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If the slutcicles are all assigned a piss kink then what do the nivisimps and jslutts get?

Arrangement

Your mother had told you many stories in your childhood.

Stories of princes and love and hardship and great battles.

She told you of the prophecy of the Undersea when you were no more than five and ten years of age, that a great warrior would save the realm, bring the Oversea’s Navy to its knees.

The Champion of the Undersea, hero of the deep, boy of destiny.

The Chosen One.

And when you both came of age in five years, you were to be wed to him.

He was trained to be a soldier, trained by renowned scholars to be a master tactician.

Your mother had said he was your age, coming from an impoverished family, unlike you, someone with rich blood, a title, and money to support the Elders.

Of course, the entire reason you were likely promised to him was because of the sizable donation your mother had gifted to the Elders.

And here you sat five years later, in a makeshift bridal suite in the Trench being waited on by handmaidens.

Smoothing your dress, tightening your corset, entwining decor through your hair.

Everything was going to be perfect.

He was going to be perfect.

Even if you hadn’t met him yet, with him being too busy training and such, the Elders only being able to spare him a day for the official ceremony.

It didn’t matter.

You had to stop yourself from grinning as the door standing in front of you, behind it the Elders, your mother most likely prouder than ever, your fiancé, finally opened.

Then you saw him, standing in the hall before the entire Undersea.

And as you walked down the aisle, you saw the Chosen One the prophecy foretold.

A triton, the usual sea-green skin of their kind not an uncommon sight to you.

He wore armor, hulking ceremonial armor with a flowing cape and a beautiful sheathed sword at his hip.

The mountainous reputation of him hung over his comparatively underwhelming height.

Though he was large and muscular, you thought he’d be taller…

He couldn’t have been more than 5’10.

Regardless, he was very attractive, a strong square jaw framing a beautiful face atop broad shoulders and thick arms, big hands to match.

But you still didn’t know his name.

He’d always been referred to as the Chosen, or the Champion.

That was, until the vows.

“Gillion Tidestrider, do you take this one to be your spouse, to swear your sword to and protect as you have sworn to protect the Undersea, until your dying breath?”

“I do, Elders.”

You almost gasped at his voice, deep but bell-like in the way it filled the chamber.

Gillion Tidestrider.

Your fiancé, and within seconds, along with an identical approval from you, he was your husband.

The Elders proclaimed for a kiss, which you turned for eagerly.

But your new husband was stiff, turning slowly to look into your eyes.

You weren’t sure exactly what he was searching for, but you let him regardless.

He took a step closer, just a single step so he could observe closer.

In his proximity, you began to read him as well.

You saw his fear of the Elders, his submission.

What had they been having him do?

Training?

Studying?

If he’d only been allowed a single day off for his own wedding, when had he been allowed time to see his family, his friends?

Did he even have any?

Was he allowed any?

The entire hall, filled with citizens and high up family members including yours, held their breath and waited.

But you didn’t care.

Nothing mattered except for Gillion.

The way his deep blue eyes raked over your face, stopping at your lips for just a moment before he wrenched them back up to catch your gaze.

He looked embarrassed, blushing like he’d been caught staring at something he shouldn’t have been.

You held back a giggle, before a subtle pink movement stole your attention.

In the crevices of his armor, a small frogtopus blinked at you.

The sight was so strange, you almost let out a genuine laugh.

Such a cute little thing hiding in the cracks of something so strong and solid.

Gillion’s eyes held a bit of fear at being caught, but you reassured him by taking his hand and placing a kiss on his cheek.

Your lips brushed just under the marks beneath his cheekbones, finding a small dimple beside his mouth.

As you pulled away, the hall erupted in clapping and cheers.

And the man in front of you smiled softly in return.

The rest of the ceremony was something of a blur.

Quiet dancing and empty speeches and polite drinking.

Most of it entailing you and Gillion sharing small looks, you passing small scraps of food to the little friend in his armor.

One of the first things he said to you was as you were doing just so, as if he didn’t know what else to say or when exactly to say it.

“Her name is Pretzel. I am technically not supposed to have her. But I… Thought I could not do this without her.” His voice was a low mumble toward your ear. “Now I realize… It was not nearly as scary as I thought it would be.”

As you turned to look up at him, you found he was already looking at you, smiling and observing your motions as small pink suckers grabbed the crumbs from your fingers.

So you smiled back at him. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” Then you grabbed another appetizer and held it before him, his mouth opening slightly to allow you to pop it in.

The motion was innocent enough, but the sight of his mouth opening for you as you placed the snack on his tongue made you shiver.

You remembered your marital duties, a wedding night’s implications, the things your mother said you’d have to do.

She seemed to speak about it with a sense of dread, but looking at Gillion, nothing excited you more.

Seeing his muscular frame, the way his pinned up hair framed his strong face, the large hands that could probably break you, but wouldn’t considering he kept something as cute and fragile as a frogtopus for a pet.

But then again, maybe you wanted him to break you, fuck you like an animal, a solider, like the Chosen One.

That thought alone kept your mind stimulated for the rest of the quiet reception, anxious to eventually have him all to yourself.

By the time the party, if you could even call it that with how civilized it was, died down, Gillion was fidgeting with his sword handle, unable to look you in the eye.

He must have known what was meant to happen.

You found it more cute than anything, but you didn’t want him to be nervous.

You were here for him, after all.

When you both arrived in his chambers, the first thing he took off was his sword and its beautiful decorative sheath.

Pretzel had moved atop of it and held on as she was placed with the sword onto a table with a chalice of wine.

Gillion brought a large finger down to pet the top of her head, causing a small trill to emerge from her before she slithered out the window.

You watched with a small grin, undoing the straps of your heels and sitting on the bed, rubbing your sore feet.

Gillion turned to see you toss your heels onto the floor next to the bed, your wedding bed.

He kneeled before you in his bulky armor, lifting your leg to his chest and wrapping his fingers around your ankle. “Please, let me.”

You nodded, humored by his eagerness. “Such a good husband already…” You giggled, only teasing but still earning a faint blush from him.

He rubbed in silence, pressing his thumb into the ball of your foot, causing a relieved sigh to puff out of you.

Gillion switched to the other one, trying to gauge your reaction more than anything, but he saw nothing but content.

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Hmm?” His words broke you out of your massage stupor. “About what?”

He paused, before setting your legs down and looking up at you from his kneeling position. “Being a good husband…”

Your face of neutral bliss fell into something of pity, that this strong and beautiful man had ever felt sadness in his life.

You placed a hand on his cheek, trying not to kiss him as you watched him nuzzle against your skin ever so slightly. “I believe it starts with being a good man. And I think you have that covered.”

A light smile overtook his face, only echoing onto yours when his eyes met yours.

“Now, let’s get you out of that armor. It can’t be very comfortable.” You chuckled, earning a single nod from the man in front of you.

He stood from his kneeling position, unclipping his chest plate and lifting it off his chest with the smallest amount of help from you to guide it as you stood up.

The chest plate and attached shoulder pieces were placed on the ground, letting you take a peek at his body, his chest covered in a black sleeveless turtleneck with gold embellishments along the edges and under his pecs.

His shoulders were wider than you’d thought they would be, thinking the shoulder plates were helping more than they had in reality.

But, fuck, he was really just that buff.

He took off the rest of his armor on his own, letting you ogle a little more without realizing, now down to more comfortable and loose-fitting pants.

It wasn’t sensual really, more like… Vulnerable.

You were married, after all.

But that shifted when you itched to change out of your garments as well.

His eyes flickered over to you, down to your dress, watching as you turned around for him and displayed the corset ties behind.

“Will you help me undo the back?” You asked innocently, glancing over your shoulder to him.

Gillion gulped, before nodding and stepping closer to you.

His webbed fingers began to unstring your corset, tied tight by the handmaidens.

You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, warm and tickling you with anticipation.

“Have you… Before?” You asked, trying to make small talk to distract you from his large hands practically at your waist, or maybe to pass the time undoing the back would take.

“No… Have you?” Gillion responded vaguely to your equally vague question, met only by a shake of your head.

It didn’t make sense.

Gillion was the Chosen One.

He could have anyone he wanted off reputation alone.

So why hadn’t he had sex yet?

“If it’s not too much, may I ask why not?”

He took a moment to think, even pausing his motions on your corset.

“You don’t have to tell me.” You quickly blurted out before the silence became too much.

“It is alright.” He reassured you, beginning to tug at the ties on your dress again as he spoke. “I just was never particularly interested in seeking out those kinds of satisfactions. And I doubt the Elders would like if their precious Chosen had been deflowered before they allowed it.” He joked, mumbling into your ear as he loosened the ties a final time.

You reached up to cover your snicker at his light vulgarity, turning to face him again. “Are they really that strict?” The shoulder straps of your dress were now the only things keeping it from falling down.

He nodded, a bit solemnly.

“Well, since it’s expected of us tonight…” You grinned smugly, slowly slipping the straps off and letting the thick fabric of the dress fall to the floor around you. “Might as well…”

Gillion’s eyes dilated at the sight of you.

Beneath the dress you’d been wearing special undergarments.

The handmaidens had giggled like schoolgirls while handing it to you, saying that the Chosen deserved something special beyond just the average garter for his wedding night.

Something about a trend from the Overseas, why they took anything from the enemy was beyond you, but no matter.

A beautiful white set of lingerie, sheer thigh high stockings with matching garters attached to a fabric belt around your waist, a lacy bra cupping your tits and a lacy pair of panties covering your core.

Gillion’s eyes took it all in slowly, looking down at you like a starved animal.

He was panting, his chest heaving at the sight of you, almost looking a little panicked.

Was he not interested?

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t-”

“No! I mean… I do not wish to make you uncomfortable…” He stammered, his hands twitching at his sides, like he knew what to do with them, but wasn’t sure about it. “I do not want you to feel like… You have to. Just because I am… The Chosen.” He said it with distaste, like the word had spat in his mouth.

“I am for you. Yours to do with as you please.” You gripped his hand, bringing it up between the two of you.

He softly pulled it toward his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “What pleases me… Is whatever would please you.”

You smiled at his care, his gentleness, the shy pursing of his lips beneath your gaze.

He was just a boy, really.

Unaware of the pleasures that you’d been told could be found in another person.

He hadn’t had the chance to become a man.

But you would allow him to become a man tonight.

But first, you wanted to show him something.

“You want to please me? To be a good husband?” You asked with a smirk, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

He nodded frantically, following you the whole way down until he was on his knees again on the floor.

Your body shivered at his obedience, probably trained in him by the Elders.

You would make sure it wouldn’t go to waste.

You leaned back on the bed, propping yourself up with your elbows and bringing your legs up to rest your feet on the edge of the mattress.

Gillion watched you with complete reverire, paying special attention to the way the white garments stretched and molded around your skin. “You are truly one of the most beautiful things I have ever set eyes on.”

Your face became hot at the compliment, suddenly embarrassed at your actions. “Have you heard about… Using your mouth. Where… Other things normally go?”

Gillion blinked, his eyes widening once he had grasped your meaning, before nodding and glancing between your spread thighs. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Gillion.”

He felt his mouth dry up, probably not the ideal wetness for what he was meant to do, but the way you’d said his name made his loose-fitting pants not feel so loose anymore.

He hesitantly brought his hands to your thighs, glancing up to check for any signs of discomfort.

His finger hooked in the white panties, moving the middle over so your folds were exposed to him. “By the Gods…” He shivered out, unable to look away from the sopping wet mess in front of him.

He knew that wet was good, wet was always good, but especially in this situation.

Had he really been the cause of this?

His mouth began to water at the sight, unconsciously knowing what he wanted to do.

His hand that had moved your underwear to the side came and swiped over your clit curiously.

He’d heard something about a pearl above the entrance, and by the way you jolted and let out a gasp, he’d supposed he had found it.

Gillion couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and lowering his mouth to press a kiss on the bundle of nerves, making an excited giggle leave you.

He listened to your sounds and matched them with his motions.

An experimental lick up your folds making a long sigh spill from your throat, a quick sucking kiss on your clit coaxing out a moan, his tongue circling it making soft whines come out.

He minded his teeth, of course, not wanting to hurt you.

But you were lost in bliss, completely away from yourself.

His lips and tongue worked you, making electric pleasure shoot up your spine, shocking and mind numbing.

The sounds alone, slurping, sucking, his groans vibrating against your body was all so much.

And with one look down at the source, you could see he was lost completely as well, completely engulfed in your cunt.

His eyes were closed, hands gripping your thighs and pulling your body into his mouth with a vigor you didn’t expect upon meeting him.

He was so careful, so unsure, but he was losing control.

And you loved it.

You felt yourself building, the unfamiliar feeling of pleasure quickly becoming too much, but the final push was when Gillion opened his eyes from between your legs and looked up at you through heavy lids.

Those gorgeous eyes bore into your mind as you came, his face searing through the white haze of your bliss as you trembled around his tongue.

The surprised sound that came out of him as your cum squirted into his mouth, before the deeply satisfied moan that rumbled against you, made your hands fly to his hair and pull him lightly off you before you became overstimulated.

His lips separated from you with an obscene ‘pop’, the sound making you giggle in your heady state.

Gillion’s eyes were focused in on you in a way that could only be described as predatory.

The deep pants falling from his mouth as he crawled on top of you made your core light up once again.

It didn’t matter that you’d just cum, you wanted more of him, and the way he hungrily took your lips with his in a dizzying kiss indicated that he wanted the same thing.

His lips were soft, his big arms holding himself just over your torso that was angled up to press against him.

“I… I had feared you would despise me… Because of the arrangement.” He clarified between desperate kisses. “We did not get much say in it…”

You could taste yourself on him, slightly tangy and sweet mixed with the base musk of him.

The fabric of his shirt was smooth against the parts of your exposed skin that weren’t covered by lace and temptation.

You wanted it off, needed it off.

Your fingers traced the hem of it, before rolling it up and off, the two of you separating for just long enough to pull the shirt off.

“I’ve been dreaming about you since the day I found out…” Your voice was slightly raw from moaning, being consumed by a shuddering desire from Gillion that was more relieved than anything.

You moaned into his mouth as his knee came between your legs to reposition and brushed over your sopping cunt.

Gillion’s heart hammered in his chest, watching you react to him like an animal in heat, positive reinforcement over and over again telling him what a good job he was doing for you.

What a good husband he was being.

Your hand palmed against his now obvious tent in his pants, slipping the ties open and revealing his manhood, making him groan.

The sound was primal, almost animalistic, before he drew himself back from your lips, panting and shaking. “I… Do not want to hurt you. But I fear I will be unable to hold back.”

His length twitched before you, throbbing and leaking at the cute blue head.

It was big, bigger than you thought one would be, but you supposed you’d never seen one before.

That small ounce of fear set your brain on fire.

You grinned an open-mouthed smile at the strong man before you, the Champion of the Undersea, your husband, Gillion Tidestrider. “I don’t want you to hold back.” You reached a hand up to pull his hips into yours, grinding his tip against your soaking wet pussy. “I want it rough. Please, Gillion…”

He closed his eyes, attempting to control himself at the mention of his own name, his real name.

Then he suddenly got off you, making your heart sink to your stomach for just a moment, before you yelped as he tugged you to the very edge of the bed by your ankles, you ass barely still on the mattress.

You tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth as he folded one of your legs up against your torso with a hand, while the other scrambled to pull off his pants completely.

The sight alone sent a flood of anticipation down to your core, the way his hands trembled, the way his eyes were locked between your legs.

“You want this?” Gillion whispered out a final ask of reassurance. “You want me to take you?”

The way his bare form stood over you as his tip notched against your entrance made you feel overpowered, helpless.

But the hard look on his face as he waited for your answer made you realize just how much you liked feeling like that for him.

You nodded, watching his eyes darken and his cock slip in slowly.

Gillion’s face scrunched up in pleasure, his head falling forward slightly as he panted, feeling your slick walls around him.

“Hah-” You whined at the stretch, practically splitting you open, feeling his hands grip your thighs in an attempt to steady himself.

He reached so deep, just barely brushing your cervix, rocking slowly out of your tight heat.

The way you looked beneath him, spread out and whimpering on his cock in a pretty little garment just for him, fuck he loved it so much.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was expecting from this night, but he definitely didn’t expect you to feel so good, so perfect.

And that was his final thought before he realized he was pumping a load of his seed inside you.

He was shocked, he’d never finished that fast before, not that he’d finished much with all his training, but still.

But your reaction to the feeling of him twitching and bucking it deeper into you made you grin.

Knowing that just being inside of you was enough to make him cum filled you with pride, and a little something else too.

But he wanted more.

You felt him still hard inside you, his hips snapping harshly making you gasp.

“I… Will continue to claim you… Fuck you…” He mumbled through a gravelly voice, like the profanity was foreign to him.

It must have been, considering you hadn’t heard him swear once.

Regardless, his words made your heart pound.

Then another thrust, and another, setting a pace that was hard and deep, but slow.

You needed this pace, though, needed to get used to his large length filling you.

Every pump pushed a moan from your throat, your back arching against the mattress as he pushed your thighs down more to leverage his cock into you.

His previous load only served to make it easier for him to slide in and out of you.

But you wanted more, needed him hard and rough just like you’d asked. “Please… More~”

“Naughty little one…” He mumbled, almost to himself, before obliging, thrusting into you at a pace that made you shout.

His hips bounced off your ass, his big arms bringing him back in to plunge inside you.

“Oh, Gods!” You cried out, his fingers gripping you so hard they were sure to leave bruises.

The thought alone made your mind go fuzzy, Gillion leaving marks on you that showed everyone just what he was doing to you right now, how much of a good husband he was being.

The weight of his perfect body slamming into you, fucking you with a hunger that you’d never seen before in a man.

It set your body on fire.

The pounding of his tip into your cervix made your head throw itself back.

You had absolutely zero control of your body, and you fucking loved it.

And apparently, Gillion did too.

“I shall make you scream so loud that everyone in this damned place knows you are taking me~” He groaned through bated breaths. “That I am pumping my guppies into you, just like a good husband should…”

The final tipping point, calling himself your husband, sent him spiraling into another orgasm, this one more powerful, more aware than before.

You could feel your core pulsing as he pumped into you, your womb happily accepting his cum.

The feeling of him invading you, conquering you, overpowering you, like a spoil of war, it made a rush of pleasure shoot down your spine.

Gillion shivered, obviously feeling your walls flutter around him.

Although his thrusting slowed, it didn’t stop, some of it even dragging his cum out and around his base in a ring, more sliding down your ass and dripping onto the bed in thick globs.

You maybe thought he was done, before he grunted, starting up a pace even faster and harder than before.

“Haaaaahhh- Gill- Gillion~” You cried out, your hands gripping his arms for some form of purchase as he pushed you further into the mattress.

He was slamming his cock into you so hard that the bed frame bashed into the wall, over and over as he fucked you.

One of his hands reached up to squeeze a breast over your lacy bra, touching you and making you moan.

Your vision went white, head dizzy from so much pleasure, sobering slightly before you heard the sounds coming from him.

Animalistic grunts and groans, the hottest things you’d ever heard.

Your wild beast of a husband taking you for all you were worth, a hole to be used and filled until you were stuffed with his child.

Gillion Tidestrider, the Chosen of the entire Undersea, breeding your cunt until it broke, until you broke.

Your body sang for him, for your husband who made you feel so good, you wondered how you’d ever lived without him before.

Gillion was gone, lost to depravity, to the instincts telling him to breed, to fuck you until you were filled and swollen with his guppies, his children.

The sounds you were making, the moans and shouts made him feel so good, but not better than the trembling muscle he was fucking into with a speed that even he was surprised he was reaching.

But the rational part of his brain was foggy, while his strong arms and legs pounded into you.

He leaned over your body, completely at his mercy, and grunted in your ear as he took you.

Your legs began to shake, in exhaustion or pleasure you weren’t sure, but you were going to cum.

You wanted to cum for him, cum as he pumped another huge load inside you, cum for the Chosen One.

“Cum for me~” He growled into your ear, some semblance of sanity returning to him. “Cum for your husband~”

Your husband…

That was the first time he’d said it.

The reminder of him truly being your husband made your mind blank, only the feeling of pleasure careening through your psyche.

You let out a scream, your legs trembling and pussy quivering as you squirted out around his cock.

Your hips ached around him, the haziness refusing to leave your mind, feeling completely numb beneath your hips, but relishing in the pressure of his tip in your guts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Gillion groaned, slamming his hips inside you, pushing on your cervix almost to the point of pain, but the pain felt good, so good.

You whimpered at his cock suddenly leaving you, before gasping as the warm substance that he’d pumped inside you sliding through the water to your stomach, your thighs, the material covering them.

He let out a moan of finality, followed by panting, as he tried not to collapse on top of you.

You smiled, earning a small breathless laugh from Gillion.

“Was it… What you’d dreamed?” He whispered, almost afraid of the answer for some reason.

“Even better.” You whispered with a grin, your voice raw from moaning.

The both of you sat for a bit to catch your breath, before he cast some spell to rid you of the seed he’d expelled on top of you, but he kept the multiple loads he’d released inside of you.

You both would need an heir after all.

You layed back as he stripped the pretty garments off you, then lifted you into your shared bed.

He tucked you in, petting your hair for a moment, before he climbed in next to you, a fair distance away.

But you pouted, rolling over to lay on his chest, making him grin.

And the two of you just talked, tangled in each other, before falling asleep for the first night to the rest of your lives.

Two years later, you wandered the halls of the Trench, empty and cold in the absence of your husband.

“Gill?” You called weakly, seeing a figure with blue skin and green hair down the hallway.

But after looking for another moment, you realized it was actually Edyn, your sister in-law.

She was a sight for sore eyes, considering you hadn’t seen her in nearly a year.

Edyn ran up to you, placing her hands on your shoulders, hurrying you back to your quarters. “You were right. You were right about everything.”

“What?”

“About Gillion.”

He had been missing for weeks, the Elders said nothing, the guards said nothing, no one said anything.

You had told Edyn a day after he’d gone missing that something was wrong, that he wouldn’t just disappear without a word.

“He’s been banished.” She whispered as she closed the door behind you.

“What? Why?” You whipped around, shaking in disbelief. “Can they do that? What about the prophecy?”

“I don’t think they care.” She shook her head, leaning against the wall.

“What are we going to do?”

“What can we do?” She scoffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

“We go after him!” You bark out, before quieting yourself to a mumble. “I- We can’t just let him wander the Oversea alone…”

You kicked your past self for trying to remain calm, convincing yourself that everything was fine, that he was fine, but he wasn’t.

Maybe you would have felt better about being distracted if you’d had children to worry about as well, but the Gods had not blessed you yet.

Perhaps it was for the best, considering their prospective father had gone missing only two years after your union.

Edyn watched as you turned and began to pack a bag, an old traveling pack of Gill’s that hadn’t been used in decades.

“Are you serious about this?”

You paused, turning to her. “He’s my husband. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”

You opened the window, swimming out of the room toward the surface.

You couldn’t wait for Edyn, couldn’t wait for her to decide what to do, because you knew the moment both he and Pretzel had disappeared that something was wrong, you just didn’t know what.

He’d been gone for weeks, but he was still alive, you knew he was alive, you could feel it.

And you would find him.

And a few more weeks later you did.

You’d been traveling through the ocean, coming upon a few islands and ships that you’d searched frantically.

You didn’t know the Oversea was so big.

But one day you came along a floating vessel, an arena of ice atop it.

“What now, Gill? You gonna kill me? Go ahead!”

Your eyes widened at the name, scrambling up the rope ladder that dangled off the side, leaping toward the sound of the voice with a dagger in hand.

You landed on a man, brown haired, young, human.

“Where is Gillion Tidestrider?” You shouted over him, holding the blade to his throat. “Where is my husband?”

“What?” He exclaimed, looked behind you. “Gill, who is this?”

You stood off of him, still holding out the dagger, before taking in your surroundings and spotting him…

Gillion, looking at you like he’d seen a ghost. “My love…”

The longsword and shield he’d been holding both clattered to the ground, as he walked toward you.

Your dagger fell as well, as you both wrapped your arms around each other.

“Beloved…” He mumbled comfortingly, bringing you tighter into the embrace.

You sniffled, your cheek pressed against the cold metal of his breastplate.

“How did you get here? The Elders…” He mumbled into your hair, petting your head.

“You’re my husband. The Elders can go to Hell.” You snickered, cause a chuckle out of Gill.

“I see the Oversea’s customs have rubbed off on you.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Just a bit.” You smiled back, pulling him into a real kiss.

After months of separation, the kiss felt like a real reunion, like he was truly back with you again.

“Seriously, Gill, who is this?” The scruffy human asked insistently, before being smacked on the shoulder by the ginger-haired girl next to him.

“Just lay off...”

You didn’t even notice her walk around you to help him up, too engulfed in Gillion.

Too engulfed in his touch, his embrace, his lips.

You missed him so much, but he was finally back with you.

Both of you were finally back where you belonged.

Together.

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melrambles

1 month ago

I don't want it the second time 😭😭😭 /srs

rape

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casual lore drop ig??

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melrambles

3 months ago

PLEASE MORE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

—- dilf next door. ft ted nivison. ᝰ

summary: after months you finally have a next-door neighbour again! you weren't expecting it to be a recentlly divorced dilf, though. turns out you have quite the effect on him. explains why he's jerking off to you from the window.

— tags: smut/pwp, dilf!ted, ted is a perv, masturbation, light dirty talk, objectifcation,

authors note: you guys said you'd be interested in dilf ted, so here you go!! still just some headcanons for now, but i tried to make it a lil longer as a treat. hope you all enjoy, and don't forget to lmk your thoughts! ໒꒰ྀི ╹ ˕╹ ꒱ྀིა

it started off as something simple and innocent

recently someone had moved next door to you, which was great! you hadn't had a next-door neighbour in months now

you had baked cookies for them, a small welcoming gift from yourself, and so you could let them know you were just next door if you were needed

and as soon as the door opened—

oh. he was fucking handsome

he was tall— over a head taller than you anyways— glasses slightly askew, fluffy brown hair and a grown out moustache to round it all off

he leaned against the doorframe with a surprised expression, sweet smile on his face

"oh? these are for me?" he asks after a moment of silence, eyeing the cookies

however you were holding them at your chest, so you couldn't tell where he was looking

(it was absolutely at your chest)

you finally stutter out a response, a small "oh! yes— yes, they're for you!" as you hand over the tray, as well as letting him know you're next door if he ever needs you

you watch as his eyes quickly trail your frame, before his smile grows and he gives you a wink

"appreciate it, thank you," he nods, and the conversation is quickly over

he seemed sweet enough, if you ignore the fact you couldn't tell he was looking at your tits

but it's fine, you tell yourself. you're just overthinking

you were, in fact, not overthinking

ted watches as you walk back to your house, eyes lingering on your hips as they sway back and forth

the rest of the night, he's left thinking about what it'd be like to hold your soft sides as he pounds into you

but whoa, hey

he's getting ahead of himself, but he passes it off as divorce blues. said divorce blues just being fucking horny

couldn't give a shit about his ex, not after how she treated him, and how she lied to their kids

anyways.

ted has a morning routine, where the first thing he does is go to the kitchen and make a cup of coffee. something he had done for years

usually he'd just read the morning paper, or have a scroll on his phone, which he did do after the move

so now it had been a couple of weeks since he had moved in, and he was still in his routine

but this morning, when he was walking by to sit at the coffee table, something outside caught his eye

he took a few steps back, peering through the kitchen window to see what it was

lo and behold— it was you, wearing skimpy shorts and a tank top as you tended to your overgrown garden

at first he was watching out of genuine interest of what you were doing, but slowly and surely, it stemmed into something else

watching as you bent over to water the flowers that were still living, your shorts barely able to contain your soft ass

or when you reached over to grab a hanging plant, pushing your chest out as your tits were spilling over your little tank top

ted feels his boxers tightening, a small fuck escaping his lips as he let out a low chuckle to himself

ted's glasses slip down his nose as he leans closer to the window, trying to get a better view and the laughable excuse of clothing that you've currently got on

his free hand wanders lower, disappearing under the waistband of his sweats and moves into his boxers, gripping his throbbing cock as his eyes stay trained on your figure

his coffee is long forgotten, as he lets his fingers stroke slow, teasing movements along himself as he watches you stretch, reacj and bend

"keep doing that, sweetheart. just like that... fuck, you don't even know how hard you make me," he whispers to himself, filth falling from his lips at a rapid pace as he stares

you do a stretch as you stand up, and the view ted has is breathtaking, to the point he knows he won't last if he keeps staring

he rests his head against the window with a thud, letting out a deep groan as he shuts his eyes momentarily

when he's ready, he lifts his head back up and—

oh fuck. you're staring right at him with a confused face

you mouth a "you okay?" to him, tilting your head as you do so

of course you'd hear the fucking thud his head made

ted's eyes widen for a second, as he's almost been caught red-handed. however, his lips curve into a slow, devilish smirk.

he doesn't move, rather, he grabs his coffee cup from the side, and just nods and raises it to you, mouthing a "perfect" to you

as he does this, his hand is still palming and stroking his cock, the fact you're so innocent to his perverted actions turning him on even more

you just smile and nod at him, going back to your gardening and letting ted get a nice view of your ass again in the meantime

his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, jerking himself off faster as he can feel himself getting closer to the edge

the images in his head of him bending you over and fucking you, forcing you on your knees to take his cock— everything he imagines just pushes him closer to the edge and relief he's chasing

and it's not long until ted is cumming in his boxers, moaning loudly as he rests his forehead against his arm, biting his lip as he tries to shut himself up

he's bucking into his hand, feeling the hot cum spurt over it while he pants heavily at the orgasm that washes over him

it takes him a while to recover, and he just stands there for a bit, regaining his composure and trying to catch his breath

but one thing is for sure

this is part of his routine now.

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melrambles

2 weeks ago

Me after I go to the barber today 😈😈

@ MORE MOOTIES LESSSS GOOOOO

if you're seeing this pretty please make yourself in this picrew it's really pretty I'm begging you

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edit lmao I love how this already has 65 notes and mello hasn't even touched it yet

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melrambles

1 month ago

warnings: 18+, fem reader, filming, finger sucking.

hmnngggg… being schlatt’s gf who uses n/sfw twt and at first it’s your dirty little secret because you absolutely can’t let him know. but he slowly figures it out and soon enough he’s reading all your filthy, fucked up posts about him and what you need him to do to you while you’re squirming and panting under him helplessly, humping his thigh that’s between your own. and AAAND when you’re extra good he agrees to film a few things for you to post… short vids of you sucking and drooling on his fingers, clips of him rubbing you through your panties and making you whimper. he’s starting to like it more than you do.

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melrambles

1 month ago

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

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melrambles

2 weeks ago

YUH UH 😍😍😍😍😍😍🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Ive finally come around to writing the rest of my first Charlie slimecicle fic and it MIGHT be out by the end of the week but don't get your hopes up because I'm awful with consistency ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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melrambles

1 month ago

Omg stahp BC I'm literally blushing and it's 8am 😳😳😳😳