#it was me (with the fat crush not the designing him part)

[dell-amor-te]

Lucanis’ little temple beauty mark, ooh, I just know whoever designed him for Veilguard read “Tevinter Nights” and has been harboring a FAT crush since.

[dollfacefantasy]

Can't Help It

pairing: dbf!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: your dad's coworker needs a housesitter, but the house isn't the only thing you'll be sitting on (haha pls laugh)

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, masturbation, oral (m receiving), age gap (i imagine early 20s/late 30s), both reader and leon are kinda pervy but not in a skeevy way <3

word count: 5.3k

a/n: hi hi i am back! this was such a pain to write for no reason, but as always, i hope people enjoy. i'm not sure what trope this really falls under, it's probably more accurate to say dcw (dad's coworker), but we'll go with dbf for convenience. i might make a part 2 of this idk. also, i know the header images are really giving graphic design is my passion but... it is what is lol. as before, thank you for all the support on my last fics. if you reblogged or commented, i'm giving you a smooch rn. and just wanna say that i do take requests. if anyone is interested, don't be shy ;) any who, feedback, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! <3

When your dad’s new coworker asked if you’d be interested in housesitting for some easy money, you couldn’t find a reason to say no. Agent Kennedy, like your father, traveled for work a lot. Often gone for weeks at a time, he needed someone to watch the place and take care of menial tasks like getting the mail and watering the plants. It paid well and all you had to do was basically live in his house.

You had met him several times in passing before he offered you this job, and he was always nice to you. He would say hi when you’d come down for a snack while he talked to your dad in the living room. He’d ask how college was and about the different classes you were taking. One time he even told you about some old band he liked that he thought you would too. And that was all great.

But what was even better was that he was fine as fuck.

You had a fat crush on him from the moment you were introduced. The way his eyes pierced right through you but in the softest way. How his lips curled into a knowing smile while his hand gripped yours in a firm shake. The way he said “pretty name for a pretty girl” when you told him your name. From any other middle-aged man, that would have been so corny and had you internally shriveling up. But from him… you had to fight the urge to get on your knees then and there.

He’d approached you about watching his house, saying something about how there had been some nearby break-ins in empty houses and it would be a good way for you to get some spending money and blah blah blah. You were on board as soon as the opportunity to have more of him in your life presented itself.

Unfortunately, it was the nature of housesitting that you rarely saw your employer. You would see him when you showed up and when he came home and that was it. But those moments were enough to sustain your delusion.

The first time you came over, you walked into the house, glancing around the den of the man who enraptured you. It was pretty basic, but you figured that not being home a lot would be the reason for that. When you were done trying to psychoanalyze him from looking around his house, he gave you your own set of keys with a wink that had you blushing an embarrassing amount.

“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you said softly.

“Call me Leon, Sweetheart,” he replied.

You had to look away to conceal your giddy smile. You didn’t think he noticed the effect he had on you. Or if he did, he didn’t care about your pitiful infatuation. But other times, you could have sworn he did this kind of thing on purpose.

Your first stint in the house went smoothly. You made sure to do everything he asked and even cleaned up the place a little bit. When he returned from wherever his work had taken him that time, he seemed impressed to your delight. He looked around, making small talk with you before writing your check.

“You get up to anything crazy while I was gone?” he said, smirking as he scribbled his signature on the small rectangle.

“Yeah, I was real wild - I brought out your vacuum for probably the first time.”

He laughed, handed you the check, and teasingly purred “good girl.” 

Now, he may have been joking, but your panties nearly soaked through with arousal regardless. You yet again hid your revealing expression as you said a timid goodbye and headed out to your car. You were shifting your thighs together the whole ride home, fantasizing about being a good girl for Agent Kennedy so he would relieve that ache between your legs that clouded your thoughts.

Honestly, all of this made you feel pretty pathetic. Lusting after your father’s coworker, now technically your boss, who was a good fifteen years older than you. Blushing and squirming every time he said something more than ‘hi.’ Weren’t you better than this? But then you’d see those thick biceps and mysterious eyes, and the answer in your mind would be a resounding no.

Because honestly, you weren’t better than this, you were so much worse. After the good girl incident, you decided that if he didn’t want you yet, he would. You would make sure of it. From then on, every time you were housesitting, you wore your most revealing outfits, did your hair all pretty, and even tried special perfume so you’d smell extra nice.

But none of it seemed to work. He kept up his regular teasing and charm, but to your dismay, he hadn’t railed you on that sad leather couch in the living room. You tried to convince yourself that his gazes lingered longer and that his touches were more strategic, but that felt like reach even for you. 

It was so frustrating. What more could you do? You touched his arm while he spoke. You laughed harder at his corny jokes. You even hugged him once or twice when you could justify it. You tried to drop hints every way you could without literally just trying to seduce him, and he did not seem to care. You nearly gave up. You decided that maybe you should just cut your losses and spare yourself the humiliation. Leave yourself with some dignity and resign to just being his housesitter.

You would have done this if not for the fact that he lets you sleep in his bed while he’s gone.

His house was meant for one person. It didn’t have a guest room. He told you on your first gig that you were obviously allowed to sleep in his bed since the alternative was the aforementioned sad leather couch in the living room. He told you to bring whatever you needed to be comfortable - sheets, blankets, pillows - since you’d be there for weeks at a time.

At first, it was too weird. It made you feel dirty, sleeping in his bed while harboring your secret carnal desires. But goddamn, that couch in the living room was uncomfortable. You stuck it out for the first time, but the second time you housesat, you relented and dragged your belongings back to the room you’d forbidden yourself from knowing. 

His bedroom, like the rest of the house, is pretty blank, but there’s a little more personality here. It made you feel like such a stalker, but you couldn’t help making observations, right? You got to see the type of cologne he wore, the few dusty books he kept next to his bed, what kind of stuff he crammed in the nightstand drawers. It sounded creepy, but you just had curiosity, right?

You set yourself up in his queen size bed, draping the plush blanket you brought with you across the mattress. The bed was comfy enough, but the absolute best part, the part that kept your fantasies alive and well, was the way the sheets smelled like him.

You nearly moaned when you took a deep breath, filling your nose with that familiar scent. It gave you such a rush pushing your face into those smooth gray linens. It was so wrong, but you couldn’t help shamefully slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts to play with your swollen clit. You clutch the sheets in your fists as you writhe on the bed, whining as you fantasize about your special agent.

Leon had gone years leaving his house desolate without an issue. All that nonsense about potential burglaries and spending money for you had been total bullshit. It’s not like there was anything of value in his house anyway. Those excuses served only as a way to get more of you in his life. He thought housesitting was a happy middleground, a tether to you without being obvious about his motivations.

Ever since he saw you for the first time, heading out your front door, offering a timid ‘nice to meet you,’ he had been hooked. You bewitched him with your sweet temperament, that soft laugh when he told you bad jokes, those gorgeous eyes projecting all the emotions in that pretty head of yours. God, you were so fucking cute.

You made him feel like a dirty old man, sick and perverted for coveting his colleague’s daughter. The embarrassment he felt within himself when he’d notice he was staring at your tits or imagining how your soft lips would look wrapped around his cock was immeasurable. Even though the guilt boiled inside him, he couldn’t stop himself. He craved you. He started finding more opportunities to visit your house, hoping he could steal a few moments of your time. That’s when he knew enough was enough.

Having you as his house sitter worked perfectly. He could have his moments with you without feeling too disgusted with himself. Even though he liked to tease every so often, he kept it friendly. He noticed that you, on the other hand, seemed to be doing everything to change that.

He wasn’t a fool. He could see the changes in your appearance. Those skimpy outfits you’d flaunt yourself in drove him crazy. The way you’d playfully roll your eyes and brush his arm had his cock twitching in his pants. It was becoming all the more tempting to spread you out on the dining table and take what he wanted. But he still wrestled with that part of himself that said to not take it too far. That you deserved better.

That was until you started sleeping in his bed.

He had come home after your second gig, given you your check, and sent you on your way quickly because he was exhausted from his mission. He went straight to his room and collapsed on the bed. He could tell the sheets had been freshly washed by the soft feel, but also because you were always going above and beyond to please him. Despite the recent cleaning, he swore to himself he could smell some of your perfume on them.

He looked like a madman, smelling his bed sheets for the faintest hit of that scent. He groaned, picturing you lying here, your beautiful body sprawled out on his bed. He inhaled deeper while conjuring images of your unkempt hair and sleepy eyes. It wasn’t long until his dick sprung to life as he saw images of you with one of his pillows between your legs, whimpering as you drag your dripping cunt back and forth along the fabric. He couldn’t help the need to desperately pump his cock to sinful visions of his precious girl.

This morning it’s about six when Leon unlocks the front door and quietly walks inside. He completed his mission hours before. He was tired, but it had been short, only about a week, and relatively easy. He told you he would be home in the evening, but he’d finished earlier than expected.

He trudges through the house and down the hall to his bedroom, collapsing in bed at the forefront of his mind. It’s not until he reaches the door and hears your deep breathing that it occurs to him that his bed is currently occupied. He gently pushes the door open and walks in, planning on rousing you so you could get your money and be on your way. When he sees you though, that plan vanishes from his mind.

The sight of you nearly melts him into a puddle. He pads closer to the bed, careful not to disturb you. Your shiny hair is draped across the pillow as you lie on your stomach with one leg hiked up. Your arms rest close to your face, their raised position causing your t-shirt to ride up and allowing him to see your waist. The blanket was tangled between your legs, and his eyes are immediately drawn to the junction of your thighs covered only by those thin panties you wore.

Despite your beauty, he controls himself. He pulls the blanket over your lower body and sits beside you to contemplate his next move. He came up with a few different things he could do, but all he wanted right now was to watch you sleep. He felt like such a creep, but you looked heavenly in this state. His ears strained to hear those delicate exhales coming from your parted lips.

He could just go sleep on the couch until you woke up. He could just wake you up and offer to let you stay until you had your bearings. Or he could just let himself enjoy this a little more.

He wanted to wake you though. He wasn’t fully sure of what he was doing, but if there was any part of you that had reservations he wanted to know. It would rip his heart to shreds if he frightened you somehow. He begins rubbing your back in long soothing strokes. He makes small circles with his fingers every so often. You stir a little, but don’t wake.

He continues his ministrations, smiling at your sleeping form. He uses his other hand to brush your hair from your face. He strokes the locks away from your closed eyes before leaning closer to you. He can smell that familiar scent that had driven him to humping the sheets for the last few months.

“Hey Angel, need you to wake up for me,” he coos in your ear, his hot breath fanning across the side of your head.

It slowly registers inside your unconscious mind that you aren’t dreaming. Actual fingers are coasting along your back. An actual voice is coaxing you back to reality.

A low hum emits from your throat as you shift to face the source of your disturbance. Your eyes open, still heavy from sleep, and Leon enters your field of vision. For a second, you wonder if you’re still dreaming.

“There she is,” he whispers, giving you that charming smile. He runs his fingers along your jaw and tilts your chin to turn your face completely in his direction.

You feel your brain malfunctioning as he floods your senses. The morning light coming through the window illuminating him as he looks down at you. The deep timbre of his voice speaking to you. His rough fingertips dragging across the smooth expanse of your cheek.

Soon as your eyes come into focus and your mind clears the fog of sleep a little, you grasp enough of the situation to feel a jolt of panic. It felt like you woke up late for school. You shoot up in bed and look at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Oh my God, Leon, I’m so sorry. I thought you wouldn’t be back until tonight. I’ll be ready in a minute. Just-” you ramble. You go to fling the blanket off of you, but remember you didn’t wear shorts to bed. You have to sit there, looking at him as you feel heat creeping to your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he cuts you off with a quiet chuckle, gently catching your arm when you sit up, “I finished a little early. You don’t need to rush out the door. I figured you’d still be asleep.”

The look in his eyes soothes you. He has that rugged, worn out look that he gets when he comes back from missions. Your heart rate falls back down to normal levels, but your eyes still cast downwards, a little embarrassed he’d caught you unprepared. His fingers trail up and down your arm, and you shift a little to try and hide the fact that your nipples are hardening beneath the flimsy fabric of your shirt.

“Thank you. I’ll be up in a few though. I know you’re probably tired,” you say, giving him a sheepish smile.

He moves so that he’s further on the bed with you. He lays back on the pillows and looks up at you, rubbing your back how he was before you woke up. 

“Mmmm, I am, but you still don’t need to rush. I’m not gonna complain about a sweet thing like you warming my bed,” he says, that teasing smile spreading across his face and his fingers starting to trace patterns exclusively on the small of your back.

Your eyes flit away as your own smile grows on your face. How were you supposed to be normal about this? You look down at your hands in your lap and mutter a thank you.

“Honey, you really don’t need to be so shy all of the sudden,” he says softly, but there’s a smug lilt to his voice as well. You bite your lip as his hand begins fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

He can’t help the smirk and predator-like glint in his eyes that form at your reaction. This was it. That little smile and refusal to meet his eyes was all he could stand. He was closing in now. The flirtation between you two had gone on long enough. He wanted this, and if you wanted it too, his mind couldn’t find a reason to deny the two of you any longer.

“Sweetheart, if you have something to tell me, you can come out and say it. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he says as he reaches up to pull your hair behind your shoulder and out of your face, “And, lately I’m starting to think that’s what you want.”

You look over to him now, your eyes staring into his. Your limbs feel weak, disbelief coursing through your veins. Your thoughts stampede through your mind, but you eventually force the words from your throat.

“I think I want that too,” you breathe. Your heart seizes at his brows playfully rising. You lay down on the bed, resting on your side so that you and Leon are face to face. Your pulse thunders in your ears while you try to conceal how shaky your breathing is.

He scooches over to you, pushing you on to your back and propping himself on his elbow so he’s positioned above you. He leans down and presses two faint kisses to your cheeks. Pulling back, he looks into your eyes and strokes your cheek again with the same soft and slow movements.

“Think, babydoll? I think you know what you want,” he whispers, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip, “I think you’ve known for a while. Wearing all those cute little outfits, prancing through my house and brushing against me like a kitten. You were just begging for my attention.”

You squirm slightly under the spotlight of his affection. Somehow, you maintain eye contact even though every cell in you feels the urge to look away. Part of your mind wonders if he’s still teasing. If he’s about to pull away and leave you wanting.

Before you could overthink anymore, his head lowers to the crook of your neck. He takes a deep breath of you as he moves himself further on top. 

“Now, you’ve got it, but all you had to do, sweet thing, was ask,” he says as his mouth ghosts over your neck, “That’s all you have to do right now. Just want to hear that you want me as bad as I want you.”

“Yes,” you whimper without a second thought, “Please touch me.”

“That’s my good girl,” he hums as he begins kissing your neck. The kisses are soft. They’re barely there, but they’re overwhelming to you. You can’t help the pathetic sound that leaves your lips as you tilt your head back. The hand that had been touching your face trails down to your waist and begins caressing your side under your shirt.

His tongue gently laps against the skin of your neck between kisses. Your whole body is starting to heat up while simultaneously getting chills. Every inch of you aches for his touch. Your thighs subconsciously spread as your breathing becomes heavier.

Leon lets out a small laugh at your display. “You must really want this Baby. Just a few kisses and rubs and you’re already mine,” he murmurs as his lips move up your neck and down your jaw. He kisses your lips next, giving your bottom lip a little nip.

Another needy sound escapes your mouth. You return the kiss and flick your tongue against his lips. “I do, wanted this since I met you,” you moan, your body writhing for more.

“Naughty girl,” he teases against your lips, “That’s okay though, Angel. I’m the same way. Wanted a handful of these pretty tits since I saw you.” His hand moves up and kneads your breast. His fingers massage the flesh before centering and pinching your nipple. 

You whine and arch into his touch. Your eyes flutter as your face contorts with desire. He slides over you, straddling your waist. He stares down at you and takes in what was finally in his grasp. He coos for you to sit up a little while he pulls your shirt off of you. You comply and then flop back against the pillows. Now exposed from the waist up, his eyes feel even more intense. He’s locked on to the view of your tits.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he mutters, “Even better than I imagined.” His hands cup the sides of your breasts, groping them a bit. You can now see his cock beginning to strain against his jeans. Your mouth waters at the sight, but it’s gone when he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue circles the peak before lapping against it, drawing more whines from you. Your body arches into his touch while his hands never let up their fondling. You take your lip between your teeth again. He moves to give the other nipple the same treatment, leaving the other one cold as the air touches the saliva-coated skin.

He plays with your breasts for a while more before drifting down your abdomen, lavishing your stomach with kisses. He squeezes your waist as he playfully tugs the hem of your panties with his teeth. He looks up at you deviously. “Your nipples were so hard, I bet your pussy’s fucking soaked for me.”

All you can do is nod, any verbal response tangled up in your esophagus. He leans back on his knees and swiftly pulls the garment off. His pupils seem blown out as he gets a look at your cunt. He pushes your thighs to your stomach, spreading you out for his gaze. You felt so exposed, at his mercy as he held you there and just looked at you. Your arms reach down and pull at the hem of his shirt.

“Wanna see you too,” you whimper with pleading eyes.

“Yeah?” he says with a soft smile. He leans back and pulls his shirt off. It takes everything in you to hold back a gasp. “Been fantasizing about me, have you?”

Your eyes rake along his chiseled abdomen, drinking in every line and shadow of his muscular frame. You reach out and pull him back on top of you. His grin grows, and he indulges you. You connect your mouths again, this time sliding your tongue inside his. He groans at your sudden eagerness. He runs his hand through your hair while you feel up his back, exploring the definition there.

You give him a little push, signaling that you want to roll over. His body flips over and takes you with him so that you’re positioned how you wanted. You make out for a minute more until you pull back, looking at him with your lustful eyes and swollen lips.

“Wanna suck your cock,” you say simply, sliding down his body so that you’re lying between his legs. You nuzzle against the bulge in his pants before unzipping them and tugging them down.

His eyes follow your every movement. He pets your head as you rub your face against the outline of his dick. He tilts his head back and lets out a sigh. 

“That’s a good girl, just gotta give you some love and then you loosen up, don’t you?” he coos.

“Mhm,” you hum. You kiss his solid length over the cloth of his boxers. Then, finally, what you had been waiting for since meeting Leon. You loop your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and pull them down, unveiling his beautiful cock.

You wrap your fingers around it, just an exploratory touch. You feel the veins in your hold and the heat radiating from his shaft. You slowly bring your head to the tip to give him some tiny licks. Your eyes dart to his face, looking for approval.

Leon’s chest ached from the way you were looking at him like he was a god. When your tongue sticks out and your eyes return his stare, he nods at you and keeps stroking your hair. Your lips soon wrap around the tip, and you bob your head a little. He groans and his hips twitch.

“That’s a good girl, baby. Good fucking girl,” he moans as your head slides further down his member. His fingers lace through your hair, pulling a little.

The praise only makes you more enthusiastic. You move up and down with more speed, making lewd slurping noises as you work. His hand on your head and his sounds of pleasure has heat collecting in your belly, leaking out of your dripping pussy.

His head rests against the head board as he watches you with half-open eyes. His eyes squeeze shut and his body tenses as you push your head all the way down, taking him into your throat. Spit trickles from your mouth and drips on to his pelvis.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he whimpers, tugging on your hair a little. You taste his pre cum leaking on your tongue. A gagging noise comes from you and his hips twitch harder. He barely restrains himself from bucking up and lodging himself deeper in your throat. You moan around his cock, driving him even crazier. He feels the rush of an orgasm approaching and tugs your hair with more firmness, guiding your head up and off his lap. You whine softly as you lose the taste of him.

“Sorry, pretty girl, don’t wanna cum just yet,” he says.

You crawl back up his body, so you’re in his arms again. You kiss his cheeks and the corners of his mouth as he rolls the two of you over so he’s on top again. He connects your lips in a deep kiss, tasting himself on you as he drags the tip of his cock through your slippery folds.

He doesn’t tease for long though. Soon enough, he’s pushing himself into your tight cunt. You both let out a symphony of sinful noises. Leon watches as your face contorts with pleasure as he stretches you out. You both felt a budding sense of satisfaction after finally receiving what you craved for the last several months.

He bottoms out inside of you. His head falls forward against your neck. He pants as he holds himself together and lets you adjust, keeping an iron grip on your hips. Your fluttering around him as you accommodate his girth. Your nails lightly dig into his back while you cling to him.

He begins thrusting with slow and deep strokes. You moan out his name a few times with a variety of expletives. He keeps his face buried in your neck, grunting as he feels the velvety sensation of your walls around his length. His motions become more fluid as he finds a rhythm with you.

“That’s right Angel, better than your dreams?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you whimper, “So much better. Think your cock was made for me.”

“That so, Baby? I’m made to fill up a precious girl like you? Keep you happy and full of cum,” he growls into your neck, his thrusts gaining intensity.

You nod thoughtlessly as he continues battering your insides, gliding over your sweet spot repeatedly.Your arms wrap tighter around him as you feel yourself getting dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your noises become more strained as Leon lays sloppy kisses on the side of your head.

He hooks his arms underneath your knees and brings your thighs up to your abdomen again. His arm loops around and thumbs your clit as he slams himself in and out. Your back arches and you squirm from the rush of white hot pleasure. You’re right there, not able to hold on for much longer.

“I’m gonna have you so full of my cum today, it’s gonna be dripping out of you still the next time you’re here,” he grunts into your ear, “Make sure your pussy remembers me till I can fill her again.”

His vulgar words rip a high pitched moan from your throat and cause your eyes to roll back. “Fuck, Leon, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Squeeze me nice and tight,” he moans, his own voice getting strained.

You do as he says. The orgasm overtakes you. You release a strangled cry as your body rhythmically rolls into the feeling. Your pussy clamps around Leon tight, sucking him deep and keeping the attention on that blissful spot. The thrill of satisfaction rushing through your mind only works you further. Your eyes flutter and your lips part as you completely let go.

As he watches you cum, he notes that it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The sight of your gorgeous body writhing and trembling because of him. The primal sounds of your moans and cries. It’s too much for him. He growls and grunts into your neck, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He snaps even harder into you and floods you with his sticky, hot cum.

You both ride the waves of euphoria together until you both start coming down. He basically collapses on you as he catches his breath and you wipe the sweat from your brow. After a minute, he pushes himself off of you and flat on to the bed next to you. He gazes at the ceiling as his chest continues to rise and fall with the need for more oxygen.

You sit up slowly, realizing he probably wants you gone now. Like he said, you feel his cum leaking out of you as you move to grab your panties from the corner of his bed. This is how you expected it to be, but it still hurt a little. Nothing you couldn’t handle though. Your pulling them back on when your snapped out of your thoughts by Leon’s arm around your waist, dragging you to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks teasingly, spooning you and softly kissing beneath your ear, “You got what you wanted and now you’re running out?”

“Oh, uhhh… I thought you’d want me to leave,” you say quietly.

He guides your face so you’re looking at him. His eyes are still soft but more serious. “You think I would just fuck you and then throw you out on your ass? You’ve been sleeping in my bed for months, but you don’t know me as well as you think,” he says and kisses your nose, “You don’t have anywhere to be today, yeah? You thought you’d be here till later anyway.”

You nod in agreement, your eyes casting down with some embarrassment over your assumption.

“Hey, don’t get all shy on me now. There’s no reason for it,” he teases, “We have all day for me to show you how I want to take care of you. Just give me a moment, I’m not as young as I use to be.”

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Hard Luck - JJK & KTH (18+) - Prologue

◆ Pairing: CEO Jungkook X Fem employee Reader X Legal advisor Taehyung. 

◆ Summary: You have a good face, a nice body, a fat amount saved in your secondary bank account, a stable job that you love, loving friends and family, you are good in bed. You have almost everything other than a good luck in love. Sleeping around with random dudes don’t feel enough when your friends are getting married and having kids. If you are being honest, you have started getting bored of this prolonged singlehood already. 

Your last light of hope fades away when your work crush, aka the hot guy from the legal department, Kim Taehyung (with whom you might or might not have slept once, okay! twice!), asks you to set him up with your work best friend (who, apparently, is the most asked out woman of the company). But what you don’t know is that the CEO of the company has taken a liking to you and has set out on a mission of winning your heart. 

But wait… Taehyung might have started developing feelings for you in the process of receiving your help!!!

◆ Chapter Summary: First time is a turn-of-events. Second time is... what?

◆ Theme: Romance, drama, light angst, my poor attempt of humor, fluff and eventual smut. office romance au. co-workers to lovers au.

◆ Warnings: implied smut, drinking. NSFW!!!

◆ Word count: 700

◆ Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog

◆ Taglist is open (till 3rd July, 12 am edt). So, you can comment down if you want to be tagged (only if you have your age mentioned in your bio). you can also dm me if you don't want to make your age public.

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When the first time it happened - both of you were drunk. 

Much to your dismay, it was one of those cliched turn-of-events that you hate with your full chest. 

Not that you didn’t know who Kim Taehyung is but still company gatherings are basically incomplete without “I am x from x department. Looking forward to working with you.” 

So you smiled at him politely, when he approached you, all while trying not to appear too flushed as the rich timbre of his voice grazed the back of your neck.

If he saw heat creeping up to the tip of your ears, he didn’t say anything. 

And then everything happened in a flash. At one moment he was offering to drop you home saying that he had called in a designated driver and the next moment, he was pushing your body against your bedroom door, kissing you as if he had waited the entire evening just for this. 

“I wanted to do this! All evening!” Taehyung confirmed, grunting when your tongue trespassed into his mouth. His words were tangled, you understood those nonetheless. 

“You wanted to kiss me all evening? You didn’t even know who I was.” you teased him as you hand did an exceptional job in undoing his necktie and removing his button-up within a few seconds. 

His hand roamed all over your body as if he didn’t know where to start from. 

“Umm.. So what? I knew your face. We have seen each other a couple of times in the elevator, cafeteria, once in a meeting too!” Taehyung replied upon scratching his memory, his hands finally started unzipping your dress, “it is a part of why I approached you today.” 

You knew you should never feel giddy during these kinds of situations. He could, very well, be saying those things only to get inside your pants. But the little flutter in your stomach was beyond your control. 

Taehyung is, after all, known as the most handsome man in the company and he is completely deserving of that title. 

He is all about dark hair, siren eyes, tall and towering weight, lopsided smiles that can turn into full boxy ones if you match his vibe. 

You won’t be exaggerating if you say that he is the most good looking human you have ever witnessed in your life. And a man as handsome as him saying that he intentionally approached you, strokes your ego for sure. 

When he left your apartment the next morning after he made sure that you had his number saved in your phone as “taetae”, your heart was gone alongside him.

As a result, the second time comes more naturally. And this time none of you have a drop of alcohol in your system, which means you have to take the full responsibility for your actions. 

Taehyung hands mold against your smaller frame so naturally that it surprises you. It’s impossible to hold someone so intimately after having sex just once. 

But he does it. 

He holds you, kisses you, presses your body on his as if he means it all. You give him access without thinking much. 

“Never thought a harmless coffee invitation would turn out this way.” Taehyung mumbles as he nips on the skin of your throat. You moan his name as sweetly as possible. 

“You sure, you didn’t plan for this?” oh! You love to tease him. 

“You caught me.” he bemoans as his fingers unbutton your shirt hastily. 

Then you don’t say anything and let him do his thing. 

He takes you to his bedroom, lays you down on his immaculately made bed and makes love to you. 

Yes. it was not just fucking but he actually makes love to you. 

It was more vanilla than anything you have ever experienced before and you like it this way. Soft moans and groans fill his lavender scented bedroom. 

Taehyung spills into the condom much before you are even close. So, goes down on his knees and eats you out and in turn makes you cum. 

Very few men that bedded you were this considerate. 

Hence, that flutter in your heart is back. 

Things can’t go wrong if you take it slow right? 

(Unbeknownst to you… things are going to go very wrong.) 

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[bloodchapell]

he loves to hear you yap - armin a.

brief summary: just thinking about how cute armin is and him loving to listen to EVERY word you say

what to expect: alt and very nerdy reader, equally nerdy armin, mutual pinning

your sword’s note: really just thinking of how attentive and good of a listener he would be and I ACHE for it. all past and future parts of this au series available in my mistresslist

A month or so had passed since the semester started. Normally after philosophy class you would go to the library with Armin. He had convinced you to play Minecraft and you had convinced him to play Dress to Impress.

“Agh!!!” You screamed and turned off your iPad.

“Shut the hell up!” Pieck, your roommate, yelled at you.

“Sorry I forgot that not all of us have to wake up at 6 am to deliver a calf…” You apologized and she sighed.

“I will say the same when you are trying to finish up some jacket or whatever it is that fashion designers do.” She joked half asleep. “Why did you scream either way? The Sleeping Beauty nightmare again?”

“That is a very serious nightmare!” You argued. “No it wasn’t that, Armin just gifted me VIP in Dress to Impress…”

“That is so cute… now get married and let me go back to sleep, that 75 pound baby calf isn’t going to deliver itself.”

<WHATTT THANKS MIN😭> you. 2:47 am

<YPU DIDNT HAVE TO YOURE SO SWEET> you. 2:47 am

<It’s okay! I just really liked your vkei theme outfit and was very conflicted when seeing that you didn’t win… They really should made an “only pros” server, these people do not know what vkei is.> armin 👼🏼. 2:48 am

That made you laugh. He had only learned about vkei the day before, when you guys hanged out and he asked what vkei entailed.

After some more rounds of playing, you decided it was time to go to sleep, you said good night to Armin and left the electronics in the table by your bed. But before you could actually fall asleep your mind stared thinking about Armin. The wandering thoughts regarding the blonde would fall like a current that cannot be stopped, the way in which his hands would softly write in his notebook and his handwriting was so small and dainty, the way in which his slender fingers would hold the black pen, the way he would always pay attention and participate in class, his comments always so educated, organized and concise, like he had some inside knowledge and some inside understanding about it all; yes he was a little timid regarding social interactions, but when it came to scholarly matters, he was an eminence and his words would flow out of his pretty plump pale pink lips like it was just any other topic. He was so smart and so attractive when rambling about the ambiguity of morals and religion and science and politics, his bangs and longish hair framing his face and his lashes deepening the gaze of his eyes. Goddamnit was he handsome.

“Is Malice Mizer not on Spotify?” With his phone in hand Armin asked in class the next day, following like a robot Eren’s recommendations on how to behave normally when having such a fat crush.

“How do you know that?” You asked whispering in class.

“I liked the songs you showed me.” He mentioned still holding his phone. Your heart almost ran out of your chest when hearing that; not only he he understood vkei fashion to know that the fellow Dress to Impress players were ass, but was also interested in it beyond what you had explained.

And he was interested, not only because he would have the opportunity to have a topic of conversation with you, but because he trusted in your judgement so much that he understood that if you liked vkei as a subculture, it was for a valid and good reason and therefore he must check it out.

“Yeah sadly they are not in Spotify… I can recommend you some other bands if you want though.” You said and he nodded immediately, saying he would be delighted. You typed Sito Magus, SHAZNA, Gulu Gulu, Kaya and MEJIBRAY on his notes app. “Some of them can be a little heavy, I don’t know if you like that.”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled sweetly; he didn’t really mind because he was used to Eren and Mikasa blasting death black evil obscure metal.

Armin was trying his absolute best to not dissolve into a mass of anxiety and embarrassment, he kept thinking about every recommendation Eren gave him and even though sometimes it seemed like nothing he could do was powerful enough to mask his feelings, he trusted logic and knew that up to a point it could work.

"You said you had a playlist with all your favorite songs ever right? Can we listen to them together while you explain to me why you like them maybe?" He asked impulsively without stopping to think, almost immediately regretting the request before seeing your eyes glimmering like eyes do in cartoons and seeing you nod. Truth be told he was also fascinated with the way you spoke about your interests, you were so passionate and analytic of the things you liked that he could be convinced to do almost anything if you described it like you do with the things you love.

So after class you invite him to your dorm and you both sit on the carpeted floor while you go over every song and he listens to your comments and tries to hear the songs as beautifully as you do.

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Can you write a fic where Ethan doesn’t want to be a Ghostface so he tells reader the truth and they warn the rest of the group then run away together

ethan hasn’t killed anyone (cause that would defeat the purpose of him not wanting to be gf) but this is after quinn and anika’s death. only convenient time for this conversation to take place. also i didn't add running away cause i feel it wouldn't make sense for reader to leave their friends behind durning all this, so maybe anon if you really want that i could possible do a follow up to them having a happy life.

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“i- i have something to tell you.” ethan whispered in your ear, drawing your attention away from your anxious friends. you were gonna prompt him to tell you, but when you say the worry on his face you excused the both of you.

sliding into the bathroom with ethan on your heels, you sat on the edge of the tub while ethan leaned his weight against the door. “what’s wrong?” noting how ethan kept his eye to his feet, hands twisting below his stomach.

“what i’m about to tell you… just know i was forced to be apart of because of my family. things would have been worse if i- i just hope you can forgive me.” ethan finally looked up and at you. eyes soft and face open, waiting for something.

you shifted a little, worried whatever he says crosses your morals. “okay… but only if you actually tell me what it is.”

“okay,” he took a deep breath then said, “my family is ghostface.”

you froze, “i’m sorry, what?” keeping your voice composed, miraculously.

“my- my dad, sister and i. we’re related to richie, the guy sam killed in woodsboro last year. my dad is detective bailey and my sister is-“ “quinn.” putting those two pieces together.

you waved your hands around for a moment, “wait, so quinn didn’t die yesterday? only anika? then who was ghostface? were- were you the one who-“ “no! no, i wasn’t. it- it was my dad.”

ethan took two steps closer in his rush to correct you and you couldn’t hide the faint flinch it produced, but you saw his face fall. ethan noticed that you’ve become afraid of him. “my- my dad wanted it to be me, but i was enjoying my night and didn’t want to leave.”

that caused your heart to stutter, in the good developing a fat crush on a boy kind of way. you and ethan were having a study date at a diner two blocks from campus, and it seemed sweet when he phrased it that way but then your mind started turning.

“wait, was i just an alibi? if you went through with it, i would have defended a murder to my friends. what the fuck, ethan?” standing to your feet, face getting warm with heat. heart thumping at this alternate outcome.

"i know, i know. yes. you were designed to be my alibi, but I never fully wanted to be a part of all this, i only joined at first cause my whole family was a wreck after my brother died. my hands are free of blood but my conscious is pooling with guilt, that's why i'm telling you this so then we can then warn the others. i trust you the most out of everyone."

ethan took a step closer and instead of flinching or moving back, you stood your ground keeping a keen eye on him. "you swear you've had no part in anything so far? cause i can't trust or defend you if there is a drop of blood on your hands." staring up at him with pleading, hopeful eyes.

with this new information you didn't want to mistake him for a nerdy, shy good guy. but the ethan you know is the shy (flushing whenever chad tried to wingman him to you or any girl), a little nerdy (whiling to go into film debates with mindy when she was in a trusting mood) and he was genuinely a good, sweet guy. he'd always walk you home when it was dark outside, he'd buy you food or drinks whenever you're together for hours, and he'd always uplift you; complimenting you from your accomplishments to how you looked that day. that's the ethan landry you've gotten to know the past six months, you don't want to lose him.

his whiskey-brown eyes danced around, pinballing over the place. his tongue peeking out to wet his plush pink lips, your eyes followed the action. you felt his hand bump into your own, looking down to see him linking your pinkies together.

"i swear i have done no harm to anyone. when everything started to feel real i knew this wasn't the healthy decision, it's not worth losing everything i've gained. this group is more of a family to me and- and i don't want to lose you because of a revenge fantasy." brows pinching and eyes changing to a doe expression.

“what- what are you… what about your actual family? would they kill you or disown you? doesn’t- doesn’t that bother you in anyway?” watching how ethan’s face didn’t change, just a simple shrug in response.

“it doesn’t matter. nothing matters but this, so no it doesn’t bother me… completely.” bringing his free hand to your cheek, cupping your apple and rubbing at the growing dark circles. ethan leaned his head closer, “i mean it when i don’t want to lose you. i want to get the opportunity to build a future with you, get our degrees, take you out on dates and so much further down the line.”

“i’d- i’d like that too…” trailing off as you both leaned in and locked lips. hand reaching out to grasp onto the hem of ethan’s shirt, pinkies curling tighter, with ethan treating you like a fine piece of china. if this weren’t such a dire situation you would happily indulge further, but you kept it short and sweet before being the first to lean away.

“run away with me,” ethan sighed against your wet lips. your eyes fluttered open to see his dream stare. “can- can we do that?”

“after.” silently agreeing to flee with ethan, “but after all this. we can’t leave our friends behind and you’ll help us have the upper hand.” making a move to the bathroom door.

you pulled ethan behind you and brought the both of you back to the living room. all eyes turned to you and ethan, having been gone for almost ten minutes now.

“were you two making out? seriously? now?” mindy complained with an eye roll. you deadpanned her with a simple, “yes and, ethan has something to share will all of you.” stoned eyes melting into honey as you urged him on, “you can do this.” giving his hand a comforting squeeze.

[starfall-spirit]

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Summary: If there was one thing Rhys was well aware of, it was that his life expectancy as a kingpin was a short one. Unless he wanted his uncle seizing power the moment he bled out, he was in need of an heir. An Alpha heir at that.

The only way he could guarantee such a thing was by breeding an omega, a designation nearly extinct in the world they lived in. Regardless, he would acquire one—no matter how unconventional his means may be.

OR;

The Mafia Omega Auction Fic

CW: Dark!Rhys, mafia AU, very much in the “omegas are property” type of omegaverse here. Non-con in future chapters.

Chapter II

Feyre

“I’m not sharing a room with you. You can forget that now.” The room was lovely of course. The whole villa was. Built for luxury, the two story home was all open space and clean lines, one room flowing smoothly into the next while the dark color scheme of blue and black dominated most of the property. At least the first floor, which was the only one she’d had the time to see before her captor’s tour led them to his bedroom.

“Omega.” 

That single word was an order in itself and she almost caved to it. Probably would have if she wasn’t so angry at his presumptuous attitude. “I’m already your prisoner. I won’t be your toy too. And I don’t care how much money and power and influence you may have in this city. I am not a thing to own and order about like one of your goons.”

Sighing, Rhys took her by the hips and forced her backwards until her legs hit the end of the bed and she lost her balance. Though her skimpy auction dress had been replaced with jeans and a loose top before they’d deplaned, Feyre still felt entirely exposed to him when he leaned over her, fists braced on either side of her head, the width of his hips forcing her legs wide. 

He was so damn big. Some tiny, yet not-insignificant part of her wanted to roll over and obey every word that rolled off his tongue—fall into the trap her mother had tried to push her into when Feyre first presented as a pre-teen, mere months after her sister had been sold off to some wealthy alpha looking for a sweet little broodmare.

But surely in this day and age, omegas could find more than a life of servitude, couldn’t they? She felt horrid even thinking it, but she was stronger than Elain in some ways. She could fight that instinct to bend to an alpha if she really wanted to. Keep her autonomy. There had to be a limit to an alpha’s dominance, surely.

“You will have a role here, Feyre. I doubt you’ll enjoy it at first, but you’ll cooperate.”

“Fat chance.” She made a swing at him, but he caught her by the wrist before she could actually land a blow, pinning both hands over her head with humbling ease. “Get your hands off of me!”

One sharp growl and she was baring her neck to him, crushing any hopes of fighting her instincts as an omega. “You’re going to listen to what I have to say, little girl. Or you’re going to end up with a very sore bottom. Is that clear?” She swallowed, hating how the command bled into her, setting her shivering beneath him. She was in no position to ask him to purr for her after being so difficult, not that she wanted to turn to him for comfort in the long run.

“What is my—my role,” she choked out, ignoring that base urge to lick up the column of his throat when he leaned in closer. He was a monster, she loathed the man. But he was also devastatingly handsome, and after so long hiding away from alphas… it was just her body’s natural response. It said nothing about her as a person—or her mental stability. “Why did you bid for me?” 

It was likely just a matter of the rarity of omegas. Having two in her family was unheard of; their family tree suggested it was a genetic “blessing”, but it hardly seemed to matter now. She just hoped this was about more than a rich guy wanting a trophy wife. She wanted to be worth more than that, even in this cruel world where it was so unlikely.

Rolling off of her, Rhys arranged her so she was straddling his lap, gently bending her arms so he could both cage her torso with his arms and keep her wrists clasped in his hand. “I won’t try to hit you again,” she mumbled. She had to put space between them before she did something stupid on impulse alone.

“Forgive me for doubting your honesty, darling.” The half-smile her comment earned slipped from his face. “As I said, this arrangement is purely for my benefit, but I expect you to cooperate. If you can’t manage that then there will be consequences.”

“Like a spanking?” she grumbled.

“Perhaps. The severity will suit the infraction, that I promise.” She wasn’t sure how honest he was being then, but she didn’t dare say as much. “All that said, it’s up to you just how unpleasant this has to be. I’d love nothing more than to spoil you rotten, but I won’t tolerate you fighting me constantly.”

“I can fight you sometimes, then?” She clamped her mouth shut immediately, flinching away as much as his hold would allow.

He chuckled. “Bratty little thing. I’ll let you decide the risk and reward in that.” Again, his humor slipped away all to quickly. “In my line of work there are many risks, and precautions I have to take. Contingency plans, if you will.

“There are more people than I care to admit who want me dead, Feyre. The next in line to take my place is an unfavorable option.” The pieces were coming together. She knew why she was here, and yet she still prayed he wouldn’t say it. She was barely nineteen. “You’re going to give me an heir, Feyre. Several if I have it my way.” And he would have it his way, she knew. Alphas always did. “Your next heat will be induced, unless your cycle is approaching in the next few weeks.”

Cold dread rushed through her at that. “You can’t force a heat.”

“I assure you, little one, a single injection and you’ll be begging for my knot within a few hours. When was your last heat, Feyre? And do not try to lie to me.”

She swallowed. “June.”

“You have a year between them?” She nodded. “Once you’re settled I’ll call for the doctor. Start making your nest, pet.”

“And if I don’t?”

Clearly unimpressed with her pointless argument, he leaned in, the tip of his nose dragging across the tender skin beneath her jaw. “If you don’t nest, Omega, you’ll be feeling even more vulnerable and stressed all through your heat. I’m going to fuck you whether you make a nest or not. I already told you I want to make this easier for you. Stubbornness isn’t going to save you this time.” ~~~~~  Feyre made a half-hearted nest on the floor that night, though her captor had certainly done his best to coax her into the massive bed. If there was one good trait Rhys had it was basic respect for the creation and occupancy of a nest. Feyre might not be acting out at the moment, but she didn’t trust him. And until he gained her trust—which was never going to happen—he wasn’t getting anywhere near her nest.

With the fluffy blankets and body pillow beneath her she was perfectly comfortable on the floor, not to mention exhausted from jetlag. But she still found sleep impossible to reach. The heavy sigh from the bed an hour after the lights were turned out told her all of her tossing and turning was keeping Rhys up too.

“Feyre, come here.” She laid still, hoping he’d roll over and forget about her. No such luck, as a moment later two strong arms were hooked under her knees and back. She squeaked, but didn’t struggle.

Not when he was already purring for her. It immediately soothed her anxious energy.”New places are hard to sleep in, aren’t they, sweet girl? We’ll get you adjusted.” Against her better judgment, she melted into his chest, groaning softly when his fingers carded through her hair. “That’s it, darling. So sweet for your Alpha.”

“Alpha,” she murmured, nuzzling in just above his collar bone and letting his addictive scent wash over her. “Smell good.”

“So damn sweet,” he muttered again. “Eyes closed, sweetheart. Sleep now.”

“Purr?”

“Of course, darling. Sweet dreams.”

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There's An App For Everything by Sweetlittlevampire

There's An App For Everything

by Sweetlittlevampire (@sweetlittlevampire)

G, 4k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Secret Santa 2023

Summary: During the Cultivation Youth Games, Wei Wuxian from YunmengJiang and Lan Wangji from GusuLan get paired up to take down a yao to win points for their respective teams. Which wouldn't be a problem, if Lan Wangji wasn't painfully aware of his big fat crush on Wei Wuxian. It might, in fact, be more than just a crush. The yao decides to interfere, but thankfully, Wei Wuxian...has an app for that. Kay's comments: Oh, I loved this modern cultivation AU! The use of technology in this story was so creative and definitely something I could picture Wei Wuxian doing! In this story, Wangxian were paired up for a team night-hunt during the cultivation youth games. They are great partners of course, but seeing Wei Wuxian in all his genius action, Lan Wangji is also not able to hold back. They were so cute in this story! Excerpt: Wei Wuxian looks up at him, then, and grins. “But Lan Zhan, I am paying attention!” He turns his screen so that Lan Wangji can see. He knows that he’s looking at a talisman design, but Lan Wangji would have to examine it further to find out what exactly it can do. “It’s an app for designing talismans on the go!” Wei Wuxian prattles on. “You know that I love designing them, but I was getting tired of always having to carry talisman paper with me. It gets lost or tears so easily, and I much prefer this! You can copy them onto traditional talisman paper, of course, but this thing stores your design, you can annotate it so you’ll never forget what the different radicals mean and in which order they’re supposed to come. You can make edits at any time, and you can even upload them to a cloud if you’re connected to the internet! Isn’t that great?” Lan Wangji blinks. “There’s an app for making talismans?” Yep!” Wei Wuxian replies. “I was bored last winter so I sat down and researched how to make apps and tinkered with it until I had this.”

pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern with magic, no sunshot campaign, rivals to lovers, competition, getting together, first kiss, no angst, night hunts, fluff, fluff and humor

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[neiptune]

Happy birthday V! Could you do sanemi + I know you like me? Have a great day :)

sanemi shinazugawa x I know you like me

You can’t help but wince when Tanjiro headbutts him, lips curling and brows furrowing in a grimace that, much to your embarrassment, has Shinobu chuckling. It feels like she’s always watching you when he’s filming a scene, especially if it’s anything involving any kind of violence or bleeding.

“It doesn’t really hurt, you know” she whispers.

“I know. I’m the one who has to make sure it looks realistic” you whisper back heatedly. She offers you a smile.

“Right”

But then it happens again, right as he slashes his hand open with a knife in front of Nezuko. You suck in a sharp breath and are unable to keep your eyes on the fat blobs of blood dripping from his wrist to the floor, devilish grin splitting his face not really enough to ease your nerves.

Rationally, you know it’s just the corn syrup you have prepared. You know the injuries on his body have been meticulosuly applied with your own fingertips, barely half an hour spent exchanging casual remarks about each other’s dark circles and asking informal questions about the other’s weekend. It was pathetic, really, the contraction your stomach responded with when he handed you the extra hot beverage he brought to his trailer. Black hazelnut coffee. It’s sweet, because he remembered it’s your favorite, it’s also expensive: you know that because he got it from that extra popular cafe downtown, where they don’t use syrups and hazelnuts are grinded in with the coffee.

As cliché as it sounds, the moments spent prepping him for his scenes are the best part of your day. He’s similar to his character in a way, equally stubborn, blunt, with brows often furrowed and a deep scowl distorting his features, especially when he has to be on set early in the morning. But he’s also completely different. Sanemi’s smile grows warmer throughout the hours spent between takes, lunch breaks and infinite amounts of caffeine. His eyes light up whenever Genya is around and although he usually makes a whole scene of huffing and puffing, in the end he always accepts to be part of his stupid tiktoks. He loves hanging out with people, is a great listener and the sweetest, most friendly person a fan of the show could ever run into.

Overall, he’s a very decent, kind, attractive person whose thoughtfulness shouldn’t stir anything in your chest and definitely shouldn’t have your palms feeling all clammy and disgusting in response to a simple smirk or a good morning mumbled with a big, warm hand lingering a few seconds more than what’s needed on your shoulder.

Well, perhaps you have a small, insignificant crush. You might feel infinitesimal pangs of jealousy whenever he’s locked inside his trailer with Kira, the costume designer, because she gets to touch him for hours on end. You may often wonder how it must feel for Kenji, the hairstylist, to run his fingers through that snowy locks each day.

“Cut!” the director seems pretty satisfied with the scenes they’ve rolled until now. He gives the actors two thumbs up and lands a few friendly pats on Tanjiro’s back. Izumi, the assistant director, approaches you to notify that Sanemi is going to film another gruesome fight scene. Genya, Gyomei and Muichiro are gonna need extra makeup to be applied as well, but their prosthetics are not ready yet and they’ve all asked for a short break anyway: Muichiro has to finish his homework, the other two haven’t had lunch yet.

“Have fun” Shinobu gives you a knowing smile as she noisily sips her taro milk tea. Although it may be unprofessional, you shoot her a glare.

“Stop it”

“Why? You don’t think your job is fun?” she innocently bats her eyelashes, to which you groan.

“Shinobu”

“I think it’s fun”

“What’s fun?”

You jump and Shinobu can’t contain her chuckle any longer, a sound so sweet that would have you smiling immediately on a different occasion. Right now, it just accentuates your embarrassment.

“Their job” she shrugs and Sanemi cocks his head, a small frown settling over his features as he looks at you.

“Ah, guess you’re tired. Sorry to be a bother, I didn’t think we’d film that scene so early”

Dumbfounded, you stare back at him for a few seconds. Always so clever, of course he’s sensed the sarcasm.  

“What? No, no. You’re not a bother, it’s my job to take care of you”

Perhaps you could have phrased that better. Nevertheless, the smile that splits his face is a reason good enough not to succumb to the abyss of awkwardness threatening to swallow you whole.

And so, back you are in his trailer, sitting in front of him, well aware of the fact that you’re soon gonna have to apply makeup all over his exposed chest. Still, you choose to start from his face.

“Was the coffee good?” he asks as you apply a thin layer of yellow cream to his cheekbone.

“So good” you smile “thank you”

“We should get another”

You hum distractedly, busy dabbing a layer of violet cream mixed with navy cream on top of the previous layer. Finally, you add pockets of maroon, keeping everything as asymmetric as possible to make it look realistic.

“Tomorrow is your day off, right?”

Finally, your fingers come to a halt as you slightly pull back to look at him.

“Yes?”

Cautious, he thinks. Pretty, too.

“So, coffee? My treat?” he’s offering a charming smile, one that has your pulse freaking out on the spot.

“Why?” surely it’s not the best reply one could come up with but, seriously, why would he…?

Sanemi laughs at your shocked expression.

“I know you like me” he has the nerve to shrug but is quick to make up for a cockiness that doesn’t quite suit him, nor the pinkish tips of his ears “I like you. And coffee. Seems only fair we do something about it, right?”

[shrimperini]

what are some things that inspired your wheatley design 😲😲 i think he looks absolutely lovely in your artstyle and i would love to know if you had any inspirations for his design (i also may or may not have a crush on him)

thank you!! idk if you mean his human or android design but i’ll explain both :D starting off with his android design, he is the very first one i did for any of the portal charas so every other core design is based off his technically lol (except glados whose design varies quite a bit but yknow, she’s the queen and all). i was inspired by other ppl’s android designs for sure, i knew i wanted to include round glasses (robots wearing glasses is peak character design imo very funny), messy hair, his core on his chest because i love it as a design choice even if it’s the most common one i’ve seen. and his handles are an important part of him so i had to add them somewhere, i had seen some artists out them on his shoulders and i was like YES thats cool. So i did that. and the second handle hanging around his hips/legs because i felt like the lower body of my design was lacking with silhouette elements. as i was playing the game for the first time he immediately striked me as a butler-y type of character?? so his android design has a “classier” look (he started wearing a bowtie after he was assigned the job in the extended relaxation center to. Appear friendlier i guess lmao). Despite loving all the tall android wheat designs i’d see online, I always pictured him as quite short, and since he does call himself ‘tiny little wheatley’ i thought it couldve fit to give him a shorter model than the majority of the other cores.

As for his human design, it evolved quite a bit overtime. i was totally, 100% influenced by all the blonde wheatleys with blue eyes i’ve seen in fanart 😭 i did kinda picture him as a ginger at first, but blonde wheatley absolutely took over LMAO. my first human design of him didn’t satisfy me in the slightest tho so i decided to change it by making him chubby and have more facial hair/body hair in general and i immediately went oh yes, now THIS is a wheatley im happy with lol. i had seen a lot of different interpretations of his human look and i personally love the most when people draw him short and fat so i was like. i NEED to upgrade him. other than that his human design is much simpler than his android one bc i do think he’d look like just Some Guy. Some stressed anxious guy who’s constantly on edge in his work place and has little to no time nor energy to dress up much. Very average office guy. He kinda balances out his android self who is fancier.

so in short, my inspo was other amazing portal fanartists 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 i love yall

[weirdleeenough]

Drabble, The Neighbour cntd.

New crush just dropped, and turns out, he's my hero.

Part 2/4, SFW.

Saitama / You

On a cool Friday night, returning late from work to my dangerous yet affordable apartment, I was always keen to dismiss the danger part.

Although every Google search had claimed the area to be riddled with monsters and crimes and monsters doing crimes, luckily, I had managed to avoid it. This careful avoidance, sadly, had somehow been disturbed by the appearance of some kind of 7 foot tall werewolf hybrid (??)

Him and his big, furry paws had been in the middle of smashing an unsuspecting car into smithereens when I had arrived near my home.

And surely in the face of a monster doing crime, the best action would be to quietly duck and run.

However, in the face of a monster doing crime, I'd been wearing a black pencil skirt, matched with cherry red 6 inch heels. Neither of which were designed for ducking and running. The click clacking of my tiny, fast paced steps had of course drawn the attention of said monster doing crime.

His perked ears and big fat nose had immediately flitted to my daintily waddling self. Then he'd placed them on the ground and charged at me like something straight out of a texas bull-riding textbook.

It did not register within my body that I could possibly die or get gravely injured. Rather, I'd been frozen dead on my feet, like the statue of liberty, and my mouth had dropped open wide enough to catch flies.

As my death grew closer, I'd shut my eyes and braced myself for impact only to hear a resounding squelch.

In my imagination, it was the comical sound of a werewolf hybrid stepping on a banana.

And close enough to what I'd imagined, before me stood a man clad in a bright yellow suit. Below him was the 7 foot tall werewolf hybrid I had previously attempted to escape from.

Indeed,

Banana - 1, Wolf - 0.

Suddenly, I'd been snapped out of my brief reverie at the disturbing amount of light catching on the banana's head and I'd soon recognized him.

That's right.

It was my bald, beefcake neighbor.

My bald, beefcake neighbour who just saved my life.

[greenlotusleaf]

@widenmyhips

Hi Poppy, this one's for you. Hope it's mean enough :)

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Kurt clicked through spreadsheets and diagrams, triple-checking things he already knew were correct. He shifted in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position where he could reach both keyboard and mouse, and could see the screen, but where his belly wasn't crushing his lungs or bladder or whatever other parts were crammed into his abdomen. These days, he felt about 85% belly, 15% miscellaneous..

The sound of the front door interrupted Kurt's grousing. "Naomi? Is that you?" He heaved his body down from the bed to go check.

It was, indeed, Naomi. She set her bags down in the kitchen and breezed into the house with a lightness that made Kurt envious. "I left work early! I wanted to bring you lunch." She kissed him on the forehead, then appraised him at arms' length. "How's my little prince feeling? And aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

Kurt pushed away, huffily. "Not so little, as you're perfectly aware. And I've been in bed all morning. AND I've already had lunch. It's nearly two PM." He watched Naomi watching him, her poker face at full strength. But hunger overpowered irritation, and he flicked his eyes to the takeout bag. "...What did you bring me?"

"Cobb salad," she offered. "From Diane's Barbecue. I know you've been so hungry, lately." It was a sweet gesture, and Kurt knew defeat when it came calling. He waddled to the counter and began to unpack the bag.

Soon, he was pouring creamy jalapeño dressing over a vast salad, and Naomi was gliding over beside him to rub his back. "So, how was your day, handsome?"

Kurt surprised them both by bursting into tears.

"Completely terrible! Installation started on the Omaha job today, and I'm stuck here, instead of being there to run it."

"Aww, sweetie," Naomi soothed. "That's awful! I'm sorry, I didn't realize that was today."

"They're sending Alan instead," Kurt grumbled, hoisting a bacon-and-brisket-heavy forkful. "This fucking sucks so bad."

"Alan? Seriously?? But you've been designing Omaha for months, and Alan's a dipshit!"

"But Alan, and this is really crucial, isn't too fat to do the installation!" Kurt smoothed his shirt taut over his body, and Naomi took the dare, openly looking at her husband's new enormity. His belly, spherical and huge, pulled little gaps between the buttons of his shirt and tented the garment out in front of him like a pornographically short dress. His hips had grown so wide that only maternity sweats had any prayer of containing them, and they stretched obscenely over his wobbling ass. Kurt had softened up generally, his body padded out by unexpected new softness in every direction.

"Oh, babe," Naomi swept forward to embrace him. "You're not fat, you're just pregnant! Wonderfully, gorgeously, handsomely pregnant with our little miracles!"

"Don't lie to me," he shuddered into her embrace. "It's both, I know I'm both, so pregnant and so fucking fat! It's not fair! Your babies are making me huge, I'm hungry literally all the time, and I still have two months to go! And I--" He stopped himself short and shoved away. "Are you seriously getting a fucking erection right now?"

There wasn't any point in trying to hide it, so she didn't. "Am I not allowed to admire my handiwork, now? Is that the new rule?"

He sputtered, not finding words, so she stepped forward, her dick visibly hard now, in outline against her slacks. "Yes. I like your body like this. I like you swollen, so ripe for me. You *know* I do." She advanced on him again. "And *I* know... that *you* like it too."

"Fuck you."

But his heart wasn't in it, and when she put her hand on his cheek, he didn't turn away. "Didn't you ask for this? Didn't you climb up on top of me and beg me..." --she put her other hand on the vast, tight curve of his belly-- "...for this?"

"Yes, but...."

She was slowly rubbing his belly, now. Winding him up. "Go on."

"But it was only a fantasy!" he whined. "And I didn't actually think you could do it. But then you fucking pumped me full of triplets, and now I feel ready to explode!"

Naomi rested her hand on his thickened waist, just above the hip, and squeezed. "Sounds like you underestimated me, and you got what you deserved." She was pulling him forward, grinding her cock into his swollen belly through their clothes.

Kurt, without words, could only whimper. So Naomi went on: "Is this the same husband who pushed his little stomach out to tease me, and told me to imagine how big he could get? Well, I don't have to imagine anymore, fat boy, so where's that teasing energy now? Whatever happened to 'just wait until I'm too big to fuck, and all I can do is worship this cock'? You sounded like you were looking forward to it."

In spite of himself, Kurt felt himself heating up. She was right, she knew him too thoroughly, knew how to push all his buttons, leaving him a mewling mess. Part of him hated how easily she could manipulate him like this, but a much bigger part of him leaned in, pursuing the feeling she was inciting. He pressed his head against her chest, feeling his pussy throb.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Naomi consoled. "I know it's been a rough day. Let's go to the bed, and I'll make you feel better, huh?"

"Okay," Kurt conceded. "I think I really need that today."

"Of course, my love," she whispered, kissing his ear. "Can you still even reach your dick?"

He flushed even redder, flooded with a potent mix of lust and shame. "Shut the fuck up."

She pushed him gently down onto the edge of the bed and kissed him silent, her hands undoing his shirt buttons one by one. "Make me? ...But I doubt you can do that either, really...." With his shirt fully opened, she caressed the huge, swollen dome of his belly, tracing the angry red stretchmarks, brushing up against his protruding belly button. She pushed him back, until he was fully laying down, his legs off the bed, his belly towering over him. "Lately it seems like *I'm* the one making *you* do things."

Kurt squirmed on the bed, trying to push his sweatpants down over his broadened hips. Naomi watched him struggle a moment before helping, grasping his waistband while he lifted his enormous ass off the bed, allowing her to disrobe him.

He panted, naked, on the bed, feeling the cool air on his skin, feeling his wife's hungry gaze. He was insatiable; he was desperate to be taken, devoured, used.

"Like grow?" he asked, affecting innocence. "Like grow a big, round, heavy belly for you?" He put his hands on his stomach, emphasizing its size. Craning his neck to see past his baby bump, he watched Naomi slip out of her blouse, her tiny tits making the spectacle of his bloated body seem even more vast. "Or like the way you've made me waddle, and squeeze through doorways, and overflow chairs, while you get to be the-- hhmmfff --graceful, skinny bitch on my arm?"

She was standing nude between his thighs now, resting her erection against his labia, making him gasp. "Or like the way you've made me outgrow all my clothes?" She leaned forward on tiptoe, dragging her breasts lightly over his swollen bump, teasing his lips with the motion of her cock, too outside. "That's just a plot to get you to spend more time naked," she smiled, fingers skipping playfully across his plump chest. Tall as she was, she couldn't reach any closer to his jaw from this angle. Not past that gigantic gut.

"What about the way you're making me eat and eat, eat constantly, ravenously, eat myself huge," he gasped, "just to keep your babies comfortable? Do you even know," he dropped his voice low, conspiratorially, grinding against her cock and trying to get it inside him, "how much heavier I am now than when you knocked me up? *Eighty pounds.* You put *eighty pounds* on me, with your cum and all this takeout. And... I think that turns you on. You fucking pervert."

"Of course that turns me on," Naomi stood and kissed the top of his belly. "How could it not? You're built like a fertility god! But I happen to know," she began, slowly kneeling, kissing her was down the curve of his vastness, "that you're equally a pervert, because you get off on this just as much as I do, or maybe more. I haven't done a single thing you haven't asked for."

"But you knocked me up with triplets!" He squirmed as she made her way down between his fattened thighs, to his molten core. "You made me a w-- w-- whale!"

"You were begging for it, sweet boy. As I see it," she took a cruel break from licking to drive the stake into his heart, "the main difference right now between you and Alan-- currently not on bedrest and too fat to install robots-- is that *Alan* didn't spread his slutty little legs and beg for his womb to be flooded until he was as big as a house. Now, refresh my memory... who *did* do that?"

He waited, in agony, but she had more patience. He desperately needed her to continue eating him out, to get him off. The confession built up like pressure in a volcano, until it burst forth from his lips: "...I did! I wanted your cock and your baby inside me! I wanted to get heavy and round for you! And I am! I am!"

He knotted his fingers in the sheets as she resumed taking care of him, feeling helpless and huge. He imagined he could feel himself growing under her lustful attention. He wondered how big he would be in two more months, and how ravenous that would make his wife.

"Please," he gasped. "Let me cum. I can't-- I'm too big to do it myself."

She pushed him over the edge into climax, and he came.

When the shaking subsided, Kurt opened his eyes to see Naomi standing, smiling down at him over his belly. He thought back to what he said and imagined in the heat of the moment and burned with embarrassment, but she just caressed his enormous girth, gently asking if he was comfortable, satisfied, happy. He felt her hardness brush against his inner thigh, and a shiver surged through him.

"I love you," she said, and he basked in the glow of her voice. "And I love the way you look right now."

"Even though I'm too big," he protested softly?

Her hands moved, grabbing his hips roughly. "Listen to me. This sexy, wonderful body belongs to me now, husband mine. Every inch of it, every pound, all belongs to me. So if you're overstuffed, if you're feeling heavy and bloated and wide," her cock pressed against his entrance, punctuating her words, "that's because I'm making you that way. On purpose. Because you're mine and that's how I want you.

"Now spread for me and take this cock like a good little prince, and remind me how you ended up so big to begin with."

With a slow effort, Kurt spread his thighs a little wider, as his wife demanded. Why did this kind of talk turn him on so much? She was pushing him around in every way-- pushing him to grow bigger and bigger, pushing him down onto the bed-- and now she was pushing into him, parting his slick folds with her hardness. He felt like a detached observer, a hovering presence in the room, watching himself from a distance. He watched the fat man on the bed squirm, pinned beneath a ripening belly, his whole body wobbling as his tall, trim wife fucked her pleasure out of him. He was spellbound, watching her beautiful, slender body move within him, so much more compact now than his heavy bulk. She was the reason for this contrast, the reason he had blown up like this-- she and the same greedy, frenzied rutting she was repeating now.

He saw himself placing his hands on his huge belly and bucking his hips, heard himself moan and curse and plead. And then her voice brought him back to himself.

"Next time, I'm going to *really* knock you up," she growled, still pounding him. "Eighty pounds will be nothing. We'll fill you full of fertility supplements, make sure you're ovulating more than anybody ever has... and then, I'll...."

"You're going to make me burst!" he cried out. "You're going to make me too full, I'll tear in half, I'll explode, I'll, I'll split like a ripe fruit, you can't!"

She leaned in over his belly, hands caressing him while her cock thrust away within him like a promise. "My big, strong man can take it," she crooned. "And I know you too well: by the time we'll need to start the drugs, you'll be begging for it. Because... because that's why fertility gods get worshipped."

She fell silent, drawing near to her own climax, and he waited. Waited for her load, waited to grow even larger, waited for birth and recovery and all that comes after, and he imagined a future of pills and injections, a womb like a fuse ready to light, Naomi's hungry smiles and teasing caresses as she waits for the right moment to deliver on her threats. He imagined her cock, beautiful, terrifying, poised to set off an unstoppable change, imagined himself impossibly heavy, scared, sexy, out-of-control, growing without end.

"Please," Kurt gasped. "I want you to make me...."

Then he trembled, and cried out, and came.

[yutasbimil]

Enigma

vyn x fem!oc | tears of themis ff. (psychology major!lead) ✦ (6/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: nsfw minors dni, p0rn w/ plot, kissing, roleplay, anal, semi-public sex, rough, spanking/slapping, hickeys, hair pulling, overall kinky stuff!! , oral (male receiving), teasing, fingering, overstimulation, dom/sub; top/bottom dynamic, dirty talking, dumbification, multiple orgasms, passionate af; godammit vyn, unprotected sex, aftercare, FLUFF ! ! ! D; + supposedly this is a 'x reader' fic but got too heavy eventually, I apologize truly ;; + a little sweet and spicy bit before a heavy ending to this whole story. enjoy! ♡︎ word count: 6.0k

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do not repost © yutasbimil (2024)

The vision of him beside the bed, so ethereal, with golden eyes shining bright at her like the sun casting down at her is exhilarating, a sort of addiction you could call it.

More so spiking to the senses to know the fact that Vyn Richter is never at all the odds a morning person, let alone someone who would wake up before you so early in the morning.

Hence to see him gently observing her with anything but sleepy eyes can get one’s blood rush at sixty kilometers tops before you get a sip of your morning coffee.

She leans peacefully and heaves in a sigh as Vyn plays strands of her hair.

It makes Yule yearn for more of his presence and very existence.

So it made her jumpy like a high school girl with a big fat crush running to his clinic at their designated time. 

Yule stands tons light by the doorstep, bow neatly pleated on her hair, along her skirt, and carefully picked sweater-top just to be present on their date. And yes, they called it official the last time, but it still made the sides of her lips soar high by her cheeks and eyes. Her heart almost topples over by barely pushing the glass door of his workplace.

Okay, breathe in, you're also here to his request, or because she made plans to give in to the request… not that she needed to be pushed to do it. Yule liked to experiment, nonetheless.

Yule's monologue was cut short by the buzz of her phone in her knitted pocket, and her throat dried a bit to the anticipation, or rather, felt quenched by the idea she was going to face him once again. My Vyn Richter… 

“Hi, Dr. Richter.” Her greeting came off rather stiff and formal as she restrained her squeal at the sight of him. Yule saw him half-naked on his bed this morning, she shouldn’t be this giddy when it hasn’t been that long she missed him, right?

Vyn smiles at her presence, gesturing to a vacant seat.

She walked into his office a bit after working hours, and the sound of the door closing resounded.

“Oh Yule, please, we're in the comfort of our own privacy within my office. Just call me by my name if you may.”

Yule is fully assured that this is such a private event the moment she closes the door. The sound along with people setting off to get home signaled they were alone in the facility.

The walls provided proof of privacy as they value secrecy on any acts to do confidentiality. 

"Okay, Al…" she almost suppressed an eye roll directed at herself, but it flew off out of her control. Yule swallowed her nervousness to wish it would go away. Her mind is still quite preoccupied with control as her top priority.

“That's a nice nickname, thought you'd stick with "Will"?”

She expected him to point that out quickly.

“I like to experiment, I guess.” she shrugs, Yule is not quite sure, but she felt Vyn interpreted it another way as well. Or she might’ve been too conscious of her posture, is she standing weird? It still feels jarring to feel something stuck up in between her legs like this—

He walks over to her, seeing the roleplay of sorts not on their agenda just yet. It's nice to be greeted with such casualness it almost ironically pushes off the words she's speaking out.

"I find it hard choosing one since you have many names, but Albert seems very endearing to hear."

Vyn’s eyes on hers are still observing like a vulture flying around its prey, but she's anything but looking pale and dead with her face flushed by his stares. How can one resist such a handsome fellow staring at you?

"Funny as it's anything but me who's been experimented on, and if I know you and your relations on things... You thought of Little Albert*, hmmm? Don't lie that that didn't cross your mind at all, Yule?"

Oh, it's starting.

Knowing Vyn, she easily picks up his cues when he's setting the mood. Though this is a bit silly to meet halfway with her randomness and weirdness, if she may add. This is anything but that tragic traumatic experiment.

"It can be quite a common name, right? And experiment? I doubt you call such phenomena like this with us "just having a fun experiment"…" Yule suppressed all her self-control with anything but pouncing at him here and there.

She needs to wait, Vyn is after all already setting her in her lane since the second that she stepped on his domain.

"Hmmm? Don't you find any of this thrilling? I mean we got all the factors and variables laid out here… and you willingly went in to do as I requested?" The assumption in his tone is remarkable, and her avoidance of being direct really gave it away. Besides her bashfulness about the situation, his look alone is filling her to be self-conscious.

Given her faltering posture and squeamish legs, it's quite obvious.

No wonder it earned a smirk on Vyn's face.

“So, you did give in to my request.” He repeated, without any trace of query in his statement. He approached Yule and closed off their proximity bit by bit. 

Vyn’s gradual movements are calculated, with observing her consent to this. She’s facing the door, so Vyn has a clear view of her back. 

Her breath hitched more in anticipation, bringing down her walls as Vyn placed his fingers on her skirt. Her legs weaken as he slips in teasingly by the edge of the linen.

“That’s… up for you to find out,” Yule leans forward onto the table, looking behind him with sultry eyes. She sighs in request, mouth slightly agape. “Please look closer for me, Dr. Richter.” 

From circling around her to now standing behind her. Vyn tugs her close, inching his fingers underneath her skirt. Lifting it up, he chuckles at her reaction. Her hitching breath leaves her body, giving away her weakness. “Dr. Richter…”

He simply looks at her, keenly gesturing to her by his table. Vyn moves her up properly so she's bending over.

Vyn touches the surface of her bum, she breathes in as she feels Vyn inching closer. “I thought I saw a sheer crystal through your pantyhose.”

He's way too good at this, fuck.

“You're already in this soaking state, my dear.” He caves in and breathes through her covered core. She flinched with a moan eliciting her lips. Vyn chuckles. “We haven’t even started yet.”

“It’s your fault for looking so damn fine.” She tries to press herself further down the table as if to bury her embarrassed self. But it’s no use.

“Did you wash up well? I know how it could be such a bother for you,” he rips through the thin fabric of the pantyhose. Yule feels the cold air through her bare skin.

“More on for you. You know how bothered I am by my own poo,” she stressed, yelping and embarrassed as the male lifted her ass up.

Vyn chuckles at her wording, also her face reddened as she avoids eye contact only cautious of her bum.

“It's only natural, my dear.” He reaches for her face to kiss her. “No need to be so embarrassed about it around me.”

As if they haven’t known the dark aspects of each other that can be far worse or can make other things inconsequential, no?

It’s amusing.

As if an intrusive thought pushed Vyn, he tugs it gently to loosen up, it immediately sucks back in her hole. She violently jerks at the sensation of the buttplug. It really is the first time for her to try it out.

“Hngh, Vyn… no, not so suddenly… not like that.” her breath shakes.

It piques pleasure to the silver-haired male to see her like this. Vyn’s taking steps slowly as he knows how to gradually raise her pleasure.

Yule even plans to go commando but even like this, she’s already dripping wet.

Vyn pulls her panties up, further soaking them with her juices that it stains a part of her thong.

“Oh, what an exquisite color,” he runs through her plump and erect clit simultaneously. It came off as a double meaning with her bright red core. He then lifts her up a bit to get a clearer view.

The golden buttplug is shimmering like Vyn's dilated pupils, he licks his lips as if anticipating her like a meal.

No objectifying women in this household but damn, why is she such a damn price?

He runs through the silver rimmed, golden gem residing on her butthole. “Did you mean to buy this color upon hearing my request?”

“I-I, hnmm… Vyn.” She is growing delirious, barely nodding at him. She's already a drooling mess at the touch of his long fingers. “I only picked the item, but I received it like that.” She also was surprised upon receiving it to be honest.

“As if by coincidence? It's meant to be yours then… I am certain it adds up to you thinking of me upon inserting it.” Vyn smirks, touching her more. He’s now preparing the piece of fabric to wrap around her eyes. His hot breath tickles her earlobes. “But… I am afraid I must waste some of your effort putting it in.”

Vyn blindfolds Yule, pulling her near but his closeness is obvious how Vyn is hovering over her body.

Unsure and anticipating where his finger will next land, she breathes out in the thrill of the unknown. Yule is feeling herself getting wetter the more that his touches doesn't hit her sensitive core.

The more he avoids it, the more she pools over in pleasure.

“Don’t be such a tease…”

With that, he quickly tends to her request, as if no transition from being gentle to full-on energetic in his actions.

“That would be hard for me to fulfill, dear.”

Vyn gave her a brief implication and assurance as he would be shifting by gently cupping her face, much like a warning on how conflicting it is to his roughness.

His smile is quite the opposite of how disorienting his hot fingers are riveting in and out of her wet core.

“F-fuck…” She heaves in as a string of saliva attempts to slip off her lips. Yule remains her butt sticking out as Vyn fingers her mercilessly. Every joint and edge of his long, veiny fingers hit her pussy devilishly, the only thing missing is that she feels the blood running in him at every pump he does. Is he this good at fingerfucking?

Any more she will slip off the table if not gripping on its edges so tightly.

“Please, ah-uhh… shit, just anything other than the fingers… I want more.”

“Where, dear? Here…?” He grazes painstakingly by her buttplug, already drenched and surrounded by her juices.

“There, there, yes, there please, Dr. Richter.”

“Getting more honest now, huh? Just how I like it. Not even words are needed as your wetness already begs to be tended badly,” he breathes out. Vyn smells of mint, sandalwood, and hints of rubbing alcohol.

After a sloppy kiss, she reaches sightlessly by his nape, pulling him closer into a kiss.

“It’s so fucking, good…” she shamelessly blurts out. Even she was surprised that she was still continuously leaking juices. It’s embarrassing how very wet she is, even on how tight his fingers are being sucked by her pussy.

Vyn gently places a kiss on the side of her forehead, in turn, Yule reaches for anything other than the table. She wants Vyn’s warmth, can’t I at least feel his hard-on?

The lady is really craving his dick so early on in the act, and Vyn is just warming her up. But to her luck, it wasn’t that soon that the man moved to his next step. Before she begs him about what she wants to do though.

“I want to pleasure you first.”

Yule wasn’t able to do it last time. She wants to make up for it.

“You sure?” Vyn asks.

With how she switches their positions, she slightly pushes the taller man to the table to make him lean onto it. She directly looks at him with such seductive eyes, and with a prompt nod from the man, she proceeds. 

He makes sure she's in between his legs, ready to let loose his erect member tenting up his trousers. She nods, letting her mouth do its thing by placing the zipper in between her teeth to pull it down devilishly.

Just by observing the bulge itself, underneath it already looked big. But considering he’s European, oh Lord, he’s a foreigner and she should already expect this. But it still left her shocked seeing how he's huge, mouth-agape at the sight quite literally.

She sprung free his erection in a cinch, seeing how he was still reaching underneath her sweater onto her chest while she was doing her work. She pulls away momentarily and looks up at him.

“No can do, this first…”

Never that she wants to do anything for man, but at this point it’s as if she is the one in control of how she will devour him.

She didn't get to look at it closely, but his size really is overwhelmingly big, from the thickness to the length and width. No wonder she's filled to the brim last time.

It filled her with nervousness every time, but by the twist at the pit of her stomach, it was more on the anticipation.

Next comes the saliva that she easily satiated as she gapes her mouth, finally putting his dick in her mouth.

Vyn hisses at the warmth, even from the proximity of her hot breath had him weaken prior, even if it isn’t as overt how he’s affected by her mere presence.

With a bit of difficulty, she moistened his girth, further pushing his erection down her throat. 

“Uhmpphh!” She flinches along the hitch of her breath as Vyn bulks his hips involuntarily.

Vyn holds onto her cheek, gently stroking her face as a way to apologize. He checks on her with sheer concern, it's their first time doing this as to why he wants to test her limits. 

With the way he was softly looking at her, she had to melt into his golden gaze.

“Sorry, love, a-ahhh, I got a bit carried away.” he says.

She felt ditzy, and the butterflies sprung free. 

“That goes to show I’m doing a good job?” she beams, licking teasingly at his twitching girth. The added twitch as she grabbed hold of his hard-on answer to her query.

“Very much so.” He nods, smirking as she even has the appeal to taunt him at this moment. Vyn’s hand landed atop her head, he tenderly stroked her hair, opposite to her rigorous motions.

She takes pride in that, immediately boosting her confidence as she continues sucking him off. The loud slurping noises reflect how she maneuvers her sloppy performance.

With every bop of her head, added to a moan emitting off Vyn’s lips. She had no other choice but to add to his pleas of pleasure, tuning along with him. It sounds mellifluous, music to her ears the same effect as a sonata would carry her off to its melody.

“Ah, ahhh… anymore, and I will be close,” he says in between his groans. Yule took this as noted, shifting to sucking him to licking his tip, gripping her fingers tightly around his dick, down his base and sensitive spots consistently. 

Vyn grabs hold onto his self-control, careful not to pull her hair too much that it would hurt her scalp.

He heaves in a breath, his eyes momentarily darken with intensity.

She pauses for a moment as Vyn taps onto her shoulders.

“Undress,” he directs, pointing to her shirt. He pushes her off smoothly and with a pop, it makes her look at him. “Actually, just this, I want to enjoy what you prepared.”

Yule quickly does as he says, pulling her shirt over her ‘till she shows her plump chest, cinched in nicely in her lace bralette. Vyn moves close to her, grazing his finger by her bum, squeezing it then gesturing back to her previous spot.

She feels the man’s penis ever growing more in her mouth as she serves him fellatio.

From time to time, Vyn would stop her briefly from moving, his gentle hold would indicate him checking up on her as he goes deeper and deeper into the back of her throat. Her breathing would also interchange with his movements.

Her head continued to bop up and down, it was easy to hit the back of her throat, giving her a bit of a sensation as if she was choking. His taste is enough to fleetingly switch her mind on and off. She could get high off the feeling of having Vyn like this.

Yule readjusts her position, kneeling securely as she uses her other hand pumping at his length. Grabbing hold of his coiled-up balls with her mouth, she sucks on it.

Vyn groans.

He runs his fingers through her chin, then goes through her sweet lips. His gesture is as if a knife cutting through her with his piercing gaze.

He makes her suck his fingers. “Is this to your liking, love?”

Vyn then cups her face, gently caressing it then gives her a soft, stinging blow. Then another, she barely twitched as Vyn slapped the sore side of her face.

Yule grins shamelessly, swallowing his cock back in her throat every after slap.

Vyn, in turn, softens again his touch on her cheek, then slaps her in pattern to his doing as if conditioning in a way. “I thought so too.”

He pushes her back into deepthroating him, feeling its hard twitching sensation at the back of her throat, she almost gags.

On how hard it is, is he still holding onto it too much? 

With a loud pop, she lets go of his erection, she pumps the base of his dick, making rounds at his tip. “You can let it out, you know… Please, you can release it all over me.”

The stimulation of his sex had him reply to her with a muffled “Alright.”

On how hard she is sucking onto him, it isn’t helping on keeping up with her pace.

The view from Vyn’s perspective had a similar effect of his system going haywire. If anything, the least that he wants to do is have Yule serve him this way. But the sparkle in her eyes, close to blank, darkened stares, had him infer that she is enjoying this. 

So Vyn just let her, tapping in quite literally by holding onto her stuffed cheeks. The irony of having cute aggression in her sexually aroused face also added fuel to his libido. Just how attracted is he to this person that he’s this down bad?

And what luck did he have to trade in his previous life to receive the same feelings he harbors?

“Yule…” The hold on her face tightens a bit as it transitions to white all over.

Not too long, strings of white springs out his dick, covering her face down to her bare chest. With a satisfied lick on his seed, it is anything but a bitter ending to her lips as they’re just getting started.

“Good girl,” he rasps, his voice still shaky from the ejaculation.

He pats her head, hand going down to her face, a bit sticky in the aftermath, but there remains a wide smile on her face. Even as he hands her a wet tissue to wipe off any of his juices left.

As if finishing off with a high, she sways her butt out giddily, as if taunting the man to target her.

Right after the momentary break and freedom, her body meets the wooden office table once again. Vyn locks both of her hands by her back, pressing it harder to restrain her. It added an extra tightness around her holes, but it didn’t hinder one bit as Vyn slipped off her buttplug.

With a pop, Yule almost whimpers at the sensation. She only got louder as he stroked his fingers at anything but directly at her sensitive, wet spots.

“Stop being a tease, Vyn!” She's been told to not raise her voice with someone, but this is a different case.

To something gentle, turned into a stinging touch. Vyn slapped her ass. “Is that how you address your doctor?”

“Ahh! I thought we’re good with—”

Seeing how he did it again, it’s obvious she didn’t answer correctly.

“S-sorry, sir…” she sighs, her hisses soften as he caresses the spot.

“Good… I’ll let you off for now.”

He’s enjoying this too much huh?

His obvious joy continues at how he’s stroking his erection by her ass crack. Vyn uses his dick on getting her moist cunt juices, desperately leaking since the start of their sexual antics, it easily acted as lube on what’s coming ahead.

“Now behave well, my pet.” 

As if her submissive position wasn’t enough, he grips her wrists as he slips his cock in her butt hole.

Finally— it left her eyes rolling over into bliss, tongue out like a dog how he’s doing her raw. In and out, this newfound sensation of anal sex throws it right off their to-do list. But that doesn’t mean they won’t be doing this again. The current location was just an extra cherry on top of the spicy experience and thrill.

The sounds of skin slapping resounding along her whimpering, it was as if it's a crescendo on how she’s feeling him getting bigger and bigger inside her ass.

She’s filled tight in a different way, even on how full she feels, his dick fills her hole differently.

Turns out her languishing isn’t out of vain. 

One thing Yule is still adjusting —besides his big-ass cock— on how a man can be so good, kind, and how they can keep one’s word. 

In a snap of how his fingers glide across her sensitive, erect bud, she yelps. 

“Hnghhh, Vyn, ple-please, take it slow.” She feels dizzy at the added double sensation on her clit.

As if also drowned out in pleasure, Vyn doesn’t bat an eye as he continues to stimulate his lady.

“Are you sure that’s what your body is telling us, my love? Be honest.” he says, almost a growl on how low his tone hit as deep as his fingers caved in her pussy. 

“Ahhh… fuck, uh-ahhh… too much… goood.” She only grows louder and wetter as she grabs hold onto the edge of the table. The slow caressing of his fingers by her heated sex seems to not align with her need to slow down.

Vyn licks his fingers, also letting out his drool drip down to her ass to add more lubrication to her already wet core. He reaches down as his fingers lap in her juices. Her folds just smoothly glide Vyn’s fingers, her aching core swollen for each curl of his fingers.

Vyn interchange from caressing her gently to twisting his digits into her. He reaches deeper, hitting her sweet spot as he also curls it at intervals.

"Haa... ha! More, please!"

His growing member is spreading apart her cheeks, filling in the gaps as he ravenously fucks her ass mercilessly.

The sound of her moaning made his golden eyes flicker for a moment. He meets eyes with her glimmering eyes as it’s already filled with pleasured tears on each corner.

It left no time for her lips to remain closed, agape as it hardly contained any of her moans. Each syllable emits vowels and consonants specifically spelling out Vyn’s name.

“More… ooohh, ah- ah! Shit-fuck me…” She can no longer filter her foul tongue on how much it's swaying along her movements as Vyn fucks her senseless. He kindly does more as he grabs her weft of hair, pulling it enough to sting in pleasure. It twists a tight rope further in her guts.

Yule could only be this nasty and vulnerable to Vyn's touch.

“You're so good, pet. Oohh, uh, yes… fhhh-haaa… You feel so good, Yule.” Vyn winces whilst groaning at her thriving tightness.

The oppositions of those two tones mixed in the scent of their sex, on how sweet and rough the effect they have on each other. It just blends in so perfectly.

He grabs hold of her chest, resisting himself from taking off her lingerie as it's not yet time. The clothed sensation brushing along the tips of his fingers added to his anticipation. Her scent drives him intoxicated by how pleasant and smooth she feels gliding along his skin. Much like sugar and honey, he wants to cave in further to this delicious sap.

At last, Vyn lets her face him, legs spread apart wide as he continues to make love with her. Still not letting her pussy be neglected as he fingers her, with much more attention now.

She writhes in place, in the middle of hovering her limbs as she curls both her toes and gripping at the edge of the table supporting her. Vyn's hold of her chest, flicking her nipples then tracing his fingers around it. The touches on her torso added to the ecstasy of being high, suspended on a tightrope.

Yule returns her glances at Vyn's golden eyes, bringing back any means of her consciousness to ground herself. But his sharp glances are such a double-edged sword on how gorgeous he is to make her libido levels at full overdrive, and at the same time, calm down her senses.

Even her body's response system is whacked.

Direct and consistent, he keeps his pace, and calculating by his size and pulsations, it appears that Vyn himself is already coming close to his edge. Yule anticipates herself of her white climax.

“Yes, yes, haa... ha, please… that's it, Dr. Richter…” she begs for more as his dick continues ramming in and out of her ass, leaning towards the man for a kiss to which such a sloppy one was exchanged between them.

The sweat dripping down on their bodies stained the table, leaving its surface with the shape of her body. All the while, the cold sweat formed by his sideburns exudes his excitement.

Feeling his hot breath close to her neck, it sprung goosebumps in her body. She feels every fiber of her being fabricating closer and closer accumulating to her core. Just as she's almost complete with her build-up, his soft gaze on hers dissipates as he pulls out suddenly.

“Hmm… Vyn?”

It left Yule feeling empty, as if her guts were pulled out. She blinks in disbelief as she only gets a touch by her waist from him, almost idle as he just keenly observes her.

“Please continue… I'm close to cumming…” she forthwith, leaning back and begging for his cock back inside her.

He remains callous at her pleas to cum, edging her to the verge of breaking down.

On how much he had plummeted her on the edge, her trembling body aches for that release. Only if he permits her.

How vile can one’s silence be? His look enough can be knee-weakening.

“Some things are still limiting us, I'm afraid this is no longer needed.” He starts unhooking her bra off her.

Along this, he strips off each article of his clothing. She in turn helps him unbutton, watching in awe at how his toned muscles mark through his polo shirt.

With slight impatience, Vyn crashed his lips on hers, pinning Yule down the surface of the table.

One by one her piece of clothing meets the floor, until she looks like a beautiful nude painting all for Vyn Richter to be mesmerized by.

“You’re so beautiful,” He breathes in her scent. "All mine."

She barely responds with her breath hitching, moaning as she almost streaks her nails down his back as he bangs her harder into reverie.

As a change of pace, her bare chest meets the cold pillar of his office. Later moved to a residing vacant area where they will be comfortable to fuck.

Yule is pushed against the wall with her arms both pressed above her. The restriction gave her more room for pleasure, her kinky self unleashed as Vyn manhandles her more.

The nastiness of it all pushes her further to shamelessness. But she no longer cares.

Yule just lets herself be, free of any guilt and just be in the present moment of bliss. Her shaking figure is anything but agitated. She's just filled with pleasure that her body cannot contain it to keep still.

She has full autonomy of her own body. Her skin and bones are who she dictates. Her beautiful mind... independent and unique. For as long as she's taking damn well care of herself, she's doing more than enough!

No longer she is torn down by her thoughts of shame and guilt, and Vyn is to thank here. He had transformed her into more confident than ever. Outside of the bedroom, he has done nothing but praise and kind treatment. He is genuinely just caring towards her. With his constant reassurance and appreciation of Yule. On how beautiful she is... who wouldn't turn vain this way?

She even asks for Vyn to spank her, with him initiating to slap her pretty face the next.

The lady is close to tears though this is anything but punishment to her. It's as if a way to gain control, with the consent of it all being done to her. At the very least, this act has her full consent, and she knows the reason behind it.

Yule doesn't want to blame this on her messed-up childhood; being spanked and beaten up as punishment. And God forbid Freud wins another argument on this one, but damn, why does pain soothe the wounds in my heart too well?

“You like this a lot, I can tell…”

The dominance in his tone hits caverns down her whole body. She no longer cares.

What matters is the present, and at this very moment, goddamn, this feels fucking good!

If not for Vyn's free hand grabbing hold of her neck, she would be locked up in heaven on how devilish his hips are moving to hers.

It hits deeper this way.

Holy fuck!

He reaches for her now erect nipples, pinching and twisting them in rhythm, adding to the sensation of delight. She could only be shameless to even have a nerve to smile in the middle of this indecent act.

Vyn cups her chest for further escaping from swaying too much as he thrusts into her.

“Damn, ­oh-you’re really, ha—not letting me w-walk after this, fhhnngh…” Yule barely sounds coherent. She is only able to be fluent in moaning at this point.

She tries all her might to stay standing but she’s losing quite quickly on the power Vyn has with his torso.

“That was my plan all along.” Vyn grins, seeing how far he's taking her to cloud nine, the dick fucking her scorching core swallows her entire being in paradise.

As if the stimulation to her chest, clit and pussy wasn’t enough, the kisses down her back strikes Cupid's arrow to her knees, permeating her senses enough to gravitate her close to orgasm.

But not yet that she's reached Valhalla.

Seeping into the position she got herself into, she had her boobs dangling forwards and backward as he rams harder, faster in her tight pussy. All this whilst Vyn stimulating clit, feeling his long fingers rubbing on her sensitive core. 

The dirty noises cloud her system, she wasn't even processing properly how she's moved yet again.

Now Vyn pressed Yule against the glass wall, she blushed passion fruit red on how bare-naked she felt meeting the surface of the glass.

“Yes… ha, ah! More, ohh!” She lets out an erotic whimper as Vyn moves her for her sensitive erect knobs to glide across the cold surface. She hits deeper into the glass, her hands barely supporting herself as she grows sweaty and tired.

“What a li’l slut you are,” Vyn bellows, Yule involuntary gasps on how quick Vyn caught on to her dirty trail of thoughts. 

He felt her vagina walls twitch in line with her kinky thoughts, so it was foolproof for him not to even notice.

“Only for you.” She flushed a deeper crimson shade (if that was even possible), there's no use denying it. Yule could only gulp down her remaining face.

Vyn only chuckles at her meekness.

“There could be no other that will ever see you in this state. You’re mine.”

As if ingraining a reminder, it wasn’t enough as Vyn is even shaping her insides with his dick. If that doesn’t mark on her mind to commemorate this moment… Maybe this is also needed.

Yule felt a stinging bite by her neck. She winced as he sucked hard like a vampire feasting, Vyn marked her bare skin in red and purple.

“Vyn… I’m all yours.”

He easily repositions her, supporting her legs to get hold of her eagle spread. He is carrying her to a more stable wall, not leaving gaps of dismay as he slips his dick into her with no further delay.

Her smaller stature bounces at his rigorous energy, the sound of skin hitting the glassed surface tensed her cunt tighter.

At every hit of the glass, it draws them closer and closer to their highs. She grabs hold of Vyn’s wide shoulders, reaching near to his neck as she moans out his name fervently.

Vyn is panting, not out of tiredness but out of excessive pleasure as he’s hitting close his climax. Yule also tightens around him, and it’s not long until he pulls out.

White ribbons spread on her chest as he cums.

He pushed back inside momentarily to pleasure her tight hot walls. It was squeezing tighter around him; the torrid sensation quickly made her reach her peak. The feeling reverberates as he rides along his orgasm in her cunt.

“I’m close, Vyn!” She grips his shoulders, almost scratching him as she further grazes her fingers moving down his back. She shudders at the progressing movements, adding another spike to her orgasmic chain.

After catching their breath, Vyn carries her by the table, putting his white coat over her tired body. It can be easily discarded after in the wash.

Yule is still a bit feeble as she leans her head on Vyn's chest. “Thank you for entertaining my fantasies. Even making them come to life today.”

She missed landing a kiss on his chin, leaving a soft kiss by his neck.

“Heh, can you come closer?” she sheepishly requested, Vyn leaned closer it also gave him a chance to observe her.

She barely used the wipes Vyn provided her.

He just shakes his head, chuckling as he does the favor to wipe her. Partly, he was at fault for putting her through exhaustion. The silver-haired man brushes her stray hair back, he then caresses her head.

“What am I here for if not providing for you?” He smiles, the tension and lewdness of earlier is slowly dispelling as he turns gentle. Well, he always is a gentleman in how he fulfills her needs and wants.

“I really appreciate it, everything that you do and everything about you really.” Yule places a kiss on his; square into his lips this time.

“Does it hurt, anywhere, love?” He checks up on her, even when she shakes her head ‘no’. As if to make up for it, he gently caresses her body. Lovingly, he stares at her as he kisses her all over; on the edges and every crevice that he had acted rough on her.

And all the more it filled her heart with warmth.

Their twists and turns revolve greater into intrigue, and they are willing to explore more of each other head-on.

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11. Travel!au

7. Childhood friends

23. You know your book is upside-down, right? (If this is duplicated then my backups are au 14, trope 9, prompt 34)

this one was incredibly cute and fun to do! it gave me an opportunity to write flustered blaine, which i love doing!

Word Count: 736

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Fic can be read under the cut!

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“Attention, everyone. Flight 283 to New York is now boarding.”

“Blaine, c’mon! We’re boarding! We don’t wanna be late!”

With an unmatched eagerness, Kurt directed them towards their boarding gate. Though it should certainly be said that there was absolutely no way they were going to be anything less than punctual if Kurt was the one who was in charge of making sure they got where they were supposed to be.

Blaine couldn’t blame Kurt for his excitement, however. He knew Kurt loved New York more than anything. He also knew that if it weren’t for his dad’s health taking a surprising decline, Kurt would still be living there and not back in Ohio. Blaine feels for Kurt in many ways, though he had to admit, at least only to himself, that he liked having Kurt back in Ohio with him. It felt incredibly selfish, but it was the truth.

He and Kurt have been friends since elementary school. And even back then, Blaine knew that Kurt had no interest in staying in Ohio. That was kind of where the two of them differed. Blaine was quite content where he was. Kurt was not. The few years that Kurt was away in New York was the hardest few years of Blaine’s life. He truly could feel the distance, even if they had Skyped frequently. He would never tell Kurt that, though. He never wanted to be the reason why his best friend couldn’t live to his fullest potential.

But Kurt is back now! And not only that, but they’re taking a trip to New York together. Kurt was looking forward to showing Blaine all his favorite parts of the state. Blaine was mostly just looking forward to having Kurt to himself for two weeks. 

Because as much he hates it to be true, he never did shake his stupid, fat crush on his best friend. And these days, that has only been amplified. During childhood and even into their teenage years, Kurt was always incredibly reserved about being perceived in any way that was even remotely sexual. Nowadays, however, he’s a changed man. New York changed him. He’s confident, alluring, and if Blaine were to be so bold in his word choice, sexy.

Blaine can’t stop himself from staring at him.

Once they were seated on the plane, he and Kurt adjusted their belongings to get comfortable. Kurt pulled out a sketchpad and opened it up to a design that he had been working on. Blaine wishes that Kurt could have continued working for Vogue, but obviously the high fashion market doesn’t really reach Ohio.

Blaine took a book out that he had been reading and opened it up. He was trying to focus on the page, but he was finding it hard with Kurt sitting right next to him looking immaculate. No matter how hard he tried, his attention kept being pulled away from his book and towards the line of Kurt’s jaw, or the slope of his nose. It was unbelievably distracting.

“Uh, Blaine?”

Blaine’s attention was fully on Kurt immediately. “Yeah, Kurt?”

Kurt nodded down to the book in Blaine’s hands. “You know your book is upside-down, right?” 

Huh. It sure is. Blaine flips the book the correct way around, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “You’re right, th-thanks.”

“You feeling alright?”

“Yeah!” Blaine replies, already knowing that he sounded far too energetic to be convincing. “Just a bit nervous about flying is all.”

Kurt gave him a look of genuine concern, and damn it, why does he have to be so caring? “I didn’t know you were afraid of flying.”

That’s not the only thing you don’t know about me, Blaine thought, a bit pathetically. “Yeah, a little, but I’ll be fine!” He offered Kurt a smile that he hoped came off as believable. “Once we get past take off, I’m sure it’ll be easy-going from there.”

“If you say so.” Kurt then patted his knee in a way that Blaine was sure was supposed to be purely friendly, but all he could think about was the heat of Kurt’s touch and how it somehow managed to warm his whole body. Once a silence fell back between them, Blaine forced himself to look back down at his book (which was now turned the correct way), but he couldn’t focus on the words at all.

This was going to be a long trip.

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Lee Felix X Thick female reader

Word count: 6.5k

Synopsis: Felix, your best friend who happens to be head over heels in love with you, takes you to an old high school friend's wedding, At the reception an old crush that used to torment you shows an interest after all these years. Instead of telling him to fuck off you laugh, dance and disappear with him. Felix is unable to stand seeing it opting to drown his sorrows instead. Will Felix be able to finally tell you how he feels, or will he lose you to the old prom king without ever taking his chance?

A/N: 18+ only! This is the seventh installment of the SKZ x thick reader series! Wow! SEVEN! Only one more to go I can't believe it! Thank you all for coming along on this wild ride of plus sized mc's and the turmoil and doubts that come along with being a plus sized person in our world. This one I wanted to kind of turn that on its head just a bit, so I hope you enjoy that aspect. Also! I usually keep all my warnings below the cut, but I feel like I should make mention that there is an attempted assault written into this story. It is not too graphic or very long, but it is in the story so if that is something that can be upsetting, triggering, or make you uncomfortable please know, I understand if you skip this one. Other than that, I hope you enjoy reading! If you do give it a like, reblog, comment, shoot me an ask and keyboard smash. I love hearing from you guys about all my stories but especially this series. Now, as always, warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Strong language/cursing, attempted assault, fighting and mild violence, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv sex (use your head and condoms please), Felix comes on y/n, little bit of praise and pet names (angel, jagiya, beautiful etc.) I think that is everything but if I ever miss something please let me know and I'll add it immediately.

You and Felix had been friends since forever. Best friends. He had been there to congratulate every accolade and picked up the pieces every time you were in shambles. Primary school, puberty, first boyfriend, first heart break, your favorite grandmothers passing, prom, university, all of your biggest core memories, Felix was a part of. Felix had only been head over heels in love with you since the sixth grade but he never had the guts to tell you. Afraid to lose his best friend, afraid of rejection.

Felix had always been on the thin side and not especially tall although still taller than you. You both had been fairly awkward before puberty. When it hit Felix, he got a little taller but he always struggled putting on weight. So, getting taller only made his already lithe frame that much thinner. Another thing that did happen to Felix when puberty hit was his voice dipped down octaves deeper which garnered him some looks considering his voice and appearance did not seem to go together. When puberty hit you boy it hit. Curves Felix had never seen appeared almost overnight. You had hips and big breasts and suddenly you weren’t the awkward preteen you had been anymore; you were a voluptuous woman. 

The popular girls did not like that you had things they wanted, so they made fun of you, called you fat, wore you down, made you think there was something wrong with you. There wasn’t of course. You had hips and breasts and an ass; a tummy comes with all of those things typically. The popular boys wanted the popular girls to like them so that meant joining in on your torment and boy did they. Yet you still wanted to fit in, wanted them to want to be your friend. Felix got the brunt of a lot too, usually for sticking up for you but you were always the main target.

That was ancient history though. You were both adults now and working in successful careers, you a clothing designer and Felix behind the scenes in the music industry. You were still best friends and Felix was still in love with you even after all those years. Which is why when he looked down at his buzzing cell phone and saw your name and picture pop up on the screen he smiled and answered quickly. 

“Felix! Will you be my date?!” He had only just answered and was flustered and confused by your choice of greeting. 

“Wh-What?” He stammered out finally. 

“Krista’s wedding. It’s in two weeks and Eric was supposed to go with me, before...” Eric your dick head ex-boyfriend. Felix rolled his eyes at the thought of the guy and finished your sentence. 

“Before you caught the dick head kissing his ‘cousin’ in a club?” You cringed at the memory. 

“Yes Felix that would be the reason he isn’t going, that and me dumping his ass. Anyway, I have to have a date I can not show up alone to this. Not with pretty much everyone from high school being there.” Felix didn’t understand why you still put so much value into those people’s opinions even after all these years. You were far more successful than half of them, you never saw any of them outside of events like weddings or reunions and most of them bullied the both of you in high school. 

“You think showing up with me is going to impress those assholes?” Even though he couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes at him.  

“I’m not trying to impress anyone I just... don’t want to show up to a wedding alone and you always look handsome but you’re a knockout in a suit Lixie. Not all of them are assholes by the way.” Felix tried to ignore the feeling he got hearing you say he was handsome and scoffed. 

“Most of them.” He countered. 

“Well not Krista and it’s her wedding so I’m going. Are you gonna be my date or not Lix.” Of course he was going to do it from the moment you had asked but he was going to at least try and talk you out of going first. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Why do I feel like this is going to be prom all over again. Yes y/n I’ll be your date for the wedding. Text me the details.” You squealed on the other line. 

“AHHH! THANK YOU LIXIE!! I will, I'll text them to you now. Thank you thank you Felix, seriously.” He smiled at himself happy to hear you happy. 

“It’s fine y/n really. There’s no one’s wedding date I’d rather be than yours.” And he truly meant that more than you knew. You both said your goodbyes, hung up, and you immediately texted Felix the wedding details. Later that week you met up with Felix to go suit shopping.   

“Are we dress shopping too? What are you going to wear?” He was trying on different suit jackets spinning and showing you each one for your opinion. 

“I already have my dress, I got it a while back. I like the dark blue one, the Burberry. The color suits you.” Felix slid the blue one on again and inspected himself in the mirror, deciding he agreed. 

“Blue it is. Well show it to me when we get back to yours from shopping.” You shook your head. 

“No way, it’s way too hard to get in and out of. You’ll just have to be as surprised as everyone else the day of the wedding.” Felix laughed and rolled his eyes. He slid the jacket off and hung it back up with the slacks. 

“Alright that was easy enough, let's get out of here.”  

The day of the wedding finally came and Felix arrived at your apartment to pick you up. When you answered the door, his jaw hit the floor. There you stood in a gorgeous glittery black dress. The top was corseted and sinched in your waist accenting your already curvy figure while simultaneously smoothing your tummy and pushing your breasts up with two dainty little straps doing nothing to actually hold the garment in place. It had a gathered skirt with a high slit that went midthigh and you had on a pair of Louboutin red bottoms with a simple yet elegant diamond necklace laying delicately around your neck.  

Your hair was in a low sleek bun, a few pieces falling around your face and your make up was so flawless it almost looked like you had none on at all. You had a warm glow, black winged eyeliner and the red lip you wore was the same shade as your Louies. The way you had styled the whole look the dress was definitely the stand out. Felix must have been standing there a while stunned because you laughed and waved your hands in front of his face. 

“Earth to Felix, come back down from the mother ship.” He shook his head collecting himself, clearing his throat and you blushed a little at his reaction.  

“Did I do well?” You held out your arms and gave a little spin. Wide eyed Felix nodded and cleared his throat again. 

“Y-yeah! Wow... uh... I...” You gave that sweet laugh of yours as Felix was trying to control his dick that had gotten half hard at the sight of you. 

“Lee Felix Yongbok has no words.” He grabbed the back of his neck, blushing, and laughed a little, finally getting himself together. 

“You look amazing y/n, really, really amazing!” You crossed your foot in front of the other and gave a little curtsy.  

“You don’t look too bad yourself Lixie.” You winked at him, smoothed his jacket lapel and his freckled cheeks turned even redder. He quickly got things moving along. 

“Okay! Let’s get going or we’ll be late.” You pulled your door closed and you and Felix headed to your friend’s wedding. You were a little late but not too much. You missed the pre-wedding mingling and everyone was already seated but the ceremony hadn’t started yet. You and Felix quickly found seats in the back without drawing attention to yourselves.

The ceremony was beautiful and Krista and her new husband looked so happy it brought a tear to your eye that you quickly dabbed away hoping Felix hadn’t noticed. When his hand gripped the one resting on your lap, you knew he had. He gave it a gentle squeeze and you looked over to see him giving you that warm smile of his. He looked so soft when he smiled at you like that. The human embodiment of sunshine, you didn’t know what you would do without your Lixie by your side.  

Once the ceremony ended the guests were ushered to the reception area to wait for the newlyweds and the wedding party to join them. Felix walked you to the table you were assigned to and then went to get you both champagne. When he was on his way back to the table, he saw a very familiar and very unwelcome face. Peter Yin was standing by you talking.  

Peter was king shit in high school. Star athlete, prom king, boyfriend and now ex-husband to Tracy Kim, the prom queen to his king, the most popular girl in the school and both were your number one tormenters in high school. For some unknown reason to Felix, Peter had also been your crush. Yea he was handsome but he treated you like shit every chance he got. Still you'd had a soft spot for him.

Felix would never forget prom night. Peter had told you he dumped Tracy and asked you to prom, your of course said yes and he told you he’d pick you up at seven. Seven rolled around and past and there was no Peter. Felix had gone to prom stag but when he saw Peter and Tracy dancing together when Peter was supposed to be there with you, he knew straight off that Peter had stood you up. Felix left the dance and drove to your house that instant. You were so excited for prom. You had even made your own dress. It was all you had talked about that week. Felix couldn’t let you miss it. 

It was around eight when he knocked on your door. You sprung up quickly still in your hand made dress, still waiting, still hopeful that maybe something had held Peter up and now he was there to get you. When you opened the door, it was Felix standing there in a black tux with a flower corsage that matched your dress. He had bought it for you and kept it in his car just in case. Tears had welled up in your eyes once you realized Peter asking you to prom had all just been a cruel joke.  

Felix felt awful, he wasn’t who you wanted at your door. You wanted some big strong baseball player to be there to sweep you off your feet, not some skinny music nerd you hung out with all the time, and he knew that, but he wasn’t going to let you miss your prom because of those assholes. After some convincing you went and you were grateful for Felix because he managed to get you to have a good time and forget about everything. That was up until prom king and queen were announced.  

When Peter and Tracy were on stage getting crowned, they spotted you in the crowd and started snickering with each other. You were ready to leave after that. No amount of talking would convince you to stay any longer so Felix didn’t try and argue and took you home. He sat with you while you cried that night until you fell asleep in his lap. He held you and looked down taking in every freckle, every eyelash, the soft pout of your lips, he looked at your puffy red rimmed eyes and his heart ached for you. Felix kissed your forehead, leaned back and closed his eyes.  

Felix never liked the way Peter treated you and after prom, well. So, when Felix saw Peter standing there talking to you, he made his way over to the table quickly, expecting tension but surprised to be met by your laughter. Felix sat next to you handing you your drink, one eyebrow raised in question.  

“Thanks, Lixie.” You said as you smiled the biggest smile he’d seen on your face in some time. You seemed to be very happy with the attention Peter was giving you. It was not surprising that he was of course. You were an absolute knock out in that dress. 

“Fe-Fe?!” Peter exclaimed in surprise like Felix didn’t look exactly like he did in high school. Felix gave him a tight-lipped smile raising both his eyebrows. 

“It’s Felix and yes. It’s me Peter. How are things?” Felix was as cordial as he could be considering what Peter had done to you. Peter clapped Felix on the back a bit harder than necessary and laughed. 

“Felix of course. I should have known if y/n was here you weren’t far. Always her little shadow. I’ve been really great lately and things seem to be getting even better, thanks for asking.” Peter’s attention immediately turned back to you.  

“I’ve got to go find my seat beautiful but find me when the dancing has started yea?” You smiled and shook your head blushing a little. He pointed at Felix. 

“Fe-F-Felix! Shots later at the bar my man!” Felix gave him the same tight-lipped smile and a slight nod, then Peter winked at you and left to find his seat. He was acting like prom had never happened. Like he didn't torture you every day of your high school career. It made Felix’s blood boil. Once Peter was a bit more than ear shot away Felix finally felt like he could let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. 

“Well, he hasn’t changed a bit.” Felix said as he took another deep breath calming himself. You scrunched your eyebrows. 

“What do you mean? He was perfectly civil and he apologized for prom before you walked over.” Felix rolled his eyes scoffing. 

“Oh, he apologized well then and calling me by the terrible nick name him and the rest of the baseball team used to call me is considered perfectly civil to you?” You frowned a little. 

“He caught himself the second time Lix. He was trying to be nice.” Felix knew whatever that was, wasn’t him being nice but there was no use arguing with you about it so he just nodded and dropped it, taking a big drink of his champagne. The happy couple and their wedding party came dancing in to ‘Put a Ring on it’ shortly after and once the cake was cut and toasts were made the music was turned up and the dancefloor filled quickly. Felix shook off the residual anger about Peter. He smiled, stood up, and grabbed your hand, pulling you.  

“Come on, me and you, dancing now.” You laughed and let Felix drag you onto the dance floor where you both started bobbing along and two stepping to the beat of the song. After about three songs a slow one came on. You both stopped and looked at each other for a minute. You hadn’t slow danced together since you were kids at prom. Felix willed himself to get a little brave and pulled you close. One hand resting at the small of your back the other threaded with yours as he started to lead you gently. He was thankful that even with your heels on he was still just a bit taller than you. He gave you his warm smile and you blushed. You let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around Felix’s shoulders, pulling the two of your closer, and rested your head on his shoulder, hiding your red face and Felix hoped you couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest. Of course, that would be the time Peter spotted you both and made his way over. Felix noticed first and couldn’t help but scoff and make a face. You pulled back and looked at him. 

“What? What is it?” You asked wondering why his mood shifted so drastically when you had just been having a great time dancing together. 

“Your lunk in tin foil is on his way over.” Felix informed you rolling his eyes. You turned your head and saw Peter making his way through the sea of people dancing. When he saw you look up at him, he smiled at you, making your face light up. Felix wished he made you light up like that. His chest felt tighter the closer Peter got.  

“May I cut in?” Peter asked you not Felix of course. You looked at Felix wanting to make sure he was okay with it. You did ask him to come to this wedding with you, you didn’t want him to think you were ditching him. 

“Of course.” Felix stepped aside and when Peter stepped in, he pulled you so that your body was pressed against his and his hands immediately rested just above your ass, as yours gripped his shoulders. Felix turned rolling his eyes again and walking back to the table, you watched him walk away before Peter pulled your attention back. Felix grabbed another flute of champagne on the way to his seat.  

You stayed on the dance floor with Peter for about three more songs before he was pulling you off to a more private area. He found a dimly lit room and pulled you in, pushing you against a wall and kissing you as soon as the door closed. You kissed him back wrapping your arms around his neck. If sixteen-year-old you could see you now she would be dead. You and Peter had been making out for a little while when he started to slide his hand up your skirt between your thighs. You squeezed them closed and pushed him away a bit as you pulled back.  

“No Peter, I’m not... I like making out with you but I’m not ready for all that yet. We haven’t seen each other in years.” He leaned in and kissed your neck. 

“Well let's make up for lost time then.” He said as he gently bit your shoulder and slid his hand between your legs again. You pushed him away again. 

“Peter, I said no.” He huffed irritated, looking down at you, his eyes hard and dark. 

“Look if I fuck you at this wedding it’s gonna piss Tracy off to no end and anything I can do to piss that bitch off I’m doing, including you. I know you’ve wanted me since high school so just take what you can get and shut the fuck up already.” His grip on you tightened as he licked and kissed your neck and shoulder. The feeling that had, just moments before been welcomed, felt disgusting and you tried to push him off again but he was stronger. 

“Peter get the fuck off me!” You shoved him as hard as you could but he wouldn’t budge. When he started to unbuckle his belt, you kneed him in the balls and pushed him away. He was back up and on you too quickly though, he ripped the strap of your dress grabbing you and pushed you against the wall again before he slapped you across the face. 

“Stupid fat bitch!” Just then Felix came bursting through the door. 

Felix sat at the table watching the love of his life dance with her high school crush while he drowned his broken heart in his fourth glass of champagne? Fifth? He wasn’t sure, it didn’t matter anyway. He was going to get drunk enough to not think or care about what was happening right in front of his eyes. When Felix saw Peter pull you off the dance floor the pit in his stomach grew. He downed the rest of his champagne and grabbed another, downing it just as quickly. Once number six really hit Felix he felt like he was going to be sick. He rushed to the bathrooms and threw up; he was never much of a drinker. Felix rinsed his mouth, splashed some cool water on his face and felt a bit better. He grabbed a mint from his pocket and it helped calm his stomach a little more as well as get the residual bad taste from his mouth. 

Felix was walking back to join the reception when he heard a commotion come from the other side of the door he was passing. He leaned in and he could hear your voice and heavy breaths and he thought he was going to be sick again. Until he actually made out what the voices were saying. He heard you yell for Peter to get the fuck off you, then a grunt and something bang against the wall. Felix burst in and found you pinned against the wall by Peter, his hand connecting with your face. 

“Stupid fat bitch!” Felix saw red. He didn’t hesitate. He launched towards Peter and speared him to the ground. Felix was able to get a few good shots in before Peter was able to overpower him. Peter punched Felix in the stomach twice and then a cross hook to his face knocking Felix off of him. 

“Peter fucking STOP!” He stood up and kicked Felix in the gut while he was down and your tried pulling Peter away screaming at him. Luckily all the noise drew attention and the groom and a few groomsmen came running in, pulling Peter away. As Felix got up and went after Peter again, another groomsmen held him back. 

“I’ll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch!” Krista came in right after to see what the hell was going on. When she saw you on the floor, she rushed over. 

“y/n?! What’s going on are you okay?!” You hadn’t realized it but tears were streaming down your face. 

“Peter... he-he...” You tried to get the words out but couldn’t. Felix started shouting again. 

“He was trying to fucking assault her! He fucking hit her!” Felix lunged and reached for him and the groomsmen that was restraining him had to plant his feet and lock his arms around Felix. Peter pushed the other groomsmen off fixing his jacket and hair. 

“My ass! She was all over me.” The ripped strap on your dress and the very visible handprint on your face made it clear that was a lie. The groom and his best man grabbed Peter by the arms and forcefully escorted him out. While Krista tried to calm you. 

“I’m so sorry Krista! I... I’ll pay for any damages. I’m sorry!” She shook her head. 

“You’ll do no such thing, nothing is damaged. Please don’t apologize!” She hugged you tightly, she had always been a dear friend. Once Peter was escorted out of the room Felix calmed down. The other groomsmen let him go, and the room started to clear out. He quickly went and knelt by you. Krista smiled when Felix grabbed your hand and left the two of you once he was by your side.  

“Are you okay?!” He asked as he tilted your face to look at you. You nodded sniffling. 

“What do you mean me?! Felix are YOU okay?!” You took his face in your hands and inspected the freckled cheek Peter’s fist had connected with. Felix grabbed your wrist gently and nodded. 

“I’m fine y/n, really. Let’s get you out of here, okay?” You agreed. Felix stood and helped you up. You found Krista again and said a quick goodbye, apologizing again. She assured you; she knew it had been Peter and not you or Felix causing the problem. Just before you were going to leave Krista pulled Felix aside. 

“Lix, why have you never told her?” He looked at Krista in shock. 

“Told her what?” Krista rolled her eyes and smiled at Felix knowingly. 

“That you’re in love with her, how long are you going to wait? You’ve been crazy for her since we were kids.” Felix looked down at his shoes knowing he clearly couldn’t lie to Krista. 

“Felix, tell her before you lose your chance. I promise, she feels the same.” Felix looked up at Krista with an unsure look on his face his heart full of doubt and she nodded in understanding. 

“Trust me Felix. Tell her.” He shook his head and gave Krista a hug before heading to the car with you to take you home. When Felix pulled up to your apartments you both sat there in silence for a moment, the adrenaline from the evening's events still buzzing in your bodies. You finally broke the silence. 

“Felix?” He looked at you and gave you that warm smile of his and you could feel yourself melting just like you did every time he smiled at you like that. You didn’t know what you would do without him. 

“Can you come up and help me with this dress? I had the old lady next door who does alterations tie me in it. She’s already in bed at this hour and I won’t be able to undo it myself.” Felix nodded. 

“Of course, hold on I’ll get your door.” He jumped out of the car quickly, opened your door and helped you out of the car. You stood, winced and stopped. 

“Just a sec.” You placed a hand on Felix’s shoulder to balance yourself as you leaned down to take off your heels.  

“Ugh that’s better I think I’ll be able to actually walk to my door now.” Felix laughed a little and took the shoes for you as you led him up to your place. When you and Felix walked  into the dark quiet apartment it reminded you of when you first walked into that room with Peter. Tears welled up in your eyes and you broke down crying out of nowhere. Felix dropped your shoes and pulled you close wrapping his arms around you tightly.  

“I hadn’t seen him in years and just walked in there with him Felix. What was I thinking?! I’m so stupid!” You sobbed against his chest and he shushed you. 

“You’re not stupid y/n. He’s a manipulative prick who’s taken advantage of the soft spot you had for him twice. He’s stupid for destroying the two chances he’s had to have the most beautiful woman in the world.” You looked up at Felix tears streaking your face.

“Felix, if you hadn’t been there... I don’t know...” He covered your mouth with his hand and shook his head. 

“I was. Let’s not think about the ifs.” You sniffled and wiped your face as you nodded.  

“Will you untie the back of this and loosen it? I’ve got to take a shower and get the smell of him off of me.” Felix nodded and you spun around so he could untie the corset for you. He loosened the string and you held the front of the dress up as it started to get some slack to it. You turned around and kissed Felix on the cheek. 

“Thank you. Will you still be here when I get out? I really don't want to be alone right now." He smiled at you and it warmed you all over like a summer sun. 

“I’ll be here y/n.” You kissed him on the cheek again and went off to get cleaned up. While you were in the shower Felix fished out a pair of your sweatpants and a t-shirt and got out of his suit. When you got out of the shower you threw on sweats and t-shirt as well and when you walked out into the living room you found Felix on your couch his knees pulled up and his arms wrapped around them, watching some movie on the tv. He looked so soft and warm. You walked over and Felix put his feet down so you could sit next to him. He opened his arms and you leaned into him.  

You took a deep breath and felt much calmer in his hold. You felt safe in Felix’s arms you knew he would always be there for you even if it was just as a friend. All the years you had wanted more but were too scared, certain he couldn’t possibly feel the same for you. You didn’t know what you would do without your Lixie. You couldn’t risk it but tonight, the look on his face when he’d gone after Peter. Could a man not in love with you look like that? You shifted in Felix’s arms and looked up at him. He looked back at you, his dark brown eyes, tender, adoring. 

“Felix, do you love me?” His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he stammered. You carded your fingers through Felix’s hair and pressed your lips against his softly. When he reciprocated the kiss, you deepened it tilting your head and opening your mouth. Felix pulled away unsure of what exactly was going on. 

“y/n what are you doing?” You ran your hand down the side of Felix’s face and he leaned into your touch. You let out a deep breath as you tried to think of what to say. 

“For as long as I can remember Lix. I thought what I felt for you was just a crush for the longest time. Just a silly crush because you were a boy and we were close. Then prom night, you showed up at my door with the corsage. You took me to prom and I had so much fun and when I was ready to go, we left no questions. Then you stayed with me while I cried myself to sleep. It was that next morning when I woke up in my bed with your arms around me. I wasn’t sure what was warmer, you or the sun shining in my window and I knew it wasn’t just a silly crush. I’m in love with you Felix.” Tears were rimming Felix’s eyes. He shook his head in disbelief. 

“All this time?” You bit your lip and nodded scared of what might come next. 

“I... I love you too y/n. So much! Since the sixth-grade sock hop when you dressed like Sandy and I dress like Danny from Grease. I have waited so long to hear those words come from your pretty lips.” He kissed you again and you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him on top of you as you laid back on the couch. Felix broke the kiss and held your face running his thumb across your cheek. 

“y/n we... everything that happened tonight we don’t, I mean I don’t expect...” You kissed Felix softly silencing his worries. 

“Lixie, after the shit night we had and all this time we’ve suffered in silence, if you’re ready then I’m not waiting another minute. I want you, Felix.” He stared down at you underneath him in awe. Earlier you had been gorgeous, your dress, your hair and make-up. Now laying on the couch under Felix in your t-shirt and sweats, bare faced, hair down, freshly washed, the coconut smell from your shampoo and conditioner you were breath taking.

Felix leaned down and kissed you. You ran your hands down his firm muscles. Felix may have been thin but he was fit, no doubt about it. You lifted his shirt and he broke the kiss to pull it the rest of the way off and tossed it somewhere in the living room before claiming your lips again. His hand stayed on your hips until you grabbed them and slid them up your shirt until they were covering your breasts. 

“Touch me Lix I want you to please.” He squeezed your full breasts in his hands and started kissing down your neck. 

“Tell me what you want, exactly, everything and I'll give it to you angel.” You moaned and arched up into Felix’s touch at the feeling of his lips on you and the use of the sweet pet name. 

“Fuck Felix, I... I want you to go down on me.” Felix lifted up and pulled your t-shirt off, your lack of bra leaving you topless. 

“Oh god you really are an angel, look at you.” Your face turned red and he continued to kiss and nip down your neck and shoulder. 

“Tell me what else you want me to do to you baby, I want to know everything.” You moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. 

“Uh... Mmmm... that feels so good Lixie. Want... want you inside me want you to make love to me Felix god please make love to me!” Felix let go of your nipple and left a fiery trail of kisses down your soft stomach. 

"Soon beautiful, soon." He hummed as he pulled your sweats and panties down your legs. 

“Mmmhmm keep going, what else jagiya?” His tongue dipped into your folds and started to explore you. 

“FUCK! LIX fuck! I want you to make me cum oh god please make me cum!” His soft lips sucked on your clit and he hummed again satisfied with your answers. 

“Anything you want angel.” Felix devoured you, but slowly, methodically, as if he was mapping out all your weak points and cataloging them for later. You weren’t sure how long Felix had been between your legs, moaning and slurping at you as you tugged at your breasts, his hair. Your orgasm crept up on you slowly and washed over your whole body.  

“Ohohohoh god Felix yes I’m coming yes mmmm yess!” You writhed as Felix’s hands gripped your thick thighs that clamped around his head. He never rushed a thing and slowly worked you through your climax giving your pussy little kitten licks until you stopped twitching. You laid there breathless a light sheen of sweat covering your body as Felix made his way back up to claim your lips again. 

“Oh my god Felix that was...” You let out a heavy breath and you pushed your hair out of your face. 

“FUCK!” You let out another heavy breath trying to control your racing heart as Felix’s finger caressed up and down the skin on your side, watching you with that same warm smile on his face. You pushed his hair out of his face too and he nuzzled against your hand. 

“So pretty.” You whispered as you traced the freckles on his cheek. Felix slid his sweats and boxer briefs off as you cooed over how gorgeous he was. Your hand trailed down his abs and your gently grabbed his cock. His mouth fell open and he looked you deep in your eyes as you started stroke him off. You ran your palm over the tip of his dick collecting his precum and continued to work him until grabbed your wrist and brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. He threaded his fingers through yours and held your hand as he lined up with your aching cunt and stopped.  

“Do you want me to grab a condom first?” You shook your head. 

“I have an IUD.” Felix nodded and squeezed your hand as he slowly sank into you. The feeling of your warm velvety walls surrounding his cock was euphoric, made him a little lightheaded even. 

“You feel so good jagiya. God even better than my dreams.” He let go of your hand so that he could hold on to both of your squishy hips and started thrusting into you. The soft pants and moans you let out were so sweet Felix wanted to hear more. He leaned down and kissed your capturing those sweet breaths you let out as he fucked you deeper. 

“Let me hear you angel, want to hear that pretty voice tell me how good my cock feels.” You moaned out louder hearing Felix mingle such sweet words with such dirty ones. 

“God, it does Lixie! Fuck so good don’t stop!” Felix shook his head. 

“I’m not stopping until you cum at least two more times for me beautiful.” He fucked you harder snapping his hips into your full thighs pushing you over the edge quickly. 

“Lix fuck fuck yes! I’m coming Felix Ohhhh fuck I’m coming...” Felix slowed down allowing you to come down from the high of your second orgasm. He gently ran his fingertips up and down your body and it felt like electricity was buzzing through you. 

“So good, so sexy. Fuck. So good coming for me like that angel. You can give me one more yea?” You laid on your back on the couch under Felix completely fucked out and limp. You chewed on your lips and nodded as he continued fucking you slowly. 

“Yes Lix I think I can.” Felix cooed at you. 

“Of course you can angel such a good girl.” Your pussy clenched around Felix’s cock and his thrusts started to pick up rhythm again as he buried is dick into you deeper and deeper. He angled his hips different and started hitting that spot inside you again and had you screaming his name. 

“Lix Lix Fel-Felix fuck yes god harder right there!” Felix drilled into your hard and deep your body getting pushed up the couch with every thrust, your breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his cock pounding into you. Felix sucked on his fingers, wetting them and rubbed your clit fast and hard as he fucked you senseless and you came for the third time that night. Your cunt squeezed and milked Felix’s cock and he pushed himself deeper and deeper until he felt his orgasm coming.  

“Oh fuck y/n I’m gonna cum fuck!” Felix pulled his dick out and pumped it in his hand as he came across your pussy. Thick stripes of warm cum streaking across your mound and dripping down your slit. 

“Fuck fuck ohhh fuck.” Felix breathed out as he leaned down over you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he shook and tried to catch his breath post nut. Your ran your fingers through his hair, running your nails along his scalp, soothing and bringing him back from his own mind-blowing orgasm. When the fog had finally cleared, he lifted his head and looked at you with a dreamy look in his eyes. He pushed a sweaty piece of hair out of your face and kissed you softly.  

“Come on let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.” With your own eyes half closed already you yawned and nodded. Felix started the shower and had you get in first. He grabbed your body wash and squeezed some into his hands and lathered it on your body with a rag, washing every inch of you. His touch was sweet, gentle even when he tenderly ran the rag through your folds it was only to clean you, not sexual in the least.

He placed tender kisses on your face any chance he got as he rinsed the suds from you and quickly washed himself. You both dried off and crawled into your bed. You laid your head on Felix’s chest and he wrapped his arms around you. You both melted into each other. Between the wedding, the fight, and making love you were both absolutely spent. Your eyes were so heavy they closed in no time. Felix wasn’t sure if you were asleep or not but he leaned close and whispered to you regardless. 

“y/n I love you so much. I want to be your wedding date forever and I hope I’m your date for the most important wedding of all.” Your eyes still closed, you scrunched your face and hummed. Felix kissed the top of your head and squeezed you tighter. 

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teddy bear

summary: you and elvis enjoying a morning wake up routine. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t just for a brief implication of future and past sexual activities pairing: big daddy elvis presley x plus sized female reader ( but honestly, can be read gender neutral, but i mention bosoms ) word count: 924 warnings: big daddy elvis. mentions of names regarding weight ( pig, cow, etc ). use of the word fluffy instead of fat. author’s note: i'm not actually tagging anyone in this because it's so self indulgent on my part that i'm just doing the normal tumblr tags and running away because i just want to wake up to big daddy and be each other's damn teddy bears. because listen i weigh more than elvis did at his death supposedly and the man can still crush me with his half a damn foot on my ass. also the pics in the moodboard are not meant to betray skin color of the reader. only the size.

There's something ironic you think about how once upon a time when Elvis was svelte with that Southern good ol boy charm he sang about wanting to be your teddy bear. The you at that time might have been every female in the entire world but nowadays it's mostly just you. Mostly just you and him in bed in Las Vegas or on the Lisa Marie or any number of places. It's mostly just you and him and his need to stay up contrasting with your scandalous love affair with sleep. One night you realized the trick, or at least a trick to get your fiance to sleep was to sing that song at him. You're not him when it comes to being a vocal powerhouse, things sounding raspier than they have any right to but it gets the job done. Sometimes it ends in a roll among your shared sheets but more and more it just ends in him snuggling up to your ample bosom and listening to your heart beat a steady thump thump thump for the man you love. Other nights he lulls you to sleep with a whispered version of the song, smirking as he tells you to put a chain around his neck before you swat him on his behind that puts your own to shame sometimes. Those nights end with your head on his chest, playing with his chest hair as you listen to the steady thump thump thump of his heart that beats only for you and his daughter.

The thing is these nights always have to end. The two of you can't stay in a cocoon of heartbeats and warm blankets. He has to get ready to sing his heart out and you have to do your own thing. You're usually the one who wakes up first, arms and legs tangled together with a man who's about as fluffy- a term you will always use to describe him because enough people call him fat- as you are, cushioned from the world and every horror that might await the pair of you. Every problem, every set of words designed to injure both you and him are kept at bay when you stay in the bed.

You feel his eyes and hear the subtle uptick in his heartbeat that signals that he's awake before you hear the growl of his early morning voice. "Too early to be up, darlin'. Go back t' sleep."

A laugh leaves your lips. It's a gruff sort of thing but it makes Elvis smile hearing it when he first wakes up. It reminds him who's here on his chest. It reminds him who helps him sleep at night and who helps him get up in the morning when things ache. "if I didn't see the sun shining brightly even though the curtains I'd believe you, baby. Time to get up. We have a lot of things to do. Last day before we can head to Graceland. Gotta give them a good show, Elvis."

His eyes, heavy and lidded with sleep widen just a bit before he pulls you closer to him, clinging to the last vestiges of sleep and relaxation with a world that's just you and him. "Could cancel. Wouldn't be the first time."

You know unless Elvis truly can't perform that he would never cancel a date and yet you have to pull your head back from him a little and raise your eyebrow at the comment. "You wouldn't. Not after the last cancelled show."

The last cancelled show where the press had ripped him to shreds and where pictures of the two of you were plastered across the papers painting him as a portly pig and you as his little cow. Nevermind that you're certain your fiance could snap a number of men in half from his strength that hid underneath the extra padding. The extra fluff for you to kiss and squeeze. You feel Elvis's large hand against the back of your neck and you can't help but mirror the movement, placing your own hand on the back of his neck. You think he's going in for a proper kiss but he just nuzzles your nose. It makes you scrunch up your face before you force yourself to roll on top of him, straddling his thick thighs between your own thick thighs. His groan has you giggling a little sinisterly.

"I wouldn't, but wit' ya straddlin' me like 'm a prize bull, ain't sure I got a choice." His hands move to cup your ass and squeeze before pulling you somehow closer. "Think maybe ya might be able to give me the right incentive."

Your answer is a solemn nod while you try and keep an eye on Elvis's body, trying to see just what he has planned only to realize you don't even feel his thighs flexing. It allows you to relax. "That so, you want to-" Your words get cut off with a yelp as Elvis manages to gracefully flip the two of you, his body pressing down against you, pushing you into the bed as much as he can. You're not like some of his other girlfriends but it almost makes the way your own weight bends and shrinks when presented with his own that makes his body pressed up against yours. Your hips buck up only to be met with his solid weight that refuses to move.

"Ten more minutes 'n 'll show ya."

You don't leave the room for another half an hour.

[valentine-writes]

could you write some headcanons about glamrock chica and roxanne having a crush on reader and not having a single clue how to confess? (if the reader is human or an animatronic is up to you!!)

ty!! have a good day ^^

CD BABY ! ☆

[ tws + notes: no tws, fluff, insanely unedited, reader is an animatronic becuz i wanna SWITCH THINGZ UP FOR ONCE MWAHAHAHAHAHA, oh no accidental angst in roxy's part,,, my bad (´｀;) ]

↳ ft. glamrock chica, roxanne wolf

[ gn! reader, romantic relationship ]

author note: I LOVE WRITING FOR MY GIRLS!!!! chica roxy so beluved by me,,, SO SOZ THIS IS LATE ANON :( <3

a new animatronic at the plex was quite the rarity. of course, staff bots and wet floor sign bots were frequently replaced. but you were something different. just as intricately made as the glamrocks, carefully designed and constructed to be marketable and loveable–

you found that everyone wanted a piece of you– of course, being the shiny new animatronic at the pizzaplex, people wanting to know you was nothing surprising.

what was unexpected however, was just how popular you got. in just short of two weeks, you had gained an immense amount of fans (children, teens, and adults alike–), merchandise of you selling out in the gift shops, and meet-and-greets filled with people, all wanting just to see you.

being adored was just the treatment that was expected for you. little did you know, a certain fellow animatronic felt similar adoration.

if only she could find time to tell you...

GLAMROCK CHICA headcanons:

▸ the first glamrock to introduce herself to you! chica is naturally very social, so of course she had to meet the new bot!! she's just friendly like that!!!

▸ when she saw the overwhelming amounts of attention you were receiving in the few days you had been their– she was jus like "wow!!! ok!!!! good for them they deserve it :>"

▸ only later, when she began to spend more time with you when patrolling the pizzaplex after hours did she really get attached. and i mean really

▸ what she thought was just a little crush blossomed into something much more than she had anticipated. she was completely in awe of you. of course, you hardly noticed the change when she went from sweet to sweeter with you. chica's jus nice like that!! ohhh but girly iz like,,, Yearning So Hard (secretly) itz INSANE. everyone else picks up on it except you. like. why does monty know abt her big fat crush on you bro. why is it obvious to him and not you. you're in her head like!! 24/7!!! like a song she just can't get out!!!

▸ however, 2 ur credit, you did notice that she was making up more excuses to hang out with you. chica was actually always planning to confess when "the mood was right" whenever you two were together, but always ended up losing the nerve or watching the opportunity slip away. so she just. kept hanging out with you as much as possible without ever getting The Perfect Confession. oh man does this KILL HER

▸ though she's stressed about making the confession just right,,, she ends up blurting it out randomly anyways. she is a MESS after, trying to reword everything she said, hoping she didn't just accidentally demolish your friendship please reassure her itz ok and u reciprocate she's in SHAMBLESSSS

ROXANNE WOLF headcanons:

▸ was very intrigued about a new arrival. didn't really think too hard about it. just hoped that you didn't totally outshine her.

▸ she met you a little later, after you had amassed your Insanely Large amount of fans. ouu it was,,, a rough start. she had heard about how popular you were getting, how you just seemed to steal alllll the spotlight from her, and how your fans were relentless in their quest for your time or your merch. she was PISSED. roxy got mad jealous,,, every single poster of you and your stupid little face and stupid little smile made her want to rip it off the wall (but she didn't. she's no monty.)

▸ roxy's determined that when she did meet you, she'd give you a piece of her mind. she'd somehow prove she was better, prove that she was the bigger star. but when she did meet you– oh. OH. she absolutely resented how cool you were. everything about you was just too lovely to hate. and she despised that she couldn't find a way to justify her anger. you were just too nice for her to hate.

▸ she'd never tell you that though. she'd never mention how she stares at you or how sweet you are when interacting with fans. no, she'd never tell you how talented she thinks you are, or how she's starstruck with everything you do. never. roxanne feels guilty for being so overwhelming jealous before as her adoration for you develops.

▸ she's definitely a little more snarky to you. anything to hide what she's thinking whenever she's with you. but occasionally,,, just occasionally, she'll let her guard down. and she feels so cherished whenever she does. attention from you feels better than the millions of people she's met. how is that possible?

▸ it's night when she confesses. it's after hours in the pizzaplex and there she is at your greenroom door. she looks embarrassed and she says that she's got something stupid on her mind she needs to let out. a very in-the-moment decision, considering she only really came to talk to you casually. as you encourage her to speak up– she just spills EVERYTHING. everything she felt before meeting you, everything she felt during your first interaction, everything she feels now. she's crying. and roxy feels stupid– weak and vulnerable, crying at your door about how she's never gonna be able to forgive herself for being so angry with you– but even more angry for being so in love. because at the end of the day, her insecurities have her convinced you don't want her.

if you reassure her otherwise, she's even more of a wreck. maybe. be gentle with her for the next few days after the confession. she needs it.