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felixknow · 3 months

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Bang Chan: Worshipper

sorry, I had to repost this. the last one wasn't showing up in search results.

Smut!!! MDNI, NSFW!!!!! Established relationship w/ plus size c!sfem reader; body image issues and breakdown; d@ddy k!nk, bbygirl said a lot, praise during intimacy, Chris being a soft dom basically <3

Chris opens the door and frowns.

“Babygirl, what’s wrong?”

“How do you know something’s wrong?” you ask quietly, dropping your bag from your shoulder.

“Don’t even get me started. You’re not looking at me for one, and you knocked on my door. Since when do you knock?”

You shrug halfheartedly, kicking your feet a little, nervously shuffling back and forth.

“Can I come in, or…?”

“Well, yeah,” he says, opening the door wider and taking your hand as you step inside. You take off your shoes and sit your purse down, then pass him, letting go of his hand. He stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Y/N.”

You shuffle into the living room and drop down onto the couch, curling into yourself against the arm, resting your cheek against the backrest.

“What happened, baby?” Chris asks, sitting behind you and gently trying to pull you toward him. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumble, letting him turn you at least a little so you’re sitting facing forward. “I’m just… pathetic,” you whine, turning your face away from him so he can’t see the heavy tears welling up in your eyes.

“Baby, no you’re not.” He tries to pull you in for a hug, but you panic and thrash, throwing his arms away from you. His mouth falls open in shock, his eyes looking betrayed and hurt, and finally the dam inside of you bursts.

“I’m upset because I saw this beautiful, skinny girl and I saw her beautiful, skinny friends and I just started to feel so disgusting and huge and it didn’t matter how much progress I’ve made loving myself lately because when I saw them I just wanted to cry. I feel so disgusting, Chris. I don’t understand why you’d want to be with someone so huge and blobby. You should be with someone hot and pretty and skinny and beautiful like those girls.”

You can’t meet his eyes.

“I’m disgusting,” you mumble.

You can barely move out of an irrational fear that he’ll suddenly see you as terribly as you suddenly began to see yourself.

“You shouldn’t be with me,” you whimper.

You just want so desperately to shrivel up and disappear.

“Why would you say that?” Chris asks, hurt and empathy dripping from his voice. “Babygirl, you are beautiful. Do you hear me?” He holds your arm and tries yet again to turn you toward him, but you shake your head and keep your head turned away.

“Y/N, I don’t care what other girls look like. ‘Thin’ doesn’t mean ‘beautiful,’ the same way ‘fat’ doesn’t mean ‘ugly.’ It’s okay to have bad days, but you can’t genuinely think that those girls were better or more attractive than you just because something bad happened in your head. This isn’t my baby. Where’s my baby?”

He tries again to turn you toward him, and finally you let him, but you snap.

“This is your baby. Your huge, fat girlfriend who’s twice your size and probably is so fucking ugly when you try to lay her down to make love--”

Your voice cracks.

“How could you even want me? I’m disgusting.”

Finally you break, sobbing and letting him pull you into his open and waiting arms. He holds you tightly, shushing you and rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“No, no, no, don’t ever say that. Don’t do that, Y/N. I love every single bit of you. I think you’re beautiful. I love your body. I love your mind. I love the way you look, in your clothes and out of them. I don’t want a different girl. I want you and all your lovely curves and rolls. Don’t cringe right now, don’t you do that,” he says, scolding you when you flinch at his words. “You say all the time that I looove your curves and your rolls, and you’re right. But for some reason you can’t say it today, so I’m saying it for you. It’s not a bad thing to be big, Y/N. I love you.”

Your cries subside slowly as Chris talks, and finally you settle down to lip wobbles and quiet sniffles.

“I love you,” he says again, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you,” you say quietly.

“Can I see that pretty smile?” He pokes your side, making you turn away from him slightly. You know the barrage of tickles is coming before he even starts.

“Noo,” you whine, trying to scoot away from him, but he locks one arm around you and starts his tickle attack with the other, targeting your sides and your belly. Your laughs come loud and hard. Your lungs are sore almost immediately, and he doesn’t stop despite your desperate gasps of his name amongst your giggles and squeals as you squirm and push against his strong arms.

“You need Daddy to show you how perfect you are, huh?” he asks through gritted teeth despite his smile. His voice is a mix of teasing and stern, ready to slip into his dom role with you at your signal. You can’t respond properly through your laughter despite the slowing of his prodding fingers into your sensitive side.

“I think you need me to worship this beautiful body of yours, yeah?” he asks, urging you to respond. He finally stops tickling you and instead grabs onto one of your thick thighs with one hand while his other hand finds its way around the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Answer me, Princess, or Daddy’s gonna answer for ya.”

Words still won’t come out between your panting breaths and still-negative thoughts swirling in your head. So you moan in response, staring into Chris’s eyes with your mouth held shut by his grip.

He raises his eyebrows and smirks.

“That’s how it is, eh?” He lets go of your face and leg at the same time and climbs to his feet. “I know just what you need, then. Come with me.” He takes your hands and pulls you up and along behind him, down the hall and into his bedroom. He makes a point of dramatically locking the door behind the two of you before turning toward you with a serious look on his face.

“You’re gonna take what I give you, understand?” he asks before pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it on the floor, leaving his impeccably sculpted torso on display for you.

“Yes, Daddy,” you say softly, nodding.

“Good girl. Now I want you to take everything off.” Your face falls. “Ah, ah, don’t argue with me. I said everything.”

Tears involuntarily spring to the corner of your eyes.

“But, Chris--”

“--Who?”

“Daddy…”

“Do as I say. Now.”

“But I’d be more comfortable if we went slow…” Your fingers play with the hem of your shirt nervously.

“I said you’re going to take what I give you, Princess,” he says dangerously and slowly. “Did you misunderstand? I’m not asking. Take it all off. Now. I won’t tell you again.”

You have no choice but to comply. With shaking hands you take off your shirt and bra, then your pants, underwear, and socks until you’re standing in your boyfriend’s room wearing nothing but your own embarrassment.

Chris either doesn't notice or doesn’t care. He hisses as he palms himself and groans when your last shred of clothing hits the floor.

“Fuck. You’re so beautiful, you know that?” You shake your head slightly and cross your arms, holding yourself tightly, trying to cover yourself. “Mm, obviously you don’t or we wouldn’t be here right now.”

Chris crosses the empty space between you and grabs your arms, forcing them down to your sides. He shamelessly pets and squeezes your arms, your chest, your belly, your sides, your back, your hips-- everything he can get his hands on despite your wriggling and whining as you try to turn away from him.

“I love this body,” he mumbles against your neck as he holds your body against his with his hands grabbing two handfuls of your ass. “I love your soft arms and your big stomach and your cute little rolls. You’re so warm and sweet, I could just eat you up.” His lips brush up and down your neck, presses kisses between his praise of you, sucks love bites into the column of your throat.

“I’m gonna fuck the sense back into you,” he says, voice dipping lower, growing closer to a growl. His grip tightens almost painfully on your ass before he massages the force of his grip back out. That’s the kind of night it’s going to be. He’s going to make you take it no matter how hard he gives it, but he’ll always be sure to make it better once he’s satisfied.

“There’s no reason my girl should be doubting me, or herself.” He holds your face in place again, making you look him in the eye. His other hand sweetly pulls your hair to one side and brushes it out neatly before grabbing it in a tight grip. “You think I want a skinny girlfriend? You think I want someone who doesn’t look like you?”

You nod slightly, but his stern look and annoyed tilt of his head makes you quickly correct and shake your head.

“No, no,” you say, trying to correct yourself. “You want me.”

“That’s right,” he says, holding your hair tighter. “If I wanted a skinny girl I’d be with a skinny girl, wouldn’t I? As if I even care about someone’s size. You know, it’s not nice to try to put words into my mouth. Who I ‘should’ date, who I’d ‘look better’ with. It’s insulting, Princess. Are you gonna say sorry for insulting me?”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, trying your best to pout.

“How sorry?” he lets go of your face but not your hair.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I shouldn’t have said those stupid things. I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“You gonna be a good girl now and apologize properly?”

You nod frantically.

“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want.”

“Lay down on the edge of the bed and let me fuck your throat then.” He finally lets go of your hair and almost shoves you toward the bed by the force of his hand leaving you. Reflexively his other hand catches you and makes sure you’re steady before you get into position.

Rough but sweet.

You climb onto his bed and lay on your back, scooting up until your head and hair hangs off the edge. Chris takes his time removing his pants and underwear, watching you spread yourself out for him despite your deep instinct to cover yourself and hide.

“Good girl,” he praises when you part your lips and hold your mouth open and waiting for him. He sighs and bites back a moan as he strokes himself, slowly shuffling closer and closer to you until he can prod his tip against your lip. You stick your tongue out and try to get a taste of him, but he steps back.

“Ah, ah, ah. I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?”

“No,” you say quietly.

“So behave.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Chris comes closer again and rubs his tip against your lips, tracing them and circling them until he finally decides to push into your mouth. He moans and greedily keeps pushing and pushing until his cock is buried to the hilt and your throat is full of him.

“That’s my good girl,” he says in a low groan. “Ahh, yeah. Such a good fucking girl, hmm?” He slowly pulls back and starts rocking forward again, and all you can do is hum around him to agree and try your best not to gag.

“Fuck. Yeahh,” he hisses, thrusting faster as he reaches out to grab and squeeze your tits. Tears start to roll down your cheeks just from the pressure and the half-gags you have to keep choking down.

“Mmm, my pretty girl. So good for me. Yeahh, just for me, baby. Such a good girl. I love the way you look like this. I love seeing your whole body while I fuck that pretty face.”

He babbles on, praising you while leaning forward to touch your body. He plays with your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. He runs his hands across your stomach, grabbing the rolls at your sides and sweetly rubbing his thumbs against them. His hands wander higher, petting your arms and your chest and finally he caresses your face and notices the tears streaming out of your eyes.

“Oh, babygirl,” he coos, backing up and taking his cock out of your mouth.

“No,” you whine as soon as your mouth is free. “Daddy, noo, come back. Don’t stop, please.”

“Why are you crying, Princess?” he asks, kneeling down and kissing one of the tear trails on the side of your face.

“Just because I was gagging. I’m not crying anymore.”

“You’re not? You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good girl.” He once again grips your chin and turns your head to him. He kisses you deeply, giving a long pause for this gentle intimacy before he gets back to his ultimate goal: fucking every single shred of self-doubt out of you.

“You know I hate when you cry, babygirl,” he says, kneeling on the bed and sitting in the middle. “Come here.”

You take his hands for support and he helps you sit up. He guides you closer and closer, and finally has you sit straddling his lap. He places your arms around his neck, then his hands wander, slowly caressing your arms, your shoulders, down your back and every inch of your sides and hips. He pets your thighs and brushes the back of his fingers against your stomach and across your breasts before he finally palms them and squeezes gently.

“You’re so beautiful to me. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes,” he says softly. “I’ve never once looked at you and thought you were anything less than stunning. I’ve never thought you were any of the negative things you’ve thought about yourself.”

“Really?” you ask breathily, trying to focus on three things at once-- stopping yourself from crying again, hesitating to put your full weight on his lap, and the way his touching your body and now your chest is making you as flustered as the first time you had sex with him when every touch he gifted you felt feather-light and exciting.

“Really,” he insists, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck where he already left love bites. His hands move again, reaching down to your hips and your thighs once again. “I’ll sit here and tell you over and over and over again until you believe me.” One hand stills on your hip but the other caresses closer to your inner thigh. “I’ll tell you a million times how attractive you are and how addicted I am to your body.” You involuntarily jump, just slightly, when his gentle fingers brush against your cunt. “And if it doesn’t make you feel any better, I’ll tell you a million more.”

“I’d like that,” you say softly, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He lifts his head again and meets your eyes.

“Look at me,” he whispers as his fingers spread your lips and slip against your skin thanks to the wetness he’s already caused.

“My sweet girl.” He traces your labia lazily for a few seconds, staring deep into your eyes. You squirm in his lap and your hips involuntarily buck down against his hand when his finger swipes across your clit.

“My pretty girl,” he says, circling your clit slowly. “Don’t you agree? You’re my pretty girl.”

“Yes,” you sigh out.

His hand stops.

“Say it.”

“I’m your pretty girl.”

His fingers start moving again, a little faster than before.

“Good girl. My beautiful girl.”

You moan and roll your head back, but Chris immediately stops his hand.

“Baby,” he warns. “Eyes on me.”

Oh.

You tilt your head back up slowly and make eye contact again, no doubt with lust-clouded eyes. Chris’s eyes are dark but shiny and playful as always, and he looks at you in a way that makes your head spin. His gaze is a mix of stern command and lovelorn fawning.

“Repeat what I said,” he says after a moment of silence, flicking a finger across your clit, making you hiss and suck in a breath.

“I-I,” you stutter, unable to remember what he even said ten seconds ago. “I'm sorry, I don't remember.”

“You don't remember? My fingers make you lose your head that much? I haven't even let you ride them yet.”

You whine and roll your hips as if you were riding them already.

“I want to,” you whine, but he tsks.

“You're so beautiful, babygirl. I want to make you feel good because you're the most beautiful when you're cumming because of me, but I need you to love yourself again before the end of this. My beautiful girl.”

He slides his middle finger into you, lazily curling the end of it so you can feel him press against your walls. Your instinct tells you to close your eyes or look away, but you know by now that if you take your eyes off him he'll stop.

“Your beautiful girl,” you force out, trying to keep your breathing steady despite the way your heart pounds in your chest. There's something so overwhelming about this intimacy-- not just the sex, not his finger inside you, but the combination of his eyes locked on yours while doing it and making you say his possessive affirmations…

“It's too much,” you whine. “I’m overwhelmed,” you mumble, looking away from him and putting on your best pout so maybe he won’t punish you too harshly.

His finger slides out of you and he tilts his head to try to look at you.

“Too much? You don’t know what too much is. I haven’t given you enough yet.” He puts two of his wet fingers against your clit and starts frantically rubbing, letting your sensitive bud bounce between the cleft of his two slippery fingers. You immediately jump and whine, squirming and moaning, hips rolling and twitching.

“Ahhhh, mmm, Chris, ahhh!”

His fingers stop abruptly.

“Who?”

“Daddyyyy.”

“Look at me while I make you cum,” he demands, moving his two fingers in their frantic rhythm again. Your head doesn’t move, so he grabs you by the throat, squeezing at the outer edges just slightly. You gasp and grab his wrist with both hands, finally looking at him again.

You can’t make out any words, only gradually louder whines and pathetic moans as he works you closer and closer to your climax. No one has ever been able to make you cum so quickly from their fingers alone, but Chris has always had a special way of winding you up so tightly that you feel like you’ll burst before he even gets his hands on you.

Now he’s got you on the brink, one hand on your throat while the other works your clit. He lavishes you with his words.

“Yeah, that’s my good girl. I love your body. I know every inch of this beautiful, big body. Wouldn’t change it for the world, you know that? Wouldn’t change a thing about your body, Princess. I love you.”

“I love you,” you gasp out. The way you’re sitting on his lap won’t let you close your legs, but your thighs tremble and try to work shut anyway. The cocky smile on Chris’s mouth while he waits for you to reach your climax is too good. He knows you too well. He knows.

“I love youuu,” he says again, sickeningly sweet, right as it finally hits you. You throw your head back as much as you’re able with his hand holding your throat in place. You grind down on his hand, groaning and moaning, incoherently trying to call out his name in a desperate attempt to connect to him further.

“My sexy girl,” he chuckles. “God, I love the way you look when you cum.” He releases your neck and tilts your head forward to press your lips against his. While he kisses you, his fingers gradually stop and finally still, then his damp hand rests against your waist.

He kisses you languidly, swallowing the rest of your whimpers as the overwhelming warmth and pleasure works its way through your system and you slowly calm down.

Finally when you’ve been quiet for a few moments, he pulls away.

“I should have done that in front of a mirror--” he says in a low voice. “--or recorded it. You need to see how pretty you are when you cum.”

“Maybe next time…?”

“That’s a wonderful idea, babygirl. Next time. But for now…” He reaches down and pulls on your calf, making you swing your leg to the side and then wrap it around him. He guides you to do the same on the other side until you’re no longer sitting on your knees straddling his lap. Instead you’re sitting in his lap properly with your legs locked behind him.

“Now I need to fuck that pretty pussy, and we’re gonna do it together, yeah?” Chris takes your hand and wraps it around his cock, guiding you to start stroking him. “You’re gonna-- ahh-- You’re gonna ride me and I’m gonna fuck you, and you have to keep looking at me, got it?”

You nod quickly but don’t verbally respond. You really wanna look down at his cock, especially as he helps you tilt it toward your cunt while pulling you forward until you’re close enough to feel the tip hitting heavily against your clit.

But you can’t look away from his soft eyes.

His persona is slipping. The bite has been falling out of his voice. The intimacy of having you in his lap, reacting so strongly to every little touch he gives you, has filled him with love more than pride; confidence in your relationship, more than smugness for his ego.

And you can see it all betrayed in his eyes.

“Closer,” he mumbles, wrapping one arm tightly around your waist. He holds you impossibly close to his body, your stomach squishing against his toned abs and your soft breasts flattening against his chest. The soft love-struck look in his eyes never falters, not even as you shift to the side a little so you can still help guide his dick into you despite your stomach being in the way.

He moans happily when you finally start sinking down on him, and you moan right back, whining needily as he fills you.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, briefly tilting your head down as if you’re gonna lay it on his shoulder, but you remember his one rule and sit back up.

“This pussy always takes me so well,” Chris sighs happily. “I love this fucking body. I love it,” he groans, bucking up into you while his second arm joins his first locked around your waist.

“I love you,” you gasp, grinding down against him.

“I love you. I need you to love yourself like I love you.”

“I’ll try,” you stutter, nodding. “I’ll try.”

“Good.”

You move your hips together continuously, Chris bucking upward and you grinding down. You have more freedom of movement being on top, so you take it upon yourself to circle or slide your hips back and forth depending on what feels best.

Chris’s hands grip your squishy hips and love handles tightly when you move in a way that feels really good for him, and when you get him really worked up he can’t help but to reel you in by a gentle hand on the back of your head. He moans into your mouth and kisses you with more tongue than lip, trying to lick every moan and whine out of our mouth before it can fall.

Your moans grow more frantic once one of his hands reaches down to rub his thumb against your clit lazily while you continue to fuck each other. Chris swallows all your sounds down, refusing to let you break the kiss to warn him that you’re so so so close.

He can tell, though. Of course he can. He knows your body and its reactions better than you know it yourself.

He keeps working you from both angles-- his hips bucking up and his thumb brushing your already-oversensitive clit, until you break.

Your body shakes, starting in your legs and working all the way up as a delicious orgasm rolls through your entire body. You chant his name against his mouth, and he smirks and almost chuckles at first, until the fluttering of your walls as you keep riding through your orgasm sends him hurtling past the point of no return as well.

He cums hot, silky shots into your pussy with no concern for the consequences.

“Oh, fuck,” he barks when the sudden orgasm takes him, having turned his head away from you just quick enough to not shout in your face.

“Daddy,” you sigh blissfully, running your hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “Chris. That was… That was so much.”

He chuckles softly and pecks small kisses across your cheek and jaw.

“I’m at a loss for words as well,” he says quietly. Both of you are still now, no more bucking hips and rolling waves. You’re left with only the heaving of your chests as your breathing steadies in tandem.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“I don’t expect this to have made everything better,” he admits, once again meeting your eye. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and traces his finger down the edge of your face. “Sometimes I’m just so baffled that you can’t see how beautiful you are. To me you’re like a goddess-- literally, like those Greek statues. I’m so in love with you and how you look. I wanted you to feel that.”

“I did. I really did, I promise.”

“Good. Though I’m not opposed to showing you again if you need me to,” he says cheekily, and you giggle, shaking your head.

“I’ll keep your offer in mind for the future, but I understand you perfectly tonight.”

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anemptypuddingcup · 10 months

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I’ll give you something to gnaw on.

Luffy x Female Zombie!Reader.

Smut short.

Idea from my bbygirl @milkzoro, their roles are just switched. This is also for her! Love you!

also tagging @coocoocatchoo, @bowsa-jr, @pileofmush & @kingofthe-egirls

Contains: Not much context on story. Reader is somewhat a playful zombie. Reader still having some of her remaining mind left. Reader understanding…a few words. A bit goofy in a way in the beginning. Dry humping & grinding. Yes….Luffy is having sex with a zombie that zombie being you. WAIT SO DOES THAT MEAN THIS IS NECROPHILIA!? Lemme stfu it’s overall wholesome. Reader being referred as peach for my baby.

“Okay- So what should I do w’ya? I can’ jus leave ya here foreva.”

Luffy stared at your semi-lifeless eyes, a bit of drool and dried blood seeping at the corners of your cloth gag. You continuously chew and gnaw on the cloth, assuming that it was something to eat. Though the more you chewed, the more you began to grow upset at the fact that you couldn’t swallow it. “Oi, that ain’ food Y’know peach-“ He groans, pinching your cheek. You growl out lazily to him, your cold and pale green hand pressing up against his wrist softly. “Why do I even bother, ya just a walkin’ dead body.” Luffy sighed.

You perk up at his words and look up at him, giving him a blank little stare which catches him off guard. You slowly turn over and crawl onto his lap, startling him even more and making him scoot back and away from you. “T-Th’hell?-“ Luffy stammers, a bit surprised that your movements weren’t so…lifeless anymore. You slowly press your hands to his shoulders and tilt your head slowly at him, a lifeless groan leaving you as your rough fingertips scratched his soft and tanned skin.

“O-Oi! What’s up w’ya peachy!? Ya were jus actin’ all dumb a lil while ago!” Luffy asks you, making you flinch back a bit. You press your mouth to his shoulder and huff out angrily, trying to bite into his thick layer of skin. He smirks and snickers before pulling you back and away from him. “Ehh? So ya ain as dumb as I thought? Ya still a lil’ slow, but smart at th’same time. Such a good gal ain’tcha peachy?” He compliments, pushing you away from him.

You groan out and claw lazily at his skin, reaching up before getting a grasp on his face. “Oi!-“ He pulls and furrows his brows, pulling your hands away and off of his face. You were persistent and continued to reach for his face, making him grip your wrist tightly and pull it away. “Dammit stop tryin’ t’touch me peachy!” Luffy groans out irritably, his teeth clenching tight as he pushes you away once again.

Your mind obviously didn’t understand the word no, and in a desperate attempt you continue to reach for him and try to get a bite out of him. A bit fed up with your struggling, he shoves you down into the couch cushions and sighs out as you begin to squirm around angrily. You groan out playfully, your legs and arms thrashing around slowly as you struggled and resist against him.

“O-Oi! S-Sit still!”

Luffy struggled to keep you still and a shaky groan spills past his lips as you continue to squirm beneath him. The more you moved, the more he began to grow hard and you obviously didn’t notice it until a bit later.

He sighs out shakily as he felt more irritated, knowing he couldn’t please himself around someone (or something half dead) like you without feeling weird meant that he obviously wouldn’t be able to take care of it.

At least he thought that…

He seemed to notice you growing more sedated and quiet as you felt his hot length pressed against your warm clothed cunt, and with that an idea begins to stir up in his mind. Your movements had stopped and you were just staring up at him with those cloudy lifeless eyes.

He felt butterflies stir up in his tummy, he couldn’t think to fuck you while you were obviously unable to think for feel for yourself. He slowly backs up off of you with the thought but you were stubborn.

You crawl over closer to him and he tries to shove you away. “Oi! No! Get away-“ He yells, not wanting you to get closer to him. Of course you disobeyed. You weakly grabs his hips and press your face closer against his erection, making him jump and struggle to shove you away. “OI! W-What’s w’ya! Get off!” He yells, slight moans leaving him as he watches you press your mouth against the fabric of his shorts.

He couldn’t help but sit there and watch as you tried to do whatever you were trying to do. Though sitting there and allowing to just sit there with your face against his crotch was just agonizing itself, his hand pressing up against your head and pushes you away once again. Even though you struggled, Luffy could tell that you had a sudden interest with his hard on. “Y-Ya…G-Get away from there peachy..Ya can’ be down there near m’dick like that…” Luffy demands, his breath hitching as he stared down at you.

You blink slowly yet blankly as he pulls you up back onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and you smush your cold cheek up against his warm face. He sighs and pulls you closer to him, but a sudden movement against his erection causes him to jolt and hiss out. He feels you weakly grinding your hips against his, his hands slowly trailing down to your chilly hips.

He grips your hips and begins dragging your cunt along his hard cock, a groan leaving both him and you. “Ah~ Y-Ya don’t mind this…do ya peachy?” He asked, exhaling sharply as he begins to hump up into your cunt. Your weak grasp grows a bit tighter against him and a moan leaves your lips as you felt sudden warmth and stimulation shooting throughout your lower tummy and your cunt. You grip his shirt and begin to move your hips a bit faster, pressing your mouth up against his shoulder again.

“Ah~ F-Fuck…Ya so warm down there~” Luffy hums, pulling you closer to him. You mewl out to him, now letting go of his shoulders and laying back onto the couch. Luffy continues to grind up into your pussy, the feeling of your legs pulling him in closer making his eyes widen with excitement. He smirks and pulls your hips in more, huffing out shakily.

“Ahhh~ F-Fuck it. Here lemme take ya shorts off-“ Luffy groans out, his hands gripping and pulling your shorts off. A trail of thick slick disconnects from your pussy to the fabric of your shorts, and a groan leaves your lips as you felt the chilly air hit against your pussy. Luffy pulls his joggers and briefs down a bit, revealing his long and thick length to you.

He presses his shaft against your pussy lips and you shudder from the warmth, your eyes wincing slightly from his length pulsating against your cunt. He begins to slide his along your cunt, grinding and sliding it deep within your pussy. You whimper out, moving your hands up to your blush-dusted cheeks while Luffy concentrates on his pleasure. His tip continuously bumps up against your clit as he grinds into your pussy, now growing close to shoving his length past your entrance.

Your slick gives Luffy’s cock more lubricant, causing him to slide and grind into you a bit faster. His hands grips your cold thighs tightly and he begins to grow more vocal, a few heavy groans leaving him as he bit his bottom lip tight. His brows begin to furl as he whines out shakily, desperate to get a bit more friction or at least slide the tip inside of you.

Though felt that he couldn’t do that, not without your permission anyway.

“Hah~ Fuck ya pussy feels good~” He huffs, his body lying down and pressing up against yours, your breasts squishing against his scarred chest. You let out a little mewl and began to wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer a bit more. He sighs out and smiles down at you, his hand moving from your hips and up to your face. He moves your hands and cups your face, his eyes half-lidded as he stared down into yours.

He was still grinding into your pussy and he watched your face twist and contort from the pleasure. They were rather adorable to him. He sighs out and presses his lips against yours, the cloth gag being the only barrier between your both. He pulls back and presses his face into your breasts while you stared at him, dazed and stunned.

“Lemme fuck ya…can I fuck ya peaches..? Will ya let me do it…?” He asks you, looking up into eyes. You tilt your head and Luffy move in close to your ear, whispering the question once again. “Can I…Can I fuck ya?” He whispers, his hand trailing along the cold skin of your neck. Your eyes widen in response and you let out a little noise before looking down at him. You slowly sit up, your hands pressing down against the soft couch cushions as you sat your own body up.

You scoot back and open your legs to him, breathing shakily yet thickly against him. Luffy sits up and stares down at you, watching as you struggled to get what appeared to be a form of words out. Luffy quickly pulls down the gag and pulls his hand away, watching as you finally spoke to him for the first time.

“Nngh…Y-Yessss- Mmghyesss!” You say, shaking yours head up and down slowly while Luffy watched. Luffy chuckles before pulling the cloth gag back into your mouth, tighten it so it wouldn’t fall off.

With your approval, Luffy wastes no time pressing his tip against your entrance and slowly thrusting in. You groan and gasp out, slowly throwing your head back as you felt his cock enter inside of you. It was warm and thick, stretching your warm walls as he entered with ease. “Mmgh~ Ahhh~” You gasp out, your hands reaching back up to cup your own face. Luffy grabs your arms and places them around his neck, giving you his toothy grin while he did so.

You kept your legs wrapped tight around his hips as he begins to thrust into you, gasping out as he felt your walls suck him in. Your breasts bounced at every thrust, each one harder than the last. “Mmgh~ Mmmh~” You mewl out and turn your head away, your brows furrowing as the pleasure began to hit you hard like a brick. Luffy groaned out while he stared down into your eyes, a few whines leaving him as he begins to pound into you.

“Mmgh Fuck! Hah, ya pussy is s’good~ Y-Ya s’warm and soft inside and s’sticky~” Luffy moans out, pressing his face up against your neck.

Even if you were a cold and lifeless walking corpse, your insides were still all warm and snug around his cock. A breathless and scratchy moan left your lips as you felt him thrust deep inside of you, his arms holding on to your legs while he pounds into your cunt. Your toes curls unconsciously from the pleasure and your hands were practically tearing Luffy’s t-shirt strap. Your teeth clenches tight against the cloth gag while your eyes shuts tight from the pleasure.

Your grasp begins to slip from Luffy’s t-shirt as you felt yourself melting on his cock, the pleasure was so wonderful yet so strong. His cock made your whole body feel hot and fluffy, yet you felt your insides melting while they were being churned by Luffy’s dick. “Ah! Ah!~” You gasp out and arch your back as you felt something wanting to rush out of you, your orgasm was growing close and Luffy had noticed.

A giggle leaves past his lips as he felt you tighten a bit more on his length, he knew how close you were and he couldn’t wait any longer to see your cute face once you cum. “Ahh? Peaches! Ya close ain’tcha?~ Ya gonna cum baby?” He asks you, chuckling as he continues to pound into your pussy. You lied there breathless, yet you gasp and moaned out as you felt yourself wanting to cum. It was a very very strong feeling.

You whimper out and a heavy gasp leaves you as you felt Luffy hit you hard against your g-spot. Luffy presses soft smooches against your cold green skin, pressing kisses all on your scars along your neck and collarbone. You release his t-shirt and place your hands on his shoulders, a sigh leaving you as you arch your back once again. “Mmgh! Nngh!~ Mmh!” You whimper and squirm around, your walls pulsating and fluttering around Luffy’s cock as you finally felt yourself ready to release.

Luffy continues to pound into your cunt and you let out a loud mewl, your cunt finally cumming around his length. “Mmmh! Ahhh~” You gasp and whine out shakily while Luffy watched your face twist from your orgasm. Your thick and creamy cum coats his cock and he was surprised to see that you creamed instead of squirted. He was satisfied either way but his body wasn’t.

He watched you catch your breath and he notices that you’re struggling to move and turn over. Luffy smiles and grabs your hips, pulling you farther into his cock and making you let out a sudden shaky gasp. He pulls back out, a thick trail of your cum disconnecting from his cock and spilling out onto the couch cushions. You look at him with a blank yet slightly confused expression as he turns you over onto your tummy.

“I still haven’ came yet baby gal~” He whispers to you, a little snicker falling after.

He slowly pushes his cock back into you making you groan out before he grabs your arms and pulls you up off of the couch. He pulls you back onto his cock and he continues to thrust into you making you whine and mewl out from slight overstimulation. The sound of his hips slapping stickily into yours echoes throughout the living room. Your whines and whimpers growing loud as your pussy was overstimulated and didn’t want anymore.

It was growing so addictive. His cock buried deep inside of you and kissing your sweetest spots. Fuck it was so good, even in the afterlife.

Even as a zombie.

Luffy feels you unconsciously tighten around him and he presses his head against your cold shoulder. He could see a little tummy bulge forming in your lower tummy from his thrusts against your cervix. He adored your reactions. Even if you were a mere zombie, you’d still had a bit of human left within you. He honestly thought it was more adorable watching you squirm against him, whining and mewling out in pleasure from his cock.

He loves it and he began to gain a liking to you.

“Does m’dick feel good baby? Ya keep moaning such pretty souns’ in m’ear.” Luffy whisper to you, his hand reaching up to grab your breast. He groped and massages the fatty tissue, making you mewl out and roll your head back slowly. He sees your cloudy eyes rolling back from the pleasure and he chuckles, adoring your wonderful little face. “Fuck, s’cute ain’tcha?~ M’dick makin’ ya feel s’good, Ya pussy suckin’ in m’cock~ Ahhh~” He huff out, the dirty thoughts causing him to fuck into your cunt a bit rougher.

Luffy hisses into your ear, the feeling of his cock twitching against your walls making you shudder a bit. His rough hand practically squeezes your breast, a gasp leaving him as he felt himself ready to cum. He lets go of your arms and presses your body down against the soft cushions of the couch, his body pressing up against yours as he ruts and pounds into your pussy.

His arms wrap around your body and he gasps out, huffing heavily in your ear as his orgasm was right there on the edge. “Mmgh~ Fuck m’gonna cum peach~ M’cummin’ baby!~” He groans, lying his head against your shoulder. You huffed heavily as your hand grasped the couch cushions tightly, your nails tearing the fabric slightly while Luffy kissed your cervix so good.

“Mmgh!~ MMH!~” You gasp out loudly to Luffy as you cum around his cock again, coating his length in your thick creamy essence once more. “Cummin’! C-Cummin’!~” Luffy gives your pussy a few more thrusts before he finally releases deep inside of your cunt, pumping you full of cum and filling your pussy up. Your body shudders as you felt him fill your pussy up, a few groans leaving your lips as you looked back at Luffy.

Luffy huffs heavily against you, mewling out as he laid his head down against your cold skin. His body was warm laying against yours, warming both you and your cold skin up. Luffy snickers against your skin before pressing a smooch to your shoulder. You breathe out another scratchy breath as you rested your head against your arms, a sleepy groan escaping past your lips as you lie there relaxed and fully satisfied.

A snore fills you ears and you lift your head before looking back to Luffy. He had surprisingly feel asleep, with his head resting up against your cold skin. You blink blankly and look around before resting your head in your arms.

You lie there and await for Luffy to wake up, guarding him while keeping warm in the process. You smile softly, lying there all snug and comfy as you relaxed against Luffy’s warmer body. He snored and drooled against you skin, humming out sweetly as he wraps his arms around you tighter.

You softly hold his hand and lay there, waiting for him to wake up so you could play again.

#puddingspookyseries #dividers ->cafekitsune #one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece luffy #op luffy #luffy smut #luffy fluff #monkey d luffy #luffy x female reader

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shitsndgiggs · 1 month

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Hey Kaya 🌸

I just saw a movie scene where a couple went to a charity event and the woman was teasing her husband under the dining people, he came in his pants 🐱🫠

I was thinking about Kenan yk 🤠🐱

If you could make this happen, I’ll sell my body to you 💋

Have a nice day bbygirl

A/N: WARNING SMUT!! I made this request into a part two, since a lot of you wanted it

Part 1

FAMILY NEXT DOOR (Part 2) - KENAN YILDIZ

It’s payback time 😈

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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The sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving a warm glow in the sky as Kenan and I prepared for our evening out, with his family.

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate straps of the dress I’d chosen—a sleek, figure-hugging number in deep red, one that clung to my curves in all the right places.

I added a touch of lipstick and smoothed down my hair, satisfied with the look. Tonight, I was determined to turn the tables on Kenan.

When I stepped out of the bathroom , Kenan was waiting in the bedroom, adjusting his watch. The moment his eyes landed on me, they darkened with desire.

He took a step forward, his gaze roaming appreciatively over my body.

“Y/N…” he murmured, almost in disbelief. “You look incredible.”

I could feel his eyes on me, taking in every detail, and it was exactly the reaction I’d hoped for. “Thank you,” I replied, giving him a small, teasing smile as I walked past him to grab my purse.

I could feel his eyes following me, the intensity of his gaze making my skin tingle.

Kenan moved closer, his hands finding my waist as he pulled me into his embrace. His lips brushed against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Are you sure we have to go out?” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “I’d much rather stay in.”

I laughed softly, turning to face him and pressing a finger to his lips. “Let’s not keep them waiting,” I said, gently pushing him away with a playful grin. “We have a dinner to get to.”

Kenan grinned, clearly trying to hide his excitement. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

We walked hand in hand to the restaurant, where his family was already seated. As we approached the table, Kenan’s hand lingered on mine, and his eyes kept drifting to me, clearly captivated.

As the main course was served and the conversation flowed, I decided it was time for a little payback.

While everyone was absorbed in their discussions about local cuisine and vacation plans.

"So, Kenan, how's work been?" his dad asked, taking a sip of wine.

I let my hand drift beneath the table. My fingers lightly brushed against Kenan’s inner thigh.

Kenan’s body tensed immediately. He tried to maintain his composure, but I could see the nervousness in his eyes.

Kenan fidgeted in his seat, already on edge. "Uh, yeah, it's been good. Busy, but good."

His breath quickened, and I could see the slight bulge forming in his pants.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear, and whispered, "Be a good boy and stay quiet. Unless you want them to find out how dirty you are.”

His eyes widened, and he nodded, his mouth dry. I giggled softly, my hand now moving higher, caressing his hardening cock through his pants.

I slowly undid the button and zipper, careful not to draw attention, and slipped my hand inside.

His dick was thick and heavy in my hand, and I could feel the warmth of his arousal.

As we continued to engage in idle chit-chat with his family, my hand began to move gently up and down his shaft.

I teased the tip of his cock, feeling the pre-cum starting to leak out.

Kenan squirmed in his seat, biting his lip to stifle a moan. I loved having this power over him, driving him wild while he tried his best to maintain his composure.

His mom laughed at a joke his aunt told, and I used the moment to my advantage. I squeezed his dick a little tighter and quickened my strokes, my fingers teasing the sensitive head. "Oh, god, Y/n, I'm gonna cum," he whispered desperately.

I didn't stop, instead increasing the pace and pressure. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me, fill your pants with your hot cum." My other hand reached down to rub his balls, massaging them gently as I stroked his shaft.

Kenan's breath hitched, and his body tensed. I knew he was close. With one last intense stroke, he came, his cock pulsing in my hand as he tried desperately to muffle his orgasm.

I could feel his warm cum filling his pants, the wetness spreading as I slowly milked him dry.

His body shuddered, and he let out a slight whimper, his family none the wiser.

"Oh, something wrong, Kenan?" his mom asked, concerned.

"No, no, just something stuck in my throat," he replied, his voice a little hoarse.

I giggled softly, my hand now covered in his cum. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, tasting his salty release. "Delicious," I murmured.

Kenan shot me a look of disbelief, his eyes wide as he realized what I'd done.

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur, with Kenan trying to hide his sticky pants and his obvious discomfort.

As we finally stood up to leave, I gave him a mischievous smile, my fingers gently stroking his still-sensitive cock through his pants. "That was just the beginning, baby. I'm not done with you yet."

We excused ourselves and made our way back to our room, his family none the wiser about the naughty game we'd played.

Once inside, I pushed him against the door, my lips crashing onto his in a passionate kiss.

Our tongues danced together as I reached down to feel the wetness in his pants, rubbing it between my fingers.

"You looked so sexy trying to hide your orgasm," I whispered between kisses. "But now it's time for round two."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his semi-hard cock.

It twitched as I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste the remnants of his cum. I sucked his sensitive head into my mouth, moaning softly as I tasted him.

"Fuck, Y/n, that feels so good," he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair.

I took my time, sucking and licking his dick, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum mixing with the salty residue of his earlier orgasm.

My tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit, before taking him deep into my throat. I savored the feeling of his cock pulsing in my mouth, his breath quickening as he got closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum again," he whispered, his hips thrusting gently.

I didn't let up, instead bobbing my head faster, my hand stroking the base of his shaft. His fingers gripped my hair tightly as he cried out, his cock erupting in my mouth.

I swallowed every drop, milking him dry once again, before finally releasing him with a satisfied sigh.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies sticky and satisfied.

Kenan smiled lazily, his eyes half-closed. "You’re unbelievable." he said with a chuckle, his hand finding mine. “That was payback and then some.”

I grinned, leaning in to kiss him softly on the cheek. “You had it coming, remember?”

#football imagine #football x reader #turkiye #kenan yildiz x reader #kenan yildiz #football smut

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porcelain-rob0t · 9 months

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my beautiful pathetic seal girlfailure

Bela Selkirk character lore

Baikal seal selkie

she was born a seal but gained the power to shapeshift after she became a greycoat (adolescent)

she lived her early life in Russia but moved to Scotland to live with her mom's side of the family

she loves fashion so much!!! especially thrifted and vintage fashion

she's a big fan of anything cinnamon flavored

she's super shy and timid but has a solid friend group with other shapeshifter girls who love her regardless of her shyness

her vision SUCKS and has no heat tolerance but she is doing her best

she's my silly little goober pookie bbygirl and i love drawing her

#art #digital art #my art #oc #original character #baikal seal #selkie #seal #monster girl #bela selkirk

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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hope ur having a good day! i wanna ask for some Eobard Thawne x Male Reader where reader is just a normal dude. Like just some guy, i think itd be a funny concept :]

Eobard Thawne x male reader

Headcanons

I love Thawne sm, he’s my bbygirl. He’s a lil crazy, but that’s okay.

Now Thawne is literally just the biggest hater in all of existence, like God damn. He runs on hate and spite, and I appreciate that, because its relatable.

Youd most likely have met after he’s been in a fight with some hero or similar. Maybe he crashes into your yard or into your apartment. You don’t know much about heroes, you know the main ones sure, but you don’t keep track of all of them.

So, when you see someone who looks like a yellow flash in your yard bleeding out, you just kinda shrug and drag him inside, patching him up to the best of your ability. You get the head part of his suit off him and your pleasantly surprised at how red his hair is, you’ve always liked redheads.

You know nothing about speedsters’ preferences for food, and your used to cooking for just one person and have meal prepped for that. But you pull out some snacks you got laying around and a bottle of water, and put it on table beside Thawne, where you flopped him onto your couch.

When Thawne wakes, he’s immediately ready to fight, until he notices he’s just laying on someone’s couch, in a random living room who knows where. He’s honestly confused, because he’s a well-known villain and was in the middle of a fight.

He almost jumps up to throw hands when you walk into the room, eating whatever dinner you had prepped the day before. Imagine his surprise when you just go “hey, your awake. I found you in my yard, you good?”

Insert very confused Thawne, he tries to pull the whole, evil villain thing, but you are so chill and unamused that he just ends up giving up. One way or another you two just end up sitting on the couch and watching the newest episode of your current show.

It becomes a thing honestly. In the beginning he shows up after fights for you to patch up, even though you know very little first aid, but whatever. You put up with it, because if that’s the payment you have to pay for a hot redhead to sit shirtless on your couch, so be it.

Thawne won’t admit it for a long time, but he starts to enjoy your company quite a lot. Maybe it’s the fact that you couldn’t care less about him being a villain or what he does that has heroes after him. Or maybe it’s the fact that you don’t put up with his shit either.

The first time you scolded him and called him an idiot, his heart stuttered, and he won’t ever admit but his face got almost as red as his hair.

You tell him with a flat expression that he’s eating you out of house and home, because of speedster metabolism, so Thawne starts bringing groceries and helping around the house.

At some point you two realize he’s just kinda moved in, like a big street cat you’ve been feeding on your porch, that walked inside and just never left again.

You two never outright say you are dating, it just hits Thawne one day that you guys are cuddling on the couch and watching movies, and that you guys give each other kisses before you go to work, or Thawne runs off to be a villain like normal.

Its honestly quite domestic. I could imagine Thawne taking care of housework since you are the “breadwinner”, since you are the only one with a legal job. Sure, Thawne steals to get money, but he also starts stealing stuff you guys can use around the house.

Imagine Barry and the other speedster’s confusion when Thawne steals a brand-new dishwasher, or a whole porch set, chairs, tables, and all.

You never stop Thawne, since being a villain is kinda his whole thing, you just tell him not to do it with you around, so you have plausible deniability. You do appreciate the gifts he brings you too, but you never mention how most of the shirts he brings you are a little tight, you know he likes looking at you.

Thawne goes a lil crazy when you come home after work wearing your slacks, your button up and your tie. He always wants to be the one to undo your tie so he can pull you into a kiss.

He gets you expensive accessories you can wear to work, think watches that cost more than what you make in six months, tie clips, rings, etc. Everyone at your job honestly think you have some super rich sugar daddy.

You are both quite happy with your relationship, and theres nothing better than coming home to Thawne in an apron, cooking up in the kitchen. He always purrs when you come in through the door and swaggers over, drapes his arms over you, and asks about your day.

After some time, you two get engaged, it just kinda happened. You guys already act like a married couple, but one of you would have proposed. If it was you, you’d pull out a ring on a date or just during one of the evenings you are cuddling on the couch. You would use your family’s heirloom ring.

If its Thawne, he would go out of his way to make a huge deal out of it. hed rob the highest security jewelers in the world, or force the best jewelry maker to make a custom ring.

When the heroes show up its most likely Barry, maybe some of the others since Thawne has been MIA for a long time. They assumed he was planning something big, but he’s been busy playing househusband for you this entire time.

When they learn he’s trying to get a wedding ring they all thing “wait he’s got a lover???”. Thawne is gone before they can catch him though.

The heroes assume the worst, and assume his partner is as much of a villain as he is. Then Barry gets a wedding invite, written by you, since Barry’s been Thawnes nemesis for who knows how long.

Barry has always been a good guy, and since the invite specificlally says not to start anything at the wedding, he goes. Barry goes with the plan to scope out Thawne and his partner, but also to support him cuz its Barry.

Then he sees that Thawne is marrying you, the most normal guy he’s ever seen. When he talks to you, he realizes that you truly love Thawne, and though Thawne doesn’t say it with words, it’s clear the way he looks at you that he’s completely smitten.

The wedding goes great, and Barry is a big supporter, especially when he realizes Thawnes villainy has gone down a lot because he’s so happy with you, that he doesn’t wanna put you are risk.

It ends up becoming a peace thing, Thawne doesn’t do anything huge and Barry wont lock him away for life or have him thrown in the phantom zone. Thawne wont target Barry’s family and alike, and Thawne gets to stay with you.

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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 9 months

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Act two

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort but not really, Ophelia is trash, Larissa is bbygirl, lesbians being lesbians, awkward

Pt1: Andromeda

Larissa awaited as the parents rolled in, she greeted each with a smile before she saw Andromeda and Wednesday walking. Her breath caught in her throat you were still just as gorgeous as you had been during your time at Nevermore.

You smiled softly once you caught sight of the blonde, the girls rolling their eyes Larissa was quick to make an appearance. “Y/n, It’s been forever but I’m so glad to see you again” her eyes sparkled never once dimming with Morticia’s side comments.

“Likewise Larissa” your voice was soft as your hands rested on the girl’s shoulders “It’s been too long” it was becoming awkward. Morticia cleared her throat “moving along with the pleasantries the girls had something they wanted to show us”.

Gomez nodded like a lost dog, “well I guess I’ll see you later” you nodded before Andromeda had dragged you off in tow of Wednesday. Larissa was surprised not to have Ophelia with you but she noted the wedding rings on your necklace.

You didn’t see much of the blonde during the day until after dark, you stood on the dock where you both would once sit watching the stars. “I see you kept your promise” Larissa called as she neared closer, her eyes shining in the dim light.

“I wasn’t going to name Andy that at first but Ophelia insisted it” you sighed not turning around “you never came to the wedding”. Larissa’s brows furrowed “Wedding? Y/n/n I was never invited to a wedding” she spoke softly as stood by your side “I wrote out the invitations and Ophelia sent them out” .

“I’m telling you that I never got an invite but maybe it’s best I hadn’t gone” she breathed out looking down at you “why’s that?” You asked almost sadly. “I probably would’ve tried to stop the wedding” Larissa shrugged, you didn’t know how to feel before the blonde pulled you to sit with her.

“You couldn’t have Morticia so would go after Ophelia?” You scoffed you were angry but you weren’t understanding the underlining of Larissa’s words. “It was never about them Y/n” her hand found your thigh “sure I had chased after Morticia at one stage but she wasn’t as gorgeous as you, she didn’t make my breath catch and words disappear she wasn’t you”.

You turned to face the woman “I was in love with you but I knew I would never stand a chance, I never stood a chance with Tish either but… it was you who I had wanted. Ophelia knew that hell everyone besides you knew, but I was a coward then and the night I asked you to the Raven I knew it was a loss and I was too late”

“Ophelia had won the girl we were both fighting for, while I took lessons from Morticia she buttered you up. I was scared of rejection because who in their right mind would even date me” she laughed but it wasn’t humorous. “Me” you stated looking at her with tears in her eyes “Larissa I had loved you and I told you that night but it wasn’t the same anymore, I thought I was- that you wanted Morticia because oh god” you cried. “I had hated myself and you were so gorgeous and Tish was stunning but now my life has fallen to shit Lissa” you sobbed breaking the blondes heart.

“What do you do when pretty isn’t pretty enough?”

“Ophelia didn’t love me at first but we made it work after we had Andy, we fell in and out of love for many years until she passed” Larissa pulled you into her side “I’m sorry for your loss” she whispered kissing your head. “It’s okay, I’m sorry for rambling” you blinked tears away “it’s nothing really” Larissa smiled before her eyes glimmered.

You both sat silently for a moment “would you like to go to the wethervane tomorrow? I believe I still owe you that date” you nodded softly as you leaned into her warmth.

The next day you both delved deeper into your lives from since you had left Nevermore, Ophelia had been a doctor and you were now a writer. While Larissa had gone to Cambridge and then set a new start at Nevermore, you had gotta married young and had Andromeda not long after. Larissa never married or had children, that was a life she only saw with you she told herself what a dream to come home every day to a family and you more so.

Larissa’s gaze never wavered the entire morning as you spoke “would you do it again?” She asked softly “I wouldn’t have Andromeda otherwise” you shrugged with a sad smile. “She’s everything to me, the good and bad. I wouldn’t know a life without her she’s my girl”.

The blonde nodded along “although I did often wonder what it would have been like if I never married Ophelia. If I accepted your request to the Raven would I still have Andy I was so hurt, Lissy. You really hurt me and I let you willingly carve my heart like it was clay, I love you Larissa I really do- did but it didn’t stop my fantasies”

"I often wondered too, if I had swallowed my fears and asked you from the start would we be here? sitting so closely at the wethervane as if the years hadn't passed us. would we have children of our own or would you become that famous ballerina you had dreamed of being, I paid attention even when you thought I wasn't like when you changed from glasses to contacts. I prefer the glasses they seemed more natural and I got to see your hands more as they adjusted them. I listened to every career choice you had over the years and although I want to change the outlook of normies and outcasts a very selfish part of me"

Larissa swallowed hard "Made me stay at Nevermore hoping that you would have a child it didn't matter who with as long as I would get to see you one last time". You looked at her with tears in your eyes but a goofy grin "You're the principal Larissa, you could've just held a reunion but you truly are the sweetest soul I have ever met and I'm sorry I didn't try to reach out my geeky girl".

"Do you think we could ever try again?" she asked with a light blush as she ducked her head slightly "Slowly but surely"

#imagine #wlw #gwendoline christie oneshot #angst #wednesday 2022 #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems #larissa weems imagine #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader

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atinycafe · 1 year

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just want yeosang to sit between my thighs while he rubs his face on my boobs because he's had a hard day and nothing but his oral fixation can help himmmmMMmMmmM

warnings: nsfw under the cut, fem bodied reader, breast play, poc friendly!! (no mention of pink nips), acc very soft, use of pet names (baby), no penetration, no orgasm, yeo is so bbygirl, 1.2k wrds author's notes: i had to physically stop myself from writing boobs so many times. like i just wanted to use the word boobs so bad but i have 2 much respect 4 yeosang masterlist

the front door swings open, and you immediately recognize yeosang's arrival by the distinct sound of his sneakers hitting the floor. you divert your attention from the manga scans on your phone, glancing at the oversized clock mounted above your bedroom door. it proudly displays the time: 11 pm. you chuckle to yourself, realizing you could've easily checked your phone for the time instead of craning your neck towards the clock.

after a few minutes, yeosang enters the room, a half-empty smoothie cup in his hands. you recall preparing that smoothie for him earlier, sending him a picture of the ingredients and asking which fruits he preferred. a soft smile graces your lips as you realize his eagerness to taste it, evident by how he immediately went for the smoothie upon entering your home. he casually tosses his adidas jacket onto the nearby sofa chair before gulping down the berry juice. placing the glass on the nightstand, where it typically resides, he heads to the bathroom.

wordlessly, he begins his nightly skincare routine while you return to your manga. yeosang is a quiet lover, and his silence doesn't bother you. you know he'll seek your company when he's ready. occasionally, you steal glances at him in the bathroom from your room, furrowing your brows when you notice he's brushing his teeth after applying creams to his face.

once he finishes everything, he returns to the room and approaches the bluetooth stereo radio. connecting his phone, a song starts playing in the background—lana del rey's "million dollar man" fills the room. yeosang then turns towards you, his bangs obscuring his eyes, and playfully leaps onto the bed, crawling towards the space created by your outstretched arms, which cradle your phone. you emit a soft chuckle, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head as he nestles his face against your chest, inhaling deeply.

"did you have a good day, yeo?" you whisper, your tone tender as you pose the question. he huffs softly, shaking his head from side to side, prompting a frown to form on your face. pulling his head away from your body, where he was nearly suffocating himself, you place both palms on his face and lightly squeeze, coaxing a pout from his lips.

"what happened, baby? do you want to talk about it?" you ask, mirroring his pout as he mumbles something about it being "just comeback season." you hum in understanding. he averts his gaze momentarily, lost in thought, before nervously meeting your eyes once more. sensing the wheels turning in his mind, you raise an eyebrow inquisitively.

"can i… can i do something? it'll make me feel better," he clears his throat, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks beneath your fingers. you nod, confused as to why he feels the need to ask your permission for anything.

biting his lip, he moves your hands from his face and leans towards you, resting his face in the crook of your neck. he peppers open-mouthed kisses along your skin, teasingly nibbling on the flesh as he gradually works his way downward, softly biting your collarbone.

oh. okay.

you adjust yourself against the soft pillows supporting your back, finding a comfortable position as yeosang continues his tender exploration. the camisole you're wearing fails to conceal your cleavage, which elicits a contented sigh from him as he settles against the gentle swell of your breasts. his tongue ventures out, tracing leisurely patterns on your skin, leaving a trail of delicate sensations in its wake. his eyes shut, and you can almost sense the flutter of his lashes with each movement he makes.

relaxing into the plush mounds of pillows, you allow yourself to surrender to the soothing rhythm of his tongue, which lulls you into a state of tranquil bliss. with closed eyes, your fingers find their way into his hair, gently combing through the dark strands as he lowers the edges of your chemisette, unveiling your chest. a small, throaty sound escapes him as his gaze fixates on them, already anticipating the weight of them that will soon grace his tongue.

he wastes no time, eagerly seizing both of your breasts and pressing them together, relishing in the delightful sensation of their softness in his palms. he increases the pressure, observing how the flesh swells and fills the spaces between his fingers, fighting off a moan that threatens to escape his lips, unlike you. your breath comes out in heavy pants, the stimulation evoking small whimpers from you.

"thought it was supposed to be me who's enjoying this," he playfully teases, to which you respond with a pleading "stop," accompanied by a chuckle from him. finally, he bends down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, his warm tongue making contact with the slowly hardening bud, eliciting a pleasurable response from you.

he swirls his tongue around the darker flesh and applies a firm suction. the sudden action elicits a moan from your lips, and you can sense him smiling against your skin. he nibbles softly, gripping onto the bud and tugging at it before eventually releasing his hold.

he moans out, unable to contain his desire, "fuck, your tits are perfect. i wish i could have them in my mouth all the time," his voice filled with longing as he admires the glistening, wet flesh under the room's illumination.

moving to the other breast, he lightly pinches the bud, coaxing it to awaken, and you let out a delighted squeal. "sorry baby, i'll make it better," he reassures you before capturing the sensitive nipple between his lips, slurping loudly before releasing it. his gaze fixates on the string of saliva that connects you both, unable to resist the temptation. he lowers himself once again, running his tongue flat against the moist skin.

drawing back momentarily, he brings your breasts together once more, deliberately spitting on them, his fingers now gliding through the slick liquid, teasing the sensitive flesh. lost in the intensity of the moment, his touch becomes more forceful, squeezing, pinching, and pressing firmly upon the now sensitized mounds. you make no effort to stifle the moans that escape your lips, your fingers tightly grasping his hair. his focus snaps back to reality when you pull him into a quick kiss.

"you have to let me fuck them next time," he muses absentmindedly, and you eagerly nod in agreement. the mere thought of his pretty dick sliding through them, the sensation of his pulsating shaft pressing against your skin, sends a wave of excitement coursing through your being, leaving you feeling light-headed with anticipation.

his mouth now wide open, he eagerly takes in as much flesh as possible, his weight pressing down on you as he fully relaxes into the moment. sucking with gentle motions, the hypnotic rhythm lulls his mind into a blissful haze, momentarily erasing thoughts of demanding choreography and lingering musical notes. in this intimate space, it's only the two of you.

the weightiness of your breast causes his tongue to slacken, allowing drool to escape from his mouth, unabashedly cascading onto your unsuspecting nipple. his other hand skillfully works, pumping and occasionally rolling the bud between his dexterous fingertips.

soon enough, sleep overtakes him, his mouth still latched onto your breast, while his palm remains pressed flat against the other. you offer a soft smile as you hear the muffled snores escaping from his mouth, harmonizing with the warmth of your body. grabbing your phone, you open the camera and swiftly capture a series of selfies you'll send him tomorrow at work to tease him.

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