#or if someone is fat and smiling or has a fucking partner
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someone older.
dbf!rafe cameron x afab!reader
warnings: language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, and rafe is in his late 30s), cheating, male oral receiving, unprotected sex, pet names: doll & baby, body worship, plot twist & praising
synopsis: being close with your father’s business partner has its highs; and possible downs.
it was so wrong.
but god how it felt so good.
-having your dad’s associate balls deep in your pussy. “you know this isn’t right, doll.” rafe gulped looking out the window to keep an eye on your father, grilling in the backyard.
i whimpered, clawing at his chest sitting down on his lap with a huff. “he’s not the boss of me anymore.. m a big girl now.” i leaned close to his ear and nipped at his lobe.
rafe closed his eyes, feeling the temptation slowly over come him. shit.. his wife? your father?
“come on.. no one will know.” i kissed his jaw. slowly circling my hips against his growing bulge. Rafe groaned throwing his head back against the chair. fuck. you were gonna kill him.
“please, mr. cameron? no one will know.. it’ll be our secret.” i smirked knowing he was cracking; and i was about to get what i’ve wanted for the longest time.
Rafe opened his eyes, and slid his hand up my back and to the back of my neck, “hurry..” he bit his lip. i giggled sliding off his lap and onto the floor; my knees digging into the hardwood floors, of my father’s study.
i took my time unbuttoning his slacks and loosing his belt, when rafe muttered “doll, please.” he rushed me. i rolled my eyes but complied, pulling his boxers down just enough to pull his cock out.
Rafe groaned, gripping my shoulder as i kitten licked his tip, leaving my lip gloss smeared. “fuck..” he clamped his eyes shut when i swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock, following his vein.
i closed my eyes, ignoring the sting in my throat when i took him all the way in. “holy- oh god. fuck, baby..” Rafes eyes shoot open and he grips your hair, when he feels you gag around him. i look up at him through my lashes and pull off. i stand up from my knees and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“want you to fuck me now, Mr. Cameron.” i smiled sweetly at him, still trying to put on the oh so innocent show. Rafe tried to catch his breath, blissfully unaware that my father had finished barbecuing. i smirked as i slid my baby pink thong off and shoved it into his pants pocket and placed myself right back where i started.
“is that okay?” i titled my head, running my nails down his chest to his throbbing cock. Rafe gulped, we already went this far.. Rafe nodded. “we gotta be fast though.” i kissed his cheek, as i lifted myself up and grasped his cock.
i bit my lip, trying my best not to moan so loud, as Rafe split me in half. he was definitely the biggest i’ve ever had. “holy fuck, mr. cameron..” i whimpered into his neck. Rafe placed his hands on my hips, easing me onto his thick cock. “y’so tight..“ Rafe groaned lifting my hips up and slamming up into me.
my eyes rolled, as i let out silent moans. “so much better than my wife..” Rafe panted as i bounced on his cock. he kissed up and down my neck, whispering soft praises.
i slapped my hand over my mouth when Rafe lifted me up and slammed up into me once more, his tip bruising my sweet spot. “fuck!” i yelled not being able to hold back my voice anymore. Rafe grunted, feeling me clinch around him. “fuck- shit.. y’gonna cum on my fat cock, doll?” Rafe grinned pushed my hair out of my face while he licked my neck.
there was a loud banging on the door when my father busted into the room. “What the fuck?!” next thing i new, i was getting pulled to the ground.
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while im thinking about it i just have to say i really hate how people say "no we shouldnt do that because prices will go up and we'll have to pay more taxes!" and its like. do you want a livable world for the people that come after us or do you wanna keep suffering and struggling. LIKE REGARDLESS, prices will keep rising, why not raise the minimum wage? like REGARDLESS we have immigrants (usamerica literally is built off immigration but whatever right) why not give them the resources they need? i dont understand these fucking selfish ass society we live in (capitalism) where we dont have the capacity for respect and decency for OTHER PEOPLE??? people say capitalism is good because we get cheap chocolate and selection of cereals but i would willingly eat like one typa cereal the rest of my life if it meant no slave labor. or children in sweatshops. like i would personally love to live in a world where people cant say "your shoes were made by a 11 yr old girl in Taiwan" like why do rich people never feel guilt. wheres the conscience. how would you feel if it was your daughter? or sister? like idk thats fucking crazy. i would pay hella money if it meant i can have oil in our country that we didnt have to fucking bomb a village in idk iraq for . like genuinely and im saying this as a 16 year old i feel like it was never that serious to kill people over coal. like whenever people say they dont wanna pay more money to make up for ethical working conditions, it pisses me off. (fuck your clothes from shien and temu and wherever the fuck else) money doesnt work anyway its fucking pointless, our society is hung up on materials and its annoying as fuck, our atmostsphere has holes and our government has killed and experimented on people and done awful things and they keep doing it because they fucking can, and our prison system is inhumane, and theres so much casual and blatant racism that people ignore and women and trans people dont have bodily autonomy and im really sick of everyone treating people like shit , think about the common person, stop filming people, mind your fucking business sometimes and be nice, this world is shitty we put grey concrete over field of grass and made millions of gas guzzling automobiles and made living unbearable without a car because you need it to go ANYWHERE and you fucking wonder why everyones so desensitized ad depressed because theyre isolated and cut off and people are just fucking mean and it pisses me off. ok goodnight.
#my bad. went off a little bit#but like the fucking k/k /////k is still around and you're worried about a man wearing paint om his nails or a goth girl posting outfits#on instagram#or if someone is fat and smiling or has a fucking partner#like there are real issues out there and no one should give a fuck what a calorie is . personally. if you start talking about CALORIE INTAK#IN FRONT OF ME? im gonna have a problem like shut the fuck up i do not care at all#thats a bad habit and its weird#what else is pissing me off#oh ywah I NEED MORE CROP TOPS but dont worry about that😭#and its genuinely how people police identies or make you correct yourself n shit like. insane to me. what happened to zipping your lips bit#im really amped to cuss a bitch out for no reason whatsoever
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How they’d react to you not kissing/hugging him before leaving for a mission…
Dick acts as though you told him his ass isn’t that fat in his spandex suit-
He’s insulted.
You always, always remember to kiss his cheek before he leaves. His ‘good luck, be safe and kick ass’ cheek kiss!
It’s your thing as a couple! Do you want to see him cry because he fucking will! He’ll do it!
Dick will pout, huff and whine loud as possible in hopes that you’d realise your error and rectify it tenfold. He won’t tell you what’s wrong. No, he wants and expects you to figure it out for yourself, which doesn’t get him anywhere when you’re looking at him confused and lost as to what he was whining about; Literally.
His mood will be down for the entirety of the day and you’ll no doubt have texts from his teammates and family members asking what was wrong with Dick to look so down.
You’re just as confused as them seeing as how Dick didn’t disclose his innermost thoughts and feelings to you despite being his partner, so you were at a loss on how to help them with something even you weren’t privy to knowing…it’s probably one of your biggest issues as a couple but that’s for another time.
Dick will do that pathetic thing where he looks back at you expectantly the closer he gets towards the door, even going so far as to walk extremely slow when he was within reaching distance of the door handle as to buy you enough time to notice before he genuinely had to leave.
When you don’t however, Dick acts like a kicked puppy for the rest of the day and will proceed to exaggerate to anyone with ears about how his lover was restricting him of his affection.
On the other hand, If you do manage to remember to give him a good luck kiss, planting an extra one on his other cheek for extra, extra luck. Dick will have a permanent smile on his face that will not go the fuck away, even when he’s beating someone’s ass, the smile remains glued on his face as though with gorilla glue.
Seeing Dick brutally beat someone’s ass with a smile was horrifying for anyone to witness but it’s okay bc he’s happy that you remembered to kiss him good luck.
Jason will immediately call you out on your bullshit.
And by that I mean cross his arms over his chest and stare at you saying. ‘Well?’
And you’re like: ‘well what?’
And he’s like: ‘where’s my good luck kiss that you owe me? Roy is waiting on me and here I am waiting on my kiss, so give me my kiss chipmunk.’
Jason doesn’t piss about and gets to the meat of the issue at hand. He wants his good luck kisses and he wants them now and he will not leave the apartment until he gets them.
You’d raise a brow at his not so subtle neediness for your affection and decided to tease him. ‘I thought you didn’t need my good luck kisses remember? You’re a big boy who can fight with or without my good luck kisses.’
Jason groans, not expecting you to pull that out. ‘I said that one time. One time and I was being a dick back then too because all you wanted to do was show me that you cared about me and didn’t want me to get hurt.’
You smiled and got up from the couch and walked over to him, resting your hands on his biceps. ‘So now that you admit that you were a dick and the way that you acted was wrong…’ you trailed off as you pressed a kiss to his lips once, twice, three times because you loved to kiss Jason whenever possible and will try to plant as many kisses as you could.
‘Thanks chipmunk.’ Jason murmurs against your lips, feeling everything has gone back to being right again. ‘Now I better be off or Roy will tease me for lingering too long-‘
‘Too late.’ Roy said from the doorway and Jason closed his eyes and silently curse while you smiled and waved at Roy. ‘Hi Roy!’ You said. ‘Hi y/n, mind letting Jason come out to play?’ Roy joked. You played along by making a thoughtful face as Jason mutters under his breath; ‘are you being serious right now?’
You snapped your fingers. ‘As long as you make sure Jason doesn’t get into trouble then yes, he may go out and play.’
‘I hate you both.’ Jason groaned as he walked past you and playfully shoved Roy aside to leave the apartment. Roy then cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted after him. ‘Are you sure you don’t want your goodbye kisses?’ You and Roy laugh together upon hearing Jason cursing him out from a distance.
Damian acts indifferent about it.
He doesn’t need a good luck hug, hell! he doesn’t need luck at all!
He’s skilled enough to win any fight without relying on something silly as Luck. Luck was just probability under a different name and definition. (A/n: Don’t quote me on that.)
So when you forget to give him a hug before a mission, Damian doesn’t think anything of it but it will linger in his mind unnecessarily much to his annoyance.
Why was he so hung up on not getting something a silly as a hug? Or was he instead more upset over the fact that you, his closest friend/partner, completely forgot about it as though it wasn’t anything worth remembering.
Either way he was conflicted and didn’t know how to go about saying any of this to you without getting frustrated over his apparent loss for words. He was a man of action more then anything so when he finally catches up to you, he will stride towards you and stop just a couple of inches and silently stare at you with his resting bitch face.
‘Damian?’ You asked. ‘Are you okay?’
Damian doesn’t say anything because he couldn’t think of anything to say in that moment and instead stays silent as to save himself from further embarrassment.
‘Damian?’ You asked again, getting worried over his unusual silence. ‘I can’t help you if you don’t tell me-‘ before you could finish your sentence, Damian had lunged towards you and brought you into a very tight hug. You smile softly and gladly hugged Damian back, not saying a single word other then;
‘You don’t need me to say it but I’ll reaffirm it anyway, you’ll do great out there Dami. I know you will.’
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sleepover secrets
gif not mine!
wc: 654
alastor x f!reader
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“You’re crazy as hell toots” Angel howls with laughter before tossing popcorn in his mouth.
“Shut up! I can’t be the only person who finds the full on demon form totally fuckable” you try and defend yourself.
“The only one who would say it out loud for sure” he informs you leaning against you as Fat Nuggets settles between you both.
“I would never have the guts to tell him. I may be crazy but I enjoy not being double dead Ang.” giving Fat Nuggets attention as you turn back your the movie he chose. A few moments of silence pass before Angel speaks again,
“Definitely a size kink thing right?” you couldn’t help but snort.
“Definitely” you agree, unbeknownst to you a little eavesdropping shadow heard your spilled secrets. Going back to tell his master the news. The radio demon’s grin growing in curiosity. As the night grew on and more secrets were spilled the little shadow remained unseen gathering more to share with his master until you and Angel turned in for the night. The bottle you’ve been sharing forgotten on the nightstand.
✨the next day✨
As morning hit Angel and you roll out of bed in pajamas trudging down stairs for breakfast. Greeting everyone, you sit next to Alastor who has your morning coffee in his hand. You thank him loud enough for him to hear before settling into your seat enjoying your coffee. Charlie suggested a group bonding activity, even pleading with Alastor to join. Everyone paired off into twos and just your luck of course you have him as your partner.
“Okay everyone, ask your partner a question that you think would help to get to know them deeper!” Charlie optimistically instructed.
“Ladies first dear” his always present grin seemed to sparkle with mischief today.
“What drew you to radio hosting?” your question seemed to surprise him.
“Well my dear, I believe this voice deserves to be broadcasted everywhere.” he answers, before pretending to think about what to ask you. “What do you think about my full form dear?” you shift in your seat at the question. There’s no way he could’ve heard you. Thinking of how to avoid the question.
“I think it suits you. It definitely shows you’re not one to be fucked with” you answer looking away from him. His clawed fingers grab your face making you face him. You see Angel behind him with a shit eating grin looking at you.
“It is quite rude not to look at someone while speaking to them my dear” his tone left you too stunned to speak. Dropping his hand from your face, you shoot up from your seat dismissing yourself from the group apologizing. Making it to your room in record time lying face down on your bed.
“I’m never showing my face again” you mumble into your pillow.
“Now that would be unfortunate dear” Alastor’s voice startled you as me appears in your bed.
Startling you, before you could fall to the floor his shadow pushed you back up.
“If I could have a heart attack still, I’d be dead” you huffed holding your chest.
“You didn’t answer my question honestly dear” he said repeating his previous actions to get you to look at him.
“You know the answer don’t you?” you ask doing your best to keep eye contact. “You do know it’s not right to eavesdrop on secrets shared at sleepovers Al” you give him the best serious look you can muster.
“Whenever you want to see my full form again just ask cher” he said releasing your face before disappearing back into his shadow. Leaving you flustered. His laugh echos from the radio in your room, shaking your head with a small smile on your face.
“You’re too much Al” you said softly but loud enough for him to pick up.
“Don’t speak too soon dear” he replied before your radio turned off.
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Pink Sheets of the Gangbang Queen
Male Reader x Kim Gaeul
Length: 1759 words
Tags: post-gangbang-unclarity, a fuckton of cum, the biggest creampies you can imagine, sluttiest_woman_ever!Gaeul, riding, reverse cowgirl, mating press, cumming again, surprisingly sweet
TW: nasty, a lot of cum by different people
Credit: @friskyriskywhisky had the idea and wrote most of it, I just expanded it as far as I could. Maybe there will be more Gangbang Queen stuff, but this was basically just a double BFH lol
(A/N: Have fun with this crazy, short piece!)
“I want one more…”
Gaeul lies on her nasty bed, which is not only the size of a New York apartment room but also a lot more comfortable. The fresh evidence of sin is all over the once royal pink bedsheet befitting of a princess, a queen to be more accurate. Her comically large pillow is full of wet fingerprints, there are even hints of Gaeul bending over it because she loves it when men penetrate her from behind and fuck her into the soft thing. The headboard and the walls nearby are all smeared with her own slick and the cum from the dozen of guys who unloaded a week's worth and then some for her, on her, because of her. Who knows how much genetic coding is now dripping down those walls, or the side of her bed or along her thighs.
Either way, Gaeul knows that the pungent creampie of hers only feels this good because at least ten horny men put their spunk deep into her cunt. Be it fat cocks, long ones, small, smelly, oddly shaped—Gaeul takes them all and her insides shape to each accordingly. For the horde of cocks it’s an incredible feeling with a surprising snugness, while Gaeul yearns and shouts (as long as there is no shaft testing her gag reflex) for them to finish quickly and deep. Though a marvelous feeling, she is never satisfied. She needs one more, she doesn’t even care if it’s the tiniest rest or a gigantic, creamy load—all that matters is that he cums inside her.
Gaeul’s once-animated and sex-crazed sexual partners have either left or completely passed out on the floor next to her bed—except lucky you, the only one lying naked next to her. Lucky you, who she now eyes, admiring your features while you're half asleep. She crawls over and gently flips you onto your back, stirring you awake in the process.
In your state of extreme grogginess, you aren't able to tell at first if you're being eaten alive or attacked by a savage animal. Just when your fight or flight response springs into action, a pair of lips press against yours. They instantly calm you down like a mothers embrace after a lucid nightmare. You can't help but smile unconsciously at how gentle it feels. Gaeul’s floral-scented shampoo reassures you who's currently kissing you, her touchy, wet and tender fingers reminding you of the first time she checked out your body…
It was a rainy night in one of the many underground bars in Seoul—the type of bar that makes you raise an eyebrow at first, someone with connections has recommended it, looks suspicious; then you fell into the trap of fun conversations and nice liquor that ultimately led to a selection ceremony. This was the moment you realized why this was not a commonly visited place.
Everyone went silent at her entry. Gaeul, the well-known (at least for most people that regularly visit these exclusive bars) gangbang queen was craving men tonight, many men. She was not picky, in fact, there was only one condition you had to fulfill:
“Three days worth of cum. If you had sex or jerked off during the last three days, you’re out for tonight.”
No one dared to defy her or lie to her. She diligently checked everyone’s balls and was extremely thorough, especially with you, who she gently pushed against a bar stool, hand past your waistband. Your breath hitched, hers too when her slender fingers caressed your balls.
“Tall, horny—and at least ten days of cum.
“I’d love for you to join the after party in my pink bed.”
That’s how Gaeul found you, touched you, lured you in and turned you on, like she does at this moment…
It's been minutes now, with no signs of stopping or letting go from Gaeul, her lips still fully attached to yours just to occasionally back off and peck at it again. The last remnants of a dream that could never match this disappear. They are replaced by memories that slowly creep back and your heart drops. You remember what happened not long ago, right on these pink sheets—don’t lie to yourself, you know it happens every other night.
Those soft lips of hers were satisfying other men not too long ago, fully enveloped around shafts of different shapes and sizes. That tongue of hers glided across the cockhead of multiple partners and made sure that no spot on their balls was left out. She would fill her mouth with as much manly musk and precum as she could before her throat was getting assaulted by who knows how many cocks, endlessly coating the back of it with thick cum and forcing her to gag and cry, which everyone knows is a huge turn on for the gangbang queen.
It’s those lips that form a seal around yours and it’s that mouth you attack lazily with your tongue.
Who are you to complain though? Gaeul is the greatest kisser your lips have ever met. Your obsession with her took control of your life even though you had no chance with her. You're just a nobody when Gaeul is the well-beloved queen. The gangbang queen - for those close enough to be her little circle filled with lust and desire. Yet somehow you saw a chance and took it, even if it means taking sloppy seconds (or thirds? Fifths? Wait, how many guys are here again?).
Your mind snaps back to the present when you feel your cock poking at her entrance. Hang on, did she even—fuck! You shiver in both pleasure and disgust. You're plunged into her sloppy cunt, extremely tight, even after being abused by multiple men (some girthier than the ridiculous sex toys she has in her collection).
Gaeul’s walls hug your tip first, then slowly adjust to your size, like they have become your personal sexy toy. The pleasure really kicks in when the gangbang queen puts your hands on her hips and adds your name into the mixture of huffs and moans. Her incredibly damp cavern and how slippery her whole crotch is against your own, it displays a reality you don't want to admit: You're fucking Gaeul through the creampie of other men. Using the foreign substance as a sticky wannabe lube as you slowly ramp up your pace, you're thinking with your other head only; that’s not an uncommon occurrence with the gangbang queen around.
Sex with her has you drunk, dazed, carelessly chasing your own high. You want to be the only one to have your load inside of her cunt. Gaeul yearns for breeding, and the sperm of all the other disgusting men, still unconscious in this room is deemed not enough. At this moment you decide to fuck the creampie out of her and replace it with your own.
You're frantically thrusting in and out of her, she replicates your passion as she rides you. Heaps of old cum get forced out with the assistance of gravity but mainly due to the pump that is your cock and the endless pumping into her cunt. Gaeul switches to a reverse cowgirl position and it's only now that you notice that her ass got absolutely filled as well.
This should not be a surprise, she is the gangbang queen after all, yet you want to look away. This is exclusively other men's cum leaking out of Gaeul and onto your abs. It feels extremely wrong, fucking filthy and somewhat gross. The eagerness of the girl on your dick makes you forget that though. For a short while, you just admire her back, her small, shapely ass and the way her moans are in perfect harmony with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and cum being squeezed out.
With your whole cock still buried inside her, bottoming her out, you two clumsily get into a mating press position. Gaeul is the most flexible girl you know, her small frame easily capable of folding and bending into every position you want. This position quickly becomes your favorite, because you don’t have to see her leaking asshole anymore, but you know that she is gaping and the worthless spunk steadily leaves her anal cavity.
Every time you thrust into her, you see and feel her whole ass and thighs ripple. Shock waves across the smooth, stretched, spotless skin gets sent in all kinds of directions because you dig your hands into it. There's still a disgusting amount of cum defying gravity, defying your forceful pounding into Gaeul, but you are sure that if you just keep on fucking her, and press her whole body into the mattress, the petite gangbang queen will leak out all the rest. Through the lewdest of sounds and a clear lack of stamina, the thought of Gaeul filled with nothing but you pushes you through.
You feel the knot inside you loosen, strings and little last spurts of cum hitting her cervix as your tip is right up against it. Gaeul has her feet right up against your back, her heels pulling you deeper inside her. She's still rutting against you, her clit drawing circles against your crotch enjoying the friction and satisfaction it brings. The art of the orgasm, Gaeul has mastered it. In her scream, you find an infinite sea of bliss. It draws out your orgasm a few more seconds; perfect seconds.
Post-nut clarity kicks in and you try to block out the other people who are regaining consciousness in the room. Witness how ethereal her beauty is under the ceiling light. You want to kiss her. You want to tell her how much you love her. However, the harsh reality kicks in harder than the post-nut clarity as she shifts her gaze away from you and looks at the time. You close your eyes, take a deep breath to cherish just how fucking good her cock-warming cavern is.
You pull away, unfazed at the mess in front of you at this point. Party time is over and you’re victorious but defeated, a bit deflated even. Why is the girl you’re falling for the wrong type of queen?
"Hey..." Gaeul reaches out and grabs your forearm and pulls you a little closer to give you one last peck on your cheek. "Drive safely, okay?” Her fingers tiptoe towards your hand until it reaches the back of your it, her thumb gently rubs circles on it. A new level of intimacy that makes your heart stutter. “Message me when you’re back home."
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ఌ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘
꧁ 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂
Teaser ➤ first day at work and first sight of a glorious ass
Word count › 1.9k
Rating › NSFT (kinda)
Warnings › blackmail
Kinks › none
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Yoshida Keita was excited. He finally got a better paying job than his previous one. Keita sat down at his desk, ignoring the whispers he heard from his coworkers.
He was handsome, or so he was told. It wasn’t even just his mother saying it to be nice. He remembered back in high school having so many letters asking him to meet them on the rooftop for a confession.
But they were never someone he wanted. He hated to admit it but he always liked his partner to be at least five years older than him. Was this a kink?
Possibly. But he didn’t dwell on it. What mattered most was that he was single and miserable.
A glum frown was on his face as he went straight into work, going over anything he didn’t do yesterday. At least he now had spending money for gay porn mags.
A squeal left one of the women’s lips right next to him as he turned over to glare at her. Only for him to feel his jaw drop.
The most beautiful man he has ever seen. He was a bit short, with a few gray hairs. Nice circular glasses that didn’t make him look nerdy. Slicked back hair with cat like eyes that unintentionally looked sexy from any angle.
And his body!! He was slim and a bit small. No way did he go to the gym. But he had an ass. An ass that somehow stuck out from his work pants.
Keita had never seen a man with an ass that fat. He must’ve been blessed by the gods. The mysterious man bowed to whoever he was talking to and walked over to the desk that was farther away from the others.
He was a boss. Most definitely. The man placed down his bag on the desk and glanced at everyone looking at him, a nervous smile on his lips. Keita loved the wrinkles on his face.
On god, getting this job was the best thing to ever happen to him!
“Morning, everyone. I’m Furukawa (Name). You may call me Furukawa instead of Buchou. Let’s have a good work day, Hm?” He said, his voice was the perfect mixture of feminine and masculine.
A few of the women sighed in glee before quickly nodded. The men simply rolled their eyes. Keita wanted to touch Furukara’s ass so badly but decided he needed to keep his job.
He quickly got back into his work, sometimes stealing glances towards the masculine feminine beauty that his boss was.
How could a man be so masculine and feminine with ease???
He was everything Keita wanted but of course he had to be his fucking boss! Nothing goes right for him.
“Yoshida-San.”
Keita hummed, turning his attention to one the workers he got close with, Kobayashi Momo.
“Are you busy tonight?”
Was she asking him out?!
Kobayashi smiled shyly, waiting for him to answer.
Keita panicked. “I love men!” He yelled, gaining everyone’s attention. He felt himself turn pale, realizing he just said it out loud. Oh he was so fucking stupid.
Kobayashi quickly turned the attention over to herself, “me too!! Beautiful bodies!! Right?? Just like women! The human body is so beautiful!!! Let’s go get coffee!! Nakamura-San, do you want coffee!? Actually, does everyone want coffee?!?”
She stood up, her short bob bouncing with her. Kobayashi grabbed Keita’s arm and pulled him to stand up with surprised strength for a 5’4 woman to his 5’11 stature. She looked around for anyone to say yes.
Nakamura, the woman who sat beside them simply said yes. A few others agreed. Kobayashi looked over to Furukawa, who looked on the verge of laughing. His lips were pursed as his eyes crinkled, before he nodded out a yes.
Kobayashi mentally counted on who said yes and quickly dragged Keita to the kitchen that was thankfully a few steps away with a door to close behind themselves.
“Yoshida-San! You have to be careful!” Kobayashi shook her head, getting the coffees ready.
Keita was honestly shocked. “You don’t care…?”
“Why would I? What you do in your bedroom is none of my concern.” She said matter-of-factly, getting a cart ready to carry the drinks back.
Keita simply hummed. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting her to be so nice. His mother kept telling him to be careful who he told and that the wrong person could ruin his entire life.
And yet, this lady was so nice.
“Oh but, why did you ask if I’m free tonight?”
“Ah, a few people want to treat Furukawa-San to a couple of beers! Y’know, since it’s his first week here.” Kobayashi said, grabbing a couple of snacks to bring as well.
Keita hummed. “Is he new?”
“Yes, he transferred from another department. He’s a handsome man, right? I was shocked that he was almost forty.”
“Forty?!”
“Shush! He might hear!”
Keita nodded, covering his mouth as she finished up the coffees.
“So, are you free for tonight then?”
“Ah, yes. I’ll come.” Keita said.
“Let’s go back now.” Kobayashi said, letting Keita push the cart. Just as she was about to open the door, she stopped for a moment. “Yoshida-San,”
“Eh?”
“Try to mask your looks better. You were looking at Furukawa-San as if he was a piece of meat.”
Keita wanted to huddle into a ball and cry in the corner.
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“Furukawa-San! Are you okay with a couple of beers tonight? It’s Saturday tomorrow!” One coworker said as they all began to pack up for the night.
Furukawa looked a bit hesitant but smiled, “ah, just this once,” he began to pack up as well.
Kobayashi smirked at Keita, a wink thrown his way. Keita could feel himself blush. He honestly felt like a high school student again who wanted to confess to their senpai.
The restaurant they were at was thankfully mostly empty. Keita was mainly silent the entire time. Everyone paid most attention to Furukawa, asking him what he did before or if he was married.
Keita was lucky enough to be sitting across from Furukawa at the table. He rested his chin in his hand as he simply watched as Furukawa dodged any question that he deemed too personal.
Much to Keita’s stupidity, he didn’t notice how Furukawa got more flustered whenever he could feel Keita’s eyes on him.
Kobayashi simply sighed to herself. A bunch of stupid gays.
It was getting close to midnight when Furukawa was most obviously wasted. A giggle left his lips, earning a squeal from a few of the women.
“Ok! Everyone is ready to go? What train are you guys taking?” Kobayashi asked.
The others began to make plans with who they’ll walk with if they were taking the same train. And in some weird sense of twisted fate, Keita and Kobayashi was taking the same train as Furukawa.
“Ah, then you guys can get him home safe?” Nakamura said, quickly getting up.
Keita was ready to refuse but Kobayashi answered for him. “Yes! Let’s go before the last train is gone!”
Kobayashi and Keita had to basically drag Furukawa to the train station. Furukawa was a giggling mess, talking about how they should use his first name.
Kobayashi began to do so just to humor him. “(Name)-San, will you be okay with Keita-Kun taking you home?”
“Eh?”
“Keita?” Oh god his name sounded good from his mouth. “Hm, Keita, take me home, Hm?” (Name) giggled, leaning more of his weight on Keita.
(Name) had to be around 5’7. His head met Keita’s lips directly. Oh, a perfect height for forehead kisses!!
He pushed the thought away. “You say hm a lot, Furukawa-San.”
“Yah!! I said call me (Name)!! (Name)!!” He whined, earning attention from a few people on the train station as they waited for the last train.
“We should all use first names! We got so close so quickly, right, Keita-Kun?” Momo grinned.
“Eh, yes…” Keita didn’t really believe that but if this was how he would finally make meaningful friends so be it.
“Alright, you can take him home then!” Momo said, letting go of (Name). Keita quickly held up (Name) staring at her in shock.
“Oi! You said you take this train!!”
“I do but I’m going to stay at a friend’s tonight. You enjoy (Name)-San! Use protection~!” She giggled, skipping away.
Keita wasn’t sure if he was happy or scared. Okay yeah he wanted (Name) but if he was supposed to just have to confidence for it Momo was certainly mistaken.
He was just going to get (Name) home and then go masturbate in his own home!
シ
Keita grunted as he plopped (Name) down on his bed, feeling himself tire out. He may have worked out but carrying a grown man around Shibuya was something he never wanted to do again.
(Name) was fast asleep, cuddling his pillow. His small home was pretty nice but it was just a spacious studio type. The living room, bedroom, and kitchen was basically the same room. Only a small bookcase acted as a separation of the rooms.
The living room was certainly bigger than Keita’s entire apartment though. He sighed to himself and decided to just sit down on the couch for a second before going home.
His own apartment complex was only thirty minutes away.
He moved a bit on the couch before hearing a crunching sound. Keita moved and saw what he was sitting on.
A porn mag.
And not just any porn mag. A gay porn mag.
He had a chance!!!
Keita got off the couch and pulled up the cushion, finding a mini collection of them. Who hides them underneath a couch? Surely there was other places?
There were also a few mangas in there. A few even that alpha and omega thing Keita heard about from online forums. Some manga had obvious bdsm influence.
Was Furukawa (Name) freaky..?
Hopefully!
Keita took one porn manga, the one that he knew (Name) would be the most embarrassed by. A manga about alpha and omega with animal ears.
He placed the cushion back and glanced over to make sure (Name) was still asleep. Keita decided to just check underneath the couch if there was anything else and he was right to check.
Keita pulled out a box and was shocked to find it was still open. In it was cross dressing material and handcuffs….
And a ball gag?!
Keita smirked. Oh he found the jack pot. He closed the box and decided he’ll take it with him.
A normal person wouldn’t take it and would’ve tried to forget all about it but Keita wasn’t normal. He wanted (Name) and if he had to do a few dirty tricks than so be it.
And with that, he went home.
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“Night!”
Almost everyone was gone after a long week of heavy duty work. Only Keita and (Name) were left. (Name) hadn’t mentioned anything about his informal speaking that last Friday and seemed to not even remember it.
“Good night, Yoshida-San. Don’t stay too late,” (Name) smiled, reaching over to grab his coat from the closet. Once he closed the door he flinched when Keita slammed his hand on it, effectively caging him.
“(Name).”
(Name) blinked, slowly turning around to stare at him in shock. Informal speech?! To a man that was his boss no less? He pursed his lips to reprimand Keita until his eyes widened in shock.
“Remember this?” Keita asked, holding a ball gag in front of him.
His ball gag.
“Where…”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m sure if anyone else saw this… saw that their sweet boss was a freak in private would surely be scandal, Hm?” Keita mocked, enjoying the scared look on (Name)’s face.
“What do you want?”
Keita smiled and reached over to push the gag into (Name)’s silent opened mouth, enjoying how easily he took it without fighting back.
“You.”
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Keita debut!! I’m delving into the more insane love interests… building up to my yandere character debut in the future!!!
If you got any ideas or anything you want to see for Keita, don’t be shy to request!
Tag: @the-ultimate-librarian I’m tagging you because you’re basically Keita’s number 1 fan lol
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from your kinktober masterlist I like 3!! 💘
Due by 11:59
Kinktober request: 3 Lab partner Hyunjin, Sensory Deprivation
Pairing: Ex best friend Hyunjin x Chubby Fem Reader (wrote as a black/poc character but anyone can have brown nipples lol)
Summary: The fall semester was going great until you are paired up with your ex high school best friend (and crush) Hyunjin. You two decided to do your assignment at his dorm but then a question about human intimacy and senses has you and your partner experimenting on each other.
Word Count: 3.8K (lol these were supposed to be drabbles btw)
Kink: Sensory Deprivation
Warning: Enemies to lovers, oral sex (F receiving)
Minors dni
"Okay class that concludes our lecture for today, please check the google doc that I sent to you all for your group assignment and who you will be paired with, you are dismissed." Your professor said as he ended class, before you put your iPad in your bag you checked the assignment and that’s when your eyes got wide. You rushed down the aisle of the classroom to the professors desk while everyone was leaving, slightly out of breath from speeding over.
"Excuse me sir there has to be some kind of mistake here." you said as you huffed. The professor knew it would be you to say something after he assigned you with the person he did so he continued to pack up.
"There is no mistake Ms. L/N, that is your partner for this assignment."
"B-but sir! You know me and that snake don't get along and I actually take your class seriously he is just here for credits, please sir just reconsider. I can give you so many reasons why this isn't a good idea." You continued to talk and spew put reasons and ideas for a solution, your professor sighed and considered if he even got paid enough to deal with people like you.
"Alright, alright enough! Listen Ms. L/N sometimes in life you have to deal with people you don't want to, I'm sure people have felt that way about you, I will not be changing the class pairings just to accommodate you. No one else has an issue." He said finally looking at you.
"But sir he wasn't even here today! I'm sure if he was, he would say the same th-."
"He already knows and has agreed to it, have a good day Ms. L/N." Your professor interrupted you to say, leaving out the room, as he walked in a man with a long slim body build walked in almost as if you summoned him.
"I guess you heard the great news huh?" a smiled creeped up on the boys face like he was teasing you.
You scoffed at him. "God fuck off Hyunjin." even the name leaving your lips tasted bitter, it wasn't always like this, you and Hyunjin were actually close back in high school. Back when you were just the chunky nerd and Hyunjin was the scrawny dork, you two were an inseparable pair, but then senior year rolled around and Hyunjin went away for the summer and came back bulkier and cute little Hyunjin became hot hunk Hyunjin. The people that ignored him those 3 years finally gave him attention, they invited him into the inner circle, and he was finally accepted, leaving you behind. You tried not being bothered by it but the communication between you two started to fizz out, prom time came around and you and Hyunjin made a promise to go with each other since you both didn't plan on dating anyone and it was obvious you two liked each other but you two didn't see that. You walked up to Hyunjin at lunch time which was bold since he sat with the "popular kids" now and asked him about prom and when you two should start planning but one of the girl spoke before he could reply.
"Ew why would Hyunjin go to prom with a fat loser like you?" she said laughing at your question.
"I-I'm not a loser! Plus, me and Hyunjin already decided to go together years ago, so butt out!" you replied while gripping the sides of your lunch tray.
"Oh, fatty has some sass, well sorry but he's going with me now, better find someone else, if that's even possible." Her and a few of the other girls started to laugh while Hyunjin sat back in silence, your eyes met, you hoped he would say anything, but the words never came out.
"Hyunjin is this true?" you questioned in a defeated tone, his eyes moved to look down at the table because he saw the tears start to gloss over your eyes.
"I'm sorry Y/N... I forgot about our promise." his ferret like eyes looking over you.
"Oh... well okay, sorry to bother you then..." you walked out the lunch room before tears started to stream down your embarrassed face. You didn't even bother going to prom, after graduation you got into your dream school that was luckily far away from home, but of course you and Hyunjin both applied, and he was accepted as well. You didn't know he got in until he walked into your Human behavior class, his shoulders were broader, and his once short black hair was now almost shoulder length, God he was gorgeous, and you hated to admit it. You chose to keep things how they were and avoided speaking to him, deep down your feelings were still hurt and that made you want nothing to do with him, but fate had other plans.
"As much as I would love to stay out of your way Y/N this isn't something we can avoid." His voice was like silk.
"It could have been! Why would you tell him you were okay with working with me Hyunjin!" your frustrations grew, even looking at his beautiful sleek face invoked so much emotion from you.
"Because I AM okay with it Y/N..." his reply made your heart skip a beat and that just pissed you off more.
"Whatever this assignment is due on Sunday at 11:59 so let's just meet up Saturday and get everything done, I'm busy with my other class work so that's my only free day."
"Can't, I have a showing for my art class that night, I would love for you to come." An innocent smile plastered on his face.
"Pass." you said trying to not let the smile affect you.
"How about Sunday then? Since facilities will be closed you can come over to my dorm and we can cram that night, the assignment is the study of human interactions, and we got intimacy so it should be pretty easy."
"Fine, take my number I'll text you when I'm on the way." you took out your phone and you two exchanged info.
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Sunday was finally here, and you stood outside of Hyunjins dorm waiting for him to let you in, the cold fall winds blew, and you were grateful you opted to wearing jeans but the choice of a plain white crop top and an open hoodie may have not been the right one. You wanted to look like you didn't put in a lot of effort even though you made sure to get your hair done and lashes and nails refilled yesterday, but that's just self-care, right?
The door to the dorm hall finally opened and Hyunjin stood on the other side of it, he had on a beanie and his reading glasses.
"Y/N thanks for coming come in." you followed Hyunjin into the dorm and down the hall to the elevator, you noticed his hair spilled out the back of the beanie, was this really your high school best friend? His back was wider even though his frame was still small, he wore shorts and his legs that you use to tease him about got thicker and even grew hair, then you noticed his veins on his fore arms from his rolled up sleeves, a lot of feelings were going through your mind but then you can't help but recall how he iced you out and let his friends treat you horribly and you were back to being ready to get this whole thing over with.
Once you reached his room, he scanned his key card and opened the door.
"Come in, Mi casa es su casa!" he said as he happily welcomed you, Hyunjin was always a bit of a genius, so he was placed in the honors dorms that were just nice studio apartments, looking around it was actually pretty nice, plants and paintings around the apartment, it was neat and on the coffee table there were snacks and drinks. You walked in and placed your laptop bag on the floor next to the couch and removed your hoodie then took a seat, you reached into your bag and took out your laptop.
"I got some snacks and stuff for us, and we can watch some TV or play some music while we work."
"Let's just get this over with." you said as you started to type away on your laptop, Hyunjins small grin dropped, and he grab his laptop to work with you. Some hours of silent work passed and you were kind of exhausted, it was still an hour and a half till the deadline and you realized you haven't said a single word to Hyunjin, you were at a portion of the assignment that you had to work together on and that meant asking for help and that made you gag mentally.
"Hey... section 16 says we have to work together so..." you said softly.
His eyes bounced over to you.
"Oh, you made it to that section finally, yeah let's do it!" He was so eager to be working with you, happy to finally be back in your presence even though you hated it, a win was a win in his eyes, he missed you so much and just couldn't say it especially since he knew you hated him.
"So, it says that a humans senses is a large part of human intimacy, which two senses are the most important and give some examples and reasons why. Work with your partner on what happens when those senses are taken away and write their reactions in a document." you gulped nervously when you finished reading out loud.
"Okay what senses do you think we should pick?" his body turning to face you.
"Maybe sight and touch, but how would we test that?" you both sat and pondered until Hyunjin made an "Ah" noise.
"I got just the thing." he didn't explain further and walked off to the closet next to the bathroom down the hallway then returned holding two red silk pieces of fabric in his hand.
"After I talked to our moms a couple weeks ago about my hair your mom sent me some silk scarfs and bonnets to make sure my hair didn't get damaged since I'm growing it out."
"Why are you still talking to my mom?"
"Because she loves me." He stood there looking at you, he was very serious it was almost cute.
"Whatever, what are we supposed to do with them?" you said after you rolled your eyes.
"How about one of us blind folds the other and ties up their hands and we can see how we feel about different touch points and sound triggers." His suggestion was actually good, and you hated that.
"Okay, let's rock paper scissors to see who gets tied up and blind folded." a very dumb suggestion to make because you lost horribly and now, you're sitting blind folded with your hands tied up in front of you. You two decided since the bed had more space to do everything it would make the most sense to experiment there. You sat on your legs while Hyunjin sat Criss cross apple sauce, you were both facing each other while Hyunjin read off instructions on his laptop.
"So, lets test how heightened your other senses are, I'm going to say some phrases and you tell me how it feels." you nodded in response.
"You look beautiful today Y/N."
"W-what!" your face immediately heated up.
"Sorry, I'm just reading from the list, did that make you feel shy?"
"I-I guess..." you could feel a pit in your stomach.
"Okay I'll put that down then." you could hear him start to type on his computer.
"Hey! Don't write that!" your face was hot thinking that someone would read that Hyunjin was making you feel shy, you could hear him giggling.
"I think you're very cute Y/N." you started fidget a bit at his words.
"Am I making you feel anxious or nervous?"
"A little..." the typing continued.
"I love you Y/N." there was a moment of silence, your stomach was in your ass.
"O-okay." your voice going hoarse, he didn't ask anything but continued to type
"Okay, it says to whisper into your ear to see if there is any changes." You heard him get off the bed and move around it, you really should have read the instructions before you agreed because you didn't recall this at all. You felt him standing behind you, so you scooted forward to give him room on the bed to sit down, he took a seat behind you, his chest inches from your arm and back, your heart started to race.
"Ready ?" you could feel him close to your ear, his breath passing by.
"Yes."
"I missed you Y/N." The phrase was like hammers breaking down the wall you built to keep Hyunjin out.
"Alright." you replied.
"Do you feel the same way?" Hyunjin asked.
"...kind of..." there was a pause before he moved forward.
"I'm sorry for hurting you Y/N."
"Is this on the list?" you turned your head a bit despite not being able to see him
"Yes, does this make you want to accept my apology?"
"Maybe." you turned back to your position and Hyunjin continued.
"I'm sorry I hurt you and made you feel abandoned" he said, this couldn't have been on there, right?
"Hyunjin I-" you tried to interject but he continued.
"I'm sorry for not sticking up for you and I'm really sorry I didn't keep our promise."
You sat there listening to his apology, you wanted to hit him, but you wanted to hold him more than anything.
"How does that make you feel Y/N?" he questioned.
"Like I'm talking to someone I loved..."
"Lastly we'll incorporate touch, I'll have to touch the areas with exposed skin is that okay?" he moved on, you nodded to answer.
"Can you answer with words please?"
"Yes." you replied a bit swiftly.
His hands touched your shoulders, his long finger glided over your skin giving you goosebumps, he started to lightly brush his fingers up and down your forearms and arm. You moved his lips closer to the shell of your ear, his lips grazing you.
“You smell so good Y/N, you still use the same vanilla scent?”
"Th-thank you." You started to feel a tingling sensation in your core that made you squirm a bit.
"I really missed being this close to you and touching you like this." His hands danced around your skin, one hand going from your arm to lightly pass over your chest and neck and repeating that motion, you started to inhale and exhale quietly to calm yourself.
"I missed it too..." not being able to see or touch him back made everything he did and said more intense, you started to move your hands to try to loosen the scarf, but you could feel Hyunjins hand land on yours.
"Naughty little Y/N trying to end the experiment early we aren't done just yet." he said into your ear, you squeezed your thighs together to cool the heat pooling in your core and lightly whimpered, you could feel Hyunjin drag his soft lips down your neck while his hand lightly cupped your breast, his touch was so gently yet you could feel the intense yearning he had for you.
"Please Hyunjin..." you started to beg in a whimpering tone.
"How does this make you feel Y/N?" you didn't reply, you somewhat didn't want to admit the feeling you had after harboring this much anger toward him.
"I can't keep going if you don't reply baby."
"I feel like... I need you... I need you now please." you couldn't see it, but a devious smile crept up on Hyunjins face.
"Good girl." was the last thing he said before stepping off of the bed and pushing you back, you could feel him getting back on the bed and then on top of you. Though you couldn't see you could feel the pressure, Hyunjin removed his hat then lifted your arms up to the beds rail style headboard, you thought that he was untying you but instead he tied your hands to the headboard, you tried to tug them down and couldn't. He dove face first into your neck, you felt him kissing and sucking your skin while his hands traveled back down to your breast to lightly grope and massage them, your body felt so sensitive like you could melt under his touch you couldn't help but to squirm and buck your hips as you moaned. Hyunjin lifted your shirt and bra enough for your breast to plop out, he moved down your body to begin to suck your pretty brown nipples, you continued to gyrate as your heat got more sensitive and needy.
"P-please Hyunjin, at least untie me." you said as you wiggled under him to try to loosen your binds, Hyunjin continued to leave a trail of kisses down your stomach then stopped at your jeans to peel them off your legs leaving you in your wet pink lacy panties. He sat on his knees on the side of you, taking his long finger to your core to glide them between your wet clothed walls, he made sure to take extra time to rub circles on your sensitive nub while you continued to moan at the unbearable sensation. He continued to rub you and watched as you wiggled and squirmed from his touch, enjoying the show.
"Does it feel good Y/N? Do you want me to touch you more?" His voice adding more fuel to the fire in your core.
"Yes please, I need you so bad Jinnie." you were so desperate for more of him you even called him his old nicknamed, Hyunjin hissed at your pleas and decided you earned more, he finally removed your panties, once off he could really see just how bad you needed him, your slick was pouring out of you and your pussy was begging to be touched, he reached up too your face to remove your blind fold but kept your hands tied.
"Look Y/N, look how bad your pussy has missed me, you're so wet for me." your eyes took a second to adjust then you looked down, you hadn't even noticed you had your legs spread nice and wide for Hyunjin and your pussy was soaked.
"I want you to watch while I finally do to you what I've wanted too for years." he returned between your legs and left a few kisses on your lower belly, his hands gripped and mushed your thick thighs then he moved to leave lingering kisses on them, he kissed down your thighs and made it to exactly where you wanted him. He wasted no time peppering kisses on your heat then licking a few stripes, his arms wrapped around your thighs then he started to eat your pussy like you were his last meal. Your head dropped back onto his pillows, you wanted to grab his hair but the scarf binding your hands wouldn't allow it, instead all you could do is buck your hips into his face more. Hyunjin continued to lap up your juices then started to suck your aching clit like a sucker causing you to yell out his name followed by multiple curse words, thank God the honors dorms were soundproof to encourage a healthy studying environment. Your pussy started to pulse around nothing, and you felt your orgasm coming, you started to feel dizzy because this was the most sensitive you had ever felt.
"Please, Hyunjin I'm gonna cum please untie me." Yet your begging fell on death ears, Hyunjin was pussy drunk on your sweet taste, a taste he missed out on for years because of your falling out, he thought about how you would taste on his tongue or how your pussy would feel around his dick for so long and he was going to enjoy every moment of this. After the incident in high school Hyunjin no longer felt good about coming around you, he felt guilt when he would see your face and was too much of a coward to apologize. After not seeing you after graduation you could imagine how fast his heart raced when he saw your name on the class sign-up sheet for Human behaviors 101, it wasn't a needed class for Hyunjin since he was going into art therapy and many other choices but any chance he got to see you he was going to take it. Now thanks to that class here he was about to have the love of his life cumming on his face.
Your hips continued to move up and down, your moans never stopped just like his tongue. You saw a white flash as you came on Hyunjins face, he continued to eat you out as you came down from your high, you wanted to push him off as you started to feel over stimulation kicking in but all you could do in yell for him to stop. He finally detached his face from your core with stings of your slick connected to his chin.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself, I've wanted to do that for so long." he said while trying to catch his breath.
"Really?" you looked up at him with innocent eyes.
"Of course, Y/N, I was serious when I said I loved you." he moved next to you swiftly to untie you then to cup your face and give you reassurance.
"I love you too Hyunjin..." you both looked at each other with a longing gaze before your lips connected, you could still taste yourself on his lips and tongue as the kiss got deeper, then you remembered why you were even here.
"Mm, oh my god what time is it the assignment!" you said, Hyunjin reached to the nightstand to grab his long forgotten about laptop.
"Shit... 12:01" you both looked at each other then laughed.
"Welp, I guess we'll just ask for an extension tomorrow, visiting hours are also over so I guess you gotta stay here." He looked at you with lust filling his slit eyes.
"Fine but you're getting tied up next."
#hyunjin smut#hwang hyunjin smut#stray kids smut#stray kids fanfic#hyunjin x reader#hyunjin x black reader#kinktober#kinktober 2023#writenbypyramidofstars
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poraphia's Wilbur Soot Masterlist
all of my 'x readers' are gender-neutral unless specified otherwise :)
oneshots ~!
"i see you standing on the sidelines."
Wilbur hints to his stubborn rival that there's more to his lyrics than they expect.
"a heart-shaped necklace"
He was going to give you a heart-shaped necklace after a gig in Paris, but you met your future husband, and it wasn't him.
"PDA: public displays of affection."
Just because we're keeping this relationship a secret doesn't mean I don't want my good luck kiss before filming.
"lead singers love the attention."
"clingy wilbur on tour with reader." He can't get enough of you! Even on stage..
"the biggest smile for my biggest fan."
"reader is a horror-film actor." He loves your smile! Your big, bloody, and scary smile!
"ill hold your hand."
"reader anxious picks at hands and nails." It doesn't matter how the first date goes, as long as you feel happy.
"don't tell my boyfriend."
"reader going through depressive episode." you just couldn't tell the rockstar you haven't been feeling well. instead, he figures it out himself.
"one good movie kiss."
"Actor!Reader has to kiss someone in front of Wilbur." You haven't kissed him in so long, what's the harm in one stolen movie kiss?
"a man of many talents."
"reader comforts wil after some slander he saw." He does his best to there for you always, but sometimes he feels like its never enough.
"a capricorn? oh, fuck that!"
"wilbur finds out reader is a capricorn." after some time flirting with each other, wilbur realized he indirectly gave you a shout out about your star sign!
"you're being too loud."
"wilbur yells at reader during argument." you're tired and stressed, and the last thing you want is wilbur taking out his stress out on you too.
"a dancing rockstar."
you spot the rockstar across the bar, and tubbo takes a notice. you've never talked to the man before, so why not dance with him tonight?
"cooking stream!"
after meeting each other in person after years, you and wilbur finally do a cooking stream together! though.. something tells you that this isn't the last time you cook together.
drabbles ~!
"post-concert approval."
After another successful concert, Wilbur relishes in his partner's embrace.
"stupid student things."
Who likes back to school season? Wilbur knows you don't!
"the battle of his teal hoodie."
What better way to endure the college life than to steal your boyfriend's merch?
headcanons ~!
"Twitter HCs: Status: Dating!"
You and Wilbur do a little tomfoolery on the bird app.
"Sleepy Wilbur, Stressed Me"
Wilbur is tired from work, but you're stressed and hating yourself.
"Morning routines with wilbur."
you two can get a bit busy throughout the day, so it's always important to make the mornings count.
mini series ~!
➺ Here's Your Coffee! Love, your concert manager!
"four medium sized coffees, one big fat work crush."
"reader is lovejoy's tour manager." You've memorized his coffee order! And maybe the shape of his lips..
"one tall coffee with cream and sugar."
It's his last day touring the States. I just want the world to be quiet so I can kiss him, just once.
#wilbur soot#wilbur soot oneshots#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot x y/n#wilbur soot x you#lovejoy#wilbur soot fanfiction#wilbur soot fluff#will gold#wilbursoot#poraphiafanfics
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The Prince of Hell is Not a Gentleman (F!Reader x M!Demon)
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Male!Boss!Demon
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Warnings: Non-Con, Forced Exhibitionism, Forced Infidelity, Abuse of Power and Work Dynamics, Degradation, Misogyny
Word count: 2815 words
Summary: You’ve tried your best to ignore the ridiculously inappropriate behavior of your boss, desperate to keep your job and knowing a filed complaint will get you nowhere. But one fateful meeting pushes your relationship to a whole new level
Request: I got a request!
Female human coworker with a scummy male demon boss. When I mean scummy I mean a proper PoS. Coercing her into sex when she is already with someone, smoking cigars and blowing it in her face, and making her call her partner while he is fucking her.
Isn’t workplace sexual harassment supposed to be subtle?
You think to yourself, simultaneously wondering how the fuck you got in the position to be thinking such a thing in the first place.
You’ve been to HR training, seen those types of creepy bosses. The ones who hide behind being overly “friendly” and saying “everyone’s so sensitive these days.” You’d known to report them, to not stand for their gaslighting.
But nothing really prepared you for this.
Sugartits, in my office ASAP.
The crude sticky note stuck to your computer monitor reads, sending your heart all the way into your gut.
You’ve only been at this job for two months, settling in nicely to the routine and your fat paycheck every two weeks. The only issue so far has been your boss.
The demon himself is named Solvaloth, AKA Sol, and is the supervisor for your entire department. He’s a high prince of hell that no one felt like dealing with down there, so was kicked upwards and saddled with a cushy position in this hell-associated company. He’s big, loud, and frustratingly handsome. The kind of handsome that has treated him well his entire life and in turn convinced him that he’s Lucifer’s favorite creation.
You’re the only human in this whole department and that novelty probably drew him your way in the first place. He quite literally cornered you on your first day, his clawed hands pressed against the wall behind you, a leering smile full of canines looking down at his new toy.
“Damn, it must be my lucky day.”
Since then, he has been the bane of your very existence. Grabbing your hips when he ever needs to “scoot” by, whispering dirty compliments in your ear, even looking down your blouse whenever he “pops” by your cubicle. Not to mention the patronizing nicknames.
“File these papers for me, won’t you sweet cheeks?”
“Looking good today, princess.”
“C’mon baby girl, give me a break here.”
Guess you can add Sugartits to the list.
You try not groan audibly as you trudge your way to his office. Knowing that no matter what he does, how inappropriate he is, HR will do nothing.
(You would know, you tried. The message of “don’t bring this up again” was made very clear.)
His door is stupid tall, meant to accommodate his giant size and extra large horns. You open it as slow as possible, trying your best to delay this ‘meeting.’
“You know how to keep a demon waiting, honey.” Sol turns around in his opulent office chair, legs spread wide and head thrown back without a care. His hair hangs loose and wild behind him, a white mane tucked in between two curving horns. Despite the snarky tone, he’s got a sickeningly sweet grin on his face. “Lock the door, please. We’re gonna need privacy.”
Ugh, I cannot deal with this today.
But you comply, flipping the lock. You don’t notice the way his curtains have been drawn, or how everyone else has been encouraged to go on a long lunch.
“Is everything okay?”
Sol leans forward, that smug grin still on his face. He puts a hand up to his ear, batting his eyes in a cartoonish display of “what was that?”
You sigh.
“Is everything okay, sir?”
“That's my girl.” Sol laughs, slapping his knee and gesturing for you to sit down.
You pull back your chair, keeping your ankles crossed. You curse yourself for wearing a pencil skirt today, chiding morning-you for forgetting where you work. Sol’s eyes burn as they roll up your pantyhose, not even trying to hide his leering.
“Actually, everything’s not okay.”
That has you sitting up, a seed of worry in your gut. As much as he sucks, this job pays really fucking well, and you can’t risk loosing it.
“You see, I overhead Mazey in accounting gossiping over the water cooler. Said something about how the human has a new boy-toy.” Sol crosses his arms across the table, making his large chest seem even bigger.“That true?”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Of course he called you in for that.
“Not that it’s anyone’s business, but yes. I am seeing someone.”
A nice human guy you met at a bookstore, named Rich. He was cute, with fluffy hair and a sweet smile. You had only been on a couple dates, nothing exclusive yet, but you saw a potential future with him.
Sol clicks his teeths, his eyebrows furrowing as that smug grin drops down to a disappointed pout.
“That’s gonna be a little problem, because last I checked-” Sol gestures back and forth between you two, “-I’m your boss.”
You raise a brow. “So?”
“As your boss, I kind of get final say in everything. I mean, everything.” Sol leans even farther forward, gut pressed into his desk. He’s so close you can feel his breath, see the way his hair falls from behind his pointed ears. “That includes who you spread those little legs for, capische?”
A hot blush runs up your neck, a combination of shock and anger shot through you like adrenaline.
You had kept a stiff upper lip for most of his shenanigans, for his stupid ego and this job, but this? This was crossing a line.
“That is not-”
“You want to keep your job?”
In just a sentence he steals the thunder out of your voice, a vice grip clutching around
your heart.
“You wouldn’t.”
Sol shrugs, eyes rolling.
“Why not? Can’t have a little slut like you distracted all day, thinking about some human.”
He says the word like a curse, practically spitting it.
“This, this isn’t-” Your lost momentum has you floundering, trying to find ground to stand on. But you’re trapped; You know it, and he knows it.
You take a deep breath, trying to reel in the desire to leap across the desk and strangle him.
“What do you want.” You state, not ask.
His lips curl up, his devilish nature on full display.
“I want you to do what you were always meant to do.” Sol leans back, tapping his chin. “You’re gonna plant that pretty pussy on my face, and let me show you a good time.”
Your ears feel hot, tears bubbling at the corner of your eyes. There's a distinct taste of shame in your mouth.
But you can’t lose this job. Can’t be blacklisted in the industry, which this spiteful bastard probably would do to get back at you.
So you sit up, kick off your heels, and ignore the way Sol licks his lips.
Your thumbs go down under the waistband of your skirt, before Sol stops you.
“No, keep it on.”
You stop, wondering what his plan is, and tepidly walk towards him.
Sol’s eyes elevate up and down, switching the knob on his chair to recline slightly. He pats his chin again, a long tongue poking out between his teeth.
“That’s right, baby. Come to papa.”
You hate the way the curdles your stomach, the way your legs begin to shake.
Just to be an asshole, Sol does nothing to help you climb up his chest. He sits with his arms crossed behind his head, smug as you struggle up his body.
Your skirt begins to naturally hike up as you shimmy, almost to your underwear by the time your legs are around Sol’s shoulders. You have to lean your hands in the walk behind his head to stay stable, a deliberate placement that forces your crotch right in his face.
With your legs slotted around his neck Sol's hands find their place in your ass, yanking you forward and taking a deep whiff of your pussy. A wet tongue follows it soon after, soaking the thin fabric and rubbing dangerously against your clit. You bite your lip, feeling the skin almost burst under teeth and pressure. He’s already humiliated you enough, Sol is not getting noises out of you.
Sol is ravenous, his sharp canines deftly tearing apart the fabric of your tights and panties, just missing the fat of your thighs on their way in. He has no patience once he reaches his prize, thick tongue shoved in with little preparation. Your hands scratch at the cheap company paint of the wall behind you, still refusing to let a peep out. Even as your body betrays your mind and your pussy begins to slicken.
Your eyes can’t help but wander downward, a jolt shooting up your spine when you realize Sol is looking directly at you. His nostrils flare as your eyes meet, his tongue curling and stretching open your walls. He must see the way your brow scrunches, how flushed your face is getting. There's a look of pride in his eyes that makes you burn.
Sol nuzzles his nose, digging his tongue deeper inside and you hate the way it rubs against your clit and makes your toes curl. It sucks how good he is at this, how your legs are beginning to tremble not from fear but from pressure. You’ve been able to stay quiet so far, but the moans are fighting towards the surface with every sultry lick.
You know you’re in trouble when one of his hands sneaks from your ass and over your thigh, Sol’s thumb coming to rub and flick at your clit. A moan crawls up your throat and you try to choke it down with another bite of your lip. But your legs clench around Sol’s head, your hips chasing the friction as he pulls you taught like a bow string.
Damnit, it had given you a sort of satisfaction to assume he was one of those guys who was all talk, no action. A dirty mouth that probably never went down, never brought his partners pleasure. This is just another slap in the face.
“Hmmph!” Your hand throws across your mouth, hunching forward as Sol finds that sensitive spot inside. Electricity shocks across your abdomen.
Please, no.
Sol is relentless in his chases, spurred on by your noise and fucks his tongue like a piston against your g-spot.
Too good, too good. I’m gonna-
“Angh~!” Your back arches, breath finally escaping as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. You refuse to look down, refuse to see the satisfied look on the bastards face.
But you never get a chance, as Sol hooks his strong arms around your legs and picks you up like a ragdoll. With a surprising gentleness he is able to sling you down his abdomen, turn you around to your stomach and pinned to his desk. Your skirt stays bunched around your hips, the slutty hole in your stockings ripped wider by fervent claws.
“Hey, kitty kitty~” Sol coos, fingers spreading your pussy’s lips wide open for him. “I knew you’ve a nice cunt, baby. Knew it right when I saw you.” Sol slaps your pussy, chuckling when you flinch. “Perfect for daddy.”
A hot head presses against your entrance and you know immediately that he is too big for you.
And he has a big dick?! What the fuck?!
“Wait, Sol-”
“Waited long enough, sugar tits.” The head presses deeper, the stretch cutting any words right out of your mouth. “Let’s fuck that attitude right out of you.”
Sol plunges in, aided by your slick and a fresh glob of spit. The dam being broken, your humiliation at its peak, you don’t try to hide your gasping breathes.
“Fuck!” Your shout, hips traitorously swinging backwards, urging him deeper into your guts. There's a deep groan from Sol’s chest and the scratching of hardwood. A glance to your side sees his claws have dug lines into his fine desk.
“S-shit. You’re fucking tight.” Sol gives an experimental thrust, the desk and bouncing forward. “That little boy toy of yours must have a pencil dick or something.” A large hand grabs your jaw, forcing your back to arch as he pulls you back to him. “Or has he not fucked you yet?”
You don’t dignify him with a response. Sol clicks his teeth.
“Whelp, I guess we’ll have to ask him.”
That jolts you awake, eyes widening as you realize Sol’s slipped your phone out of your skirt's pocket. The home screen is in front of you, your face unlocking it with ease. That fight instinct comes back and you begin squirming.
“Ah, ah.” Sol needs only one hand to pin you down, back on your stomach now that he’s on your phone. “What’d Mazey say his name was, Richie?” Sol casually scrolls through your contacts, humming as he spots Rich’s contact, with an emoji heart next to it. “There he is. Let’s give him a call, clear this up.”
You squeak in exertion, trying your damnedest to wiggle away and escape. But Sol’s grip is like iron, and Rich answers on the second ring.
“Hey there, what’s up?”
Sol leans down to look at you, tapping the speaker option, and makes a motion for you to talk.
“N-nothing much. Just-” Sol gives another hump, the desk legs squeaking against the linoleum. “-just thinking about you.”
You hate how Rich’s ‘aww’ is tainted by Sol, tainted by the noise of his hips slamming against your backside. You pray Rich’s phone has shitty audio, that he’s totally oblivious today. That he overhears the slapping of skin and the shaking of the desk to be some weird aspect of your demon company, and not what it really is.
“Thinking about you a lot too.” Richie says, and you try to dim the breathy moan that gets through. Sol’s nails dig into your hips, yanking you like a fleshlight. “Wanna meet up this weekend?” Sol slams a hand down, clawing a NO into the hardwood. Rich tone switches to concern. “Woah, what was that?”
“S-sorry, dropped a stapler, heh.” You throw your head down, chest heaving as another knot pulls in your stomach. Your words are beginning to feel foggy, your brain fuzzy as Sol finds your g-spot and starts brutalizing it with his cock. “Can’t this weekend unfortunately. Got some extra w-work to do.”
“Damn, wish I could help.”
Sol barely muffles his chuckles, patting your ass as he leans forward, whispering filth in your ear.
“Cum around my cock, baby~ I know you want to.”
You shake your head, tears dripping down your cheeks as you nuzzle your face into the desk. Sol laughs into your neck, his cock twitching at your frustration.
“Well, I gotta get back to w-work. Just wanted to-” You suck in a deep breath. “-hear your voice.”
“I love hearing your voice too, babe.”
Your heart aches at the sincerity in his tongue, imagining his sweet face. Wishing it was him behind you right now, making you feel this good.
“Ok, see you later.” Your voice whines as a shaky hand taps the phone to off, making sure you’ve hung up before collapsing back into the desk.
Sol cackles behind you, hips swiveling.
“Sounds like a fucking loser. I guess I was right.” Sol’s tongue licks up the side of your cheek. “If he had fucked you, he wouldn’t be calling you ‘babe’.” Sol pitched his voice up high, mockingly, before pulling back his teeth in a snarl. “He’d be calling you whore.”
Sol yanks on your hair, baring your neck and sucking huge hickies right below your jaw. His hips begin to stutter, the balls slapping against your clit feeling tight as he exhales through his nose.
“Please…not inside.”
“I know you’re on birth control, bitch. I do what I want.”
Sol detached with wet lips from your neck, hand now on the back of your skull and forcing you down to the cool desk surface. Your breath leaves a foggy trail in its wake, your eyes rolling back as Sol reaches a peak in his intensity.
“Fuck, fuck!” Sol cries, claws digging lines into your skin as he begins to jerk and twitch. Soon after you feel a heavy warmth shoot deep inside of you, rivulets of cum dripping out between your two bodies and on to the desk.
There's a distinct feeling of emptiness in your gut when Sol pulls out, even with the sticky strings of semen stuck in between you. A thick finger pushes back in any lealing cum, Sol’s cooing voice admiring your fucked out pussy.
You can hardly think, your brain caught in a self-defensive haze as you just try to catch your breath. If you think you’ll hear Rich’s voice, have to feel the intense shame burning inside your chest, feel the red hot anger that you’re too tired to act on.
A warm hand caresses your face, pushing messy hair out of the way. Somewhere distant, Sol chuckles. “Yeah, just like I thought.” You hear the brief click of a camera. “Such a perfect cock-slut, all for me.”
#my writing#reader insert#monster romance#monster/human#requests#female reader insert#monster x reader
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new love on the near northside
A/N: haters that ruin the fun will get blessed out and blocked! find someone else to play with, tysm :) this is for all the sydcarmy truthers like me who’ve been in a spiral for two years
Pairing: Sydney Adamu x Carmen Berzatto
“All right chefs, we need to fire four prime ribs, two lobster risottos, and four cream puffs!”
“Yes, Chef!”
“Marcus, 86 the mascarpone for the cherry tart on 20!”
“Heard, chef!”
“Okay I need to see hands!”
The waitstaff gingerly grab the plated dishes from the final station, while Carmy is gently yet firmly reminding them not to smudge the plates as they’re being taken to their respective tables. Dinner service is in an awesome groove right now and Syd is feeling confident tonight. She’s still riding on a high from the last food critic that visited from the Chicago Tribune, who raved over her braised short rib and orzo pasta. There are also other reasons for Syd’s good mood.
“Open your legs, Syd..”
Syd shudders, takes three deep breaths and continues to fire off orders from the expo. The Bear has been packed almost every single night for three weeks. They don’t have much of a waitlist yet, but word of mouth moves quickly in Chicago and the front of house are noticing some repeat customers already.
Carmy joined Syd at the expo, and she can still pick up the scent of his cologne even in the midst of garlic, heavy cream and raw seafood. If she even peeks at him, she’ll lose her train of thought, and that’s the last thing the team needs right now. After having to let go of Josh after his unfortunate episode, her sous Tina has been pulling double time, covering both stations like a champ. She makes a mental note to give her an unbelievable gift and some love this weekend. “How are we doing, Chef? We cool?”
His eyes are so crystal clear and she recollects how he stares through her when they….oh fuck. “Yes, Chef. Runners are getting everything out in a timely manner, and we are turning these tables around. You?”
“Carmy, Carmy, yes—oh!”
Carmy licks and bites his lips and smirks. “Yes Chef. You’re the captain of this ship.” He squeezes her shoulder and goes back to his station as their boucher, Daniela checks in with Carmy about the fat trimmings for their beef.
Fak, Richie and Sweeps were holding down the front since Nat is on maternity leave. Carmy keeps a wallet size photo of his brand new nephew at his station, looking occasionally with a smile. Forty five more minutes before dinner service is over and Syd can finally go puke out back. “Chefs, we’re almost in the clear! Let’s keep up the momentum and sense of urgency!”
“Yes, Chef!”
Every dish is gorgeous. So many painstaking hours reworking the menu. Chaos menu, thoughtful chaos menu, back to chaos menu again. Reviewing and poring over Carmy’s intricate drawings, all the late night sessions, so much money spent on ingredients—it was enough to make Syd’s head spin. Hence why, almost a month since The Bear opened she’s still subsisting on a diet of Tums and Pepto.
She’s eternally grateful for her partners. Nat and Cicero have saved all their asses more times than they can count. Cicero is a hard ass but he adores Carmy and Sugar and has grown to love Syd as well. And of course, the best chef she’s ever had the privilege of working beside is her executive chef, business partner, best friend and now lover.
“Look at you. You’re so wet baby. Fuck—”
~
They’ve managed to keep their love affair under wraps for this long. It’s a struggle not to be able to touch each other when they’re working. Tina and Marcus are too perceptive; they would be found out immediately. Still, Sydney feels like a giddy school girl whenever Carmy corners her in the office as they open the restaurant every morning—both of his hands by her sides keeping her close. He’s so incredibly sexy without even trying and she still gets shy sometimes. He has to pull her chin from her shoulder and make her look at him.
“Don’t run away from me. You know I won’t let you..” And those ocean blue eyes of his again….and his lips are feather light on top of hers. Her knees are ready to buckle and Carmy sensed as much, so he pulls her close to the hardness of his chest and stomach to keep her standing.
She loves how his stubble feels on her chin and cheeks, especially when he drags his mouth down her jaw and lightly sucks on her neck. “Carm, Carm, Carm, oh my god, don’t! If they see me with a hickey when I didn’t have one yesterday, how do I explain that?” Her face is hurting, she’s cheesing so hard.
One hand slides up her chef whites, slipping under her camisole and his agile fingers pinch her nipple while his tongue circles her earlobe. Syd’s learned that Carmy is insatiable. For someone to not be as experienced as he claims—his hands, lips, tongue…always seem to go exactly where she needs them to. “I can’t help it, Chef. You’re just so damn beautiful.”
Syd’s hands roam all over his thick biceps and eventually land in the bushy mess atop his head. Their tongues lave and suck on each other’s and their moans can’t be held back any longer. Carmy pulls her leg up to his hip while he grips her braids, until he hears Marcus and Sweeps come through the back door. They separate quickly and get themselves together. Lusty gazes linger between them and they’re both aching between their legs. Carmy is as red as a beet, and Syd’s lips are swollen from his kisses and nipping. “Right, thank you chef.” Syd walks out first awkwardly with wobbly legs that make Carmy chuckle.
~
Dinner service is over—the kitchen has been scrubbed down, trash taken out, perishables have been stocked away in the lowboys and walk-in, and the back of house staff has skated out. It’s just Carmen and Sydney, in their brand new restaurant. “I’m beat. You got all your stuff right?”
Syd has an overnight bag with everything she needs for a weekend with her babe. “Yes, I do! Are you..ready to go?” Carmy grabs the weekend bag along with her hand and they walk in tandem to his car.
Carmy has been seeing a therapist in addition to the Al-anon meetings and Sydney can tell a difference already. He’s slower to rant and rave and owns up to his mistakes. More eager to hear people out. She’s proud of him—he’s suffered through a lot to make it to this point. They eventually arrive to his apartment and a shower is the first order of business. Syd loves the water pressure at Carmy’s place and taking showers together has been great for their newfound intimacy. They undress each other, Syd pulls her braids up in a high bun, and they just hold each other under the steaming water. This is their time. Away from The Bear. Away from Chicago. Away from the many demands and decisions they’re forced to confront every single day.
Carmy washes her with her pink loofah that’s been made a permanent staple in his bathroom. This is all new to Syd; her heart blooms in her chest at these big feelings she’s experiencing. He’s gentle and doesn’t leave an inch of skin untouched. Syd washes his hair with his expensive shampoo and Carmy’s eyes close in ecstasy. They needed this tenderness. They deserved it.
All cleaned up and fresh, they mosey back to the kitchen for a late night meal. Habits are hard to break. “Spaghetti?” Carmy suggests.
“Yes oh my goodness. Butttt use bucatini instead. And all the cheese.” He smiles in agreement and pecks her on the lips and gets out all the ingredients they need. Julia Child is on in the background on a public access channel, as they converse about the restaurant and Carmy’s nephew and Sydney’s dad and Carmy’s dysfunctional family, the deep loss Syd still feels at the absence of her mom for most of her life. More tenderness.
Pasta is rolled out. Meat sauce is sautéed, seasoned and almost ready. The Shiraz is poured. Carmy can’t stop staring at her in his shirt and boxers. She’s so cute. The pasta boils and he watches her watching the program, fully enthralled. Everything is finally done; he plates everything in his unique Carmy way and Syd audibly orgasms at how the savory flavors meld together especially with the wine.
He grates more pecorino over the pasta and the lull in conversation is comfortable and warm. Not awkward and full of anxiety like with Donna….leaving him constantly overthinking and being afraid to speak. Sydney seemingly knows what he’s going to say before he does and that brings him comfort. They’re in crystal clear alignment on every way and he now knows a semblance of peace.
“Fuck. This is good.” Sydney is damn near scraping the plate, while Carmy is smiling the biggest she’d ever seen from him. They both love when the other eats their food. That sense of pride is undeniable.
“I’m glad you enjoyed, Chef. Anything for you.” He winks at her and she gets bashful and mumbled out that she’s going to take care of the dishes since he cooked. To his surprise, he’s a little more tipsy than he realized from the Shiraz. Carmy drains his glass and pours himself another, while checking Syd’s frame out. His boxers are screaming for relief and a little moan eeks out of him before he can stop it. Thankfully Syd isn’t aware of his moment of weakness.
Carmy swallows and wipes his lips and moseys behind his girlfriend. Kissing and nipping. “I’m almost done here, Carm..” Syd whines a bit at his ministrations and drops the plate into the soapy water.
“Yeah. Not fast enough for me..” Carmy turns her around and leaps with his tongue and mouth first. Her hands are dripping wet but she doesn’t waste a second grabbing his head of wild curls and taking what he has to give. Carmy grabs her legs to wrap them around his waist and Syd can periodically feel him thrust up into her mound, wailing for stimulation that only he can provide.
Their shared affection overpowers the television, and Carmy feels his way down the hallway with his baby in his arms. His love, that saved him in so many ways. He pulls his shirt off, she takes hers off. She takes his boxers off that she had on and she lays on his bed, naked as the day she was born. “Fuck me, Carmen.”
She held in her amusement because his entire neck and face was blood red with the pupils of his eyes blown out. Syd knows that he’s doing everything he can to stay contained, but he knows her better by now—she does what she wants. So she spreads her legs for him and twirls her clit in tandem with a brown nipple. Carmy’s about to explode.
He drops to his knees and explores her love below like it’s never been done before. “Sydney, why do you taste so good? Why do you do this to me..” She relishes in the fact that he’s potentially bruising her with the vice grip he has on her thighs, but yet she’s so afraid that she’s gonna squirt in his face if he keeps gently sucking her clit in and out of his lips like that. His manicured fingers enter her canal one after the other and prompt her to let go. “CARMYYYYYYY!”
His whole chest is drenched, and his eyes are shut tight, his deft fingers rubbing tight circles around her clit with a precision that only an executive chef named Carmen Anthony Berzatto could deliver. Sydney pushed his head away and she’s left trembling with watery eyes. “I-I—i didn’t know I could do that!”
Carmy just smirks and wipes his mouth and drops his pants. Syd still can’t get over him. He has even more tattoos that can’t be readily seen on a day to day basis, he is so cut and muscled and has a cock that should be cast in 24 karat gold. Don’t sleep on the short kings.
“Turn around.” His voice leaves no room for pushback, and she can barely raise up on her knees before he’s manhandling her. He’s learned that he loves doggy with Syd. With her ass high in the air, she is getting impatient as well and reaches behind her to line him up with her slit. Carmy catches his lip in his teeth as he pushes forward and they both groan out a “fuck” that only they could wholly grasp.
On the first stroke, he’s all the way in and Syd fees his sack grazing over her entrance. They’re both in a trance. Carmy has visions of Syd cooking, smiling, cumming, revolving in his mind as well as the score of the last White Sox home game so he doesn’t bust his load quick. Syd can’t get the thought of how intense and sweet he gazes at her. How he commands their team, how his talent speaks for itself, how fucking sexy his jawline is, how big his heart is. How lucky is she? To fall in love with her idol, mentor, boss….and to have him love her back.
The bed is beginning to bounce off the wall. Their volume increases as Syd can’t hold herself up anymore and they fall into collapsed doggy with their fingers interlocked. “I’m so glad you found me. I love you Syd, I love you, I fucking—fucking love you baby!” That set Sydney off for the most expansive and overwhelming orgasm of the night, taking her beau with her over the edge. Carmy’s sweaty forehead lays on Sydney’s right temple—both of them with tears in their eyes.
Carmy kissed every finger tip until their mouths met again, both letting their waterlogged eyes flow free. “I know. I love you too Carmy. We’re never alone.”
“We’re never alone.”
#soufcakmistress#carmy and sydney#carmy x syd#carmy x sydney#syd adamu#the bear fanfiction#the bear fx#syd x carmy#sydney x carmen#sydcarmy
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Other characters in this junior high drama-mystery, that is so bad, CAA would convince our Boston Dumb Fuck it was a smart vehicle for him.
Because let's be honest, the crazy fan narrative is tissue paper thin and frankly uninspired. So who else we got!
The Publicist, who couldn't sell a sweater to a naked man in Winnipeg in the dead of winter and did no vetting of possible partner's problematic behavior. Did she think the fans would be that dumb because they saved him from a dick pic embarrassment? By the way, this is way worse that any dick pic.
The agents, looking for extra revenue streams now that their human trafficking pipeline has gotten too much exposure with the biggest client rotting in prison. Also include some (streaming) studios here who have deals with said agents and need their own additional revenue streams now that they figured out their existing business models don't work anymore, but are in need of a fourth yacht and 3rd private jet.
The ingenue who has been told her value is what is on the outside and how she can make older men feel. They will give her anything she wants and she doesn't have to work hard like the racially inferior, ugly and fat ones. It's not her fault everyone else is jealous. And if she doesn't get her way she acts like a petulant child and throws a tantrum until those around her capitulate.
The clout chasing friends, and possibly family. Whether it is for free trips, social media exposure, acting roles or just plain dickishness, they love taking advantage of their little cash cow, even if he looks sick, over worked, depressed and empty. Just keep smiling in them fancy photos while your "friend" slowly fades away. But then I guess the joke is on them, because, like the destruction described at the end of "The Lorax", "Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not."
The lawyers who can't seem to get The Golden Boy out of a super shady contract. No morality clause? No milestone clauses where if it looks like the situation is causing either party damage they could bail? Seems to me some of the requirements reek of illegal behavior- bribery, blackmail/coersion, immigration violations, along with punative emotional damages (just read the GQ article and look at most any picture of him since last November and you can see what I mean).
And finally, we have The Golden Boy himself. The one who could do no wrong. But that was only because he "shushed" all warnings out of his head. Whether it was hubris, greed, carelessness, frivolity, gullibility, obfuscation or just plain stupidity, he got himself into this mess somehow and can't seem to get himself out of it. It has destroyed his relationship with his fans, his ability to find and choose good roles, taken the joy and sparkle out of his eyes, caused him to dissociate from his entire life and career (says it himself in the GQ article), given up to smoke pot and play video games all day like a loser, "married" someone with the exact opposite traits he claimed to desire and is now associated with the antisemitic racists he used to fight against, while displaying some nasty misogynistic behavior throughout the process. And for what?
Yeah, but it's his fans that are crazy.
#boston antisemite#boston racist#boston fatshamer#brian wilson vibes#do better#i don't like hypocrites#you are the company you keep#ai in human form#coward#I hate manipulation#don't piss on my leg and tell me it is raining#You are no feminist
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Levi NSFW alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He lays there, you leaned against his chest. Plays with your hair or you play with his. Talk about video games and then go for a bath
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes his hair and horns. He just thinks they look cool. You, he can’t get enough of every single part of you, he feels lucky you even notice him. But if he had to pick I feel like he’s a neck guy. He just loves looking at your neck and collarbones and imagining marking them up with love bites
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I THINK HIS CUM HAS GLITTER, yes you heard me glitter. I think it has a blue iridescent shine to it. Which makes it look really pretty when it drips out of your hole
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Hentai? Not after he met you. Definitely jerks off to you and your pictures you post on social media. I don’t think he even likes hentai that much anymore because he can probably only get off to you. We all know he’s a big fat pervert so maybe he takes sneaky pics of up your skirt or you changing, for scientific reasons.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s SOOOOO difficult. Idk if he’s a virgin, but homie is definitely lacking experience. He’s like hella old tho. So he probably isn’t a virgin. But again, still lacking a ton of experience
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
You riding but he moves your hips. He has a control issue and he always needs to be in some kind of control. Also doggy. He loves doggy. He will destroy your organs with his cocks in doggy
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s so serious that it’s comical, like if you so much as smile in a goofy way he gets so insecure and insulted
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Blue pubes. And idk man. He might be waxed…..
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s not great at intimacy but he enjoys it and loves the feeling of you being there emotionally as well as physically
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He takes your panties and sniffs them to get off. He wraps them around his painful erections and strokes himself up and down pretending you’re there with him
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He likes being degraded. But he still doms, but he also does some degrading back at you. “I can’t believe you’re letting someone like me fuck you” and “you must be a real easy slut if a gross shut in can get in your pants”
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Your bed and his bean bag. The tub is a little bit inconvenient
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Jealouslyyyy, is like the biggest one. If u even laugh at mammon he wants to claim you. He’s can’t stand it when you talk to others. Especially lord diavolo. He’s just so perfect and him and Levi are so different
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Not hurting you, light hair pulling but he cannot bring himself to even lay a finger on you in a violent manner, he refuses. Even if you beg for it, nope. He’s just too infatuated with you to hurt you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He has that snake tongue man, he’s a god at oral. Like better than he is at video games. When you go down on him tho, he takes a while to get comfy. He might cover his face the first few times, but after he knows you aren’t gonna judge him, he’s all cool with being loud and taking his hand away from his face
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends. He most definitely enjoys just having you sit on him and cock warm him, but if you talked with mammon too much that day, or didn’t respond to his text quick enough he will find you. And when he does he’s pumping in and out of you so fast.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Eh. He feels indifferent to them. He would prefer to take him sweet ass time, but hey he’s not gonna stop u
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Jealousy. He will make sure you’re extra loud when he pounds you in his room but he’s not to fond of doing it outside of his or your room. He doesn’t like the risk of someone else seeing you like that
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Sadly I think he has the second lowest stamina out of his brothers (after belphie ofc) and that’s not always a bad thing. He’s still a demon and still has a ton of stamina compared to you
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
A fleshlight. He he got one that has your skin tone and everything. He’ll use them during fun time. But u have to bring the extra things. He’ll let you do whatever you want. Or if u want him to do anything to you
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Horribly inpatient. Not a tease at all. Not slick enough and not enough skill with the ladies. He might try sometimes but he’ll just get embarrassed immediately. Then u need to tend to his wounds
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s the one person louder than mammon. Literally whimpers, moans, yells. The whole nine yards. Even if he’s dominant. He still whimpers and moans like he’s the one getting his insides rearranged
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Idkkkk I know SUB LEVI is a big thing but I think he’s just a shy soft dom, maybe he’ll want you to dom him and degrade him sometimes but he stays in charge for 90% of what happens. Ahem I also am a firm believer in panty stealer levi
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
TWO DICKS. You heard me, two. I think the lower one is 8.5 and the top one is 9.5 roughly. And in his demon form the tip becomes a dark blue
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He’s so ducking horny, you breathe, he’s hard. You bend over, he’s hard. You say his name in a sweet tone, he’s hard for hours. He’s a total perv. He’s just a shy little perv.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not fast. You’re long asleep before he even does. He’s probably playing on his Nintendo switch lol
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Heyy! I made another one, let's pretend Tsu'tey didn't die and he's happily alive a. Alsoo Tarsem is in here, is just for story building. Thank youu, lots of love! Have a good dayy <3
Pairing: Tsu'tey x Avatar! AFAB Reader
WC: 3K+
Warning: NSFW/SMUT, nothing that dirty; confusion?; a bit of breeding kink; a bit of desperate Tsu'tey; Oral(f receiving); creampie.
Summary: a couple of idiots making things work on a new path of life.
Morning are somehow boring, awaiting for more. Until the rustles of the cocoon beds and huts cut the silence off. Laughter, sleepy steps and chitchats getting louder by the hour, life blooming on the branches of hometree. The Lights of the outside world foreshadowing their memories, a new start of the day on Pandora; your new home.
A fresh start with the Clan Omaticaya after the war with the RDA. You thank Miss Smiles, JakeSully aka Olo’eyktan, his new rank at the moment. He got you in with him, belonging to the same squad before.
This guy is lucky. Even when you both got here, having the pretty princess as a teacher from the start, and you, sadly, the thanator trying to get your head in a leaf plate. The king of scowls, Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyo’iyan. You’d to admit that he was good as fuck, he taught you until things got engraved to your core memory, your bones nearly breaking and you accomplish your maidenhood in a record time.
Rethinking your life in the morning is hard, engrains fuming as the skxawng of your ex-teacher is stuck beside you. His tail flicking against your back, he knows you're trying to ignore him, enjoy the little time you have. His playful manner wouldn't have happened months ago. You really don't know how hard his head got hit after his fall on the Hallelujah Mountains, this guy got a big fat luck to not die that day. Although his mind got some flick on, some variation of himself.
He has been all over you, even when recuperating, taking your free time; throwing it all away, filling your mind. Feelings started blooming with the time spend together, they were already there before feeding into dryness. So small and not grown. Those emotions morphing into a complex concept making things complicated.
The stinging on your skin taking all the attention again, thoughts kicked out by a hard hit in your back. You picked your hand up swiftly, slapping his tail off. "Tsu'tey, I know you love my attention on you at every passing hour," strained smile cracking your angry face, "but for Eywa, I'm so close to cutting that tail of yours and feed you with it." you whispered loud enough for him. He leaned closer, breath fanning your ear, "You are not using the collar I gave you last night, your neck looks empty without it. Should I do another one?” His hand gently caressing yours, both hidden from prying eyes.
Your mouth went dry. Looking away is safer than trying to look at him, weak to his shinning eyes, and his scowling face. He deserves someone better, greater than a half-breed, an avatar; his time wasted around you. You sighed, “I-I like what you do, every time, they’re wonderful,” squeezing his hand yearning for more, “I know that your partner is going to love them as well.”
His eyes are seeking for yours, his ears cowering as his heart started pumping slower. You look so tense, your shoulders trembling. ’Are you disgust by him?’, his silent question trying to come out swallowed quickly. His body seems frozen to his sitting space, feeling numb. He can’t feel the beating of his heart, his hands reached for his chest, thumping still there.
His movements were so sudden that it made him feel dizzy, leaving is the suitable end. He has to be left alone on his own, rotting on his emotions, the shame of being rejected pushing him farther away.
His courting was going smoothly, you have appreciated every gift and his skills. Even the smallest gifts were welcome. Time spent together flashing on his mind, darkening his new path.
You look at the empty space beside you puzzled, wandering for his strange behavior. Chores must be done, maybe his should’ve started long ago. Hand resting on the warm left behind, you want him around in your life. As a friend if the time says so. Adding the possibility of him being with somebody else to the equation, crushing your heart with it. At the moment the time is not enough to wander and lament the imaginary lost, the day barely started and things need to be done. Later you're going to mend this and be honest for once to yourself and him, open your heart.
Hours had passed since you’ve started your research for the ‘lost na’vi’. The light of the sun died as the eclipse took place, bringing closer the humid air of the night on Pandora. Your strength gone, energy wasted on nothing. Hiding and ignoring you for this long, his attention taken by anything, but you. You’ve felt like this before, when he was your teacher; known breathless and consuming feelings of rejection heavy on your soul.
Staying longer on hometree builds pressure over your shoulders, seeing more than what you got today as your sentiments decayed. Mindless walk taking you to the natural luminescence on the path before you, step by step shinning as the bridge started taking form. A large tree trunk covered in moss and beautiful glowing flowers, while their roots sunk in the river. You have been here with your enigmatic partner, you don’t seem to go far from him.
This river is majestic, current not that heavy, maybe swimming is going to flow your emotions away.
Your eyes stuck on the crystalline water, blinding your reaction to the light footsteps approaching your way, “Hello, dream walker! Are you lost?” echo of a deep teasing voice yanking you out of the scenery. Body rigid for a few seconds, ready to jump and attack, but it’s just Tarsem. You have seen this guy around, shared hunt parties with him and chitchatted from time to time. “Hello, Tarsem,” gesturing to him with your hand, “I’m not lost, just admiring the eye-catching view, wondering if I should take a dip.” a faint smile forming in your lips.
He looks agitated, his tails twitching and ears pulled back. He lifted his hand, slightly trembling, slender fingers brushing your shoulder, “I-I came here to give you a gift,” he held his breath, “a courting gift. I’ve seen you with Tsu’tey around kelutral, many times together, but it seems that you’re not being courted by him or anyone.”
Maybe if you stood there longer you'll turn into a tree, no more problems. Words said by the man in front of you made you part every interaction since your warrior's fall on Hallelujah Mountains in two, the gifts he gave you, taking you hunting with him and his new interest in skinship. Reactions you’d had replaying in your brain, your tail flicked as you worked your brain to mush. Relationships matter are done differently here-y-you fucked this up, his customs lost you in some platonic limbo. Your shoulder being squeeze made you jump, his sharp stare scanning you, the younger man put both hands in your stiff shoulders. "Uhh, I-I..." you babbled confused, trapped on the uncomfortable moment.
Tsu’tey’s gaze fixed on the shape of two na’vis near the other, his blood boiling; little of air provided by nature, not enough to suffocate it.
He won’t take this again, his partner stolen so fast and in front of his eyes. “She’s being courted, Tarsem. You should go away now!" he hissed, bare teeth threatening the other man. Ears pointing down wards, body tensing as he marched to you, a protecting barrier before you. The younger na'vi held his arms up and left, tails tuck in between his legs. Dismissing your warrior's invitation to fight off, hissing as he passed beside Tsu'tey.
Feet moving by themselves, bringing you closer, instinct taking you to him. You are seeing everything fully, him completely. Pleased by his bright eyes on you, “I’m sorry, Tsu’tey. I-I didn’t know how mates worked," wetting your lips, "uhm, just the ending part. Neytiri and Jake are not that good at teaching stuff." you snicker embarrassed, hiding your face in your hands, waiting to be eaten by earth.
Tsu’tey's hands pushed yours away, he wants to see your beautiful face. His lips pursing in a charming smile, "I was supposed to be teaching you the way of the people, and I got lost on you, ma yawne." he chuckled, his beating heart quaking in anticipation.
Embracing your body to yourself, caressing your arms, "I adore every gift you gave me, Tsu'tey, and you're great at any activity taking place. A known strong warrior.” Inhaling air fully, " I-I didn't feel right for you and I tried to hide my feelings away, cage them for myself.” you blurted out. Showing yourself bare is weakening, even to him. But he’s not reacting badly, he looks almost lost. As if he was trapped.
His eyes enchanted by the holy image before him, a halo of bluish light confining your form; shy and sweet, even in front of your mate. He panted, breathing seems harder around you; inching closer in your space, hands cupping your face. Feelings crashing into a fever induce kiss; his mouth following yours. Bodies pressing closer to the other, minds consume by the melting heat of the moment, longing for more than just a kiss.
Breaking the kiss felt as a forbidden act, “Come with me, please." he pleaded, his hand reaching for yours, reassuring squeeze encouraging your weaving heart.
"I like when you beg, my love,” you joked as a teasing smile took place in your face. "Come now!" he pulled you with desperation, afraid of this being an illusion, just a dream of his. Slow steps turning into a fast pace. A never-ending walk, every passing minutes making your skin crawl, hand holding not enough.
The sudden stop made you sweat, tree of souls surrounding you both. Lilac lights drawing shadows on his muscle back, tensing with every trembling step, tail swinging with impatience. “I was worried, you didn’t come to me in dinner, not even your shadow near mine,” he confessed breaking the tensing silence formed, “I should’ve talked this out with you, instead of leaving and try t-to h-hate you.”
Nearing his body from behind, grasping your arms around his waist, leather like material prickling your skin; resting your cheek on his bare back. “The time we had to think was enough, ma Tsu’tey. I see you, regardless of anything that had happened before” pinching his side, “and you were really annoying from the start.” you pointed out playfully.
His hand now wrapped around yours, breathy laugh catching your ears, “Your laugh is alluring, I’d love to hear you more, my love.” hot breath hitting his back. His face turning lilac, he’s supposed to make you feel shy and flustered, not him. Parting you from his leather belt on his waist, slowly turning to you, still holding your hand; he bringing it closer to his lips, a feather like kiss igniting skin.
"A handsome and charming warrior." you bite your lip, “I’m such a lucky girl. Uhm, don't you want a kiss, pretty boy?" you teased him further. You took on the sight of heavenward, Tsu'tey on his knees; eyes glossy, face flush and quickening breath. "Yes, p-please." wavering voice taking you out of place, 'what happened to his strong manner?' you wander.
Dragging his hands through your legs, groping your plump thighs to his own desire. Nostril flared at the smell of your aroused scent, playing with the string of your loincloth, "Can I kiss you here, my love?" he pleaded. Heart thumping in your ears, lips parted freeing a low whimper, nodding twice starving for his skin in direct contact with yours.
Item of clothe discarded, bare to his gentle pecks on the inside of your thighs, yearning to taste you more. His fingers wantonly travel to grace your wet folds, sliding slowly inside, rubbing your clit over and over again. Warrior’s eyes fixed on your reactions. The way your face contorts in pleasure, mouth slightly open welcoming soft moans, ears retracted in ecstasy; he wants to please you more, so beautiful, a toxin consuming his mind.
Your addicting smell making him get closer to the source, mouth salivating with the sole idea of tasting you. Parting your glistening folds, he buried his tongue straight in, lapping your juices satiating his hunger as he flicked at a short and quick motion your bundle of nerves. Tsu'tey’s free hand went directly to his navel, untying his loincloth. A teasing stroke of his pulsing cock, sending vibrations of groans to your core, causing loud prays of his name come out of your mouth.
Thumb circling his cock-head, pearls of pre-cum dripping to his hand, wrist movements following the same motion of his tongue fucking your hole; aching to fill you up with his shaft. Your smaller hands went to his hair, desperate for your release, holding him closer to you. Rutting your hips faster, tangling nerves on the pit of your stomach blooming. The feeling pushing you over the edge, trembling legs making you unable to hold yourself any longer. Trying to get a grip of anything, your smaller hand dig in Tsu'tey’s shoulders.
Air knocking out of your lungs on instinct, but the hard impact on the grass floor didn’t hit you. Your mate’s palms were under your head, softening your fall, "I'm sorry. I-I lost my balance," you cry out, ears clasping in your scalp "Did I hurt you, ma Tsu'tey?"
His chest vibrated as he burst into laughter, your face felt hotter by the seconds, not just the teasing striking you, but the image before your eyes. Starstruck by him on top of you, his sharp features soften up as the corner of his eyes wrinkled hazily and mouth slightly open showing his teeth usually hidden from the world. “Thank you for your blessing, Eywa,” you mumbled quietly as your fingers reached for him, softly caressing his jaw. Tsu’tey’s eyes on you, his pupils dilated, lips parted panting for clean air, while your thumb in a feather like manner trace his glistening bottom-lip. Bringing him closer to your mouth, lips smashing together in a starving kiss tasting yourself on his tongue.
Breaking the kiss, his lips descended slowly from your jaw to your neck, nibbling your pulsing point. His digits tracing the collar covering your chest, sliding it up, enough to expose your breast to his eyes. His hand cupping your breast, finger caressing your nipple; mouth stuck tending the other, pointy tongue licking it teasingly.
Hazy eyes looking at him, flicking tail wrapping around his wrist, “Touch me more, yawntu,” you pouted desperate.
A wet 'pop' like sound reaching your fogy mind, "My needy pretty mate, wants to feel more, hmm?” he mewled in your ear. Tsu'tey's hand grasping his queue, understanding the idea you went on to grab yours, looking at him through your eyelashes, such an innocent image for a seductive mate. This connection was something unknown to you both, just tales of mated pares to think on. Emotions flowing your system, knowing more than the surface. Hearts beating on their own accord, linked to the other. Nuzzling your head closer, you tenderly peck his cheek, "I love you, my handsome warrior.” your breathed his skin.
Your big and strong warrior crawling to you, confining you under him, a predatory like stare on his eyes; hands on your hips calming your heated skin. His rougher hand doing his way in between your thighs, spreading you wider for him, glistening pussy folds exposed. "So wet and ready for your mate, yawne.” he licked his lips, eyes fixed in your cunt. Tsu’tey’s slender fingers plunge inside your slippery slit, dragging his digits in and out of you, while his thumb rubbed your clit at a torturing pace. Working your hole open for him; your pink walls contracting around his digits, his sudden stop making a loud whine leave your lips. "I want to feel you around me." he groaned, fingers covered of slick going to his lips. You moaned needy a loud 'yes', ready to be fill up by your mate.
His heavy shaft rutting against you, lubing himself up with your essence. Running his hands lightly over the back of your thighs, he parted them enough to have a better access to your entrance. Cock-head brushing your wet hole, as he pushed inch by inch inside you. Teasing snap of his hips inducing to a guttural groan, "You're all mine now. A-All mine to breed and use." he breathed shakily, feeling your fluttering walls accommodated his length.
Setting a new pace as he rolled his hips slowly, holding your sweaty body closer to his. His mouth devouring yours, hungry for more of you. As he pulled your plump hips harder on him, swallowing every sweet moan.
Low growls in your ears, almost enough to cover the wet sound skin slapping together. Using your hips to his satisfaction, rocking your body to his will, bringing you closer to your climax. Teary eyes on him, and a mind consume by pleasure, "I-I want m-more, Tsu'tey," you stuttered. Followed by a pornographic squelch of wetness as he dragged his glistening cock out, before plunging his shaft back to the hilt on your puffy folds, knocking the air out of your lungs. Starting an erratic tempo, frenetic to get you off along with him.
Tsu'tey’s gaze caught by the place where you're both connected, a white ring of your essences mixed took form at the base of his cock. Your pussy pulsing as he grind his thumb tenderly on your clit, “Cum for me, honey, cum. I-I know you want to." he hissed in your ear, hips snapping merciless in you.
You're not that far, the way your walls have him in a visceral grip, trying to suck him deeper. Hazy stuttered pounds, leaving his twitching sensitive cock spilling hot white cum inside your throbbing hole. You whine over-stimulated as he dragged his shaft out, release dripping from your fluttering hole, "You have to keep it all inside, my love," his breath fanning your lips, as his thumb pushed his cum back inside.
Tsu’tey laid beside you, his eyes bright on yours, his hands softly holding your face. He pecked gently your skin, embracing your body closer to his, tail swinging excited. “Let’s sleep, my beautiful mate.” He murmured, nuzzling his head closer to your crown. Your head resting on his chest, beating heart lulling you to sleep.
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Kurama NSFW Alphabet
!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!
warnings: breeding, reader is called princess/angel, fem!reader, creampie, period sex mention, biting/scratching
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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
After sex he’s quite tired, and he enjoys some soft cuddling before napping. He likes to bring a snack and drink to the room before you have sex, so if you need something after he can easily get it for you!
He’s also 100% up for a nice warm, relaxing bath afterwards where he gets to wash and caress you!
B= Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
His favorite body part is his hair! He loves when you lovingly run your fingers through it, or when you give it a gentle tug when he’s got you under her. Kurama enjoys taking baths with you and asking you to wash his hair. You’re so tender with him, it just makes the red head fall in love even harder with you.
His favorite part of you is your tummy. He enjoys resting his head on it when he’s tired, or putting his hand over your soft flesh while he fucks into you, saying how he’s going to give you a baby <3
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He prefers staying clean and doesn’t want to get you all messy either, so he ends up cumming inside of you most of the time! Kurama has a bit of breeding kink to, which only adds onto this.
He cums a decent amount, about 3-5 creampies is enough to fill you up perfectly. Though… he likes to stuff you full.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He has a few…
First, he goes crazy for your scent. He’s a bit ashamed of it, but he’s constantly pulling you in for hugs, just to smell you, especially during breeding season. He can’t get enough, sometimes all it takes is a whiff of you and he’s hard.
Second off, he is VERY interested in period sex. He already goes insane when you ovulate, but so far he hasn’t touch you when you’re on your period. He really wants to ask, he would love to eat you out!
He desperately wants to cover you in hickeys and love bites. He’d love to each you out and suck and bite on the fat of your thighs until they’re completely covered in his love bites…
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
When he was a demon, Kurama had his fair share of experiences with other demon women. He never had sex with someone he loved, just little flings to satisfy his urges.
As a human, Kurama is technically a virgin, and his human body is a lot more difficult to navigate. He’s surprisingly sensitive, easily aroused and easy to bring to an orgasm.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary and doggy are the two positions he takes you in the mostly though missionary is the more common one. He only does doggy when he’s desperate/needy and needs to fuck right then and there.
G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s pretty serious, but sharing a few laughs and smiling is commonplace. Kurama enjoys holding you close to him, talking you through it and giving you kisses, so if a few giggles slip through your slips he won’t mind.
H= Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He keeps himself well trimmed, also yes it’s red! It’s very soft, just like his hair.
1= Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s very romantic, and enjoys taking his time with you. Kurama is often very busy with helping Yusuke with detective work, so when he’s not doing that, he tries his best to make every love making session sweet and intimate.
It’s the little things, like holding your hand and kissing your forehead while he thrusts into you, whispering soft words of love and adoration in your ear when he leans down close.
J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Kurama found out just how sensitive his human body was the moment he saw you. He’d never had much interest in girls, especially human ones, but felt his cock go hard the second you smiled so sweetly at him.
He had jerked off a few times before after getting morning wood, but this time he found himself imagining your hand slowly pumping his length, not his.
After that, he jerked off regularly, and once you two got together, he didn’t need to as often, because you let him fuck you when he’s horny instead <3
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Overstimulation
Breeding
Period Sex
Lactation
Cockwarming
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Depending on the season, he’ll either only have sex with you in the bedroom, or he’ll fuck you anywhere. If he’s in rut… lord help your coochie 🙏💔
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He’s very scent based, so if he gets a good whiff of your smell he becomes very happy/relaxed, but it can also make his dick hard within seconds.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
He will never EVER hurt you during sex, it’s a big no no. And something he wouldn’t like done to him is being choked or slapped. He’s a very gentle and sweet lover, and he wants the same from you!
0 = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Oh my god, let’s just say he remembers a thing or two from his demon days. When his face is between your legs you’ll be having a great time.
That is to say, he much prefers eating you out than you sucking him off. Your taste, the way you moan his name and whimper out little pleas for him to keep going makes him go CRAZY.
P= Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc.)
Oh he’s usually very slow and sensual. Like I said earlier, he prefers to take his time with you and show you how much he cares about and loves you.
Although if it’s during breeding season, all of that goes out the window and the only thing he’s thinking about is how much cum he can stuff into your pretty pussy before it starts spilling out of you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He’s not a big fan of quickies, again, he prefers to take his time with you. The only quickies he has are ones to satisfy you when you’re needy.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He doesn’t take risks with his precious angel, no way. If he wants to try something new, he always asks you first and makes sure it’s okay. Your comfort is very important to him, because to him making love is almost like a trust exercise. You’re trusting him with your body, he would never break it.
S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
This guy can last as long as you want him to. He’s a complete gentleman, so when you get tired he’ll pull out and start aftercare.
Though, again, going into rut makes him a lot more ravenous. He can last several hours, until your leaking his cum onto the bed.
T= Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own any toys, and honestly he’s not interested in them for himself at all. He also doesn’t LOVE the thought of you having them, as he thinks he may not be pleasing you enough. With some reassurance that sometimes you need alone time or it’s to tide you over while he’s gone, he’ll come around and understand. He won’t tell you not to use them, as it’s your body, but he may be a little jealous or not understand them completely without an explanation.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s not a huge tease, but he does like getting you all worked up, especially when you’ve been a bit of a brat lately.
He’ll hold you in his lap, lightly tapping his finger against your panties while you squirm and beg him to touch you. “Can’t you cum with this? Such a needy little princess, perhaps I’ve been spoiling you too much.”
V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s not very loud, but you’ve known you’ve done something good when he groans softly, looking down at you with those emerald eyes while he calls you a good girl~
W= Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
To learn more about human sex, he watched a lot of porn and did a lot of research. He got caught doing this not once, but multiple times by Yusuke. It wasn’t easy trying to explain that he wasn’t getting off to it, just trying to study so he could make you happy, but Yusuke still teases him for it even years later.
X= X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
Kurama is 6.5 inches long and pretty girthy. During the mating season he takes on a more animalistic appearance, his cock changing the most. He’s able to knot you, which he does QUITE a bit during this time.
He wears boxers, they’re usually navy blue or light grey.
Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I think it’s about medium sized. He definitely yearns for you, especially when he’s away for longer periods of time, but he can usually just look at naughty pictures and videos you’ve sent him to get him through tough times. When he finally gets home, he’ll take you out to dinner then fuck you like he hasn’t seen you in years when you get home(he’s literally only been gone a week).
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He falls asleep a few minutes after the final creampie! He makes sure to take care of you first if you need anything, because although he would never want to intentionally hurt you, he does end up scratching and/or biting you a bit too hard sometimes.
Kurama makes sure all of your needs are met before he pulls you in for kisses and cuddles!
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i loved your venti/chubby reader post/thoughts very much... do you have any thoughts about other genshin characters and a chubby reader?
i am ALWAYS having chubby & fat reader thoughts 👀👀👀 this is not an extensive list, but just who i felt inspired for. if y'all like it, i'm definitely willing to do another set of characters!
CW // suggestive, mild mention of fatphobia in diluc & childe's section, breeding kink for gorou's section, and possessive behavior in zhongli's section.
⤳ perhaps obvious, but... childe - as someone who grew up in the cold and unforgiving winters in snezhnaya, he is enamored by his chubby partner. you're so soft and warm... he loves to squeeze your soft body and coo about how perfect you are. loves pressing himself against your back when he's hard. he's driven wild by your hips - it ignites the breeding kink in him.
childe loves to see you dressed up in tight clothes, marveling at the way the fabric rests on your curves. if you have a double chin, he's very fond of giving love bites to it. he simply cannot keep his hands off a chubby partner. he has a high sex drive and wants his cock buried in you as much as possible. he likes to hold onto your tummy when he fucks you.
(and it goes without saying, but... if anyone were to say anything unsavory, they won't be alive for long.)
⤳ diluc - diluc has always been bothered by the way high-class society demands a certain look. (he's not a fan of high-class society in the first place.) he'd always found his eyes drifting towards those with fuller figures, imagining running his hands over their generous flesh and laying his head upon their bosom... he's 100% whipped when it comes to you.
your body is the pinnacle of beauty to him - there's nothing more he loves than to admire you. he's insistent on getting you extravagant clothing that lays across your figure in ways that highlight your curves. he'd be thrilled to have a room full of paintings of your nude form. loves to put his hands under your tummy and warm them there, even though his hands are usually quite warm. he can't get enough of your chest, and he's delighted if you give him a titjob.
⤳ gorou - the moment gorou lays eyes on you, he's down bad. whilst he certainly admires hard & toned bodies like his own, he's always loved full-figured bodies as well - and yours is absolutely perfect. his little doggy brain sees you and thinks 'PERFECT FOR MATING. SOFT. WARM. MUST PROTECT.' he has to excuse himself for a bit to calm down.
there's not a day that goes by that gorou doesn't tell you how beautiful you are. he's easily embarrassed, but he's determined to let you know just how much he loves you & your body. he's obsessed with cuddling you at night and loves to lay on your big and soft thighs. during his ruts, he's insatiable - your body is just so perfect. it's like you were made for him, and you're going to have bruises on your generous hips from how hard he digs into them whilst he fucks you.
⤳ heizou - he's seen countless bodies throughout his life, but he's never found anyone who even comes close to your beauty. heizou is constantly working, so coming home to your soft body at the end of the day is like heaven to him. unlike the harsh world, you're soft... he never tires of seeing your chubby cheeks, delighted by how round they look when you smile.
one of his favorite things to do is to use you as a pillow late at night, resting his body on you whilst he reads through cases. and if you're okay with it... he likes to sit on you completely. his small stature lends well to this, and he finds it comforting to sink into your body. of course, he LOVES to have you sit on him as well. if you worry you'll crush him... you won't. he's stronger than he looks. he loves when you ride him so he can see every inch of your body.
⤳ zhongli - you are, without a doubt, zhongli's greatest treasure. he's quite sure of what he likes - and your abundant body is the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. the way your body curves, the cute rolls you have, the way your body jiggles so cutely when you move certain ways... he's charmed by all of it. zhongli knows he'll never tire of your body. to him, you are divine - and as a former god himself, that's the highest form of honor he could bestow upon a person.
zhongli likes to show you off, but the instant he sees someone else checking you out he's wont to whisk you back to your shared home and fuck you full of his cum - a mark that you belong to him. it's the dragon blood that still runs hot through his veins making him so possessive. he can control it, of course... but you certainly don't seem to mind when he lets himself give in.
he'll adorn you in fine jewels and expensive fabrics, though he prefers you best with no clothing at all save for a necklace that bears a design he made himself, featuring cor lapis in the center.
#genshin impact.txt#genshin impact x reader#chubby reader#fat reader#my writing#not sfw#breeding kink cw#childe x reader#diluc x reader#gorou x reader#heizou x reader#zhongli x reader#genshin impact
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Sleeping with Spiders
YellowJewl
Chapter 2
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!!!!!!SMUT AND GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AHEAD!!!!!
You were all packed and ready to catch your train hours before it would even arrive at the station. It was just about 2:40 AM and nerves alone had you up and walking the city streets. You quit quite a bit ago but you would have killed for a smoke right about now. Were you restless about such a big move? You don't know why but something in the pit of your stomach was telling you that something was wrong.
When you neared the gallery, that feeling grew stronger. Looking down at your phone, it was already three. The witching hour. You started to walk faster towards the gallery, you knew something was happening. And at closer inspection you were right. The front windows were shattered, someone had broken in.
Your work. All of your work is in there.
Without giving it a second thought, you climb through the broken window. It's dark inside and you can barely see a thing. You can't help but wonder what you are even doing here. Did you think you were going to fight off the intruders on your own? Fat chance. Why didn't you just call the police? The police! That's right! You sink to your knees and begin to fumble for your phone but freeze dead in your tracks as soon as you hear voices.
"Damn Feitan. You couldn't have picked a smaller picture to steal?"
"I like this one."
"Wish Shizuku was here with that vacuum. It would make this a whole hell of a lot easier."
"Stop complaining, crybaby."
That voice, it sounds familiar. Hesitantly you rise to your feet to grab a better look at the burglars.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" The words fall from your mouth as your jaw hangs slack. You immediately recognize the shorter of the two men. Though he has traded in his suit for long black robes, you easily recognize the pretty pale face peeking out of the large scarf he's using to conceal it.
At the sound of your voice the men freeze. The taller looks to his short friend, who at this point just looks exasperated. But now, you're angry. "Seriously dude? I offer to make you a piece and you turn around and steal my art? What the hell? Did you really not want to pay for it that badly?"
The man looks to his partner and says, "Phinks, take the painting. I'll take care of this." You must have blinked because before you know it he has you pinned against the wall and a knife to your throat. He's fast, real fast, and despite being so small, he's really strong. He has your hands pinned above your head and seems intent on not giving you an inch of leeway. His blade tickles your throat as he runs it across your skin. He's toying with you.
"What? Are you really going to kill me now?" You growl through gritted teeth.
"Yes." He says, not missing a beat. A devilish smile slithers onto his lips as he drags his knife down from your neck, across your body and finally stopping at your abdomen, "I want to have fun first." He plunges the knife into you. A gasp leaves your lungs as the stinging sensation rushes through you, you quickly clench your teeth to avoid giving him any satisfaction.
"Don't do that." He orders as he slaps the side of your face. "It's no fun if you don't scream for mercy."
He's a damn sadist, you should've guessed. He would have killed you by now if he wasn't. Stringing it out like this, its torture. He twists the knife still inside of you and you bite down on your bottom lip to stop a whimper from tumbling out of you. "Scream." He repeats.
You glare into those cold eyes of his, your face a crimson red, and you spit in his face, "Make m-"
He grabs your jaw pulling your face towards him so you are eye to eye, "Stupid girl, do you really want your last words to be 'make me'?" In one fail swoop he pulls the knife from your gut and slashes across your chest. The blade tears your shirt and you can see the red beginning to stain the tattered cloth from beneath. Your chest begins to rise and fall in fractic beats as your breathing becomes ragged. You were covered in blood from the chest down, though the cut on your chest was shallow, the wound in your stomach was deep but you could hardly feel it due to the adrenaline pulsing through your veins. If he didn't kill you first, you were sure that your heart exploding in your chest, surely would.
It's a bit odd. You weren't afraid. Or as afraid as you know you should be. You could die at any second and yet instead of fear, you feel…
The blade shoots across your vision like a falling star in the night sky. Swift and sharp. You have no time to even brace yourself for the imminent impact. When the knife plunges into your shoulder, you are no longer able to hold back the noise that rips through your throat.
He stares at you, wide eyed for a millisecond before his brows furrow and his eyes are narrowed and fixed on you.
"You moaned?"
If your face hadn't been beet red before, it is now. The utter embarrassment rushing through you somehow makes you completely forget about the knife sticking out of you at this very second. "No I did not!"
His look of speculation quickly turns smug. "Did too, slut."
"Shut the hell up!"
"I should have known a freak like you would get off on this."
"A freak like me!? You're the sadistic bastard using me like a pin cushion."
"And you're real mouthy for someone going to die." You watch as he takes a finger and pokes at your wound. With his finger painted red, he raises it to your lips, "Clean it."
"Fuck you." You hiss.
"You really want to, huh?" His grip on your hands has loosened a bit and he looks at you with a teasing glint in his eye. You watch as he takes the bloody finger poised at your mouth and raises it to his own where he gives it a soft kitten lick. That thing that's been stirring inside you, that lack of fear, it's clawing to get out. Screaming to see the light of day. You're unsure of what to call it exactly, excitement, arousal, malice, insatiable greed? All you knew was that seeing your blood stain his lips like rouge made you crave all the things that everyone always told you to push down deep inside, to ignore.
You wanted him. You wanted his flesh, his blood, and his bone. You wanted him to want your's. You wanted him to mutilate your body with his blade and allow you to do so in turn. You wanted to paint the sky red with blood, yours and his, intertwining into the most vile shades of crimson. And you knew that to want all this, you must be sick. But that didn't matter, because all you really wanted was for him to rail you.
Your hands now free, you toss your arms around the man's neck and dive in towards his lips. Your mouth captures his in the most violent kiss. To describe it as passionate would be too simple, it was raw and hungry. You were two starved wolves fighting over the same scrap of meat.
When you finally break away for air, he still has your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it, so hard that he draws blood. When he does finally release you and take a step back, you find his usual narrowed glare has fallen into a lustful gaze as his eyes trail up and down your body.
Starving for more you are already pulling at the bottom hem of your shirt to pull it off and disrobe. You're stopped though as the fabric gets caught on the knife jutting out of your shoulder. "Shit!" You wine.
"Here. I'll get it." He says as he reaches for the weapon and quickly unsheathes it from you. You whimper with pleasure. A light chuckle escapes him as he mutters, "slut."
You groan in annoyance as well as impatience as you start to pull at his robes, trying to undress him as well, "could you just shut up and fuck me already." When you accomplish your task of leaving him exposed from the waist up you gawk at what you had just revealed. He's fucking hot. This guy not only looks good in a suit but also has abs and is a murderous psychopath!? All God gave you was the ability to draw, and mental illness. What the hell!?
You're running your hands up his chest taking in the view when his hands grip your ass and you're thrown back against the wall once more, this time with him holding you. He bunches up your skirt around your waist so you're properly exposed as he reaches towards his pants and pulls out his dick.
He doesn't bother taking off your underwear or even pushing them to the side instead he decides to approach the problem head on and ram his member into you. Your panties, already soaking wet from earlier, do their best to fend him off but ultimately fail and move themselves to the side as he pistons himself toward your entrance. While he sinks within you, your head drops to the crook of his neck, with a sharp inhale, you breathe in his aroma mixed with the stench of blood. It's an intoxicating smell. You test your luck and lick the side of his neck, not receiving any immediate criticism you decide to suck and bite on the flesh, leaving your mark on him. You resume your attack on his soft skin, leaving a menagerie of bruises and hickeys on him. Beneath you, a groan rattles from the man's throat, making you blush from the indirect praise.
He slides in and out of you with reckless abandonment with unprecedented speed. The moments he pauses and pulls out are the most agonizing. When he finally drives his shaft back inside of you, it slams against a spot that makes vision darken and your mind numb. You let out a howl of pleasure as he relentlessly pounds into you, over and over again. With every movement you're slammed into the wall again, the cheap gallery wall paper rubbing your back and ass raw.
"Fuck. Oh fuck yes! Please- Fuuuugh-"
"Do you ever shut up? You moan like a bitch in heat." He scoffs as you let out a string of curses with every movement of his hips.
"Thou- thought you wanted me to scream." You sneer as you dig your nails into back as you let out another moan.
"Yeah. My name."
"And what's your- oh Shit! Shit! Oh fuck yeah! What's your name? What's your name?"
"F-Feitan. F- you- you real tight." He mutters something between ragged breaths in a language you don't understand.
You let out a chuckle, "Who's the bitch now? Ow! Oh yes, Fei Feitan! Right there! Right-" you're in absolute bliss. You feel like you could die at any second and yet, you have never felt more alive. You wistfully reach for one of his hands and place it on your throat. He understands instantly as he holds your neck in a vice grip and begins to speed up his thrusts.
His beautiful raven locks now stick to his face, wet with sweat. His once ghostly pale face is tinted red, starkly contrasting your own which is quickly turning blue due to asphyxiation.
"Fei- tan." You choke out. You are so close. Your body begins shaking violently and you can feel your insides tighten as he hammers into you before his pace begins to kilter off. You let out a scream, then you go limp and you're left feeling fuller thsn you have felt in a long time.
The night is silent, the only sound to be heard is the heavy ragged breaths of the two of you coming down from your high. Feitan lets go of your limp body and you slink to the ground with a thud. He runs a hand through his inky mop and immediately begins looking for his robes.
You watch him go about his business and are hit with a sudden pang of pain. You crumple to the floor as you clutch the wound on your stomach. Your shoulder is pulsing with pain as well from its stab wound. It seems that since the adrenaline has worn off you are much more aware of the seering pain.
"You should apply pressure to that. Or you'll bleed to death." He says, looking down at you.
"So what? Decided not to kill me? Was the pussy that good?" You taunt from your place on the ground. He doesn't answer, istead he's back to giving you those silent, narrowed looks. You try to flash a smile but only suceed in coughing up blood.
When you look up again a hand is outstretched towards you. You gingerly take it as he helps you to your feet. "You still going to paint for me?"
"... Sure, but you owe me a movie."
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