hbfdn HI i saw ur reqs are open ive had the idea of angel!mc x pierrot wingplay in mind forever now if u think u could do anything with that...👀
⋆˙⟡Wings of Silence⟡˙⋆
☆Pairing: Pierrot x angel!reader
☆Summary: Pierrot, the silent and obsessive yandere of the Freak Circus, secretly knows you are an angel—something no one else realizes. When they're finally alone after a show, his quiet devotion cracks into desperate curiosity.
☆Word count: 2.8k⋆.˚
☆Content: Slight nsfw, mention of blood, touchy Pierrot, touch-starved, fluff, quiet romance, possessiveness, yandere undertones, gentle intimacy, devotion, Harlequin being an ass, tried keeping MC gender neutral
☆A/n: I was planning on making it one piece, but it got to long. Would you be mad if I made part 2 NSFW?? Did I lose my touch guys?? Be honest...It's been a while...also if I messed anything up, I wrote this at like 1am, with no contacts in...
The big top loomed over the quiet circus grounds, its striped fabric fluttering gently in the evening breeze. The air smelled of popcorn and hotdogs, and somewhere distant, a calliope played a slow carnival tune. Soon to be closing time.
You had been helping around for days now, mending costumes; carrying supplies for the others acts; even helping Doctor clean up the blood from his tent and floors. The troupe had grown used to your presence, but not all eyes followed them equally.
One pair stood out.
Always watching. Always near.
Pierrot moved like silence given form, pale face dusted with a soft blush that made his dark eyes seem endless pits of devotion (or obsession). He wore his usual striped Pierrot tunic neatly buttoned to his throat, never messy or careless, not even during practice sessions where others would sweat through ruffled collars by mid-rehearsal.
He appeared without sound at your side as you stacked empty crates behind the Black Tent.
"May I assist you?" he asked softly, a velvet voice laced with honey warmth, but there was something beneath it too: an intensity coiled tight as piano wire under silk gloves.
The circus air grows still. The laughter, the chatter, all of it fades into a distant murmur as you turn to Pierrot.
Your eyes meet.
And there he is speaking, when he shouldn’t. When no one else ever hears him speak.
A violation of his act. A breach in the unspoken rules of the Freak Circus.
For a heartbeat, nothing happens.
Then your gaze hardens, not with anger, but with quiet reprimand. You tilt your head slightly the way you always do and raise one finger to your lips in silent warning:
Shhh.
Pierrot freezes. His smile doesn’t vanish completely… but it flickers, like a candle caught by sudden wind inside glass walls too thin for safety anymore.
You soften your expression, just a little. A small, warm smile forms on your lips to show him you're not upset. That he didn't cross some line with you.
With gentle grace, you reach up and pat his cheek, once, a light touch that carries all the quiet affection of someone who understands how much restraint Pierrot has to keep himself silent.
Then, softly, you whisper:
"I'm okay… thank you for helping."
Your voice is tender, not loud enough for anyone nearby to hear over the circus crew packing down tents and stalls.
Pierrot doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move at first.
But beneath his calm mask? Something stirs, something deep and hungry, the kind of love that burns hottest when it’s given permission… no matter how small.
The last of the audience begins to file out, their footsteps muffled by talking and fading music. The circus lights dim, first the bright showy colors, then the softer utility lamps flickering on in backstage corridors.
A cold breeze slips through a gap in the tent flaps.
You watch as Ticket Taker closes gates and wave final goodbyes to stragglers. The place empties quickly; people always leave fast when magic’s done for the night.
Only circus members remain now: Harlequin in his tent for the night, not causing his normal mischief, Doctor in his tent, most likely cleaning up after his last "patient," Jester beside Ticket Taker, talking about later schedules and acts.
And Pierrot?
He hasn’t moved an inch since you thanked him.
He stands exactly where he was, like a statue left behind by accident, pale face half-lit by the dying glow of a lantern above.
The others don’t pay him much mind. They’re used to it. Pierrot never speaks, never laughs with them in groups, never joins late-night card games or shared meals. (Only rarely.) He’s always watching. Always quiet.
But you?
You're different.
And when everyone else is too busy to notice, when the last worker turns away and disappears into the shadows of storage tents, Pierrot finally moves.
Slowly… carefully…
He takes one step toward you.
Pierrot’s dark eyes, always so still, so unreadable flicker with quiet curiosity as he studies you. Not like the others study each other: casual glances, quick smiles. No.
His gaze lingers.
Always has.
Because he knows. He’s known for a long time now, the truth hidden beneath your gentle smile and kind hands. That you’re not just another circus helper… that you’re something more. Something holy wrapped in human skin.
An angel.
The thought makes his chest tighten—not with fear, but awe… and something far deeper: possession disguised as devotion.
And right now?
He wonders if it's true. If behind your back are soft white wings folded invisibly against mortal form… or maybe hidden under a glamour only broken by moonlight…
Do you glow? Can you heal? See souls?
His fingers twitch at his sides, not reaching out yet, but wanting to.
Without a sound, without even breathing too loudly, without bell jingles, Pierrot closes the distance between you.
One step.
Then another.
And then he’s right there, just inches away. Close enough to smell the faint sweetness of your shampoo, close enough to see every flutter of your eyelashes if you blinked.
His hands rise slowly, like someone afraid of breaking glass or worse… scaring away something precious beyond repair.
Gently… so gently…
He reaches up and places both palms lightly on either side of your back, as if searching for what isn’t visible. His touch is careful, reverent a priest testing sacred air for holy fire.
No words. No questions spoken aloud.
Just quiet yearning as his fingers press slightly… hoping… praying… that maybe...maybe wings would unfurl beneath his hands.
The moment stretches—quiet, fragile—until you feel the warmth of Pierrot’s hands through your clothes. Confusion flickers across your face.
You don’t pull away… but you freeze.
Eyes wide.
Because he’s touching you like this? In private?
And more than that, he just spoke earlier. Broke his act. And now he’s doing this?
Your lips part slightly, not in anger, but surprise as the rules of this circus-world tilt beneath you.
Then, softly, a whisper escapes:
"Pierrot…?"
Your voice is gentle, not accusing. Just… curious.
Pierrot doesn’t answer right away.
His hands remain where they are still pressed lightly against your back, searching like a blind man memorizing the shape of something holy.
The lantern light above casts long shadows across his face—half in gold, half in black and for once…he looks vulnerable. Not obsessive. Not possessive. Just…wondering.
Then, finally he speaks again.
Quietly. Carefully. Like someone who’s forgotten how to use words but remembers them only for you.
"Can I… see?"
A whisper so soft it barely stirs the air between you.
Not demanding.
Not controlling.
Just asking a fragile hope threaded through every syllable.
"See my...?"
Pierrot’s dark eyes flicker, just slightly at your question. The vulnerability in them deepens, like a child caught wishing for something impossible.
He swallows.
And then, voice even softer than before (as if afraid the circus itself might hear and punish him), he answers:
"…Your wings."
A beat of silence.
The word hangs there, simple, direct. No drama. No accusation.
Just quiet wonder…and something else underneath: longing. Not just to see them, but to know you’re real in that way. That everything he suspects is true.
That his angel isn’t just kindness dressed as human.
But truly divine.
You stare at him, really look for the first time since he touched you.
Pierrot. The silent one. The watcher.
The man who’s always been there… watching your every move, following you with his eyes like a shadow that refuses to leave.
And now? Now he’s asking about wings.
Not mocking.
Not testing.
Just…hoping?
Your heart softens immediately, completely.
After a quiet breath, you nod. Just once, a small dip of your chin—and then step back slightly to give him space.
Then…without another word…you close your eyes.
The air stills, no breath, no sound from the distant tents. Even the wind seems to hold its pause.
Your eyelids stay closed.
And then…
A soft glow begins at your shoulders, not bright, not blinding, but radiant. Like moonlight given form. A gentle luminescence that pulses once…twice…
Then...
Two delicate wings unfurl from behind you.
Not massive or fierce like an archangel’s—but beautiful in their quiet grace: feathers shimmering faintly with pearlescent white edges, each one curling gently as if waking from sleep.
They’re not heavy, they float slightly, like silk caught in a breeze and they don’t make a sound as they spread just enough to fill the space between you and Pierrot.
Pierrot doesn’t breathe.
His wide, dark eyes, always so composed, so controlled are now fixed. Unblinking. Full of something raw and overwhelming.
The wings…
They’re real.
Really real.
Not an illusion. Not a trick of the light or circus magic he’s used to performing lies for crowds. This is pure divinity, a quiet miracle unfolding right in front of him.
His hands tremble slightly where they hang at his sides now that you've stepped back and without thinking, he slowly lifts one hand again…
Reaches out…
And hovers it just above your nearest wing, the tips trembling like a prayer about to touch sacred ground.
The moment Pierrot’s fingertip hovers near your wing—so close it almost brushes—
You flinch.
Not violently. Not in fear of him.
But a shiver runs through you, a soft, instinctive tremor, as the delicate feathers respond to his proximity like antennae sensing warmth.
Wings sensitive? Yes. Extremely so.
Every breath around them, every shift in air pressure… and especially touch, it sends tingles up your spine, electric and fragile as spider silk dancing on skin.
A tiny gasp escapes you, quiet but audible, and without meaning to you curl slightly inward, folding one wing just a little tighter against yourself.
The reaction is instant: not rejection…but reflex.
The blush blooms on your cheeks—soft pink against pale skin—and Pierrot sees it.
He notices everything, always has.
And now? Now he sees the flush…and understands what it means.
This isn’t just sensitivity to touch.
This is embarrassment. Shyness. Maybe even a little pleasure—but mostly, something tender: that no one’s touched your wings in so long…that you forgot how intimate it could feel.
Pierrot freezes again, his finger still suspended mid-air, trembling like a leaf before storm or flower before bloom.
His breath hitches once, just slightly, and his eyes flicker from your wings…to your face…
To those blushing cheeks.
Pierrot’s lips, usually so still, so expressionless, curve.
Just a little.
A tiny smile. Not wide or showy…but real. The first true one in who-knows-how-long.
And it isn’t smug or possessive, not like his usual quiet intensity when he watches you from the shadows.
This is soft. Awed. Gentle.
Then, with slow care, like someone handling something infinitely precious—a single fingertip finally makes contact.
The very tip of his index finger brushes against the edge of your wing where feathers are softest and most sensitive: near the base, where they meet your back.
It’s feather-light—barely-there touch…
But oh.
The moment his fingertip meets your wing—
A jolt.
Not pain. Not discomfort.
But feeling, pure, overwhelming sensation flooding through you like sunlight breaking through clouds after years of gray.
You gasp again, smaller this time, a breathy little sound, and your entire body tenses for half a second…before melting into it.
The sensitivity is maddening. Every nerve in that spot ignites—not from discomfort, but from the sheer intimacy of being touched there… by him…
And Pierrot?
He doesn’t pull away.
Instead…
His smile grows, just slightly wider now, as he feels the warmth beneath his skin where he’s touching you.
The silence between you is thick, not empty, but full. Full of breath held, of hearts beating too loud in quiet darkness.
Pierrot’s fingertip stays where it is, resting gently on your wing, as if memorizing the texture: soft as down yet strong like spun silver. He doesn’t move to stroke or explore further…not yet.
He just feels.
And then, very slowly, he curls his finger slightly inward, pressing just a tiny bit more against the base of your wing.
Testing.
Wondering how far he can go before you react again.
The pressure, so light, so careful, sends another ripple through you.
This time…it’s different.
Not just a shock of sensation, but warmth. A spreading kind of heat that starts where his finger touches and fans out like sunlight under skin.
Your breath hitches again.
And without thinking…
You lean into it.
Just slightly, a tiny shift forward, as if your body is betraying your shyness by instinctively seeking more contact.
Pierrot notices immediately. His eyes narrow—not in suspicion or control, but in quiet realization:
You likes this.
The moment shatters like glass.
A sharp, familiar voice cuts through the quiet—high-pitched and theatrical, dripping with clownish energy.
"Oh~ Pierrot! Jester is—"
Harlequin, the circus’...brightest clown...comes bouncing around a stack of crates. His face is painted with a big smile, bells jingling on his hat with every step.
He’s laughing before he even sees you two clearly and then stops mid-stride when he does.
His grin freezes.
Because there you are.
And there Pierrot is.
Close.
Too close.
Fingers still gently resting against your wing.
Harlequin’s grin doesn’t vanish, but it twists.
The bells on his sleeves stop jingling as he halts abruptly, one foot still slightly raised from the last step.
His eyes, sharp and mischievous under thick makeup, dart between you two: Pierrot’s hand near your wing, your soft blush, the way neither of you are pulling away or acting startled by his arrival.
A beat passes.
Then another.
Harlequin loves drama. Loves teasing. Loves knowing things before others do…especially secrets involving Pierrot, who never talks to anyone, and certainly never touches people like this.
Harlequin’s voice drips with playful mockery, sharp and singsong, like a clown poking fun at something fragile.
He tilts his head, grinning wider now, all teeth and mischief, and crosses his arms over his chest.
"So you have a toy?"
His tone is light…but the words are cruel. Not outright insulting but deliberately reducing what just happened to something small. Something stupid.
He looks at Pierrot, not angry, not jealous, visibly, but amused in that way performers get when they catch someone acting out of character.
Then he glances back at you, the angel who doesn’t know how dangerous it is to be so close to him, even if he seems gentle right now.
Harlequin’s smile turns sharper, meaner, and he takes a lazy step forward, boots crunching on gravel and dirt.
"We wouldn't want Jester finding out… would we?"
The words are sing-song again, but there's threat beneath them now. A warning wrapped in clownish tone.
Jester the head of the circus, cruel, unpredictable and solid. He calls the shots, the ringleader. If he found out Pierrot, silent, mysterious Pierrot—was touching someone so intimately…especially an angel?
It wouldn’t end well. Not like last time
Not for you.
And definitely not for Pierrot.
Pierrot’s entire body goes rigid.
The moment Harlequin speaks those words, threatening, sneering, the air changes.
Like a storm rolling in behind closed curtains.
One second, Pierrot was gentle. Awed. Soft with wonder.
The next?
His dark eyes snap to Harlequin and they burn. Not just angry…but furious. Possessive rage flashing like lightning beneath his calm exterior.
He doesn’t yell.
He doesn’t lunge.
But he moves, fast for someone so still and steps slightly in front of you now, blocking Harlequin’s view completely.
A silent shield between Harlequin and you.
Harlequin holds Pierrot’s glare for a long second—unflinching, still smirking like he’s won something.
Then, with exaggerated flair, he raises his hands in mock surrender.
"Jester needs you," he says casually. "Be nice… and I won’t tell."
The unspoken threat hangs thick:
But if you’re not… I will.
He turns on his heel, bells jingling again, but this time the sound feels sharp. Mocking.
And then Harlequin walks away without another word, disappearing around the back of the big top where Jester usually waits during closing routines.
The moment Harlequin is gone, the tension in Pierrot doesn’t vanish—it coils.
He stays where he is, facing the direction Harlequin left—inhaling sharply through his nose like a predator catching a scent.
His jaw tightens. Just once.
A muscle twitches near his temple.
They were interrupted.
You—his angel, your wings exposed for the first time ever… and that stupid clown ruined it with threats and Jester’s name.
And worse?
Now he has to go see Jester. Now.
Pierrot exhales slowly, a quiet sound full of frustration, and finally turns back to you.
For a second, Pierrot just looks at you, really looks.
Your wings are still slightly unfurled, glowing faintly in the dim lantern light. The blush hasn’t fully faded from your cheeks.
And he remembers—every soft brush of his finger… the way you leaned into it…
Then Harlequin ruined everything.
His expression doesn’t soften, not completely, but something tender flickers beneath the anger. A promise passes through his eyes:
This isn't over.
Without touching you again, without saying a word that might summon more eavesdroppers…
Pierrot takes one slow step back.
Turns to the tent exit, and silently leaves.
☆Masterlist☆
Tags: Idk...
I had fun writing this, again, I want to make a part two that is NSFW...if that's something you're interested in. But I hope you enjoyed reading this!! And I hope you have an amazing day/afternoon/night!!! <33
Warnings: Slight spice, no nsfw, fluff
And a thank you too (@0llie-poptwist) for helping with these!! :33
✚Keeps you in his tent most of the time, if you chose to stay with him. If not, he will keep a close eye on you, he trusts you, he does. But he trust the others? No.
✚His cloak/jacket, is very warm underneath. He won't get too mad if you just welcome yourself in it, unless he's in the middle of working on a 'patient.' He'd get mildly annoyed but that would where off quite quickly if you're not moving around a lot, or annoying.
✚Bouncing off that, he'd also give his jacket if he sees you getting cold or just doesn't want to wear it. Why hang it up if someone else can use it? That thing is like a whole another tent, just engulfs you.
✚Likes to perform his practices and tests on you, with consent of course. He'd like to learn what makes his sweetie jump and squirm. I'd like to think you'd come up with a safe word beforehand.
✚Since he's a bird monster, he'd make nest, before you, he'd only make nest when he was in rut/heat. Because it was necessary to calm his nerves. But when you come into his life? He makes one just for you, makes sure the blankets and materials he uses are to your liking. Nothing itchy or overstimulating.
✚Smells like blood and metal. With all the 'patient' and probably 'fools' he works on, he doesn't have time to get ALL of the blood and blood smell out of his clothes. Sure, he wipes his hands, but that doesn't help with the smell.
✚On that note, if you don't like the smell of blood, he'd be confused. Why? It's natural, it's in you. He'll try to cover it up, how? That takes him a while to come up with. But he will thoroughly wash his hands before coming to see you. Will even offer a mask.
✚Night owl. Staying up late with his doctor duties, paperwork, samples and cleaning his instruments. He doesn't leave his tent unless it 100% necessary.
✚Likes physical touch. But not how Pierrot likes it, he likes to see what makes you jump or squirm, in a loving manner. Don't get mad at him, he's a doctor, and never gets to examine humans in his manner. He curoius.
✚On top of that, he takes notes on everything you do. What you like you like to eat, what you don't, water intake, sleep schedule, even period tracking. He knows everything about you, and medically. To an extent.
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☆Love language would be a mix of physical touch, quality time and gift giving.
☆He would be very touchy with you, whether you’re together or not. He’s just happy to have someone to hug and hold hands with. Because back at the circus…they don’t do all that.
☆If you’re not big on physical affection, he’d try his HARDEST not to get too touchy. You can blame him, he loves you. He’d get all giddy, excited and sometimes nervous when you DO touch him back. No one’s really touched him gently or with kindness before.
☆For quality time, it could be anything. But mainly it’s just trailing behind you like your shadow. Silently. Or sitting there and listening to you talk or rant. Just nodding along with a stupid grin on his face/mask.
☆Gift giving, obviously he’d give you roses and flowers and such. But he’d also bake for you. Give him your favorite sweet treat, and he’ll make it in 10 minutes. Probably 5 minutes.
☆He’d purr. You can’t change my mind. His purr would be quiet because he doesn’t talk often. BUT. BUT. When you two are alone, or he’s really happy his purrs are loud and deep.
☆I’d like to think his horns are very sensitive, especially around the base of them. So if you manage to convince him to take his hat off, he’d be nervous to let you touch them. But will MELT and whimper when you do touch them.
☆VERY protective of you. You’re the only person that shows him true kindness and love, so he’s protective. Harlequins around? He’s taking you and leaving. If he can’t do that? He’s glaring daggers at Harlequin, tense, ready to make a move if Harlequin gets to be too much.
☆He enjoys the size difference between you two. He’s a monster, he’s bound to be taller than you. So it always makes him feel good about himself knowing he’s bigger than you, can protect you.
☆Bouncing off that, I feel like he’d like to pick you up and carry you around. Especially when the circus is closed, he likes to carry you around. Worried Harlequin or Jester might take you to their tent or kick you out. He also just likes having you close and safe.
☆Has routine check ins on whether you’re eating and drinking. Will get really worried when you don’t eat or drink for a while and will cooking something for you. When you don’t eat it, or politely decline. He’ll be really worried and drag you to Doctor. Worried you’re broken.
☆On his break days, which he rarely has, or days where the Circus members just all need a break. He likes to hang around your work and watch. Or come on your balcony till you let him in, just wanting to be around you.
☆He has scars. All on his body. Mainly his back, from the abuse and whips from the previous circus he was at. They give him bad memories, flashbacks. So…He likes when you trace them. Calms him down. On some occasions he falls asleep on you.
☆On top of that, he doesn’t really get a lot of sleep at the circus. Harlequin with the fools, Jester with his demands and commands. So Pierrot WILL fall asleep on you. Whether it be stand up leaning against him. Or fully on top of you.
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I hope you enjoyed this! And I hope you have an amazing day/night/afternoon!! <333
Idk if you do the alphabet stuff, but sfw alphabet with Jecka? Preferably female reader but I’m ok with enby. Thank you so much🐱🐱
˚ʚJecka x Fem!Reader Sfw Alphabetɞ˚
A → Affection 𐙚 How affectionate are they? How do they show it?
Moderately affectionate. Doesn’t really like doing it in public, due to wanting to keep her image high. But in private? She’s gentle with you, sweet. Hugs and gentle kisses. She on the other hand, wants to be treated like an absolute princess. Before you kiss you, without missing a beat she's like, "Tell I'm pretty," or "Who's the best girlfriend in the world?"
B → Bonding 𐙚 What’s their favorite bonding activity?
Smoking together, whether that be outside, in her room, at school. She likes having someone to smoke with, even if you don’t smoke, or don’t smoke much everyday like her. Plus, going on shopping trips, which involves you spending all your money on her, because girl is a spoiled princess.
C → Cuddling 𐙚 How do they like to cuddle?
Likes to lay on your chest, or just on top of you. Or leaning against each other when you’re watching a movie, holding hands and such. Princess treatment for her.
D → Dates 𐙚 What are date nights like?
Movie nights, cuddled up next to one another. Holding hands, lights dimmed or off, fluffy blanket across you two. Going to the mall together, or just shopping in general. Like a girls day. And smoking together.
E → Emotions 𐙚 How do they express their emotions?
Doesn’t particularly like talking about her emotions. But if she trusts you enough, and you’ve been together long enough, she’ll open up to you. You can normally and kind of easily tell when she’s mad, because she’ll either snap or smoke more cigs that day than “normal.” Can get a little emotional at times, like after an argument, on her period, stuff like that.
F → Flaws 𐙚 What do they think their flaws are?
Her education, she knows she’s not the smart and hates when people try to correct or teach her. And fitting in, she’s easily influenced by others. So, tell her she’s enough and perfect as is.
G → Gestures 𐙚 What gestures do they do?
Would give you things of her, nothing crazy. Like clothes, lip gloss, makeup, cigs and weed. Sometimes gives you little pecks on the cheek, leaving a lipstick/gloss mark behind. And no one will ever know it was her.
H → Honesty 𐙚 How honest are they?
Decently honest, especially honest when she's mad. She's honest with you though, not a rude honest. A 'does this shirt look good on me?' and she'd respond with, "Here, where this one." And hands you one of her shirts.
I → I love you 𐙚 Who said it first? How often do they say it?
You said it first. Out loud at least, of course she loves you. She tells herself that every day, in her head of course. She's honestly a bit scared saying it out loud. Loving someone is scary for her, because of her parents, she doesn't want the relationship to end up like there's. So yes, she's a little scared.
J → Jealousy 𐙚 How jealousy do they get?
Oh, she gets jealous, but she won't really admit that. She keeps it to herself but does show it kind of in the means of body language. Like if you're talking to someone she doesn't like she'll walk over and put her arm on your waist, or just be like "Whatcha two on about? What's the drama?"
K → Kissing 𐙚 How do they give kisses? What kind?
Again, likes to leave little lip gloss marks on your face, because she knows they're not as bright and noticeable as lipstick marks. Don't ask how she knows that. Also likes to give you quick and secret little pecks before class. She enjoys gently and meaningful kisses, rather than hard make out like kisses.
L → Love 𐙚 What is their love language?
Physical touch and quality time and words of affirmation. Loves to hold hands with you and kiss you, cuddles too. She also craves attention and validation from those around her, so tell her she's enough and she's pretty and smart. Playful bullying too but will stop if you tell it's getting too much.
M → Mirrored 𐙚 What habits to they pick up from their partner?
Again, she feels the need to constantly fit in and be seen. So, she would pick up many habits from you, even if she doesn't admit it out loud. Like your style, you slang or terms, sometimes makeup.
N → Nightmare 𐙚 What is their biggest fear?
Losing you, and not fitting in. She can't lose the person that's helped her fit in the most and the person that loves her so much. She's never felt so loved before; she can't lose all of that. Not you. And not fitting in? She doesn't want to be different, be 'weird.' She wants to be seen as cool and one of the popular kids.
O → Obvious 𐙚 How obvious is their love for their partner?
Not always obvious, when she's with Nicole she tends to not really love on you as much, because she doesn't want to seem uncool and clingy in front of Nicole, one of her closest friends. But alone? She'll express it in her own way.
P → Petnames 𐙚 What petnames do they give their partner? Which ones do they like?
She likes, 'princess' 'darling' 'love', simple things like that, but likes 'princess,' the most. For you, 'baby' 'babe' sometimes 'nerd' just to tease you.
Q → Quirk 𐙚 What’s a unique quirk about them?
Surprisingly good at drawing, has a little sketch book she keeps on her bookshelf. And doesn't have a single mole or birth mark.
R → Romance 𐙚 How romantic are they?
Not overly romantic but tries to be a least a little romantic. But prefers to have you be the romantic partner and treat her like a princess. Worship her. Take her out. Tell her she's pretty.
S → Secret 𐙚 What’s do they’d secretly enjoy?
Enjoys journaling, leaning more to the dairy like side. Writing about her feelings, sometimes writing about what happened that day, if the day was special. But mainly her feelings and keeps that journal in her drawer of her desk.
T → Texting 𐙚 How do they text?
Can be silly, can be sweet, can be serious. All just depends. She could go from, "Could u pick me up some cigs from the store? :33" to "I don't care." Obviously, she does care.
U → Upset 𐙚 How do they comfort you?
Offers you a cig and tells you it helps her calm down. But if you decline or don't smoke, she'll hold you or your hands. Either while she smokes, lets you rant, or tells you that whoever or whatever made you upset is an asshole.
V → Vulnerability 𐙚 How vulnerable are they with you?
She trusts you, she knows you'll listen, won't judge, and sure as hell won't tell anyone. She'll lay her head in your lap and rant about her day. But her feelings and emotions? She's a little more closed off in that area. Eventually she'll open up about them.
W → Whole 𐙚 Do they’d feel incomplete without you?
A little, she doesn't feel like she's incomplete, but she does feel like she's missing the slightest part of her when you're not around. Yes, she loves you, but she doesn't need to be inside you all the time to feel complete.
X → X-Ray 𐙚 How easily do they read you?
She can read you when you're mad or sad or excited, but when it's something deeper. She has a hard deciphering what it is, because half the time she doesn't even know what she's feeling. If it's not an obvious emotion of course.
Y → Yearning 𐙚 How easily do they miss you?
Well of course she'll miss you, but she won't be like dying without you. She'll be out and see something that reminds her of you and be like "you'd like this..." But if it's late at night, and she's feeling lonely, or when it's just not a good week, she misses you more. To the point where she's actually showed up to your house.
Z → Zzzz 𐙚 What’s a night like with them?
Cozy, warm, smells of cigs and her perfume. In her room, lights off or dimmed, LED's on. Tv on with either a stupid romance movie on or a horror movie. You cuddled up to her side, or her laying on your chest. Her smoking a cig, just enjoying each other's presence.
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I hope you enjoyed this! And I hope you have an amazing day/night/afternoon!! <333
Are your requests open? I don’t know if I requested this before (sorry if so 😭) but will you please write Mira x f!reader where Mira meets reader’s friends and/or family and they end up adoring her and it’s like an emotional roller coaster for her bc of her family history? (If that makes sense 😭 and obvi reader is there to comfort and reassure her through it all)
⟡ꕤOverwhelming loveꕤ⟡
Pairing: Mira x Fem!Reader
Summary: You thought it was a good idea to introduce your family and friends to Mira and Mira to your family and friends. But, with all the affection and praise, comes with an overstimulated, overwhelmed and stressed Mira.
Word count: 2.4ʚɞ
Content: MEN DNI, wlw, established relationship, family issues, Mira’s fears, fluff, slight angst??, fluff comfort
A/n: Guess who’s back!? Yea they’re open! If it’s hard to tell if they are please tell me! I’ll change it so it’s easier to know if they’re open or not!! <3
Mira sat in the passenger seat of the car, staring out the window as the landscape rolled by. The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the trees and the road ahead.
"You nervous?" You asked, turning to look at Mira.
Mira fidgeted with her hands, avoiding your gaze. "Not really," she lied, forcing a small smile.
You could see through her facade, but you didn't say anything. You knew Mira better than anyone, and you knew that she was terrified of meeting your family. She had always had a strained relationship with her own family, and the idea of being judged by yours was almost unbearable.
You reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "They're going to love you," you said, trying to sound confident.
Mira let out a shaky breath, but she didn't pull away from your touch. "Easy for you to say," she muttered, still staring out the window. "Your family's perfect."
You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Nobody's perfect, trust me," you said. "My family has their fair share of flaws, just like everyone else."
Mira turned to look at you, skeptically. "Like what?" she challenged.
You sighed, thinking for a moment. "Well, for starters, my mom tends to be a bit overbearing. She means well, but she can be a bit pushy when it comes to things like relationships and life choices."
Mira rolled her eyes. "Sounds familiar."
You groaned, knowing the conversation was heading into dangerous territory. "Mira, please. Can we not do this right now?"
Mira crossed her arms, stubbornly. "Do what? Talk about your family?"
"No, argue about my family," you replied. "You always do this, Mira. Every time I try to talk about them, you get defensive and argumentative."
Mira let out a huff, but she didn't refute your claim. She knew it was true.
Mira's stubbornness melted away as she sighed, a rare moment of vulnerability peeking through. "I'm sorry..." she muttered. "I'm just... scared."
You could see the fear in her eyes, the fear of judgment and rejection that she had always carried with her.
"I know you are," you replied, your voice gentle. "But my family isn't like that. They're good people, Mira. They won't judge you or reject you. They'll love you, just like I do."
Mira looked away, trying to hide the emotions welling up inside of her. She had never been good at talking about her feelings, especially when it came to vulnerability. But for you, she would try.
"You think so?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, reaching over to brush a strand of hair out of her face. "I know so," you said, smiling softly. "I wouldn't bring you over if I didn't think they would welcome you with open arms."
Mira's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and she let out a shaky breath. "Okay…" she murmured, still looking a bit uncertain.
You squeezed her hand again, reassuringly. "It's going to be fine," you said. "I promise."
Mira let out a humorless laugh. "You always say that," she muttered, but there was less bite to her words this time.
You chuckled, knowing that she was slowly starting to trust you and your judgment. "And I'm usually right, aren't I?"
She mumbled something under her breath that sounded like "unfortunately," but you chose to ignore it, knowing it was her way of accepting defeat.
You both sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, the landscape outside the car window growing darker as the sun set completely.
"We're almost there," you said, disrupting the silence.
Mira tensed up again, a wave of nerves washing over her. She swallowed hard, but she nodded, trying to push down her anxiety.
As you pulled into the driveway of your family's house, Mira's grip on your hand tightened. She stared up at the lights illuminating the front porch, her heart pounding in her chest.
You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Ready?" you asked softly.
"As I'll ever be," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
You chuckled softly, understanding her trepidation. "Just remember, I'm right here beside you, okay?" you said, trying to ease her nerves.
Mira nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Then, with one final squeeze of your hand, she let go and got out of the car. You followed suit, watching as she hesitated on the front walkway, her eyes fixed on the door to your family's house.
You could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she squared them as if preparing for battle. You knew she was steeling herself, trying to put up the tough facade that she wore like a shield. But you also knew that underneath it all, she was just a girl, scared of being rejected by the people that meant the most to you.
You walked up to the front door and knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood. You could feel Mira tensing up beside you, her anxiety rising with every passing moment.
Just then, the door swung open to reveal your mother, a warm smile on her face. "There you are!" she exclaimed, immediately noticing the nervous girl standing beside you.
Your mother's expression softened as she took in Mira's tense demeanor. "And this must be Mira," she said, her gaze flickering between the two of you.
Mira forced a small smile, her hand twitching nervously at her side. "Yes, ma'am," she replied, her voice cracking slightly.
Your mother chuckled softly, seemingly unfazed by Mira's nervousness. "Well, welcome! Come on in," she said, stepping aside to allow you both into the house.
You followed your mother inside, Mira trailing a few steps behind you. You could feel the tension radiating off of her in waves, her entire body taut like a wire.
As you entered the living room, your father stood up from the couch, a curious look on his face. His gaze flicked from you to Mira, a small frown on his face as he tried to gauge the newcomer.
"This...is Mira?" he asked, his voice gruff as he scrutinized her from head to toe.
You could sense the defensiveness rising in Mira, but she kept her composure, nodding politely. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice surprisingly steady.
Your father grunted in acknowledgment, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out. Your mother shot him a sharp look, silencing whatever comment he was about to make.
You took a deep breath, silently praying that your father would keep his opinions to himself.
Your father looked Mira up and down again, this time seeming a bit more impressed. "You got some style, kid," he said gruffly, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Mira seemed taken aback by the compliment, her guard slipping for a moment as she took in your father's words. "Uh... thanks," she muttered, a small blush staining her cheeks.
Your mother smiled at your father's rare compliment, seeming to approve of his approval. Your father grunted again, returning to his seat on the couch.
You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Maybe your father wasn't going to be as hard on Mira as you had feared.
Your mother gestured for you and Mira to sit down. "Please, make yourselves comfortable," she said, her voice cheerful and welcoming.
You took a seat on the couch, with Mira tentatively taking the seat beside you. You could feel the stiffness in her body, her hands clenching and unclenching in her lap.
Your mother sat down in a nearby armchair, her eyes moving between you and Mira. "So, Mira," she said, her voice soft and friendly. "Tell us a bit about yourself."
Mira tensed up even more, her hands clenching so tight that her knuckles turned white. She looked like she was trying to shrink into the seat, wishing she could disappear into the fabric.
You could see the internal battle raging within her, the urge to hide herself clashing with her desire to please your family. You reached out, gently placing your hand on her leg, hoping to reassure her with a subtle gesture.
Mira glanced at you, a mixture of gratitude and relief in her eyes. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage before speaking. "Well, um... what do you want to know?" she asked, aiming for nonchalance but still sounding slightly shaky.
Your father grunted, the sound more approving than judgmental this time. Your mother shot him another sharp glance, as if daring him to comment.
Your mother leaned forward, a warm smile on her face. "Oh, just the basics. Where are you from, what do your parents do, that sort of thing.”
Mira straightened up slightly, her shoulders squaring as she took a deep breath. "I'm from Korea," she said, her voice a bit more confident now. "And, um... I'm actually a famous kpop idol."
Your mother's eyes widened, the surprise evident on her face. Even your father looked a bit impressed.
"You're a... kpop idol?" your mother echoed, her voice laced with curiosity and awe.
Mira shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I'm 23," she replied, her voice slightly tentative.
Your mother let out a small gasp of surprise, her eyes widening. "So young and already a famous idol," she marveled.
Your father grunted again, leaning back in his seat. "Impressive," he muttered, his rough exterior starting to crack just a bit.
Your mother's eyes lit up with excitement. "You must be very talented to have achieved so much at such a young age," she gushed, her voice filled with admiration.
Mira's cheeks flushed at the praise, her defenses starting to crumble just a little bit. "Thank you," she murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Your mother, her curiosity piqued, leaned forward and asked, "So, are you a solo kpop idol, or do you perform with a group?"
Mira's attention flicked to your mother, a hint of unease in her expression. "I'm a member of a girl group called Huntrix," she replied, her voice steady but her hands betraying her nervousness.
Your mother's eyes widened in recognition. "Huntrix! I've heard of them," she exclaimed, a small gasp of surprise escaping her lips.
Your father grunted, his gruff exterior softening just a bit more. "They're pretty popular, aren't they?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.
"Yeah, they are," Mira replied, a hint of pride in her voice. She seemed to be gaining confidence with the positive responses from your family.
Your mother's face lit up. "You must have so many fans," she gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Do people recognize you everywhere you go?"
Mira gave a small laugh, her hands subconsciously smoothing out non-existent wrinkles on the fabric of her jeans. "Sometimes," she admitted, a hint of sheepishness in her voice. "It can get pretty crazy at times."
Your father chuckled gruffly. "I bet," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Must be tough dealing with all those screaming fans and crazy stalkers."
Mira's smile faltered for a moment at the mention of stalkers, but she quickly masked her reaction. "Yeah, it can be a bit overwhelming sometimes," she admitted, her hands clenching in her lap once again.
Your mother, sensing the change in Mira's demeanor, quickly tried to steer the conversation in a lighter direction. "But it must be exciting too, right? All the concerts, the tours, the fans adoring you..."
Mira's expression brightened once again at the mention of the more positive aspects of her job. "It is," she agreed, her voice a bit more lighthearted. "Performing on stage, hearing the cheers, seeing people happy and singing along to my music... it's an incredible feeling."
Your father grunted, his grumpy demeanor gradually fading as he listened to Mira's passionate response. Even he couldn't deny the clear love and dedication she had for her craft.
Your mother chuckled softly at your father's grunt, a knowing smile on her face. "And I'm sure the money is pretty good too," she added, teasingly.
Mira's cheeks flushed slightly, but she couldn't hide the hint of a grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "It's definitely a perk," she admitted, a note of humility in her voice.
Your mother, her motherly instinct taking over, inquired, "Do you get any breaks from touring and promotions? Being a famous kpop idol must be so tiring. You need to take care of yourself, you know."
Mira's expression softened, a mix of gratitude and exhaustion flickering across her features. "It can be draining," she admitted, her voice tinged with weariness. "There's always something to prepare for, always something to do. But I do try to take breaks when I can."
Your father chimed in again, his gruff exterior softening even more. "You gotta remember to take care of yourself, kid," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Don't let the fame and the attention get to your head."
Your mother nodded in agreement, her expression filled with concern. "He's right," she said, her voice warm and motherly. "Your health and well-being are more important than any amount of fame or success."
Mira's guard was slowly crumbling under the gentle care and concern of your parents. The feeling of being cared for and understood, beyond the fame and accolades, was almost alien to her.
She found herself melting into the conversation, her shoulders finally loosening, her hands unclenching on her lap. For once in a long time, she felt valued and loved not just as an idol, but as a person.
Your mother's kind smile widened, her heart swelling with affection at the change she was witnessing in Mira. "You're a very strong young woman," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.
Your father grunted in agreement, his gruff exterior all but melted away. "Yeah," he added, his voice gruff but no longer rough. "You've accomplished a lot for your age. Keep taking care of yourself, kiddo."
The sound of the dinner timer interrupted the conversation, jolting everyone momentarily. Your mother's eyes lit up.
"Ah, the food must be ready," she exclaimed, standing up from her chair. "I'll go check on it. You kids go wash up."
Your father grunted his agreement, rising to his feet as well. He nodded at you and Mira, a subtle gesture of approval in his eyes.
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Sorry Ive been gone for a while. I lowkey didn’t have the motivation to work on stuff. And shit happened in my life. But I’m back!! Better!! And I will be working on things! I promise!!
with that Sevika fic... that really gives off a big scary dog and the small owner. HOWEVER, I'm thinking about their first encounter. obviously Sevika wouldn't just submit right there on the first date, but I feel like there would be some turning point as to why sev is subby....
I HAVE AN IDEAA (separate this ask from the fic cuz this gonna LONG and for aesthetic reason. not forcing tho do wtv u want babes)
SO, imagine like, their first encounter. The reader is a virgin but she knows... stuff. long story short sev and reader SEX. however, the reader keeps edging sev. sev couldn't just, force herself onto the reader (consent!!). so, the reader ended up making sev whine and beg for it. basically puppy's training arc.
sev ended up liking the feeling of not being in power. so she submits even more. even clicker trained, like idk if sev misbehaves the reader edges her until she cries or something 🙏🏻
g!p sevika x female reader smut. massive size difference, I'm talking reader is like, sevikas lower chest height or something. from the outside, sevika might look like she's the dom, but no, it's actually reader who takes the lead and domming. it's like, a big scarr dog and the small owner.
sevika would be the one asking for permission, begging, and whining, clicker trained and all that :3 teehee
also, they broke the bed 🤗🤗
ཐི⋆Misleading Looks⋆ཋྀ
♱Pairing: Sub!g!p!Sevika x Dom!Fem!Reader
♱Summary: Sevika thought it was a good idea to spend her time flirting with women at the bar. Little did she know, you saw everything. And gave her the proper punishment.
♱Word count: 4.3k ݁ᛪ༙
♱Content: MEN DNI, MDNI 18+, NSFW, g!p Sevika, Sub!Sevika, Dom!Reader, begging, oral (r!receiving), orgasm denial, orgasm control, praise, size difference kink, praise kink, clicker trained!Sevika, begging kink (If I missed some let me know)
♱A/n: UGGGHHH WAIT! I love the idea of Sevika actually being submissive despite looking dominate! And I am working on things!! It’s just taking me a while!! And I took a break because of work and such!
Sevika sauntered through the door, the sound of her heavy boots echoing through the apartment. She knew she had been pushing your buttons by flirting with every attractive woman at the bar, but part of her couldn't help but enjoy the possessive glint in your eyes.
You turned and spoke, your tone oddly calm.
“What was that.”
Sevika shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing on her lips. "What was what? I was just being friendly."
You crossed your arms, clearly not buying it. "Please. I saw you all over those women at the bar. Don't act like it was nothing."
"And why does it matter if I was flirting a bit? Jealous, are we?" Sevika replied. She strolled over and leaned against the wall, her gaze locked on you.
Sevika's ears immediately pricked at the sound of the clicker, and without a moment's hesitation, she straightened up off the wall. It was a well, established rule between the two of you, when the clicker was used, she knew she had to pay attention.
At least that’s how she put it. In reality you had her trained. Like a fucking dog. Everytime that clicker went off she was perking up, watching, waiting for instructions or a demand.
She turned to face you, a hint of defiance still in her expression, but her voice softened.
"Yeah, okay. Fine. I was flirting."
Your eyes narrowed, but there was a hint of satisfaction in their expression at Sevika's obedience.
"That's what I thought," you said, crossing the room to stand directly in front of her. "But you know...flirting deserves a punishment, no?"
Sevika's heart quickened at your words. She knew what was coming next, and a thrill of anticipation mixed with a hint of trepidation went through her.
"Yes..." she breathed, her voice low and husky. Her eyes met yours, the defiance replaced by an eager surrender.
Your eyes narrowed slightly, “yes what?”
Sevika's breath caught in her throat at the commanding tone of your voice. She knew exactly what she was supposed to say, but a part of her wanted to push the limit, to see what would happen if she disobeyed.
But a moment of hesitation passed, and then she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, ma’am."
Your lips curved into a small smirk at Sevika's words. You reached out, lightly tracing your fingers along her jawline.
"Good girl," you murmured, your tone still firm and commanding. "You know what comes next, don't you?"
Sevika swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as your touch sent a shiver down her spine. She knew the expected answer, and despite her earlier hesitation, she couldn't deny the thrill that went through her when you spoke in that authoritative tone.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "Yes, I know."
Sevika obeyed without hesitation, her body moving almost by muscle memory as she walked towards the bedroom. She could feel your gaze on her, a mixture of anticipation and desire in the air.
Stepping into the room, she paused just inside the doorway, waiting for further instructions.
You followed her into the room, closing the door softly behind you. The light was dim, casting the room in a soft, intimate glow. Without a word, you moved behind Sevika, your hand coming to rest on her hips. The proximity made Sevika's breath catch, and her body responded instinctively to your touch.
"On your knees."
Sevika's knees buckled at the command, and she sank to the floor, the carpet soft against her skin. The positioning put her in an incredibly vulnerable position, and she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her body as she knelt before you. Her eyes were downcast, submissive.
“Good girl.”
Sevika felt a shiver of satisfaction at the praise, her heart skipping a beat as the words washed over her. Your gentle 'good girl' was all the affirmation she needed that she was doing well.
She remained still on her knees, her body tense with anticipation, eager for your next command.
Sevika watched as you backed away and settled onto the edge of the bed, a slight pang of separation going through her. She knew the distance was deliberate, a way to assert your dominance.
She remained on her knees, forced to look up at you from her lower position. A mixture of excitement and vulnerability swirled within her as she waited for the next instruction.
You took a moment to rake your gaze over Sevika, taking in the sight of her on her knees before you. The power dynamic was evident in the situation, and it fueled the fire of desire that was already burning within you.
You leaned back a bit, your hand patting your lap in a clear gesture, silently telling Sevika to come closer.
It was an amusing scene. Sevika, on her knees, looking submissive and small. Being the strong woman she is, and the high reputation she has. It’s amusing to see her small, submissive, listening. Not to mention the size difference between you two. You don’t even come to her chest, just below her chest. While Sevika’s towering at 6’2, not to mention the amount of muscle she has on her body.
You couldn't help but appreciate the irony of the scene. Sevika, a woman who exuded strength and power in her day-to-day life, was currently on her knees, submissive and responsive.
Your gaze moved over Sevika's form, appreciating the sight of her kneeling at your feet. It was a powerful, almost possessive feeling, knowing that this strong woman was willingly submitting to you.
“Come here.” You repeated, this time through words. Your voice, low and stern but gentle and caring.
Sevika slowly walked over, struggling slightly due to being on her knees. Soon she was right in front of your closed legs. Looking up at you, awaiting command, for anything.
You shifted slightly, opening your legs, welcoming yourself to her. You lift your hand, motioning to the general area of your pants and the open spot in between your legs.
“Here.”
Sevika almost instantly obeyed, crawling between your legs. Before coming to sit on her heels, in a kneeling sit position.
As she settled between your legs, you could feel her warm presence. You looked down at her, your expression a mix of dominance and affection.
"Good girl," you praised softly, running your fingers through her short hair gently.
"You know what to do, don't you?" you asked, your voice low and stern but with a hint of tenderness. You spread your legs wider apart intentionally, giving her more space and making it clear what you were implying. "If you're a good girl, I'll reward you."
Sevika swallowed hard, her eyes flicking down to the gap between your legs before returning to your face. She nodded eagerly, her hands already reaching out to gently push your legs further apart. "Yes, ma’am," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and anticipation. "I know what to do."
Your lips curved into a small, satisfied smile at Sevika's response. You leaned back slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched her move between your legs. "Show me then," you instructed, your voice steady and commanding. "Show me how well you've been trained."
Sevika carefully took off your pants, handling them with a surprising level of gentleness despite her strong hands. She tossed them aside carelessly, her eyes zeroing in on the prize between your legs - your cunt. It was small and delicate compared to her, making her mouth water instinctively.
You smirked to yourself, pulling out the clicker and holding in your hand, making sure Sevika had clear view of it.
Her eyes snapped to the clicker in your hand, her body immediately tensing with a mix of excitement and restraint. She knew the rules - no action until the clicker sounded. Her eyes flicked between the clicker and your cunt, her mouth watering but her body remaining still and obedient.
You held the clicker up, letting Sevika see it clearly. You watched as her eyes followed the small device, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. You loved the way she looked at you, so eager and focused. You held the clicker for a moment, enjoying the power it gave you over her.
Her eyes were glued to the clicker, her body languishing between your legs. She was a perfect picture of submission - still, quiet, and utterly focused on you. Her large frame was contrastingly vulnerable in this position, waiting patiently for your command like an obedient dog.
You felt a thrill of dominance as you realized how completely Sevika had surrendered to you in this moment. Without clicking the device, you simply held it up, observing how she practically trembled with anticipation.
"Such a good girl," you murmured softly, savoring the power dynamic.
As soon as the click echoed through the room, Sevika's entire body seemed to spring into action. Her head dove between your legs, her massive tongue licking your tiny cunt like a ravenous beast. She moaned hungrily, her large hands gripping your legs to spread them further apart.
You gasped at the sudden assault, your small body arching off the bed as Sevika's tongue worked its magic. She licked and lapped at your folds, her tongue too large to be gentle but somehow managing to avoid hurting you. Her moans vibrated against your cunt, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.
"Fuck," you gasped, your voice high-pitched and breathy. You reached down to tangle your fingers in Sevika's hair, pulling her closer while pulling her face further into your cunt.
"Like a good girl... oh god- j-just like that..."
Sevika responded eagerly to your touch, her tongue moving faster and harder against your cunt as you guided her head. Her large hands squeezed your legs possessively, spreading them wider so she could bury her face deeper between them. She was completely consumed by her desire to please you.
As Sevika eagerly ate you out, her own boner was trapped and painfully confined in her tight pants. The friction of the mattress against her hard length only intensified her arousal, making her even more desperate to please you. Pre-cum leaking into her underwear with each eager lick.
You looked down at Sevika between your legs, watching her massive frame trembling with need as she ate your pussy like her life depended on it. Her trapped boner was clearly outlined against the mattress, making you feel even more powerful and desired.
"Look at you," you moaned.
"Such a good girl, looking at me with those hungry eyes while you eat my cunt like a starving woman. You’re probably leaking in your pants right now." You teased, knowing full well the effect you were having on Sevika. "Does it hurt, baby?"
Sevika let out a muffled groan against your pussy, her hips grinding slightly against the mattress as she tried to find some relief for her trapped boner. She nodded vigorously, unable to form coherent words as she continued licking and sucking your folds like a woman possessed.
"Poor baby," you cooed, smiling sympathetically at Sevika's plight even as you basked in the incredible pleasure she was giving you.
"You probably feel tight in those pants." You ran your fingers through her hair soothingly.
Sevika whimpered around your pussy, her hips bucking involuntarily against the mattress as she imagined your soothing touch on her trapped boner instead of her hair. She redoubled her efforts to please you, hoping that if she did well enough, you might take pity and free it.
"You're being such a good girl," you praised, your voice breathy with pleasure as Sevika's skilled tongue brought you closer and closer to orgasm.
"Such a good, obedient girl with her big hard on trapped in her pants like a good little pet."
Sevika let out a choked moan of desperation and pleasure as you praised her, her tongue flicking rapidly against your clit as she tried to make you cum quickly. She wanted to earn her reward - release from her tight pants and the chance to bury herself inside you or at least get some relief.
“F-fuck baby-“
Your body began to tense, your legs shaking as you got closer to your orgasm. Sevika's skilled tongue was relentless, pushing you towards the edge. She could taste your orgasm approaching, and she knew exactly what to do to make you finish hard all over her face.
With a final flick of her tongue against your sensitive clit, Sevika pushed you over the edge.
You let out a loud cry of pleasure, your tiny body convulsing as a flood of juices spilled out onto her waiting tongue and face. Sevika moaned loudly, eagerly licking up every drop.
As your high subsided, Sevika continued to gently lap at your sensitive cunt, cleaning you up and savoring the taste of your juices. She looked up at you with adoring eyes, her face glistening and her boner still trapped and leaking in her pants.
"Good girl," you breathed out.
"Come here," you ordered softly, patting the mattress beside you. Sevika eagerly climbed onto the bed, her large frame making the mattress dip slightly. She laid down on her back, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes and spread her legs slightly.
You could see the massive bulge in Sevika's pants, straining against the fabric. Her breathing was heavy and desperate as she waited for your next command. You slowly crawled between her legs, running your hands over her thick thighs before reaching for the button of her pants.
"Please," she whispered urgently.
"Shh," you soothed, popping the button open and slowly unzipping her pants. Sevika lifted her hips eagerly, allowing you to pull her pants and underwear down just enough to free her length. It sprang out, slapping against her stomach and leaving a trail of precum on her abs.
Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of Sevika's enormous length. It was thick, veined, and leaking profusely. The head was already red and sensitive-looking. You wrapped a small hand around the base experimentally, feeling it pulse and throb against your palm. "Fuck..."
Sevika let out a throttled moan, her hips bucking slightly as you wrapped your hand around her massive dick. She looked down at you with pleading eyes, begging silently for you to touch her, stroke her, or even just hold her. "Nnngh...please..."
You began to slowly stroke Sevika's length, marveling at how much of it you couldn't even wrap your tiny hand around. Pre-cum dripped steadily from the tip, coating your fingers as you jerked her off gently but firmly. Her hips started to move in rhythm with your strokes.
"Ha-...that feels so fucking good," Sevika moaned, her voice low and desperate as she fucked into your small hand. Her belly tightened, tenses, getting closer and closer to release from just a few gentle strokes from your dainty hand. "Baby...I'm gonna..."
"No," you commanded softly, quickly releasing Sevika's length before she could finish. She let out a whimper of disappointment, her hips still bucked slightly as she searched for release. You smirked mischievously, placing your hand on her inner thigh and gently rubbing it.
Sevika whined softly, her impressive length twitching helplessly as you denied her release. She spread her legs wider, giving you better access to her inner thighs and the sensitive skin there. She watched as you rubbed and squeezed her thighs gently, teasing her without actually touching her length again.
"Poor baby," you cooed mockingly, seeing the frustration etched on Severika's face. She let out a huff of breath, her massive chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to keep from begging. You continued to rub her inner thighs, dangerously close to her length.
Sevika whimpered softly as you teased her mercilessly. Your tiny hands squeezing and massaging her thick inner thighs was driving her insane. She could feel her sensitive length aching with the need to release. "Baby...please...touch me..."
"I am touching you," you pointed out innocently, squeezing her thigh right beside her length but not actually touching it. "I'm giving your poor thighs so much attention." You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh, making her jerk and moan softly.
"Fuck..." Sevika swore under her breath, her length jumping desperately as you kissed her thigh right beside it. You were driving her absolutely insane with desire, giving her gentle touches everywhere except where she needed it most. "You're being mean..."
"Am I?" you asked sweetly, placing another soft kiss on her thigh, this time even closer to her length. Sevika let out a desperate whimper, her hips lifting slightly off the bed as she begged silently for more contact on her throbbing length.
You sighed dramatically, making Sevika's heart race with hope. "Fine, you big baby," you teased, climbing onto her muscular stomach and straddling her hips. Her length lay trapped beneath you, throbbing desperately against your thigh.
Sevika looked up at you with pleading eyes, her massive chest rising and falling rapidly with her heavy breathing. You were sitting right on top of her, your tiny body completely dwarfed by her huge frame. Her length was leaking profusely now, making a wet spot on your thigh.
You grabbed Sevika's massive hands and placed them on your tiny waist, letting her know that she can move them freely. She let out a low groan, her fingers wrapping around your tiny waist possessively as she started to gently squeeze and touch your soft body. "Baby..."
They’re on your tiny waist to ground her, to remind her that you're in control. She let out a low groan, her fingers wrapping around your tiny waist gently as she started to caress your soft body absently, her mind focused on the feeling of your tiny body on hers and the ache in her balls
You could feel Sevika's massive hands roaming over your body possessively but gently. She was being good, letting you stay in control while her massive length throbbed desperately beneath you. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, making her whimper into the kiss. "Please..."
You broke the kiss and sat up, looking down at Sevika with a stern expression. Without a word, you reached between your legs and wrapped your small hand around her massive, leaking length. You guided the tip to your entrance and slowly sank down onto it, stretching yourself open wide. Sevika threw her head back with a loud roar of pleasure.
Sevika's length disappeared inside your tiny body inch by agonizing inch. You were so small and tight compared to her huge size that she could feel every little ridge and vein of her length as you impaled yourself on it. Once fully seated, she let out a shuddering breath, "Fuck..."
You let out a soft whimper, feeling completely stuffed and full. Sevika's massive length was too big for you, stretching you open so wide that you felt like you might tear in half. You placed your hands on her massive chest to steady yourself, taking deep breaths to adjust to the overwhelming size inside you.
There was a visible bulge in your tiny stomach/womb area, the massive head of Sevika's length pressing against your insides mercilessly. You could feel the outline of her massive length inside you, every throb and twitch sending waves of pleasure and discomfort through your tiny body.
Needing to move despite the discomfort, you started to grind your hips slowly on Sevika's length. The movement made your stomach bulge and shift visibly with each grind, showing exactly how deep she was inside you. Sevika let out a desperate moan, her hands gripping your hips tightly.
You let out soft, high-pitched whimpers with each slow grind of your tiny hip. Your small hands were pressed to her massive chest, using it for leverage as you moved.
Sevika watched your tiny body move on her length, completely mesmerized. Your small hips circled and grinded, making her visible bulge inside your tiny stomach shift and move. She could see the outline of her massive length moving inside you, the sight driving her crazy.
"Baby..." Sevika moaned softly, watching your tiny body work on her length. Her hands gently guided your movements, helping you grind and circle on her enormous length. With each movement, her tip would grind against that heavenly spot, making you whimper and moan.
You started to bounce slowly on Sevika's massive length, your tiny body moving up and down on her enormous length. With each bounce, you would rise up until just the head remained inside you before sliding back down completely. Each movement made your stomach bulge visibly as her thick shaft moved inside you.
"Fuck yes, baby," Sevika groaned loudly, her massive hands gripping your tiny hips tightly as you bounced on her length. She loved watching her huge size move inside your tiny body, loved seeing how deep she went with each bounce.
The headboard of the bed was hitting the wall with a loud thump-thump-thump rhythm, keeping pace with your tiny bounces on Sevika's enormous length. The sound mixed with your high-pitched moans and Sevika's deep groans, filling the room with lewd noises.
Sevika's body tensed beneath you as she got closer to her release. Her huge length throbbed violently inside you. She let out a deep, animalistic growl as she grabbed your tiny hips hard. "Baby...I'm gonna cum..."
"No," you commanded firmly, stopping your bounces and sitting still on Sevika's massive, throbbing length. You placed your tiny hands on her chest, holding her down as you looked at her sternly. "You didn't ask permission. Hold it."
Sevika let out a frustrated moan, her body shaking with the effort to hold back her release. Her huge length throbbed painfully inside you, leaking cum desperately. She looked up at you with pleading eyes, begging silently for permission to finish. "Baby...please..." she whined.
You just raised an eyebrow at her, your tiny hands pressing down on her massive chest to keep her pinned. "No," you repeated firmly. "You hold it until I say so. You're not allowed to finish until I permit it." You started to slowly grind your hips in a circle again, making her massive length twitch inside you.
You resumed your slow bouncing on Sevika's massive, throbbing length. Each tiny movement sent shockwaves through her entire body, the sensation of your small body moving on her massive length driving her wild. She let out desperate moans with each bounce, her massive dick leaking more.
"Please baby... please let me cum," Sevika begged desperately, her massive body shaking with the effort to hold back her release. "Please... I can't take much more," she whined, her massive hands gripping your tiny hips tightly as she tried to control herself. "Please..."
The bed was creaking loudly beneath you, the ancient wood straining against the weight and force of your bounces on Sevika's enormous length. With each bounce, the bed snapped and groaned, the headboard slamming against the wall hard enough to leave cracks. The whole room shook with the lewd noises and vibrations.
You let out high-pitched moans and whimpers and gasps as you bounced on Sevika's massive cock, completely lost in pleasure. Without breaking rhythm, you reached out and grabbed the remote control clickers from the nightstand, keeping your bouncing pace steady. “Fuck…ah…”
"Please baby... please click it," Sevika begged desperately, her eyes locked onto the remote control in your tiny hand. "Please... I need to cum so bad," she whined, her massive body shaking with the effort to hold back. "Click it... click it now...please" She chanted desperately.
You bounced harder, making the ancient bed snap and groan dangerously beneath you. Your tiny body slammed down onto her enormous length over and over, taking her full length inside you with each bounce.
You felt your own release building quickly as you bounced on Sevika's massive length. Your moans grew higher in pitch and more frequent, your tiny body tensing with pleasure. You held the remote control out in front of you, against Sevika’s chest, your finger hovering over the button as you got closer and closer.
Your release hit you like a tidal wave, your tiny body convulsing violently on top of Sevika's enormous length. Your finger pressed down onto the remote control button as you finished, triggering Sevika's orgasm at the same moment. "YES!" she screamed as her massive cock erupted inside you.
Sevika's release was earth-shattering. Her massive length pulsed inside you before erupting like a volcano. Hot, thick ropes blasted deep inside you, filling you completely and overflowing out around her enormous length. Her massive body bucked wildly beneath you as she finished.
You collapsed onto Sevika's chest, panting heavily as you tried to recover from the intense release. Tiny whimpers escaped your lips with each breath, your body still trembling from the amount of release inside you.
Sevika wrapped her massive arms around your tiny body, holding you close as she came down from her own high. Her enormous length remained buried deep inside you.
"Mmm... fuck," you muttered weakly, nuzzling against Sevika's chest. "I think you broke the bed." You shifted your hips slightly, causing Sevika to let out a small whimper.
"Mmm, I think I did," Sevika panted, still holding you tightly. “And broke you too..." She shifted her hips slightly, causing more of her release to leak out around her buried length and drip onto the broken bed below. "You alright, baby?" she asked gently.
You nodded slowly against her chest, still breathless. "Mmm-hm. Just... trying to process.” You shifted slightly, letting out a heavy sigh.
You both lay there in the aftermath, the broken bed creaking beneath your combined weight. Sevika held you close, her massive length still buried deep inside you, and her release leaking out around her. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the soft sounds of your labored breathing.
Yea, you’ll definitely need to browse for new bed frames after this.
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