#/ so what happens if we strip away that good part c:

[sacharinee]

thinking ab peter having a bad tiring day and reader giving him face massages and body massages after they take a bath ‼️

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 780

a/n: hi anon!! i loved writing for this request sm so thank u for sending it <3 i did, however, completely forget to write abt the part about them taking the bath together. im so sorry 😭 but i hope u still enjoy :(( about one spider-man kiss and a ton of domestic!peter

peter knows exactly what he needs right now after a long day. 

there’s only one thing in the world that could make up for having a shitty day and that’s you. 

but unfortunately for peter, when he patters into your shared apartment, you’re nowhere to be found.

“babe?” he calls out. 

he strips himself of his shoes and walks down the short hall to your bedroom, only to find the closet open and your work clothes missing. peter skrinks at your absence and pouts, “great.”

he ponders about taking a nap, but it’s a quarter to nine and he’d rather be awake when you arrive home. 

when his stomach growls, he realizes he’s gone almost an entire day without a proper meal, save for the granola bar you shoved in his hand before he kissed you goodbye. 

as he enters the kitchen, he finds a note left on the counter, scribbled in your handwriting,

“emergency shift at the hospital, back by 9 tonite. food in the fridge, love you!”

peter frowns at your note, sticks it onto the fridge, and pulls out the meal you prepared for him.

he heats up the food and chews the stale chicken slowly. he really misses you. even with your bland food and lack of seasoning, he still enjoys anything from you. you try your best for him. 

when he’s finished cleaning his dishes, peter debates on showering. he wants to wait for you, to take a nice hot shower with you, and clean each other’s stress away. but he’s really stinky from work, and he’d rather just go to bed with you. so he undresses and takes a long shower alone.

—

peter’s prayers are answered when he reenters the shared bedroom dressed in pajamas. 

“hi baby,” you chirp. you take off your glasses and set the book you were reading aside. 

peter’s heart swells at the sight. you’re laying on your side of the bed, hair in a bun, away from your face. you’re dressed in your boyfriend’s plaid boxers and a geeky t-shirt you stole from his dresser.

the tv is playing some rerun of your favorite tv show as he crawls himself across the bed and plops himself in between your open legs. 

peter nests his heavy head upon your pelvis and lets out a deep sigh. your palms run down his clad back, kneading the tense muscles.

“did you eat yet?” he tries to nod his head, “yea, chicken was good, super tasty, thanks, y/n/n” he replies.

he may or not be telling you the whole truth. you’re cooking wasn’t amazing, but he would never tell you that. 

peter flips himself over, staring at you adoringly upside down. your soft hands trace his buff arms, comfort spreading throughout his skin from your touch, “what happened today, petey?”

he exhales, furrowing his brows, and squeezes his eyes shut. he juts his bottom lip out while you weave your fingers and pull through his damps locks. 

“everything went wrong today. everything,” he takes a deep breath, “i was late for biochem, had a pop quiz for psych. not that it was hard but still. i forgot i had tutoring today too, so i'm out fifteen bucks. and we were understaffed for work, so that was a bust. so many mean customers in queens,” he takes a look at you, “we should move somewhere else.”

you snicker at his comment and slide your fingers over his funky left eyebrow, smoothing out the knit and massaging his temples, “yea, like where?” 

you love all versions of peter, but you think this is your favorite. relaxed at your touch, devoting himself wholeheartedly to you. he’s embraced and fully engulfed by you, like putty in your hands. 

“like,” your boyfriend seems distracted, voice deep, staring at you with nothing but affection, “sunnyside? maybe?” peter licks his lips and clears his throat, “just somewhere safer, nicer. for you.”

you’re beaming down at his face; your warm hands cup his cheeks while you land a long and overdue tender kiss upside down. you feel peter smile into the kiss, exhaling through his nose in contentment. 

you keep your hands on his face and gently caress the soft skin as you pull away.

“that sounds nice,” your heart squeezes at the thought as he continues, “we could settle down there, have a family, you know? white picket fence and all. ‘m picturing you in your hot scrubs, bringin’ home the bacon. and i’ll be at home, taking care of the kids.” 

you’re giggling at the scene as you chime in, “and we could have family dinners every saturday night, or- ooh! i could take yoga classes sunday mornings and-”

peter snickers at you, “what you need are some cooking classes.”

gasping, you flick his forehead, “you said you loved my cooking!”

[readerstories]

In Rain and Mud - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 2/4

Saw the movie in theaters finally, brainworm ofc came in strong. (Part 1) (Part 3) (AO3)

Warnings/tags: male reader, canon-typical violence, blood, gore, eventual smut

Wordcount: 2023

Summary: Your cabin lays far away from anything and everything. And with the rainstorm currently battering the woods this night you don’t expect to see or hear another human being until you leave for town. So when there’s banging on your door, you switch your book with your shotgun from its place on a sidetable, loading it as you approach your door.

You are not sure what woke you up, a sound, a smell, or something stupid like a weird dream, but you are wide awake you don’t even know how many hours after you fell asleep. It’s been long enough though that there is some semblance of light bleeing through the clouds not currently filled with rain, and the wind has slowed down, though far from died.

Then you hear it.

A branch snapping.

It’s not an animal.

They stay clear of your cabin.

The mix of human and wolf smell keeps them away.

So whatever or whoever it is, it’s not good news.

You get out of bed, padding on silent feet as you step out into your living room, as it sounded like the noise had come from the front of your cabin.

You feel the hair on your neck thicken, transforming into grey and brown fur, then raising as a low growl threatens to escape your mouth.

It does come out when there’s movement to your left, but it’s only Logan sitting up from the couch, blanket slipping down from his torso to pool in his lap, your eyes following the motion, as quick as it is. You had completely forgotten that there was two other people in the cabin.

“What-“ He starts, but stops when you put a finger to your lips and tilt your head to listen more closely to what’s happening outside.

He frowns, but mirrors you, listening.

Multiple sets of footsteps, cocking of guns, hard to decipher how many.

“Grab Wade and go out the front as distraction, I’ll go out back and don’t do anything until I show myself.” You keep your voice low, a whisper to make sure those outside can’t hear you, but you know Logan can with the way he focuses on you. His voice is just as low when he answers.

“Why the fuck would we-“

“Just shut the fuck up, grab him, and get him talking, I imagine that won’t be difficult.” Logan squints at you and scowls, but gets up to walk on surprisingly quiet feet to your guest room where Wade is snoring.

You set your sights on the back door, stripping out of your clothes as you go, not wanting them to get ripped and ruined as you transform. You slip out into the cold and just windy morning, praising yourself for oiling that old squeaky door last time you were here. 

Shivers shake your body in a mix of excitement and bite from the cold, but they mostly stop as the hair all over your body starts to transform into fur. You stand still to listen more, trying to figure out how many people are around, but it’s difficult with how the wind howls and whisks away any smells other than those of the woods.

You hear Wade and Logan inside, Wade getting up with minimal complaining and no jokes.

Doesn’t last long though, as he opens the front door and steps out.

“Oh look peanut, we got company! And here I thought we were going to have this romantic getaway for ourselves.” After that you don’t pay attention to his words or anyone else’s, your slowly shifting form taking precedence. 

You fall forward on all fours, legs and arms growing longer, twisting and transforming, making you grow taller and larger with every passing second. A deep growl grows in your throat as your snout appears, but you hold it back to not alert anybody of your presence.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you inch forward so you can peer towards the front of the cabin, looking through the small gaps of the shed attached to one wall that stores your firewood.

You can see at least 20 people, all dressed in tactical gear, guns trained towards the front of your cabin where Deadpool is still blabbering, somehow not yet stopped. A guy in the front yells something back, perhaps a boss or leader of some sort. 

Not that you care. 

Your eyes are on someone else. 

A single person standing on the edge of the group, gun aimed like everyone else, just far enough away from another person they will be easy picking.

Weak link.

Without much more thought, you crouch down slighly, finding steady footing on the wet ground, and push off. You run around the corner with a snarl, catching everyones attention, though too late for anyone to react before you have the lone persons torso in your teeth, their gun landing in a mud puddle with a splash.

They scream and wriggle in your mouth, you bite down hard, hearing bones breaking and crunching.

There’s silence, a stunned one, before it’s broken by a laughing and clapping Wade.

“Oh my fucking god, that’s a big secret sweetcheeks!” You look at him and growl, blood dripping out from between your teeth and the by now barely moving body inbetween them. All he does in response is gasp and clap some more, joy somehow shining through his mask. Logan is standing next to him still, scowling, fists clenched, metal knives(?) shining from between them, his eyes flicking between the two of you.

Wade opens his mouth, but whatever stupid thing he was about to say is cutoff by a shot ringing out, and pain shooting through your left shoulder. 

You throw the person still in your mouth to the side with a flick of your head, their body landing with a thud as you turn towards where the gunshot came from.

All the guns are now trained on you, but you can tell it’s the person closest to you that shot, their gun reaking of gunpowder more than the others. The bullet is already being pushed out from your healing skin, fall to the ground slowed by your thick fur, but it hits a puddle with a plop.

You growl, crouching down, eyes trained on the person who’s gun is starting to shake, ever so minutly.

“Oh you guys are so fucked !” Wade yells, your answer to that is a snarl, and in seconds you have your jaws around a new person. 

There are gunshots, some of them hit, but the pain of them barely registers as you attack person after person.

Ripping of limb after limb.

Crushing skulls.

Chasing down screaming runners that don’t get very far before your paws push them into mud and sharp teeth rip their head off.

You drag one man is circles, his body bouncing around as he tries to get a hold of the slippery ground to no avail, not even his companions shooting you giving a reprive from his situation before his heart gives out on him.

One guy swings at you with his knife in a desperate attempt to stop his own death, and though he manges to stab you in your front leg, all he gets for his troubles is his stomach ripped out. You pull the knife out with your teeth, dropping it to pounce on the next person in your eyes sight.

You get an arm in your mouth, the fear reeking from the man as you bite down, the scream he lets out grating on your ears, so you let go of his arm to rip his throat out instead.

Another person you throw up into the air like a ragdoll, catching him with your teeth on his way down, shaking him like a chewtoy.

“Oh that is fucked!” You hear someone laugh and drop the body. For more than a few moments you had forgotten there was other people here than the ones that you were killing. You look over to the cabin, Logan is sitting on your porch, while Wade is still standing, watching you with hands on his hips, leaned slightly forward.

“Sorry about this reader, but I gotta.” Wade shifts, standing a little more straight as he spreads his arms wide, yelling “PUPPY!” at you.

If you could laugh in this form you would at least have chuckled, instead your answer to the clearly crazy man is to pad over to the porch, then giving him one long lick from head to toe, covering him in a mix of spit and blood.

“Oh, that is SO gross!” Wade sounds absolutely delighted, at least you can still scoff at him as a wolf. You glance down at Wolverine.

“Don’t you fucking dare bub.” You’re tempted, even as he holds up a closed fist, the knives that turns out to be more like claws appearing from between his knuckles.

It would be funny.

You would get stabbed for your fun. 

Probably.

You don’t feel like being stabbed by those sharp and shining things.

So you don’t lick him.

For now.

Instead you bark at him once and turn around, looking over the scene you’ve made.

Bodies and body parts strewn all over the clearing in front of your house, guns discarded, bullet casings littering the dirt and mud. Tracks in the ground where your claws dug in, or desperate feet tried to get away.

What a mess.

With a sigh you pick up a torn off leg and start walking away from the cabin.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to start gnawing on that like a bone.” You stop, sending Wade as an incredulous look you can manage over your shoulder before you keep walking. 

You don’t go far, still visible from the cabin as you drop the leg you had been carrying and start digging in a spot that haven’t been completely transformed into a mud puddle by the rain or the fight.

You dig and dig, the blood in your fur being mostly replaced with mud and dirt, the occasional bullet falling down into the hole as you dig and heal. 

Wade and Logan starts to gather up bodies as you dig, at least helping with the cleanup after letting you take the fight alone. Not that help was needed or really wanted, you were just protecting yourself and your things from whoever the mystery people were. 

You have a sneaking suspicion that they weren’t even here for you, but instead for Logan, who is picking up bullets and guns, and Wade, who is dragging what is left of a torso while complaining how heavy it is. 

You finish digging, hole now deep enough to hide everything and everyone, so with a few pushes and some throws, the hole is filled with bodies, guns, and bullets.

“Most people skip over this part when writing you know.” You ignore Wade, you don’t have an idea what nonsense he is talking about. 

You cover the hole with dirt, spreading the leftovers around where the hole once was, stamping it down, blending it in so it looks like there was never anything dug down here. It mostly successful, the water and more rain that you can smell is coming will do the rest of the blending.

“Job well done champ!” Wade reaches up and heavily pats your shoulder, seconds later leaning into you fully to get a full face of fur. “So soft….” You shake him off you with a huff, turning to walk over to the cabin, quickly catching up with Logan who reaches the porch just before you. 

As your front paw touches the wood, you let yourself transform back into you fully human form, back on two legs instead of four. You are still covered in blood and mud, though less with your smaller form. You hear a sharp wolf whistle behind you.

“Nudity! God damn, I love fanfiction.” You growl at him, Wade winks, as he get within reach you push at him, making him land on his ass in the mud.

“Deserved.” Is all you say, glancing at Logan, catching an ever so slight uptick of his lips as you all head inside, you first, Logan and Wade following, closing the door to the rain that seemed to start up as soon as Wade got up off his ass.

“I’m taking a shower, you can have it later of you ask nicely.”

“I can even beg handsome.” You don’t gratify Wade with an answer to that.

[judethejudas]

MW2 König x Male! Stripper! Reader Smut

König steps out of his comfort zone to meet an old friend at a club. But what happens when he decides to make a new friend there? In ways he couldn’t imagine.

(S/N) = stripper name

(F/C) = favorite color

WARNING: highly sexual themes, swearing, size difference, cis male reader described.

MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

Dear god. Did he really have to do this?

König stood completely still as he stared up at the red neon sign above him, which read ‘Dante’s Inferno’.

A strip club. A rather diverse one to be exact since the strippers consisted of both women and men.

“Schieße.. I can’t go in there..” The Austrian was too shy to push himself to go in. He’s never been in such a place but his childhood friend, his only friend, had invited him to catch up on old times since it’s been so long.

But.. there were naked men and women in there. He wouldn’t be able to get a single word out if he went in! Oh how his anxiety crippled him.

He couldn’t disappoint his friend though. Not when he was the only one he felt safe with during his childhood. The least he could do was just go in and talk over a drink, right?

König took a deep breath, and vanquished his fear for a moment to walk inside the club.

After paying the fee, he was fully allowed inside and he was able to see just what he was getting himself into.

Women and men, scantily dressed, walked with such a sway of their bodies it was crumbling the beast of a man.

He hated being so tall sometimes. It meant he was always the centre of attraction, even in a place like this.

Both patrons and the strippers would look over at the hulking mass at the doorway, shocked at how tall he was.

König sheepishly walked at a brisk pace to the table where his friend was seated, ignoring the stares of everybody as he passed by.

“My friend! It is so good to see you again, so good!” His friend stepped out of the booth to give him a hug and König let out a quick sigh of relief. He was so happy he wasn’t alone.

“Very good to see you too.” He mumbled out as they both took their seats. The two chatted about their lives, their childhoods together, what they were doing now and whatnot.

König refused to look at any stripper that walked by them or was performing on that stage.

“Still as shy as ever, yeah?” His friend chuckled, giving him a pat on his back.

König chuckled too, just more quietly and almost sounding embarrassed. Oh, he was embarrassed. The pink tint on his cheeks and ears proved it.

“I don’t get out much, more of a workaholic if anything.”

“Oh? Then we need to change that..”

The Austrian man did not like the way he said that.

He felt his heart racing as his friend motioned for one of the strippers to come over.

Oh no.

“I-I, now there’s no need please, I’m fine right here..!”

“Nonsense! This’ll be good for you, I promise!”

A man was coming over, dressed in (f/c) short briefs and adorned with jewelry and harnesses on his legs.

König avoided eye contact when you took a seat next to him.

“Can I help you, boys?” You sat so close to the poor man his thigh was trembling a bit. He could feel your arm and your leg pressed up to his own. This was quite a lot of physical contact for a man like himself.

“Yes. My friend König here would love your services, perhaps in the VIP room?”

“Of course. Come along, darling. I’ll show you the way..” You smiled and took his hand in your own, leaving the booth and heading to the back rooms where the private dances were held.

“My name is (s/n), if you were curious about that.”

König tried to say something after you told him your fake name, but he was at a loss for words and was unable to speak. He could only look downwards to the floor to avoid showing his intense blush.

He could hear the different music in this new part of the building and small, separate rooms, people were receiving lap dances.

König immediately turned his gaze away from them and focused on you, well, your backside at least. And even that made him look away again.

“Okay, love, here we are. Now you just sit there and make yourself comfortable.” You said with a lilt in your voice, leading him to the leather chair and gently pushing him down to make him sit.

König still didn’t look at you when he was sat, but you could clearly see the cute redness on his face.

“You’re awfully shy for such a big man.. Do I make you nervous, hun?” Your fingers pet his cheek and you turned his face so you could look at him directly. The panic in this man’s eyes was so clear to you.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“No no, I..” He finally spoke but couldn’t finish as he was getting flushed again, staring at your nearly exposed body from top to bottom.

“Is this your first time?” You asked as you sat in his lap, making him stiffen and immediately look to the side. His eyes were wide and he bit his tongue, trying to stifle a stutter he knew was coming on.

You leaned in, your hand was stroking his torso muscles through his black shirt and up to his shoulder.

“I’ll be slow and gentle with you. I promise.” You whispered in his ear.

He nearly moaned when he felt a soft pair of lips kissing his jawline and throat. Never had he been kissed like this before. He actually couldn’t even recall a genuine kiss at the moment.

You knew how touch starved he was as soon as his breathing picked up.

Your dance had just started and König was already trembling in his seat.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” You gently commanded and he obeyed, his eyes now turned from the wall to you.

Your body was sat up in his lap and your hands caressed your chest and your sides, giving him a half lidded horny stare. You unlatched the harness from your legs and tossed it aside, even playing with the edge of your briefs.

König couldn’t tear his eyes away, as much as he wanted to at that moment. You were so gorgeous and knew exactly what to do with yourself. It was hypnotic.

He nearly whined when you got off his lap and stood up in front of him.

“You’re so hot, König. So fucking cute.” You breathed out as you did your dance, slowly and sensually just for him. He shuddered at the way you said his name and you smirked. He saw your ass when you bent down and how your fingers teasingly pulled your briefs down a little, before pulling them back up and giving your ass a slap and a wiggle.

After a few minutes, you got back into his lap for the more touchier dance.

The part of your routine that involved grinding against his crotch with your own was enough to break him.

He groaned, but quickly slapped a hand over his mouth and coiled in shame. He knew hardly anything of strip clubs but he did know it was not customary to be so loud.

Now this just won’t do, you thought.

You took his hand away and placed it on your hip, grabbing his other hand too and holding it against your chest. König was unsure of what to do but he was thankful you were taking the lead, even if it was embarrassing for him.

“It’s alright, you can be as loud as you want with me.”

Then you started moving against him again.

König sucked in a harsh breath and gripped onto your hip, careful as to not hurt you since he was very aware of his strength.

His gentility and obvious shyness is what you loved about him so far. He was different than the usual patrons. Sure you’ve gotten some shy ones before but this one?

You were convinced he was a virgin. Or at least had sex just once and not since.

Why were you so convinced? Well, the man you were grinding against was getting quite the hard on. And you felt it bulging against you.

König blushed and apologized to you profusely, to which you hushed him immediately. It wasn’t the first time a man was hard because of you, nothing to be ashamed about. You only leaned in close so that your lips were only inches apart from his.

“Do you want to fuck me, König..?”

The Austrian stared at you with shock, trying to find the right words without sounding like a fool. He had never been asked that before, at least not like this. Being bullied nearly all his life, his self confidence was very low and he never would have expected to have someone as beautiful as you on top of him.

“Ah.. yes.. I do..”

You smiled as your hand came up to touch his cheek gently, making him instantly lean into the warmth.

“Can I kiss you?”

There was a question he could answer easily. With a nod, almost an eager one.

You connected your lips to his as soon as he gave you the okay. His were rough in comparison to yours but it fit so sweetly. You also noticed he wasn’t the greatest kisser due to his inexperience, you liked it though. Your eyes and his closed while you both found a comfortable rhythm with your lips.

What a quick learner he was.

You started grinding against him again and he moaned into the kiss, which allowed you to slip your tongue into his mouth.

His eyes were wide open now when he felt your tongue against his. He kissed someone only once before, in high school when a girl was dared to kiss him but it didn’t feel real at all. It felt like a joke, just someone for all the kids to laugh at. And there was certainly no tongue when he got kissed.

No, it felt like you genuinely wanted him.

You cock was beginning to harden as well and König felt it. If he had any doubts that you wanted him then they were quickly vanquished when he felt your bulge on his.

“Mmh, König..” You moaned out and started kissing his throat, giving it gentle sucks and licks. You didn’t want to rush him since he was most likely new to all this. The little grunts and groans he let out told you so.

Your hands came up to stroke his body through the fitted shirt he wore while his hands groped your hips. He went in for another kiss, now instantly addicted to the way your lips felt on his. Kissing was now his favorite thing.

You two stayed like that for a while. Kissing each other passionately and moving your crotch against his back and forth. He felt huge through his pants. You guessed around 10 inches and very thick.

“Fuck.. liebling.. I don’t think I can wait anymore..” He said after he broke the kiss, his chest rising and falling heavily. You saw the shyness in his eyes still, but the horniness that accompanied it was much stronger.

You smiled and got off his lap to kneel down in front of him, spreading his legs apart with your hands. His bulge was very large and pressing against the fabric of his pants. Poor baby, how uncomfortable he must be feeling right now.

The taller man froze when he saw you unzipping his pants with your teeth, staring up at him with a lustful gaze.

To him, you looked so angelic, despite the actions being so sinful.

His boxers were pulled down and his hard cock immediately stood at full attention. You were shocked at the size of him. He must have been 12 inches instead of 10 like you thought. It was veiny, and already leaking pre cum.

How this man kept the monster behind bars? You had no clue.

You cast aside your thoughts and went to work. Your lips closed around his swollen, red tip and gave it a swirl of your tongue— focusing on the underside. This man deserved some good head and it’s the least you could do, for now.

The man groaned and stopped himself from bucking his hips into your mouth. How horrible it would be if he accidentally made you choke. You personally wouldn’t have minded if he did but he had anxiety about it.

You started taking more of him into your mouth, comfortably fitting 5 inches without pushing too far. Your personal record was 8 inches but the ones you’ve had before were less thicker and longer than König.

Your head bobbed up and down on him at a moderate pace.

“Fuck.. oh fuck.. yes, just like that..” The man above you panted and leaned his head back. He truly felt like a king now, just as his name meant. Every time you found his sweet spot he would shut his eyes tight and feel a shiver coursing through his body.

It was only when you swallowed a few more inches of his cock that he snapped his eyes open and looked down at you, surprised you could take more.

Your gag reflex was long gone since coming into this business. While you weren’t a prostitute, you did find a few men attractive that you’d end up fucking them either in or out of the club. And had plenty of practice in blowjobs.

König couldn’t take it anymore. It was so sudden when he came down your throat that your eyes widened in surprise. Thankfully you suppressed the urge to cough and let his warm cum spurt down.

When he finally finished, you took your mouth off him.

“I’m.. so very sorry.. I should have said something.” He said as he was trying to catch his breath, looking like a guilty puppy.

“Don’t be sorry, I liked it.” You giggled a little and stood up to your feet. It was time for something a little more intimate that both of you could enjoy.

You got back into his lap and took his hand in yours, taking his middle and pointer finger and began sucking on them.

König felt his dick twitch when he felt your tongue in between his fingers. Your saliva coated them generously and he was starting to like the fact he was so big in comparison to you.

When you felt it was enough, you took his fingers out of your mouth and guided them to your ass. He caught on quickly and prodded his pointer at your hole.

Your lips parted into a shuddered moan before helping him push the finger inside you, the other following suit immediately.

It didn’t take you long to start riding his digits to stretch you out. And boy, did his fingers do the job.

“Fuck.. mmh… König~” You dragged his name out in a moan as you felt his fingers curl inside you. He was more confident than before and start fingering you himself after a minute or two.

His lips captured yours in a kiss and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. You would let out a series of grunts and moans against his mouth when his fingers brushed a sensitive spot within you. Hell, you could cum just from his hands alone without even touching your cock.

But you wanted more.

You abruptly took his fingers out and pulled away from the kiss, and König suddenly worried he had displeased you.

You saw the look on his face and moved closer to him, both your cocks now rubbing against each other.

“I want you so bad, König. I want to feel you inside me. I can’t wait anymore..” You begged him softly.

The Austrian man was relieved to hear you didn’t want to stop, but he did worry about how he would fit inside you.

You took the lead and leaned upwards, grabbing his cock and putting it towards your ass. It would be quite the stretch but you could take it.

His tip entered you first and you gasped, slowly sinking onto him. His cum being a lubricant did help, but it was still a little painful.

König groaned and held you by your waist, making sure you weren’t entirely speared on his dick. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. You knew your limits though and made sure to take it easy.

After a few minutes, you were finally able to bounce up and down— slowly.

You figured riding him would be the easiest position to do considering his massive body. It was like being on top of a giant.

“God, liebling. You feel so good inside..” He groaned. “So warm and tight.”

You whimpered as more of his dick filled you up and you laid your forehead on his shoulder. You were fully bottomed out and it was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling. It only encouraged you to ride him at a quicker pace.

The two of you exchanged filthy, desperate noises. König’s confidence was building and he even started groping you from the ass, lifting you up and down on his cock while you bounced on him.

Thank god the VIP room you two were in was at the every end of the hall. There was no reason for anyone to barge in and the music covered yours and his sounds well enough.

You felt his lips sloppily giving you kisses on your neck and collarbone, even sucking just as you did before. His mind was hazy and all he could think about was making you feel good.

König decided to be brave and take over.

He turned himself to the side and laid you down on the leather seat, now fucking you in a missionary position. He was able to go deeper inside this way and hit your prostate each time. He had also discarded his shirt as it was getting much too hot for unnecessary clothing.

There was no time to admire his body. All you could see were the few scars he had and his defined muscles.

You squealed as he started thrusting into you hard. Your legs coming up to latch around his waist.

“Please let me take you home, schatz. We can fuck like this all night..!” He grunted. One hand gripped the couch next to your head and the other held your hip in place. “I don’t want to stop here, not when you make me feel like this.. like I’ll go insane without you.”

His words excited you, but he was pounding into you so hard you couldn’t form a sentence— or even say yes. And oh how you wanted to scream yes.

You gasped when you felt his hand leaving your hip and taking hold of your cock, pumping it up and down quickly to the pace of his thrusts.

You felt like you would go insane without him too. The way his body enveloped yours and made you feel so incredible, so sex crazed and desperate for more of his touch.

Beads of sweat dropped from König’s forehead and onto your stomach. He was getting close to release again and hoped you were too.

Wanting to be closer, he leaned down and held you by your waist— before easily lifting you up and fucking you against his bare, sweaty chest. One hand held you by your ass and the other still on your waist.

You snaked your arms over his shoulders and held him tight as he bounced you up and down on his cock.

“Make me yours, König.. ” Your voice was hardly above a whisper.

The larger man groaned loudly when he heard you and buried himself deep inside, letting his cock fill you with cum.

That was enough to send you over the edge.

Your cock painted his chest as well as your own with cum, letting out a silent gasp and shuddering hard. This had to be the hardest you ever came in your life and you nearly lost consciousness.

Exhausted and well spent, König sat back down with you still on top of him. Both of you trying to catch your breath while stuck in a warm embrace.

Now he had to come up with a good excuse to leave his friend a little earlier than expected.

And you needed to ditch work.

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I can’t even begin to describe how appalled I was to find zero male readers for König. APPALLED. I LOVE this man.

Also please let me know if there’s specific parts I goofed on, like spelling errors and whatnot because I was in a rush to make this.

[bestworstcase]

First i want to say that i love your rwby analysys, but i just discovered your blog, so can you explain to me why you hate Ozpin so much? Like, every minor thing he does and says must have some malicious intention behind it, but everything Salem does is part of a big plan that means that she's not actually evil?

ooh it’s been a while since we had one of these! 1. i think perhaps a closer read of my salem analysis is called for, because you’ll notice that i am, er, not shy about noting that salem is evil and this is in fact a central tenet of my reading of the narrative; i just don’t think she’s a one-note genocidal lunatic and it is extremely obvious that the narrative is heading in a "the brothers were and are wrong, and salem wants them gone" direction; 2. oz is second in my heart only to salem and cinder, which sort of speaks for itself in terms of "this character did bad things!" not being remotely a bad thing in my book, 3. and speaking of cinder, i get exactly as cranky about uwuified fanon sad wet rag ozpin who’s never done a thing wrong as i do uwufied fanon poor wittle cindy who doesn’t want to hurt people but salem makes her do it for exactly the same reason, which is that it strips out everything that makes these characters narratively and emotionally compelling in favor of mashing them into gutless marshmallow pod people for the sake of… i don’t know, making them neat and bland and easily digestible, i guess? uwu?

4. this is an ozlem house

5. i don’t think ozma has ever acted with malicious intention; rather, he’s been coerced into this situation where his faith in his god, his intense desire to do the right thing, and his terror of what will happen if he fails or disobeys—in combination with a divine curse that is literally designed to prevent him from being able to change or break free, because he has a reflection of himself monitoring his thoughts and actions all the time—are at war with his true desire (he wants to be with salem) and his conscience (he knows that salem was right about what is necessary to fulfill his task, that uniting the whole world under one creed is impossible except by genocidal conquest, and he cannot bring himself to do it because it’s wrong). he’s trying very hard to do the right thing in a situation where he genuinely believes his only options are to commit genocide for his god or sacrifice the whole world for his love and he is desperate to figure out a third option that does not end with "rocks fall everybody dies;" thence the lies and manipulation and all the miserable moral sacrifices he’s ever made.

6. the reason this is an ozlem house, in the sense that my reading of the narrative in its entirety is predicated on the ozlem reconciliation, is that salem and ozma are two sides of a coin: she is doing terrible things in pursuit of a world where the gods aren’t holding a knife to remnant’s throat and he has done terrible things for the sake of the same. their conflict isn’t evil-vs-good, but apostate-vs-zealot; salem believes the gods can and must be defied and ozma believes her defiance is doomed to failure. salem tells him that in order to unite the world he needs to spread his word and crush all who deny him; as the king of vale, ozma uses the divine relic of destruction to lay waste to not only his enemies but even his own allies, thus he forges the vytal accords that established the united global order in which the story takes place. he’s a better person than she is—because she’s been living in exile for thousands of years and her capacity for caring about other people has withered away to almost nothing as a consequence—but they are in every sense equals.

7. the narrative is overtly not on ozpin’s side? he has a whole atonement arc about it in atlas—& this is why i made the comparison to uwuified fanon cinder earlier, because the framing with regard to ozpin is very emphatically clear that he does a lot of things that are not good, and are in fact pretty sinister and in some cases (amber, pyrrha) outright evil, and he has to make the choice and put in real meaningful effort to be better. i don’t think there’s anything to be gained from ignoring what is plainly in the text of the story, especially when rwby is categorically disinterested in sorting its characters into neat little good-or-bad boxes. there’s no such thing as pure evil—that’s been the explicit textual conceit since volume one—and the implied converse is that there’s no such thing as pure good, either. (which is a conceit that ozlem exemplifies.)

8. i threw a fucking PARTY when we found out salem razed vale, i get the vapors every time i think about what sort of narrative escalation we can expect in V10 given that something as huge as razing vale can happen off screen to set the stakes for vacuo. not that i don’t also adore characters who are good or who (like oz in v7-8) grow and change to become better, because i do, but i really can’t emphasize enough how much i Do Not hate fictional characters on the basis of them doing awful things. what i want from a character is for them to be interesting, which ozpin is. what you’re perceiving as me hating on him is me dissecting him under a microscope because i love him to bits.

9. the ozlem screeds will continue until morale improves

[simplyholl]

Across the Multiverse PT. 2 [Loki x F. Reader]

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves, will they realize they should be together?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger Reader

W/C: 2K

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Angst. Incorrect use of multiverse travel.

You can find Part 1 here.

It’s been a few weeks since Loki and I hooked up. We have been pretending it never happened, which is easier said than done. That night hasn’t left my mind. The way he touched me, how he claimed me, all the orgasms he gave me. I lost count after five, my brain went foggy after the fourth one.

To him, everything is normal. The same banter while training. He still takes one of my pancakes every morning at breakfast. Every weekend, he still brings a different, nameless woman into his room. Tonight is another party, another night of wishing it was me under him instead of whichever model wins the Loki lottery tonight.

 Natasha, Wanda, and I lounge on the leather sofas enjoying our drinks. “I’m going to sleep with Bruce again tonight.” Natasha beams. “Y/N, why don’t you ever take anyone back with you?” I sit my drink down, turning to face the girls. “I think I almost had Bucky a couple weeks ago, but it didn’t work out.” Wanda smiles sympathetically. “Why can’t we all be like Loki and have them lined out the door?” We all look over to him dancing with the hottest girls at the party.

“Bucky is looking at you, Y/N. Maybe tonight’s the night.” Nat nudges me playfully. I roll my eyes at her noticing Bucky walking over. “You owe me a dance since we were interrupted last time, doll.” He takes my hand leading me to the dance floor. The slow melody plays through the speaker as he holds me close.

I can’t help but be reminded of last time. I let him hold me while I pretend it’s Loki’s strong arms, I’m in. It feels so wrong. I sneak a glance at Bucky’s face. He misreads the situation, leaning in for a kiss. The lips I was so desperate to kiss mere weeks ago now feel like poison against my own. I place my hand on his shoulder, breaking the kiss. “Bucky wait.” He stops immediately searching my face for clues. “What’s wrong?” “Sorry, it just, uh, something feels kind of off.” “It’s no problem, Y/N. Have a good night.” I weakly smile at him before taking off to my room. I slam the door behind me. How could I be so foolish? What was I thinking? A loud knock stops my thoughts.

I open the door to find Loki standing there. “Darling, are you alright? I saw that animal Barnes groping you. Then you disappeared. I had to be sure you were unharmed.” “He wasn’t groping me. I’m fine, Loki, I just got tired of the party. You should go back. Your dates won’t know what to do without you.” “None of them held my interest, love. I was hoping to have you this night. Follow me.” He takes my hand in his heading for the elevator. “Where are we going?” He presses the button for the thirtieth floor. “We are going for a little midnight swim.” We stand in front of the entrance for the indoor pool. Steve’s note in big red letters reminds us “No swimming after 10 pm.” “Steve will kill us if he finds out.” “Fret not darling, he won’t.” Loki waves his hand using his magic to interfere with the cameras. He walks to the edge of the pool removing his clothes. I’m watching as he exposes each delicious part of his body. “It is not polite to stare, pet. Especially when you are still fully dressed.” I give him a shy smile knowing he caught me ogling. I start stripping while he jumps in the warm water splashing.

I follow after swimming to him. He picks me up, my legs wrap around his waist. I lean in, my lips find his. His warm tongue gliding with mine. I pull away as my legs hit a chilly surface. He sets me down on the edge of the pool, kisses caressing my neck. My hands tangle in his long locks as his mouth descends on my breasts. His wet tongue slithers around my nipple while nimble fingers work the other. He grabs my legs dragging me almost off the edge. My thighs find their place on his shoulders as he goes in for the kill. Soft lips fasten to my clit. He laps at my entrance. I try to move, the sensation becoming too intense. But he pins me down, a large hand holding my stomach in place. He swirls his tongue on my clit. I’m sure he is spelling his name against me. That knowledge sends me spiraling.

I sit up when I finish. “Come up here with me.” I grab his hands trying to pull him out of the water. “Lay down.” Loki obeys laying on the wet surface. I lower myself onto him while he grips my thighs. “I could get used to this, Y/N.” I place my hands on his naked shoulders as I start moving on him. “Oh gods… Y/N… you feel perfect... I continue working him roaming my hands over his toned chest. I can tell he is getting close. His hand on my thighs holds me tighter with every movement. He thrusts up one final time, my name on his lips. He holds me against his chest, hands rubbing circles on my back. I wish we could stay like this all night.

 I’m a little worried that Steve somehow found out about our activities at the pool last night when an emergency meeting is called. I take my seat beside Loki. I look around the room, but nobody else seems to know why we are here either. Tony, Steve, and Dr. Strange walk in. “Okay kids, good news and bad news.” Tony starts. “Good news, Cap got everybody donuts.” Cheers erupt across the table. “Bad news is there’s a huge threat coming, and Harry Potter here is going to send us to other universes.” “Tony, we talked about this. Don’t call me that.” Dr. Strange glares at Tony. “I received word that an extraterrestrial being can travel the multiverse. He is destroying cities and killing innocent people everywhere he goes. He knows who we are, and he wants to destroy us in every universe, so we can’t defeat him. It will only be a matter of time before he comes here.” Steve takes control of the room. “I have paired you up in teams of two. You will go to the universe assigned, find yourself, and warn them of what is to come. Bruce, you and Thor will be together. Y/N and Loki.” He hands out papers with our assignments.

 ~Day of Multiverse Travel~

Loki and I are sent to universe 738. We thought it would be easiest to find me first. I locate my family’s old home. Maybe this universe isn’t so different after all. Everything looks the same. We knock on the door, 738’s me answers. She looks stunned, glancing from me to Loki. I look her over too. We have the same hair color, style, and WOW – she is pregnant, like really pregnant. “Hi, um, I am you from another universe. I know that sounds crazy, but we really need to talk to you. This is Loki. I’m not sure if you know him here or not. “Oh yeah, I know Loki. Nice to meet you both. Come in. Have a seat. My husband will be out in a second. I’ll let him know you’re here.”

We get settled in; she calls back into the hallway. “Babe, come in here we have guests.” Footsteps shuffle down the hall when Loki’s variant appears holding a baby. “Who came for a visit, darling?” Loki and I stare at each other mouths agape; eyes wide. “It’s us from another universe. They need to speak with us about a possible threat.”

738’s Loki looks so much like my Loki. His hair is longer, and he might be a little taller. I never thought I would see the day when Loki would be holding a child. He looks so natural though. He sits down beside the other me. The baby, a little girl with big green eyes and raven curls babbles looking between her parents and me and Loki. She reaches out for me to get her. “May I?” I ask my variant, unsure of how to act in this situation. “Of course, don’t be silly.” She smiles warmly as Loki hands her to me. While I’m playing with her, I study her features. She has my nose and smile, but everything else is Loki. From her little curls to the mischievous look in her eyes as she pulls my hair. Her parents apologize while my Loki laughs.

“So how long have you two been together?” 738’s me asks. Loki and I look at each other. I can’t decide if I want to laugh or cry. Before I have the chance to embarrass myself, Loki answers. “We are not together.” He says venomously. He scoots further away from me for good measure. They look horrified. “We’re so sorry. We just assumed with the two of you showing up together.” I push my hair behind my ear. “It’s okay. No harm done. We are just friends.” Loki’s variant speaks up, “Oh you have thought about it surely.” He is speaking more to Loki than to me. Loki sits quietly, so I decide to answer. “We hooked up recently, but only as friends.” My Loki finally breaks his silence. “It meant nothing. It was NOTHING, if I am speaking truthfully.” Loki’s counterpart is saying something to my Loki, but I don’t hear it. I am too busy concentrating on the feeling of my heart shattering. I knew he didn’t think it was a big deal. But hearing him say it was nothing, when it meant so much to me, really hurts.

I look at the beautiful girl in my lap, at my variant’s glowing face as she cradles her bump. Her Loki’s arm around her. The love in his eyes as he looks at her. This is the life I could’ve had if only in another universe. How unlucky am I?            When I finally snap out of it, I figure I should hurt myself even more. So, I ask how they got together. I have to know. “Well, it all started when I joined the Avengers.” Her Loki smiles at her. “I first saw her in a meeting to introduce the newest recruits. I knew I had to have her. I followed her around for a bit. I traded training partners, so I could be with her. We flirted for a time. When I was sure I had her where I wanted, I asked if I could court her.”

“And I said no!” They laugh together before leaning in for a quick kiss. “I was shocked. No one ever refused me. I am a prince after all. It made me want her more.” “I only said no because I knew it would get under his skin. Of course, I wanted him too.” “I pursued her ruthlessly. I would show up with her favorite snacks. I would interrupt her if she spoke to another man. I conjured an entire garden in her room one evening.”

“I finally gave in after the garden. It was really sweet and so beautiful. I was also worried about what else he would put in my room if I kept refusing.” “I planned a picnic under the stars. I bought the most expensive bottle of wine, had the finest food prepared, and gathered her favorite flowers.” She looks at him adoringly, “It was the most romantic date I had ever been on. I fell in love with him instantly. We dated for a year before he proposed. I found out I was pregnant shortly before the wedding. We quit the Avengers to have our family. Here we are now with a beautiful baby girl and a baby boy who will be showing up any day now.”

I blink away the tears threatening to spill from my eyes before Loki can see. “That’s so beautiful! I am so happy for you guys!” Loki rolls his eyes. I’m about to ask them how he proposed when Loki cuts in. “Perhaps it is time to discuss why we are here.”

Part Three

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Nesta Archeron - NSFW Alphabet <3

AN: Can't believe I haven't written for her yet! Only valid acotar character fr

CW: Smut! 18+ plz!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Nesta is intense in bed, and I think she completely switches gears afterwards because she knows she can be really rough. We know from ACOSF that she's a cuddler after sex, and I think she is immediately scooping you up into her arms, rubbing your back, holding you, smoothing your hair out of your face, wiping your tears away, whispering sweet praises into your ear. She's all over you after sex, helping you come down and get comfortable.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Gonna be straightforward. She loves your cunt. She is totally pussy whipped for you and can quickly get pussy drunk. She loves how much pleasure she can bring you, how she can punish you there, and the fact that your cunt belongs to her and her alone. She can spend hours between your legs.

On herself, I think she likes her tits a lot. They're perky and full, and she's always using them to tease you. They're definitely your favorite part of her to pay attention to in the bedroom, and she's always demanding/guiding you to her breasts. Breast play is huge for you two.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think Nesta is meannnnn when it comes to coming. Mean as in she is edging you til you absolutely cannot take it anymore, and then she's overstimulating you and sending you into several orgasms, one right after the other. When she's punishing you, she'll make sure she's come several times before she'll even touch you, saying, "This is all you're good for, little slut, making me come."

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She's totally a mean!dom. She is degrading, harsh, and rough. But it stems from her jealousy and possessiveness, no actual ill feelings towards you. She loves and adores you, and as much as she loves to put you in your place, you never doubt that she cares about you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She's relatively experienced, but you're her first girlfriend. So she's unexperienced when it comes to being with women, but you'd never be able to tell. Her taking on the dom role is a bit new to her too, but she does it with ease.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She'll tie you up and use you as she pleases, she'll ride your face, thigh, stomach, and she'll rub her pussy against yours. Or, she'll bend you over her lap or a surface and take you from behind. Whatever position makes it clear that she's in control.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She's never unserious. It's happened a few times, when you're having soppy slow sex, but 99% of the time, it's intense and harsh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think she trims but she isn't completely bare. It's nice and tidy, maybe even a landing strip sometimes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I won't say she's never romantic, because it does happen, but mostly it's filthy. She's spanking your ass or your pussy, spitting on your cunt or down your throat, choking you and mocking you as you beg and cry. She's tying you up, edging you, using your body. It's not not intimate, but it's very dirty.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She used to do it a lot before you, and sometimes she does still if she's away from you for a while, but she rarely needs to.

But, she does like to tie you up and make you watch as she gets herself off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She has lots of them:

Choking, spanking, anal play, spitting, edging, overstimulation, bondage, degradation, breast worship.

She also has a crying kink. She loves when you cry from the intense pleasure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

She'll take you anywhere that isn't too public. She isn't into voyeurism. But she'll fuck you anywhere in your shared house, outside in a field or on a beach, and she'll drag you away to an alley behind the club you're at if she feels the need to.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

She's huge into punishing you. If you do one little thing she doesn't like, she's using it as an excuse to punish you. Someone is flirting with you? She's spanking your ass red and fucking you hard with a strap. You get an attitude with her? Roll your eyes? She's spitting down your throat and riding your face while you struggle to breath. You come home late and fail to tell her? She's bending you over the kitchen table and fingering your ass while you beg for forgiveness.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't think there's very much she won't do, unless something is a hard no for you. But I do think she would refuse to share you, she's possessive and easily jealous. She left threesomes behind her when she met you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Like I said, she's obsessed with your pretty little cunt. I think she prefers to give because of how much control over you she has when she does. But, she loves her pussy ate too. She loves to ride your face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. You two are drenched in sweat when you're done, covered in hickies and scratches, tears streaming down your face.

When it's slow and sensual, it's because of something emotional. One of you was hurt recently, you've done something she's really proud of you for, you're stressed and upset, etc etc. Those are the times when it's slower and more romantic, but it's no less dirty.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She's a huge fan. She's always instigating a quickie before you have to leave for work or training in the morning, or she's pulling you into the bathroom at Rita's because she just can't resist how hot you look. She will never turn down a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Oh for sure. She loves to experiment and try new things. Once, when she was fucking you with a strap, she spit on your ass and pushed a finger into your tight hole. It took you by surprise, but the risk paid off because now you both love ass play. She loves to try new things in the bedroom, and most of the time, it results in something that is a permanent aspect of your sex life.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can last for hourssss. She is dedicated to keeping you on the edge for as long as possible, and then pulling several orgasms from you. She can come a lot, too, so you both are thoroughly fucked out and spent when the night is over. You can start mid afternoon and not be done until late evening.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes, I think so. You two have ropes and ties for her to use on you, a strap, a vibrator, and maybe even a crop she uses to spank your ass. Nothing especially crazy, but you do have some.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She tries to tease you, but you're much stronger than her in that area. She shows off her cleavage to you a lot, or she'll smack your ass when you walk by, but that's about it. She's usually the one that can't take any sort of teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She's loud, for sure. She grunts, groans, moans, screams. And she's always encouraging you to be loud, too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She will literally make shit up as an excuse to punish you. You'll set your glass down "too hard," so she's spanking your ass raw. You'll turn away from her in your sleep, and she's waking you up with her fingers in your pussy, edging you til you're crying. You'll "look at her the wrong way" and she's got you on your knees, eating her cunt until she's coming at least twice.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She's toned, her arms have grown some muscle over the years of her training. Her tits are a handful, and her ass is perky, too.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She always wants you. I think you two are each having at least one orgasm a day. You two only ever miss out on sex if you're exhausted, sick or hurt, or one of you is away on a mission.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She's more worried about you than she is her own comfort and rest. She always waits til you're asleep to drift off herself. She'll comb through your hair, wipe you down with a washcloth, get you some water, press delicate kisses to your forehead, and basically do a complete 180 from how she was during sex. She gets really soft when she gets to take care of you like that. Only when she's satisfied that you're safe and comfortable will she let herself fall asleep.

[clunelover]

I was going to do this as a reply but it was getting too long, so @alfa-lima-limon and anyone else who is interested - how we got the idea to check out OT is actually along the lines of what you just said - he would have big meltdowns over seemingly small things (or sometimes just nothing, as far as I could see). If I go through my MyChart messages between me and his pediatrician, I think as far back as 2 years old I was asking her about what I considered unusually explosive tantrums…but we were told “well it’s age appropriate still, just keep an eye on it” and then “everyone is stressed due to the pandemic and it’s especially hard on some kids” etc etc until he for sure became too old to be tantrumming like this. e

I really didn’t know what to make of it, I thought he was just “difficult” (I know not a good label but I didn’t think he fit the profile of any specific condition) but my best mom friend has a kid who’s a year or so older and autistic, and she was the one who first said “it sounds like sensory issues actually” and then I asked social worker BFF and she said she agreed - it’s still sort of amazing to me, I could not put these pieces together on my own, but now I can see he had:

- extreme meltdowns especially at times of transition, like trying to leave in the morning, which is often a hard time for these kids

- when in the midst of a meltdown about leaving in the morning, he would try to strip off all his clothes. If he was prevented from doing it he would at the very least take his shoes and socks off in the car. At the time I thought this was him “being obstinate” and just seizing at any possible thing to delay, but now I know he was overwhelmed and seeking a particular sensation to make him feel better (air on skin, or escaping clothes that feel confining or scratchy and thus upsetting). He still doesn’t like to have shoes and socks on.

- really rigid about getting his way or having people play exactly how he wants. Again, another thing I thought was him just being…kind of a jerk (🫣) but is more to do with changes feeling upsetting, so anything he can do to control what is happening will make him feel better. It doesn’t mean that’s okay for him to do of course but now we know that if he’s not overloaded with sensory stimuli he’s more likely to be able to go with the flow, and sometimes he just needs a little extra time to calm down and accept what is happening.

So, I was kind of skeptical (and still in dark moments sometimes think “isn’t all this just CODDLING him?”) but we got him evaluated by a local place that does OT among other therapies and services (like speech, psychology, etc) and they said he did seem like a good candidate for OT.

As part of the occupational therapist’s initial assessment, she checked for “retained primitive reflexes” …like, the Moro reflex is the only one I’d ever heard of prior to all this, but there are others! And you’re supposed to not have them by a certain age but if they don’t go away, it can lead to issues with integrating sensory information. C has retained a couple (I forget which) that, when retained, can cause issues with tracking movement with your eyes (which then leads to getting overstimulated easier than people who don’t have it). Isn’t that CRAZY?! This is something that is still a little in the “sounds fake but okay” realm for me, but at the same time does make sense to me. It’s weird.

So a lot of our OT activities involve things where you need hand eye coordination and balance.

This whole thing about “being afraid to fail” is something he’s only recently started bringing up, but the occupational therapist told me he probably did already have that fear, but he’s only now become able to express it. And it goes right back to wanting things to be a certain way, unexpected outcomes feeling bad, etc.

So yeah, it’s been a journey for sure! A lot of the work is of course us learning how best to react and help him get what he needs.

He had the recent evaluation for autism and didn’t meet criteria for a diagnosis, but has symptoms for sure. Jeremy has bonded with his mom over this, because according to her this is exactly what he was like as a kid (eventually diagnosed with ADHD as a teen). So we just kind of keep an eye on it and get him evaluated again if his symptoms get markedly more severe.

Okay that was a large dump of info, but anyway, happy to answer any questions about it any time!

[annimator-ocblog]

OC Stories: Siblings

(Zac and Kumiho talk about a lot of stuff. Mainly their relationship with C)

(TW: Mentions of Death)

Zac and Kumiho would always be at close proximity to one another considering how they’d both consider physical touch to be their love language.

But they’ve been clinging to each other more & more after what happened last Saturday;

It’s rare to see them even a metre away from one another, they’d always be holding hands, and the both of them would sleep in a tight embrace during the night.

Then again, how would you feel if your significant other almost died in front of you? And how would you feel as your partner was worried of that being the case?

———

The two of them were currently walking hand-in-hand to the Academy infirmary to visit C. It’s been an entire week since he was knocked unconscious after fighting dozens of entities on their own and he’s bound to wake up sooner or later.

“Y’know, I just realized I never realized ask this… but how did C end up getting adopted into your family?”

Kumiho stopped walking to contemplate the question Zac asked them, eventually answering, “Well, my Moms helped at the orphanage he originally was in and they took a liking to them. They ended up adopting C after a couple of months of getting to know him, and he’s basically been my older brother ever since! But then again… they were kind of distant with me before we found common ground with animated stuff.”

Zac smiled as Kumiho recalled their story, “That’s sounds like C. I still don’t get how Jadeyn ended up falling for him when they first met, but I’m glad that they’re happy with them.”

“I still think the hoodie they wear looks pretty stupid. The goggles they recently put on their cap to match the decals on it do look cool, but the hoodie literally looks like it’s been stripped from the floor.”

Zac chuckles, “Well, they like the hoodie a lot by the looks of it.”

———

They both eventually make it to the infirmary, and book it to where C was resting.

But to their surprise he… wasn’t resting in the infirmary bed.

Instead they were sitting to the side of it, readjusting their goggles & putting on their now-fixed of jacket.

“C!”

Kumiho shouts their name, getting his attention. Before C could respond their younger sibling tackles them into a tight hug, with him hugging back.

“Sorry I kept ya worried there. ‘M alright now.”

Zac similarly ran towards C to greet him, “Hey man, you doing good?

C quickly responded as Kumiho pulled back from the hug to be at Zac’s side,

“Yeah for the most part I guess. Besides the new markings all of my body and the fact that more parts of my hair are cyan. The medics are saying that they’ll both be permanent, but they look pretty neat.” C look at his right hand, now filled with light turquoise patches.

Zac sighed, “We’re both glad you’re awake again C. There’s actually gonna be a group meeting soon since a lot of things happened in the caverns and while you were unconscious for a week-.”

“I WAS OUT FOR A WEEK?! HOW’S-.”

Kumiho quickly calmed their brother down, “Yeah I know, it’s pretty crazy. I bet you’re prooobably asking about how Jadeyn is, and they’re doin’ good. They actually wanted to see you at the place you first kissed once you woke up. Whatever-.”

C quickly sat up from his bed, “Alright, thanks for that! See you at the dorm for whatever we’ll be talking about!”

Zac and Kumiho looked at each other as C quickly ran out of the infirmary to see Jadeyn.

———

C > Yo guys I’m awake. How’s shit?

Marcus > C YOU CANT JUST WAKE UP FROM BEING KNOCKED OUT FOR A WEEK JUST TO SAY THAT

Liam > not much has happened rlly.

Liam > besides the fact that two certain motherfuckers accidentally snitched

Lance > WE SAID WE WERE SORRY

Aaron > THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT

Parker > o/

Mercy > oh ye u weren’t here when this happened. So uh we made a big group chat for 2-4 and 2-7 and it’s going great :D

Geno > just ignore the fact that Edan & Marcus beef with each other every day here lmao

Skadi > it’s entertaining!

Edan > my fingers hurt from typing so much

Macy > YO GUYS IRIS JUST SNAPPED A PHOTO OF DYLAN & KAI MAKING OUT DO U WANNA SEE IT

Dylan > IRIS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF CREATION, DO NOT POST THAT PHOTO

Kai > (」°ロ°)」

Clover > LMAOOOOOOOOO U SHOULD DO IT

Lilith > Iris think of the blackmail potential

Ro > ^^^^

Nova > POST IT! >:D

Iris > hmmmmm maybe later

Brio > can we stop all this nonsense? Are you doing ok C?

Orion > yeah you rlly missed a lot in the week since you been out cold.

C > ‘m doing good :D

C > heard we’re gonna have a big convo or smth, but Jadeyn said they wanted to meet up w/ me beforehand!

C > I’ll see you guys soon! o/

[gogogoat495]

[Image ID: Screenshotted Pesterlog reading "TT (Dirk): I've delayed prototyping you because I think you're dangerous. TT: There, mystery solved." and some screenshotted tags.

By choctalksalot: "#reblog #yes yes yes yes ye #it's so /unfair/. /it's so unfair/ #to have your roles stripped away to have your name exchanged for a title #not allowed to enter the sphere of relevance without fundamentally changing themselves in some way #and yet the whole time already being relegated to nothing more than an aide what the fuck dude what the fuck sburb"

By choctalksalot (again):"#reblog #/hi that's me yeah/ #/gips you by the shoulders. you get it/ #sburb literally takes the role of the narrative a lot of the time and as a result pretty much Everyone who plays the game gets fucked UP #/and a thing I'd like to add. this is even worse when you consider the fact that sburb itself skaia itself/ #/knows what's gonna happen. it crafted everything to go this way. these identities were meant to be ripped from then/ #the relevance of names and Names titles and roles parts in a quest you are meant to play. how the world reshapes itself #or rather how it was always shaped to fit who you become because skaia always knows what will happen #but you don't. you don't know because you're a person. #you're thirteen years old and your only friends are hidden behind colourful text on computer screens #and that doesn't fucking matter #because to sburb to the story to the future you are: the autoresponder. dave's sprite. fragments of wholes to be made in the future #nevermind that you are whole now. nevermind that your name is dace. your name is dirk. you are just a kid. #you are just a person walking down the path to the future you thought would be certain #you will play a game with your friends #it never tells you that you won't be finishing it #fucks me up. endlessly forever #fuck sburb"

By roxykisser: "#i wish i could add the prev tags to my reblog they're so good #choc you are so fucking smart #unfortunately my screen is Not Fucking Long Enough #sburb is such an existential being and it's one of the reasons i like it so much #does any of it matter? if the stakes have already been decided? #do you get a choice? #what if the narrative forces you against those you love. what if you fuse with someone you don't know just to get a semblance of realness #and then you become the villain #not even you #the villain #but a small part of him #you are inevitable #lord english is inevitable #is it worth it still? #loving when you know it will lead to pain? #i think it is #but #it's hard #loving despite it all is hard and nobody understands"

By yukaii: "#/you get it/ #theyd both pretty much become outcasts if they didnt become davepeta and arquius. if you couldnt already call them outcasts!!! #like where would davesprite even go on earth c. really where do any sprites go #would someone just 'take one for the team' and let him stay with em or would he just go and wander aimlessly #/hal is literally stuck in glasses you could just put him away somewhere/ #you can just put him away somewhere the moment you decide you dont want to continue talking #lack of autonomy must be great /s #theres this artist hawkcodiles on twt and they drew sibling stuff with hal and davesprite a while back :( #they both lack a strider and they could /be/ that for eachother!!! /gahhhhh!!!/"

By listlesswhistle "#i think about davesprite all the fucking time #because. thats the og dave. #thats the dave we were first introduced to. #hes the only kid other than roxy to make it all the way fom start to finish #it fucks me up so bad"

/End ID]

thinking about hal and davesprite. davesprite and hal. both splinters of striders. both discarded by the narrative and their friends and themselves. both technically making the decision to give up their humanity, but like. did they really have a choice?

davesprite had to become a sprite. sure, he chose to jump into the sprite, but what else could he have done? he had to travel back to alpha (killing the last friend he had left to try and save all of them) and he had to prototype himself. he probably knew that. and he did it anyway to try and save them all, and what did he get for it? his friends don't care about him - not like they used to, anyway. hes just the weird, spare bird dave that no one really knows how to handle. his own alt self, the one that took his place and his friends, doesn't seem to care - hell, he doesn't even acknowledge davesprite's existence after the scratch and the meteor trip and winning the game.

hal technically chose to create himself. he'd have the memories of it anyway, but how could he have known that he'd be the one stuck in the glasses? imagine just pressing a button and waking up, stuck in code and wires and circuits. you still have all your memories and emotions and experiences but you aren't 'you' anymore. your friends see you as a different person at best, and an annoyance getting in the way of talking to the 'real' you at worst.

davesprite goes from being his own person to just playing a role. davesprite. daves sprite. he isn't a person now, not to the game. he only exists to help dave now. and sure, he rejects it and does his own thing, but having your *name* taken and replaced with a descriptor of the role you're meant to serve? that's gotta hurt

hal has no choice but to accept the role forced on him. auto responder. it's literally programmed into him - he has to respond to dirk's messages when he's too busy. he has to pretend to be his old self only when it's convenient. hell, even his 'ironic' new name still forces him into a box. hal. the 'antagonist' of space odyssey. possibly one of the most famous ai in media. an dangerous ai who threatens and hurts those he's meant to help.

and when they both finally get some semblance of importance, it isn't even as themselves anymore! they've been fused with nepetasprite and equiussprite and while they're still there and still happy, they aren't *them* anymore

they drive me so insane

[the-firebird69]

They were right to sit here if you want to and they said no you don't you're sitting on me and you're getting in the way of my life so now you're f***** Trump... And it says it and I get it and the secret came out and I know who but once again I'm saying I don't care and he says I'm going to get shot in the head for it

Trump

And you will. We have the idea and a lot of the fenders look like this and they're not big and the fairing is huge so we trim it down. Most of the Harley's out there of the new look like 2020 forwards there's a ton of them cuz Chris and Kenmore out there and yeah everybody takes shut off thing out and further it looks pretty good when you put in a smaller frame and put a smaller engine in and it works better actually putting Honda motors in is not true they don't have the horsepower if we had the motor we have a bike what we're using our lawn mower engines and the frames are usually shot and the bikes all need to be repainted so we take all the parts off and we dip them to strip them and we go from there and repaint them three Chrome. It's a lot of work but we can't seem to get a factory to work and there's a ton of these things we finally figured out what to do with the Harley the smaller frame is the trick and it looks a bit of proportion they really put it all together and it looks like Harley and you can't tell the motor has a space there so it looks normal and people like it or making a lot of them

Terry c

I'm putting together a package today and we're going to deliver it to the Trump organization and it's coming from a lot of us bja Brad Jason okay but I'm proposing the idea let me ask Trump to step down from the election is causing us a lot of trauma

Bg

It's a good idea and we'll see what he's up to cuz right now he's a heinous stupid a****** and he won't stop bothering us we mentioned the computers and he said so what and his stashes and caches including robots and you said so what and said you will pull you out of the apartment we move you out and he said so what and block all the communications cuz you think you have the computer so we get mad pretty soon he's going to be dead. And he's going to be dead from bothering us every few minutes I am so sick of hearing from this slob

Bja

It's actually a good idea our groups need the stuff and we're going to stand up and say it and he's going to sit there pissing us off and we're going to go after his stuff and the computers I'm going to vote for doing this

Daniel

I mean PG this is a great idea and it's from BG and you're sick of the guy and his attacking him for relatively no reason and screwing around with his wife and you want to stop and he needs help and we agree this is a good idea we need stuff Joe later I'm going to put a measure forward we do this I'm asking to get out of the race

Mac Daddy

He's not going to win because people are going to hit him and I don't really need that to happen I need him to step down and now I see what I'm saying so I can't let you do that and that sort of see something we need out of the stupid s*** keep bothering him and it's getting worse he says we're involving him in his bit in our business and it's a taboo it's there for our protection and we don't care to not use it or use it really but we see what you're saying it's going to be s***** until we stop doing this useless crap

Terry c

So you want to be elected instead of him and you are different but not that much different and we have huge problems with you as he does

Mac

It's all fine and dandy but we're going to stop you idiots and Trump is going to die and Tommy f is the one doing it then he dies

Thor Freya

Then Qui-Gon dies for as many insults and threats on me as he should and you got away with it for a few years because you're burning your own people up to be a b**** it's over soon and because of your idiotic threats. No someone other than us is going to get rid of you and plan to and plan to have you be huge assholes but it took to it pretty good thinking that's the job and you're getting away with threatening me for stuff to try and run your plan to try and kidnap mine when in fact the max have been stopping you the whole time so you sat on this big pile and you still are and you're not even stopping people from taking it not to mention going after the max iosity it is more than a curiosity and it should be investigated exhaustively by all of my particular groups of mine don't really care what your people do

Zues Hera

We have seen a lot of stuff but this giant Lord guy takes the cake he's sitting there saying I don't need any of this professing to have gotten all of us and listening reasons everyday as his people die and he's a nasty piece of crap but you're right everyone needs to do their own independent research this is actions and attitude and so bizarre it's good to happen today people see it inside the sky is acting very inappropriately I was going to happen now

Thor Freya

Olympus

[whereareroo]

2023 FALL TOUR

WF UPDATE (10/6/23).

Tonight, I’m broadcasting to you from a funky little town called Hancock, MD.

We’re in the middle of our 2023 Fall Tour. I’m calling it the “Special Assignment & Biking Tour.” We’ve completed Special Assignments #1, #2, and #3. Special Assignment # 4 doesn’t start until October 19th. Until then, we’re doing the “biking” phase of the tour. We hit Hancock on October 3rd.

Hancock, with a population of 1,500 or so, sits along the extreme western edge of Maryland. How extreme? Very. In this area, the border of West Virginia almost touches Pennsylvania. Between those two states, there’s a little strip of Maryland that’s only 1.8 miles wide. That’s Hancock.

We’re here to do some biking on the C & O Canal Trail. It runs, along the Potomac River, for 185 miles from Cumberland, MD to Washington D.C. Today was our third ride on the C & O.

The trail has an interesting history. Once upon a time, there was a plan to dig a canal to connect Washington D.C. to the Ohio River. To deal with the elevation change of almost 700 feet, the project called for 74 canal “locks” and a 3,100 foot tunnel through a mountain. The primary purpose was to ship coal from the Allegheny Mountains. The work began in 1828. Digging stopped in 1850, even though the 185 mile canal had only reached Cumberland, MD. The goal of reaching the Ohio River was abandoned.

Why did the work stop? I can answer that question with one word: trains. The rise of the railroads made canals obsolete.

Despite the rise of the railroads, the canal operated until 1924. The canal boats were pulled by teams of mules that walked along a “towpath” that ran adjacent to the canal. At this point, let’s jump ahead 100 years and focus on 2023. The towpath is now a bike path. That’s the path that we’ve been biking.

The path isn’t paved. It’s mostly crushed stone or packed dirt. We were worried that the surface would be tough to bike. It isn’t. We’ve been pleasantly surprised.

So far, over three rides, we’ve covered about 35 miles of the trail By car, we take the bikes to a parking area near the trail. We ride out for about 12 miles, and then we turn around a ride back to the car. So, even thought our round trip is 24 miles, we’re only seeing 12 miles of trail each day. Our actual total mileage so far is about 75 miles.

The trail is beautiful. It’s totally flat. Most of the time, we have a view of the Potomac River. We’ve generally been in isolated woodlands. The entire setting is very rural. We’ve only seen a handful of other bikers. The weather has been wonderful.

On two of the days, we biked with some wayward bikers from Pennsylvania. Like us, they have a connection to South Carolina. I guess it’s a small world. I’m a bit suspicious about the pair. If we go missing, please tell the FBI to investigate two very fast cyclists from Chambersburg, PA. Of course, their whole story is probably fabricated.

Hancock is a good base of operations. It sits right next to the trail. One day, our car ride to the nearest parking area was less than a mile. We drove because our rental house is on a big hill that’s very long. Who wants to bike up a big hill at the end of a fun day?

Let me close by telling you about our rental house. When we pulled up the street, we both thought that we were in trouble. The street itself is about the width of a single car. I don’t know what happens if two cars need to pass each other. The street is a “dead end” that’s about a half-mile long. A handful of shacks are scattered alongside the street. For the most part, the shacks don’t look habitable. Most of them are vacant. Our rental is the last house. It sits at the “dead end.” The exterior is very, very rough. We were tempted to drive away without stopping. Mrs Travelarranger assured me the the interior pictures that she saw online were fine. We were brave and took a look inside. The interior is totally fine. It has three big bedrooms, two baths, a big kitchen, a nice dining area, and the big living room. The furniture is nice. The appliances are new. It’s not the Ritz Carlton or the Four Seasons, but it’s totally adequate. We’re enjoying our stay. We lead a simple life. We’ve seen a few bikers who are sleeping in tents.

This trail is so nice that I’m contemplating a future trip to do the whole 185 mile run from Cumberland to DC. That will take some planning. It looks like the accommodation situation could be a slight challenge. We haven’t seen many buildings near the trail. I’ll figure it out.

I hope you’re enjoying our ride. You’re probably enjoy the fact that I’m not blabbing about Trump, or McCarthy, or the economy, or the stock market, or the Pope, or some obscure aspect of pop culture. I tend to ignore serious topics when we’re off having fun. Feel free to enjoy the break from the normal fare.

I’ll see you on the trail. Look out for strangers from Pennsylvania.

[thesoftestirises]

want || e.m.

♡ pairing: eddie munson x reader ♡ rating : 18+ (all characters are consenting adults) || minors DNI ♡ word count : 2.6k ♡ warnings : nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, name calling, p in v sex  ♡ summary : eddie just wants to make sure your first time is perfect. you just want him. ♡ an : i’m just going to pretend that whole mess that was volume 2 did not happen.

“How did you picture losing your virginity?” Eddie asked.

Your eyes snapped open. “What?”

Eddie casually shrugged, fingers absentmindedly playing with the corner of the picnic blanket you were both laid out on. “Just wondering. If you still want me to take it, I want to make sure it’s perfect.”

“Of course I still want it to be you. I thought you didn’t want me. You kept saying no and not explaining why.”

“That’s absurd. I’ll always want you,” he scoffed. “I just wanted to be sure that you wanted me. Didn’t want to do anything you might regret in the future.”

“I’ve always wanted you, Eddie,” you smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I don’t know why you keep doubting it.”

He chuckled and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, gently pulling your hand away. He fiddled with your ring, the one he gifted you on your second date, before continuing. “Don’t get me off topic. Certainly there was something you were getting off to before you met me. Some vague idea that got you hot and bothered. What did you touch yourself to, hm? I’m dying to know.”

You sucked in a sharp breath and looked away. “Well, um, I’m not sure.”

“Do you want control? Or do you want me to hold you down? Either would be good for me,” he said, bringing his hand down to stroke the delicate flesh of your throat and playfully wrap around your neck. “I’ll be inside of you regardless.”

“Jesus, you say the dirtiest things.”

“You wouldn’t have it any other way. Tell me, baby. Where does your sinful mind wander when you’ve got your hands between your perfect thighs?”

Your face flushed with heat and your mouth went dry as Eddie stared at you. “I just pictured being taken, really cherished. Like whoever was touching me was addicted and couldn’t get enough.”

“I’ve already got that covered. A little more specific, angel.”

“I’d want to be able to see you,” you said.

“Me too,” he said as he traced your lips with his thumb. “I want to see your face as I sink into you and make you mine in every way possible. I can’t even begin to imagine how pretty you’d look when I’m deep inside of you. Your sugar sweet lips parted in pleasure, your beautiful eyes sparkling with unshed tears... Your warm, tight cunt surrounding my cock.”

“Stop teasing me and just do it, Eddie,” you said, sitting up and kneeling between his legs.

He blinked in surprise. “Right now?”

“Unless you don’t want to?” you said, immediately beginning to backtrack out of embarrassment.

“I do, but I didn’t bring any condoms-“

“Do we really need condoms if I have an IUD?”

He closed his eyes and sucked in a harsh breath. “In general, yes, because you could still get an STD. But... you’ve never been with anyone, and I’ve never done it unprotected-“

“So we’d be okay then? Because I think I’d like it better that way.”

“Yeah?” He teased as he kissed down the line of your neck, drawing soft whimpers from your lips. “You want me to cum inside of you?”

His fingers moved to the hem of your shirt, dragging the fabric up your stomach inch by inch. While you had stripped in front of Eddie multiple times, this time felt distinctly different. The air between you felt electric and heavy. Eddie placed his hands on the bare skin of your waist and leaned in for another kiss. You parted your lips and let him lick over the sensitive roof of your mouth. You whimpered and tried to get him to speed up, pressing yourself against the line of his body eagerly. He smiled against your lips and slipped the straps of your bra off your shoulders.

“Eddie,” you whined.

“Patience, angel. Let me look at you,” he said, gently pushing you back to take your bra off completely. You pouted but did as he asked, letting him admire you in silence. His dark eyes were glazed over, reflecting the stars that hung above you. You stayed still as he reached out to trail his hands over your breasts, squeezing and plucking at your nipples until they stiffened under his touch. He then tugged you closer and laid you out on the checkered blanket underneath him. You reached out for him and whined in protest when he gripped your wrists and forced them over your head.

“Don’t move,” he warned.

Eddie’s gaze remained locked on yours as he lowered himself to your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your flesh. You shivered as he brushed his lips over your skin, his touch feather light. After a minute of build up, he took a nipple into his mouth. You closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the familiar feeling of Eddie’s warm, wet mouth. You tangled your fingers in the fabric of the blanket below you in an effort to not touch him while he switched his attention over to your unabused bud. He laved over both your breasts, leaving them shiny with his spit before finally pulling off with a lewd pop.

“You make a pretty picture when you’re ruined. I’m excited to see how you’ll look once I’m done wrecking your pussy. I’m going to leave you dripping with my cum, angel, I’m going to destroy your innocence. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Fuck,” you gasped, squirming in his hold. “Yes, yes. That’s what I wanted. I want you to cum in me so bad, Eddie, please.”

“You like that? I should have known when you kept asking to get fucked. You’re a little cum slut, aren’t you?”

“Your cum slut,” you corrected.

He smiled and moved his hands to your skirt, slipping his fingers under the waistband. He kissed the sensitive skin of your stomach before impatiently pulling the fabric off your legs and tossing it to the side. You let out a shuddering breath as Eddie came face to face with your clothed pussy.

“Fuck,” he murmured, pressing his nose to the fabric and inhaling while you squeaked in surprise.

“You smell so good, angel,” he said, biting into the flesh of your thighs. You sighed and spread your legs, your core beginning to ache from the lack of attention.

“Touch me,” you pleaded.

He chuckled and moved a hand to your panties. He gently parted your lower lips through the fabric, playing with your clit and purposely working you up. You writhed under his touch, torn between feeling overwhelmed and understimulated. He cooed at you and moved his fingers down to your entrance. “You’re soaking, angel. Are you that excited?”

“Yes, I want it so bad.”

“I’m going to give it to you,” he promised, pushing your panties to the side and dragging his fingers through your wetness. Eddie knew where every sensitive part of you was and he easily abused the knowledge, rubbing over your clit until you were gasping and on the verge of tears. You arched your back into his touch, unable to speak as he purposely pushed you to a quick orgasm.

He hummed in satisfaction as you came apart in his hands and parted your sensitive folds, ignoring your little noises of protest. He lowered himself and wrapped his lips around your clit, holding your thrashing hips down while he harshly sucked on the small bud. Your mind went completely blank at the overstimulation. All you knew was the man between your legs and the feeling he created in you. He moved his attentions to your entrance, opening your folds as far as possible before spitting directly into your hole. You gasped as he pushed it inside with a single finger, coating your inner walls with his saliva. He repeated the process over and over until you were dripping onto the blanket below you. But instead of stopping, he inserted the tip of his tongue into your entrance.

“Oh my God!” You moaned.

He gave you a wicked smile and dived back in. The sensation of his tongue prodding your inner walls was strange. It was warm and flexible in a way that got you squirming. New, but not unpleasant. You arched into his mouth and grabbed onto his hair, instinctually wanting more. He allowed you to have control for ten seconds before wrestling it back, trapping your wrists to the side and fucking you slowly with his tongue.

“Eddie- Eddie, I’m gonna come again.”

“Do it, angel,” he murmured against your folds. “Coat my face in your juices.”

You shivered as you came for the second time that night. Eddie pulled off you with a pleased grin, his lips red and swollen, his chin shiny with your combined fluids. His face was your final straw. You wanted him, no, needed him.

“Fuck me,” you pleaded. “Stop teasing and fuck me.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, disentangling himself from your body. “Just lay there and take a minute to breathe, I need to get undressed.”

You watched him in awed fascination. Even when Eddie was doing the most mundane, human things, he looked beautiful. The moonlight drew silver shadows over Eddie’s cheekbones and eyelashes, sharpening his features. He slipped his shirt off over his head and exposed the broad line of his shoulders to your hungry gaze. He noticed you looking at him and smiled, shaking his head as he slipped his pants and boxers off and tossed them to the side. Your eyes remained on his when he repositioned himself between your legs and finally took your panties off.

“I’ve got to stretch you out, princess,” he said, gently touching your drooling entrance. “Are you still doing okay? You know we can stop at any point, right?”

“I’m fine, Eddie. I trust you. If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you,” you reassured him. “Promise me you’ll do the same?”

He smiled and kissed your cheek. “I promise, angel.”

“Good. Now hurry up.”

“So impatient,” he smirked, prodding your entrance and sinking his ring finger into you. Your eyes rolled back as he pumped the digit inside of you, curling his fingers against your walls and pressing into every sensitive spot you had. He quickly added a second and third and spread his fingers out inside you, gently preparing your body to take him. Your breathing picked up as he introduced a fourth digit into your entrance. The reality was finally beginning to set in. Eddie was going to take your virginity.

“Still doing okay?”

“Wonderful,” you smiled, pulling him down and kissing him. He tasted strongly like you, but you didn’t mind.

He pulled his fingers out and gave you one last, chaste kiss. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

He spat into his palm and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before positioning the head at your entrance. You swallowed and watched his cock as he slowly began to push in. You gasped at the burn of the stretch and stared at the spot where your bodies were connected. The intrusion was overwhelming and he wasn’t even a fifth of the way in. Eddie reached out for your hands, interlacing your fingers.

“Angel, look at me. Look at me,” he said, waiting until you turned your wide eyes on him. “If you want to stop, we can stop. But if you want to keep going, you have to relax.”

You nodded, focusing on evening out your breathing. “Go.”

“Keep your eyes on me,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”

You nodded and spread your thighs further. He kissed your forehead and nose before taking a deep breath and continuing. You winced but found it easier to tolerate after the initial push. Once you stopped focusing on the discomfort, you were able to marvel at the fact that he was inside you. Any space that had once existed between you was gone. You surprised yourself when tears began cascading down your cheeks uncontrollably. Eddie carefully kissed them away, murmuring sweet nothings.

“Let me know when you’re ready, angel. You’re doing so well,” he whispered.

You sniffled and gave him a watery smile. “I love you.”

He chuckled and squeezed your hands. “I love you more.”

You finally gave him permission to move when the ache between your legs dulled. He carefully pulled out before pushing back in, his cock dragging along your inner walls in a way that had you gasping. It felt like he was pressed up against every nerve ending you had. Sparks of pleasure began to run up your spine and you were finally beginning to understand what the hype was about.

“Go faster,” you said.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, Eddie. Cum in me.”

He hissed and moved his hands to your hips for leverage. His fingertips pressed into your skin hard enough to bruise but you loved it. You watched him bite down on his lower lip and begin picking his pace up. You panted as your combined temperatures rose and you started to sweat. Eddie looked equally as affected, his hair messy and his skin flushed as he took his pleasure from you. His eyes were closed as his necklace dangled over your face.

He reached between your thighs and began thumbing at your clit. You whined and gripped his wrist, torn between begging him to stop or keep going. You felt like a mess. All you knew was the man above you and the way he made you feel.

“Look- look at me,” he grunted as his hips slammed into yours.

You whined but obeyed, staring up at Eddie’s glittering eyes. He shifted and began pushing right against your sweet spot. He timed his thrusts to match his ministrations on your clit. Your toes curled as the heat in your belly began to build for the third time that night.

“Are you getting close?” He asked.

You nodded, unable to speak.

“Me too, angel,” he said. “Just hold on a bit more, okay?”

“Mm.”

Eddie smiled and focused on keeping his pace steady. After a few moments, he started getting louder, his groans giving way to melodic moans. He was getting close, you realized. You purposely clenched down on him, causing him to let out a surprised gasp. He retorted by slamming deeper into you, punching embarrassed squeaks from your lips. Once your thighs began shaking and hips started to stutter, he grabbed your chin and looked you in the eyes.

“Come, Y/N,” he demanded.

You practically blacked out as you both crashed over the edge together. He moaned and bit down on your shoulder while he spent himself deep inside your shaking body. You laid there, wide eyed and open mouthed for a solid minute while Eddie patiently wiped your forehead and checked your pulse. When you finally came to, you grabbed him and kissed him breathless.

“I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you,” you said between kisses.

“I love you more,” he replied. “Give me a second, I need to pull out.”

You whined at the loss of warmth as Eddie separated from you, but quickly stopped when you felt a liquid trickle out of your entrance.

He came in you. You didn’t know why you were so surprised, you literally gave him permission to. But it was something else to feel. He had taken your virginity and the aftermath laid between your legs.

Eddie chuckled, scooping the fluid into his fingertips and pushing it back into you. “Don’t let it go to waste, angel.”

“Oh, my God,” you moaned.

“My name’s actually Edward, beautiful,” he teased. “I’m guessing you liked it?”

“You’re incredible. I’m never going to find anyone half as good as you,” you sighed, boneless and fully sated.

He winced but quickly masked the expression with a cocky grin. “You’re absolutely right.”

He helped you stand and redress, laughing at how your knees shook when you tried to walk. He quickly apologized and offered to give you a piggyback ride when you pouted and reminded him that he did that to you. You kissed him one last time before you separated and went to bed with his cum still dripping out of you. You’d deal with the consequences later.

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[bimbo-writer]

Training in a new way

Art is not mine!

Contains: prasing, pussy eating, fem! reader, light degradation, breeding kink, marking.

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A relationship with silver wasn't something you thought would happen when you got dropped off in this world but you weren't complaining. He treated you well took you out on dates bought you flowers and small gifts for special days, everything a person could wat in a boyfriend.

Even though he was always with lilia or mallues protecting them you didn't mind cause he still made time for you. Even if that meant you were training with him and sebek for the most for it was fine until sebek started to go on and on about mallues and how you too should pledge allegiance since you would soon be part of silver's family.

A blush spread to your face, you hadn't even though of being part of his family but it made you smile thinking about hanging out with his parents and spending more time with him. Getting to be more intimate with him and starting your own family with him.

Wait- why are you having these kinds of thoughts when your training with him. This is wrong but it felt right thinking about his toned muscles and sweaty figure, pinning you down and having his way.

You flushed face must've caught his attention cause soon he was walking towards you. "Hey are you ok your face is all red, if it's too hot we can stop" he asked inches away from your face.

"No it's fine I think I just need some water" your voice flustered from being this close after such horendes thoughts. "No we're going inside you dont feel well I can tell" he said picking up bridal style carrying you inside. You could feel just how hard his abs really where being this close to him.

He brought you back to his room placing you softly on his bed, "wait here I'll bring you some cold water and check your temperature". He cared about you too much. He came back with both water and a thermometer, and checked your temperature.

"Well the good thing is that you dont have a fever, Iwas worried for a second" he said patting your head. His smile gave you butterflies, "hey silver" he hummed in response. "Have you ever thought about our future" he gave a confused expression "our future?" He asked repeating to make sure that's what you said.

"Yeah like when where older will we start a family..." your voice got lower with the last few words embarrassed at the thought. "A family..." he repeated a blush spreading to his face.

The room grew quiet neither of you facing the other out of embarrassment. "So you wanna family" he whispered pulling your chin to face his with his thumb and index finger. His face was mere centimeters away from yours, your lips parted lightly in a pout as he pushed his lips against yours.

The kiss was passionate and loving while hot and messy, your tounges fighting for dominance. You put your arms around his neck deepening the kiss further as he pushed you into the mattress forcing you to lay down.

The two of you kissed for a while until your breathe ran out as he pulled away panting, a string of Silva connecting the two of you. "If you wanna family that badly I'll give it to you but first strip" his voice was so alluring as he never showed this much dominance before.

You nodded about to take your clothes off, "No dont just nod I want to hear you. I need your consent" he said looking deep into your eyes for reassurance. "Yes. I consent" you breathe out as lust began to take over your body and mind.

The mere thought of him fucking you relentlessly had you dripping wet. You began to take off your tank top along with your bra before he kissed you again. "So sexy" his voice just above a whisper as he fondled your boobs. His hands squishing the soft flesh as he pulled away to leave little hickies on your neck and just above your boobs.

You whimpered at how rough he was being with you, "fuck..." he cursed out pulling away from you and taking your shorts off to see the damp spot on your panties. His hand found its way to your wet spot rubbing light circles on it as you whimpered.

"This all for me baby? This pussy wet for me" his voice dropping an octave as he continued to rub circels on your pussy pleasure beginning to fill your senses. "I asked you a question baby, your supposed to answer" his voice staring as the started to rub faster bringing you more pleasure.

"Ahh fuck silver please dont stop" your moans filling the room as he continues his attack on your pussy. Your breathe hitched feeling a tightness in your core heat rushing to your face. "Fuck silver I'm-" before you could finish he pulled is hand away the tightness going away to.

"Why-" your voice meek as he smirked, "cause I want you to cream on my face baby" his words made you want him even more. He pulled your panties down a string of your juices connecting them as he hummed in amusement. Disregarding his own clothes showing his slight hard on, the length of it had you clenching your thighs.

"Come on baby don't be shy" he said laying down as you climed to his face positioning yourself above him.

In a instant he pulled you onto his face the rough feeling catching off guard as he rouge fucked your pussy. Moans filled the room as he lapped at your juices eating you out like a starved man, his fingers diging crescents into your thighs.

The pleasure came back hitting harder this time than the last, the feeling of his tongue foreign to you but amazing. His tongue started to push inside you as his hand snaked its way to your clit teasing it lightly.

The pleasure making you squirm but his other hand kept you down as he had his way with you. Your core began to tighten again the feeling strange and exciting, "s- silver I'm going to cum" you moaned out thighs trembling about to give out. He pushed his face further into your cunt going faster forcing your orgasm out of you.

The knot in your core snapped as you creamed on his face, your face was flushed while you calmed down thighs shaking uncontrollably as you moved over falling back onto the mattress. "Fuck that was good babe" you said grabbing his hand intertwining your fingers.

"Who said we where done" his voice filled with excitement as he pulled you into his hips grinding his now fully erect cock on your cunt. "You said you wanted a family I'm just giving it to you" he said as he thrusted inside you in one swift motion hitting the spongy spot that made you see stars.

"Fuck silver-" you moaned as he set a rough pase fucking you senseless deep inside your cunt. He grunted as he thrusted faster the bee creaking against the wall letting anybody how passed know what the two of you are doing.

His thrust slowed as he hooked hour leg over his shoulder and them thrusting inside you harder the tip of his cock kissing the opening of your cervix. His thrust didn't let up as you moaned loud grabbing onto his shoulders for support.

"You wanted a family, I'm just giving it to you" he grunted thrusting faster if possible into you. Your vision started to blur as tears welled up in your eyes, "fuck me-" you screamed as your second orgasm hit hard. Pleasureful screams filled the room as you creamed on his cock juices dripping down his balls.

"Fuck gonna cum, gonna breed you and your gonna take it like the good girl you are are you a whore" his voice horse as he spat praises and insults at you. His thrust started to get sloppy as his cock twitched inside you as your gummy walls tightened around him.

"Oh fuck your squeezing me so tight baby I'm gonna cum, gonna make you cum again" his hand started to rub rough circles on your clit the overstimulation burning so good. "Fuck silver slow down" grabbing onto his arms for support as your head started to feel fuzzy.

"Sorry baby can't but your doing so good" he continued to whisper sweet nothings to you. His thrust were so sloppy and the knot in your core was close to snapping, "silver gonna-" your words cut off by blissful euphoria of your third orgasm.

"Oh fuck baby I'm gonna cum" he grunted slowing his thrust to hlit deep inside you spilling his seed painting your insides white. His breathe was hot against your skin as he stopped giving you a chance to catch your breathe. "Fuck are you ok babe" his voice tender and loving while you nodded unable to speak yet. He slowly started to pull put cum leaking from your cunt staining the sheet below you.

"I'm gonna grab a towel for you cause I just remembered that sebek is waiting for us in the commons area" the last words a whisper as he handed you the towel. Disappointment spread across your face as you cleaned yourself up and barely being able to stand.

"Here let me help you get changed" he said grabbing your clothes and putting new undergarments on you. Your thankful your work out nag was in his room, "ok now let's go tell sebek were fine" he said with a crooked smile.

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As the two of you walked out his room lilia bumped into you and silver, he took one look at the two of you and smiled. "I hope the two of you had fun but do make sure there isn't a mess" he said laughing while your face turned bright red. "Its not like that we were just raining inside father" your jaw dropped in horror wait so silvers dad was lilia.

It made sense since he was always around him and lilia treated him like a son more than anything. "I'm sure you were just please keep it down next time we fae have sensitive ears" his smirk just put you to shame more as he walked away.

Once you reached the common area sebek was sitting with his arms crossed, " were have the two of you been" he shouted giving you a headache and silver a sour expression.

His voice was not what you needed right now, "omg shut we were fucking in his room" you shouted as sebek's jaw dropped lilia popped in saying he knew it and mallues just walked in and back out as silver covered his face.

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[lixiektty]

ice cold

words count: 4.6k

warnings/kinks: hard/soft dom!shownu, hard dom!changkyun, sub!reader, language, pure FILTH, mentions of cheating, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), ice play, edging, creampie, please feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

author's note: i apologize for this being an entire day late, i rewrote this so many times and still didn't like it and i just started to run out of time. i spent the entire day adding and taking away a lot till i got it to something that i was okay with.. so.. ANYWAYS i hope you guys enjoy this!! <;33

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changkyun ran his hands along the smooth red satin dress that hung from your shoulders, soft kisses being pressed to your jawline and collarbone. slowly, he slipped the skinny straps of your dress down your shoulders, kisses following his actions.

you could barley speak with the way your cheeks were being pressed together and your lips all puckered up, "i- it's disrespectful.." changkyun smirks again, this time devilishly, letting go of your face and lightly tapping your cheek, "good girl."

he continued his actions, kissing down your forearm as his slowly stripped you from your dress. it fell to the floor and changkyun went to suck at your nipple in an instant.

"while we were at dinner, these were all i could see." you had no bra, it had been cold so of course he could see your hardened nipples through the material and that drove him crazy.

you held onto his shoulders as he bent lower to catch your bud in his mouth, nipping and sucking lightly. soft and quiet moans left your lips, your nails digging into changkyun's jacket. he loved the sounds you made when he gave your boobs attention.. because he knew you enjoyed it so much.

changkyun stopped after a while, kissing up your chest to you neck and stopping at your lips, kissing you slowly then pulling away, "i've gotta surprise for you.. lay down."

you do as told and watch him walk to the side table, opening up the drawer and pulling out a black blindfolded. you smirk a bit, butterflies filling your tummy, "i didn't know you were into this kind of thing.."

"there's a lot of things we don't know about each other, honey." he says, placing the blindfold to your eyes. you couldn't figure out what he meant by that.. soon to find out eventually.

changkyun ties it behind your head, getting up and what sounded like stripping from his clothes. soon he sat behind you, your bare back flush against his chest. the cold fingertips of your boyfriend ran up your arm, shivers being sent down your spine. you let out a satisfied sigh, a bit more thankful that changkyun was taking his time. pressing your lips to together, you arch your back a bit the more his hands explored the nude parts of your body.

what shocked you was when you felt another pair of hands, much bigger than changkyun's, cupping under your breast, a gasp leaving you. this couldn't be changkyun.. obviously he was behind you.. and why did these hands feel so familiar?

you try sitting up and getting out of changkyun's grip but there was no use, he hook his arms with yours and pulls you down, "hope you enjoy your surprise, sweetie."

"c- changkyun.. what's.." you swallow hard, "what's going on?" you're breathing heavily, your body all of a sudden frozen.

he lets out a low chuckle, the other pair of hands toying with your nipples. you moan at the feeling, head falling back onto changkyun's shoulder.

"seems like your enjoying it." says a fimilar voice. fuck.

there was no way it was who you thought it was, and if it was.. why would changkyun allow this?

the blindfold is soon taken off you, your eyes being met with the man's right infront of you, "hello, y/n." shownu greets, what. the. hell.

it was like your body couldn't move anymore, it just didn't move. your limbs were stuck, throat so dry from how long your mouth hung open. this wasn't supposed to happen, how did he find out? you were in shock to say the least. fuck.

you started sleeping with shownu a couple months ago, was it wrong? yes, but did you care? not so much. you had a feeling changkyun had been doing the same, from coming home late to being weird and secretive on his phone and having sex with you only when he wanted to, so you said fuck it, why the hell not? and hit on shownu. he didn't seem to care much either, though changkyun was one of his closest buds and he knew how much of a dick he could be. so on that night, after a few drinks at the bar you two ran quickly to the bathroom and fucked right there and then. oh and did you feel guilty... but you continued, changkyun wouldn't be home and you'd immediately call shownu.

"it's valentine's day! come on~ what? don't you want your boyfriend and secret fuck buddy to fuck you?" changkyun's warm breath met your skin, chills traveling throughout your spine again.

you couldn't even gather all your thoughts, how and why was this happening? was this payback? but weren't you just doing what changkyun was doing?

changkyun chuckles again, "cat got your tongue?" you felt like you'd cry, you should've known you'd get caught up eventually.. especially knowing changkyun.

"you.. y- you were always gone.. coming home late, distant.. only fucked me when you wanted to," you trail on. it felt a bit odd and embarrassing to say this, mostly because shownu was around hearing every single word, "you hid your screen from me when we would sit together.. what else was i supposed to think?"

"so you're blaming this on me now?"

were you wrong? was it wrong for you to assume? absolutely.. yes, and you realized that tonight but.. when he's showing all the first few signs of cheating it's hard for you think not think that.

you stutter hard, barely able to get anything out from the shock you were in. you wanted to cry right there on the spot.

"shh, sh-" changkyun shushes you, "maybe i did.." he admitted, you weren't sure if he was serious "but that's a conversation for another day, for now.. i'm gonna have some help punishing you for your wrong doings."

all you could think of was how much you'd love for the both of them to throw you around and just treat you like a hole to fuck but part of you still was on the verge of tears, you seriously fucked up and that brought you here.

"angel," shownu says, brushing his thumbs across your buds, making you stutter, "you're gonna do as told.. if either of us have to say it again we won't be so nice to you."

"not that we're planning on being nice anyways." changkyun adds, shownu looks at the younger and smirks, his attention immediately back to you, "turn around." changkyun unhooks your arms and allows you to move.

you turn, now face to face with changkyun.. his eyes were mixed with darkness and anger but he rarely showed it on his face.. how could he be so ice cold? in this situation? it's like you wanted to kiss him as an apology but you knew that it wouldn't do shit, that wouldn't change what you did.

"i mean at least it wasn't some.. random guy, at least you're good at choosing who you'll cheat on me with." your heart ached. you wanted to scream that you were sorry over and over again though that wouldn't save you from the long night of pain and insults you'd be receiving, "you're just stupid thinking he wouldn't tell me eventually."

you slightly pout but fix it quickly before something else came out of changkyun, but he notices, "oh, don't look at me like that."

he moves up on the bed till your face was close to his clothed manhood. it was obviously hard, hard enough to see through his underwear. you look up like you were asking for permission, he just nods and with that your fingers are at the elastic band and pulling them down.

while you were focusing on giving your boyfriend attention, stuffing your mouth as soon as you sent him free, shownu was too busy running his hands along your ass, "these are so pretty, y/n." he says, talking about the black lace panties you had on which originally you put on for changkyun but now you were glad you wore them so both of them could enjoy how good you looked in them.

shownu's finger slipped between the lace and your skin, teasing you acting like he would take them off but then just run his digits along the waist band. you moan, sending vibrations to changkyun's cock which caused his hand to fly to your hair and pull your head up.

"do that again and you'll regret it," he says, shoving his cock right back into your mouth not hesitating to hit your throat and make you gag.

from the corner of your eye you see shownu walk to your side table that had a bucket of ice, a bottle of champagne resting inside that was for you and changkyun to celebrate.. obviously now caught up in something else. he picked up a peice of ice and your mind went to where anyone else's would, once he got back over to you he pulled your panties down till they were at the back of your knees. the ice met your skin, running down the curve of your ass then straight to your pussy, making you jump from the sudden coldness.

"is it cold, baby?" changkyun asks, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. it was.. very. but it's not like shownu was gonna stop.

you bop your head up and down, each time his tip hit your throat, groans fell from his lips, eyes rolling back. the sight was a good one to look at.

"just like that you nasty slut, remember who you belong to." changkyun pushes your head down further, face fucking you at this point.

the ice meets your clit and you could feel how fast your heart was racing, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, fuck did it feel amazing. shownu runs it up and down from your hole down to your clit, the ice melting the more he did that from how hot your heat had become, your arousal along with water dripping down your thighs.

you moan though changkyun told you not to, since everytime you did it sent vibrations straight to his tip which just made him get closer and closer to his orgasm and he did not wanna cum that quick. he wanted to destroy you. wanted to leave you dripping with both his and shownu's cum.

"i told you to stop doing that whore, don't you fucking listen?" he says aggressive but he still lets out a low groan afterwards.

you look up at him, eyes glossy, tears nearly falling out them from how much you'd been gagging. changkyun pulls your head up and decides to give you a break. you gasp for air, throat already sore.

when you caught your breath you quickly move back to get a hold of his dick but he pulls you away, grasping tightly onto your hair.

"don't be so needy now, do you wanna get fucked or are you gonna keep trying to prove to me that you're sorry?" how did he know what you were trying to do? i guess my actions spoke for themselves.

"p- please.. please fuck me." you manage to let out, the ice shownu was running along your skin eventually fully melting.

"i'll wait.." changkyun says, looking up at shownu smirking just so he got the message, "i'll think i'll let your fuck buddy do most the work for now."

changkyun pulls you up so you're closer to him, flipping you back over in the position you were in earlier. shownu grabs another ice cube once he was done fully undressing and gets onto the bed between your legs.

"i'm sure you missed having me inside you so bad." shownu teases, "watch it." changkyun says, his possessiveness quickly coming into play.

shownu shoves his cock into you slowly, moving the ice cube around your nipples. you began to whine and changkyun was quick to shut you up, shoving two fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, "shut up," he whispered into you ear.

"still so tight for a whore like you~" shownu coos, starting off with short thrusts once he bottoms out.

you close your eyes and nearly choke on changkyun digits when he pushes them further into your mouth. shownu was nearly in your belly from how big he was, it wasn't like it was your first time taking him but everytime he fucked you.. it always surprised you.

shownu's hips started to speed up, the ice cube melting the longer it was on your skin, changkyun just reaching over for another, this time he did it himself. he ran it along your tummy to under your breast, meeting your hard and sensitive buds going up to your collarbone. he was slow, but made sure every inch of your torso felt the coldness. while he was doing that, shownu was wreaking you, your back arching from the bed, groans coming from him. you moaned around changkyun's finger, it all felt so good, was too much. too good to be true.

"wet and warm all for us angel, how generous~" shownu teases again like he's good at doing, "your boyfriend's so nice, willing to share you with me."

"don't get too comfortable," changkyun warns, "this'll be the last time your fucking her so make the best of it." shownu just smirks and chuckles at the younger, giving your body the attention it needed. his cock stretched you out so well, you felt amazing to him, he felt amazing to you.. that's why the whole thing between you two continued.

you didn't feel anything romantic for shownu, you just wanted a good fuck and that's exactly what he provided you. he wanted the same, he didn't get much action cause he just didn't meet good girls and he was needy to say the least. so when he saw you at the bar that night, you two both in a drunken state.. everything felt like it needed to happen in that moment and so it did.

subconsciously, you were clenching around shownu making it difficult for him to pull out, you just sucking him right back in.

"does it feel that good baby, that you don't even want me to move? just wanna feel filled?" shownu says and kisses your tummy, licking up the melted ice, "you'll be filled with just enough, angel, when we're done with you." he pulls changkyun's fingers out by his wrist, earning a evil glare from him. shownu kisses your lips then sits back up so he could fuck you better.

his hands rested on the back of your thighs, pulling them up higher. no matter what, shownu always made sure you felt good before anything. you thought that's probably why you continued to sleep with him and not go around fucking several other people, he knew how to treat your body.. not that changkyun didn't, shownu was just a lot more gentle with you. it was like changkyun read your mind.. especially watching the way you looked at shownu as he fucked you. he felt so jealous and wanted to just call this off before shownu was able to finish and fuck you himself.

changkyun let the ice fully melt then got ahold of both your tits in his hands, nails digging into the skin, "think he's better than me?" he says through his teeth, "should just go home with him since you fancy him so much, yeah?"

you shook your head, whining and trying to get words out but.. you just couldn't. you kept trying but you just shook your head.

"no? you'd miss being treated like a useless whore huh? he can't give it to you rough like i can." he says, this made shownu upset, like you were his. he hated how changkyun spoke like he wasn't right there.

shownu moved one hand, going to rub your clit then moving his hips faster like he was trying to prove changkyun wrong. choked out moans left your throat and you felt like heaven, pushing up into changkyun's hands, hips bucking up.

"you look pretty like this, taking my dick like a good girl." shownu thought of things he could say that would make changkyun's blood boil and there was many things that would piss changkyun off but shownu just wanted to make him feel jealous because he made you feel so good, "it's like you were made for me, just for me."

he looks up, eyes meeting changkyun's. oh, he looked pissed and shownu smirked in satisfaction. changkyun used your breasts like a stress ball, squeezing them so tight to the point his fingertips turned white.

"j- just for you." you decided to say because you knew shownu was just trying to piss your boyfriend off so you played along with it.

changkyun let's one of your boobs go and slaps you across your face, "the fuck is wrong with you?!" he sounded angry, he thought how could you? how could you even say something like that knowing he was behind you?

"you're gonna fucking get it, stupid bitch.. just trust me." your cheek felt hot after being slapped with such force.

you throw your head back into changkyun's shoulder and turn your head to look into his eyes. he looked beyond pissed, beyond angry, more than he was before. all this pent up anger he had kept inside since the day he found out was already enough to make him mad. he acted like he didn't know a thing, thinking you'd maybe tell him.. thinking you'd maybe stop but shownu told him everytime he was on the way to your house. he wanted to pretend nothing happened and told shownu to do the same and everytime changkyun looked at you he just felt disgusted and hurt that it was extremely hard to have sex with you for the first week he knew.

"i should hate you.." he says very quitely. the thing was is that he didn't, he loved you so much but was just so hurt by your actions and didn't wanna show it though he was angry, he was like this any time you acted up.. this was just different and yet you still couldn't see pain in his eyes.

your orgasm was approaching quickly, the knot in your stomach growing tighter. changkyun knew your body and could tell when you were about to cum even if he wasn't the one fucking you.

"you're not cumming, don't even think about it." changkyun says and you whine, "shut the hell up." you close your eyes and pray that this would soon be over with, "fuck~" shownu groans and sped up his thrusts which didn't help you from not cumming, you didn't know how much longer you could hold it.

his cock twitched inside you, the faster he went the closer he got to his high soon shooting his load deep inside you, "f- uck yeah~ m' gonna miss fucking this pretty wet pussy, doll face," he says while riding out his high, "wish you weren't on birth control so you'd have my babies and i'd have to be around." shownu jokes but changkyun took it literally, scoffing behind you.

"fuck you." changkyun spat, "you should come fuck your girlfriend before she starts leaking on your sheets." shownu says, pulling out of you and getting off the bed, pulling his pants up.

they swap spots, shownu's warm body now on yours, bare chest pressed against your back. you could feel the pounding of his heart. changkyun was quick to aim his cock at your entrance, slipping in and fucking shownu's cum back into you. he groaned at the sensation, your messing warm walls wrapping around him so tightly. he wasted no time, wanting to fuck you quick and hard like he wanted to do the day he found out about your secret. he wanted to make you regret ever even thinking cheating on him was a good idea.

"y- you feel so good k- kyunnie!" you moan outloud, "oh, so now i feel good? weren't thinking that when you were fucking him.. hm? were you?"

he was trying to make you feel guiltier than you already were feeling. there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it and you knew this, you apologize repeatedly to him inside your head and even if you were to say it out loud, changkyun couldn't give less of a fuck. nothing could be fixed but that didn't stop changkyun from fucking you till you were seeing stars.

the only thing that he could think to do as revenge was to go out and fuck one of your friends, but no that was wrong.. but you did it? but you hurt him.. he just wanted to do the same. the more he thought about everything the more his body filled up with anger which just cause him to fuck into you rougher, tip hitting your g-spot. your body was squirming like crazy, shownu at some point having to hold your upper body down, your breathing grew heavy, loud moans filling the room along with skin slapping and the praising and degrading come from the man behind you and the man infront of you.

you missed when he'd fuck you like this, before he was sneaking around god knows where with god knows who. your body became fuzzy, the big arms that were wrapped around your torso made you feel warm and protected as your boyfriend made your lower half go numb. eyes fluttering close, nothing could even be heard anymore, it just went quiet.. not that there wasn't any noise going on still but your brain just stopped working as well as your ears. you really were fucked dumb.

your mind went to so many different places and the way changkyun was fucking you, moans no longer coming from you more like hard breaths and whines.

"stupid slut," changkyun says and you finally snapping back to reality, "ever think about cheating on me again.. i fucking will destroy you." he groans low, making the prettiest noises and signaling that he was getting close.

"you should feel ashamed of yourself y/n, you're a cheating.. greedy.. needy.. dirty little slut." shownu says into your ear.

"oh shut up, yo- you did it t-" you're cut off by a slap to your breast and then that same hand wrapping around your throat, letting out a loud whimper as soon as it happened, "don't be a fucking smart ass." changkyun says, gripping tighter at your neck.

you close your mouth not realizing how long you had been holding it open, your tongue became dry and throat that felt sore earlier just felt even more painful, changkyun hand adding to the pain.

"nothing but a hole to fuck.. is what you are. what the hell were you thinking? hm? wanna fuck all my friends?" going impossibly rougher the angrier he got, fingers tightening. he just wanted to hurt you. leaving bruises to your heart and body, only way he'd get his anger out.

tears fell from your eyes, overwhelmed, hurt, mad about your previously ruined orgasm. like you thought before, it all felt like too much. maybe he was right. maybe you were just a hole to fuck and that's not how you wanted to be seen but after fucking his closest friend for two nearly three months how else could you think. it made you a bad girlfriend and not one moment in those few months did you feel guilty about it.

you open your eyes to look at changkyun. i'm sorry. that's all you could think. i'm sorry. he lifted his head and looked at you, his gaze burning a hole into your soul.

"and now you're crying? i should be crying don't you think? you're the one who actually cheated, you don't know what i was doing." changkyun's nostrils flaring, jaw clenching. you've seen him mad.. but never like this, could you blame him?

it pained you to him this way, he just looked away before he let his feelings get the best of him, looking down at where you two connected and fucking you till he was cursing under his breath and adding to the mess inside you. walls being painted white, the mixture of the two loads you had leaking out of you while changkyun still thrusted into you hard.

"cum for us, it'll probably get you off knowing how much of a slut you are." changkyun says.

shownu finally adds to the pleasure to your body, rolling both your buds between his fingers. the hand on your throat finally letting go and slapping your inner thighs once more. you released right there and then, stomach and pussy feeling full, your moans echoing off the walls while more tears fell down your face.

"that's right angel, you love being treated badly hm?" you nod in response to shownu's question. he leaves a kiss to your cheek as if it was his way of saying goodbye to your sexual relationship, wrapping you tightly in his arms as you rode out your orgasm. your nails dug into shownu's thighs, nearly going through the denim of his jeans.

changkyun stopped but your hips still moved, catching your breath and letting your body go limp. you feel empty yet still full when changkyun pulls out, leaking out onto the bed sheets. shownu gives one last kiss onto your forehead, slipping from under you to grab his shirt and shoes, putting them on.

changkyun pulls his boxers up and they say their goodbyes to each other. they both look at you in your fucked out state, cum still falling from out of you. shownu chuckles and shakes his head.

"goodbye y/n." he knew this wouldn't be your last time seeing each other, but he did know this'll be your last time seeing each other like this.

once shownu left, you cleaned yourself up by taking a short shower while changkyun cleaned up the room and bed, setting out clothes for you and getting under the covers. when you got out and returned to the room, there was an obvious tension between you two especially when you made eye contact. you got dressed and went under the covers with him, laying beside your boyfriend. changkyun reaches behind him to turn off his lamp, it was dark but the little light that came through the window from the night lit up very few features on his face.

his hand was now resting on your face, brushing some of your stray hairs away and ran his thumb along your cheek.

"we can talk more about this in the morning but i wasn't cheating on you..." your heart fell to your stomach, changkyun's thumb still brushing across your face wiping tears, "i was in contact with my ex.. we didn't sleep together but i did go see her multiple times, i realize that it's still wrong now, i'm sorry."

you couldn't even be mad knowing all that pain that you had caused him, but still.. this was all going on behind your back before you had done any of that. it was all just too toxic and who knew what'd happen after all of this.

"chang-gkyun, i-" "you just needed some attention, i wasn't giving it to you so i get it. it's not like you had romantic feelings for shownu, right? just promise me it won't happen again.. i want you two to be nothing more than friends."

you nod, still sobbing, "a- and wha- t about he- her," you manage to let out.

"i blocked her two weeks ago.. i was gonna tell you but then i found out about this and yunno," he says. "kyunnie, i'm sorry." changkyun takes you into his arms, holding you against his chest and kissing your forehead, shushing you, "we'll talk more in the morning," completely disregarding your apology for now, "get some rest."

[phxraon]

Just a little rant about episode 10

See, I'm kinda not interested in Daemon if they ruin his relationship with Rhaenyra. I mean, the only good quality about him is his devotion to her - if the whole Nettles bullshit happens then that's just very 🤮🤮🤮 like, seriously. What's even the point of his character if he's not with Rhaenyra? What and who is he fighting for? They're just out here straight up making him a whole villian by stripping away his few good qualities while they made Aemond's worst crime an accident...this green team whitewashing is off the rails. First Alicent misunderstands Viserys, then Cole "accidentally" kills Beesbury, then Aemond "accidentally" offs Luke. The only one from team green who is actually evil is Larys - but they only give him the job of burning people. He does nothing else, except maybe jerk off. Aegon is a r@pist - but apparently, according to Sara Hess, I'm supposed to feel sympathy for him. Now by season 2 the general audience is gonna forget that he r@ped kids, so everything is fine for them I guess.

Daemon on the other hand is probably gonna do B&C with his own hands, since apparently he's the only bad person in the show and the writers hate him.

When GRRM said that Daemon is a grey character, I thought we would get a grey character. Tyrion and Jaime are grey characters. When is Daemon going to become a grey character - because so far he's been a full blown villian. They cut out every single thing from the book that makes him a grey character and they only left in the bad parts, so now in the eyes of the general audience, he's just a villain.

The ONE person that Daemon was not supposed to lay hands on is Rhaenyra. Him choking her out of nowhere IS character assassination. Yes, he left her in the brothel after he felt guilty, and yes, he killed Rhea (the wife that he never chose and never loved, the wife that he was forced to marry) - but just because he did those things doesn't mean that he would physically abuse the one person that he's meant to love. The actors, the showrunners, the writers (except Sara Hess) have all said that Daemon loves Rhaenyra and Viserys. One dies, so he chokes the other one?

"He wants the throne" No he doesn't?? If he actually wanted it, he could have taken it. If Daemon actually wanted the throne he wouldn't have kneeled before Rhaenyra, he would have easily disobeyed her commands and gone to war by himself. By now Daemon has had a thousand opportunities to take the throne if he actually wanted it.

I'm just so confused now about his character. In one scene he's good, in the other he's bad, then he's good, then he's bad again. In one scene he chokes Rhaenyra, in the next scene they hold hands...and she doesn't question it?? She just doesn't care that he choked her??

[dsmutp]

Your c!slimecicle smut was so good I just have to ask for another one. Could you do a c!slimecicle x male reader that’s also a hybrid of something? Like maybe a hybrid like badboyhalo but only half demon. The reader is the only one willing to teach Charlie stuff and be patient with him.

If your not comfortable with male readers then you can change it to female ^^

yeah no probs dude - i myself am genderfluid so switching genders aint a problem

Old Slime, New Tricks (C!Slimecicle X Reader)

Las Nevadas was an odd bunch.

It seemed like Quackity had gone out of his way to collect the most eccentric of characters from around the SMP - a half creeper who happened to also be the warden of the prison, a little alien boy who hated everything and everyone, the fox son of the ex-president of L'Manburg, a literal god... the list went on.

Las Nevadas may have been an odd bunch, but as a half demon yourself, you fit right in.

In a constantly changing land plagued with wars, Las Nevadas was a welcome break from the constant battlefield anywhere else. Here, you could settle down, catch your breath - you even had time to get back to some of the hobbies you had enjoyed before everyone had started killing each other.

Hell, you had a real job here - and it was the easiest job you'd ever had.

When you'd first moved into the area, Quackity had all but shoved Charlie at you, assigning you both his babysitter and teacher. You had been a bit disgruntled at the responsibility at first, but even grudgingly you admitted it made sense. If anyone was going to be teaching someone how to be human, having someone that had had to learn human tendencies themselves was probably a good idea.

If you'd taught yourself how to be lean into your human side, you could teach a sentient slime man how to do it.

It helped that Charlie was eager to learn - his endless enthusiasm made the job kind of fun, actually. He was a ray of sunshine even on your bad days, and over time as you showed him the ropes of humanity, you had actually come to really like him.

Maybe too much, but that was a different story.

He had made great leaps and bounds as a student - he had learned basic interactions in almost no time, and he had stopped slipping up with motor functions so much anymore (it had been at least two weeks since the last time he'd forgotten how joints worked and bent his knees the wrong way).

Now, you were working on reading. You were sprawled out on one of the leather couches in the casino, reading over Charlie's shoulder as he read aloud.

"...voice low enough that it was more of a groll? Grawl? What does this one say?"

Were you teaching Charlie to read using pulpy erotica? Perhaps. It was really Quackity's fault though - it was all he had laying around the casino.

"Growl." You supplied.

Charlie blinked down at the page before looking over at you. "He's growling at her? Like an animal?"

You shrugged. "It's supposed to be sexy."

Charlie nodded slowly - confusion written plain on his face. "Right."

You shook your head, amused. "Charlie, do you get whats happening in the book right now?"

Charlie looked down at the open pages in his lap before he glanced back up to you, nodding. "He's going to kill her."

You laughed, pulling the book from him and holding it. "No, they're going to have sex."

"So he's not going to kill her?"

"Literally the opposite." You said, thumbing down the corner of the page you were on. "Do you remember how in the beginning of the book, she was saying how she was drawn to him?"

"Yup!"

"It's because she's attracted to him." You explained. "And since meeting him, she's gotten to know him some more now, and she thinks she loves him, right?"

"I remember that part, it was in chapter 11!" Charlie chimed in.

"So when two people love each other, they have sex." You said. "It's just something you do with someone you love a lot to make them feel really good."

"I see." Charlie said, a pensive look coming over his face. "Can we have sex then?"

You choked on air, eyes snapping over to him and away from the book. "Sorry?"

"You said people do it when they love each other." Charlie said with all seriousness. "And I love you very much, so can we have sex."

You blinked at him, taking in the genuinely questioning expression on his face. He was serious. He actually wanted to do this. And even though you knew you probably shouldn't, since you were basically a babysitter for him, you knew what you were going to say.

"Yeah, sure."

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"Okay, so it's going to work a little differently then how it did in the book." You said, stripping your pants off so that you were fully naked.

Your clothes joined Charlie's on the floor, and you sat on the edge of the bed next to him, scanning over his skin. He was just as comfortable without his clothes as he was in them, and seemed plenty eager to get on with the actual activity.

"Since you and I are both in possession of dicks," You said, sliding a hand over Charlie's thigh to take him in your hand. "Obviously it's going to be a different arrangement."

In your hand, Charlie's slime rippled with excitement.

"Oh that's fucking weird."

"Sorry." Charlie said. "I didn't mean-"

"Didn't say it wasn't hot though." You finished, moving your hand to Charlie's chest to push him back onto the bed. Leaning down close to his ear, you whispered, "Do you mind if I do the fucking? I've been wanting to for a while now."

This time, Charlie's whole body rippled. "Yes please."

You took the opportunity to press downward, letting your hipbones meet his as you nosed along his neck, enjoying the way his skin actually moved to meet you. He gasped as you sank your teeth into his neck, leaving a love bite right on the slightly slimy skin. At this rate, he would be a puddle of slime by the time you were done.

Propping yourself up so that you hovered over him with one hand, you used the other to travel down his side, feeling as his skin moved and gave with the touch of a hand. "I probably won't even have to stretch you out..." You mused. "I could just slid right in if I wanted to..."

"Go for it man." Charlie said, the end of his sentence getting lost in a whimper as you lined yourself up and pushed in in one go.

As expected, there was no resistance - the slime only giving way and perfectly molding around you. You let out a shaky exhale as the feeling of it all rushed over you, tucking your face into Charlie's shoulder for a moment.

"This feels weird." Charlie said.

"Bad weird?"

"No?" Charlie replied. "It's kind of... nice."

You smiled, pressing a quick kiss over the mark you had left earlier. "You're going to love this next bit then."

You began to roll your hips, thrusting in and out of Charlie, listening to the squelch of the slime as it continued to mold around you even as you moved. It was perfect - squeezing around you without being too constricting, but dragging across every patch of skin as you moved, lighting up all your nerves.

You had only just started, and Charlie was already the best lay you'd ever had.

"Wow." Charlie gasped, fisting his hands into the sheets. "You were right- ah-"

He broke off into a soft moan as you picked up the pace, savoring the grind of your hips together. Moving from where you had your face pressed into his shoulder, you locked your lips together with his, silencing the moan halfway through with a kiss.

If the sweet drag against your cock kept up, you weren't going to last much longer. And judging by the way Charlie's skin was beginning to ripple under your touch again, neither was he.

You pounded into him for the last few thrusts until he was coming, his entire body giving into a fit of shudders as his skin rippled. It was the strangest sensation, feeling the rippling as he was wrapped around you, but it was what pushed you over the edge. You came with a groan, slumping forward to lay on Charlie's chest.

For a moment, it was quiet.

"So?" You asked.

"I would like to have sex again please."