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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Hi:) after reading your Lorcan x chubby reader ff I've been wondering if you could write an Eris x chubby reader where he literally worships her?

so I assumed that by literally worshipping, you meant full body worship like smut but if you meant something else lmk I'll see what I can do

Incomparable

Eris x Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, body image issues, body worship, oral f!receiving, overstimulation, p in sex, not proofread

You strode into your bedroom in a whirlwind of emotions, angry and upset from the events of the evening. It was often that your mate’s role required the two of you to attend formal events such as tonight’s ball - and typically you quite enjoyed them - but tonight pushed your limits.

You had been fitted for a gorgeous new dress that made you feel incredible, elated to show off to Eris when you left for the night. He said that you looked beautiful, but you had been hoping for a stronger reaction, and then you arrived at the ball. Beautiful fae females were everywhere - tall and slender and elegant, how fae typically were. The standard of beauty were those elongated features and slim figures, and looking down at your full figure and accentuated curves, it was difficult to acknowledge your natural beauty for what it was, but rather you saw yourself as “other.”

Holding back tears, you threw your shoes off and towards the corner as you struggled to untie the laces on the back of your dress. Eris arched an amused brow as he watched you, until your fingers gave up on fumbling with the ties of the dress and you let out a frustrated cry. You hung your head in your hands as Eris approached you, now aware of your emotions as he carefully put his hands on your shoulders.

He placed a kiss to your temple, moving around to face you as he pulled your hands away from your face to look into your eyes. Eris searched your face with concern as he gently asked, “what is it, little love?” Your lower lip wobbled and shoulders slumped as you looked down at yourself - the curve of your hips and stomach visible in your dress. The same curves you loved at times, now haunting you merely because they were different from everyone else.

Eris tracked your gaze, watching as your hands gripped the skin around your hips. His eyes flashed with an intense expression as he pulled your hands away, holding your wrists with one of his hands above your head. You gasped at the exposed feeling, attempting to squirm away from his hold, but Eris had a firm grip on you.

His gaze turned predatory, eyes darkening as he ran his free hand down your body, over your breasts and hips, until a single finger trailed across your hip, hovering over where you ached for his touch. Your breathing grew heavy, coming in pants - Eris harshly grabbed your ass as he spun you around, bending you over the mattress and groaned at the sight of you. “How can you possibly not see how beautiful you are?” he growled out, grinding his hard length against you as he leaned forward, dragging his teeth along your earlobe as he made quick work of loosening the ties on your dress.

Eris pulled you back up so that you were flush against him, the silky fabric of your dress pooling at your ankles so that you were naked against his fully clothed form. He angled your head to provide himself easy access to mark your neck, biting and sucking the skin until he reached your collarbone. He licked along the bone, murmuring against your skin, “you were the most beautiful female in that room tonight. Every male couldn’t take his eyes off of you. I almost burned several of them.”

You sighed at his touch, body betraying you as it arched into him. “You certainly didn’t seem impressed by me earlier,” you managed to breathe out. Eris pulled back for a moment, hand gripping your jaw to look at him as he leaned down, tugging your lower lip in between his teeth before whispering against your mouth, “ah, then I guess I should spend my evening impressing upon you, shouldn’t I?”

With anyone else, you would find that challenging question sweet - but with Eris, you knew that you had signed yourself up for a long night.

Three orgasms later, you were writhing on the mattress, struggling against Eris’s firm hold as his fingers curled against your walls, eliciting embarrassing sounds from your wet center as he sucked harshly on your clit. You mewled, head swimming as you struggled to stay coherent under his overstimulation. Your head lolled against the sheets as you pleaded, “Eris, please, I-“ only to be cut off by your own moan. What you were begging him for, you could no longer remember, in a haze as Eris continued to murmur praises - everything he loved about you, your body, your heart, your mind - against your clit while he worked you skillfully towards your fourth orgasm.

Legs shaking, you came screaming his name, vision blacking out as you struggled to catch your breath. You registered Eris crawling over you, his arms bracketing on either side of your head as he leaned down to kiss you, tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of you on his tongue. Eris sucked your own tongue between his lips, and you gasped as you bucked against him, feeling his hard arousal still confined in his pants.

You eagerly reached for the ties of his pants, needing to have him inside of you despite your exhaustion. Eris groaned, his head dipping into the crook of your neck as you took his length out of his pants and rubbed his tip against your core. You wrapped your legs around him, urging Eris into you. You both moaned at the feeling as he settled inside of you, and you took this time to kiss all over his face and neck, letting Eris know how much you adored him as well.

He made love to you slowly, making eye contact as he reveled in your expressions at each thrust. Eris finished with a groan, rolling onto his back as he pulled you into his side, the both of you completely spent from too much pleasure. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and angled your chin to look at him once more. “Do not ever doubt your beauty, little love. I love you, because you are like no one else. There is no one like you, and you are mine, as I am yours.”

With that, Eris pushed off the mattress to prepare you a bath, where he repeated the parts of your body that he loved as he washed you, and you fell asleep in the loving arms of your mate.

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b00kdiary · 5 months

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Euphoria | Ithan Holstrom

Ithan Holstrom x Plus Size Reader

Where Y/N finds herself needing to be reminded just how desirable she is, and Ithan Holstrom is more than willing to show her. Here's to all my thick, fat, plus-size girlies who want some SJM men love too xo

Warnings: mature themes (18 +) swearing, body-image issues, eventual smut and the Ithan being utterly infatuated with his thick, beautiful lady.

MASTERLIST

I stared, unblinking, as Ruhn Danaan, Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, kissed his way down the neck of a gorgeous and dark-skinned Faun. I trailed my gaze along as he sucked and bit gently against her soft skin and perfect bone structure, the Faun's eyes closed, her face a mirror of lust and bliss.

The grip I had on my glass tightened and I willed myself not the shatter it, to not draw attention to myself, to how jealous and seething I was.

The fluorescent lights inside the White Raven danced over the two of them, highlighting their ungodly beauty as they danced and rocked against each other to the beat of music. My chest tightened at the way Ruhn's arms wrapped so effortlessly around her slim waist, resting against the perfectly flat length of her stomach, revealed by her cropped bralette.

She was lovely by most standards and typical of the kind of females Ruhn was seen with- tall with small breasts and a small, yet nice ass and petite enough that there wasn't a single place that sat out or rubbed or curved too much.

Unlike me.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat, taking a long indulgent sip of my drink to drive away the dryness and the sorrow. It was hard not to trail my mind into those uncharted, dark waters, the kind of scary, hollow place of insecurity where I could pick myself apart and rip any sense of security I had to pieces.

Because unlike that Faun, who had turned now, her toned back facing me as Ruhn kissed her, kissed her with so much passion and need that it made me feel sick. Unlike her, I was not petite or skinny and I did not look like the kind of girl that Ruhn Danaan desired.

"You're glaring, Y/N." A deep voice interrupted my pity party and snapped me back into this room, away from all the meanest, cruellest thoughts I had of myself.

I turned, levelling out my eyes and surprise-filled me when I met with honey-brown eyes and a smile that could melt a girl's heart and drop her panties.

My lip kicked up as I took in the golden-brown soft waves of hair and tan sun-kissed skin, my gaze moved down, over the acres of strong, corded muscle that was further accentuated by the form-fitting t-shirt he wore.

"Ithan Holstrom," I mused, cocking my head at him, and seeing his lip tilt into a lazy smile "You're the last person I expected to see here, I didn't think this was your kind of scene."

"It's not, not really but," He shrugged, glancing over his broad shoulder to where a few wolves sat gathered around a table "But the pack forced me."

"You don't strike me as the type of guy who can be forced to do anything," I raised a brow, tossing a long strand of hair over my shoulder and felt Ithan's eyes track each movement. "Don't try and hide it, you came here for a good time, a good fuck maybe?"

He chuckled at my playful words, the sound rough and heady, running over me and prickling my skin. I forced myself to breathe as he stepped closer, close enough that his hard chest brushed against my breasts, and I felt the warmth and scent of him.

"Is that what you came for?" He asked, though his words weren't a question, not as he looked over my head, his stare pointed, straight to where Ruhn and that Faun stood "Or were you planning to glare at Ruhn Danaan all night, hoping he'd notice you?"

"Don't be a prick," I scowled, my lip curling and I pushed at his chest, hearing a rough bark of laughter escape him as he saw the fire burning in my eyes " I might be pining after Ruhn, but it's no different to how you trailed after Bryce like a lost puppy all these years, Holstrom."

His eyes darkened at that- those honeyed pupils shadowing into a starless night sky. Bryce was a sore topic still, even after two years and I felt guilt gnaw at me, hating myself for mentioning her, for the way that smile tilted down now.

"Bryce didn't want me, I knew she didn't," Ithan gritted back, his jaw locked and his eyes hard "Ruhn might want you, he could want you as badly as you want him, you're just too scared to find out."

"I'm not scared," I said defensively, crossing my arms over my chest, and yet again, I didn't miss how his steely gaze fell, something sparking in them as my top lowered and revealed my ample cleavage. I clear my throat, ignoring the twist in my gut "I'm just realistic, I know Ruhn's type, I've seen his type and I know I'm not it."

"His type?" Ithan mused, raising a dark, thick brow at me "What? Gorgeous? Desirable? No, you're definitely not his type." It was sarcastically drawled, accompanied by a sassy eye roll and it was the least serious I had seen Ithan in years- since Connor died.

"Try petite, skinny and perfect," I snort, but my voice isn't as joking as I would like, it's heavier, weighed down by the reality of the words.

"Bullshit, Y/N," Ithan scowls, and the way his eyes glared out in protest, in defence, it was as if he was furious at me for even saying what I did. "If Ruhn fucking Danaan thinks you're not perfect then he's a bigger asshole than I already thought he was."

I felt my face heat, my body turning hot and needy at his words, at the honesty and conviction behind them. He stepped closer, close enough that I smelt the mint and alcohol on his warm breath, and a fire sparked in my core- and I didn't step back.

"You think I'm perfect?" I whispered, my voice hoarse and shaking slightly. I couldn't stop staring into his eyes, couldn't stop watching the lust roil in them, darkening them by each second, we inched closer, drawn together like magnets. "Don't fuck with me Ithan, I mean it."

"Y/N, while you were busy glaring down Danaan and the Faun," Ithan said, his voice slipping into a low timbre, the gruffness clawing over my nerves and making me breathless "I was staring at you."

"You were?" My voice was softer than I wanted it to be, but my defences were wearing down. I had always found Ithan attractive, always wondered what he would be like as more than a friend. And as his hand snaked around my waist, large, veined, and ringed, and slowly dragged me to him, I knew that those feelings hadn't faded with time.

"You might not believe me, but I was staring at you, alongside damn near every other male in this room, Y/N," Ithan muttered, his face inches from mine and when his nose brushed against my cheek, my eyes fluttered. "If you had just looked around you, you would have seen how many wanted you- and how could they not?"

I felt his hand trail down my back and sides, over the rolls and curves of flesh, and I felt nauseous, hating that he could feel it. But he growled, a purely animal sound, his fingers digging into my flesh as if he was holding himself back as if touching me brought him to the edge of his control.

"Ithan," I swallowed, steeling my spine, and forcing back the fierceness and power I was used to wielding with men, "I'm not Bryce Quinlan."

"And I'm not Ruhn Danaan," He shot back immediately, his lip quirking "But that doesn't change the fact that I fucking want you, and I know you want me too."

I inhaled a shaky, long breath, my throat drying out at his words and at all the sinful, dirty images that flashed through my mind, filthy enough that I had to clench my thighs shut.

"Let's walk to yours, no cab," I say hoarsely, ignoring the way he grinned as I grabbed his hand and began dragging him to the exit. He followed dutifully, his fingers interlocking with mine, his thumb brushing soothing, soft strokes against my palm.

"Why?" He laughed, his brow raising at me as I glanced over my shoulder and I didn't miss the way my body ignited, striking, and burning as his gaze trailed over my skin.

"Because I can't promise I won't ride you in the back seat," I said honestly, gnawing on my lip as my eyes met his over my shoulder "And I don't want the night to end before it's even begun."

"Fuck," Ithan swore, low and dirty, and I could smell his arousal.

Just like I knew he could smell mine.

***

We walked through The Wolves Den with ease, silent and quick-paced as we waded through each corridor and climbed floor after floor.

Ithan had wanted to take the lift straight to his floor and had been so on edge that he looked as if he might have taken me against the wall in the goddamn lobby if I had given him the say-so. But I wanted him at breaking point, wanted that wolf inside him to come out clawing, biting and roaring.

So instead, we walked, each second that passed and the silence that stretched drawing the tension tauter and tauter, and I could feel my blood thrum in anticipation. Ithan looked over at me as we walked down the final corridor- and the smirk he wore, the knowing gleam in his eyes, told me everything he wanted to do.

"You have got to be kidding me, Ithan," A voice declared, female and high-pitched, loud enough that it grated against my senses and had both of us coming to a reluctant halt. I eyed the fifth door, which happened to be Ithan's room, with need. "Bringing the trash home?"

"Watch it, Amelie," Ithan growled, his eyes tapering in warning as he turned to glare at the dark-haired, golden-eyed female before him. His pack member- and a total hateful bitch.

"Why? Scared I'll scare away your whore for the night?" She snorted, her arms folding over her chest as she looked at me, amusement and cruelty gleaming in her eyes. I saw her stare trail between us, taking in our interlocked hands, the way our arousals wafted in the air, and she scowled.

Jealous, that much was obvious.

"Hey, Ithan?" I mused, glancing sideways at him, and smiling sweetly. He rose a brow at me, confused and half-amused. "Are the walls here thin?" I stared pointedly, past Amelie, to the open door at her side, number four- right next to Ithan's.

Ithan seemed to catch onto my thought trail and chuckled lowly, nodding his head "Very thin."

"Amelie," I smirked, my hand trailing up Ithan's muscled chest as he punched in the code and pushed open his room door, "When you touch yourself tonight, imagining that Ithan's fucking you and not me, don't be too loud- Ithan might hear it and go limp."

"You fucking-" Her eyes burned, and so did her cheeks, outrage and embarrassment filling her as she stepped toward me.

"Have a good night, I know I will." I winked and Ithan's laughter flittered over to me, caressing my skin like a phantom touch. The door clicked shut behind me, and suddenly, Amelie was gone, and it was just me and him, in his room, together, and alone.

"I don't think I've ever seen Amelie that red before, she's not used to being put in her place like that," Ithan noted, his eyes dancing with amusement as he leaned against the back of his sofa "She's not going to let that go, you know?"

"Amelie's a neurotic, insecure bitch," I scowl, walking a few tentative steps further into his room, "She can get fucked, I couldn't care less."

Ithan doesn't say anything else, remaining silent as my gaze lifts and washes over his room. I take in the four bare walls and the simple brown sofa, glass table and TV, a large double bed at the furthest wall and a chest of drawers and a matching wardrobe at its side.

"Not what you were expecting?" Ithan asked, cocking his head to the side as he observed my expression. I pursed my lips, looking over his folded arms, the way the muscles bulged, and I swallowed.

"I'm not sure what I expected," I say honestly, my voice quiet and when I slowly began to walk over to Ithan, I felt the tension in the air go taut. I paused, standing just before where he sat on the sofa's back, looking at me with a wry smile. "Were you being honest when you said that the walls are thin?"

"I was," He chuckled, revealing two sharp canines on either side of his upper teeth and I shivered at the sight of them. I imagined them against my skin, teasing, scrapping, and biting and I clenched my hands. "Were you being honest when you said you would be having a good night?"

I smiled at the heat in his eyes, at the way we were so close, yet we didn't touch not in one single place, and I knew he was holding out, restraining himself from grabbing on to me, just as I was.

"I plan to have a good night," I say, cocking my head in challenge "But really, it's up to you how good of a night for me it is."

One second, I'm standing before Ithan, smirking, cocky as I watch the lust burning in his eyes, and then the next, his fingers are wrapping around my throat, his ring digging into my jugular as he pulls me to him.

I groan as his mouth collides with mine and my body shakes at the heady, desperate way his lips move against me, tasting me, devouring me, taking me like it's his last night on Midgard. I melted into the strength and solidity of him, his hand at my throat, the firm pressure there, making my body turn weak.

Ithan's lips move against me, deep, languished strokes that fan the embers sparking in my stomach and I dig my nails into his chest, curling my fingers around the fabric of his t-shirt, needing to tether myself to him, to keep myself upright.

I whimper at the feeling of his left hand descending my body, his fingers gripping against every bit of flesh and curve with need, all the way from the top of my spine to the curve of my ass, and he groans as he cups me, the flesh spilling out and soft against his palm.

“Bed, now,” I pull back, my faces only inches from his and we’re both panting wildly, lust and need dancing in our gazes, like a mirror.

“Hm, not sure I’m a fan of being told what to do in my own place, sweetheart,” Ithan smirks, and my eyes flutter as he draws me closer, biting and suckling against my neck, the feeling of his canines against my skin driving me crazy. “Why don’t you try again?”

“Stop trying to be an alpha male, Ithan,” I manage to grit out, desperately trying to force down the moans that threaten to slip past my lips, but his mouth and tongue against my hot skin make it so hard. “We both know you’re really just a puppy- ah-“

A squeal escapes me as both of Ithan’s arms wrap around me, hooking under my ass and there’s a whoosh of air as he yanks me up into his arms, so fast my heart lurches and I’m locking my legs around his waist and holding onto his t-shirt so tightly I’m surprised it didn’t tear.

“You’re far too coherent right now,” Ithan grumbles and fuck if the sound of it doesn’t go straight between my legs. I hold onto him tighter as he begins to carry me over to bed, looking as if my weight is less than nothing to him right now. “I’m going to need to fix that.”

“Please do,” I whisper, tossing my hair from my face and bringing my lips back against his, slower, deeper, the hardness and ridges of his body brushing against my breasts feeling so good and the long, thick length rubbing against my thigh feels even better.

Ithan smirks against my lips as we thump against the bed and true to his word, Ithan drops me on the bed, so hard and fast I grunt at the impact, my body and tits bouncing as I land on my ass. The sight makes him smile, and the way he towers over me, looking like some kind of God has every nerve in my burning.

“You’re fucking incredible,” He mutters, and the honey in his eyes is gone, melted into the darkest chocolate, the kind that told me every filthy, heady, dirty thing he wanted to do to me. I leaned back on my palms as he rested a knee on the mattress, lowering his pleased face down to mine. “But I bet you’d look even better without all the clothes.”

His hand snakes around to the zip at the back of my top and fuck, fuck, fuck- I freeze.

“Or not?” He mutters, a crease forming between his brows at the way my body physically locks up and his hand immediately stops, resting flat against my back, his thumb rubbing softly to soothe me. “We don’t have to do that if you don’t want-“

“No, no-“ I shake my head, clearing my throat as I bring a hand to cup his jaw, loving the way he melts into the touch, “It was just a habit, a muscle memory reaction- No, trust me, I want to, I want you, Ithan.”

“Good, because I want you too, Y/N,” He mutters, smiling as he brings his mouth down, but he doesn’t pull at the zipper, instead he kisses me, tastes me, and enjoys me, and my hands curl into the root of his hair, glad for that moment of reprieve.

I can tell he’s being sweet because he is sweet, and now that he knows I’m hesitating, he won’t make the next move until he’s sure I’m ready- and I am, I am so fucking ready.

I pull back from him, my eyes locking with his and the room is so silent, deadly silent, as I draw my hand back and ever so slowly tug down the zipper to my top. The sound is almost sensual, making Ithan’s face darken, in anticipation, in feral lust.

I gnaw on my lip as the zipper pulls free and still keeping my eyes on his, I draw the top forward, down my arms, every movement deliberate until the fabric is discarded on the floor beside us. Ithan says nothing as he stares down at me, as he stares down at my bare chest, my breasts heavy and aching and I’ve never been gladder that I chose not to wear a bra.

His Adam’s apple bobs and the breath seizes in my lungs as his cold hand traces across my back, around to my chest and he groans, low and deep, the second his hand cups around my breast. I gasp as he kneads the flesh, his fingers slowly and deliberately tugging on my pebbled nipple.

“Ithan,” I growl, I can’t help it, he’s staring at me, looking like he wants to devour me, but he hasn’t bloody moved. “Do something, for Cthona’s sake.”

“So needy,” He croons, and I nearly sigh when he leans forward again and pushes me back to lay flat against the mattress. My body shivered as he climbed onto the bed, his large figure moving to hover over me, and I felt almost small in comparison to him, a feeling that was unfamiliar to me.

He kissed lower down my neck, his mouth inching closer as his hand kneaded my breast, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers and tugging gently igniting so many sparks that I couldn't even speak, merely moaning breathlessly with each sure touch.

I gasped when his head ducked, his eyes shielded by the strands of hair that fell forward as he plucked one nipple into his mouth. My back arched and my fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to hurt as the raw feeling of his tongue and teeth teased me.

“Ithan,” I moaned when he began biting against my nipple, not too hard, but firm enough that I felt the shock go through every nerve ending, sparking, burning, and throbbing, so hard I felt it in my core.

My head spins as Ithan begins shifting lower, and I cringe when he begins trailing his hands down my stomach, instantly thinking over every roll and stretch mark and flesh that was there- not that he seemed to mind. No, he kissed against the skin, trailing his tongue languidly down, just as infatuated as he had been before.

The tension in the air is thick as Ithan runs his calloused hands down the side of my thick thighs, kneading the flesh and teasing the material of my skirt, his intentions obvious. And with the ache beginning to become unbearable between my legs, I don’t hesitate to lift my hips, glad when he immediately hooks his fingers into the top of my skirt- pulling it and my underwear down in one go.

It’s almost amusing how quickly he discards the excess material over his shoulder, so transfixed on the sight of my naked body before him, sprawled out and burning from the intensity of his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” He groans, his voice hoarse and the tightness coiling in my chest eases as he runs his hand up my thighs, feeling the cellulite and stretch marks and grins as he spread my legs apart for him to come between.

My heart races in anticipation as he sinks down below my parted thighs, his eyes burning with satisfaction as he comes level to my core, and the urge to clamp my legs shut fills me- which he seems to sense, if his strong grip on either side of my thigh, keeping spread wide apart is any indication.

I feel his hot breath against my most sensitive part and just when I feel like the seconds are dragging into minutes, making me fidgety and restless, I gasp at the feeling of his tongue flicking against my clit, soft and probing, coaxing out quiet moans from me.

“That’s it,” Ithan purrs and the sound vibrates against my core, making me clench my fingers into the duvet under me for purchase. Ithan seems encouraged by my moans, his tongue lapping against my clit in long languish strokes that draw pleasure from me in waves. “Taste so fucking good.”

He grins against me, cocky, sure, and under any other circumstances I’d hate it, but right now, I can’t find it in me. Instead, I reach down, lacing my fingers through his soft hair, tugging, yanking, and scratching, coaxing Ithan to give me more- which he happily does.

“Fuck, oh my-“ Two fingers prod my wet entrance, and the sound is so lewd as he quickly stuffs the two digits inside me, stretching me in the most perfect yet painful way, especially when he curls those two digits, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars.

“There we go,” Ithan coaxes softly, feeling my body start to vibrate and writhe, that pool of pleasure building and building within me, plummeting fast and harder as he fucks his fingers in and out steadily, in tandem with the smooth agile movement of his tongue against my clit. “There we go, such a good girl.”

I cry out, trembling and moaning as a white-hot blaze burns through me, starting at my core and running into my thighs and stomach, all the way down to my toes. I pant, my head fogging with the overwhelming blanket of pleasure that Ithan’s smothered me with.

Ithan groans, his teeth tugging at my sore clit before he eventually lets go, his fingers slipping out of me with ease. I exhale harshly at the loss of contact, sagging back as the euphoria dies down and my body settles into calm again.

Ithan ascends my body, a shit-eating grin on his wet lips and I don’t have time to even speak before he captures my mouth in his, pushing his tongue deep into me, letting me taste myself.

“How’s that for a puppy, sweetheart?” He mutters, biting my bottom lip and I roll my eyes at the sheer masculine satisfaction in his voice, in those bright eyes as he stares at me.

“Don’t be an arrogant prick,” I snipe back, ignoring Ithan’s laughter as I place either hand on his shoulder and the surprise that lights his face as I yank him down onto the bed beside me, flipping us so that I’m straddling him, makes me grin. “I’m still in charge, Ithan.”

“If this is you being in charge, I’m not fucking complaining,” He smirks lazily, his voice heavy with lust as he leans back, his eyes oh so slowly trailing across my body atop his, looking like the cat that got the cream as he enjoys every inch of me.

I smile, soft, as I run my hands against the seam of his t-shirt, my thumbs hooking under the material and slowly dragging it up- revealing inch after inch of tan, smooth skin, so much corded muscle it makes me hot. Ithan easily helps, and it’s not long before the material is over his head and thrown to the ever-growing pile of clothes on his floor.

I drag my core against the front seam of Ithan’s jeans, and our groans mix in the air at the feeling of his hard length brushing against me. I don’t waste any time, Ithan’s eyes never leaving me as I move my hands to the front of his jeans, my fingers fumbling against the button and zipper, almost desperate as I open them, tugging the materials down just a little.

“Shit,” I mutter, my eyes widening as Ithan’s hard cock slips out, breaking free and slapping back against his stomach. Ithan snorts at my reaction, at the sheer surprise on my face at the size of him, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment as he smiles at me. “Shut up.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” His eyes flutter as I grip my hand around his hard length, my fingers struggling to find purchase as I palm up and down, every moan and gasp that escapes him egging me on. “You’re fucking killing me here, sweetheart.”

“Poor puppy,” I tease, smirking and Ithan’s canines expose in warning, his hands coming to either side of my hips, and when he slowly lifts me up, dragging me closer to him, I prepare myself for the feeling of him inside me.

“Shit, shit,” I moan as Ithan’s cock brushes my entrance and I ever so slowly sink down, down, down, until he’s stretching me like he’s going to break me in two, until his tip brushes something far and deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ithan swears, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips and thighs so tightly, I can feel the cut of his nails.

I flutter my eyes as the burn soon seeps into pleasure and we both suck in a gasp of air when I drag up, so deliberate and slow, all the way to the tip, before slamming back down, hard and fast. Ithan swears, his chest rising and falling so fast as I do it again and again, his cock slipping against my wet core like it was made for me.

“Ithan, oh-“ I whimper as I ride up and down his cock, alternating between fast, hard strokes and long, slow ones, Ithan’s hands at my hips guiding me along, helping me chase after the relief, and I know I won’t last long, not with the cord within me tightening so perfectly.

“Look at you riding my cock so well,” Ithan praises roughly, his teeth gritted as he pants and moans every time he sinks into me, and when my eyes lock with his, I’ve never felt more seen, more desired in my life. “Look at those tits bouncing, fuck, taking me so good Y/N.”

He ruts his hips up to meet me, the sound of him fucking in and out of me, so wild and demanding, is like music in the room, mixing with our moans, our low curses, and the way our hands wander over each other, unable to get enough.

My fingers scratch against Ithan’s chest and abs, my body starting to shake and weaken at how good it feels, how he’s hitting against a spot that makes my insides turn to mush, again and again. Ithan must sense my fatigue, sense my head spinning, because he grabs me, and within seconds, we’ve flipped over and he’s on top of me now.

His hand guides my thighs around his hips and my eyes roll, my back arches, as he sinks in even deeper and I whimper into his lips, into his mouth at the brutal pace he sets, slamming into me again and again, unrelenting, and merciless, so fucking good I can’t catch my breath.

My eyes flutter open as Ithan’s hand wraps around my throat, pressing firmly on either side of my neck and when my eyes meet his when I see the burning, commanding, domineering power behind them, it’s like something in me rips in two.

He hits a spot, some magic, fathomless spot inside me and it all shatters to pieces like glass.

“Ithan, I’m-“ I cry out, black dots blurring my vision and my body bucking and writhing against his hard muscles as release ripples over me like a tidal wave. Ithan grunts as I clench around him, suffocating his cock inside me, the orgasm hitting me and lasting longer than I’ve ever had.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it,” Ithan whispers, panting against my lips, and I feel his movements become sloppier, more erratic, more careless, driven to the edge by me coming around him. “Everyone in the whole fucking Dens gonna know whose making you feel this good.”

I whimper at the filthy words he grunts into my ear, my body trembling with the aftermath of my orgasm, edged on by the way Ithan still fucked in and out of me, chasing his own high and when his forehead rests against mine and he groans, guttural and heady and low, I know he’s found it.

The sound he makes, the growl that escapes him, reverberates through the whole damn room and my body is aching as he comes to a gradual stop inside me, our sweaty, panting bodies, melting into each other as we climb down from our peaks.

Ithan groans as he slowly slips out of me, the feeling of his warm cum leaking from me and dripping down my skin making me blush, and the small smirk that lines his lips as he inches back to look at me tells me he finds it both amusing and adorable.

“I can feel your cum leaking down my thigh,” I breathe and Ithan's eyes flutter, rolling as he laughs, burying his face into my neck dramatically, as if I were completely ruining him.

“Keep saying shit like that, Y/N and I might just have to chain you to this bed,” Ithan mutters against my skin, kissing and nibbling across my neck and jaw before he meets my lips again, kissing me sweetly as if memorising the taste and feel of me.

“After that, I’m tempted to let you, Ithan,” I grin, sighing as he rests his weight on top of me, his arms on either side making sure not to crush me, but the warmth and touch is welcome.

“Are you still thinking about Ruhn Danaan?” He muses, cocking his head, and the honey has returned back to his eyes, that smile turning boyish and soft again as he stares down at me.

“No,” I say simply, honestly, dragging my hand up his chest and neck, before settling against his jaw, my thumb drawing lines across the hard ridge there. “Are you still thinking about Bryce Quinlan?”

“Definitely not,” He smiles, earnest and firm and the sight makes my entire body heat again.

“Good,” I let my eyes darken, letting him see just what I was thinking as I wrap a leg around his hip, drawing his hardening cock back down against me- and he grins with feral delight at the action. “Because I haven’t quite gotten you out of my system yet, Puppy.”

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@mis-lil-red @hyemishii @assaultsofthought @starswholistenanddreamsanswered

#sarah j maas #sjm books #crescent city #crescent city smut #ithan holstrom #ithan holstrom x reader #ithan holstrom smut #ithan holstrom x plus size reader #smut #plus size reader #plus size smut #plus size y/n #acotar #tog fanfic

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dear-mrs-otome · 3 months

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Jude's 'Love Kiss' from CE

The shitbrained summary version, definitely inaccurate somewhere but you'll get the gist:

Opens on Kate all, OOOH PRETTY FLOWERS Lovely summer breeze, this is heavenly, I could stay here forever 😍

Then the lovely scene is interrupted by a voice bitching that she can't laze about there and never pay them back, and Kate's thinking, nani the fuck, is that Jude's voice? Crap he's right I can't be in debt to him!

She jerks awake and promptly chokes up a shitload of water, looking around all blearily. BEAUTIFUL PLACE GONE :( Ellis is there, banging her on the back asking if she's okay and such, and she says ya she's alright. Ellis tells her, dang girl you nearly drowned!

She's thinking, holy crap was that garden THE AFTERLIFE? If not for Jude's voice, she might still be there, DED. The idea is kinda freaking her out tbh, so she hugs herself.

Jude sighs that it's bit cold for a swim ffs, and Kate's tells him she wasn't swimming, there was this child drowning so she wanted to save them??? She's panicked a moment over whether the kiddo is okay, and Ellis assures her they are - they went off to a doctor to get checked out but seemed fine, just cold. She's relieved and asks, did Ellis save her then? He sets the record straight though, telling her nope, not me, I didn't get here in time - Jude hauled you back to shore and gave you mouth to mouth.

Cue Kate all…..Jude????

She finally notices that he's soaking wet too, and Jude offers her a smarmy line about how it sucks for her she didn't get kissed awake by a ✨prince✨ - she got the wizard. Kate says, no actually thanks a bunch but record scratch wait. Mouth to mouth?????

Jude: That's usually the standard first aid when someone's drowned duh

Then Jude bitches at her for getting all blushy over something like that and how she's gonna make him look stupid for saving her dumb ass. Finishing with exasperation, all …ugh whatever, I'm soaking wet and I'm going home, get ur ass to the doctor just in case. He chucks his jacket at her with a comment about how she's putting on a show (cause her clothes are wet and plastered and see-through) and it'll cause him problems and look bad to be seen with her like that so cover up. She's swimming in the jacket when she puts it on but it's warm and dry and smells like him and she has to scold herself BAD HEART NO SKIPPING BEATS.

Just about then Ellis tells them both to look up, and Jude's startled to see there's some leftover Christmas decoration or something in the tree above, with some mistletoe. Kate's thinking, oh dang, isn't there some superstition about how if a couple kisses under the mistletoe they'll be together forever?? DOES MOUTH TO MOUTH COUNT?

From the look Jude's giving her as he glances at her it seems obvious to us that Kate's every thought is probably plain as day in her expressions. He rips the decoration down, shoves it at Ellis and tells him: Burn it.

Ellis takes off immediately to do just that, and Kate begins all, uh….soooo…. Jude….

He stops her though and says, you don't actually believe in that superstition right?

Kate: PFFT N-NO >.> why, do you? Jude obesrves that she's a shit liar, before grabbing her arm and saying that he's gonna shove a new superstition into that ditzy head of hers. And with that he yanks her in and kisses her for real this time…but she can't help noticing how there's no warmth to it, not with the both of them freezing cold from the river and such. When he finally pulls back pointedly, Kate is thinking the icy kiss was like proving there's no love between them.

Jude proclaims that kissing under the same spot NEGATES the first kiss, so there - Cancelled. Nulled and voided.

Kate just….okayyyy. Clearly she knows he's just made this up, and she's wondering why the heck he would even bother kissing her again to make up for HER superstition. Does he hate the concept of it THAT much? Because, obviously, they aren't a couple. It wouldn't even apply. They're clearly not making some FOREVER PROMISE to each other.

…But it still kinda stings for some reason she can't explain.

She's chalking it up to the discrepancy between how glad she'd felt that Jude had saved her, and the NOPE attitude here, but Jude says that basically, just a kiss isn't worth it/enough to pledge TOGETHER FOREVER over. Clearly offended by the very idea. Kate's all, what, is a vow that bad??

And Jude simply says:

There's no such thing as forever.

It takes her a second to figure out how that's an answer to her question, and then it clicks. It's not that Jude dislikes the idea of a promise. It's that Jude always keeps his, and if 'forever' doesn't exist like that, he's not going to make that promise because he can't keep it. Nothing is forever, ergo a promise of eternity is bound to be broken, and therefore Jude would never make it. And Kate's thinking, GDI that's actually really sincere of him. People can lie to themselves too, about love and 'staying together forever'…but even if it's just a silly superstition, Jude never makes a promise he can't keep.

She wonders to herself if… someday, he might find someone he wants to pledge forever to. And she's musing how despite bitching and everything, he didn't hesitate to save her. She's spent enough time around him by now to know that he's not a bad man at heart. How behind all his ruthlessness and arrogance, he's not truly cruel at all.

…Someday, someone's going to notice that side of Jude and snag him. And that thought unsettles her, for some reason she can't explain.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil jude #spoiler #spoilers #ikemen villains spoilers #ikevil spoilers #i wanted to english some of this better but zero brainpower today

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cahrlotah · 2 years

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𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

IF YOU ARE A MINOR DNI! This is +18 content

Pure smut because I’m horny plus I wrote this at 2-3am so it's kinda shitty (no prove reading) ,I might write another version soon. This is kind of inspired from a Loki fanfic i read a few months ago.

word count: 1.2k

trigger warnings: innocence kink, blowjob, pastor!daughter reader, virgin reader, pure smut, purity ring, breaking purity pact/ not following religious mandates, blasphemies, oral f & m , praising, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it kiddos)

When Mrs. Thompson told me that I would have to tutor Eddie Munson, I never would have expected that I would be in his trailer on a Saturday night. Even if I don't like to admit it, there is some tension between us. His constant flirty comments against my harsh responses have built up something between us. He is the one to make the first move.

“You know Miss-I-Know-It-All, we could be doing other things” he says with a smirk on his face as he slowly places himself behind me “like this” he kisses my neck, his cold lips against my skin “or this” he starts sucking into my skin on the other side of my neck, leaving a small bruise. A small moan escaping my lips as I had never experienced any of this. I turn around, locking our lips together. A desperate kiss to say the least, my first kiss, with Eddie Munson.

Not even I could have ever imagined that something like this was going to happen. Being the pastor's daughter I have to keep some standards, I even made a purity pact with him, the ring on my finger being a proof of that. But Eddie Munson is too intoxicating, the way he treats me, the way he lets his flirty comments slip away his mouth, the way he smirks everytime I blush, the way his rings fit on his fingers . He is the mix of the good and the bad ,together, becoming one.

He sits on a chair and I follow him. I'm sitting on his lap, his hands under my blouse , playing with my tits, they slowly go down, leaving my torso just to go to my ass.

“ God, you are so beautiful” he whispers in my ear, goose bumps all over my skin.

“Eddie” I say and he looks at me.

“What do you want m’lady?” he asks, that nickname making me smile.

“Eddie” I say, putting on the most innocent face I can. “Could you take my virginity?” his eyes widen with my request.

“Are you sure? Don’t feel pressured into doing this because of me.” he starts saying nervously. I grab his hands, locking our stares once more.

“ I’m a hundred percent sure” I assure him he thinks for a second.

“Fuck it” he attacks my lips once again. His kiss is now more aggressive than before. His hands tracing all over body, taking off my blouse, exposing my chest “Oh sweet jesus”, the cold metal of his rings pressing into one of my boobs as his mouth goes to my neck leaving small hickies, creating a small path of them from my neck to the middle of my stomach. “Get on your knees sunshine” I do as he tells me “and now open that pretty mouth of yours” he already has his jeans thrown away somewhere in his room, his boxers tightening, and in a matter of seconds his underwear is also gone, letting his cock out. “What would your dad think if he saw you on your knees and your mouth wide open for the town freak?” his thumb tracing my lower lip while his free hand grabs my hair and moves to the back of my head. When my lips touch the tip of his dick he lets out a loud moan throwing his head back. I go as deep as I can, not even caring if I gag because hearing Eddie moaning is one of the best sounds I have ever heard. Some tears fall from my eyes and he quickly wipes them “You are doing amazing sweetheart” he pulls out, just to kiss me, I stand up, not breaking the kiss. He lays me on his bed as he slowly pulls my skirt and my panties with it leaving all my body exposed to him. Feeling kinda ashamed, I try to cover up as much as I can. He stops me by grabbing my wrists and putting them above my head.

“ Now you are not going to move your hands okay?” I nod, “because if you do I will have to use those handcuffs I have over here, do you understand?” I nod again. He kisses my neck, slowly moving down my torso, after some tries he finally unfastens my bra, literally exposing everything to him, no spots covered by any type of clothing. “ A fucking goddess” he says before going between my legs. I gasp at first, feeling his mouth into my private area.

“Fuck” I moan. One of his hands is gripping on my thigh for some support, the cold metal of his rings pressed against my skin, while the other has its thumb circling my clit. The movement is fastened each time I moan, making me feel things I have never felt. Out of the sudden he stops, making me whine in desperation.

“Look at you so desperate for my dick. You got everyone fooled, thinking you are this prude little angel, but look at you now, crying for the town's freak dick” his words make something inside of me. “Beg for me, beg for me to make you see the stars” he orders.

“Please Eddie make me feel stuff I have never seen before” I beg while we lock our stares. He crawls until he is on top of me, his stare switching from my eyes to my left ring finger, he smiles when he sees the ring I have on. “Oh sweet little angel, I think I will have to keep this one” he takes it off and puts it on one of his chains around his neck. “ This might hurt a little since it is your first time. If you want me to stop, say it okay?” he says. I nod, he puts his cock on my entrance, slowly pushing his way in. It hurts but nothing I can’t handle. “ Fuck, so fucking tight”, he gradually makes his thursts faster, hitting, somehow, the right spots. “ Scream my name, let my neighbours know I’m ruining the pastor’s daughter” the room becomes a mix of moans and Eddie’s name being screamed out of the top of my lungs.

He pulls out, turning my body making me be on all fours. He goes inside me again but this time harder and faster.

“Holy shit Eddie”he slaps my ass “ I think I’m going to come! Fuck!” my legs are getting shakier as something inside my tummy tightens, making me see literal stars. Eddie pulls out of me sitting next to me. Both our breathings are heavy, as if we had run a 5k.

“You did so well sweetheart” his praising words get tattooed on my mind. “I’m thinking I will go to church tomorrow morning, just to see you on your knees again, asking the Big one his forgiveness for the sins you have commited”

This is for @eddiesdungeon, hope you like it! <3

#eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson #Eddie x innocent!reader #Eddie x virgin!reader #pure smut #no plot #i am an eddie munson simp and im proud

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redguns · 8 months

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Armored Core 6 main cast thoughts. spoilers for all endings

btw. categorizing endings by number rather than if they're "good" or bad" because i think thats stupid. if you categorize them like that you're a fool! Coral take you!

Starting off with Handler Walter. Went into the game not trusting him at all. Whenever he said anything I always thought "Yeah, okay, whatever Walter. in that kind of mocking tone but that changed quicker than i thought once i realized there was a genuine care in his voice and started putting the pieces together for his end-goal. The second ending is genuinely heartbreaking. He really meant every word he said to you. And I adore him for it. View him like a father now

Moving on, Ayre. My beautiful coral anomaly wife.. her kinder and more supportive demeanor immediately sold me, of course, but it was her efforts to actually get me to care about Rubicon as a planet and it's people that really hit. It's special. It's tasteful. It feels great. And it hurts all the more in the first ending when I have to discard all of that. It sucked so much. I was on the verge of tears throughout the whole final boss of the first ending. Worst break-up of my life. Girl I love you so much

Up next, speaking of love, is "Cinder" Carla, who I fell in love with like, 2 lines in? Very attractive voice and then an incredible personality to go with it. Probably the most fun character in the game by design and it goes a long way. She's like a role model to me. I want to be her and I want to date her at the same time. She's just like me Fr. I want to kiss her

transitioning from that to V.IV- SIKE IT'S "CHATTY" STICK TIME Phenomenal. Absolutely incredible performance. Absolutely sells the no emotion AI aspect without being too overbearing. Armored core as a series has always had a high standard for AI characters, and chatty is absolutely at the top of the pile for me along with Chief from V... I love him so much... The strongest little soldier...

Up next, for real now, is V.IV Rusty. What a strong first impression. It was always his line that stuck with me from the trailer. Ready to climb over the wall? They nailed the "rival pilot who's just like you but in another faction" to a degree I haven't seen in decades. A genuine brother in arms. My best buddy in the world. Every time he showed up in the game he just did the coolest fucking thing in the world. Slides right under the door as its opening. Crackshot sniper nailing insane headshots. And then he gets the coolest fights in the game against you. BOTH OF THEM!! HE'S SO COOL!!! HE'S HIM!!!!!! I WAS SO HAPPY IN THE SECOND ENDING ROUTE TO FIGHT ALONGSIDE HIM!!!! THATS MY BROTHER!!!!!! THATS MY BUDDY!!!!!!!!!

..Ahem, moving on then. V.II Snail. Yes. Another motherfucker they nailed perfectly. From the first SECOND you hear his voice you hate him. The fact his head's up his own ass. The fact you keep learning over and over throughout the game that he's SUCH a piece of shit. The fact there is nothing he wouldn't do to stay on top. Despicable little man. Absolutely brilliant antagonist.

And now, finally, the last main character to talk about is G5 Iguazu. Where to begin with this guy... Right from the get go you understand the kind of character he is. All bark, no bite. Every now and then you run into him, you kick his ass, he whines and seemingly gets away. It's interesting, then, that in the second playthrough, already, he shows up more. He sends an assassin after you. And that's that. Nothing until route 3, where it all finally comes together. How he keeps coming back. The ringing in his ears. His hatred and envy of you so strong he gives up his entire body just for a chance to beat you. He's fascinating to me. For whatever reason, his final words stick to me like glue. How he sees you, despite everything. A relic, yes, but one who's free. He wanted those wings, too. I've really come to love him, and what an annoying brat he is. That's his entire charm. He is welcome to the pantheon of Real Haters

there. that covers all the main players. that ended up being longer than i expected. thank you if you humored reading through all of that! i dont usually do these kinds of posts cause i go on for too long!

but this shit mean something to me man

#long post #armored core 6 #armored core VI #ac6 spoilers #armored core 6 spoilers #acvi spoilers #armored core vi spoilers

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Thinking about Shuggy and Shanks actually just being in love with Buggy’s nose. It’s the cutest thing. When he was a teen he first tried to hide his feelings for his friend and pulled some , sometimes quite literal, pigtails to annoy him, often pointing Buggy’s, self perceived, flaw out to him to drive him up the wall, but in all honesty he really likes it. The crew goes out drinking and someone makes a jab at Buggy’s nose and the place is just roaring with laughter as the boy stomps away from everything, while Shanks just half mumbles into his beer that he wears it actually quite well.

It’s one of the many things about Buggy that he knows are ugly. Or so he’s been told. He knows Buggy is funny looking, not only the nose, but his face that starts to get more square as he grows up, his awkward stubble that doesn't seem to want to grow into a full beard, the lips that stretch too wide across his face, the ears that protrude a little from his head, the list goes on. People have been pointing out those things to him all the time, often mocking, sometimes soothing, because looks aren’t all that matters and Buggy also has other physical features that could be considered quite handsome despite those features. Shanks has decided that those people are idiots, because there is nothing about the way that Buggy looks that he doesn’t like. Not that he can tell him that.

Because if he told Buggy one of the best things about his kisses is just how he always has to smoosh his Nose against Shanks face to get a good angle, how it’s so endearing when he miscalculates and has to try again after realizing that it got in the way, how he loves how his ears go red when he’s embarrassed or flustered and that he wants to plant kisses all over Buggy’s weird looking face, Buggy would think of it as a joke.

So he just settles on watching Buggy get ready in the morning, how he puts his hair up in a ponytail and is already complaining about upcoming tasks, till he catches Shanks gaze in the mirror. His mouth curls into a slight snarl as he turns around to Shanks, a bit of patchy stubble sill dotted across his chin, his nose crinkles slightly in dismay, but it can’t hide the hint of self-consciousness in his voice when he asks “What?”

“Nothing.” Shanks answers, hugging his pillow closer to himself as he rests his head on it, smiling at the clown. “You’re just looking handsome today is all.”

The last line,,, I am sobbing,,, This made my heart do so many fucking backflips I am shaking and crying and curling up on the floor.

Shanks literally loves everything about Buggy. He doesn't even understand why people say he's ugly, they just say it and he just assumes that they're either stupid or that beauty standards suck ass. Because to him, Buggy is the most gorgeous pirate he's ever seen. Ever since they were kids, he has always been fascinated with him. He's always found his face captivating, and while they grew up, he started to find his whole body captivating and gorgeous. He's so down bad and he does not want to get up, really. He wants to stare at Buggy for as long as Buggy lets him. When people laugh at Buggy for how he looks, Shanks always fights them. Or he goes away too to be with him because he despises the idea of leaving him alone. When they were kids, nobody in the crew took him seriously when he screamed at them. But now? That's the one thing you can't do around Red Haired Shanks. Do not disrespect Buggy. If a poor soul finds themselves unaware of that fact...... Pray for them.

He enjoys Buggy's beauty the way somebody would enjoy a piece of art. And it's quite funny how Buggy is usually so self-conscious about it and how much it bothers him that Shanks won't stop staring at him. But Shanks can't help it! He just feels at ease when he's looking at the clown. He reminds Shanks of when they were younger. He makes Shanks feel younger. And Shanks doubts there will ever be somebody that warms his heart as much as Buggy does.

#people literally come in here and leave masterpieces in my inbox huh #i love the way shanks loves buggy #it's so deep and so beautiful and it makes me want to cry every time #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shuggy

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Hii ^_^ I love you're writing and I was wondering if you could write an Enmu x fem reader smut where reader has thicc thighs if you're comfortable doing that

Hello! Thank you for enjoying my writing, it means a lot

Summary- Enmu x Fem! Thick! Reader

Genre- SMUT

Warnings- NSFW content//MDNI//Obsession// Stalking//Mentions of blood// Cunnilingus// Body worship// Scent kink

A Dream Come True

Enmu loves your thick thighs, it's what caught his attention the most. A feature that seemed to defy the conventional standards of beauty and left an indelible mark on his twisted desires.

Enmu, usually consumed by a relentless thirst for blood, found himself entranced by the uniqueness of this mortal's physical form. This led him to observe you from the shadows, ensuring he remained unseen.

As the days went by, Enmu's fascination transformed into an obsession. In his twisted mind, he began to see them as a symbol of power and grace.

Unbeknownst to you, Enmu watched every move, studying the way you carried yourself and admiring the strength in your stride. He was drawn to you confidence, resilience, and the way you embraced your own body, thick thighs and all.

One night, unable to contain his desires any longer, Enmu decided to reveal himself. Instead of attacking like he normally would, he approached with an eerie calmness.

You where obviously startled by his sudden appearance and was ready to put up a fight, but Enmu didn't seek violence. Instead, he knelt before you. In his twisted way, he professed his admiration for your unique beauty, particularly fixating on your thighs. He spoke of how they symbolized strength and resilience to him, something he found both fascinating and alluring.

Initially sceptical and on guard, you listened as Enmu expressed himself. Enmu's twisted admiration, though unsettling, carried a strange sincerity.

Enmus hand reached up to grab your hips and pulled you closer to him and you willingly walked closer him. You never had a man so into your body before, and the worship of your figure felt really good. Enmu put his face in-between your crotch and inhaled deeply, '' You smell amazing-let me taste you, worship you, let me show you how beautiful you are'' You look down at him and nod and straight away he begins to pull your skirt up and licks your clit. His one hand had a mouth on it, and began to roam around your thighs as the mouth licked, kissed, and nibbled on your soft flesh. Emnu wanted to take a bite so bad but this is so much better. His other hand began to work his way to your ass to squeeze it. You could feel yourself coming close from him sucking on your clit.

''Holy shit- keep going im gonna c-cum''

Enmu moans into your pussy and keeps his pace needing you to cum in his mouth, your thighs clench around his head, threatening to crush his skull and he was going to loose it, he is finally where he's been dreaming off.

Only now he realised he was close to, his dick pressed up against his trousers creating a tension. You relentlessly grind into his face and moan as you come. He opens his mouth and sticks his tounge in your pussy, making sure he doesn't waste a drop of his hard work. He was like a starved man, and you were feeding him.

You try to catch your breath and hold onto Enmu for support as you come back from your high, '' Do you want to come on them?'' Enmu looks like he's going to pass out, his face beet red and he nods, standing up to face you and pulls his pants down to revel his cock.

You lift your skirt up and hold it giving you both a view of his dick sliding between your thighs. The cum and saliva making your thighs slippery for him to thrust and grind onto you. He was a whimpering mess, his head between you neck sucking on the drum of your pulse was to much for him and came all on your thighs, marking you as his.

''Sh-shit I didn't mean to cum that much'' He collapsed onto you, making you hold him in place so you both don't fall, ''its okay, I got you''

A/N- I have no idea how to write the ending of this or the aftercare : / My smut writing still needs work its just so awkward to write omg I hope its okay

#demon slayer #kny #kny x reader #enmu x reader #enmu #kny enmu

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persephone11110 · 10 months

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My Own Aphrodite

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings:body image issues, self esteem issues, past self blame, issues, society sucks, sucky beauty standards, weight scale, past body shaming, pervy men, digusting school system, misogyny, curse words, tiny bit of smut, happy ending

prompt: ❛you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜credit: @nightprompts

I wrote this based on my personal experiences

ALL BODIES ARE BEAUTIFUL!! :)

reader nickname is Angel

This is a prequel to Hold Me Baby, but you don’t have to read it to understand. But u should tho— no pressure :)

Past

You could feel eyes burning into your chest.

“Miss L/n, it hurts me that you seemed to forgotten our three fingers straps rule” Mr. Lee sounded hurt, you could see something being scribbled down on the notepad that was currently in his hands. He ripped the paper off and walked towards your desk and handed it to you—“The last thing the boys need is a big distraction, do you want to cause a disruption in our classroom?, he didn’t give you time answer—“Go to the nurses office for a cover up or go home”. He proudly walked away with a smirk on his face.

“What!” you muttered under your breathe. You quickly jumped from your chair— scared of the consequences if you refused. Mr. Lee creepily stared at your chest, you started to blush in embarrassment, is this what he meant?- your body is distracting.

“See what I mean Y/n your causing me a distraction” he gestured toward your breast.

“Please leave now”

Tears started to drip from your face. I didn’t mean too. your lips begin to wobble.

As you drag yourself through the empty halls sour thoughts seemed to paralyze your mind.

“Why couldn’t I be smaller?”

“Did Mr. Lee have a point?”

“Honey” the secretary of the school Ms. June called out to you.“Honey if Mr. Lee sent you down here for a cover up, the nurse doesn’t have anymore to give”.

More tears slipped down your face.

“I’m so sorry Honey unless you find something i’m going have to send you home”. A pinch of sadness crossed over Ms. June’s face.

You didn’t have to tell her. You could see her hand moving fast as she scribbles something down.

“I’m sorry Y/n” you looked down at the piece of paper— a permisson slip that required your signature stating that you were leaving early.

“Thank you” you whispered.

You walked away with tears pouring down your face. “Why me? , Why me?” you kept repeating to yourself. “Did I really deserve this?”

How were you supposed this explained to your parents?

I am a distraction.

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Present

“Angel you looked great in that one” Bradley told you— and you were pretty sure he’s said that fifteen dresses ago. He relaxingly sat on the bench inside of the dressing room- his phone tossed to the side, even though it occasionally tinged Bradley ignored it. He assuring you that all his attention was on you.

You messed with straps, trying to lift them higher.

You we’re trying to cover up your cleavage.

Your shoulders sagged—dressing shopping had been a lose cause and too add it to it you dragged your husband Bradley alongside hoping to get a good opinion— but all he’s been offering you is five stars reviews on each and every dress you’ve tried on so far. (kind bastard). You atleast thought he give you his honesty and tell how ugly you’ve looked in all of them — telling you how disappointing it was to been soulmates with the ugliest woman alive.

“Angel whats wrong with this one?” he asked curiously— surely Bradley saw how grotesque you were?, yet his eyes and body language showed otherwise. You and him were both tired— You pulled Bradley out of bed at the ass crack of dawn to try on dresses. Now your starting to regret bringing him here— you wasted his and your time.

“N-Nothing,Nothing” you shakily start to take off the dress. You felt the dress slip down to your body onto the floor.

You sniffle, your face is getting hotter and hotter by the second.

“Y/n?” he tries.“I didn’t mean to insult you—”

Did he do something wrong?

You were gone. It seemed like you were in your own world. Subconsciously you curl into yourself- seemingly hiding your body from him.

“Angel”, he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

“I’m sorry Bradley—let just go home” you broke out your trance, you doubted you find a dress in time for the navy gala.

Weeks ago the scale showed you a number you didn’t like and now your body is reflecting it.

Your suddenly on the floor picking up the dress— there you go again getting stuck in your own world.

He could see your brain spinning fast, he hears the evil voice in the back of your head telling you how ugly you were.

Soon Bradley was on the floor with you—right now he needed to get to the bottom of this, he needed to make this right. “Angel”

Distraction.

“Angel—can you hear me?” he voice is sweet and gentle. He gives you minute to answer him— times like this he knows how hard it is for you to pull yourself out of so much darkness.

He shouldn’t have too see you like this. He shouldn’t even have to be in the same room as you.

“Ready” he asks you.

“Yeah” your voice was equivalent to a prey moving through predator territory. Quiet and unsteady.

“C’mon here” he gestures with his hand. “it’s okay Y/n”. Bradley reassures you after seeing the look of terror and uneasiness on your face.

Its the easiest job you’ve ever done. Your face is already in the crook of his neck. After everything that had been going on you only had one question— why is he so fucking soft? metaphorically and literally.

“Talk to me Y/n” he tells you. “Let me in”.

Bradley gently dragging his hand up down your back— he’s slowly coaxing you back to calmness.

You sigh.“I really want toBradley… but what if you don’t like what I say?”. His fingers pause for a second.

“Even If I don’t like it Angel, I still want to hear whats wrong— your feelings are justified, I still want to help you”. Bradley says with sternly yet softness is bleeding into his voice.

You can’t help but melt at that.

Even when you tried building your defenses higher, Bradley kept knocking them down.

“Distraction” you decided with.

“Y/n?” you could feel the gears spinning in Bradley’s head.

“I don’t want to be an distraction Bradley” you tell him again, was he purposefully not listening to you?

You could feel his face turn into a frown.

“Y/n how are you distracting?” he asked you. “Do you mean your distracting me?”.

Remember what he said— “Let me In”

“My breast their.. their so big” your voice is wobbling again like earlier. You wished you could talk without being a baby.

“Angel I’m not some teenage boy who’s gets distracted by the sight of breast” he seems hurt by the accusation.

“No” you sighed. “They cause disruption”. Your talking like it’s was true— you talked liked no ones ever told you it’s wrong.

Then it dawned on him, someone told you this when you were young. Someone hurt his wife.

And someone never told you otherwise.

The grip on you slightly gets tighter.

“Angel” Bradley shaking his in disbelief and disgust. “You are not distracting, your body doesn’t cause disruption.

“But—” you attempt to argue.

“But nothing Angel, who ever told you is full of shit and they couldn’t control themselves around a child… there is nothing wrong with you” , you pull your face from Bradley neck. He sounds so sure of himself.

He’s angry, his jaw clenched.

Guilt eating at you. And sure enough Bradley could see it.

“No, No Angel” his voice is coated with softness .

“I’m not mad at you- I’m irritated that no one ever corrected you”.

“Yeah me too, but I’m glad I have you” you throw your arms around him.

He’s hugging you back“I’m glad you found me”.

Confidence is now seeping through your veins.

“Bradley I like the last one”

Fuck Mr. Lee

“Me too Angel— it fits you like a glove and friday evening i’m going to enjoy ripping it off you”. Bradley stroking your back again.

You blushed. It’s amazing how your husband always manages to turn a sweet moment into a horny one”.

“Likewise Bradley Bradshaw—If you get off me fast enough we could have enough time for a pregame before my shift” you hum in amusement— fully knowing how feral your husband was.

He flings you up, “hurry up Angel and grab the dress”. Bradley moving around in the dressing room— he’s even cleaning and grabbing your other dresses.

He acting like a headless chicken.

Bradley starts fishing for his keys—not even giving you a chance to pay first. He practically throws his credit card into the cashier hand.

He wasn’t slowing down either.

“Come on Angel, time to go!”

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw

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futurecorps3 · 11 months

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Hey ! I was wondering if you could do something with Remus and it’s a reader that’s not curvy at all like small everything. If not it’s totally ok ! P.S I really love your work ! Have a great day/night !

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Masterlist<3

MINORS STAY AWAY I'LL BLOCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, THIS IS +18!!!

See also… All marauders versions in my marauders masterlist<3

Thank you so much nonnie! Make sure to take care of yourself<3 have a nice day/night too. Hope u like this:)

-Remus is not one to look at bodies and judge or make determinations based on that. He loves you and you love him, that's it.

-Gender and beauty standards are made up and fed to us to make us feel bad about ourselves, so fuck that shit!!!!!!

-MY BROTHER IN CHRIST THE WORSHIPPING.

-He doesn't even do it consciously, he loves your body that much is all

-"You're gorgeous, bug" and trails your body with his hands while looking at you lovingly ugh <3

-Adores you in his sweaters as well

-Girls look better in real tight sweaters no matter the size of their boobs!!!

-Sleeps on your chest under his sweaters, yes. Yes, for comfort.

-He loves how you look in his Bowie shirts because they're loose enough on the chest area but not enough that he can't see how your nipples perk all cute n shy<3333

-SUCKS YOUR BOOBS HELLO????????

-Saliva strings from his lips all the way to your tits, you swear you haven't seen a prettier thing in your time alive

-Loves kneading your ass when you cuddle or make out<3

-Nicknames related to beauty. It helps when you call him "pretty boy" or "handsome"

-So he figures they help you too when you struggle a bit with confidence!:)

-"Morning beautiful", "Need help pretty?", "Let me get that for you gorgeous." ALL IN THAT THICK WELSH ACCENT IM GOING TO FAINT.

-Ofc if it makes you feel patronized in any way, he'd stop, but if you like them boy oh boy

-He showers you in them.

-If someone from this trio knows how cruel people can be is him

-Won't stand up for anyone's shit if they comment something on how he "could do better" or sorts

-Will and has walked up to the person talking shit and confront them. "Seems like you have lots of shit to say, huh? Go on, m'here now"

-Makes them apologize to you directly, rather aggressively

-He thinks people who talk crap about other people's bodies are the absolute scum of this Earth, so you can imagine how he gets when it's his girl they're talking about.

-Remus knows how it feels to be ashamed of something that you can't change and how people make you believe there's inherently something wrong with you

-Both of you are so very supportive of each other in terms of body insecurity (in other aspects as well ofc)

-You help each other heal and understand that you've never seen someone as pretty as the other. You don't need to fit a preconceived idea of beauty. You're gorgeous.<3

#remus x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin headcanon #remus lupin hc #remus lupin smut #remus lupin fluff #remus fluff #remus lupin x reader #maraurders #the marauders era #marauders era #the marauders #harry potter marauders #marauders x reader #marauders smut #marauders #remus lupin #remus lupin x you

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franki-lew-yo · 5 months

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Speaking as a proud monster lubber who also prefers his beast look because no duh...I'm really tired of the passive but somehow unironic fans of Beauty and the Beast dragging the Beast's human look.

Firstly, he's not really all that ugly. He just needs more facial hair and chonk, especially to differenciate him from Tarzan. I know the "can you maybe grow a beard" line was added for the crapremake, but he legit would be fixed with just a few changes. It's like giving Elktaur a nose. It's really not that big a cosmetic different when you get down to it.

first pass edits (top:made eyes less sad and more happyBeast mode; bottom:begins changes)

Added: top chonk, thick eyebrows, beard like how god intended. sideburns, dilf energy. +Keeps deep(er, than regular) voice. Face the facts. +darker dirty blonde, though not nearly as dark as Belle's hair, so he stands out.

Upsides: is more obviously the Beast so people can shut up now about this guy "replacing" Belle's beast ++enough boys lets bring in the men. Coulda been our original Kristoff.

Downside: would def be babymipped into Christian art as a prettyboy Jesus.

The problem with the Human!Beast's design, as those before me have already said, is that he looks ruggardly handsome but standard and it feels like a different character because of that when it was the Beast that Belle and the audience fell in love with.

It's a bad design in lieu of what came before for him. That's it. Enough with your unironic "he should have stayed a beast"-bs. Same goes with that "Rapunzel looks better with long hair" or "Ariel looked better as a mermaid" garbage. Yeah, yeah and Jack Skellington's Christmas was better because it was "more fun". Even in animation where crap that you're expected to be endeared to somewhat despite it being weird in universe to the other characters, you are fundamentally missing the point of the story to ignore that.

Disney Beast is a spoiled crybaby manchild who made the mistake of crossing a fae on her bad day as a teenager, and now had to forever walk around with the ugliness he was and was in threat of becoming forever. He did not want this body. He is trapped in it and has decided to just never get better and be his worst self because of it- he even screams at Belle for almost touching his stuff and goes to save her because it's his fault she just ran out into a wolf-infested blizzard. Gotta love how ya'll only are annoyed with the beast's actions when he's a hawt beautiful glen keane monster and not his true self; a pretty boi spoiled manchild. Aww. You learned nothing.

Speaking of Centaurworld again, this is not a situation where the main character needs to learn to accept his new body as Horse does in that show. This is not the end of How to Train your Dragon where sometimes life sucks and you loose a leg and it's kind of devastating yeah dysphoria amIright-- the Beast did not need to learn to accept his body he needed to learn to accept himself. To be a better person.

Just to be my own kind of pettynontake-All the servant's human designs kick ass and look incredible. They're the true victims of this circumstance. Prince Adam not being your monster bf anymore is a sacrifice worth making for their sake.

#disney rant #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast 1991 #prince adam #franki's features #bad takes #angry disney adult whining

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 3 months

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New Year - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: NSFW one shot involving sub John Wick

TW: self esteem issues ; body image issues ; tickling ; anal fingering

If someone asked you how you thought your New Year’s Eve was going to go at the beginning of this year, you would have not been able to even imagine something like this.

John Wick, every toned tall tanned inch of him, wrapped in rope, lying on your bed and waiting patiently for you.

You’re nervous, though, and can’t seem to get any part of your body to move. He’s so pretty. You could stand here at the end of the mattress starring at him for a good while, entranced by the hard line of his ribs and hipbones, the red dents around his thick biceps from the silk rope.

It took some convincing to get him to wear the black satin blindfold, only because he wants to see you in your pretty red lingerie; he will, just not at first, which is what made him agree to having his vision stolen.

He bought it, after all, picked it out and took it to the counter with you cowering and embarrassed at his side, hiding your face while the cashier rung the flimsy, feathery fabric up. It would be rude to not let him see you in something he gifted you.

Still, as soon as you looked in the mirror you couldn’t help but scrutinize every part of your body. The shifty red babydoll is lined with bundles of feathers at the seam that tickle the bottom of your ass and tops of your thighs - that’s one reason he picked this specific piece, so you would always be aware of it teasing hypersensitive skin. It’s totally see through, illuminating your body in red glow, highlighting every round and squishy and uneven part of you in glaring contrast to the man bound on your bed.

His stunning appearance was, more often than not, detrimental to your self esteem. And you knew that that was fucked up and based on harmful beauty standards of a money hungry society, but when you’ve been fed the bullshit your entire life, it’s hard to think otherwise.

So, to start this off, you need the heightened self confidence that a blindfold will no doubt bring.

You have to give him credit, he is nothing but tenacious in his resolve. If the roles were reversed, you would already be twitching, whining, dampening the bed sheets below.

He is only half-hard, breathing calm, looking very comfortable.

You lean over him, putting your palms on his calves. His dark hair is soft and pleasant to feel, so you run your hands up and down his lower legs.

He sighs, curls his toes as your feathers brush across his feet. His pink tongue peeks to wet his upper lip.

You know you’re original plan is to edge him within inches of his sanity, even going all night if that’s what it takes, but you have little self control while your cunt is already crying for him.

“Spread your legs,” you say, your voice needy instead of confident.

He does as he’s asked, and you crawl in between his thighs to get to his cock, eager to wipe the smirk from his face.

Your hand closes around the velvet shaft, thumb rubbing at the ident where his head curves into abundant nerve endings.

He plumps while you play, swells up so bad that your fingers can’t quite touch while they’re enclosed around him.

You kitten lick his head, reveling in the salty, warm taste. Saliva drools down and slicks your fingers, runs into the coarse hair at his hips and makes it glisten.

Licks to suckles, still rubbing with your thumb. His cock twitches in your hand and his breathing elevates.

You want to hear him, so your other hand uses all five fingers to play with his balls. Nothing heavy, just enough to tickle the tightening skin.

This earns you a grunt and a rise of his sharp hips. You grin against his tip, pleased.

Despite your torturously soft and warm and wet mouth and hands, he keeps his legs relatively still and spread.

Your mouth moves to take as much of him as it can, and you make yourself gag and suck while you massage and terrorize his beautiful hip bones. When you get to his thighs, the muscle is so tight and strong it feels like it belongs to a jungle python instead of a man.

You rub upward until your fingers find the bottom of his ass. Your mouth pops off his dick, and it flops back onto his belly, red and convulsing. You earn a groan of frustration.

“Can I?” You press into the creases of where thighs meet rounded skin.

“Take the blindfold off,” he bargains.

You bite your lip. Acquiesce. Crawl up his body and can’t help yourself when you fit your sopping pussy over his cock. This is something you should have not done, because now you are rubbing your clit on him, slipping up and down with friction out of the question. You press palms into his solid chest, using him to satisfy the desperate clench of your hole.

His jaw tightens, veins popping from his neck, Adam’s apple bobbing in concentration. He says your name and his voice is strangled, filtered through sandpaper. That gets you closer to an orgasm than you would like to admit.

He repeats himself, wanting your attention.

“Hmm?” You whine.

He grinds his teeth. “The blindfold.”

You lean toward him, grab the silk and pull it up over his forehead. There he is, eyes so dark they rival the deep ocean. All for you.

You feel heat fill up your body, burn alive from his stare. Here you are, arms squeezing your tits out, grinding against his cock, gasping for breath from the work of your lower body.

“Jesus. Fuck.” He struggles a bit, presses his dick up into your crevice, helping you get yourself off on him. He splits you apart in the best way possible at this angle, takes some pressure off your legs by holding you both up in the air by an inch.

His arms strain to touch your chest, but the rope catches and holds him. He’s pulling so hard that you actually think he’s going to rip through the thick fibers and grab you.

Right now, you don’t feel self conscious, you feel good. You’re proud of yourself for tying him in a way that can keep him at bay for more than a few minutes. He’s looking at you like he wants to fuck you until you can’t walk and that makes you feel sexy. His velvet steal grinding on your clit and all the tender flesh surrounding it drives you toward oblivion.

Your nails dig into his chest when you cum. You lift your head back, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a dramatic moan.

He watches the soft column of your throat fade into red and drops his hips onto the mattress.

You float down from heaven, head dropping down to kiss him and the little crescent moon marks your nails made on his pecs. He nips at your lips as you pull away while bucking into you again. You giggle-gasp, reminded that he still hasn’t had release.

You lift your too-sensitive pussy off of his cock and sit just above, letting his girth rest along the back of your ass.

“So can I?” You ask, eyes all innocent and hooded on purpose.

He strains. “Yes.”

You caress his chest and ribs with your fingers, tease his nipples hard with your thumb tips. “Ask me.”

You can’t tell if his pupils are blown with how black his eyes are, but his orbs get bigger. He sucks in his cheeks, upper lip spasms like he wants to dig his canines into something - likely whatever spot on your body that is tender enough to latch onto.

Your feathers brush over the purpling end of his cock, and he sucks air into his lungs and holds it there to keep from hissing laughter - Christ, the urge to giggle even strikes him.

The other side of your crimson shift prickles at his belly, making the skin there jump and itch.

He’s fighting with himself about something, and you’re very patient with him while he decides how to handle your cocky attitude. Eventually, he takes you by surprise and goes soft in the face. His arms and shoulders loosen against the rope in defeat. He’s made a decision it seems. You smile and collect your prize.

“Please?” He immediately has your full attention with that sweet, pleading tone. Whatever he wants, of course you’ll grant it. Your cunt sucks air, eager for a second release already despite how sensitive it is.

You shift shakily, digging your fingers into his body for support like you’re rock climbing, getting between his legs, immediately open and obedient for you, again. You grab a bottle from the floor, unscrew the top, reach two fingers in, and scoop out a glob of thick lube.

Too late you realize that it won’t be easy or comfortable for you to get to his ass while he’s flat on the bed. You improvise and rub the sticky mess onto his cock.

His reaction is so nice that you keep your hand slipping up and down on him for a bit longer than you originally intended.

The bulk of him hardens and convulses under your soft touch. He moans softly and flexes his lean muscle in the digging rope when you add your other hand to rub his cock head.

You can’t help yourself, really, not when he’s slutting himself out like this. Damp with sweat, lips parted, eyes pleading, head lifted slightly to watch as you pump him with your plump little hands.

Stopping is hard, especially when he looks like that and you’re already humping the fucking bed sheets again like a dog in heat, but you take your hands off his crying cock and grab a pillow with them instead.

John Wick, Baba Yaga, feared by every player, big and small, in the underground crime syndicate, whimpers for you. It’s a small sound, but it makes you feel like you can kill God. No, like you are God. Your lips pull into a salacious little smile as pride fills you up so much it might as well be leaking out of your ears.

“Lift your hips up,” you tell him, sliding the pillow under when he does.

You try the lube again, this time pressing it between his cheeks.

You wipe your fingers off on his flexing hole, coating him in warming grease. Then, you add more lube. You rub this glob under his balls where his taint is, gently massaging the tissue, taking your time pressing and drawing out different breathy sounds from him.

More lube, this time focused on the outer rectal tissue. While you rub the puckered flesh, your other fingers tickle his cock and balls.

You spend time here using obscene amounts of lube and soft touch until he is pulsing rhythmically and trying to suck your fingers inside. His cock dripping precum from the dark fleshy head makes your mouth water to taste, so you do, licking it off and massaging his perineum with wicked little flicks that make him hump the air and crane his head back. He looks absolutely pathetic and helpless and you don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on by a man’s beauty in your life. In fact, you definitely know you haven’t.

You oblige his begging asshole by sinking your middle finger in by a centimeter.

His cock startles, and you stop.

“You okay?” You ask, kissing the head of his dick feather-light.

He nods at you as his dick attempts to kiss you back by twitching into your swollen lips.

You stay inside him, not moving, grab the lube and tip it over, coating his cock, balls, wiry hair, inner thighs and ass with half the bottle. The pillow underneath him turns soggy.

The urge to tickle his cock with the stiff peacock feathers makes you want to stop and torture him more. The reactions you got out of him the last time you did it were worth every painful spasm of your cunt.

God, you want to, and maybe after this, but he just looks so pretty taking your finger in and trying not to lose himself when you find his pleasure.

He’s tight enough to make your finger ache, but loose enough with the plentiful lube added that you can massage his little lump in a way that makes his dick tremble and leak onto his stomach and run down to collect in his bellybutton.

You use all the coordination you can achieve, the lust built up in your body helping you focus rather than throwing you off, and latch onto his cock with your mouth. The lube tastes bitter and slimy, but you ignore it because sucking him off and milking his prostate at the same time finally wretches those sounds he’s been hiding.

Little dusky “ah’s” as you tickle and caress his balls, low dark moans while you rub inside of him, strangled sobs while you suck as much of his dick you can comfortably fit into your mouth.

He pulls his bonds so taut that his forearms are starting to turn blue and cold and numb. He hopes you don’t notice, because he knows you’ll stop if you do. Always so concerned about him. But if you do stop he’ll lose his fucking mind.

You push him right through a climax, swallowing some of the abundant cum he gives.

When he asks you to stop, you do, hands off, letting his dick wilt out of your hand and carefully unsticking your finger from inside of him.

His whole body slumps and relaxes into the sheetz, tension melting from him as he sinks deeper into mushy cotton.

You pout a little, only because you wanted that to last longer. He grins at you. “You look beautiful, honey.”

Your arm shoots reflexively to cover your breasts and rub your shoulder as you smile bashfully. “Thank you.”

#john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction #john wick x plus size reader #john wick x reader #john wick x you #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction #Sub John Wick

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