#look at all that new content mmm yes

[bro-atz]

défilé de lingerie

in which: you're modeling the latest lingerie designs for your two bosses, and let's just say their designs are very effective.

pair: lingerie designer!san/lingerie model!afab!reader/lingerie tailor!mingi

word count: 3.1k

content: reader is a lingerie model but also sex doll, reader in heels is shorter than mingi, mingi's a horndog and san is more professional, nicknames (mon amour), unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL), double penetration, cunnilingus, oral, anal, creampies, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: loml @k-hotchoisan and i decided to exchange biases for a fic, so this is my fic for our exchange— enjoy (nd read aub's fic here!)

"Alright, you know the drill, Y/N," one of your bosses, Mingi, stated as soon as you stepped foot in the room.

"Yeah, it's like we don't do this every month or something," you responded with heavy sarcasm and the most obnoxious eye roll.

"Don't give me that sass. Just do it."

You bowed your head before heading behind the partition in the room.

That was one of the stipulations of being the personal model for a world renowned lingerie atelier— anytime the designer and stylist had new looks they wanted to test out, they would test them out on you. They loved the way the bra and panties would fit you just right, and there was also something about the way that you modeled the looks for them that made them obsessed with you.

"Wear the black one first," the other boss of yours, San, instructed.

"You mean the one with the garter belt?"

"Yes, and wear the stockings with them!" Mingi quickly added.

You sighed deeply before putting the stockings on first. The black set was an insanely intricate lace thong with pearls near the crotch— Hold on, these were crotchless panties?!

"Uh, since when did you guys start doing pieces like this?" you asked the two men nervously.

"We've always done this, Y/N. Hurry and put it on," San responded impatiently.

You swallowed the pool of saliva building in your mouth before slipping the panties on, the cool pearls rubbing against your exposed clit sending shivers down your spine. After adjusting the panties on your hips properly, you grabbed the matching lace corset and put it on, only to realize that there was no way you were going to be able to hook every eye closure.

"Hey, Mr. Song," you were still expected to treat your bosses with respect even after all you had done for them over the years. "Could you help me with the corset?"

"See, San, I told you the corset wasn't going to work well," Mingi said matter-of-factly.

"Shut up, this is why we test the sets before we launch them," San grumbled.

When Mingi came around the partition, he took one look at you and immediately bit his lower lip. He approached you from behind, and instead of helping you with the corset, he bent down and ran his fingers up your leg, his hand resting on the curve of your waist where the waistband of the garter belt sat, his waist pressing against your exposed buttocks, his hard-on rubbing against your leg.

Oh, yeah. That was the other thing. You weren’t just their personal model, but you were also their personal sex doll (but were you complaining?).

"Mmm, look at you in this set," his low voice rumbled in your ear. "I could just eat you up."

"Mr. Song," you whispered as you felt him brush your hair from the nape of your neck and leave a soft kiss. "Can you please help me with the corset first?"

"Why bother when I'm just going to take it off in two seconds?"

You moaned slightly when Mingi tiptoed his fingers along your waist and down your stomach before pressing the pearls against your clit. He unclipped the pearls from the front part of the panties before running two fingers along your folds, collecting the arousal that had started accumulating the second Mingi laid a singular finger on you.

"Mingi, cut it out. We need to see the sets," San's authoritative voice rang out, snapping you out of your lusty trance.

"Damn, he can't let me have you to myself for one second, can he?" Mingi tsked.

He finally helped you with the corset while you struggled to hook the pearls back onto the panties. Mingi, noticing your struggle, knelt before you and took the tiny clasp from your grasp. At first, you thought he was going to actually put the pearls back on, but instead he rubbed his nose against your clit and ran his tongue along your cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered while smacking your hand against the wall for balance, the other grabbing the roots of Mingi’s hair.

“Mingi!” San yelled.

“Ugh, fine,” Mingi groaned.

Mingi clipped the pearls back on, and he resumed his professional mode when he stood up to inspect the set, adjusting little things here and there to make you look absolutely perfect. Mingi left first, and before you left, you wore the pair of black platform heels on the ground— they also usually had a pair of designer heels for each lingerie set for you to wear— and checked yourself out in the mirror. You walked towards the two men in their leather armchairs slowly, trying to get used to the height of the heels.

“Turn around for me, Y/N,” San requested.

You did as he asked and turned on the balls of your feet just the way they liked it. You heard the leather scrunching and felt the cool touch of San’s ring on your shoulder moments later. He adjusted the fit of the thong quickly before rubbing his fingers between your legs to check the pearls.

“Okay, the bottom part seems fine,” he murmured.

“Check the corset, San.”

“I know, I was getting to it.”

San pressed the palm of his hand flat against your back, then he started tugging the top of the corset outwards, testing the durability of the hooks.

“I don’t see what the issue is— the corset is fine,” San argued with Mingi.

“She wasn’t able to get it on by herself, and if the point of this collection is supposed to be lingerie she can surprise her lover with, then it kind of defeats the purpose,” Mingi shot back.

“So then should we go with the ribbons like I had in the original design?”

Mingi pressed his lips together then nodded, admitting defeat. San let out a deep sigh and returned to you in the corset. He spun you around to face him, and you lost your balance as he did so, falling right into San’s arms.

“Maybe the heels were a little too tall for you,” San muttered, his hot breath flitting past your ears, making your body surge with warmth. “Are your ankles okay?”

“Yes, thank you,” you cleared your throat and stood properly once more for San to finish his inspection.

San held your shoulders and looked at the entirety of the set, his eyes lingering on the cups for your breasts. Gently, he cupped your breasts and pressed along the fabric before turning to Mingi and saying, “The underwire is too short for her measurements. You should know better by now. Like, look at this— the underwire won’t even support her breasts properly.”

Without looking at Mingi’s reaction, San turned back to you and reached around you to unhook the top portion of the corset, allowing you to breathe a little easier. You sighed softly as he unhooked more, but not the entirety of the corset. Then, San went on his knees and inspected the work of the garter belt and crotchless panties.

“Could we get different straps for this?” San asked as he snapped the strap against your thigh, making you flinch slightly. “I don’t like how thick this is.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, the clasps are ugly. Try again.”

“You approved of those clasps for the last set!” Mingi complained.

“The last set called for silver, but I want black for this one. Fix it.”

Mingi muttered under his breath as he took mental note of all of San’s stipulations. Finally, San arrived at the pearls. He tugged at the clasp and hummed in approval at the strength of the loop.

“The satin loop is strong. Good job.”

“I’m worried about the wear after several washes, though—”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. The only way this would get frayed is if she’s incapable of hooking the clasp on, and the loop is big enough for her to not miss.”

As San explained, he played with the pearls, running his finger up and down the chain. You stifled your moans as you felt him toy with you— you had no idea if it was intentional or not, but whatever it was, it was making your entire body flush with heat.

“You like that?” San whispered low enough so only you could hear— he was doing it intentionally.

“Y-Yes…”

“Mmm, I don’t think I can get through the other sets right now… Let’s take a little break, mon amour.”

That was the signal. Mingi immediately got out of the arm chair and made his way to you, the glint in his eye making you swallow nervously. Even with the heels on, Mingi was still taller than you, so he tilted your head up to meet his lips before moving his hand to your neck. You held Mingi’s shoulder as he kissed you intensely, blood rushing to your ears as you felt his fingers pressing into your neck gently. You wanted to grab his shirt with your other hand, but San, who was still between your legs, was stimulating you a little too much with his fingers that you had to grab the roots of his hair.

You thought San was going to unhook the pearls sooner rather than later, but instead, with the pearls still on, he ran his tongue along them. His tongue circled around the pearl on your clit, the smoothness of the pearl sending a stream of tingles through your body. It certainly did not help when San moved your leg so that it rested over his shoulder, giving him more space to fuck your wet pussy with his tongue. You unconsciously gyrated your hips into his face, your hand pulling him closer to you. It was when Mingi stopped kissing your lips and trailed them down your neck were you able to focus a little more on San.

“Fuck,” you hissed and inhaled sharply. “Right there— Ah! R-Right there…”

The pleasure only increased for you when San ran his fingers from the end of the pearl chain up the fabric of the thong, making the string ride up slightly and rub against your asshole just right. You whimpered and whined the more San toyed with the lower half of your body, unaware that Mingi was working on unhooking the remaining eye closures. The second it was completely unhooked, Mingi threw the corset somewhere behind him and latched onto your breasts. His teeth tugged on your nipples gently, the stimulation really getting to you.

“I don’t think she can stand much longer,” Mingi commented when he felt your grasp on his shoulder start to slip.

“I’m almost there, shh,” San waved the other man away before returning to feasting.

“Mr. Choi, p-please,” you cried. “I’m al-almost— Nngh!”

You gripped Mingi’s shoulder tightly when San slipped a thick finger into your cunt and curled it over and over inside you while fixating on your clit, the pearls continuing to stimulate you like there was no tomorrow. It was when San started rapidly fingering you did your final thread of sanity snap. You muffled your cry as you came, your cunt convulsing around San’s finger, your grip on his hair tight as hell as you shoved his face as far as you could into your pussy.

“You enjoyed that a lot, didn’t you, mon amour?” Mingi teased with his low voice. “I’m sure you must’ve been hot and bothered from earlier…”

He rubbed his nose along your jawline before peppering kisses along your neck and on your ear, the fingers on his other hand rubbing your ear. You sighed softly, sensually as you tilted your head towards Mingi the more he showed you affection.

“Let’s get her to the chairs, shall we?” San interrupted your passionate moment with Mingi when he stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist.

San lifted you and carried you to his armchair. He sat down first then sat you down on his lap, making you straddle him. He reached to your feet and flung the heels off before running his fingers along your legs and up the curve of your hips and waist.

“Mon amour,” San whispered breathlessly. “Would you like a taste of yourself?”

You nodded, and San immediately grabbed the back of your head and kissed you passionately, his tongue diving deep into your mouth. As you made out with him, Mingi approached you from behind and grabbed your ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling upwards tightly. You cried into San’s mouth when you felt Mingi slap your ass and pull up on your thong, the panties and pearls digging into your cunt.

You were still heavily focused on kissing San that after the pleasureful pain from Mingi subsided, you didn’t realize that he was finally removing the pearls from the panties. After setting the pearls down, he pulled the thong to the side and ran his tongue along your ass crack while inhaling deeply. When you felt his hands pull your ass apart and his tongue prod your asshole, you whined and moaned while pushing yourself further into San’s hold.

Mingi pulled your waist out and up, giving him a better angle to eat your ass out. As Mingi focused on loosening you up, you directed your attention to San’s bulging crotch. One hand on his shoulder, you unbuckled his belt with your other hand and pulled his thick cock out. You reached to your cunt and collected some of your arousal before stroking San’s cock, the man’s breath hitching when he felt your nails trace the tip of his cock.

“I want to be inside you, mon amour,” he said, his voice so low he nearly growled.

You heard Mingi complain behind you when you and San shifted, the man lowering himself in the chair while you pressed your upper body against his. You rubbed your cunt against his cock before he adjusted his cock himself and slipped it inside you, a long moan leaving your lips. You gripped the arms of the chair when you felt San place his hands on your ass and begin to move your waist up and down on his cock, letting out little moans and squeals whenever he bottomed out.

Mingi wasn’t about to let the fruits of his labor go to waste. He whipped out his own cock and spat on his hand before stroking it a couple times. He approached you from behind and got San to stop moving you on his lap, allowing him to push the tip of his huge cock into your tight asshole. He teased you over and over again, his cockhead entering and exiting you quickly.

“Mingi, stop teasing her and fuck her already,” San bit out.

“Do you want me to fuck you, mon amour? Do you want me to fuck you silly?” Mingi, ignoring San’s order, asked you gently.

“Please, Mr. Song,” you hiccuped. “I want you to give it to me.”

“You heard her, Mingi. Do it.”

With a deep sigh, Mingi spread your ass again and pushed his cock into your tight hole, a loud cry leaving your lungs when you felt his insane length fill you up. Once Mingi was all the way inside you, both men started moving your waist along their lengths. Mingi continued to smack your ass sporadically as his thrusts got stronger. San, on the other hand, bucked his hips upwards to meet your cunt, the added force driving you insane. The sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other through the layer inside only made the pleasure build.

“Fuck,” you whined as you aimlessly clutched at San’s coat. “Fuck me harder, Mr. Choi… I beg you…”

“Oh? Alright. Come here.”

Mingi pulled out, allowing you to turn around on San’s lap. You sat on his lap, your back facing him. He slipped his cock into your cunt again and tucked his hands under your knees to lift your legs before he started jack hammering his cock into you at a much faster rate. You felt yourself nearing your climax, but you weren’t quite there yet. It wasn’t until Mingi slipped his cock into your cunt as well did white fill your vision, the feeling of the two cocks spreading you wide making your entire body react.

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming!” you cried.

“Cum for us, mon amour,” San hissed in your ear. “Cum all over us.”

You rubbed your clit several more times before your orgasm completely washed over you, your cunt clenching as you squirted through their thrusts. You thought they would stop to let you finish completely, but both men refused to pull out. You continued to cum as they stuffed their cocks inside you repeatedly, your loud cries of profanities echoing in the room.

Moments later, neither man could hold back any longer— the feeling of your cunt squeezing around their cocks was a little too much for them to handle. Mingi pulled out and let the older man shove his cock deep inside you to let his load out, strings of hot cum filling up inside you. San let out a huge groan of relief as he pulled out slowly, his cock still twitching inside you and releasing his cum. You knew he was completely done when he buried his face in the nook of your neck and groaned deeply, his heavy breathing starting to quiet down.

The second San’s cock left your pussy, Mingi immediately shoved his massive cock inside you. He held the back of your neck and pulled you towards him, his lips furiously locking with yours as he thrust violently hard into you. You cried and whimpered into the kisses as his cock kept rubbing past your G-spot, and it was when Mingi finally came did you cum again, your legs shaking as stars overtook you. His cum spurt inside you and filled you up, the cum from both men swimming inside you and threatening to spill out.

Mingi let go of your head, allowing you to completely melt in San’s arms, the man lowering your legs the second Mingi was done with you. You clenched your pussy to keep their seed inside you, afraid to make more of a mess.

“You’re always so tight for us, mon amour. Does your body not get used to us?” Mingi asked with a chuckle as he began to clean himself up.

“I don’t think she’ll ever get used to us fucking her into oblivion,” San joked as he nuzzled his nose into your neck. “Right, mon amour?”

You responded with a breathy sigh and a slight nod, making both men smile at how fucked out you looked.

“Now, clean up. You still have several more sets to try on for us.”

networks:

@atzhouse @cromernet @cultofdionysusnet @ksmutsociety

@newworldnet @san-network @wonderlandnet

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@/k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols @hwallazia @yunhoszn

@juyofans @nebulousbookshelf @starryriize @skteezcursed @yessa-vie

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@exololyunho @everythingboutkpop @bath1lda

[wbtsan]

SEX BUDDIES͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏. ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏J.YUNHO

synopsis. ever since yunho gave you an idea of being sex buddies, you couldn't really say no to him. considering the fact that he's been your longtime crush for ages, he surely wouldn't notice. right?

au. student!yunho x student!female!reader | tags. unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), make out session, sexual content, semi-public sex, dirty talk, praising, mentions of y/n, nicknames (princess, baby etc) | rating. mature | wc. 680+

authors note. i want to go back to the time where i first watched the 'wake up' performance for the first time because WHAT THE FUCK?? who expected them to do this shit? definitely not me!!

networks. @newworldnet

-

"so is that a yes?" yunho questions. yunho just asked you to become his 'sex buddy' while you're here blankly staring at him, wondering what he just said. "hello? earth to y/n?" he says as he waves his hand infront of your eyes. "huh? what? yeah! sorry my bad." you say, getting yourself out of your daydreaming. "is that a yes to become my sex buddy?" yunho once again questions. "um, yeah sure. let's just take it slow though alright?" you say. its your first time actually having sex, but you just wouldn't get the courage to actually tell him. you thought that if you told him, he would distance himself from you. hopefully this wouldn't happen, right?

-

out of all the places, you had to be in a bathroom stall. making out with yunho. how? you guys were happily shopping, looking in a shopping store for new outfits when all of a sudden, yunho just decides to whisper in your ear, "im feeling really horny princess. let's stop the shopping for a bit, deal?" he says, smirking. your face instantly turns red. "yunho! not in public!" you whisper-yelled, hitting his shoulder. "no one's gotta know about it. we'll be quick." yunho whispers. you sigh, accepting defeat and following him to one of the closest bathrooms.

-

"mmm. you're fucking delicious, like sweet, ripe peaches. you're so wet and im going to lap up every.single.fucking drop." yunho's hands pushed into her hair without her even telling him too. you wanted his on mouth on yours, but you wanted to get to taste him too. oh boy, his tongue pressed against your pink, wet pussy in just the right way. "oh yunnie, yes." your legs wobbled a little as he pushed you higher and higher. then they outright shook. another minute of having him lick and suck and her knees were going to give out under you. they'd end up as a pile on the floor. you gripped yunho's hair tight and tried to hang on. you might have too if if he hadn't made that damn sexy low growling sound. hearing yunho actually enjoy going down on you was more than you could handle. you threw your head back on the door of the stall and groaned through your orgasm, your legs giving out and your body went into overload. luckily, you didn't end up on the floor as yunho catcher you swiftly, holding onto you. "don't worry, i got you."

the unrelenting stretch drove the oxygen from your lungs, and your body involuntarily bucked and twisted as you struggle to accommodate him. "please.." you weren't sure whether you were either begging him to stop or make you come. both. neither. it didn't matter. all you knew was you craved something only he could give and you desperately hoped yunho could figure it out on his own because you could barely do something, not even remember your name because of how thick his dick was. yunho gripped your thighs to hold you in place while he withdrew. slowly, until just the tip of his cock was inside you. then he thrusts back in. deeper. faster. harder. any remaining coherence shattered as he fucked you against the door with so much force it rattled your bones.

everything blurred. your nails dug into his shoulders as squeals and whimpers poured out of you, mingling with yunho's grunts and the definitely not child friendly clapping. your entire body was on sensory overload. no matter how much you took, it wasn't enough. more. you need more. yunho's teeth grazed against your neck. "still think im boring?" his taunt whispered into your ear with a particularly savage thrust. white-hot sensation ripped through you. tears leaking from your eyes, and you bucked like an unbroken filly, wild animal. his groans fill the stall as his hot white cum fills you up. "yeah, take all that cum baby. you better keep it in you, got it?" he says, chuckling softly before removing himself from under you. "alright, hurry up. we need to continue shopping. we'll continue this later, alright?"

[heretodestroyou]

Hello i am requesting for Carmen from the Bear!! Something sweet and heart warming about Carmen being worried about the reader and just the whole kitchen seeing how in love he is ❤️ thank you

yes to heaven.

pairing(s); carmen “carmy” berzatto x gn!reader

fandom; the bear (fx on hulu)

w/c; 758 words

trigger/content warnings; brief sexual implications, brief mention of past injuries, language, richie (he’s a warning all by himself), tina n richie being mean to carmy lol, tina and reader chisme together, is this another fic with an ldr song title????, brief touches on carmy’s trauma (not in-depth cuz this is a fluff fic), not-proof read, lmk if i missed anything.

stella speaks! i need him biblically. at first, i was like “mmm, jeremy allen white” as a joke. but bro. i don’t think it’s a joke anymore…

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto who’s always watching you. Who has his eye on you, if you will ;)

Carmy, whose eyes are trailing your figure when you first meet. Not in a sexual way, just taking in every detail. The way you stand, the way you move your hands when you talk. Any time you wear a shirt more than once, the nervous tics you have while he tries your food, if you have any visible tattoos, freckles, or birthmark. His eyes snag on every little thing you do for a split second.

Carmy, whose gaze is locked in your hands while you demonstrate your abilities. He’s taking in every scar, every cut, every tear, every burn that was once fresh in the skin of your hands and committing it to memory. He doesn’t know why, he just is.

Carmy, whose eyes will flicker to your face every so often as you cook, lingering in the scrunch of your brow, the purse of your lip, the muttering under you breath, every curve and divet on your cheeks.

Carmy, whose brain short-circuits the first time he sees you in anything other than your lose white tee, black pants and blue apron. Logically, he knows your body has always been shaped that way, so why is heat crawling up his neck in the biting Chicago air?

Carmy, whose new favorite thing is watching you cook. Especially the recipes you know by heart, when every lovely movement your body makes is muscle memory. Seamless and smooth.

Carmy who appreciates the habit you have of cleaning your station as you cook. Those pale blue eyes locked in you as he exits his office, watching you dumping veggies in a crock pot before scooping up the cutting board, knife, and any food waste and making short work of it.

Carmy who is personally offended by Richie watching you cook. Richie and his Richie-esque comments making him roll his eyes, or warning a scoff. “Makes you wanna know what other moves they can do, eh?” “Shut the fuck up, cousin.”

Carmy, whose habit of paying microscopically close attention to you has whispers from Marcus to Tina to Sydney to you. He appreciates the way you wave them off, using the new kid excuse.

Carmy, who’s been reduced to a stuttering mess when you confront him privately about it. He’s spilling out excuses, until you quietly ask him if he wants to grab coffee with you sometime.

Carmy who, the more and more he arrives to work either with you or with a dumb smile on his face, is getting endless teasing from Richie and Tina. Sydney quietly smiles at him, but mainly sticks to talking about the nature of y’all’s relationship with you.

Carmy, who admittedly fears anytime you let sitting with Tina, exchanging words that have her yelling curses or exclamations in Spanish.

Carmy, who has a retort ready for Richie when he asks you if that means he has a chance now, only to clamp his mouth shut when you wordlessly flip Richie off, bringing another soft look into Carmy’s eyes and a dumb grin on his lips.

Carmy who has to kiss every scar, every mark, every little thing in your body when given the chance. It’s a love language, remembering and worshipping every little thing about you.

Carmy who has his eyes on you so much, regulars at The Beef are silently questioning if there’s anything going on. (there is, but Carmy would sooner be Richie’s personal chef than admit it to customers.)

Carmy whose new greates comfort is you. Any fleeting fragment of you. Maybe you washed his clothes once and now they smell like you. Maybe you hugged him so much your scent lingers in his nose. Maybe he’s got a small piece of jewelry from you or reminiscent of you. Anything that has to do with you can bring him out of the deepest panic.

Carmy who swears up and down and to the ends of the Earth that he’s never gonna lose you. It’s not even an option anymore. He would actually just fall to pieces on the floor.

Carmy who shows the uglier parts of him slowly. You actually have to peel back the first layer and stare it directly in the face without fear before he shows you more. He’s just so scared.

Carmy who’s so so grateful you don’t try to fix him. You just leave him as he is, just giving extra love to those broken bits.

Carmy who used to hate love songs before you arrived.

Carmy who was losing faith in the very idea of love until you arrived.

[m0llygunn]

CREATURE FROM THE GRAVE

After a much needed hair cut and a very pleasurable scalp massage, you find out something new about your undead friend! wc: 600

The first night at your house— the undead has a name!

─── † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † ───

“You’re lucky fashion always loops back around. Long hair on guys is in its… third?” you pause, doing quick decade math. “Yeah, third wave since your time, at least… actually, maybe it’s at its fourth loop around?”

“Hm,” Eddie hmphs, slouching in his seat. The sectioned part of his hair slides out from between your fingers right as soon as you go to snip it, and you’re quick to scold him. 

“It’s just a trim! Your ends are dead! More dead than the rest of you! It’s a bad look, Eddie, I won’t be seen with someone who has split ends up to their ears, I just won’t!”

“Nuuh,” he moans— his new favourite word, his best version of ‘no’.

“Yes. And if you don’t sit up, I’m going to mess up, and then we’ll have to shave it all off— and who knows if it’ll even grow back?”

“Nuh!”

“Well, Eddie. Sit up.”

He complies with gurgles and mumbles and you part his hair again, sectioning out what hasn’t been trimmed, finishing the job. 

By the end, he looks magnificent, not a split end in sight. You run your fingers through his hair, shaking it out, starting from the scalp.

“Mmm,” Eddie moans quietly.

“You like that?” you tease. He meets your gaze through the mirror reflection and rolls his eyes, but his demeanor shifts— he definitely likes it.

You do it again, this time focusing more on the root of his hair, letting your fingers rub at his scalp. You get a quiet gasp from him as his eyes widen. 

“Relax, Eddie. It’s just a massage,” you laugh as you run your fingers through his hair. 

As your fingers work against his scalp, he lets out a content sigh. Pulling a hand from his hair, you pat his shoulder, encouraging him to sit back further and slouch like he so badly wanted to before. With hesitancy, catching your gaze in the mirror with a subtle scowl, he eventually scoots his hips forward, letting his head rest back against your stomach. You hum happily and return to massaging his scalp. 

After a few minutes of your hands in his hair, with the occasional gentle pulls from the root, you can’t help but notice something in your periphery. 

You can see Eddie’s face in the mirror. His eyes are closed and he looks truly relaxed. If you didn’t know any better, and if he didn’t have the pale complexion of someone who’s been in the ground for the last hundred years, you’d think that, well, he wasn’t in the ground for the last hundred years. He's got a youthfulness to him, both in looks and attitude. 

Eventually, your gaze shifts downwards, traveling south, to see… something else. Something you didn’t know was even biologically possible for him— something tenting the crotch of his pants. You can’t help but smile to yourself— dead or alive a guy is a guy, you suppose. 

“Well, it’s good to know that still works,” you laugh. “Good for you.” 

Eddie’s eyes blink open, immediately looking for your gaze in the mirror. You pat him on the cheek before emptying your hair supplies out of your borrowed-from-the-kitchen apron pockets, sitting the big mismatched hair clips and silver shears down on your vanity. 

“I have to go get the vacuum for the floor. You can get up now,” you instruct him as you catch his gaze in the mirror once again. “Huh,” you pause, seeing the pink flush to his usually grey-ish cheeks. “I didn’t know you could blush either. Interesting.” 

[fatguarddog]

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Ahh, good to see you again. What seems to be the problem today? You’ve been putting on weight recently despite the diet I put you on? Hmm, yes I can see that… are you sure you haven’t been missing any days with the vitamins and shake supplements? Ok, how strange then. I think it’s best we examine you, maybe try a couple tests.

Stand here for me. Hmm, your belly really is looking quite porky, isn’t it? Your shirt doesn’t seem to cover it anymore. Just roll it up for me and I’ll take some measurements like I did last time so we can make a new plan. Yes, I see you have a few more inches round your middle now… you’re feeling awfully doughy too. Now let’s see your thiiighs… upper arms… your chest… that’s right… Well it seems the most of the weight has stuck to your belly, but you’ve definitely gained all over.

Let’s have you on the inspection table so I can try a few things. Strip down to your underwear and hop on up. Ah, no. Not lying down, on all fours please. There we go, that’s great, just let me get my gloves on. Mmm you really are looking like quite the plump piglet with your potbelly hanging down like that. Ah ah ah, don’t squirm at my touch, I’m merely inspecting you. Your jiggling belly, your rounded out ass, the growth in your chest… it’s all quite delightful. Better than I could have expected, really.

Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy this piggy. You’re practically frozen to the spot! And I can see the wet patch spreading in your pants. Just relax and let the doctor take care of you. Mmmm, yes that’s right, grind against my fingers as I admire your progress.

You’re much better as a pathetic little porker, aren’t you my piglet? Though we’ll have you growing into a proper piggy in no time, I’m sure. I could just tell when you came in here seeking weight loss advice that you’d be much happier giving in to your urges and gaining instead. I have a knack for seeing through people like that. And I know you’ve been enjoying my ‘diet plan,’ it seems you’ve been having more shakes per day than what the doctor ordered with just how pudgy you’re looking.

Mmm, keep grinding tubby. Let me rub some muscle relaxant cream into your plush rear. No, don’t worry about the needle, you won’t feel a thing. It’s just a fun little concoction to boost your appetite for me. See! Didn’t hurt a bit, did it? Good pig.

Alright, put your clothes back on. Hmm? Look, if you’re that desperate my eager little piglet, then you can get yourself off thinking about how fat I’m going to make you from here. But you need to listen to the doctor’s orders now.

It seems you’ve already been having two shakes on some days, so from now on I want you to do that every day, plus regular meals. Whatever your piggy heart desires. You must also be sure to keep taking your pills, they keep you nice and lazy after all. You’ll come in for a monthly check up so I can track your progress until I deem you ready for me to make a house call to you where I’m sure we’ll have plenty of fun together. Do you understand me? Good piggy.

[elly99]

Higher Dimensions

Minji x Reader. Established relationship. Heartbreak.

A/N: Another short story based on a movie or two. Curious if you can tell which ones. Coming out of retirement for this one but likely going to be inactive again for a long time. Life stuff. I just wanted to get this story off my chest. Sorry that it's Minji again but usually it's her voice I hear in my head when these stories come to me.

Wonder if anyone will still read this. If you do, hi! I missed you. And if you're new, I hope you enjoy! <3

If you could see your whole life from start to finish, would you change anything?

“Hey, baby?”

You're both on the couch. She's in your lap, her head gently pressed against your chest. You know she hears your breathing. And probably the way your heart beats a little too fast when she calls you.

“Mmm?”

She has her phone in her hand, gripping it on one side and allowing the other to rest against you. Your arms are around her. And as you mindlessly watch the TV over her shoulder, they make a subconscious effort to pull her closer, even though there's no space left between. No distance left to close.

“Are higher dimensions real?”

You smile slightly. It was the kind of thing she asked towards the end of the night. When the room grew dark and your minds wandered into their own worlds. When tiredness caught up to you and sleep began to draw its veil over your eyes.

“Why are you asking?”

Only your screens lit up the room, keeping you connected in the darkness. It allowed you to barely make out her smile in return.

“Have you been watching weird videos again?”

She laughs. But it's soft. Barely noticeable above even the sound of the quiet television. But you recognize it. The vibration as it moves from her chest into yours. And you swear you fall for her all over again.

“I just thought you'd be the right person to ask.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I don't know,” she pauses. You see a smirk creeping onto her face. “You just seem out of this world.”

Immediately, she buries her face in your chest, hiding the smile that would have definitely stopped your heart if it hadn't already.

“Minj…”

You resort to laughing as well. Pull her even closer.

“So,” she says into your chest before turning her sleepy eyes back up to you. “Are they real?”

Her words were nothing but a whisper now. So you answer just as quietly.

“I mean, they exist in math. And, who knows, they could exist in the real world but we're just not able to perceive them.”

“Is there a way someone could?”

“Theoretically, with a change of perspective, yes. Like, imagine we're beings that live on the edge of a circle. And we can only move along that edge. Kind of like walking along a straight line around the earth.”

You watch her eyes flutter as she loosely follows your fingers trace a circle in the air. Maybe she's trying to imagine it. Maybe she's falling asleep. But you continue anyway, explaining it more to yourself now than to her.

“From that one-dimensional perspective, we basically live on just a line and we have no reason to believe it's anything else but a straight line. But for someone who can see higher dimensions, they can see the curvature. And that there's a whole other dimension above the circle, too. But how we could make that change in perspective, I don't know.”

“Yeah…” she trails off. “But that's cool, though!”

You've heard that before.

“You didn't get any of that did you?”

“I do get it! I swear.”

You content yourself with her answer. After all, who cares if she didn't really understand? Who cares about higher dimensions and different perspectives? This is the only perspective you need. Looking at her when she's here in your embrace. Her touch as warm as the sun. If only you could bottle up this feeling – the way she makes you feel so alive, so loved, like nothing else matters in this world – so you could keep it forever.

But she speaks again.

“And only they can see that you just go in a loop.”

Not even you had considered that. You nod and continue her thought.

“Yeah, you're right! They'd be able to see your whole path at once, while you can only experience it from beginning to end.”

Silence envelopes the room. She lets her phone lock. The TV dims and asks if you're still there. It's too dark now to see her clearly. There was no indication of the passage of time. It felt like an eternity before she eventually makes a sound – a sniffle.

Then she asks, “If you could see your whole life from start to finish, would you change anything?”

“I-I don't know. Maybe if something really bad happened, but I don't think so. Would you?”

You feel her shift up to kiss you. Her cheek brushes against yours and as it does you feel the unmistakable touch of moisture. It lingers. Even as she rests her head back on your shoulder. It lingers.

“If I could see my whole life, even if I knew all the good and bad things that would happen, I would always choose you.”

As you both drifted off to sleep, your last thought was that of a promise. That you would do the same.

But that was then.

And this is now.

Your whole life moving in a straight line, on a collision course with this singular, inevitable moment.

It's the same apartment, the same couch, but the lights are blinding now. Every emotion, every expression, every tear and quivering lip was as clear as day. Every word like a knife that you felt so viscerally.

She's crying. Apologizing. Pleading.

You're angry. Confused. Desperate.

“You're telling me you knew this would happen? You never really planned on staying with me, did you?”

“Baby, no! I-”

“Don't call me that.”

You see her heart break in her eyes as you cut her off. But you feel nothing. You can't feel. Not after your own heart was just shattered to pieces.

“So that's it? You're leaving?”

“I don't want to. But I can't… I can't stay.”

Your eyes fall to the floor.

“You always knew didn't you? That we'd have to break up once you debuted?”

Her silence was her response.

“Did I really mean anything to you, then?”

She answers with another question.

“You remember that night you asked me if I would change anything if I could see my whole life? Well, my answer's still the same. I would always choose you no matter how painfully it has to end. Because you made me happier than anyone else.”

She desperately clutches at your hands, hoping that the physical pressure of doing so would force you to understand.

“Then why do you have to… Why did you have to…”

But there's no use asking more questions. You already know all the answers. There's no going back now. This is the only way forward. Your life is a straight line. And so is hers. And they only intersect for a brief, bittersweet moment.

Perhaps it is simply human nature to be bound by this rudimentary linear logic. Who are you to think you can escape it? So you resign yourself to letting her go. Because you love her. You remember your promise. And you accept all the joy that she was, and all the pain that she will be. And you imagine a different world. A circle where there are no beginnings and ends, where time is frozen still. Where you could be with her. Always.

[soloroomies]

lifemate (Chapter 9/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: meeting Kiyoomi's granny for the first time word count. 2.6k cw. marriage pact au, mature content, smut (fingering) Masterlist

Turns out that what you did the other night has become the new normal for you and Kiyoomi. Neither of you are shy to initiate things. Your early worries have faded away completely. He makes you feel wanted. To be honest, there's something quite surprising about him. You never gave much thought to what type of person he is in bed. But before all this, if someone had asked whether he's a giver or a receiver, you would have guessed he's a receiver. Not because you thought he was selfish, but because you didn't see him as someone who enjoys such things. You imagined him to be more the calculating type, ensuring one orgasm each and that's it. So, it shocked you to discover that the couch incident wasn't a one-time thing. Three months have passed since that night, and there are times when he just wants to pleasure you without wanting anything in return. You've asked him why, and he just shrugs.

And there's another thing you noticed. After the first night you and he had sex, he left your room. The next time you had sex, he left again. And the next. So, you concluded that it was just the way he was. That's why, the first time you had sex in his room, you left afterward. Neither of you ever cuddles. It was never part of your post-intimacy routine. You wonder if it might be related to his need for personal space? Or, he might be uncomfortable with that kind of intimacy? Yes, you both have sex, but there's nothing more established beyond that. Despite this, you’ve managed to return to your previous dynamic, feeling comfortable with each other. It's like you’re friends with benefits but married. You can’t help but laugh at the thought.

After consecutive wins, MSBY faced a tough loss last week. While not a significant problem given their impressive record and another chance for playoff qualification, it was still disheartening. Kiyoomi's response was immediate and noticeable. It was as soon as you got home from the match. You noticed he deviated from his usual routine. For instance, he practiced even on Sunday, the day after the match. The last two days, he came home later than usual due to his intensified practice sessions, pushing himself harder and delaying dinner times. You tried not to intervene too much in his grieving phase but couldn’t help wanting to offer some emotional support by being there for him. In the past few days since the match, you've waited for him to come home so you can have dinner together.

That applies to today as well, when he comes home late again. As soon as he arrives, you both have dinner together. After finishing and washing the dishes, he sits beside you on the couch as you scroll through your phone.

“You don’t have to wait for me to have dinner,” he says.

You turn your head to him. “Mmm… But I want to.”

“I might come later tomorrow,” he warns.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him.

“Don’t. I heard it’s not good for your health if you eat this late,” he insists.

“Well, that means it applies to you as well,” you counter.

“Yeah, but—”

“No no. If you don’t want me to eat late, then I don’t want you to eat late either,” you say with finality, silencing him. 

You put your phone down and look at Kiyoomi, who seems deep in thought. Moving closer to him, you say, “I’m sorry, Omi. It’s just… I don’t think overworking your body is a good idea. I’m just concerned.” You put your hand on his.

He looks at your hands and then at you. After a beat of silence he says, “You’re right. I’m sorry for making you concerned.” Then, surprisingly, he leans down and kisses your lips. He kisses you gently and slowly, his hand on your waist while the other stroking your hair. The tenderness of his actions tugs at your heartstrings, awakening butterflies in your stomach. As if that isn't enough, the stare he gives you after the kiss might just be the end of you. He kisses the tip of your nose and murmurs, “I’m sorry.”

All you can manage is a shaky, “It’s okay.”

He gets up. “I’m going to sleep,” he says, and you nod, still dazed.

Other than that one time he kissed you before walking onto the court, you never kissed without it leading to sex. This is new, and you can’t justify your erratic heartbeat other than that it’s just unfamiliar territory for you.

As he heads to his room, he pauses. “Oh, and hey,” he calls.

“Yeah?” you respond.

“My mom says she, dad, and granny will come here on Friday night,” he informs you.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, so that we’re both home already. They said they want to visit us and will be staying until the match on Sunday. Are you okay with that?”

“Of course! Let’s make a little feast on Friday night,” you say, recalling that you used to meet his grandma when you were in high school. Now, she's almost 90 years old but still quite active. Unfortunately, she couldn't attend your wedding because she had a flu, and everyone was concerned for her, so she wasn't allowed to go. You also remember that his "granny" is his grandma from his mom's side, which makes her Komori's grandma too. “Wait, will Komori come too?”

Kiyoomi seems to remember something. “Oh, I actually forgot. Yes, Komori will come with his wife.”

You chuckle at him. “How could you forget?” Which only replied by him chuckling and scratching his head.

“Yeah I forgot, granny decided to sleep here since we have two unused rooms.”

Your eyes widen. “Hold up. That means we should move my things to your room.”

Kiyoomi raises his eyebrows, as if just reminded. “Oh. Right. I’ll deal with that tomorrow.”

You nod, agreeing with him as he enters his room. Phew. Tomorrow’s Thursday. You still have time. Luckily, Kiyoomi remembered to tell you this information which he told at the last minute before he went to sleep. It would look weird if his family found out you’ve been sleeping in separate rooms all this time.

The next day, Kiyoomi doesn’t come home late like he has been the past few days. After dinner together, he comes to your room. You both move most of your essentials to his room, leaving just enough in yours to get through the night and the next morning.

Friday arrives, and you’re busy preparing for the evening. The feast will be catered from a nearby Italian restaurant. Kiyoomi suggested this to save you from the hassle of cooking after work, but you insisted on making dessert. After work, you head to the kitchen to make a lemon ricotta cake. As you finish, you hear the apartment door open, signaling Kiyoomi’s arrival. He’s brought the Italian food you ordered.

“Hey. I’ll set the dinner table,” he says.

You look up from your cake and send him a thumbs up. Half an hour later, you’re plating your freshly baked cake with icing sugar while Kiyoomi finishes setting the dinner table and helps you wash the cooking ware.

“I’m done! Let’s change clothes,” you say.

Kiyoomi nods, and you head to your room, only to be reminded that your clothes are in his room now. You knock on his closed door.

“Yeah?” Kiyoomi opens the door.

“My clothes. They’re all in your room,” you explain.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” he says, stepping aside to let you in.

You open his large wardrobe, now containing your clothes as well. You pause, contemplating what to wear. Glancing at Kiyoomi, you notice he’s wearing a navy short-sleeve button-up shirt and chinos. He catches your eye.

“Sorry. I’m just looking for inspiration,” you tell him with a smile.

Deciding to match his casual look, you opt for a comfortable navy maxi dress. You don’t need to dress up too much since it’s a casual family dinner and they’ll be staying over anyway.

“They’re here,” Kiyoomi says after checking his phone.

“Oh, okay. Let’s open the door,” you reply, giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror.

When you open the door, you’re greeted by Kiyoomi’s parents, granny, Komori, and his wife, Mia.

Komori jokes, “Well, look here, if it isn’t my favorite outside hitter! Beating my team relentlessly,” referring to MSBY's win against EJP Raijin a few weeks ago, as he hugs Kiyoomi.

Kiyoomi chuckles and replies, “Just doing my job.”

Kiyoomi’s mom hugs you warmly, “How are you, darling?”

“I’m good. How are you?” you respond, hugging her back.

“Never better,” she says cheerily.

You greet Mia, Kiyoomi’s dad, and finally his granny, who looks as healthy as ever.

“Oh my, we finally meet, honey,” Granny says, kissing your cheeks.

Everyone settles at the dinner table after Kiyoomi’s mom, dad, and granny put their luggage in the rooms. The food is already served, thanks to Kiyoomi.

“Please help yourselves and enjoy the meal. We're so happy to have you here,” you say, holding Kiyoomi's hand.

As dinner progresses, the conversation naturally flows towards the match. Suddenly, Komori clears his throat, drawing everyone's attention.

“While we’re here, I want to announce something,” Komori begins, his voice filled with anticipation. He grabs Mia’s hand and kisses it.

You widen your eyes, mouth agape. “Oh my…”

“We’re expecting a baby!” Komori announces with a wide grin.

“Congratulations! Oh my god!” you exclaim, jumping up to hug Mia and Komori. Everyone else quickly follows, offering their congratulations.

Komori adds, “Actually, the only one here who already knew about this is Granny.”

You look at Granny, who smiles proudly. “I’m so happy for both of you! I guess my advice worked then,” she laughs. She adds, “Actually, I brought something special for you both.”

Granny gets up and returns with a bag. “Here, I brought these sweet potatoes. They’re good for fertility,” she reveals, looking pointedly at you and Kiyoomi.

You exchange glances with Kiyoomi, trying to hide your surprise.

“And also this,” she pulls out an amulet from the bag. “This is an Omamori. Please put this in your room. I gave one to Mori not even six months ago, and look at them now!” she exclaims happily.

You muster a smile and thank her. Komori tries to contain his laughter, earning a glare from you.

Kiyoomi’s mom chimes in, “I know you might not want to have a child immediately, but eating sweet potatoes is still good for you either way,” she says warmly.

Granny interjects, “Don’t delay having children! I want to see my great-grandchild!”

You smile wryly, feeling awkward with Kiyoomi beside you.

“There are also some supplements here. You have to trust me,” Granny insists. “Look at your mothers,” she says, pointing to Kiyoomi and Komori a bit too eagerly. “They brought healthy children into this world. You both even became athletes I’m so proud of,” she says, her eyes starting to water.

Komori and Kiyoomi nod, looking down.

“Thank you so much, Granny. We will definitely follow your advice,” you say, holding Kiyoomi’s hand, trying to calm the situation.

Kiyoomi looks at you with an unreadable expression, and you send him a forced smile.

After dinner, you all move to the living room for dessert. The atmosphere lightens as you serve the lemon ricotta cake, which is a hit. Granny shares stories from her youth, and Komori and Mia talk excitedly about their baby plans. 

As the night winds down, dinner concludes with Komori and Mia saying their goodbyes. You encourage Kiyoomi’s parents and granny to rest, while you and Kiyoomi stay behind to tidy up the dining area and wash the dishes.

Silence envelops the two of you, a lingering tension from the earlier discussion about having a child. You struggle to find the right words to ask him, feeling the awkwardness yourself. You know Kiyoomi feels it too, given his unusual tenseness. When you both finish, you almost forget you’ll be sleeping in Kiyoomi’s room, instinctively walking toward your own room. You mutter under your breath, “Fuck,” realizing you can't escape this tense situation.

Kiyoomi glances at you slightly as you enter his room. "I'm sorry, I forgot," you chuckle at yourself. After changing your clothes, there’s a knock on the door. Exchanging glances with Kiyoomi, you both walk to the door and open it.

It’s Granny, smiling as soon as you open it. “Sorry to interrupt. Here’s the Omamori,” she says, handing you the amulet. “Put it beside your bed.” She takes a peek into the room. “There, on the desk is fine.” She points at the desk beside the bed. You smile politely and thank her.

After closing the door, you face Kiyoomi. “Let’s just put this there,” you suggest, pointing to the desk. He nods and walks to the bed, lying down.

As you both lie in bed with the lamp dimmed, you feel Kiyoomi rolling to face you. You glance at him and see he’s already looking at you.

“What?” you ask.

“Should we talk about it?” he responds.

Yup, you really can’t dodge this any longer. You sigh, “Yeah, we probably should.” Kiyoomi closes the distance between you. He lies on his side, supporting his head with his hand, looking down at you. You roll on your side to face him.

“So…” you start.

“Do you want a kid?” he asks.

“I do, actually. How about you?” You play with the fabric of his shirt as he answers.

“Me too.”

You widen your eyes a bit. This conversation is heading somewhere significant. “But maybe not now?”

He looks at you. “I’ll go with you. It’s up to you really.”

“But like…” You hesitate a bit. “Are you okay having a child with me?”

He frowns at your question. “I’d be happy. Are you?”

You’re a bit surprised at his answer but then nod your head. “I’m okay too.”

“Okay,” he says. Then, he kisses you gently on the lips, his hand traveling downward. You pull back slightly, “Wait, wait.”

He looks at you with a hint of amusement. “There are your parents and granny.”

He chuckles softly. “They won’t hear. As long as you keep quiet.”

You scoff at him incredulously. “Okay. So you’re freaky like that.”

But then, he starts to rub at your clit, making you moan, though you suppress it with your hand. He presses his cheek against yours. “Yeah. Maybe.”

He starts to enter his fingers into the combination, making you a moaning mess as you struggle to keep your hand over your mouth. You glance at the desk, seeing the Omamori. “I’m scared to be pregnant immediately,” you say breathlessly.

He chuckles, kissing your cheek. “It’s just my fingers, baby.”

Your breath hitches at his words. After you finish, he pulls his hand from your pants and licks his fingers. You stare at him incredulously, noticing the bulge in his pants.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says.

You look at him questioningly. “Just clean yourself and let’s just sleep,” he adds.

Who the fuck wants to go to sleep hard? You shake your head, laughing. “You’re a psycho.”

“What? I just don’t want to make a mess.”

“I’ll swallow it clean,” you offer, determined. He grins at your persistence.

“No. Let’s just sleep,” he insists.

With that, you go to the bathroom to clean yourself. When you return, you find him already asleep. You slip under the blanket, starting to drift off yourself. In the last few seconds before sleep takes over, you realize the irony of how the topics you decided not to discuss have presented themselves so prominently in your face.

Taglist: @wolffmaiden @peachyaeger @fiannee @nightlydream @choizzn @yunskook

[olderthannetfic]

that anon's post about how different posting fic used to be got me thinking about my own experiences in old fandom, and man... i hate to say it, but sometimes i kinda miss writing before third wave feminism got big online. i say that as a feminist myself. i feel like some of the Anti stuff we see today comes partly from misunderstandings and strawmanning of legitimate theory and observation, especially when it comes to the topic of sexuality. the thing that especially stands out to me is online horror. when i was younger, it seemed like you could get away with pretty much whatever horrible thing you wanted, and everyone kind of understood that EVERYTHING was on the table and if you're uncomfortable with some of it you just need to move on. and one thing that's brought me a lot of comfort as an SA victim was the over-the-top, stupidly horrible SA in creepypasta and darkfic. but now even the places with the most messed up content, where that's the entire appeal, has tons of people saying "oh yes all of the murder and gore was great but did it really NEED the SA elements? that could make it so unapproachable for victims" yeah so could literally everything else in this game, joseph, it's not supposed to be for everybody. it's hard to get all my thoughts in one place but when i look back on my time online, i see a through-line from "we should be more thoughtful about how we write women" to "why is the trauma always SA" to "yknow what don't EVER write SA unless that HAS to be what happened", which... again, that's my comfort zone. it's nice, being in a place where we don't pretend like death and torture are the only threats that could be hunting you. and more and more i find myself losing that ground! every time i find a new fandom that should be cool because it's right there in the media, i'm again hit with "mmm did we really NEED that though?" to be clear i do think you should warn for that, just like you should warn for psyche horror and gore and all that. but idk, when i can't even write mild dubcon without people screaming "think of the victims!!", i feel like nobody actually cares about us. because if they did, wouldn't we be allowed to write about the experiences...? apply them to the characters we related to, even? but nah, clearly we're just romanticizing shit and stereotyping women. fucking hell, man!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 43

Joyous Walpurgisnacht: Part I

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: Here we go!

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As you stand from the table, your name draws your attention from your plate. Mr. Laufeyson mirrors you as he peers over at his mother. You notices how his fingers twiddle by his side. 

“You’ll come get ready with us, dear,” Frigga says, “Trina is coming to do our hair an makeup. Be sure to grab your dress.”

“Oh, uh…” you look at Laufeyson and he shrugs with one shoulder. “Okay.”

“Don’t worry about my brother,” Hela snorts, “I’m certain he’ll be torturing himself over the proper shade of white; shall I go for the ivory or the pearl?”

“Quiet,” Laufeyson sneers under his breath before he turns to you, “go on then,” he looks at his watch, “we all have much to do.”

He strides past you and you watch after him. He’s still upset. It’s your fault. You’ve been errant in your duties. You will make it up to him. At Walpurgisnacht, you won’t dare leave his side.

“Come,” Frigga beckons to you, “Hel, you too.”

“Yes, mother,” she drones and rounds the table.

You follow them to the door, only noticing as you approach that Thor’s done the same. He keeps a step back as he waves within, “after you, lady.”

“Er, thanks,” you eke out and step in ahead of him.

He’s quick to tail you, his fingers sending a shiver through you as he touches the back of your arm, “happy birthday, little one. How old are you now?” He asks.

You wince and hug yourself, keeping your chin down as he matches your pace. Frigga reaches to flick a strand of Hela’s black hair as she gabs on about it. You chew your lip and crane to look over your shoulder. You don’t see Odin, he must’ve stuck behind to chat with the staff.

“Thirty-two,” you answer as you face straight.

“Mmm, not too old,” his hand brushes across your back, “you look much younger.”

“Thank you, uh,” you stutter as his touch ventures further, tickling the top of your ass. Your panic swells and you bat him away, “I… have to go.”

You don’t know how to make him stop, but you can control yourself. You rush ahead to catch up to Frigga. As you come up at her side, Thor’s low rocky chuckle rolls through the air. You don’t look back as your blood runs cold. You don’t know why he won’t leave you alone.

“Ah, dear, I think we could put some flowers in your hair,” Frigga remarks as she waves you ahead of her up the stairs, “to go with that pretty dress of yours.”

“Sure,” you agree.

“She’ll look like a bride,” Hela scoffs, “perhaps just some diamonds around her neck–”

“Pearls,” Frigga argues.

“Pearls? She’s not an old lady yet,”

“Eh? Pearls are nice,” Frigga counters.

“Perhaps for you,” Hela rebuffs, “babe,” Hela swoops around her mother and drapes her arm over your shoulders as you turn down the hall, “what do you prefer?”

You blink, finding it hard to breathe through the tension. You don’t dare pick a side.

“I like the dress on its own,” you say.

“Ah, yes, she’s right, it is so nice, it would be ruined with too much,” Frigga hums, “how about just the petals,” she reaches to touch your hair, “a small accent but not garish.”

“Mm, yes, like a little fairy,” Hela muses as she retracts her arm, “I’m afraid I’m going for more of a witchy vibe.”

“Oh dear,” Frigga mutters, “Hel.”

“A good witch, mother, never fear.”

✨

You look in the mirror, swept away by your own reflection. The small white flowers in your hair are placed so delicately and just so, matching with those on the dress in their fluttery display. You skin seems to glow from the precise application of makeup, your lashes are long and curved but not too heavy. Your lips are painted a natural hue with a glossy finish and a touch of blush lends colour to your cheeks. It feels like a lot but looks like less.

The dress is just as wonderful as you remember. The outer layer decorated in carefully cut flowers over the simple dress of white beneath. The skirt flows to your lower calves, ending just above the straps of your heels, a bow on the back of each. You blink and tilt your head at your reflection, is it really you looking back?

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Hela growls as she steps up behind you, “uh, so darling.”

“You look amazing, dear,” Frigga calls over.

You turn to watch the older woman pin on large dangling earrings. She wears a white dress hemmed below her knees with large fanned bell sleeves. Her necklace is strung with pearls that get large towards the centre and her silver and gold hair is spun into loose waves pushed back behind an elaborate headband with golden points.

Hela is dressed much less elegantly. Her jumpsuit is taut to her figure, the neckline cute so deep you wonder how it stays up. She wears a sort of cowl, sparkling with diamond as it goes from chin to shoulders, a larger gem dangling down her cleavage.

“Well, I think we’re almost there,” Frigga announces breezily, “come, come.”

She ushers you and Hela from the room into the hall. The house is buzzing with activity. As you come downstairs, you’re lost amid the flurry. The kitchen is bustling with furor and workers flit around like bees in a hive. You stay close to the other women as they walk unfettered through the rush.

You come out to the veranda, clutching the sides of your skirt as you watch your feet, careful not to trip on your heels. In the sunlight, Frigga sighs, and calls to someone. You look up and follow her down the steps. 

The lush green flat of the yard is entirely changed. A white floral arch, white cloth draping over the roofs of newly erected tents, tables in similarly silky ivory, petals scattered all around as stems are capped with full blooms atop posts, in plinthed vases, and around tables. A stage stands, blocking out much of the garden, a bar along an edge of the expanse with several workers behind it arranging glasses and bottles.

“Yvonne,” Frigga trills again, “come, come, we should like some photos.”

A woman in a white suit approaches with a large camera in hand. She is tall with full hips emphasized by the cut of her clothing. Her strawberry blond hair is twisted into a high bun with two pin straight pieces framing her face.

“Hello, Von,” Hela purrs at her familiarly. The women glance at each other and an eyebrow twitches. They know each other. Everyone does but you.

“This is our photographer,” Frigga introduces you to Yvonne, “she’ll be taking pictures so don’t mind if you see a flash or two through the night.” She turns back to the strawberry blonde, “hm, where are the men? They must be here…”

You fold your hands and sway back and forth. Surely you won’t be included. This is for the family. You’ll just stand to the side.

“Ah, Odin!” Frigga throws her hands up, greeting her husband as he approaches in a white pressed shirt beneath a matching stiff vest and white slacks. He wears a golden chain around his collar and cufflinks at his wrists. His shoes also bear golden buckles. “There you are. Where are your sons?”

“So quick to disown them,” Odin kids, “they were…” he looks back.

Thor clamours down from the veranda, combing out his long blond hair which he’s let loose from its usual bun. The waves fall to his shoulders, just along his open collar, unbuttoned to boast the thick muscles of his chest. He beams in white just like everyone else. A gold medallion hangs from his neck and his fingers are stacked with rings.

Loki follows last, shoulders high, hands staunchly tucked into his pockets. He looks at the sky as he appears in his simple attire. White shirt, white tie, white slacks cute perfectly to his sleek figure. White loafers with plain silver buckles. His black hair is swept back, the front pieces drawn back into a clip behind his head as the tails curl out behind his ears.

As he takes the same path as his father and brother, his eyes search and find you. His irises flicker and his brows arch. You avert your gaze and look at the grass, fidgeting as you wait awkwardly to the side. Frigga preens at each son and tells them how handsome they look.

“Alright, alright, we’ll get a few photos before the guests arrive,” she claps her hands.

There’s movement along the edge of your vision. You keep your head down as Frigga orders her family around. You flinch as she grabs your wrist suddenly and pulls your hands apart.

“Right here, dear,” she guides you next to Odin before she stands at his other side. “Okay, everyone, no scowling.”

You look up, wide eyed and the camera flashes. You bat your lashes and put on a smile as Odin bends his arm behind you, resting his hand on your lower back. The gesture calms you as the photographer counts down.

You stand frozen as the camera shutters, wondering why you’re there. What will they do with the photos when you are irrelevant? Finally, you’re allowed to disperse as Frigga struts over to Yvonne to have a look at the photos.

You turn nearly collide with Mr. Laufeyson before you can even think to look for him. You back up as he stares at you. He raises a hand as if to touch your arm then thinks better of it. He clear his throat and tugs on his skinny tie.

“That is a beautiful dress,” he remarks, “very on theme.”

“Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson,” you sniff and rub your palms together.

“Stay close,” he says tersely, clearing his throat, “or…” you hear his tone soften, “I might lose you in the flowers.”

His lips curve, just a little. Is he joking? You’re not sure.

“Come,” he jabs his fingers through the air, “let us get a drink before it is too busy.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

You walk beside him and he sighs. No, you’re not sure he was being funny. He’s still unhappy.

As you reach the bar, he greets the workers in white behind it. He orders whiskey on ice, then turns to you. For a moment, you’re taken back to the night you found him with the same drink… that was the first, maybe the only time, you saw him so human.

“What would you like?” He asks.

“Um, I don’t… know,” you murmur.

“Our cocktails,” a worker points to the standing list of drinks. You lean in and read each. 

“Oh, uh, could I get the lavender lemonade, please?”

“Yes, miss,” the worker replies and sets to mixing the drink. Laufeyson takes his and holds it tight.

“Lokiiiii,” a familiar brogue rumbles through the air.

You turn to face Bragi as he approaches. A pocket watch swings from his vest, though he wears no shirt beneath it. You greet him with a tight-lipped smile.

“And his lady,” he smirks at you, “you haven’t seen Fossegrim, have you?”

“You brought that creature?”

“Ah, he tagged along. He chased off a chickadee and I’ve not seen him since. Never to worry,” he snaps his fingers, "I'm all set up.” He nods towards the stage, “and look at you too, pretty in white.” He looks at you pointedly, “I must say, you look like a goddess. I was also let in on a secret,” he declares, “it is your birthday. Happy birthday, did you have a favourite song? I might fit it into my set.”

“Um…” you think. “I don’t…” you look over as Mr. Laufeyson reaches back to take another glass from the bar and offers you the purple drink. You take it with a meek nod before facing Bragi again, “there was this song… from a movie… Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She sings it on the balcony but I can’t remember how it goes.”

“Oh, yes, I know the one. Beloved Hepburn, what a treat she was,” he purrs, “I think I can figure out the chords.”

“You don’t have to…” you shrug.

“I want to,” he insists, “oh and watch for dark shadows, Fossegrim will surely return once he smells food.”

“Sure,” you agree and squeeze the glass tight. Laufeyson just hums in his throat.

“Anyhow, I need water,” he sidles past you, “happy Walpurgisnacht!”

You return the sentiment before you step away. You peer around, uncertain what to do next. Your heels sink into the grass and you pull them out, teetering. Laufeyson glances over at you.

“Shall we sit?” He asks.

“Erm, okay.”

He waves you ahead of him and you weave over to one of the tables. You sit and put your glass down without tasting it. He sips his own as he lowers himself. He’s tense, setting it down with a heavy clunk.

You look around and see new faces arriving. It’s beginning. Your stomach churns as each guest appears. It really is a big deal.

“You are nervous,” Laufeyson intones, bringing you back to the table.

“A little.”

“Mm,” he pokes his tongue in his cheek, “well, then, even more reason to stay by my side. I’ve navigated these waters all my life, I can stave off the sharks.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

His lips slant and he spreads his hand over his chest before dragging it down, “and…” his throat bobs, “happy birthday, if I forgot to say.”

“Um, thank you,” you squeak, “it isn’t a very big deal.”

He inhales, “it isn’t? By your choice or… his?”

You shrug, “I never made it one. Really, just another year.”

“Certainly, time does keep on now matter what,” he mulls.

You’re quiet. You take the drink and look at it. It’s a lovely colour. You take a sip; it’s tangy but nice, a little kick under the citrus notes. Your cheeks pinch as you put it back down.

“Too strong?” he asks.

“No, it’s good,” you assure him, careful not to drip any on your dress.

He taps his fingers on the tabletop, “I must say, you do look rather… rather nice.”

“Oh, yes, um, Trina, your mother’s friend…” you utter, “she did it.”

You look at him, finding his eyes rapt upon you. His gaze almost takes your breath away. He reaches to touch your hand, leaning in just a little. His eyes flick past you suddenly and he stops, his hand lightly over your as he sits frozen.

You turn to peek over your shoulder. You hear Thor’s thundering voice as he greets someone. A perfect swoop of dark hair bounces before him and he embraces the tall, slender woman. You know, even without seeing her face, who it is. Sif.

You bring your other hand over Laufeyson’s and press it down firmly as you face him, “are you alright?”

His eyes skitter back to you and he slips his hand free. You deflate as he instead takes his glass and slurps with a scowl. Walpurgisnacht will not be a new beginning, only a reminder of old wounds.

[crushedsweets]

Would you ever consider including nurse ann in more of your art/ stories? She's one of my favorite characters and I think your design for her is amazing lmao- I'd also sort of like to know what her relationship with the others would be like

yes. actually. i would love to . ok i have some vague ideas for how shed fit into the lore so thatll be under the cut !! i also start rambling about lulus lore too cuz i decided theyre friends.

ok so, again, my au is based around slenders forest being like... some sort of magnet for the paranormal. slenderman wants to keep all of these cryptids within the forest.

since its in a fictionalized forest in tuscaloosa, where marble hornets was filmed, i decided to move the abanonded hospital they visited up north of the tuscaloosa lake. she roams there.

SOOOOO nurse ann is just... a demon. slenders forest is sort of like limbo for a lot of the cryptids and kinda puts them in like.. a long daze and loops unless they're consistently leaving or being grounded by humans.

i dont EXACTLY know why/how she's in that specfic hospital, especially since i dont believe she has an official origin? maybe when the hospital shut down, she was let go and wasn't transferred to work in a new hospital, so she lost her shit and preformed some crazy rituals that ended up making her an undead nurse ? now she's forever roaming the hospital. or maybe she was killing patients when she was a human and kept doing weird demon shit with their bodies and the operator/zalgo fed off of her bad vibes. LOL IDK.

now about lulu cuz i drew her too.

i used to be sooo fond of lulu. and i originally said she was just going to be another ghost roaming the forest pointlessly, mourning everything and being incapable of interacting with humans, BUUUUUT. she is 24 and NOT A GHOST?!?!??!?! IDK WHY ALL THIS TIME I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST A GHOST WHO AGES CUZ YK HOW CHIBIWORKS STUFF WAS BACK THEN LOL... i def am tired of little kids being tortured and all these children ghosts tho so im kinda glad to have smth new to write. anyway. so im thinking lulus just another little demon thing... i'm thinking her story goes.

she was in strict private schools all of k-12, and went to uni on her own in tuscaloosa. she wanted to branch out, have a little rebelious phase, make friends, etc. tried to join a co-ed frat. she experienced an absolutely horrific hazing when she was like 19, the frat fully believed they killed her by accident and in their panic, tried to bury her in slenders forest, and some demonic entity in the forest infected her before she was buried fully. she ends up climbing out of her shallow grave, never having died. perhaps the operator did it, perhaps zalgo like in her og lore ? PERHAPS ANN CUZ SHES A DEMON HERSELF?

anywaaayyyyy :3 l think theyd be cute friends. they just look really cute together and i could see good chemistry so i totally would love to expand on them and make them friends. maybe expand more on the type of species they are, what kind of powers they have(esp if i make ann the demon who infects lulu).

BUUUUT ALSO this made me realize i should totally look into adding zalgo to my lore. cuz it doesnt make sense for the operator to make anyone a demon, thats not really what he does.... and i dont want him to do that i just dont like the vibes. so mmm yes.

anyway in terms of relationships..

lulu and her are cool good besties beautiful they would take selfies and do tiktok dances together.

masky and hoody are incredibly indifferent to her, because they dont have to worry/visit her often. she stays in the hospital thats in the forest, and thats exactly where slenderman wants her, so theyre content. theyre kinda grateful she keeps lulu in the hospital too, cuz lulu actually freaks them out bc she'll be jumping at them and shit talking about their eyes.

tobys EXTREMELY scared of ghosts (bc of his hallucinations of his sisters ghost . . ). he eventually gets over it(kinda?) with sally, but he keeps accusing ann and lulu and the sort of being ghosts cuz they just.. kinda pop in and out. at least jack has to walk into the room to show up. so he doesnt like them

mmm jack wouldnt like her IF he knows that she kinda turned herself into a demon through like, a ritual or smth. he'd be beyond pissed to know someone CHOSE to be what he is. if he doesnt know, he doesnt care for her. he kinda jokes about 'well why dont YOU be their medic' and shes like 'dont fuckin wanna be'.

jane and liu and kate prob dont know her... kate might but wouldnt care.

jeff would prob think shes hot or some bullshit and nina would be beyond pissed. at first ninas like AHHH SHES SO COOL cuz shes a fangirl at heart, but the second she hears a single 'goddamn' from jeff shes livid.

ben prob wouldnt care much for her... hes so uninterested in demons idk why i just feel like he doesnt care.

clockwork would LOVE HER. she'd think she's so fucking cool. she'd try talking to her all the time but ann prob wouldnt be interested in clocky at all...

ofc the proxies purposefully come into contact with the paranormal the most because thats their job, so i wrote the most for them, but that doesn't mean theyre the closest or anything.

ok thank u anon you did smth to my brain that benefitted my mental health cuz i love writing this shit for the creeps thank u sm .

[politemenacephd]

Arachnophilia: (Part Eleven)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Oral (reader recieving), Cock Warming, Sleepy Morning PinV sex, Praise, Body Massage, Breeding kink, Creampie, Touch-starved Mig, Fluffy Aftercare + Extra mega fluff later (getting Mig to dance).

Word count: 5060

The days following your unfortunate trip with Miguel were relatively quiet.

You were aware that the heat was coming to an end. Almost ten days had passed since your first encounter, and based on a regular cycle this should be it. This stage would burn itself out until the next one started, and it was a transition you were trying to make as smooth as possible.

You’d been avoiding the society was much as possible, and you knew Mig was avoiding the topic. After all, you couldn’t stay away forever. How would you juggle being a spider again when you were now in a new relationship? What if the elites found out what you’d been doing? What if there was backlash? How would Mig cope being alone again?

You noticed Mig had been struggling to smile since the incident in the woods, and you were determined now to do something for him. You were determined to make him happy.

So what luck, then, that he woke you up that morning.

‘Mi tesoro?’

You blinked and stirred in your sleep, your eyelids fluttering.

You were curled up on Mig’s bed in a pile of silk sheets to keep you warm, your head resting atop a mound of pillows that he’d knitted and you’d stuffed. You could hear faint birdsong drifting in from the nests open entrance, meaning it must at least be dawn.

You grumbled, wiping your eyes before opening them fully.

Mig’s face filled your vision. His nose was brushing the tip of yours, and his massive spider body was curled across your own. You gave him a sleepy smile. ‘Why good morning, pretty boy. What brings you here?’

As you did a light stretch you noticed Mig shuffling awkwardly. He opened his mouth but closed it again, as if struggling to speak. You immediately knew what was up.

‘You’re horny?’ you murmured.

Miguel had the sense to look sheepish at waking you up for such a thing. Little did he know you could smell him now, as his own arousal seemed to permeate the musk from his body in a way you’d become acutely accustomed to.

Plus, you could see the little slit on his abdomen throbbing as his erect cock strained to break free. You assumed he was holding it back with great physical strain.

‘Yes, I- wanted to let you sleep longer, but I am—’

‘Aching?’ you whispered. The softness of your voice made him quiver.

‘The rut, is— insatiable’ he grunted back. ‘But, it should cool down soon. I will be gentle, I promise.’

You pretended to ponder his proposal for a minute, even though you’d already made up your mind.

‘Mmm… alright. I suppose I can indulge you again.’ You were teasing a little, pretending to be annoyed while secretly being thrilled. It made your insides pulse to let him take you while you were sleepy, and you got your own personal arousal from his desperate horniness. You enjoyed him begging. ‘But, I’m gonna keep resting, okay?’

‘Ay, absolutely, mi arañita’ he breathed. That offer seemed to have excited him so much that he could no longer hold back, as his cock eagerly burst free and throbbed to erection in front of your eyes. You gave it a teasing stroke, your fingers brushing over each thick vein.

It was strangely smooth compared to the rest of his form, soft and warm in your hand, pulsing with excitement. You watched those white pearly beads of pre-cum form and drip down onto your hand as he watched you play with him.

‘Ah- I love when you’re, tired’ he whispered. You let him lazily pump his phallus into your hand, gently humping at your closed fist as your eyelids drooped shut. ‘I love when you’re all- relaxed, and soft, and warm. When you just lie there and take it, it—a-ah.’

He got so excited that he snapped a few silky strings on the nest floor with his scrabbling little spider claws.

‘Careful, careful’ you soothed. You put your free hand against his cheek while you continued to stroke him, drawing him closer. ‘Go on, relieve yourself, before you destroy our house.’

Miguel’s affectionate eyes melted your sleepy little heart. He kissed you, once, long and deep, before taking his chance. While you lay back and closed your eyes he lifted the sheets over his head, ensuring that you remained covered and warm.

You could only feel him as he moved. In the dark, with your body heavy and warm with sleep, you felt his muscular arms spread your legs apart. You felt the cut of his cheekbone as he kissed your thigh, the eager little vibrations of his abdomen, and finally the rush of breath on your clit.

You were already beading with slick, your sex pulsing with excitement, when he took his first lap at your tender folds. The sounds that left your mouth were messy but ecstatic, as he licked away every inch of your self-control.

Miguel lulled you in and out of sleep as he sucked on your clit. You were utterly subdued, your vision hazy, and all you could feel was the warm wet lapping of his tongue and lips. He nestled his strong nose into the little crook of your lips as he twisted his tongue, slathering you in attention.

He paused to whisper praise from time to time, but you couldn’t hear what he said. You were rocked by dreams that mirrored your waking experience, as flood after flood of warm pleasure tightened your gut.

In the end, you woke yourself up with your own orgasm.

‘F-FUCK, AH--!’

You jolted slightly and tensed, your legs involuntarily squeezing his head as that flood of pleasure pulsed up through your body. He clung to you, unable to tear himself away, his tongue ravenously tasting each shuddered gush of your climax.

When you collapsed he was quick to move upward, not wanting to take up too much of your time. He shuffled his body beneath the sheets and gently shifted you onto your front, with his human torso planking over your head while his spider half mounted your rear.

‘There we go, you just relax, little spider.’ His words were soft as he spread your legs. You tensed a little as you felt him angling at your slit, but you had been so thoroughly softened up by his mouth that his entrance was easy. He slipped the first inch in with an obscenely wet pop, and then inch by inch the rest followed, splitting you open and bulging you to breaking point. You sleepily whined as you were filled by his shaft.

‘F-Fuck, Mig…’

‘Así así, arañita’. Just relax and let me take care of you.’

You lay in decadence, your naked body smooth and warm on that downy silken mattress, as Miguel began to gently fuck you from behind.

‘Ah- a-ah—’

Each slow pump forced another sleepy moan from you.

You knew his promises to be quick were a lie. He meant it when he said it, but you knew him too well. He would get one sweet, pheromone filled taste of your pussy and he’d become smitten in an instant, savouring and rutting inside you until it hurt.

He did keep to his promise to be gentle though. The warmth of his body lulled you right back to the edge of sleep, as did the rocking motion of his cock slowly moving inside you.

Your eyelids began to droop once more, and once Miguel found his rhythm he moved one hand to your back. He began to rub out the sore muscles in your shoulders and spine, his huge and calloused hands acting surprisingly tender as they kneaded and squeezed you.

‘Shh, good arañita’’ he praised. ‘That’s it.’

‘Mm… fuck, that’s good’ you mumbled. It was the perfect distraction as his cock began to nudge deeper with each thrust, quickly expanding and stretching your sore cunt to its limits.

‘Que chula’ he purred, more to himself than to you. He was throbbing at the sight of your naked body, so small in his hands, and the little relaxed moans you kept giving were making it hard for him to be gentle.

‘I’m not hurting you am I?’ he panted.

‘N-No, no’ you mumbled sleepily. You were panting softly with each insertion, now so limp that each time you bulged with his cock your whole body jolted in the sheets. ‘No, no you’re- mm, ‘s so good—’

‘Okay, o-okay, good. Good arañita’.’

His hands were gentle as they slid around your spine. He cupped you like a mouse, something frail and small, his clawed hands kneading and stroking your flesh with feverish devotion. You sank into his touch.

But no matter how soft he was, it didn’t change what he was. His body still dwarfed you completely. Just one of his palms could cover a third of your back with ease, and his shaft as it slipped and probed inside you was still bulging your belly with its fat girth. You could feel his weight on your ribs.

The weight and power of his body should have terrified you, but to you it was pure joy. You didn’t mind being bent by this man, nor did you mind how powerless you were against him. You surrender yourself to his capable hands. You’d let this monster defile you to his hearts content.

‘Mm- I’m so, rough with you sometimes, you poor thing. I wish I could be this, gentle all the time.’

You shuddered as the rhythmic sound of his hips clapping your rear filled the nest. You could hear his grunting getting progressively louder, a symphonic mess of wet slurps and raw skin and breathy moans.

You decided, in that sleepy state, to indulge your desires a little further. ‘Mm- you’ll, have to be real gentle when you get me pregnant, right?’ you murmured.

Miguel abruptly groaned and pushed in as deep as he could, a deep groan vibrating through his chest at just the mere mention of breeding you. He pulsed against the slick walls of your cunt with such ferocity it scared you.

‘Ah—Yes, yes, of course. So, gentle. You’ll- look so good when I impregnate you’ he breathed. ‘So, so good. That tiny little body, so- full with my babies, that I made in you, that you’re making for me—’

‘All yours’ you whined back.

He started to hump a little faster, his breath hit your neck as he tilted his head down. He was angling for another nice little view of his cock, eager to watch it sliding in and out of your tense hole.

‘I can—smell, how fertile you are’ he whispered. ‘Can you smell how potent I am, arañita? Can you smell me?’

Your back arched as he rustled his abdomen, letting you scent the faint hormones you could pick up as a semi-spider. He was right. It was impossible to describe, but you could smell his virility. He smelled so hot, so alive, so potent.

‘You better not miss a single one of those patches’ he purred, his voice so thick it dripped. You felt venom pooling onto your spine from his flexed jaw. ‘I’ll have you so full you won’t be able to walk. Mm—so, full—’

He started to rut harder, his body moving manically against your back. The breeding talk had tipped him over the edge almost immediately. He bent your limp back as he fucked it into the mattress.

‘So- full, fuck—let me cum in you—’

You moaned sleepily as he climaxed. He rooted himself to the spot with his painfully extended claws and felt every single pulse, every single ejaculation, as those white strings painted your insides with his genetic code.

‘MM- Mm- that’s it, oh- sweet little arañita, you take it all, good good arañita, you’ll look so perfect when you’re pregnant—’

Your eyes rolled as you felt each throb pulsating against those thick, squishy walls. You felt it moving and did a little shiver at how perversely enjoyable it was. It was so warm, so heavy, it was almost soothing when you were this sore. You were filled to the brim until it overspilled, leaking and pooling to the floor, and only then was Miguel content.

He pulled out hard and quickly plugged you back up with webs, though not before using his claws to push a little of the excess back inside you.

He knew he wasn’t likely going to breed you at this point, but the idea was pleasurable enough that he kept all his routines going. With a soft moan he lay down against your back. ‘Ah- f-fuck… Thank you, thank you—’

You gave a sleepy chuckle as he began nestling against your neck.‘Good boy’ you whispered. ‘Good boy, my good boy.’ You savoured the little shudder he gave at those words.

‘Arañita’ he moaned. He nestled deep into your hair just once, taking a deep breath of your scent, before finally releasing you and collapsing into the sheets himself.

‘Are you okay? Was I too rough?’ he whispered. You shook your head and yawned.

‘No, no. You’re okay. If it was too rough I’d tell you.’

‘You promise?’ he whined. His abrupt shifts from primal and horny to soft and insecure were something you were fairly used to at this point. ‘I worry that- you would be too kind to say anything.’

‘Oh Mig.’ You reached out and gently brushed his thick hair aside. He closed his eyes the moment he felt your fingers. The poor man was clearly so touch-starved, even post-sex.

‘Hey, hey. Come here’ you murmured gently. With each soothing tut you shuffled closer, and with your fingers in his hair you began gently scratching at his scalp. His eyes remained closed, but you could feel his abdomen beginning to rustle, a sign that he was contented at last.

‘You’re okay. You didn’t hurt me.’ You whispered the words against his nose as you scratched. Finally he opened his eyes, and the red hue filled your gaze.

‘Thank you’ he whispered. ‘Mil gracias, arañita.’

You beamed at him. God he was so beautiful. That sweet, rugged face in your hands, so rough but so vulnerable. You wished you could heap praise on him all day.

‘There. Isn’t that—’

You both jumped as a low, monotonous beep began to fill the nest. It was an uncannily technological noise compared to the quiet, rustic sounds you were used to at this point. In a panic you rolled over the bed and began scrabbling through the sheets.

‘Ah- shit, shit, shit—’

‘What is it?’ Miguel asked. He was bristling, his body ready for a fight, but you bade him to get down.

‘DOWN! DOWN, ITS—’ Midway through speaking you stumbled upon the cause of the noise: your society watch, its screen now bright and alive with a single name. ‘JESS.’

Before you could even discern if there was a way to avoid the call her face appeared, a soft rendering of orange light and knotted brows.

‘Newbie I swear to god—’

‘JESS HI! I’m- so sorry, I’m still sick, I—’

‘Did you not tell me that you would keep in touch?!’

‘YES, and I didn’t! And I’m sorry! I assumed I wasn’t needed, haha, you know? And I—’

‘I have been trying to call you!’

As Jess continued to rant you struggled to keep your body hidden. You were still naked after all, still warm and slightly sweaty post coitus, and worse than that you clearly weren’t in your home. You were in a giant nest, huddled in silk, with your enormous half-spider partner sitting at your back. You hurried to end the call as fast as you could.

‘I’m sorry! I’m feeling better now, so I will be back soon, I will catch up on work—’

‘We don’t do catch up newbie we’re spider-people—’

‘Okay! I’ll- do whatever you need me to do—’

‘Look, I really need to talk to you! Miguel said you might—’

Right as Jess was getting to the point you realized Mig was curiously edging closer, and soon his face would be clear to Jess on the other end. You panicked.

‘AH- I will deal with that when I get back! Whatever it is I can explain! I’m sorry, I’m- about to throw up now, bye!’ You slammed the watch down with your hand, crushing Jess’s hologram into nothing. Without thinking you chucked the watch across the nest.

Immediately your head fell into your hands. ‘Oh… fuccckkkk.’

‘Are you okay, mi tesoro?’ Mig asked, finally sideling to check on you. You dropped your hands and sighed.

‘Ah- I keep forgetting, obviously with- I’m gonna have to go back soon. As soon as the heat isn’t killing me, which… Well that could be as soon as tomorrow. It’s already starting to fade.’

You saw Miguel cough to cover up the way he reacted to your words. It wasn’t enough; you knew already that he was as upset as you were.

‘You’ll be, going back?’ Mig asked, his voice strained. You nodded.

‘I’ll have to. But, only when I’m needed. Otherwise, I promise, I will be here visiting you.’

Silence fell. While Mig gave a reassuring nod you could see him worrying internally, most likely about whether they’d find out about your relationship. You, internally, were worried about much the same thing, especially after what Jess had said. What did Miguel want?

You had no idea, but you didn’t want to spend your potential last day before returning feeling stressed and alone. At least, you didn’t want to leave Mig stressed and alone.

‘But… For tonight, at least, I’m here’ you said, finally breaking the silence. You jumped to your feet and immediately clung to his fur for support, as your legs were still shaky post-orgasm.

‘So uh- hey, we have some more projects downstairs to finish, right? Why don’t we finish them up today, and start that bonfire you suggested, to clear all the old wood. Just us two. It’ll be nice.’

Mig looked unsure at first, but the idea of continuing to build for your shared nest did bring him great joy. He didn’t smile but he did plant a small kiss on your forehead.

‘Of course, arañita. I’d like that.’

…

As agreed, you spent the rest of the day with Mig.

You didn’t want to think about the society, not right now. If you could just savour this peace for a little longer, if you could just savour him, perhaps it’d all be okay.

You helped him carve out a few new window shutters, this time with latches to keep out the cold, and a stool for you to sit on when you weren’t in bed. It was slow work but you enjoyed just spending time in his presence again. His little comments and observations, his confusion at your quips that you then had to explain, it was the same peace you’d come to know since meeting him.

The sun rose and set over your heads in the quiet glade. You could tell the heat was dying out as you only paused to fuck once more before evening set in, compared to the four or five times you usually had to copulate in a day, not that it was any less intense when it happened.

Once it got dark Miguel crept back into the nest to sort out food, and you sat alone by the finished furniture and watched your breath turn to smoke in the air. You felt a chill on your arms as the sky turned from red to navy blue. Out here there was no sound but the cawing of crows and the wind in the trees. 

You glanced at the empty fire pit and the loose wood at your side. Miguel said he would set up the fire, but, you did want to be helpful, no?

By the time Miguel had re-appeared from the nest, his arms full of snacks, the bonfire was up and raging in the middle of the glade. He immediately balked at the sight.

‘What- mi tesoro! Is this safe?’

You glanced up and waved him down as he cantered over. ‘Mhm! I did the uh- rock trick, you taught me, I positioned the smoke away, we have water—’

You squeaked as his arms snuck around your waist from behind, effortlessly lifting you a foot or so away from the burgeoning fire. You spun in his grip to find his face, and you found it surprisingly spooked.

‘Yes, but- I meant for you!’ he insisted.

‘Hey, hey. I’m fine! I’m fine!’

‘I don’t want you hurting yourself’ he whined. He did allow you to return to the floor when you started squirming, but his clawed hands remained hesitantly hovering over your shoulders and waist.

‘I’m fine! I set it by myself though, see?’

Miguel darted his eyes between your face and the fire. He couldn’t see any signs of damage, and the fire was safely set up over a patch of dirt and away from the trees. He let out a hesitant sigh of relief. 

‘Ah… well, yes, arañita, you did a good job. I’m glad. Just- don’t give me a heart attack like that, please, I beg you.’

Despite your insistence you were fine, you allowed Miguel to take over from there. He tended the fire and you ate together in a comfortable silence, listening to the fire crackle and flicker as the moon crept over the distant forest line.

You ate your fill and then crawled into each other’s arms, keen to keep each other warm as the stars grew brighter. You tucked your head into the fluff of his hide and breathed in the quiet night together.

‘I should bring a few things out here. You know, technological comforts, even just a couple’ you noted idly. ‘Like um- music, something to play music. That’d be nice, right? Especially here.’

‘Mm. I could- play for you, if you wanted music’ Mig offered shyly. You glanced up at him with curious eyes.

‘Play for me?’

Mig nodded, and without waiting he began to spin more silk. However, this silk came out different to his usual creations. He revealed a few thin lines of string that he cut and held between his fingers, looping them carefully around his claws until they were taut and strong. You watched as he began to pluck them.

With his claws each one reverberated on impact, releasing a sweet and high-pitched ring. Your eyes widened as he began to play them string by string, creating a harp-like melody that filled the clearing.

‘Oh… is, that—’

‘A spider thing?’ he said softly, his eyes never leaving the silk. ‘Yes, well- sort of. Spiders play strings to alert potential mates and, potentially woo them, but- it isn’t usually as, melodious. I suppose my human ears are just a little more attuned.’

‘Very attuned’ you said, letting out a low whistle. He was incredibly skilled. ‘So, this is like a mating thing?’

‘Ah, it- can be. It also gave me something to do, to- waste my time before I met you. It helped relieve the stress a little when I was rutting, well… alone.’

Once again, Miguel’s bitter past snuck up on you out of nowhere. Your stomach knotted. Of course he was skilled, he’d been alone out here for so long, he’d have to occupy his time with something. You pictured him sat in the clearing alone, stuck in a rut, playing that quiet string music into the empty void while imagining that someone might somehow answer.

You watched him play for a little longer as that melancholic image sat in your head, when you suddenly remembered something you’d previously meant to bring up. 

‘Hey, um- one thing I do remember learning about spiders, is, that they dance, right?’ you asked. Miguel nodded and shrugged at the same time, seemingly indecisive.

‘Ah- mating dances, yes. We perform rhythmic movements to both calm the potential mate and show off our eligibility. I’ve never done that before though, obviously, I—AH! Ah, arañita’?’

Miguel jumped as you suddenly leapt to your feet, practically clawing your way across the dirt to get up. You stood before him, arms outstretched, and bade him with your hands to continue playing.

‘Well, while I’m here, I shall indulge my inner spider then.’

 You spun in a circle and began to move, shifting around the edge of the fire as Miguel played on.

‘Ah, mi tesoro, it- usually the males are supposed to dance for their mates’ he said, his voice cracking as he shyly laughed. ‘Not the other way around, though- you look, extremely adorable, I must say.’

You grinned. Your feet were already moving in a clumsy but sincere expression of joy, like a child at a disco when their favourite song comes on.

‘Well then, come on up! You’ve got the chance to try it now!’

Mig paused mid-string, his hands hovering in place. You tilted your head and smiled, and he tilted his in confusion.

‘Ah… me, dance?’

‘Yes! You, dance!’ you cried.

‘Me, dance?’ he repeated.

‘Yes! Yes! You! Dance! Now!’

You rushed over and gently grabbed his hands, urging him upward. ‘You were going to say, you never got to dance because you never had a mate to dance for. Well, now you do! If you want to try it, then I want to see.’

You pulled him to his feet and took the thin spool of silky thread, wrapping it tight between your fingers so that his hands were free. It took you a couple of pings to get the melody but soon you were awkwardly strumming along, missing one or two notes but still getting the general idea across.

Mig immediately looked concerned. There was a sudden pressure to perform it right, as this was a mating ritual of sorts, and his instinctual fear of rejection was holding him back.

However, as he watched you struggle to strum and swing your hips in a circle, he felt those anxieties fade. He couldn’t escape the gnawing in his gut, but he could put it aside just enough to try.

He stepped forward and began to move his legs.

At first, he seemed stilted. He was trying to move his eight legs the same way you did, something that clearly didn’t come naturally to him, but the longer you smiled and the more you encouraged, he seemed to gradually find his place.

He began to settle into something more rhythmic, more suited to his body. He raised his second pair of legs and began tapping at the floor with the others, stepping back and forth as you moved with him.

‘Hey! There you go, that’s it’ you cheered.

Bit by bit his expression changed. It was as if the muted coldness in his face was melting, revealing those soft little smile lines you rarely got to see. The corners of his mouth turned up and his fangs flashed in the fiery light, his eyes slowly softening from narrowed to wide.

As the fire licked around your bodies, you laughed. The sound echoed through the trees as you grew breathless and frail, forcing your legs to move even when exhaustion kicked in.

‘Beautiful, beautiful!’ you gleefully praised. Over the dancing fire Miguel caught your eye. You looked at him, at his strange little spider dance, and showed nothing but admiration. You plucked the strings in time with his steps.

‘Beautiful’ you repeated, ‘you beautiful thing.’  

And there it was.

Miguel’s face broke into an honest grin. His lips extended, breaking his face into new and unexpected lines, his cheeks flushed with a shy but exuberant joy.

He opened his mouth, and he laughed.

It was no longer the awkward choking grunt he usually made when chuckling. Now it was an honest full-bodied laugh, one that shook his shoulders and made his lungs and stomach muscles ache. As he followed your steps around the fire he laughed until tears prickled the corners of his eyes.

And you laughed right back.

You continued in a circle at the fires side. He was instinctually performing a mating dance as you stood in the centre, his legs rearing up and down as he drummed at the floor. He watched the orange light flicker over every contour of your body, bathing you from head to toe, and felt the most unbearable pull.

‘Mi tesoro—’ he panted, ‘dance with me! Come!’

You giggled and tried to move in the same way he did, but with only two legs you quickly lost all rhythm. You kept up with him for as long as you could, until sweat covered your brow and your legs turned to jelly.

‘I don’t think- I have enough legs to keep up’ you panted. As he noticed you getting tired, Miguel got an idea.

‘Ay, I can fix that, arañita’.’

With a low chuckle he swooped in and scooped you up, holding your body bridal style as he continued moving around the fire. You clung to him and squealed as he spun you around.

‘AH- MIG!’

‘I’ve got you, mi arañita, don’t you worry!’

He danced in a circle as his paws tapped at the earth, and as your mind adjusted you returned to gently pinging the silk. The light thudding and ethereal strings conjoined into a strange and otherworldly orchestra, one that played you both well into the night.

Miguel moved until exhaustion overtook him, and when he collapsed to the floor you went down in his arms. You stayed in his grip and laughed until it hurt. In a messy ball of limbs and fluff, with his arms around your shoulders and your head in his chest, you laughed until the tears in your eyes made the night sky blurry.

That sound echoed for miles in the empty forest. It must have been eerie to anyone in earshot, to hear the low reverberations of manic laughter in the dark of night, in a place uninhabitable by man.

But here, in this circle, it was joy. In this private little clearing, with the stars in the sky and the fire burning, it was pure and simple. Whether you knew it or not, it was love. Link to next part!

[rosielovesf1]

lucky 🍀 | AA23

alex debuts an... interesting... new hair for race weekend, and y/n is to blame after a little too much to drink

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none!

author's note: MY WRITER'S BLOCK IS CURED WOOHOO SO NOW TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT!!!! this season seems to be the anything can happen type, so i am crossing my fingers and toes to see alex on the podium at some point. anyway, this was literally so fun to write i hope you enjoy :))

“alright kids, you’re home.” george russell did not imagine this would be his friday night when he had left his home a long six hours earlier. if he’d known that he would be assigned the role of babysitter for his former teammate and his girlfriend, he maybe would’ve stayed home. or at least worn shoes that he liked a little less, as his favorite trainers were currently sporting a new, puce green stain. 

“thank youuuu, george,” y/n slurred, her eyes hazy and unfocused. her boyfriend didn’t look any better, practically putting all of his weight on poor y/n. she didn’t seem to mind though, one hand braced against the couch for balance, one hand wrapped around his waist to keep him upright. 

if only the world could see the wholesome “parents of the paddock” now, george thought. satisfied they were safe and taken care of, he shut the front door quietly behind him, grinning as he made his way to carmen who sat in the passenger seat of his car. now that y/n and alex were home, they’d likely sleep it off and stay out of trouble. right?

well… not quite. 

as george pulled out of the driveway, inside, alex and y/n had managed to remember that couches could be sat on, not just leaned up against. they collapsed onto the soft cushions, alex sighing contently as he pulled y/n to sit between his legs. she cuddled into his chest, craving warmth after what had been a very cold night out in a very tiny dress. 

just as y/n was starting to fall asleep, alex started to shift underneath her. she groaned and just wrapped her arms around him tighter. 

“love, i’m so thirsty.” 

y/n shook her head, trying to get back to the drowsy state she’d just left. “too comfy.” 

he poked her arm in response, and she ignored it best she could until it was unbearable. 

“stop it!”

“i need water,” he moaned dramatically, starting to unwrap his arms from around her.

“i’m thirsty too, but i’m being nice and not moving.” 

“you’re not being nice, you’re being lazyyy.” he drew out the last letter, and she turned her head only to stick out her tongue at him. 

“fine. i’ll take you with me.” y/n didn’t mind what he did, as long as she didn’t have to walk or do anything other than shut her eyes tight against the blurriness that came with a few (okay, a lot) too many shots of vodka. alex pushed himself off the couch, and y/n wrapped her limbs around him tightly until he safely deposited her to sit on the kitchen counter. 

there was the sound of the cabinet door opening and closing, and the gurgle of the tap broke through the otherwise silent apartment. 

“i can hear you gulping.” y/n said, eyes still squeezed shut. “share please.” 

the three glasses of water each they downed helped somewhat- y/n’s stomach had settled and her head was spinning less, but now she just had the lack of inhibition and craving for spontaneity that alcohol fostered. 

from her perch on the counter, she could sit with her legs wrapped around alex’s torso, his head relaxing back into her chest as he stood with his back to her. she ran her fingers gently through his hair, smiling as an idea formed. 

“when’s the last time you dyed your hair, love?”

“mmm. it’s been a while. last year, maybe?”

y/n felt a rush of excitement, but tread carefully to avoid spooking her poor unsuspecting boyfriend. 

“what if you let me dye it?” 

his posture became a little less relaxed, a little more alert. uh oh. say yes. she chanted silently in her head. say yes, say yes, say yes. 

“have you ever dyed hair before?” not a full yes, but this was good. it wasn’t a no. there was still a possibility. 

“i did rina’s hair just last month.” sure, your sister changed her hair so often that she had simply laughed at your botched dye job, rocking the streaky blue until she was able to get into a proper salon the next week. but experience was experience. he hadn’t asked about the outcome. 

“okay.”

“okay?” you squealed and planted a kiss on his cheek, wrapping your arms underneath his chin and resting your head on top of his. he just laughed, relaxing even more into your embrace if that was even possible. 

“alright, come on, i think i have dye under the sink.” 

“wait, now? i was thinking next week after the race, love.” but you didn’t want to wait that long, you wanted to do something fun now, while the world looked a little brighter than usual and you could practically feel the blood pumping through your veins. you decided to test your luck and hopped down from the counter, pulling him along towards the small hall bathroom, grinning when he just followed along. 

alex sat down on the toilet lid while you rummaged through the messy sink cabinet, finally finding what you’d desperately hoped was still there in the back corner- bleach, and the remnants of a dye kit you’d bought when your sister had encouraged you to try red hair (spoiler alert, it was a very bad idea). there definitely wouldn’t be enough red dye to do alex’s entire head though, and you frowned as you tried to work out a solution. 

suddenly, the perfect idea struck. after mixing the dyes, you happily got to work. alex was content to just relax into the pressure of your fingers in his hair, and before you knew it, your masterpiece was complete. after a quick rinse, and a change into comfier, cleaner clothes for both of you, you fell into bed. there was only time for a quick goodnight kiss, and by the time your head hit the pillow, you had practically already fallen into a deep sleep. 

which is why, when you woke up the next morning, cursing the bright sunlight of the gorgeous fall morning, the previous night wasn’t totally clear at first. you cringed at the memory of puking into the dirty club bathroom, but there was nothing hideously embarrassing up until george bringing you and alex home. however, at the thought of what your drunken brain had thought was a good idea once the two of you were left to your own devices, you shot up in bed, staring in horror at the sleeping boy next to you. 

alex’s hair. dear god. you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips, and then cursed yourself as all the movement and noise had alex stirring in bed. he smiled up at you with sleepy eyes, getting halfway through “good morning” before clocking your expression. 

“what?” he sat up in bed, sheets sliding down as his worry increased. “y/n, what’s wrong?” 

“alex, love, i’m so sorry.” it was all you could do but apologize, and alex looked confused until he spotted himself in the mirror hanging to the right of your bed. 

his jaw dropped as he turned his head left and right. you just winced, apologizing over and over. but you stopped mid sentence when his look of shock turned into a grin, and then a full blown, stomach-hurting laugh. he dropped his head into his hands, shoulders shaking. 

you couldn’t help it- that type of laugh was infectious. 

“i’m so sorry, love,” you groaned between giggles, leaning into alex’s shoulder. “i don’t know what i was thinking.” 

it took him a couple seconds to get back the breath to reply, but when he did it was clear that there was nothing but amusement in the situation. 

“don’t be sorry, y/n,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and squeezed tight. “i’m surprised we didn’t do worse with how plastered we were last night.” 

“remind me that shots are very, very bad the next time we go out, please.” the dull throb in her temples was her body’s way of agreeing with that statement. in a serious tone, she looked up at him, determined to fix the situation. “i’ll find you an appointment at a salon before the race, i promise.” 

“are you kidding?” he turned to look at himself again in the mirror, running a hand over his hair. “i’m definitely going to get bullied by the grid, but this can only be good luck.” 

and despite your protests and offers to fix it, he remains resolute in having the absolutely horrid dye job for the entirety of the race weekend. and when he manages to achieve the practically impossible- a podium in a williams- after crediting the team’s immense efforts, it isn’t his stellar driving that he wants to discuss in post-race interviews. no, he attributes his success to his new hair, which he makes sure to emphasize was done by his lovely girlfriend. 

even though your drunken mistake is now a very popular topic of conversation in the f1 world, you can’t help but feel any emotion besides all-consuming pride.

@alex_albon: best weekend ever. biggest thanks to the team, and my new barber @ y/n-l/n for the lucky hair

@y/n-l/n: HE DID IT!!!!!!!! endlessly proud of you AA23 <3

[restlesswritings]

NCT REACTIONS

NCT 127 Reaction to you wanting to cuddle

A/N: Requests open; I removed Taeil from and will not be including him in my works. (For obvious reasons) Pairing: NCT 127 Members x Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive Masterlists: KPOP & JPOP

Taeyong

You slowly open the door to your boyfriend's room, peeking your head around the door hesitantly, spotting Taeyong with his headphones on, eyes glued to his computer screen. "Taeyongie.." You say as you make your way towards him, with no response you tap his shoulder, biting your bottom lip. Taeyong flinches and turns around with wide eyes, relieved to see it's you. "Baby.. what's wrong??" He asks, looking over your face with concern, only being met with your puppy eyes looking directly at him. "I want to cuddle but it's okay since you're work-" Your words cut off by him pulling you onto his lap as his long arms wrap around you, you let out a happy sigh. "Of course we can cuddle, I always have time for your cuddles baby." Taeyong says, big eyes looking into yours. "Thank you bubu." You say, snuggling closer to him. "Mmm, of course jagi, after I'm done I can give you some much needed attention.." Taeyong says with a smirk, placing a quick kiss on your neck causing your cheeks to flush. "Oh shush!" You say, hiding your face in his chest, earning a laugh from him.

Johnny

"Ugh! This took longer than you said it would!" You whine to your boyfriend, earning a snort from him. "Y/N... you were the one who wanted this swing..." Johnny counters, causing you to stick your tongue out at him, earning a loud laugh. "Come on, let's test it out then!" You exclaim, pushing your boyfriend down onto the seat, causing him to raise his eyebrows suggestively. "Oh? You want to test it out?" He asks in a low voice, causing your stomach to clench. "As tempting as that is.. I JUST want to cuddle with you." You tell him, earning a scoff. "Please?" You beg, Johnny laughs as he pulls you down with him. "Of course jagi." He tells you, wrapping strong arms around you, earning a content sigh from you. "Thank you for helping me and always being my cuddle buddy." You tell him, looking up and giving his chin a kiss. "Anything for you... but no more DIY projects please, putting this thing together drained all of my energy, I seriously don't think I can function now." He says dramatically, you laugh as you playfully smack his chest. "Okay drama queen!" You tell him, earning a loud laugh from your boyfriend.

Yuta

"Yutaaaa" You whine, flopping back onto your shared bed, an amused look crosses your boyfriend's features. "Yes Y/N?" Yuta asks, eyeing you with curiosity in his eyes, as he sits down next to you. "I know we were gonna go out and watch the new spider man movie but... I really just want to stay home and cuddle.." You say sheepishly, biting your bottom lip. Yuta lets out a loud laugh, looking down at you. "Jagi, we can do that, I didn't know you were missing my body that much!" He says teasingly, earning a playful smack from you. "Come on." He starts to say, kissing the top of your head. "You go get comfortable and turn on a movie and I'll order some takeout!" Yuta finishes, causing a big smile to form on your lips as you sit up, giving him a quick kiss. "Thank youuu!" You tell him, earning a toothy grin, before it is replaced by a smirk. "Y/N, don't tempt me to keep you in this room.." He tells you, making your eyes widen, before a smirk crosses your lips. "Only if you can catch me!" You say, sticking your tongue out at him as you run to the living room, Yuta lets out a loud laugh as he runs out of the room behind you.

Doyoung

"Why do you keep looking at me jagi?" Your boyfriend asks, a nervous giggle leaving his lips as he smiles over at you from the couch. "Nothing! You just look so cute and I want to cuddle with you but I know you wanted this time to relax." You tell him, your cheeks flushing slightly, causing you to hide your face behind a pillow. "Oh Y/N, why didn't you just say that??" Doyoung asks, pulling you over onto the couch he is on, instinctively wrapping his arms around your frame. "Besides, cuddling with you is the most relaxing activity ever! We can cuddle whenever you want." He tells you, earning a smile from you, a laugh leaves him as he runs a hand through your hair. "Thank you, but now you're trapped here forever!" You say with a laugh, wrapping your arms and legs around him, earning a loud laugh. "Jagi, there's honestly nowhere else I'd rather be." He says, giving you one of his perfect smiles. You can't help but melt on the inside as you melt into his touch, laying your head on his chest. "Me too." You say, with a content smile crossing your face as you listen to his heartbeat.

Jaehyun

The sound of thunder pulls you out of your unexpected nap, eyes taking a minute to focus on your surroundings. "Wha-" You whisper, getting off the couch, slowly tiptoeing down the hallway, as you carefully grab the bedroom doorknob, twisting it and peeking your head inside. "Jaehyun" You whisper to your boyfriend, as you spot his figure on the bed. "Baby" You whisper again, a little louder this time, climbing into the bed beside him, lightly tapping his shoulder. "Jaehy-" Your words cut off when your Jaehyun rolls over, a tired smile automatically making its way onto his face when he notices you. "Jagi, you finally decide to join me?" He asks with a yawn and laughs. "I want to cuddle baby." You whisper, giving Jaehyun puppy eyes, "Oh you know I can't resist that, come here" He says, opening the blanket up for you to slide under beside him. "Get some sleep baby." He says, wrapping his strong arms around your body as a content smile forms on your face.

Jungwoo

"Okay so you pull string number one through the second loop an-" Your words cut off by your boyfriend's loud whine, causing you to roll your eyes playfully, looking over at him. "What?" You ask, noticing his now empty hands, "And where is your string??" You add, shooting him a playful glare, he lets out a laugh. "Jagi you look cute like that aaand as much as I love you teaching me, I want to watch the new Meg movie with you!" Jungwoo whines, looking down at you with big puppy eyes, bottom lip between his teeth. "Okay, I guess but I want to cuddle if we're watching that!" You say sternly, causing his eyes to go wide as a huge smile forms on his face. "We are definitely going to cuddle!" Jungwoo exclaims, excited as can be as he rushes you over to the couch, pulling you down on top of him. "Y/N, honestly, I don't even need a movie, cuddles are fine." He says, holding you close, you let out a loud laugh. "You're so lucky you're cute" You say with a playful smile. "You turn on the movie and I'll grab some snacks. " You continue, earning a toothy grin from him as your movie night begins.

Mark

"The plane will begin takeoff, please fasten your safety belts." The overhead speaker rings out, causing you to shrink back into your seat, hand flying out to grab your boyfriend's as you let out a quiet whimper. "Jagi? What's wrong?" Mark asks, looking at you with a look of concern, fingers lightly rubbing your knuckles. "I-I just get really nervous on plane rides.. Can I cuddle with you?" You ask sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with him. Mark's eyes go wide and his face flushes red before he collects himself, gently tilting your chin up to look at him. "Of course we can cuddle baby... I'd honestly love that.. heh" He says, letting out a nervous laugh, pulling you into his arms. "I'll distract you Y/N, don't worry, just close your eyes and try to rest." He reassures, cuddling even closer to you, as you wrap your arm around his waist, letting out a relieved sigh. "Thank you baby, you get some rest too." You say, leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips.

Haechan

You maneuver your way through the crowd of acquaintances, looking for Haechan, you were ready to leave. Finally spotting him, you make your way over to your boyfriend, who was talking to Taeyong, the two laughing with each other, causing a small smile to form on your face. Clearing your throat, you lightly tug at his sleeve, trying to get his attention. "Baby.." You whisper to Haechan, his eyes turning to yours as he shoots you a smile . "What is it jagi?" He asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he continues his conversation. You get up on your tip toes, bringing your lips close to his ear. "Can we leave? I want to go home and cuddle.." You say softly, trying to avoid any attention from your friends as you shoot Taeyong a smile. A smirk forms on your boyfriend's lips before he looks down at you. "Awh, baby! Yes we can leave!" Haechan says excitedly, before quickly making his rounds, saying goodbye to his friends. "Let's go!" He says, pulling you out the door, causing you to laugh at his eagerness.

A/N: I wanna cuddle Taeyong 😭

[eternalxvenus]

hiiiii i love your work, the broken promises series was spectacular ❤️❤️ could you do a blurb about plus size reader sitting on soft!rafe’s face please 🥲

yes yes yes!! i love this & i hope i did it justice 🤭 thank you so much for the support it means a lot to me that you liked it sm 🫶🏽🫶🏽

You were laying in bed with your boyfriend Rafe, just relaxing and doing your own thing on your phone until he had caught your attention. He had told you he wanted to try something new.

“You want me to what?” you questioned to make sure you heard him right.

“Sit on my face. Please baby. I can’t get the idea of holding you down on my tongue while you use me outta my head.” He was serious. Completely and utterly serious. His hands had wandered down to your fleshy ass and started squeeze.

You looked at him with hesitation and disbelief. “I don’t think that’s good idea Rafe…” He scrunched his eyes in confusion. “Why not? You don’t wanna do it?”

“I would love to it’s just… I don’t think i’m light enough-”

Rafe cut you off by lightly squeezing your cheeks and placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Don’t say that. I’m a strong man, I can handle it. Same way I handle it when you riding me.” He moved himself so he was lying flat on the bed. “Come on. Take off your clothes and sit.”

Your nerves were all over the place while you stopped yourself bare for him. You got on top of him, hovering just above his abdomen. He gave your plush thighs an encouraging touch, urging you forward.

“Baby…” you glanced up to meet his eyes. “Go on, don’t make me wait, I needa taste you.”

One deep breath and mini internal pep talk later, your wet heat was hovering above Rafe’s mouth and your hands were gripping onto the headboard. “Are you su–oh–” He pulled you down by your thighs and got to fucking work.

He groaned as soon as his mouth was on your cunt. The vibrations caused you to jolt. “Mmm, taste so fucking good baby. So sweet.”

You could help the moans and whimpers that left your mouth when Rafe was so skilled with his mouth. He knew exactly what to do when it came to your body. “Ah– Rafe! K-Keep going…”

He got absolutely filthy with it. His tongue going back and forth between sucking your clit and fucking your leaking hole. His face was messy, wet from his spit and your arousal. He started to move your hips on his mouth signaling he wanted you to move. “Use me, baby.”

The room felt overwhelmingly warm as you rocked your hips against his mouth. His nose bumping against your clit oh so perfectly. One of your hands squeezed the headboard while the other moved down to grip his hair. You were getting close and he could tell.

“Rafe! I’m so close, please, wanna cum!” His hands moved up to grope your tits massaging them. You pressed yourself further into his face, chasing your orgasm as best as you could. He sucked your clit into his mouth once more and that pushed you over the edge. You couldn’t stop your thighs from trying to close as your body shook and trembled above him.

“Holy fuuuuck– ohmygod!” Rafe kept moving your hips to help ride out your orgasm. When it finally became too much, you moved down from Rafe’s face collapsing onto his chest.

His hand came up to rub your back soothingly as you caught your breath. Looking up you saw him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at you with a content smile on his face. “We’re definitely gonna do that again.” You giggled, looking down and seeing the tent in his sweats. “But first…” you whispered as his breath hitched when you lightly grazed over his bulge, “I wanna return the favor.”

likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

also i feel like I suck at endings so sorry if it’s bad 🫣

[nctstar]

Hello!

I saw that your requests are opened so can you write something cute with a smut about period sex with Doyoung or Jaehyun?

Your writing is really good, congrats!!

hello! this is so late and you probably forgot about this already lmao but here it is! hope you like it <3 and thanks so much! appreciate the support.

slip

“You’re so cute. A real man isn’t afraid of a bit of blood, baby.”

“Still, maybe we should-“

“Already thought of that, beautiful.” He stroked your hair before reaching somewhere behind you to show you a towel. “Lay it out in front of you, pretty. Can you do that?”

pairing: doyoung x fem!reader

other members: nil

word count: 2.7k

genre: smuuutttt with a touch of fluff throughout

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! everything is consensual and implied that reader x doyoung has discussed boundaries and safewords prior to the scene taking place + discussion takes place throughout, talking about periods and cramps throughout (reader has painful cramps and these are described), period sex, hard & soft dom doyoung, use of restraints, oral (male receiving), crying during and after sex, sex pausing because of pain, reader is manhandled + held down, sir kink, degradation (use of slut, whore, brat), spanking, pussy slapping, begging, sexual punishment, reader slowly slips into subspace towards the end, intense orgasms, penetrative sex (unprotected - please be safe irl guys), use of good girl, fingering + clitoral stimulation, squirting, profanity (f word, s word once)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.

a/n: happy new year guys <3 YES IK I said I would finish the old requests by the end of the year but...it got crazier than I expected so...anyways here I am. new year same old me (but worse it seems). I thought the markhyuckno and dojaejung fic was the most graphic nasty thing I could write but...here we are :D

Your dutiful stares were enough to send him over the edge. Thick, glassy eyes rimmed with black and adorned by lashes as sensitive as butterfly wings, fluttering as you whimpered. “P-please.”

Doyoung stood so tall in front of you, you could barely make out the outlines of his face, ones you knew so well. His slacks smelled of laundry detergent, and you gulped as he used one hand to press your head to the front of his thigh, another unbuckling his belt. The scent elevated your senses, thighs squeezing around nothing in anticipation. Your arms and legs tied tightly behind you with silky black ribbons, just the way he liked it, you were forced to balance on your knees, your body seesawing as he prepared himself. A cramp hit you then, and you shut your eyes, breathing through your mouth, letting it pass.

“Keep your eyes open.” He sounded emotionless, careless, like he wasn’t even looking in your direction, but you nodded anyway, looking up at his face. Bits of light in the room was now illuminating parts of his chin, the sharp lines of his jaw and nose. The hand behind your head contracted, fingers digging into your scalp roughly. You gasped, parts of your scalp now throbbing as he pushed your open mouth onto him.

“Nghhh…” you gargled noisily, your eyes silently pleading at him to go easy on you. But he persisted, even as your hands curled into fists, fighting against the restraints as he used your mouth as he pleased. Tears and drool ran down your face and onto the grooves of your collarbone, and that was when the next cramp hit.

The pain was sudden and immobilising, like a lightning strike on the most sensitive parts of your body. Your whole body jerked, and Doyoung’s hand release from your scalp. You cried out, doubling over, and you felt soft skin all over your bare shoulders. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You began to cry softly, your stomach turning as embarrassment settled into your body. “Mmm, sorry, s-sir.”

“Shh, we’re not doing the scene right now, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m sorry…” You rubbed your face on his shoulder, feeling his fingers quickly work to release you from your restraints. Once you did, your hands wrapped around his body instinctively, knees separated so you could sit on his lap. He patted your hair and upper back gently as you cried in his lap, the remnants of the cramp ebbing away inside your stomach. Once your breath slowed, Doyoung pulled your face away from him, but you still couldn’t look him in the eye. His thumb was gently circling the bare skin above the edges of your underwear. “Hey. This is for both of us to enjoy, right? If you’re in pain, we’re not doing it. And I’m not having fun either if you’re not, okay? Baby?” He kissed the top of your shoulder affectionately, and you felt your insides warm instantly, as if he had doused you in warm water. “Let’s get you relaxed and comfortable now, okay? What would you-“

“Doie, it’s fine. We can continue.”

“No, honey. It’s enough for today. There’s clearly something on your mind.” Your head snapped up to look at him, but there was no hint of frustration or anger lining his face. “It’s okay.” He rubbed up your arms, making you sigh inaudibly. “You don’t need to tell me right now, okay?”

“No, I…” You stopped, looking up and sighing, loudly this time. “I’ll tell you. I don’t know, I was just…embarrassed, I guess? But it’s not really a big deal, it’s just, well…something we haven’t really, um…” You were fumbling, playing with the bow on your bra as the anxiety rose up your body, threatening to silence you once again.

Doyoung’s plush lips pressed against yours, a clean, musky scent overtaking your senses. He squeezed your waist supportively as he pulled away.

You lashes fluttered as you spoke. “I’m on my period.”

Doyoung was silent for a second, maybe a second too long. Then, he sighed, resting back on his hands. “Oh, thank God.”

“What?”

“I thought you were gonna drop some huge bomb on me, like you had some weird fetish or something.”

“Doyoung!” You slapped his arm, making him laugh deeply. Your heart felt full as his face crinkled, your favourite feature on him being the way his entire face brightens when he smiles or laughs. You kissed his nose. “Thanks for not being weird about this.”

“Come on. Who would be weird about this? It’s such a normal thing.” Then, his face slowly dropped, darkened, and the worry started to creep again, tingling up the back of your neck. “Does it hurt? Is that why- oh.” He looked away, his hand slipping from your waist. “God, I’m such a jerk.”

“Wha- Doyoung, no. It’s not your fault, we agreed beforehand and, well, I thought the cramps would go away eventually! I mean, they usually do when I-“ You stopped, but Doyoung stared at you, willing you to continue. “What? What makes them stop?”

A blush crept up your cheeks, the exhilaration overtaking you as if you were 13 years old preparing to make your first sex joke rather than a grown woman who had just sucked her boyfriend’s cock for two minutes. “Um, well, you know. You know what they say about orgasms and cramps, right?”

Doyoung raised an eyebrow at you, before the realisation washed over his face. “Oh.”

You laughed awkwardly. “See, it’s so embarrassing, even if it’s not, technically. God, this is so weird. Let’s just finish here for today.” As you went to get off his lap, his hands pressed your hips down again, bare thighs slipping against his unbuttoned slacks. “I have a better idea.”

You looked into your eyes as your panty-clad core rubbed against the bulge of his cock in his boxers, making you shiver. “But if we do this…”

“Doie, are you sure?”

“Are you?” You nodded, almost too enthusiastically, which made him chuckle darkly. It was true that you were horny as fuck, despite the earth-shattering electric-shock level pain that was ravishing your body every now and then.

He grazed his lips on the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on your neck. “Good girl.” He gripped your ass with both hands, making you moan almost instantaneously. “We’ll play by the same rules we decided before then, okay? Promise me you’ll use your safeword, and tell me if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” You muttered a mh-hm, starting to get impatient and grind against him, but he stopped your movements in place. “Words, sweetie. This is important.”

“Y-yeah, Doie. Fuck, I w-want it – I need it, please, sir…” You bit your lip, grabbing his hands to push them away from your hips and let you grind against him. Doyoung let go, but he hooked his arm around your lower back, other hand spanking your clothed ass harder now. “Oh my God!” The sting took you by surprise, and as he stood up, his shoulder pressed against your stomach, giving you some relief from the dull ache that came every time you were on your period. “S-sir, where are we-“

The wind whooshed out of your lungs as he threw you onto your bed, the covers warm against your skin. As you caught your breath, Doyoung slammed himself over you, throwing both of your arms above your head recklessly. “So disrespectful, speaking out of turn like that.” You bit your lip in response.

As he rose above you, you yelped as you felt your world spin again. Lying on your front now, you tried to move onto all fours, but a hard whack to your backside stopped you in your place. You yelped, feeling him push you down onto the bed and spank you three times in a row. The third hit make you cry out. “S-sorry, sir!”

Leaning over you, trapping you in between his knees, you felt a sharp tug at your hair. Your neck bent backwards awkwardly as he pulled your face off the bed. “A-ah!”

“Naughty girl, hmm? And what happens to brats like you, baby? I want to hear you beg for it.” The way the word beg fell off his lips, like poison from a vial, made your legs shake in anticipation. The burn in your scalp was overwhelming, and you managed to make out, with shaky breaths, “Please, sir, please punish m-me.”

You yelped as he grabbed at the plush of your ass, fighting every urge to move. “Please, please, I need it, I need this.” He pulled the waistband of your black panties down to your upper thighs with one hand, landing hits as he let his other hand keep your face buried in the sheets. “Stupid whore. Grinding on me like my cock is all you can think about. Is that right, baby? Is my cock all that you’re good for, slut?” His words made you melt like butter, your heart racing as the arousal that was now collecting threatened to send you over the edge too early. “Ah- fuck! H-hurts…” Your voice croaked. Doyoung paused, but his hand still pressed you to the bed. Realising he was probably waiting for a verbal all-clear, you wriggled your ass teasingly. “Sir, please, I deserve it. I’m your brat, please, please punish-“

The next few hits took your breath away, and you wondered how all of this strength was coming from one arm. Your eyes watered as he travelled down your thighs before coming back to the curves of your bare ass, now probably red on impact. Your body began to fight the pain, your hands gripping the sheets to keep yourself anchored to the bed. “Fuck, y-yes sir, I’m all yours, please, please, take me.” You babbled nonsensically as you felt yourself relinquish control, wetness now dribbling down your inner thighs.

When he stopped, you felt yourself breathe out, and in one go, Doyoung lifted you backwards so your back was pressed against his. The first thing you noticed was the pad that lined your underwear, now on full display. “Oh shit.” You scrambled to untangle your legs to throw it away, out of sight, making Doyoung laugh. “You’re so cute. A real man isn’t afraid of a bit of blood, baby.”

“Still, maybe we should-“

“Already thought of that, beautiful.” He stroked your hair before reaching somewhere behind you to show you a towel. “Lay it out in front of you, pretty. Can you do that?”

He was slipping in and out of the scene with so much ease. Tears sprung to your eyes for the third time that day as you unfolded the towel, leaning over to open it onto the bedsheets. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” He didn’t hesitate as he laid you down on your front, aligning you with the towel properly. “You ready, my love?”

Nodding furiously, you felt him push you down on your upper shoulders with a tantalising amount of strength. “Stupid brat is always ready for cock, right?” You moaned, loudly, making him groan and slap your soaked core. “Ah! Fuck, s-sir.” You felt his engorged bulb run through your folds, so slowly, teasing you with an agonisingly slow pace. “You need this to put you in your place, right?” Another slap, this time hitting your clit and making you cry out. “And where is your place, baby?”

As he landed another slap, you cried out. “U-under you, sir! I belong under you, stuffed with your coc-“ He thrusted inside without warning, making you arch your back almost involuntarily. Your brain catching up with the sensations now running rampant through your body, you began to cry, the tears flooding your vision as your body shook with the strength of his hips.

He mocked. “Cock so good you’re crying, is that it?” Doyoung slowed, signalling to you that he needed some sort of verbal encouragement to keep going when you were crying. He was always like this, no matter how many times you assured him you would use your safeword if it was too much. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool slipping out of your open mouth. “Fuck, please, wan’ cum, please.” You managed to make out these words as you climaxed, white hot pleasure running through your lower body.

Even as the overstimulation sunk into your body, you gripped onto the sheets, throwing yourself back onto him, not wanting him to stop. “Please! Please fill me up, make me, ah…” His sped-up thrusts and quietened demeanour could only mean one thing. As you felt his hot cum inside you, he muttered deeply, throaty moans and gasps escaping him. “Good fucking girl. That’s it, gonna stuff you full of me, isn’t that right?” You nodded dumbly, the pleasure overtaking all of your senses. You snuck one hand down your body, toying with your clit, as if your body had a mind of its own.

Doyoung slapped the hand away, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them to your back with one hand. “Filthy girl.” You whined, but a screamed ripped itself out of your throat as Doyoung pushed two fingers inside you, thumb pressing directly on your clit. “Fuck, wait, ah, too much…” You tried to wriggle away, and he pulled out momentarily to slap you hard on your ass, the sting on your already sore skin making you jerk off the bed. He released you from his grip. “Get up. Now.”

You were shaking, half confusion and arousal clouding your vision as you high-kneeled on the bed. “Legs out and hands behind your back.” You complied, aware now that your core was exposed. One of his arms snaked around your shoulders, fingers dangerously close to your boobs. “So you can be a good girl.”

“Mmm, only for you.” You kissed the skin of his arm, the one in front of you, and gasped when he pressed his bare body close to you. “Not getting my cock again, slut. But you can come. Only when I say so. Understand?” His free hand gripped your chin, strong enough to leave bruises. “Y-yes, yes, sir!”

“Oh, and, these,” he slapped the thin skin of your inner thighs, left, then right, “aren’t moving.” You nodded relentlessly, the waiting driving you mad now. When he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep inside you, slow but firm, you gasped, engulfing the air as if it would help you ground yourself. “Fuck, I’m all yours, p-please!” His pace quickened, and it took everything in you to keep your thighs where they were. They shook almost painfully, and Doyoung stopped, pausing to spread your own fluids over your inner thighs. “I’m so close,” you cried softly, and Doyoung shushed you, pressing kisses on your shoulder. “Good girl, you kept still for me. You think you can soak the towel under us, baby? Hmm?” Your thighs pushed together at his words, but you snapped them apart again, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “Sorry, sir! I’m sorry!” You felt yourself slipping slowly into subspace, kept afloat only by the arm that was wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Doyoung cooed. “Obedient slut, aren’t you? It’s okay. We’ll keep going. You can come now.” You thanked him profusely as he rubbed firm circles on your clit. You gasped for air, random words flying out of your mouth without restraint. “Sir, feels so good, I- oh, I think I’m gon-, nggh, fuck, sir, it’s so much, please, please…” You came hard, seeing stars as you felt yourself let go completely. The feeling of the wet towel and your legs seemed to slowly bring you back to reality as you looked down, mortified. “Wait, did I…” your chest rose and fell. “Did I pee or something?”

Doyoung laughed delicately in your ear. “No, darling, you just squirted.” Your eyes widened as he pulled you closer. “You’re so pretty when you let go. We should do this more often.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Wow, I…didn’t think that was possible.”

“It’s gonna be hard to stay humble if you keep saying stuff like this, baby.” You laughed, anxieties lifting off your shoulders for a moment. You turned your head, moving your hair out of your face to kiss him deeply.

When you pulled away, he pecked you again on the forehead, cuddling you against his body. “So…you hungry?”

[beautification-tales]

The Lesson

A prequel to “The Video”

April sat cross-legged on her bed, the flickering light from her computer casting eerie shadows across the walls. The serum she had perfected was in a small vial on her desk, its contents swirling lazily as if it were alive. Her heart raced with excitement and anticipation, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out to touch the vial. This was it, the moment she had been working towards for months. The moment she would finally find out if her serum worked as she hoped it would.

She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves before unscrewing the cap of the vial. The sharp smell of chemicals filled her nose, making her eyes water slightly. Carefully, she drew a small amount of the serum into the syringe and brought the needle close to her skin. “Here we go” she whispered to herself, summoning all the courage she could muster. She plunged the needle into her arm, feeling the cool liquid seep into her veins.

For a moment, nothing happened. April sat there, breath held, waiting for something, anything to change. But the seconds ticked by, and her heart continued to beat at its steady rhythm. She glanced down at her arm, expecting to see some sort of transformation, but it looked exactly the same as before. She ran to the bathroom as she looked in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, unchanged. Her heart sank as she realized that the serum hadn't worked. She had failed.

“Argh you’re such a loser April. You never get anything right.” Her inner critic was relentless, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of despair. But as she stood there, staring at herself in the mirror, she noticed something strange. The color of her eyes seemed different. Not lighter or darker, but...richer. Like they had always held that depth but had been obscured before. She stepped closer, studying her reflection intently.

“Yes! It’s working! I’m a genius. Dr. Brown is going to be so impressed.” April’s brown hair turned platinum as she imagined telling her favorite Professor of her success. He would smile and kiss her before pushing her against a wall and fuck her.

April frowned at the idea and shook her head trying to remove the image from her mind. The more she tried to think of something else the more vivid the images became. April’s body responded to the thoughts as she bit her lip. “W..wait no this is wrong. Ungh get out of my head!”

The images stopped for a moment as a voice whispered in her head. “But it’s what you want and now you can have it.” April could feel herself get wet as her nipples hardened poking through her shirt. “No, stop it. I just wanted his respect… and his cock.” April covered her mouth in shock at how sultry the last statement sounded. It was not her voice. The voice in her head grew louder. “Stop fighting this there’s nothing holding you back. You don’t have to be that pathetic nerd. You can be more! You can feel more” April’s hand moved like it had a life of its own rubbing her jeans as her hips gyrated.

“Mmm what am I? What am I doing? Feels so good” April’s eyes fluttered as she lost control feeling woozy. April’s vision corrected as she no longer needed her glasses as her vision became blurry behind the thick lenses. April in a trance opened her jeans as she plunged her fingers deeply inside her. She felt hot as she gasped and heard the voice again. “Dr. Brown is going to love the new you. He won’t be able to resist.” April’s fingers picked up speed as her flat butt ballooned in her jeans. Her flesh dug into the denim as her thighs got thicker and her hips widened.

April’s moans became throaty and sexier as her face shifted. Cheekbones rose, her nose softened, and her lips plumped. April arched her back as the changes began to reach their end. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” April’s breast grew bigger as they began to make her t shirt rip down the middle. The sound of ripping and moans echoed in her apartment as her niples hardened into two perfect pebbles. “I’m gonna Hhhhahh!” She grunted as the orgasm rocked throughout her body. She felt energized as she got up and looked at herself in the mirror. “I’m gonna fuck my professor mmmm fuck! It feels so good to say it out loud.”

April walked over to her desk and grabbed the note she had written to Dr. Brown. She crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash can. She smiled seductively as she put on her new outfit. A black bra and panties set that perfectly accentuated her new curves. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the smooth skin and the weight of her breasts in her hands. She finished getting dressed in the least modest outfit she owned.

With a confident swagger, April left her apartment and made her way to the university. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power and desire coursing through her veins. Every step she took was a reminder of the changes she had undergone. Her hips swayed subtly, her breasts bounced with each step, and her new scent filled the air around her.

When she arrived at Dr. Brown's office, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but also incredibly aroused. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, her heart racing in anticipation. The door opened, revealing Dr. Brown's familiar face, but she barely registered it as her gaze was drawn to his own obvious arousal. Dustin had seen beautiful students before but the way the pencil skirt and blouse hugged her skin. It was almost as the clothes were too small but still looked so good.

“Ahem yes! May I help you… Miss?” Dustin Brown said, his voice slightly shaky. He cleared his throat and tried to maintain his composure as he took in the sight of the stunning woman standing before him. Her eyes were locked on him, her expression a mix of confidence and desire that was both unsettling and intoxicating.

April smiled seductively, walking into the office. She closed the door behind her, effectively shutting out the rest of the world. "Dr. Brown, I wanted to speak with you about my latest paper." Her voice was soft and sultry, barely above a whisper. It sent shivers down his spine. "But I think there's something else we should discuss first." She stepped closer, her hips swaying as she moved.

Dustin Brown felt himself growing harder as she approached. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "Miss... I'm sorry, but I don’t recall seeing you in any of my classes." He tried to sound firm, but his voice betrayed him. It came out as a whisper, barely audible.

April laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, I'm not one of your students, Dr. Brown. I'm Pepper. I am a biologist with my research focusing on one thing." She moved even closer, until she was just inches away from him. Dustin could feel the heat emanating from her body, could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. His control was slipping fast.

"What... what is your focus ?" He managed to stammer. His heart was racing, his mind reeling from the sensual onslaught. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Pepper smiled, running her hands up his chest, stopping just above his shoulders. "My focus, Dr. Brown, is on transformation. On changing. On becoming something new and exciting." Her fingers danced along his shoulders, sending shivers down his spine. "And I've been wanting to change you for quite some time now." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want to make you into something that's been aching to get out of you."

Dustin's breath hitched as he felt her body against his, her breasts pressing into his chest. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her even closer. "What do you mean?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

She smiled, her lips curving into a wicked grin. "Oh, Dr. Brown, you know exactly what I mean." She stepped back placing a hand on his crotch. "I've been watching you, you know. Seeing the way you look at your students, the way you fantasize about them." Her hand moved, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing the defined muscles of his chest. "I want to give you what you've been wanting.. it’s time for you to be bad.”

As she spoke, her fingers moved with a practiced ease, undoing his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. His skin gleamed in the soft light of the office, and she felt her mouth water. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she reached around, unfastening his slacks. "You're such a good boy, Dr. Brown. But I'm going to make you naughty." Her breath fanned across his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

With practiced efficiency, she stripped him bare, revealing his hardened length. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently, feeling the heat and strength of him in her palm. "You've been holding yourself back… it’s time to let it all go." Her words sent a thrill of excitement through him.

Dustin felt himself growing even harder as she continued to stroke him, her touch both gentle and possessive. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin, his breath coming faster and faster. "P-Pepper," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark and smoldering. "That's right, Dustin. I’m your dreams come true. A bad girl who just wants your cock." She leaned forward, taking his aching length into her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and she began to bob her head, sucking him deeper. He cried out, his hips bucking forward as he lost control.

Her head went up and down vigorously as she sucked. Her tongue and lips wrapped around his member expertly as Dustin’s head tilted back. His hands found their way into her hair, gripping tightly. He could feel the heat from her mouth and the softness of her lips as they slid up and down his length. He arched his back, pressing deeper into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was close.

"That's it, Dustin. Let go. Let me take you there." She whispered, her breath hot against his skin. He could feel his control slipping further and further away as she continued to suck him, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony. His hips bucked wildly, his body tensed, and he cried out her name as he came, spurting hot cum into her mouth.

She took him all the way, swallowing every last drop, before pulling back to look up at him. His chest heaved, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to catch his breath. "That's it, Dustin. You're such a good teacher, but I'm going to help you be bad. Really bad." She smiled, running her fingers along his still-hard length. "I think you're going to like it."