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velvetmud · 1 year

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Stanley Kubrick on film

joel finds a camera and expresses his desire to make a smut film.

warning(s): 18+ explicit, daddy kink, smoking weed, also lots of dirty talk, dirty things

silver fox two decades into outbreak!joel where cameras are a rare thing to come across but somehow weed isn’t. not a request just another fun little thing that kinda came out of nowhere. still working on some other stuff ! why he always comes out so dirty in everything i start to write is beyond me :)

the smell of smoke, sweat, and sex filled the air of the quaint room.

the stereo’s playing a mixtape from some romantic-alternative nineties albums on shuffle. joel bought a quarter ounce of weed from one of Tommy’s friends. went as far as lighting all kinds of candles and placing them throughout on various countertops. as soon as you walked in you couldn’t help yourself from grabbing him and laughing, “are you trying to fuck me or set me on fire?”

he grumbled about this being one of his trying efforts to woo you. while you relax and unwind together sharing the first spliff, he pointedly mentions how he found a camera while he was going out salvaging for stupid goodies with Ellie that afternoon. screen uncracked, quality like new. even the battery was at a lucky hundred percent. he wanted to take advantage of a lingering fantasy now that he’d been presented with an open opportunity.

it wasn’t until a few hours later, fucking and devouring you every way you’ve always liked, he managed to assure you only his and your eyes get to re-watch the hypothetical smutty tape.

reality also was that you got high and felt too fucked out to put up a fight anymore, and he needed to savor it all on film.

it wasn’t necessarily a hypothetical anymore.

joel’s hungry expression hides behind the camera lens as his thumb clicked to capture your each and every movement. he went on to start video recording after a little while of obtaining a lengthy photo gallery.

while he’s puffing on the roach end of another joint, he blows the smoke out from the side of his mouth. puts it down and starts to focus solely on you, ashing whatever’s left. he could see you were already smoked out over half an hour ago anyway. once he gets his fill of watching you tease yourself, rubbing your tits, thighs and legs up and down, he coaches you into opening up a little more.

“yeah, yeah. don’t be afraid to spread those lips apart—just like that, atta girl. gorgeous.”

he zooms in on your naked legs until the screen shows nothing but your drooling, freshly fucked pussy into frame. still pulsing around nothing, leaking the cum that’s yours and his combined inside.

sweat sticks to his forehead and his hair is comparable to a birds nest at this point. he’s hard again, even if he’s drained his dick in you several times in different places earlier. he easily slips into the role of film director, starts telling you how to move and what to say.

“gonna play this back and watch it whenever I miss you. wanna thank you for doing this, baby,” he sighs. runs his hands up your legs with admiration. “let’s see that pussy, yeah. spread ‘em nice and wide, wanna see.” two of his fingers scissor your puffy lips open. his thick spend slowly starts running down your leg.

“fuck, that’s gorgeous. looks so pretty when you’re all used up. full of my cum.” he already knows future him will easily finish less than two minutes into this. “tell the camera who fucked this sweet pussy.”

”you did daddy…” you answer, shy pink cheeks stuffed into the pillow, turned over to the side.

“mmm it’s okay, baby girl. don’t gotta be shy. you know I’ll always tell you exactly how bad I want you.” he breathes, leaning his head down to yours to hold your chin as he spoke. the camera’s still in joel’s grip. it picks up the soft sounds of his rough voice reassuring you. gentle and smiling. he just wants to watch you have fun for him, over and over, on repeat. this was the best solution.

he gets the camera and puts your body back in frame. he thinks he’s turned into Stanley Kubrick as he moves it around to get different lighting and angles of your pussy. once he’s found the most lewd, up-close shot possible, he keeps the lens focused.

“so go ‘head baby. since we’re playing show and tell, go on showing and telling the camera everything you begged daddy to do to you.” he instructed, keeping his eyes glued on you through the square little screen.

you’re grinning ear to ear, still flushed under the spotlight of attention he’s putting on you.

“I…I begged daddy to cum inside me.”

“that’s right, sweet girl. what else? did it feel good, feeling daddy fuck you hard like that?”

he’s stroking himself in a tight fist now, your leftover juices still lubricating his shaft. now the camera’s framed on the two of you, eagerly pleading and teasing with him. you’re harsh when you slip two of your fingers inside, watching him with an open mouth.

“yeah, mmhm. I see that look in your eyes. needin’ my cock again. this,” he holds the tip right up to your lips, making sure the camera sees. “is yours baby. could fuck and suck it all you want. whenever you need.”

he moves the camera higher to capture a nice bird’s eye view as you suckle down on a mouthful of his tip, running your fingers through the milky evidence still pooling between your legs.

a warning pops up on the screen, something about a low battery. joel curses under his breath then picks up speed with his hips, reaching down with the other hand to find your clit. he holds his breath while looking at the sight, delighted by the visual. he starts to feel the build up as he remembers that he gets to re-watch this over, and over, and over again.

“gonna have to go a little faster baby, yeah. just like that, that’s perfect.”

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drconstellation · 23 days

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Aziraphale-Beelzebub Parallels

Aziraphale's Edinburgh Journey: Part 2

I've already written a series on how Crowley and Gabriel act as parallels and foils to each other in S2. Their other halves - their partners - also act as each other's parallels. I mentioned this briefly in the second post in that series, but here we need to expand on this.

We also need to talk about Maggie.

I think most people identify that there is good case for a many parallels between Aziraphale and Maggie as well. But when you consider Aziraphale-Beelzebub-Maggie together in a character triangle, Maggie suddenly starts to make a lot more sense. And I believe there is one more peculiar element thrown in that she is reflecting back to us as well about Aziraphale that has made her particularly hard to understand on top of all that.

But let's look at the Aziraphale-Beelzebub related parallels first.

They hold the highest ranking position

Beezlebub holds the highest ranking position in Hell under Satan, as the Grand Duke. They leave a vacancy at the end of the series, that we are yet to see filled.

For most of S2 the Supreme Archangel is missing - and it is only right at the end that we see Aziraphale step up and accept the offered role.

Two things to mention here:

One might argue that the Metatron is higher in ranking than the Supreme Archangel, but for purposes of this discussion he doesn't seem to have much to do with the day-to-day running of things like the Supreme Archangel would. Gabriel was also the one who appeared on the tarmac at Tadfield Airbase opposite Beelzebub when things weren't going to plan in S1.

Secondly, this is where I would like to start introducing the concept that we are being shown Aziraphale's future story in S2. Such as Aziraphale's future role as Supreme Archangel, however long he holds on to it.

I don't know how difficult it will be to demonstrate this as we go along from here, but I'm going to try and point out places where I think we are being shown glimpses of the future - foreshadowing - and a lot of them come through Maggie. Not all, though, there are exceptions, but we'll discuss them in due course. Such as in the next parallel.

They need words of affirmation

Crowley isn't the most loquacious character but he's not shy of boosting his angel's ego when it's needed. Whether it's encouraging Aziraphale to go big on stage in 1941 or supporting his detective efforts in Edinburgh Crowley is still going to put in a good word or two for Aziraphale's sake.

AZIRAPHALE: [over phone]: I think I've found some clues. And do you remember the statue of Gabriel in the graveyard in Edinburgh? I'm looking at it now. CROWLEY: Mmm, good job. AZIRAPHALE: Oh, do you really think so?

We know Beelzebub needs words of affirmation as well because they ask Demon Josh this:

BEELZEBUB: Do you ever think, wouldn't it just be nice if someone told you what a good job you're doing? DEMON JOSH: In hell? BEELZEBUB: Yeah.

Hang on, just a minute...Demon Josh...?

The demon who appears to be acting as the Personal Assistant/Secretary to the Grand Duke of Hell?

There is an old thread that points out that Greasy Johnson's name is basically another form of Jesus Christ. The TL:DR version is that Joshua aka Oily Josh is another form of Jesus.

So Beelzebub has Demon Jesus as her assistant.

Remember I was trying to tell you we are seeing future echoes of Aziraphale's story in S3 here? Jesus as the right hand of the Supreme Archangel, perhaps?

They give gifts

A S1 crossover, Beelzebub gives Gabriel the Tardis-like fly storage container, and Aziraphale gives Crowley the thermos of holy water in 1967 to stop the crazy caper he was planning to steal some. Both acts were done unprompted at the time.

They enjoy music

We've seen Aziraphale with his phonograph in action several times, and in S2E1 we see him in the midst of listening to the Shostakovitch records he got from Maggie when the arrival of Gabriel interrupts him.

We learn Beelzebub also has an ear for a good tune when they mention they like the song they hear in the American bar during the recap scenes of their meetings with Gabriel in S2E6.

They make an offer of "betterment" to Crowley

Beelzebub's offer to Crowley that he could be a Duke of Hell if he finds Gabriel for them, all while he is lounging across the two horned thrones in S2E1, is widely seen as a prominent piece of foreshadowing for S3.

Really, the only question should be is will that be just a plain Duke or will he somehow end up in the Grand Duke of Hell position opposite of Aziraphale?

Aziraphale also made an offer to Crowley - to restore him to angelic status.

At the time, neither offer was accepted with any enthusiasm - especially the latter.

They have a date at Gabriel's statue

I have pointed out elsewhere that this is a triple-parallel with a shot from Before the Beginning, but then I remembered that the parallel with Aziraphale looking jealously at angel!Crowley was written after this date pair with Gabriel's statue.

I intend to talk about the significance of the statue in Part 4: Judgement Day, as it makes a bridge between all three seasons and it needs some thorough and lengthy discussion around it.

They go to the pub

This is another triple-parallel between the two pairs. (I think @kayleefansposts first brought this up but I can't find the post it comes from now, even though it wasn't that long ago.)

First, they both meet in a cafe:

Then they meet in a pub:

And lastly, they meet - well, lets say with alcohol on the table and an option of food?

Their partners make a reference to the absurd creativity of humanity

For some time I wondered why when Crowley came back from the pub with Aziraphale, he plucked the Jane Austen off the shelf and shouted that inane line at humanity: "You people, I will never get the hang of you lot."

Eventually I realized it was a parallel moment to when just before Gabriel miracles the jukebox in the Resurrectionist to play Every Day the first time.

GABRIEL: What's that? BARTENDER: A classic 1960s jukebox. You don't see many of them these days. You just put your money in and tell it what you want to hear. GABRIEL: Oh… You people. Amazing. [hands over money] [miracles] Ha!

Both incidences are inspired by their partners - Aziraphale inspires Crowley to look for Austen's novels and Gabriel miracles the jukebox to play the music that Beelzebub likes.

Their partners accidentally leave them on their own

Crowley was only going to take the human shopkeepers to safety, then return - but he got sidetracked with Muriel all the way up to Heaven. Thinking he would be back soon, Aziraphale didn't plan very far ahead, and that eventually led to a problem - and a long, anxious wait for the demon's return.

On his way out of Heaven, Gabriel was on his way to Hell and Beelzebub - we presume. But as soon as he put himself in the fly, he forgot, and headed to the next most memorable location in his remaining working neurons, which happened to be on Earth. Beelzebub was left wondering where he was - and very alone down there in Hell while their minions were out searching for him. @noneorother shows what happens to the thrones while they wait.

So, about Maggie, then...

Understanding Aziraphale and Beelzebub as a parallel pair helps us to understand Maggie a little better, as Maggie is actually a mix of the two characters, reflecting both of them back at the same time. I think that is why she sometimes seems like an angel and a demon at the same time - because she actually is!

I believe this would also explain the "ugrency" spelling mistake, as well as putting an emphasis on the word urgency itself for us. What is becoming urgent?

For example, Maggie always wears a combination of colours from both characters. Here we can Maggie is wearing Beelzebub's signature colours of orange and light blue, but with a white background as the angelic component.

At the ball, she wears a blue blouse - blue is a colour associated with Heaven - but its a dark, demonic shade of blue.

She tries to give a gift to Nina, that doesn't quite work, but the thought and effort is there. She's very forgiving. And she says she says she'll still be there when Nina is ready to start seeing her again; she's reflecting the future Aziraphale to us.

She doesn't want to leave the scene of danger with Crowley when its offered (sounds familiar, doesn't it? Let's go to Alpha Centauri - No! I Can't!)

She's done with being scared, she's ready to stand up and be brave and fight.

She doesn't want to leave Aziraphale on his own (even though Aziraphale still has faith Crowley will turn up any minute now and have a plan - !!) She comes up with ideas on how to fight back. This is someone who steps forward and takes control. These all look like future echoes and set-ups for parallels in S3 to me.

There's another line that no one ever talks about that I've always thought was a foreshadowing line that Crowley says to Nina:

NINA: He's never hosted a meeting, ever. Why the change of heart? CROWLEY: He's unpredictable. He's discovered his civic obligations.

The parallel to this comes from Maggie, when Crowley goes to tell her its time for the meeting/Ball, she says she never misses a meeting. If that's not part of fulfilling your "civic obligations" I don't know what is.

If there was one aspect of Beelzebub I would perhaps just mention here briefly, but not discussing at length because I want to do it elsewhere again as well, is that they twice show restraint of their power and authority - they don't pull Crowley in for punishment as a traitor, even though they could (they pulled him down to Hell for a chat pretty easily) and they don't bother to rip out Demon Josh's tongue and send him to the dung heaps that day for being talkative and annoying, even though we get the impression it happens on a regular basis. In contrast, Aziraphale and Maggie both step up a bit and take some authority on themselves towards the end.

The lists above are not exhaustive of all the parallels between the three characters, but I hope it helps to get you started in thinking about them in a different way to how you might have been.

Next we try to tie the past<-present->future parallels together as we start getting our hands dirty.

The other posts in this series can be found here:

Part 1: Detective Aziraphale Part 3: Stocktaking in the Basement Part 4: Judgement Day Part 5: I Know Where I'm Going

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziraphale #beelzebub #maggie #demon josh #duke of hell crowley #oily josh #supreme archangel aziraphale #you people #i wont leave you on your own #discovering your civic duties #staying behind to die bravely #he's unpredictable

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 6 months

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We will protect you. Part IV

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: ADA and you discuss, what you manage to uncover, with the rest of the Gang. But, you never expected to see three particular names in the list.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

Part III

Part V

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You were sitting one of the couches in the living room, between Yosano and Kouyou. You and ADA returned home fifteen minutes ago and were telling others, what happened today.

ADA members were the ones, who did most of the talking. They explained in details, what they do to Stalker. And it was impressive in their own way. Yes, today, they mostly used physical power, but, some people only learn, that dog us angry, only when said dog bite them. And, while it was strange to have Dazai of all people using raw power, you feel so grateful towards him for protecting you today. You were grateful towards all Armed Detective Agency members, Katai and Natsume for today's protection.

Ranpo finally stopped talking and took a list of Stalker's accomplices from the table.

"With Stalker's phone we had some evidence, that will help us punish them severely. But, we need to punish a few more people. Stalker's accomplices..."

Everyone's gazes became darker. Ranpo start reading out loud. Poe took Stalker's phone and Katai turn on his laptop.

"First names, Emily Glover and Eugene Porcher..." You sighed, hearing these names.

"My university professors. They are responsible for job assignment during Charity Fair."

Poe start scrolling through Stalker's phone, trying to find Stalker's chat with anyone from this two.

"No... No... Found it! It seems, that Stalker posed as poor shy crushing student, who just want to see you from afar. And the café were the best option for them, because of all this windows," Poe's hands were shaking because of anger. "Your two professors didn't even question them, after you started to tell everyone about the Stalker."

You rub your forehead and lean your back on Yosano. She immediately put her hand on your head and start playing with your hair.

"Okay... Next?"

Ranpo cleared his throat.

"Johnathan Burke, manager of the café..."

This time, Katai clarify his reasons.

"Stalker pay them for keeping you on Closing Shift."

Ranpo named the third accomplice.

"Samson Beck, police officer, it seems, he and Stalker knew each other. Ollie Foster and Lennie Finch, two students. They..."

You finished.

"Don't like me. Especially after I moved in with you."

Ranpo nodded.

"Yes, unfortunately. And, there are three more names. I have never heard them before. Justin Blackwood, Angela Blackwood and Tory Swanson."

You perked up, hearing these names. You jumped from the couch and snatched the list from the Ranpo.

"And here I hoped that it was a hallucination and I didn't see these three names."

Everyone stared at you. You quickly explained.

"Justin and Angela are my uncle and aunt. [C/N]'s parents."

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"I assume, they also liked to call in the middle of the night?"

You mumble something and shrug. You took a pen from the table and start spinning it, trying to calm down.

"Maybe? At least, they never called me in the middle of the night. As for Tory, she is my cousin, I guess. We are not blood related, she is Justin's niece."

Atsushi looked puzzled.

"Okay... What do they get from helping Stalker?"

Poe, who was checking chats, spoke.

"Well, they mentioned something about... inheritance and old hotel. And, being ready to help Stalker get you."

You snatched the phone from Poe and stare at the screen.

It was true. You recognize your aunt's number.

SNAP

Blue ink from broken pen coated your hand. The plastic remains of the pen fall down on the floor. You were breathing hard. You gave the phone back to Poe.

"Because of inheritance... They are ready to destroy my life... Sold me to a creep. And here I thought, they wanted..."

You breathe in and out.

You glance at your dirty hand.

"I need to clean myself up."

You turned away and left the living room.

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You frantically soaped your palms. Hot water were burning your hands, but you didn't care. A million thoughts fly in your mind and none of them were pleasant.

You were crying.

One week ago you got a message from Aunt Angela. She said, that she and Justin wanted to visit you the following week. You were happy to see someone from your family again.

But, with that family you don't need enemies.

You heard, how someone open the door. You catch Kouyou's reflection in a mirror.

Then you were embraced by her. Kouyou whispered.

"You can cry as much, as you want, Dear Flower. I will be there."

You sobbed, hiding your face in her chest.

"They were thinking about inheritance... They didn't care about me!"

Kouyou lightly pet your head.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be alright. We won't let them hurt you. I won't let them hurt you."

Kouyou cupped your face. You looked directly in her cherry-red-eyes. She kissed away two stray teardrops from your cheeks.

"I promise."

You hugged her again.

"It's just... I thought, that they are my family. That, they, at least, shouldn't be against me."

Kouyou kissed your temple.

"Not all families are supportive. But we will support you. Always."

You sighed.

"True... Can we stay like this for a moment? Then we will return to a living room?"

Kouyou nodded, placing her hand on your head.

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When Kouyou and you return to the living room, others looked troubled. You were standing with your back turned to her while Kouyou hugged you from behind. You explained everyone about your aunt's messages. And about wanting to meet you.

Right in the middle of explanation, you got another message from her. You read it out loud.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Let's meet tomorrow and have dinner together! Your uncle and I will wait for you at the "Sakura" restaurant."

You raise an eyebrow. "Sakura" was a wanna be Japanese restaurant. Cheap, with bad food. Because of that, during Charity Fair, they almost had no clients.

Good place for a kidnapping. You rub your forehead. You are getting a headache.

Mori stand up. He came closer to you, stand near Kouyou and put his hands on your shoulders.

"Don't worry, My Darling Guiding Light, tommorow, you will be under protection of Port Mafia. And we will show them, what will happened to people, who cross you."

You looked at Mori with gratitude.

"Thank you, Ougai. So..." you looked at others, fixing your gaze on Port Mafia members. "Who want to meet my family tommorow?"

________

That night you spent in your room.

But you weren't alone.

Once again, you were in a middle of cuddle sandwich.

You were laying face to face with Kouyou. You ran your fingers through her hair, that she let down. Koyouu's fingers were massaging your temples. From time to time, she ran her fingertips up and down your face.

Mori was spooning you. He put his chin on the top of your head. Your legs were intertwined. His hands were wrapped around your midsection. From time to time, he gave you an affectionate squeeze.

And, once again, you felt safe.

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chvnssecret · 2 years

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All for me.

warnings - jealousy/angst - angry sex - payback sex - throat grabbing - mentions of alcohol - possessive dom!minho - reader has a vulva - spanking - edging - head (f receiving) - please leave if you are under 18.

The wine slipped down your throat nicely after yet another swig. Chatting amongst others, you swirled your glass of alcohol in your hand as you watched everyone in the room. Attending events had never been your favourite thing, anxiety took over completely until the wine kicked in. It was Minho’s event, he had a new signing at work and decided to celebrate with around fifty plus people. The hall was beautiful, delicate patterns were sprawled up the walls and the huge chandelier hung ethereally above everyone. An argument between you two had taken place moments before starting the event, he invited his female coworker that so has a thing for him. It knocked you sick; the thought of her being in the same room as you. She’s no competition or threat, but men will go for anything with a pulse.

You decided to plant yourself in the corner of the hall, drinking your wine anxiously whilst watching the busy people chatter away. Every now and then, Minho would walk past without even passing you a glance. You noticed him talking to several people and not even paying attention to you or introducing you to them. You took a seat, the slit in your satin dress rose up your thigh a little more as you downed the rest of your red wine. “Hello, stranger.” A familiar voice came from beside you as the other chair became reserved. “Seungmin? What are you doing here?” You smiled at your ex best friend as you pulled him in for a friendly hug. “I joined the company not too long ago, we were all invited. Why are you alone?” He questioned. You thought it wasn’t obvious that Minho was ignoring you, maybe it was. “I just don’t like crowds.” You lied. Of course, you don’t like crowds, but you’re really hiding away because you don’t know anyone here and your stubborn boyfriend is avoiding you at all costs. “You look nice. You haven’t changed.” Seungmin smiled as he eyed up your scenery. Compliments always made you shy, so a mere slap to your mouth with your hand was enough to make him laugh. “Oh stop it, it’s only been two years.” You laughed at the reminiscence of you two. It’s a shame work took over, otherwise you’d still be as close as you were. Unfortunately he had to work overseas so it definitely drifted the two of you apart. Minho seemed quite pleased; he always accused you two of seeing each other behind his back. That’s the main reason you’re so shocked why he’s here, he’s the last person you thought Minho would invite.

From your peripherals, you saw Minho chatting amongst three people, one of which being the girl that clearly likes him. The way she throws herself on him when she laughs or stares at him lovingly when he talks. A pit in your stomach became warm with jealousy; knowing you needed revenge. Minho was only around six feet away from you and Seungmin so he could probably hear everything if he wanted to. Your plan of action took place, laughing loudly every time Seungmin made a joke. You also decided to make a thing of slapping his leg whenever you laughed and leaning into him slightly. Minho had glanced over a few times, pretending like he doesn’t care but the look in his eyes made you nervous and excited. It seemed he had stopped conversing with them since he had made a B line for you and your old friend.

“Seungmin. How are you finding the event so far?” The fake smile on his face was sickly sweet as you watched wistfully. “It’s all good. I thought I’d come over and keep her company as she looked lonely. We’ve just been reminiscing on the old times.” The poor boy had no idea of Minho’s hatred for him. It’s almost a vendetta. “I’m glad you’re both enjoying yourselves. I’ll leave you to it.” His eyes didn’t lose contact with yours, making you grow more nervous by the minute. You counted down the minutes until the event finished, sighing happily when it finally did. The end result was you and Seungmin laughing and chatting away for the last two hours, it’s amazing how you two never run out of things to talk about.

Taking off your heels was the best feeling ever. You shoved them under the bed lazily as you headed for the bathroom to take your makeup off. The door slammed, making you jump out of your skin slightly. “What the fuck was that?” Minho exclaimed from the bedroom. “What was what?” You played dumb; not knowing which way this would go. “You being all over Seungmin. He was basically drooling on you and you just let him?” He argued. His words didn’t hurt, you knew exactly what you were doing and was glad it worked. “Yeah, totally. That redhead looked nice, I’m sure you’d know all about that.” You fought back unbothered whilst cleaning your mascara off. “Really? She’s a colleague and that’s it. You was rekindling an old flame, don’t turn this around on me.” He spat. You scoffed and didn’t even respond, not even caring the slightest to argue again. “Cat got your tongue, hm?” Minho was now standing behind you in the bathroom, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You went to shove past him to leave, but his hands grabbed your waist tightly. “No. You don’t get to run away that fast, baby.” His whole demeanour changed with a click of his fingers. The grip he had on your waist and the raspiness of his voice made you hot between your legs, rubbing them together for friction. “Let me make you feel good.” He kissed all over the back and side of your neck, tilting your head for better access. Now this is exactly what you wanted. He slipped the spaghetti straps of your dress down your shoulders slightly, caressing your arms and kissing the tip of your shoulders. The dress fell to a pool around your ankles and left you standing there in your matching underwear. “This is what you wanted, hm? Make me jealous so I could fuck some sense into you?” He taunted as you shook your head no. “Don’t lie. This is exactly what you wanted.” He chuckled into your collarbone as he lifted you onto the bathroom sink. Your bra was now removed, with Minho’s big hands massaging and kissing them. Your head rolled back with satisfaction as you moaned his name. “That’s it. That’s the name you want in your mouth.” His pure jealousy turned you on further, spreading your legs and hoping he would get the hint. Another chuckle left his throat at your neediness, squatting slightly to access your heat. He kissed from your ankles, to your calves, to your thighs and finally around your wetness. He avoided the clit, making you yearn for the sensation of his lips on your nub. His lips were gentle all over your folds, kissing your throbbing hole and finally your sensitive clit. You arched your back slightly at the feeling, pushing your pussy further into his face. He gripped your hips again, holding you into place as he licked from the hole up through your folds. His tongue started working around your clit, swirling in circles and sucking on it. Your legs tightened as you became close to your climax, only for Minho to pull away. “What the fuck?” You groaned as he pulled away. “You’ll catch your high on my demand, honey.” He kissed you and you tasted all of your own juices on your tongue as it fought with his. Once he realised your high was long gone, he attached his two middle fingers to your clit, circling the same way his tongue did. It became difficult to kiss back where you became breathless.

“Keep doing that. Feels so good.” You groaned into the kiss as he smiled. He felt you tense like you were going to cum, removing his fingers abruptly and sucking on them. “Minho, please.” You begged. He was irresistible and you couldn’t contain it anymore. “On my command.” He reminded you again, more firmer this time. He went back into his original position, going back to swirling his tongue on every sensitive part. You moaned louder each time, tensing your legs to intensify the orgasm and your body started to shake. Luckily for you, he went through with it this time, still sucking on your clit to ride out your high. You threw your head back in defeat as Minho wiped his mouth on your inner thighs. “I’m not done with you yet.” He stated as he carried you to the bed, dropping you without a care in the world. You bounced and scrambled under the sheets; scared of what he would do next. “You’ve been naughty haven’t you?” He stated as he unbuckled his belt. You nodded your head with puppy dog eyes; which sent him crazy. “I need to remind you who you really love. Who’s pussy this is and who’s person you are.” He slid one finger into your hole unexpectedly, attaching his mouth to yours in another lustful kiss. “Who’s are you?” He spoke between kisses. “Yours. I’m yours Minho.” You were desperate for his length as you spread your legs wider, shoving another one of his fingers into you. He seemed satisfied with your answer when he climbed on top of you, sliding his tip in slightly before the full thing. Almost immediately your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he gripped your throat. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He gritted through his teeth with each pump. He gripped both of your hands in one of his, holding them above your head as he leaned down to kiss your breasts. “All mine. All mine forever.” He hissed as his veins popped out of his neck. Sweat beads started dripping onto your chest, sliding down and tickling your skin.

He flipped you over so your ass was now in the air. The feeling of him sliding into you from behind made you arch your back further. His hand spanked your cheek once, making you wince. “I love you. But you’ve been a bad girl.” Another slap. His thighs slapped against yours and your ass lazily as he became more tired from the movement. “I’m gonna cum.” He spat out as his grip on your love handles got tighter. “Me too.” He sped up slightly and his cock started to throb with climax. Beautiful groans left his mouth as he rode out his high, pulling out and letting both of your juices drip onto the sheets. “You’ll think twice before talking to that dickhead again.” He spoke as he got up from the bed and into the shower.

#kpop #skz smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #minho x reader #minho smut #skz lee know #lee minho #kpop smut #hard hours #skz hard hours

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You gotta treat this like any other op and treat Lucy like any other UC. I know.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.21 - Going Under

I have said it before but the way this episode took a different approach to depict this undercover mission is fascinating. Unlike Lucy's first solo op that focused on how lonely it could be from her perspective, particularly in the montage at the motel, this one rather emphasised how she was always connected to Tim… The phone calls, the text messages, the surveillance… The laundry room… Or here at the hospital. That is not to say she was never alone : just that Tim was never far away. There was always an invisible tether biding them in some way… Like how Lucy immediately finds Tim when she enters the room, zeroing on him and greeting him in a very soft voice… It's not until she closes the door that she acknowledges the rest of the team. It's plain obvious that he's her priority and that she relishes being near him, even for a few minutes.

That leads us to the interplay between the different characters that is quite interesting. While all of them are here for the mission and Lucy, they each serve a different purpose. Sergeant Grey, for instance, is here to supervise everything… But mainly, he's present for both Lucy and Tim, making sure several times that they're alright. That's actually how he starts the meeting : by asking her first how she is doing, even though they don't have much time. Just like how he's the one constantly checking-in on Tim, looking at him directly when the conversation becomes uncomfortable with all the talks about Teska being potentially physical with Lucy. He stays silent, but he takes notes of everything. Then there's Nyla, who is there for her expertise and as a moral support for Lucy… and let's appreciate the fact that she's here at all, despite not being directly involved on the case. She wasn't there during roll-call and she certainly isn't the case officer. But she still took time to come up there in case Lucy needed advices… And finally, there's Wesley, who is laser focused on the mission and there to make sure that she follows the law. He's the one who is more matter of fact and pragmatic, like when he asks her if her meeting with Teska at the restaurant could constitute a date. He knows how difficult this conversation probably is for Tim but it needs to be done. And Tim very clearly doesn't like where this conversation is going. The way he looks back at Grey when he feels his gaze on him, then looks down… Or how he is going antsy and fidgety when Nyla mentions Teska being handsy… It's a far cry from his casual demeanor when the op started.

Speaking of… I'm a bit puzzled as to why exactly Wesley instantly thought that the meeting at the restaurant could be construed as a date, let alone a sign that Teska was in love with Lucy. The guy literally just met her and promptly threatened her to do his bidding - which Wes should know since Tim was listening in on the conversation… I can understand why they made sure to lay down the rules regarding sex. But love? I doubt very much that this was ever going to be a part of the equation… That said, his comment that 'love makes people do crazy things' could apply to Tim in a way. If it wasn't for Lucy, I don't think he would have ever considered being involved in undercover cases… And it did give us this subtle moment where his gaze turns to her when Wesley mentions love. This whole discussion also underlines how Lucy doesn't shy away from asking advices. She's portrayed as competent and confident, but not arrogantly so. She's not above asking others for their opinions and that's something that I think is done on purpose and is quite reassuring too : she's not being rash or trying to prove herself, which could be dangerous. But most importantly, it ties back to this notion that she's not completely on her own : she has a whole team with her. She has Tim as a safety net.

Even if she has to leave them behind at the moment… Including him. It won't last long since he will be back shadowing her at the restaurant, but this is the part where we can actually see the toll saying goodbye have on them. It's in the way he shakes his head and shrugs when Grey asks if anyone has any question : Tim is trying to act nonchalant and casual, but he's so focused on Lucy, drinking her in before she leaves, that he can't conceal the worry that is written on his face. Or how he has to accompany Lucy to the door… It's a small detail, but Grey, Nyla and Wesley make a point of staying right where they are, giving these two some privacy. Lucy's little smile when she opens the door and sees him at her side is so sweet : there's a part of her that is pleased at his gesture, and another part that is trying to infuse as much reassurance as she can in that smile before leaving. That is really when the distance between them is truly felt, escalating when Tim has to stay at the door while watching her go. He doesn't even close the door until she's out of sight, trying to prolong the inevitable. And once he does, Grey is right by his side, checking in with him… It's a bit ironic how he reminds him that he has to treat Lucy as any UC when he fully knows that Tim wasn't even treating her as any rookie back then… Long before they started their relationship. Still, the fact that Grey assigned Tim as Lucy's case officer says how much he believes in both of them.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #5.21 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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Which one of the brother are more likely to order your food when you ask them to?

(I’m really shy about ordering food and I have to ask one of friends to order for me)

((Order from most likely to least likely

Hey there, anon!

This was such a cute request! I really liked putting them out of order, too, since I normally do the brothers in order of their age/power. Thank you for the request!

GN!MC asks the brothers to order their food for them

Warnings: None aside from talking about food a lot. :)

Beelzebub

Can't imagine being too shy to order food, we all know that nothing would stop him. However, he wants you to be able to enjoy eating with him, so if you're too shy to order yourself, he'll happily do it for you. Doesn't question it, just agrees immediately.

Beel is certainly food motivated, but he's also protective of you. He cares about your comfort and wants you to feel safe in his presence. Honestly, he's just happy you're here with him, MC. He'll order for you any time.

Really he’s probably gonna order the whole menu anyway, so you could just have some of whatever he gets. But if you want your own serving, let him know and he’ll gladly order two of them.

After the first time you ask, he might order extra food just for you, especially if there's something specific on the menu he wants you to try together. If he's not sure what you want, though, he'll ask you first.

Mammon

Don’t worry about it, MC! The Great Mammon will order your food for ya! He's trying really hard not to expose himself. He thinks it's really cute that you asked him and he feels good that you feel comfortable enough to.

Will forever take it upon himself to order for you from now on. If you don’t tell him what you want, he’ll order you whatever he thinks you’ll like. This can be hit or miss, but he gets it right more often than not.

He might say something about how much you need him, but he's just trying to hide the fact that he's really happy you asked him. We all know he's the needy one, but he likes being able to take care of you, too.

If you tell him you're going out to eat with one of his brothers, he will corner them to tell them they have to order for you. Makes it clear that it's normally his job, but he's gonna let them do it this one time.

Asmodeus

Oh, MC, you are just so cute! Just leave everything to him! The first time you ask, he's not going to question you, he's too overwhelmed by how adorable you are.

He will order what you want, but be prepared for several extra things he’s ordering for you because it will look good on Devilgram. Don't worry if you can't eat it all, you guys can just pack it up for Beel.

Asmo is such a social butterfly, it might be hard for him to understand why you would be shy about this. After he's thought about it for a minute, he might suggest helping you gain enough confidence to order on your own. If you accept, he’ll have you practice on him. If you decline, though, he’ll accept that too. Simply takes care of it for you from then on.

Absolutely takes the opportunity to order you drinks or snacks if you’re at a party or event. If you don't drink alcohol (assuming they have real liquor and not just Demonus), he'll still order it for you so he can drink whatever you don't want. If you do drink alcohol, he's going to order each of you something different and then make you switch with him halfway through the drink.

Lucifer

He’s a little taken aback by your request at first, but this man likes to be in control so he recovers quickly and takes charge. Asks you what you want and how you want it, then delivers the order for both of you.

After the first time, he's not as surprised, but you do have to actually ask him every time. He's not going to just assume you want him to order for you. Ask him, though, and Lucifer will indulge you every time.

Much less likely to take over ordering duties than some of his other brothers. He likely knows your preferences, but he won't just guess at what you want. You have to tell him.

Might scold you gently. Honestly, MC, do you really think you can just ask him to do anything and he’ll do it? You both know that you can and he will, but saying stuff like that makes him feel better about it.

Satan

He’s a little confused at first because having someone order for him would make him crazy. You might have to explain yourself so that he understands why you’re asking.

Agrees reluctantly - MC, are you sure you don’t want to do it yourself? He's still having a hard time wrapping his head around it. Reassure him that this is what you want, though, and he will give in.

He's gonna ask you a million questions. What side do you want? What kind of dressing? Do you want your sauce on the side? What do you want to drink? Ice or no ice… etc, etc, etc. Satan likes to get things right.

Absolutely will not order for you unless you ask. Will not assume he knows what you want, either. Give him precise instructions about what you want and he'll do it, but expect to get into the details every time.

Belphegor

MC. Please. Don’t make him do things. Just let Beel order for you. That’s what he does. Pester him enough, though, and Belphie will give in. If the two of you are alone without Beel, he'll take over more readily. He'll probably complain, but he's going to do it for you.

Despite being the laziest of demons, he's still kind of glad you asked him. He understands that it means you trust him.

He will not remember what you like. He might remember your favorites, but not your general preferences. You're going to have to tell him exactly what you want. He will not just order whatever, only what you ask for.

Definitely won't order unless you ask him to. He probably won't forget that you prefer to have someone else order for you and he gets used to it enough that he doesn't mind doing it. But you're going to need to prod him into it most of the time.

Leviathan

A-are you crazy, MC?! He can barely order food for himself! He’s always worrying about being judged as a gross otaku and this extends to his food orders.

He might be convinced to do it if you can give him some kind of script. But most likely he’s going to get one of his brothers to do it instead. If it’s just the two of you, he will force himself to do it because he wants you to enjoy yourself as much as possible.

Tell him he did a good job. You’re going to have to praise him and maybe even comfort him if he’s really stressed out. If he's having a hard time recovering, you can distract him by comparing the food you receive to food you've seen in anime you've watched together. The aesthetics of anime food is something Levi can talk about for hours.

He won't ever order for you unless you ask and even then, he'll pass it off to one of his brothers if he can. However, he does know your preferences, so if he does pass off the task to a brother, he'll be sure to tell them what you like.

masterlist | part 2 with the side characters | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me heacanons #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #request #misc writes

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kess-in-the-perthchimzone · 6 months

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Mini fic: study rewards

(A monster hybrid of several prompts including Kang and Saifah talking, study dates at Sailom’s house, and BE A LITTLE SEXY)

After almost twenty minutes of effort, chewing on the end of his pencil the entire time, lips so very pink, Kang slides over his worksheet. Normally Sailom could do this level of math in his head while carrying on a separate conversation, it’s that easy, but he has to force himself to concentrate enough to grade. He actually marks one question as incorrect and then needs to go back and recalculate, realizing Kang had been right all along. At the end, once he finally gets himself together, he scores Kang a respectable 18/20.

“Nicely done,” Sailom tells him. He clears his throat after, hearing the hoarseness in his voice.

Kang preens, looking at him with bright eyes. “What’s next? English?”

Whenever Kang does his English homework, he has a habit of mouthing all the words to himself. Normally, Sailom finds it cute. Right now, though, if Sailom has to watch Kang’s lips move for another minute longer, he honestly might have to walk out of the room. Without meaning to, Sailom realizes that he’s reached up and is tugging at the collar of his shirt, fanning air down his front.

At his silence, Kang’s face starts to fall. “No? Chemistry then?”

Even though he shouldn’t be, Sailom can’t help feeling charmed by Kang’s sheer hatred for Chemistry. It’s the only subject he’s had to keep his goals for Kang at just barely above failing. Once Sailom made his peace that he wouldn’t ask Kang to strive any higher, he found himself enjoying the way Kang’s forehead always creases when he tries to prepare himself for any science work.

They’ve been going almost three hours. The sun has just barely started to set. Sailom wouldn’t be wrong to give him a break. And as much as the idea of what he wants to ask is making him shy, he knows how Kang is going to be respond. If Kang wasn’t excited about this, Sailom would genuinely worry he’d fallen sick.

“You did so well,” Sailom begins. He finds himself falling into the voice he would use if explaining a lesson. Instantly he has Kang’s undivided attention. “I think you deserve a reward.”

“Yeah?” Kang asks. A beautiful smile spreads across his face — Sailom’s favorite kind, all white teeth and youthful joy.

They’ve played this game a few times, always with the same prize — a kiss to the cheek — although Sailom has been working closer to the corner of Kang’s mouth as the days go by. Kang leans forward in anticipation, turning his head to allow Sailom better access.

“Did I tell you Saifah is working the late shift?” Sailom asks instead of closing the gap between them.

Kang blinks, confused. One of his hands falls to the table as if he’s holding himself in place. “No?”

“He won’t be home until tomorrow morning,” Sailom says pointedly.

Kang glances down at their papers, brow creasing, like he’s worried Sailom will suggest some special test.

“We’re all alone tonight,” Sailom says, emphasizing every word.

That’s when it finally clicks.

“Oh!” Kang says. His eyes drop to Sailom’s mouth. “Oh,” he repeats, more faintly.

“Let’s go to my room,” Sailom tells him.

Outside of those quick cheek kisses, they haven’t kissed since that night in Korat. Not like this — one of Kang’s hands on his cheek, the other carding through Sailom’s hair. It feels like something getting set right, steadying him, even as he increasingly feels like he’s being lit on fire. Every time their lips press, each time their tongues meet, they’re burning away the dried out husks of the hurt and pain of last month.

They needed this Sailom realizes — they needed to be reminded exactly how special that night had been to them before everything went to hell.

He can’t get Kang’s clothes off fast enough. Kang isn’t being particularly helpful, either — his arms keep getting in the way. He makes this low, whining sound every time Sailom separates them to pull fabric away. But Sailom wins for sheer persistence. He strips away both their shirts, then tugs down Kang’s shorts, before he returns to kissing Kang.

One of Kang’s hands goes to his ribs, flexing there, as if he wants to keep going down but isn’t sure of his welcome. The other drops to his favorite spot against the curve of Sailom’s neck. The feeling of his fingers just barely pressing against Sailom’s throat mends the last vestiges of something Sailom hadn’t even realized still was broken.

I’m yours, he thinks, splaying his hands against Kang’s strong chest. As Kang kisses him with barely controlled desperation, Sailom completes the thought for the very first time — and you’re mine. They belong together, the wind and the windmill.

He tears his mouth away. “Help me with my shorts.” he urges.

Kang’s eyes fly open. He looks flushed and startled, wanting, but a little scared too.

“What are we doing?” he asks in a soft voice. He means, I thought we were just kissing? Kang has been painstakingly careful about their lines since he last draped a towel around Sailom’s shoulders in a sleezy love motel. Sailom loves him for it, and at the same time wants to erase the fear behind that consideration.

Sailom catches him by the wrist, tugging his hand lower, until it rests against the hem of Sailom’s shorts.

“We’re blowing each other’s minds,” he answers.

Some time later, when the first morning light is shining through his curtains, Sailom comes awake suddenly at the sound of voices just outside his bedroom door. He sits upright, heart racing as he remembers punches landing in soft, unprotected areas; about the acute fear of a burning iron inching ever closer to his face. Kang! he thinks.

And then he remembers that Kang is already here — that they’d fallen asleep after they made love, which means Kang spent the night — and the fear turns icy. This time he pictures the way the bruises mottled Kang’s skin after their beating in the bike garage.

“Kang,” he says with terror, twisting to reach across the mattress.

His fingers land on smooth, empty sheets. They’re still warm, some part of his brain catalogues, even as his breaths sharpen.

As he awakens further, he realizes he recognizes one of the voices. It’s Saifah, with his I’m screwing with you voice. The response that follows is unmistakably Kang.

Abruptly the fear takes on a completely new context. Sailom scrambles out of bed and to his feet. He goes to the doors, opening them just enough to be able to see out with one eye.

The first thing he sees is the full expanse of Kang’s bare back. Kang stands clad in only his boxers, with a bottle of lemon tea in his left hand — one of the several dozen he’d insisted on stocking once they started studying here. Facing him, further away from Sailom, Saifah contrasts him with how he’s covered almost from head to toe by his uniform. Kang must have woken thirsty and gone to get a drink in time to bump into him coming back from a shift.

Saifah has his hands on his hips and a faintly disapproving look on a face. Sailom knows him well enough to understand it’s mostly show. He wonders if Kang does, though. With everything that’s happened, the two of them have barely had the chance to interact. Most of what Kang knows about his brother is from Sailom himself.

“What are you doing here?” Saifah asks.

Sailom watches Kang psych himself up — how he takes a breath and stands straighter.

“I studied with Sailom,” Kang says, managing to sound entirely sincere. His legs look almost as naked as the top of him, especially where Sailom can see the strip of paler skin above the line his football shorts normally fall to. At the base of his neck, Sailom can faintly make out the edge of a red mark where he’d spent a minute or two too long teasing Kang.

“It looks like you came for something else from my brother,” Saifah says.

“I came for tutoring,” Kang says. Then, he bravely adds. “Then I stayed.”

“How long are you planning on staying now that you’ve gotten what you want?”

Saifah obviously doesn’t mean for this morning. A pause follows. The muscles in Kang’s shoulder tense, like he’s bracing himself. Sailom cringes. He starts to reach for the doorknob, wondering if he should go out into the hall and put a stop to this.

“The rest of my life,” Kang answers. Despite the hesitation, there isn’t an ounce of doubt in his voice.

That only makes Saifah’s frown deepen. “Be serious.”

“I am!” Kang says. “I would stop spinning without Sailom in my life.”

“Are you always this cheesy?” Saifah asks. He makes a fake retching sound.

“When it comes to your brother, yes.”

Sailom finds himself smiling as he goes back to bed and curls up on his side, pretending to be asleep. Some short time later, he feels Kang ease into bed beside him. Kang tucks himself in close, all that bare skin warm from the air outside. He slides an arm around Sailom’s stomach. Then, he presses the briefest of kisses to the back of Sailom’s head. It doesn’t take long after for Sailom to fall into a real doze.

#dangerous romance #kess sometimes writes fic not meta #kanghansailom #dangerous romance the series

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bloodka · 1 year

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CHANGE YOUR MIND

Hakkai tries to change your mind out of breaking up with him and Mitsuya.

mitsuya x hakkai x fem!reader

warning: smut, degradation/praise kink, sub/dom, threesome.

a/n: hope y'all enjoy

"Honey?" Takashi mumbled softly while answering the call. "Yeah, no worries hun, I'm home"

"Who is it, Taka-chan?" Besides him, Hakkai asked looking for a few seconds up.

"It's y/n, she wants to talk with me"

"Is Hakkai with you?" You asked instantly. "That's even better. I'll be there as soon as possible"

You three had been dating in a polyamorous relationship for about five months now. It was Mitsuya's idea, since he realized he loved both you and Hakkai and could not date one without dating the other. Neither you nor Hakkai declined, glad to please the boy you both liked so much. And that's how the odds of your relationship began. But it was more of Mitsuya splitting his time to spend time independently with each of you two instead of participating all together, because while Mitsuya was in love with both of you, Hakkai was clearly looking foward him and only him despite your subtle tries to get close to him. And that was the reason you were walking miserably to Mitsuya's appartment.

"I like her"

"What?" Takashi asked calmly.

"I like her" Hakkai repeated one more time. "I like her, a lot. I feel stupid for not paying attention to her in the start of our relationship. I am going to tell her"

"You are her boyfriend as well, ya know?" Takashi laughed loudly.

"We all know we don't act like it" Hakkai looked at his boyfriend with a shy smile. "Imma apologize to y/n properly and I am gonna tell her"

About 15 minutes later, in your eyesight appeared the door of Mitsuya's appartment. You knocked loud enough for them to hear you but not hard enough to hurt your knuckles.

"Hey love, come inside" Mitsuya opened the door.

You didn't say much, just walked in his appartment and seconds later followed him to his room. There was no sight of his sisters or mother since they were in a school trip.

"Hi, Hakkai" You said sitting in the little sofa in Mitsuya's room. Hakkai looked at you for a few seconds at you and then went back to looking at the ceiling.

"Heyo, y/n" Playing it off he answered, pretending to be cool about everything when he was clearly nervous.

"So, hun, whatcha talk about, hmm?" Takashi sat down in a little chair that probably one of his sisters used for playing.

"Yep, I need to talk with you guys" You started. "I've been thinking about a lot of things lately and I came out to several conclusions, ya know? Lately I just feel like a third wheel between you two. I truly feel out of place taking Kashi's time which should be used... I don't even know, between you two. I really don't want to just hang around making you two uncomfortable, that's why I've come to the decision of breaking up. I really enjoyed being with you two, but you can continue without me"

Not feeling well you stood up and said a last goodbye before turning around and walking towards the door.

"Hold up!" Hakkai ran immediately after you, taking your hand and stoping you from continuing. "You and I, we gotta talk. Takashi can die right now, y/n"

"Is there anything you want to say, Hakkai?" Again you looked at him. Containing the reflect of crying you looked straight in his eyes. His psyche shivered as your orbes awaited for him to react.

"Yeah, there is this..." He looked at the houseplant in the back. "I've also been thinking about something deeply. I... I like you"

"Are you kidding me, Hakkai?" You nodded ironically, laughing sourly. "There is no fucking way, boy. You are head over heels for Takashi, there is no way you look at someone else as you look at him. Now, if you don't want me to beat the shit out of you, let me go, I am not in the mood"

As you reached for the door, Hakkai lifted you up entirely and took you back to the bedroom.

"I know I've been taking his time" He started in his way. "I know you are jealous and I am absolutely committed to make it up to you"

"No, let me go right now" You said clearly.

"Let me change your mind " He asked while putting you down again and closing the door after you.

"What are you talking abou...?" The words stopped coming out of your mouth when his lips went to yours.

"Pretend I'm not here for now" Mitsuya said without taking his eyes off his phone.

Your eyes did not shut, looking in disbelief at Hakkai's face as close as you could. He didn't move away more than a single inch to catch his breath back, and got back again to press his lips roughly against yours, opening his mouth to lick slowly your lips.

"I don't know how to take the lead" He accepted while resting his forehead against your shoulder. "It's usually Taka who does when we do it"

"What are you even going to demonstrate, Hakkai" Your hands traveled to his chin, grabbing strongly and making him look at you forcefully. "You're beyond pathetic"

His eyes widened and his face adopted a reddish color rapidly, unable to move.

"I am not joking, I am pissed at you Hakkai" Genuinely you said. "I'm not saying this out of sexual spite to turn your little ass on. You're ridiculous. How are you even going to change my mind when you can not maintain eye contact?"

"I- I don't know, y/n" In a soft voice he answered. "I'm sorry"

"Shut it, right now. Is not even your fault, damn" Realizing you could've made him uncomfortable you kissed him again. "Maybe you need an opportunity. I am going to help you... but not that much"

Your lips played for a long time with his, biting and licking from time to time, until you saw the opportunity to make him open his mouth, and when he did, you licked his tongue. A soft groan escaped his mouth.

"I know he goes straight to the point" Your hands went around his neck and you grabbed the hairs in the back of his head, while at the same time pulling him towards you. "You know nothing about how it is really done, Hakkai. That's the reason why you don't let a man do a what a woman can do better"

You being against the door helped you visualize Mitsuya, looking a little bit angry at you for stating openly he didn't knew how to fuck his boyfriend, but he did let it slide just for Hakkai to get his redemption.

Kiss after kiss, you pushed Hakkai to the bed, until you made him sit at the top corner. He looked at you still standing up with starry eyes for a second. You laid a loud kiss again on his lips before sitting on his lap with both your knees at each side of his hips.

It was really evident that his lack of experience with woman was interfering somehow, but you managed to grab his attention by taking off the shirt you were wearing. As his eyes went wide open you slightly questioned yourself. Went for a break up, might come out physically broken.

Hakkai hugged your waist tightly while returning to kiss you desperately, his hands were not holding you, his arms were stoping you from moving in any kind of way unconsciously. The kiss continued as he pulled your torso towards him, the union between your lips made an extremely sweet sound that started to resonate in all parts of your body. But it wasn't until he moaned closely to your lips when he made you sit on top of his growing erection that you felt a throb of pleasure.

His face went blushed instantly and he refused to look at you, hiding his face in your shoulder, but you couldn't wait for sliding your hands under his shirt and touching his abs. He, then, licked his lips while you were looking at him and kissed your jawline slowly, licking occasionally the zone, which made your body shiver. Hakkai’s hands moved at the speed of light down to your hips, rocking you back and forth to feel the friction between you two as much as possible. His eyes were shut. “Can we get naked?” Innocently Hakkai asked and fulfilling his petition clothes flew across Mitsuya’s room.

“Can you please ride me baby?” Hakkai asked, his voice almost breaking.

“You'll have to try harder Hakkai, c’mon, let me know how much you really want it” Outlining his neck with your fingers you said, proceeding to kiss his skin and suck on it until a hickey decorated the area.

“Please y/n, I can't anymore, I need you to ride the shit outta me, please use me, please”

It took only that for you to fold to his petition, so you lifted your hips and positioned his throbbing cock for you to sit in slowly. Its size stretched your walls and immediately you left a moan out. And Hakkai, Hakkai was about to pass out, from feeling your warm and soft pussy around him and from how nervous he was.

“Start slow, he gonna die princess” Mitsuya attempted to say to save his boyfriend from his pleasure deathbed.

Accepting Mitsuya's recommendation as Hakkai was genuinely holding on thin air to keep himself alive and not cum instantly, you didn't move for a few seconds until his own hands held onto your ass, slowly but firmly pulling you towards his lap, making his own way around your insides that ached for the contact.

As Hakkai got used to the feeling of your body, he moved his hands from your ass to your waist and held you gently, waiting for you to start moving.

“I-Is it convincing enough” He muttered as you bounced up and down in his lap. Your mouth slightly open letting soft moans escape while your hands held onto his shoulders for support. You didn't answer him but instead increased the pace, instantly making him growl and moan uncontrollably loud as your hips ascended and descended rapidly on his cock, with both your fluids running down your inner thighs.

The lewd sound inundated the room and soon enough Mitsuya got up of his chair and sat down besides Hakkai, unbuckling his pants and letting his brick-hard cock free.

“You both are doing it so well, I am so, so jealous” Mitsuya said with a deep voice, the one he gets when he is really horny. Neither Hakkai nor you answered his praise, as you had captured Hakkai’s lip seconds before and you both were eating each other. Mid kiss, you opened your eyes and saw at the corner of your eye Mitsuya stroking his own erection silently while he observed the union between yours and Hakkai’s body, licking his lips and sighting from time to time, so you decided to take Hakkai’s hand and place both of your hands on Mitsuya’s dick to help him touch himself, both moving erratically as you were mostly concentrated in bouncing off Hakkai’s cock but still with the good intention of helping Mitsuya.

“Ahh, y/n... ah, ah yeah” Hakkai let his moans out while he closed strongly his eyes and held on tight to your waist, making sure unconsciously that your cunt took all of him in every thrust. As he pulled stronger and stronger your body close to his you started feeling his body tensing up as he called your name over and over. “Ah! ‘m almost there... aaah y/n” His soft lips said as he looked to you with the hottest expression in his face, and after a few thrusts you felt his warm cum filling your insides as he moaned your name.

It took him some time to recover, but you hugged him while cleaning up the traces of tears of pure pleasure in the corners of his eyes.

“I can't believe it, damn” Mitsuya talked making you both laugh “Hakkai's first time with a girl, no way”

“That's kinda homophobic Taka-chan” Hakkai said hugging your waist and resting his face deep in between your breasts.

“I ain't forgetting what you said y/n” Mitsuya said extending his hand for you to hold “Be a good girl and suck the anger off me”.

Smiling for him immediately you got down from Hakkai’s lap and crawled in the bed to get to Mitsuya, who's hand went to your cheeks as soon as u reached him. “Do it, please me now” He ordered as he caressed your skin with his soft touch. Following his instructions you directed your attention to his cock, holding it with one of your hands and slowly licking the tip that was glowing from his pre-cum. Mitsuya immediately whimpered and tilted his head back, feeling your wet tongue wandering of his sensitive skin. It didn't take long for you to put his dick in your mouth and start sucking it as you moved your head up and down.

“Hakkai don't seat there looking stupid” In between moans Mitsuya said, implying for Hakkai to join you two. “Is it ok baby?” Hakkai asked and you nodded with your mouth full, he then proceeded to position himself behind you and hold your hips as he slid his still hard cock inside you. Having Mitsuya’s dick in your mouth did not stop you from moaning as you felt Hakkai inside you, stretching again your walls and thrusting delicately while holding your hips. As you got used to his initially slow pace you continued to suck always with Mitsuya's hands caressing you.

Hakkai then increased the speed, making your movements sloppy and causing Mitsuya to star loosing it, moaning loudly as you placed his dick completely in your mouth being unable to control your own actions.

“Ahh this literally heaven” Mitsuya said sliding one of his hands through his hair as he looked at you in the eye for a moment “Who's my good girl? Who's my good boy?” He continued whimpering with lust in his voice.

“I am” Both Hakkai and you answered at the same time. Every thrust Hakkai gave you made your body bounce and hit Mitsuya's dick as deep in your throat as it could get. With the dirty sounds of your bodies mixing up and the desperate moans you all let out the room got filled of noises that aroused all of you even more.

Hakkai's thrust to your body got louder and harder every time, the collision between your ass and his pelvis sounder louder and louder as he held you by the hips and threw your body as closest to his as possible. You felt his big cock stretching your pussy as he moaned your name, but also hearing it from Mitsuya as he got closer to his orgasm.

“Ah yeah! Just like that, yeah” Mitsuya's soft voice said “’Bout to come baby... ahh” It only took him a few seconds after saying that to finish. Your mouth instantly got filled with his semen and he screamed your name.

“Oh god” Hakkai muttered breathing loudly. His accelerated pace started to make your vision go blurry and you started feeling your mind cloudy from the excessive pleasure you were receiving. “Hakkai ‘m so close” You moaned resting your face on Mitsuya's lap. Hakkai did not wait and went as fast as he could, making you cum and finishing too in a matter of seconds. You both took some time to catch your breath back, laying down hugging the other two, kissing their lips and telling them how good they did.

“So... y/n” Hakkai called “Did I convince you? Did I change your mind?”

“Hmm, Can I get another try to see?”

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pangtasias-atelier · 4 months

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Summoner's Sedentary Supports: Corrin

After taking time and struggling to write smaller sizes without going crazy, so going back to writing absurd fat fuck sizes was easy though I still crave to embellish like blob sized dialogue without stretching it so much lol. Hopefully enjoy cause had fun just blurring this out.

Warning: This is a fetish story!

In the very distant, most remote wing of the Order of Heroes brick white castle—the area originally physically remodeled a couple of years back before being magically reinforced another year afterwards—the entire wing is only occupied by the Order's summoner and all of the men he's supported. The area would appear vacant from the lack of activity in the expansive hallways, if not for the loud whirring of machines sounding out from every room alongside the small yet incessant tremors that ring out from varying unknown gurgling sources, said sources all ones that Kiran intimately knows and takes care of. The only room that currently displays some different sort of sound is Corrin’s.

“Oh come on, no need to be shy,” Kiran lays down on Corrin’s corpulence, using the widespread flabby shoulder fat that’s coalesced with his numerous neck rolls as well as his plump, overly swollen breasts. So unused to being allowed to whatever he wishes, Corrin indulges himself and Kiran, gladly allowing himself to be fattened up as he craves to be, no longer having to adhere to a strict schedule. Corrin’s lard near his face is practically indistinguishable from the rest of his landscape of fat. The main distinguishing feature showing Corrin’s head is his silvery mop of hair. Not that it helps all the time with how much his face sinks into his blubbery tonnage. Kiran caresses Corrin’s face. His bloated cheeks spread out on both sides of his face with all the flab stored into them, each ponderously sized jowl far too fat for Kiran to handle just one with both of his hands.

Corrin merely whimpers. His eyes focus on anything but Kiran. Unfortunately, everything else besides Kiran is either the walls in the distance or the lard of his own enormity, nothing else in the room besides the two men, and Corrin takes up almost the entire space on his own even with a spell meant to infinitely expand the room to accommodate for Corrin’s immense, ever growing weight. Corrin's size leaves him more of a blubbery blob than a man. All of Corrin's weight is well spread out, every single inch of his immobilized figure pumped up with fat, fat, and more fat. So much of Corrin to go around, even his tail has gotten much wider; the large, extra limb which once used to be nearly as big as him back when he used to not weigh several multiple tons of lard is now fat enough to smother an entire mattress from its width alone, and yet even his fattened up tail manages to look small compared to the rest of his enormity, his tail wedged in between the insurmountable cascading hills of fat for an ass.

The portal leading to Corrin’s mouth—a portal linked to a location supplying him an endless torrent of buttery laden, fattening Hoshidan and Nohrian food that only Kiran knows about—now sealed off, Corrin’s faint blush from Kiran’s remark slowly evolves into a darker, more vibrant hue, the light dusting of pink of his jowls turning a much more noticeable red; partially from Kiran’s remark, but mostly from the bit of peckish hunger he feels in his room crushing belly quickly growing into an empty starving pit that begins to demand food in mere minutes of going without even so much as a little snack to satisfy himself.

And do so loudly, a thunderous growl of a tremor resounding from his tremendous gut, enough shaking caused to leave Corrin a wobbling mess, his numerous, countless rolls of flab sloshing against each other for quite an extended period of time. “Hnnngh,,,” Corrin whines. So unbearably hungry, he looks at Kiran, the summoner’s own prodigious 600 pound figure surrounded by Corrin’s own. “I waaghnnnt…moooore -wheeze- fooohhd…” Corrin’s eyes droop. His energy nearly depleted, he gets just what he needs to recover the recently spent calories—calories wasted to both Corrin and Kiran.

And Corrin’s body does desperately need the food with his body requiring such an absurd amount of calories simply to keep his weight stagnant. Not that either man intends to maintain such a goal, Corrin stuffed with more and more each and every single day to keep him growing. At such an excessively high weight, Corrin’s gut is large enough to cover up his sizable room back in the Northern Fortress, twice as much in fact, and his entire body spreads out far enough to take up as much space as he was allowed to roam in the moderately sized abandoned fortress he grew up in. Corrin's large immensity manages to remain somewhat dressed. All thanks to Kiran’s magic. Likewise, his room is enchanted with the same expandable magic to grow and contain all of him. Corrin’s simple attire highlights nearly every inch of flab on his figure. Not all of his corpulence is clothed despite the enchantment on the clothes. Corrin’s stretchable black workout attire he always used to wear underneath his armor—back when he could actually lift and swing a sword unlike now where talking is the most strenuous thing he does in a day—is now all he wears. The top black tank barely fails in fulfilling its job of covering up his immense, rotund belly, instead doing its new job of showing off the lurching mass of adipose that makes up the lowest roll of many on his stomach. And despite making it past his cavernous belly button, the fabric clings to his navel, the outline of it showed off just like the rest of him. Corrin’s stomach resembles a nearly toppling massive stack of hotcakes, each roll on top of the other just ever so slightly coming close to oozing far enough to sag and overtake its lower roll. Unlike Corrin’s gut, his breasts are practically exposed in their entirety, the sides of his massive tits spilling out the sides of his sleeveless top. Corrin’s own breasts are large enough to come close to rivaling his transformed state. The crevice of space from where his chest presses up against each other seems to suck in the fabric of his top, the upper portions of his rack also visible. Only around half the width of each breast is covered up, his wide, puffy tits ever so slightly pressing up against the edge of fabric with the rest poking out. And they press up against Corrin’s useless arms. Corrin is completely incapable of moving his arms with how wide and heavy they are, multiple men required to lift up just a single one of Corrin’s engorged biceps the size of tables. Corrin’s wrists are in the same situation, the flabby wrists swallowed up by his bloated forearms much like his biceps do to it, Corrin’s elbows completely unbendable as a result. His hands fare no better; the bloated digits can only just barely be wiggled much like his toes. Corrin’s pants manage to cover the expansive hillside for legs. The patterning on them is so stretched out from his blubber so as to leave it completely unrecognizable, the meant to be solid shapes bloated out into massively rounded out spheres much like his actual body. Corrin’s thighs are partially trapped underneath the expanse of his gut that extends far past his feet. And Corrin’s ass juts out far out behind him, the black mass of stretched out fabric only broken up by the smidge of visible white from the underside of his engorged tail which doesn’t go as far out as his enormous, shapeless rear.

“Coming right on up. Like I’d let such a big, handsome dragon waste away,” he says with a quick snap of his fingers, a portal summoned back up just for Corrin. Food immediately begins to pour out the portal within seconds, carb laden noodle dishes of ramen and pasta magically rushing their way to Corrin’s face. The magic practically ends there, Corrin’s greedy and noisy guzzling all his own doing as he opens his mouth wide and tears into every mouthful of food flung his way.

Corrin goes on for quite some time, his eating only slightly slowing down as he begins to huff and pant. But Corrin says nothing, a slight pathetic little whimper occasionally sounding out in between the entire dishes he devours like appetizers.

Simply enjoying the peace and comfort from resting atop Corrin’s overflowing bed for a bed, Kiran grins up hearing him. He opens up an eye, glancing at his sunken face. “If you want something, you gotta tell me,” he pats and rubs Corrin’s flab, not even sure of what exactly he grabs with so much of him to grab. “Remember, I’m here to please you,

“I crahveh…-uhhhrrgh- ishhee -nggnhh- creahmm…” Corrin demands while diligently stuffing himself with everyhitng given to him. “-huff- Pleasshe,,,,” Corrin throws in after a massive belch, another whine coming from him in between all the food happily allows to be shoveled down.

Kiran closes and opens a portal, instantly replacing the food upon Corrin’s request. “You keep enjoying yourself and I’ll make sure to keep you well fed,”

“Hnnnghh mmmhmmm,” Corrin lazily replies with his eyes closed in contentment. Corrin’s moans grow louder as the warm pasta becomes replaced with a cold deluge of strawberry ice cream mixed with chocolate fudge slushing down his gullet.

Kiran speeds up the volume of ice cream pouring into Corrin’s mouth, his moans growing more muffled despite his increased enjoyment. “Extremely well fed,”

#fat emblem #my writing #ssbhm #feeder emblem #fat fiction #maleweightgain #the S supports

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harlowcomehome · 2 years

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jade defending y/n how hazel did jack

Cause we all know hazey girl is her father mini me and jade is a mini y/n- 🧌

“Don’t touch my mommy!”

It had been over a year since you had seen your best friend Destiny. Life had been pretty hectic for the both of you, she opened her own business back in your hometown and you living in Louisville, which wasn’t a little thirty minute drive like it used to be. You were both busy, but kept in contact constantly.

Both of the girls talked to her over FaceTime calls and Hazel had met her several times so she was familiar with Auntie Destiny but Jade didn’t remember her, only being two years old. You were excited for Destiny to come visit. It’s all you had been talking about for weeks and Jack thought it was really sweet to see how excited you were.

Jack had an album release at the end of the week and Destiny always made it a point to come to them, you looked at her like a sister more than a friend. Jack understood it, you felt about Destiny the way he was with Urban.

“Baby, did you wash the blankets?” You said as you put the sheets on the bed in your guest room.

“Yeah babe, folded and put in the closet” Jack came into the bedroom “you could’ve asked me to do it” he laughed as your struggled to get the fitted sheet on. “It’s fine, just make sure the girls eat breakfast.” He nodded, giving you a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room.

You finished putting the bed together and checked your phone for the time. You placed the gift basket on the dresser next to the bed, you always loved to give gifts as a way of showing your affection. When you walked out of the bedroom you saw Jack and the girls sitting at the table eating breakfast. “Do you have time to eat?” Jack looked at the time and you shook your head “eat it for me?” He nodded and you gave him and both of the girls a kiss as you headed out the door. “I’ll be back with Auntie Destiny1”

Hazel clapped and squealed and Jade couldn’t be bothered as she munched on her waffle.

The drive to the airport was pretty simple, you loved that. Destiny arrived right on time, you practically tackled each other to the ground when you embraced. “I missed you so much” she sobbed and you pulled back to get a better look at her, “you never cry! Are you okay? She laughed “I just really needed to see my best friend” she smiled and you helped her with her luggage.

“Where are the beautiful babies?” She asked with a tone of disappointment when you reached the car.

“I thought we could use a minute alone, Jacks at home with them” you smiled and she did too.

“Coffee?” You asked innocently, knowing it was your favorite thing to do together.

“Boba?” She suggested and you laughed, “I can do boba!”

You two went inside and sat for a while, sipping on your boba and just talking. You told her you were excited that she was visiting and you just started talking about life and everything in between. “I’m so excited to see little Jade, she looks so much like you as a kid” she laughed and you did too. “She’s honestly my mini me right?” She nodded “which is so crazy, Hazel is a spitting image of Jack and Jade is your twin too.” You laughed “Oh! I’m sure you noticed but she’s very shy like how I used to be, so just a warning. She may take a minute to get used to you.” Destiny nodded and the two of you headed back home.

When you opened the door to your house Hazel came running “Auntie Des Des!” Destiny picked her up and swing her around “there’s my Hazel girl!” Jack gave her a hug and then took her bags,. Jade was hiding behind him. You bent down to pick her up, she hid her face in the crook of your neck. “Jade, this is mommy’s best friend, your auntie Destiny.” Jade looked at her, still unsure but waved.

“Do you remember me?” Destiny spoke softly. “We talked about turtles, on mommy’s phone?”

Jade thought for a minute and nodded, you placed her on the ground and Destiny did the same with Hazel.

“I have a surprise for you” you giggled and Destiny rolled her eyes playfully “you don’t have to buy me stuff Y/N!” Jack came out of the guest room after he set her bags down “I told her” he teased and you both laughed.

“You seriously got me an entire basket?!” Destiny laughed and you blushed “I just missed you a lot okay?”

“A Cartier bracelet? Are you insane?” She laughed getting up from the bed and you ran from her knowing what came next.

“Destiny! Destiny! I swear!” You giggled as you hid on one side of the island in your kitchen. “We are too old for this!!”

“No you deserve to get tickled for that, you did too much” she laughed, chasing you around the living room.

Jack watched the two of you run around the house like kids as you tried to escape from Destiny. “Baby, help me!” You laughed and he did too “Nope, You deserve it” he laughed as he sat with Hazel and Jade on the ground playing with their dolls. Jade was annoyed though, probably because of the change in her routine and partly because it was her nap time and you and her aunt were being loud.

Destiny grabbed you and tickled you to the floor “mercy!” You yelled and she laughed, sitting next to you on the ground. Jade saw you on the ground and immediately stood up and ran over slapping the side of Destiny’s face “don’t touch my mommy” she said with a huff.

The silence was so loud.

You wanted to laugh but you knew you shouldn’t. You looked at Jack for help. After the shock wore off Hazel ran over “Jade, we use nice hands!”

Jack followed Hazel over to you. You and Destiny were looking at each other trying your best not to laugh.

“She was hurting mommy!” Jade looked up at Jack and huffed, crossing her arms and starting to poke her mouth out.

“Oh baby! Auntie wasn’t hurting mommy” you picked her up and sat her on your lap.

You motioned for Jack to go back to playing dolls with Hazel and he nodded, looking at you with wide eyes and you tried to suppress a laugh.

“Baby, we don’t hit” you sighed and you mouthed sorry to Destiny who was still trying to hide a giggle herself.

“Jade” she whispered, and Jade sniffled and looked at her, with teary eyes.

“I promise, I wasn’t hurting your mommy” she scooted closer and Jade leaned her head into you. You nodded at Destiny to continue.

“Jade, who is your best friend?”

“Mommy” she mumbled.

“And who else?”

“Hwazel and daddy” she mumbled.

“Well you know how Hazel is your best friend?”

Jade nodded.

“You’d never hurt her right?”

“Never” Jade sniffled.

“Your mom is my best friend too, she’s my Hazel” she smiled.

“Was just playing?” She asked as she rubbed her eyes.

“Tickling” Destiny said, knowing Jade knew that word.

“No tank you” she said and you both laughed.

“Do you forgive me?” She asked holding her arms out to Jade.

“I do” Jade nodded and gave Destiny a little hug before she ran back to Jack and Hazel.

“Looks like you have your own security guard Mrs. Harlow” Destiny teased.

“You should see Hazel with Jack” you laughed.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack #🧌anon

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lordgrimwing · 9 days

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On the Complicated Nature of Making Peredhil

[For @silmkinkmeme. Smut under the cut]

There was, Tuor mused over dinner, such a thing as being too close to the king.

“How are things going?” Turgon asked, leaning across the table to look at his daughter with the kind of eager expression apparently all parents of any race wore when hoping to hear they would soon be grandparents.

Idril took her husband’s hand. “We’re still trying,” she said fervently, squeezing Tuor's hand as though he was the one who needed reassurance. “We’ll figure it out. We really want a baby.”

Tuor fought a losing battle against a blush. Really, did they have to talk about this right now? Of course, he wanted a child just as much as Idril did, but there was no telling if a Man and Elf could have one, and the passing months since their wedding were not heartening. Beyond that, he wasn’t keen on discussing his love life with his father-in-law of all people! He would have a grandchild from them or he would not, and more memories of conversations like this one wouldn’t make the desired outcome any easier.

Turgon sighed and sat back in his seat. “Do tell me if there is anything you need. Anything at all.”

No, no, he might actually shrivel up into a dry husk if he had to ask the king for assistance with this.

“If only there was,” Idril lamented.

Tuor wasn’t sure he could make it through the rest of the meal. This was too much, far too much. He was only a Man: he had limits.

Luckily he was spared from an indecent exit when Maeglin, Idril’s dark cousin, slammed his soup spoon onto the table and stood. “Excuse me,” he said between gritted teeth and stormed from the family dining room, brown robe swirling in his wake.

Turgon sighed and shook his head. Idril rolled her eyes. The conversation moved to safer topics. Tuor made a mental note to say something nice to Maeglin and do him a favor if the Elf wasn’t too snappish the next time they crossed paths.

As soon as dinner finished, Idril whisked him away to their private rooms.

After some delightful foreplay in the dim lantern light (Idril herself never seemed bothered by the dinner conversations, but Tuor found he needed at least half an hour to unwind), they got about the business of trying to make a baby.

The trying part of making a baby, it turned out, was very enjoyable. He’d known it would be thanks to several indiscrete stories and several discrete evenings with only himself for company, but knowing and experiencing were two very different things. Idril would adoringly tell him that it was just as good for her when they lay sweaty and breathless in each other’s arms afterward. He desperately hoped she’d still want to partake in the act after they had children (always ‘after’ never ‘if’), but he wasn’t sure it worked that way for elves and was still too shy about the whole thing to ask—but it didn’t look like he was short on time, after all.

They were on the bed when he finally pushed into her.

A satisfied moan slipped past his lips. His fingers caressed her hips and the soft swell of her legs as he held her up against him. She sighed, head falling back against the pillow, beautiful golden hair spilling out around her like the rays of the sun. She reached the long fingers of a hand up to pet between her legs, and her fingertips brushed against him, grazing lightly with the nails as he moved inside her.

Making love to Idril was divine, the closest he’d ever get to bliss.

But if their shared passion and love weren’t enough to inspire a baby into being, then Tuor really wasn’t sure what would.

“Let me try something,” Idril breathed after a minute when he bent forward to kiss her.

“What?” He asked with a grunt. He wasn’t very good at carrying on a conversation while they were doing this.

“I think–” she paused to roll against him, tilting her hips for a better angle that he was very happy to assist her with. “You do not know how to Will our child into being. It is–” she moaned– “different for Men.”

“Yes.” He gasped. She should be pregnant many times over by the way of Men.

She wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer. “If you might let me into your mind, maybe I can find that Will for you.”

She probably could have asked anything of him just then and he would have done it, even walking into Angband like a fool to challenge the Dark Lord. He had to stop moving to find the wherewithal to pull down the defenses the Elves taught him to build around his mind. She whined pitifully at the loss. He kissed her ear.

“I’m ready,” he said.

“Please,” she said, breathless and flushed, “continue. If you do it the Mannish way and I the Elvish, perhaps we will find what was missing.”

With a groan as she squeezed him, Tuor rocked his hips against her, looking for the rhythm from earlier. He knew he found it by the way Idril’s pleased sounds grew sharp and the quickened rise and fall of her bosom. He had no idea what she was planning to do in his mind, but if she wanted to do it while they were doing things the Mannish way, she’d need to hurry up.

Something slipped inside of him. Not inside his body, of course, he knew what that felt like—getting wounded in battle wasn’t a sensation he’d ever forget. This still felt a bit odd, even though he knew the strange not-pressure in his head was Idril and that he’d invited her inside. Not bad, but certainly very foreign. He flagged a little, fighting to keep going while she did whatever it was she was doing.

He tried to carry on. It wasn’t easy.

Oh, he still ached for her. Every fiber of his being yearned for her as her body writhed against his and her mind swelled against his. He thought, surely, he would melt from much more of this, of being so connected, of being both within and surrounded by her. Yet, the more he pressed forward and the more he tried, the further away his release slipped.

As the pressure grew behind his head, he was suddenly very sure that this was not something any mortal man was meant to experience.

“Idril!” He cried out, sudden and sharp.

Fear flickered through him like a blue flame. She was doing something inside of him and he didn’t know what—didn’t understand what it was or what would happen to him when she succeeded.

She pulled back from him, body and mind.

The pressure vanished from his head. He sagged forward, barely getting his hands out in time to catch his weight on the mattress instead of collapsing fully onto Idril. He gasped for breath, drenched in sweat that was quickly becoming cold.

She watched him with concerned eyes. “Tuor?” His name fell slowly and cautiously from her lips as she reached a hand up to brush his chest.

He thought he would flinch away from her but he didn’t. The fright that overcame him moments ago was quickly fading. He felt almost hollow in its wake.

“Idril,” he repeated, weak and wet this time as he collapsed onto his side next to her. “Idril.”

Her hands were on his face now, thumbs wiping away his tears. Oh, he realized belatedly, he was crying. He hadn’t meant to cry. Little tears continued to trail down his face.

“Tuor, my love,” she whispered. “What is wrong? Are you hurt? Did I—Did I hurt you?”

He shook his head.

“No.” The word came out raspy and ragged like he’d spent the last half-hour yelling but his throat felt fine. He took two calming breaths, chest rising and falling, stilling the tears, and tried again. “No, I’m alright.”

She was limp with relief. “You don’t look it.”

“I think I will be, shortly?” He tried, though it came out more as a question than reassurance.

“What was it?”

“I—you—” he struggled.

She didn’t rush him.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. “There was too much. Too much of you in me. I couldn’t—I couldn’t.” He clasped her hands fervently. “Perhaps we could try again? I just need to get used to it.”

“Oh.” She pulled her hands out of his but only so she could wrap her arms around his shoulders. “I’m not sure I could take feeling you panic like that again.” She rested her forehead against his. “Touching minds shouldn’t be like that. I—” and now she was the one hesitating. “I shouldn’t have suggested it like this. You are a Man and Men do not touch minds as Elves do, but I thought—I thought since Ulmo… Oh, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Sweetest,” he said when tears ran from her face to his. His arms joined the embrace, wrapping around her back. “I ache for you. I ache to have children with you, to raise them with you, to hear the soft sound of their little feet in the halls. I would endure so much to give that vision to you. Let me try again. Let me endure this for you, for us.”

She cried all the harder for his words. It was some minutes before she could respond. “Tuor,” she whispered, “Tuor, my loyal, brave, true husband. I don’t doubt your will, but I cannot do that to you again. Love, every part of me rebels against knowingly hurting you.”

They clung to each other for some time more, quiet in their separate thoughts.

At length, Tuor spoke again. “Perhaps,” he said, slow but sure, “we should learn to walk before we run.”

Tears dried, she leaned back so she could look at him better. “How so?”

“Well,” he said with a smile. “I have not seen many Elf babies in my life, but I imagine they cannot grow too differently from the children of Men. A babe will never run a mile if you set him on his feet straight from the womb.”

Idril snorted. “That’s not where my confusion sprung from. How would you propose learning to ‘walk’ before we ‘run’?”

“We overstretched our skill tonight, trying to run with everything at once. So it’s no surprise we fell short and scraped our knees along the way. Tomorrow, I propose we try again, but–” he raised a finger to stall her quick objection– “only to touch minds and only to learn the feel of each other.”

“Just to feel?” She repeated, considering.

“Nothing more: not to search for anything in me, just to know each other more.”

“That,” she decided, “is a wise plan. Though now you make me look a fool for rushing into this.”

“Never,” he promised. “I would never have thought of it without you.”

She leaned in and kissed his cheek and then his mouth, chaste and adoring. “My father should be proud to have such a wise son.”

Valar, Tuor thought to himself, could her father please stay out of this?

#help tuor just wants to have sex with his wife without everyone discussing it #maeglin also wants no one to discuss idril's sex life #turgon just wants a grandkid #idril would like to make a baby without breaking her husband #tuor #idril #turgon #maeglin #idril x tuor #gondolin #nsft #silm smut #grimwing writes

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friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n · 2 years

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Yesssss thanks for responding to my questions! Could u do headcannons for a Will Byers x Big! Scary! Himbo! Male reader?( So, basically the reader looks like he could kill you in a heartbeat and everyone’s afraid of him, but he’s actually just a sweet, shy, dumb puppy and If you can could you add that he has demon powers that turn him into a gigantic demon, horns, sharp teeth, 7’5, all that jazz kind of like hulk powers?) If you could do even some it would be Fantastic! I love your writing and no one writes for Will, even though he’s obviously 💅. Plz? 🥺Sorry this is a long request! Here’s a reward cookie if you read it all 🍪

A/N - I was smiling the whole time I read this, I love this, it’s so cute!!

>Will finds it awkward yet kinda funny standing next to you. He is this regular 80’s teenager while you are scarier and far more intimidating then Billy.

>But then, he also loves to see you be soft and dumb, cause bro, he loves it, and low key needs wants it.

>If he ever roped you into playing D&D with him, he is always reminding of the rules, cause let’s be honest, they are hard to remember.

>If any of his friends make fun of you, he defends you. If any of his friends make fun of him (whether they are joking or not is another matter.), you just have to stare them in the eyes and they’ll with probably piss they’re pants.

>Joyce 100% knows. Mainly cause she was the one who encouraged him to ask you out.

>Adding to that, Will confessed, I’m sorry, but you is too dumb to realise or even slightly catch onto Will’s MASSIVE crush on you.

>I imagined you found out about the whole upside down around after star court mall cause he was moving, and needed to tell you.

>That’s also when he confessed to you.<3

>And then on Christmas break, he found out about your secret. Probably cause you guys went on a walk at night and some guy tried to attack you’s. You only showed you horns, your very sharp teeth and that terrifying stare that didn’t match your personality.

>Honestly, your parent/Guardian had to drill it into your head that intimidation was one of the very few ways to avoid serious problems.

>He freaked out. Poor boy had horrible flashbacks to when the Mind Flayer possessed him. He looked at you afraid, and you thought he was scared of you.

>You definitely started trying explain yourself and almost suffocated yourself cause you hadn’t stop talking for 5 minutes straight (which neither of you are.💅)

>It naturally took him some time (a week or so) to fully get the idea into his head that he was dating a demon boy.

>I feel like you would also visit him in Cali every 3 weeks for the weekend just it makes you sad to be away from him.

>If you have insomnia, he will play with your hair, your head in his lap, curled up in one of his shirts he wore as Pajamas. Probably almost falling asleep too.

>Just cause you have the hulk powers basically, he calls you ‘Smashable’.

>El knows you two are 2 gays and finds it nice that Will is happy.

>Johnathan was wary of you at first, then warmed up to you when he found you both passed out, surrounded by chocolate and fizzy drinks and sugar galore, holding each other while grease is playing on the TV.

>Jonathan still scolded the both of you for all the sugar, and for being up past 1:00am

>After that tho, he's feels more calm about you.

>When you're at you full height, he likes to play hide n' seek. He knows you kinda suck at it.

>If you ever have your horns out, and you do something bad, he'll grab you by the horn and drag you down to eye level before proceeding to tell you off.

>He definitely has painted you, whether that be looking like a regular human and a demon. (The demon ones are strictly hidden around his place to not alert his family, he doesn't to worry them, they've been through to much)

>He honestly still doesn't know if you can swim, despite living in Cali and having access to several.

>When it comes to sleeping, boy is always sleeping on you. You're the big spoon unless he wants to help you fall asleep cause of your insomnia.

>Joyce loves to have you over. Your a great help to all her kids and even herself. It makes her happy to see Will is happy with someone who really loves him.<3

#stranger things #will byers #will byers x reader #will byers x male reader

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Fragments - episodes 15-18 author notes

Shall we sit back and go over the recent episodes together? C:

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.

Any theme song enjoyers? I associate this song with this moment, and generally with Exarch’s longing and excitement that can’t be shown. “And in my usual voice, I say, there you are”.

Go away grandpa, you crashed an otherwise perfect party :’>

Had this followed the msq more closely, i.e. had Feo Ul not been the first to find Vivi, or had it happened in an environment more familiar to him, he might've asked Exarch if he's shy, or just ugly. Kinda like if you’re a bully in your school, you might still wanna keep a low profile in a new school.

Vivi treads lightly in a new world, at least tries to. He doesn't yet know how thick or thin is the ice under his feet.

Exarch doesn’t know about the tree since he was busy waiting for Vivi in the Ocular, having just finished the summoning spell, tense and giddy, hood up and all. Minutes passed, nothing happened, then Exarch started getting antsy and finally turned on his tv to find Vivi in Lakeland.

“Hey it could’ve been your spine” I hope is clear: as in Vivi could’ve landed on Lyna instead of the aforementioned tree, not a threat to snap her spine in a fight. He knows better than taunting random people.. Moreover, people stronger than him x’D

Artist achievement unlocked: managed to make a hooded person look expressive. IN THE BACK VIEW.

SPROUT?!

He’s more cute than he deserves to be here and you’ll perceive him.

Being at the end of the episode, “we’re friends, yes” is the first and only line almost nonchalantly tossed to Vivi! Exarch wanted to buy time and observe him, how he’s changed, how’s best to approach him now.

..And Vivi needs rest and new clothes, he spent AN ENTIRE DAY in one outfit. We've seen him around several people so far, and, while he's always genuine, he's the most himself with Exarch, even at this early stage.

But yeah, he’s jaded, regrets many choices in his life and wants his money back.

Vivi's tailored for this ship. Before I even knew that I wanted to write a comic of this size, I asked myself, what condition does he need to be in at the beginning of ShB for the chemistry to happen? The answer was, well, "terrible". I’ve got the juicy deets, but you’d have to be patient and keep an eye out for more flashbacks sprinkled in throughout the story.

What matters now is that, finally, both of them are sufficiently tired to start noticing something else than gremlins in each other.

Have fun living with the knowledge that there’s no face where it’s supposed to be :>

Exarch has a way with the fae: don't flinch, offer them something nice. He offers rest to Vivi without hesitation, as soon as he sees his emotionally battered state. And, oh, he’s still an archer, landing that perfect shot first try. This here is a genuine spark of interest, surprise and gratitude in Vivi’s eyes.

I went balls deep with the visual subtext here. Despite being shown up close, Vivi’s broody face takes on a secondary role as his mind literally closes in on Exarch in that moment, on the mystery man that’s suddenly so unlike the rest. Even if he’s yet another quest-giver, even if shit’s on fire, he allows Vivi to go? Rest? Have some time for himself???? Exarch is, or is about to become, his only light in the darkness :3c

Exarch’s stiff posture is also intended here. He must’ve rehearsed this scene sooooooooo many times, he was prepared for hostility, interrogation, tantrums, but this Warrior’s indifferent and just wants to leave?

Magical boy de-transformation! Headcanon time, two of them even.

Firstly, the Tower can register living presence in its vicinity, a passive ability which Exarch can casually tap into. Being aware of an entire city’s population is, mildly put, overwhelming, thus he’s learned to shrink the “radar” area down to his Ocular, or wherever he’s at the moment and whenever he actually needs it. He feels that Vivi’s indeed left, therefore he can safely remove the hood.

Secondly, the hood shadow’s magicked. The panel above demonstrates how it’d look naturally, if it were a normal shadow. But he casts a pitch black glamour that also extends to his hair.

Just a cool crystal flare that I feel like showing off :>

None of you would believe me now if I said this isn't a horny scene? Although this looks lewd, for someone who’d spent a century clinging to memories and tales the lingering scent is just another confirmation that all of this's real. He can't even touch the WoL (or so he thinks), the scent could be the most he ever gets. Bearing in mind the stress of the day, I genuinely don’t think that he’s in the mood here. But no worries, he’ll get plenty of horny opportunities later on :>

The subtle characterization in the way he opens a door to a supposedly empty, still unknown room.

An unironically normal reaction to the Light, and shadowbringing \o/

This. This goes into my personal collection of the best vivifaces I’ve drawn.

He’s quick to react to a threat (?) popping out of nowhere in a supposedly safe room.

GOMU GOMU NOOOOOOO-

I know the arm’s too long, but I like to incorporate some animation princliples :>

The Champion of Eorzea uses a stick to cure a 100 years old depression, ca. 2023, colorized.

Vivi didn't mean to pierce him, actually. While the space's more than enough for living, it's still cramped for fighting as a dragoon, and he simply misjudged the distance while spinning around and lunging at the source of that eerie voice. There’s also an ooc explanation: I couldn’t quite align all of this in one frame, and thought hey, Ardbert’s a ghost, it’s okay to pierce him!

Both are quick to handwave the fact, and let’s be honest, self-defense of that sort must be a mundane thing for a WoL.There’s more important stuff to discuss. Both are desperate to vent to someone they could trust. They may disagree on things, but generally they vibe pretty well with Ardbert.

A lil shoutout to @agent-jaselin for commenting this under the respective episode. I almost forgot to point it out while making this post. Vivi tries to see if he can relate to another WoL, if his struggles are valid, or if he’s overreacting to a typical hero life. Ardbert had a whole friend group adventuring alongside him, the Scions don’t measure up unfortunately, on top of that Vivi (emotionally) stays the fuck away from anyone post-ARR for their own protection (and his own if he ends up losing someone else), so it’s not quite the same experience for him.

One of the few redeeming qualities: Vivi keeps his word. This's gonna be relevant in like 2025 :'>

He baby, THAT’S his problem.

From pointing his spear at him to comfortably undressing and falling asleep in his vicinity. Ardbert's possibly the first man to be asked to stay and not get laid by Vivi :’>

While the Crystarium and its people seem nice, it’s still Vivi’s first day (one loooooong day since the beginning of chapter 2) in a brand new world, and Ardbert’s the only somewhat familiar person here. A ghost? Even better. The supernatural’s easier to deal with and is less likely to backstab you.

The sweet-voiced hooded guy says that it’s okay, that he’s safe here.... Yeah that on itself is a flag for our mr doubter. He’s grown reasonably paranoid since ARR, (almost) everything he does has a nice cynical-flavored logic to it.

While this’s a wolgraha comic, it’d be bland without support characters. Ardbert doesn’t play a massive role in this particular story, still you’ll keep seeing him here and there.

The next several episodes focus on the main two and Feo Ul, they’ll claw their way in even if they were left out x’D

#shb spoilers #ffxiv #ffxiv: fragments #fragment ii: new world old friend #fragments talk #vivien rell #crystal exarch #g'raha tia #feo ul #lyna #ardbert #wol x g'raha tia #wolgraha #own: next lvl #ardbert hylfyst

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hey so how do you think Edward, Alphonse and roy would deal with having a crush and they’ve known each other for a good month and crush at some point is like “Oh. I like you. I know your busy, but when you’re not busy, would you like to go on a date with me? We can also just be friends too if that’s a no”. If they ask when’d this crush start happening, crush is like “=\\\) Since we first talked”?

Hi hi, thank you so much for the request. Since this is about several people I take a bit longer than usual, sorry. I hope I did well and you like it, I kind of rushed.

Fullmetal Alchemist Headcanons: Roy, Alphonse and Edward x reader who has a crush on them and decides to finally confess.

Roy Mustang

So, we all know him, he has always been loved by the ladies and he knows it. He knows he is good looking and he definitely isn't new to flirting too. So he has flirted with reader several times and automatically tought that is it only natural for them to fall for him. It was no suprise.

Mistakes politeness for shyness. Everytime reader worries about him before he goes on a mission he takes it personally and decides that it is because reader is falling for him.

"They can't get me out of thier mind."

If reader calls him to meet regularly he would assume they do that only with him and therefore think that they want to be by his side all the time.

When they confess he flashes them a sly smirk and proudly says: "I must say, it is no surprise to me that you have a crush on me, reader. I saw you glancing at me, you are always by my side and act so shy around me. But I do find it adorable, so I will go out with you when I have the time, yes."

Edward Elric

Oblivious.

The complete oppisode of Roy, he would mistake any potential signs reader gives him that have taken a liking to him, as them just being friendly and careing.

Since Alphone is always by his side I think he would catch up quicker and hint him that reader might be potentially having feelings for him. He would even ask them strsight up if he has the chance, but would never tell Edward. They have to tell him themselves.

Once again though, Ed has no idea what Al is talking about.

"You think they like me?..Yeah I also don't think they hate me. I am pretty good at making new friends these days right? You think they could help us find a clue to the philosophers stone?"

Like a scientist consumed by his work he would have to be told stright up, loudly and clearly by reader themselves or he would not get the message at all.

When reader does confess though, he is flustered. If they do it in the middle of a conversation he would be mind blank and forget what they were talking about.

"You..like me romantically?.. I think I need a minute to think about this..You want to go out on a..a date? Well..I definitely..wouldn't mind that..we should go out, mhm.."

Cannot look them in the eye and his cheek burn the whole time he speaks. Tries to think rationally and not make it a big deal but in reality he won't think about the stone for a good day or more after that confession.

Alphonse Elric

Get's it immideatly when he catches reader looking at him for longer than usual and smiling at him differently than at other people. Even though is he catches them looking at him he would first think that there is something on his face.

He is a cutie and would have a hard time being around them, he would suddenly become shy and start daydreaming about them, wondering if he is right that they have feelings.

I think he would quiestion his own feelings but wouldn't think about them too much. If he likes them why not go out with them?

" You'd like to go on a date with me? Okay, why don't we just go now? I walked past a nice cafe earlier. Let's go!"

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ser-rctslcyer · 2 years

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❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

with the gift shopist (tour guide) <3

Title: Morning

Pairing: Steven Grant x Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Request: ❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜ [Prompt from this list!]

Warnings: NSFW, Kissing, Dry Humping, Dry Orgasm [MINORS DNI]

A/N: Hope you enjoy the sweetness!

Giggles fluttered through the flat as Steven and you stepped in; his keys jingling as he set them down. Both of you were soared head to toe, clothes clinging to your shivering bodies after sprinting a block to get back to their place. He tipped toed to the kitchen, getting a small hand towel for the both of you to dry your hands.

“I didn’t expect it to pour down like that,” he apologized airly, a delightful grin still plastered on his lips.

“It’s fine, honestly it was fun,” your smile widened as you gazed at your boyfriend “especially when you slipped on the sidewalk.” he nudged you softly making you giggle.

“It was only a little bit funny.” he huffed and chuckled; a loud boom from outside started you both and the rain came down harder.

“I guess I am staying the night.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s letting up anytime soon,” he whispered; silence fell between you two as you gazed at each other, in what you could only assume was tension.

This was your first night at the flat.

You had only begun dating Steven a few months ago, Marc a month after, and Jake and you were still trying to figure each other out. Being with the boys was one of the most delightful relationships you had ever been in; even with the different levels of intimacy you all shared– you loved them for every little thing.

“L-let me go get you some clothes,” he sputtered out, quickly disappearing into the depths of his flat. You chuckle quietly, trying to quiet your own anxieties.

“I pulled out an extra toothbrush for you, which is sitting on the counter,” he placed the clothes into your hands “the towels are in the cabinet on the left and if you need anything else let me know.” he grins

“Thank you, baby,” you lean in and kiss his cheek, enjoying the way he ran his fingers through after.

“Are you sure you won’t get too cold waiting for me? I wouldn’t mind sharing– don’t want you getting sick,” you whisper towards the end, hoping your suggestiveness didn’t come off too strong. You watched as he blinked rapidly for a moment before his brain registered your words completely.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, I-I will be completely fine– just peachy,” he answers, waving his hands around frantically.

“Okay,” you try to keep the cheer in your voice before darting quickly to the bathroom. You didn’t give your brain a moment to worry about if you had gone too far, starting your shower immediately after you locked the door.

It was quick and before you knew it the warm water swirled down the drain as you turned it off. You dried your body with a pale towel and got dressed before looking into the mirror with a smile. You couldn’t help but admire the soft navy blue sweater you wore, your boyfriend’s scent wrapping you in a warm hug. You step out of the bathroom, finding Steven leaning against the counter as he whispered to himself– or rather Marc before he finally noticed.

“All yours.” you gesture to the bathroom, giving a small little bow. His eyes were so focused on you, his lips parting a small bit before shutting abruptly. Even in the dimly lit room, you could still make out the small flush in his cheeks and the shy smile you were used to.

“Uh, oh t-thank you,” you watch him wince at his stutter before grabbing his own clothes and rushing into the bathroom. It was hard to suppress your chuckle as you waddled to the bed before plopping down. The soft cotton sheets with the warm shower already makes you sleepier but you ignore it. You listen as the shower starts again, the sounds almost reminiscent of those outside. It’s not long before it stops and in several more minutes, Steven reemerges from the bathroom.

“Hiya.” he grins, as he lies down on the other side of the bed.

“Hello.”

“So how do we wanna do this?” he turns his head to you.

“You wanna cuddle?” you probe, gently poking his side.

“Is that even a question?” he hums, opening his arms, and you scoot closer as he tugs you into his chest. You throw your own arm around him, whilst his hand rests on your hip, massaging it sweetly. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, sighing contently. You both rested like this for several minutes, letting the sounds of rain pour over you both until you heard a distinctive sniff. You tilt your head up, peering at Steven who’s got the same flush as before.

“Sorry, you just smell like me,” mumbles against your hair, fingers dancing over your hip.

“It’s okay.” you smile back, nuzzling your nose against your chin.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” he admits quietly; this time you move back to look him in the eyes.

“Then do it.”

Those three words is all it takes for him to kiss you hard, moans leaving the both of you. You happily accept the plush warm lips against your own, opening your mouth to give him more access. He rolls you over onto your back, adjusting your legs around his waist before deepening the kiss. You hold tightly onto his shoulder, fingers digging into the white t-shirt as you buck your hips up against his. He pulls away for a moment, letting out the lewdest moan you’ve ever heard.

“Steven,” you gasp, feeling his hips roll against yours and his warm breath over your lips. He moves his hips slowly, dragging them in just the right angle against you. You can feel how hard he is through his sweatpants; you shudder, a tingling sensation running up your spine.

“Love,” he whines, rolling his hips deeper, nipping at your lips.

“Keep going, baby– please keep going,” you begged, rolling your hips as best you could against his. The friction made both of you moan loudly, clinging to each other as you got yourself off. Your orgasms hit hard, Steven moaning your name first, his hips stuttering as he presses his full weight on top of you. Your panting echoes through the room as you both come down off your highs.

“We’ll have to shower again,” he chuckles tiredly.

“Mhm, but this was so worth it,” you grin, brushing some of his curls out of his forehead.

After a few minutes of more lazy kisses, the two of you got up to go shower again– together this time. When you finally reached the bed, the two of you crashed instantly in a warm embrace.

The blinding sunlight woke you up first, stretching a small bit until you remembered you were cuddling Steven. You peer over to your beloved, whose arms were still around you, his breathing even. You admire his cute sleeping form when he begins to stir; his eyes barely peaking open. A slim smile stretched over his lips, and with the softest richest mellow morning voice, he spoke;

“Morning.”

#rct fic #steven grant x reader #moon knight fic

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