#he was meant to be eating watermelon

[thedrotter]

cw blood (kind of? in different colors that dont make it look quite like it), organs

warm up + greyscale screen filter challenge !!! featuring yuuichi eating normal human (in origin) food😁😁😁

[helicidal]

from the river to the sea

[leyartser]

Since apparently you can’t dye the Champion’s tunic in-game I’ll just have to make this dream come true myself

[judeswhore]

watermelon sugar; jude bellingham

summary: jude just can’t get enough of you

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, oral (f), pussy drunk jude??

notes: you can find my masterlist here.

"fuck," the curse tumbled from your lips on a sob, back arching from the lounger as you tried to push at jude's head, palm pressing into his forehead. his arms were wrapped around your thighs, one hand against your lower tummy in order to hold you back down and it was driving you insane. you couldn't move away from his mouth, from the constant pressure he was applying to your already oversensitive clit. "baby, please, s'too much."

you'd lost count of how many times he'd made you cum, how long he'd been buried between your thighs, the yacht bobbing peacefully on the blue water. it was a good thing you were practically in the middle of nowhere because the sounds your boyfriend had been pulling from you definitely shouldn't fall on others ears. it felt like it had been hours since he'd pressed you back into the lounger and settled between your legs, bikini bottoms discarded somewhere, his tongue finding home on his favourite spot. when jude went down on you, he often forgot to come back up.

he got lost in the way you tasted, in the noises he could get you to make, in the way your legs shook around his head and your back arched off whichever surface he’d set you on. he was obsessed with how sweet you were and how just a few teasing flicks of his tongue could have you dripping down his chin. he was even more obsessed with the quiet whine that always slipped from your lips on the first press of his tongue into your leaking hole. it drove him crazy to hear the soft gasp of his name when his nose bumped your clit and he just had to hear it again. and again.

“jude,” that was the gasp, the soft hiccup and hitch of your breath as you shook your head, gripped the edge of the boat so tight you were afraid the side might pierce your skin. from between your thighs dark eyes met yours, tongue flat to lick up the entire length of your pussy before he sucked your clit between soft lips. your entire body shook, still so sensitive from coming only seconds before and being allowed no time to recover. “it- it hurts.”

jude made a sound low in the back of his throat, tongue soft over your clit as he tried to work you up again. his eyes were a little glazed over, slightly unfocused with lust and you knew he’d gone into that headspace. the one that meant he wasn’t going to let up on eating you out until you uttered that one meaningful word. he kissed at your clit before dipping his tongue into you, pressing it so deep your mind went foggy.

“you’re okay, sweetheart, just gimme one more.” you whimpered at his words, felt your pussy gush and spasm at how hot he looked like this. he was so fucked out, barely registering anything around him besides getting you to cum again, getting to taste even more of you than before. when he shifted his chin glistened with your release, lips wet and sticky and it made your tummy tighten, hips wiggling beneath his large palms.

“but-“

“shh, one more i promise.” jude pressed you a little harder into the lounger, dipped his head again and kissed around your pussy, nuzzled into you until you were whining at how messy he was being. your clit throbbed when he teased over it, pussy over sensitive and just bordering on sore, hole fluttering around nothing because he was yet to press his fingers or cock into you. he’d made you cum countless times with his tongue alone, something you knew he’d pride himself on when he finally pulled himself out of this state.

“y’said that after the last one.”

“m’sorry, baby, just taste so good. one more, please, just one.” jude was begging, actually begging, his voice whinier than normal and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t have your pussy gushing a little more. he pressed your thighs a little further open to give him more access and kissed the supple skin, nipped hard enough to leave behind marks before going back to your pussy. “you can give me one more, yeah?”

you were nodding before you could even register his words, head falling back onto the pillow as jude gazed a little unseeing at the space between your thighs. he used his thumbs to spread you open a little more, kissed your clit just once before pulling his head back again. there was a few seconds of silence, of anticipating what he was going to do next and your breath caught in your throat when you felt his spit drip from your clit down your pussy, making a mess of you and the lounger beneath you.

jude’s mouth was back on you immediately, licking and sucking, being overly messy and noisy as he groaned into your swollen flesh. your legs started to shake almost straight away, the knot in your tummy tightening when he focused all his attention on your clit. you gripped at his head to keep you grounded as moans and cries slipped from your lips, tears gathering in your eyes at the constant overstimulation.

jude was grinding down against the lounger, pressing his cock repeatedly into the soft cushion to find relief as he got lost again in your taste and your voice. he let his eyes close, moaned around your clit as he sucked it back between his lips and in the back of your head you knew it wouldn’t be only one more.

it was never only one more with him.

[stinkyme]

Hello! As asked, this is a version of jealousy sex with Poe :3 I hope you like it and enjoy it! :)

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, jealousy, Poe tries spanking the reader..ends up unsuccessfully, subby Poe, insecure Poe, body worship, he begs for reassurance and praise, oral!fem receiving, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, sliiiight overstimulation, reassurance and apologizing (reader), reader got Poe a gift and used Ranpo as a helper lol, creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Jealousy sex || Poe x Reader

Poe and you had a very loving, trustful relationship. He enjoys spoiling you and is by no means shy to show how much you mean to him. You are his favorite person in the whole world and he makes sure you know that.

As anxious and jittery as he can be, your presence truly calms him down. 

For the most part.

"I am going out, see you later!" you yell out as you close the door behind you.

Going out? You haven't mentioned anything about going out. Well, it should be fine.

Poe keeps thinking to himself for a moment, but quickly gets back to work. He trusts you.

As you finally come back home, after a two hours or so, with huge bags inside your hands, you take your shoes off before you go to greet your beloved partner. 

"I am back! How is writing going?" you ask in a softer tone as you clumsily close the door behind yourself, given the amount of bags.

"I was just about to take a break…" Poe says in a slightly distracted tone as he finishes up the writing. He finally lifts his head in your direction, his bangs covering his gaze.

"What is all of that?" he asks, tone confused as he points to the bags.

"Oh! Um..well..right! Uh, I went shopping with Ranpo!" you finally voice out. 

Why are you so nervous about it? Is there something else?

"Oh..you don't usually go out with him. Did you have fun?" Poe asks in a gentle tone as you drop the bags to the side, Karl immediately jumping on you to cuddle. You pet his head as you bounce him around like he is a baby. Well, he kind of is.

"I did, yes." you nod as you take out a bigger piece of watermelon you bought specifically for Karl out of your shopping bags and hand it to him. He happily takes it, producing noises of excitement, as he jumps away from you and goes into hiding to eat. 

"We went to a farmer's market, candy store, obviously, a bookstore.." you stop for a moment to think about where else have you been with Ranpo.

"A bookstore?" Poe's tone is almost hurt as he lets out a faint gasp.

But bookstores are your guys' thing.

"Yes, why?" you don't even wait for him to answer as you continue chatting about your time spent with Ranpo.

"Anyways, Ranpo is much more fun than I expected. You really are amazed by him for a good reason. He is awfully smart." you keep on praising his friend for a while and Poe can't help but feel a little bit...annoyed. You slowly walk up to him and sit down on his table.

"Then he told me how he won against you like years ago and I was very surprised, I must say." you give him a glance and he can notice a little smile on your face. Poe feels a wave of nervousness wash over him as he remains silent.

"You never told me that, why?" you tilt your head, your smile spreading as your gaze never leaves his worried face.

"Uh..I-" he gulps, feeling a mixture of irritation and anxiety.

"Were you embarrassed? If so, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. He is a genius, after all." you sigh out as you look up, but Poe thinks that there is admiration in your gaze which he highly dislikes. That look was meant for him and him only. He can't help himself but tense up which doesn't go unnoticed by you. 

"No need to get nervous, I am sure you did your best, he was just better." you say without thinking about your own words. Poe's anxiety subsides completely, taken over by pure annoyance and irritation. He suddenly gets up from his chair, finding himself standing between your legs as he leans his face closer to yours, voice shaky.

"I really need you to stop talking now." his warm breath spreads over your lips, making them tremble. Your body begins to warm up, and even though you are still unsure about the reason behind his sudden reaction, you lean closer. He places his hands on your hips, hesitating for a moment. Neither of you are really used to Poe being in charge, it felt exciting for you, but a tad bit scary for him. 

However, as soon as your words echo in his mind again, he swiftly places his lips on yours, trying to make them die out. Your lips part together, tongues quickly finding each other and moving at an eager, almost rough pace. Poe squeezes your thighs before he moves his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as his lips wrap around your bottom lip, sucking it in slightly as the tip of his tongue brushes over it. He begins clumsily undoing your pants and you slide off of the table to help him. Your kiss grows more passionate and rougher as he finally slides your pants and underwear down your legs as far as he can reach.

You sit back up on the table and he breaks the kiss, taking them off completely. He swiftly pulls you off the table, not even removing your shirt as there is only one thought inside his head. He roughly turns you around, pressing your ass against his hard cock. More heat spreads inside your body as he has never been like this. Poe was usually always very soft and delicate with you, but not now it seems. It makes your pussy leak more precum as you feel him squeezing and gliding his hands over your ass.

His cock gets harder, putting more pressure on your ass and you can feel his hand growing shaky. Suddenly, he lands a slap on one of your ass cheeks which makes your hips jolt forward, a sharp whimper escaping your throat. He never did this before and you can feel your confusion get overpowered by excitement.

You didn't think much about it and he didn't give you much time either as he landed another shaky spank on the same spot. You let out a softer whimper this time. Nothing happens for a good moment and you want to turn your head around as Poe lands another slap on your other ass cheek, this time harsher, more confident one. He repeats the action almost immediately and you let out a sharp yelp, your hips twitching into the table. Poe raises his hand again and you prepare yourself for another spank, but he softly puts it on your ass, soothing over the sensitive skin.

"I am sorry, so sorry. Did I hurt you?" he asks in a lower, less confident tone as he keeps soothing your barely spanked ass. He leans in and begins placing kisses all over the skin he was spanking just a moment ago.

"No, not at all." you reply with a light chuckle as more little "sorry's" get whispered into your skin between the kisses. He snakes his hands underneath your shirt and you lift yourself to help him take it off. As soon as he does, he drops it on the ground, clumsily undoing your bra and you slide it down your arms, back still turned to him. Poe immediately begins kissing your exposed back, starting from your nape and slowly moving down your spine. You drop the bra to the side and sigh out in enjoyment as his soft, wet lips kiss your spine.

He continues kissing your back, this time his attention on your shoulder blades. He kisses one of them, tracing his way in more kisses to the other one. He slowly moves down, covering the soft skin of both sides around your spine. He reaches your hips, kissing the area between them and moves lower, placing more quick ones over your ass. You let a faint breath out as he begins kissing the back of your thighs, giving both equal attention and love. Your lower tummy tingles in excitement as he is practically on his knees.

He places the tip of his tongue on the sensitive, thin skin behind your knee and shakily licks his way up, finishing right beneath your ass. At this point, your precum is almost leaking down in-between your thighs. He repeats the process on the other backside of your thigh, licking the full length of it. He straightens himself, gently turning you around and you sit back on the table as his hands slide up and down your thighs, spreading them. Poe leans his face close to your neck, painting it whole in soft kisses of apology. Another weak "I am sorry" is whispered in your skin and you let out a soft whimper as he kisses your collarbones, his trembling lips sending shivers down your spine.

"It's okay, it was interesting seeing you like this. What got you so worked up?" you whisper as you place your hand on top of his head, fingers barely brushing through his soft hair. He remains silent as he kisses your chest area, placing a hesitant and quick kitten lick on both of your nipples. You let out a mellow whimper as he kisses down your tummy. You pull away your hand, using both of your hands to support you from the back as he reaches your lower tummy. He pulls the chair and sits down, perfectly aligning his face with your pretty pussy. He gently holds your ankles up in the air, alternately tracing more kisses over both of your calves. His lips reach your inner thighs where he does exactly the same, covering them in his loving kisses.

Poe gently puts your legs on his shoulders as he leans in, a shaky breath warming up your pussy and making you tremble. He appreciates you being exposed like this for a few seconds before he delicately licks your outer lips. He lets a quivery breath out, sending more goosebumps through your body as you let out a dim whimper. His tongue brushes over your clit and inner lips as he moves his head left and right in quick, small motions. Upon feeling your precum melting on the tip of his tongue, he lets out a whimper before he settles on your clit. Poe begins by placing a few quick kitten licks on it, slowly changing his pace to a more steady and circular one. His movement is soft and delicate, but as soon as he hears you let out a couple of faint moans and feels the way your thighs squeeze around him, he begins moving his tongue in a quicker manner. You move one of your hands into his hair, pushing his bangs back as you watch him pleasure you.

He lets out a soft whimper as he moves his head up and down, while his tongue moves in zig-zag motion over your inner lips and clit. Your thighs squeeze his head once more as he focuses on your clit only again, wrapping his lips around it and begins sucking in a quite greedy manner. His tongue keeps brushing over your clit as he keeps on sucking it, warmth swirling in your lower tummy as he does. You let out louder moans as he lets one of your legs fall off his shoulder and pushes your leg away, spreading you more for him. He keeps greedily and hungrily sucking on your clit, a few muffled whimpers getting stuck inside his throat. Your grip on his hair tightens as your legs get weaker. You angle your hips towards him just a bit more and the sensation becomes clearer and stronger.

You throw your head back as Poe's lips shakily unwrap away from your clit, now only using his tongue, moving it in a quick up and down motion. You suck in a breath between your teeth as your orgasm approaches fast, your lower tummy forming a pulsating knot of warmth. More louder moans occupy your throat as Poe squeezes your legs, eagerly moving his tongue and stimulating your whole clit. You feel the first wave of your orgasm and your grip on his soft hair tightens resulting in a small snivel from Poe, but he doesn't stop, too eager to please you to care. You let out a sharp moan as your orgasm finally breaks down completely, an intense heat tingling in your lower tummy leaving your legs to shake.

Your hips quiver as your climax slowly melts away, but again, Poe doesn't stop, moreover, he brings his hand to your inner lips and slides two of his fingers inside your drooling cunt. You gasp in as he does, sort of sensitive. He curls his fingers and starts stimulating your g-spot as his lips wrap around your clit again, eagerly sucking on it. A sharp breath escapes your lungs as your pussy clenches around his fingers. Your lower tummy feels weak and tender, but the pleasurable sensation makes you moan as your hips twitch.

Poe switches the movement of his fingers, now sliding them in and out easily, pressuring all of your sweet spots inside while he keeps on sucking your clit. Your breathing becomes quick and heavy, your legs feel unresponsive as your body feels like it's burning from all the pleasure he was providing. Poe slowly lets go of your clit, barely looking up as he speaks.

"Am I good enough for you?" he asks rather shyly, his eyes lickerish but insecure.

"Of course you are. What makes you think you are not?" you ask a bit breathless as he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"It's nothing..but, am I doing good for you?" he asks, his gaze moving to the side.

"You are doing great, baby, just keep going." you reassure him and he nods, quickly finding himself back on your clit.

He speeds up the movement of his fingers, relentlessly rubbing your g-spot with them as his sucking becomes more desperate. You let out a loud, sharp moan as his fingertips pressure your g-spot while his tongue faints over your clit in more consistent fashion. You feel another wave of strong heat spread inside your body as your hips begin moving on their own, eager for another orgasm.

"Please tell me I am good." is to be heard in the moment when Poe lets go of your clit just for a quick second before continuing the previous action. You swallow your own moan as you speak up.

"You are so good for me." you whisper, voice shaking slightly as another orgasm builds up.

"More, tell me more, please." he whispers quickly, his voice whiny and needy.

"You are doing such a good job, such a perfect boy for me." you say softly, voice still trembling. Poe whimpers in your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. You let out a louder moan as he speeds up his fingers, not giving a single break to your sweet spot. He keeps on sucking your clit like a man starved. Your hips start to twitch as your orgasm slowly comes in a few mellow waves. Your cunt clenches around his fingers as you feel the intense heat spreading through your body.

"Keep going, you are so good! So good." you moan out your words loudly as you feel your release reaches its peak. Your legs shake as Poe keeps going, his little whimpers getting buried in your pussy. You pull on his hair roughly, pushing him in your needy cunt as you let out shaky moans. Poe slows down the movement of his fingers, teasing the end of your orgasm as he slowly unwraps his lips, placing a soft kiss on top of your sensitive clit.

Your grip on his hair softens as you let go of it, breathing heavily. Poe stands up, placing his hand on your lower back to keep you in place as he uses his hip to spread your other leg more. He rests his head between your neck and shoulder, looking down. He puts his fingertips on your overly responsive clit, earning a gasp from you as he begins rubbing circles on it. 

"Too much." you try to push his hand away before he whispers.

"Are you happy with me?" his voice is quiet and soft as he remains on stimulating your clit.

"O-of course I am happy, what makes you think I am not?" you try to keep your voice steady, but your hips end up playing into his movement, slightly moving back and forth. Your pussy keeps on clenching around nothing to ease up the sensation as it feels a bit too much, but too enjoyable.

Poe remains silent once again as he keeps drawing circles on your clit. He speeds up his movement a little bit, making you choke out a guttural, deep moan as it sends jolting sensation through your groins and legs. You begin shaking a bit, but Poe pushes on your lower back, making you take it regardless.

"I need you to tell me more, please." he whispers and your eyes roll back as there is unbearable tingling heat inside your body. A teasing smile appears on your face in the middle of it all.

"I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?" you ask in a lustful, dirty tone and he suddenly stops his movement, hand shaky.

"Wh..what?" he asks you in an obviously shy, but surprised tone.

"You seem tense. I am not usually this straightforward with you, aren't I?" you chuckle a bit.

"I want you to fuck me so you could earn all the praises you seem so needy for today. Sounds good?" you whisper with a teasing smile as Poe moves away from you. He stands between your legs, a bit hesitant. He obviously wanted to, but he disliked being put on the spot so suddenly.

"You will be a good boy and do that for me, right?" you ask in a lower tone as you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer.

"Or...are you too shy to please me like that? That's okay, I could just-"

He doesn't even want to hear the end of that sentence, fearing for the worst.

"No, let me." he cuts you off, still a little bit hesitant as you let go of his hips. He takes his pants and boxers off, letting them drop down to his ankles, exposing his slim, longish cock. He was hard, precum bubbling on his tip. You angle your hips towards him as he comes closer, shakily aligning his cock with your inner lips. He lets out a little whimper as he feels how wet you are.

"I just really want to please you." he says shyly as he slides his cock inside you with one long stroke. You let out a sudden moan as you wrap your arms around his neck. His thrusts are slow and precise, soft whimpers spilling from his lips.

"You always please me. Why are you so worried?" you ask a bit breathless as he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"It's nothing..but, am I doing good for you?" he asks, his gaze moving to the side.

"You are doing great, baby, just keep going." you reassure him and he nods, quickly finding himself back on your clit.

He speeds up the movement of his fingers, relentlessly rubbing your g-spot with them as his sucking becomes more desperate. You let out a loud, sharp moan as his fingertips pressure your g-spot while his tongue faints over your clit in more consistent fashion. You feel another wave of strong heat spread inside your body as your hips begin moving on their own, eager for another orgasm.

"Please tell me I am good." is to be heard in the moment when Poe lets go of your clit just for a quick second before continuing the previous action. You swallow your own moan as you speak up.

"You are so good for me." you whisper, voice shaking slightly as another orgasm builds up.

"More, tell me more, please." he whispers quickly, his voice whiny and needy.

"You are doing such a good job, such a perfect boy for me." you say softly, voice still trembling. Poe whimpers in your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. You let out a louder moan as he speeds up his fingers, not giving a single break to your sweet spot. He keeps on sucking your clit like a man starved. Your hips start to twitch as your orgasm slowly comes in a few mellow waves. Your cunt clenches around his fingers as you feel the intense heat spreading through your body.

"Keep going, you are so good! So good." you moan out your words loudly as you feel your release reaches its peak. Your legs shake as Poe keeps going, his little whimpers getting buried in your pussy. You pull on his hair roughly, pushing him in your needy cunt as you let out shaky moans. Poe slows down the movement of his fingers, teasing the end of your orgasm as he slowly unwraps his lips, placing a soft kiss on top of your sensitive clit.

Your grip on his hair softens as you let go of it, breathing heavily. Poe stands up, placing his hand on your lower back to keep you in place as he uses his hip to spread your other leg more. He rests his head between your neck and shoulder, looking down. He puts his fingertips on your overly responsive clit, earning a gasp from you as he begins rubbing circles on it. 

"Too much." you try to push his hand away before he whispers.

"Are you happy with me?" his voice is quiet and soft as he remains on stimulating your clit.

"O-of course I am happy, what makes you think I am not?" you try to keep your voice steady, but your hips end up playing into his movement, slightly moving back and forth. Your pussy keeps on clenching around nothing to ease up the sensation as it feels a bit too much, but too enjoyable.

Poe remains silent once again as he keeps drawing circles on your clit. He speeds up his movement a little bit, making you choke out a guttural, deep moan as it sends jolting sensation through your groins and legs. You begin shaking a bit, but Poe pushes on your lower back, making you take it regardless.

"I need you to tell me more, please." he whispers and your eyes roll back as there is unbearable tingling heat inside your body. A teasing smile appears on your face in the middle of it all.

"I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?" you ask in a lustful, dirty tone and he suddenly stops his movement, hand shaky.

"Wh..what?" he asks you in an obviously shy, but surprised tone.

"You seem tense. I am not usually this straightforward with you, aren't I?" you chuckle a bit.

"I want you to fuck me so you could earn all the praises you seem so needy for today. Sounds good?" you whisper with a teasing smile as Poe moves away from you.

He stands between your legs, a bit hesitant. He obviously wanted to, but he disliked being put on the spot so suddenly.

"You will be a good boy and do that for me, right?" you ask in a lower tone as you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer.

"Or...are you too shy to please me like that? That's okay, I could just-"

He doesn't even want to hear the end of that sentence, fearing for the worst.

"No, let me." he cuts you off, still a little bit hesitant as you let go of his hips. He takes his pants and boxers off, letting them drop down to his ankles, exposing his slim, longish cock. He was hard, precum bubbling on his tip. You angle your hips towards him as he comes closer, shakily aligning his cock with your inner lips. He lets out a little whimper as he feels how wet you are.

"I just really want to please you." he says shyly as he slides his cock inside you with one long stroke. You let out a sudden moan as you wrap your arms around his neck. His thrusts are slow and precise, soft whimpers spilling from his lips.

"You always please me. Why are you so worried?" you ask a bit breathlessly as his cock rubs your g-spot perfectly. He doesn't answer your question once again, but rather just speeds up his pace in response. You let out a few whimpers as his cock keeps stimulating all of your sweet spots without a break.

He leans in closer, his trembling lips brushing over your neck as his whimpers spread his soft breath over your skin. Your whole body gets covered in goosebumps as your hands move on his nape and back of his head. He rests his hands on your hips as he keeps on thrusting in the same, fast pace. 

"Please." he whispers into your skin, voice soft and borderline whiny.

"You are doing such a great job, I feel so good right now." you let out quickly as moans overwhelm you. Poe's cock twitches in response, his soft whimpers covering your skin.

"Tell me more, please." he says weakly. He puts his hand on your thigh, stretching his thumb to reach your clit. He draws small circles on top of it as he keeps making deep, quick strokes. You let out a sharp whimper as you tightly grip on his hair.

"I have never felt this good." you gasp out at the end of your sentence as his cock twitches once again.

"You are the best I ever had." you continue quickly before your moans pick up the pace.

"Am I better to you than him?" he asks a bit breathlessly, voice shaking before a guttural whine cuts him off. Your expression becomes confused.

"Better than who?" you ask in steadier tone as your brain focuses on the question at hand.

"Well..Ranpo." he says nervously, but also with a certain normality that makes you pull his hair so he could face you. You look at him for a moment as he stops his movement.

"What are you talking about?" your tone is confused as you tilt your head a bit, eyebrows knitting in said confusion.

"Well, today..you went shopping with him..and then you started praising him..and said how he is just better." Poe lays out his reasons in a more regular tone, but you can sense the anxiety lingering.

"I was referring to your competition, not...this or anything else related to you. And I expressed myself wrongly, I meant he was better just that once, it doesn't mean you won't be able to win in the future." you say softly as you caress the back of his head. His lips reveal that there is slight insecurity still going on.

"I am sorry it came out wrong, you are the only one for me and I have never felt better with anyone, only you can make me feel this good." you whisper and a little smile curls on his face. He slowly picks up the pace with his hips again as he places a soft kiss on your lips.

You smile at him, but as soon as he speeds up his pace and his thumb continues drawing circles on your clit, your lips part as moans fill up the room. You let out a few breathy praises slip past your lips, each one of them making his cock throb inside you, pressuring your sweet spot more and making you feel light headed as warmth quickly rushes through your body.

Your inner thighs tense and flex as you feel a swirling, tingling sensation inside your lower tummy. Poe lets out trembling, almost broken whines alongside a few deep breaths, trying to contain himself as much as possible. His sweet voice barely asks for more praises and you can barely voice them out yourself as your pussy keeps on clenching around him, your orgasm getting closer.

He keeps his pace quick, but makes it deeper, reaching all the spots inside of you. You let out a sharp, filthy moan as your legs shake, your body feeling sore and weak as the first waves of orgasm hit you. Poe buries his head in your neck, painting your skin in endless whimpers as his cock twitches in response to your warm cunt roughly, more consistently clenching around him.

Your breathing becomes heavy as your climax finally goes over the edge, your whole body shivering as overwhelming waves of heat spread underneath your skin. Poe moves his head on your collarbone, resting his forehead on it, pulling you in closer to him. His thumb begins twitching on your clit, sending jolts through your body as his whimpers echo through the room.

He tries to keep you as close as possible as he finally reaches his own orgasm, sharp gasps in and out consuming his lungs as a few ropes of cum get released inside of you. You let out a few softer moans upon feeling his cum fill you up, your pussy too sensitive at this point. Poe's thrusts slow down, he is barely moving.

You squeeze your thighs around his hips as he stops moving completely, remaining still. He places a gentle, trembling kiss on your lips and you slowly let go of his hips, letting him pull out as your breathings come back to normal. You slowly get off of the table, his hands helping you by one of them resting on your lower back while his other one holds yours. You quickly put on your shirt and panties, running over to your bags as you do. In the meantime, he zips his pants back up.

"And, the only reason I praised him is because he helped me get this for you. Otherwise, I would never be able to get it." you sigh out as you take out a very rare, almost unattainable book that Poe wanted for quite some time now, but was unable to find it. He tilts his head as you walk up to him, gently placing the book on the table. Poe observes it for a good moment before he touches the cover, his finger tracing over the title. You stand there a bit awkwardly before he basically throws himself on you, hugging you tightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he lets out loudly, excitement obvious in his voice. You smile warmly at him as you caress the back of his head.

"It's nothing, really. But don't expect many of those in the future, I would have to ask Ranpo and his services are...expensive." you say in a slightly tired tone as you sigh out.

"Expensive? Expensive...how?!" Poe lets out nervously and you can't help but chuckle.

"Well...if I must say, that guy has a lot of stamina." you say in a mischievous tone. Poe gulps, remaining silent. You gasp and slap his arm as he seems to believe in your story.

"I am joking you weirdo! I meant I had to spend at least an hour with him in a candy store while he was picking stuff he wanted." you sigh out and roll your eyes.

"Oh...I see. Yes, he is usually like that. No, usually is an understatement. He is always like that." Poe nods to himself as his voice returns back to his usual one.

"Which is exactly why…, now, hold on a second. Were you jealous?" you grin at him, unable to contain a little excitement in your voice. Poe's lips curl downwards as he tries his best to lie.

"No, of course not!" he says as if he is trying to convince himself more than you.

"Mm, you don't seem so sure of yourself." you say teasingly as you wrap your arms around his neck. You lean your lips closer to his ear, your warm breath making him gulp.

"You see, I could really use a bath and I believe you could too. How about you earn more praise there?" you whisper in his ear and he shivers, quickly nodding.

You let out a chuckle and least to say, he definitely earned all the praises you could possibly give to him.

The End :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! :D <3

Thank you so much for all the love and support, it truly means a lot to me! :) <3

Forehead kisses for everyone :3

tags: @fyodor-s-rat <3 @fyodorisbbg <3

[just-some-random-blogger]

Feel Like Dying

There's nothing quite like airing out the pains and horrors of living in front of a lively fire next to someone who's not quite alive.

Astarion x Reader | 1k+ | cw: gender neutral!reader, suicidal ideation?, angst, soft!astarion, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: I got sick and was in so much pain :D i figured writing something will help. But I couldn't finish it when I was sick, but now I did (((: YAY

Tagging: @sloanexx @amiraisgoingthruit

Pain was coursing through my being. It was a stream with an irregular flow, one moment it was calm, and another it was raging. It was fleeting then roaring. It was a pain that could not be quelled by medicine or magic, it was the sort only time could heal.

"Don't you think you should do something about that?"

I turn over my shoulder, craning my neck as the silver haired man sat down on the log beside me. I feel a bead of sweat form on my temple, "do what about it?"

"Oh, I don't know," he sighs, placing his hands on his lap, "have Shadowheart use a healing spell on you."

The fire before us crackles.

I shake my head, watching cinders fly around the orange flames. The color reminds me of the snack I took with me. I turn to my side and grab the two oranges, handing one to Astarion.

He pulls his hand away from his lap, avoiding the citrus with disgust, "oh, no, darling. None for me."

I pull the one orange away, placing it on my lap. I lean my elbows on my thighs and turn to the fruit in my hand.

I press my thumbs into the orange skin, but find myself too weak to pierce it. My arms begin to shake. I feel pain rush up my limbs. I release the pressure and sigh.

Astarion catches this. His expression softens, "a healing potion, perhaps."

"It's not the type of pain that can be healed," I tell him, "it's a different kind."

He makes a sound then speaks softly, "I am rather acquainted to pain."

I turn to him, lips tugging down, "unfortunate."

"Yes. It very much is unfortunate," he takes the orange from me, "to those I've inflicted it upon."

We both knew that's not what he meant when he said that, but neither of us point it out.

I watch as Astarion peels the orange. The smell of it tingles my nose.

He hands me a segment of the fruit. I stare at it for a moment then stare at him. His red eyes were somehow softened by the campfire, as were the curves of his cheeks and jaw.

"Well, go on," he raises the bit of orange, "I didn't peel this for nothing."

I take the orange from him and eat it. The juice explodes in my mouth. I chew a bit then thank him.

He peels me another part and hands it over.

I take it, ready to say thank you again, but then a hot bolt of pain shoots through me.

Astarion senses this and stiffens in his spot.

I hunch forward, trying to contain my reaction to the pain, but a whine manages to leave my lips.

"Scream," he says, "wail, shout, cry over the pain. Who cares if it's the middle of the night. Be hurt if it hurts."

I slowly straighten up and sigh, "my head will throb if I scream."

"Oh..." he thinks for a moment, "then maybe don't do that."

I huff through my nose, "sometimes I wish I was numb. I wish this hurt didn't faze me. I wish I just... was not."

Astarion turns to the orange in his hand. He splits it with his thumbs. He then takes my hand and places it there.

His touch lingers. It remains long enough that I turn down and watch his fingers rub my skin. I clutch the orange and look up at him.

He pulls away. His lips part to speak, but I beat him to it.

"But then I remember pain makes gentle touches all the more tender," I press my lips into a soft smile.

I look at the orange in my hand, two segments still connected into one. I split them in half.

The action draws out a memory, a time that feels distant to the present. I recall sharing orange segments, apple slices, grapes, watermelon, and peaches. There were no words spoken in the memory, there was no other sound save for the ambience, but there was an apparent ease, an air of comfort between us.

The person in my memory had no face, just a blur of a smile as they reached out to hand me fruit. Still, the memory brought me peace, the memory takes away from the pain I was feeling.

Astarion recognizes this.

I raise the orange slice by his face. I stuff the other in my mouth and lick the juice on my lips.

Astarion turns to the citrus, then slowly lifts his eyes up to mine. He takes the orange into his mouth.

A mix of sweet, sour, and bitter swarm his tongue as he chews. He is surprised he enjoys it as much as he does.

Another ripple of pain courses through me. Astarion scoots over and wordlessly offers his shoulder. I lean on him and ride out the pain in silence.

[nctsplug02]

I don’t write imagines but I had a thought for an imagine if you or anyone wants to expand on it but innocent!girlfriend x hornyboyfriend!mark are making out in bed when the girlfriend asks,

“what do I taste like?” to which, mark’s horny mind thinks of her pussy that he’s never tasted before, when in reality she’s talking about her lips when they kiss.

“Um, uh- I’m not sure”, he nervously stutters, blushing & now very hard. cue his girlfriend giggling confused & saying, “you don’t know what my lips taste like? not like my vanilla lip balm? or like, salty or sweet?”

then mark curses himself for being so horny & thinking she meant her pussy so he nervously laughs, “Oh, I - I guess vanilla, yeah” but all he can think about right now is eating her out for the first time & fucking that innocent smile right of her face because now he’s turned on & curious & wants to taste his angel & make her innocent little smile-crinkled eyes roll to the back of her head (:

[8:20pm]

GENRE: fluff and suggestive

WARNINGS: mentions of pussy eating, flirting, kissing, sexual touching, innocent reader, bad boy horny mark, mentions of smoking, and grinding/dry humping.

marks hands squeezing and rubbing your waist as he gently kisses you. his hands dragging your body closer to his as if the skin on skin contact wasn’t enough.

his teeth softly nibble on your bottom lip before you pull away with a smile. “mark, you always do that.” you were but you weren’t complaining. “doin’ what, baby?” he rubs your hips. “eating me alive?!” you and him laugh. “because you taste good.” his eyes widen as a quick expression.

“well, im not something to eat?!” you and mark laugh, again. “you are now.” he bites his lip and lets the chapstick melt onto his tongue.

watermelon, his favorite.

“well, since i taste good. what do i taste like?” you rest your hands on his chest and mark turns into a tomato. “t—taste like?” mark forgets what you and him were even talking about before the sudden question.

“yeah? like, do i taste like my watermelon chapstick ooorrr, do i taste like your watermelon flush flavored vape?” marks lip curls into a smile and he looks away at his window.

you sigh, grinding your hips and making him let out a groan. “soo, what do i taste like?” mark watches every movement. he watches as your teeth catches your bottom lip. “i—i, what? i—i don’t know what you taste like?!” he awkwardly laughs.

marks dirty mind brings him to him eating you out on his bed. your hands scratching around and tugging on his dark blue sheets while moaning wildly and squirming around. “hmmm,” mark hums into your pussy, sending vibrations up your spine. your legs pinned down by marks hands as he watches you cry into your fists. mark sucks your clit and thrusts his tongue into your hole.

“mark,” mark shakes lightly when feeling several light taps on his cheek. “you okay? you’re zoning out.” mark nods and clears his throat. “y—yeah, i—i’m fine.” he grins shyly.

“so? how do i taste?” you lean forward, again. “like my favorite; watermelon.” you squint your eyes with a hum. “i know what you were thinking.” you sit up and mark laughs nervously. “w—what? i—i wasn’t thinking about anything.”

you roll your eyes. “but, i do wanna know what you taste like.” mark yanks at your hips. “mark—?!” you squeal before your phone rings.

you and mark both look towards your phone laying on top of marks.

the ID labeled MOM with a heart.

“it’s my mom, i think she’s outside.” you snatch your phone and answer. “hi, mom— yes. okay, give me a minute to wake mark up.” you lie straight through your teeth— you learned lying from mark.

you hang up and mark tsks. “who taught you how to lie. such a bad girl.” you groan and go to slide off mark before he flips the two of you over. him now topping you.

“let me taste you, baby. just a taste’ll do.” you bite your lip. “one taste.” you whisper and marks grin widens. he tugs at your jeans and slips past your waist.

one taste, my ass.

your mom was pissed at you for being three minutes late. but, it was worth it.

[thesmokingguns]

Witches w/ Izzy STradlin

Super fluffy piece I wrote around Halloween <3

I feel like you never see Izzy written as a family man and I can just picture him with a whole ass family

Izzy was beat.

His head ached. His body ached. And all he needed was to be curled up with the four ladies in his life to feel better.

He had only been home for one night and had to do some work at a local radio station today, which lead to a recording studio trop he hadn’t expected and finally he was headed home for some quality family time.

As soon as he entered the quiet house he know that there was trouble.

“Quiet.”

“You be quiet, Tara.”

“Shut up, Tessa.”

“I’m going to tell Mama you said Shut up.”

“Don’t be a tattletale, Toni.”

The three little voices were coming from his bedroom making Izzy smirk as he kicked off his shoes, heading to the bedroom where he knocked on the door getting a chorus of ‘shhh’ from behind the wood.

“Can I come in?” He waited a second expecting three squealing tots to throw themselves in his arm and cover him with kisses as they searched his pockets for whatever treat he bought for them.

But instead he heard them whispering together some more in whatever secret they were locked into.

“Darlings, your daddy asked to come in.” He couldn’t help the smile at his wife's voice, her soft reminder to her daughters about his knock.

But all he heard was more whispering before finally, Tara , his oldest at seven, opened the door looking at him with his own eyes staring back at him, her lips in a serious pout as her chocolate curls sat untamed under a pointed black hat.

A bit of jostling and the two other pointed hats of Tessa, age five, and Toni, age four, poked their heads out looking at Izzy with the little girl pouts that he didn’t expect.

“Why the long faces, little witches?” That got a google out of Toni who was promptly shh’d by her sisters and a fierce whisper between them went off.

“You can’t come in here anymore. You’re not allowed near Mommy.” Izzy’s eyebrows raised and he caught sight of his wife in bed looking at him with the same sort of confusion that he was sure was on his face.

A soft cry made him look at the baby in her arms. At just seven months their youngest daughter, Tilly was latching onto her mothers breast, unaware of the battle her sisters were embarking in.

“Darlings let daddy in.” She gave him an encouraging smile but he saw them all put their heads together before Tara was once more looking at him, her hands on her hips as the cape his wife made her with little crescent moons fluttered behind her.

“You can come in, daddy. But you need to undo it.” She crossed her arms, elbowing Tessa who mimicked the motion that her older sister was doing as Toni lost interest twirling around in her pink cape with gold sparkly stars, giggling at the material.

One witch down, two to go.

“Undo what?” He was crouching down to their level opening his arms as Tessa smiled, leaning in to get hugs from him.

Tessa was the one who always wanted snuggles. She was the one who liked physical touch and Izzy knew he was exploiting it but he wanted to give all his little girls hugs.

“The watermelon curse, daddy.” She whispered, getting a glare from Tara.

“He knows what he did.” Tara was upset as her sister ran off, the green cape with orange pumpkins flying in the wind she had created from rushing away.

Tara turned to Izzy, hand on her hips as she kept him from entering the bedroom still. Obviously she was upset about something.

“What is going on, Tara? What did I do?” Izzy wanted to just curl up with them all, eat pizza in bed and watch a movie. He would even watch a princess movie if it meant they all were happy.

Anything for his family.

“You put a curse on Mommy. You come home and you give her a look that makes her look at you all goo goo and then her belly grows from the watermelon seed and there is another baby. There are four of us now, daddy. Five is too many. That’s greedy.” Izzy blinked, swallowing the smile on his lips as his wife kissed Tilly’s head.

His other two had crawled on the bed, petting their baby sister as they watched their mother nurse,giving her all the cuddles.

“Tara, babies are gifts.” He reached for her but she shook her head, not being lured into his arms as he sighed out, sitting cross legged, “Do you want to tell me what’s going on little one?” She looked back at her sisters, realizing that they weren’t paying attention she moved closer, arms wrapping around Izzy.

Her little hands tugged at his dreads as her hat jostled from bumping into him as she whispered in his ear.

“If you have more babies you’ll have less love for me.” The softness of her voice, worried made Izzy’s heartache as he held her close, rubbing her back as she sniffled trying to be the strong older sister.

“Oh Tara, mommy and me love you all so much. Can’t you see how we love you all?” she nodded her head in confirmation but didn’t look at him, “Do you love your sisters?” she looked at him, cheeks a little flushed as she shrugged.

“Sometimes. But sometimes Tessa has hot dog farts and Tilly always is sucking on moms boobies and Toni takes long showers where she sings so loud.” Izzy smirked at her little grievances with her sisters. “But Toni always shares her candy with me and Tessa gives really good snuggles when I have bad dreams and I like the way Tilly smiled at me first.” Izzy nodded in understanding.

“And just how you love all your sisters we love you.” She nodded her head in understanding, pulling away as she stuck out her pinky at him.

“Promise you’ll love us, no matter how many you have?”  Izzy chuckled, nodding his head as he entered the solemn vow with his daughter, “Okay, daddy you can come in now.” Izzy stood up, taking Tara with him. Glad that she wasn’t complaining that she was too big to be held.

Finally he was in bed with all of the, snuggled up as his wife looked at him, her eyes on him as Izzy stroked the girls hair getting them arranged for movie night.

“Are you alright?” he asked, leaning in and stealing a kiss as well as the baby from her arms. He took over burping as his wife snuggled closer, leaning in for just him to hear.

“I feel pretty good for swallowing a watermelon seed.”

[boba-beom]

Clay candy | c.yj

✧ pairing: yeonjun x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff, tiniest humour? | drabble

✧ warning: established relationship, vague description of making out, mentions of food, spitting out food (the weird flavour), weird flavoured candy, not proofread, lmk if I've missed anything

✧ wc: 865

✧ a/n: happy yeonjun day!! I hope you guys show him so much love and support today by watching the vmas <3 I'm so excited for Back For More ^^ have fun reading, it's inspired by horimiya (s1 ep6) hehe

Yeonjun's phone rings, feeling it vibrate from his pocket while you're both sitting on a secluded park bench by his workplace.

"Hello? Oh Huening!" He answers with a certain amount of enthusiasm towards the younger male. "Right now? Yeah, sure. Me and Yn will make our way there."

You watch as he ends the call, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Dumbfounded, you stare at him with confusion in your eyes, not knowing what Kai must've said through the phone despite your closeness of proximity. Your boyfriend reaches out his hand and takes ahold of yours, giving it a light squeeze before showing his signature grin.

"Huening asked us to come over. He came back from the amusement park with the boys and they won a lot of different flavoured candy for us to try. You in?"

"'Course! Let's get going then." You get up onto your feet, hands still joined with his while you softly pull him off the bench, hearing his warm laugh fill your ears.

As soon as you arrive at the boys' shared apartment you and Yeonjun patiently wait outside until you were both met with a male of a slim build with pale, blue hair.

"About time you arrived, we almost finished the bag."

"Taehyun, we both know you guys wouldn't have been able to do that anyway." Yeonjun shook his head at the other young male, patting his back as he greets him and you enter the living area with him.

The boys were sat by the round centre table, watching them pour a paper bag upside down to reveal the pile of candy landing on the surface of the table.

You and Yeonjun decided to sit on the other side of the table, once again, sitting at your close proximity, thighs grazing and your arm instinctively linking with his.

"So how'd you manage to win so much?" Your mouth agape at the large quantity of plastic-wrapped confectionary sprawled out on the table, examining the range of flavours.

"I played this watermelon game at the amusement park, and I currently hold the highest score so I won... this bag of jelly beans." Hueningkai lost his excitement towards the end of his sentence, trailing off in uncertainty. "Thing is, some of these are really digusting flavours. But let's get bean boozled!"

Your face mirrors your boyfriend's and the rest of the boys', a confused expression mainly because you have no idea what watermelon game Kai was talking about, but also the fact that there would be a possibility of eating a really disgusting flavour.

"Here's this one for you Hyuka." Yeonjun passes Kai a cheese flavoured candy and the younger's face scrunches from the thought of sweet cheese. However, it may not be as bad as he thinks.

The other three guys, on the other hand, argue about giving each other decent enough flavours while their eyes are closed to make it fair.

"Yn, try this one." Kai passes you a flavour that you think is quite impossibly edible.

"Clay? That's a thing?" Your voice pitches higher that usual, quite in shock that there's such a thing.

"I mean, it is meant to be a mix of bad and good flavours, give it a try and let us know how it tastes!" Beomgyu chimes in before bickering with both Taehyun and Soobin on the other side of the room.

"I guess... here goes nothing." You say to no one in particular, but Yeonjun watches you pop the spherical candy in your mouth while Kai goes through the pile of confectionary on the table, too engrossed by the variety of flavours.

Your tongue swirls around the strange candy, making your eyes shut with no emotion on your face.

"Uhm... it's bitter." You turn to your beloved boyfriend with worried eyes, almost pleading for help.

This moment, you expected Yeonjun to pass you a tissue for you to spit it out, but instead he leans forward and lays his lips over yours. Your eyes widen from the sudden gesture, grateful that everyone was too occupied with their own little things to notice.

Your lips slightly part and so does his, deepening the sweet kiss a little more with the bitter taste interfering in your mouths. His tongue momentarily glides against yours and then he pulls away when you least expected it.

"Mmh— Yeonjun." You whisper only for him to hear, mouth slightly agape from whatever happened a couple of seconds again.

"Hyung, can you get us water please, these candies are gross. Thanks Kai, never get these again." Taehyun stated, pulling a sour face towards the youngest male in the room.

You're still sitting in the same spot by the table, watching the back of Yeonjun's grown out, black hair. A blank stare at nothing in particular.

"Huh? Yn? What's the matter?" Kai sees your frozen state, not having moved a single muscle since.

"Yeonjun— he.. he took my candy." Your voice quiet and you trail back to your thoughts.

Your boyfriend on the other hand, enters the kitchen, slowly leaning against the refrigerator and thinking while chewing on the bitter sweet.

"Hmm, it is bitter." He quietly says to himself.

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[thedragonqueen1998]

Got struck with inspiration and imma make it a problem for you guys. XD

Okay, turned out a bit more.. graphic?(honestly can't tell if it is or not, so uh, if descriptions of pain and semi explicit birth bothers you, please be careful?) than i originally meant to, but the words once again flowed out and i do not control them, they control me. XD Put it behind a Read more, to prevent a huge text wall. ^^

So, what if: After the Temple of Solomon, Altaïr went about the usual, until he starts getting really hungry. It is intense and even if he satisfies it, it returns just a few hours later. He never had much money as Al Mualim and the Bureaus provided the food he would need, so eventually he starts stealing food to satisfy the hunger. Obviously due to all the eating, Altaïr gains weight. And alot of it. He can hide it easily, thanks to the assassin robes, but he worries. His stomach is getting strangely bloated and he starts having weird cramps. They feel like nothing he has ever experienced, but Al Mualim is still mad at him for failing to retrieve the Apple, so going to him and confessing that he is sick would spell disaster. He can ignore them.

That is until he starts noticing he is getting tired more easily and his hips are hurting. Then the cramps starts getting worse and happen within hours of each other. Altaïr decides that after the assassination of Majd Addin and freeing the fellow brother, when he leaves the city, he will find a medicine woman to find out what ails him. He can ignore the cramps and pain until then.

Malik has other plans unfortunately. "Altaïr, you don't look well. Rest here for the night, you can leave in the morning. .... That is an order Novice."

Altaïr cannot go against the order of a Dai, so his search for a healer will have to wait.

'Dammit Malik', Altaïr cannot help to think as the night falls and the cramps get closer together. He cannot fall asleep because of them and he is filled with restless energy. He fills the time with walking back and forth in the tiny courtyard until the pain gets too bad. Then he rests by the fountain, gripping the edge of it and rocks back and forth on his knees, hoping the pain stops.

It gets worse. He cannot stop the grunts and groans of pain escaping him. Malik of course wakes up and walks in to see Altaïr in this pitiful state. 'Hah, this should please him. The mighty Altaïr brought low by pain.' Altaïr thinks, but knows if he opens his mouth, he will start screaming.

Malik doesn't mock him though. "Altaïr! What is happening? Are you in pain?"

Altaïr can only nod, fighting down the screams in his throat. Malik takes that as his cue to start stripping Altaïr of his clothes, to try and see what ails him.

Once his torso is revealed, Malik freezes and stares at his belly. Altaïr finally gets a look at it after the pain started and the sight scares him. It is the size of a watermelon and it's mass hangs very low, much lower than it was when Altaïr looked at it two days before. He grunts in pain as another cramps hits and he freezes. That... was the feeling of something... sliding down inside him. He can see his stomach is even lower now.

"Malik, i think there's something inside me. And it's coming out." Altaïr grits out between his teeth.

That gets Malik out of his shock and he scrambles to get Altaïr out of his remaining clothes. When he is divested of the final article of clothing he can finally feel it. Some fluid running down his thighs, unnoticed until the cold night air chilled it.

Altaïr is struck with the great urge to push. He is embarrassed of what it would do, but he is starting to become afraid. Afraid like he has not been in years. And so he bears down, rocking faster while screaming between his teeth. He is aware of Malik saying encouragements, but they fade out in the rush of blood in Altaïr's ears.

He is not sure of how long it lasts, but by the end he feels the thing inside him sliding further down. He has to stop to breathe, gasping for air, but quickly he continues pushing. The pattern is repeated one, two, three times. Again and again. Until the object is stretching his rim. The burn is horrific and the pain unimaginable. He hears Malik yelling to keep pushing. Altaïr is looking up at the moon overhead, through the grate of the Bureau when he does the final, big push and feels the object slide out of him.

He shudders and simply collapses onto the floor from the relief. He gasps for breath, looking at the sky without seeing it. He hears Malik moving and takes a big breath before asking the question he does not really want answered: "What came out of me?"

Malik is silent for a minute before saying something that changes Altaïr's life forever:

"It's an egg."

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Malik is confused. When he woke up to grunts of pain coming from the courtyard, he thought Altaïr might have hidden an injury or something of the like. So he brings medical supplies to aid the stupid Novice who clearly thought hiding injuries was a clever idea. What he finds instead is a clearly distressed Altaïr rocking back and forth on his knees, his hands gripping the fountain like his life depended on it. Maybe it did?

After scrambling to help him with his clothes, trying to spot any blood, he is shocked by the sight of Altaïr's stomach. The image of it somehow is reminiscent of the mares before they give birth to their foals and Malik shakes the thought out if his head. Altaïr is clearly a man and such notions are impossible.

They were, until Altaïr the overachiver proved nature itself wrong and not only gave birth, but to an egg! Wait, is it even birth if he laid the egg? Malik shakes his head. Defining exactly what happened is not as important as finding out how this could happen.

"Altaïr, you have not slept with anyone? ... or anything?" He asks not for the first time.

"No."

Is the simple answer he is given again. Altaïr is not even paying attention to Malik. Only staring at the egg in his hands. It is a beautiful golden colour, shimmering in the candle light as Altaïr gently turns it around, inspecting it. It is an almond shape and luckily for Altaïr at that. It is as wide as three large fists at the widest and Malik privatly despairs that if it was the rounder shape of a chicken egg, Altaïr might have perished in the effort to expel it from his body. It had taken close to an hour before Altaïr managed to push it out, so anything wider or bigger would have been the death of the man.

Malik can only stare as Altaïr holds the thing that could have easily killed him up to the light, letting out a little gasp as he does.

"Look." Altaïr says, clearly wanting to show Malik something about the egg. He gets closer and he sees it. Lit up from behind by the candle, one can see what is in the egg.

A human shape curled up in a fetal position, with what seems to be a tail framing it. Something is coming out of the head, curling around it. Horns? Malik is not sure. Looking at it makes him uneasy, but when he looks at Altaïr, all he can see is gentle wonder ..... and what can only be described as motherly love.

"Look at his heart, it's beating."

Malik looks again and yes, he can see the things heart beating. He should probably take the egg and destroy it, before it can hatch and let it's demonic content out into the world. But looking at Altaïr, he cannot do it to the man. The feelings on his face is love. It might be the love for a child, but it must be similiar to the love for a brother, for seeing it on Altaïr's face brings memories of Kadar to mind. Altaïr might be the reason why he lost his brother, but now that he is not blinded by sorrow, he can tell he would not wish it upon anyone. Not even his brothers killer.

Altaïr brings the egg back from the candle light and cradles it like a babe. Eyes misty and with a gently smile he says:

"I'm going to call you Desmond."

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So this is the end. Idk how long i went at writing it, but i like it. Pretty proud of myself. ^^ This is an idea i have had for a long time, in a similiar vein as the Virgin Birth!Desmond idea i commented on one of Teecupangels posts. But this one originally came from the Deathclaw idea someone had and just the idea that Altaïr came away from the temple with a little suprise, unkown to him, hit me in the head with a frying pan. XD

So, idk how long the Hunt for the Nine lasted, but if it isn't several weeks/months, we can just wave away Altaïr's laying of the egg only a few days/weeks later as a result of it being an egg. Most of the waiting time is in the incubation period anyway. So, Altaïr is ofc very afraid of what would happen if anyone finds out about the egg, especially Al Mualim. So he begs Malik to take care of it, despite it breaking his heart to leave the egg and not let it rest against his stomach in a warm nest of pillows and blankets. Malik agrees because the sight of Altaïr crying is too weird and hits too close to home for him to say no.

Eventually the whole thing with Al Mualim and the Apple happens and Altaïr can finally have the egg in Masyaf, in a warm and safe nest. Only Malik and Rauf knows about it and helps Altaïr hide it. Desmond hatches from it a few weeks later and he looks like a cross of a xenomorph and Diablo from Diablo 3. XD His tail is long and slender, with a wicked blade tip and his hands are clawed with razor sharp talons. He has 1 pair of horns that frames his head and they slightly curve along the shape if his head before having two bends(like a lightning bolt) that end in the horns sticking out and slightly curving upwards and outwards from behind his head. His body is otherwise very human shaped, though his legs is the typical double jointed type most fantasy creatures have. His eyes are an intense gold, the same as Altaïr, so questions of his parentage is not needed. His teeth is pretty normal, only having some pretty wicked canines. Colourwise he is mostly the skin colour he had before he died, but the monster parts are a deep red that goes into black the further from the human parts you get.

He needs to eat raw meat and though at first he was pretty disgusted by it, it quickly turned out to taste pretty good to him, so he loves to hunt fresh food for himself. Masyaf ends up discovering him when he looks to be 5 years old, but he is only like a few months old. Altaïr defends him and after that is very open about loving and caring for his son.

Altaïr trues to ask the Apple for the reason he carried Desmond's egg, but all he gets is "Unknown Interference with the Calculations. Cannot Calcute Origin of the Source." Which tells him even the Apple doesn't know why he laid an egg.

Not long after Desmond was discovered by Masyaf Altaïr starts getting the signs that he might carry another egg. This time it's Clay. XD

When Altaïr leaves to go fight the Templars and finds Maria, he brings the Terrible Duo with him, much to the delight of Masyaf. They love to cause chaos for some of the Assassins. XD

I have no idea on how Maria and Altaïr met, but with Desmond and Clay, Altaïr HAS to make sure that Maria can love his children as he does and the potentially future ones(Altaïr is betting on that there would be more eggs, knowing his luck).

Maria does decide that despite the apparent demonic children, she wants to marry Altaïr. Queu them returning to Masyaf, much to Maliks despair. The peace and quiet won't last long. He is right. When Maria becomes pregnant and has her son and Altaïr starts to show signs if yet another egg. *Sigh*

This one is Sef and strangely enough is almost fully human, looking like a mix between Altaïr and Maria. Only his small claws, teeth and eyes betray his non-human nature.

Maria loves them all equally and because Desmond is there Abbas gets no chance to ruin anything. ^^

Thinking of doing one with Ezio, but need to sit on it a bit more. Hope you enjoyed my insane ideas. XD

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@jegulus-microfic / mar 2 / pool / 1,283 words - tiny nsfw warning, they're just horny idiots but they don't do shit lmao

James was trying really hard to be cool about it. Really, really hard.

He was not doing so well.

It was the first summer break since Regulus had started university, reunited with Sirius, and, eventually, started dating James. He was thrilled, full of so much love he could barely handle it, and if he could, he’d spend every second surrounded by all their friends. This meant, of course, that he had been making summer plans 3 months in advance. He wouldn’t spend a single day alone if it were up to him.

They were a week in, and Regulus had stayed with his friends that whole week. He’d been in a dorm with Barty and Evan the past year, but the moment they’d found a decent house to rent off campus, they’d done it. They had the money, so why not? The first week of break was dedicated to moving in and James and Sirius had offered to help, but Regulus insisted they’d only distract him. Today was the first day he was seeing Regulus again, so of course he’d made big plans to celebrate. 

This meant that he found himself running around in his ridiculously large backyard, surrounded by everyone he could think to invite to a day in the pool. Sirius had already dragged Remus into the water, where Peter had quickly followed, but James still had a few things to finish before he’d let himself fully relax. Marlene had nearly knocked him over running as he walked out with a jug of lemonade and a stack of glasses balanced precariously in his arms, quickly followed by Mary chasing after her, both girls holding water guns. Thankfully, he managed to keep everything safe in his grasp. After placing it gingerly down on the table, he’d looked up, seen Evan and Barty engaged in what seemed to be some sort of pool noodle battle, and immediately turned away. If it was anyone else he might’ve joined them, but knowing those two, it’d start out a degree too violent and end quite a few degrees too sexual. He wasn’t gonna get involved.

That was all fine, though. Just being surrounded by all his friends, all so joyful and free, made him feel like he was floating.

No, what he couldn’t deal with, what he could not be cool about, was turning away from Evan and Barty to see Regulus stretched across a sun lounge, his pale, bare skin glimmering in the sunlight, looking up at James with an expression that made his whole body tingle. His hair was pushed back by sunglasses on his forehead, and he was wearing only dark green swim shorts that ended halfway down his thighs. The worst part, though, was the piece of watermelon in his hand. He took a slow bite out of it, red juice spilling from his lips to drip down his chin. His gaze alternated between the piece of fruit and James with heavy eyelids, not making any movement to wipe his chin.

James thought he might die.

He’d missed Regulus all week- His friends were long past sick of hearing him wax poetic about him, along with his own despair and loneliness- but he’d been excited more than anything just to see him, talk to him, hold his hand.

Regulus was making it incredibly difficult to stick to thoughts as pure as those ones.

He simply stood, frozen, next to the lemonade. His face was blank and he stared as Regulus continued to eat, each bite leaving more juice dripping down his face and hand. James had picked a really, really good watermelon, and there it was, biting him in the ass. Regulus took his time eating, savouring every second of it, running his tongue along the edges whenever the juice began to pool. James could feel the heat across his cheeks and only hoped that it wasn’t as blatantly obvious to the eye as it felt, burning up his face. 

He hadn’t even spoken to Regulus properly, too busy setting up, and his friends had been quick to drag him outside and away from James. They’d only exchanged quick greetings, yet he already wanted nothing but to throw him over his shoulder and carry him upstairs to his bedroom. He was supposed to be hosting a party, for fuck’s sake, and Regulus knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t trying to fool anyone, eyes hazy with lust staring up and down James’ body, reminding him that he was also only wearing shorts. He knew how much his athlete’s build and happy trail affected his boyfriend, and it made him glad to know he wasn’t the only one struggling to keep his composure in that moment. He felt a little less ashamed that he was moments away from hard knowing that he wasn’t alone in it.

He was still pretty ashamed, though.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours had passed when Regulus finally finished the slice of watermelon, sucking gently on the rind before placing it down. He pulled his hand back up and, where juice had dripped down between his pointer and thumb fingers, he ran his tongue along it. He closed his eyes as he did it, then smiled slightly with a hum, and that right there was James’ breaking point. He went from standing frozen by the table to leaning over Regulus at the side of the sun lounge before he could even open his eyes again, but when he did, the corner of his mouth twitched just barely before he adjusted his expression to one of false obliviousness.

“Hey, baby. You alright?”

James squinted at him. “You’re fucking evil.”

Regulus simply blinked, perfectly innocent and clueless. “What are you talking about, Jamie?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” James sputtered, even more than he would’ve before the rare nickname was used, “You, you-”

Regulus smiled up at him, genuine and pure. That bastard. James couldn’t form any words, so after a moment or two of stuttering, he gave up, dropped his knees on the edge of the lounge, and pulled Regulus into a deep kiss. He surged into it, grabbing James’ shoulders and kissing him back with a fire that matched the one building inside of James. He could taste the watermelon inside of Regulus’ mouth, even more so when he slipped his tongue out from inside his mouth to swipe it over his chin, finally cleaning it of the sticky juice. He groaned lowly at the sweet taste of it, and Regulus pushed even further into the kiss, both of them seeking more, more, more-

They were interrupted when a bright purple torpedo hit James in the side of his head, and he broke away from Regulus, cursing and rubbing the spot of impact.

“Stop devouring my little brother, you freak!” Sirius shouted while laughter came from all around them. Regulus stuck his middle finger off at his brother, who simply cackled from where he floated in the pool on a doughnut, and James sighed, forcing Regulus to shimmy over so he could lay on his side next to him. 

“Evil.” He repeated, and this time, Regulus’ smile was a lot less innocent.

“It didn’t seem like you minded that much, really.”

“No, I didn’t.” He admitted, grinning as he buried his head into his boyfriend’s neck, who only laughed. 

“Missed you.” He said after a minute of silence. It was muffled, and Regulus let his hands move from around his back to up in the back of his hair, running mindlessly through his curls as he kissed the top of his head. 

“Missed you too, baby.”

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Fic-O-Ween 2023 Day 1: First Frost

Happy fest, y’all! Here’s some Harvard-era FinnLo pining to ring in day one. Huge thank-yous to @lumosinlove for the Sweater Weather characters and universe and to @noots-fic-fests for organizing the fest!

Title: Love at First Fright Pairing: Finn O'Hara/Logan Tremblay Rating: G

“Trick or treat!”

Finn smiled at the ghost-witch-robot trio looking up at him and dropped three handfuls of candy into the plastic pumpkin pails they held up expectantly.

“Hey, nice costumes! Happy Halloween!”

The kids barely stood still long enough to say it back before they were taking off in the opposite direction of the frat house, eager to get back to their parents and hit up more treat stops around campus before dark. It was a good day for it; classic autumn in New England, from the crispness in the air to the red, brown and yellow leaves drifting down off the trees to cover the manicured grass in a vibrant seasonal blanket. Even the deep red of Harvard’s brick buildings seemed more beautiful in October, like they were meant to exist in a state of perpetual fall.

Throngs of local kids—and some of their parents—were all decked out in their Halloween best, while Finn and the rest of the OKN guys wore school-branded clothes while taking turns manning the candy-laden folding table outside the house between classes. (Finn wasn’t sure any of them owned a costume they could wear outside in broad daylight.) 

He laughed as Percy walked over, refill bag in hand, wearing the exact same gray sweatshirt with a crimson HARVARD across the chest as he was, the same black joggers—almost the same sneakers. “Fashion.”

Percy grinned back at him. “You know it, baby.” He turned the bag upside down, dumping the candy into any bowls that weren’t full and spilling some across the table as he went.

“Yo, you’re getting jolly ranchers all over the ground.”

“You’re a fuckin’ jolly rancher.”

“You’re a fuckin’ kit-kat.”

“You’re a—”

“Shut up, there’s kids,” Will warned, then passed some treats to a tiny ballerina with a kind smile and a compliment for her costume.

“Oh shit, my bad,” Percy said, and Finn snorted as Will cuffed him on the side of the head.

Finn unwrapped a watermelon jolly rancher and popped it into his mouth as he watched students and families pass by. Percy nudged him with an elbow, getting his attention. “Where’s Tremz? Thought you were surgically fused at this point.”

“Fu—” he cut off as Will leveled the captain stare at him. “Heck off. He’s in his medieval history class, he’ll be back soon.”

“Speak of the French-Canadian devil,” Percy shouted as Logan walked up the path to the house, backpack on his shoulders and snapback on his head—backwards, per usual. He looked good in the crimson Harvard Hockey hoodie he was wearing; Finn’s eyes caught the fraying at the cuffs and his stomach swooped as he realized it was his, that Logan must’ve swiped it this morning before heading out. 

“Bonjour,” Logan said, oblivious to the state of Finn’s internal organs.

“Bone-joor,” Percy replied before Finn could say it. “Very French of you. And shorts in October. Very Canadian of you.”

“We haven’t even had first frost yet.” Logan looked from Percy to Finn. “How much candy did you let him eat?”

“Too much,” Will answered for him. “Don’t you have class next, Marshy?”

After a complicated handshake with Finn that neared 15 seconds long, Percy grabbed his bag and took off at a slow jog. Finn wasn’t happy that he left, exactly, but he was happy that Logan walked around the table to take his spot right beside him.

“How’s that black plague treatin’ ya?” he asked as Logan slid his backpack off and under the table.

Logan’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. “Better than it’s treating medieval Europeans. But the reading is a little…”

He looked away—embarrassed, maybe, or frustrated. Finn knew he hated that English still tripped him up sometimes, though the amount he’d improved in just a few semesters was damn impressive. Finn kicked his shin lightly. “I got you. Would’ve flunked out last spring if it weren’t for you, so. Bring on the plagues.”

Logan kicked him back and sent him a grateful smile. And just because he couldn’t help it, Finn plucked at the sleeve of his hoodie. “Nice sweatshirt.”

“You left it on my chair,” Logan said, but Finn saw a little bit of color in his cheeks that he was pretty sure the afternoon chill didn’t put there.

It was a shoddy excuse, but so was Finn teasing him about it being “a little tight in the shoulders, Tremz, you gym beast” just so he could put a hand on one of those broad shoulders and squeeze. Logan was warm and so solid even through the layers; his hand lingered just a second too long before he let it fall away.

The next half hour passed quickly as trick-or-treaters came and went. The sun had just started to sink lower in the sky when a girl who couldn’t have been older than five or six walked up to the table, her guardian hanging back a ways. She had a hockey jersey on and was carrying her helmet, probably tired of wearing it around. 

She was closing in on Logan, who’d ended up on the opposite end of the long folding table as Finn at some point, when the big animatronic ghoul in front of the porch lurched and let out its tinny scream. The girl jumped, looking terrified, and tears filled her wide brown eyes.

“Oh,” Finn heard Logan say softly; his brow was knitted with concern as he walked quickly out from behind the table and crouched down in front of her. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you.”

The girl didn’t say anything, just turned to look at her adult and then back at Logan. It seemed like she was trying not to run away.

Logan nodded at her jersey. “You play hockey?”

She nodded.

“Me too. All these guys are on my team. What’s your favorite position to play?”

That drew her out of her shell. “Goalie,” she said with a quiet confidence as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I see. You know what I know about goalies?” The girl shook her head, but clearly looked interested at whatever Logan was about to say. He leaned in like he was telling a secret, then said, “They’re the bravest ones. Also the craziest.”

Finn’s chest warmed at the way she laughed, at how Logan had gotten her from near-tears to happy and chatting in no time at all. He never got to see Logan with little kids; all their siblings were older. It was nice. It was sweet. It was doing things to Finn’s heart that he’d rather not think about.

In the end, the little girl—Harper, she told Logan as he filled her candy pail until it was overflowing, then filled her helmet, too—skipped away in a great mood. Logan was still smiling a little after they’d gone as Finn walked over to him.

“She was cute.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.”

“You, too.” It was out of his mouth before he could shove it back in. Logan raised an eyebrow at him. “You were cute with her,” he explained—not that that really made it better.

But Logan looked pleased that he’d said so, even as he shrugged. “It’s not hard when they’re adorable. She said she’s a goalie.”

“Oh, so the skeleton thing should’ve been afraid of her.”

Logan laughed. “That’s kind of what I told her.”

Finn wanted to say so much. You’re cute all the time. You should only wear my hoodies. You’ll make a great dad someday. I want to share that someday with you.

Instead, he took Logan’s hat off and ruffled his hair. “Dinner?” he asked. “Burgers? Hog’s Head?”

Logan took his hat back and put it back on, but he wasn’t even pretending to be annoyed. “Ouais, let’s go now before they make us clean up.”

As they snuck off behind the house toward the pub, Finn took a handful of cherry jolly ranchers out of his pocket and put them in Logan’s. Logan laughed, then did the same for Finn with the watermelon ones. 

“Happy Halloween, Tremz.”

“Happy Halloween, Harzy.”

[tainted-heartz]

| so..beach episode idea hcs just for wally & his s/o is officially here!!! (If u wanna get more and request more plz do so) funfact:I listened to california gurls on repeat while writing this |

- the idea of going to the beach was julie's idea from the start , running in one day and rambling about how they should go to the beach because its summer and its hot- it became a bigger ramble session but everyone agreed BESIDES wally who was dragged by you.

- as wally packed you swore you saw him pout. “ wally , are you pouting because you have to be away from home for a few hours? ” “ no , I hate the sun. ” he said in a almost cold tone and picked his bag up. “ now let's go , I won't enjoy it. ”

- as soon as you got to the beach he set up his own little area for you and him but if you go swim he almost gets upset. he hates water so he sits on his towel while eating watermelon or even sipping a drink with a swirly straw he brought. if you DO come back and lay down to relax or even read he'll be right on you not caring if your still covered in salt water he's just clingy-

- he actually has swim wear which is a pair of rainbow swim trunks and a button up thats the same pattern as most of his shirts. If you call him handsome or anything of the sort he'll glare but is very flattered.

- if you are bold enough to pick him up and force him to swim he WON'T be happy. you gently lift him up , he's expecting you to maybe and take him to get a slushie but you were walking towards the water. “ d..dearest the slushie stand is- ” “ we'll get that AFTER. you aren't gonna be a sour puss and not enjoy the water! ” no matter how much convincing you could do he'd ONLY stand at least at knee high water.

- you had looked away for a MINUTE and a wave had made him fall back and get his hair wet which you KNEW would be one of the things he'd get onto you for. you giggled as wally grabbed onto your leg , his hair covering his eyes and ruined. he didn't say a word and just held on till you picked him up. “ awh I'm so sorry wally! I didn't mean to..pff- ” “ you did mean to. now please I want my apple slushie to forget this. ”

- once he got his slushie you put a towel to his head and ruffled his hair to dry it , he sometimes acted like an over grown child but the same time can be terrifying.. there was no in between. you also noticed (somehow) he was just RED on some parts of his body. “ wally , do you..even get a slight tan? ” “ I burn. ” “ o..oh? ” you assumed he meant he just gets red because his skin (plush?) refuses to get any darker or accept sun.

- in all honesty most of the trip is wally laying on you and being curled up with a cold drink in his hand. you'll be lucky enough to see him watching barnaby and the others playing volleyball but his attention is on you the entire trip. he wants to be close and held no matter what , hell if you get sunburnt with him laying on you you'll get wally on you for a while..he'd be happy about that.

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"Gimme Some"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: You know what they say, “sharing is caring,” and Rio wants a taste 👅.

Warnings: Cursing, daddy kink, and smut sprinkled throughout the story🙈😈. This a lil freaky, y’all🤷🏾‍♀️.

Word Count: 1,800+.

A/N: I Ate one blow pop, and my mind went straight into kink mode😆! It’s my birthday, so to celebrate, I’m finally posting something for all my sweet mutuals💓. Please excuse any grammatical errors.

Checking your phone for the third time in a row, you exhaled. You waited patiently for Rio to come home. He had called earlier that day, letting you know he’d have some free time tonight. Your mind replayed the conversation.

“Going to be a light business day, sweetheart. I’m coming home early tonight. Just give me a couple of hours. Get your beautiful ass ready. Put on that little dress I like. I’m taking you to dinner, mama.”

Rio had chuckled at the giddiness in your voice. Spontaneous date nights were one of the many things you loved about him. Growing impatient, you shot him a quick text.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Papaaa, how much longer are you going to be?

Wifey: I’m leaving in a few minutes.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Bruh, it’s going to be forever before we get to our reservation😩🙄. I know your pretty boy ass will still need to shower and change once you get here.

Wifey: Of course! You know I got to put that shit on for my wife. Chill, It won’t take that long. You getting hangry, my baby?

Husbae😘🙈♥️: You swear you know me so well😒. Just hurry up, please😏.

Wifey: I knew my good girl didn’t forget her manners.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Rio.

Wifey: Chill, mama, lol. I’m on my way home to you now.

Rio had been right about one thing. You were starving and regretting the choice to skip breakfast. Then there was the stupid idea to work through lunch. Now here you were, stomach growling obnoxiously loud. You knew there was no use in searching for a snack. The busy week you’d been having kept you from restocking the pantry. Glancing at your handbag on the coffee table, you rifled through it. Pulling a blow pop from an inner pocket, you ripped the plastic off, tossing it aside. Tastebuds sprang to life as your mouth wrapped around the watermelon-flavored treat. You enjoyed the blow pop and scrolled through TikTok.

Twenty minutes passed before you heard the front door unlock. Keying in the pin to the alarm, Rio headed to the living room in search of you. You could smell his cologne before he entered the room. Feeling his presence, you spoke without looking up from your phone.

“Hi, baby.”

Your head tilted so he could pepper you with kisses on the cheek. He buried his face against your neck and inhaled his favorite scent on you. Rio groaned, sliding his tongue across the flesh. He finished with a playful bite, leaving a slight indentation.

“You smell good enough to eat, mama. I see this dress is hugging all those curves as usual.”

Still scrolling through your phone, you giggled and thanked him. He rolled his eyes, noticing you were on TikTok.

“You need to leave that social media shit alone, baby. That can turn into an addiction.”

“Relax, father, I’m just occupying myself until you’re ready to leave. Go shower and get ready, papa. I’d advise you to feed me as soon as possible. You know I’ll catch a full-blown attitude if you don’t. This sucker will only curb my appetite for so long,” she sassed with a mouthful of blow pop.

“Always talking with a mouth full,” he responded.

His eyes twinkled with mischief. Your brain registered what he meant, and your eyes darted to him.

“You never seem to mind,” you smirked, refocusing on the phone screen.

Just as he was about to shower, his phone interrupted him. Rio took a seat on the couch across from you. His attention focused on whatever business associate was on the other end of the line. That was until he glanced over at you. He was thrown off by how sensual you looked eating the lollipop. He was blown away by your cluelessness. You sat there unaware of the explicit image you were painting for him.

There’s no way she doesn’t know how this is affecting me. Mama ‘bout to have my shit standing at attention. She better stop playing with me. Mess around and bend her ass over this couch.

Rio was no longer interested in what the associate on the other end of the line had to say. He made an excuse rushing the blubbering idiot off the phone. Putting his phone on the coffee table, Rio leaned back against the couch cushions. Still admiring the view, his hands rested in his lap as he watched you silently. Hearing him end the call, you directed your attention toward him. His gaze fixated on you. That crooked grin you loved so much made an appearance. Rio couldn’t pull his sight away from your lips as he cleared his throat to speak. His words dripped with desire, “that sucker must be good, mama. You sure are giving it the business.” His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he continued to watch you.

Rio’s words dripped with flirtation and innuendo, putting you on notice. Now that you were privy to the sexual tension in the room, you decided to play with him.  

“You know, I much prefer tootsie pops over these,” you explained in an innocent tone. 

Rio chuckled at your faux innocence. Your eyelashes fluttered as your teeth sank into your bottom lip, telling him everything he needed to know. His lips formed a slight grin as he responded, “is that right, mama? Why is that,” he questioned, as his words dripped with desire.

Rio leaned closer to you as his eyes focused on your full lips. The sight of them made him crave you. His vision then settled on your face. Rio’s brown orbs drank you in as he licked his lips. The hunger in his eyes caused you to falter for a moment.

Don’t fumble the bag bitch! Answer his sexy ass. You’re supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.

Pushing all inner thoughts aside, with closed eyes and your lips wrapped around the sweet treat. You moaned and sucked at the lollipop with vigor. A suction-like sound fell from your lips as Rio groaned and repositioned himself. You did not doubt that he was growing hard inside his pants. Hearing that beautiful sound fall from his delicious mouth made your lids flutter open. He could see the deviousness in your eyes. Releasing the sucker from your lips created a slight popping noise, and a devilish grin danced across your face. The lust in your boyfriend's eyes was undeniable.

“Answer my question, mama,” he demanded, voice sounding smooth and velvety deep.

The baritone of his voice caused you to shiver and squeeze your thighs together. 

“With tootsie pops, you can swallow everything, daddy,” you purred as you slid the blow pop back into your mouth.

Rio’s eyes traveled to your mouth again as his head nodded a few times. Hearing those words fall from your lips caused his thick member to twitch inside his jeans as he released a low growl. His hands slid down his lap and to his knees as he leaned forward to speak.

“You enjoy swallowing, don’t you, mama?”

“Mmhmm, and you enjoy watching, don’t you? Mmm, this is just so delicious. Want a taste, papa?”

You released the sucker from your mouth, tilting the blow pop in his direction. Biting his lip, your husband gave another head nod. Your eyes followed every movement he made. You had expected him to suckle the treat, but Rio caught you off guard. A gasp escaped you as his hands grasped both sides of your face pulling you to him, faces only inches apart. He closed what little space was left, licking and sucking the remnants of blow pop from your glossy pout. A couple of seconds ticked by before his tongue found its way inside. You didn’t fight for dominance over the hungry kiss, wanting to be his good girl. It was obvious that Rio was running the show and beating you at your own game. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you breathless. Still close enough to feel his breath against your panting mouth, another lopsided grin graced his face. Rio’s eyes bore into yours as one of his hands slid down your torso. He caressed your stomach and trailed his digits to your thigh, where he fisted the thin fabric of your dress. With one firm yank, he pulled the hem of your dress high enough to slip a hand underneath. You cried out as he ran a finger through your folds, going just a little deeper to lightly tease your clit.

“Now, how’d I know my pussy would be bare, mama,” he asked rhetorically.

You were too busy moving your hips against his fingers and whimpering to respond. Rio acted as if he were about to kiss you again but moved away from your eager lips to tease you. He chuckled as you kissed your teeth.

“You want another kiss, darlin’? C’mere.”

He licked and nibbled at your mouth but pulled back, still in a teasing mood. You wanted to scold him, but your breath caught in your throat. Rio bowed his head low enough to pull the sucker into his mouth, sliding it to the left to bury it in his left cheek. Both were shocked that you had managed to hold onto it the entire time. He enjoyed it as his fingers started to dip inside and play with you again.

“Look at me, baby. Keep your eyes on me while I play with you. Damn, mama. You were right this pus-. My bad, mama. I got distracted with thoughts of my favorite meal. I meant to say this blow pop is good as fuck. You taste better, though.”

His fingers started to piston into you hard and fast. It wasn’t long before you cried his name. The orgasm erupted within as you creamed his fingers and shook violently.

“Rio, daddy! Oh, fuck.”

“Did that feel good, baby? Hmm? Shhh, relax. Come down off that high for me, sweetheart.”

You came back down to earth your eyes slowly opened, meeting the lust-filled twinkling orbs of your husband. Rio was grinning cockily, still sucking the lollipop.

His hand slid from your essence as he husked, “since we’re sharing and all, open up.” Licking Rio’s fingers clean caused him to release a low growl.

“Thank you for sharing with me, baby. I didn’t forget about you popping your shit earlier. Talking about tootsie pops and how you can swallow everything. Come, love. Let’s get you fed. Daddy’s got something special for you. Let me feed it to you in the shower. Need you to get on your knees and show me the same love you were giving this blow pop.” he rasped.

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[yanandreckless]

Everybody Likes Kyle 2

16B turns out to be a bigger unit than your own, 16A, but the tall ceilings and triple windows in the living area were the same, the building having been a commercially failed attempt at a 1920s architectural style during the 1980s. At least this meant that the rent was cheap, even if the plumbing was finicky and the AC was a luxury that only came portable out of your own pocket. The walls were also most likely way thicker in an authentic 1920s building. Kyle leads you into the living room area, pushing aside various bags and boxes, his boots rumbling like mini thunder against the hardwood floor. He pulls a duffel bag off an armchair that matches the sofa in the hallway and gestures for you to sit: “The kitchen is obviously still an inanimate Frankenstein, but I do have some Red Bull.” “Sugar free?” You blurt out hopefully and Kyle snorts again, amused: “As a matter of fact, yes.” The can looks almost like a thimble in his gigantic paw as he hands it to you and you look around the room as he continues pulling in furniture. 

There is black wallpaper with charcoal ornate flowers on three of the walls, the one opposite the gigantic windows still white and that is when you notice cans of paint and some plastic tarp in the corner. The huge treasure chest clanking with metal raises a little cloud of dust when Kyle dumps it next to you. “Are you about to paint this wall?” You ask him and he shakes his head, looking down on you with the corner of his lip quivering: “Nah, that’s what I use as body lotion.” Not one to be outbantered (According to an aunt you inherited this trait from, this was why you were single. Irony had a tendency to miss members of your family), you smile gleefully: “Oh sweet! Does it come in a vanilla scent?” Kyle is already bent over as he lifts a box full of books to relocate it as he gives you another snort and a view of a rather glorious bakery if you do say so yourself: “I’m not one for vanilla.” Your glee only amplifies as you excitedly tuck your feet underneath yourself, ready to unpack this tidbit of information, but there’s a booming knock on the door interrupting you. The first thing you notice tightening in surprise on Kyle is his abovementioned bakery. One cheek looks the size of a watermelon and you wonder if you could even dent the flesh by squeezing it, with how stony firm it appears. The next thing is the large muscles making up his neck and shoulders as he straightens up. The next- Well, the next thing you notice is unfortunately not any of your new neighbor’s more than impressive physique, but the rhythm of the knock itself. You’d recognize that knock anywhere. And you belatedly wonder how come it took him this long. Probably just takes time to get an ugly bald noggin out of an ugly old ass. The knock comes in a distinct rhythm that has always somehow managed to sound like the beginning of some 70s porno jazz number. It gives you the creeps. Kyle notices your frown as his gigantic feet eat the distance toward the front door: “Take it this isn’t a friend of yours?” 

“Ewww, no.” You shudder and Kyle decides to see for yourself. You can only see a bit of his side profile from your spot in the armchair, but you don’t miss a shocked slow blink at the newcomer. The ugly old geezer deserves it. Fabius’ isn’t ugly because of any specific feature. Plenty of bald men are attractive. Plenty of old men are attractive, even. Plenty of tall, willowy, talon-fingered men who have gone through twink death during the Nixon administration are attractive, if an acquired taste. But Fabius… Fabius is repulsive. It’s the combination of his joints outlined in sharp angles through all of his expensive silken shirts and finely pressed pants, all in shades of purple and gold like he’s an aging pimp. It’s his overly large, slightly yellowed dentures with golden back teeth. Yes, multiple golden teeth. It’s the multitude of jewels on his sickly, unnaturally long, talon-like digits with long, sharp nails. It’s the long, white hair on the sides of his head he stubbornly sticks to even though his dome has looked like a cue ball for probably decades. It’s his grating voice and his incessant complaints and the fact that you have personally seen him pierce through a stray ball that some kids accidentally kicked into his weird carnivorous plants and ivy garden. You’re pretty sure he puts poison around the neighborhood for cats and dogs, too. There is some satisfaction in you when you see that Fabius, impressively tall himself, has to look up to speak with Kyle eye to eye: “This is outrageous!” Dramatic hand gesture, weight shift to a hip, narrowed beady little eyes. Classic Fabius opening move. “I know this place hasn’t lived up to the original glory its architects had in mind for it, the tenants are not exactly creme de la creme of our society, but some manners should still be maintained, lest we all are to become ANIMALS!” Index finger jabbing at the air pointedly, flared nostrils, and then a slow up and down once-over. Tried and true tactics for the old Karen. Kyle leans into his doorway leisurely, crossing tree trunk arms over his chest and looking down at the old man: “You already remarkably resemble a rat, go figure.” Fabius lets out a sound that should be a gasp of shock, but is somewhat ruined by decades of smoking his stupid fancy slim cigarettes in golden paper. He places a withered hand on his chest: “Well, I’ll say! Young man, do you know whom you’re speaking to? I’ll have you know that I possess considerable influence in this community and could, if I wanted to-”

Fabius then abruptly stops, his rodent-like muted gray eyes narrowing up at Kyle. He purses his lips for a moment and then finally speaks, his voice suspiciously low and self-satisfied, back from his grating angry shriek: “You look familiar, boy. Remind me of an old friend back from the war.” Kyle’s entire body visibly stiffens. Fabius, like a vicious shark smelling blood, grins, sharp oversized dentures glimmering: “Yes, he was a general in the-” You don’t know what exactly prompts you to hop out of the armchair and join Kyle at the door. Perhaps it’s the white-knuckled grip he has on the doorknob, you’re pretty sure he could crush it if he really put his mind to it. Perhaps it’s the fact that you hate Fabius with a passion only a Karen neighbor can induce in a person. Or perhaps you just want to go back to staring at Kyle’s bakery in peace, without the old snake rattling about. “Uncle Fab, how Fabulous of you to come greet our new neighbor!” You beam at the old fart, who blinks at you in offense and curls his mouth in distaste, as he does every time you call him Uncle Fab. Which is why you do it as often as you possibly can. “Awww, but you didn’t even bring a welcome gift! I’d expect a baked good of some sort, it’s only good manners, wouldn’t you say?” Fabius blinks a few times rapidly, his head jerking back in abject shock. He never expects to be checked when it comes to Mean Girl behavior so he is always like a fish out of water: “I was merely attempting to warn the young man here about all the noise he was making, not to mention the clutter in the hallway, which is, if I have to remind you, a communal space! I will refrain from commenting on his taste in interior decorating, if you really want to see an exhibition of good manners.” “Close, but no cigar, Uncle Fab, you gotta work on that. Kyle, d’ya like blueberry pie? Or maybe Lamingtons? Uncle Fab makes really good sweets and he’ll be happy to lead by example on what a great neighbor looks like, won’t you, Uncle Fab? By the way, you haven't seen my Sephora package, have you? This is the third one that’s disappeared over the last 6 months.” You had a strong suspicion Fabius had been stealing your packages and the way he tightens his wrinkled mouth and averts his gaze only seems to confirm it. “I have a feeling we’ll be chatting about your lifestyle a lot, young man. As for you…” Fabius fixes you with a gaze that would probably turn you into stone if he were a Gorgon. He jabs a gnarly index finger at the air in your direction:

“I don’t appreciate the way you speak to me.” “I don’t appreciate the fact you’re here, but hey, life’s not fair.” Kyle interjects, grinning at Fabius that shit-eating way that looks unfairly good on hot guys. With a huff and a bunch of quiet muttering that sounds suspiciously like either a bunch of Italian curse words or a warlock spell, Fabius climbs the stairs back to his own apartment, his soft white leather shoes inaudible. Kyle deliberately lets the door close itself loudly, reveling in the squeal of unoiled hinges: “What’s up with this geezer?” You walk back into the apartment and take your previous spot at the armchair: “Oh that’s just old cuckoo Fabius. He’s a retired… I wanna say chemist? Pharmacist? Something or other. Way too rich, you’ll see him casually wearing Dior on a Tuesday morning. I don’t even know why he lives in this dump, no offense.” “None taken.” “Rumor is, he cooks meth in his tub or deals coke or something. If that’s the case, it’s kinda stupid of him to always be in everybody’s business. I’d lay low and not attract attention or make people mad for no reason.” Kyle purses his lips for a moment, his arm flexing as he leans into the doorway, looking pensively into the distance for a moment: “Say, I know I promised you steak, and I will deliver, but I also want to go out and buy dessert. I saw a bakery nearby, what would you like?” It comes out before you have a chance to think: “I’m only interested in your bakery.” “What?” Kyle blinks. “What?” You shoot back. 

[the-possum-writes]

Gardening and a Glass of Orange Juice

❥Character: Finn Mertens

❥Wordcount: 1388

❥Tags: SFW, Chubby!reader, gender neutral, mutual pinning, fluff, one shot, just two dorks chatting a bit.

❥Synopsis: A small little visit from a certain adventurer brings up a few memories from the past as the two of you share a glass of fresh orange juice.

❥A/N: I thought I received a request for Finn/chubby reader and came up with this in one go but turns out it included Fern- whoops! I'll be sharing this one shot as its own thing while I write something with the two of them and finish my 2024 master list. (I'm testing out a new format, bare with me)

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It's the beginning of summer and what better way to prepare than to tend your garden with seasonal goods, your spring batch of flowers are lovely of course but the thought of eating home-grown watermelon while taking in the view of sunflowers and marigolds had you working the moment June came up in your calendar.

That's how you've spent the whole morning toiling away at the soil until it was smooth enough to plant seeds, even if it meant sinking easily into the dirt due to your weight but there's not much to complain about the smell of fresh dirt or at least until you hear ringing coming from the bell by the main entrance to your home. Oh! A visitor. You leave behind your tools and dust your hands on the side of your clothes before checking through the peephole only to reveal blue eyes and a bright smile, if there's anything else besides gardening that has you equally excited it's this adventurer. "Look who decided to pop around, got tired of adventuring yet Finn?" You open the door to greet him with a smile that could match his, only difference is that you still have all your teeth.

"Only if you got bored of babysitting plants and whatnot." He snapped right back knowinly, already awaiting the answer.

"Heck nah," you wave a hand, it's then that you noticed the gator biting into the side of his robot arm. "By the looks of it, neither have you. What's with the gator?"

Finn looks down at the animal completely unfazed as if a fly just landed on his shoulder. "Oh just a little science experiment that escaped PB's shack, I was on my way to bring it back til I saw something that reminded me of you." It's then that Finn pulls out a ceramic pot from his backpack with his good arm, handing it over as your playful smile tones down into a content one. You give the bowl a closer view, admiring it's matte purple color that would look wonderful with a couple of cosmos, it's a little chipped off around the edges but it's a little imperfection that reminds you of the person who gave it to you. 

"I love it, thanks Finn." You try to give him one of your classic bear hugs in return but it only made the gator growl at you, breaking into laughter between the two of you. "How about I fetch you a glass of orange juice instead?"

Finn nods and follows you into the kitchen noticing there's different potted plants in here than the last time he visited you, he sits on a dining chair to the best of his abilities with a live animal chowing down on him but it's nothing more than an afterthought when he takes in the sight of you at the kitchen counter. How you move around comfortable in your own skin despite how much dirt was on you considering your favorite hobby, with the weather being as hot as it is today he takes note that you're dressed appropriately that allows good movement and sheds you from the sun, now, Finn is far from knowing anything about fashion nor does he pay mine to what others wear but he particularly likes how your current loose fitting outfit sways everytime you go back and forth looking for a clean cup, it reminds him of tree canopies swaying in the wind. He also takes note of the skin on your arms and your face, sprinkled with telltale signs of work under the sun due to dried patches of skin peeling off, he wonders if you've been using enough sunscreen but then again he isn't one to talk with how spotted his own arms became. Anyone can chalk it down to being hipocrit but in reality he cares about you more than he does about himself- I mean, he's got an entire gator on his arm.

"Here ya go, sorry for the mess I forgot to do dishes yesterday."  You apologize, holding two glasses for both of you.

"Thanks."

But in that small instant Finn also admired your hands, they're heftier than his but also just as hardworking with years of experience using gardening tools and littered with small faded cuts due to handling flowers with thorns.

You caught him staring but you tried to not make note of it. "So, going back to Princess Bubblegum huh? How's she holding up? Last time I heard she got overthrown by that old coot King of Ooo."

"She's been doing alright, she moved in her uncle's shack and started growing stuff like you do."

"Huh, never knew she'd had it in her to work on stuff outside of castles and laboratories..." You raise your eyebrows. "You know, princesses with their luscious hair and dainty princess hands."

Finn notes there's something mixed in this conversation, jealousy perhaps?

"Well, I've lost a few arm wrestling matches against Muscle Princess."

You snort a bit at that. "Alright maybe not all of them. But you've always been popular with them, heck I remember back in the day you were head over heels and couldn't take three steps out of your house without a princess calling for help even though we had plans." 

Ah, so that's what it is. Resentment.

"Oh yeah... I mean I still help anyone who needs it, but atleast I know how to handle my time than when I was a kid." Finn tries to laugh it off but he still feels the regret creeping in, so he plays it off nonchalantly by taking a long sip from his juice even though it was eating him on the inside.

"True..." You look away with your own cup in hand. "Has there been any huge differences between that kid and now?" You asked him, wanting to hear his perspective.

"A few, but the first one that comes to mind is that I make room for important things and people."

You take a moment to let that sink in, turning your attention to the matte flower pot he brought you. It's now that you feel silly for bringing up the past when it only exists in memories, your line of thought was interrupted when you broke into a chuckle as you hear the gator growl once more. "Well, there will be time to hang out once you don't have an alligator chomping on your arm." You down the last gulp of your juice and turn around to look for something in your drawers while Finn finishes his own glass. Once he's done he leaves the cup on the kitchen table while you hand him a few bags of seeds. "Here, it's a good season to grow cucumbers and I happen to have a few extra lying around, they should be easy to maintain if PB doesn't have that much experience with produce yet. And tell her I said hi." 

Finn accepts the seeds and pockets them.

"I could come back and help you out placing the sticks and strings around them."

"Oh don't worry about that, I've grown used to placing trellis on my own... But it wouldn't hurt to have an extra hand. That is, if the gator doesn't bite it off first."

This time Finn is the one chuckling but considering the state of his robotic arm and the dents left by the gator, his laughter is more so on the nervous side as the animal has been chomping on it for a while now.

"I'll hurry up then." 

You company the young man to your door but not without bidding him goodbye in a funny way, holding your laughter during the way out. "Alrighty then, see you later alligator." You wave, almost cracking down at the sight of his expression before returning the favor.

"See you in a while crocodile." Finn waves back.

By the time you close the door you break down in a hysterical laughter until your sides hurt, it's then that you're left in a better mood than earlier as you make your way to the kitchen and prepare extra orange juice for your visitor because unlike other times when the call of action was too strong for him to ignore, you get the feeling he'll come straight back to you this time.