#it’s like looking in mirror if I was taller and hotter

[attentionthisisarobbery]

Eddie Munson’s Bandana: An Analysis

Content Warning: discussion of flagging, sex, sexual preferences, HIV/AIDS, drugs

Y’know, I’ve seen a million takes on the handkerchief Eddie has in his back pocket. I’ve seen people who prefer Eddie as a top in fanworks point at it and say, “there’s your proof, no point in denying it.” On the other hand, I’ve seen people who prefer him as a bottom say that he is unaware of the implications of the bandana, or simply write his bandana to be in his other pocket. I even saw a fanfic where it was because Eddie didn’t know his left from his right.

But I think there could be more subtly to it. As a gay guy, I gotta tell you, there’s a million reasons for Eddie to have that bandana in his pocket.

One is the obvious — he’s flagging his preferences so other queer men know what he’s looking for. The pocket he wears it in canonically would indicate that he prefers a top/dominant role in the bedroom. Now that could meant submissive top or dominant bottom, not just dominant top. The color is another issue. A black hanky is indeed representative of S/M, but in the 80s, around the time of the HIV/AIDS crisis, black and white hankies were worn to represent safe sex. Basically, “Hey, it’s cool if we hook up as long there’s protection.” Does Eddie have handcuffs hanging in his room? Yeah. Would that indicate an interest in S&M? Yeah. But the black and white hanky DID have another meaning at the time the story takes place.

Another option is that Eddie wants other queer people to think he’s a top, even if he may not identify that way. As a short king myself, I have to say that in certain situations (see: gay bars), I tend to attract more aggressive guys. By dressing and acting in a more aggressive, masculine way, I can sort of deter those kinds of guys when I’m not looking to hook up. I found that was less true when I lived in San Francisco, but while living in a small town (like Hawkins), I see a lot more of that “masculine tops” and “feminine bottoms” mentality. Also a lot more of the “no such thing as a true switch” mentality. Now, I’m not old enough to tell you what it was like to be queer in the 80s, but there wasn’t nearly as much information about being gay back then. You could only learn from other individuals — no looking up how gay sex works on Google. So it wouldn’t shock me if that whole “who’s the man in the relationship?” thing was something queer folks had to reckon with way more than we do now. Basically, for Eddie, that bandana could be a sign to other queer folks that he’s a safe person to talk to, while simultaneously working as a deterrent to “doms” who wouldn’t know safe, sane, and consensual is it slapped them on the ass. And, even today, there’s a lot of those.

Or, given Eddie’s, er, career path, it could be a sign to potential buyers. If you’ve never been a gay man, you might never have heard of poppers. In the 80s, it was known as the gay drug. And honestly, it still sort of is today. In a queer space, you can say poppers and everyone will know what you’re talking about, but I’ve mentioned it to straight friends and had to explain it, since they’d never heard of them. I’m one of those so-sober-he’s-boring people. I’ve never done recreational drugs, and I rarely drink. I’m often the designated driver, and I’m happy ordering a Shirley temple at the bar while my friends get sloshed. And I still know about poppers. The idea is to make anal sex more comfortable and enjoyable. So, by flagging, Eddie could be signaling that it’s safe to ask him for some.

If Eddie is flagging for non-sexual reasons — just trying to signal to other queers that he’s safe — the pocket he chooses could be incidental. What if he’s a switch? I’ve read articles saying that you can take a bunch of bandanas, tie them together, and wear them like a belt to show you’re a switch, but as far as I can tell, that wasn’t a thing back then. Whether or not it should be a thing now, from a fashion standpoint, is another issue. Something that I like about Eddie is that he does actively go out of his way to create a safe space for other “freaks.” It’s a really endearing part of his character, so flagging without sex being his actual goal makes sense for him.

The last possibility I want to address here is probably something that angst writers will eat up. I’m gonna tell a personal story here, just heads up. What if Eddie has been TOLD that he is a top? I was in a long-term relationship with this guy — I mean we were living together and talking about marriage, adopting kids, it was serious. And he basically said that I was bad at bottoming. Really, he just wanted me to top all the time, but he got it in my head that I wasn’t a good bottom, that I made unattractive faces, or it took me too long, or fucking whatever, but after we called it quits, I didn’t have sex for four years. Because I thought that the way I enjoyed having sex wasn’t enjoyable for my partner. If Eddie did have a partner who made him feel insecure about his preferences, he could be flagging as a top, maybe even believing that he is a top, because his experiences bottoming haven’t been great. In truth, he could be a switch, or hell, just a straight up bottom, but not want anyone knowing about that side of him.

Finally, just to wrap this up, I want to point out that this was all just food for thought, not what I see as the “correct” way of viewing Eddie’s bandana. Basically, I just wanted to show writers that they don’t have to say Eddie didn’t know he was flagging if they want him to bottom in their fics. I honestly think the fanfiction community gets hung up on top vs bottom way more than is actually realistic. While I am one of those people who does have a definite preference, I think I’ve run into more switches than tops OR bottoms, doms OR subs. And at the end of the day, we’re all just getting off to fictional characters, trying to find content that caters to our own preferences, so there’s absolutely no reason to fight each other about it.

Aaaaaand that’s that. I’m curious what you guys think about all this, so feel free to comment or shoot me a message or something.

Update: @nam-draws reminded me that Eddie’s bandana has implications in the metal scene as well, I wanted to talk about those as well!

So, one of the bands that we see Eddie likes a lot is Judas Priest. He’s got a pin on his vest and two posters in his room. Their lead singer, Rob Halford, is a homosexual man — he officially came out in 1998, but he had a coming out song, Raw Deal, way back in ‘77, that he said queer fans recognized for what it was while going over the heads of straight fans. Halford wore a bandana in his back pocket whenever he performed, and some metalheads started wearing them as well, trying to emulate his fashion. He contributed hugely to metal fashion; according to Rob Halford himself, the aesthetic of his outfits on stage came from the San Francisco gay BDSM scene in the 70s.

In the photo above, you can see what his look entailed. Note the handcuffs! We see that Eddie has handcuffs hanging in his room, not to mention his belt buckle. It could mean that he’s into BDSM, or it could be in homage to one of his favorite musicians. That’s another way authors can play with the implications of his costume and set design — maybe Eddie is super kinky, or maybe he just wants to emulate Rob Halford! It’s up to you. So maybe Eddie wears his bandana like that as part of his metal fashion instead of his queer fashion. After all Rob Halford ensured that the two would have significant overlap for half a century to come! There is another musician who Eddie could be paying tribute to (although I think it’s less likely for reasons I’ll get into in a bit).

James Hetfield, co-founder, lead vocalist, and rhythm guitarist of Metallica also wears a bandana in his back pocket on stage, but not for flagging purposes. He claims that he shouts into the bandana before a show, so if he loses his voice on stage, he’ll always have an extra yell in his back pocket. Just for reference, Judas Priest released their first album in September of 1974, but didn’t get mainstream traction until their Sin After Sin album released in April 1977. Metallica, on the other hand, released their first album in 1983, and didn’t see commercial success until their Master of Puppets album released in 1986. It’s also worth noting that Metallica hasn’t found its way onto Eddie’s battle vest yet, likely because he discovered them recently. Basically I’m saying that if Eddie really is emulating either Halford or Hetfield, Halford makes more sense from a timeline standpoint.

[disgustingtwitches]

"I like a tall woman with a nice big ass."

König x tall+curvy!reader. Love the idea of this uptight motherfucker getting with someone who is young and wild :)

MDNI

König is dragged out to a trendy club by his subordinates and he's awkwardly folded up in a seat in the corner of the club. The flashing lights and loud music give him a headache so he steps out into the smoking area. There you are with your girlfriends, yelling something about a 'hot girl summer' and pouring tequila into each other's mouths.

He can't really ignore your group; young, foreign, and rambunctious. He can't really ignore your long legs that lead to full hips that move side to side. He can't really ignore your pierced nipples or rounded breasts that almost bust out of your tight white crop top while you jump around. He can't really ignore how soft you look. He has to look away so all the blood in his body doesn't rush to his dick.

One of his subordinates walk up to him, concerningly drunk, talking about some bullshit he doesn't care about. He ushers him back to the group before ordering them to back to base. The group complains but complies. They don't even ask why he's staying behind.

He goes off to look for you. You aren't hard too find, taller than the gaggle of women that surround you. He just stares at you from far away. You stop mid conversation with your girlfriends, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. You look around and see him staring: a clear view of each other over the tops of everyone's heads.

As unsettling as his stare is, you were used to it by now. That's apparently how Germans are? You excused yourself from your group and walked over to him. Even in your heels he was taller than you. Something you weren't used to.

"Evening."

You put your hand out. He takes it, his hands are rough and his grip strong.

"Abend."

He replies dryly. There's an awkward silence. What a charmer, this one. It didn't really matter though, he was hot. He was still holding your hand... it was getting sweaty. You pull away and wipe your hand on your skirt.

"So, uhm... Nice weather."

You try to wrangle a conversation out of him.

"Yes, it is... agreeable."

You want to laugh. He was kind of pathetic. It made him hotter somehow. You convince him to take a shot with you, hoping to losen him up. You manage a few more words out of him; his age and "name". Or whatever he preferred to be called. Your girlfriends find and encircle the both of you. He immediately tenses up while they bombard the two of you with questions. You shoo them and they giggle walking off.

The rest of the night is filled with the same failed attempts at conversation. At this point it's just niceties, you're gonna sleep with him whether he talks or not. He knows that. You shoot a text to your girlfriends and share your location while he whisks you away to his place.

As soon as the door to his place closes, he pins you against the wall, grabs your neck, and plants deep kisses on your lips. It takes you back a little, expecting him to be a little more shy. But you're not complaining. You start tearing each other's shirts off, he audibly moans when your top comes off. He twirls his tongue around one pierced nipple, brushing a thumb over the other one diligently.

"So fucking beautiful, fits in my hand perfectly."

His wet mouth leaves a trail of sloppy kisses up your neck.

"Can you keep the heels on?"

He asks while unbuckling his pants. You oblige. He places a hand on your back and guides you to place your hands on a table in the hallway, making you face a mirror. You watch his face through the reflection as he lifts your skirt up, his eyes go wide. So soft and full. He's practically drooling, mumbling something about finally being able to stand and fuck someone properly for once. He pulls your panties to the side and flashes a goofy smile while rubbing himself between your slick folds. You'd laugh if you weren't absolutely horrified at how big he felt pressed up against your entrance. He looks up half-lidded,

"Fucking perfect for me, hm?"

Your knees almost buckled at his words. God, he's fucking hot. He teasingly slides his fat tip in and out of you until you beg for more, groans as he slides himself inside you. You clench around him as he gets deeper and deeper. Jesus, how much dick can one man have? He holds your hips and rocks back and forth slowly. Soft love taps to your cervix each time your hips touch his.

"Look."

He says while reaching to wrap a gentle hand around your neck to pull you back against his chest.

"See how good we look together, hm?"

You moan his name as he starts to pound into you. He's entranced with the way your soft ass bounces on his dick. He looks up into your eyes through the mirror while teasing your nipples.

"You take it better than anyone I've ever fucked before."

He kisses and nips your neck before he reaches down to grab both cheeks, spreading you out to get a better view of himself slipping in and out of you. The sight makes his dick jump inside you, which is an overwhelmingly delicious feeling. He leans over and snakes his hands around to the front of your thighs and squeezes them before sliding up between them, playing with your sensitive clit. He gets too rough with you. He thinks you can handle more since you're thicker and taller than most women he's been with. You can't. His dick is a battering ram. Your knees buckle.

"Come on mein Schatz, you can take it. Say you can take it."

How could you deny him? His voice is so soft and darling compared to the roughness of his actions. He grips your curvy hips and pulls them back onto his hips, hard. He fills you to the brim as you yelp. He didn't have a way to describe the way you made him feel. It was a nice change of pace from having to treat women like a piece of porcelain. He could rough you up a bit and you took it like a champ. He didn't have to bend in a way that made his back hurt the next morning. This was refreshing. He couldn't get enough. It went on for hours and hours.

"Made just for me."

He'd repeat into your ear every time you'd spasm around him. He folded you up and pounded into you until you couldn't see straight. He'd fondle every curve on your body, praising how nicely it bounced every time he strokes into you. You were supposed to fly out to England with your girlfriends the next day. Instead, he bought you a ticket to catch a flight after the weekend was over.

[ragvas]

Friend´s Little Sister

You hadn't seen Stephany, your friend’s little sister, in years. She used to be this awkward, shy girl who'd always be hiding inside her room when you and her brother were talking about university life. But as she grew older, she blossomed in ways you hadn't expected. Standing in front of you now, she was nothing short of mesmerizing. And... She looked... Taller? You definitely didn´t remember her being 5' 9" (175 cm) tall.

"Hey," she said casually, tossing her dark hair back as she adjusted her tight black top. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, accentuating her large C-cup breasts, but it was her ass that really caught your attention. Her hips flared out dramatically, leading into a rear so round and full that it strained against her leggings. She turned slightly, and you couldn't help but follow the curve of her backside as it jiggled ever so slightly with her movement.

Emma caught you staring and smirked. "You’ve noticed, huh?" she teased, her voice low and filled with amusement.

"I—uh," you stammered, your cheeks flushing red.

"It's okay," she said, stepping closer, her hips swaying. "I know it's… grown. A lot."

Your cheeks burned hotter than a summer day as you tried to avert your gaze from the hypnotic sway of Stephany's enhanced assets. She had always been attractive, but now, she was downright captivating. You felt a strange mix of arousal and embarrassment at being caught staring. "Yeah," you managed to murmur, "It's just... it's quite a... transformation."

Her smirk grew wider, and she playfully slapped her hand against her voluminous ass. The sound echoed through the room like a drumbeat, making it quiver slightly. "You like it?" she asked, leaning in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "It's all thanks to these sweet little blue pills I've been taking. It's supposed to help me, you know, “fill out” in all the right places."

Your heart raced as your eyes darted between her face and her breasts, trying to focus on the conversation while also processing the sudden surge of blood to your groin. The fabric of your pants began to tighten uncomfortably. "I-uh, I mean, it's definitely... noticeable," you stuttered, hoping she wouldn't see the growing bulge.

Stephany chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief as she took a step closer, her chest brushing against your arm. Her leggings were stretched taut over her hips, and the outline of her panties was clearly visible. "Noticeable?" she repeated, her voice a playful purr. "I was hoping it was a bit more than that." She leaned in closer, her breath tickling your ear. "You know, I've been feeling... different. More powerful, somehow. Like I could take on the world with these new... enhancements."

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady as you felt her warmth against you. "It's... definitely more than just noticeable, Steph," you admitted, trying to keep your eyes on hers despite the siren's call of her breasts and butt. "I've never seen anyone change so... dramatically so quickly. Are... Are you sure that those... uhm... pills are safe?"

She gripped your arm, and she bit her lip seductively. "Oh, they're safe enough," she assured you, her voice a whisper. "But I'd love to show you the full effects... in my room." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she began leading you up the stairs, her hips swaying more dramatically with each step, her leggings stretching to their limits with every movement.

You followed her, your thoughts racing. The feeling of her hand on your arm sent shivers down your spine. Her newfound confidence was both intimidating and incredibly hot and alluring. "Whh… what do you mean by that?" you asked, trying to play it cool despite your racing heart.

You arrived in front of her room. With a dramatic flourish, she swung open the door, revealing a space that was filled with dancing and singing equipment. Mirrors lined one wall, reflecting the disco ball hanging from the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of lights across the floor. A microphone stand and a set of speakers were set up in one corner, while a large dance mat took up a good portion of the floor. The walls were plastered with posters of various pop divas, their powerful stances and fierce expressions seemingly watching over the room. "Welcome to my baby room," she purred, releasing your arm and walking over to the dance mat. "This is where I come to... let loose."

Your eyes scanned the room, taking in the vibrant posters and the various pieces of exercise equipment scattered about. Then, you spotted something peculiar on the vanity - a white bottle with bold blue letters reading "MILF MAX." Your curiosity piqued, you took a step closer, reaching out to pick it up. "What's this?" you asked, holding the bottle up. The pills inside rattled slightly, drawing your attention to the exaggerated promise it made.

Stephany turned to you, her smile growing even more wicked. She sauntered over, hips rolling with each step, and took the bottle from your hand. "Those are my blue little secrets," she said, popping the cap open and shaking a pill out into her palm. "One pill a day, and watch the magic happen," she said, her voice echoing through the room. "Want to see?"

You nodded, your curiosity piqued even further. You watched as she placed the pill in her mouth, her lips closing around it with a seductive pop. "What exactly do they do?" you asked, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting to her.

With a dramatic flourish, she swallowed the pill, her Adam's apple bobbing in her neck. She stepped closer, her eyes locked on yours, the intensity in them making your knees feel a bit weak. "They make me grow," she murmured, her hand caressing the curve of her hip. "And not just here," she added, giving her ass another playful slap, "but everywhere."

Your eyes widened as you took a step back, trying to process her words. You felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Everywhere?" you echoed, your voice a bit higher than usual. "What do you mean?"

Her eyes danced with excitement as she stepped closer again, the gap between you and her shrinking. She placed her hand on your chest, her fingers splaying out. "In every way a woman can. And it feels... amazing," she whispered.

You felt her hand press firmly against you, the heat of her palm seeping through your shirt. Her words were like a siren's song, and you found yourself leaning in despite the alarm bells ringing in your mind.

Stephany's breath grew ragged as the pill began to take effect. Her pupils dilated, and a soft blush spread through her cheeks. She stepped closer, her breasts pressing against your chest as she looked up at you with a mix of excitement and hunger in her eyes.

"Every time I take one of these," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr, "I feel like I could conquer the world. And right now, I want to start with you." With a seductive smile, she reached up to kiss you, her soft, plump lips meeting yours with surprising force.

Your body responded instinctively, your arms wrapping around her as the kiss deepened. You felt the softness of her breasts pushing into your chest, and you couldn't help but groan into the kiss. Her tongue danced with yours, and you were totally lost in the moment.

Suddenly, you felt a strange sensation, like your body was being pushed back slightly. You pulled away from the kiss, panting, and looked down to see her body expanding before your eyes. Her leggings and top stretched tauter, straining against her newfound size as she grew from a C-cup to a D. Her height shot up to 6 feet (183 cm). She chuckled, a deep, throaty sound, and placed her hand on her chest, watching in amazement as her breasts grew even larger.

"It's happening," she murmured, her eyes never leaving yours. "You're going to love this." With a wink, she leaned in for another kiss, her body continuing to expand. You felt her power, her dominance, and it was intoxicating.

You couldn't help but stare as her body grew larger, your own desires growing with her. Her breasts swelled, pushing against the fabric of her top, now an E-cup. You felt your own body responding, your heart racing.

Her hand slid up to your neck, her grip firm as she pulled you closer. Her kiss grew more demanding, and you felt your resolve crumbling. "You like what you see?" she whispered, her voice now deeper and more commanding. She took a step back, her chest heaving with excitement. Her leggings finally gave way, tearing at the seams as her ass ballooned to massive proportions. She was now easily 6' 2" (188 cm) tall.

You nodded, your throat dry. "It's... incredible," you murmured, unable to tear your eyes away from her transformation.

Her laugh was a deep, resonant sound that seemed to fill the room as she stepped back further. The fabric of her shirt and bra gave way with an audible rip, exposing her breasts now swollen to a F-cup. She cupped them in her hands, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And it's just the beginning," she promised, her voice a seductive growl.

Her gaze dropped to the bulge in your pants, her grin widening. "Looks like someone's enjoying the show," she said, licking her lips. "Why don't you come closer?" She beckoned with a finger, her eyes never leaving your crotch.

You stepped closer, your eyes drawn to her breasts, now a F-cup, heavy and round, the dark areolae and nipples standing proudly. You felt yourself getting harder, the anticipation building.

Her hand reached out, her long fingers tracing the outline of your erection causing you to moan softly. She giggled at the way your body responded to her. "It's like you're growing too," she said, her voice a mix of tease and awe. "But I'm not done yet." With another popping of the pill bottle, she swallowed another pill, her eyes never leaving yours.

You watched, heart racing, as she grew before you. Her breasts swelled further, now a G-cup, and her height shot up to 6' 8" (202 cm). You could feel the power radiating from her, the very air around her thick with the scent of her pheromones. "Steph..." you breathed, unable to fully comprehend the situation.

"Oh, it's just getting good," she said, her voice now a powerful rumble that seemed to shake the very floor beneath you. Her hand trailed down to the button of her torn leggings, which she undid with a flick of her wrist. The material gave way to reveal her panties, which were now stretched to the breaking point over her newfound size. She stepped out of the ruined fabric, standing before you in just her panties and the shreds of her top.

With another sultry smile, she reached behind her back, her fingers deftly unhooking her damaged bra. It fell away, and her huge breasts bounced, now completely free. The sight of them, so full and heavy, was almost too much to bear. She placed her hands on her hips, the fabric of her panties straining against the pressure of her ass, which had grown so large it was like two basketballs stuffed into a pillowcase.

You stared, your eyes glued to the hypnotic jiggle of her G-cup breasts, the weight of them making your own desires grow stronger. "Steph..." you breathed again, reaching out tentatively to touch the soft flesh.

Her skin was hot to the touch, and she gasped as you made contact, her body shivering with pleasure. "Yes," she encouraged, taking another step closer, her breasts brushing against your chest. "Feel how powerful I've become."

Your hand cupped her breast gently, feeling the weight and warmth of it. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but knead it gently, your thumb circling her nipple. "It's... unbelievable," you murmured, your voice thick with lust.

Her eyes closed in pleasure at your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. She arched her back, pushing her chest into your hand. "It's all yours," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "But don't stop there."

Her hand trailed down to her panties, sliding them down her thick, powerful thighs. She stepped out of the fabric, and you could see the wetness glistening on her skin. She was fully naked before you now, her body a tower of feminine might and beauty. Her ass had ballooned even more, reaching a staggering size that you couldn't even comprehend.

"Look at me," she said, her voice a command that sent a thrill through your body. "Look at what these pills have done to me. And now," she leaned in, her breath hot against your neck, "now I'm going to show you just how powerful I really am."

Her hand guided yours down to her pussy, her fingers slipping over yours to show you how to touch her. She was slick with arousal, and the feeling of her wetness was like a drug, making your head spin. "See?" she whispered, her breath hot and needy. "You can't resist me."

With a growl of passion, she pushed you back on her bed, her massive body looming over you. She straddled you, her swollen breasts hanging down, the heavy weight of them pressing against your chest. Her ass was now so large that it made your legs below her seem tiny in comparison, each cheek round and full, filling much of the space around her with its soft, overwhelming presence. "I want you," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Your hands roamed over her body, exploring the new landscape of curves and power. You felt the heat between your legs as her pussy pressed against your thigh, wet and demanding. "I want you too," you whispered, your voice hoarse with need.

Her eyes darkened, and she leaned in to kiss you again, her breasts enveloping your chest. You could feel her excitement, her desire to dominate and overwhelm you. She reached down, her hand wrapping around your erection, and you groaned into her mouth.

"Mmm, you're so hard for me," she murmured against your lips, stroking you slowly through your pants. "It's like you were made to worship me." She sat up, her breasts bouncing slightly, and began to unbutton your shirt, her movements deliberate and sensual.

With a final tug, she pulled your shirt open, revealing your bare chest to the cool air. She leaned in, her warm breath caressing your skin as she kissed and licked her way down your torso. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

As you felt her warm, wet mouth on your skin, a sudden surge of power filled the room. With a guttural groan of pure ecstasy, Stephany's body grew again, stretching and expanding before your very eyes. She was now a towering mini giantess at 7 feet (214 cm), her breasts swelling to a massive H-cup, the weight of them now unbearable for any mere mortal bra. Her thighs thickened, her hips widened, and her ass grew even more voluminous, the cheeks now so large that they could have easily swallowed a beach ball.

Her movements grew more insistent, her hips started rocking back and forth against your bulge, the pressure increasing with every movement. The fabric of your pants was the only barrier between her flesh and yours, and it was clear she was growing more and more impatient. Her moans grew louder, each one a declaration of the power she now wielded. The pressure of her body was incredible, and you felt yourself getting harder and harder as she grew on you.

Her body began to expand again, her ass and thighs thickening and growing more powerful with each pulse of the pill's potent magic. She grew to a staggering 7' 4" (224 cm), her legs now thick, powerful pillars that could crush you with a single mighty squeeze.

You felt a mix of fear and exhilaration as she grew larger, her massive H-cup breasts swaying with each movement. The fabric of your pants strained against the pressure of her weight, and you realized you were utterly at her mercy. "Steph," you panted.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked down at you with a grin that was both mischievous and triumphant. "You're mine," she murmured, her hand sliding into your pants to grip your erection directly. You gasped as she began to stroke you, her touch firm and confident. "Say it," she demanded, her voice now a powerful command.

You felt yourself on the brink of giving in to her completely, your body responding to her touch with a fervor you'd never experienced before. "I... a... ah..." you panted, your hips bucking up against her hand.

Her grip tightened, her strokes growing more insistent. Her eyes were dark with lust as she watched your reactions. "Say it," she repeated, her voice a low growl. "Say you're mine."

You could feel the pressure building, both from her hand and from the sheer presence of her overwhelming body. With a strangled moan, you nodded. "Y-yes... Steph... I... I'm yours." The words slipped out of your mouth like a confession you hadn't known you'd been holding back.

Her eyes blazed with power, and she leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Good little boy," she said, her breath hot and sweet. "Your giant goddess will fuck you now." Before you could react, she grabbed the bottle of "MILF MAX" and popped another pill into her mouth, swallowing it with a grin.

With a swift movement that belied her massive size, she sat up and gripped the waistband of your pants and underwear. With a powerful tug, she ripped the fabric as if it were tissue paper. Your erection sprang free, standing tall and proud before her. She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Looks like my little growth spurt is having quite the effect on you," she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and desire.

You looked down at your exposed self, feeling both embarrassed and oddly thrilled by her words. Her hand was so much larger than it had been, and you felt like a toy in her grasp. "Little?" you echoed, your voice trembling slightly. "W... what do you mean? You grew so big..."

"Oh, darling," she giggled, her voice a rich, velvety purr that seemed to resonate in the very air around you. "You think this is big?" With a playful smack to her massive H-cup breasts, she leaned in closer, the heat of her breath sending a shiver down your spine. "This is just the beginning," she whispered, her eyes flashing with a fierce hunger that sent a thrill through your body.

Her hand slid down to your erection, her touch firm and commanding. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves," she said, her eyes never leaving yours. With a seductive smile, she leaned back, her breasts swaying like pendulums with the motion. Her hand kept stroking you, her pace deliberate and tantalizing. "First, let's get you ready for what's to come," she murmured, her voice a siren's song that made your blood race.

You watched, your eyes glazed over with desire, as her hand worked its magic. You could feel the tension building within you, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you reached the peak. "What... What's going to come?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand continued its rhythmic motion, her gaze locked on yours. "You're about to find out," she said with a knowing smile. "But first, I need you to be... just the right size." With that, she took another pill, her eyes never leaving your face. You watched in awe as her body grew once more, her breasts swelling to an unbelievable I-cup, her ass reaching a size that seemed to defy the very laws of physics.

Now towering at 7' 8" (234 cm), she was a true giantess, and the power emanating from her was palpable. The room seemed to shrink around her, making her even more intimidating. Yet, there was a softness in her eyes, a tenderness that belied the dominance of her form. "Ready for your first taste?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

You nodded, unable to find your voice, as she positioned herself over you. Her breasts, now a monstrous I-cup, hung down, the weight of them seemingly crushing the very air between you. Your body trembled with anticipation.

"Good," she murmured, her eyes glittering with excitement. She leaned in closer, her breasts enveloping your face, the sweet scent of her arousal filling your nostrils. "Now, worship your goddess little man," she whispered, her voice a command that resonated through your very soul.

You felt the weight of her massive breasts pressing down on you, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating. Your hands instinctively reached out to cup the soft, warm flesh, the feeling of her power making your head spin.

Her body grew even larger, now standing at an intimidating 8 feet (244 cm) tall. Her I-cup breasts had swelled to a J-cup, the weight of them now unbearable for any mere mortal. She leaned down, her huge nipples brushing against your lips. "Suck on them," she instructed, her voice a powerful command that sent a shiver down your spine. "Worship me."

Your mouth opened, and you eagerly latched onto one of her massive nipples, sucking it gently. The taste of her sweet soft skin, the feel of her sexy body against yours, was intoxicating. You could feel her power growing, her breathing becoming heavier.

Her moan of pleasure was a symphony in your ears as you obeyed her command. She arched her back, her breasts swelling even larger in your hands, now a K-cup, as she grew to 8' 2" (249 cm). The pressure of her body was immense, but it only served to fuel your desire.

With a wicked grin, she pulled away, leaving your mouth wet and desperate for more. "You like that?" she taunted, her breasts now swaying with her every move. "But I want you to see what else I can do." She leaned back, her hand sliding down to her pussy, her fingers toying with her clit. The sight was mesmerizing, and you watched, unable to tear your gaze away.

Her body grew once more, the pill's magic working its way through her. Now standing at 8' 6" (260 cm), her ass had reached unbelievable proportions, stretching the very fabric of reality. Her breasts grew to a staggering L-cup, each one heavy and full, the weight of them pulling her torso down slightly. "You see this?" she said, her hand cupping one of her massive orbs. "It's all for you."

You nodded, your eyes wide with amazement, as you watched her grow larger and more powerful. Your cock throbbed in anticipation, and you felt your body responding to her dominance. "It's... incredible," you managed to murmur, your voice trembling.

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction at your reaction. "I knew you'd love it," she said, her voice now a deep, resonant purr. She leaned in closer, her L-cup breasts now brushing against your chest with each breath she took. "But we're not done yet." With that, she took another pill, her body spasming slightly with the influx of power.

Her body grew even more, reaching a staggering 8' 10" (269 cm), her breasts now a voluminous M-cup. She positioned herself over you, her legs straddling your waist. With a knowing smile, she reached behind and guided your erection to her dripping wet entrance, the heat of her pussy making you gasp. "Ready?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. She lowered herself down, her pussy enveloping you in a warm, tight embrace. You felt yourself being swallowed whole as she took you in, her moans growing louder with each descent. "Oh god, you feel so good," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut as she grew even larger, her body adjusting to the new sensation.

Her movements grew more deliberate, each stroke of her hips sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel her thick, powerful thighs against yours, the pressure of her massive M-cup breasts against your chest as they grew even larger, now an N-cup. She was like a living, breathing sex goddess, and you were her devoted worshipper. The sight of her was mesmerizing, her body a landscape of curves and power. Her eyes remained closed, lost in the ecstasy of her own growth. She took another pill, her moan vibrating through you as her pussy tightened around you. The room filled with the sound of her pleasure, her ass now so large it could have easily filled an armchair all on its own, jiggling with each movement.

You couldn't believe the sensation of being inside her, her tightness and warmth enveloping you as she grew even larger. Each pulse of the pill's power seemed to amplify the feeling, making you more and more desperate for release. You felt your orgasm building, the pressure in your balls becoming unbearable. "Oh, Steph... I'm going to... I'm going to..." you managed to get out between gasps.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked down at you with a look of pure, unbridled power. Her massive N-cup breasts, now swollen to O-cup proportions, swayed with each movement of her hips, casting shadows on your face. A wicked smile played on her lips as she took in the sight of you beneath her, tiny and helpless. She leaned down, her heavy breasts pressing into your chest, her breath warm on your face. "You're mine," she whispered, her voice a seductive growl. "Say it." She took another pill, her body spasming with the influx of power, growing to 9' 1" (277 cm), her ass now so massive it filled the space behind her like a mountain. Her O-cup breasts grew even more, the weight of them now a delicious burden that seemed to press you further into the bed. The room was filled with the sound of her body expanding, the fabric of the bed straining and popping as she grew.

You felt the weight of her body, the pressure of her breasts, and the power of her dominance. The reality of the situation washed over you in waves, leaving you trembling with both fear and unbridled lust. "I... I'm yours," you gasped out, your voice shaking as you felt her pussy tighten around you.

Her smile grew even more wicked as she felt your submission. She leaned down, her P-cup breasts pressing into your chest, her nose almost touching yours. "That's a good boy," she murmured, her voice now a powerful growl. "Look at you, so tiny compared to me." She sat up, her massive body casting a large shadow over you. "Remember when I was just a little girl looking up at you and my brother?" She giggled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, I could crush you both with my giant ass."

Your body was pinned under the weight of her colossal form, your hips desperately trying to buck upwards to meet hers, seeking release. But it was futile, like trying to move a mountain. The feeling of her massive thighs, thick as tree trunks, against your sides was overwhelming, trapping you beneath her. The pressure of her swollen pussy around your cock was driving you insane with pleasure. You looked up at her, her eyes glazed with lust, and you could see the pill-induced euphoria painting a picture of dominance across her face.

With a throaty chuckle, Stephany looked down at you, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire. She leaned back slightly, the weight of her P-cup breasts pulling at her chest and began to playfully swirl her fingers around her large engorged nipples. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making your cock throb within her. Her smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Look how weak you are," she taunted, her voice a seductive purr. "You can't even make me move.

With another sly smile, she took another pill, her body convulsing with the sheer power of the transformation. She grew even more, reaching a staggering 9' 4" (285 cm) with breasts that had swollen to a Q-cup. Her ass was so large that it looked as if it could swallow you whole, and the pressure against the bed was now intense enough to crack the frame.

Her eyes never leaving yours, she whispered the question with a smirk. "Do you want me to make you cum?" The question hung in the air, thick with the promise of what was to come. Her hand slid down to her pussy, her fingers playing with the wetness that coated her folds.

You nodded frantically, unable to form words as the pressure built within you. The sight of her playing with herself was too much to handle. "Yes... please... make me... cum," you begged, your voice trembling with need.

Her eyes lit up at your words, and she leaned in closer, her massive Q-cup breasts threatening to suffocate you. Her voice was a purr, a promise of untold pleasure. "Do you accept me as your goddess?" she asked, her hand still working her clit with expert precision.

You nodded, the fear and excitement mingling into something you had never felt before. "Yes," you managed to murmur, the word barely escaping the vice of her breasts. "I accept you as my goddess." The room around you felt like it was spinning as she grew yet again, reaching a towering 9' 8" (295 cm), her breasts swelling to an R-cup. Her thighs were like steel, trapping you beneath her, and her ass was so large that just one of her massive cheeks was larger than your torso.

Her eyes flared with power, and she took another pill, her body stretching and growing even more. Her breasts grew to an unbelievable S-cup, and she was now whole 10 feet (305 cm) tall. She leaned back, her hands on her hips, watching you with a predatory gaze as she began to grind her hips in a slow, torturous circle. "Then worship me," she demanded, her voice a thunderclap that echoed in the tiny space between you. "Beg for your release."

You felt so insignificant beneath her, your body responding to her every move with a mix of fear and lust. "Please, Goddess," you begged, the words feeling right on your lips. "Please let me cum inside you..." The pressure was unbearable, and you felt yourself slipping away, your body a vessel for her pleasure. You reached up, your hands trembling, to cup the undersides of her massive S-cup breasts, feeling the weight of her power in the heft of her flesh.

Her eyes narrowed, and she took another pill, her body growing to a staggering 10' 2" (310 cm) with breasts that had swelled to a T-cup. The room was now filled with the sound of her breathing, heavy and needy, her chest heaving with the effort of containing her new size. She leaned down, her breasts enveloping you, the weight of them pressing you into the bed. "Call me Goddess," she murmured, her voice a dark promise. "And maybe I'll give you what you want."

You felt the pill's power rushing through her, her pussy tightening around you. "Please, Goddess," you panted, your voice a desperate whine. "I'll do anything." Your hands slid up to her giant breasts, feeling the softness of her skin, the weight of her power.

Her grin grew even more wicked, and she leaned down, her massive T-cup breasts enveloping your face. "Say it," she demanded, her voice a powerful growl. "Say you're mine and you'll never leave me."

You nodded, overwhelmed by the sheer power of her body, her breasts pressing into your face like soft, warm pillows. "I'm yours," you murmured, your voice muffled by the flesh that surrounded you. "Goddess." The word slipped out, feeling so right in that moment. Your hands gripped her breasts, feeling their weight, the sensation of being dominated by her overwhelming size sending shivers of pleasure through your body. You felt her hips tense, her muscles rippling like a sculpture of pure sexuality, and then she took you over the edge. Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, your body arching off the bed as she swelled to a massive 10' 6" (320 cm), her breasts reaching a voluminous U-cup.

With a deep, satisfied sigh, she leaned back, her breasts lifting off your face. You looked up at her in awe, your vision blurry with lust. Her skin was flushed, her eyes dark with pleasure. "You like that?" she asked, her voice a low, seductive purr. "You like being dominated by your giant goddess?" She took another pill, her body stretching and growing until she stood at 11 feet (335 cm), her breasts now an enormous V-cup.

Your body felt like jelly beneath hers, the intensity of your orgasm still reverberating through you. "Yes, Goddess," you murmured, your voice shaky with pleasure. "I love it." You watched in amazement as she grew larger, her W-cup breasts now heavy and pendulous, their weight seemingly too much for the bed to handle. The room was filled with the scent of her arousal, and you could feel her power growing with every inch she gained.

"Mmm, I'm so glad," she cooed, her voice a rich, velvety purr that seemed to resonate within your very soul. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she glanced at the bottle of pills. "You're going to love what I have planned for us." She leaned over, cradling your face in her massive hands, her touch surprisingly gentle despite her enormous size.

"Mmm," she purred, pressing her plush, full lips to yours in a kiss that left you breathless. You felt utterly captivated, helpless under her spell. Every movement, every breath she took seemed to draw you deeper into her intoxicating embrace.

Gazing down at you with a look that was both tender and possessive, Stephany smiled. "This is only the beginning," she murmured, her voice low and resonant. "We'll experience pleasures beyond anything you've ever dreamed of."

And as she wrapped her arms around you, her towering form engulfing you in warmth, you felt yourself surrendering completely, ready to follow her wherever this thrilling journey would lead.

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[universalitgirlsblog2]

🧸💗WL AFFIRMATIONS 🧸💗

💗Losing weight was never a CHORE for me , it's so easy for me to lose weight .

🧸I always take great and exquisite care of myself and my body.

💗Weight was never a problem for me , I can eat as much as I want to and not gain weight

🧸My metabolism is naturally high & fast. I can easily maintain a slim figure no matter what

💗I always feel comfortable& secure in my body.

🧸Everyone wishes they could have a fast metabolism like me

💗I can control my cravings , I never over eat or under eat or starve myself

🧸I'm immune from eating disorders - binge eating disorder , anorexia, bulimia etc 1

💗I always workout and eat healthy to not only feel good physically but mentally too

🧸My slim figure makes me feel confident & enhances my beauty

💗Gaining weight is so hard , losing weight is so easy.

🧸I love how I have the body of my dreams , I'm so slim & tall , I look like a model

💗I compliment myself daily in mirror coz I'm gorgeous- my face & body screams perfection .

🧸I love how my arms so slim , slender , hairless and beautiful .

💗My legs are so long , thin , hairless and slim .

🧸I appear taller than I actually am coz of my slim legs

💗My stomach is flat & thin .

🧸My neck is slender , swan like and hump free

💗I have a good , perfect and healthy posture

🧸My posture makes me appear taller & makes me look prettier

💗I'm free from bloating , love handles , scars , stretch marks & double chin

🧸 I have straight and sharp shoulders

💗My shoulders measure exactly 90° , my shoulders are so seductive and beautiful .

🧸My 90° shoulders help me to maintain a good & beautiful posture.

💗My face is slim which makes me look 100× times hotter .

🧸I have cute chubby cheeks which make me look adorable and cute ( CHOICE , USE IT IF U WANT SLIM FACE & CHUBBY CHEEKS )

💗My thighs & calves are so slim and thin ! I'm proud of that >3

🧸My collarbones are visible, dainty , feminine and sharp

💗My collarbones make me look so sexy , feminine and pretty

🧸My face is free from getting swollen or puffed.

💗I know how to control my emotions , I don't emotionally eat

🧸I feel confident in my slim and tall figure , no one can make me feel bad about my body

💗I'm immune from being skinny shamed or body shamed in any way

🧸I am naturally slim and tall , I'm immune from being unhealthy.

[wannaeatramyeon]

What would happen if current Gun Goo and little Gun Goo were to get locked up in a room together ?

This crack ask took hold.

My first thought would be 'fuck them kids, we brawl.' They have no problem hospitalising minors. They would probably be even more savage with themselves. Age? Doesn't matter. They WILL yeet a 5 year old.

And then I twisted your ask. First part is very short. Second is bit longer. Imagine they're tweens or something here.

Time travel fuckery: Gun + Goo meeting lil Gun + lil Goo

"Hey man, I'm you!"

The younger blonde, age barely at double digits, just shrugs at his adult counterpart. Knife held in hand and not budging.

"So? You still look rich as shit. Give me your wallet."

.

.

Gun circles his younger doppelganger. Perfect. This is perfect.

"You," He grins and then yanking mini-Gun by the hair out of the room as he kicks and struggles, "will be my masterpiece."

Time travel fuckery: Gun + Goo de-aging

Goo takes in the sight before him.

Forearms, bare. Space between his eyes, smooth and unmarked. Actual eyes, normal and ugly. Sure it's an unpleasant sight that he has had to adjust to daily, but he's used to seeing them black and ominous.

And at his level. Why is he staring over the top of Gun's head?

"Why are you so short? Have your eyes always been so ugly?" Ack. Why does his voice sound like that?

"Idiots in glass houses shouldn't throw stones." A squeaky voice that is too familiar in manner also comes out from Gun.

"What?"

"Go look in the mirror."

Goo scampers over.

Huh. His sexy self is reflecting back at him. Big surprise. Though... This body is shorter, leaner, lanky. Muscles developing but like he's still at the mercy of puberty and-

The smaller figure joins him. Gun is surprisingly adorable. Residual puppy fat in his cheeks. The cow lick.

A whole head and then some shorter than Goo. His hormones eventually doing the bulk of the work and stretching out his body into its impressive 190cm frame.

"Always been shorter than me, Pipsqueak?"

Fully grown Goo has a full centimetre on Gun. So yes. That makes him hotter, sexier, and taller.

He rests his elbow on pint-sized Gun's head and is rewarded with a swift punch to his stomach.

(Those reflexes and skills, honed over the years through bloodshed and violence? He is still an impressive prodigy, born with a natural talent.)

"OOF!"

"If you want to see adulthood again, don't touch me."

The threat slips out before Gun is able to fully comprehend his words. The severity of their situation takes hold.

Eyes meet, then in unison (both voices shrill and cracking):

"Fuck!"

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+ hc Gun is a lil baby shortass and Goo has always been tall and skinny for his age.

Then puberty hit and they both went full beast.

[browneyedgirly93]

Like An Autumn Breeze

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Summary: You are the youngest Archeron sister only 16 years old when you are shoved into the cauldron along with your two eldest sisters. You quickly learn that you are mated to the heir of The Autumn Court. 

Eris x Reader

Warnings: fear?

Word Count: 1562 A/N: This is my first multipart fic! I hope you enjoy it, I know that this premise has been done a ton but I hope you enjoy my rendition of it! :)

Part One

I was grabbed by two of Hybern’s guards and dragged towards the cauldron so much rage was coursing through my body, I began clawing at the soldiers bucking wildly trying to get out of their grasp. Nothing was working, they were much stronger than I was. If I hadn’t been gagged I would have spit in their faces. I continued flailing and bucking as I was lifted up and dropped into the water. 

I tried to grab the side of the cauldron but the soldiers pushed me down into the freezing cold water. Suddenly it felt like a fire had erupted in my heart and in that instant, I knew I was dying. I could feel my limbs extending with excruciating pain, it felt like every muscle was being torn. The fire was pulsing through my veins and I couldn’t contain it any longer. I watched as flames shot out of my hands in firey ribbons, mixing with the black inky water it began swirling around me. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once.

“The youngest of the sisters, your soul burns with rage and fear” an ancient voice filled my head as the fire swirled closer around me the temperature getting hotter. “This fire is not ordinary fire, it burns brighter and hotter than the rest.” The fire engulfed me burning me to my core. With that the cauldron tipped and I was dumped on the floor gasping for air. Feyre rushed to my side reaching out to me she pulled her hand away looking down to see a burn mark, looking down at me I met her eyes. 

“It burned me” I rasped out as everything went black.

It had been a month since that awful day in Hybern when my sisters and I had been made Fae by the Cauldron. I was living in The Night Court in the House of Wind with my Elain, Nesta and Lucien while Cassian and Azriel looked after us. I had been watching as Elain wasted away to nothing and Nesta watched over her, neither one of them even bothering to ask how I was feeling. 

I was so angry, I felt like I was going to burst into flame at any moment. I didn’t feel like myself anymore, my entire body was different I was taller and my limbs were longer. My face was more angular and sharp, with pointed ears, my eyes seemed bigger than before and my hair had changed shades. Instead of the golden-brown hair my sisters and I had shared, mine had changed to a more orange tone. I didn’t recognize the female in the mirror anymore and that made me so angry.

I needed to do something with all this pent-up anger, I needed to turn this rage into something positive or it would eat me alive. Before I could change my mind I went searching for Azriel, asking him to winnow me to the townhome. He did so without any questions and then immediately faded into the shadows.

I walked to Rhysands office, beginning to feel a bit nervous. I raised my hand to knock and before my knuckles hit the door I heard him calling. “Come in Y/N!” I pushed open the wooden door and walked in. He was sitting at his desk watching me with a feline smile plastered on his face. “What can I do for you today?”

I sat down in one of the leather chairs facing his desk and placed my hands in my lap, taking a deep breath I said “I want to help with the preparations for the oncoming war.” 

“Is that so?” he asked a hint of amusement flickered in his violet eyes as he leaned back in his chair stretching out his legs in front of him and placing an ankle on his knee. I stared into his eyes nodding. 

“I don’t have many skills, but I am willing to learn” I said trying to hold the gaze of The High Lord of The Night Court, his face unreadable. Silence filled the room and I fidgeted slightly, he was either in deep thought or having a silent conversation with someone from the Inner Circle. The silence was nearly deafening, I could feel the flame flickering to life inside of me. “Please Rhys I need to do something, I can’t keep sitting around in that house anymore.” I pleaded.

“Alright, you begin training with Cassian and Azriel tomorrow morning. Have you been experimenting with your powers?” he said simply. I shook my head as fear flittered across my eyes and I watched his face change, he looked at me with such sympathy. “Have you tried to use your powers at all?”

“No, I’m too afraid” I sighed looking down at my hands ashamed.

“Y/N I know you’re afraid, but we need to start working on learning about your powers. Not just so you can learn to use them, but so nothing happens to you because of them.” he lets out a puff of air. “I would never forgive myself and I know Feyre would murder me if anything happened to you.” 

“How?” I whispered.

“We will work together to figure it out, in the afternoons after you’ve finished working with Cass or Az I will meet with you and we will start learning about your powers. If I cannot be there I will send Mor or Amren in my place.” he smiled softly at me. “On days we are not training your magic you will be learning to read and write, if Feyre was neglected in her studies I can only assume you were as well.”

“Yes” I nodded raising my eyes to meet his, his gaze was filled with sympathy. “Thank you Rhys!”

“I will collect you after lunch tomorrow and we will begin our first lesson.” There was a knock on the door and Cassian joined us. Rhys explained the plan for my training and Cassian was excited to see what I could do. 

I had stepped away from the sparring ring to gulp down a cold glass of water and turn to find Cassian stalking over to me with a smirk on his face.

“Please tell me you’re not gonna make me train for longer” I said while crossing my arms across my chest. He shook his head chuckling at me.

“You’re in luck this time, Rhys wants you down at the Town House.” he said grabbing my hand gently and lifting me into his arms.

“Cass, what are you doing?” I shrieked as he took to the skies and we flew through the skies causing him to roar with laughter. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could not wanting to look, another shriek left my lips as I felt us falling and suddenly we were floating down slowly. My feet hit the ground and I opened my eyes, whirling on Cassian my fists already raise he was already on the porch of the Townhouse holding the door open for me.

“Ladies first” he said bowing slightly, I glared at him.

“I hate you” lifting my hand and pinching him in the arm, his yelp quickly turned to laughter as he followed me through the door. 

“No you don’t” he smirked and walked over to the couch and flopped down. I stomped further into the house to see Rhys and Feyre waiting in the living room.

“Y/N” A smiling Feyre looks up at me, her lips thinned into a grimace as she looked at Cassian. “What did you do?” 

“Absolutely nothing” he smirked stretching his legs out on the low-lying coffee table and placing his hands behind his head.

“Nothing!?” I scoffed throwing my arms in the air dramatically. “I’m afraid of heights Cassian!” The three of them burst out laughing and I can’t help but join in.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Cassian says getting up and patting me on the crown of my head, I swat at him as he scurries away. I walked towards my sister and her mate sitting down in a large velvet chair across from the couch they are occupying.

“So what’s up?” I ask.

“We have a mission for you of sorts” Rhys smiled at me, I lift an eyebrow in question and he continues. “As you know we are working to form an alliance with the Autumn Court and specifically with Eris Vanserra the eldest of Beron’s sons and his heir.”

“In a few days we will be going to Hewn City for one of our regular visits, and we would like you to join us.” Feyre took over from Rhys. My stomach tightened, I had not been to the Court of Nightmares yet but had been told about it. They could both sense my fear. “You will be safe Y/N!”

“We ask you to come because Eris will be joining us that evening and we would like you to entertain him.” Silence filled the room as they both watched me, my gaze was shifting between them.

“Why? What’s wrong with him?” I squinted at them.

“He’s an arrogant, obnoxious asshole. But I’m sure you’ll put him in his place.” Rhys winked at me with a laugh as Cassian bounded back into the room with a bottle of wine, four stemmed glasses appeared on the table in front of us.

[achaotichuman]

Oooooh can I ask for your take on Gender fluid/Gender neutral Tamlin where he has body dysmorphia so he constantly changes his form? Because for me Tamlin has body dysmorphia and he sometimes changes form by the regular like clothing.

Sometimes he's a female

Sometimes he's more of an animal like in appearance

Sometimes he looks the same but he changed some features about himself that people with keen eyes can only notice, like how his eyes are a bit more pale green, his hair was more darker brown, he was taller and lanky, and he has small like antlers on his head.

You have no idea how much I love genderfluid Tamlin. They are my favorite.

So.

Tamlin changes his body constantly. It was something everyone knew.

When he was young, he was bullied relentlessly. He was a bit skinny, a bit awkward. His brothers though, they were hulking, massive warriors. They looked down upon him. They made sure he knew he was the outsider. They practically carved into his body. Breaking his bones, leaving bruises where everyone could see, marking his skin with scars.

The changes were at first small. Using his powers to hide the bruising. Then he saw how he could change other things as well.

Once he left for the War Camps, he no longer had to hide from his father or his brothers. Out there he was free to be unapologetically him.

He was still reserved in the beginning, fear from his brothers had been driven into him, so he started small. He changed his hair color, going from blonde to brown, trying out black at one stage, then he went into some other colors, easing into red, then trying out orange. That moved into green, then blue and purple. Soon he was known for having odd and strange colors in his hair.

Then he met Rhysand, who had the strangest eye she had ever seen. Tamlin then began to experiment with eye colors. He was born with blue, but it turned out green was his favorite color. He stuck with it most of the time, but every now and again he would do a color to match his hair that day.

Tamlin had always hated mirrors. They were a symbol of what he was but wanted to be. He thought he wanted to be his brothers, big and tough and strong. Powerful. Seeing the slender frame in the mirror that he owned was enough to make him cover any reflection he owned.

But after his family was killed. Once the threat was gone completely. Tamlin started to go a little further. He was used to transforming into animal like forms, he used to spend all his time outside, away from his home when he was little. He used to shapeshift into small mammals to blend in with the wildlife.

But now, he went a little bigger, got a little braver.

He shapeshifted to have antlers in his High Fae form. He tried a tail once. Then wings like Rhysand. He especially loved giving wings and tails to the children that liked to play in the Manor gardens, they were always quite delighted at that.

Tamlin was still too afraid to go further than that.

Then Lucien fucking Vanserra rocked up.

First thing out of his mouth when he heard that Tamlin could shapeshift into anything he wanted was asking if he had shapeshifted into a female before. Tamlin was shocked but answered that he hadn't.

After weeks of pestering to try it out. Weeks of Lucien saying how he could take him shopping, how it would open a whole new world of style. Tamlin finally tried it.

The first words of Lucien's mouth when he saw Tamlin in female form for the first time was that she looked like a younger, hotter version of The Morrigan.

Obviously that compliment led to Tamlin being in female form a lot more.

Tamlin, at Lucien's request (cough demand cough), wore more feminine style clothing. She tried dresses, corsets, and skirts. She grew to especially love laying long flowy skirts atop each other, and wearing shirts that revealed her midriff.

Tamlin then began to experiment with changing their body into other forms. Sometimes their forms were a little less than striking. Once they scared Lucien half-death by appearing in his room with wide, wide all black eyes and two sets of arms.

Then they tried a form that was unlike anything else. they weren't male but not female either. Something completely in between.

Now they changed up their form depending on the occasion. Tamlin's favorite time was when she turned female for a calamnai and picked a male for the rite (cough Lucien cough).

Once she went to a High lords meeting in female form and no one recognized her. She simply sat down, wearing a long, green silk dress with a sash tied around her waist. No one questioned it until half-way through the meeting when Beron finally spoke up and asked who the fuck she was. Tamlin lost a bit of hope for Prythian that day, because how the hell did six High lords not figure out who she was?

Sometimes he looks in the mirror and hates what he sees. He remembers the little boy who used to only see a failure of a son when he looked in the mirror.

Then other times, they look in the mirror and they see what they have grown into.

Something worthy of the title they carried. High lord of Spring. Shapeshifter.

I loved answering this question so much! Let me know if there's anything you would like for me to expand on!

[ankoku-teion]

Lena's Tragedy.

AN: this one is pretty fucking dark I think. Trigger warnings for homophobia, blood, transformation, implied violence. Probably some other stuff.

@attention-anon Lena is the granddaughter of Sarah, if you want to read it. When. I get home I can post some of the bits for Sarah herself.

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Pt.1

I wait on the cusp of the final act, the greatest choice of my life. And it's out of my hands.

I ran to you, showed you my secret heart, gave you my all. And in the cloaking darkness you gave me yours.

Forbidden love, delicious and sweet. You were my lifeline, my loved one, my protector. Until the light of day broke us.

They called me freak, disgusting, abomination. I'm the devil child, the corruptor, temptress.

We could flee, we could leave this place. Be all we need together. Take my hand and fly with me. Safe from judging eyes.

Shall I be your angel? Or will I become the monster they all despise,

and free us from this torment, this life of lies.

"the devil is in her" they cried, You turned your back on me and so did I.

Abandoned and alone, I heard the voice. The devil was in me all along. Now I will wear his face.

Methelese, Menthis, Malthus. Master of the shadows I call to you. Aresthen the fallen, the black goat of phyra, father of flames, remake me. Sire me anew.

My blood is your blood, my heart is your heart. My sorrow is your rage and my life is your power.

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Pt.2

"abomination. Devil child. I feel your pain, I hear your cries.

I'll give you what you want, make you the monster they despise."

The voice echoes in my head like a voice from a well, sounding up from the depths of my soul. It makes me quake, but I can taste the power, the surety it offers.

"you know me, child. You know what I can do. Submit. Accept this pact."

On my knees in the dust, I smash the little hand mirror you gave me, Julia. I take the largest shard and grip it until the edges slice my hand, relishing in the pain, the release of tension as my hurt is made manifest in the blood running off the glass and pooling in the dry dirt. I whisper the words "I accept."

The pain is sudden, full body. I drop the shard and grab myself as I cry out, double over. Fire and ice flood through my veins. my skull aches, my my bones feel like gravel. I stare at my hands and watch as my fingers change, my nails turning long and sharp, elegant in a way that I never was.

When it's over, the bleeding has stopped, and I can feel a well of power in my belly, like a fire. I grab the shard of mirror again and inspect my face.

My skin was pale already but now it's alabaster white, my yes arbered rings set in a black that matches my ebon curls. Now parted by two slender black horns that stand proud from my head.

Not my face. My face was gone. This one was all long, delicate features, as beautiful as it was terrible. Not the soft, pretty face that Julia had loved, though I could still see myself there.

I stood, taller now than I had been and slimmer, and frightened myself with the long, slender tail that suddenly made itself known.

I looked around with fresh eyes, seeing clearly in the night, taking in the dark little alleyway I had hidden in. The wooden walls to either side of me were old, well seasoned. And dry as a bone in the late summer heat. My hand began to itch, and I felt that power welling up inside like my hatred, my pain, my dying love for the girl who had betrayed me.

That voice, inside my head now. "you will be my messenger, my agent, and visit my wrath upon this world. I name you Damara Phyra."

The flames were beautiful. And hotter than hot, black as the night. They consumed all they touched in an instant and in seconds the entire alleyway was lit with the yellow-orange glow of burning timbers.

When the adults came to fight the flames, they burned too. I wallowed in my fried and my pain and let my blackened heart be consumed by hatred as my black flames consumed all the life I had ever known. And their screams will live forever in my dreams. Or haunt my nightmares.

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Pt. 3

Julia was in her knees before me surrounded by the embers of her home, tears making streaks in the ash that covered her face and dirtied her beautiful blonde hair. I remembered how I loved to play with it, to run my fingers through those golden strands, and I had to stifle the tears welling in my own eyes.

I raised my hand to unleash those black flames and- I hesitated.

She wouldn't meet my eye as she whispered "Lena, please.."

I felt something crack in my chest. I grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look at me, a twisted remembrance of a hundred gentle touches.

"Look at me Julia! See what you did to me! Look what you made me do!" Her yelp of fear pierced me like a lance and I dropped her, letting the flame die in my hand. "No. No, it's crueler to leave you. You deserve to live with this."

I turned and fled into the smoke-filled night, hiding my tears as I tried to believe my own words.

[poetryfuckinsucks]

a short story about getting older

“stagnation is a funny thing, because typically when it occurs, it goes unnoticed.”

-nobody important

When I was six, I began to notice that everything around me was changing. Things got hotter, people got taller, but more importantly, people changed. It was subtle at first. A newfound disdain for certain people, or a need to fit in. 

But it seemed that no matter how hard I tried, nothing about me changed. I never seemed to get taller, or learn, or grow. I stagnated. How sad is that? I tried everything at that time. By sixteen, I remained the same.

 It was somewhat terrifying. I had to watch the people around me grow and change, and experience life, and I stayed the same. I lost hundreds of friends each year, until I stopped trying to make new ones.  As well, I never got to leave. My parents, terrified and confused, treated me the same every year. Of course they tried, but trying never did anything. 

 I had taken every pill, gone to every doctor. They all said the same thing, with the same empty smile. 

”Just wait it out. You’ll grow up soon.”

We paid thousands of dollars and countless hours, but it seemed that nothing worked. And then I turned seventeen. My parents had grown old as well, I could see the tiredness in their eyes. I knew nobody anymore. Was I supposed to go to college? Get a job? I had been repeating the third grade for the past ten years, not because I wanted to, or was too stupid to move on, because there was nowhere else for me. 

Birthdays were no fun anymore. On my eighth birthday, my parents started giving up. I sat there, in an itchy party hat, with a bright cake, waiting for someone to show up. They never did. I invited sixty people that year, just hoping for one. On my ninth birthday, two people showed up, thinking it was their little brother’s friend’s party. They stole cake and left. 

By seventeen though, I was desperately lonely. I looked too young to know or fit in with anyone truly my age, and couldn’t stand anyone who looked like me anymore. It was easier before. I lost everyone at thirteen, and after that, I had nobody. No boyfriend, no friends, barely even parents anymore. I could see it in their eyes, in the way they spoke behind doorways.

 I wasn’t stupid like I used to be. I used to believe that I had done something, that some God had punished me through this. I wandered for years, trying to be better as though that would make anything change. I read every moral philosophy book on the shelf, no matter how much it bored me, and yet, I still didn’t change. It started to become stupid to believe that I was at fault. I gave up too, I guess.

I started to smoke at twelve. That was when I stopped caring. Not truly, I think, but outwardly. My parents were furious. They grounded me, I slapped my mother, and ran out. Not once did I wonder why I blamed them. But I did. I ran away for a week that summer, living under a bridge and smoking. I never stopped smoking, but I missed the jam my mother bought, and came home. They welcomed me back, crying and saying they missed me. They didn’t seem to understand me anymore. 

At night, I left. I still do sometimes. I would wander the house first, staring in every mirror, examining my youth. My thin hair never seemed to help, and I could never wear anything new. I felt the same as I always did. I wasn’t allowed into bars, or clubs, or whatever I tried, but I was allowed into house parties. They didn’t notice me there. I was too short, or too dull, or something, but nobody seemed to see. So every night, I’d put on a sweatshirt to hide my age, and find a house party. I didn’t ever get truly messed up or anything, nobody would party with a kid, but I slept. Better than i did at home. 

I had the strangest dreams then. I had a recurring dream, often influenced by the hazy smoke: 

I was running. There was someone behind me, a boy. Sixteen, no my age, no sixteen. We were on the beach. He calls for me to come back, and as I spin into his arms, I notice that I am tall. My hair, which never seemed to grow either, had reached the small of my back, curling and cascading down. I feel free. But this boy, whom I have never seen before, pulls away. He asks who I am, and I can’t seem to answer. Who am I? In this dream, I try to give myself a name. I call myself Lidia. I never found out why. But that’s what he calls me. Lidia. Nobody called me anything anymore. 

Sometimes in this dream, I see myself as an old woman. Wrinkled with age, I want to grimace. I tell myself I want to be older, but not this old, right? Won’t I die? I hear myself say I don’t want to die. I take the hand of the man beside me, someone just as unrecognizable shriveled as I have become. I smile at him, he made a joke I didn’t hear. 

That’s when I always woke up. I’d wander outside, in some sort of trance, likely under some influence, and cry until I went home. 

Whenever I’d come home, my parents weren’t mad anymore. My mother used to be, but by thirteen, she told me how lucky I was that nothing affected my face. She was drunk sometimes. Not always, not often, but sometimes. That was when I really listened. I had learned enough at those parties: this was when she told me what she was thinking. She would tell me how happy she was that I was so young, that I’d never grow up. She never took me to doctors anymore.

 I would look into her eyes then, when she wasn’t looking anywhere, and see the misery. She seemed more lonely than I would ever be, and yet, I still saw myself. She was so young sometimes, crying when nobody saw, and getting angry over everything. My cigarettes, the new clothes, being out, or sometimes at nothing. But she was always there for me, and I promised never to grow up. There was little truth in that. I already had grown up, far much more than she had. 

Sometimes I thought back to when I was truly younger, around five, maybe four. I used to dance, though it was a distant memory. I danced with my mother, in kitchens, living rooms, and sometimes in crowded auditoriums. We were alive then. 

The night before my eighteenth birthday, I felt strangely hesitant to leave. I stopped into my parent’s room before I left, which I never did. I noticed then how my shadow seemed to leak into the room with the light of the house, and crept in. My father was working in another room, but my mother was asleep. Despite the makeup smudged down her face, she seemed peaceful. I leaned over carefully, and kissed her forehead. 

“I forgive you.”

The strange words escaped my mouth before I truly understood them. But I meant it. More than I had ever meant anything before. And then I left. I did not look in the mirror, and lit a cigarette as I left. 

I went to sleep that night feeling good. Not content, not placated or drunk, but good. It felt different. New. I wanted to think that when I woke up things would be different. I needed to. 

[inun4ki]

Kaede's head tipped backward the closer the other man came, taller frame seemingly dwarfing his own. Already-warm cheeks became warmer, hotter, so tainted with shades of crimson, the glassy floral blue sweeping over a pretty face and the mirrored haze within. Somehow, he felt as if he'd been cornered, backed against a wall, taken for the tipsy fool he was in the moment. But he didn't shy away, licking his lips and desperately trying to make himself appear less mousy, less like he was so easily swayed by a few charming remarks and a bit of closeness.

He didn't hobble backward nor push the man away, common anxieties concerning proximity limited to a twitch of his fingers, a reflexive urge to reach out and touch and decide later whether to run. But he kept his hands quite to himself, blushing a few shades darker at the mere thought, swallowing thickly, so desperate to maintain a somewhat normal composure- All his usual tics couldn't save him now, however, and even though nothing at all had happened yet, he felt he was near to bursting. Lightheaded, a little dizzier than before, and he wasn't so sure it was the effects of the alcohol doing most of the heavy lifting. No, his head was swimming for other reasons, now.

Silver-hair-and-blue-eyes had just asked how he could earn the right to learn his name; No one talked like that. It was bewildering, strange! Yet, Kaede couldn't stop the thrum of his heart nor the flutter in his belly, skin freshly clammy from tweaked nerves. Was everything so intense for him in the moment because he'd been drinking? Or was the man looming over him really so handsome, so charming, a pleasant surprise on his night out? He didn't know, but...a loud enough part of him really wanted to.

"I-I'll just...give it to you," he stammered breathily, turning away if only so he could get them started off on their crawl to the next bar - and hide his outrageous blush in the process. He jammed his hands into his jacket pockets, suddenly conscious of how... provocative his outfit of choice had been that night. Hips exposed, form-fitting pants highlighting the curviture of his ass, off-the-shoulder shirt drawing attention to his collarbones. No matter how he sliced it, he looked like a treat to any who might've come stumbling out of the bar. Now, he wanted to face the other man again, too self-conscious for his own good and twice as rosy in the cheeks.

Unwilling to be cowed by his concoction of emotions, Kaede held his head high and began to walk, a slight sway to his hips. He only stopped to see if his company was still coming along with him, the wobble in his knees somehow more apparent than ever when he realized he'd been right beside him, curtain of midnight hair blown out of the way by a light breeze and a passing car. Oh, and a smile--

"My name is Kaede," he blurted, ten shades darker as he wobbled along, sense of judgment still a bit up in the air. "Er, Sh-Shikabane Kaede..."

Viktor was fully ready to get swung at, even if it was the least favourable scenario, or for banter to ensue, but being met with so clearly coy reaction and again, it switching so rapidly to that of discomfort was somehow both more than he bargained for and not enough. Tilting his head to the side, he observed the stranger's mannerisms, the way he played with his hair, lovely hair, lenght he missed occasionally, colour even more unusual than his own, but looking, somehow, inherently harmonious with the rest of his being; unique, perhaps painfully aware of it too.

Or maybe that was only just the first impression? One possible way to find out, get more information. Hands clasped behind his back, Viktor all but leaped, prowled to close the gap between them somewhat. That served as a good reminder he was not being his best, nor most sober self. The latter served as a strong enough argument to keep going, but the former, paired with a realisation he was now physically towering over the shorter male in addition to already being possibly much, was more than enough to bring a somewhat milder expression to the surface, his smile becoming less toothy and mischievious, looking away for a moment.

"Huh?" It took a lot for him not to search for a reply to the question he didn't even ask out loud immediately in the stranger's eyes. So much, that speaking at all malfunctioned for a short moment also. "Sure. Actually, you'll be saving me. So, if you're free... second round's on me." He felt the need to clarify, just in case the stranger assumed he was some kind of maniac bullying others for free drinks.

Slowly, he circled his gaze from the buildings surrounding them, pavement under their feet, back to the face of the other. Cute. Here was that word again; not the most eloquent way of putting into words the kind of charm the other man possessed, but a better one eluded him for the moment and he decided against searching for it too stubbornly there and then, considering it would definitely come at the price of prolonged staring. Something Viktor wouldn't have minded doing, but not if that meant scaring off his newly found company.

"Now that you know the secret to obtaining my name, how do I earn learning yours?"

[transformhim]

“Yeah, that’s okay, babe! I get it,” Vannessa spoke softly through the phone in her usual higher feminine voice, looking out of the restaurant window facing the street. “Work sucks and networking never ends. It’s—no, no really, I’m fine! I’ll see you when you come back from the office. Okay….. Mmm-Ok, love you too. Byeeee.”

She hung up the phone, glaring down at her husband’s name and picture on the screen, and then looked back up to watch her husband hang up and tuck his phone back into his suit jacket pocket. He straightened his jacket, ran his hands through his hair and opened the door to the restaurant. Vannessa coughed and cleared her voice.

“This son of a bitch…” she spoke in a rich, deep voice and took another sip from her espresso. She caught the bastard cheating on her about a week ago with this stud and she’d been planning on her revenge ever since. She was fine with her husband being bi, she just would’ve appreciated some honesty and explanation before he went and embarrassed and betrayed her with some dude (whom she’ll admit is drop dead gorgeous but that doesn’t justify anything). It started with inhabiting the body of her husband’s new love, which was easy enough since he was very public on Instagram about his whereabouts. She’d left a note to her husband that she was leaving, but he wouldn’t find that until later, after she’d carried out her plan.

She intended to break his heart, like really break his heart. Hell, he’d done the same to her, so it was only right that she do it to him. She planned to use her new body to its full advantage, make her husband feel awful for a change. She would give him an incredible night out, she best fucking he’d ever had in his life, and then she’d tell him it’s over, that she’d way out of his league abs that it’ll never work—and she’d be right! She *was* way out of his league now, she was bigger, better, hotter, and thicker than anyone he’d ever hope to find again. He could try to get back with his “wife,” but she had a feeling that “she” was letting all kinds of similarly bigger, better, hotter, and thicker dudes to fill her hole right now.

For now, Vannessa felt great in her new body. She loved the confidence walking around in this studly physique gave her, she turned herself on every time she got a look at her smirking face in the mirror, and she was surprisingly adept at working her new thick cock, as 3 different guys at the gym this afternoon could attest to. But for now…

“Hey, man!” her husband pipped up at her approached the table.

Vannessa grinned and stood up. ‘Let it begin,’ she thought. “Hey yourself!”she boomed as she wrapped her arms around him, which he reciprocated, as she dove her tongue into his mouth and down his throat. Her husband was surprised but welcomed it as he caressed Vannessa’s new side muscles and abs. His cock instantly swelled and pressed against Vannessa’s hip, so she let hers do the same to him, wrapped her powerful arms around him and sliding her strong middle finger up the line of his crack over his tight suit pants. Her husband’s body stiffened and he pushed her away with a gasping breath.

Vannessa grinned widely. “Too far?” she murmured down (down! she’d never been taller than her husband!) to him.

“A little,” he gasped with a laugh. “I don’t want to bust one in the middle of this restaurant.”

“True, let’s save that for the main course,” she beamed, lightly slapping her husband’s ass and squeezing his cheek.

They sat down and enjoyed their meal; well, Vannessa enjoyed a large steak and lobster dinner on her husband’s dime (what?! a big boy’s gotta eat!), and her husband sipped water and munched on a side salad like the dutiful bottom he is. She was going to wreck him, and she was so looking forward to it.

“I’m so glad I found you, babe,” her husband grinned, reaching across the table and squeezing Vannessa’s large hand. She looked at the hand and saw the tan line on his ring finger. She felt her neck and chest muscles glaring as she tried to control herself. She simply squeezed back harder, rubbing the side of his hand with her large thumb.

“Me too, babe,” she said as she felt her cock pressing hard against her tight pants, leaking wet pre inside, wanting nothing more than to pulverize her bastard husband’s ass. “You have no idea.”

[moonshineboyz]

[17:40]

Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

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“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.  

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.  

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.  

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

[beels-burger-babe]

With You Always

***So I really really really love this idea, but I'm going to tweak it just a little bit so rather than only seeing them in mirrors, MC can just always see them when the brothers aren't around. This one is going to take place after they return to the human realm. I'm also going to be using he/him pronouns for the crush that'll be mentioned. I figured since all the dateables in the game identify as male, it'd be a safe bet. Thank you so so much for this creative request @gender-less-lemon (also I freaking love your profile picture. Monster Camp/Prom is hilarious)***

Summary: An average day of high school with MC...and the seven pact manifestations that haunt their vision.

TW: Bullying You were awoken not by an alarm, or your guardian, or even some random noise from outside, but rather a phantom gnawing on your arm. With a groan, you blinked open your eyes and saw just your regular old room, with one minor difference; a spectral red bear was happily teething on your elbow. You chuckled and pet the manifestation, noting the brightly glowing symbol of gluttony resting in its stomach. "Okay, Beel," you mumbled to yourself as you dragged yourself out of bed, pushing the purple translucent calf sleeping on your stomach, in the process. "I hear you." Ever since you had returned to the human realm, you had been followed around by spectral manifestations of the seven pacts that you owned. By the looks of things, no one else could see them, and they only appeared when the connected sin was active or needed, but it helped you feel less alone. You missed the brothers more than you had anticipated. It was more than a little bit of a culture shock to go from being loved and spoiled every day to being the misfit in your high school. Speaking of which, you needed to get going if you weren't going to be late. As you rushed around our room frantically grabbing the things you needed to get ready, the calf-like manifestation of sloth sat on your bed mooing in complaint. You sent a glare over to it as you finished collecting your belongings. "Trust me, I rather stay home and sleep too, buddy. But I have to go." Grabbing some fruit on your way out the door, you just managed to make it to school on time. Now it was simply a matter of surviving the day.

In all honesty, you preferred RAD to high school. In RAD, the subjects were interesting and grasped your attention without any problems at all. You had friends, even outside of the brothers. Sure there were always demons that would talk down about the kid human that clung to the demon lords, but you had the brothers to protect you. It was nice.

Now that you were back in the human world, you had none of that. In fact, you were even more of a misfit than when you were before. The teenager that vanished for a year and came back weirder than before; that was you. At first, you couldn't get people to leave you alone, but once they realized you weren't going to give them answers they backed off. You would occasionally laugh or whisper to the manifestations, which would earn you some more than weird looks, but you didn't care. These weird little ghost-like creatures were one of the only things you had connecting you to the Devildom. They meant more to you than anything else. As you entered your classroom, you had to bite back a laugh at the sight of one of your classmates looking around in confusion as, unknown to them, a golden yellow crow flapped around their head and pecked at the shiny earrings they were wearing. You took your seat in the back of the classroom and watch in amusement as the crow continued pecking at the various belongings of students, causing subtle chaos and confusion. Leave it to Mammon to make your day even when he wasn't actually there. Your teacher walked in and sat down in his chair. "Alright, class. Today we're going to continue with our history presentations. Remember these were subjects of your choice, so I do hope that you can at least pretend to be interested," he sighed and pulled out a clipboard. "Looks like the next person presenting is...MC." You winced and looked down at your notes. The topic was definitely one you were confident in, but to present it in front of your class. What if no one liked it? What if people laughed? What if- You felt a nudge on your arm. You glanced over to see a dazzling blue peacock, straightening its long neck out high as it puffed out its chest. The pride manifestation gestured forward with its head and almost seemed to smile at you. You smiled gently as you felt warmth grow from his pact mark on your inner wrist and stood up beside the peacock. It cawed and began to strut forward, leading the way to the front of the class. The mental image of Lucifer doing the same almost caused you to burst out laughing. You finally turned to the class and held your head up proudly as you began to speak. "My presentation today will be on biblical demonology and the way it has evolved throughout the eons of its existence." It was the best presentation you had ever given in your life. Riding off of the high from history class, the day seemed to fly by. Before you knew it was time for lunch. The bear was back, this time just softly moaning it continued butting your back with its head in an attempt to get you to go to the cafeteria faster. With one particularly heard shove, you were sent stumbling forward, directly into the chest of someone. "I'm so sorry! I'm a total clutz. I just tripped, I hadn't meant to-" you cut yourself off as you looked up and noticed you were looking at your crush. Your jaw snapped shut as you felt your face suddenly become uncomfortably hot. He smiled and waved off the apology. "It's alright. Just an accident right?" Your face became even hotter as you noticed a bright pink rabbit jumping up and down happily behind him. "I- Uh...Ehm...Y-Yeah! Yeah, t-totally an accident. I'm seat so I should go find my hungry. I-I mean!" He chuckled and nodded. "No worries, I get what you're trying to say. Enjoy your seat, MC," he gave you a wink, causing you to squeak as he walked off. You glared down at the rabbit running happy circles around your feet and the red bear that was sulking guiltily in a corner. "I blame you two for this." With an embarrassed huff, you entered the cafeteria and found yourself instantly wanting to walk back out. Everyone was laughing and talking with one another in their friend groups at their tables. Some gossiped eagerly over a magazine. Others sat silently with one another while they gamed or read books. There was even a table where a group of theatre kids were drumming out a soundtrack beat on the table while singing their favourite

songs. You ducked your head down and grabbed a tray of food before moving to the lonely table in the back, doing your best to ignore the giant orange snake that slithered between the tables, occasionally hissing and tripping students. You tried not to think of how you could be just like those groups of laughing friends, if only you were still at RAD. Your heart ached as you thought about the brothers. Maybe you could call them tonight. You let out a heavy sigh as you stood up and went to leave. You had almost made it to the door when a familiar face stopped you. Standing just a couple inches taller than you, surrounded by their groupies, was your tormentor, Taylor. You weren't entirely sure why they hated you so much. You just knew that they did, and that it got even worse when you came back from the Devildom. Taylor smirked with their arms crossed over their chest. "Where do you think your going? You haven't come to say hello yet." You scoffed and tried to walk past them. "Leave me alone, Taylor. I'm not in the mood for this today," before you could get very far, you were harshly onto the floor, stealing the breath from your lungs. You gasped and glared up at them. "What the fuck?!" The bully just sneered down at you. "You may not be in the mood for this, but I am. You know I heard about your weirdo presentation. Demons? Really? What are you, a satanist?" Their word choice was really ironic, for at that moment you noticed the large, white unicorn with flaming green hair and eyes appear behind them. The beast stomped its hooves and whinnied dangerously. You gulped nervously and looked up at Taylor. "Even if I was, it's not your business. I just find the topic interesting is all." You went to stand up, and therefore force the angry horse with a horn away from Taylor, but were stopped as they placed their foot on top of your chest. "I bet that's why you have all those weird tattoos, huh? What did you run away and join a cult for a year? Freak!" You could feel Satan's pact mark on the back of your neck grow hotter and hotter to the point that you were concerned the manifestation may be trying to summon him. Your eyes widen as you noticed it back up a few steps and point its horn at Taylor. You knew that the creatures normally could do small interactions with others, such as tripping or pushing, but you had never seen them attempt anything so violent. You couldn't just let it kill someone. "STOP!" The cafeteria fell quiet, but you weren't looking at them or even Taylor, you were looking at the unicorn. The manifestation neighed in frustration and jumped around, but obeyed your command. You slumped in relief. Looking back over to Taylor, you found them glaring down at you like you were nothing but a bug. They opened their mouth to degrade you even further when a teacher finally stepped forward. "What is happening here?" You walked over to the unicorn while Taylor fed the teacher a handful of lies. You leaned over to the manifestation and whispered under your breath. "Thank you for trying to protect me, but you can't hurt people. Just leave it be." The creature snorted and nuzzled your shoulder. In comparison to the hectic lunch hour, the rest of the day passed by with ease. In no time at all, you were back home in your room. You had just plopped onto your bed, when you heard a familiar ringtone. You smiled brightly and quickly grabbed your D.D.D. before immediately answering the phone. "Hello?" "Oh, you answered that quite quickly," you grinned at the surprise in Satan's tone. "I was just calling to-" "IS THAT MC?! GIMME!!!" You laughed as the sounds of Satan yelling and running from Mammon came through the other end. There was a yelp, a bang, and a victorious whoop before you could hear the device get picked up by someone. "'Hey MC! How was your day? I hope you didn't miss the great Mammon too badly. N-Not that I've missed you or anything just wanted to know how you're doin' is all." Belphie's purple calf climbed its way into your lap once more as you gently patted its head.

"I miss you too, Mammon. And today wasn't bad. I'd say it was pretty average overall." You could hear Satan growl in the background before there was a loud thud followed by a scream from Mammon. Satan took the phone back. "Just average you say? Nothing special?" You frowned and narrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "No, why?" To your right, the unicorn neighed softly and plopped down beside your bed. "Well, I could've sworn I felt our pact become triggered at some point today and...Well in all honesty I was concerned. We worry about you getting hurt without us there with you, MC." You couldn't help but smile softly as one by one each of the manifestations of your pacts made their way to your bed and laid down. "I know," you replied affectionately. "Though I'm never completely alone. So long as I have my pacts, you guys will always be with me." ***This was such an interesting concept to toy around with. I hope this wasn't too confusing and actually makes sense 😅😅 Thanks again for the amazing request @gender-less-lemon!***

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princeheir​:

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princeheir​:

    A moth to a flame, Severus turned his face to look right at Lily as soon as his head hit the dandelions, a little too bewitched to do anything but stare. 

    Yes, the fair! He’d heard about it all week, fully convinced it’d be something a person like Petunia would love. It seemed so muggle in nature, so incredibly irrelevant to his own person. It brought him an off-putting pleasure in knowing that Lily herself hadn’t much enjoyed it either. 

    “Pushy?” He mirrored, a little confused by what that could mean. It covered so much ground that he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly she had gone through in those few hours apart. Pressing his fingers tighter against hers, he tried to comfort her without words, hoping the silence would magically transport his thoughts directly to her brain. I’m here for you, even if the dandelions are making me itchy. 

    When she let go of him, he almost wondered if he had done something wrong. Maybe his nails prickled her, or she suddenly had grown tired of holding him. Until her voice hit his ears and Severus blood swiftly felt hotter than lava. “Fix it?” Repeating it to himself, hands burning under his newfound duty, he held his breath and dipped closer.

    Knuckles brushing against Lily’s skin, — even if deep down he knew that wasn’t actually necessary —, he held the fabric with way too much reverence, taking his sweet time to clasp it back together without seeming like he was stumbling too hard. The last thing he wanted was to seem like a loser. Well, that and a creep. But he had definitely seen a bra before, thank you very much.

    “There you go, love.” Tripping around his words, he let her go, settling back against the dandelions not knowing quite where to put his hands. What in the holy fuck.

.

Lily didn’t come out of her restless frustration and realize what she’d asked of Severus until she felt his fingertips run against the small of her back. She was grateful it was dark, and probably difficult for him to read the wilting of her posture, as Lily fought being overwhelmed by her own forwardness.

It was just that her mind was still on this thing- this obsession that Petunia had with getting a boyfriend, how she’d acted weirded out by Lily saying she had never been close to anyone. Lily knew that in Petunia’s eyes, she had always been abnormal, but this had felt different, like there was something missing from her Petunia was expecting to be there.

Lily pulled her shirt back down, falling back down to the grass with a frown. “Hey Sev-” Lily asked softly, shifting so that she was laying on her side, facing him. She opened her mouth and closed it again, unsure of how to start communicating what she wanted to get across. “Aren’t you… have you?”

Lily tried to look into Severus’ face to gauge his initial response, if she should stop before she was ahead, but it was impossible. The only thing that she could see were the broad strokes that made up who he was.

“Are you sick of trying to… like, be with people and it just feeling terrible? Augh, sorry-” Lily turned towards the earth slightly, so that she was partially hidden by the taller flowers between them. “I just don’t know if it’s me or not… if there is something wrong with me? Do you think that’s possible?”

    Contrary to popular belief, Severus had his share of love affairs. 

    Okay, Severus had a love affair.

    Shit, alright, let’s be honest. He had a single Hogsmeade date with a fellow Slytherin. Actually, he got asked to go out with someone. And proceeded to overthink the entire thing to a point where when the time actually came, he ended up in the hospital wing with the worst stress migraine Mrs. Pomfrey had ever seen. They didn’t ever reschedule it.

    So, when Lily Evans asked if he was sick of trying he didn’t have the heart to say he hadn’t tried at all (Unless you count reading about it under candlelight while looking very emo as trying).

    He thought, so loudly that he was afraid she’d hear him, about what to say. There was, logically, probably something very wrong with her. If the books were any help, she should be ecstatic about it. Or amused, at the very least. But it wasn’t like him to point that out, not when it came to his best friend. 

 “I don’t think there’s something wrong with you.” He mused, convincing himself in the process. “Maybe there’s something wrong with… Them. Maybe.” He continued, as if threading through unstable ground.  

.

Lily listened to Severus, grateful that he’d even go into this conversational territory with her. She watched as the grass beneath her cheek bent with her breath, considering his words. He sounded a little biased, but she supposed that couldn’t be helped. He’d always been sweet to her.

It was still nagging at her, something between an insecurity and an annoyance. Lily sat up a little bit again, propping herself up on her elbows to look down at him. “I just wish I knew if it would feel just as terrible with someone I care about, or if I just don’t feel the right things…” Lily sighed, pushing her feet against the grass, agitated.

An arc of warm summer wind pushed through the glen, and Lily paused to enjoy the sounds of a summer night at Spinner’s End. Then, Lily’s back straightened as she had an idea. All at once, she felt eager and shy, as she looked down at Severus, her anxious pout transforming into a considering, playful smile. 

“...you probably wouldn’t want to though? Right? Try kissing me?”

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    A moth to a flame, Severus turned his face to look right at Lily as soon as his head hit the dandelions, a little too bewitched to do anything but stare. 

    Yes, the fair! He’d heard about it all week, fully convinced it’d be something a person like Petunia would love. It seemed so muggle in nature, so incredibly irrelevant to his own person. It brought him an off-putting pleasure in knowing that Lily herself hadn’t much enjoyed it either. 

    “Pushy?” He mirrored, a little confused by what that could mean. It covered so much ground that he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly she had gone through in those few hours apart. Pressing his fingers tighter against hers, he tried to comfort her without words, hoping the silence would magically transport his thoughts directly to her brain. I’m here for you, even if the dandelions are making me itchy. 

    When she let go of him, he almost wondered if he had done something wrong. Maybe his nails prickled her, or she suddenly had grown tired of holding him. Until her voice hit his ears and Severus blood swiftly felt hotter than lava. “Fix it?” Repeating it to himself, hands burning under his newfound duty, he held his breath and dipped closer.

    Knuckles brushing against Lily’s skin, — even if deep down he knew that wasn’t actually necessary —, he held the fabric with way too much reverence, taking his sweet time to clasp it back together without seeming like he was stumbling too hard. The last thing he wanted was to seem like a loser. Well, that and a creep. But he had definitely seen a bra before, thank you very much.

    “There you go, love.” Tripping around his words, he let her go, settling back against the dandelions not knowing quite where to put his hands. What in the holy fuck.

.

Lily didn’t come out of her restless frustration and realize what she’d asked of Severus until she felt his fingertips run against the small of her back. She was grateful it was dark, and probably difficult for him to read the wilting of her posture, as Lily fought being overwhelmed by her own forwardness.

It was just that her mind was still on this thing- this obsession that Petunia had with getting a boyfriend, how she’d acted weirded out by Lily saying she had never been close to anyone. Lily knew that in Petunia’s eyes, she had always been abnormal, but this had felt different, like there was something missing from her Petunia was expecting to be there.

Lily pulled her shirt back down, falling back down to the grass with a frown. “Hey Sev-” Lily asked softly, shifting so that she was laying on her side, facing him. She opened her mouth and closed it again, unsure of how to start communicating what she wanted to get across. “Aren’t you... have you?”

Lily tried to look into Severus’ face to gauge his initial response, if she should stop before she was ahead, but it was impossible. The only thing that she could see were the broad strokes that made up who he was.

“Are you sick of trying to... like, be with people and it just feeling terrible? Augh, sorry-” Lily turned towards the earth slightly, so that she was partially hidden by the taller flowers between them. “I just don’t know if it’s me or not... if there is something wrong with me? Do you think that’s possible?”

[xxxsweetdreamzxxx]

warnings/tags: dom!Jaehyun sub!reader, fanfic, smut; cursing, hook up, fingering, cunninilingus, unprotected sex, cream pie

summary: a chance meeting while shopping for bathing suits turns your summer vacation a little hotter

word count: 4.4k (help)

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this was interesting to write as the beginning and ending are based off of separate dreams this time, so hopefully I was able to link them in a way that made sense. please enjoy!!

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"How does this look?" You asked your friend Jamie, holding a skimpy neon bikini set to your body. 

It was the first full day of your annual summer beach trip with your bestie, and you'd arrived in the seaside town you always traveled to late last night. After eating a mediocre breakfast provided by your hotel, the two of you had headed to a nearby mall to buy new swimsuits. She'd had luck finding one relatively quickly. But the reason you were still there, on the second story of a large department store several hours later, was because you had yet to. 

She made a face. "No offence, but it's not really your style..."

Sighing, you put it back on the rack. "I know."

Rounding the stand that contained the bikini you'd just put back, you briefly glanced over at the neighboring section, which had swim trunks. Movement had caught your eye, caused by three guys walking through. You barely even paid attention to them at first glance, but the one in the back caught your eye, and you did a double take. 

At this second glance, you saw they were all young, probably close to your age, and very attractive. 'Are they models?' You wondered. But again, it was the one behind the first two that really made you look on in awe. He had muted fluffy purple hair that covered his forehead, and dark eyes that shone like diamonds even from this distance. His soft features and perfect skin made you wonder if he was an angel. His thin white shirt hugged what was probably toned muscle underneath. When the taller of his two friends said something funny, he smiled and oh my God, he had the cutest dimples. 

At that moment, he shifted his eyes up and saw you standing there, staring. Like a deer caught in headlights you froze, embarrassed as fuck you'd been caught. But his smile only widened, and he gave you a slight nod in greeting. 

Ripping your gaze away, you acted like nothing had happened and tried to return to shopping. 

"Oh wow y/n, you saw those guys right?" Jamie exclaimed, following you. "Now that's what I'd call eye can-"

You interrupted her, face flushed, by holding up a pale blue gingham bikini. "What about this?"

Before she could answer, her eyes focused on something behind you, mouth falling open slightly. A deep voice then responded to your question. "I think it looks cute."

You whipped around, only to come face to face with the man you couldn't keep from staring at. Your eyes widened and you gulped, startled. Up close, he was simply breathtaking. Literally; you felt your breathing become strained as your heart pounded in your chest. 

"Th- Thank you, um..?" You stuttered before taking a deep breath.

"Jaehyun." He answered. 

"Ah, Jaehyun." Damn, even his name was cute. You gave him a shaky smile. "So I should get it?"

"Definitely." He encouraged. He then looked to Jamie, who'd been speechlessly watching the exchange. "What do you think?"

Turning around, you waited to see her response. After looking between the two of you for a couple of seconds, she grinned and gave a thumbs up. You weren't sure if she was approving of the bathing suit or... 

"Hey, what are you guys doing the rest of today?" Jaehyun asked. 

"Oh, not much." You replied quickly, not planning to elaborate. 

"We'll just be at the beach!" Jamie said louder and at the same time, speaking over you. "Wanna come with?"

You gave her a look, trying to shut her up. She looked back at you as if to say 'what?'

He smiled. "Sure. Let me ask the boys if it's okay with them."

He beckoned the two of them over, who didn't hesitate to comply. Jamie introduced you and her to the group, as you were still majorly distracted by the million thoughts running through your head. The tallest of the three then introduced himself as Johnny, a friendly guy with a round face and sculpted arms that were on full display thanks to the tank he wore. The other was Mark, who shyly said hi to you and Jamie. He had a boyish and youthful aura about him that made you immediately assume he was the youngest. They both readily agreed to head to the beach. 

Still not fully registering what had just happened, you walked to the check out in a near trance and bought your swimsuits. Then you exited the mall, and made your way to the parking lot. Jaehyun went to get his car while the rest of you waited at Jamie's. When he pulled up, the guys got in. After quickly entering her car with her, Jamie pulled out of the parking lot and followed them as they lead the way to the beach.

"Y/n, you okay?" She asked, taking her eyes off the road for a split second to glance at your face. Your prolonged silence had prompted her to speak.

You removed yourself from your racing thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just surprised."

She grinned. "Well, today's not gonna be boring, that's for sure. It'll be a lot more eventful than if we'd hung out at the beach by ourselves."

You nodded in agreement. You knew there wasn't much harm in doing this - there would be plenty of people on the beach around you - they couldn't try anything. And besides, you didn't even get those vibes from them. That wasn't what made you uneasy. It was the thought of spending a day at the beach with such attractive guys that made the tips of your ears turn pink and your heart rate increase. You just prayed you wouldn't say or do something utterly embarrassing. 

Jamie drove into the public beach parking behind their car, parking a few spaces away from them. Exiting the car, you and her first made your way to the bathrooms to change. This beach was well maintained, a stone walkway lead to them and then continued on and up to a wide bridge that arched over the barrier dunes and then down onto the sand. Palm trees provided shade, which was made good use of as it seemed wherever a tree cast a shadow there was a cool bench to sit. 

Locking yourself into a stall in the women's bathroom, you undressed and then pulled on your brand new swimsuit. Thankfully, despite not being able to try it on in the store, it fit extremely well. The gingham pattern, pale blue color, and small ruffles on the waistband and straps made you conclude this was the cutest bikini you'd ever seen. Exiting the stall, you briefly peered into the mirror above the sinks to pull your hair into two low pigtails. 

Turning back around, you found Jamie standing there in her new suit, smiling at you. 

"Ready y/n?" She asked. 

You took a breath before replying. "Yep."

Arm in arm, you walked out to meet the boys, who'd already changed and were standing there waiting, beach bags in hand. Johnny got excited as he spotted you both and practically ran towards beach, Mark trying to keep up with him. Jaehyun looked unbothered as he stayed behind to walk at a normal pace with you. By the time you'd crossed over the sand dunes and strolled onto the beach, Mark and Johnny had already found a good place a little ways away to set up. They'd brought two large towels, big enough for multiple people to sit on, and had spread them out over the sand.

Jaehyun sat down on one, then patted the ground next to him, motioning for you to sit next to him. After a few seconds of contemplation you complied, folding your legs to the side as you still kept a couple feet of distance from him. Jamie sat down with Johnny and Mark on the other towel. 

For the next hour or so, the five of you talked about various topics in an effort to learn more about each other. Gradually, you loosened up as you got used to their company. Johnny and Mark were college friends of Jaehyun's, who'd came into town a few days before you to visit him where he now lived on the coast. Funnily enough, the two boys were staying in the same hotel as you and Jamie while they did so - it was the closest to Jaehyun's apartment.

Noon came and went, and the air continued to heat up around you until it was unbearable. You looked out at the ocean water longingly,  but didn't want to leave by yourself, and the others seemed to be having such a great time...

Glancing over at you, Jaehyun made a suggestion. "Who's up for the water?" 

Despite your assumptions, the agreement was unanimous. As one, you all rose and ran towards the rolling sea, chasing each other. Diving into the waves, you ran out until the water was up to your waist. Johnny swam out farther than any of you, while Jamie and Mark stayed in slightly shallower water. 

You heard the sound of someone sloshing around in the water directly behind you. Spinning around, you were met with his chest - his white shirt was now wet and you could see some of the muscles through it - as your eyes widened and you looked up into Jae's eyes. He smiled down at your face, less than a foot away, dimples on full display. 

"Hi." He said in a way that made your heart melt. Then: "Feel better?" 

"Y- yeah, it was really hot before." Your words betrayed your body - being in the water wasn't cooling you off at all anymore. 

You stood there for a few awkward moments in silence, not knowing what to say. 

"Um-" You began. 

"Woah y/n look out!" He cut you off, sudden panic on his face as he closed the small distance between the two of you.

Suddenly, a large wave crashed into your back. It pushed you straight into the only thing that would keep you standing - his body. Instinctively, you gripped onto his shirt tightly so you didn't fall, tugging it towards you. He didn't hesitate to wrap his strong arms around your waist to steady you. Only after the wave had passed did you realize what you'd done, quickly releasing the fabric from your hands. But he didn't let go. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry in his tone.

You nodded, heart pounding loudly in your ears. However, you were shaking slightly. 

He began leading you back towards the shore, not convinced. Stumbling onto the hot sand, he guided you back to the towels, sitting you down once you got there. Getting a smaller towel, he wrapped it around you so you could dry off, then he sat down next to you. 

You looked at him, embarrassed. "You can go back if you want, I'll be fine here."

"No, I'm good." He leaned back a bit. "I'm not much of a swimmer anyways."

He then lifted his arm and ran his fingers through his damp hair, brushing it back off his forehead. You gulped, incredibly bothered by the motion. 

He looked at you with a slight smirk. "Thirsty?"

"Yeah." You replied. 

Smirk widening, he handed you an unopened water bottle. You drank, trying desperately to calm down. 

Jamie ran up to you, Mark following close behind. "Y/n are you okay?" She asked, confused and concerned. "What happened?"

You explained without including the details that made you blush when you thought of them. She sat on the towel next to you, deciding not to go back out. Mark followed suit and shortly after Johnny joined you again when he realized everyone was out of the water.

After a bit, you began to get hungry and got up to try and find some food. Luckily, there was a food truck nearby with some cheap lunch. Returning to the towels, you ate in relative silence as the sun moved slowly west overhead. The rest of the afternoon was spent walking, playing with a frisbee, and sunbathing. You noticed Jaehyun seemed to be keeping you within a few feet of him the entire time, never leaving you alone or with the others. Even when you went back out with Jamie into the shallow water, he followed - even though he tried to appear like he wasn't. 

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Once the sun went down, everything was packed up and taken back to the cars. You threw back on your shorts from earlier before heading to a nearby bar, open to the sea and cool night air. It was already crowded with many tourists, and once you entered you quickly lost sight of the others,  later catching a glimpse of Jamie talking to Johnny off to the side with a drink in hand. 

Seeing the bar, you made your way over to it by yourself and sat on one of the barstools. You beckoned the bartender over to order your drink. 

"What can I get for you?" She asked, polishing a glass. 

"A margarita please." you answered.

She then looked at the seat next to you. "And you sir?"

"A margarita for me too, thanks." A familiar voice answered. 

You turned around in your seat to face Jaehyun, blinking at him.

He smiled and nodded in greeting, those adorable dimples reappearing on the corners of his mouth. Feeling your face heat up, you quickly turned to look at the bartender as she made your identical drinks. 

You cleared your throat a little. "So... you like margaritas too?"

He chuckled softly at your attempt to break the awkwardness. "Truthfully, I've never tried one. Thought tonight was good first time."

You could feel his eyes on you, boring into your soul in an attempt to get your attention. When you couldn't take it any longer and tilted your head to look at him, his eyes immediately met yours. A slight smirk spread across his lips.

When your drinks were served, he was the first to take a sip, eyes not leaving you for a millisecond. You drank and shifted in your seat, fully aware of how he was checking you out as his eyes began to roam. You wondered if maybe you should've put on a shirt over your bikini top to cover yourself better. But that thought was quickly dismissed as a new one took its place. You liked it - the way his attention was focused on no one but you. There were plenty of other hot girls there that night,  but he paid them no mind. 

The hours drifted by as those around you melted away and it felt like you and Jae were the only two in the entire world. The music and voices of patrons were only a buzz in the distant background as you focused on his soft words. You found you enjoyed each others company - he made you comfortable with the idea of spending as much time in it as possible. 

When the clock struck ten, you could feel the beginnings of fatigue creeping into your mind. An incoming text made his phone buzz. He checked it, relaying the message to you after briefly lifting up his eyebrows in surprise.

"Your friend's heading back to the hotel with Johnny and Mark, she's driving them there."

"Oh!" You replied in surprise, glancing around the bar but finding them already gone. You knew what was probably going to happen to Jamie, but you didn't voice it. 

He looked at you for about a minute before speaking again, slowly. "Do you.. wanna come to my place?"

You met his eyes again, heart and mind racing at his invitation. The implications of his question didn't slip by you, they were fully realized. Still, it didn't take you long to make up your mind - in fact, you'd already made it before he'd asked. 

"Yes." You replied. 

He smiled wide and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You quickly slid off your barstool and exited the bar, making for the car. You giggled as he pulled you along. The moon shone down on you from high overhead, lighting the way. Once reaching the car, he opened the passenger door for you and you hopped inside as he then closed it and rounded the car to his seat. Getting in, he started the car and drove out onto the road towards his apartment. 

Your mind raced as you made the silent drive to his apartment, listening to the low sounds of the radio coming through the speakers. It only took a few minutes before he was parking, getting out, and coming around to help you out of the car. Grasping your hand tightly again, he lead you into the building. The lobby of his apartment had only dim lights on at this time to illuminate the room. No one was around. Jaehyun took a left after guiding you through the main doors. 

"This way." He practically whispered, taking you into the elevator. 

He hit the three and the doors closed, leaving you alone in the small space with him for a few moments. He didn't waste any time in turning you around to face him, closing the gap between you. Locking his lips with yours in a heated first kiss, he backed you up into the elevator wall, driving you up it slightly with his strong arms. You instinctively wrapped your limbs around his body to steady yourself and kissed him back. You could taste both him and the drink he'd had at the bar - the mixture was heavenly. 

A ding signified your arrival at his floor, forcing you to part. Thankfully for the both of you, his door wasn't too far away. Pulling you down the hall quickly, Jae stopped at his door and took out his keys, fumbling with them for a few seconds as he tried to rush. When the door was unlocked, he pushed it open, letting you both walk through before harshly closing it again. 

For the few seconds it took for him to throw the keys on a small table next to the door you glanced around the dark apartment. Through a cracked door to your left you could make out a bathroom. A small kitchen stretched across most of the right wall from the door, a long bar separating it from the rest of the room. In this main room was both his living area and bedroom. His bed was pushed up against the farthest wall, which was taken up entirely by two giant windows. The moonlight shone through them, illuminating a balcony on the other side that looked out into the night and the street below, where palm trees waved back and forth in a light breeze. 

The sudden grip of his large hand on your waist from behind made you jump. He spun you around, and gave you that soul piercing stare that made all your self-control fade away. You leaned in this time, seeing a smirk spread across his face right before you closed your eyes. As soon as your lips brushed against his again, he picked up were you'd left off, kissing you relentlessly and leaving you breathless. Slowly, he backed you up further into the apartment until the backs of your legs bumped up against the edge of the bed as you struggled to bring air to your lungs. 

He lifted you just enough to clear the mattress and sit you down on top of it. Climbing onto it himself, he gently laid you down onto the sheets underneath him. He kept himself up with his knees, one on each side of you as he started to move his plush lips down to your neck. He proceeded to mark you, painting several dark spots onto your skin that would surely be there the next day. 

"Ah, Jae." You moaned out for the first time, when the tenseness that had been building between your legs became too much to stay silent.

He paused. "What is it princess?" 

"I need..." You began, heating up at the petname.

"Yes?" He asked patiently, waiting for your commanding words. He smiled down at you, raising a hand to your cheek to stroke it soothingly. 

"You." You finished, meeting his gaze. "I need you."

He smiled wider. "Sure thing."

Removing his hand from your face, he moved it down to the waistband of your shorts. Unbuttoning them with both hands, he slipped them off and down your ankles with ease. Placing his strong hand on your upper thigh, he spread it away from the other and began moving his fingers closer to your heat. Shivering at his touch, you sunk deeper into the bedsheets. He let his fingertips get to the edge of your bikini bottoms, but stopped there, teasing you. 

"Hey-" You breathed, scolding him when you realized what he was doing.

He looked down at you, hair messily splayed around your head as your chest rose and fell beneath him. Your skin was beginning to glisten with perspiration, your eyelashes fluttering slightly every time you blinked your half-closed eyes. "Hm?"

You took a moment to respond. "Touch me Jae."

He smiled a dark smile as he brushed your bikini bottoms to the side. The first touch of his fingertips against your slick clit had you lifting your hips up off the bed, curses falling from your lips. He forced them back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He quickly resumed his actions, running his fingers back and forth over your folds as you moaned at the pleasure. He then suddenly inserted a finger into your dripping core. 

"Ah-" You gasped in surprise as he continued, using his thumb to trace circles across your clit. It was all too much for you to handle. He watched as you gradually lost control beneath him, writhing about in pleasure. The dangerous combination of things he was doing to you quickly brought your first high like a rising wave that crashed into the beach before it. 

You didn't have time to warn him before your walls clamped down on his finger and your juices spilled out onto his hand, sheets, and down your legs. He let you ride out your orgasm and calm all the way down before removing his finger and sitting up, licking every last bit of you from his fingers. You peered down the bed at him, watching in fascination as he lapped it up like a man starved.

"Shit, you taste good." He complimented, making your face feel flushed. 

When his hand was clean, he bent down and stuck his head between your legs. A second later, you felt the flick of his tongue on your inner thigh. He left a trail of wet kisses up it, making his way back up to your heat. Without warning, you felt his lips brush against your folds as he proceeded to use his tongue to clean you up as best he could. His hot breath against your pussy made you squirm and draw your legs up closer to your chest. Once satisfied he sat up again, licking the last of you from his lips. 

He then repositioned himself above you. Removing his swim trunks, his hard member sprung free and stood erect, precum trickling from its pink tip. Slipping a couple of fingers into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, he pulled then down your legs, leaving them with your shorts at your ankles. Lining up with your entrance, he held himself up with his strong arms, caging you in. You looked up at him, his faded purple hair messy across his face. He gave you a reassuring smile - dimples and all - before pushing into you with ease and rolling his hips down onto yours. Matching the pace he set, you pulled his face back down to yours to kiss him again, softer this time. He complied, kissing you deeper and slower as he pushed further into you with each thrust.

When he bottomed out, he speed up the movement of his hips, gripping yours to bring them closer to his. The lewd sounds of sex filled the apartment, combined with both of your increasingly loud moans.

"Jae." You moaned out, breaking your kisses. You felt the tenseness building in your abdomen again. 

He groaned as you felt him twitch inside you. "Fuck, you sound so hot saying my name like that."

He then hit your g-spot with the tip of his cock, pushing you over the edge. You came undone all at once, flexing your walls around him, gasping for air. Seconds later, hot strings of his cum shot through you, spilling out onto the bed along with your own. Riding out your orgasms simultaneously, your heavy breathing gradually quieted until he pulled out and sat up on the bed beside you. Watching him slide off the edge and stand up, your eyes followed him as he made his way to the bathroom entrance, ducking in for a second and returning with a towel.

Climbing back onto the bed, he leaned over you and gently cleaned you up with the towel, being extra careful around your sore clit. When most of it was wiped up, he discarded the towel onto the floor and laid down next to you. You rolled onto your side to look at him in the moonlight.

His skin had a visible sheen to it and his hair was a fucking mess - it stuck partially to his damp skin. But that only made his perfectly sculpted features more beautiful. You felt him wrap his arm around your naked waist, holding you to his body. Brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face, he spoke for the first time in minutes.

"Let's do this again tomorrow."

In your fucked out state, you couldn't respond with much else than an excited nod as you snuggled up to him. He gently kissed your swollen lips, happy. 

Brushing your nose with his, he whispered: "Night y/n." 

You replied by kissing him back, closing your eyes, and drifting off to sleep in his arms. 

[simpforhoon]

pretty. (l.hs) *ೃ༄

Pairing: heeseung x fem! reader

Genre: Smut (daddy kink, slight choking, making out, fingering, semi-clothed sex, marking, penetrative sex, breeding kink)

Word Count: 1k

synopsis: heeseung thinks you look really pretty and can’t help himself from fucking you then and there. (basically heeseung is horny)

Warnings: unprotected sex (please use protection!)

please note, this work is purely that of fiction. and not meant to represent what the enhypen members are like in real life.

A/N: okay so this was just an idea I had off the top of my head, and I was bored, so I wrote it! I hope you enjoy and don’t hesitate to give feedback!

you’d gone shopping with your friends that day, going to a number of stores at the mall, picking out outfits for each other and having fun. it was when you entered this one store that sunoo started calling your name from the other end of the store, running back to you with the cutest skirt in his arms, and a shit eating grin on his adorable face. he shoved the skirt into your arms and pushed you in the direction of the trial rooms to try it on. you weren’t gonna lie, you looked really pretty, and super adorable in it. sunoo’s compliments only letting that thought settle in further, as you changed back into your clothes and headed back towards the register to pay for it.

heeseung wasn’t back from practice yet when you got home, so after showering quickly, you pulled the skirt out of the bag it was in on the table, and rushed back to your room to try it on, connecting your phone to the speaker in the process. you were so absorbed in your music and how the skirt looked on you that you didn’t even notice heeseung walk in and stand at the door to your room, lean against the door frame and watch you. you looked so happy, twirling about in front of the mirror and giggling that he couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face.

“you look so pretty, baby” he said, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop himself. you nearly jumped in fright as you caught him standing there. “oh gosh you really scared the living shit out of me heeseung!” you whined, holding your hand to your chest dramatically.“how long have you been standing there?” you asked. “not long at all” he chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed and patting his thighs, silently asking you to sit on his lap with a smirk on his face. you huffed and walked over to him swinging one leg over him and straddling his thighs.

he smiled softly, bringing his large hands under your thighs to pull you closer and run his hands up and down your now bare thighs. you shuddered and bit your lip as goosebumps rose along your arms and legs and heeseung noticed, lips curving up into a large smile. “you do look really really pretty though, my pretty baby”. and that was all it took for heat to start spreading through your body, your face feeling hot as you leaned down to bury your head in the crook of his neck as he let out a laugh. “heeseung stoooooop” you whined. “but it’s true, isnt it? I’m sure you know how pretty you look as well by now, considering I just caught you checking yourself out” he whispered, bringing his lips to your neck to place kisses there, nibbling on your soft skin, leaving small marks everywhere.

“hee noooo please” you whimpered softly, your face getting hotter as he traced little figures onto your thighs and back. “now, that’s not my name is it, pretty baby?” “….no” you whispered back, voice muffled by the sweater he was wearing. “then what is it? say it, or I won’t give you what I know you want” he said, his hands resting dangerously close to your core. “please daddy”. he smiled at the words that came out of your mouth and gently pulled your face out from where it rested on his shoulder, hands cupping your jaw as he made you look him in the eye, pulling you in for a kiss, as he moved the two of you to lay on the bed, his taller frame covering yours almost completely.

your shirt and panties had been carded off a long time ago, you couldn’t place when, being too lost in the haze of his warm hands on your body and his soft lips on yours. “you look so cute with this skirt on baby, I don’t want to take it off at all” he murmured, running his fingers up and down your aching core, never pressing hard enough and never going in. you bucked your hips up against his hands and whined. “daddy please, I want you”. he smirked as he moved his hands to trail over your stomach. “where do you want me angel? you’re going to have to use your words”. “i-i want you to finger me please” you managed to get out. “good girl” he whispered, as he plunged a finger into your soaking core, your back arching off the pillows at the sensation. it didnt take long for him to add another finger, and then another before he was thrusting three fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. his other hand reached up to wrap around your neck, pressing down on it, not too hard but just enough to make you gasp. as the knot in your stomach got bigger and bigger, you pleaded with him to let you have your release. “daddy please, please let me cum”. that was all it took for him to pull his fingers out all of a sudden, leaving you empty and aching as your let out a loud whine. “if you’re gonna cum sweetheart, it’s going to be on daddy’s cock” he said, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down.

he lined himself up against your entrance and slid in easily giving you a moment to adjust before sliding in and out at a steady pace slowly going faster and faster. “you look so pretty all fucked out for me, daddy’s very own pretty little cockslut, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum” his words were all it took for your climax to approach again, and he could feel it in the way you clenched around him. “that’s it, cum for me pretty girl, let go” he whispered as the knot in your stomach burst and covered his cock with your cum. it didnt take long for him to cum either, as he let go, shooting his cum inside you. “I really hope you’re on the pill baby” he said as you nodded weakly. he pulled out of you before walking to the bathroom to get a wet cloth and he cleaned you up gently before helping you out of your skirt and changing you into some of his clothes. it wasnt long before you were bundled up in bed, snuggled up against him. “I wasn’t too rough was I baby?” he asked. “not at all babe, you were amazing, thank you.” he smiled before letting you close your eyes and fall asleep.