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Bend Over

Javier Peña x afab!reader || W/C: 4.8k

Summary: Your dresser craps out on you. Your boyfriend, Javier, comes with you to IKEA to buy a new one. Then, he fucks you on it.

Content/Warnings: I think you know what you guys are getting into based on the summary😗. Reader is able-bodied. Slight implied physical descriptors Javi is taller than reader, and the IKEA dresser is slightly bigger/taller than you (everything else is neutral - no size descriptions - ex. "your form", etc.). Pet names (good girl, querida, cariño, baby, baby girl, mama, mi amor). Implied that reader knows Spanish. A little allusion to our favorite contractor, Joel Miller (blink and you’ll miss it). SMUT 18+ MDNI. Public sexual activity (exhibitionism). Finger fucking. Edging. Slight undertones of BDSM dynamics. Javi’s filthy mouth. Thigh riding. Hickey/marking. P in V unprotected sex. Choking. Breeding kink (I’m not sorry). Cum play. Anal play. Brief pussy licking + rimming. Allusion to further sexual activity. I thiiiink that’s it… let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: HIII I’M BACK! I went to ikea to buy a new dresser. And the thots between @javierpena-inatacvest and I ran wild. So, this was born.👹 Also, I no longer have a tag list, but I teased this story TWICE in some WIP tag games, and a few of you were giving me so much love and wanting me to let you know when this story was posted, so I’m adopting the tag list (at da bottom) one last time to say how much I love you all. 🥹 I’m sorry this took me so long. Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!!

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It was supposed to be just a trip to IKEA. It was supposed to be a productive day of building your dresser and rearranging your room. That is what it was supposed to be.

How it ended up with you getting your guts rearranged on top of said dresser—you’re not so sure. But, considering this is Javier Peña you’re talking about, maybe you have a slight indication of why your day ended up the way it did.

It was early this morning when your dresser decided to shit on you; all you did was slide the door open, and it completely pulled off of its hinge. Now, you don’t mind a doorless dresser, it’s modern, you tried to convince yourself, but when you pulled out the second drawer and the wood snapped in half, scattering your panties all over the ground—yeah, okay, it was definitely time for a new one.

You called your boyfriend after you cleaned up your clothes, and asked if he wanted to come with you on your hunt for the new piece of furniture. Why are you even asking? he scolded as he saddled up into his Jeep and made his way to your place.

He stepped out of his seat in the driver side, rounding the hood to pull you in for a lengthy kiss as he pulled the passenger side door open for you. “Well, hello to you, too, baby,” you giggle as you break the kiss for a breath of air. He leaves a slap to your ass as he guides you by your hips into the passenger seat. He even buckles you in, stealing one more kiss before you two head off.

You thought shopping for a new dresser would be simple: get in, choose a sizable one that could fit everything your previous dresser could, and also make sure it matches the rest of your room’s theme. Simple, right? Wrong. As long as Javier was involved, he took his sweet time really studying each option you were pointing out—analyzing it to ensure it wouldn’t crap out on you like your original one did.

“How long did you have this dresser?” He asked as he was pulling into the IKEA parking lot.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” you thought, “maybe a few years?”

“A few years?!” Javier asked, exasperated. “Where the hell did you find that fucking thing?”

You let a beat of silence pass before you answered. “...I thrifted it,” you admit weakly.

Javier puts the car in park, his face in utter shock at what just came out of your mouth. “Querida, what-” he starts.

You pull him in immediately, shutting him up with your lips against his. It works, of course. “Let’s go?” you ask.

“Y-yeah, vamos (let’s go),” he says, flustered.

“Javi, c’mon,” you whine, feeling exhausted after his analysis on your third option since the first two didn’t pass the Peña inspection. “Since when were you a contractor? The first two were perfectly fine, baby, it’s IKEA for crying out loud.”

He scoffs. “Living on the ranch with Pop,” he replies to your sarcastic remark. “You and I are both aware I know my way around some handiwork,” he adds as he looks back to you, a shit-eating grin creeping on his face.

You want to roll your eyes, but you can’t help the way your body ignites to the suggestion laced in his words. “Pendejo,” you mutter to yourself, fighting the heat from making it to your face.

You walk around some more while your boyfriend opens every nook and cranny of the wooden frame, but then right as you turn your body, you find it. The dresser. HEMNES. You quickly make your way to it, running your hands along the dark brown surface, crouching down to open up and see how much space is in the drawers—which, it’s very spacious. The drawer itself is taller than your waistline, probably reaching just at your belly button. It’s perfect. “Baby, wait, come here! I think I found one!” You call out.

Javier follows your voice, intrigued by your excitement—you didn’t show this much enthusiasm with the other ones he was looking at. He rounds the corner and is met with quite a view. You are bending over the top of the dresser, on your tippy toes, trying to feel for the depth of the dresser. He sees you settle your hands at the edges of the top and shake it a little, testing out its durability while also unknowingly wiggling your ass. Fuck me, he thinks. Quickly adjusting his pants, he makes his way to you, situating his body directly against yours as he cages you in.

“Jav-” you softly gasp, not expecting to feel him. Immediately you’re pulling yourself up, still on your tippy toes, but your back is now flush against his chest.

“Ay, Dios mío,” he grunts as he whispers in your ear, “Querida, please get up.” His hands are on your hips, pulling you away from the dresser. You turn in his hold, a giggle leaving your throat as you look at his stressed out expression, realizing why his reaction was so pained.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask him quietly. “Saw something you like, huh?” You pull him in by his neck, kissing the side of his mouth before you pull away from him completely. Gesturing to the dresser, you ask, “Does this one pass the inspection, sir?”

He glares at you before he replies. “Yeah, let’s get this one.”

Your eyebrow quirks up. “You didn’t even look at it.”

“I saw enough, cariño,” he says gruff, looking at the tag on the display and taking note of which aisle the box will be at.

You know your man well enough to know when he’s turned on, and that little unintentional stunt you pulled when making sure HEMNES was the right dresser for you—oh, it absolutely sent him over the edge. You decided to let him brew in his own arousal until you checked out your purchase, but the moment you set foot in his car again, you were set on starting something you wanted him to finish.

“Thank you again for coming with me, baby,” you say as he settles back into the driver seat, your hand taking its seat on his upper thigh.

The muscle twitches underneath your palm. “Mhm,” he mutters, voice wavering at your contact. Just as Javier puts the car in drive, he’s immediately pushing it back to park because your hand slides higher, closer, to the hardening bulge between his legs. His hips softly buck into your grasp; you take one look at him, and you can see the veins in his neck popping. A victory smile graces your face as his turns into a scowl. “What are you doing?”

You feign as much innocence as possible. “What am I doing? I’m just saying thank you, baby, I can’t tell you thank you?”

“Right,” he says unconvinced. Your fingers continue to draw little shapes across the strained material of his pants. You go to cup him entirely, but the strength of his hand stops you.

He releases your hand and gets out of the car, the car still running. He is at your side faster than you can take your own seatbelt off. He’s pulling your door open and giving you no chance for debate, his hand wraps around your jaw and pulls you into a bruising kiss—a messy yet calculated dance of teeth and tongue, and in pulling away he’s biting your bottom lip, pulling the sweetest little desperate whimper from your throat. He clocks the way your hips softly grind into his seat.

“J-jav,” your voice shakes, “w-what are you doing-”

His grip on your jaw tightens, giving you a little shake as he speaks. “You had your fun, cariño,” he breathes. “My turn now.”

His hand leaves your face and snakes down the front of your body, unzipping your jeans as you just stare wildly at the sight below you, your breathing erratic as your body anticipates his next move.

“We- we’re in the fucking parking lot still, Javi!” You whisper yell at him, pissed, even though your body is doing absolutely nothing to stop him. He smirks at that fact. You want this.

“Guess you’ll just have to keep quiet for me, yeah?” His fingers slip past your jeans, past your underwear, and you’re fucking soaked. His middle and ring finger bypass your clit, circling your entrance to gather the wetness accumulating before he comes back up to circle your throbbing bud.

“Oh, fuck,” you yelp out, your eyes rolling back and your hips pushing into his hand as you hiss out in the pleasure. At your volume, Javi’s quick to stop his ministrations, cupping your mound and squeezing you as a warning. If the space allowed, you know he would’ve slapped your cunt. This alternative is equally as dizzying.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he rasps. Your eyes flutter open. “You see all these people, huh? You want them to see you? See my good girl getting finger fucked in broad fucking daylight?”

“F-fuck, Jav” you whimper, much quieter this time, as your eyes land back on your man’s as you try and grind yourself on him. Javi’s fingers find your entrance then, sliding in with ease as a new wave of arousal pours out of you.

“Oh, you like that idea, don’t you?” His fingers speed up their momentum as he adds his thumb into the mix, hurtling you much closer to your finish line than you anticipated.

“Baby, I’m c-close, I’m- fuck- I’m gonna cum, Javi, I-” you bring your hand up over your mouth to stifle the sobs that are about to leave your mouth.

“Yeah, baby? Gonna give us a show?” He asks, his breathing just as erratic as yours. All you need is one more little push from his thumb on your clit, and then-

“No!” you cry.

Right as you were about to fall over the edge, Javier completely pulls his fingers out of you, standing up straight as he licks his fingers off. Your hips don’t realize he left you as they buck a few more times, chasing the feeling of what could have been.

“Baby, please, I was so close,” you heave, your heart rate equivalent to that of a hummingbird.

Javier leans down into the car, slotting his lips against yours terribly slow; your taste lingers on his tongue. He pulls away. “Sorry, mama,” he whispers. “Only I get to see you fall apart like that.”

He zips and buttons your pants up, leaving you a stunned, aroused, wet mess as he makes his way back to the driver seat and pulls out of the parking spot, driving back to your place as if nothing even happened.

The drive home is short, but it feels like the longest drive you’ve ever had to endure. He rests his hand on your thigh the entire time, squeezing you every now and then as his pinky leaves featherlight touches where you need him most. He talks to you during the drive—about what, you honestly have no clue, but it seemed the conversation was enough for him to sustain alone.

You’re brought out of your daze when his hand grabs your jaw, turning you to look at him. “You okay, baby?” He asks, knowing damn well what’s got your head in the clouds.

The throbbing between your legs remained consistent—worse, even—on the drive home, so no you’re not fucking okay. You don’t tell him that, though. “Mhm,” you hum, not trusting your vocal cords to string together something coherent.

He pulls your lips to his—a lingering one, one that has your mind slipping further. Breaking the embrace, he says softly, “Go unlock the door, amor, while I carry the box in, yeah?”

On wobbly legs, you make your way to your door, missing the hole a few times but eventually the key slides in with ease. You toss them into the bowl on the entryway table, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water to contain yourself until Javier comes inside.

Apparently, you’re way more distracted than you thought, because one gulp down and he’s behind you—hands on your waist, mouth on your neck. You set the glass down a little harshly, its weight suddenly increasing tenfold with the way he’s on you.

“Baby,” you whine, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “Please.”

Your boyfriend is turning you around then, turning you to face him, and his mouth is on yours, licking and sucking as his body pushes you up against the fridge, your head landing with a soft thud as his mouth starts to descend down your neck while his fingers work your buttons and zipper for the second time today.

He’s pulling your bottoms down to your ankles—they’re loose on your form, so they don’t restrict you too much from opening your legs when he slots his thigh in between you, hitting right against your core.

His lips never leave you, biting and kissing every inch he can reach while his hands find their home at the globe of your asscheeks, securing his grip as he begins a steady pace of your crying pussy back and forth on his clothed thigh.

“Just like that, cariño, I can feel you fluttering on me already, holy fuck,” he groans as he continues his assault on your chest, leaving pretty bruises all over the valley of your breasts. “Making such a mess, pretty girl,” he mutters into your skin.

Your hands snake to the curls at the back of his head, yanking them as he brings you back closer and closer to the finish line. He brings his lips back to yours sloppily, one hand leaving your ass to paw at your chest, his fingers rubbing and twisting at your nipples; they harden in his touch.

Your eyes struggle to stay open, his tight jeans providing the yummiest friction against your clit. “I- I’m gonna- please, Jav, I- I need to cum,” you sob.

His hand at your chest snakes down your body, following the path to your sex. Just as you think he’s about to slip his hands between your legs, his hand changes direction, both hands going up to grip your waist to stop you from moving. His thigh leaves your core, and you’re fighting—your hips chase his muscle, your fingers scrambling to pull him flush against you, but he doesn’t budge. It’s no use. Your high is gone again, painfully forced back to the start line as Javier bends down to grab your panties and work their way back up your legs.

You’re a heaving mess, tears falling from your eyes as pathetic little protests fall from your lips.

Exhausted, you sigh and finally blurt out, “Javier Peña, what the fuck are you doing?”

You can see the faintest shit-eating smirk fall on his face before he mirrors what you did earlier: feign innocence. “Gotta go build your dresser, mi amor.”

“I can fucking build it later.”

“But I’m already here. I’ll do it.”

“Yeah, but your presence is needed elsewhere,” you say, annoyed. You faintly gesture to your sobbing cunt, silenced by your soaked underwear.

“But if I’m here, I’ll do it, so you don’t have to,” he says, placing a chaste kiss to the side of your mouth.

“Javi,” you whine, hoping a thousand different ways of are you fucking serious right now translates to him in the tone of your sexual frustration.

“Just sit pretty for me while I go do it real quick, okay, cariño?”

Not giving you the chance to respond, he drags you by the wrist to your bedroom, forcing you to get settled in the reading chair you have in there—a prime spot to watch him get all sweaty as he works. Great.

You wouldn’t have riled him up if you had known this was the kind of torturous game he had in mind.

Twenty minutes in, and Javier is sweating alright, but it’s not for the reasons you’re thinking. Yeah, it’s a physical strain building this dresser, but this is fucking light work for him.

No, he’s sweaty, sticky, and disgustingly hot because his dick is at his full potential, throbbing and leaking at everything you put him through—and everything he put himself through, pulling you to the brink of orgasm twice without letting you fully submit to it. He damn near always gets off when you do, and teasing you like this teases him just as much, if not more.

He’s almost done, he just has one more drawer to put together and slide into place, but he takes a step back and uses his arm to wipe the sweat across his forehead, his breathing heavy during the action. It takes everything in you not to completely melt at what he’s forcing you to witness, a faint whimper escaping you at the sight of him.

It takes him barely a minute to get the last drawer assembled before he attempts sliding it into place. It goes in with ease at first, but before it can fully shut, the drawer gets stuck, unable to close by an inch. What the fuck, he mutters under his breath, lifting it up and wiggling to see if it’s just a kink inside the railing. Your jaw falls a little open at the vulgarity of his mouth; you are way too wound up and everything he’s doing right now has your pussy doing backflips, somersaults, cartwheels—you name it. She’s very eager.

Fed up with the drawer, Javier completely opens the drawer and then slams it shut, using his hips to give the drawer a full-force push. The slam of the wood is deafening, but it does nothing to hide the sweet little gasp that comes out of you, his cock twitching at the sound.

A high-pitched, breathy squeak of an oh fuck leaves your mouth, and Javier turns to check on you. He sees your fingers skating down your front, running your middle and ring finger over your soaked center, your clit’s fire immediately reigniting at the contact.

“¿Cariño?” He calls, a sternness evident in his tone. You know not to test that tone. Your fingers’ movements pause, your eyes meet his and they’re dark. “What do you think you’re doing?” Jesus fuck, he doesn’t even know if he has the strength to fuck you like he was planning on, the sight of you touching yourself has a fire igniting through every vein in his body.

Your eyebrows are furrowed, nervousness written all over your face. “I…um, I-” you start.

“Get up,” he cuts you off.

“What?” You say softly, your brain already scrambled eggs and unable to register what he just asked of you.

His singular eyebrow raises as he stalks closer to you, his hard gaze looking down at you as your pussy cries even more at the attention. Now his command registers, and you’ll be damned if you have to make him repeat himself.

You remove your hand from your center, lifting yourself off your chair. He snags you by your waist, pulling your body flush against his front as he steals the breath from your lungs, your tongues meeting hungrily. You moan into his mouth, your hands slowly wrapping around his neck, but before you can grip his sweet curls, he’s pulling away from you, your surprised gasps blessing his ears as he flips you roughly but with ease towards the direction of your new dresser, already in its place secured against the wall.

“Javi,” you whimper again for what feels like the millionth time already.

“Dime qué quieres, cariño,” (tell me what you want) he rasps in your ear, his hands skating down your front and resuming what you so desperately started.

“F-fuck-” you start, “fuck me, Javi, please, please fuck me,” you beg, your heart stuttering as he dips his middle finger into your entrance.

He kisses your temple as your eyes fall shut, a contrastingly sweet gesture for the way he’s about to ruin you right now.

“Then bend over.”

Now that sobers you up a little. You start to crane your neck in his direction. “W-what?” But he’s quick to grab your jaw, bringing your eyes back to your dresser. “Go do what you were doing earlier, baby. Bend over that dresser for me,” he says, soft but stern, then he’s taking a step back, letting you get there on your own.

So hooked on his body heat, you can’t help the shudder that leaves you, but ultimately you’re making your way to your new dresser—picking yourself up on your tippy toes to lean over the top, just like you were doing with the store’s floor model. “L-like this?” You ask, voice trembling in anticipation. You stick your ass out a little extra for good measure.

You hear his belt buckle before you register his deep grumble. “Yeah, baby,” he tells you, slowly making his way to your backside. “So good for me,” he breathes, his fingers hooking into the hem of your underwear and letting them fall to the ground. You step out of them, knowing his next step is gonna be to nudge your legs further open—and he does, using his foot to nudge both of yours outwards.

He runs his middle finger through your slick as he lets his jeans fall, your hips push further into his touch, chasing the pleasure you’ve been buzzing for all morning.

“Baby, please,” he hears escaping your mouth.

“Nuh uh, baby,” he tuts, “I told you. You had your fun already, it’s my turn.”

He runs his fingers through your wet seam, properly soaking his digits before he brings his hand to his own arousal, covering himself in your slick. He groans at the feeling. Javier crowds himself behind you, his tip immediately mirroring the path of his fingers. He catches himself against your clit, and he smirks at the wrecked sounds of your heavy breathing.

He pushes himself into you, slow and steady, getting you comfortable in his size. His fingertips are digging little bruises into your hips—his way of grounding himself from absolutely pummeling into you from the get go.

You two have been together for quite some while, but Javi knows he’s big. It’s evident in the way you mewl and convulse every time he’s inside of you. Too big to get used to, yet perfect for the slight tinge of pain he knows you love.

“Baby, please move,” you pant.

“You sure, cariño?” He says softly, his dominant demeanor fading to make sure you’re alright.

You reach back to grab onto his hand and drag it up your own body, settling his long digits around the base of your neck. With a squeeze of your hand over his: “Fuck me, Jav, please.”

At your queue, he’s pushing himself into you entirely. “Yeah, baby?” He snarls. “Want me to fuck you like this?” His hips form a hard pace, your hips digging into the ledge of the dresser. “This what your pretty little pussy wants, huh? What she’s been fucking crying for, baby?”

“Fuck-” you gasp. “Fuck, yes- Javi, yesyesyes! Amor, please,” you wail, your eyes rolling back as the pressure of his fingers on your neck restrict your blood flow, filling your body with a euphoria only he can give you.

His eyes scan down your body, taking in every inch of you with nothing but pure adoration. The sweetness fades when his eyes zone in on where your two centers meet. He lets out an audible moan at the sight, sending your pussy fluttering at the sound. “Look at you, bebita, fucking creaming on me, holy fuck,” he groans, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease.

“I- I’m close, baby, fuck-” your breath stutters. “Touch me, Jav, I- I need you,” you moan.

“Shh, I’ve got you, mi amor.” Javi’s hand on your throat leaves you and coasts down your spine, his grip fixing itself on the globe of your ass.

He reaches down with his thumb to gather some of your slick, dragging it up to your tight, more inexperienced hole. You gasp when you feel it, your ass bucking further into his touch. “Oh, my baby girl likes that? You like your ass being played with, cariño?” He taunts, hooking his thumb inside. “Want to me to fuck you there next time?”

“Fuck- yes- please,” you whimper, your pussy fluttering around him at his words. His other hand snakes to your front and reaches for your clit, drawing tight, calculated circles on you. “Oh, fuck-!” you yell out.

“That’s it, baby, fucking- dámelo, fucking soak me, querida” he forces out between his teeth. Your body twitches in his grasp, knuckles stark white against your dresser, eyes clamped shut as you cry out in the overwhelming pleasure consuming every inch of your body. “Fuck,” he groans, your sounds forcing his balls to pull taut. Javi’s fingers speed up along with his thrusts, hurtling you towards your long-awaited climax.

It’s overstimulating, him fucking into you so harshly as every nerve ending in your body pops off like fireworks. Yet, you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you, the way his pace stutters for barely a second, and you know he’s close. It’s overstimulating, yes, but you want, no, need him to continue, you need him to chase his own finish line—you need him to root himself so deep inside you, you’ll feel traces of him for months on end.

“You’re close, I can feel it,” you gasp, building your own rhythm of your hips to help him along. “Need it, baby, need you inside of me,” you pant, your voice desperate. You pull yourself off the dresser and push your back into his chest, both his hands leaving your body to grip onto the darkwood, caging you in.

“Yeah?” you feel his heavy breath fan across your cheek. “Tell me how fucking’ bad, querida, wanna hear it,” he says, voice strained.

You look back at him as best you can in this angle, your lips ghosting his jaw as the slick sounds of you grow louder. “Need you so bad even plan B can’t help us- God- please cum inside of me, Javier Peña, fucking give it to me,” you beg, your moans echoing the walls and rattling every fibre of his being, pushing his body into a state of pure ecstasy as he begins to empty himself into you.

“Oh…fuck,” he grunts, his hips coming to a halt as he nearly wheezes through his orgasm. Once the sensitivity calms down, Javi pumps himself in and out of you a few more times for good measure, pushing his load deep inside of you. You can feel the way he slides in with a wet ease, and it makes butterflies in your belly erupt, a small gasp of a giggle, knowing that the soaked sensation isn’t because of solely your own product.

“Fucking perfect,” he grumbles, slowly pulling himself out of you. He takes a small step back to get a look at your used cunt, puffy and glistening. His mouth literally waters.

Javi drops to his knees, settling his broad palms on each of your ass cheeks to keep the view of you open for him. Slowly, he leans in, the flat of his tongue running over your delicate pearl through your cum-soaked folds, a mix of you and him blessing each taste bud on his tongue. He hears your breath hitch.

He brings his tongue back in, collecting up the salty combination, before he’s on you again, mapping out the ring of your puckered muscle before he softly peppers the area in sweet kisses, your rear slightly irritated with his repeated slamming into you.

He pulls himself away, giving you a moment to turn around; your back is to the dresser now. He places several kisses on your thighs, giving a few more kitten licks to your center before he’s rising to his feet and pulling you in for a deep yet gentle kiss. You can taste both you and him, and it makes your heart want to burst at the seams with warmth.

“You okay?” He asks softly as his lips break away from yours.

“Always with you,” you offer bashfully.

“Good,” he says firmly, kissing the tip of your nose. You hear his hand smack the top of your dresser a few times. “I guess this thing is pretty fucking durable, huh?”

“Mmmm, maybe. I think it needs to pass one more test,” you tell him.

His eyebrow quirks up, you can see his mustache twitch, fighting his smirk. “And what test would that be, mi amor?”

Taking a step back out of his hold, you back up into the dresser again, grabbing onto the ledge and you jump, spreading your legs wide open for him to fit in between.

You can see the way his eyes flash impossibly darker. He stalks up to you again, his hands squeezing your thighs before he’s back on his knees, his head immediately burying himself in your core.

Oh, yeah, this dresser passes the test, alright.

Tagging those who showed interest when I posted the WIP !! @honeyedmiller , @punkshort , @joels-shitty-puns , @bearsbeetsbeskar , @janaispunk , @starry-eyes-love

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daisynik7 · 6 months

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“freak-a-leek” by petey pablo for a jean and eren threesome if that’s okay plz

Freek-A-Leak

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader x Jean Kirstein

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.9k

cw: modern setting au, explicit language, p*rn w/no plot, smut – threesome, PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, blowjob, sex toy use, masturbation, cum-eating, dirty talk, sex without a condom, pet names (baby, sweetheart), reader has multiple orgasms, creampies, just some overall smutty silliness

Summary: You’re on a business trip with the two cockiest salesmen in your department: Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein. After a long day of dealing with them clashing over the silliest things, you decide to unwind in your hotel room the best way you know how.

Author’s Note: This is the last song on the y2k karaoke party playlist! Thank you so much for the request anon! I had fun with this! It’s all horny and just plain silly, so I hope you like it. Thank you so much for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

It’s almost 10 PM when you finally make it back to your hotel room, completely spent from today’s activities. It’s the first day of the conference here in Marley and being stuck in the middle of Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein has proven to be much more exhausting than you anticipated.

You’re not completely convinced you needed to come on this business trip with them. After all, they’re the top two salesmen in your department, and this conference is solely for selling your product to new customers. Your boss, Hangë, encouraged you, the lead design engineer, to tag along in case they needed any technical support while demonstrating the ODM equipment. You were reluctant at first, but when they emphasized the fact that this trip would be completely paid for, including the lodging and food, how could you refuse?

Unfortunately for you, because of the two clashing personalities between Jean and Eren, you ended up playing mediator throughout the day rather than engineer. The two bickered as usual, from where to eat, to what side of the table they wanted to stand on. In front of the customers, they were professional and charismatic, no hint of animosity lingering around them. As soon as it was the three of you alone, it was nonstop arguing and snide remarks, with you doing your best to either ignore it or alleviate it until the next fight arose.

Luckily for you, Hangë set you up with your own room at the hotel while the other two shared the one right beside you. There’s an adjoining door for easy access into each other’s space and Jean begs you to open it when you first check in, not wanting a single moment alone with his temporary roommate. But after today’s festivities, you’re desperate for some private time by yourself.

Jean steps into your room, leaning against the doorframe. “So, should we watch a movie?” he suggests, still in his dress shirt, tie loosened around his collar.

Eren appears behind him, on his tip-toes to get your attention. “Why don’t we play video games instead?”

You yawn, shooing them away. “I’m exhausted, so I’m going to sleep.”

You try to shut the door on them, but Jean pushes back, persistent. “You’re not seriously going to leave me alone with him, are you?” He points his thumb to the man behind him.

Eren scoffs. “I don’t want to be alone with you either!”

“Dude, you are breathing down my neck! Give me some space.”

“Then move so I can talk to her!”

“It’s not your turn to talk!”

“Guys!” you yell, losing your patience. “I am tired. Try to get along so we can all get some sleep. Please?”

They grumble to themselves, shoving elbows at each other before they finally leave you alone, closing the door to give you your peace. You don’t bother locking in, certain they won’t be bothering you the rest of the night.

After a nice, hot shower, you get comfortable in your pajamas, rummaging through one of your pouches until you find what you’re looking for. After a long day with those two goofballs, the best way for you to relieve stress is to have a little playtime. You carry your vibrator with you to bed, one ear bud in, and your favorite naughty audio ready to play on your phone. Only five minutes in, with the fluttering tip pressed to your clit, it doesn’t take long for you to orgasm. Ready for another, you get distracted by the muffled voices of your neighbors, bickering once again. You pop your ear bud out, trying to hear whatever dumb topic they’re arguing about now. The toy is still vibrating in your hands, the tip wet with your arousal. You let your imagination wander, thinking of Jean and Eren just on the other side of the wall. Hot, heated, raring to go. Fantasizing about the nasty, filthy things they could do to you if they knew just how horny you are, pent up with sexual frustration from all the testosterone you were surrounded with today.

Suddenly, the door swings open and Eren stomps into the room, shouting your name. “Who do you find more annoying, me or him?!” Jean follows right on his tail, trying to grab him by the collar of his undershirt, hissing, “She’s sleeping, you dumbass!” They stop in their tracks, staring wide-eyed at you with your legs spread open on the bed, blanket shrugged off, vibrator buzzing in your hand. Completely exposed.

You quickly pull the covers over you, hiding the toy beneath your pillow, mortified. “What the fuck?!” you yell out to them.

Both of them gape at you, blushing all the way down to their necks, speechless for the first time all day. Their silence is louder than any squabbling they’ve done today, and you have no idea what to say to make this any less awkward than it already is.

Before you can think of another response, Eren clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey Jean. Bet I can make her come harder than you can.”

Jean glances at him, hesitant at first, then relaxes into a smirk. “Oh yeah? You’re on.”

Eren steps towards the bed, grinning at you. “What do you say? Will you help us?”

You stare at them, befuddled and also extremely intrigued by this offer. Deciding quickly, you nod at them, releasing the grip on the blanket. They both smile at you, putting a flutter in your belly. Eren laughs, tugging on the covers slowly. “Come on. You can’t hide from us now.”

Jean joins in, dragging it down your body until you’re on display again, pussy glistening from your first orgasm. They both swear under their breaths, Eren licking his lips while Jean bites his. “Fuck, did you already come?”

“Yeah, I did,” you answer, pussy aching to be touched by either one of them. Both of them.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eren says, inching towards you. “You’re extra juicy for me, huh?”

“Why do you get to go first?” Jean butts in, scowling.

Eren positions himself at your arousal, his breath hot on your pussy as he replies, “I don’t want to lick your spit.”

“Well, I don’t want to lick yours either! Let me goes first.”

“Fuck you, I’m already here.”

“Then move!”

“Guys!” you cry out, bucking your hips, desperate for anything at this point. “Just hurry up and touch me. Please.”

Eren sticks his tongue out. “You heard her,” he muffles, licking circles around your clit. “Let’s make our girl feel good.”

Jean swallows hard, positioning himself beside you, puckering his lips around your nipples and sucking. You moan, arching your back off the bed, running your fingers through his hair. “Feels so good,” you whine, feeding your other breast to him. He latches on immediately, pulling your teat between his lips while Eren laps at your puffy clit. With your free hand, you grab hold of his hair, gripping it to pull him deeper into your cunt. Soon, you’re gushing on his face, rutting your hips against him while he swallows every drop of you.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Eren says, tongue prodding into your slit.

“I want a taste too,” Jean mutters, giving your nipple one last hard suck before he releases you with a wet pop.

“Not yet,” Eren murmurs, kissing the soft plush of your thighs.

Jean crawls to where he is, shoving him slightly to stick his face into your pussy. “It’s my turn, jackass.” He laps at your clit, determined to be better than his rival.

Eren laughs, collecting your slick slathered on his chin and lips with his fingers, licking it off. “Be honest, baby. Is he doing better than me?” He strips out of his bottoms, lying beside you, stroking his hard cock.

You squeeze your thighs around Jean’s head, bucking into his mouth, already close to your third climax. Your eyes go from Eren’s fist jerking himself off to Jean’s face shaking between your legs, eating you out feverishly. He teases a finger inside you and when you flutter around it, he slides in all the way, adding a second.

“No fair,” Eren breathes out, stroking himself faster.

Jean chuckles against your skin, sucking on your clit while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. You turn your head to face Eren, leaning towards him to kiss him sloppily. He cradles your cheek with his free hand, pulling you in deeper, tongue swirling around yours, slurping up your spit. Once again, you’re pushed over the edge, coming on Jean’s face this time, his nose pressed to your sensitive bud as he drinks up all the slick leaking out of you.

“Fuck me,” you beg, not directing it to anyone in particular.

Eren smiles against your mouth, licking your drool off the corners of your lips. “Go ahead, Jean. You can go first.”

Jean shoves his pants down, releasing his stiff cock, palming it. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he says, kneeling next to your head, tracing your lips with the tip of his cock. “We’re having way too much fun right here, aren’t we sweetheart?” You nod in response, moaning around his dick as you sink your mouth on it, swallowing it until it’s to the back of your throat. “Fuck, you take it so good. You wanted to get fucked like this tonight, huh? Wanted to show us what a freak you are.”

Jean slides his cock inside you, stretching you out until he bottoms out. He spreads your legs apart, holding you open so he can pound straight into you. Eren’s focus goes from his own pleasure to his friend thrusting. “Fuck her harder, Jean.”

He obeys, picking up the pace, shoving himself deeper. You choke on your own moans, pulling off Eren to catch your breath. He cradles your face in his hands, massaging your cheeks tenderly. “You’re okay, sweetheart. Take a break. Just enjoy getting fucked by this fat cock.”

“Fuck,” Jean growls, closing his eyes. “I’m so close.”

Eren licks his lips, watching. “Don’t pull out. Fill her up.”

At that, Jean loses it, spurting his hot load inside you, your pussy fluttering around him. He pulls out, switching spots with Eren, snuggling up next to you to kiss you softly. You smile at him, whispering, “Thank you.”

He plants a smooch on your nose. “Thank you, baby.”

“Hey, don’t forget about me,” Eren says, guiding his hard cock inside you. “I’m going to fuck all this cum right back inside this cunt.”

You and Jean both moan, watching him fuck you with a devilish grin on his face. Jean reaches under the pillow, retrieving the toy you used earlier. “Can I use this on you?”

Incoherent and fucked out, you nod, desperate for whatever it is they want to offer to you. He presses the button, making the vibrator buzz in his grip, pressing the fluttering tip to your clit while Eren continues to ravish you. His eyes widen when he sees what Jean’s doing. “Oh shit. She’s squeezing me so fucking tight.”

You’re in a drunken daze, trembling all over your body from the pleasure, whimpering uncontrollably with Jean toying with your clit as Eren fucks your brains out. When you reach your final climax, Eren comes with you, burying his cum deep inside your womb. You’re stuffed to the brim with both their loads, feeling exhausted and euphoric.

Eren pulls out, cuddling up to your other side, kissing your forehead. Jean sets the vibrator aside, spooning you from the back. You relax in their arms, actually happy to be stuck in the middle of them for once.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Eren asks jokingly, “So…who won?”

“Obviously me,” Jean grins, kissing your neck.

You laugh, snuggling closer to the both of them. “I think I’m the real winner here.”

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m0llygunn · 7 months

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level one (modern!eddie x fem!reader)

tired of eddie spending far too much time playing games on his new laptop, you decide to play your own little game...

contents: 18+! mature language, smut, handjob, dirty talk, pet names, desperate eddie, porn with plot an: go go gadget extendo arms wc: 4.8k

You watch as Eddie’s forearm flexes with every press of his index finger on the mouse. The clicking of the button, too many clicks for you to count, sound throughout your room as he sits at your vanity— beauty products pushed back to make space for him and his stupid new gaming laptop.

The way his forearm tenses with each subtle movement of his fingers reminds you of other acts he could do that would elicit the same flex of his muscles. It makes you squirm in your bed in anticipation— anticipation that has been absolutely testing your limits.

You’ve been patient— beyond patient. He knows you’re waiting for him. He knows he shouldn’t be playing his game right now. He said he wouldn’t. He said it was your night, yet, here he is, preoccupied with his video game.

His forearm tenses in rapid clicks that peter out with a content sigh. He stretches his hand, drops the mouse and stretches his wrist out. He hums again, clearly happy with whatever the outcome of his game was. You hold your breath, hoping that maybe the screen will minimize and he’ll be done. Sorely mistaken, he reclaims the mouse in his hand and the steady clicking resumes.

You can’t take it anymore, you’ve waited long enough. You stand up quickly, tiptoeing your way to stand behind him. You try to catch his gaze in your vanity mirror but his eyes stay locked into the screen. In a desperate attempt for his attention, you rest both hands on his shoulders— nothing. With his lack of reaction, you slowly slide your flattened palms downwards.

“Eddie,” you whisper, nudging his headphones with the side of your face as you lean over him, hands smoothing over his shoulders, down his pecs to rest on his stomach. He radiates warmth from the heavy flow of adrenaline and heightened heart rate from playing his game for far too long.

“Mhm,” he hums, paying you less than a second of attention. His screen flashes bright colours as it changes rapidly with whatever he’s doing in game. The frequent clicks of his mouse and taps of his keyboard don’t stutter in the slightest.

“Eddie,” you say louder, voice dripping in a whine.

“Baby, just a minute,” he answers, attention so obviously elsewhere.

“You said that an hour ago,” you pout. Leaning over him completely, you slide your hands even lower, fingertips reaching his belt line. You watch his reaction in the mirror of your vanity— nothing.

Threading your fingers under the material of his belt, you pull the leather through the loops, metal clanking as you loosen it. You get your first real ounce of attention from Eddie when he spares a glance downwards. His eyes quickly divert back to his screen, attention barely drawn long enough to spot an inconsistency in his game play.

“I’m still on call,” he states quickly, referring to the voice chat he’s always in with his friends. He’s been quiet for the past while so you weren’t sure, but maybe this makes things even more fun for you.

“Oh?” you reply innocently.

Twisting the fabric around the button of his jeans, you pull it undone before dragging down the zipper.

“Baby, I’ll be done in two minutes. Just give me two minutes,” he bargains with divided attention.

“You just said one minute,” you retort, keeping your voice low, giving him your own divided attention. With your chin hooked over his shoulder you watch as the tent in his boxers comes to life, like an instinctive reaction to your hands being anywhere near his waistline. You don’t hold back your smile, you love the effect you have on him.

Running your fingers over the band of his underwear, you don’t miss the hitch of his breath. You let your palm smooth across the soft cotton of his boxers, feeling the stiffening of his length just underneath. His stomach tenses behind your wrists and you hear the sound of him swallowing down thickly. Turning your head, you press a kiss to his neck, tracing your fingers over his length. You hear the quiet intake of breath as he readies himself to speak.

“Baby, just a minute.” It comes out as a thick whine. You adore when he whines, could listen to it all day if it wasn’t so cruel. Closing your hand around his clothed cock, a moan falls from his lips that he quickly tries to cover with a cough.

“You really want me to stop?” you whisper.

He clears his voice, now all too aware of the quiet listeners on the other end of his mic. “I just need to finish this,” he says, over correcting his wavering voice by deepening it to a low register.

“That’s not what I asked,” you say, breathing out an amused huff from your nose.

“The guys can hear you,” he states. He adjusts the way he’s sitting, spreading his legs out wider on the chair to accommodate the growth between his thighs. His focus is slowly becoming yours but too much of it still remains on his game for your liking.

With a smile, you press another kiss to his neck before switching to rest your head on his other shoulder, right next to the mic on his headphones.

“Hi boys,” you purr and just like that, you have his full attention. With a hand quickly moving to muffle the mic in his fist, he turns to face you.

“What are you doing?” he asks incredulously with wide eyes. He pulls the headphones off, tossing them to the table, eyes never leaving yours.

You blink at him— pledging your innocence. “Saying hi to your friends?” you answer, with a virtuous tilt of your head.

His wide eyes transform into a humoured bewilderment. “That’s not what you were doing,” he laughs with a cynical shake of his head.

“Eddie. I’m just saying hi. Can’t I say hi?”

His short lived humorous front drops, turning serious very quickly. With an intense look, he meets your eyes, leaning in towards you.

“You can’t say hi to my friends when you’re touching my dick, baby,” he says, hushing his voice, adding an accusatory emphasis to his name of endearment . It’s condemning but you don’t confess your sins— not yet, there’s still so much more fun to be had.

“Well, did they at least say hi back?” you ask, ignoring him.

His mouth closes, pressing into a flatline. His dark eyes tick with a weak, forced, annoyance. He gives you a look, brows straightening out, eyes blinking once to harden, face tilting downwards to you— you could only describe it as an attempt to be stern.

“Baby. Give me 5 minutes and I’ll come to bed. 5 minutes.” It’s not a whine, it’s not a plea— it is stern. His eyes narrow in on you with a sincerity that makes your brows furrow and lungs fill with an argumentative breath. You let out a pouted grunt, not an agreement or disagreement, and he naively takes it as an answer.

He regroups himself, returning to face forward as he stretches his wrist out, tendons flexing all the way up his forearm before taking the mouse in his hand again. You sink your chin over his shoulder like before, hugging around his shoulders. It might seem like an act of defeat, but it's not.

When the clicking of the mouse and tapping of the keyboard return to its regular rhythm, you run your hands back down his chest. You feel Eddie huff a breath but you ignore it, trailing your hands down to his open jeans, letting your hands just barely touch his fully hard length trapped in the confinement of his boxers. You tut to yourself.

“Must be uncomfortable,” you whisper against the sensitive skin of his neck, giving him shivers. He shimmies his shoulders slightly, shaking the fluttery jolts away.

“It is,” he answers, trying his best to focus on his game. You press a kiss to the side of his neck, working your way upwards, softening his hardened disposition with nothing more than your lips. When you place a kiss behind his ear, he tilts his head, giving you more space and you know you have him.

“Want me to help?” you ask, resting the palms of your hands on his lower belly.

“In five minutes,” he answers unconvincingly, head still cocked to the side for you to continue your kisses.

“How about this,” you whisper. Eddie stays silent so you carry on, “you can have your cake and eat it too?”

He hums, a hint of intrigue appearing in his voice for the first time tonight.

“You keep playing your game, and I’ll keep myself entertained with my game?” you offer, punctuating your words with a kiss to his neck.

“Baby,” he laughs breathily. You run your hand down to his length again, rubbing your thumb over his boxers where the head of his cock lays. His breath catches.

“Want me to keep going?” you ask in a sultry tone. He nods. You run your thumb over his tip again, feeling the dampness seeping through the material.

“Keep going, baby, please,” he whimpers and that’s enough encouragement for you to crawl your hands up to the waistband of his boxers.

Lifting the elastic, you slide one hand in, taking his aching cock in your fist and squeezing it lightly.

“Fuck,” he curses, hips tilting towards your touch.

In a swift movement, he retreats both hands from his game, bringing them to the waistband of his jeans and tugging them just far enough down his hips so you can comfortably pull his cock out. He returns his hands to his game, pressing some buttons, making the screen flash bright colours. You can’t help but smile to yourself.

“Now you’re excited, huh?” you say with a teasing laugh, hand still resting around his length in the confines of his boxers.

“Baby,” he whines. “If you wanna do this, don’t tease.”

“Baby,” you coo back mockingly. He huffs a sigh but you continue all the same. “I’m about to make you cum while you’re playing your stupid game, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” you purr, pulling his cock out with one hand and pushing the band under his balls with the other.

His cock sits heavy in your hand, tip already glistening with a pretty pearlescent sheen. You feel Eddie’s chest puff out with his deep breath, preparing himself for what you’re about to do.

Despite his anticipation, in a swift movement you pull your hand away from him. His length bob against his bunched up boxers and his chest deflates as he lets out a disapproving ‘humph’. You know you’re milliseconds away from another whined ‘baby’.

“Spit,” you demand, bringing your hand closer to his mouth.

Glancing over his shoulder he briefly catches your gaze, eyebrows arched up in confusion. “Me?” he asks dumbly, uncertain if you were speaking to him.

“Yeah, you. Unless you want me to rub your cock dry?”

You see the faint grimace he makes, probably as he thinks about the sensation of dry skin on dry skin. He lowers his mouth to your hand, dribbling out a glob of spit. You move to take his cock again but he stops you with a hand on your wrist, bringing your open palm back to his mouth as he spits a second time.

“Aww, want your cock nice and wet?” you coo, smiling as you crane your neck to see his face from over his shoulder.

“Baby,” he whispers, a hint of embarrassment colouring his whine. You love him like this, you really do. Having him so bashful yet pliant.

“Just relax, baby. I’ll take care of you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek this time.

You take him in your right hand, spreading his spit over his length. With your thumb, you glide over his leaking head gathering precum before fisting all the way to his base. He bucks forwards in your hand and you can’t help but smirk.

“Want it really wet and messy, huh? That’s how you like it?” you say lowering your voice, running your fist up his length, watching as the mixture spreads and shines over his skin.

“Mhmm,” he moans, cock jumping in your hand.

“Should we make it more wet than this?”

“Please, baby,” he answers, voice already sounding strangled. You pull your hand away, spitting into your palm. Eddie groans, listening to the wetness of your mouth. He moves his head closer to yours, tilting it as he affectionately nudges his warm cheek against yours.

An appreciative hum sounds in the back of your throat as you bring your hand back down to his cock. Wrapping your hand around him again, you loosely pump up and down his length. He’s being cute now, not so much for the better half of the last hour though.

“Too bad you didn’t come to bed, coulda been my mouth doing all the work,” you tut.

His breath stutters as he absorbs your words and a groaned “fuck” rises in his throat. Raising your other hand up to your face, you lick your palm before spitting into it.

“Then it woulda been really messy for you,” you finish, nuzzling your own cheek to his.

“You could still use your mouth,” he offers in a hushed voice, hopefulness peeking out in his tone. If he was good and came to bed that would have been your obvious choice, but it weighs heavy in your mind that he kept you waiting.

“Nuh-uh,” you laugh. At the same time you reach your newly wet palm under his length, cradling his balls in your hand. His hips lift from your upholstered chair, shoulders rising high enough to bump your chin as he lets out a mangled gasp that divulges into a heavy moan when you start to lightly massage them.

“Jesus Christ,” he curses, hips lowering back down. His hands stay sitting on his mouse and laptop but halt all movement as his head knocks backwards, coming to rest against your shoulder.

“Play your game, Eddie. You wanted to play so bad, don’t get distracted now.”

You run your fist up and down his length in slow languid strokes. In your other hand, you fondle his balls, massaging them with careful fingers that have his thighs tensing. His head knocks your cheek, still gentle, but harder than the affectionate nudge from before. He’s shaking his head, reduced to a one track mind, all thoughts of playing his game lost in the wind.

“Faster, please,” he pleads, meeting the thrusts of your fist with short jerks of his hips.

“Play your game, Eddie,” you say sternly, keeping your steady pace.

He lets out a huff of discontent before sucking in a breath. “Can't,” he whines, hair jostling beside you, tickling your cheek, as he shakes his head again.

“Oh but you have to, Eddie. You keep playing your game I’ll keep playing mine,” you tease, reveling in the whine and neediness rooted in the man crumbling before you.

Crumbling— yet pulling himself together enough to please you.

You watch as Eddie gathers enough focus to press the buttons, moving around aimlessly in his game. He’s definitely not completing any objectives— whatever those may be, but it’s enough for you to keep pumping his cock, slowly but surely increasing your pace.

His chest heaves under your arms, short breaths panting in and out beside your ear for you to hear. The way he presses the buttons on his keyboard is frenetic, in bursts as he remembers his personal objective is to keep playing.

“Poor boy,” you coo. “Doesn’t know what he wants. First he wants to play his little game, then he wants to cum,” you tut.

“Don’t want to play anymore,” he says through a tired, strangled breath, embellishing his words with a whimper as you run your thumb over his tip.

“No?” you ask, sprinkling your words with an overzealous empathy.

“No, just want you,” he answers, voice small and pitiful. His statement is more impactful on you than just his hearty whines, it plays its purpose well, pulling at your heartstrings, making your lower lip jet out in a sentimental pout.

“That’s sweet,” you answer, nearly matching the same smallness of his voice.

He tilts his head to yours again in another affectionate nudge. “Mhm,” he agrees, pressing his cheek to yours.

His fingers relax on the keyboard and you decide he’s had enough teasing for now. You punctuate your game with a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Showing him mercy, moving your fist faster, Eddie steadily meets each pump with a roll of his hips until he’s fucking your fist in quick, desperate thrusts. His head rests back against your shoulder and you hum in his ear encouraging him to keep going.

“Feel good, baby?” you ask.

“Mhmm, feels really good,” he chokes out, sucking in a deep breath making his belly push out against your forearms.

Twisting your wrist, you focus on his tip, rubbing over it in quick strokes that make the slick spit and cum mixture squelch between your fingers. He exhales in a deep moaned gasp and his muscles tense under your grip.

“You already close? Gonna cum for me, Eddie?” you speak into his ear, brushing your lips against his sensitive skin.

“Please, baby. Just like that, mm gonna— m gonna—” he says, words laced with moans and whimpers that get caught in his throat.

You pick up your speed, doing the same twisting motion of your wrist. You feel his cock pulsing in your hand and his balls tensing, his breath is ragged, laboured oxygen getting stuck in his lungs. You know he’s right on the edge.

“Fuck— fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warns, voice gathering urgency.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum?” you purr, keeping your lips pressed to the shell of his ear, encouraging him with the sultry tone of your voice.

“G-gonna—”

“Mhmm, cum for me, Eddie,” you moan for him.

With the tense of his throbbing cock, and a deep throaty grunt, thick white shoots from his tip. His grunt diminishes to a strangled whimper and you coo for him, praising him with a chorus of ‘good boys’ and affectionate fawning. He pants in deep exasperated breaths, his chest heaving in and out as you continue slow tugs of his cock, milking him for the rest of his cum, letting it seep out over your fist.

When his breathing turns sharp, you show him mercy for the second time tonight, tapering the pace of your movements and coming to a slow halt. He releases a drawn out breath.

As the moment lulls, you let yourself take in the aftermath of his release, eyeing him through the mirror with pure admiration.

His eyes are shut, heavy eyelids weighing them closed in a lazy pinch that matches the relaxed furrow of his brow. His face is tilted back to rest against your shoulder, exposing the full expanse of his red splotchy neck. A matching blush carries up to his jaw and across his cheeks. It’s endearing and adds an extra beat in the steady rhythm of your heart as you appreciate him in his come down.

Your eyes flutter from the mirror down to the screen of his laptop, now void of movement. Something of higher interest peaks your attention; atop the glowing led screen are painted white streaks that bleed down into the crevice of the keyboard.

“Aw, would you look at that?” you start. Eddie knocks the edge of his face against yours, a low hum coming from the back of his throat. “You came all over your precious laptop,” you finish dryly. His cheek rubs against yours tenderly, his breathing still ragged.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, still in the hazy state of his orgasm, not yet clear headed enough to care about anything except you and the tingle of pleasure that cascades throughout him.

You turn your head, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. He brings a warm palm to your face, holding you there, gathering strength from the generous affection of your lips on his skin. You draw out your kiss before turning. He continues holding you by your cheek, keeping you pressed to the edge of his face, demanding more of your affection in any way possible.

“Fuck,” he repeats again, sucking in a heavy breath. “So good, baby,”

“Yeah? Just my hand was okay for you?”

“More than okay,” he breathes out.

“Good,” you reply, feeling the swell of his praise blossom as a warmth in your already hot belly.

“Gonna—” he breathes out an arduous sigh, “gonna come to bed now,” he says, nodding his head, agreeing with himself. He turns his face, pressing a kiss to your cheek before releasing you and pushing the chair back.

“Finally,” you tease standing up and putting a stretch in your lower back. Using your pinky to open one of your drawers, you grab a tissue, leaving the drawer open for Eddie to help himself. He appreciatively grabs a few and starts dabbing at his screen and keyboard, cleaning up his mess.

You watch him for a few seconds before leaning over him again, hugging him tightly. He rests his hand over your crossed forearms, hugging you back as best as he can. You let go and retreat back to your bed, waiting for him to join you again.

“I can’t believe I came on my laptop,” he says as he tosses the tissue in the bin under your table.

“Are you mad?” you ask. He turns his head, looking at you with a smirk.

“Nope. It was only a matter of time,” he laughs, dimples deepening.

You flash him a grimace, scrunching your nose up. “Gross,” you tease.

His gaze settles from amusement into something soft, somewhere along the lines of appreciative as he takes in the sight of you waiting for him in your bed, your eyes dark with your own desire, legs crossed over one another in attempts to satiate some of the neediness between your thighs that he so cruelly has dragged out.

“Just gonna log out,” he explains before daring to look back at the screen.

You nod and he turns back around, taking the mouse in his hand again. You settle deeper in the bed, watching as the game minimizes before disappearing from the screen entirely. He turns his head enough for you to know he’s talking to you but keeps his eyes on the screen as his fingertips fan over the keyboard. “Gonna send the guys a message too and— oh fuck.”

You perk up when you hear his abrupt curse, curious what could have gone wrong in such a short amount of time.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he choruses, face going completely pale. He scrambles for the discarded headphones pulling them over his ears.

“Hello?” he speaks nervously into the mic. His face relaxes completely before his eyes suddenly widen, going wider than you’ve ever seen them go.

Part of you wants to jump up, go over and listen to whoever is talking on the other end, but the other part of you stays frozen, planted in your bed, waiting for Eddie's reaction to give way and tell you how to respond.

His eyes remain wide, and his cheeks tinge a dark shade of crimson, even darker than the crimson you painted on him just minutes ago.

If you had got up you would have heard the way the call went from dead silence as they all listened eagerly, to the excited eruption of chatter, an overlapping frenzy of voices coming together to express all of their thoughts— from the way Eddie’s in game character moved (or rather, didn’t move), to the way his voice got squeaky as it picked up several octaves, and to the way he whined and babbled. You would have heard some lewd comments, some crude comparisons, as well as many other laughter ridden digs that filtered through the headset at a lightening speed, all in an intersecting race to get their shots in before Eddie hung up.

You certainly would have got an earful— it’s a wonder Eddie could pick out a singular voice to respond to. His face contorts into a look of shock, mouth frowning slightly, eyebrows raised high, before his face drops completely.

“Yeah, well at least I’m not on a call with a bunch of guys with hard ons listening to someone cum,” he replies. He listens before his brows pinch up harshly. “Dude, go jerk off, everyone knows you’re hard.”

“Eddie,” you gasp. He catches your eye in the mirror and his lip twitches up into a faint smile. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, glad to know that he’s at least harbouring some humour in this situation

“Whatever man. Was just gonna say bye because unlike you guys, I have manners— have a good night with your right hands.” he announces loudly before you hear a final click of his mouse.

He pulls off the headphones in an unsettling haste, tossing them to the side before shutting his laptop harder than he would have on a normal day. You wait with a bated breath for him to break the silence.

He untucks himself from your vanity, standing, taking long strides to the bed in which you can’t see his face no matter how hard you crane your neck. He throws himself down next to you lying flat on his back, sighing deeply.

“Everything.. okay?” you ask tentatively, pushing yourself up on your elbows to see his face. He looks at you with a blank expression before he grabs at you, tugging you down to his chest pulling you half ways on top of himself.

“They heard everything. Thanks a lot,” he says, teasing heavily in his voice as he so obviously blames you for the mishap.

If he asked you to admit it, you would— it, undeniably, was mostly your fault that all those listening ears got a free show. It wouldn't stop you from arguing that he should have just come to bed in the first place though. Regardless, neither of you argue, there’s no point. Eddie looks at you with a faux furrow of his brow, but sparkles of amusement in his eyes that give it all away. It’s not accusatory, it’s non-incriminating, it’s just pure tease.

“Everything?” you clarify, raising a brow at him.

“Oh yeah.” he emphasizes with a nod of his head. “Everything from your dirty talk to me coming on my laptop.”

“No,” you gasp.

“Don’t look so mortified, Miss ‘Hi boys’,” he mocks with a bat of his eyelashes before continuing. “They think you’re hot. I’m the loser who sounded ‘pathetic’,” he says, holding up finger quotes with the hand not wrapped around you.

“Who said that?” you ask curiously.

“That you were hot or I was pathetic?”

“Both?” you smile bashfully. He smiles back at you, shaking his head slightly.

“Gareth for both, but all the guys very enthusiastically agreed,” he says, brows rising in a shrug as he tugs you closer to him. You cozy up to his chest, laying your head down on his shoulder. With his arm around your side, he pats your hip lightly as he hums. “Yup, don’t think I’ll ever live this one down.”

“Should come to bed next time,” you retort, matter-of-factly tilting your face to see him. His jaw drops in an exaggerated bewilderment, eyes widening before his look settles into mischief. In a flash, he’s rolling over you, pressing kisses down your neck.

Kisses progressing into more, Eddie paid you back for your little game in a multitude of ways that left your head spinning and thighs shaking. While he wasn’t fully impressed by the fact that all of his friends overheard, he did get a sense of pride in them knowing what a damn prize you were. A serious angel on earth, something he had that they could never touch. He made sure you’d never forgot it too as he spent hours between your thighs.

Most importantly, the resolve that has the greatest interest to you, it has now become routine that every time you ask Eddie to come to bed, he does so happily and promptly— always diligently double checking that his voice call is off. No more drawn out anticipation, all it took was one messy hand job, and a forgotten mic with the listening ears of all his friends on the other end— friends who never miss out on the opportunity to remind Eddie about his misfortunes.

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Ever since Wednesday solved the mystery of her stalker, she'd begun to get stir-crazy. Her mind craved a new project, something to channel her wits and rage into.

Bianca made the mistake of introducing Wednesday to Minecraft, taking advantage of her begrudging but ever-advancing embrace of modern technology.

She created a monster.

Wednesday's main world consisted of a painstakingly constructed city meant to torture villagers with the simulated monotony of a 9-5 office job in an urban dystopia, of which she was the supreme ruler.

Her home was a large turreted castle in the ice biome with a sprawling back yard for her over 100 pet polar bears.

Everything in her castle is either black, white, or grey, save for the pink potted tulip she kept near her bed in honor of a certain someone.

Saturday was game night on the Nevermore Minecraft server. It devolved into chaos ever since Wednesday joined.

Gone were the days of peaceful cooperation. Not on her watch. Instead, Wednesday had taken to ruthlessly hunting other players and using TNT to blow their structures to the shit house.

Bianca: God dammit, Wednesday! Stop griefing my iron farm!

Wednesday: Your rebellion is at an end. The means of production will be seized, and you'll all be sent to work in the mines.

Ajax: You can't just rule over the server!

Wednesday, smirking darkly: I am your god now.

Enid, sighing: ...Wednesday? What the fuck are you doing?

Wednesday: Ah, Enid! Come join me in my conquest, I will make you queen of these lands.

Enid: Care to explain why I got a text from Bianca saying I need to 'reign in my tiny terror'?

Wednesday: ...political pressure.

AO3: SorcererOfSolitude

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I wasn't sure initially but after reading them all I must admit I've enjoyed your Yandre Vs x pet posts and love Velvette in particular. Can you do something similar but just for Velvette? Either Yandre, she owns your soul or just an obsessive girlfriend (general neutral reader).

Yandere girlfriend velvette

Warnings: obsessive behaviour but not as bad as pet series, reader is an objectively bad person but in a the devil wears Prada way, ooc velvette?

This isn’t canon to the pet series and is a completely different au! So reader is not pet and is treated significantly better

First of all, you’d have to be something special for velvette to treat you as an equal, let alone develop a romantic relationship with

And you were definitely something special

You were a fashionista demon who died in the 2000s, but your death would not stop you from building an empire

You created unique clothing pieces that blended the fun and freeness of the previous generations with a fresh Y2K style

Think monster high outfits, your outfits held darker and lighter tones blended together which incorporated different cultures from all over the world

You also had a unique ability that helped you with this, you had the ability to put your emotions into the clothing you’d handcrafted

Literally, so if you made a scarf while feeling sad, whoever wore the scarf would then feel sad for however long they wore the scarf

This made your brand unique and gave you an edge that stood out from the other companies

You started out on market stalls but eventually you gained investors and expanded into a company that even had hell’s celebrity’s wearing your clothes

Stolas had commissioned you to make Octavia’s debut dress, veroskia had asked you to create her entire wardrobe for her tour around the hells rings and even the Lilith was photographed wearing one of your dresses

You had officially built your fashion empire that you’d always dreamed about and you even owned your own tower

This unfortunately meant that you couldn’t keep up with demand and handcraft each clothing item and would have to expand the workforce and hire skilful factory workers

This meant that your ability to put your emotions into the clothing wouldn’t work, so you made a limited edition line out every year with one new clothing item coming out every month

Each outfit would have a theme that connected with the emotions, so you’d do a rouge rage or a cerulean calm

You’d sell these to the highest bidder and would quickly become your top earning products with brawls happening at the bidding wars

But your company being successful only made your bad personality traits worse as you became more demanding and perfectionist to your staff in a way that made you a bad person but in a devil wears prada way that had the newer generations of demons calling you an icon

You had an attitude very similar to velvettes, only with the skills and the maturity to carry it

Velvette hated watching you grow your empire so much that it almost rivalled hers in popularity and income

She hated that you’d practically done it all by yourself while she had relied on Vox financially and he only did that because of his interest In her abilities with social media

She hated that she actually liked your clothing and she hated that your ability made you stand out

But she hated most of all that you two had come to hell within months of each other, yet you were a respected ceo and overlord while she was seen as a joke by overlords and parts of the fashion community

She also hated how insanely pretty you were, but she didn’t come to terms with that until later

She would try and do anything to discredit you and make it so your popularity would go down when you were neck and neck

She tried ‘exposing’ you on social media for having poor working conditions and being rude to workers but she forgot this is hell and literally no one cares

She tried slandering you and your clothing brand on social media, but she forgot your modern and you know how to use social media to your advantage too

You kinda turned into a meme similar to the Wendy’s twitter memes whenever you clapped back at velvette

She tried to pull your investors by threatening them with voxtech legal action, but you’d become self sustaining and could handle the loss with having hells celebrities commissioning your personal pieces

She tried to make you look foolish in front of the other overlords, but they all respected you much more than they respected her

She even tried to copy one of your designs but you called her out and she had to do one of those influencer apology videos but it mostly just consisted of her badmouthing you and justifying her actions

Her hatred bored on obsession with how regularly she stalked your profiles and life

After around ten years of this rivalry, you grew bored with it and you were running out of ideas

So you contacted the Vs and sat down in a meeting with them where you suggested a collaboration of the fashion designers on your terms

Velvette wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but Vox insist that it would be extremely profitable and practically forcing velvette to accept

So you started a collaboration

You and velvette butted heads a lot or some stylistic choices

It was so bad that eventually you couldn’t be in a room together for a few weeks

This collaboration took months, and during this time velvette got to hate you up close as she got to know every annoying detail about you

Except that hatred changed to something different over the months she worked with you, you intrigued her in a way that no one else has ever before

It all came to a stop one night when you two had gone out to a club together for social media promo for the upcoming collab

You shared drinks and complaints about one another and one thing led to another and you two had a drunken make out session in the back of the limo

But velvette hauled ass as soon as she realised she was swapping spit with her arch nemesis

She laid in bed and thought about her actions

Could all of those years of feeling hatred and jealousy towards you just been her suppressed attraction to you?

Could all those tense moments she assumed was awkward tension actually been sexual tension?

The thought made velvette want to scream into a pillow

She pushed her feelings down and decided to just avoid you until the collab was over

She thought it would be easier to hate you rather than face her obvious attraction to you

You tried talking with her many times during the collab but she just ignored you, and this hurt you deeply

So you complied with her wishes and after the collab ended you went back to living your lives without each other

But velvette found herself missing you and being around you

Staff especially noticed that she was much harsher to them then before

She felt herself wanting to reach out to you to beg you to either kiss her or reject her because surely rejection would be easier to deal with than this

But it all changed when rumours started circulating

Velvette had been innocently scrolling through social media until she came across a drama channel that claimed to have spotted you in a romantic moment with none other than veroskia mayday

Velvette found herself consumed with absolute disgust and jealousy

She stalked yours and veroskia’s profile and begged Vox to use his hypnosis to send trolls to verkoskia’s profile

The rumours were cleared up after you made a response that claimed that you and veroskia were only friends, but velvette still felt consumed with rage

She did something completely out of character

She went to you at your place of work and cornered you in your office before confessing every little feeling she’d ever had for you

She practically begged you to be with her, but you just sighed and explained that she had hurt you with her actions and that you couldn’t see yourself in a relationship with her

“It would hurt the brands” is what you also said, and that cut velvette deeper than any knife

She had felt pathetic, and she’d never feel pathetic in any relationship

Even before she had gotten to know you, your instant rise to success left her feeling small

You held power over her, and maybe that’s why she was so obsessed and attracted to you

She’d felt surrounded by people who were less than her all her life, and falling for you felt like finally finding an equal

And she wasn’t going to let you go that easily

She’d destroy you and your company if it meant that you’d love and rely on her

Hope you guys enjoyed and let me know if you want me to make this another series

Tag list:

None yet, let me know if you wanna be tagged in future works like this for this if it becomes a series :)

#hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vees #yandere hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #yandere velvette x reader #hazbin velvette #velvette x reader #yandere x reader #yandere

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theygotlost · 7 months

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good afternoon here's my big rant on my pet peeves for subtitles in movies and tv

This is a post that I’ve thought about making probably for years now but never got around to. I might add more later if I realize I’ve forgotten any

When it comes down to it, the purpose of subtitles is this: to reflect exactly what the audience can hear, precisely when it can be heard. If you fail to do this, your subtitles are bad and you should feel bad. Although I don’t have concrete examples for most of these off the top of my head, I promise I have experienced them all firsthand at least once.

-> Watch for spelling and typos. Obviously.

-> Syncing issues.

This should go without saying, but the captions should be synced as closely as possible with dialogue and sound effects. Subtitles that are out of sync are worse to me than no subtitles at all. They’re unbearably distracting and I have to turn them off. I’m fortunate enough that I can keep watching without them, so imagine how frustrating this is for someone who needs to keep them on no matter what.

-> Jumping the gun.

This is basically an example of out-of-sync subtitles that are slightly too fast, but it gets its own category because it ruins the viewing experience in its own unique way. In particularly dramatic scenes, actors will often draw out their lines or pause between phrases. Captions sometimes fail to reflect this by displaying the entire sentence all at once, allowing the audience to read what someone is about to say before they actually say it, which deflates all the dramatic tension of the scene.

-> Phantom captions.

This one is less self explanatory, but it’s kind of similar to syncing. Sometimes there will be significant intervals of time between lines of dialogue, especially after a scene ends and a new one begins. The interval may include music, sound effects, or complete silence, but what I’m calling a “phantom” is a caption that stays on the screen after that last line of dialogue is delivered until the next line is spoken. I don’t remember what I was watching, but there was one that was glued to the screen for SEVERAL MINUTES over what was supposed to be an atmospheric break between scenes and it drove me nuts. In my experience this happens more often with older subtitling for DVDs and some old videos and less with modern streaming.

-> Straight up spoilers.

Sometimes, a character will speak whose true identity has not yet been revealed to the audience. If I’m not supposed to know the character’s name yet, don’t just… tell me right there in the captions whenever they say something. Descriptors like “disembodied voice”, “man”/”woman”, “mysterious figure”, etc. will suffice.

-> Lack of musical descriptors.

It usually helps to describe the genre or emotion of the music that’s playing rather than just writing [music] or 🎵. That being said, if there is a song playing that’s particularly well known in the mainstream, I think it’s useful to actually include the name of the song. This one I do have a concrete example for: in Arrested Development, Gob always blasts The Final Countdown during his acts. But the captions on my DVDs for the show always describe it as [stagy pop]. Like yeah I would say that song is some pretty stagy pop, but I think a lot of the humor comes from knowing that it’s specifically The Final Countdown by Europe because it’s such a perfectly corny selection that Gob would make.

Another musical failure is not transcribing pertinent lyrics. If the song is playing in the background, then that’s understandable and it can be kind of distracting if there’s dialog happening on top of it because the audience isn’t actually meant to be paying close attention to the song. But if the song is front and center, like for a musical number or montage, then the lyrics can be pretty important. Last year when I watched Arcane on Netflix with my family (a recent, high budget production from the biggest streaming platform ever), the show had the nerve to write [man rapping] over a musical sequence. Imagine if all subtitles ever just said [person speaking] for the entire movie.

-> Affectations.

If a character starts using a silly voice or accent, or if the sound of their voice changes in any way, describe that. If the audience can hear the difference, the subtitles should reflect that difference. And they should reflect it informatively and accurately; for example, don’t just say [mock accent], but specify [mock French accent].

-> Paraphrasing.

I don’t even know why this is an issue, but it’s alarming how many times the subtitles just… straight up don’t match what the characters are actually saying. It’s like the transcriber was forced to write all the captions from memory, so they kinda sorta say the same thing, but the wording is different and some sentences or phrases are missing. When I brought this up with my mom she theorized that the transcriber was working off the script for the movie because hey, that’s all the dialogue already written down, right? But it completely fails to account for revisions, improvisation, or actors delivering their lines even slightly different than how they were originally written.

And last but certainly not least, one of the biggest offenders in bad subtitling…

-> [Speaks foreign language]

If someone says something in another language, please, for the love of god, do not just write [speaks foreign language] and call it a day. Specifying the actual language is an improvement, but this descriptor only works if the audience members are truly not meant to know what’s being said (which is sometimes the case). If a character is only saying a single word or phrase in another language, transcribe it. As in, write down the actual words that they said. If you don’t speak that language, find someone who does. You are insane for transcribing a character saying “hola” or “abuela” in an otherwise English sentence as [speaks Spanish] (real examples I saw respectively in Rango and JANE THE VIRGIN. THERE’S SO MUCH SPANISH IN THAT SHOW).

If the audience is supposed to know what someone is saying in another language, English subtitles will usually be hardcoded. DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, LET THE CAPTION SAYING [SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE] COVER THESE UP. This is actively impeding understanding, not helping it. Jesus christ

* Please keep in mind that I’m not deaf or hard of hearing and I don’t have auditory processing disorder; I almost always watch movies and tv with subtitles whenever the option is available because it helps me absorb information better. If I don’t even strictly NEED subtitles and these are issues for me, I can only imagine how much more difficult it is for those who rely on them more heavily. I invite you to add your own perspective!!

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astrolovecosmos · 4 months

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Astrology Disciplines

Natal Astrology - Focuses on the natal/birth chart as it describes your life unfolding. While this can dip into predictive astrology this isn't a requirement. Some astrologers (like me!) may primarily focus on one's personality and environment that the natal chart describes vs. predicting events. Natal Astrology is also used to guide people in relationships and career.

Predictive Astrology - This discipline usually combines natal charts with current astrological positions and/or other chart types to predict the future. Horoscopes and analyzing the current day-to-day movements of planets is part of this practice. While secondary progressions are typically an introspective area of astrology, they may be used here for personal predictions.

Counseling Astrology - Historically there have been many counselors or therapists that combine their skills with astrology. Currently many therapists or counselors are likely to condemn the use of astrology in the field. But it is worth notating that this is a type of astrological discipline that has existed and played a major role in shaping modern astrology. e.g. Carl Jung.

Synastry - This branch of astrology is used to analyze relationships. The famous synastry chart would be used here along with composite charts. Technically comparing two natal charts for chemistry and compatibility would fall under this type of astrology. This could be debated among astrologers, but you can find books/text that group any type of relationship readings under the "synastry" discipline. (My other specialty 😊)

Medical Astrology - A type of astrology that typically uses the natal chart along with astrological medical associations to conduct a reading. The humours, Sun Sign, planetary ruler, chart ruler, and elemental balance play a large role here. The 6th House is important as well. Medical astrologers typically approach health holistically and usually prescribe appropriate herbs or homeopathic remedies. Because I never want to mislead someone medically or scientifically, please research and approach this style of astrology with caution.

Karmic Astrology - Many different types of charts may be used here depending on the astrologer and client's goals. Here astrology is focused on dealing with struggles of the present based on a past life. This type of astrology is used to help people stop negative patterns or cycles. Many also use this type of astrology to connect with their spiritual selves or to incorporate spiritualism into their lives. Natal Charts, Relationship Charts, Secondary Progressions, and Draconic Charts may all be used. Some astrologers may also incorporate other spiritual methods into their practice such as tarot, dice, runes, etc.

Horary Astrology - These astrologers deal in specific questions such as "Should I move?", "Should I adopt a new pet?", "Should I make a career change?". This is a mixture of predictive astrology and advice. A chart is usually prepared for the exact time the question was asked. This form of astrology focuses on current astrological positions and has a unique set of rules due to its immediate nature.

Electional Astrology/Event Astrology - This type of astrology is used to help predict when one should start an event. This type of astrology is highly focused on the timing of something. Common uses of this are to plan a trip or wedding. Historically planning an attack or battle falls under this type of astrology. An Entrepeneur might use this type of astrology to find the best time to start a business or launch a product. This type of astrology may use or reference the natal chart and depends greatly on current astrological placements and tracking future dates and celestial movements.

Mundane Astrology - This discipline focuses on world events, politics, and socioeconomic trends. This form of astrology has its own unique set of rules and multiple methods. Charts may be drawn up for people, nations, cities, groups, organizations, and many more elements depending on the subject. This form of astrology may take a lot of analysis across multiple charts and reports.

Business Astrology - The practice of making business decisions based on astrological advice. Some astrologers may consult business owners using multiple methods that can cross over to the other disciplines. Finances, investments, and relationship building are all themes for this type of astrology, but the core focus is to guide and grow a business.

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r3starttt · 4 months

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Modern gf!abby hc’s

a/n: first of all sorry if this sucks a bit lollll. Second of all, I’m obsessed with abby, a lot. (pls repost if you like this, I’d appreciate it a lot🩷)

Warnings: none, pure fluff :)

- massages, Abby loves massages. She loves giving them to you more than she likes receiving them. Her favorite ones are scalp massages, of course while cuddling.

-Because of the scalp massages thing she loves when you do her hair and also enjoys doing yours. It doesn’t matter what type of hair you have she’ll learn about it and would be soooo patient while taking care of it. She’ll ask you about it and would always be running her hands trough it as well. She just loves you sm :(

-when you help her do her braid she’d fin it extremely relaxing, she’ll stay still and close her pretty eyes while you do it, and would ofc thank you after with a kiss.

- Abby adores cuddling. Most of the times she’s the big spoon ofc but sometimes she just wants to be hugged as well, even if she’s way bigger than you. She loves the type of cuddle when you’re on top of her, just the weight and the warm she feels and ofc the view she has, she finds it the most relaxing and lovely thing ever.

- She adores pet names idc. Loves being all sweet and cheesy when you’re alone and cuddling and hugging and kissing.

- Absolutely adores proximity. The smell of your perfume when she nuzzles on your neck, how soft your skin feels when she hugs you or holds hands with you, the way your body feels in general, she loves it. If you’re in public she’ll always find a way to hold you and be close to you. She definitely likes holding you from the waist a lot.

- She would only have Instagram and maybe tik tok just to see what you send to her, she’s the kind of people that only sees reels that were already viral on tik tok months ago.

- Most things on her social media are gym related, like diets and goals and that kind of stuff. Her feed is full of muscular people, book recommendations and some cute dogs.

- She likes and comments each one of your posts and stories, nothing too cringy just probably a smiley face or an emoji.

- She only uploads stories with you, any time you both have dates she’d post pictures of you or of the places you two visited. And ofc she has a highlight about you.

- She likes memes, a lot, she also uses a lot of emojis and stickers and most times will finish her sentences with a :). She has good writing as well, she takes her time writing texts and would correct any misspelling she might make because of her fingers not fitting the keyboard properly.

- She loves apple products, she definitely has an iPad that uses all the time for everything.

- Even though her style is mostly masculine and usually wear the same type of clothes in the same type of colors she enjoys shopping clothes with you. She lets you choose some clothes for her and does the same for you.

- She owns a camera and takes pictures of everything, including you ofc

- Anytime you watch a movie together she’ll immediately fell asleep, she just can’t stay awake when she’s so close to you, all warm and cozy.

- She does wear makeup (idc if you agree, she does, I’ve seen her) and also knows the basic about skincare. She’s learned most things because of Instagram. It’s not a routine or anything and ofc her makeup it’s super basic.

- She lets you do her makeup sometimes too, she’d let you try on her all the makeup products when you go shopping.

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I want a gf so bad 😪

#lesbian #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby headcanons #abby the last of us #abby x fem!reader #abby x you #abby x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby fluff #ren masterlist ᵎᵎ ִ ۫ ּ ⊹

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yuna542 · 11 months

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 17<-

Part 18

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Under 18 DNI!, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, dom!Minho, fingering

Word Count: 3.3k

Note: Currently I’m a bit busy with my mental and physical health. So if you have to wait for more parts I’m really sorry. I’ll do my best to upload! I really love this part and hope you will like it as well! Minho will always be my first big kpop crush -much love

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

The photo shoot went smoothly. Lee Know was a pro at this and the first pictures were finished in no time. He looked outrageously handsome in the outfits, which were mainly made of leather and thin fabric and you couldn't take your eyes off his thighs as his muscles tensed while posing.

Restlessly you crossed your legs on the small armchair as you were much more sensitive without your panties and you silently cursed Hyunjin for flinching at every touch and look from Lee Know.

Minho didn't miss your tense and partially absent attitude either. Especially since you shivered every time he stroked your thigh with his fingers or inconspicuously touched your butt as he walked by.

Just as he sat in front of you and the stylist was busy with his hair, you stared straight at your Ipad because you couldn't stand eye contact with him. He looked too hot and you were already rubbing your thighs together to relieve some of the rising tension.

Since the day you almost fucked in the practice room, there was this unspoken tension between you. His looks were more intense than usual, as if he was waiting for something.

But today without panties it was like torture. You felt exposed and as his eyes rested on your thigh, you could tell something was going through his mind.

You could only guess what he was thinking.

"When will the teaser be released?"

Questioningly, you raised your eyes and made the mistake of looking directly at him while he had not yet put on his shirt. His abs stood out under his marble-colored skin, making you falter. You could only stare at his broad shoulders and how the seductive muscles on his arms and chest tightened as he pulled the linen shirt over his head.

It took you a few seconds to remember that you actually wanted to answer him.

It will go into post-production tomorrow. We're aiming for next Friday", you explained quickly after clearing your throat and typing something on your Ipad quickly.

"We should have a movie night after everything is wrapped up."

You nodded quickly and squeezed your thighs tightly together to put a stop to your attention-seeking core. It didn't pass Minho by, but he was already called to the photographer and stroked your thigh as he stood up before disappearing back to the set.

You finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after a few minutes you decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup and recover from the crackling tension.

In the small bathroom, you marveled at the modern furnishings. In addition to high-quality cherry wood furniture, there was a huge mirror behind the stone sink, set in a golden frame.

The magazine company seemed to pay a lot of attention to aesthetics. While you stood in front of the mirror touching up your makeup, you didn't hear the door open and Minho slip in behind you because of the soft music playing in the room.

Until he pulled the door shut and stepped behind you and you could see him in the mirror.

"Minho? What are you doing here?", you asked in amazement and when you saw his face in the mirror, your heart automatically skipped a beat.

There was a fire burning in his eyes that took everything in and before you could react, he grabbed you by the hips and hunched you over the sink with his hand on the back of your neck.

One hand went under your dress and stroked your bare cunt, making you suck in a sharp breath.

"Fuck I knew it! You're not wearing any panties, you naughty kitten."

His grip on your neck was firm and he slid your dress over your hips without hesitation, giving him a perfect view of your ass and exposed core. Over the mirror you could see his eyes glowing with lust and immediately you got wet just from the way he dominated you.

“Should have guessed it, since you fucked Hyunjins thigh all desperate.”

He was still wearing the last outfit from the photoshoot that had driven you crazy. It consisted only of a linen shirt that revealed a little of his chest and a pair of leather pants that sat tight around his trained thighs.

His hair fell into his eyes, which shimmered like bitter coffee in the orange light of the bathroom.

"Hyunjin stole my panties earlier. Lino What..." but that's as far as you got, as he was already sinking a finger into your throbbing cunt and looking right into your eyes in the mirror.

Your mouth was open in surprise as he began to pump it into you mercilessly, putting pressure on your clit.

"You've had no panties on all morning like a needy slut. Anyone could have seen your bare pussy. The mere thought makes me hard. Do you think I'm going to let that go unpunished?"

In response, you could only gasp softly as he curled his finger inside you and you held onto the edge of the sink.

"Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, kitten."

It sounded like a threat he meant seriously, and his voice got a lot darker as he continued to finger you, tickling the naughtiest sounds out of you. He pushed the straps of your dress off your shoulders and freed your tits, unceremoniously undoing your bra and tossing it aside.

"Now I want to see you scream around my cock!", he murmured, reaching from behind to take your breast firmly and knead it.

„What about.. the Photoshoot... Minho", you gasped and he just grinned savagely.

„They have to wait. I, on the other hand, can't wait any longer to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock." When he added two more fingers, you moaned loudly and moved your hips eagerly against his hand.

A knot formed in your stomach as he continued to pump his fingers into you and you clenched hard around his fingers when he bend you firmly with his hand on your back over the sink.

That's when he suddenly pulled them out of you, grinning in amusement as you whimpered in despair at the loss of contact.

"The only way you're gonna come is around my cock, understand?", he whispered into your ear and you heard him already undoing his belt buckle. You eagerly shoved your hips towards him and arched your back, while your heated cunt was getting soaked by just his words.

"Don't worry kitten! I'll bend you over and fuck you against this sink, like the desperate little slut you are."

You bit your lower lip in anticipation as you couldn't wait to finally feel him inside you. Your eyes met in the mirror as he pulled out his hard cock and palmed himself a few times.

"Look at you! How beautiful you are, all desperate for my cock", he purred and slapped your ass, that made you tremble beneath him.

He looked stunningly beautiful with the dirty smile on his pink lips and the fluffy hair falling in his forehead.

And there you felt his tip already at your entrance. A contented growl tore from his throat as he pushed relentlessly into you, and the feeling of him tearing your insides apart brought tears to your eyes. With your vision blurred, you clawed tightly into the stone of the sink and felt it pressed coolly against your belly as he sunk inch by inch into your aching core.

His fingers dug firmly into your skin at your hip bones as he began thrusting into you and after the first few times you saw stars, due to the immense size that was filling you up.

He was so big that it took your breath away and all you could do was choke out gasps as he used your sore pussy to please himself. His roughness and his desire for you sent heat throughout your body and the pain quickly mixed with pleasure into a single overwhelming sensation.

"You love this, don't you? Love being treated like a useless little fuck toy?", he moaned as the soft elevator music was drowned out by the slapping of skin and your dirty whimpering.

One look in the mirror was enough to know the answer to his question. He continued to hold eye contact, enjoying your fucked out facial expressions. Your lips were parted and your eyes were glazed with tears as he relentlessly thrusted into you, stretching your walls.

Everything inside you strained and the knot in your stomach was about to snap.

"Oh fuck, don't stop! Minho please don't stop!" you pleaded, squinting your eyes. He hit all the sensitive spots deep inside you that made your legs go weak, and his little moans that escaped every time he thrusted hard into you and slapped his balls against your clit, emptied your head.

Your begging only heated him up more and that's when you felt his hand around your neck, closing it around your throat unshakeable. With the pressure on your air supply, he forced you to open your eyes and lift your gaze.

"I want to look at your pretty face while I fuck you until you come around my cock!"

The eye contact over the mirror with him was too much. Seeing his jaw twitch tensely and him pulsing parallel inside you with his hand around your neck pushed you over the edge and you clenched hard around him before you came with pornographic moans.

Your lips were swollen and you looked so naughty you would have been ashamed if he hadn't kept thrusting into you relentlessly.

"I'm gonna use that tight little pussy, until I'm coming, understand?", he clarified as he noticed you squirming under him from the overstimulation. Your clit was swollen and you felt drowsy from Lee Knows assault on your aching cunt.

But his thrusts were also getting sloppy and he thrusted so deep each time that your fingers were already aching, from clawing so hard into the sink.

He looked down as his dick disappeared into your sore pussy and was covered by your juices and with another look in the mirror, your face tensed with pleasure was enough to make him come inside you. You felt him deep inside you painting your walls white and he sunk into you a few more times until he slumped over you, his breathing rattling.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed along your spine, up to your shoulders. As he did, you felt your juices mixing inside you and he sighed softly against your neck.

"Your so perfect for me...", he murmured and you smiled exhaustedly at him over your shoulder.

That's when he leaned down to you and kissed you so hard it made you dizzy. He moved his lips against yours with so much passion and your tongues played in unison that it was in strange contrast to his rough manner.

Now his touches were loving, careful and gentle, bringing butterflies to your stomach.

Before he pulled out of you, he grabbed wipes next to the sink and cleaned you and himself up. Your legs were shaking from the orgasm that had messed up your insides and after he threw the wipes away, he put his clothes back on, turned you to face him and helped you fix your clothes.

“I’m so sorry that I can’t take my time with you… I’ll make that up to you, I promise.”

Then he kissed you again, with both hands on cupping your face, and your body automatically snuggled up to his. He smelled like soothing herbals and woodsy citrus scents that messed with your mind while kissing you intensely.

"We should go back. We've been gone for too long", you moaned into his mouth in between kisses, because he made no move to let go of you. He kissed you like he needed your lips to breathe and as much as you enjoyed being caressed by him, you still had a job to do.

"I can't help it. I'm addicted to you", he said when he finally broke away from you and placed a few more kisses on your neck.

"You go ahead. I'll catch up with you", you said, fixing his hair a little so it looked kind of like it did before.

He gave you one last kiss, from which it was obviously hard for him to break away, and then reluctantly disappeared through the door.

Only then did you dare to breathe and with your heart pounding you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess and your makeup was completely smeared. You used the time to put everything back in place and at the same time you couldn't stop grinning.

Tonight would be the first night in the dorm and you had just been fucked by one of the most attractive men at an important photoshoot. It was too surreal to be reality and yet here you were, still able to feel him filling you up.

On the way back, you kept giving each other meaningful looks and smiling like love-struck idiots. That little secret between you was exciting and made the sex even more addictive. Later, when you were getting your things ready in your office to go home for the day, you started to get restless.

Moving into the dorm with the guys was thrilling and you were looking forward to it too. When you were done with everything, you went to the studio and found Chan at his laptop and Seungmin on the couch.

"I'd be ready", you said, and they both nodded.

"Yeah. We're done here for the day too. Let's get out of here!", Chan said and was relieved to see you.

It was a strange feeling going home with the boys and at the same time it felt right. They had become your family by now, after all, you slept with them too.

In the dorm you threw your shoes right off and when you got to your new room you were flooded with happiness. It had turned out really nice.

There was a huge canopy bed, a desk with everything you needed to work, a big closet, a dressing table and much more. Everything was there and the room looked inviting and friendly because of the plants and decorations Hyunjin helped you to choose.

Satisfied, you changed your clothes and in a pair of leggings and a top, you strolled back to the living room where Hyunjin was sitting on the couch on his cell phone.

When he lifted his eyes, he grinned with amusement.

Directly, you stood in front of him with your arms crossed and held out your hand.

"Can I have it back now?"

He took your hand, turned it and kissed the back of it teasingly.

"You're not going to get it back that easily. You'll have to try harder for that."

All right. If he wanted to play like that...

You kept your eyes on him and he looked surprised as you tied your hair up in a ponytail and got down on your knees in front of him. You stroked your fingers slowly over his knee and up his thigh and you could feel his whole body tense at the sight.

You looked him in the eye again, biting your lower lip seductively and stroking the bulge in his pants.

He smiled in anticipation and stroked his fingers down your cheek to your lips, where he pulled your bottom lip down slightly with his thumb and let it rest against your chin.

You leaned forward, enjoying how he was completely absorbed in you. Then you took his index finger and middle finger in your mouth and started sucking on them.

"Shit...", he mumbled aroused and you felt him getting hard under your fingers. Challengingly you let his fingers slide in and out your mouth as you would suck his dick.

"Oh my god...", you heard from the doorway and you both looked to Han who was holding an apple he must have grabbed in the kitchen. You used the moment to stand up, giving Hyunjin one last amused look as he grabbed a pillow to press onto his growing bulge.

Standing before Han, you put your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek before taking the apple from him, taking a bite, and disappearing into the kitchen.

Han and Hyunjin were left equally perplexed and Hyunjin now gradually realized that this was your sweet revenge.

Han dropped down next to Hyunjin and looked at him in confusion.

"What happened?"

"I stole her panties at work today, and this is how she's paying me back."

Han had to laugh and looked down at the pillow he was pressing between his legs.

"She got you heated up so easily and then disappeared?", he laughed, trying to snatch the pillow away from Hyunjin, who was desperately trying to fight off Jisungs hands.

"You'll get hard if she just looks your way!", he snapped at him, and you smiled as you heard their bickering all the way into the kitchen.

That's when Chan joined you and hugged you from behind.

„I missed you", he whispered near your ear and you leaned against him and giggled slightly.

„We have just seen each other."

„I know. It was still too long."

He pressed a kiss on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your body so tightly, as if he never wanted to let you go.

„I live with you now. So I have to see your face every day now", you teased him and wiggled your butt at him. You squirmed in his embrace as he lightly began to pinch your side and tickled you with a warm smile.

Quickly he turned you around and pulled you by the face into an exuberant kiss. You melted into the sweet kiss and pressed your chest tight against his.

„Channie don't eat her up on her first evening at the dorm!", Felix voice appeared next to you and you both looked at him with an amused smile.

„Hey, jagi", he said and you loved the new blonde hair on him that he got today.

„Hey Lixie. You look amazing", you said a bit flustered and the smile he gave you, lightened your mood even more.

„Let's get something to eat!", he decided and an hour later you all gathered in the living room to eat your delivered food.

„Jagi, if you want to stay in my bed for the night, I wouldn't say no", Han teased and Changbin looked at him while shaking his head.

„If so she would definitely want to sleep with me", he said.

„Next to you she would have no place in bed", Seungmin said dryly and made you all laugh.

„Absolutely. Bin, you would crush her while you sleep!", Han laughed at him and he drew his eyebrows together.

„With you, she wouldn't get a second of sleep. Cause you'd try to bang her all night!", he shot back.

Chan tried to hide his smile and Felix head rested in your lap, while you listened to them bickering. While you tried to follow the conversation, you stroked Felix's hair and he had meanwhile closed his eyes, humming delightful.

Hyunjin laughed loudly because of Hans outraged face and Jeongin snorted entertained.

"To be clear: Tonight I sleep in my bed. And all alone!", you declared and ended the discussion with that.

->Part 19

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crimsonji · 1 year

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୨୧ reader on their period (+ cramping)

" reader has their period, how would their boyfriend help? "

ft. kazuha, tighnari, wanderer x afab!reader (seperate)

cw: fluff and kinda crackfic?, wanderer doesn't know what a period is, modern-ish au, mentions of bleeding (not graphic though), wanderer's part little angsty (maybe ooc)

>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : another self indulgent one bcus im cramping reallll badly right now, if you're on your period i send my best wishes lol. also also! i have this hc that wanderer's body is that of marionettes (in that, they don't have that specific body part, so wanderer doesn't have a period lol) non binary wanderer? so true

✦ Kaedehara Kazuha

He's so worried when he notices you're hunching with an arm wrapped around your stomach in obvious pain, at first he thought you got physically injured before you had to awkwardly explain that you were on your period. At first, you didn't feel the need to tell him, thinking that since he's a guy he wouldn't really know what to do.

Kazuha looks a little sheepish when you have to explain your situation, saying that he should have noticed (there wouldn't really be any way for him to tell, he's just very serious about aiding you in whatever situation) and immediately asking you if you need any pads or whatnot.

Please be wary when asking to buy period products for you, Kazuha's already aware of the general period cycle but anything outside of that is beyond him. Since when did period products have sizes? and some of them are scented? In the end, Kazuha just bought anything that seemed to be good and said he was stocking up on pads for you.

Kazuha's much better at comforting you instead of being sent on errands to buy pads, he's heard that heat helps reduce the pain, so the first thing he does is brew you some hot tea and wrap you around a knitted blanket. If your cramps are so bad that you can't do much of anything, he's so incredibly sweet, fulfilling any of your cravings and (if you're comfortable!) massaging soft circles on your lower belly and whispering haikus gently into your ear. Things seem so much more irritating on your period, but by Kazuha's side, a part of you is almost glad your cramps are so bad--being babied and cuddled to the moon and back by Kazuha is so comforting and warm, you almost forget that your uterus is fighting for its life.

If you just want to be left alone during your cramping session, he'll leave you outside occasionally dropping by your room to refill your cup of tea and deliver snacks. Kazuha will be quite taken aback if you have a bit of an attitude during that week, but he tries to not take it that personally and you always apologize profusely afterwards, your boyfriend is so adorable and caring, how could you ever be rude to him? Sometimes, you'll hear a knock on the door, and turn to see a slip of paper be slid under the crack. It's a haiku, followed by a short note written in delicate handwriting.

"Let me know if you need anything, dove, I'm here for you :) -Love, Kazuha"

Sometimes he'll bring you his cat, Tama, to let you pet and cuddle with (unless you're allergic to cats). He pretends to act a bit disheartened, seeing you rub your face lazily against his cat's fur with pure contentment on your face. Really, you'd rather cuddle with a cat than your ever-so-attentive boyfriend? Kazuha's just kidding, but he wouldn't mind if you'd rather be in his arms instead.

He poetically tells you that if he could, he'd take away your pain so he would be hurting badly instead. It's a bit cheesy but you really appreciate how much he cares. Even during a month when your cramps aren't that bad, Kazuha will still be very attentive, asking if you've drunk enough water or if he needs to buy you any more pads. He also takes a mental note of what day you got your period so he can prepare you snacks in advance.

✦ Tighnari

Tighnari's quite knowledgeable in this area, well, at least the 'scientific' side of it, he's already fully aware of what happens during a period cycle. But when it comes to actually dealing with it, he doesn't know much more than the next person. However, he does have some incredibly effective pain medication to handle your cramp, so that's a plus! He's very observant, so when you start acting even a little bit strange he'll begin to wonder if you're on your period. Not in the 'Oh you're mad? Must be on your period, then." way, though! Tighnari genuinely cares and worries about your health more than anything, so if you were hurting, please do tell him and he'll find any way to help you!

Even if you had things to do that day, he's extremely adamant about not letting you do any work. He tells you that if you're in pain, you should rest and take the day off, it's not you're responsible if it's out of your control, after all. He's basically a father to Collei, so Tighnari has helped her through her own periods, which means he feels perfectly capable of caring for you. Tighnari knows that Collei can develop an immense craving for sweets during that week, so he offers you your preferred snacks before you could even ask.

Also gives you a heating pack to help with the pain! He'll let you pet his ears to distract the gut-wrenching feeling, gently running his hands up and down your back to relax your muscles. Tighnari can't help but at least give a small lecture on menstrual cycles and such, you need to be informed on such things, right? He'll shut up if you look kind of irritated, opting to just stay quiet and let you enjoy resting your head on his lap.

✦ Wanderer

...Kindly inform Wanderer of what a period is.

Joking. Well, a little bit, when you informed Wanderer that every month you bleed for a week straight, he was slightly freaking out at this new revelation. Wait, you BLEED? For a week? Are you okay? Are you dying? Did someone punch your gut so hard that you started bleeding? He's going to put that lowly scum in his rightful place for hurting you-- Please stop him before he tries to kill anybody in revenge for your monthly cycle. After a step-by-step explanation of what happens during your period and why, he pauses for a short while before opening his mouth and saying "Gross...' ah, yep, that's a typical 'Wanderer' response.

Despite himself presenting as effeminate, he has no real body parts to 'prove' his sex or gender, not like it mattered to him. But, he still boasts about how humans can be so fragile at times, whereas his 'vessel' was specifically made to act as an archon without a menstrual cycle weakening him. It's a little amusing, he acts apathetic but it is still kind of... embarrassed maybe? Talking about such a subject with Wanderer is similar to how a little kid would react.

It's actually his first time dealing with something like this, so bare with him for the first few times you're on your period. In the future, Wanderer's thankfully much more unfazed about the whole thing and flatly remarks to remember to bring your menstrual products.

He's quite annoyed at how much upkeep it takes to care for the human body, and he flat-out refuses when you ask him to buy you pads. Really, the audacity you have to ask Wanderer of all people to send him on his way like a little errand boy, who do you think you are? ...You're his lover, and despite his reservations, he only mutters a whiny retort before going out. You're kind of surprised, it didn't take much of anything to convince Wanderer this time.

Now, Wanderer's gone through what some would say 'hell on earth, but he doesn't think he's faced a bigger adversary than figuring out what type of product he should buy. Simply staring at the wall of pads was enough to make his head start spinning, and he ended up snatching whatever was closest to him once he started thinking too hard about how you use a tampon. He lightly reprimands you for 'forcing' him to buy them for you, he knew literally nothing about what you were dealing with other than the fact that you're bleeding, which even after being educated is still something that concerns the Wanderer.

You try to humour him, but you can see the way his annoyed glare immediately turns into genuine panic when he sees you suddenly stiffen and clench in a shock of pain in your gut. He immediately strides over to where you sit on the couch and takes hold of your hands, eyes struck with worry in a way that nearly made your sudden pain feel worse. His eyes linger on your lower stomach, silently waiting for you to give some kind of sign that you weren't going to get worse.

It's stupid, he knows, it can't kill you and your body is nothing but a chore to care for, yet seeing you in pain strikes a cord in the Wanderer's heart arising from cold flames in a way that reminds him of his past grief. He can feel his cheeks burn when he realizes how impulsive he just was, letting go of your hands and refusing to meet your gaze.

"...How can I make it better?"

He seems a bit softer from that point on, at times blurring the lines of being rather sensitive. Wanderer still complains a bit, but you know by the way he gazes upon you when he thinks you're not paying attention that, really, he does care. More than anything. He silently pours a cup of tea, handing it to you without a word. Heat helps with the pain, is what you told him. You had fallen asleep at some point, the gift of unconsciousness distracting you from the constant throbbing pain you felt. How stupid, Wanderer thinks, letting him entrust you in your times of pain, falling asleep so he had the perfect opportunity to betray your bonded trust.

He's thinking all of this while silently caressing his fingertips along your lower stomach, sooner or later finding himself laying beside you, a strange feeling of contentment stirring in his empty chest. Maybe a part of him likes being the one to heal your pain.

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doubleddenden · 3 months

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The topic of Palworld is pretty charged, but often times I see people be shamed for liking it because the CEO tweeted stuff about NFTs and the company using AI art in a separate game. Acting as if that's the most damning thing ever for a gaming company in an industry filled with similar people.

Make no mistake, I dislike both AI art and nfts, but do you realize how many gaming companies have involvement with that?

To begin with, Pokémon used AI art in a promotional piece for Pokémon Go in September, and nobody gave a shit because uwu Pikachu. The Pokémon Company also put a job listing some months back seeking an expert in NFTs. That's not quite damning evidence, but if I were a betting man, no "NFT expert" will willingly say "yeah nfts suck are bad for the environment, man, I'll take my paycheck and fuck off now." There's also a strong argument to be made that Pokémon has stolen ideas from fakemon artists (Finizen and Palafin, Scovillain, Dipplin, etc) and other franchises (kaiju movies, Dragon Quest, Megaman, final fantasy, western cartoons and food mascots, etc), a dubious legal statement that claims they own all fan art from the remixes and fakemon made on youtube to the pikachu your kid drew at breakfast; they have yet to apologize for the state of Scarlet and Violet while charging full price to millions of paying customers for a clearly unfinished and barely functioning game (which i did enjoy, but you can't tell me it was finished baking when it struggles not to shit itself just to run), and a bunch of other things people shit on Palworld for, but A. It's Pokémon so people don't care and think it's fine, and B. That's not the point of this post.

You know who else does NFTs and AI art? (Yes I heard Muscle Man from Regular Show in my head just now, too, moving along)

Square Enix sold several of their IPs for NFTs and claims to have used AI art "a minimum amount" in Foam Stars, yet I see nobody yelling for boycotts of Final Fantasy 14, 16, Kingdom Hearts, Dragon Quest, Life is Strange, etc etc etc.

Sony has invested in both, they want to implement AI into gaming, and has a patent for nfts to be used in games and consoles, yet there's no movement to throw out your playstations.

Bandai Namco- you know, that company with a hand in pretty much most anime games on the market and popular games such as the Dark Souls games? They have a game called RYU that's essentially a virtual pet game that uses the blockchain, and its AI driven, among other projects. Yet there's no outcry to stop playing the many, MANY games they brand with. This also includes quite a few Nintendo games (btw they just partnered together to form a special studio quite recently) like Smash Wii U/3ds and New Pokémon Snap. Nobody gives a shit though.

Android, Microsoft, Google, Apple- I don't even need to explain those, they have whole teams dedicated to both. Even popular VPN companies accept crypto.

I'm just saying an awful lot of you guys that scream and shit bloody murder about Palworld's company being involved with that shit are either the biggest "It's okay when my favs do it" type of hypocrites, or you're sorely ignorant to just how evil and greedy most corporations are. You'll be hard pressed to find a game company with popular AND fun games that DOESN'T have some interest in either, let alone movie and show studios. That's the awful reality we live in.

You have 2 options

1. You basically stop doing anything involving most modern tech, including throwing out your pc and smart phone. You could probably live a comfortable life with tech circa 2010, but you have to be aware that any thing you buy may go towards a cause you don't like.

2. You accept that people can enjoy a product while not necessarily agreeing with the CEO of said product. Most CEOs tend to be jackasses anyway, that's kind of the shared trait they all have. You can also discourage companies from using them while understanding it is everywhere.

Palworld at the end of the day is just a toy, that's it. From the looks of it, it's not even actually hurting anyone, and it seems like the company at least treats their employees pretty decently- at least according to a few things I've seen here and there that seems rather progressive for a Japanese studio (with room for doubt obviously, it's a company after all and as we've established, they're all evil). At the least its not like when people supported Hogwarts Legacy and directly put money into JKR's wallet so she can openly hurt more Trans women. In fact, the only people seemingly hurt in all of this Palworld drama are obsessed Pokémon stans that can't accept a parody, or the Pokémon Company themselves, who rightly deserve some punching up tbh.

You can just say you dislike the game, that's fine, I totally get that. Even though I personally think The Pokémon Company deserves a few nut shots after the way they've treated fans these last few years with the state of their games (and you know, stealing ideas from fans without credit), I can see why someone would be turned away from a parody that's literally meant to be Pokémon with guns. I can totally understand all of that, personally I'd prefer if the game was MORE like Pokémon with turn based combat.

But if you're going to defend Pokémon because you think its perfectly innocent because of Wooloo or something like that, just be sure you're aware you're defending the World's Richest Franchise and their own attempts at AI and NFTs while calling out an indie company (a real one thats learning as they go, not the fake "We're totally indie" franchise that hasn't been indie since gen 3) for having a ceo that also seems interested in the same stuff. And remember, you don't become number 1 without hurting people somehow (we could dig up receipts about certain partners Pokémon has teamed up with, such as Tencent with Unite, but I'd rather not right now.)

Just saying. I don't think you're an irredeemable person for still liking Pikachu, cuz I do too believe it or not. I've been a life long fan and still have fun with the games despite the clear scummy business practices towards their paying customers. Just maybe extend that courtesy to the millions of players just trying to have fun in this awful, putrid, shithole planet that just keeps getting worse and worse with each passing day.

Plus... you know, think about it. Do you think Pokémon would ever get around to making a gunless Palworld? Probably not. Do you think Palworld would exist if The Pokémon Company and Nintendo were the slightest bit chill about Pokémon fan projects like SEGA is with Sonic? Also probably not. From what I've read, the devs just wanted to make a fun game that happens to mostly be ARK with Pokémon adjacent monsters. That's not really a bad thing, all things considered, and it seems like the worst they've done is reference official Pokémon when making their own models.

Palworld being successful is actually beneficial to Pokémon fans, as well. It'll never really truly compete, but it has outsold Legends Arceus in terms of units sold (not as much financially because Palworld was only $30 plus a sale recently, but still impressive), and it is enough that Game Freak is aware of its existence. Let Palworld light a fire under their ass, and maybe GF will actually finish their next game before releasing it for full price (and no, we're not bringing up the tired imaginary ball and chain game devs, game freak owns 1/3rd lf the franchise and can easily take methods to get more dev time, they just haven't because money). Just saying, at least the Paldevs were honest enough to sell it in early access for half the price.

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FOREVER • KUN

PAIRING: Qian Kun x Male Reader

GENRE: Smut, Fluff (?)

WARNINGS: Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Praising Kink, Pet Names, Hickeys, Age Difference, Poor Attempt at Romance, (More of a Kun-centric fic??? idk it's my first time writing in years), NOT PROOFREAD

Word Count: 2,161

Summary: Kun and male reader making love.

Note: This was supposed to be uploaded last March but was delayed for some reason. Feedback and tips would be very much appreciated. ^~^

Maybe it’s because of the cloudy, lazy weather. Maybe it’s because you looked so dashing in the warm confines of his hoodie that was big for you. Maybe it’s because he looked so hot and irresistible with nothing but sweatpants on. Or maybe the tension is just too strong to beat, that all said clothes are now discarded on the floor as want and lust takes over. You couldn’t (or have no plans to) resist as your sugar daddy pins you under him and dances his tongue with yours in a heated kiss, which he plans to take further. Who would, if it was the sexy, dominant bachelor Qian Kun devouring you right now?

Just exactly how did everything lead to this? As far as you can recall, it will be your fourth year together with Qian Kun in a few days. Qian Kun, CEO of Wang Technologies, known for manufacturing the world’s finest and advanced aircrafts. His love for flying and skydiving has influenced the company, making the products untouchable ever since it was passed down to his dexterous, meticulous hands. It all started when you, a struggling second year nursing student bumped into him in the grocery. Perhaps you were both busy looking at the aisle of snacks when you bumped each other, his hot coffee spilling on you and ruining your laptop as a result.

Stunning was an understatement when you first saw him. Unlike all men who just shrugged off and walked away when they inconvenienced you, Kun showed you his handsome, apologetic smile as he cleaned the mess himself and even paid for all your groceries. Before you parted ways, he gave you a contact card. Sketchy? Maybe. But still, you made an appointment with his office and prepared Ten’s phone number in case something happened to you. Little did you know, Kun was looking for a sugar baby. That day gained you unlimited access to his unlimited wealth... and the start of a new relationship.

Unlike all of the men you’ve dated, Kun did not insist on sleeping with you immediately. In fact, your relationship was far from overly sexual. Cuddles and dates most of the time. Kun helping you with your studies in practical ways, such as lending you his veiny arms when you practiced your nursing subjects. Healthy home-cooked meals made by his health-conscious ass (but that didn’t stop you from buying bubble tea). Thanks to him, you left the cram dorm and moved in with him in his modern, luxurious condo. A few vacations every year in and out of the country. A lot of advice that saved you from consequences you’re more than grateful to have not experienced. He does not demand for sex. In fact, the both of you only get intimate when you consented to.

“Love,” he deeply moans before kissing your neck. He licks and bites the spots that make your mind go haywire, unable to process anything but pleasure and the buildup of anticipation of him entering you and rearranging your guts. Kun, being his observant and very capable self, gives the slightest almost teasing, light touches over your torso before fondling your erect nipples, only making you croak out for more. You lift your torso up in an effort to have more of his touches; Kun obviously noticed that. He knows you want, rather, yearn for something else.

At lightning speed, your shorts are thrown into the messy floor and you feel two long, slender fingers rubbing on your rim as if begging for intrusion, which you are always willing to give. Kun lifts one of your legs over his shoulder before adding another finger to penetrate your puckered hole. You could only grunt and curse as his fingers immediately rubbed and poked your prostate, never failing to make your toes curl and breath hitch in bliss.

One thing about Kun, he loves seeing you crumble under him. Being the dominant he is, it is his absolute pleasure to see you go crazy under him. It uplifts his ego knowing only he is the one capable to make you feel sexual pleasure and meet all your expectations and needs. He loves seeing you melt with only his slightest touch, just like right now with you tugging on his gorgeous dark locks as he continuously rubs and jabs at your abused prostate while stretching your hole for his cock. Your eyes clenched shut, toes curled hard, your never ending mewls and whimpers, your dick leaking with massive amounts of precum are such a sight to behold. Kun is more than lucky to witness this sight every day and time he wants to.

"Does that feel good, baby," Kun kisses your forehead as he whispers with his deep, gentle, caring voice, sending tingles of pleasure all over your body. "Good boy, you're taking my fingers so well~ who's my good boy?" Kun coos as he kisses your cheek and watches you with his oh-so-loving gaze. His hands never stop playing and fondling your nipples, making you unable to talk. He knows what he wants to hear from you. He wants you to whimper and moan under him, and he gets that easily.

"D-Daddy," you managed to croak out. Kun notices and slows down, making your mind clearer as you speak to him.

"I want you, daddy, please!" Small beads of tears trickle down your cheeks. "Fuck me, please, daddy," you clench and unclench around his fingers.

Kun gazes at you sweetly before withdrawing his fingers from your hole, leaving you needy and clenching into nothingness. "How do you want me, baby," he leaves kisses all over your face as he pumps his hardening cock.

"Anything, please, daddy!" You were practically begging to be fucked. "Just want you inside me," you choked as you looked at him needily.

Kun doesn't like you begging, unless he feels like teasing you and wants to see you cry for his cock. But today is not one of those days. "Let daddy take care of you, love~" he whispers deeply into your ear before generously lubing your entrance, then his leaking cock, knowing how wet you both want your sessions to be.

You spend your time kissing fervently as he gently enters you. He takes his time penetrating you, making sure to hit all the sweetest spots and crevices of your hole. He whispers the sweetest praises lovingly, just like he did when it was your first; he fucks you like it’s your first almost every time. The softness of his voice and actions just make you want to surrender yourself to him and give him your fullest trust.

Kun swallows the whiny moans you let out as you pull him by his nape for a deeper kiss. You clamp your hole tight around Kun as a signal to move; observant daddy didn’t need to be told twice. He lodges himself slowly and gently inside you, making you feel different sweet sensations as he inches deeper and deeper. Kun dances his tongue with yours and kisses you deeper, gaining more access to explore the insides of your mouth. His hands never stopped playing with the pink, erect buds caused by all the increasing arousal. Your weeping dick is not ignored by Kun as he reaches out for it before giving it the sweetest of strokes.

Having Kun plunge his cock inside you is one pleasurable moment. And him jerking you off and toying with the most sensitive parts of your body is another, making you ignore the squelching sounds of his cock sliding inside you and how awfully hoarse your voice is as you moan out loud. He doesn't mind it. In fact, he loves seeing you vulnerable under him.

His warm breath hits your sin glistening with sweat as he releases the sexiest of grunts. Kun is one who loves playing with different rhythms and he knows the best ways to make you bring out the sweetest of moans. One minute he speeds up, not giving your abused prostate a break, then slows down right after. Not painfully slow, but the slow pace where you feel the entirety of his length and girth dragging along the walls of your hole, hitting all the perfect spots inside you.

"Such a good fucking boy~ taking daddy's cock like the good boy you are," he moans, leaving sweet kisses all over your neck. The sweet praises were oh-so-sweet, that you don't notice Kun lacing your fingers together before pinning them above your head. Beads of sweat emerge from his temple and he lets out his hot breaths and his deep moans.

Only a few thrusts made you lose control over your body, making you surrender to Kun. His touches and thrusts make you lightheaded and dizzy, sending electric pleasure all over your body. A few broken moans escape your lips as Kun begins to bury himself deeper, harder, with your stomach bulging from every powerful thrust.

Without breaking rhythm, Kun shifts you both to your sides and never misses hitting your abused prostate. His thrusts are consistent before they get increasingly harder. Faster. Deeper. His lips find their way to the sweet spot on your neck before giving it the most sensual of licks. Kisses. Bites.

"Fuck, babe~," Kun coos before licking and nibbling your earlobe. "You make me feel so good~ you're such a good fucking boy~," he moans out before holding you closer and thrusts unbelievably deeper in your spooning position. "I won't ever get tired of making love with you~ and I'll do this with you everyday if I could~," he croaks as his thrusts become inconsistent and sloppy, signaling the climax he holds back.

His loving words seem to have had a direct impact on you that you burst your release after he said those sweet words. Your climax had your toe curled, legs trembling, eyes clenched shut, hands gripping the sheets and a moaning mess while Kun continued lodging himself inside you. He grunts and curses out loud, releasing his cum inside your wet heat.

His thrusts make you cry in overstimulation as he milks every single drop of your climax. He leaves kisses all over your face as he hugs your sobbing figure close to him before everything goes black. All you remember is Kun’s arms cradling you as he whispers the sweetest praises and loving affirmations.

The empty spot next to you wakes you up. The sweet aroma of waffles and butter brings you to your senses followed by the fragrance of brewed coffee. Kun did not need to be called for as you see his shadow approaching your room. Clad in a fresh pair of Armani boxers is your sugar daddy holding a tray filled with newly cooked waffles and freshly brewed coffee. He looks at you with the most loving gaze that never fails to make your heart flutter as he closes the distance between you.

The next few minutes is just you and Kun quietly enjoying breakfast and each other’s presence. You always want to feel his warm body next to yours. His warm smile. His loving eyes. His goofy, clumsy side. You wish to wake up and spend your life next to him. You live for him. You want to live forever to be with him, no matter what.

Kun breaks the silence when he hums and turns you around, making you straddle his lap. He gives the widest smile as he kisses each one of your hands and leaves peppery kisses all over your face. You only think it’s just Kun being his usual morning self and the next thing he does leaves you abashed with mixed emotions causing you internal turmoil.

His eyes almost disappear as he holds out a simple golden ring accentuated with a tiny, sparkly diamond. He cups your cheek as soon as he sees the first teardrop appear in the corner of your eye. There’s no way. There is no way he is actually proposing to you right now. Overwhelmed, you weakly fall toward him before crying all over his bare chest. He could not help himself either as he cried soon after, hugging you tight in his arms and planting kisses on your head. This is not real. As soon as the tears disappeared and the both of you calmed down, he pulled away before kissing your forehead.

“Y/N, my beautiful Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with nobody but you. I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to be your husband, your partner, your best friend forever. My love, let’s get married on our anniversary?”

Suddenly, the world stops. Only one word came out of you that morning. One word that sent you both to tears. One word that brought the golden ring to your finger. One word that starts a new chapter of your lives. One word that made your whole day and led to love-making.

“Yes.”

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