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[kemonomimichiru]

How it feels to find a fanfic where your favorite character is going through literally the worst horrors you can imagine

[erensfeed]

DO NOT LEAVE ME IN THE SAME ROOM WITH THESE TWO POSSESSIVE GUYS UNLESS YOU WANT THE EARTH’S POPULATION TO QUADRUPLE IN NUMBERS

[kissenturine]

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀 boothill x m!reader — 3.3k words, not proofread, minors do not interact

TO NOTE: mechanic!reader, sub!reader, reader gives boothill a dick, reader takes away his censorship, mean dom!boothill, maybe ooc!boothill, fingering, heavy heavy dirty talk, boothill calls reader a whore & slut, boothill steps on reader's dick, blowjobs (boothill receiving), degradation. lmk if i missed anything!!

KAI SAYS: boy am i down bad for this little space cowboy

As a hardworking mechanic, you often pride yourself on your accomplishments. You—like any decent one—had many. From what you worked with to what you managed to fix, there were many things that could be considered impressive to a crowd.

None of them, however, were as impressive as the time you managed to remove Boothill’s censorship and give him back what he called: “a missing piece of his heart.”

Your dimly lit mechanic shop is cluttered with tools amongst other sharp things. Scattered about every flat surface usable is a screw, nail, wire, metal board—anything you could make use of. In the centre of the workshop is the only real space you kept clean.

Sitting in the middle of the room is a large, metallic workbench. It’s impressive, to say the least. Hooked up to an uncountable number of wires, switches and knobs decorating the sides, tools hanging from hooks, everything about it is a sight to behold.

What’s more impressive—even more magnificent—is the man sitting on top of it.

With his legs sprawled out and his head idly lolling from side to side, Boothill himself is a man to bless the eyes. The way his body worked, how each wire and sensor inside his cyborg body worked in tandem with each other to create the masterpiece that was him.

Of course, you only think like that because you’re a mechanic. You know how hard it is to put together a synesthetic body part, let alone a whole human being.

To people who don’t know the complexities of machinery, they might just think he’s a handsome cyborg. And really, they weren’t wrong. Whoever created his body, whether it was Boothill himself or another person, was quite the artist with the way they’d managed to create Boothill as a cyborg and still leave in his human charm.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Boothill grumbles, pulling you very quickly out of your thoughts. “Ya gonna continue starin’ or ya gonna actually help a guy out?” He waved at the dent in his hip, a noticeable cave to the metal plate.

“Yes, yes.” You huff. While you did find the cyborg part of Boothill impressive, his personality… not so much. He was endearing at times, but mostly he could be a pain in the ass.

A lot of the time, he’d get himself scratched and broken just to come back to you only when he’s on the brink of shutting down. Or, he’d either only come to you with the smallest, most irrelevant and easy-to-fix problems known to man.

His current state being the latter.

You make your way carefully over to Boothill, dropping to your knees beside the workbench to inspect the minimal damage done to his hip. “It’s… not even that bad.” You murmur, eyes darting up to his. “You could probably play it off as a hip dip or something.”

“Nope!” Boothill grunts, moving his metallic hand to tap against the metal of his hip. “Not happenin’ cutie. Need this body o’ mine to be in tip-top condition for my next bounty.” He grins widely, stretching his legs in front of him as he rests his arms back behind his head.

You only roll your eyes in response, already pulling out your screwdriver to replace Boothill’s so-called “broken” hip. “Whatever you say then…” You grumble, working away at the screws on the plate.

“Thanks, sweet cheeks.” Boothill hums, absentmindedly picking at the metal of his shoulder.

You wince at the nickname, your eyes shifting from where you’re working to Boothill’s face. “What’s with the nicknames…?” You say, voicing your curiosity. “We’ve known each other for what, six months now?” You raise an eyebrow at him before you continue. “Six months, and we're not even dating yet you always seem to use some form of a nickname.”

“Well,” Boothill hums, “the guy that made this good ol’ body of mine decided I would benefit from losing a thing or two. Those bein’ my ability to swear and of course my clock.”

“Your… clock?” You give him a confused look as you screw the metal back into place, finishing off his new hip.

“No, no, cutie, not an actual clock.” Boothill rolls his eyes. “My, uh, manhood, ya know?”

“Your…” You trail off. “Oh.”

He grins at you, opening his legs widely on the table. “Look if ya want, I got nothin’ to hide down there.” He gives you a wink before leaning further into your workbench.

You glance down at his crotch and see that it is, indeed, very flat. I guess what he said is true then…

You’re about to pick up your tools when you hear Boothill call for you, his name dropping from his lips. “Hey, uh, you don’t happen to have any o’ those synesthetic clocks, do ya?”

You give Boothill a blank look. While you did have a few lying around, as per a customer who was willing to pay a hefty price of seven million credits for one, you didn’t think Boothill would want one.

“Yeah…” You eventually respond. “I do.”

Boothill’s eyes widen as if he wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes. “Oh, mother fudgin’!” He says before eagerly jumping off the workbench. “Please,” he begs, “ya gotta hook me up with one! Haven’t felt it in so long, ‘s like a piece of my heart’s been missing!”

You cringe at his choice of terminology before looking up at the pleading man. “Well, they cost a hefty price—”

“I’m willin’ t’pay!” Boothill cries, the same pleading tone still present in his voice. “Please, anythin’ for my clock back!”

“I—y’know what, fine.” You grumble, not having the energy to think up an argument. You wave your hand at your workbench. “Sit on the edge while I grab one. I’m just gonna assume you want the biggest size.”

You hear the faint rumble of Boothills laugh. “Oh, darlin’ you know me so well!”

You roll your eyes, pulling out a key to unlock a drawer where you kept your synesthetic… manhoods. You eye them all, cautiously taking one on the very left end before closing the drawer and going back up to Boothill.

“So.” You say, holding the synesthetic member awkwardly in front of Boothill. “Eight inches, pretty thick, the colour an’ design of the metal goes pretty well with your cyborg parts, I think it matches you.”

“Oh-ho-ho!” Boothill grins, his sharp teeth shining under the light. “Now that's what I’m talking about. Can’t wait to have my fudgin’ shift back.”

You roll your eyes at the censorship before tapping Boothill’s knee. “Spread your legs, gotta get to you if you want me to actually put this on.”

Boothill gives you a teasing look and you already know what he’s about to comment on. “If you wanted to see my new duck in action, ya could’ve jus’ asked.” He grins and you roll your eyes again. Just what you predicted.

“Shut up and spread your legs.” You say, a harsh tone evident in your voice. This time Boothill complies, his knees spreading as you once again take your place, kneeling on the floor—this time between his legs.

Slowly, you unscrew the metal panel on Boohill’s crotch area.

Once it’s fully out, you take a peek into the hole you just opened, trying to grasp what you’re working with. You puff out your cheeks, sighing as you peer into the hole between Boothill’s legs.

There’s an assortment of jumbled wires, a few switches, and—is that a remote control? With two fingers, you manage to pry your way into the cavity in Boothill’s crotch. Lithly and carefully, you pull the remote from the little clasp it was stuck in before sliding it out.

You inspect it cautiosly, taking note of how there’s only one singular switch on the flat of it. You contemplate flipping it, but then it crosses your mind that touching random things that came from inside Boothill’s body wasn’t the best idea.

Setting the remote to the side for later, you continue your work with Boothill’s new member.

Carefully, very, very carefully, you attach each wire to the base of Boothill’s new appendage, making sure everything is kept neat and tidy. With a quick glance up at Boothill, you can instantly tell he’s at least somewhat relaxed.

“Boothill.” You call, tapping the inside of his metal thigh. “I’m gonna connect the synesthesia now, so you might get a bit…” You cough awkwardly. “Aroused… But just ignore it and try not to like—y’know, cum all over my face.”

Boothill grins down at you, once again flashing you his sharp teeth. “Don’t worry, pretty boy, I’ve got some self-control.”

You nod your head, cautiously pushing the two wires together. The instant you twist them into place, you hear Boothill let out a loud groan. “Fudge, I missed this.” He murmurs, his dick twitching to life right in front of your face.

The sight, being able to watch as the new tip of his metal cock twitches and lifts, sends a shiver down your spine—one you chose to ignore as much as possible. Your hands go back to his shaft, gently pressing a screw in and Boothill lets out a loud hiss, his dick twitching in your hand.

“Darlin’ you’re teasin’ me.” He grunts before peering down at you through half-lidded eyes.

You don’t say anything, making sure to work carefully at his dick, making sure everything is functioning. As you trail your hand along the underside of his shaft, Boothill’s thigh twitches, pushing against your head and forcing your face closer to his cock.

You let out a squeal of surprise, eyes darting up to Boothill, whose face is flushed a warm pink with his teeth pulled between his lips. “Didn’t know this would affect you this much.” You murmur, a playful edge in your voice. You hate to admit it, but you’re already half-hard from being so close to Boothill and working on him in such an… intimate way.

“Shut it, darling.’” The cyborg grunts, and you laugh at the way his hands curl into fists beside him. “Haven’t felt like this in a while.”

“I can tell.” You hum, tapping his tip a few times and smirking at the loud groan that leaves his lips.

“Fudging—” Boothill grunts, his hand grabbing tightly at your shoulder as you stand up. “Such a fudgin’ tease, aren’t ya, sweetie?”

“Dunno what you're talking about Boothill.” You say, feigning innocence. Sitting up from your kneeling position you grab the remote. “Any idea what this is?” You question, showing it to Boothill.

He eyes it carefully before shrugging. “Nah, got no clue.”

“Well, that’s a shame.” You huff. “Cause I found it inside you.”

Boothill gapes at you, his jaw going slack. “Inside me!?” He roars. “And you just—just took it out!? What if I need that to live?!”

“Relax, cowboy,” you groan, his loud voice getting on your nerves slightly, “it wasn’t connected to anything, and you seem pretty fine now.”

Boothill glares at you seemingly having forgotten about his rock-hard erection standing tall against his metal abs. “Give it here.” He says, making a ‘give’ motion with his fingers. He practically snatches it from your hand the instant you’re within arm's reach, his hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer as he grabs at the remote. “Hmm…” He hums, inspecting it in his hands. Slowly, he slides the panel down, revealing two short words that make the two of you gasp.

“Censorship… Control.” Boothill reads, and you instantly snatch the remote into your hands.

“Hey!” Boothill yells! “Wait a darn minute—I need that!”

“No,” you respond flatly, “you don’t. Whoever built in that censorship must’ve done it for a reason—”

“Yeah!” Boothill grunts. “To annoy the fudge outa me!” He growls again, desperately trying to reach for the remote again. “Oh, fudgin’ give it! What’ll it take for you to give me the darn thing?!”

You grin.

Finally, he asked.

“I think a good enough payment would be to test out this new dick of yours.”

Boothill’s expression turns from anger and annoyance to a smirk in the blink of an eye. His hands are no longer grabbing at the remote, and instead resting on your waist. “Oh?” He coos. “Didn’t know you liked me that much.” He smirks, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “But a test drive would be so much more fun if I had my swearin’ back. Think of all the dirty lil’ things I could say to you, hm?”

Your face flushes as you feel Boothill’s cool breath fan over your ear. “I bet you'd really like if I turned it off, be able to swear to your heart’s content” You do your best to stand your ground, ignoring the blood that rushes to your cock and the way your pants grow tight. “But I think I can think of a better way to put your mouth to use.”

Boothill growls lowly, his grip moving from your waist to your ass to give it a harsh squeeze. “Turn it off and I might just show you what this mouth of mine is capable of.”

“Hmph.” You grunt. “Fine. Let's see how dirty this mouth of yours can get, Boothill." You whisper, your warm breath fanning over his chest. With that, you’re flicking his censorship off, once again leaving Boothill free to say whatever he wants.

“Atta boy.” He growls.

Boothill’s eyes narrow as you flick the remote, effectively ending his censorship. Your face flushes, watching his lips pull into a wide grin as he grips your ass, tugging down your pants and leaving them dropped at your ankles. “Don’t worry whore, I’ll show you just how good I am.” Boothill growls, his voice dropping an octave. “I’ll have you screaming my name while you’re wrapped ‘round my cock.”

You don’t say anything, only moving to press your face further into his neck.

“I’ll tell you every dirty word, every filthy thought that crosses my mind while I pound into your tight fuckin’ hole.” Boothill groans, starting to tug down your boxers too.

And suddenly, like he only now could process the extent that he could speak, Boothill is tugging you away from him only to press his lips harshly into you, murmuring into the kiss as he does. “You little slut, I’m gonna fuck you till you’re stuffed fuckin’ full of my dick. You’ll be drenched in your own cum, worshiping my cock, begging for more.” He lets out a loud groan, pulling away. “And don’t think you can fuckin’ hide, ‘cause I’ll take you right here an’ now, on your stupid workbench.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, watching the sight of your absolute arousal dripping down your dick.

“Look at you, so fuckin’ hard.” He wraps his palm around your cock, giving it a sharp tug before pulling his hand away only to return with a sharp slap against your tip. “Bet you’d pull your pants down for anyone on the street, like a common whore.”

You whine, knees buckling at the slap. You collapse onto Boothill’s chest, letting out a plethora of pathetic sounds as you do.

“Aww.” Boothill coos, lifting your chin to face him. “This weak already?”

He grips your body, getting off your workbench only to lay you on top of it. You lay flat on your tummy, with you face pressed into the thin padding of the workbench.

“You’re gonna be a good boy now, an’ take what I give you, ‘kay?” Boothil says, bending your knees to push your ass into the air. His finger teases your puckered hole, tracing your rim, but never pushing anything in,

“Boothill.” You whine. “Put it in already!”

“What’d I say?” Boothill growls, bringing down a hand against your ass in a harsh spank. “That you’re gonna take what?”

“T-Take what you give me!” You whine, pressing your face into the cushion in embarrassment.

You can’t believe what’s currently happening. Here you are, face down and your ass in the air as Boothill eases a finger into your tight hole, occasionally giving mean spanks against your balls and ass.

Eventually, Boothill presses his first finger in. The feeling makes you gasp out, your back arching against the workbench. His fingers are so thick. You whine out, instinctively rocking your hips against his fingers.

“That’s it.” Boothill praises, bringing a hand to rub your back gently. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, like a good lil’ slut.” He presses in another finger, beginning to match the pace of your hips as he curls them.

He thrusts them in and out, and in and out until you’re seeing stars. Your eyes are rolled back, drool slipping from your lips as you moan and writhe against Boothill’s hand. He curls his fingers, easily finding your prostate and laughing cruelly when your dick twitches.

“Fuck, you’re so easy.” He moans, watching you fuck against his fingers. Slowly, he grabs his new metal dick, dragging the cool tip across the crack of your ass. You whine, your eyes squeezing shut at the cold sensation.

“Boothill!” You moan out. “D-Don’t stop, I—I’m so close!”

“Oh?” He questions. “And who told you that you had any right to tell me what to do?”

Just like that, he’s pulling his fingers away from you. You’re a whining, crying mess at that. Sobbing about how you needed his fingers, his dick, his anything to make you come. “Please!” You beg. “Need t’cum so badly!”

“Really?” Boothill smirks. “If that’s really what you want…” He tugs you off the workbench, watching you fall to the floor into a pathetic heap. “Then beg me for it.”

You nod eagerly, instantly getting on your knees and kissing against Boothill’s hard cock. The rough concrete of the floor is painful against your bare knees, but you can make due.

You’re quick to take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool metal before pressing your lips slightly lower. Your tongue presses down, forced to drag along his underside the more you take him in.

You blink up at Boothill, tears welling in your eyes as you plead with him to help you. Help you. Use you. It didn’t matter.

Boothill lets out a tsk before grabbing your hair harshly. “What happened to my smart mechanic I knew so well? When’d he get replaced by this cock-hungry bitch who can’t even suck dick to save his life?”

At that, Boothill’s pressing your face all the way down. Your nose pokes at the cold metal of his pelvis before he’s pulling you back and thrusting his dick deep down your throat. He sets a quick pace, fucking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a fleshlight for him to use and throw away at his disposal.

Your jaw hangs slack, tongue forcefully dragging along the metal of his cock. Drool slips from your lips but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when your mouth is being stuffed so full. Boothill’s pace quickens and you moan weakly around his cock, feeling something poke at your own.

From what you manage to see through the corner of your eye, Boothill is stepping on your dick, rubbing the sole of his dirty shoe against your tip as it leaks precum all over the rough concrete. The feeling of his shoe on your dick, his cock stuffing your mouth—it’s all enough to send you over the edge.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your cock twitching pathetically under Boothill’s shoe as you shoot ropes of cum from your tip. Some of it sticks to the bottom of his shoe, and some squirts farther. Boothill laughs, rubbing his shoe harder into your dick, watching you whine around his cock.

“C’mon slut, you can take it. This is the payment you wanted, so don’t go crying on me now.”

© KISSENTURINE. do not translate, plagiarize, edit, or repost

[mygnolia]

JUST ANOTHER LOVE SONG ୨୧ l. heeseung

୨୧ -› he's your high school sweetheart; something that was meant to be, written in the stars.

pair -› (student body) secretary!heeseung x vice pres! reader | wc -› 1k | cw -› just lots of kisses! | for @jlheon 's entopia event!! proud of u for 1k!

highschool is for growth, youth, and naivety. but highschool is where you meet lee heeseung, which makes all those other factors insignificant. 

highschool relationships aren’t easy; if everything in your lives is tumultuous and ever changing, how can you expect your love with lee heeseung to stay the same? it’s like a field of flowers- and as much as you wished its beauty to be forever, it wilts, and sprouts with the seasons. 

and things are never perfect, but you two make it work, through the good and bad, and that’s what makes it worth fighting for. and you love heeseung, enveloping him in all of those ‘disgusting, couply’ feelings that make life more memorable. 

you bump into student body secretary heeseung one time in the hallway, and he helps you carry one of the many bags you had prepared for decorations headed to the student body classroom. it’s tidy, as your president and friend jungwon likes the classroom to be, with one of your favorite kind-hearted teachers looking over your meetings every week. 

and you’ve known of lee heeseung. you’ve heard his singing as you pack up after long and tedious days full of planning. you’ve done student body bondings with him not quite by your side- but with you nonetheless. but this is the first time you’ve seen him in a more romantic light- and you like it more than you expect. 

as heeseung still carries your bags, you tell him about how stressful planning winter formal is, considering how the venue was secured with immense luck. usually, in october, there’s nothing left for schools who procrastinate, but your principal didn’t make it easy to be proactive in the first place. 

your love blossoms here, where he opens the door for you and laughs at your little jokes- where lee heeseung is in his element with park jongseong as treasurer and jungwon helping you all. it blossoms easily, when you two snicker in the back of the classroom and poke lighthearted fun at jay when he talks about his emails and responses. it’s fleeting- almost impossible to catch, but there’s a shift in the air after he really meets you. he helps you plan a bit more after hearing your struggles, and you make neat folders for his documents and reach out about government in hopes of starting conversations, even if it was about school. you two sit near each other, buy food for each other after stressful finals, and to be honest, it all goes by fast. it’s scary to know you’ve developed solid feelings by his birthday where you write him a sweet note with a meaningful gift, or by winter when you kiss him for the first time. 

your love is young, and full of recklessness- but you two work through all the problems that comes with being so hopelessly in love in a time like highschool. 

and within moments where you cry to him on the phone, or times where either of you mess up and have to apologize, there are moments that make your heart swell, too. like, when he tells you he loves you for the first time as perhaps a slip of the tongue, apologizing. “i always say it to my mom before i hang up.” he explains, picking at his nails from nervousness as he waits for your response on the other line. “but it’s not like i don’t mean it.” 

and you giggle before repeating the words, stuffing your face into your pillow before you hang up and dream of heeseung. 

or, that time where he blasted a song from his car and sang along to the lyrics as he asked you out for prom, his trunk propped open with flowers, and a huge smile on his face. and heeseung’s not afraid to love you in public, in a way that displays his grad gestures without the privacy of your intimacy behind closed doors. 

and you think about it; the kisses you two share when impossibly close, with lovesick grins and warm, sweaty palms as heeseung would reach out to tuck your hair behind your ear and scrunch your shirt in his other hand to pull you close. and you are assured by him that you are loved with how he looks at you, with his gentle gazes and warm embraces that calm your bubbling feelings. 

it is in the quiet moments where you two are most vulnerable. where you cry and tell him he’s hurt you (seldomly!), or when he kisses your temple and whispers his words of affirmation. 

even still, even three years later when your friends marvel at how your relationship still holds true despite the distance and longing, you’re at a loss of words as to how to explain it. heeseung loves and loves, like he was born to reassure your worries and comb his fingers through your hair. how do you explain a feeling so invigorating yet serene at the same time? and your friends tell you that heeseung would do anything for you, and they tell you he would turn back an entire train just to hold your face in his hands and seal your lips with his just once more before the end of the day. 

and your love with him continues to grow and change over time. like how flowers leave all of their fate to the sun and storm, you two try not to overthink the little things and let your relation run its path. and it’s been three years from highschool ever since junior year when you two got together, so you’re not the same snickering duo in the back of your classroom. but sometimes, heeseung presses a searing kiss to your lips after having not seen you for a while, and it makes you feel the very same as you did those days in october, hands intertwined under the desks with looks of longing. 

and with how easy it is to talk about how heeseung loves you wholly, you think, you could write one, or maybe even two lovesongs about him. 

REN SAYS... this was a little messy but full of love nonetheless. i heart lee heeseung

© all rights are reserved to mygnolia 2024. republished, translated, and/or heavily referenced work will be reported and removed immediately.

[forlovvers]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ten thirty six

pair: fling!sunghoon x gn!reader | genre: fluff ? angst ? | warning(s): kissing | wc: 600 | synopsis: in which you accidentally fall for your fling.

lynne’s notez🗒️: he’s a ten but he’s a man😞 for @jlheon ’s 1k event !! this was so hard to write idk why >< but hopefully i did bea and this event justice

“no strings attached,” that was the agreement when you first met sunghoon. but you find yourself in his room, your shirts in his drawers, your shampoo in his hair, your hands in his. flings are such a weird thing, especially when you know it’s not permanent. you know eventually he’ll leave your dreams and escape to the world stage where he wants to be. 

“you okay?” sunghoon stands in front of you, with dripping wet hair and a towel around his neck. his words are slightly disoriented due to the toothbrush held in his mouth. “you spaced out for a couple minutes.” his expression forms into concern as he steps closer to you. you can smell the faint scent of his cologne and your strawberry conditioner mixing together. 

“stop using my conditioner, i keep having to buy more.” you say, ignoring his previous comment and standing up to reach up and place your arms around his neck. 

“but it smells like you,” he smiles softly, leaning down to press a kiss onto your lips, only to leave toothpaste residue on your lips. 

“hoon!” you back up, wiping it off with the back of your hand. sunghoon lets out a laugh as he disappears back into the bathroom. 

you hear the sink start running again and sunghoon spitting out the last of the toothpaste. “we’re going out to eat tomorrow at that new thai place. wanna come with us?” sunghoon reappears from the bathroom and leans against the doorframe, studying your expression. he watches as you lift the sheets and vanish under them. 

“i don’t know, i always feel like i’m intruding or something.” you say, sitting up to get a better look at him. you always loved him like this—barefaced, messy hair and yours for the night. 

“you’re not. my friends like you, you know?” sunghoon slides into bed next to you, his head resting on your shoulder. “maybe even too much. just need you all to myself.” he turns to place frenzied kisses on your lips then your cheeks, and trailing down to your neck. you let out a giggle when his breath feels ticklish on your neck, and you can feel him smile against your skin. 

you find it scary how easy it is to fall into routine with sunghoon. how scary it is to be so accustomed to waking up next to him and having him on your arm, and being with him.  

“angel?” the nickname still makes your heart soar. “are you okay? you seem worried about something.” there’s more concern evident in his tone.

“i just—” you hesitate to continue and when you do, sunghoon’s hand finds yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. “isn’t your tour coming up soon?”

his brows crease in confusion. “yeah it is. is something wrong with that?”

“i just don’t know if we should continue this if you’re gonna be away for so long.” when the words finally leave your lips, you can feel his gaze heavily lingering on you. 

“oh. i guess that is a problem.” sunghoon gulps unsurely and his grip on your hand loosens. it’s silent for a couple seconds before he speaks again. “maybe we should sleep on it, and talk again in the morning?”

your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod in agreement. he wraps his arms around you and brings you under the covers, making sure you get plenty of blanket. once the lights are off, he presses a small kiss to your forehead. “let’s just enjoy this for now.” 

[japnz]

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[arminzblackbimbo]

Armin x connie x reader

Rough smut were the reader, who's being a brat to Armin, and he asked connie but readers smart mouth gets him upset to

i need that (i want that)

*min-nie series 𝝑୧ ᧔࿔᧓*

armin alert x blackfem!reader x connie springer

tw: mdni, brat reader, dom connie + armin, oral (masc r.+ fem r.), rough sex, spanking, double penetration(in the same hole), cum eating, fingers in mouth, whining, pouting, choking, back shots, lots of talking + crying, lots of cursing, crying kink, anal play, and lil long sorry, brat mentioned a lot, talks about money, lots of pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty baby), “bubba” used as an endearment, and bad spelling !!!

all you wanted was one of their credit card

even if you just got in trouble with armin earlier . you know things are going to work in your favor always. you usually are able to just go in one of their wallets and you don’t have to go through them but they took all their cards out, leaving you wondering. you can see armins eyes light up as soon as he sees you “can i see your card ?” he loves giving you money and spoiling you he can’t help himself, you pull his face closer by his neck trying to convince him, locking eyes with him to seduce him.

it almost worked but he needed to restrain himself. “baby you ran my credit card pass the limit the other day your on punishment, no more credit cards” you can’t believe it, did you just hear no ? you could feel your eye twitching just taking everything in. the annoyance starting to consume you, your eyes rolling as you roughly move away from him except armin doesn’t like that. crushing your body closer to his, cooing to you. feeling connie’s presence loom behind him, his front presses against the blondes rear when he pulls all your bodies flush together. he sees that look he can’t stand on your face, your cubby checks coming in between connie’s hand.

he knows why you’e upset, they have to be stern this one time or unless your pink high heels will walk all over them. smacking his teeth seeing your lips wobble. squeezing your checks together tighter, lips smushed together "baby cut that pouting out, you always get what you want" you had two boyfriends so usually you always get your way and they never told you no. all you have to do is beg. no matter what, if one says something different ask the other one, but that’s not working right now. you can’t see why today is different then any other day. "she get that sh*t from you, always pouting all the time"

connie is always tougher with you. he his tougher with both of you. pecking the side of armins head. he can’t stand it, seeing that expression because you both know that when you whine and pout and look in his eyes his tough exterior gets chipped away

his words only pissed you off more your now committed to being a brat until you get your way. not caring anymore, pushing connies hand away from your face. while you mush armin away from you. “GET . OFF . OF . ME. I CAN’T STAND THE BOTH OF YOU !! UGH YALL PISS ME OFF EVERYDAY, I WANNA GO SHOPPING AND I CANT EVEN DO THAT. I HAVE NOTHING TO F*CKING WEAR !! GET ON MY NERVES, BOTH OF YALL CAN KISS MY ASS AND LEAVE ME THE F*UCK ALONE. SINCE I CANT GO ANYWHERE ….” grumbling more negativity as you stomp away knocking things over in your path, now you’ve ran both of their patience into nothing.

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you sit on armins lap face in his neck while connie sits with both of you between his legs. connies bulge pressing against his back, your legs wrapped around armins waist, dress lifted up in the perfect position for you all to stay close to each other and for connie to swat his palm against your ass “a f*cking brat” connie mutters against your ear, bringing his hand down harder. your sex hungry, spoiled rotten, and too pretty to stay mad at. he just thinks this is all over a card they are definitely still gonna give to you

" dont we give you everything you want ?” he doesn’t really want to hear you answer, love to hear your squeaks when he smacks the flesh again letting it ring in your ears. “and you still act like a brat ?" armin just watches looking at the way your body jumps at every hit and your skin becomes a flush red. he knows your attitude only affects him so much but connie doesn't have the energy for your bratty ways. he can't let it go on like armin can. “spolied as f*ck i swear, always get whatever you want always” he hits your flesh harder “huh you don’t got nothing to say ?”

he just hear the sniffles, you have no words to say. your tears welling in your eyes. the blonde lifting your head out his neck seeing the tears streaking down your cheeks. your makeup smudge. lips swollen while armin helps to wipe them away with his thumb. cooing to you hearing your sniffles and whines makes his heart hurt. he hates that this has to happen but you’re mouth is smart. always picking words you know will get a big reaction. it’s what caused your ass to be sore at the moment. holding your waist keeping you still while connie continues his hits on your flesh

armin hears the sounds you make, your tear strucken face tugs at his heartstrings. “i know baby, i know but it’s the consequences to your actions” he kisses the tears away, seeing you jump in his lap when you receive another hit. he feels just a little bad, he turns his neck to look at connie “shes crying”

“no, she do this all the time start crying and pouting and then she gets away with everything” he reaches over armins shoulder his hand coming to your throat. bringing you as close as he can to his face your body pressed tightly against the blondes “why’d you act like that ?” his hand just resting there until he squeezes his hand teasingly when he can see your still have a scold on your face. "huh ?"

you can feel the air almost escaping you as you hiccup and try to breathe all with a hand constricting your airflow. “just wanted to go shopping” your voice almost tricking him. he sees your eyes welling with more tears and your lips trembling. that whining, you know what your doing your trying to mess with his head and manipulate him. that tone haywiring his brain. his heart pinging just hearing it

"don't do that” he sighs knowing this is how your always get off your punishment whining and pouting knowing that's connie's weakness. he lets you go, letting you gasp and swallow hard when you cry harder in armins neck wrapping your arms around him

“baby you can’t just say whatever you want” armin talks to you sweetly, trying to calm you down. he sees the way your back rises and falls he pets your hair smoothing the fly aways that appeared as you become more hysterical. and massaging your sore ass cheeks “your still in trouble ok sweetheart, but calm down” he lifts you head one more time, he thinks you look so pretty when you cry he loves it. bringing your face close to drag his tongue against your heated cheek. his bulge growing against your core, when he kisses your lips. he shouldn’t be treating you this nice but it’s his fetish that is making him acting unaccordingly. on top of the way connie is pressed against him while his finger trails his body watching both of you

“i didn’t mean it i swear” you’re voice breathy as the words catch in your throat from your tears, they both know you like things your way, or you don’t want it at all. they know something’s you say out of anger but that can’t be excused

“just say sorry sweetheart” connie butts in, he knows what your trying to do. trying to trick armin to forgive you and be nice like he normally is, you should be saying sorry to both of them for the words that spewed out your mouth mere minutes ago

your eyebrows crease together. they are the ones that said no to you why would you apologize to them ? “bubba i didn’t do anything” your hands slipping under armins shirt your nails scaling his tense skin, seducing him in a way . your whole body jumping when he surprises you with another palm to your ass. the skin is tender the more his hand comes down.

“you wanna act dumb ?” he can’t stand it when you act clueless. you know why your in this predicament. seeing armin grip your waist tighter to keep you still. finger pressing into your waist. you can feel your temperature raising, huffing when you turn your head away from them remaining quiet. refusing to stop being a brat and acting childish. “alright then get on your knees sweetheart”

he can see your eyes get big. when you look back at him. a small “con’ ” coming out your mouth when you see they both are in the mood. a mood the punish you. you place your chin in armin neck, looking wide eyed at connie. rubbing up his chest finger catching on his nipples hearing him whimper in your ear. “i just wanted to get more clothes, please bubba” your trailing your nails teasingly along his skin waiting for connie to cut you lose. maybe if you get armin aroused they will just want to dive more into the pleasure and forgetting about punishing you

“baby do what your told” the blonde voices shakes against your ear. looking at connie was no help because he already said what you need to do. he knows what your trying to do. trying to overwhelm the blondes brain. getting him needy so he’ll do whatever you want. he sees your lips wobbling again “don’t make me do it for you” armin whispers while he trails his tongue in the ridges in your ear. even though there is tears in your eyes, you can feel your stomach tighten with arousal. he makes your body heat up.

nose sniffling when you adjust yourself on your knees into the sheets. your arching lazily face in the silk blankets , you don’t wanna even look at them. your still in your dress not even trying to take it off. “bad ass" connie is grumbling behind you. snatching the clothes off you one by one.“bad as f*ck, i swear always stressin’ me out”

after he slings your underwear in the air, pressing both of his hands in your back so deep it hurts. your lips pouting even when he makes light touches all over you. he looks down to see armin kissing your flushed cheeks again getting as much tears as he can almost to hydrate himself. kissing your lips to erase that pout “you gonna apologize baby ?, con’s is not gonna let it go” he is trying to warn you, he knows how connie can get. he pecks your lips softly.

“no min i didn’t do nothing” you can feel a slap quiet you up. your still lying through your teeth. connie honestly doesn’t know he deals with you and armins attitude all the time. shoving his boxers down to pull himself free. no matter how mad he was at you, he would never slide in and your not prepared he loves you too much, even if you irked his nerves

rubbing your clit slowly with the head of length, between your chubby lips that almost swallow him. moving precisely to hear those little noises that get him harder, seeing armin talking to you. whispering he thinks sometimes you both conspire him against with all the hushed talk you both do. whatever armin is saying to you has you dripping onto him

“he is gonna ruin you baby, i can’t wait to watch” armin can be vulgar in his own ways. the words knotting your stomach especially with the way you clit is swelling the more that pulsing head moves against it. trying to make slow moves of your hips so he won’t notice, notice how needy you are, jumping when you feel his hands come on either side of you hips

“be still” he holds your hips more securely, stopping your desperate humping. you need it so bad “(୨୧), be still” almost drooling when you can feel his tip at your entrance. he can hear you hiss a “yes” when pushes into you slowly so he can be pelvis to pelvis. your walls gripping him just right. a eye catching smile one that only armin can see, you don’t even know how ready he is to punish you.

pulling all the way back leaving just the tip for your walls to suffocate, until he slams back into you. you weren’t excepting it even with all the clues you were given. pulling back once more to give you a tantalizing deep stroke that knocks the wind out of you. fingers clutching the sheets in awe. he moving his hips too strongly into you. rolling them to keep you in a trance. you push your face in the sheets. moaning and whining when he continues those deep strokes that hurt so good. how he stretches you, how his length tries to enter as deep as your walls will allow

“shut up all that crying, wanted to act like a brat” he moves up harder into you, the pleasure agonizing. you don’t ever listen. your too caught up in how it feels. he grabs your neck to push you back in deeper. loving how you get louder when he moves rougher into you, even though he just told you to be quiet. “shut up” he is quick to shove his thick fingers into your mouth. trying to muzzle you just seeing you slobber and moan around them. “you think i’m playing with you ?”

it’s not even a question, he just see the dazed out look in your eyes, he just started. letting you go and flop onto the bed annoyed almost you can’t just do one thing. leaving armin to take control. seeing him grip your neck, connie focusing on the rough movements he makes into your plush walls “im going to have to stuff your mouth if you make another noise baby it’s a pushiment it’s not a reward ” he lightly touches your flush face. fingers digging into the skin of your neck to lower your volume

his head shaking when you still push out your moans getting as loud as you can with your vocal cords constricted. armin thinks you just want all the punishments today, quickly pulling down his pants. he is rock hard just from watching connie fuck you so good. the blood pulsing through his body when he looks at your swollen lips in awe. can’t resist the taste of your soft lips. the kiss knocking the air from him because he is so in love. moving his lips rhythmically to move with you in almost a dance, even if you did just tick his nerves he needs you near him.

it’s so romantic compared to the way connie is roughly moving behind you. “open your mouth baby” he speaks against your lips. he almost wants to cum right then and there seeing the way you stick your tongue all the way out. eyes glazed over, drool coming from the tip of your tongue onto the sheets. he has to bit his lip to contain himself, he shouldn’t be this excited to punish you

tilting your head back puckering his lips watching the spit slid into your mouth. he has to hold your jaw when he sees you almost attempt to swallow “no no, keep it open” he pushes his own knees to the bed. seeing his dick bob in the air hungry for anything. the air stimulating him while he holds your jaw still, holding the thick base of him firmly. smacking your flushed cheek with his pulsing tip. the precum dribbling on your hot skin.

your tongue waiting for him when you feel you cheek take another hit from his length. connie not giving you a break, moving your hips up more when he pushes to the hilt grinding into you, eyes rolling back while you pant loudly. armin thinks you look breathtaking especially with you tongue still awaiting him. “there you go baby so pretty”

he slaps the tip against your slobbering tongue. teasing you as you pant and moan. you want to swallow him, but he won’t let you. pulling away when you try and suction your lips.“please bubba”

he rolls his eyes, “now you wanna say please” he should be more annoyed, after all that stomping and yelling you just did. he lets you latch on the tip body bouncing thanks to connie. rolling your tongue right where his precum leaks. the veins all over his body pulsing, your mouth so skilled you already have his senses knocked down a notch. he can already feel the whines bubbling in his throat. threating to leave his mouth, taking deep breaths he uses both hands to grip your neck starting a slow pace despite connie hurried movements, savoring the feeling.

moving you up and down, your mouth straining to open up around his thickness. they think sometimes you act bad on purpose so they treat you like this. your enjoy it too much, currently moaning around his length running your tongue underneath his shaft as he adds more and more in your throat. your toes curling tightly when they way the air gets stuck in your chest from both their actions, making your brain think of only pleasure as they cut off your circulation. connie can hear you gag from all the spit that is being pushed around in your mouth. slowing down his thrust into to strong deep ones that move in rhythm with armins beginning strokes.

he knows how hard it can be to swallow all of armin he is bless with thickness between his legs. “breathe through your nose sweetheart” even in punishment connie is helping you, guiding you it’s natural to him. you can’t even take his advice because of the overwhelming feeling of everything. a shaking hand coming to push your hand against his stomach the more he angles his hips the deeper he feels. your abdomen clenching, when he snatches your arm holding it firm against your back. grabbing the other arm before you even attempt to do it again. holding your arms behind your back tightly. “you still acting up ? trynna stop me from beating up this pussy”

you can feel the tears in your eyes, they are moving in sync to watch you break. teach you a lesson, cheeks hollowing so much they already hurt. feeling the rogue tears already escaping from your eyes “stop crying baby ” armin wiping the tears, even wiping your nose that runs. holding your chin so that he can move you until your nose touches his pelvis “you done being a brat ?” eyes stinging you can’t even focus on anything. trying your best to nod your head with your mouth full. he is not satisfied until he hears you, slipping out your mouth to watch you chase him with you tongue. squeezes your jaw firmly. “are you done being a brat ?” asking the question again

“y-y-yes min i’m done being a brat. i promise” your chest is heaving, your mouth is covering in spit, lips swollen. hiccups appearing when you know what you have to have to say, having to build up the courage. “i’m s-sorr-” armin thrusting back in your mouth cutting off you apology

“huh can’t hear you baby, what you say ?” armin teases you, playful tone on his voice. while they both thrust harder at the same time, you speak as much a you can with his length in the back of your throat .“i think she saying sorry bubba ?” he trust harder hearing the spit in the back of your throat. purposely moving so your throat is full of him. holding your cheeks firm in his grip feeling himself move in and out

“mouth too full of dick can’t hear her” connie is quick to remark behind you playing into the blondes playful ways. a sudden shift with how your body is feeling you know that awaited high you want so bad is on the tip of your toes. feeling them curl in on them self. armin can just feel your throat vibrate with those cries he loves so much and your walls squeezing connie so tight knowing how close you all are.

armin can’t take it when your throat constricted around him snugly. he can feel his calf’s tensing up, grabbing the back of your head to push you as far as possible. biting his lip with force, he wish he could last longer. punish you longer but the pleasure overrides it. the cum suddenly hitting the back of your throat in thick ropes. his essence dripping from your lips as you try and swallow as much as you can. tongue rolling against his pulsing shaft. loud wimpers echoing around you while your head starts spinning

feeling his length turn flaccid in your mouth too caught up in the arousal that you still sucking him down your throat. “ (୨୧), b-b-baby relax” he has to push you off of him. spit stringing out of your mouth with his cum dripping on the corners. panting hard at the estacy in your body. touching armin all over grabbing his waist hard to just have someone close. “ah” noises echoing off his skin. he softly pets your hair, something he does to relax you when your overwhelmed

connie already knows you reached that high when you go rigid, holding your breath while his hips roll firmly into you dragging you through the pleasure as long as he can before his legs quiver. you feel your neck craning, seeing him upside down. wetness covering the bottom of your face. "let me taste it" he sticks his tongue down your throat to taste armins sweet cream. he loves to savor everything both of you have to offer. the kiss causing his cum to shoot into you. hot

teeth crashing together grinding his hips into yours. feeling the please spark through you when his tip graze your cervix. using his tongue to distract you when he pulls out of you. letting you just lay there limp on the bed. of course feeling armins hands petting along your skin and hair. “your ok baby ?” nodding your head slowly “see you can take it sweetheart ” positioning both of your bodies so that you lay on top of him.

face nestling in his chest, tracing his fingers over your body getting you warmed up for him. both naked skin to skin while you’re trying see straight. rubbing on your back letting you catch your breath. his length resting against both of your stomachs. feeling him starting a slow grind into you. lifting your head off his chest so he can giving you small intense kisses. laughing when you chase his lips, when he sucks on your neck “stop teasing me” he heard that pouty tone.

grinding your hips your so slick that the juices leaving your entrance coating both of your thighs. armin only likes teasing when it’s not towards him. “if you were on your best behavior wouldn’t have to ” sucking hickies slowly bruising your skin, dragging them out.

his hands leave behind fireworks that have you gasping “just want it, gimme it” that begging you always do, connie rolling his eyes behind you.

“she done forgot her manners” connie gruffs. kissing your shoulder. “don’t know how to say please, i’m sorry, thank you” he grumbes kissing down your spine. licking all the sweat you’ve started dripping off your skin. feeling you tensing up when feel armin working his tip in your sopping entrance. knowing when his tip enters you when you moan loudly “a spoiled brat that wants sh*t her way”

the sensation of your body being touch all over is sending you into overstimulation. relishing in their soft touches, connie sucking hickies along with armin, attentively. armin thursting into you, hands gripping your hips harshly. softly hitting the spots inside you immediately causing you to shiver. he so big you can feel it in your abdomen. “there you go bubba fuck her good” the praise making him sink into you more. holding your hips firmly. your on top of armin but he is in control slamming into you from below.

he starts a strong pace steadily into you, and he just started, the rush creeping in on you too early. “min’ it’s in my stomach” fingers tangling in his blonde hair. your walls already sensitive from connie roughy treatment “ah, ah” leaving you breathy, your core already sore, hands coming to his pale chest to slow him down, nails scraping his skin the more euphoria you feel. lifting your hips when he slams them back down.

you can feel connie behind you , watching both of you. biting his lip, when he smacks your flesh as hard as he can. he can watch you two go at it like rabbits all day. the blood flowing through his body, he needs you again. pushing you flat against armin, chest to chest with him. connie separating your cheeks. massaging the raw skin, lowering his face so he can feast his eyes on the cream that starts to gather around armins base

his mouth watering to get a taste. he softly licks to taste your cream, just needing it on his palate. sucking on armins pulsing balls, hearig him hiss when he works his tongue up rolling his tongue to your rimmed hole. his tongue flat while he licks everything up. going over the skin again and again making sure he gets everything. sliding his tongue along armins veiny width. getting your walls ready for him. twisting his tongue inside coating everything he can in saliva. your juices had him groaning. hand pushing on your back so you remain still

all your senses are going off at once. your ears ringing from everything. feeling connies tongue continue to move. finishing his taste for you when he gives you serval small kisses to the wrinkled hole. “m-m-min ” grabbing on his body with need, feeling a spark in your heart. looking into his blue hypnotizing eyes. “i’m sorry bubba” he can feel his stomach sinking with euphoria your mascara running, lips swollen while you apologize. he can’t help but steal a heated kiss, one that has you distracted enough the buzzed man behind you can quickly spread the lube along armins pink length becoming goose fleshed when the cold liquid spreads along your heated skin

satisfied he lays on top of you. your body pressed tightly inbetween theirs, sandwiched between them. feelings connie thickness hit your tender flash of your cheeks. so heavy your can feel the weight, pulling your cheeks apart so he has room, armin pulling away from your candy like lips, he almost forgot how you even got into this predicament. armin knows what connie is trying to do. having to keep himself still, giving you pleasure by grinding into you to the hilt. your consistent moans almost make him spill into you.

armin pushing his fingers in your mouth to quiet you from making all that noise. your so ready sucking his fingers eagerly. just like his dick mere minutes ago. “so pretty, could never stay mad at you” he sticks his fingers deeper down your throat feeling your tongue in-between them. grinding you down harder when you gag. pulling them out to hold you face steady so he can look in your eyes and watch them glazed over. he just so obsessed with you

feeling you jump when connie follows suite, softly runs his fingers around where you grip armin so tightly. seeing you shiver slowly slipping two finger along his moving length slowing him down. you hold to armin tightly, you wished you would of apologized soooner, its already too much for you too handle. armin does his best whispering to you softly, kissing you tenderly. connie pulls his fingers out looking at a mixture of cum from you and him. savoring the flavor off his fingers eyes rolling in the back on his head.

his body buzzing with electricity, he is too needy. quick to line himself up with your plush lips. all lubed up sliding his tip along side armin width in your walls he has to push past the restraint. hearing the whine from you and your soft speech to armin “connie's too big” he doesn’t even say anything, smacking your thigh. pushing himself in more, ignoring you. you were just acting like a brat

your so soft inside, a wet mess in between all of your legs. armin feels like he is in heaven, their two dicks pressing together snugly as connie continues to work himself into you. so mushy he is almost all the way to the hilt. grinding softly into, hitting that spot that has your hand already coming to touch his waist and slow him down "b-b-bubba i cant"

"unt unt sweetheart yes you can, cant push me out" its already too much for you to handle. you wished you would have aplogize earlier when you had the chance. now your stuck in unbelievable pleasure. both of them working in a steady rhythm. it feels dangerously good, enough for your legs to start trembling."you wanted to act up you gotta take this dick baby" your abdomen burning with each stroke

“too much, ugh it’s too much” voice horse. your pouting, lips wobbling. your overstimulated just feeling your body buzzing. trying to scramble away from the pleasure

“don’t make me fold your arms again i’m trynna be nice” he grumbles, pushing your treambling hand out the way, causing your eyes to water in armins chest. feeling his hand come into your hair. hearing you gasp, eyes glossy when they both are at the hilt. your breath caught in your chest. it feels like your too stuffed to breathe. no sounds coming out your mouth when they start a harsh pace. your arms around the blondes neck. needing comfort while you being pounded into "sick of yo ass always crying and stomping. wanna run me till I'm broke. is that what you want, want us to have no money huh ?”

“n-n-no, no i didn’t mean it” jumping when you feel another hit on your sore asscheek. the fire in your stomach growing stronger they more they move together.

“sweetheart it’s ok i know you didn’t mean it, always forgive you” armin whispers to you. always knowing what to say to make you feel better. even it just makes you more spoiled and rotten. his nice words and the feeling in your stomach is so deep you have to put your hands on armin chest to grind your hips into both of them. savoring the oh so good itch they scratch.

“oh, oh” your stomach flexing hard, all you can think is how sorry you are, you should have never acted like that over something that’s was a minor issue. they are drawing it out of you slowly, torturing you in a way. especially you you feel connie’s slick thumb to roll on to your puckered hole. running circles slowly, your toes cracking and curling the more moans you let out

armin can feel it in his toes, the fuzzy sensation starting to creep is his legs to his pelvis, pulling you close craning his neck so he can suck on your nipple hungrily, he just needed a taste of your breast. he can’t help himself, it soothes him. no matter what, he is going to have your breast in his mouth. your hands on his chest, squeezing the other breast, his hands full. throwing your head back when he bites you. usually he sucks on your breast softly making your skin tingle. but the biting is bruising your soft skin

it’s also how you all know he is close, close to giving you all the cum he can, he can never hold or last as long, you just feel to good. before you know it his hot cream fills you quickly his eyes rolling in the back of his head your breast filling his mouth

connie continues rolling his thumb around your rimmed hole using some of his spit to push his digit in to penetrating you as deep as his finger can “go head sweetheart, go head and cum” connie’s excited knowing that when armin shots his load, your not far behind. “know you want to, come on pretty baby”

his words don’t even register in your brain before your squirting over both of them. covering you all in your precious liquid, bearing down when more continues to waterfall out of you. “ohhh, a-a-ahh” armin is shooting blanks feeling your grip him so tight and connie dick to continue to slip and slide next to his, the two tips rubbing together messily inside you.

connie’s holding back, biting his lip to get the last word “shouldn’t even cum in you, then you would start acting right” you start begging immediately, your in a cum daze.willing to do anything to feel him give you his sperm, to the point armin starts begging with you. all he can hear is hushed pleases, knowing your smiling inside when you feel the warmness spread into your womb, hearing his groans and low pitched breathy moans

all your breathing sync when you try and calm down from the roller coaster you were all on. clinging to armin like velcro all your limbs wrapped around him tightly. needing all the kisses and rubs on the back he is giving you to recharge, can’t help but to whine when connie pulls out your tender walls. loving the aftercare of all the petting and tending they do to you, to make you happy

what doesn’t make you the happiest is when connie pulls you off armin slowly, you just wanted to cling to him. feeling yourself being set in connie’s lap, you instantly lay your head in his chest tired from the physical torment you body was just under. he has to lift your chin up, to look in your eyes loving the look on your pretty face. freshly fucked, he has to kiss it off you. giving you a ; soft, wet, slow, kiss. massaging the raw skin of your cheeks. “you sorry ?” he pecks your lips again

“yes bubba i’m sorry” you wrap you arms around him on purpose, so you can give him that look that’s gets you out of trouble. giving him that gaze that has him trapped in whatever spell you have over him and armin. his heart melting and his hard exterior getting chipped away instantly

“you gonna do it again ?” he sighs he knows he just lost the battle even after all that big talk he just did. pulling you closer to him

pressing you lips to his, giving him a sloppy kiss. pulling away knowing you have them both wrapped around your finger. even if you do act like a brat. “no i promise” seeing his eyes glazed over when you pull away looking at you with heart eyes

“good, i couldnt stay mad at you if i wanted to”

if they weren’t such lover boys you probably would have learned your lesson but instead they forgave you the next day taking you on a $10,000 shopping trip buying you all the things your heart desired

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the way things go .

— tw / gore , angst , sagau ( imposter au ) , imprisonment , descriptive gore .

. . YOU never thought you’d be in prison for a petty , pathetic reason. out of every horror sin you’ve committed on earth,you were imprisoned for. . looking like a divine being?

all you knew was that you were definitely not a divine being. But getting arrested for a foolish reason like this? you were no weak punk! . .

its been half a year. half-a-fucking-YEAR. you were sick of it. sending someone to beat you up? and for WHAT?

the only one you could ever like in this riddance was this.. blondie,she snuck some food into your cell every once in a while. but she would also get punished for it every once in a while..

she would exclaim that she just wanted to investigate on an imposter.

it was the day. you would do it.. instead of escaping. you would do it. what’d you have to lose anyway? you were already living in slums back on earth? who would care?

you got your daily food. you weren’t planning on eating before you’d commit. it was shit and im not gonna let that be the last food i eat before i meet the heavens. yea no.

you grabbed the un-sharp knife. it was to dull. you tried to grab the fork to sharpen it. you were at it for too long,you’d realise. but anything to fucking escape.

you poked the knife at your hand. it was sharp enough. you hovered it over your stomach. your hand was steady. you were unafraid. you were ready.

you plummeted the knife into your stomach a gut-renching yell came out unconsciously. you slowly looked down. you were still breathing.still alive. it wasn’t enough. you drove the knife deeper and twisted it. blood disturbingly oozing out as you felt your conscious slipping with a grin.

the blood dripping from your stomach was a disturbing..green? ( symbolizes ; new beginnings,peace and abundance )

you weren’t near unconscious. you thought you were near. no you weren’t.

“haagh…one .. last try” you murmured as you spat blood. . “one last fucking try . .” you hovered the dirtied knife over your bloodied chest. you were in a puddle of blood. your blood. you stabbed your chest repeatedly. as blood shot out.

your eyes blurred as you could barely see. but there was one thing you saw before you passed. .

“ hey! im so so so sorry i couldn’t come ear-“

a gasp followed afterward. lumine was devastated.

she ran over to you hurriedly as she dropped to her knees at your pale,lifeless body. desperately trying to find warmth as green blood coated her dress she tried to hug your body as sobs and sobs after each other she was conflicted with grief and sadness,as she loathed the archons.the nations. and- THE WHOLE OF TEYVAT.

she kept at it and tried to run out and call for a medic. once some guards checked on your cell they were taken aback. they knew they couldn’t be forgiven. this happened because of them .

[okwonyo]

PRETTY U — a lee heeseung social media au

précis ୨ৎ there is a lot of things heeseung knows about is brother; he is not as cool as he is, he talks in his sleep, he is annoying but most importantly— he has a very pretty best-friend, who always comes to visit him during spring break.

or in which — heeseung spends his whole spring break trying to get with the girl he is in love with since elementary school.

staring › lee heeseung + female reader

co-ed › face claim as wested_arin, jay, jake & sunghoon (enhypen), hyeju (lossemble), sunwoo (the boyz), gaeul (ive).

genre › social media, brother’s best friend! reader, best friend’s brother! heeseung, childhood crush, one year older reader, he fell first, chasing, loser boyfriend, humorous, fluff and tiny angst.

taglist › open — send an ask or dm to be added

update : regular ｜status : upcoming

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🔓 lOOsers (jungkook’s version) & snsd cult’s founders

one. is That supposed to be my problem? two. he’s such a Loser woah ... ( written ) three. no i do Not . Lols four. Please come save me five. can’t let gang know i fw tis six. its 3am dpmo lil boy

© okwonyo , 2O24

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[sunrenity]

apple cider ✶ nrk

ㅤ୨ৎㅤ you realize you both love each other.

nishimura rikiㅤ✶ㅤfemale reader  .  g  fluff, best friends to lovers, best friend! riki  .  wc  568 (0.5k)  .  bookshelf

for @jlheon 's 1k event <3

THE LANGUID SUMMER SUN oozed through the leafy canopy of the oak tree under which you and riki lounged, a collection of half-empty apple cider juice boxes scattered around you, their cheerful straws poking out like tiny, vibrant flags. the laughter that had been bubbling around you all afternoon faded into a gentle hum, a quietude settling as the golden hour painted everything in warm hues.

you watched him out of the corner of your eye, the way the light caught in his dark hair, how his laughter lines deepened when he smiled. he was saying something, but you found yourself lost in the sound of his voice, the rise and fall of his words blending with the rustle of leaves and distant chirping of crickets.

"are you even listening?" riki teased, nudging you with his elbow, a playful smirk on his lips as he sipped from a juice box.

you blinked, the spell broken, and turned to meet his eyes. they were a deep brown, flecked with gold, warm and inviting. you felt a strange flutter in your chest, a sensation that had been growing more insistent lately, impossible to ignore any longer.

"sorry, what did you say?" you asked, trying to shake off the daze.

he laughed, the sound rich and familiar, a melody you knew by heart. "i was saying we should probably head back soon. it's getting late."

you nodded, though you made no move to get up. instead, you reached over and took the juice box from his hand, the cold condensation cool against your skin. he raised an eyebrow in mock offense but let you take it, his fingers brushing against yours for a fleeting moment. the crisp, sweet taste of apple cider filled your mouth, refreshing and nostalgic all at once.

"riki," you began, your voice barely more than a whisper, "do you ever think about... us?"

he tilted his head, curiosity lighting up his eyes. "us? what do you mean?"

you took a deep breath, the words trembling on your lips. "i mean, do you ever think about us... being more than friends?"

for a moment, there was silence, the world holding its breath. then, his hand found yours, fingers intertwining with a gentle certainty. the touch was warm, grounding, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

"yeah," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your skin in slow, reassuring circles. "i think about it all the time."

the confession hung between you, a fragile, beautiful thing. you felt your heart swell, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the cider. you leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. the scent of his cologne mixed with the sweet aroma of apples, creating a heady, intoxicating blend.

in that moment, under the oak tree with the sun setting behind you, everything seemed to fall into place. the future was uncertain, but as long as you had riki by your side, you knew you could face anything.

and so, with the taste of apple cider on your lips and the promise of something new in the air, you closed your eyes and let yourself simply be. the last rays of the sun caressed your skin, and the world seemed to hold you both in a gentle embrace, whispering promises of the countless moments yet to come.

© sunrenity , don't plagiarize, steal or repost my work on any platform !

network, @enchive

[kemonomimichiru]

who up thangyuing out rn

[erensfeed]

THE PARALLELS ARE INSANE.

I LOVE ME SOME OF WHATEVER THIS IS/WHATEVER CALEB AND ZAYNE ARE (GONNA BE) TO EACH OTHER

[kissenturine]

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 tartaglia x m!reader — 3.8k words, not proofread, minors do not interact

TO NOTE: amab reader, reader is a dom at first then switches halfway through, reader is mentioned to be wearing lingerie, light feminization (childe says pussy once), use of good boy amongst other pet names, light degradation, praise (for both reader and childe), childe sucks reader's dick, childe also eats reader's ass, cockwarming (childe can't take it LMAO), no aftercare written but it is given, childe licks ur fingers to clean them, mating press, dirty talk. lmk if i missed any!

KAI SAYS: almost 4k words of pure smut haha but like omg i wrote this so late at night with my tip so pls spare me AND!!! this is my return post so...

Tartaglia knows you’re doing it on purpose now, because how can you not be? He whimpers, his cheeks flushing a rosy pink as he feels you clench around him. “Baby, please.” He whines out, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I-I can’t—baby, it’s been thirty minutes.” Thirty minutes he’d been buried to the hilt in you; his dick hard and twitching as it stuffes you full.

Tartaglia whines. He could faintly hear the sound of you taking a deep breath, but that’s not what he was focusing on. No, he was focusing more on the way you squeeze him as you inhale. It was on purpose, he knew you couldn’t just be faking this.

With a deep breath, doing his best to steel his nerves, Tartaglia pressed his thumbs into the joysticks of his console again. “I…” He murmurs softly into the skin of your neck. “I don’ think I can beat this level.”

“No.” You coo in that sickeningly sweet voice of yours. “You can.”

Tartaglia nods his head, your encouragement helping lift his mood somewhat. But, true to his word, he dies yet again. Tartaglia lets out a pathetic whine when he’s greeted with the ‘You Died!’ Screen for the nth time tonight. This bet was made specifically with his torture in mind. You knew he would never beat this level, so to “motivate” him, as you put it, you would sit nice and still on his sensitive cock until he beat it.

“Can’t you move just a little, please.” Tartaglia begs, his dignity long gone. You’re evil for this, he thinks, but all of that is lost when you shift your hips slightly, his mind going blank at just the smallest friction.

He feels his tip bump your prostate, and Tartaglia knows he’s hit it when you moan out, your mouth right by his ear as his fingers press harshly against the buttons of his game console. “P-please!” He whines again. “I-I need you t’move, just a little, just a little, please.”

“Maybe, if you last another thirty minutes, I’ll consider it.” You hum, and Archons Tartaglia thinks he's losing his mind with the way your breath trickles over his ear. “But, if you make it through the level…” Your voice trails off, but Tartaglia knows what you meant.

If he makes it through the level, Tartaglia could finally fuck you. Push you against the bed, wipe that stupid smirk off your face, maybe make you sit on his face until you cry. The options, at least to him, are endless.

You trail your hand over the neck of his shirt, and Tartaglia’s eyes dart from the screen to you. You, all dressed up in your white lace panties and thigh highs, with your chest arched against his chest and here he was, still fully clothed.

Well, only thanks to you.

You, like the cruel man you are, wouldn’t let Tartaglia strip. You’d forced him to watch as you changed, stripping off your pyjamas and slipping on the lace lingerie while he sat there, half sure he was drooling. And then you’d gone and pressed him to the edge of the bed, forcing him to sit as you pulled out his leaking dick, not even bothering to pull his sweats all the way down. Then you sat your pretty hole on his dick, and Tartaglia couldn’t pull his eyes away from the way your ass practically swallowed him whole.

And then, began this whole ordeal of pure torture.

You’re sat on his lap, facing Tartaglia as his arms wrap around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as he looks over your body and behind you to the console gripped tightly in his hands.

Tartaglia’s eyes dart to you, and they widen as he watches you shift on his dick, your tip forcing its way over the hem of your panties, now drooling pre all over his shirt. Tartaglia squeezes his eyes shut. You press a kiss right under his ear and Tartaglia twitches inside you. You let out a lewd moan and he doesn’t think he can take it anymore.

Not another thirty minutes, or another five.

Tartaglia’s hands shake, and he’s forced to watch his in-game character die again. “Fuck…” He whispers, trying not to roll his hips into your heat. “I… You’re torturing me. Can’t take this.” He whines.

You shake your head. “C’mon, baby.” You coo, using the nickname Tartaglia always uses for you. It sounds almost mocking the way it slips from your pretty lips, but he doesn’t dwell on it. “You might wanna hurry up, or I’ll have to pull out my old dildo to help me…”

No! Tartaglia thinks, and he voices such thoughts with the aggressive shake of his head against you. I can do better than a stupid dildo!

“P-Please don’t.” he says weakly. “I’m trying, I’m trying.” Tartaglia starts to concentrate on his console once again, doing his best to ignore the squeeze of your ass and the warmth of your walls.

Your tip drools pre across his shirt, twitching gently against the fabric. Tartaglia’s mouth waters. He wants to taste you, wants to bury his face between your thighs and lick every drop up. It’s an indulgence he wants to become reality more than anything.

“Can I at least touch you, please?" he asks desperately, gaze not leaving your tip. Tartaglia wants to be closer to you, to have a hand on your soft skin, to play with your dick that was so close to the cumming. He’s ready to do anything in order to make you cum, to feel you pulse around his dick. He’s losing his mind, and the game was the least of his worries. Tartaglia wants you.

"Touch me before you finish the level, and there'll be consequences." You hum. "And trust me, if you think this is bad, just wait until you see what I have in mind." you press your lips gently against Tartaglia’s neck, trailing from his adam's apple to that sweet spot right under his ear. "I'm sure you'd deprive some sick form of enjoyment from that, though."

Tartaglia whimpers at the threat. He doesn’t know what would be worse: the current situation or the punishment you offer. Sick form of enjoyment… His mind echoes. He would most likely enjoy anything you gave him right now.

And like an answer to his prayers, you shift on his dick again. Tartaglia watches as your tip pokes above the fabric of your lace panties, even higher than before. The used-to-be white was now a dark grey with the way your pre had stained and wet through the fabric. Your panties were completely soaked through, the bulge from your dick covered in pre from your leaking tip, poking just above the hem.

Slowly, you tug your dick out of the panties, making sure to slather your fingers in your precum before pressing them against Tartaglia’s lips. "Clean them up." You whisper, and the sound of your voice almost makes him melt.

The instant your fingers press against his lips, Tartaglia is eagerly licking them into his mouth, his tongue swirling your digits around and coating them in his spit. He didn’t hesitate to continue sucking on your fingers, despite knowing they were already clean enough.

“Such an eager boy,” You murmur as you yank your fingers from Tartaglia's lips. There’s a string of drool that connects your hand to his pouty lips as he gives you another pleading look.

“Will you let me touch you now?” He begs, “Please, I’ve been so good for you!” Tartaglia licks his lips, savouring the faint taste of you. He wants more, he wants to grab you by the waist and bury his face between your thighs and suck you off until you’re nothing but a mess inside his mouth.

You bring your fingers back down to your dick, swiping them over your tip and harshly pressing them against Tartaglia’s mouth. “Suck.” You command in a harsh voice, completely ignoring his previous question.

Tartaglia’s lips go back around your fingers again. He doesn’t need to be told twice when you’re the one telling him. He easterly laps at your fingers, ignoring the drool that threatens to spill from the corner of his lips. You press your fingers down against his tongue and he chokes lightly, lifting his blue eyes to meet yours,

When you finally pull your fingers out of his mouth, Tartaglia buries his head into your neck about to ask to touch you again—only for you to beat him to it. “You get two minutes to touch me, but you can only use your hands.” You start. “And, we have to stay in this position. No pulling out or thrusting." You press a kiss against Tartaglia’s lips. "Think of it as... encouragement to finish the level faster."

Tartaglia nods happily at your words, pulling off your neck to get a better view of you. “Thank you—thank you, baby, needed this.” He slurs as his eyes rake down your exposed body before honing in on your sensitive cock. He wishes you’d let him lick that instead of your fingers, but you were clear on your rules for the two minutes.

Tartaglia has two minutes, a whole two minutes to make you feel good. There’s no way he’s let them go to waste.

He wastes no time when the game is finally paused. Tartaglia cups your balls gently, feeling the weight of them in his palm. He massages them slowly, his thumb rubbing up and down the underside of your dick, feeling the warmth and the leaking pre that slipps down your shaft. Tartaglia knows nothing can make you cum in this position, but he can make you squirm, he can tease you.

His other hand wanders up, his fingers ghosting over your skin, drawing circles around your nipples before pinching them gently. He wants to hear you moan, to see you writhe. Tartaglia needs to know he was pleasing you. He gazes at your face, waiting to see a reaction, anything to show that he’s making you feel good.

Your eyes roll back and your dick twitches hard against Tartaglia’s hand. “T-Tartaglia…!” You moan out, your back arching into his chest. Tartaglia’s fingers pull gently at you nipples, tweaking and twisting the nubs between his thumb and pointer finger. Your eyes roll back and Tartaglia whines at the sight, sliding his thumb faster up and down your dick, rolling it over your tip before sliding it against your slit.

He feels your hole clench around his dick, and Tartaglia has to squeeze his eyes shut in concentration to stop himself from bucking into you. He’s about to roll his hand again when it’s suddenly pushed away from your leaking dick. You yank his hands off your nipples too, panting as you do. “Two minutes have passed.” You mumble.

Tartaglia knows you were close from the way you sounded to the way you jerked your hips into his hand. “I’m sorry.” He whines, sounding like he’s carrying the weight of the world in his heart.

With a deep breath, Tartaglia focuses back on the game again, he hopes that this time he’ll finally beat the level. He’s determined, he wants to make you cum, to please you. He needs to win.

You slump against his shoulder, clearly needy. Tartaglia sucks in a breath. You were so close. He thinks. His focus turns back to the game, moving the joystick and pressing the rounded buttons as skillfully as he can manage with you taking his cock to the hilt,

Tartaglia feels you lean forward, your hands dipping under the hem of his shirt. “I wanna see you…” You whine and his face flushes. Tartaglia doesn’t have time to respond before the game console is slipping from his hands and you’re tugging his shirt off his figure.

Another eternity passes as Tartaglia picks up the console once again, doing his best to beat the level. He closes his eyes—just about to give up when the victory music blasts throughout the bedroom. “Finally—fuck, fuck, baby.” Tartaglia groans, tossing the console and pouncing on you.

His lips press against yours, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. Tartaglia is kissing you harshly, his lips flush against yours as your tongue gently swirls with his.

He pulls away after a minute, both of your faces flushed and panting. “I-I’m sorry it took me so long.” Tartaglia apologizes. He wants to please you, make you cum, see you lose control just because of him. He was desperate to feel you squirm against him, he wants to see the way your face would twist in pleasure when he fucks you just right.

Tartaglia slowly pulls out, hissing as he leaves your comforting warmth and is met with the harsh, cold outside air.

“Let me take you, please…” He begs, his eyes filled with desire and the need to have you. Tartaglia wanted you—no, needed you. His hand wanders back to your dick, wrapping his palm around your shaft and quickly jerking you up and down at a messy pace.

Tartaglia would do anything to have you come undone on his dick.

“Uh-huh.” You whine, and Tartaglia thinks it’s cute how all your confidence diminishes the instant you're offered some dick.

He watches you twist your body to lay flat against the bed on your back. Slowly, your legs splay into the air before you pull them back and bend them at your knees. Your ass, all empty and clenching around nothing, is now fully exposed to Tartaglia. Your hole is stretched already, from the much too long of a time you spent just sitting on his dick. Your own cock lays across your tummy, twitching and drooling uselessly,

Tartaglia sucks in a breath at the sight of your hole. His dick is throbbing at the sight, pressing angrily against his tummy, so hard and needy. He wants to do nothing more than bury himself inside you, to feel your warm muscle clench around him once more.

Slowly, he lowers himself into a kneeling position right in front of you. Tartaglia dips his head to your ass, pressing light kisses across the curve of your thighs. He trails his mouth down to your dick, taking the tip into his mouth. His eyes roll back at the feeling of finally having you in his mouth. Tartaglia sucks harshly, bobbing his head up and down your length. He runs his tongue over the underside of your shaft.

Tartaglia swirls his tongue around your overly sensitive tip, watching and depriving pure enjoyment of the way your hips buck into his mouth messily. You throw an arm over your face, trying to muffle your breathless moans and flushed face. Tartaglia gives you a harsh suck for warning, letting you know that if you don’t remove your hand now, things would get worse.

You, of course, comply, pushing your hand to the sheets and clenching them in your fist.

Tartaglia hums happily, the vibrations travelling across your shaft. He feels you twitch in his mouth and your legs thrash beside his head, squeezing and pulsing by his ears as he goes faster, making sure to let the drool spill from his lips as he moves his head.

Tartaglia pushes his lips down to your base bringing a hand to fondle your balls gently and you whine, your back arching off the bed. Your hand goes to tangle itself into Tartaglia’s hair, pushing your dick deeper down his throat. “I—holy shit—I’m c-close!” You whine, and that was enough of a signal to pull off your dick.

Tartaglia smears kisses across your ass, ignoring your desperate whines and cries, before eventually leading to your puffy hole, all nice and stretched for him. He’s quick to bury his mouth against you, already feeling his brain go mushy at the feeling. His tongue slips into you easily, and you whine at the feeling.

Tartaglia fucks his tongue into you with great fervour, not even caring for his hard dick. All he can think about is the taste of you on his tongue, the way your hole clenches down so nicely against his mouth and those sweet, sweet moans of: “M-More, please, need you so bad!” That slip from your lips and get his hips rocking his dick into the side of the mattress.

Tartaglia’s tongue pushes and prods into you, again and again until he hears you moan loudly. His eyes dart up, barely able to catch the way your back arches. Your legs shake around him yet again, your thighs squeezing around his ears, which only drives him to thrust his tongue into you further. Drool slips down his chin, but he doesn’t care, all he wants is to taste you again, and again, because, fuck, if he died right here, between your thighs, he would die a happy man.

“Right there!” You cry, Your legs threatening to squeeze tightly on Tartaglia’s head. He pushes his tongue in again, thrusting it in and out of your hole with a scary precision, making sure he hits your prostate every time.

“O-Oh, my—fuck, can’t take it!” You whine and he smirks against your tightening hole. “I need you, please, please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” You’re a complete mess, babbling nonsense as he eats you out, eyes rolling back and legs shaking in ecstasy,

All it took was him shoving a finger in, curling it in time with his tongue, for you to cum. Tartaglia eagerly pulls off your ass, watching as your dick twitches against your tummy and ropes of cum shoot from your member. He waits until you're finished before pressing his face against the mess you just made and licking it clean.

Tartaglia looks up at you from his position against your belly. “I….” He whines. “I’m still hard.” He gives an apologetic smile before going back to his first position in front of the bed, this time standing up. He lifts your collapsed legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he slaps his cock beside your limp one.

As quickly as he can, Tartaglia grabs the bottle of lube from the nightstand and smears it all over his shaft. “Help me out, pretty boy.” He whines and you whimper at the nickname. Slowly, you push yourself onto your elbows just enough to push your hand to his dick and help him spread the lube.

Tartaglia doesn’t even bother to continue once you start, only throwing his head back with a loud groan. “That’s it, o-oh, archons you’re good at this.” His eyes squeeze shut and Tartaglia has to stop himself from cumming on the spot for the nth time tonight. He doesn’t even bother to lube your hole, only murmuring a sweet, “This pussies wet enough for me, right?” before he’s pressing a messy kiss to your neck.

“Not a pussy.” You slur, but he doesn't take any mind.

“D-Don’t worry, baby.” Tartaglia coos as he presses his thick tip against your weak hole. “Promise it’ll feel so good…” He wants to be inside you, to make you come again and again.

And suddenly, he’s halfway in, the thick of Tartaglia’s shaft being swallowed almost whole by your pretty ass was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. You whine lowly, back instinctively arching into him, forcing yourself deeper onto his dick.

“Fuck, baby, look what you do t’me.” He groans, pulling out so it’s just his tip stuck in your pretty, clenching hole. Tartaglia fucks his tip into you, watching it messily slide out then in, then out then in, over and over again until he can’t take it anymore and can’t help but want more.

Tartaglia—like the pathetic man he knows he is—can’t take it anymore. He pushes in fully, but just before he does, spits a large glob of drool from his lips to the tip of your spent cock watching it twitch under the feeling. He laughs, watching your dick twitch back to life. “And to think you get off to me spitting on you.” He murmurs, before finally thrusting in fully, in one, harsh movement.

The moan you let out is so pretty and high, and Tartaglia can feel his balls grow heavy at the sound. Your voice isn’t nearly as loud as the lewd squelch of his dick pressing in, in, in and against your prostate, his tip knocking easily at it.

Tartaglia pistons his hips into you, basking in the moans and pleas for “more, more, more!” that slipped from your pretty lips. He’s pounding into you, and Tartaglia watches your head fall back against the pillow. Your hands shake as you desperately reach out to grab onto the sheets for leverage as he pushes your legs up, leaning down onto your body as he forces you into a mating press.

And, oh, Tartaglia feels like he just slipped so much deeper into you, and with the way your walls squeeze and clench and you moan his name like a mantra—Tartaglia is sure he’s just died and reached heaven.

His thrusts start to lose their rhythm, but they still manage to fill you up so much that, before Tartaglia can process what’s happening, you're crying out, your ass clenching so tightly against him he thinks he sees stars.

“I—I’m close, ‘m so close!” You cry and Tartaglia can’t help but bury his face into your neck as he thrust into your ass.

“Me too, baby.” He whimpers out. Tartaglia reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his much larger ones, before letting out a loud moan. “Together, please, baby, cum together.”

And you’re eagerly nodding your head, a mix of “yes” and “please” leaving your lips. Tartaglia isn’t even pulling out anymore, just knocking his hips against yours—no rhythm or pattern, just instinct as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Cummin’ o-oh—fuck!” You whine and Tartaglia instantly does too, feeling the way your dick spurts thick ropes of white onto your chest and his only drives him to the edge. He buries himself as deep as he can before collapsing onto you, pressing his full weight onto his hips. Tartaglia shoots a thick load of his seed into your awaiting hole, whining in content as he feels you milk his cock, squeezing down on him.

You’re panting, laying on the bed with Tartaglia pressed on top of you. His arms snake around your waist, tugging and twisting your connected bodies so that he’s spooning you, his chin resting on top of you’re head.

After a minute of rest, Tartaglia’s arms squeeze around your waist. “Love you, so much.” He murmurs tiredly.

“Promise?” You giggle back, despite the feeling of your exhaustion weighing heavy on your eyelids.

“Always an’ forever.” Tartaglia whispers sweetly. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you closer as the two of you bask in the afterglow in each other’s arms. “I’ll love you, always and forever.”

© KISSENTURINE. do not translate, plagiarize, edit, or repost

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