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𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 | 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗀!𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

tara calls you to rescue her from a bad date and things take a surprising turn.

tags. mdni! no ghostface au, g!p reader, no pronouns used tho. friends with benefits (?), clothed sex, language, smut in general. | word count. 3726

author's note. will you guys believe if i say the date part was inspired by a terrible date my coworker had? because it was and @wesstars is the proof of it!

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When the 7th episode of season 4 of Stranger Things started you felt your phone vibrating somewhere in between the cozy blankets. As you blindly looked for it, eyes focused on the TV in front of your bed, you felt it vibrating once again, but this time more than once.

Holding the phone in your hands, the name “tara” followed by a small heart emoji showed on the screen with 4 messages attached to it. Pausing the episode, you unlocked the device.

tara ♥︎ can you come pick me up? please this is the worst date ever 😭

Sewing your eyebrows together, you were quick to reply, asking for her location.

tara ♥︎ im at the motel near the campus, green valley or something chad is showering and i told him i’d take an uber home because i wasn't feeling well and didn’t want to stay anymore please come fast

Typing a simple “omw”, you grabbed your hoodie, throwing it over the white tank top you usually wore to sleep along with sweat shorts that easily became a second skin.

It was easy to spot the building as a gigantic green neon sign took over most of the illumination of the empty street. You parked in front of it, patiently waiting for your best-friend as you sent a message letting her know you arrived. The place seemed expensive and well cleaned, unlike most cheap motels that took over the right side of the street near the campus of your college, still, it didn't appetize you to walk in.

Soon, the younger Carpenter ran towards you, sighing in relief when she jumped into the car.

“That bad, huh?” You asked with a laugh, setting the first gear ready to go back home.

“You have no idea.” Tara whined, turning on the heat, complaining about how cold it was outside in a whisper. “I'll tell you everything when we get home.”

“I'm watching Stranger Things.” The focus on the road in front of you as you took a right turn didn't allow you to see the indignation expression on her face, more dramatic than it was necessary.

“Is Stranger Things more important than me?”

“I’m about to find out what happened at the Hawkins Lab…” You continued, trying to convince her of your cause, but her next words made you look at her with raised eyebrows, a convinced smile of someone who won drawing her lips.

“He has a small dick.”

“I'm all ears, princess.”

The return home didn’t take more than 10 minutes, especially with empty roads and yellow sign lights. Tara started telling about her date from the second it started, which was 5PM, the exact time she started to get ready. Honestly, none of that was necessary to reach the part that it all went downhill, but you didn’t dare to interrupt, you paid attention to every word Tara was saying as you carefully parked your car in your designated spot.

The second the elevator stopped on your floor, Tara had finished telling you about the dinner part of her date.

According to her, the food wasn't bad, but the place was crowded and the music playing was so annoying that it became a bit too much for her. It was already hard to pay attention to anything Chad was saying as the others' conversation was caught in the middle, stealing her attention, all she could was nod and smile, like one of the Penguins from Madagascar.

You laughed at her indignation and the small wrinkle in between her eyebrows, opening the door and giving her space to walk in. Kicking your shoes away, the both of you automatically walked to the door at the end of the small hallway of your apartment, the episode 7 of Stranger Things’ last season still on pause when you sat on the bed being followed by Tara; Jamie Campbell’s beautiful blue eyes on the screen.

“... and after we got to the motel, things were heating up and his hands were on my ass and he kept pushing me against him and…” Tara stopped talking after noticing the disgusted expression on your face as you made yourself comfortable on the bed. The girl sat right by your side. “I will not spare any details.”

“I’m seriously considering automatically deleting every explicit part of it.” You retorted, shifting uncomfortably against the headboard.

Despite the years of friendship you and Tara had, from Junior High all the way to college — where you both were right now, nothing touchy ever happened between the two of you, not even a single, drunk kiss at parties. You two were close, of course, but not this close, and hearing the vulgar words easily slipping out of her mouth was creating a weird feeling inside your chest.

“I don’t care.” The girl rolled her eyes, moving closer to you. “Continuing, Chad is gentle, nice, and it feels good to be with him, but ugh… I couldn’t even feel anything when I was sitting on his lap.” You let out a small laugh, scratching your eyebrow. That wasn’t the first time Tara rambled about a bad date, but this was Chad, a common friend, and someone that the young Carpenter had a genuine interest in. At this point, that interest had disappeared into thin air. “And when he removed his pants, he had this military patch underwear and black socks on and it was a huge turn off.”

“Black socks really do sucks…”

“I know!” The exasperated way she agreed with you made you laugh, her hand resting near your knee. “Can you believe he didn’t want to take them off? He said he has cold feet.” Her face fell against your thigh, a tired sighing leaving her mouth, hot breath hitting your bate skin. “I should’ve ran when he said that.” Tara mumbled.

Your hand naturally rested on her head in a soft petting, “You really should have.”

The brunette moved a little, laying on her side with her cheek still resting on your leg to feel the soothing moves of your fingers on her hair. The new position gave her a small vision of what's beneath the thick fabric of your shorts, the hem of black boxers peeking through. She looked away, crimson color on her cheeks as she continued the events of the night.

“But, it’s Chad, so I decided to ignore that ridiculous sock and continue.” You nodded your head. “He removed that equally annoying underwear and I swear to God! It was smaller than my hand, and my hands aren’t that big! Look.” To prove her point, she held your other hand, measuring it with her own. She intertwined your fingers together after you agreed with her, resting them both on her chest. “But I was like… okay, it’s not big but maybe he can be good with his tongue.”

“Oh, God.” You choke, closing your eyes. “I will never be able to look at him again.”

“Imagine how I feel!” Tara whined. “But then I thought to myself, he’s a terrible kisser; if he doesn’t know how to use his tongue on my mouth, imagine how bad it’ll be when he use it on my pu—”

“Okay! Let’s not use those explicit words, please.” You interrupted her, shifting again. “But damn, is that guy good at anything?”

“He has a nice body… from the waist up.” This time neither of you could hold back the laugh, the delightful sound of her laughing mixed with yours filled the room for a couple minutes, your hand still playing with the soft strands that spread across your leg. “Chad is a nice guy, but… that’s not enough for me, you know? I crave touching, feeling something. And he was so small I would barely feel anything.” Tara cried out, covering her face with her free hand as the other still held yours against her chest.

“I’m not a sexual freak or anything but I agree, at least the kiss has to be good. So that’s when you messaged me?”

“I wish.” It was your turn to sigh loudly. “We kept going and when I asked him to wear protection, you won’t believe it…”

“He didn’t have any?”

“Oh, he did.” She bit her lower lip, hand still covering her eyes as the images played like a broken record behind her closed lids. “After that awkward moment where he put it on, he got soft.”

“Maybe it was too tight or something, that can be an annoying bother.” You tried defending your friend, but the girl denied with her head, pursing her lips together, deciding if she should say it or not, but after all the details she already had shared, this one wouldn’t matter either.

“It was loose. It was the smallest size and it still was big for him.”

“Jesus Christ. I am deleting every photo I have with him. I can’t bear looking him in the eyes after knowing all of that.” Once again, your laugh filled the bedroom, making Tara look at you with narrowed eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Is it me?” You tilted your head to the side in confusion. “Am I the problem?”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe I’m a terrible kisser and that’s why it didn’t fit.” She explained, looking at you.”Do you think I’m hot?”

“Where did that come from?”

“The deepest part of my curious brain.” Tara sat back up, resting her hand and yours on her thigh. “Now answer me, am I hot?”

“You are hot, Tara.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure the problem wasn’t you. Maybe he was just nervous to be with you, I don’t know.”

“That does make me the problem.” Her eyes never left yours, looking for a small sign of a lie that was never found; after all, you did find Tara hot. “Why did you never kiss me?”

You let out a deep sigh. “Because we’re friends.”

“You kiss your friends. Amber, Mindy, and I’m sure you tried to kiss my sister once too.”

“Please, don’t bring that to the table.” The pinkish tone that colored your cheeks made the other smile. “And it’s different, they’re just friends, and you’re my best friend.”

Tara moved on the bed, sitting on her calves, still looking at you, and still holding your hand.

“Kiss me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Kiss me.”

You let out an awkward, breathy laugh, trying to pull your hand from hers and moving away just a bit, but the brunette was determined, you could see it in the dark brown eyes.

“Stop joking around, Carpenter.” You said one more time, her slender fingers tracing random patterns on your thigh with her free hand, feeling the goosebumps all over your skin, big bambi eyes staring at you. “Tara…”

“Please…” She cried out, the tip of her fingers trespassing the hem of your shorts, only a few centimeters away from your clothed cock. You could already feel it twitching inside your boxers just from those small touches. “I just wanna prove to myself that I can do it and that there’s nothing wrong with me. You, as my best friends, should help me with that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, I truthfully believe you can get someone hard.”

“Then why wasn’t he hard?”

“Maybe it was just a bad day or he was nervous, I don’t know.” You repeat what you said earlier, hoping that it was enough for the small girl. It clearly wasn't though.

“But we were having fun! He was sweet, polite, respectful, and paid for dinner and the motel, which was not cheap. It makes no sense!” She whined like a spoiled kid. Tara sat on your thighs, holding your face in her hands. “Lemme touch you. Please.”

“Can’t we just watch Stranger Things and forget about this terrible date?” You asked in hopes she would let that stupid idea go; she obviously didn’t.

“We can, after we kiss.” Tara fixed herself on top of you, moving up. Your hands instantly grabbed her waist, before she could sit on your hips. “You know I won’t stop.”

“You’re like the donkey from Shrek.” You writhe under her.

“Please…”

“Dear Lord.” Your head fell back, hitting the soft headboard. “Why does it have to be me? And now?”

“Because you’re my best friend.” The girl shrugged. “Plus, you never let me see it.”

“I swear you have the strangest obsession with my dick.”

“I’m just curious about it.” Feeling the loosen on your grip, Tara moved slightly up, sitting right on top of it. “And I can definitely feel it.” The brunette pushed herself down, biting her lower lip.

“Please, stop moving.” You whined, trying to hold her still, but she was determined, you could see it in her eyes. It wasn’t going to take long before your underwear became a bother. “Tara, I’m warning you.”

“You sound so hot, you should use that tone with me more often.” Her hands grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, wrinkling it, pulling you closer until her mouth was yours. You didn’t stop her or kissed her back, but your grip on her waist grew stronger. She smiled against your lips, one of her hands sliding down your body, nails scratching your belly under your hoodie, threatening to trespass the waist of your shorts. “Can I touch you?”

You gulped hard, staring at the brown eyes that looked soft, unlike her hands. “Are you sure you want to do this? There's no point of return.” Tara nodded fast, not giving a second thought to it, playing with the waist of your shorts. “You can touch me.”

When you gave Tara permission to touch you, you thought the girl was going to wrap her hands around your soft shaft, but all she did was kiss you, slowly and enticing, and this time you kissed her back. Your hands on her waist helped her move against your lap, grinding on you at a torturous pace.

You wanted to turn around, change your positions so you could control whatever it was about to happen, but you allowed her to be in charge; this was all about Tara proving to herself she’s not the problem, right? So you held back the urge.

Tara’s hands moved up again, wrapping around your neck as she got closer, pushing herself down on you, moaning against your parted lips when she felt your dick pressing on her even though you weren’t hard.

Her kiss trailed down your neck, gently nibbling on the skin there. You threw your head back, moving your hands down her ass, under the skirt of her dress to push her harder against you, increasing her hips’ speed.

“Fuck…” You let out a sharp breath, completely affected by the delicate touches coming from your best-friend, and that only made her more eager to pleasure you.

“Do you like this?” Tara whispered in your ear, softly biting on your lobule, tracing the cartilage with her teeth. All you could do was nod. She could feel you slowly getting hard against her ass.

Licking your lips, you thrust your hip up in a strong move, making the both of you moan lowly. You could come just with that friction if she continued moaning with her mouth so close to your ear, only for you to hear it.

Tara’s hands trailed down your body once again, but this time she pushed down the elastic of the waistband of your gray shorts, in a silent request for you to remove it. She lifted herself just enough for it to slide down your legs, pooling just before your knees, the black boxer still hugging your thighs tightly.

She didn’t want to look down, too shy to do so, but when she sat back against your bulge, it was impossible to not look at it. She pursed her lips together, the moan choked in the back of her throat as she felt you pressing hard against her. A wet spot taking form on the dark, thin cloth the more she rolled her hips on you.

It was an agonizing pain to let Tara in control of the situation. You could feel the warmth and wetness dripping for her cunt, you would easily slide in her, if she allowed you to. But you didn’t know how far she wanted to go with you, after all, this was just a test to see if she could get you hard, and she definitely could as she felt you twitching against her in desperate need to release.

This could've stopped here and now, you were hard after all, but in a bold move, her hand slipped into your underwear, her hand holding your dick in a hard squeeze that almost made you scream against her mouth. Pulling your length out, Tara wrapped her hand around your shaft, moving it up and down in a provocative way, smiling against your parted lips. Her eyes were dark, staring at you with luxury dripping from the brownish just like she was dripping on your thighs. You could feel the hot, thick liquid oozing on your skin as she rubbed herself on you.

“Fuck, Tara.” You breathed out again, broken, lewdly.

The brunette dipped her hand in her own underwear, eyes threatening to close as she rounded her swollen clit with two fingers, but she kept them open with a wicked expression on her face. Tara pulled her dress up, giving you the privileged view of her ruined underwear, the white fabric completely transparent. You couldn’t help yourself as your finger traced the wet stain, Tara’s mouth hanging open at the agonizing slow touch.

“Stop.” She asked in a trembled voice, shakingly holding your hand with flushed cheeks. “I don’t wanna cum like this.”

“And how do you wanna cum?”

Letting go of your hand, she watched with focused eyes as you took two of your fingers in your mouth, sucking at the slick that coated them with a satisfied hum. Tara seriously considered saying she wanted to ride your face and fall apart on your lips, but she just, messily, removed her underwear. A thin line of arousal followed the cloth as she tossed it somewhere in your bedroom, your mouth watering at that.

Tara pulled your boxer slightly down just enough for your member to be released, proudly hitting your lower belly, before placing herself on top of your cock, the blood flowing in your veins reverberating against her clit, making both of you choke on your breath. She fitted your length in between her slick folds, almost crying at the warm feeling.

She started grinding on you, shaking at every small move.

“This feels so fucking good.”

Throwing her head back, Tara supported her weight on her arms, gaining a fast pace. Your hands held the skirt of her dress up, giving you the perfect view of her shining cunt, smearing herself all over your cock. You could feel that tight knot on your stomach at that.

Moving one of your hands up and taking the dress with it, you crossed a barrier when you exposed her perfect tits, holding the stiff nipple with your thumb and index finger in a hurtful squeeze, earning yourself a crying moan that only made you throb against her center, while the other hand bruised the skin of her ass. You could see the red marks of your fingers all over her waist.

Pulling her torso towards you, your lips wrapped around her other nipple, trembling your tongue on the hardened nub, making Tara’s hands pull on your hair, keeping you close to her chest. Her hips started to lose speed, squirming in your arms as she neared her release; you weren��t going to last much, not when she started whispering your name over and over, shakingly violently in your arms. You came right after her, shooting thick ropes of cum directly into your hoodie.

Your arms were fast to hold her against you, keeping her body close as you came down from your high together. Tara's head fell on your shoulder, her hot breath tickling the skin of your neck, you could feel her smile.

“You okay?” Being the first one to break the silence, you asked in a soft voice, running your hands up and down her back, feeling her heart beating like crazy; yours weren't different, smashing itself against your ribcage.

“I'm great.” She mumbled out, weak and out of breath. “Are you okay?”

Feeling the nod of your head, she pulled away from her hiding spot. When you met her eyes, a pinkish color was filling the skin around her cheekbones, coloring the freckles that spread across her face, and unlike you were wondering inside your head, things didn't look awkward after that; Tara still had that familiar, warm look in her eyes when she leaned in to place a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Are you proud of yourself?”

“For making you cum without barely touching you?” Tara laughed in a proud voice, avoiding looking down as she felt your length still comfortably placed in between her slick folds.

Your hands were firm on her waist when you lifted her hips, guiding the tip of your cock against her sensitive bundle of nerves before slowly sliding in her cunt at the same time she fell back on your thighs, trying to catch her breath at the sudden invasion. A small smile on her face at the feeling of being full, her velvety walls clenching hard around your shaft, still recovering from her orgasm.

“For the fact that I'm still pretty hard.” Pressing kisses over her jawline, you thrusted up, a surprised moan escaping her throat. “Can you feel it? How hard I am? How good I'm filling you?”

“Yes…” She choked out, wrinkling your hoodie in her fingers, trying to find support on your shoulders when your hands forced her up, your member coated in a thin layer of her arousal before sliding her back down. “I'm very proud of myself.” The breathy confession made you smile against her neck, softly biting on her jugular before your movements gained a steady rhythm, mixing with the wet sounds and the melody tone of her voice calling out your name for every neighbor to hear.

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dadsbongos · 5 months

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jennifer's body - z.maki

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection

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warnings - vaginal fingering *nerd emoji*, thigh riding, maki's the top as per usual, car sex, you're a whiny bitch but maki's into it, potential cum eating

word count - 2.2 K / rating - R

Maki detests a lot of things, but above every single one of those things - she detests being put on missions with you most of all.

“Eek!” Maki’s balance is hardly thrown off despite the way you rip her arm to your chest. You hug her close and push your cheek to her shoulder, “Please protect me, Maki!”

She snorts, looking down at you curled around her form, “You’re a grade two, you know? You don’t have to hide behind me.”

Feeling the impression of your lips molding into a pout against her, you ‘hmph’, continuing down the creaky, dank hall, “A grade two can still be scared!”

Naturally, yes. However, the degree of fear you commonly express makes teaming with you such a hassle. Though not necessarily because she finds it annoying.

Maki feels your skittish fingers dance down to hers, and she clasps your hand tightly. Her heart throbs uncomfortably at the idea of your poor brain all stressed and overheating, skin chilled, and throat too tight to speak. A terrible thing that is. Yes, she hates it more than anything else in the world.

So Maki walks just a pace quicker than you, ensuring she’s upfront. But no matter that, she is not the one to suffer this mission’s great blowback.

As if freshly blistering up from between the floorboards, a puffy, mushroom-shaped spore oozes from beneath your boot. Mustard yellow curd gushes onto the ground from each pore with a soft puff of orange gas into the air.

“Damn!” Maki curls an arm around your waist and tucks you behind her.

The particles cling to your nose, itching and irritating; they claw down your throat and paint over the front of your uniform.

By the time Maki has splattered the curse, you’re feverish. Still coughing up dust and reaching out for her.

“Are you okay?” she cradles your sweltering frame in her broad hands.

“Car,” you wheeze out, falling into her stronger frame, “We need to get outta here.”

Your thighs squeeze together, hips mindlessly squirming into the sticky leather of the backseat. Leaning into Maki, you take her arm again, breasts squishing against her firm muscles and pressing her hand between the clench of your thighs. Her palm digs into the meat of your inner thighs and it takes about 60% of your brain power to keep from humping her hand.

Pressing your face to her neck, you know she can feel the softness of your lips on her smooth skin. You know she can feel the hot puffs of your words, “Maki… Maki I think we should pull over…”

“What?” her cheeks go pink, eyes falling to you from beneath her lenses. Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, it burns beneath her skin, “Talk to me, huh? What’re you feeling?��

“Hmm,” you turn into the feeling of her cupping your cheek, and your gaze finds Maki’s crinkled face. Eyes wide beneath furrowed brows, lips down in a frown, “I feel so hot, Maki, please- “ you jerk up, rutting against her hand, “Please pull over!”

The car doesn’t stop. Maki moves her hand from your cheek to press against your feverish forehead. She barks over at Ijichi, “Hey, pull over!”

You all jerk at the sudden stop before Ijichi shamefully restarts the car to more carefully move off the side of the road. He turns in the driver’s seat to look at the pair of you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You think it’s cuter when Maki does it.

Oh, Maki.

You blink up at her lazily. Lashes fluttering. She reddens more at the movement, you like that.

“Maki,” you whisper, low enough so even Ijichi can’t hear, “I think it was an aphrodisiac.”

She looks away, pointlessly, to the back support cushions behind you. Her chin tucks close to her chest and you can hear the strain in her throat to whisper back just as low, “Can you hold out until we see Ieiri?”

“Mh-hmm,” you shake your head, thighs tightening around Maki’s hand and now using 80% of your brain power to not shamelessly grind on her, “No way…”

You need her. ‘Starved in a dungeon for weeks, and you finally see a fresh loaf of bread’ kind of need.

Maki feels something ugly burrow into her chest at the idea of Ijichi seeing you so weak and bothered. And something uglier arrives when she realizes it isn’t just because you’re an impaired friend - she doesn’t even want Shoko seeing you like this if she can help it. Looking over at Ijichi, Maki jerks her head towards the door.

“Wh-what?” Ijichi stutters out, head lowering.

“Get out!” she snaps.

“Yes, ma’am!” Ijichi jumps out of the car, slamming the door shut in the process.

Maki watches him shuffle towards the trunk and stand with his back facing the vehicle. He twiddles his thumbs and stares down the empty road. She thinks he might be pouting after getting yelled at. She doesn’t spend much time on the thought before you’re sitting up on your knees.

Her hand is (sadly) free from between your legs and you drop her arm to shakily place both your hands on her shoulders. You settle onto one of her thighs, arms curling around her neck. Your nose nudges hers and you press a kiss on Maki’s cheek.

She can feel how warm you are through your thin tights. Unsurely, Maki’s hands find your hips, “What should I…?”

You hum, moving to her other cheek and kissing there, too, “I need you, Maki.”

Her hands squeeze your hips. To stop you or ground herself, she isn’t sure. Both works, probably. Right?

“You’ll regret it later,” now, Maki’s hands try lifting you off of her thigh, “It’s not a good idea.”

“No!” you wail, nails digging into Maki’s shoulders, hips stubbornly remaining in place. You rear back to bat your lashes at her again, chest rising and falling with your gasping breaths, “Won’t regret it, I promise…” your hips lower on her thick thigh, she tenses below you, “I love you, Maki,” you kiss her cheek again, hoping to tempt her, “Love you so much. Need you so bad.

90% of your brain power goes towards not humping her leg like a dog.

She’s frozen solid, your feverish cheek presses to hers and you pray it melts through her icy exterior.

“So jealous of Yuuta,” you murmur, moving to ghost your lips over hers. They’re so much softer than you thought they’d be, and they taste like cherry chapstick. The kind that reminds you of cough syrup, “Talking about him ‘n’ how strong he is… I hate it. ‘m not stronger than you, Maki, but ‘m better than Yuuta,” you feel her grin, her body jolting to life as two hands find the sides of your face, “Just wanna show you that I’m better than Yuuta.”

“You’re jealous,” she ‘tsk’s, “but you’re the one calling Okkotsu by his given name.”

“Don’t be mad…” you fight against her hold on your head and purse your lips against hers, a chaste kiss from you to her, “I love Maki, not Yuuta.”

100% of your brain power is put into your self-control. It overheats your brain and Maki can almost hear the gears churning, smell the smoke pouring from your ears when you finally give up and rut down into her thigh with a shaky gasp. You roll your hips against her thigh once again to test her reaction - she flexes her leg and her hands fly down to your hips to guide your movement.

“Are you sure?”

You sigh against her lips when your clit catches sweetly on her thigh, nodding frantically and rubbing against her thigh faster, “Please, Maki? I’ll go totally crazy if you keep making me beg…”

She snickers against your lips, pausing to kiss you again while dragging your cunt over her flexed thigh, “Sorry.”

A pitchy whine is strangled in the back of your throat, the fire in your gut only burning hotter. Quickly unsatisfied with the dulling sensation between your legs, “Need more, Maki. ‘s not enough.”

Pulling back, Maki pushes up the leg you sit on, hoping to dig out the burning spores under your skin. She tilts her head, “What should I- what do you want?”

But you simply whine in response. Throwing your head back and grinding fruitlessly against her muscled thigh.

“Sorry, sorry,” she muttered, fingers abandoning your sides to dance up under your skirt, “So needy, you know that?”

“Hmph!” you lift your bobbing head to glare at the woman beneath you.

“What?” her nails bite into the snug, thin material of your tights. You gasp when the sharp pop of her fingers bursting the cloth rings out, she snickers at your doe-eyed stare, “They COMME des GARÇONS or something?”

Before you can begin jutting out your bottom lip and squirming off your tights by yourself, Maki worms her fingers through the gape and rips sideways. The warmth of her hand cups against your hot sex, the wet patch on your panties clinging to her skin. The sensation sends tingles down her spine. Down her spine and swirling around to her gut, swelling as you grind down into the heel of her palm.

“Please,” you lean down, pressing your forehead to hers. Heat fanning from your cheeks, and Maki can feel it. You know she can. You know she likes it, “Need you inside me, Maki.”

Her lithe fingers pull your panties to the side before running the pads of her middlemost fingers along your slit. Wetness glides down her skin, her head pitches up and her lips pucker. You meet her in the middle - soft and cherry-flavored - as her fingers slide inside you.

“So wet,” she muses against your lips, “I just slipped in, honey.”

“Need you,” you cant your hips down onto her fingers, “Need you so bad…”

“You really love me?” it could be teasing, but if you pry back the thickened, scarred skin beneath her uniform - you could feel that mushiness in her question. That softness of needing to know how you feel. Needing to know this isn’t a lie that some infection has conjured inside you.

“I love you!” her thumb nudges into your puffy clit, loosely swiping the characters of her name across the bundle. Fingers crooking up in an almost frenzied search for the little spot to put hearts in your eyes. You squeeze your arms tight around her neck, back arching and chest pressing close to Maki’s face, “Love you s’much, Maki! Wanna be your girl…”

She barely catches the admission over your whining moans.

“I’ll make you mine,” she juts her chin at you, “I’ll make all you mine.”

You squeal as she stirs the bubbling, electrified pot inside you, hips rocking down so you’re practically riding her fingers. Arms pulling back, you cup Maki’s soft cheeks and trap her head in place. Once again, your lips find hers.

Her wrist flexes with the force of her thrusting fingers, eagerly chasing the sensation of your velvety cunt sucking her deep inside you. The sloppy, crude sound of your wetness squelching out with every stroke inside your cunt makes her lightheaded. Her thumb quickens against your clit, and your thighs quiver on either side of her own.

“So pretty when you’re falling apart for me,” Maki rests her head against the seat, eyes lazily crawling along your form. She grins, wolfish in nature - like she could scarf you down whole if she pleased, “Really wanna be my girl, baby?”

She could.

“God, yes!” you firmly plant yourself against the heel of Maki’s palm, knocking her thumb off balance and grinding into the meat of her hand. Your juices drip down her hand as she continues to finger you in the backseat, watching the muscles in your thighs tense.

You’d let her.

“Then cum for me, yeah?”

A final press into your g-spot. One last nudge of your clit against her palm. Only one more peck of your lips to hers.

And you’re going limp, save for the unsteady twitching of your hips as the last of your release drools into Maki’s hand. Your head crashes down onto Maki’s shoulder, eyes drooping.

You yawn and Maki slowly pulls out of you, bracing her other hand against your hip to keep you from collapsing entirely. She settles you to slump fully on her lap. Her eyes stray to your cum, webbing between her fingers.

She wants it in her mouth. To slurp up the very essence of you and taste you on her tongue. But she pauses before committing.

That gas - powder? particles? poison? - could be contagious.

Though, if it were, she would’ve gotten it when kissing you, right?

But it could also be the sexual nature - the fact she’s ingesting your cum - that would spread it.

Looking down at you, your closed eyes and parted lips - if you aren’t sleeping, you’re definitely on your way. The heat is subsiding and your breathing has evened out.

There’ll be more opportunities later, she supposes. Mournfully, Maki wipes her sodden hand against her skirt before calling a shaky, flustered Ijichi back to the car.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader #maki smut #maki zenin smut #maki zenin fluff #maki zenin #jjk movie marathon event

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0oolookitsme · 6 months

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Daddy of Three

Type - A One Shot again!

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - 2.2k

Warnings - None that I can find! (other than the fact that this is pure smut ofc)

A/n - Lowkey hate the title (you will too when you find out the context) but I just hope you enjoy this hahah <3

Kinks - Daddy kink, Face Fucking, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

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Y/n was chopping up the vegetables she'd need for the meal she was going to cook tomorrow morning for Harry and Karan's lunch. Her eyes remained on her iPad's screen, on which she could see the page Carla was presenting in the meeting.

Clicking on the little mic icon by her knuckle, she unmuted herself. "Marla, don't you think that we should use red and yellow undertones? It's going to be a violent and a sad scene, I think it would work better," she said, not exactly agreeing with her idea of using green undertones.

"I agree," a few people wrote in the chat.

"But ma'am, we probably wouldn't have as much screen time for that scene. Plus, we have a scene inside the hotel's bathroom after that, which they tell us would give off green hues," Marla said, sliding photos till the bathroom set was on the screen.

Y/n hummed, laughing at how she'd absolutely forgotten about that. "Then I'd say that we do put green undertones but less. We need the switch between the scenes to be slightly puzzling – nothing like 'what the hell are they doing in the bathroom now' though," she said, making the other woman laugh and other people text the laughing emojis.

They agreed on trying the directory for the same the next day, and planned out a few more things before bidding goodbyes. Right at that time, Harry and Karan also got up from the couch as the show they were watching just ended.

"Are you done?" Harry asked her, walking behind Karan who seemed to be growing taller and taller everyday. It still mesmerized her, the resemblance between the two – same green eyes, same curly hair, same nose. Only his mouth matched with hers, other than that, he was a ditto copy of Harry.

"Yes," Y/n groaned while getting up, stretching the moment she was on her feet while taking a big yawn. "Not really, just a bit tired from all the screen time," she said when Harry asked her if she was feeling sleepy.

"Serve the dinner, will you? I just quickly need to wind my stuff up." She looked at Harry with pleading and slightly guilty eyes, kissing the corner of her mouth once he mumbled an 'of course.'

"Don't take too much time, though!" He yelled as she hurried up the stairs.

Karan climbed up in his chair on his own with a bit of struggle. He'd finally grown tall enough to be able to sit on the main dinner table, but still he needed a taller chair to sit on.

"Look at you going, already a big boy," Harry grinned at the little one, who was about to turn four this year. A breathy chuckle escaped his mouth when the boy's ears turned pink, he was born a shy persona but that never deterred him from speaking up when he wanted to.

Y/n watched from atop as Harry talked to Karan about the show they were just watching. It had shown some wild animals tonight, from what she could hear. She couldn't help but swoon a little bit on the inside as Karan climbed down the chair with a bit of grunting and helped Harry serve the table.

"Bring me a glass, please," Harry asked the kid just because he was eager to help. "Thank you," he appreciated him once the glass was on the table.

"Y/n –" Harry was about to call for her when he saw her watching him from the doorframe of their room. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?" He laughed, feeling a tad bit of shyness creep up on him when he realized that she'd been watching him.

They've known each other since childhood yet she still manages to turn his ears pink by just her gaze – it was yet another trait that Karan got from Harry.

"Could watch you be a baby daddy all day long. Just makes me feel so hot," she whispered in his ears, grinning when he slapped her bum sneakily.

"Did you tell daddy about the puzzle we solved today?" Y/n asked Karan and melted on the inside when his eyes lit up and he sat upright, suddenly excited and eager to tell Harry all about it.

And Karan's energized talking about the animals was how they spent their time eating dinner. Talking about Karan's puzzle, Harry's practice routine for the next day and Y/n's plans for visiting the set for a run-through were some add-ons in the talk here and there. Once they'd finished, Y/n took Karan up to his room to read him one of his nightly-stories, and lull him to sleep – it was Harry's turn to do the dishes tonight.

The toddler was extra tired today. He'd had football practice for a small upcoming match in his school, solved a lot of math problems and a whole puzzle in one day. So, it only took about four paragraphs of the story in the calming voice of his mother for him to pass out.

Y/n climbed down the stairs as silently as she could and pressed a feather-light kiss on Harry's neck, who didn't get scared in the slightest – probably because he heard her jam her toe in the leg of the dining table.

Harry hummed to acknowledge her presence, loading the last plate into the dishwasher. She stood back patiently, and once he was done, Harry turned around and leaned his bottom on the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Then, y/n leaned in to press a chaste kiss onto his lips.

"Mm, someone's feeling needy," he smirked when she pulled back, pulling her in again by her waist when she nodded. "What do you need, love?" Harry asked her, pecking her lips again with a soft smile on his mouth.

"Need to taste you, daddy – been so long," she mumbled, slowly and slowly relaxing into his body.

He continued tracing the outline of her lips, "Is that so?" He asked again, and when she nodded he released her lower lip from under the weight of his thumb, watching it rise back to its place.

"Then we'll put that mouth of yours to a good use," he rasped, reaching for her mouth again as he slid one of his hands on the back of her head, pulling her hair back to give him space to litter her neck in kisses.

When her mouth met his skin, she left open-mouthed kisses on it and bit on a few spots before Harry started pushing her down on her knees. Once she was down, she pulled down his sweats on his command and watched as his cock stood up, already hard. She spit on her palm, lubricating his length as she stroked him.

"Hands behind your back," Harry told her, and started lowering her head on his length when she took him in his mouth. "Fuck," he breathed, watching her as he pushed her lower and lower on him slowly.

He cherished the feeling of her warm mouth on him, and when she reached his base, he let out a groan as the feeling of his tip touching the very back of her throat.

Y/n could taste his salty pre-cum that had started to leak from his slit. It would've been more convenient for her if she could've placed her hands on his thighs, but somehow, this position was only making her panties wetter.

When Harry asked her if she was ready to go, she quickly showed him a thumbs up before holding her wrist behind her back again.

Slowly and slowly, Harry started bringing her head back and forth by his grip on her hair. Her lips wrapped around him felt every vien as he brought her head up till his reddened tip. She managed to take a lick at his slit before he brought her down again, faster this time.

Now, her head was bobbing faster on his cock and with the way her saliva was starting to dribble down her chin, she could feel him pulsing in mouth as she hollowed out her cheeks when she hit the base.

She gagged a bit when Harry pushed in till the back of throat. And then, he quickened the pace.

He held her head in one place as she tried to swallow some of his arosual fucked into her mouth, the sounds of her gagging filling the kitchen. "Fuck- you're doing so well, darling," Harry moaned above her, creating a pace again – his eyes unable to move from the sight of strings of her saliva and his arousal moving with each bob of her head.

He fucked her mouth with a fast pace, his tips dragging along her tongue before hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. "Jesus- fuck," he choked, his hold on her head getting tighter as he began ruthlessly fucking into her mouth.

"Breath from your nose, baby," Harry told her, continuing to thrust his cock deep down her throat by now. She started gurgling on her own saliva and his precum, her arms starting to ache as tears leaked out of her eyes and she clenched around nothing, her pussy feeling like it were ready to be pounded.

"Oh lord," he grunted, slowing down his pace just when Y/n thought he was close to releasing down her throat, he brushed his hand through her hair.

Gradually, Harry pulled out of her mouth and just when she was beginning to think that something had gone wrong, Harry helped her get up on her legs.

She stumbled a bit, her legs a bit numb, and knees hurting because of the hard floor. She freed her arms then as well, holding onto his biceps as she balanced herself.

"Fuck you're such a wreck," Harry breathed, wiping away at her damp skin – not able to tell the difference between her tears and her sweat. "And because of me too," he chuckled, brushing her hair back as she caught up with her breath.

"C'mon, wanted to come down your throat, but I need something else more than that right now," Harry said as he picked her up bridal style in his arms, the veins in his biceps popping out.

"What is it?"

"Need to feel your pussy, darling."

When Harry dropped her on their bed, she immediately got up on her elbows, her knees touching but feet wide apart. "Fill me up, daddy? Want another baby," she whispered, looking at him through her lashes.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Harry groaned, climbing up on the bed while stroking himself. "Fucking hell – 'course I will," he told her as he sat back on his calves in front of her. "Gonna make me daddy of three, aren't you -- since you clear need one at all times, as well?" Harry teased her.

"Open your legs for me, wanna see ya." Y/n did as Harry told her and he swiped his middle finger through her folds, realizing that she was already soaking wet, ready to take him.

"Gonna give you all my babies, darling. Gonna fill you up to the brim and get you pregnant again," he rasped, lining himself against her hole, wetting his tip. "Fuckin' missed watching your belly swell up with a baby – my baby, " he said while watching himself disappear inside her pussy.

Beginning to thrust into her, Harry's hand came to knead one of her boobs. "Need to see you breastfeed a little one again – see those leaking nipples," he choked out, so turned on that he already felt close to climaxing.

"Gonna come for daddy, love?" Harry cooed at her, feeling her thighs begin to shake around his hips already. "Give it to y' husband."

Y/n lied there under him, shaking and moaning as the knot in her belly moved lower and lower. "Gonna cum- fuck –" she coughed, shaking harder as her skin felt like it was on fire when Harry started rubbing her clit.

"Come for Daddy, darling. Doing so good," Harry praised her, increasing his pace as he felt his own balls tighten. As he thumbed tighter and faster circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves, he felt her walls clenching around him.

"So good for me, so fuckin' good around me – fucking made for me," Harry grunted, feeling like he was going to combust.

"Co-coming daddy – O-Oh I'm cuming fuck-" Y/n stuttered, her back arching as Harry fucked into her pussy mercilessly. She could feel him pulsing inside her, and once he hit her g-spot again, she felt like she had been electricuted as she came on his cock.

Her cum went everywhere as Harry continued fucking into her, the bed creaking under his pace. "So good for daddy, look how much you came," he chuckled breathlessly, looking down where she had soaked him and the mattress, white strings of her cum sticking to his base.

Y/n intionally cleanched around him again, lying fucked out of her mind and breathless.

"Good girl- that's a good fucking girl," Harry cursed before he shot ropes of his cum deep in her pussy. Ramming into her pussy until she had milked him dry, he finally stopped when some of his cum started spilling out of her.

"Gonna fill you up again, make sure I put a baby in you," Harry told her as he wiped sweat off his forehead – grinning down at her when she hooked her arms under her knees, giving him full access to her pussy.

"Daddy's gonna give it to you good, sweet girl," Harry said gleefully, laughing when Y/n managed to swat at his chest.

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comfortless · 3 months

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in my pottery class thinking abt how much i would rather be painting with König rn pleading emoji btw

lele you are in my head always.. König being artsy..? awkward, spontaneous infatuation developing over sharing portraits of each other? yes yes… 💞

There’s a new man in your class that you have never seen before, not around the rest of the community center. The perplexing titan has chosen to take up painting, of all things, and you wonder as he steps through the threshold of the door how he will ever even be able to hold a brush without the wood splintering in those massive hands.

Painting is calming, gentle most of the time. Only, he embodies that feeling of a failed brush stroke, an accidental tilt of your wrist leaving a swirl of mottled colors that would take far longer to fix than it could ever be worth. Dark, dreary and tense as he seats himself directly next to you.

His creations are dark things, abstract shapes of gray and maroon; red lightning and murky sea. Each dip of pigment glistening off of your own brush leads to softer scenes; poppies and silhouettes of sweet creatures grazing and basking beneath the amber rays of a sun hanging lofty upon the canvas. Gentle things to warm a heart where as his own are to expel something from a chest wound, infected and bursting.

He takes note of your bewildered stares, two weeks after his joining, and even makes a point to place himself at the back of the room, far enough away to keep you from seeing the quivering of his wrist as he paints a new apocalypse. A mercy or an insult, you couldn’t be certain.

When the time comes to create a portrait of one of the other participants, you approach him without thought. “We can paint each other,” you offer, voice like a bowstring. He only nods, once, and allows you into the space adjacent to him as he shifts his long limbs beneath the table in an attempt to accommodate you.

Just mercy, it was, then.

König isn’t talkative, even as you pester over details and ask him to tilt his head a certain way just to ensure you’ve picked the perfect placement for one of the rogue freckles dotting his cheek. He complies with a wide-eyes stare, one that leaves you feeling a strange mixture of curious and uncomfortable. Each time you look up, you notice that the gaze hasn’t lessened, it only proves to be more incessant and intense.

You show him his portrait; attention drawn to the eyes, each fleck of fluorescent light painted in them with the same color used for the pale white of his scars. This is one to be proud of, a certain reverence to the piece that you’ve lacked entirely in your painted fields of little white and gray blotted sheep.

His version of you is a splash of dandelion yellow, flecks of pink in a sea of black. There’s no face to be seen, but it is beautiful in its simplicity. You marvel at it, holding the canvas up to the light and your eye catches on something— buried just below the still-drying paint, a small scrawling of your name in the shimmering gray of pencil lead. You almost think you can make out the shape of a small heart somewhere in that mess of cheap acrylic, too, before the piece is gently tugged from your hands.

“It needs to dry,” he tells you, casually discarding it back onto the wooden table and examining your depiction of himself instead.

You watch as his eyes seem to light up, that weariness within them suddenly gone as his stare drifts from top to bottom of your canvas. You know that you’ve done well, with a certainty when his focus shifts back to you and a barely-there smile is tugging at his lips.

He tells you that he can not paint anything like you, and when you ask him just what that means, he only tells you that you’re just too pretty. The reality is obvious— his hands shake, but only around you. You’ve seen him nodding along to something the instructor says to him as the older man leans over the table to inspect his art, and König has only seemed stiff, unbothered.

There’s a cup of chamomile tea prepared for him the next time he enters the room and you’re nothing but demure smiles and sweet greetings as König takes the space next to you once more.

It’s just as he’s taking a sip that you decide to innocently ask: “Have you ever painted anyone nude?”

He sputters for a moment, trying to conceal the rising tide of crimson that creeps up from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as he turns away from you.

“Nein, but I would like to try.”

#i meant to post this yesterday and then the sleepy hit sorry lele! i hope your class was fun though!!#könig x reader #konig x reader #könig x you #konig x you

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eightmakesonebraincell · 8 months

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dogboy!yuyu headcanons

genre: bf!yunho x gn!reader, fluffiest fluffy fluff, crack

length: 1.8k

a/n: this spontaneously wrote itself after reading bai’s (@hwaightme) catboy!hwa headcanons, dreaming about dogboy!yuyu, and then being triggered by the braincell i share with yumi (@sorryimananti-romantic) <3 also scroll through to the end for a surprise 🐹

taglist: @lavishloving

YUYU :’((((

the cutest fluffiest ball of energy to ever light up your world <33

your heart just goes :’) whenever you see him, no matter what he’s doing

PUPPY EYES

THE MOST. LETHAL. PUPPY. EYES. EVER.

at first he doesn’t know how dangerous his puppy eyes are

he’s scared of doing the wrong thing or disobeying your orders because he thinks you might not want him anymore or kick him out :(((

he’s so precious he deserves to be protected from every bad thing in the world :((

but then once he learns that you love him more than he can even fathom

and he can literally get away with anything??

especially if he just whips out his puppy eyes and cocks his head to one side??

PLEASE

yunho is 🥺 emoji personified

he stamps his little paws in excitement when you approach him

loves it when you caress the space between his eyes he gets all sleepy

EAR SCRATCHES

he loves when you scratch behind his ear or under his chin or on his belly

aka scratches anywhere.

and he has the fluffiest and floppiest ears ever <333

they flop up and down whenever he runs it’s so cute omg

and he loves to chase his own tail

he MUST win the battle with himself grr

he doesn’t realise how big he is, both as a pupper AND a human

he runs at you from a distance and attacks you in a hug 🥺

but when he’s really excited and leaps up into your arms it feels like you’re getting slammed by a moving brick wall

you both definitely go down with an oof (mainly from you)

but who can be annoyed when you look up and he’s all :D :D :D and wagging tails on top of you

you two play a lot because he has so much energy

like you throw treats up in the air and he jumps to catch them and it’s like he’s challenging you at this point

you both have this thing where you put your hand on his paw, then he moves to place his paw on top of your hand, then you place your hand on top again and you just make an endless tower of hands

it never ends. it is A COMPETITION.

yall also have barking competitions where you’re just howling at each other lolll

because of that, your neighbour sometimes asks how your dogs (plural) are going and you have to make up a second dog because you’re not about to admit that it’s actually you howling back

yunho ALWAYS gets the zoomies at the most random times

in the morning when you’ve literally just pulled yourself out of bed and half asleep?

he does zoomies around the living room

nearly trips you over

at 3am when you’ve just finished your work and you’re stumbling your way to bed

he gets the zoomies in your bedroom and jumps all over your bed

SPEAKING OF BED

his favourite place is bed

but your bed specifically

you don’t need a heater in winter because he loves loves LOVES to snuggle with you and he’s super warm and fluffy

there’s lots and lots of cuddle sessions ofc, especially when you’re feeling down

he’s always there and he’ll like, give you space at first and then slowly inch towards you :((

sometimes you get nightmares that you’re suffocating and you wake up to yunho’s dog butt sitting on your face LOL

or you’ll wake up to his tail swishing in your face because he’s dreaming about steak

he likes playing in puddles and mud a little toooo much

when it rains you dress him up in a cute little yellow duckie raincoat

you’ve tried the matching puppy gumboots too but he just shakes them off

loves to go splish splash with his paws in all the puddles he comes across

and when he walks away he leaves a trail of his paw prints <3

omg when it comes to shower time after playing?

BRAT

a cute brat though you could never ever get angry at him

he makes you chase him through the house and you’re shrieking about the little paw prints he’s leaving on the floor

(he helps you clean them up afterwards)

when you finally wrestle him into the bathtub he huffs until you fill it with bubbles and add his toys

you most definitely have to take your own shower after his because of how soapy your clothes get

yunho LOVES his toys so much

it takes so long to convince him to let you put them in the wash

because as soon as you take them away from him? the puppy eyes come out

and you have to be firm and tell him that the toys just need a bit of cleaning, they’ll come back to you smelling super nice, it’s just for a little while

he still sits in front of the washing machine watching the whole cycle because he doesn’t trust the machine

he protecc

whenever you’re working or busy doing something, he’ll come up and nudge you every other minute so you play with him

he’ll drop a toy at your feet so you throw it for him

or he’ll tug on your pants and whine a little for your attention

you’re definitely weak for him so you almost always end up giving in

do you walk him or does he walk you?

he gets excited and darts off whenever he sees other people or other dogs because he wants to go and say hello :’))

and even though he loves meeting the other dogs, if you find another cute dog and turn your attention towards it or compliment it he’s gonna be all 🥺🥺🥺

he’s built to protect you like whenever you go out he’ll valiantly be on the lookout for any dangers like lizards that get too close or plastic bags that are flying towards you

LOL sometimes you can’t bring yunho out with you, and when you get home after bumping into another dog on the way back, yunho will immediately be able to sniff out their smell on your clothes

and he’ll be like >:((

how dare you >:((

i demand head pats and ear scratches as compensation >:((

he melts as soon as you give him a kiss though

when he’s human, literally nothing changes

he has endless energy and he literally skips and bounds along as he walks with you

the man does not. stand. still.

he will JUMP down the last four or five stairs and give you a mini heart attack

you scold him like you’re going to get hurt !!!!! but he just grins at you before running ahead again

omg he gives the most crushing and loving hugs <333

your favourite ones are when you’re running towards him and he has his arms wide open and he catches you as you leap into his arms

and he holds your waist firmly as he spins you two around and you’re both just all wide smiles and hearty giggles (PLS IM SO SOFT RN)

yunho eats like there’s no tomorrow

you cook and plate up your food and turn around to get yourself a glass of water or something and when you turn back around half his plate is already gone and he’s like :D

and you’re like ???? where ?? did all the food go??

when you bake you’ve got to keep a close eye on him he’s like a CHILD

he’ll steal the chocolate chips off the counter and you have to take the packet from him and tell him that you need them for the cookies

but he gets a handful of them anyway as compromise

it’s the puppy eyes i’m telling you they stay with him even when he shifts

“no, yuyu, the cookies are still hot you need to wait”

“stop looking at me like that they won’t cool any faster”

when it’s bedtime he dives under the covers with you

he drapes himself over you like he does when he’s a dog except he is much heavier when he isn’t a dog and you’re lowkey struggling to breathe under him

and he’s like oh no !! i forgot !!

and he’ll lie on his back and pull you so that you lie on top of him instead :’))

doesn’t matter if he’s dog or human, he LOVES CUDDLES

sometimes he decides that he wants head scratches too and he’ll bring your hand up to his head so that you play with his soft blonde locks

he also peppers your face with kisses like non-stop

he makes it his personal goal to make you giggle and laugh from all the kisses he’s giving you

because he is all about that physical affection and touch, perhaps even more when he’s a human

when you’re home he HAS to be touching you in one way or another like he’ll have a hand on your thigh or he’s draped over you in a back hug or you’re sitting in his lap

and it’s so cute when you see the same mannerisms and habits he has as a dog when he’s human

he’ll sit there and huff at all the right times when you tell him about your long day

(which was one of the first things you picked up on that yunho wasn’t your typical dog because when you ranted to him it was like he could understand you perfectly)

and like he still has his protective instincts, except when he’s a man he is The Man

you tell him about some colleague at work who was nasty to you and he’ll be like WHO. LET ME GO BITE THEM

he definitely growls a little when he’s really protective like grrr >:(

lol but also when you two are playing games and he’s feeling competitive or he’s gaming on the computer he’ll unintentionally growl at you and sometimes you find it kinda hot ;)

with yunho there has never been a single dull moment

his laughter and cheeky antics just become a permanent part of your life <3

he only has eyes for you and they’re filled with love

he is THE GOODEST BOY PERIODT.

bonus: hamsterboy!joong

the D: hamster backed up into a corner meme

raises his little hands when he's scared

will freeze standing up for no apparent reason

literally faints or unalives at the slightest inconvenience

like if you sneeze too loud

or if he falls off the little platform in his cage

you’ll never catch him running in the hamster wheel - that is solely for napping in

he also likes to nap in the igloo homes you put there for him

if you lift one up while he’s under it he’ll run for his life towards another shelter LOL

shoves everything into his mouth when he eats

he complains when his food bowl is empty

but if you try to take the bowl to fill it up? he tries to bite you

no take >:( only fill >:(

tries to look aggressive but he’s the smollest lil bean to exist 🥺

what makes you think he’s any different as a human?

LOL

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#loren writes #ateez fics #ateez x reader #yunho x reader #yunho x you #yunho x y/n #yunho fluff #yunho crack #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez headcanons #ateez au #ateez fluff #ateez crack #golden retriever yunho :((#yuyu #hongjoong crack #hamster hongjoong LOL

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cosmiccardistry · 2 months

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Pick An Emoji: What Is Coming Toward You In Love?

(Minors DNI + DNF!) Hello again everyone, it's Cosmic! I know this post is very off-schedule, but I'm wishing you a Happy belated Valentine's Day with this tarot reading anyway! Below, I have four emojis for you to choose from. When choosing a pile, look at the hearts before you. Truly take them in. After that, shut your eyes. Breathe in and out until you feel calm - almost empty. Once you are calm, allow the heart that corresponds to the pile you're meant to engage with to appear within your mind. 1)💝 2)💗 3)💖 4)💞 DISCLAIMER: I do tarot for fun and as a means of entertaining other people. This is not something that I intend for people to take one hundred percent seriously! Also, this is a collective tarot reading. I am not reading your specific energy alone, so not everything here will likely apply to you. Be discerning and use your own intuition! ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

💝 - "Let It Be"

Shufflemancy/Channeled Song(s) - You're Beautiful - James Blunt, Let It Be - The Beatles, Your Face - Wisp, Paper Bag - Fiona Apple, Get Gone - Fiona Apple, Yellow - Coldplay Keyword(s) - Beautiful, balloon, water-balloon, laughter, 2/222, 3/333, paper bag, plastic bag, get gone, tanktop, funny, sacral chakra, solar plexus, crown chakra, throat chakra, ocean, ocean breeze, banana, 'baba', pacifier, 'devil in the details', fluctuating Base - The Moon, Ten of Swords (Reversed), Seven of Cups (Reversed), Ace of Cups (Bottom of Deck #1), Nine of Cups (Bottom of Deck #2) Clarifying - The Chariot + Six of Pentacles (Reversed) - Ten of Cups (Reversed), Ace of Swords, Judgement - Four of Cups, Seven of Swords, Ace of Pentacles The first thing I noted while doing this pile was the Ten of Swords (Reversed) and the Ten of Cups (Reversed) clarifying each other. I feel you will gain an understanding of something in your love life that didn’t work out before. It’s necessary that you really focus on your healing, though. Your reading keeps returning to the healing they really want you to be doing. You may be prolonging your sadness and healing unnecessarily because you refuse to leave the past behind. This could be subconscious. You are existing within illusion and/or confusion, because of something that happened way back when. Maybe someone refused to reciprocate in an equal give and take with you? Whatever happened in the past, you find yourself unable to give and receive in the present because of it. I empathize with you. The universe wants to give you more opportunities! In love, or otherwise. However, you may overlook them. In fact, you may currently be overlooking opportunities for growth and excitement because you are suffering. Keep your eyes peeled! That being said, though, I don’t think overlooking opportunities is always necessarily negative. The universe is abundant - always willing to provide. If you need more time before receiving something from the universe, that is totally acceptable! What is meant for you will always be. Just remember that you need to fight. Shoot forward and manifest, so the universe can provide based on the powerful energy it receives from you! Even if you brush your teeth, and then sleep for the rest of the day afterward, you are manifesting. You are fighting. You are healing, and engaging in self-care. An effort - no matter how small or slow - is always important! Use your judgment and your intuition to get through this period of negativity and sadness. Take note of those who you might be taking more from than necessary - give back on occasion, if possible. Send love energetically to the people around you, even through all the confusion, illusion, and fear. For Advice Portion - King of Pentacles (Reversed), The Hermit (Reversed), The Lovers, The Hanged Man + Ten of Swords (Bottom of Deck #2) Clarifying - The Devil + Ace of Cups (Reversed) - Temperance (Reversed), Eight of Wands (Reversed), Five of Wands (Reversed) - Ace of Wands (Reversed), Queen of Pentacles (Reversed) Advice - Truly give into self-work via journaling and shadow-work prompts. Observe your negative patterns and write them down, if necessary. Be cautious when giving to energies/patterns/situations that have caused you to spiral into negative habits before. Stop fighting the healing work that you must do and focus less on romance, for now. You will absolutely find your romantic match. Your healing will take you directly to them. Learn to be happy single, for now, and have a fresh beginning with yourself and yourself alone! You will find true, genuine, healthy love in divine timing. You are not being forced into this time alone. See this experience of singularity as a blessing and know that you are already one with your ideal partner. Be kind to yourself. Love yourself as you love them. Also, stop reading and/or watching as much romance-related tarot? That could be a negative habit you currently have. ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

💗 - "Change"

Shufflemancy/Channeled Song(s) - Listen To Your Heart - Roxette, Heart To Heart - Mac Demarco, Blue Lips - Regina Spektor, Cry Me A River - Justin Timberlake, Cry Me A River (Different Song, Same Name) - Julie London, Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer Keyword(s) - Kept trying to say 'green words' instead of 'keywords', heart chakra, from the heart, baseball, Modern Baseball, Halloween, veteran, veterinarian, throat chakra, poet, seeds, teacup, bag, angel, bagel, ocean, lips, mouth, kiss Base - Ace of Swords, The Star (Reversed), Five of Swords, Justice, The Lovers (Reversed) (Bottom of Deck #1) Clarifying - Five of Swords (Reversed) & Four of Pentacles (Reversed), Nine of Cups (Reversed), The Moon, The Hermit, Temperance (Reversed) (Bottom of Deck #2)

An end is coming toward you. The ending of a relationship. If this relationship doesn’t end entirely, then the perspective you have on the relationship will change. You are quickly gaining control over conflict in this situation, retaining a leadership position. In doing that, you are allowing yourself to find stability, happiness, and pleasure. A tower will fall and cause hopelessness, helplessness, and dissatisfaction to dissipate - allowing any future work on your part to actually create something stable. In the past, any work put into this relationship might have only resulted in suffering, pain, and confusion. You really know your situation better than I do, and I know I stated that the relationship doesn’t - necessarily - have to end, but many of you will cut somebody off in favor of keeping your effort and energy to yourself. If you haven’t done this already, that is. The Justice card is out here, later clarified by the Devil in reverse. This relationship could be karmic, or that's what I felt when seeing these two cards come out together. Saw the Emperor and the Empress (Reversed), too. It's like this relationship was almost a match. They were a person you saw everything in...- If only they had fallen upright, or... allowed themselves to. After ending this relationship, being alone as a means of allowing yourself to retrospect could be best. There is no need to rush or place unnecessary pressure on yourself. In doing so, you could trick yourself into believing that there will be no victory out of exhaustion, or you could simply delay progress altogether. Also, know that everyone will receive what they deserve and trust the Universe to dole out karma - positive and negative - wherever necessary. Whoever you might leave in the past will have trouble freeing themselves of their stuck manner. Finding themselves heartbroken, while they miss your stability and commitment-minded mentality. Do not remain stuck with them and take their karma for yourself. Holding onto this relationship - or the way that the relationship was - will not assist you in any way! Don't be afraid to look at this relationship differently as a means of healing! For Advice Portion - Two of Wands (Reversed), Ace of Pentacles, Five of Swords (Reversed), The Emperor & Ten of Cups, The Star (Reversed) (Bottom of Deck #1) Clarifying - Ace of Wands, Five of Swords (Reversed) & The Emperor (Reversed), Ten of Pentacles, Justice (Reversed) Advice - This is a new beginning. Don’t allow a fear of change to deter you. Don’t be afraid to chase after your goals and passions - head toward what excites you most…! Be decisive at this time. And you can - absolutely - be decisive right now, even if you feel uncertain. You likely aren’t as confused as you think you are. You have been gifted with an opportunity to thrive peacefully without a conflict that has bothered you for a very long time. Allow yourself to be grateful. However, do not do anything in excess. Make sure that any passion you follow is healthy and doesn’t only serve you. Do not allow your suffering to turn you into someone selfish and controlling. You are the Emperor. No matter what. You don’t need force, manipulation, or control. You are a natural leader at heart. People will follow you simply as a result of you maintaining a healthy, balanced, exemplary disposition. You will find healthy love in due time, even after the conflict that you have suffered through- This love might be happening for you right now, even! A relationship healed after an internal conflict…- Just maintain emotional balance and all will work out for you. And, finally… do not - under any circumstances - allow your worries about justice and karma to stagnate you, or kick you out of emotional balance! Don’t worry about karma! Karma is not your problem, nor is it something you can control. Keep that in mind. ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

💖 - "Shine Brightly"

Shufflemancy/Channeled Song(s) - You're The Greatest (Reprise) - Wander Over Yonder, Pocketful of Sunshine - Natasha Bedingfield, Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles, Haven't You Noticed (I'm A Star) - Steven Universe Keyword(s) - Zipper, zoomies, phone, telephone, call me, heart, heart chakra, 2/222, 1111, plaid, earring, infection, star, cartoons, Piplup, Pokemon, trash, laundry day, yellow, solar plexus Base - Two of Wands, Four of Swords, The Hierophant, Ace of Swords, The High Priestess (Bottom of Deck #1) Clarifying - The Emperor, The Sun, Seven of Swords (Reversed), Five of Wands, King of Wands (Reversed) (Bottom of Deck #2)

Before I start, I want to state that being in your energy made me happy...! You are a great person, Pile Three, and you're fun to be around! You're reading is a complete loop, starting with the Two of Wands and then ending with the Two of Wands. You have thoroughly planned your next steps regarding your romantic world, and now you are taking action. Maybe you are considering putting yourself back out there again? Either by getting on a dating website, trying new recreation, or starting a new project? Whatever you want to do, I feel that you have the knowledge necessary to achieve your goals and succeed - to meet someone new. To create new connections, even those that aren't - necessarily - romantic. If that isn't the case right now, it definitely could be soon, if that is what you yearn for. I believe that you are very in touch with the spiritual world, whether you know that about yourself or not. Follow your intuition - your internal compass - and things will go well for you. You have already taken the time to rest, recuperate, and place your focus inward. You have a deep understanding of what might have been causing illusion in your romantic world. You have also taken your energy and effort away from a situation that might have broken your heart, and/or the hearts of others...! If this is not what you've done, it seems that this is what you are planning on doing - quickly taking control of the reigns and heading away from heartbreak, pain, and disappointment to find a relationship that will bring stability, love, and hope into your world. If you feel that none of this applies to you - that you have not moved away from a negative situation, spent time alone, and gone inward - that is exactly what you need to do. A good pause in love might be exactly what you need right now. Rest and recovery after situations like these are important! Don't feel negatively if you cannot force any sort of passionate energy to build within you. You will meet a romantic match who is just as intuitive as you in due time. So, don't rush - plan, examine what you know, look toward the future rather than the past, and take care of yourself. If you haven't healed from this negative romantic situation already, you will; and if you are still in the process of cutting a cycle out of your life, you will be successful in doing that, too...! Also, I saw the Two of Cups multiple times, there is definitely hope, Pile Three!

For Advice Portion - Six of Cups, Page of Pentacles, The Sun, Three of Swords (Reversed), The Wheel of Fortune (Bottom of Deck #1) Clarifying - The Devil (Reversed), King of Cups, Three of Wands, Two of Cups Advice - If you're attempting to get into new hobbies, try and do stuff that you're inner child would want to do. Remind yourself of the dreams and wishes you had when you were a little kid, and bolt toward those. Doing so will end in a nice experience for you. Might even heal negative habits you currently have. There is no need to fear walking away from past negativity. It is recommended that you move away from old, negative tendencies and relationships - even those that stem from childhood. Maybe you work yourself too hard? Don't be scared of taking a proper break. Put your heart into your work. Don't be afraid to allow other people to see you, and your work - your efforts and goals. Ask for assistance from other people, if necessary. The future is bright, there is no more suffering in your future - as far as I can tell. Let the brightness of the Sun bring you into your bright, loving future. Point your love inward - show yourself self-love! Pamper yourself, even despite past conflict! Let the pain end. Allow cycles to finish. Don't fight the ending that will come with releasing this past pain. You deserve to live as happily as possible! Holding onto pain will not allow you to do that! ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

💞 - "Yes/No"

Shufflemancy/Channeled Song(s) - Excuses - Shakey Graves, Harness Your Hopes - Pavement, Don't Let's Start - They Might Be Giants, A Pearl - Mitski Keyword(s) - Accidents, whiplash, 'rushing or dragging?', drumming, orange, sacral chakra, red, root chakra, go, stop sign, pillow, pie, cake, 'what a bitter disappointment', sign, hello, goodbye, opposites Base - King of Swords (Reversed), Page of Cups, The Tower, Page of Swords (Reversed), The Hanged Man (Reversed) (Bottom of Deck #1) Clarifying - The Devil (Reversed), The Magician + Two of Cups, Nine of Cups (Reversed), The Emperor (Reversed), Ace of Wands (Bottom of Deck #2)

You might have also wanted to pick Pile Three? Perhaps? Two cards from that pile kept showing themselves to me while I was shuffling, so...! If you cannot forgive someone for something, allow them to go find their happiness elsewhere. That's what I heard. You are detaching from something or someone. A romantic relationship. A negative thinking pattern. You could even be detached from whatever this is already. Single. You might be putting yourself out there, attempting to manifest a balanced, emotional relationship with another person. Do you have someone specific in mind? Do you even want a relationship...? You feel somewhat back and forth like you aren't even sure what you want romantically at the moment...- There is no rush! I want to talk about the tower we have here. Towers are not negative! We see them as negative because we're human, but they are a necessity. Some people will simply not learn without emotional pain. If you need to learn the hard way, then you need to learn the hard way. This tower that exists within your reading is not avoidable- I asked, 'Why..?' They gave me Four of Wands, Ten of Pentacles, and Six of Wands. If you want this healthy, amazing relationship you've dreamed about, you have to learn more lessons...! Specifically, you have to learn how to exhibit gratitude, patience, and balance. You also have to lessen your grip on control, and completely surrender to healing your emotional imbalances. Do not be afraid to look at this situation differently - from a less negative angle. It sucks, I know, but you can get through any healing that you need to!

For Advice Portion - Six of Wands, Ace of Wands, Eight of Cups (Reversed), Knight of Pentacles, The Hierophant (Reversed) (Bottom of Deck #1) Clarifying - The Devil (Reversed), King of Pentacles (Reversed), Eight of Cups (Reversed), Seven of Swords (Reversed), Five of Cups (Reversed) (Bottom of Deck #2) Advice - There is a victory to be had here with some work. In healing and defeating the truly detrimental negative tendencies you might have, you will gain a new beginning in romance where you are completely on top...! Again, there is just work that needs to be done and stuff that needs to be distanced from. Specifically, a relationship or circumstance that is holding you back. This situation is only causing more trauma for you. Move forward and away from whoever, or whatever this is...! If you have done so physically, then you must release any disappointment you might still be holding onto as that might still be connecting you to this energetically. If you are going to try out dating again (or just meeting new people in general), I would suggest using a new method that you haven't tried before. A new website, a new hobby - something that hasn't resulted in a negative experience already. Also, it doesn't matter how 'slowly' you are healing. It only matters that you are trying and moving at a steady, consistent pace...! Doing so will bring you directly to emotional fulfillment. ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

I wanted to say thank you very much for the kindness my first post was shown! I really appreciate it...! Any advice is always appreciated! I hope you enjoyed this post and that some stuff resonated for you! Until next time! :-)

#pick a pile #pick a card #free tarot #tarot pac #tarot reading #pick one #intuitive readings

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aiweirdness · 1 year

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Emoji drawn in svg code, as generated by chatgpt - the difference is subtle, but once you get the hang of it you can begin to distinguish deepfake emoji from the real thing

Here's what chatgpt had to say about its process for generating the "tears of joy" emoji:

"The first two circles create the yellow face of the emoji, while the path elements create the tears. The tears are created using cubic Bezier curves with control points positioned to give the appearance of a teardrop shape. The last two path elements create the white highlights on the eyes."

Of course it can do other drawings too! Here are some magical ponies.

Some giraffes

I had Bard try to generate some SVG art but although its code generally worked, it usually neglected to use colors, resulting in images that were mostly dark blobs. Its giraffes were kind of cool though:

Mostly Bard's drawings were inscrutable. It would add labels when requested but they raised as many questions as they answered.

more, and a link to bonus content

#neural networks #chatbots #chatgpt #llm #svg #drawing #chatgpt reports that it is doing great #ponies

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smallgodseries · 6 months

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[image description: A headless figure stands silhouetted on a white background. They wear a deep blue jacket, violet shirt, black pants and neck tie and stand on one leg with arms spread. Around them a variety of emoji faces spin like a roulette wheel. Their head-du-jour will be determined wherever the spinning stops. Text reads, “63, 絵文字 ~ The Small God of Emoji”]

(Author’s note: None of you will ever understand how hard I had to fight the temptation to write this entry in Wingdings.)

They represent the earliest form of writing, the first method of sharing information between two people.

They straddle the line between literature and art, effortless and succinct.

They are so much older than they seem. The pantheon of Small Gods is littered with gods assumed to be youthful whose histories contain eons, but few are older than Emoji. In Emoji’s arms are a thousand symbols, a million hieroglyphics, a billion painted stones symbolizing all the wonders of the cosmos.

Sometimes they think they need a nap.

They were revered once, recognized as the essential piece of human evolution and intellect they truly were. They were held in highest esteem by scholars, tracked and traced and refined, idea becoming image, image becoming iconography. They were heroes of literary and thought.

Now they are reduced in the public eye to laughing yellow faces in CGI movies, to the incomprehensible language of the young. But they are known and universal, and one thing they know above all question:

They will always, inevitably, rise again.

#small gods #seanan mcguire #lee moyer #smallgodseries #icons and stories

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eminems-skittles · 5 months

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for the emoji blurb thing -🪽

- 🪽 anon

drop an emoji in my inbox and i’ll write a blurb based on whatever song comes on shuffle (include a character if you want)

thank you 🪽anon!!!!

song: love in the time of socialism by yellow house

pairing: max verstappen x reader

warnings: mild angst

fisherman

(or you think you’re holding max back)

“are you sure this is what you want?” your question cut through the air. max looked up from his plate of food, confusion washing over his face.

“the food? it’s perfect schat,” max said sweetly. “plus you already made it so-”

“i don’t mean the food, max. i mean us. this,” you paused before quietly adding “me.” max set his fork down on his plate. he tried to read your face but the only thing he could see was resignation.

“why wouldn’t i want you?” max asked, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. were you about to break up with him? he hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary recently. maybe you had been more withdrawn but he chalked that up to you being tired or sick.

“i just feel like i’m holding you back.”

“but you’re not,” he reaffirmed, his voice almost too harsh. “have i done something to make you feel this way?”

you shook your head, your gaze shifting away from him to look at the picture of the two of you that was hanging on the wall. it was after he won his first world championship. he had run over to hug you and luckily someone had snapped a picture. a smile ghosted across your face as you remembered how happy you were for him. “it’s just a thought i’ve had. it just feels like sometimes i’m not enough or i’m not supportive enough because i can’t be at every race.”

max shakes his head at that. “it doesn’t matter to me if you’re at every race, schat. of course, i’d love for you to be at every race but i know you’re my biggest supporter. i wouldn’t be where i am without you.”

“that’s not true,” you say shaking your head.

max was quiet again, the gears in his head turning. he stood up from his seat, walking around the table to kneel in front of you. his hand found yours as he looked up at you. “maybe i’d be where i am, y/n, but that doesn’t matter. the wins and trophies wouldn’t matter if you weren’t here by my side, you know that right? these things lose all their meaning if you’re not their to witness their grandeur, y/n. that’s all that matters to me.”

you were quiet, staring into his eyes. he could tell you weren’t going to say anything right then so he continued. “as long as you’re by my side, i could be anything in the world and it would be worth it. i’d be a traveling fisherman if it meant you were next to me.”

you laughed at his words, your hand went to cup his face. “do you mean that?”

“i mean it, you are my world,” he says firmly. he stops to think again, leaning against your hand. “can you tell me why you were really thinking about this?”

“just overthinking,” you murmur. “saw something online that got me thinking i wasn’t good enough.”

max shook his head, standing up and pulling you with him. one hand fell to your waist while the other went to cradle your face. “don’t listen to those people, okay? you’re more than enough, schat. don’t ever doubt that okay?”

“okay,” you hummed. he smiled and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“i love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“i love you more,” you said, matching his tone. you kissed him again and his hand that was previously holding your face dropped to your back and held you tightly. “but you wouldn’t be a fisherman.”

“yes, i would and so would you. we could have matching outfits,” he said with a big smile. “bright yellow ones with boots and hats and everything.”

#cassie’s masterlist #masterlist #writing #{ cassie’s writing games}#max verstappen x reader #{ max verstappen }#{ formula one }#formula one x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen blurb #formula one blurb

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sstan-hoe · 2 years

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𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔...𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌?

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pornstar!ari levinson x fem!pornstar!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Ari and you have been friends since before the Production was made, now you sleep with him regularly as a job with no feelings involved

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni., oral (f receiving), protected sex (pill), p in v – wrap it before you tap it, size kink, brat taming if you squint, choking a little, hair pulling, kinda praise kink

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — this is chaotic and it should be because the reader is chaotic and I hope this makes sense. If you’re only here for the smut, it's at the end. Follow @sstanhoe-updates and turn on notifications to always know when I post something!!! Reblog, comment and like!!!!

“You wanna do what?” you looked at your friends wide eyed. “Jellybean, we need the money to get through college and what better way than this!” Ari seemed to be very excited about the idea.

“Then go work at a restaurant or something!” His big hands took yours squeezing them, “jellybean no restaurant would give you such a salary and with the money we make we don’t need a student loan!” You watched Andy and Ari’s faces with furrowed brows.

“You do realise I’d have to sleep with you.” Andy who looked just as convinced of the idea as Ari grinned, “yes, we do, I mean we are friends so no feelings! Besides we wanted to ask Natasha for help.”

The way they acted and sounded it seemed like they had already figured everything out. Add to that they already counted in that you were a part of it.

“You Ari Levinson the man who wouldn’t let me go on a date with Chad because we had a horrible haircut in his eyes will let me fuck Andy – your best friend – on a regular basis and might even have a threesome. Also, there is a chance I’m gonna fuck Lloyd too….”

You watched Ari intensely as realisation downed on him, “oh, haven’t thought about that have you?” you mocked him with a smirk.

“I thought of that!” Andy chided in with pride, your heads turned to him making him continue. “We will use the traffic system, like green go, yellow slow down, red stop. Lloyd will do nothing you’re not comfortable with. Beforehand we will list your kinks to see what you will absolutely not do and so on.”

“As for the fucking together, I get that it will be weird however we are all friends! Meaning no feelings and after a while you will be used to it.” Andy really thought it through, and it made sense.

“Okay fine…what’s the payment mister know it all?” you asked with a raised chin. You were waiting to find a weak spot in this oh so great plan.

“It depends on the views of course but with normal clicks around 300 dollars-,” “in a month? That’s not very much.” Interrupting Andy with furrowed brows, a part in you was a little proud to have found a weakness.

“No, jellybean 300 dollars pro video we do. They should be at least ten minutes,” your eyes widen at his answer, mouth running dry. “300 dollars pro video?” you stammer repeating his words.

Ari nodded taking your hands in his, “will you be a part of this?” You were hesitating which was to be expected.

Making porn was a normal job like everything else but it was also weird. What if you developed feelings for each other? They said they wouldn’t, but sex always brings the feelings out. You needed to make a pro and con list, then you will decide.

“Maybe. I will make a pro/con list and then text in the group.” “If you say yes...Lloyd wants to rename it to corn stars, like the corn emoji and then stars the word.” Ari informed you at the mention of your group chat.

You rolled your eyes with a hint of playfulness you were annoyed but it was kinda funny and such a Lloyd thing to do. “Of course, he did,” you muttered shaking your head a little.

“Well, then good night…we will see you tomorrow,” Ari said nervously scratching the back of his neck. “You do realise we will see her in class today,” Andy cut in frowning at his friend who rolled his eyes in response, “yeah but what if she didn’t wanna come?” “Then she would probably tell you that she won’t come, you can’t just assume it.”

“Well, I just did Barber,” “oh god, are you serious?” a giggle rolled of your lips as you listened to their bickering.

“Enough you two, I need to make my list and you need to I don’t know anything so hush now,” you shooed them out of your flat with a smile. Ari raised his arms in an act of innocence as he stood up, Andy following him.

“I’m sorry we just dumped that on you,” “Andy there really is no way how you don’t dump it on anyone.” Andy mumbled a ‘right’ before following Ari out.

You sat back on the couch a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you let the events of the last fifteen minutes pass through you again. That lead you to grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen.

Taking a deep breath, you wrote down pro and contra. Now you had to think of things that would be against and for being a pornstar…,”okay. If I do it, then I would get a lot of money and it would easier to pay for the college but also, I only have like a year and a half left. However, I’m also in dept already meaning this way I could easily pay everything back!”

Quickly you wrote the things down, “now what else? Oh, well I would sleep with Ari, Andy and Lloyd which is not that bad actually. Like they’re hot but they’re my friends! Especially Ari but I always wanted to know what it was like to sleep with him, but what if feelings get involved? No why would we? We’re friends that won’t happen.”

Looking over your list you realised you had two points on the con and five on the pro. “I guess it’s decided, I mean there could be worse things than this right?” You shrugged not really able to believe that you were going to do that.

Grabbing your phone you opened the group chat, texting ‘okay, fine. I’m in.’. Immediately they boys responded, Lloyd renaming the chat, Ari texting he was relieved you agreed and Andy telling you he will give you the contracts at your class in an hour.

“Andy’s gonna make a great businessman well slash lawyer…,” you muttered.

Around an hour later you walked onto campus when suddenly an arm wrapped around your shoulders and pressed you against their chest.

“Hey there goldilocks,” Lloyd smirked at you, with a huff you softly nudged your elbow into his rips, “stop calling me that!” “Shouldn’t have worn the costume then…” “that was almost four years ago!” you argued with, but he just shrugged with an innocent smile.

“Anywayyyy goldilocks, now serious question. What do you think of my new group chat name?” His turned to face you studying your expression, nodding slightly you pressed your lips together.

“It’s definitely something, like you aren’t wrong but stars? We haven’t even done anything yet!” You chuckled at him while he shook his head in disagreement.

“Goldilocks we are gonna create an empire!” he said loudly making a wild gesture with his arm. “You’re pretty sure of yourself…”

“Why wouldn’t I be? The four of are the hottest people in this university and now imagine us fucking together! Andy the brain but sweet guy, bet he has a praise kink. Ari the gentle giant who looks like a rough guy, size kink just saying. And then there is me, Lloyd Hansen! I’ve got brain too however I’m also good for sex so it’s like a package deal, I have a thing for bdsm and some voyeurism.”

You had to take another breath after gathering all that information Lloyd gave you, wait what was bdsm?

“You don’t know bdsm?” “Shit did I say that out loud?” you cursed, Lloyd nodded with a grin. “Don’t worry I’ll give you a quick rundown-,” “but that will not be right now because we have class and remember the reason why we’re doing this!” A voice from the background said which belonged to Andy Barber.

The both of you turned around facing Ari and Andy, the lawyer to be promptly handing you a stock of papers. At your confused look he gave you a smile, “contract and list of kinks to know what you’re comfortable with.”

You nodded, you had feared that moment to be honest. It wasn’t like you had much experience on sex, yeah you have some, but they were always vanilla and nothing strange or wild.

“When do you need them back?” you ask looking up at him, “like next week Wednesday and when we’re all good we can start the following Monday.”

Swallowing you nodded again, today was Thursday which meant that it was only a week and a half away.

You needed to watch some porn – okay never thought I’d say that you thought.

The boys and you walked into the auditorium, sitting down on the last row.

While you should be listening to what the professor had to say the only thing on your mind was the kink list.

How were you supposed to know what you like and what not? Of course, you could research but Google couldn’t tell you if you liked to be choked. Yeah, some things you already know but with some not.

Ari noticed your thoughts drifting off, everytime you did your eyes fixed on a random point in the room while you rested your head on the back of your hand.

He wondered where your thoughts went this time although he had an idea. Ari understood your reaction because he had the same, Lloyd and Andy came around with the idea. Andy needed the money for his legal studies and Lloyd wanted to fuck in front of a camera.

It wasn’t like Ari didn’t have the same problems with money, but he had to admit the idea was crazy. As Lloyd and Andy gave him all the detail, he was impressed however still unsure. Not only did he show his whole body to the world, but he also fucked his friends which definitely had an impact on their relationship with one another.

After a they had explained everything, they came to the point where they had to ask you, you were the missing piece. While yes, they planned on asking Natasha, they didn’t trust anyone more than you.

Still Ari felt weird thinking about you like this, thinking of you naked, moaning his name. He would be lying if he said he didn’t think of you before, but he knew he shouldn’t and now?

The voice of the professor snapped you and Ari from your thoughts, “well then until tomorrow,” you muttered waving to your three friends giving them a smile.

They returned the smile and said their good nights before leaving too.

Back in your little apartment you read through the list Andy gave you and there were things you didn’t even know existed. “What the hell is a size kink? And brat taming, dumbification, manhandling and innocence? How can you get off on innocence?”

You had to get information, but from who? Lloyd would probably tease you, Andy was like a dad so it would be weird and that left Ari…”fuck it,” you whispered and took out your phone.

Ari picked up after the second ring, he didn’t even get to say hello before you started speaking. “What is a size kink?” Ari spit out his beer at your question, coughing loudly he asked “what?”

“Size kink, what’s a size kink?” Ari was at a loss of words, none coming past his lips. “Ari you still here?” “yeah-, yeah,” he stuttered.

“Well, a size kink is a sexual fetish that involves being attracted to noticeable differences in size between two partners. Genital size, hand size, height, weight, musculature etc. It can go any which way: the smaller person can have a distinct sexual preference for the larger person, vice versa, or both.”

You put the phone on speaker and laid it down on the table to take notes, “that sounds…wait do you have one? I think Lloyd mentioned something…,” you trailed off.

Ari on the other line had pearls of sweat running down his forehead, something about you asking and not knowing about kinks made him feel something.

“Okay, well moving on. Dumbification what’s that?” you went over to the next one, biting into your pencil.

The size kink did sound interesting, but you needed to experience it to know if you liked it or not. All the kinks you named and one or two others you were ready to try.

“Dumbification is the dumbing down of one’s intelligence. As a kink it would be making your partner seem “dumber” than they actually are.” Ari explained the next kink to you. That one you could have known yourself, you realized after hearing his definition.

“Isn’t that weird? Like come on, would you like it?” You questioned him and he got silent on the other end, “Oh! Don’t tell me you are! Ari you like to be called dumb?”

“No, Jellybean, I like to talk my partner down not myself...,” “like degrading but softer?” “you telling me you don’t know dumbification but degrading?”

“I- Well yeah but only because I uh, like it’s not my kink but I heard about it in- no at- no.” You stammered trying to find the right words. Ari on the other hand couldn’t hold back his laughter for once.

“Okay got it, next one idiot. I’ll give you a few right ahead. Brat taming, innocence, and manhandling.”

Ari sigh heavily as he heard about your next kinks you needed a definition of. “Remind me again why you couldn’t just google?” “What if an FBI is searching through my history? Besides I trust you.”

The confession that you trusted him caused a spark to erupt in his stomach, but you were his friend, so this was normal right?

“Fine, brat taming is within the BDSM culture, a brat tamer is a dominant who disciplines a naughty or disobedient submissive partner (also called a brat). This is a way for the dominant to regain power over the submissive if the submissive is not participating accordingly.”

Suddenly it was like a light went on above your head, Ari called you a brat a hundred of times when you were ‘misbehaving’. However, that didn’t mean he had a brat taming kink, though it did kinda turn you on thinking about it…no, no! You shouldn’t think about Ari that way.

“Innocence it’s like when your partner doesn’t know anything about sex or how to release themselves, their partner and so the other partner gets off on showing them. However, it could also apply on some certain things like kinks.”

“Lastly, manhandling is often bound with a size kink but basically it’s to physically dominate someone roughly and forcefully.” His explanation sounded appealing to you. You always had a little fantasy about having rough sex, but all the guys were being vanilla.

“Ari…how do I know what I like? I haven’t had sex like this before and while this all sounds interesting how do I know I actually like it?” You asked nervously.

He wished he could be by your side right now. Physically and not over the phone.

When he first started experience his sexuality he was alone wondering and questioning everything that came his way. Sometimes it was like no one wanted to tell him something and he decided to research on porn sites – which probably wasn’t the best idea, but it helped him get some skills.

But you didn’t have to go through that process, you had him after all and he could already be help to you which made him happy. Still, he wanted to help you more however the offer he could make you would sound absurd.

Ari takes a deep breath and a sip from his beer to build up a bit more confidence.

“If you want, I can help you find out. I mean we will probably sleep together anyway so why not try it out before? I would come over, show you what you want, and we can make some rules so you’re completely comfortable.”

You listened careful to Ari’s words it wasn’t a stupid idea however you weren’t sure if you should accept his offer. You trusted Ari fully meaning this wouldn’t be a problem, but he was also your friend…what if that destroyed your friendship? Though that wouldn’t matter because sooner or later you’d sleep with him anyway because of the production.

You wondered how much he was willing to try with you, “what would we do?”

Ari was taken back a little that you didn’t deny the idea immediately, “everything you want, sure if I wouldn’t like it then I probably won’t do it.”

Everything you wanted? There were a few thing besides the kinks you would try that no other had ever done with you, and you respected that Ari set a path to his boundaries.

“I could make you a list and send it over, that way you know what you know what you wanna do and what not.” You offered Ari as you grabbed you pen again to write down a few things for if Ari agreed to your proposition.

There really were a few things you never did or more like never had done to you. Sometimes college boys just weren’t as great as they were made to be and to be honest you were kinda embarrassed not having that much experience at 23 years.

When you had sex with boys, they thrusted their cocks inside you until they come and then as for foreplay it was mostly you sucking their cocks, they only rubbed your pussy as if they tried to warm their hands also, they never hit your g-spot or found the clit.

“I will send you a picture of the list right away,” you told him and snapped a pic of your list which included; size kink, dumbification, brat taming, manhandling, oral for the female partner and some more.

Ari on the other line was processing everything that happened in the last forty-five minutes. First, he explained to you kinks where some of them applied to him, too. Then, while explaining and hearing how you reacted, he got a little bit horny which he shouldn’t, you were one of his best friends after all. Lastly, he drunk enough to offer you something stupid but maybe also helpful and you accept that idea.

A second later, he got a notification that you sent him a picture. Reading through your list, he couldn’t believe no one had ever given you oral. Well, that was about to change.

“I’m okay with everything...if you want, we can start tomorrow evening or next week, give you time to prepare?” Ari muttered he didn’t want to put too much pressure on you. Although you told him you were okay with the idea, he knew you good enough to know that you would later lay in bed rethinking the whole conversation.

“We could start tomorrow,” you wanted to start as a early as possible – you might overthink that later tonight but it felt right at the moment.

“Then I will come over 8 tomorrow,” Ari trailed off to give a chance to change your mind. “8 it is, see you tomorrow!” With that you quickly hung up and released your breath which you unknowingly held.

Suddenly everything that happened crashed down on you. Falling back against the cushions of the couch you realised what Ari offered you which may could have been a bad idea. He was your friend after all, friends shouldn’t do things like that together.

Then yet again they also probably shouldn’t do porn together but here you are.

What if Ari didn’t like seeing you naked? What if he thought you were bad at sex or didn’t find you attractive? He had to find you attractive to do something like this though because if you didn’t find someone attractive you would never do it.

Wait did you find him attractive? Okay, stupid question Ari is hot and if he wasn’t your friend for so long you would have fucked him already.

However, it also takes a lot of courage to ask someone like Ari out. Women would probably kill for being in the same position as you.

You thought further down the future and realised another thing, you would also sleep with Andy and probably Lloyd. Huh, but a threesome with Andy and Ari as well as something with Lloyd? There could be worse.

You furrowed your brows. How much did you have to drink? Never would you have imagined that you would sit here on your couch thinking about sleeping with your friends. Before this incident you’ve never thought about your friends like this.

Thinking it was the best time to go to sleep you walked to your bedroom. You changed into an old shirt and took a sleeping pill. They were always a good choice when your mind wouldn’t keep quiet.

The next day you wouldn’t see Ari until your schedule meeting.

Friday was always a Lloyd and you day, while you two didn’t study the same your classes were the same. Lloyd always talked like a waterfall and yes that could be annoying, but you enjoyed it in a way.

The man talked in between classes, occasionally in the classes, over lunch and on the way to your apartment.

All of the other people at Harvard either hated Lloyd or were scared of him and that was boosting his ego immensely also a reason why he only had a few friends though Andy, Ari, and you were his closest.

Throughout the day Lloyd was talking your ear off on the new election for the President of the United States coming up. It was the most important topic in his politic class right now, well it should be as he was studying politics. His favourite part was complaining about Mitt Romney.

As the day came to an end your meeting with Ari came closer and closer. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You sat on your couch staring at the clock hanging on your wall while you fiddled with your fingers.

A knock on your door caused you to jump a little before racing to the door. Opening the door with a smile, “Hi,” you whispered as you met his ocean blue eyes, “Hey,” he copied.

You didn’t know why this was so awkward, you met plenty of times. Okay in the past you meet ups weren’t to have sex.

“Shall we talk about what you want to do today?” Ari came right down to business, nothing unusual. “Yeah, sure, of course. Where do you wanna do it?” The brunette took up on your nervousness and stepped inside putting an arm on your waist, “jellybean if you don’t want this then you can tell me….”

“Yes, Ari I do. I don’t want to be the only one not knowing anything and how can I give Andy that list when I don’t even know what I like,” you looked down not being able to meet his eyes.

Shaking his head, he moved his hand from your waist to your chin gently lifting your head.

“Jellybean, you don’t know nothing. You know things and it’s not a bad thing to have little experience, you’re only 23. No one said you had to, it’s normal.” Ari gave you comfort in ways no one else did, you felt save with him.

Wrapping your arms around his torso, “the only thing I ever did was suck dick, although someone did finger me…kind of, he rubbed it and well I think the longest time a guy lasted was three minutes,” you pressed your cheek against his chest.

Ari appreciated that you opened up to him, it was an important part in the future that awaited the both of you.

“Just know that whatever we’re about to do will be completely consensual and you can tell me everything, set your boundaries and I will do the same.” You nodded at Ari’s word, “then let’s do this,” you squeezed him before leading him to your bedroom.

With a cracked smile Ari followed you, he was just as nervous as you but tried to not let you catch on it.

“What do you want to start with?” “Uh, I don’t know maybe foreplay?” A sinister glint crossed Ari’s eyes, something you’ve never seen before but it made a tingle erupt in your stomache.

Ari pushed you down on the bed, his hands roaming down your body. “You wearing that pretty little dress for me? Wanted to be ready for me, like a good little girl.” He pushed the dress over your hips revealing your red lace panties, Ari’s mouth began to water at the sight of you.

His hand gently trailed up your thighs causing a shiver to run down your body. Pressing light kisses against your flesh which until he was eye to eye with your pussy.

One of his hands stroked over your clothed cunt, a shaky breath escaped your lips. Ari pulled your panties down and let out a groan when he saw your glistening cunt. “Look atcha already wet for me…,” his fingers dipped inside your hole, slowly he made his way deep into your spongy walls.

You squeezed your eyes together in a desperate call for more. Ari’s rough, thick finger felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. Rolling your hips slightly up you catched his attention and he gave you a smirk.

“What is it jellybean, do you need more? Aw but I gotta stretch you, look at how tight you already are for me with just one finger…imagine how hard it’s going to be getting my fat cock inside you.”

Ari was the devil in disguise, never had you imagined such filthy words from his mouth but what you didn’t know at this point was that he would get a lot filthier.

He slowly pulled his finger out and added another provoking you to press your walls together around them. A strained moan flew from your lips as Ari curled his fingers inside you.

“Let’s see what other sounds you can make jellybean,” he said before leaning his head down, his tongue darting out to your clit. “Fuck!” You cursed as he hit your bundle of nerves and curled his fingers at the same time. Never had you felt such a bliss before.

“Shh, good girls don’t swear do they?” You tried nodding your head at Ari’s question because you knew you wouldn’t be able to form a logical sentence.

A light slap against you thigh made you look down to Ari, “what, does a little fingering and my tongue make you already stupid? When I ask you a question you answerd it, jellybean this is all for you. Everything I do is for you, and I need your voice, I need you to speak can you do that for me?”

Taking a deep yet again shaky breath you opened your mouth, “ye…yes I c…can.” Ari gave you a proud smile, “good girl, but no you’re not a good girl….” That’s what he wanted, you missed his first question.

“No…th...ey don…don’t.” Ari’s other hand cupped your face, so big your head almost looked small.

With a satisfied grin Ari leaned back down, his fingers went back to curling inside you hitting a soft, sensitive spot over and over again while his tongue devoured your clit.

A tight bundle formed in your stomach that you knew all too well. Ari had realised how close you were as you squeezed your eyes shut and started to breath more unsteady with high-pitched moans coming from you everytime he hit a certain spot.

Lifting his head once again but keeping his fingers moving, he towered over you. Ari couldn’t wait to see how you looked coming on his fingers and tongue.

“Go on, come for me. Be my good girl again and come for me, let everyone know who makes you feel this good,” he said in a husky whisper against the shell of your ear.

The bundle snapped and you released a pornographic moan as your orgasm hit you.

“Ari, Ari, my god, Ari...that,” you panted as you cake down from your high. “I take it you like foreplay and praise?” He asked with a cocky grin. Reaching up you chained your arms around his neck, “I want more! Ari this was the best orgasm I ever had I want to try something else!” You felt pure excitement.

The man towering over you was taken back by your enthusiasm. He didn’t want to hurt you but he also couldn’t say no to you.

“What do you want to try Jellybean?” “Size, you’re so big, please do the size kink with me. Please, will you do it with me?” You whined almost pathetically. If Ari’s cock wasn’t already hard the moment, he started pleasuring you he definitely was now.

“Fine but don’t be mad at me that you’re sore tomorrow.” He stated and retreated to his full size standing up to unbuckle his belt.

“You’re gonna uh go right in there?” you mumbled causing Ari to chuckle at your big eyes. “Jellybean my cock is too big for me to just go in that tight little cunt.” Pulling down his trousers and boxers his cock sprang free, the tip hitting his lower stomach.

My god is he big and thick you thought. He was the biggest you ever had.

His shirt followed suit revealing his perfectly toned chest, sculptured like a god and god if you didn’t wanna run your hand over his chest....

Kneeling down Ari was again eye to eye with your juicy cunt. His two fingers entered you, sliding right in, “fuck jellybean, my fat cock could just slide right in there couldn’t it? So, fucking wet and that all for me.”

“All for you Ari,” you said in a strained voice as Ari finger editing you in a slow pace. It was tortures, it gave you pleasure but not enough to satisfy you.

A whine from you caused Ari to look up at you with a teasing smile, “jellybean I know you want more but we gotta prepare you or are you too dumb to understand it? Do I have to repeat myself again?”

Right, you remembered he said something like this, but it was all a little foggy. However, you never really believed things like this because why shouldn’t it fit? If a woman could press a baby out of her womb, then she could surely fit a cock. How wrong you were.

“No, Ari you don’t,” you quickly said as he almost stopped his movements. Then he lifted his upper body above you.

His hand retreated from your leaking cunt in response you bucked your hips up in hopes to get some kind of fraction. Ari made a ‘tsk’ sound and held your pelvis down easily. The hand which had fingered you prior now fisted his cock.

“Think you can fit my thick cock inside your little pussy? Think you can take my big cock like the good little girl you are?” Nodding desperatly you wanted nothing more than him.

Ari pumped himself before lining himself up with your entrance, barley having the mushroom formed head inside you let out a moan followed by a breathless ‘oh god’. Ari continued slowly pushing in until he couldn’t.

“Oh, my Ari…see that wasn’t so hard. I can adjust perfectly to you…,” you told him with a dreamy smile feeling full.

Leaning down to your ear he whispered, “little jellybean, I’m only halfway in and you’re squeezing me so tight that I can’t move.” Your eyes widened at the information, head shooting up you bumped against Ari’s causing you both to groan at the sting. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” “it’s fine jellybean.”

“Are you sure you’re, okay?” you asked again though it might have hurt you more than him. Ari cracked a laugh and cupped your head in his giant hand.

“Yeah, don’t worry I’m,” he looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes, he always did. Praising you when you passed a test with almost no mistakes, saying how good your cooking was or how proud he was you at least tried to cook.

It didn’t matter what you did, Ari always found a way to compliment and praise you.

“I hope it won’t bruise...,” “jellybean it was only a bump don’t worry you pretty little head. How about we get back to this,” as the word left his mouth, he rolled his hips against yours. A loud wanton moan broke from you lips as he pushed more of his cock inside you.

“God, you’re so tight jellybean. Still sure you can fit me?” you weren’t able to answer him as you were still adjusting to his size. “My fingers barley fit how do you expect my cock to fit?” Why was he like this now of all times.

He wasn’t moving at all but you needed him to. “Ari, I swear to god if you don’t fucking move, I’m going to do it myself!”

That was it. That’s what Ari was waiting for. You were everything but patient and if it didn’t go immediately like you wanted then you would turn into a brat. Well now you could also dip into a bit of brat taming.

Closing his hand around your throat he pushed himself inside you completely. Your eyes widened and a loud scream ripped through the room.

“You want to take me? Well then take it. You wanna act up like this then so be it but don’t say I didn’t warn you...or is your little brain ready to fucked out from my big cock filling this little pussy up so well?”

You were at a loss of words, your brain filled with nothing but the feeling of being stuffed by his cock. Ari was right the only thing in your brain left was his cock. The tip of his head hit the soft spot that pulled a sound from you, you thought you weren’t capable of, a high pitched, needy moan.

Ari picked up his pace, he went crazy over the way your walls squeezed him. You fitted him like a glove.

“Squeeze me, come on! Let me feel the way you squeeze my cock.” Your hands reached up into his hair for support gripping the roots tightly. Doing as told Air rutted into you like an Alpha in heat.

The tight knot in your stomach began forming again, Ari felt you pressing him tighter and realised how close you were. “Come.” That one word worked like magic.

You came, pulling on his hair again ripping a load groan from him in the process. Only seconds later Ari emptied his seed inside you, painting your walls white. You didn’t want him to pull out, it felt so good the feeling of fullness.

Ari sank down your chest, that was when he realised you were still wearing the dress. “Didn’t even get the chance to rip it off.” He muttered.

With a chuckle you stroked through his hair, “you better not its one of my favourites!” With a smile Ari closed his eyes, enjoying the moment as a comfortable silence fell over the both of you.

“So, this was a size kink?” You question after a while combing through his hair. “It was a light dip into it, not the full thing. We also did a tiny teeny bit of brat taming.” This was only a litter size kink? You were already exhausted after this, but you did have foreplay but then you also need foreplay but what of you mixed it with other kinks.

“I liked it,” was the only thing you said as you closed your eyes, “let’s do it again.” This being the last thing you said before sleep overcome you.

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