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lovemouche · 3 months

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lovesick all over my bed ౨ৎ

satoru x fem reader

18+ / mdni

It was never meant to end up like this.

Satoru had stated the boundary of no strings attached prior to entangling himself with you — metaphorically and, quite literally too. The relationship was meant to start and end with physicality only. That was the one rule he made sure to implement for himself. That was where he drew the line.

"Y-yes. right there. Please."

And yet, these days, he's been finding himself caught in the cavern of a predicament, worn down to the point where he can't think of much, besides tangled limbs and open mouthed kisses, hot and wet as he'd breathe heavily against your form. Worn down to the point where he can't think of anything else besides you.

Even now, as you lay underneath him, needy and bare, shaped like a deity, challenging the outline of divinity, he's still thinking of you. Always.

And it's driving him crazy, consuming every waking thought of his. Because he just doesn't know how it all led up to this. Satoru can't fathom how an inkling of affection he dismissed as nothing more than a momentary impulse burgeoned into something more profound. Into something so alarming. Into—

No.

No. No. No.

No. He doesn't want to name the emotion just yet. He can't. Labelling it just solidifies his fear into truth, and the prospect that the feeling blossoming inside his chest aligns with what he’d dreaded feeling the most crosses every boundary he had set for himself.

Love, the most twisted curse of all.

"Ah, Satoru—"

The call of his name drags him out of his reverie. It's whispered softly against his skin, flushed as he clings to you desperately, secure enough to hold you in place, but never too much to hurt you.

"Yeah?" he asks tentatively, his movements being put to a pause. After loosening his grip around your body, he shifts the bend of legs on the mattress to keep his weight from overwhelming you. "You okay, princess?"

His hand travels from the curve of your waist to trace the outline of your jaw, carefully and, much too lovingly for someone who's only meant to use you for emotional release. "Does anything hurt?" he asks, thumbing the apple of your cheek with gentle strokes, noticing how you shiver under the touch.

You shake your head, but it's not enough to convince him otherwise; the lack of a verbal response only has his mind flooding with concern even more, especially because you've never stopped him mid-sex. Not once in the entire seven months of your arrangement.

"Talk to me," he encourages.

Instinctively, you lay your hand on top of the one toying with your cheek, your fingertips lightly rubbing at his knuckles in an attempt to calm him down. Satoru feels his chest constrict. It's not a big gesture, he knows. But it feels so intimate—so sweet.

Anyone would assume he would've gotten used to it by now, but even with familiarity and time, everything you do only seems to make his heart race even more.

He's grateful the dim lights don't manage to catch the flush beginning to spread throughout his features, but he's certain you can feel the way his cock hardens inside you, even if you don't comment on it—which he's also grateful for.

God, he's hopeless.

The control you have over him is dangerous, he realizes. Part of him wants to pull away before any damage can be done. But the other, bigger part welcomes the peril with open arms.

"It's just..." you trail off, letting out a sigh of frustration as you try to find the right words.

"Should I pull out?"

"No," you huff, tone authoritative. Out of reflex, your legs tighten around him, thighs caging his waist to keep him in place—because you definitely don't want him to pull out. Not with how good he's filling you up right now. "Just... shut up for now."

Satoru acquiesces to your request. Despite his reservations, he nods, albeit a bit reluctantly, and makes a testament to his obedience by pretending to zip his mouth up with pinched fingers.

"You just... seem a little out of it nowadays, like you're distracted. So I wanted to know if you were okay."

You take a brief pause. Satoru waits with bated breath.

"We're friends too, you know? You can talk to me about these things. It doesn't always have to be sex," you add softly, probing gently to gauge the situation while making sure to leave enough room for him to make the decision to open up. Because really, he doesn't owe you any explanation.

He doesn't owe you anything at all.

Satoru feels his heart swell, pressing up against his sternum, too big for his chest—everything he feels for you is too much for him to carry.

I know, he thinks bitterly to himself. That's the problem. I don't want to be your friend anymore.

But he doesn't want to lose you either, and he knows that if he let the dam break, if he let loose every emotion he's been struggling to keep at bay, he'd only ruin everything.

He'd lose you. And he'd lose himself in the process.

So Satoru parries your question with ease, because honesty isn't his forte—both towards you and himself.

"Nothing's wrong," he insists, raising an arm to pin your hand up against the bedsheet, intertwining your fingers with his. "Don't worry."

Resting his forehead on top of your sweat kissed one, he resumes his movements languidly. "Just...just focus on how good I'm making you feel, o—oh—okay?"

He trips on his words at the sensation of being sucked in and out of your sweet cunt, and he prays—god, he prays—that the feeling of being inside you is enough to compensate for not having you entirely, even if just for a moment.

But it's not enough, and Satoru can't help but feel that it never will be.

He slides in and out of you, his desire heavy. And you moan in response, chest rising from the laboured breaths that follow each sinful thrust, hips gyrating automatically to match his pace.

And it feels good. It feels so fucking good. But the pleasure isn't enough to cloud his senses and dispel his anxiety. Because he's looking at you and his heart is already tugging at its seams. And Satoru feels helpless.

And he's not sure what it is—if it's the high that ensues being wrapped around your tight walls, or the way you fit so perfectly against him, as if you were made to be held by him, as if he was made just to hold you—but something about tonight has him desperate for more than just late night messages that lead to loveless fucking.

Something about tonight has him desperate for all of you. Mind and body, heart and soul.

The notion is heady, and the revelation steals his breath. It roots itself inside his chest and demands his attention, aching to be acknowledged.

He's so caught up in his head, so lost in thought that he doesn't even register the fact that his movements have been put to a halt and his cock has stilled inside you. Not until you press a shaky palm to his chest in worry.

"Hey," you breathe out. "What's wrong?"

Satoru has to bite his tongue to refrain from telling you that: everything is. There are so many things he wants to tell you, but he's scared it'll poison every next moment. He's scared he'll lose you in the only way he knows he can have you.

Everything is wrong, he wants to say.

Instead, he stays quiet.

There an ugly feeling gathering in the pit of his stomach. He wants, so badly, to say something—anything. But he can't. The only reaction he can offer you is the widening of eyes, and his mouth parting in shock before his lips purse into a disappointed frown.

Being in... fuck he'll name it. Being in love shouldn't indemnify him from acting like an idiot, but love has a way of blurring all reason, all rationality.

He waits for you to speak again, unwilling to break the silence himself—too afraid of what might follow, too afraid that you've already seen right through him.

And he feels pathetic, of course, for being reduced to such a scattered mess, because he's supposed to be the strongest. And for the most part, he is. He really is. But when it comes to you, he can't seem to live up to that title. When it comes to you, he can't seem to be anything else but yours.

The yearning—to mean something more to you, to be everything to you—settles in his bones. It's draining his soul. He's standing on the edge of a cliff, left to teeter somewhere in between unbridled emotion and self restraint. It's a precarious position to be placed in, and he's hanging by a mere thread.

Seconds stretch into what feels like an eternity. The air feels like it's heavy with impending demise, and the silence engulfs him like black tar. It's suffocating, to say the least. Satoru isn't sure if he wants to prolong the moment or get it over with. He feels his heart pound against his chest—that treacherous thing.

So when you finally say something, he breaks.

"Satoru, what's wrong?"

He falls apart.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out, voice timid and exceptionally apologetic, head hanging low in refusal to meet your eyes. The sight of him is pitiful; you can't, for the life of you, understand why.

It's strange seeing Satoru in such a vulnerable state. Not because you don't assume he doesn't have his own baggage to carry, but because you never thought he'd be willing to expose this side of himself to you.

It's everything out of the ordinary, like witnessing god crumble at your feet, or having an executioner beg to be pardoned for all his killings.

"I'm sorry," he repeats. Only this time, it feels more resigned, like he's admitting defeat. It almost feels like he's apologising to you. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

But how could that be? and why would it ever be?

"What? Sat—ah."

Satoru falls slack on top of you, pressing the weight of his body against yours. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, chin moving to rest on your shoulder as he evades your gaze. You feel his hands travel south as he continues whispering a mantra of apologies into your skin.

It's a vain endeavour, trying to lift yourself up to get him to talk to you properly. The grip on your hip keeps you anchored, leaving you no room for anything other than compliance; it's as if he's scared you'll leave if he lets go even for a second.

And honestly, he is.

"Satoru. Don't be like this please."

"I'm sorry," is all he says.

"Satoru, look at—"

"No."

"Look at me."

"I'm an idiot."

"No," you interject. "You are not."

"But I am." It's muffled, his voice. A Little shaky too. "I know I'm an idiot, so don't," he pleads. "Don't look at me. I don't want you to see me right now. I can't."

"You need to tell me what's wrong."

"You're going to hate me. I'm going to ruin everything."

"How?"

"I'm sorry."

"Satoru."

"I'm sorry," he repeats, his grip on you tightening, fingernails digging soft crescents into your skin. "I'm sorry; I got too greedy."

Your eyebrows pinch.

Satoru can practically feel your confusion, and he wants to die, because you don't get it. You just don't get it. Not at all. Not one bit. Not until he whispers five words that knock all the air out of your lungs:

I love you. I'm sorry.

There's a pregnant pause, hesitant, unsure. And then:

"Wha—what? No. You—you're lying."

Satoru shakes his head in disagreement, vehemently refusing your claim.

Lying? How could he ever lie about such a thing? He could feign indifference at most, try to brush past it and let the feeling linger until it subsides. But he can't, and it hasn't, and he's tired of pretending that he doesn't love you anymore. Because he does. He loves you too much to push those feelings away.

"It's true," he admits. "I—I tried not to... you know? I tried not to—fuck, I'm sorry."

The confession should have lifted the burden, or at the very least, eased it. But his lips struggle to form words, and his heart ricochets against his ribcage.

"Look at me," you implore.

"No."

He's certain you must hate him now. That by tomorrow, or tonight even, he'll leave the place—the person—he's associated with home as nothing more than a stranger.

Even worse, a mistake.

"Please?"

But your arms crawl to wrap around his torso, and your legs squeeze around his own in silent reassurance, like you're trying to convey to him that you're not going anywhere. And if that isn't enough to convince him to listen, Satoru doesn't know what is.

When he finally raises his head, your eyes linger on the contours of his face, studying his crestfallen expression. He's anguished, that's for sure. You just can't wrap your head around the fact that it's probably you who's causing his misery.

Because Satoru is... well, Satoru—he's the strongest.

So who are you to be able to wreck him this much?

"Do you..." you swallow, still unconvinced, words quieting down to a whisper. "Do you really love me?"

Without looking at you, Satoru nods. it's not enough of an answer, though.

"Tell me, please."

He lets out a slow, shuddering exhale, chest stuttering on his next breath. He's silent for a few seconds, thinking. Until finally, with a slight crack to his voice, he says. "I do." very tremulously. "I love you."

Which is painful to admit, because he doesn't even know what to do now that it's been said. Satoru's not sure how he can give you something he's never been shown. He's not even sure if he deserves it, or if you'll even want his affection.

But there's so much of it, so much love growing in his chest that he fears it'll crack his ribs. So he's willing to try, even if it might ruin him in the process,

He's willing to do anything, so long as it's for you.

It's as simple as that, really.

"You're lying. I—you can't be serious."

Well, maybe not really.

"I am." Satoru nods pathetically, like a wounded puppy, like his heart is in tatters because you can't believe him even after he's laid himself so embarrassingly bare like this. "I love you."

"But you said—"

"I know," Satoru interrupts, and his lips are bowed. "I know. I'm a hypocrite. I got too selfish. But I can't help it anymore, I'm sorry. I love you too much to push these feelings away."

Satoru feels every muscle in your body go stiff at the admission. You're rendered speechless, once again; hesitant in your words, even more so in your actions. And he feels like he's made a grave mistake, that right then and there, he's ruined everything—he's lost you.

But then the right corner of your mouth quirks, hinting at the faintest of smiles, and an obtrusive feeling of hope sparks within him, fizzling out his nerves like cheap soda.

"Why would you be sorry?" you scold, flicking his forehead. "The only thing you should be sorry about is worrying me. Do you know how scared I was seeing you go MIA while you were still inside me?"

"I'm still inside," he reminds you.

You groan. "this is not the time."

"I know." He frowns, but the tension from earlier is nowhere to be found, and Satoru feels even more at ease now that you've begun playing with his hair, twirling the strands between your fingers. "I'm sorry. I don't really know what else to say."

"You don't need to say anything else."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You aren't upset or anything?"

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know." He lowers his head to rest on top of your chest, all watery and emotional, pressing his cheek just above where your heart lies to find solace in the rhythmic pitter patter of beats. "I just expected you'd be mad or... disappointed, you know?"

"Well I'm not, so don't worry about anything, okay?"

"Okay," he hums.

You don't say anything after that. Neither does he. It's quiet for a while, and you take the time to think while basking in the afterglow of such a raw moment.

It's all still so surreal.

You feel like the universe is playing a prank on you, like Satoru's orchestrating a sick, cruel joke to mess with your system. But you're cradling his head in your hand, lovingly tracing arbitrary shapes on his scalp, and you swear you can hear how fast his heart is racing.

It's in tandem with yours.

And perhaps, that's all that matters.

Maybe you were an idiot not to have realised it sooner. Maybe you were just in denial too. But it's as clear as day now, and you really can't deny the fact that it has always felt like you and Satoru were made for each other. Because when you take his hand into yours, and it feels like the spaces between your fingers were shaped just to hold him like this, you're certain that it's always been more than just sex.

"Satoru?"

"Yeah?"

"Me too."

He gives you a quizzical look. You smile.

"I love you too."

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igotanidea · 10 months

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What is wrong with you!? : AK!Jason Todd x reader

Just a little something to outline how i see this verse going. Suggestions/requests/feedback is highly appreciated.

WARNINGS: angst, SMUT minors DNI, probably bit of OOC

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He was strong enough to snap her body in two if he wanted.

To break her neck.

To choke her.

To hurt her.

But somehow in his crazy, washed brain, he knew he needed her. And in some messed up, freaked out, impaired way he felt for her.

Not only because she knew what he’s been through, but because it was also so easy to dump all his frustration into her.

He failed in his mission to kill Batman?

Rough sex

His militia was questioning his abilities to lead?

Blowing steam off while pounding into her.

Did he love her?

Yes.

No.

Honestly, what is love? He lost the meaning of this word a long time ago. What he felt for her was like what the owner feels for a pet. Some kind of allegiance. Sure, he would feel some sort of emptiness if someone were to take her away and would probably kill that person off while getting his revenge, but it was nothing more than that.

Or at least that was what he was telling himself.

He was not Robin anymore and his childish infatuation for her surely turned into something more animalistic. She was at his mercy.

Just like right now.

There were some disturbances in the force and it made him angry. Angry enough to grab her from the tech room where she was working and drag her into his own bed, stripping off his armor and clothes, doing the same to her, pressing her to the mattress with all the brute strength he had.

“Jace…..” she writhed underneath him, feeling him kiss her body with the animalistic urgency, biting, scratching and squeezing. All of her body, except her mouth. He avoided that like a plague. He didn’t need intimacy, closeness and all that bullshit. She was just a playtoy for him. The same way she was for Harley back in the days. The same way he was for Joker. “Please….” A single tear flew down her cheek.

“Shut up.” He hissed, entering her without any prep or warning, just with one push. And it hurt like hell, even after all this time she was kept in Arkham like a prisoner. Well, he was big after all. Her poor body should have been used to all kind of torture by now, but the truth was far from that. And Jason made sure she stayed tight for him. “Just shut the fuck up and take what I give you.” Jason added, putting a hand on her mouth to muffle the scream she dared to let out.

“Jace….” She moaned, not sure if it was pleasure or pain. The fact was that she might have developed some sort of Stockholm syndrome. She knew him when he was Robin. She loved him when he was Robin and in the back of her head she had this crazy scenario that if she could only comply with his action and commands he would come back to her. Love her back. Love her again.

Poor little thing thought she could save him from himself.

She believed that she could be the one to see and have the real Jason, not the Arkham Knight. But the more she tried, the more she failed. “Baby….” She writhed, one of her hand reaching for his chest and shoulder, trying to touch him, to feel his skin against her, to ground herself.

Mistake.

She wasn’t appalled or disgusted by marks Joker left on him.

He was.

“Get your hands off me!” he shouted and grabbed her tiny wrist in his ironclad grip, leaving bruises and making her whimper in pain. She should have known better. He hated his body, all those scars and imperfections. He hated being reminded of the past tortures and rough treatment and her touch, even if it was so loving and tender did just that. “You little whore!”

“I’m sorry.” She cried out “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…..”

“Just shut up!” he yelled picking up the pace, pounding into her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. He did not care about her silent begging, pleading and whines. If anything, having such sense of control only spur him on. “I know you like it, don’t you? Being treated like a slut you are? Hm? Y/N? Answer me!”

“Jace…..” she begged, squirming and trying to free her hands, which were now pinned above her head “I….I…..” he was rough, brutal even, but he never failed to bring her pleasure, by some twisted accident igniting the fire inside her and her body slowly started to take over making her unable to form any coherent though, settling on arching her back, whining and silently begging him to not stop while losing her breath.

“So cock drunk, aren’t you?” he groaned, pushing her body back to the bed harshly, one hand still pinning her hands to the mattress, the other gripping her hip, pushing into her more, harder, faster. “So fucking stupid you can’t even answer one question?”

“I….. ah! Please…..” she whined throwing her head back, exposing the soft flesh of her throat.

“Oh, no, you don’t get to cum. You’re here to serve me, remember? Not the other way round.”

“please…. Jay, please…. I’m so….. “ she gulped awkwardly. She shouldn’t even think about saying it, but it just slipped past her lips “so close. So good. You’re so good. God, Jason, please, please, let me. “

“No.” he smirked vindictively grabbing her throat, cutting the air supply and watching her struggling to breathe. He himself was so close to cumming now.

Finally, with just one more thrust he came inside her, letting out groans and animalistic sounds. But not words. He felt good with her, but it wasn’t like he was going to admit it.

And this time she got lucky since she managed to orgasm with him.

It happened from time to time, not that he cared at all.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He pulled out, immediately reaching for his pants ready to go back to his duties.

“Don’t go.” She cried out, pulling herself up, her blurry eyes and tear stained face making him stop for a second. What the fuck was wrong with her? He treated her like nothing and she still gave him that loving gaze? Why? She was supposed to break, to let go of all her hopes and fantasies filled with happy future with him and yet, all his actions did nothing to make her do that. “Please, don’t leave me.” She begged, her body shaking, clearly getting into the subdrop phase. She needed aftercare, even the slightest aspect of it. Her entire posture, her curved, trembling lips, the stain from the tears on her cheek.

She was so fragile and vulnerable.

She was so pathetic.

Fuck!

Those were the times when something in him broke. He might have been brainwashed to hate batman and everything connected to him, his freaking assistant included, but it was y/n. His friend, his first love (and most probably last, since he didn’t have much opportunities to meet girls). He wanted to hold her. She’s been through enough. But he couldn’t break. And even her sad eyes and extended shaking arms were not enough to make him change his mind.

“Clean yourself up.” He muttered “you’re dripping.”

And then he moved towards the adjacent bathroom. He needed a moment for himself. To collect and control every stupid emotion bursting inside him. The thin walls however did nothing to muffle the sobbing and crying of Y/N, who was shaking on the bed, silently calling his name, begging for attention like a little child. Even after all he’s done he was crying for him, wanting his touch and hugs and care and attention.

Fuck, he couldn’t go soft.

But it was painful to hear her like this.

To see her broken. By him. By the only person she wanted and need.

Fuck, she was making him soft.

He yelled in frustration and punched the mirror.

Hard. Hard enough to break it into little pieces that fell to the ground and hurt his knuckles.

The sound clearly scared her, since in a second she appeared in the bathroom door, watching him bleed to the floor. Wearing only her shirt and panties since it was all she could grab in a hurry to check on him.

Fucking check if he was all right.

“what are you staring at?!” he yelled turning towards her. Her eyes wide in fear, her lips trembling, her body shaking but she was so fucking beautiful like this. Just like in the other life, before Harley left her fingerprints on Y/N.

“I… I …..” she stuttered “you’re hurt.”

“Yeah, so what? It’s not like I haven’t been before.” He shrugged, shoving her away, trying to move past her.

“Let me help you.” she whispered, lifting her hand trying to reach him, but quickly realizing how much of a mistake it would be. Again. “Let me patch you up.”

“Why?”

“Cause I don’t want you to bleed. I don’t want to see you like this. Please, Jason, let me…. Let me help you.” she mumbled looking at the ground, too shy and scared of another punishment for even suggesting something like that .

Jason couldn’t comprehend it.

How was it possible that she wasn’t completely broken like him?

What the fuck was wrong with her?!

“Why do you care?!” he yelled in frustration, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her into the wall, a little squeal escaping her lips in the process. “Why?” he grabbed her chin making her look at him

“You know why…..” she sobbed

“don’t you dare saying it!”

“I…. I won’t….. I won’t, I promise. Please…. It hurts.” He let her go, preventing her from falling to the ground. “Let me….”

“Grab the kit. Just do your job. And do it silently. I don’t want any other stupid words coming out of your mouth, you hear me?”

She nodded and without a sound sat him on the bed taking a spot next to him. Her skillful, soft hands patching him up quicker than anyone else ever could. Years of practice as Wayne assistant (i.e. Batman’s helper).

“thank you” he whispered when she was done, not looking at her. She just nodded again, smiled lightly through the tears and laid down on the bed, not daring to hope for anything. Not anymore. And Jason was not going to give her anything, apart from throwing her a blanket so she could cover herself. And then he left, leaving her in the dark, still unable to figure out what was wrong with her.

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dudecunt · 4 months

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mom who slaps and hauls her bratty son around to put him on his knees, the outline of her cock hard and obvious in her sweats in front of his waiting face. he's trembling, afraid, but not even crying, more confused than anything. when she tugs her waistband down it frees her dick, bouncing, angry with arousal in front of his face. before he can even hesitate she's pinching his nose, waiting for him to splutter before clamping his mouth shut. she laughs darkly seeing his face, the rage and disbelief in his eyes amusing to her, nostrils closed beneath her fingers. he shudders in...disgust, yes, when she bumps her cock against his lips, a glob of thick precum sticking to the seam of his mouth.

"open your fucking mouth you bratty bitch," she hisses, taking her free hand to slap his cheek hard. "open it or else you don't get to breathe."

he's stubborn, but he has to gasp for air eventually, the tip of her cock keeping his lips open. he thinks for a moment about biting. this was so fucked up he could barely believe it was happening. she grits her teeth, sliding more of her cock into his mouth, and it's unreal, all of it. "don't fucking think about it unless you want your asshole destroyed today. i'll leave you naked on the fucking street after. watch your teeth."

she allows him to breathe while coaxing his throat open, and he feels her shiver against him when his nose is buried in her pubes. he gags at the intrusion of his throat, spit flooding around her cock and dribbling partially to the floor. unbelievably, she gets harder in his mouth.

"attaboy," she mutters, which he ignores, trying to shift around in his place on the floor from pure discomfort, nothing else. his eyes flutter back when she pulls him off her cock slow to the tip, then sliding all the way back in, her answering moans each time she taps the back of his throat and feels it spasm rich and pleased. his hands grip his own thighs clumsily for any sort of anchorage, trying to cope with something so fucking big reshaping his throat.

she pulls him off her cock and he can't help but, for a moment, watch it bob in front of his face, strings of spit connecting all over its length to his tongue and lips, and he sucks in desperate puffs of air, a mix of thick saliva and precum spilling down his chin to his t-shirt. he looks back up at her, feeling her tug at his hair a little and he jolts, trying his best to stay perfectly still even as she jerks her creamy cock head right in front over him. "mom," he grits, sounding way less angry than he planned on sounding, something like a fucking whine underlying his words.

she chuckles, sounding a bit surprised. "fuck," she sighs, "you're so cute. you look like you like this."

he scoffs. "why th'fuck --" and he's cut off by her slapping the length of her cock against his face, pushing her balls against his lips. "mom stop. y'rfucking sick, i hate you," he tries, more muffled as she groans looking down at him totally degraded.

"such a little shit. suck my balls."

he's a little weirded out at the speed at which he listens, but he's just doing it so this is over soon. she seems to be getting close from all the stuttered moans and whimpery gasps she's letting out. she fists the tip of her cock, still laying on his face as he lavishes her sac with his tongue, and then her hips are jolting. he feels her balls tightening, the pulse of her heavy dick, and horrifyingly, his eyelids flutter with the rawness of it all. something definitive stirs in his gut when her cum hits his hair, his entire body shivering, mouth still working at her sac.

"knew you were a slut," she murmurs, "fucking whore. is this why you run through so many girlfriends?" she spits, yanking him away from her, lugging him back up to drag him to her queen bed and toss him over its edge. he bows at his waist when he stumbles, face burning with mortification. "what the fuck are you talking about," he says, voice hoarse, trying to get back up only for his mother to manhandle him fully onto the bed. he knows. he already knows, but he feigns ignorance, hoping she'll drop it --

she's yanking his shirt off now, ignoring his squeak of shock to palm at his tender tits and thumb at his nipples. she slaps the hand looking to grab at her arms and do something, shove her away, anything, before simply ignoring his continued pushing and pulling at her working hands. "mom, mom, stop--"

"i'm talking about you and those seedy fuckin' girls you're always bringing in my house," she mutters, her hands trailing down to his stomach to massage there and against his waist in a move that's so oddly soft his efforts falter for a moment. "wha'?" he says, sounding so stupid, so dizzied.

"god, they're awful," and she's yanking his joggers off along with his briefs to toss them across the room completely, "wondered what you saw in them until i kept hearing you getting drilled through your fuckin' bed through the walls. then you dump 'em like it's nothing."

she tugs him down towards her by his hips, and only then does he realize he's stopped fighting, eyes blown wide as he listens to his mother's admissions. "that's --" and fuck, she's spreading his legs to get between them, they cannot do this. "wait, mom," he says, rushed, voice dying when she lowers herself down to his -- oh. his throbbing, soaked cunt.

he's dripping down his asshole to the sheets. a hint of grating, infuriating smugness underlies her face. he glares as best he can, but he feels like he just looks dumb.

"huh," she says simply, worming her arms between his legs so she can spread his pussy wide with her thumbs. it feels like lightning shooting through his body, and he twitches with it. fuck.

"guess i was right. did all that just to piss me off, huh. needed mom to fuck you properly?"

he squeezes his eyes shut, even as he feels globs of slick gushing from his hole. "you're so disgusting. you're so fucking --"

his breath catches when her lips kiss his clit, and now all of his effort and energy is going into not making noise. maybe the -- the wetness is a fluke. maybe it's just his body protecting him, he thinks weakly as her tongue slips down to flutter against his hole and clit in tandem. his hips jerk, her mouth hot against his cunt, dipping down, nose tapping against the throbbing nub as she drinks down his juices. yeah, maybe his body is just preparing...in case she tries to rape him with her cock. she's big, after all. pathetically, his breath catches on a whine and he gushes even more. this can't be real.

begrudgingly, he realizes how much better she is at this than any of his shitty girlfriends. he's...admittedly, he's never been this messy before either. he tries not to think about it and moves to tangle his hands in his mom's hair, tugging -- away, he thinks...?

she grunts, ignoring the pitiful amount of pressure applied to her scalp, laving a wet, expert tongue against the pulsing bud in her mouth. "christ, you taste incredible," she whispers, and his whole body twitches even more, head rolling back. he's trying to understand why, how...what's going on? he's throbbing so badly. her arms are wrapped around his thighs and they're so warm, so secure. too late does he notice himself rocking up into her mouth.

"fuck," he manages, sounding wet and crackly, disbelieving. "mom, pl --" and he stops himself, shaking his head. no fucking way. something coils tight in his stomach, sinking down into his core. no WAY. he can't.

"y'can," she encourages, her voice reverberating against his pussy, her tongue and lips working him open, worshipping his clit, stimulating him in ways he thought were exaggerations before his mom of all fucking people proved his beliefs wrong.

awfully, his body starts to spasm. "'mgonna cum," he says, sounding fucking miserable even as his body radiates pure heat, singing along with her ministrations.

she pulls away.

the denial feels like a punch to the gut and a blessing all at once. "holyshit," he rushes out, a mixture of gratitude and pure irritation flooding throughout him. "oh my god." he closes his eyes, unwilling to look at her.

he tries to scramble away but she's tugging him back down against her, both legs pressed together and held against one of her shoulders. his eyes flash open. she can't be serious. "mom, don't. seriously," he rushes out, looking her right in her eyes while he tries not to crumble under her gaze, filthy and predatory. she licks her lips. "so you weren't being serious before?"

"idon't --" he starts, sobbing once when she lowers her waistband completely, not bothering to shed any clothes fully. "you know that's not what i meant please. please mom," he says, voice shaking, and now the tears are coming, hot and streaming down his face. "i'm ovulating. you can't, you can't."

she lets out a sigh that's all rumble. "jesus fucking christ," she mumbles, seeming actually conflicted. her cock's pressed up against his thighs, hard again, seemingly even more so. but she can't, they shouldn't. all the wrongness that clouded over as his orgasm reached closer just moments before has started to roll over him, nausea in his stomach along with pure white-hot arousal. horrifically, it doesn't cut into any of it, doesn't stop how bad his boycunt is pulsing for his mom, how slick continues to pool under the small of his back. "we can't," he says, weak, disgusted with himself. because he doesn't know if he could say the same about not wanting to.

his mom looks to the ceiling, eyes closed, dick pulsing. he feels a bit of precum leak from her. he takes in the line of her throat, the shaky, heavy breaths she's trying to take in, her plump lips, full lashes. he's not going to think about how pretty she is right now. unbelievable.

"ugh," she decides, tugging his legs open. "fuck it. i'll get you a plan B. i'm gonna breed the fuck out of you," and despite his sputtering, his little nononos and mom you can'ts, she's pushing inside him with a horrifying ease.

he's so wet, so open, and she didn't even finger him but he...

"you're taking me so well," she coos, hands pressed down on his thighs, only smiling down at his tear-stained, terrified face. her eyes are blown completely black. "fuck," she husks, hips stuttering halfway in his cunt. "calm down, honey. you're squeezing me too tight."

something in him snaps. with clumsy hands, he covers hers with his own gently. "'msorry," he blurts, trying to relax. he's so fucking turned on. he's so turned on he can't believe it. "pull --" he chokes, hips pathetically trying to grind forward despite the broken request. "mommy, pull out, i need to --"

she groans at the name, one he still calls her every so often playfully -- he swore it was innocent, but it has such a dark tinge to it now. and she listens, cock slipping out so he can squirt all over it and her sheets with a drunken moan. she chuckles, working her dick back in.

"y'rso..." he starts, feeling her reach even deeper in him. "so big, mom." it's breathy, strung out, and he whimpers like a dog when she starts fucking him gently with a little more than half her length, working him open with long, steady strokes. "please."

"please what, huh?" she sounds a little winded already. with each push she's sinking deeper into his pussy, his fertile pussy, hissing at the feeling of his cunt soaking her cock in creamy wetness. he wants it, wants her fucking load, wants multiple.

"all of it," he babbles, "want it all inside, gimme it, please."

she closes her eyes carefully, hips stopping, and he sobs, trying to rock forward under her pin to no avail. they inch back open, low, primal. "yeah," she whispers, dick sliding further in and fuck, fuck yes, her balls are pressed fully up against his hole. "like this?"

he can't respond, other than fully body twitches around her fat cock. she laughs, evil, low, and then grinds her dick inside him, allowing his pussy to nurse hungrily on it as much as it wants. "i love you, mom," he admits weakly, completely broken, his body thrumming with heat.

"god," she gasps, "i love you so much, kid," and she lowers herself, hands guiding his legs around her waist so she can give him tongue kisses, both their mouths spit-slick and molten-hot. he's never had sex like this before. he doesn't wanna stop having it, doesn't want this to end.

in the midst of sloppy kisses, her thrusts lengthen, his pussy sopping wet and noisy around her. she pulls away reluctantly, spit snapping from between their mouths so she can press down on his legs to mate him, his calves wobbling and toes curling mid air as she pounds him properly.

"your mom's gonna get you pregnant," she says, gritty, a new, hungry roughness, sentence broken up by nasty thrusts. "who's pussy is this?"

"yooours," he croaks, gushing and squirting around his mom's dick now, no longer needing her to pull out with how open and ready his boyhole is. "'s your pussy, mom, breed me --"

she pulls out completely and he chokes on his own spit, body wracked with uncontrollable tremors as his cunt clenches around nothing. she's staring down at his pussy in awe, and he can see the glaze of juices he's left on her dick, the stream of precum she squirts onto the bed just tracking her eyes up the line of his body.

"just needed to fuck you to get you to obey," she mumbles, sheathing herself balls deep once more. as soon as her cockhead squishes against his cervix his body is quivering with a silent orgasm, squirt splashing against her pubes and all over her dick, milking her cock, begging for a load swimming with babies. he's babbling nonsense, eyes rolled back, hands limp as they rest atop his womb.

"fucking --" she starts, voice almost unrecognizable as she drills his pussy with ignited vigor, extending an already mindmelting orgasm. wet, filthy slaps fill the room, unable to block out his submissive whines and squeals and her grunts of effort. "take that fucking dick."

he doesn't quite recognize his voice anymore once he's three...four minutes into an unending orgasm? her stamina is ridiculous. under the bitch moans erupting from his throat, she's growling, muttering like an animal about fucking him up for anyone else, turning him into an incubator. he agrees, says yes to all of it, wants it as long as it means he'll keep getting fucked by her like this.

six minutes in, his eyes are glossy. he's not sure if he'll ever stop cumming. it hurts so, so good. he looks up at her, in disbelief but for a thankful, grateful reason now. she looks carnal.

"made a'mess all'over my cock," she grits out, "fucking whore. i'm cumming inside."

"yesssss" and new, strong waves hit him, shutting him up completely as she paints his cervix and walls with loads. she doesn't stop fucking him while she cums, her thrusts mean, punctuated, final. there's no way he's not pregnant. there's not even a possibility that he isn't.

when she stops cumming, she gives him a few more angry thrusts before pulling out entirely, moving away from his spasming, shaking, quieted body to let his legs collapse to the bed. his vision is blurry but he can distantly hear her pumping her cock over his juicy, bred cunt, and he shakes harder when he hears a sweet moan and feels a second load splash right onto his womb.

he cleans her cock off with his mouth on wobbly knees once he stops shaking so intensely, which takes him almost five minutes, vision slowly coming back to him. with a sickeningly sweet kiss, his mom whispers down to him that she's going to the drug store, lugging his twitching body back into the bed. she leaves to bring him a few water bottles with the clinking of her keys already in her hands. as soon as he hears the front door shut in a hurry, he swirls a hand around his clit, trying to get as many orgasms as possible in while he reminisces on his destruction before she can come back. i'm fucked for life.

#wow #!nc3st #sloppy deepthroa #mind break #degrading k1nk #evan's brain #nblw nsft #nblw ns/fw #r4p3 kink #breeding k1nk #mommy k1nk #squ1rting

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request: "hi! i'd like to see some kind of possessive and jealous harin x reader when harin saw reader got close to someone or when reader just want to make harin jealous by flirting with someone (like suji) to make harin gets jealous on purpose so theres a smut scene after that .g!p harin if its okay! pls consider my request if u have time. have a gday!!" | me: thank you, I hope you have a good day too!!🩷 btw, I wrote g!p for the first time and it was fun|

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: not proofreaded(probably misspellings, etc), smut with a little bit of a plot. g!p harin, jealous!harin, kisses, hickeys(marking), breasts play, possessive!harin, fingering, blowjob, dom!harin x sub!user, unprotected sex(don't do this in real life), rough sex, harin being harsh and rough but adoring, degrading/praising(harin teasing reader with vulgar and dirty words, but then speaks to her gently and lovingly).

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: you always understood why harin was so obsessed with the game and you knew that the game was very important for her, so you were never against it, and always supported her when she had any difficulties. you were infinitely understanding, but not infinitely patient, so your patience began to wear out when harin began to devote much more time to the game than to you. what's the best way to get attention from your jealous girlfriend? exactly, make her jealous.

game, game, game... everything always about game. It’s not that you’re incredibly needy or ask for too much attention, not at all, but you haven’t been getting even that lately. you snuggle to her, your hands carefully pushing under her shirt, you gently outline her ribs with your fingers and press your lips to her neck, whispering.

"harin... i missed you today..." you softly whisper in her ear, trying to get her attention at least s little. but she just hummed in response and nodded. she doesn't even try to pretend to listen to you, huh?

"yeah, yeah... i missed you too." harin said without taking her eyes off the screen of her phone on which the pyramid game app was open. you frowned a little and decided to go for more reaction from her.

"I'm going to go out with my friend tonigh." you said and fell silent, expecting a million questions about with whom, where and for how long.

"go out?... mhm, delightful we can go out tomorrow if you want..." the audacity!... she's not listening at all? she just listens to some few words from all the sentences and tries to answer so that you won't sulk at her.

"I'm saying I'm going out with friend" you say a bit louder, making accent on "with friends".

"oh. uh, okay? with doah, right?" now she sounds a little more interested but still not enough to your liking. you sighed in annoyance and pulled away, saying something like "forget it" and laying on the bed facing the wall. you like being in harin's house because you can spend more time together but harin just acting like this... with the growing feeling of disappointment you fall asleep, thinking about how tomorrow in school you'll take more serious and provocative measures.

the next day at lunch you sat down at suji's table, starting a casual conversation. you take a bite of the rice cake and a brilliant idea came to your mind. you reach into your lunchbox with your chopsticks, pick up a piece of kimbap and with as innocent as possible smile, hold it out to suji’s lips. for a moment you see how confused she got but her lips parted, letting you place the kimbap into her mouth.

"what do you think?"

"oh. It’s delicious, thank you.” suji says with a little surprised tone of voice, though, the kimbap is really tasty.

"really? I'm glad you like it. you know, I cooked it myself." you say proudly. It wasn't entirely true, of course, but who cared now? clearly not suji who only thought that it tasted really good. you were just taking another piece of the delicious treat with chopsticks and again handing it to suji, when harin noticed with a sideways glance that she had entered the school canteen. you had a hard time not letting your lips curve into a sly grin when you realize that everything is going exactly as you planned, because you noticed how harin is frozed at the entrance and her gaze is directed in your side. you smile again in the cutest way possible, continuing to act as if you didn’t notice harin’s presence.

"would you like a treat? i have some marmalade candies... they are not as sweet as you and not as soft as your sweet cheeks, of course, but still pretty good." you see how suji’s eyes widen in surprise or at how dumbfounded she is by your "incredible” flirting skills, but what matters — harin comes to your table and sits next to you, trying to act casually, unbotheredly, but you see how her hand clenching in fists.

"you never fed me like that." harin says, looking at your chopsticks with her empty gaze. though, you know this look to well, this empty gaze saying more than any words. but you just shrugs and keep going.

"suji-ah, do you want more?" you ask her sweetly and place some of kimbap onto suji's plate. after that you take a napkin in your hands, rise from the table a little and lean closer to suji. you gently touch the corner of her lips with a napkin. "you've got crumbs here. aw, such a cutie, i can help you."

you don’t have time to say another word when suddenly you feel harin’s iron grip on your wrist, and a second later she’s already dragging you through the corridor to the locker room, where she locks the door and pushes you against the wall, making your eyes widen and knocking a gasp out of you when your back lightly hits the wall. you see how the corner of her lips twitches and she bites the inside of her cheek, she literally eating you alive with her eyes.

"what the hell was that?"

"was there something?" you raise an eyebrow, playing dumb. you know how harin hates when you do this, because you’re not stupid at all and she knows it. but you just can't stop yourself, you're too pissed off by how she treated you yesterday.

"you know what i mean!... why did you do that, huh? why the hell did you get along with suji and be so nice to her? you've never even fed me like that!..." oh how jealous harin is... you even notice how she starts to sulk a little. she will probably remember this situation to you for a long time and will force you to feed her for a long time because you did it for suji today, so you should do this for her as well.

"maybe I was just being friendly? or maybe I was just trying to make friends? or maybe I'm just tired of being ignored?" you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning your back against the wall. your eyes are stubbornly directed at harin’s face, not ready to give in and look to the side. It's not your fault, why should you be embarrassed or worried?

"tired of being ignored, you say? ignored by whom? I constantly see how someone looks at you. do you have any idea how annoying this is to me? here is my girl, and everyone is looking at her... why? you're mine, i don't want others to stare at you." she starts out annoyedly, slmost angry, but by the end of the sentence she becomes a little thoughtful. harin is silent for a couple of seconds, and then you notice the playful twinkle in her eyes and the way her lips curl into a sly grin. now you're so close that you can literally feel her breath on you, and now you're literally pinned between the harin and the wall and you definitely won't be able to do anything about it. her gaze roaming over you from top to bottom and from bottom to top and you feel the tension subsiding a little, she adds teasingly.

"though, i shouldn't be surprised, should i? you're such eye candy, no wonder everyone is staring at you. hmm, my bad, baby, it's not your fault you're so beautiful for me that everyone wants to be with you."

you feel your body heating up, blush covering your cheeks and your thoughts slowly dissapearing. you wanted to tell her everything, to tell her how tired you are that she doesn’t give you enough time... oh, it seems that harin has tricked you again. what a devil, she knows how much you love such a sweet talking, and always uses it to get away with everything, always when she says something like that to you, you lose focus and completely forget that she, in fact, was at fault. or you forgot about it at least for some time, good for her too. you’re not sure how everything happened so quickly, but you catch yourself as harin sits down on a chair and pulls you along with her, sitting you on her lap. you gasp, her fingers already working on the buttons of your shirt, while you do the same, trying to take of harin's shirt. your girlfriend succeeds and within a moment there is no shirt or bra left on you, the cool air tickles your skin, making your nipples harden. you can almost feel her grinning as her lips wrapped around one your nipples, as she hears you're cute little gasps an moans. she feels your hands gripping her shirt, which you still didn't managed to take off. her tongue circles around your nipple, you feel harin sucking on it, as her hands roaming all over you body.she occasionally moves away from your chest, only to whisper about how beautiful you look now and how perfectly your body feels under her fingers.

"I feel how you trembling... isn't it funny? just a moment ago you were ready to scream and curse me, and now you’re trembling and moaning on my lap... I think you said you wanted attention, so I'll give you all the attention you deserve, baby"

harin's hands are on your hips, she starts to rock them against herself, making you feel her cock twitching in anticipation through the thin fabric of her pants, amd you feel like you're falling apart in her hands. every touch, every brush of the skin and every grind she did... it's just too much.

"such a pretty little thing you are...you only want me right? mm, you begged for attention from suji so much today that you made me worried. you're mine and mine only, remember? my girl is too good to want anyone else, isn't she?"

her hips make a few light thrusts, again letting you feel how hard she is for you, just the thought about it makes you wet. you want more: more friction, more touching, more attention. you move your hips with upset hmpf, clearly displaying how needy you are for her. you grinding against harin’s thigh, leaving a little wet spot on it through your already soaked with need panties. a satisfied smirk appears on harin's face.

"such a needy girl, all wet just because I let you sit on my lap. it's almost embarrassing. although..." she paused as if thinking about something and then added. "although I love you for how needy you are . I feel powerful because of this, you know? and what could be better than to have power over such a lovely girl like you?"

your cheeks getting warmer, blush spreading across them and you want to say that you feel shy when talking to you like that, but she interrupts you with a kiss. her lips cover yours, and her hand lets go lower, lifting the elastic band of your skirt and panties with her fingers, you feel her fingers pushing apart your wet folds, toying with you and you gasp into her lips. she uses this moment to shamelessly push her tongue into your mouth. you can’t hold back your moan and, and without think you pull away a little, which makes harin have to hold you by the waist, not letting you slip off her lap. your hips already twitching from time to time begging harin for something more significant and she pushes one finger inside you, now unable to hold back a moan either. she breaks the kiss, her lips immediately falls to your neck, she leads a trail of wet kisses along it and occasionally you feel nibbles on your skin and hear harin whispering “mine” into your neck. the movements of her finger are so slow that you feel as if she is deliberately torturing you, just waiting for you to beg... and you will.

"harin, please... more... faster..." you mutter and tilt your head to the said, giving her better access to your neck.

she hummed in agreement but didn't speed up even a bit.

"what exactly you want, hm? tell me and i might consider granting your wish..."

"I want more than your fingers..." you mutter in embarrassment, which only makes the grin on harin’s face grow larger and you feel her dick twitching under her pants, but she is far more patient than you are.

"aww, baby wants me inside? why wouldn't you just say that?" she teased and pushed one more finger inside, moving just enough to make you burn with desire. "if you can't say what tou want, ride my fingers. i think you should earn your treat, after all, you upset me today. or is this too much for you as well? or do you just want someone else? imagining how suji could fuck you, Is that why you were so nice to her? you're such a slut, what a pity... didn't I teach you manners?"

It seems that now you are overtaken by the consequences of your decision to “tease” harin and make her jealous. of course you didn’t want suji, you didn’t even like her, but there was no point in making excuses, the best thing you can do — listen to her. you start rocking your hips up and down against her fingers, moan left your lips, and you speed up, at least, to the pin when you still can maintain balance on her lap. she watches you fuck yourself with her fingers and the previous frown gradually disappears from her face.

"you try so hard to improve, it's almost funny. my sweet girl, doing so well for me, aren't you? just a little more... i want you nice and stretched for me, just how i like you."

she bited her lower lip, this picture where you on her lap, fucking yourself with her fingers, all so needy, guilty, and out of breath, but still so wet, making a mess on her palm. and your eyes covered with a veil of desire and lust. just too much for her to bear, her pants feel painfully tight. harin cursed, her fingers pulling out of your drenched pussy, she lifted you up, making you just stand on the floor and told you to pull her pants and boxers down, and that's exactly what you do. her cock standing proudly right before you, hard from arousal and already covered in precum. you can't help but almost whimper at this view.

"on your knees, baby. being on you knees and sucking me — perfect place for such an attention-slut."

such dirty words, but somehow they make you wet even more, to the point where your slickness slowly flowing down your thigh. maybe because you know that she doesn't mean it seriously, or maybe because you just into this. anyway, you kneel before her. your lips open slightly, you outline the head of her cock with your tongue, licking ans tasting her pre-cum and then you slowly wrap your lips around the shaft. your head moving up-and-down in deliberate motion, and you hear harin's gasp. you trying to take more of her into your mouth, and her hand finds it's way to your head, digging her fingers into your hair, squeezing and pulling it when your lips wrapped around a particularly sensitive part.

"aww, what is it, baby? can't take more?" she teased, her fingers dig into your hair, not painfully, but so that you feel her control over the situation. it's even comforting...

"wanna help? my adorable girl, can’t cope at all without my help, can you?" for a moment her hand lets go of your hair, moving down to your cheek to stroke it. you just look so adorable kneeling in front of her, and how your cheeks suck in when you suck her off and your eyes are full of desire and devotion for her.she gently strokes your cheek, at the same moment your tongue circles around her, you manage to take half of her length, making her moan. you’re really making this difficult for harin, she really wants to “help” you. and she will, she can't hold herself back anymore. her hand finds its way into your hair again, squeezing it, controlling your movements and speed. she forces you to take her entire length, you can feel the head of her cock pressing against your throat. it becomes difficult to breathe but you hold on, trying to please her.

"what is it, dear? too fast for you, huh? hold on a little more... just... fuck!... a little longer..." harin moans and bites her lower lip, it’s just feels too good when you take her all, she loves to feeling when you almost choking on her dick, but still so eager to please her. she loves the look on your face, your teary eyes. your tearful eyes and your hands resting on her hips is all that is needed for her to reach her peak and pour right into your mouth, pulling away at the last second, letting her cum fall on your chest. you feel her release in your mouth and the way it sliding down your throat. you try to swallow, but you only manage to swallow part of it, the rest rolls down your chin and neck in droplets.

"you're such a dummy, baby... didn't I say that you should swallow everything?" harin said in scolding tone, her voice sounds sincerely sad. like she was really upset that you didn't swallow everything.

"I tried to swallow everything, okay? it's just... you know, it was a lot..." you mutter, pouting a little.

she sighed but nodded, you see that she is not upset with you, really, just a little sad but she won't hold it against you. harin tells you to get up and gently pulls you by the waist. she sits, so when you stand up to your full height she has to bend down just a little bit to see your needy cunt. she can't help but hum in delight when she sees you dripping, even the inside of your thighs is already all wet.

"you're so much wetter just because i put you on your knees and you sucked me off? so pretty... you love my cock so much you would beg me for it, wouldn't you?"

all you can do — nod frantically. she wanted her attention abd you getting it. she pulls you even closer, tempting you to sit on her lap. you lower yourself onto her, your hand goes down to your pussy, and you grope harin’s cock and bite your lip, fighting the urge to jerk her off. you point her shaft straight to your pussy and it smoothly slides into you. you moan, you feel so full and stretched, this feels so right, as if being here with harin and shamelessly taking her in school locker room is what you actually exist for. she lets out a satisfied moan, her grip tightening on your hips as she enjoys the sensation of her cock reaching your cervix. she leans forward, nipping at your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as she thrusts harder and faster.

"that's right, feel me deep inside you. fell the attention you craved so much." she growls, her voice filled with lust and pleasure as she feels how tight your pussy is. "feel every inch of me, baby..."

her hips drive into you with furious intensity, the angle allowing her to hit your most sensitive spots with precision. the pleasure builds within you, the intensity growing with every thrust. notuch timepassed before you feel orgasm crashing on you, making your legs tremble. harin climaxed right after you, her warm and stiky load feeling you up.

you are both trying to catch your breath, finding something very comforting and soft in being like this: messy, but so close and happy. you feel harin's hands gently wrapping around your shoulders and her head dropping onto your shoulder.

"i love you" pause "though, don't even think of getting close to someone else."

#character x reader #wlw #pyramid game #baek harin #pyramid game x reader #baek harin x reader

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soft-mafia · 7 months

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Crush [Buggy x Reader] [Part 2]

warnings: female reader, nude drawings

a/n: here’s part 2!! I know a couple of people have been asking for it so I have delivered!! :D

part 1

Buggy sighed, standing in front of Y/n with nothing on but his socks, “Disappointed?” He said with a gruff sigh, “I know I’m not as.. hunky as some of your drawings but.. just try to make it work.”

Y/n looked at Buggy’s naked body with pure adoration in her eyes— he was much more handsome that she ever imagined. She was too enamored with her gawking that she didn’t even listen to what he had said.

He wasn’t going to lie, the way she was looking at him was kind of creeping him out. He detached one hand to wave it over her face, “Y/n? Hello?”

“Oh my god! The one thing I forgot!!” She gasped, Buggy’s hand flew back to his body as he was caught off guard by her sudden burst back to reality, “Your body hair! Your chest hair— that’s what was missing!!”

Buggy’s eyes widened a bit, “Huh?! Eh— aren’t those things that you want to avoid?”

Y/n set her book down and walked over to Buggy, standing closer to admire him even further, “No way! I think it makes you look so much more sexier!” She put her hands over her mouth and giggled as she blushed. Buggy’s entire face went red, he then laughed, feeling flattered and flustered at the same time.

Y/n shuffled closer to him, tracing the outline of his abs with her finger, “I think you are a hunk. I mean, yeah I kind of took a bit of— artistic liberties.. but you’re still sexy.”

“And my- and my dick..” Buggy mumbled under his breath, “Not as big, is it?” He sighed.

“Wellll, it was an educated guess. But I got pretty close.” Y/n shrugged, then looked down at it as it hung between his legs, she bit her lip. It was thick and meaty just like she imagined it. Buggy couldn’t help but smirk, “Yeah, you like what you see, sweetheart?” He grinned, putting his arms behind his neck to flex his muscles a bit.

Y/n squeaked when she noticed she was staring way too much and hid her face, “I-I’ll get back to— drawing you..” she hurried back to the chair across the room, holding her sketch book. Buggy sighed a bit, and here he was thinking he was about to get some action.. oh well.

“You.. wanted to be taller, right?” Y/n said, looking at her book, then back at Buggy.

Buggy put one foot up on a chair, his hands on his hips, “Yeah, and more buffer, maybe.. with a bigger hat or something too. Something that makes me look cool.”

Y/n giggled, rolling her eyes softly as she began to draw. A few minutes passed and she got the base sketch down, she then looked back at Buggy, starting on the actual line art.

“Jeez does it always take you this long?” Buggy grumbled, his leg starting to cramp a little.

“Yeah duh. Art isn’t easy.” Y/n said, biting her lip as she made Buggy’s abs look extra chiseled, and his hair extra long and voluminous. “So.. you don’t mind that I’m drawing you like this? You don’t think I’m creepy or anything?”

“Well..” Buggy started, looking off to the side, “I was.. weirded out at first, but to be honest I look better in your drawings than I do.. yknow, in general.”

“That’s not true!” Y/n looked at him, “I draw you because you already look hot.”

“Ugh.. don’t lie to me.” Buggy sighed, then looked back at Y/n, “Do you think-.. in your little drawing, you could draw me with a, normal nose? Just any kind of nose but not this big red thing.”

Y/n blinked at Buggy, pausing for a moment, “Why? Your nose is the best part about you..” Y/n was wondering how Buggy would react to this.. he always thought everybody was talking smack about his nose(even when they weren’t even talking about him in the first place..) she wondered how he would take a genuine compliment..

“I told you not to fucking lie to me!!” Buggy snapped, “That’s a cruel way to joke to somebody!! Disguising insults as compliments.. you should be ashamed of yourself!!” Buggy growled, then looked at Y/n’s sketch book. He then stormed over to her, making her gasp as he snatched it out of her hands.

“Is this a joke too? All of these drawings, were you purposefully drawing me like this with my nose just to insult me?!” Buggy growled, “Was everybody else on the crew in on this too?!”

“B-Buggy! That- that doesn’t even make sense, I would never do that!!” Y/n tried to reach out to grab her book, “Buggy, I think you’re handsome, really! Your nose is fine!”

“That’s Captain Buggy.” The man growled at Y/n, which quickly made her shut up and freeze in fear. “You know what.. this isn’t working out. Get out of my room.” Buggy growled and turned away from her after giving her book back, shoving it into her chest.

Y/n had tears in her eyes as she felt her heart break. Her mouth opened, lips trembling— she wanted to say something so bad, something to make things right but.. she was too scared. Y/n sniffled a little bit, she hugged her book to her chest while walking out of Buggy’s quarters.

Buggy sighed and slapped a hand over his forehead, he wrapped a towel around his waist before sitting on the edge of the bed and cracking open a bottle of booze, downing it like there was no tomorrow.

A little after midnight, Buggy was in a slightly intoxicated state. He felt awful, he felt ugly. But most of all— he was starting to miss Y/n. She was so sweet, she actually liked him, she liked him enough to obsessively draw him over and over again. And he just pushed her away. Buggy felt like an absolute asshole, and it made him want to drink even more.

He was about to put the bottle back to his lips again before he heard a knock on his door. He growled, “Go away!” He grumbled.

“C-Captain Buggy.. can I come in?” He heard Y/n’s voice from the other side of the door. Buggy’s eyes soften upon hearing her sweet voice, but then he growled again, “I told you to fuck off!!” As much as he wanted to open the door and hug Y/n until her eyes popped out— he was still pissy at her. Because in his mind, there was no way a girl like Y/n could genuinely find somebody like him attractive. She had to be playing with him.. messing with an old man’s emotions; what a cruel little bitch.

“Captain please, it’s important.” Y/n sounded like a dog scratching on its owner’s door wanting to be let inside..

Buggy growled and stumbled off of his bed, stomping over to the door before slinging it open, “Make it quick.” He growled.

Y/n opened her sketch book and flipped to a page, then showed him a drawing— it made Buggy’s gaze soften once more. It was the drawing of him that she was working on hours ago, he was so.. majestic, his hair was long, shiny and looked like it was blowing through the non existent wind. Y/n had made Buggy so handsome that he didn’t even focus on the nose at all. He had his foot up on a rock, waves were crashing behind him while there were some mermaids in the background flipping in the air. And his dick was huge as always(Y/n drew his actual size this time, now that she knew what it looked like)

“Awww.. baby..” Buggy slurred in his drunken state, wiping a tear from his eyes, “You made me so handsome— I-I’m sorry for yelling at you.. and being an asshole.” He sighed, “I should- I should give you a kiss.” Buggy stepped forward.

Y/n giggled and closed the book, holding it at her side, “I dunno Buggy.. why don’t we wait until you’re sober? I don’t really like the taste of- MMFF!” Without warning, Buggy smushed his lips against Y/n’s. She cringed slightly at the taste of his beer, but she decided to just accept her fate and kiss back.

This was all she ever wanted anyway, attention from her handsome captain. Even though he could be a grumpy pain in the ass sometimes, she thought it made him even more handsome and adorable.

Before she knew it, Buggy was dragging her into his room, then slammed the door behind the two of them.

Y/n had unknowingly dropped her sketchbook out in the hall when Buggy dragged her away. Some crew mates stumbled upon the new drawing, and they laughed their asses off about it for the rest of the night.

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown #one piece x reader #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #one piece live action #opla #opla buggy

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achenetype · 2 months

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loser! luke who sees aphrodite!reader with tons of gifts and letters from admirers and gets a bit insecure about his crush on her but all reader really wants is for him to man up and tell her his feelings 🥹🥹🥹

loser!luke nation rise UPPPP. pathetic men are the best

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

content: some suggestive themes, luke being so whipped for reader it hurts, daughter of aphrodite reader, mutual pining, first kiss (let's go luke you finally did it!)

listening to: right here by chase atlantic

you knew he liked you. he wasn't exactly subtle about it, but then again, no one was subtle to you. you were aphrodite's daughter. the goddess of love had blessed you with, among other things, the ability to sense feelings from a mile away. and luke's feelings were strong.

they changed depending on the day. every now and then, talking to him, you'd catch a tiny flicker of love from him. when you'd helped him look over strategy for capture the flag, his emotions rung out companionship, shot through with striations of the kind of love you have for a comrade in battle. mutual respect, and care. so much care.

now, when you're sitting shirtless next to him in the apollo cabin, squeezing his hand as one of the medics stitches up a wound on your arm, his feelings are dark. they're murky, as if clouded by something else. his eyes flick up to yours as you suck in a breath through your teeth, but they don't stay there for long; his gaze falls over your body; your chest, your stomach. the band of skin between your bra and your waistband.

you realize, a little slowly, that what he was feeling was lust.

so yes, you knew luke liked you, as much as any other guy did at least.

other guys at camp would give you gifts, ask you on dates. sometimes, they would write you letters, pages of messy, cramped demigod handwriting about how much they loved you. how they would do anything for you, how they could see themselves kissing you or fucking you or starting a family with you.

luke wasn't like that. he was your friend before he was anything else, and he didn't posture for your attention or try to impress you.

plus, you actually liked luke back.

he squeezes your hand again. "hey," he says, leaning over to look at your injured arm. "it's not too bad. only a few more stitches left."

you nod, biting your lip. luke's thumb rubs tiny circles over your knuckles, little concentric things that ground you to the world.

you wish, not for the first time, that he would lean in and kiss you. at least brush his lips against your hand, the way you can feel that he wants to.

you wish he would do a lot of things.

when the two of you are walking back to your cabin (because luke insists on being a gentleman, and you aren't going to refuse him when he smiles at you) he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled envelope.

"i was going to give this to you when we won capture the flag," he says, "but you...you got hurt, and i figured it might have been a bad time."

his eyes search your face as he holds out the letter. it's addressed in curving, fluid script to you, and as you open it luke's emotions flicker with uncertainty, with fear.

[Y/N], I think I'm in love with you.

oh. oh.

You're one of the only people who I can really be myself around. I could explain every reason why I love you, but that would take a lot more paper, and I already think this letter is going to be embarrassingly long. I've thought about you-

this sentence is scribbled out, but you can make out the faint outlines of the words even though you probably never give me a second thought imprinted into the paper. you look up at luke, who flushes a soft red.

You make me feel real. You're like a planet, and I'm just a moon orbiting you. Every time I see you, I feel like I can do anything in the world. I want to treat you right, better than anyone else ever could.

"luke," you say.

he looks up, and you swear his eyes are shiny with tears. "c'mere," you murmur, and pull him into a hug. "gods, you took long enough to tell me."

his arms wrap around you slowly, as if he's expecting you to be ripped away from him. when you pull back, one hand draped over his shoulder, he cups your face in his hands and thumbs over your cheek.

"can i kiss you?" he whispers.

I love you, and you are everything. You're the whole world. I would be honored to have you. — Luke.

"yes," you say back.

his lips meet yours, and you feel luke bloom with reddish-purple love. he kisses you like he's waited an eternity to do it, hungry, sloppy.

"i love you too," you murmur, and he laughs against your lips before kissing you again.

#— ash’s writing!#pjo #pjo imagine #pjo x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fanfic #reader insert #fem reader #aphrodite!reader #fic writing #mutual pining

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justmeinatree · 4 months

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please please please (NO PRESSURE BUT) (IM BEGGING YA)

something extremely smutty where like niall is working out: (literally need nothing else completely go ham its up to you but just like LOOK:)

the little jerk as he lifts up yk what im talking aboutt lets not pretend we're not *respectfully* looking.

as if i could say no to this 😅 it’s not the smuttiest thing, but if we’re open to a part 2, there’s a lot of room to play 😏

Word Count : 1.3k

it was the breathy grunts that first got your attention.

you’d never cared much for niall’s workouts, always preferring to have the quiet time, enjoying a cuppa, maybe a book or tv show. but as you were just getting cozy with your tea, pulling the blanket over your legs, you could hear him from down the hall.

it piqued your interest, the sounds he was making having reached your ears, and for some reason, shooting down to your centre, leaving a little tingle of interest.

and for that same reason, you were now leaving your warmth and comfort, flinging the blanket back over the arm of the couch, trudging down the hall.

once you pop head around the doorframe though, eyes coming into contact with your boyfriend, the tingle of interest in your cunt quickly turned to a dribble of excitement.

because fuck, was this the scene you’d been missing out on all these years ? you’ll have to remember to scold yourself for that one later, but for now, your brain was short wiring. niall was currently laying on his exercise mat, legs bent up at the knees, slightly spread, his arms straight up above his head, doing some sit ups with an exercise ball in his hands. and, since the universe wanted to punish you even more, with every flex of his abs, his hips would thrust up just a bit with the force of the movement.

he was glistening, a sheen of sweat all over his skin, torso bare for your eyes to ogle. and when did your drip of excitement turn into a full fledged puddle of arousal ? how long had you been watching ? why are you quite literally feeling yourself leaking down your inner thighs ?

it’s once he lays back down, taking a moment to breathe between sets, that you make your presence known. you weren’t exactly trying to, but a small whimper managed to escape your throat without permission. but really, his entire body was stretched out, muscles flexed, and if you look really closely, you can see the outline of his cock through his shorts. you really can’t be blamed.

niall’s eyes flick over to the door, noticing you, quirking his eyebrow, “what is it, love ?”

you bite your lip, heat rising on your cheeks at the prospect of being caught. however, niall was your boyfriend, had been for a long time, and moments like this don’t much embarrass you anymore, “d’you always look this good while you workout ?”

a loud breathy chuckle erupts from niall, echoing through the room, “gonna start joining me, sweet girl ?”

you squint at him, tilting your head to the side, looking at him with a playfully untrusting look, “was this your plan all along ?”

and so maybe he wanted to see if being a little louder than usual, a little more grunty than usual, would make you come over. and maybe he chose to forego his shirt, and maybe he spread his legs a tiny bit more than usual, in an effort to keep you around. “does it really matter now ?” he smiles innocently, “can see how wet your thighs are getting.”

“i hope you plan on doing something about that,” you smirk, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s antics.

“can’t do anything from way over there,” he hums, nodding his head in a come hither motion, “c’m’ere.”

as you finally step into the room, waltzing over to niall, he quickly reaches out for your ankles, his sheer strength taking over your moment of weakness, making you stop with your feet spread on either side of his head, eyes locked straight up between your thighs.

it was still early enough in the day, you hadn’t changed from your sleep shorts, tiny piece of fabric without any panties, something niall typically likes to tease you about, “why even wear anything if you’re gonna put those on,” he always drones on before bed.

but for now, he’s not complaining a bit, a fairly good view of your sopping cunt, peaking through the drenched fabric, arousal coating your inner thighs, “s’a good thing i’m parched,” he groans, hands gliding up your calves, stopping behind your knee, abruptly giving a tug, making your legs buckle. you squeak loudly, echoing through the room, as you were caught off guard, knees colliding with the mat underneath niall.

with your cunt sitting right above his face, niall groans, feeling the hot hot heat radiating off of you, “christ, and i thought i was warm,” he mumbles, his tongue darting out to lick along your skin.

he swirls around your thigh, taking his sweet time, lapping up any bit of arousal that’s made it way past your shorts, before moving onto the other thigh.

your legs were trembling, head tipped back, as your breathing accelerates. he was avoiding any area near your pussy, every ounce of your being aching for more. more tongue, more touches, more niall. more, more, more.

but once your skin was cleaned up, he pats your legs, groaning, “perfect post workout snack. think m’gonna jump into the shower now, baby.”

your eyebrows furrow immediately, because absolutely the fuck not, “like hell you are,” you quip, shuffling yourself until your centre is hovering right above his stiffening member. “you clean me, i clean you,” you murmur, leaning down over him.

and just like he did for you, your tongue slowly laps up the beads of sweat over his stomach and chest, feeling the ridges of his abs with every stroke.

your eyes flutter shut, the musky, heady scent of sweaty man wafting through the air, the salty taste on your tongue, it was doing things you never could have imagined. not once had you really given workout niall a chance like this, something he always does much too early in the morning for your liking. but the more you were delving into it, the more your brain was swirling with want. with need.

you couldn’t stop, too caught up in licking as much of him as you could, tongue flicking over his nipples, mouth attaching to his pulse point.

and it was working. you were teasing him right back. his telltale little breathy pants huffing against your ear whenever you were close to his neck, fingernails indenting your hips, his cock now painfully hard.

you’re not even sure niall’s noticed that his hips have started rolling, searching for any sort of relief, something you’re not too keen on giving into quite yet.

so a moment later, you pull away, coming to a stand, “better get that shower going, we have some things to do today.”

niall scrubs his face in his hands, groaning loudly for a moment, before getting up with you. and as quick as a flash, he’s got you scooped up in his arms, running off.

you squeal again, laughing loudly, as he whips down the hall, around the corners, and into the washroom. he quickly closes the door behind himself, setting you down on your feet, pinning you against the wall, “can forget about all those things you have planned today. gonna be too busy.”

you hum, your body melting against the wall, as niall’s mouth leaves a trail of open mouth kisses over your shoulder and neck, teeth nibbling on the shell of your ear, “hmm tell me. tell me what we’re gonna do.”

“gonna start by showering with me,” he murmurs against your ear, “and if you’re a good girl, i might use the shower head on you.”

you whimper, nodding quickly, “please, fuck. what else ?”

niall tuts, shaking his head, “depends how good you are for me. now how about stripping down and washing me off in the shower ?”

“yes, yes anything. m’a good girl, i promise.”

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#niall horan #niall horan writings #niall horan smut #smut #niall horan fic #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan x you #niall horan x reader #niall horan blurb #niall horan imagine #niall horan one shot #niall horan masterlist #one direction #hello lovers #writings #justmeinatree

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theladyofmanyfandomsafterhours · 5 months

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More Than We Thought.

Shanks x Reader

Explicit | NSFW | 18+ only

Warnings: Heavy (but ‘delicate’?) smut under the cut - trust me. There’s no build up, we just dive right in.

A/n: It’s purely self-indulgent. I’m hiding under my covers so you can’t see me - is it working?

Inspired by Dirtier Thoughts by Nation Haven.

I’ve written clean fanfic over 6 years so I’m terrified to post something so explicit. But we’re allowed to branch out right?

For less steamy fics, try the main blog.

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Shanks pressed his hand just under your belly button, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of where his hard length had entered the most intimate part of your body. He could feel himself squeezed inside. He moved forward slightly and saw the bulge underneath his palm follow the movement.

He glanced up at you and saw your head laying on the mattress, chin tilted up and lips between your teeth. He pushed in deeper and the bump grew slowly. You hummed at the sensation. Heels adjusting on the edge of the bed as you spread your legs as much as you could to let him in.

Taking the positive signs, Shanks kept going further - keeping an eye on the way your hand gripped the sheets. But his main focus was seeing how high the bulge under your skin could go before there was no more space. He wanted it to reach your belly button but even the human body had its restraints.

Bit by bit, he pushed until you let out a soft gasp when he had hit capacity. Shanks looked down at where you were connected, a small frown settled on his face - there was still a bit more of him left.

“Shanks.” You whispered. “What’s wrong?”

The Red-Haired pirate smiled. “I’ve filled you but I...” he leaned forward to kiss your neck. “I’m bigger than we both thought.”

There was a pause before you gave a breathy response. “Push it in.”

Shanks peppered another slow kiss beside the first letting his tongue linger just a little. “Are you sure?”

Looking down, you finally met his eyes since it all started. “Push it in and then repeat it.”

Shanks laughed softly and caught your mouth with his. Nipping the bottom lip when he pulled back. “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow if I start.”

Lifting your head up slightly, you copied his kiss and tugged at his lip lightly. “I dare you to have me not walk for a whole week.”

The grin on Shanks’ face distracted you for a split second until there was a sudden harsh pressure in your core as he forced the rest of himself inside you. The fit was undeniably tight and Shanks knew it. He hit the one sensitive spot that made you react in a way that made his heart race. Head thrown back, eyes closed, your mouth opened but was unable to voice a desperate scream. Only managing a short and sharp, “A-Ah!”

“Are you okay?” Shanks asked just to be sure.

You took a few seconds to catch your breath and adjust to his size. “Fine - a little warning would have been nice.” You told him honestly. When his smile dropped a little, you grabbed his chin and smiled. “But where’s the fun in that, right? Do your worst.”

“Looks like you’re not going to be able to talk for a week either.” Shanks returned with a smirk.

He pulled out carefully and when his hips moved a second time, he slammed himself into you - this time getting one hell of a scream from your lips. Then he did it again - pulled out to the tip before ramming back inside - and then again, determined to make your legs tremble until they wouldn’t hold you upright for the next week…or more.

Each thrust sent your voice screaming spirals into the air sometimes as a cry of pleasure other times just his name - and it only spurred him on. When Shanks started to speed up, your hands found his body. Nails clawing into his skin with a dull pain but it was nothing compared to what he was pounding into you.

If it became too much, you would shout the designated safe word but until he heard any part of that phrase, you were at his mercy. His hard length diving in and out of your body -

…until you couldn’t speak.

…until your legs quaked.

…until you had no more of your juices to release.

…until your insides were drowned in his hot spend.

And until your body was newly shaped to fit all that he was squeezing.

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A/n: Still in shock I wrote that. Sweet dreams x

#opla!shanks smut #opla!shanks x reader #opla!shanks imagine #akagami no shanks smut #opla shanks imagine #opla shanks x reader #shanks imagine #shanks imagine smut #shanks x reader smut #shanks smut #shanks x reader #opla imagine #opla smut #opla x reader #one piece x reader #one piece smut

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nocasdatsgay · 19 days

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Sharing Is Caring: A Neapolitan Bond’s Fic

Day four of @polyacotarweek : Adventure

Summary: Azriel has a surprise for you after the ball in Hewn City. That Surprise is Rhys and Feyre.

Master Post| Poly Week Master Post| A03 Link

Rating: E| Word Count: 4339| Pairings: Azriel/Eris/Reader, Feyre/Rhysand, Azriel/Rhysand, Feyre/Reader

Warnings: Rope Bunny!Reader, all sorts of various sex, bdsm undertones, consensual partner switching, Azriel and Reader POVs

A/N: I don’t elaborate fully but I do mention there are established rules amongst the three of them. Kink plays into this but it’s unspoken understanding that they can and will stop or refuse something at any time. The part where Az explains rules laid out is more about Eris being the dominant in that moment than it is about their poly bond. Feyre and Rhys are a “surprise” but it’s been discussed off scene that yes, being with them is on the table for all three participants.

Tagging: @saltedcoffeescotch @hieragalbatorixdottir @ysmtttty @mybestfriendmademe

You shivered when Az slipped two fingers between your bare skin and where the rope rested on your back. He was checking to make sure Eris didn’t wrap it too tight. He gave a hum of approval and withdrew them.

“How do you feel?” He leaned in by your right ear. “How is your breathing?”

“I'm good. I can breathe fine.”

You inhaled sharply on instinct. The ropes wrapped all around your chest and waist were comfortable. Restrictive and snug, but not as tight as you’ve had them before. Decorative knots trying them in place pressed along your spine. You couldn’t see them but they felt nice. Az kissed your cheek.

“Good. Now slip on your dress and let’s see how it looks.”

You turned, and walked to the bed. You’d laid out dress before Eris came in. Your cheeks heated as you picked it up, your hands visible through the thin fabric. The room instantly filled with the scent of both your mates as you pulled on the dress. You turned to face them- eyeing Eris specifically.

Azriel had picked out this dress for your visit to the Night Court. Eris would not be attending- just you and Azriel as representatives of the Autumn Court. Which was why Azriel had Eris practice his harness, so you’d feel him even if he wasn’t there. Though there was arousal in the air, you felt the annoyance from Eris through his bond before he shut it down.

“It’s not that bad, is it?” You bit your lip and walked over to the mirror.

The dress itself was beautiful. Gray with an iridescent sheen, cut in faux modesty. The swooping neckline wasn’t low enough to show off your breasts. But the fabric was thin and it didn’t stop the red rope from shining through- or the color of your areolas. The fabric was less see-through around your hips thankfully. But two high slits in the skirt left little to the imagination. The sleeves were long and when you turned, the knots of the rope could be seen like flowers along your back.

Eris cleared his throat. “I don’t know if I can’t let you leave like that.”

“Hold on,” you replied.

Skirts billowed between your legs as you walked to the bathing room. You knew his issue was your breasts. Territoral brat, you thought with a giggle. There was a trick you picked up in Dawn- they loved their flowy fabrics but that came at a cost of thickness. You just had to remember where you put them. You dug around in your drawers and found it- two cloth discs close to the color of your skin and a bottle. You took them to the sink and laid them out. As you shook the bottle and Eris and Azriel came into the bathing chamber.

“What in the cauldron is that?” Eris asked.

“Samira gave me these.” You replied simply.

“That doesn’t tell us what it is, baby,” Az chuckled.

You ignored him and pulled at the neckline, careful to not stretch it too much. You took the one you just outlined with the sticky paste and gently placed it on your breast. Once you were satisfied, you first looked in the mirror and it wasn’t visible outside the dress. You turned to your mates.

“Better?” You asked.

“Yes,” Eris grumbled.

He still frowned, looking between your covered breast and uncovered one. Azriel was grumpy as well but for a different reason. You knew he was put out by the fact your your breasts weren’t visible any longer. He loved showing you off, unlike Eris. You liked it too but felt this was a good compromise. Last thing you all needed was Eris storming the Court of Nightmares to kidnap you because he couldn’t stop thinking about you and your exposed skin.

You put the other one on and adjusted the dress when you were done. The rope was still visible and beautiful under the dress but only the shape of your breasts were visible now. You went and put the bottle back and once again turned to your mates.

“Can we go now?” You asked innocently.

Az was already dressed, black leather trousers and a deep gray formal shirt cut to fit around his wings to go with the dress. You did your hair and makeup before Eris put the ropes on you and it was getting dark. Az might be a fan of ‘fashionably late’ but you weren’t.

“Yes,” Eris looked between the two of you. “And I better not get another note from Rhys saying someone caught you in the corridors again.”

You and Az both rolled your eyes at the same time. You were just kissing- but someone blew it out of proportion. Probably because Az had his hand up your dress on your thigh. You blinked realizing right then that’s why Azriel bought this dress with high slits. You tugged his bond and he tugged back sending a smug confirmation. Ass. You sighed and walked up to Eris to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“I’ll behave Daddy.” Fire flashed in his eyes as you ducked away, knowingly teasing him.

“I make no promises,” Az added, he too giving Eris a quick kiss. “Is what we talked about still on the table?”

“Yes,” Eris cut his eyes to you. “But only if you want it.”

You didn’t know what it was. Azriel told you he might have a surprise after the ball. If it was something Eris agreed to then it fell under the established rules between the three of you. Though you were certain that surprise was actually a someone or someones.

“Of course,” you replied, waving him off.

As if your mates ever forced you to do something you didn’t want.

“We will be back tomorrow,” Az took your arm. He smirked at Eris. “If we don’t return by noon I’m sure you know how to storm Hewn City.”

“Don’t tempt me. Enjoy your little adventure,” he said sarcastically.

You clung tightly to Az as his shadows enveloped you, shadow walking you into Hewn City.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The party went as well as you could expect. Azriel put on a cold persona, guarding you very closely in the beginning until you were near the High Lord and High Lady. He relaxed a little after. Mostly due to Cassian riling him up. The teasing between them did not escape you, not when it was more than what they did during visits to Valeris.

You stayed near Nesta and Feyre, Nesta dragging you out to the dance floor more than once to make Cassian and Azriel pay attention to you both. By the time it was past midnight, you were firm in belief of what surprise Azriel had in store for you.

You both headed to suite Eris normally used on Hewn City. The room even smelled like him when Az shut the door behind you. You were making your way to the bathing when Az pulled you by the ropes under your dress so you were back against his chest. He kissed your neck while shadows circled you both.

“Are you up for playing?” He whispered in that deep tone that made your eyes roll back.

“Maybe.” You hummed as he kissed your neck again and his hand came up to cup your breast. “Just us or will we have a guest?”

“You know me so well,” Az nipped at your ear.

“Who is it?”

“Rhys and Feyre.” He felt you tense and immediately added. “We don’t have to baby, it’s just a suggestion.”

You moved out of his hold to face him. “It’s not that. I just- I thought it would be Cassian.” Your face heated at the confession.

Az’s gaze went dark and he grinned at you. “Do you want to play with Cassian?”

“Maybe, but it was just how he talked to you tonight, I thought-” Heat creeped up to your ears. You didn’t know why it was embarrassing. “Well I- liked it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time. I’ll tell Rhys you said no-“

“I didn’t say no.” He cut his eyes to yours and you saw his wings flare out a little. “I just said I thought it was going to be Cassian and Nesta. I’ll play with Rhys and Feyre.”

“You sure?”

“Yes sir.”

His cedar scent sweetened and he dropped his eyes to your chest. “Take those fucking nipple covers off first, then we will go.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Az shadow walked you to the open hall of moonstone palace. The chill air made your nipples harden under the fabric now that your covers were removed. He took your hand and led you down the hall.

“Eris said you can have Feyre any way you like but Rhys can only use his fingers on you.” He whispered into your ear. “But if you want, he suggested you sit on his face and humble him.”

“And you?” Your body was already flushing at the idea.

“I can have Rhys if I want to. If I do anything with Feyre, it’s up to you.”

“Do you think I’ll get jealous?” Your giggle echoed along with your footsteps.

“I would be offended if you didn’t.” He kissed your cheek.

Azriel finally stopped at a door. He didn’t knock- you assumed he alerted them with his mind as there was no shock from the occupants when you stepped inside. Across one side of the room was a large bed. Big enough for Illyrian wings and others comfortably. Right across from the bed were two chairs who housed the current room occupants. Az dropped his hand to your lower back, guiding you towards them.

Rhysand and Feyre watched the two of you, their gazes made it look like they knew something you didn’t. Your nerves spiked; you put up your mental shields like Eris taught you just to put yourself at ease. Az stopped in front of them. Feyre’s gaze raked over you. Rhys was the one who broke the silence.

“Did you enjoy the party?”

“We did,” Az replied. “But I think we’re going to have much more fun here.” Az, ever the flirt.

“We have rules.” You said it quickly, your nervousness coming out. “Did Az explain them? Before?”

“Yes, baby,” he chuckled, answering for Rhys. He always found your nervousness cute. “You don’t have to worry about Rhys. He knows what he can and cannot do with you.”

“I won’t get you in trouble,” Rhys winked at you. For some reason that made you blush.

Feyre stood, her white gown glistening in the fae lights. It was a beautiful dress; a halter top with a high slit. It was even more beautiful in contrast to her tattoos. But you always thought Feyre was beautiful. The air between you was charged even though she stood a few steps away from you.

“Can I see? The ropes?” Feyre’s eyes widened with what appeared to be excitement. “I have never seen that before.”

You looked to Az and he nodded, removing his arm from you. You slipped the dress down off your arms and shoulders, letting the fabric gather at your hips. Feyre’s mouth fell open as she looked you over.

“It’s so pretty,” she breathed, walking around you. You preened under her attention. “Did you do this,” she asked Az from behind you.

“Eris did.”

“Can I touch you?” Feyre stopped in front of you and bit her lip.

“You may.”

She reached out and touched the rope that wrapped around and lifted your right breast. You inhaled sharply, trying to not gasp. Her finger tips skimmed across the rope, ghosting along your skin. She looked up at you again and you didn’t have to see her pupils were blown out. You could smell her.

“Can I touch you,” she asked again, damn near breathless. You knew what she meant.

“Please.”

You swore you heard your mate chuckle. Her hand went to your breast and you whined. She stepped closer and ran her thumb along your nipple. You didn’t ask permission when you leaned in and kissed her. Gods you hadn’t kissed another female in so long. You both sighed and your arms went around her neck. Her lips were softer than both your mates and she tasted sweeter too when you slipped your tongue in.

While your hands undid the clasp on the back of her neck that connected her dress, Feyre pushed at the fabric gathered at your hips. She hummed against your lips when her fingers met bare skin instead of underwear. Shoes were kicked off and the clasps on Feyre’s dress let the straps fall off her, her heavy breasts freed. You pulled away to look at her, your hand running down over her chest to cup said breast.

“Beautiful,” you muttered.

You glanced up at her and circled your thumb on her nipple. That was all it took for her to push off her dress and push you onto the bed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Az was mesmerized watching you kiss and undress Feyre. He didn’t even tell you to stop and ask for permission- you looked too happy. That and his shadows hissed at him to leave you be. He fell back in the chair behind him and just watched, his cock stirring in his pants as the smell of you hit him hard.

Azriel.

Rhys.

He didn’t bother to look at him, still watching you and Feyre climb onto the bed together. His hand absentmindedly rubbing his now hardened cock through his trousers. Then his view was obscured. His focus shifted to look up at Rhys.

I didn’t ask for you to come here just for you to ignore me all night. He smirked.

Then get on my lap.

Rhys stared at him, thinking. Or at least pretending to. Az knew Rhys well enough that even after centuries he still had to act like he wasn’t eager. Azriel’s wings flared out as Rhys moved and straddled his thighs. Az reached and grabbed his ass, pulling him close. Rhys finally leaned in and pressed his lips to Azriel’s. There was a content sigh that left him when Rhys slipped his tongue into his mouth. Az didn’t know if he wanted to curse or praise Rhysand’s silk trousers. They were making him slide against Az’s leather pants while in his lap and each time Azriel pulled him forward, Rhy’s hardness would bump against his own.

Gods I missed you. Rhys moaned into his mouth.

Az missed him too. He loves Eris and you; but he still missed being with Rhys and even Cassian. Only fleetingly; you and Eris satisfied his heart and soul. That didn’t mean he was immune to reminiscing about the times before. He was surprised Eris let him do this when he asked.

Az groaned and bit Rhys’s lip.

“Fuck,” Rhys pulled back gasping. Az looked up concerned.

Your mate just gave mine one hell of an orgasm. Rhys started to laugh softly.

Already?

I may have been edging Feyre all night. Rhys grinned smugly.

Azriel’s shadows started to work on their clothes, undoing his and Rhysand’s pants. Az was grateful- he felt your pleasure building through the bond. One look around Rhys and he saw you with Feyre crawling over your body.

Looks like Feyre is about to return the favor. Az chuckled.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The moment you were on the bed, you made Feyre lay up at the top. You gave her just a moment before you lavished kisses on her body, leading yourself down to settle between her legs. Feyre tasted as good as she smelled. You immediately lapped up her wetness, your tongue finding her clit and your fingers slipping into her with ease.

That’s good. Feyre spoke it into your mind but moaned loudly. Oh that’s really good.

It was weird being able to talk to Feyre without using your voice but nice at the same time. You felt around for a moment inside her and Feyre bucked against your face.

Found it.

You grinned and sucked on her clit. It did not take long- Feyre squirmed on the bed, pulled at your hair and a few minutes later she gasped and was pulsing hard around your fingers as you worked her through it. She was catching her breath when you pulled out your fingers, sticking them in your mouth to lick them clean.

Rhys edged me before you got here. Her pretty face flushed.

Those do make for the best orgasms. Az edged me so much one time that I came just from Eris touching me.

You looked her over as you pulled your fingers out of your mouth. You realized she had a faint glow to her.

“You glow.”

“Only when it’s good.” She smirked.

“Glad to know I made it good.” You smirked back.

You moved back over her, intending to just kiss for a moment. However, Feyre was in your mind and looking up at you while biting her lip.

Can I, you know, go down on you?

You don’t have to.

Feyre ignored your reply. She flipped you over onto the bed so she was over you now.

I want to. Tell me what to do.

So you did. You laid back and let her kiss down your body, taking her time and touching the rope still on you. When she finally settled between your legs, you told her to just do what she liked done on herself. You still had to guide her a little. She moved her tongue differently than Az and Eris, a welcomed change that had you rubbing yourself against her face.

Careful you said when she pushed her fingers into you. You have longer nails.

Right, sorry. Feyre made sure to be gentle.

“Good girl,” you whispered when the pads of her fingers found that spot inside you.

She moaned against you and you pushed your hands into her hair. Looking up you could see Rhys sitting in Azriel’s lap. Shadows were flurrying around them. You focused on the bond. You could feel Az’s joy in taking care of Rhys. You pushed your pleasure through and grinned when you felt him tug back with a warning. You weren’t pushing your luck, not tonight. You went back to focusing on Feyre and mummering your praise as she brought you over the edge.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

With the help of his shadows, he had Rhys’s shirt open and his pants undone. While Az let his own shirt slide off onto the floor behind the chair, he kept his trousers laced. Az wanted to focus on Rhys first. Rhys was insatiable as ever, his kisses getting rougher while shadows played with his chest and nipples. Az forced him back long enough to spit on his hand and start stroking Rhys’s cock.

Rhys groaned and went back to kissing him. Azriel’s strokes were slow, almost lazy. He loved working his partners up and this was no different. He felt you through the bond, like a questioning pulse. Az sent down his feelings and let you know he was enjoying himself. You sent back pleasure that shot down his spine and made his hips buck.

Your mate? Rhys grinned against his lips.

She’s being a brat. Az replied playfully.

Azriel tugged the bond once: a warning if you didn’t back off, you’d be in trouble. You seemed to take the hint and your side of the bond backed off. Az went back to stroking and kissing Rhys. It didn’t take much longer for the High Lord to reach the edge. Az pulled back. He stroked him faster and leaned in to bite at his neck. Rhys roared a curse and a rumble went through the mountain as he came all over Az’s hand and between their chests.

“What the fuck was that?” Your voice carried loudly.

Az busted out laughing, still stroking Rhys who for once looked embarrassed.

“If it’s good, he makes the mountains shake,” Az could hear Feyre giggling as she said it.

“Not funny,” Rhy shoved at Azriel’s hand but didn’t move off him. He buried his face against Az’s neck. Something he hadn’t done since they were youths.

“Poor Illyrian baby,” Feyre called out.

“Every time?” You asked. He could see you looked shocked. “This is a High Lord thing, isn’t it? Eris makes the fireplace damn near explode sometimes.”

Rhys pulled back, brows raised at Az. “Does he?”

Az laughed. “He’s getting better at controlling it. Something you could learn to do.” He looked around to you again. “I’m going to tell him you spilled his secret.”

“It’s not a secret when the whole damn Forest House knows. They’re just too polite to say it to his face.” You grumbled just loud enough for him and Rhys to hear.

Azriel tugged the bond twice and you tugged back once. A promise to behave. He turned his attention back to Rhys.

“You made a mess. I think you should clean it up.”

“You’re just trying to get me to suck your cock,” Rhys leaned in and kissed him hard. “You’re lucky that it works on me.”

“I am good at getting High Lords on their knees.”

Az laughed when Rhys shot him a look, slipping off his lap and tucking himself back into his pants.

You could just fuck me. Rhys sank to his knees. Or did Eris say no?

He was afraid Rhys would ask. He didn’t have it in him to explain his feelings about it. He just sighed aloud and mentally replied.

I say no. It’s nothing personal.

Understood.

Rhys didn’t push it. He used his magic to clear away the mess and then focused on undoing Azriel’s trousers. Az sat back and watched Rhys take him out of his trousers and immediately take him into his mouth. Az slumped in his chair, the tension he’d been feeling all night seeping out of him. Rhys remembered just how he liked it too, tongue swirling around the head of his cock each time he pulled back.

Az didn’t draw it out. He grabbed Rhys by his hair and forced him to take him down his throat. Rhys choked and Az came, spilling down his throat. He let go and watched Rhys pull back and gasp for air. Which was probably the hottest thing he’d seen all night. Az went to tuck himself back into his trousers but you tugged on the bond.

“Az,” you called out from the bed. You and Feyre were grinning at him and Rhys. “Would you be up to playing with Feyre?”

Az looked at Rhys.

Rhys gave him a lazy smile. Don’t look at me like that. I want to watch.

Of course you do. Az chuckled.

Instead of redoing his pants, he shoved them off. Rhys did the same and they both joined you and Feyre on the bed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After bidding them good night, Az shadow walked you both to the room. Mostly because you didn’t want to put your dress and shoes back on. Az was similarly nude, clothes in hand. You wanted to wipe down and go to bed; the sooner morning came, the sooner you could get the ropes off. You loved them but sometimes the feeling was overstimulating. You didn’t dare ask Az to take them off you if only because it would put out Eris. The smell hit you first. The room smelled like Eris earlier but it was stronger now. Your whole body relaxed when you spotted him in the chair by the fireplace.

”Miss us so much you had to storm the city before dawn?” Az asked.

Eris cut his eyes up from the book in his lap, looking between the two of you.

“I take it you had fun,” he slipped a paper into the book and closed it.

“Yes.” You dropped your clothes and went up to him. He set the book aside and let you climb into his lap. “Thank you.” You kissed him hard.

“You don’t have to thank me, love,” he whispered when you pulled back. “It was Azriel’s idea.”

You could hear Azriel in the background moving around the room but you remained where you were. You needed to tell him. The guilt was on your face, you knew it.

“I told them about the fireplace.” Eris blinked at you. “I’m sorry, Rhys made the whole fuckin mountain shake and I- I was a little worked up from… Feyre. It just came out.”

Eris bursted out with laughter. “Gods, the whole mountain?”

“Are you mad?”

”No,” Eris tried to stifle his laughter but failed. “By the mother, he’s been a High Lord for centuries and he still cannot control himself?”

You blinked, a little confused. Az spoke up from the other side of the room.

“To be fair, he didn’t start that until he met Feyre.” He said. “I think he showed off once and forgot how to turn it off.”

There was silence for a beat before Eris looked you over. “You look tired, love.” He stroked the bare skin of your thighs with his thumbs. “You also reek of Night Court.”

“Sleep first.” You laid your head against his shoulder, slumping into his grasp. “Can you take the ropes off?”

“Of course.”

He used his magic and the ropes vanished. You closed your eyes and sighed, relieved now that nothing was pressing against your skin. He must have used his magic to clean you or glamour on you one; the smells from Rhys and Feyre on you were stifled. You felt another pair of hands on you. Azriel pulled you out of Eris’s lap. You grumbled in protest.

“I’m just putting you to bed, grumpy,” Az chuckled. He carried you and placed you on the bed, pulling the blanket up.

You wanted to protest. You had so much to tell Eris but sleep was pulling you into its grasp quickly. You’d tell Eris about your adventures in the morning you decided; as long as Az didn’t do it first.

#poly+acotarweek2024 #poly+acotarweek2024 d4 #Neapolitan bonds #Azriel/Eris/Reader #Feysand #Reader/Feyre #Azriel/Rhysand #consensual partner sharing #I have no excuse for this #spot the moment I got tired of writing smut lol #ya girl is tired #Also Eris showed up because he couldn’t sleep #the bed was too empty but he’s not gonna tell them that

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CONNECTING ARTS | tasm!peter parker

PAIRING: photographer!tasm!peter parker x painter!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 8.4k

SUMMARY: peter is slowly losing hope for his love of photography when he finds himself at a loss of inspiration. to give his passion a last chance to prove it’s worth holding on, he decides to do one last project: to capture a stranger’s life for 1 week. unbeknownst to him, with every click of his camera, he’ll slowly fall in love. unbeknownst to you, with every stroke of your paintbrush, you’ll realize your lives are more connected than you both initially thought.

WARNINGS: mentions of death, cursing/swearing, parent's negligence, reader being an orphan, anxiety, depression, inaccuracies (?) there may be some because i’m not a photographer nor a painter. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: G]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is angsty towards the end but it’s hurt/comfort and there are more fluff moments so the destination is sweet street instead of angst avenue. this took so long to write but it’s only bc i added a little bit of mystery here about the person in the reader’s painting and their pasts. i hope y’all forgive me. enjoy reading!

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It’s truly terrifying how a person could suddenly lose interest in something they have spent their whole life yearning for.

This was Peter’s greatest fear—to watch the once-ignited flame of passion within him get slowly extinguished. Photography was supposed to be his lifeline. How could he let himself get drained of something that was his escapism?

Was it his surroundings, his personal life, or just life in general that made him uninterested in his hobby? He had no answer. He truly, certainly, absolutely did not know.

He stared at the camera that was atop the center table, and as he did so, flashbacks of the joyous moments he spent capturing people and places struck him. He had held that camera for years—garnering both little and grand memories that were far too special and memorable to forget. He couldn’t just let it go.

One more chance, he thought.

“Okay, let’s try again,” he said to himself. “One last time.”

So he grabbed his camera and went to the nearest place he thought would spark even just a pinch of inspiration—the park.

The busy yet calm buzz of people's chatter met him as the wind blew softly against his skin. He walked a few yards until he saw a bench which he sat on almost immediately. He raised the camera close to his eyes, adjusting the lens as he took pictures every now and then while scanning the surroundings.

A couple on a bench that was turned back from him and facing the city bay. The guy had his arm around the girl’s shoulders while her head rested on his.

Click.

A mother gently pushing her child that was giggling so hard at the swing.

Click.

A lovely couple walking the grounds, holding each other’s hands without an ounce of care in a world that judged them because they were both women.

Click.

A large oak tree from which the outline beautifully clashed with the slow setting of the sun.

Click.

Suddenly, his hands seemingly moved on their own as the camera panned over downwards without him even noticing.

A girl underneath an oak tree, gracefully sitting on a paint-covered cream blanket. Art supplies were messily scattered over the soft blanket while the girl was drawing something on a canvas in front of her.

Click.

He zoomed in, focusing on her face. He couldn’t help it, she was mesmerizing. The girl must’ve felt it because she looked straight at the camera, piercing his eye that was behind the lens.

He put down the camera instantly, mouthing an apology towards you as he realized he probably distracted you from your drawing. You shook your head, letting a small smile form on your lips. You gestured for him to come over, and without hesitation, he did.

You quickly but carefully moved some of your things to give him space on the blanket to sit on. “Thanks,” he mumbled. “What are you drawing?” he asked.

“Someone,” you replied, showing him the canvas. There wasn’t much on it at the moment, just the initial sketch of a person’s body and a white fence in the background. The person did not have a face yet.

Click.

Peter captured the canvas with his camera. As he looked up, he saw your puzzled face staring at him. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I haven’t asked for your permission to take pictures of you and your work. I can delete it if you want to.”

“No, it’s fine,” you reassured him. “I’m just curious, do you take pictures of everything?”

“No, usually just the interesting stuff,” he chuckled at your question.

“So you think I’m interesting?” you winked playfully.

“I…” he started to say, but then stopped before smiling. “Yeah, I do. The most interesting, actually.”

He noticed your cheeks redden, but before you could think of a reply, Peter’s eyes slightly widened as an idea dawned upon him.

“Can I ask something crazy?” he asked.

“I love crazy,” you beamed with excitement, putting down your canvas to face him. “Go ahead.”

“I was thinking… if maybe I could capture the process of you completing your artwork? Like… capture your life for a week?”

He noticed the slight skepticism in your eyes. “I know this is kinda weird considering we just met but I–I just think you’re really cool a-and awesome and I’m really fascinated by you.”

“You know, usually I don’t entertain strangers much more let them stay in my apartment… but I have a good feeling about you,” you admitted. “So…” you nodded.

“Okay, just so we’re clear, you are agreeing for me to capture and document your life for a week?”

“Yes.”

Perfect. This was the exact thing he needed. A good and worthy ending for his slowly dying passion.

“I feel like shit,” he said suddenly. “I haven’t even asked your name. I’m Peter,” he offered his hand.

You chuckled as you shook his hand. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. How do you want this to work?” he didn’t want to decide by himself since it’s your life he would be documenting in the first place.

“Uhh–here,” you ripped a piece from a sketchbook you weren’t using. With a pencil you pulled from the back of your ear, you wrote your address on the piece of paper. “That’s um–where I live. Come by tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.”

Peter smiled on his way home.

He was ready for his very last project.

DAY 1.

You awoke from the same ray of sunshine that visited you every morning through your large window. You wasted no time as you made your bed and took a shower quickly. Normally, you wouldn’t even bother to leave your bed for at least half an hour after waking up but today was different. You had a visitor and for some reason, you wanted to impress him. After all, he was the first person to ever visit your place.

The place that you called home was a studio apartment with a loft bedroom. You had no usual living room because you turned it into a painting studio. The only places where paint—with exception of white—didn’t reach the wall or the floor were the small kitchen area and the loft bedroom where you sleep every night. But above all things, your favorite part of your apartment was the large window that occupied the entire wall facing the first floor and the loft floor.

After dressing yourself in a white shirt and brown overalls, you decided to put your hair up in a ponytail. The moment you started to heat water for your morning coffee, you heard a knock on your door.

“Hi,” Peter greeted.

“Hello,” you smiled in return, opening the door wider for him to enter your humble abode.

Peter’s mouth slightly parted from the aesthetic of your apartment. His eyes scanned the place like a child in a candy store. He saw the canvases on the floor that were both empty and painted on, and the large wooden table in the middle of the room that had art supplies and an unreal amount of colorful paints scattered on top of it.

Click.

And from that moment on, he knew your place was something else.

“This place is amazing,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” you said, a proud grin presenting on your lips. “Coffee?”

“Thanks,” he smiled, accepting your offer. “How long have you had this place?”

“Since I was 19. A year after I moved out from the orph–uh from my old home.” Thankfully, Peter was too busy admiring the place to even notice you almost slipping out.

No one gets to know your past. That was your life rule. The present and the future were what mattered.

“Here,” you placed the mug atop the side table near the entrance. There was a small couch—noticeably thrifted—beside it where Peter sat. “Careful, it’s hot,” you warned him as he tried to hold the mug and drink while still being distracted by your paintings.

You sat beside him, sipping your coffee as well. “How did you get into photography?” you asked.

“I think I’ve always been interested in the art of photography since I was a kid. I’ve always loved taking photos back then and I think it’s really cool that memories can be captured in the form of pictures forever.”

You agreed, nodding your head. “Same goes with painting. Sometimes, I paint my surroundings, mostly people that I see around me; sometimes, I have pictures as my reference; sometimes, I like storing memories in my head and then painting them when I get my hands on a canvas. But the best thing about it though is that I can paint not what I see but what I want to see.”

The last line you said seemed to get his full attention. “What do you mean by that?” his face showed an intrigued expression.

“It means that I can paint whatever I want. I can paint the past, the present, and the future. And sometimes, you hate the past and the present, so you just change them in your paintings. And then when you start hating the future too, you just paint what you want the future to be. Basically, what I’m saying is, you can manipulate life through a painting. Reality and imagination share a room, and there’s really no limit.”

There was something about the words you said that made Peter realize just how deep of a person you are. It wasn’t just your paintings he was mesmerized by anymore, but also you. He would love to get to know you more.

DAY 2.

Same time, same place, different day.

“Good morning,” he greeted you once you opened the door. You let him in, excited for the day because you planned on teaching him how to paint. It wasn’t your idea, he asked you yesterday if he could be the first person you teach how to paint and you accepted the challenge. You didn’t consider yourself a good teacher, but oh well, you weren’t going to back down from a challenge.

“Coffee?” you offered.

“Oh no. You promised to teach me how to paint and I would very much like to start learning now,” he had a huge excited grin plastered on his face.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” you smirked proudly.

“How do you know which canvas to use? There are so many sizes,” he asked, standing over the piles of empty canvases on the floor.

“It depends on what you’re going to paint. Do you have something on your mind?”

“I-uh… no? I thought the idea would come naturally honestly.”

“That’s fine! Sometimes, it comes naturally. Sometimes, it doesn’t and you have to push yourself until it eventually comes.”

“Why would you push yourself if it doesn't come naturally? Wouldn’t you just take a break and wait?”

“I could wait, But I prefer not to. I push myself because I want to paint and the lack of ideas won’t hinder me from painting. This is my passion, I want to do this forever. If I took a pause every time I had no idea what to paint, most of my paintings wouldn’t exist and I would’ve given up this passion years ago.”

“What about rest? Do you even take a rest?” he asked as you handed him a small-sized canvas. You thought it was the best for beginners.

You chuckled lightly. “I’m human, Peter. Of course, I rest. But not when I know I’m getting uninterested in painting. When I get over that phase and I’m inspired again, that’s when I rest. I don’t go to bed until I have that fire in me again that dances with the art of painting.”

Now, that was something that hit Peter all the way to his core. How could you even manage to do it? To answer the question he didn’t even know he had in his heart so effortlessly and precisely?

He now knew his mistake—he let the lack of inspiration slowly extinguish the fire in him whenever he was feeling uninspired. He realized now that he didn’t push hard enough. But that would change, starting now.

“I think I know what to paint now. And this size is just perfect, thank you.”

You watched him put his canvas on an easel. He looked at you, his eyes asking a question about what to do next.

“You can draw first, sketch what would be the outline of your painting, and then let it guide you when you start painting. Or you could proceed to paint immediately. But if you ask me, I would recommend sketching first so you won’t make a lot of mistakes later when you actually start painting.”

“Okay. I’ll sketch first. Thank you,” he said as you handed him a pencil. He started drawing lines, and then curves, and then came the shapes.

“That’s really good. Damn, didn’t know you were good at drawing,” you complimented. He laughed lightly. “Thanks, I think I got the genes from my mother. My aunt always told me she was a really good artist.”

Once he was close to finishing his drawing, it dawned on you that he was drawing a sunrise. You wouldn’t tell him, but it reminded you of one of your paintings. It wasn’t a sunrise, but it was similar. Maybe you’d show it to him when he finishes his painting.

“I’m done!” he announced proudly. “Nice!” you replied. “Are you ready to paint?”

“Oh no no no… please, I think that’s enough for me today,” he laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, but that little drawing took a lot of work. I’d like to go back to my camera now.”

DAY 3.

Same time, same place, different day.

“Good mo–”

“Morning!” you cut him off as you opened the door. He laughed seeing your proud face. “Come in.”

“Coffee?”

“Actually–yeah. I’d like a coffee,” he answered, yawning.

“Had trouble sleeping?” you asked.

He nodded. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He felt how the silence almost swallowed the room and how your eyes never left his. Only then did he realize what he said.

“I–uh-I m-mean ab-about the things… y-yeah about the things you said yesterday w-when you talked about painting an-and your passion and your–uh… like making sure the fire that dances within you stays lit,” he was rambling.

You let out a giggle. Deep inside, you were struggling not to blush. “I understand. You know, if you want me to stop saying deep things about life and other stuff, just tell me.”

He was quick to raise his hand, as if stopping you from doing something idiotic. “Oh no. Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop saying things that are so deep that it makes other people unable to sleep just thinking about them.”

“You make it sound like you don’t like it,” you chuckled as you turned your back on him to prepare his morning drink.

He shook his head. “Oh, I like it. I like it when you say things like that. It makes me double-think my life or just life in general. For the better.”

“Thanks. I don’t really have a lot of people to talk to so I can understand if you think I’m being too much.”

“You’re not being too much, I assure you that. You’re just wise… and I love that about you.”

You almost dropped the mug by turning almost instantly to face him. No one has appreciated you like that before, and it certainly felt good. You couldn’t stop—and didn’t want to stop—the smile that formed on your lips.

Click.

You were out of words if you were being honest so you instead chose to ask why he took a picture of you just then. “What was that for? The picture? I wasn’t even painting.”

“It’s for memories… beautiful ones,” he winked and you swore you felt something in your stomach that you never felt before. Oh, this can’t be happening.

“Um–anyway, here’s your coffee,” you said as you handed him the drink. You quickly changed the topic. “I was thinking maybe we should continue doing our paintings? You continue yours and I continue mine. If you need my help or you have any questions, just tell me.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

This was harder than Peter expected it to be. There were so many colors to choose from. How could he know what were the right colors to use? This was his first painting and he was being mentored by an incredible painter. He wanted this to be good. He wanted to impress you.

“You could always start with orange or yellow,” you said as you noticed him struggling.

“I feel like I need a reference just to know where the orange starts to blend with yellow.”

“Okay,” you agreed with him. “The internet has a lot of pictures of the sunrise.”

“I know, but I kinda want my own?” he shrugged. “Those pictures are the sunrise from other people’s eyes that they took from their cameras. I want to know the color of the sunrise from my perspective, you know? It’s just that I just realized I’m doing a sunrise painting and I haven’t even seen the sun actually rise… I want to see it for myself and then take my own pictures of it while it happens. Maybe then I could connect more with my painting.”

You stopped painting as you stared at him, feeling extremely proud that you couldn’t help but grin. “You want to connect more with your painting?” you repeated.

“Yes.”

“Then let’s do it. Tomorrow, let’s meet up at the park early in the morning just before the sun rises. I’ll take you to my secret spot.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I’m excited,” he smiled and you reciprocated it. He then picked up his camera again to take pictures of you.

By now, the background of your painting was finished. A white picket fence, on the back of it was a brick-walled house. A figure was in front, but it was yet to be painted on. The outline of the man was the only blank surface left on your canvas.

Click.

You were glad Peter still hadn't asked any questions about your painting.

DAY 4.

Different time, different place, different day.

You immediately saw Peter the moment you were close to the park. It wasn’t hard to spot him since it was early and not a lot of people roamed the place just yet—only the ones who jog there every day.

You didn’t notice him click his camera when you rushed towards him.

“Good morning!” Of course, he couldn’t forget about his daily greeting. In response, you greeted him back.

“And before you offer me coffee, I’d like to take you to my favorite coffee shop later. My treat. That is, of course, if you only want to.”

“I’d love to,” you smiled. “Let’s go.”

You held his hand and Peter swore he felt some kind of electric shock. A shock that was so addicting he was willing to get electrocuted if it meant getting to hold you much longer.

“We’re here,” you announced and Peter was suddenly brought back to earth. The ‘secret spot’ you mentioned was a little hill that was just a mile hike away from the park. The pathway entrance was covered with trees so it was concealed from most people. The view from up there was insanely breathtaking. He could clearly see the city bay and he was sure the sun would rise from where the city bay ended. You still held his hand and he assumed you just forgot you were holding it in the first place. There was no way you would hold his hand for this long.

You absolutely did not forget. But you didn’t do it on purpose either. See, the thing in your stomach that you felt yesterday always visited you whenever he was in your presence. For some reason, there was a need for your body to touch his, and as much as you tried to control it, there was no containing it. That was what happened. Your hand acted on its own and it didn’t want to let his hand go. It was kind of embarrassing and you just wished he didn’t mind it.

Oh, he didn’t mind it, that’s for sure. In fact, he was enjoying it. Although it was taking everything in him not to wrap his arm around your shoulders and keep you close.

“Look,” you pointed at the sun that was starting to peek from where the bay ended in your perspective. And there it was, the sun slowly and magnificently rising above the waters. As much as Peter didn’t want to let go of your hand, he needed both of his hands to capture the moment. You glanced at him as you wanted to watch his reaction to his first time witnessing the sunrise. And while his face was covered by his camera as he took a picture of the scene, you saw his lips form a peaceful smile. You found yourself looking back at the sun with the same peaceful smile on your lips.

You knew he was done taking pictures when the once-darkened place was brightened up by the star that was the sun. It was evident since he lowered the camera from his face and adjusted the strap to let it hang by his neck comfortably. What you didn’t know, though, was that before he put his camera down, he sneakily took a photo of your face joined by the hues of the sun.

“This is our secret spot now,” said Peter.

“Yup,” you laughed. “So, coffee?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he teased, offering his hand for you to take.

Peter brought you to a little cafe not far from the park, it was located near a library which you reminded yourself you would visit some other time in the future.

You were taking your last sip of coffee when you heard the familiar click of his camera. This time you actually posed a peace sign for the picture. Peter chuckled at this, and in return, it made you laugh as well. He seized the opportunity to take another picture.

Click.

“It's nice here… the staff, the view, the ambiance, the food, and of course, the coffee,” you commented.

“So, now you get why this is my favorite coffee shop?”

“Correction. This is our favorite coffee shop now.”

DAY 5.

The next day, you met up back at your studio apartment. After your usual morning greetings and coffees, both of you were busy doing your own paintings. You looked over at Peter, seeing him so focused on his painting. You suddenly had an idea.

After one last stroke to complete the body of the faceless person you were painting, you stopped. You stood up and went to the table where Peter put his camera on. He didn’t notice you, he was too busy to even notice you standing. You carefully and quietly put the strap over your head and adjusted it to your comfort. You walked little steps towards him, positioning yourself just behind him where you could see his back as he worked on his painting on one of your easels. You adjusted your eye to the viewfinder and just when you found the perfect view, you clicked its shutter.

Click.

The familiar click of his camera forced his eyes to look away from his painting. He looked quizzically at you. When he realized what you were doing, he smiled widely as he carefully put his paintbrush in a brush holder.

“What are you doing?” he laughed. God, you loved his face when he laughed. You couldn’t resist clicking the shutter for the second time.

“Nothing,” you chuckled. “Just continue what you’re doing. You’ll be the painter and I’ll be the photographer for today.”

Moments later, you probably had circled around Peter just to make sure you could capture every angle of him painting. He was smiling for most of them.

“Am I even doing this right?” he asked, gesturing for you to look at his painting.

You stood beside the stool he was sitting on. “You’re doing great. But I think you should blend this area a little bit more,” you said, moving closer as you pointed out the area you were talking about. “And you might want to go softer on your brush.”

“Have I told you how attractive you are when you teach me these things?” he said suddenly.

That caught you off guard, and you weren’t sure what to do so you just looked at him with an awkward smile. Peter didn’t know where his confidence came from, but all of a sudden, he dipped his pointer finger into the orange paint on his palette and smeared it on your cheek. Your mouth widened with shock but you immediately did the same thing to him. And so, you two had a full-on fight which ended up with both your clothes and faces covered with colorful paints.

“Oh, I have to take pictures of this,” he stated before running to the sink and washing his hands so he could hold his camera and not worry about smearing paint on it.

He got back quickly, asking you to do silly poses as he took your pictures. You did the same to him, instructing him to do ridiculously funny poses when you took his pictures. After a while, he set the camera down on a table facing the two of you and set it on a timer so he could take photos of both of you together. You two were having so much fun that none of you even cared or noticed that some of the poses you did were both of you being too close to each other’s bodies.

That was how the day went for the two of you. Covered with paint and indelible memories with each other.

And maybe even growing feelings towards one another.

DAY 6.

Same time, same place, different day.

“Your painting fully dried overnight,” you said excitedly as you opened the door for him. “Would you like to see it?”

“Well–good morning to you too,” he giggled. “Actually, can I go to the bathroom first? I really need to pee.”

“Oh-yes, of course,” you smiled, letting him inside. “It’s up there in the loft beside the bed. It’s the only bathroom so it’s not hard to find.”

As Peter went to pee, you decided to find a painting of yours similar to his sunrise. You were thrilled to show it to him.

You held your painting behind your back as Peter exited the bathroom and went to see his finished painting. “You can touch it,” you reminded him when you saw how his fingers hesitated to touch the canvas in fear of ruining what he’d done. He finally touched it, picking it up with his hand and stroking the piece of art with the other as he admired it. He did this. With his hands.

“It’s beautiful,” you commented. “You seem to be a natural. It doesn’t look like it was your first time. I’m proud of you.”

“Well, I had the best mentor, so…” he smirked. “But in all honesty, thank you so much. For introducing me to painting, for teaching me how to paint, for your wise words—everything. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you said before remembering the piece of art behind your back. “I have something I want to show you. But I’m getting tired just standing, so let’s sit on the couch.”

Once you both settled on the couch, you showed him your painting of the sunset. You put it side by side with his sunrise and it created a perfect contrast together. The same sun, taken from the same secret spot on top of that little hill, but at different times of the day.

“Unbelievable. They’re almost the same,” he whispered, wonder-struck. “May I ask why you painted a sunset?”

“I painted this during one of the hardest days in my life. Why a sunset? A sunset because it reminds me that even though the day is hard, there is an end to the day. A sunset… because it represents the opportunity to rest. It reminds me that if the sun can rest after a tiring day, then there is nothing wrong with closing your eyes for even just a moment.”

He looked at you with deep understanding. “Why did you paint a sunrise?” you asked.

“I’ve always known that a sunrise meant the start of another day. But only when I started to paint it and connect with it did I realize that there is more to that. Why a sunrise? A sunrise because it reminds me that another day isn’t only another ‘day’. It’s also another chance to live and take risks. A sunrise… because it represents the opportunity to start again. It reminds me that if the sun could come back up after a long dark night, then I can too.”

Your eyes glistened with tears as he said those words but you didn’t let him see it. Art really was a voice that spoke beyond thoughts and words. Those paintings weren’t just paintings, they were experiences. Your sunset was a symbol of rest—what you have always wanted to have after all those years. His sunrise was a symbol of hope—what he was searching for for the longest time.

You ended up framing the paintings and hanging them on your wall beside each other. Together, they created the most beautiful contrasting artwork. The two paintings became one—it was like they were always meant to be beside each other.

Click.

“You know, I went through the photos you took while I was painting. They’re really good. The angles? they’re perfect. If you ever want to change careers, just tell me,” he joked.

“I think I’ll stick to painting,” you chuckled. “But thank you, I mean, I had a great mentor so that’s probably why the photos turned out good.”

“You mean me? I didn’t even teach you as far as I can remember.”

“Well, not literally. But when you take pictures, I observe you and the ways you hold the camera. So, I definitely got my ‘skill’ from you,” you admitted.

“You observe me?”

You noticed his lips slowly form a smirk and only then did you realize what you just revealed. “Uhh-let’s not m-make it a big d-deal,” you nervously laughed, feeling the anxiety creep up on you. You never knew how to deal with social situations like this. When things went awkward or you didn’t know what to say, you ran. Hence why you never had a long-time friend. Peter was the only one you lasted this long with.

“I was just teasing you,” he smiled, stroking your arms with his hands to calm you down. You didn’t know how he knew you were slightly panicking on the inside. But somehow, he did. And then he smiled at you with the softest and most caring smile you’d ever seen and suddenly the anxiety and the panic shifted into a feeling of comfort.

You had never felt like this before.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and almost in an instant, the once bright day outside your windows turned into a dark night.

Time really did fly when you were with someone you loved.

Loved.

None of you would admit it yet, but it was definitely there.

“It’s time for me to go…” he announced.

Before he could fully stand up and start to make his way to the door, you held his wrist to stop him. He looked at you with confusion, but the glint in his eyes said a lot more—he hoped you would ask him to stay.

And that you did.

“You can stay here tonight…” you whispered. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“Do you want me to stay?” he softly asked, glancing at your hand that held his wrist before looking at you again.

“Yes.”

DAY 7.

Different time, same place, different day.

Peter woke up earlier than usual and yet he felt that the sleep he had taken was the most satisfying he ever had. Why? Well, it was because he slept next to you.

Let’s take a few steps back…

Yesterday night when Peter was about to leave, you insisted on letting him stay. He offered to take the couch but you felt guilty that you were about to sleep on a soft mattress while he would sleep on an old couch downstairs so you told him that it was fine if he slept next to you on your bed. He was hesitant because he respected your boundaries but eventually you were able to come to an agreement to put a pillow in between both of you to not make things awkward. None of you knew how it happened, but when you woke up, the pillow was moved to the floor and your hand and his were almost touching. It seemed like your bodies naturally gravitated towards each other—but of course, none of you would admit that. At least not yet.

He quietly made his way down to where you were painting, careful not to disturb you. He grabbed the camera along the way. He would never get tired of capturing photos of you while painting—you were a master of arts in one of their truest forms. You were sitting on a stool with an easel in front.

He pulled the camera close to his face, aligning his good eye with the viewfinder. He adjusted the lens, zooming it in your hand that held a really old—it seemed to be your favorite—paintbrush. But before he could click the shutter, he noticed how your hands were shaking as you stared at the painting. He immediately put down his camera and stared at it as well and only then did he realize that you haven’t made any progress on your painting today. The painting was almost complete, the only thing missing was the face of the man in the middle. Up until now, he was still faceless.

“You know, this is the longest it’s taken me to paint a person,” you said, feeling his presence behind you. “It’s just a face. Why is it so hard?” you sighed with shaking lips. You were battling the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.

For the first time ever, he didn’t know how to reply.

“No–don’t answer that,” you let out a breathy laugh, but there was pain underneath. “That was a rhetorical question. Of course, I know why it’s so hard.”

With shaking hands that you tried so hard to steady, you started coloring the face with a skin tone color that matched the rest of the man’s body.

One stroke.

He didn’t know what to say, but hopefully, he knew what to do. Peter moved beside you, intertwining his right hand with your left as you painted with your right.

Two strokes.

You felt him squeeze your hand, doing his best to comfort you.

Three strokes.

Painting the structure of the face was done. Now onto the details of the face.

You closed your eyes, trying to dig up the memories you had with this man. But it was hard since the man you were painting only stayed for a little while in your life.

You opened your eyes, picking out a thin paintbrush that was perfect for little details. You started with the lips.

One stroke.

Peter’s presence was giving you not only comfort but courage as well.

Two strokes.

And then another.

The pinkish-red lips stared at you from the painting. You let out a breath. Next was the nose.

You picked up your pencil to draw some lines for a little bit. You only did some to serve as your guide. Next, you cleaned the thin paintbrush before dipping it in another color—black.

One stroke.

You followed the lines you drew. But they were just lines, you have to paint the details to actually make the nose specific from the rest.

Two strokes.

And then you did some shadows with the outlines to blend them with the skin. It was done.

“I think I’ll continue later,” you sighed sadly, squeezing his hand. “I need to take a breather. S-sorry this is hard for me.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled, squeezing your hand back. “Do you want me to join you?” he softly asked.

“No-I want to be alone for a moment,” you smiled to show him you appreciated his concern.

He watched you leave and was alone for a moment. He glared at the painting, wondering what this person could have done to hurt you this much. How could someone even hurt the most precious person to ever walk on earth?

He heard the door open loudly, making him turn immediately. You were at the other side of the door, looking up at him with your eyes red evidently from crying. He walked past everything—the table and the clutter on the floor—hastily just so he could hug you.

He carefully closed the door as you leaned into him. Your body was weak due to repressed emotions now releasing all at once. He noticed your knees slowly giving up and he guided both of you to sit on the floor.

The camera, the photos, the paintbrush, the painting—all were forgotten the moment he wrapped his arms around you. He cradled your face with his hands, brushing your cheek and wiping your tears.

“I’m a mess,” you said, sniffing.

“You’re beautiful,” he responded, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Do you want to talk about it?” he cooed.

“Will it help?”

“I think so. But it’s still up to you,” he replied honestly.

You nodded. “I know you have questions, ask them.”

“Who’s the man in the painting?”

“My father. Or at least what I remember of him.”

His back was resting on the wall as you leaned into his side, his arm was still wrapped around you.

“And the house in the background, is that your family’s house?”

“It’s the orphanage. I spent my whole childhood there. That’s where I grew up.”

“Did he visit you there?”

“No,” you laughed painfully. “Remember what I told you before? That the best thing about painting is that I can paint whatever I want to see or happen? That painting is one of them.”

He was listening intently. He didn’t want to say anything because he knew that you didn’t want any advice at the moment, you just wanted a listener.

“I never met my mother. The caregivers at the orphanage told me she died when she birthed me. When I asked them how I got there they told me about my father. He took care of me for 4 months, and then I think his heart broke whenever he saw my face because I looked a lot like my mother. It came to a point where he couldn’t look at me or care for me anymore so he put me in that orphanage. I guess the heartbreak was bigger than the joy that I brought.

“I always imagined him visiting me, getting me out of that place, and bringing me home. But that didn’t happen. So I coped with drawing and painting. Until now, I still wonder what could’ve happened if he came back for me… hence why I’m doing the painting.”

“Do you have any pictures of him?” he asked.

“I only had one. It was a picture of my parents at their wedding. I used to stare at it every day until I lost it and I would never forgive myself for being so careless back then. The last time I held that picture and stared at it was when I was 7. It’s been too long and I can’t seem to remember his face that much.”

“Is that why it’s so hard for you to paint his face?”

“Yes. But also because of the realization that my wishes only come true in my paintings. I wanted him to come back for me or at least visit me. I didn’t get that visit, so I’m getting it in the painting.”

“Have you tried looking for him?”

You nodded. “Of course. But you can’t find who doesn’t want to be found.”

“Did you at least have any people who cared for you like a parent?” he asked, sympathy evident in his expression.

“I had this one particular caregiver who made me experience what it was like to have a mother. She was the one who gave me my first paintbrush and painting set. She was the one who made me discover that I had a talent for drawing and painting.

“But she didn’t stay for long because she had to leave the orphanage permanently to take care of her own family. She told me something happened and she had to take care of a little boy.”

Peter’s face furrowed from the familiarity of that exact situation, but he let it slide eventually. This was your story, this wasn’t about him.

“I have some questions for you too,” you chuckled. Tears were no longer falling on your face. Peter was right again. Indeed, talking about your past helped.

“Shit. Do I have to get nervous?” he joked.

“It depends on what your answers are gonna be,” you joked back. “How did you get your camera? Did you buy it or is it from someone you look up to?”

“The answer is the latter. I had a teacher once in high school, he wasn’t a professional photographer but we shared the same interests. I remember the first time he stepped into the room to teach English but instead of focusing on him the first thing I noticed was his DSLR camera. It was kept and hidden in a bag but I know a camera bag when I see one. I think, over time, he noticed I was always glancing at his camera that one day he called me to stay after his class and gave it to me. He told me that I needed it more.”

“Were you two close?” you asked.

“We were, yeah.”

“Where is he now?”

“He died a year ago. He’s gone now but I still treasure every lesson he’s taught me.”

“And your parents?”

“They died when I was 4 from a plane crash. Since then, I stayed with my aunt before she was gone too.”

“I’m sorry, Pete. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s fine. I feel comfortable around you—the heavy things don’t feel as heavy anymore.”

Silence surrounded the apartment, calming the two of you as you held each other. No one needed to speak at the moment, just you in his arms were enough.

Day almost turned into night and you finally stood up.

“You don’t have to finish it today,” he said as he noticed you staring at the painting anxiously.

“I know. But I want to.”

“Okay,” he smiled. “Then I’ll be there with you.”

He walked towards you and intertwined his hand with yours.

“Thank you.”

Together, you walked until you were in front of the easel again. He picked up the paintbrush and held it in front of you. He gave you an encouraging look and you smiled as you took the brush with courage.

“Here we go.”

You did the eyebrows first, it didn’t take you as long as you did when you did the nose and lips.

The eyes.

The hardest part because the eyes were what looked into the soul.

One stroke.

Two strokes.

Three strokes.

You weren’t shaking anymore.

Four strokes.

Five strokes.

“You can do it,” Peter encouraged.

Six strokes.

Seven Strokes.

“You’re doing great,” his hand held yours tighter.

The last stroke.

You did it. You painted your father. You remembered his face. And above all, you painted him in front of the orphanage, coming back to get you.

You smiled.

Peter stiffened beside you. His eyes widened as he looked at your father in the painting.

“Peter?” you called his name.

He stayed unmoving.

“Pete? Are you okay?”

“That’s him…” he pointed at your father.

You were confused. “Who?”

“My teacher in high school. The one I told you about. The one who gave me my camera,” he collected his camera from the table. “The one who gave me this.”

You were speechless and shocked to the core. “Are you sure?”

“It makes sense now,” he continued. “He once told me in our conversations that the greatest mistake he’d ever made was leaving something he loved because he was so scared he would never be deserving of it.”

You didn’t know what to feel.

“But now I realize, he wasn’t talking about a ‘thing’, he was talking about someone. You.”

“Did he try to come back for me?” you asked, curious but you weren’t hopeful.

“I-I don’t know… I’m sorry.”

“I-It’s okay,” you sniffed, wiping your cheeks. Funny, you weren’t even sure when the tears started to cascade down on them.

“You mentioned your teacher died last year, right? That means he’s…”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he softly spoke, even his eyes couldn’t help but tear up slightly.

“It’s not your fault. Besides, he wasn’t even there for me for most of my life. It’s fine,” you reasoned, telling him it was all good but another tear still slipped from your eye.

He hugged your side and stayed like that for a good while as he tried to think of another subject to talk about to keep you from hurting any longer. His eyes caught the brush holder and focused on an old paintbrush that you use almost every time. It seemed to be your favorite. The marks on the wooden handle told him the age of the brush; the bristles that were still intact and usable told him just how much you take care of your art supplies.

“That paintbrush… you use it every time, is that your favorite?” he already knew the answer but he still asked just to distract you.

You didn’t need to follow where his eyes were looking or ask him anything, you already knew the brush he was talking about. “Yes, it is my favorite. Remember when I told you I had this caregiver in the orphanage that gave me my first painting set and paintbrush?” you said before picking up the brush. “This is the paintbrush.”

“You must’ve taken good care of it all these years,” he commented.

“I did. It’s special and it holds a lot of good memories.”

“What’s your favorite memory?” he asked, interested.

“Me as a little kid doing my first painting with my caregiver. She was encouraging me every step of the way.”

“What’s her name?”

“May.”

His eyes widened with realization. He remembered asking his aunt what her job was before she took him in after the incident that killed his parents. She had told him she was a caregiver at an orphanage. But the city is wide and big, it never occurred to him that that orphanage was the same one you were from.

“May Parker,” he breathed out.

You looked at him. “Yes! That’s her–I forgot her last name but that’s her. Do you know her?”

“She’s my aunt.”

Now everything made sense and all the why’s were answered. No wonder why you felt a sense of familiarity the first time he put his camera down and you saw his face. No wonder why your heart jumped when you learned his name. May Parker… Peter Parker… holy shit. How come you didn’t notice that before?

“You’re the little boy she always talked about. Her little nephew who loved taking pictures so much,” you said, eyes once again starting to tear up.

“And you’re the little painter girl she always mentioned,” he smiled. “She promised me she would introduce me to you but life got busy and that never happened.”

“But look at us now. I guess fate still found its way to introduce us to each other,” you stated softly.

Peter once again cradled your face with his hands, slowly stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “Can I tell you something?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“That day I met you at the park, I was at my ending point with photography. That day, I was determined to find the last project worthy of my dying passion. Then I met you. And in just a matter of days, I knew you, and it changed my life,” he started.

“You taught me lessons about art and life. You gave me something I’ve been trying to get back for a long time—hope.

“Above all, you made me remember why I even started taking pictures. You made me realize my purpose. I know now that I never lost the flame, the candle just stopped burning. But you… you rekindled it and suddenly it was back again… and it’s stronger and hotter than ever.

“Now, I can admit, to anyone and myself, I love photography. This is my passion. It’s not just the flame… but the fire within me that sways with the wind.”

He felt your hands gently wrap around his wrists as he continued caressing your face. “Oh, Peter…” you whispered.

“T-there is something beyond words that I feel for you. I-I don't know how to properly say it but I’m still gonna try,” he whispered back. “You’re not just the muse of my favorite pictures, you are my camera. Without you, I’m unable to reach my full potential. You’re the perfect angle I’ve always wanted to find. And now that I’ve found you… everything makes sense. The blank spaces in my heart and in my life aren’t blank anymore because your name is now written all over them.”

You moved closer so your forehead could touch his. “And you, Peter… are the colors that I paint on my canvases. The sunrise to my sunset. Ever since you came, the meaningless life I had before became meaningful.”

Silence surrounded you for a moment. Your foreheads were still touching while both your eyes were closed. Tears stained both your cheeks as the two of you couldn’t stop crying out of adoration and love for each other.

“All the ones who guided us are gone now,” you breathed out.

He placed a long kiss on your forehead before speaking.

“From now on, it’s only you and I.”

After uncovering the past and embracing the present, you were looking forward to the future.

It truly was amazing how art could connect people together.

The hopeless photographer was once again hopeful;

The restless painter wasn’t exhausted anymore.

And soon the two of you would realize that the love you shared was a testament of…

Interlacing fates,

Intertwining lines,

and

Connecting arts.

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me, as the author, connecting with the story through writing is further proof of how art connects us all together. i can only hope that i wrote this well so that you can connect with it too through reading. thank you all for being patient, this is for all of you.

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sleepingdeath-light · 8 months

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yandere hcs ; poly welcome home ensemble

requested by ; cloud-kitties (18/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; barnaby b beagle, eddie dear, frank frankly, howdy pillar, julie joyful, poppy partridge, sally starlet, wally darling

outline ; “Chuu~ Would ya maybe do headcannons for the whole neighborhood in a sort of yandere polycule for the neighbor?

No infighting just a whole agreement of “neighbor is the most. We keep.” Snuggle party ftw maybe some conniving °v°

I love them all so dang much.”

note ; little bit unsure of this piece since it’s more focused on the ensemble as a whole rather than individual characters, so characterisation might be mildly shaky where it does appear

warning(s) ; yandere!ensemble, mostly fluff, possessiveness, obsessiveness

the neighbourhood had always been especially close, after all they only had each other to rely on so it made sense to at least try and all get along, but something shifted when you moved in — and they became that much more tight knit because of it

you were a fresh face around town: a new customer at the bugdega who always greeted howdy with a smile so bright it hurt his eyes just to look, a new set of waving hands that stopped eddie on his morning rounds as you sheepishly gave him a card to pass on (so apologetic that he simply couldn’t say no), a new muse for wally to paint out in his garden as you leaned dangerously out of your bedroom window to help guide sally on where to place her new (startlingly large) props, a new voice to laugh and groan and react to barnaby’s jokes (your enjoyment and amusement so addictively palpable that he found himself thinking about it as he drifted off to sleep), a new pair of eyes for julie to stroll and pose in front of to show off her new outfits and hairstyles (flustering and glowing under your earnest encouragement and biting her tongue to hold herself back from tackling you into a tight embrace), a new pair of hands to help frank catch that butterfly he’s been trying to get for days now (and succeeding effortlessly in your first try, earning his muted awe as you celebrated and handed over your prize to him), a new mouth for poppy to feed with her latest treats (and who never hesitated to praise her cooking until her feathers were all awry and her head was hidden in her wings, all while insisting you were only stating the truth)

you were everything and yet you presented yourself so humbly — a true enigma for the neighbours to discuss as their fondness for you grew more intense, more consuming, more concerning (though, of course, none of them could see it for what it was through the puppy-love-esque haze that had overtaken their rational minds)

it was a shared obsession, the subject of every whisper and remark and check-out chat whenever they saw each other — voices lilting with adoration but carrying an air of casualness that might just be unsettling if they weren’t so genuine about it all

they memorise your schedule off by heart and arrange amongst themselves who will be where so that you’re never left alone (that’s such a terrible thought, they never want you to feel neglected) — alternating throughout the week so that howdy and eddie also get their time with you outside of their work schedules

as a collective they’re all incredibly friendly towards you, always greeting you with kindness and offering help with any and everything you do even if you don’t ask for it — leaping at any opportunity to spend time with you or to gain your favour in one way or another

they also never try and force any sort of affection or relationship onto you, content just to have you with them and not feeling the urge to push anything further unless you express that interest (and after very thorough private discussions amongst themselves)

that being said if you wanted to enter a romantic relationship with the ensemble then they’d all be up for it — accepting before you could even complete your sentence (but good luck ever leaving that relationship)

you’re spoiled rotten by your neighbours — kept with good company, given first pickings of every meal and dessert poppy makes, sent countless unsigned letters complimenting everything about you in earnest, offered painting after painting of yourself and your favourite things, spoiled with laughter and entertainment, gifted the newest clothes, and offered discounts and freebies with everything you buy

(and your birthdays are even more extreme, practically turned into holidays and celebrated for well over a week as your neighbours make it the best they can)

but this overwhelming kindness and affection is met with an overwhelming, underlying possessiveness that bubbles up to the surface every time you try to leave the neighbourhood — they just love you so much that they can’t just let you go so easily

they make excuses, cut the phones, block the roads and feign illness after injury — anything they can to keep you at home without causing you any harm themselves (they love you too much to hurt you, you know), and if all else fails then home will step in and… well… nobody wants that to happen

it would be so very difficult for anyone but wally to see you then and that would be so terribly unfair, don’t you think?

so they try and make do as best they can, keeping you entertained and well fed and well spoiled with everything you could possibly need or want — doing everything in their power to keep you content enough that you don’t ever feel the need to leave them

they have everything you need, why would you ever look elsewhere? — with sally and barnaby by your side you’re kept well-entertained, with frank and julie you’re kept active and in good hands as you explore the nearby woodlands, between howdy and poppy you’re never left hungry or craving the things you love, and wally and eddie are more than happy to help you explore your creative side (and home is a wonderful host as well)

they will be whatever you need them to be, whatever you want them to be, clinging to every smile and laugh and look you give them and showering you with all they have to offer — because you really are the absolute most

and they won’t let you go

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #yandere hcs #yandere x reader #yandere welcome home #yandere welcome home x reader #poly x reader #poly hcs #poly welcome home x reader #poly welcome home #welcome home x reader #yandere welcome home ensemble x reader

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foranpo · 9 months

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ੈ˚ʚ welcome to my notion tutorial !!

♡ my notion took me a month to make. It's a bit frustrating sometimes, but i want you to know that it's possible to have some organization in your life.

notion is meant to help you have a more organized life: trackers, goals, diary entries, anything can be turn into a notion page and i'm here to teach you how ♡

ps: sorry for being so long and with some typos and whatnot ♡

♡˳────── 1st step: the choice of an aesthetic.

it's important to have an idea when you start your notion;

for me, i wanted a place cozy and warm that reminded me of spring.

my main color is green. and with that defined, i started looking for color palettes with the types of green that i liked the most.

(i used this website, but any is good enough. it's just to give you an idea of what you're going to work with.)

i chose an aesthetic more gloomy, academic, and obviously green, (for my main layout, a retro blue-ish layout for my fanfics and a melancholy yellow for my original works) and with that i jumped to step 2.

♡˳────── 2nd step: hunting images and inspiration.

pinterest, pinterest, pinterest.

i can't stress this enough. use keywords to find what you actually need.

if you're a beginner, start with notion inspo, notion [aesthetic] ideas, anything notion related. pick your favs and choose what you like most about each one:

the font, the pictures, the layout, even a small detail like an aesthetic quote design -just make sure you know what you like the most.

once you have a list of what you want, you start searching for images.

keywords i suggest is: [color] aesthetic, [color] cinematography, [color] photography, and, especially, [color] png icon.

i find it really satisfying having pngs on your notion: it gives a better sense of home and they cute, so it's a plus!

(most png aren't transperants on pinterest, so i use this app to make it a real png. now, know that it's not perfect and on dark mode might look funky, but it's worth a shot ig ♡)

now you should be left with a small gallery of photos with the same color scheme and this takes us to step 3!

♡˳────── 3rd step: dividers save lives.

pick one image to be the base of your notion layout.

it might be for your notion icon, header, or just a random pic laying around your notion. but make sure you only have one.

with that, go to an app that finds colors (i use this one) and pick the 3 most predominant colors! i suggest one darker, one lighter, and one in between.

this works not only as dividers but to enhance any quote or pic that you have. e.g.:

as you can see, this little dividers (size that i use: 948x8) work better than the ones provided by notion and they're easy to make. just open paint and you're done!

and once you have all the inspo, all the pics and dividers, it's time to create some art ♡

♡˳────── 4th step: the creation of art.

is time to make pages and more pages.

now, please know that this requires lots of work, frustation and patience. sometimes the website doesn't want to collaborate and it might get a bit annoying. but know that it's totally fine to take breaks and take your time. this is something for you and you only.

you can take all the time you want ♡

ㅤㅤ♡˳────── 4.1 step: page outline.

choose the number of pages !

i suggest you have one homepage with quick links to your other pages:

trackers, school related, hobbies, anything really.

it's your notion after all, you can do anything.

after having the number of pages you can star outlining the pages.

the beginning is always difficult and embaracing, but if you give it a try, i'm sure you will create art!

i suggest, if you do a full page, to use 4 to 6 columns. it might be a bit overwhelming at the start, but i found it easier to work with more columns and less rows. also, it's more compact which makes everything x3254 cuter.

nut you can literally do whatever you want! so here's my organization ♡

my personal organization !

homepage (5-6 columns, 4 rows): quick links to my other 4 pages. daily routine. quick reading and writing trackers. my performances schedules and feedback. goals for the month. clock, weather, year progress bar (see end of post).

original works (4-6 columns, 2 rows): my three wips. websites that help me with writing. my progress in each work. motivational quotes.

fanfic works (4 columns): folders for each fandom with more folders for hcs, one-shots, multi-chapter and ideas. motivational quotes. goals for the year. pretty pics and quotes.

trackers (5-6 columns, 4-5 rows): media that i'm currently consuming or consumed, with details such as rating, author, and some sub-pages with my extensive thoughts.

bookstagram (6 columns): goals and soft reminders, filters inspo and my personal reviews and thoughts to publish.

in short !

have one big page at the beginning to help you navigate easier.

don't be afraid to had columns and rows! if there's a blank space, throw some png's and quotes at it. it always makes everything 10x cuter.

ㅤㅤ♡˳────── 4.2 step: widgets are your best friends.

add some widgets to make it prettier ♡

i use this website. it's pretty easy and has the main widgets.

a quick google search might take you to other websites so feel free to explore ♡

♡˳────── 5th step: a touch of magic and stardust.

the start of a new page is always frustating: what aesthetic to use? what do you put first? what if it's corny? too much quotes? so many questions and, hey!, i hear ya! it's a pain in the ass.

that's why i'm here to tell you that you will change your layout lot's of time. even if you have already in mind what you have, it's only normal to change stuff every now and then until you have the perfect page.

e.g.:

you can see how my first homepage (pic. 1) changed dratically for my current homepage (pic.2). not only the color scheme changed, but the layout itself.

more artistic pictures, cuter png's and quotes, and my homepage changed completely!

so don't be afraid of change! it is important fr ♡

♡˳────── don't forget about...

you can change the font and size of the page by clicking on the three dots on the top right of your screen ♡

make your text pretty with cool symbols !!

again, just surf the internet and tumblr and i'm sure that aesthetic bios will provide you with the cute little symbols to make everything cute ♡

be creative with your picture layouts ! ♡

i personally use pinterest (frame template) and clipstudio to make prettier pictures, but i'm sure any photoshop app can give you this effect as well.

play with png's and make your notion look more alive ♡

any hanging or 2 png's similar can help with a look cleaner and more organized.

add spotify playlist (it had to be public, i'm afraid) and youtube videos for more diversity!

table view is a life changer for oranizing trackers, especially books and movies ♡

let me know if you want a deeper tutorial on how to use any function or if i forgot mentioning something you would like to know more about ♡

i hope this helps you and it's clear. know that i'm here for anything you need and i'm sure you're gonna do amazing things there ♡

#;cole's notion;#notion #notion inspo #notion ideas #notion tutorial #notion tut

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threadsun · 1 year

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Am I the only one who sees Jack, Joseph, Jean, Bo, Nick and Shaun and immediately thinks

MANHANDLE ME DADDY

I am but a wee barely 5ft 4in fem with a thing for size differences it seems hehe

Any headcanons for these guys with a short, smaller s/o?

Listen I'm average height for a man but I have a massive size kink in both directions so fuck yeah~

Content: Size kink, belly bulge, fingering, finger sucking, physical restraint, oral, throat bulge, handjob, cock worship, spanking, bruises

Jack:

Ooooh this man is built like a fucking brick house. He knows he's big and he does use it to his advantage

You're just so little and cute, of course he's gonna take advantage of that! Not in a mean way, of course. You're his best friend, he'd never be mean to you!

But he might just conveniently pin you up against the counter while he grabs something from a high shelf for you~

And he'll casually bring up the size difference all the time

He'll talk about how small and cute you are, he'll pick you up if you let him just to show off how easily he can, he'll place your hand in his to show off how much bigger his are

And oh those hands. They're so big, so soft, and he can't get enough of seeing them inside of you~

He'll slip his fingers between your pretty lips, just to watch how they stretch around them

He'll finger you so slow, watching you take his thick fingers to prep you for his even thicker cock

And fuck his cock... when he finally gets you stretched enough to take it, you feel so full

You can see the outline of his cock through your stomach. He can see it too, and fuck is he staring, admiring the way your tummy bulges out as he fucks you~

He'll literally never get enough of the size difference between you

Joseph:

Joseph's always been a little self conscious of how big he is. He knows he can be imposing, intimidating. He doesn't want to scare people...

But when he sees you next to him? So small, having to crane your neck to look him in the eyes? Well... maybe being this tall isn't so bad

He's so gentle about it. He touches you like you're fragile. Like you might break if he's not careful enough

He doesn't mean anything by it! He's not trying to insult you, he's just big and clumsy and so worried he might hurt you

He also tries not to bring it up too much. He knows he's self conscious about his height sometimes, so he figures you might be too

But... sometimes he can't help himself. Sometimes he's towering over you, holding you in his arms, kissing your sweet lips... and he has to point it out

He lets go of his restraint, lets himself manhandle you the moment you show an interest in it. Lets himself pick you up and fuck you or press his whole weight on top of you while he pins you to the bed

He loves throwing his weight around in the bedroom, using his physical strength to move you where he wants and make you do what he wants without having to say a word

Using his hands to pin you is another favourite of his. One hand pinning both your wrists, holding your legs up, pressing against the small of your back

When you're under him, he loves how small you are. How he only needs to use a fraction of his strength to do whatever he wants to you

At the end of the day, you're just his precious little doll~

Jean:

Look, compared to some of the guys around him, he's not that big. He's not small or anything, but he stands next to Joseph every day, so he's got a bit of a Complex about his size.

He's still huge compared to you, though! It's a big ego boost for him, having someone so cute and small on his arm, making him look even bigger

And he's still big and strong enough to pull you in by the waist and dip you for a kiss~

He's also tall enough to hold things over his head and make you kiss him to get them back. He's an asshole about it, but a flirty asshole!

He just likes watching you reach up towards him, trying to get something from him, standing on the tips of your toes~

Sometimes, if you have time, he'll make you pay more than just a kiss to get things back. He'll put things up on high shelves and make you fuck him to get it back

He likes to watch you go down on him. Something about your little mouth wrapped around his huge cock is such a turn on

And the way your throat shows the outline of his cock when he fucks it? He loves to wrap his hand around your throat to feel it too...

He also loves it when you ride him, looking so cute and small as you bounce in his lap! Your tiny hands braced on his shoulders, nails digging in a little when you get a good angle

He's just so fascinated by how small you are, and how many ways he can fuck you that emphasise it~

You're his biggest ego boost and his biggest obsession!

Bo:

Oh we already know this big pup's got a size kink~ He doesn't stop talking about it

He loves how small and sweet you are! He spends a lot more time in his bigger form once he realises how small you look compared to it

He just wants to constantly hold you. Have you in his arms, on his lap, on his chest. Anything that keeps you close

He jumps at the chance to use his size to help you. Whether it's carrying things to show off his strength or reaching for things to show off his height

He always wants to hold your hands. They're so small and sweet and he feels a little feral every time he holds them

Speaking of your hands... The sight of them wrapped around his massive cock gets him hard in an instant

When you stroke his cock, barely able to fit your hands around the shaft, cute little tongue licking at the tip? It takes all his willpower not to fuck your throat then and there

His other favourite thing is watching you present yourself to him. Fingering your hole open for him, showing off how tight and small it is before he fucks you

He's another one who's really into the tummy bulge you get when his big cock is bullying your insides

He likes to stroke himself through it, and he's very vocal about it. His dirty talk is all centred around how small you are

You're his little pocket-sized dream~

Nick:

Just seeing you brings a smile to his face. Having to look down to see you, you're just so cute!

He's another one who'll hold things above his head for kisses, but if you pout he'll take pity on you and give it back without getting his kiss

He's just completely wrapped around your tiny little finger. He's such a simp for you regardless, but the size difference makes him extra obsessed with you

He likes to stroke your cheeks and cup your face, just seeing how small you are, how he can hold you in his hands, makes him melt

He does like to verbally tease you about it though~ He thinks it's fun to watch you huff and pout as he makes fun of how tiny you are!

He loves to tease. He loves to run his hands all over your body, admire how little everything is compared to him, taunt you a little about how easy it makes you to use~

His favourite thing is when you cling to him while he fucks you. Just feeling your arms around him, your body pressed so tight to his

He can't help but fuck you harder when you're in his arms like that, so small and needy and ready for him to use

He loves watching you worship his cock. On your knees, licking and sucking it, hands stroking him. You're so small, worshipping him like a god, he loves how powerful it makes him feel

He loves to cum over your hands while you give him a handjob. Something about seeing your pretty little fingers dripping with his cum is perfect

He just loves how little you are, and how easy it is to play with you!

Shaun:

He loves to tease you about it! He's a lil shit about it tbh, calling you shortass and joking about how you're closer to satan

But he's also helpful, of course. If you need anything from up high or need someone strong to carry things for you, he's more than happy to do it

He would like a kiss on the cheek as a reward though. He enjoys leaning down for it, and the feeling of your cute little lips on his skin

He likes to sit you in his lap when you're cuddling. The way your body slots so easily against his makes him happy

He's another one who loves to compare hand sizes. His are so big and warm, and yours are so small and soft...

He loves using his hands on you too, spanking you especially! The way your ass feels under his hand, how big the mark is afterwards...

He also loves to grab your hips, he loves the way his fingers sink in, and the pretty bruises he can leave behind

He just wants to mark you up in every possible way, especially ways that show people just how big your boyfriend is compared to you

He loves using his grip on you to move you as well. Especially when you're riding him, he'll grab your hips and move you up and down in his lap

Belly bulge, throat bulge, any sign of his cock inside of you drives him wild with the need to fill you~

He can't help but want to show off that you're his

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #dachabo #sdj jack #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj nick #sdj shaun #sunny day jack x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #jean laurent x reader #bo x reader #nick herraras x reader #shaun durand cofer x reader #gn!reader #sdj headcanons #dachabo headcanons #18+ only #sunshine

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skz317cb97 · 2 years

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Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 4.6K

A/N: 18+ only! This is just 100% because I am Christopher Bang trash and he has ruined me with that God damn nose ring! This is nothing but absolute filth, soft filth but filth nonetheless. If you enjoy reading it give it a like, reblog, leave a comment an ask whatever. I enjoy reading peoples thoughts and reactions! Tagging @cb97percent for the Channie smut and the baby girls and tagging @ughbehavior cause she's my whole permanent tag list and I love her for it! 😘 As usual warnings and smut below the cut!

*Part 2 here*

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY! Strong language/cursing, Mentions of casual sex, dry humping, oral (m receiving) cum eating, fingering, protected piv sex, use of sex toys, squirting. Hella praise and pet names (beautiful, baby girl etc) a little impact play, Chris has a little bit of a corruption kink if you squint. I think that's everything but if I ever miss something that should be in the warning please let me know and I will add it!

You were backed through the door of an apartment you had never been in with hands that had never touched you exploring your body and you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d gotten there. Attached to the lips of a man you barely knew, that was completely out of your league. Christopher Bang. Even his name was cooler than you. After he kicked the door closed behind him your hands came up, pushing at his firm chest, stopping him. He pulled away and looked at you, examining your face for any discomfort with what he had been doing. You looked at him too but you were rendered speechless by his beauty that was outlined by the moonlight coming through his windows. His dark hair was swept away from his face, his brown eyes held a depth that made you wander and lose yourself in them, he had a wide, strong nose with a dainty silver hoop in one nostril, and the softest, plumpest lips you had ever seen let alone touched.

The silver hoops in his ears matched the nose ring he was sporting and with a leather jacket, ripped up band t-shirt, shredded jeans, and shit kicker boots to round out the ensemble, it drove home the fact that this man was exponentially hotter and cooler than you and you had no idea why he wanted his hands and lips on you. You were so plain. You wore clothes that, while they weren’t unfashionable, were not as revealing as the clothing most girls your age were wearing to bars and clubs. You had dyed your hair the same boring color since you were sixteen and you did your makeup one-way. In five minutes with natural neutral shades. You blended into a crowd 100% of the time and you could not be more opposite of the man that was currently holding you in his arms. You must have been standing there in your head staring at him for a long time because Chris finally broke the silence that was lingering between you.

“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” You blinked quickly and shook your head as you gathered your thoughts back up, trying to figure out how answer him so that he didn’t think he had done something wrong. It wasn’t him, it was just, to describe your sex life as vanilla would still probably be too spicy.

“No, um... I... I just have never done anything like this before. Go home with a stranger I mean. Not that you’re strange I just mean someone strange to me... I MEAN... oh god I’m gonna shut up now.” You buried your face in your hands as it turned multiple shades of pink. Chris laughed and pulled your hands away.

“I know what you’re trying to say. I don’t usually do stuff like this either but you’re just so... so gorgeous and smart and funny.” He placed kisses down your jaw and neck after each compliment. Your eyes fluttered closed and you started to melt under his lips again. He held your face and pressed a kiss softly against your lips, then stopped and looked at you again.

“But if this is too much too fast, we can stop. I don’t want you to think just because were here and have been making out that you have to do anything you don’t want. I’m okay if you're not comfortable going any further. We can just go to bed and go to sleep.” Your heart beat faster at his sweet words and you smiled at him.

“No, I want to... you. I want you, I just... well I don’t... ugh...” You gripped his jacket tightly unsure of your words. Chris pushed some stray hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“Whatever you want to say, it’s okay. You can say it. What is it?” After his assurance the words just kind of spilled from your mouth.

“Why me?” Chris’ brows furrowed and he looked surprised by your question.

“What do you mean why you?” You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose suddenly wishing you had just shut up instead of asking such a stupid question. Chris pulled your hand away again making you look at him.

“What do you mean why you Y/N?” You bit at your lips nervous to voice a big insecurity to a literal stranger but then word vomit took over again.

“I mean look at you and look at me. You're beautiful and I’m so boring and there were girls there that were more... your type...” Chris cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.

“My type?” You shrugged your shoulders looking down at the ground, your shoes, anywhere but Chris’ face.

“Well, girls that would seem more your type and... they were... prettier than me. I’m just... I’m plain in comparison. Why would you want me over some girl that looks like she belongs in a music video?” Chris tilted your chin up making you look at him.

“Like I said Y/N, you’re smart and funny and I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. You are the kind of beautiful that outshines every woman around you in a place like that, it’s why I noticed you as soon as I walked in.” He leaned back and pulled you further into his apartment, walking towards the couch in his living room, leading you along the way, taking off his leather jacket and tossing it aside.

“The way you dress too, it’s so sexy; I can see your curves and edges but I still have a whole present to unwrap and discover and you had this nonchalant confidence when you were sitting there. Not cocky or stuck up. You were comfortable just sipping your drink there alone, like you didn’t need anyone to come on to you or ask for your number to feel good about yourself. It was so fucking sexy I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” Chris sat down on the couch and pulled you down to straddle his lap and you sat on top of him. His hands ghosted over your shoulders and down your arms sending a shiver through your body. In all honesty you looked like that cause you hoped no one would. You weren’t really out to hook up, you were out because you’d had a terrible day and you wanted to drink and forget. Chris just happened to be the man that walked up to you and how could you resist him.

“I was actually nervous to approach you at first but you were way to enticing to pass up meeting.” He leaned in and started pressing wet kisses down your neck again. Everything he said rendered you speechless. He thought you were sexy, thought you were enticing, confident? You tilted your head back giving him better access to your neck and shoulder as you balanced yourself on his lap, your hands on his strong broad shoulders. You pushed your hips down and felt Chris erection pressing against you. He hissed and bit down on your shoulder when you applied more friction against him. His hands slid down your sides coming to rest on your hips and he started to guide your movements as he continued to explain 'why you '.

“Then when I talked to you. God you were so shy it was so cute. You were not at all what I had expected. You were so sweet it kind of made me want to corrupt you, do nasty things to your body.” His teeth grazed your throat and you moaned and clenched at his words. He kept talking and his breathing started to come out labored the more worked up he got. You could feel his dick getting harder pressing against your aching core as he worked you faster against him.

“Fuck baby girl! Feels so good!” Hearing his declaration of how good you were making him feel lit something inside you. You wrapped your arms around Chris’ neck as he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer to him, your chests pressed together. He attacked your mouth, dipping his tongue into yours in between nibbles of your lips as you continued dry humping him like you were horny teenagers.

“Ch-Chris... I’m...” You were struggling to form words but Chris nodded understanding.

“It’s okay baby girl, let go, cum, ruin those panties for me.” You moaned out his name as you came hard. You clutched on to Chris, finger nails digging in as he thrusted his hips up into yours helping you ride out your wave of ecstasy. After, you laid there straddling his lap, your head resting on one of his broad shoulders, trying to catch your breath as he traced shapes on your back, soothing you, bringing you back down. When the fog in your brain cleared you sat back up looking at him. You weren’t sure who was blushing more now, you or him. You traced your fingers over his face admiring the smallest details, his freckles, the slit shaved into one of his eyebrows, that damn nose ring that looked so fucking good on him. You ran your fingers down the bridge of his nose and he closed his eyes. You drug them down his lips pulling his plump bottom lip down a bit before cupping his strong jaw and kissing him. Now it was your turn to start peppering kisses down his jaw and neck, sucking and biting at his ear, listening to the little breaths he let out when you kissed a sweet spot on him. You slid off of Chris’ lap and knelt down on the floor in front of him. When you got off of him Chris opened his eyes and when he saw you on your knees in front of him, he got a little light headed. You ran your hands up his thighs, over his clothed erection, and towards his belt buckle. As you started to loosen it Chris grabbed your hands and stopped you.

“You don’t have to do that...” You smiled up at him all doe eyed, it made him twitch in his pants.

"I mean I'm already really hard so... you don't have to..." You licked your lips.

“I know I don’t have to but if it’s okay with you, I want to. I want to taste you Chris.” He groaned and rolled his eyes back in his head.

“It's okay baby girl, you can taste it. Only if you want it though.” You bit your bottom lip and started undoing his belt and the button of his pants. He kicked his boots and socks off as you drug the zipper of his jeans down and then he lifted his hips helping as you pulled his pants and briefs down and off. When you saw his hard cock you were not the least bit surprised to see how pretty it was, just like the rest of him. It was above average size wise but not scary big. He was already so hard and leaking precum and you hadn’t really even touched him. Did he like making out with you that much? You gently grabbed the base of his cock and a with a wide, wet, flat tongue you licked a stripe up his shaft before taking him into your warm soft mouth.

“Oh, fuck Y/N! Oh my god that feels... GOD yes baby girl suck me just like that.” You hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing on his dick in earnest, taking him further each time. When the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat you relaxed and opened your mouth wider. Chris got the hint. His fingers weaved through your hair holding your head still as he started thrusting his hips up, fucking your throat. The squelching and gagging sounds coming from you as you coated his dick in drool was making him crazy.

“FUCK you’re so fucking good at that baby so fucking good at taking my cock in your throat FUCK you’re gonna make cum beautiful! I’m gonna cum!” He let go of your hair and you pulled off of him and started stroking the head of his cock hard and fast.

“In my mouth Chris, cum in my mouth.” You opened up your mouth and stuck out your tongue as you continued stroking him. It only took seeing you on your knees eagerly jerking him off with your mouth open and ready for him before he was filling your mouth with his big load, he didn’t think he was ever going to stop coming. You held Chris’ cum in your mouth and sucked on the tip of his cock making him shudder, getting every morsel of him before showing him all the cum in your mouth and then swallowing.

“You’re so fucking sexy! Come here gorgeous.” He cupped your face and crashed his lips against yours tasting himself when his tongue invaded your mouth. He stood up suddenly, gently pulling you up with him. He pulled his shirt off and stood in front of you looking like he was carved from marble and you admired the lines of his hard, defined, body.

“Fuck me.” You breathed out in amazement and Chris laughed at your unfiltered reaction.

“If that’s what you want...” He smirked and then lifted you and put you over his shoulder smacking and grabbing a handful of your ass as he carried you to his bedroom. You struggled and laughed the whole way there. Trying and failing to get him to put you down.

“Put me down Christopher!” At your request you were tossed on his big soft bed. You only stopped laughing when Chris’ hands slid up your body and started removing your clothes. Once he had you down to your panties your nerves had come back tenfold. You were about to be completely bare in front of this walking God that had his head between your legs, a breath away from your soaking core, his face closer to your pussy than anyone's had ever been. When Chris went to grab your panties your breathing hitched in your throat and he stopped, realizing you weren’t comfortable.

“Hey, are you okay? We can stop if you...” You shook your head before he could finish the sentence.

“No don’t stop just... nervous.” He ran his hands up and down your thighs gently, comforting you.

“Nervous about what baby girl?” You worried at your lips avoiding Chris’ eyes. You had never had a guy go down on you. Be so intimate with your sex.

“What if you don’t... like... what you see... down there?” Chris’ eyes softened at your words.

“Oh, beautiful...” Chris gently kissed the insides of your thighs. You closed your eyes and let out a shudder of a breath trying to get your nerves in control. He climbed up next to you and kissed you as he ran his hand down your body and you shivered at his touch.

“Is there something I can do to make you less nervous?” You shrugged and Chris nuzzled his nose against your cheek before placing another kiss on your lips.

“Maybe if you could... keep saying nice things to me...” Chris nodded and smiled, looking down at you.

“Oh, does my pretty girl like being praised?” You blushed but you guessed that was what you were saying and shook your head up and down. Chris went to crawl back down between your legs but you stopped him.

“Just... I want you to stay up here with me. I want to be close to you, see your face.” He tilted his head and a had a little puzzled expression on his face.

“You don’t want me to go down on you?” You shook your head no.

“Maybe the next time?” As soon as you said it you realized you just insinuated to a casual hook up that you expected a next time. Chris smiled at you.

“You want there to be a next time?” You had dug yourself a hole and you weren’t sure what the right answer was in this situation.

“I mean if you want there to be... I know this is just... I don’t mean to-” Chris kissed you stopping your tangent before you could even take off on it.

“I would love for there to be a next time Y/N.” You let out a sigh of relief and Chris started kissing your neck and shoulder as he slid his hand down your body. You started to relax a bit as he kissed and touched you. Chris pulled your panties to the side and started to gently run his fingers through your wet folds before softly playing with your clit. You let out a light breath at the contact.

“Is this okay baby girl?” You quickly shook your head not wanting him to stop.

“Yes Chris, faster.” Your words came out softly. Chris took your direction, he ran his fingers down your slit, collected more of your juices on his fingers, and then started rubbing your clit faster adding a little more pressure.

“You’re so wet for me beautiful, I bet my cock would slide right in you’re so soaked. Does it feel good gorgeous? Do you like my fingers?” He had his lips pressed to the shell of your ear like he was whispering dirty secrets to you. You were panting and nodding when his fingers dipped back towards your entrance and slid inside you.

“Fuck! Christopher!” He pushed in until his palm pressed against your clit and then curled his fingers and started pumping them into you deeper and deeper, the heel of his palm adding stimulation to your clit while he finger fucked you open.

“So pretty, you look so pretty falling apart on my fingers like that baby girl. Be a good girl and cum on them for me yea?” When you breathed out your yes Chris started fingering you faster and you went teetering over the edge of your second orgasm, convulsing on his bed like you were being shocked with live wires. Chris ran his other hand softly through your hair, placing gentle kisses against your face as he slowly worked you through the last of your climax. He took his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth cleaning your cum from them before climbing on top of you and continuing his sweet assault of kisses all over your face.

“My pretty girl, such a pretty pretty girl. So good coming for me like that and you taste so good. Are you gonna be a good girl and take my cock now too? Hmm?” You could feel his dick pressing against you fully hard again and ready. You pulled him down to kiss him again unable to stop yourself from savoring his full luscious lips. You whispered against them.

“Fuck me Chris.” That was all he needed to hear from your lips. You slid your panties off as Chris reached over to his night stand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He ripped it open and rolled it down his cock. He sat back on his knees and lifted your hips placing a pillow under you to make you more comfortable. Then he spread your legs around him and lined his throbbing dick up with your entrance. He looked at you wanting one more confirmation that you wanted this as much as he did. The foreplay, the touching, condom on, none of that mattered. Chris would pull the plug on all of it if you didn’t want this. But you did. You ran your hands down his forearms and held on to his slender wrists, you smiled up at him and took your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I want you Chris, please.” He closed his eyes and let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“God, I want you too baby girl.” Chris eased the tip of his cock inside you. Even through the condom you could feel how hard and warm he was, could feel him twitch as he pushed himself deeper inside you. When Chris bottomed out the tip of his dick nudged your g spot just right and you let out an unexpectedly loud moan. Without pulling out Chris thrusted into you harder hitting the same spot again and you couldn’t help the squeal of a moan that came from you that time.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun. Hold on beautiful.” That was the last thing Chris said before he gripped your hips tightly and started fucking you deep and hard. You held onto his wrists tightly; it was all you could do as he tried to split you in half with his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck yes yes Chris yes fuck me hard just like that baby fuck!” Chris was losing his mind watching you underneath him taking his cock so well begging for more. He wanted to make you lose yourself, he wanted to make you forget everything else, wanted you to only be able to scream his name. He slowed his pace down but started rolling his hips as he thrusted into you reaching divine places inside of you that made your toes numb.

“Baby girl, I wanna do something... to you, with you. Would you let me show you?” You looked at Chris a bit wide eyed unsure of what he meant by that but you said yes. Even though you had only just met Chris, you trusted him because you knew if you didn’t like or want what he showed you he wouldn’t do it and would be okay with stopping. Chris leaned over his cock still buried deep in your dripping cunt. He reached into his night stand again and pulled out a wand vibrator. As soon as you saw it you clenched around his dick. You had never used a toy with a partner before but you liked the idea of trying it with Chris.

“I think you might be trying to kill me.” Chris laughed.

“Are you okay with it?” You smiled and nodded.

“Absolutely.” Chris grinned ear to ear and set the vibrator down on the bed next to you. He grabbed your hips and started slowly sliding in and out of you again, teasing you, fucking you with enough force to make it feel really good but not enough to make you cum. Once you were lost in the rhythm of Chris’ thrusts, your eager hips meeting his every time he pushed into you, he picked up the vibrator, held it gently against your pussy, clicked it on the lowest setting, and started fucking you harder. If you had to bet money on the over under of the time it took you to cum once Chris turned on that vibrator, you’d have to guess about 5 seconds. It was like the finger of God came down and touched you. You had never cum so hard in your life. Chris clicked the vibrator back off and fucked you hard through your orgasm.

“Chris fuck, fuck, Ch-Christopher, FUCK!!” Chris slowed down and then stopped to feel your walls flutter around his cock as you shook uncontrollably under him.

“F-f-ffuck Chris! FUCK!” Your body contorted in pleasure as he gently ran his fingertips over your buzzing skin.

“You with me? You okay baby girl?” You shook your head up and down gnawing at your lips, coming down from the mind-blowing orgasm Chris had just given you.

“Talk to me beautiful I want to hear that pretty voice. Are you okay?” You finally opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“MMMYes, Chris I’mmm okay baby.” He smiled at the use of the pet name.

“Good girl, so good for me.” He leaned over and pressed kisses against your warm body.

“I’m gonna lay down here baby girl and I want you to climb on top of me and ride my dick like it’s yours beautiful.” He climbed off of you and laid down on his back. You got on top of him and sunk down on his thick cock. Before you could start moving Chris pulled you down on top of him. He gripped your hair gently, kissed you and then pressed his lips to your ear.

“I want you to ride my cock like it’s yours baby girl, because it fucking is. Now take it.” His words came out as a growl and it made your pussy gush around him. You pushed yourself up on his chest, braced yourself, palms down against his pectoral muscles and started riding him like a god damn porn star, grinding and gyrating your hips against his, taking his cock whole again and again. All Chris could do was hold on to your hips as you bounced on his dick.

“FUCK Y/N! FUCK! God damn baby ride it! Ride that fucking cock! Take it baby girl!” Chris gave your ass a smack as you continued to fuck his brains out. You sat all the way down on him, taking him to the hilt and started rocking back and forth, your clit, already sensitive from the multiple orgasms he had given you, rubbing against his firm pelvic muscles.

“Oh my God Chris you feel so fucking good inside me, so fucking DEEP!” You clenched hard around him and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Fuuuuuuck baby girl, you’re being so good for me, you’re my good girl aren’t you. So- fuck! So fucking good, gonna make me cum!” You closed your eyes, tilted your head back and ran your hands through your hair enjoying the feeling of Chris being so deep inside you, you moved your hips hard against Chris’, your cunt swallowing his cock whole. Chris picked up the vibrator again and pressed it against your clit and the spot just over his cock you were riding. He clicked it on and all the way up. You left your body, you were certain of it. You could feel yourself floating. It was instantaneous. As soon as Chris clicked on you were coming, contracting and squeezing his cock with your walls, the vibrations from the wand rumbling through his body as well. It was like his cock was buzzing inside you.

“CHRIS, CHRIS, FUCKING FUCK, CHRIS YES FUUUUCK CHRISTOPHER!!” You started squirting and Chris tossed the vibrator aside as he came hard into the condom while you drenched him. You twitched and shook as your rode his cock through the high. Chris sat up with you in his lap holding you close as he started to soften inside you.

“Fuck baby so fucking sexy! You did so good for me, made me cum so fucking hard baby girl.” He leaned you back and laid you down on the bed softly, his hands behind your head. He took off the condom and tossed it before laying down next to you, pulling you close and spooning you, running his hands across your sensitive skin again. You loved the way Chris’ hands felt on you, they felt strong and he made you feel safe. After he cuddled you for a bit Chris went to get cleaned up and grab clean sheets. When he came back he had a clean warm rag for you as well. You stood up on wobbly legs and wiped yourself off while he put the dry sheets on the bed. Once you were done he took the rag and the old sheets and tossed them in the hamper in his closet. You stood there like a new born baby deer unsure on your legs and not really sure what was supposed to happen next. Do you lay back down? Do you get dressed and leave? Chris interrupted your thoughts when he took you in his arms again and kissed your temple.

“Come here baby girl.” He easily lifted you up like a bride and set you back down on the bed before climbing in and pulling the covers over you both. He pulled you close again nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Is it okay if I hold you? I get kinda cuddly after I cum.” He let out a little laugh and you melted back into his hold.

“Yes it’s okay, feels nice.” As the two of you laid there falling asleep you remembered Chris mentioning when he first saw you, how you were nothing like what he expected and you realized, from when you first laid eyes on him at that bar, that he had been nothing like you had expected either.

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My Biggest and Hottest Tickling Fantasy

I wake up in a pitch black room. I don’t even know if my eyes are open. I try to move but to no avail, my arms are tied above my head and my legs are tied spread apart. I am slightly relieved because I still seem to have my clothes on except for my shoes. In my head, I want to yell out but get too scared to even say anything. I just lie there pulling on my restraints as quiet as I can. After a few minutes I hear something from the corner of the room, not sure if it’s my mind playing tricks on me from being in complete silence and darkness for so long. I then hear a switch, after the flip of the switch the room turns a very dim red tint. A man in mask is just standing next to the door. His mask looks like something from the Purge, very odd and unsettling. I start to panic a little bit, I pull on my restraints but no luck. The masked man slowly starts walking towards me. Since the room was now a little bit lit, I can see I am laying on a bed looking structure, completely flat with no headboard.There are slits that look like could hold more restraints outlining my whole body, but no restraints in them. Only my wrists and ankles are bound. I am wearing a tank top, bra, spandex shorts and socks.

The man walks all the way around to the very top of the bed standing right above my face, just staring at me. I ask who he is, but no answer. He then takes one finger and slowly drags it up my left armpit. I start to panic internally but only let out a small squeal. Although that seemed to unfortunately please him. He then takes one finger from each hand and slowly drags it’s up and down both my armpits very slowly, only barely touching but enough to tickle a bit. I let out a few giggles, but he stops after a few strokes. He then walks away from my armpits and slowly walks towards the end of the bed. He grabs my big toe through my sock and holds it back, he then slowly runs one finger up and down my foot. My socks help me a little bit, but as he keeps going I get more sensitive to the tickles. This never seemed to end, but in reality it was only about a minute. He eventually stops and walks away from the bed making his way to the closet in the room. The closet is so far from the bed it seems like he disappears, the only light on is placed directly above me. He comes out with something in his hands but I can’t quite tell what it is right away. As he walks slowly back towards me I can see it is a ball gag. I start pleading that he not gag me, but obviously ignores me and forces the gag into my mouth. The ball is almost to big for my mouth, but he strapped it on as tight as he could. I begin to struggle a bit more now, trying to speak but can hardly even get any mumbling out. It was useless. He then starts to slowly tickle my armpits again, this time was more than a few pokes. Up and down, up and down. One finger on both armpits, over and over again. I start to pull on my restraints and giggle as much as I could but my restraints and gag are too tight. I can only slightly bend my arms. He finally stopped tracing my armpits with his fingers and moves down next to my sides. He slides my tank top up a little bit to expose my belly. He traces my belly button with his finger. My stomach starts bouncing from the laughter I’m trying to get out but the gag is concealing. He suddenly stops circling my belly button and takes out a pocket knife. I immediately panic, he grabs my tank top and cuts it off of me. Leaving me in my bra, spandex and socks. As I am too focused on him cutting my shirt another masked man pops up out of nowhere it seemed. I unfortunately do not notice until I feel someone poking at my feet. My heart sinks, and I begin to struggle in my restraints knowing what is to come. The newly emerged man starts to take off my left sock, very slowly as the other man makes his way back up to the top of the bed after removing my shirt. After my sock is removed I feel the man do the same as the other before, he holds my big toe back and starts to slowly drag one finger up and down my bare, sweaty foot. I try to pull my foot down but he is too strong for me and the tickles, although slow and light, do not stop. At the same time the man looking down on me starts to circle each of my armpits with one finger each. My laughter is prominent now and I begin to struggle in my restraints. I then feel my other sock slip off, but I think how is that possible? The man at my feet already is using both hands to hold my foot up. I look down, a third masked man is now at my feet as well. He too holds my big toe back and starts slowly tickling my foot. I begin to pull and kick on my restraints as much as I can.

The tickling stops. I catch my breath, but also trying to keep an eye on my ticklers. One of them goes to the closet and the other two move to both sides of the bed. While the one man is in the closet the other two start to grab my breasts through my bra. The man with the pocket knife grabs the piece of fabric right in between my breasts and cuts it right down the middle. I am now topless. The one man starts lightly rubbing my nipples as the other one stands up. I begin to moan very lightly, my nipples are very sensitive. As I savor this pleasure I feel more restraints being strapped around my thighs. The two men who walked away are now making me even more helpless. My thighs spread apart as far as they can go, and they secure the straps. I try to move my legs but all I can move is my feet. The two men then come to the top of the bed and strap restraints around my biceps and spread my arms out even more so I cannot bend them. I am now completely immobilized, helpless to a room full of men. My nipples are still being teased, I feel my spandex being cut off. I now realize I have no panties on underneath, I am completely stripped, spread and bound tight. I try to struggle but I am completely hopeless. What seems like is out of no where, I get attacked on every area of my body with tickles. The man who was teasing my nipples starts tickling my sides, another at my feet and another at my armpits. I laugh and scream the most the gag will let me, I try to move but there is nothing I can do to make this stop. This torment goes on for what feels like had to be 30 minutes. They all stop except for the man at my feet, he continues. The man at my stomach pulls 2 makeup brushes out of his pocket and starts slowly circling my nipples with them. The other man starts tickling my inner thighs. The man at my feet stops and I can hear him walk away. The sensation in my nipples to the tickles in my thighs are now significantly making me wet. The man returns, and he has three bottles of some sort of liquid. He hands one to each of my ticklers. They all begin to drown my helpless naked body in oil. Every inch. They all start rubbing my body emptying their bottles onto my body. The man with the makeup brushes continued to caress my nipples after he was finished with his oil. One of the other men then came up to the top of the bed and blindfolded me. I lay there, my nipples being circled by the soft brushes. I then feel both of my feet being held back. I brace for it. And next thing you know I can feel hairbrushes torturing my oiled feet. One of them must be holding my feet back, and the other tickling. I am overwhelmed in pleasure and tickles. I cannot move at all, I cannot scream, I cannot see, all I can do is lay there. The man circling my nipples begins to explore my stomach and sides with the makeup brushes although this doesn’t tickle as much as the hairbrush’s on my feet, it just adds to my torment. All I can do is just hope in my head this will stop. One of the men at my feet moves up towards my armpits, he then begins to drag his fingers up and down my oiled armpits. The man at my stomach drops his brushes and attacks my oiled sides and ribs and the man at my feet continues to use a hairbrush on my left foot and his other free hand on my right. I can barely breathe, the sensations all over my body make me go wild. I try and try to scream for help, for mercy. Anything. But to them I am just their toy with no other choice then to just take it. After another long 30 minutes of nonstop torture they finally stop.

I use this time to catch my breath as much as I can. I inch around in my restraints. I hear a bit a ruckus going on at the bottom of the bed, sounds like they are putting things on a table but I can’t make out much. Out of nowhere I feel a very cold liquid being poured onto my body, it startles me at first. It started at my feet, making its way up my legs, poured heavily on my inner thighs and private area. All over my stomach and breasts, my neck and on my face. As it drips around my nose I become confused, it smells like chocolate? Why are they pouring chocolate on me? I then hear another bottle open, it’s whipped cream. I only know that because I can hear them spraying it all over my breasts and my feet. After what seemed like they emptied a whole bottle of chocolate and whipped cream onto my body I feel two tongues start licking my feet. They took their masks off. The tongues only tickle a little bit, but compared to the brushes it feels heavenly. They take their time, sucking on my soles and toes. I then feel another tongue go all the way from my belly button in between my breasts all the way up to my neck. Once the tongue reached my neck it just continued. He was slowly licking and sucking all the chocolate off my neck. I let out a few moans through my gag, I felt my pussy start to get wet. He then moved up to my face, licking my chin, cheeks, nose and sucks on my ball gag. He licks and kisses my wide open lips, then moved back down to my neck slowly and seductively sucking and kissing my neck. The two tongues at my feet start to travel up my legs. The man sucking my neck slowly moves down to my right breast, slowly circling his tongue around my nipples, but not touching them. The man who was licking his way up my left leg stops and joins the man circling my nipple on my other breast. I can feel the tongue at my right leg traveling up towards my inner thigh, slowly making its way to my pussy. I then feel his tongue slowly lick straight up to the top of my mound. I twitched and let out a quiet squeal when he dragged the tip of his tongue right up my slit. He then started sucking on my mound, close but never touching my clit. The two tongues circling my nipples begin to slowly flick my nipples. They are extremely sensitive, I start to slowly move around as much as the restraints will give me. I feel the tongue slide up and down my pussy lips, and then the tongue begins to ever so slightly circle my clit. I can feel a hand holding my mound, making my clit stick out and fully exposed as he places his whole mouth over my clit and slowly starts flicking and caressing it. My mind spirals into immense pleasure, as I feel the tongues spiraling around my nipples and the tongue lightly flicking my clit. The tongues teasing my nipples stop, but only for the man with the makeup brushes to start brushing my nipples with them again. The third man starts licking and sucking on my neck, and they all continue for what seems like hours. Every so often the tongue sucking my clit would stop and travel to my thighs, but always make its way back. They don’t let me finish, I don’t know how but they know when I am about to finish so when I get there they all stop. The man caressing my neck takes my gag off and immediately starts sucking on my lips, I moan into his mouth. He sucks on my tongue, almost like a human gag. All the others stop except for him. I hear some strange sound at the bottom of the bed. And I think I hear tape, but wasn’t sure about it. I feel something get pressed up against my clit, it almost felt like someone was sucking my clit, but very slowly. I realize it is probably one of those clit stimulators, and they tape it onto my pussy. Perfectly positioned on my clit I can feel the slow sucking, even slower then the man who was actually doing it. It felt good, but it definitely was not enough for me to finish. The man sucking on my tongue stops and quickly puts the gag back on me. I hear him walk away, but he stops. He turned the device taped onto my pussy up one level and walked out of the room.

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