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multifandom-worlds · 7 months

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Hey honey! Can I request reader x Bucky with some period comfort? Mine are always horrendous and I’m sick the whole time. 😭

The Pains of Being a Woman

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: well you know, period sex, self-conscousness and talk of inadequacy.

Authors Note: Well, this defitely took a turn I was not expecting when I first saw your request as you are well aware. I hope this is enough... comfort for you! Written from Bucky's POV

Every month, like clockwork, my fiance ends up curled up in bed, miserable and sick due to her period. Those seven days are absolute hell for her; she’s unable to work, can barely keep food down, and can handle moving from the bed to the bathroom. Every month is terrible, but she seemed to have a worse time than usual this time. I will never understand her pain, but I know someone who could - actually, a few someones.

“Natasha! Wanda! I need your help; where are you?”

I walk around the compound, trying to find the only two other women I like despite having several women around at a time. I found them in the kitchen, interestingly enough, discussing my wife. “You two, I need help. She’s worse today than in several months, and I don’t know how to help. She’s currently napping in bed with the heating pad, but I want to do more. What can I do?”

“Do what you do best. Make her cum.” Natasha said very matter-of-factly. “Orgasms help with cramping, and the dopamine rush will help, even for a few moments. Plus, she doesn’t like to admit it, but her period leaves her feeling incredibly undesirable to you; this is a way you can prove too that you are still attracted to her.”

I thought about it, trying to work out the logistics of how it would work before deciding on a warm shower. It’s not like we’ve never done it in the shower before; I know the best way to make it work. “Thank you, Nat; I appreciate the advice,” I say before quickly dashing upstairs to start the water before waking her up gently.

Kissing her cheek gently, I whisper in her ear, loud enough to wake her up but soft enough not to startle her. “Hey, babydoll, get up. I have a shower going for you; it’ll help, trust me.” She groans in response, sliding deeper under the mountain of covers she has piled on her body. A soft laugh escapes my lips as I slide my arms underneath to retrieve her from her cocoon of warmth and comfort.

She groans but doesn’t put up a fight to get out of my grasp. I place her on the bathroom floor's cold tile before grabbing two towels. She looks at me curiously. Before she even had to ask, I already knew what she was curious about. “I thought I would join you if that’s okay by you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t…I don’t wear tampons when I’m home. Are you sure you want to join me? Plus. I’m so bloated; why would you want to look at me, let alone touch me?” She questions, nervously looking down. I walk back over to her, hooking my finger under her chin and forcing her to look up at me.

“Babydoll, I have been with you for years; your period has never made me disgusted or uncomfortable. It’s a fact of life,” I smile, carefully slipping my hands under her shirt and pulling it over her head. She removes the rest of her clothes before stepping into the shower, sighing contently as the warm water rains down on her.

I watch her momentarily, admiring her perfect body, when she notices I haven’t joined her like I mentioned I would. “You’re not joining me, Bucky? It’s because I’m bloated, isn't it? God, why am I so stupid? Why did I honestly believe someone like you, looking like all sorts of sculpted from marble, would want someone like me.”

“Babydoll,” I say calmly before slipping from my clothes. “Whatever your brain is saying to you is wrong. You are not stupid; I was admiring all your fucking perfect curves, and that's why I was not getting in.” I place my hands on her hips as I step into the shower behind her, slipping one hand around her hips, the other encasing her shoulders, pulling her body tight to mine.

She squeaks slightly, feeling my lips brush against her neck, her hands gripping onto my thighs. “W-what are you doing, Bucky…did you forget I was on my period…?” She asks hesitantly, melting into my chest the way she always does.

The hand that rests on her hips trails down her pelvis before gently brushing against her clit while I subtly grind against her perfect ass. “What do you think I’m doing babydoll? Can I not fuck my woman in the shower?” I punctuate my question by slipping my finger along her folds, making her squirm in my arms.

“But..?” She begins to protest, but I quickly relocate my hand from her shoulders to gently gripping her neck. “But nothing, doll.” Repositioning us so her hands were on the wall before her, I wrapped a hand around her thigh, lifting her leg. “I want to make my girl feel something other than pain.”

“But I’m not toned like I usually am; how could you even get hard when looking at me?”

How had I never realized how little she felt about herself? How had I gone years without realizing it? I carefully arrange myself, slowly grinding against her ass, rock-hard cock brushing against her folds, begging for entrance. “There is never a time I am with you that I am not imagining the feeling of you around me, sheathed entirely inside you, doll; you are the most perfect woman I have ever seen.”

She moans softly, grinding her hips against me, whimpering slightly. “Please, Bucky…please fuck me. I need to feel you stretch me out. I need some sort of release, please!”

That was all the consent I needed before aligning with her entrance and pushing into her. The gasp that left her mouth was erotic and almost broke the little control I had left. Slowly pushing inside her, I peppered her shoulder and neck with kisses until I was ultimately inside her, relishing in the tight warmth of her perfect cunt. A few moments passed, enough for her to get accustomed to me; she gave me the all-clear to start moving.

“Bucky… fuck fuck fuck, please don’t stop. I’m so close, so painfully close.” She whined, her voice strained and filled with a deep need. Who was I to deny her what she craved? I speed up, rubbing quicker circles on her clit, pulling that well-deserved climax out of her.

I groaned in her ear, craving the delicious drag her cunt offered as I slowly picked up speed, gripping her thigh, no doubt leaving bruises on her delicate flesh, but I didn’t care; I was going to make my woman cum one way or another. I rub gentle circles around her clit, earning increasingly more desperate moans to tumble from her lips. She places her hands on the shower walls, keeping herself upright and balanced.

“I won’t let you fall, doll,” I whispered in her ear, increasing my pace and slowly pulling her climax from her body. She whimpers and moans, her walls clenching around me deliciously. “Gods, you are so perfect,” I whisper again, gently sucking the sweet spot below her ear. It was taking all my self-control not to finish right now. I slowed but increased the power behind each thrust, rough and strong.

Her walls spasm as a blissed-out cry falls from her lips as the coil in her belly snaps, opening the floodgates. Slowing down my thrusts, I help her ride out her high, hugging her tight to my body as I release her leg from my punishing grip, rubbing soothingly along her thigh and kissing her shoulder.

“You took me so well, doll. You never cease to amaze me with how well you can take me; I am in awe of you.” I mumble against her skin, running my hands up her belly, resting there while she comes down from her high. “I love you, doll, on and off your period. Now let's get you something to eat, then we can lay in bed for the rest of the day.”

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dabuggh3 · 1 month

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One of the biggest reasons I love Hamzah is because that man would not give a fuck on how you look. If he’s in love with you he sees no flaws in you. So I got inspired to write this. Enjoy!!!🤭💗

You and Hamzah were going out for a date. You guys had both been busy and but finally you guys could go out somewhere fun. But as you try on your dress you can’t help but think of how bloated you look. And once you notice that, your brain starts rambling on how the rest of your body looks.

Maybe your arms were too big to wear a strap dress? Maybe you could see your stomach and cellulite too much in this dress? Were your hips always this size? You went on and on until you decided to get out the dress and try something else on. But everything else felt just as horrible. So you stand there in your underwear and bra, tears about to fall out your eyes, just as Hamzah walks in.

“Are you almost re-what’s wrong” he looks at you with soft eyes. “It’s just nothing looks good on me and I..I don’t know” you say trying not to make eye contact because you knew any second you were going to start crying. He notices and immediately knew something was wrong,“ What are you talking about, come here”. He sits on the bed, grabs you by your waist and sits you down on his lap. “ What’s wrong, it’s okay”.

He gives a kiss on your shoulder trailing all the way up to your cheek. He stares waiting till you’re ready to tell him. “ I feel like I look ugly in all my clothes, I put the dress on and I looked so bloated and everything is just wrong”, tears start falling out your eyes. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and swipes your tears, “ what are you even saying right now, you look beautiful”.

You look at him for a split second then look away, “ Yea well you’re just supposed to say that”, you mumble looking down. He grabs your chin softly, “ look at me, why are you talking like that?”. You stare into his eyes and see he is being serious. “ If I was or wasn’t dating you I’d still think you were the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, when have I ever lied to you mhm?”. He tilts his head looking at you.

You start wanting to cry even more. “ Look”, he makes you stand in front of him while he pulls up his shirt to show you his stretch marks, “ you still love me don’t you”. You stare starting to smile,“ Yes a lot”. He grabs you hands and looks up at you,“ So why would I care what you do or don’t have, I love you for you not just for your body”. You start smiling, “ I know I’m sorry”. “Don’t apologize, I just want you to realize how perfect you really”. He stands to give you a kiss on top of your head, “Do you just want to stay home? We can watch movies or play games anything you want hm?”.

You stare at him, “ Are you sure? I feel bad, if you really want to go we can go”. He looks at you, “ No I want to stay home I’m sure”. “okay, are you really sure”, you respond. “ Yes I’m sure, now go put something on or don’t” he playfully smacks your ass while smiling. “ And you know I love you no matter what, right baby?”. You smile,“ Yes” “ Okay good, come on what do you wanna eat tonight?”

sighhhhh I need him

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myperfectfatdads · 19 days

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The Job

I’ve been looking for a job for over a year now. I’m desperate for one, i’m not even picky about it anymore. I just need a job someway to earn money. It was looking pretty hopeless until this company Lyon wanted me to do an advertisement for the new hotel that there opening. The pay was good so I signed up instantly with no hesitation. They’ll probably want a fit guy like me to model in the advertisement I think to myself. They make me sign a contract to make sure I follow all the rules. Damn this thing is long why is there so much stuff to read it’s like a terms and conditions I mean who reads all of it anyways. I mostly just click through it. I only pay attention towards the end of all of it. It states at the bottom that they’re really looking for a man who can represent a lion someone perfect to contribute to the new Lyon hotel. I guess I fall under that category I figured. Clicking it off I sent in my application form.

Monday, they got back to me saying that I’m the perfect candidate for this position. And they ask me again are you sure you wanna go through with this? Not thinking much of it I select yes. Perfect the advertisement will take place a week from now. Great I think to myself as I shut my computer and head to my car to go to the gym. This is gonna be great it think my first real job. On my way to the gym I get a text from my dad inviting me over for dinner. I take up his offer as he’s making his killer buttered chicken tonight. At the gym I do my normal sets but it’s feels a little bit harder tonight. Arriving at my parent’s house the smell of the food made me feel right at home. It was nice to see my parents and to tell them the good news of course. I tell them at the table while eating my food, damn this food is amazing I guess I do really miss my dad’s cooking. Now normally I only have one plate and maybe go up for seconds but tonight something was different I was already on my fifth plate and still stuffing my face. After I was done I give my slightly bloated stomach a pat and wave my parents goodbye. Arriving at home I crash right in bed and drift to sleep.

Tuesday, ah a new day only six more days tell the big, and damn i’m really hungry luckily I brought home leftovers from my dad’s dinner last night. I serve it up and get ready to dive in and dive in I do all of the leftovers are gone within minutes. I can’t hold back can I now. Going to put on my clothes I notice that my shirt feels a little bit tighter as my tummy is poking out a little. I look in the mirror damn my cheeks look chubby I say while rubbing my beard that also needs to be shaved. I gotta take batter care of myself so think as I need to look really good for the job on Sunday. This day goes by in a flash and dinner time already rolls around. This man’s gotta eat I say but nothing in the fridge looks appealing, it’s all to healthy I think. A nice juicy hamburger sounds really good and that’s exactly what I order. 20 minutes later the food arrives. I’m so hungry I can barely resist I tear open the bag and grab a mouthful of fries and shove them into my mouth. I peel open the rapper to the burger and take a nice juicy bite, while drops of ketchup drip onto my shirt. I dive into my second burger my stomach howling at how much food I just consumed, but I didn’t stop there I wanted more I grab the chocolate milkshake I ordered and slurp it down sipping every last drop. I let out a huge burp in relief of finishing that meal my head resting on my newly formed double chin and hands resting on my stomach pushing out trying to escape. I felt like I was in a food coma I couldn’t even move and I didn’t as I slowly drifted asleep right there on my sofa chair.

Wednesday, I jolted awake, shocked at the mess around me what the hell happened as if I was almost unaware of what happened last night. I picked up all of the rappers finding it harder to even more around from my increase in size. I can’t do this anymore I say as I fall into the couch, checking my watch I notice it’s already 4 in the afternoon what the hell happened there’s no way I slept in this late I jolted up as there was still stuff to do one of them being ordering me some new clothes. As my old ones were starting to become quite a tight fit, damn clothes are expensive these days especially for bigger people I think. Grabbing my gut I know that I need to go to the gym but meh i’ll just do it tomorrow as I walk to the kitchen the grab a bag of chips and order an extra large pizza on my phone with bread sticks. When the food arrives I dive in again eating everything in my sight it’s only takes a minute to eat a meal made for a family of four. I’ll just got to the gym tomorrow it’ll be fine.

Thursday, damn this commercial is coming faster then I thought and I am in no need ready for it. I look terrible, I have no more clothes that fit me. Just letting my belly hang freely I notice that it’s gotten a lot hairier; yep it’s definitely time to shave I think but not before breakfast. I whip out some donuts I bought from the store a few days ago. Still fresh I take a bite feeling the creamy feeling touch my tongue. I finish the first one within seconds but I don't mind I still have over 10 left to eat. And that’s exactly what I did shoving them down my throat I didn’t even notice my stomach start to expand even more forming love handles and my pecs starting to soften out becoming my moobs resting on my stomach. My face was getting chubbier by the second and the hair on my body just kept growing. After finishing my dozen donuts I let out a massive burp and rub my gut watching it jiggle up and down.

Friday, waking up in the morning was hard I felt sluggish and tired but I pulled through as the new clothes that I ordered arrived. There was only one problem with them, they didn’t even fit me they looked super small on my and my gut was totally peeking out, I brush it aside as I had more important stuff to do today like making a cake. That’s right i’m going to make a 3 layer cake, i’ve been craving it so much, and I already had all the ingredients to make it. I waddled to the kitchen getting all of the stuff ready as this was going to take up almost my whole day. Making the batter is the longest part, wait or is it letting it cook in the oven ah whatever it doesn’t matter I just can’t wait to dig in I think to myself. The cake takes all day but I couldn’t be happier down it, snaking off little bits of it. I plop myself in bed after a long day of work satisfied as the cake will be ready tomorrow.

Saturday, it really hit me in the morning that the big day is tomorrow. But first of all the cake is ready. Okay normally I stress eat but i’ve never stress eaten this mush I ate the whole 3 layer cake in one sitting, shoving that cake in my face like there was no tomorrow, even though tomorrow was the most important day of my life. After I was finished I waddled over to the bathroom to clean up, in there I realize now much hairier i’ve gotten my whole stomach was full of hair and my beard was super thick. My stomach and legs were huge taking up a lot of free space. Trying to find a nice outfit for the job tomorrow I couldn't seem to find anything that fit all my clothes wouldn’t fit over my gapping stomach. I sign in failure and plopped myself onto the bed getting rest for the big day tomorrow I probably a good idea I say as I drift asleep.

Sunday, today is the big day and I couldn’t be less prepared I was a mess nothing fit me and I look nothing like the guy that they hired to do the photo shoot there gonna think that i’m a catfish or something like that. I sign not being able to come up with something in time I waddle out to my car in defeat and somehow manage to squeeze myself in to the car barely being able to fit. Arriving at the hotel it get out of my car in just my underwear as it’s the only thing that still fits me. I walk in and the guy at the front say you must be Ryan here come up here i’ll show you where the magic happens. Huh he knew who I was right away even by seeing how I look now, they take me to one of the hotel rooms where the photographer is. “You must be Ryan I’m Chace what a pleasure to meet you, seems like the procedure went just great you’ll make the perfect lion, I mean just look at you main.” he says while rubbing my beard. “Now just sit down on the bed so we can start.” Procedure, I have no idea what he’s talking about, plopping my self on the bed I can finally relax knowing that my job is almost over with. The mascot of the Lyon hotel.

#dad bod #weight gain #balding #beer belly #beer bloat #burping #fat belly #hairy belly #fatty

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somedaylazysomeday · 2 months

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Misbehaving - Part Four

Cody is finally back in town! Unfortunately, his timing coincides with Mother Nature.

Commander Cody x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors, do not interact.

Word Count: 5,100

Warnings: Discussions of menstrual cycles and accompanying discomfort, dom/sub undertones, period sex, blindfolds, minor dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex.

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You liked to consider yourself an optimist.

Sure, sometimes things happened that didn’t quite match up with the way you thought they should. There were always bad days and missed opportunities, but for the most part, things worked out.

A grand and ironic exception, of course, was that you had gotten your period just days before your boyfriend would finally be back on the same planet. You were still struggling to put an optimistic spin on that particular situation.

I’ll be there in ten minutes.

The message was glaring up at you from the screen of your comlink. You hadn’t told Cody what was going on, and you weren’t exactly sure why. He was familiar enough with human biology to know that most females had a menstrual cycle and it wasn’t exactly something he could hold against you.

Still, some combination of irritation and denial had kept you from telling him outright. It was going to be a terrible surprise, you thought morosely, especially given that he liked to be welcomed home between your thighs.

Two sharp knocks on the door sounded and you glanced over at the chrono. Yep, ten minutes from the holomessage, almost to the second. You hauled yourself up from the couch, grimacing at the way gravity pulled on everything between your legs.

When you opened the door, Cody was standing there. He was proper as always, helmet under one arm and warmth filling his dark eyes. “Ma’am. May I come in?”

It was the typical playacting you did when he came over. Cody had insisted on it for ‘plausible deniability’ reasons. You had tried explaining to him that your neighbors weren’t the kind to watch arrivals through peepholes, but he wouldn’t listen. It was very Cody - when he decided on something, nothing short of a GAR command could make him change his mind. (Even then, he would probably want to debate.)

“Yeah,” you agreed, leaning against the wall. Not only did it move you slightly out of his way, but it also took some pressure off your aching spine.

It was a less elaborate welcome than you usually offered, and Cody’s brow twitched before he stepped inside. The door slid shut automatically behind him, leaving the two of you in sudden privacy.

“Good to see you, mesh’la,” Cody greeted, hands sliding around your waist. You still felt bloated, but the warmth of his hands was soothing. “You look beautiful.”

You snorted before you could help it. You hadn’t felt like putting on anything flattering, especially since you had bled on the last two pairs of pants you had worn. That meant you were dressed in clothes that were one wash away from being tossed into a garbage chute, and at least two sizes too big.

“I’m a mess right now.”

Cody smiled at you, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve never seen anything more perfect.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to reply. He was being nice, painfully nice, but you felt so terrible that being called perfect only made you think about how far from perfect you felt.

Cody’s eyes searched your face. Whatever he found there made his smile fade, which made you feel even worse. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You look upset.”

“I’m-” You took a breath, trying not to let yourself cry. “I’m not having a good day.”

“Tell me what I can do to make it better.”

It came out like an order, and you bit your lip. You weren’t sure if you would have said something rude or burst out in tears, but neither option were how you wanted the evening to go.

“Change the laws of nature?” Your suggestion made Cody’s head tilt slightly. You scrubbed at your face. “I’m sorry. I’m on my period right now and it’s not fun. Not your fault and I don’t mean to take it out on you.”

“Hey, don’t worry about that,” Cody soothed. “Why don’t you sit back down. Where does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt, not anymore,” you told him. “I had some cramps right before everything started, and the first two days are always awful, but now it’s just blood and bloat and misery.”

Cody urged you back over toward the couch, and you settled into the tangle of blankets you had surrounded yourself with before he got there. The apartment was a mess, now that you took a moment to look around. You were a mess, why would your home be any different? “I’m sorry, Cody.”

“You’ve already apologized once, and that was one time more than necessary,” he replied, settling onto the couch beside you. “What are you apologizing for, mesh’la?”

“I just-” Your eyes watered again as you tried to verbalize it. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your leave.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Cody seemed utterly unbothered, but how could he be? He had been looking forward to this just as much as you were. “We’re on leave for the better part of a week. We have time. Besides, the galaxy isn’t going to fall to pieces just because we won’t have sex tonight.”

The finality of that made your chest ache. You were tired and your self-esteem was low, but the hormones were also whirling around inside of you. Most of them were going toward making you mildly irrational, but there were enough left over to make you lonely and long to be filled.

“I was really looking forward to being with you,” you whined, still trying not to cry. “I missed you so much. In more ways than one.”

Cody smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I know, sweetheart, and that means everything to me. But I want you happy and comfortable. If that means that we don’t sleep together tonight, I’m fine with that.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” You hiccuped. “It’s that I’m… You know…”

“Does it hurt?” he asked with a frown.

“No, but-” You cut off, frowning. Had you missed something? It certainly seemed like you had. “I’m still bleeding. And not just a little bit.”

Cody paused, eyes searching your expression. Whatever he found there, his brow smoothed. Carefully, he said, “You know, I don’t mind a bit of blood. If you want to be together, I’m happy to-”

“Ugh,” you interrupted, aghast. “You would want to fuck me on my period?”

“Not if you don’t want me to. But yes, I want you. Like I said, I’m not worried about a little blood.”

“What if it’s not just a little?” you asked, heart picking up. “My period isn’t light.”

Cody shrugged. “And? Point is, mesh’la, my plans don’t need to change if you don’t want them to.”

You thought about it for a long moment. You didn’t love the idea of having sex on your period, but not because of any real reason. It had always just seemed like a taboo. But if you wanted Cody and Cody wanted you… Well, it seemed silly to turn him away because of some outdated societal norms.

“And you’re sure it doesn’t bother you?”

Since he had already said as much in several different ways, you wouldn’t have blamed Cody if he’d gotten impatient or sarcastic with you, but he didn’t. Instead, he was patient and steady as ever as he reassured, “No, it doesn’t bother me. I want to be with you.”

You melted, leaning in with your face tipped up to his so he could kiss you more easily. And he did, pressing his smiling lips to yours until you were well and truly lost in it. All of your worried and inhibitions had disappeared from your mind… until Cody’s wandering hands crept between your thighs and pressed against the thick pad you were wearing.

Suddenly, horrified embarrassment filled you. Did he think it was weird that you were wearing a pad instead of a tampon? How long had it been since you’d changed it? What if you smelled bad? What if you had a blood clot when he was trying to fuck you?

You broke away from him, hiding your face against his shoulder. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Apparently, Cody understood the muffled question immediately, since he didn’t ask you to repeat yourself. “Why?”

It was a fair question, and you searched yourself to get an honest answer. “The blood might not bother you, but I think it bothers me.”

Cody was quiet for a moment. “What if I blindfold you?”

“What?” The question was unexpected enough to jar you out of your self-consciousness, and you pulled back to stare at him.

Your lover looked calm and helpful, not at all the expression you would have expected from someone who just offered to blindfold you. Granted, you and Cody had done far more adventurous things in your time together…

“I can blindfold you,” he repeated. “If you want to fuck but don’t like the idea of seeing the blood, a blindfold can make sure we’re good. You can get the relief you want without worrying about the drawbacks. I won’t force you, I’m just saying it’s an option.”

Your pussy gave a throb at the idea of being stretched by him, and you did your best to ignore the trickle of blood that left you. “I think that would be perfect.”

Cody’s smile was beatific, and he squeezed your hand as he stood. “Give me a second to get everything set up and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

You watched him leave. You didn’t love that he was wearing shoes and full armor in your apartment, but you couldn’t help but admire the way his boots gave a hint of strut to his step. Besides, if he could make you forget about your general misery, you would gladly clean the floor and call it a fair trade.

While Cody was working in your bedroom, you occupied yourself in straightening up the living room. Food wrappers went in the waste can, your glass of water went in the sink, and you managed to fold two blankets before you decided it wasn’t worth the effort.

“Cody?” you asked, with a soft knock on the door to your bedroom. “Are you-? Wow.”

Cody turned to look at you over his own shoulder. He studied the towel he had laid out on the bed, frowning. “Is this not okay? I can choose a different one. I just thought the color-”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. The dark purple towel had seen better days, so even if you couldn’t remove any stains, it was no big loss. Besides, you would sacrifice every towel you owned if Cody would just let you take a holoimage of him like this.

Your lover had stripped off half of his body glove, leaving it to hang from his waist while his upper body was on full display. The lamp on the bedside table had been turned down low, and the dim light played beautifully against the swells and dips of his muscular arms and torso. He had pulled pillows and additional blankets to surround the towel, clearly intent on making you as comfortable as possible, and a silk scarf from your closet was neatly folded on the bedside table, ready to be used as a blindfold.

“Everything look okay, mesh’la?” Cody asked.

You suddenly realized you had been staring, and nodded to break the spell he had unknowingly cast over you. “Looks fine to me.”

Cody held out a hand, half-kneeling on the bed already. “Then the only thing missing is you. Ready?”

You had already taken his hand when you balked. “Actually, I should use the ‘fresher…”

“Do you need to use the refresher?” he asked.

“Well, no…” you hedged. “But I could probably do with a little cleanup before we get started.”

“If that’s what you need to feel comfortable.”

You retreated to the refresher attached to your room and did what you could to freshen yourself up, but your period was still heavy enough that you weren’t going to stay clean for more than a few minutes at best.

“Feeling better?” Cody asked when you joined him in the bedroom once more.

“Nervous.”

He frowned then. “Nervous? What are you nervous about?”

“That you’re going to be grossed out,” you answered hesitantly. “If you are, it’s fine. We can just stop. You know that, right?”

Cody nodded, his mouth pressed into a grim line. It was only when he started speaking that you realized it was held that way to fight back a smile. “Yes, sweet girl. I know that. I can also promise that I know what I’m getting into. This is hardly the first time I’ve been with someone who’s on their cycle.”

You blinked. That… was something you had never considered. And it did make you feel better. You didn’t love thinking of Cody with other people, but if he had done this before, he probably wasn’t going to run screaming at the first sight of blood.

Whether or not you would was still up for debate.

Your shoulders settled. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Cody nodded. His hand extended out again, and this time, you took it. He drew you gently toward the bed, helping you position yourself when you laid down. Your hips were centered on the towel while your shoulders were well-supported by the pillows Cody had arranged for you.

When he joined you, Cody was careful not to rest any of his weight on you. Instead, he lay stretched out beside you, supporting himself on one arm as he leaned in to kiss you. You relaxed into that kiss, the tension leaving your muscles even faster than it had before. One hand rose without your permission, cradling Cody’s jaw and toying with the near-invisible stubble you found there.

Cody gave a satisfied little sigh at the feeling of your fingers on his skin, kissing you deeper. Simultaneously, he let himself explore you with the hand he wasn’t using to support himself.

You were fine - eager, even - when his touch traced along your collarbone, but you tensed when he reached your sensitive breasts. However, Cody was as gentle as ever. He cradled the weight of each breast in his hand in turn, brushing your nipples with the edge of his thumb. When he continued working downward, however, you found it impossible to stay relaxed.

His fingers had just crept under the waistband of your pants when you tensed, breaking the kiss. “Cody?”

“I know, mesh’la,” Cody soothed you. He removed his hand, reaching for the bedside table. When he turned fully back toward you, he was holding your silk scarf. “Are you ready for me to blindfold you, sweet girl?”

“Yes.” You weren’t, but you trusted Cody with every part of you. Even your sight.

That was probably why you were so nervous about this, you reflected, watching the silken material grow closer until you had to close your eyes against it. For all of the ways you and Cody had experimented with limitations - restraints, certain forms of address, even some minor breath play - you had never given up a sense with him. No matter what had been happening between you, you had always been able to clearly see it coming.

You were smiling despite yourself when Cody finished tying the material behind your head. Perhaps it was only your imagination, but you swore you could feel him pause when he sat back. “What is it?”

“Just…” You paused, trying to articulate it. “It’s funny - all the things we’ve done together and being blindfolded is the first time I think I’ve been truly nervous.”

“Nervous?” Cody repeated. Out of the darkness, something brushed your cheek and you jumped violently. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you. How do we make you feel more in control? Maybe you should tell me what I can do and when.”

It was a clever solution, but it also sounded like it would take a lot of effort, and you weren’t sure you had the mental capacity at the moment. “Maybe you could tell me what you’re going to do before or while you’re doing it?”

“I can do that, and you can tell me if you need me to stop or to touch you differently,” he assured, thumb brushing the top of your cheekbone. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

You were smiling when Cody’s lips pressed against yours. The kiss was clumsy at first, and you blamed your fumbling on the fact that you couldn’t see him drawing closer to you. But soon enough, the two of you fell into a steady, comfortable rhythm.

When you felt a touch against the top of your mound, you jumped and Cody pulled away to bite out a curse. “Sorry, mesh’la. I already got distracted. I won’t forget again.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured, but Cody wasn’t having it.

“No, these are the rules for this session. I won’t forget again.” The promise was delivered from much closer than he had been before, and you could feel the heat of Cody’s breath against your throat. “I’m going to touch you.”

That time, you expected the brush of Cody’s fingers. Even with the way he was mouthing down the side of your neck, you couldn’t keep a frown from your face. Everything was about to become very real.

He explored along the edge of the pad you were wearing, making you squirm at the warmth of his touch. When he had traced down and between your legs, Cody’s voice rumbled into the very bones of your shoulder. “You ready for me to take these off, princess?”

You nodded. Apparently, Cody wasn’t going to make you answer him verbally. All he said in response was, “Lay back for me.”

As you did as Cody asked, there was a slight tugging sensation at your waistline. Cody prompted, “Lift your hips for me and we can get started.”

After so much time obeying Cody’s orders in the bedroom, your body wasn’t exactly waiting for your input. Your hips raised automatically, helping him ease your underwear down your legs. It was gone, then, and you were jarred by the realization that you had no idea if he had placed them next to you or thrown them across the room.

“Did you put those somewhere they won’t be smearing blood on the floor?” you asked. Did it threaten the mood? Yes, but so would having to scrub dried blood out of your carpet later.

“Of course,” Cody assured you, pressing a kiss to your hip. “Relax. Let me take care of everything. Do you trust me?”

“Always.”

“Good girl.” Another kiss to your hip, then a third on the swell of your lower stomach.

“Cody?” you asked. A light hum answered you. You would have felt ridiculous, but you could feel his breath on the part of you where your belly turned into your mound. “If you use your mouth on me, I’m going to throw up.”

A pause. “At the feeling or the idea?”

“The idea, mostly.”

“Then I won’t,” Cody agreed. From the sound of his voice, he had moved further up your body. “I am going to use my fingers on you, though. Non-negotiable. I want to do some extra prep work with you on your cycle.”

You nodded again. You knew better than to argue with Cody when he was using that tone of voice. It wouldn’t get you anywhere and would just end with you both being frustrated. As a peace offering, you parted your thighs for him. The slight roughness of the towel until your bare hips was odd, but all you could focus on was that Cody was probably staring at your core.

“Are you ready for me to start touching your pussy?”

This isn’t dirty talk, you reminded yourself. Cody’s just trying to keep communication open and effective. Apparently, that didn’t matter to your brain, which insisted on classifying the question as being flirty and daring. You were already blooming for him when you nodded.

“Let me hear that pretty voice, sweetheart.”

Well, that certainly didn’t help anything. You had to swallow hard before you trusted yourself to say, “Yes, I’m ready.”

There was a pause, just long enough to make you wonder whether Cody was going to make you repeat him verbatim before he would move on. Thankfully, he took pity on you and brushed fingertips across your slit.

Your breath caught in your throat, hips canting upward as if you could find his fingers and force him into you. The sudden, savage surge of want surprised you. The neediness that came with your cycle was nothing new, but faced with the prospect of having those needs met - and met far better than your fingers or toys could manage - was driving your body to previously unknown levels of desperation.

“That feel good, princess?”

You wanted to laugh at the idea that he even had to ask, but all you could manage was a dry sounding, “Yes.”

“Then let me give you a little more.”

Cody’s stroke was firmer that time, working his way from the bottom of your sex to the hood of your clit. It managed to feel even more dazzling than the first touch had, and you gave a soft moan. That was unusually desperate for you, confirmed by the disbelief in Cody’s low chuckle.

“My poor little mesh’la needed this even more than I realized,” he mused. “Enough teasing, yeah?”

The tips of his fingers were at your entrance the next moment, though only one of them pushed inside of you. You were eager for more, but had to admit that one finger felt formidable. The sheer amount of lubrication coating your channel and lips helped ease the way, and you stubbornly refused to think about what else could be causing that wetness.

Cody worked you slowly with that single finger, patiently petting and stretching you until your inner muscles relaxed enough for him to slip in a second one. You huffed out a breath at the stretch.

What you hadn’t expected was that being blindfolded forced you to focus more on your other senses. You could feel Cody moving inside of you, of course, but you also felt the way his knuckles occasionally brushed up against your lips. You could hear how wet you were, but also that Cody occasionally held his breath as he watched you take him ever-deeper. His body lay warm against the length of your left leg, and you grabbed his forearm simply to feel the way the muscles and tendons worked as he stretched you.

Your introspection was cut off when Cody pushed a third finger into you. Your mouth dropped open, a keening noise escaping you as the stretch rapidly went from shocking to uncomfortable to intense to orgasmic. Before you could even begin to warn him, you were tightening around Cody’s fingers and blindly panting out your orgasm.

When the roaring in your ears faded, Cody was still stroking into you. His motions had slowed significantly, but the steady push-pull of his fingers was threatening to build you right back into another orgasm.

“Cody, please,” you begged, limbs too lax to pull him away.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Cody asked. His hand slowed even further, but he didn’t entirely stop.

“You.” It came out in a gasp, but clear enough to be understood.

“Always so perfect for me.” Cody’s fingers pulled free of you, and you heard the unmistakable sound of him taking off the rest of his body glove. “Do you need anything else from me before I-?”

“No,” you interrupted hastily. “Please, Cody, I just need-”

“Shh… I know what you need, sweet girl.” Your thighs were pushed wider - wide enough to accommodate him between them. A blunted head prodded at your entrance and you canted your hips. Cody’s hands closed around your hips, holding you steady. “Be patient. I don’t want to push you into going faster than you should.”

You sobbed out a breath as he slowly speared into you. Cody was gracefully proportioned, but some magic of your period or the blindfold - or a combination of both - made you feel his length more intensely than you could remember feeling before. He was sinking into your channel at an achingly slow pace, but that just seemed to emphasize the way he stretched you, forcing you wide around him.

When he bottomed out in you, you froze at the intensity of the full feeling in your lower belly. If you could have removed your hands from his shoulders, you would have pressed them to your stomach. You wondered if you could have felt him lodged in your guts.

But instead, you clung to Cody. Your fingernails bit into his skin as you used him as both a source of solidity and a handle so that you could move more freely. Your feet were still resting on the mattress, giving you the leverage you needed to push your hips up, and you ground your pelvis against him.

Cody’s grip loosened enough to let you do it, then tightened again as he groaned. “You’re killing me, mesh’la.”

“I’m killing you?” you asked, disbelievingly. “Cody, please, I need you to start moving or I’m going to explode.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “But you’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“I promise.”

Cody took you at your word. He pinned your hips to the bed and started to move. He couldn’t seem to decide whether he wanted to use long, pounding strokes or shorter, deeper ones. He ended up with a combination of both, which you found both hard to anticipate and intensely sexy.

You couldn’t stay quiet under the onslaught of pleasure. Admittedly, you weren’t trying very hard, but neither was Cody. He was making his opinions clear, a combination of curses, moans, and praises falling from him. The only time either of you were quiet was when one or the other had initiated a kiss.

Cody panted above you and you picked up on the particularly desperate rasp of it. He was close. That was perfect, since you were also close, but you wanted to see him.

“Cody,” you said. Cody groaned your name in response, and you realized you needed to be more specific. “Cody, wait.”

He froze halfway inside of you. “What is it? Do you need to stop?”

“No, I just need you to take off my blindfold.”

There was a beat of silence. “Are you sure? What about the blood?”

Something in your chest shrank at the reminder that you were on your period and that the scene between your legs probably looked a lot more graphically violent than you had been imagining. Even so, you nodded. “I won’t look. I want to see you. That matters more to me than making sure I don’t see the blood.”

“Give me a moment, sweetness,” Cody requested. The next thing you felt was the gentle brush of his fingers against the back of your head, then the scarf was lifting away from your face. You studied Cody’s face eagerly, taking in every expression and line.

You didn’t realize you had a lovesick smile on your face until Cody returned the expression. With a gentle brush of your fingers over his cheek, you said, “There you are.”

Cody nuzzled into your hand - an oddly sweet gesture considered he was balls deep inside of you. “Better?”

“Much,” you agreed, rolling your hips experimentally. The brief pause hadn’t killed the mood entirely, and the fire in your blood roared back to life. “Mmmm… I’m close.”

“Me, too.” Cody withdrew partially from you, pushing back in before pulling out a little further, then doing it again. Eventually, he was thrusting into you with luxurious, full-length strokes that almost seemed to be stroking your insides. Every move managed to brush against your g-spot both when he was pushing in and when he was pulling out, and it wasn’t long before you were panting once more.

“Cody!”

Cody pressed his forehead to yours, filling your entire field of vision as your body shattered for the second time that evening. It felt indescribably different to squeeze your internal muscles around his cock rather than his fingers, and the thought crossed your mind that you could happily come around him for eternity. Of course, the pleasure would probably kill you rather quickly, so ‘eternity’ wouldn’t be that long.

He continued to thrust into you, bucking harder and faster and deeper and stronger until your orgasm stretched long enough to have been your second, third, and maybe your fourth. Cody’s hips lost their rhythm, his brow furrowed, and at last he tore himself from you.

On the rare occasions when Cody didn’t fill you up, you liked to watch him come. There was something so powerful about it, so primal and compelling. But you were still dealing with the aftermath of your extended orgasm, the pleasurable aftershocks, and the inevitable weakness in your muscles that came after a really good time with Cody.

Dampness seeped down from your inner thigh, dripping onto the towel beneath you as Cody’s hand squeezed the large muscle that lined the top of your thigh. “...Fuck.”

You managed a laugh at the harshness of his curse. “You okay?”

“I think I saw the galaxy for a second there.” Cody let out a shuddering breath. “You’re always amazing, but that was entirely different.”

“It was a lot more intense than usual,” you agreed. “Maybe you were right about period sex.”

“Not exactly what I meant, mesh’la,” Cody told you. You glanced at him, surprised that he wasn’t indulging in even a bit of gloating. “You were so strong. I know you weren’t sure about trying it, but I’m glad you did. It was very brave of you. Thank you for trusting me.”

There were a dozen things you wanted to say: that you would always trust him, that there was no one else you could be as confident with, that it was you who should be thanking him. But you settled for a nod, deciding not to try speaking past the lump in your throat.

In lieu of words, you tugged Cody upward until you could kiss him. He would understand everything you wanted to say.

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Author's Note - At this moment, I don't have anything more planned for these two. But every now and again, I'll stumble into an idea that's too perfect not to use, so I won't say never!

Thanks for reading!

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vmartist · 9 months

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Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir x Male Reader:

• the loneliest time •

(Just some quick notes before I continue: This is a college au so everyone is much older than portrayed in the show. You are also a superhero but I won’t be going into specifics as it’s not important and I don’t want to bloat the story more. And this one-shot is based on the song, The Loneliest Time, by Carly Rae Jepson. Basically it’s your song to Adrien’s Careless Whisper😍. (Jokes aside, enjoy!)

Tonight was a patrol night with Ladybug and Cat Noir. You wait on your usual meeting spot, sitting on the edge as you swing your legs back and forth. Soon after you receive a text from them both in the superhero group chat.

Ladybug:Sorry, can’t patrol today but good luck you two!

Cat Noir:Same here, sorry!

You sigh before realizing you forgot about the presentation you had to finish tonight with Adrien. You quickly make your way to his house before de-transforming. When you look at your phone you see several missed calls from him. In a pant you quickly call back. He picks up immediately. “Did you decide to run a marathon before picking up?” He teased.

“Shut up! I’m outside…hurry up and let me in so we can finish our work…” You grumble before hanging up. Soon after Adrien opens the gates for you and leads you to his room.

“You can sit anywhere while I bring my laptop out.” He says while walking over to his school bag. His room looks immaculate, it’s a perfect reflection of him. You decide to take a seat on the couch in front of his giant plasma screen T.V.

“How come you didn’t answer my calls?” He questions while setting his laptop down on the coffee table in front of you both.

“My phone was on silent and I completely forgot until I checked it…” You reply. He squints his eyes at you but takes your answer anyway.

The night goes by smoothly as you both work on the presentation together. Throughout the night you could feel Adrien’s eyes on you but chose to ignore them.

“Did you want something more comfortable?” He asks pointing at your outfit. You look down and notice your still in your clothes from this morning since you didn’t have time to change. “I have some spare clothes you can try? I have a ton of sleep wear from this campaign I did a couple weeks ago…I’ve got a couple sizes just in case.”

“Oh…sure why the hell not? But, are you saying you want me to stay the night?” You ask in a chuckle. He turns around from digging in his closet with a small smirk. “And let you go this late at night? No thanks, you’re safer here.”

He lays out a couple bundles of clothes in front of you. “I chose some based on what you already wear. You can use my personal bathroom over there when you’re ready to change.” He says while pointing behind him.

You nod your head and smile. “Thanks, Adrien.” He hums back in acknowledgement and walks over to the couch and shuts both of the laptops down. You enter the bathroom and get changed. ‘Wow…the material on this feels so nice! Is this what clouds feel like?’ You think to yourself as you rub the clothes between your fingers.

You exit shortly after with your dirty clothes in your arms. “Where did you want me to put these?” He turns to you from the couch. “You can go ahead and put it down there with my other dirty laundry. I’ll have it cleaned and dried.”

The thought of leaving your clothes behind is a bit uncomfortable but even more so considering that you’re not leaving it with just anyone but, the Adrien Agreste….He notices your lost in thought and shifting in place nervously.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay I’m not gonna judge you or anything. Just come over here and relax.” He pats the side beside him. You quickly put the clothes down and sit next to him. “I don’t want you to treat me any differently than you would other people. I already get that treatment from everyone else in my life…” He mutters.

“I’m sorry…I guess I’m worried about disappointing you? As weird as that sounds…” His eyes light up and he shakes his head.

“No I know what you mean.” His eyes watch you for a second before he places a hand on your shoulder.

“You look tense…is something wrong?” He asks while tilting his head at you. You avert your gaze and bite your lip. Your mind is swirling with everything that’s been going on in your life. And there really isn’t anyone who can understand what you’re going through…

“Do you ever feel like…there’s so much pressure on you? Keeping secrets and feeling like you have to hide who you really are?” You ask while leaning into the couch.

“Hah…if there’s anyone who knows that it’s me…” He sighs while leaning back as well. His hand hovers over your leg before returning to his side. “What are you hiding from people?” He questions in a murmur.

“Um…? Oh I just remembered…did you and Marinette ever…?” You ask.

“No.” He immediately replies. “After high school I think she and I were in separate mental spaces. But I heard she’s now dating Luka.”

“Luka? Like the guy that’s in our campus’s band?” Adrien nods with a grin. “Wow…He seems like her type.” You reply while crossing your arms.

“How about you?” He asks. “You seeing anyone?” You promptly shake your head.

“No….I’ve got too much going on right now to consider a relationship.” You respond in a mutter.

He chuckles dryly. “Same.”

There’s now a silence that’s replaced the conversation. It’s welcome as you two gaze outside his window. In the corner of your eye you notice his occasional gaze your way. You’d be lying if you said weren’t looking his way too.

“What’s your secret?” You ask suddenly.

“Oh!? Uhm…” Adrien swallows the lump in his throat. “It’s hard to describe…” Your eyes follow his face for an answer before you trail down to his wrist.

“Wait…is that the friendship bracelet I made for you in grade school?”

Adrien adjusts it and smiles at it fondly. “Yeah it is. I uh…well you were my first friend.”

You snicker and shake your head. “Honestly I thought you forgot about me. After your dad became a household name and all.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You’re such a drama queen.” A stifled laugh slips past his lips.

You side eye him before grabbing a pillow and hitting him. “Takes one to know one!”

Within seconds this starts a small pillow fight. The room’s atmosphere of thick awkwardness is now replaced with laughter and joy. Eventually you find yourselves laying on the ground together, tangled in each other.

“I remember when we used to do this when we were younger…” Adrien whispered as he passed his thumb over your cheek. “What happened to…us? You stopped talking to me once we got into high-school.”

You pull away from him as your lips turned downward. “Listen, I stopped talking to a lot of people so don’t take it personal. I just had a lot going on.”

“Yeah you stop talking to your friends, big deal, but not you’re best friend. You know I hate secrets.”

You groan while rubbing your temples. “You were popular, I figured you’d find yourself a new best friend. I didn’t wanna bother you with my bull shit so I thought it’d be easier to distance myself.”

He wraps his arms around you as he lays his head on your shoulder. “I don’t mind your ‘bull shit’ but seriously…don’t just disappear again I want you here.” His grip tightens slightly.

“Adrien I’m not going anywhere…sorry.” You whisper.

“Sorry for what?” He whispers back in a teasing way.

“I’m not gonna say it now…” You say turning away from him. He pulls you back towards him as he nuzzles himself into your neck. “Aw come on, don’t be like that.”

“Can it Adrien…” You start to close your eyes when you hear Adrien gasp.

You sit up and gasp as well as you watch an akuma floating into Paris.

“Time to t—…I mean…time to use the bathroom! You mind if I use yours real quick?” You chuckle nervously.

“Go ahead…I also have to use the bathroom! I’m gonna use one of the one’s downstairs…” Adrien states before sprinting out of the room.

You quickly enter his bathroom and transform. “Wow he must’ve really had to pee…”

You swing into Paris and meet up with Ladybug and Cat Noir.

“Great now that we’re all here I can form a plan!” Ladybug exclaims while looking over at the akumatized victim.

After a quick fight, Ladybug fixes everything and you all fist bump.

“Pound it!” You all chant before going your separate ways.

However you notice that Cat Noir is going the same direction as you are…You jump through the bathroom window and before you can de-transform Cat Noir enters through the door and you freeze.

“What are you doing here!?” He shouts before gasping. “Wait…don’t tell me…”

You groan and place your palm on your forehead. “You must be Adrien then…am I right?”

He sighs before saying: “Claws in.”

You de-transform as well and avoid his eyes. “I…think it’s time I head home.” You exit the bathroom but before you can leave he grabs your arm.

“Wait! Where are you going?” He asks while tugging your arm towards him.

“Home. Where else, Adrien…or should I call you Cat Noir from now on?” You grumble before shaking him off you and walking out. Adrien watches you leave, hoping you turn around but you don’t.

The following weeks were a wreck. As Adrien he tried to talk to you. That was easy, you could walk away whenever you wanted. But as Cat Noir you had to be there. Ladybug started to notice the change and was quick to call it out.

“Okay, what is going on with you two? Is there something happening that I don’t know about?” She huffs.

“Nothing is wrong!” You exclaim. “Cat Noir here just can’t learn when to take a hint.” You mumble while gritting your teeth.

“Oh that’s rich coming from you! It’s easier for you to walk away from your problems isn’t it!” He shouts back.

Ladybug steps in between you both and furrows her brows. “Stop! The only way for this team to work is if we work together. What even caused all this anyway? I’m sure we can work it out right here.”

You scoff and turn around. “I do just fine because unlike, someone, I know how to push my feelings aside.”

Cat Noir balls his fist and begins shaking with anger. “Step aside M’Lady…” He mutters.

“Cat, what are you gonna do?” He pushes past her and swings on you.

You quickly block the hit and push him off. “Finally! This is what you wanted this whole time, right!?” You cackle.

“Stop it you two!” Ladybug tries to intervene but is knocked aside by you both.

“Stay out of it!” You both yell. He leaps on top of you and pins you down.

“Not so smug anymore are you!?” He shouts. You push your knee against him and kick him away. The fighting stops when you hear the flapping of butterfly wings.

The akuma lingers between you and Cat Noir. Ladybug reaches out to you two. “You guys have to calm down! I’m sure we can work this out!” The akuma flys into Cat Noir’s ring and you quickly run to him.

“C-Cat!? You were right, I should’ve talked to you! I was being an ass I know, but you know how I am…”

He’s gripping his head and shaking. “I won’t stoop to your level…I won’t take these powers and I won’t betray my friends!” He screams before rejecting the akuma.

Ladybug let’s out a sigh of relief before pulling the both of you up. “I’m not sure what happened and I don’t care. It’s none of my business, but will you both please work it out.”

You and Cat Noir look to each other and nod slowly. “Come on, Cat Noir.” You hold your hand out, he grabs it and you both head back to his house. After de-transforming you can see how puffy and red Adrien’s eyes are.

You both sit in his bathroom in silence, with the occasional sniffle coming from Adrien. “I can’t take a hint?”

“No that’s not what I…I’m sorry. I say stupid shit all the time…” You mumbled.

“You hurt me a lot, (Y/n)…more than anyone has. I’ll set my feelings aside for, Ladybug and that’s it. But, right now I can’t look you in the eyes and tell you I genuinely forgive you. Please, go away.” He whispers before walking to his bed and laying down.

Your eyes linger on him before you decide to leave him in peace. As you leave you feel your eyes well with tears. You wipe your face with your sleeve and walk home. The next day at school, Adrien was a completely different person. He’s isolated himself from everybody.

When he was Cat Noir he was kinda the same, still cracking puns occasionally but after the job was done he quickly fled. You always watched him leave, your heart ached watching him go.

“You gonna head home?” Ladybug asks as she swings her yo-yo.

“Not now…I’m gonna stay here for a bit.” You mutter. She nods before leaving you alone to your thoughts.

The moon sits above you as the stars dance around in the sky. Tears fall down your cheeks as you watch the moon fall and the sun sets. The orange and pink light, colors the horizon. The sun slowly rises before you decide it’s time to head home. You lay your head against your bed and sob quietly thinking about the mess you’ve made.

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This was more angsty than I had intended but there will be a second part. Apologies for any spelling errors in advance, I barely edited. Anyway, hope you enjoyed<3

#mlm #gay #miraculous adrien #adrien agreste #male reader #angst #chat noir #cat noir #mlb #fluff #angst and fluff #mostly angst #male reader insert #cat noir x male reader #adrien agreste x male reader

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 6 months

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<a href="https://nikesox420.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration:underline;">nikesox420</a>: <p>Hey ;-) really inspiring stories on your blog! I love your style of writing^^ Recently I found a pair of old and extremely musky, but super comfortable sneakers in my backyard. Now every time I dare to wear those, it seems like I become more and more slobbish, my gut gets bloated, I discover more grey hairs on my temples, and it’s like I haven’t showered or changed clothes in months… I’m a stocky and bearish 35 year old dude already and it seems like the sneakers speed up the passing of time intensely, as if a curse lies upon those… should I keep on wearing those sneakers? I‘m quite curious where this road will take me and how extreme the changes gonna be ;-) </p>

I say go ahead and lace those stinkers up for good. But you say you need a little help to vomit fully to it ? Well say no more ! You just got home from work and you’re getting undressed ready to relax in some pjs. But you hear a noise coming from the closet. A banging coming from the bottom of the door. Opening it up you see those shoes have now come to life as if they are walking on their own. You stumble backwards as they seem to run right at you. You trip and fall landing on your ass and the shoes come to a stop. Right at your own size 14s. Your not even sure what to think. You don’t even have time to take in what’s going on before the shoes lift themselves from the ground as if ghostly hands are forcing them on your own feet. You try to fight it but one the shoes make contact with your skin they won’t separate. And within seconds both of the shoes have now been placed on your own feet and laced tightly. You try to undo the knot to take them off but they won’t budge. You wanted to vomit to this so I’ll make it happen. Sure wearing them before cause you feel bloated and get some white hairs. But now is time for real change. Jumping up you run to the bathroom already feeling your button down dress shirt getting tight as your stomach begins to swell building hard fat. It begins to get warmer as more hair is starting to grow on your body. Grey hair that you can see traveling across the backs of hands and fingers. You can feel it on your back and chest. In the bathroom the shirt gives way to reveal a hairy gut that continues to swell while a while beard pushes out from your face. Wrinkles from and your hair falls out leaving you bald. Looking down you see hairy legs that lead down to shoes that you can smell wafting up to your nose. But a second later the site is gone as your gut pushes out further and stops. When all the changes have come to a haunt you have now gone from a 35 Year old bearish man to a 60 year old polar bear. Sitting on the toilet you try to take in what you’re seeing in the mirror. Sure you wanted to know what would happen but you didn’t expect it to be like this. Now able to see your feet you can see the number 60 written on the back of the shoes. Indicating what the shoes you age you to after wearing them. But don’t count on taking them off anytime soon. You’re committed to a musky lifestyle now. That of an old man. Stuck like this. So those shoes may just have yo wear themselves off before you’re free.

March 20th, 2022 7:16pm

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fabunicorn · 1 year

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Pillarmen agere part 3

Finally realised how to use the font size shit lol anyways let’s Get on with it

Warnings

Kidnapping

Forced agere

Agere

Mention of drugs

Yanderism

Diapers

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A few hours later…

At the moment you were laid in the middle of a plush rug with your self proclaimed daddy, papa and brother trying to play with you, waving rattles and teethers in your face cooing at any sound or movement you make.

“Come on little one play with your daddy, we got all of these toys for you” Kars interrupted your thoughts tucking a little teddy bear under your arm, you refused to play with them choosing to use stare blankly at the ceiling ignoring the three mens presence, Kars picked you up settling you onto his lap “I know these toys aren’t very interesting for your current mental age but you must understand that those humans did not raise you right you are only a newborn, your not big enough for any other toys.” Kars mused taking note of your unamused face and blank stare. You huffed in annoyance at the constant presence of the three men they had yet to leave you alone since you woke up “maybe the little cub needs a change and that’s why she’s so grumpy” said Eisidisi rising up from his position on the floor to walk towards you and kars.

“Possibly” Kars hummed in agreeance, sticking his fingers into the leg cuff of you or cloth nappy swiping for any wetness only to unsurprisingly finding you still dry, he then moved to your bladder feeling it seeing that it is indeed bloated. “Whamu, fetch the tonic and a bottle of milk, her bladder is swollen I believe that is the reason for her discomfort” Kars ordered, Whamu obeyed without hesitation making your eyes widen in what was to come ‘no they wouldn’t dare that’s disgusting’ your thoughts raced in your mind a feeling of anxiety settling in your stomach causing you to shift and whine pitifully in Kars arms.

Kars just hushed you bouncing you slightly on his knee in an attempt to comfort you to no avail, the sound of Whaus returning footsteps only made you whine and wriggle more trying to get away from the three men, Kars grip tightened on you grabbing the bottle from Whamu and settling you in his arm cradling your neck and putting the bottle into your mouth. Kars glared at you as you once again refused to drink “little one do not test my patience as I said before if we find you too young for a bottle one of us will have to breastfeed you and I’m sure that’s the last thing you want” Kars threat in mind you began drinking maybe you just shouldn’t resist it anymore, ‘breastfeed me they’re men, men can’t produce milk… can they’ You suckled on the bottle looking Kars in the eye seeing pure love and care in his eyes which you though was impossible for a being like Kars voice you were finished Kars burped you and laid you across his lap so that he had full access to your stomach.

The pillar man started rubbing your stomach slowly trying to ease the lump on your stomach as you become ever so aware of the growing pressure in your bladder, you tried to whine in protest and turn away from Kars only for Eisidisi to hold you in place “poor cub can’t even relieve herself must be all that bad human food and drink in her system, certainly not suitable for a baby.” The pressure began to build and you could not handle it anymore wetting the diaper as you sobbed pathetically, Kars gestured for the other men to leave the room as he carried you to the changing table in order to give you some sort of modesty and to increase your trust in him.

He put your pacifier in your mouth to soothe you as he unpinned the cloth around your hips and got the cleaning supplies he needed and changed you into a new cloth kissing your forehead as he picked you back up off of the changing table. he sat down in a chair in the order of th room and cuddled you rocking back and forth whispering sweet nothings like “daddys so proud of you baby” and “hush now sweet girl daddy’s here”. When you finally stopped crying Kars put you back down onto the plush rug and gave you a small bear which was a light brown colour with a little pink bow wrapped around its neck, you snuggled the bear closer feeling great comfort from the somewhat childish item, Kars held back a light coo at how adorable you were.

Kars started humming a soft lullaby you didn’t recognise the lullaby it must have been one of his people, the combination of having an emotional hangover, a full belly and the light humming and rocking motions of Kars lulled you to sleep. Kars cuddles you for a few minutes longer cooing whenever a soft snore left your small mouth he gently placed the pacifier in your mouth and watched as you began sucking on it making little content sighs between snores. Kars finally stood up carrying you over to your bassinet hushing you when you began to stir placing you in the bassinet he grabbed a chair and placed it next to your bassinet rocking you and watching you sleep with a soft smile on his face, unbeknownst to Kars two heads were packing through the door of your nursery watching the scene between you and Kars.

Whamu watched with a jealous expression Kars was never that gentle with him when he was young, damn he wasn’t even allowed to call him father without being punished and berated for being so weak as to have familial attachment and to see him so smitten with you unleashed a hidden jealousy that Whamu was sure he wasn’t capable of feeling, however he couldn’t bring himself to blame you after all you were only a baby that had been mistreated by humans he felt sorry for you, but just to spite Kars Whamu made a mental plan of being your favourite just so that he could rub it in his masters face.

Surely it will work it has to… right?

End of part 3

Yup so that’s the end of part 3 hope you enjoyed let me know what else you would like to see and if you would like to see more of this, I may move it too Wattpad as well my username is the same on there and have a great day or night ily

#daddy kars #yandere #yandere kars #yandere esidisi #yandere whamu #forced agere #yandere agere #yandere diapers.#daddy eisidisi #brother whamu

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nothere2010-blog · 8 months

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the grad student (new chapter)

I got off the scale. Only fifteen pounds to lose. I can do this. I just have to control myself. It will be fine. Besides I can just go eat her out instead of binging. No more being. Huge piggy eating himself into a stupor.

“Hey man you want some breakfast?”

I looked at the huge spread they had. Greasy, cheesy, sugary, fatty, rich delicious food. Hash browns, pancakes, syrup, eggs, bacon, sausage, donuts. I couldn’t eat any of it without going overboard.

“No im good. I need to start watching my weight.”

“Your loss. You are really missing out.”

One of my roommates was on a bulk. The other was just starting to fill out.

“You sure we can’t tempt you?”

Danny’s pants were looking a bit snug lately. I mean that wasn’t saying much. He was pretty skinny. I looked again at the food. I could feel myself starting to drool. No no I can’t possibly be this weak.

“No I gotta stick to my diet.”

“Mmm more for us then.”

I bit my lip in envy as I watched Danny plow his way through his food. That should be me. I went back to my room to work on a paper. I could still smell the food. I pictured myself beached on the couch with at least a third of all that food in my gut. Laying there In anguish lamenting over my poor judgement my belly hanging out. I’d be groaning in pain but I’d be the one to finish the donuts. I’d lay there with the box on my stomach pushing them down even when I could no longer taste them. I’d be in hog heaven. Just a total fatty eating his way out of his clothes.

Fuck I’m so horny. I gripped my leftover pudge. Ugh I want this plump and full and my jeans tight. I remembered the bloating. So I got my water and went to work. It wasn’t enough. No matter how much I drank it wasn’t enough to satisfy that itch.

“Hey guys is there any….?”

“Urrrrrrrrrrrp ooooooof.”

Danny was leaned back in his chair with his belt unbuckled and his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. He was clutching his belly and groaning.

“Did you eat all that?”

“Urrrrrp no of course not.”

He was definitely looking a bit softer lately.

“Where is Charlie?”

“I don’t know probably taking a nap. He said he would head to the gym again at noon.”

There wasn’t a scrap of food left.

“Damn.”

“Urrrrrp you are the one who said no.”

“Very true.”

I cursed myself for trying to follow my diet.

………….

“Hmmm you still got some left to lose.”

I estimated it being about ten pounds left. Just enough to sink my hands into. He still didn’t really have much definition.

“Ugh I know. Also I thought I would be getting some muscle by now.”

“You have to actually be working out to get muscle.”

I poked his tummy.

“I am.”

“At the gym?”

“I mean I walk.”

“Nah you gotta lift.”

“Ugh but that’s so boring.”

“Too bad. I’m a chest and arms girl.”

“Yeah and a belly girl.”

“Sometimes. But you were losing stamina.”

It was a bit hot when he was all out of shape but not fun with sex.

“True. But you liked seeing me all helpless and greedy.”

He dragged me toward him.

“What’s got into you?”

“I’m so hungry and horny. My roommates had this crazy breakfast this morning and I had to just watch them devour it and stick to my diet.”

“Awww poor piggy.”

“God believe me all I wanted to do was eat myself into a groaning aching mess and lament over my poor judgement. My stuffed belly spilling out my jeans never to be buttoned again.”

“Fuck!”

“What you like that?”

“You know I do. Ugh why do you have to mess with me?”

He started to kiss down my body.

“I was jealous seeing my roommates starter belly bulging with so much delicious greasy food.”

“Oh fuck why were you jealous?”

He was teasing me like crazy.

“Because I wanted to plump this pudge up.”

He brought my hand to his belly. I squeezed it.

“Yeah you wanted to fatten yourself up?”

He was hovering over my panties now.

“I wanted to feel heavy and greedy and pathetically full. Out of control.”

“Fuck that’s hot.”

“I came here because I needed to eat your pussy in order to stick to my diet.”

He nuzzled my crotch.

“Fuck!”

He was relentless.

“You taste like honey.”

“Fuck!”

“And you know I have a horrible sweet tooth.”

I couldn’t even formulate a response I just gripped his pudge tightly as he ate me out.

#weight gain story #fantasy feeder #male wg #teasing #denial #feedee encouragement #belly play #wg #chubby #fatty #fat belly

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hyperfixations-and-hecticness · 2 years

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Mammon and Beel taking care of GN!Reader on their period

CWs for slight NSFW, like barely more than just a bit suggestive.

Mammon

- Immediately assumes you’re dying. Immediately.

- He takes his role as your protector very seriously, he’s looking after your every need. You need hot water bottles? He’s got them. Need sanitary products? What type and what brand? He has them ALL.

- This doesn’t mean he has any clue what’s going on with you, he asks Satan for books on the menstrual cycle cause he’s CONFUSED. By like your second period in the Devildom though, he has it on lock.

- Feeling more emotional than usual? That’s cool with him, you guys can cuddle and watch cute movies. He’s crying - he says it’s to make you feel better about being more emotional but he’s really just a huge sap and cries at Disney movies.

- ‘Borrows’ some of Asmo’s self care products for you.

- Feeling down about yourself and your body? He’s rambling about how the Great Mammon would never waste his time on someone who wasn’t as hot as he is and also amazing.

- I feel like he’d get some sympathy pains in part due to the pact:

Mammon: Luciferrrrrr my uterus is killing me!

Lucifer: Sorry what the fuck?

- If you’re feeling super dysphoric due to your period, he’s there for you. Gender affirmations, helping you pick out clothes you feel more comfortable in. Especially the second one - it’s nice to see his shopping addiction help you.

Beel

- Knows you’re on your period before you do. Like smells the blood before you even know hell week’s arrived.

- Wants to eat you out. Like all the brothers would cause they say human blood is tasty but Beel is on another level.

- Gets really worried for you if you’re not eating like usual, will cook you comfort foods. He even only eats half! Literal sweetheart. If you’re eating more than usual, he really enjoys it! It makes him feel like he’s helping provide for you. And if you’re feeling self-conscious about bloating or weight gain? Not on his watch. He loves you no matter your body type.

- A buff demon hot water bottle. He runs warm so he’s perfect for cuddling.

- Helps find exercises for you to help with cramps. Completely underestimates how strong the average human is - that or completely overestimates it depending on you as a person.

- Borrows Belphie’s comfiest pillows for you.

- Wikihows (or the Devildom equivalent) how to look after people who’re on their period. Reads about cramps and immediately goes to find you and wrap you up in a hug.

- Feeling uncomfy in your body and dysphoria? Beel is the king of gender affirmation and he does it in a very natural way, for example referring to you in the third person rather than by your name when you two are in a room with others.

AN - I’m not projecting, you are. Also I tried to add a HC each for non-fem readers about how they’d help you deal with dysphoria, not sure how good they are but I wanted to try. Obligatory reminder that requests are open and comments are appreciated. I also have an event on.

#obey me x reader #obey me #om! swd #hyper’s hcs #obey me stuff #mammon fluff #mammon x mc #mammon x y/n #the great mammon #swd mammon #beelzebub headcanons #beel obey me #mammon x reader #beelzebub fluff #beelzebub x you #om! beelzebub #shall we date beelzebub

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secretobsessionstuff · 2 years

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Okay okay… I know there are a lot of kotabee requests, but what if Dakota has a fun night out with friends, lots of drinks and junk food, gets home starts to feels the indigestion, bloated and gassy. But the gassy is trapped, Blair in there with tummy rub and tea, helping him release the gas. No emeto, just soft and comfort?

Soft and Comfort as per your request *bows and leaves the room*

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With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his abdomen, Dakota grimaced. The hand over his belly could feel the gurgles that rippled through his body. He tried to elicit burps by pressing in deeper but that only succeeded at making him feel sicker.

He groaned, kicking himself for going overboard with the food and drinks. The four cans of coke that he had turned his belly into a volcano. Even alcohol wouldn’t have upset his stomach this bad—but of course alcohol’s dark side would have crept up on him the next morning.

It was a moot point because he picked his poison and it happened to be pop. It was a nastier poison than he realized as he drove home with bubbles rumbling in his gut.

The food too was weighing him down to the point of being uncomfortable. He wished he hadn’t eaten that last slice of pizza, or that breadstick, or that last brownie. But Dakota was a chronic garbage disposal. All of the “last” pieces somehow always found their way into his mouth. He didn’t like to see food go to waste, so instead it all went into his belly, making him feel like literal garbage.

Now would be a good time to burp, he mused in the quiet car. No one was around; he could belch and not one single person would care. He fidgeted on the seat, wishing that he could get some relief from the pressure building inside of him. Whenever he tried to force up burps, acid threatened to rise in his esophagus. Not only acid but the sludge of junk food he ate during the night. He had no desire to see his car covered in half-digested pizza, so he stopped trying to force the burps.

Dakota sighed when he walked through his front door. The house was dark and quiet, meaning Blair must have already gone to bed. He sighed even deeper when he unbuttoned his pants. He hadn’t realized how tightly the waistband was pressing into his belly. He rubbed the area, feeling the markings that the clothes left on skin.

His girlfriend had sprawled out on the bed, content to take up as much room as she could. Blair was a light sleeper, so the first hint of his presence made her reposition herself. She mumbled something as he lifted her arm off his side of the bed. He set her arm back down, but this time it lay on his chest. Even her leg got wrapped up in his when he made room for himself.

Blair inhaled sharply, a sure sign that she was more awake than before. She smiled softly into her pillow. “Hi baby. How was your night?”

“It was good, but I’m happy to be home.”

“I’m happy too.” She glided her nails over his chest, looking for his face in the dark. He took her hand in his when she touched his chin. He lifted her hand to his mouth to give it a kiss.

“You sure?” he said playfully. “You didn’t seem to mind having the bed to yourself.” Beneath the blankets, he shoved her leg.

“I’m not gonna lie, you take up a lot of room.”

“Says the girl whose foot is wrapped around my leg. And you have all the blankets.”

“Then come over here and take them back.”

Dakota did just that. He wiggled his way closer to Blair, then pulled her into his arms. She was warm and fit against his chest snuggly, but the movement had unsettled his stomach. The burp escaped before he could bury his head into the pillow. He moaned, realizing just how sick he felt. The indigestion was not letting go, no matter how much time passed. “Oh, excuse me.”

“You are not excused.”

“Rude.”

He wanted to think of another clever line to add but the wiggling in his belly distracted him. Another belch rumbled up his chest, coating his throat in acid. He swallowed and grimaced. “Ugh maybe I’m the one being rude.”

“You’re fine,” she said simply. Being pressed against Dakota ensured that she heard every noise that came from his belly. After one particularly wet gurgle, she became more alert. The playful sleepiness that she’d been holding on to was replaced with shock and concern. “But you don’t sound entirely fine.”

“Yeah, my stomach isn’t very happy right now. I might have overdone it tonight.”

“Did you take anything for indigestion?”

“No. I thought I could sleep it off,” he replied, thinking about how foolish that sounded.

“And how’s that working out?”

“I don’t know, someone won’t leave me alone long enough to find out,” he said, referring to the body that was practically on top of him. There also appeared to be ice frozen to her feet somehow.

“Fine, then I guess I won’t give you a tummy rub.” Blair gave an exaggerated huff and turned over on to her other side.

“No, Bee, come back. Rub my belly. It hurts so bad.” He reached out for her. He could have easily dragged her back into the hug but instead he just continued to whine. “Please, Bee. Help me feel better.”

Blair stood her ground…for all of three seconds. Then she turned around to face him again. She could just make out his expression in the dark—a silly pout, but beneath that was real distress. His stomach hadn’t stopped grumbling for the entire conversation.

“I hate you. Lift up your damn shirt.”

“Thank you,” he said, pulling his shirt up to reveal his bloated middle.

She started in the center of his stomach with small circles, gradually increasing the size of the circle so that she reached every area. He was in fact very bloated. Occasionally, her gentle kneading found a harder section. He tensed up when she pushed in. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah sorry, there’s just lots of trapped gas.” He shifted in the bed, trying to find the most comfortable position. “Keep going.”

She pressed on, literally.

The stubborn sections needed more pressure, so that’s what she gave. Still using circular motions, she pushed her three middle fingers deeper into his belly. He groaned at first, but eventually her kneading dislodged something, and he let out a long, deep belch.

Dakota sighed, feeling relief for the first time. “Uh that was good.” After the initial wave of relief, he felt his insides shift. He was still very full from the food he ate, and it continued to be churned up in his gut. “I really shouldn’t have eaten as much as I did.”

“You say that every time you get a stomach-ache. And do you ever learn?”

“No rhetorical questions while I have a tummy ache.”

Blair chuckled at him. “Am I helping at least?”

“I think so.”

So, Blair resumed the soft rubbing. She avoided any firmer sections for a while, giving his belly time to settle. It bubbled and gurgled beneath her hand. She felt bad for him. He didn’t seem to be getting less tense, still fidgeting and groaning whenever his belly sloshed uneasily.

He burped a few more times, these ones smaller and less impactful. Then Blair found another pocket of air. She pressed on this one hesitantly to see how Dakota would react. He let out a small grunt and put his hand over hers.

“This okay?” she asked, unsure what he wanted.

“Yes. It hurts right there. Push harder.”

Dakota directed her, pushing down with his hand over hers. Blair switched from using her fingers to using the bottom of her palm to push into the spot. Like before, she went in small circular motions, but let Dakota set the pressure.

When the belch erupted from his mouth, she felt her hand sink into his spot, as if all the air had gotten loose. This burp was deep, but wet. She heard the gurgle in his throat that followed this hearty burp.

Dakota let out a heavy exhale, feeling ten times lighter. Acid had splashed the back of his mouth, but at least the excess air was gone from his stomach. The burp had startled him, making him rise to his elbows in fear that more than air was going to come up. He slowly lowered back down on his back, confident that the food was going to stay in its place.

“Kota?” Blair started, “Are you alright? I can’t tell if that was good or bad?”

“It was good,” he said, breathlessly. “It helped. A lot. But I don’t think I can do that again.”

“Then how about some tea now?”

Tea sounded nice, especially the ginger and lemon tea that they had bought recently.

Dakota drank slowly, letting the steam waft around his face. He was wary about drinking too fast because his stomach was still rather full, but small sips seemed to help. Blair also had tea—mocha. Dakota teased her for drinking something that was so overwhelmingly green. She resisted the urge to nudge him because of the hot beverage in his hands. He held the mug like a child who had been lost in a blizzard just moments before.

The two of them sat at the kitchen table, silently sipping their drinks. When Dakota’s cup was empty, his head began lolling forward, likely to fall off his shoulders. Blair put their cups in the sink, then came around behind her boyfriend. She dragged her hands down his shoulders, down his chest, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Ready for sleep?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled with his eyes closed.

“Good. I’m sure you’ll be back to devouring our food in the morning.”

“Can you make us pancakes for breakfast tomorrow?”

“How are you already thinking food!?”

He shrugged and let a grin spread across his face. “It’s my second greatest love in life.”

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sadesluvr · 11 months

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Could you write something NSFW for Fritz or Michael? Also I really love your work! I'm always looking forward for updates🫶

Awww, thank you so much! <3 Thank you for this request, it’s good to see the Fritz apologists coming out of the woodworks 😩 You all already know how I feel about him ;3

I chose Fritz, because I’ve just posted something for Michael (in TNP) and I’m sure he’s gonna get a lot more in the future…

This is an alternate ending to S2, E2, and is somehow 1.8K words🙈 Enjoy!

“Hey Muffin!”

There was only one person who called you that. You spun around, and sure enough, it was Fritz. He had somehow given you that nickname over the holidays, and you didn’t really know how to feel about it.

He looked down at you, somewhat confused at your reluctance, but his eyes, and attention, eventually trailed down to something else.

“Oh, Muffin ,” he said stunned, staring lustfully at your exposed collarbones and further down. “You need to wear that shirt more often,”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, a small smile on your face. “It’s the end of the week and all my formal ones were dirty - I had to make do…” you said softly. “What’re you doing here?”

“My Mom wants Dana to join her class, so we thought we’d all come and see the show,”

“ All? ” you said, intrigued, and cocked your head. His family would be here, and you were wearing a bastardised version of your school uniform. Fuck.

“So…They’ll be here? Shouldn’t you be with them?” you stammered.

“I came from practice, silly!” he said, tugging on his clothes to state the obvious. He got closer to you, placing his arm around your shoulders, a knowing smile across his face.

“Y’know…We barely saw each other today, and I’m feeling real bummed after practice…” he said with a pout. “My team sucks because they’re all bloated and slow after the holidays - I could use a real pick me up,” he began, and you knew where this was going. “We have some spare time - want to catch up in my car?”

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Like clockwork, Fritz was onto you before he could even shut the doors to his car, let alone lock it. His tongue explored your mouth frantically as he hurriedly began to remove his infamous jacket, stuffing it in the small gap behind the car seat. Somehow, you managed to keep up the pace, steadying his face in your hands as you found yourself getting lost in his scent. He was wearing some kind of expensive aftershave and tasted like fading peppermint; sweet and spicy all in one. Fitting.

His hands made their way to your low cut shirt, and he began to try and loosen each individual button carefully, but soon began to get frustrated at his lack of success, ultimately deciding to pull at the thinner, open material of the V-neck.

“Mhm - Fritz —“ you remarked through moans, slowing down as you tried to briefly pull away, sensing impending disaster. “I can — Just let me —“

“ — I got it,” he growled abruptly, and before you knew it he had ripped your shirt clean open; the sound of its individual threads tearing apart utterly deafening, causing you to gasp and instinctively cover your chest - to which the boy just chuckled.

“Fritz!” you chided. “How can I — You just — I - I—“

“Aww, are you shy?” he snickered. “Don’t be shy, Muffin, you’re a doll,”

“You ripped my shirt!” you pouted. “I can’t go back in there!”

“Cookie! Don’t worry about that right now…” Fritz sighed in a bored manner. He was sitting back in the seat, eyeing you intently like a piece of meat at the way your shirt (or what was left of it) fell off your body and exposed your bra, your breasts filling out their appropriate cups. He seemed to be in a trance, hastily undoing the button of his jeans, and pulling down the zipper to begin fumbling with the few buttons on his briefs, eventually pulling his cock out.

You looked down nervously, pouting as the boy began to chuckle at your expression, opening himself up further as he awaited to be serviced. To be fair, you knew he was going to be big, but this exceeded your expectations. He had both length and girth - just over six inches - and was, as expected, circumcised.

“Go on, Muffin. It won’t hurt you,” he grinned, leaning over to kiss you. “He likes you,”

“Shut up,” you murmured, rolling your eyes as you took it in your hands. As much as you hated his cockiness, you couldn’t deny how excited you were. You were living the dream of all the girls (possibly even some guys) in the school, and he only had eyes for you.

The boy sighed at the contact of your hands, soft and gentle upon his heavy cock, and lay back in pure bliss as you rubbed him with both hands, trying to gain some momentum.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Faster. Use your mouth,”

“Only if you say please,”

“Please, Muffin? For me?” He pouted playfully, and you smirked, planting him a sloppy kiss on the lips before angling your head down, greeting his tip with a small kiss before you worked on it.

Wanting to match his pace, you began to suck on it - about a quarter way in - whilst your other hand stroked and massaged his heavy base. You moaned as you bobbed your head diligently on the tip, staring up at him as you did.

“Fuck,” he began. “Oh, Y/N — Keep staring up at me baby…” he moaned, his broad hands finding their way around your body, his arm eventually draping around your shoulders to grope your opposite breast, groaning at the feeling of the soft tissue in his hands.

His touch was hungry and slightly rough, though not nearly enough to hurt you. Eventually, you found yourself becoming more relaxed at the task, even going as far as taking him halfway, your hands steady on the base of his cock as you tried to swallow him. The sensation of your warm, wet mouth on his cock was intoxicating, so much so that the boy could’ve almost come right there and then as you began to choke, his tip abruptly hitting the back of your throat.

You spluttered; your eyes watering as you pulled away to catch some air, a long spit of saliva connecting the two regions as you wiped your mouth of the evidence, panting as you tried to catch your breath.

“You alright?” he asked, rubbing the sides of your body, massaging your hips and ass as he tried to sooth you. “That was so hot, Muffin,”

“I know —“ you said, clearing your throat. “You’re just…Really big,”

“Heh,” he snickered, his ego swelling. “Want me to fuck you instead? I’ll be gentle…”

“No!” You said determinedly. “I’ll manage,”

That, and the fact that Fritz would not be gentle. He was a quarterback, the word 'gentle' wasn’t even in his vocabulary.

“Good girl,” the man hummed, huffing through his nose as he caressed your neck, stroking it tenderly as he guided you down to his cock, his eyes still transfixed on your being. Gently, he pushed you down onto his cock, your mouth making contact with him once again, immediately reaching the halfway mark yet again. The damp ring of your spit - its previous marking - now became a shiny blob as you slobbered up and down his cock like a complete slut, all under Fritz’s guidance. The sounds you made were obscene; popping, slurping, gagging and soon, slapping - as the boy pulled your head back and slapped his heavy cock on your lush lips in a comically explicit way of ‘thanking’ you.

“Shit…” he groaned, drawing out his vowels as he jumped between squeezing his eyes shut, staring at you in pure lust (and somewhat admiration) and fondling your body. “F-Fuck, Muffin, I’m gonna cum…”

You raised your brows and pulled away from him expectedly, shutting your eyes as you awaited the grand finale. Considering your shirt was already ripped, there was certainly no way you were going to go back in there. Might as well get dirty, right?

To your surprise, nothing happened, and you opened your eyes to see Fritz lazily jerking himself off, staring at you in dismay.

“Y/N…I can’t get the seats dirty…It’s genuine leather…”

His mother had taught him well.

“…I’m gonna have to cum your mouth, baby,” he said sadly, though he couldn’t hide his shit-eating grin. Fixing yourself to that oh-so awkward position, you allowed your mouth to be used as Fritz held your head in place, grunting and groaning like a brute as he fucked up into you. The pace was sloppy, but as he neared his climax he fucked your mouth so hard that you’d managed to reach three quarters in, your nose hitting the fabric of his boxers.

“Oh fuck —“ he stammered, his eyes glazed over and face flushed. “Fuck — Fuck fuck fuck fuck —- Ngh!” he growled, almost bellowing as he suddenly came, a heavy load of salty cum filling your mouth, threatening to spill from the sides.

“Take it…Ugh-Take it…” he groaned, the final phrase abnormally soft and mellow, tracing your features as he came down from his high, eventually withdrawing himself from you once he was soft. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you couldn’t help but smile as he tucked away his cock, sighing as he sat more comfortably into his seat.

You’d done your job.

“How’s that for a catch up?”

“Amazing…” he sighed, stroking your face and cupping your cheeks as a way to say thanks. He loved you, but kissing you after you’d swallowed his own seed was not going to be an option.

“You know what?” he perked up. “Fuck this stupid recital! Mrs Afton is a babe, but she doesn’t hold a candle to you. Wanna go over to mine? My bed is perfect for cuddling…”

“Sure,” you snorted, before raising air quotes. “Cuddling —“

Knock. Knock.

“Fritz? Are you in there?”

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

HMMM this was DIRTY ;) Fritz is dirty though. He's definitely got a size kink...

(A/N: Just remembered how annoying 'Muffin' is ...He's such a character😭)

#florence_nomachine #my asks #anon request #thanks anon!#the normal people au #smut #ask me anything #fnaf fritz

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