#while talking about how he used to be fat and now only wears the same clothes because they mean safety

[ananxiousgenz]

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[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

"Told him go put my name on his account

because when I need money, I ain't tryna wait"

Sugar daddy!König x stripper reader. First time you met at the stripclub, he was so nervous to talk to you that he didn't know what to do with himself. He was dressed in a button up and slacks, perfectly tailored to his long limbs and not a wrinkle in sight. He just kept handing you 20s every couple of minutes while you talked to him, sitting on his thigh. You just kept rambling on and on about the newest outfits you've bought and your skincare routine. His jaw was clenched hard while he focused on listening to you, trying to ignore his painfully hard dick tucked up into his waistband. It made him feel so special when you gave him your number. Of course it was a fake number you gave every customer so you can let them know when you're coming to work. But he didn't know any better. He lost it when he got a text from you the following week,

"Working today! Come see me?❤️"

He didn't know you were just clicking through the list of customers on your texting app and sending the same message. He got at the club two hours before you even stepped into the changing room. He'd awkwardly shoo away other dancers away saying he was waiting for you. It was the same thing every time you worked; sitting on his thigh talking about frivolous things while he handed you 20s. He didn't even get a lap dance from you until a solid two months of coming to the club. And when it finally did happen, you could see the deep shade of red his face turned even in the dim lights. He didn't even properly say goodbye before leaving the club. Practically sprinted to his car, desperately undid his slacks and aggressively fucked his fist in the parking lot. Every detail of you vividly emblazoned in his mind despite how dark it was. Slammed his hand down his aching shaft repeatedly, imagining it was your perfect ass bouncing up and down on him. Wondered if your skin tasted as good as it smelled. He spills a hot thick load on his button up, whimpering. Staring at the ceiling of his car; he's thankful for the tinted windows on his Range Rover.

As the months went on, he would bring gifts to the club; watches, earrings, bags, even skincare products that you brought up when you first met. Your coworkers oohed and ahhed, talked about how lucky you are to have such a hot guy be your top client. How it was even better that he barely talked.

One day he timidly asks for your real name before handing you a fat stack of 20s, promising he'll keep it a secret. You were gonna tell him either way, but the money didn't hurt. You even gave him your real number. You already liked him, you were just afraid to complicate things. He promised he would keep it simple. Just let him take care of you: How could you say no?

So you went on your first date together. Met up right outside the restaurant. Both of you got a better look at each other now that you weren't in a dark club, it was so weird seeing him for the first time while not wearing a skimpy bikini. You still had the same effect on him though: the dress you wore made him so hot under the collar, he could melt right then and there. Also, he was used to you being...taller? It was probably the impossibly tall shoes you donned at work. But there you were, in normal heels (even they were high, though). He still towered over your either way. He was somehow even hotter in this light, subtle scars across his face and sleepy eyes that were accentuated by annoyingly long lashes.

You were the only people in the restaurant which was unexpected because of how popular it was. (He had bought the whole place out, of course. He just couldn't imagine being distracted by other people while trying to impress you on your first real date.) As usual, he smiled when you touched his arm or laughed at your own joke. As usual, you were the one leading the conversation. As usual, he only spoke when you asked him a question.

At the end of the date, instead of calling a cab to take you home; you asked him to drive you. Then you asked him to walk you up to your place. Then you asked him to come in for tea. Then you asked him to rail you over the kitchen island. He turned a darling shade of pink that made you giggle.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

He stood awkwardly in your kitchen, shifting uncomfortably.

"No, I really want this. I promise."

You assured him, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. He swallowed hard, and blinked. He felt so guilty because he didn't want to take advantage of you. But God did he want you in a way that was downright wicked. You tugged at his collar and kissed him as he was in the middle of fighting with himself. Your lips were so soft, the softest things he ever kissed. God was it divine.

In the blink of an eye, you were leaning your elbows on the counter with your legs open. Of course he wanted get waterboard by your pussy first but you looked too fucking good bent over in that dress that hugged your curves so well. The way your heels have you standing on the balls of your feet, accentuating your legs and making your ass stick out, he was literally drooling. He slid your dress up and moaned when he saw how soaked you were. Pussy so fat it almost ate up the small thong you were wearing. He gently slid it to the side and got weak in the knees seeing your pretty lips for the first time. He quickly undid his pants, giving himself a couple tugs enjoying the way you swayed your hips. He teased his way inside, swiping his tip through your slick to lube himself up. Almost came right when he stuck his thick tip in. He didn't even slide himself all the way in; afraid to hurt you, no matter how much you begged. It took everything in him to not release until you did. He grit his teeth so hard trying to control himself he gave himself a headache. He made the sweetest moans and whimpers.

"Mein Engel, mein Engel~"

He'd repeat. It was honestly the most noise you've ever heard come from this man. He was obsessed with the way you gripped him. You looked back right into his eyes and begged for him to give you every last inch. He couldn't help himself, he slammed his hips against your ass. Knocked the wind right out of you. His fingers dug into your hips as he lost control of himself; repeatedly digging into you with his fat shaft. Every pump was a bruising kiss to your cervix. It hurt. It was heavenly. Your legs started shaking so bad your knees gave out and he held you up by the hips, just lifting you enough to make your stand on your tiptoes. Fucked you right through your orgasm; he held off for this long, might as well make the most of it. Every pump after that just sent you more into a stupor until he finished inside you, you didn't even realize you were begging for him to do that. Just dick drunk and hypnotized.

You didn't take the cash he offered before he walked out, that would make this whole moment feel transactional, cheapen the moment. You weren't having sex with him because he gave you money. You were having sex with him because you liked him, because he took care of you. And you wanted to take care of him. Oh and you knew after having sex he'd probably give you every cent in his pocket anyway.

As you closed the door you squealed to yourself , God how did you get so lucky? You were just happy wanted to get off to the real thing after touching yourself for months to the thought of him. To be honest, you've wanting to fuck him since you first met him. Saw his hard dick the very first time you were sitting on his thigh.

He paid you to take a day off, then a week off, then a monthly allowance. You quit to just get taken care by him. Never saw a bill, he just paid for it. Gave you enough money to feel secure if you ever split up. He made you an authorized user on his credit card so you could build your credit. Even with the age gap, you looked like a perfect couple walking down the street arm in arm.

Might do a more nasty part 2 LMAO

[xomakara]

Beyond Friendship

SUMMARY |  You and Jongho are best friends who secretly harbor intense sexual desires for each other. After a night out, you finally confess your feelings...

PAIRINGS |  Jongho x Reader

RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE |  BestFriend!Jongho, BestFriend!Reader, college au, non-idol au, smut, friends to lovers, Oblivious friends

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, handjob, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, praise kink, pet names, daddy kink, creampies

LENGTH |  9,346 words

TAGLIST |  @yourlocaljonghoe

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @atzhouse @cromernet @wonderlandnet

@k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Hello and goodbye~ Don’t forget to like, comment, reblog and show some support. Love you all 💚

You didn't mean to catch him getting off on the couch when you wandered into the kitchen in the middle of the night to get a bottle of water. But now the image of Jongho with his muscular body and strong hand rubbing his thick, leaking, cock...you shake your head. 

No. Stop. Nope.

You take your bottle back to the room but not without one last glance. He doesn't notice you, his eyes shut, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip, muscles clenching and flexing as he tries to quiet his moans. You can almost imagine it...it would look so fucking good, his fat cock sliding in and out of you while you straddle his lap, watching all those beautiful muscles do what they were made to do. You picture his grip on the cushions, nails ripping through the fabric and foam. You'd just let him pound and grind that thick cock into you. Maybe even talk dirty to him...if only his ear was a bit closer, you'd whisper right in it about how big his cock felt and how much you wanted him to ruin you. You could suck that heavy-looking sack...kiss all around it and across the taut smoothness of his lower stomach...leave love marks and teeth bruises for you to admire later. 

Goddamn, you really want that dick.

You really wish that dick was yours.

Fuck, Jongho really is your type...and your best friend.

You softly made your way back to your room and once inside, threw your ass down on the bed.

How were you supposed to function with the thought of your best friend having his way with you? You finally go through all your tabs on the pornsite you often go through to get off, trying to find something, anything that would match the standard that would be Jongho's giant, fat ass cock and strong ass hands. Nothing. Not a single fucking video came close to even coming to the league that was Jongho's beautiful self. 

Fuck this man's cock would be life changing. 

Fucking. Life changing.

You try your best to put thoughts of your best friend fucking you with that monster cock to rest and failed. How the fuck do you manage to even survive being under the same roof? Let alone having the same group of friends. Everything would be normal...and then you guys make eye contact. And the simple gesture reminds you that your best friend has the prettiest damn smile and cutest dimples. You know he's gorgeous; that you have always known. But God, your mind doesn't need to remember his brown boba eyes whenever it comes time to touch yourself.

He makes you wet. Like...REALLY wet. 

He has literally NO idea. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch. 

It doesn't help that you live in such close proximity either. He'll use a certain cologne that just makes him smell fucking amazing. Or you see him wearing his glasses after a long night at the gym. His toned, bare, muscular shoulders flex just a little as he scrunches his nose to read something on his laptop. The way his arm muscles clench and loosen as he uses them to type and tap. He makes things very difficult for you. You want him to put those fingers to work. On and inside you. All at the same time.

You pull up all your favorite sex toys. Hell, you were just getting yourself some toys the other week and really contemplated whether or not the vibrator could double as a dildo...because you also happened to be contemplating at the same time asking your roommate to shove it up inside of you. You like the idea of his hard, warm, velvety smooth cock and thick veins grazing all over the inner walls of you...but God, the idea of him stuffing you full of that cock and a toy too is absolutely enticing. The way he would watch as it slips in and out of you at a faster pace as his pelvis rubbed against your own. Just thinking of your name spilling from those sinful lips has your cunt throbbing, pulsing, craving...

Stop it, Y/N.

Jongho is your best friend. You've known him since you were what, three? Your friendship, he cherishes it. What the fuck would he think of his best friend in this way? Thinking that someone you care about as a friend would also have such a deep desire for them sexually is a weird, strange, thought. But the longer you keep it to yourself, it only grows stronger and the more and more you're positive you're in love with him. 

You're positive.

You don't even know how it started. One moment he was your cute best friend and the next he was a whole goddamn meal...You told yourself you were attracted to him in a friends only way. Jongho is like the brother you never had. And that's when you realized no brother would ever have had your mind spinning with sinful fantasies and the best orgasms that followed.

When you touch yourself, and cum to the image of him in you or using his amazing tongue against your cunt and his hands leaving red hot searing marks against the skin of your thighs, call him daddy and tell him all your forbidden, dark, deep sexual desires. He'll moan for it and just use his strong body for your pleasure.

You're actually insane if you thought that there was ANY possible way that any of that could EVER be possible.

He can never know about any of this. He'd definitely reject you. Why would he ever want to fuck with you? I mean, come on, you're Y/N, best friend since age three. Besties for life. His best friend. Only the best of the best friends. You can never reveal these dark secret fantasies or dreams. Ever. No matter how bad you might crave them. It would only complicate things...and cause your friendship to fail.

"What am I gonna do?" You muttered, head on the table as you watch Mingi and Wooyoung laugh. "Guys, it's not funny! I'm constantly wet every time I'm around him."

"Hmmm...now that I think about it, isn't that kind of normal? Isn't that what women do?" Yunho added in.

"Oh shut up, Yunho. Not helpful," You mutter into the table.

"Ya know," Yunho smirked, "if you just ride his d-"

You push your foot at him, "NO, STOP IT."

"Y/N, maybe, ya know, maybe he feels the same." Yunho puts a hand on his chin and ponders a bit.

"RIIIGHT, Yunho." You lift your head and lean back. "In my fucking dreams. All I want from that man is to POUND THAT DICK DOWN MY THROAT AND-"

Seonghwa clasps a hand over your mouth, "Y/N, keep it to yourself. Jesus," he grimaced.

You quickly pry his hand off of you, "S-sorry! I'm just-this is SO FUCKING FRUSTRATING!"

"Damn girl, you got it really bad." Hongjoong mutters from behind his drink.

"Right, Hongjoong, but what the FUCK am I supposed to DO ABOUT IT!? It's like you just keep pining and pining over someone you know you can't ever have."

Yeosang puts an arm over you, "It sucks ass, I'm sorry Y/N. Does he know yet? I mean, not about all of the explicit details, but are you able to express that you're just really lonely and want a quick lay?"

Mingi nods his head in agreement. "See, Yeosang makes a good point. And if you're feeling sexually deprived then you have every right to ask to borrow him to scratch the itch," He smiled.

"Mmm, I see what you're getting at." Seonghwa chimed in with interest.

San shook his head, "Listen to yourselves guys, the poor girl doesn't wanna screw shit up and has it BAD for Jongho. She probably doesn't wanna get rejected either. Don't listen to these idiots."

Wooyoung turns around, "Listen, if he wants it to happen and wants to bang her too, which is pretty plausible and very likely, what is she supposed to do in the meantime. We're not saying screw everything in his absence because that's fucked up," the boys all agreed with a nod and a firm no. "However, if you really wanna get that itch scratched, why not consider other options? Either some cheap booty call or...Jongho himself."

"You guys aren't helping." You grumble.

"Helping with what, what are you guys talking about? What aren't we helping with?" Jongho asked and slipped into the seat in front of you with his usual beautiful ass smile. His big hands make his coffee mug look tinier. He takes a sip and stares, waiting for an answer.

"Finals, baby," San smiles back at him. "Gotta love the stress, huh?"

"Ahh, Y/N, are you still struggling?" Jongho cocks an eyebrow. He turns his attention from San to you, leaning forward against the table. "If you'd like, we can study again together for History."

His plush lips meet his cup, wrapping and suctioning around the lid in a way you wish was you. You blink. "Uh, yeah...t-thanks, Jongho."

You're blushing like mad and Seonghwa gives a tiny elbow nudge and you glare at him and his shitty-ass smirk. The nerve of this man to treat this serious situation as some kind of joke...or...wait, maybe...no. Nope. Never. It's not happening. This would NEVER, in a million years, ever happen to you. There's not a chance in the world that any of this would have ever taken a turn like that. 

No fucking way.

But little do you know...your best friend can't keep you from his mind, and everytime the two of you make eye-contact or whenever he smiles at you or glances back, your skin grows hot and tingly...he's blushing and embarrassed by this little...secret.

He gets turned on every time he's near you. When the two of you share close moments, it's everything to him. Everything to him. Because you make him feel things. Feel good. Your beautiful mind and even prettier face and stunning voice keeps him from sanity and sometimes when the two of you aren't speaking at the moment or he hasn't heard your beautiful laughter for a few hours, he finds his thoughts drifting to dark, dirty places. 

He wants to hear you screaming his name and writhing around in bliss while his fat cock pummels through you. He wants to hear you whisper and moan to him about how big his cock is and how deep and thick it hits. How he's destroying your womb and ripping your pussy apart...he can imagine that sweet, slurred voice just dripping in arousal. Begging, moaning, pleading and whimpering with him, how he makes you feel.

He wants you, Y/N...in the darkest, filthiest and most satisfying way.

All that would have to stop...since you obviously didn't feel that way. Not to mention the risk and danger of that would have to come in too. Your friendship, it is so important. He was ready to just bottle it all up, even with how hot and heavy his body had been heating and burning to the touch with no sign of relief.

How was he to know that you felt exactly the same?

What you would have thought if you found out how turned on he was anytime you got near.

All those hours you sat and wondered and were completely unaware of just what the fuck had been going on in Jongho's mind. And how close you were to him being on the brink, snapping and putting that thick, heavy cock of his to work.

So he held it all down, in his pants. So, as much as his brain tells him it's wrong to jerk off in the shower to images of him holding your face between his hands and your tongue flicking over the tip of his dick, it's becoming harder to convince his aching erection otherwise. So, as much as his fingers start itching to turn around when he's cooking dinner to have you behind him and have those soft, pouty lips trail along his jaw, neck, and shoulder, and a soft hand sliding past the waistband of his boxers, his will is quickly wilting away and starting to listen to the deeper, sinful, animalistic side of his brain that can only ever think of how he'd like to fuck.

As hard as he's worked to ignore his feelings and fantasies about you, he's becoming a loose wire. The last couple of nights had ended with him balling up a fist into his mouth to stop from moaning out your name while he furiously pumped his dick to the thought of you. How gorgeous your naked body would be, hovering over his. How the weight and heat of yours on him would make him tremble, shaking him right down to his core. To finally touch and caress each inch of that supple skin. To kiss you where you've longed for...his strong, warm, hands gripping your soft thighs...to part them and give you the relief and release you had been aching and pining and wanting from him for what had seemed like the longest time.

Jongho sighed, watching you talk to the guys, your eyes lit up and sparkling from the conversation. A shy smile playing on his lips. He hadn't been in the room for long and hadn't listened to a single thing the group had said to him, he could only stare at you. He found himself lost and immersed in you the longer he stared, lost in your beauty.

God, Jongho loved you. He could just feel his heart bursting. Every little gesture.

"Jongho, bro. Earth to Jongho." Yunho and Yeosang snap him out of his reverie.

"Huh? What did you need? I wasn't listening."

Yunho glanced at him. "Dude, we know you got a giant boner for Y/N...it's kind of hard to not pick up on that vibe from you, bro."

Jongho felt the flush slowly creeping up the back of his neck. It's getting warmer the longer he has to think of an answer for them, the group that included his crush. 

Shit.

Yeosang tapped his chin. "Listen, maybe you two just need a little talk. Like a long one about how both parties are pining after one another and have secretly wanted to bone but are just far too scared of rejection, loss and losing what great and wonderful friendship and relationship." He finished, an innocent smile spreading across his face.

Jongho choked back his beverage at Yeosang's statement.

"Hah! So my assumption was correct! Oh. My. GODDDDD! GET. YOURSELF. LAID!" Yunho hollered.

Jongho slapped a hand to his friend's mouth and with a few frantic looks around the room, you were nowhere to be found. His shoulders relaxed slightly, feeling relief wash over his whole frame. San had mentioned you being in the restroom. He removed his hand from Yunho's mouth with a sigh.

"Why don't you just make a move on her?" Yunho smirked, knowing very well. "Pretty sure she wouldn't reject the thought."

Jongho, currently sitting upright in his seat at the table with all the guys staring back at him with those damned knowing glances. "And how would you guys know?"

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes on him. "Probably because she told us. Maybe. Just a bit." He shrugged.

Jongho furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait...you mean, she really does...? Actually, have feelings...like, THAT...for me?"

Hongjoong sighed. "Jongho, you like Y/N. Y/N likes you. Just get together with her before I vomit at your puppy-dog eyes you make every damn time you stare at her. It's cute...but you need to DO SOMETHING. ANYTHING."

Seonghwa nodded with his eyebrows furrowed. "Please Jongho. Do something. I don't think I could hear Y/N and her venting of sexual frustration for the 10th time this week. The girl wants to jump your bones."

San coughed and pointed over towards the restroom, indicating you. The guys shifted nervously in their seats when you exited the room and stared back, confused as hell as you walked back towards the table, plopping down right beside your best friend.

"Were you guys talking shit?" You narrowed your eyes.

"You know we always talk shit." Wooyoung countered back with a smile.

"I missed all the gossip, didn't I?" You frowned but then perked up when you remembered something. "Oh yeah! You guys heard that the NCT frat is throwing their annual house party next weekend, right? Xiaojun asked if we were all gonna go."

Mingi did a small little dance in his chair. "Party at the NCT frat house? You KNOW the alcohol will flow so well. Fuck yes, we gotta go. Those dudes know how to throw it."

"Agreed," Yeosang chimed, "oh my god I'm going to need to drink some alcohol in order to just forget everything and have some fun," He exhaled, "all the finals this week and the project for my Creative Writing class is stressing the FUCK outta me."

You looked at your phone and groaned. "I gotta book it if I'm to get to my next class...don't wanna be late, see ya!"

You're all settled on going to the NCT frat's party that coming weekend, you just didn't think...maybe...things could actually...happen. 

And actually take a turn.

You were dressed in a lace bralette, a little mini skirt and heels that would get you laid that night. Probably. Maybe? It was worth a try, you guessed. You walked out of your bedroom with one of Jongho's button down shirts over your scandalous outfit.

"Isn't that my shirt?" Jongho asked, tugging a sweater over his head and grabbing his wallet. He ran a hand through his silky raven locks, leaning back on the wall. You blushed furiously at how good your roommate looked with the fitted gray sweater and jeans with his wallet hooked on a finger.

"Yeah...sorry...needed one of your shirts." You shrugged. "Would it be okay for you if I could borrow?" You stood there, hugging it to yourself with one arm and it just fit so well on you. You love the way his clothing just surrounds your body. Makes you feel like he's surrounding you and enveloping you into a tight hug or...something.

"U-um...I don't mind! Of course." Jongho blushed back and fiddled with his wallet.

"Don't want your roomie and best friend stealing any more of your shirts?" You giggled, then turned towards the living area where the rest of the guys were. "Button up or no?"

San looked you over and shook his head. "Nah, keep it unbuttoned. The outfit's hot and if you buttoned it, then there'd be no point in wearing that outfit."

Yunho looked your frame up and down with a nod of approval. "He's got a point there."

"Oh, so you're wearing it like a cardigan?" Hongjoong asked with an eyebrow cocked.

Seonghwa nodded appreciatively. “It looks good as a cardigan, Y/N. Just button up if you ever feel uncomfy.”

"S-she can do whatever she likes with it..." Jongho coughed, then he shot you a playful smile. You tilted your head in question as his eyes watched over you slowly, giving you a slow up-and-down of your body, taking it all in and appreciating the view. "I think you look hot though, Y/N."

Wooyoung shouted "Seconded."

Hongjoong shooed everyone out of the apartment. "We need to be somewhere like now, please."

Yeosang laughs at San and Mingi shoving each other on the way out of the apartment and on the stairway and steps outside to your cars. Jongho shuts the door and walks out after the last of you guys, you press the lock on the doorknob as you follow behind him.

Your heartbeat stumbles as the fabric draped over you sways against your skirt. You're falling behind him by a few steps and take an extra moment to gaze over his legs...those jeans were a smart choice. That ass was peeking at you from beneath his fitted sweater, making your skin heat up just a bit. Jongho was dressed from head to toe looking like the most fucking attractive man in existence.

Xiaojun greeted everyone at the frat with huge hugs and Yunho and Mingi followed close behind them, not being able to contain their excitement at the insane amount of alcohol that awaited them for the next couple hours. You and Jongho greet Xiaojun with a warm smile.

"If you all need me, I'll be over here!" He motioned towards the kitchen and the guys followed after him, Wooyoung excitedly looking at the already hard and set-up alcohol.

You were halfway across the large open floor living room with Jongho, standing beside a wall.

"Jongho!" A girl walked towards him and hugged his midriff.

The gesture sent your face twisting into an expression of disdain. And was that a pang of jealousy you felt too? No...surely not. Or maybe? Possibly. Yeah...just a bit. Maybe. Okay. Maybe not.

Fuck it. You were jealous.

You walk past her to the kitchen as she begins conversing with Jongho, turning on your heel with a hurt expression. Who the fuck is that and who the fuck is she to wrap herself all up on HIM, in front of you? But then again, why does it bother you so much? It shouldn't, but here you are, walking with your best friend into a living area bustling with drunk college kids. The feeling and emotion you were left with is almost a complete confusion. You decide to push those aside and act the total opposite.

You went to stand in between Hongjoong and Seonghwa in the kitchen as they watched Mingi and Yunho mixing together every alcohol they could get their hands on, as long as it resulted in an overly-powerful and undrinkable drink. Their drinks were usually a hit at parties. Seonghwa narrowed his eyes as he watched Mingi drop in what must have been half of the entire bottle into the cup he held.

"Broooo, this drink is gonna knock me flat on my ass. Fuck yeahhhh!!!" Mingi brought the drink to his lips and slurped loudly, an impressive "AHH!" emitting from him as his chest heaved from the intake.

"Is that even safe?" Hongjoong questioned and grimaced as he stared with squinted eyes at the drink, the cup somehow filled all the way to the brim.

Mingi, whose chest continued to heave up and down in an impressively rhythmic pattern. "Who knows?"

"You okay?" Seonghwa leaned down to ask you. He had noticed that Jongho was surrounded by other girls from around the campus, hanging all over his frame, running their hands up and down his chest and his biceps as he casually made conversation with them, laughter spilling from him occasionally. And each and every giggle and touch you felt it in the pit of your stomach.

"Y/N?" Hongjoong eyed you carefully, confused as to where your thoughts have escaped you at the moment.

"I-I'll be fine, guys." You gave him and Seonghwa your best smile, and then turned to Mingi, "So are you planning on blacking out tonight or just simply knocking you off your ass?"

Mingi gave a wide grin and he shook the glass up and down. "Who fucking knows, Y/N," He brought it to his lips, gulping down the concoction of a drink, then exhaled in satisfaction, "who knows." He smiled.

You watched as he walked away with Yunho and a few other guys they knew as they walked out onto the dancefloor. You chewed on your bottom lip as you glanced towards where you had last seen Jongho. Who's also...gone. Shit. You swallow back a lump in your throat.

A song's vibrating through the large speakers hung in the four corners of the room and the entire first floor of the frat house was overflowing with other kids and college students like yourself. A cup or a solo cup full of alcohol was always nearby someone or in their hand. The song thrummed to your heartbeats.

San pulled up to you, a wide smile etched on his handsome face, his cheekbones on display.

"Come on, pretty girl. You need to get wasted." He slings his arm around you and pulls you towards the dance floor.

As soon as you arrive there with the group, there's already a sea of bodies moving and grinding to the music, all laughing, smiles and drinks. The bodies are pretty thick, sweaty and in the middle. Everyone looks so happy, their laughter contagious. This is exactly why you came to the party; to have fun and have a good night. Your mood seems to lift slightly.

Wooyoung saw Jongho with the ladies hanging all over him, on the other side of the room and made his way towards them. "Hey ladies, can I steal Jongho for a bit? Kindly give him back, thanks."

Jongho felt his wrist grabbed on to and Wooyoung yanked him through the crowd and towards a far off corner of the room. Jongho is quickly deposited onto a bar stool and Wooyoung swipes a couple beers from a cooler. He turns to look at Jongho and sets a hand on his shoulder.

"Dude," Wooyoung slides over a can of cold beer over towards him, "Jongho, if you don't make a move on Y/N soon, one of the NCT frat dudes are gonna make their move on her and trust me, you know how smooth they are," he pops the tab open, "get your girl, bro. Just fucking do it before it's too late."

Your entire body was jammed packed right next to the other kids on the floor, the heat of everyone and all the dancing was warming your core to the brink. San, Yunho and Mingi stayed relatively near to your vicinity but at the same time...you seemed to have lost your footing at times and drunkenly pressed up against a ton of other people, sweat dripping from your skin as the loud thumping music bounced off every inch of the room.

At one point in the night, you danced against a guy. He smelled good and as the minutes carried on, he had the nicest hands which made their way to your hips as he grinded against you and in return, your butt rubbed against him. For a moment you thought it felt pretty damn good and decided why the hell not. So, you drank and allowed yourself to be pressed further. At one point, he leaned down and whispered in your ear,

"My place?" His eyes were so soft and pleading and all you had wanted to do was disappear from this party into this guy's house, or wherever the hell he took you.

Someone stepped in-between the two of you. The mystery guy seemed to have had his fair share of the hard alcohol and when you turned to your other side to see what the heck was going on and when the intruding boy was going to step away, your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his.

"Dude, what the fuck, man?" The guy sounded angry and aggravated and all sorts of drunk. "I'm just dancing with her."

"No, I believe the two of you were just a little bit MORE than 'dancing'. And to that, I have a slight problem with." Jongho bit out.

"Ohh shit." Someone from the sideline hooted at this.

The crowd near where the two were standing had huddled a bit closer and watched in suspense and intrigue, eager to watch the confrontation.

"Jongho it's totally fi-"

"It's not fine, Y/N." He whips his head back around to stare you dead in the eyes. They're swirling with what's probably anger. Or maybe something else? Why did his eyes also look slightly...nervous? Maybe the drinks are fucking with him too?

"What? You got a problem?" The guy pushed off of the table he was leaning against, puffing up his chest.

"Yeah, I have a fucking problem when someone is hitting on my girl." Jongho's shoulders had stiffened up and now he's eyeing the drunk guy up and down.

His girl...

Holy fuck.

Did...did Jongho just say you were HIS girl? Your mind is so frazzled from the night and the many, many, drinks consumed so the shock doesn't last for too long but...still. Your blood runs warm through your body and all throughout. Jongho looks...mad. Jongho looks jealous. Like how could someone possibly ever? But here you are, the lucky best friend, seeing a completely new side to him. One that you aren't familiar with, despite the years of knowing him. The guy who just said a very specific word.

He must see how much of a shock to the system his words are for you. Your eyes are wide and staring straight into his brown eyes. Jongho exhales the tension in his shoulders, shaking his head, and he shoots you a small soft look. It doesn't last for longer than a second but the message is conveyed and you're screaming in your brain because all of the feelings just seem to hit your insides. 

All at once.

"So she's taken?" The dude is swaying and he brings his cup, which smells as strong as Mingi's concoction, to his lips and downs the drink. He turns away and towards the dancing, grinding bodies and another girl quickly gravitates towards him.

It's quite some time before he makes any kind of move after all of this but when Jongho's hands make their way around your hips, you melt into his body immediately, falling back against his toned chest. His heartbeat is calm against your back. Jongho feels just right, so fucking right, holding on to your waist.

Jongho places himself right behind you and he's setting his chin down onto your head, leaning into you while pulling your waist towards him. And even better...there's that voice in your ear.

"Y/N," He whispered in your ear, the heat from his breath teasing your ears, "if I just made things weird..."

You turned your head back at him, your noses centimeters apart from touching. His eyelids lowered, gaze fluttering over to your lips, before glancing back at you, biting the inside of his cheek and chewing nervously on the inside. "You definitely didn't."

"Yeah?" He breathes.

"Yeah..."

"Then," His words ghost your lips and suddenly it seems like all sound has escaped from this room and the two of you are completely alone. You two stare in the other's eyes as a comfortable silence encompasses the air around your bodies. His lips are slowly inching closer to your lips, "do you maybe want to go back to the apartment?" His words drip with intention and that just stirs more emotions. "Just the two of us?"

You glance at the dancing kids and bodies near the two of you, nodding in agreement and take him by the hand and weave through everyone. You glance back at the kitchen and see Hongjoong and Seonghwa giving you thumbs up. You only laugh, not fully absorbing how that might've looked from their point of view. You're laughing because of just how excited you are. The emotion swelled up all over you and as the air outside enveloped your exposed skin. You shivered at the cold and at the thrill, the night sky was endless in depth and so was your adrenaline rushing inside your veins.

There are a few other people who walk and stumble back home, making their way from parties. Some couples seem pretty wasted, falling out of bars and holding onto the light poles. All you're doing is walking with Jongho, holding onto his palm and laughing to each other while talking about nothing in particular.

Until...Jongho opens the door to the apartment and tugs you back so your back presses up against his chest. He shuts the door behind the two of you and Jongho's breath is tickling against your ear, his hands are sending your entire body on fire, sliding up the sides of your body, caressing every inch that your outfit reveals. His hands land on your hips again and this time, he turns you to face him, staring straight into his deep-brown eyes. Your back is pressed against the apartment door, you two are breathing shallow, nervous and impatient breaths, your palms are pressed against Jongho's chest and the other is running up the fabric of his sweater over his muscles, before wrapping it around the back of his neck.

Jongho pressed your bodies together and as he held on to your waist, he dipped his head down and caught your lips with his own. Kisses on each other's jawline were next, the feeling had you pressing further into the body against yours. 

Fucking finally.

Your mouths felt amazing and right together as your lips were hot and opened against each other, the kisses you were exchanging felt just right and you never wanted to stop.

When he pressed further into your figure, a guttural, low moan escaped the pit of your stomach and reverberated back against him as he hit your groin spot on. Jongho slid his leg against yours as you pulled him in by the collar, bringing him further. His thigh slipped between your legs, giving you some pressure in all the right places and he pulled you closer.

"No more being friends after this..." he murmurs, the deep voice caressing your skin, "not when I've got you just like this, baby."

You responded with a sound that could've been an agreement or could've just simply been his name. You still aren't too sure of exactly what happened and all the actions that transpired but all you know is...Jongho feels way, way, WAY fucking better than you could've ever dreamed of him to.

After a minute, he lifted you up, strong arms supporting you, and you wrap your legs around his middle, your hands running through his hair as he sucks and bites a spot along your neck, his arms still holding you tight. Your room was only steps away from the door. You grab him by the face to pull him to you, meeting him at every kiss.

Fuck, how long have the two of you denied all these urges? You're moaning into his mouth again and Jongho responds in a way that says he'll give you exactly what you want. A quiet groan emits from deep inside his chest. It sounds absolutely sinful and so deep and low that your heart flutters with a sense of joy, knowing you were the one responsible for creating the sound. The most glorious of sounds.

"You know..." you started, raining kisses along his jaw and face. "The other night I was up in the middle of the night to grab a bottle of water and I saw you," You nibbled and licked at his ear and felt him stiffen, he swallowed heavily and continued to listen to you, "Jongho, baby, you were fucking your hands to the thought of me, weren't you?"

Jongho leaned his head in your hair, a long shaky inhale and exhale escaped his lips. He couldn't bring himself to tell you just yet that he knew it was you watching him, hearing him moan your name, how many times he came to the thoughts of you...

He whispered your name to you, making his way to the couch, letting your figure fall backwards down onto the cushion, before his body following after and settling on top of yours. His lips captured your mouth and his hips were pressed down on to yours. "Hmmm...and you? What did you do when you found that out? Did you touch yourself, baby girl? Thinking about what I'd do to you in real life? How you'd sound begging and crying my name, hmm?"

"Yes..." Your back arching towards him.

Jongho starts to drag his fingertips down to the center of your chest, brushing the lace bralette. You moaned when his tongue slipped against your bottom lip and you gripped onto him tightly, moaning as his lips danced against yours. "Y/N...what do you want, baby?"

"Fuck," you whimpered, "You. I want you."

"Gonna tell me how you need me? Use those sweet dirty words and tell me exactly, exactly what I want to hear come out of that gorgeous mouth."

The way Jongho's fingers tease your breast has you trembling and all your senses in a frenzy. You were melting under Jongho. Everything he says is dripping with sensuality, turning you on further, especially as his hands continue roaming, landing right above your ass and then gently squeezing.

"Please Jongho." You whimpered. "Please Daddy..."

"Daddy, huh?" Jongho let out an amused huff, sucking on the other side of your neck. His voice sounds deeper. "Never knew that you'd have a daddy kink, but damn...does it work for me." His knee grinds down against your clothed pussy and your eyes roll back slightly. "Good girl."

His teeth sink into the lobe of your ear and it has you whispering a hoarse cry of his name. Your brain was buzzing with excitement at the turn of events and now you only crave more. You want his tongue and his lips and his thick thighs and his toned arms and...just EVERYTHING. You need and want everything.

"Touch yourself for me, baby. Do exactly what you were doing when you think of me at night and let me watch you. You'd like that, yeah? Knowing your best friend wants you so bad he watches you touch your little cunt, wishing it were him?"

All your senses were on fire and your pulse throbbed and raced. Yes...Jongho always looks handsome. So fucking handsome but...

Looking at him like this. Watching Jongho stare down at your body like a man who wanted to wreck you in every single way. Your cheeks flush red at his request and with a surge of liquid confidence, you nod. Jongho presses another passionate kiss on your lips. As he pulls away, he licks his lips, the tip of his tongue darting across his plump lips, still slick from the kisses. His fingers played with the waistband of your skirt, dragging down to just between your thighs, fingers ghosting the soft sensitive spot. Your eyes never leave him.

"Come on baby. Strip and touch yourself for your Daddy," his hand is just barely resting above the most sensitive part of you. "Strip everything off except my shirt because you look so good in Daddy's clothes..." His smile, that beautiful grin you had grown to love in all its various forms and fashions, split across Jongho's face. "And then be my pretty baby and make yourself cum right in front of Daddy while you call out my name. My good baby, Y/N."

And you do just that as you shimmy out of your skirt and panties, snapped open the hooks of your bralette and it fell somewhere behind the couch. Leaving you there on the couch, splayed out in the semi dark in only the huge buttoned down shirt you stole from your roommate. With a deep breath, you spread your legs wider. Reclining back on the couch with your shoulders touching the back of the seat cushion, you drag your right hand down over your neck, teasing a nipple with your left hand as your body twitches and sighed with relief from even this small contact. The way Jongho watched you felt so intimate and...filthy and so, so amazing.

With your fingers trailing down between the valley of your breasts and along your belly, you press down right above the bundle of nerves between your legs. Feeling yourself throb, already dripping wet and hot. You slip the middle finger right along your folds, wetting the digit and moaning out his name. You pump the finger a bit in and out and can't stop staring at him. Watching Jongho unzip himself from his jeans, revealing boxers, a wet mark of precum staining the front fabric, before he too slipped them off and took out his leaking cock from his boxers.

And yes...the size is proportional with all his other features and your head reels at the thoughts of what could happen and will happen tonight. His beautiful and perfect cock, glistening and sticking straight up and throbbing at every heartbeat. You moan loud enough for both of you and as soon as Jongho grins at you, it's suddenly easier. He grabs the base and jacks himself as he keeps staring right at your body, "Fuck baby you look so sexy. Touching yourself in only my shirt like a good little slut and fuck...my little girl. Look at your clit, throbbing and swollen from not enough attention, yeah? Spread wider, baby. Let Daddy see you play with that pretty pussy."

"Mm fuck, shit...yeah, it's yours Daddy, please..." You drag your finger back up and find that most tender bundle and begin to slowly massage yourself. A loud and sharp "fuuuuck" followed by a sigh escapes the deepest parts of you. "Right there, fuck."

"God, yeah, fuck yes. That's it, baby. Show Daddy where it feels best and where to make your little pussy feel all nice and warm."

Jongho slowly rubbed along his leaking shaft, keeping his intense gaze on your finger rubbing faster in tiny circles. After a few minutes of rubbing your sensitive and aching clit, the pleasurable knot inside is reaching a maximum point.

"Da-Daddy...I'm gonna cum."

"God yes, good baby. Make Daddy proud and let me fucking see you come undone right there. So gorgeous." Jongho was almost close too, judging by the pace his fingers were moving around his cock. The rhythm matched the tempo that your fingers worked around your wet folds, the sticky moisture that continued building up while your breath became uneven and uneven as your pleasure spiraled and intensified. "Right there Y/N. Do it, cum and make a mess for Daddy."

With a small scream and a long-drawn out, broken whimper, your walls begin to pulsate and an all-encompassing warmth spreads all over your body. You rode out the orgasm and came while calling out his name, waves of pure bliss crash all around. Every single touch against your wet skin heightened as you went on with the last few moments of it. You opened your eyes again and brought your glistening fingers out from your sopping cunt, both feeling your whole body flush and your vision dizzy.

You swallowed the rest of your orgasm in a hard and desperate attempt to take in everything. Even with all those layers, Jongho really looks breathtaking. Like a complete piece of work. 

"Good, so good and pretty for your Daddy." His thumb plays around his head, spreading his own precum before jacking himself harder and quicker, Jongho can't help but make the sexiest of noises, spilling your name and 'fuck' and 'shit' and a dozen other curse words over and over. "I'm fucking cumming." 

Jongho leaned further back, closing his eyes tight and groaning loudly and deeply, chest puffed out. And he continued, thrusting his hips into his fist before they twitched erratically and then he was cumming all over his fist and his shirt.

He takes a few long shaky breaths, opening his eyes to reveal half-lidded ones. Looking completely gone and satisfied. He breathes heavily, "Can't wait to have you so full of me..."

He tugged his shirt over his head, picked you up and made his way to his bedroom where he deposited you and him onto the bed. Jongho wasted no time, mouthing at the skin near your thighs, coaxing you to open wider as you stroked yourself until you were panting, twitching beneath him, and with a long "yes, fuck...Daddy..." and a hard shiver wracking your entire body, you were falling apart a second time in front of Jongho.

Your throat was starting to get a bit dry as Jongho lapped up at the juice coming out from your delicious hole, your whole face heated up and his face between your thighs was absolutely stunning. Especially the way Jongho's looking up at you through his long lashes while swirling his tongue around the spot you desired it most. The sounds of pleasure coming out of his mouth while his tongue sucked all over were absolutely delicious and fueled your arousal even further.

Jongho groaned against your inner thighs as he inched his way up, dragging his body above your figure. Your bodies slot together so perfectly, like it was fucking made to be like this. His large hands easily caress you, dragging up and down and sending shudders up and down the column of your neck and then over your hard nipples. His dark eyes staring into yours, asking if you still wanted to do this, it felt a thousand times different, and it made a dozen emotions spring to life inside the pit of your stomach. Jongho kissed along your jaw and gently nipped the soft skin, careful not to leave too many visible marks, and instead chose the lower neck. He didn't care how turned on he was, all that mattered was the fact that he and you were finally doing something about these sexual feelings.

"Feeling good, baby?" Jongho whispers hot against your skin and you feel your whole body break out into goosebumps. "Wanna make you feel amazing. Fuck you so good you'll see stars, yeah?"

"Mm...please Jongho, give me more." The sounds you make are positively sinful.

Jongho slips his hand behind you and tangles itself within your locks and the other is gripped securely underneath one leg and he throws it around him, pressing him down onto the mattress and arching your back and revealing all of yourself, including the sopping heat he desired most. Your neck feels deliciously exposed and with another hard and fiery kiss pressed on your skin, a hickey forming at the point, Jongho sucks even further on the now swollen area, creating a large patch of discoloration.

Jongho pressed against you harder and a particularly delicious kiss to the tender spot makes you roll your eyes back with a whimpering his name and 'yes' on repeat.

"What did I do to deserve such a delicious little thing begging for me so eagerly...so loud and open...mmm fuck yes baby, you taste incredible," Jongho gave an experimental thrust against you and the warmth and size of him is incredibly mind numbing. "Sinking myself into that little cunt and wrecking you in all the best ways. Hear your cute noises and watch as I have you writhing and trembling beneath me, isn't that right?"

"Yes..." Jongho thrusted up and ground down into the wet heat and held his hardness against you, rubbing himself with your sticky juice. You'd thought the man would be impatient in getting to the part of really, really being inside you but with the way he moves his hips and plays around in teasing strokes, Jongho clearly understands the pleasures of foreplay.

You closed your eyes, lost in the absolute perfection of feeling his strong arms pulling you against his chest and the scent of his cologne, his large and thick cock pulsating and twitching, and feeling the muscles flex in his sculpted torso.

"So beautiful, baby. Daddy wants a taste. Want you so hot and bothered that you're absolutely begging and pleading for my thick cock to stuff you full and stretch out your little cunt to mold around Daddy's shape. Until my name's the only thing you know."

The thrill of saying filthy and filthy words, using his size, and most definitely using the terms of endearment were very satisfying. Your nails dug a bit into his arms and his hands dragged around to settle against your ass and thighs, loving the contrast in his size and yours. "That feel good?"

"Yea—shit, Daddy...yes. Can we...please. Please...inside of me, just—please, Jongho..." you stammer. Your entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out.

"Tell Daddy exactly what you want." He encouraged, giving a languid lick along your neck, tickling it and having it arch towards him further.

"Wanna feel you fill me up and stretch my walls." you whisper and a shiver rushes through Jongho at how sweet and genuine it sounds. "Want you so deep inside, wanna feel how heavy your balls are when they hit me, want...want you, Jongho." You whimpered and cried out again and again, your fingers fisted the sheets and your hips grind up against his erection again and again.

"That's it baby, ride the high and show Daddy how bad you wanna fuck his cock. So eager and begging already for my dick. Yeah?" He growled low. You lifted a bit from your current position, grabbing the tip of his length and settling it against your opening and pushing forward until he's half way through your slick and very hot walls. You let him completely into you, your velvety walls wrap around him perfectly, throbbing and massaging him in the process and it's taking everything Jongho has to not move. To not fucking ruin you. It takes even more control to not spill deep in you in the few seconds of being surrounded by you.

And once he starts to move, the loud and strung-out moans, the slow and deliberate thrusts, and the soft whimpers, your body feels hot, hot and oh...wonderfully amazing. Like heaven in each thrust. His hard and throbbing cock was thick and heavy, warm and full and he stretched you wide, hitting so deep inside and knocking your senses loose.

Jongho doesn't think he could take much more. "Fuck...look at how well your pussy is swallowing my cock...you take it so well. Feel so damn perfect." The words slip out so effortlessly. So sincere.

"So deep, Daddy. Yes! More..." His cock hit a deliciously sinful spot inside of you, a series of swears and sobs left you both and the urge to tell him something you had been keeping a secret suddenly took you and left your lips before you could stop. "Jongho, I love you!" you confess amidst the wreckage of strung out moans.

"Say it again." He kissed at the juncture of your shoulder. "Need to hear you say it again."

"Jongho, I love you." The words fell from your lips like an involuntary confession and at that moment, you realized that, with every beat and kiss and gentle brush of Jongho's body against your skin, his presence in your life was overwhelming, that his friendship had grown so naturally into something else.

"I love you too, Y/N." Jongho brushes back some strands of sweaty hair that have escaped and sticks to your cheeks. "So fucking much. Been in love with you for years. So, so much."

With the shared feelings and the release of all the sexual tension, everything is somehow amplified to a whole new level. Jongho holds onto you, whispering all kinds of promises into your ear, all kinds of affection and adoration and how absolutely in love he is with you. Everything is sweet and dizzy. Your breasts brushed against his chest and his skin tingled wherever it touches him.

His cock slid so, so smoothly because he was drenching in your arousal. His speed and pressure increased, turning his thrusts into long, hard strokes as he slammed himself deep into you. His name is a mantra that you call over and over. You wrapped both legs around him tightly, loving his body fully.

"Gonna cum, Y/N, gonna fucking come all over this pretty pussy. God, baby, you are so good. Feel so...shit. Feel so good wrapped around Daddy's cock," he fucked in a few more times, faster and shallower.

Your vision turned into stars, your mouth falling open. With a scream, his name on your lips, you shuddered around him and came on his cock, clenching around him hard and fast. With his final thrust, Jongho stilled and spilled with his entire length still buried within you and buried his head between the crook of your neck and shoulder. You pulled his face, cupping your fingers around his cheeks and brought his forehead against yours as your legs slackened a little and hung onto him tighter around his waist.

Jongho felt fucking incredible. Felt every ounce of your heart and soul within his being and melted right into you.

"Fuck, baby..." Jongho couldn't find his voice as he continued panting harshly, brushing the softest and shortest kisses onto your forehead and along your nose. His forehead was all sweaty and glistened and his gaze looked almost feral, as if he couldn't get enough and needed you over and over. As his breathing began to steady again, he looked back down and gave you a sated grin, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your nose, which crinkled at the contact. "Well shit..."

"What?" You breathed out.

"Can't believe we waited this fucking long, seriously..." He rolled off but still had an arm draped around your middle and he squeezed, pulling you back flush to his front, bringing his mouth near your ear. "Was it okay for me to cum in you though? Was that alright, or..."

You bite back a giggle and twist so that you were on your side, his other hand cupping the side of your face, and you kiss him languidly and softly before replying with a smile. "I'm on birth control, but it's probably safe to say to wrap it next time just to be on the safe side."

"Thank fucking God," he heaved a big sigh of relief and cackled, nipping on the skin behind your ear a bit and causing a shiver to roll up and down your spine. "Got pretty carried away, wasn't thinking straight."

"I wouldn't be opposed to having your kids anyways." A satisfied and sleepy grin forms across his face and you return one of your own, the kind that reached your eyes and made them glow like Jongho's never seen.

"Have to marry you before you start making me dad material." A kiss is placed on top of your hair. You reach your arms upward and around his neck and pull him forward for a sensual yet brief kiss. Jongho chuckles at the adorable sleepy way that your eyelashes brush along the tops of your cheeks. "Cuddle time?"

"Mhm. Definitely cuddle time." You bring one of Jongho's arms over you so his hand lands around your waist and pull yourself as close into his embrace and warmth as you can be. Your head rests in the curve of Jongho's neck, hands resting on top of each other. He pulls the comforters over the two of you, shifting so that your eyes lock for a few moments, the corners of his mouth tick up into a sweet and relaxed smile. "Your chest makes a pretty pillow. Should use it every day."

Jongho laughed at this and gently rubbed your back with the hand draped across your figure, leaning forward to place a loving kiss to your forehead.

"Love you so much, babe. Gonna be with you forever and always, alright?" His hands land at the small of your waist as the two of you bask in the after-sex glow and comfort and warmth. "How does that sound, my love?"

Your chest grew warmer. You leaned closer, peppering kisses across his shoulders. "That's a promise I definitely want you to keep because I love you too."

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König of the Icks (cont.)

I'm going to a buffet with friends today, so I have come to a horrifying realization. König had to go out into public spaces. Oh no.

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König is an absolute menace in public spaces. Namely restaurants. It's so humiliating going to a restaurant with him

He eats so much that it becomes a public spectacle, which is awful because if you didn’t have social anxiety before, now you and König are now in the same boat

He really does feel bad, but he gets so hungry! You have to understand that he needs three meals and an appetizer. He does! Stop looking at him like that!

He gets to the point where he starts to try and hide his food from other customers because it makes him feel bad. Kids have commented on it while walking by. He feels absolutely humiliated by it. If he can, he’ll find a seat anywhere out of sight just to get some peace of mind.

The thing is he isn’t fat, so people are just amazed by him. He’s really not fat, I mean sure yeah he’s got some fat reserves but he’s not fat by any means. He’s just big. He’s so big and tall and he just has so much muscle, and then he works out so much? He really just eats a fuck ton. This is a man who regularly packs away 3000 calories.

You better be glad that he’s in a PMC because that’s the only way you guys can afford eating out. He’s a nightmare. This is a man to run up $100 at a McDonalds. He’s their favourite customer, and he knows and he hates it so much.

He gets a lot of coupons and he hates it. He racks up points so quickly that frankly it’s horrifying. You go out one night, cash out your points, and the next time you go out there’s more points to be cashed. You’re not saving money, he’s just hungry

So, the thing about König being a big eater is that he’s banned from so many buffets. The only ones he isn’t banned from are the ones that he has purposefully made friends with the owners to ensure a safe seat. He will battle his social anxiety for the sole purpose of making sure you don’t face the humiliation of being kicked out because your husband eats too much.

He’ll do it for you.

When König has to deal with other public spaces, he’s still a nightmare. He gets so awkward and anxious, but because he has an image to keep up he won’t tell you that anything’s wrong. He’s the type of guy who can have a panic attack in public and nobody will notice. It’s impressive, but it’s not healthy

You have to learn how to talk for him and make requests on his behalf. If he needs to find shoes from the back in his size, you’re asking for them. If he needs to use the washroom, you’re asking where it is. He won’t give you any support in this. He’ll watch you flail and won’t do a damned thing. Sorry, but he’s too anxious to help

He’s a strange creature in public. He’s so anxious that he just exudes an aura of intimidation and rage. Something about how he walks quickly sets people on edge. The way he stares without blinking frightens people. He’s almost always wearing a sort of face mask, so that doesn’t help either.

Before you, he was going out in public with the full mask every single time. Every. Single. Time.

Speaking of the mask, that thing is nasty

You have to pry it off of him to be able to throw it into the wash. He hasn’t washed it in ages because he only has one mask and the way to the laundry on base was through a public hallway so he never felt like he could make the trip back without the mask.

His mask has an actual smell to it. It reeks of sweat and grease. It’s absolutely disgusting. If you look close, the black cloth is covered in stains. Some of them have some horrible origins. They’re just vile.

Trying to get König to clean the mask is an uphill battle every single time. He gets worried that when it’s in the wash or dryer, he’ll have to make an impromptu trip out into public. You tell him to get a second mask, but he’s strangely attached to his current one. It’s almost like Linus from Peanuts and his blanket. You just can’t separate them.

He gets so fussy about face masks. When you finally convince him to start using some different masks, he gets quite attached to those as well. Unfortunately, this also means he doesn’t like the backup masks being thrown in the wash, and don’t you dare tell him to use disposable because he’ll throw a fit about it.

König is a bit of an ecowarrior in all the weirdest ways. He won’t be explicit about it, but you’ll notice some traits here and there and you’ll pretty quickly put the picture together.

He was a nature kid, as mentioned in this post, so yeah he’s totally into nature stuff. This also means he became much more protective of the environment than most

This means he carries a litter bag and some plastic gloves at all times, and yes he’ll pick up the most disgusting vile things off the ground without a second thought

Sometimes he’ll tease you with it, which is absolutely disgusting

He takes timed showers, and this includes when he showers with you. No sexy showers unless you ask for them.

He is conscious of always trying to use biodegradable products if he can, or sustainably produced

This also means he complains about the cost all the time even though there’s cheaper solutions right there

The one time König will forget his social anxiety is when he sees somebody litter. God help both the litterer and you when he spots it happening.

He will walk up (and remember he walks uncomfortably fast so he looks far more aggressive than he is) and grab the litter before shoving it back into the poor idiot's hands. He’ll then go on a rant about keeping spaces clean and how they’re the reason that public spaces look ugly

He doesn’t realize that he’s probably terrifying the poor person as he goes off, so there’s no way they’re gonna get anything out of this. They’re not going to learn, König is literally just wasting his breath

He will go off until you call him back as subtly as you can. This will usually take a couple of attempts

Some people try to get up in his face, but that doesn’t usually last long. Unfortunately, it does cause a massive scene that König won’t notice until afterwards and then he’ll feel terrible

This means you have to cheer him up after. Good luck.

[r0ttenhearts]

can I request a charac using reader who has a crush on them for their own benefits. while reader is left to wonder why chrc acts like a stranger to reader in public. eventually confronting chrc and them brushing it off as not noticing, being too busy. until reader eavesdropped to a convo with chrc's friend abt chrc just using reader. and reader leaves and ignores chrc for a while and chrc slowly starts missing reader's presence, only to see reader with someone else and confronting reader about it. of course charac won't get the happy ending 😈

(preferably scara, or childe-- if u write for him.)

feel free to ignore, I think I haven't expressed my req properly 😭😭.

also can I be 🌧️ anon ? :>

thanks 🌧️ anon for the request ^^ i hope you enjoy!

not your pet, anymore

scaramouche x reader

warnings: angst, arguments, insults, suggestive mentions

“you love me, right?”

“of course i do, scara. you mean so much to me.” you whispered, fingers running through his hair as he leaned against you. his thick eyelashes fluttered shut, hand on his chest as he lay against you.

the biting cold of fall couldn’t compare to the warmth you two shared, huddled together like this. his cheeks still tinted pink from the cold air, hands cold to the touch, it was just the way you liked him to be. cold enough for him to want to sit close to you and warm up.

touches were not a regular occurrence for scaramouche, he was normally dismissive, claiming he hated the closeness of skin on skin contact. but that wasn’t said when he’d tug at the end of your sweater, asking if he could feel more of your warmth. soft pants escaping your lips, his cold hands wandering, bodies on the cold floor of his bedroom. that’s how you’d spend your days after school.

but this time, with your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as you finished up some of scaramouche’s homework he had passed on to you, something felt different. he was glued to his phone, an unusual smile gracing his lips as his thumbs danced across the device. you frowned, putting down your pen as you watched his face pull up in expressions you had rarely seen.

“who’re you talking to scara?”

“none of your business, (y/n).” he snapped, the smile he had been wearing for a few minutes dropping as his head snapped up to look at you. he sighed dramatically, getting up from the floor as he placed his phone down next to your hand, his face inches away from you.

“so damn nosy (y/n), when you should be doing my essay. are you bored? should i give you more work? or maybe i should let you suck me off, put your mouth to use. i think i like you better when you’re stuffing me in than anything you’ve ever said, anyway.” he sneered, enjoying the silence from you. a slight movement from you caused annoyance to bubbled up inside of him, his face unable to hide that itching feeling.

“you know, if you weren’t like this i’d be nicer to you, hell, maybe i’d love you. fat chance of that happening, i hate you most of the time. the only time i like your mouth open is when you’re making those pretty sounds for me, anything else is just muck.

why’re you so quiet, huh? are you gonna run off to your friends again? tell them how horrible i am? you think someone like collei will bother with you after you tell her what you do in here with me? how you open yourself to me? after swearing to her you’re done with me? you’re fucking something, (y/n). honestly, i’m getting sick of you. can you get the fuck out now?”

scaramouche’s phone buzzes, screen lighting up with a new text message. the both of you glance to it at the same time before he snatches it up, typing away a response as you gather your things without a word. biting your tongue was easier said then done, but you knew the argument would be worse if you said anything to him at all.

with a gentle click of scaramouche’s door, hours had gone by since you made your way home. a warm shower to rid of the nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach, along with the stickiness scaramouche had left you. you weren’t enjoying this, not one bit.

you figured you’d talk to him tomorrow in class, apologize for your inconveniences to him, and have it return to how it usually was after a fight. if you could call it one.

what you didn’t expect was to see scaramouche sitting by the green haired girl, haypasia, his usual seat empty as they sat side by side. quietly setting your things down, you still thought to say good morning to him, as a sign of peace.

standing from your seat, you meekly stood in front of him, hands wringing in front of you nervously. “good morning scara, and haypasia, i was wondering if—“

scaramouche never looked at you the whole time you were standing in front of him, his eyes glued on haypasia as her eyes bore into yours. a bitter smirk on haypasia’s face as she waved you off, scaramouche rolling his eyes before continuing whatever conversation they were having before you interrupted him.

a pain started to form in your chest. that nauseating prick that you’d feel every time you knew scaramouche was fooling around with other girls. cold sweat was all you felt as class droned on, your eyes never leaving the back of scaramouche’s head as his hand would slip underneath haypasia’s desk, sliding her pieces of paper that she would giggle at or turn red to after reading.

why is he being like this? should you have said something yesterday? would the satisfaction of knowing he practically owned you satisfy him enough to not be like this? these thoughts ran through your head until it was time for lunch, that bell being something of a savior as you were freed from seeing him there with her.

childe’s loud laughs caught your attention as he stood with kazuha, an anxious look on the white haired boys face as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. “i mean, just look at her! everyone knows scara is just using her. i heard, he’s been sleeping with (y/n) so he’s good enough to do it with that other girl, whatever her name is. you know her, right kazuha? whatdya think? did you get a piece of her yet too? or is it just scara sinking his claws in her, and something else!”

kazuha’s nervous laugh as childe punched his arm spoke volumes as you stood up, clutching the strap of your bag. kazuha noticed the tears in your eyes as you ran out of the classroom, you had heard every word that came out of childe’s mouth. excusing himself, he ran after you, his soft taps of his feet on the floor in comparison to your loud, cluttered footsteps.

scaramouche heard about this from childe, his demeanor changing once childe gave him the details on how kazuha ran after you. he didn’t know why it bothered him, but it did. no one else should be acknowledging his pet, the one that was so compliant and listened to everything he asked of you.

that’s how he saw you, and that’s all you were to him. right? that egging feeling in his chest as his messages to you were now left on seen more often than not. your cat keychain you hung on your bag that “reminded you of him” being replaced by a charm of a maple leaf, the same one kazuha had on his bag.

it bothered him. and he didn’t try to hide it. every time you’d sit next to kazuha instead of him, he’d grumble under his breath. a part of him ached to see you bare on his bedroom floor again, your fingers running through his hair, your gentle kisses on his forehead when you’d put him to bed when he was in a foul mood. he actually missed you.

but why were you so distant now? surely kazuha wasn’t giving you something he wasn’t, right? he couldn’t. you’d always declared your loyalty to scaramouche, never once breaking it.

then why did you admit you were in love with kazuha? your hands together in front of scaramouche as he scoffs, taking you by the wrist the second those words left your mouth.

“come again? i think i misheard you (y/n). you said you were in love with me just last month. so how do you even think you have feelings for that poet?” his voice wavered, eyes scanning across your face for a sign, a hint of remorse or love that you once held for him.

you shake your head, taking your hand away from scaramouche’s grip but he tightens it anyway. his eyes bore into yours, begging, pleading for it not to be true. for you to laugh it off and say you were kidding.

“he’s.. kind. it’s unlike something i’ve had before, and.. it feels good. it feels good to be wanted, scara. something i never felt with you.”

“something i never felt with you”, those words rung in his head as he laughs loudly, fat tears spilling as he pulls you into his chest. your hands going to push him away as he holds you tightly, laughing through his tears.

“you promised me (y/n), you promised you’d stay. you said you’d stay with me forever, love me forever! please don’t be like them, please don’t let that be a lie.”

“let me go, scara. please.” you whispered, feeling him shake his head as his hands tighten around you.

“n-no, no.. i can’t lose you too. archons, i can’t. what did childe say (y/n)? i promise he didn’t mean it, whatever he said isn’t true! i swear.. let’s just, go back to how it used to be, yeah? you can come over like you used to and- and we just don’t have to have sex. we can do things you like! i swear.. so please..”

his tears had rolled down, coating your neck as he wept. you’d never seen him in such a desperate state. his eyes looking into yours for a hint of what used to be there for him, but there wasn’t. more tears rolled down his cheeks as he let you go. he had fucked up. again. and this time he lost you, the one thing he never thought he’d lose.

“i’m sorry, scara. i’ve moved on. i think you have too with haypasia, you’ll be okay.” you say before picking up your bag, leaving him standing there with a wreck of feelings in his chest.

“you’re just like the rest.” he spat under his breath, harshly wiping at his eyes as the tears continued to flow. a hateful sentence meant to comfort no one but himself. he knew you weren’t at fault for it, he knew one day you’d want something more of him, something he’d be reluctant to give you. the day you finally escaped the clutches of the toxic relationship he had given you, the same day he had deemed the end of his new beginning.

“i never got my forever with you, like you promised. i can’t apologize for hating you for it.”

taglist: @sakiimeo @astrolomona @dearsumire @saeism @shoheartluv @0kauy @lelemnh @kaoriee @samarill

[tracklessreason]

Hiiii I absolutely adore your hive prime AU!!! I’m a huge rescue bots nerd so I was just thinking since blades (my pfp if ur not familiar) was buddies with bee and is super isolated from the other bots at griffin rock in Maine he rlly wouldn’t have seen his big change. I’d love for blades to see him and just be like “bee??? What happened man??” And bee finally talks to someone who still sees him as bee idk it would be such a breath of fresh air for the poor guy and something finally going right for him. Idk idk just putting it out there I’m eating this AU up.

Also also imagine one of the prime interrupting and blades is just like “I’m talking to bee rn can u gtfo” like bruhhhhhhh bee would cheese so hard. Sorry for the spam I just love ur idea so much щ(ಥДಥщ)

Hi there!!! I'm glad people seem to like this au as much as I do, Hive Prime is so close to my heart! I've loved Bee my whole life and now I'm getting to do something fun with him that a lot of people seem to enjoy, it makes me really happy and I love that it's bringing other people some joy too!

Now, about your ask. I had never heard of Blades, so I had to wiki him and scrounge around on YouTube a bit, but he seems like such a sweetheart!

I don't think he'd recognize Hive at first, not because he finds him so different, but because he's so tall now, cant see his face way up there!! The moment Hive leans down to be level with him Blades is like "omg hey Bee how are you?!" and Hive is weeping like a sparkling. Optimus makes certain the other Primes don't interrupt; he's having the time of his life listening to Bee's little squeaky laughs, watching his wings buzz excitedly every time he and Blades speak.

Blades' first lesson on big fat mega Bumblebee? He hugs waaaaay too hard, poor guy still isn't used to his own size yet. That would be common knowledge if anyone else had hugged him recently.

Of course, there's one more thing Blades finds out that no one knows.

Hive looks like that because he is wearing a battle mask. Like, all the time. He has not taken it off since becoming a Prime.

He and Blades are sitting alone having lunch, when he finally retracts his mask and...

It's Bee! His faceplate looks the same as ever, it's maybe the only thing about his frame that hasn't changed. Blades doesn't remark on it of course, he hasn't had a single moment where he felt that he was seeing "the old Bee" versus "the new Hive". That's his friend, always has been, always will. He just enjoys their lunch together. He's only visiting after all, doesn't have long before he's off to his post again and they won't speak for a while.

Hive is glad Blades doesn't make a big deal of it. Anyone else would have. It's the first time he's bothered to eat in a week after all.

Its a shame really that Blades couldn't stay longer. The change in Hive is palpable, but it doesn't last long after he's gone.

[gainingfiction]

Heavily Used

Summary: This is a bit experimental (or weird), and maybe a bit predictable, but I had fun writing it. This is a story about an important relationship in a fat guy’s life, and the risk of taking things for granted. It’s also a story about coping (or not coping) with change.

Hope you enjoy!

~

I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I can only handle so much. It’s one thing to be taken for granted, that’s something we all have to live with. It’s just the total lack of acknowledgment, or even awareness that I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately. I swear, one of these days, I’m just gonna snap and call it quits.

A little bit about me: I’m stylish, polished, and pretty easy on the eyes, if I do say so myself. Born in Poland, but my background is Swedish—I’m European, at heart. The name is Anders, but no one actually calls me that. I’m not super high-maintenance, once you figure me out, but everyone needs a little attention from time to time. Some tending.

Especially living with Max.

I’ve known Max for a while, and he’s not a bad guy. He can be a little rough sometimes, and maybe a little careless, but it doesn’t come from a bad place. I think it’s just a lack of self-awareness. And let’s be honest, that’s a common problem among pretty-boy jocks.

The trouble with Max is that he’s not the pretty-boy I once knew. He’s changed… he’s grown. I mean, he’s literally grown. Grown by about a hundred pounds, if I had to guess, and counting. Over the course of our time together, I’ve gotten pretty familiar with his ass, and I’ll admit, it’s a great one. But, boy, he’s got a lot more ass for me to handle these days.

It’s not insurmountable, not yet at least. But I’m worried it’s getting there.

It started out simply enough, the innocent midnight snacks and occasional takeout treats. No problem, right? Twunks can afford to indulge a little, especially a hot commodity like Max. But then, you get comfortable. You settle into a routine, you let yourself go. That’s the thing about creatures of beauty: one minute you’re the hottest guy in town, trim and toned, with a golden tan and handsome face and perfect, silky hair. The sort of guy who only seems to exist in a Hollywood version of reality. But then, inevitably, something happens. Sometimes tastes change, or maybe you’re the one doing the changing.

I won’t deny, I’m not in the same shape I was when I entered Max’s life for the first time. Any long-term relationship comes with the normal wear-and-tear. Max, though, has taken it to a whole new level.

The little snacks become big snacks. The extra meals go from “occasional” to “frequent” to “everyday”. Gluttony takes over. A 32-inch waist becomes a 36-inch waist becomes a 40-inch waist; size-small shirts are discarded in the back of the closet, soon joined by ill-fitting mediums, and then by larges, stretched out of shape by a gut that won’t stop getting bigger. Max used to flit around the apartment like a bird; now he lumbers like an elephant, heavy footfalls and a slow, waddling gait. His own warning system—you can hear him coming.

On paper, I know I should be trying to help lighten the load. And it’s not like I’m totally unappreciated; there are days when he comes home from work, legs tired and arms loaded down with takeout, and I can tell he’s genuinely happy to have me. But it doesn’t last long. Once dinner’s over, I’m back to being ignored while he sits on the couch, gorging himself in front of the TV, until he comes around again to stuff his face at the next meal. Which, to be fair, is pretty often these days.

It sounds cruel, the way I talk about his escalating weight, his increasingly-indecent greed. I’m not trying to be mean. I just wish he’d consider how it might affect me. I have to live with him, and he’s starting to cramp my style. But it’s not like I can say anything. I just have to sit there in silence, while he eats and eats, grows and grows, piling on pound after excess pound. And the way he eats, moaning and licking and slurping… it’s downright pornographic.

250 starts to feel like a lowball as the months go by. He’s pushing me to my limits without even realizing it. I’ve never had to deal with a guy this fat before, a guy whose big, round bubble butt would hang over the side of even the most substantial chair. And I, personally, am not “substantial”. I’m pretty thin; it’s just how I was made. I thought Max was made that way, too.

I start trying to make my frustration known, but like I said, I can’t just come right out and say something. So I try a little subtlety; a small groan every now and then when he throws himself down at the dinner table for another round of hedonism. If he notices, he doesn’t care. He just keeps upping the ante.

And upping just about everything else: his pants size, his portion sizes, the size of his monster-truck ass and thunder thighs. They press together whenever he sits down, now, lard against blubber. Not like in the old days when his legs were lithe and lean. His moobs bulge against every tank top, his pudgy arms pack his sleeves, his love handles blossom over the top of every waistband like ripening tropical fruit.

In occasional moments of self-pity, I hazard a guess: how much does my man weigh now? 275 pounds? 300? Is he even trying to do something about it? Clearly not. He never works out anymore, unless you count working up a sweat over a third (or fourth, or fifth) slice of cheesecake. I honestly wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, just to spite me. Or test me. But I know that’s crazy—like I said, sometimes I truly doubt he even thinks about what it’s like for me.

But the problem is getting harder to ignore; he really throws his weight around these days. He heaves himself up off the couch. He rests a hand on the front of his bulging belly, barely restrained by some poor, threadbare top, back arching forward from the strain of it all (he’s not a tall guy, which makes his increasingly S-shaped silhouette even more pronounced). He trudges from the living room to the kitchen and drops himself in front of the table like an anvil. When he sits down, his ass, spilling out of some indecent pair of jean shorts, spreads out like lava blanketing some hapless Roman hamlet.

Some nights, I strain underneath him, feeling absolutely crushed by his sheer weight, boundless mass bearing down on me with the force of gravity. How big is he now? I wonder, as I listen to him moan and groan with pleasure. 325? 350? Could he really have gained over 200 pounds? How could he not realize what he’s doing to himself—what he’s doing to me?

He’s just so oblivious. I don’t even recognize him anymore. I’ve been starting to make noises about how uncomfortable I am, how much I’m struggling with his extra weight. But, as always, it falls on deaf ears. His tight little butt has become a pair of vast, ponderous globes, his abs and lats and obliques are encased in a spare tire that belongs on an 18-wheeler, his tits bulge out and dangle towards his armpits. And he just. Keeps. Going. 

Keeps eating. Keeps gaining. Keeps expanding.

Things reach a boiling point before dinner one night. I can see him piling up the table, unboxing some outrageous quantity of food for his secret nightly mukbang. Well, secret except for the consequences, which anyone with eyes could notice. “There’s a man who likes his food” would be such a trite, vapid observation that it doesn’t even need saying. He doesn’t just “like” his food, he lives for his food. Food is practically a part of Max’s identity at this point.

He’s starting to lower his colossal ass to sit, and I can tell this is it. Tonight’s the night. Fuck it, I’m done. He’s well past 350 pounds, and that’s too much weight for me to handle.

Maybe he’ll appreciate me more when I’m not around. Hejdå, Max, it was nice knowing you! At least, it used to be.

~

Max sat on the floor, rolls of fat still wobbling from the jarring motion of his fall. His chair had been complaining for a while now—squeaking and groaning every time he sat down—but he hadn’t expected it to actually break. What a load of bullshit! He wasn’t even that fat!

He looked around at the splintered wood, soreness radiating across his ass—and not in a fun, post-fucking kind of way. At least his buttocks were nicely-padded. When he was bony, a slip on the ice hurt like all hell.

He was glad he was alone, or this would have been super embarrassing. At least no one was around to see him smash that chair like a pro-wrestler in a grudge match. He knew he’d been overdoing it, but this wasn’t his fault. How could it be, surely he wasn’t that big? Just a little out of shape, in need of a few good workouts to shed some winter weight. It was just the cheap IKEA furniture he bought.

With a grunt, he started the process of heaving his monumental form to a stand. As he started to gather his momentum, he glanced at the ruined seat and frowned. He actually liked that chair. It was pretty comfortable.

At least, it used to be.

(Author’s Note: don’t forget to rotate your dining chairs!)

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Nine | Where It All Started…

“You have to leave. This isn’t going to end well for anyone.” I rushed across the room without so much as glancing at Randy on my bed.

Tossing his phone into the plush covers he laid back talking a little bit louder so I could hear from inside the closet. “He wants me to leave or you?”

“It doesn’t matter who, he’s not going to leave me alone. He’s going to make our lives hell.” Pulling on a matching lounge set of shorts and a tank I reappeared trying to let him down easy.

His hand smoothed down his own crotch and I caught myself following his hand. “I thought you wanted out of that vicious cycle. I’m not scared - if you want me here I’ll stay, princess.”

Folding my arms I contemplated his offer. “Why do you call me princess?”

“I always thought you were royalty of WWE.”

“And why did you pursue me? Even after you knew about Dom.” I asked wanting to know why Randy would stay and risk every thing.

He shrugged like it was some question that had no answer. “Something about you. Why are you grilling me now? Dom’s mom knows, he knows. You don’t have to scare me away anymore.” Sitting up, he reached out for me he pulled me closer.

My hands landed on his shoulders, “His mom took me in when she didn’t have to and raised me as her own. She had no idea that Dom and I broke up.”

“And it’s her son’s job to tell her. Not you.”

His hands smoothed up my legs until his big hands squeezed my ass. Forcing me onto his lap I got comfortable straddling him before I let my mouth cover his.

It wasn’t hard to fall into making out with Randy, my hands on his neck and every toned muscle bullying me to sink into him further. Randy’s hands dug into my ass and his tongue wrestled mine so perfectly I could feel the friction of our crotches making me wet.

“Princess, I need that pussy…” he said every word between kisses and I felt myself tense.

His hand snuck into my shorts I was wearing with no panties when I stilled at his touch. “Randy… slow. I need to go slow. Dom is down the hallway.”

Stopping entirely Randy fell back, his hard on barely concealed. “Maybe this was a mistake. You’re letting Dom dictate how fast you move on. I have a flight in a few hours anyways.”

I planned on rejecting Randy but instead he rejected me. I didn’t want to crawl back to Dom and prove he was right but a part of me didn’t know how to move on without feeling like I was stabbing him in the back.

“No. Wait. Just let me go slow.” I adjusted myself on his lap so my the thin material of my shorts covered his hard on. Sucking in my breath I tried not to shiver as the rush only made my clit throb harder.

“Tell me what you need baby.”

I wasn’t sure what I needed. Motivation, strength to move on, someone to force me to.

Pushing me down on the bed he got comfortable between my legs, his weight sitting in his hands as he hovered above me. “I didn’t want to say this… Dom fucked Liv last night…”

I looked at him shocked and in awe waiting for him to explain as my pussy dried up instantly.

“JD saw them for real and tweeted about it to help the storyline. I’m sorry babe.”

Just like riding a bike all the ways we used people to hurt each other came back like it was yesterday. Twisting over I pressed my ass into his crotch when he tugged my shorts down enough to expose the parts of me craved.

His hand slapped my ass playfully and I pressed back into him more. “Are you sure?”

Biting my lip I forced myself to stay silent. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore.

I wanted Dom to save me but at the same time I wanted to hate him for possibly fucking Liv.

Nodding my head I felt his fat tip bully me until he had shoved himself through. “Holy fuck. You’re so fucking tight,” he moaned through the words while I bared down.

Burying my face in our bed I tried to imagine Dominik instead. This act was going to cement our ending.

Randy’s girth was unmatched as he stretched out every part of me just to fit, painfully so. My fists grabbed the sheets and I muffled my own moans knowing Dom was close by.

Every moment was torture when Dom didn’t walk through our bedroom door. Every moment killing any chance of us.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he cooed in my neck.

Forcing myself to imagine Dominik I finally felt myself get wet as I pushed back onto his length, riding him instead of him fucking me. I didn’t feel myself come, instead it felt like teasing myself to death when Randy came all over his closed fist.

Randy’s mouth trailed kisses along my shoulders when I felt disgusted by him all of a sudden. Dom was right, it was my speciality to leave feelings out of this and hurt him with other men.

Slipping off the bed, I stood up and left my room without a word. Yanking the door open after adjusting my clothes I was met with Dom leaning against the hallway wall, expressionless, with his arms crossed.

“You fucked him?”

“Did you fuck Liv before coming home?”

Snagging a bottle of white wine I went to the home theater to rot my life away: high and drunk.

[soobinskii]

UP ALL NIGHT(CLUB) PART ONE.

a/n : this took quite a bit but i'm glad to finally have it out! next part may be around the same or longer. enjoy <3

word count : 2k+

soobin and i were getting ready to go to jackson's party. THE jackson wang's party. we know it's about to be an absolute rager. i decided to wear a dress that would suit a club; a little black dress, with an open back.

as i step out of our shared room in the apartment, he looks me up and down then proceeds to grab my waist and spin me around, slapping my ass in the process.

"if we didn't have to leave in 5 minutes, this shit would be torn apart, and all over the floor right now. you look sexy as hell." soobin says, smirking and raising his eyebrow as he speaks curtly.

i smile at him, and tell him "if we didn't have to go, you'd be balls deep inside of me right now." while giving him a feigned innocent look, a glint of mischief in my eyes.

he laughs and grabs the keys to his car, tells me to follow him and of course i do, who am i to not listen to soobin?

he opens the door to his high-class, luxury car for me and gets in the driver's seat, looking absolutely ravishing in his simple outfit of a black polo and blue jeans.

the way his jeans hug his thighs? it makes me want to suck on his fat cock.

we head off to jackson's party, already hearing the heavy bass and smelling weed from down the block. i'm suprised he hasn't gotten any noise complaints yet. soobin parked a bit down the street, so we get out and he grabs my hand then proceeds to take me down to jackson's house. as we enter, there's basically a wall of smoke that hits us, we swear we could have gotten second hand high instantly. jackson spots us and comes over to us, eyes completely bloodshot & stumbling a bit, "heeey!! (y/n), soobin! y'all look great." he's basically talking in slow motion, high off of his ass (definitely close to greening out). we giggle, "very nice to see you jackson, glad to be here." as jackson makes room for us to enter, we shuffle in through the doorway.

soobin goes to the kitchen to get a drink, i go sit with eric, seungcheol, mingi and jaemin on the couch as they pass around a blunt. "mind sharing?" i ask them. mingi replies, "absolutely not doll, we've got so much shit to share." and passes me a fat, heavily rolled blunt.

i inhale it and that shit hits me almost instantly, i cough a bit and seungcheol rubs my back as i pass it to him. "you good? i know that shit's strong. a lil' thing like you doesn't have a high tolerance." he states with a slight pout, and i nod my head while taking a sip of the fruit punch from his hand.

i hear mingi giggling and i slap his shoulder, "shut up bitch, you were just choking down vodka." seungcheol retorts to the younger and mingi rolls his eyes between giggles.

i look over to the dance floor and see jiung and keeho, they're dancing to 'how deep is your love', the most typical 'party' song to ever exist. i think about joining them, but watching is more fun. especially since i feel like i'm planted down into the couch, letting the music flow through my veins and the bass pulse throughout my muscles. i feel like i can hear every single word and beat in my bones.

i look over bit more and find soobin playing a drinking game, about 4 shots deep and it's only been about 30 to 40 minutes since we got here. i soon realize that his close friend, beomgyu is taking the shots for him, and he's taking blinkers off of a pen- he never was much of a drinker. i can tell he's stoned from here, he's moving slow and laughing a lot more than usual. he always looks so good while he's high, he always looks amazing, but there's definitely something about his low, red eyes and tilted smile.

there's just something different right now, the way his hair is pushed back, shirt perfectly fitted to his body line, the look on his face as he's trying to focus but is too giggly to do so.

i decide to text him, "soob, need you, now."

i watch him as he checks his phone and his gaze meets mine, he nods and puts up a finger, telling me to go and wait upstairs. i decide to find an empty guest room, after the initial startle of seeing jihoon hitting his blue bong in one of them, not expecting him to be there, i wave, smile and leave. i find a room down the hall and text soobin, "got it." he sends a thumbs up emoji back and lets me know that he's on his way up.

he comes in, while smirking and trying his best not to giggle. his eyes are fully red with low lids, his hair's messy and pushed back enough to show his eyebrows & forehead. he comes up to me, flips me onto his lap and pulls me in for a messy kiss. i taste his vanilla chapstick mixed with some random fruity drink on his lips. our tongues clash together with a messy mix of spit and teeth as we start making out. he rolls my dress up a bit and starts rubbing my heat through my underwear. i sigh into his lips as i feel his fingers roll against me.

he pulls my underwear to the side and groans, "fuck you're wet, all for me, hm?"

i nod and try to hide my face in between his neck and shoulder, but he lightly pulls my hair, "uh-uh.. wanna see your pretty face as i make you cum all over my fingers." he looks up at me with his red, hazy eyes and inserts two fingers.

i gasp out and bite my lip, his long fingers stretching me out- especially at the angle we're at.

"always takin' my fingers so fuckin' well, 's like you were made for me.." he slurs out, drunk on the atmosphere. he's biting and sucking at my neck & collarbones. i feel myself coming closer to the edge, the familiar warmth at the bottom of my stomach, the shake of my legs, and my eyes tearing up and unable to focus.

soobin takes notice of this and starts picking up his pace, his fingers slipping in and out of my messy heat with the perfect twist of his wrist. i grab his wrist, "fuck, bin- cumming-" i moan out and he giggles as i release onto his hand. my essence drips down into his palm and he licks it up, kissing me after.

i taste the sweetness of my cunt on his lips and tongue. as we pull away, a string of saliva connects us and it averts my gaze to his lips; it looks like he has lipgloss on, knowing it's from me, my face heats up and i stare at his lips.

after bringing me down from the aftershock of my orgasm gently, he helps me stand up, off of his lap and fixes my undergarments and dress for me, then proceeds to fix his collar.

"you ready to go back?" he smiles at me softly as he asks. i nod in reply, a newfound shyness due to the afterglow of our previous activities. soobin holds onto my hand as we travel to & down the stairs, treating me as porcelain so i don't slip.

we both plant ourselves on the big L-shaped couch that i was previously on, now containing mingi, seonghwa, seungcheol, johnny, and taeyong. mingi looks at me and i see his eyebrows raise up behind his bangs "holy shit, you gotta few.. uhm.." as he motions at his neck. i giggle and raise my eyebrow, "pass me the damn blunt."

he follows my request and i take a fat hit and pass it to soobin. he takes a puff and passes it off to seungcheol, while turning to me. he pulls my lips open and blows smoke into my mouth. i inhale it and he rubs my cheek after and smiles.

i look over at the dance floor and i see jiung, keeho, mingyu, yunho and "big matthew" dancing to another random song on the playlist- mostly jiung leading.

i turn to the dining area and see jackson, seonghwa, hongjoong, intak, vernon, and yuta sitting around the table with a small notepad. most likely talking about drug deals running through their company "alchemist subs" and they all look content yet focused, that's how i know sales are going well & the company is flourishing. the boys always give me and soobin deals whenever we buy off of them, very good deals at that.

"(y/n)," soobin says, grabbing my shoulder gently. "i'll be right back, i need some fresh air." he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his blue raspberry vape. i nod, and let him know that i'll be out in a second.

seungcheol leans over to me and says, "you know, buisness is doing well, so i could possibly get you some better deals. we're selling our shit for a little bit more- like 5 percent more- so we can undercharge you more." he shakes his head at mingi when he passes the blunt off and passes the rest off to jaemin.

"you know, jackson really likes you and soobin. he's always talking so highly of you guys. therefore, we get to give you guys the highest deal; and even if our stock is first come, first serve, he always makes sure to save a lot for y'all." he smiles, his dimples making crescents into his cheeks.

"thank you, cheol. i really appreciate it. especially with all the shit me and soobin have been through lately.." i scoff and shake my head. seungcheol pats my head and nods, "if you ever need anything, weed, food, to talk- anything at all! you can call me. love ya (y/n)." he pulls me to him and gives me a tight hug, and i reciprocate, greatful for everything he's done for me.

i excuse myself and go to soobin outside, wondering what he's gotten up to.

as i step out the door, i see him standing with yeonjun, joshua, and wooyoung. i walk up to them, greeting them.

"(y/n)? it's been a while! good to see you." joshua says, pulling me in for a hug, "you look high as fuck." wooyoung giggles, hugging me next and rubbing my hair.

"i am, a few others and i were doing some puff puff pass in the house." i lightly snort as i fix my hair from wooyoungs ministrations on it.

"ahhh.. were mingi and seungcheol in there? typical of them, they're always smoking weed. i was over at mingi's place with san a few days ago, and it smelt of straight pot. i get worried about him sometimes y'know?" wooyoung rambles and speaks fast, yet i understand every word.

"i get you. i'd be worried if someone was smoking like they get paid to do it too." i shrug, "have you ever talked to him, or asked him about it?" i ask as i cross my arms and lean against the wall, looking over to the orange and pink sunset then back at wooyoung.

"nah, i haven't. didn't wanna feel like i'm invading.. but that's most likely a good idea, i'll be doing that soon. after the party and the hangover from the party." he chuckles, "so like.. a few days. these parties are intense." wooyoung trails off, getting lost in thought while pulling his phone out and putting something into his notes.

joshua starts talking, "anyways, i'm really glad i came, i just got back from the states a few days ago. tours are always extremely stressful.. so, i figured i'd let loose a little." the sides of his eyes crinkle while he smiles, "jackson's parties are always something to lock in your memories. good, the bad and the dirty."

soobin agrees, "tonight has most definitely been a night to remember. this is his biggest party in a while, definitely because summer's coming up."

i add on, "oh yeah, everyone's here now, just to get a feel for the summer-" i get cut off as i hear jaehyun yelling into the house, "then come out pussy, come fight me."

we all turn our heads to eric coming out of the house and pushing jaehyun by the shoulders. "the fuck did you just call me? i'm not no fuckin' pussy. i think you're jus' throwing that word around 'cause you've got your head all wrapped up in trying to get your dick wet, but can't"

joshua, wooyoung and yeonjun all gasp in unison, those are fighting words (even if you're intoxicated). soobin and i look at each other, eyes wide and adrenaline coursing through our veins. i can hear my heartbeat in my ears. only specific people know what happened at one of jackson's former party, and none of them dare to speak about it.

whenever someone fucks with jaehyun, or eric, no one knows what's about to go down...

ending a/n : i'm so upset that all of these might be formatted oddly because i write in the notes app 😭.. please consider reblogging if you enjoyed <3

[gaykarstaagforever]

1970

The Silver Age was coming to a close in 1970. But DC wasn't quite out of amazing ideas yet.

I'm not going to review this. There is nothing more to say than what this cover says. Superman turns into a giant stupid Superman for like 2 hours, wrecks a bunch of things, then it wears off. It is exactly as cool and entertaining as that sounds. They finally got one right, boys.

Here he is fighting a bunch of soldiers.

Here he is, doing the thing.

Here he is, using the tip of the Washington Monument that he broke off to write a giant message about how oops, he's sorry about all of this. ...Which seems like it kind of contradicts his point, since there were probably a hundred ways he could have written this message without destroying a national monument.

But we're not here to be nerds about writing, we're here to see this:

I'll tell you how he got out of this mess, because it is probably the most fantastic thing in this entire story. Maybe one of the most fantastic things Silver Age Superman ever did. And NO, it doesn't involve one of his stupid awful robot clones.

But first, you need some context. This is the very first panel of the story, after the splash page:

Now. If you're like me, you are immediately lost. Who is Titano, and why are these idiots talking about him in front of a King Kong movie poster?

Well. I don't know how to tell you this, but back in 1959, there was a Superman comic where NASA sent a monkey into Space, and it came back 50 feet tall with kryptonite laser eyes. It did a King Kong with Lois (of course), until Superman defeated it and whisked it away to a Planet of Giants he knew about.

You know that thing in comics, where they'll reference some old story only nerds will remember, and they'll put an asterisk and tell you what issue it was from so you know what the hell they're referring to? Yeah, no, they don't do that here. This panel is all you get. They just expected you to remember that 11 years ago, they did a story where Superman fought a giant monkey from Space.

Which, sure, is memorable, as far as these things go. But 1960s Superman fought all kinds of crazy things from Space! It seems a little presumptuous to assume anyone would remember this specific incident, after 11 years of growth rays and shrink rays and 5th dimensional pygmy wizards and that time Superman was fat. But here we are.

Yes this is relevant to the ending. As the bigness whatever is wearing off, Superman jogs out into the ocean to finish his shrinking. He then returns to Lois and Jimmy as Normal-Sized Clark Kent. This was during the era where Lois and Jimmy were finally both suspicious that maybe Clark was Superman, only because the two were never at the same place, at the same time.

And yes, even they knew about the damn robot clones by now, so they weren't going to fall for that sitcom nonsense.

So Clark, the perpetual liar that he is, has to make sure Lois and Jimmy don't point out how he was conveniently absent the entire time Superman was giant. Before they declare him Superman, he points out to them that while he is here with them now normal-sized, a giant in a Superman costume is still visible, running away through the ocean. See? He can't be Superman. Even if he looks exactly like him, in face and build, but with glasses.

So how does Superman callously deceive his two closest friends?

He flew real fast to the Giant Planet, abducted a confused and terrified Titano (remember him?), created a giant Superman costume and dressed the giant monkey in it, flew him back to Earth, and dropped him into the ocean in just the perfect way where Lois and Jimmy could see him in the Superman outfit, but not see he was in fact a giant monkey. The giant monkey they would both specifically recognize, because of the thing they went through with him before.

Don't worry about Titano though, if you were. Once this lunacy is over, Superman rips his clothes off and dumps him back on the Giant Planet.

...I appreciate that you're probably still trying to process all this. And best of luck with that. But before we end, we need to talk about this:

They buy Cracker Jacks at the movies. Jimmy's box has red kryptonite in it, and that is what makes Superman grow big and stupid, because, and I very nearly quote, red kryptonite makes weird stuff happen, and Clark was watching King Kong, so he was thinking about giant monkeys.

That is the ONLY explanation we get for any of this. No, they don't explain why red kryptonite was in a box of Cracker Jacks. Or why two panels of this comic are an obvious ad for Cracker Jacks, except the boxes don't look like real Cracker Jack boxes, and they always did that for ads, so this can't be one. Plus this isn't a separate page in the comic, this is just...how the story starts.

Was this a tie-in that fell through, last-minute? It has to be, right? LOOK at this. Why did they do this?

Also, King Kong is technically public domain, in the sense that you can print the name and show a giant monkey. But the movie rights are exclusive to Universal. And I don't know if that was true in 1970. So was this ALSO some kind of Universal King Kong tie-in? Again, it isn't a proper ad, it's just part of the story.

Though they very specifically only feature Titano in person in the comic, so maybe this WAS just a reference, and they were careful not to put actual Universal's King Kong in the story.

They just used their own ripoff of him from 11 years earlier. Where he was brown and looked more like a giant chimp. And now, here, he is a black gorilla, sort of. Like King Kong.

...There is a whole entire other feature in this issue, and I haven't even read it yet, because I have been thinking about this story for like a week.

I hope you understand why.

[taatsums]

Raito Kitakata SR - Authentic Vampire: Vampires and Ramen With No Garlic

Part 1

📍 Shopping Mall

Raito: Well then…

Raito: Where should we start? Each and every shop is filled to the brim with Halloween merchandise!

Tao: Looks like you’re having fun, Raito-san.

Raito: Yeah, Halloween costumes are nothing to scoff at, after all. While everyone is dressed up as monsters, the “real monsters” pretending to be human sneak in…

Raito: It’s my annual chance to encounter the unknown, which is why I couldn’t hold my excitement back when I heard that costumes will be mandatory for this year’s HAMA Tours Halloween Party.

Tao: Woah!? You’re way more fired up than I thought…

Tao: Have you decided what you’re going to wear?

Raito: That’s where I’m struggling. A werewolf that changes his form is as Halloween as you can get, but I can’t just ignore the potential of the miserable monster, Frankenstein.

Raito: On top of those, there’s also the option of a mummy, and the romance of resurrection… Hmmm, I must make sure I don’t regret my choice down the line.

Little boy: Big bro! I wanna wear this!

Tao: Huh…

Reliable boy: A vampire, huh? Sure thing, but isn’t that a little cliché?

Little boy: But the cape is so cool! And sucking blood sounds kinda epic!

Reliable boy: Hmmm, let’s go with that, then!

Tao: … That’s kinda sweet.

Raito: … Yeah. I used to talk with Nayuki about Halloween monsters like that too.

Raito: Back then, he used to happily indulge anything I’d say, but now… I feel like he’s keeping his distance more than usual.

Tao: (I mean, I can kinda see why.)

Raito: But Nayuki also used to think vampires were cool when we were kids…

Raito: Alright, I’ve decided. I’ll dress up as a vampire this year!

Tao: Huh… Are you sure? Like those kids said, that’s a bit of a clichéd option.

Raito: Heh, the more cliché a monster seems, the more profound it actually is.

Raito: So, this time I will act as a perfect vampire, and give everyone a scare, the “real ones” included!

Tao: You’ll act as the perfect vampire…

Tao: … Is that what Halloween parties are like?

Part 2

📍 HAMA House, Monkey room

Raito: Okay… That should do it.

Raito: All that’s left is to figure out what to do with this…

[Door opening]

Tao: Excuse me, Raito-san. I just wanted to confirm something about the Halloween Party–

Tao: Wh-What are all these cardboard boxes here for!? Are you moving out!?

Raito: Oh, Tao. Good timing.

Raito: I’m sorry to ask this of you, but could you hold onto this package until Halloween is over?

Tao: “This package” being…

Tao: … This box full of rosaries, chalices, and other sinister-looking things…?

Raito: They’re not sinister. If anything, they’re sacred. Everything in this box is things vampires are weak to.

Raito: But, as I’m about to become a vampire myself… I can’t sleep with things like these at my bedside.

Tao: … Is this part of the “acting as the perfect vampire” thing you were talking about when we went shopping?

Raito: Yeah, I want to give everyone a scare during the party, after all. You’re the only one I can ask this of… Please!

Tao: As long as all I gotta do is hold onto them, I don’t really mind…

Tao: Oh, but now that I think about it, vampires also don’t like garlic, right?

Tao: If you’re going this far, you won’t be able to eat that garlic miso ramen you’ve been hooked on lately…

Raito: Urgh…! Y-You’re right…! That was an oversight on my part…!

Raito: My body has become conditioned to me eating that ramen three times a week, what do I do…!

Tao: I’d say it’s best to quit doing that so you can stay healthy…

Tao: Oh. That reminds me, Chihiro said something about eating some eye-catching flavorful ramen the other day.

Tao: Pretty sure it had no garlic too.

Raito: What!? Does such a thing exist!?

Tao: Yes. While it may not pack the same punch as the garlic, it seems it has plenty of flavor from the back fat, so how about trying that instead?

Tao: And its soup is bright red for some reason. Kinda makes it sound like something a vampire would drink, right?

Raito: …! That’s the place that recently opened that I was looking into. That certainly sounds like the perfect ramen for me right now!

Raito: Thank you, Tao. I’ll go give it a try for dinner today.

Tao: Okay. Please let me know if it’s any good.

📍 HAMA House, Rooster room

Tao: I’m back— woah.

Tao: (… It’s been a few days, but I just can’t get used to Raito-san’s occult stuff in this room…)

Tao: (Actually, what even happened with that ramen I told him about? He hasn’t told me anything about it.)

Chihiro: Oh, TaoTao, listen to this!

Chihiro: Y’know that shop I told you about the other day? The one with the bright red soup!

Chihiro: There’s a vid featuring the shop called “A vampire ACTUALLY showed up!? (NOT CLICKBAIT)” that’s going super viral!

Tao: Huh…

Chihiro: It looks like real blood, and Halloween’s coming up, so maybe a vampire really did go there to have some!

Tao: Ha… haha, maybe…

Tao: (… Don't tell me.)

[nerdieforpedro]

A little mean and a little sweet

Chapter Four of Come Live with Me Angel Series

Benny Miller x Diana (OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Benny and Diana work out the tension between them.

Word Count: about 2.2k

Warnings: teasing, dirty talk, an ass slap or two, unprotected p in v, oral sex (female receiving), aftercare, confessions

Notes: This part took a long time. I’m not well versed in writing my characters being teasing or mean. At least not in this manner so let me know what you think in the comments! 😆

Main Masterlist/ Benny Miller Masterlist / Garrett Hedlund Characters Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Miller towers above Diana, he’s caged his arms on either side of her. Looking down, it’s a wonder he hasn’t pounced on her yet after plopping her down on the couch. Benny rushes a great many things but not this, and not today. Diana is reaching up for him and trying to pull him down to her, “Benjamin, you’ve been teasing me for far too long. Let me have you please.” It is a request he wants to honor, he really does, but he can’t. However long Diana thinks he has been taunting him, he believes she’s wrong. Benny’s feels he’s been open with how he feels about her though words aren’t his strong his strong suit.

“Now that’s a lie sweetheart and you know it.” His voice is low and makes her laugh. She highly doubts this, she had no idea that things would turn out this way so quickly. Before she can offer a rebuttal, Benny grabs her wrist and kisses the inside of it. “You’ve had me since we sang ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ and I wouldn’t let go of your hand. I haven’t let go of you since Angel.” Benny uses his nose to trace down Diana’s arm, kissing one part he knows she’s not fond of: the fat on her arm. It’s why she doesn’t often wear sleeveless dresses and depending on how the short sleeves fit, she might not wear those either. Benny could care less or more like accurately, he enjoys her soft frame every time they touch. Diana turns away giggling at the gesture, while he nibbles on it and uses his knees to part her legs. She gasps when his lips reach her neck and he sucks on her skin while her hands lift up the back of his shirt.

“Benjamin, take it off. I want to feel more of you.” His mouth forms a smile that he presses into her neck before pulling back to make eye contact with her.

“It’ll be off when you’re out of this dress Di,” she starts to shimmy her hips so the dress slides up a bit for her to grab it but he clasps his hands around hers, “Not yet Angel. Told you I’m going to see you for myself and that involves taking my time. Not yours. We’ve been on yours with your shorts and shit around the house.” His teeth pull at the front of her dress and pull it down since her straps are so flimsy. Diana’s breasts are exposed and he whistles making her squirm, the air feels cool on her flesh and Benny’s grin goes right between her thighs making her moan.

“Dammit Benny,” he’s not hurting her in his hold, but it’s tight enough to where she can’t get out. Her voice cracks as he flicks one of her nipples with his tongue, keeping his eyes locked with hers she bucks her hips up to try and have some friction to force him to do the same. “You’re just being mean now. Take it into your mouth Miller.” He flicks it again before blowing on it, making it stiffen harder. A quiet fuck leaves Diana’s lips.

“If I was really mean, I’d leave you like this Di. Or maybe only do this.” Benny puts both of Diana’s hands over his head and uses his shirt that he now removed to tie them. He watches as she tries to undo the knot. “Come on Angel, I served with the best of the best. You’re not getting out of that until I want you to.” Two of his fingers sneak under her dress and find the damp spot on the front of he thong. He doesn’t move the fabric aside nor push it in. He just lets his digits rest on top of it while her hips do the work for him, but due to the limited space on the couch, she can only get small rolls going.

“Alright, alright. You’re nice, the sweetest. Benny, please…put at least one finger in.” Diana isn’t above begging. She’s so close and his fingers feel thick, but they're not inside of her and his mouth isn’t on her either. “Don’t you want to feel how wet I am for you Benny? Hear what other sounds me and my body can make for you?” She’s never said this to Benny before, at least outside of time spent with her vibrator. She wants to close her eyes while talking, but knows he’ll just tell her to keep them open. “My kind generous Benjamin, give me a different type of ache.” It feels so embarrassing to say aloud, but her eyes see the bulge in his shorts and she knows she’s on the right track.

Benny doesn’t say anything. He’s only imagined Diana uttering filth to him, but this? “You sure are the cruel one Angel, come here....” He hops to his feet and pulls her up by his shirt that’s still tied around her wrists. He makes a beeline for his bedroom as it has a king side bed. Benny makes sure to flip on all the lights, not giving Diana the option of keeping them off. He pushes her over the edge of the bed so she flops face down and the pulls her to stand, bent over to her ass is facing him. Her violet dress fell back over her hips and he flips it back up. She tries to look back but he uses his palm to slap an ass cheek making it jiggle. “What a view Diana. I’ll give you a little something now.” Her thong is yanked down and his two fingers and on each of her slick pussy lips, opening and closing them to hear and watch them.

“B-Benny you said you were going to give me something. Come on…” Diana’s whine is answered by another snack to her ass and two fingers slipping inside of her. “Fuck yes!” Her moan from his thick fingers is cut short by a strained yelp. She can’t move her hips, Miller is using his free hand to hold her hips in place. “Please….at least move them Benny. Don’t just hold them there…” She buries her face into the mattress to scream. He’s never been this mean, sure she’s been teasing him with her outfits but it doesn’t warrant this kind of pleasure denial does it? “I’m sorry for teasing you. I just…Oohh…” At her admission, Benny behinds loving his fingers slowly, still not allowing her to move her hips.

“You just what Diana? Wanted to make me hard during the day?” His fingers start moving a bit faster and his grip loosens on her hip, allowing her to move partially with his hand. “You could have just told me you wanted me to do this Di, I told you, you’ve got me sweetheart.” When he lets her hips go, he removes his fingers and hand whines again, though this time he turns her over and crouches down, placing her legs on his shoulders. He kisses her inner thigh and licks part of her essence off of it, making sure he’s looking right at her. Diana’s panting and her lips are trembling. “You look beautiful when I make a mess of you.” He wipes her slick off of his two fingers on his bottom lips and swallows it before swirling one finger around her clit. Hearing her call his name, makes him nibble on her thigh and speak directly to her cunt. “You’ll weep just for me. So pretty here too, Angel.” He watches as her core quivers and feels it on his tongue as he dives in.

Diana is grabbing at Benny’s hair, tugging on it as his tongue explores her folds. He’s slurping, drinking from her while grilling her thighs. It feels like he might bruise her and they’ll be sore. She welcomes the feeling, and jerks her hips toward his glistening face. She’s twisting to try and aid his tongue exploring everywhere it can. He’s muttering something into her damp void but Diana registers nothing except her own moans and Benny’s skill with his tongue. Suddenly, she’s trying to push him away, pressure building but it feels different than her orgasm normally does, so much more forceful. Diana’s scared that she might pass gas or something even more embarrassing, but Miller’s nails are digging into her thighs from how he’s trying to keep her in place. “Please! Fuck Benny, let me go something’s co-“ There’s a gush and a scream from Diana’s mouth while Benny laps at her drenched sex with even more fervor than before. Her heels are digging into the mattress and when her body relaxes. His tongue finally begins to slow.

He gets a few more flicks of his tongue in before finally rising from between her legs. “You alright Angel?” He watches as Diana’s breasts rise and fall with each breath and nips at the skin on her lower belly, jiggling it to get a rise out of her. He knows she hates it when anyone touches the part of her stomach that hangs down. Weakly, she swats at his hand, “Well you’re still with me then. Why were you scared Di?”

“I dunno what the hell you did. That was way too intense Benny. Is there anything past an orgasm?” Diana sucks her teeth as she hears Benny laugh and position himself between her legs, this time on his knees. She looks down and sees his bobbing dick leaking with precum. Propping herself up on her shoulders, and making eye contact with him he dips his head to place his thumb on her chin and pulls it down for her to open her mouth. “Your face…d-did I? Lord let me wipe-”

“Ya ain’t wiping shit Diana. You’ll taste yourself. I made you squirt honey.” The same tongue that had just had her spasming tasted slightly tangy but mixed with his saliva had her groan into his mouth, her hands were back in his hair and the idea of needing to dry his face off was gone. Benny’s hands are on her breasts kneading them while he guides his swollen shaft along her folds, making her spread her legs wide again. Their lips part as each of them catch their breath. “Diana, I’m going in now. That alright?”

She nods and lowers one of her hands to guide the head of his cock into her awaiting hole, the stretch from having him inside of her makes her tense up. Benny strokes her cheek and moves her hand from her lower lips to his shoulder. He’s only a third of the way in when he stops and she pinches him. “It’s fine. Keep going, you just have to work me open is all Ben.” Diana plants a kiss on his chest and neck. He doesn’t stop again and sinks himself the rest of the way in until their hips meet. “You make me so full Benny. Move when you’re ready.”

“How do you know just what to say Diana?” With his hands drifting down the sides of her body, Benny firmly grabs her hips and begins a slow pace with deep strokes, pulling nearly all the way out and diving back in fully while he watches Diana throw her head back into the mattress, calling his name. Her tongue pokes out past her bottom lip and Benny leans forward to suck on it, changing the angle at which his cock hitting her walls. She gasps and scratches his chest, mouthing a soundless ‘sorry’ as he feels her tighten around his shaft. It’s then that Benny decides to move faster with Diana winds both arms around his back, it felt like she might fly away. That’s the last thing she wants, she needs to stay present as he’s making her come again. Her moans match Benny’s grunts as he continues increasing his pace, only letting his thrusts get but so shallow.

“B-Benny, it’s…you too…come too.” He’s trying to hold on a bit longer, he doesn’t want to yet. He’d rather keep going until he passes out with his dick still inside of her, but Benny figures he can give her this. He wants to, needs to.

“I will but I need to pull-“ Diana’s legs keep Benny firmly against her while the rolls of his hips become more erratic. He understands what she’s doing and doesn’t question it, though he’ll have some later. Her heat quivers around Benny’s cock before clamping down on him, milking him while he spills into her, marking her form himself. It’s here that Benny decides this won’t be the only time. He remains within her until he’s completely soft and even then, only slips out when he feels her shiver.

They both get out of the bed, though Diana needed help to the bathroom and get cleaned up. She bends down with a grimace upon seeing her dress and thong on the floor to pick them up and make her way back to her room. Benny wraps his arms around her waist. “Come back to bed Angel, unless you’re dead set on sleeping by yourself.”

“Okay.” Is all she says as she drops her clothes once more and slips under the covers with Miller, her mind racing. They’ve finally done it and said so many things to one another. She still has her own room, how do things go from here?

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Chapter Three Chapter Five

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so we all know that my dreams are weirdly hyper realistic and plot driven so buckle the fuck up.

number one: everything (like, the rules of reality) was the same as real life except i guess my bf didnt exist (sad but necessary for the plot i suppose). im at thanksgiving at my parents house, which is a weekend long affair. tzp and redacted are married and also there bc they are my friends i guess. im definitely better friends w taylor than redacted but redacted and i get along and like each other. okay. the scene is set.

so, im preparing dinner with my dad and aunts like usual. taylor and redacted have slept in but taylor comes out to help eventually. he is fresh from a shower and wearing a very tight shirt. we talk while i cook and it’s clear that i need to fuck this man like, yesterday. within the dream logic, this is not the first time ive fucked around with him — this is a thing that we do. go me!

so we’re like okay, where can we go, bc i have a one story house and it’s full of family members at thanksgiving. i mean FULL. and redacted is sleeping so we dont wanna bother him, but there is literally nowhere that we can go that a family member wouldnt also be there and see us (damn you, open floor plans!!!) so what else can we do but go outside behind the pool shed, obviously.

now, it IS november in philadelphia, so it’s not WARM, but we’re making it work. i got this man bent over in a tiny corner of backyard, shirt fully off, making him see god. weve got our shoes on and mostly pants except for the important parts. hes not making as much noise as i want him to make (bc duh, we gotta be quiet), but im doing my damnedest to make him squeak, so im touching every inch of him that i can. i remember that i was thinking “i wish i had another hand to grab his hair, bc i already have one hand on his balls and the other on his dick and im not willing to give up on either of those for the sake of making him arch his back.” obviously this was a tough decision by me, but what are you gonna do. also at this point important to mention that i dont actually remember all the details, just flashes of stuff and general vibes. i was definitely like “hurry up and come man, we are on borrowed time here,” but taylor was apparently in no rush no matter how much i played with his dick. also at some point i put my hand on his stomach and could feel his abs and how he was moving every time i did and whew. that was hot.

so TRAGICALLY we were interrupted before the grand finale. i am not pleased but hey, if it’s time for dinner then it’s time for dinner. so i sit next to tzp at dinner and redacted sits on the other side and im TRYING to enjoy my MEAL but those two are definitely doing something under the table. whores.

things get a little weird and dreamscape-y here so i’ll skip most of dinner but the only relevant plot point that came up is i found out about something thats been seriously irritating me at work is happening again and so i was kinda pissed. but anyway.

so after dinner all the cousins decide to get in the pool which is insane to do bc it is NOVEMBER and my parents never even have the pool open at thanksgiving, but it’s my dream so fuck weather patterns in guess. so we’re all in the pool and taylor has clearly still not gotten off and redacted and i are having a good time messing with him, you know how it goes, standard pool shenanigans but nothing too bad bc my parents are RIGHT THERE so. keep it pg. but after we go inside?? oh all bets are OFF.

now here’s where things go bad for me. we go inside and we’re only in our towels and we’re all three looking for a place to fuck and we CANT FIND ONE. it’s only a three bedroom house and all three bedrooms are occupied. for some fucking reason we try my parents room first (which im glad was occupied bc i would not be down to fuck in my parents room, ick), but my little sister and my cousin are in there watching a movie with the little cousins, so thats a big fat no thank you. then we go to my sister’s room which yeah, i wouldnt feel GREAT about fucking in there, but it’s a redacteds threesome on the table and if i have to do it i will. but thats where my uncle and aunt are sleeping and hes in there napping after all the pie so thats another no go. so now im pretty pissed off bc of the work thing and also pls why cant we find a place to just FUCK.

so we go into my old bedroom and im thinking this will be fine, this is where redacted and taylor are sleeping anyway, (why didnt we go there first? whos to say) this will be open and we can get down. but we get in there and two people ive never met before are in the bed. what.

so my family tends to take in a lot of strays around the holidays. if you dont have a place to go for thanksgiving and you know a relative of mine, you are automatically invited to my parents house. theres always like 5-6 unrelated people at dinner just bc my uncle or cousin or whomever showed up and was like “i have extras!” and my mom is always like “dope! come in and eat!” it’s a lovely representation of the welcoming nature of my family and culture and it’s something that i always love to see around the holidays but it is also currently FUCKING ME OVER BC I JUST WANT TO BANG THESE MEN IN PEACE!!!

so im like “excuse me, with all due respect, who the fuck are you.” and the one guy was immediately rude (sir you are in MY BED) and was like “your mom said we could stay here so fuck off.” and im like??? YOU fuck off?? but then another part of me is like “no, your mother raised you better than that, you need to be welcoming to people so they dont feel unwanted.” the thing is that at this moment they are in fact VERY unwanted. so taylor is also pissed and redacted is trying to calm him down but keep in mind that taylor hasnt finished still so hes a bit bitchy. and redacted is like “what if we just went and got a hotel room somewhere,” and im like NO, we are in nothing but our bathing suits, we are all horny and ready to go, this is HAPPENING.

so i go back into my parents room and i ask my cousin hey have you seen my mom and also maybe you guys could watch the movie in the basement bc desperate times call for desperate measures and im not gonna fuck in my parents bed but maybe the floor would be fine. and shes like i think your mom is doing the dishes but why do you need a bedroom all to yourself? and i just gave her a look and i was like come on. why do you think. and she asked “ohh, okay, so wait, where do you see this going with taylor?” and i was like “oh it’s not going anywhere, he’s married to redacted, we just fuck around. it’s great, sometimes redacted joins, sometimes not, but it’s always a good time.” and she was somewhat scandalized and i was like oh right. within the context of my family that would be an objectively insane thing to just drop like that.

so anyway. after that the dream gets all weird and dreamy (there was some plotline with kamala harris i think? i think i worked for her? but she was actually also my irl boss interchangeably? idk). but thats the story of how i fucked taylor at thanksgiving in my subconscious. also i just remembered that while i was fucking him and had my hand on his stomach i could feel the outline of my strap through his abs. have a good day i love you 😘

the outline of your strap though his abs is CRAZY GIA. i love it.

also where'd the strap come from, was it stored behind the pool shed for safe keeping, are you just strapped at all times always ready to bend over a gay man? (me next)

[undead-moth]

Okay I thought I could let this go and just leave it at this post I wrote a bit ago but I can't.

Everything about how the Faks were written this season, including how much screentime they got, can be attributed to fatphobia.

The Faks exemplify a really common fatphobic stereotype that gets heavily relied on in comedy shows. I call it The Lovably Childish Fat Man trope, though there's much more to it than that. Some examples are Scully and Hitchcock from Brooklyn 99, Teddy from Bob's Burgers, Andy from Parks and Rec, and Kevin from The Office.

These characters are dopey, incompetent, clumsy, dumb, sloppy, childish and self-unaware. All of these attributes are used for comedic affect within the story. While these characters are lovable, they are lovable in a, "Isn't it just so endearing how dumb and clumsy and gross they are?" way. It is in the most condescending way possible. These are characters who aren't allowed to be serious and are required to play into the comedy of their fatness, often wearing ill-fitting clothes, overeating, or having their weight become an obstacle in a setting. This is how fat characters can still be made into a joke, and not just a joke, but THE joke, without a single comment ever being made about their weight from any of the thin characters in the story.

Now, when it comes to The Bear, Neil Fak was always an example of this trope - but in the first two seasons it wasn't as egregious. Neil was incompetent in general, but when it came to his job as a maintenance man, he was very competent. He was childish in general, but he was allowed to participate in conversations like any other adult without the sole purpose of his presence being that he was going to say something childish or dumb.

On top of that, all of his incompetence and childishness was balanced out by Richie, who was also immature, incompetent, and self-unaware.

But in the third season, a lot changes.

The biggest change is that the restaurant opens, and so now there is no need for a regular maintenance man who is going to take mold seriously, insist on moving the lockers before painting, and figure out that Michael fucked with the fire alert system to prevent it from going off when he tried to burn The Beef down.

Now, instead, Neil becomes a server in the restaurant, which is something he's woefully incapable of doing, and his incompetency in serving is highlighted for comedic affect.

At the same time, Richie has gone through real character development, and he's no longer unprofessionally dressed. He doesn't lack self-awareness. He's not as outspoken or willfully rude. When he is angry or immature, it is not comparable to a teenager's anger, much less a child. He no longer balances Neil out as a thin character with a lot of the same flaws.

What's worse, is that another Fak was introduced as a character, and he's also fat. Ted Fak becomes a regular rather than someone who's made an appearance or two, and his personality is virtually indistinguishable from Neil's. The only real difference that I can tell between them is that Ted's maturity is closer to on par with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, while this season especially, Neil's maturity was more on par with a nine or ten-year-old.

When I say they're childish, I mean they are literally portrayed like children. They engage in the same conversations you could expect from children. Neil routinely refers to Carmy as his best friend unnecessarily, which is something a child would do, but on top of that the joke is, "Ha ha - can you believe Neil thinks he's Carmy's best friend?" even though Carmy outright admitted that Neil was probably his best friend in season one (which was also intended to be a ha ha funny joke). Ted and Neil also talk about Neil's wall of food critics, and Neil asserts that he would have already been able to tell whether or not one of the food critics had come in, and insists that he's memorized all their faces in a very child-like way. Any time the two of them are engaging in conversation, it's made apparent that the two of them both think they're geniuses exchanging profound wisdom, when in reality everything they say is stupid and uses the logic of children who don't yet understand how complicated everything is.

I really hit my limit when they went to see Claire to tell her Carmy says he's sorry - an act that no two grown ass men would ever decide to do, nor think was appropriate to do, nor helpful to do, nor would they fucking think it's their business, or if they did decide to talk to Claire, they wouldn't bombard the E.R without permission and wander into an operating room in the process. On top of this, they speak too loudly for the indoors, and Neil stammers through saying Carmy is sorry in very simple words, no different than a child saying sorry on the playground, and Claire even responds to them like children, trying to quiet them down, lecturing them about going places they shouldn't, talking them down from apologizing for Carmy because she recognizes it's not as simple as these children think it is, and she even explains it in simple terms to them, while routinely saying, "My love," and, "I love you," and trying to manage their excitement and expectations again - the exact same way you would with a hyper, overly enthusiastic child. With Ted she implies that he gave one of her friends an STD, and gives him a very maternal look and a, "You know what I'm talking about," comment while Ted continues to act obliviously (Ha ha the gross fat man has an std funny joke.)

Literally, you could easily replace these characters with a ten-year-old and a teenager and you wouldn't have to change anything. In fact, it would work better. It would make more sense.

It is possibly the most egregious example of this trope that I have ever seen. It turned a show that was previously actually better than the average TV show when it comes to fatphobia into a show that's actually more fatphobic than most shows I've watched.

And as for why the Faks were so heavily relied on, why they got so much screentime despite there being so many other characters they could have chosen to develop or focus on instead - I think the writers chose to do that because they knew this season was going to be heavier than past seasons.

They knew that the A Plots (Primarily Carmy's worsening behavior in the restaurant, but also Natalie giving birth, and Tina's search for a job after being let go) were all going to be really heavy, serious storylines. But they knew that even if this season was going to be more serious, this show was still a comedy. Not only do they need to keep it in line with its category, but they also had to try to keep the tone consistent with past seasons even though the plots in the past two seasons were not as serious. And particularly with the main storyline, with Carmy's character arc, I don't think Storer wanted to make that comedic at all. Previously, even really heavy moments could be humorous. The humor was dark, sure, but it was there, and so the comedy was threaded seamlessly throughout episodes, and no one character was more responsible for comedy than any other, even in heavy moments. But with this season, it was crucial that Carmy's state of mind feel as serious as it was. It was crucial that the alienation the other characters felt was palpable to us. In order for that to be the case, they couldn't be the ones providing comedic relief. Those moments had to remain incredibly tense, and awkward, and uncomfortable.

So - enter The Faks as Shakespearian-esque Fools.

In order to keep the A Plots properly serious, The Faks provided comic relief in between A Plot scenes. They're fools in intermissions. That's all. This works because Ted and Neil aren't supposed to be real characters. They don't have character arcs. They aren't ever going to be developed in any meaningful way, and so Storer can afford to include numerous empty scenes with them that do nothing to complicate them or reveal anything about them - and this isn't true of most other reoccurring characters in the show.

It's also worth noting that relying on this trope, using this trope as a crutch really, provides endless low-hanging fruit. Most people who had problems with The Faks this season had a problem with them in part because even though they were given so much screentime, and even though they were always being used comically - they were never funny.

This is where Storer fucked up - you know, beyond being a huge fatphobe. Storer was relying on the fact that most people find fatphobia hilarious. It is an easy way to get some laughs. It requires almost no thought. And okay - I understand that there are scenes in which something more is clearly meant to be getting through, particularly with the discussions of "the haunt" - but the Faks are so annoying that whatever was meant to get through doesn't anyway, or if it does, we don't fucking care anymore.

I'm not going to argue that The Bear fandom isn't fatphobic, because they very much are - However - That is not the kind of humor that first drew them to The Bear. The humor in this show previously was dry, dark, clever, absurd - many things, but all very sophisticated and often subtle. That is not only the humor we expected to return this season, it's obviously the humor we like! Since we're returning for season three!

But Storer didn't understand this about his own audience, and so he didn't think it would matter if he relied on a fatphobic stereotype for comedic effect. Honestly, I think it was probably a blind-spot for him, because he doesn't even know that's what he was doing - he just genuinely thinks this fatphobic trope is hilarious, and so do the other writers. It didn't occur to them that the audience wouldn't too. As a result, it is possibly the weakest part, and most universally hated parts of this season.

[pascalscoffin]

Tentaciones Sáficas

-Sapphic Temptations-

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Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. This is… literally just porn. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Reader is a lesbian. Reader is described as having an “athletic body” and is hc’d to go to the gym (do with that what you will), and tattoos (above as well as patchwork on her forearms and hands). Reader and Louis are friends NOT in a relationship. Fat ass crush on Claudia though you’re welcome. Claudia is a liiiittle bit ooc, sorry. Readers nickname is 'Bee'. Smut: Vaginal fingering; oral (f receiving); Strap-on use; Claudia is such a little bottom I'm not sorry, I just like the idea of her being super mean but like... falling apart when someone's got their hand between her thighs; a little lickin', a little bitin'. Reader understands Spanish but only says a couple Spanish words (I think).

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You met Louis Flores your sophomore year of college when you were somehow put in the same dorm room together, you’d stuck it out for a few weeks before everything was straightened up, but you and Louis kept in touch and often hung out between classes.

Now- Louis was a nice boy, and relatively handsome. But there were absolutely no romantic feelings between the two of you, considering you were a raging lesbian who often had a different girl in her bed every night. He was a good friend, stable and straight laced enough he made sure you didn’t go crazy with your exploits, and being a shoulder for you to cry on. You on the other hand, you made sure Louis didn’t waste his life hunched over a book or his laptop studying, and when he needed it you were there for him.

Junior year was when you decided to get an apartment together. That was also when you finally met his mother, Claudia. You’d gone out partying the night before so you slept until about noon, stumbling out of your room in nothing but a tshirt and panties, met with the sight of Louis being smothered in a hug by a woman with a pink cardigan.

At first, Claudia had assumed the two of you were dating and had immediately gone into a tangent about you not wearing any clothes to meet your boyfriend’s mother, cursing you in Spanish. Louis- poor sweet Louis had panicked, frantically explaining to his mother that you weren’t who she thought you were. That he wasn’t your type.

Of course, Claudia was still extremely displeased with your state of undress, and when you came back from your room, now wearing a pair of sweatpants she’d bombarded you. “What does he mean he is not your type? What is wrong with my son? You would be lucky to have him.” You’d suppressed the urge to laugh directly in her face before you explained yourself.

Her face had turned 100 shades of red when you told her that while Louis was a sweet and kind boy, you yourself were a lesbian, and that he was a bit out of your age range. Naturally, she hadn’t quite understood and when she started to go on another rave about how fantastic her son was, you told her you weren’t interested in people your own age.

While she was processing that information, her face bright red and her eyes wide, you’d looked her up and down, smirked a little, and then stepped away from her to grab a water from the fridge.

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It didn’t take long for Claudia to warm up to you, especially when she realized she had another person to talk shit with about Louis’ many girlfriends he would bring home to her. Which isn’t to say you hated any of them, they got Louis help for his depression and ADD, conditions Claudia insisted he didn’t have, but each of them had.. less than redeeming qualities and you and Claudia had made a habit of pointing them out, sometimes in front of the girlfriends, and sometimes alone.

The first time the two of you hung out alone had been a few weeks after you met. You’d been at the door, the woman from the night before smiling and cupping your cheek as you’d said goodbye. She was around Claudia’s age, not quite at that mark but not far from it either. Your arm had been around her back, lips locked with hers before you were pulling away and she was making her way down the hall.

When you looked up you saw Claudia, looking a bit uncomfortable as she headed to the door, nodding politely at the woman before looking at you. “Do you do that often?” You tilted your head curiously before realizing what she meant. “How often is often?” You stepped to the side and let her in. “Louis isn’t here, by the way. He’s at a job interview.”

She walked in regardless and you raised a brow, closing the door behind her slowly. “More than two times a week.” You hummed and pursed your lips. “Then yes. I do it often.” You laughed softly. “It’ll be a while before he-“ “I didn’t come to see my son. I know he is not home.” You raised a brow. “Oh. Alright. So then you came to talk to little ol’ me?”

She nodded, keeping her purse close as she surveyed the wrecked image of the living room you shared with her son. “This was all me.” You told her, starting to pick up couch pillows and the sports bra you were looking for. “Trust me- if Louis saw this living room he’d probably kill me.” When you looked at Claudia you found her staring at the couch like she was putting things together, her face darkening.

You looked at the couch and bit your tongue as you smirked before clearing your throat and looking at Claudia. “We can sit at the bar if you prefer.” You raised a brow, moving past her and sliding a chair out at the bar. Claudia snapped out of her daze when the stool scraped against the floor and quickly walked over and sat down. “Gracias.” She watched as you smiled and went to the fridge.

“De nada. Can I get you something to drink?” You grabbed a water for yourself, always quick to satisfy that dry roughness in your throat after a long night. “We have water, tea, soda, and… fruit punch.” "Tea is fine."

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The second time, you sat closer together, on the couch as Claudia ranted about Louis’ new girlfriend, how shed been so proud of the cookies she brought “and they were store bought!” She’d exclaimed, shaking her head and cursing in Spanish.

You’d laughed a little, amused by Claudia’s nitpicking. “I didn’t like her very much anyway.” You shrugged and made a face. “She tried too hard. Way too hard.” Claudia made a face as she agreed with you.

You’d gotten her a drink, something alcoholic and you’d noticed when you came back she’d scooted a little further away on the couch, held her purse tighter in her lap, one leg crossed over the other and her head spinning around like she was taking in the state of the apartment.

She’d come later in the day, probably as to not run into whoever you’d had over the night before. She avoided the couch pillows that had been on the floor the last time she’d come over, all but sitting on the edge of the couch. You could’ve laughed if you weren’t afraid she’d hit you or something.

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The fifth time she came around, you’d had several dinners with her and Louis at this point so the two of you got along great.

Shed made a habit of coming around when Louis wasn’t home after her second visit, you weren’t sure why but you didn’t mind it either.

Your attraction towards her had grown rapidly, you had a thing for women that didn’t hold back what they thought, a woman with attitude that could still dote and care for you.

She’d started coming earlier, as well, confidently passing whoever you’d had over the night before. This time, as she sat on the couch much more comfortably than before, she crossed her hands over her knees and started to casually rip on the poor woman that had just left.

“She is a step down, no?” You raised a brow at her and laughed in surprise. “What?” “Your women- they are usually prettier.” “Huh…” you looked at the door, and then Claudia and smirked. “I hadn’t noticed.” “I'm just saying. Parecía... bastante desesperada. More so than the rest.” She seemed… a little desperate. She shrugged and looked over at you, regretting it immediately.

You weren’t fully dressed this time, athletic body barely covered by a Calvin Klein sports bra and a pair of gray joggers, the waistband of a pair of women’s boxers peeking out. Tattooed body basically screaming at her, the big one covered your entire torso and shoulders, but the ones on your forearms and hands looked abstract, like they were random rather than one thing, when she’d complained about them to Louis he called them ‘patchwork’, she didn’t understand. But she wasn’t complaining now, she found herself appreciating the ink when she saw it, she'd dreamed about it a few times but she would never admit it, not even to herself.

You raised a brow and then she was speaking again before you could respond. “Do your tattoos have meaning?” She squinted and you looked down at your arms and torso, humming. “Some of them do. This bee right here is for my nickname- friends always called me Bee, the rest of the Bee centered tattoo are just my favorite flowers. This one on my hand is my mom's favorite flower, this one on my wrist is a reference to my dad's favorite movie. A few of them have meaning but a lot of them are just shi-ssstuff I thought was cool.” Learning not to cuss around Claudia had been a bit difficult, but after she whacked the back of your head for the fourth time, you started watching your tongue better.

She hummed and stared at your tattoos for a moment before she frowned and looked at the drink you’d given her. You tilted your head and watched the contemplative look on her face for a moment before speaking. “Something on your mind?” You asked curiously, leaning forward from your laid back position.

"Why not women your own age?" You puffed your cheeks out in thought and shrugged. "No real reason... they know what they want, I guess. Most older women... kinda just go for it, sometimes I have to play the strings a bit but its fun. Plus..." your eyes trailed over her slowly, stopping on her breasts and then sliding to her crossed legs. "They're more mature. Physically and emotionally, if it's just a one off they get that, they can keep the two things separate."

"You don't want to settle down, then?" You shrugged a little. "Maybe eventually, but I'm still young, no point in doing that now, right?" She hummed quietly in thought and nodded along to what you were saying.

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The sixth time she came over was when it all fell into place, though. She'd come later in the day, Louis was off with his current girlfriend and had convinced you to have a quiet night in since you'd gone out every night of the week. He'd had a point anyway.

It was about 9:30 when you heard a knock, not too light but light enough you wouldn't expect Claudia to be on the other side of it. Or to be out at all after 8. "Claudia." You laughed, a little surprised as she gently nudged her way into the apartment, coming to a stop next to the island. "Louis is-" "Out with Alice, yes I know." She turned to you, clutching her purse.

She looked nice, the undershirt she covered with that pink cardigan was a little tighter than usual, cut lower so you could see her cleavage and your mouth was trying to determine if it should be dry or drooling as you cleared your throat. her pants were the same, soft and loose with an off-white color to them, and her slippers she usually wore at home were replaced with a slightly heeled shoe you'd never seen her wear before. "... what's been going on with you lately?" You asked after a moment, causing her to widen her eyes and straighten up. "¿A qué te refieres?" What do you mean?

You raised a brow and slowly moved closer to her. You hoped you were reading the last few visits right, hoped you weren't reading too much into the questions about the women that spent the night in your apartment or the lingering stares you'd begun to notice. "You haven't really been yourself- no snappy remarks about my state of undress, or a mess in the living room, you were particularly harsh about my rameras grabbing their things when you sat on that bra after dinner with Louis last week." Whores You tilted your head a bit. “He told you I said that?” “He did.”

Claudia opened and closed her mouth, a bit like a fish before you continued. "And then there's your clothes.." "my clothing?" You nodded and let your eyes fall to her cleavage, your tongue running along your bottom lip slowly before you looked back up at her eyes. "Unless... I'm reading this wrong and you're trying out something new." You tilted your head a bit and she opened her mouth, closed it, and then finally spoke.

"A friend in my club de lectura... was talking." Book club She cleared her throat. "And she mentioned trying something... new... with a younger woman." You raised a brow and crossed your arms slowly. "Mhm..." Claudia furrowed her brows a bit as she thought.

What was she doing here? She was actually going to ask you... no. No, she wasn't going to ask that. She wanted to put truth to what she'd heard. That's all. Then why did she wear this ridiculous shirt? She was a grown woman, in her golden years, she had no business showing off her breasts, especially not to someone young enough to be her daughter.

"She mentioned your name. I wanted to know if it was another Bee or if it was you." You blinked a couple times and then cleared your throat. "... okay." She nodded and then pulled a folded picture from her purse and handed it to you. You took the picture curiously and looked down at it, immediately recognizing her. "Oh, yeah. Anastasia. She was here... gosh about a month ago. It was one of those days you came later in the day, i think you'd managed to just barely miss her, actually."

Claudia's eyes widen and she snatched the photo from your hands. "That is all. Goodnight." She went to move past you but you quickly stepped in front of her with a soft laugh. "Woah. What's the rush? You came all the way here for a yes or no question?" You raised a brow as she huffed. "I wanted to confirm the things she said. I have. Now I'm leaving."

"Well... technically all you did was confirm that she was here." You teased lightly, watching her cheeks as they darkened more than they already had, her hand reaching up to move some of her soft white hair out of her face. "When?" She snapped her head towards you with a curious frown. "¿Qué?" You laughed softly. "When was this bookclub meeting?"

She huffed and looked towards the door before responding. "Two weeks ago." A slow smirk spread across your face. "Oh, really? Hm, let's see, that's right around the last time we were alone, no?" You tilted your head and she glared at you before looking to the side to avoid your eyes.

People didn't make her nervous, she made people nervous. She wasn't used to this, being on the receiving end of some form of taunting, being made to feel small. She didn't... hate it.

"Yes. I wanted to see if I could tell that she was here. Are you happy?" Claudia scoffed and held her purse close again as you laughed softly. "Hm..." You smirked a bit and her cheeks turned pink as you moved closer and reached out to gently pull her purse from where it was pressed against her torso, setting it down on the island slowly and turning your eyes back to her. "Why?" You asked softly.

"¿Por qué?" Why? Claudia mumbled to herself with a small frown, like she hadn't expected to be asked that question, like she hadn't thought of why she wanted to know so bad. You nodded and slowly crowded her against the island, leaving her room to push you off and move away if she really wanted to. "Mhm... why did it matter so much?"

Claudia opened her mouth, brows furrowed together. Why did it matter so much? You were grown, you weren't her child, you could seduce whomever you wanted, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Was she jealous? No... no she wasn't jealous. She wasn't interested in women, she wasn't, sure in highschool she... experimented with friends but that's all it had been, simple exploration.... the fact that she thought about it for decades afterwards doesn't mean anything.

It certainly doesn't mean she wants you to do to her what you'd done to Anastasia.

"You know... if you wanted to try... I would be open to it." You were caging her in a bit, hands pressed on the island on either side of her hips, looking into her eyes with a soft smile. Claudia's eyes widened. "¿P-perdón?" E-excuse me? She stuttered, shaking her head a little.

"Well I can keep a secret. You won't have to worry about Louis finding out... you get to relax, let go of some of that tension..." one of your hands moved from the counter and landed gently on her waist, high enough that it could still be considered friendly, bordering just on the lines of something else. "And experience something new- just for you."

Please say yes repeated over in your head like a mantra. Been dreaming about it. Please

At first it looked like she was going to say no, deny you and run out to call Louis and tell him to move back in with her. But then she was looking down at the hand on her waist, her eyes trailing the length of your arm, across your clavicle, and then down to your waist. You wondered how detailed Ana had gotten, if she'd told Claudia and the gaggle of horny milfs about the toy.

".... Dios mio." You heard Claudia whisper before her lips were shoved against yours. You hummed and brought your other hand to her cheek as your hand squeezed her hip and pressed her into the counter, stepping closer to press against her as she let out a soft moan.

You hummed softly and gently nudged her legs apart with your knee as your hand slid from her waist and dipped into her pants, your hand cupping over her through her underwear. Claudia groaned and dropped her head back for a second before coming back in to kiss you, pushing down into your hand as your tongues tangled.

You smiled a bit against her mouth and ran your fingers over her clit through her underwear slowly as she moaned. Her hips pressed into your hand a little, her hands reaching out to grip onto the black tshirt you were wearing.

You pulled away to presses kisses to her neck, sighing happily as you nuzzled her a bit. "Wanted to do this so bad." You whispered against her ear as she shuddered. "¿En serio? ¿Cuánto tiempo?" You have? How long?

You grinned and nodded. "Mmm since you yelled at me for not wearing any pants." You laughed softly. "Think you're hot when you get angry like that." You purred softly and nipped at her earlobe as she gasped. "And when you hit me for cussing?" You huffed and bit her shoulder this time. "Makes me wanna fuck the meanness right out of you." As you said that you slid your hand up and then pushed it past the waistband of her panties.

Claudia gasped a little louder and moaned as she dropped her back for a second, shuddering a little as you started rubbing her clit again, this time without her satiny underwear in the way. A grin spread across your face as you watched her, biting your lip lightly. “Knew you’d be pretty, too.” You whispered softly.

Her face was red, spreading to her ears and then down her neck and chest. Your eyes fell to her cleavage and you groaned quietly before pressing kisses down her neck, to her clavicle, and then finally nuzzling into her breasts a little, pressing kisses to the exposed flesh.

Claudia was looking down at the top of your head, blinking blearily as she rocked down against your hand, holding onto your arm tightly. “Necesito más. Por favor, por favor necesito más.” I need more. Please, please I need more. She begged.

You cooed softly but gave her what she wanted, sliding two fingers into her with just a little resistance as she gasped and moaned. “Sí.” She opened her eyes to look at you and was met with you staring wide eyed at her breasts, watching her chest rise and lower before you leaned down to press a kiss to the mole on top of her breasts.

You peered up at her, grinning a little as you started fucking your fingers into her. She whined and pushed down on your fingers, shuddering happily. “So good. You’re so good.” She held onto your shirt as she rocked down on your fingers.

You hummed happily and leaned close to her neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin before sliding your tongue from where her neck and shoulder met, up to the little spot behind her ear before pressing against it, making her yelp and moan louder. The yelp was a surprise, but you recovered quick enough and laughed lowly as you tugged on her earlobe before starting to fuck her deeper with your fingers. Her legs shook a little, her grip on you tightening as she moaned and rocked down on your fingers.

“Poor mama.” You purred softly. “Pussies been neglected so long, huh?” You ground the heel of your palm into her clit as you massaged that familiar spot you’d been searching for. “Jus’ been waitin’ for someone to treat her right.” Claudia shuddered and gasped, grinding down on your fingers as she nodded rapidly, she didn't have the mind to scold you for being so explicit about it.

Unfortunately, because God hates you and wants you to suffer, you started to heard keys in the lock, Louis' keys obviously, and managed to pull away just before he and Alice stumbled into the apartment, giggles falling from her lips.

Alice. You didn't like Alice, something felt fake there, something in the way she smiled and spoke, the way she always wanted to be close to you, lingering around the apartment, sometimes half-dressed as she sat next to you. But Louis liked her, and since she hadn't actually done anything yet, it was possible you were just imagining things.

"¿Mamá? ¿Qué haces aquí?" Mom? What are you doing here? Louis came to a stop with a small frown, looking between you and his mother as you stepped away from her and towards the fridge. "Left my lighter last time we were at dinner. She was kind enough to bring it back." You licked your fingers clean as you opened the fridge, trying to seem calm as Claudia nodded rapidly and made her way to do the door.

"Yes. I know she needs it for her.. candles and.. such. So." Claudia cleared her throat loudly and straightened herself up a bit before smiling a soft smile at Louis, a slightly bitter one for Alice, and an unreadable one at you before she was hurrying out the door with a rush Adiós.

Louis and Alice looked at you as the door closed. "Was she alright? She wasn't yelling at you for something was she?" You rolled your head and shook your head, sitting your drink down. "No, Louis. You know I love your mom. Even if she did yell at me- I'd do anything for the woman." Louis furrowed his brows suspiciously before nodding. "Alright well... we'll see you in the morning."

You nodded and saluted to him as he tugged Alice to his room, making a face when you noticed the way Alice's eyes had scanned over you. You shuddered a little before sighing and going to your own room. Horny and lonely. Lonely.

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The next day you decided to go to her house. Alice and Louis would be in the apartment all day, so at 12:30 you packed your little backpack and went to Claudia's house. You hesitated at first, knuckles hovering before you knocked on the door, chewing on your bottom lip.

By 1:15 you were in her bed, buried between her legs with your tongue as deep inside of her as you could get it, Spanish explitives flying from her mouth as she rocked down on your tongue, fingers gripped tightly in your hair. You moaned and whimpered happily, reaching between your legs to give yourself some relief, looking up at her the best you could as you licked and sucked on her clit eagerly, slurping a little as her wetness started to pool.

You'd been on her the second you found out she wasn't expecting any company, your tongue down her throat and your hand in her pants, fucking into that spongey spot you'd felt the night before. You'd just barely made it to her bedroom before you were shoving her pants down and pushing her onto the bed, diving deep between her legs as she let out a loud moan.

By 1:30 you were climbing off the bed, grabbing your backpack and pulling out the red, velvet harness and strapping it on once you had the dildo put in place. It was a healthy 7 inches, thick and curved a bit towards the tip with fake veins added for friction. The color was a fleshy color, matching your own perfectly.

Claudia looked at you in awe, lifting up on her elbows a bit. Her cheeks and neck were red, travelling down her chest, skin shiny with sweat as she panted softly. "Oh mi … te ves hermosa, Bee." Oh my... you look beautiful, Bee. She said breathlessly, making you smile a little as you laughed, tightening the harness around your waist. "Thank you." You leaned down and kissed her softly, cupping her cheek gently.

With your other hand you reached down to guide the fake cock into her, pressing your forehead against hers as she let out a long, low gasp, her eyes fluttering shut. That was your favorite part, watching the pleasure fill their body and make them go slack under you almost immediately. All for you. Because of you.

You let go of the dildo and set your thumb on her clit, rubbing in soft concentric circles, waiting for Claudia's rapid head nod before you started fucking into her, grinding your hips at a torturously slow pace as she moaned deeply. You leaned back, watching her closely as you fucked into her.

Her skin was tan, glistening in the light from her lamp as a thin sheet of sweat covered it, darkening as the blush deepened and spread further down her chest. “Look so pretty like this, Claudia.” You mumbled softly, running your hands over her curves before sliding up and squeezing her breasts gently. “Been dreaming about getting you like this.” You shook your head. “Knew you’d be so pretty under me.”

Claudia moaned as she looked up at you, big brown eyes wide and wet as her fingers tangled in her sheets tightly. “Harder. Por favor. Harder.” She whimpered, rocking her hips to meet yours.

You cooed. “Shh, I got you.” You gently pushed her hips down and started fucking into her harder, keeping the same pace because anyone with brain cells knows harder doesn’t mean faster. She moaned louder, her eyelids fluttering as her back arched off the bed and she pulled on the bedsheet, gasping softly.

You reached down and started rubbing her clit, moaning softly when the dildo started to get creamy, grinning widely. “Look at that…” you pulled out some and reached down to collect it on your finger before holding it out to her. “Taste.” You thought she was going to say no, peering at your finger like you were crazy before she leaned down and sucked your finger clean, keeping her eyes glued to yours.

You grinned and grabbed her jaw gently before diving in to kiss her, moaning happily as her taste spread through both of your mouths. “Fuck..” you mumbled softly before reaching down to rub circles on her clit again, pushing into the kiss.

It wasn’t long before Claudia’s eyes were squeezing shut tightly, a loud moan spilling from her mouth as she came, legs trembling as she wrapped them around you to keep you close. You kept up what you were doing, rubbing her clit while you ground your hips much slower and softer than you had before as you worked her through it.

When her trembles were reduced to the occasional twitch, you slid out and pressed kisses to her cheek and neck as you laid next to her and loosened the harness to pull it off.

“Dios mio.” She whispered softly, staring at the ceiling as you laughed softly. “Stay there.” You kissed her cheek again before climbing out of bed. You got her a glass of water and a clean warm towel, you handed her the water as you sat between her legs to clean her up. “You made a mess.”

She huffed and nudged you with her foot. “Don’t be vile.” You rolled your eyes as you laughed. “It’s true.” “You talk like you were raised in a barn.” She furrowed her brows. “I keep forgetting you’re a classy lady.” You teased with a soft pout, tossing the rag to the floor.

Then you felt a smack to the side of your head. “Ow-!” “Pick that up. There’s a laundry hamper in the bathroom.” You grumbled and got up, picking up the rag and taking it to the bathroom, dropping it in the hamper before coming back to her room and laying in bed next to her.

“Could do this all day. Should do this all day.” You hummed softly and closed your eyes. “Alice is at the apartment- and I don’t like being around her.” You sighed heavily. “Why?” You felt the bed sink as Claudia laid back next to you.

You looked over at her with a hum, smiling softly when you looked in her eyes, sighing. “She’s weird. Think she’s trying to come onto me or something.” You shrugged a little. “Jokes on her though.” You hummed. “Already got the one I want.” You winked as her cheeks brightened and she shook her head.

“Louis should break up with her.” “Yeah I’ve tried several times already. She’s got him pussy whipped or- if you don’t stop hitting me.” You rubbed your chest and glared at her. “Stop cursing in my house and I’ll stop hitting you.”

You huffed and shook your head before looking up at the ceiling again, smiling softly and laughing as you closed your eyes. “I got more stuff to show you.” “.. I don’t have anything coming up today.” You grinned and bit your lip lightly. “Well we can make it an all day thing… at least until Louis starts getting nosey.” You shrugged. “He’ll call when Alice leaves. He hates being alone, Y’know. That’s why he’s got all the girlfriends.”

Claudia huffed. “My son is not lonely. Flores’ do not get lonely.” You rolled your eyes. “If they didn’t get lonely… you wouldn’t be laid up with a girl young enough to be your daughter.” You smirked and moved on top of her, tilting your head before slowly kissing down her body. “Now- we’re gonna stop talking about Louis so that I can give you the attention you deserve.”

She swallowed thickly and let her head fall back as she watched you disappear under the blanket, eyelids fluttering as her fingers tangled in the sheets again.

“Dios Mio~.”

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You've been sending me perfect asks on my blog... So now I shall retaliate >:) (I know you probably know who this is, but I got too embarrassed to send this from my normal blog and I couldn't figure out how to switch blogs for asks 😅)

- Freddy lightly dragging his blades over your shoulders and back to get a reaction out of you. He can use his dream magic to control how sharp the blades are (I hope) so it can be completely safe texture play.

- (im mot sure exactly how you feel about Audrey... But i do know you like their voice~) Audrey II crooning and sweet talking to you while you're trying to do your work. They can't exactly sneak up behind you and whisper in your ear, but that doesn't mean they don't can't make you flustered with what they say.

- You're on a hunting trip with Jim Bickerman and whoever else is with him. You all settle down for the night, but there seems to not be enough tents for all of you. There's only one tent left, and you and Jim are the only ones who don't have one yet... And that old man is looking at you with that damn smirk of his, "Well, ain't this quite the predicament sweetheart~?"

- Being in a relationship with Wheezy and Greasy... And they both get ~in the mood~ at the same time. How would you go about this?

- Cruella designing specific outfits she wants to see you in, just for you... Including clothes to wear when you're supposed to be waiting for her~

I wanted to add more... But I ran out of ideas XD I hope you like these 😏 XD

AHHH! Yes!! I am so glad you have been enjoying my asks!! Their will be more!! And thankkkk you so much for these <3<3 I HAD to write some of them XDD Just like, excerpts ^^

Includes/Warnings:

Audrey II x Reader- Voice kink, sexual references, human/plant relations, manhandling, and someeee... touching. 🙃🙃🙃😅 (Not explicit)

Cruella De Vil x AFAB!Reader- ... you must know at this point I cannot hold myself back with Cruella XD 😅 So this one is explicit... It describes pictures she has drawn of you in those outifts... and in some particular positions.

Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel- Threesome!! Cunt eating (Greasy) and dirty talk/teasing (Wheezy). Also I think reader is in some sorta space. Tiny bit of a sharp teeth kink. R e a l l y explicit.

Jim Bickerman x Fem!Reader- Established relationship, semi-public sexual shenanigans, getting caught (Semi-explicit)

Audrey II:

"Y/N... " A vine moseys over to your desk after a short amount of silence and prods the squishy area of skin at your middle, and you respond by wrapping your arm around your tummy; Not looking over at the overgrown Venus fly trap. Not paying them any of the attention they crave. "baby... doll... watcha doin'?"

"Working, Audrey, shush." You keep your voice even, which you know will drive them crazy, and continue writing.

"Shu- Me?? Oh no, darlin', I don't think so!~ " The vine that poked at your tummy fat lifts towards your desk instead, then- but you push it away before he can snatch your homework away. They gasp. "Excuse me??"

"I'm really busy right now, I'll entertain you later."

For a moment they manage to stay quiet, but you can practically feel the cogs turning in their brain. You know your study time is not going to last long. "... Hmmm... " He hums, the sound sending a little shameful tingle all the way through you; Making you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment and cross one leg over the other, before refocusing on your work. No, no. The damn plant will not distract you today. You have got to get this essay done!! "I gotta say baby... I have to disagree with you~ "

"Good thing you don't get a say- " You're cut off when 4 vines wrap around the legs of your chair and suddenly tear you around to face him; dragging you closer and closer in the chair towards the corner Audrey lives in. Theirs a big smirk on the horrible fauna's huge mouth, and you know you have to get out now. Quickly you hop off the chair and rush back to your desk, gathering up your things in your arms. "Audrey, I'm just gonna go study at the library. I'll be back later toni- "

"Oh no no sweetheart~ Not so fast~ " Oh god, the way they call you sweetheart has you freezing totally still for a moment-

-And that, was all the time Audrey needed to wrap one of their thicker vines around your middle and slowly drag your body towards them this time; Causing you to drop some things, along the way. "Oh!- My stu- "

"Don't worry about it, baby! We're doin' something else, now~ Now c'mon... I wanna see you writhe... "Fuck. "... so go ahead and let go a' those books for me. Let go, baby... " You get the feeling he must mean to let go of more then just your books when he says it like that, but you refuse to let go of anything.

"Audrey, this is important." You beg, holding your books tight against your chest even as he tugs at them from the bottom. "I- "

"Don't you want me to be nice to you??... Y/N, I can be so goddamn nice... You don't know how nice~ I can be to you, yet... But I'll show ya!~ I'll show ya the ropes~ " At that, the vine around your waist shifts upwards a little bit, pulling up your shirt with it, and another vine curls into the waistband of your bottoms. "I can be your best friend, baby!"

Eyes wide, surprised at how this night is progressing and even more horrified that you don't want it to stop- not with Audrey talking to you like this- you let them steal your books and take them away. The huge, inhuman grin on Audrey's 'face' broadens, and that same vine comes back to wrap around your hair and hold it back from your face- and take control over your head. "Ah- "

"Don't worry baby. We're gonna have some fun tonight... just you and me... "

Cruella De Vil:

You hadn't seen this book, before. Which was odd, because Cruella often used the same brand for her sketches- always the same sleek, black leather binding and impossibly crisp paper you're cutting yourself on.

This one was no different. And she dropped it on your desk just the same as she always did, with enough force to send any loose papers flying so she could roll her eyes at you and complain that your desk is a disgusting mess as always. She even told you what you were to do with it, like you hadn't done it a million times before. Like you were unaware of the drill, even at this point. Because apparently you're an idiot.

It was all quite normal.

That is, until you opened the book so you could make copies of the sketches for manufacturing to keep. Until you looked at the new sketches.

Immediately you thrust the pages hard against your chest as fast as you can, dreading anyone else seeing what you just saw and looking around to make sure that you're alone in the room. Because- porn.

It was porn. There was no other way to describe it, from the... graphic positions the women were in, to the almost lack of clothes entirely. Being Cruella's assistant, you had seen plenty of lingerie sketches before, but they were usually tasteful! These... from what you saw before you hid them, they were just...

Obnoxiously horny.

Eyes wide and nervous, you slowly pull the book away from your chest to look again, so so curious despite your embarrassment and hot cheeks, and- yep. Definitely. Still porn. Cruella De Vil had sat in her glass office today looking oh so professional, and drawn porn.

... You cant stop looking at them. They're great, actually. You can feel your pussy throb, as your thumb runs over the center of a particularly well-done sketch; One where the woman is sat down with her knees spread wide and her head tuned away, eyes closed. Her cunt's open and shaded red, the only colour Cruella has added to the sharp, black-and-white pages.

You're so unbelievably hot at these pictures, just looking at them - distracted by particular parts of them, - , that at first you don't read the labelling at all. Cruella's handwriting in this book is all in cursive, and you have to focus to read it, but when you do begin to go through the notes... you feel yourself get even hotter.

Your name is all over the pages. Y/N in fur, written on top of a woman stood terribly naked, wearing just a fur hat and fur boots. Y/N in silk, written beside the woman with her beautiful red pussy bare on the page and a very shiny silk chemise bunched up around her hips. Y/N in chiffon, written beside a woman wearing just a long chiffon skirt and arms raised away from her confidently bare chest. Y/N in satin, written beside a woman with her hands on her hips, holding a long satin robe back from hiding her body- at all.

Y/N in- Y/N in- Y/N in-

After a while, and your eyes are the size of saucers while your underwear is absolutely soiled, you plop down finally in a chair by the photo copier and turn to the last page. Theirs a sticky note on it, but you peel it off in order to see the final picture, and give a choke gasp at the image Cruella's drawn for you.

An absolutely tasteless picture of a woman - you, - bent over a familiar desk, with your feet spread wide so your ass and cunt are on full display to anyone looking. The angle is from just above, as if you're standing just behind the woman - you, - and she's preparing to take you in. God, you can feel yourself clenching at the sight- the thought- the idea-

Is this what Cruella wants? Does she want you like this? Does she want to fuck you this badly??

As if as an after thought, you look at the sticky note.

Y/N,

My Office. Later tonight after everyone leaves.

Cruella De Vil

Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel:

You were already with Greasy when Wheezy walked into the room, and he knew damn well what the two of you were up to- he always knew- he just doesn't always want to do it too. He doesn't have as big a drive as the two of you do.

But evidently today is one of the days where he does want to fuck, he is in the mood. This is evident when he walks in and locks the door behind him; not taking his cool eyes, dark with lust, on you with Greasy's mouth moving on- against- around your cunt.

Wheezy's eyes flicker up to your face, raising his brows- as if asking, if theirs room for one more.

You open your mouth to tell him yes, of course, but its Greasy who responds. He didn't see the question Wheezy silently posed, but he can tell since you're not freaking out that someone has come in right now, that it has to be your other boyfriend. He pops his mouth off of you, though he doesn't take his eyes off of it at all, mesmerised by what is definitely one of his favourite things in the world, and instead just moves to rub his thumb against your clit. "Welcome in, el fumador... help yourself~ we're just beginning here... "

... Wheezy smirks, rolling his sleeves up more securely and strolling over to the bed, leaning over you as you move your head to see him. He gives you a little hello kiss when you crane your neck back because he's right beside the bed now, and strokes your hair for a moment.... Then his eyes slide right back down to Greasy and what he's doing to you, and how slick you are, and a mischievous look that makes you even hornier flickers in his eyes. "Really, Grease? Looks like you've been workin' her for- damn. Hours, now. She looks like she's ready to pop."

"I'm just that good, I guess!~ "

"Mhm... "

Needy and non-verbal, you just reach for Wheezy's shirt collar and drag him back down to you and your parted lips as Greasy connects his mouth to you once again; Slipping your tongue immediately into his mouth while your other boyfriend devours your cunt like his favourite meal. You kiss Wheezy with all the want you're feeling, meshing your mouths together slowly but licking his tongue so dirty you would feel embarrassed, if you weren't so close. He reciprocates, easily giving you what you want, taking care of his needy, desperate girl without even touching you anywhere inappropriate.

He pulls away too soon, and you let out a sad little whine, as he brushes a thumb over your lips and gives a smokey chuckle. He's still so close! Why is he doing this?- "Its okay, baby, its alright... we're gonna take care of you... "

"Please- "

"Y'feel Grease down there?? Does that feel good?" Quickly you nod, your fingers still curled around Wheezy's collar. It feels really, really good- his tongue is so deep- "Make sure y'tell him how good he's doing, cutie, he deserves some praise dontcha think??"

Eyes wide, you nod again. Greasy does deserve it. "Its so- so good- "

"Hear that Grease?? So, so good... "

Greasy moans and nods into your most private place and it has you bucking, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from making a terribly load sound- which just makes him chuckle against you, sharp teeth brushing against your delicate skin.

"Now... lay down, baby. I need a little something, too today. Its been a hard week... " Your eyes slip downwards towards Wheezy's hands as he unbuckles his belt, causing your mouth to actually water. "... and you wanna help me out, dontcha? Yeahhh, I know you do... you're a good baby... " As you nod once again, eager to please, Wheezy gives another smirk; looking down to Greasy. "Isn't she, Grease?"

In responce, Greasy shows you both as he shoves his hand down in his own pants.

Jim Bickerman x Reader:

To your credit, you did try to keep it to a goodnight kiss tonight.

... The key word being try. When you noticed him watching you in that way that reminds you he's a hunter while you were just getting comfy in your sleeping bag, you had asked him what? And when he had acted all innocent like he hadn't been practically licking his chops at you, you explained that you were not having sex in this tent tonight because a. the tent is not sound proof and b. it was inappropriate. The poor men you're camping with did not need to experience that.

And you didn't need to be looking them in the eyes the next day knowing that they are now privy the sound you make when the creepy old man hits that particular spot deep inside you, to be frank.

You even said goodnight, and held the sleeping bag over your head.

But fuckkkkkkkkk you cant help yourself. You're almost as bad as Jim is- actually, scratch that almost. You are as bad. That's why he's so perfect.

All of 2 minutes later, you were giving a groan at your own lack of self control (You've really got to work on that), crawling out of your sleeping bag (Pulling the flannel Jim leant you, or you stole from him, tight around you to shield you from the cold), and finding yourself straddling him. From below he gives a smirk, about to say something like I told you so, or I thought so, or ha ha- but you just silently shake your head at him and lean down to kiss him. Like no- nope. No gloating. If you gloat sir, you die.

For a while its just kissing, his beard rubbing against your face and the brim of his hat grinding into your forehead until you take it off him- chucking to an unknown corner of the tent. This makes him chuckle, as you release his mouth to breath and give him a bemused grin, nose scrunched up slightly at him, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and then his clothed shoulder.

He curls his fingers into the loops in your jeans - you hadn't bothered to get changed to go to sleep, it was way too cold, - and tugged your hips against his. "Mmm... I can feel you all hot and throbbing, sweetheart... somethin' you wanna tell me? Maybe you don't think this is so inappropriate??... " When you lift yourself up to give him a deadpanned look, his eyes light up very purposefully and he makes 'oh' sound. "Orr, maybe you like that... "

You just hold up a finger, like quiet, before kissing him again. This time he doesn't let that be it, disconnecting his mouth from yours way too soon in favour of leaning up a little whispering in your ear. "Your mess in your pants is distractin' me. I'm gonna need you to take them off... "

"Hm~" You hum, leaving him and standing up the best you can in the small tent to wriggle out of your jeans, kicking them off into the same corner his hat went so you're left in your shirt and Jim's blue flannel. Jim eagerly undoes his own pants then, too, so when you lower yourself back onto him you can easily access the poor man's painfully hard cock, sitting hot and impatient underneath you, behind cotton boxers. Wow, you think vaguely. He can sure hold himself together well- you didn't think he needed you this badly!! You might have taken mercy on him sooner if you'd known... Well- "... Do you have- "

Before you can even finish the sentence, he's offering you a condom from who-knows-where. It makes you snort as you accept it. "What a gentleman... "

"I do try, pumpkin."

"Okay," You grin, shaking your head and trying to go back to that quiet, purposeful mood from before despite Jim making you smile. "Okay- we doing this?" You're still giggling a little, the heat of the moment and the middle-of-the-night sillies getting to you now. "G'head then, whip it out- "

Suddenly you're cut off- and its not by Jim, or your own giggling. Its by someone outside the tent- "PLEASE, don't!!" They yell suddenly, followed by a couple of others voicing their agreement with grunts and pleases and one particularly pained jesus christ jim, let us sleep!! He sounded like he was in the tent right next door.

"... Oh god- " You start, face heated up like a stove as you pull part of the flannel up to cover your face some, half laughing still from the night-time hysteria and this ridiculous situation, and looking down to connect eyes with Jim.

He looks like he's about to lose his composure, too, and then someone's shoe gets thrown at the side of your tent and you both burst out laughing.

(Annnnnd thank goodness this is finally done- I can go read your Scroop Headcanons now XD)