#name calling

[babys-nsfw-thoughts]

is it really so much to ask for my friends to find my blog and make fun of me for it? laugh at me for being into puppyplay, calling me a dumb mutt, asking if i want to go for a walk... noticing how i start squirming and one of them sticks their hand up my skirt to feel me through my panties

"oh my god, their so wet!"

"no way this turns you on too."

"jesus you really are a little whore"

i try my best not to whimper when one of them yells 'speak!' one of them walks over to me and pinches my nipple, making me moan loudly.

"aww is that all it takes? one little pinch and you're moaning like a slut for us?"

another comes up behind me and gropes my ass, fingers inching towards my hole. I whine at the feeling.

"what a little slut, barely even touched and you're such a mess."

"let's play with them for real, it's not like they'll mind."

i try so hard not to moan or whimper as i'm pulled to the floor, shirt pulled above my head then binding my wrists together. my skirt is flipped up and panties pulled down, strings of my wetness clinging to them.

"aww, so wet from us feeling you up huh? pathetic slut."

a finger is swirled through my juices then stuck in my mouth. I can't help the moan that comes from the taste.

"what don't they like?"

"do you wanna see who can make them cum more? I bet they won't mind~"

"only if i get to ride their face on your turns."

#nsft #nsft text #nsft post #bd/sm pet #bd/sm kink #nsft imagine #nsft personal #bd/sm dynamic #bd/sm pup #puppyplay #submisive and breedable #needy sub #subspace #light cnc #name calling #tw degradation #degredation kink #slight exhibitionism

[supercap2319]

"Parker we shouldn't." Y/N moaned as Parker's lips were on his sweet spot on his neck. That part that made Y/N crazy and left him a whimpering mess. Parker pressed their bodies together as his hot breath was on his neck.

"We shouldn't have the first time, Stark." Parker said. He began to put his hand in Y/N's pants and teased his growing erection. "Before I fuck you senseless. Flash Thompson is having a party tomorrow night and I want you to come."

"I already did come. Or have you forgotten?" Y/N half jokes/whines as Parker teases his sensitive dick head. He let out a breathy chuckle. "You certainly did. All over my fucking face. It was hot."

It was hard to focus on anything as Parker attacked Y/N's neck and jerked him off, but he tried to maintain control. "Are we going as friends or enemies?"

Parker scoffed. "Enemies, dumbass. You actually think I would have people associate me with you?"

Y/N frowned. "You fucking asshole." He kissed him harder tugging hard on his stupid sugar brown hair.

He watched as Parker took off his shirt and pushed him onto the floor as Parker looked down at him and smirked. "You're a fucking cock slut, Stark."

"And you're a slut slut, Parker. Now shut up, and fuck me."

"Aye aye captain."

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #spiderman #tom holland #tom holland x male reader #peter parker #peter parker x male reader #mcu spiderman #enemies to friends to lovers #hate sex #name calling

[luluia]

Love You

Summary-Zoro had a bit too many drinks and now you have to take care of him

Warnings-none

A/n-This is my first story so let me know how I did 😭🙏

It was another day on the Straw Hat’s ship as you talked to Robin about this book you both read but little did you know a certain moss head had been eyeing you

“Let’s have a banquet!” Luffy said as Usopp and Chopper smiled cheering for a banquet along with him

“For what? Morons” Nami said as they shrugged

“Don’t be so harsh Nami, I think it could be fun!” You smiled at the idea since it might be fun

“Banquets means more sake so I don’t care either way” Zoro said having a cup of sake you quickly glanced at him before looking away

Truth be told you had feelings for the swordsman as Sanji went immediately to prepare the food for the banquet after you and Robin said that you guys should have one

“Hey Robin more about that book I think that he chose the wrong girl. I mean the other girl was so sweet and they had so much chemistry!” You said

“I see your point but if you really think about it the author chose a more rich girl x poor boy approach. I mean did you even read Chapters 20-23.” Robin said she had a point “Keep it down drama Queen. I’m trying to sleep here” The green haired male said

“Y’know I never knew Cosmo had a long lost retarded brother until I met you!” I smiled as Robin giggled he shut up until the cook called for him “MOSS HEADDDD!!! HOW DARE YOU CALL Y/N-SWANNN A DRAMA QUEEN” He said as they started fighting

“Moss Head’s a cute nickname” You said to Robin as the two of you watched them fight Nami soon joined as you three began to talk

~During The Banquet~

“I’m gonna be King of the-“ Luffy said raising his glass before passing out everyone seemed too except you, Nami, Robin, and Zoro but he was restless

“I’m going to put everyone to bed” I said standing up as Nami and Robin both decided to help they were both a little intoxicated but not Zoro intoxicated as you three both carried the past out members of your crew only Zoro was left so Nami and Robin decided to head to bed smirking and giggling

“Alright. Let’s get you back to bed-“ You said stretching a bit before he interrupted you by pulling you down and onto his lap your cheeks turning a light pink

“Not yet.” He said holding you close you thought this was probably because he was intoxicated but still you felt a little spark within you light up with joy. “Y/n.” He said as you hummed in response “I love you” He squeezed you tired your face was like a tomato’s

“Shut up Moss Head!” You said turning your head away as he smiled burying his head in the crevice of your neck “Your Moss head” He smiled and you felt it

“Z-Zoro you’re drunk right now.” You replied he tightened his grip around your waist “Who cares? I love you the same drunk or not” He kissed your neck softly “And plus I like when you say my name” He running a hand through your hair “I want us to be more than friends” He said

“You’ll snap out of it by morning” You said he didn’t like that response “Don’t do that. Discount my feelings” He squeezed you tighter if that was even possibly “I’m barely friend material. Let alone more than friend material. If I’m being honest you deserve someone way better!” You replied hoping that he would finally go to bed and sober up

“Mmh but there’s no one better than you” He said before you realized he’s starting to dose off you ruffled his hair a bit as he drank some water from earlier to sober up a bit

“Do you not… like me back” He said before falling asleep. He was too heavy to carry back on your own and his grip on you left you no choice but to stay there the rest of the night

“I do love you… stupid moss head” You said kissing the side of his head

BONUS

The Swordsman woke up before you did as he blushed at the sight before slowly taking you off of him as set you down on the floor he was still pretty hungover from last night

“I… love you too Zoro” She mumbled in her sleep he wondered what she meant by too but he was happy she loved him as she started waking up

“It’s so bright” You said using your arm to cover your eyes “Morning. Did the princess sleep well or does she prefer her soft mattress” He said to you as the events from last night came to view

“Oh put a sock in it! I only did it because you were drunk and being clingy” You crossed your arms as he looked over at you smiling before leaning over you “So does that mean you’ll stay with me if I become intoxicated?” He hummed “That’s not what I- You were just vulnerable and I didn’t want anyone to take advantage is all. Plus you’re the one who said you love me”

“Because it’s true” He smiled teasing you.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #x reader #fluff #straw hat pirates #tired #zoro x reader #romance #teasing #snuggles #mean to him #name calling #anime and manga #first post #one piece x reader #i love you

[genshingarbage]

So, uh, this is just some mindless drabble type stuff that sprouted for my sheer love for Al-haitham lmao, not me with the C1 Al-haitham whaaaaaaat??? Lmaoooo, but yea, this is just pure smut for the sake of smut, so uuuhh? Yea, enjoy, I guess? Lol also fair warning, in my mind Al-haitham is only cold and distant at work and to those he doesn't really trust, with those he trusts he's a giant sweet goofy teddy lmaooooooooo - Mod Diluc

My Business Not Yours.

||NSFW||

Al-haitham x Reader / Smut / One-Shot

The voices inside saying to turn tail and run, not to bother the man, leave him be and that you're just going to annoy him, after all he had stopped showing up at the Akademiya for a while now, and you had already clued in as to why; it was no secret, to you anyways, of the man he shared his home with, how close they seemed to be too. Where ever Al-haitham was in that building, Kaveh was right behind him, as if joint to hip.

You swallowed down the thick lump that was in your dry throat, nervously tugging at the bottom of your shirt that hugged around your body, your skin paling as the thoughts in the back of your mind began to grow increasingly louder the closer you got toward Al-haithams home.

Of course you liked Kaveh, pray he don't misunderstand! He's never done you any ill, and not once has he been rude or dismissive of you, whenever you use to visit he was so chatty and engaging toward you, it almost could've been mistaken for him enjoying anyone's company other than his own boyfriend's. Because they were boyfriends, they had to be. It just made sense in your mind.

But it didn't stop the little pain that nestled into your heart everytime you thought on it for too long, whether you wanted to admit it or not, you had fallen for Al-haitham, pathetically hard might you add. It wasn't your intention too, of course not, The Scribe was merely tutoring you as the Akademiya were low on staff as of late. He always kept discussions, work related, and professional.

Until as of recently, that is however, roughly two months ago, if you were to try conjure an estimation exactly of when he suddenly became a little more informal toward you, making jokes, asking more personal questions, ones that were on the level of what friends would ask. And with this sudden change of behaviour spiked a change in your way of seeing him, feeling for him.

You originally thought he was single, for he'd never mentioned the existence of Kaveh before, not for the entirety of the year you've known him. But he was if anything, a private man, kept to himself on almost everything and anything, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to you when he asked you round one evening for a few drinks, and some light chatter, to suddenly be introduced to this man who unbeknownst to you, and the rest of Sumeru City it would seem, had been settled here for some time now, in Al-haithams home.

But surprise you, it did, and you'd be lying if you didn't have to choke down the raw disappointment and heartache that swelled within upon the realisation as you smiled politely and introduced yourself to Kaveh. But still, you didn't blame him, of course not. You weren't entitled to Al-haitham in any sense of the word. The man can love who he wants, and Kaveh was a charming man to boot, not to mention friendly and sweet. You just got your hopes up is all, silly of you to do so in hindsight now, but what can you do? You're only human.

Still, it had been three weeks since Al-haitham had last been seen by anyone from the Akademiya, and that was unbefitting to The Scribe, other students and colleagues began to chat and spread rumours that he'd chucked his role in, but you knew better, no way in all of Teyvat would he quit his job, one, not unless for immensely good reason, and two, not without showing face and telling you, you hoped...

That is why you now stood here, hand clenched tightly around a case of yours, and his favourite alcohol shipped all the way from Mondstadt, the type you both enjoy when chatting the night away and killing time, knuckles whitened from your tightening grip as your other hand, clenched in a fist raised up toward the expertly designed door. Nerves gnawing away at your sanity and the burning desire to give up on it all and go home, but despite all the sirens going off in your nervous brain, your hand subconsciously knocked all the same.

Knock, knock, knock.

Nothing.

...nothing.

......still nothing.

Was he not home? It would be just your luck, after all, that he be out the one day, the exact time you come by to visit.

Knock, knock-

You jumped slightly as the door suddenly clicked opened. You hadn't heard him approach from within. How silent must he have been?

"Hello Al-" your voice died down in its happy greeting instantly, at what you saw before you.

Al-haitham hung against the door, drowsy, silver hair dishevelled, eyelids half closed, clothes wrinkled and... exposing parts he probably wasn't aware of, or by the lack of enthusiasm on his face, didn't care of.

"...Haitham" your meek voice finished your greeting that had partially died on your tongue.

He sniffed casually as his eyes opened more, revealing those oddly coloured pupils you could fall for again, and again, as he clocked it was you, his demeanour relaxing instantly he lazily turned and began to walk away from the door he now left open.

"Y/N, what brings you here." He asked in a monotone voice, though it didn't sound like a question, more so a statement.

You took it upon yourself to warily step inside his darkened home, closing the door gently behind you. Glancing around, you softly sighed. You'd feared this outcome. He'd been dumped, hadn't he? It's the only reasonable excuse as to why he's been absent, and now being here, seeing him so hopeless looking. Kaveh would've greeted you by now, but as you expected, the blonde never revealed himself.

"You've uh, been absent for some time, I grew worried is all Al." You continued to glance about realising; Kaveh's paintings and various other decorations were gone. Almost all that was him had disappeared without a trace. Your heart ached, not just for Al-haitham but also yourself, for you'd began to grow a bond with him too, seeing him as a dear friend.

"How thoughtful." He merely spat out, laced with nothing but sarcasm, his mood was sour, and it filled the place with tension. He slumped down on the stool in his kitchen that faced his island in the middle, resting his chin boredly in his palm, which was propped up by his elbow on the hard surface. His eyes darting to you and then to your hand.

"For me?" He questioned properly this time, albeit in a muttered tone, making you draw your attention back to him. Seeing his eyes on the dandelion wine case in your hand, you blushed softly at your forgetfulness.

"O-oh yes! Sorry, I thought maybe we could, uhm, I don't know, chat, I guess? And catch up." You hated how timid you sounded, but it was natural for you to be so around him at this point. He was intimidating even when he was not trying to be.

"Chat?" He mused lowly before huffing aloud, "Sure, haven't seen you in weeks. It would be nice to know how you've been, at least." He finished. You blushed harder at his confession, but he paid it no mind for his eyes were already off you and glancing ahead of him, at, nothingness, blankly.

You made your way around the kitchen island and placed the case down. You were nervous around him, sure, but once in is home, you found it second nature manoeuvring around and making yourself busy. Grabbing some glasses and pulling one of the bottles out, popping the cork off and steadily pouring the glasses out with the beverages. It just felt right and easy to go around his home and have it feel like it was part of you now.

Once filled you slid the glass across the surface to his open palmed hand, he gripped it and began to sip it instantly, it concerned you how fast he was consuming the liquid, but you'd just decided to keep a silent eye on him for now. Taking a small sip yourself, you tried to seem natural with the questions you had bubbling at the surface, wanting to ask them for minutes now; "So... Kaveh?"

"Gone." Short, curt. You expected that response.

"As in?" You replied.

"As in, not coming back." He finished.

You nodded to his words, swirling the glass in your hand as the other rest against the kitchen surface, before adding; "Am I allowed to know why?"

"Disagreement." Elusive again, he clearly didn't wanna talk about it, and you weren't in any position to press further either.

"I see..." You stated flatly, "I'm sorry." You felt obligated to say it, but his solemn look as he nodded slowly in appreciation to your care made you realise why it felt like an obligation in the beginning.

He held out the now empty glass, a silent request for a refill, so you did, placing the bottle back down once finished. He bought the glass back, but this time, he took a more tame sip before placing it down.

"How's work?" He suddenly questioned.

"Boring." You scoffed softly, to which he chuckled gently in response. It felt nice to hear him make that sound, even if it was only briefly.

"You meeting the deadlines?" He continued.

"Of course, I had you as my tutor for a year, remember?" You jested.

His brow furrowed as he sat up properly now to look you in the eye, "what you mean, had?"

The question caught you off guard because, in all honesty, you hadn't realised you'd used past tense. You looked up at him now, your eyes no longer transfixed on the coloured liquid swirling in your glass, gaze locked with his expectant look.

"I- well, uh, I just, people have been talking-"

"Saying what." He demanded.

"Well, that, uh, uhmm, well... that you've chucked the position of Scribe in, that you uh... aren't coming back to The Akademiya..." You finished shakily as if a student being interrogated by her teacher.

He let a sigh draw out his mouth slowly as he shook his head, eyes scanning up to the ceiling of his house as he muttered below exhausted breath; "Archons have mercy."

You stood there unsure what to say next as he just huffed out at nothing before feeling his gaze on you again, the weight felt instantly by you, your eyes shooting back to him to focus now.

"I'm just taking a small vacation Y/N, don't listen to them idiots when it comes to anything to do with me." He stated before taking another sip of his drink.

You nodded, affirming your understanding to his words as you chuckled; "I had a feeling you wouldn't quit your job over a break up anyway." You let out a soft laugh as you took a large sip of your own drink in hand.

His eyes nearly popped from his head at your words, however, as he set his glass down and stood from his stool now; "a what? I'm sorry? Did you say breakup?" The disbelief in his tone had you taken aback again, your tongue really was running loose right now wasn't it? You had a right mind to cut it out.

"I- I," you stuttered, unsure where to take the sentence formulating in your mouth now.

"Y/N... did you think me and Kaveh were..." he looked at you, brow quirked up in utter disbelief still.

You placed your glass down and sheepishly nodded your head as you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly.

You expected him to shout, to yell, but instead, he let out a boisterous laugh, guttural too. It rose from the truthfully deepest parts of his chest. You couldn't help but chuckle slightly yourself, seeing him laugh so giddily, it was contagious.

The tears swelled in his eyes and threatened to spill as he laughed so hard from your assumption before finally wiping his eyes and sighing aloud, coming down from his high.

"Y/N!" He said loudly but not in an angry way more of 'I can't believe you' joking kinda way, "I'm not gay?! What on earth gave you that idea?" He snickered again, his lips curving up into a wide smile. You opened your mouth but quickly shut it, wanting to save grace and not make yourself more of a fool.

"I- well, I don't know! Maybe the fact you had a man living in your home in secrecy for one! Sheesh, you can't blame me for thinking you two were an item. You bickered like an old married couple every time I came around to visit archons sake!" You lifted your hands in a gesture akin to 'help me out here'.

However, his smile faded when the realisation of the fact Kaveh had come back into play hit him, and you mentally yelled at yourself again for ruining the mood.

"I'm sor-" you instinctively went to apologise as the sad face he now had hurt your heart so desperately, but he waved his hand, dismissing your words.

"No, it's alright, don't be sorry, it's funny you assumed we were together, but no, we are just g- we were just good friends." He smiled at you as if to be reassuring to him saying he's alright, but the look of brokenness didn't help him in that effort. "We hadn't seen eye to eye for a while, and it was only a matter of time before, well, this," his hand gestured to the lack of Kaveh's decorations and designs, and presence "finally happened." He sighed, reaching for his glass again and taking another large swig.

You remained silent for what could you possibly say right now that would be of any comfort? He'd lost a once dear friend, and you'd now realised you'd lost a blossoming friendship too, and it stung you bad, so you could only imagine how much it hurt for him. The way he downed his drink made you happy you'd bought it in the first place, though you wasn't one to agree with drowning sorrows with alcohol. It helped every now and then, at least.

You stretched out, allowing a loud huff to leave yourself and effectively kill the silence that had begun to drown the room in tension; "Come, no more sad talk, let's take the drinks to the sofa and have some catch up time, I've missed my drinking buddy." You smiled warmly, and he simply smiled and nodded back.

-

The night quickly went by with you both talking about work, discoveries you'd made, ideas he'd been sitting on, interests and further hobbies you'd both decided to reveal to one another, reminiscing on past funny moments when working together, joint dislike towards certain colleagues and disagreeing with many of The Akademiya's methods in pursuit of knowledge.

It was moments like this that made your heart swell harder and reminded you why you'd begun to fall for him in the first place. You both clicked together over every little detail. You either complimented each other perfectly with your agreements on matters or delicately accentuated your differences in debates on others. Either way, you were both puzzle pieces that perfectly placed together in any jigsaw.

From both yours and his humour to your hobbies and interests, it didn't matter. You just enjoyed the company of each other over everything, you were comforted in his presence, and he was comforted in yours. There was no need for further questions or desperate attempts to create conversational topics, they fell from you both so naturally, and even more so once the alcohol had finally began to take root in your mind and his.

Cut to fifty-seven minutes later, and you're both closer with one another than how you'd oringally started out tonight, figuratively and literally. The jokes becoming more daring with underlining tones you couldn't quite take as anything more than flirtatious banter right now, and your tongue becoming even more looser than before.

-

You couldn't stop laughing, not with how Al-haithams drunken impersonation of one of your more annoying work colleagues was so spot on! Right down to the way he always flicks his hair as if he's a famous scientist known world wide.

"Pffthahahaha!" Your tears fell from your eyes freely as you couldn't stop laughing. You'd broken into such a giggle fit it even caught Al-haitham in the midst of it beginning to wheeze himself, you both sat on his sofa, the light basking you in a relaxing glow as the nightsky had claimed territory above Teyvat outside now.

You tapped his knee gently pleading for a time-out to catch your breath, though he'd stopped impersonating a full minute ago now and so you both were just clutching your stomachs and wheezing like two utter mad men as the alcohol sent a pleasant buzz down your spine.

Once the laughing had finally begun to die down, you found yourself just staring at him, your head cocked to the side and resting in your palm as it pressed against the back of the sofa. He breathed in deeply to regain some slight composure before looking at you, cocking his head playfully at you now.

A small smile crept onto your lips uncontrollably, and your words fell effortlessly from you; "you're just a big goof ya know that?"

He gasped mockingly as he turned to place his glass down on the small coffee table stowed away at the side of his sofas' arm rest. Turning his attention back to you, "so rude Y/N."

You giggled, rolling your eyes, your other hand loosely holding the glass at a slight angle, the wine inside close to spilling out if you were to tip it anymore so; "No, honestly, I use to be so afraid of you, worried I'd make you unhappy with my work, or you'd not even bother to grace me with your attention ever. You came off so cold and distant..."

He began to nudge himself closer to you, subconsciously maybe, but you weren't finding it anywhere in yourself to complain right now.

"That so?" He drawled out in a smile, "makes sense, I suppose, I do tend to keep everyone at arms length. Can't trust people that well from The Akademiya, even so-called colleagues." He finished slowly. His eyes locked with yours, "Why'd you stick around if I was so unwelcoming?" He questioned.

You shrugged as you broke the joint gaze to bend round and place your own glass down now, feeling your mind become ever so slightly dizzy you had little foresight left, which gave you the reasonable reaction of putting the glass out of harms way, turning back round you noticed Al-haitham had moved even closer now, and the proximity had began to make butterflies flutter in your stomach ever so slightly, but the alcohol made good distraction of said feelings.

His eyes searched yours for something. You were unsure of what, but they were definitely searching and searching deeply, too. Neither of you spoke now as your eyes were lost in one another, till he finally broke the silence; "I wanna kiss you." It was sudden, and so crystal clear you couldn't even pretend to have not heard it. Your cheeks burned as you suddenly felt hot and entirely trapped by him. Your throat ran dry all too quickly, and you swallowed down a lump that had begun to form; "i-... okay..." is all your drunken mind could respond with, for it seemed much easier to follow your hearts wants and desires now that you'd drowned yourself into intoxication.

He shuffled closer slowly, his eyes burning into yours before dropping to your lips, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip subconsciously, your mind was moving at a thousand miles a second right now, but the only thought that stuck out from all the rest was how unbelievably sexy he looked right now, as the redness dusted over his cheeks became more visible, and the slight huffs of his breath became more audible, as the air grew hotter and more tense as he drew in closer, his arm spreading over you to lock his fingers into the armrest beside you, effectively caging you in, his other hand cupping your cheek softly but firmly, angling your chin just right and then-

A relaxed sigh escaped your mouth only to be swallowed by his own as his lips pressed gently into yours, his tongue seeking permission to enter inside your mouth, to which you eagerly granted him, your eyes had closed instantly upon the feel of his lips meeting yours, and he slowly closed his eyes a few seconds after, the kiss now deepening as his tongue danced around yours and laid claim to your mouth with his dominance.

You felt your mind going light and fuzzy now, the kiss drifting you further into a dreamlike buzz. You so hopefully wished to never wake if it were just a dream all along. The breathing that exited both your noses were louder than usual as the intensity of the kiss grew more feverish, the wheeze of your lungs be pushed to their limit began to sting, and it must've been doing the same to the scholar above you as he then slowly, albeit it reluctantly, removed his lips from yours.

The string of saliva that connected both your lips snapped once he took a somewhat bated shaky inhale, his eyes never leaving yours once you'd finally reopened your eyes to catch your own breath. His thumb absentmindedly began to stroke sweet circles against your jawline and cheek, and you found yourself happily pressing further into his touches.

"How long?" He questioned, though his voice was more hoarse and rough now.

You looked into his eyes, knowing what he meant instantly, for you could see the same want spread across his face that you were also clearly painted with too.

"Several months now." You replied, honestly.

Still looking at you he began to manoeuvre you both softly, guiding you down, back pressed against the sofa chair, him now looming above you, the light that lay suspended in the air from his living room ceiling being blocked from directly shining in your eyes by Al-haithams towering figure above you now.

"Is your assumption of my relationship with Kaveh the reason I've been getting zero response from you with my advances?" He asked earnestly. His eyes make you feel naked with how intensely they stare at your every detail.

"I... I suppose so, yes." Your mind couldn't think straight anymore. You were in such a proactive position with the man you'd had a burning desire for months for now caging above you, alcohol having now also dammed your senses and sunken your defence, and he was interrogating you? When your mind clearly hungered for something else right now.

He chuckled softly as if it was all a big joke the world had been playing on him from the start. He lowered his face abruptly and placed warm, open-mouthed kissed against your neck and the juncture between where your neck and shoulder connect, eliciting a breathy moan from your numbing body.

"You nosy little minx," he began to gruff the words out through intakes of air between his onslaught of sensational wet kisses that marked all over your neck and shoulders, his hand gripping the top of your shirt to lazily pull it further down to reveal more skin for him to revel in. "That was my business, not yours," he nipped at a specific soft spot on your neck that made you hitch your breath under his magnifying pleasure. "Because of your sniffing around, you conjured up false accusations, and it cost me," you began to pant harder as his kisses grew more heated and possessive in their nature to mark up your skin and lay claim to you.

"Al-...mmhaahh- Al-haitham," your voice was soft, barely above a whisper as you shakily moaned his name out, a plea, a beg, you wasn't sure what, but your instincts could only give you strength to say that one word, however as he hungrily bit down on your neck you couldn't stifle the proper moan that slipped from your lips this time.

"Make more of those noises for me," he sounded drunk on his lust, and you were in the same ship as him, his lips and tongue were made by the devil, they had to of been, to elicit such sinful sounds from your very own mouth. His fingers clutched tightly on your shirts fabric. It was only a cheap, flimsy thing you'd thrown on in your haste to come see him today, "this, is in the way," he practically snarled the words out as a loud tearing sound echoed throughout the spacious living room, a blush burning at your cheeks now as you felt the temperature change, you hadn't worn a bra either-

"Temptress." He stated in a frenzied manner as he dipped his head down past your neck now, you cried out in sheer overwhelming pleasure as his hot mouth encased round your nipple, sucking on it fervently, his tongue flicking it around between the clasp of his teeth inside. Your hands slipped through silver locks, so silky to the touch, you giggled to yourself inside, as depressed as he was, he always made sure he was well pampered, such a pretty boy.

Your eyes closed as you got swallowed up to all the burning sensations that engulfed your body right now, his tongue, lips, teeth made sure to bite, kiss and suck any and all flesh that held his attention, while his hands left delicious squeezes and gropes all over your thighs, slipping underneath your arching behind to properly feel your rear too, he made sure to leave no part of you undiscovered by him.

"Tried so damn hard," he continued to growl hoarse and roughly as he bit against your fleshy mounds that were now glistening in slight sweat, "to make you realise my obvious want for you," he panted heavily as he began to shuffle about again, your body too weak and overwhelmed to resist anything he'd do to you now, but as you felt your legs being lifted and the feel of your pants being roughly pulled down you mewled in excitement as to what's to come.

Though your mind was hazy with the thick fog of arousal as the room slowly began to permeate with that smell of sex, your hands slid up his body, squeezing into his firm muscles on his arms, your mouth watering slightly as you took into consideration the sculptured frame of perfection that hungrily stripped you as if you were the marvel to behold here.

"Feeble Scholar, my a-ass." You breathed out to which he once having finally thrown your pants on the floor bent back down closer to your mouth to properly hear, "what was that?" He panted out his request, his face so flushed with his burning desire for you. "Yo... you can't blame me for having... doubts, how could I have ever expected to... engg... have a chance with you? You're so... perfect." You confessed your insecurity to the whole ordeal that had been burning at the back of your mind since the moment you began to pine after him, alcohol really was a dangerous thing you'd drunkenly realised.

He sat up, an almost flustered amusement painting his face as he lulled his head back, lazily running a hand through his silver hair, looking as if in thought, before sniffing in sharply through his nose and lowering his head back down to burn his gaze back into yours. You suddenly felt that naked feeling again, and it wasn't because you were in nothing but your dampening panties underneath him, no, it was that look he gave again, as he burned every detail of you into him, as if blinking would make you disappear so he wouldn't dare too.

"I won't be held responsible for this," he muttered out as you felt a tug at your waist and then heard another snapping sound. You gasped about to voice a complaint over one of your favourite panties now being ruined, but instead, you choked on your words and hiccuped a moan out instead. His long fingers deftly shoved into your now soaking entrance, two push inside which caused you to shudder hard under him and writhe around, his grip on your hip kept you in place however, bruises were sure to show tomorrow from his hold.

He began to scissor you open in an expertly way that left you speechless and mewling with delight, his thumb pressed against your clit and stimulated it simultaneously with quick and fast circular motions, your eyes beginning to water as your body wracked with pleasure as if small sparks of electrocution ran through your very veins, the heat pooling below rapidly now. "Heh, that's it, keep singing for me Y/N, keep," he began to spread his two fingers wider inside you, stretching you open deliciously past your normal limits, "making, those, faces." every word he gruffly barked out with that hot underlining tone of lust was accentuated with the spread of fingers lodged deep inside you.

You felt your climax barrelling into you so suddenly, the way your body tensed under him, your eyes rolling back as you cried out, the gush of your own slick and juices coating his fingers and hand, dribbling down to his wrist, he merely smirked as he watched you unravel beneath him, a gift for himself, so beautiful and alluring, he continued to scissor and thrust his fingers slowly inside you as you rode down from your incredible high.

He then leaned down beginning to pant harder, he sounded out of breath, much like how you sounded right now too, your face flushed red from cheeks to nose and ear tips, he wore the same expression, both of you intoxicated by far more than just alcohol. You had so many thoughts and words wishing to be voiced aloud but you found them dying on your tongue with every attempt, the sensations causing too many shudders and delectable thrums of ecstasy up your spine.

It wasn't long at all till his mouth was on yours again, another hot, sloppy make out between you both, tongues twirling with each other as air was squeezed from your lungs, teeth clattering in the transaction but it meant nothing to you, feeling him on you like this, devouring you, it felt good, so good, and so right, you submitted yourself wholly to him and he could sense it in the way your body relaxed and fell pliant beneath him as he continued to domineer the stinging hot kiss between you both, a muffled groan leaving his throat only to be swallowed hungrily by you in return.

"w-want you..." you whimpered softly while catching your breath.

"You're gonna have me." he concluded as he sat up and swiftly removed his tight emerald green vest that often left nothing to the imagination of his amazing physique.

You hesitantly lifted your hand up, the intrusive thoughts of wanting to explore every crevice of his skin, every ridged bump along his six pack down to the sharply carved V-line that disappeared beneath his unbelievably tight trousers. But your hand stilled, as if worried or more so, undeserving to feel such a beautiful being like him. He merely scoffed incredulously to your hesitancy, gripping your hand firmly and placing it flat against his abs, your cheeks flaring red as he guided your hand along those said tempting ridges and bumps, feeling the divine skin underneath you.

"We are past shyness of touch dear, stop looking at me with such hunger, and start actually acting on it," he chuckled in a far too sexy way above you as he knelt between your legs that were now hung either side his own legs. His hair a cute mess, his lips wet from your constant need to suck the air from one another, his eyes glossy and coated over with soul damning lust.

You let your hand continue to explore his abs before slowly sliding up and over his pecs, across his toned chest, he truly was stunning, so well built, he lies when he says he doesn't work out, no one gets a shape this godly without putting effort in, but you would reprimand him for lying later, now is worship time, your other hand began to join you in its neediness to explore him and he chuckled airy like toward you, his brow raising in amusement making him look like a smug god before you, "You really like what you see huh?"

You scoffed with the first sign of confidence you'd had since this whole crumbled down fiasco transpired, "Wouldn't you if you was faced with such an unremarkably sexy person?" you quipped back, he then swiftly gripped your hands and bought them to his lips, soft gentle kisses pressing into them as his eyes locked with yours once again, a smile pressing into your hand from his lips as the hot breath fanned against them as he spoke, "I am." is all he rebutted back at you before guiding your hands up and above your head, locking them together with one of his own, his strong fingers clasping round your wrists.

You blushed hard at his compliment, suddenly he has such a way with words, so suave and smooth out of nowhere, you were use to the cold distancing from before, and then the goofy and sarcastic man after, but this new side of him was just as welcome as all the ones you'd seen before, any side of him you would accept as part of him, just as you knew any side of you yet to be revealed would be seen no differently by him.

You blinked the tears away that swelled in your eyes from the overwhelming insanity of all that was taking place currently, sniffing softly as you tried to regain composure, the buzz of the dandelion wine and the heady scent of sex clouding your judgement so easily, your focus was redirected down south sharply however, when you heard the sound of his zipper ringing out, your throat suddenly felt too dry as you swallowed in anticipation.

You didn't even notice the cocky smirk on his lips as he watched your shining eyes focus solely on his fingers under his trousers away from your prying sight, he couldn't deny the desperation frothing inside him to feel your walls clenching around him however, so in one swift movement he pulled the front of his trousers down and with it the spring of his nearing eight inch cock bounced out in all its well trimmed glory.

Your eyes bulged wide at the sight, Archons he was massive! ...was, ...was he gonna be able to fit inside you? Suddenly you wasn't so sure as you looked at the pretty shaped pink head weeping plentiful of its precum, the thick girth and more than generous length, so heavy it was that even with how hard he was to the thought of taking you, the blood pumping down south couldn't properly lift the darn thing, it stood straight out and drooped ever so slightly.

"Holy fuck Al, you're ma-massive." You choked your words out with little care of modesty, you were worried and impressed, and you wasn't gonna deny it to him. He laughed, properly, full of warmth and genuine amusement, it gave you that giddy feeling again to see his sweet smile with no filters. "Relax Y/N, if you don't think you're up to it-" he was being polite, you knew that, but the look in his eyes was obvious, and you also knew he didn't mean it, he wanted you, bad, and you're anything but a liar, your mind could hardly even catch up to your current thoughts as you blurted out shamelessly, "No, fuck me-"

He squeezed your wrists in his grip tighter, to the point that you'd almost forgotten he still had them caged above your head, his eyes simmering into a darker shade as his lust consumed him, his expression looking ravenous and hungry now, "Thank fuck you didn't say no, I need you, so fucking bad," he snarled the words out beside your ear to which you mewled at as you felt his thickness now rubbing against your slick covered walls, your hole clenching around nothing in desperation to feel full.

Just as his head began to prod and poke at your entrance, sending tiny shivers rippling all over your muscles, for some reason, completely lost to you, your mind thought about the condition of his clearly expensive furniture. "W-wait! Your s-sofa..." your voice was so unsteady now, words became harder and harder to force out, you just wanted to make animalistic sounds of pleasure, pleasure he kept sinking you further into. He shook his head as his hand released over yours and placed firmly beside your head, the other now on the other side too, caged beneath him once more, just how you'd grown to like it apparently. Your hands reflexively shooting out as your hands dug into his muscular arms, flexing beneath your squeezing fingers, you squeezed tightly, trying to ground yourself to him, to anything, just, to feel as if you wasn't drowning, but oh, you were.

"May come as, a haaah... surprise to you, Y/N," his voice strained as he began to push his thick girth deeper, and deeper inside you, spearing your insides and stretching you unfathomably around him, your juices spurting out in unbelievable amounts, coating his cock in a shiny layer of slick as it continued to bury deeper inside you, your voice gone entirely now, replaced with heavy pants, whines and mewls, your brain frying all that's coherent. "But I don't give, a shit, about my sofa, ahhh f-fuck meeeerrngh, right now." he snapped his hips forward suddenly to finish bottoming out inside you fully, your stomach looking slightly bulged to his sex driven mind, but he could just be high on endorphins right now.

Upon feeling his tip press and kiss against your cervix it forced a combined moan from the pair of you, you'd never felt so fucking full, you'd only had sex a handful of times, but you didn't need to be a slut to realise no cock would ever have this man beat, he remained still, his thick veined cock lodged deep inside your spasming and tight walls, his eyes fluttering shut as he sucked a breath in harshly trying to steady his control, "fucking...hell Y-Y/N, you're so bloody tight mmnph.." you panted heavily, your tongue lulling out as you did, he couldn't help but to lean down and kiss you with a searing hot passion, your fucked out expression did something wild to him and if he had any less self restrain you'd be fifty-shades fucked out your fucking mind right now.

Your tongues danced with each other in nothing but a messy exchange of saliva, muffled moans and whines at his testing little thrusts, short and slow, but he was so deep that he was already making you see stars, you pulled away to breath once again, your lips shiny from your messy and continuous make out sessions, "well sorry, but did i-it ever occur to you, you're too f-fucking deep," you hissed as he suddenly rolled his hips into you causing him to rub and press against several of your sweet spots, your shuddering and spasming causing him to shudder as well, both of you cursing to high Celestia and back in unison as he then breathily chuckled against your ear, "nah, you can take more feisty thing," he mused.

Before you could question what he meant though he began to thrust fully into you now, slow but continuous and deep, your eyes squeezed shut as you began to moan loudly with wild abandon, he had no neighbours anyway so what'd you care? "S-see? taking me so well, good girl, haah." his voice was deep, strained, rough and hoarse, everything and all things that make him sexy to you at any given time, he was all in one at this exact moment, and his praising made your mind go fluffy and flash white behind your eyes, he realised it instantly with the way he almost came from your sudden squeezing and sucking from your ever so tight fluttering walls.

"ahh, fuuucckk, you like that baby? mmh?" he tilted his head as he sat up, his hips flushed against yours still, but now knelt between you sitting up he could probably admire the picturesque form you currently were in, sinfully gorgeous with how thoroughly fucked out your face was, your eyes half open, filled with lust and want, your cheeks red, your skin glistening with more sweat, panting and mewling, you were utterly divine to him right now, he laid his hand flat against your stomach slowly, pressing the bulge that he could certainly conclude was actually there now.

The way he pressed down on your stomach made you stutter out a sobbed moan, he was making you feel more full if that were even possible, he pressed against his own cock that was wedged so deeply inside you now, "mmh, I never did realise, just how... small you were, fuck, compared to me Y/N." he bit his lip harshly and you somehow found the energy to chuckle, though you were becoming rapidly more lightheaded, "telling me you have a size kink now, h-huh?" he smirked at your jab as he rolled his hips roughly against you again, causing your eyes to roll back and let out a wanton moan, "what was that, my little good girl." You mewled in response to the praise, the pet name if you will, your walls fluttering vigorously around his length again causing him to bite his lip once more to remain composed before beginning to trust at a steady pace now.

You couldn't believe you both were just idly revealing kinks while he was actively impaling you. But like you'd come to accept, opening up to him really was easier than breathing at this point. And breathing was suddenly becoming harder for you too, with how he continued to spread you open, rearrange your organs and insides to mould into the perfect sleeve for his cock, and his cock alone, he was burning his girth, his length, him, inside you fully, and you knew you weren't gonna forget the feelings he gave to you, and you didn't want too.

Your eyes had closed what, ten minutes ago, twenty? …forty? You really wasn't sure, but his pace hadn't let up, the battering of your poor insides was starting to ache you, you'd already came again and he'd just thrusted you through it into utter overstimulation, his lips trailing your neck, your shoulders, nibbling your ear, marking your chest, overstimulation was clearly another one of kinks, but with the way your tears spilled so gratefully and the delicious burn of your battered inside built you quickly to another encroaching climax, maybe... you were also into over stimulation, hmm.

"Fuck... Y/N, sorry but, I'm close..." if you were able to form anything of coherent audibility right now you would tell him to shut the fuck up with the whole 'sorry' sorry for what? Idiot. If he thought he was under performing right now... he needed a serious talking to, but as you felt his cock begin to twitch wildly so deep inside and the way he showed no signs of slowing down or pulling out, you started to realise why he may have said sorry...

"w-ahh wait, wa-wait, Al...mmhp, Al, you aren't s-seriously going to, to..." he shook his head as he pressed himself down onto you, his chest pressing against yours, your breasts rubbing against his chest as his hand flatly laid over your mouth, so big it was his fingers had to part to let your nose have an airway to breath through as your eyes widened to your sudden forced silence, "shhh, be a good girl, take it, take it all Y/N, Mmph...," he rolled his hips before beginning to rut into you, his hand sliding between your bodies and hurriedly swirling circled motions against your swollen clit and with that your eyes rolled back as he sent you over into another blissed out orgasm that flashed your sights white and your hearing just ringing out.

"Ahh fuuuck, yes, just like that baby, just like that, keep cumming on my cock you slut." you couldn't say anything, even your moans were muffled into near silence, your harsh breaths through your nose as your head went fuzzy and utterly fried from overstimulation now to the point of being fucked dumb, your nails scratching down his back leaving marks, eliciting a sharp hiss and growl from Al-Haitham as he continued to rut hard into you, "f-fuck, I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming, take it, take it a-all, arrghhh!" his head lulled back as he groaned out and then you felt it, spurt after spurt of hot thick ropes of his cum painting and smearing your insides, filling you to the brim, the squelching of your ridiculously soaked and battered entrance around his throbbing and twitching cock, hungrily your insides sucked and milked his balls dry till his shallowed thrusts into you and the twitching of his cock had nothing left to give.

He dropped down onto you, careful not to fully crush you under his weight, both of you panting heavily as he slid his hand from your over your mouth up into your hair, softly petting your scalp, the affectionate gesture made a warm swelling feeling inside you, that or you know, the bucket load of his cum and cock still deeply buried inside you. It was only once the haziness began to leave and you were left post thoughts after sex that you began to chuckle before breaking into a fit of laughter, his eyes had closed from exhaustion, but opened slowly to your laughing fit, chuckling himself and lifting his head softly before the contagious laughter caught him too, causing him to break out laughing as well while dropping his forehead against yours, both of your eyes watering with joy filled tears and overwhelming emotions.

Once the laugher died down and you were both now just sniffling with slight chuckles his eyes sunk downward then back up into yours, "Darn, the sofa's ruined now." he snorted to which you giggled at childishly, then the silence took over fully and you both lay together, eyes locked on one another once again, "I like you too Y/N." He boyishly smiled at you to which you rolled your eyes before a smile couldn't help but form too, "I would hope so" you returned.

-

After your pillow talk to one another you both got up and cleaned the mess up as best you could, he offered you first shower to clean yourself but you decided it was easier to just shower and clean together, you both continued to chat and joke, somewhat naughtily in your washing up time, but managed to come out of it actually clean. You didn't further discuss his prior feelings toward his ex-friend, it was his business not yours after all, though it saddened you to think you may never see Kaveh again, people come and go unfortunately, and in all honesty, no one knows what the future holds do they? Optimism is best suited in these saddening times to keep one going, and you wanted him to remain positive, you wanted to help relieve some of his sorrow and tension and you felt the mood had finally lifted and unbelievable progress had been made, the man you'd been crushing so hard for, reciprocated your feelings fully and it left you warm and fuzzy whenever you thought about it.

You stayed the night, to which more less than innocent things took place in his bedroom with you, no surprise there, he had amazing stamina and recovery time you'd thoroughly figured out during this endeavour. But the next morning you ate breakfast with him and continued to bask in the comfort of just being around him, to which he fully and equally returned the mutuality of. But alas, you did have work back at The Akademiya, so with a chaste farewell kiss you bid him goodbye till the next time you had time to come see him, assuming he still wasn't ready to come back just yet, which you were fine with, at least you had closure to his absence and could tell your colleagues to shut up with their bickering and rumour spreading.

-

The sun was rising bright above Teyvat as you were inside Al-Haithams office giving it a quick clean over, it was growing dusty from the lack of attention it had received for weeks now, it had been a couple days since you and him, took the next step in both of yours relationship, so to speak, and you couldn't help but already be missing him, did it make you petty? Probably, but at least you felt somewhat closer to him in here, in his office, and the excuse of spring cleaning kept everyone's suspicions at bay.

"Missing me so much already are we?" His voice came from behind you suddenly, causing you to jump near out your skin, whipping round fast eyes wide before resting your hand on your chest calming your nerves, "Archons Al, don't sneak up on me like that."

He quirked his brow as he set down some various documents and paperwork onto his desk turning to you, "Me? You're the one skulking about my office stalker." he squinted his eyes in challenge but you knew better than to raise to it, "Am not." or so you thought.

He smiled as he glanced around realising you had been cleaning his office during his absence, "Thank you though, honestly, for taking care of things while I was too busy moping." He turned back to his papers beginning to organise them in order of projects in dire need of attention on top, with the less urgent ones beneath.

"Well, everyone needs their time and space Al, even the amazing Scribe." you smiled warmly as you finished the left over areas that needed cleaning, gasping softly when you felt hands suddenly squeeze your hips and spin you back around, your hands dropping the cloth as they rested quickly atop his broad and firm shoulders, meeting met face to face with Al who stared down at you, your cheeks flushed red, you were in public was he mad?!

"Al?! Not here you mad man!" You whisper yelled to him trying your best to have a serious and scolding expression but he merely chuckled an kissed the tip of your nose lovingly, "Whatever happens between us in this office, is of no concern to others." he flatly stated as he began to trail kisses down your neck, your core beginning to pool with heated arousal and neediness for the man against you, a sigh of content seeping from your lips as your eyes fluttered softly, "What do you plan to do to me in here AL..." your voice was soft and laced with nerving excitement and anticipation.

He lifted his head to let his eyes capture yours once more, his breath hot against your lips as he whispered seductively, "That's my business, not yours."

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Kinktober Day Fourteen: Selfcest - Minho/Minho

Tags: degradation, name calling, brat!Minho, dom!LeeKnow, the art of truly fucking oneself

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Maybe it was a bit egotistical, but Minho loved looking in the mirror while he masturbated. He loved the sight of himself falling apart from his own hands, his own touch. Knowing it didn’t need someone else to make him feel good, that no one could ever know his body as well as he did. No one else knew that the area where his waist met his hips was an erotic zone, no one else knew the perfect angle to twist their hand around his cock, no one else knew that his collarbones were almost as sensitive as his nipples. Sure, someone could figure these things out eventually, and he sometimes had trouble when fingering himself because his fingers were too short, but that didn’t matter. Nothing topped the self-satisfaction and pride of knowing he got himself off so well.

And watching it only made the pleasure more intense. Sometimes he really wondered what it would be like to fuck himself. Okay, he definitely was egotistical. But he didn’t feel like delving too deep into that. He just knew that often as he got off in front of the mirror, three fingers deep into himself with a hand wrapped around his cock, he imagined it was himself he was fucking. 

Sometimes when he got really deep into it, it almost seemed like his reflection was looking at him. It was different than seeing his reflection when he was looking at it. It felt like someone else was staring at him, like there were another person’s eyes on him. He chalked it up to a vivid imagination and being deep in whatever autosexual headspace he was in. 

That was until one night, where all his hopes and dreams became reality. 

On that fateful night, he was on his bed like usual. His floor length mirror hung on the wall at the foot of the bed so he could watch himself comfortably. He was on his knees, thighs spread so he could get a full view as he jerked his cock. The slide was wet and slick, just like he liked it. He stroked his hand up and twisted and a small bead of precum leaked from the tip. He bit his lip and his hips jerked as he watched his own skin flush all over from the growing arousal in his stomach. He’d memorized the sight of his own body, knew exactly what he looked like when he squeezed his cock a little harder and thumbed over the slit. 

He knew everything so well that he noticed the very second something was off. At the same time as he slid a hand up his chest to play with a nipple, his reflection moved the opposite hand. The opposite hand. 

Minho stopped his movements all together and stared. What the fuck. There was no way he was seeing things. He knew exactly what he saw. But now that he was staring his reflection down, the hand was back in the right place. He turned his hand, palm facing the mirror, and the reflection did the same. 

“Okay…” he mumbled to himself. He tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “What the fuck was that…” 

“I had the same reaction when I realized you weren’t actually my reflection.” 

Minho fell back at the same time that he let out a high pitched scream. He stared at the mirror with wide eyes, his heart racing a thousand miles a second. That was his voice but he didn’t say shit. “What the hell. What the fuck. Who drugged me. What the fuck,” he muttered. He rested his hand on his chest. His breathing was bordering on hyperventilation because what the fuck. 

His reflection laughed. It laughed. By this point, Minho was convinced he had either been drugged with the strongest hallucinogen known to man or he was being haunted by some demon from hell. Or perhaps his dead soul from a past life. “I thought you’d have that reaction! That’s why I didn’t try to ease you in. Fucking hilarious,” his reflection snorted. Minho’s fear molded into minor annoyance and he scowled. His reflection scowled back. 

“What the–what do you mean? What is this? Who even are you? Is this some prank?” he asked, moving to sit up from where he had fallen against the bed. The reflection– his reflection(?), laughed again and Minho internally cursed himself for being so attracted to…well, himself. 

“My name is Lee Know, this is the reality of alternate realities, I am essentially you, and no it is not a prank,” the reflection–Lee Know, stated simply. Minho’s head was still reeling and he’d barely caught his breath. 

“Lee Know? That’s my alternate reality name? That’s stupid,” he mumbled breathlessly. “This is insane. I must be insane. There is no way this is happening. I must be dreaming. You’re not real,” he said, but he felt like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. 

“I’m definitely real,” Lee Know said with a shrug. He sighed dramatically and threw a hand over his forehead. “Oh whatever shall I do to convince you?” Minho didn’t even know how to respond anymore, or if he even should. If this was a figment of his imagination, then interacting with it likely made him sink further into delusion. Right? 

Lee Know sighed again and let his hand drop to his side. Then, a smirk spread across his face. “Oh…I know. It’s simple, really. I only just learned how to do this so it might take a second…” He pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows and Minho couldn’t help how attractive he found him(self?). It was one thing to watch his own reflection as he did something, but now watching his own reflection, someone, or something that was literally a mirror image of himself, do things without him controlling it…that was a whole other thing. 

Minho barely noticed the fact that Lee Know was putting his hands against the mirror until they were no longer on the mirror, but the other side. Minho screamed again, eyes blowing wide. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed, taking in a deep, shaky breath. “What are you doing?” 

“Proving that I’m real,” Lee Know hummed. His arms made their way out first, then one of his legs, then his upper body. It looked like an uncomfortable position, but Minho was too freaked out to focus on that. 

When Lee Know finally stepped out of the mirror, Minho’s breath caught it his throat. He looked very real. Too real. And he was somehow even more attractive than Minho even found his own reflection. His eyes ran over the sharp point of his nose, his high cheekbones, his pink lips, his deep set eyes. It was just like staring at his own reflection but so much better than that could ever be. He found himself subconsciously wetting his lips, the heat that had previously been in his stomach but had dissipated, returned. But then Lee Know smirked and Minho went back to realizing how fucked up this situation actually was and the panic settled back into his body. 

“Okay, actually what the fuck is this. This is insane,” he said, shaking his head vehemently. 

“That’s what I thought too,” Lee Know said with a shrug. “But I’ve come to accept it. Besides, isn’t this everything you’ve ever wanted?” he asked, tilting his head. His expression turned smug and Minho felt his cheeks burning for some reason. 

“What? Absolutely not! There’s a–a clone of me from some alternate reality that just walked through my mirror! That’s pretty terrifying!” Minho exclaimed, waving his hands. It suddenly occurred to him that he was currently still naked and he felt the urge to cover up in the face of this stranger. But was he really a stranger? From what it seemed so far, this was truly a different version of him. He didn’t need to cover up from himself.

“See I got the impression you’ve wanted to fuck me this whole time,” Lee Know said, the smirk on his face widening to a grin. Minho nearly choked. 

“Wh-what? No! I–” He struggled to find words. He could feel his ears heating up and it was clear Lee Know noticed. “I want to fuck me ,” he emphasized, even though it was embarrassing to admit. 

“I am you ,” Lee Know insisted. “In a way I am your reflection and you are mine. We’re just from separate places.” 

“This is–I don’t know, this is just crazy,” Minho said, shaking his head. “I can’t–I still don’t know what the hell is going on.” 

“Do you have to?” Lee Know asked, taking a step closer. “You can figure that all out later. But it seemed like you were in the middle of something before I came here…I mean. I was too.” He licked his lips and his eyes trailed over Minho’s body. “So why don’t we finish it? What do you think? I mean, it's clear how we both feel about ourselves. About each other.” He stepped closer until he was up against the bed and then he crawled on top, hovering over Minho. 

“I don’t know, that just seems…insane.” 

“Well we are a little weird, hm?” Lee Know said lowly. His face was now mere inches away from Minho’s. Minho felt like he couldn’t breathe and he felt his cock twitch between his legs. 

“Can’t deny that,” he said with an airy chuckle. Lee Know smiled. 

“Then what do you say? You get fucked by yourself, I get to fuck myself, it works out for both of us. We don’t even have to see each other again.” 

Minho’s face scrunched up and he raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you’ll fuck me? I don’t think so. I’ve always imagine being the one to fuck you . So why don’t we switch positions, hm?” 

Something dark passed over Lee Know’s face and he tongued his cheek. Then Minho gasped as Lee Know grabbed him and flipped him over so he was on his stomach. The movement punched a moan out of him and his body heated with embarrassment. “I don’t think so. I’ve watched you fuck yourself on your fingers enough times to know you like to be filled up. You’re not as in control as you think, Minho,” Lee Know mumbled against his ear. Minho gritted his teeth and moved to push himself up but Lee Know pressed down between his shoulder blades. “I don’t think so. You’re gonna be a good little slut and take it, okay?” 

Minho groaned but masked it with a growl. Arousal pooled in his stomach and chills went down his spine. Fuck, he knew himself too well. “You’re the fucking slut here. You do the same fucking thing. You said it already, we’re the same.” 

Lee Know huffed out a laugh. “That’s true. But that just means I know you like being tossed around and called names as much as you like doing it. Can’t fool anyone. You get something up your ass and you act like a bitch in heat.” 

Minho let out a whine. A fucking whine. He never whined. But Lee Know was exactly right. “Just–shut the fuck up and if you’re gonna fuck me than do it already.” 

“Of course. You don’t like foreplay. Good thing we’re the same.” Lee Know licked up the side of Minho’s neck and tugged his earlobe between his teeth. “Can’t wait to watch myself get ruined like this. It’s gonna be so hot.” 

“Narcissist,” Minho grumbled. 

“Pot and kettle,” Lee Know whispered. He sat up and got up to grab something from the dresser, but he made sure to give Minho a firm slap on the ass. Minho gasped and Lee Know bit his lip. “I really do have a nice ass damn.” 

As Lee Know went over to the dresser, Minho lifted his head. “The lube is in the–” 

“Bottom drawer, to the left, in the box where you keep your toys.” Minho huffed but didn’t respond. Lee Know just smirked as he got the lube and got back on the bed. “No need to use a condom, right? Since we’re the same person. We’re both clean.” 

Minho nodded and swallowed thickly. “Yeah, yeah, just get on with it.” 

“You’re such a brat,” Lee Know said, smacking his ass again. He squeezed his ass where he smacked it just for good measure and Minho bit his lip. 

“You’re a brat too,” Minho snapped. 

“Touche.” 

Lee Know grabbed Minho’s hips tightly, fingers digging into the jut of his hip bones. He pulled his hips up so that his ass was in the air with his chest pressed to the bed. Lee Know spread his cheeks and pressed his thumb over his rim. “Wow. We’re fucking sexy like this.” 

Minho blushed and his skin tingled all over at the thought that he was about to be fucked by himself. It really was everything he’d dream of. “I know,” he said back, inhaling shakily. Lee Know responded by squirting an unreasonably large amount of lube onto his hole, so much that it ran down his thighs and dripped onto the bed. 

“I know you like it messy,” Lee Know said, leaning over him. He squeezed his hips roughly then rubbed two fingers over his hole. “I’m sure two won’t be too much, right? I know you’re loose from how much you fuck yourself.” 

Minho’s head spun and he struggled to form a coherent response. “Y-yeah, that’s good. That’s okay,” he said, licking his lips. His mouth felt dry but at the same time he was close to drooling. Already. He didn’t think that having himself fuck him would reduce him to such a mess so fast. 

“Good. You would’ve taken it anyway. Just like the slut we both know you are.” Lee Know punctuated his words by thrusting his middle and pointer finger past Minho’s rim in one motion, going all the way to the knuckles. Minho gasped and buried his face in the sheets and he mouthed at the fabric and bit down. The thrust of Lee Know’s fingers stung but fuck if it didn’t feel amazing. The pain only added a thrill to the pleasure that was tingling up and down his spine. 

Lee Know spread his fingers and Minho clenched his teeth harder, his moans muffled into the sheet. Lee Know laughed and thrusted his fingers deeper and curled them, brushing against his prostate. White-hot pleasure burst through Minho’s stomach and he moaned, his eyes rolling back. “There it is,” Lee Know mused, pressing his fingertips against the bundle of nerves again. Minho gasped and his hips jerked. More precum oozed from the slit of his cock and he shivered. 

“Hnnn—stop doing that,” Minho panted. Lee Know tilted his head just as he brushed over Minho’s prostate again. Minho inhaled sharply and his back arched, pushing his ass more into Lee Know’s hold.  

“Why?” he asked sarcastically. Minho huffed and groaned against the bed. 

“Fuck! Because–because you’re gonna make me fucking come and I already–” 

“You already came today. Twice,” Lee Know said simply and Minho could feel his face heating up again. “Like I said before. You’re a little slut, Minho.” 

Minho bit his lip and took a deep breath. “W-we’re–we’re a slut, Lee Know-yah,” Minho said, but his words were beginning to lose their bite. 

“ Hngh –yeah, you’re right. I’m a slut too. For myself. For you.” He gripped Minho’s waist with his free hand, hard. Minho clenched his fists and his chest heaved. He was going to burn up and burst into flames, he was sure of it. 

“Then show me,” Minho said, his voice barely a whisper. “Remind me why I can satisfy myself the best, show me you know me—” 

Lee Know groaned and pulled his fingers all the way out before pushing in a third, stretching Minho’s rim wider. Minho whined and buried his face against the bed. Oh fuck. He curled his fingers against Minho’s velvety walls and hit his prostate repeatedly. Each brush of his fingertips over his sweet spot sent shocks of electricity up his spine and made him dizzy. All the blood in his head was in his cock now. It hung hard and heavy between his legs, aching and begging to be touched. The muscles in his stomach tensed every time Lee Know pumped his fingers into him, every time he spread them to open up his hole. The way he fingered him was relentless, with as much vigor as someone would use to properly fuck him. The hits against his prostate were exactly what Minho wanted, what he needed, and shit, Lee Know really did know what he liked. 

Lee Know eventually moved his hand off his hip and slid it up Minho’s stomach to his chest and pinched a nipple between his two fingers. Minho whimpered pathetically, the stimulation to his nipples sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body. A fourth finger had only just made its way past Minho’s puffy rim when his whole body tensed and his dick spurted cum all over him and the bed. Lee Know continued to abuse his prostate and tease his nipples as he came, which had Minho’s legs twitching with overstimulation. His cock barely even softened when he’d finished and it hurt, but that only made a knot coil in his stomach. 

Minho barely had time to gather himself after he came before he was being flipped back over onto his back so that he was looking up straight into Lee Know’s eyes. “I know missionary isn’t our favorite, but I wanted to see you while I fucked you senseless. See what I look like getting fucked. And more importantly, I want you to see me. ‘Specially since you were so confident in topping earlier. At least you get to know what you look like on top, hm?” 

“Fuck just–just fuck me,” Minho said, looking off to the side. He couldn’t believe how annoying he was honestly. Is this how his past partners felt when he teased them? He’d have to make it up to Jisung. 

“Hm…I could drag this out longer, but I really want to see how it feels to fuck myself.” Lee Know grinned and Minho could feel himself flush all the way down to his chest. 

“Then do it–come on, please .” 

Lee Know bit his lip to bite back a moan and Minho watched as his cock twitched between his legs. A wave of arousal washed over Minho at his reaction and he swallowed thickly. “Can’t believe I get to do this,” he breathed. He hooked his hands under Minho’s knees and pushed his legs back. “No one’s ever gonna fuck you better than this, Minho.” 

“Better not,” Minho said back.

Lee Know smirked smugly and squirted another large amount of lube over Minho’s hole. He shivered at the cold sensation and bit his lip when Lee Know lined himself up. “M’sure you don’t mind if I’m rough, hm?” 

Minho could almost laugh at the fact that Lee Know was basically asking for consent for himself, but he could appreciate the fact that his other self wasn’t an asshole. “Of course I don’t. Fuck me hard–nghh shit!” Minho exclaimed, nearly choking on air as Lee Know slammed his entire length into him in one go. The sting from the stretch made Minho’s eyes burn and he took a few deep breaths. 

“Good?” Lee Know asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow. 

Minho nodded, unable to find words for a moment. “Ye–yeah,” he said brokenly. “Move. ‘S’good, I’m not a little bitch,” he said, wetting his lips. 

“You sure moan like one,” Lee Know replied, and then he began to move. He wasn’t gentle in any way. Almost immediately, Minho was grasping at the sheets to brace himself. Lee Know put every bit of strength he had into snapping his hips and thrusting into Minho as hard as he could. Minho couldn’t even attempt to hold back the moans that spilled from his mouth as Lee Know purposefully aimed at his prostate, hitting it with every rough thrust. 

“Fuck, you literally feel perfect ,” Lee Know groaned. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his bottom lip was bitten red from where he’d bitten it. Minho’s foggy brain could only think of how this version of himself was even more attractive than what he’d seen in the mirror. And he found that he didn’t mind. “You’re so– hmmh –so tight, even though you fuck yourself like–like a little whore, shit .” 

“ Nnghh , fuck, fuck, keep going,” Minho babbled mindlessly. His cock smacked against his stomach with every sharp thrust of Lee Know’s cock. It was an angry red color and dribbling so much precum it almost looked like he’d already come. 

Lee Know pushed Minho’s legs back and changed his angle so that he was going even deeper. Minho gasped and his eyes rolled back. Lee Know fucked him like a ragdoll and the angle change caused him to practically feel Lee Know’s cock in his stomach. The pressure on his prostate with each jab of his hips was twice as intense which made Minho writhe against the bed. 

“Lee–Lee Know,” Minho hiccuped, fists clenching at his sides. “I’m–fuck–I can’t—” he whimpered and Lee Know simply smirked down at him. Minho could tell though, he was just as affected as him. He knew himself. The tips of his ears were red and his skin was shiny with sweat and the rhythm he was fucking him with told him. He was close. 

“Play–play with your nipples for me,” Lee Know instructed through gritted teeth. “Wanna–wanna see you fall apart. Come on my cock– fuck –while playing with yourself.” 

Minho could only whimper in response as he moved his hands from the sheets and brushed his fingers over his nipples. Even the slight stimulation had him shaking and his hole clenched like a vice around Lee Know’s cock when he began rolling his nipples between his fingers. “Ohh fuckk," Minho moaned airily. “Keep– ahhh –keep going, I'm c-close.” 

“Yeah?” Lee Know asked breathlessly. “Gonna come getting fucked by yourself? Narcissistic slut.” 

Minho’s eyes rolled back and shudder wracked his body. “You–you’re fuh-fucking yourself,” Minho stuttered. And then he added a weak, “bitch,” for good measure. 

“Oh? Hah–I didn’t know that,” Lee Know snarked. He dropped his head down and bit Minho’s thigh and Minho let out a loud mewl as the pain erupted across his skin. He liked being bitten almost as much as he liked biting and Lee Know just knew.

Lee Know turned his head to the other thigh and delivered a sharp bite to the soft flesh there as well, just as he snapped his hips against Minho’s ass. “Hnng ahh–fuck,” Minho choked. He continued rubbing his nipples as Lee Know fucked him and his mind filled with a heavy buzz. His abdomen tensed and he clenched around Lee Know, stars decorating the corners of his vision. “I’m gonna–gonna–Lee Know, please–m’gonna come,” he whined. 

“Shit–mm–m’kay then, come. Show yourself how much of a slutty bitch you are,” Lee Know growled against his skin. He nipped his thigh again and Minho writhed as a debauched moan ripped from his throat and he came for the second time since Lee Know arrived. Cum splattered all over his abdomen and chest, some even hitting his neck and chin. His eyes rolled back as Lee Know continued fucking him at a brutal pace, pushing him up the bed until he came himself, spilling inside Minho and filling him up. 

Lee Know let out a shaky breath as he pulled out of Minho. His eyes slid down to Minho’s hole where is cum leaked out onto the bed. “Wow,” he mumbled. “Can’t believe that’s me.” 

“Get over yourself,” Minho said breathlessly, letting out a laugh. This was crazy. Insane. 

“You too, sweetheart,” Lee Know replied, reaching out to pat Minho’s cheek. 

Lee Know helped clean Minho up and somewhere during the process, he fell asleep. He slept deeper than he had in months but his rest was filled with dreams. Dreams that no matter how insane, still didn’t match up to what he’d experienced. 

When he woke up, Lee Know was gone, and his reflection was back. He spent a little while looking in the mirror, waiting to see if something would change, if his reflection would blink without him, or send him a wink. But there was nothing. Still, as he turned around to get his stuff for a shower, he had that same feeling of someone watching him. And that sent a thrill down his spine. 

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 14 #selfcest #minho smut #lee minho smut #smut #stray kids fanfic #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfiction #fanfiction #skz fic #skz fanfiction #degredation kink #name calling

[emperornorton47]

#poverty #woke #charity #john fugelsang #name calling #empathy

[strellzzz]

! STOP PLAYIN WIH ME part 2 nsfw

he leans down and starts hovering over you

"i get that your mad at me , but your not going to sit here and ignore me." (him)

you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.

"look at me when i'm fuckin talking to you"

he grabs your face and made you look at him.

"you gonna say sum or what." (him)

you looked at him with a blank stare not saying anything.

"you don't wanna talk huh. ight bet." he lets go of your face.

"i'm gonna give you sum to talk abt then." he pulls down his pants and boxers showing you his dick.

"wait.." (you)

"nah stfu. you didn't want to talk a min ago. why tf you wanna talk now." he said while holding it in front of your face.

"open." (him)

you opened your mouth doing what he told you to do. He grabs your head shoving it in your mouth. he places his left hand on top of your head and the right on the bottom of your head. he starts face fucking you to a point you start gagging for air.

"breathe..." (him)

you start breathing out your nose catching your breath and not gagging anymore like you were before.

he starts face fucking you kinda fast to a point you were drooling and getting saliva all over your shirt and legs. he eventually stops and takes his dick out your mouth. he pushes you back and grabs your legs pulling you close to him , he pulls your shorts off your body where it's nothing but your lace panties. he pulls your panties off you exposing your wet pussy.

"you knew i was gonna do this shit. you knew ignoring my calls was gonna piss me off .... you wanted this. huh." (him)

he gets on his knees becoming face to face with your pussy. he starts moving his head closer eating you out. you started slightly moaning while he uses his fingers moving in n out your pussy while sucking n licking ur pussy.

"i want you to cum. now." as he mumbles with ur pussy in his mouth

he starts fingering your pussy faster n faster erasing the thoughts in your head. eventually, u cummed which was in his mouth and on his chin.

he lifts his face up while swallowing and wiping his chin.

"i'm sorry ..." you said while catching your breath

he flips you over on your stomach.

"arch that ass up." (him)

you did as he said with no hesitation.

he begins rubbing your pussy while shoving his dick inside you. as you started squirming because you knew it was really big for you to take.

"stop fuckin squirming." he said in a sorta loud tone

he started going slow while making his hand reach your neck pulling you back.

"i'm so sick and tired of you bein mad at me for stupid shi... im gonna teach you a lesson." (him)

he lets go of your neck and you laid your head back to where it was. he started thrusting hisself inside you.

you started moaning a little loud because he was going to hard for you.

"i'm sorry..~"

as you was telling him you was sorry it was like he doesn't care cause he kept going faster

"you sorry huh.." (him)

"yess..~" (you)

"no you not. your gonna do the same shi over again." (him)

as he said this he started going rough n faster. you started moaning loud.

"your gonna take all of this dick bitch." (him)

as he kept going you felt a need to cum , he knew you were going to cum so he stopped all of sudden.

"what.." (you)

"i'm not gonna finish until you say your never gonna get mad at no stupid shi ever again." (him)

you went quiet cause you knew if you said that yo ass would b lyin.

"say it." (him)

"i won't get mad over stupid stuff again.." (you)

"uh huh." (him)

he started back thrusting inside you harder and faster.

"take all of it mama." (him)

as he was saying this you started cumming all over his dick. he took his dick out of you

"get up." (him)

you struggled sitting up and you looked at him.

"tongue out." (him)

you opened your mouth and he started stroking his dick to a point he started cumming inside your mouth. when he got done you closed your mouth and swallowed it.

"you done bein mad at me?" (him)

"i guess.." you rolled your eyes and smiled

"stop playin." he pulled up his pants and boxers and grabbed your panties and put it on for you while putting your shorts on you as well.

he grabs the remote and sat with you and turned your favorite show back on.

"how tf do you evn watch this." (him)

"ummm not to much on my show." (you)

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LISTEN YALL I TRIED , THIS IS MY FIRST NSFW STORY ON HERE SO LAY OFF ON ME PLEASE

😭😭😭.

maybe if i could do mind control and make y'all heart it you would do it.

#agressive #facefucked #black reader #black writers #first smut #smut #name calling #black y/n

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

(Pic by Itszerotwoo!)

Kinktober day 30: small d!ck humilation: Sebastian

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“Knock it off.” You hiss out, slapping his hand away from you. “I’m busy, go use a toy or something.” You stood up, pushing your chair back in the process. You walked past Sebastian, heading towards the door of your office. You feel Sebastian’s gaze on you but you chose to ignore it.

You grab the doorknob, twisting it to open the door only for the door not to budge. It’s unlocked, you know that. With a glance up, you see Sebastian holding the door shut, looking down at you.

“Sebby, move. If you don’t move I’m going to kick your ass.”

Sebastian tilts his head, locking eyes with you. “Is that a promise?” You can’t help the way you sneered st him, stepping back you move past him again. You lean over your desk grabbing a bottle of ink, you turned to face Sebastian.

“Stay.”

You ordered, earning a confused look from him. You hold the ink bottle in your hand, barely holding onto it. “Oops.” You say, letting the glass bottle fall between your fingers. It shattered on the floor, making a mess. “Well, I guess you’ll need to clean that.”

You drop the command, walking by Sebastian. You planned to walk by him in silence, what you weren’t expecting was Sebastian growling at you when you got near the door. “Now Master, that was simply uncalled for.” He hissed out. He wrapped an arm around you. “What am I supposed to do with such a troublesome Master?”

He leaned down to give you a kiss, you gave him a confused look, why did he growl if he was joking? You brushed it off. “‘What are you going to do with me?’ I’m your Master. Get that through your thick skull you’re mine.” You huff, pushing him aside. “What a useless bitch you are, a pathetic dickless demon.”

You grin, seeing him freeze up to process what you said. He was silent long enough you were worried you broke him. “I’m plenty useful, Master, and I can assure you, I have a dick.” The corners of his mouth lifted when he finished his sentence.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be a smart ass.” Sebastian purred, seemingly amused. You don’t miss the look in his eyes as he leans down enough to rest his forehead against yours. You feel him grabbing you, you were suddenly hoisted up and forced to straddle his hips. “Sebastian, what the hell?”

You feel him rock against you, you hiss in annoyance. Your damn demon was always so hopelessly horny…

“Sebby, if I ‘give you a hand’, will you stop acting like a bitch?” He nodded quickly. “Fine.” You shove a hand down his pants, grabbing his cock. “I’ll play with your little clit till you squirt all over yourself.”

You flatten your palm against him, though it was only big enough that you could only have two fingers on it, rubbing him in quick motions. Sebastian moaned rocking against your fingers. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for…playing with my cocklet.”

You huff playfully. “No, it’s more of a clit, I mean look at it.” You pull his pants down enough that you could see his cock. You chuckle to yourself, flicking the sensitive head of his cock. “It’s so tiny, you can’t call it a cocklet…at most it’s a micro clit.”

#nsft #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #small dick humiliation #Sebastian Michaelis #sebastian x reader #sebastian x you #sebastian x y/n #sub sebastian #sub Sebastian Michaelis #dom reader #name calling

[azzuredragonstrikemain]

Poseidon x Reader

This is for one of my favorite Poseidon x Reader people, They are truly a wonderful person. And since they love Poseidon so much I thought of doing this for them. XD

Warning, bath scene and semi mature content, bullying, mentions of cyberbullying, slight name calling. 

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Coming back from work, you laid down exhausted. Your (h/l) (h/c) was pulled into a messy bun. I’m so tired of them. you bitterly thought. Why are they even doing this? 

You work in Vahalla’ medical wing, which is a lot of stress. Taking care of patients and filling out paperwork is a lot of work. While you have free time you write and post fan fics and some of your own stories onto your blog. But lately you’ve been stressed from both work and from your hobby. The reason being, nymphs. 

Those nymphs. Those rotten beasts.  Ever since the nymphs knew you worked in the medical wing and found your blog. They’ve been bullying and bothering you non stop. Sighing again you turned your head but then shrieked in surprise. Blue eyes glanced to see you fall off the bed. Pale lips slightly quirked in amusement. Closing his book, he huffed. Getting up from the bed, setting the book on the night stand, he walked around to your side. Oceanic eyes widened in shock. 

You sat there on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. Your face was hidden from his view but he knew. He knew you were crying. With lightning reflexes, the male swiftly scooped you into is arms. As if seeking comfort you wrapped your arms around his muscular neck. Burying your face into his shoulder, ignoring the biting cold of his chocker, you continued to silently cry. 

 Readjusting his hold on you, he continued to carry you in his arms. The servants of his palace swiftly moved out of his sight all except one. Bowing down, he motioned for what his lord wanted. “Prepare the bath and make sure there are no prying eyes there.” his voice a bitting cold. “Yes my lord.” he said, as he saw his lord turn the corner. 

Standing up, the servant made his way towards the bath house. Entering, he clapped his hands. “Lord Poseidon and Lady (Y/n) wish to take a bath. Put in (fav. scent) and (2nd fav. scent) and make sure you add bubbles. And once your done with that you may all leave.” he ordered. The nymphs did as told and once they were done. They exited but the males eyes narrowed as he heard their conversation. 

“Honestly why would he use those precious scents and oils on someone like her.” one said. “I know and her writing wasn’t even that good.” another said a smirk on her face. “Shush be careful what you say.” another warned giggling to herself. 

As the doors shut on the nymphs, the male gripped his hands. How rude? Lady (Y/n)’ writings are quite fabulous and elegant. he remarked as he gathered the other supplies his lord might need. Setting them within his lords reach, he got up and looked around the bath. The pool was steaming at an adequate temperature, large swamps of bubbles floated around the pool. Looking to the essentials again he nodded. 

Snapping from his thoughts, the male heard wailing. My Lord must have tried to talk to her. I should tell, no, I shall wait until. No. The servant was in a predicament. His Lord needed to hear what had probably caused his Lady her distress but he needed more evidence. Deciding on what he should do, he quickly left the room. 

As the doors closed on the servants hallway, the main doors opened. Now out of sight of others you were crying your eyes out. The god sighed as he unlatched you from his being. 

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Once you were in the bath, you now played with the bubbles that surrounded the two of you. Cupping some in your hands you blew on them. Smiling you leaned up against the males chest. Your hair was out of the messy bun and now surrounded your back. Your (h/c) shined in the dim light, while your now serene figure nuzzled into the Gods chest. “Thank you my love.” you smiled. Turning around, you placed a kiss on his neck. Huffing in mock annoyance, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck while your fingers delved into his soft hair beginning to play with it.

The two of you stayed like that for hours. Nothing but the sound of water splashing and bubbles popping filled the room. Oceanic eyes slightly opened as he heard a soft knock on the servants door. “Lord Poseidon, may I enter.” 

Sitting up from his laxed position, your arms fell from his head and now laid on the cold floor. Taking your arms and putting them in the water so as not to wake you. Poseidon wrapped his arms around, almost automatically the water pushed the remaining bubbles towards you covering your figure from his servants eyes. Glancing towards the door, his attention focused back on you. “What is that you have to bother me with your presence?” his tone harsh but not so harsh that it would wake you. 

Taking that as a sign to go in. The same servant from earlier walked into the room, kneeling down beside him, he whispered to Poseidon. You could he the ocean’s rage as they crashed violently outside. “Huh, such pathetic insolent creatures.” his cold voice making the room turn cold. “What would like me to do my lord?” 

His eyes looked to the wall as a deadly smirk appeared on his face. “Send those wretches to Persephone.” 

The servant nodded as he exited the room. Brother and Persephone will have fun with them and should they ever come back here. Then they have a death wish. 

As if sensing your husbands joy, you hummed. Looking back to your peaceful face. The wicked smirk disappeared and was replaced with a calm small smile. Leaning forward, Poseidon placed his hand in your hair. A chaste kiss was placed on your head. Nuzzling himself into you (h/c) locks, he opened his eyes. If someone was in the bushes out side they would see a possessive menacingly look on the sea gods face.  Who should ever hurt you or cross you in anyway. They will have me to deal with. That I swear. 

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AN: Hopefully tumblr doesn’t censor my account for this. Anyway hope whenever someone says something mean to you this will cheer you up. Have an awesome and great day!

#snv poseidon x reader #ror poseidon #semi mature #bath scene #name calling

[shironezuninja]

I haven’t finished watching this Ultimate Spider-Man episode when I wanted to skip ahead yesterday. But once I saw Dick Fury putting up a Daycare room for the Chibi Marvel Characters, I flipped out and made this today.

#collage #texts #stickers #screenshot #flipping out #christmas 2023 #hobby #habit #spider man phase #dick fury #name calling #pissed off #chibi style #ultimate spider man #former fanfic writer #danger mouse oc #shirakage mouse #cosplaying #power man #iron fist #white tiger #spiderman #nova marvel #anthropomorphic crap #naughty innocence #anger symbol #animal rugrats #they’re not the same #chibi are not considered babies #who wants an ass whoopin’?