <3
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