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A White Christmas
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male Reader
Summary: You and your boyfriend Steve have the tower to yourself this Christmas :))
Content Warnings: Smut (handjob, use of toys, cum eating, anal, top M reader, bottom Steve Rogers, slight degradation, daddy kink...), fluff, horrible Christmas puns :))
A/N: @sozombiearcade thank you so much for this lovely Christmas request and for being so patient with me <3, I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas everyone!!xxx
Word Count: 1860+
The streets of New York were packed. People desperately scattered around trying to find a last-minute Christmas present. It was absolutely freezing, or at least that's what it looked like. You were nice and warm up in Stark Tower, with a book on your lap.
You smiled to yourself as you glanced over to the big, beautiful Christmas tree, the neatly wrapped present you bought your boyfriend immediately catching your eye.
The Tower is quiet, aside from your Christmas playlist you have on repeat. Thor and Loki went back to Asgard, Nat and Bruce went over to Clint and his family during the Holidays, Sam invited Bucky to join him and his sister for Christmas dinner and Tony took Pepper skiing in Aspen. Leaving you and your boyfriend Steve alone in the Tower, which you had decorated excessively.
The smell of gingerbread slowly invades your senses and you hear Steve hum along with "Jingle Bells" from the kitchen. Sadly, his happy humming stops and gets replaced by an upset whine and a naughty word or two.
'Language!', you yell with a grin, but when you don't hear a reply, you decide to put your book aside and make your way to the kitchen.
'Stevie, everything okay?' you ask as you stick your head through the doorframe. Steve is looking down at his tray of freshly baked cookies with a defeated look.
"What's wrong, honey? They look great!" you ask as you walk closer.
"I forgot to buy icing." The look on his face breaks your heart, but admittedly the little pout on his face is quite adorable. Truth be told, he has been looking insanely good all day.
Steve is not only an attractive man, he also cares a lot about hygiene. Back in the 40s he didn't have all the luxuries he has today, and when he goes on missions he sometimes can't shower or shave for weeks. So when he's home, he showers and shaves every single morning after his run. He hates body hair, so he was always perfectly sleek...everywhere.
"Oh Stevie, that's okay...they still look good without the icing," you reassure him, looking down at the gingerbread men.
"They look naked." he points out with a frown on his face.
You grin, pulling Steve closer and pressing a sweet kiss on his neck. "I do love my men naked..." you mumble as you nibble on his ear, hoping to cheer him up a little.
Unfortunately, the defeated look on Steve's face didn't go away that easily. "Aw, Stevie..." you cooed, wrapping your arms around him, "you know I hate to see you sad," your lips found his neck again while your arms squeezed him tighter to your chest.
Steve's breath hitched when you found his sweet spot, nibbling on it while your hands gently grabbed his hips, pulling his ass flush against your hardening cock. His hands grabbed the counter for balance as he whined, feeling your bulge grind against his ass.
"I'm sure we can figure something out...let me turn that frown upside down, baby, hmm?"
"Yes, daddy", Steve moaned obediently.
"Wanna touch daddy's cock? Hmm? Would that make you happy? Wanna jerk me off, baby?", you teased.
"Yes, daddy..." he whined.
"Ask daddy nicely, baby,"
"Please, daddy, please," he bucked his hips forward.
"Please, what?" you taunted.
"Please can I touch you, daddy, can I jerk you off, please..." he begged.
"Good boy...of course baby, c'mere," you packed up a little, allowing Steve to turn around. He immediately dropped to his knees and pulled down your sweats, noticing that you were already rock-hard.
"What a slutty boy..." you groaned, spitting in your hand before reaching down to stroke your hard cock.
You groaned at the feeling, letting your eyes fall shut for a second until you heard Steve whine impatiently.
You looked down at him, "Touch daddy's cock, Stevie", you commanded and he immediately did as he was told, squeezing your dick tightly as he stroked it up and down before twisting his first over your tip.
As you felt yourself creep closer to the edge, the tray of cookies caught your eye. You reached over, pulling it closer while Steve sped up his movements around your throbbing cock.
"That's it, baby...be a good boy and make daddy cum."
It only took a couple more strokes until you fell over the edge with a loud groan. Your body shook a little as you tried your best to aim for the platter, covering the gingerbread men with your sticky, white cum.
"Fuck, Steve...", you couldn't help but groan, "good fucking boy..."
You pulled him up against you, fumbling to pull your sweatpants up in the meantime. You let him drop his head on your shoulder as you did the same. Your mouth found the pulse point on his neck, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your lips.
You looked at the counter, observing the wonderful mess you had made. "Look at that, Stevie...your gingerbread men aren't so naked anymore", you grinned, picking up one of the cookies that was covered in cum and bringing it to his mouth. He took a large bite, savoring your familiar taste.
"Delicious...", he hummed, looking at you in adoration. You couldn't help but pull him in for a passionate kiss, tasting the sweetness of his cookies and the saltiness of your...icing.
"I think you deserve to open one of your Christmas presents early, what do you think?"
"Yeah?", he blushed and you nodded, taking his hand and pulling him to the living room.
"Say, Stevie, have you been naughty or nice this year?" you smirked and you pushed your boyfriend back on the couch.
"Is that a trick question?" he grinned, making you smile.
"Hmm," you couldn't help but kiss him again before getting up and grabbing a neatly wrapped box from under the tree.
"Naughty and/or nice, you've definitely been my good boy this year", you praised.
Steve gently ripped open the packaging, his cheeks tinting red again as he saw what you had gifted him. It was a navy blue, vibrating stroker.
"Do you like it?", you asked, grinning when Steve nodded franticly.
"Wanna try it?", you asked, trying to contain the twinkle in your eyes.
He nodded again, this time a bit more shy.
"You want uh...do you wanna...or...you want me to...uhm...", he stuttered, making you chuckle before leaning in closer.
"I wanna use it on you, Stevie, if that's okay?"
"Y-yeah, yes, absolutely."
His enthusiasm alone made your cock stir again.
"That's my good boy," you mumbled against his lips, "take off your pants and play with yourself while I go get the lube,"
Steve's pants hit the floor before you even made it out of the living room. When you got back, merely a couple seconds later, you found him panting on the couch with his cock in his hand.
"Merry Christmas indeed," you stated, dropping down next to him. Your hand quickly took over from his, pumping him a couple times until he was a moaning mess.
"Turn around", you commanded and he obeyed immediately, giving you a clear view of his shaven asshole.
"Fuck, you know, I hate it when they call this America's ass. This is my ass, all mine," you grumbled, giving his cheek a good squeeze followed by a light smack.
"Ah...yes, daddy, all yours, please touch me, daddy", he pleaded.
"Yeah? Want me to touch you? Want daddy to fill your stocking, hm?"
Steve couldn't help but giggle a little at your awful pun, earning him another spank.
"Shut up," you chuckled, before reaching to grab the lube and applying a good amount on his bare hole and your fingers.
Steve moaned loudly as you slid a finger inside, prepping him for your hardening cock. You slowly worked him open, adding another finger while your other hand gently traced his skin.
"Ready for my cock, Stevie?" you questioned after a couple minutes, noticing he was getting harder and more desperate.
"Yes, please...please"
You used some more lube to cover your cock, stroking it a few times before pressing it to Steve's hole. Slowly but steadily you slid inside him. Both of you let out a string of whines and groans, your hands holding onto his hips as you fucked him slowly from behind.
You gave him some time to adjust before you grabbed the toy, adding a little bit of lube to that as well.
"C'mere, Stevie, lean up a bit...like this", you gently grabbed his shoulder, making him lean his back against your chest so you had easier access to his smoothly-shaven cock. The toy slid over him with ease.
"Oh shit, daddy!" he moaned when you turned up the vibrations, stroking the toy while starting to fuck into him again.
"Fuck, baby, doing so good, my good boy", you praised as you picked up the pace, positively destroying his asshole.
Your free hand roamed over his strong, hairless chest, pinching his nipple in the process.
"Ah, f-fuck..." he stuttered, his head lulling back against your shoulder.
you chuckled, "You like it when I play with your nipples, hmm? Such a desperate little slut...look at you, I've only just started and your cock is already leaking", you taunted, feeling the sticky drops land on your fingers.
"Please, daddy...fuck, that feels so good..."
That was your cue to turn up the vibrations, making Steve keen in pleasure. His hands for your arms, trying to keep himself grounded.
You angled your hips up a little, hitting his spot perfectly.
"Fuuucckk, daddy, right there! Please please please can I cum? Can I cum please m'so close...", he begged, tears welling in his eyes.
"Cum for me you fucking slut, cum for me while I fuck your ass."
And he did. Hard.
Steve's cum shot out of his dick in thick ropes, covering his own stomach and chest.
You fucked him roughly through his high, before discarding the toy and pulling out of him.
"Turn around!" you roared, as you jerked yourself off at a fast pace, ready to tumble over the edge.
Steve clumsily dropped to his knees, just in time to catch the hot spurts of cum all over his face.
You yelled out his name, screwing your eyes shut as pleasure consumed you.
"Fucking hell..." you huffed out. Your eyes fluttered open and you were met with an absolutely ruined Steve, leaning exhausted against the couch, covered in both your and his own cum.
You dropped down beside him, pulling him close. "You did so good for me, you're so hot, so perfect...", you mumbled, trying to bring him back down to earth with sweet words and gentle kisses.
"You okay?", you asked, taking in his fucked out look.
"Hmm", was all he could muster, looking at you with a dopey grin plastered all over his face.
"Looks like you got a white Christmas this year, huh?", you grinned.
"Oh, shut up", he chuckled, playfully hitting your shoulder.
The two of you cuddled for a while after that, before taking a nice hot shower together. Though in hindsight, that might have been a bit pointless, since Steve still had to give you his gift too....
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Aita for lieing about my country of origin?
🇨🇦🥶 <- so I know it's me!
This is kinda stupid but a friend said it will start a bad habit of lieing, I'm taking advantage of the fact that because I'm white passing I don't get offensive immigrant questions and I just shouldn't have so let's see.
About a year ago I (24nb metis aka white and first nations canadian. Also native American but it's blurry. Its important later.) and my partner (24f white) went to walmart for groceries. I love the cold, have been raised in the cold temps of the Midwest my whole life and I have a autoimmune disorder which makes me much warmer than everyone else so despite it being 32° outside, I was in shorts and a t-shirt. My partner thinks I'm crazy and I have a bad habit of freezing her out but we compromise.
Obviously wearing a T-shirt and shorts when it's snowing outside gets some attention and this elderly white couple playfully asked how I wasn't frozen solid as some sweet small talk but I'm socially anxious and just blurted out that I was from Canada and this was nothing. They just laughed in surprise and nodded and went on. That was a lie and my partner playfully chided me for it. No, I'm not a Canadian immigrant and I was born in America but as you can see, my family has deep ties to Canada and my grandmother is a Canadian immigrant. Should I of lied? No but it was harmless, I panicked and I didnt want to explain a disorder or get too deep into conversation with strangers so I just said it and moved on. No harm done.
Flash forward to today where I, my partner and a mutual friend (23 ftm, white but reconnecting to his distant Cuban and carribean heritage. He identifies as "spicy white".) were talking in a group call about our families histories. One side of my friends family immigrated to America about 4+5 generations back from Cuba with the other from Scotland and Ireland and my partners family history is blurry but she knows they came from Scotland and Germany. My partner playfully brought up my lie from a year ago and the whole tone shifted. My friend got mad at me and brought up how his great great grandmother struggled in America because she wasn't white passing, she immigrated from a non-white country and people treated her horribly. I tried to bring up that both my grandmothers were natives and my immigrant grandmother also struggled with racism due to being first nations but he kept interrupting me saying that because I'm white passing and I picked Canada as a place I fake-immigrated from, I'm taking advantage of the fact that white old couple would treat me better than Mexican immigrants or middle Eastern immigrants.
Eventually the call ended and we side stepped the topic but tension is still present and I don't know how to feel now. Obviously I respect immigrants and i have a high amount of immigrant people in my family, not just Canadian/first nations but married in from Poland and Mexico. I know I shouldn't of lied but I feel like my friend is just being a bit chronically online right now and acting like I don't respect any immigrants. Ever since he started reconnecting, he's gotten more and more trigger happy with racist jokes, calling people racist for no reason and just all around... off. I totally get generational trauma and the pain of discovering your history around colonization and genocide but its getting weird. My partner says she didn't see the harm in my little, no pun intended, white lie but doesn't wanna be involved because she's white and this issue has some racist undertones. I don't know if this is just a symptom of his discovery surrounding himself and being in some very overly sensitive groups or I was truely being insensitive to even being passively racist towards other POC.
So, was I the asshole for lieing to some strangers that I'm from Canada just to not have to get too deep into why I wanna wear shorts in the snow like a weirdo?
What are these acronyms?
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Here is me requesting my birthday maxi smut honestly im thinking maxi threw some stuff together for a little surprise for her ! And ( he actually does give her a real gift) but the best part comes in the bedroom....
Pun not intended 🤣
I Got You Something
Maximus x Fem!Reader, word count: 1k
ay happy birthday!! i love maximus, he's just the softest, sweetest little lamb and the strangest little bug ever and i am obsessed with him and how he'd learn how to be a good boyfriend to someone ;-; 🧡
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff, lil bit of smut, oral sex mostly!!
"You're paying attention, right? Because I really can't see anything..."
"Yeah, yeah, I got you! Just a little... further...Oh, shit, watch that pile of... what is that?"
Your feet kicked something soft in front of you and you recoiled, caught in Maximus' arms.
"Max! Can you just uncover my eyes, please?"
"No, almost there. Just a little further..."
As sweet as the gesture was, you almost regretted telling Maximus that it was your birthday. He was so keen to impress, so determined to make sure you still retained a semblance of your old life, of some goodness. He wanted you to keep that optimism, the kind that made you excited for something like a birthday, something he'd never really been all that fussed by.
More importantly, he wanted to be a good boyfriend.
So he kept his front pressed to your back and guided you over the miscellaneous debris that he had neglected to clean out of the way when he found a safe enough space to set up for your surprise. And then, when you were past the door frame, he removed his hands from your eyes and practically squealed.
"... ok, tah-dah!"
When your vision returned, you found yourself in an empty room, the view from the window suggesting it was on the outskirts of the settlement you and Max had been staying in for the past couple of weeks. On the walls there were tiny triangles of stained fabric, tied together to form bunting. In the corner, a bed with the cleanest sheets you'd seen in months and a dresser with an assortment of your favourite snacks. And in the centre of the room, two dining chairs and a wobbling table, upon which there was a strange looking package.
"Max! This is..."
"It's not great, I know, but... Happy Birthday!"
You could tell that your silence was worrying him, so you choked out whatever words could come to you first.
"Maxi... this is amazing."
The effort he'd put into making the space look at least a little welcoming, and a tiny bit liveable, had rendered you almost entirely speechless, unable to express to him how much it really meant to you.
"You sure?"
"Of course! It's... I love it. It's amazing. Thank you."
Reaching up to him, you cupped his cheek as you pressed a kiss to the other, beaming a bright smile at him before you gestured to the package on the table.
"And this?"
"Oh, right! Your present."
"My present?"
Your eyes widened, excited at what you had suspected had been a gift.
"It's not really like... We don't- didn't... do birthdays in the Brotherhood. But I know it's a big deal for you so..."
He reached for the gift, pulling out a chair for you and placing the parcel in your lap once you were seated. As you looked closely at it, you could make out some of the design on the paper. Singed edges of old comic books, scraps from books, all held together with some strips of duct tape. It upset you to even unwrap it, as you thought about the effort he had gone to, so you tore the paper away gently, admiring your gift once you had revealed it.
"Oh, Maxi, this is so sweet."
You held an almost pristine souvenir mug with the Nuka-Cola logo on the front. There was no way of knowing how he'd managed to find it up here, or how much he might have had to spend to get it from a trader. It was perfect.
"It's not great... it's... I'm sorry, it's crap."
"It is not! I love it!"
"Wow, really? Because I had a back-up if you didn't-"
Your ears pricked up, eyes focusing on his sweet, flushed cheeks as your pupils dilated.
"A back-up? You mean there's another gift?"
Maximus stammered over his words, nervously scratching at the back of his neck, flustered by the intense focus you were now giving him.
"It's more of a... like a surprise."
"Well, show me!"
With a renewed excitement, Max took your hand and guided you from the table to the bed, slightly giddy in the way he practically skipped over to it.
"Ok, lie down."
You raised an eyebrow with an excited smile, but did as he asked, letting your body sink into the busted bedframe and watching as he sank to his knees at the bottom of the bed. His hands, shaking with nerves, skimmed up your thigh and grabbed your hips, pulling you down the mattress closer to him. You let out a squeal of shock, giggling as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down your legs and taking your underwear with them.
"Max!"
"What?"
You sat up on your elbows, looking down at him with a grin so wide it almost hurt your cheeks.
"Are you really doing this?"
"Yeah... I've been practising."
He raised his eyebrows, his lips forming a sweet, proud smile.
"Yep, I've been practising."
"I don't even want to ask how..."
"Then don't, just let me show you."
With your lower half completely exposed, your pants and underwear placed in a small heap next to where Maximus knelt, you felt your body warming with arousal, anticipation spreading through your veins as you felt him leaning in, his warm breath on your thighs, then against your cunt.
And then, his tongue, hot, wet, pressed flat against your lips, forcing the tip between then, spreading them apart as he dragged the muscle up and down over your entrance, teasing it as he reached the top. He had been practising, and he’d obviously learned a little bit about anatomy somehow.
“Max… Max, this is… it’s so good…”
He paused for a moment, smiling happily, a sense of pride in his work.
“It is… you taste good… better than anything I’ve eaten out here…”
You gripped at the sheets as he returned to your body, lips enclosing over your pussy as he sucked and lapped, moaning with satisfaction at how you tasted, how you felt against his face, thighs pressed against his cheeks. And with the innocent joy he always held for these intimate moments together, he wondered if you’d let him do this again for his birthday.
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Round 1
Propaganda Under Cut
Chi-Chi
I think the fandom has had a turnaround on her in recent years, so the Chi-chi abuse has abated quite a bit from what I've seen, but for the longest time your standard Goku/Vegeta fic included SOME manner of sidelining her HARD, if not outright villainizing her or killing her off for convenience. Fuck, I'm guilty of it, even. I've seen meta and fics that go on and on about how she's abusive or ignorant or a bad wife or an overnearing mother or useles, and seen episodes where she's put aside as a gag, the nagging wife of Goku. Poor Chi-chi...she is so great and pure-hearted and stong-willed and yeah she's a bit of a tiger-mom and her name is a pun for tiddies but she loves her family and kicks-ass and she was done so dirty by the franchise and the fans for so long I wanna marry her.
Being a victim of yaoi is just one of the many ways Chi-Chi gets fucked over by the fandom. She also gets degraded for being a nag (wanting her family to be safe and not fight) and stopping her son from reaching his full potential (not wanting her son, who is anywhere from 5 to 11 depending, to be killed in a big alien fight). In this case, though, she gets killed off, divorced, or otherwise fucked over so her husband Goku can bang local genocidal maniac and fandom babygirl Vegeta. Bulma (who is canonically Vegeta's love interest) gets some of this too, but Chi-Chi's treatment tends to be worse since the fandom hates her already.
She's the wife of the main character Goku who is poorly written and consistently presented as a domineering nag as part of that classic sidesplitting routine. The very creator of the manga himself has admitted he hates drawing her and only kept her around as a punishment to himself. Because she's a loud woman people will shove her aside and completely ignore her to ship Goku with his rival Vegeta (which does also involve neglecting Vegeta's wife Bulma but more people at least like Bulma as a character.) She is consistently demonized by the fandom and I have even seen some go so low as to as to ignore her so they can ship Frieza, one of the biggest and most obviously evil antagonists of the franchise, with Goku.
Every Supernatural Woman
Supernatural is so mean to women and committed to queerbaiting but it still gives Sam and Dean lovers to kill. The writers kill and villainize them and the fans get the few that remain
wincest and destiel shippers cannot handle the idea of their blorbos having a Woman THREATENING their SHIPS god FORBID
It literally used to be a running joke that if a female character got introduced you knew she was going to die soon because fans would react so negatively to her "stealing" one of the boys away from the big ship, whether it be destiel or wincest
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the villain in your story | part thirty eight
word count: 2.3k
FRIDAY NIGHT
"i can't believe we're already at the end of this trip.", you said, sitting down on the couch between jaemin and donghyuck.
"i feel like it was yesterday i almost peed myself in jaemin's car.", jeno joked, earning a laugh from everyone.
"shouldn't have fallen asleep after asking me to stop.", jaemin replied, sassily.
you nudged him with a chuckle, "that was mean. you should've woken him up."
"he brought it upon himself."
"you also should've let someone else drive."
"i was doing fine really, i had my coffee."
"your infamous poison? yeah, i heard about that. that's why i don't wanna try your kgb. your taste buds seems kind of messed up.", you teased.
"kgb tastes better than whatever you're drinking.", he retorted. seeing your perplexed look, he held his cup towards you and said, "try it."
you accepted the offer and took a sip of his drink, letting the beverage coat your tongue. it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. it was actually quite sweet. your brain suddenly wondered if he would taste like that if you kissed him. you shook your head slightly, trying to shake your thoughts away, "it's alright.", you commented, giving jaemin his cup back.
"what was your favorite activity this week?", jimin asked everyone as the attention of the room turned towards her.
"wakeboarding was great.", jeno answered.
"bike railing was cool too but yeah wakeboarding was just so refreshing.", donghyuck agreed.
"i can't believe y/n held on longer than any of us.", jeno said.
"i found my talent. i think i should become a professional wakeboarder.", you said proudly.
"now, don't get ahead of yourself. you stayed up twenty more seconds.", donghyuck brought you back to reality which made you turn towards him as you brought your hand into a fist and hit his arm playfully.
"personally, i loved the alpacas.", jimin said.
"oh my god, yes!! they were so cute and funny.", you exclaimed in excitement.
"that's because they loved you.", donghyuck rolled his eyes, his grudge against the animals still present.
"just say you're jealous you got spit on the most.", minjeong teased.
"they just have no taste.", donghyuck huffed.
"you're just bitter.", your pun gained a reaction from pretty much everyone, even donghyuck's offended expression turned into a 'i have to admit that was a good one' type of face.
"i loved tree climbing.", minjeong said, "too bad we couldn't do it all together it would've been pretty funny."
"next time.", jeno said, "we should do this again."
"definitely!", jimin agreed along with the rest of the group.
"what about you, jaemin? what did you like most?", donghyuck asked his friend, trying to hide his teasing tone.
"i liked our free day a lot.", jaemin answered, looking at you. somehow the gaze he gave you was different than the usual ones. this one made you want to lean into him as you were sure your ears were turning red and not from the alcohol. your friends looked at each other knowingly, trying to be discreet.
"it was nice, yeah, the place we visited were so breathtaking and the puppies! oh my god, the puppies! i swear there was one that looked just like jeno.", you said, trying to collect yourself from the overwhelming cuteness of the memories.
"at this point, he looks like so many dogs he became one.", donghyuck said.
"yah! i'll bite you for real.", jeno jokingly said, launching at donghyuck and tickling him. the commotion was so big that you had to scoot closer to jaemin, who put a protective arm around you in case you accidentally get hit by a hand or elbow.
they settled down after donghyuck admitted his defeat and you all continued talking about your trip, from all the funny moments to the ones that made you angry or sad and you somehow ended up in a much deeper conversations than you intended to. you all started talking about your love lives and you ended learning a little bit more personal stuff about everyone.
"i've never been broken up with so i don't really know how it feels.", jimin said in reaction to something donghyuck had said.
"never?", donghyuck exclaimed, eyes as big as they could get.
"you go queen! no one deserves you.", you said, pointing at your friend and blowing her a kiss. yes, you were a little tipsy.
"no but breaking up with someone isn't easy neither.", jimin said.
"yes, but let's be for real, being broken up with hurts more.", jeno retorted.
"depends, really.", minjeong said.
"okay, okay, what's the worse break up you've ever experience?", jimin asked.
jaemin and jeno immediately looked at each other, knowing what each other's answer was gonna be. you felt the air become a little heavier as the only people in the room that didn't know were jimin and minjeong.
"finding out she was cheating on me with my best friend after i find her half naked in his closet.", jaemin said, his throat dry.
"finding out she was cheating on me with my best friend after he found her half naked in my closet.", jeno said, earning a gasp from the two girls.
"shit, that's wild.", minjeong exclaimed as jimin stayed quiet, shocked by the revelation.
"yeah.", was the only thing you managed to say in order to not seem suspicious. you weren't supposed to know about this.
"what about you all?", jeno asked, trying to shift the conversation to not make everything awkward. they were far above it after all.
"girlie had me begging and sobbing while she was comforting me. most embarrassing moment of my life.", minjeong said as she shook her head, flashbacks of that particular memory appearing in her brain.
"she broke up with me via domino's.", donghyuck said with a little voice, so soft that you barely heard it.
"domino's??", you exclaimed, confused.
jeno was trying hard not to explode in laughter as jaemin hid his giant smile behind his hand.
"she had a pizza delivered to my house and it had pepperonis arranged to say 'we're done'."
"oh my god! no way!", you exclaimed, trying to not laugh, "that's...harsh."
"that's not even all of it.", jaemin said, encouraging donghyuck to continue the story.
"when i ask her for an explanation, like the pepperonis weren't enough, she told me 'i have to get the message through since all you pay attention to are your stupid video games and food'."
"oof.", you couldn't contain it anymore. you burst out laughing which made jaemin and jeno laugh along with you. jimin and minjeong were still trying to hide their laugh.
"it's alright, you can laugh too. honestly, i deserved it.", donghyuck said to the two girls who didn't hesitate to finally laugh.
"oh my god, that was unexpectedly funny.", you said, wiping your tears away.
"what about you, y/n?", jeno turned towards you after calming himself down.
"i didn't have any bad break ups really so far...but i did go out with a guy for a long time, so naturally we've talked about our future and it led to a discussion about marriage. he told me he wasn't a big fan of it and doesn't think he'd ever want to get married, which i understood, i don't really mind that. two years after our break up, he got engaged to his new girlfriend."
"ouch.", donghyuck exclaimed with a grimace.
"yeah, i know.", you sighed. jaemin grabbed your hand in comfort, intertwining your fingers and rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand. you sent him a thankful smile and leaned your head on his shoulder, "what is something you will never do again?"
"date men.", minjeong said with a disgusted face, "no offense.", she added looking at the three men present in the room.
"break up with a guy on the same day he learned his grandmother died.", jimin said.
"what?", you exclaimed as all of you looked at her in shock, "you did not!"
"i didn't know!", jimin replied with an exaggerated pained expression.
"i'd never make jaemin angry again.", donghyuck said, only half joking.
"yah.", jaemin said jokingly, in a warning tone.
"what? why? is he scary when he's mad?", you asked donghyuck before turning to jaemin, "are you scary?", you teased.
"he's really scary.", donghyuck said in a teasing tone.
"don't cross the line.", jaemin warned with a hint of a teasing tone.
"then tell us what you'd never do again then?", donghyuck asked jaemin.
"fall for the same girl as my friend.", jaemin sighed.
"i'm seconding that.", jeno said.
"damn, girlie traumatized the two of you.", minjeong said.
"she two timed us. complicated story.", jeno said, explaining what happened in a short monologue.
"damn, the audacity.", jimin said.
you nodded, agreeing with jimin's statement. all eyes turned to you, waiting for your answer to the question, "i would have to third what the guys said."
"what?", donghyuck exclaimed, "when was it? who was it? i want the tea!"
"it was a long time ago and it was a bit complicated. not as much as you two.", you started, addressing jeno and jaemin, "i just found out we liked the same guy so i backed out. it was hard to get over it but eventually i found someone else so..."
you continued talking all together, exchanging stories from your past and what you planned to do in the future. the conversations kept going until really late and you started to feel yourself doze off on jaemin's shoulder, "i think i'm gonna go to sleep, i'm really hammered right now.", you said, standing up, and letting go of jaemin's hand, which you didn't know you were still holding onto. you bid your goodnights to everyone before walking towards your room. you weren't drunk or anything you didn't drink enough for that but you were really tired, your body felt like it was floating and your eyelids were really heavy.
"wait up.", someone called behind you and you felt a hand slip in yours as jaemin appeared next to you.
"aren't you staying with the others?"
"i wanted to ask you something and i think i'm gonna go to bed after that as well."
you two entered your shared room, hand in hand, "what is it?", you asked as jaemin closed the door behind the two of you.
"when you liked the same guy as your friend, was it in high school?", his question made you freeze on the spot.
did he know?
"yeah.", you simply answered, trying to keep your cool.
"was it donghyuck?", his second question relieved you a little on one hand but confused you on the other.
you turned to face him with a face full of questions, "why are you so obsessed with donghyuck and i?", there was no hint of annoyance or disgust in your tone. it was rather playful and teasing, full of curiosity as well.
"i just want to make sure of something.", jaemin said, taking a step closer to you.
you didn't know what made you so confident suddenly, maybe you were too tired to put up a front and push your feelings away, "make sure of what?"
"that there's no competition.", he answered, taking another step closer to you.
the two of you were, now, chest to chest, you know what was going to happen if you asked the question that was burning your mind. in fact, you didn't have to ask it, you already know the answer but were you ready to hear it? that was another question for yourself and you didn't have the time, nor the energy to think about that right now.
"...for what?", the words left your mouth almost in a whisper, just for the two of you to hear.
jaemin brought his free hand to your cheek, lifting your face a little so he could look at into your eyes. one thing about jaemin that would never change was that he would never shy away from eyes contact, "for you."
"to answer your question, no it wasn't hyuck.", you contemplated a moment before adding, "actually, it was you.", for a moment, there was hint of hope in jaemin's eyes that reminded you that he wasn't supposed to look at you like that, and that guilt that was gone for a moment came back, "...but it was a long time ago, so i'm over it now. don't worry.", you forced yourself to smile softly, "goodnight, jaemin.", you stepped back and away from him to walk towards the bed.
jaemin grabbed your hand right back after you let go of it, pulling you back to facing him, "you're doing it again.", he whispered.
you dared to look up into his eyes, "doing what?", you asked in a small voice.
the few seconds it took him to answer you felt like he was digging deep into your soul. your eyes shyed away for a second as he said, "you're putting a wall between us. i don't know know if you're playing with me or not."
you licked your dry lips, biting on your lower one as if you were trying to hold yourself from saying something you'd regret later and finally looked back up at him. his eyes never left you. one of his hands was still holding onto yours as his other one made its way up to cup your cheek. your lips parted and your breath got caught in your throat once you felt his cold hand on your skin. it was like the two of you gravitated towards each other without knowing it. at some point, you became really aware of his warm breath of your lips. your first mistake was to glance down, you were mere millimeters apart, one move from either of you and you would know the feeling of his lips on yours. your second mistake was to actually lean in, it was like you couldn't stop yourself but you realized what you were doing quick enough to take a huge step back, saying, "i can't...i'm sorry."
you walked out of the room, and ran up the stairs into jimin and minjeong's room, leaving jaemin alone. the others were still drinking and talking, unaware of what just happened between the two.
damn guilt.
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summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?
a/n: that was so close
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kep1er Yujin please?
Fuck First, Study Second
Kinktober 2022 Week 1 - Uniform Sex
Kep1er's Choi Yujin x Male Reader Smut
4,838 words
Categories | sneakyboyfriend!Reader, student!Yujin, blowjob, easy access, riding, creampie, fingering, clothed sex, climbing houses (???) a pun at the end that's so fucking corny but it made me laugh so hard I had to include it
You might be asking, "Iz! You said you weren't gonna do Kinktober! What the fuck is this?"
Well here's my answer. I wanted to get back into writing and try out something new: consistency. Shocking, I know. Only in my version of Kinktober, it's done weekly instead of daily. So consider this my first ever Kinktober piece.
A pebble at her window wasn't enough to break Choi Yujin out of her study-induced trance. It was expected; once Yujin set her mind to revising—solving mathematical equations she once couldn't wrap her head around, or analyzing formulas that, with the last year of high school, have become excruciatingly difficult—there was no stopping her. And not even a large stone henge tossed at her room can snap her out of it.
So you have to resort to the classic Romeo type of surprise: climbing her house. Like some goddamned cliché desperado in chick flicks trying to impress the newbie girl. Or something like that.
If one were to put things into perspective, the comparison isn't far off. You are one of the best athletes at Kepler High. Despite the school being named after one of science's greatest role models and therefore focusing on the variant subjects of it, you had always leaned towards the basketball court. It's not that you were a hunk or anything. You are just infinitely better at sports rather than writing, which Yujin, being your polar opposite, excelled at. While she wrote essays and defense papers, you were out in the court playing with the rest of the varsity team.
So it isn't too difficult to cling to the thin pillar holding up the porch roof, and slither your way upwards like a snake. At least, not as difficult as it would be for kids who never exercise. In this situation in which they would normally be out of breath, you are still quite active, gripping the pillar like a koala to a branch. In the part where they would refuse to even climb a house, you are doing the opposite. That's probably why Yujin is a better student than you; she never gets into this type of trouble.
The lights of the first floor and every room in the second and last are shut, except Yujin's, despite the late time. She is studying for her finals the best she can, and being her boyfriend, you know she'd study her heart out till five. You think of how boring that must be as you try to lighten your steps on the roof to avoid the creaking, but of course there are still inevitable sounds. They are softer, though. Much softer than your cock is, the very thing that drove you to walk all the way to your girlfriend's house and give her a "present."
The darkness is the friend of your black sweater. You camouflage into the night naturally. You blend in so well that if her parents looked out the window to inspect the sounds, they'd think that they are being caused by another rowdy black cat. Praise yourself for thinking of wearing all black, and prepare another internal compliment to be able to walk across the thin edges to Yujin's window.
This is the part where you begin to get a little scared.
Climbing a house in the night is one thing, but crossing the edges lining the box-shaped building? That's another level that even your daredevil personality won't rank up to unless it's a matter of great importance that most likely won't happen out of the blue, like rescuing important documents or retrieving a cat lost in a fire.
You pause and consider your options. You can stop this and go home with blue balls and scraped knees, or you can continue doing this. However, the grass is greener on the downer side. One wrong move, it's going to be splattered red.
Think, dumbass, think.
Your decision is seen in the way you take a deep breath, holding on to the first window frame for balance, then step forward.
Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down—
Of course, you look down anyway.
Jesus fucking Christ, you curse, as you almost slip and fall off. The edges of your sneakers are barely holding on to the thin and short floor you're navigating. You swear that it isn't too high from the ground when you originally thought out the plan.
Going to Yujin's window, which is not far from the porch roof, is going to be harder than you thought. This is what horniness does to a motherfucker.
Press yourself against the outside wall of the house to calm yourself down. You can't bring yourself to close your eyes because you are afraid that putting your guard down will lead to scary consequences: Yujin's parents looking out from their own bedroom window and screaming their heads off, a neighbor spotting you climbing their house, or worse, some killjoy calling the police and erase any chances of you getting into a good college forever.
That's not going to happen. No, it won't. You will get to Yujin's window and get what you came for.
You are inching closer and closer to your beloved's bedroom, although your legs still tremble. You can't give up just now.
You are almost there. Just one more brave step. Just one more.
You are clinging to the wing-like structure of the mini window roof, comfortably setting your feet down on the table.
You are knocking on her window.
You are finally here.
Yujin is inside, lying on her bed with her stomach down and fingers pacing on the keyboard of the laptop she got for her nineteenth birthday. She is wearing a blue sweater, which you recognize as yours, and the plaid yellow skirt from school. It's late at night, yet she is still wide awake. Her bright eyes read the text material on her laptop screen, studying every detail and date there is that will be mentioned in the tests.
Knock your hand against the glass. She doesn't look up. Rap your knuckles four times a little more urgently, and she finally breaks out of her trance and directs her attention to her window.
At first, her eyes widen. She's suddenly afraid. Who is this guy? Why is he here? And why does he look—
But she recognizes your face after those few rapid-fire questions settle down. That is when her face changes to an expression of delight and shock. It remains on her as she leaps up from her bed and rushes to her window to open it.
"Oppa!" Yujin says. She's a smart girl; her tone is hushed to avoid her parents from waking up and she's carefully helping you inside to prevent you from (1) catching a cold and (2) looking stupid standing outside of her room. You step inside gladly. "What are you doing here?"
You hug her tightly. "Nice to see you too, Yujinie. Nice house," you add, although you've been here before a thousand times in the course of your three-year-old relationship, in secret and not.
She rolls her eyes. "Cute."
"Thanks, love."
"Don't love me," scolds Yujin, shoving you in the chest. She looks at her bedroom door fearfully to check if it's locked. It is; the circular contraption is shoved inwards. The fear in her heart still rages, though. "You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?"
"I've come to see my baby, of course," you say to her. Pinch her cheek to prove your innocence."I figured she would need a little help for her finals?"
That's a lie. Yujin never needs a tutor for studying, much less her boyfriend who is a dumbass at writing. She can understand anything after just a few moments of reading. So, she sees right through your falsehood, as if she were wearing 3D glasses that made everyone's words transparent.
She narrows her eyes at you. "That's not why," she informs you. "Tell me what you're really here for."
Choi Yujin is annoyance personified. She's crossed her arms over her sweater, scrunched her eyebrows at you, while tapping her shoe expectantly on the carpeted floor. She's very serious about her education, and if something distracts her from it purposely, she will find out why they dared to, whether they like it or not.
You really wanted this to be a little softer at first. Maybe some sweet foreplay then a nice pounding into Yujin's bed. But no, she's furious, and you are sexually frustrated. And when two very different people meet and try to interact with these slightly different emotions, the outcome usually isn't rainbows and sunshine.
"Well, for one, these fucking earmuffs—"
—Yujin gasps as you take her roughly by the waist by one hand, and grope her slim thighs with the other, urging them apart—
"—this pretty neck—"
—your teeth dig into Yujin's pale skin, evoking a gaspy moan out of her—
"—and this tight cunt."
With no warning whatsoever, your fingers swiftly slide themselves inside her, pushing aside her underwear. Yujin's knees buckle, and she has to hold on to your sides to keep herself standing. And even with your body to support her, she remains atremble.
As expected, Yujin is tight as ever. Your fingers have to spread and fight to even be able to fill her up. She shifts and whines as you do so, biting down on her lip to let the initial pleasure reap through her.
Her tension does not mean she doesn't like it though. Look down and Yujin is circling her hips onto your fingers, filling herself up again and again, while her moans that she is so desperate to keep quiet reach your ears in the form of rough, husky sounds. You rub your fingertips at the velvety tight walls and smirk when they are met with a rush of wetness.
Yujin lets out a series of whimpers. Closing her eyes, she makes a quivering sigh. "God, okay," she whispers. Inside, she's euphoric because of your busy fingers, but she is also wondering why the hell she's so weak for your touch. She's never been like this around her exes! "I-I'll give it to you. All of it. I needed a break anyway."
"Thanks, babe." You reward her by kissing her on the lips, and of course, by fucking her snatch harder. She is so utterly tight, it's actually delicious. Just looking at her thighs wrapped in her lengthy socks press together to bear the first impact of your initiation is like a taste of heaven. "I owe you one."
"You owe me a lot, actually," she corrects you breathily. She's constantly on her toes because of your finger-fucking. "Seriously, what were you thinking? If you wake him up, my dad can just elimimate you from the face of the—"
"Shhhh."
You start kissing Yujin like crazy. Her hips are constantly convulsing on your hand at the added sensation of your tongue lapping at her lips. The two of you are so wrapped up in each other, so drunk in one another's touch, that Yujin actually knocking into one of the autumn-themed wallpapers comes as a sobering surprise.
"Ow," says Yujin. "Let's take this to the bed, shall we? Can't have you fucking me against these walls."
Well, that's disappointing. "You can, actually," you propose, raising your eyebrows and quirking them at her. But you take away your fingers from inside her and let her push you to her bed. Your back lands on a soft cloud-like mattress, complete with fluffy pillows and a teddy bear, which you turn your gaze to. "Or did you just want me to see this teddy bear?"
The pink teddy bear sits beside you with stitched eyes and a threaded smile. You can't remember if you were the one who gifted it to her or if it was her mom.
Yujin rolls her eyes while she undoes your jeans. "Why the fuck would a teddy bear play such importance in me wishing to have sex the classic way?"
There she is again with her textbook way of speaking. It's endearing, sure, but sometimes you wonder if that's the result of too much studying. Sure, after prioritizing education, one comes out as smart and knowledgeable, but maybe they also get out of school unable to speak casually.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe you rub yourself off on it when I'm gone."
"Oppa!" Yujin is surprised at your obscenity, even if you are literally about to have sex with her. Not to mention your rock-hard cock standing freely now that your bottoms are unzipped. Her blush is deep and bright.
"What? Come on. We all have those needs, Yujin. Why do you think I climbed a house for you? Maybe... just maybe, you ride this teddy bear. Tell him all your wants and needs that can't be fulfilled because I'm away."
It's the usual teasing between you and Yujin, but then her blush gives away something else. Something that says there is some truth in your words. That she does do that when you're gone.
"Oh, don't tell me you actually—" You are cut off by your own moan due to Yujin jerking you off with her tiny hand.
"First of all, she's a she," Yujin informs you. She remains narrow-eyed as ever as she jacks you off, circling her tongue around your head. "Her name is Betty."
"Ooh, didn't know you went both ways, Yujinie. Not that I have a problem with it, you know. I always saw you and Seungyeon and thought there was something between the two of you."
"Learn to shut up sometimes, okay?"
Yujin returns eye for eye, or rather, mouth for mouth. She laps at the underside of your cock, knowing it's one of your most sensitive parts, and licks at it sharply with only the tip of her tongue. You gasp loudly in response. Remembering Yujin's parents are only two rooms away, you bite your lip to keep quiet.
Yujin kisses your cock all over, peppering it with her chapstick-glossed lips. She makes sure to observe your expressions the whole time, verifying if you like what she's doing or not. You quiver at her licking your balls, and you have to resist grabbing her by her dark hair and downing her on your dick. All the foreplay is making you feel too hot. Damn Yujin and her talented mouth. Damn her for being too pretty and too kind.
Yujin is not an inexperienced girl. She knows how to suck a mean dick, and it shows a lot. She rubs your balls and effortlessly takes in the whole of your shaft, alternating in between breathing through her nose and through her mouth to puff hot breath on your cock. Whenever your head knocks the back of her throat, you groan pleasurably. Your hips start jerking by themselves when Yujin deepthroats you. Like her pussy, her throat is slick and tight. It constricts around you like cuffs. If you were in charge of everything, you'd take the keys to those "cuffs" and swallow it so you can stay in Yujin's mouth forever.
The tip is her favorite part. She teases her tongue on the underside of the mushroom-shaped tip. Her eyelids flirtatiously flutter at you, innocently and teasingly, as if she doesn't know the impact of that almost subtle action.
One active lick almost makes you cum. "Oh fuck, Yujin!" you cry out. Her innocent face isn't pure enough to hide her smirk, or the evil desires in her eyes which she performs: downing your cock all in one go repeatedly, licking and lapping whenever her tongue can, and sucking your tip like it were a straw.
The precum is good enough juice. "You wanna cum on my face," Yujin asks you, showing the white on her tongue, "or would you rather my pussy instead?"
"Is that a trick question?"
"Hmph. Fine. Let me give you a sample.
"Do you want this?"
"Jesus Christ," you mutter, as Yujin's tongue dances on your cock yet again, rubbing the right spots and licking the best places.
"Or is this better?"
Suddenly, she straddles you. Her panties tugged sideways, she teases her pussy on your dick. Never letting it directly penetrate her, she simply rubs herself on the head, making it stimulate her hard clitoris and spread her pink outer lips. She purses her lips and lets out a soft "Mmm!"
"Shit... Yujin, just ride me."
She nods sympathetically, but not without confirming, "Final answer?"
"Yes. God, yes. Fuck!"
Your swear jar is almost as full as Yujin is. She sits down completely on your rod. It pierces her insides in the best way possible. It's hard to keep up her dominant façade when it's just so perfectly big inside her. The guise becomes slightly transparent because of her delicious hiss of pleasure, and the silent plead you almost hear leaving her lips.
Yujin is entrancing, in every way there is. Every move of hers, though calculated to bring pleasure to both sides, seems natural. Her mouth falls open slightly to the heavenly sensation of your penis rubbing at her sensitive spots. Her hips sway sideways, as if she were dancing instead of riding you, and sometimes they rotate. Each direction brings the same pleasure but at a different height. Yujin's wetness is simply lube for it all.
It's like a wet dream come true, when Yujin lifts herself in the air, leaving your head barely inside, then slams back down on you, filling herself up again. "Oh!" she exclaims, eyes wide. Her cunt seals around you strictly to keep you in place. "You're so big, oppa."
"And you're so fucking hot." Your mind is only filled with Yujin in her uniform mounting you again and again. The way her skirt bounces and so do her subtle tits through her sweater make you crazy. How can a girl be so perfect and be yours?
Yujin humps your cock at a velocity that isn't too fast, but isn't too slow either. It's the perfect pace to appreciate the snugness of her cunt, on your side. On Yujin's, it's to let your cock veins rub a certain place inside her. That need is so constantly met that her expression is orgasmic, even if it has barely started yet.
The routine of her hips and the jiggle of her thighs in the process are dizzying. Tight as she may be, she relaxes her walls enough to let the rest of you inside her. She lets out a shuddering sob once it has completely filled her up. Her voice sounds higher now, almost at the note she reaches that makes her choir's harmonies perfection. Little did her choir teacher know how much bigger her range actually is when your cock is around.
Her hole involuntarily tenses and releases around your dick. "Hmph... haaah. Does that feel good?"
You are unable to focus on what she's saying. Yujin's cunt leaking and quivering is distracting you from makimg a decent answer. Luckily, there's no need for you to answer in words. Just your red face is enough to make Yujin smile her signature wholesome grin that is the very thing that made you fall in love with her.
Yujin's grinding eventually makes her frustrated. Yes, it feels good, and it is very pleasurable foreplay. But she's already so wet. She doesn't have time for anything else.
Yujin clenches around you as tightly as she can and resorts to rough and fast riding. "Hngghaaah!" she squeals, gathering your shirt in fistful balls. "This... feels... so much better—!"
Yujin can't keep up her tough façade any more than you can maintain your indifferent one. There's too many parts about this whole thing that make yout desires as transparent as day. For one, there's the size difference between Yujin and your cock is incredibly arousing. You have no idea how such a tiny body can take so much energy into doing this. When she bounces on your stick like the bunny she is, her skirt flies up, and you catch a glimpse of how much your cock is stretching her. Even with how tight she squeezes, it manages to pierce through the strictness of her cunt and hit her cervix. For some this action is painful, but for Yujin, it's everything but.
And another thing that just contributes to the deliciousness of it all are Yujin's wails of delight.
"Yes yes yes, yes!" she screams loudly when you take her by the hips and start slamming her onto you. Exhaustion accents her bounce, but you hold it off by thrusting her onto you like a doll. "Keep fucking me, oppa! Keep fucking me so hard I can't walk properly to school!"
That statement turns you on even more. Yujin is someone that by now you are aware won't even take a joke about her learning. Hearing her make such a bold statement, to indirectly say that school isn't that important when you are around, works you up so much.
Yujin is as light as a feather. Her extracurricular dancing activities basically guarantee that. So it isn't a big problem for you to suddenly stand up, your hands still wrapped around her sides and hips still diligently pounding her, then switch the positions.
Yujin is now on the bed instead of you. From here, you can see her cute face contorted into an expression of bewildered pleasure. Her legs are splayed far apart so that you can see her tiny pussy, and how your cock is spreading it to its limits.
But you don't care if you are too big for her. You're here to do specifically what she said: to fuck her so hard her legs give out on the way to school.
Holding her legs high in the air, you fuck her cunt like an animal. In this missionary position, it feels deeper, and ten times better. Yujin still wants more though; she inches her delightful cunt closer to your approaching and exiting shaft just to feel it stab her leaking lips even more. Her screams are as loud as the sound of slapping.
"Fuck! Give it to me, oppa!" Yujin's falsetto pleads deafen your ears. But you still take her as hard as you can. Your hands squeeze and caress her thighs while you lean down to coax Yujin into a deep kiss in an attempt to hush her down. After all, her parents are still in the house. In a drunken trance, Yujin obliges happily. Somehow, the kiss amplifies the experience even more, especially with how delicious Yujin's mouth is and how good of a kisser she is.
Her beautiful bed is ruined with her juices. If the teddy bear sitting across you were alive, it would have been greatly traumatized. But these are all factors that you dismiss. Your mind is too wrapped around Yujin furiously making out with you. Even when you pull her closer by her thighs to shorten the path to her juicy cunt, her hands remain on the sides of your head. They also tug you closer so she can feel your tongue deliciously swiping at her jaw and mouth. What was supposed to be a deep French kiss to quiet her down became a series of laps and smooches on her cheeks and neck. They do the opposite of making her quiet. They make Yujin feral.
"Hmmmm, mmm!" Her broken hums are like subliminals designed to make you want her even more. And if they are, you're pretty sure they're working. "Fuck, I'm close... don't stop!"
Finally, that's one thing you are asked of that you can do excellently. If you can't help Yujin out with her exams, then you can simply assist her in her carnal needs.
She does the same, too, without realizing it. The reason why you keep blushing around her at school is not just because of her prettiness alone, but that cursed uniform. It's been a kink you've tried to hide for so long, but now you let it all out. Besides, the fantasies you've had of fucking her while she wears it have finally come true. Maybe the house climbing risk is worth something after all.
Sex with Yujin is not frequent, but it isn't so seldome either. So throughout the times you found in your days to make love to her, you learned how to bring her there. It's a simple method: although one would think to go faster, you must stay at the same pace, applying more force in your movements. Then, you have to tease your thumb over the glistening little pear above her slit, and rub it up and down. All this you do, bringing Yujin's legs together at your back as she tries to get you closer. Her screams are becoming more insatiable than ever.
As you count down the thrusts that will lead to her orgasm, you lean down and snarl at Yujin, asking her, "Come on, Yujinie, aren't you afraid your parents will hear me fucking you? And they'll come here and ask us what we're doing?"
Your face being too close flusters Yujin. It adds to the redness in her face from the rough sex. Wide half-moon eyes staring up into you, she fires you a smile that is so sweet and innocent in the midst of your clashing sexes, and says: "I don't fucking care. If you're too pussy to do it with them, then just tell me."
That stuns you. Yujin has never dared you like that before. She's too sweet and kind to even playfully make dark jokes like you do. But now, with her menacing but attractive smile blinding your eyes, you take that as an opportunity to show why she should never even think of doubting you. Definitely not in the thing you do best.
Yujin is a smart girl. You're not so bad yourself, so you know exactly what she's doing. She's doing all this to get what she wants, which is her own orgasm. She's purposely riling you up solely to reach her high.
You know that, but you find yourself devouring her neck nest. You find yourself drowning in her screams and the goddamned uniform she looks so hot in. You find yourself fucking her harder, forgetting the classic method or her stupid old parents, reaching under her sweatshirt and pinching her tiny sensitive nipples. Her scream is the equivalent of fresh cold water in a desert. Maybe it is the desert's blistering sun that has surreptitiously melted all common sense and logic melts from your mind the way it always does when you're screwing Yujin, but each time it still feels like heaven. No, not heaven—somewhere in between heaven and hell. As if you were crossing on thin ice with a large smile on your face.
Your groans drown out your thoughts and leave room only for Yujin. Who wouldn't be drowning in her right now? Just simply looking at her, seeing her own adorable smile is gone and that she's losing herself, too, is enough to make you submerge yourself in the sea of pillows again to kiss her. They drive loud yells out of her that increase in stuttering volume. You hear the most deafening one when your angry thrusts are attemped to be paused by her cunt suddenly contracting.
"F-fuck, Yujin!" Shove your hips upwards and slam her to the wall her bed stands beside, which is luckily filled with more pillows. "Since when did you get so naughty?"
"Hunghhh, I don't know. When..." Choi Yujin isn't able to finish her sentence. The straight-A schoolgirl everyone knows and loves has erupted in your arms with a final yelp. With her plaid skirt hiked up to her stomach, you can perfectly see how you creampied her so well. You let out more than you thought.
As pretty as the view of Yujin's creampied cunt is, you suddenly remember something. The panic begins to rise in you. "Yujin, are you—"
"No, I'm not."
"What?"
"I'm kidding, silly," she answers. Her smile is so full of sunshine that one can forget she joked about you unknowingly impregnating her. "Of course I took the pill. I even shaved for you."
A surge of relief reaches your nerve-filled shore. It is only now that you notice her hairless patch. But observing it just brings you another question:
"Wait, so you knew I was going to come here to fuck you all along?"
Yujin smiled up at you and raises both her hands up dismissively. "I don't know~ I guess you'll have to find that out for yourself."
You would have. You really would have thrown a thousand and one more questions at her just to investigate a clue to what her truthful answer may be. You would have teased her and pleaded her to tell you more. All those things will now only remain as "would"s due to Yujin's concerned father standing at the door of his daughter's room, whom he has just now discovered is not as good as he thought she was.
"Waaa! Dada, what are you doing here?" is the last thing that reaches your ears.
#kpop smut#clc#clc smut#kepler smut#kepler#kep1er#kep1er smut#choi yujin#choi yujin smut#yujin#yujin smut#male reader#reader insert#request#x reader
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"The great illusion of childhood is that adults have all the freedom and power. But the truth is the opposite: a child is freer than a king." / "There as a beautiful upside down truth, which is that these moments of purest strength look like weakness to those who don't know better."
While Callum still undeniably has arcs and growing up to do ahead of him, I think in a lot of ways this scene in 5x08 marks a definitive turning point in his coming-of-age arc. Fearing a lack of control in the fallout of S4, Callum sought out the Ocean arcanum because he thought it would give him more strength or control ("controlling the tides") or existing in opposition to domineering forces ("or fighting the currents"). And while there's still elements of that here (pun intended) as the revelation does let him shake Finnegrin off, there's also the uncomfortableness of the truth that mutually exists. The Ocean arcanum is about control yes, but about learning - deep down - what forces you're at the mercy of, and what may be controlling you, even if it's things you don't totally understand.
And thus we get Callum clasping his wrist like a chain, the same way he did upon being presented the rattle snake tail, because now he knows better than ever the depths he'll go to for his loved ones; for Rayla. That those depths are still unknown, but deep as the Ocean, to a sometimes worrying degree.
That the journey to knowing yourself is never truly over, and that's part of adulthood, too.
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Hey! So I saw your slugsign stuff a few days ago and it has caused some pretty serious brain rot (pun intended!).
I’m planning out a fun little comic where the scugs work together to rebuild moon (got the idea from a Reddit post) and I was wondering if you had any ideas for slugsign names for the main slugcats? (Arti,hunter,etc.)
Because yeah, I can just call Arti scav predator, but then it gets confusing after a while with all of them. I don’t see much reason to use name-signs like this in co-op because you’d just use “you” instead, so you probably don’t have any. But do you have any ideas for them? (Also, is there a sign for ‘friend’? Because I think the scugs calling Rivulet Moon friend would be adorable)
Ooh, this is a great question! Hope you don't mind that I showed it to Phen so we could brainstorm, lol. Also goes without saying that this comic concept goes INSANE and I'm so excited to see it.
In-lore, you can either use an existing word or some unique motion. Whether it's high (jumping/standing on toes for in-lore), middle (standing normally), or low (crouching) also matters, since it can indicate personality and how the scug presents themself. I'm going to be using existing words here for ease of interpretation.
^I should also note that in-lore, [me] is held while doing the other part of the name sign, using both arms at once. It's only sequential in-game cuz you can only use one arm.
- Gourmand is probably some variety of "I make food"; simply translated as [me][make](food). Make could be like, pressing your hands together in a pantomime of how Gourm crafts in-game. Likely a middle namesign, but low could work.
-it would be REALLY FUNNY if Arti's name was something like "I kill scavs", but a cooler alternative could be "I am a weapon", which would be signed [me][object](kill). Hers is a high namesign because of the kill motion.
-Spearmaster is a bit difficult to pin down.. maybe "I hunt with spears"? That'd be [me](predator)[object](kill), which is pretty long! Using a unique motion here could cut down the length.
-Rivulet could be [me](fast) ! If you want it more water related, an alternative is [me](rain). [Fast] is signed by pointing at a down diagonal, then up diagonal, and [rain] by doing rapid, tiny hops. Definitely a high namesign.
-For Saint, "I am peaceful" as [me](peace) is the obvious choice, but I feel like "I cycle", [me](cycle), is more befitting of their.. deal. Maybe they use both. You could actually do either a low or middle namesign.
-Conversational slugsign can get pretty hands-on, like with [you] involving patting the other person, so "friend" could be literally hugging the person in question! Hugging yourself is how you say "friend" in the abstract.
Building on that, Monk's name could be "I am a friend", signed [me][friend]. Also a middle namesign, but maybe low or high? depends on how you characterize Monk.
-Survivor's might be something like "I do not die" or "I persist", which could be translated in multiple ways.. [me][cycle][no](kill) is how that'd be signed, but that's long. Inventing a unique motion would be better here.
-I imagine Hunter's is simply [me](predator), literally "I am a predator/hunter". One of the few low namesigns.
I believe that's all the canon scugs! Ofc, you don't need to use these, just what came to mind.
I should also note that, for the longer ones, I'm using an as-of-yet unposted grammar system we've been working on! It's kinda complex, and we're still ironing out the kinks. Maybe I'll post abt it soon.
#ask#slugsign#obligatory talk tag#long post#Names are something we didn't expect to be so prevalent#good for worldbuilding though!
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𝓐𝓝 ~ For my 6666th post, I decided to compile an Angbang appreciation post to (hopefully) spread some joy and positivity for one of my favorite ships of all time. I tried my best to present the things that I love about Angbang in a broad and open manner, so that it encompasses all sorts of takes and welcomes as many fellow Angbangers as possible.
As I will also say at the end of this: You're cordially invited and welcome to share what you love about this ship and/or add aspects I haven't mentioned in this post. Just keep it positive!
Melkor. Ah Melkor, the man himself, the myth, the legend, a prime example for chaotic evil and our resident devil. Throughout the Silmarillion, as well as Tolkien's other writings, Melkor is busy hating pretty much everyone... except Mairon, it seems. He trusts him enough to let him run entire fortresses and taught him a lot of dark magic, which, as mundane as it may seem, is a lot more productive and friendly than Melkor has been to other people, including those who serve him. I - and I think many other Angbang shippers as well - love the idea that there is this one person in the world whom he actually likes and appreciates.
Mairon. The eponymous Lord of the Rings and general nuisance, enough to make Eru himself intervene twice, the Deceiver, professional pretty boy and peerless perfectionist. No other Maia has come close to causing as much drama, and something tells me Melkor will be proud once he hears about the Second and Third Age shenanigans. Mairon seems to hate everyone as well... except Melkor, with whom you could argue he might be a little obsessed. He's both frightening and hilarious and, for better or for worse, an icon both in-universe and outside.
Great ship name. Angbang is both a handy and memorable ship name and an amazing pun. It sure is a funny coincidence that my (to date) favorite ship all time also has my (maybe forever) favorite ship name of all time. And if that wasn't enough: If you take Morgoth x Sauron as the basis, their ship name is Moron which... yeah. No explanation needed. The stars aligned with this one.
Opposites attract. There are fundamental differences between Melkor and Mairon as characters, such as the chaos vs. order dynamic (as @maironite also pointed out), their goals - Melkor wanted to destroy while Mairon was more interested in getting things to run smoothly, though both were keen on enforcing their will - and their approach to handling situations they find themselves in - whereas Melkor is often impulsive, Mairon is more patient and calculating. You can also create an ice vs. fire dynamic, though they share the fire element (Melkor used to be the Vala of Fire and Ice and is still seen using these two elements a lot). It gives them some additional friction and spice to work with.
Similarities. Aside from their differences creating chemistry, Melkor and Mairon also share a few similarities and things they can bond over to balance whatever conflicts might arise. Both seem dissatisfied with the plans of Eru and the Valar, want to create whatever they wish to create without rules being imposed on them, have a questionable moral compass at best, like screwing people over and have obsessive tendencies (more on that later). I like to think that they can nerd out about about science and magic for hours, which likely became the foundation of their relationship in the first place, and that they also engaged in deep and challenging conversations that satisfied both of them in ways other conversation partners hadn't.
The Fall. We love fallen angels and a good corruption arc. Mairon's origins as a respected member of Aulë's household - who is still remembered for his skill despite his dark deeds - and moments where he could have potentially been redeemed are documented in the Silmarillion and the subject of many interesting discussions and fanworks. However, while less pronounced and presented as far less likely in the narrative, the same applies to Melkor. Even he started out as "good" and his motives, at least early on, are also understandable: He was dissatisfied with his inability to create freely and completely on his own. You could even say he's a bit of a failed artist which... is painfully relatable. As much pain and grief as both of them have caused, it's also tragic that they couldn't overcome their pride and choose a better path, for the sake of others as well as their own, and that Melkor ended up dragging Mairon down with him; both of them would have had the ability to do truly great things if this hadn't happened.
Philosophical aspects. To read Melkor and Mairon as a couple and their fates as a tragic love story creates interesting parallels with other star-crossed lovers in Tolkien's legendarium and raises fascinating philosophical questions. Can evil love? Can love be evil? Could love have been their road to redemption or was it - at least on Mairon's part - his doom? If I had to summarize my personal take on this, I would say that Melkor unwillingly corrupted love by genuinely being in love.
If you'd like to read a (more concise) take on this aspect which also touches on some other things mentioned in this post, I highly recommend this thread by @naruthandir.
There are just so many things you can read into this relationship and themes to explore, which I appreciate so much. It never gets boring and I always find new ideas to have fun with.
Power dynamics. Now, let me preface this by saying that I'm aware that some of you prefer it one way, some of you prefer it the other way, some see the Vala/Maia power imbalance as inherently unhealthy and like to take that as a central theme of their relationship and some prefer to interpret these two has having a fairly equal relationship. However, I'm not here to debate which take is "right" or "better", nor do I have any interest to. I think that, whichever way you choose, it's an interesting concept to play around with. Did you know that Estë used to be a Maia? I honestly think it would be cool if she still was, just to bridge the divide between Valar and Maiar a bit more. Nevertheless, I think we can all agree that especially Melkor isn't interested in what other Valar think is proper or appropriate and that Mairon, ambitious as he is, probably also likes having a Valarin partner/spouse. It's also interesting as a contrast to Melkor's usual arrogance and thinking that he's above everyone, and if you need something to prove that he wouldn't categorically say no to being with a Maia, look no further than his attempt at (forcibly) marrying Arien in other versions of the story.
Kink. Well, we've talked about power dynamics already, so let's not beat around the bush. We have some hot evil gay sex on our hands here. Super freaky too, if that's your thing. This ship is, in my opinion, excellent for BDSM and was what allowed me to discover and enjoy kink for the first time (though, again, none of this is a must if you prefer other takes). You can play with their existing power dynamic, subvert it, have them live out their sadistic urges, have them do elaborate roleplays, make use of all the creepiness and weirdness of the Ainur, particularly evil ones... they even have a convenient dungeon in their basement! There's so much good and sexy Angbang smut out there and I'd like to take a quick moment to thank everyone who wrote these fics that inspired and entertained me for years - and will do so for years to come.
Queerness. There are a lot of gay ships in the Tolkien fandom and fandom in general, but I still feel like it's important to mention this aspect. In fact, if you'd allow me to share something personal: Angbang was my first contact with queer content and, while this may seem strange considering that I am a woman, it also started my journey to discover my own queerness and I will forever appreciate that (I suppose it was "femboy" Mairon in particular alongside Melkor being a raging bisexual disaster - just my headcanon, not trying to push this on anyone - that finally allowed me to break out of compulsive heterosexuality and heteronormativity). I don't know if anyone had similar experiences with Angbang, but, well, I thought if I'm making an Angbang appreciation post, this might just be the time to include it.
Obsession. Melkor is obsessed with all things bright and beautiful, and this might very well include Mairon. As far as I'm aware, him being a fire spirit like Arien and the Balrogs are is fanon, but he's at the very least associated with fire in canon (on that note: kudos to whoever came up with the "little flame" nickname, it's so cute). Meanwhile, Mairon loves power and, as mentioned above, is obsessed with Melkor and his legacy enough to not only continue what they started, but also create a religion all about him. I like to think that both of them are also very jealous, which certainly ended up being the doom of a few innocent bystanders. They're just angry and evil and insane together and it's endlessly entertaining to me.
Tolkien's accidental "evidence". This could probably be its own post (which I might do in the future, though I'd do some additional research for it), and I want to make it clear that I'm not trying to "prove" to you that Angbang is canon or anything like that, I just find it funny when canon gives me tidbits that I can use for my "agenda". First of all, there's the infamous seduction line that has singlehandedly spawned countless fanfics and most likely raised a few eyebrows:
"In the beginning of Arda Melkor seduced [Mairon] to his allegiance (...)"
The Silmarillion
One of my personal favorites is also the fact that, in the Lay of Leithian, Mairon starts ranting about how cool Melkor is - after only briefly mentioning Lúthien - and gets mad at Beren and the others for not stanning his boyfriend master hard enough. To make sure everyone knows exactly how awesome Melkor is, he later made sure people pray to him and perform human sacrifices which, since even any positive effects it might have couldn't reach Melkor in the Void, was apparently just for shits and giggles and to troll some mortals. Now that is what I call commitment! There's also Melkor's trust in Mairon and his fire spirit kink, but I've mentioned that already.
Aesthetics. Spiky black armor is incredibly sexy. Then we have peak hell and hellfire aesthetics. We have crowns and rings. We have fallen angels and fire and ice, as mentioned above. And we have two incredibly hot (literally) angels kissing. You could make them fuck in an erupting volcano. It's just... yes.
To conclude: We love villains, we love dark lords, evil is fun!
What I discussed in this post is pretty much just everything I could think of, with my friends and fellow shippers giving me a few additional keywords to mention, so there's definitely more. I hope this post made some of you appreciate this ship as well, maybe sparked or rekindled some love for it, and I invite you to add on and/or share what you love about Angbang.
However: I'm going to have to politely and respectfully ask you to remember that this is an appreciation and positivity post, so I don't want to see any negativity, complaints about the way other people enjoy this ship differently or shade. Time and place. Alright? Alright.
Love you!
"Whom do ye serve, Light or Mirk?
Who is the maker of mightiest work?
Who is the king of earthly kings,
the greatest giver of gold and rings?
Who is the master of the wide earth?
Who despoiled them of their mirth,
the vain Valar? Repeat your vows,
Orcs of Bauglir! Do not bend your brows.
Death to light, to law, to love;
cursed be moon and stars above;
may darkness everlasting old
that waits outside in surges cold
drown Manwë, Varda and the sun;
may all is hatred be begun
and all in evil ended be
in the moaning of the endless Sea!"
Lay of Leithian, Canto VIII
#angbang#melkor#morgoth#sauron#mairon#melkor x mairon#angbang appreciation#ainur#silmarillion#tolkien#cílil speaks#i love them
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Hi hi ok I'm not the same anon, just someone else whos slightly too infatuated with Mr. Cobblepot, especially from BTAS. If you're still taking requests, can I get something with him? Dealer's choice, or I'm sure I can come up with a prompt. Thanks so much!
Yelllo! I actually wrote this a while back but I don’t believe I ever published it, so, have this gem!
Warnings: none really, minor alcohol mention, it’s a Christmas party with the rogues
Info: Btas!Oswald Cobblepot x GN(masc leaning)!reader (no gender is explicitly mentioned, but it is slightly implied in like one sentence)
“So, [Name].”
“So, Edward.” you replied, continuing to pour mugs of warm Apple Cider Moonshine. Glancing up for a fleeting moment, you were surprised to see the two green themed heros leaning on the counter, Ivy with her signature smirk, and Riddler smiling like the Cheshire cat. With a sigh, you lowered the pitcher and raised an eyebrow.
“What do you think about Pengy? Think he’s cute?” Isley purred, fully leaning against the counter and walking her fingers up your chest to boop your nose. For a lesbian, she tended to flirt with men plenty, it just seemed to be in her nature, you suppose (pun not intended).
“You know how I feel, Ivy.” you shook your head, lips unwillingly smiling at the mention of the bird-based villain. “He's sweet, cute, unbelievably polite.” Another sigh, this one an odd mix of listful and discouraged. “And way, way, out of my league.”
“Mhmhm.” Edward hummed, waving his hand dismissively at the idea. “Yes- but would you kiss him?”
“No, Edward, I wouldn't,” you drawled on sarcastically as you started to fill the last two mugs, “of course I would! I’d do it in a heartbeat. But he doesn't like me like that, Eddie.”
They shared a look, before slinking out of the kitchen without another word. You sighed, shaking your head as you poured the last mug. “Bane! Mind leadin’ me a hand in here?”
Once everyone had gotten their drinks, some with alcoholic hot cocoa, others with your Apple Cider Moonshine, and Freeze with his eggnog, the festivities had officially started. Edward had a Christmas based trivia game, Harley and Ivy with karaoke, along with several various board games and movies in the background. It was going.. amazing, surprisingly. Jervis and Jonathan hadn't fought once, Harley didn't do a single prank, and Bane didn't break anything by accident.
The night was going great, and now it was time for presents.
“Mine first!” Harley chirped, jumping up before anyone else could. “Or- Emmett's first, technically, but it's from me!” She downright leaped over Jon and Freeze to reach the tree, grabbing a small black box with a red ribbon keeping it closed. Rushing back to the group, she dropped it on your lap with a beaming smile.
“I’m.. Very worried about this.” you murmured, taking a nervous glance at Oswald who was beside you. After everyone else took their seats before him, he was forced to sit next to you, which you far from minded. “This.. This better not be a glitter bomb Harls, because if it is-”
“Just open it!”
“Okay-! Okay.” you sighed, Harley backing away which made your eyebrows raise. “Ozzie, if I go down, will you go down with me?” your words were joking, but nonetheless the less Oswald took them to heart.
“Of course, my dear owl, if you are coated in glitter, I will be too.” He grinned, scooting closer so the box was between you both. One more glance at Harley, and you tugged off the ribbon.
There was a flash of white, before something leaped from the box like a jack-in-the-box, the ‘jack’ now a couple inches above your head, between you and Oswald. you blinked, a bit bewildered, turning to glare at the clown. “Really?” It wasn't angry, more so just confused and a bit annoyed. “Better than last year's glitter bomb…”
“Look up.” Harley giggled, pointing to the jack. Oswald and you did it at the same time, and your eyes widened at the round, tear shaped leaves, and white berries.
Mistletoe.
You both looked at eachother, eyes wide and face steadying turning more red.
“Well?” Ed called from the beanbag he was sharing with Harley, grinning, “what are you waiting for?”
“Oh- I- Oswald, you don't-”
“Dear if you don't want to kiss-”
Silence, both of you staring as realization seemed to kick in. You both wanted to kiss each other, but simply just.. thought the other one didn't. That by itself was a revelation, but right now you had seven of your shared friends watching with bated breaths. you knew better than to keep them waiting, too.
In one swift movement, you ducked down and pressed your lips to Oswald’s. He squawked in surprise, but just as your companions started to cheer, he was kissing back with his hands cupping your hips. Oh, both of you were inexperienced, and the kiss was awkward, but you didn't care and neither did Oz.
You pulled away, face red both from everyone’s collective cheering that their plan had worked and from the kiss, and smiled.
“Merry Christmas, Ozzie.”
#might have some I’s me’s or us’s in there#I wrote it in first person originally#btas oswald cobblepot#oswald cobblepot x reader#oswald cobblepot#btas penguin#penguin x reader
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Good Stuff: Orion and the Dark
You know? I remember playing Pajama Sam 1 many moons ago and to this day I find it lovely to play. Great characters, incredible artwork, the differing routes each playthrough which I didn't even realize until then, and the ending which really stuck with me. That what was kept me anticipating Orion and the Dark, as I felt it was that spiritual successor I never knew I wanted. It sucks that Dreamworks dropped this onto streaming like it was nothing, not even on the site they own no less, but I genuinely looked forward to this and that's what matters. Now that it's out, let it be known I can't believe this will be the first Charlie Kaufman film for me. Just saying, any interest in his previous movies is gonna feel like whiplash.
Just imagining some kid loving Orion & is eventually in awe for a movie called I'm Thinking of Ending Things
To truly start this review, this might be the best kino non-Pixar Pixar movie Dreamsworks ever made. I didn't think of it having the whole "what if X had feelings" factor until now but I actually like that they take it not only in a reasonable direction, but twists the dynamic in a way Pixar honestly hasn't done since... Toy Story 4 I guess? No spoilers, but I enjoyed that Darkness and his entity friends have their insecurities, this is before they all met Orion, and they take that in a very great if offputting direction. Plus I love that they were able to personify these elements I didn't actually think about when it came to night time. They also present the biggest problem with the movie and that's the lack of real camaraderie with the entities and Orion. You enjoy the friendship between the boy and Darkness, but they streamline the bond Orion has with the others and that really makes the story hit or miss depending on if you grow to care about them. I brought up Pixar and yeah, while they have their great individual moments they don't have the same effectiveness dynamic wise as the emotions from Inside Out. Also small nitpick, but I didn't like that Dark's name is "Dark" and not "Darkness"; doesn't roll of the tongue, you know?
Plus we didn't get Orion and Dark playing Cheese & Crackers like missed opportunity of the year
Now again, this is my first Charlie Kaufman film, but I was familiar with his writing style and I gotta say I loved what he does with the structure of the story. It's a story within a story where as soon as the curtain is pulled, I was fully hooked. I love how Orion essentially helps himself overcome some of his fears both thanks to unexpected but welcomed help and developing his own confidence. It was clever how when you put a face on a fear, that fear slowly fades but the film shows that it's not something capable of a cure. Orion's neuroses dilate thanks to this adventure, he probably wouldn't have lived to tell it if otherwise, but it presents that growing up doesn't mean everything will work out perfectly or immediately. Does it do a lot to get to that point? Yes, but I felt the risks paid off in a way I don't think I've seen before in a story like this. I know as a kid I didn't have constant paralyzing premonitions regarding the worse outcomes imaginable like Orion, but on some level I remember what it's like and how it'll still fester your mind as you get older. This film, pun unintended, gets dark on a personal level and will probably stick with me long after watching it.
Can't say this scene broke me, but damn did it get close
Orion and the Dark impressed me as something thought-provoking, that does a lot more than being another adapted storybook. Is it an insanely masterful modern Dreamworks movie like Puss in Boots 2? No, even with its great subversions the movie doesn't juggle everything as well as I hoped. Then again, I highly appreciate that this was a risky movie Dreamworks was willing to release, that got both Kaufman and Werner Herzog of all people on board, as opposed to shelving it like some companies I know. A movie that doesn't spell everything out, that gets to be a family movie not constantly upbeat but colorful and optimistic in all the right ways. Orion deserves a chance where I think everyone will have interesting takeaways even if it won't be their favorite Dreamworks film in recent years. I'm overall glad I saw it and kinda want to see it again soon for missed details.
4 Out Of 5; The night truly shined with this one.
#orion and the dark#animation#movies#dreamworks animation#dreamworks#Netflix#cartoons#reviews#Good Stuff
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Hitagi Crab - An Analysis
Let’s start with Oshino’s story about the boy who sold his shadow. It’s present in the anime only as text flashing on screen at the start of the episode, which feels like the kind of thing you do not when something is unimportant, but rather when it takes up too much space to fit in the anime adaptation.
I think it’s a good jumping-off point, though.
To summarize, the boy sells his shadow to a strange old woman for ten pieces of gold. This is already strange, raising the question of what value we place on something as unimportant yet natural as one’s shadow. Losing the shadow doesn’t inconvenience the boy in any way – the problem arises when he returns home and the townspeople find his lack of a shadow to be creepy. As Oshino puts it, what the boy sold wasn’t just his shadow, but “what ought to be”.
The shadow itself is nothing, the reflection of an absence.
The parallel to Senjougahara is clear. While her weightlessness inconveniences her directly in some ways, by far the biggest is the social consequences – or rather, what she does to ensure that there are no social consequences. In order to live a normal life with her condition she must ensure that nobody gets close enough to her – literally, physically close to her – in order to find out.
The school setting is interesting in this respect. There’s a certain mandated closeness between students, but an equally mandated distance, like the arrangement of seats in a classroom. Senjougahara isn’t bullied or shunned, but nor is she approached.
She didn’t simply lose her weight, she also lost her presence, becoming “ethereal”, like she isn’t there at all.
This, however, is a deliberately maintained act. She reads books during class as if “building walls around herself”. She uses stationery to fend Araragi off. She builds a shell around herself, like a crab, and then uses her claws to snip at anyone who gets close.
Let’s talk about misconceptions. This is a theme that’s present early on, when Senjougahara refers to herself as a tsundere, implying that her cold persona will be pulled back to reveal a loving attitude. (Araragi doubts this.)
Many things are revealed about her, in this story.
Take, for example, how long she spends changing, Araragi assuming that she’s showing off when in fact she genuinely isn’t that good with wearing clothes. She hides the surgery scar on her back by giving him the full frontal view.
Acting tough in the cram school, an environment that poses real danger to her. Being reluctant to trust Oshino after already being fooled five times.
At every turn, what Araragi takes to be rudeness or arrogance is bravado, trying to distract from and cover up old wounds.
Perhaps his most significant misconception is that she’s already given up, “resigned herself” to a life of weightlessness. But why see five different con-men about it – why trust Araragi, despite being willing to cause significant injury in order to make him go away a minute ago? Part of it is witnessing his vampiric healing (and the self-sacrificial nature it represents), of course, but even so some part of her still wants to believe she can be cured. She only half-trusts Oshino, but put the other way around, that still means she’s giving him half of her trust.
Because – and this is the root of it all – Senjougahara wants to hold on to something.
Now is probably a good time to bring up oddities. It’s not particularly original to point out that they serve as physical manifestations of a person’s specific mental and emotional issues. Their very existence is questionable, a “trick of perspective”, the reflection of an absence. The important bit here is that their existence is also metaphorical, a sort of pun-as-narrative, as you can see with the Weight Crab’s name also being interpreted as ‘Emotion God’.
The Weight Crab does not only take away Senjougahara’s weight, but also her emotions, her memories, and crucially her ties to other people, snipping them up with its great big claws.
To link back to what we were talking about earlier, the reason why she distances herself from others isn’t really to hide her weightlessness. The deeper cause, the reason why the Weight Crab visited her in the first place, was to repress her trauma, to lighten her burden, to make it easier to go on without being bothered by her connections to others.
She lives a kind of ethereal half-life, untroubled by her poor relationship with her mother and the memories of nearly being raped, but equally troubled by her lack of feeling towards them, unable to properly move on.
All the bells and whistles that Oshino sets up - the priest outfit, the ritual site, the ‘purified clothing’ – exist simply to get her in the right mindset. He isn’t helping her; he helps her help herself. She is the one that must make a genuine request of the Weight Crab, to truly want to confront her own trauma.
She addresses Oshino more formally, more hesitantly than she does Araragi. I think she’s scared, a little bit. Scared that Oshino won’t want to help her. Scared that he will want to, and end up being another scammer.
But it’s interesting that she treats Araragi that casually in the first place, isn’t it? He’s someone who caught her without a second thought, someone who keeps running after her despite all her snipping. Someone that’s quick enough to respond to her biting humour, but not quite quick enough at picking up all the things she’s hiding beneath its surface.
She needed someone like Araragi to get her there in the first place. Oshino, for all his knowledge, wouldn’t have cared enough.
That’s part of why I find it such a moving line when she tells him that she can do it herself. Talking to Oshino, she means, but the same tone is also there when she begs Oshino to let her try and talk to the Weight Crab again. Despite everything, she really did want to hold onto those emotions, and was brave enough to try and reclaim them on her own.
At the end of this story, Araragi realises that Senjougahara might actually be a tsundere. What this means in practice is that despite how bluntly she is capable of delivering a vicious joke, she is equally capable of bluntly delivering a heartfelt thanks, shifting from irony to sincerity in an instant in a way that catches Araragi off-guard.
She’s more vulnerable than she first appears, but she’s also brave enough to confront that part of herself. Nothing will change, Oshino says, pointing out that her relationship with her mother will still be poor, her family will not come back together.
But it’s not as if everything will stay the same, either, she responds. In overcoming the crab, she also formed a new relationship with Araragi. The world keeps turning.
I am reminded of the imagery from her opening, staplers drawing lines across a grey cityscape. Slowly, surely, one step at a time, they create their own paths.
I don’t have an epilogue or a punchline (this time round, at least), but I’ll give a quick explanation of my plans here. Basically, I’m going to be reading the light novel version of each Monogatari arc followed immediately by the anime adaptation, and then writing up an essay on my thoughts for each one. This is sort of like what I’ve already done with Fate/Stay Night (and I’ll try to keep moving those posts over here while I’m doing this) so I’m sure this is going to end up increasing in scope and effort the longer I carry on.
Anyway, next time I’ll be writing about- well, I guess you already know, huh. That’s gonna take some getting used to.
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As I have been reblogging and looking back at Sleeping Beauty stuff around the Internet, I realized the thing that is bothering me a bit... When it comes to the you know "original" format of Sleeping Beauty.
Everywhere on the Internet you have these posts and videos and whatnot about "The dark truth behind Sleeping Beauty" or "The Horrifying Origins of Sleeping Beauty!", and they all refer to the fact that in the "original" version of the tale, she got raped in her sleep. This is the "dark fact" everybody LOVES to spread around and talk about. Except... Except the version they refer to is Basile's "Sun, Moon and Thalia".
Why does that matter? I'll explain.
Everybody depicts "Sun, Moon and Thalia" as this sort of dark, horrifying tale of a grim and gruesome crime. They will have in their video a dark background, and creepy illustrations, and they will take an ominous horror movie voice and whatnot.
But there's a big problem with that. Basile's stories were all except serious. They were humoristic tales. Or more precisely, they were farcical stories. Farces. There's a reason its "twin compilation", Straparola's fairytale collection, is called "Facetious Nights". So the very idea of presenting these stories as if they were meant to be taken seriously is completely misreading the story's tone. Yes there was a rape - but if you extract this from the entire context and storytelling, you make this tale sound like something it is absolutely not.
"Sun, Moon and Thalia" is not meant to be a horror story. It was not meant to be read as "serious" story. It has nothing to do with either the Grimm or Perrault fairytales. The entirety of the "Pentamerone" is basically a folk-sex comedy. If such a thing can exist.
Every fairytale of the Pentamerone is opened by a small recap of the story announcing what it will be about - and already from the get-go the very two lines opening this recap give the humoristic nature of the tale away. "Thalia dies because of a splinter". I mean come on - the joke is obvious. A girl gets a splinter, she dies. And if this wasn't enough the rest of the sentence can be translated as following: "she is left in a room where the son of the king penetrates and makes her two children". The choice of the word "penetrate" is to highlight the pun in the original line where the prince entering Thalia's bedroom and the prince entering Thalia's body is resumed in one same verb.
For more breakdown of the jokes of the story, see below the cut:
As I said before from the get-go the "curse" is treated as a joke. You have this king that summons scholars to make his daughter's horoscope, right? And what does it say. "She is in great danger... BECAUSE OF A SPLINTER!". This is literaly the killer rabbit of the Monty Pythons.
In this story, what does the little old woman that offered the princess the spindle does, once the princess falls dead? (Because she is dead in this version, a magical death, but dead still). Does she warns everybody and cries for help as in Perrault's version? No! "She was quick to find back the stairs [from which she came in]" and she runs as fast away as she can without warning everybody, because she's not going to get into trouble because of some random girl that wanted to see how to spin.
The whole arrival of the prince is very, VERY unprincely and part of the joke. (Well it is a king here but I'm going to call him "prince" so as to not lose people). So he is hunting, right, and his hunting falcon enters the countryside building in which the king locked up his daughter's corpse. The prince wants to get back his bird, so he knocks - because he believes the house is inhabited. And since nobody answers and he REALLY wants his bird back, he fetches a ladder and is forced to climb up a window like a vulgar thief. And he is royalty, remember.
What is the prince's first interaction with the dead Thalia? Believing she is asleep, he starts talking to her. And since she doesn't answer he kind of shakes her around in trying to wake her up. And then suddenly, realizing she kind of looks good (an that she is visibly not alive anymore), he "does his little business" and promptly puts her back where he found her and leaves. Because he is, like most men in the Pentamerone a stupid horny dog without much morals that has the most sudden and bizarre bursts of sexual desire. Cause again the Pentamerone is a sex comedy.
In fact, in the story of "Sun, Moon and Thalia", the prince is MEANT to come off as quite stupid. He is stupid. First off he didn't get that Thalia was dead when he saw her. Then, as soon as he leaves the funeral-house, it is said he "forgot all about this adventure". Like literaly, he forgets all about it - and only suddenly remembers it randomly when Thalia wakes up. (The narration itself highlights the randomness of the events - the fact the prince remembers Thalia is random and for no reason, and in the same way there are two fairies that randomly appear out of nowhere to take care of the two babies and we are never explained anything about them - they even frighten poor awakened Thalia because she doesn't know who brings her magically food every day). When he sees back Thalia, he is all joyful and happy and he is like "Let's start a family! I'm a dad, woohoo!" ; and then the narration drops the bomb that nothing had foreshadowed: "Now, his wife was waiting for him back at the palace." The randomness of dropping the fact he has a wife is meant to be the joke, since we were led to believe he was a bachelor. But given the prince's tendency to forgetfulness it is very likely that he simply forgot he had a wife.
More of the prince's obvious stupidity and air-headedness. On one side how he betrays Thalia and her children's names to his wife - because he just can't stop repeating and singing their names out loud, day and night, even when eating or sleeping, due to how silly-happy he is. On the other, the reason why he is absent while his wife tortures Thalia: he got angry at a comment of hers, and because he was furious, he literaly had to go to ANOTHER LAND just to vent his anger. Literaly, he leaves his palace and moves to another of his domain just because he got pissy. And why did he get pissy? Because his wife kept ironically singing to him "Eat, because what you eat belongs to you" when she served him his "children" - and the stupid prince, unable to understand what she meant, literaly answers "Of course it belongs to me: I'm the bread-winner of the family, while you're doing nothing and bringing nothing to the house". [Which by the way, highlights the fact that in this couple, the wife is depicted as profiting off the king's wealth and power].
Speaking of the dinner around the fake "children": this meal is another sex joke. Because the two of them, the wife and husband, are "panting with desire" around the dishes, and keep singing stuff like "Oh that's good, oh that's good!" and "Come on, eat, come on eat!" making it all an erotic scene. A ridiculous, grotesque, perverse erotic scene around what one character believes to be a cannibalistic meal, while the other just very loudly appreciates good meat.
When the queen tries to have Thalia killed, Thalia tries to defend herself by the fact she didn't know of the queen's existence, and that any sexual thing that happened between her and the prince was in her sleep - which the queen of course does not believe because of how ridiculous it all seems. I mean you catch who you believe is your husband's lasting extra-marital mistress and what is her excuse? "Oh no you see, he made me my kids when I was asleep. Well kind of dead. I didn't know. No he did not wake me up. I didn't wake up either when the kids were born. I'm a really deep sleeper. And it was because of a splinter you see..." Literaly, imagine yourself in the place of the jealous queen hearing all that.
Thalia gains time on her execution by asking the permission to remove her clothes, and the queen accepts, but as a joke she accepts out of greed because she literaly wants to take back Thalia's dress and jewels for herself. And each time Thalia removes a piece of her clothes, she screams. She screams in hope of alerting the prince. But since the prince is far away, he doesn't hear until the very last scream. Meaning that Thalia literaly strips herself in front of the queen, while screaming every time she takes off a piece of clothing, to visibly no effect (which must leave the poor queen quite confused), and it is only when Thalia gets naked and pushes the final scream that the prince suddenly arrive. You can imagine Thalia going: "FINALLY! I've been screaming for hours now!" (especially when you consider how much pieces of clothing princesses wore at the time).
Literaly one of the threats the prince gives to his wife is "Get ready to go fatten up the broccolli". As a metaphor for being dead and buried underground. Tip-top manly threat. In fact the prince is here quite proficient in ridiculous poetic metaphors: when the cook reveals he saved his children, the prince says "Get ready to move out of the small kitchen of my castle to the vast kitchen of my heart."
And of course the final "moral" of the story is also part of the entire farcical joke that is this story. "People who are lucky receive good fortune, even in their sleep". You literaly have a girl who is randomly raped in her sleep and gives birth to children in her dead-sleep, and then is almost murdered by the rapist' wife... And THAT'S the moral of the story? If you take it all literaly, then you are a fool. Or at least Basile would have called you a fool.
Again, people tend to forget that when it comes to literary fairytales (but also a lot of folk-fairytales) there is a TONE that is important. It is the brothers Grimm and other collectors after them that imposed the idea that fairytales were meant to be read "seriously". A lot, LOT of fairytales were originally humoristic - even going into dark humor or sex comedy. And whenever you go by Straparola or Basile, you HAVE to look at them under the angle of a joke or humor, and search for the puns and caricatures and ridiculousness within these tales. Because these books were meant to be read as such. They are like Rabelais' Gargantua or Shakespeare's comedies. You can of course reinterpret them as "serious" tales... But it won't remove the fact the original was humoristic.
#sleeping beauty#dark fairytale#thalia the sun and the moon#sun moon and thalia#thalia sun and moon#basile#pentamerone#italian fairytales#fairytale history#humoristic fairytale#sex jokes#sexuality in fairytales
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Arianrhod's One-Year Anniversary;
Burning Update
Today marks the one-year anniversary since I published Arianrhod, my first Three Houses fanfic - and the first piece of fanfiction that I'd written and published in over a decade (and my first fic on AO3, and...well, there are some other firsts with this too, but I won't keep belaboring the point, lol. Suffice it to say that it was kind of a big step for me).
Arianrhod is a oneshot, fill-in-the-gaps, but mildly canon-divergent scenario that contends with what I still regard as the greatest failing in Crimson Flower's writing. In it, rather than quietly going along with Edelgard's coverup like she does in the game, Byleth instead makes a reckless (if well-intentioned) attempt to goad Edelgard into addressing the horrific devastation in the wake of Arianrhod's destruction.
On the one hand, I do see the game's treatment of Arianrhod as a terrible problem in Crimson Flower's incredible but also very sloppy writing. But on the other hand, I also perceive it as evidence of some fascinating flaws in Edelgard's character (which are consistent with her characterization throughout the game otherwise). I think that Edelgard's handling of Arianrhod is emblematic (lol) of her tendency to try to skip over processes of grieving, even in the face of catastrophic circumstances and personal tragedy. She's so fixated on achieving her goals and seeing the war through to its end that she's often completely single-minded in her pursuit, even in the face of actual human suffering...which is understandable, given all that she's endured and experienced, but which is also a mistake. She's a complex, flawed woman (which I love about her); but, critically, she's also someone who actively wants for the people around her to call her out when she makes bad decisions. It's for this reason that I decided to "correct" the game's mishandling of Arianrhod not by dismissing its canonicity, but by holding Edelgard accountable (via Byleth) and making her do some important self-reflective work. As such, the fic is largely focused on themes of guilt and culpability - and not just Edelgard's, but Byleth's as well (as she is not off the hook here, and does not let herself off the hook either).
My mental health was at an all-time low when I wrote and posted Arianrhod, which is reflected in the story's subject matter and preoccupations. Periodically, when I look back at it now, there are regrets that I have with it...things that I would do differently, other decisions that I would make if I were writing it in the present. But I have no intention of ever revising or changing it. The story is very much an artifact of that moment in my life, and I want it to stay that way.
Arianrhod then served as the foundation for Burning, my ongoing post-Crimson Flower, multi-chapter fic.
Poor Burning got put on the back-burner (lol again - sorry y'all, I have covid right now and my judgment where puns are concerned is not great) while I got completely derailed with that long-ass Haunting of Bly Manor essay that I posted last week. But now that that's off my plate, Chapter 5 of Burning is my priority again. I currently have 2,800 words on it, so I swear that part of it does, indeed, exist and that I have not forgotten or abandoned it. (I'll confess, however, that I have not ruled out the possibility of writing some Bly fic at some point. But idk if that will happen or not, don't hold me to it).
So...more Edeleth to come (eventually).
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Personal Headcanons (UnderTale AUs Edition!)
(Part 1/?)
UnderTale, UnderFell and Underswap!!
Tis my personal headcanons of the skeleton brothers! I hope you like my interpretations of these wacky skele dudes!
UNDERTALE:
SANS
Ultimate Pun Master
The Sans-ational Sans
A very humerus comedian
One depressed mf
Very distrustful of anyone outside of his circle of friends and acquaintances
Closed off and introverted but can be extroverted in certain situations
I feel like he's not really someone interested in romance??
If he did have a romantic interest, he would definitely figure out his feelings very quickly but won't act upon them
Papyrus is his #1 Top Priority
Sorry fangirls but papy more important than you :[
Chugs the shit out of straight, black coffee
Naps a lot but is very hyper aware of his surroundings
A light sleeper. Often wakes up at night, def has insomnia.
Bottles up his feelings a lot until someone makes him snap
Very traumatized from the resets which in turn makes him have a very pessimistic view of the world and how he interacts with humans
He needs some loving, this very squishable skeleton :(
I kin him, he's me to a T.
PAPYRUS
The most hyperactive dude you'll ever meet
Wakes up at the ass crack of dawn fs
He has a lot of energy and most likely experiences a long period of burn out as a result
He has anxiety about not doing something active, he's not really someone who likes sitting still
He tends to put a lot of effort in different interests
He can cook great food, he just cannot grasp how to cook proper and edible spaghetti
Coffee gives him headaches so he prefers to drink tea instead, Sea Tea more specifically
Hides his emotions as well from his brother, worries that he's just adding more to his older brother's overflowing plate
If he had a romantic interest, he would he more bold in his displays of affection, sometimes outright declaring it.
His dating manual comes in very handy
Sans needs to pick up his goddamn sock >:[
Easily stressed baby
He needs a well deserved break
UNDERFELL
RED
My favorite boi 💕
Kind of a dick ngl
Very perverted and aint afraid to show this judging by his very suggestive and flirty comments
Wears a loootttt of gold jewelry, he looks great with them okay?
A simp must simp!
He's verryyyy touch starved, so bad its kinda sad—
Gamer boi, very cultured in the gaming community
Is a very pleasant guy once you get pass his flirty and kinda dick-ish behavior
If he had a romantic interest, he would try to deny it as having "vulnerable feelings" is considered a weakness in his underground
He got used to shoving his feelings deeeppp down and kinda just sucks up
But he's still the more expressive one, gets aggressive easily, him being upset is very obvious to tell and when he's happy it's more concealed but he's quite genuine
He's very proud of his brother, he'll do anything for Edge which is why he took the submissive approach in their brotherly dynamic
Doomfanger fucking hates him lol
EDGE
Mr Egotistical
Napoleon complex but taller
Quite an understanding person once you earn his respect
He has high standards and expects people to meet them
A real good cook, one of the few papyruses that makes great food... unless it's lasagna. It's a 50/50 if his lasagna has glass in it—
Best Cat Dad! Doomfanger is a spoiled baby, high quality tuna and fresh milk only for the bestest of kitties
I would hang out with him if I'm in a good mood ngl
If he had a romantic interest, he would expect them to make the first move 100%. This man had no idea how to do love
Def a tsundere
A tea enjoyer, golden flower tea is his favorite
UNDERSWAP
BLUE
No, it's not UwU Blueberry. We don't talk about him 😬
Is actually quite mature despite being quite hyperactive and have a childish nature
Very responsible and loves being active
He is a terrible cook but a great baker! He makes great cupcakes and cakes, needs work on presentation but its the thought that counts 💕
Is an empath, hyper aware of how people feel around him.
Secretly depressed
Gets annoyed pretty quickly
Doesn't back down easily and stands his ground very firmly if he believes he's in the right
Flirts casually and a cheeky person
Secretly insecure about how people see him
Hates being called short and treated like a child
STRETCH
My favorite Papyrus AU 💕
He snores loudly and prefers to sleep on the couch more than his own bed
He tries cutting down on his smoking by eating candy
Is just as distrustful as Sans but more overprotective of Blue
Will actually consider murder if someone hurts his brother
Flirts casually and isn't as interested in romance
He's very touch starved but he prefers to only show it if its his family or his future s/o
How to trust people 101
Very stressed which is why he took up smoking as a stress reliever
He has adult magazines hidden under his mattress, you can't convince me he doesnt— COUGH COUGH
He's a hoarder and quite messy, he has some cigarette butts still left over in his room
Hope you like my headcanons for them!!
Next headcanons are the Star Sanses and then the Bad Sanses!!
#undertale#undertaleaus#ink sans#nightmare sans#undertale au#underswap#underfell#underfell sans x reader#underswap x reader#undertale x reader#dust sans#sanssweep#sans the skeleton#sans
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The Shocking Adventures of Lumen - Part 6
(art by CBL_art on twitter.)
Lumen is starting to realize some drawbacks to his new size. After hours of flying across the desert, he is exhausted and sweaty. He just wants to get cleaned up and take a nap, but that's much easier said than done. Sometimes you just need a helping hand... or a couple GIANT helping hands.
... I'm gonna get in so much trouble for the dumb pun in this chapter.
(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)
[Prologue] || [Previous Chapter] || [Next Chapter (Coming Soon)
Lumen wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long sigh. He had been at it for nearly half an hour, and he still had barely even managed to wash a quarter of the surface area. Even soft, his schlong was pushing three feet long, which would be an impressive member even for an ogre, but on the pint-size pixie, his cock was nine times longer than he was! And that didn’t even factor in the sheer girth of his shaft, nor did it take into consideration his massive nuts! With the magic of druidcraft, Lumen had managed to fasten a sponge to a stick which gave him a much longer reach, but he was still trying to scrub a schlong that was the size of a train car!
Lumen was already getting exhausted. He just wanted to wash the funk from his body and take a nap, but he knew that he was just going to get dirty again during the laborious process of scrubbing his schlong. Part of him said he should go ahead and wash his body, take a break, and then focus on washing the rest of his package once he had time to catch his breath, but his muscles were aching from the sheer effort of not just washing the bottom third of his shaft but also from dragging his immense meat this far in the first place!
Lumen had made great time while flying. Thanks to his control of the air currents around him, he could really zip along, but he could only travel in short stints. After twenty minutes or so, he would be so winded that he’d have to stop and catch his breath. He probably wouldn’t have had to worry about getting run so thoroughly ragged had things not gotten so out of control when he was fooling around with the barkeep back at the oasis, but there was no use worrying about what had already happened. It wasn’t like Lumen would agree to reducing the size of his dick even if the opportunity presented itself! He loved being huge. Having to carry a schlong that weighed several times more than his body was only a minor inconvenience. If anything, the sheer amount of effort it took to hoist such an immense package got Lumen even more excited every time he took off.
Lumen flopped back onto his sack and let out a contented sigh as he stared up at the clouds floating by. If only he could be as big and buoyant as the clouds. A mountain sized mass that could float endlessly through the air.
As Lumen’s mind wandered, his already immense shaft began to harden and swell beneath him. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as his fat cock stiffened and thickened. Even as just a chub, his humongous cock felt fantastic. The sheer mass of his enormous cock, which dwarfed his body by several degrees of magnitude, made the pleasantly plump sensation of his semi so intense that his mind started to feel foggy from the intensity of his own bliss.
In some ways it was a shame that he was so tiny and his dick so huge. There was no way he’d be able to play with it by himself, but the amazing sensation of his colossal cock swelling hands free more than made up for it. Even when he wasn’t horny, the sheer weight of his cock and balls and the sheer size of his bait and tackle got him so incredibly giddy.
Lumen once again laid back and propped his head under his hands and watched the clouds go by. His bath would have to wait a while longer. For now, he just wanted to rest his muscles and bask in the sensation of his super-sized semi floating lazily in the pond water beneath him.
Lumen had no idea how long he was lazing about. He was so contented that he drifted in and out of consciousness while he soaked up the sun and the pleasant sensation of his chubby, but eventually a sound caught his attention.
Lumen could hear splashing near the edge of the pond. He once again propped himself up on his elbows and glanced towards the direction of the sound. It didn’t take Lumen long to spot the source of the noise. Standing beside the pond was an impressively large figure. Lumen tilted his head curiously as he watched. He had never seen a creature like this before, but he had heard stories.
The new arrival was taller than an orc but a good deal slimmer. The blue furred body had dense, lean muscle packed onto its towering frame. The otherwise humanoid face had a wide, flat, cow-like nose and had similarly cow-like ears drooping from the sides of its head.
This had to be a firbolg – a distance relative of Lumen’s kind. It was hard to believe that two creatures who were so wildly different could both be considered fey, but faeries and firbolg both had their origins in the fey realm. Although… given the range of sizes in the spiders Lumen had encountered since he had begun adventuring, perhaps it wasn’t that unbelievable that two creatures, one four inches tall and one closer to ten feet tall, could be closely related.
That said, taxonomy wasn’t first and foremost in Lumen’s mind at the moment. The massive creature was wading into the pond and had its eyes locked on Lumen. Although… perhaps it would be more precise to say that it had its eyes locked on Lumen’s cock.
The creature didn’t seem to even notice the tiny fairy that was floating atop the three feet of phallus. As far as it could tell, the enormous member that floated in the middle of the pond was completely detached from any owner.
Lumen was tempted to stay hidden and see what the firbolg had in mind, but he figured it was probably best to nip this in the bud. After all, he didn’t know what the firbolg’s intentions were. The massive creature seemed to be eying Lumen’s meat curiously, but Lumen wasn’t sure if this creature knew to abide by the ‘look but don’t touch’ rules.
Lumen focused his thoughts on the firbolg and projected his words into the firbolg’s mind. “Hold on,” Lumen said in sylvan, the language of the fey.
The firbolg stopped in its tracks and cocked a head curiously. “Who is there?” Came the reply to Lumen’s query.
The firbolg spoke its reply aloud. His deep, melodic voice was so powerful that Lumen could feel the vibrations in his chest. The firbolg did not seem to be aggressive. If anything, his tone of voice sounded amiable albeit curious.
“You’re looking right at me… well… part of me. Look lower… a little to the left… ok… right there…” Lumen projected to the firbolg. He guided the firbolg’s gaze up along the length of Lumen’s impressive shaft up towards the tiny figure that sat nestled between the enormous nuts. Once their eyes met, Lumen gave the massive, blue-furred creature a welcoming wave.
“How did this come to be?” The firbolg asked. “Is this some curse? I do not believe it to be the waters. I have lived here for years and have not sensed any foul magics.”
“No. No curse. I actually quite like how I am,” Lumen replied.
“Strange… is it not a hindrance?” the firb asked. His eyes once more glanced along the length of Lumen’s shaft, but this time he seemed less worried and more intrigued.
“It can be, but I’m learning to manage,” Lumen replied.
By this point, the firbolg had waded out far enough into the water that he was now standing directly beside Lumen’s soft cock. The firbolg was impressively large especially by Lumen’s standards. He was so tall that his feet could touch the bottom of the pond and the water only came up to his chest. The firbolg leaned in and looked intently at the tiny figure that was riding the raft-sized schlong. The giant was so huge that even just his face completely dwarfed Lumen’s body. Even just the ridge of his wide, cow-like nose was longer than Lumen was tall.
“How strange…” the firbolg murmured as he eyed the fairy’s tiny body intently.
“Are you still talking about my… you know…?” Lumen asked.
“This energy you have…” the firbolg mused out loud as he continued to eye the tiny fairy intently.
Lumen suddenly started to feel incredibly uncomfortable. The firbolg had leaned in even closer and was now so close that Lumen’s could feel the breath coming from the firbolg’s cow-like nose. The firbolg was now looking directly at Lumen instead of Lumen’s enormous cock, and yet somehow, it felt like he was no longer looking at Lumen at all. It was like he was looking past the tiny fairy or through him!
“Uh… A little personal space?” Lumen asked nervously.
“It is much like the essence of the spirits… the spirits of the storm… how curious…” The firbolg commented to himself. He leaned in even closer. Now he had to rest a hand against Lumen’s shaft and another against Lumen’s sack to steady himself.
Lumen was not comfortable with how the firbolg was staring at him, and yet, his cock twitched to life in spite of him. The firbolg’s hands were surprisingly soft. The giant’s huge, warm mitts felt fantastic against Lumen’s enormous semi. However, the firbolg’s gaze was so unnerving, that Lumen was having a hard time enjoying the feeling of the giant’s hands on his cock and balls.
“Could you cut it out!?” Lumen asked, this time more forcefully.
The firbolg didn’t seem to be paying attention. He was too focused on whatever this energy was that he was muttering about. The firbolg was now leaning in so close to Lumen that the brass ring hanging from the firbolg’s nose was now dangling dangerously close to Lumen’s head.
“This energy… It’s the same as the elemental spirits of the valley, but it has suffused this creature. Could it be the cause of this growth?” He muttered to himself.
Lumen was more than a little peeved by this point. He gritted his teeth and focused his energy inward causing his body and package to surge outward in every direction. Lumen was suddenly eight inches tall instead of the usual four and his cock surged from three feet to six! Yet despite his sudden surge in size, the firbolg was still fixated on Lumen’s aura rather than the fairy himself. The firbolg readjusted his position to account for the rapidly expanding dong, but other than that seemed to not even notice Lumen’s growth.
Lumen stared right up at the firbolg and reached up and grabbed the ring dangling from the firbolg’s nose. At Lumen’s new size, the nose ring was the size of an oversized door knocker. The brass ring fit so perfectly into the palm of his hand that it seemed like it had been made just for him. While Lumen gripped the brass ring in his hand, he summoned up the elemental energy that the firbolg seemed so fixated on and focused it onto his hand.
“I said! Cut! It! Out!” Lumen shouted.
Right as the words escaped Lumen’s lips, a surge of electricity arced through his hand and into the firbolg’s nose ring. The shock traveled up the brass ring and straight into the firbolg’s sinuses. The firbolg was so shocked, literally and figuratively, that he immediately jumped backwards from the now enormous floating cock and balls.
The firbolg steadied himself and rubbed his numb and tingling snout. “That was incredibly rude of me,” he said apologetically.
“Yes. It was,” Lumen replied.
Lumen couldn’t bring himself to look the giant in the eyes, but this was not because Lumen was upset with the guy. When Lumen had enlarged himself, he felt the giant’s hands dwindling against the fairy’s massive shaft and balls. The feeling of growth was exhilarating and caused Lumen’s obsession to rear its head. Lumen was now flying past half-mast. He just hoped that the giant didn’t realize how worked up Lumen had gotten. Fortunately, the firbolg also seemed to be averting his gaze.
“I do not see many people out this far. I have forgotten my manners,” the firbolg explained sheepishly.
“It’s fine… and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have zapped you… I just get really antsy when people treat me like… well, like an object…” Lumen replied.
“Is that something that happens often?” The firbolg asked.
“Too often…” Lumen replied.
“I see… I have indeed been incredibly rude,” the firbolg said apologetically.
“I said it’s fine… just… don’t do it again, ok?” Lumen said. He then paused for a beat, let out a sigh and released the magic that was making him larger. Lumen quickly reverted to his normal size. There was a slight tinge of longing as he shrunk back down, but Lumen knew that he wasn’t strong enough yet to maintain that size full-time.
After a moment of staring out at the length of his enormous stiffy, Lumen took a deep breath and raised a tiny hand out for the giant to shake. “We should start over. I’m Lumen,” the fairy said.
“I am called Phinneas,” the firb replied.
The giant firbolg reached out a hand. He was so much larger than Lumen that Lumen could only grip the tip of the firbolg’s pointer finger.
“Nice to meet you… so you live out here?” Lumen asked.
“For the past few months, yes,” Phinneas replied. “I have lived in this valley for years, but I travel around. I’m a… what is a good word for it. A student of the natural world? I came here to commune with the elements and study their role in the world.”
Phineas stared out into the forest surrounding them. For a moment he seemed to forget that Lumen was there and was instead just soaking up the natural beauty around him.
Lumen waited a moment for the giant to finish his short meditation and then said, “You seemed super keen on me there for a minute.”
“Indeed. You have the same aura to you as the elemental spirits I have communed with, but you are not a spirit,” Phinneas explained.
Lumen rolled his eyes and replied, “Yeah. No.”
“So, then what are you?” Phinneas said. The question didn’t seem directed at Lumen. It was more like he was thinking aloud.
“I’m a fairy…?” Lumen replied.
“Indeed… But the few fairies I have met did not have the same energy that you do.” Phineas said. He took another moment to ponder the situation. Lumen rolled his eyes but waited patiently for the giant to once more emerge from his mind palace.
Lumen didn’t really understand what Phinneas was talking about. The firbolg seemed fascinated by Lumen’s “aura” but Lumen didn’t really see why it mattered. Eventually, when it seemed like Phineas was ready to listen, Lumen responded, “I have, like, storm magic. Is that really that rare?”
“You tell me,” Phinneas replied. “Is this common where you are from?”
Lumen thought about it for a moment. He had always had these powers. Although, he had never had the reason or opportunity to flex them until recently. Others in his village also had limited control of wind and lightning, but Lumen could not recall a time when anyone had done anything more than simple cantrips or parlor tricks.
“I don’t know. Maybe?” Lumen replied with a shrug.
“Hmm… You should meditate with me,” Phineas said after another long pause.
“No,” Lumen said flatly.
“No?” Phineas sputtered. He was clearly taken aback by how quickly Lumen shot him down.
“Look. I know you mean well, but I’m tired and sweaty and I really just want to finish my bath,” Lumen sighed.
“Oh! I did not realize. I have been truly rude, haven’t I?” Phineas sputtered.
“It’s fine. I was just relaxing between phases, anyway,” Lumen said with a casual wave.
“Between…? Explain,” Phineas said.
�� “I’ve got a lot of ground to cover,” Lumen explained and gestured towards the expanse of his massive cock that was floating in the middle of the lake. Lumen had reverted back to his normal size, but even still, Lumen’s enormous shaft was almost as long as the firbolg’s arm and as thick as the firbolg’s chest.
The firbolg once more looked down at the massive cock and balls that were floating in front of him. It was like a lightbulb clicked on in his brain. Somehow, he seen the enormous mass of flesh floating in the water, but he had not realized the implication until now. His blue face suddenly turned a shade of indigo as the blood rushed to his cheeks.
“Oh… Oh my…” Phineas murmured in awe.
Lumen didn’t need telepathy to know what was going on in the firbolg’s face. The towering, blue giant was going on an extended face journey as the reality of the situation steadily dawned on him.
“Did… did you really not realize that that was my dick?” Lumen asked.
“I did not,” Phineas replied.
“I can’t… what did you think…” Lumen tried to say, but he was having a hard time stifling his laughter.
“It’s mostly underwater! I couldn’t make out the shape! I thought it was an alligator or something similar! Then I saw that you were grafted to it and didn’t know what to think!” Phineas protested.
“Grafted!?” Lumen asked between laughs.
“Yes. Many monsters use small creatures like you to lure unsuspecting travelers,” Phineas explained.
“So, I’m an angler fish, now?” Lumen giggled.
“No. You’re much too big for that,” Phineas replied.
Lumen completely lost it at this point. He flopped back against his nuts, grabbed his sides, and howled with laughter. “It’s attached to my crotch!” Lumen cackled.
“I didn’t… I didn’t look that closely at… there… That would be rude…” Phineas stammered.
“You’re so worried about being rude, and yet you’re still gripping my dick,” Lumen said between laughs.
“I… Oh… Oh my…” Phineas murmured as he looked down and realized that he was still resting his hands on the fairy’s enormous shaft.
“Relax. It’s fine. It’s fine. It feels kinda nice, to be honest,” Lumen said. By this point his laughter had mostly died down, but his sides still ached.
“Still. I should have asked…” Phineas replied.
Lumen waved him off. “It’s fine. You didn’t know,” he said.
Phineas stood there a moment just staring down at his hands which were still resting on Lumen’s thick shaft. His face grew a deeper and deeper shade of purple as the gears turned in his head.
Lumen raised an eyebrow and looked up at the giant. The silence was beginning to become awkward. Lumen had half a mind to snap the firbolg out of whatever trance had overtaken him, but right before Lumen could say anything, Phineas spoke up.
“How about… what if I helped you?” The giant asked.
“W-what!?” Lumen yelped.
The giant and the fairy just stared at each other in stunned silence as they both processed what Phineas had just said. Phineas looked mortified.
“You said it yourself it would be a lot of work to handle by yourself,” Phineas explained awkwardly.
Lumen couldn’t help but smirk. Now that the giant had been knocked out of turbo-nerd mode, he was actually kind of cute.
“Say I did let you help me…” Lumen mused out loud. He glanced up at the firbolg to see how Phineas reacted to this before he continued on. Phineas seemed a little excited which just made Lumen struggle to suppress a giggle. However, after a dramatic pause, Lumen continued.
“If I did let you help me, do you promise to be on your best behavior?” Lumen asked.
“Of course! … but what does that mean?” Phineas asked.
“It means, no prying about spirits or sensing my aura or reading my palms or whatever weird stuff you were trying to do!” Lumen said.
“Oh. Yes. I can do that,” Phineas replied.
“Good. Then we have an agreement!” Lumen said.
There was a lull in the conversation as both participants looked at each other. It seemed both were waiting on the other to make the first move. Eventually, however, Phineas spoke up.
“I have something that may help,” Phineas said as he took off the small pouch that hung around his neck like a pendant.
“Hmm?” Lumen asked while eying the pouch curiously. The pouch itself was almost as big as Lumen was, but in the hands of the giant firbolg, it looked comically tiny. It didn’t look like it could hold more than a pair or dice or some coins.
“It’s my herb pouch. I keep incense and the like,” Phineas explained.
“I thought we agreed none of the meditation crap!” Lumen protested.
“No! That’s not my intent. Some of the herbs have other properties as well,” Phineas explained.
Lumen watched skeptically as the giant’s fingers rooted around in the pouch. The giant had two whole fingers plunged into the tiny pouch, but the pouch didn’t seem to be reacting to the intrusion. No doubt this was a bag that was much larger on the inside. It was hardly the first time Lumen had seen this trick. It was a common enchantment. In fact, the dao had given Lumen a very similar container when they had parted ways.
Phineas reached in and grabbed a pinch of powder from the bag. He sprinkled the sparkling dust around the water. Suddenly, the water began to bubble and glow. Steam rose from the now heated water, and the earthy scent of the pond and the surrounding moss soon gave way to warm, floral scents of mint and lavender.
“Scrubbing is fine, but a little soap goes a long way,” Phineas explained.
Lumen breathed deep of the pleasant aroma. The warmth of the perfumed steam filled his lungs, and the warmth of the heated water soothed his massive cock and balls.
“You’ve got to teach me the recipe,” Lumen said as he slumped contentedly back against his enormous, floating nuts.
“It’s an old family recipe, but I could share it with you when we’re done,” Phineas said.
“Mm…” Lumen murmured.
Lumen felt the tension leave his muscles almost instantly as the steam and scents soaked into him. He knew he was stiff from all the flying he had done, but he didn’t realize just how sore he was until now. Trying to maintain balance while swinging around a meat stick the size of a support beam was hell on the core!
Lumen was shocked when he felt Phineas grip Lumen’s wrist between his massive thumb and pointer finger. Yet, despite the enormous size disparity, the giant was as gentle as could be as he lifted Lumen’s arm up and gave the tiny fairy a good lathering across his chest and under his arm.
Lumen was surprised. He had expected Phineas to dive straight in and start on the fairy’s enormous cock, but Lumen wasn’t complaining. The fur on the ‘bolg’s fingers was short and soft which made it feel like Lumen was being scrubbed with a warm, plush washcloth.
Lumen sighed contentedly as the giant’s fingers rubbed the suds into his skin and massaged his sore muscles. Phineas hadn’t so much as grazed Lumen’s cock since he had started washing the tiny fairy, but Lumen was still already flying at half-mast. He wasn’t even particularly horny. The combination of the soothing scents and the relaxing massage made him feel so blissfully content that his dick just started to swell up in response. It was like a lazy afternoon semi which was the best kind.
It didn’t take long for Phineas to finish scrubbing Lumen’s tiny body. Lumen let out a disappointed murmur as Phineas’s fingers left his body, but his disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement as the firbolg’s strong fingers began to kneed the suds into the fairy’s swollen sack.
Lumen’s boulder-sized stones were massive even to the giant. Each enormous orb was easily three times larger than Phineas’s head! Yet, Phineas did not seem deterred. He threw himself wholeheartedly into the task of scrubbing and massaging Lumen’s enormous nuts.
Lumen reclined in the valley between his two enormous, floating nuts as the giant went about his business. The massage felt so fantastic that Lumen continued to softly murmur contentedly under his breath as the firbolg went about his task in solemn silence. By the time Phineas was nearly done scrubbing Lumen’s sack, Lumen’s cock was fully hard.
Occasionally, Lumen would steal a glance at Phineas’ face. The look of intensity and excitement on the giant’s face was surprisingly endearing. Phineas was clearly trying his hardest to remain on task, but it was obvious that he was enjoying this as much as Lumen was. The giant’s dick was well below the water, so Lumen couldn’t see it, but Lumen was sure that Phineas was well on his way to having a stiffy of his own.
Soon, all that was left was the main event – the shaft itself. By this point, Phineas was blushing so intensely that the bright red of his skin bled through his thin layer of fur giving him a deep, plum color. He was clearly still trying to act like he wasn’t enjoying this, but the blushing and the furtive glances he stole at the pre-dribbling slit of Lumen’s now fully rigid cock gave him away.
Lumen shuddered in anticipation as Phineas placed a hand on either side of the fairy’s rigid shaft, but his anticipation gave way to surprise when, instead of stroking, Phineas began to drag Lumen’s cock along with him. Lumen sat back and watched intently as Phineas slowly waded towards the shallower section of the pond with the fairy’s massive schlong in tow. Soon, the water was only up to Phineas’s midriff then only up to the giant’s waist.
Lumen cocked an eyebrow and smirked knowingly as the giant’s rigid shaft poked up from beneath the water. Phineas’s cock was as blue as the rest of him but with a cute, pink tip. The giant’s rod was completely soaked in sudsy pond water, but even so, Lumen could tell that he was leaking a decent amount of pre in anticipation of what came next.
Phineas knelt down and wrapped his arms around Lumen’s fat shaft. Lumen suddenly felt like he was in a cart steadily ascending a steeper and steeper track. As the giant stood back up, the tip of Lumen’s cock was lifted higher and higher into the air until it stood vertically. Instead of reclining against his massive sack, Lumen now found lying atop them! As Lumen stared up at the apparent redwood between his legs, he could see the firbolg’s powerful arms wrapped around the shaft and the firbolg’s face smirking down at him from above.
Lumen’s cock was huge even for the giant. Now that it was fully hard, the fairy’s enormous rod was even thicker than the giant’s torso! Phineas’s dick now dug into the underside of Lumen’s sensitive cock and pressed against his sack and the tip of Lumen’s puffed-up cock head pressed against the giant’s chin.
Lumen shuddered and writhed as he felt the giant’s powerful arms stroke up and down the fairy’s massive, trembling shaft. The soft, sudsy fur on the giant’s chest and abs massaged and scrubbed the sensitive underside of Lumen’s fully boned cock.
Lumen was already in heaven, but his whole body suddenly tensed and his cock lurched as he felt Phineas’s wide nose and thick, cow-like tongue pressed against the sensitive flesh of the fairy’s cock head.
Lumen shuddered with bliss as Phineas licked the tip. The way Phineas was using his entire upper body to stroke Lumen’s massive shaft. The way Phineas’s tongue lapped at the tip of Lumen’s dick. It all felt so fantastic. It was so amazing that for a moment Lumen almost considered giving up his quest to get even bigger! After all, how would he get this level of bliss if he outgrew even the largest races’ ability to stroke him off!
But that moment of hesitation was fleeting. As Lumen laid back atop his own balls and stared up groggily at the massive spire that rose above him, Lumen once again felt his desire to get even bigger well up within him. That cock looked so huge and so fantastic. It looked massive next to even a firbolg! What would it look like next to one of the smaller races!
Lumen continued to writhe and whimper with bliss. His cock felt fantastic. His cock looked fantastic! It was like a dream come true! Everything was so amazing that he could barely hold back his need to cream.
By this point, Phineas had ditched all pretense. He was every bit as horny as the tiny fairy. Phineas could feel the fairy’s massive cock shuddering in his arms. He could feel the enormous shaft bucking and lurching in his arms. The warmth and scent coming off of Lumen’s fantastically huge cock was intoxicating. Even the taste of Lumen’s pre against his tongue was maddeningly hot. The towering firbolg let out a grunt as his cock lurched and spurted cum against the underside of the fairy’s massive shaft, but he didn’t let his own release distract him from finishing the task which now loomed before him. Phineas continued to stroke and scrub and lick and grind against Lumen’s massive, shuddering rod. The fairy’s tiny voice cried out in bliss.
It wasn’t long before Lumen finally reached his limit. The fairy’s enormous cock bucked and lurched so hard that Phineas could no longer keep it wrangled. Lumen’s dick broke free of the firbolg’s grasp. Lumen cried out as spurt after massive, gooey spurt of spunk shot straight into the air and crashed down around them. Thick, heavy wads of spunk splashed down and mixed with the sudsy water of the pond.
It wasn’t long before Lumen and Phineas were thoroughly soaked in the fairy’s spunk, and yet Lumen kept cumming. Again and again, his nuts tensed, his cock lurched, and a huge spray of jizz arced into the air. The ropes of cum arced so far into the air that they splattered against even the upper canopy of the surrounding trees.
By the time Lumen’s climax finally began to taper off, a thick layer of spunk coated much of the surrounding earth and foliage. Lumen was left gasping for breath as he floated atop his own enormous package. Lumen was so overwhelmed by the afterglow that he was only vaguely aware that Phineas had slumped over and was now clinging to Lumen’s now deflated rod like a clump of flotsam after a shipwreck.
Eventually Lumen came down from the afterglow and even managed to catch his breath. He gazed groggily over at the giant that was now draped over the fairy’s enormous, soft cock.
“I think… I’ll need your help getting cleaned up again,” Lumen said between gasps.
“Indeed…” Phineas replied.
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