#yasmine x chubby reader

[gemini-sensei]

I can't stop thinking about what Demetri & Yas would do if they had Chubby!Reader all to themselves on a secluded corner of the beach during their beach day 😩 I just know it would involve lots rubbing sunscreen all over each other, lots of passionate kisses and touches as well as maybe some more spicy fun in the sun ;)

I just know Yasmine has her own cabana she'd bring to the beach and it can be closed for privacy reasons 😏 so they'd have a nice shady spot to do whatever they'd like. She's totally made a beach playlist for them to listen to while they're there with all the best summer songs.

Demetri would definitely like rubbing sunscreen all over Yas and Reader or watching them lotion each other up. Their hands pass over one another's bodies and really rub it in, moving bikini straps to the side to get those areas "just in case." They'd make a whole little show out of it just for Demetri's entertainment and he can hardly contain himself. Maybe he'll help Yasmine get Reader coated in the smooth white cream and get her legs while Yasmine gets Reader's chest.

This would of course lead to some other fun activities. Reader sitting on Demetri's lap or, if they're feeling a little mischievous, Yas and Reader would pull away from Dem and start dancing to the music. Demetri would sit back and watch for a while before he pulls one or both of them to him and try to get one to sit on his lap because he's undeniably hard and some friction would be nice. He may even go up behind Reader and let her feel his hard-on as she shakes her ass.

All roads lead to Yasmine laid out on one of their beach chairs, bikini bottoms hanging off the arm, as Reader eats her out and plays with her tits. Demetri is behind Reader with her own bikini pulled to the side so he can fuck her pretty, fat cunt. He holds her hips and watches the way her ass jiggles with the impact of his thrusts, only to look up and watch Yasmine's face as she feels Reader moaning against her clit and pinch her nipples through her pretty bikini top.

It's a nice way to spend a beach day.

[sensei-venus]

@gemini-sensei omg I need Yasmine just laying in silence on her bed after having the most intense orgasm ever after fingering herself to the idea of Demetri and Chubby!Reader.

Imagine she somehow finds out how big Demetri is, then starts thinking about how small Reader is.

Maybe she starts to develop a size kink because of them.

Then one day she starts playing with herself and she imagines watching the couple have sex. Her main fantasy is getting to watch Reader suck Demetri off. Watching the tiny girl try to stuff Demetri’s fat cock in her chubby cheeks.

Her fingers speed up against her pretty clit at the thought.

She wonders if the girl will gag, does she choke? Does she make a show out of it? Does Demetri like that kind of thing? She can only imagine that a nerd like him would enjoy that kind of thing. Being as nasty as can be. Yasmine wants to hear it, see it, even touch it. She wants to see the girl cry fat tears and spit spilling out from between her lips and Demetri’s cock.

She doesn’t want to admit that just minutes later after imagining that whole scenario, she’s shaking while squirting all over her own hand.

She hates that such basic people, a nerd and his fat girlfriend could make her pussy quiver.

[gemini-sensei]

I'll be working in these soon so send them in! 😁

LOCATION  BASED  SMUT  PROMPTS

TRANSPORATION 

one muse gives the other oral while they drive. 

driver uses one hand to finger the other while on a long road trip.

muses join mile high club in an airplane restroom.

in an airplane one muse has to be quiet while the other muse plays with them in their seats.

muses tease each other in the back of a taxi cab on the way home. 

while driving home after a date,  they get too impatient and pull into a parking lot to have sex. 

while driving in the middle of a forest,  our muses pull onto the side of the road for sex. 

our muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break.  they have sex inside the car while waiting for it to clear. 

while at the drive in theater,  muses participate in foreplay. 

while at the drive in theater,  muses forego watching the movie to have sex. 

revenge sex in someone else’s car. 

sex in someone else’s car due to impatience and carelessness. 

a quickie while parallel parked on a busy road. 

in an empty train car while freighthopping. 

in a crowded bus,  one muse sitting in the others lap purposefully and subtly grinding to get them worked up. 

in a private jet,  on the way to a business trip. 

in a private jet,  on the way to a vacation spot. 

one muse masturbates while the other drives. 

driver instructs the passenger to touch themselves through guided masturbation. 

while one muse drives,  they describe what they want to do to the passenger who isn’t allowed to touch themselves. 

NATURE

sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic. 

one muse holding the other up against a tree. 

in a cabin in the middle of a rainstorm late at night. 

in a cabin in the middle of a heavy snowstorm during the day. 

in the bed of a truck in front of hiking trails. 

in the bed of a truck while stargazing. 

a plateau overlooking the ocean on a cloudy day. 

one muse has been napping in a hammock and the other wakes them by beginning to finger them. 

muses get distracted from sunbathing and start to fool around by a poolside or lake. 

inside a gazebo while it rains. 

a little ways off from a hiking trail,  hidden by thick foliage. 

mutual masturbation while camping in a tent. 

beneath the shade of trees in the middle of an orchard. 

between rows in a vineyard. 

hidden away in the dead end of a hedge maze. 

PUBLIC

in a bar or restaurant,  one muse sneaks under table to eat out the other. 

in a bar or restaurant,  muses discuss in detail what they’re going to do to each other once they get home. 

inside the stall of restroom in a bar. 

inside a single bathroom of a place of service (restaurant,  store,  club etc.)

in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city.

a quickie in a diner restroom before getting back on the road. 

up on a rooftop where no one is supposed to be. 

inside one muses’s office. 

inside a third party’s office they shouldn’t have access to. 

inside an empty church on a weekday. 

one muse fondling the other while they’re trying to shop. 

foreplay and teasing in the dressing room of a store. 

oral performed while hidden in a storage room or closet. 

inside an abandoned house. 

hushed sex while staying in the guest room of another’s home. 

in the middle of a park late at night. 

PRIVATE

on the floor,  in front of the fireplace to warm up after coming inside from winter storm. 

one muse on the bathroom counter while the other stands. 

in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves. 

to break in a new house or apartment,  boxes scattered about and furniture newly placed. 

bent over a table while something bakes in the oven. 

on the kitchen counter with half-eaten plates of breakfast forgotten. 

one muse spread out across the top of a grand piano,  pretty woman style. 

rushed and desperate,  messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom. 

one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background,  movie forgotten entirely. 

on the balcony in early morning,  where neighbors might see,  but no one will likely look. 

[happilykrispypirate]

It hurts too much

A/N: Hi! So I haven't posted anything on Tumblr in forever but I was trying and I lost all my motivation. I was struggling with my mental health. Still not great, maybe worse but it's fine. I'm going to use this post to cope with something that I struggled with recently with a guy I really liked. So this is not going to have a happy ending and it's not gonna be happy at all. I do hope u guys like it though. Also all the characters belong to J.K. Rowling or Yasmine an you belong to yourself.

Pairing: short!chubby!fem!reader x Mattheo Riddle

Warnings: English is not my first language, angst, swearing

Masterlist

"Has anyone seen my notebook? I think I misplaced it," You asked as you walked up to your friend group in the Great Hall. It wasn't that big of a group, it was Pansy, You, Draco, Lorenzo, Theo, Blaise, Mattheo and Jacob.

"You left it in my dorm last night," Mattheo said as he pulled it out of his bag, "Before any of you fuckers say anything, she was getting my notes on potions since McGonagall pulled her out of class yesterday."

"Right," Enzo said causing you to roll your eyes. It's always been like this. You and Mattheo were friends and that was it, nothing more, nothing less. You didn't look at him like that and you sure as hell knew he didn't look at you like that.

Later on that day you and the rest were in the Slytherin common room, of course you were all Slytherins.

"I still remember how we use to prank our parents when we were little," You said as you looked at Draco. You basically grew up together, you and Draco were always together, since 1st year. Then Pansy and Blaise came in during the 1st year and the rest came in one year at a time, Mattheo was the first to join after Blaise and Pansy. He joined during the 4th year and ever since then you two were joined at the hip.

You two clicked, understood each other. Didn't even have to ask, just knew when the other was upset. There was never any feelings which made things a lot less complicated.

After a few hours of hanging out everyone else went to bed except you and Mattheo. You were reading a book and so was Mattheo. You two did this almost every night.

You were reading and in the corner of your eye you could see Mattheo looking at you.

"Have I got something on my face?" You asked as you looked around the room for a mirror. You turned your head back to Mattheo and suddenly his lips were on yours. You gasped in surprise which made him pull away.

You say there in shock, what the fuck just happened?

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what just came over me," He started apologising but you shook your head.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine," You said.

"I love you, Y/n," He said and you looked at him, "I have loved you ever since I met you. I tried to get over you, but you make it so hard."

"Mattheo..." You started but he cut you off.

"You don't feel the same way, do you?" He asked and you sighed.

"I'm sorry," You said and sighed, "I didn't mean to lead you on or anything."

"You didn't, don't worry about. Forget what I said, we wouldn't have worked anyway," He said and stood up and walked away

"Mattheo," You said but he was gone.

Ever since Mattheo confessed to you a few weeks ago. You couldn't get him out of your head. He was all you were thinking about, 24/7.

It only made it worse when he started acting as if nothing happened.

"Mattheo can we talk?" You asked one afternoon after potions.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, I just want to tell you something," you said and he looked at you in a way that signaled for you to continue, "Ever since you confessed to me I haven't stopped thinking about you, about us, about what we could be. I love you too, Mattheo."

He sighed and looked down, "Y/n, I'm sorry, but we are never going to work. I love you, but I just don't think this is going to work," He said and you felt your heart sink, "Sorry."

He then walked away leaving you alone with your heart in pieces.

Months later of pretending that nothing happened still doing the same things as always you started noticing that Mattheo was hanging around a girl a lot.

"So you and what's her name are pretty close now huh?" You smirked at Mattheo one night as you two were reading.

"Her name is Jenna and yes, I like her a lot," He said and it felt like you had been stabbed in the gut but you put on the biggest smile.

"Ooh lala, Mattheo has a girlfriend," You smirked and he rolled his eyes.

"Not yet, I'm asking her out tomorrow," He said, "Enzo and Jacob are going to be my wingmen."

"Let me know how that goes, I think I'm going to bed early," You said and stood up, "Goodluck, Matt."

"Thank you, N/n," He said and you left the common room trying your best not to cry.

The next day Jenna friendzoned Mattheo when he asked her out. He was hurt and you could see it but he didn't show it. You didn't push him into talking about it, you just left it.

It did bother you. He was so keen on asking her out and trying to make things work but with you he just pushed you away.

Okay fine you didn't love him at first but when you told him you loved him, he admitted to still loving you but he pushed you away.

Yet he knew that Jenna didn't really like him but he went for it and asked her out.

"I've been hurt before but this is the worst," You said to Pansy one day while you two were sitting in the grand hall waiting for the boys to arrive.

"He's an asshole, I wish you just tell me who he is so I can fuck him up," She said.

"Who are we fucking up?" Jacob asked as him and the boys sat down.

"The guy who broke Y/n's heart," She said.

"Who is he? What did he do?" Draco asked.

"He told her he loved her, she didn't feel the same but after a few weeks she went back and told she loved him too, he admitted to still loving her but he didn't think things would work and then he went after another girl and he asked her out. He didn't ask Y/n out but he asked the girl out after only knowing her for like a week or two," Pansy said and you looked at her while she was explaining because you could feel Mattheo's eyes on you.

"The guy is a fucktard, you are gorgeous and you are just an amazing person. Any guy is lucky to have you, it's his loss," Enzo said and you gave him a thankful smile.

"Maybe the guy just got so overwhelmed when you told him you loved him that he panicked and said it wouldn't work," Mattheo said making you roll your eyes.

"Him being overwhelmed doesn't justify the fact that he told me he loved me, kissed me and then just told me it wouldn't work. If you really love someone you wouldn't give up on them," You said as you looked at Mattheo.

"It does if they got scared of losing you as a friend if something goes wrong the relationship," Mattheo argued.

"Well he should know me well anough by now to know that, that's never going to happen," You said.

"You don't know that," He said, his voice getting a little louder.

"I do, I told you. No matter what, I don't want to lose you," You practically yelled. Everyone was now looking at you two. You sighed and stormed out of the grand hall and Mattheo followed.

"Tell me, just tell me one thing," You said stopping and turning around to face him once you two were in an empty corridor, "You hesitated to ask me out but didn't hesitate to ask her out, why? Is it because I'm not pretty like her? Or as skinny?"

"Y/n, she deceived me. Wrapped me around her finger. She used me. Plus I don't care what you look like. It has nothing to do with body shape or your looks. You always look beautiful to me. I just doubted myself and over thought. I wanted to get those thoughts outta my head and it made my feelings for you disappear. Not entirely but it's not as much anymore," He said, "I forced myself to forget about you because we never would've worked and that's where Jenna came in."

"We don't know if it could've worked because we never tried," You said, "And we won't either, because like you said, it won't work. "

You walked away from Mattheo, both your hearts in pieces, tears running down your cheeks. That was the last time you saw him.

[sincerelyasomebody]

What Could Be || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: Unsure about Sad Eyes' familial status (siblings, aunts, uncles etc) so I've included some family members in this piece. There are purposely misspelled words for childspeak and there are grammatical errors. Apologies for the latter. Don't hesitate to correct any errors with the Spanish translations. Thanks!

Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader 

Summary: A glimpse of a potential future. 

Warnings: children having no filter, fluff, language, making out scene (light/medium), mentions of food allergies, physical altercation between children, talks of future family; marriage

Word Count: 1172

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"Uno." Elena exclaimed, waiting for her turn again before putting down her final card. She quickly got up and did a little dance, laughing as she pointed at her tio. "You owe me twenty bucks, mister!" 

"Nah, I wanna rematch," replied Jose, he grabbed all of the cards, stacked them up and shuffled, "we're playing again, niña." 

She shook her head, "nope," and held out her hand, "twenty bucks." 

He scoffed, "I ain't giving you shit," he started dealing the cards, "let's go again." 

While he argued with the five year old, (Y/N) tended to Ethan who had scraped his knee. He sniffed and backed away from her, but with a promise of it being quick he allowed her to fix him up. Once he was all done, he quickly joined his cousins Javier and Luca back on the playground. (Y/N) scanned the area and found Yasmin playing hopscotch with some girls, while her brother Miguel stood to the side and watched. 

"Ap'le joose," Stella cooed, chubby hands reaching out for her sippy cup. 

(Y/N) chuckled, "please." 

She clapped her hands, "peas." 

"That's right, cutie!" 

A typical Saturday for Jose and (Y/N) would consist of the former overseeing runs for the gang and the latter working in her flower shop. However, both decided to fulfil the wishes of the gremlins (an ever growing group of nieces and nephews on Jose's side) to hang out. So, Sad Eyes let Spooky know he was with family but to let him know if he needed assistance. Whereas (Y/N) simply closed up her shop for the day. 

It was a sunny day in Freeridge, so the couple decided to spend the day at the local park. With a promise of ice cream, at the end of their outing, (Y/N) hoped it would steer the little ones away from any misbehaviour. 

The plan was working.

"Tia! Tia! Tia!" Ethan cried out, running back towards her, "Javier and Luca are fighting!" 

But of course with children, you can never really plan. 

Before she could get up, her boyfriend had jumped to his feet and looked her way, "I got it," and was led into the playground where a small crowd had formed. Elena laughed, "he only left 'cause he was losing." She gathered his cards, her own and put them with the rest of the deck before packing it away, "he needs to get his Uno skills up." 

(Y/N) picked up Stella and placed her on her hip, while calling out to Yasmin and Miguel. The siblings said goodbye to their newfound friends and hurried over.

"Is it ice cream time?" asked Miguel, jumping up and down.

Yasmin cheered, "ice cream!"

"Crem!" Stella echoed. 

(Y/N) chuckled and watched Jose walk over with the trio of boys. Two out of the three's clothes definitely looked like they had been in a scuffle. 

"Some kid pushed Luca in the tunnel 'cause he wasn't going fast enough," Jose explained, "Javier was waiting on the other side and told the kid he needed to apologise." 

Luca spoke up, "the boy pushed Javi and then Javi pushed him back," he fiddled with his hands, "Another boy came and started pulling Javi's hair so I jumped in and whacked him in the face." 

Looking at her boyfriend, she smiled and looked back at the kids, "who's ready for ice-cream?" 

She was met with a loud round of cheers.

The couple double checked that Ethan's didn't contain any nuts and were extremely thankful when they found a dairy-free option for Yasmin. Stella even got her own little cup of vanilla. While they all enjoyed their treat, Jose and (Y/N) expressed how proud they were of Luca and Javier for standing up for themselves and for each other. Especially with Javi for talking to the kid first. (Y/N) made a mental note to let their parents know. 

When they got back to their apartment, they noticed all of the kids had fallen asleep. (Y/N) stayed in the car, while Jose took trips carrying each one into their apartment. She carried Stella while he made his last trip with Ethan. But, went back to grab their bags. 

Once she gently placed Stella in her make-shift crib, she walked out of the room. Leaving the door ajar as she joined Jose on the couch in the living room. She snuggled into his side, he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her arm. 

"Today was interesting," she exclaimed. 

He chuckled, "yeah, but you wanna know what it just solidified?" When (Y/N) sat up, he continued, "that the only kids I can picture having are with you." She remained silent, so he kept going, "the way you're with my nieces and nephews is how I see you being with our kids." 

(Y/N) bit her lip, they'd touched on the subject of building a family but it was brief, so hearing him talk so openly is something that made her heart jump for joy. Jose reached out and carressed her face, bringing her lips in for a quick peck, "tienes mi corazón, (Y/N). You know I love calling you wifey, but one day I'm gonna make sure that title rings true. 

"Wifey?" She held up her hand. 

Laughing, he grabbed her hand, "I've always known it," kissing each finger, paying attention to the bare ring finger. 

She chuckled, "I guess looking after the gremlins is good practice, huh?" 

"Yeah." 

"How about our kids?" 

He arched an eyebrow, "what about them?" 

"How do you picture them?" 

"With my good looks and your brains," he tapped her head, "they're gonna take over the world!" 

(Y/N) playfully scoffed, "so I'm ugly?" 

"You always tryin' to start shit." 

She squealed when he nipped her neck and pressed exaggerated kisses wherever he could reach. He was only stopped by (Y/N) taking a hold of his face. She traced her thumb on his bottom lip, before pressing her own against his. What was meant to be a sweet peck, ended up with (Y/N) being lifted into his lap and the kiss deepened. 

Jose moved his hands to her hips, she moved her hands to grip the collar of his flannel. They were so caught up with each other that they didn't hear shuffling of several footsteps. (Y/N) let out a moan when he released her bottom lip with a pop. She caught his lips before they drifted too far.

"Ew!" 

The couple pulled back from each other, startled from the intrusion. They both glanced towards the hallway to find Yasmin, Javier, Luca and Elena standing and staring at them. (Y/N) tried to shuffle out of her boyfriend's lap, but he stopped her.

"Volver a la cama!" 

The kids scrambled back down the hallway.

(Y/N) groaned, already thinking about ways to appropriately explain the situation… not only to them but also to their parents. While Jose cracked up laughing, finding being caught by the kids hilarious.

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Tio / Tia - uncle / aunt

Niña - little girl 

Tienes mi corazón - you have my heart

Volver a la cama - go back to bed

[nao-hime]

Unbroken {i}

Warnings: This story contains sexual content and crude language. There will be no sex scenes, but there are explicit mentions of brothels and sex, considering that the reader is a whore. If you are sensitive to stuff like this, please do not read this story as it will have a lot of it.

Pairing(s): Jon Snow x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Recently, I’ve found myself obsessed with A Song of Ice and Fire. I began reading the book and I have not been able to stop! I wanted to write a reader insert for it, as I do for most all series that I love. I hope you all enjoy this story! I love the Song of Ice and Fire series, so I really wanted to write some reader inserts for it. This doesn’t follow the show, so Jon will be fourteen instead of sixteen, but from what I’ve heard, the show pretty much follows the books so it shouldn’t be too much of an issue. However, if something is different, then you’ll know why.

Despite being a young girl of twelve—soon to be thirteen— [y/n] never cried. Not when she was backhanded by Ivarn, not when men shoved their hands down her bodice, not even when she was forced to press her face against the pillow as clients thrusted from behind. Not a single tear had trailed down her face ever since she arrived at Mole’s Town, enlisted to be a whore for the brothels. [y/n] had vowed to never cry or show weakness ever again. It was her downfall once; she would not allow it to happen twice.

“Kiyara! Illeyna! Look your best!” barked Ivarn to the clamoring crowd of whores. Kiyara, a black-skinned woman of five-and-twenty years, donned a transparent green gown that made the emerald choker at her throat sparkle even more. Illeyna was quite the opposite of the Asshai’i woman. With fair hair, eyes, and complexion, Illeyna was six years younger than Kiyara, yet she appeared just as elegant in her light pink robes. They were by far the most favored whores of Mole’s Town.

[y/n] had no idea why Ivarn was so anxious for Kiyara and Illeyna to look their best, but she did not want to find out why. When Ivarn expected much from those two, he tended to expect much from the rest of the whores, and if they did not keep up with Kiyara or Illeyna, they would feel Ivarn’s wrath the next day, which usually took form in bruises and marks. These had to be covered up, of course.

Though she wasn’t the most popular girl at the brothel, [y/n] never spent a night without a man inside of her. Most of the clients—nearly all of them, in fact—were brothers or recruits of the Night’s Watch. They were permitted to satisfy their needs, in spite of the oath they made. A few young boys close to her own age paid for [y/n], but it was mainly older men who requested her. She supposed that when death was gaping at you from the other side of the Wall, the age of a ripe whore didn’t matter.

When [y/n] lost her maidenhood for the first time, she had been paid a whole golden dragon, which was more than what she normally earned. Of course, she didn’t get to keep the money; it went straight to Ivarn, the brothel owner.

[y/n] had hoped to sneak by Ivarn, simply wanting to prepare herself in her own chambers, but the stout man noticed her immediately. She swore that he was part dog, considering how well he could smell the fear on someone.

“You call that whorish?” Ivarn snarled. With one great motion, he shoved a hand towards her chest and tugged her blouse down, revealing the little cleavage she had. [y/n] had never been more grateful that she was an early bloomer; any later, and Ivarn probably would have thrown her out for her lack of breasts. “Benjen Stark is coming back from Winterfell, and I hear he has a batch of new recruits. You better make me some coin, otherwise you’ll find yourself chewing off your fingers for food!”

Whereas Kiyara, Illeyna and some of the more well-liked wenches were dressed in luxurious dresses—as luxurious as they could be for the north—[y/n] was forced to wear the same outfit she had worn since she had first arrived. It was a yellow corset that dipped to reveal the cleavage, though [y/n] preferred to cover herself when Ivarn wasn’t around. A dark green skirt, torn at the hem, was slitted at the sides to display her slender thighs, while tall laced boots stretched up to her knees. She was required to wash it herself, or else Ivarn would beat her bloody and lock her in her room without a meal.

As [y/n] weaved through the groups of whores, she listened carefully to the gossip that passed their ruby colored lips.

“I hear he brought his nephew with him.”

“You mean Robb? Such a shame, that boy is destined for lordship.”

“Of course not. His other nephew…the bastard.”

[y/n] wasn’t too familiar with the north or its families. All she knew were the Starks, for they were notorious symbols of the northern land in Westeros, and her knowledge of them was quite limited. She supposed that these women received their information from their clients, those who were too intoxicated to think about what they were letting slip. [y/n] never got conversation in the confines of her room; she usually ended up with the men who were too slow or poor to afford the desired wenches and took their anger out on her.

The whispers followed her all the way until she closed the door to her chambers. Unlit candles littered the surfaces of tabletops, just waiting to be kindled. Perfumes and fragrances permeated the room so strongly that it stung [y/n]’s eyes. It was one of the smaller rooms, but her bed was still comfortable. After all, it needed to please the client, and how could she do that if they were on a stiff mattress?

She sat in front of the vanity whose cracked mirror distorted her reflection. [y/n] vividly remembered the day that Ivarn hurled a ceramic cup at her head, resulting in the fracture that she saw today. If [y/n] had ducked even a second late, it would’ve been her head that suffered instead of the glass. Thankfully, one of the whores had been able to snatch Ivarn’s attention away long enough to make him forget he was ever mad at [y/n]. To this day, [y/n] was still unsure what exactly Ivarn had been furious about, but she assumed it had to do with her performance.

[y/n] powdered her face enough to conceal the bruise on her cheek that was still healing from Ivarn’s strike a few days prior. It was fading, but its green-yellow hue was unmistakable. The only makeup she had to enhance her face was a red lipstick. Ivarn bestowed lavish gifts upon his favorites, such as dresses and makeup, while leaving the rest out to dry. [y/n] had given up a long time ago on pleasing him. Her purpose was to survive, not to satisfy some fat man whose fingers were so chubby that his jeweled rings were permanently attached.

The thought of being shared among men due to her popularity caused a shudder to traipse down her spine. [y/n] much preferred her invisibility.

If there was one thing that Ivarn liked about her, it was that she could play the wood harp better than any of the other girls. [y/n] would pluck at the strings in the hall until one of the men paid Ivarn for her, whether or not it was due to her music. Ivarn tended to forget this talent, however, but when it benefitted him, he rewarded her with warm pudding the next day. The prospect of pudding was the only thing that motivated her to do her very best.

[y/n] reached for the wood harp leaning against her vanity and tuned the instrument. Normally, the strings would burn novice’s fingers, but hers were calloused and hardened due to years of practice. Now, she barely felt the pain. The wooden harp was her only belonging; it had taken a lot of begging to convince Ivarn to allow her to keep it. [y/n] didn’t know what she would have done if he had tossed it in the fire as he had threatened. It was the only thing tethering her to her past. Without it, [y/n] would have forgotten who she was.

“[y/n].” [y/n] turned to see Riya in the doorway, poking her blonde head through the threshold. “They’ve arrived.”

[y/n] followed Riya into the hall, which was already filled with Night’s Watch men and recruits alike. But their focus was not on their regular clients; no, Ivarn had ordered them to seduce Benjen Stark’s group. The First Ranger was not among them, as expected of such an honorable man, but his young boys were present, along with someone that even [y/n] knew.

“The Imp,” muttered Kathryne distastefully. “What is he doing here?”

“Who cares?” Yasmin said. “He’s a Lannister, and the brother of the queen; surely he’s got money on him.”

“Maybe he’ll pick you, [y/n],” Riya jested, though [y/n] could detect the thinly veiled insult. “You’d suit the ugly little man well.”

Rather than granting Riya and the others the pleasure of seeing how they affected her, [y/n] pushed past the taller woman and positioned herself by the fireplace, which was closest to the infamous dwarf. Though [y/n] had never seen him before, she had heard stories of his hideous appearance and now she could definitely see why. His mismatched eyes scanned the room lustily, narrowed below a thick set of brows. A thick bush of brown hair covered the lecherous grin tugging at his lips. His short legs dangled from his seat, but he had the bearing of a confident man. [y/n] had no idea how he accomplished such a feat. Seated beside him was a boy who could not have been much older than herself with black hair and matching eyes, who appeared very uncomfortable—almost loathsome—to be in the brothel.

No matter how frightful Tyrion Lannister was, Yasmin was correct. He was rich. If [y/n] could entice him to her, Ivarn would shower her with praise for weeks. He was her goal, and [y/n] intended to achieve it.

[y/n] began to play a tune that was taught to her years ago, yet it was still fresh in her memory. The lyrics passed her lips easily, allowing her to turn her gaze to the Imp. She caught his eye and twisted the corners of her mouth into a sultry smile. Triumph swelled in her chest when he returned it, and even pointed her out to his young companion. If she strained her ears, [y/n] could pick out the conversation.

“See her, Snow? She’s young, but she’s experienced. Those are the best kind.”

“How could you possibly know that?” The black-haired male grimaced.

“She knows how to play a man just like that harp of hers.” That statement only served to amplify [y/n]’s pride even more. Soon, she would saunter over and place herself in his lap, and he would be hers. Or, rather, the other way around. “Unfortunately, my eye is already placed on that one.”

[y/n] frowned. She followed his gaze to where Kiyara poured wine from her flagon into the goblet of a brother of the black. The dark-skinned beauty giggled when he slipped his hand up her skirt, and she playfully swatted it away.

She ceased her song and ambled over to the pair, swaying her hips as she did so. Tyrion tore his gaze away from Kiyara to look at [y/n], while the boy averted his eyes bashfully.

“Milord,” she greeted, as any whore should of a lord. “It is an honor to be in your presence.”

“And a pleasure to be in yours. May I have the honor of asking your name, sweetling?”

“[y/n], milord. Did you enjoy my song?”

Whores possessed their own language, flirting with clients through seemingly casual banter. Most men understood this, especially regulars, but it appeared as if the boy had pieced together her sly remark, if the growing blush was any indication. Meanwhile, Tyrion Lannister was more than pleased by her subtleties.

“Your tongue was marvelous. I’m sure that it is skilled in other aspects, as well.”

[y/n] giggled. “Would you care to try it out, milord?”

“Quite.” Tyrion gestured. At first, [y/n] thought he was motioning her forward, but when Ivarn waddled over to the table, [y/n] realized she had won him. Ivarn clasped his hands together, bowing hastily to the dwarfish lord, and sputtered out praise. “Good man, I would like to purchase this fair girl for an hour.”

“An hour, yes, yes. But milord—” squeaked Ivarn. [y/n] could discern the greed swimming in Ivarn’s dark eyes. Hopefully, he wouldn’t forget who exactly had earned him this fortune. “We have other fine ladies who could suit your needs for a night…”

Indignation flared in [y/n]’s chest. She couldn’t believe Ivarn was attempting to swindle the Imp out of paying for her! There was nothing she could do about it; Ivarn would beat her later if she tried to protest.

“No, [y/n] will be perfect.” The dwarf reached into his coin purse and slapped a golden dragon on the table. Ivarn and [y/n]’s eyes widened to the size of the coin. A golden dragon! She couldn’t believe that the Lannister was paying a whole golden dragon for her. Golden dragons were usually reserved for deflowering new maidens. “For my needs, I require a ripe young girl, such as herself.”

[y/n] could not help but flush at that statement. Even Ivarn seemed surprised, but he could not refuse a high lord, particularly a Lannister.

“A—As you say, but golden dragons…[y/n] is only worth a silver stag. She has already lost her maidenhood. You are paying too much.”

Tyrion barked with laughter. “Her virginity is not what I am paying for. It’s his.” He jabbed a small thumb to his companion. The dark-eyed male leapt out of his seat in shock. “Have fun, Snow.”

“Lannister, I can’t do this. I won’t do this.”

“Too bad. I already paid.” Tyrion clapped him on the back and gave a shove towards [y/n]. “Take care of him, sweetling, and be gentle. It’s his first time.”

No matter how much this ‘Snow’ objected, the Imp would not listen and only urged him forward. [y/n] reached and grabbed his hand. She flashed an alluring smile at him. Whether or not that succeeded in tempering his nerves, [y/n] was unsure. She turned her head to the front and led him to her chambers. There was little to no resistance from her client. She wondered if it was because he was finally accepting of this or because he was too afraid to.

Once they were both within the privacy of her room, [y/n] faced her client and smiled sweetly at him. At a closer look, she could see that he was closer to her age than she had originally thought, maybe two or three years older. His tousled black hair fell to his shoulders, mussed by the frigid winds of the north. At closer inspection, [y/n] realized that his eyes were actually a very dark gray, but appeared black in certain lights. He had a long, solemn face, but his youth was evident from his innocent behavior.

“Don’t be nervous, milord,” [y/n] cooed, though she knew not if he was a lord. Clients preferred to be addressed that way, however. She extended a hand and stroked his arm. She felt him tense up at her touch, but he was polite enough not to pull away. “Tell me your name. That way I can know what to cry out later.”

He blushed at her remark. “Jon Snow. And you won’t have to do that.”

“A little nervous are we, hm?” [y/n] closed the distance between their bodies until her chest was pressed against his—rather, her chest was pressed against his stomach. For a boy of fourteen or fifteen, he was tall. “Don’t fret; I can massage those knots right out of you. Just lay down and—”

Jon nudged her hand away and backed up. “Er, [y/n], I don’t mean to offend, but I’m not interested.”

[y/n] pouted. “What do you mean?”

“This goes against the oath of the Night’s Watch.”

“Who cares?” she snorted, folding her arms across her chest. “You haven’t taken it yet, have you? Besides, most of your brothers don’t seem to care about it, with how often they frequent this brothel.”

“Even so, I won’t sully my honor just because my brothers have.”

[y/n] sighed in defeat. There was no persuading this boy. His mind was set, and [y/n] doubted that seduction would convince him. “Then what do you intend for me to do? If you go out there without me fulfilling the night as promised, both Lord Tyrion and my master will be furious.” And [y/n] would surely be tormented by the other wenches for weeks on end for her failure.

Jon pondered that for a moment. “Why not simply talk?”

“Talk?”

“Your duty is to satisfy me, correct? I wouldn’t mind a pleasant conversation.”

The young whore stared at him, eyebrows cocked in confusion more than irritation. Jon Snow was an odd man indeed, but if that was what he desired then who was she to deny it? A break from the regulars wouldn’t hurt, either.

“You are strange, Jon Snow. But who am I to judge you? I am only a whore, after all.” [y/n] sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her hands. “Well? What is it you want to talk about? Do you have questions, perhaps?”

“How old are you?”

“Twelve.”

“Twelve?!” he exclaimed. “But…you’re…”

“A whore, yes. And I’m almost thirteen!” protested [y/n], scowling at the disapproval heavy in his words. “There are whores much younger than I. Don’t presume it’s such an uncommon thing.”

Jon frowned, displeased by her nonchalant reply. Most men did not care for her age, so why should he? His silent condemnation vexed [y/n].

“What about yourself, Jon Snow?” [y/n] snapped, barely able to contain her ire. “You can’t be much older than me, and you’re joining the Night’s Watch.”

“I’m fourteen. Most boys join at this age, some even younger.”

“And some girls become whores at my age. There’s hardly a difference between our situations, only that you’re training to handle a sword and I’m training to handle a different kind of sword.” [y/n] laughed; Jon reddened. The crimson hue stood out upon his pale cheeks. “Weren’t you the one who requested this conversation? I happen to be enjoying myself, so thank you for that.”

He sighed. “And I have to spend the whole hour with you?”

“You have your little lord to thank for that. Ivarn doesn’t accept take-backs.” [y/n] signaled behind her, towards the neat bed she sat on. “You can sleep, if you’d like. I promise I don’t bite, unless you want me to.”

Jon was immune to her flirtatious teasings now; he merely gave a disgruntled look as he conceded and sat beside her. Rather than laying back, however, he twisted to face her and pulled his leg up to his chest. His expression softened and molded into something more inquisitive, curious. [y/n] was almost unsettled by the change of heart.

“Do you enjoy this lifestyle?” he asked quietly.

[y/n] shrugged. “Doesn’t matter whether I do or don’t. It’s necessary. You of all people should understand.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Night’s Watch is hardly pleasant. I’ve heard so from your ‘honorable’ brothers. But it’s needed, right? To protect us from the wildlings,” [y/n] said. She examined her fingernails, which were caked with dirt; it seemed she had forgotten to scrub them earlier. [y/n] shoved her hands into the folds of her skirt to hide her uncleanliness. “They need motivation to keep from desertin’, so they come here for some satisfaction and comfort. That’s why it’s necessary.” [y/n] snorted. “Funny, huh? Whores and black brothers working together to save Westerns.”

“You think so?” asked Jon. [y/n] nodded. “You’re peculiar, [y/n].”

“I could say the same about you, Jon Snow.”

Jon smiled, the first time since [y/n] had met him. Though it was a foreign expression upon his traditionally dour face, it suited him. He should smile more, [y/n] observed, but it wasn’t her place to voice her thoughts.

“Since you asked me a question, ought I ask you one?” [y/n] pointed out.

The smile fell from his face into a neutral expression, and he averted his eyes to his feet. “If you want, though I hardly think you’ll find anything interesting.”

“Ohoho, we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?” guffawed [y/n]. “Snow is a name for bastards in the north, right? So whose bastard are you?” [y/n] had a sneaking suspicion she already knew, but she wanted to confirm it to be sure.

“Lord Eddard Stark,” Jon answered, setting his shoulders back proudly. Yet [y/n] could see it written plainly on his face; he was bitter about his status as a highborn bastard. “I don’t know who my mother was, though.”

“Do you want to?” Jon nodded almost immediately. “Maybe it’s better if you don’t. Some people say it’s better to have loved and lost. Well, I say phooey to that. Why bother loving if you’re just gonna lose ‘em anyway?”

“I just…” He was at a loss for words at that. “I’m just curious to know which woman was enough for my father to forget his honor.”

“Fair enough.” Eddard Stark was known for his polished, ironclad integrity. Whereas it was common for lords to have bastards, it was unexpected of Lord Stark to have one. What was even more queer was that he openly fathered Jon and offered his home to him. “Well, at least you have a home, right? Gettin’ opportunities that most bastards wouldn’t.”

“I suppose so.” Jon might have agreed with her, but she knew he truly didn’t.

[y/n] pushed herself off of the bed and turned to face him. “Wipe that frown off your face, Jon Snow. Brothels are a place for fun and smiles, and you have hardly given me either of those. C’mon, give me a smile!” She reached for his cheeks and pulled upwards, creating a lopsided, awkward smile out of his stubborn lips.

Jon shoved her hands away from his face. “Stop.” He uttered one word, but it was forceful. [y/n] tucked her hands behind her and sighed.

“You’re no fun.”

“I shouldn’t even be here. I’m going to be a brother of the Night’s Watch.”

“That again?” [y/n] had finally begun to enjoy herself, but Jon’s reminder of his oath exasperated her. “We’re not ‘breaking the oath’ or whatever you were going on about.”

“But the fact that I’m still here—”

“Means nothing. We’re just talking. I can promise you that one of your future brothers is fucking a whore mindlessly in the next room.”

Just like herself, Jon was starting to lose his temper. He stood up from the bed and easily towered over her in spite of being only fourteen. “Why are you criticizing me for wanting to keep my oath?”

“You haven’t even taken it.” It took all of [y/n]’s willpower not to shout at the frustrating bastard. If she raised her voice or made it seem like they were having troubles, Ivarn would deprive her of food for two days. “And like I said, your brothers don’t care about it, so why should you? They’re just some words.”

Jon opened his mouth to retort, but a knock sounded at the door. Yasmin widened her eyes. [y/n] already knew the question running in her head. Did anything even happen between them?

“Is the hour up?” [y/n] said, grateful to be rid of this annoying ‘honorable’ bastard. She gave the sweetest smile she could procure to Jon Snow. “I really enjoyed our time together, Jon Snow. Truly. Feel free to choose me the next time you visit.”

Jon politely inclined his head, then followed Yasmine out of [y/n]’s chambers. Once the door was closed, [y/n] allowed herself to fall onto her bed and buried her face into the mattress. Her infuriated scream was thankfully muffled by the bed. [y/n] rolled onto her back after she was relieved of her anger and stared up at the transparent canopy hovering above her head.

What a pompous jerk! Going on about “honor” and all that. I bet he’ll be whoring around in a few weeks’ time, just like the others.

The sound of giggling and squeals through the walls reminded [y/n] of her duties. [y/n] dragged herself out of bed and returned to the main hall, casting Jon Snow and the Night’s Watch far back into the recesses of her mind.

[gemini-sensei]

So... if you wanna send in any of these while I work on my inbox (5) this week, do it please 💖 I'll try to do blurbs but tbh it'll be longer than that

50 more or less fluffy/romantic prompt sentences & dialogue ideas

🌺 Feel free to use this prompt list however you like if you're interested! But please tag/ credit me or reblog this post, i would love to see what you creatout of one (or more) of these prompts! And of course im going to reblog your creation as well <3

🌺 You can also use these prompts or from the other list i will post in the future if you want to request a Reader x One shot from me! (Please keep the rules in mind)

🌺 Have fun!

“You are way to cute.”

“I like it when your face is all red.”

“You're shivering... do you want my pullover/Hoodie/Jacket?”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“I had a really bad day.” “Oh... is there something I can do to make your day better?” “Yeah. Lets cuddle.”

“You're purring like a cat”

“I'm sorry.” “For what?” “For loving you.”

“I'm not ready to give up, not yet.”

“Stop looking at me like that or I'm gonna kiss you.”

“I'm pretty sure about my feelings.”

“Shit, you- you are beautiful.”

“I know this will sound very cliche but... how about we cuddle for warmth?”

“You don't need to be shy. If you want to touch me than do it.”

“Stop running away from your feelings.”

“But... I never kissed somebody before.” “...I can show you how it works.”

“Prove it.”

“Ten times. You can kiss me ten times and not one time more.”

“Its a three step-plan. First I'm gonna hold your hand, then I'm gonna kiss you and the last step is... making love to you.”

“I'm patient. I can wait for you.”

“I loved you since I can think, and I will continue to love you till the last time I will be able to think.”

“Fuck it, I love you!”

“We are not friends any more, are we?” “No. We aren't. But... i think we are more.”

“...Did you just kiss me?” “Yup.”

“Stop doing this to me!” “Huh? I'm not doing anything?!” “Stop lying! You're making me all fuzzy inside!”

“Can I just keep you?” “It doesn't work that way.”

“Your hair looks soft.”

“By the way...” “Hm?” “I'm gonna kiss you now. If you don't want to, just punch me.”

“Wait- are you making a hickey!?”

“Is this... a hickey?” “Oh- uhm, its just a bug bite...?”

“I'm gonna kick his/her ass If he isn't confessing to you soon.” “Please don't.”

“I don't want some random person. I want you.”

“If I followed you home, would you keep me?” “... We are living together.”

“Are you religious? Because you are the answer to all my prayers.” “Did you- Did you just use a pick up line on me?” “Yes. Did it work?”

“Lets go on a date.”

“I wanna cook for you, everyday till the end of our time.”

“Give me a chance.” “A chance for what?” “A chance to prove you that I can make you happy.”

“Phew, its really warm in here.” “Nah, you're just to hot for this room.”

“I freaking love you!” “...You're drunk.” “I knooow!”

“I hate you!” “Wrong. You love me.”

“Oh. Its suprisingly nice to hug you.”

“I never really understood all the talk about love, but I think I start to understand it now.”

“Loving you is like drinking Coffee with sugar. Bittersweet and yet addicting.”

“You're to cute to share. I think I'm going to kidnap you.”

“I'm cold... can you warm me up?”

“Everytime I touch you, it feels like a personal challenge to stop again.”

“Once you agree to date me there is no backing down, capiche?”

“I've got no time for dating... but I think I can make an exception for you. Just for you.”

“I'll marry you right on the spot if I could.” “...We're not even together.”

“That's dangerous... You could die.” “If I die, I die with you, hopefully many years apart from now.” “Promise?”

“Hey.” “Mh?” “Lets go on a date.”

[gemini-sensei]

Thinking about poly!Yasmoon x Reader where they do onlyfans together and enjoy making extra cash on the side of being rich. It's so much fun for them because they have every toy they could ever want, some even in multiple colors. Yasmine loves showing off her two hot girlfriends to the camera like look at them, they're all mine because she knows some loser is jealous of her but still paying to see them makeout and fuck each other. She'll sit back with her fat strap and take that money happily.

Meanwhile, Moon struggles to take Yasmine's pretty pink strap and eventually gives up (kind of scripted but still totally hot) because she knows Reader can do better 😉 and Reader does. Starting off with showing the camera her fat, wet pussy before sinking down on the big toy. All while Moon plays with her and Yasmine's tits.

However, the toy has nothing on their guest star Demetri. He comes around when they ask to make fun videos and his monstercock is always on display. They once made a short video of "What it took" to get him prepped with all of them lashing, sucking, and spitting on his cock all at once. Demetri is always game to make videos with the throuple but it never has to do with whether they pay him or not (they do because they are rich and making koney from it ofc) but he loves getting his dick wet.

There's an especially salacious video with Reader getting absolutely destroyed in the pool by Demetri's monstercock while Yasmine and Moon sit nearby in their bikinis watching, commenting on how she looks likes she's enjoying it and how she's so hot. Demetri can't even hear them over Reader's moans and the sloshing water around them.

[gemini-sensei]

obsessed with the idea of girlcock! Tory and Yasmine recording you three having sex and posting it to their nsfw twitter account <3333

God they'd have a Hell of a time 🤤

Yasmine sets up the camera to point at the bed where Tory is laid back and you're sitting on her big cock. She comes over and starts playing with your tits while your riding Tory's cock. It's the perfect shot to capture all three of you, especially as Yasmine kisses you and turns it into a big make out session. Tory grabs your hips and makes you grind down on her, biting her lower lip.

Yasmine loves showing your clit to the camera before she starts playing with it, getting you closer to coming. She wants to make sure you both come so she can catch it on camera. Especially when you get up and her cum leaks out of your fat, sensitive cunt. It's all for show and then some. Yas will definitely eat you out after and Tory will take the opportunity to finger her too while pumping her cock, readying herself for the next round.

Hey make sure to film as much content as they can so they have stuff to post all the time. Sometimes they take pictures in the middle of sex and Yasmine will post them, basically live tweeting them fucking you 👀🥴

[gemini-sensei]

Thinking about Yasmine, Moon and Reader who are best friends but they are way too close to just be best friends...

BFFs send lingerie pics to the gc don't they? Or feel each other up in the dressing room? Or make out while smoking weed, right?

[gemini-sensei]

Going off of my earlier post, chubby!nerdy!Reader accidentally sending a salacious pic to her BFFs group chat and not her GFs group chat.

Yasmine and Moon got something special for Reader, a pretty set of lingerie that they don't let her open until she gets home. She's so happy to open it because despite being mean and nasty to other people, her girlfriends are super sweet to her. They constantly tell her how much they love her curves and rolls. So when Reader sees the lingerie set, she has to put it on immediately and send pics to her girlfriends.

So she gets all dressed up and takes some pictures of herself, mirror selfies so that every curve is on display for them. She takes a lot and decides to send them to the group chat she has with her girlfriends, only to send them to the wrong group chat by accident. It isn't until the collection of pictures has been sent does she realize her mistake: she sent them to her two best friends and not her two totally hot girlfriends.

She doesn't know what to do, so she turns off her phone and gets dressed while freaking out about it. She ends up crying about it and trying to pinch herself awake because this must be a nightmare, right? She doesn't talk to anyone for the rest of the day, ignoring her phone and refusing to turn it on. But that doesn't exactly work.

Her girlfriends can't get in contact with her, so they go to her place to check on her. When Reader answers the door, it's obvious that she's been crying and they immediately think someone has bothered her or hurt her in some way. Yasmine is immediately on the defense, like "What the fuck happened?" while Moon is comforting and alert, asking "Are you okay?" All the while, Reader is embarrassed to admit what she did. But when she does, she starts crying again because her best friends have seen her almost totally naked and it's probably changed the dynamic of their friendship forever.

So her girlfriends try to get her to forget about it for a while, trying movies at first before Yasmine asks if she likes the lingerie set they bought for her. Reader shyly nods and admits she's still wearing it under her cozy clothes, prompting Yasmine and Moon to undress her so they see what she looks like in it, since they never got the pictures she took.

Meanwhile, loser!Demetri and shy!Eli are nearly losing their shit because what the fuck are these pictures Reader sent them? Is this her way of flirting with them? They didn't come with an explanation so how are they supposed to read this situation? They're overthinking the whole thing because none of their texts are going through for some reason. Reader won't answer her phone. What do they do? What is going on??? They are so lost.

[gemini-sensei]

Think about mean girls girlcock!Yasmine and gorlcock!Moon using their tutor nerdy!Reader as a toy whenever she comes over to work with them. They get now work done, only fucking. And the mean girls aren't even considering the chubby girl's feelings, just using her as a toy to get off in. They pretty much just meet up, fuck, stuff her cunt with cum, and leave.

And it's not just whenever they meet up for tutoring.

The gym locker room sees a lot of action too. Especially in the steamy shower 🥵 they pin her to the wall and ravage her, Yasmine pounding her cunt while Moon plays with her tits. Or Moon humping her pussy while Yasmine chokes her on her cock.

They're so mean too. Yasmine degrades the fuck out of Reader, calling her a chubby slut for loving their cocks so much. Moon laughs the whole time and gropes her belly and fat tits, telling her they're so pretty for being so big.

They leave Reader nothing more than a cum-filled, cum-covered, trembling, shaky breathed mess. They just clean themselves up and walk away talking about going to the mall as if they didn't just fuck the daylights out of their secret little toy.

[gemini-sensei]

Watching You | Yasmine x Chubby!Reader ft. Pervert!Demetri

CW: college au, noncon voyeurism, noncon filming, oral (fem receiving), wild fantasies.

Parties were the perfect scene for Demetri Alexopoulos. He could be as horny as he wanted and no one said much, either too drunk or because he's so unsuspecting. He especially likes the parties with big dancing crowds. He can slip in and grind his hard-on against the ladies and they don't question it, usually. Sometimes he might get slapped in the face but it was worth it in his opinion. After that, he typically sat and watched the couples making out while he discreetly rubbed his cock to them.

Tonight, he was doing things a little differently.

After "dancing", he made his way up to one of the hosts bedrooms. The frat parties were great because people usually went upstairs to fuck. He always wanted to be in one of those rooms when they're there, but he never put too much thought into it. Until now.

He snuck into the room before anyone else and found a little hiding place, pushing himself into the closet. The slats of the closet door gave him the perfect view of the bed, center stage. He grinned to himself and waited, which he didn't have to do for long.

The perfect pair walked in: former mean girl Yasmine and her girlfriend Reader.

They giggled as they walked in, kicking off their heels and jumping onto the bed. Yasmine locked the door so no one could interrupt them. They said very little, holding each other and going straight into making out.

Demetri quietly undid his pants and pushed them down with his underwear just enough to pull out his cock. The thick, meaty cock hung heavy and he bit his lip to hold back a groan. The relief he felt just pulling it out was nice, but not the point. He refocused, finding the ladies undressing each other.

Yasmine shoved her hands into Reader's bra and squeezed her tits, giggling as her girlfriend moaned. She grinned widely, then undid the bra and tossed it aside. "Lay back for me, babe."

Reader did as directed and lifted her hips up so Yasmine could take off her panties. They were tossed to the wayside as well and Demetri found himself wishing he could grab them. He wanted them wrapped around his cock.

Yasmine spread her girlfriend's legs, pushed her own hair back, and dove into eating her pussy. She licked a stripe up her folds, making Reader shudder. Yas splayed her hands on her thick thighs, holding them open and digging her fingers into the fat. "Fuck, you're already so wet for me."

"Only for you," Reader whined.

Demetri smirked to himself, thinking about how that was untrue. As he got an idea, he dug into his pockets and pulled out his phone, setting it to record the scene in front of him.

"Oh my god, Yas!" Reader moaned as Yasmine shoved her tongue into her cunt. She lapped up her wetness, eating her out as if she were her last meal. Her thumb came to lay over her clit but she didn't push on it, teasing Reader with the idea of her clit getting played with. It was a lot. "Please, Yas! I need more!"

Yasmine hummed and removed her thumb, making Reader whine. However, it was quickly replaced as Yasmine shoved her face into the wet cunt in front of her and her nose pressed against her clit.

"Oh fuck!"

Demetri squeezed the base of his cock, biting his lip. He was a master at staying quiet, though it was a little hard in this situation. He was hidden and wanted to make as much noise as possible, but knew that if he did he'd be found out fast and get kicked out - or worse. So he kept his mouth shut and let himself enjoy the show.

Reader moaned loudly, gripping the sheets tightly and pulling on them as her girlfriend ate her out. It wasn't much longer before she was coming on Yasmine's face, squirting hard with her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her thick thighs jiggled under Yasmine's hands, unable to keep them still as she lapped up her wet pussy.

Yasmine pulled away with heavy, panting breaths and pushed her hair back out of her face, smirking down at her. "That was so hot, babe."

Reader panted, relaxed on the mattress as her body cooled down from the high. She watched as her girlfriend stood up and removed her panties, revealing her own wet folds, dropping the soaked, thin fabric to the floor. She then climbed onto the bed, over her girlfriend, and laid atop her. Yas grabbed her waist, her pudge spilling between her fingers, and planted her knees into the mattress on either side of Reader to push her pussy against Reader's, making her shudder.

They started making out, moaning into each other's mouths seconds before she started grinding down on her. Their pussies squelched loudly alongside their moans, almost in harmony. Reader planted her feet and thrust her hips up to grind back. She pushed her hands into Yasmine's hair and held her close as they broke their kiss for air.

From his vantage point, Demetri bit his lip as he watched the two beautiful pussies rub against each other. He slowed himself down, pumping his cock slowly to go along with the pace the girls had set. He had to stop entirely from time to time because he didn't want to come too soon. However, it got more intense as he fantasized himself walking out of the closet and sliding into one of their pussies, imagining how tight and wet they were.

Soon, he was pumping his cock with one hand and rubbing his tip with the other. Pre cum leaked from his tip so much, it coated his hand. He was making a mess, becoming a mess. He bit his lips together, swallowed his moans, and kept his eyes on them. He had a brief thought about filming them like that, but he was too close to coming to do that just yet.

He came as the girls whispered to each other, though he couldn't hear what they were saying. He knew their voices, though, and just imagined what they were saying. Fuck, you feel so good and More, Yasmine, please, Fuck me harder. The closet was dark and he didn't really know where he was coming, whether he was making a mess of something other than the wall or someone's wardrobe was getting stained; he didn't care though. All he knew was his cock was throbbing and he was coming a lot. He only wished he could see the two pretty ladies in front of his covered in his cum.

He fumbled for his phone again and quickly hit record, poking the camera out of the closet to get a better shot of the girlfriends as they fucked. He zoomed in on their cunts, happily he recently upgraded his phone and had a superior camera, and unafraid of them seeing him. They were too wrapped up in each other to notice him.

"I'm gonna come," Yasmine panted hotly, staring down into Reader's eyes. She subtly shifted their position the slightly bit so their clits repeatedly bumped into each other. Reader threw her head back and Yasmine smirked. "Fuck, 'm gonna come all over you, babe."

"Please," Reader moaned. She bucked her hips up rather needily. "Please, Yas, wanna come."

"Then do it, babe," Yas teased, making her movements a little more sharp. "I'm not gonna stop you."

It only took a few more grinding motions and clits rubbing together for Reader to fall apart again. Her eyes rolled up as her cunt spasmed, clenching around nothing as she came. Yasmine was soon to follow and they made pretty little messes out of each other and the random bed they occupied. They kissed, moaning together as they shared their highs.

Demetri captured the entire shared orgasm on his phone, quickly stopping the recording and pulling his phone to him. He grinned at the screen and clicked it off before the light could get him caught, his half-hard cock still leaking pathetically between his legs. He didn't care what he must look like standing in the closet, spying on two of his college classmates as they made out in after-sex bliss. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen and he couldn't wait to do it again.

The ladies soon stood up, helped each other get dressed, and hurried off to a bathroom to get cleaned up. They giggled and talked as if nothing were wrong, which to them, nothing was.

Only when they were gone did Demetri rush to pull up his pants, stuff his cock into his underwear, and leave the closet. He made sure he had his phone and left nothing behind, then went to the bedroom door and locked it. He then went to the bed where the ladies had been, a large wet patch where they had come left behind.

He took his cock out again and laid it over the bedsheets, feeling the cool wetness the ladies made, now cool since it was exposed to the air. He thrust his cock over it, leaning over the mattress as he closed his eyes. After a moment of that, he took a pillow, held it over his cock, and pressed down, hoping to give himself a little friction.

Then he took out his phone and played the last video he's taken, closing his eyes as he fucked the pillow. He imagined it was one of the ladies, either curvaceous Reader or pretty blonde Yasmine. He groaned, their names occasionally falling from his lips as he humped the soft bed. Their moaned and wet pussies filled his ears as he went at it, lost in his own little world where the ladies would actually want him.

It was over all too soon as he came on the same spot they did. He spilled his seed over the wet patch, quick to remove the pillow so he could watch. His cum sputtered out in ribbons over the obvious spot and he bit his lower, swollen lip as he wished he was coming inside of Reader or Yasmine or both of them. Instead, his mess was wasted on the bed sheets.

When it was over, he put his cock back into his pants and turned out the lights, leaving the mess behind for someone else to stumble upon. Then he opened the door and slipped away.

No one saw him enter and no one saw him leave. He blended in with the crowd of drunk college students with their loudness, drinks, and casual clothes. He made his way downstairs, where he later caught sight of Reader and Yasmine as they chatted with their friends Moon and Sam.

Reader felt his eyes on him and looked around the room, only to see him looking at her. He smiled and waved because they shared a math class together and she waved back, unaware of his spying. Then she turned back to her friends happily.

Meanwhile, Demetri made plans to go home and watch his new favorite videos...

[gemini-sensei]

@sensei-venus thinking about mean girl Yasmine falling for the nerdy girl she's been bullying, the only problem is that nerdy!Reader has a boyfriend... Yasmine is jealous af but doesn't let it show. She just bullies Reader more.

But then all of a sudden the happy couple breaks up and Reader is heartbroken. Yasmine thinks she finally has a chance. One day she sees Reader go into the bathroom amd she follows her, acting before thinking. However she finds Reader throwing up.

As soon as she sees Yasmine there, she gets scared and begs her not to tell anyone. Yasmine is so confused because if anything Yasmine wouldn't tell about the throwing up. Then Reader starts crying and admits she's pregnant. And she's just crying and crying and Yasmine doesn't know what to do. She awkwardly pats Reader on the back; she's not used to all of this.

I don't know where I was going with this. It's something but I'm distracted watching Catfish 😶

[gemini-sensei]

Thinking about chubby!nerdy!Reader being BFFs with Demetri and Eli but being the secret girlfriend of mean girls Yasmine and Moon again.

This could pretty much just be loser!Demetri and shy!Eli, so yeah. But anyway,

Reader sits through listening to Demetri ramble on and on about Yasmine and how pretty she is and how he'd do anything for her. Reader is just nodding along because it's no different than what she's heard before, all while Eli is just half paying attention because he's heard it all too but doesn't have the heart to say anything to make their friend stop. But the whole time Reader is texting Moon and Yasmine, blushing because they're talking about all the things they want to do to her when they see her next.

Their texts are so flirty and dirty, making Reader feel all types of ways. They make her feel special and wanted. She's the only one who gets to see this side of them, as they're usually thorny and mean to everyone else. Especially her friends, which should mean something but Reader just can't help herself. Yasmine and Moon have total co trol over her a d hold the key to her heart.

Reader will suddenly leave a study session or hangout because Yasmine text her about needing to take out some frustration. They guys are always wondering where she runs off too, having no idea she's getting pounded by a fat strap as they speak. Reader whines and wiggles under Yasmine as she gets utterly fucked. Yasmines hands are digging into her fatty waist trying to hold her still as she fucks into Reader fast and hard. Whatever she was angry about before has melted away, leaving behind carnal desire and need to see Reader fall apart on her fake dick.

When she's finished, she lets Moon clean Reader up a bit before they put the harness and strap of Reader, who just lays there catching her breath but never objects. Once it's secure, Moon takes her tun riding the fat fake cock Yasmine loves to use so much. All while Yasmine plays with and marks up Reader's tits. Reader gets so overstimulated, she comes and squirts, bucking her hips up on accident and fucking up into Moon - who loves it and moans and cries out with pleasure. She creams all over the toy and hops off, letting Yasmine have her turn.

They don't etc Reader have a break, not that she minds. They love their obident little nerd, who gets so tired out from getting fucked and fucking them. They kiss all over her face and tell her she's such a good girl for them, that she knows exactly how they like it and how to use her cock.

When all is said and done, they're too tired to get cleaned up immediately. They just lay together and cuddle, happy to be together. Moon initiates long, sensual makeout sessions with Reader with Yasmine plays with their hair and kisses Reader's neck.

[sensei-venus]

Baby Issues- (Poly! Demetri/Yasmine/Chubby!Reader)

(Unedited) (Yasmine being Yasmine, Strange Dreams, Pregnant Reader Mentioned, Demetri Sarcastic, Sweet Reader, Mention of Moon/Hawk) ( @gemini-sensei )

“Awe Yas don’t act like that! Isn’t he the cutest little baby you have ever seen?!” Reader gushed as she held the newest member of the Moskowitz family. She gently bounced the little Moskowitz boy in her arms. He gargled a little and tried to tech for her face. A smile spreed across her lips as she made little sounds at him.

Yasmine rolled her eyes a little and looked over at Demetri. He only gave her a blank look before going back to his conversation with Hawk. Moon gave a small laugh as she watched her friends face turn.

The blond was never great at hiding her emotions and Moon loved that. She always seemed to know what Yasmine was thinking.

“Oh come on now Yas, you’re going to want one of your own soon enough. I can feel it in my bones.”

Yasmine snorted “I think I’m good for the moment. All babies do are eat sleep and poop. Oh and make huge messes, they throw up on you and poop on you and even pee on you! You think I want that right now? Uhh no thanks.” She withered at the thought. Baby’s were a hassle and she wanted no part of it. At least not right now.

Everything seemed to be going so good for her right now.

She was doing great in design school at a very high in college in the area. In a fast track to early graduation from her program. Reader finished her schooling already and was working a nice remote job from home. Demetri was doing great at his start up tech company. He just got a promotion along with a hefty raise. Not to even mention the fact that her parents had paid off the comfortable house they had started to rent but now own after their wedding only about a year ago.

They did not need to be thinking about babies.

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Well that’s what she thought at first.

But days after the trip to Hawk and Moon’s place, it’s all she could think about.

It started the night they got home from the couples house after a very long visit.

Yas had just gotten done with her skin care routine in the bathroom when she walked into their room. Reader was in bed with Demetri talking about the days events. She was wearing her cute little night gown while telling the man all about how cute the baby was. Going on and on about how adorable he was, how she could see a mix of both Moon and Hawk in the little one. It was adorable to see her so worked up over something.

Demetri just sat there with a small smile while listening to her. His eyes half closed as he got more and more tired. Her rambling was quite cute though.

“He was so tiny! He’s a healthy little guy but he felt so small in my arms! I wonder if all babies feel like that?”

“Do you think he eats alot? I know baby’s have tiny stomachs at first and I never asked Moon about it. She probably knows that stuff better than I do.”

“Do you think we should get them a baby basket or something? I know we got them stuff when we went to the baby shower but who knows. Maybe they already need more diapers and wipes- oh what about clothes? Should we get them more clothes?”

The comments just continued for the rest of the night until the lights finally turned off and they all fell asleep.

But then Yasmine’s dreams started to get weird everytime she fell asleep. Dreams of random things, stupid dreams, funny dreams, sweet dreams, all of those were gone. Replaced by ones of Reader. Weird dreams, in Yas’s opinion, that were never brought up in her mind before.

“He’s kicking, Yas feel!” Reader giggled while reaching out for Yasmine’s hand. Demetri was already by her side feeling her belly. Yasmine’s eyes grew wide as she looked at her wife. Her once chubby and soft belly was now round and hard. Popping out in the nice dress she was wearing. Demetri grinned as his hand creased her tight belly. Yas’s hand was pulled over to be placed on Reader’s belly. Her cheeks grew red at the strange feeling.

For a moment in time she could swear she felt something move under the skin.

“I can’t wait to meet him. I can’t wait for us to finally get me out son.”

Yasmine woke up with a slight gasp. Her eye lids shot open. She rolled over, looking towards where her husband and wife were sleeping next to her. The darkness of the room hide them from her but she knew they were there. With no hesitation her hand quickly scanned over the body next to her.

Soft skin drifted under her finger tips, soft rolls over the belly she traces. She could feel the way Reader softly breathed under her fingers.

Her fingers soon dug ever so lightly into the soft belly of her wife.

Nothing stuck out to her, no hardness, no bump.

No movement of any kind.

Her eyes fluttered back closed.

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Yasmine gripped at the tiny tin foil packet that she grabbed from the bathroom cabinet. She flipped it around a little. There were already multiple small punches in the foil. Multiple pills already gone from the days before.

The sound of feet walking though the bedroom echoed into the bath. They stopped at the doorway, a voice filled the room.

“Oh are you looking for your birth control pills? I think they are next to mine in there. I think those are mine.” Reader said sweetly as she entered the big bathroom. Yasmine held herself back from almost dropping the small tin. She nodded before stuff the tin back into the cabinet. She didn’t even look at the other girl as she flees the bathroom.

Reader watches in confusion as she leaves.

She didn’t even take her own pills with her.

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“Why would you even think that!?” Yasmine screeched from her side of the bed. She had basically cocooned herself in one of their blankets at this point. She almost hissed at the other two people in the room.

“Babe you have been acting strange for weeks now. We just want to know what’s wrong with you.” Demetri replied as he sat on the edge of the bed. Reader slowly moved to roll over on the bed and lay next to the girl.

“Yas you have been so…unfocused the past few weeks that it has us worried. We can’t even have sex without you acting all weird about it. We just want to know what’s wrong.”

“She has been acting weird, especially during sex…” Demetri mumbled.

Minutes passed in a long silent pause.

Something seemed to click in Reader’s mind.

“Yasmine….do you want to have a baby?” Her words were filled with pure curiosity. A new look of interest crossed her face. She smiled as Yasmine retreated even further back into her little blanket cocoon. Face fully a blazed by now.

Demetri pulled himself onto the bed more, resting by Yasmine’s feet. With a brow raised he looked to Reader saying “Yasmine? Wanting a baby? Wasn’t she just saying she didn’t want one, especially right now just a few weeks ago when it was brought up?” Yasmine couldn’t take it anymore. The constant talking and false ideas were starting to get to her.

“It’s not me! I don’t want have a baby! I want Reader too! I want Reader to get pregnant okay! Why do the both of you have to be so dumb, especially you, you stupid nerd!” Yasmine screamed and rolled over. She shoved her face into one of the pillows. She wanted to scream right now. She had just confessed one of her deepest secrets. One of her deepest ideas that she had been struggling with for almost a month now. Thats all she wanted right now.

She wanted to see Reader all swollen with Demetri’s baby. She wanted to hold THEIR baby. She wanted to see Reader coo and baby talk their little one and not the Moskowitz kid.

She just wanted their baby.

“Is that really what all of this has been about? You want me to get pregnant?” Reader said ever so softly as she cuddled into the girls side. Demetri was quick to do the same. He crawled across the bed as wrapped an arm around the two women. His long arms stretched to pull them both in, Yasmine groaned as she was pulled up out of her small ball. A grin fell on his lips as she looked down at her.

“You want me to get Reader pregnant?”

“Don’t you even fucking start.”

“Yasmine I’m being serious about this. Is this really why you have been acting so funny?” Demetri said in a serious tone. His eyes where trained on hers, love and affection where the only things he gave off. No humors tone no judgment filled their voices as they looked for her real answer. 

There was no hiding the truth anymore. Reader had hit the nail on the head.

“Maybe. Okay yes, that’s why. All I keep thinking about is Reader having our baby. Ever since we went over to see the Moskowitz baby it’s the only thing I have been able to think about. At first I didn’t want a baby. Mostly because baby’s are a lot of work and I was a little scared and also we have all been doing so well recently. Wool and school and been doing so great for all of us, a baby would complicate all of that for us. But then I started really thinking about it.” She paused before going on. “What if we CAN have a baby? What if this is actually the perfect time for us to have one? We have money, a home, time, we could do it. I just know we can.”

She unraveled herself from her blanket and sat up.

“I keep thinking of Reader holding our baby too and I love it. I can’t stop thinking about how much we would love them. How well taken care of they would be with us as their parents. I know Reader would be such a good mama and Demetri would be such a good daddy too.”

Reader held the girl tighter “You know you would be a great mom too right.” She giggled a little.

“So we should start trying for a baby then?” Demetri remarked which caused Yasmine to hit him softly in the chest. He groaned a little and backed off.

“Don’t even try to start something with me right now.”