#fat nerds *drools*

[un-holyhound]

i think everyone should make doug eiffel fatter NOW!!!!!

[simonriley09]

Loser/Nerd!König headcanons!

Loser/Nerd!König: Who tells you he's a virgin, blushing as you giggle at him, teasing him Loser/Nerd!König: Who cums in his pants twice as you straddle him, holding back a whine Loser/Nerd!König: Who see's stars as you ride him, thighs shaking and nails clawing at your back Loser/Nerd!König: Who pumps a load into your hole every 30 seconds cuz he can't handle you maus!, so he's reduced to a whimpering, drooling, shaking mess Loser/Nerd!König: Who goes crazy over your body, no matter what. Skinny? Chubby? Short? Small? small curves? small dick? he fucking loves you how you are. Loser/Nerd!König: Who's shaking by the time you've touched his thigh Loser/Nerd!König: Who's breath hitches as you rub his inner thigh in a packed movie theater Loser/Nerd!König: Who spoils you rotten, you even look at a piece of jewelery? it's on your desk the next morning. Loser/Nerd!König: Who wraps your boxers/panties around his fat dick and jerks off with it

[vicorices]

cw # — 18+ mdni, ass stuff, oral, strap-on use, reader has shit ton of dirty thoughts while vi models for her figure drawing class, pure self-indulgence. short since i'm working in fake!dating vi and got distracted.

rotting and thinking about figure drawing classes where vi's the model because you've been saying your favorite subject keeps getting canceled over and over again cause your teacher cannot find a model — how bad can it be to have a bunch of art nerds drawing on her?

she stands there in the middle of a wave of easels distributed around the room in nothing but black briefs and bandages around her chest, and your teacher says something about focusing on the muscles, on the force of the skin and the details, but you wonder at the very deep how are you going to get through almost four hours of class with her looking like that.

and the girl you've been seeing for like a month now spots you right away well installed in the back while everyone's getting ready: why were you even mad at her that very morning? fuck. it's impossible to remember it when the four-minute poses starts and she's seated on a chair, flexing on her biceps as you have a nice view of her profile, the muscles on her legs as you define the first details in a blue pencil, quickly drawing on the anatomy you've already drawn so many times before.

your gaze travels slowly through the exposed skin, drinking in the details and the lines of her body. in red you trace the ink that etches on her back going through her arms in a design you've seen plenty, sure in a much compromising situation since vi got this tendency of acting up all sharp and tough with the rest even when she's whining in the privacy on your dorm as you're buried to the hilt inside her cunt, ass up, cheek pressed against your wrinkled sheets — you have such a good view of her pussy stretching up for your cock, pink dildo opening her deliciously as a loud smack lands in her ass, making her take a sharp intake of breath, the sting unexpected and stupidly good.

it’s a different kind of nostalgia that makes you struggle to keep up on your drawing, vi’s moving to face you as her chin rest against the palm of her hand, and it's enough to make you lose focus again when you can feel her gaze as you try to work and not wander, once again, to a dirty memory.

she knows what she's doing there. your palms are sweaty as you trace the details of her face, the tattoo on her cheek, the nose ring and the freckles you cannot see from that far but you know they're there, and before you could finish — fuck, she's changing up again to a new pose, another one that leaves you breathless when she's stretching and you have a sinfully good view of the happy trail that disappears down the fabric of her underwear.

and it's a very accurate drawing of it anyway, the seconds going on slower now when you end up thinking about that trail of pink hair you've tongue-traced on top of her, seated on her face when you bite on her lower belly, fingers rubbing against her parted legs, fat clit already swollen from previous ministrations. vi can barely fucking think in moments like that, dizzy between your soaked folds she becomes a drooling mess who's loves to tongue-fuck you as it helps to muffle her own moans against your sensitive skin.

how the fuck can you draw like that? you're squeezing your legs together, biting on the inside of your cheek to make the pain distract you from another thought as you're already so close to masturbate in the bathrooms at the end of the hall it's damn insane. a thrill for sure cause you're half jealous of the other students checking vi out for a second, a feeling that's dismissed when she's staring at you again and fuck's sake.

there's not a single fly in the room, hot as you toss your sweater from over your head even when it's winter still, and vi has to hide her evident smile from your flustered attitude as she holds still, sure you're dampening your underwear there seated beneath the easel, cheeks blushed — barely concentrating in drawing her like you're supposed to.

and not really far from reality, your mouth is dry as you draw on her messy hair, the cherry strands being chaotic as ever, like when you make out with her for too long and you're pulling on her hair, lips puffy as you climb up to her lap.

your top is raised against your chest, the fabric’s held between vi's fingers as her mouth seeks your breast and she praises your new rule of not using bra on lazy days like those, stiffed nipple against the flat of her tongue before she's biting on it, harshly until you yelp against the pain and she's muttering a barely audible sorry before doing it again, fingerprints marked in your waist because of her tight grip as she's moving you against her gym pants: so fucking good.

it doesn't help when you're given a fifteen-minute-break and she's pulling you to the bathroom, cause you need far fucking more than just her tongue in your ass, kneeled behind you as she teases your rim muscle, coating it with slick saliva before she roughly speaks.

"fuck, you're leaking through your jeans" it makes her happy ‘cause it's all her fucking fault, making you soaked and needy, unable to seek for relief more than with her — "are you that turned on, love? all because i'm posing in your class? you're creaming in your panties."

and you have no option but shake your head, sensitive as ever as her fingers rub on your clit and you're holding into the bathroom sink, gripping on the sides as you stare at your own reflection in the big mirror in front of you.

"think too much about you, vi" the words slur together as her thumb push against your ass, making you moan at the intrusion "god- thinkin’ about the things we do."

"your horny brain keeps reminding you how good we are for each other, peach" a triumphant smile appears on vi's lips as she looks up to you — "is that what you've been thinking the whole fucking class? how good we've fucked this month? atta girl, such a dumb slut for pussy."

no. fifteen minutes does not cover near the half, in fact, in makes you even worse, cause your underwear clings to your dirty cunt wet and uncomfortable as ever, and you can do nothing but keep drawing until vi takes care of you again after two more hours of pure torture.

she keeps your drawings from that class and you still can't remember why you were mad at her that morning.

[cheonstapes]

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘THE SWEETER THE JUICE’ o(^-^)o

･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡. miguel o’hara x reader .｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

SMUT

now he’s finally got you pregnant, he’s gonna do what he’s been dreaming of all these years. suck. those. tits.

same universe as this miguel.

cw; lactation kink, pregnancy, breeding kink (not really but yknow me), dry humping, titties, older nerd!miguel, they’re finally married!

800+ words

@cheonstapes : she’s back! again!

if miguel had to pick a part of your body he loved the most, it’d definitely be your tits.

if you think he was obsessed before — you don’t wanna know what goes through his head as he watches you waddle around his house, carrying his kid, sighing every time you leak through another shirt. you had forgone a bra ever since you got pregnant, saying how uncomfortable they feel against your chest — not that he was complaining.

“for fucks-sake, again?”

he was so used to hearing you say that, he already had a shirt on hand for you to change into. you were so grateful for your doting husband that you completely missed that nasty glint in his eyes you usually only see when he’s bending you over the bed and fucking you raw — luckily for him.

“here, honey. lift your arms for me.”

as you do, he pulls the shirt up — the soiled fabric catching under your swollen breasts as he wiggles it off you. “ah, shit — thanks, baby. but fuck, am i’m so tired of changing shirts every 10 minutes!” you might be tired, but miguel cannot get enough of it. he was already so fucking hard, practically salivating at the sight of your bare breasts still leaking down your heavy belly.

“maybe you should just ditch the shirts all together, love — you know i hate seeing my beautiful wife uncomfortable.” miguel’s voice was a soft whisper in your ear, lips slowly tracing down the side of your jaw to your sensitive neck — kissing the skin so tenderly. his calloused hands gently massaged the taut flesh of your tits, probing and squeezing at your nipples to let out small trickles of that sweet milk.

“migs, how many times are you gonna say that?”

“as many as it takes for you to finally listen.”

the breathy laugh you let out did little to qualm the feeling deep in his gut — he was dead serious, there was absolutely no reason for you to be in shirts all the time when you have him to take care of you whenever you needed a good milking. his hips were already sinking into to the plush of your ass that he loved oh-so-much — especially with how much fatter it got during your pregnancy.

it was almost as if he had lost control of his body, a hand landing on your waist to bend you over the counter as he mindlessly ruts into you. “dios, nena, eres tan hermosa. vas a ser la mamá más guapa, ¿verdad? mm, my pretty, little mama.” miguel never failed to turn you on to no bounds, like, you have a walking greek god as a husband — but those fucking hormones were making it unbearable.

the force at which he was pushing against you had shifted your drenched panties to the side, leaving practically nothing between you and his drooling bulge. his fingers tightened around the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh delicious hard as his free hand flipped you over — pushing your back against the edge of the counter. “shit…been waiting to taste these all fucking day, honey.”

mindful of your growing belly, he hiked one of your legs up on his hip — craning his neck down to suck on a pert nipple. wasting no time, and at a much better angle, he continued to grind against you — his tip catching against your engorged clit. “m—migs, baby, fuck…” the way he swirled and sucked so eagerly reminded you of when you first started dating, how determined he was to knock you up before the two of you even moved in together.

the taste was so addicting, some of your milk trickling down his body — dripping onto the ground beneath you. you knew he was about to cum, hard — his eyes had rolled back, breathing in heavy pants, hands rushing to pull down the waistband of his sweats. “gonna paint my girls in my cum, love — sé una buena chica y mantenlos juntos para mí.”

“‘course, baby.” you nodded breathlessly, squishing the globes of fat together as he pumped his cock dry — head thrown back as ropes upon ropes of his hot seed coated your tits, sliding into the self-made crevice. “god, what did i do in my past life to have a wife as sexy as you, mamí?” his spent cock bobbed against his thigh as he trapped you against the counter — kissing you deeply as his wet hands reaching up to rub the cum into the skin of your breasts.

“mmph — y’know, i heard cum’s good for the skin. it, uh, helps with the blood circulation in your tits — i think we should do this more often, love.”

“migs, if you weren’t, like — a whole scientist, i might’ve believed you. if you want a titjob, just say that.”

“…i mean, you said it — not me.”

all your home shirts were promptly locked away and never to be seen again.

-new year, new waiting for cheon to get her shit together andpost!

[tacticalprincess]

https://www.tumblr.com/tacticalprincess/745893903567388672/bouncing-on-nerdk%C3%B6nigs-cock-while-he-gushes?source=share

helloooo gosh i've been thinking about nerd!könig a lot :'((( i just want to dom him!!! it's okay if he's a little bit inexperienced— i can give him all the experience he wants.

sub!nerd!könig is the type to ask “am i doing good?” when he’s eating you out :(

you have a nice deal set up — he teaches you history, you teach him how to have sex. you finally spread your legs for him at the end of a long study session, presenting your pretty, bare pussy to his hungry eyes, and telling him to show you how he thinks it’s meant to be done. he’s never been more nervous in his life, unsure of where to look and touch first. he only knows about the female genitalia through sex ed and anatomy lessons, and he could name off every nerve and flap individually, but he’s never been presented with one in real life.

he goes for the safest option, spreading your chubby pussy lips and softly rubbing at your slippery clit. all while stuttering about how pretty you are, breath heavy and hot against your soaked cunt. his dirty talk isn’t even meant to be dirty, he’s just rambling out of nervousness, which only makes it hotter. “mein gott, you’re so wet. is that because of me?” “i’ve never seen such a cute, fat pussy… so warm inside.” “does this feel good? do you want my tongue now?”

you tell him usually this requires less talking, and he gets all flushed and embarrassed, finally diving in to lick and suck at your cunt. he’s messy and uncoordinated, trying his best to follow your instructions of how to swirl his tongue, when to dip his thick fingers into your hole. his drool and your slick pools at your ass, your back arching off the bed when he finds your g-spot, abusing the nerves with his calloused fingers while he suckles at your swollen clit. his hungry moans and whines vibrate up your abdomen, his glasses crooked from the way he’s smothering himself in your heat, addicted to the taste of you.

your encouragement is very important to him. your moans, the bucking of your hips against his face. if you get too silent, he stops, looking up at you with a fucked out look and messy face to ask if he’s still doing good. it’s not long before you’re forced to switch positions to regain control, riding his face while you tell him — and probably the rest of the dorm hall — just how good of a boy he is.

[diorchids]

friendly attachment, luke castellan.

cw: pure smut, fwb (friends w benefits), nerd!luke, roommate!luke, praise, alluding to religion, oral, fingering, breeding kink, attachment.

the way they’d sit crooked on his nose, his glasses were sleek, black specs that he had always left in your room. his forehead was slick with sweat as he pushed his cock deeper into your cunt. “luke,” your eyes were teary, sure to be puffy by morning, “you’re so good… so perfect.” and he’d just dumbly nod right along with you.

as much as he tried not to, he got attached.

you’d be on his bed, knees to your chest as your pretty holes were exposed to him. he’d kneel in front of the foot of the bed, hands all clammy before he planted a thumb on your clit. he’d circle it slowly, pressing down as he spoke under his breath, “beautiful. all mine.” maybe he was possessive. “don’t tease me, lukey, makin’ me wait…” you whined.

he’d nod and lean closer, inhaling the scent of your sweet nectar. you were god to him essentially, he’d worship your body, being in an indefinite spell under you.

luke would kiss your inner thighs before moving closer. it’s sweet. sugary sweet. he’d take the soft flesh of your cunt into his mouth, lapping gently before progressing into something animal-like. he’d hold your tummy in place as he savored every sweet juice that drips onto his tongue. he’d groan softly as he tastes your nectar, feeling the wetness of your cunt on his tongue. “more?” and you’d nod.

he slips two fingers in, curling them to rub against that perfect spot. that warm, tingly, delicious feeling in your clit–everywhere–threatened release. his fingers were deep, bruised knuckles only visible. you tried so hard not to cum on your friend.

you’d cry and moan pathetically as you came all over him, cunt pulsing as those salty tears began to stain your cheeks.

after, he’d just stand, pulling his fat cock out of his cock, pre-cum dripped onto sheets of his bed. he would tap his puffy tip on your clit, making you jerk your body. his hands were planted on your waist firmly as he pushed into you, cunt sucking him in perfectly.

you moaned loudly, the sounds reverberating around the room, other students being sure to hear. you cried so much, too, legs trembling out of control as he slammed into you.

your cunt drooled all over the bed, sticky juices at the base of his cock made him dig deeper. “too much, is it too much for you?” you were intoxicating—he couldn’t pull out of you.

“jus’ give me a baby, luke. let’s have a fucking baby.” as he moaned pathetically while your cunt milked him.

how pretty you’d looked, lips puffy, eyes watering, mascara running, eyes half-lidded; in all of your glory.

he couldn’t let go. no, this was real. you came messily under him, becoming overstimulated as he stuffed you even more, begging for him to move slower. he didn’t stop.

this was real.

he hunched over, holding you in his arms—giving you what you so desperately wanted.

your noses touched, and you looked the others eyes. he thrusts even harder his cock hitting all the best spots inside as he chased release. feeling you clench around his cock, luke holds you tighter, filling you with his hot cum as he groaned loudly.

he didn’t let go, no, he continued to hold you. his cock softened before releasing a few more spurts of his cum. you took it all. “my… my god.” he groaned.

and god you were.

[fattystoriez]

The Blob

Content Warning: Rapid weight gain

Tyler stood outside the small theater, his hands in his pockets, squinting up at the marquee that proudly advertised the revival screening of the 1958 original "The Blob". As a fan of classic horror films and Halloween, he thought that seeing such a classic movie might be an interesting way to spend the evening. What surprised him wasn’t just the fact that there was a line for such a niche film but he was surprised to see that tt wasn’t the usual crowd of film buffs or horror nerds... it was a bunch of shirtless fat men.

At first Tyler had to blink and rub his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things, but no... the people in line were grotesquely and unapologetically fat men. Their massive bellies hung over their pants, soft and jiggling with every tiny movement. Some of them looked almost… content. They were more than just content, they were in bliss, rubbing and kneading their fat. Tyler watched as their fingers push into their fat bellies and soft moobs.

“Jesus Christ,” Tyler muttered under his breath, trying to avoid looking at the freak show, but it was hard. The scene was bizarre. He glanced down at his own flat stomach, his lean frame almost embarrassingly out of place. His polo shirt was crisp, his khaki shorts neat and tailored, he was a toothpick compared to the slobs ahead.

One guy in particular who was standing right next to him caught Tyler’s attention, the dude was massive and easily over 300 pounds. The man's belly hanging down past his waist, his chest sagging with plump mounds of fat. The man’s eyes were half-lidded, a dumb, vacant grin plastered on his face as his fingers absentmindedly massaged his belly, making it ripple and jiggle.

"What the hell was going on here? Why were these guys here?" He leaned slightly toward the man, trying to get his attention.

“Hey, man, what’s going on here?” Tyler asked, trying to keep his voice casual. “Why are there so many people like… uh, this?” He gestured vaguely, not wanting to offend but also clearly unnerved.

The obese man didn’t respond or even look at Tyler, instead he let out a long, low groan of pleasure. As he continued to rub his fat belly, his hands sank deep into the soft pillowy flesh, his fingers brushing over the thick rolls with a kind of mindless obsession. His massive man tits jiggled slightly with every movement, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened across his doughy skin.

Tyler stepped back, wide-eyed and a little freaked out. “What the fuck?” he muttered under his breath. As Tyler looked around, the rest of the line was the same. Fat men everywhere, all of them playing with their fat. Tyler could even see that some were even drooling slightly, as if the very act of feeling their own flab was enough to send them into some kind of brainless trance.

Tyler shifted uneasily in line, the weirdness of the situation gnawing at his brain. His lean body felt out of place as every other guy in this line was a fat obsessed hog. He glanced down at his own flat stomach, still taut under the fabric of his polo shirt. A small comfort in the middle of this bizarre nightmare.

That’s when it started.

A tingling sensation like static electricity began creeping up his spine, sinking into his abdomen. He scratched absently at his side assuming it was just nerves, but it didn’t go away. In fact, it intensified. A low buzz filled his head as his stomach felt like it was… was... pressing forward???

"What the fuck?"

His stomach was pushing against his shirt, a small but noticeable paunch that hadn’t been there seconds ago. His fingers probed the soft flesh, confusion gripping him. “What the hell is going on?” his voice sounding shaky.

His stomach expanded further, stretching the fabric of his polo until it strained against his belly. His sides bulged outward, forming thick, fleshy love handles that pressed into the waistband of his khaki shorts. Tyler’s breath hitched as he felt his chest swelling too, the little definition he had, the faint outline of muscle, vanished beneath growing layers of fat. His chest puffed out, sagging, forming plump moobs that jiggled slightly with every breath.

No, no, no, no…

His hands frantically pushed his body, trying to hold back the waves of blubber. His once sharp jawline softened as he sported a double chin that quivered with every movement. His ass sagged into a mound of fat that hung low, jiggling against the growing mass of his thighs.

When Tyler tried to speak the words came out jumbled and incoherent. His mind felt foggy, clouded with a strange, heavy feeling that dulled his senses. The more his body grew, the more the buzzing in his head grew louder, the feeling was drowning out any coherent thought.

A moan slipped past his lips as his fingers brushed over his now massive belly, the soft, jiggly flesh sending waves of pleasure through his dumbed-down brain. His belly was fat, pressing harder against his shirt, stretching the material until it finally ripped open. The the short tore off his now obese frame, it exposed the full, wobbling mass of his gut. His khaki shorts were next, leaving him standing in nothing but tighty whiteys that barely clung to his widening body.

Tyler’s mind was almost completely gone by now, his thoughts replaced by one overwhelming obsession: his belly. He couldn’t stop touching it, couldn’t stop jiggling the fat that had once been foreign but now felt so right. He was like the men in line, no longer a lean, smart young man. Tyler had become a dumb, slobbering mass of flesh, consumed by the simple pleasure of feeling his fat jiggle beneath his fingers. Tyler had become "The Blob".

[honeylations]

KIM MINJEONG X FEM!READER

Prompt: With you dating nerdy + med student, Kim Minjeong, people think you are in control. But they don’t know your girlfriend’s true self behind closed doors.

Warnings/Notes: g!p Minjeong, secretly dom Minjeong, shy in the streets sexy in the sheets, sub reader, femme reader, shy Minjeong in public

A/N: sorry I disappeared for a month or so, I was swamped with other commitments T^T

“Hey Y/n” Aeri appears in front of your table in the cafeteria, holding her own tray of lunch.

“Hey Aeri, how was class?”

She sat down in a tired manner and even added a dramatic sigh. You smiled at her.

“I don’t even want to talk about it”

“That bad huh?”

“Bad? It was so boring! I knew I should’ve bought a Red Bull beforehand. Anyways, how about your classes?”

You placed your chopsticks down and shrugged. “Could say the same but I’m getting by smoothly thanks to Minjeong. She helps me once she finishes her stuff”

“I forget you’re dating that nerd sometimes” Aeri rolled her eyes.

“Hey don’t call her that! She’s adorable”

“Hi girlies! Hope you don’t mind us joining” Jimin and Yizhou appear and took their seats.

“What are you guys talking about?” Yizhou asked, looking between you and Aeri.

“About Y/n’s nerdy loser girlfriend”

“I said don’t call her that Aeri!” You whined, whacking your chopsticks at her knuckles.

“Ow hey! It’s basically true!”

You looked at the other two girls for help but by the look of their timid faces, you could tell they were on Aeri’s side. “You don’t know her like I do”

The 3 girls turn their heads to look at where Minjeong was sitting alone. She was munching on an onigiri while flipping through her fat text book, pausing for a second just to push her thick glasses up her nose.

“I’m not against you dating her, Y/n. We’re just surprised that you two even clicked” Jimin simply said, going back to eating her own food.

“I assume you top in the relationship” Yizhou winked, making your face go red.

“Um…yeah. Totally” You smiled awkwardly because they definitely didn’t know what goes down when you and Minjeong are alone.

“A-Ah! Minjeong-ah!” You gasped out a moan when your girlfriend pulled your hair back while blowing your back out.

“Mmm so good, Princess”

It took her a couple more thrusts before she flipped you on your back, letting your head fall onto the pillow, giving you a view of your girlfriend in her white tank top, messy hair, and black framed glasses.

This was the Minjeong you didn’t want the girls to know about which is why you played along with their nerd stereotypes on your girlfriend.

Minjeong was introverted in public, even when you’re by her side holding her hand. Your friends like to believe that you’re in control of the relationship but if they were to walk into your sex moments with Minjeong, they’ll realise that everything they have claimed was actually the other way around.

During sex, Minjeong was a whole different person and you loved her just as much as when she’s shy in public. She will not stop until you’re a drooling mess.

Minjeong leaned down to softly kiss the marks she had left all over your skin before finishing with a soft peck to your lips. She held your legs up by the ankles and proceeded to push her 8.5 inch inside your abused slick covered hole. Your back arched as you fisted the sheets again.

“O-Oh fuck Minjeong baby”

“I wonder what your friends will say when they see you like this, Princess” Minjeong asked rhetorically, enjoying the way you looked at her with hooded eyes and swollen lips.

She leaned down until her lips hovered yours. “I’m in control baby. Your friends can make fun of me as much as they want but when it’s just us, you’re following my orders”

You nodded pathetically, letting her words arouse you even more. “Yes you’re in control, Minjeong-ah”

“Can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”

You shook your head in tears, feeling Minjeong thrust faster that you were slapping against her pelvis. “M-Minjeong ah!”

“Fuck I love you so much, baby. So fucking good for my cock” the taller grunted as she fucked you harder than ever.

You continued to cry her name which made Minjeong wrap your legs around her waist so she could lean down and capture your quivering lips. She was nice enough to slow her thrusts to let your cunt breathe.

“My poor baby. Crying from how good my cock is. You think you deserve to have my cum?” She asked in a baby tone.

You nodded desperately, running your hands underneath the back of her tank top so you could feel her soft skin. “Please Minjeongie. I’ve been good all day”

“You have, haven’t you? Always a good girl for daddy” she kissed your forehead before removing her glasses, and began thrusting again like a maniac.

You clawed onto her back for dear life, feeling so full and destroyed from her monstrous shaft that you could never get tired of. “Fuck yes daddy, fuck me like that!”

“Mmm Y/n-ie” she whimpered in your ear breathlessly.

“Cum in me please daddy, I want it all”

Minjeong grunted in response, biting deep into your shoulder as she rocked herself inside you and releasing an insane amount of cum. The thick liquid triggered your own orgasm, mixing your load with Minjeong’s and feeling it ooze out of you.

You were panting hard as your girlfriend continued to move but at a slower pace, helping her ride out the mind blowing orgasm.

She softly laid on top of you. “Thank you, baby” she mumbled cutely into your shoulder.

The mood change baffles you every time, mostly leaving you in a fit of giggles and hugging your girlfriend closer. “You’re welcome, Minjeongie. Feel better?”

You were talking about her pent up frustrations earlier which had led to the steamy sex. Your poor girl was forced to tutor two other students in her class when all she wanted to spend time with you.

“Yes so much better. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I? Researchers stated that harsh vaginal penetration can lead to life threatening bleeding”

It wasn’t so bad having an impressively smart girlfriend. But it’s bad when your girlfriend is also a big overthinker. “You’re saying that while still being inside me”

Minjeong looked down and realised you were right. “Oh sorry, baby”

You released a soft sigh as she pulled out her slick covered dick, lowkey admiring the mess you both had made on the sheets. Your girlfriend quickly wore her glasses just to get a better view and you rolled your eyes at her little grin. “You’re proud aren’t you?”

“Did you know sperm can be preserved for decades when the semen is frozen?”

“Ugh shut up and sleep with me. I need my cuddles”

Minjeong was quick to obey. “Did you know that during cuddles with someone you love, your body releases oxytocin that calms you and makes you more likely to deal better with stress?”

“Hey baby, did you know that if you say one more fact, the chances of me chopping your dick off are highly likely?” You fired back.

Minjeong took off her glasses and placed them on the side table before spooning you tightly. “Sorry baby. Goodnight. I love you”

“I love you too, baby”

“….did you know—“

“Minjeong!”

“Sorry!”

A/N: don’t @ me for them random faxts, I just got them from Google😭

[channiesbaby1433]

MDNI!!! Not proof read,and i have no idea what the word count is.

Nerd! Big dick! Chan x Popular! Nice! Fem! Reader

(Warnings: smut,fluff,swearing,degradation,light impact play,and breath play,)

This is my first fic,please be nice but leave tips and tricks in comments,reblogs or asks!

Y/N was a little dumb,pretty,but a little dumb,doing amazing in all classes except...science...so naturally she goes to find a tutor,as she's walking down the hall after her last class,she spots Bangchan,handsome,tall (lol) and Beautifully smart,she walks over to him,asking for some help

Y/N: Hey,Chris,i have a question....

She says in her singsongy tone,Chan automatically knows she wants something

Chris: What's up?

He says with a curious but knowing raised brow.

Y/N: Would you tutor me in math please? You're the only person who will help me...

Chris thinks about it,and being the horny nerd he is,he wants something in return.

Chris:Sure,come over at 7:30 PM tonight.

Y/N nods excitedly squealing with excitement and hugging him,her arms around his neck as she jumps in excitement.

Later that day Y/N goes home from school and changes into her more comfy clothes,a sports bra and sweatpants with tennis sneakers before heading over to Chris's place,pulling into the driveway at exactly 7:29 PM.

She gets out of her car,locking it before walking up to his front door,knocking thrice.

Chris was watching Star wars waiting for Y/N to show up,he opens the door,a tent immediately pitching in his own gray sweatpants.

Chris: H-hey..

He says shyly,his cheeks flushing red as he scratches the back of his neck,stepping aside to let her in,trying not to make it obvious he's checking her out,and practically falling in love with what he sees.

He leads her over to the couch and she sits down,her breasts bulging againt the fabric of her sports bra bouncing slightly,easily giving the sensitive Chris blue balls,he had wanted her for so long dreamt of her,jerked off to her photos,and now she was on his couch,at his mercy.

Chris sits down next to her and they begin going over the material,but within minutes Y/N is pinned against the couch,Chris ontop of her,grinding his fat clothed cock against her clit through her own sweats,their tongues in a fight for dominance,he pulls away,only to rip off her sports bra,his lips immediately latching onto the rosy pebbled nipples,his hands kneading the soft flesh. She whimpers,arching into his touch as her hand tangles in his hair,tugging lightly,causing him to groan softly,he gently tugs on her nipple with his teeth,soothing the sting with his tongue,he stands up,only to flip her over onto her hands and knees,yanking down her sweatpants and panties in one go.

He leans in kissing her pussy,causing her entrance to flutter around nothing,taking off his own clothes before lining himself up behind her,tapping his fat tip,moist with precum against her drenched folds.

Chris: You want this big dick stretching out your tight little pussy? Him?

She whimpers,nodding desperately.

His free hand wraps around her throat,his tip teasing her with penetration.

Chris: Fucking beg for it,you little slut.

She whimpers.

Y/N: Please,Chris,i need your big cock stretching me out,please...

He grins,lightly tapping her cheek as he slides into her until he's balls deep inside her cunt,groaning as he bottoms out,slowly rocking his hips back and forth before relentlessly pounding into her,covering her mouth with his hand,grunting and panting into her ear,muffling her sounds.

Chris: Shh,its okay baby,i know its big,but you're gonna be a good girl and take it,aren't you? My sweet little princess,getting her cunt destroyed.

He coos mockingly,his other hand sliding to her neck,wrapping around it and pulling her head back,forcing her to arch her back as he runs a train into her (ifykyk) she whines and moans and whimpers and drools into his palm,her eyes fluttering and crossing in pleasure,her brow furrowing in ecstasy,he groans loudly, his hips stuttering as he gets closer,precum coating her insides,after just a few more minutes,he groans even louder,pumping her full of his warm cum,just in time for her to practically wail in ecstasy against his palm,her own cum mixing with his he leans down to whisper in her ear,his hips slowly coming to a stop but he doesn't pull out just yet,removing his hand from covering her mouth,he whispers.

Chris: You like that,huh? When i pump this dirty cunt full of my cum? You like it when i breed you like that filthy slut you are for me?

She nods,drool dripping down her chin as he finally pulls out of her,his cum dripping out of her cunt straight onto the couch.

Y/N: Mmm,fucking love it....

She says as he grabs his own sweats(how sweet🫠🥺) Gently cleaning her up before gently cradling her against his chest,stroking her hair and rubbing her back.

Chris: Such a good girl...

He whispers soothingly into her ear,lightly kissing it.

She whimpers softly in response,already dozing off against him but not before whispering.

Y/N: I love you...

His gaze softens as she falls asleep and he hears her whispered words,and he whispers back.

Chris: I love you too,my sweet little angel. More than anything.

Eventually he falls asleep as well,both of them content in each others embrace. Both feeling safe and warm.

[konigsblog]

i can't stop talking about nerd!könig, he's been rotting in my mind since before christmas. 📚

cw: smut, bimbo!reader x nerd!mean!könig, afab!gn!reader, dumbification.

könig can't help the way his cock hardens when he shames and degrades you for being such an idiot. you're nowhere near as smart as könig, constantly asking stupid questions so he can mansplain to you like you're a dumbass. i mean, maybe you are really just that stupid, but the majority of it is an act; your panties wet as he scolds you for being such a stupid little brat.

he'll push your face into a textbook while he hits it from behind. his swollen dick pulses inside of your warm sex, his tip weeping into your tight hole. your whimpers are needy and loud, unable to answer the questions he's asking you.

or instead, he'll spank you while asking you these questions that aren't that hard to könig, but leave you dumbfounded. you can't answer a single one, or whenever you can, your voice comes out broken, drowned out by the noises of your pleasure and delirium. your pussy drools against his scarred hand when he spanks and slaps your sensitive clit repetitively, tutting and forcing you to stay still while he continues with his cruelty. tears run down your pretty cheeks, leaving you light-headed and babbling, leaving a sticky mess all over his jeans.

nerd!könig gets off to the slight power imbalance between you two. he's much smarter than you and can come across as a ‘know-it-all’ sometimes.

he enjoys having so much control and authority over your stupidity, sitting between his muscular thighs and jerking him off while he studies. your job is to ease his stress and anxieties so he can study with a clear mind. your soothing touch leaves könig shooting creamy strings of his milky stickiness into your mouth, covering your hardened nipples with fat globs of his semen as it drips from the head of his lengthy, meaty cock.

[sage-green-matcha]

“you say it’s big but you take it, ride cowgirl” with ethan pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

love your writing btw ❤️

TAKE IT - ETHAN LANDRY 🦢

“You say it’s big but you take it, ride cowgirl” - Frank Ocean

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT! P in V sex, jealous Ethan, Ethan stretching you out beforehand, praise kink, biting, spit!

A/n: tysm!!! <33 And ty for the request!

<3

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Your breath hitched as you were pulled against the crowded hallway, Ethan's hand dragging your arm. "Ethan...Ethan! What the fuck?" He had pulled you into one of the bedrooms. "What do you think you're doing?" You shook your head in confusion.

"What?" You scoffed, looking at his anger-covered face. "You're seriously gonna let him touch you like that? You like it, don't you?" "I-...Ethan you don't own me, just because we hooked up once doesn't mean that you can go around being jealous" he furrowed his eyebrows, arms crossed as he looked you up and down.

"Plus, you have no reason to be jealous" you sighed, back pressed against the wall. "Yea? Why's that?" You felt small as he stood over you, fist above your head. "You know..." his eyes glistened with lust and you knew, he knew exactly what you meant.

Ethan was tall, but his shyness took away from people being intimidated by him. He was the dorky nerd with "potential" You knew he was more than that, he had shown you before and you knew how intimidating he could actually be.

It was only supposed to be a one-time thing. You knew it was wrong, to hide it from your group of friends but you couldn't stop thinking about him. The way his thick cock stretched out your walls, pain and pleasure fucking you out while he barely thrusted.

Your small hands wrapped around his dick, sucking and licking on his tip as your hands tried to jerk him off. You felt disgusted with yourself thinking about it, but it was already done and you didn't regret it at all. "Want me to show you again?" You looked up at him, gulping.

Next thing you knew his head was deep in between your legs, echos of your moans running around the room. You held onto his hair tightly, the feeling of your fingers grabbing onto his scalp making him hungrier. His tongue did tricks on your pussy, sucking and biting to make you forget about anyone else except him.

You squirmed and pleaded under his touch, your back arching while he rubbed on your clit. "You gonna let me stretch you out sweet thing?" You nodded eagerly, Ethan's finger slipping into your cunt. The pads of his fingers tapped against your walls, tightening around him.

He thrust his fingers deeper into you, your lips puffy as you bit down on them. You couldn't hold back your moans as you felt him slip in another finger, basically prying your pussy hole open. Your face was pushed into the pillow, crying from the mix of pleasure and harsh pain. "I'm sorry baby, your hole is too small"

It felt like an eternity before he finally decided you were stretched out enough, having you sit on top of his bare thighs. He sat up on the edge of the bed, your weeping and stretched-out pussy waiting for him to thrust inside of you. You looked down in between your thighs, Ethan's hand pumping at his fat cock.

It was bigger than you had remembered, looking at him with concerned eyes. "Don't be scared, you can take it" You looked back down at his cock, wrapping your hand around his tip. He was leaking with precum, his cock hot and throbbing. "It's big" you chewed on your lip.

You lowered your head onto Ethan's shoulder, biting his skin as you rested yourself down on his dick. Your breathing was heavy, whining in pain as his hands rested on your hips. "You're doing so good, pretty girl" You struggled to hold back a groan, the dirty sound filling Ethan's ears.

He decided to help you out, thrusting his cock all the way inside of you. You cried at the feeling, drool dripping off of Ethan's shoulder. The bite mark that you had left was deep, covered in your spit.

His cock filled you up to the brim, stretching your walls out even more than his fingers did. "You okay? You know you can take it" but you weren't sure if you could, barely able to push yourself back up.

You nodded into his shoulder, lips pressed against his soft skin before you moved yourself up. The sound of wetness and whimpers filled your ears, gaining you some confidence.

His hands moved down to your ass, giving you a tight squeeze before you moved up again. His head was lowered as he watched his cock obliterate your insides, the bulge on your belly driving him insane.

You focused on keeping steady breaths, and a steady pace. Unfortunately for you, Ethan had began to grow impatient, fucking his cock into you harshly. Your nails scratched at his back, his cock harshly hitting your g spot. "Told you, you could take me"

[koiiiji]

tw; season 1!Vinny, smut, canonically meanie Vinny.

ageless blogs, minors DNI!

Minu always knew that Vinny had problems with his studies and in general at school, and being a good friend he is, he always insisted on helping. therefore, in order to improve Vinny in some subjects, he asked you to study with his friend. and of course, at first you refused!! did Minu think that you had nothing to do but babysit some rowdy from a dysfunctional school? but after much persuasion, and a couple of bribes in the form of tickets to the concert of your favorite band, it helped you give up.

and damn, you never thought it was really possible to win the lottery. but now, when Vinny's fat cock was hammering into your sweet spot while he bent you over your table, you were starting to think that you had actually hit the jackpot. his big hand was holding you by the neck, pinning you to the table, while the other was strongly holding your hip, forcing you to arch your back harder, yielding to him. you heard his quiet groans, when he leaned on top of you with force, pulling you by the neck and hissing in your ear, "huh, nerd, what did you say this formula was?" - he pointed at the papers scattered on the table - on which you have been drooling for the last 15 minutes - with tests and formulas on the subject which you couldn't remember anymore, let alone the formulas itselves.

you could only whine plaintively in response, rolling your eyes when Vinny fully thrusted in you with renewed vigor, with a low moan, pulling your snow-white shirt off your shoulder. sinking his teeth into your shoulder in an attempt to stifle a moan, his hand reached out to your face, putting one finger right in your mouth, just to feel how you immediately started to suck on it.

"yeah, just like that, you fucking nerd" - he hissed in your ear as your gummy, hot walls tightened around his cock, making him growl with pleasure. given up, he lifted your skirt higher with his other hand, and intercepting both hands, completely leaned on top of you, pounding you into the table with his weight and thrusts.

moaning deeply into the crook of your neck, his thrusts became faster and sloppier, he nibbled your neck while you moaned so sweetly under him, just like the last slut, when he cumed deep inside you, into a condom, which by some miracle, absolutely by accident, turned out to be in his pocket.

[winchester-girl67]

Wild Hearts (Part 4) - Postcards From Dean

Summary: Postcards from Dean to Y/N; sent over the years they were apart. 

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Square: Postcards @j3bingo

Word Count: 743 

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 16-22, Dean is 20-26), language, slow burn, long distance relationship of sorts, pining, maybe a little angst, time jumps, fluff 

A/N: This part was written for @j3bingo go as a collection of AU postcards from Dean to Y/N.

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A few of your favourite postcards from Dean - from the six years you were apart. 

___________________________________

Hey Y/N, 

What do you write on a postcard? 

Dean

P.S. I picked up a stack of these at a rest stop on the way to Sioux Falls and I thought you'd like some old school snail-mail. I'm aware that your parents and the mailman will probably read this too, so... I'm sorry I got your daughter into trouble and now she has- what, ten hours of community service left? But, she's kind of a badass and saved my life so don't go too hard on her. 

P.P.S. And to the mailman: Not cool, dude. 

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Dear Y/N, 

Sam told me to start these with 'Dear' instead of 'Hey', I kind of like the way it sounds so I let him be right for once. Bobby and Jody are pretty cool, they won't even let me pay rent so we can save more money. We'll have a place of our own in no time now. 

xo Dean 

P.S. I hope the 'x' is okay, if not I blame Sam. If so, it was all my idea. You can't tell but I just winked at you. 

P.P.S. It's my birthday and Jody made me a cherry pie! It was so good, I had every intention of saving you a piece but now I'll just have to learn how to make one for you instead. Can't wait for your phone call tonight so I can tell you all about it. 

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Dear Y/N, 

It took a little longer than I thought but we just moved into our own apartment! It's closer to Sam's college but we can still visit Bobby and Jody with a short car ride. 

xo Dean 

P.S. Think you'll come visit me on your gap year? 

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Dear Y/N, 

It snowed today! And I'm making pasta tonight. You can drool over it via video chat later. I wish we were in the same time zone so you could ring in the new year with me too. 

I’m missing you a lot lately,  xo Dean 

P.S. I'm sending you a big fat kiss. You can put it where you want it. X 

P.P.S. To the mailman: Get your mind out of the gutter. She's a lady! 

___________________________________

Dear Y/N, 

I'm seriously craving Donna's mocha ice cream right now. I think it would go great with Jody’s cherry pie recipe. Don't knock it till you try it! 

xo Dean

P.S. Sam hasn't stopped playing that playlist you made him for studying. I swear you have the worst taste in music. I'm going to make you a playlist tonight. 

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Dear Y/N, 

I think I like the mountains on this postcard best, we should take a roadtrip there together, maybe next Valentine’s day? 

x Dean 

P.S. I don't like airplanes. 

P.P.S. But I'm going to take you to all the places on these postcards some day. 

P.P.P.S. I hope you're still pinning these postcards to your wall so you can hold them over my head some day. 

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Dear Y/N, 

I'm sorry. 

xx Dean 

P.S. If I could have one superpower it would be the ability to control the weather. 

P.P.S. Getting snowed in would be a lot more fun WITH you. 

P.P.P.S. Maybe my superpower should’ve been teleportation! Damn it, is it too late to change my answer? 

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Dear Y/N, 

I just dropped Sam off for his first year of law school. I feel old. Luckily, he got another scholarship though, so I don't have to worry about paying his tuition. Kid's a major nerd. 

x Dean 

P.S. I'm actually in California! The salt air here makes me think of home, of you. You feel so far away right now. I'm not even looking at the same ocean. That sucks. 

P.P.S. We haven't talked in a while and I know that's mostly my fault, but I wanted to give you a heads up. I'm coming home... Soon. 

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Dear Y/N, 

Did you notice there's no stamp? 

Always yours, 

xoxo Dean 

P.S. I was going to tell you to meet me where I first kissed you but that's a hell of a walk. So meet me under our streetlamp. The one where you put ice cream on my nose the first night we met. 

P.P.S. I hope you come, I can't wait to see you. But I understand and no hard feelings if you don't. 

_________________________

Part 5

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28 @backseat-of-deans-67chevy

SPN: @hobby27

Wild Hearts: @justrealizedimmascifygurl @evieluvsjamie @kimberkingrivers @vicmc624 @ladysparkles78

[quickitches]

The Arrangement

tagged: scent kink, F/F

Louisa stood outside the door. She had to work up the courage to actually knock. Her heart was pounding. She bit her lip, slowly raised her hand.

Knock knock.

***

A few hours earlier. "Damn it damn it damn it!" Louisa cursed to nobody in particular, alone in the locker room. She had lost, and lost badly. A shameful first for her - a set without winning a game. She couldn't turn it around after that, her motivation shattered. Kelly had been in the bleachers of course, front row.

Lou tossed her tanktop and skirt into the gym bag, then scratched her back with the racket. How long had it been, again? Lou picked up her phone, brought up the texts with Kelly. Or "Smelly", as Lou had saved her number. The girl had sent her Motivation mode: ON! last Thursday. An emoji every day after that... Nine days? Nine whole days. Last time it had been five.

She had an Arrangement with Kelly. A week or so before every match, Kelly would stop bathing. If Louisa won, she'd be rewarded - first, she would get to give Smelly Kelly a nice, long bath. Then, they'd have what Kelly disparagingly refered to as 'normie sex'. Losing meant getting a punishment instead: Lou on a leash, serving the stinking nerd's kinky whims.

***

Kelly opened the door. Nine days of showerless musk greeted Lou. She blinked, her nose twitched. She tried her best to keep her composure. "Shame about the match, Lou." said Smelly. She hugged Louisa. Lou hugged her back, coughing and gagging a little as her nose was forced in the crook of the tall woman's neck. With her arms raised up for the hug, the odor of Kelly's pits made it to Lou's nose. Just a taste, considering what would come after. "Can't win every time, I guess."

The apartment was a mess, as always. Several sets of Kelly's shoes were strewn about the hallway. In the living room, Louisa had to push away a stack of papers and a box of cables on the couch to make space for her gym bag. The table was covered in empty glasses, mugs and plates. Snack wrappers and fast food bags. So unhealthy! There was a single empty spot, clearly where Kelly would put her feet up while gaming.

Lou opened up her gym bag. Normally she'd cringe at the stink of her sweaty clothes. Not here, though. The sweat of a single tennis match could not elbow past the stench of Kelly. Louisa changed into the sweaty match outfit. She made a show out of undressing. It was putting on the tennis outfit that grabbed Kelly's attention. Once Lou was dressed again, Kelly put her hand under her skirt and fondled her on the butt. "Don't be sad, superstar. Next time you'll kick their ass."

***

Thinking was all but impossible. Louisa was on all fours with the collar around her neck, the other end of the leash around Kelly's wrist as she played her video game. Kelly had stripped down to her panties and socks. The sweatpants and tanktop she wore added to the smelly pile of clothes on the other end of the couch.

Smelly's legs were spread, and Lou's face was inches away from the bulge in those stripey black panties. Kelly's sedentiary lifestyle meant her cock and balls had been stewing in their own sweat, cultivating a thick, musky stench like nothing else in the world. Desires swirled in Lou's head. She wanted to, needed to lick Smelly Kelly's reeking balls, kiss her fat belly, suck on those disgustingly sweaty nipples.

Kelly would often talk about being 'musk-drunk'. Until now, Louisa had dismissed that as just another dumb fetish meme. But now, slack-jawed, drooling, wanting nothing more than to throw herself all over this reeking nerd, a single coherent thought managed to float to the top of Louisa's mind: Guess it was real.

Smelly paused her game for a moment and left her gamepad on Lou's upper back. She reached into her panties to scratch herself. A tug on Lulu's leash brought her face closer to the cotton panties. The fingers raking up and down inside agitated the pubes, releasing more of the caked-in grimy stink. "This... Fifth time scratch... Itchy?" Lou said. She swallowed her drool, blinked a couple of times. Focus, focus. She tried again. "Why do you keep itching it?" "It's nothing you need to worry about, tennis girl." Kelly took her hand out and brought it to Louisa's lips. Lou touched her nose to the fingertips. She drank the stench in. Her concern about Smelly's itching crotch was washed away immediately.

***

Kelly had given Lou a break. She went to the kitchen to grab an energy drink. Louisa sat on the couch. It was no secret Kelly was into tennis players. It bordered on a fetish, really. Above the TV there was a shelf adorned with all kinds of tennis memorabilia. Tennis balls, replica trophies, even a figure of a tennis player from some video game or anime. Kelly wasn't sure.

"One for you, one for me." Kelly returned with two cans. She handed the sugar-free one to Lou, turned off the video game. She picked up her phone and played a video on the TV. 'Melissa and Amy Shower After the Match.' The two actresses were in tennis dresses, tastefully sweaty, kissing in the locker room. The dialogue was poorly written, not that Louisa was in any mental state to notice that. She gulped her energy drink down quickly and left the empty can on the trash-covered table. "More." "Sorry, love. Those were the last drinks." "No, Smelly. More sniffing." "More?! Last time you swore you would never lose a game again, Lulu!" Kelly said. "Ask and ye shall receive."

Smelly Kelly raised her arm. She tried to pull Louisa's face in with the leash but Lou needed no encourangement. She shoved her face into the armpit hair, sniffing noisily. The smell was different here. No less intoxicating. Lou licked at the skin below the armpit but kept an eye on the soft porn playing before her. The two tennis girls had stripped down to their underwear and hopped in the shower. They made out, grinding against eachother, water soaking their sports bras and panties. Louisa reached down to Kelly's crotch. At first she just scratched her. Then she grabbed Kelly's cock through the cotton panties. They were already stained with precum, a wet spot on the black and white striped fabric. Kelly's toes curled up with the motions of Louisa's hand, up and down, up and down.

"Someone's turning into a dirty little muskslut, isn't she? When you can think again, Louisa, we will discuss the Arrangement." "No... I want--" She could not find the word. How frustrating. "--sniffs...?" "Exactly. This will be your reward from now on, dear." Lou closed her eyes and purred into Kelly's pit. "And this is yours." Lou placed her mouth above Kelly's armpit and bit her. The teeth sank in just enough to leave an impression on the supple skin. Her mouth filled with the pungent taste of stale sweat, her tongue burning. Kelly moaned. Her left hand stroked along Lou's inner thigh. Its sister gripped the empty energy drink can, quickly crushing it. She came. A weak, watery load stained her panties. She wiggled and shimmied - something Louisa always made fun of. Not today, though. Lou's mouth was too full of armpit.

The video Kelly had played was over. She laid her head back, the only sound in the room Louisa's hungry sniffing and licking at her pit. Lou was groping her boob now. Kelly sighed happily and put her hand over Louisa's. "We'll hit the shower. Then, I'm eating you out. Deal?" "No! I like you stinky." "Musk slut. Say what you are." "I'm Smelly Kelly's muskslut." "Good girl."

[konigsblog]

How bout nerd!reader and rapist!professor könig

tw; age gap (20s-50s), rape/non-con, manipulation and coercion. 🎀

note; sorry if this is shit, i've been so tired recently and i can barely focus! 😵‍💫

professor-könig always loved taking advantage of his students, especially you. you're such a smart thing; always paying attention, having such a great attitude and always being so obedient and eager to listen and learn. he found it cute — adorable, the way you would look at him so sweetly was driving him insane.

könig almost thought that you wanted him, that you were giving him lustful, hungry eyes on purpose, having you stay behind after class. könig coerced you; telling you he'd give you an extra mark, give you 100% on all your exams. he watched you become teary-eyed, knowing you wanted this so badly, leaving you with no choice but to drop your panties and bend over his desk, shaking and trembling with fear.

könig made sure to go rough on you, as this was a one time occasion and he wasn't gonna miss out on abusing his authority as your professor. :( könig grinded his hot, large, fat and bulbous cock against your ass, sliding inside your tight asshole, his fat and nusky balls pressed firmly against your tight ass as he finally and fully eased inside, moving erratically.

he held both of your hands behind your back in a large fist, thrusting and fucking into your drooling hole whilst degrading you for doing this, for giving into his filthy and gross demands. könig slammed and pounded into your wet and clenching asshole, listening to your stuttered cries and moans as he assaulted and brutalised your body unforgivingly and harshly. :(

[mushiver]

I haven't been a movie nerd even ONCE on this account. Here's my top 10 movies in 2023

1. The Lord of the Rings (trilogy)

IT STILL COUNTS AS ONE

Can't go wrong here. There's fantasy, action scenes, friendship, romance, badass dialogue, comedy. There's refreshing masculinity where men are close friends, fight for each other, die for each other, kiss each other on the forehead, sing, etc. The Aragorn Arwen romance is sweet and isn't overblown, and the main theme is to fight for good. If you're tired of anti-heroes and want a clean good vs. evil, this is it. The downside is not having poc representation and only 3 important women, but they are extremely awesome and play pivotal roles. If you've heard about LOTR for forever but never actually seen it, here's your sign.

2. The Lego Movie

This movie sells itself, but I have seen it maybe. 40 times. And I could quote it from start to end as a kid. It's funny, has crossover characters along with the main ones (like Batman, Superman, Gandalf, Abraham Lincoln, Han Solo), lots of references, and the main message is that you're special in your own way. It's very autism coded, I think

3. Jaws

Classic man vs. monster, and it's great if you don't watch thrillers and need something "dip your toes in." While the majority of the town goes all rambo trying to kill the shark, the main characters are the opposite. The chief of police is ultimately empathetic and wants to stop more people from being hurt, Matt Hooper is a shark expert "city boy" coming along, and Quint has a boat that needs to be bigger

4. My Cousin Vinny

Vinny is a lawyer taking a case to prove his cousin didn't murder a clerk, but he's the worst lawyer in existence. He forgot everything he learned in law school, can't stop wearing a leather jacket to court, and his fiancée saves him most times. It has some of the most quotable lines and 10/10 I recommend to Alabamans for the southern jokes

5. Knives Out

A modern "whodunit" mystery that shines the most because it's a comedy. The main character Marta is the only one who thinks she knows what happened, but she pukes every time she tells a lie. Benoit Blanc is also the most iconic detective to me and one of my favorite characters ever

6. Tommy Boy

This has a very similar tone to My Cousin Vinny, but it's a road trip movie. After Tommy's dad dies, he and Richard (a jerk coworker) try to sell autoparts to save his company. They're the worst salesmen in existence, but ultimately are creative and pull some shenanigans (Tommy and Richard go from rivals to buddies). It's from the 90s and not very chill with the r-slur and some fat jokes, but it's ultimately a feel-good movie if that isn't a dealbreaker for you

7. Jurassic Park

Like Jaws, another classic pop culture movie. The score is so good, and they make a world full of dinosaurs have the same magic feel as the wizarding world. It's an adventure movie with great action scenes and characters. (This is a trope I love personally but) Alan Grant is a grump who doesn't like kids, but later he looks after them. Ellie Sattler is one of my favorite characters ever, and Jeff Goldblum lays on a table. Survival movies are fun 10/10

8. Joker (2019)

DROOLING OVER THE CINEMATOGRAPHY. It's such a well-made movie, and you never know entirely what's real with unreliable narrating. It makes you feel for Arthur and understand his actions while knowing he made the wrong decisions in the end. Some think it's negative for mental health representation, but it can be used as a cautionary tale for the ways mentally ill people are mistreated and how the events that led to the start of the film weren't his fault. Ultimately, I think it inspires more empathy, and it's a piece of art

9. Signs

I'm a sucker for the "everything makes sense in the end" trope. A lot of people didn't like the combo of two supernaturals (the existence of God and aliens), but I don't think it ruins the movie. It centers around a family struggling with the death of their mother (or sister or wife, depending on the character), and the ex-priest dad had lost connection with his faith. He happens to find it again because of an alien invasion. Normal Tuesday

10. Arsenic and Old Lace

From 1944, it's a weird movie and the acting is iconic. Mortimer is trying to get to his honeymoon, but when he visits his aunts, he finds a dead body in the house. It's a comedy involving shenanigans, avoiding the police, and an uncle who thinks he's Teddy Roosevelt. (It's a bit outdated as far as mental illness goes, but Mortimer's goal is to put his family in the care of a mental institution rather than shipping them off or telling the police.) As a drama queen, I also appreciate Cary Grant being a drama queen

10 honorable mentions: Lego Batman, Napoleon Dynamite, The Goofy Movie, Clue, Psycho, Marriage Story, Into the Spiderverse, Avengers Endgame, Dead Poets Society, Muder on the Orient Express. Swag thanks for reading