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roronoaswifey · 1 year

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𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

summary. (how to get) the monster trio cumming in their pants untouched.

pairing. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji x afab!reader (separate)

wc. 1.2k

kazu’s note. take these crumbs as i suffer from writer’s block 🚶🏾‍♀️

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘— consented somnophilia, mentioned overstimulation.

nights like these, luffy found hardest to seek for sleep. there wasn’t anything specific that had triggered this sudden want, but one minute he’s trying to fall asleep with a boner, the next he’s got you on your back, one leg draped over his shoulder. your legs are spread so prettily, so welcoming and luffy can’t help but grind against your clothed cunt, the silk material of your pyjama shorts easing the movements. his pace is steady and careful at first, the bottom of his top tucked in between his teeth, his stomach contracting as his abs clench, bulge rubbing against your warmth, seeking for relief. you’re too good for him, staying still and quiet, letting him take care of both of you so nicely, without stirring awake.

though, luffy is known to be impatient; so to no surprise does he suddenly pick up the pace when you shift just slightly on your side, unintentionally opening yourself further and mumble an unintelligible moan. luffy whines as he ruts desperately, like an animal in heat, as he leaves open mouthed kissed down the skin of your leg, hand slipping past the waistband of your shorts and thumbing at your clit lazily. he’s got all this pent up energy he’s ready to release, and dear god, your quiet whines trigger something animalistic within. luffy leans forward, wanting to hear more of you, wanting to smell more of you, as he nuzzles his nose deep in the crook of your neck, humps growing more frantic and desperate. he feels his stomach tightening and suddenly he wants you awake to experience this with him.

being the perfect soul you were, you were drawn out of your slumber and woke up to a whiny luffy, babbling about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him, how he just can’t get enough of you. still exhausted but wanting to see your captain crumble at your touch, your slipped a hand at his raven locks and tugged tight while the other sat at his waist and encouraged him to rut deeper. he sunk his teeth deep into your flesh, soothing the wound with a swipe of his tongue and a mumbled apology. your soft whines and strokes at his back coax him into his anticipated orgasm, grinding and emptying himself while rubbing against your heat. he’s finished cumming but he can’t help but keep at it, wanting to share this blissful sensation with you, and so he forces his movements, mind set on having you cumming for him too. the overstimulation may be a lot, tears forming at his lash line and choppy whines echoing into the quiet night, but for the sake of you, he’s willing to put himself through the pleasurable pain, all but expecting the next upcoming orgasm.

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎— nipple play, slight masochism/sadism, mentioned degradation.

slick lips sloshed one over the other, the tilt of heads only deepening the contact as your tongue brushed and sucked at his. thighs straddling at each sides of his waist, zoro felt his mind go dizzy with arousal at the feel of your hips rocking into him. surely it was unintentional, simply following through with the flow, but with the slight bite of your teeth at the tip of his tongue and the way your scent clouded his senses, he couldn’t help but groan loudly into you. calloused hands searched for skin-to-skin contact with you, despite not knowing how to express however he’s feeling, and so he follows your rhythm, big hands easing into your grinding.

somehow along the lingering touches and grinding, had you taken account of the cold jewelry that sat beneath his top and into perked buds. now sucking onto his bottom lip and simultaneously flicking at the hardened nipple, nail grazing the flesh, had he noticed the painful strain at his dick in his pants. vice claw grip on your waist, zoro whined almost pitifully into your mouth, chasing your mouth further as drool pooled from both your mouths with teeth clashing, and the damn momentum of your clothed cunt rubbing over his weeping dick, on top of your mean tugs at his jewelled nipples. you mumbled something along the lines of how would the crew react to seeing their scary swordsman “all slutty just for me”, and dammit, zoro usually had great self control so he couldn’t understand why he could he felt his balls tightening at your degradation.

tongue shoved deep in your mouth, zoro hoped it’d be able to muffle his uncharacteristic moans, arms wrapping tight around your waist. when your kisses trailed from his jaw, to his neck, to the three golden earrings that chimed silently with movement, zoro felt himself finishing embarrassingly quick. your pinches at his pretty jewellery, sitting through sensitive brown buds, the dry stimulation of your hips rutting at his throbbing cock, the lick of your tongue at the shell of his ear, breath warm with a quiet moan resonating in his ear. it took no less than a “that’s it baby.” to get him to finish his load before it could even begin, hands lifting your hips up and slamming you down on his leaking bulge, emptying himself in his pants where he imagines you’d be, naked and warm and tight, milking him dry for what he’s worth.

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈— face sitting, dacryphilia.

sitting down on the flat of sanji’s tongue, you grabbed ahold of the wooden bed frame before you for stability. rocking your hips back and forth, sanji watched through blue eyes as you tucked your bottom lip beneath your top row teeth, snaked a hand beneath the white button down top he wore a few hours ago, hand groping at your chest, body jerking at teasing flicks of your hardened buds. the sweet and divine taste of you sat on his tastebuds with such delicacy, leaving him with such a want— a crave for more. the overwhelming scent of your musk had his brain in mush and slacks impossibly tighter. you were blessing him the opportunity of you using him for your pleasure— and holy fuck, sanji could feel loads of pre dribbling down his slit.

you whined and cried and called out his name, fingers abandoning the bed frame and settling for the mess of golden locks below you, nails gripping tight. “sanji, please!” the tip of his nose had bumped into your clit, your cunt now truly engulfing all of him, and even with the lack of oxygen, he couldn’t find it in him to care. with encouraging hands, he guided you up and down, back and forth on his tongue, asking and pleading you to use all of him to your advantage through his own muffled whines. sanji’s thighs clenched, involuntarily searching for some release as the strain was gradually worsening. but no, this was purely about your pleasure and yours alone.

how could he not focus on your benefit alone when he has you riding his face while begging for more, sweet juices flowing down your cunt and down to his stubble, the softness of your plush thighs squeezing his head subconsciously. your breast bounced so hypnotically to the pace you set, head thrown back as you babbled praises and gratitude to the blonde. the hypocrite he was, hard on still begging for attention, but no, not when he felt splatters of tears trailing down your cheeks and onto his forehead. sanji’s often against the idea of a lowly man bringing a lady to tears, but something in the way your plump lips fell into a pout, teary eyes watching him with such want, that he couldn’t help the whiny moan that ripped through him, orgasm coaxing all throughout, staining his briefs white with shame.

ehhh 🙎🏾‍♀️

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stylesharrys · 2 months

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For blurb night can you do a smuttt piece when Harry’s maybe a dom and reader loves dirty talk?

oooopp 🤭🫠

He’s got her right where he wants her. Weak and desperate, agreeing to everything she says like the dumb little cock slut she is.

Her nipples are pearled beneath her silk pyjama top, Harry’s hand stuffed into her shorts. He’s lazily ghosting his fingers across her clit, feather like touch and her skin is blazing with goosebumps.

She’s flat on her back as Harry lays on his side next to her. He leans himself up by his elbow as his fingers gently stroke at her face.

“So desperate, aren’t you puppy?”

It’s sadistic, they both know it. Yes, daddy. No, daddy. Giving him everything he wants to hear. God, she’s such a good girl. The best girl.

“You’ll do anything for me to touch you, ain’t that right?”

Y/N nods, breathless as she hums. Harry doesn’t like that and he smacks her swollen clit, huffing.

“Good girls use their words. Or are you a bad girl now?”

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head fast. “No, daddy. I’m a good girl, I promise.”

The desperation in her voice makes Harry’s cock throb. He dips his finger between her folds, wetness seeping from her begging little hole.

“My poor puppy, all soaked and needy,” he tuts. “I bet all you want is daddy’s cock making you feel nice and full right now?”

Y/N’s delirious. Begging and pleading as tears begin to cloud her vision. Her body burns under his gentle touch especially because she knows he’s anything but.

“Too bad, petal. Daddy’s not feeling very kind tonight. I think I need to fuck your little throat so you can show me just how much of a good girl you are.”

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samkerrworshipper · 4 months

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between thighs

short little thigh riding quickie smut blurb lol

warnings: thigh riding, soft smut, porn without plot lol

Quickies are kind of a rite of passage when you become a professional athlete.

You claw for every single moment in which you can find time to spend with your partner, especially when your schedules are so jam packed.

That’s how you and Alexia got yourself into this position, the two of you jammed against the wall of Alexia’s bedroom with five minutes before she has to leave for an event.

You’re still in the first few months of your relationship, still navigating how to balance work and life, having Alexia looking all dolled up to go out on her night off for the week did things to you, things that had ended up with you pushed up against the plaster with Alexia’s lips mouthing at your neck.

“Ale-Ale, not fair, you have to leave soon.”

You’re mad that you don’t get to accompany her, that you don’t get to galavant around with Alexia. Actually you’re more mad that you won’t get to fully appreciate Alexia in her current outfit. She’s in a skintight pink dress, a piece that you aren't even aware was in her closet until she walked out of the wardrobe with it clad to her body. Whilst you aren’t a big fan of events, you’d push past your social anxiety for the opportunity to ogle at Alexia for the night.

No words would describe just how wet your panties had suddenly become when Alexia waltzed out of her wardrobe, dressed to the nines and looking mouth-watering, your cunt all of a sudden soaked with the sight.

“Lex, what the hell?”

Alexia’s head cocked, a little smile in the corner of her mouth whilst she toyed with the hem of her dress. Your eyes are dragging up and down the pink mesh kind of material that sinches Alexia everywhere.

“This little thing? It’s from my clubbing days.”

You roll your eyes at the way that Alexia implies that she is beyond her partying days, your summer in Ibiza would argue that claim heavily.

“Little is definitely a way to describe it, not leaving a lot to the imagination Lex.”

Alexia blushes, her awkward self shining through as she tries to pull the hem down, all for it to stay put where it was.

You stood up from your seat on the edge of your bed, walking your way towards your spaniard.

“No need to be shy, I’m just jealous that I don’t get the opportunity to appreciate this number fully.”

You bite down on your lip, closing in on Alexia with your voice dropping a few octaves as you speak.

Alexia’s brow lifts in questioning, her hair tilting with her head as she looks you up and down. Whilst Alexia is completely done up, you are quite the opposite, your hair is scruffily mounted on top of your head in a bun, instead of a tight dress you are in a tank top and a plain pair of silk pyjama shorts.

“Jealous? You know I’m only going because it’s opening night and I promised Alba I’d be there. A night that you had an invite to.”

You roll your eyes, groaning at Alexia’s explanation.

“I might have reconsidered had you given me a sneak peek to your little outfit earlier on, are you sure you can’t be a little bit late? I’ll make it worth your while.”

Alexia stares down at you, as you try your hardest to convince her with your pout. She brings her hand up to your cheek, her fingers are long enough to stretch from one end of your jaw to the other, she traces the soft lines of your bones and face, her eyes following her fingers.

“I won’t be late, there are a couple of minutes until Mapi is supposed to be here.”

You nod your head dutifully, standing up on your tiptoes so you are able to pull Alexia into a kiss.

For a few seconds it’s soft, the two of you falling into your normal rhythm, Alexia is pushing you up against the wall of the bedroom, her hands pinning your hips to the wall and slotting her knee in between your legs whilst her tongue explored your mouth and lips.

“Ale-Ale, not fair, you have to leave soon.”

You tried your hardest to grind down on Alexia, but her two hands were big enough to keep you pinned to the wall, unmoving completely.

“You’ve got three minutes, that’s all you’re getting, you can’t touch me and you can’t mess with my outfit, you touch or mess with anything and we stop, understood?”

You nod your head, your mind now completely set on how to achieve your own release.

“Go ahead then babygirl.”

Your hands are nudging at Alexia’s almost immediately, pulling them from your hips so you can slip your shorts off of your ass, leaving you naked in front of Alexia.

There isn’t time for you to be insecure, you instead push yourself off the wall, nudging your way away from Alexia’s knee up to the muscular part of her thigh.

You leave a trail of wetness as you move up and down, your desire spreading up and down Alexia’s olive skin.

Alexia’s lips move to your neck, allowing your mouth to gape open, big deep guttural moans exiting your mouth as you grind up and down Alexia’s skin.

You’ve done it before, but every single time you are once again met with Alexia’s thigh you have to rediscover and locate the different ridges and muscles that felt best against your sensitive clit.

It’s not as good as how fingers or a toy would feel, but it’s something, and something is definitely better than nothing.

“Lex, please, more.”

Alexia’s lips continue at your neck, it’s helping with getting you close but you aren’t sure that you are going to be able to get off solely just from Alexia’s thigh.

“My thigh or nothing, two minutes bebita.”

You nod your head, it’s not the answer you wanted but the upside is that once Alexia is done murmuring against your neck her lips return to your pulsepoint, sucking down hard and undoubtedly leaving a deep red mark.

You force yourself down as hard as you can, allowing gravity to take the reins as you remove the pressure from your feet, relying on Alexia’s muscly quad and your core balance to hold you up.

It’s not the best thing you’ve felt, but with the mixed sensation of Alexia’s mouth, leg muscles and hands on your hips, her fingernails gripping into the bones resting below your skin.

You know that you are on a clock, so you hone in on the sensations, focusing on all of the different things you are feeling.

Raking your eyes up and down Alexia’s outfit of choice seems to be enough, it’s like a rush of endorphins hit your bloodstream as you look at Alexia’s body and all of the features that are being displayed to you.

Your thoughts of lust are shattered by the sound of knocking at the door, Alexia’s lips lit from your chest.

“Are you close, bebita?”

You nod your head furiously at Alexia, pressing yourself down as you nudge your clit hard against one of the particularly accentuated muscles in Alexia’s thigh.

“Quick, Maria’s here and I don’t want to keep her wanting, or walking in and seeing something that belongs to me.”

The possessiveness definitely sends you directly towards the edge, the urgency of your situationship coming to light.

“Ale, fuck, going to cum, Lex I’m coming.”

Alexia’s mouth presses itself to your own, silencing your moans whilst your body spasms against her own body, your pussy pulsing against her warm and wet skin.

As soon as your cunt has stopped spasming and your limbs are reconnected to your brain Alexia lifts you off of her, dumping you unceremoniously onto the mattress of her bed whilst she rushes into the bathroom to clean herself up.

“Drink some water bebita, you don’t have to wait up for me, I'll be back late.”

The pool between your legs is enough of a motivation to stay awake for Alexia, even if it means suffering for a couple of hours.

“I’ll be up, have fun, you look amazing Lex.”

The banging at the door has only grown louder, Alexia is tugging on her shoes aggressively whilst trying to make it out of the door. You enjoy the sight from your spot sitting on her bed, your body covered in the sheets.

“I will, text me if you need anything and no touching without my permission, wait up or sleep, I love you.”

You nod at her, snorting as Alexia clips the corner of her doorway whilst trying to make it out of the room. A string of curses leave her mouth, her body lurching forwards and out of your sight, undoubtedly towards the door to stop Maria’s insistent banging.

You think about the feeling of her cold, big, stong hands on your hips, the heat still spreading from the marks she’d sucked into your neck and the pleasure spread across the apex of your legs from Alexia’s thigh that had fit so perfectly between your own thighs.

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yes-divine-ruler · 11 months

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Sweet Dreams - Kai Anderson

x fem!reader

cw: somnophilia, non-con, pervert!kai is your leader

Kai’s gaze settled on your sleeping body as soon as he cracked the bedroom door open. Sprawled out in the tiniest pair of pink pyjamas, you snoozed peacefully in your bed. Kai took a step into the room, his heartbeat racing in his ears. He was nervous, but his compulsions had more control. His cock stood to attention beneath his sweatpants as he counted every soft breath you took. Kai turns to shut and lock the door behind him.

He couldn’t have anyone witness what he was about to do.

Stepping in closer, he positions himself on the edge of the bed. You don’t stir. You don’t even take any notice as the bed dips from his weight. Kai bites his lip as he reaches forwards hesitantly. His hand settles gently on your exposed hip. His fingertips tingle as they lift up your silk pyjama top. The fabric is almost as soft as your skin.

Kai exhales a quiet breath, trying to contain his excitement. He lifts your top, exposing your perky breasts to his hungry eyes. He shuffles over, just enough to be able to cup one of the warm mounds in his big hand. Still asleep, your body reacts to his touch. Kai pinches one of your now taut nipples gently between his fingers. His cock begs to be let free. It was paining him to be so soft with you. He just wanted to ram his cock deep inside you, to feel the pulse of your plush walls as they squeeze him in uncertainty.

Kai lays on his side, spooning you from behind. Your body is warm and welcoming and fits close to his like you were two pieces of the same puzzle. He moves your hair over your shoulder, and leaves a single kiss on the exposed skin of your neck. Your body erupts in a frenzy of tiny goosebumps. Kai’s touch travels lower. He cups the flesh of your ass in his hand, squeezing gently in an attempt to satiate his perverted mind. It’s still not enough, just caressing you would never feel as good as defiling you.

Kai pauses for a moment. He convinces himself that this is what you both want. And then he continues.

His fingertips glide between your legs, pressing down on your clit from over your tiny silk shorts. In your sleep, you mumble for the first time. Kai stops to make sure he doesn’t wake you. You fall silent again, so Kai takes the opportunity to tug your shorts down. Just enough to see what he needed to.

Taking another deep breath, his fingertips return to your centre. Wet. You’re dripping. Your white panties are saturated with your own arousal. He wonders what you’re dreaming about, and he hopes that it’s him. Kai toys with you for a couple of minutes, pressing the pad of his thumb between your folds and feeling the delicious pulse of your pussy. Oh fuck. More.

Kai pulls your panties to the side. As soon as the cool air hits your soaked folds, you breathe a sigh of relief. He hums softly to himself. You make the prettiest noises when you sleep.

Kai’s fingertips runs up and down your slit, collecting your arousal to smother across your beating clit. His hard and leaking cock presses against your back in an attempt to find some relief. You moan softly. The sound makes Kai’s heart flutter. So pretty.

Kai dips his finger towards your entrance, pushing it in knuckle-deep. Your pussy invites him in seamlessly, squeezing down on his digit as it invades your walls. He pumps it in slowly, the smallest squelch reaching his ears with every reluctant thrust. More. You’re so warm, so wet, so tight and most of all, so unsuspecting.

Kai retracts his finger, and uses his hand to tug down his sweats. With no boxers underneath, it gives him less to work with. Shuffling impossibly closer, he kisses your shoulder blade, almost as if to say “sorry”. His tip, flushed pink and seeping pre cum, runs along the length of your slit. He holds in the moans that bubble at the back of his throat. More. He has to have you. Entirely.

Testing the boundaries, he sinks the tip inside your tight, little hole. He exhales a shuddering breath as he manages to get an inch in. He thrusts softly inside you, stretching you out in preparation for more of him. God, the lewd sounds your little pussy was making. It was driving him crazy.

You begin to stir. Your back arches, pushing Kai’s cock further inside you. Even in your sleep you were a needy little whore. Kai’s eyes shut and his jaw goes slack. You deserve this. He was done being gentle.

Kai pushed his hips forward until they were flush with your ass. Your pussy takes him whole and gives him the pleasure of squeezing him tight. Kai plans his next move. In less than a couple seconds, he’s rolled you over onto your stomach and pushed your face into the pillow.

You’re awake now, but can’t see anything. Kai uses all his weight to keep you still as you reach behind you to see who was there. You don’t have much of a chance to wake up, or to think, before Kai is pounding into you. You let out a scream into your pillow as he fills you. A good scream. It feels so good how much he’s stretching you out right now. You deserve this, you were just dreaming about this.

Kai spreads you out from behind. His nails dig into your ass cheeks as he thrusts in and out of you. You begin to shake beneath him as the tip of his cock abuses your cervix. Kai let’s out an animalistic moan as you flutter around him.

“Shhh shh, it’s just me sweetheart. I’m taking care of you,” Kai’s voice whispers in your ear in an attempt to reassure you. You whine into the pillow, grasping at it hard enough to turn your knuckles white.

“You’re such a good girl for your leader, aren’t you? Such a perfect pussy, just for me.”

Kai’s cock glistens with your arousal. He pulls himself all the way out, just to slam back into you again. A loud gasp leaves your lips with every harsh repetition.

“I’m cumming, fuck, shhh, so deep inside your little pussy,” Kai’s eyes close as he finishes, emptying himself inside you. He pulls out, only to replace his cock with his fingers. He finger fucks his cum inside you, burying it deep enough so that there isn’t a chance it seeps out. He lives and breathes to breed you.

“Good girl, go back to sleep,” Kai caressing the back of your head when he’s done, and dressing himself, he leaves the room.

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fredwkong · 9 months

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Angus, Beef

Dr. Angus Jacobson was a prodigy. At just 35, he was on the tenure track at a major university, researching intersectionality and climate justice. Some people thought it was strange that a straight white man from a middle class family had gone into the field, but Angus just laughed and said he had felt a calling.

Not only was he a great intellect, Angus was also always impeccably dressed in semi-formal or formal clothes. He loved wearing suits, or a polo shirt if it was hot, and keeping his hair short and professional. He thought that being presentable was a huge part of getting ahead in life.

As one of the foremost experts on climate justice in the country, Angus consulted with several large corporations on their eco-friendly projects. Often, that meant touring sites and giving recommendations on how to improve the design or the worksite conditions to better help people. He was always unfailingly polite to any workmen that he met while on his tours, but he found them hard to relate to. They just didn’t seem to have very complex life experiences compared to him. And even if they were working out in the heat all day, he couldn’t help but feel like they enjoyed being all sweaty and never using deodorant. The thought made his skin crawl.

One day, Angus was touring a site where a development company was building carbon neutral high rises. He had just finished speaking to the foreman and was walking away, taking notes on his tablet. The drainage system was going to need a big upgrade if the facility was supposed to stand up to the storms that occasionally came through.

Suddenly the foreman called after him. “Hey, Mr. Jacobson, you forgot this!” he yelled. He was a big, burly Black guy, and his voice carried across the whole site. Angus turned, surprised and a little scared. The foreman held out a small, folded piece of white cloth. Angus was sure he hadn’t dropped anything or handed anything off, but he took it anyway. He didn't want to say no to someone like this. It was strangely damp to the touch.

The foreman grinned at him. “See you ‘round, Mr. Jacobson,” he said, and walked away without another word.

Once he got into his car, a little European EV, Angus unfolded what turned out to be a white undershirt, wrinkling his nose at the thick scent of stale sweat and body odour it gave off. It certainly wasn’t his. Maybe it was some kind of prank? He could just throw it out when he got home. Angus tossed it on the passenger seat and started driving.

The smell was impossible to ignore. Even once he was back home, the shirt safely in the trash, Angus felt like it was following him from room to room, infecting everything he touched with the smell of unwashed man. Even after showering, applying fresh deodorant, and changing into his silk pyjamas, he swore the smell was still on him. He stalked restlessly from room to room, sniffing his pristine loveseat, his freshly ironed slate grey sheets, and his immaculate suit closet to try and find the source. Finally, he gave up, resolving that it was psychosomatic. He would just call the company tomorrow and complain about their foreman playing a prank.

The next morning, Angus was walked out of his bedroom confidently in his usual suit. He had completely forgotten the incident from last night. That is, until he walked into the living room to see a beat-up leather sofa in the place of his rarely-used loveseat, the white undershirt draped over the back of it. “What the fuck?” he breathed.

Angus never used his living room. If he wasn’t in his office, he was in his bedroom. He’d only used it for the few times a date had gone well, and a guy wanted to come watch a movie… Something about that line of reasoning felt wrong. He thought it through again.

Angus spent plenty of time in his living room. He had spent good money on a quality sofa to relax on. Guys loved it, too. They loved the feeling of leather against their backs while Angus pressed down on top of them.

Angus frowned. He was versatile, but he wasn’t the kind of guy to fuck on the first date… was he?

Anyway, he looked proudly at his sofa. What the hell was that grimy undershirt doing on it? He must have dropped it there on his way to put it in the garbage yesterday. He snatched it off—how was it still soaking wet with sweat?—and mentally promised that he would clean the couch after work. The shirt went back into the garbage and Angus headed off to the university.

When he got home that evening, he swore that his house still smelled like sweat. He found the shirt in his office, where he must have left it this morning. It was right where his antique phonograph had been… Where his weight rack was, draped over the back. Angus threw the shirt into the garbage, disgusted, then did his lifting while watching a lecture on climate stewardship. He was so glad he’d thought to put a rack of free weights in his office, it let him multitask so much better. He could tell it was having an effect, too, since his arms were looking bigger these days.

Once he was done his work, Angus found himself feeling horny and bored. It was unusual, since he usually ended his workouts grossed out by his own sweat, needing to shower and lie down… Of course, it was normal, exercising always energised him, and it was too early to shower. He headed out to a bar, and a few hours later Angus found himself lying on his couch, grinding against some hunk whose name he’d forgotten. After they came, Angus gave the guy a goodnight kiss and sent him home. He barely wiped the cum off his skinny chest before he fell asleep, forgetting to shower.

Things continued this way for a few days. Angus kept on finding the shirt, still wet, sitting on a his furniture. He kept on getting hookups, at least one a day. After a few days, he couldn’t smell the sweaty shirt anymore. Between his lifting bench, sofa, unwashed sheets, and dirty laundry bin, there was too much of his own smell in the house anyway. One morning, he found the shirt in his medicine cabinet, and he couldn’t find his deodorant… He had a big tub of curl cream, one of his hookups must have fixed their hair and forgotten it.

Angus found himself hooking up with Black guys more often. He’d never had a strong preference for any one race… He’d always loved big, thick Black men. He knew it was just a fantasy, but something about big, dumb Black guys appealled to him. He downloaded Grindr, found himself drooling over pics of thick men in construction gear.

Somehow, the undershirt was in his car one morning. In the place of his nice, planet-saving EV, there was a manual truck Angus had no idea how to drive... Angus loved his truck. He loved to feel like a real man on the road, even if the gas-guzzler did conflict with his morals. It was fine, though, he would just make sure his next car was an electric truck

One evening, Angus found the shirt on the floor of his closet. His precious suits were gone! Instead there was… The shirt had been hard to find, since most of Angus’s clothes were similar casual wear, half of it dirty on the floor of the closet. Even his work suits weren’t washed nearly often enough, giving off a bit of a stench. Every once in a while, Angus would see someone’s nostrils flare when they walked past him, catching his manly musk on the air. It gave him such a feeling of power and masculinity.

Lounging on his leather sofa in a pair of threadbare boxers, Angus was scrolling Grindr when he got a message. “Hey man, you ready yet?” It wasn’t from anyone he knew, except… It was from the foreman of the work site. His profile was full of pictures of him in hiviz gear, sweating in the hot sun. What could he mean? Maybe he wanted to do some roleplay. He was so hot, exactly what Angus loved imagining.

“Always ready for you, baby ;)” Angus messaged back. A few minutes later, he was texting the foreman his address, excited to see him again.

Just before he let the guy in, Angus realised he needed to put on a shirt. He had nothing clean. There was an undershirt sitting where his bedside table should be… Over his bong. He should wipe that down, see if the foreman wanted to smoke up after sex. He threw on the shirt and went to answer the door.

The foreman looked approvingly around Angus’s apartment. “Looking good,” he said, half to himself. He fisted a hand in Angus’s shirt, almost like he owned it, kissed Angus hard, filling Angus’s mouth with his huge tongue. “Seems to me that you’re way too white and educated for this house. Mr. Jacobson. You live like one of my labourers.”

Angus looked around. The foreman was right. For some reason, despite being a university professor, his house looked nothing like it. He didn’t have an office, just a home gym. He had no suits, no bookshelves, just casual gear and porn DVDs. Maybe it was all in at the university? That didn’t make any sense.

Before Angus could get too confused, the foreman grabbed him. He whispered in his ear, “Seems to me like you want to roleplay. You want to tell me you’re a big, dumb, sweaty construction worker, right, Mr. Jacobson? You want to fuck me with your big Black cock while still wearing your shirt?”

Angus did.

“You like that?” he growled a few minutes later, getting between the foreman’s legs. “I’m gonna open you up with my tongue. I didn’t get any fancy schooling to use fancy words, I just eat guys like you out like you've never been ate out before.”

He drove his tongue into the foreman's ass, enjoying the taste of his unwashed ass. As he did, Angus’s tongue lengthened, his lips darkening as his nose became wider. By the time he had the foreman moaning, his hole starting to gape, Angus’s face was black-skinned, his features strong and masculine.

“Yeah,” he grunted. His voice was deeper, slower. “I work hard in the heat all day, and I fuck hard all night. I sweat and leak so much I basically don’t need lube.”

Angus’s cock seemed to get even harder as he bottomed out in the foreman. He felt a burst of sensation as his foreskin grew back, a continuous stream of precum starting to leak from the tip. The skin around the base darkened, his hair growing in thick and black.

Angus started to rock back and forth as the foreman moaned underneath him. Having this burly Black man at his mercy made Angus feel even more confident. He continued roleplaying. “I’m such a thick Black construction worker, your cock gets caught between our sweaty bellies when I suck your neck. You’re gonna get off with your cock trapped between us.”

He leaned down and started to bite and lick at the foreman’s neck and collarbone as his chest and belly expanded. Angus’s skin darkened as hair grew thick over it, sweat beading as he fucked harder. Just like he’d said, the foreman’s cock was caught between their muscle guts, the foreman’s precum mixing with salty sweat to create the perfect friction.

Angus could feel the orgasm coming. He barely understood the words coming out of his mouth as he said, “Gonna pick you up and fuck you against the wall. I’m a big Black muscle bull, got no brains, just a big muscle ass and thick legs, so sweaty, dumb, smelly…” He trailed off, rocking back as he picked up the burly foreman like he was nothing, slammed him against the wall, and kept fucking.

He felt the foreman’s hands on his juicy muscle ass, tense and round as he rutted against the wall. Yeah, Angus’s body was the product of hard labour, a temple of Black manliness. He was glorious, a fucking god, he was… he was…

Angus came, filling the foreman up with shot after shot of thick Black cum. The foreman came too, his cock still pressed between their bellies, his cum soaking into Angus’s sweaty undershirt.

In a haze, Angus stumbled back from the wall, still holding the foreman off the ground. He collapsed onto the bed with a huge crash. Something had changed… Everything was fine… He was a beast… Angus fell asleep without pulling out.

The next morning, Angus “Beef” Jacobson woke up slow, enjoying the feeling of a mouth on his musty cock. Boss was so good with his tongue. “Morning, Boss,” grunted Beef.

Boss pulled off Beef’s big black cock with a pop. “Morning, Beef,” he growled. “Ready to head to the site?”

Beef grunted. He reached down, grabbed Boss by the shoulders, and dragged him up. “Not yet,” said Beef, lowering Boss onto his slick cock. He started moving his Boss up and down like a fleshlight.

Beef wasn’t the smartest guy. That was how he’d gotten his nickname, ‘cause he was like a big, sweet cow who loved to fuck. He was like a walking stereotype of a Black construction worker: burly, sweaty, musky, and totally dumb. Hell, he’d pretty much worn the same shirt for a week, an undershirt Boss had given him. It was so musky and smelly Beef was pretty sure anyone who touched it would be smelling him for weeks. That was a hot idea.

He didn’t really know much other than the physical stuff, but Boss told him he was helping to save the world, some shit about green buildings. Beef thought that was funny, since the building was grey concrete, not green. He was such a dumbass sometimes. Just a big piece of dumb Black Beef.

This story was part of a trade with @artificial-transmutations. See his half of our trade here.

#male transformation #male tf #mental change #muscle tf #reality change #race change #dumber tf #musk tf #black tf #clothing tf #gradual change #construction worker tf #all fwkong #blue collar tf

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 months

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Would you be able to do more slashxfem! Reader? I love your writing so much!

A/n: I have about three days before I’m back home and I can’t decide if I’m happy or sad about that but I do know that I could not let the opportunity to write pass me by and I needed to write this despite how much I hate writing on phones(and the fact that the first time I tried writing this it got FUCKING DELETED) I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes and just take this sleep deprived fantasy of Slash :,3

Warnings: smut, fingering, slight angst, squirting, if there’s anything else please let me know, I am going to bed :,3

You’d been alone for a week. Slash has finally come home from months of touring and you were hoping to get some desperately needed alone time, and not just a call from across the globe, though you enjoyed those as well they just weren’t the same. The issue? Slash didn’t feel the same in the slightest.

Slash was tucking away in his study all day every day, only coming out for bathroom breaks or sleep, and he went to bed late every night. You brought him breakfast, lunch and dinner and waited up for him in the hopes of getting something but nothing ever came of it.

There was no riding him, no sleepy cuddle sex, no morning sex even. He wasn’t even fingering you, and at this point you’d take anything over nothing.

You tried wearing some of his favourite lingerie, when that didn’t work you just started walking around completely naked in the hope that your tits would entice him. They always did, so soft and plush, whether he was kissing, groping, fucking or just admiring he loved your chest.

But it didn’t work, not even in the slightest.

Eventually you just gave up. Nothing was working, all you could do was hope he’d eventually finish his work and fuck you into next year so you wouldn’t have to deal with him leaving you alone again.

You set into a routine. Waking up to an empty bed, going into slash’s study to check on him, ask him what he wants for breakfast and be met with a grunt. It was the same breakfast, lunch and dinner with nothing else to do. You didn’t even wait up for him anymore, what was the point?

With or without him you were getting needier by the second and you just couldn’t take it. You lay awake in bed failing to fall asleep once again as your cunt ached for the familiar stretch of Slash’s cock.

While you didn’t have him you had a good enough substitute. Toys.

You checked the time and saw it was still relatively early, meaning Slash wouldn’t be up for a while yet. You rushed to the closet and found the small box you kept of your toys tucked away in the corner, toys from all over the world that Slash got you as everlasting souvenirs and such.

You picked out your favourite, one of a similar length and girth to Slash with a wide range of settings. The light was already off and you stripped yourself of your silk pyjama shorts and thin tank top on the way back to the bed. Having lived with Slash for so long it was more than normal to not where underwear, especially to sleep.

You got your self nice and comfortable before pushing the silicone dick into your soaked hole. No resistance, pure lust pumping through you. You were horny but you were tired so you pushed it right where you wanted it and let it sit there for a moment or two before letting the vibrations take over and do the rest of the work for you, starting off at a low setting and working your way up until your back was arching off the bed and you were biting the meat of your thumb to keep quiet.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Slash demanded as he stood in the doorway, glaring at you. You panicked, eyes wide as you sat up and scrambled to apologize.

“I-‘m so sorry, I-I was just-just so needy and-and you’ve been ignoring me and-!” You tried but Slash just shook his head and interrupted you.

“No, I didn’t ask that,” he said, you stared at him in anticipation, “I said, what do you think you’re doing?” He repeated, slowly making his way into the room.

All this resentment you’ve been holding back was finally reaching a boiling point and you stared at him as he got closer. “I was fucking myself because apparently if I want something done right around here I have to do it myself!” You yelled at him, throwing the still whirring rod at him. It hit him in the chest and he just watched as it landed on the floor with a crude thud.

“Gotta do it yourself, huh?” He asked, picking up the toy from the floor. “What exactly can you get from this that you can’t get from me?” He waited patiently for a response, though he didn’t expect one. You weren’t going down that easily.

“An orgasm, a good one, too, not whatever saw dust your wasted cocks choking out.” Slash stared at you, shocked, for a moment at your words. He cleared his throat and tossed the toy to the side.

“You really wanna count how many times you’ve cum on my cock?”

“As of late? I can’t even count it on one hand because there’s nothing there.” You barked. Slash pulled the blankets down, revealing your glistening skin. “What are you doing?” You asked, pulling your knees to your chest.

Slash gripped your thighs and spread your legs apart again, admiring your folds for a second. “Gotta get my score up, don’t I? Can’t have some piece of shit dick fucking you better than me.” He said.

Slash got comfortable in front of you, lying on the bed and looking up at you while he ate you out. He had stumble and it rubbed against you all over and you loved it, the way it teased the sensitive skin on your inner thighs was heavenly.

Of course it didn’t take long before you were cumming on Slash’s tongue. “Knew I could do that, record time, huh?” He asked, kissing your abdomen so sweetly.

“I pregamed with the dildo, dumbass.” You snapped, reaching for the blanket to cover yourself and go to bed. Slash stopped you before you could and set himself up once more.

“I’m not done.” He stated, quickly starting to lick you again. “You’re not sleeping until you squirt on me.” He mumbled against you.

He stuck to his words. His fingers fucked you until you were gushing on them, juices dripping down his wrist, chin. Anything that could be coated was coated, but it wasn’t enough, you still hadn’t squirted on him. Still, he didn’t give up.

Slash relieved himself of his clothes, slapped his cock on your clit and started fucking into you at a rapid pace. His hips hitting yours while his tip hit your special spot so good over and over again. You were a moaning mess, eyes rolled back and body twitching.

“Cmon, be a good girl and be loud for daddy.” He said. You pressed your lips together and shook your head, refusing to accept how good he truly was making you feel. And just like that slash’s big, calloused hand came down on your ass. “Fucking scream like you want to!”

“Fuck!” You cried out, unable to hold it back anymore. Tears streamed down your cheek and your moans meshed with sobs. “Fuck, ‘m sorry, daddy, ‘m so sorry, needed you so bad.” You whined.

“That’s more like it.” Slash groaned, his head rolling back at the feeling of your warm, wet gummy walls clenching around him.

He had you on your back with you ankles hooked over his shoulders as he fucked up into you, relentlessly pistoning his cock into you to make you see stars. “Fucking cum on me, cum on daddy’s dick just like you know you want to.” You couldn’t even pretend to deny him anymore, helplessly nodding and pleading for him as you were thrown over the edge for the nth time that night, though this one was different. Finally, slash was getting what he wanted.

Without much of a warning you began gushing all over him. Slash didn’t waste a second in pulling out and getting behind you for an easier time toying with your clit and as you came hard. Your body shook violently, no noise was even coming out of you at this point as you let your body feel these never ending shock waves repeatedly flowing over you.

Slash held your knees to your chest with one arm, fucking you with his free hand until he was sure you were done.

He held you close as you came down from the high, letting you rest your head on his chest while he wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace. “I’m better than that garbage, right?” Slash asked, tilting your chin up so you’d look at him. You could barely even process what he was saying, never mind reply to it. Instead you stared up at him with a blank stare and a slightly tired smile. Slash chuckled softly. “That’s a good girl.”

Slash took you in his arms and carried you off the bed. You whined softly. “Shh, shh, it’s ok, I’m just taking you to a different room.” You shook your head, though his soft voice was soothing the words were not what you wanted to hear. “You can’t sleep in a puddle.”

It didn’t matter the reasoning, you were fast asleep before he even got the words out. Happily dreaming about how good he made you feel at last.

#guns n roses x reader #guns n roses smut #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses #slash x you #slash smut #slash #slash x reader #slash fanfiction #slash gnr #slash fic #slash guns n roses

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fluffy little ghoap x reader christmas fluff (reader can be read however, but i hc her as fat!)

johnny wakes up first, the night spent in each other's arms doing little to dull his endless energy after a solid six hours of shut-eye. he's excited, vibrating with excitement, nearly bouncing off of the walls.

it's christmas!!

you and ghost lie tangled in bed, the downy sheets soft against your back and shoulders as you lay your head on his broad chest. he hums contently, petting your hair with his right hand, the hand hooked under your neck. his other hand lies flexed behind his head.

he's awake, but you aren't, lying in the in-between, that sickly-syrupy space between dream and wake, where you're aware enough to know that you'll be up soon.

ghost runs his hands over your head and then down your back, following the curve of the short green silk tank top you had promised were 'christmas' pyjamas, and not just lingerie enticing them to fuck you.

he hears johnny humming in the kitchen, the soft banging of pots and pans as he prepares a full-english. he knows johnny had been thinking about it for weeks, waking up with both of you and preparing a splendid breakfast of fried tomatoes and eggs, beans, toast, and bacon. johnny had scoffed at the turkey bacon you'd picked out ("'is not the same, hen. the pigs' been dead anyway") because you don't eat pork.

johnny's soft humming is only interrupted by the opening and closing of the fridge or a thoughtful comment.

ghost watches as your eyes blink open, crusty from sleep and the remnants of the makeup they'd fucked off of you, the errant bit they couldn't remove with a post-coital makeup wipe.

he leans down to place a soft kiss on your forehead as your mouth opens in a yawn. you greet him a good morning, your voice muffled against the fabric of his t-shirt.

he sighs, "good mornin', love. happy christmas.."

#call of duty #cod #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish x reader #soap mactavish #soap x reader #ghoap #ghost x soap #johnny mactavish x simon riley

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thisisourlovestory · 2 months

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Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Wordcount- 3.9k

Notes- okay so this has taken a lot longer than I thought it would but it’s here now finally. And I have changed my url so I’m sorry if you thought this was some random person tagging you

Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning sprawled across my bed and tangled in the sheets. I stumbled up and made my way into the dining area, only bothering to wrap a dressing gown around myself so as to not expose my arms. Unfortunately Lysander greeted me much too cheerfully the second I stepped foot in the room, with a wide grin and loud words.

“Good morning!” He trilled. “Sit, sit and eat. You have an important day ahead of you.” I slumped down into a seat and grabbed an apple, biting into the crisp red skin and sinking my teeth deep into its flesh.

“So what did you get up to with the lovely Megara last night?” He inquired as an avox served him a plate of toast piled with eggs and cheese and ham. I judged his choice in food for a moment and then almost snorted as his words registered in my mind. He certainly wasn't being subtle at all I thought as Finnick and Mags entered and seated themselves. I took another bite out of my apple and grinned.

I stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of silk pyjama shorts and a loose top. Megara was sprawled across my bed, shovelling ice cream into her mouth as fast as physically possible. She noticed me and smacked the bed.

“Sit.” I sat. “Now spill. You and Finnick flipping Odair.” I sighed.

“Pass me a cupcake. No, not that one. No, no, yes. Thanks.” I peeled the case off and bit into it, the rich chocolate and caramel spreading across my tongue. “I found out when I first got it.” I showed her my wrist and she inspected it closely. “We were, well we were friends I suppose. After I won that is. I saw his once, it was an accident. I don’t think anyone else really knows he even had one.” I took another bite of my cupcake. “We kinda stuck together for a couple of years. He helped me through the aftermath and the nightmares and everything.” She looked at me curiously.

“So what happened?”

“Annie Cresta happened. When she won everything changed. You know how the boy she went in with that year was decapitated and she lost it?”

“Everyone knows, though the Capitol tries to brush over it.” I laughed quietly.

“Well when she came back she was absolutely broken. She couldn’t function by herself. So Finnick helped her. At first I knew it was necessary, she probably would have offed herself otherwise, but the days passed to weeks and weeks to months. He had just,” I breathed, “He had just left me and gone to her.”

Megara's mouth opened in a shocked expression.

“You would’ve been fifteen?”

“Almost sixteen.”

“And he just, what, abandoned you?” I shrugged.

“Love is weird. It comes and goes at the most unexpected of times and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” She placed a hand on her forehead.

“Okay, sorry for interrupting. Please continue.”

“The nightmares came back, I spiralled, I spent I think two months here. Doing shows, staying as far away from them as I could. I mainly talked to Effie and Haymitch.” I smiled fondly. “They were really something. Always bickering and picking at each other like an old married couple. They made me laugh a lot, the only thing I laughed at really. Then it all changed again. But that’s not relevant.” I ignored her look and powered ahead. “I stopped talking to anyone, unless I had to, I wouldn’t say a word. I sang at shows but nothing more. And that was my life I guess. Not happy, not sad. It just was.”

Megara unexpectedly leapt across the bed and engulfed me in a hug.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through that.” She pulled away. “I can't imagine if I met my soulmate and then had to pretend like they meant nothing to me.” I smiled back at her sadly.

“Like I said, love is weird. And why would he want me when he has her.” With that I flopped down in bed and curled up in a ball. “Goodnight.”

“We didn't do anything interesting. I ate a bit then fell asleep. I was tired.” I smiled tightly at Lysander, a glint of challenge in my eyes before my gaze slipped to my plate and I took a second bite out of my apple. It tasted like ash in my mouth. “What's on the agenda today?” With that his eyes lit up and he beamed.

“Training.”

As it turned out, training was in fact the only thing on the agenda. I walked into the room and was greeted by the sight of the majority of the other tributes already showing off. My eyes flicked around the room for a second, Finnick was already bothering Katniss, the girl looked extremely unimpressed at him showing her how to tie a knot in the rope and didn't even try to hide her disgusted expression as he pretended to hang himself. I made my own way over to the survival skills section, I immediately picked up two pieces of wood and began to rub them together to little effect. Just as I was about to give up a shadow appeared above me.

“You have to rub quicker, and lower down.” Katniss took the sticks from me and demonstrated. “See.” I nodded slowly.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” With that she turned and made her way to one of the compartmentalised training rooms, grabbing a bow and a sheaf of arrows along the way. I watched from a distance as she put an arrow through each glowing hologram that appeared. I started as I saw one holding an axe and it immediately disintegrated, a small bolt of fear shooting through me. Were they supposed to represent us? My question was answered as another showed up holding a trident and resulted in the same fate. The closer I watched, I could see more similarities between the holograms and all the people stood watching. Johanna and Finnick were obvious, two appearing next to each other and reacting in sync, Cashmere and Gloss, one with long, sharp nails that none of the others had, Enobaria. A really burly one, Brutus and a couple of spindly ones, the morphlings.

Bile rose in my throat as Katniss annihilated them all. Then just as everyone thought the simulation had ended, a final hologram appeared. Smaller and thinner than all the others and it threw a golden blaze at her which she ducked and suddenly an arrow was lodged in it and it dissolved like all the others. It was clear that it was supposed to be. All the movements of the other holograms had been techniques the corresponding victors used in their games, the weapons they were most famed for using. And the Capitol had simply taken those moves and projected them into the simulation. But for me, the only moves I had back then were throwing that one knife and then my shoes. So that was what they had to use. I stayed frozen in my spot as the others stared at Katniss, contemplating looks in their eyes. I could see the cogs turning in their brains, they wanted her as their ally, who wouldn't to be honest. She was the favourite to win at the moment- perhaps also Finnick- and she would get sponsors upon sponsors. I watched her gaze pass over all of them to settle on me; I stared back at her blankly for a moment before she looked over to Peeta who stood watching her from the camouflage station, his arm covered in detailed paintings of rocks and tree bark. He smiled slightly and turned back to his work.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see a grinning Finnick.

“Quite the spectacle she's put on wouldn't you say?” He asked and I hummed in response. “She'd be a good ally.” I shrugged.

“I guess.”

“You guess?” He scoffed. “With an aim like that she could take out all of us in a matter of seconds.” My lip quirked upwards at his words. He didn't know just how true they were.

“I suppose, but if she was your ally, one wrong move and you'd be six feet under. But by all means, ally with the girl on fire; when she decides to kill you- don't say I didn't warn you.” I spun on my heel and strode away from him, my shoulder tingled where he had touched me and I felt a tug in my chest at the growing distance. It was as if the more time we spent around each other the more the- well I suppose the word that the Capitol used to describe it was a bond- the more the bond seemed to recognise us as soulmates and tried to drag us together. It was the only reasonable explanation for why he was talking to me.

I walked with my head down, stepping to the side to avoid bumping into other people. I made my way to a station where the two from district 3 had settled themselves at after struggling to light a fire and were fiddling around with wires and bolts. I sat myself down and picked up a few thin pieces of bronze metal. I twisted them together, intricately weaving them in a complicated pattern so they formed a pin of sorts. I twisted my hair up and stuck it through, the metal scraping along my scalp as I shook my head to make sure it was secure.

“The gamemakers won't be too impressed with that.” Beetee spoke quietly from beside me and I made a face.

“I don't really care. They're the ones hiding behind a forcefield.” His gaze sharpened.

“How do you know that?” I shrugged in response.

“The shimmer in the corners. Makes it look a bit like glass but they don't want us to know they're afraid of us and glass is too noticeable. Next best thing is a forcefield, I mean it uses a lot of the energy in this place. Zaps it like,” I snapped my fingers, “that, but most people won't know how to recognise it at all so they can keep up their pretences without worrying about one of us trying to murder them where they stand.”

Beetee stared at you for a second before a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“A scholar I see.”

“Just curious.”

“Not even some adults back home would be able to tell me that.” Beetee murmured. “You've done your research.” I looked up to the gamemakers.

“Well,” I spoke softly, scratching at my wrist absently,”you never know what they'll throw at you and it's always good to be prepared.” He hummed in assent as Wiress tugged on a loose strand of my hair, babbling nonsense under her breath. I gently extracted myself from her fingers and wished them a pleasant day, a hint of sarcasm in my voice, before I left them to fiddle with their little toys.

I found myself wandering through the huge building, mindlessly gazing around. My eyes flitting over the white surfaces, shining brightly in the even whiter light from the ceilings. All of a sudden I heard voices. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, was that Finnick and Haymitch? Talking to Plutarch Heavensbee? I listened intently, pressing myself against the wall next to the tiny crack in the door to hear better. My eyes gradually widened with each sentence that left their mouths, I couldn't believe it myself, I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't been hearing it directly from the source. They stopped talking and I ran. I sprinted down the corridors and to the lifts, frantically pressing the buttons as I entered and running out just as quickly. I didn't slow down until I slammed the door to my room shut and launched myself onto my bed, clutching a pillow so hard my knuckles started to turn white. They were planning to get Katniss out of the games and start a revolution. A revolution. My mind repeated those words for minutes, my mouth moving to spell it out in disbelief. Slowly the disbelief I felt faded into determination. They clearly hadn’t been about to tell me anything about it, I wouldn’t be included in their alliance. But I could sure as hell help.

Throughout the next couple of days, I woke up as early as possible to train without anyone watching me. I would take my ballet shoes down with me and wear them as I threw knives at the holograms, rise onto my toes and dance around them in circles until my feet were bleeding and bruised. The pain only made me work harder, if I could fight with my feet broken beneath me then I could run forever and wouldn’t feel a thing. On the last day before the games would begin I did the same as I had been. But when I had destroyed the holograms a hundred times over I didn’t stop, I dropped the daggers in my hands and closed my eyes as I spun and leapt. For the first time in years no one was watching me and I could just dance. Even on the train there had been cameras pointed at me but in the interest of not wanting anyone to get mad and try to kill them the gamemakers had left the training room cameraless. So I danced as if I was a child again and my mother was watching me from the door of the house cheering me on. And then I fell. My ankle gave out beneath me and I crashed to the floor. I landed on my side, my arms crossed to hold my head off the floor. I pushed myself up and undid my shoes; pulled them off my feet and stood up. When I fell I had accidentally pressed a button and holograms had appeared again. I reached down to grab the daggers again as they advanced towards me.

“You wanna play?” One of them threw the knife they were holding at me. It skimmed my cheek; I lifted a hand up to touch it. My fingers came away red and I laughed quietly. “Fine, I’ll play.” With that something inside me cracked and I leapt forward. I was like a hurricane as they all rushed at me and I weaved through the gaps leaving bloody footprints wherever I stepped. I rained down blow after blow on them, if holograms could bleed I would have been covered. But they couldn’t bleed and they couldn’t die, they just disintegrated into orange sparks whenever my blade hit home in their rib cages only for more to take their place. I dodged and threw and stabbed until I thought the simulation ended and I stood in the centre of the room. The air moved and in the blink of an eye I spun and struck, the last thing I saw of the hologram was the trident in it's hand. Then I heard the clapping.

I turned around quickly to see Johanna watching me. I quickly stepped outside.

“What do you want?” She grinned.

“Who knew you could fight princess. I’d actually be quite impressed if I didn’t think you’d payed for some poor Capitol bastard to teach you.” A hysterical giggle forced itself out of my throat and for a second an unreadable expression passed over her face like a cloud. I picked up my shoes by the ribbons and let them dangle by my legs as her eyes went to my feet. “Aww did standing up by herself for a moment make the princesses feet hurt?” I swallowed.

“You don’t know me Johanna Mason.” I spat. “You don’t know anything about me so do not make assumptions about things that you do not understand.” She watched me walk away, yelling after me.

“See you later princess.” I ignored her, focusing on not leaving a trail of blood back to the room.

A few hours later, after I had bandaged up my feet, I headed back down for the evaluations. The others were already there and I sat down at the end of a bench. Feeling eyes on me I looked up and locked eyes with Katniss, she stood up and made her way over to me. She sat down silently and I looked at the pin she had on her top.

“A mockingjay.” She looked up at me surprised.

“Yeah. How did you know?” I laughed.

“Some members of the Capitol have them as pets. Ones they managed to catch after the jabberjays bred with mockingbirds. They domesticated them and have them sing all day every day.” My voice turned sharp. “They don’t like being reminded of their failures so they turn them into spectacles.” My head turned as the robotic voice spoke ‘Y/N L/N report for evaluation.’ I stood up slowly and walked past Finnick who was exiting and into the training room. I was greeted by the sight of the gamemakers laughing and talking with each other, completely ignoring my presence as I made my way over to the weapons stand. One of them spared me a glance before dismissing me. They knew who I was and they didn’t think I was a threat. I took a step forward, narrowing my eyes and realised something. The force field was strong if it was concentrated, but it was only being held together by four balls that it was projected out of, one in each corner creating a screen. So it was strong at the outside but where it all met in the centre would be weaker. I grinned at my revelation and practically skipped back to the table with the knives on. I picked one up and balanced it on my finger, I quickly looked around and grabbed a long piece of rope, tying it around the handle. I twisted the end of the rope around one hand and pirouetted, as my head whipped to the front I let the knife fly through the air, right through the centre of the forcefield. It embedded itself in a piece of watermelon and then the wall. I gripped the rope harder and yanked towards me, I caught the knife and raised the dripping red fruit up to my mouth to take a bite as I curtseyed deeply, dipping my head and letting my foot slide as far behind as possible. I smiled sweetly at their horrified expressions. You can almost see the thoughts running through their heads I mused as I walked calmly out of the room, head held high.

I was waylaid by Lysander who dragged me back to the room and made Finnick and I sit until the scoring was announced hours later, I was almost falling asleep in my chair. Yawning widely and eyes drooping until the music sounded and I bolted up. The second Gloss’ photo appeared on screen with a score of 10 flashing under him my heart sank. My little outburst would probably not have gained me anything other than a low score. The rest of the careers had predicatably high scores, Brutus an 11 and Finnick the same. Lysander screeched happily at his score, patting him on the back furiously and I murmured my congratulations. Then it was my turn. My face appeared on the screen and a bright bold number 12 flashed underneath it. I spat out my water in shock and blinked rapidly as Lysander gaped at the screen. Mags patted me gently on the shoulder, giving me a small smile; Finnick leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees.

“Congratulations angel.” The nickname shook me out of my trance.

“Angel?” He shrugged and gave me an easy smile.

“Yeah, you looked like an angel on the chariots and you certainly act like an angel, especially with that little girl.” His voice turned serious. “But something tells me you aren’t such an angel as everyone thinks you are.” My lip twitched and I forced it to stay in a straight line.

“Maybe you’re right.” I turned around, my back to him, his eyes searing into my skin as I whispered. “But some things cannot be determined with a passing glance.”

The next day was the day of the interviews. I was slumped in a chair, clad in a silk robe, as my prep team scoured my body. They perfected every imperfection they could find until my skin was like a blank canvas. All the while they chattered, asking me not so subtly about my evaluation score and even less subtly if I had a soulmate- thankfully they didn’t question my insistency that I covered my wrist while they ‘cleaned me up’. I ignored them for the most part until Priscilla began to waffle on about Finnick. I clenched my fists and tried to block her out, waiting for her to finish. But she wouldn't stop, she went on and on about him, his… relationships with Capitol women and then what a shame it was that he might die. My fingernails dug crescent moons into my palms until I felt pinpricks of pain and saw tiny specks of blood beading on my skin. I settled for fiddling with the robe until they left. The girls walked through the door giggling with each other as Quintus turned around to me.

“I understand how you feel.”

“What?” I asked confused.

“You have a soulmate yes?” I nodded slowly. “But he either doesn’t want you or doesn’t know about you.” I nodded again.

“The second.”

“I had a soulmate once.”

“You did?” I mumbled.

“It was about 15 years ago. I had just started working here for the games and she was a tribute.” He laughed slightly and ran his hand through his hair. “She hated me, I tried to get her to run away with me before the games could start but she wouldn’t let the kid from her district die even if it meant she lived. They only lasted 5 days in the arena.” He smiled sadly. “But those last couple of days she was alive and I got to see her were the best couple of days in my life.”

“What are you saying?” I whispered.

“Don’t waste time. Every second with the ones we love is precious.” Just as suddenly as he had begun the conversation he left the doorway, leaving me in silence.

Soon enough Megara came in, laden with bags upon bags containing god knows what. She dragged a chair over and sat down opposite me. She pulled out a teapot and two cups before setting them down on the table ignoring my incredulous look. She poured tea into the two cups added a splash of milk and sugar to one and gave me an inquisitive look. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts as I poured milk into the cup and spooned 3 teaspoons of sugar into the cup.

“So honey, how are you feeling about the interviews?”

“Honey? Aren’t you younger than me.”

“Nope,” she popped the p,” I’m 24.” I sighed.

“They can only go so badly right.” She grinned; took a sip of her tea, placed it down, stood up and walked over to a huge bag hung up on the door.

“I suppose we’ll see then.” She unzipped the bag and I gasped.

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everybodyshusband · 1 month

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soft ghoul pyjama thoughts :))

rain is a "the oldest clothes in my cupboard and the ones that don't fit are now my pyjamas" kind of ghoul :) they wear old tshirts that are falling apart and almost see-through from wear, usually accompanied with old tracksuit pants in winter and some kind of cotton short in summer (all the shorts probably used to belong to mist they're that old and skimpy)

aether's easy. give him a pair of flannel patterned pyjama pants, don't make him wear a shirt and he's happy :))

there are two options for dewdrop. one is that he wears flannel pyjama pants like aeth and some old tshirt like rain (although his aren't quite in the same state of disrepair as the water ghoul's sleep clothes) or flannelette pyjamas with the button up shirts that match his bottoms and yeah he's just a SILLY GUY (the matching sets are cumulus' favourites on dew because she'll braid his hair and then proceed to make fun of him all night for looking silly :3)

speaking of cumulus, she has an impressive collection of all different styles of nighties that she sleeps in because she hates the feeling of shorts or pants on her legs at night

cirrus has lots of bralette/sleep short sets that always manage to match lus' nightgowns but in opposite colours or patterns. if lus' pyjamas are pastel coloured then you'll bet that so are cirrus' or if cirrus has green polka dots on her shorts then lus will have red ones on her pjs

aeon tends to mirror the pyjamas of whoever he's going to bed with which means he doesn't really have any pjs that are his because he usually just borrows a pair from his bedmate

aurora's still not really used to life up top so more often than not she'll get back to her room so exhausted that she'll fall asleep in whatever she's been wearing that day. on the occasion that she's able to fall asleep in something that's not jeans or her uniform, it's usually clothes that the others have left in her room; one of rain's shirts and a pair of dewdrop's flannelette pants or aether's big ol' hoodie and cirrus' silk shorts

swiss is similar to aether in that he loves a good pair of flannel pants and nothing else but he's much more inclined to wear a hoodie or a long sleeve to bed as well as the pants

mountain is a tricky one on account of how they're feeling that day. sometimes they'll wear a pair of pants and a random shirt and call it a night, other times they'll shyly ask cumulus to borrow a nightgown and get sunshine's help to braid their hair so they can wake up with pretty waves in the morning, and on occasion they'll pull an aurora and just face plant into the bed, too tired to even think about getting changed into pjs

sunshine either sleeps naked or covered head to toe in a onesie complete with a hood and footsies there is no in between

#fuck you !! *genderfluids your mountain ghoul*#domestic ghoul pyjama thoughts how you occupy my thoughts so #husband headcanons #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #nameless ghoul headcanons

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rhiaarrow · 2 months

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Today I'm upcycling an old ramble from my notes!

Obviously it's all personal interpretation so feel free to chime in your own takes or correct me if you think I'm really far off with some egg 🙃

So without further ado, here are my personal headcanons of what each egg wears to sleep!

CHAYANNE -

Chayanne just sleeps in a t-shirt of any color and any color of sleep shorts, his ass does not care about pyjama colors just as long as they're comfortable.

He normally knocks out as soon as his head hits the pillow anyway so he couldn't care less what he's wearing and would happily sleep in his regular clothes some days.

Sometimes Phil will braid the top section of Chayanne's hair too after he braids Tallulah's, just to keep it out of his face while he sleeps.

But it's a loose short braid and with the length of Chayanne's hair not all of it can actually make it into the braid so the bottom section always hangs loose regardless of the braid or not.

DAPPER -

Dapper wears a fancy black silk buttoned pyjama shirt with red decals and details but it's always paired with hideously patterned pyjama pants.

They could have anything on them! Cartoon zoo animals, Rainbow zigzags, Multicolor polka dots, Cartoon food items, Tie dyed, Animal print, Fruit print, Old grandma couch print, 80s arcade carpet print, they could just have faces all over them! Literally ANYTHING as long as it doesn't match the pyjama top (because it drives his Dad absolutely crazy and he loves it).

He also wears a pair of thick plain fluffy socks over his feet at night, since demons naturally run cold to deal with the heat of their home, which unfortunately means Dapper having a Demon as his parent (as well as Em and Pomme) gets cold feet during the night if they don't wear fluffy socks.

She also sleeps with her hair tied up in a loose protective bun on top of their head to keep most of it out of his mouth and eyes while he sleeps.

LEONARDA -

Leo sleeps in cartoon patterned pyjamas but not matching sets, ohhhh no, this girl wears pieces from 2 completely separate sets which do not match at all.

For example she might wear bright blue and red spiderman pyjama bottoms paired with a pale purple pyjama shirt with a giant cartoon panda in the middle or a pair of rainbow striped MLP pyjama bottoms with a pyjama shirt covered in hundreds of close up Walter dog faces.

When she sleeps Leo leaves her hair loose to go absolutely everywhere and does not brush it before bed even though her hair gets tangled easily.

Which unfortunately means her Pa Foolich has to help her brush out the hundreds of knots every single morning but Leo absolutely refuses to sleep with it tied up no matter how much he tries to convince her it'd be a good idea.

She also insists on wearing socks to bed every single night but immediately kicks them off as soon as she actually falls asleep which Foolish finds hilarious.

RAMÓN -

Ramón sleeps in a plain tank top and he used to just sleep in a pair of plain sweatpants like his Dad but nowadays he sleeps in a pair of blue pac man patterned pyjama bottoms that he absolutely totally 100% did not steal from Pac's washing line outside his house.

The drawstrings are always tied to keep them up, since they're not kid sized, and he's clearly taken a pair of shears to the bottom but not re-hemmed them so there's loose threads everywhere (neither Fit or Pac makes a comment on it though, because as long as Ramón's happy they're happy so Pac just secretly sews up the hems and makes adjustments to the waistband while Ramon's with Fit and says nothing).

Ramón's hair is short enough that it doesn't make a difference how he wears it at night, it might stick up a bit in the morning from where he was laying on it but he wears the meathead all day so it doesn't matter and hell, Ramón would happily sleep in his meathead too if Fit would let him.

And obviously the moustache stays on while he's asleep, duh.

TALLULAH -

Tallulah wears a pair of black flannel pyjama pants and a short sleeved purple nightgown, which looks more like an oversized t-shirt but it has scallop hemmed edges that indicate that it is actually supposed to be down to her knees.

The purple nightgown has black and darker purple polka dots all over it and the hemming is done in black thread with a large cartoon skull decal on the center (that she doesn't really like because it looks too cartoonish).

Before she sleeps she brushes her hair and bangs and Phil braids it for her, into a neat and very tight French braid (or two braids depending on what he feels like) to keep it from going crazy while she sleeps.

And obviously when she goes to sleep her hearing aids are removed and put in a little box that she keeps on the windowsill above their big family bed so she can easily reach them in the morning.

RICHARLYSON -

Richarlyson sleeps in only a pair of sleep shorts, a variety of colors depending which house he sleeps in, right now it's been either red for Pai Cellbit, green for Pai Mike or black for Tio Bad since they're the only houses he's actually slept at so far (but he has blue shorts prepared for when they stay over at Pai Pac's and pink for staying with Mae Bagi).

He takes off the football shirt to sleep and no matter how many times her parents ask them to put on a pyjama shirt she doesn't, Richas just sleeps half naked because he can.

He also has a silk hair bonnet that he really should wear to bed every night but he doesn't like it, well no, they like it slightly better now that Pac sewed the outside to be mushroom patterned like her regular hat but he still doesn't wear it every single night no matter how many times her parents ask him to.

Obviously when he sleeps they have to remove his prosthetic leg so he sleeps with only a protective compression sleeve over their stump (like Pai Pac) and her leg just lies beside her bed, he has a prosthetic stand he's supposed to use for it, but again he doesn't do it every night regardless of her parents reminding him.

POMME -

Pomme wears one of the pretty matching pyjama sets, the ones with a cute graphic on the shirt and then that design is patterned smaller all over the bottoms.

She sleeps in a long sleeved pyjama shirt with red sleeves and a white chest with a green apple decal in the middle, paired with green pyjama trousers (the same shade as the decal) with red apples (the same as her sleeves) and white polka dots patterned on them.

Pomme also wears a pair of thick knitted socks every night because her feet get cold, these aren't intentionally matching her pyjamas but since it was Etoiles that knitted them back when he was the 'wool warrior' after losing to the code, they're all either one of the French flag colors or green so they match unless she wears the blue ones.

Her hair is neatly brushed by one of her parents and in a loose braid (or braids) that inevitably falls out overnight, but she won't sleep if it's tied too tight and she doesn't like having her hair tickling her while she tries to get to sleep, she honestly doesn't care what state it's in when she wakes up she can cover some of it with her beret anyway.

EMPANADA -

Empanada sleeps in a long sleeved ankle length nightgown with frilly edges and bow details, the full works.

The nightgown is a brown and pink tartan with white lace frills around the edges of the nightgown and down the seams and it's got little pink bows where they're necessary.

She also wears thick socks with grippy silicone bottoms while getting ready for bed so her feet don't get dirty or cold, but she doesn't wear them in bed, she takes them off and leaves them beside her bed so she can put them back on when she wakes up.

To actually sleep in she wears non grippy fluffy socks which she keeps in her bedside table drawer and they all have cute little kitty patterns on them since Bagi bought them in bulk when she learnt Em got cold feet during the night.

She sleeps with her hair left loose on the pillows but unlike Leo it doesn't go crazy overnight since Empanada is the kind of little girl who brushes her hair 100 times by herself before bed and brushes it another 100 times when she hears Bagi wake up in the room above hers so that it's always neat by the time her Mamae comes to get her in the morning.

SUNNY -

In the early days Tubbo didn't have kids pyjamas and he was too proud to ask another parent for a spare set so Sunny slept in one of Tubbo's shirts like a nightgown, unfortunately for Tubbo, she still does it now even after he's bought them pyjama sets in every color under the sun.

So every night Sunny sleeps in a stolen shirt of Tubbo's that comes down to her knees and the neck hangs off her shoulders a little, with a pair of pyjama pants and a plain vest top underneath.

Obviously she changes the color of the pants every single night in no particular rotation to wear all the fancy pyjama sets her Pa bought her to try and stop her stealing his shirts (it didn't work).

They also sleep with a orange and yellow striped silk bonnet on every single night to protect their hair so that she always looks good in the mornings even before her Pa does her hair for the day.

She obviously takes off her sunglasses to sleep but she replaces them with an orange sleep mask with 'SUNNY' bedazzled on the front in blue diamantes because if she doesn't wear the sleep mask then everything is way too bright when they're trying to sleep since they wear sunglasses all day.

PEPITO -

Pepito sleeps in a crew necked red and white striped onesie with grippy feet covers so Pepito doesn't fall over.

Pepito's hair is usually fine when Pepito sleeps but Pepito occasionally gets crazy bed head, but all Pepito does on those mornings is brush it out as much as Pepito can and put on a bandana or a beanie along with Pepito's glasses and gasmask so Pepito can try to make it look like a purposeful style choice (it works about 30% of the time).

CHUNSIK -

Chunsik always sleeps in an animal onesie, his Dad originally dressed him in a crocodile one but then his Mom bought him a shark one and they fight over which one he wears each night.

Chunsik doesn't care though, he's just happy to have two onesies now, and both of them have sharp teeth on the hood and a tail on the butt and he just thinks that's awesome!

His hair gets a little messed up from sleeping in the hoods but it doesn't get tangled easily so it's easy to brush it out in the morning before he puts on his hat.

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tojisun · 8 months

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kinktober — 04: choking/spanking

recom miles quaritch x human fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; ass and pussy spanking; choking and hair pulling; slight dumbification; size difference; dirty talk; no actual penetration

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it was a slip of the tongue, something that your sleep-deprived mind conjured up with not much thought. it wasn’t even something that you usually pondered on, nor was it like a nagging feeling that would keep you up at night.

you didn’t even mean it. but it didn’t matter – you still said it.

you felt miles stiffen from where he’s pressed on your back, his hand pausing from where it had been slowly massaging the swell of your hip.

you feel yourself freeze too, body locked in trepidation.

“what was’at?” he asks, his voice rumbling from the top of your head.

“nothing!” you are quick to reply only to hiss in discomfort when his hand squeezes your hip in response, his thumb digging into the flesh of your ass.

“i don’t like liars,” miles says because of course he would.

you know he’s not asking because he didn’t hear, not when you’ve been there to test the extent of his new abilities. you know this is part of a bigger scheme, something that had your legs squeezing together as you swallowed the lump in your throat to finally whisper, “i said i miss the way you used to fuck me, back when you were a human.”

there was a sudden hush in the room, the two of you stilling, before you’re being yanked from miles’ front and forced onto your elbows and knees.

“miles-”

“ass up, baby.” he pushes a hand down to the small of your back, forcing you to arch up in that way he always praised you for. “stay like that or so help me, cupcake, you’ll be pregnant by the end of this.”

you startle at his words – promises you know that can’t come true – as your breath leaves your lungs in a sudden swoop. you couldn’t even force your mind to catch up before a sharp sting reverberates from your clothed ass.

you squeal, breaking your form, but that only makes miles punish you again. this time, two slaps on either side of your cheeks, your pyjama shorts and lingerie not doing anything to dampen the blow.

“i’m sorry!” you cry out as he manhandles you back up again.

miles laughs, the sound so cruel as it slips past his lips. “of course you are, pumpkin.” his voice curls in a teasing manner, his southern accent making his words lilt in that mean way that he loves to use.

you twist your head to catch a glimpse of miles, hoping to use your teary eyes and pouty lips to make him buckle, but your lover’s new body is made of long limbs and all defined muscles, leaving you eyeing nothing but an expanse of blue skin. you whine, wiggling your hips, but miles just hums, his warm hands wrapping around your trimmed waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your back before they hook onto the band of your shorts.

your breath hitches, your mind going blank.

miles presses his lips on your shoulder, gentle even as he slides down the silk pyjamas off your body. “y’smell so good, hon.”

the sudden shock of cool air hitting your body is chased away by the warmth of his front, and you melt into the sheets, your eyes going heavy at the press of his body against yours. big hands cup your ass, deft fingers massaging your muscles, and you giggle at how quick it was for your body to melt in his hold.

miles kisses you one last time before he’s pulling back up. one of his hands leaves your hips, gliding upwards to trail burning touches along your back until it reaches the base of your nape where he pauses to swipe your hair away before finally wrapping the whole of his hand around your neck. you sigh at the pressure, feeling yourself slipping under the fog.

“see? bein’ a good girl ain’t too hard, ain’t it?” miles murmurs, his hold gaining strength, thick fingers digging into your skin. you whine, feeling the heat build up from where he’s holding you, before he eases his grip again. “but of course, you rather be a fuckin’ brat.”

the barrage of slaps on your bare ass shocks you, ripping you from the heavy daze that you were falling into. a choked whimper slips past your lips and you buckle under his hold, trying, in vain, to escape miles’ heavy hand but the grip on the back of your neck grounds you – warns you – and you go still, reduced to muffling your shaky breaths into the pillow.

miles laughs throughout, his hand falling onto the quickly-bruising skin of your ass in unexpected tempo, never once following a rhythm. you are sobbing now, torn between the beautiful pressure of your lover’s steady hold and his punishing strikes, broken cries resonating amidst the slapping sounds.

“y’r tremblin’ so beautifully, love,” miles growls and you startle when his teeth nip at your shoulder blade, his fangs digging into your skin enough to cause angry welts. he licks at the irritated skin and leaves another hit on your right cheek. “do y’know how wet you are right now, hon?”

you reply, you think – you don’t really know. it must have been a broken whimper because miles just hums in response, his thumb sliding up the column of your neck until it teases the short strands of hair at the base of your head. you feel his hand pat your hip gently before he dips a finger into your heat to press along your wet folds.

you blink in surprise, causing tears to trickle down your already damp face as miles plays with your sensitive slit, messing you up with every stroke. he spreads your slick along your trembling body, rumbling chuckles vibrating from his chest as he stains even the insides of your thighs.

“goddamn, cupcake,” he snarls. “you fuckin’ reek.”

you mewl at his words, burying your head back to your pillow, trying to ignore the heat spreading on your face.

you want him to fuck you now. want him to make a mess out of your cunt, bury all of his cock until it breaches the entrance of your cervix. pleasepleaseplease-

“miles, please,” you hiccup out loud, feeling your pleasure swell in your pussy. “fuck me already, please miles. please!”

but miles just laughs, his fingers pulling away from teasing your folds. you buck in displeasure, wiggling your hips, hoping that miles will give in but you should have known better.

you should have expected this.

miles delivers another slap on your body, this one hitting your cunt instead. you scream, the sound so guttural that miles does it again and again, ensuring that with each hit his fingers brush against your hardened clit.

you go dizzy at the blend of muted pleasure and resonating pain, going cross-eyed at the consistent smacks. you feel more than hear the way your slick makes the slaps wetter, his palm gliding a lot easier and with more rigorous purpose.

it’s so good; it’s not enough – your mind races to make sense of what you are feeling only to get lost at the unending pressure.

“miles! miles!” you don’t even know why you are moaning his name.

“not yet, sweetheart. just a few more,” is all your lover says and you can’t make sense of what he means. what he’s trying to achieve.

you lose track of time, giving up on cataloguing each rush of pleasure or pain that miles gives you. he has long let go of your neck to grip on your hair, fisting messy strands as he pulls. he’s left marks along the column of your neck, and you don’t even have it in you to care about how you will hide these under your uniform tomorrow.

then, ripping past your stuttering mind, euphoria seizes you all of a sudden, growing from the pit of your belly and racing along your spine. you freeze, not able to make sense if it will peak, too drunk from miles’ undoing. all of a sudden, you feel miles’ hand gaining speed and you realize that this is what he had been building you up for.

“cummin’!” you wail, arching into miles’ hand. “miles, baby, cummin’! i’m cummin!”

miles growls from behind you, his face burrowing in the juncture of your neck. “c’mon, pumpkin. cum for me.”

and you do, your body locking as you cum, wailing his name – the only thing you are still sure of. your eyes go blind at the pleasure, your ears ringing with white noise.

distantly, you feel him press his lips on your damp skin, licking a stripe on your marked up neck. “‘s right,” he murmurs. “y’ve been such a good girl f’r me, sweetheart. such a good girl.”

he is saying something else but you lose your consciousness before you can hear them, your last thought being the quiet rumbling of elation that is spreading through you even amidst the angry bruises that miles left you with.

but that is alright because you know that miles will take care of you.

he always does.

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The Maid - Part 8

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, depression, mentions of suicide, despair, feeling trapped. Mentions of abuse and rape.

Please read at your own risk. Your own media consumption is not my responsibility. Please read and review the warnings before proceeding.

Thank you and enjoy!

Part 7

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You spin around the room, taking in your surroundings. You try pulling at the doors, but they're locked. You try the windows, they open but when you try pushing your hand out, an invisible wall materializes and keeps you in.

I can't blame him for not trusting I wouldn't jump....

What now?

Great... I swapped one cell for another... at least this one is luxurious

You sigh heavily as you flop onto the bed. The room is as large as the king's suite, with a joining bathroom. The closet alone in this suite is larger than any home you have ever stayed in.

Everything adorned the colours of Asgard, and of course Loki's emerald green and gold.

You go through the wardrobe, unsurprised to find it fully stocked with pristine gowns and attire fit for a royal.

This room is for a visiting princess or queen. He just put me here for now. I shouldn't get too comfortable...

You suddenly feel anxiety bubble within you.

Surely he will send me back to the maid's quarters... I'm not fit for such royal chambers... or chambers at all for that matter...I can't go back... not after what I just admitted to, i will be ostricized, treated and belittled far worse than ever before for being a traitor!

You begin to panic, circling the room while biting your nails and running your hands through your hair.

I have to get out of here!

You start pulling at the doors again but they won't budge.

Okay, you need to breathe. You take in a few deep slow breaths.

He said I'm safe here... just wait for him to come back... will he come back?

You go into the bathroom and wash your face with cold water to ground you. Admiring the bath tub you notice the intricate details on the tile floor. Standing back you notice they form a snake in the middle of the room.

You turn to the cupboard and notice the luxurious scented oils.

Surely I can take a bath? Will he be mad if I do? If I don't? Am I allowed or was I supposed to just stay in the room and wait for his return?

Before you can let your anxiety get the best of you, you turn the tap on and splash some lavender oils in the tub. You strip yourself of the silk pyjamas Loki provided earlier and soak in the tub.

You sigh as you realize you can't remember the last time you've been this relaxed and you were going to savour every second of it.

You scrub yourself down with the other multitude of bathing products stocked in the bathroom. Once finished, you slowly get out and brush out your wet hair. Relishing in the smell and the feel of how soft and clean it now is.

Going through the wardrobe, you can only find maiden night gowns, which you have always despised. You quickly pick up the green silk top and shorts that Loki originally gave you and put them back on.

You slip into the bed and sink into the soft mattress. Within seconds, you're asleep.

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You wake up a few hours later to the sound of a crow cawing at your window. You groan as you sit up and stretch.

"Sleep well?" you hear a voice from the corner of the room. You scream in surprise and throw the first pillow you can grab towards the sound.

Loki chuckles and he dodges it "I think you're going to need more than a pillow if you really wanted to hurt me."

"I - sorry - I just- I thought I could take a bath while I waited and I - um this is inappropriate I'm sorry -" you ramble as you jump out of the bed and start making it.

"Stop." Loki interrupts your rambling.

" I never ordered you couldn't take a bath or nap or anything. You can do whatever you want. You're not a prisoner." he states slowly.

You look down sheepishly. Loki chuckles quietly again and sits up as he closes his book, from his position on the couch in the corner of the room.

"Lavender is my favourite too. I see you chose to keep my set of nightwear on rather than the ones provided..." a smug smirk forming on his lips and he looks you up and down.

"I - they were just more comfortable. I don't like night gowns." you admit to him, cheeks burning with embarassment.

"There are no rules here. You may do as you please. Whatever makes you comfortable. Do you like the room?"

Caught off guard by his warm approach and the casual conversation you reply but remain guarded.

"Yes. I do. It's bigger than any home I have ever been in."

"You don't trust me." he states matter of fact.

Shocked by his bluntness you stutter out your reply "I don't know what you want, your highness. I am but a maid."

"Oh, you are more than that, darling." he says to you as his eyes lock onto yours. Loki beings to approach you.

Nervousness waves over you. You swallow thickly.

He steps forward, once, twice... suddenly you get scared and take a step back, your arms circling your body. A defence mechanism.

"I understand the lengths at which you have helped me, your highness, and I know not what you desire in return. However, I cannot offer you my maidenhood... for it has been taken from me long ago..."

I will not be your toy to play with.

"Have I ever requested such? I know you are no toy, as you put it. I have never and will never treat you as such. Is that all you think you are worth?" Loki questions.

"Wait... I never said that out loud. How did you know what I was thinking?" you question him, your brows furrow.

"You forget I am a God, darling. I did not mean to read your thoughts, they're sometimes so loud I can hear them." he explains to you.

"Now, you never answered my question. Is that all you think you are worth? Is that all you think I want?" he asks you again.

You shift on your heels, "I have nothing else to give you in return." you reply quietly.

"I ask for nothing in return. I have a debt to pay you, for what you have endured within my castle's walls, which should have never happened to begin with. I am indebted to you." Loki says slowly.

You begin to stutter, unable to form a reply.

"When you said your maidenhood was taken from you long ago... taken is a precise word to use..."

"I know what I said. It has always been taken from me... it was never wanted... not once..." you whisper. You feel tears forming and quickly blink them away.

"I see..." Loki says, hands behind his back and he taps his foot on the tile floor.

"I would like for us to have an arrangement." he declares. "And before you interrupt and assume anything, hear me out. I only want you as my personal maid; and as the kings personal maid you will not stay in the maid's quarters as they are unfit. You will stay here, in these chambers, beside me."

You blink at him with a blank stare. "Um, I -..Yes, your highness -" you reply, knowing no other answer would be accepted anyway.

"Loki.. just Loki, please." he says to you as he walks closer and puts his hand over yours.

For a moment your eyes lock and you feel this spark jolt through your body. Electrifying to the point where goosebumps formed on your arms and you both jolt your hands back in surprise.

You shiver and wrap your arms around yourself.

Loki stares at his hands for a moment and hesitates.

"Care for some lunch?"

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water - Zhong Chenle

INCLUDES: fem!reader x non-idol!chenle, SMUT, hair pulling, dancer chenle, swearing, fingering, degrading, name-calling, plotless smut with no real ending, based off the song 'Water' by Tyla wc: 844 a/n: not proofread. i'll come back eventually and make this better but I'm too lazy rn😭

there was no warning as chenle walked through the door before he had you pinned to the wall, both your hands caged in one of his on top of your head. his head tilted to the side as his tongue fights with yours in a heated kiss.

hearing your breathing hitch, chenle moves his body into yours and grinds his body into yours. you could feel how hard he was through his grey sweats and your silk black pyjama pants. “baby.” his voice drawls as he pulls away from your lips and to your neck.

his breath falters as he feels you remove your hands from his grasp and into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly before tugging his head back, a moan leaving his pretty lips as you do so.

chenle looks down at you with the biggest smirk on his face, despite his head being angeled backwards. “chenle” you whisper into the thick air, chenle manages to free his hair from your grasp and place one of his hands under your chin to keep you looking at him.

chenle’s mouth moves towards yours, his tongue darting out to lick at your lips the way he did when he was in need of you so badly.

“how was practice?” you ask out in a small voice as chenle picks you up by the thighs and walks you both towards your shared room.

he hums as he places a soft kiss on your lips. “started learning a dance that reminded me of you.” he whispers in between kisses. chenle pulls away to turn his bluetooth speaker on and connect his phone.

water by tyla starts playing as chenle places kisses down the side of your neck.

make me sweat, his hands are pulling your shirt from over your head gently.

make me hotter, he’s kissing down your stomach eyes on you the whole time.

make me lose my breath, his hands are in your shorts rubbing soft circles on your pantie-covered folds.

make me water, he’s got you rid of all your clothes and pumping his fingers in and out of you in a way that has your toes curling.

“chen-le.” you gasp out and grip his wrist, he smirks down at you moving his fingers even faster as he leans down to capture your lips with his. the cool feeling of the rings on his fingers sends you further into a whirlwind of pleasure.

chenle loved having you beneath him like this, his fingers deep inside you with rings on his fingers and his most expensive watch on his wrist. chenle watches your face scrunch and in an instant, he knows you’re close.

he uses his thumb to rub small circles over your clit, his teeth latching onto his bottom lip as he smirks down at your fucked out face. “that’s it baby, come for me hmm?” chenle urges in a low voice.

your body shakes with your orgasm, chenle watching with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his sweats beginning to feel too tight as he palms himself through them.

chenle stands up on his knees, you following suit not too long after to chase after him. he frees his cock from its confinements, he looks down at you as he grips his length and pumps a couple of times.

“open that pretty mouth of yours for me, yeah?” he speaks as he taps the tip of his cock on your lips. not wasting any time you open your mouth and let chenle push himself into your warm mouth.

chenle throws his head back while his left hand pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to bring your head closer to his crotch. “that’s it, baby. i love that mouth of yours.” his moans came out almost harmoniously as he looks back down at you.

your face smeared with tears and drool as he fucked your face the way he liked best. “my favourite scene, baby. my cock so far down your throat, you’re gagging and drooling over me.” his voice comes out deep as he pulls your head closer to him.

“keep sucking me like that baby, ‘m almost there.” his head thrown back, a sight you wouldn’t trade for the world. your free hand slips between your thighs and rubs small circles over your clit.

you moan around chenle, making him snap his head back towards you. chenle pulls himself out of your mouth and pushes you back against the bed. “stupid girl, already cock dumb and couldn’t wait.” he seethes, his hands gripping your sides.

“wanna be fucked like a slut, yeah?” you nod your head vigorously up at him. chenle scoffs harshly, but you don’t miss the way he smiles down at you with so much love.

one thing about chenle was, no matter how harsh his words may seem towards you during sex, he would always have the most loving smile on his face or so much love in his eyes just to make sure you knew he wouldn’t actually call you that to hurt you.

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fanficbtss13 · 2 months

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Contract

<Babygirl series> [2]

JJK (JEON JUNGKOOK) ONE SHOT SMUT.

⚠️ WARMING: DO NOT read if you are not used to smut and mature content or if you are not an adult.

DO NOT copy.

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CONTRACTED BABYGIRL

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She sat on the bed, all bored. So basically it was actually really boring being in a contracted life for 1 year with a man who is the CEO of the biggest fashion company in Korea.

1 year? Well yes, it was the fourth day in his house, all you have to be is a cute little girl who he will fuck till the end of the contract. He was out for a business trip after discharging you in his house and your room, as usual, it was a soft aesthetic like you have and unlike what he has.

One time you were wondering in his house and the maids were literally just ignoring you after giving you clothes to wear and food to eat so you were really bored, you came across a room and opened it, it was really different from yours, by the things and furniture inside the room, you knew it was his room.

You were lying on your bed as you stared at the ceiling, you can't even go out without his permission. Even though you haven't been in a physical step with him yet.

You heard a car pull up on the driveway of the mansion and you peeked through your light-colored silk curtains from your window, he came out of the car with some shopping bags with his own company's logo and he walked inside the house.

You felt a bit scared and nervous to meet him because he has that so-called cold face with seriousness included which always makes you think he can do anything which he actually can.

You step back and slowly walk out of your room, you are wearing just a top and pyjama pants as you open the door and walk out of your room, looking down at the living room as he tiredly takes off his tie and goes towards his room which was near the living room meanwhile yours was upstairs.

He glanced up at you still seriousness plaster on his face and went inside his room. You walked back inside your room and scrolled through your phone and you heard a knock on the door so you locked your phone and opened the door, Jungkook was again in casual clothes this time, wearing a t-shirt and a pyjama and he pulled his hand forward to hand three bags of the same shopping bags you saw when he entered the mansion.

"I bring some clothes for you and you are doing a fashion show in front of me with them." He said and walked inside making you step back as he stared dead into your eyes making you hella nervous.

But little did you know his heart was racing, he was giving a face that was deadly serious but deep down he was trying not to blush. You nodded took the bags and went inside the dressing room as he sat on your bed waiting for you, looking around your room.

"Cute." He whispered to himself seeing everything in pink purple or light blue, inhaling the sweet scent of yours which was mixed with the new furniture of your room.

So there were three dresses for you, one was a simple yet short sexy dress and the other one was a short blouse like top with shorts, and the last one was a nightgown, designed like a kitten costume with cat ears too. You took and wore the simple one and walked out of the dressing room, showing it to him.

He smiled, it was a mix of smirk and genuine smile as he stared at you and lean back a bit placing his hands on the mattress. "How do I look?" You asked in a low voice and he hummed.

"Not bad, next." He said in a bit of a playful voice you turn around just to make him stare in shock at your ass, it was poking out because of the shortness of the dress. And you knew you were affecting him. He gulped lightly and you closed the door behind you and wore the next one, the short blouse and shorts.

You walk out and adjust your hair a bit and his eyes sharpen, he was feeling aroused just by your belly which was in full display. The thought of just touching you was making him wild. To take your little body in his arms and feel the soft skin against his hands.

"Jungkook?" You asked as he was just staring, not saying anything. He looked up at you, "I did choose the right clothes for you didn't I?"

He chuckled lightly and checked out your body up and down again. "Next." He said in a bit deep and low voice as you felt a shiver run down your spine.

You turn around and he is just still staring at your body you close the door behind you again and change into the last dress he brought you, it has net cups for breasts and even the skirt area was so short as if you will just sit and spread your legs a bit, your pussy will be on display, you wear the dress and the cat ears which with it and walk out only to make him drop his jaw.

His breath caught in his throat and you were looking so cute and he hurriedly looked at your hands. He also brought the cat gloves but you were not wearing them, you adjusted the cat ears properly and he stood, you looked so small and cute in his eyes as he went forward and took your hand.

He dragged you inside the dressing room and checked the bags making your heart flustered by his touch and confused by his actions.

"What is it?" You asked and at the end, he found the cat hand gloves and made you wear them.

"You maybe forgot this earlier. Now I am outside, come out, walking like a little cat you are, baby girl." He said in a low voice and walked out of the room making you fluster even more, your cheeks were bright red as you walked out again.

It was as if his eyes were making hearts just like in cartoons as you walked and stood in front of him. A bit far from him though. He can feel his cock getting hard seeing your breasts translucently visible from the cat dress which he didn't notice before and your cat gloves and ears were so cute and sexy at the same time.

"Come here, my meow meow baby girl.." He said with a smirk as he pulled him hand forward and took your wrist pulling you closer to him, making you sit on his lap and smirk even wider seeing your blushing cheeks.

"Say meow." He said in a demanding voice and you looked at him shyly and made kitten hands and meowed.

"Meow."

"Oh! Cute.." he said as he nuzzled his face on your neck. His hands were sliding slowly over your tights making your heart skip a bit and his heart was beating like that too.

"How about we do it now? If you are ready?" He pulled away his hands and caressed your waist and his gaze was changing from your eyes and lips for the second time.

You looked away, feeling nervous and he chuckled lightly at your shyness. "I don't know, if you want to you can." You shrugged and he nodded slowly and held your chin.

"My little meow meow baby girl is going to fucked by his contracted boyfriend, isn't she?" He whispered against your ear and his hands slowly slid over the thin sleeves of the kitten outfit and he slid it off. Making it slide till your waist, exposing your pretty breasts to his animal eyes. He finds you cute and sexy at the same time, all he wanted is to eat you up and fuck you like an animal, like there is no tomorrow.

You gulped, your heart was beating like crazy and you could feel heat radiating between your legs as he cupped your breast with one hand and the other one was still holding your chin making you stare into his eyes as he just wanted to do all the things he wanted to do while you stare in his eyes "You are so pretty, I wish I could have you forever." He whispered as he pressed his lips on you making your eyes widen with his words.

His lips were moving hungrily yet gently on yours and pulled you even closer by your waist and pulled away after a while making you breathless and stared at you while you were breathing heavily, teasing your nipples between his middle and index finger making your breath hiss a bit and he took a deep breath.

"Tell me you are ready, I can't take it anymore. I want you to beg for more after what I will do to you.." He nuzzled his face onto your neck again, this time giving wet kisses and he caressed your tights gently, near your core but not touching it even with accident, waiting for a yes from you.

"I am," you said in a low voice making his eyes open in anticipation and before you knew it he had you bending over the bed for him, your left cheek pressing on pillows and he was holding your hip, making it curve out for him and he moved the skirt of your cat dress up above your ass and on your lower back.

Exposing your panties and he took it off and now you were exposed to his eyes and his finger entered your pussy and his thumb on your clit making you moaned.

"You are really beautiful, my little baby girl." He said in a low seductive voice making you moan lightly again he took off his pyjama and stroked his hard cock a few times before pressing it over your clit, teasing.

"Um... You know what? No matter what the shitty contract says, I will make you mine, and I definitely think my big bare cock would be a great start for this plan of mine." He caressed your ass as he was earning moans from you by teasing your clit with his cockhead.

Before you could say anything, he pushed inside you with a groan and made you gasp "My meow meow is so tight!" He said with gritted teeth, his voice was like he was waiting for this moment. He started thrusting as his fingers tighten on the soft skin of your ass.

"Jungkook, please we can't be together forever." You said with a low cracking voice as he started thrusting a bit faster.

"Please, my little meow meow, I need this, I need you. I need you as mine." He said as he closed his eyes and slammed his hips harder then before as he completed his sentence, and you let out a crying, pleasuring gasp. "Forever as mine!"

He continued moving fast as you were moaning and gasping with pleasure, his one hand holding your long hair, rolling it once around his knuckles but not painfully as he started thrusting faster making you gasp and whimper louder he was groaning with pleasure, hearing your moans and whimpers was making him lose control so much as he growled again. "Baby girl, now you will be my meow meow forever!"

He slammed against your ass, hitting your cervix deep, as he released, making you his forever now. He slowed down his thrusts deep inside you and moved deeper to be closer to you as much as possible as he was emptying himself inside you. His hands were shaky with his orgasm as he caressed your ass and was still buried deep inside you.

You both caught your breath and after that, he slowly lowered your ass and your lower belly was now pressing on the mattress as he lay on top of your back as his cock was still deep inside you.

"I promise to make you never cry even worse, not loving you. I will love you and care for you forever, baby girl. Please say yes, and if you will say no, I promise I will just end the contract right now, and if you get pregnant, you can abort the child." He said as he slowly pulled out of you and turned you around only earning a soft smile from you and a bit teary eyes by the intense lovemaking earlier.

"Fine, I will be yours forever.." you said and he wiped tears from your eyes. "Thank you, my little meow meow!" He said in a really happy and charming voice and he nuzzled his face on your neck again and inhaled your scent.

"How about a round two, meow meow? I swear if you say yes this time again, you will be cumming over my face,"

The nicknames he gave you, were making you fluster so much, 'Baby girl' is okay but 'meow meow' was so cute and sexy to hear at the same time.

He made you blush for the 100th time as he pulled you close to his chest while kissing your neck and you eventually said it. "Yes, why not." You said in a playfully and teasing voice and he smirked.

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